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911 is coming back soonish so.... time for a rewatch and to slowly come back here, right...?

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need someone to make a cute cosy discord server pls and thank you. slumber party vibes but all day long

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hey friends !! i am still alive ( barely ) , i'm sorry for just disappearing but i've had a bit of an awful few weeks so just haven't really had the motivation to be here. i'm hoping to get things going again here soon though, but i'm still recovering from a pretty bad injury right now so i will be sporadic still with my activity ! as always, if you'd like to chat over discord, ur more than welcome to ask for my user / send me yours !!

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*me, literally sick with want* whatever

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( sms : ritter 🔥 ) whitney houston ????

( sms : ritter 🔥 ) i hope you're ready for us to kill it

( sms : ritter 🔥 ) pre warning : don't let me drink tequila

( sms : ritter 🔥 ) it'll end in something way worse than whitney

6:04pm, sms to: buck. » is that even a question? 😉

6:05pm, sms to: buck. » just warning you, i'll probably try and make you sing whitney houston with me.

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@starlightfreed : june claremont diaz / receiver catches sender as their feet give in.

his arms slide around her waist, spotting the signs soon enough to have sprinted to her side before she could hit the floor. " alright, i've got you... here, lean on me... " shifting so he can move her arm around his neck, keeping his other firmly around her waist. " we've gotta keep moving okay ? i know you're in pain, but we've gotta get you out of here... " his own pain is localised in his damn leg, barely feeling the cuts and bruises littering his face and exposed arms from the rubble pouring down. he takes most of her weight against his side, teeth clenching for just a moment as his body adjusts, giving the brunette a small nod and a tentative smile that he hopes comes across as reassuring. " okay, there we go. we've got this ! " an idea strikes him then, feeling with his free hand for his phone, sighing at the jagged crack splitting his screen. " shit. do you have your phone ? we might need some help navigating our way out if the stairs around this corner are blocked... "

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@gracefallen : luiz azevedo / receiver pleads sender to not go.

" come on, you're really gonna go now ? " he mutters, lips downturned on a frown, though his tone is trying for playful. " we're like forty minutes from the end, can't you stay a little longer ? " brows pull together over wide eyes, trying his best to plead with him to stay without the embarrassment of actually having to say the words. he knows that it probably won't work, he'd known the moment luiz had received a message from sage updating their schedule for an earlier start in the morning; he also knew that it was selfish to ask him to pick him over his career. but doesn't he deserve that just once ? it's not as though he's ever asked for much from him. " we could have some dessert before you leave... " again, he tries for playfully suggestive, eyebrows waggling at the other, but he can't stop the way his voice cracks on the last word, attempting to cover it with a cough.

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okay take two of my return .... let's not talk about last week...

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he accepts the pudding cup with a grateful smile, though he only runs his fingers over the edge, lost in his own thoughts; eyes resting against his boots. " fate is bullshit. " bitterness creeps into his tone, sighing, a small sheepish smile following soon after. " sorry. it just sucks, you know ? " he'd thought he was doing the right thing with all of this, but the lawyer... he'd used stuff he'd thought had been spoken in confidence, stuff he hadn't agreed to. things that hurt the people he cared about most. " i don't know how to do that. i can't see him, talk to him... or -- or chris... " for a moment, he allows his fear to swallow everything else, lids fluttering closed, drawing in a ragged breath, fingers curling to a fist at his side. " this is a mess, harls. "

@defectiveprts said : “ fate brought us together then tore us apart. ” // big dreams, big city starters.

" mmm, " she hums in agreement, doing her best to suppress the amused smile that tugs at her lips. something about the way he says it makes her think this runs a little deeper than losing a friend, but that's his business. ultimately, she's glad to see one of their most frequent-flying patients here for reasons unrelated to his immediate life-threatening peril. but this issue with his blood thinners and not going back to work and the lawsuit... it's clearly weighing on him. she extends the pudding cup to him with what she hopes is an understanding and comforting half-smile. " fate can be a cruel mistress, " she murmurs, taking the seat next to him. " so you can't talk to him right now because of the lawsuit... is there some other way you could let him know you still care? that this all isn't going the way you expected? "

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Do you ever become desensitized to your own trauma?? Like you’ve been dealing with it for so long that when you accidentally let it slip out in conversation and the persons like “um oh my god?” You’re like wow I forgot my life has been one unspeakable horror after another #noted

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( sms : lu ) : yes of course

( sms : lu ) : but i also like bribes...

( sms : lu ) : ah, that's no worries. i can bring everything to yours and cook there ?

( sms : lu ) : i was hoping to have the morning with you though :(

( sms -> meu amor 💙 ) bribes ? you won't do this out of the good of your heart ? 🙁 ( sms -> meu amor 💙 ) i was only going to ask if we could have dinner at mine tonight instead of yours ... ( sms -> meu amor 💙 ) extra early start tomorrow 😴

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@moiraied : continued from here.

" ah, tea ! i think we've got some tea around here. " a hand gestures wide to the staircase leading to the loft. " come on up ! you got here at a great time, caps almost done with lunch ! " his grin shifts to an easy smile, leading the way back up the steps. " that's me. i'm sure noah has told you all about me ? " he jokes, throwing a teasing wink over his shoulder. " take a seat ! " he directs, heading to the kitchen, rooting around for the packet of tea he's sure is here somewhere. " what brings you to our humble abode ? "

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“If you can love the wrong one so much, just imagine how much you can love the right one.”

— Comment on a Humans Of New York post (via )

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( sms : lj ) he ... oh love....

( sms : lj ) that is a crime. i think you should call athena too

( sms : lj ) i'm on my way. calling you now

[ incoming call to : lj. ]

" leia ? okay listen, i know you're on a date and i didn't want to interrupt but your brother is like... freaking out, man ! " holding the phone away from his cheek, he creates some muffled sounds that could pass as someone else shouting in anger, allowing panic to slip into his tone. " can i come pick you up ? he won't listen to me ! "

[ imessage : buckaroo ] definitely code red

[ imessage : buckaroo ] he is wearing birkenstocks to a four star restaurant

[ imessage : buckaroo ] socks apparently made it appropriate...

[ imessage : buckaroo ] break the speed limit of you have to... just please save me!

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( sms : mystery girl ) 🎉🎉🎉

( sms : mystery girl ) thats great news !

( sms : mystery girl ) make sure you actually rest, yeah ?

( sms : mystery girl ) is that a pun ? like a really bad one ?

( sms : mystery girl ) jk. no other hot people. did save a dog just now tho

( sms : mystery girl ) hey, quick q

( sms : mystery girl ) you ever gonna tell me your name ?

( sms -> hot firefighter 😈 ) oh , sorry ! ( sms -> hot firefighter 😈 ) i'm fine , though. no long term damage. ( sms -> hot firefighter 😈 ) except to my dignity. ( sms -> hot firefighter 😈 ) just have to "rest" 🙄 ( sms -> hot firefighter 😈 ) how are you ? saved any more hot people lately ? ?