I Dont Even Know Man

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At which point they will find an ovarian cyst, but they now get whatever fucked up satisfaction they derive out of proving you wrong, because you didn't believe it could a cyst at all, but guess what? They did find a cyst! It's such a good thing you didn't listen to your intuition and came to them to verify your lay diagnosis from that third party! Bonus? Doctor doesn't have to feel like they look stupid in front of a patient, which is really what all this is about. Not your health, why would you think your medical diagnosis is about your health? It's obviously about a doctor's potential ego.

And apparently this works. Apparently you just need to be able to always play 4D chess with your medical professionals in order to find an avenue of advocating for yourself and getting you medical needs met. Isn't that great?

Shuffle your “On Repeat” playlist and post the first 10 tracks, then tag 10 people!

1. Pink Pony Club - Chappel Roan

2. Hail to the Victor - Thirty Seconds to Mars

3. Revenge Party - Mean Girls the Musical

4. Dial Drunk - Noah Kahan

5. Cruel Summer - Taylor Swift

6. The Fate of Ophelia - Taylor Swift

7. Weak - AJR

8. Wood - Taylor Swift

9. (Fuck A) Silver Lining - Panic! at the Disco

10. 1985 - Bowling for Soup

only three Taylor songs…not too bad 🤣

My defense for these is I've been rotating Noah Kahan for his concert in July and listening to songs that remind me of Smallville Clark Kent 😂

A Few of Your Own (Noah Kahan)

Unwritten (Natasha Bedingfield)

Jigsaw Falling Into Place (Radiohead)

Save Me (Remy Zero) aka the Smallville Theme song

Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now (The Smiths)

Kiss Me (Sixpence None the Richer)

Vienna (Billy Joel)

Dan (Noah Kahan)

Iris (The Goo Goo Dolls)

The Middle (Jimmy Eat World)

1. Generator (Justice)

2. Gotta Get Up (Henry Nilsson)

3. Sledgehammer (Peter Gabriel)

4. Man In The Box (Alice in Chains)

5. For Whom The Bell Tolls (Metallica)

6. Evil Woman (Electric Lights Orchestra)

7. Rooster (Alice in Chains)

8. Force majeure (Gaspard Augé, Justice)

9. Spirit in the Sky (Norman Greenbaum)

10. One Week (Barenakid Ladies)

omg thank you chloe 🩷 and yeessss a lil dad!scott preview coming right up!!

You know it's going to be one of those nights when Lacey's bottom lip starts quivering, tears already gathering on her bottom lash line.

"Mommy, please. I always have to go. I wanna stay," she says, voice wavering as she looks between you and Scott. Soft hands tug at your earrings before resting gently on your cheek, the way you rest your palm on her cheeks when you need her to focus on you.

"I wanna stay again mommy, please," she repeats, already sniffling.

You know you need to put your foot down now, respect the rules you've put in place, but with the night you've had you just don't have it in you to add "making Lacey cry" to your list, so you acquiesce with a sigh and a nod, brushing past Scott as he tries not to smile.

of course you may res!! one bob floyd sneak peek coming right up!!

You'd laugh if you weren't scared of waking your parents up — Bob Floyd, squeezing himself into your bedroom window, trying his best not to knock over the trinkets you kept lined up on your windowsill.

"That window needs to open wider," he says when he's all the way in, smoothing his shirt down as he looks around your room.

"How was I supposed to know you'd actually show up," you snort, even as you make room for him in your bed.

You try not to breathe too hard when he kicks his sweats down his legs and tugs his t-shirt off; almost bite your tongue when you feel the warm press of his body against yours, his arm moving beneath your head to act as a pillow.

"You said you weren't feeling good. What else was I supposed to do?"

of course kate thank you so much for tagging me!! (also i will be paying your inbox a visit soon, believe that!)

❄️ SEASONS OF LOVE — bob floyd x reader

"I'm sorry," you apologise for what must be the tenth time in just as many minutes as you watch Bob pore over the assembly manual for your new bed frame. "I swear I was gonna assemble it before you got here." The look he shoots you over the rim of his glasses is pure incredulity. You were, you really were, but between moving apartments and the new responsibilities at your job it was much easier to just take the pain of sleeping on the couch over the mental exercise of decoding the bed's instructions. Besides, it was much more fun to watch Bob do it, brows furrowed in concentration as he slotted pieces together for you with all the ease of someone simply doing a puzzle.

🥁 EVERYONE'S A STAR! — drummer!bob reynolds x reader

Whatever was left of your voice abandons you when his hand comes up to cup your cheek, the pad of his thumb soft as it presses softly into the skin. You just nod and hope he can’t hear the way your heart slams against your chest. His thumb drags lazily over your bottom lip as he pries your mouth open, and then he’s leaning in his lips ghosting over yours as he exhales. The weight of his thumb on your bottom lip unleashes a thick haze in your brain and you only come to when he laughs. “You’re supposed to inhale. Let’s try again,” he smiles, pressing you further into the wall. The only thing more persistent than the beating of your heart is the heavy pulsing between your thighs as he presses his own thigh between your legs.

🦅 BROKEN BIRD — joaquín torres x reader

🍼 and 🏛️ pleeeeaaaaassseee

ask and you shall receive ren!!! thank you!!

🍼 LEARNING CURVE — dad!scott x reader (mr argumentative pt3, 18+)

The decision crystallises when you wake up to find Scott at his laptop, hair sticking out at all angles, his face awash in the glow of his screen. You thought about your job, how you didn’t need to do half the work Scott was doing for his, and the thought of raising a child while moving up the career ladder was still daunting. Scott was building a business from the ground up. A child and a new relationship just didn’t fit into the equation, so you’d do him the favour of taking one of those options out. “I can feel you staring me down,” he deadpans. His attention remains fixed on the screen.

🏛️ UNTITLED FRAT!SCOTT— frat!scott x dean's daughter!reader (18+)

"What are you doing here," you hiss as he lowers himself into the seat next to you, arm bumping against yours as he gets comfortable. "I need this paper to graduate, if that's okay with you." "No, I mean why are you sitting next to me?" You gesture to the several other empty seats in the lecture hall. You have half a mind to move into one of those instead, but you were here first and you wouldn't let Scott Miller move you out of your seat.

been dying to post about casting couch so i may have clicked my heels together and done a spin idkkkkk

🛋️ CASTING COUCH— of!bob reynolds x of!joaquín torres x reader (18+)

once again this is very much dub-con just bc it's a specific type of casting couch vid. characters have obviously discussed boundaries but don't engage if that's not your thing. That inkling of dread from earlier swirls into something bigger when you feel Bob lean into you, his hand creeping up your thigh. "I don't want to act. Just take pictures," you remind him when his fingers start toying with the buttons on your shorts. You wish you'd worn proper jeans then — maybe he'd be less tempted if he hadn't spent the past thirty minutes looking at the way the frayed edges pressed into your thighs. "We'd never make you do anything you don't want to," he starts, "but body like yours is wasted on still shots. You'd be rolling in it after a couple of videos you know." You look to Joaquín for confirmation, but he's too focused on keeping the camera trained on where Bob's hand rests on your thigh.

🦅 BROKEN BIRD — joaquín torres x reader

HIIII UGH OF COURSE <3 and thank you!! I hope you've had a good weekend too!

The loud smack of your palm meeting his cheek echoes through the room, so loud you think the rest of the motel probably heard it.

He's shocked, blue eyes wide in disbelief as he rubs at the point of impact but you won't apologise — not when he'd spent all day treating you like you worth less than one of his spent pieces of gum.

"Feel better now? Can we talk like grown ups, or would you like a crack at the other cheek?"

"So much for apologising," you scoff, pushing around him so you can leave.

"I said I wanted to talk," he clarifies, reaching around you to shut the door before you can get it fully open.