why is the sims so addictive but only for a short amount of time??? like all u do is play the sims u don’t sleep u don’t eat it’s like you’re on drugs for around two days and then forget about it for the next whole year
bumping this in celebration of the fact that, after an entire week of being "in review", tumblr finally decided that a string of emojis was not worth being censored for Mature Themes
"Sorry for posting so much of x" baby you are on the posting so much website. We signed up for this. Spam me with your blorbo pictures I love them, genuinely. I love what you love. Its OUR special interest now. ♥️
Had to share this here because you're right and you should say it. It's incredible how many people came out of the woodwork as soon as AO3 was down and suddenly had no compunctions at all about screaming how much they love and need fanfic--on the AO3 twitter. Is it so much harder to do in the comment section?
At this point I don't care anymore if people call me entitled or think I'm out of line. If fanfic is so meaningful to you that you cannot go half an hour without, let alone 24h, then you can get over yourself long enough to write a fucking comment. No excuses.
"writing comments is hard and scary" yeah well GUESS WHAT so is writing fanfics. fandom as a community is dying, because it is instead treated as a COMMODITY, a CONSUMER PRODUCT. We're not asking for much. We're asking for a CONNECTION. We don't want to sell, we want to share.
You've shown your hand. You've admitted you cannot live without us. Now ACT LIKE IT. Go write a fucking comment.
Listening to acoustic version of Arctic Monkeys, and wow this scenario came into mind:
Dabi was on the roof of the hospital, sitting on the ground with his head resting against the wall, looking down at the entrance of the hospital, a cigarette settled between his lips.
He was angry at you- furious. You're just so unbelievably stupid and selfish, it gets on his nerves.
What happened was that Dabi- the head of Surgery department, was given a couple of medical residents as a punishment for being rude to some patient's families. In his defense, Dabi doesn't have much patience for people and so when he got a few patients who almost died because of their family/friends ignorance- he got mad. Dabi had a stark record of being one of the best surgeons in the country, with the least patient casualties. His reputation matters to him a lot, so he wont put up with anyone trying to deliberately causing his patient death rate to increase. Being on top of his field, no one ever dared to go against him- hell, half the hospital staff scrambled away when they heard him walk down the hall.
But then one of the patients ended up filing a case against him, and so the head of the hospital decided to give Dabi some medical residents to train, so that he may learn to be a bit more patient- and one required a lot of patience in teaching these fresh graduates.
Dabi was mad when he got these residents- he's a senior surgeon, he shouldn't have to teach these dumbasses. But then you walked in, smiling brightly as you introduced yourself to him.
"Hello! I'm Y/n, your new medical resident!"
Who the fuck were you?
Didn't you see the way your colleagues were cowering? Didn't you hear the rumours from the nurses that Dr Dabi would stab you and pull your appendix out if you so much as looked him the wrong way?
You had, but you didn't let it deter you. If anything, you were even more determined to learn from him.
Dabi found you annoying. He would yell at you, tell you he's surprised how you managed to pass med school in the first place, basically demean you. But you just took it all with a smile, never talking back and letting your work speak for itself.
And goddamn- you were good at your job. Your hand skills were almost as good as his, you worked quietly and efficiently and Dabi won't admit it but he actually enjoyed working with you in the operation theatre because you were at his speed, practically like his shadow as you handed him the instruments before he even had to say it. Any question he asked, you knew the answer.
Hell, you made the other residents (and some of the doctors) look like idiots with your intelligence. While your friends were always on the verge of passing out, you looked like little miss sunshine with your bright smile and cute giggles when you brought them coffee, not a hair out of place and your glossy pink lips-
Dabi did not like you. He acknowledged you and your skill, only few people noticing the slight change in his behaviour whenever you were in the room- the way his shoulders would slack down a bit (as if he was glad that he wasnt surrounded by idiots), the way he'd give a nod of approval whenever you'd give your ideas and diagnosis, the way a small smile would come on his face when he heard one of your corny jokes.
It had been 2 years and you had made a teeny tiny permanent place in Dabi's cold heart. Not that he'd admit it, never. In fact, he actually did a whole background check on you, stalked you on Facebook and Instagram (only because you made him get Snapchat after explaining to him what it was- and he always breaks streaks, "hates" it when you send him snaps with filters), followed you outside of work to see what kind of people you hung around with and what you did for fun- just tried to find anything that would make him hate you.
But the only thing he hated was your taste in men and how much sugar you consumed (for real though, he actually gave two workshops on diabetes to the residents because of you, but you didn't listen)
Dabi admits it that you are... tolerable. Usually, he blows up on everyone and anyone, but you somehow manage to quell that side of him and he won't lie, he has thought about you at nights while he's playing some tunes on his guitar to unwind.
You're the kinda girl they write love songs and poetry about.
Anyways, since you are tolerable, Dabi had decided that once you'd complete your residency, he would ask you out. Its only logical since you like him too, right? You wouldn't put up with him if you didn't like him- wouldn't rush to get into the lift with him (as compared to the other doctors who left the lift when they saw him coming), wouldn't buy him coffee, wouldn't force him to eat your half of the sandwich when you'd find he hadn't had anything to eat since his shift began, wouldn't always wait for him to come and walk together to the parking lot.
Dabi thought he was giving you clear signs that he was interested in you too- he lets you laugh around him, scheduled all your shifts with him, made you did overtime with him, took you out to bar and bought you and your dumb colleagues drinks, gave you all the important cases and "fun" patients, showed you all the cool tricks during surgery, lets you assist him during surgeries- all clear signs that he was into you.
But he was wrong. You're a complete idiot.
Dabi came up to you and offered you a hot new case where you'd get to remove 3 tumours from and remove a small, dead part of the brain too- all technical and exciting stuff that you both enjoyed.
Only for you to ask him to sign a form that'd shift your residency to the fucking OB/GYN department.
What the fuck is wrong with you?
You spewd some bull about how grateful you are about all you got to learn from him, but you think your calling is in the gynaecology department.
You were totally not expecting him to blow up in front of everyone and tell you how you won't survive in that department, how you're too dumb (actually too smart to go there) and you might as well have asked him to shift you to the general physician department or the dermatology if you just wanted to make money.
Perhaps the worst of it all was when he told you that you're gonna rue the day you decided to leave him and then end up killing a patient because he wasnt there to correct your mistakes and save the patient.
"Someone's gonna be dead because you're too blind to see where you belong!"
To say you were shocked, would be an understatement. You were used to Dabi yelling at you, even though he stopped after like 7 months into your residency, but still, you knew how he was.
But you never expected him to outright say that you're so incapable as a doctor that someone will definitely lose their life. That was hurtful, to say the least, because if you were sure about anything it was that Dabi approved of you as a skilled doctor.
Why would he ever say something like that? In front of everyone? Was it to make them lose confidence in you, or to make you doubt yourself?
It had been well over two months now and Dabi was still mad at you.
You never came upto him like he expected you to, to ask for your residency back, to apologise for being so stupid- for wanting to leave him.
No, you just left and shifted over to the OB/GYN department, under Miruko's care.
From what he'd heard, you were thriving there as well. Made the whole maternity ward even livelier, skilled as you were in the operation theatre as you were with reassuring the patients.
He was disappointed that things were working out so well for you. Last he heard, you were given your own first case, where you were the one in charge, calling all the shots.
You could've had that with him. Dabi was practically handing you all the good cases while the others were given ward duties or clinic.
Dabi took another puff of the cigarette, his lungs burning but he preferred the numbing effect that came with it. This past week had been tough for him- all the residents were getting on his nerves, one of them accidentally stabbed themselves with a used IV needle, he fired two residents because they almost costed a patient to die, and to top it all off, the head of the hospital, Enji Todoroki, his father, had called him to the office because a patient was trying to sue him for calling her "a total idiot who's gonna fuck her kid up"- he only called her that because the mother had been trying to use homeopathy and herbal shit to cure her kid's cold instead of just taking some cold medicine- fucking Neanderthals.
Dabi was contemplating whether he should throw one of the residents off the roof or himself, when the door to the rooftop suddenly slammed open and you stumbled in, eyes all dazed and staring off into space.
You hadn't noticed him sitting in the corner, watching as you staggered towards the edge off the roof, his heart dropping for a second at the thought of you doing something terrible, when you suddenly slumped down and pulled your knees to your chest, hiding you face in them, before sobbing softly.
Dabi watched with his eyes wide- this was the first time he had seen you breakdown. What happened?
He stood up and began walking towards you, his mind plagued with all the scenarios that could've caused you to be crying like this. Was Miruko being hard on you? Were the other residents giving you a hard time? Did some patient lash out on you? Perhaps you had finally realised how good you had it with him.
He stood in front of you, and as if sensing his presence, you looked up at him, eye all red and swollen, snot coming out of your nose, and face all miserable.
Dabi couldn't help the disgusted look that came onto his face.
"What happened?" He asked, taking another drag of his cigarette. You looked down and shook your head, before wiping your tears and standing up.
"I-I'm sorry, I didn't know you'd be here. I'll leave-"
"Sit down." Dabi's commanding tone left no room for argument, and you sat back down. He held the cigarette with his lips, before hiking his pants up and sitting in front of you.
He watched you play with your fingers, a gloomy look on your face.
"You gonna tell me what happened? Or do I have to ask your superior?"
You looked at him, and your eyes began filling up tears again. "My patient... died."
He gave a nod for you to continue on, knowing something else must've upset you. "She was the case Dr Miruko assigned me- I was incharge." You paused. "She was 7 months pregnant and had switched to this hospital after she moved into town."
"Everything was going great, I was leading and I double checked everything- she was all good, her vitals were good. But then I was paged and they told me she's going into labour. I was prepared for that too, the C section was successful and I was making sure the baby was breathing properly when the monitor suddenly beeped and I turned around to see her crashing. She-" You choked on a sob. "She died before I could do anything."
Dabi took a deep breath. "It happens. Patients die all the time-"
"She died because of me!" You cried out. "I looked at the paper work and found out the anaesthesia they gave her- the one she was allergic to. She's dead because I didn't ask the anaesthesiologist what he gave her-"
Dabi shook his head and grabbed your hand. "No, this is not your fault. You read her history, he should've read too. That's on him- you're not responsible for his actions-"
"But I am! I should've- I should've checked if he read her reports! should've checked what anaesthesia he was using and- and now she's dead because I killed her-" You were cut off by Dabi hugging your head to his chest, muffling your sobs as your tears wet his shirt.
"Shh, calm down- calm down, now." He rubbed your back. "Listen to me very carefully, Y/n. This is not your fault. The anaesthesiologist is senior than you- he should've known by now to read the history and reports. You did not kill this patient, her blood is not on your hands." He pulled you back, grabbing your small face in his hands. "You know how I know this? Because I know you. Because I trained you to perfection, I know you'd never make such a careless mistake- I taught you better than that."You sniffled as he wiped your tears away. "You understand? Now, you will not say that the patient died because of you. Stuff like that could get you fired, and you're not throwing away your career because of someone else's mistake. You hear me? I forbid you to take blame for something you didn't do. I forbid you from leaving me- the hospital."
You nodded, leaning your head against his chest. "I just- its just that she never got to hold her first born." Dabi tucked your head under his chin, arms still wrapped around you as he listened to you talk. "She had a history of fertility issues, had 5 miscarriages before. This was her last chance at becoming a mother. And... she couldn't even hold him." You whispered, eyes still heavy with tears. "I just... I just want to numb the pain." Dabi watched as your eyes trailed towards the cigarette between his fingers and he instantly threw it off the roof. "Don't even think about it. It does more harm than good. It could kill ya."
You scoffed. "Yeah? Then why do you do it?"
He shrugged. "Don't have anything to live for."
"Damn... that's kinda dark." You stared at him. "Maybe you do have something to live for. You just don't know it yet."
Dabi's eyes drank you in. He does have something to love for- you.
He stood up, giving you a hand to pull you up too. "Tomorrow, you're gonna shift back to my department." He held up a hand when you tried to argue. "Not permanently, just for a while, until you've stabilised emotionally and gotten over this case. Just trust me, it'll do you good."
You thought for a bit before nodding slowly. "I guess it wouldn't hurt to take a break from the maternity ward."
Dabi nodded, before signalling you to follow him. "Now come along, I have something to numb your pain-" You gasped behind him.
"Don't tell me! Am I finally gonna get Dr Dabi's infamous hot chocolate?"
"I'll spit in it if you don't stop with that fake enthusiasm." He groaned, making you laugh.
"Okay, okay. I'll back off." You said behind him. "But thank you, Dr Dabi. For everything."
Dabi smiled as he watched you sleeping on his couch, all tuckered out. The hot chocolate sure numbed your pain. And knocked you out cold, considering the Xanax pills Dabi had crushed in them.
You needed them for tonight. He thought to himself. You had a rough day, and he doubt you'd get any sleep with how much you'd worry over that case.
Dabi covered you with his jacket, before brushing the hair out of your face. He felt bad that you blamed yourself for that woman's death. She was gonna die anyways- she was a lost cause.
No, this was for the best. He kissed your cheek. He had to ask Miruko to give you hard cases like that, so that you'd realise how much better it is to be under his care.
And if breaking you down a bit was what it needed to make you realise that you belong with him...
...then maybe he can bribe a couple more doctors to mess up your cases.
Thoughts?
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