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Full. Rainbow. Glitter. Insanity!!!! Yes, it took forever but I think it’s worth it, don’t you?
Full post is here and glitter is from here.
Two hours long
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How most people with invisible illnesses are treated by health care “professionals”
The Golden Girls didn’t fuck around
pls watch
honestly i really appreciated this scene when I first saw it bc it took me like two years to get a diagnosis for what’s wrong with me
Dorothy: Dr. Budd?
Dr. Budd: Yes?
Dorothy: You probably don’t remember me, but you told me I wasn’t sick. Do you remember? You told me I was just getting old.
Dr. Budd: I’m sorry, I really don’t–
Dorothy: Remember. Maybe you’re getting old. That’s a little joke. Well, I tell you, Dr. Budd, I really am sick. I have chronic fatigue syndrome. That is a real illness. You can check with the Center for Disease Control.
Dr. Budd: Huh. Well, I’m sorry about that.
Dorothy: Well, I’m glad! At least I know I have something.
Dr. Budd: I’m sure. Well, nice seeing you.
Dorothy: Not so fast. There are some things I have to say. There are a lot of things that I have to say. Words can’t express what I have to say. [tearing up] What I went through, what you put me through—I can’t do this in a restaurant.
Dr. Budd: Good!
Dorothy: But I will!
Dr. Budd’s date: Louis, who is this person?
Dr. Budd: Look, Miss–
Dorothy: Sit. I sat for you long enough. Dr. Budd, I came to you sick—sick and scared—and you dismissed me. You didn’t have the answer, and instead of saying “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with you,” you made me feel crazy, like I had made it all up. You dismissed me! You made me feel like a child, a fool, a neurotic who was wasting your precious time. Is that your caring profession? Is that healing? No one deserves that kind of treatment, Dr. Budd, no one. I suspect had I been a man, I might have been taken a bit more seriously, and not told to go to a hairdresser.
Dr. Budd: Look, I am not going to sit here anymore–
Dr. Budd’s date: Shut up, Louis.
Dorothy: I don’t know where you doctors lose your humanity, but you lose it. You know, if all of you, at the beginning of your careers, could get very sick and very scared for a while, you’d probably learn more from that than anything else. You’d better start listening to your patients. They need to be heard. They need caring. They need compassion. They need attending to. You know, someday, Dr. Budd, you’re gonna be on the other side of the table, and as angry as I am, and as angry as I always will be, I still wish you a better doctor than you were to me.
My muse has been kidnapped for experimental 'research.' After months of searching, yours has finally found mine. How does your muse react to the condition mine is in?
TRUTH SERUM - MY MUSE HAS TO ANSWER ANY AND ALL QUESTION REGARDLESS OF WHAT IT IS.
Please preface questions with “Truth”
"Alright,just so long as you’re okay. Wouldn’t want you to suffer" he remarked,getting up from his seat,and stretching. "Matter of fact why don’t we get you into bed" He offered his hand to both assist her up and if need be,help her to her room.
Keeper smirked and stood up after placing her hand in his. “Though… we both just woke up not two hours ago, didn’t we?” she asked, raising an eyebrow at him and wondering what he could be thinking. They had just finished breakfast and he wanted her to go back to bed. “I feel fine, I promise,” she assured him with a chuckle.
He squinted at her for a rather long period before consenting. “Very well as long as you think you can avoid collapsing then I won’t act my age and send ya to bed to get some rest.” Shedding the facade of responsibility he seemed to exude energy. “Right then,shall we have another go at getting your wine?” he queried. “After all if we don’t keep trying it’ll never happen”
Keeper's lips widened into a grin. "Yes! Splendid idea!" she gripped his hand and pulled him along with enthusiastic joy. Towards her control room they went, Keeper determined and confident. This time she would get her wine.
Upon reaching the console room, Keeper threw on her trench coat and grabbed her waist satchel (otherwise known as a fanny pack but she'd never admit it). "I don't know if they will still be there, having another meeting. Are you prepared for such?" she asked him curiously as she strapped on her wrist computer.
What is the kinkiest thing your muse wants to do to mine? Bonus points if you're as descriptive as possible and can make them blush.
Keeper put a hand to her cheek, feeling her face. It was warmer, but not from fever. Still she needed an excuse and just went with it. “Maybe a little. I should be fine though!” she smiled at him, putting her hands in her lap. Keeper felt a bit self conscious now, having tried being cool and then this. She sat up straight, hands folded in her lap, something she learned on Earth about proper etiquette.
"Alright,just so long as you’re okay. Wouldn’t want you to suffer" he remarked,getting up from his seat,and stretching. "Matter of fact why don’t we get you into bed" He offered his hand to both assist her up and if need be,help her to her room.
Keeper smirked and stood up after placing her hand in his. "Though... we both just woke up not two hours ago, didn't we?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him and wondering what he could be thinking. They had just finished breakfast and he wanted her to go back to bed. "I feel fine, I promise," she assured him with a chuckle.
ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴏᴄᴛᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴘᴇʀ.
You’ll be added to a list.
AU and OC’s allowed.
Emily paced back and forth in front of the chair which Keeper sat in, hands tied to the arm rests, and feet tied to the legs. "Keeper you don't know what you're saying, I don't know how to get this out of your system and your....flirting isn't helping!" Emily racked her brain, she couldn't fly Thomas anywhere, and Keeper sat there half naked from struggling with Emily, pupils dilated as she moved her eyes up and down Emilys figure. Emily stared right back and found her eyes wandering as well...
"Flirting?" Keeper laughed out loud. Her wrists hurt from struggling but she didn’t care. Biting her lower lip she leaned forward. "Oh I can do a LOT worse. Why don’t you come over here, have a seat?" Keeper grinned maliciously. "I’ll show you how … helpful… I can be."
Emily jumped slightly as the glass shattered against the floor “What…what do you want then? Keeper I think you need to realize you’ll regret this later.” Emily watched Keeper, her eyes where not someplace Emily wanted them right now. “Oh god, someone help us. Thomas…what else can we do.”
"I could knock her out. Put her to sleep for several hours until the pollen passes through her system," Thomas told Emily. This made Keeper struggle against her other restraints even more.
"No, wait! I won’t regret it I swear!!" Keeper clung to Emily, pressing her cheek against Emily’s right breast. "I just really want an orgasm or two or three or-"
"Shall I prepare the dart?" Thomas asked Emily.
Emily huffed loudly feeling Keepers skin against hers, her breath grew shallow and she placed her hands on Keepers waist attempting to push her away but Keeper only purred. “So it’s injure her or have sex with her?!” Emily shrieked “Thomas why is hurting her an option?”
"I assure you the dart is harmless," Thomas said calmly. A holographic projection that depicted a small blow gun dart appeared on the console. "Just strong enough to make her sleep."
"No! It hurts so bad!" Keeper lied, nuzzling Emily's neck affectionately. "Don't let the big mean machine hurt me!!"
“Bugs get on my nerves. You could say the tend to.. bug me.”
"Oh god not this again. It was bad enough you got me that pun book."
“You don’t know the start of it. Puns are just magnificent.”
"They are a play on words. You’ve said better ones than that one, Doctor."
“But there’s a reason I used that one! Of course I have better puns locked away in my brain. I just don’t want to give the best away first.”
"Oh Doctor. You never cease to amuse me."
“Bugs get on my nerves. You could say the tend to.. bug me.”
"Oh god not this again. It was bad enough you got me that pun book."
“You don’t know the start of it. Puns are just magnificent.”
"They are a play on words. You've said better ones than that one, Doctor."
“Bugs get on my nerves. You could say the tend to.. bug me.”
"Oh god not this again. It was bad enough you got me that pun book."
Emily paced back and forth in front of the chair which Keeper sat in, hands tied to the arm rests, and feet tied to the legs. "Keeper you don't know what you're saying, I don't know how to get this out of your system and your....flirting isn't helping!" Emily racked her brain, she couldn't fly Thomas anywhere, and Keeper sat there half naked from struggling with Emily, pupils dilated as she moved her eyes up and down Emilys figure. Emily stared right back and found her eyes wandering as well...
"Flirting?" Keeper laughed out loud. Her wrists hurt from struggling but she didn’t care. Biting her lower lip she leaned forward. "Oh I can do a LOT worse. Why don’t you come over here, have a seat?" Keeper grinned maliciously. "I’ll show you how … helpful… I can be."
"I uh…" Emily whispered breathily squirming slightly away from Keeper What if she drinks it and then I really push away? I don’t want her to think…I don’t want to take advantage of a…shit. "Please, just drink it Keeper." Emily muttered unsure of herself, she grabbed the bottom of the glass and pushed it towards Keeper till the opening rested on her lips, she pushed it upward lightly forcing water into Keepers mouth.
Keeper’s eyes widened as she nearly choked but easily recovered. Raising an eyebrow she eyed Emily and drank the cup. “There. Done. I kept up my end, and you know how I feel about balance…” Keeper grinned, throwing the cup over her shoulder without a care.
Emily jumped slightly as the glass shattered against the floor “What…what do you want then? Keeper I think you need to realize you’ll regret this later.” Emily watched Keeper, her eyes where not someplace Emily wanted them right now. “Oh god, someone help us. Thomas…what else can we do.”
"I could knock her out. Put her to sleep for several hours until the pollen passes through her system," Thomas told Emily. This made Keeper struggle against her other restraints even more.
"No, wait! I won't regret it I swear!!" Keeper clung to Emily, pressing her cheek against Emily's right breast. "I just really want an orgasm or two or three or-"
"Shall I prepare the dart?" Thomas asked Emily.
For the next hour my Muse can not tell a lie.
Abuse this.