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[acsec]

rebooted the plasma machine❤️😉 gloomy and rainy day but still accomplished a lot.... ✅ école doctorale documents ✅ convention d’accueil ‘til 2021 ✅ ESA postdoc terminal report chemistry adventure starts 01 Dec... 😂😆 i’m so ready and excited na for this second PhD/doctorate truc 🥰 aminin ko na, meron pa din second thoughts about taking a second PhD, baka fear o takot lang, new field din kasi, tsaka cguro dahil mas mataas expectations sakin kahit wala naman na ako kailangang patunayan sa mundo... ‘nway this is a full-time research job naman (with contrat de travail) so wala bago sa ginagawa ko now as postdoc, mas mataas pa nga ng konti sweldo now as PhD student kesa nung postdoc ako... i trust the Lord that this is part of his plan for me ❤️lahat naman nadadan sa dasal 🙏🏽 hindi ko naman to hiningi, kusang dumating lang din ❤️ enjoy na lang din perks of being a student while at the same time full-time employee 😜 #amazingadventuresofbeaujethro #filipinoscientist #phd #secondphd #happiness #excited #physicist #chemist #physics #chemistry #science #plasma #plasmaphysics #plasmachemistry #doctorate #seconddoctorate #docdocdoc #thankful #grateful #mercipèrecéleste #thankyouheavenlyfather (at Nice, France) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bp2P1ARhzjd/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=10x2wzvg5fmat

[tyomart]

Street art Saratov, 2019 . . . . . #saratov #street #crosswalk #colors #summer #onthego #doc #documentary #moments #docdocdoc #documentaryphoto #russia #streetart (at Saratov, Russia) https://www.instagram.com/p/BzxyN9foChH/?igshid=1282nh2ljc1yw

[doctorgerth]

Doc!!! DocDocDoc oh boy do I have a thought for you!!! (And to any of my fellow chubby Killer simps out there) I would like my darling chubby readers to know that Killer 100% does not judge anybody based on looks or makes fun of them (why would he? He's so insecure about his own face/laugh). Also, he will NOT hesitate to slice a b*tch for saying anything remotely judgemental to or about you. You couldn't ask for a more supportive man!!

I also like to think that if his s/o struggles with negative self-talk about their body image, he'd do everything in his power to help them be less mean to themselves. Because he loves them and it breaks his heart to see the way they beat themselves up!! So even if it means you two have to work on your negative body image self-talk together (his is about his face/laugh ofc), he'll do it. And you work together to help each other with your insecurities, gently and lovingly, and like all things, it's easier because he's holding your hand. :)

Love and hugs to you and all my fellow chubby readers out there

agsjdndnjs thank you so much for this!!!! this is so comforting and reassuring and for a character who is usually regarded as stoic and scary…it makes me so incredibly soft! I used to be a mega killer simp — still am, it’s just died down a lil lol — and this has given me life and makes me feel better about my chubs <3

two insecure babies coming together to build each other up and develop confidence in themselves!! wholesome content!!

I wish I had more to say, but I think you’ve expressed this idea wonderfully! thank you for taking the time to leave this positive message. we need more reassurances like this! all my love and hugs for you, sweet friend! 💕

[shaydoc]

God i cant stop staring at that comic. Its so beautiful. The vibes are PERFECT. The dulled look in my eyes, the enroaching vines??? The cute little broen bites under the noses!! Everything is so GOOD i love it!! - doc

aaaAAA DOCDOCDOC thank you…!! i! i saw these in my inbox last night but was going to bed and,, aaa,,,

im,, really, really bad at words right now but. i keep,, aaaa, doc you’re,, a really nice person,,,

um! okay! so, the comic was fun to do, especially that last panel, because um. i was kind of picturing it as like,, it being very clear that it wasn’t You moving or talking, like that you looked completely dissociated and didnt physically emote very well, just,, kind of. very uncanny? to give the, the clear impression of “oh shit doc’s possessed” (pardon my language ashdxdhfg,,, which. feels weird to apologise for because leo swears a lot–) and like, maybe as the conversation continued J would be getting more comfortable being in control of you / getting more used to your body and start gesturing/emoting/etc but still not in a way you yourself would so it would still be weird and just, “something is wrong” vibes even though J doesnt mean any harm

and um,, i, havent been, too stressed out by it? like, like now i know youre okay and its just rp stuff ^w^;; i was. a little worried near the start of it because i didnt know what was going on but,, J is. actually very nice! which is,, a. a nice change from the other entities on the server, haha,,,

this is a lot of words im sorry!! im just, . im … im really glad you like it… and im. im. im really… im really grateful you keep looking out for me. it.. means a lot to me. both,, both as , as shay and. as shadoc.

thank you doc 💛

[illusion-of-sea-axes]

I forgot WIP Wednesday last week but I return with more Cyborg!Wash and nightmares! 

Tucker finds it kinda weird, having the Freelancer on bed rest, Washington resigns himself to it, and Caboose subjects him to whatever board games he left behind in the base. Which consists of Monopoly, a deck of cards, and Sorry!

Caboose doesn’t get the joke.

 But at least it keeps the two of them occupied while Tucker finishes observing what they have in the armory and the surrounding area. It’s weirdly quiet, considering the chaos his last few days were swept up in. It’s kinda disconcerting. Especially with Donut being gone. 

The second night in, Washington wakes up screaming. 

It’s terrifying. Tucker wouldn’t be able to recall his dream, the one that he was viciously torn out of to the sound of the most bloodcurdling screaming he’s ever heard. The horror movie screams were never quite like these. Not even Caboose’s Omega Nightmares after everything in Blood Gulch were never like this. 

His sword is in his hand before he even knows where the screaming’s coming from. Tucker’s still in his bodysuit (sleeping out of armor feels weird enough after the past few months) as he charges out of his room, sword alight in the darkness. 

The closest example Tucker can compare this noise to was when the warthog flipped and tore Washington in two, but— 

“Washington!” Tucker charges for the man’s room. He has no clue what to expect, what could possibly have happened. 

  There’s nothing in the room. There is nothing that Tucker can see in the door of Washington’s room, in the glow of his sword, except Washington screaming. Screaming and screaming and— 

Hands, clawing and scrabbling at the bandages along his chest, the divider between skin and metal— 

“Wash!” Doc nearly gets his torso cut in half, appearing behind Tucker without so much as a noise. “Oh— Oh, no, another— Tucker, get the lights!” Doc orders, rushing to the thrashing Freelancer’s side, and Tucker does. 

The first thing Tucker recognizes is the blood, bright and red on Washington’s fingernails as he screams and claws. Doc lashes out, tries to grab hold of them. All while screaming Washington’s name over and over.    

Doc doesn’t even yelp as he’s shoved aside, hard. 

“Doc!” The man catches himself on the crate they’d remade into a nightstand. 

“Get— his wrists, Tucker, you’re stronger, get his wrists!”

“What?”

“You heard me!”

Doc lunges forward again with determination. Tucker drops his sword into his pocket, the blade vanishing without his thumb over the power button, and rushes to take the Freelancer’s wrists into his. 

Washington’s is strong. His arms jerk, hard, against Tucker’s hold, but he forces them up and overhead. Doc presses a hand into Washington’s chest, shoving the man back against his bed.   

“Wash, Wash do you hear me? It’s Doc! Washington! Wake up!” Doc was screaming now, close to Washington’s face, eyes blown wide, while Tucker shoved all of his weight into pinning the man’s wrists above his head.  

Doc’s hand smacks, hard, against Washington’s chest.

The desperate inhale that follows throws a pit into Tucker’s stomach as he watches Washington’s eyes snap open. 

 Washington gasps, head snapping back against the pillow as he presumably processes what’s happening. 

“Doc— Doc—” It comes out in a desperate choked wheeze, eyes burning under the bright lights of the room. “Doc— Doc, Doc, DocDocDoc—!” The name tangles in Washington’s desperate rambling, eyes not even on the man’s face. 

“Easy, easy, Wash, I’m here. I’m right here.” The medic’s hand move to Washington’s shoulder

“L— le’go… Le’ me go.” He chokes out, eyes squeezed shut as he continues twisting about, fingers stretching and failing to do much more than smear droplets of Washington’s blood on Tucker’s hands. His legs don’t move, they just rock with the momentum.  

“I— Do you know your name?” 

“M’ stomach— bleeding—”

“Your name. C’mon, you can say it, you know it.” It sounds more like a desperate plea coming out of Doc, one that has Tucker concerned beyond what he should be. 

“W— Washington, I’m Washington, please— help, help me— Bleeding—”

“You’re not bleeding, Wash.” That’s a lie. The proof is getting all over the backs of Tucker’s hands. “You’re not bleeding. It was a nightmare.”

“N— I— I feel it, I feel it—!” Washington gasped, twisting his shoulders. 

“No, Wash, I’m right here. I am right here, you’re not bleeding, remember where you are? Remember?”

“I— Val— Valhalla— I’m in— Valhalla.”

“Yes, Wash, Valhalla. You’re in Valhalla. You’re safe.” 

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[armeniaitn]

Photo of Armenian soldier wins prize at World Press Photo contest

New Post has been published on https://armenia.in-the.news/society/photo-of-armenian-soldier-wins-prize-at-world-press-photo-contest-72117-16-04-2021/

Photo of Armenian soldier wins prize at World Press Photo contest

Vaghinak Ghazaryan, World Press Photo via AP

Photo of an Armenian soldier resting on a plastic cover in a trench has won the third prize in the Contemporary Issues Singles category at the World Press Photo contest.

The photo titled Resting Soldier was taken by Vaghinak Ghazaryan (AP) in the northeastern part of Syunik, Nerkin Khndzoresk, Armenia, on 31 October 2020 during the second Artsakh War.

Vaghinak Ghazaryan (1974) is an Armenian freelance photographer based in Yerevan.

He graduated from the department of film and photography at the Academy of TV and Radio, Yerevan, Armenia in 2004 and the Art Criticism and Curatorial Studies School at AICA, Armenia in 2011. 

From 2001 to 2003 Ghazaryan worked as a full-time photographer for the Armenpress News Agency.

Ghazaryan has received grants and awards from organizations including the Documentary Photography Production grant from the Open Society Foundations in 2013, the Tatevik- Grand Prix, Tvapatum in 2019 and Stories About Changes at the Media Initiatives Center, Armenia in 2019 among others.

He currently collaborates with 4plus.org Documentary Photography Center and visits documentary and photojournalism online courses organized by Docdocdoc School of Modern Photography.

Read original article here.

[drstrangegrove]

Hey Docdocdoc you want a free organic? I've got this, uh- Frog! This frog on me and I think it should have a good home! And you look like just the bot!

Frog?  Hn….  ‘Good’ might not be the right word for it… but I could certainly provide it a home.