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alright samira is officially moved to her own blog!

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alright for real now, i’ll have samira moved over to her own blog by sunday (realistically tomorrow but fridays i always end up having to work more so we will see!)

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i meant to move samira last night but then we got a storm and my internet has been out so 😂 still happening, but hello to the new followers! feel free to come chat with me about the pitt and the people’s princess

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im doing this btw

thinking about just moving samira to a main/solo/real blog but i can’t decide. i kinda hate this sideblog thing i did if im honest, i feel like it makes me want to be on tumblr less

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thinking about just moving samira to a main/solo/real blog but i can’t decide. i kinda hate this sideblog thing i did if im honest, i feel like it makes me want to be on tumblr less

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samira "mirrorball" mohan.

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accidentally spent most of the night writing my fic, but i really want to do more here with samira so if you have any pitt writers to suggest who are open to writing 😍 (heather collins, where for art thou?)

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an  independent  &  selective sideblog (follows back from @0therlies) for samira mohan from hbo max' the pitt ―  crossover  &  oc  friendly, open to plotting with all. minors  &  non-roleplay  blogs  do  not  interact.   heavily  triggering  content  likely.  21+. by molly.  people aren’t problems to solve, they’re stories to understand.

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 . ( a collection of dialogue prompts based on varying types of demands &. requests . adjust phrasing as necessary . this prompt WILL likely be updated in the future . )

don't say a word .

don't leave me here .

meet me at our spot tonight .

follow me and stay close .

don't beg , it's pathetic .

can you ( tie / zip ) this for me ?

stop lying to me . tell me what you did .

put that down , you don't know what it ( is / does ) .

get out of my sight .

stop pretending you know what's going on .

find a first-aid kit . quickly !

don't get yourself killed .

leave them to me , just go .

just admit that you love me .

just admit that you hate me .

come here , let me look at you .

( name ) , don't make me do this .

drop your ( weapon ) .

stay here and wait for my signal .

don't just sit there , move .

take this and run , don't let anyone have it .

pretend you're my ( partner / girlfriend / boyfriend ) .

don't look , you'll give us away .

don't say another word .

stop pretending like you care .

go make sure the coast is clear .

take this with you . it's a good luck charm .

don't tell anyone about this .

if anybody asks about today , lie .

stop looking at me like that .

tell me you love me .

just kiss me , already .

keep your eyes on the road .

stop crying and calm down .

come with me . there's so much we could do .

wear the ( dress / tie / item ) i gave you tonight .

show me how you like to be touched .

hold my hand .

kiss me , make it look real .

look at me . how many fingers am i holding up ?

will you marry me ?

just slow down for a minute . what's going on ?

take a deep breath , you need to calm down .

get out of here , ( name ) !

draw your weapon .

go rest . i'm not asking .

take a step back .

give me a straight answer .

be polite to our guests .

look me in the eye and say that again .

put your feelings aside for a moment .

keep close to me .

here , let me see that .

look up at the sky .

get out of here , i don't want to see you right now .

stand up , this isn't over yet .

close your eyes and count to ten .

smile for the camera !

keep your head down .

( name ) , let me past .

listen carefully to what i'm about to say .

don't just stare , come in .

stop laughing , this isn't funny .

take this and hide it .

don't make a sound .

put your hands up .

quit causing problems everywhere you go .

just admit that you don't know what you're doing .

stop right there , i mean it .

don't say that name aloud .

just trust me , okay ?

stop acting so childish .

call the police . now .

tell me you love me , even if it's not real .

take a good hard look .

stop the car , ( name ) .

don't make eye contact .

stay out of trouble .

just do it already , we've waited long enough .

hold me tight , and never let me go .

finish what you started .

tell me what you know .

just stay away from me .

turn around . slowly .

don't be scared .

put it down before somebody gets hurt .

stop pretending , i'm tired of the pretending .

grab me my ( item ) , will you ?

don't make assumptions .

put this over it to stop the bleeding .

get to safety !

wipe that look off your face .

secure the area .

keep an eye on them .

look at yourself in the mirror .

run . run and don't stop .

eat . you haven't touched your food in days .

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› her phone is full of playlists with names like “post-code blue blues” & “gentle mornings (if they exist)” › occasionally sleep-talks in a mix of english & tamil › has a drawer full of unread greeting cards she meant to send › still has her dad’s watch, even though it stopped ticking years ago › hums old bollywood songs when she’s suturing quietly › has a deeply specific opinion on the correct way to steep oolong › swears by tiger balm for literally everything › keeps a stash of emergency chocolate in her underwear drawer—not the kitchen, because that’s where people might look (not that she has company) › collects earrings she rarely wears, but likes the idea of › has an irrational fear of accidentally sending a voice memo › smells every book before reading it › takes off her shoes the second she gets home, no matter what › has one playlist she only plays when she feels safe enough to cry › insists on using paper charts to map out big decisions, like she’s doing surgery on her own life › will straight-up vanish into the bathtub for two hours with tea & a book, then reemerge like a cryptid › once tried a bullet journal, lasted three days, now uses the notebook as a coaster › has at least one patient who brings her samosas “because you look like you forgot to eat again, beti” › has the worst luck with umbrellas. either loses them or breaks them within a week › does not trust people who don’t like mangoes › once threatened to “medically sedate” Abbot if he didn’t take a day off, & she meant it › has a secret pinterest board titled “if I ever stop running” full of cottagecore nonsense › gets genuinely offended when someone says all tea tastes the same › learned to drive late & still mutters under her breath at yellow lights like they’re personal attacks › has memorized the best vending machines in every wing of the hospital › doesn’t celebrate her birthday, but gets weirdly sentimental about other people’s › has a tiny scar on her temple from childhood, tells a different dramatic story every time someone asks about it › has a superstition about never working the night shift on a full moon—“don’t ask, just trust” (scott mcall this is for you)

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✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 .    (  a collection of  dialogue prompts centered around saying "please".   feel free to modify phrasing as desired.  )

please just be honest with me.

oh, please explain how this is my fault.

please don't look at me like that.

please, let's not do this here.

for once, could you please stop pretending?

please just kiss me, i can't stand it.

please don't walk away from this.

all you have to do is say please.

please, i dare you to try and stop me.

please don't tell anyone i said that.

i said please, so technically you have to say yes.

please tell me you brought snacks.

please don't take this the wrong way.

please, i've waited so long to hear you say it.

i said i'm fine, please just drop it.

please don't lie just to make me feel better.

please don't judge me for what i'm about to do.

please just let me help you.

if you love me, say it. please.

just stay here with me all day. pleaase?

please don't ruin this for me.

please just leave me out of it.

tell me you love me ... please.

can you please slow down?

please tell me there's still a chance.

can you please just get some sleep?

please, i don't want to lose you again.

i'm not asking– i'm begging you. please.

please don't make fun of me.

i want you to leave. please leave right now.

please, it's nothing.

i don't like to beg, but... please.

pleaase? i promise it'll be fun.

tell me it's a lie. please.

come on, please? just this once?

please don't jump to assumptions.

please, [ name ], just stay here.

you promised ... please.

please. i need you to trust me.

please don't go.

i know i don't deserve it, but please forgive me.

please, let me fix this.

did i hear a 'please' in there somewhere?

please. one more minute, that's all i'm asking.

oh please, as if you've never done it.

don't ask me to choose. please.

please don't tell them where i am.

saying 'please' over and over won't change my mind.

please? ... pretty please?

please don't make me beg.

please tell me i'm wrong.

can you please give me a hand with this?

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𝖤𝖭𝖣𝖫𝖤𝖲𝖲 𝖤𝖣𝖨𝖳𝖲 𝖮𝖥 𝖣𝖱. 𝖲𝖠𝖬𝖨𝖱𝖠 𝖬𝖮𝖧𝖠𝖭.

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samira's little hairs hanging in her face when she's working a trauma, like if you agree.

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"i was lightly stabbed." / @klarsynt

samira blinked,  taking a moment to process the words he’d just said.  emil’s face,  usually so guarded,  seemed to have softened slightly — maybe from the adrenaline still buzzing through his veins,  or maybe from whatever tension had been hiding behind his casual tone.  she caught herself glancing at the small red stain that had begun to seep through his shirt,  the kind of thing that could easily be mistaken for something minor but could still turn into a bigger problem if left unchecked.  it was almost like he didn’t want to acknowledge how serious it might be,  brushing it off with his usual bravado,  but samira couldn’t ignore it.  she always noticed the little things,  like the way his jaw tightened slightly when he spoke or how his hands remained unusually still,  as if holding something back.  her voice came out quieter than she intended.  ❝lightly stabbed? is that what you’re calling this? ❞ she leaned forward,  her gaze narrowing as she placed a hand gently on his arm,  the warmth of concern rising through her chest despite her attempts to stay detached.  ❝ emil,  you need to get checked out.  now.  ❞

her words held an edge of care,  but also something else — a sharpness that wasn’t quite impatience,  but close to it.  she had seen enough injuries to know how easily things could spiral out of control,   &  the fact that he was downplaying it made her uneasy.  emil always had a way of brushing things off,  acting like it was just another part of the job,  like he wasn’t human.  samira understood that feeling,  the desire to make yourself seem invulnerable,  especially around others who might be worried about you.  but she couldn’t help it.  she wasn’t going to let him walk out of here pretending this wasn’t a big deal.  she was too used to being the one who had to care for others,  too used to fixing things when they were broken.  but she couldn’t fix this if he didn’t take it seriously.  ❝ i mean it,  emil,  if you're not gonna take care of this,  i will,   &  i won’t take no for an answer.  ❞

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watching er bc i am trying to fill the hole in my heart of the pitt & carol is fostering a girl she got attached to etc etc & now im thinking of an au where samira does that too. like she just cant help it. it's out of character for her at this point in her life, so it's entirely au where her heart just doesnt let her leave it alone .. because no she's not ready for something like that, she's busy and she has her career to worry about! she has one more year of residency, and then a fellowship to worry about! but something just tells her, eats away at her, and she can't let this little girl think she's alone. and she cant stand the thought of her being in some foster home or a shelter when samira herself KNOWS she can give her a better life. so she fosters her, and then eventually adopts her.

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