#Dr. H. A. Murphy

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Dr Murphy cosplay or something

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Dr H. A. Murphy!!

time: 4 hours..

i am dying blegh

oc belongs to my friend @concrete-eating-crow !!

sketch

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How does one befriend other SCP oc makers

[dr-harriet-amy-murphy]

"do a backflip!!"

- totally not dr. Drinkwater

"Dr. Drinkwater.. I would like to formally remind you that I am physically disabled."

[researcherampersand]

@dr-harriet-amy-murphy caught ya on your phone- get back to work!!!!

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How can I stop people from asking me to do a backflip?

Yours truly,

- Dr. M.

(OOC: she's too embarrassed to say her full name about this lmao)

You could ask them to teach you first

Cons: it will take time

Pros: you'll be taught how to do a backflip properly for free

Note: Do that in controlled environment under the supervision of DTD's instructors

It's their problem now. Have fun!

@dr-harriet-amy-murphy

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Murder She Wrote guest stars in 'A Nest of Vipers:"

Jerry Hardin returns- second of three appearances. Best known for The X-Files, was also in Cujo, Sliders, Caroline in the City, Ally McBeal, Dr Quinn Medicine Woman, Murphy Brown, ST:TNG, ST:VOY, Mad About You, Quantum Leap, Matlock, The Golden Girls, Dallas, The Twilight Zone (1980s), Ironside, Gunsmoke and After M*A*S*H. His Sam Clemmens in TNG was very fun.

Gregory Sierra returns (4th of 6 appearances) - a character actor of 130 credits including Star Trek: DS9, It Takes a Thief, The Flying Nun, The Mod Squad, Beneath the Planet of the Apes, Alias Smith & Jones, Mission: Impossible, Ironside, All in the Family, Kung Fu, Gunsmoke, Barney Miller, Sanford & Son, Lou Grant, Quincy ME, Hill Street Blues, Hart to Hart, Miami Vice, Simon & Simon, Cagney & Lacey, Growing Pains, MacGyver, Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Ray Bradbury Theatre, Golden Palace, The X-Files, Dr Quinn Medicine Woman

Dion Anderson - character actor of 70 credits. Known for The X-Files, ST:DS9, Matlock, The Golden Girls, Murphy Brown, Days of our Lives, Family Law, Sabrina the Teenage Witch, Diagnosis Murder, Will & Grace, Columbo: A Trace of Murder, Chicago Hope

11.01 Episode aired Sep 25, 1994

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Dr H. A. Murphy (@dr-harriet-amy-murphy) is kenough

Dr. Harriet Amy Murphy is Kenough!

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The Murphy & His Cool Hat Crack Ship Name Game!

Right, I know I’ll regret this (who am I kidding, but @tickldpnk8 tempted me to write down all the terrible, terrible Murphy and His Cool Hat/Dream x Helm crack ship names I already turned over in my head. But then again, I think she totally banked on the fact I’d do that.

Explanatory note: These are combinations of Dream, Morpheus, Murphy, Endless X Helm(et), Hat, Cool Hat, Cthulhu (because there was some sort of agreement the thing was possessed by Cthulhu or some other Lovecraftian creature). They’re all really terrible (some more inspired than others)—befitting of a crack ship:

Dream:

DroolHat (terrible name, true tho)

DrCoolHat (I don’t even know where to start…)

Drat (Dr. Seuss would love that one I guess)

HelDream (too close to other pairings IMHO)

Morpheus:

Morphelm

Morphelmet

Morpheat (I mean, despite pronunciation-issues, I don’t even know if the associations I’m getting here are temperature- or oral-fixation related—both fine I guess?)

Cthulheus

(W)Horpheus (works with or without the W 🤣)

Helmetheus (has a certain promethean ring to it)

Murphy (they’re all meh):

Murphat

Muhulhu

Harphy/Hurphy (gives me nightmares and indigestion somehow)

Murp(h)elmet

Helmurphy

Endless:

EndHelm

HelmEnd (almost like Bellend 🛎️, very fitting)

Endlet (awww!)

EndHat

HatEnd

EndlessHat (pronunciation is key here)

Endlesshulhu (sounds like bad reality TV)

If all the instigators and (early) adopters want to add their own, we can narrow it down and do a poll 🤣

@marlowe-zara @so-i-grudgingly-joined-this-site @roguelov @ginoeh @throwingbread (sorry if I added the wrong people and forgot the right ones, I honestly lost track at some point. Just chime in if you hear the call—the more, the merrier).

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An Illicit Affair

Part 14: The Cut

Pairing: Cillian Murphy (46) x Reader (23)

Warning: Age-Gap, Taboo Relationship, Infidelity

Pacing to where Cillian was staying, you couldn't shake off the anxiety swirling in your gut concerning his health and, when you approached the room, you knocked softly on the door.

A familiar voice greeted you with an affable, "Come in!"

Upon entering, you noticed Cillian lying on bed with a bandaged wrist and hand, looking worn and tired. His usual vibrant energy seemed drained, replaced by a tentative vulnerability. His eyes locked onto you, revealing an unsettling mix of surprise and apprehension, 

"Hi," you said quietly despite the turmoil churning within you before closing the door behind you. "What happened?" you asked Cillian hesitantly, trying to mask the genuine concern in your voice.

"It's nothing Y/N. Just a small accident," Cillian responded, wincing slightly as he shifted uncomfortably on the bed. 

"You have a deep laceration on the palm of your hand, close to the tendon. That's not nothing Cillian," you replied sternly, glancing down at the patient folder in your hands and reading through the notes meticulously. 

"It was a minor mishap, Y/N," Cillian insisted, attempting to brush off your concerns with a nonchalant gesture. 

"And how did this mishap happen?" you questioned Cillian cautiously, moving closer to examine his bandage thoroughly.

"I cut myself on a sharp piece of metal inside the car we rented for the week," Cillian explained somewhat nervously, causing you to furrow your brows skeptically.

"A sharp piece of metal?" you asked. "Inside your rental car?" you echoed, studying Cillian's expression intently. There was something about the way he spoke that struck you as peculiar, but you couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.

"Yes, the interior paneling was loose, and I must have accidentally jabbed myself when grabbing it," Cillian offered, his tone neutral, though you couldn't help but notice how his gaze flickered nervously.

"Right," you replied, scribbling something in his chart while studying him curiously.

"Do you mind if I have a look at the stitches? We will need to change the dressing again and I will also have to take some vitals, check your blood pressure and pulse," you told Cillian gently before approaching him cautiously with your expression softening.

"Alright," Cillian agreed graciously, nodding in agreement while biting his lower lip.

"Can you sit up a bit please?" you requested politely.

"Sure," Cillian obliged, gingerly propping himself up with a pillow behind his back while you put on some sterile gloves. 

You paused for a moment, observing him closely before reaching out to touch his bandaged wound delicately.

"Does it hurt?" you asked him gently, your voice laced with empathy as you inhaled the earthy scent of his afterhsave.

"A little," Cillian admitted, his breathing shallow as he clenched his jaw.

You carefully removed the sterile gauze, revealing a neat row of black stitches. Your fingertips brushed against the rough surface of his skin. 

"Dr Smith did a good job with these," you murmured, leaning in closer. As you examined the wound, your heart raced, and your palms grew clammy beneath the gloves, simply due to how close you were to Cillian.

"Last night was nice," you then murmured under your breath, causing Cillian to lift his uninjured hand and trace two of his fingers through your hair gently.

"It was," Cillian acknowledged quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "I really missed spending time with you," he admitted, pausing briefly to glance down at his bandaged hand. "I know, it's fucked up, considering I'm married and all," he said, looking up at you apologetically.  "But Danielle and I, we argue a lot," he sighed, gesturing weakly at the hospital bed. "We barely sleep in the same room anymore and," he added, shaking his head sorrowfully before abandoning his sentence.

"And what?" you asked quietly before letting go of his hand carefully, looking into his eyes attentively.

"Nothing," Cillian said softly, avoiding your gaze. "I guess I just really like being around you," he then said, his eyes darting between your face and the floor. "And maybe we can stay in touch this time," he muttered, clearing his throat awkwardly. "If you want to," he finally said somewhat shyly. 

"I hope this isn't just the Endone talking," you thought to yourself, speaking out loud and wondering whether the painkillers he was on were affecting his judgment.

You glanced at him from under your eyelashes, noticing the flecks in his deep blue eyes and feeling a tug of sympathy for the broken marriage he was trapped in. As much as you hated to admit it, his honesty and vulnerability made you feel an odd kinship with him and you wondered if he was aware of how deeply he had burrowed his way into your heart.

"I should probably change that dressing now," you then told him while sitting down on the edge of the bed and placing out some new gauzes, iodine and bandages on the small tray in front of you. "When was your last tetanus shot?" you question Cillian, trying to steer the conversation toward practical matters.

"Probably a long time ago, when I was a kid, but I have no idea," Cillian replied, his voice quivering somewhat.

"Alright, then I will order a booster," you assured him, penning down a note in his patient chart.

As you worked to replace the dressing, Cillian kept his gaze fixated on you, his intense blue eyes burning a hole through your scrubs. The silence stretches taut between you, heavy with unspoken words and lingering tension.

"You will need to have this dressing changed again in two days by your local doctor," you advised Cillian, finishing up your work while looking up at him expectantly.

"Okay, doc, I will get it fixed up again in two days," he chuckled, his voice slightly hoarse while looking at you more intently now. 

"Do you mind if I take some vitals now?" you asked Cillian, interrupting the charged silence and reaching for the stethoscope hanging around your neck. You knew he needed a distraction, a gentle reminder of the doctor-patient dynamic you were navigating.

"Sure, go ahead," Cillian acquiesced, watching as you wrapped the stethoscope ends around your ears. "The nurse already took my blood pressure twice this morning though," he advised you, causing you to chuckle. 

"Yeah, I can see that on your patient chart," you smiled, your cheeks reddening slightly. "But, I will need to listen to your heart and lungs as well, just to make sure that everything is okay," you informed Cillian, your gaze locked on his.

"Do you want me to take off my t-shirt?" Cillian asked, his voice wavering ever so slightly. "So that you can listen to my heart and lungs properly, I mean," he clarified as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down nervously, catching your attention.

"Yes please," you bit your lower lip lightly, feeling the heat rising to your cheeks before asking him whether, with his injured hand, he needed some help.

The corners of his mouth twitched into a crooked grin as he gave you a knowing glance.

"I can manage," he chuckled, pulling his t-shirt over his head with his good hand while you glanced at him intently as he revealed his lean torso to your eager gaze.

"You know, I really love your freckles," you murmured while blushing deeply, causing Cillian to chuckle.

 "I suppose they are quite distinctive, aren't they?" he mused, meeting your gaze with a knowing spark.

"They are," you replied before placing the stethoscope on his left breastbone, holding your breath as you listened to his heartbeat.

"You have a fast heartbeat," you murmured, taking measurements and recording the results diligently while Cillian swallowed hard, his pupils dilating slightly as he gazed at you.

"Yeah, because you are here," he mused playfully, his voice dropping an octave. "I am sure if Dr Smith was taking the readings, I wouldn't be all that excited," he added teasingly, causing you to burst out laughing.

"Alright then you charmer," you playfully scolded him, removing the stethoscope from his chest and moving on to listening to his lung sounds.

The sound of Cillian's steady breathing echoed in your ears, and the intimacy of the moment sent shivers down your spine. You felt an electric charge between you, almost tangible. You knew you shouldn't be feeling this way, but the chemistry between you was undeniable.

As you listened to his lungs, you couldn't help but admire the way his muscles flexed beneath his skin. There was something incredibly sexy about it, something primal and raw. You could sense the sexual tension mounting between you both, thick and palpable.

"Can you listen to my heart again?" Cillian asked, arching an eyebrow coyly. "Because it felt kind of nice when you did," Cillian smirked, causing you to roll your eyes suggestively. 

"Did it just?" you teased before giving in to his request and placing the stethoscope back on his chest with one hand while using your other hand to run your now bare fingers through his chest hair.

"Your heartrate is still a little fast but, otherwise, it sounds pretty healthy," you commented appreciatively as you moved the cold instrument over his chest, feeling the thumping heartbeat underneath it. "I do appreciate the second reading," you added, meeting his gaze boldly and seeing the lust growing in his eyes, both of your hands resting on his chest.

"I can hear your heart racing too," Cillian said huskily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he exhaled heavily. "In fact, I think it's even faster than mine," he chuckled, his eyes gleaming with mischief just as the door to Cillian's room opened somewhat unexpectedly, causing you to startle. 

"Y/N," you heard the familiar voice of Danielle say as you removed the stethoscope from your ears hurriedly, trying to compose yourself.

Danielle, dressed in an expensive casual attire, stepped into the room, her gaze sweeping over you both.

"How is my husband doing? Is he doing okay?" she asked, casting a curious glance at you and Cillian, acknowledging your interaction without the slightest hint of suspicion.

"Yes, he's recovering nicely," you managed to respond smoothly, suppressing any signs of unease while handing Cillian his t-shirt.

"He will need to stay for another hour or so to have a tetanus booster, but he can be discharged after that," 

you informed Danielle, maintaining direct eye contact to ensure your composure.

"Thank you, Y/N," Danielle replied gracefully, extending her slender hand for a brief handshake while a faint, forced smile stretched across her lips. "I'm just glad he's alright," she added, her voice strained and, when you shook her hand, you noticed something strange. 

There was a large bruise on her right wrist and a few small, uneven cuts on the underside of her arm. 

"Last night started off so well and then we ended up here," she told you while pulling away her hand and hiding her injuries from you, thinking that you hadn't yet noticed.

"And why was that, again?" you wondered out loud and, before Cillian could interject, Danielle told you that Cillian hat cut himself while cutting up some fruit.

"He is such a klutz sometimes," Danielle laughed feebly, shaking her head at the thought as her gaze drifted to you, suddenly becoming somber. "Are you alright Y/N?" she asked, seeing the puzzled look on your face while she quickly pulled her sleeve downwards.

"Yes, I am fine... and Cillian will be fine too but I, uhm..." you began to stammer almost nervously. "I will need to do some imaging on his hand before he goes. I almost forgot. So maybe you could pick him up after lunch?" you told Danielle politely who nodded at you with a sincere smile.

"Of course," she said warmly and unsuspiciously. "I will be back at around one o'clock, does that suit?" she wanted to know before thanking you for taking such good care of her husband. "You've been absolutely wonderful," she praised you, gratitude shining in her eyes.

To be continued...

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btw this was me in the process of the makeup

Dr Murphy cat ears canon

[elementally-mothed]

What is your opinion on androids and all that is mechanical?

Regards,

- Dr. H. A. Murphy

Ah, I've been thinking of those recently, mostly about how they even work... they're pretty neat aren't they? Any kind of machinery is pretty fascinating for me :) - 🌨

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Aheeirrijbhuuuuhhuaaaghhh (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ᴥ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ⁠ʋ⁠)

Yes, this is Dr. Murphy :3

Lil closeup haasusidjjn

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"Doctor I am going to lose my shit."

[scotianostra]

The Scottish actor Hamish Wilson passed away on March 26th 2020.

Probably most famous for replacing Frazer Hines for two episodes of Dr Who in the 60’s. Wilson was another one who started early, aged just 14 he started studying at the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama.

He was born James Aitken Wilson in Glasgow, in 1942. His family moved to Cambuslang when he was very young. His father, also James, was a sales rep for a paint firm; his mother Isobel (née Willock) worked in the rag trade. After they divorced Isobel married another Wilson, Robert, and Hamish and his sister Jan grew up with step-siblings Leslie, Sheila and Robbie.

He discovered his love of drama while at West Coats Primary School. Later, at the Glasgow Academy, this love drove him to do “that stupidly romantic thing of running away from school to appear on the stage”. He was soon working professionally – he understudied Jimmy Logan for a summer season at the King’s Theatre and appeared in Peter Duguid’s 1957 Glasgow Citizen’s Theatre production of Enemy of the People.

He then attended the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama and gained more professional experience during the summer holidays. He played the title role in 1959’s live ITV play, The Boy from the Gorbals, did a 1960 episode of Para Handy with Duncan Macrae, and met Walt Disney while he was working on his film adaptation of Greyfriars Bobby.

“I was trying to chat up a pretty blonde extra, with no success at all”, he once recalled, “and this gentleman with blond hair and a little moustache came over and started chatting to me. We nattered away for five minutes and then he wandered away. The girl was terribly impressed, but I spoilt it because I didn’t recognise him. I said, ‘Who was that?’ and she stopped being impressed. ‘That was Walt Disney!’, she said”.

He graduated from the RSAMD in 1963, winning the award for Most Promising Male Performance, and appeared on stage at Coventry’s Belgrade Theatre , Perth Theatre and Dundee Repertory Theatre (1970-71), where his performance in Mark But This Flea was described as “remarkable” by The Stage, the trade weekly – not least because he had stepped in 24 hours before opening night after the original actor had broken his leg.

On television he appeared in The Wednesday Play, The Vital Spark , This Man Craig (three different roles, 1966), Softly, Softly and The Revenue Men (three different roles.

In 1968 Doctor Who regular Frazer Hines, who played Patrick Troughton’s Jacobite companion Jamie, fell ill with chickenpox while making the adventure The Mind Robber. After an ingenious, hasty rewrite Jamie underwent a temporary metamorphosis and with one day’s rehearsal Wilson took over, cramming his lines overnight and recording the first of his two episodes the next day.

Further TV roles followed, including The Borderers Boy Meets Girls (1969), Adam Smith, and The View from Daniel Pike but he found that he needed to turn his attention away from acting because “ a beautiful girl smiled at me”. Intent on marriage and starting a family, he gained more secure employment as an announcer for STV.

In 1975 he went to Radio Forth as its arts and drama producer. With limited resources but boundless ambition, he broadcast original writing, late-night horror classics, and a six-month long serial about Mary Queen of Scots, told in 130 twelve-minute episodes, broadcast daily. Drama of this kind on commercial radio was largely unheard of.

In 1979 he did an adaptation of The Slab Boys for Radio Clyde, ultimately joining the station and founding Independent Local Radio’s first drama department there.

His many productions at Clyde included The Bell in the Tree a series of dramas about the history of Glasgow by Edward H Chisnall; Donald Campbell’s Till the Seas Run Dry, with Tom Fleming as Robert Burns and Mary Riggans as Jean Armour), and Nick McCarthy’s Elephant Dances with Katy Murphy).

He also encouraged new talent, instigating initiatives which gave professional breaks to aspiring comedy writers and awarded contracts and prized Equity cards to final-year drama students.

He left Clyde in 1989 and joined the BBC, where he produced a huge number of plays and series for Radio Scotland, Radio 3 and Radio 4. He really believed in radio: “It allows you to creep inside somebody’s head”, he said, “and paint pictures that are going to stay long after the programme is finished.”

In all, he won 23 awards for his radio productions – his ‘Oscars’, as he jokingly referred to them – and served a juror in the Prix Italia (where he was also the first ILR producer to be jury chairman), Prix Futura Berlin and the Prix Europa.

When he left the BBC after ten successful years he went back to the old trade, doing voiceover work and acting in episodes of Taggart,, Monarch of the Glen and Still Game .

On March 21st 2020 Tony contracted coronavirus and sadly passed away only 6 days later on March 26th aged 77. He worked for many years for the actors union Equity, the Scottish Secretary of the union said of him:

“He led a full life and touched many people. He was one of life’s enthusiasts and succeeded at most everything he turned his hand to. Time in his company was always enjoyable and often informative. Remember that mischievous grin and raise a glass to him. RIP.”

The beautiful girl who smiled at him was Diana (née Baron), a wardrobe mistress at Dundee Rep, whom he had met in 1972. They married the following year and had three daughters, Emma, Alice and Abigail, who all survive him, as do grandchildren Colin, Finley, Amelia and Gregor.

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Ohohooooooh

Lovely

I so hope you ARE honest, spill the tea

"Hello, I have been told to socialise more. Uh. Yes. That isssss...I do not know what to say."

- Dr. H. A. Murphy

Eelloooo luv! If ye dunno, tell me one interesting thing of yer day. E.g. I'm stuck with a hee elf @terencehomilion

Night's shifts are 'awesome'

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