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[deptaid]

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[deptaid]

the pitt muses starter call. ( emery walsh, dana evans, cassie mckay, parker ellis, john shen, jack abbot & michael robinavitch. )

[burqess]

KIM'S COOKING HAD BEEN DESCRIBED AS : a crime. by multiple people, which was pretty damn rude if you ask her. but also not all together wrong. her mother didn't teach her how to cook, and then she'd been a flight attendant in her start twenties. didn't need to cook then. but things changed - dreams came along; dreams that looked like messy plates in the kitchen, dreams that sound like children laughing over dinner with their parents. so kim was cooking, and she was going to figure it out. she was smart and capable - how hard could it be? and she wasn't alone in it, she had adam ruzek by her side. a thing she'd realized a little too late that she'd always had.

"we'd love to have you - or i can come to you? - if you prefer an adam-less night? just us girls?" but then she laughs at the doctor's audacity. YOU SHOULD JUST SEAL OFF YOUR KITCHEN AT THIS POINT. "damn, lex. that's ruthless." but kim doesn't begin to explain in the loud ED why that isn't an option. she couldn't raise her future on empty takeout boxes. she wanted something whole - something full and right. "i'll get there - eventually ... OR MAYBE ADAM WILL. he's good at anything he wants to be good at." + @deptaid.

[deptaid]

she'd tasted kim's cooking ( if one were to call it that. ) and no, she wasn't exactly impressed. that time it had been very salty, and half of it had been burned, while the other half was raw. which, was pretty impressive. tried to teach her, but not successfully. she could still learn tho, she just . . . needed to figure out a few things first. take her time, not rush it. hint of a smile tug at the corner of lips while putting down the few stitches and start to dress the wound. one she didn't think would cause any problems, as long she gave it some time to heal. " well, it's been a while since it was just us, " low murmur while wrapping her hand in a bandage to keep the dressing in place.

not that she minded however. she liked the constant movement. the noise. the chaos. the . . . everything. it meant she had something to focus on. it's why it was a lot easier to go back to work than she thought it would be. sure, there was some hard moments, she had a few restrictions now, but nothing that held her back in her day to day life. it kept her distracted from the forest. the screams. the wolves. the pain. there's a small shake of her head as if to shake it off, eyes drift from her hand and to kim, smile tugging at the corner of lips. " i think it's pretty warranted, but there's time to learn, " still, there's a small nod of her head while pushing herself back a little, grasping the pad to put in a antibiotics prescription. " you're not allergic to anything, right ? "

[cryptinspo]

– 𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗥𝗣 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦 !   ( an assortment of dialogue prompts for most dynamics in a morning after setting. ) 

𝗮𝘄𝗸𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 / 𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲

"So... about last night."

"Do you remember anything, or should I start from the top?"

"We said it wouldn’t mean anything. Did that change?"

"You can sneak out, or we can talk like adults."

“Did we make a mistake?”

 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 / 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲

"I could get used to waking up next to you."

"You drooled on my arm, just FYI."

"I made coffee. Thought you’d want to talk before the world comes back in."

"Let’s stay like this a little longer."

"Your hair’s a mess. It’s cute."

 𝗳𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 / 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗱

"Okay, whose sock is this?"

"I thought that was a dream. It wasn’t, was it?"

"Is this the part where I apologize or make breakfast?"

"I swear I’ve never done that before."

"Please tell me I didn’t cry over pizza last night."

 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗳𝘂𝗹 / 𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗹

"We shouldn't have done that."

"I still love them. I'm sorry."

"I wish it could be more than just this."

"You deserve better than a night I can't remember."

"I don’t know what happens next."

 𝘀𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽𝘆 / 𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹

"Mmmph... Five more minutes."

"You’re hogging the blanket again."

"Coffee or cuddles first?"

"Your alarm’s been going off for ten minutes."

"Don’t talk yet. Just exist."

[divorcedfranklangdon]

happy birthday @fellowshipincynicism

[casanovawrites]

random sentence prompts  ━ from various tv shows, part 24 

we are friends. and if i misread all of this, then i’m sorry.

you shouldn’t come in here. it’s not safe. i’m not safe.

this was supposed to be our second chance.

i can still tell when you’re scared.

if you’re not going to believe in yourself, i’ll have to do it for you.

sometimes what’s painful in the moment is what gets you where you need to go.

i’m sorry you met me. but i’m glad i got to know you.

i won’t apologize for protecting you from yourself.

be careful of the dark. too easy to lose your way.

it can’t be just you. i’m not leaving you here alone.

we both have things to be sorry for.

you’re the one part of all of this i don’t regret.

i wish i knew what made you this way.

i know you’re still trying to save me, but you can’t save someone who’s already dead.

don’t you talk to me about pain.

i always loved watching you sleep.

i’m just so tired of having to choose the least bad option.

we were happy once. weren’t we?

you seem upset. but you’d need feelings for that.

you can hate me, but you’re gonna have to trust me.

we do what we have to do to make sure we win.

why is it you are so willing to give everyone here the benefit of the doubt?

i’m tired. exhausted, under the weight of everything.

this is not murder, it’s survival. 

i think we’re more alike than you care to admit.

this is our chance. i’m not just gonna give up.

you deserve to have a life.

i can’t wait for you to see who you’re gonna become.

the worse you look, the better i do.

sometimes, helping hurts like hell.

you can’t keep picking a scab over and over.

can’t i just blame everything on my mother and be done with it?

the whole world’s haunted.

if anybody can do this, it’s us. we take what we got, and we make it work.

i don’t know you. and you don’t know me.

you’re everything i’m never gonna be.

i believe in you more than i’ve ever believed in myself.

i’m done licking my wounds.

i know i don’t need you, but that’s not the point. you’re supposed to fucking be here.

this is my home. i’m not going anywhere.

who the fuck has time for gestures?

when hell breaks lose, it breaks fast.

i’m generally a pleasant person. 

it’s built on blood and lies. it’s all it’ll ever be.

can you live without that pressure?

gonna be honest, kinda feels like you avoid me sometimes.

you’ve been in a mood lately.

i’m not as good as you hoped.

you don’t get to just drop this in somebody else’s lap and walk away.

we are all we have.

love no one, and no one can hurt you.

you’re happy? you’re allowed to be, in case you didn’t know.

so you can’t stay, you can’t go, you’re miserable either way?

you don’t trust anyone else to take care of things.

is this performative? you’re waiting for me to ask if you’re okay?

just because someone saved your life doesn’t mean you have to live the rest of it for them. 

you need me to be different. right?

this isn’t hell. it’s who we are.

i can feel you chasing something. i can feel you fixating on something.

i’m not great with consistency. 

i couldn’t imagine a world where i give less of a fuck.

that’s the thing with secrets. they almost never stay secret.

you can’t just walk away. not from me.

if you’re with me, i need you to say it. just say something.

for what it’s worth, i am with you. at least until i can’t be.

i just wish sometimes i had a map to figure you out.

there’s a big, beautiful world out there. go. fight for it. be brave.

i keep reminding myself that anger is just the soul’s attempt to avoid sadness.

there’s no point trying to outrun pain. it’ll just sit, patiently, and wait for you to get too tired to run. 

maybe you just don’t know me as well as you think you do.

you don’t quit on me, i won’t quit on you.

what are you gonna do, walk away? just keep on burying your head in the sand? you’d be okay with that after everything you’ve done?

yeah. i’m willing to walk away. are you?

you’re supposed to be keeping me from doing stupid shit, not the other way around.

that’s what we do, we protect each other.

we’re gonna make our lives count.

i’m really sorry. small words for something so big.

i kicked a hornet’s nest. asked too many questions.

what you have, you fight to keep it. and when you have nothing, you take to take.

we took a risk. maybe that’s how we keep living. we do what we need to do, no matter the risk.

i’m happy to break the rules for you if there’s something you want.

this is war. even if they don’t know it yet.

running away, that’s giving up. 

you’re good. i can see it in your eyes.

i can’t be with you right now.

it’s hard to keep up with you sometimes.

i’m gonna be honest, even if it is really awful and fucking terrible for you, i would like you to come.

do we think that’s gonna end well?

i think about you too much.

it feels like i’ve been starting forever.

wishes are for the weak.

my stomach’s all fucked up, i think i’m in love with them.

i’ve worked so hard to not blow up good things.

i just thought if we could’ve pushed past how scary it was, it could’ve been more scary, but maybe also like, incredible.

i hope you find some quiet. whatever that is for you.

i did it because i love you.

hurry up. we’re not staying.

look around you. do you see signs of hope here?

it’s hard to keep track of whose side you’re on.

sure, play hard to get. we both know you’re obsessed with me.

is that what you wanna hear? that i’m the bad guy? fine. i’ll be the bad guy.

you make a good couple. you’re both soft.

the toxin is you. no one is safe around you.

why would i give a shit what happens to you? i don’t even know you.

you do this all the time. hurt people then act like it’s all a joke.

i do fucked up shit all the time. it doesn’t mean anything.

you can push me away all you want, but i know you love me. 

a lie and a secret are two different things.

how do you make peace with all the terrible things you’ve done?

you’re just nothing without this constant drama. just a fucking empty hole. 

you’re so mean sometimes, you know?

watching you make such a stupid mistake is killing me.

[laurenbloomsource]

Lauren Hair Appreciation - 4x10

[night5hifts]

Noah Wyle as DR. MICHAEL "ROBBY" ROBINAVITCH & Tedra Millan as DR. EMERY WALSH

↳THE PITT 1.13 | 7:00 P.M

[deptaid]

ID : jay halstead aka @halztead . they’re so cute and innocent.

she always liked to keep her personal life separated from her professional one, and up until this moment, she had managed that pretty well. not that she was against someone knowing she was dating . . . well, she is engaged now. loves being engaged in fact. there's a ring pinned to the inside of her scrubs & while there is no specific date for the wedding placed just yet, there's something about the small weight of it. knowing it's there, feeling it against her skin, even when she can't wear it on her finger. they've had quite a few meetings like this now, in a professional setting ( none as tense as their first meeting. ) where one of her patients were either a suspect or a victim of his. funny that, how she couldn't get rid of him fast enough the first time around, and now she kinda find herself enjoying these little unexpected meetings.

hip leaning against the nurses station, and head turn to follow his gaze, watching the med students following robby around the pitt for their introduction it seems. none of their faces familiar to her & while she work nights and they're starting the day shift, she usually have seen them at some point if they've been here for a while. " they're just starting out, " her voice soft as she looks back to him, hint of a smile tugging at the corner of lips. still remembers her first day. thought she knew a lot, but honestly, med school hadn't taught her nearly enough. felt a little like being dropped into the deep end of a pool, not knowing how to swim and given the order of just figure it out. " give it a few days, they'll look less cute and innocent, more haggard and questioning their life choices, "

[deptaid]

ID : jay halstead aka @halztead. My  muse  deliberately  leans  in  closer  just  to  see  your  muse’s  reaction.

they don't see eye to eye, probably never will and she honestly she won't be losing sleep over it. she's never been in the business of seeking any aproval. and certainly not from him. the patient was awake earlier than expected after his surgery ( now in restraints so he didn't try to play prison break again. ) but he had made it about . . . five meters from the bed before collapsing into a heap on the floor. they'd gotten him back to bed & she'd checked the dressing, and it looked like it hadn't started to bleed again. he hadn't ruined her work with being reckless. seemed somewhat calmer and just so she could get the guy hovering outside out of her space, she'd given the green light for him to go inside. ask his questions.

the detective had gotten what he came her for. at least, she think so, because he isn't hogging the space outside the recovery room anymore. he's leaving, supposed to anyways. still getting on her nerves tho. the stairwell is dimly litt & when there isn't an emergency, she likes to walk the steps between floors. ( a personal emergency, to get him out of the hospital, but she digress. ) and somehow she found herself in the situation of one hand on the handle to the door behind her after turning towards him. and it drums beneath her skin, the ever growing tension. usually, she can leave it behind. usually, she doesn't get this irked by someone. yet here he is. very irkable. leaning closer and her eyes narrow, lips press together for a moment. doesn't shy away even when he practically tower above her. instead there's a stubborn, defiant lift of her chin as gaxe flicker between his.

[halztead-gone]

the hallway outside the o.r was still , humming with the kind of sterile tension only hospitals knew how to hold : too clean , too bright & far to quiet for his liking . THE DETECTIVE STOOD WITH ARMS CROSSED OVER HIS CHEST , eyes fixed on the door leading to the recovery room as behind it was the suspect ― a key player in a case he had been chasing for weeks . if the stars aligned , the guy would survive & blow the case wide open : if not he would bury all hope with him . but either way , jay wasn't going anywhere ― not until he got what he needed .

THEN CAME THE SOUND OF FOOTSTEPS ― measured & deliberate , enough to tug at his attention : gaze moving to meet the surgeon made of all sharp lines and unbothered confidence . jay didn't flinch at comments thrown his way , and held his ground instead ― even in the shadows of their encounter in the e.r earlier , where detective had quickly learned she didn't have time for interference : & for people like him hovering too close . ❛ sorry , didn't realize i needed a reservation to stand in a hallway . ❜ he started , voice kept dry as focus moved from her to the doors once again . ❛ and i appreciate the hospitality , but i figured I'D SKIP THE JELL - O downstairs and hover here instead . ❜

[deptaid]

the nightshift came with it's own string of strange and unusual cases, and she didn't mind them. with time, working here, she actually came to prefer it. it was interesting, fast phased, it was never the same comming in through the doors at any given point. it kept her on her toes & kept her sharp. in a job that required decisions made in milliseconds, she considered it a good thing. no secret that however, she didn't like when people got in her way. not other doctors, and especially not some pretty boy detective standing there like she should be listening to his every command with a smile on her face. jackass.

" i don't know if you've been able to detect the fact this is a hospital, detective. no visitors until he is ready. doctors orders. " like she told him earlier, her patient would be out for at least a couple of hours. and even then, he had to keep in bed, had to keep calm, so he didn't rip up the wound she just spent two hours closing. she could have someone call him when he was stable enough to take visitors, it was about at the bottom of her priorities right now however. there's a raise of brow, eyes narrowing. " oh well then, the waiting area is down the hall. think you can find it on your own or do i have to have someone escort you ? "

[deptaid]

i think emery was either with the army or doctors without borders for a time

[virgomoon]

people are so lucky i can't explode them with my mind

[scealaiscoite]

── ★ ˙🌱 ̟ !! touch prompts

¹⁾ knuckles brushing across a cheek

²⁾ a fist knotted in the collar of a shirt

³⁾ lips pressed against a brow-bone

⁴⁾ legs intertwined under covers

⁵⁾ shaking hands knotted together

⁶⁾ two fingers pressed against a pulse point

⁷⁾ unsure fingers braiding hair

⁸⁾ thighs wrapped around a waist

⁹⁾ feet kicked up into a lap

¹⁰⁾ hands guiding a spoon up to waiting lips

¹¹⁾ linked pinkies

¹²⁾ a head leaned against a stomach

¹³⁾ footsie under a dining table

¹⁴⁾ hands playing gently with hair

¹⁵⁾ a thumb pressing down on a bottom lip

¹⁶⁾ fingers scratching at a scalp

¹⁷⁾ a chest pressed warmly against a back

¹⁸⁾ foreheads leaned against one another

¹⁹⁾ hands kneading at sore muscles

²⁰⁾ fingertips tracing the notches of a spine

[deptaid]

the pitt muses starter call. ( emery walsh, dana evans, cassie mckay, parker ellis, john shen, jack abbot & michael robinavitch. )

[wesandresons]

[respondsfirst]

he had a new attending start today - someone who'd been a big gun, somewhere else. in her own ed. this was robby ( and dana's ) emergency room, they ran this lawless land, trying to make sure everyone got out alive, and mostly unscathed. including themselves, but mostly the staff. robby cares about every one of them. some of them have become like the family he doesn't have. he doesn't see himself as godly as he ( still ) considers doctor adamson, but he's trying his best. everyone in the ed were. or they wouldn't be there. there's a smile on his face when he sees a woman, looking a lot like the one he interviewed with gloria for the place. "doctor bloom?" he nods as he walks towards her, hand extended out.

[deptaid]

a part of her really thought she had found the place she would work at, her whole career. they got all sorts of cases. and yeah, it wasn't the best pay, but that never mattered to her. the challenge, the chaos, never knowing what came through those doors, it's still something she needs. but she can't hold the weight and responsibility anymore. focus on keeping her sobriety, focus on a more healthy life style. one she couldn't exactly achieve in a place that reminded her of everything bad, every mistake she made. head turn, attention pulled towards another doctor, smile forming as she grasp his hand, a firm shake. " yes, that'd be me, "