#Top Private Medical College in UP

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Why is GSMC&H the Best Private Medical College in Uttar Pradesh?

In the competitive realm of medical education, discovering the finest private medical college can be a daunting endeavor. Aspiring medical professionals look for institutions that provide top-quality education along with a supportive environment for personal and professional development. Top Medical College in Ghaziabad, GSMC&H shines as a symbol of excellence in medical education in Uttar Pradesh. This article explores the key reasons why GSMC&H is the top private medical college in Uttar Pradesh, serving as a beacon of knowledge and success for students across the region.

The Location Advantage

Private Medical College in Ghaziabad, GSMC&H is strategically located in Pilkhuwa, Uttar Pradesh, offering several advantages to its students. The college's proximity to major cities like Noida provides access to a diverse patient population and exposure to a wide range of medical cases. This advantageous location fosters a holistic learning experience that goes beyond textbooks and prepares students for real-world medical challenges.

Comprehensive Course Offerings

At GSMC&H, students are offered a wide array of medical courses to choose from, catering to various specialties. Whether it's medicine, surgery, pediatrics, gynecology, or any other discipline, the college provides comprehensive and specialized courses, allowing students to pursue their passion and interests.

Quality Education for Aspiring Medical Professionals

Top Medical College in Noida, GSMC&H takes immense pride in its commitment to delivering quality education to its students. The college boasts a distinguished faculty comprising experienced and accomplished medical professionals. These dedicated professors not only impart knowledge but also mentor and guide students throughout their academic journey.

The state-of-the-art infrastructure and modern teaching methodologies at GSMC&H ensure that students receive the best possible education. The college continuously updates its curriculum to align with the latest advancements in medical science, preparing its students to excel in their careers.

Student Support Services

The well-being of its students is a top priority for GSMC&H. The college offers comprehensive student support services, including counseling, healthcare facilities, and academic guidance. A conducive and caring environment ensures that students can focus on their studies and personal growth without unnecessary stress.

Exceptional Campus Facilities and Laboratories

An essential aspect of any educational institution is its campus facilities and laboratories. GSMC&H leaves no stone unturned in providing a conducive learning environment for its students. The college campus offers advanced laboratories, where students can obtain practical experience and sharpen their skills under the guidance of expert faculty members.

The well-maintained library houses a great collection of medical books, research papers, and journals, facilitating comprehensive learning. Additionally, the college provides comfortable hostel accommodations for outstation students, ensuring a safe and homely stay away from home.

Clinical Training and Hands-On Experience

A distinguishing feature of GSMC&H is its emphasis on practical learning and clinical training. The college has tie-ups with renowned hospitals and medical centers, providing students with hands-on experience in real-life medical scenarios. This exposure enables students to develop the necessary clinical skills, confidence, and empathy required to become competent medical professionals.

Robust Research and Innovation

In the medical field, staying abreast of the latest research and technological advancements is crucial. GSMC&H encourages and supports research and innovation among its faculty and students. The college actively participates in research collaborations and projects, contributing to the advancement of medical science.

Top-Notch Medical Facilities at GSMC&H Hospital

GSMC&H Hospital stands tall as a beacon of hope for patients seeking quality healthcare services. The hospital is equipped with cutting-edge medical equipment and staffed with skilled medical professionals, providing comprehensive medical care to the community.

The students of GSMC&H get a unique opportunity to observe and learn from the experienced medical practitioners at the hospital. This exposure further enriches their learning experience and instills a sense of compassion and responsibility toward patient care.

Focus on Holistic Development

GSMC&H believes in nurturing well-rounded individuals, not just excellent medical professionals. The college promotes extracurricular activities and sports, encouraging students to pursue their passions beyond academics. This emphasis on holistic development helps in creating socially responsible and empathetic medical practitioners.

Strong Alumni Network and Placements

The success of an educational institution is often measured by the achievements of its alumni. GSMC&H takes immense pride in its strong and influential alumni network, with graduates excelling in various medical specialties across the world.

The college also provides robust placement assistance to its students, ensuring they have access to a wide range of career opportunities upon graduation. Many reputed hospitals and healthcare organizations actively seek out graduates from GSMC&H due to their proven competence and skills.

Recognition and Accreditation

GSMC&H's commitment to excellence has earned it recognition and accreditation from prestigious regulatory bodies and organizations. The college's unwavering dedication to maintaining the highest standards in education and patient care has established it as a trustworthy and dependable institution.

Inclusive and Diverse Environment

GSMC&H fosters an inclusive and diverse environment, welcoming students from various backgrounds and cultures. The college celebrates diversity and believes that a mix of perspectives enriches the learning experience.

Conclusion

In conclusion, GSMC&H stands as the pinnacle of excellence in medical education in Uttar Pradesh. Its unwavering commitment to providing quality education, state-of-the-art facilities, and a nurturing environment sets it apart as the best private medical college in the Delhi NCR. Students who join GSMC&H embark on a transformative journey that equips them with the skills, knowledge, and values needed to become exceptional medical professionals. As the institution continues to advance in research, innovation, and patient care, it solidifies its status as a leading force in medical education. If you aspire to join a world-class medical college that empowers you to achieve your fullest potential, GSMC&H is the pathway to a bright and promising future.

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[dannyphantom-zero]

Doctor Danny Prompt

Danny Fenton is largely regarded as an ignorant slacker as a result of his schoolwork and study time consistently being interrupted by ghost attacks. Thankfully after Danny is crowned high king of the ghost zone he is able to reign the ghosts in and makes them all swear an oath not to cause trouble, they are still allowed to visit the human world of coarse, some even mask themselves as human and lead ordinary loves even while being dead.

With more time on his hands and little to no ghosts attacks Danny misses the rush he used to get. Then one day a man collapsed in front of him, Danny is able to save the man using CPR and he discovers his new affinity. Medical practice.

Danny goes to college and gets into a hospital as a resident after interning, not long after though the Amity Park hospital closes due to lack of funding and he is forced to find another hospital.

He got a good recommendation from his previous hospital to work at a hospital in Gotham, definitely far from home, but he doesn't let that stop him.

Soon after working there he finds the influx of patients to care for refreshing, he becomes widely known as a genius miracle doctor.

One day he's taking a leisurely walk when he found an injured vigilante, the Red Hood, hes not conscious and therefore unable to give consent for treatment. Danny cares for Red Hoods injuries privately away from a hospital so as to keep the vigilantes identity a secret.

Red Hood is cautious and rude at first, but slowly he learns to open up to the doctor and even get continuously treated by Danny.

Danny is just finishing a shift when he hears about Superman being shot with a kryptonite bullet. Despite using his powers occasionally to treat patients, he's been able to keep his ghost gene a secret.

However that's about to change. He arrives on the seen and pushes his way through the police using a bit of his powers discreetly to get through.

The heroes aren't sure what to do.

"My name's Daniel Fenton, I am an attending physician at Gotham General Hospital, I specialize in supernatural anatomy, Cardiology and Endocrinology"

"All due respect doctor, his skin is impenetrable, you won't be able to operate on him"

Danny kept a cool face.

"That would be true for a normal human, I can't explain right now, every moment we wait is time we could be using to save the patient"

Danny used his ghost powers to see inside Superman body.

Several heroes gasped as they witnessed the doctors eyes turn a glowing green and then his arm became transparent. Danny stick his hand on Superman chest and pulled out the bullet.

As soon as the bullet was out Superman's skin began healing and restoring itself.

Danny let out a breath of relief before letting the superheroes escort him to the hall of justice where they sat with him.

"I would like to begin with we all can't thank you enough Dr" Batman said.

"wow, Mr tall dark and broody is being nice" flash whispered.

"Yes but I'm sure you still have questions for me."

Several heads nodded.

"are you of an alien race?"

Danny chuckled.

"No, nothing like that. My parents were scientists who were obsessed with the study of the paranormal, specifically ghosts. When I was young, around the age of fourteen I would say, my friends convinced me to go inside the newly constructed portal shell that my parents had tested earlier that day."

He paused waiting for them to take in his words before continuing.

"It had failed to operate then so I went in thinking it was safe. I was wrong. My parents had unknowingly instilled the charge to start the portal on the inside of the shell. I didn't know it was even there until I tripped on some tangled exposed wire and my hand pressed it"

"did it hurt?" Flash asked. He got a few dirty looks for that question but Danny just gave him a friendly smile.

"in a word, yes. It was excruciating. I was electrocuted for a half a minute. On top of that I had accidentally started the charge to the portal shell while being inside. This caused an outside substance called ectoplasm to enter my DNA sequence permanently changing it"

"ectoplasm" Batman muttered.

"in simpler terms, I'm half ghost."

"That's not possible! You would have to be half dead to be-" Flashs words were silenced with a swift smack to the back of the head by wonder women.

"Yes, I am technically half dead. I had to battle these ghost entities for a while to make sure they didn't wreck havoc in the small town o grew up in."

"Forgive me, but of that's true why aren't you there now"

Danny chuckled as he rubbed the back of his neck a little nervous of their soon to be reactions.

"After I was forced to defeat the current ghost king and put him back onto the sarcophagus of forever sleep, the title became mine. I gained respect and control over the ghosts who were causing trouble amd was able to make them stop"

"Your a king" Batman stated.

"i don't refer to myself as such, on truth many ghosts helped imprison the old king, I received the title on a technicality."

He looked down at his hands.

"after the peace had settled in I had begun to feel as though a part of me was missing so I took up the career I have currently."

He smiled at them sweetly as he explained.

"My battle instincts help me when I'm in a crisis situation with a critical patient. With my powers I can calm them and safely restrain them if need be. As you saw today I can also better treat meta humans and alien races with these abilities as well"

"you went from being a hero to being a doctor, that's commendable"

Danny shook his head.

"Not really. I'm doing a selfless thing for selfish reasons"

The league smiled upon him. From then on he was world renowned for his worldly expertise and protected.

Should I make this into a whole fanfiction or not? Because I want to go into more detail but I want to know what you all think first.

[cranberryjuice-posts]

Abby Anderson modern day head-cannons

Parings - Abby Anderson if the apocalypse never happened

Tw- some nsfw at the end

An- this is both In general headcannons and relationships

Abbys father is a neurosurgeon so mans is loaded bro 😭- abby def went to one of those hella expensive private schools.

She’s kinda old and new money

So Abby can go three ways ok

The typical basic blonde IT girl

Straight girl on the weight lifting team

Muscular masculine lesbian

I think we all know which one makes the most sense.

Abby wouldn’t come out to her father about being a lesbian until like high school

I’m pretty sure her mom died in the beginning of the apocalypse but it could be safe to assume that she’s also a doctor in modern day

Abby would of gone to a really good university and become a neurosurgeon like her father

While in medical school she met Nora and Mel - they knew Owen and manny and that’s how the group all met

She would of definitely done sports - so sports Abby did would be

Weightlifting

Basketball

Ice hockey

She’ll go online and see the thirst edits and comments about her and laugh because she’s not only flattered but she’ll find multiple women who are her type and like their comments.

HEAVVVYYY against college parties like girly is a student athlete and on a scholarship for her medical degree — she’s always studying and doesn’t want to do anything to ruin her scholarship

After she gets her degree she works in a well known and high paying hospital

Got a German Shepard and named her Alice

Graduated top of her class

A big football fan and if her school has a football team she would go to every home game.

You and Abby most likely met in college.

you two met after both taking a same extracurricular.

she had to actually prep talk herself into actually going up to you and talking to you

once she actually asked you out she was freaking out over wether or not you actually liked her (she had Nora help her pick out an outfit)

after a few dates she awkwardly asked if she could be your girlfriend. You said yes of-course

At first you thought the relationship would be hard since Abby’s always busy but much to your surprise she always made time for you

After like a week together she took you to meet her parents, you were anxious as her parents were well known medical professionals but they welcomed you with open arms

Once she introduced you to the friend group you knew you were stuck with her.

Is overly protective of you- a guy hits on you she’s passive aggressively getting into his face. Some girls are starting drama with you - she’ll tell them to fuck off . A teacher is refusing to take your paper late - Abby will go have a one on one possibly bribe the teacher to take your paper.

If you did well on exams she’ll take you out to a nice resturant however if you did poor she’ll reassure you take you to a comfort food restaurant and help you study next time.

Outside Abby’s the sweetest most gentle person you’ve ever seen however in the bedroom it’s completely different

Abby is the type of woman to take her time devouring you. She would spend hours between your thighs with her tongue on your clit and her thick fingers pumping in and out of you painfully slow

She can either be soft and loving whispering sweet nothings into your ear taking her time with you compaired to when she lost an important game or is stressed out about exams she’ll fuck you like no tomorrow, denying you your orgasm and degrading you, with her thick strap deep into you

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exchange of roses, teaser (jujutsu academy)

host club! jjk x fem!reader x ohshc

gojo satoru is the head of jujutsu academy's elite high school host club with his friends: geto suguru, nanami kento, itadori sukuna, shoko ieiri, haibara yu, and of course, their princess manager. what happens when they go up against another elite host club on an exchange event with different schools? let's find out!

a/n: haven't planned out if it's a series or collection of one shots, might do both; an au within an au would be fun. let me know if you have any ideas

international jujutsu technology and science academy is one of the world's largest elite private schools, having many campuses around the world. their founding campus is in tokyo, japan. their primary educational directions focuses on the development of technology and sciences. they cater from pre-k to high school (+ college prep). one of the most popular clubs is the high school's host club, where they get to entertain students with too much time on their hands

gojo satoru.

the founder of the said club is gojo satoru, head of the gojo clan who oversees gojo co, one of the oldest construction companies in the world. they focus on architecture specifically traditional japanese architecture. due to the modernizing of the world, they focused on implementing modern taste to the architecture to also maintain competitive in the industry. one of their main projects is upkeeping of the tokyo campus.

geto suguru.

the spokesman/vice president, geto suguru. he is part of the brains of the host club along with kento. the heir of the geto corporations that started their organization due to biochemistry long ago. earlier generations of his family had a massive breakthrough with their research which allowed them to catapult to the top. suguru is currently leading and overseeing the company's subgroup, uzumaki, which is helping the advancement of merging bioengineering within the company.

nanami kento.

the actual brains of the host club, nanami kento. he runs the numbers and makes sure that everything is running well with their princess manager. kento's family mainly function in the banking industry within the financial services but dabble in the investment industry. he still questions as to why he spends his free time (and exerting a lot of effort) with the host club.

itadori sukuna.

just a member/bodyguard of the host club (because he's a giant so he's intimidating), itadori sukuna. the last entering member (satoru was really just curious about sukuna and invited him with the group, ended up being wowed by his host skills). his family is a line of top chefs, selling cookware and cookbooks, and also runs the culinary department of jujutsu academy. (pretty popular probably because his little brother, yuuji, shows up every so often).

shoko ieiri.

here for the shits and giggles, shoko ieiri. her family consists of doctors and engineers which would lead into medical technology. she decided to go down the doctor route but will eventually need to replace her mother's position soon as she (her mother) would be retiring. ieiri joined the host club, just to accompany satoru and suguru, but has not minded the club activities since joining.

haibara yu.

here for the shits and giggles pt. 2, haibara yu (actually, kento asked him to take part of the host club with him). his family is one of the oldest toy manufacturers in japan, as well as branching out to confectioneryand theme parks (which have been successful endeavors). he also supplies all of the treats and tea imports for the host clubs, cutting down the expenses severely due to a large discount (but they do get new recipes sampled for free, just have to pay if they choose to keep it in their lineup)

(y/n) (l/n).

the dear princess manager of the host club. she works behind the scenes with the help of mostly kento but as well as suguru. her family is just old money rich, starting as medics way back during history. due to housing multiple patients and lost people, the business went from medical to hospitality. they moved around, dropping seeds down as they go. it eventually bloomed heavily, leaving a fortune. there's no rightful heir as her and her siblings must work together to figure it out (however, she seems to be the commander of it all)

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BOOK 6 TWST THINGS I GLOSSED OVER

THINGS I WANT TO SHARE (note) i'm only finding out about this now while i'm reading the masterlist here, since the wiki hasn't updated yet and i skipped book 6 in the eng game, because i used a translator to read book 6 in the jap before it came out in eng. some information are already well-known and some are things i already knew, but i decided to take note about anything i thought was noteworthy!

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Chapter 66, Tower 2, Part 5 — Riddle became a dorm leader on his first year.

Chapter 66, Tower 3, Part 8 — Riddle said that he confiscated exam study guides, made by Azul, in Heartslabyul. — He thinks that Azul couldn't compete with him in terms of academics because Azul has too much on his plate, while he devotes himself in his studies.

Chapter 67, Tower 2, Part 17 — According to Leona, Riddle can cast a spell so fast and that he could lead a group and fight on the front lines with his fire power, but sees it as a double-edge sword because of his stamina and his temper but he has a confidence to be a leader.

Chapter 67, Tower 3, Part 19: PTM-456 — Riddle misses Grim

Chapter 67, Tower 3, Part 20 — He started taking special lessons when he was 3 — When his mother was pregnant, she was already preparing all necessary materials to ensure Riddle will grow up to be an exceptional mage. — Riddle is not sure whether he is a prodigy or if he earned his talents because of how he grew up. — He studied in a private school when he was young and wasn't able to skip grades despite his intelligence because it wasn't a 'norm' and his school didn't allow it. — He also said that he saw no point for him to skip grades either because he needs to be 24 years old to be a medical mage. — He originally was supposed to be a medical mage once he graduates, but he MAY be having second thoughts because he developed an interest in law after becoming a housewarden.

Chapter 67, Tower 3, Part 22 — Riddle's cape can cover two people and block a bit of light.

Chapter 69 — Riddle hasn't taken his magical device licensure exam.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

Chapter 66, Tower 2, Part 13 — Leona's Unique Magic: King's Roar, can turn ice to dust.

Chapter 67, Tower 2, Part 25 — Leona has a refined palate, he doesn't like dry, stale rations. — He drinks sports drink.

RUGGIE BUCCHI

Chapter 67, Tower 2, Part 21 — Leona says that he doesn't think Ruggie's magic is as good, but he's aware of what he is lacking and doesn't hesitate to use Leona to make up for it; Ruggie doesn't see it as anything shameful.

JACK HOWL

Chapter 67, Tower 2, Part 21 — Leona views Jack as someone pretentious, and says that Jack doesn't have what it takes to lead yet so Jack comes to Leona when things gets too out of hand. — Leona finds Jack's honesty adorable.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Chapter 66, Tower 2, Part 5 — Azul became a dorm leader at his second year.

Chapter 66, Tower 3, Part 8 — Azul considers Riddle as an academic rival. — His overall ranking often goes from top 2 to top 10 — Even after book 3, he still has his backroom 'consultations'. — Riddle said that Jade mentioned Azul goes off campus on day offs under the pretense of market research.

Chapter 67, Tower 2, Part 17 — According to Leona, Azul is a quick thinker and knows how to put himself in an advantageous position. Leona assumes Azul struggled living in land, but Leona says that Azul sees it as a strength.

Chapter 67, Tower 3, Part 17 — He (possibly with Floyd and Jade as well) were trained in Sunshine Lands (a place where a prince of Sunshine Land married a princess from the Coral Sea and was founded by the mermaid princess) and said that he couldn't find a 'catch' in the organization and he put in an application there as soon as he was accepted in Night Raven College.

Chapter 67, Tower 3, Part 20 — Azul started learning the basics of magic when he was 8, and he was taught by his mother and grandmother who were both mages. — His family was not entirely pressuring him in studies thus him being lax about it until he was in middle school.

Chapter 67, Tower 3, Part 22 — He was raised in the deep sea so his eyes could adjust to the darkness.

Chapter 67, Tower 3, Part 25 — Azul doesn't feel upset when fighting against Ortho and Idia's dreams because he knows well enough that someone has to make a sacrifice to make it come true — One of his dreams is to be a valedictorian, opening a second Mostro Lounge branch, starting a delivery business, selling tableware, running a hotel, and getting into the leisure industry.

Chapter 69 — Azul has never driven a magical wheel.

FLOYD LEECH

Chapter 67, Tower 3, Part 17 — Azul said that Floyd often forgets to take his doses to keep his human form (transfiguration potion), and says that it's normal for him to hear Floyd saying "Hey, my ears are fins again!", or "My fingers grew some webbin'!"

JAMIL VIPER

Chapter 67, Tower 2, Part 25 — Leona calls Jamil: Snake. — Jamil admits to Leona that he always judged people around him as stupid, incompetent, lazy, or good-for nothing, but says that that was just what he wants to believe. He admits he has more to grow.

VIL SCHOENHEIT (FT. ROOK)

Chapter 66, Tower 1, Part 4 — He can separate his feelings and duties as a dorm leader and his personal thoughts and emotions.

Chapter 67, Tower 1, Part 16 — When Vil first got in Night Ravel College, he started turning down long-term acting offers to focus on studies, but had to act in some plays and movies because they got sequels.

Chapter 67, Tower 1, Part 17 — Vil first met Rook on the school gardens. — Vil never gave Rook the time of his day but Rook kept reaching out to him and pointing out things Vil internally chides himself for. — He didn't catch up to what Rook talked about for five hours about his own play.

Chapter 67, Tower 1, Part 19: PTM-854 — He is curious what he would look like if he took a form of a phantom because he thinks phantoms are the manifestations of their greatest desire. — He remembers what his phantom looked like. — He admits to unconsciously thinking about beauty about being youthful and may have feared aging.

Chapter 67, Tower 1, Part 25 — Vil acknowledges that the Shroud brothers wanted 'normalcy' but was willing to destroy their dreams for his own.

ROOK HUNT

Chapter 67, Tower 1, Part 20 — Rook found the Mirror's sorting agreeable thus stayed in Savanaclaw, but thought he would learn more about 'beauty' in Pomefiore faster so he transferred. — He talked to Vil about his decision in transferring from Savanaclaw to Pomefiore, but Vil couldn't talk him out of it. — According to Vil, Rook stuck out like a sore thumb when he entered Pomefiore because his hair was long, thick, unkempt, and he also had freckles in his cheeks and nose. — He never bothered using sunscreen or skin care so his cheeks and nose were always bright red. — He would go all-over the place in sweatpants with frayed hems or jeans with torn knees, but would fix his attire a little when going to an operas and concerts with dress codes. — Vil once picked out an outfit for him because Vil believed that a beautiful stage deserves beautiful audiences.

EPEL FELMIER

Chapter 67, Tower 1, Part 19: PTM-859 — Rook said that Leona praised Epel's broom/flyting skills in the club.

GRIM

Chapter 66, Tower 3, Part 9 — Grim is 70cm. — Epel said that Ace and Deuce told him that Grim hates his nails being trimmed.

Chapter 67, Tower 1, Part 19: PTM-735 — He has long nails. — He often scratches on Heartslabyul's couches.

[fleur-bbyy]

mornication /// katsuki bakugo

rating: 18+

wc: 3.5k

warnings: sex (minors DNI), pet names, unprotected sex w/ no mentions of birth control (please be smart), mentions of drunken sex (please be smart here too), phone call during sex, afab! reader (i try to not be descriptive about skin colors so all can read, but if I slip up please let me know so I can correct it), bakugo with an eyebrow piercing, hockey!au, college!au, quirkless!au, pre-established situationship, slight breeding kink, characters aged up to 21+.

just wanted to thank everyone who liked and reblogged my work in the past week! when I decided to finally post some of my writing here, i was a bit NERVY, but seeing how many people actually like and appreciate it has me giggling and kicking me feet. so thank you from the bottom of my lil heart :’)

“i cant believe we did this again.”

the room was spinning when you opened your eyes after hearing the low grumbling the male voice beside you. the rays of sunshine streaming through the blinds made it almost impossible for you to open your eyes all the way, leaving you to squint as your eyes wandered around the room. all you could pick up was that you were in some hotel before you registered your pounding head and groaned into the pillow, throwing your face down in it to try and block out the world from your eyes. some details of last night came back to you, just a few, though.

all you could remember was that katsuki and the guys won their hockey game against the school’s top rivals and that caused the after party at the club near the hotel you were staying at to be crazier than usual. you also remembered agreeing to share a hotel room with a certain sexy blonde to cut down the cost. you told yourself that you guys could keep it in your pants for one night of drinking.

clearly you were very wrong.

you were almost asleep again when the bed shifted, scaring you awake from any sleep you were about to get. you turned your head out of the pillow and looked up to see the back of the man you had shared yourself with last night.

the man you had shared yourself with for multiple nights.

he was still naked. colorful kt tape adorned his back, making little ‘v’ shapes in between his shoulder blades and lower back. after the rough game he played last night followed by an intense after party, you knew he had to be sore. you watching the way his powerhouse muscles rolled and rippled as he bent down to pull on his boxers and sweatpants over his taut ass.

your mind took over and you couldn’t resist reaching out smacking his butt while it was still naked. he jumped a bit, clearly not expecting the sudden contact. he smirked down at you as he looked over his shoulder.

“‘bout fuckin’ time you woke up.” he said as he continued dressing himself. sadly covering up his ass you were simply fascinated with and covering his upper half with a tight, wife-beater black tank.

“wish i wasn’t awake. my head is pounding.”

“mine was too. left pain meds and water on your nightstand for when you woke up.” you smiled at the thought of such a sweet gesture coming from a brash man like him. you flipped over again to face the side your nightstand was on, eyeing the horse-pill sized medication and now-melted ice water. you didn’t realize you were still naked until the blanket slid from your body as you sat up. nipples hardening as soon as they hit the cold air all hotels insist on keeping circulated throughout their rooms. you quickly took the gigantic pills and drank half of the water before flopping back onto the bed, boobs bouncing from the action. it didn’t go unnoticed by katsuki.

“nice tits.” he plainly stated, as if he were complimenting something mundane like a shirt or shoes and not a private area of your body.

“thanks, nice dick.” staring at the imprint his cock left in his sweats was like something out of a porno. even soft, the man still managed to look hung. you never thought the saying ‘third leg’ was a real thing until you met katsuki. he gave a light laugh at your reciprocated banter.

“care to tell me why you were up so early after a rough game, mister?”

“can’t let myself get behind, athlete’s gotta train, sweetheart.” your face and neck began to heat at the little pet name.

“maybe if you gave yourself a break, you wouldn’t have to doll yourself up in the pretty-colored tape.” he laughed at you again and sat down next to you, removing the part of the blanket that still covered your lower half and lightly stroking your bed head.

“then i wouldn’t have a good excuse to get you to touch me while you patch me up.” he still had that darkened look of lust in his ruby red eyes and you assumed he either didn’t have enough of you last night or you were both too intoxicated to remember. it’s not like you guys went out of your way to fuck when you were drunk, it just happened to play out that way. you couldn’t help that you both turned into to horny-fucking-bastards when you drank.

he removed one of his hands from your hair and trailed it down to one of your breasts. kneading the fat and pinching at your already hard nipple. you felt arousal start to build up in your core as you softly moaned under his touch.

“y’know,” you said in between whines, “we’ve never had sex sober.” you both gave it some thought as he continued to absent-mindedly play with your chest. you were right. every time the two of you ended up stumbling into bed together, you were always either both tipsy or completely sloshed, making it hard to remember fine details of the night’s event the morning after. all you know is that you were usually left with sore legs from whatever crazy positions your tainted heads came up with. bakugo furrowed his eyebrows as he thought about it too, the metal of his brow piercing reflecting the light. his face softened again as he looked you deep in the eyes.

“we’re sober now, aren’t we?” his pretty, infectious smile sending more jolts of pleasure down to your now-aching clit after so much teasing with you nipples. you gave him a devilish smirk as you grabbed the soft skin of his cheeks and pulled his lips down to meet yours. soon after, his tongue snakes out of his mouth and into yours. saliva mixing and rolling out of your mouth and onto your chin as the two of you shoved your faces together as close as they would go. you bit his lower lip and pulled it away from his mouth to get closer to yours, satisfied to hear that lovely groan come from his pretty lips.

you whined into his mouth when he moved his hand from your chest, your disappointment not lasting long as he moved his hand to where you really needed it. rubbing lazy little circles on your clit that lit your entire body alight. you were dripping so much that tiny droplets flew every time he completed a circle around. you were panting like a bitch in heat under his touch, already getting so desperate for release.

his pace quickened and he was able to slide a curious finger into you when he moved his body to lay atop yours. his thumb doing most of the work on your clit whilst his middle finger repeatedly hit your sensitive g-spot, making you see stars. no, the entire universe, because of his touch.

“you gonna cum f’me baby? i know you got it in ya. don’t worry about messin’ up the sheets, we’re leaving today anyways.” you felt yourself beginning to come undone from his magically skilled fingers and still-raspy morning voice. the tight, but sloppy circles on your clit sent a wave of pleasure straight to your hole every time he completed a rotation, causing your pussy to clench down onto his fast, skilled finger as that fire burning in your stomach only grew.

“kats… baby i can’t hold on for much longer.” you mewled at him, breathlessly. he kept up his pace. never moving slower or faster. determined to have you come undone at least once before he fucks you again.

“then cum f’me, sweet girl. I wanna feel you drip down my fuckin’ fingers.” his words set the fire in your stomach ablaze to unspeakable heights. you finally let go around his hand, your orgasm blinding and earth shattering. thighs shaking so violently that katsuki had to use his free hands to try and soothe them to a relaxing point.

“atta girl. you did so damn good baby.” he praised as he attempted to give you a moment to catch your breath.

“fuck me. wan’ you s’bad.” your words slurred together as you were trying to come down from the ecstasy his fingers just brought upon you. he laughed in your ear, lightly slapping your thigh as he lifted himself off from being over you and flipped you onto your stomach and into the jockey position. you felt him shuffling behind you as he pulled his cock out from the confines of his clothes and lined himself up with your inviting entrance.

“i’m gonna take care of you. don’t move a fuckin’ muscle.” and with that he pushed all the way into you, a shared moan leaving your lips and his. your eyes were heavy from your previous orgasm and from the fact you were already sleepy to begin with. the vicious pace katsuki had already set with his hips kept you from even thinking of falling back asleep. his pelvis became flush with your ass and his heavy balls kissed your abused clit with every thrust in. your warm walls sucked him in so good, as if you guys were two puzzle pieces that were always meant to be put together. your liquid arousal dripped out of you and onto him, making him loudly groan at the sight. your cute little moans made him want to bust in you already.

the pair of you were quickly pulled from your euphoric state when katsuki’s phone began buzzing so violently it almost vibrated itself off his nightstand. you both tried to ignore it, but the unrelenting buzz buzz buzz sound began to ruin your pleasant morning.

with an annoyed growl, bakugo reached over to grab his phone, his pace inside you never once faltering and he continued to pound into your sweet cunt like his life depended on it. he turned the screen to face him and saw that half the team had been blowing his phone and his personal group chat with his friends and you (you always kept them on dnd because they distracted you too easily) also ringing to life. he pulled the little half-slide trick to read the messages without them knowing he read them and found that they were looking for you both. some of them genuinely wondering if katsuki was dead because he was never sleeping in this late. he roughly slapped your juicy ass to elicit another sweet moan from you as he slid open the chat all the way.

hey man, everyone’s looking for you. wya?

yeah, we’re beginning to get worried, kacchan

and where’s sparks?

sparks. that silly little nickname given to you on your twenty-first birthday when you drunkenly tried to stick a fork in an outlet. “for science reasons” you said. nobody ever let you live it down and they still never let you around metal when you guys were drinking.

katsuki was once again pulled from his thoughts by his phone buzzing again, denki calling him now, and by the feeling of you pushing your hips back to meet his dominating thrusts. he reached down to wrap his hand around the front of your throat, “i said don’t. fucking. move.” the last three words punctuated by rougher thrusts into your sobbing, sopping wet little cunt. his ringing phone still in hand when he got an idea.

“since these extras won’t get the hint, i’m gonna answer them. think we can play up a little show, angel?” you breathlessly moaned out a “yes” before throwing your head into the pillows. your gummy walls beginning to clamp down on him harder, you were close.

he devilishly grinned as he pressed the ‘answer call’ button on his screen and put his phone on speaker, throwing it near your head so your friends could hear you loud and clear. the influx of voices bled into the air.

“thank god you answered dude! we were really beginning to freak! thought you were de- wait… what the fuck is that sound?” it was kaminari talking on the phone, but he could definitely hear the voices of kirishima and midoriya next to him along with some other voices he couldn’t quite identify in the background. he could hear the loud hum of the air conditioning, so he assumed they were still in someone’s hotel room. katsuki quickened his pace and reached around under you to rub your clit and bring you even closer to the edge. your moaning was louder, unrelenting. ready to give him all of your sweet juices.

“well? get on with it? ya really gonna interrupt me ‘n my girl having the best fuck of our lives and just go silent? or do you guys enjoy being nasty fuckin’ pervs?” my girl. his girl. your heart and pussy both fluttered at the two simple words that left his mouth. your lips breaking into a sweet, sleepy smile.

the grip his free hand had on your ass cheek once again pulling you out of any sweet thoughts you could have and back into the filthy ones. so close to release, you were teetering off the edge. the tight coil of pressure building in your stomach, begging to unravel around the thick cock of the muscular man behind you.

“c’mon, baby, show these nasty extras what you sound like when you cum on my cock.” that one perverse sentence was the one to finally throw you off the edge. white hot pleasure overtook your spent body. practically screaming his name as clear liquid splashed onto his toned stomach and dripped down his sweat pant-clad thighs and your naked ones, seeping onto the plush mattress and ruining the sheets. he held his tight black top up to avoid getting any of your messy release on it.

katsuki let out a guttural growl, “fuck yes. you hear that boys? hear how my nasty fuckin’ slut just squirted all over me?” you hated to admit it, but the thought of your shared friends listening into the two of you fuck like a digital peep show was so exhilarating to you. it was by far the dirtiest thing you’ve ever done during sex. by the pride in katsuki’s voice, you could tell he felt the same way.

his thrusts started to become sloppy and rougher, signaling that he was very close to his own release. his hips quickening as the sound of skin slapping skin also got louder and filled the thick air.

“fuck baby fuck baby.. ‘m gonna fuckin’ bust so hard. want to me cum in you? want me to fill this slutty fucking pussy?” his deep voice was laced with desperate groans as he so badly wanted to let himself go. you feverishly shook your head ‘yes’ at him, still moaning and yelling at the overstimulation.

the thought of his friends still listening in filled katsuki with a sense of pride that he’d never felt before and the sight of your naked body so weak under him making him so close to release that he could practically taste it. he began to feel his balls tighten and constrict, signaling that he was just a few thrusts away from a mind blowing orgasm. the straw that broke the camel’s back was the sight of your peachy little ass rippling and bouncing every time his hips thrusted in. a loud groan ripped from his throat as he pushed in one final time and painted your pretty walls white. the two of you were covered in a light sheen of sweat, little bits of his hair stuck to his wet forehead. some of it dripped down onto you and he used his thumbs to try and wipe some away. the feeling of rough hands performing such a gentle gesture just for you made your heart swell.

he was about to reach for his phone that still had the call going, when you lazily reached out for it instead.

“hope you enjoyed the show, boys, we’ll be down in a few!” somehow you made your sleepy voice sound so sultry it made katsuki’s softening cock twitch inside you again, like he could already go for round two. he was pulled from any thoughts of fucking you again when you wiggled your hips as a signal for him to pull out and he reluctantly did.

“what? done with me already?” he teased.

“never, just don’t want to leave them waiting for too long.” you weakly pushed yourself up and got out of the bed to head to the bathroom.

“we can leave them waiting as long as we fuckin’ please after the show we just gave them. and don’t forget to pee, i’ll have your ass inna chokehold if you get a damn infection!” he had to slightly yell the last part so it could reach your ears behind the closed bathroom door.

“whaddya think i’m doing in here, dimwit!” you yelled back. you loved being one of the few that could tease the temperamental man without having to worry about it being your last day on earth if you do. he chuckled to himself as he searched for another pair of pants to wear, now that his current ones were tainted with your juices.

you exited the bathroom as he finished redressing himself. he could tell you had just brushed your teeth due to the scowl that was always on your face after you did. he knew you abhorred the taste of toothpaste. hell, you were still using children’s toothpaste when he met you and teased you into being an adult and ditching the strawberry sparkle flavor you could actually tolerate. he nudged your shoulder and pointed at your still half full glass of water, telling you without words to drink it to get rid of the taste.

you finished the glass began to pick up your clothes and dress in silence. you both loved the domestic feel in the room after you made love. this time, though, you would actually be able to remember it since you guys weren’t drunk of your asses.

“can’t believe we did this again.”

“you’re telling me. call me crazy, but i’m beginning to think you actually like me or something.” you stated with fake shock in your voice.

it took both of you until now to admit it, but you were both tired of just being a drunk hookup buddies. trying to make this situationship or whatever clearly wasn’t happening since you were always yearning for something more. yearning for more time together. yearning to be something bigger, better than just fuck buddies.

“well miss, i don’t believe you’re crazy. just a little stupid.”

“hey!” you swatted at his thick bicep.

“y’know i’m just playing, princess.” he walked around to your side of the bed to help you pack your clothes together as his were already done, leaving a soft kiss on your cheek as he bent down to get your leftover things.

“I don’t know mister, I think you’ll have to take me out to prove that you’re just playing.”

“take you out now?”

“yes sir!” you ruffled his pretty, blonde locks and gave him a playful salute. he shook his head and took your bags from you. insisting that he carry yours and his. your heart pounded a little faster in your chest at the sweet gesture.

“‘s a date then,” he smiled at you as he gathered your key cards and left them on the table where they were when you arrived, “and stop calling me sir before ‘m forced to take you again.”

“you don’t have the energy to do it again!” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him.

“oh yes i sure ‘s hell do. one look at your ass and ‘m ready to go again.” he playfully smacked your ass and wolf whistled at you, causing a light yelp to escape from your lips. even though he carried both of your bags, he still managed to open the hotel room door for you.

“okay. I guess I can be good for you, sir.” you said, slyly as you walked through the opening and out into the carpeted hallway.

“you’re on thin fuckin’ ice, sparks.”

“as long as i’m with you on the ice, i couldn’t give two shits.” you got on the tips of your toes to kiss his soft, pink lips. he moved his mouth in tandem with you, neither of you wanting the lovely moment to end.

you ended up pulling away first after losing your balance from staying on your tiptoes for too long. he offered you his available hand to help you gain your footing, but even after you were stable again, he didn’t let go.

“ready to face those extras downstairs?”

“readier than ready.” you said with a slight giggle. you weren’t easily embarrassed by sex. with all honesty, the thought of your friends getting flustered by hearing to two of you made you want to either cream your pants or physically laugh out loud.

you trickled out of your thoughts when you noticed that katsuki’s hand was still intertwined with yours, still not attempting to pull himself away for you.

you smiled and quietly sighed with delight as you kept walking down the hotel hallway to reach the elevator. you didn’t let him go, either.

[darrowfire15]

Medic headcanons please? :3c

also ilyy !! ❤️

Alrighty, let's get some Medic HCs! And I love you too! <3

In his office, Medic has every known disease stored away in his cabinets. He's injected those with known cures into the mercs that piss him off the most and makes them suffer. If they promise to stop bugging him, he'll give them the cure. If not, Respawn deals with their deaths.

Medic attempted to name each of his doves after different Greek Philosophers, but only a handful stuck. Archimedes is one that was successful.

He has, and will continue to, down two entire pots of coffee after pulling an all nighter (which happens a lot). No, it doesn't help him on the battlefield. No, he won't admit that he has a problem. If you mention it, prepare to be missing a spleen after your next check up.

After long days of paperwork, Medic always has a headache from staring at paper all day. No one but Heavy can really coax him to relax for the night, he can and will stay up to 2AM.

Medic is giving out free top and bottom surgery for trans people because he needs the parts for... Research purposes (Please don't give in, he'll take any other organs during the process).

Very much a mama's boy when he was younger, and still is today. He got a lot of her looks from her while most of his brains came from his father. Though, to be fair, both parents were equally mad. Medic says it's a family trait passed down for generations! (Do not go to the family gatherings)

Medic paces a lot when he's thinking. One time, he was stuck on an idea for an experiment for hours, pacing back and forth. He worn down a line in the floor of his operating room because of it. His doves found it funny, the Administrator not so much. They had to replace the floors, which came out of his paycheck.

If being a doctor never worked out (or in another timeline), Medic would've been involved in music, maybe a conductor. Music was always a secondary passion, thanks to his father making him learn a handful of instruments, but his bloodlust overcame everything. So, doctor it was!

Medic still has the patient's skeleton that he stole, it's hanging in his private quarters. He named it Carcass, not to be mistaken for his fake skeleton in his operating room named Cadaver.

A therapy group consisting of Medic, Sniper, Demo, and Heavy meet every other Saturday. Medic knows most participants won't open up easily, but there's some progress with each. He has invited Spy before, but he refused and cloaked away.

Medic tried on a dress once as a dare in his college days. He liked the feel of it flowing behind him, so when he got his mercenary job, he made sure to wear his coat in a particular way. It flows with how he moves!

During Scream Fortress, Medic began experimenting in Lycanthropy on some of the mercs, most notably Sniper, Demo, and Scout. None have been successful yet.

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never - sdv harvey x reader (kind of)

synopsis: harvey has to come to terms that it will always be just him, forever and always.

content: angst. no comfort. i'm deeply sorry. essentially just me exploring harvey's character and inner thoughts. some alex x reader but it's not too important, you could imagine anyone you want! this isn't long or amazing, but i was bored and needed to write.

the cool glass of harvey's glass met his lips once more that night as his eyes were glued to you in the middle of the saloon. the alcohol was sharp, bitter, but had enough of a sting to cure the dull pain in his chest that wasn't medical, but entirely real. alex's arms pulled you in for another dip and like it was nothing to him, he caught you effortlessly.

harvey would have never been able to do that at his age. maybe ten years ago, when he was alex's age, he would have been the person to dance with you in the middle of the saloon, causing your grin to grow impossibly wide as the night carried on. now too much time had passed and he was stuck watching, wondering what it would be like to be on the receiving end of one of your smiles.

since the day you walked into his clinic to introduce yourself as the newest resident of pelican town, harvey knew there was something special about you. he looked forward to your visits, or to bumping into you at pierre's. over the years, he had grown something of a silly crush on you that eventually elevated to a longing.

of course he had never admitted this to you.

he knew that, deep down, you deserved someone who was younger and could match your lifestyle of working daily, going on adventures, and restoring the community center for everyone to enjoy. what could he offer you? grunts in the morning as he woke himself up and struggled to get out of his mattress. going to bed by ten every night because his body decided at twenty-five that he couldn't possibly stay up past that.

too deep in his thoughts, harvey hadn't noticed the music of the saloon start to quiet as people returned to their seats and drinks, including you sat just a few stools down. your cheeks were flushed and your hair was a mess, but your smile hadn't faded. harvey's breath hitched in his throat when you turned in your seat to face him, an eyebrow raised.

"you okay?" you asked in a hushed tone. it was so genuine that the dull ache in his chest flared and he could have winced.

before answering, he took a sip from his drink. "yeah, i'm...uh...just tired. i think i'm gonna go home," he said. he fished out a few bills from his wallet that would pay his tab and without much of a goodbye, he left. you stared at his figure that was exiting the building, a sag in his shoulders, and made a note to check on him the next day. then, alex came up to you, asked if you wanted to go for a round on the arcade machines, and everything was forgotten.

the street lights in the town center illuminated harvey's desolate walk to his clinic and apartment. his fingers dug his keys out of his pocket and with lazy movements, he unlocked the door, entered, then locked it back immediately.

the clinic was dark, but he knew his way around enough to find his way to the stairs that led up to his lonely apartment. once he flung the door open, the first few tears fell as if they were waiting for the exact moment that they'd be safe and private. with a sniffle and another pang to his chest, he stripped off his outfit and opted for an old pair of pajamas that once made you giggle when you walked into his room with a cup of coffee for him. on top of that was a college shirt that was threadbare and had lost most of its color, but reminded harvey of the days when he had less wrinkles on his face.

when he sunk into the bed with a groan and pulled the blankets up to his chin, more tears fell until harvey's body shook with a silent cry.

he never had a chance with you, and he never would. you were clearly at your happiest with alex and that was a union that an older, boring man like him couldn't split. he supposed then that perhaps nothing like this would work out for him. maybe he was married to his work indefinitely.

as he sniffled more and made a pathetic attempt at wiping his tears, he thought about your visit that would happen in a few weeks. harvey would get to be close to you, hear your heart beating directly in his ears, and remind himself that he could never kiss you, but at least he could receive your jars of pickles and bottles of wine that he would eat and drink all by himself.

the night carried on until harvey eventually gave up into a fitful sleep. that night, he had a dream about your farmhouse, about going home to it rather than his apartment. about helping you with fixing fences and feeding your animals. it was so close to him, and yet he'd never have it so long as he was old, boring, and uninteresting to a beautiful person like you.

[dragoneyes618]

The major lesson that reviewer Christine Rosen extracts from Rob Henderson’s new memoir, Troubled: A Memoir of Foster Care, Family, and Social Class, is: “The people who control a great deal of our cultural and political conversations are a rarified elite with little understanding of how most people live their lives.” (I have not yet read Troubled, though I’m eager to do so. What follows draws primarily on Rosen’s review in the Free Beacon and on Henderson’s op-ed in the Wall Street Journal.)

To comprehend the gap between those elites and the vast majority of Americans, consider a recent Rasmussen survey of what the authors call “elites” — more than one post-graduate degree, an annual income of $150,000 — and a subset of those “elites,” who attended an Ivy League school, or another elite private school, such as Stanford or University of Chicago, whom Rasmussen dubs “super-elites.”

Three-quarters of the elites and nearly 90 percent of the super elites describe their personal incomes as on the upswing, while almost none describe their incomes as on the decline. For all Americans, however, nearly twice as many view their income as worsening as view their financial situation as improving — 40 percent to 20 percent.

Despite having eventually made it to Yale as an undergraduate in his mid-twenties and later earning a PhD in psychology at Cambridge University, Henderson most certainly did not stem from the elite class from which so many of his classmates came. Students at Yale from families in the upper 1 percent of wealth are more numerous than those from the bottom 60 percent.

One of Henderson’s Yale classmates, who had attended Phillips Exeter Academy, America’s top prep school, once lectured Henderson on his white privilege — even though he is actually half Asian and half Hispanic. Yet it would take a certain obliviousness to label Henderson a child of privilege. One of his earliest memories is of his drug-addict mother being pulled away from him in handcuffs and hauled off to jail, when he was three. He never knew his father.

After that, he was shuttled between various foster homes, none of them stable, until he joined the US Air Force after high school. The discipline of the military helped him overcome some of the chaos that had characterized his life until then. But many of the old demons remained, including his penchant for self-medicating with alcohol, and he ended up in a detox program, where a talented therapist helped him work through some of those demons.

One of the central messages of Henderson’s memoir is that a non-stable childhood family life is not just bad because it hurts your chances of getting into an elite college or attaining a high-paying job later in life, but also because those raised in such an environment experience “pain that etches itself into their bodies and brains and propels them to do things in the pursuit of relief that often inflict even more harm.”

Given their difference in backgrounds, Henderson found many of the social rituals of his classmates incomprehensible. One example was when the Yale campus erupted in hysteria over an email from Erika Christakis to the students of Silliman residential college, of which she served as co-master with her husband Nicholas, suggesting that they were old enough to work out themselves which Halloween costumes to wear, without asking the administration to issue an elaborate set of rules to avoid “microaggressions” or “cultural appropriation” — e.g., a white student wearing a sombrero. After the childhood and teenage years he experienced, a fellow student in a sombrero did not seem like such a big deal to Henderson.

Erika was eventually force to resign her position in Silliman and on the Yale faculty, much to Henderson’s disappointment, as he had been eager to take her course on early childhood development. Meanwhile, the black undergraduate who confronted Nicholas Christakis in the Silliman courtyard, in an expletive-laden tirade, in front of a group of students cheering her on, was given an award for extracurricular excellence at the next Yale graduation.

Henderson offers an invaluable term to describe the opinions expressed so fiercely and with no tolerance of opposing views by his fellow undergrads: “luxury beliefs.” Luxury beliefs, as Henderson defines them, “confer status on the upper class at little cost, while often inflicting costs on the lower classes.” The conspicuous displays of wealth and leisure activities that broadcast elite status in Thorstein Veblen’s time have been replaced by opinions and beliefs that give proof of one’s elite education. After all, Henderson notes ironically, how many non-Ivy-League-educated Americans can easily toss off terms like “cisgender” or “heteronormative”?

Mantras such as “defund the police” are luxury beliefs because their impact on those living in gated communities or the most affluent neighborhoods is likely to be negligible. Henderson comments about the policies implemented to combat white privilege, “It won’t be Yale graduates who are harmed. Poor white people will bear the brunt.”

He recounts the story of a refugee from the North Korean police state, attending Columbia University, who raised concerns about the anti-free speech movement on campus, only to be taunted with “Go back to Pyongyang” on a social media site for Ivy League students. Normally, nothing will earn faster exile to social media purgatory than telling an immigrant, “Go back to where you came from,” but this particular refugee was deemed deserving of insult, writes Henderson, because she “undermined these people’s view of themselves as morally righteous.”

Incidentally, I would rank as near the top of “luxury beliefs” the familiar chants about Israeli genocide and apartheid. They cost their proponents nothing, yet effectively broadcast one’s moral righteousness and humanity, not to mention elite education, especially when terms like settler-colonialism and intersectionality are thrown into the mix.

Henderson is primarily concerned with the way that bad ideas — e.g., dismissal of matrimony and monogamy as passé, decriminalization of drugs — filter downstream in the culture, where they wreak havoc. As Charles Murray thoroughly documents in Breaking Apart, rates of marriage, children living in two-parent homes, and attendance at religious services have remained more or less constant in the most affluent quintile of the population, while plummeting in the lower quintiles. But on elite campuses, marriage is more likely to be portrayed as a prison for women, just as the same students for whom the words “capitalist oppression” roll trippingly off their tongues can be found the same day lining up for interviews with Goldman Sachs.

But the danger posed by the holders of luxury beliefs lies not only in their pernicious cultural influence. Holders of those views are quite comfortable with the use of coercion to advance their beliefs. Four-fifths of the super elites, interviewed in the Rasmussen poll cited above, would ban gas-powered cars. Just under 90 percent support strict rationing of meat, gas, and electricity, and 70 percent would ban all nonessential air travel.

The impact of these restrictions on the most affluent would likely be relatively small. They can afford electric cars, and would buy carbon offsets to circumvent some of the most onerous rationing or purchase them on the black market. And dollars to donuts that their air travel would be deemed necessary. The impact of such policies on the less affluent doesn’t figure into their calculations.

Elite campuses have been focal points for the limitations on free speech, and over half of the super elites educated on those campuses describe Americans as possessing too much freedom. That goes with a general contempt for markets, which allocate equal weight to the choices of the unenlightened and the enlightened.

That concern with “too much” freedom goes together with a remarkable trust in government among 70 percent of the elites and 90 percent of the super elites. Government is beneficent, in their eyes, because it can force people to do what the enlightened have determined is good. The elites know that their hands will be on the levers of coercion, particularly administrative agencies. (I would wager that the majority of those lower-level staffers staging mini-rebellions in the White House and the State Department over American support for Israel’s war on Hamas are holders of elite credentials.) Ronald Reagan’s quip, “The nine most terrifying words in the English language are, ‘I’m from the government, and I’m here to help,’ ” does not resonate with the elites.

Sixty years before Rob Henderson first stepped onto the Yale campus, another man already in his mid-twenties entered Harvard as an undergraduate. Like Henderson, Thomas Sowell came from a deprived background and served in the military before entering college. He was born in the Jim-Crow-era South, in a home without electricity, and served in the Marines during the Korean War, after dropping out of high school.

The 1969 black student riots at Cornell, where Sowell was an economics professor, and subsequent pressure at UCLA to lower his standards for students, soured Sowell on academia, which he left for a position as senior fellow at the Hoover Institution almost half a century ago.

Over 50 years and almost 40 books, most still in print and many of them standard texts in economics, and ten volumes of collected columns, Sowell has leveled a sustained critique at the dominant intellectual doctrines of our day, in particular those of his fellow black intellectuals, whom he views as having spectacularly failed the black masses by advocating for policies that may serve their interests but not those of the large majority of American blacks. (Only about one-third of his writing concerns issues of race, and he has penned classic works in intellectual, social, and economic history.) Jason Riley’s intellectual biography of Sowell is appropriately titled Maverick.

In a short new work, Social Justice Fallacies, which I would commend to every college student and social justice warrior, Sowell fleshes out many of Henderson’s observations, including the detachment of elite theorists from the lives of those whom they purport to advocate, and their sometimes subtle, sometimes not, contempt for those whom they view as their inferiors.

The second chapter compares the Progressive movement of the early decades of the 20th century to present-day progressives. At first glance, it would appear that little connects the two groups, apart from their position on the political left of their day. A strong streak of racial determinism characterized the early progressives, and many of their leading lights fretted about the disastrous impact of an influx of people of inferior races to America. By contrast, today’s progressives start from the premise that there are no differences between races and that all differential outcomes are a result of systemic racism.

In the earlier period, Professor Edward Ross, the chairman of the American Sociological Society, warned that America was headed toward “race suicide” by virtue of being inundated by people of “inferior types.” American universities and colleges taught hundreds of courses in eugenics, defined as the reduction or prevention of the survival of people considered genetically inferior. The most famous economist of the 20th century, John Maynard Keynes, was founder of the Eugenics Society at Cambridge.

Irving Fisher of Yale, the leading monetary economist of the period, advocated for the isolation or sterilization of those inferior types. Or as Justice Oliver Wendell Holmes put it, “Three generations of idiots are enough.” Sowell remarks upon how casually Fisher spoke of imprisonment of those who had committed no crime and the denial of normal life to all regarded as inferior. Not by accident did Hitler yemach shemo term a work on eugenics by Madison Grant, a leading conservationist and advocate for national parks and the protection of endangered species, his Bible.

At first glance, today’s progressives could not seem further removed from their namesakes. They are the opposite of racial determinists. In the modern progressive creed, all differences in outcomes between people of different races can have one and only one explanation: discrimination by the majority group.

Despite the opposite views on race, Sowell finds important continuities between the progressive movement of the early 20th century and that of today. Today’s progressives share, according to Sowell, their predecessors’ aversion to confronting empirical evidence that challenges their fixed verities, and a similar inclination to respond to empirical challenges with ad hominem insults — racist being the most powerful — rather than with counter-arguments and evidence.

And they are similarly inclined to use government power to coerce the less enlightened to behave in accord with their “expert” opinions, and too frequently oblivious to or unconcerned with the impact of their policy prescriptions on those constituting the “lower orders,” in their minds.

Woodrow Wilson, perhaps the leading figure of the Progressive era, served as president of Princeton before being elected president. Like many of his fellow progressives, he was an unabashed racist who insisted that black employees in government offices be physically segregated.

But what joins him to present-day progressives is his enormous confidence in government by experts. He presided over a massive expansion of the federal government and the creation of many of the largest administrative agencies, run by “experts.” He viewed the Constitution as outmoded for a modern age. But not to worry, government agencies headed by experts would usher in a “new freedom,” albeit not quite the freedom of a constitution limiting the power of government and enshrining individual rights.

Today, DEI bureaucracies on almost every campus seek to enforce right-thinking and enter into every aspect of university governance, including faculty hiring. Those mushrooming bureaucracies account for a large part in the explosion in higher education costs.

Sowell takes aim at the racial theories of the early progressives and contemporary ones alike. He seeks to empirically refute the claim that each race has a different “ceiling” for intelligence. (If anecdotes were data, his own genius would serve as refutation.) He met with and debated Professor Albert Jensen, one of the leading modern proponents of that view.

Sowell argues that environment, not inherent ceilings, underlies much of the difference in IQ between races. For instance, those raised in the Hebrides Isles and the hill country of Kentucky, though of pure Anglo-Saxon stock, have IQs comparable to American blacks. And like American blacks, their IQs tend to decline from childhood to adulthood. Social isolation appears to be the key. Sowell cites another study that blacks raised by white adoptive parents had IQs six points above the national average.

As an amusing example of the fallibility of IQ tests as measures of inherent capabilities, Sowell quotes Carl Brigham, who developed the SAT test. Brigham claimed on the basis of army mental tests administered in World War I that the myth that Jews are on average highly intelligent had been refuted. At least he had the good grace to admit by 1930, as Jews excelled on standardized tests, that his earlier conclusions had been without merit, and had failed to take into account that most immigrant children were raised in non-English-speaking homes.

Sowell is equally effective skewering the present-day progressive belief that all differences in outcomes are explained as products of racial discrimination. He chafes at the resultant cult of victimization that stands in the way of examination of cultural behavioral factors that prevent black advancement.

He insists that behaviors count and explain a great deal of the differences in income levels between different racial groups. For instance, black married couples have experienced poverty rates of less than 10 percent for decades, which is less than the national poverty rate for all families. And black married couples have higher income levels than white single-parent families. The problem is that black marriage rates overall are lower.

It is often said that the high illegitimacy rate in the black community is attributable to the “legacy of slavery.” But for nearly a century after slavery, the rates were relatively low. In 1940, they were one-quarter of what they are today. Sowell suggests that the rapid expansion of the welfare state in the 1960s explains much of that rise, as births to single mothers have also risen rapidly in Sweden, the welfare paradise, where there is no legacy of slavery.

Evidence cited to show discrimination against black children by “white supremacists” — e.g., discipline rates two and a half times those of white students — proves the opposite, Sowell suggests. For white students are themselves twice as likely to be disciplined as Asian students. Perhaps, then, disruptive behavior, rather than discrimination, explains differential rates of discipline. To get rid of school discipline in the name of equity leads to schools in which it is impossible to learn, and ends up harming black students, he argues. Attacks on discriminatory school discipline is thus another one of those “luxury beliefs,” like defunding the police.

One of the major causes of the burst housing bubble of 2007, which Sowell predicted, was government pressure on lenders to greatly reduce credit requirements for mortgages. The regulators’ theory was that blacks were being discriminated against in the mortgage market, as evidenced by the higher rate of rejection for black mortgage applicants. The only problem with the discrimination hypothesis, Sowell shows, was that black-owned banks rejected black mortgage applicants at even higher rates.

The hypothesis that different income levels are exclusively a function of discrimination founders on the fact that other minority groups — e.g., Asians — have, on average, incomes well above the medium national income, and dark-skinned Asian Indians earn on average $39,000 more per annum than full-time, year-round white workers.

The victimization narrative, in Sowell’s eyes, is not only unhelpful but damaging to blacks, as it shifts the focus from one of encouraging the types of behaviors that are associated with success. In the immediate wake of slavery, and for nearly a century afterwards, almost all graduates of all-black Dunbar High in Washington, D.C., went on to college. Black and Hispanic kids in New York City charter schools are six times as likely to pass city math proficiency exams as their counterparts in the regular public schools. Why? Sowell wants to know.

Focusing on the behaviors that foster success rather than wallowing in a narrative of discrimination — which he personally experienced in his younger years and does not deny still exists today — is for Sowell the key to black advancement. And that requires more empirical study and less airy theorizing.

Many of the panaceas that derive from au courant theories have been conclusively refuted on the ground. Black political power in most of America’s largest cities, for instance, has done little to change the lives of the vast majority of black citizens. And affirmative action has, in Sowell’s view, reinforced stereotypes of black inferiority, among whites and, even worse, among blacks themselves, while doing little to help inner city blacks.

Without a clear-eyed attention to empirical evidence and an openness to debate based on facts and logic, in Sowell’s terminology, we are forever consigned to the realm of “luxury beliefs.”

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Anesthesiology Career Scope

Anesthesiology is one of the most critical and demanding fields in medicine. It involves the administration of anesthesia and monitoring of patients during surgery, ensuring their safety and comfort. As a career, it offers immense opportunities for growth, specialization, and contribution to patient care. In this article, we will explore the career scope in anesthesiology, the educational pathway, and why GS Medical College & Hospital is the Top Medical College in Meerut and an excellent choice for aspiring anesthesiologists.

What is Anesthesiology?:

Anesthesiology is a vital branch of medicine dedicated to the relief of pain and the administration of anesthesia during surgeries and other medical procedures. Anesthesiologists play a critical role in ensuring patient safety and comfort throughout the entire surgical process. Their responsibilities include:

Preoperative Assessment: Evaluating patients before surgery to determine the most appropriate anesthesia plan based on their medical history and the procedure.

Administration of Anesthesia: Skillfully delivering anesthesia to render the patient unconscious or numb, ensuring they experience no pain during the operation.

Intraoperative Monitoring: Continuously monitoring the patient's vital signs, such as heart rate, blood pressure, and oxygen levels, to ensure stability and respond promptly to any changes.

Management of Complications: Quickly addressing any complications that may arise during surgery, such as adverse reactions to anesthesia or unexpected changes in vital signs.

Postoperative Care: Overseeing the patient's recovery from anesthesia, managing pain, and ensuring a smooth transition from the operating room to the recovery area.

Anesthesiology is not only essential for the success of surgical procedures but also plays a crucial role in critical care, pain management, and emergency medicine. Anesthesiologists' expertise in managing complex medical situations makes them indispensable members of the healthcare team.

Why is Anesthesiology Important?:

Anesthesiology's Significance Anesthesiology is a vital medical specialty that ensures the safety and comfort of patients undergoing surgical procedures and various medical treatments. Without anesthesiology, the complex and invasive surgeries that define modern medicine would be impossible to perform. This field encompasses much more than just putting patients to sleep; it involves a comprehensive approach to patient care before, during, and after surgery.

Key Responsibilities of Anesthesiologists:

Pain Management: Anesthesiologists are experts in managing pain, which is crucial for patient recovery and overall well-being. They tailor pain relief strategies to each patient's needs, ensuring minimal discomfort during and after surgery.

Monitoring Vital Signs: During surgery, anesthesiologists continuously monitor a patient's vital signs, such as heart rate, blood pressure, and oxygen levels, to detect and respond to any changes immediately.

Emergency Interventions: In case of complications during surgery, anesthesiologists are prepared to act swiftly, managing any unexpected events that could jeopardize the patient's health.

Critical Care and Beyond: Beyond the operating room, anesthesiologists contribute to critical care, managing patients in intensive care units (ICUs), and providing pain relief in emergency medicine and chronic pain management settings.

Comprehensive Patient Care Anesthesiology's importance extends far beyond the operating room. Anesthesiologists are integral to the entire perioperative process, ensuring that patients receive comprehensive care tailored to their unique needs. Their role in pain management, critical care, and emergency medicine underscores the essential nature of this specialty in modern healthcare.

Diverse Career Opportunities in Anesthesiology:

Anesthesiology offers a wide array of career opportunities, allowing professionals to specialize in various aspects of patient care, research, and education. Here are some of the key career paths available to anesthesiologists:

 

Clinical Anesthesiologist:

Clinical anesthesiologists are the backbone of surgical care, working in hospitals, clinics, and surgical centers to provide anesthesia services. Their responsibilities include:

Pre-Surgical Assessment: Evaluating patients' medical histories and current health status to determine the appropriate anesthesia plan.

Administering Anesthesia: Providing the correct dosage and type of anesthesia during surgeries and medical procedures.

Intraoperative Monitoring: Continuously monitoring patients’ vital signs and adjusting anesthesia levels as needed to ensure safety and comfort.

Postoperative Care: Overseeing patient recovery from anesthesia and managing any complications that may arise.

 

Critical Care Anesthesiologist:

Critical care anesthesiologists specialize in managing critically ill patients, often working in intensive care units (ICUs). Their expertise is crucial in:

Managing Life-Threatening Conditions: Providing care for patients with complex, severe health issues that require immediate and expert attention.

Advanced Monitoring and Support: Utilizing advanced technology to monitor vital signs and provide life-sustaining treatments.

Interdisciplinary Collaboration: Working closely with surgeons, physicians, and other healthcare professionals to ensure comprehensive patient care.

 

Pediatric Anesthesiologist:

Pediatric anesthesiologists focus on the unique needs of infants, children, and adolescents. Their specialized training equips them to:

Tailored Anesthesia Plans: Develop age-appropriate anesthesia plans to minimize risks and ensure safety.

Psychological Comfort: Provide emotional support to young patients and their families before and after procedures.

Managing Pediatric Conditions: Handle the specific challenges associated with pediatric surgery, such as congenital anomalies and developmental considerations.

 

Pain Management Specialist:

Anesthesiologists specializing in pain management help patients with chronic pain conditions, enhancing their quality of life through:

Comprehensive Pain Assessments: Diagnosing and evaluating the source and severity of pain.

Innovative Pain Relief Techniques: Administering treatments such as nerve blocks, epidurals, and other pain management strategies.

Multidisciplinary Approach: Collaborating with other specialists, such as neurologists and physical therapists, to provide holistic care.

Academic Anesthesiologist:

Academic anesthesiologists play a pivotal role in shaping the future of the field. Their contributions include:

Teaching and Mentorship: Educating medical students, residents, and fellows in the latest anesthesia techniques and patient care practices.

Research Initiatives: Leading research projects to advance the understanding and application of anesthesiology.

Clinical Practice: Combining teaching with hands-on clinical work, ensuring that theoretical knowledge is effectively translated into practice.

 

Researcher in Anesthesiology:

Anesthesiologists who pursue research careers contribute significantly to medical advancements. Their work involves:

Developing New Anesthesia Techniques: Innovating safer and more effective anesthesia methods and protocols.

Improving Patient Safety: Conducting studies aimed at reducing anesthesia-related risks and improving outcomes.

Collaborative Research: Partnering with other medical researchers to explore interdisciplinary approaches to anesthesia and pain management.

 

Consultant Anesthesiologist:

Consultant anesthesiologists offer their expertise to various organizations, including:

Healthcare Facilities: Advising on the development and implementation of anesthesia protocols and patient safety measures.

Government Agencies: Contributing to the formulation of healthcare policies and guidelines related to anesthesia and patient care.

Private Organizations: Providing expert consultations on anesthesia-related matters, such as the introduction of new technologies or practices.

Anesthesiology is a dynamic field that offers numerous opportunities for specialization and career advancement, making it an attractive choice for those interested in combining technical expertise with patient care.

Educational Path to Becoming an Anesthesiologist:

Pursuing a career in anesthesiology requires a rigorous educational and training pathway. Here is an overview of the steps involved:

Bachelor's Degree: The first step to becoming an anesthesiologist is to obtain a bachelor's degree, typically in a science-related field such as biology, chemistry, or pre-med. This foundational education provides the necessary background in the sciences required for medical school.

Medical School: After completing a bachelor's degree, aspiring anesthesiologists must attend medical school to earn a Doctor of Medicine (MD) or Doctor of Osteopathic Medicine (DO) degree. Medical school typically takes four years to complete and includes both classroom instruction and clinical rotations.

Residency in Anesthesiology: Upon graduating from medical school, the next step is to complete a residency in anesthesiology. Residency programs typically last four years and provide extensive training in all aspects of anesthesiology, including patient assessment, anesthesia administration, and perioperative care.

Fellowship (Optional): After completing a residency, some anesthesiologists choose to pursue a fellowship in a subspecialty, such as pediatric anesthesiology, pain management, or critical care. Fellowships provide additional specialized training and typically last one to two years.

Board Certification: Board certification is an important step for anesthesiologists. After completing residency training, anesthesiologists can become board-certified by passing the American Board of Anesthesiology (ABA) exam. Board certification is a mark of excellence and is often required for hospital privileges and employment.

Continuing Education: Anesthesiologists must participate in continuing education throughout their careers to stay current with advances in the field. This may include attending conferences, participating in workshops, and completing additional coursework.

Why Choose GS Medical College for Anesthesiology?:

GS Medical College is one of the premier institutions for medical education in Uttar Pradesh. Here are some reasons why it is an excellent choice for pursuing a career in anesthesiology:

Experienced Faculty: GS Medical College boasts a team of experienced and highly qualified faculty members who are dedicated to providing quality education and training in anesthesiology. The faculty members have extensive clinical and teaching experience, ensuring that students receive the best possible education.

State-of-the-Art Facilities: The college is equipped with state-of-the-art facilities, including modern classrooms, simulation labs, and advanced medical equipment. These facilities provide students with hands-on experience and exposure to the latest technologies used in anesthesiology.

Comprehensive Curriculum: The anesthesiology program at GS Medical College is designed to provide a comprehensive education that covers all aspects of the field. The curriculum includes both theoretical knowledge and practical training, ensuring that students are well-prepared for their careers.

Clinical Exposure: Students at UP Private Medical College like GS Medical College have the opportunity to gain extensive clinical experience through rotations in various medical departments, including surgery, critical care, and pain management. This exposure helps students develop the skills needed to excel in their careers.

Research Opportunities: GS Medical College encourages students to participate in research activities. The college provides support for research projects, allowing students to contribute to the advancement of anesthesiology and gain valuable research experience.

Supportive Learning Environment: The college fosters a supportive learning environment that encourages collaboration, critical thinking, and professional growth. Students have access to mentorship programs, academic counseling, and other resources to help them succeed.

Career Placement Assistance: GS Medical College offers career placement assistance to help students secure internships, residencies, and job placements. The college has a strong network of affiliations with hospitals and healthcare organizations, providing students with ample opportunities to advance their careers.

The Future of Anesthesiology:

Growing Demand for Anesthesiologists: With the increasing number of surgeries and medical procedures, the demand for skilled anesthesiologists is on the rise. This trend is expected to continue, making anesthesiology a promising career choice.

Opportunities for Research and Innovation: Anesthesiology is a field that constantly evolves with new research and technological advancements. There are numerous opportunities for anesthesiologists to contribute to this growing body of knowledge.

Conclusion: A Path to Success in Anesthesiology:

Anesthesiology is a dynamic and rewarding medical specialty that plays a crucial role in modern healthcare. With a vast array of career opportunities ranging from clinical practice and critical care to research and academia, anesthesiology offers a fulfilling and impactful career path.

For those aspiring to become anesthesiologists, the Best MBBS college in UP like GS Medical College & Hospital provides an outstanding educational foundation. The college offers:

Experienced Faculty: Learn from leaders in the field who bring both academic and practical expertise to the classroom.

State-of-the-Art Facilities: Benefit from cutting-edge technology and modern infrastructure that support both learning and research.

Comprehensive Training Programs: Gain a thorough understanding of anesthesiology through a curriculum that combines theoretical knowledge with extensive clinical exposure.

By choosing the Best Medical college in UP like GS Medical College, you are positioning yourself for a successful and fulfilling career in anesthesiology. Whether your aspirations lie in clinical practice, critical care, research, or academia, GS Medical College will equip you with the knowledge, skills, and experience needed to excel in this vital and evolving field.

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sorry if you've been asked this before but have you gone to college or are you interested? a lot of my fav writers went to pretty prestigious places and have masters or phds etc and i was the type of person who never thought i'd be able to go to school for writing (or anything really) but i'm gonna try this upcoming school year. would love any insight you have if any <3

my feelings on further education for writing are complicated, but to put it out there at the top: i did not go to college & do not consider it necessary to be published

i did not apply to college in high school, which was highly controversial according to teachers, who insisted i need to at least look. i had some poor grades (almost failed creative writing, almost failed sophomore english) & did not attend many after school programs. i skipped class, had a suspension on record for fighting, & i was deeply deeply clinically depressed. i was in therapy, on medication, & could not see that another few years of school would suit me, especially because i was trying to come out as trans in a small school & that exhausted & despaired me. i did not have savings, scholarship offers, & my parents had told me since childhood that any secondary education would be my responsibility

i would like to go to college now i think, or at least attend more workshops & small classes for poetry & fiction, but i still feel it is very unlikely. education costs are too high for me to consider it an agreeable sacrifice for those experiences & connections. if i had the chance to go somewhere for writing, it would have to be within a financial margin that seemingly does not exist for current college costs & i refuse to take out loans, especially when i would rather work a day job & further my transition

i think it is very possible to educate yourself. there are lots of online resources available that can provide you with lessons, prompts, readings, & "homework". one key element, that ive discussed with other published friends, is that doing it alone... means you are that: alone. there is a lot of value in being taught by someone or someones who can answer your questions & give you a uniquely human perspective. i have taught myself a lot privately, but it does come with a sometimes crushing distance that can feel downright alienating, if not discouraging. there is a thrill in discussing poetry in a group that cannot be replicated in solitude

on the other hand, i think experiences cannot be taught in a classroom. to write, you must live first. you have to have material & it is difficult to craft material when you are entirely occupied with study. heartbreak, loss, love, wonder, can all happen during college, & even college is its own experience, but i do think there is a lot of overlooked value in people who just do... people things without wondering if it'll make a good poem

when i went to a writing retreat last year, i was the only man to attend (or ever apply!) & the only person in the group to not have gone to, or actively be in, college. i was torn between thinking i was an outsider, because everyone around me was "better educated" & feeling like id accomplished something all on my own

so... at the end of the day, i think it is entirely personal whether someone goes to college for writing. i know people who have gone & loved it & others who did not find it useful. i think these depend upon yourself, the school, your style, what you're hoping to achieve, etc. i think most of all it's deeply important to learn with other people when you can, to talk to people about poetry, to go to readings & subscribe to journals & visit libraries & take notes. how that is done is up to you

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Kink Club - Part 1

(Based on the dream I just woke up from)

The first rule of Kink Club is that you don't talk about Kink Club.

The second rule of Kink Club is that you don't talk about Kink Club - especially at work.

The night starts like any other night on the town. There's nowhere to fucking park. After a good twenty minutes of circling downtown, you find a lot with a few empty spaces. You park the car, pay on the app, and make your way to your destination.

You stand in line at the Castle, the infamous night club of Ybor City. They are having one of their theme nights so anyone in costume is admitted for free.

Strapped for cash as you are, you came dressed for the event: a black leather harness and skirt (with no panties underneath). You offer to prove the no panties part to the bouncer, but he politely declines.

You make your way up to the top floor of the Castle and head straight for the bar. If you are going to do what you came here to do, you'd need some alcohol in you first. You order a Malibu & Pineapple, your classic clubbing order to due its ability to calm your nerves but not get you wasted.

There is already a crowd gathered to watch the public flogging, but exhibitionism isn't what you're here for tonight.

Drink in hand, you head up the steps into one of the private rooms. There are four private rooms available to be booked for events and you'd read about one of these events on the Castle's website and decided to attend. It's been too long since you've had a proper sexcapade. You used to be so much braver in your college days.

Tonight's private event? Free medical examinations by a certainly unlicensed medical staff.

You're greeted by a man in light blue scrub pants and a form-fitting black v-neck shirt.

"Are you here for the event," he says, a crooked smile creeping up his face.

You nod, your words escaping you and blush heating up your face.

"All patients must sign in at the front desk," he says pointing his head behind him.

There's a woman in light blue scrubs sitting behind a portable table. She smiles as you approach her and she asks, "Can I see some ID?"

You fumble through your clutch for a moment before procuring your ID and handing it over. You catch a glance at the photo before doing so and giggle at the thought of how many times your hair has changed color since then. If the woman notices, she doesn't say anything.

"Everything appears to be in order here," she says while handing back the ID. "Do you work tomorrow?"

"No, ma'am."

"Excellent. Are you available to stay overnight?"

"Oh, uh, I didn't bring any extra clothes."

"No worries. A gown and bed will be provided for you. Follow me to the back please."

As she stands, you notice that she isn't wearing any pants. He scrub shirt is just barely long enough to cover her front but as she turns around you have full view of her perfect peachy ass.

It appears that she is also not wearing any underwear and this knowledge makes you blush even more.

You'd always favored women over men, despite being open to anything. Women were just so...beautiful.

While most men looked like they just crawled out of a dumpster.

The woman with no pants leads you to the back part of the room, which had been previously blocked from view by a curtain divider.

There were six beds in the room that weren't the traditional hospital beds you'd been expecting. Instead of railings on each side, there were, uh, cages underneath.

There were two other occupants in the room, one on top a bed and one underneath his bed in the cage. You sit down on the bed next to the caged man and soon realize that you recognize him as one of your top salesman at work.

You quickly look away and hope that he hasn't seen you.

The woman pulls a gown down off the rack and hands it to you.

"Please undress and put this on. Leave your clothes neatly folded at the end of your bed and we will set them aside from you."

"Is there somewhere more, uh, private where I can change?"

"Oh hon," the woman says. "There's no more privacy here."

She leaves this side of the room and returns to her desk.

Before undressing, I look over at the patient on the bed who appears to be asleep. They have a surgical bouffant cap covering their hair and an anesthesia mask covering their face.

This patient must be here for one of the overnight stays.

You sit down on the bed and untie your combat boots. You place the pair at the end of your bed as instructed.

You leave your socks on, knowing that they'll match the costume. You had several pairs of hospital socks at home and had chosen to wear your red pair tonight.

You shimmy out of your leather skirt and flinch as you feel the cool air hit your privates. You fold the skirt as best you can, though you've never been skilled at folding. You deem the harness unfoldable and set it atop the skirt.

Before you can put the gown on, you hear a familiar voice say "Never expected to see you here."

You grimace and look down to the cage where Chad, your coworker, has a limb secured to each corner.

"I don't do this very often," you say. "Actually, this is my first time doing something like this. I used to be more adventurous with my partners but I've never done something this public."

"Well," Chad says. "You're definitely in for a fun night."

[foreverdolly]

𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐊 | 𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐜

𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭! 𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐱 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

At first sight, he had tried to rationalize your presence. Austin had his leather apron tied tightly around his slim waist, his  glasses pushed on top of his head as he tinkered away with his mortar and pestle. “Are you here to pick up a prescription. . . ?” After he had readjusted his glasses so that he might see the patron properly, he began to trail off. One might think that because Austin was attractive, that he must have courted his fair share of ladies in the past. This, however, was blatantly untrue. He wasn’t the most sociable creature. He was awkward around others, and found it difficult to carry normal conversations with non-academics. He never read the gossip column of the gazette, rarely attended any sort of parties that didn’t have to do with fundraisers for the science and medical department of the local college, and found himself overwhelmed with normal social cues. Pretty women were just that to him. Pretty women. They often regretted approaching him the second that they tried to make conversation. He found himself nervous by the newcomer, his blue eyes widening ever so softly, and his hand tightening around the marble pestle. His movements stilled all together, and for a second all he could do was stare. “Not exactly,” Your heels clicked softly against the wooden floors of his shop as you approached, your cheeks warming as you allowed your eyes to excitedly look around the large shop. There were herbs, spices, and oils that you had only ever dreamed of working with. Rare imports from all over the world that should have been impossible for a normal apothecarist to get their hands on. “I have a small health and wellness article in the local gazette, and I was dropping off the piece for tomorrow's paper just as you were leaving.” That did little to answer his question, and though he would have been short and to the point with anyone else, he found himself nodding along, imploring you to continue. He wasn’t sure why, but there was just something about you that intrigued him. You were one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen, but that wasn’t the reason for his tight chest and sweaty palms. He could tell that you were leagues above even the noblewomen that he had spoken to in the past. Your confidence, curious eyes, and obvious knowledge about the contents of his shop wasn’t the product of private tutoring or a public education.

You were just like him. 

Perhaps you two were friends, close confidants, or even lovers in a past life. There’s very little logic when it comes to love. It’s a chemical reaction. It’s a state of being so powerful that it can have physical reactions on the human body. There’s a sick sense of freedom in the possession of love. All Austin knew for certain was that you were the accomplice that he had been searching for, and that he was unwilling to let you and your non-judgemental eyes go any time soon. So against his better judgment, he stalked his way across his shop and locked the door. “You might want to sit down, because what I’m about to tell you will reshape the way you perceive both life and death.” 

And much to his relief, you leaned back against the wooden shelf, motioning for him to continue. 

Austin had never felt so overcome with admiration.

He often stayed cooped up in the library, hunched over his large oak desk, his rounded glasses perched on the edge of his nose. 

You found him most beautiful like that; soft lips parted and gently mouthing the words as he read, blue eyes narrowed on the page, the long fingers of his free hand pressed against his pale cheek. You had long-since decided that you could stare at him for hours. He had employed you to help him cheat death, and yet the only thing you truly found yourself experimenting with were the boundaries of your own emotions. There was bound to eventually be some sort of tension between the two of you, what with the sheer amount of time that you spent at each other’s sides. From the moment the both of you opened your eyes each morning, you were connected at the hip.

Ever so slowly he reached out, taking the sleeve of your dress in his hands before giving it a gentle pull so that you would be forced to shuffle towards him. You moved closer, your heart nearly pounding right out of your chest. “Right again, my dear. Honestly. . . I often think that I should be the one working for you.” You could have died and gone to heaven. Doctor Butler was a genius, and had been cited in many of the very same textbooks that you studied during your own years in college. You had always admired him for his forward way of thinking, and the progressive strides that he was taking in the world of academics. He thought that you were clever. He never once had talked down to you, and never elaborated during his ramblings unless asked. Austin Butler didn’t care that you were a woman, quite the contrary. He respected you even more because of it. He knew that you were wildly intelligent, and here he was. . . praising you. You could have melted into a pool a goo just beneath his feet.

Austin had never believed in a God, but there was something about you that made him want to change his mind. It was the way that you carried yourself that made his legs feel unsteady and his hands shaky. Your quick wit and sharp tongue made him want nothing more than to be given the opportunity to kneel at your feet in worship. Never in his life had he ever met his match in another person, but he had found that in you. It felt as though he had spent his entire life searching for a companion that could understand him and his endeavors, and here you were. Fate must have had a hand in the way that you had turned up on his doorstep. He had wished for a miracle every night before bed, and you had landed right in his lap. He wanted to shape his entire future around you. Your glorious laugh would be the soundtrack of his life, and your split-cheek smile the sun. Austin orbited around you. He woke up each morning when you did, eagerly getting himself dressed when he heard the creaking door to your own wardrobe just so that he could meet you out in the hall. Your doe-like eyes were still heavy with sleep, your cheeks an adorable warm shade of flushed that he wanted nothing more than to feel beneath his lips. 

Doctor Butler loved you to the point of constant pain. 

His chest was heavy with it.

[princess-of-the-corner]

So the TLDR is that healers are basically a health manager to heroes.

The healer basically acts as a personal physician for general injuries and as an in-between between for any specialists they need for the hero. They are in charge of keeping track of medications, allergies, past injuries, quirk complications, etc. They are also in charge of informing the specialists of these in case something they do has a conflict. The specialist can also pull rank if they think the doctor's orders will do more harm than good.

Agencies usually have a healer that keeps track of all the heroes under their payroll. If a hero becomes well-known the commission assigns them a healer. Unlike the agency healers who have to deal with all the heroes, the private healer usually has only 2-3 heroes. The downside is they usually the top heroes so they are always getting injured or the like. Ex: Mirko, Gang Orca, and Ryukyu all have the same exasperated healer.

Oh dope!

Honestly I don't usually have like. Healers specific to Heroes. Like they have their general doctors that they prefer and ones they go to for regular appointments, but they get hurt often enough that anything beyond 'get patched up by the EMTs and sent home' is just kinda whoever's on call at the moment.

But my thoughts on Healing Quirks are like.

They're very rare, but highly valued. Most will go into the medical field as a whole, partly because they tend to like to(yadda yadda Quirks matching the person) and partly due to pressure(both good like 'we'll give you a great deal on college tuition' and manipulative 'it'd be selfish to not use your power')

Once they complete med school and become a doctor, they'll be put where they're needed depending on how their Quirk works.

Someone like Recovery Girl is put on the first responders. Her Quirk being able to insta-heal(to an extent) means that she can save some people who got very injured. (while RG's isn't a full-on magic 'save from death', some can be and it still does plenty in the moment).

But then we have other Healers like my OC Yosuke! His Quirk does very little for major injuries. He might be able to save you from getting stitches from a kitchen slip, but he's not able to heal a bone in one go. But his Quirk /does/ work on longer exposure over time, making him focus on long-term care like physical therapy.