Dieselsonictheforth - Ihavenoexplanation

ranking the best things I have heard surgeons say mid-surgery:

1. "Five second rule!" while scrubbed, after dropping a sterile scalpel on the floor (no they did NOT pick it up again but I swear everyone's buttholes puckered)

2. (spoken during the closing of a particularly long and difficult case) "Nurse - my tunes." :heavy metal starts blasting:

3. Gently to a fretful patient, pre-anaesthesia: "It's going to be okay. I promise, I've dealt with worse." As soon as the patient is unconscious: "This is literally the worst thing I've ever seen."

4. [okay this one was a med student] "Wowwww, that's so gross!!" Reg: "Please remember that [patient] is awake for this procedure." Student to patient: "Oh my god. I am so sorry, that was really unprofessional - " Patient, cheerfully, also engrossed with what's happening inside them on the screen: "Nah - it's, like, super gross, right?"

5. [another procedure where the patient couldn't be put under GA] Patient: *starts singing country roads midway through the procedure* Surgeon: *shrugs and joins in with surprisingly good harmony*

There are those days when I get severely under stimulated and overstimulated at the same times and my body feels like falling apart for some unknown reason.

And then I get so bored I make a random system/routine I can follow and suddenly a long forgotten Goblin deep within my ribcage wheezes in happiness and I realise I have the tism too.

I want you to remember:

The fascists hate you too and they just will pretend otherwise until after they've killed the rest of us, before they turn on you.

I need somebody to yap about something I'm not seriously into- like asap. Fun facts and passionate people are like sunlight and water to me.

Finding this feels like digging up ancient script.

It holds historic value.

when she says she doesn’t send nudes

Ah yes, the three queer moods. Hozier, Chapel Roan and The Queen

PLEASE PLAY THIS WITH SOUND OMG

“Thank you,” you whisper. You have to fight your throat closing up, as years of unshed tears threaten to break your heart.

Your scramble to the floor, falling to your knees as you lift the dagger and turn it towards your own chest. You don't rush any movement, you want to enjoy all of them.

You are about to break your sternum with a firm strike when a loud crashing sound tears you out of your mind.

The achmage's assistant is on the stone cold floor next to you. “Don't” he cries out in sync with the mage's worried mumbling.

He holds onto your shoulders. He doesn't seem scared, even tho you were about to end both of them mere minutes ago. How curious.

Trained from birth as an assassin, your mind was bound by a powerful control spell. Sent to kill an archmage, they cast Dispel to weaken you—accidentally freeing your mind instead. For the first time, your dagger points wherever you choose.

People seriously have to learn the difference between socialism and communism