#doctor barrows

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Were you previously aware...

That as well as running The Chop Shop, Doctor Barrows serves as Underworld's mayor? His civic duties are often take a backseat due to the small nature of the town.

You can read more about him here

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Title: It's Just the End of the World Again Fandom: Fallout 3 Category: Gen Rating: T Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, martyrdom, underage drinking, blood and injury, mention of euthanasia. Characters/Relationships: Lone Wanderer & Butch DeLoria, Doctor Barrows, Nurse Graves. Additional Tags: Post-Game, Post-Broken Steel DLC, Angst, Illness, Denial, Grief, Trauma, Ghouls, Ghoulification, Underworld (Fallout). Word Count: 4,716

How did he live with this when he wasn't sure he knew how to go on living in the first place? (Ever since the completion of Project Purity the Lone Wanderer has been holding on by a thread. When that thread finally snaps, Underworld is the only safe place for him to fall.)

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Learn your history!!!!

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☢️The ghouls of Fallout 3☢️

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*pointing* That's my emotional support trainwreck.

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Some screencaps from finishing the game this past holiday! Hadn't been able to complete it because of comp issues, so it was nice to finally actually play through the thing lol. I admire all the little details that are easy to walk past. Hopefully the folks making the game had a fun time with it all

Also tried to jot down the songs on the back of the record covers, but I did it by taking screenshots and looking at them later. I couldn't make a lot of them out (like Stormriders), and missed Roddy's cover entirely while screenshoting! :( But I managed to get the bulk of the collection. Listed below the cut - it's fun to think of it as extra worldbuilding, and maybe useful for any fanfic writers lol.

Edit! Roddy cover obtained >:3 Now included in the below list heehee

Blast Processor Side A - 198X - Revolution - The Lie - Memories of Last Monday Side B - Digital Overload - Rewind - Echoes

David Scopo Side One - Moonlight - Walk Along the Pier - Rolling with the Cat - Reflections Side Two - Train to Train - Wham, Bam, Grandstam - Refresh - Devil in the Details

The Flow Side A - Crying for Help Side B - Crying for Help (Live)

The Late Night Lurkers Side 1 - If You Dare - Escort Me - You and I - Neon Bliss Side 2 - A Steamy Encounter - Late Night Drive - Night Time Lovin' - Sandy's Song

Knife and EZ Side A - Stab in the Twilight - Running from the Light - Blanket of Darkness - Peace of Mind Side B - Surviving the Night - Hope Will Find You - The Glimmer of Morning - Daybreak

Smooth Side A - Word - Whisper - Think - Maddening Side B - Listen - Worry - Wavelength - Finale

Vice Side A - I'm Coming to Getcha Side B - Look Out, Here I Come

The Barn Finds Side One - Long Ride Home - Ukulele Out of Hell - Old Dusty Trail - Shellfish Goodbye Side Two - Standoff - A Fistful of Coins - High Noon in Hokko - Mexican RockOff

Caged Tiger Side A - One Last Goodbye - Embrace - A Beast in a Snow Storm - Leaves in the Wind Side B - Voyage of Fools - Headbangers - Culinary King

Roddy Snatcher Side A - Final Breath - The Worm - Hell Let Love - Memories of a Rumble Side B - Kevin's Lament - Ode to Burt - Music With My Friends - Walk Along the Gallows

The Hang-Ups Side A - Let Me Go - Out on a Wing Side B - Killed 3 Times - Dancing in the Devil's Palm - Golden Ratio

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My brain just said "Thomas Barrowman" and I think it means I'd like to see a version of Downton Abbey where Thomas the mean gay footman is played by John Barrowman, probably in a similar way to how he plays Jack Harkness in Doctor Who.

My brain has not yet told me how the story will actally go from that premise.

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The Card - a very silly Barris Drabble (modern AU setting)

The idea isn't mine, I got it from a repost of one of my posts from @dysfunctional-deity. Thank you for the inspiration, I had a lot of fun while writing this.

Disclaimer: This is short and silly. Please don't expect too much. This is just an idea what a 'royal household card' could be useful for.

@barris-event-blog

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'Damn it!'

The pain-stricken scream, followed by a deafening clatter of metal on stone resounds through the small cottage, bringing Richard Ellis rudely back from his daydreams.

It has been a very nice dream. He has been strolling hand in hand with Thomas through the park in York, the sun beating down on them in pleasant temperatures. They have kissed in the shade of a large fir tree, Thomas' hands on his hips, his own cupping Thomas' cheek.

Thomas's lips on his own. Slightly rough and full of that smell which is so typical of the butler and which Richard won't get enough of for a hundred years.

That smell of cigarettes and Mrs Patmore's famous chocolate biscuits, which make Richard's mouth water just thinking about them.

But now that warm feeling of security and safety of his own dreams has disappeared so abruptly that Richard feels as if someone has dipped his head in ice water. The only thing that remains is the slight shiver and the cold goose bumps that have formed at the scream, which has clearly come from the kitchen and can only have come from Thomas.

The cry that can only come from Thomas… Only from Thomas…

Shit!

Now Richard's brain clicks and the valet is on his feet faster than he realises. As if in a trance, he stumbles down the corridor to the kitchen, his blood cold in his veins, his brain blank. Just that one, small voice in the back of his mind.

'Thomas!'

When Richard arrives in the small kitchen, his face red with shock and anxiety, the first thing he notices is his boyfriend standing in front of the sink, running cold water over his scarlet forearm.

Something in Richard's stomach tightens painfully at the sight and within seconds he is standing next to the butler, hugging his hips from behind.

'Thomas… Thomas, what happened? Are you all right? Are you hurt? Do I need to call Dr Clarkson?'

The questions gush out of his mouth like a waterfall and out of the corner of his eye he notices the corners of Thomas' mouth twitch suspiciously.

'It's all right. I overestimated myself making tea and spilled the boiling hot water over a small part of my arm. But I'm fine. It doesn't hurt too much and is only a little reddend. I'm going to cool it with cold water for a few minutes.'

But Richard seems anything but reassured. On the contrary. All colour suddenly disappears from his face and he gestures tentatively to Thomas' injured arm.

'May I?'

In reply, Thomas merely holds out his arm and Richard carefully touches the hot skin and reaches for a wet kitchen towel, which he carefully wraps around Thomas' arm. He doesn't miss the fact that Thomas instinctively flinches at the physical contact.

'I'm sorry, I'm so sorry', Richard whispers and runs his hand tentatively over the reddened skin. Thomas' hand trembles imperceptibly under his touch and Richard cups Thomas' cheek with his right hand and gently runs it over Thomas' cheekbone. As if to reassure the butler.

'You needn't have bothered. Now you're hurt. Because of me.'

Thomas rolls his eyes in annoyance. 'As I told you before, Richard, it's only a slight burn. Nothing I'm going to die from. And besides, I would go to any trouble for you. You know that.'

Thomas' gaze is warm and loving and Richard has to hold on strongly not to kiss him right there and then. Instead he looks anxiously at Thomas' arm before he seems to make a decision.

'We're going to see Dr Clarkson.'

'Richard, it's nothing.'

'Don't argue!'

With these words he holds out his outstretched hand to Thomas and gently pulls him into the hallway of their little cottage. He stops at the clothes rack and reaches for Thomas' warm winter jacket before holding it out invitingly for him.

'Here you are, Mr Barrow'

'Charmer' Thomas grins and slips into the jacket, careful not to let the cooling cloth slip.

With a smug smile, Richard finally holds the door open for him and with an affectionate glance at the valet, Thomas steps over the threshold.

'You're a hopeless romantic, Richard.'

'And you love me for it' he replies.

In reply, he just receives an affectionate peck in the side.

The waiting room is packed when the two show up at the small practice in York. Countless men and women sit on the hard wooden chairs, waiting to be treated.

'I think we should leave', Thomas murmurs with a queasy look at the waiting patients 'They must need treatment more urgently than I do.'

But without listening to Thomas' protests, Richard crosses the waiting room quickly, dragging Thomas behind him, almost slamming into the doctor who is just leaving the treatment room.

'Mr. Ellis? Won't you sit down first? I have many more patients waiting to be treated, I'll take care of you as soon as I have time.'

Richard's smile, otherwise so perfect and friendly, almost drips from his face as he stares at Doctor Clarkson with an incredulous and incredibly disappointed look.

'Dr. Clarkson, this is an emergency! You see, Mr. Barrow has burnt his arm making tea. We have already cooled the area, but it is still red.'

Now Clarkson's gaze falls for the first time on the butler, who looks embarrassed at the tips of his feet. He is almost embarrassed to be making such a fuss over a minor burn while men with crutches and twisted body parts sit here in the waiting room waiting to be treated.

Out of the corner of his eye, Thomas could swear he sees Dr Clarkson roll his eyes before he notices the doctor's voice 'Is the area just reddened? No sign of blisters or pustules?'

'No, nothing' Richard replies.

'Then why don't you sit down for a moment. I'll be with you as soon as I've finished with my other patients.'

Dr. Clarkson's voice is calm and friendly, but Richard gives him a look that would do justice to an enemy.

With a tense expression on his face, Richard reaches into his jacket pocket. Thomas, his eyes closed, sends a silent prayer to heaven, murmuring 'No, please don't.'

But his prayers are not answered. Unfortunately.

Because after just a few seconds Richard has found what he was looking for, and with a triumphant grin he holds a business card under Clarkson's nose.

His card. The card of the royal household.

With an attentive look, Richard holds out the card to Dr. Clarkson, who merely examines it with an amused grin.

'As I said, please sit down first.'

Richard's look is so indignant that Thomas has to stifle his laughter. But Clarkson seems to be at the end of his tether by now. Sighing, he turns to Thomas.

'Mr. Barrow, I see no reason to believe that your burns are serious. The important thing now is simply to cool the area constantly and treat it with ointment. If you do not have any at home, contact the nurse and she will provide you with one. Also, lots of time with a loved one is really important now. Lots of love and comfort are recommended. At least for the next three days.

And Mr. Barrow… Please tell Mr. Ellis I would prefer not to be threatened with the royal houshold card all the time he shows up in my waiting room. I do care to take injuries of all kinds seriously, but I too must prioritise my work. I have already been told by Mrs. Taylor of the bakery across the street that her clientele has noticeably dwindled since Mr. Ellis has been pushing his way through the queue unannounced, card extended in front of him. With all due respect to the royal palace, this is probably not the way to make friends here.'

At the sight of Richard's reddened and shocked expression, Thomas has to stifle a laugh.

Between two deep breaths he finally says in a trembling voice 'I'll tell Mr. Ellis. Thank you for your help, Dr Clarkson.'

'No problem. Thank you too, Mr. Ellis', Clarkson replies, his voice as dry as the sand in the Sahara.

With his head reddening, Thomas pulls Richard out of the practice behind him until they finally stop at the front door. It is only here that Thomas' tension is released and he falls into a hysterical fit of laughter, during which he has to rest his hands on his knees in order not to fall over directly. Richard, on the other hand, looks as if he has bitten into a lemon.

When Thomas has calmed down again, he gently lays a hand on Richard's cheek and says with a grin 'Don't worry about it. I'm sure Dr. Clarkson isn't angry with you. He probably just had the time of his life. So did I, by the way.'

'I'm an idiot', Richard replies, shaking his head and looking down in shame. But Thomas firmly grips his chin and forces the valet to look him in the eye.

'Perhaps. But you are my idiot.'

This sentence also makes Richard grin and with a determined step in Thomas' direction, he cups Thomas' cheek with his hand and lays his lips on the butler's.

The kiss is soft and gentle and Thomas loses himself in the feeling of standing here, with Richard in his arms, so safe and sheltered.

He is safe here. Here he is home. Here he is understood.

Without words. Without contradiction. Without prejudice. Without being judged for his feelings.

When they finally separate again, both slightly out of breath from the sudden kiss, Thomas carefully reaches for Richard's hand.

'And now off home! After all, Dr Clarkson didn't prescribe me lots of love and security for nothing.'

And who could say no to this charming grin and inviting wink?

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‘General Venture dating headcanons!

Authors note; literally wrote all of this during my genocide and holocaust studies class.… I’m going to hell…Also guys idk whether to use “y/n” or not like I can’t help but cringe… is it corny or no gah idk ALSO AUGHHH IM SUCH A LIAR im literally so behind on all my assignments!!!! And I still have requests to do whatever whatever enjoy!!!

They’re very secure as a person (and they trust you lots!) so I don’t think they’d get easily jealous but when they are they're sneaky with it, they’d be the type to like sabotage lolol

“Do you think I have a chance?”

“Oh with (____) ? Yea sure but just so y’know they were only recently discharged from the psyche ward…”

“Oh…”

“Yea… doctors said they’d never be the same ..… poor thing…..

( ＾◡＾)”

They’re actually just the sweetest most understanding s/o ever like genuinely let them know all your of worries, share all your burdens, they happily will!!

Will DIE if they ever made you upset. Like would start genuinely tweaking and going crazy. Will buy every gift and write so many letters apologizing for whatever they’d done until you’re happy again

Even worse if they make you mad like omg ESPECIALLY IF UR GIVING THEM THE SILENT TREATMENT

do be expecting them outside your window with a boombox on their head playing some old romantic Spanish saop opera song

They seem like the type who can’t cook for shit (I’m projecting here) BUT they will try just for you! They’ll attempt to cook your favorite foods… please lie to them!!

Absolutely loves to spoil / do things for you but if you do the same they freak out, lots of ‘You shouldn’t have!’s and ‘Shuckssss teehehehe’

Of COURSEEE gifts you lots of pretty rocks!!! Constantly. Your house might have a random rock in every corner but hey what can you do? what’s that? Refuse to take it? Yea if you want them to die!!!! You might as well have just ripped their heart out! just say you hate them and never wanna see them ever again!!!

Speaking of… lots of dramatics. However they’re smart enough to know when to stop so it’s not to the point of being annoying or anything! They can’t help but be playful, it’s in their blood

Not only are they a terrible cook but they're a terrible driver as well, there's definitely a hidden drawer filled with all their tickets... somebody get them off the damn road!

Treats the drill like a pet lol, y'know those jokes about pitbulls named princess? That's for sure what's going on here. Yea it's a dangerously massive drill meant to effortlessly barrow through solid ground but it's also their little meowmeow so?? Their admiral turbo meowington? If you suggest they wash it from all the dirt and grime they'll pout and say something stupid like; "but but flufflestiltskin hates the bath"

That's all I can think of right now but I'm sure there's more cooking in the back of my head!! Hope you like it, this was rlly fun lolol (IM SO IN LOVE WITH THEM SOMEONE SEDATE ME.)

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this part……what if you had find creepy doctor in a spooky barrow at 6 but brat summer at 7

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Every character Jeremy Jordan plays just becomes a silly little guy by virtue of the Jeremy Jordan Is A Silly Little Guy Principle. And the characters get sillier if he returns to the character

Jack Kelly - silly little guy with newspapers (silly guyified between OBC and proshot)

Clyde Barrow - silly guy with a gun (soooo much sillier of a guy in proshot vs OBC)

Dr Pomatter -silly little doctor guy

JM Barrie - silly goofy little guy with bonus trauma ending

Seymour Krelborn - the og silly little guy and Jeremy makes him the silliest

Jay Gatsby - a very silly little guy (the only role I’ve seen him in live and can confirm indeed very silly)

Winn Schott - very silly little guy

Hazbin Hotel - the absolute silliest little guy

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Doctor Valeris gave a quick, cool press of the hand, and gestured me to a chair. “Tell me what happened,” she said, with no further preamble. I closed my eyes — on the insides of my eyelids danced scenes of glory and conquest, as they had for the past three weeks - and tilted my head back. “I’d hired out as a guard to an archaeologist up in the steppes. We spent a week riding around barrows, with nothing more than a couple of wolves to bother us. Then he reread a text or something, and pointed us further north. Have you been up there, doctor? Probably not. It’s so big. The sky, sure, but everything. No trees for a hundred miles, just you and the horse and a few mounds where no one alive has walked for three hundred years, and the wind. I remember there was one tree, though, where it shouldn’t be. It was the tallest thing there, and it felt like a mountain. An oak, tall and straight despite the wind that had scoured anything taller than a barberry bush off the face of the world. The archaeologist bent and scraped some earth off a rock between its roots. He pulled a crowbar off his horse’s equipment and pried it up. ‘After you,’ he said, and I went down. That’s when the ghost entered me.” The doctor nodded. “Let me read the statement back to you. ‘I had been entombed under the strength of oak for centuries. I had begun to fear that I would never again feel a horse surge into a gallop under me, or the wind in my hair; that I had failed the ritual; that the promises of the gods were naught but lies.’” She paused. A muscle in my jaw clenched and then relaxed, but I stayed quiet. “’At last there came a breath of fresh air: a wind from the outside, and with it, a bright spirit. Ah, I thought, the gods spoke true. I am fortunate indeed. She is my kin, and she will serve me well. She is thrice bound to me.’” The doctor waited for a response. “That’s not what I said,” I told her, firmly. “No,” Valeris responded. “But it’s what I heard."

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10 characters, 10 fandoms

rules: list your ten favorite characters from ten separate fandoms, then tag ten people!

I was tagged by @the-tenth-arcanum <3

Anne Shirley from Anne of Green Gables/Anne with an E

Merlin from BBC's Merlin

Thomas Barrow from Downton Abbey

Donna Noble from Doctor Who

Spock from Star Trek TOS

Elena Alvarez from One Day at a Time

Sherlock Holmes from A. C. Doyle's Holmes series

Sydney Novak from I Am Not Okay With This

Jo March from Little Women

Quinni Gallagher-Jones from Heartbreak High

I'm tagging (no pressure): @vickythestrange @tansyuduri @poisonedfate @dryadalisliv @aroseydream @knight-gwaine @kajaono @themoonovercamelot

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Trick(s) & T(h)reats

Chapter 1: Recruiting Charon

Warnings: mild gore/pain, injuries, and nausea Rated E for everyone

Description: Trixie discovers a grumpy, uncooperative ghoul in the corner of the Ninth Circle. Never one to backdown from helping a fellow survivor in need, she does whatever it takes to set him free. Can she make a difference in a ghoul's life without losing her own in the process?

About Trixie

Chapter 2 is posted

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Ordinary Scholar Simulator

prologue

How to ruin someone’s day

Dottore x gn / gender neutral reader smau

He is so annoying.

A common sentiment thought by the med student.

Dottore hates Baizhu. If that isn't obvious from the way he is currently glaring holes into the back of his head. Waiting for the lecture to start. Well, maybe hates a strong word for it… Dottore would argue that he doesn’t care about Baizhu. That he just thinks Baizhu is annoying for the way he's so unserious.

How can he always be helping others like that? He should just focus on his studies. The noise of chattering coming from the people surrounding the green-haired man makes him grind his teeth.

Ugh, His brows furrowed, why can’t they shut up and save this for later? He’s never able to get a second of peace, is he?

No, it definitely isn’t exaggerative to say he hates Baizhu. But how can he not hate him? Dottore works hard. Whether it is at his part-time job or with his studies. He spends all of his time working! He has to be at the top of his classes!

So there's no room for pointless discussions with complete strangers. Or the ridiculous outings Pantalone is always trying to invite him to. He can’t have distractions if he wants to be the very best. He has to be the best. He IS the very best.

So how, pray tell, is Baizhu always at the top, when all he does is have and create distractions? Always helping others around him with explanations and tips. Always socializing with pea-brained individuals.

He saw his Instagram story of him at a party last night even! ..What? Why was he looking at Baizhu's account? Shut up! That's beside the point!

Does the man never study? He obviously isn’t serious about being a doctor. So why are his grades impeccable?! Managing to surpass Dottore. He swears that the professors have something out for him. Giving him lower scores on purpose.

He must be cheating. Or maybe he's close with the professors? He does talk to lots of people.

Wait…

His hand stops tapping angrily against the table. Why is he thinking about this so hard? This is exactly what he means when he says Baizhu creates distractions!

With a clenched jaw, he picks up his phone and earbuds and starts looking for something to drown out the noisy room.

Maybe he should do something to ruin Baizhu’s day later. Yeah.. that sounds good.

Another thing Dottore hates is his job.

Having to interact with all these people. Standing there and listening to angry customers. Cleaning up the mess people make in the cafe. It’s all so draining.

Unfortunately, the job is necessary. His roommate Pantalone always offers to pay for everything but he doesn’t want to owe him anything.

He's getting ready to start his shift when he spots a few people walking in. Wait, he froze, Why the hell is he here?

He stares for a little before realizing he should be taking orders right now.

It’s late when he notices that Baizhu has now fallen asleep on top of the table. The people still in the cafe are either studying or friends quietly talking.

He walks over to the table Baizhu is at to pick up the plate and glass sitting on the table. Located in the back corner of the cafe further away from the others.

There were papers scattered with a laptop opened up and sat to the side. Baizhus's hair sprawled out on the table as he rested his head on his folded arms.

He's finally studying, yet he let himself fall asleep. Tch Dottore huffs as he looks down on the sleeping man. Getting an idea, he looks around at the cafe.

Nobody’s looking, they’re all distracted.

He reaches into his mouth and takes the gum out. Reaching for a lock of the green hair he rubs the minty gum into it. This will definitely ruin his day.

Dottore reaches over, picks up the dishes, and walks away.

If you’re shocked right now, don’t be. This isn’t the first time he’s done this. From bumping into him while holding drinks, asking to barrow things and “losing them” or always interrupting him. Dottore is always trying to mess up Baizhus day.

Just earlier that day Dottore had to hold himself back from laughing because he saw the person sitting near Baizhu accidentally spill their drink all over his notes.

Dottore happily left work that day. Maybe it isn’t too bad.

The next day, he notices Baizhu fidgeting by the door. As if he’s waiting for someone to come. And someone does.

Who is that?

Dottores's eyebrows are drawn together, eyes squinting as he tries to figure out who the person is. They brought Baizhu a bag filled with some stuff, and he smiled once he saw them. Not one of those fake pleasant ones. They must know each other.

Oh, that’s right, he has seen some posts on Baizhu's account of the two together. With the way he hugs them and is drawn closer to them, they must be close. Giggling like that and grabbing their arm.

Does he have a crush on them or something? How pathetic.

Sitting quietly he tries to listen in on their conversation. But a sudden thought comes to mind. Could he ruin this for Baizhu too?

Notes:

Listened to bored by Deftones while writing this

It also wasnt until i started writing the prologue that i realized this kinda sounds like an enemies to lovers between Dottore and Baizhu but i swear its not hes just a freak like that (Freak? 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 dottore…)

Please let me know your thoughts and make sure to reblog and all that!

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💥 Trivia Tuesday 💥

Did you know? Patchwork is the town drunk of underworld, who also happens to constantly lose his limbs! Doctor Barrows is constantly reattaching his limbs for him. You can learn more about Patchwork on his wiki page!