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MEGAN THEE STALLION via dianashin on Instagram (June 4, 2025)

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SABRINA CARPENTER in MANCHILD

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MADISON BEER | $1 vs $500,000 Romantic Date

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CHRIS EVANS 'Materialists' Promo (May 21, 2025)

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♡ RENEE RAPP via tiktok ( reneerapp )

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♡ EIZA GONZALEZ cosmopolitan's cheap shots

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MEDICAL THEMED PROMPTS ( pt. 1 )

THE PHYSICIAN / NURSE

❝ i know this hurts but i need you to breathe, we're almost done. ❞

❝ can you open your eyes for me? ❞

❝ how long have you been experiencing those symptoms? ❞

❝ i can't help you unless you tell me the truth. ❞

❝ i know you wanna get discharged and go home, but we have to keep you for observation just a little longer. ❞

❝ i know you're scared, but you're in the right place. we're gonna do everything we can to make you better. ❞

❝ next time, call your general practioner or come see us sooner. google is not a reliable source. ❞

❝ just a few more stitches and we're done. ❞

❝ does it hurt when i touch here? ❞

❝ we're gonna get you fixed up, i promise. ❞

❝ i'd appreciate it if you could sit still and let me work, please. ❞

❝ sorry, could you repeat that last part for me? ❞

❝ is there anybody we can call for you? ❞

❝ it'll be a long road to recovery, do you have anyone at home to help? ❞

❝ it's a sprain. we'll get you a brace. ❞

❝ it does look like it's fractured, we're gonna get some imaging, okay? ❞

❝ you wanna see your x-rays? ❞

❝ bad news is its broken. good news, it's a clean break. with proper care and some physical therapy to follow up, it should heal well. ❞

❝ so you are going to need surgery. ❞

❝ don't worry, it's noninvasive and outpatient. ❞

❝ it is an invasive surgery, but we have some of the finest surgeons on the case. ❞

❝ we're a teaching hospital, is it okay if i let some student doctors observe? ❞

❝ i'm actually new. this is my first day. ❞

❝ i've never done this procedure before—well, except on cadavers. ❞

❝ that was unprofessional, i apologize. ❞

❝ tell me what's going on today? ❞

❝ you wanna tell me how you managed to get a gunshot wound like this? ❞

❝ that is a nasty laceration, what happened? ❞

❝ you know your blood type? ❞

❝ i know you haven't had the best of luck before, but i'm a new face. fresh ears. i am listening, i promise. ❞

❝ i'm sorry you've had a bad experience. i promise i believe you. ❞

❝ any pre-existing conditions we should know about? ❞

❝ how many fingers am i holding up? ❞

❝ we're gonna need to draw some blood. ❞

❝ you're right. i should've listened. ❞

❝ you need to listen to what i'm saying. ❞

❝ i know it sounds really scary, but we see it all the time. ❞

❝ it's manageable and you'll be able to live with it. but you have to follow the treatment plan. ❞

❝ if you keep moving like that it's gonna hurt more. please sit still. ❞

THE PATIENT

❝ honestly it doesn't hurt that much. ❞

❝ uhhh...that's not? normal, right...? ❞

❝ i'm sorry you said i'm gonna have to do what? ❞

❝ sorry, uh. could you repeat that? i'm nervous i wasn't really listening. ❞

❝ i hope it's not cancer. ❞

❝ well doctors do make the worst patients, what can i say. ❞

❝ could you just hold my hand for a second? ❞

❝ there's no one. it's just me. ❞

❝ shit—yeah, that hurts. that really hurts. ❞

❝ can i get outta here any time soon? ❞

❝ you look kinda young to be a doctor. ❞

❝ i thought i was fine but it just kept getting worse. ❞

❝ could i get something for the pain? ❞

❝ no—no drugs. please. ❞

❝ you're telling me it's 'just stress'? what's that supposed to even mean? ❞

❝ no one ever believes me. they think i'm exaggerating. i'm not making this up! ❞

❝ i just feel like i can't breathe. ❞

❝ that's a lot of blood... ❞

❝ how long is that supposed to take? ❞

❝ i'm scared of needles. ❞

❝ am i gonna be okay? ❞

❝ i-i'm so stupid. i should've been more careful. ❞

❝ do i really have to wear those gowns...? ❞

❝ what? what does that mean? ❞

❝ could you explain that again? ❞

❝ i'm having another episode. ❞

❝ i feel like i might pass out... ❞

❝ kinda wish i didn't have to be discharged. feels safer here than out there. ❞

❝ well aren't you doctor cutie? ❞

❝ have you ever done this before? ❞

❝ my veins are kinda tricky, try my left arm. ❞

❝ thank you. i mean it. ❞

❝ sorry i'm not trying to take it out on you i'm just really stressed. ❞

❝ i kinda hate hospitals. ❞

❝ don't come near me. ❞

❝ don't touch me! ❞

❝ that wasn't so bad. ❞

❝ there's air bubbles in my iv. ❞

❝ i don't mean to be difficult, it's just my condition is kinda particular and only my gp knows the details. i have this folder here that explains everything. ❞

❝ don't look at me like that. i know my own body. ❞

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☆ muse: sophie washington || 35 𖹭 open to: f/m/nb 21+ ☆ you do not need to match length, i got carried away (your muse can be somebody she knows or a stranger, happy to discuss).

Don't lose your friends. Don't get too drunk.

This is why Sophie wasn't a party girl. People could start with good intentions and there was part of her that was sure her friends didn't mean to disappear into the night, but they had. She'd found herself in that corner booth, nursing an overpriced mojito, alone. She shouldn't have been surprised. They were more fun then she was, probably sneaking off with somebody to find a bathroom cubicle or leading some drunk boy out the door with intentions of grabbing fries on the way home to lose their clothes.

She should have stayed home. It was too noisy, too bright. Skipping dinner to get ready hadn't been the smartest move either, and she could feel the rum just a little too much. Her grip tightened on her bag, as she started to hastily make her way across the sticky dance floor, trying not to slip or interrupt any of the fun that was happening around her. Just get out, go home, text her friends. If they were even going to check their phones tonight - doubtful. It was just too much. The lights, the music that was so loud she could barely figure out what it was, the smell of alcohol oozing out of everybody. She didn't think she'd had that much, but she could feel herself getting muddled too, an anxious feeling nipping at the back of her mind.

This is why she didn't party.

With the exit in her sights, Sophie hastily scurried towards it, desperate for some fresh air. Go home, have a bath, maybe eat the cold pizza in her fridge before crawling into bed with her cat and regretting her life choices, and hope she didn't wake up too dizzy. It was all too distracting, however, and in her attempt to make it to the exit, she stumbled into somebody with a squeak of her heels and a gasp.

"Oh, I'm so sorry!"

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☆ muse: clara perez || 30 𖹭 open to: f/m/nb 21+

"You know he/she doesn't deserve you." Red nails fiddled with the bottle opener, eyes narrowed at the stupid little metal contraption, before she held it out to them, a silent plea for them to help her open it, even though Clara was meant to be helping them. "We can be sad about it today. With drinks and all the snacks your heart desires. But they don't deserve you."

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"Because if I'm not worried about you, I'm probably asleep." Bradley muttered. He doesn't do a very good job at hiding his wince as she grabs at his arm, sighing as she forgoes her very pretty cardigan to wrap it around his arm instead. "Ellie." He tuts as she pulls him towards the car. At least she's safe, even if she's mad. Why is she still pretty when she's mad?

"You are good at fixing me up." He chooses to ignore the again, but as they get closer to the door of the car, his frustration grows too quickly. "Woah, El." Bradley tugs on her hand, forcing her to face him, shaking his head at her incredulously.

"God, I don't think you are a whore? Why would you think that me being worried about you equates to that, El? Come on now."

"you sure about that one?" ellie questions, condensed breath billowing from her red lips as she brushes her blonde locks behind her ears. "why are you worried about me?" she questions hands immediately moving to grab his arm to take a good look at it. "no. no. i wasn't hit in the crossfire... and i'm fucking so mad at you, but, you're bleeding." she notices right away, taking off her cardigan to wrap around his gnarly wound. she's freezing now, but it doesn't matter, the only thing that matters in ellie's mind is making sure bradley is okay. "come on, asshole." she motions towards the car as she makes her way towards it. "i think i have some gauze at home... you know... from the last fight you were in. we'll get you fixed right up." she almost regrets her words knowing this was going to happen over and over again. their relationship was toxic, but she did love him. "you really think i was going to give him my number? or even flirt back? i mean, do you think i'm a whore or something? when have i ever made you feel like i wanted someone else?"

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Of course he hadn't stopped caring. That was the logical answer, but Lucia didn't have much hope of wading through the logic when she was upset. It was hardly their first argument, and she'd had plenty of arguments with other people but - arguments with Cassian always hurt more. She cared about his opinion and thoughts more then she did some of her other friends, and having fought so badly, hurt. Perhaps more then she realised it would.

"I wanted to come around, but I don't think it would have been wise to do so, when we were both so deep in our feels." Lucia lifted her gaze, giving him a shake of her head. "It would take a lot more then that to be done with me, but I'm still not happy about it," she pointed out before her jaw dropped, with a scoff. "If you think I'm a brat." She teased lightly, only a faint flash of annoyance crossing her face before she reached out for him, with a little nod.

"I don't let just anybody call me names, you know."

Cassian leaned back against the edge of his desk, arms crossed, watching her carefully. His hoodie practically swallowed her whole—had for years—and yet somehow she still looked small right now. Like she was bracing for him to push her away. "I know it wasn't," he admitted quietly. "I was pissed, Lu. That doesn't mean I stopped caring."

He let out a breath, jaw tightening before he looked away for a moment too. "I shouldn't have said half the shit I did. You didn't deserve that. You never do." A pause, softer this time. "I didn't think it changed anything… but you stopped texting, you didn't come by, and I figured maybe this time you were done." His eyes met hers again, gentler now. "I missed you. Even if you were being a brat." A small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Still my best friend, alright?"