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(from my current wip:)
When they were out of hearing range from the Greenwoods, it became apparent that Spencer’s priority was to find some way to link the incident back to David Carter with as much energy as Frankie trying to piece the evidence together.
“Why didn’t you just call me?”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was supposed to call you in the event this happened,” Frankie said. He wasn’t actually sorry. “That said, even if I called you first, you’re going to need to catch the actual suspect, or is that not the case?”
“So, you’re saying Carter didn’t do this? For what we know, it could be an awful joke.”
“A joke. So, you’re still hung up on nabbing Carter?” Frankie reached into his suitcase and handed a piece of paper to Spencer. “This is the blood typing report. Carter is Type A. The actual perpetrator is Type O, and is a secretor. Do you still think that Carter did this?”
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一波三折

lyrics from Yuki Hayashi - Sleeping Beauty [2020mix]

Three times Fanshun Zhang broke down and built himself back up again.
Three times Eleanor Oishi had to say goodbye.
Three times that taught Robert Rosenthal what waiting meant.
Fanshun passed the California Bar at age 19; his pursuit of justice leads him from the humble beginnings of the San Francisco District Attorney’s Office to the Tokyo War Crimes Tribunal as Chief US Prosecutor. Meanwhile, an undergraduate mathematics student at Brooklyn College, Eleanor becomes embroiled in a microfilm espionage incident that pulls her into the hidden underside of global conflicts. These individuals overcome countless challenges and in the process of serving for their country, discover that what they fought for has eventually come to fruition.
If you’re interested in this story, click here! (THIS WORK IS ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN)

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↪︎ caramel (they/them), 18-20, enfj-t, type A+
↪︎ study, writing, photography, cooking, science
writing platforms: [ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN] [WATTPAD]
MASTERLIST (coming soon)
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@etotheoneeyeowl
Here is lababushka
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reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them
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> sees complaints that a female character looks "too masculine" or "like an ugly lesbian"
> ask if we got an actual butch character or if shes just a normal looking woman that isnt wearing make up and a dress
> person is visibly confused, i start explaining the difference between actual butch presentation and dress and a woman simply dressing comfortably to avoid indecent exposure
> person laughs and says "she straight up looks like a guy, i can barely tell her apart from the actual men"
> google the character
> shes just a normal looking woman that isnt wearing make up and a dress
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the chlorhexidine brush.
This is an excerpt to my own fanfic. If you liked this, please visit https://archiveofourown.org/works/57096697/chapters/157252588
Oliver Hart was in the pre-operating area, washing his arms with a chlorhexidine scrub brush. The orange and brown bubbles foamed on his skin. He didn't know if he was supposed to be glad, because he wasn't. Despite the fact that he hadn't been in an operating room for over three years, he didn't feel elation, a sense of fulfillment, nor was he anxious. None of this was soothing; just going through the motions like it was second nature.
Even if someone were to look at his face then, most of it was covered by the plastic visor and safety glasses; they were two things that he normally didn't have to put on in routine surgeries.
Underneath the mask, however, was his face, growing red and angry. He didn't have the energy to deal with the absolute bull between the West and East Towers of Gaffney-Chicago Medical Center. He didn't have the energy to try to talk to Jeff Clarke to see if they could be friends again. He was done with behavior that belonged in an elementary school rather than a hospital - no more 'you're not my friend anymore' and then 'we've always been friends' the next.
#excerpts#fanfic#chicago med#jeff clarke#original character#love#acceptance#lgbtqia#friendship#forgotten love#hurtcomfort#angst#jeff clarke x male oc
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[REPORT] The direction of my blog
For those who've paid attention to my blog over the past two years, thank you very much.
There has been a change of directions, and I'm no longer interested in exclusive posting study content, although my interests may change and I might end up updating more. Hence, I'm not sure if creating a sideblog for writing would be an effective use of this primary blog.
In the coming days, I will update a renewed introductory pinned post for this blog.
Sincerely,
caramel from i-wanna-see-the-milky-way
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what if you were a MED STUDENT and it was you FIRST SHIFT in emergency medicine and then you spilled MYLANTA on yourself and you had to CHANGE YOUR SCRUBS and then a patient BLED all over you and you had to CHANGE YOUR SCRUBS and RIGHT AFTER THAT a boy BARFED BLOOD all over you and you had to CHANGE YOUR SCRUBS and then a some guy PEED on you and you had to CHANGE YOUR SCRUBS and you looked like a BABY OWL
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(JLPT update) before I disappear for three days…
I’ll be going on Camp for the next few days, and I just want to let you know that I managed to pass N1.
It seemed so insurmountable when I just started studying Japanese, but six years later, I can proudly say that I’m proficient :)
So, if you have set your mind on a goal this year, then you should do it!!
(But not like me who abandoned their Year/Grade 11 work for like three months just to study Japanese 💀)
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Darkroom supplies

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I took the JLPT N1 last Sunday
- Tiring
- Slightly hot and then it got rainy
- No pencil cases allowed
- No water bottles allowed
- No watches of any type
- AHHH 😭 The vocabulary section will kill my score
#australia#student#languages#japanese language#japanese#jlpt n1#jlpt#Japanese-Language Proficiency Test
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Cleaning my room (1/??)





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