#pcat

[pcat007-blog]

Vegeta chibi! The great saiyan prince

[nat-roman0ff]

pussycat; coming soon

Summary: You’ve worked your entire career to land a job like this, working alongside the world famous Benoit Blanc. The job was simple; infiltrate the Thrombey family and get as much information as possible to help him solve the murder of the family’s patriarch, Harlan. The last thing you expected was to get tied up in your own twisted affair with family playboy, Ransom. Now in a battle of head and heart, shit is about to hit the fan.

The truth will set you free, but first it will ruin your life.

[potato-arts]

SO I HAD MY PCAT A FEW DAYS AGO And I got in the 77th percentile and all of my schools say 50th percentile or higher is highly competitive so GUESS WHO’S VERY EXCITED ABOUT THIS!!!!!!! 

[karenkilgargif]

[the-tonberrys-lantern]

Out of curiosity I took a PCAT, because who knows maybe I wanna get a PharmD.

Got a 96th percentile score.

Not sure what I expected considering I TEACH THIS COURSE MATERIAL. But still cool.

[ruckystarnes]

Purple Cap and Tears

Author: RuckyStarnes

Summary: Reader leaves Bucky, giving him he option to find her when he was ready. When he does find her, he learns of depressing news.

Warnings:  mention of miscarriage

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 962

A/N: This if for @sebashtiansatan 700 followers challenge using “Real feelings just don’t go away.”

“Sure, Bucky. Whatever,” Y/N grumbled as she grabbed her coat and keys, “You keep telling yourself that I would be better off without you. You know what? You’re the one that insisting that this won’t last, not me. I believe that we could work it out, that we would make it as a couple.” She kissed his cheek and opened the door, turning to him with a sad smile. “You know where to find me when you change your mind.” And out the door she went.

The scene replayed over and over in Bucky’s head for the whole week; he had taken the coward’s way out of that relationship, knowing Y/N was the best he ever had, and there was no way he could even face her again. Especially when he emptied the bathroom trash the day after she left. The white stick with the purple cap was lying in there, out of placed amongst the tissues, random bottle seals, and cotton swabs, calling to him like a beckon. He had to look, didn’t he? It was just as much as his business to know? The result of his curiosity nearly killed him the next few days. Broken metacarpals and jammed fingers from punching the bag too had for too long. Natasha got the better of him during sparring and Steve’s shield nearly took his head off when they were in the SIM room.

“Bucky,” Steve interjected his friend’s thoughts, “I know Y/N leaving was hard, but you have to rather make up or move on. Get your head out of the past so you don’t get killed.” Bucky watched the blond step on the shield, sending the disc upwards to the magnets on his left bracer, filling the room with its metallic sound. “Call her,” Steve urged.

“I can’t,” he muttered, refusing to elaborate on his reasoning. How could he tell his best friend that he let the love of his life walk out on him...pregnant? That she never told him? It would make the soldier become his closeted romantic self and try to reason with both of them, convince them that they belonged together when in reality, Bucky would only bring pain to Y/N and the baby she was carrying.

“She loves you and she’s worried about you, Buck,” Steve muttered, his blue eyes starting get a hint of sadness that for some reason made Bucky want to hit the punk ass in the face.

“If she was, then why did she leave? Why haven’t she called?” He looked with forlorn at Steve, his thumb swiping across his lower lip.

“Real feelings just don’t go away,” Steve offered, “Call her. She’s staying in Wanda’s room if you don’t want to wait. Just go talk to her.”

Bucky didn’t answer, too many thoughts about how badly this could go for him. He just bid Steve goodbye and made his way to his room, hesitating at Wanda’s door as he compleplated of knocking. He was about to walk away when he heard a sniff and what sounded like a sob behind the door. His brow furrowed as his hand went to the knob, turning it slowly. Y/N was on the couch, curled up clutching a blanket to her.

“Y/N?” he whispered, as he knelt down next to her. His hand smoothed her hair as he looked her over. She was wearing a sweatshirt, cuffs over her hands as she held the blanket to her chest. “What’s wrong?”

Y/N looked at him, sniffing as she pulled her hand out of her sleeve to produce a wrinkled tissue to wipe her nose. “I’m…”

“Don’t say fine,” Bucky chided softly, his hand pushing a stray tress of hair away from her face, “you’re not fine.”

She took a deep breath and nodded as she shifted herself to face him fully. “Bucky,” she pretty much choked out, “I have to tell you something.”

“That you’re pregnant?” he whispered, giving her a small smile, “I know. You left the test in the trash when you left.”

“No,” she sniffed, “Bucky...I’m not denying that I am but I’m not...not anymore.” Her eyes wouldn’t leave her fingers as she played with the tissue. It took a minute before he realized wha she said, the meaning with it. the smile fell, as his stomach dropped. He leaned forward and placed a kiss to her forehead, lips lingering.

“Oh, Y/N,” he whispered, his hand finding her hand under the cuff and laced his flesh fingers with hers. “I’m so sorry, baby doll.” There weren’t any words he could utter to make her feel better, or even himself, but he just held her hand and stroked her hair as she started to cry again. “I was an idiot to let you walk out,” he muttered.

“I was an idiot to walk,” she countered with a combination of a sob and chuckle. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you to your face about…” Another choked sob cut her off.

“It’s okay. I’m not mad,” he soothed, “I’m just worried about you. What can I do for you?”

Y/N sniffed and brought his hand to her lips kissing his knuckles. “Just...hold me for a bit, then take me home?” she whispered. He nodded and stood, adjusting her so he could sit on the couch before gathering her in his lap, arms holding her close. “I do love you, that hasn’t changed,” she muttered into his chest.

“Yeah. I heard that real feelings just don’t away,” he replied softly, “I’m sorry if I doubted that. I’ll try my best to help you through this.” He pressed another kiss to the top of her head, letting her dictate when she was ready to leave.

[philadelphiasong]

PCAT

YOU GUYS! I just took the PCAT, the entrance examination into Pharmacy school. I scored in the 99th percentile! I’m literally shocked and so happy and humbled and filled with joy.

I’ve spent the past 2 years working in leukemia research, exploring different healthcare careers and figuring out which field I could apply my love for organic chemistry most powerfully to. I had navigated toward a PhD in Pharmacology for a few months before realizing that my passion for healthcare stemmed from the desire to care for patients. Everything became clear after that realization, I was going to be a badass pharmacist and I was going to apply for my PharmD.

I’m 25. When I was 8 I wanted to be a veterinarian. When I was 16 I wanted to be a physical therapist. When I was 21 I wanted to be a physician (took the MCAT, decided not to apply). When I was 23 I wanted to get my PhD (took the GRE, decided not to apply). When I was 2-mother-fucking-5 I wanted to be a pharmacist. I just took my PCAT. I crushed it. I am applying to pharmacy school and for the first time in my life, I know I’m not backing out.

I’ve known I wanted to work in healthcare since I was 8. I just didn’t know what part. I’ve had multiple family members and counselors tell me to just pick something. That no one ever really loves what they do. But I struggled to accept that. I felt like I was always right on the edge of figuring it all out, and I couldn’t give up on the dream. Looking back I’m so happy I didn’t settle for another field. I truly feel like I found my spot and on top of that I have perspective and 2 years of cancer research under my belt. I don’t regret a second of this journey.

Bottom line- DO NOT SETTLE. BE PATIENT. DO NOT VALUE OTHER’S OPINIONS OVER YOUR OWN. TRUST YOUR GUT. And you’ll find where you are supposed to be. I promise.

[intellibujo-blog]

Well guys ~

I know I’ve been awol this past week but with good reason: my PCAT is tomorrow!! Today is all about reviewing the most important concepts, going over tricky questions, and most importantly... RELAXING. The best way to prepare the day before a big test is to give your brain a break.

Once this is over, I’ll have way more time to focus on all of you guys and this blog, which I’m so excited for. :’)

In the meantime, please keep me in all of your thoughts tomorrow as I write my test! Send me good vibes!