#ast says things

[thornrings]

from our limited perspective it seems to be a harrowing moment for the young beetlegirl comedian when her finest jokes are met with the sound of crickets, until the camera pans to reveal that the audience is full of cricketgirls as amused and chipper as can be

[biorust-art]

My man....dalorian

So recently I read @ryehouses 's 'a simple thing' again and UGH. I love this fic SO MUCH. The characters, the characterization, the heart, the Mandalorian(s) of it all... I love it to pieces. One of my favorite parts is the meeting at Krownest where everyone gets blinded by the embodiment of Manda that is Din Djarin. King of my heart.

These drawings are technically not from those chapters, but inspired by them. I just think Din's pretty with blood on his face and also with snow on his eyelashes. That's all.

[Image Description: Two drawings of Din Djarin from the Mandalorian, inspired by a fanfiction called 'a simple thing'. The drawings are on a gray background and are just the bust. The first is Din smiling, open mouth with his eyebrows raised and a gleam in his eyes as he looks to the right. he has blood running from a cut on his forehead down to his chin as well as a bloody nose. He has blood on his teeth and a bruise on his cheek. He is enjoying himself despite the concussion. The second drawing is him turned to the side looking down in concentration, his eyebrows are furrowed, and his mouth is slightly open as he thinks. There are snowflakes in his hair, on his cloak and on his face. END ID]

[rpvlix]

Closed starter for @forestofforever

"₳̷̬͎̚₴̵̧͕̪̒₮̶͇̓₳̶̥͂̽́₮̴̗̻̿̅Ⱨ̶̨̳̈́͝ł̵̨̼̜̈́₴̶̲̜͉̇"

... That's curious. The pronunciation isn't quite right, but someone, somewhere on Earth, just called Astathis' name. Real name. From the old Verse. The name one would call to ask a favor, or to summon one of the bolder gods.

Astathis, of course, is one of the bolder gods, especially in a case like this. How did a human even learn of Ast's existence? Let alone the (nearly) correct pronunciation of the name. This is simply a case that must be investigated.

Perhaps, given the occasion, Astathis' arrival is a tad bit flashier than usual. While all six of the other siblings appear without fanfare, a small shower of bubbles and sparkles always precede Ast, this time the sparkles nearly turning in to fireworks to show off a little. Best to strike a little awe into the mortals, no? Regardless of Verse.

A flourish of the arms and a dramatic-but-believably-casual pose accompany the little show, as Astathis appears in all 14 feet of height and all the shimmery, sheer, flowing layers of the most dramatic fabric ensemble in Ast's collection.

"I am summoned~!" It's hard to hide how exciting that is, a sigh of relief following like this all is a breath of fresh air.

[horsemage]

I wouldn’t be this mad about my arch class but we’re past the add/drop period and I can’t drop this class without penalty now

[lelianaslefthand]

that split second expression change when solas decides to lie to rook about varric being dead is so 😙🤌 i love characters that are manipulative liars

[vulgrados-best]

i mean the reason the sky is blue is cause of how light scatters through air so if the sky was different then either light works differently which would affect your sight or the air is weird

Okay well the sun was literally dead. So. It was a burnt out husk until we stepped into the city and then it burned red.

Also the sky was filled with smog.

[princeofhags]

Trying to figure out the game's timeline in relation to the Dead Three and their Chosen is a pain in the ass. Drowning in Forgotten Realms lore and just getting more and more confused and frustrated.

Canonically, of the Three, only Bane is alive for any long period of time immediately pre-game (he came back 1372 DR, which works well for Gortash as Bane's Chosen, since it gives more flexibility in the timeline).

Bhaal's resurrection kicks off the Second Sundering only 10 years prior to the game's year of 1492 DR, and Mykrul's resurrection is vague but it's sometime between 1482 DR-1487 DR. So Ketheric can only have been resurrected sometime after Myrkul came back.

Normal Bhaalspawn were created pre-death by Bhaal because he knew his death was coming. They're easy enough to work in even without Bhaal being directly involved ⸻ typically. But Durge?? With the whole born of Bhaal's gore thing? Is either only 10 years old or was created before his death in 1358 DR. Which could work for a Durge of a longer-lived race, but canon Durge is a Dragonborn? And not only that, but the game Blood in Baldur's Gate, which takes place in 1477 DR, ends with Durge being revealed as the culprit. So. Obviously was not created in 1482. And we know Durge did not spring from Bhaal's spilled blood a full-grown adult, as we have the memory of Durge killing their mortal family as their first murders.

I believe? That Karlach says she spent 10 years as a soldier to Zariel. So that places Gortash's betrayal of her in 1482 as well, in which I believe he got the prototypes related to the construction of his Steel Watch.

This post attempts to outline the events pre-game concerning the Chosen as best as one really can (though I'm unsure of a date or two presented here) and points out a lot of inconsistencies and plotholes. To the point where I feel like I should just ignore and abandon any sort of game timeline and make one that suits my writing needs instead. Attempting to parse all this out is giving me a headache.

[endawna]

in terms of if he was an actual romanceable companion, pax would start bringing the pc small gifts at a high enough approval even before a romantic relationship was established. he’d bring them sweets, trinkets, extra blankets, weapons, armor, and actual meals ( namely stews, but he would try to find out their favorite dish ).

[thornrings]

istg people constantly joke about how brushes don't make you a better artist but i have this one brush that whenever i use it i'm suddenly able to paint and my art gets wayyyy more positive tags than usual. i feel like a hack. a fraud. all because of one brush. the moral of the story is to KEEP GAMBLING

[globodamorte]

"you overthink too much"

"you keep taking things too literally"

"of course I was joking"

took me long enough to realize tf

[tritoch]

I wish people were willing to have a slightly broader or more expansive understanding of FFXIV's women because I think there's so much there in terms of easily-unearthed subtext that no one really thinks about! And I don't mean this in a "people need to re-evaluate their response to the women of Stormblood" way (though I do think that's largely true), I mean I think fandom's understanding even of the women it mostly likes is pretty weak. And you can say that's because the women are underwritten, and I won't argue that they couldn't use more attention from the writing, but that doesn't prevent you from analyzing them the way you can any character in fiction.

Like everyone's always like, oh, Y'shtola and Krile are like your snarky wine aunts, haha. But...Sharlayan is a pretty ossified and patriarchal society from what we see of it in Endwalker and places like the AST quests. Can we open ourselves to the possibility that it means something that almost every young Sharlayan woman we meet, almost all young women in academia, tends to be a little sharp and quick on the retort? The arch and snarky ways in which those two carry themselves reflect in some sense the facts that Krile is almost literally a nepo baby woman in STEM who is barely older than her students, while Y'shtola learned her behaviors from her much older female mentor, a woman who hated Sharlayan academic culture so much she literally abandoned it to go live in a cave.

Or like, Alisaie! Fan jokes and meta frequently buy into her tendency to characterize the dynamic between her and Alphinaud as a jock/nerd, street savvy extrovert vs book smart introvert thing. Except, tragically, Alphinaud's highest stat is 100% Charisma and he absolutely pulled in his student days. All his greatest achievements are diplomatic, and he very easily develops strong friendships with people in every culture you learn about. Alisaie is the determined, sensitive genius who revolutionizes Eorzea by proving the tempered can be healed. She's just permanently carrying a chip on her shoulder that while she and her brother are remembered as the youngest students in Studium history, actually he got in six months before her, a fact pretty much no one else ever brings up once. She's constantly fuming over the fact that he was marginally better than her in certain specific ways in high school, and looking to differentiate them in ways that actually fail to credit her own obvious strengths and accomplishments. I think that's so fun! It's so juicy, and it's equally good for comedy or serious character studies.

Venat is a genuinely benevolent hero who has no compunction sacrificing lives for the greater good. Minfilia is kind and compassionate and clearly on some level actually buys into the narrative of her own unique moral authority. Ysayle is a revolutionary firebrand with almost no concern for the common man, whose death reflects her Javert-like inability to reconcile her own romantic belief in justice with the tragic ways her blinkered worldview (born largely of trauma) let her be easily co-opted by a violent system. But even people who like these characters rarely move past surface-level reads (people who think Venat is just an all-loving mommy figure make me want to fucking die). The fandom is allergic to drawing connections the game doesn't draw, and fails to recognize that FFXIV is a game where characters voice understandings of themselves and others that are wrong about as often as they're right.

You can already see the ways that women like Wuk Lamat and Cahciua and Sphene are getting flattened or losing their shading in fan reception and it's boring. Like I'm not even saying this because you should take female characters more seriously or something (though you should), I'm literally just bored to tears sometimes and if you guys turn Wuk Lamat into another Hot Dumb Jock Lady, I will combust.

[itsnesss]

𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 | axel kovacevik × fem!reader

summary | axel returns to the room and confronts you, jealous and possessive after seeing you talking to a cobra kai member. his jealousy intensifies, and he claims you as his

warnings | possessive, jealous, masturbation, p in v, unprotected sex

word count | 1.7 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

You are alone in the room. Axel hasn't returned from his last training yet, and although your mind is occupied with thoughts about the event, something continues to trouble you. It's the same feeling you've had for weeks, ever since you started noticing the small changes in Axel. The way he looks at you, how he touches you, how he claims you as his own. It's not that it bothers you, but... it makes you wonder how far he's willing to go.

You are standing by the window, looking at the hotel streets, when the door swings open. The figure of Axel enters, his gaze fixed on you, and for a second, the rest of the world fades away.

With his karate uniform on and his defiant attitude. you can't help but notice the intensity of his presence. You know him well, and you know that kind of look is not casual. Something is happening.

"What are you doing here? " his voice is low but clear. It's not a kind question. It's an accusation, you turn around, surprised, but not enough to miss the dangerous glint in his eyes. A glint that intensifies when he sees you're alone. As if he felt jealous, possessive, even without knowing what for.

"I was just waiting for you to come back," you respond calmly, although your heart beats faster as you see them approaching.

"Waiting for me?" he repeats, letting out a dry laugh, you looked at him without understanding. "I saw you in the lobby".

You turn around, feeling the discomfort wash over your body. You haven't done anything wrong, but for some reason, the way Axel looks at you now makes you feel like you're trapped in something much bigger than yourself.

" I was just talking" you respond quickly, trying to downplay the situation. You know that Axel doesn't usually show jealousy so obviously.

but something in his attitude makes you think that this time will be different.

Axel steps forward, his dark eyes fixed on yours. There is something dangerous in his gaze, a kind of control that seems to have awakened within him. The air in the room becomes thick, and you feel a knot in your stomach.

"With a Cobra Kai guy?" The way he says those words sends shivers down your spine, there's a hint of disdain, of something you don't like, as if he couldn't stand the idea of seeing you talk to someone from that dojo. "And what were they talking about?"

The tone of his voice is lower, almost as if he were controlling something within himself. Axel takes another step towards you, and you feel the tension in your body as you notice the distance between you both shrinking.

"Axel, it's not what you think" , you try to justify yourself, but he interrupts you with a brusque gesture.

"Don't lie to me" his eyes don't leave yours, and you can see how his jaw tightens. The silence that follows is dense, uncomfortable. "You were smiling with him, talking as if everything was fine. Do you like that? Do you like it when another guy pays attention to you?"

The question is direct, brutal. You remain silent, unable to respond. His attitude is possessive, and for some reason, you feel like you can't escape his gaze. Axel is not a jealous guy by nature, but today is different. Today, his desire to control everything seems to overflow.

" Is that what you want?" he continues, and now his words have a harshness they never had before.

you had heard in him. "What other guys look at you? Because st is ast, so I'm doing the things wrong".

Before you can react, Axel quickly approaches and firmly grabs your wrist, pulling you towards him. His face is so close to yours that you can see the fire in his eyes. The contact of his hand on your skin makes you shiver, and although you know you are in an uncomfortable situation, something in HIS strength in that intensity makes you feel. captivated.

"You are mine. Only mine" his voice is so low and hoarse that it sends shivers down your spine. You don't know if it's a threat or a promise, but fear and excitement mix in your stomach. "I don't want to see another guy near you, do you understand? No one else has the right to look at you like that".

Your mind is blank, your words caught in your throat. The idea of me confronting you like that

way, that demands you to be only theirs, it invades you. You don't know if it's a feeling of threat or of

desire, but something within you responds to its call

"Axel..." you whisper, but he doesn't let you continue.

With a swift movement, he pulls you towards him, crushing your lips against his in a wild kiss. It's not a tender kiss, it's not a kiss of affection. It's fierce, demanding.

As if he were claiming something he considers his own, you are left breathless, but something inside you doesn't want him to stop. The force with which he kisses you makes you feel completely trapped, but, at the same time, it excites you. Something in that possessiveness envelops you, makes you feel that, in some way, he is showing how much he desires you.

No matter what happens, he wants you to know: you are his.

When they finally part, their eyes lock onto yours, filled with a determination that takes your breath away.

" I don't want to see you near anyone else. Only I have the right to touch you, to kiss you. No one else".

Your words get caught in your throat as you look into their eyes. You feel his control over you, you feel how he has you in his hands, and although a part of you knows you should resist, another part simply doesn't want to.

"Do you need me to remind you who you are?" he asks, his tone relentless

Your breathing becomes faster, each heartbeat echoing in your ears. For a moment, you wonder if you should speak, resist, defend yourself from the way he is looking at you, but something in his gaze paralyzes you. That mix of power and certainty envelops you, and although you feel the need to react, it costs you much more than you expected. And without thinking any further, you respond: "Y-yes..."

His hands lifted your dress enough to expose your legs and your panties. His lips found your neck, tracing your ear as he rubbed your clitoris through the fabric of your panties. "You are mine".

Another moan escaped your lips. You wanted nothing more than his hands on you, to touch you for real. Axel smiles at the sound of your moans. "Do you like that?"

"Yes..."

"Fine" He continues kissing your neck before pulling away, "You thought you could talk to another man" his hands tore your underwear from your body, making you gasp.

He smiled at your expression of surprise, his dark and intense eyes as he touched your folds again, making a moan escape your lips. He ran his fingers over you before stopping at your clitoris, rubbing it slowly. He watched your face, listened to your moans, teased you, and withdrew his hand.

You let out a frustrated noise "Axel..."

Axel looks at you with a smug expression "Yes, baby?"

"Please..."

He raises an eyebrow at your plea. He was enjoying provoking you too much, he didn't want to give in so easily. His hand brushed against you very lightly again. "What, please?" you moaned again. "Use your words," he whispered as he continued rubbing you, but without letting you reach that sweet release, his movements were slow and steady.

"Please..." you say with a moan.

"Please, what? You're going to have to tell me what you want" keep rubbing your clitoris slowly, loving how desperate you were.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your voice: "...let me finish"

He smiled at your request, his fingers rubbing a little faster "Do you want to come?" you nod, your eyes showing how desperate you are "Beg for it" his lips near your ear as he whispers.

"Please, Axel... please" you begin to feel your orgasm building.

Axel smiles at your plea, his fingers rubbing even faster, making you moan a little louder. "Please, what? You have to be specific"

"Please, let me finish... please" your voice sounded so desperate that I had never heard you like that before.

He leaned in even closer, his hand paused, and he whispered in your ear again: "Say you're mine."

A sound of frustration escaped you again when he stopped. "I am yours. Please..."

He smiles at your words, his hand begins to move again. "That's right. You are mine. No one else can touch you".

His hand finally starts moving faster, giving you what you wanted. He rubbed your clitoris faster, applying a bit more pressure, and within seconds, he watched you unravel. Your legs trembled with the force of your orgasm.

"We haven't finished yet" I drag you with him to the bed, laying you down while you anxiously waited for him to undress.

His hand placed itself between their bodies, holding his penis as he positioned himself at your entrance. He wasn't gentle when he pushed inside you, making you moan.

Axel's hips began to move at a fast and strong pace, pouring all his frustration onto you.

"You are mine. Do you understand that?" you nod.

"I'm yours" you say, moaning.

He leans in and whispers in your ear "That's right, you're mine. All mine. No one else can touch you. No one else can make you feel this way".

The situation and the way he was gripping you tightly was too much, and soon your walls began to tighten around his cock. Your moans began to grow louder and more frequent until you finally had an orgasm.

His movements began to become more erratic and uneven, and feeling you cum around him that way was his breaking point. He let out a moan when he finally came inside you.

They stood there, in silence for a few seconds, trying to catch their breath. "Are you okay?" You nodded.

"Wasn't I too harsh?"

"No, of course not. I was very well" .

"Well, I wouldn't want to hurt you"

"You didn't" you looked at him before speaking again "You know I love you, right? I don't want you to feel like I was doing something wrong, it's just... he asked me something and I didn't want to be rude"

Axel smiled at your words "I love you too"

"But..."

"But?" Axel looked at you alarmed.

"Maybe I should make you jealous again if you're going to catch me like this."

"Don't even think about it, if you want sex like that you just have to ask" he gave you a kiss on the forehead.

[chrissy-kaos]

**Health update**

So I never wanted to make another post like this but here I am.. I was hoping to just get better and never bring it up again.

To get those of you up to speed. I was diagnosed with CKD back in late 2021. I’ve been battling that for a while now. I’m actually doing really well in that regard. During a routine MRI in Nov 2023 for my kidneys we found what looked to be a hepatic steatosis and splenomegaly. It was later determined and I was diagnosed with hepatic tumors and splenomegaly. I also had a fairly large gallstone and what appeared to be a tumor/cyst on my gallbladder. We decided it was just better to remove my GB and the tumors all at the same time. So in January of this year I had laparoscopic cholecystectomy/tumor removal. That’s what the scars on my stomach are from. The tumors were tested and were benign. That was a huge relief. But it left my liver fairly damaged. I wasn’t to concerned about because your liver can and will heal itself. I recovered well and felt great.

Fast forward 9 months. I wasn’t feeling very well. So I made an appointment with my PCP and she wanted me to do a bloodwork panel. This is normal. We actually do blood once a month but really only check kidneys, thyroid, and hormones. So I did the panel and when the test results came in my Dr called me immediately. She ordered another AST/hepatic function panel for my liver, kidneys and pancreas.

After those test results came in she had me come to her office. I was met with her and a Hepatologist. They broke the news to me that unfortunately my liver not doing well according to the bloodwork. My pancreas/kidneys are actually pretty ok rn which is cool. But my total bilirubin is 1.4 mg/dl. At 1.5 mg/dl total bilirubin is where we really start looking at the possibility of Cirrhosis. If you don’t know what that is. Google it. Now I’m not saying I have this rn but it seems to be looking that way 🫤

They were telling me they could see my bilirubin trending up over the course of the past few months of bloodwork. Also previously being diagnosed with Splenomegaly which is a tell tale sign of Cirrhosis apparently. They’re pretty sure I have it or will have it. They want to run more tests and see how bad or good it is and we’ll go from there. It seems like they have a pretty good plan. Also for those of you that are going to say get a second opinion.. I got a second and a third. They said the same thing go figure..

So again I find myself going in and out of the hospital again. I don’t wish this life upon anyone. It’s not fun. Being chronically/terminally ill is no fucking joke. If it’s not one thing it’s another. It’s tiring and I’m soo tired. Honestly I can’t wait until it’s all over.. forever.

Anyway I figured I’d give you a bit of an update on my health and such. A lot of you ask in my DMs. It’s hard to answer everyone so a post like this gets it out there. But yea if you made it this far thank you and I love you 🫶🏻

[galedekarios]

this is a personal vent post so please let me just get it all out without trying to come at me lol:

so many ppl saying they respect larian's decision to peace out and not deal with hasbro/wotc, but i have to be honest, i don't respect them at all.

they are leaving a game behind that is unfinished and a narrative mess.

they leave a game behind where everyone paid the same amount of money for it, yet depending on which character you prefer, you get less content.

the disparity between everyone else and their writer's pet ast*rion is insane. he has a half to a third more content depending on which character you compare him to.

they leave behind a sparse act 2, which is already so barren compared to act 1 and all it had to offer. act 3 is a narrative mess and lacks structure.

they leave a game behind where they made promises a handful of weeks before release where they ought to have known that they, in fact, will not be delivering said promises: access to the upper city, consequences for playing certain races across the acts (playing a drow is going to be different in act 1 and gives you advantages vs act 3 where it would give you understandable disadvantages), etc etc etc.

they leave behind a game where content was cut from the companions to make it seem like the origins have something to offer when that system is barely able to compare what origin playthroughs offered in dos2 and it hurts the game and the experience (like tara being cut for companion gale).

they leave behind a game where they promised to much variety and proclaimed in panels from hell how they struggled to show the width and depth of the game, but really? it's about as deep as a puddle. a lot of the choices do not matter. kill ethel? nah, she's alive and well in the city. no sister hags to be angry here. give karlach no infernal iron and never talk to her at all? doesn't matter, she'll survive until the end of act 3 and will still call you her bff. dissuade gale to use the orb? we'll make sure he'll still offer 3 more times just in case. send yenna away from camp bc you don't want her there? doesn't matter, she'll stay. and yes, i'm aware these are all small things, but they are part of a larger problem. almost nothing you do truly matters to the point of where i just skip most things in act 1 and 2 now.

they leave behind a game that they promise to still patch, but some things have been broken since early access / release to the point of where i'm like i'm sorry, but your word that you will continue to patch things means about as much to me as all the other empty promises. the dialogue about morena dekarios is still broken and it's been over half a year now. the astral sea scene has low-res body textures for months. i know from mutuals who love minthara that her romance is still broken. and i could go on and on.

and what gets me the most about this is all is that they have learned nothing at all from dos2: act 3 of that game was so bugged and all over the place that i couldn't muster up the motivation to finish it the first time i played. they neglected a character to the point of where he could have been removed from the game or made a general hireling (beast).

those issues were at least attempted to be fixed in the definitive edition.

with swen saying that there will be no new content anymore and stating that both bg3 and its characters are now property of wotc/hasbro, it seems unlikely we'll even get an attempt of a fix.

so what this boils down to to me is just another game company not delivering on their promises after overselling their product and more or less abandoning it after a year to move onto the next big thing.

i don't think i can respect that ngl.

[abbotjack]

Im really enjoying 'this city doesn't forget' even if it is a little obscure, but one thing I'm a bit confused about is the ages of Jack and Reader she a first year resident so I assume she's about 26 27 but I thought Jack was like aste forties which would put him at late thirties the first time they have sex so I'm a little confused I NEED CLARIFICATION

anon, I love you for this question because you’re not just picking up on the tension—you’re tracking the architecture of this story. and you’re right: the age gap, the timeline, the way people react to Reader being back in Pittsburgh—it’s all intentional. so here’s the long answer. the honest one.

yes, Reader is a PGY-1 in the present timeline. but she’s not in her mid-20s like the rest of her intern class. she’s older—early 30s. and she feels that difference, deeply.

while her co-residents are joking about undergrad, bonding over USMLE trauma and bachelorette weekends, Reader is distant. not unfriendly. not above it. just… somewhere else. older in a way that has nothing to do with birthdays. she hasn’t clicked with them, not really. and she doesn’t try. because she knows she wasn’t built the same way.

why? because medicine wasn’t her first dream. it wasn’t even on her radar when she was 18. she didn’t grow up wanting to wear scrubs or “save lives.” she grew up with silence. grief. a family story that burned through its pages before she had a chance to rewrite it.

her parents aren’t in the picture. that part of her past is a scar the fic only touches gently—for now—but their absence is loud. and it shaped everything: the way she copes. the way she doesn’t ask for help. the way she disappears when she’s hurting. she packed up and left Pittsburgh like it was a crime scene. didn’t just cut ties—burned them. tried to build something else somewhere else. anything that wouldn’t echo with the sound of a door closing and the words “this can’t happen again” left behind.

Jack was her constant that summer. the only person who made her feel seen in a city that already felt like a mausoleum. but when he left—when he walked away from her and back into a second deployment—he took the last thread with him. and she unraveled.

so she ran. from the city. from what she’d done. from who she was becoming.

medicine came later. not out of ambition, but necessity. she clawed her way into it after years of trying not to feel anything. of working small jobs and drinking too much and trying to forget a version of herself that only existed on one porch in one city in one summer. becoming a doctor wasn’t about prestige. it was about regaining control in a life that had taken everything else.

so when Match Day came and the envelope said Allegheny General, it didn’t feel like fate. it felt like a challenge. like the universe looking her dead in the eyes and saying, go ahead. see if you can stand it.

and Jack? Jack didn’t know any of that.

“I told you I matched here,” you say. “At the wedding. And you still ran me like I was some clueless walk-in.” “You told me where you matched,” Jack replies. “You didn’t tell me who you are now.” That stops you. Briefly. “I’m a resident,” you say. Jack nods once. “Exactly.”

because the girl Jack remembers was a wildfire. young. chaotic. attached to the wrong people and full of sharp edges she didn’t know how to use yet. she wasn’t someone who wore a stethoscope. she was someone who used laughter like armor and rage like fuel.

and now she’s back. different. older. exhausted in a way that shows up in her bones, not her words.

and Jack can’t reconcile the girl from that summer with the woman standing across from him in trauma rounds.

but he’s not the only one confused.

After the patient is stabilized and you’re headed toward CT, Santos falls into step beside you, unwrapping a granola bar she has no intention of eating. “You sure you and Abbot never crossed paths before?” she asks, casual as anything, but her tone says bullshit. You glance at her. Offer a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. “I’m sure,” you lie. She raises an eyebrow, but you keep walking. No follow-up. No clarification. Because the truth is messy—threaded through empty parking lots, old voicemail drafts, and all the nights you said too much without saying anything at all. It lives in the way he used to steady your wrist when you were younger and unraveling, when you hadn’t learned how to hide the panic behind your badge. In the way he doesn’t reach for you anymore. No one here knows the girl who met Jack before the scrubs. Before you learned how to keep your voice even and your hands clean. They don’t know the version of you that belonged to a different life. And if you can help it, they never will.

so to answer your question: yes, there’s an age gap. Jack is 49 in the present. He was about 30 that summer. Reader was 18, fresh out of high school. Dating his brother. It wasn’t planned. It wasn’t appropriate. It wasn’t anything they could name. But it happened. And then he left.And she did, too.

but now?

now she’s back.

not for him.

not for closure.

not for some romantic reunion.

she came back because she survived everything else and medicine was what came next.

but Pittsburgh remembers.

Jack remembers.

and the city doesn’t forget.

🖤 thank you for reading. thank you for asking. scream in my inbox about it anytime.

[lily-v-orchard]

Lily faked an Amber Alert for attention

So in Lily's most recent stream (Earlier today, November 24th 2024), at approximately 9:03 PM AST, Lily Orchard got an Amber Alert on her phone while on stream and proceeded to have a full-blown meltdown over it, screaming and raving about how terrible they are for the psychological damage they inflict on her, even saying they trigger her PTSD. Here's the thing, there was No. Fucking. Amber Alert.

I know this is fake because there is no fucking evidence of an Amber Alert being sent out in Halifax (the area where Lily lives) since November 22nd, the very same day as the day she complained about an Amber Alert on her tumblr. Nova scotia does not get Amber Alerts often. There was a reported test on November 20th, and the aforementioned incident on the 22nd but as far as I can gather, there were no other incidents throughout all of 2024. Having 3 different EAS alarm events within 5 days, 2 of them being Amber Alerts is very very improbable, but I can go deeper. You see there's a certain little Demonic man who just so happens to live in Halifax and be surrounded by other people who also in fact live in Halifax. According to himself and two people he reportedly asked, none of them got any sort of EAS alert today. How curious!

Why did she do this? I believe it's as simple as her farming for attention and validation for how triggering EAS alerts supposedly are for her.

Here's the full clip followed by a hodgepodge of evidence and credits to our beloved demon man below the break

From November 22nd, same day of the actual Amber Alert that went out in Halifax.

Granted, none of the government official accounts I have found mention any missing person on the 22nd, but given how there are several news articles, reddit posts, and firsthand accounts, it's absolutely confirmed that there was an Alert on the 22nd, but there is no post ANYWHERE about a missing person or any other EAS alert being sent out on the 24th.

Little bonus from our beloved molecule-sized Haligonian man poking his head out of Lily-retirement for us that I think is noteworthy enough to include:

Big props to Crim @crimsonender for providing several invaluable fact checking and information for this. Very important considering he is coming from the perspective of a Halifax local, go send him your support and watch his petscop stream and other non-Lily-centered content pls and thank u.