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i am too tired right now to make an actual promo.  this will have to do.  shoot this a like or a reblog if you’d like to interact with dr. valentine—scientist, doctor and dad. still a little sparse on the verses front but hey, gotta start somewhere.

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Minori made note of the appointment. She was fairly certain that he wouldn’t try to back out of it; by all accounts, he was a man who kept his word. He also now knew how persistent she could be.

“I’m setting aside an hour,” she told him. “You’ll have my full attention, and there will be time for any questions or concerns you may have.”

It would also give her time to address her own concerns about his habits. Tasked with keeping the company executives, as well as SOLDIER, in good health, she wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip away.

“Don’t forget to stop in tomorrow to have the arnica gel applied to your bruises. I’ll be here at 7:00 AM.” To be most effective, the gel should be used several times a day, but she’d be surprised if he showed up, all told, more than once or twice.

The coiled tension in his body told her their twenty minutes were done. Well, he was far from the only workaholic in the building. She moved to open the door.

“Thank you for your assistance with the therapeutic glove, Director. I would appreciate a brief note on its performance, and if you have suggestions on how it might be improved, please let me know.”

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I am trying to spread awareness about the omission of clitoral neural anatomy from OB/GYN literature. The goal is to leverage social pressure in order to get it added to textbooks and board exams. The effect of this change would be improving female sexual medicine and protecting patients from preventable harm caused by ignorance of this anatomy.

Please reblog 🙏🏻

The most efficient solution would be to get the American Board of Obstetrics and Gynecology to add this anatomy to board exams. This would force OB/GYN textbooks to add it and OB/GYN residency programs to teach it. ABOG refuses. Textbook authors are resistant or unresponsive. Enough social pressure would force them to acknowledge and remedy this problem.

If anyone wants to sign up for Medium and clap for my article that would be awesome. If anyone wants to share this on Facebook, twitter, or Instagram, that’s awesome too. I posted it on Twitter here:

https://twitter.com/jessicaannpin/status/1019764547098423298?s=21

If you have suggestions for how to make my article better, please let me know.

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Ah, weekends---a concept unknown to Shinra. The higher one climbed in the company hierarchy, the less one’s time was one’s own. Not yet at Lazard’s level, Minori still had a measure of control over her time outside of standard office hours, for which she was grateful.

“My calendar has openings, Director. I set aside three evenings a week for those patients whose daytime schedules are full. A weekend date is possible, as well.”

She indicated a date three weeks away. “How about this evening, at 7:00? Or 8:00? I’ll keep the following evening open as well, just in case something comes up.

“Also, if you would feel more comfortable with a male PA present, that can be arranged. I chose my own assistants, and they are all trustworthy.”

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He listened, his face showing polite interest, but she wasn’t as easy to fool as he might think. He would mentally file away her suggestions, perhaps even consider them more carefully, but likely wouldn’t implement anything that didn’t fit neatly into his carefully-compartmentalized life. It seemed he was willing to try one of them; she’d have to be satisfied with that, for now.

“Forgive me for belaboring the point, Director, but you are, as far as I know, only human. You are overdrawn at the bank of sleep, and you need to correct the imbalance before the bill comes due.

“I very much favor natural light,” she went on, “but you could try using a full spectrum light at home, or in your office, as a compromise.”

If his schedule was truly so full that he couldn’t find fifteen minutes to take a break, it was no wonder he had trouble sleeping. This was a conversation they were going to have, eventually, one way or another.

While he finished dressing, she pulled her laptop over.

“Please indicate a date that you will be available for a full physical exam. It doesn’t need to be soon, but it must be done before the end of the year. If anyone from SOLDIER does not complete the exam by then, by company policy the matter will be escalated to--someone of higher rank than myself.”

She couldn’t put it more plainly than that. It could be dangerous to openly disparage her superior in the Science Department; what was paranoia elsewhere, was defensive instinct at Shinra, and she had reasons to avoid calling attention to herself.

Lazard had the wit---street-smarts, at the very least---to pick up the hint.

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for a vincent rp blog I impulse-made and never touch

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Aw this is so cute!

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:D

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I never meant to ship them this hard, yet here we are

An autobiography by me (via canonizes)

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If this ain’t a good start to a Monday, I dunno what is

Captain America: The First Avenger

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Brokeback

Part Seven

They can’t wait any longer, they have to go after Prompto, after the crystal. Niflheim had removed it to their own frozen fortress for safe keeping the same day they’d escorted King Regis and his son back home. They can’t just stroll up to the front gates. That will only get them captured or worse. Prompto might know how to break into this place, but Prompto’s on the wrong side of the door. So they’ve got to find another way in.

Noct’s having flashbacks of that old cartoon he used to watch; the one where the teenagers were always searching for ghosts. Any minute now someone will suggest the split up so they can cover more ground. Which…honestly isn’t a bad idea. It’d be best not to have all the royals in one spot. Nobody’s going to separate Ravus from Luna, and Gladio can’t keep an eye on both Ignis and Noct. Ignis and Ravus have gotten pretty chummy since Ignis lost his sight, maybe they can help each other if they do have to divide the party.

The fortress is vast; it’s impossible to mark one’s place, everything looks more or less the same. Noct absently wishes for a “you are here” sign like they have at the mall. Iggy’s walking stick rasps across the bare tile floor as he walks. He’s gotten pretty good at using it. Noct wishes he could say the same for himself. The braces keep his knees from buckling, but all he’s really doing is dragging himself along by the arms. He’s half tempted to summon the wheelchair just because it would be faster.

Their first encounter with hostiles, Noctis discovers he’s learned a new trick. MT’s swarm the hallway and Noct automatically falls back with Ignis even as his friends rush into the fray. He shouts for them to stand back as he looses a massive bolt of lightning. That takes down more than half of the mechanical troops, several of them exploding into bits of razor-edged shrapnel. Noctis throws himself at Ignis even as he shouts for him to duck. The hunk of plating shears through the thin air where they had been only moments ago. Noct and Ignis find themselves in a bewildered heap against the far wall.

“What on Eos?” Ignis asks, sounding more than a little shaky.

“Holy crap, did you just warp?” Gladio calls as Ravus brings his greatsword down through the head of the last MT.

“I think so?” Noct answers, shaken himself. The adrenaline is making him giddy, and he grins. “That was so cool!”

Noct wants to warp everywhere now that he knows he can. However, it’s a huge power-suck, and he’s already tired. Swallowing his pride, he summons the wheelchair. He steers while Ignis pushes. It’s a good compromise for both of them.

They run into surprisingly few enemies; it’s mostly sentinel automata and a few creatures. They’re not as bad as MTs, most of which are apparently deployed somewhere else. There’s plenty of evidence that there were robotic soldiers here, but not many actual troops. Aside from the machines, the place seems deserted. That doesn’t seem to make a difference to Luna who is quietly, calmly freaking the hell out.

“I don’t like this,” she repeats for the hundredth time. “This whole place reeks of Starscourge.”

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Peanut Pansy if I go with my grandparents’ dog who lived with us, or Samson Lilac if I go with our first dog and my next-favorite :D

Your new name is the name of your first pet and your favorite flower

I’m Silkie Iris

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Yeah because looking soft and alluring has been shown to be of so much value in combat situations.

What century is this, again...?

Great news guys 🎉 

So if women wear makeup at work we’re “frivolous” and it harms our leadership chances.. but if we don’t wear makeup we are being unprofessional and are deemed less competent.

So we just need to think of a way for women to not have faces and we’re all set 🤔

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Brokeback

Part Six

They don’t leave the next day or even the day after that. Well, they leave the hotel, but they don’t head straight for Niflheim. Ignis has to learn how to function in the dark, and Noctis’ nerves and muscles might work now, but he’s never had to use them before. It’s a steep learning curve for them both. Luna drives with her brother riding shotgun. The Lucians squeeze into the back.

They stop at a chocobo ranch to regroup. With a fair bit of assistance from Ravus and Luna, Ignis puts a meal together. It’s not up to his usual polished standards, but it tastes just fine. The best part is the pleased smile in his face. He can still do this much.

Once they’ve set up camp, Gladio takes inventory. Prompto is gone, and Iggy’s lost his sight. That leaves them with one Royal Mess who still can’t walk for shit, a one-armed paladin, and a girl. Not that he wouldn’t feed anyone who insulted any one of their little band their teeth, but Gladio is starting to feel just a hair overwhelmed. He had no idea how much of everyone’s weight Iggy had been pulling. Now he can barely pull his own. It is a lot of slack for one guy to pick up.

Gladio tries to focus on Noct. They’ve done physio before. The only difference is that Noct can feel it now and every exercise is accompanied by a lot more muttered swearing. But Noct can’t recover from twelve years of atrophy in a week, and Prompto may not have that long. It doesn’t help that the days have been getting shorter too. They’re all running out of time.

Privately, Gladio thinks they are all going to die. He doesn’t mind so much for himself, but Noct needs to be alive at the end of all this, and Luna too. How they are going to do this he has no idea. Maybe it’s just the shock of seeing Iggy fumbling around wearing sunglasses to try to hide the worst of his scars. Under any other circumstances it wouldn’t matter so much, but he’s a member of the Crownsguard. They all are. Ignis has to be able to perform his duties, which include protecting the king. Ordinarily, Ignis would be forced to step down and…and… And Gladio really doesn’t like that idea. They need Iggy. Even if he’s just cheering from the sidelines, they need him. And he needs them. And now Gladio feels kind of guilty for his previous thoughts. Well, no one needs to know but him.

“C’mon, Princess,” he says to Noct, who is doing his damnedest to do leg lifts and having only minimal success. “Is that all you got?”

Across the campsite, Luna scowls.

“Let it go,” Ravus advises. ���He’s a roughian. He only does it to taunt.”

“Which is precisely the problem,” she grumbles. “He does it again–”

“I can’t hear you, Princess,” Gladio sing-songs. Noct counts off louder.

Lunafreya’s face goes cold and stony. “That’s enough.”

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