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A life this long, do you understand what it is? It’s a battlefield. And it’s empty… Because everyone else has fallen… DOCTOR WHO — Twice Upon A Time (2017 Christmas Special) directed by Rachel Talalay | written by Steven Moffat ››› Peter Capaldi as The Doctor

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the people's princess

Taylor Dearden as Dr. Melissa King in THE PITT (2025-)

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me doing the (1) thing i have for mel then dipping. likely story

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MEDICAL THEMED PROMPTS ( pt. 1 )

THE PHYSICIAN / NURSE

❝ i know this hurts but i need you to breathe, we're almost done. ❞

❝ can you open your eyes for me? ❞

❝ how long have you been experiencing those symptoms? ❞

❝ i can't help you unless you tell me the truth. ❞

❝ i know you wanna get discharged and go home, but we have to keep you for observation just a little longer. ❞

❝ i know you're scared, but you're in the right place. we're gonna do everything we can to make you better. ❞

❝ next time, call your general practioner or come see us sooner. google is not a reliable source. ❞

❝ just a few more stitches and we're done. ❞

❝ does it hurt when i touch here? ❞

❝ we're gonna get you fixed up, i promise. ❞

❝ i'd appreciate it if you could sit still and let me work, please. ❞

❝ sorry, could you repeat that last part for me? ❞

❝ is there anybody we can call for you? ❞

❝ it'll be a long road to recovery, do you have anyone at home to help? ❞

❝ it's a sprain. we'll get you a brace. ❞

❝ it does look like it's fractured, we're gonna get some imaging, okay? ❞

❝ you wanna see your x-rays? ❞

❝ bad news is its broken. good news, it's a clean break. with proper care and some physical therapy to follow up, it should heal well. ❞

❝ so you are going to need surgery. ❞

❝ don't worry, it's noninvasive and outpatient. ❞

❝ it is an invasive surgery, but we have some of the finest surgeons on the case. ❞

❝ we're a teaching hospital, is it okay if i let some student doctors observe? ❞

❝ i'm actually new. this is my first day. ❞

❝ i've never done this procedure before—well, except on cadavers. ❞

❝ that was unprofessional, i apologize. ❞

❝ tell me what's going on today? ❞

❝ you wanna tell me how you managed to get a gunshot wound like this? ❞

❝ that is a nasty laceration, what happened? ❞

❝ you know your blood type? ❞

❝ i know you haven't had the best of luck before, but i'm a new face. fresh ears. i am listening, i promise. ❞

❝ i'm sorry you've had a bad experience. i promise i believe you. ❞

❝ any pre-existing conditions we should know about? ❞

❝ how many fingers am i holding up? ❞

❝ we're gonna need to draw some blood. ❞

❝ you're right. i should've listened. ❞

❝ you need to listen to what i'm saying. ❞

❝ i know it sounds really scary, but we see it all the time. ❞

❝ it's manageable and you'll be able to live with it. but you have to follow the treatment plan. ❞

❝ if you keep moving like that it's gonna hurt more. please sit still. ❞

THE PATIENT

❝ honestly it doesn't hurt that much. ❞

❝ uhhh...that's not? normal, right...? ❞

❝ i'm sorry you said i'm gonna have to do what? ❞

❝ sorry, uh. could you repeat that? i'm nervous i wasn't really listening. ❞

❝ i hope it's not cancer. ❞

❝ well doctors do make the worst patients, what can i say. ❞

❝ could you just hold my hand for a second? ❞

❝ there's no one. it's just me. ❞

❝ shit—yeah, that hurts. that really hurts. ❞

❝ can i get outta here any time soon? ❞

❝ you look kinda young to be a doctor. ❞

❝ i thought i was fine but it just kept getting worse. ❞

❝ could i get something for the pain? ❞

❝ no—no drugs. please. ❞

❝ you're telling me it's 'just stress'? what's that supposed to even mean? ❞

❝ no one ever believes me. they think i'm exaggerating. i'm not making this up! ❞

❝ i just feel like i can't breathe. ❞

❝ that's a lot of blood... ❞

❝ how long is that supposed to take? ❞

❝ i'm scared of needles. ❞

❝ am i gonna be okay? ❞

❝ i-i'm so stupid. i should've been more careful. ❞

❝ do i really have to wear those gowns...? ❞

❝ what? what does that mean? ❞

❝ could you explain that again? ❞

❝ i'm having another episode. ❞

❝ i feel like i might pass out... ❞

❝ kinda wish i didn't have to be discharged. feels safer here than out there. ❞

❝ well aren't you doctor cutie? ❞

❝ have you ever done this before? ❞

❝ my veins are kinda tricky, try my left arm. ❞

❝ thank you. i mean it. ❞

❝ sorry i'm not trying to take it out on you i'm just really stressed. ❞

❝ i kinda hate hospitals. ❞

❝ don't come near me. ❞

❝ don't touch me! ❞

❝ that wasn't so bad. ❞

❝ there's air bubbles in my iv. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be difficult, it's just my condition is kinda particular and only my gp knows the details. i have this folder here that explains everything. ❞

❝ don't look at me like that. i know my own body. ❞

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between the eyebrows.... her sister taught her that trick. when eye contact is overbearing she puts her gaze in the middle of the forehead and no one notices the difference. there isn't, however, a way to make someone else stop looking too intensely. she pretends not to notice. she pretends not to notice a lot of things about a lot of people. too many patterns, too many behaviors, too much information to store and most of it has no relevance here. the patients are the focus. they're the data she has to absorb and process. the rest...it's background noise.

dr. langdon is not easily put in the background.

her eyes dart between a closed curtain and the man in front of her. ❝ oh, yeah um— ❞ she holds her arms and hands close to her chest, wrist bending so she can point past his shoulder. ❝ this way. trauma two. ❞ she unfurls her arms and instead tucks her hands into the pockets of her jacket as she steps past him to the lead the way. her shoulder lightly brushes his. it's not harsh and she doesn't think it requires an apology. he's done the same to her a few times, knowingly or not. it's another one of those little patterns she has stored away and pretended not to notice. when they reach the room she pushes the door open, keeping it ajar with her back so he can go inside first.

♱  ‧  ₊  ˚  ⋅  STARTER  CALL  :  ‣  @faerys  ⅋  frank

𝖍𝖊  𝐤𝖓𝖊𝖜  𝖍𝖊’𝖉  𝖇𝖊𝖊𝖓  caught  staring.  but  backing  down?  that  wasn’t  in  langdon’s  nature.  mel  was  halfway  through  her  rundown  of  a  case  she  needed  his  help  with  —  her  words  clipped,  eyes  scanning  the  room  like  they  were  chasing  ghosts.  langdon  had  seen  a  million  cases,  heard  twice  as  many  recited  at  him.  but  none  like  this.

it  wasn’t  that  mel  said  anything  particularly  remarkable.  that  was  exactly  it  —  she  didn’t  need  to.  somehow,  in  her  steady  urgency  and  quiet  fire,  she  reached  something  softer  in  him,  a  part  he  was  certain  had  long  been  ground  to  dust.  so,  he  kept  staring.  didn’t  even  notice  it  was  his  turn  to  speak  until  her  eyes  landed  on  him.  langdon  nodded,  still  not  blinking.  ❝  okay,  yeah.  what  room?  ❞

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oh yeah it's all coming together

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Richard Madden as Ashley Greenwick in SIRENS 

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no but something i LOVE and so relate to about mel is empathy. so many autists in media are portrayed on the other end of the spectrum but a LOT of afab autistics deal with feeling too much, hyper empathy and hyper vigilance ( whether due to how we're socialized or from trauma ). we see her her noticing things others don't, even see her with langdon cringing when he's missing social cues and not having the right bedside manner. like she just!!!

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Everyone calls me Mel. I'm so happy to be here.

Taylor Dearden as DR. MELISSA KING THE PITT (2025—)

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devoted, yearning & obsessive

❝ you occupy my thoughts. day and night, even in dreams you're there. i want you to never stop haunting me. ❞

❝ i am eternally yours. until the stars go out. and maybe, even after that. ❞

❝ my heart bleeds the color of your soul. i would cut it out and put it in your palms if i could. ❞

❝ it's like you have knit yourself around my ribs. i could no more cut you out than i could remove my own lungs. ❞

❝ you are woven into my soul and i dare not cut a single thread. ❞

❝ i am yours, body and soul, to do with as you wish. ❞

❝ i don't require you to love me back, or to care for me as i do you. only let me be here, let me devote myself to you. that would be enough. ❞

❝ i want to trap your smile in a bottle and take it out when no one else can see. ❞

❝ you belong to me and i to you. ❞

❝ do not look away from me. i cannot bear it when i do not occupy your vision. ❞

❝ i will follow you. to the ends of the earth, to the very gates of hades and whatever might lay beyond. ❞

❝ i will always be here. no matter how far you go you can always come home to me. ❞

❝ tell me all the places you have been hurt, every rejection, every scar. let me love you in all the places where you have burned. ❞

❝ i will not ever let you go. ❞

❝ you cannot escape this. you cannot run away from the love we share. ❞

❝ what we have is deeper than words could capture. ❞

❝ i will be anything you desire. i pluck out the parts of me you find distasteful and stuff your love in the craters left behind. ❞

❝ tell me what you wish of me and i will do it. ❞

❝ i could spend all day merely watching the air in your lung. i would count every blink. i would cherish every sigh from your lips. i could watch you merely exist for the rest of my life. ❞

❝ don't let go of me. i think if you lost me i would die. ❞

❝ i will cut out the tongues of every man who has wronged you. ❞

❝ i wish i could crawl inside you and make a home out of the hollows of your bones. ❞

ACTIONS:

WATCH: for sender to watch receiver sleep.

WATCHED: for sender to wake up and find receiver watching over them.

DISCOVER: for sender to find a journal full of sketches receiver made of them and sender finds them looking at it.

DISCOVERED: for receiver to find a journal full of sketches receiver made of them.

FOLLOW: for sender to stalk receiver, claiming they're doing it to protect them.

FOLLOWED: for receiver to stalk sender and claim they're protecting them.

GOING: for sender to take receiver to a secluded cabin for a romantic getaway.

GONE: for receiver to take sender to a secluded cabin for a romantic getaway.

SACRIFICE: for sender to kill someone who wronged receiver as a grand gesture.

SACRIFICED: for receiver to kill someone who wrong sender as a grand gesture.

CAUGHT: for sender to catch receiver staring at them.

CATCHING: for receiver to catch sender staring at them.

REVEAL: for sender to slowly undress themselves while receiver watches, but doesn't touch.

REVEALED: for receiver to slowly undress themselves while sender watches, but doesn't touch.

BATHE: for sender to bathe receiver, meticulously and tenderly as if serving them.

BATHED: for receiver to bathe sender, meticulously and tenderly as if serving them.

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Sam Reid: I ate so many of those photos. They were made of rice paper, so they stuck to the roof of my mouth. There were a few where I just shoved the whole photo into my mouth, but that didn’t work, so I had to eat it. It was like eating a sweet cake. They were stuck to the roof of my mouth and I couldn’t keep talking.

They’re saying mean things about Louis’ photos, so he’s going, “Fuck you! You took a beautiful photograph. Don’t listen to that guy. I’ll eat it.”

Jacob Anderson: I loved it so much.

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❝ have i been gone so long i must request an audience when i wish to see my queen? ❞ his voice rumbles into the space between them. despite the dry nature of his tone there is only affection in the words, humor hidden beneath the surface. if anyone could recognize it, it would be her. there are times when he swears aurelia is the only one who truly sees beyond the weight of his crown. ontari did, once. not so much towards the end. the remembrance causes him to clench his jaw and push it aside. tuck the grief away deep before it can distract him from who and what is still right before him.

roan gently but firmly guides her away from the watchful eyes in the dining hall. a hand remains on her lower back and his lips quirk ever so slightly, a forbidden smile struggling to break free. the somber nature of his demeanor only dissipates when he gets her tucked away in the empty war room. maps are scattered about, empty chairs catching rare sunlight from open windows. his shoulders lower, relaxing a little now when it is only her gaze upon him. his hand comes to her chin, calloused thumb brushing over her bottom lip. he doesn't say it, but it's in the touch. i missed you.

until recently, none of this had seemed possible. afton was currently in the castle, watched by one of their most trusted guards. and she is standing in a dress made by one of the best seamstress here. that, had always been possible. that had been her life. ( even if there had been that wish to go back to ouskejon after roan was banished. he had always been her home, not this place. ) but she knew nia would never let her take her daughter out of azgeda. so she had stayed, even if the hope of having her husband back home, it slowly died, more and more for each summer that passed. but now . . . now he is in this room with her, and she can practically feel his eyes on her sometimes. like she has developed a sixth sense, only for him.

see the man from sangeda straighten a little, shoulders square and spine stiff before there's a small bow of his head and he wanders of. and she doesn't really have to turn to look, before feeling him come up behind her. as if her body act, before she can think, in how she leans into his touch when hand go to her hip. gaze follow the man from sangeda, small smile tugging at the corner of lips. " what are you doing ? " voice hushed perhaps, but she can't hide the amusement that lingers as head turn to look up at him, single brow raise.

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he doesn't require proof but he certainly delights in it. a swell of pride fans within him as she so happily strokes his ego. ❝ mm, and more than just the hits, i see, ❞ he comments with an immense amount of pleasure and approval. he does not write his songs for adoring fans—well, who is he kidding, he does. a little bit—he has had a purpose, an intent. yet all the same he is gratified by those who show a real interest in his art. there are those who just grab on to the latest trend.

the response amuses lestat. he smiles. it's a preternatural, half-sadistic sort of smirk. some people stutter over their words when he says such things. or they turn it into innuendo which he does quite enjoy most of the time. but ellie's is conversational in a way which is so mundane it leans to the side of absurdism. ❝ a little gamey, ❞ he returns. ❝ tendons in my teeth. ❞

ellie found herself wondering if lestat's persona was something that he ever brought down, or if the stunt worked better if he was never caught with the proverbial fangs on the dresser. it didn't matter all that much (but oh, how that wasn't true: even, or perhaps especially after being thrust into the limelight and surrounded by people playing roles, to dupe others or sometimes themselves, elinor had found herself more desperate to know the real version of them than ever before). 

"oh, yes!" she's earnest, pulling out her phone to show him her on repeat playlist, chock full of his tracks, as if it wasn't enough to just tell him. perhaps a desperation for him to know that she wasn't trying to get something from him, just to show genuine appreciation. his gaze felt heavy and ellie found herself unsure if it was scrutinizing or appreciative, so her own eyes flicked down before steeling herself to meet his. "well," she'd started to say something else, but changed her mind, deciding to humour the bit. "... how did they taste?" 

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oh hi 🧍‍♂️

heeeey bestiiie / @benbraeden

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#me too bestie

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like for memes!