#FF!PD

[sora-fish]

Scurries in I’d like to let you know that this,

Part of the Wight & Bell au has me BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS. BELL SENT ASHE TO GO KIDNAP DAKOTA??????? I NEED TO KNOW MORE….. DOES ASHE GET EM???? Anyway the rp is so scrumptious as always <3, I’ve been checking up on it every couple of hours to see what’s been added <3.

EEEEEE IN SO GLAD TOH LIKE IT!!!! HE IS GETTING ASHE TO JIDNAP DAKOTA!!! Basically, Bell saw rhe surgery scar on Dakotas chest during a publicized fight, and it got him interested in want ing to know more about what makes Dakota work. Ashe it really hesitatnt but she can’t really express that because of the trickster!! Basically in this AU, Mark also died so there was no one to discourage the use of the book, so at this point Ashe and the Triskcyer are almost one being. Because of tbat, Ashe doesn’t have total control and can’t stop herself from agreeing with Bell. But at the same time, seeing Dakota.. she cares about him a lot. So instead of kidnapping, she is going to try and make it look like she’s tried to kidnap him, but failed. Over and over again. Dakota nd ashe in this AU make me crazy cause they care so much but are rivals…..

[sketchthetofu]

3/6 I’m back with a new addition, Bell :D!!! What a messed up guy I wanna shake him around in a jar…. /pos

Flash Foward PD au by: @sora-fish (hope I did him justice <3!)

[sora-fish]

TRUTHHHHH

fucked up hurt/comfort. the person who stabbed you tends to your wound. the person who killed your loved one helps you grieve.

[spiderman616]

They should’ve adapted 06 so Sally could meet Elise

archie canon accurate 06 adaptation would honestly be p.d.s. (pretty darn sick) instead of whatever bullshit cse explanation there was. stuff such as the ixis masterworks/silver's time travel/chaos emerald situation/soleanna's relation to the overlander lore/etc etc. i know the bare minimum oabout 06's plot but if you send me enough death threats i might try to write a proper adaptation of it thats fully archie based

[prodigaldaughteralice]

was hungry, then my mum started talking about how craving popcorn was “the dark side calling to [her] and the beginning of the end”

[simpforannus]

hey guys twitter banned me bc i told bigots to die so im here now

[devotedsweetheart]

heey i have a request, can you do a ff with caleb and mc in highschool? with just like the basketball player caleb and the pretty mc. in ao3 theres no ff abt this 😭

pd: I LOVEEEEE YOUR POSTS!!!

of course my dear anon!!! this was so fun to write, i hope this is what you had in mind :'). if not, just lmk and i'll start on writing another one;))) enjoyyy!

he had a soft spot for you. always.

regardless of how much he teased you, pushed your buttons, or made you look a fool; there would be moments of unbroken eye contact that stayed lingering, hinting at something deeper.

caleb was popular. everyone knew his name. heck, everyone knew him, he was friends with basically the whole school. except you. he does actually know of your existence though, he just refuses to acknowledge it, only when he's picking at you does he truly. you guys have known each other for your whole entire lives. going to the same exact schools together every single year without fail... it was almost like he was following you.

he promises you he dislikes you with a passion. that he couldn't stand being in the same room with you for longer than an hour, that he would do anything to get away from you; and you feel the same. he's absolutely and utterly agitating, being in his mere presence pisses you off. he makes it his life goal to make your existence as a whole miserable, doing things such as purposefully tripping you in the hallways to make his friends laugh, or kicking the back of your chair in the middle of an exam, knowing how distracted it makes you. if you even dared to do so little as turning around and shooting him a glare, he'd just grin and do it harder, more often.

little did you know, he survives off the looks you give him. it's what keeps him going.

and so, when you decide one day that you're going to ignore him for the rest of the week, he goes insane.

literally.

on day one, monday, he didnt think much of it. maybe just assuming you didnt get much sleep, or perhaps you're going through a friendship breakup, something small like that. when you dont react to his little acts of crudeness toward you he still thinks nothing of it. he just assumes you think you'll make him stop if you ignore it.

by day two, tuesday, he's still not too concerned by your silence. he's still just convinced you're ignoring him out of annoyance (...which isn't a lie), and therefore it doesnt bother him too much.

wednesday, he's confused. he has started to attempt to annoy you more than he usually would, taking it upon himself to take your same route to your classes... even if it meant he'd be tardy for his own. he wanted a reaction out of you, almost needed it. he thought about it when he woke up, staying in the back of his mind throughout the day. during the classes you had together, he'd sneak small glances at you to make sure you looked okay.

thursday, though, he'd been thinking about it all day long. it was now stuck in the front of his mind, plaguing it completely. he didnt realize how much he missed having the small banters each day with you, how easy it was to rile you up. how much he craved it. even during his after school practice, his performance was borderline terrible. it wasn't like him at all and his friends began to notice. he's usually awfully good at basketball, one of the best on the team (if not the best) and for him to be slacking this bad?? diabolical. he was making it difficult for not only him but the people surrounding him. when asked what was going on, he'd simply shrug it off and ask to go take a drink of water, trying to shrug off the thought of you as easy he did with his terrible execution of basketball.

on day five, friday, he'd actually gone insane. he couldnt focus at all during class, constantly looking over at you to try and get you to look at him. he'd been throwing himself in your paths the whole entire day, putting in an obnoxious amount of effort just to make eye contact with you; even if it was for a second.

it was so bad to the point that he went up to you at the end of the day before you got onto your bus, asking to talk.

he persisted and persisted, not caring how many times you said no.

he was ecstatic when you finally agreed.

pulling you by your limb to the end of a sidewalk where only few roamed, he let go of your forearm and turned to face you. it was awkward for a few seconds, the two of you never having a real conversation outside of bickers.

he cleared his throat.

"are you... okay?" he asks, eyes flicking to yours to see if you'd give away how you felt at his question before you verbally answered. your eyebrows raised before scrunching up again, a look of confusion written all over your face.

"um.. yes? why would you ask me that?" you answered, oblivious to just how much he cared. he looks away to a spot above your shoulder, embarrassed to stare directly into your piercing gaze.

"i don't know. you've just been, like, nonverbal.. in a way," he says, looking back into your eyes before looking down again. "it's like i pushed you too far. i don't ever mean what i say, i don't ever mean to actually hurt you."

at that, you break out into laughter, and it grabs his attention.

"you 'don't mean to hurt me?'" you point out in between cackles, adding quotation marks around the words. "what kind of joke are you trying to pull? do you understand how annoying it is to have to deal with all your bullshit all the time, caleb?"

he winces at your words, the sly grin you have plastered on your face only making it worse for him. he wishes terribly he had the balls to tell you how he feels, but not only is he scared of the feeling itself, but he's terrified of how you might react.

"i know. i know, and i apologize." he whispers.

"you apologize?"

"i apologize."

you cross your arms over your chest, one eyebrow raised as you lean into your hip. "apologize for what?"

he simply looks at you, too embarrassed to formerly say a sincere apology. instead of saying anything, he flicks his eyes between yours and sighs. "for taking you over here to talk. i just wanted to figure out what was going on and why you weren't talking to me."

you look at him with a dull shock on your features, eyes going a hint wider than they normally sit.

"i, um, didn't know you cared. you make it seem like i annoy you sooo bad so i just stopped interacting with you." you confess, hoping to actually get to him instead of getting made fun of.

his expression is almost unreadable, eyebrows drawn tight and eyes blinking rapidly. his lips are pulled into a straight line and you can tell he's having a difficult time trying to maintain eye contact.

"i.." a beat of silence, tongue flicking out to lick his lips. "i'm sorry. i'm a dick, and i know i am. if i tell you something, will you promise to not make fun of me?" he questions, swallowing thickly.

you blink up at him. "sure, go ahead." you hesitantly say, fixing yourself to stand up a smidge straighter.

he clears his throat for what feels like the thousandth time, taking a gulp of air before saying everything he's feeling in one breath.

"i've realized over this past week that you're something i look forward to when i wake up. someone i think about when i'm writing an essay, playing at a game, or even listening to music. i'm sorry for picking on you so much and i'm sorry for being a complete asshole to you. you've always been someone i've taken interest in and the only way i found that gets your attention the most is being rude to you. i know it's messed up, but i can't help it. i'm sorry."

theres a long pause of unspoken words and tension hanging between the two of you, gazes locked while your mouth hangs open; trying and failing to say something. after a moment, all you can manage is a small "wow." his face is a deep shade of red, showing just how embarrassed he is without having to say it.

"can you please say something else so this isnt so awkward." he murmurs, desperation and discomfort clearly etched into his face.

you only giggle breathily and look him deep in his eyes.

"me too, caleb. i feel the same way."

thats when he holds his breath, leaning in quickly to kiss you- not giving you time to pull away.

[twobruhsinahottub]

Maybe it's my BPD BPD-ing but uh...i hate those "special person" terms for personality disorders. From my knowledge (and i realise i could be wrong - correct me if so) BPD is the ONLY personality disorder that actually is recognised to have "special people" aka FPs. It's in the DSM that we have these (though they are not referred to as FPs exactly) . No other PD has that. Stop trying to claim our thing and make it yours !! "Special person" is just a rip off of BPD favourite people istg. I'm annoyed that these things are being stolen from us in this way. Especially since that masterlist on "special people" says that any PD can have an FP when its a BPD THING !!!!

I feel the same about the "autism creature" and special interests too. Like shut the fuck up about your "OCD creature" and your "ADHD creature" . You don't need to have your own. It's autisms thing. Fuck off. And no, Mr. John ADHD , you don't have a special interest, you have a strong interest or a hyperfixation. Special interests are autism EXCLUSIVE and they aren't FOR YOU !!!!! Autism has hyperfixations but ADHD does NOT have special interests. Also, ADHD doesn't come with SPD ffs. Read the DSM-5. ADHD is NOT on the autism spectrum. You're doing both autism and ADHD a disservice by making ADHD out to be autism lite .

Ok thats all, i'm just fucked off and possessive and gate keepy and whatever. Keep stealing my peoples shit, idc, i'll just ignore you. I needed to rant ig.

[sora-fish]

…..what if I said me and @fruitbowlsngoals somehow got Crisis and Bell in a room together and they are a little gay for eachother…. They are so toxic……. Their ship name is Alarm Sounds. I’m- gonna retreat into the shadows now.

[featdinoir]

not seventeen using chatgpt with na pd……………. ffs

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[sora-fish]

OH MY GOD SCREAMING CRYING SKETCH!!!!!!!’ THIS IS SO GOOD I ABSOLUTELY ADORE RHIS HELLO????? AAAAAA YAYAYAYAYAYAYAYYA HAPLY BAPLY HAPLY HAPPY HAPPY!!!! SKETCH THIS JS SO ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Oh no! Looks like Rabbit lost his foot again and is deep in his instincts :D! Who could’ve done that :D? GIGGLES-

@sora-fish pspspspspspspspsps Rabbit & Bell rp drawing :)!!! Sorry Bell is just a shadow in this one-

[likesplatterpaint]

Welp. Uh.

A few days ago I got an email from a recruiter reaching out to me on behalf of a ritzy private school in our area, looking for a 9-12 art teacher.

I replied with how flattered I was, but they were currently offering 12k less than what I make, and I’m primarily specialized in digital arts now.

She said she’d pass that along. The head of school has reached out to me today to discuss further. Uhhhhh???

Pros:

Change of scenery,

much smaller class sizes,

Beautiful campus

fewer discipline issues (school has a great reputation and two of my rockstar 8th graders left to do high school there)

fewer IEPs to juggle (my 2nd pd class is 20 students with 11 having needs, 3rd pd is similar with two having significant modification needs)

No teaching comp sci

No teaching middle school, which is fine right now but usually is a huge source of my stress

Less chance of school shooting jfc

Cons

Longer commute (34 min vs my current 22)

Loss of union protections

Potential loss of good benefits (our insurance is hella)

No tenure, likely at will

Fine art position, which means back to teaching drawing, painting and sculpture and not my current specialization. I’ve never taught traditional fine art at the high school level and made a fuss about doing so last year alongside my digital stuff because it was 5 preps ffs. (Now I’m teaching 5 preps anyway)

Unknown environment- I would be leaving a tight knit staff where I am known and respected for the most part

Im getting that they have a pretty big emphasis on teachers being involved in extracurriculars, which I have mostly ignored at my school

Being the type of dickwad that leaves mid year (I would potentially see if they would wait til spring semester because Yikes for my kids)

Unknown situation with subs/leave- I currently have 18 sick days and 3 personal

Unknown situation regarding payscale- where I am now, I can expect to at least go up one step every year and get some sort of COLA

Right now cons look like they’re winning but I think I’ll still talk to the head of school, just to see. I spoke to my coworker whose daughter left for there and she said it’s amazing there, would teach there herself but for the fewer protections and benefits.

Life what u doin

[jungkookjeon0007]

Nights in Vegas | CH. 22 (JJK FF)

☆ summary: When Olivia flies to Las Vegas for her first ever BTS concert w/ her best friend, she was expecting to make lots of unforgettable memories... What she wasn't expecting was to end up with the lead singer, Jeon Jungkook, knocking on her hotel room door only to find her in nothing but a towel. What will happen when the golden maknae wants to see her again? Will it lead to heartbreak, or a promising future for them both?

☆ pairing(s): jungkook x olivia.

☆ ratings: (18+) for detailed sex scenes + harsh language.

☆ genre: smut, angst, fluff.

☆ word count: 1.66k.

☆☆☆☆☆☆

[Author's POV]

A few hours after his conversation with Bang PD, Jungkook was left feeling more broken now than ever. All the members were feeling that something wasn't quite right with the youngest and was really starting to worry about him. They were split up into two cars on their way to the stadium with Jungkook, Yoongi, and Namjoon in one car and Jimin, Taehyung, Jhope, and Jin in another following behind.

Jungkook leaned against the window with a very depressed look on his face as he watched the city pass by him. The two older members gave each other a knowing look and decided it was time that they intervene.

"JK. What's going on with you?" Namjoon asked in a worried tone.

"Nothing Hyung. I'm just really tired is all."

Rolling his eyes and scooting forward, Yoongi interjected, "I'm not buying that shit for a second Kook. We have known you for years, don't you think we wouldn't realize right away when you're not acting like yourself?"

Yoongi was much more stern, but still had a caring tone at the same time.

Jungkook finally let out a loud sigh, "It's really not something I want to discuss right now, okay?"

Namjoon shook his head, "No, it's not okay. You have us very worried about you and we're not performing until you tell Yoongi and I what happened to you today."

He sat there silent, fighting back and forth with himself about whether he should tell them or not. But, when Yoongi called out to him, he quickly came to a decision. "Fine, I'll tell you. But, I only want you two to know for now. I don't want to tell the others until I've talked to Liv."

They both gave Jungkook a confused look, but nodded their heads, listening attentively as he explained the entire call he had with Bang PD. By the end of his explanation, the two were baffled and could not believe what they were hearing.

"I don't have any words. I understand where he's coming from, but at the same time making her move all the way to Korea is a bit unfair." Namjoon stated.

"Right? I don't know what to do or how to even feel at this point. Asking her to move her whole life for me seems so selfish and I don't want her to have to make this kind of life changing decision just to be with me."

Yoongi turned toward him, "Kook, listen to me, she is a very down to earth person and always seems to have an open mind. You need to explain every single detail to her or it will blow up in your face. I don't want to give you tough love in a time like this, but this is your only option other than breaking her heart and ending the whole thing before we leave."

Both Jungkook and Namjoon snapped their heads in his direction, "What the hell are you even talking about?" Jungkook asked in a very serious manner.

"I'm talking about breaking this off with her before you leave Jungkook. If you don't want to feel wrong and selfish about this, then end it. But it will hurt you both like a bitch and either way you go about this, you have to be the one to make a decision, not us." 

"Hyung, that doesn't make me feel better at all. Now I feel even more depressed." Jungkook threw his head back, putting his hand over his eyes.

At this point, he just wanted to run away and cry in a corner by himself. This was becoming too much for him to have to deal with.

"Why the hell would you even say that to him Yoon? He has a choice yes, but I think he needs to at least give her the choices as well. You know what you want and you know what you'd choose, share that with her while you're talking. Let her know you'd love to have her with you in Korea so you could see her every day, but also let her know that if this is too much of a large step for her, that she can say no and you will understand and respect her decision regardless. It's going to be difficult, yes. But you both will be involved with the decision and you both can give your inputs to one another and talk it out properly."

Jungkook looked at Yoongi, "I liked what he said better."

Yoongi rolled his eyes, "You only liked it better because it's Namjoon. You don't like hearing me tell you the raw and honest truth, but I cannot help it. I will always give you exactly what I think when you ask me for my opinion. I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, but it's basically the same as what he said, he just said it in a nicer more sugar coated way."

Namjoon rolled his eyes as the car fell silent. Jungkook had a lot to think about within a very short amount of time. He will be talking to her about this tonight after the concert because there's no way he could wait until tomorrow, it would eat him alive.

. . .

They were now backstage getting prepared for set change number 4. The show is half way over and Jungkook has somehow managed to push all the stress from earlier to the back of his mind so he can give ARMY his all. This is their last concert in Las Vegas and he wants it to be full of memories and happiness, not stress and sadness.

"Let's go guys! Only a couple more sets and we are finished for the night! Let's all push through and have a great rest of the concert." Namjoon shouted.

All of the boys shouted and got pumped up while making their way to their positions, ready for another performance.

. . .

[Olivia's POV]

We were in our private room again as we watched the boys concert from backstage. It was their last one and you could tell they wanted it to be their very best.

Before the show, we saw them again and it was amazing but I'm not going to lie, I've been a bit on edge since then. Jungkook said he needed to talk to me when we go to the hotel, but he never said what it was about and I have been stressing over what it could be ever since he told me.

I don't know if I can handle what he will say because I know it has to be the verdict about us being together or not, and that is a very scary thought for me.

They went through the rest of their sets and before long were saying their goodbyes to ARMY. Once they were finished with the concert and ready to head back to the hotel room, Jungkook came to get me. "Hey baby, are you ready to go?"

I half smiled at him, "Yes sir, let's get out of here."

He smiled as he reached his hand out for mine. I grabbed it and we intertwined our fingers, walking to the car that was waiting for us at the back entrance.

There was a silence between us the whole car ride until we reached the hotel.

"Come on baby, let's get inside." He helped me out of the car and we swiftly made our way up to his room.

I started getting more and more nervous because once he unlocked the door and we stepped in, I knew whatever we talked about from this point on would change everything between us. He shut the door as I took my shoes off and made my way to the couch then took his off as well and threw his jacket down onto the bed, slowly making his way to the couch.bHe stood in front of me as he looked down at the floor and my heart was beating like crazy as I wanted to fling myself into his arms and cry. I felt like what he was about to tell me was not going to be the best, and I was just not mentally prepared for this.

"Liv honey. We- we need to talk about somethings."

I nodded my head in agreement as he took a seat next to me on the couch, taking a deep breath. "So, I spoke with Bang PD today and he gave me his stipulations..."

Immediately my heart dropped. I knew it.

"Okay, and what did he have to say?"

He sighed, "I am going to tell you but when I do, I want us to be open with each other and be able to talk about everything before making any hasty decisions, okay?"

"Okay. What'd he have to say Jungkook?"

He looked at the floor and tightly closed his eyes. "He-he said that in order to see if this will work-"

He stopped and looked at me, completely frozen.

"Kookie baby, it's okay. Tell me what he said and we will talk it all out, I promise."

He grabbed both of my hands tightly, "He said that in order for him to see if this will work between us, he prefers that you come back to Korea with me when I go home and stay there for awhile."

I instantly felt nauseous and my eyes got huge. I didn't even know what to think in this moment.

He wants me to move all the way to Korea?!

[serioustrannyfaggotwithatail]

Post FFS surgeon's report

Basically a play-by-play of my FFS (type 3 brow reduction, forehead contour, brow lift, fat graft, rhinoplasty, lip lift, genioplasty, jaw contour, trach shave)

6.5 hours / 500ml blood lost / 3L IV fluids

DESCRIPTION OF PROCEDURE: The patient was seen in the holding area by the anesthesіа staff and the operating room staff. She was taken to the operating room, placed on the operating room table. Timeout was performed. Permit was reviewed. Operative site, procedure and patient were all verified. Preoperative antibiotics were administered. General anesthetic was given. The patient was endotracheally intubated. The bed was turned to 180 degrees. We then clipped the hair along the proposed surgery for the coronal incision line, braided the hair and then prepped and draped the patient for liposuction of the inner thighs. We made a stab incision in each inner thigh, infiltrated 30 mL of tumescent solution and suctioned with a 3 mm cannula to provide approximately 50 mL of fat. 

We then closed each with a 2 layer closure, cleaned the patient appropriately, placed a sterile dressing and then craniofacially draped and prepped the patient, started by infiltrating tumescent solution throughout the submental region of the neck as well as throughout the coronal incision and then made a 3 cm transverse incision in the submental region of the neck, dissected the skin off of the platysma, separated the platysma, separated the strap muscles, reflected the perichondrium and used a rongeur to shape and contour the cartilage. There was good visualization and palpation with care not to disturb the area where the guidewire seemed to be entering the cartilage. 

We then removed the guidewire, washed out the wound, stopped any bleeding with bipolar cautery. We infiltrated 0.5 mL Kenalog, closed the strap muscles using 4-0 Vicryl, the platysma using 4-0 Vicryl, the deep dermis using 5-0 Monocryl and the skin using 6-0 Nurolon. We then started by infiltrating fat approximately 4 in each cheek, 3-4 in each orbital malar junction, 3 in each zygomatic arch, 3 into each temple, 4 into each nasolabial fold, approximately 5 in the upper lip and 3 in the lower lip. 

We then made a coronal incision with a 10 blade knife, elevated subgaleal plane down to the level of the orbits. We fashioned a large pericranial flap and reflected that downward. We then did a superior orbital dissection, reflected the temporalis muscle laterally. We then used a high speed rotating bur to contour the lateral orbital rims, the orbital apertures, the temporal fusion lines in the superior forehead. 

We then used a reciprocating saw to remove the anterior table of the frontal sinus, took it off to the back table, cleaned out the contents of the sinus, and removed any loose mucosa. We then shaped and contoured the sinus more regular in nature and then shaped and contoured a bone graft to precisely fit back in the defect, securing it with 4 stainless steel wires along the perimeter. We then closed the pericranium back to the top to the temporalis muscle using 2-0 Vicryl suture, secured the posterior scalp flap and then cut it down to the bone using 0 PDS suture via unicortical bone tunnels. 

We then marked out the amount of excess forehead skin to excise using flap marking forceps and methylene blue. We removed the skin with a 10 blade. Soft tissue bleeding controlled with bipolar cautery. We placed a drain in each simple wound and closed the wound in two layers. We then turned our attention to the lip lift and we marked a_ incision in the base of the nose and another one 6 mm parallel to below that. We infiltrated with tumescent solution, incised the skin with a 15 blade knife, removed the skin off the top of the orbicularis muscle using 15 blade knife, stopped any bleeding with bipolar cautery and then closed the deep dermis using 5-0 Monocryl and the 5 skin using 6-0 Nurolon. 

We then turned our attention to the chin and the jaw. We made a lower gingival buccal sulcus incision, degloved the entire mandible spanning the middle nerves. We used a high speed rotating burr, shape and contour performed in gonial angle to the chin back to the gonial angle.. We then used a reciprocating saw to remove both gonial angles. We then did a T-osteotomy of the chin removing 5 mm of width and about 6 mm of height. We took out the intervening piece of bone, placed a stitch through the genioglossus muscle, secured it with 0 mm chin advancement plate to the cephalad bone using 5 mm screws. We then brought the chin segments up to the plate, secured that using mm screws. We tied the tongue stitch over the top of the plate and secured the lateral border using a 2-hole plate and 2 times 5-mm screws. 

We then did an inferior border osteectomy in both the right and left hand side to make sure we had a smooth transition between the mandible and the chin. We then washed out the wound with triple antibiotic irrigation, placed vancomycin powder, closed the mentalis and periosteum using 3-0 Vicryl and closed the mucosa using 4-0 chromic. We then clipped the nasal hair, prepped the nose, infiltrated with tumescent solution and packed it with cocaine. We allowed it to sit for 10 minutes, then removed the cocaine packing, made a Chevron incision in the columella, marginal incision elsewhere, degloved the entire nose, separated the lower lateral cartilages in the midline, made two submucoperichondrial tunnels, separated the upper lateral cartilages over the dorsum by 5 mm, lowered the bony portion to match the submucosal resection of the septum leaving an L-strut in place, took that off the back table, outfractured the turbinates, did little osteotomies, medialized the nasal bones of both of the upper lateral cartilages and reapproximated the dorsum using horizontal mattress 5-0 PDS sutures. 

We then did a lower lateral cartilage in cephalic transfashion, two caudal septal extension grafts in the commissure and secured that in place to the caudal septum using 5-0 PDS, brought the domes up to the strut and secured this in place as well. We off the extra strut and checked the projection and the rotation, which were found to be good. We then did a medial crural spanning suture, lateral crural spanning suture, reapproximated the septal leaflets using a resorbable stapling system, then placed the intranasal splints, securing it with a 4-0 Prolene suture. 

We then placed 2 nonanatomical alar rim grafts and pockets along the alar rim and then reapproximated ligament using 5-0 PDS, then closed the external and internal nasal incisions using 6-0 plain gut suture. We then placed Steri-Strips, a plastic cast, metallic sponges, Transpore tape. Two intraoral drains were placed to suction. The patient was awakened and transported to recovery with vital signs stable, afebrile.

[sora-fish]

Bell let go of him and did a quick wave, calling out a “if you ever find out what it is you can come back! I’ll fix you, don’t you worry smoke. He was intrigued at the fact it looked like an apartment hallway.. really it made sense, for as much as this whole situation made sense. He just made a face at the gesture but then Smokescreen was gone. Bell sighed, maybe he should start opening some doors. For now, he turned to Vyncent and dragged him away into the office, waiting for his time to cross paths with Wight.

Stares at you with my autistic eyes :33

May I throw one of my sillies at you full speed like a bowling ball? I don’t mind which sillies I am just on a hyperfixation CRAZE rn

HIIII I SO UNFORTUNATELY DONT KNOW MUCH ABOUT YOUR SILLIES ?! I WOULD LOVE YOU TO THO