#OPERATION

[littleblood]

[laughingsquid]

Noah Wyle of the Medical Dramas 'ER' and 'The Pitt' Answers Questions While Playing 'Operation'

[beefycupcakes]

[rileycruel]

[reality-detective]

FEMA in Michigan 🤔

[c86]

Henshin Cyborg Operation Game

[cloudysarts]

"errrrr, butterfingers!" | "it's operation! the wacky doctors game!"

there are lots of references here, check under the cut for what they are!! ^^

brain - the x-3 crashed in his brain, from the diving bell vs the butter glider!

throat - his "diet pills"!

right shoulder - stitches from when his arm was ripped off in victor, echo, november!

right hand - one of his 'doctails'!

left wrist - his communicator watch!

chest - the 'boom' flag from the grenade incident seen in red means stop!

stomach - a monarch butterfly for obvious reasons <3

also stomach - hank and dean's kidneys from dia de los dangerous!

right hip - the dislocated hip he got in bot seeks bot that was set back in the devils grip!

left thigh - red, green, and blue vials from mid-life chrysalis!

right leg - the bug that crawls out of his shoe in dr quymn, medicine woman!

left ankle - most pointless one for last. i needed one to fill the space and this is where a wrench is in the base game skdfhjksdf

i also have deans giraffe (mr reachy) on the side for emotional support!! this set up (the bedsheets, clothes, stickers on his chest etc) are all supposed to mirror how he looks in assisted suicide, bc that ep (+ the diving bell vs the butter glider) were the main inspirations for this piece!! ^^ OH and the money is 'hank co' brand just bc i thought itd be cute lol

[djkerr]

'ER' & 'The Pitt' Star Noah Wyle Plays Operation (1 of 2)

🎥 @variety YouTube

[pt 2]

[the-random-hamlet]

Not Mine. Thought to Share.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 5 - Operation

Wolfstar, February 5, word count 849

Previous part First part

One year previously

Sirius had decided that he didn’t want to just leave the family again. This time, he was going to take it down completely. But to do that, he needed time and to play the perfect little heir. So, he shut himself away from anyone he had even an ounce of attraction for. He couldn’t risk blowing everything because he needed a shag. Barty helped. He continued to hurl insults at Sirius to keep him from temptation. On the plus side, his good behaviour apparently had rewards. His parents had deemed it suitable for him to be in charge of the day-to-day running of the Black Star hotel chain, but only the ones in and around London. They didn’t want him straying too far. It came with the use of the secret penthouses above the ones they sold to customers. He utilised them as best he could, barely spending more than a night a week in his actual home. 

On an exploration of one of the City hotels, he discovered that there was a secret passage that led from the top floor all the way into the basement and up into the alley behind the hotel. He found he could slip out undetected. It was freeing to know he could have this one little bit of freedom where he wasn’t under the watchful eye of his mother's little minions. 

He’d found it strange that while the washers and dryer were always on, there didn’t seem to be anyone in the laundry room whenever he passed through it, but according to the staff list, there was someone in there every day. Different ones on the weekend. But the main one, a Remus Lupin, was supposed to be in there all week, but Sirius had never laid eyes on him. He’d shrugged in the end, the work was getting done, and if this guy wanted to slack off, who was he to judge?

It was the secret passage through which he and Barty met up in person to plot his family’s downfall. 

“No, Barty, we can’t leave anything for them to pick up. They could transfer everything to Bella or Cissa’s husband.” Sirius shook his head as he explained why Barty’s pan wouldn’t work. 

“Oooo, tall blonde and haughty, yes, please,” Barty purred. Sirius threw a throw pillow at him.  

“And here I thought you had an ounce of taste,” He gagged, thinking about Lucius Malfoy and his oily self-importance. “I have no idea why Cissa picked him when she could have picked anyone she wanted. Princess of the family and everything.” Sirius had always got along with Narcissa. They shared a love of over-the-top dramatics and a sense of humour. He’d watched as Lucius had quickly staunched that and had her acting like all the other stuck-up young ladies that he was forced to interact with. At least she still wasn’t so bad a Bellatrix. 

“Yeah, yeah, alright, calm down,” Barty laughed. “Let’s get back to Operation Black Hole,”

“Barty, we are not calling it that,” Sirius complained for the tenth time. 

“But it works so well,” Barty whined, but stopped when Sirius raised a brow at him warningly. Barty’s joy left him, and he slumped down in his chair. 

“You look so much like Reg when you do that,” He said quietly. Sirius put down his pen and hugged Barty. 

“Sorry,” he said softly into his ear, Barty’s soft hair tickling his face. Barty had moments like this. Sirius knew he tried to keep everything hidden under a bratty, jokey veneer, but Sirius knew a mask when he saw one and could see the pain hidden inside Barty.  

“What about you,” Barty said, breaking the sad silence in the room.

“Hmm?” Sirius hummed, unsure what Barty meant. 

“If we take everything down, what about you? What will you do for money?” He asked. Sirius shrugged. 

“No idea, but it’ll be fun figuring it out. I still own my flat, so I’ll have that to fall back on, and my personal savings can’t be touched, so I can survive on that for a while,” Barty nodded gently. 

“Good, I wouldn’t want you to have nothing at the end, not after everything you’re having to do to keep them happy,” Sirius hugged him harder. Barty was becoming so important to him. Not romantically, more like a more annoying brother than Regulus had ever been and one that he would quite happily throw in the Thames if it would shut him up for five seconds. “Come on then,” Barty chirped, his mask back in place. “Let’s iron out Operation Black Hole and get this show on the road.”

“For the last time, Barty, we are not calling it Operation Black Hole,” Sirius growled before jumping on Barty and knocking him to the floor as they wrestled. He wondered what the people below would think. Probably that the hotel had giant rats in its attic. Oh well, he thought as he pinned Barty’s arms behind his back and started laughing as Barty tried to squirm free. “I win this one, Crouch.” 

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[ahsilop]

With blanket

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[texasthrillbilly]

LITTLE DOGGO NEEDS HELP!!!!

Kaiju artist @jacrispyvic has a dog that needs an operation and is looking for donations to help pay for it.

As a dog owner myself, I know how expensive vets can be, so if any of you fine followers of mine can spare just a few bucks for this, I'd appreciate it. If not, please at least share this and spread it around.

Here's the gofundme:

[grainelevator]

Schad, Christian. Operation. 1929. Oil on Canvas. 125.4 x 95.5 cm. Städtische Galerie im Lenbachhaus und Kunstbau München.

[floridaboiler]

source - https://twitter.com/poppypride1

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Operation Buster-Jangle - Dog test — with troops participating in exercise Desert Rock I. It was the first U.S. nuclear field exercise conducted on land; troops shown are a mere 6 miles from the blast.

Nevada Test Site, 1 November 1951.