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The Whispering Healer: Recognizing the Gift Within
Unearthing the subtle signs of a healer’s calling in the rhythm of everyday life. In the tapestry of life, there are those among us who possess an innate ability, a gentle strength, which draws them to the art of healing. These individuals are often unrecognized, their gifts cloaked in the ordinariness of daily existence. Yet, within them burns a quiet flame—a desire to mend, to soothe, to…
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❝ hey ! don’t get mad at me - i haven’t had any LUNCH today. ❞
#screaming into the void‚ only for an echo. ⌜ asks ⌟#healerhearted#(( he yoinked a bite of devon's lunch ))
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A Healer’s Heart (part 4)
John's cheek still burn from his mom's slap but his heart burn even more at his mother's words. 'Their fault.' He knew who 'they' were that his mother was talking about. He stumble into Pearl lane before regaining his footing and running into the Quicksand. He ran into several people as he ran, not even stopping to apologizes to who he might have run into. He slam his way out of the door, hop the railing, and almost landed on a Lalafell. He flee out the gates, heading for the one place that he had felt like he use to be before Tanya's death. He caught himself on the Grindstone, letting his head drop against it, and began to take in large gulps of air. As much as he should reach up and heal the red mark on his cheek, he didn't because he understood now that his mother wouldn't understand. He needed to heal and he couldn't...wouldn't let anyone put a restriction on it...not even his own well being. And neither of his parents would understand like Tanya did about the other aspect of his sense aether. He turn abit so that he could lean against the rock before sliding down to the ground. His eyes watch the foot traffic move across the bridge for a while before he fish out Tanya's chocker. He stare at the crack Sunstone, "I wish you were here, Tanya," he said. But Tanya was dead and wouldn't come back. The Grindstone was a blessing for him because he found people that reminded him of her. Warren and Sei for their fierceness, Cliodhna and her taking no crap, Brianna and her grace when she fought, and Berrod quiet stillness. Should he go to Warren and Sei about this....no, they might agree with his mother and he couldn't lose the right to attend the Grindstone. His big sister...no, she and Sir Erik were busy planning their wedding and he didn't even let his mind think about that Cliodhna might not see him as a brother anyway. Sir Erik might not like him bothering them such a small problem. He cring at going to Brianna, since the highlander didn't seem to like him every time he tried to heal her. Berrod had offer to be of help to him but he didn't know were to start looking for the highlander. He knew that he shouldn't be worried even when Clio had mention that she had been worried about Berrod not showing up at the Grindstone. Yet, the aether around his hand twitch and his gut twisted. Maybe he should go and look for the other...if only to have to have the highlander complain that John worried too much. He buried his face in his knees, trying to think on where to start looking for the other.
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Oh no.
This wasn´t GOOD. This was ANYTHING but good, really. Addison hadn´t even paid attention to her period being late. Usually it was on time, but being an OB/GYN she knew there could be a slight delay. But the delay of a WEEK? Absolutely not. She had briefly thought about menopause being a thing but NO, it was still a year too early for that, and only if she was going into early menopause. And she had no symptoms.
So there was only one reason her period could be late and Addison didn´t LIKE that reason at all. She had thought about paging Amelia, but there was no one that knew she had slept with Mark other than Meredith, and she couldn´t page Meredith.
God WHAT were they going to do if she was pregnant?
Addison pinched the bridge of her nose as she paged Mark to meet her in one of the empty rooms up on neonatal. Of course he could definitely be reading this wrong, considering he didn´t know she was sleeping with someone else, but Addison wasn´t even thinking about THAT.
She was pacing around the room, waiting for him to arrive.
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“ no, i get that. ” he shakes his head, gaze still fixed on the floor. “ it’s not . . . it’s not about how long you wanted something. it’s about how much you wanted it. at least, that’s what i think. i dunno. ” he lifts his shoulders in a small shrug.
he’s been thinking about this kind of stuff A LOT lately. he hadn’t realized it until recently, but he wants MORE than what he’s let himself have. he’s spent so long trying not to be alone, trying not to get attached. he has issues, & he’s known it for a long time, but he never let himself do anything about them. he preferred his methods of self-medication so much that he couldn’t see just how unhappy he would be in the end. & now, he’s faced with that &he doesn’t know what to do.
but he wonders what’s on addison’s mind. what could be causing her little crisis? lifting his gaze to her, he exhales softly & asks, “ what’s goin’ on, addie? ”
her gaze fixates on the newborn sofia robbins sloan-torres who lays in the NICU, fighting for her life after the series of tumultuous surgeries. callie is a mother. strange how some things have changed since she left. perhaps there is a lingering feeling of melancholy that draws upon her visage -- her expression waxes & wanes between the boundaries of melancholia & tenderness. how ironic it is for baby doctor to be barren as she watches the child of one of her best friends lie there, intubated & uncertain if she will ever lead a life beyond this.
perhaps, this is exactly what it needs for her to contemplate, to remember the child she COULD’VE had with him. addison remembers it as if it happened yesterday. the way how he smiled so brightly at her, the way how he was so triumphant when he brought her the ridiculous yankees’ onesie. yet here they stand, stranger than STRANGERS, as if the history between them is wiped clean -- as if, the opportunity never existed. maybe a part of her still loves him & maybe a part of her still wonders about the future she could’ve had with him -- her one shot at having a biological child. yet, here he stands with everything he’s ever wanted.
so why can’t she be HAPPY for him? why can’t she be happy for... them? Her two BEST FRIENDS in the world.
when he speaks, she snaps out of her trance & only looks at him with a tightlipped smile. her head shakes as if everything that remains here is too surreal to be real.
“ calie’s getting married. can you believe that? and... you have a child now, ” addison utters. her head cants, her cerulean gaze quivers in his presence. “ sometimes i think about the child WE could’ve had... and, i remember that was the last chance for me to be... pregnant. ”
#healerhearted#healerhearted: mark sloan#healerhearted: mark sloan 001.#* 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓 : inchara#* 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 : private practice#ok i rambled on bc she was feeling a lot so don't feel like u gotta match unless you wanna!!
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ZARA
JOE’S HAD BECOME A HOME AWAY FROM HOME FOR DELUCA. especially since the sting of loneliness had becoming a constant skulking shadow in his life. at least joe occasionally acknowledged his existence. he looked down at his phone fingertips grazing over his sister’s contact name. he hadn’t talked to carina in years. almost stubbornly, he stuffed the phone back in his pocket. he was determined not to be alone tonight. rising from his spot at the bar he noticed a pretty brunette sitting a few feet away. he’d seen her around the hospital but couldn’t quite place her. “ can I buy you a drink? “ he asked with his best attempt to muster a charismatic smile.
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ive got a little bit of a busy week ahead of me so while you miiiight see a reply or two, i don’t anticipate having a lot of time until this weekend / next week. and im turning t-t-t-wentynine on wednesday. im almost at the point where julian had his little crisis with the tennis balls :^) little baby odo was 29 in like, season 6 HAHA. oh god im not ready to fight the dominion
IN THE MEANTIME check out my friend Cara @boundlesswrath @seengalaxies @healerhearted who is making a return to tumbles after achieving her doctorate. she’s a mad ear genius and a hella writer and we are all gonna have a GREAT TIME.
week after next im getting my second jab and eros and i are crunching on the fic so we’ll see how that goes too!
#⌀ UNKNOWN SAMPLE. [ ooc. ]#AFTER THAT after all that i should really have more time - so thanks for the patience everybody <3
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[text] pls help….what dress should i wear? ( zara on healerhearted )
give herheroics a memememe status : always ACCEPTING
[ text ; my ortho queen ] : well zee, ultimately it depends on the occasion. [ text ; my ortho queen ] : like is it a date, is it a booty call or is it just one of those regular dates.[ text ; my ortho queen ] : like where you want to look good but not overly good.[ text ; my ortho queen ] : because if that were the case it’d be telling you three different answers.
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@healerhearted plotted starter for mark sloan
elena’s first few days had been going well at seattle grace. so far everybody she met had been nice enough to show her around if she got lost, which had happened a few times. the brunette had just gotten out of surgery and her patient was stable when she got a page for dr.sloan to the emergency room. she rushed back down to the pit to see what was going on. ❝ i’m dr.sloan. what do we have? ❞ she asked walking up to the nurses station.
#( gv. if & then ) / * how far i’ll go#( this is a throwback for everybody who is reading it so when elena first arrived 2 years ago )#which sloan did they mean to page? THE WORLD WILL FIND OUT lol
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this is a roleplay blog for KHAN ( noonien singh ) of the star trek universe written by cara & first established in 2018. please read my rules before interacting. this blog is plot-driven, so please feel free to reach out about plotting! also, my other blogs are seengalaxies ( low activity ) & healerhearted ( inactive ).
quick interaction links: memes tag | starter calls | plotting calls | open starters
ACTIVITY STATUS: medium to low — i am taking four intensive pre-med classes this summer & trying to do some part-time work from home, but i’ll be on when i have the time & motivation.
pinned last updated: june 8, 2022
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❝ do something ? ❞
❝ mina, i know for a fact that there are others more qualified to clean up a patient’s, uh...ACCIDENT than i am. ❞
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A Healer’s Heart (part 35)
John rush out of weapon practice, making his way for the Goldsmith guild. He shook damp hair out of his eyes as he threw open the door, and rush to the front desk. "Please, I need to have these made," he said to the person at the desk, showing the drawing to him. "Gils no object. How soon can you have there designs done?" The drawing was taken from his hands, as the hyur look over it. "Hm, it depends on when you require it and what gems and metal you want used in it." Looking over it again, "What gems do you wish in them?" John pointed at the one design. "Blue for this one..." then his ears fell. "I...I am unsure which color to do for the other. I never thought to ask what color to might be his favorite." "I can hold on to the design until you have a chance to speak with the other person to find out what color gem to use." "Then I'll have to be careful of the wait that I ask him. This is to be a surprise gift for my Howl and it would not be much of a surprise if he realize what I'm planning." He place a small sack of gil on the counter. "A down payment to get the work started and I'll have the rest to cover for the finally detail work." "Of course, Sir. I'll have one of our best Goldsmith's get started on the work." John smile brightly then quickly made his way out of the Goldsmith guild. Now, he needed to see about the chocolates for the others. "Lemon creme...no, perhaps orange and a vanilla cream..."
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i don’t have a promo for it yet BUT,,,, i have new multi blog of doctors which is a sideblog over on healerhearted
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Perfect timing for a pained heart!! Well, I guess not that bad. #healerheart #friendstime #skypetime #sharetime
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2 New people have stepped into your territory--
Heights had become something of a distant memory, as far as the red headed female feels. Her gaze is fairly hollow as she stares before her, the plummet a good few stories high, enough to make anyone else queasy. She, however? Welcomes it, almost embraces it.
That is, before footsteps approach the flat ceiling of the office rooftop, and she turns, eyes wild in fear. Instantly, the hidden blade is out, pressed against the throat of the approachee, eyes boring holes into theirs with a glare both ferocious and determined.
"Name, and business. Before I slice the jugular."
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what color is your love language ?
canary
key words: friendship, happiness, light. a canary's love is freeing, and brings the recipient true and pure happiness. everyone you love is your best friend in one way or another, whether it's your fiancess, your little sister, your mother, or your favourite english teacher. you're most likely to buy small gifts for the people you love, such as their favourite snack or little trinkets, to show that you were thinking about them. yours is the love of holding hands, singing in the shower, spring time and wide smiles. best matched with: fern, lavender, cerulean
tagged by : @sadnessruns tagging : @likeprotege @justicescreaming @healerhearted + you, just steal it
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