#mcat score release

[premeddiaryy]

Hi!! This is my intro post:)

🪺🦋🧸🩵🩻🪼

I’m 20 years old (she/her) and going to be a junior in college majoring in molecular and cellular biology and minoring in anthropology.

I’m on the premed track, which is why I made this account. I wanted to hold myself accountable and I don’t really enjoy social media but I like the space I’ve created for myself on Tumblr that doesn’t make it too addicting.

Some of my goals for this summer🩵

-get an A in my summer psych class!

-watch every Studio Ghibli movie in order of release

-MCAT studying!! (I haven’t taken physics or biochem yet so I can’t really give myself a goal score)

-consistently journal

-spend more time outside

-eat more protein (I’m vegetarian)

Some random facts about me🩵

I’m an INTJ and a Libra

I love anime, kdrama’s and period pieces

I love to read! My favorite series is The Poppy War by RF Kuang and I’m a huge fantasy nerd

I love video games even tho I’m kind of new to them, I’ve finished Hades and am currently playing Hades II and Risk of Rain 2, and I enjoy Valorant as a break when studying and for hours on weekends!

[vomitdodger]

Long and thorough article. Choice paragraphs below showing every step of the way is compromised:

“In May 2021, the AMA released its Organizational Strategic Plan to Embed Racial Justice and Advance Health Equity, “dedicated to embedding racial justice” in all medical practice. Among the plans key priorities is one whose implications for medical education and medical school admissions are readily apparent: “Develop structures and processes to consistently center the experiences and ideas of historically marginalized (women, LGBTQ+, people with disabilities, International Medical Graduates) and minoritized (Black, Indigenous, Latinx, Asian and other people of color) physicians.”

The medical profession’s leaders, almost without exception or dissent, now vigorously enforce this new orthodoxy of anti-racism. Most notably, they have designed and implemented a new version of medical education explicitly grounded in ideology rather than scientific excellence. In pursuit of this project, the president of the AAMC (which accredits U.S. medical schools) and the chair of the AAMC’s Council of [Medical School] Deans stated publicly in July 2022: “We believe this topic [Diversity, Equity, and Inclusion] deserves just as much attention from learners and educators at every stage of their careers as the latest scientific breakthroughs.”

The AAMC’s DEI Competencies, issued in October 2021, details the new required social justice skills that medical students must acquire. In addition, the AAMC has discouraged the use of the rigorous Medical College Admissions Test (MCAT) as a filter to help select medical students. Dozens of the 158 allopathic (MD granting) U.S. medical schools have made the MCAT optional. Several medical schools, including the prestigious University of Pennsylvania, have programs to admit students from designated “underrepresented” identity groups without requiring the submission of MCAT scores at all. The MCAT itself has been revised to include social justice questions that are easy to ace because the answers are always the same: structural racism is the cause of any group disparities that disfavor underrepresented groups. But even this re-engineered test shows persistent group disparities in test scores, which means that Asian applicants must score almost 4 times higher than black applicants to have an equal chance of admission.”

The MCAT was the only aspect of the entire application process which demonstrated true aptitude for a science/medical based curriculum. And they’re largely doing away with it.

And it isn’t just medical schools. The indoctrination and dumbing down of standards continues through residency/fellowship and practice. Example: This is how certain hospitals come to the forefront to promote the trans mutilation. Brigham and Womens Hospital in Boston being one of the worst.

Emergency Medicine is another example. EM is represented by ACEP:

👆the president of ACEP (black female naturally-not a racist comment-just an observation for a demographic that is less than 5% of emergency medicine physicians) actively OPPOSES that anti-DEI legislation.

And to prevent trolls citing the usual lazy dumb denial of sOuRcE???? for that 5% statistic, here it is:

[localtwinflame]

I thought that like post-mcat and grad apps I’d be chilling but I’m just nervous all over abt announcements & score release BLEH

[titanlomo]

Princeton review mcat practice test difficulty 2017

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#Princeton review mcat practice test difficulty 2017 registration#

Note that the name on the ID card must match the name used during registration. To complete registration, an individual will need a debit or credit card (VISA or MasterCard) and a government issued ID. They can schedule the exam and choose a test location near them. From here, test takers can provide their personal and background information.

#Princeton review mcat practice test difficulty 2017 registration#

The first step is to create an AAMC account online to use the MCAT Registration System.

#Princeton review mcat practice test difficulty 2017 how to#

Given the financial and time costs to take the MCAT, it's important to understand how the test works, and how to get registered. A sample question might explain a psychological theory and then ask the test taker to correctly apply it to a particular situation.ĭuration in Minutes 10 or 30 (the longer break is for lunch) This portion of the MCAT looks at how well the test taker understands the biological and psychological factors that affect an individual's perception of the world, as well as their health and behavior. Psychological, Social and Biological Foundations of Behavior For example, a question might give a hypothetical scenario about a medical experiment and ask for an answer that explains the results. This section looks at the test taker's knowledge of biochemistry and biology, as well as the ability to apply that knowledge to scientific contexts. The typical question involves asking the test taker to read a written passage, then answer questions about what they just read.īiological and Biochemical Foundations of Living Systems The CARS portion of the MCATs is the most similar to other standardized exams in that it tests the individual's verbal reasoning and reading comprehension skills. For example, a question might ask the test taker to identify the fastest chemical reaction within the human body.Ĭritical Analysis and Reasoning Skills (CARS) This part of the MCAT tests an individual's understanding of chemical and physical scientific concepts within the context of the human body. Chemical and Physical Foundations of Biological Systems The MCAT is a long test, but that's because it has to cover a tremendous amount of material. The joint programs at Northwestern University and the University of Rochester are good examples of this. In these accelerated dual degree programs, students will not have to take the MCAT before entering medical school. However, a few schools allow students to apply to a joint bachelor's and medical degree program. Do all medical programs require the MCAT for admission?įor anyone looking to enter medical school after completing a traditional bachelor's program, the MCAT is required. The lifetime limit for taking the MCAT is seven times. Over a two-year period, they can take the MCAT four times. How often can I take the MCAT?ĭuring a single testing year, an individual may only take the MCAT up to three times. There are optional breaks between sections, allowing students to immediately move onto the next section if they so choose. The MCAT is a computer-based test, with no paper and pencil option. The MCAT is available at any of the many Pearson VUE test centers across the United States. Score Release Date: February 23 Where can I take the MCAT? Below is a listing of the testing schedules for the 2018 year. Scores are released about one month after test day. The MCAT is administered roughly 30 times throughout the year, until around the middle of September. It also provides an objective method of comparing applicants against each other when making admissions decisions. The MCAT provides a way for medical schools to confirm an applicant has the necessary knowledge and skills to succeed. The only formal eligibility requirement to take the MCAT is the intent to apply to a health profession school. The MCAT measures a prospective medical student's level of scientific knowledge and critical reasoning ability. Given its length and difficulty, prospective test takers must fully understand the purpose of the test and ensure they register for it far in advance to adequately prepare. As exams go, this one is a marathon, lasting about seven and a half hours, including breaks. We'll discuss how to study for the MCAT, as well as provide other basic information, such as understanding what is considered a good MCAT score. Adequate preparation for a test of this magnitude is essential. The MCAT is a difficult test and covers a variety of scientific disciplines and is useful to admissions officers when comparing applications for competitive and highly coveted medical school slots. Almost all applicants had to take the MCAT, or Medical College Admission Test, to complete their medical school application. Tips for Crushing the MCAT and Getting Into Medical SchoolĪccording to the Association of American Medical Colleges (AAMC), more than 800,000 people applied to medical school in the United States during the 2017–2018 admissions cycle.

[futuredrmedic]

So MCAT scores came in today. I wasn’t even sure I was going to open them because we (metaphorically) got our teeth kicked in at work last night and I got under 2 hours of sleep so I wasn’t sure I was in a decent frame of mind to look. But thinking about it, yeah we got our asses handed to us all night, BUT I really want all that miserable about it. I was the senior medic on last night and it went great. I did something I’d only seen once perfectly and was able to teach it to my partner, having been given the chance to be senior meant I got to work with a new medic I’ve been dying to work with and honestly even busy and exhausted we had a great night.

So then my little bother called and with him on the phone I opened the scores. And it wasn’t as high as I wanted. But considering I had only 4 days (maybe more like 3 and a half tbh) honestly I did better than I should have. I absolutely annialated the CARS section. And crushed the psych/soc. Not unexpectedly, chem/physics is gonna need some work, bio was decent but unless it’s perfect there’s always room to improve. Honestly I did pretty well and my streak of being rewarded for the poor choice of winging it continues.

I’m probably going to apply to a couple of schools but I’m also preparing to take the test again in January with actual prep. I didn’t expect to be ok with, let alone happy about anything less than the score I designated as a cutoff score. But I’m also 5 years and three brain injuries out of college, so doing this well as a jumping off point is a really good indicator that this is all going to work out. Because I’m competitive at some places now, I’m choosing to try to be competitive everywhere

[tea-letters]

MCAT SCORES CAME OUT TODAY!

I am so ecstatic to get a 518 (97th percentile)!! Breakdown: 129 | 130 | 130 | 129

It’s been such a long journey to get here and I think this definitely makes all that stress, all those long nights at the library, just—everything! It makes it all worth it. It’s not a 520+, but I am plenty happy and proud of it anyway. :)

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[vaticinatrix]

i refuse to check on my mcat scores until i have gone to the grocery store today. i’ll need to grieve and i want to have snacks in between tears

[paper-mirio]

I finished Someone Entirely New a year ago and I’ve been in my flop era ever since!!!

comeback tbd

[lucysweatslove]

Applying to med school.

I’ve been more open about it since I did well on my MCATs in June (well, scores released in July), but it’s been a goal in the back of my mind for years. I am now finally applying. Very few people I know got in to med school on their first cycle, and most people I know applied every cycle since graduating college until they got in. I’m the only person I know who basically sat on their own hands for 7 years. But I finally submitted my DO applications and I’m waiting for one letter to come in to submit my MD applications.

This is terrifying to me.

Now, none of it is in my direct control. I have some control over how I prepare and answer in interviews (if I get any), but I can’t control if I get interviews or how other people interview. It’s highly competitive and I know there are hundreds of other amazingly qualified applicants. Regardless of what I think of myself (which frankly I do think I would be an excellent physician), I can’t control what adcoms think of me, how they interpret my application, etc.

I do not do as well when I’m not in control of situations. I have always been risk-adverse (literally my dad couldn’t even pay me to step three rungs up a ladder), but especially after my sexual assault (this was maaaany moons ago), I like to feel in control, and I don’t like having to trust other people to see me as somebody worthy of their time, energy, or belief. When I don’t have control, or when I have to trust other people to see the good in me, I have a tendency to become really rigid and take what control I can get. Especially for somebody with a history of restrictive eating disorders, this is dangerous. Once I start down that path, other maladaptive patterns set in too.

Thankfully right now I feel like I’m doing okay. I’m leaning into my years of therapy and recovery and good coping skills. Frankly it hasn’t been that difficult. There are some difficult moments, but I’ve sunk harder over much less. I think more than anything, I’m scared of the “what if.” What if, in the months waiting, the lack of control I feel expands to where I can’t handle it so well? What if something else happens to shake me? What if I’m rejected everywhere and have to start over with my career plans?

I’m trying to remember that I’ve had worse happen. In the grand scheme, although it’s out of my control, the options are only “things stay the same” or “I achieve a goal.” I’ve dealt with my dad’s achalasia (rare esophageal/muscular disease where he couldn’t swallow) and cancer, which was literally sprung on me a few weeks before his surgery and I was expected to drop what I had going on to care for him. I’ve dealt with every day knowing my mom’s blood condition can develop into multiple myeloma at any moment. I’ve dealt with my husband going from healthy to nearly bed-bound needing both hips replaced in the span of a few months. Life throws shit at me, and I’ve taken every surprise in stride and used it to develop empathy and resilience. So I can certainly manage med school applications too.

(Fitember challenge hosted by @btchthatfightsbears )

[theotherackerman]

Carry on My Wayward Son

Summary: 

Grisha Jaeger disappears leaving his sons, Zeke and Eren, to pick up where he left off in the family business: hunting things, saving people. They soon learn not everything is as simple as they think. The world isn't as black and white as their father led them to believe. There are things more complex than just humans and monsters. Includes: monsters, classic cars, classic rock, and two brothers against the world.

an Eremika romance, very loosely based on the tv show Supernatural.

RATING: MATURE

Ships: Eren x Mikasa

Other Tags:  References to Supernatural (TV), demifae, references to a court of thorns and rose, references to throne of glass, i didn't want to deal with angels so i used fairies instead, F/M, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: Any recognizable elements belong either to Supernatural, Throne of Glass, A Court of Thorns and Roses, or Attack on Titan.

CHAPTER ONE: PILOT

Lawrence, Kansas

22 years ago

Grisha Jaeger was enjoying a peaceful night at home. His second wife slept soundly upstairs. He looked over at the picture of his first wife on the wall.

Dina had died four years ago of cancer.

It had been hard for Grisha. He had to deal with the loss of his wife along with raising his son by himself. Being a single parent wasn’t easy.

But then Carla came into his life.

Carla had treated Zeke like he was her own. She absolutely loved the boy.

Now they had a son of their own.

Grisha drifted off to sleep as the tv played.

What felt like a few moments later, a scream came from upstairs, waking Grisha. He made his way towards the direction he had heard the scream. The nursey, Eren's room. He leaned over Eren’s crib, where the baby boy was crying.

“You’re okay. Where’s your mom?” Grisha asked.

A drop of blood landed on his arm.

He looked up to see Carla pinned to the ceiling.

“Carla?” he asked, confused by what was happening.

Fire sprung from Carla’s chest, filling the room.

“CARLA!” Grisha yelled before scooping up Eren from the crib.

“Daddy, what’s wrong?” Zeke asked as he came into the baby’s room.

Grisha handed him Eren.

“Take your brother outside as fast as you can and don’t look back! Go! Now, Zeke! Listen to me!” Grisha yelled.

He wasn’t giving up on Carla.

He would save her somehow.

But in the end, he didn’t.

Grisha didn’t know but the events of that night had long been put into place.

A moment frozen in time, the beginning of something much bigger than he could possibly understand.

Grisha sat in the driver's seat of his car, Zeke in the passenger with Eren in his arms. They watched as the firemen tried to put out the fire.

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Stanford University

Present Day-October 31st, Sunday

A picture of Carla and Grisha sat in the living room of Eren Jaeger’s small apartment that he shared with his current girlfriend Mikasa Ackerman.

“So you’re not going to call your dad and tell him how you scored on the MCAT?” she asked as she pulled on her nurse’s costume.

“No, he won’t care,” Eren asked as he shook his head at her. “Why are you wearing that?”

“It’s Halloween! Who are you going as?”

“A psychopath, they look like everyone else,” he scoffed as he crossed his arms across his chest. “Besides, you know I hate Halloween.”

“You never told me why. I guess that’s a part of the Eren Jaeger mystery. You know if this is ever going anywhere, you’re going to have to open up.”

"After my interview Friday, I'll tell you everything. I promise," he said as he ran a hand through her long brunette hair.

"Why don't I believe that?" She asked him.

"Let's skip the party. Stay in tonight."

"Eren, come on. Floch will be waiting for us. You know how he gets."

Eren sighed as he pulled on his jacket. "Fine," he muttered as he walked towards the door.

She slipped her hand into his. "Just a few drinks and then I promise, you can take this costume off with your teeth."

"I'll be holding you to that. You know...have you ever thought of being a nurse because of this costume.."

Mikasa gave Eren a playful shove.

"SHOTS! SHOTS!" Floch screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Why did I let you talk me into this?" Eren muttered.

"Because you got a 522 on the MCAT! There's no way Stanford's Medical School is not going to take you," Mikasa said as she leaned into Eren's embrace. "Your interview Friday is just a formality. We both know that."

"You can't be sure of that," Eren said as he rolled his eyes.

"So I'm gonna go home with Hitch. You two...nice costume Mikasa...go play doctor," a drunk Floch remarked.

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Eren said before he patted Floch on the back.

"He is going to pass out as soon as he gets in her apartment," Mikasa replied.

"Probably."

"Let's go home, Halloween hater," Mikasa smiled as she took his hand into hers again.

It was around midnight when Eren got out of the shower. He walked into the bedroom and pulled on a pair of sweatpants pants.

Mikasa was sound asleep in bed.

Eren didn’t know how he had gotten so lucky with her. He worried about telling her the truth. My family fights demons, werewolves, and the forces of darkness didn’t have a good ring to it. She’d think he was crazy or worse.

He heard a noise coming from the kitchen.

Eren ready himself for whatever was in the kitchen. He took quiet steps. Damn, he hoped it wasn’t a ghost. He hated dealing with them.

No, whatever this was had a corporeal form.

Eren attacked and made every hit. The problem was the thing hit back.

What could it possibly be?

Vampire?

Maybe it was just a break in.

Either way, it wasn’t leaving alive.

Eren tackled it to the ground, one hand holding both of the man’s wrists about his head while the other went for the throat.

“Whoa, easy there, tiger,” Zeke’s voice cut through.

“Zeke? What the fuck? I almost killed you!” he said as he released Zeke’s hands and throats.

“I let you win.”

The lights turned on to reveal Zeke.

“Everything okay?” Mikasa asked as she stepped into the kitchen, wearing a tight fitting shirt that had the logo for the anime Sailor Moon and very short black shorts.

“Mikasa, this is Zeke. Zeke, this is my girlfriend Mikasa.”

“Mikasa, hey. Has anyone ever told you that you’re out of my brother’s league? Because you are. I,on the other hand….”

“Alright, asshole. Knock it off,” Eren said before shoving Zeke.

“I’ll go put some clothes on,” Mikasa said as she started to leave the room.

“No, don’t. You should stay this way. Sailor Moon is a classic, right, Eren?”

“Ignore him, I do,” Eren said before making his way over to Mikasa and wrapping his arm around her.

“Anyway, I need to borrow your boyfriend for a moment. Very private family stuff, you know? I’m sure you understand,” Zeke said.

“No, anything you have to say to her, you can say to me,” Eren stated.

“Okay. Well, Dad hasn’t been home in a few days,” Zeke explained.

“So what? He’s probably getting drunk on Jim, Jack, and Jose. He’ll stumble in drunk like he always does.”

“Dad's on a hunting trip. And he hasn't been home in a few days.”

“Mikasa, can you excuse us?” Eren said before taking his brother by the arm and dragging him outside. “Why are you here? I told you I was done hunting.”

“Because I have no one else to go to. Are you coming with me or not?”

“I’m not coming with you. I swore I wasn’t hunting anymore and I meant it. Do you not think about the way we grew up? When I was a kid, I told Dad was afraid of the dark and what did he do? He gave a nine year old a shotgun!”

“What was he supposed to do?” Zeke asked as he crossed his arms across his chest. “Tell you not to be afraid? We know what’s out there in the dark!”

“That’s exactly what he was supposed to do! The way we grew up...after Mom died...Dad’s obsession with the thing that killed her. It’s not normal. None of this is normal!” Eren exclaimed before running his hand through his hair. “And we can’t find it! So we kill everything we can find instead.”

“And we save people!” Zeke argued.

“Okay but do you think Mom would want this?”

“I don’t know because I got to lose my mom twice.”

Eren looked down.

He knew losing his mother had been hard but Zeke had to go through it twice.

“What are you going to do? Live some apple pie life?” Zeke asked before crossing his arms across his chest.

“Yeah, a safe life.”

“Dad’s in trouble. I can feel it. I can’t do this alone,” Zeke pleaded.

“Yeah, you can.”

“Well, how about I don’t want to?”

Eren sighed, “what was he hunting?”

Zeke walked over to the black 1967 Chevy Impala and popped the trunk. He then opened the spot where the spare tire was supposed to be. Inside was a variety of weapons. Swords, guns, syringes, machetes, a toolbox, rock salt, knives, bows, and arrows were just among a few of the things that one could see when the trunk was open.

“Let’s see..” Zeke said as he dug around.

“Wait, why weren’t you with Dad?” Eren asked as he peered over into the trunk.

“Because I had my own hunt,” Zeke answered, still digging around.

“By yourself?”

“I’m twenty-six!” Zeke exclaimed. “Oh! There it is!” He pulled out a file folder and papers. “So going back twenty years, Dad found this pattern. Men driving this strip of the highway, keep going missing.”

“Okay, so?”

“And this I get this voicemail,” Zeke said as he pulled his phone out and put it on speaker. Grisha’s voice played.

“ Zeke...something big is starting to happen...I need to try and figure out what's going on. It may... Be very careful, Zeke. We're all in danger .”

“EVP is on that,” Eren pointed out.

“Kind of like riding a bike, right?”

Eren rolled his eyes. “So what does it say?”

“It’s a woman saying can never go home.”

“Never go home?”

“Yeah. Look, in three years, I’ve never bothered you. Never asked you for anything. But Eren, I need you for this.”

Eren threw his arms before sighing. “Fine. I have to be back by Friday though,”

“Why Friday?” Zeke asked before he closed the trunk.

“Job interview.”

“For what?” Zeke asked before they headed back into Eren’s apartment.

“Medical school,” Eren stated.

“Medical school?”

“Yeah.”

“Alright, fine. I’ll bring you back in time for your interview.”

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Mikasa hadn’t been thrilled about Eren leaving. No matter how many times he reassured her. He promised that he would explain everything after the interview. So Eren and Zeke went on their hunt. Their father was nowhere to be seen. They did, however, save people from a woman in white and find their father’s journal.

All that was left was to return Eren home.

Eren saw how Zeke wanted him to return to hunting.

But Eren couldn’t.

Eren wanted a safe, normal life. He had already been shopping for a ring for Mikasa. He knew he wanted to make her his wife. But first, he had to tell her everything which he would right after his interview. Hopefully she still wanted to be with him after that.

They returned to Eren’s apartment on Thursday.

Eren had just got inside. He laid down on his bed and suddenly, there was a drop of blood from the ceiling.

Eren Jaeger saw his dad for the first time in three years. Eren reached for him but it was too late.

Then the fire was everywhere. It was inescapable.  

Then Eren saw something.

A demon with Yellow Eyes was right there.

“NO!” Eren screamed as he got out of bed.

Another demon with black eyes appeared, he grabbed a hold of Eren, burning his flesh. The fight with the black eyed demon began.

Just then Mikasa rushed into the apartment, ready to take on whatever.

Eren couldn’t lose her. He prepared himself.

“Mikasa! Get out of here!” he yelled as he continued to wrestle with the black eyed demon.

But what Eren hadn't prepared himself for was the green glow of Mikasa's eyes or the black feathered wings that sprouted from her back.

"I thought your kind was all dead," the Yellow Eyed demon teased.

"No."

"What host do you have? What is your real name?"

"I don’t need a host. This body is mine."

"You fell. Wait much longer and your eyes will be black."

“Didn’t fall either. I'm not an angel,” Mikasa replied.

Zeke rushed into the apartment.

“We need to get out of here!” Zeke yelled as the fire raged. The fire was beginning to surround them .

“Well, my time is up. See you around, boys,” The Yellow Eyed demon said before disappearing.

Mikasa pulled out a knife from seemingly nowhere that neither Eren or Zeke had seen before.

She plunged it into the black eyed demon's chest. He let go of Eren, throwing Eren to the floor before the demon burst into flames.

"We should get out of here," Mikasa said. Her wings went back into her body, leaving two slits in the back of her shirt.

“Great, any idea how? We’re kind of surrounded,” Zeke pointed out the fire all around them.

Mikasa closed her eyes. The fire began to part.

“Go!” Mikasa yelled.

Eren was frozen until Zeke dragged him out. Mikasa followed them out.

Eren didn’t understand what was happening.

What was Mikasa?

“Eren, you got burnt,” Zeke pointed out.

There were singe marks on his arm where the demon had been holding him. He hadn’t even felt it. Mikasa reached out. Her eyes glowed again. Eren’s arm was healed. Not only that, it was as if the burn had never occurred.

Then Mikasa collapsed to the ground.

Zeke picked Mikasa up and put her in the backseat of the car. He walked around to the trunk and pulled out a pair of special handcuffs. There were devil traps engraved in both of them.

“Just in case,” Zeke said as he attached them to each of Mikasa’s arms. “Come on, let’s take her to Levi’s. If we drive through the night and into tomorrow, we’ll make it to Levi’s before you know it.”

Twenty five hours later, they arrived at Levi’s house in Sioux Falls, South Dakota. Mikasa hadn’t even stirred the whole time that they had been driving.

Eren didn’t speak hardly at all. Zeke had let him take over the driving while he slept but even then, Eren hadn’t said much.

Levi was like a second father to Zeke and Eren. When Grisha had days he spent drunk, Levi had taken care of the two of them. Levi was a hunter just like them. He had lost someone he loved too. That was the way most people entered life. Something awful happened to someone they loved.

Zeke had carried Mikasa into Levi’s house. She stirred in Zeke’s arms.

“Oh. Hey, Sleeping Beauty,” Zeke said before he put her down on the couch.

“This her?” Levi asked. Zeke had sent a text to Levi explaining everything to him.

“This is her,” Eren replied as he crossed his arms across his chest.

“Alright, let’s see what you are,” Levi said before splashing holy water in Mikasa’s face.

She didn’t even move.

“So she’s not a demon,” Levi replied. He pulled out a silver knife from his pocket and cut Mikasa’s arm. “Not a Revenant or a shapeshifter either.”

Mikasa’s cut began to heal.

“Oh, that’s interesting,” Levi noted.

“So you’re not human?” Zeke asked.

“No, I’m not,” Mikasa said before she looked down.

"What are you?" Zeke asked.

"A demi fae," Mikasa explained.

"What the fuck is that? I've never even heard of this. Levi, have you heard of this?" Eren asked.

"It means she's half fairy, half human. A cousin of mine was said to have had a baby with a fairy. They both were killed and the baby went missing. I just thought they were crazy and wanted out of the family business. That's you, isn't it?"

Mikasa didn't answer.

"Interesting. I didn't think it was real. What’s your name?" Levi asked before he sat down at his desk.

“Mikasa Ackerman was my name. I’ve been going by Mikasa Zoe.”

"You lied to me!" Eren shouted at Mikasa.

"I had to! People were looking for me! I didn't know you were a hunter. I just wanted to be normal for a bit," Mikasa muttered before looking down.

"So how do we kill her?" Eren asked.

Mikasa was hurt.

"We're not going to kill her, Eren. She saved both of our lives. Besides, she doesn't even seem evil," Zeke tried to reason with his brother.

"She lied to me for three years. She’s not human. That makes her a monster! Isn’t that what Dad taught us? Didn’t you want me back in this life? So here I am. She’s just another job. Another monster, right?” Eren asked.

"I didn't know you were a hunter like me! I didn't know you had a yellow eyed demon after you! I just wanted to be normal! I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for wings or my parents to be killed by demons. I didn't ask for anything. You don’t understand what I risked by using my power like that! It sent up a beacon! I was going to tell you when the time was right. I was going to tell you after your interview."

"So that’s what you were disappearing to do all the time? Hunting? Whatever. You got on me for not telling you about my past. I guess we're both even now. Thanks for saving my dad by the way," Eren stormed off and slammed the door as he left Levi's house.

Zeke and Levi both looked over at her. Zeke walked over as he pulled a key out of his pocket. He unlocked the handcuffs as he took them off of her.

"Now what?" she asked as she stood up.

"What was that knife you killed the demon with?" Zeke asked her.

Mikasa waved her hand and the knife appeared.

"It's a demon killing knife. I took it off a witch who was working for a demon. It's charmed to show up when I call for it," she informed Zeke before handing the blade over to him.

"I'm guessing it kills you too?" Levi asked.

Mikasa shrugged. "I don't know. Haven't tried it."

"Could I wield one of these?" Zeke asked as he examined it.

Mikasa nodded again.

"You don't happen to have a spare?"

Mikasa shook her head. Zeke handed the blade over to Levi.

"Can we summon it?" Levi asked.

Mikasa shook her head again.

"Did you become mute all of sudden?" Levi asked as he tossed the knife up and down.  

She shook her again before speaking. "No, I just...I'm not sure what you're going to do. And if I die, I'd rather die with dignity."

"We're not going to kill you. You're clearly not evil. Can I see your wings?" Levi asked as he handed the knife back.

Mikasa took it before waving her hand again. The blade disappeared. She closed her eyes and two black feathered wings popped out of Mikasa's back.

"Can you fly?" Levi asked.

"Not in the way you think. I can fly short distances. Anything else requires teleportation that only fairies can use. Flying also makes me sick because of being half human,” Mikasa explained.

"What good are wings if not for flying?" Zeke asked.

"It's a curse for those who are half human. A reminder that we should not be."

"Interesting," Zeke remarked.

"If you have no more questions, I should leave," Mikasa said as she stood up.

"Why? It's not going to be safe out there. You did just say you put a beacon on yourself. Besides, these two could use a healer on their side. You said you're a hunter too? Just not in the traditional sense? Well, my house is open to hunters. So sit your ass down on the couch over there. Eren will get over it," Levi told her as he motioned to the couch again.

Mikasa allowed her wing to fold back up before she sat down.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t save your dad,” Mikasa said to Zeke. “It was too late by the time I got there.”

“It’s not your fault. We knew that was a possibility. My stepmom, Eren’s mom, died the same way. Did he feel any pain?” Zeke asked her before he sat down in one of the mix matched chairs in Levi’s living room.

Mikasa shook her head. “He was dead before he was on the ceiling.”

“That’s why you said it was too late. What do you know about yellow eyes in a demon?” Levi asked as he pulled out a notebook from his desk.

“Not much. I know they exist. There are four of them. If you’re going after them,” Mikasa stopped speaking and waved her hand. The knife appeared again. “You’ll need this. You’d have better luck though if you can find The Colt. Good luck though.”

“What’s the Colt?” Zeke asked as he took the knife from Mikasa.

“A legend. It’s said that Samuel Colt created a gun that has thirteen original bullets that can kill anything. It’s not real. There’s no proof of it. Besides, who knows how many bullets are around?” Levi said as he wrote something down in the notebook.

“It’s real. And you can make more bullets. You just have to know how,” Mikasa explained.

“And you do?” Zeke asked.

Mikasa shook her head. “No, but the person who raised me does. They’re a hunter too.”

“Wait, you said you used the last name Zoe. Is Hange Zoe the one who raised you?” Levi asked as he dropped his pen.

Mikasa nodded.

“Zeke, go get your brother calmed down. She’s not evil at all,” Levi said before he stood up.

“Wait, you still thought I was evil?” Mikasa said as she watched Levi.

“Always a chance,” Levi replied as he exited the room.

“To be fair, I didn’t think you were evil,” Zeke said as he flashed her a smile. “My brother’s a dumbass but he’ll come around.”

Mikasa nodded but she had a sinking feeling that Eren wouldn’t come around.

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Eren laid in the back of the Impala.

Mikasa wasn’t human.

That made her a monster.

It was that simple.

His father had even said it was that simple.

Then there was the whole thing about fairies being real. Just what he needed. Why couldn’t things be simple?

He hated to think he had been spending the last three years of his life with a monster.

But the way that Mikasa had looked at him.

The fear that she had had in her eyes when she looked at him was something that would haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.

Eren wasn’t allowing himself to feel the pain from Grisha’s death.

He had finally seen his dad.

Three years later and the last thing Grisha had said to him was ‘don’t come back’. Eren had hoped that he would have found him with Zeke. Then maybe Grisha’s last words wouldn’t have haunted him.

“She’s pretty upset, just so you know,” Zeke said as he pulled out a cigarette while leaning up against the Impala. He lit one as he looked at Eren, still laying in the backseat.

“Good,” Eren said before looking away.

“Eren, you know Dad did really lov..”

“Can we not? I don’t want to hear the ‘Dad always loved you’ speech right now. The last words he’ll ever say to me were ‘don’t come back’. Then I see him on the ceiling of my apartment and find out that my girlfriend is part fairy. So spare me,” Eren said before he sat up.

Zeke took a drag from his cigarette. “And how would you have reacted if you would have known about Mikasa? Probably the same.”

“How are you so fine with all of this?” Eren asked as he threw his hands up in the air.

“Because at nine years old I saw the woman who raised me like I was her own on the ceiling of my little brother’s bedroom. I saw her, Eren. It’s implanted in my brain. It’ll never leave. Sometimes at night, I’ll look up and I still see her there. So trust me when I say I get what you’re feeling with Dad. Because I miss Mom too. Because I feel it too. But you’re right. Dad was awful to both of us. He raised us to be mirror images of himself of the hatred he felt. But we don’t have to do that,” Zeke said before taking another drag of his cigarette.

“What do we do now?” Eren asked as he got out of the Impala.

“Well, I think we go do what Dad taught us to do. We track down that Yellow Eyed Demon and we kill him. In the meantime, we take down any monster we can find. Hunting things, saving people. We take over the family business,” Zeke said as he walked around to the trunk. He opened the trunk and then the spare tire area. He pulled out their father’s journal before handing it over to Eren.

“We’ve got work to do,” Eren replied before pulling down the lid to the trunk.

[artificialqueens]

Gigi Has an Intelligence Kink (Crystal x Gigi) - A-tresia

Life gets a little bit more interesting when Crystal fully embraces the fact that Gigi has a thing for her brain.

In the same universe as Slow Hands. But you don’t need to read it to get this.

The first time it happens, Crystal thinks it’s just Gigi rewarding her for a job well done.

Crystal is obsessively refreshing her Twitter feed, waiting for an announcement that the MCAT scores have been released.

Refresh.

Nothing.

Refresh.

Still nothing.

Refresh.

“Crys.”

“Hmm? What?”

Gigi gently takes her phone off her fidgety hands. “Just turn your notifications on, hun,” she says, doing it herself.

“But –“

“I know. It’s been a month and they’re scheduled to release today,” she repeats what Crystal has been telling her for the better part of the day.

“It’s been a month and they’re scheduled to release today,” Crystal sighs.

Gigi pulls her in closer and sets her phone under their pillow. “Now, try to concentrate on this instead,” she suggests, motioning to the laptop where an episode of Gigi’s new favorite TV show has been paused. Crystal nods in agreement, hits the space bar, and snuggles in closer.

It takes another episode and a half for Crystal’s phone to vibrate, making them both sit up quickly. If Gigi’s being completely honest, she’s just as nervous as Crystal. And she didn’t take the damn test. But she makes the conscious effort to be the calm one here. One of them has to. And it surely won’t be Crystal.

Gigi hits the space bar to pause the show while Crystal gets up from bed to pace while she loads her account. She watches Crystal, jaw slack in apparent shock, stare at her phone before she gets up on her knees to take a look herself. The torture is killing her. She pulls on Crystal’s shirt to maneuver her closer to the bed so she can peek to see.

521.

“Is that good?” Gigi asks.

Crystal hands over her phone to Gigi, still in quite a bit of shock.

“Crys, is this a good score?” Gigi asks again before looking through the lines and numbers on the screen.

Crystal points to the bottom of the screen. “I would hope so because a perfect score is a 528 and this score is in the 99th percentile.”

When she realizes what this means, Gigi drops the phone on the bed to jump on Crystal who stumbles backward, barely catching her. “Your brain, it’s amazing. I’m so proud of you,” she says in between dropping loud wet kisses all over Crystal’s smiling face. “It’s enough for your dream school, right? With your GPA?”

“More than enough, I hope,” Crystal says.

“Is Crystal happy?” Gigi brushes a thumb over the apple of Crystal’s cheek.

“Crystal is still in shock but Crystal is very, very happy.” The pride in her voice makes Gigi’s heart swell.

Gigi takes Crystal’s face in her hands to give her a proper kiss on the mouth — slow and wet and full of tongue and obviously leading to something else.

“Okay, med school talk later.” She slowly slides off Crystal, gently planting her feet onto the floor. She walks them back to the bed, pulling Crystal down with her when the back of her knees hit the edge. “I think you deserve a treat,” she says reaching up underneath Crystal’s shirt.

“I’m not a dog, Gee,” Crystal laughs.

“Shut up, don’t ruin the moment.”

The next time it happens, Crystal thinks it’s just Gigi being her usual clingy self.

She’s on the floor, as usual, three videos deep into her cadaver dissection videos, her anatomy atlas splayed open on her lap, and drowning in paper and pens and colored pencils. She’s struggling to draw and take notes and memorize all at the same time. Maybe, she thinks, she’s bitten off more than she could chew.

Crystal’s muttering anatomic structures under her breath when she hears Gigi whine her name from behind her. If she wasn’t busy, she’d drop everything she was doing to attend to that very needy whine. But she’s too busy, too tired to even think about doing anything other than studying. She doesn’t even have time to sleep. So she ignores it.

“Crystal,” Gigi calls out again. It’s longer. And breathier. And needier.

Crystal turns to look at Gigi, comfortably nestled on the other end of the couch, making grabby hands at her.

“Sorry, babe,” she says before turning back to her work. Her tone is regretful. The smile on her face is tired. But the feeling at the pit of her stomach is telling her to just go for it. It’s Gigi. And she can’t ever say no to Gigi.

“I don’t want to have to deal with things on my own,” Gigi huffs.

“You know what to do with your hands.” She continues this conversation without looking up from her drawings.

Honestly, she doesn’t know why Gigi is even here in the first place. She knows it’s a busy night. She could be home catching up on sleep or hanging out with her friends. But she’s here. Doing what?

“Crystal.”

“Can I make it up to you tomorrow? Please?” She really doesn’t have the patience for this right now. She looks at the time on her phone, it reads 11:27 PM. “Look, I have less than 12 hours until this test and then I promise I’m all yours. I’ll come straight home after. I don’t mind if you do it right there on the couch if you really have to.” Gigi pouts at her so she reaches for Gigi’s hand to kiss her fingers. “Sorry, really. I am.”

She turns back to her notes before Gigi can make a face that she can’t resist. Suddenly, the dwindling time until her test gives her tunnel vision. Nothing else occupies her mind but this, Gigi’s whining is long forgotten.

Crystal doesn’t know what she expects Gigi to do while she studies. Scroll through her socials? Watch a movie? Online shop?

She doesn’t know what to expect.

But she didn’t think it would be this.

Not Crystal being pulled out of focus by the sound of Gigi’s moaning.

And that moan sounds like she just finished.

Crystal slowly turns her head towards Gigi, looking at her with narrowed eyes in disbelief. When she said she didn’t mind, she didn’t think Gigi would actually do it. “Gigi motherfucking Goode, did you just –“

Gigi looks at her smugly, raises a brow at her as she wipes her fingers on her shorts. “Yes. Yes, I did. You said you didn’t mind.”

“Really, Gee? Did the cadaver video do it for you?”

Gigi scrunches her nose at Crystal. “No, that’s gross. It was you studying and being smart.”

“What?” Crystal chuckles.

“It’s hot, okay? You’re hot. It makes me feel things.”

“What?”

“When you’re being your normal smart self – it’s a turn on, okay?”

“What?”

“Shut up!”

It happens again on Gigi’s birthday and Crystal thinks Gigi is losing her mind when she directs Crystal’s hands to her pussy and asks to be fingered while telling her about the cardiac cycle she was studying earlier today. Crystal thinks this request could have quickly pulled her out of the mood but oddly enough – with her whispering in Gigi’s ear, with her fingers inside Gigi, and with Gigi writhing and moaning and babbling against her – she finds that it makes her feel things too.

Life gets a little bit more interesting when Crystal fully embraces the fact that Gigi has a thing for her brain. Once in a while, when they’re bored of just moaning and groaning and panting their way through having sex, Crystal would look at Gigi – hair fanned out on the pillow, red in the face, chest heaving and sweaty – and lean closer to her ear and indulge Gigi in her ridiculous idea of dirty talk. She’d count the number of ATPs produced in the citric acid cycle, explain to her the mechanisms of action of cephalosporins, run down the cardinal movements of labor, practice on her techniques for a thorough physical examination.

When she passes major exams. When she aces her boards. When she graduates medical school with high honors. When she gets accepted to the surgical residency program of her dreams. Gigi is there – willing and ready and able to reward her, generously, for a job well done. Going as far as buying a new strap, saved and used only for occasions like these.

Crystal is in the middle of her orthopedic surgery residency training and there’s barely any time left for alone time. So Gigi takes what she can get. Even if it’s just a night out for drinks at the bar a couple of blocks away from the hospital with Crystal’s other doctor friends.

She listens to Crystal and her friends (Jackie, a urology resident, and Widow, an anesthesiology resident) exchange stories from their day in the operating room. Gigi is perfectly fine absorbing the excited energy they all seem to have; perfectly fine holding Crystal’s hand under the table; perfectly fine being close. She doesn’t mind that they go into graphic detail; doesn’t mind that they use medical jargon; doesn’t mind that they seem to have forgotten that they have a non-medical person in the group; doesn’t mind that all she is there is present.

When Jackie and Widow get up to get the next round of drinks, Gigi slips a hand up and in between Crystal’s thighs. Crystal catches her wrist before she can go further. “What are you doing?”

“I’m just playing,” she shrugs.

“I know. I meant, why?”

Gigi shrugs again. “You know shoptalk gets to me.”

Crystal knows but she still raises a brow at her. “That wasn’t too graphic for you?”

Instead of answering, Gigi takes Crystal’s hand and positions it underneath her skirt, letting Crystal trail her fingers upward, toward the seam of her underwear. Crystal’s fingers brush over a particularly damp spot. “Already?” Gigi nods like it’s nothing out of the ordinary. And Crystal thinks it really isn’t, at least for Gigi.

“I bet you are too.” And Gigi’s right; she’s always right.

Crystal looks up to see her friends walking back to the table so she signals that they’re going to the toilet. Jackie nods at her so she pulls Gigi up onto her feet and towards the back. It’s a one-person toilet and Crystal wants to thank all the gods looking down at her that it’s empty.

The door is barely locked when Gigi pushes Crystal against the wall and connects their lips and bodies together in a movement that’s demanding and hungry and contagious – hands tangling in hair, lips and tongues desperate to connect with the other, bodies arching and pressing.

“Listening to a story about me pounding at metal and bones got you this hot?” Crystal asks when she pulls away for a breath.

“I want you to pound me instead,” Gigi says, latching her lips onto Crystal’s neck and worming her hand into Crystal’s pants. Crystal moans and drops her head onto Gigi’s shoulder when she feels Gigi slip a finger into her. “But you can do that later.”

Gigi’s thankful Crystal isn’t wearing jeans; her slacks are loose enough for her hand to move freely. She slips another finger in and angles her hand so Crystal can grind against the heel of her palm while she pumps in. And out.

And in.

And out.

Faster.

And harder.

She nips at Crystal’s earlobe. “I expect a good pounding at home.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Crystal pants, head now resting against the wall, eyes now glazed over, breath now ragged, hips now following the pace that Gigi has set – slow enough that it builds, fast enough that it’s not frustrating.

Gigi concentrates on pumping and rubbing and kissing and licking and biting and making Crystal hum and moan and whimper. She feels Crystal’s body tense against her, feels Crystal getting wetter, feels her fingers slipping easier. Her muscles are strained but she speeds up the movement of her hand and Crystal speeds up the movement of her hips against Gigi’s palm.

“That’s it,” Gigi encourages as Crystal squeezes her closer and tighter, gasping and shaking as she comes. Gigi keeps a slower, gentler pace, shifting so she can rub her thumb against Crystal’s clit to drag out her orgasm.

She pulls Crystal in for a languid kiss as she waits for Crystal to stop trembling. When she does – it takes a little longer than a moment – Gigi pulls her hand out of Crystal’s pants and holds it up. Her hand is glistening in the low light, covered in Crystal’s slick. Crystal looks up in time to see Gigi lick her fingers, sucking them into her mouth with a sound so needy, Crystal is sure she needs to take care of it. Right now.

“Home time?” Gigi suggests as she straightens up Crystal’s pants.

Crystal manages to shake the clouds away. “There’ll be more later but I think I can get one out of you now,” she says, turning Gigi towards the sink and bending her over with a hand between her shoulder blades. Crystal leans over her to keep her bent, makes sure she’s braced herself on the sink, and slides a hand down the length of Gigi’s back to the curve of her ass, slowly lifting her skirt to expose her now soaking panties. “Missed you this week,” she says, dropping a kiss on Gigi’s jaw while she lets her fingers slip underneath the wet fabric.

Gigi wants to say she missed her too; wants to say she’s happy to have her at home for the next two days; wants to say they should just leave their friends so they can continue this at home. But Crystal is already on her knees behind her, not caring if the floor is dirty; already moving her underwear aside – one Gigi isn’t sure why she even wore in the first place; already burying her face into the heat between Gigi’s legs.

She puts both hands on Gigi’s ass to grope and fondle and squeeze and spread while she licks and nips and sucks at her folds. She feels Gigi squirm; arching and pressing back into her mouth, encouraging her to do a little more. A lot more. All of this is exciting and overwhelming and extremely naughty – a far cry from the white coat wearing, scalpel yielding, professional front Crystal puts on just two blocks away.

Crystal keeps her mouth on her clit as she presses two fingers into Gigi and lets her control the pace, lets her rock back and forth to chase her own pleasure. She feels Gigi contract around her fingers and she thinks it’s time to change things up.

Yes, Crystal thinks to herself, the bathroom of a bar you’re a regular at is the best place to change things up.

She licks long and hard from her clit to her hole, around her fingers, up her perineum, and over her asshole – something she thinks Gigi doesn’t know that she knows Gigi secretly likes. Crystal feels her freeze for a split second before reaching behind her to grab Crystal’s head to keep her in place.

“Fuck, Crystal,” she pants.

Gigi’s rhythmic movement is now jerkier and erratic and Crystal knows she’s close. Very close. Crystal continues to lick and pump and rub while Gigi continues to moan and rock and chase. She hangs her head between her arms and whines and pants and shakes as she comes.

Crystal gets up and leans over Gigi’s body, fingers still pumping inside – prolonging and intensifying. She’s wrapping her free arm around Gigi’s torso, nuzzling her nose into her hair to kiss the back of her neck when she feels her mewl and tremble and shudder into another one – unexpected but highly welcome.

“Love you,” she whispers into her ear.

Gigi turns her head to Crystal – her eyes are glassy, her forehead is sweaty, her cheeks are flushed. “Love you too,” she whispers back before catching her lips for a kiss.

They take their time straightening up; not worried about a line possibly forming outside, not worried that they’ve been gone from their friends for too long.

When they make their way back to the table, she sees Widow look at them with a knowing smirk. And Crystal can’t find it in herself to make up an excuse – there’s no excuse for being gone that long and they’re all adults here anyway. So they gather their things, say their goodbyes and see you laters, and rush home to give Gigi what she promised.

When Crystal graduates from residency, of course, she bags the outstanding resident award and the best scientific paper. All on top of being chief resident in her final year. Because of course, Crystal doesn’t do anything half-assed. Gigi decides, when they’re both stripped off their gowns and heels from Crystal’s hospital graduation dinner, that it’s an important enough occasion to use their special toy – there’s really nothing special or different about that strap; Gigi just uses it particularly on days when she wants to celebrate Crystal. It’s Gigi’s turn to prove that nothing in this house is done half-assed.

Gigi gives Crystal one final lick before trailing up her torso with wet open-mouthed kisses, lingering momentarily on her breasts, taking a nipple in her mouth – licking and biting and sucking. She drops herself onto Crystal’s side, hooking her legs over Crystal’s, and kisses her way up her neck, across her jaw, skipping her lips, and bumps their noses together, “Congratulations, baby.”

Crystal reaches up to cup her cheek and pulls her in for a kiss, tasting herself on Gigi’s lips. “You know I couldn’t have done all of this without you, right?”

“Nope, all you,” she says, nuzzling her cheek against Crystal’s palm before taking Crystal’s hand in hers and kissing the rings on Crystal’s finger – the rings she only usually wears around her neck when she’s at work are now on her left ring finger, where they’re supposed to be. “This is all you. I was just there. I’m just here.”

Gigi gets up to step into the leather harness – fastening the straps and adjusting the cock, all while watching Crystal rub at her clit, flicking back and forth lazily. There’s a satisfied smile on Crystal’s face that Gigi wants to keep there forever. She leans over Crystal, peppering her face with kisses, whispering how immensely proud she is of her, how she loves her dearly, how lucky she is to have her. She braces her arms on the bed, resting the length of the cock against Crystal’s wetness, just content with being skin to skin.

“What’s taking so long?” Crystal whines, breaking the little tender bubble Gigi created.

Gigi chuckles at Crystal’s impatience and decides, yes, okay, tonight is about her. She sits back on her heels and realigns her cock, settling the tip at Crystal’s entrance. With steady pressure, she presses inside; one hand guiding the dildo, the other stroking gently over Crystal’s clit. She stretches over Crystal, letting her weight rest on her when she’s buried deep inside. She pulls back a little and gently slides back in, hooking Crystal’s leg over her hip as she goes. Gigi keeps a slow rhythmic pace, hoping to stretch this out the whole evening.

Sure, the slow thrusts are good. Satisfying, even. But Crystal knows she could take more. And she knows Gigi could give more.

So.

Much.

More.

“This feels lovely and all but I need you to fuck me.”

Gigi thinks for a beat and reminds herself again that what Crystal wants, Crystal gets. At least tonight.

And Crystal will get all her favorite things.

“Up,” she instructs as she pulls out.

“What?” Crystal is confused at the sudden emptiness.

She pulls Crystal up from the bed and pushes her on her knees on the floor. Understanding dawns on Crystal’s face as Gigi steps forward, gripping the base of the cock – still wet with Crystal’s slick, guiding it towards Crystal’s mouth.

“I want to see you take it all.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Crystal murmurs, her eyes locked onto Gigi’s as she takes the dildo inside her mouth, slowly working her tongue along its length. Gigi groans at the sight of Crystal taking a silicone cock all the way to the back of her throat without gagging. She remembers asking Crystal why she likes doing that. All she got was a vague answer about liking the force. Whatever that means.

Crystal makes a show of licking and sucking and deep-throating. The way the harness rubs against her is not enough to tip her over the edge but it’s there and looking at Crystal taking it all oddly makes Gigi feel like this appendage is hers.

Gigi groans a she watches Cyrstal swallow the full length of her cock. “God, baby. That’s so fucking hot.” Crystal responds by making sure she’s tugging at the base harder so whatever part of it that’s brushing against Gigi is hitting her right. She grits her teeth and buries her hands into Crystal’s hair as Crystal slips a thumb beneath the harness to press on Gigi’s swollen clit.

“You’re going to make me come,” Gigi breathes out.

And she does.

Her body really doesn’t give her a choice.

When Crystal presses particularly hard on her clit, her thighs tremble and she thrusts forward and tightens her grip on Crystal’s hair.

And Crystal is quick to grab onto Gigi’s ass, clutching and pulling, keeping her there – nose pressed against Gigi’s pubic bone – as she rides it out.

Gigi pulls back quickly, aware that she’s cutting off Crystal’s air supply. She looks down to see Crystal reluctantly let go of her cock with an exaggerated slurp, looking up at Gigi with needy eyes and pouty lips, blinking away involuntary tears.

She helps Crystal to her feet and kisses her senseless, not minding that saliva has dribbled down Crystal’s chin.  Crystal grips Gigi’s side for balance as Gigi walks her backward against a wall.

Crystal is startled out of her daze when Gigi grips her waist and turns her around, effectively disconnecting their lips and pushing her flat against the wall. She looks over her shoulder to see Gigi squat, suddenly she’s very aware of the very aroused state of her pussy.

“Always so wet for me,” Gigi says, running a finger over Crystal’s lips. Crystal bites on her lower lip as she resists the urge to quote WAP lyrics and for good reason – Gigi hates that song. She, on the other hand, secretly loves it – the OR nurses may or may not have caught her attempting to do the dance in the dressing room.

Gigi spreads her lips apart, a moan stuck in her throat when a string of clear juice dribbles down her finger and onto the floor.

“Crystal, you fucking just dripped on the floor. Jesus fucking – “

Crystal shakes her ass in Gigi’s face. “Please, fuck me. Please.”

And Gigi gives her what she wants. Gigi gets up and slides the full length of her cock easily inside Crystal in one quick fluid motion. She’s rewarded with a deep moan and expletives begging for more.

Crystal’s pussy clamps down on the dildo when Gigi moves to give her a short quick thrust. “Yes, more, like that.” She isn’t sure where this savage need to fuck Crystal like this is coming from but she decides to embrace it. So she grips Crystal’s hips tighter and slams hard repeatedly, making them both grunt. She would have been worried that she’s being too rough if Crystal hadn’t instantly pushed back against her with a very enthusiastic, “Fuck, yes!”

It’s a pace they’re both surprised they both can keep up with. And they’re both determined to keep going. The jumbled words and incomprehensible sounds coming from Crystal’s mouth spurs Gigi on – orgasm after orgasm stealing her words from her.

Gigi is getting frustrated trying to chase an orgasm of her own. With a yelp from Crystal, she pulls completely away and flips Crystal around so her back is against the wall. She hikes a leg up, hooking it over Gigi’s hip. Crystal reaches between them to guide the cock back into her pussy and encourages Gigi to keep on pounding into her. She coos in Gigi’s ear, her hands groping Gigi’s breasts, her lips busy kissing Gigi’s face and neck. Soon, their sounds turn into whimpers and pants and sharp moans as they both race towards another orgasm.

Gigi gropes Crystal’s ass hard and leans to bury her face in Crystal’s neck as a strangled moan works its way from her throat. She thrusts one last hard thrust up into Crystal before she comes. Hard. Leaving them both trembling against the wall.

Gigi shifts to help Crystal regain solid footing, letting the cock slip wetly out of her, scattering kisses over her neck and shoulders.

“God damn,” Crystal breathes out.

“That was intense,” Gigi muses, holding on to Crystal tightly, still leaning themselves against the wall.

Crystal with her vision still cloudy and marked by black spots, pushes herself upright and pushes Gigi back into bed, and crawls over her. “No more for me,” she says trailing a series of wet kisses down Gigi’s body. “Your turn now.”

Crystal takes her time – So. Much. Time. – to let Gigi know how she’s wrong. How she wasn’t just there. How she isn’t just here. How the past almost ten years with school and training was because of her, for her, and with her.

[jungleuniversity]

How I Improved My MCAT Score (509 -> 518)

Hi Everyone! I got back my new MCAT scores awhile ago, but I thought I’d write a post about how I achieved my score, with hope that it could potentially help another student. I know that while I was studying, a lot of the advice I saw on the internet was overwhelming and made me feel that my level of studying would always be inferior to what others were doing. The vast array of available courses, practice tests, and other services available certainly did not help either, as there is no reasonable way to complete every single resource that exists. In this post, I’ll go through a timeline of my basic study plan and explain which resources I used and why I think they are worth using. 

Stage 1 - Kaplan 7 book set and other content resources

I had trouble coming up with a time frame for how long it should take to go through the Kaplan set, which is why I simply called this part the “first stage.” Many guides I have read online mention strictly separated “content review” and “practice exam” phases of studying. Personally, that would never have worked out for me because I would have gotten anxious every time I got a question wrong during the exam phase. Instead, I spent about 3-4 months simply reading and taking notes out of the books, and then doing a mixed exam and content review stage. I used each book in the following ways, especially the second time I studied: 

Biochemistry - For the first half of the book I took detailed notes as if I were learning from an ordinary biochemistry textbook for a class. For the second half, I eased on the notes and started drawing out the different pathways. I think I wrote down the Electron Transport Chain pathway 10-15 times and the Citric acid cycle path about 50 times. I did not draw the shapes of compounds, but I won’t tell you not to do that either. 

Biology -  Same as the Biochem book. I did spend extra time on “high yield content” that's more difficult to memorize, such as actin/tropomyosin activity in muscle. 

Physics - I cannot stress what I am about to say enough. The absolute most important things to know from this book are the units. If you are truly stuck on a physics (or often chemistry) question, there is a very good chance you can use dimensional analysis to force your way to the right answer in a relatively brief amount of time. If nothing else, PLEASE learn the units behind every concept. 

Chemistry - Use the advice from physics, but I also took pretty heavy notes, especially in the first half, since there’s a lot of content that, despite being easier than biochemistry in my opinion, are foundational and will cause problems if you skip it. 

Behavioral Sciences - This was the section that brought down my first attempt score. I found that the premed95 anki deck that’s in circulation was helpful, but it made me incredibly lazy in studying to the point where I would pretend to be productive, while just looking at slides. I was desperate not to repeat my mistakes, so I brute forced my way through the Kaplan book this time instead. I didn’t take notes the way I did for other subjects - instead I hand wrote every single bolded word and definition in a notebook, organized by chapters. This took about a week and I did not study any other subject during this time. I don’t know if I would recommend this method for Behavioral Sciences for everyone, but the truth is that after I did this, my practice section scores went from 124 to 128-130. One thing to keep in mind though, the last few sections of the Physics/Math book are absolutely critical to the Behavioral Sciences section as they are the only resource within the Kaplan set which explain the research methodologies for both Psychology and Sociology. 

Organic Chemistry - I took sparse notes on this book. I think it's the least useful out of the 7 book set, and I often had to look to the internet and old organic chemistry class notes to clarify mechanisms and pathways. Nevertheless, make flashcards or write down reactions such as the Aldol condensation, which more likely than not will show up at some point. 

CARS - Skip this book. In my opinion, there are better ways to study this section. Most importantly, use the CARS question packs from AAMC. 

Stage 2 - CARS, Mixed Content Review and Practice Exams (2-3 weeks)

This is around when I started taking CARS much more seriously, so I would recommend starting earlier. I mainly focused on using the two AAMC question packs, although the KhanAcademy passages were also useful. The first question pack was definitely a bit more difficult and you might feel discouraged after going through half of it. However, I promise it does get better. Part of the change is that as you read explanations for why you get questions wrong, your skill will begin to improve. The other part is that the second half of the question pack, as well as most of the second question pack are more closely aligned with the difficulty level of the actual test. 

This was also when I began taking NextStep full length exams. (Insert surprised Pikachu face) My first score was a 501. Definitely not expected at the time, but it was a necessary wakeup call to understand where my content gaps were. 

After each exam I took from this point on, I would take the rest of the day off after taking the exam. Just relax, after taking a 7 hour exam, you deserve it tbh. The next day, go over the entire exam, question by question and take notes where you need to. I wrote very brief 1-line notes for questions I got right and understood, and more detailed notes for all incorrect questions as well as correct questions that I did not fully understand. This is important for two reasons: First, this allows you to know exactly where your content gaps are and understand how you can improve applying the concepts that you already know. Second, there’s only so many different things they can ask you on the MCAT. It might sound endless, but there are a finite number of concepts and you are bound to see very similar questions on future practice tests and also on the real MCAT. In my experience, writing down the explanation for the correct answers on missed questions ensured that I never get a similar question incorrectly in the future. Overall, next-step exams were alright, but their content felt incredibly low-yield. Now, studying low yield concepts is extremely important, but it's obviously detrimental if that's all you study. 

For the next month, I would alternate between taking next-step and AAMC full lengths, with breaks in between to review my content gaps. My highest Nextstep exam was a 512, but I tended to score around 507-508. My aamc exams, in order, were 519, 517, and 515. The downward trend was concerning, but I was honestly happy since all of those scores were higher than my target at the time, 513. Also, I falsely began to think that NextStep exams were extremely deflated. (They are, but not nearly to the extent that you might think.)

Finally, the day before my first exam: I couldn’t sleep at all, and I went against common advice of not studying on this day. As for exam day, just trust yourself and the studying you have done. My main advice beyond what anyone else will tell you is to keep a close eye on the clock. Several people who tested with me lost up to 5 minutes on CARS because they forgot to take into account the time during their lunch break. Not every test center will have digital clocks, and the one I went to only had a tiny analog clock near the area they check you in. When I asked a proctor for the time, he just laughed. So make sure you look at the clock and remember the time when your break starts. 

My score on the first exam turned out to be a 509. Not necessarily a bad score at all, but this score was much lower than what I was aiming for. It was disappointing, mainly due to the time I put into studying, but the more I thought about it, the more it made sense. My behavioral sciences section severely pulled my score down, and there were a few content areas that I truly was not prepared for. I felt bad about it for about a week, and afterwards started studying again. 

Stage 3: Final Preparations 

Initially, I found it relatively difficult to study during the semester. One of my friends recommended I use UWorld questions to effectively use my time. This resource definitely helped me out when I felt like I simply did not have enough time to finish studying. They provide you with 1500 or so questions, categorized by section and sub categorized by topic. You can choose how many questions or passages you want to do in one sitting, and if you want it timed or not. After you finish, they provide you with personalized statistics for the session, as well as explanations for each question, which are saved and can be viewed at any time. Alongside simply rereading the Kaplan books, this is the best way to reinforce content knowledge. 

The final resource I used were the Altius exams. I purchased a pack of 5 on a whim because 1) I ran out of practice tests and 2) someone on reddit said these were severely under-appreciated. Well, that gamble paid off because I believe these exams are about as close as you can get to the AAMC full lengths, BUT they give you much more detailed explanations, and are just a little bit more difficult, so you actually end up feeling like the AAMC practice exams are a bit smoother and easier to pace yourself on. After purchasing, I had one month to take all five, as well as the then-recently-released AAMC FL #4. Altius exams were great, and honestly, my only “complaint” was that CARS felt a little bit too difficult to be as useful as it could be. I also studied Behavioral Sciences and Biochemistry the way I described in Part 1, since I felt like I underperformed on those sections. 

When second exam day approached, I forced myself to get a full night of sleep this, and it absolutely paid off. I was noticeably more aware during this test than my previous attempt, and corrected myself before making a bunch of silly errors. 

A month later, I found out I got a 518, which was higher than my original goal. 

Tl;dr: 

Studying for the mcat is expensive, and it can be hard to find advice on which resources are useful. 

In my opinion, only: Altius exams are amazing. UWorld is a great resource for content gaps and reinforcement, especially when you have sharp time constraints. Kaplan books are awesome for content review, but it should be fine if you buy an older edition (I used 2015).

[relentlessdreamer]

10.13.2020

My MCAT scores were released today and overall I’m pleased with my result of a 514. I did very well in the CARS, Bio/Biochem, and Psych/Soc sections, but I scored pretty low in the Chem/Physics section. I might need to retake it if I want to have a good shot at getting accepted at my first choice school, but I should be fine for the other schools that I’m looking at. It’s a huge relief to know I didn’t fail horribly!

[deargodletmepassthisclass]

MCAT SCORE RELEASE

I got a 517 on my MCAT!

This was the craziest goal I’ve ever worked towards, and it’s very satisfying to have scored well and be done with the exam process.

For anyone curious, I used the Kaplan prep course (no Anki, no AAMC). I started my studying a little late, and often worried that I wasn’t as devoted time-wise as other people. I felt a little underprepared when comparing myself to other premeds in various MCAT forums, but this goes to show that there is no “right way” to prepare.

I’m happy to answer any questions about my study process or the exam!

💖Kirsten

[alightwhendarknessfell]

Ash can threaten to sue and try and use whatever “power” he has left to “clean up” his mess and cover his tracks, but everyone has seen the posts and even a few magazines picked up the statement made by BVB. He’s doing this because he knows his times up and it’s quite obvious he’s hoping to pull everything and wait for the storm to pass, then try to make a comeback. We won’t forget what a disgusting pig you are and we won’t allow you to prosper. Ps. Much love, Ren. I hope you passed the MCAT!

Exactly, I’m sure he is lashing out at whoever he can right now and trying to bring as many people down as he can because he knows his career is over. Even if he never goes to jail, he’s never going to work in music again after this. There’s just too much out there on him now. 

Thank you! I’m still completely exhausted, it was incredibly hard. But now I just have to wait until scores are released. 

[md-admissions]

Hello! Do you have any tips on getting into med school? How many clinicsal/volunteering hours would you recommend having?

Hi there!There is no specific number of hours recommended or preferred for clinical or volunteering hours that I can recall (It's been a few years since I've applied or been in med school so I don't want to steer you wrong). That said, for statistical data on medical schools around the US, required courses by schools, averages GPA/MCAT and other data, check out the MSAR, a document released on a near-annual basis with this information! This will have the most up-to-date information to answer the question regarding hours.My #1 tip is that getting into med school is not the finish line. It is just the beginning, and the following race is the most punishing but exciting marathon you will undertake in your life. When you frame it that way, as the start and not the end, I think it creates a healthier frame of reference for how to prioritize your life and work. And #2 would be that med schools are looking for people with passion and tenacity, not necessarily those with the 5.0 GPAs or perfect MCAT scores. Love things, champion things, show your passion by putting yourself out there or pursuing the things that bring you joy or excitement. A person without passion and dedication (yes, even if the thing you love is not necessarily medicine) can't survive medicine. But if what you are seeking is specific application strategies, specific "click this" or "write that" type things, no such tips uniformly and universally exist or work. It's very much a case by case basis. If you wish to discuss your personal app, your specific situation, I'm always available by DM!Best,md-a