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Does anyone want a reply? I've got tonnes of drafts to do, but so far no one has replied, so if you see this and I owe you a reply, like?
He shrugs. “A bit.” Scrambling around the console he guides his ship along the Vortex. “You alright over there?”
"Yeah, yeah. Fine." John said, straightening his jeans and shirt. "So, 1969, eh?" Walking towards the door, he added "Mind if I…?"
"Hold on a mo’…" The Doctor moves around the console, landing the ship and double checking the coordinates. Monterrey Pop, 1967… yup. "Go ahead, take a step into Earth’s past John Watson." He grins at the man.
John hurried to the door of the TARDIS and then paused; hesitating before opening the door. What if I create some sort of paradox or I kill someone important?! he thought to himself. Looking back at the doctor for reassurance, John nodded and opened the door, suddenly immersed in early morning sunlight. He waited for the docotor to follow before wandering too far from the TARDIS.
John looked at the woman in front of him. “Evening Dr. Grey.” John nodded. ”Dr John Watson,” He added, addressing himself. “I was called down here for some reason? Something about one of my patients?”
❝Well Dr. Watson, your patient has elevated levels and he’s not responding to the treatment you have assigned. What shall be your next course of action?❞
John looked through a crack in the curtain to see a regular patient of his. "Jimmy. Sorry, don't know his last name. Presented with severe chest pain and shortness of breath eight days ago. He didn't present with any fever or other common causes of pneumonia, so I sent him for additional tests. X-ray was cloudy, and CBC showed an elevated white blood cell levels. Sent him home diagnosed with pneumonia and some antiviral medication. What seems to be the matter now?"
YOU ARE ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL AND I LOVE YOU A LOT
Waaaaiiiittttt I only just saw this now.Who loves me a lot?!Like I need to know this for... reasons (the reason may certainly be because I need to reward you with chocolate!)
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❝Hi, I’m Dr. Meredith Grey, what seems to be the problem?❞
John looked at the woman in front of him. "Evening Dr. Grey." John nodded. "Dr John Watson," He added, addressing himself. "I was called down here for some reason? Something about one of my patients?"
Any Greys Anatomy RPers around?
I've been marathoning Greys all weekend on Netflix and like I totally really wanna interact with ANY Grey's characters. So if you are one, or you know one, please speak up?
just saying -
i don’t think you understand
i want invasive anons that piss my character off. i want questions about their family and lovers and etc. i want responses to memes (you never know what a meme can do). i want random magic anons.
i want to interact with my followers.
you are always free to send me anything, anonymous or not.
のほも is such a good word?? the concept is kind of hard to fully get across in translation, but basically it means a feeling of pure, deep, platonic affection, and i think thats beautiful
You son of a bitch.
I’m getting this tattooed
Crappy starter anyone? ~Open~
John sat in the kitchen and sighed as he heard the patter of foot steps walking up the stairs.
His hands are shoved deep in his pockets and his eyes glued to the ground; each breeze that blows sends a chill down his spine and makes his teeth rattle around in his mouth. His feet ache and he’d much rather be at home sleeping, but thoughts and memories of past lives are plaguing him worse than usual.
He’s alone, just as he should be
[TEXT] John. Pizza and booze. You and me. Now [TEXT] *Jack. Sorry mate. I'll never understand touchpads.
John sat, and thought. It'd been a long time since John had caught up with Jack. Even longer since they'd worked a case. It was time tthat was changed. John was left caseless since Sherlock had died.
THIS MUN DOESN'T JUST WANT ROMANCE AND SMUT!
My Muse wants friends
My Muse wants family
My Muse wants enemies
My Muse wants confidants
My Muse wants teachers
My Muse wants light
My Muse wants darkness
My Muse wants more than to kiss and sex
My Muse wants to be a character
My Muse wants to be a person
11 ways to solve rape better than nail polish
The more we depend on women to prevent rape, the easier it is to blame them when it happens to them. Here’s a look at the well-documented ways we can actually stop rape. Maybe it’s time we invest a little more time and resources into implementing them before we send gallons of nail polish to colleges across the country.
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If I ignore you or hold a grudge against you, there's probably a good reason.
Yes, I hold grudges. But I think I have reasons to. People have said a lot of offensive shit to me in my life, and my reaction isn't to bash the crap out of you either verbally or physically... It's to turn my back and ignore you until I've calmed down enough that I can calmly tell you how you offended me, and why I'm hurt. Honestly, the flip side of me not ignoring you is FAR worse... It involves a lot of yelling and swearing, probably in a public place full of people. My advice is to think about why I may be ignoring you... Did you say something downright offensive? Did you do something really freaking stupid? SO yeah. Point is, I don't just get pissed off and ignore people. if I ignore you, you've done something.
Mun does replies...
I tried to do replies... I got two done, which I guess is something...
Anyway, I kinda got overwhlemed by what was in my drafts... Anyone want to do a light, fun, fast paced, easy kinda thread? Tag me in a starter or send me an ask :)
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"Names get passed around in pubs. Know the right hunters, buy ‘em a beer, and you’ll have a list of every hunter in the country within five minutes!" John said.
Jus’ know that yer puttin’ your, an’ whoever you value, life in danger. Even more than it already is. D’ya’ want Crowley comin’ up an’ killin’ ya’ b’cause ya’ tell him ya know where I am? No, dinnit think so. [Nick said, raising a brow.] Fine, what tha’ hell d’ya’ want, an’ why come t’me?
"Alright, Alright. Calm your shit lady. I'm not going to tell you, so it's pretty redundant asking." John said, before thinking, does she even know what redundant means?! John though of her as a simpleton from the way she spoke. "By redundant I mean pointless and uncessessary. Just in case you're not too up on the recent edition of the dictionary."
&2 More are being greeted by a dog.
Annie ran towards him and pulled Sandy back where he settled at her feet. ”Hello Sir! I’m sorry about Sandy, he really likes people y’see. Kinda like me! I’m Annie,” she held out a confident hand, ”Sure is nice to meet you!”
John accepted the handshake from the small girl and said, “Nice to meet you too Annie. I’m John.” He bent down to give the dog a pat. “Hello Sandy!” he said as he accepted a paw and shook the dogs hand. “Aren’t you a little young to be out on the streets alone?” John asked as he stood upright again.
”Nice to meet you, John,” Annie grinned, looking down at the dog. Scratching his head with a smile, she bit her lip as John stood again, ”Uh, no. Well, yes. I would be, if I were alone that is. But I’m not, my folks are just in that shop over there, so I’m not alone,” she nodded in a slightly hesitant lie.
"Ah..." John said, noting the people in the shop who could be her parents. "So... Do you always come and wander the streets whilst your parents are shopping?" John asked quizzically.
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