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martinhendersonofficial: And it’s goodnight from Dr Riggs! Just want to say a huge thank you to all the fans and say how grateful I am for all the support and well wishes. It’s been a blast entertaining you for the last couple of years and to be a part of a show with so much love around it. You guys are awesome!! Love to all…..❤

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@julesxobyrne * starter call

            new york seems about as good as any other city in the states.  after spending so long in the middle east he’s just happy to be on land that isn’t littered with bodies and about a hundred degrees hotter than it should be in winter.  of course,  it means he’s freezing all of the time,  even as he walks from the other floor of the hospital down to the ER the coat they gave him is clung tightly,  hating the cool breeze that comes as he walks past the automatic doors that are shutting as another patient is wheeled it.  he took the chart, pen in mouth, as he walked through the curtain.  “  what seems to be the problem today? ”

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@biochemgenius * starter call

              “ you know, ”  he starts, a folding of his arms as he looks at her,  trying to keep an entirely straight face,   “   pretty sure that even a scientist as smart as yourself would know a bloody bad idea when she sees one. ”   still far better than some of the things he’s seen in the field,  he supposes.  a few steps forward are taken,  eyes glancing down to the wound.   “  unless,  of course,  that injury is on purpose in which case i will definitely eat my own words.  ”

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well grey’s is a hot fucking mess 

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@weatheredworn * starter call 

         “ you owe me a drink. ”   not any real rhyme or reason as to why she does, not stopping that smirk from tugging at his lips.  just because.  he wanted a drink,  with her.  with everything happening in the hospital it wasn’t exactly the easiest to ever break free.     “   plus,  i’m pretty sure harper avery winners are supposed to buy drinks.  put right there in the fine print.  right next to ultimate recognition and praise.  gotta make the rest of us feel better.   ”

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reblog this if i can tumblr im you, just slamming a muse or plot idea down in front of you

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things you said prompts;;

send a number and a pairing for a starter or drabble:

things you said at 1 am

things you said through your teeth

things you said too quietly

things you said over the phone

things you didn’t say at all

things you said under the stars and in the grass

things you said while we were driving 

things you said when you were crying

things you said when I was crying

things you said that made me feel like shit

things you said when you were drunk

things you said when you thought I was asleep

things you said at the kitchen table

things you said after you kissed me

things you said with too many miles between us

things you said with no space between us

things you said that I wish you hadn’t

things you said when you were scared

things you said when we were the happiest we ever were

things you said that I wasn’t meant to hear

things you said when we were on top of the world

things you said after it was over

things you said on the streetcar at 1 am

things you said with clenched fists

things you said in the back seat of a cab

things you said sitting still

things you said on the phone at 4 am

things you said but not out loud

things you said in the backyard at night

things you said on the highway

things you said while I cried in your arms

things you said I wouldn’t understand

things you said at the back of the theater

things you said in your sleep

things you said that made me feel real

things you said you’ll never forget

things you said with the tv on mute

things you said while holding my hand

things you said when we first met

things you said when you met my parents

things you said you loved about me

things you said when you asked me to marry you

things you said in our vows

things you said before you kissed me

things you said on new year’s eve

things you said when you kissed me goodnight

things you said in a hotel room

things you said on our honeymoon

things you said when we were 18

things you said when we were 70

things you said as we danced in our socks

things you said with my lips on your neck

things you said in the dark

things you always meant to say but never got the chance

things you said under your breath

things you said in the spur of the moment

things you said when no one else was around 

things you were afraid to say

things you said after we fell in love

things you said [make your own]

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me...disappearing...only to randomly return? that sounds about right. anyway, before i was like kill me i hate roleplaying (that’s v dramatic) but i want to write more now so. i’ll do these. probably tomorrow. 

hello. i am dying. like for a starter. specify if you’re a multimuse. 

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hello. i am dying. like for a starter. specify if you’re a multimuse. 

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mcmachine * april kepner

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                      “i don’t want to go home alone.”  there’s nothing sexy or seductive about the dry words passing through her lips,  slightest slur that came with the amount of tequila that she’d opted as tonight’s crutch.  april doesn’t even bother to look over at her friend,  gaze nearly unwavering from the expensive bottles of liquor sitting behind the bar.  she’s not interested in him,  really,  not tonight.  normally she’s more warm and receptive,  alcohol usually made her clingy and loose-lipped.  exceptions were everywhere today.  “take me home with you.”

            he doesn’t think he’s ever seen her drink so much in all the time he’s known her,  which was saying something.  he also doesn’t think he’s ever seen her so...down?  shut off?  lost?  not really sure what word exactly fits.  what he does know is that it’s weird and kind of alarming as he sipped at his own drink,  a lot slower.  “  is this a pick up?  ”  an easy tease as he gives a glance over at her,  smirk on his lips to mask the bits of worry that exist beneath the surface.     

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fatecrossed * timothy robbins 

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                     “ah,  c’mon,  doc.”  exasperated words escape half pained,  though the signature smile that timothy was well known for never faltered from his features.  “i guess i can’t say that an ol’ bullet never killed anyway,  but that shot was clean,  through and through.  i think you can just slap a bandaid on either side and call it a day,  what do you say?”  granted,  there’s the fact that it had gone through his chest and nothing short of sheer luck had kept it from severing an aorta or piercing one of his lungs.  there’d been a lot of blood to start with,  initially having to fight for consciousness.  but nothing major?  that was one way to make a guy feel lucky.

           not like he hadn’t heard that one before.  no,  he’d heard that way too many times and expected no less from the man with a bullet to his chest that was definitely not going to get him a band aid slap.  it did,  however,  bring some amusement and a soft smile pulling at his lips.  “ i say that you are definitely not getting out of here with just a band aid. ”  did end up giving him  sympathetic smile though.  he was pretty damn sure a bullet wound anywhere would slow him down,  but that didn’t have to mean he enjoyed it.  “  you’ll be back on your feet before you know it.  until then,  you gotta actually let someone help you out. ”

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booops on.

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∞ Grey’s Anatomy 14.05 - Danger Zone  ∞

“When we come to depend on a cycle, the thought of breaking it is scary. Even the cycles that cause us harm. But sometimes when we break the cycle, we find something better. Something unexpected. Something we never dared to dream as possible. You find freedom. We find peace.”

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ornamcntal.

   she can sense that he’s BUZZING some,    that he’s a little bit nervous. but she has,    of course, seen worse - much worse. it    was much, much intense when it came    to fitz; all he had to do was walk into    the room and people were practically    on a sugar high. needless to say,    she’s used to a bit of a DIFFERENT    energy when she walks into the room.    people are used to seeing her on a    screen, cutting into their nightly    television programs; it is to be    EXPECTED. 

      she offers a smile as he mentions       his length of time in seattle. ❛you       must be glad to be here - this is       one of the country’s FINEST       hospitals - and i’m sure they’re       more than ecastatic to have you.❜

            he    does   his   best    to   not   laugh,    to    keep             to   himself    how    complicated    it’s    been    for             him  to  be  there.   that  it  wasn’t  smooth   sailing,              but   he  made  his  bed   and  he  was  more  than             happy to  lie in it.  not a  total truth.  happy  was not             quite  the correct term,   but he  wasn’t going  to tell             the damn  PRESIDENT  his crap.  instead,   he was             more than happy to just smile,  let her think that her             words  are true,   and that  it’s good.   the job  is nice.               the  personal  crap?  well,  he  can do  without   that. 

                             ❛ nice job  in a  nice hospital,   yes.   can’t                               really  complain.  it’s not  iraq.  ❜  did  his                               best to  not sound so  fake.  it  was  nice                                being in  the states,  that much was  true.                               ❛  though,  i suspect no one has quite the                                coveted         job         as         you      do. ❜

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losthunt ;;

          “let’s agree on not naming him after some tv character,  either.  if you leave me alone with netflix for too long,  that’ll definitely happen.”  truthfully,  megan didn’t have an ideas.  she was much better at saying no to a suggestion than she was to actually picking one.  she rolled over slightly,  weight resting on her forearms but staying faced toward him.  “depends on if i came first.”  she teased with a grin.  “it absolutely is.  because it’s so damn effective.  if you didn’t make it so easy for me to win,  then i’d have to come up with something else.”

            “i think we’re going to have a lot more off limits names then possibilities.”  of course,  they only really needed one name.  didn’t matter about the rest that they rejected.  he rolled his eyes,  not quite dropping his smile.  not serious enough for that.  “i don’t know if you’e figured this out yet,  but,  the whole winning thing is just as much as me winning.  you’re pretty terrible at keeping it just to yourself.  particularly true given you’re all knocked up.  easier to let you win so we can both get off.  worked then,  works now.”