Nameless Need Part 4- Date

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Summary: Selena 'Lena' Allen convinces her neighbor, Adam, to pretend to be her boyfriend so that a Stalker will leave her alone. Things get a little out of hand after that.

Warnings: Injury, taking out your own stiches - Really bad idea btw; cuteness, slow burn, horniness

“Adam, it’s Lena,”  She called as she knocked on his apartment door.  “answer the door Sackler, I know you haven’t changed the bandage since the last time I was here.”

“It’s not a good time,” Adam called back suspiciously.  “I’m busy, ow, fuck.”

“Oh no, tell me you are not pulling those stiches out yourself,”  Lena shoved the door.  “Adam let me in.”  The door opened with a squeak.  “What the fuck?” She asked as she looked at him sitting in just his jeans on his couch with a box cutter.

“They itch, Doc said they could come out this week.”  He shrugged without looking up at her.

“You’re a fucking idiot.  He said you could go see him this week and get them taken out.  You are not a health care professional.”  Adam opened his mouth to speak but Lena held a finger up at him and gave him a stern look.  “And don’t say you play one on TV!”

“I wasn’t I swear.  But you know, you’re a health care professional.”  He said with cute puppy dog eyes as he held out the box cutter.  Lena huffed out a tired laugh as she rubbed her hand down her face.

“You know it’s a good thing you’re cute, Sackler.  Come on, I can’t do anything without the right tools, and light.”  She agreed begrudgingly.  It would only be worse if she left him alone.

“So, you think I’m cute, kid?”  Adam smirked at her as he stood up.  Lena felt her stomach lurch forward as his jeans fell dangerously low on his hips and it took everything within her not to lick her lips.

“Whatever,” Lena said in her most sarcastic tone.  She led him across the hall to her apartment and let them both in.  She grabbed a first aid kit and brought a light source to her counter.

“You’re kinda good at this,”  Adam said as she started to clean the area and started to cut out the stiches.

“You better be buying me dinner.  I also get paid for my work.  And this is over-time, so it better be something tasty.”  She said focusing on her work.  Adam used his other hand and brushed her bangs from her face so she could see better.

He would be lying to himself if he said that was the reason.  He had been thinking of an excuse for two weeks now for a reason to touch her.  Her hair looked so soft, and he wanted to feel it as he curled his fingers in it.  But they weren’t there yet. Hell, they were only friends, even what he was doing now was pushing the line.

“Pizza?  I know a good place that’s not far from here.”  He offered.  “Ow!”

“Sorry,”  Lena said softly looking up at him.  God, he wanted her to look up at him like that with his cock in her mouth.  He couldn’t let on that the reason he needed the stiches out was because he couldn’t jerk off because of them.  He was so horny that an old lady had called him a nice boy and he had almost fucking whimpered in the supermarket.

He needed to get laid, and while that had never been a problem for him before, it felt wrong.  He didn’t want to dwell on the fact that it had started when he met Lena. And he often told himself that it was because he didn’t want word of his escapades to reach her coworker.  But even that was not completely true.

“All done,”  Lena wiped sweat off her forehead then went and cleaned herself up.  “Are you going to go to dinner without a shirt on?”  She asked, checking him out jokingly.

“How about you change into something nice but comfortable and we can get pizza and some fresh air.  I’m going crazy cooped up in that apartment anyway.  Wear good shoes,”  He said before rushing to her door to get a shirt on.

Lena went to her closet and started going through it to figure out what she was going to wear.   It took her three searches through her closet before she settled on jeans and a cute top that Amber had suggested she get.

“You clean up nice, kid,”  Adam said to cover for the fact that he almost had the air stolen from his lungs at the sight of her.

“Not bad yourself, Sackler.”  She grinned prettily as they walked downstairs.  They enjoyed their pizza, nice conversations, silly teasing, and general innuendo helped pass their time.  He took her for a walk through a garden, looking for any excuse to touch her.  He even grabbed her hand to pull her away from oncoming traffic.  Lena gave him a look after a poorly covered attempt to put his arm around her waist, and Adam thought she might have been on to his game, but she simply teased him about being a handsy neighbor and they finished their night very late.

It was almost 3 am when Adam walked Lena up to her apartment door.

“I had a really nice time tonight,”  Lena said, albeit a little sleepy.  “Thanks for being a good friend and taking me out.”

“Thanks for being a good neighbor and helping me with my arm,”  Adam grinned.  “Go to bed sleepy head.”

Lena got up on her tip toes and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks for being there, when I needed you too,”  She said as she held his shoulder to keep from falling.

Adam couldn’t help himself.  He’d been too pent up, or it had been her sweet smile.  Whatever the excuse was he couldn’t help himself.

He reached out with his hand to cup her cheek and kissed her.

@turnipoddity’s nurse adam got me GROUNDED

is it a safe space to say we should bring back assassinations cuz literally our us government is just incompetent asf

mass shootings happen every day, womens rights are being taken away, ppl are living off minimum wage, the housing costs are just dreadful, cop cities are being funded, a genocide is going on and thousands of palestinian kids are dead but yeah lets just ban tiktok!! that'll solve all our problems <33

There’s this patient that everyone has written off as being drug/attention seeking. Crazy old lady, mean as hell. Asking for dilaudid all morning, refusing her Percocet (oxycodone + Tylenol, good shit), and has no actual injuries to “justify” it. Refuses to let anyone do anything that isn’t giving her dilaudid.

Welll. I’ve been in her room for most of the past 4 hours. Talking to her, explaining things (ex. Hello ma’am, I’d like to talk to you about your medication. I know you’re in a lot of pain and you want something strong, but you’ve been refusing the percocet. Did you know it made from oxycodone? Would you like to try it? And shocker—she did!) and just letting her talk.

My nurse won’t even go in her room. When I came out after a straight hour, she asked what I’d been doing bc she couldn’t find me. I told her I was just talking to the patient (about her family, life, etc.), and she didn’t ask me for medication a single time. Nurse was shocked. The patient accepted the percocet that she’s been refusing for 2 days. She let us draw her labs, which she’d been refusing even longer.

Yeah, she’s still a crotchety old lady, but she’s lonely. When it comes to elderly patients, they tend to report pain in 2 ways: 1. They severely underreport bc they dont want to be “one of those” old people that complains about everything, or 2. They are one of those old people that complains about everything, because what they really want is attention, company, and comfort. They just don’t want to be left alone.

Pain management and comfort is very important to me. I hate being in pain, and I don’t want my patients to be in pain. So I’m going to advocate for them as much as I can. But part of that advocation is recognizing when pain medication will do more harm than good, and more importantly, when it won’t actually fix the problem. No amount of dilaudid is going to solve my patient’s loneliness. But I can stay with her and let her tell me about her family, and find that it helps just as much.

Re: Zuko sexism and fandom: I think that a LOT of people are just genuinely unwilling to actually view Zuko's bad behaviour as actually consequential. He gets "forgiven" by the Gaang and he has a big dramatic duel and then he rules the Fire Nation so it's fine actually. If it wasn't fine he wouldn't have been forgiven, like Jet! They use the lens of end-of-series Zuko, influenced by how the Gaang forgives him, to then retroactively handwave away his earlier behaviour and view it as if end of series Zuko is just misguidedly doing those things, rather than it being an actual expression of what he believes in and his morality at that point in time. Part of it is an abundance of sympathy and projection because he's the most explicit (and arguably only explicit, because other child abuse victims are never injured or attempted-murdered that we know of, and that's the bar for many viewers. Neither are any other than Zuko positioned piteously or as victims of Serious Injustice.) child abuse victim in the show and we see so MUCH of his internal struggle. For like a whole book. There's also a consistent trend of viewing the Fire Nation as Yes, Actually, being better than the other societies, they just shouldn't have tried to spread it via war, so yes Zuko is ✨indoctrinated✨ but in a feminist galaxy brained way not a bad fascist way. So the colonialism would've been fine if people had just agreed with how great the Fire Nation is! Pretty much the entirety of Zuko's bad behaviour is handwaved away as "he's a good guy who had a bad life! We forgive him for all of it, he's trying!" And to a lot of viewers, it's also "he's also hot and I've had a crush on him since I was like 14!". He's genuinely a huge asshole to pretty much everyone around him like, almost 24/7, for the majority of the show. And he has his reasons but he's still caused a lot of harm, and that we see? he's basically only revised his views on violent colonialism, making his Anger other people's problem, and some parts of racism. He only ever addresses what he's done to the Gaang and Uncle to. Does he buy Song another ostrich horse? Does he give Kyoshi reparations? Did he ever find out if that farming family with the kid Lee were harmed for harbouring a FIRE NATION PRINCE? What did he do to apologise to the Southern Water Tribe? Whatever he did to apologise to and thank Mai, if anything, I can guarantee it wasn't enough. That's just his personal stuff, never mind his policy choices as the New Fiery Dictator. It's so boring and frustrating how much people gloss over his jagged edges, because without those edges his narrative and how he fits into the world and story just collapses completely.

you’re so right about all of this. I think his final scene with mai is especially emblematic of how his resolution is framed as “and they all lived happily ever after” even though I remember perfectly well how he treated that poor girl so I’m just yelling at her to run away the whole scene. although I will say that stealing song’s ostrich horse was probably his most justifiable crime just bc if I was a disfigured burn victim and someone tried to touch my face without asking I’d also consider committing petty theft against them. ngl. he still does owe her a new ostrich horse though. and of course framing his ascension as some grand victory is thematically/telelogically appropriate, but I highly doubt he would be like. good at firelording. but that’s for another post. ppl really like smoothing out his edges and treating him as if he’s beyond reproach when everyone only finds him so compelling in the first place because his flaws are so obvious, so they assume he’s more “complex” than the other characters (and also more relatable, but that’s for another post too). it’s actually kind of funny if you think about it. “he’s the best because he’s so noticeably flawed and therefore so complex but also I love him so he doesn’t have any flaws actually and is probably a feminist socialist who loves eating pussy and listening to women.” and this is also lowkey how ppl talk about sokka too but at least sokka does actually do those things, zuko doesn’t even pretend to😭 anyway. i keep saying today that you guys couldn’t handle revolutionary girl utena, but you guys REALLY couldn’t handle revolutionary girl utena…

get it right next time. [vadim belongs to @drbeverlymantle]

Just got to the second half of disco elysium and all i have to say is... WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK WHAT THE FUCK AHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

Lilla Thornton (Masters of The Air OFC)

Note: A little introduction to my newest original female character for the Masters of The Air universe. Look out for all her adventures in the weeks to come. Word Count: 895 words.

Glass plasma bottles clicked against each other as they moved inside the chipped wooden crate marked "Medical Supplies". Pyramids of morphine syrettes threatened to spill with every second step heavier than the opposite. In a different setting, desperate hands would be grabbing at the morphine, like kids to a bowl of candy. It was a highly sought-after substance on the frontlines by medics, but in the ghostly quiet hallways of the on-base infirmary, no one dared to steal from what supplies graced the stockroom. 

In the middle of the infirmary's hustle and bustle lay a heavy oak desk, out of place and odd for its surroundings but very fitting for the occupier who worked upon it, hour after hour.

Thud! Rattle! Clunk! The wooden crate came to rest upon the paper-laden desk as dainty hands rifled through its contents, determined to find the item that she so urgently needed.

"Ah-ha!" the gentle rasp with a Texan accent piped up as she grasped what she was looking for in her left hand. "There you are, you little rascal."

"Still talking to the medical supplies, I see."

"You know me, Nora. If a seasick-riddled boat journey across the pond can't change my ways, it will never happen," Second Lieutenant Thornton chirped as she turned to stand before the friendly face.

Lilla Thornton was a petite girl from Fredericksburg, Texas. Although she was small in stature, she had a big personality. As head nurse, the tiny Texan often had to drum up morale as her fellow medics worked tirelessly on wounded men evacuated from the battle-damaged aircraft returning from missions into occupied Europe. It was almost like working on a production line; as soon as a patient was stable, they'd be moved to a more suitable bed within the infirmary, away from all the chaos.

A no-nonsense kind of girl, Lilla was known for throwing herself into her work, placing it on top of her list before pleasure. Her time at Thorpe Abbotts was a perfect example of this practice. As her nurses clung to the men of the 100th every Friday at the Half Moon Inn, the young Lieutenant would spend her night taking stock of supplies and rolling bandages. Even back home, she'd rather spend her weekends studying or helping her father run the family ranch than travel the hour into Austin to go drinking and galavanting with her friends.

Growing up, she had to learn and take responsibility more quickly than most girls. At the age of seven, her dear mother Tabitha passed suddenly of an unknown illness that doctors were trying to grasp a better knowledge and understanding. Lilla was the eldest of three siblings, meaning any extra time she had after her classes were finished was spent working to bring in extra money to aid the family finances.

Her father, a cripple who couldn't work, always encouraged the brunette to follow her heart, and on the 18th of August 1941, Lilla Thornton joined the Army Nurse Corps. With a passion for helping those in need and a hard-working ethic, Army life came as easy as learning to crawl as an infant.

Training started at Brooke General Hospital, San Antonio, Texas, before she was assigned to the Eighth Air Force as a breakaway unit in September of 1942. A single gold bar sat proudly upon the collar of her dress uniform and the new role of head nurse upon her shoulders.

At Kearney Army Airfield, Nebraska, Lilla made friends with a fellow nurse from Louisiana. Like Lilla, Nora was a serious person putting just as much dedication into her role as a nurse as the Texan girl did. Nora and Lilla forged a friendship that would stand the test of time.

Thrusting the two bottles of saline towards the medic, followed by some syrettes of morphine, Lilla raised an eyebrow in question at the female before her.

"This should be more than enough for now. You don't happen to have any chocolate in your magic box, Lieutenant Thornton?" Nora’s Southern drawl emphasized certain words as she asked the smaller female. 

Holding up a finger, Lilla turned and began to search through a heavy oak drawer connected to her desk before producing a foil-covered article. Chocolate had become a rare commodity, especially with all the rationing the Americans faced while living in England, and what they could get a hold of tasted far from what they were used to back home. 

"This is my last ration for this month. It better be for a good reason you’re looking for some. You owe me one, Nora."

"You got my word, Li. If you have the time, can you check on Lieutenant Payne? I think he's coming down with pneumonia."

Looking up from her clipboard at the mention of one of the navigators, Lilla nodded. It was apparent there was some kind of bug going around the base. She’d already treated a few men with similar symptoms.

"I don't have long left until I've finished my shift here, but I'll be round as soon as possible. Just make sure he's kept warm until I get there."

Returning her attention to the crate of supplies, Lilla sat down behind the desk to begin the final stock check of her shift.

tbear wedding // that first night at the bar (The Local)... limobus to venue swarm // sid + jt + oilers

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Nameless Need Pt. 1 - Hero

Word count: 739

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Pairing: Adam Sackler x OFC (Selena Allen)

Warnings: Stalking, more warnings to come

A/N: This is my first time writing Adam Sackler, or for Adam Driver at all so please be gentle with me. I have a feeling Adam will feel kinda OOC, cause I've only seen a few episodes of the girls but hopefully you all enjoy anyway!

Summary: Selena 'Lena' Allen convinces her neighbor, Adam, to pretend to be her boyfriend so that a Stalker will leave her alone. Things get a little out of hand after that.

The thump at the stairs caught Adam’s attention while he was fishing his keys out of his pocket.  The woman that lived across the hall had dropped her grocery bag and her purse when she tripped running up the stairs.  Adam put his stuff down and walked over to her, grabbed her under the arm and helped stand her up.

“Help me,” She hissed as she put an arm on the shoulder and leaned into him.

“What?” He asked.

“He’s been following me since work,”  She gasped before speaking much louder, “God, you’re my hero, baby.”  Adam took only a second before he fell into character.  He dipped her low like he was dancing with her and grabbed her grocery bag as he nuzzled her neck.

“What would you do without me,”  He said chuckled at the same volume as her.

“Lena, sweets, you dropped you…. Oh,”  Said a man who had a jar in his hand as he walked up the stairs.  He stopped short when he saw Adam.

“Charlie, I didn’t see you.  I thought you were still at the hospital,”  She giggled as she let Adam right her and moved to put the large man between her and Charlie.

“Here let me take that,”  Adam offered his hand out to Charlie.

“Oh sure,”  Charlie said suspiciously.  “She can be such a klutz sometimes.  I’m sure you are constantly picking up after her.”

“Well it’s a nice view, so I don’t mind,”  Adam said.  He turned and handed the jar to Lena with a wink.  “Hey babe, why don’t you take your stuff inside and I come give you a massage,”

“Ok, don’t take too long, or I might start without you,”  Lena said coyly, before prancing as best as she could into her apartment.

“Charlie, right,”  Adam said as he turned to look back at the man who had followed his neighbor home from her job.  “Lena, hasn’t talked about you before, sorry.”  Charlie made a face of displeasure and that pleased Adam.  Typical stalker.

“Right, yeah, I work with her at the hospital.  Ya know, Lena said she had a boyfriend but none of us believed her.  You should come by some time as proof.  I mean unless it’s not that serious,” Charlie sneered.  He was trying to get a ruse out of Adam, but that was not going work.

“Oh it’s pretty serious,”  Adam said as he moved to go toward Lena’s door.  “See ya around Charlie,”  He didn’t bother looking back over his shoulder before walking into Lena’s apartment.

“Thanks,” She huffed as Adam closed the door behind himself.  “I’m Selena, by the way.  Everyone calls me Lena at work, though.”

“Adam,”  He introduced himself to her, letting himself look at her.  She had sandy hair pulled into a high ponytail, cute but also efficient, with her bangs hanging over in front of her grey eyes.  He also noticed that she was wearing scrubs.  “Do I need to take a shower in disinfectant?”  He asked lifting his hands and gesturing at her.

“What? Oh no you’re good.”  She laughed earnestly.  “Can I make you dinner, you know, to say thanks?”   She looked frazzled.

“I don’t need anything like that, he looked like a fucking creep.”  Adam said tossing his thumb over his shoulder.

“It’s just spaghetti, the least I can do for my ‘boyfriend’,”  She put little air quotes around boyfriend.

“Does he do that often?  Follow you home?”  Adam asked.  He couldn’t say why but between the cute way you shook your bangs out of your face, and the way his blood was boiling with anger toward Charlie, he didn’t want to move away from the front door.

“Uh no, this is the first time, at least the first time I’ve seen him, near my home,”  She started pulling her groceries out of the bag that Adam had rescued for her.  “I, uh, this is stupid but would you please stay for dinner.  I don’t want to be alone, I mean I just don’t feel safe, you know?”

“Okay, but I’m gonna wash dishes.”  Adam said finally taking a step toward her little kitchen island. 

“Thanks, I need to go change, make yourself comfortable.”  She gestured to some chairs she had by the island before walking away.

“So, you’re a doctor?”  Adam asked as he fell into the chair with a bit of a sigh.  What had he gotten himself into here?

Have you ever been engaged, Mister Spock? YES, IT’S ROGER. SHE IS T’PRING. My wife.

ii. bluell & blue skies

a lil’ sneakers peekers !!!!

The nurse cleared her throat suddenly, trying to stifle her nerves and block out the faces that were drawn to her every move. So much so that she even had one Major John Egan attuned, eyes glued to her like a hawk catching their prey.

A twinge of familiarity washed over him as he took in the young woman with full red lips and pinned up hair, a complete contradiction to the nurse he saw in scrubs just a few hours prior attending to Lieutenant Joseph Payne. Yet, what captivated him, what really set in that sense of recognition were her eyes. Those hazy green eyes that had almost rendered him speechless in completing his promotional tasks for Croz.

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Patrick Troughton lays down the law as Italian police Inspector Guido Gambetti in The Saint: Interlude in Venice (5.2, ITC, 1966)

actually one of the things about perpetually online ppl that rly annoys me is how they blindly adopt communism as an inverse of capitalism and call themselves a "communist" (i mostly see this w gen z age ppl that live in the us) as a way to say that they hate america when they really have no idea how badly communism decimated eastern european countries and their possibilities to grow into a stable economic state

❤️🩷🩵🤍

we’re going back to the beginning for percy’s birthday

cue the appearance of annabeth’s private account and my nurse!percy headcanon

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