Beautiful Trauma

'Cause I've been on the run so long they can't find me, you waking up to remember I'm pretty. And when the chemicals leave my body, yeah, they're gonna find me in a hotel lobby...

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charlctteashtxn:

“I mean, kids are fun for like an hour, and I ain’t for them messing up downstairs and the ladies.” Charlie furrowed her eyebrows, thinking about children. “…Yeh, I think i’ll go for a dog too,” she shrugged gently, “ If you’re horrible than I must be living satan.”

“They’re germy little slime balls. ...honestly if one comes within ten feet of me, I’m already digging through my pockets for some germ-x.” Bowie shook her head. “Why can’t guys do the dirty work? Why do we get stuck ruining our junk for the rest of forever?” She let out a sigh. “Fuckers have it so easy. I never want children. I will take Alfredo and Duck any day. ...Alfredo is my dog. ...Duck is my cat.”

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ryanwalkcr:

♣ ― “Because uh – the second thing is more my life…” Ryan spoke, gesticulating with her hands out of habit as she did. Her childhood was so busy pandering to that of her parents’ whims that she didn’t even get to own a television, now she would just rather chill out at a piano instead of in front of a screen, though her apartment did have a television; more for her wife’s benefit than her own. “Can’t really agree or disagree there. The only reality show I’ve seen is The Voice and it was only to play piano for one of the contestants, I didn’t really get to see anything beyond that and I didn’t watch it when it aired,” she shrugged. Ryan hated watching herself perform, but mostly just hated that she was her own worst critic. “That – that I can understand,” the musician nodded. Out of the thirty-two years that Ryan had lived, she could safely say at least thirty of those were spent wishing she was anyone but herself. “I can’t even say it’ll get better because, well –” she exhaled slowly, fingers rubbing over the knuckles of the opposite hand. Her life had somewhat improved, but emotionally and mentally? There would be no recovering from that. “At – At least you still have the ability to play, that’s… something.”

“The second thing?” Bowie looked puzzled. “Oh! Music!” She listened as the other woman spoke about being on The Voice and her eyes widened. “Dude. I auditioned for American Idol one year. Simon gave me a no. ...that pompous prick. JLo loved me though. And Randy. ...but Randy loves everyone, so that’s not really saying much.” Bowie shifted the guitar case that was strapped to her back. “Music is pretty much the only thing that’s gotten me through life. I had to deal with some pretty shitty bullies growing up, and if I couldn’t sing my heart out, I don’t know what I would have done. I probably would have just ended up another statistic, to be honest with you.” She shrugged. “You said you play piano...who’s your favorite composer?”

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wren-morton:

“Hey, no judgment here, serial killer documentaries are my seriously weakness.” Wren mirrored the woman’s inflections, though they usually didn’t talk like this, it was just a habit. To create a plausible character, Wren closely contemplated back on the people she had met and New York was never short of muses. She studied the way people talked, the way they walked, ate, sung and slept. A lot of research went into building a character people actually wanted to watch and striking up conversations with strangers was a step in the right direction. “Shit are you a doctor yourself, or have you just watched enough medical shows to know all interesting illnesses? Because not going to lie, that would be pretty cool. If you’re not already in medical school, you should think about joining – that way your life could be like a medical show. Though less making out in elevators I’m assuming.” 

“Those are my second favorite thing to watch next to medical dramas. I especially love the ones about killer couples and shit. Forensic files? Pfft, if I get dragged into that, you won’t see me for days. My roommate needs to check in on me sometimes to make sure I’m still breathing.” Bowie let out a laugh. “A doctor? I wish. I can’t math. My brain just doesn’t allow it. That, and I have a sparkly shiny attention span. I’ll be talking about one thing and a thought will cross my mind and one minute I’m talking about the episode of Grey’s I just watched and the next - oh, a puppy!” She pointed at the dog across the street, as though to prove her point. “...sorry. I was saying?”

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robbiewalker:

“Oh.” He lowered his eyes briefly, looking down at the ground beneath them as he felt embarrassed about how the joke had just went over his head, like most other things, really. “Well… I guess it’s good it makes you smile and stuff,” he added as he lifted his gaze towards her. Eyeing the bag she was offering to him, he said, “Are those the spicy Cheetos, the extra-spicy Cheetos, the puffy Cheetos, or the regular Cheetos?”

“I mean, it’s not really hard to put a smile on my face. I’m a pretty happy to lucky kind of gal.” Bowie chuckled as she glanced down at the bag. “Regular. The spicy and the extra spicy give me heartburn. And trust me, you don’t want me walking around belching left and right. It’s incredibly unladylike. ...and smelly.” She laughed. “As for the puffy ones, I’m not a huge fan of them. The regular ones are the best. I like to find different shapes in them. Like this one!” She pulled it out of the bag. “It looks like a t-rex.”

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shaneduval:

“That sounds… morbid,” she said, with a little wrinkle of her nose as she turned to her. “I’ve never actually seen an episode of that show. Is that bad?”

“Morbid? Far from it. It’s exciting. My life is boring as fuck, so watching something exciting and having it drag you into their world? Pfft, I live for this shit.” Bowie shrugged. “It’s not bad, it just means you’ve been living under a rock your whole life.”

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exgrcyhart:

“Shit, and I thought I was the only one doing that. Once I managed to watch it like almost twenty hours, don’t ask me how but my mother thought I was going through a bad break up or something. So no, I don’t hate you, let’s be buddies, hun!“

Bowie smirked and held out her hand for a hi-five. “Fuck yeah! That’s pretty much my life right there. The first time I went on a binge watch, my roommate brought me home flowers and a pint of ice cream with a ‘sorry for your loss’ card. When I told her I was just obsessed with Mark Sloan, she rolled her eyes and mumbled something about how the only loss I’d suffered was that of my dignity.” Bowie let out a laugh. “I’m Bowie Joel. And no, I’m not either singer. ...I’m a singer, but not those singers.”

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ryanwalkcr:

♣ ― “I don’t watch a lot of television,” Ryan answered. She didn’t exactly grow up with one and, when she got older, it was not something she had really been interested in. “I only really watch something when I’m with someone else and they want to watch,” she shrugged. “So. Nothing like real life, then?” Well, not entirely. The middle part of the woman’s words could be related to. “— Why’s that?”

“...how do you not watch a lot of TV? It’s pretty much my life. That, and music. All I need is a bag of cheetos, a box of twinkies, a remote, a tv, and my guitar and I’m all set for a few days.” Bowie shrugged. “I mean, are TV shows ever supposed to be just like real life? Even reality shows are borderline bogus at this point.” Popping a cheeto in her mouth, she shrugged. “If I could be anyone else in this world, I would want to be someone that has their shit together. Someone who makes big bucks and lives in the high rises on the upper east side of town. Not someone who has no clue what they want to do with their life, playing guitar in a dirty subway for spare change, barely able to make rent for their dingy apartment.”

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tragnettiliz:

                      elizabeth  was  a  little  confused  when  she  said  screw  her  up  with  animals,  but   all  she  did  was  offering  a  sympathetic  smile  as  an  answer,  followed  by  a  nod.  the  italian  brunette,  gaze  at  her  son,  that  back  to  touch  on  the  cat.  her  question  caught  her  off  guard.  so…  ❛ It’s  not  to  loose  him  &  try  to  keep  him  closer.  Loki  likes  to  running  around,  if  I  don’t  pay  attention,  I  lost  him  off  sight.  Not  to  mention,  he  doesn’t  speak  well  English.  We’re  italians. ❜  her  accent  was  thick,  &  the  little  blonde  boy,  hugged  the  cat,  repeating  the  word  ’ gattino,  gattino ’  { kitten,  kitten }.

                                to  her,  it  seems  normal  having  a  child  in  a  leash.  she  saw  others  people  doing  it,  she  can’t  understand  why  to  the  stranger  it’s  odd.  when  lachlan  stand  up,  properly  she  swept  him  off  the  ground,  carrying  him  in  her  arms  &  he  began  to  play  with  her  golden  &  shiny   necklace.

“I mean, I get what it’s for. It’s for the same reason I leash up the dog and the cat. Don’t want them wandering off into traffic. ...although, sometimes when Duck knocks a glass over and spills it all over the place, I think about throwing him into traffic, but that’s besides the point.” Bowie shrugged and looked down at the child that now was hugging Duck. “Careful hugging him, little dude. He may like kids, but he’s still a cat and can get testy. Don’t want him to scratch you.” She turned her attention back to the woman. “I mean, to each his own. I have a cat on a leash. That’s one step from planet weird. It’s just strange to me. I don’t normally see kids on a leash. Clever, but just...strange.”

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medicmica:

     “When I was in college studying medical journals, I’d burn my way through watching Grey’s and Scrubs. But trust me on this one, working in a real hospital isn’t as exciting as they make it out to be on television.”

“You should watch The Night Shift. It’s even better than Grey’s. And that’s saying something. It’s based out of an E.R. and focuses only on the trauma patients. It’s basically all blood and guts, with a few love triangles thrown in for good measure. But hey! What medical drama isn’t complete without a good live triangle?” Bowie smirked. “There’s a reason I never went to med school. The shows always make things seem so much more interesting than real life. ...that, and I have the attention span of a gnat.”

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axclston:

          a hint of amusement began hauling the corners of his lips as a loud clink of ice ricochetted off the walls of his glass after he’d placed his drink on the bar, axel turning his body to face the other in the process. “ please, keep that to yourself. i don’t think anyone deserves to be suddenly cognizant of the fact that you, in fact, know how all that — ” he paused, eyebrows narrowed to magnify the repugnance framing his face “ — tastes like. and that show is the reason why most people apply to become med students & soon realize how true disappointment finally feels like. ”

“One thing you will learn real quick about me...I don’t typically keep things to myself. I don’t have a filter, I’m loud, and I have the vocabulary of a sailor. My actions reflect that of a broke ass mid twenty something female living in New York City during trying times. So, in regards as to whether or not I actually know what an old hobo’s cornholio tastes like...well, sometimes you do what you’ve got to do.” Bowie shrugged. “You can’t blame a fictional show for your disappointments in life. I auditioned for American Idol, didn’t pass go, did not collect $200, and I’m still standing. Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

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charlctteashtxn:

Charlie shook her head laughing, “It’s not long now until you’re a world renowned brain surgeon, two more episodes until i’m a certified pediatric nurse.” She stated with a shrug, smirking widely. “your doctors just scared you are going to take their job!”#

“Watch out, Amelia Shepherd....Bowie Joel is coming for your job!” Bowie let out a laugh and shook her head. “I could never handle being in peds. I don’t even like kids when they’re healthy, let alone sick. ...I probably sound like a horrible person, but they’re just so loud. I’ll take a dog over a kid any day.”

[death-by-elocution]

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tragnettiliz:

               all  the  things lisa  wants  is  to  redeem  herself,  from  the  bad  mood  she  has  at  home  to  her  love  of  her  life,  her  little  prince,  lachlan.  for  a  miracle,   she  had  enough  hours  to  rest  a  little,   which  why  she  was  feeling  so  good.  now  her  son  was  wearing  children’s  leash.  without  a  second  thought,  loki  ( lachlan ),  her  two  year  old  son,   bent  down  to  pet  the  cat’s  head,  the  italian  little  boy.  ❛ Mamma! Gattino! { kitten } ❜  he  pointed  excitedly,  as  elizabeth  observed  the  owner  of  the  cat,  if  she  wasn’t  annoyed  with  her  son  touching  on  the  cats.

                        ❛ Lachlan,  loves  animals. ❜ lisa  commented,  as  the  boy  run  to  his  mother,  embracing  her  leg,  looking  at  the stranger  with  his  big  baby  blue  eyes.  lisa  rested  her  hand  on  the  shoulder  of  lachlan.  ❛  Thank  you  for  this... ❜  the  italian  brunette,  referring  for  let  touch  on  her  pet,  obviously.

Bowie tilted her head as she watched the small child lean down and pat Duck’s head. She blinked a couple of times, unsure of what to make of the interaction. To her, kids were okay. ...from a distance. As long as they weren’t making too much noise or sneezing on her. “...that’s Duck. ...his name. He’s a cat named Duck. I’m not trying to fu-screw you up with your animals.” She looked up at the woman and took a deep breath. “Sure. I get it a lot. Everyone wants to pet the cat on a leash named Duck.” She paused. “...I gotta be honest though. I dunno what’s more strange in my eyes. The cat on the leash, or the kid on the leash.” She pointed to the three leashes, between the dog, cat, and child. “Two of these things are not like the other.”

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noraprince:

“could you imagine if doctors were only right half the time ? that’s a scary thought,” she speaks with a small chuckle, “i’m more of mystery and crime show gal myself.”

“There would be a lot less people, and a whole lot more death and dying.” Bowie nodded. “It’d be like the black plague. Death all around us. ...it’d smell pretty bad.” She thought for a moment. “I like crime documentaries. You know, like the ones on serial killers and killer couples.”

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axclston:

          “ i’m more of a breaking bad guy myself. i don’t see the thrill in seeing exposed internal parts of people’s bodies, not to mention all that unnecessary drama — how did they even manage to stretch it out until fourteen seasons? ” a huff tumbled from the tiers of his mouth and axel brought a glass to his lips, soaking them with whiskey almost immediately. “ you’d think they would run out of ideas after season three. ”

Bowie just sat on the barstool, staring blankly at the guy in front of her. She pointed to the glass he was holding. “I think whiskey tastes like an old hobo’s asshole after a long night of eating burritos. Normally, I would keep that to myself, but since we’re on the subject of unpopular opinions...” She shrugged. “And they did run out of ideas after season three. But, practice makes perfect, so every time Shonda Rhimes puts that ingenious brain of hers to use and concocts an idea for yet another plane crash or explosion, the world appreciates her just a little bit more.”

[honeyvoicedfem]

quietly from under a pile of pillows: im very tired

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robbiewalker:

“I don’t hate you,” he said, unsure of why she would think that, missing what would’ve been sarcasm if he really listened. “Your life is not that exciting. In fact, I don’t think it’s exciting at all. I think there’s so many more things you can do with your time than guess why people are sick. And even if it were exciting, I don’t think I’d hate you, either. Hate is a strong word.”

“...that’s what we call a joke, my friend.” Bowie raised an eyebrow at him. “I’m well aware that my life lived in my dingy little apartment diagnosing fictional characters with life altering medical traumas is anything but exciting. But hey, it puts a smile on my face. So!” She tilted her head and held out a bag of cheetos. “Cheeto?”