Doctor Beverly Crusher
@SpaceDocMom
You shouldn't have to be a living text book about all of your conditions and be up on the latest science. That's your doctor's job. I'm sorry for those of you who have to spend your limited spoons to stay informed because your doctor won't. emojis: black heart, blue heart, masked
3:09 PM · Mar 27, 2024
Oh, oh, oh, your love is like bad medicine
Bad medicine is what I need
Oh, oh, oh, shake it up, just like bad medicine
There ain't no doctor that can cure my disease
Bonus shot of the original still + Nexus Mod Link vvvvv
TL;DR: BMI was meant as a measure of trends across populations not individuals, its assumption is that everyone is a white male Western European, its very formula was designed to graph well rather than anything scientific, and the cutoffs for overweight & obesity are completely arbitrary. This article does a great job of thoroughly explaining in simple language why BMI is such garbage.
Roxy fest 2023.
Once upon a time, in a small city somewhere in Belgium, there was a man who thought: “what if I could organize my own festival right here in the center of our city?”
That’s exactly how Mill and Nancy, owners of rock cafe: the Roxy in the center of Herentals, made Roxy fest become alive.
This year’s edition, the second one in a row, then also immediately became much bigger then…
Doctor Beverly Crusher
@SpaceDocMom
When I get a patient who has a condition I'm not familiar with, I'm eager to find time to research it further. Too many doctors in your era deny, blame, or otherwise chastise patients instead when they're embarrassed by their own lack of knowledge. Appalling. emojis: black heart, blue heart, masked, spoon
4:06 PM · Apr 16, 2024
"What do they call you?" She turned her head to look at the man in front of her.
"Athena, Goddess of War."
“Welcome Y/N, I’m Jake, your new husband.” He held his arms out as if he were presenting some great prize. Y/N looked him up and down, he looked like the human version of Adonis, “My beauty stunned you into silence. It happens, sweetheart. But thank you for finally joining us.”
He stuck out like a sore thumb amongst the rest of his brothers. His face was soft, but his eyes told a different story. Those blue eyes held storms behind them as he looked her up and down.
"This is Bob, don't fuck with him."
Y/N looked up at him, and studied the lines on his face. She gently reached up, and ran her thumb over the scars, “How did you get here?” She asked him. Rooster smiled softly at her, and grabbed her wrist, placing a kiss on her palm.
“That’s a story for another day.” Rooster answered.
“My father demanded that I do it, to teach me a lesson. You don’t fall in love in this life. You marry with the intention of growing the business, that’s all these sham marriages are. . . business deals. I had killed before, I knew I could do it. . . but I loved her too damn much and she betrayed me, in more ways than one. I held the gun to her head, looked in her tear filled eyes, and couldn’t do it. I know she hurt me and my family but I couldn’t pull the trigger.”
Gianni was sitting in what was once his old room, but Y/N had made it into a small bar room. He sat at the bar, nursing a glass of dark colored whisky. He was pissed, everything made him want to act out and kill something. Seeing his little sister once again being hurt by a man, fueled the guilt in his body. Gianni had been good friends with Francisco, he was even set to be his best man in the wedding. Gianni had no clue the kind of monster Francisco really was. He could remember those days when Y/N was missing and Francisco acted like everything was just fine.
stg thought I posted all of them! turns out I did not:) here's the first part of character moodboards!
[ID: Sappo happily strolls up to a pleased Myrtle in the house somewhere. /end]
Sappo: Listen, I've got a great scheme to make Uncle Amos leave. I'll tell him that you have fits now and then.
Myrtle: John, that's a good idea.
[ID: Sappo solemnly breaks the "news" to Amos on his armchair. /end]
Sappo: Uncle, it is my duty to tell you something. Your life is in danger here.
[ID: Sappo whispers to Amos, who's startled up out of his seat. /end]
Sappo: P-s-t, ssh. My wife has terrible fits. She's about to have one now.
Amos: Why didn't you tell me this before?
[ID: Sappo, pleased, returns to a laughing Myrtle. /end]
Sappo: You should have seen him beat it out the door, ha-ha.
Myrtle: Ho-ho, that's rich.
[ID: They turn around, startled. /end]
Amos: I got it, Johnny! You hold her and I'll make her take it. It's terrible tastin', but it'll fix her fits.
Sappo: !
Myrtle: !
[ID: Amos chases after Myrtle with a bottle of patent medicine. /end]
Amos: I once had a fitty mule and one dose of this here stuff fixed her right up! Catch 'er, Johnny.