#neurosurgeon

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Cross sections of the brain show a healthy one at the bottom and an Alzheimer-diseased sample at the top. photo: Maggie Steber

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cms - Aysel for @/jimengxi (twitter)

[calebsworldofwonder]

STOP ASKING ME FOR LOBOTOMIES

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🎬 The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the 8th Dimension (1984)

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️☆ (4/5)

Some films invite you into their world. Buckaroo Banzai simply assumes you’ve always lived there.

Part sci-fi adventure, part action comedy, part rock-and-roll fever dream, the film follows the brilliant Buckaroo Banzai—physicist, neurosurgeon, test pilot, Samurai and musician—as he battles interdimensional aliens with the help of his band, the Hong Kong Cavaliers. It sounds ridiculous because it absolutely is (Checkout Jeff Goldblum’s urban cowboy look!)… and that’s exactly why it works.

Peter Weller gives Buckaroo an effortlessly cool confidence, while the supporting cast is packed with familiar faces, including John Lithgow delivering one of the most gloriously unhinged performances of his career, it showcases what we would come to expect in a brilliant qwerky early role for Jeff Goldblum as urban cowboy neurosurgeon (Yes that’s his character) New Jersey, and Ellen Barkin is loveable in the role Buckaroo’s dizzy, capable love interest Penny Priddy.

What makes the film endure isn’t its plot—it’s the sheer imagination on display. It throws bizarre ideas at the audience with complete sincerity, never stopping to explain itself, trusting you to either keep up or enjoy the ride. That confidence has earned it a devoted cult following and influenced countless offbeat science-fiction stories that followed.

It’s messy, eccentric and occasionally baffling, but it’s also endlessly charming. If you’ve ever wondered what would happen if someone mixed comic books, pulp serials, 1980s rock music and science fiction into one wonderfully strange package, Buckaroo Banzai is the answer.

Verdict: Not every film needs to make perfect sense. Sometimes it’s enough to be unforgettable.

[lyssatoruu]

I’ll never smile again - Frank Sinatra

a little angst, reader is a neurosurgeon, neutral pronouns, ""friendship"", geto’s death is mentionned, cuss words, mention of death, mention of medical treatment, mention of graveyard

gojo satoru x reader

"time of death 10:34pm"

the monitor beeps. The noise is continuous and getting heavier and heavier to bear. You put down your scalpel, raise your hands and step away from the body. You look around, at a few people in the observatory, friends and journalists who’ve come to watch the first surgery about your experiment on a certain type of tumor, a new surgical approach to removing that tumor. A rather invasive approach indeed, but one that worked in clinical trials.

The intern begins to close the patient's skull. Drops of sweat begin to drip from your forehead, your vision starts to deteriorate more and more, you've got to get out of there. "I killed him, I killed him" goes round and round in your head. You smile slightly at the journalists in the observatory, including your best friend, your friends and Gojo. "I'm sorry, I have to go" you inform the other surgeons and doctors in the OR.

You leave the room quickly. Your best friend has seen the distress in your eyes, she knows you, she knows what you're like. "That's not a good sign" she murmurs before rubbing her face with both hands. Gojo looks at your best friend blankly and gets up, leaving the observatory. "Where are you going?" she asks Gojo "I won't be long" he replies.

You take off your coat, gloves and cap, throw the coat and gloves in the trash and your cap on the floor. You're trembling, suffocating, everyone was counting on you and you failed, you killed him. You needed air, you knew the journalists would be here as soon as possible. You walk into the x-ray room. You see them, the scans of your late patient, "what the hell happened?" you look at them over and over again. You go in circles in the room, biting your lip and rubbing your eyes. You rip the scans off the wall and throw them on the floor, "fuck!". Tears start to roll down your cheeks, unintentionally.

"Are you all right?" you hear a voice coming from behind you, you knew exactly who it was. Gojo slowly closes the door behind him and moves closer, "Everything's fine, everything's fine".

"Everything's fine?! Do you really think everything's fine?! Are you kidding me?!" you reply.

"Shh, it's not your fault you know" he tries to stay calm.

"Who operated on him? Who opened his skull? Who performed an invasive surgical method on him? It’s me!" you lose all control, gojo is not your enemy in this situation, quite the opposite. You move closer to him, pointing at yourself, tears flowing, your voice starting to break little by little

"You need to calm down, it was experimental and you know it" gojo puts his hands on your shoulders

"Do not touch me!" you reply, backing away violently.

He sighs and raises an eyebrow, leans back against a wall, crosses his arms and legs, "I'm not going to teach you your job, but death is part of your job. there are things you can't foresee".

"He was 15! He was 15 and he had a tumor since 13! He died at 15 because of me! It’s not fair!" you say crying your heart out . "Death was almost inevitable, you know that" he replies calmly.

"And what do you know about death? how often do you come into contact with it?" you approach him.

"What do you mean?" he approaches you too, clenches his jaw, the tension begins to build between you. "Don’t start with those things it won’t get us anywhere" he sighs once again. He didn't want to get upset because you'd just lost a patient who was very important to you, but he soon realized that the subject could take a rather dramatic turn.

"You dare lecture me about death and inevitability when you literally killed your best friend?"

— silence.

Gojo straightens up, uncrosses his arms and looks at you, raising his eyebrows, again "What did you say?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" you’ve gone too far.

"Do you really think I wanted this? That I wanted all this?" he approaches you again, his eyes wide.

"I know I didn't, I'm sorry-" you slowly back away

"Do you really think that your job as a neurosurgeon, which you chose, and my job, which was imposed on me, are the same? Do you really think that I don't deal with death? You don't kill patients, you fail to save them, it's not the same. I kill people on purpose, that's the difference between us. — the more he talks, the closer he gets to you, you find yourself leaning against a wall involuntarily. You raise your head more and more to look at him because he's so tall — I have no choice but to do this job, you do. I kill those around me for ungrateful people like you"

"Satoru, please wait-" you start following him

The door slams and you find yourself alone in the scan room, you'd just pissed off the only person who'd come to support you after your defeat, Gojo considered you a true friend so much so that he confided about his friendship with Geto and how much he was suffering today, from his death. You knew that your patient's death and Geto's were incomparable, and yet you compared them. Why were you so stupid?

You start to follow gojo through the corridors but the journalists start to come between you "I'm sorry I have to-", "Did you make a mistake?", "why did he die?", "He was only 15, how do you feel?" fucking journalists. You see Gojo disappear in the hallway.

When you get home, you try to call Gojo, but he doesn't answer. You try to send him messages, but he doesn’t reply.

11:57pm

i’m sorry Satoru i know i fucked up

12:03pm

please, can we talk?

12:32pm

i think i know where you are, i’m coming

You get in your car and head down to the graveyard. A few minutes later you arrive in front of his grave and there he was, crouching, wearing his mask as usual, you've always wondered if it was also a way of hiding his emotions, the eyes speak, but his, what do they say ?

"Hi, you didn’t reply to my texts i was scared" you say softly. He doesn’t say anything. "I’m sorry you know i didn’t mean that" — "Why did you come ?" he say not looking at you but still looking at the grave. "I was worried". He laughs ironically "really ? you really are the last person i wanted to see here."

You decide to approach him a little. "I wanted to make sure you were fine" — "And I am, you can leave now"

You don’t know what to say anymore, it was all your fault anyway. "Satoru I-" — "leave" he looks at you and you decide to leave.

You know he’ll never smile the same again without Geto near him.

hi, first post since almost nine months *tries not to panick*. I don’t know how to feel about this, i think i lost the way i was writing before ? i don’t know. I have a feeling this is botch :( I wanted to try something new but anyway.

even though i’m not a big fan of this work, i’m really happy to writing again^^

if you think i use deepl for this one you’re right 😜👍🏻

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Kazuhiro Kiritaki

Actuel directeur du Bird

[ Current director of the Bird ]

Stray Dog & Mortician belongs to VanRah @poizongirl

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[elijones94]

💥 The “Kim Possible” episode “Mother’s Day” is the only episode where Kim’s mother accompanies Kim on one of her missions. Since they both promised to spend the day together “no matter what”, they face off against Dr. Drakken and Shego. Initially, Kim is reluctant to have her mom accompany her fearing for her safety;however, she relents after her mom gives her the infamous “puppy dog pout”. 🩺👩🏻‍🦰