#continuing

[paperclips37]

Bit more of that shirtless Frank thing I am trying to finish...

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Kids are told that Doctors are upheld, revered, respected. The reality was that people were assholes. Frank thought ruefully as Whitaker gently prodded at his ribs.

‘Any pain?’ Frank just shot the young man a look. Both men paused as screaming kicked off again. A patient had suddenly gone off on Frank as he examined him. The startling awareness after being postictal has seemingly driven him into temporary psychosis. He had gotten a couple of strong blows to Frank’s chest and ribs before Abbot and Donohue restrained him. Abbot had sent him to get checked over with Whitaker. Any argument that Frank had had disappeared at the withering glare.

Frank didn’t think any of his ribs were fractured, severely bruised though. He glanced down to see the growing red and purple colouring blooming on his chest.

‘Could you get me an ice pack please? And tell Abbot I’m fairly sure that John Doe has a leaking baggie of cocaine in his gut.’ Whitaker’s face contorted and he scurried out of the room. Dana appeared in his wake.

‘Oh Ken why is it always you?’ She passed over the ice pack. He hissed loudly as he placed the ice pack against his chest. The cold stabbed into his skin but it melted into soothing numbness.

‘Karma?’ Dana nodded with a mockingly expression of concern.

‘That would track.’

‘Love the nurse sympathy.’

‘Oh I only give that to people who deserve it.’

‘Ouch. And I thought you loved me.’

‘Begrudgingly.’ Dana stepped closer and gave him a cursory once over herself. Her hands much gentler than Whitaker’s. Experienced hands.

‘I’m going to get you up to X-ray.’

‘I’m fine.’

‘As talented a doctor as you are you can’t see through your own skin Kid. C’mon.’ The curtain twitched and suddenly Mel was standing there. Dana’s eyes flicked back and forth curiously. A devious glint blooming in her eyes. Those eyes that never failed to see right through him. ‘I think he needs the VIP treatment eh Mel?’ Mel reacted to the pat on her arm as Dana vanished with a swoosh of the curtain.

‘She’s getting me a wheelchair isn’t she?’ Mel didn’t respond. Frank glanced over to see the weirdest look on her face. Eyes overly large, eyebrows damn near hitting her hairline. She was staring at his chest. The bruising must look horrendous by now. He pulled back the ice pack, shivering at the icy droplets sliding down his chest. It was sweet how she cared. He noticed how she swallowed heavily in that way she sometimes did when trying to give herself a moment to steady herself.

The colours were striking against his ridiculously pale skin. His side ached. He had so far refused all pain meds. This was manageable, he’d suffered worse. Verifying Whitaker’s check, Frank gently probed his ribs. No sign of his ribs giving way. Mel shook her head, braid flying behind her.

Her gaze became more assessing. Doctor Mel appeared before him. Leaning down to examine his ribs. Frank did his best to resist the urge to puff up.

‘How’s the pain?’

‘Manageable.’ Her staring up at him from her current stance. Bent over, over the top of his glasses at him was just plain dangerous. Especially as her face was that mix of stern and compassionate that only work for her. He was suddenly very aware of the level of exposed skin and how close she was.

‘May I?’ Her hand hovered at the small gloves on the table just behind her. He nodded unable to trust his voice. Or his impulse control.

Frank turned his gaze to the ceiling. Trying to pretend it was anyone else. But there was no mistaking the gentle, light touch that only she could have. Her hands were cool and worked efficiently across his skin. Frank rattled off medical procedures in order of increasing complexity as she evaluated him.

‘I don’t think anything is broken but I agree an X-ray to confirm is the best course of action.’ She snapped off her gloves and Frank had a flash. A really inappropriate image of her playing the sexy doctor. Time for his yearly physical.

Get a grip. She’s your friend – stop being a creep – what few rational brain cells scolded him.

That was going to haunt him. He nodded still not willing to trust himself to speak.

Dana whistled from the other side of the curtain.

‘C’mon princess your carriage awaits.’ Dana bowed to him jokingly. Mel passed him a replacement ice pack. Was she blushing slightly? Usually he’d have refused the wheelchair but the combination of Dana and Mel disapproving and worried looks respectively meant he reluctantly sat down. Dana took control.

Cheers and jeers followed him as Dana wheeled him to radiography. Abbot had fast tracked his scan. The portable ones did not have enough detail for him. Sometimes he was such a worry wart. The fact that he was still shirtless was only a smart part of the humiliation. Cassie wolf whistled from the opposite side of the room. Santos rolled her eyes. Frank just ignored them.

The elevator doors opened to a yawning Garcia. The chuckle seemed to bloom from her feet and grow into the elevator. Just the cherry on top of this weird day. Dana had her limits in how long a joke would go on for. Yoyo? She’d try and get it engraved on his headstone.

‘Are we doing a calender this year?’ Dana was damn near giggling as she wheeled him in. Slapping his hands away from steering the chair himself.

‘Ooooooo we should suggest that to Gloria. Might get us the beds Robby keeps bitching about.’ Garcia and Dana started riffing over who would be in each month. Abbot being Mr. December was a choice but Frank knew better than to comment. That’s what they were waiting for. Garcia winked obnoxiously at Mel who was decidedly rosy in the cheeks.

‘Oooooo Chen should be August.’

‘Robby: December.’

‘Changing Doctor Daddy to Doctor Santa? Less sexy surely.’ Garcia stared down at Frank waiting for the repartee he was known for. Truth be told he’d barely been listening. Mel had kept her gaze fixed on the buttons for the elevator. While eye contact was different for her, she’d never really avoided his gaze like this. Had he done something.

‘Not sure how wise it is to have a full time lesbian consulting on the beefcake calender of the Pitt.’ The glare from Yoyo was beyond withering. A hint to the fact that he was right. This was rather out of her wheelhouse. But he didn’t dare suggest a gender flip one.

He was already struggling to stop his brain from having ideas.

He hated the sexy doctor routine.

Especially when Mel’s face was such an interesting (primarily) adorable shade of red. He was far to exposed, literally and figuratively.

‘I can be entirely objective.’ Tone: smug, knowing. All hot shot surgeon. Urgh.

‘Is lack of interest objective?’ Yoyo’s eyes lit up at the unexpected jab from Mel. Well not a jab so much as a curious observation. Dana was carrying out breathing excercises next to him. Trying to contain her laughter.

This was the longest elevator ride in history.

‘King. I like the way you think.’ Mel’s face lit up with joy. Frank tried his best not to be blinded by it. Pretty much a loosing battle. Her enthusiasm and verve for life was infectious. Within an hour she’d wormed her way through his master class in cynicism. Yoyo much like him was not immune to her charms.

Finally the doors opened to a bevy of cheers and catcalls. He was never going to hear the end of this.

Frank walked back into The Pitt. Nothing broken or anything to cause long term damage. He'd agreed to taking the next day off but insisted on finishing out his shift. He was a bit sore and stiff. He made his way over to the main desk. Dana was rolling her eyes and leaving Robby to his mopey devices.

‘Spot on diagnosis.’ Robby muttered or grunted. Some days it was harder to tell. Frank, shirt back on, just in time too. Myrna was enacting her usual routine. Hitting on anything male adjacent and relatively conscious. Frank kept his head down and took the proffered paperwork. He and Robby actually shared a moment of mutual irritation over red tape.

A patient went nuts because he was smuggling cocaine. And Frank got in the way. Could have been much worse.

‘Fruitcake!’ Frank did his best to look passive, not listening not any bit engaged. The blush that was appearing on his skin. He was not enjoying that at all. ‘Have you been avoiding me darling?’

‘Never.’ If there was an upside to doing this pointless paperwork, because really the hospital had no intention of ever ensuring proper safeguards for staff. It was at least he was getting a show. Not that Myrna refused to understand that sexual harassment wasn’t fun for anyone. But Robby trying to appear like he was in control of this dynamic was an exercise in futility. Robby who tried to control every part of himself so tightly he was liable to snap at himself.

Maybe he was being petty, but Frank was a petty petty man.

‘I heard that a tall dark doctor was half naked earlier today.... sorry I missed the show Fruitcake.’ Robby’s eyes stared darkly into Franks.

Oh god.

Robby was also a petty petty petty bastard.

‘Wasn’t me Myrna. Ask Doctor Langdon.’

[alchemy-and-royalty]

Dear Brain,

Brain, can we. not do this right now. Please & thank youuuu :3

-Telemachus

[alvinmichaelmurphyseville]

“I’m trying this thing where I just….start stuff for a few minutes and then stop, leaving it unfinished so my brain will FORCE me to continue later.”

“Yes, this is about chapter 11 (which I won’t have a free full day to work on for ages) of the meds fic. And all of my homework assignments.”

“Sadly, I think this trick only works if you’re the exact types of ADHD and Autistic I am.”

[wiirocku]

Romans 12:12 (NKJV) - rejoicing in hope, patient in tribulation, continuing steadfastly in prayer;

[darksideofthemamon]

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[dunesofpriam]

Denying that "intentions" anthropomorphizes nature is, in fact, disingenuous. Sexual reproduction came about as a form of ancient immune system, and is an accident of biology, like literally all biology. There is no "intention" there, only history. Do not twist the world to your ideology. Learn to think critically. Do not fall back on god.

I disagree. And I think you're only making this point because it has intersected with your beliefs about gender ideology.

If someone said to you in unrelated conversation that the purpose of legs is to get you around, or the purpose of lungs is to breathe, I severely doubt you would be making this much of a stink over it in that case.

So again, I think that you are being disingenuous in your argument, actually.

Also, the argument was never about anthropomorphising nature. It was erroneously claiming that "intent" was being ascribed to God. Don't go moving goalposts, now.

[infernaljazzman]

Just me or is knowing it's the middle of the week and its almost over the only reason I'm continuing with all this.

[fanofcoconuts]

[arsenicflame]

thought i actually had a good handle on it in comparison to thw start of the week i mean. i was doinf ok but i literally cannot stop shaking

i want him to leave me alone!!!!!!!!! its been like 8 fucking years leave me alone!!!! im not that 15 year old kid you took advantage of any more WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME im fucking tired i can't live my life looking over my shoulder waiting for you to appear i know youre watching ne again now what will it takd for you ro leave me alone?????

i don't even know why

i know i wad a fucking idiot getting into this. i know. but you should have known better. and i don't understand why when i finally did realise how fucked id gotten why you didn't get that message. or do something then. theres nothing desirable about me to you know i donr understand. i don't. understand.

i want you to die. i want you to kill me. i want this to be over with one way or another and i dont think it will be while one of us lives and i think two solid years of trying mproved me incapable of doing it with my own hand

if you want me dead. do it. i think id submit to anything you wabt to di to me if it meant you left me alone. i donr know.i jusr. donr understand and im tieed and you terrify me and last time you said you just wabt to talj but novody follows soneone through several accounts across the internet for this long because they jusy want to talk

you scared me even back then you know?

[queeringhope]

What it’s like to get beyond ADHD on a daily basis . Thank you so much for this!

tozozozo

[zeezeepearl]

ok im going to #seriouspost for a second here. I don't think Harry Potter is a manifesto. I think it was a flawed passion project that millennials latched onto because of the fantasy of sticking it to their mean teachers and arbitrarily categorizing themselves (hogwarts houses; it's the thinking millennial's astrology). I think the fact that the series got popular when and how it did was very much a product of its time.

I don't think Harry Potter is the biggest symbol of JKR's bigotry. I think the most flagrant sign of that was how she responded to critics. I watched her become radicalized in real time. I watched how she doubled down on her racism when she was called out for the ways she promoted her tragically mid fantastic beasts movies. I watched her chase marginalized teenagers with a double digit follower count off of twitter for daring to criticize her thought process, and no one with any kind of power standing against her because she was the one who was paying them. This isn't to say Harry Potter is without flaws. This is to say she really didn't give a shit about that. Getting rich and powerful is a hell of a drug, and she had enough sycophants that she had no reason to care about what her critics were saying.

She was convinced that she was a martyr; a voice for the unheard; a leader for the ages, so of course her detractors were the bad guys. And I think we should take this to heart. We should see this as an example of how easy it is to get radicalized; if you think of yourself as a paragon of virtue, you are going to think that whatever you see as good and right is an objective fact. Most people don't know this, but the majority of terfs start out as trans allies. You are not immune to propaganda! You are not immune to falling into dangerous ideologies!!!

This is why the most important thing you can do as an activist is to listen. Do NOT think you're above being wrong; do NOT develop a god complex; do NOT form an identity out of being right all the time. Involve yourselves in the groups you claim to speak for. Listen to trans women; share resources that help trans women; familiarize yourself with the diversity of experiences that trans people have and the struggles they face.

No, none of you are as bad as JKR because you don't have her money or her power. You will likely never have the capacity for harm she does. But check yourselves. Do not affirm yourselves into thinking you always have the moral high ground. Watch yourselves; humble yourselves; check yourselves for signs of cult behavior and internalized prejudice. You are always learning. You will always be learning. Do not allow yourselves to get a power trip from brushing off marginalized voices.

[mearchy]

my favorite genre of fictional character is like "i am terrifying to almost everyone, i'm very good at killing, i can endure anything, i've become exceptionally good at playing into my reputation, and if you try to give me positive social interaction i will react with confusion and cower in a corner like an abused animal. and i may try to shoot you. but there is also a chance i may imprint on you like a feral dog receiving its first loving touch! good luck."

[bookwyrminspiration]

god I would be UNSTOPPABLE if I was capable of consistently initiating tasks. just you wait. you'll be waiting a while but just you wait

[lampshade-edison]

don't!!! go!!! changing!!! to!!! try!!! to!!! please!!! me!!!

don’t!!! fake!!!! your!!!! interests!!!! to!!!! make!!!! someone!!!! like!!!!! you!!!!

[evenlyevi]

Goodnight.