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howtofightwrite · 2 years

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My character is a 50 something police officer that suddenly finds herself in a post-apocalyptic world (think similar to Fallout), how would her training help her?

There's a little more complexity here than you might expect. Fallout alternates between three different settings, and I don't mean this in the normal, nerdy, “oh, but Fallout: Tactics, isn't canon, except for the Midwestern Brotherhood...” I mean it rotates across three different post-apocalyptic sub-genres. So, I'll dig those out in a minute.

The biggest thing is probably combat training. Even if they never had a combat specialist role (like a SWAT officer), they would still have undergone training in hand to hand, use of their baton, their sidearm, and a shotgun. They may have also been trained with various types of rifles. While it's not likely to be their most commonly used skill, it does open their options up a lot. It will also help them avoid some very bad situations. Sometimes, having a combat background is more about knowing when not to walk into someplace.

The second big boon is going to be their medical training. Even if they were just a patrol officer, they would still have undergone first aid and CPR certification on a fairly regular basis. Depending on their experiences, this might also give them a passing understanding of pharmacology (especially if they worked vice or dealt with ODs on a regular basis), and they may even be able to perform some rudimentary field surgery if there's no other option. (Granted, they also have a pretty good chance of killing their patient, but that's still better odds than the certainty of dying without any medical attention.)

The third major skill is their grasp of human nature. This is something that most veteran cops will build up over time, simply as a result of their human interactions. Now, this can result in a very jaundiced view of people, due their experiences, but this will make it harder to pull one over on them. (Now, there is a blind spot here, because your character is now in an unfamiliar world, their baseline is going to be a little bit scrambled. But, in general, they're going to have a significant advantage in reading people's behavior, and intentions.)

Depending on their background, they may have a lot of more specialized skills that could be extremely useful. Someone who worked in SWAT will have an extremely robust combat toolkit to work with, someone with a motor pool background will have an advantage in vehicle repair and maintenance (and while only two Fallout games have featured working cars, they're certainly a part of the setting.) A pilot would know how to operate a chopper (or vertibird.) Specific to Fallout, an officer with a background dealing with maintaining robotics would be able to do that, and might also have some skill with working on power armor. A hostage negotiator would have an almost frightening number of social options. A vice detective would have, likely, have a robust knowledge of pharmacology (as mentioned earlier), both in their symptoms, but also, likely, in their creation, and potential uses. Finally, detectives would still have their investigation skills, which could be very useful in their field. This is the usual, determining what happened at a location, tracking people, and so on.

So, why did I make a point about there being multiple versions of Fallout earlier? Because it affects how useful some of these skills are. Fallout, from its first incarnation, was a pastiche of an entire literary genre, which took heavy inspiration from multiple, not completely compatible, visions of a post-apocalyptic world.

The original game is bleak and subdued. You could almost think of it as a low-fantasy post-nuclear wasteland. Very little of the old world survives into the original game. It's also a world without a lot of the more fanciful elements that have become synonymous with the brand. Deathclaws are a ghost story told to frighten green caravan hands, not a massive apex predator understood to be wandering the wasteland. The super mutants are staying in hiding, while they carefully enact their master's plan. Ghouls are rare enough that most mistakenly describe them as the risen dead.

Within this context, a lot of the survival skills are likely to be the most important. Notably, there are a few cases where towns are run by their police. This is something that a veteran cop might have experience with. If they took on a leadership role, then it's quite possible they have a good background for starting, and protecting, a new settlement. Though, as the first game shows, this is an approach that can backfire horribly.

Fallout 2 and New Vegas represent a different, and more unusual, post-apocalyptic setting. These are worlds where the survivors are so separated from the end of the world that they're effectively building new civilizations. In Fallout 2, this includes a number of new, post-war cities, that have built up in the decades between the games.

These games also reflect an era when a lot of the mysteries of the wasteland have been exposed. Things like the ghouls, super mutants, and deathclaws are all known to exist, and the latter are acknowledged as serious threats.

In situations like this, some of the survival skills are less important, and it's possible your character could actually go back to doing their job, if they're living in one of the larger cities. It may seem a little counterintuitive, but these are settings where, to some extent, life goes on like it did before. With some changes along the way.

Fallout 3, 4, and, 76 all kind of operate as, “immediate aftermath,” scenarios. In spite of the mainline games being set in the back half of the 23rdcentury, their worlds are ones that almost make more sense in first few decades after the nukes struck.

Hell, Nick's personal quest centers around settling a score with someone from before the war, and while there's in-universe justification for how this works, this really is a variant of a renegade cop's revenge story. It's explicitly the kind of story you'd normally set immediately after the apocalypse, before everyone had a chance to die off of old age. Granted, there's some extra existential elements at play, but in the end, this is a story that does suffer from spending 200 years at the back of a freezer.

I hate to say this, because I don't want to tell anyone they should play it, but 76 is worth considering, specifically for The Responders. These were a mix of police, firefighters, and paramedics who set about rebuilding immediately after the war. And, ironically, if Todd Howard's dictatorial fiat hadn't put an end to any living NPCs in Appalachia, along with his driving need to wedge the Brotherhood of Steel into places where it didn't belong, 76's concept of The Responders is a pretty good model for what a character could build.

The Desert Rangers get a few stray references in Fallout and New Vegas, but they're never fleshed out... because they're a reference to the player faction in Wasteland. The actual origin, much like the Brotherhood of Steel, is the pre-war US Military group. The Rangers were original a Nevada National Guard Engineering Battalion, and immediately after the war they commandeered a prison complex, repurposing it as their headquarters.

If you've never looked at Wasteland, the Rangers have (to some extent) a more law enforcement focused approach to their territory. This is complicated by the fact that things are still more than a little messed up. However, it may give you some more thoughts on what you could do with a cop in that environment, or how people would try to rebuild after the end.

It's probably worth remembering that Max Rokatansky (the protagonist of the Mad Max films) is a former cop, and his signature vehicle was a Police Interceptor before the end of the world. In fact, the first film, The Road Warrior(1979), isn't even post-apocalyptic. The events occur as the world is falling apart around them. While this has a lot to do with the budgetary constraints of a film that (literally) paid many of its extras in beer, it is a unique apocalypse as a result.

Ultimately, depending on what their job was as a cop, your character has a lot of potential skill sets, and nearly any of them could be extremely advantageous in a post-apocalyptic environment. It really is a question of what overlaps between who they are and the world they find themselves in.

-Starke

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marvelmadam08 · 4 years

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Baby Blues 11/?

Summary: Ace goes to his first doctor’s visit, and Alex checks in with her doctor.

Warnings: First shots, crying, doctor visits, slight jealousy. Fluffy Dad!Chris content. Body insecurities, health concerns, and mentions of sex.

A/N: Rest in Power to Chadwick Boseman, our Black Panther and King. He gave us so much while battling cancer, not just Black Panther. The work he has done in the amount of time he had left a mark, and cannot be replicated. Chadwick Boseman has been such a force in Hollywood that no one could ever forget him. My heart goes out to all his close friends and family.

Also, let’s not make this about Black Panther 2.

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6 Weeks Old

“I mean they can program a robot to perform surgery on a grape but they still have to jab a n-e-e-d-l-e into my baby’s skin for vaccinations.” Alex glared at a few of the other moms in the waiting room, eyeing Chris up and down with Ace.

Chris fed him while Alex filled out the medical file. He was noisy drinking from the bottle, but he took to bottle feeding easier than Alex expected. She watched from the corner of her eye, Chris was a natural, jumping right into action whenever Ace needed something. Seeing him walk around the house with Ace never got old. He was always singing songs to him, some made up. Alex’s favorite so far was the one called ‘Doggies Are Friendly’, in attempts to get Ace to warm up to Dodger. No luck.

Overall seeing Chris Evans with a baby was enough to get any woman excited, and willing to give him more. So she could understand the gazes he got from the other moms, but that didn’t mean she had to just sit there and let them undress her husband with their eyes.

“Al, he can’t understand you.” He watched Ace, unaware of the extra eyes lusting after him

“He’s intuitive Chris, he knows what I mean." Alex frowned, thinking about the how upset Ace would be once he got his shots. She always thought her mother was being overprotective when she was younger but now she understood it completely. She could hear him crying now, and the thought made her eyes sting.

Chris finally looked up, after hearing the infliction in Alex’s voice ”What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Don’t say that, we’re not gonna bottle up our feelings.”

She half shrugged “I guess it’s a mental thing. I mean I know he has to get the shots- I just feel like I’m a monster, purposefully putting him through pain.”

“Baby, it’s a required check up, the first of many shots down the road. You aren’t a monster, you’re a mother.”

“Evans?” the nurse called out from behind the counter

“Are you gonna be okay?” Chris asked as they stood, shifting Ace against his shoulder to burp him

“If you’re asking me if I’m gonna cry, I’m making no promises.” she quickly admitted

Alex hovered over the nurse while she weighed and measured Ace, and checked his heartbeat. Ace’s face when the cold stethoscope touched his chest was adorably deadpan. However, Chris was the one with all the questions, discussing development stages with the nurse the entire time. Going over Ace’s feeding and sleeping routine, asking if the amount of sleep was too little or too much. Would changing the baby wipes would cause any rashes. How soon would it be before hiding out if he was actually allergic to food or animals. And he jotted it all down in his phone, Alex stopped the nurse short when she offered to give Chris her number for any future questions.

“Al, I can hold him.” Chris offered once it was time for the vaccine shots

“No, it’s fine. I can handle it.” She kept Ace’s head turned away facing Chris. The nurse took a step closer, syringe in hand, Alex moved away slightly. “Sorry.”

The nurse tried again, Alex turned the other way.

“Mrs. Evans, I need you to stop moving him.”

“Al-”

“Okay, you hold him.” she conceded, before handing Ace over to Chris

She chewed her nail and watched from her new spot. Ace cried the second the nurse stuck him, Chris felt tears rising to his eyes. He went to wipe them away before anyone could see but more spilled over hearing the cries getting louder. Ace fidgeted against Chris, a heartbreaking attempt for him to move away from whatever stuck him.

“It’s okay baby.” Alex did her best to soothe him while the nurse prepped for another shot. She looked up at Chris, his cheeks wet but he kept his face straight, Alex wiped the tears away from her husband’s face before repeating “It’s okay baby.”

Seeing Ace’s lip poke out while the nurse moved in to stick him again nearly made Chris go into full defense mode, but he bit the inside of his cheek when the crying started again. Ace’s, not his.

“It’s okay honey, we’re all done with the shots.” the nurse soothed, covering the puncture points with small smiley face band-aids

“Yay, all done!” Alex clapped while Chris kissed the top of his son’s head to calm him “You okay?” Alex gave her husband some comforting back rubs

“Yeah, I’m okay.” He sniffled

"Good because now we have to go to my appointment."

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After chewing down the nails on her left hand, Alex was half through her right one when she was called into her doctor’s exam room. Chris offered to go in with her, but she quickly declined, knowing she would have to be undressed for part, if not most, of the check-up. She done her own self-examination last night, seeing how different she looked down there.

She didn’t want to be vain about it, but the first thing that popped in her head once she looked was how much she needed to get a wax. The second was equally as vain as it was humbling when she thought about having sex with Chris again. Her husband, AKA, Captain freaking America, who could eat to his hearts content and still come out looking as cut as the day she met him. Alex wanted to kick him and kiss him at the same time.

“Well Alex,” her doctor spoke, going over her notes “my main concern for you right now, is your blood pressure. It’s a little higher than usual, what’s your diet like at home?”

“More red meat than before, loads of pasta.” Alex paused to think “I tried string peas, y’know just for research purposes, surprisingly good.”

She chuckled “I tended to lean towards the squash when my first kid was born, but peas were a close second. What about stress?”

Alex shrugged “Fine, I guess. I mean, I can deal with it.”

“Alex, you can’t take this lightly. Stress can be just as harmful as smoking, for both you and your son. You are still breast feeding right?”

“Yes, and I started pumping.”

She jotted down some more notes “Mhmm, and how’s that going? No issues? Low milk supply? Pain while nursing?”

“Aside from the nipple chaffing, not really.” Alex picked at her nails, her doctor noticed

“Alex, I can’t help if you’re not one hundred percent honest with me. It’s bad enough we have doctors that downplay our symptoms because of a bullshit theory that Black people, specifically Black women, have higher pain tolerance. Don’t put on a brave face, not when it comes to your health.”

“Well when you put it like that- I hate pumping, I hate feeding sometimes too. It’s like a bunch of pins and needles sticking me when I do it, just sucking the life out of me. I don’t recognize my body anymore, and I’m warning you now, it’s not pretty down there. As for the stress, my husband and I have been fighting over what’s best for Ace, and our marriage. Which makes me concerned for when I go back to working. My Dad damn near broke his back, my son won’t sleep for longer than an hour, and I think he hates our family dog.” Alex exhaled a sharp breath

“You feel better?”

“Yes, thank you.”

“If you don’t like the feel you have when pumping when why do it?”

“Chris wants to be included in feed Alexander, my son, which I get. He’s gonna be back and forth between working and home again, so he wants his chance to bond with him.”

“But breast feeding is also uncomfortable to you?”

“Only when he fights trying to latch, but once he does and he’s calm, it’s worth it.”

“Have you ever considered formula? Lots of new moms do it, even rotated between that and breast milk. It’s actually proven to help both the mom and the baby.”

“We’ve talked about it, I voted against it.”

“I’m not saying you should, ultimately it’s your choice, but I will recommend, giving it a shot considering the stress you might be going through.” she scribbled down a few more notes “Now physically, how do you feel?”

“In my vagina?”

“There too. Please scoot forward and lay back for me.”

Alex followed orders and put her legs in the stirrups “Mostly tired, out of everything I’m exhausted. I’ve been walking to try and slim down a bit, but the weight isn’t going anywhere.”

“That’s to be expected, a lot of new moms hope for the baby weight to drop right off.” Alex’s doctor explained while pulling on her gloves “However, a lot of it is your uterus trying to shrink back to it’s regular size after being stretched out for nine months. Perfectly normal to like your body isn’t the same anymore, because it’s not. It gets easier the more kids you have.”

Alex chuckled “I don’t plan on having another one for a while.”

“Are you taking birth control?”

“No, Ace’s spit up on my clothes is all the birth control I need right now.” Alex shifted slightly “Plus I don’t really get in the mood too often now a days. Not sure if it’s emotional or mental but I’m just not ready to bring intimacy back in just yet.”

“Well physically, you’re good to go. Stitches are all healed, no signs of infection or tears. I will recommend going easy though, as well as a birth control, in case your mood changes.”

“Thanks, what do you recommend for my marriage?” Alex asked jokingly

“I have an acquaintance who’s a marriage counselor. I can give you her contact information if you like.”

“Um- I think I’ll pass this time Doc.”

“Okay then, I’ll let you get dressed and just talk to Toni at the desk before you leave to set up your next appointment.”

Chris stood once he saw Alex reenter the waiting room, Ace was fast asleep in the carrier.

“What did your doctor say? How are you doing?”

Alex did her best not to hesitate “A little concerned about my diet, said my blood pressure was a bit high, but overall-”

“Are you okay?”

“Chris, let me finish.” she gave him a reassuring smile “I gotta fix my diet, limit my stress and my blood pressure will be fine.”

“What did she say about- other things?” he hinted, a light blush creeping to his cheeks

“Well- my insatiable husband- I should wait a little longer. Nothing is wrong it’s just what she recommends.”

Chris nodded “Okay, not a problem.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders “We’ll wait, doctor’s orders.”

“Doctor’s orders.”

#chris evans x ofc #Chris Evans #Black Writers #OFC #babyblues #marvel #Avengers #Defending Jacob #devil all the time #Sebastian Stan #black reader #the falcon and the winter soldier #rip chadwick boseman

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jamiebluewind · 4 years

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Character Descriptions for Fantasy High

Season 2 episode 5

I decided to give you guys all the visual info for the notable characters from the latest episode (and a few random details I thought might help with their vibe). Please let me know if you have more to add or spelling corrections and let's have some fun! ^_^

If any of yall create art or a story using what I did here, for gods sakes tag me or shoot me an ask/PM so I can see it! I love everything yall create, but not everything shows up in the Fantasy High tag, so I would love to get the opportunity to see things I would miss otherwise ^_^

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Jamina Joy

Alternate spellings for name: Jaminna, Jamyna, Jamynna, Jemina, or a nickname for Benjamina

War forged: Living automaton made of stone and rusted steal and wood

8.5 feet tall

Right eye is gleaming bright latern eye (sort of a golem magic robot look) and left eye is short circuited with visible tungsten wire (that would normally be lit) is frayed. The working eye makes a sound and (combined with Brennan's hand movement) appears to be able to zoom and/or scan.

Right hand has 3 stone fingers that close like a claw (Brennan's hand movement indicates the movement is similar to a claw machine) and left hand is a four barrel rotating cannon.

Tri-clawed "feet" (more robotic than human approximations)

Long blue captain's coat, dirty white normal sailor's shirt (under her coat), striped pants (no color given) that go down to her "feet"

Deep husky voice (inhale or growl sound before she starts talking each time).

No approximation of a heart or thing that beats. "In my chest of stone and wood, there beats no heart to keep in time."

No knowledge of Solace, it's tech, or it's culture.

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Alester Ash

Alternate spellings for name: Alistair, Alastair, Alistair, Aleister, Allister, Alister, Alester, and Alaister

Teenage tiefling (Brennan said he looks young many times and sometimes called him a kid, so probably younger than the group)

Bright red skin with a tail and cloven hooves

Malnourished, scrawny, clean shaven (or just hairless)

Scarf and jangly jewelry

Said it was rumored that he was descended Geryon (deposed former lord of the Fifth circle of hell) on his mother side and Dispater (lord of the second circle of hell) on his father's side

Was a street urchin and can't read.

Currently a warlock (due to Bill Seacaster's patron pyramid scheme) with low intelligence (and probably low on wisdom too), but decent charisma.

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Garthy O'Brien

Nonbinary half-orc aasimar

Descendant of "risen devils" called Za-zhear-ee (closed captioning spell it Zajiri)

Muscular and tall

Sides and back of head is shaved with a flop of black hair on top

Whites of eyes are black, irises are shimmering metalic gold, and pupils are black. Their irises can spiral when they examine things.

Top surgery scars disguised with geometric celestial tattoos

Thin line geometric tattoo work around their wrists and biceps

Floral tattoos on their midsection with some sharp leaves

No shirt, fabric heavy harem pants, and fine boots with a myriad of belts and straps

A little metalic silver accent makeup on their lips (gesture makes it seem like it's a line in the center) and a little around their eyes.

Massive two-handed scimitar (kept on their back) with gold rings stamped into the back of the blade, the sharp edge on the curve and rings jangling on the back of it.

Sexually? Yes.

Zajiri are risen devils of the orc pantheon that represent everything in life that is soft, wonderful, beautiful, pleasurable, and pleasing. Like holy succubi who tempt orcs away from the ways of their god. "The job is to fuck people into being decent basically."

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James Wicklaw

Ilithid mindflayer

6.5 feet tall

Underdark humanoid with squid-like face, beady eyes, and tentacles that come out of his face (one with a peg leg) that hide his beak

Wearing a bright scarlet coat and blue shirt with an intense crystaline sabor by his side

Captain of The Crimson Claw

He eat brains, drinks mead, hates Bill Seacaster, hates Fabian, and thinks there should be a pirate king

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Mentions

Cathilda the Black, Terror of the Celestine Sea

Random racist dwarf with double braided beard covered in firecrackers (about an hour in the stream) which Fig disguised herself as.

Adaine: Put on a tricorner hat (but is still in her normal clothes)

Gorgug: Got a huge tin flower tattoo on his right arm at the shoulder. Also some Zajiri celestial runes on his right forearm

Fig: Pain and pleasure tattooed in Zajiri celestial runes. Edit: @daxina pointed out that Fig may have gotten the tattoos on her wrists as that was where she originally intended to get the tattoo, but she also pointed to her knuckles during the part when getting the tattoo, so it's unclear which is correct at this time.

Kristen: Neck tattoo of Tracker's name on the right side of her neck.

Tracker: Neck tattoo of Kristen's name on the right side of her neck.

Riz: All the clues he's found so far during the current investigation given to a tattoo artist. Most likely all text, but not confirmed. The words "Night Yorb" as a chest piece (unknown if other words were also put on his chest). Other clues on his shoulders. Said if they ran out of room to use his back. Edit: @mellowyall discovered that Riz got Garthy on his right inner forearm (held up his arm at a right angle with his palm forward and pointed towards the inner area of his forearm, same area as brachioradialis muscle). As Riz mispronounced the name as Gardy/Guardy, it may or may not be misspelled. Murph also motioned to his lower neck as well as his chest, shoulders, and forearm during the scene where he mentioned his forearm tattoo, so that might be the extent of the area for his tattoos.

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red-rosa · 6 years

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All right. So. The following has been bouncing around my head for days and is more of a practice in internal voice than anything. It’s not pretty like some of my others, not really edited much, and not even particularly good. In fact, I’m probably going to delete it later. But it wouldn’t leave me alone, it’s silly and somewhat entertaining, and sometimes I like to think I’m funny, so here it is.

Mentions of Old World Blues and such so if anyone hasn’t gone through it, here’s your warning.

Also @gutsngrace? It’s your fault this is seeing the light of day. Look what you have done.

Two hours until sundown, until the great, slumbering creature that was the goldmine of the desert would wake for a night life that, though it was only a ghostly remnant of what was centuries ago, rivaled any “modern” entertainment around. Two hours that would burn by in sluggish seconds, occupied by simmering heat and sun radiating off cracked payment few seemed to be around for. All was quiet (As quiet as it could be with the now all too-familiar sound of gunshots and fights for survival in the surrounding sand dunes) and calm, the crackling speakers outside droning on once again with the same rotation of songs all knew by heart. However, every now and then a yawn would puncture the suffocating blanket everyone seemed covered by, or perhaps it was the light ding of a machine and muffled curse of some day drunk tourist in the background. Those starlets, those clambered for by the night crowds…they weren’t around yet. Still asleep, maybe, or just tucked away in rooms away in privacy and what peace someone could get in a world such as theirs. There was one noticeable absence; boss wasn’t around, and hadn’t been for days. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. She’d often up and disappear, the restlessness of muscles used to eating up miles of dust and adventure that sung in an (admittedly) practiced nervous system driving her away from the bright neon and sloshed merriment. But it wasn’t a concern. She’d come back. She always did.Not that it mattered all that much. Whether she was present or not had little impact on the day to day responsibilities of the city’s inhabitants. It was just business as usual, and one of waiting those long seconds, minutes, hours away. Until it wasn’t.

CRACK.

Inside one of the casinos those behind the counter up front jumped to attention, startled out of their naps by what sounded at first like a gunshot. Before anyone could react beyond that, however, a blinding light seared across vision, everyone in the vicinity flinching away. What the hell? The screaming that followed, however, was anything but ordinary.

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MUGS! GIMME GIMME GIMME-

Hang on. Who was shouting about mugs and why? Why was this important? Why was her head ringing? …. And why did her tailbone hurt like it’d been shattered and put back together (Something she was uncomfortably familiar with due to other unfortunate circumstances that seemed to follow her like bad habits)?

It took a few seconds but soon enough the courier had realized that she was no longer standing in front of the too friendly auto-doc listening to a bewildering set of AI but instead was…back at the Tops? Wait, what? Since when had that…?

And who was saying her name?

“Boss? Damn it, Six, come on. You gotta hear me.”

Looking around with bleary eyes, it took Willow a moment to realize the hand on arm belonged to someone who might actually need some explanation as to why there was now a miniature securitron racing around his lobby screaming about porcelain. Oh, she hoped the robot didn’t reach for one.

From what she could see from her now sitting position (Rather than the ragdoll sprawl she’d apparently been thrown into when she was…whatever from the Sink), the Chairmen were (understandably) jumpy and upset. She wouldn’t put it past one of them to put a bullet through the brain of wires and circuit boards just to make…him? It? Whatever. To make Muggy (Ha! Right! That was his name!) shut up. Which would be a shame, all things considered. She’d promised to help-

“Willow.“

Oh shit, she’d been drifting again, hadn’t she? Giving her head a shake and instantly regretting it (Okay, ow, brains were heavy and she’d forgotten that in their brief separation), she forced herself to look back at Swank whose own expression had shifted between alarm, annoyance, and concern in an extraordinarily short amount of time. Awww, was he actually worried about her?

"What is that?” Hmph. Apparently not. Just about the robot causing havoc among his family. Wasn’t that rude?

“It’s just a securitron.”

“I can see that."

"He has problems.” “….I can see that too. What is it doing here?”

Good question. When they (Strange asshole computer brain things that shouted too much and apparently couldn’t remember one damn name) had said she could leave, she hadn’t imagined she’d be ejected from the facility immediately. She still had things to do! She had to help round up the last of the renegade robots, for one. Not to mention there was still the other Sink AI she had to find, the materials to update the proton axe, the trauma suits….There had been much to be done, and she’d been thrown out like….well, just another lobotomite.

"Well, you see…“ She paused again, trying to find the right answer that wouldn’t have her thrown out of another building in less than five minutes. "There was this…thing."

She felt more than saw him pause in his inspection of the new scar on her head (Damn, for a guy that rolled his eyes every single time she "jokingly” called him her brother, he sure was acting like they were family now), the hand on her arm tightening.

“A thing?”

“Yeah, a thing. It was projecting…” Gosh, why was it so hard to think? Maybe the surgery had gone wrong? “An eye. On this giant screen.”

"….Are you high right now?“ Talk about insulting. She never took chems! It was a rule. Smoking and drinking, fine. She’d do that socially; it was part of the game, after all. She was in control of the Strip and thus had to…had to…

Shit, what did she have to do?

"I am no-”

“I had to administer Med-X after we angered the last robo-scorpion. I’m sorry. Was I not supposed to do that?”

“Holy..!” Both she and Swank jumped at the unexpected voice, though the courier did have to appreciate the fact he hadn’t abandoned her to this unknown entity. Or, at least, he hadn’t let go of her and run for the hills yet. That had to count for something, right?

“I thought I told you not to give me that stuff.” Oh God, was she whining? That sounded like whining. At least it explained why her head was feeling both heavy and stuffed. A sigh escaped her as she glared down at the too tight stealth suit that had, until the least inconvenient time, stayed silent.

….And now it wasn’t saying anything at all. Great. She hadn’t looked crazy enough before. Why not add to it? Risking another peek at the new head of the Family, she grimaced at his expression. Right now she was probably up there with No-Bark on the sanity scale, and he was probably regretting the moment she’d stepped onto the Strip. So much for a normal day.

“Okay look, I can explain….” She huffed, attempting to rise to her feet and cursing her inability to handle chems in any capacity. Well hell, if anyone found out about this particular weakness…

She’d deal with it another day. Maybe when standing didn’t require slinging an arm around the shoulders of another person and allowing them to take most of her weight.

“Okay.” One step, then another, then another, then an-

Wait. Yet another pause. Willow, being careful not to let the Pip-Boy on her wrist smack her poor (Friend? Employee?) ally upside the head at the abrupt halt, fought past the haze one last time in an attempt to handle at least some of the situation. She hadn’t come back alone…?

“GIVE ME THE MUG!”

Right. Had to handle that. She glanced around, squinting until she found Muggy who’d been rounded up to a corner by a gaggle of people and one normal-sized securitron that, if she was seeing things correctly (which was questionable under current circumstances), appeared to be inching towards the door. “Hey! Leave Muggy alone, okay?"

….She was getting really tired of these looks the Chairmen kept giving her.

"Muggy, behave.”

"BUT-”

“No.” With another hard glare at the little robot (Or, at least, the best version she could give while trying not to go cross-eyed under the influence of Med-X), she sighed and turned back towards the stairs. Another climb. Wonderful.

“Make sure they get along until I can do …something about this.” This last was directed towards Swank who, much to her annoyance, seemed to have gotten over his worry enough to shoot her a smirk as he helped her up. Cocky son of a bitch. At least he wouldn’t drop her down the stairs. He’d want the explanation of this too much to risk further injury to her now. Some small comfort that was.

“Sure thing, boss.”

“And that someone makes sure nothing else appeared and caused problems.”

“Whatever you say."

”…You’re never letting me live this down, are you?“

"Not a chance.”

#formatting this was awful #never again #so my apologies for any mistakes #delete later?#yeah the whole poised and charming thing she has when meeting with politicians/leaders?#it's a mask #this is usually how things are going in her head #and life #c. willow #mention of dugs/chems #cursing #injury?#just in case

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fiction-queen-blog · 7 years

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Zookeeper #chapter 5 (Final)

Previous chapters:

Chapter1 chapter2 chapter3 chapter4

Chapter 5 “Sarabi”

The blond looked at the clock for the seventh time in ten minutes. The time was going so slow, he couldn’t think about anything else but Sarabi’s health. He didn’t know what to think after Kakashi had said he was incapable of removing the tumor. All the jargon he used, Naruto only knew Sasuke was his only hope left of getting his baby lioness back in perfect health.

His mind started drifting off, remembering how he first got her as a cub. How sweet she was, better than the other three..The blond wondered if he might have not cared for her as much as he had thought he had. Could it be in anyway his fault? Naruto shook his head. Maybe he should get some more coffee. Before he could stand up he was already met with a mug in front of him. He looked up at Kakashi.

“Thank you” Naruto whispered, accepting the mug.

“I am sorry...Again-”

“It is not your fault” Naruto said, “At least you cared enough to admit you couldn’t remove it”

“Sasuke is the best veterinarian I know-”

“He said the exact same about you. I am not sure if just being a good vet will help..I think I need something magical” Naruto interrupted the man.

“They say love is powerful magic” Kakashi sighed, leaning his back against the wall.

“My love for my baby girl?...If this isn’t love then I don’t know how to love” Naruto sounded rather annoyed.

“You are right...My bad...I was never good at cheering people up..That was more a Sasuke thing”

WIth a confused look in his eyes, the blond turned his head to Kakashi.

“If that is what makes Sasuke a good vet then Sarabi is already dead...And he will just be playing with her organs. Oh god” Naruto stood up, but Kakashi pushed him back in his chair.

“My baby!” the blond protested as he looked at the big door. To his surprise, Sasuke just walked out of surgery. He still wore his mask and his gloves were covered in blood. Naruto’s heart sunk to his stomach. This could only mean bad news. No veterinarian would walk out of a surgery room like that just to give them good news. Tears were appearing the blond eyes as Sasuke approached them. He didn’t say anything. He just looked right at Kakashi.

“In your face! Hatake!”

Naruto’s jaw dropped, seeing the Uchiha make some victory dance. Shaking his hips and rotating his hands above his head. It is like he didn’t even notice the tiny blood drops dirtying the wall.

“I.Removed. The. Tumor. Suc-cess-ful-ly” The raven was doing the robot now and Naruto swore he saw Sasuke moonwalking. A terrible moonwalk that brought the ghost of Michael Jackson to shame.

“I say ‘saviour’ you say ‘Sasuke’. Saviour!”

Kakashi shook his head as he had the most annoyed expression on his face.

“Oh you jealous because I. Beat. Your. Old. Flat. Ass. Hatake!” The dancing continued for a good 5 seconds before the Uchiha finally stopped.

“Out of breath already?” Kakashi asked, raising a judgemental eyebrow.

“Yeah, I don’t really go the gym. My exercise use to consist of jaw movement when I chew my food and sex...Now one is gone..” Sasuke admitted.

“You saved her!” Naruto wrapped his arms around the raven. It finally sunk. His baby girl was going to be fine. “Thank you .So.So.So much. Sasuke I should have never doubted you, dattebayo!”

“Naruto, it is my job” Sasuke said once the blond broke the hug, “but please praise me more” even with the mask on, Naruto knew the exact grin the raven had on his face. The blond awkwardly moved his hand and started patting Sasuke’s hair.

“Uhm...Good..Veterinarian..Dattebayo” He looked at Sasuke who actually seemed pretty satisfied.

“Now stop, you are ruining my hair” He hissed. Scratching Naruto’s arm so he would stop.

“Bad Sasuke” Naruto hissed.

Oxoxoxox

“Look at her. Not even three months after her surgery she is running again” Naruto had a relieved expression on his face. The zoo was closed and he had to put the lions back in their cage. He put Simba and Sarabi in there first before feeling a head poke his leg. He looked at Kaira and knelt down to pat her.

“Yes, girl?” Naruto asked, but she seemed to want nothing but attention from her zookeeper. “Aww you are such an attention seeker” The blond closed his eyes, using both hands to smother the lioness for a bit.

“I cannot believe you guys are already 20 months” Naruto got up and turned around to guide Kiara to her cage. His eyes widened in shock and he almost choked in his own spit as he looked at the two lions that were already in the cage.

“Are they..Mating….” Naruto put one hand on his heart. He rubbed his eyes, but the sigh didn’t change.

“NOT IN FRONT OF DADDY!” He shouted.

“STOP THAT! YOU GUYS ARE WAY TOO YOUNG! WHAT IS GOING ON! SASSUKKKEEEEEEHHHH!!” Naruto opened the cage and closed it behind before running off. He bursted in the medical unit, causing both Sakura and Sasuke almost scream from the sudden sound.

“Sasuke! Sasuke! You have to come! The lions!” He was panting.

“What is going on? Naruto..” Sasuke tried to let the zookeeper take a seat, but the blond was too shocked to wait and explain.

“You have to come!” The blond didn’t give an explanation either. He felt like time was of the essence and so he grabbed the Uchiha and threw him over his shoulder before running off.

“I can walk! Naruto! Stop it!” The vet was kicking and trying to get free, but Naruto only let him go in front of the cage. He opened it and walked in. “Look!”

Sasuke walked next to Naruto and raised an eyebrow before looking at the blond.

“You brought me here for lion porn? That is a very strange way to ask me on a date?” the Uchiha sighed.

“No! They are babies! Do something! This is not normal! Dattebayo!” Naruto was about to pull his hair.

“Naruto, I have to admit. Lions get sexually mature around 24 to 27 months.Your lions are...Just twenty months. However, it just means they are comfortable enough in your surroundings and perhaps…” Sasuke’s eyes widened suddenly before frowning. He folded his arms and brought his full attention to Naruto.

“Did you have sex in front of their cage?”

“What?! No of course not”

“Well, the only other logical reason is that they...Are imitating this behaviour” Sasuke said. Naruto thought deeply and felt an imaginary brick hit his head when he recalled a certain phone and a certain porn link. They must have seen, there was no other way.

“I swear to God, I didn’t fuck anybody in front of my lions”

“Outside of your lions?” Sasuke asked.

“But that is none of their concern-”

“Pheromones! You must reek of them”

“I.. I am not a vet but...That sounds like just an excuse to ask me if I had sex with anyone while I was clearly flirting with you the last three months”

“...Pfffff...I am not..That...unprofessional” Sasuke coughed before looking away. “Uhm..I will go...Back in medical unit there is an actual patient waiting”

“Who?”

“A panda” Sasuke said as he tried opening the first door. He tried to push, but it was quite heavy.

“Damn panda’s..” Naruto muttered before handing Sasuke the key, “It automatically locks”

“What a technology...” The Uchiha sighed as he handed the keys back and stood behind the bars.

“Hey, Sasuke” Naruto wrapped one hand around a bar.

“Yes?”

“Uhm...Do you have..Uhm..Any plans tonight?”

“No...No I don’t” Sasuke tucked his hair behind his ear.

“Oh..Me neither, dattebayo” Naruto muttered, lowering his head before taking a deep breath, “Youwannagohavesomedinneratmyplace!”

“Sure….That took you three months?” Sasuke asked, shaking his head.

“Hey, I was waiting for your hints that you were ready to go out”

“I gave you tons of hints, Uzumaki!” Sasuke hissed, “Didn’t you hear me obviously stating when I was off and how I was bored. Nothing to do, no plans..Did you not hear me when I said that I miss riding dick?”

“I thought it was a joke...Wait...Do you wanna go there on our first real date?”

“Not if that makes me appear needy to you..But..It has been three months...So~” Sasuke scratched his cheek, “But it is not really our first date. I mean..These past three months. We have been constantly spending time together. So, this is actually...Date 14”

“..No those weren’t legitimate dates...This is-”

“Uzumaki, I made out with you on ten of those fourteen dates” Sasuke sounded rather frustrated.

“Does that kiss in the bathroom really count?”

“Fuck yea...But, I don’t want to put you in a weird position-” Sasuke shook his head, hearing his own words, “I take that back..I wanna see you in weird positions” He had this innocent smile on his face.

“I am done in an hour. So, I guess I will see you at your place?” Sasuke asked and Naruto nodded

“Sure thing, dattebayo”

oxoxox

Admin: This is basically the end, but I am working on a smut bonus for those who are interested.

#narusasu #zookeeper #uchiha #sasuke #chapter 5

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surgtechintraining · 7 years

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UPDATE: TL;DR, I love my new job and its amazing.

Sorry I haven’t been on much. The whole moving and starting a new job thing has been a real whirlwind.

I moved on St. Patty’s day and got attacked by one of my cats as I was trying to calm him down. Probably should have gotten a couple stitches, but I had some dermabond, so that works just as well, and is free. YAY.

Started the new job on the 20th. Its been amazing. My first week was all orientation and reading policies and doing computer based training. BORING. But at least that means this hospital has clear, defined policies, so that’s a step up. I did get to scrub half a day that first week after I finished all that orientation stuff.

My first two full weeks of scrubbing were in general. I don’t know why, but even though I know my shit, I felt so discombobulated. I’m thinking its because everything is just so different. The sets, the doctors, my new co-workers...its all new. And so fast. But here, I don’t have to turn over my room by myself. There’s a housekeeping team so I can actually go through my next case cart and make sure I have everything. So amazing. I got to do some cool stuff. I got my first exposure to vascular surgery (fem-pop bypass), and I got to participate in a Shake and Bake. I didn’t get anywhere near the shake and bake part, but still. Learned a lot.

The next two weeks were in neuro, where I have a little experience. I scrubbed a craniotomy my first day in that rotation and on the second, I was setting it up by myself. WHAT?! I was honestly amazed at myself. AND BRAINS ARE SO COOL. Kinda has the texture and squish of tofu. Very weird. One of the surgeons I scrubbed with actually used to go to my old hospital to do VNS battery changes. He never went while I was working there, yet I still meet him. How weird is that?? I’ve discovered I still don’t really like spine. Spines are so different here. Most of the surgeons use Stealth navigation, which is totally cool, but a pain in the ass. I had a case where I had to breakdown my back table because there was a contaminated pan (the only one my preceptor accepted, for the record), and then there were broken and missing pieces, so we ended up opening 22 pans. I also got to experience minimally invasive spine surgery. I’m not really sure I see where the whole minimally invasive part comes in. I feel like the two incisions come to be the same as a full open back.

I never thought I’d miss the set up from my old spine surgeon. Well...I don’t miss him. I miss his set ups. I think what I don’t like about spine is that I can’t see anything, so I get bored really easily. I do really like the surgeons I’ve worked with so far. And all the preceptors I’ve had have been really cool. I even got precepted by some of my old classmates.

This week I’ve been on GYN/URO. Not much gyn, thank goodness. I’m not a big fan of ladytown. But I’ve gotten to work with the DaVinci robot. HOLY SHIT THAT IS SO COOL. I’m undoubtedly a huge nerd, but wow. It’s crazy awesome. My preceptor for the robot (a lot of people know how to do the robot, but she’s the one put in there 95% of the time) actually complemented me to the service coordinator. Said that if they need someone on the team, that she’d found someone (me!). I was so excited to hear that, because I felt like I was a hot mess while setting up the robot. I even impressed myself because yesterday, she had to be the assistant for the case and so she had someone else come in while I finished the set up, the patient was brought back and put under and positioning was done. By the time she had come back, we had draped and started placing the ports. I had managed to do it without the doctor getting irritated with me...something the circulating nurse had commented on. I love feeling like I could actually be good at this job again.

I’ve also seen random cases that were thrown in the rooms I’ve been in. A rhinoplasty (CRAZY). I did a tooth extraction. I’ve done so many things I’ve never seen and its been amazing.

I get to see one of my teachers on a pretty regular basis because the current class is doing clinicals. I even got to see the program chair because she came one day. It’s been fun to tell them some of the basic sketchy details of my old hospital and watch them freak out. I really like my new place though. I’m always busy. There’s always something new for me to see or do. And so far, no one has been a fucking bitch to me. I really think that this type of hospital (teaching) is for me. I mean, I’ve been able to set up a craniotomy the day after scrubbing my first one ever. I’ve been able to spend a week with the robot and set up by myself and get recommended to the team. This is such a wonderful change from my old place. I never felt comfortable there, but I do here.

I can’t wait to see what the rest of my time at this hospital is going to be like. I’m so excited to go through the rest of my orientation and see how well I can do on my own.

#surgery #surgical technology #surgical technologist #best. job. ever

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cupcakeshakesnake · 7 years

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Watching The Husbands of River Song for the first time

(When I started writing the post I messed up my typing and the title said “Watchgin the Husnabds of REierv Sogn for the fitrst time”)

-Oh dear, one episode closer to catching up to the show, and one step clser to a yet unknown source of heartbreak.

tf is this flying dish

Wait, they’re celebrating Christmas in 5343?

-Wow Jesus looks like you’ve really outdone yourself

-TARDIS

-TARDEEEEHS

Why is the music all doom-y and scary like this is something bad That is the best note ever

-HEEEEyyyyy it’s the bald guy from the Series 10 trailer!!

-He looks like he’d be a mouse or a hamster if he was an animal

“Is there anything on my head?”

-YES THERE IS

-OH GOSH

IT’S CONTAGIOUS

-I MUST RUN BEFORE RED CHRISTMAS RUDOLPH ANTLERS SPROUT UP ON MY HEAD

-well hello alien santa under the hood

-RIVEEEEEEER

-WTF

-WHAT THE FAAAAAAAAQ

-wait why is she so pissed-- OHHHHHH

-IT’S BEFORE SHE wait hold on a minute

-This is the first time she’s seeing his twelfth incarnation in-show, yes? No?

-*checks Wikipedia* Yes I’m right but...

-I think I’ll have to watch more before jumping to conclusions

-By the way, this.

A time travelling alien as old as time and also a fluffy grinning cat.

-”My husband is dying.” Doctor: wtf is going on am i about to cross my own timestream or what

-”wtf river”

-Ah yes, flurry snow in the middle of a bajillion cogwheels, brilliant intro.

-Oh shit it’s Moffat

-Poor Twelve must be confused so much.

-River looks like she’s faking though. She’s not the kind of person who coos at people like that.

(unfortunately I could not find a stock photo of a cat looking exactly like this. pity.)

-No, seriously. Look at this cate.

-Anyway who the fuck is that guy in that disproportionately large armor, like, where in the actual sarlacc butthole did he come from

-River Song’s Drama has increased by 100!

-uhhh lemme see I think that’s a mix of Megaman, the old Transformers cartoon and ahh what’s that one videogame I swear there are videogames with people wearing hulky armor like that

-DAMN TWELVE DROPPIN IT

-I don’t even

-I don’t even know what I’m watching

-And yet there’s this lingering fear in the back of my mind that’s still scared of the text “Written by Steven Moffat”

-Wait, if she’s talking to the people in the little screens and they react accordingly to her gestures, then it means they’re watching her too, but where’s the camera?

-Doctor: “the fuck”

-”Do you recognize me?” “No” So the Doctor said no because of something unrelated but I swear a part of him just wanted to get back at River

-HE’S WHITE DIAMOND, GEMS HAVE GENDER, WHITE DIAMOND CONFIR-- nevermind wrong show

-”You’re talking about murdering someone!” “No I’m not, I’m actually murdering someone.”

-”Do you know who you remind me of?” “Yes, probably of a chap with a big-” (he means big chin, don’t get any ideas) “My second wife!”

-The dialogue is top notch in this episode

-Oh no, it’s the robot king who doesn’t look like he can eat his enemies very efficiently and his legion of...

...sword-wielding Jawas.

-Heck, they even sound like Jawas.

-what the effing head

-”I wondered why we didn’t share a bathroom”

-Well for me it explains the nonsense body proportions

-”Decision overruled. Recommendation: Chill.”

-I love how the robot suit says “Chill”, it’s just so.. chill. It’s actually chilling out. It’s the chillest robot in robot history.

I have paused at just the right moment

They’re nerding out together

-Aw the Doctor’s laughing

-He’s having so much fun

-”I haven’t laughed in a long, long time.” There. All the more merrier because of that.

-Oh god

-Okay how many people are River Song gonna hang around with in this episode

-”He only has twelve faces” OHHHHH BECAUSE RIVER DOESN’T KNOW THAT THE TIMELORDS GAVE HIM A NEW REGENERATION CYCLE DOES SHE

‘Little do they know the BBC wanted to continue the show for another fifty years.’

-noooo not the bald guy nuuuuu

-What a cynical robot

-DOCTOR JUST TELL HER THAT IT’S YOUR TARDIS

-Poor Doc

-”Oh yeah I’m SURE I’ll get SOOOO surprised”

-”It’s my girl.”

-The sarcasm is strong with this one.

-”Oh it’s BIGGER on the INSIDE how SURPRISING because I’ve NEVER seen one beFORE”

I’M DYING ASDGSDJSA;;

-”Wait, my Tardis had a fridge?”

-Sooooo when River was with Eleven she was the better driver (in terms of comfort; no offense to Eleven’s Timelording skills in general) but now Twelve is probably the calmest drver so far and River’s, well... not so much.

-”Of course I’m NOT getting frustrated by you doing everything wrong and trying to give you instructions because it’s CLEARLY not my Tardis how can you even SUGGEST such a thing”

-”Yes thank you I am a quick learner and NOTHING else, NOTHING like I’ve flown this Tardis countless times before”

-So if the Tardis can’t take off while someone’s both in and out, then this wouldn’t work, huh.

(From one of the Bunny Suicides books)

-”What sort of medical school did you go to?”

-A king does not unnecessarily endanger the lives of his people... Unless he is cross.

-LOGIC

-OH SHIT THAT GUY’S HEAD GOT CHOPPED OFF TOO

-”Death initiated.”

-The fuck kind of Star Wars cantina did they walk into

-”They’re still digesting their mother.”

-”--I will rip you open and devour you--” “It’s my stomach.”

-Even the guy whose wife got eaten by his kids is going ‘wtf’

-The fuck kind of CGI was that

-”This is where genocide comes to kick back and relax.” Oh boy, that’s gonna get on the Doctor’s nerves.

-”Why are you frowning?” “How’d you know?” “It’s audible.”

-”The man who gave me this was the sort of man who’d know exaclty how a long a diary you’re going to need.” “Oh yeah that’s definitely not me”

-I SAW THAT EYEBROW RAISE, RIVER SONG, YOU CHEEKY LITTLE TIME TRAVELLER

-Annnnd River’s supposed to be paid by a Voldemort with a nose.

-WHAT THE FUCK HIS HEAD OPENS UP

-JEEZ!

-YOU HAVE A JAWBREAKER IN YOUR HEAD??!?

-OH MY FUCKING GOD EVERYONE HAS CRACKED UP HEADS

-For some reason, Credits seems to be the common term for whatever currency is used vaguely in scifi universes. They have Credits in Star Wars too!

-Whoever is playing that pale guy is going to have a royally sore throat by the end of the episode.

-”Hail Hydra”

-You should probably just give him the head...

-To be fair you crackhead guys did creep them out

-The thing.

-Did the head just run away or something, why are the Doctor and River so uneasy, do they really just don’t want to witness a brain surgery or am I missing something here

-Dang it Doctor.

-”The skyyyy shall crrrrrack”

-Well the head is there...

-what. the. fuck. is. happening.

-”At last I am whole again” Well I wouldn’t really call it whole if your body’s a robot but...

-Okay.... that happened.

-*hastily muffled Steven Universy screeching*

-SCREW YOU CATFISH BUG MAN

-Why do his eyebrows make a squeak sound

-”A picnic at Asgard...” MARVEL/DOCTOR WHO CROSSOVER CONFI-- nevermind

-jesus christ why is that guy so intent on reading River’s diary out loud

-’The Angels Take Manhattan’ was three seasons ago. And yes, that episode was written by Moffat too.

-”An infinite number of faces” Well, I wouldn’t say it’s infinite per se...

-Besides, if there’s only the head left, wouldn’t that kind of hinder the regeneration, if not stop it altogether?

-Wait, since when was the robot the king and not the head?

-I don’t like the catfish bug guy with the French mustache. In fact, I am liking him less and less by the second.

-WHOA WAIT THAT ROBOT COULD STORE MULTIPLE HEADS IN IT? I THOUGHT IT JUST TOOK ONE OFF AND PUT ON ANOTHER

-Dammit River why would you want to hurt him like that HE IS RIGHT THERE ;_;

-;_;

-*CRYING EMOJI INTENSIFIES*

-”Two hearts, stupid clothes--” Well the latter changed a bit.

-MOFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

-DAMMIT MOFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

-HE IS RIGHT THERE

-DAMMIT MOFFAT

FUCK YOU MOFFAT

-TAKE MY HEART AND RIP IT APART SOME MORE WHY DON’T YOU

-”I’m an archaeologist from the future. I dug you up.”

-DAMN

-”What do you think of my new body” “I’ll let you know, I’ve only seen the face” Okay it’s either me or Moffat that isn’t aware that this is a family show.

-She caught it in her f-cking boobs

-HER BOOBS

-FAMILY SHOW

-”FAMILY SHOW”

-”So, King Hydroflax?” (idk how tf it’s spelled) “I married the diamond!” (”wE ARE THE CRYSTAL--””SHUT UP!!”) “So you say.” “Elizabeth the First.” “Ramone.” “Marilyn Monroe!” “Stephen Fry!” “Cleopatra!” “Same thing!”

-IF YOU HAVEN’T GUESSED ALREADY, I’M DYING

Glowing cables.

-”Crashing spaceships, that’s my job.” I feel like I should write a sentence that rhymes with this, but unfortunately I can’t.

-OH THE TOP PART OF HIS SCREWDRIVER ROTATES

-”I’ve been doing it longer!” “I do it better!” Like how you drive the Tardis, for example. (I can also see the above dialogue used in a very, very, wrong, scenario, but I’ll just keep quiet and hope that it wasn’t Moffat’s intention.)

-river u ok?

-k

Looks like one of those audio equipment machines.

-Reminds me of the ‘Profit’ memes.

-1. Crash ship 2. Look outside 3. FIRE 4. Nope the fuck outta there and travel forward in time 5. ?? 6. Profit

-1. Visit some yet-to-be tour spot 2. Give money to a random guy and tell him to set up a restaurant 3. Travel forward in time 4. ??? 5. Profit

-River why aren’t you closing the Tardis door

-THE GOD DAMN BOT

-Oh look Nardole’s alive too

-”Now that, my dear, is a suit.” Gotta agree.

HOLE-LEE SHEE-EHT

-THAT’S THE SCREWDRIVER FROM ‘SILENCE IN THE LIBRARY’

-THAT WAS SEASON FOUR

-MOFFAT

-YOU’VE CONSTRUCTED A PLOT STRING THAT SPANS FIVE SEASONS YOU BIG ASSHOLE GENIUS SPIDER

(Screencap of webpage http://www.chakoteya.net/DoctorWho/30-9.htm)

-HOLY FLUKES HOW DARE YOU

-”Are you crying?”

-i-- yes yes i am blame moffat not me

-”There are stories about us, you know.” “Oh, I dread to think.” Been looking around AO3, have you River?

-m o f f a t y o u m o t h e r f u c k e r

-asdflsdhglljfhslhHSAHG

-ASJDAFLHGLASDJHGFALSDF

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-$^B&C%TB#%*&#BWKUWURH#$VB&*#B*:#V:B&*$&*B#&VBBBEYBYEBYFF

Moffat you deceitful fuck, I won’t trust you until the very end

-But thank you for sparing us from saying goodbye to her face

You forgot to say ‘forever’

-Please just let them stay together happily for those 24 years

HA I spelled it right

-Overall one of the best Christmas specials in my personal opinion, and top-notch acting by Capaldi. Really, top, notch.

#watching for the first time #doctor who #dw series 9 #the husbands of river song #twelfth doctor #river song #peter capaldi #alex kingston #doctor who christmas special #reaction #review #whovian #long post #nardole #moffat #fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck #king hydroflax

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impvarjack60 · 7 years

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13 Alone

The next day we were at our routine, and I couldn't help but think about how much I'd miss doing this. I really enjoyed helping her, even more than I first expected. I was continuously touching her, in ways that expressed love. While having your independence is great, and I knew she'd be happy to have it back, being a little bit vulnerable is OK. In our recent history we tried so hard to eliminate vulnerability, and I feel that's a mistake. We need each other, we belong to each other. If you become too independent, there's no reason to have anyone else in your life.

I know, I've been there.

"When you get your arm back, is there any way that I can do for you something like I'm doing now? Like maybe help you get dressed on Sundays?" Yea, I know, calendars don't mean shit, but "Sun-day" now meant the day we would literally jump to the next star. "Awww, that's kinda' sweet! You're gonna' miss this, aren't you?" "Yes, this time has been very special to me. In a way, I was your arm. I just felt it brought us closer." "For me that's impossible." As she said that, she swept me into her embrace, lopsided and all. Kisses, hugs, love. How much love can one couple have before it starts to wear thin?

The time when by, and it went fairly fast. For one reason only. I would have to hand her over for three days while they made sure the grafting process took. Three days of agony, but this time my feelings weren't about how I felt. She would be alone for three days. When she went the last time, she had no contact with the aliens, only with their robots and orbs.

Alone.

I would be too, but loneliness is like an old friend to me, and I don't mind him coming to visit. I'd be able to kick back and enjoy some music, as loud as a want. Separation is a very therapeutic thing for couples, my happiest memories of past relationships are returning from long separations, and I will certainly be overjoyed when she comes back to me. My loathing is from imagining her being all alone in that medical ward. That is the source of my pain, and in a way that's a good thing, all I care about is her feelings now.

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"Michael, I have arranged a meeting of the other Earthlings. I have also coincided this with Anna's surgery. I figured,... you could use a diversion while she's away." "Well I'll be God-damned Olaf. That's very considerate of you. Keep that shit up and I'm going to start mistaking you for a human." "I will take that as a complement, Michael." "You should, so when is Anna's departure time?" "Two days, at the rotation into light." "The same rules apply as last time. I want to be to talk to her, and bring HER back." "If it will make you feel any better, she will mostly be unconscious during her stay." "In a way it does, I dread her being alone." "I will be with her every day, Michael. I promise your Anna will be returned to you." "For your sake, Olaf, I hope you're right." I wonder how long they are gonna' let me get away with these veiled threats.

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Our last day like this, the last time I'd tie her shoes out of necessity. While she was brushing her teeth, I had one final request for the day, then it would be all hers. "Would you indulge me?, I'd like to braid your hair." "I was wondering when you were gonna' ask me that, go ahead, I'd love it." So I went about doing her signature double braids. Her hair was as thick as yarn, and easy to handle. It's been a real long time since I've done this, but I used to braid wire, same thing. I tied them off with dental floss, looks I'm gonna' be procuring some rubber bands.

"There, what'd you think?" I asked as laid them across her chest. "Ya know, I really like these, I should do this more often." "I'm all for that." And there she was, the woman of my dreams. She turned to face me, and the movie resurfaced. There was a scene from the Valley of Living Rock that looked just like this moment, when Bulda was singing to her, and she was lit just perfectly..... But that wasn't real, this is, and all I could do is hold her. She wanted to go find the horses, and maybe get close, so I indulged her. We walked around the Habitat for hours. But we were kinda' off the trail and managed to avoid people, although I'd see them in the distance. I swore I saw a couple where the female was green, that was odd. Just not spaceship odd. So we kept searching, but to no avail. We didn't even catch a glimpse of them, and she displayed an air of disappointment. "We'll find them another day, dear. We have time, and plenty of it." This is something that has to be brought up at the meeting. We have got to find things to do, or we'll all go nuts. I'm hoping someone has a solution, but I may have to step up to the plate.

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Morning broke, I got some breakfast in her, and put her in a fresh night robe and the moccasins she wore on that first day. "Michael, we need to head to the clearing." I could feel that horrible pain in my sinuses that was the onset of crying, but I needed to be strong for her, she didn't need me to be a hot mess right now, so I choked it back, I'd loose it when I got home.

The walk was silent, even the shuttle made no noise until it clunked on the ground. One last embrace and kiss goodbye, dear God let me stay together for just a few more minutes. "Goodbye, Stumpy. I'll see you in three days, I love you." The pressure inside my head was intense. "Goodbye, Silly Pants. You can't get rid of me that easy." Our fingers slipped away from their sliding touch, then she stepped onto the shuttle. As soon as the gate latched it sped away as we waved to each other. Thirty seconds later she was out of sight.

Gone.

"I will get our communications set up this afternoon Michael, after her surgery. She will be up for an hour while they run some tests, then she'll be in stasis." "OK, Olaf. I'm gonna go inside and weep for the next four hours 'til my tear ducts run dry." "Is there anything I can do to help?" "Yes, Olaf. Pray,..... and keep your fucking promises." "I will do my best, Michael."

And then the tears came.

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