This is me, every day I draw Tim, wondering WHAT THE HECK HIS CANON HAIR STYLE IS SUPPOSED TO BE!!!!! Long? Short? Parted? Buzzed? Spiky? Undercut? Messy? Neat? Is there a timeline? Does it go short and bowl cut, then long and shaggy, or long and shaggy then bowl cut? I DON’T KNOW!!!
Red Robin solo series is always the correct answer/superior Tim
@ferrame and I wrote a little fic & I did this very messy drawing
One of the most bizarrely cool people I’ve ever met was an oral surgeon who treated me after a ridiculous accident (that’s another story), Dr. Z.
Dr. Z. was, easily, the best and most competent doctor or dentist I’ve ever encountered – and after that accident, I encountered quite a number. He came stunningly highly recommended, had an excellent record, and the most calming bedside manner I’ve ever seen.
That last wasn’t the sweet gentle caretaking sort of manner, which some nurses have but you wouldn’t expect to see in a surgeon. No; when Dr. Z. told me that one of my broken molars was too badly damaged to save, and I (being seventeen and still moderately in shock) broke down crying, he stared at me incredulously and said, in a tone of utter bemusement, “But – I am very good.”
I stopped crying on the spot. In the last twenty-four hours or so of one doctor after another, no one had said anything that reassuring to me. He clearly just knew his own competence so well that the idea of someone being scared anyway was literally incomprehensible to him. What more could I possibly ask for?
(He was right. The procedure was very extended, because the tooth that needed to be removed was in bits, but there was zero pain at any point. And, as he promised, my teeth were so close together that they shifted to fill the gap to where there genuinely is none anymore, it’s just a little easier to floss on that side.)
But Dr. Z.’s insane competence wasn’t just limited to oral surgery.
When I met Dr. Z., he, like most doctors I’ve had, asked me if I was in college, and where, and what I was studying. When I say “math,” most doctors respond with “oh, wow, good for you” or possibly “what do you want to do with that after college?”
Dr. Z. wanted to know what kind of math.
I gave him the thirty-second layman’s summary that I give people who are foolish enough to ask that. He responded with “oh, you mean–” and the correct technical terms. I confirmed that was indeed what I meant (and keep in mind, this was upper-division college math, you don’t take this unless you’re a math major). He asked cogent follow-up questions, and there ensued ten or so minutes of what I’d call “small talk” except for how it was an intensely technical mathematical discussion.
He didn’t, as far as I can tell, have any kind of formal math background. He just … knew stuff.
I was a competitive fencer at this point in time, so when he asked if I had any questions about the surgery that would be necessary, I asked him if I’d be okay to fence while I had my jaw wired shut, or if it would interfere with breathing.
“Fencing?” he said.
“Yes,” I said, “like swordfighting,” because this is another conversation I got to have a lot. (People assume they’ve misheard you, or occasionally they think you mean building fences.)
“Which weapon?”
“Uh. Foil.”
“No, it won’t be safe,” and he went off into an explanation of why.
Turns out, he was also a serious fencer – and, when I mentioned my fencing coach, an old friend of his. (I asked my fencing coach later, and, oh yes, Dr. Z., a good friend of mine, excellent fencer.) (My coach was French. Dr. Z. was Israeli. I never saw Dr. Z. around the club or anything. I have no idea how they knew each other.)
So this was weird enough that later, when I was home, I looked Dr. Z. up on Yelp. His reviews were stellar, of course, but that wasn’t the weird thing.
The weird thing was that the reviews were full of people – professionals in lots of different fields – saying the same thing: I went to Dr. Z. for oral surgery, and he asked me about what I did, and it turned out he knew all about my field and had a competent and educated discussion with me about the obscure technical details of such-and-such.
All sorts of different fields, saying this. Lawyers. Businessmen. Musicians.
As far as I can tell, it’s not that I just happened to be pursuing the two fields he had a serious amateur interest in – he just seemed to be extremely good at literally everything.
I have no explanation for this. Possibly he sold his soul to the devil.
He did a damn good job on my surgery.
Some god is slumming it on Earth with maxed-out stats helping people and his dive bar of choice is oral surgery.
Loki (based on the Thor What If episode)
I missed the space Tony. Here's a little bit of the future art process.
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chinese hanfu by 重回汉唐
day 2: sword
Elie Saab Pre-Fall 2021 Collection
Traditional Chinese hanfu & jiangshadeng lantern.
Mermay 2020 (part 2) by Faith Schaffer
I love reincarnation aus but a really funny concept to me is if not only can you remember your past lives, but anyone from those past lives will recognize you if your paths ever cross
police officer: according to multiple witness accounts you approached minister davis unprompted during sunday service, threatened him with a cross, and knocked him out with a bottle of communion wine. to our surprise, minister davis had decided not to press charges
man who knew davis in 603 AD, Ancient Greece: acrisius is aware of his sins
Imagine having your first crush in 100 years and you already know you're embarrassingly obvious but your hideous nephews seem to hang around for no other reason than to remind you
look me in the eyes dc and tell me a seventeen year old would make a good ceo
this is everything i’ve ever wanted and i just wanted you to know that
[SKATE]BOARD ROOM: Legends
They’re trying out nail polish
Be Not Afraid
