#InWait

[txetxo2000]

Unusual heart exam

It was an unusually warm morning in early April when best friends Jake and Tom found themselves in the waiting room of Dr. Mitchell’s office. Both men, each in their late thirties, were fit and athletic, with broad shoulders and muscular builds that they had cultivated over years of rigorous training. They had just finished a demanding workout at the local gym and decided to get their annual health check-up, an event that always filled them with a mixture of excitement and dread.

The room was filled with the faint scent of antiseptic, and a hushed silence enveloped the group of patients scattered around, each lost in their own thoughts. Jake’s fingers drummed nervously on his knee, while Tom flipped through a health magazine without really reading it. They exchanged furtive glances, both acutely aware of the peculiar predicament they had placed themselves inwaiting to see a doctor who would soon ask them to bare their chests.

“Do you think he’ll make us do the heart thing?” Tom asked, trying to lighten the atmosphere with his typical sense of humor.

“Heart thing? You mean the stethoscope?” Jake replied, raising an eyebrow at him, a hint of a smile creeping onto his face.

“Yeah, that! I mean, it’s just so… awkward, don’t you think? There’s nothing more vulnerable than sitting there, bare-chested, as someone listens to your heart.”

Jake chuckled, “It’s just a doctor’s appointment! But I guess I understand what you’re feeling. I always get a little nervous about it. And this waiting time? It doesn't help at all!”

Just as they were settling into a comfortable banter, the door opened, and a young nurse emerged. “Jake Robinson and Tom Collins?” she called, checking her clipboard.

“Yep, that’s us!” both men replied in unison, standing up almost simultaneously.

As they entered Dr. Mitchell's examination room, the air felt differentcharged with anticipation. Dr. Mitchell was known for his professionalism and friendly demeanor, but there was always a subtle tension when it came to examinations.

“Gentlemen, good to see you!” Dr. Mitchell greeted them with a warm smile, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “It looks like we’re all set for your annual check-up. Let’s start with the basicsheights, weights, and heart checks!”

Jake and Tom exchanged a quick glance, an unspoken understanding of their shared apprehension washing over them.

“First up, let’s have you guys sit on the examination table,” Dr. Mitchell instructed, gesturing toward the table outfitted with paper sheets. They climbed aboard, trying to find comfort in the peculiar scenario.

“Now, if you could please remove your shirts,” Dr. Mitchell said, a practiced professionalism behind his voice. The two friends hesitated for a moment, then, with a resigned sigh, they peeled off their shirts, exposing their hairy chests to the cool air. A flush crept up their cheeks.

“Okay, now I just need to feel your chests,” the doctor said, moving closer to Jake first. With a steady hand, he placed his fingers just below Jake’s left breast and gently palpated. Jake’s heart raceda mixture of embarrassment and anticipation roiling within him.

“Your heart sounds good,” Dr. Mitchell stated, moving on to Tom. He repeated the examination, and Tom’s face was slightly flushed as well. The doctor was attentive, focusing on both men’s chests, his fingers hovering in the cool air, heightening the sensation of vulnerability.

“Next, I’ll use the stethoscope,” Dr. Mitchell said, holding up the cold metal device. The sound of metal against metal echoed slightly as he prepared for the next step.

Jake cringed slightly at the thought of the stethoscope touching his skin, knowing it would be a jarring contrast to the warmth of his body. Still, he felt an image of their resiliencehow both of them were athletic and healthyand he nodded at Tom, who seemed equally torn between nerves and excitement.

The doctor pressed the cold metal against Jake’s chest, just beneath his left breast. The chill sent a wave through Jake, contrasting sharply with the warmth of his body, igniting each pulse of his racing heart. The sound of the stethoscope amplified as Dr. Mitchell listened intently, his expression changing slightly to one of focused concern.

“Perfect, strong heartbeatjogging at its best!” Dr. Mitchell exclaimed. He then turned to Tom, preparing the stethoscope for his examination. Tom took a deep breath, preparing himself as the doctor pressed against his chest, listening intently. Again, the coldness surprised him, yet also exhilarated him in this unexpected moment of vulnerability.

“Absolutely normal,” Dr. Mitchell said with certainty, seeming pleased at their heart rates. “You’re both in great shape! Just maintain the workouts, continue your healthy diets, and you’ll be just fine.”

As they sat up, pulling their shirts back on, both men shared a relieved smile. The awkwardness of moments got overshadowed by the relief they felt in knowing they were healthy.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” Jake said, laughing as he patted Tom’s back. “I mean, we’re just a couple of hairy guys wanting to stay fit!”

“True! But you know, it’s such a strange experience,” Tom replied, his laugh echoing in the room. “Sitting just half naked while someone listens to your heart? Who designs these yearly check-ups?”

Dr. Mitchell chuckled from his desk, wrapping up their charts. “It’s all part of maintaining your health, gentlemen! A small trade-off for a long lifetime of physical activity. Just remember, healthy hearts lead to even more adventures ahead!”

As they walked out of the office, Jake and Tom felt the weight lift off their shouldersnot just from the appointment but also from their shared camaraderie that had once again proven to easily turn an awkward situation into a moment of joy and renewal.

With smiles on their faces, they stepped into the sunny afternoon, ready to tackle whatever the rest of the day had in store.

[jezabelofthenorth]

❝Isabel was highly preoccupied with her daughters’ moral and religious education and, if her library is a guide, they would have spent time studying the lives of saints and other devotional works. The Carro de las donas, by the Franciscan monk Francesc Eiximenis, was one of a number of ‘how to raise your daughters’ manuals that sat on the royal bookshelf. Eiximenis was relatively progressive in that he did not consider women intrinsically – or even in imminent danger of becoming – envious, greedy or gossipy. That did not prevent him from displaying many of the prejudices of the time. He firmly believed, for example, that sparing the rod was spoiling the child. Bad girls should be beaten. ‘Punish them and wound them on the back with some switch rather than on the head,’ he advised, in an attempt to minimise the damage. Girls should carry rosaries and spend a part of each day praying. Contact with boys, Jews or Moors was bad for them, and they must refuse food offered by non-Christians. Girls, the manuals generally agreed, were to be discreet and contained, and exercise self-control. Weaving, sewing and prayer were appropriate pastimes. Their greatest enemy was ‘the madness of love’. Catherine learned little, therefore, about the opposite sex. Her mother was a stickler for decorous behaviour. The queen was determined to protect both her own reputation and that of Catherine, her other daughters and her ladies. Isabel’s former sister-in-law, the scandalous Queen Juana, was held up as the model of all that a woman should not be. Apart from her own marital infidelities, Juana had also been infamous for her bawdy ladies-inwaiting. These carried daggers, displayed deep cleavages and had a tendency to ‘accidentally’ stumble when dismounting their horses, thus exposing large amounts of thigh painted with fashionable white make-up.

Catherine of Aragon: Henry's Spanish Queen, Giles Tremlett

[demonstars]

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[blackguard-posting]

Hey man do you want to smoke with me? God has been giving me wack visions recently and they only go away when I smoke

@victor-posting

BUT OF COURSE, VICTOR ESQUIRE! PARTAKING INwait did you say visions from god

[talesofpassingtime]

While over against this belles’ alliance beyind Ill Sixty, ollol-lowed ill! bagsides of the fort, bom, tarabom, tarabom, lurk the ombushes, the site of the lyffing-inwait of the upjock and hock-ums.

— James Joyce, Finnegans Wake

[wizisbored]

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inwaiting or hadestaurs???

“Can I swap this for something to tie my hair with?”

She doesn’t look up as she says it. Still, Persephone smiles at her.

“You don’t have to exchange anything for that.”

“...Right.” Again, she slips the bangle into her pocket.

//

The other centaur isn’t awake yet. He doesn’t have to be. He’s got the coins and scraps people will spare him in the bar, and places he can go for cheap food, and people who will go to him for odd jobs. He’s got humans’ trust. Just enough trust to scrape by, and not enough for Eurydice to let him share it.

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girl out her foot on mine and inwaited too long to move it and it's been like 10 minutes and my foot is going numb please send help

[azonewithu]

He Lilli! Ur cute. Thats my germannsides name reinhart. I have old family in germsny they still run everything ftom ehst i know. I gont think theyre nazis they mostly died out. Good. Thesectumblr motons think theyd have eon a beef agsinst hiyler. They would be rounded up and gassed in a week. I hste people who ho back in time like that. I hate people period but not my qt girks iike. Why not love qt gurks? I cant hate absolutely everyome. So i live qt girls of all ages. But im not dsying anyone under 22 ever. Not under any circumstances. I am narried so? Ya ever been married? Exactky it ducjs itsnan old idea that doesnt eork well or out gor mpre thsn hakf if people. Ors not people its the institustion. Anyknevtells me otherwise i gotta break their neck. Theyre fading Lilli. No one can fight Azriel smd win eh. But girget sll that lets go to dinner smd have fun like friends. I dont touch snyone right away and im not a touchy feely asshole like tv goifs are. They slways do that its rude. Jyst cause you made a movie eith domeone diesnt nean you dhpuld msje a move on them. Inwait til the girls comfortable and i can tell when. No its not like i dont wanns tesr a girl a like apart its all the misunderstandings and the bastards that hsve come to ligjt recently. Infont need any troubke i hsve enough.

Oh my God Lili❤️‍🩹😍

[betterandless]

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[istariray23]

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[gilbertkingelisa]

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@inwaiting​

“The hell?” She asked in shock seeing the woman who had emerged from the tree of ages. “Who...Who the hell are you?!” Moroha took a step back hand placed on the handle of her blade. The woman looked kind and sweet, but she of all people knew that looks could be deceiving...

[wielder-of-bakusaiga]

❝ I can't do it anymore! ❞

Sesshomaru’s eyes widened when he heard Rin, turning his head with a quiet ‘hm?’ She couldn’t do what anymore? His eyes narrowed as he spoke. “What do you mean?” he asked her, knowing she would hear the concern in his voice even when no one else did.

[sonjabysonjamorgan]

she has been pre-ordered, strawberry cow incoming

[shadowweirdo]

@betrayal-inwaiting [x]

adira was IMPRESSED. oh... not with short hair’s skill. with the fact that she even agreed to this sparring workout. normally adira couldn’t get within a few feet of the petite princess protector before she went all PRICKLY. she was like a cactus that had taken human form... or a porcupine with lipstick.

“no you didn’t.” adira confidently responded before adding on, “but not bad YOURSELF, short hair.”

“you’ve been working on your stances since the first time we’ve met, haven’t you?”

[outlikeflynn]

@betrayal-inwaiting : X

“Wait, it’s still that time?” Eugene made a wry face, turning his back to her (which was a dangerous move at the best of times, but he imagined losing his spleen to a dagger in the back would be worth it to hear Blondie giving CassAndra a royal chewing out). Instead he busied himself with his collar, turning it up and down and seeing just which he liked more.

“That’s like, two hours from ‘half-passed get your own watch,’ isn’t it?”