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Saw an old friend post a photo dump

In one of the pictures she smiled the way she used to

Like that night she showed up two hours late to my 10th birthday party and we went down the water slide until it was 9pm and the water was freezing

It made me miss her quite a lot.

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no cause santosgarcia GOT me when scalpelgate happened bc how are you going to fumble that badly i mean literally an unreal moment for the yuri books what do you MEAN you're a doctor and your scalpel SLIPPED. OUT., OF. YOURHAND??? like that was bad enough. career bad...life-threatening bad scalpel GOES INTO YOUR CRUSH'S FOOT i mean guys. come on guys. through shoe. you cant even write this in fanfic. i had to laugh??? mean and tall and hottest surgeon in the whole place and FLIRTING WITH YOU and you 1) maximize incompetence 2) STAB HER IN THE FOOT ohhhhhh my god someone cooked in that writers room someone had a cosmic brainwave literally how to even fic this when the most ficworthy event already happened

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go for it dr santos!

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garcia asking santos her sign is so funny to me because it either implies that under garcia's stern, extremely logical core that she is Whimsical and enjoys things like zodiacs or that she is trying so hard to signify herself as #forthegirls that she tries to ask the gayest question she can think of.

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THE PITT Season 1, Episode 6 "12:00 P.M."

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THE PITT 1.04 — 10:00 A.M.

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bunch of pitt doodles I forgot to post here SORRY

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Here's the fanart for you guys ☺️

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Yellow jackets season three finale spoilers!!

Mari had always been an outside kid, when she was younger she spent a lot of her time digging around in the dirt with her fingers. Her mom would scold her and make her scrub the dirt off her palms and out from underneath her fingernails. When she got a little older, the urge didn't stop but Mari learned early that little girls weren't supposed to get their hands dirty.

That didn't matter much now though, because gravity had a mind of its own and Mari met the cold hard ground with a thud and a gasp. She felt spikes stab into her and tear at her insides. It hurt like hell. Maybe she was in hell, she could scream or cry and even thinking of moving made her wince internally. Blood seeped into the snow beneath her, staining it.

She laid in a pool of her own blood and she thought of home. She thought her parents and the warmth of her little brother and sister, when they got too scared to sleep alone. She thought of cheeseburgers and slushies that she’d saved up for, so she could celebrate with the rest of the team.

She begged to go back but it was of no use. The universe rarely listened when it mattered. Mari couldn’t see, she couldn’t even feel the pain. As her blood drained out of her body, so too did her thoughts of home, of safety. When she opened her eyes again she saw the empty husk she’d left behind. She saw Van crying into Tai’s shoulder. Mari felt her chin tremble. She turned away, caught the tears streaming down her face.

She didn’t want them to see her crying. Then she remembered they wouldn’t.

She shut her eyes when Gen’s gasps caught in her throat and her chest got tight. She couldn’t bear to see it, to feel it.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and knew it before she could even get a proper look. The warm hand on her skin, the calluses of that palm.

Jackie.

She didn’t flinch but a part of her wanted to. Mari turned and blinked her eyes at her captain. Jackie smiled, a sad smile. It looked out of place on her Jackie had never seemed so distraught before. “I’m sorry Mari. This was never supposed to happen. I thought it would work.”

Mari stared. “ You thought, what would work? What was supposed to happen?”

“ It was never supposed to be you, I tried to make sure it was someone else, Van was supposed to rig the cards but Shauna… she kept that from happening”

“ That was you? How??”

“ I’ve been trying, like really hard, to make someone understand but Travis is the only one who could hear me. You felt it but you couldn’t understand, the pit, the spikes were for Lottie”

Mari gawked at her, “ You were trying to kill her?!! Why would you do that?”

Jackie’s expression dropped into something more angry, more resentful“ The cards were supposed to pick Hannah. Lottie’s been misunderstanding everything, hurting people hunting them. And you didn’t mind when it was Natalie, or me, or Javi.”

Mari looked sheepishly at her “ I’m sorry about that Jackie.”

“It’s fine. You didn’t have much choice. Did you?” Jackie waved it off

“ No really, I’m sorry Jackie. I wasn’t trying to. . . I didn’t want for you to leave. For you to get hurt. It wasn’t supposed to happen, I was being stupid and insecure. It’s my fault that I’m where I am.”

“ It isn’t. It’s. . . Shauna’s. There’s something wrong with her and I don’t think she’s ever going back to normal .” Jackie says the words like she would do anything to take them back.

Mari hears a thump of something heavy hitting the ground she turns towards it. “ Mari don’t look. You don’t want to see that part.”

“I know. It’s the worst part” Mari squeezes her eyes shut and balls her fists against her head.

“ Keep your eyes closed, I’ll lead you there. There’s a lot you need to know” Jackie throws an arm over her shoulder, and starts walking her through the snow.

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One of my friends asked me for more jackienat so expect some soon

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not my usual post but i thought I'd give fanart a try

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All my life I’ve been to aware, ever searching for the unspoken words between bated breaths. It makes things harder than they need to be.

After I got in a car accident it got worse. Not only was I assuming things about my friends lack of response, I was holding my breath at every stop light, flinching at a car beside me.

I felt so scared. I’m scared

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Do I keep it together long enough for it to fade or will it always blight my mind?

How often will my hands have to claw through the dirt and rocks to pull myself out?

My arms are tired. I’m tired.

When does that stop?

Does it ever stop?

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Saying goodbye has always been hard

Not getting to say goodbye was harder

I’m sorry buddy

I miss you

How I wish I could see you at the foot of my bed once again

I wish I could see you

I think I’ll always be looking

But I know what this is

I know what it means

What we couldn’t say before

Bye buddy

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My life started In the summer between second and third grade

My whole family had decided to go out together

We packed into our cars and drove around till we saw a yard sale sign

When we got to the house there wasn’t much left for us to look at

But just behind the white empty fold up tables there was a neon green sign with black lettering

held up by hot pink duct-tape, it read

“ Free Kittens “

I couldn’t help but shove to the van door

Pushing past my older brother I stepped out onto the curb

My parents were quick to follow just in case I went on to break something

As we walked up we could see into their garage and saw as a woman came out to greet us

She tried to close the door behind her but one of the cats had gotten loose

and had its tail caught in the door

My mom asked how many cats were left

There were two

And seeing as how one of them had just been attacked by a door

Our choice was obvious

She brought the cat out to us and he was black and white with a spot on his chin that made him stand out

When I picked him up he put his paws around my neck and purred by my ear

We got him to the car and my parents asked what we were gonna name him

To this day there is still some discrepancy about who really named him

But either way his name was Tommy

And after that it didn't matter who had named him because he was mine

He slept at the foot of my bed and I held the solid belief that he kept me safe from the monsters that I'd grown to fear

He protected me

Climbed into my lap when I cried

Threw up on my carpet

Scratched my bed

Went up and cuddled with neighbors

He was good and he was bad but most importantly he was home

But like with most good things it didn't stay that way forever

Throughout the years Tommy had made it a habit to rush outside anytime we had the door open

After a while my dad stopped running to catch him

It wasn't a big deal

He was neutered

He never went to far

The neighbors knew him

It shouldn't have been a problem

For years It wasn't a problem

Until it was

It was a cold day in late November when my dad had let him out

I hadn't been home but it probably wouldn't have mattered because my dad never listened when it came to Tommy

Tommy ran out and my dad thought nothing of it

It was strange to come home and not find him in the yard or inside

But I figured he'd be back by morning

He wasn't

It took another day for my mom to start driving down all the streets calling him

We walked up and asked every neighbor who would answer their doors

Nothing

We checked the shelters

But he was nowhere to be found

My boy was good

But he was gone

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Ahhh why are you having fun without me

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Bruh why can’t you guys be nice to me I’m so fucking tired of dealing with all the Lowkey bullying. I had a really good day up until I started talking to you guys and you just had to fuck it up. I give you guys everything I can. I try so hard for you. And none of you appreciate it. Learned how to sculpt for you guys. But of course let’s all just send a big FUCK YOU to cal because obviously cal deserves it. What did I even do bro. How many times are you gonna tell me to end it before you realize what you’re doing to me? I just want to have fun with you guys and you always take the opportunity to bully the fuck out of me. You guys treat me like shit when we aren’t actually hanging out. Why does every message have to be about how much you don’t like me? Is it too much to ask? I just want to hang out with people who like me. I’m trying so hard to be a better person. I’m going to the gym and learning new skills so that you guys will like me better. But I think that you probably never will. I’ll always be the one you laugh at and not with. But I guess I can deal with it because you guys treat me better than most people. It feels like you don’t care about me the way I do about you guys. I don’t think I want to keep putting more into our friendships than you do. I made our friendship bracelets. I brought the slime. I made the animals. But you didn’t ask me to so I guess it doesn’t matter