#coke hack

[rainyfestivalsweets]

DIET Survival kit: Car Edition

Here is what I got together so far, just stuff I had around the house. Prepping this to save me from hitting a drive thru and creating sanity for myself if I need flavor and am outside the house. I normally do take a to go tea or coffee, which I have been enjoying, but I have run out of beverage. And when there is so much temptation out there- save money, save calories.

-Cute bag to fit in my middle console

-Protein- Tuna and beef

- pre workout packs, LMNT electrolytes, cold brew tea, flavored benefiber, Nuun tablets, drink mixes.

Feel free to share any other ideas 💡😊

This is just some stuff I grabbed that was lying around the house. Easily mixable in a bottle of water or shaker bottle.

[scarabies-real]

Casting spell of send migraine directly to hell. Will keep fellow wizards updated!

[featherlesshope]

started a season 1 rewatch today and seeing all the tiny details and seemingly off-hand one-liners that connect back to season 4? *chef’s kiss*

[eatfriesandsleep]

Idk who needs to hear this but they weren’t lying when they said fruity drinks make your hangovers worse. I thought I was just someone who always had really bad hangovers until I started drinking rum and coke

[unashamedly-enthusiastic]

@anditookthatpersonally almost no one here is irl besties, assume even mutuals are partial strangers

A hilarious typo is a hilarious typo and needs to be shared to the world by whoever spots it, here's how you do it: screenshot it, add the text in alt description and add an @ and a pithy comment, a la:

@unashamedly-enthusiastic did you now...

[mrgaretcarter]

"Okay, I'm getting the coke. I'm just gonna get the coke."

HACKS: Season 4, Episode 9 "A Slippery Slope"

[chainofclovers]

Apparently I’m not done rambling about Hacks s4 despite posting a bunch of thoughts earlier. I’ve been seeing the sentiment that Deborah was treating Ava badly in 4x10 and being disappointing or gross for abusing substances (I’m obviously paraphrasing here, and trying not to vaguepost too egregiously) and that 4x10 was anticlimactic and a backslide and disappointing after the incredible finale-esque intensity of 4x9, and I feel so differently about it that I think I’m gonna try to write out my thoughts as to why that is!

I think Deborah is really scared.

She has always looked out for herself. She said herself, early in her relationship with Ava, that “there is no line.” But she found the line, and did not cross it. After achieving her dream and surpassing all hopes for how well the show would do (except, of course, her own hopes, and Ava’s hopes), she made a decision that was both perfectly in-character and a massive departure from all the other times when she’s made progress or taken great strides in her work or overcame challenges precisely because she was looking out for herself. And all along, Ava’s been causing her to question whether she was always respecting herself while looking out for Number One, and those little critiques and questions are in the mix as she’s exhibited great character growth but is now spiraling in ways that are very disrespectful to her brain and body.

It makes so much sense to me that Deborah would stall on working on new material despite suggesting to Ava that they’ll be finding their next thing together in 4x9. (She’s just given up what she thought would be the ultimate culmination of what she’d worked for, and while she’s put a lot of work into finding an exploitable loophole so she can perform again, it doesn’t really feel like she’s let herself mourn.) It also makes sense to me that she’d escape into alcohol; she’s always liked to drink quite a bit, but this feels like desperate escapism rather than debauchery (even if she’s very careful to make it look debaucherous and fun when she’s in front of Ava). I think she’s terrified to feel anything deep or dark for longer than a few seconds right now, hence all the cookies in bed and airplane bottles poured into Diet Coke and giggling about how many cocktails she’s had.

And for all that she is critical of Ava (in ways she ought to turn around on herself) and for all that she’s procrastinating all her feelings and really putting the “non-linear” into non-linear progress, I think it’s really exceptionally notable that she never once articulates REGRET. She knows she made the right choice in quitting Late Night. She knows she wouldn’t have been able to forgive herself if she hadn’t. She knows she prioritized the right person. She’s making mistakes left and right and she’s deeply depressed and she’s falling back into the “conniving” that was always more fun when it was in cahoots with other people and she’s struggling. But she doesn’t betray Ava or herself by letting her sadness turn into wishing she hadn’t done the right thing. That feels huge to me.

A lot of movies end directly after the climax; the main character takes their big stand, and it’s exciting and intense and powerful, and we leave the theater still full of adrenaline. I think it’s really important that 4x10 was 4x10 and not 5x1. The aftermath of Deborah’s decision is a part of this story. And I found it interesting and touching to watch Deborah and Ava kinda suck at navigating the aimless misery of being in a mutually-beneficial partnership that prioritizes comedy over literally everything else here in a stretch of months in which nothing’s really that funny.

[overwhelmed-alien]

ER Nurse/Firefighter Hangster 🧑🏻‍🚒❤️🧑🏼‍⚕️

Inspired by an episode of “The Pitt”. You’ll know which one.

The hydraulic doors opened with a whoosh of air and immediately the din of the waiting room assaulted his senses. Bradley Bradshaw sighed as he pocketed his keys in his hoodie. No matter what day - no matter what time of day - he visited his husband in the emergency room, the waiting area was packed to capacity. Over-capacity most times. Babies screaming, children crying, adults griping and complaining about the extended wait times. Coughing and hacking and moaning and yelling into phones. He didn’t know how the ER staff did it day in and day out without going crazy.

He stood behind a frantic mom bouncing a feverish toddler and waited his turn at reception. This was Jake’s third double this week. All hospitals in the area were severely understaffed, but two maternity leaves in day shift threw this one into an upheaval trying to keep up.

Bradley hadn’t seen Jake much lately; he’d come in shuffling like a zombie with just enough energy to shower and eat a little of the dinner Bradley had put away for him - more than likely his first meal in twelve hours - and then stretch out on top of Bradley on the couch to watch a movie. He’d usually be fast asleep within the first ten minutes. But Bradley didn’t care. Not about the drool on his chest, or the damp hair tickling his chin, not the quiet snoring or being pinned bodily to the couch by dead weight. He loved quiet nights cuddling in their pajamas, getting to hold that precious being in his arms, close to his heart, exactly where he belonged. He knew they were each other’s safe place. He knew that because Jake always held him after particularly difficult shifts, as well. Would make him his mom’s banana nut bread and thread his fingers through Bradley’s curls. Jake was everything to him. His safety, his sanity. Bradley knew Jake felt the same about him because he’d said so in his vows.

“Are you gonna just stand there looking dopey, Fireman, or do you got somethin’ to say?”

Mary the receptionist was Brooklyn to her bones. She’d worked at this San Diego hospital longer than Bradley had been alive and hadn’t lost a bit of her accent. He was pretty sure after these three years of him being a regular (both visitor and patient) that she knew his name, but she still referred to him simply as Fireman. Her Coke bottle glasses emphasized the blue eye shadow as she raked her gaze down his body appreciatively. He suppressed a shudder.

“Mary, sweetheart!” He smiled at her. He knew this song and dance by heart. “How are you, beautiful?”

“I’m almost as full’a shit as you are, bub. This is my third break.” She gestured to the Check-In window to emphasize she was, in fact, still working. “What brings you to my humble domain? Don’t tell me, don’t tell me. Ya wanna scoot back here “real quick” to definitely not defile the storage closet with the life size Ken doll again, huh?”

“That was one time, and there was no defiling. I told you, he was looking for gauze and tripped-“

“-face-first into your crotch, yeah yeah. What do I know about gravity, right, I’m not Isaac Neutron or whatever. Meanwhile, he probably needs some stress relief after the incident earlier.”

Bradley frowned. “Incident?”

“Oh yeah, some asshole built like an Oakland linebacker came in a few hours ago screaming about having to wait so long, and your boy toy flew out here like an avenging angel and chewed his ass out in front of everyone. It was like David and Goliath all over again. Your boy can string some inspiring words together when he wants to. Gigantor turned tail and walked out, quiet as a rat. People, am I right?”

He nodded, brows still furrowed. That did sound like Jake. As sweet as he usually was, he had no tolerance for rudeness, and held no qualms about confrontation. “Yeah. People.”

“Go on, get outta here, Fireman. Anyone asks, I didn’t see you.”

The door to the right unlocked with an audible click. He beamed and gestured a quick but genuine “thank you” before heading through the door to the emergency floor.

He’d just gotten off his shift and had swung by the Hibachi place Jake loved for a couple takeout plates. If Jake wasn’t busy they could eat together in the break room, if he was, he’d stick the box in the communal fridge for later and head home. Mostly he just wanted to lay eyes on his husband and make sure he was taking care of himself. When Jake got busy he always forgot to eat. Forgot to stop and rest. Bradley took his job to remind him very seriously.

Almost immediately, Bradley clocked something was off on the floor. There was always an air of frantic anxiousness back here in the ED, but it felt different tonight. The hairs on his neck bristled. He disregarded the patients and locked onto the different faces of the personnel, their body language as they hovered over screens and flitting around the stations.

They were angry. A cold, quiet, seething anger, kept at bay by professionalism, but it was there, and it was obvious.

He didn’t see Jake.

He did see Beau. It was hard to miss Dr. Simpson, he was a big man, a Navy man as well, one of his godfather’s good friends. Well, Ice’s good friend, he tolerated Mav. His handsome face was pinched tight as he rushed out of the corner unit in the back and wheeled around the main nurses station in the middle of the floor. He’d just picked up the phone when he met Bradley’s eyes. He put the phone down.

“Rooster.” Beau looked grim. There was blood staining his scrubs. “Who called you?”

Bradley’s heart sank into his stomach. “Wha-…nobody called me.” He shook the bag in his hand. “I - I brought Jake food.” He looked around again for a familiar blond head. “Beau, where is he.”

Beau could read him as well as Bradley could read everyone else. He probably sensed the impending meltdown because he was in front of Bradley in two long strides, strong hands gripping his shoulders. “He’s okay. He’s gonna be fine, son.”

The bag of hibachi dropped to the floor. “‘Okay’ and ‘gonna be fine’ are two different things, which is it.” He could see the pulsing of his heartbeat in his vision. Nurses were avoiding his gaze. “Where is my husband, I’m not asking again.”

Beau sighed, rubbed his hands down his face. He looked exhausted. “Dr. Benjamin is checking him out now-“

“-Why is Penny-“

“-Because she’s a neurologist,” Beau cut him off. Bradley fell silent and let the older man guide him through the nurses station toward the corner unit. “There was an…altercation…in the waiting room earlier. Jake confronted an erratic man causing a scene. You know how mouthy he can get. The man left, we thought nothing else of it. Jake…he went outside for a break a few minutes ago, the guy snuck up behind him and sucker punched him in the face like a fucking coward.”

He drew the curtain back and Bradley felt his knees give out. He caught himself on the foot rail of the gurney in front of him.

There was so much blood.

It covered much of his husband’s beautiful face, wrapped grotesque tendrils around his slim neck. The scrubs he wore were soaked. In Jake’s blood.

Bradley saw red.

“Hey baby.”

Jake’s tired, slightly slurred voice cut through the wrath-fueled haze in Bradley’s mind. He hadn’t even noticed the pretty green eyes - swollen and blood-red and wrapped in bruises already turning shades of blue and purple - staring up at him. Awake and alert. He was awake. Bradley shook out of Dr. Simpson’s hold and frantically reached for his husband, knocking the empty chair out of the way in his rush. He stopped short, not knowing where to put his hands that wouldn’t cause any more pain or damage, but needing to touch him more than he needed oxygen.

Jake must have sensed his desperation. He reached out with both arms and pulled Bradley in by his hoodie, forcing him to sit beside him on the gurney. He was sitting upright, not lying down, and he squirmed until Bradley’s arm was wrapped around his shoulders. He leaned into his husband and breathed a deep sigh, the tension melting out of him.

“Would you please be still,” Dr. Penny Benjamin was as beautiful as ever, even with the tight jaw and furrowed brow. Bradley hadn’t even noticed her sitting in a rolling stool beside the gurney. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and winked at Bradley. “Hey, Roo. Think he’s trying to absorb you through osmosis.”

“I’m fine with that.” Bradley croaked, his voice cracking, and squeezed a little tighter. He looked down at the love of his life. He closed his eyes. He couldn’t wrap his head around all the blood. Jake wasn’t supposed to be hurt. He had the dangerous job, not Jake. Never Jake. Jake was supposed to always be safe. He could be tired or angry or upset, but never hurt. “…Honey?” He didn’t even know how to speak to him in this state.

Jake held no such reservations. “I’m fine, B. Fucker blind-sided me like a pussy. Sorry, Penny.”

Penny huffed, but she was smiling. Bradley understood why Mav walked nose-first into a door when Penny smiled at him that time. “He’ll be okay. Took a hard fall, and head wounds tend to bleed a lot, but he doesn’t need stitches, just glue. His nose took the brunt of it, but thankfully it’s not broken. His stunning good looks will be intact once the swelling goes down, everyone will be happy to know.”

Beau let out a breath like he’d been holding it. “We’ll get him cleaned up and you can take him home.”

“Bullshit, I’m staying. I’ve got four hours left in my shift.” Jake sat up straighter and glared at Beau through his bruises. He looked exhausted and miserable. Bradley drew him in closer.

“You most certainly are not-“

“This isn’t the first time I’ve been punched in the face, Cy.”

“While that doesn’t surprise me at all, we’re still going to follow concussion protocol-“

“I’m a fucking combat medic, not a fucking candy striper, I’m fine.”

“What’s a candy striper?” A young med student walking by whispered to another, who shrugged. Beau shooed them away and pulled the curtain closed.

“Jacob,” Penny gently grasped his chin and shined a light in his eyes, gauging pupil responses again. “Straighten up or I’m taking you down to imaging and stuffing you into a CT scan.”

“But I can-“

“Bradshaw!” Both Jake and Bradley visibly flinched. Penny Benjamin was scarier than any drill sergeant. She pocketed her penlight and stood up to lean over him. “Sensitivity to light and sound. Anxiety and mood swings. You’re a little uncoordinated, a little slurry, and I bet you have one hell of a headache. I love you kid, and nobody is denying that you’re tough as nails, but you have a concussion, and you need to rest.” She reached over to pull Bradley in by the scruff of his neck. “Let your adorable puppy of a husband take you home and fuss over you for a change.”

“Go home, son.” Beau added. “I don’t want to see you in here for three days unless you’re getting checked out.”

Jake shook his head, drew in a sharp breath. Bradley could see the tears in his eyes, hear them in his voice. “We’re so short-staffed already.”

“We’ll survive three days without the mighty Jake Seresin Bradshaw, I promise.”

Bradley was elbowed in the gut as Jake flailed to stand up and prove his capabilities. He stood up, too, and caught Jake by the waist when he wobbled precariously. Blond hair tickled his face as Jake leaned his forehead into Bradley’s neck seeking comfort. A single, strangled sob escaped his throat before he tamped it back down. Bradley knew. These tears weren’t from pain, or even anger. They came from a place of helplessness and frustration and exhaustion. He’d had this conversation with Jake before.

It never ends. He was there to help, spent his time trying to make people feel better, live a little longer, and all he got in return was sucker punched. Spit on. Yelled at. Cursed at. Day in and day out. He saw the absolute worst in people, and fought like hell for them anyway. They all did. Every doctor and nurse and receptionist and janitor in this understaffed emergency department had a desperate need to save people, and it was taking its toll, some days more than others.

“I’m taking you home, sweetheart.” Bradley’s tone left no room for discussion. Jake just nodded against his neck, his exhaustion suddenly palpable. He sat the blond back down on the padding and dropped a lingering kiss to his forehead, making sure his mustache tickled Jake’s skin. “Let Penny clean you up a bit, okay, hon? I’m gonna step outside and talk to Beau a minute. Be right back.”

He gripped Dr. Simpson’s bicep and pulled him away from the cubicle. “I need a name, and I need it fucking now.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Beau don’t fuck with me, I’m gonna find out anyway, you may as well save me a few minutes of interrogation.”

“We’ve already got the police involved, let them handle it.”

“What, for him to get a slap on the wrist? Fuck no-“

“Need I remind you that the last time Jake got hurt here and you went all “Navy SEAL” on everybody, Ice had to get the fucking governor of California involved to keep your ass out of jail? Hmm? You think that’s gonna happen twice? Who’s gonna look after Jake if you’re in prison for attempted murder?” He stopped before he was actively shouting and took a deep breath. “You are one of the most intelligent people I know, but when it comes to that boy in there you turn into a knuckle-dragging dumbass.”

Bradley opened his mouth to defend himself but Beau cut him off. “This isn’t the first time one of my staff has been assaulted, and it won’t be the last. Understand that. It comes with the territory. We’ve all been hit and kicked and pissed and spit on. Every one of us. Jake doesn’t need a knight in shining armor to fight for him. He’s a tough kid, respect his capabilities. Right now the only thing he needs is a caring and attentive husband. Be that for him, Bradshaw.”

Simpson was right. Of course he was. Bradley knew he was a hothead when it came to Jake and his safety. He’d wanted to protect Jake Seresin the first time he’d ever laid eyes on him, even though it was, in fact, Jake protecting a wounded Bradley at the time. Every cell in his body vibrated with a primal need to protect that man, the love of his life and every life beyond.

The curtain pulled back and Jake was there, a little unsteady, Penny guiding him. Most of the blood on his face and neck had been wiped away; his scrub top was missing, the white undershirt a little less gruesome. Bradley met Beau’s eyes and nodded, reached out to shake the man’s hand briefly before hurrying over to Jake’s side where he belonged. He unzipped his Station 86 hoodie and wrapped it around Jake’s shoulders before zipping it up to hide the bloodstains on his collar. Jake looked up at him and smiled. “I would’ve stolen it anyway.” The Texas twang heavy on his lips. God, he looked so tired. On a soul-deep level.

“I know, angel. You wear it more than I do, anyway, guess I stole it from you. Just giving it back.”

“You know concussion protocol, I’m assuming,” Penny handed him a packet of papers with a knowing smirk.

“All too well, ma’am.”

“He’ll sit here and you can go get your car and pull it around to the ambulance bay. We’ll meet you outside.” Beau pushed a wheelchair behind Jake, who balked for a second before admitting defeat and flopping down into it.

“Yes, sir.”

“And then you’re going to take him home and put him to bed, and I don’t want to see him for three days. At least.”

Jake whined petulantly. Bradley bent down and dropped a peck to his hair, smiling into it. “Three days of couch cuddles. I’m totally down for that.”

Jake perked up significantly at that. “Yeah, that doesn’t sound too bad.”

Beau nodded sagely. “As long as you keep the supply closet shenanigans to a minimum.”

“Oh shit-“

The End

[oatmilk777]

life hack: when you feel hungry just hit the penjamin, lay down, and have a coke zero as a munchie snack

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Adventures in "Joel Dealing with his Preggo Wife"

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Just as the title suggests--little fluffy (occasionally smutty) snippets of Joel and his wifu during their first pregnancy and beyond. Decided to make its own masterlist for this drabbles series. Can be read together or standalone. Fics are in a timeline chronological order but you do not need to read in any order.

* contains NSFW themes or content

Bathroom Break

Lollipop

At the Park *

Hungry *

Watching TV

Angry *

NOT hungry

House Pet *

Drama Queen

At the Beach *

Snack Time *

Mmm...cookies?

From Party of Two, to Family of Three

And then there were Four

Drabbles/ specials / extras / Requests during pregnancy:

Joel Miller - Husband, Father, Daddy*

The Ice Cream Fiasco

Pepsi vs Coke, Pepsi Strikes Back

Sundae Surprise

Low maintenance

Morning Sickness

Joel, Meet Ramses

Prayers

Late from Work *

Hold It

Stubborn Pains

Mother in Law *, + Sarah

Spa Day *

Diet

Going vegan?

Yapper

Worms

Oh the Colors You'll Choose

Plant Momma

In n Out

Role Play Me Not*

Smooches

Missed Call

Tommy Dealing with Preggo Wife

Humpty Dumpty *

The Bush *

Welcome Home, Sarah! Snippets with first born :

Tummy Time

Baby Fever *

Sensory dancing fruit videos

7.5 Special- Joel gets you the dog

My Wife, My Love, My Life*

Retirement Home

Food War

Fashion Show!

Slap Around and Find Out

Art

Misunderstanding

KeeKee!

Baby Talk

Date Night*

Language Barrier

Random Fluff

Amusement park hacks

The Duck Dilemma , Resolved

Super Woman, Super Wife

Tea time

Diamond Diamond Diamond

The Price of Bananas

It's Spicy

Sarah's Bargain

Save Me from Your Brother, Tommy!

The Ex

You're Beautiful

Welcome home Ellie! Full family shenanigans

Interrupted nap

Ellie's First Words

Don't Leave Mom in Charge

Making a Mom out of You*

Doctor Ellie

Sick Days

Pool Days

Time Out

Snacks for the Pack

New Years

Happy Mother's Day*

Joels Perfectly Not So Great Terrible Day

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How I Met your Mother *

Be sure to check out the #Joel Dealing with Preggo Wife tag for more!

[rainyfestivalsweets]

Kinda wish they still made these. Walmart had a generic for awhile too. [Back in MY day, bahahaha]

I am trying to hack this idea since I can't find a suitable replacement.

I am thinking about quarter scoop of ideal lean whey + a scoop of herbalife fiber?

That would about equal this macros. I think.

Calorie wise 20 c + 10 = 30. But maybe 5g protein 🥰🥰🥰

It wouldn't be an "on the go thing" but it would be alright for taking for errands or something.

[sapphicscholar]

Hacks Episode 4.10 Thoughts

Alright, so I’m mostly keeping this to the episode-specific post, rather than taking up the entire season bc I want to be able to watch the season start to finish to really think about it as a cohesive whole.

I’ll start out by just saying point blank: I liked episode 10, and I liked it as the finale for this specific season. I went in knowing that reviewers and the show runners had described it as an epilogue to the climactic moment of episode 9, so perhaps I came into it with more apt expectations, but I appreciated JPL’s capacity to break their own season-arc formula, as the typical big twist/betrayal/hurt at the close would have felt like a contrivance and a repetition (without meaningful difference, pace Derrida!).

I’ve seen a lot of folks who wanted this to be the premier of season 5, but I personally would have hated this as a premier for a few reasons. For me, the hugeness of Deborah’s choice in 4.09 and the growth it represents requires an emotional aftermath, especially given the consequences that exceed what she had anticipated (which were themselves already huge even before learning about the 18 months left in the non-compete, which she and Jimmy should have known about but anyway). As an epilogue-style finale, the elision of 8 months of time that culminates in a gasping awakening from the stupor Deborah had descended into in Singapore works well. As a premier, it wouldn’t have, and I especially think it would not have landed well among the fandom (even worse than this ep did). For one, there would have been enough distance from the on-air quitting to have Deborah’s depression and her bouts of harshness toward Ava feel like emotional whiplash when many viewers would likely have used the between-season break to come to terms with this “new” Deborah and lose sight of who she has long been (more on that, too, later). It may thereby have landed as a kind of betrayal in a much more intense way. But at least for myself (and I’m someone who saw this kind of partial regression as the necessary fallout of Deborah’s growth), to have this fallout neatly contained into a single episode arc when you have an entire season sprawling out in front of you would feel like a betrayal of the weight it carries. With just one episode left and following exactly on the heels of ep. 9, though, the montages work as narratively efficacious devices to unsettle the grandeur of sacrifice (sacrifice doesn’t just hurt in the moment; it fucking aches in the aftermath). And now, with the ending as it is, we’re set up to start off season 5 in a really different tonal register without having to do a massive jump between episodes 1 and the rest of the season, which makes for a more cohesive arc.

Now onto Deborah… I’ve said it in several of my reviews, but I appreciate that JPL largely do justice (with Ava as well) to the idea that growth isn’t linear. Deborah upended everything at the end of episode 9 for Ava and creative autonomy in a moment of intense moral clarity after a lifetime spent more-than-willingly languishing in the morally gray, in the world of artistry measured by success over authenticity, in the notion of feminism defined by the success of individual women, etc. I think this episode did a beautiful job of encapsulating the idea of growth that comes in painful fits and starts, and the montages worked well to illustrate it. We open with the frustration of a series of increasingly desperate attempts at finding a loophole—attempts that lead Deborah all the way to sleazy billboard lawyers—and of course that frustration gives way to the self-isolation of a wounded animal retreating to lick her gashes in peace. She’s self-destructive because what self is there worth living for? She eats like shit because she’s no longer hyper-visible on stage and camera every night. She languishes in bed because there’s nothing to wake up for. She drinks Coke from a bottle because she doesn’t find herself worthy of the pleasures of having things perfectly to her liking anymore. And we see it age her rapidly, down to the weak little cough as she walks around a cheap tourist store. Then suddenly, a loophole materializes. It’s not growth, no, but it’s familiar, and god, there’s something to the comforts of the well-known after the whirlwind of upending absolutely everything again and again and again (from losing her residency to doing the new hour to life on the road to late night to throwing it all out again). But those old comforts provide merely the simulacra of pleasure now. They feel good enough, but ultimately ring hollow. They satiate without satisfying. And so Deborah spirals outward, seizing on everything that could possibly fill that void. Drinking. Gambling. Touristy shit. And for a little bit, the euphoria of finally being back on stage, supplemented with the rosy-hued tint of the honeymoon/vacation, is enough. But eventually…it’s not. Especially as Ava grows less and less enamored with this life, finally culminating in the boat confrontation scene.

And now here’s the thing. Deborah does lash out, trying to send Ava away with excuses that are only half factual. (Again, wounded animal, etc. etc. of course she does.) But it’s fucking huge that she doesn’t throw it back into Ava’s face that Ava is the reason for all of this. Think about the fight at the end of season 1. Where we are now is growth, even if it doesn’t feel like it compared to episodes 6 and 9. It’s subtle, but it’s there. Because Deborah has almost never hesitated to go for the jugular, but here, it doesn’t even seem to be on the tip of her tongue. She could destroy Ava, but she doesn’t. She doesn’t even hover on the precipice. Instead, she throws things out that sound vaguely like insults, but are just another way of giving Ava an out—a pathway toward becoming something, anything, other than Deborah when “being Deborah” feels miserable as hell.

I’m really curious and cautiously optimistic about season 5 now that they’ve set up a shift toward external tension as the narrative and emotional driver, rather than the internal tension between Ava and Deborah (not that I think things will be smooth sailing, but that there’s no massive betrayal haunting the background of their reunion in the way it has in past seasons). Deborah on the offensive has always been Deborah at her fiercest, and I’m excited to see the ways it may bring her back into the orbit of characters like Marcus (who seems poised to make a massive career pivot of his own, and I really, really hope JPL bring him back into the main fold and narrative focus) as Ava faces a future that’s far less scripted than the path she’s followed with Deborah until now.

I have a lot of smaller notes, but I kind of want to keep this as is for now. I might reblog this post later with a few of those small notes later when I have a chance to give the episode a second watch with a bit of distance.

[gremlingottoosilly]

Considering that now Emperor!König can fuck darling whenever he wants, what would happen when little darling starts with pregnancy symptoms? Would he feel proud that be got her finally pregnant or he would have a different reaction?

The first healer who got the news to the emperor got promoted on the spot. The second and the third one got enough money to never heal again - yet, they were immediately advised as the commune of professionals working to ensure that the Regent Empress won't follow the exensixe footsteps of the Dead Royal Mothers, dying in childbirth. Knowing the way Konig swung with Death, no one would be surprised for the Empress to have returned somehow, in some way later - still, no one wanted to be the one to bring possible tragic news. But you were alive, and well - as well as someone who is pregnant from the notorious dictator could have been. The baby is draining all of your powers, the hack of healers has created a collegium trying to suggest the gender of the child by rotating between taking urine and blood samples, and Konig couldn't be happier. Son would be the son of the country, and the daughter could repeat the fate of her mother, locked up in the highest tower so that no one would ever try to capture and force her into marriage. You didn't think that it's possible to be even more pampered - but Konig is forbidding you from ever stepping outside of the castle, even the garden times are strictly limited to the exact minute healers have suggested. Your poison testers are being fired left and right, every food product you had is mostly being coked under the supreme supervision of the emperor himself - or his undead generals, whose lack of taste almost makes you gag. You are forbidden from wearing fashionable strict dresses with corsets and lacings - you are barely wearing anything at all, locked in your bedroom with your husband at your hip. He is so worried about every cramp, every headache or dull pain in your back, you can be the only person in history to ever receive feet massages from the conqueror himself - and he finally stopped dragging you to his meetings, instead opting for staying indoors with you. Konig's anxiety is at all rage now, he is worried sick about you - and, well, as overbearing as he is, you enjoy him actually worrying about you and stopping with his annoying antics and teasing.

[hanaybuns]

The sextuplets as different medical specialists

(this was also inspired by other posts that had the same ideas)

Family Medicine or Emergency Medicine

see, thematically I think it would make a lot of sense if osomatsu was a general practitioner, considering that he’s the template for the bros and family medicine is very all encompassing as far as seeing patients of all ages with all kinds of issues. The hospitalist version of this would be internal medicine. Family medicine requires a certain level of people skills and extroversion that oso has. BUT I actually knew an emergency medical doctor that was very very similar to osomatsu in temperament and humor. also em doctors love love love diet coke and energy drinks.

Anesthesiology or cardiology

See karamatsu was hard to pin down, but I think in terms of his dynamic among the sextuplets, anesthesia is fitting for him. Anesthesiologists are the ones taking care of the patient while the surgeon is hacking away. But compared to the surgeon, their role involves a lot more monitoring in case something goes wrong. Which I feel is something Kara does with the brothers, he’s really passive until something bad happens and then he’s on his feet. Anesthesiologists are behind the curtain too, which is kind of symbolic of karamatsu being in his own world most of the time. Also a lot of anesthesiologists are described as introverted extroverts so that’s a plus. For cardiology though, I just think Kara would like the idea of being a cardiologist because it’s romantic to fix hearts. That and I can see him being good with elderly people (women specifically), which are the main patient population for cardio.

Internal Medicine or General Surgery

So I think the image is implying that choro would be a radiologist and it's definitely an option for him... but it wouldn't fuel his ego enough. choro needs a specialty that will get him recognition and make him feel special. I think internal medicine would be fitting for him thematically because it would be a foil for osomatsu. Also because I can see him being very indecisive about what specialty he wants to pursue and IM is stereotyped as the specialty for people who can't decide. I can also see him being awkward around children/teenagers and internists are specialized in adult medicine. For general surgery though, choromatsu is a guy thats really concerned with his image and I think nothing would appeal to him more than getting to brag about being a surgeon and the procedures he's done. choro is also a bit of a masochist and you need to enjoy pain to be a surgeon and endure residency.

Radiology or Pathology

The image is implying surgery or possibly dentistry, which i can see for ichimatsu. but stereotypically, introverts or physicians that don't want to interact with patients tend to veer towards radiology and pathology. both require very detail oriented people, which is fun because ichimatsu has surprising attention to detail. radiology also allows remote work, which means that ichi can cuddle with cats while working lol. the thing is tho, ichimatsu can be very caring at times and while he would have to get over the hump of social anxiety, i could see him being good at patient care if need be. i just don't think it would be something he would consciously choose

Pediatric Emergency Medicine or Sports Medicine (or ortho)

So obviously jyushi would go into pediatrics, but it's just a matter of what specialization would he choose in pediatrics. i think jyushi is 100% an EM kinda guy. i've met a lot of EM doctors and a good handful of them are a little off their rocker. you kinda have to be an adrenaline junky. pediatric EM is different though because the MDs i've met are a lot less crazy than the adult EM MDs. that said, jyushi has mellowed out a lot more since season 1, so that works out. also pediatric EM physicians are some of the nicest, cheeriest people you'll ever meet. i love them. now, another obvious choice is sports medicine and alternatively ortho. these are specialties that are occupied by a lot of past athletes, which works well for jyushimatsu. he doesn't fit the typical ortho bro profile, but i think he'd have a great time with the ortho surgeries

OB/GYN

todo was definitely difficult to pin down, but i might actually stick with what i think the image is implying, which is Obstetrics and gynecology (also because the thing in the top right might be a speculum??) but i think he would really like ob/gyn for a couple reasons. first, i think he'd say he's doing it to pick up girls (highly unethical) but would really fall in love with the specialty, especially obstetrics. todo is very capable under pressure i feel and you have to be if you're delivering babies. theres a lot of investigative work in ob/gyn that i think todo would like too. also ob/gyn physicians are stereotyped as super salty (not to patients though!).

i should clarify to everyone that everything in this post is facetious and doesn't reflect every physician in each specialty. there are tons of stereotypes about different specialties and many of them are far from the truth. but... for the sake of this post i'm citing these stereotypes because they're funny and fit the characters. in no way do i want to discourage anyone from seeing a physician though. this post should NOT be taken seriously

[sapphcblues]

Something so horribly sad to me about the Hacks finale is how quickly Deborah spiralled into “four drinks and slurring a bit = sober”, “chugging an airplane bottle of liquor out of a bottle of diet coke” levels of alcohol abuse. Especially that she felt the need to hide it like that by drinking outside a shitty Vegas souvenir store— the woman has a soda fountain in her house and (surely? I can’t remember) a liquor cabinet. It could have been done that way just to underline how bleak things are for Deborah in that moment, but it could also be a sign that she’s hiding things from the people in her life who have seen her go down this path before.

I’m so curious what other people think of this. I can’t decide if it’s the usual “sometimes when you’re sad you get really drunk about it” thing but this time Deborah just did that for 8 months, or if the show is trying to nudge us towards the conclusion that Deborah is a(n often high-functioning) alcoholic. Yes, she’s addicted to the laughs and the applause, but especially given her family history (DJ, but also her father) I can’t help wondering if there’s maybe a more straightforward type of addiction going on here as well.

[dexstoner]

About Traceback Turbo/Story:

((tw: gruesome written stuff, just 2 things, no worries))

After being obliterated by the diet coke volcano, Turbo has been transported into an endless void.. being unconscious for 4 years before all of a sudden his eyes opened to notice the situation he was in.. there was nothing around him, remembering why he was there caused him to begin trying to speak, but nothing came out..

As he tries to think of something, a sudden feeling starts lingering inside him, looking over at his own hands, his heart begins pumping loudly..Grabbing against his own suit followed by inaudible screaming of agony, ripping his own skin off ( the disguise ), glitching constantly before it all went white..

Slowly opening his eyes with deep breaths, he found himself in the arcade cable hall, it was morning, so nobody was around considering sticking to the "program". Walking around before pausing at the game Sugar Rush, entering it and wandering to the starting line, hiding in the shadows to keep himself hidden. But his eyes caught onto something..

King Candy?? How did..

Did he.. made a separate part of himself?

No no.. this can't be.

There can only be one.

Beginning to walk out the game as he began plotting his own revenge, learning better coding. Becoming a bigger virus.

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Let's say a year has passed and Turbo suddenly begins heading over to Sugar Rush once more followed by him visible coming to the starting race and stopping them, leaving the sugar rush kids shocked, followed by going after King Candy with a straight shadowed face..

And just like that.. Grabbing him and forcefully merging with him, screams of agony, all goey and horrific.. leaving the kids shocked, before becoming what he is now and glitching away from the game with a grin.

Abilities:

1. Teleportation ( especially in restricted areas, aka void )

2. Programming and hacking stuff ( This concludes the ability to hack into systems and ruin coding if necessary )

3. Bits of cybug ( Claws, eat and merge. Able to make them appear whenever )

4. Glitch dashing ( Something like Vanellope considering his glitching )

Weakness:

`` Try and find it, oh wait! You can't. `` - Turbo

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