#drcyn1c

[dsterling]

@drcyn1c

Of course it was cold outside.

It was embarassing enough that I had run out of the building because of the fire alarms, but made worse by the fact that I did not have much on aside from my boxers. The footwear I had grabbed in an emergency? Pink bunny slippers. (A gift from my younger brother. And they are shockingly cozy.)

But to be fair, I had been fast asleep and woken up by the alarm. I really didn’t want to wait around and see how much of the fire (or fire alarm) I had slept through.

People eventually file out, and I get plenty of looks. It happens. It takes a while before I say anything, to a guy I’ve seen only once or twice in the halls. “You think it’s an actual fire? Or was someone just really bored and felt like pulling an alarm?”

[drsensit1ve]

@drcyn1c invited  mel  to  walk  in  the  park  with  dixie  !!!

there  should  not  be  a  spring  in  her  step  just  to  see  a  friend  she  made  over  the  span  of  fifteen  hours,  hundreds  of  days  ago,  but  mel  can't  help  it.  shoes  eagerly  carry  feet  down  the  sidewalk,  toward  the  grassy  knolls  and  dog-walking  trails  of  frick  park  in  downtown  pittsburgh.  her  hands  are  shoved  into  her  shorts-pockets.  the  summer  sun  beats  down  on  brown  roots,  braid  swinging  behind  mel  with  each  step.  frank  became  a  big  brother  over  those  fifteen  grueling  hours,  looking  after  her,  praising  her  work.  and  it  was  nice  to  be  looked  after.  that's  uncommon  for  mel;  she's  been  standing  in  the  caregiver  shoes  so  long. 

she's  not  entirely  sure  why  frank's  been  gone  so  long,  and  that's  probably  exactly  how  langdon  and  robby  want  it,  with  the  kids,  just  that  she  worked  weeks  and  weeks  without  her  mentor  before  even  shooting  him  an  email.  it  was  lengthy:  detailing  the  procedures  she'd  done,  the  patients  she'd  seen,  the  amount  she  wished  he  was  there,  how  much  she  missed  his  tutelage,  his  companionship.

mel  misses  frank. 

❝  you're  back  !!!  ❞  the  exclamation  is  pure.  pure  joy,  pure  relief,  pure  delight.  a  hop  and  a  skip  over  to  frank,  mel  throws  her  arms  around  his  waist.  then  wonders  quickly�� if  that's  too  forward,  too  weird.  backs  off.  ❝━i  mean,  it's  really  good  to  see  you,  dr.  langdon.  you  look  good.  ❞  he's  still  a  teacher,  big  brother  to  her.  she has to withhold her eagerness.

[bykacie]

@drcyn1c ... lyric starter.

it was my idea to hang out outside of work, but i wasn't sure what to actually do when it came to frank. and from the way he's looking at me, i'm not sure he knows either. "how about the farmer's market? should we go?" it's a quick walk. of course, i would know.

[gobagx]

❝ i wouldn't find the need to tell you 'i told you so' if you weren't so allergic to admitting i'm right. ❞ (look frank just ... yeah. yeah)

a  little  shit  and  a  cranky  old  man  walk  into  an  emergency  department.  actually,  they're  standing,  side  by  side,  jack  checking  a  chart  the  senior  resident  presents.  ❝  it  just  happens  so  infrequently,  it  stuns  me  every  time,  ❞  with a fond  exasperation  and  lighthearted snark,  jack  takes  one  peek  beside  him  at  his  lanky,  handsome  ❛  nephew  ❜. 

they are so evenly matched.

❝  ━that's  all,  frankie.  ❞  jack  nods,  meets  his  gaze.  ❝  good.  you  did  good.  ❞  he's  warm.  he's  appreciative  of  frank's  work.  dr.  abbot  tries  in  each  encounter  with  dr.  langdon  to  curb  any  awkwardness;  that  fresh  awkwardness  when  someone  returns  from  work  after  a  sabbatical.  jack  gives  frank's  upper  arm  a  good  squeeze.  that's  all  the  tender  care  he  has  in  him,  but  it's oh so well  intentioned. 

[tookaheader]

"give it a moment. you'll catch up."

victoria blinked, momentarily stunned by his words. they were simple— yes, but he delivered it with a softness she hadn't witnessed the entire day. she almost forgot that beneath all the chaos, these doctors were just people. everyone's been talking about how terrifying the senior residents are, but talking to one of them now... it didn't feel that way at all. of course, give it a couple of hours and she'd probably be singing another tune. ❛ thanks. ❜ she said, a smile tugging at her lips. ❛ you've been here a long time, right? in your experience, does it get better or just… more overwhelming? ❜

pan am sentence starters, still accepting. ( @drcyn1c )

[oncalls]

for the portrayal prompt ... even though i am unfamiliar with a majority of the muses you write i still find myself reading your threads as they come across my dash. it's clear that you care a lot about your muses and you've put a ton of thought into your portrayals of them. from what i've seen, again even though i'm not super familiar, you hold true to aspects of canon while adding your own unique spin on things. you have inspired me to check out some new shows, like stuff in the chicago universe. you also have some fantastic well developed ocs, dude. so to sum it up: your portrayals are fantastic and uniquely your own!! (and you've also just been so kind, and i can't wait to write more with you in the future <3 )

CHUCK !! hello ?? this is so nice and it made my entire day when you sent it okay. even though i'm incredibly insecure about my writing and do not wish to be perceived ( jk jk read at your own risk lol ) i love that you read my threads because that's why we're here right? to write and to read and i really do love this hobby so much. PLEASE LIVEBLOG CHICAGO TO ME IF YOU WATCH and also add muses and verses thank you. i love following you and i can't wait to write with you and frank and anyone else you bring to the dash. thank you so much for your kind words !!

beep beep how's my portrayal?

[ercowboys]

@drcyn1c sent i'm not depressed. i feel great.

she leaned her elbows on the back of the couch, her couch, looking down at her brother laying in it. the tv played quietly, flashing the end credits of some show. this was a change, frank looking miserable on her couch instead of the other way around. he'd been there for her, offered her a place to stay as long as she needed and she would do the same for him. no matter what. "you were watching the same show in the same position when i left for work." he seemed depressed to her, but maybe she wasn't the best judge of that. she wasn't going to insist, but she was worried. "if i shouldn't be worried about you bein' depressed, should i be worried about you getting some kind of old man blood clot?" she walked around the edge of the couch and perched on the arm. "i'm going to the gym for a swim, d'you wanna come?"

[ssunflowerrs]

13.     to do list.

A PEAK INSIDE THEIR . . . , always accepting || @drcyn1c

liberty is nowhere organized enough to keep a to do list but she does have a list on the fridge of all the stuff her animals eat and when to feed them ! that's about all you can get out of her though cause her brain just doesn't work like that ! probably should though, girly would get a lot more done if she remembered most of it !

[drsensit1ve]

❛  you don't have to go through this alone. i'm here for you.  ❜

the  comfort  is  much  needed,  even  if  it  takes  her  by  surprise.  mel  leans  head  against  frank's  nearby shoulder,  as  they  sit  side  by  side  in  the  sterile  hallway  chilled  near  frozen  by  the  blasting  AC.  the  july  heat  is  oppressive.  but  that's  not  what's  keeping  mel  down.  it's  not  her  first  patient  lost,  but  her  first  couple.  children  orphaned. 

it's  nice  to  have  a  friend.  you  need  friends,  in  their  line  of  work.  ❝  i  just  ━  ❞  mel's  voice  is  barely  a  squeak.  brown  eyes  are  glassy  and  red  from  the  tears  shed  and  she's  sniffling  away  to  keep  breathing  steady.  ❝  within  minutes,  y'know?  ❞  shoulders  are  quaking  and  mel  can  no  longer  hold  back  the  river.  she  weeps.  tries  to  collect  herself,  to  not  look  weak  or  improper  in  front  of  her  teacher.  mel  fails. 

[bykacie]

@drcyn1c ... lyric starter.

"don't you go all silent." i'm not mad, but i can tell he's holding something back. maybe for my sake, or maybe for his, but he's doing it. again. my eyes are focused on him, pushing. "c'mon."

[gobagx]

❝ i would love to help you but i'm afraid i'm suffering from a terrible case of 'it's not my problem.' ❞ (im sorry franks like this)

surprise  almost  overwrites  his  entire  expression.  almost.  he  stares  ❬  shocking,  i  know  ❭  at  frank,  and  that  sassy  response  to  his  attending,  his  boss.  but  it's  okay.  jack  starts  laughing,  because  he's  also unc!

❝  you  ate  the  last  piece  of  pizza,  you  lil  rat  bastard.  ❞  pizza  on  the  night  shift  is  sacred.  holy.  a  blessed  sacrament.  one  brave  soul  ventures  out  into  the  dark  to  come  home  with  sustenance  for  the  crew.  and  the  last  one's  gone  before  jack  can  consume  any.  thanks  to  nephew!

[harkerspitt]

✧ @drcyn1c ﹕09.     “junk” drawer.

hospital shears ( accidentally stolen )

thermometer ( purposely stolen )

seven spare keys ( no idea what they belong to, hence junk drawer )

live + dead batteries

kitten collar ( his cat grew out of it )

high school awards + certificates

his old driver's license

broken watch ( he swore he'd get it fixed someday )

small tidbits ( i.e. tacks, change, paperclips. )

[robinav1tch]

why do you haunt your house?

to express your love. you're a kind ghost, but a lonely one. the people in your home are guests, and you don't mean to scare them off. but anything paranormal tends to scare the livings, so they all run away at some point. but it's okay. you'll stay here, caring for your house and the memory of what── or who── used to live inside. you can't move on to the afterlife because you don't want to. you have so much love to give, and you've never had enough time to say it. even now that you're a ghost, there still doesn't seem to be enough time. i hope you find someone who loves you and your house the way you deserve. i hope you're not too scared to let them.

tagged by: @drcyn1c thank you this made me go out of my gOURD

tagging: @cursedbirth, @clawsextended, @shiftchange, @drk1ng, @allevils / @textlinktrue for whomever you want, @lostpr1ncess, @devilscheck, & anyone else who wants to!

[ercowboys]

@drcyn1c sent if i hadn't met you, i'd be a totally different person. ( .... post rehab for santos perhaps..... )

of course trinity was surprised when langdon called her, not texted, called and and asked her if she was willing to meet up for coffee. she almost hadn't picked up, and then almost didn't say yes, but she had. she wasn't sure how she felt about him, or what she wanted to happen to him in regards to his job. she used to want him fired.

now she wasn't so sure, sitting across from him he seemed different. she wasn't sure whether better was the right word, but he was different. she sipped her coffee, and then set it down on the table between them, her forearms resting on the edge of the table. she wasn't sure what to make of this, it felt like the beginnings of an apology. what she finally settled on saying, a hesitant "yeah?" it wasn't much of a response and as ambivalent as trinity felt about the frank langdon sitting in front of her, she still felt like she should say more. "is that what this is about?"

[ssunflowerrs]

09.     “junk” drawer.

A PEAK INSIDE THEIR . . . , always accepting || @drcyn1c

the thing is ,,,, every drawer is a "junk" drawer for liberty. she would never call it that because it's NOT junk to her but if you were to look into every drawer in her home it would be about the same.

but, in one drawer you can find . . . a few used chapsticks all different kinds and there's various amounts in each. so many hair ties and scrunchies. those are just everywhere. all the time. she has a flower identification book. a fork randomly thrown in there. all different kinds of batteries, no two being a match. a dog leash for one of her many dogs. an old phone she refuses to get rid of but it doesn't work. candy !!! she has candy just planted everywhere too. gift cards she keeps handy just in case she needs to give one to someone for some reason. pens. some paper that's probably written on. a screw driver. stickers !!!! little happy meal toys she sometimes gets or a lil toy from the store. stickers on those too.

[empitthy]

why do you haunt your house?

to  tell  your  story.  you're  a  desperate  ghost.  the  people  in  your  home  can't  seem  to  hear  you,  but  you  need  them  to.  so  you  grow  louder,  bolder,  and  more  obvious.  but  if  they  do  notice,  they  don't  listen.  instead,  they  leave.  you  can't  move  on  to  the  afterlife  until  someone  tells  your  story.  you  just  don't  want  to  be  forgotten.  when  you  were  alive,  you  were  always  running  around,  working,  trying  to  earn  everything──  even  if  it  was  offered  freely.  as  a  ghost,  you  only  turn  it  up  a  notch.  you  can't  let  your  hard  work  go  to  waste.  if  you're  forgotten,  it's  like  you  were  never  here.  like  you  never  mattered.  i  hope  you  remember  that  you  do  matter.  that  even  if  you  can't  save  the  world,  you  can  help  your  little  corner  of  it.  i  hope  you  let  yourself  rest.  you  deserve  it.

tagged by: @drcyn1c <3