learn to accept it.

ind. multimuse by dio

[enduresit]

a highly selective, mutuals only writing blog featuring characters from animal kingdom, the pitt, ted, lasso, etc. due to the content presented in various shows, heavy and triggering themes will be explored in various depths, including death, gore, medical procedures, ptsd, incst (will never be explicitly written), abuse, mental health issues, etc. written by dio, he/they, 25+. also found @pittvet

01. guidelines 02. muse list. 03. inbox memes. 04. in character. 05. starter calls.

mobile muse list under the cut

a.ndrew p.ope c.ody (primary)

b.az b.lackwell (request)

j.oshua j. c.ody (request)

b.aran al-hashimi (primary)

s.amira m.ohan (primary)

t.rinity s.antos (primary)

d.onnie d.onahue (secondary)

p.erlah a.lawi (secondary)

m.ichael r.obinavitch (secondary)

b.ronco b.euaregard (primary)

c.lint b.arton (secondary)

f.aith m.accaullay (request)

j.amie t.artt (secondary)

j.ack h.odgins (request)

o.lly s.tevens (request)

[ohisms]

✱ ˚｡⋆ ↪ 1-800 ( HIT MY LINE ) ... ( a collection of texting prompts, part two. adjust phrasing as necessary, mature themes present. )

[ TXT ] :   you could just say you're sorry.

[ TXT ] :   this doesn't mean i forgive you.

[ TXT ] :   be outside in two minutes or you're dead,  i mean it.

[ TXT ] :   the least you could do is let me know you're okay.

[ TXT ] :   you start your day at 2pm?

[ TXT ] :   i think i lost my  [ ITEM ].  is it there?

[ TXT ] :   where are you?  nobody's heard from you.

[ TXT ] :   pick up.  pick up.  pick up.

[ TXT ] :   what if i said i'm outside?

[ TXT ] :   keep me posted.

[ TXT ] :   i want to kiss you so bad it hurts.

[ TXT ] :   send me your location.

[ TXT ] :   i hope this is some sort of emergency.

[ TXT ] :   i woke up and you were gone.

[ TXT ] :   they know.  i don't know how,  but they know.

[ TXT ] :   don't come home yet. i'll explain later.

[ TXT ] :   don't say i didn't warn you.

[ TXT ] :   i can't tell if you're mad at me...

[ TXT ] :   just trust me,  ok?

[ TXT ] :   [ IMAGE DELIVERED ]  you left this behind.

[ TXT ] :   are we still on for tonight?

[ TXT ] :   i want you to admit what you did.

[ TXT ] :   did you just hang up on me?

[ TXT ] :   are we ever going to talk about this?

[ TXT ] :   this is bigger than both of us now.

[ TXT ] :   i'm still waiting.

[ TXT ] :   what are you doing tomorrow night?

[ TXT ] :   fine,  i'll do it myself.

[ TXT ] :   you're still my emergency contact.

[ TXT ] :   stop,  you're making me blush.

[ TXT ] :   i lied earlier.  i'm not fine.

[ TXT ] :   [ MEDIA ]  ...  delete this after you look.

[ TXT ] :   i'm not joking.

[ TXT ] :   what happened to "never again"?

[ TXT ] :   i just want to make sure you know you're not alone.

[ TXT ] :   i don't know who else to call.

[ TXT ] :   can't stop thinking about you.

[ TXT ] :   you couldn't have told me this in person??

[ TXT ] :   i can't wait to see you again.

[ TXT ] :   did i do something wrong?

[ TXT ] :   i can't help you if you don't let me.

[ TXT ] :   i have ... sort of a favor to ask.

[ TXT ] :   i'm grabbing food, want me to pick you up?

[ TXT ] :   you looked at me different tonight.

[ TXT ] :   i don't want to be alone right now.

[ TXT ] :   i can't believe you'd actually say that.

[ TXT ] :   don't worry,  i handled it.

[ TXT ] :   i didn't think this through.

[ TXT ] :   give me a straight answer.

[ TXT ] :   if you go to the cops,  so will i.

[ TXT ] :   someone's feeling bold today.

[ TXT ] :   were you ever going to tell me?

[ TXT ] :   i shouldn't have said that.

[ TXT ] :   we kind of have a situation...

[ TXT ] :   i keep re-reading our old messages.

[ TXT ] :   like,  a BODY-body??

[ TXT ] :   you should hate me right now.

[ TXT ] :   i didn't plan for this,  either.

[ TXT ] :   i know you're reading these.

[ TXT ] :   have you been taking care of yourself?

[ TXT ] :   it's getting really bad again.

[ TXT ] :   [ IMAGE DELIVERED ]  am i doing this right...?

[ TXT ] :   i'm coming over whether you want me to or not.

[ TXT ] :   i need you to delete our texts.

[ TXT ] :   were you at  [ LOCATION ]  yesterday?

[ TXT ] :   you got anywhere to be later?

[ TXT ] :   i know it's 3am but i need to hear your voice.

[ TXT ] :   are you having fun?

[ TXT ] :   i'm on my way,  don't go anywhere.

[ TXT ] :   it's been awhile,  we should meet up somewhere.

[ TXT ] :   oh my god,  are you bailing again?

[ TXT ] :   [ LINK ]  ...  this reminded me of you.

[ TXT ] :   so that's it?  we're just...  done?

[ TXT ] :   wear the  [ ITEM ]  i got you tonight.

[ TXT ] :   you looked at me different tonight.

[ TXT ] :   bring a jacket,  it's freezing.

[ TXT ] :   your secret is safe with me.

[ TXT ] :   this wasn't meant for you. forget you saw that.

[ TXT ] :   do i need to come over?

[ TXT ] :   stop,  you're making me blush.

[ TXT ] :   you're running out of time.

[ TXT ] :   don't bother making excuses.

[ TXT ] :   i see you typing...

[ TXT ] :   i don't think i caught your name.

[ TXT ] :   they know.  i don't know how,  but they know.

[ TXT ] :   i wouldn't ask if it wasn't important.

[ TXT ] :   you snore,  by the way.

[ TXT ] :   show me what you're working on.

[ TXT ] :   call me right now,  it's an emergency.

[ TXT ] :   if i tell you something,  promise you won't freak out.

[ TXT ] :   i thought you were dead.

[ TXT ] :   this is all a big mistake.

[ TXT ] :   movie's showing tonight at 9,  are you in?

[ TXT ] :   [ IMAGE DELIVERED ]  ...  miss this yet?

[ TXT ] :   you don't have to be such an asshole.

[ TXT ] :   you know what you're doing to me.

[ TXT ] :   i just heard what happened... are you okay?

[ TXT ] :   you owe me one.

[ TXT ] :   i miss you so much.

[ TXT ] :   can you send me the photos from last night?

[ TXT ] :   [ LINK ]  ...  have you seen this???  [ NAME ]??

[ TXT ] :   you looked beautiful last night.

[ TXT ] :   can i see that beautiful face?

[ TXT ] :   i kept your stuff. in case you ever wanted it back.

[ TXT ] :   sorry,  i'm running late.

[ TXT ] :   i'm not supposed to be talking to you.

[ TXT ] :   you can't ignore me forever.

[ TXT ] :   [ LINK ]  ...  don't freak out.

[ TXT ] :   i think my phone is tapped.

[ TXT ] :   hold on,  i'm in the middle of something.

[ TXT ] :   just checking to see if you've blocked me...

[ TXT ] :   you can't tell anyone about this.

[memetaped]

nonverbal starters prompts featuring nonverbal scenarios.

guide take them by the hand, arm, or shoulder to guide them.

shelter protect them.

shove push them.

loop drape an arm around their shoulders.

touch a gentle touch like rubbing their back, hugging them, holding their hand. 

kiss a kiss on the cheek, knuckles, forehead, in their hair.

palm smack them upside the head.

bed rest gently push them back down when they try getting out of bed.

aid help them with a task.

note pass a note to them.

cry wipe away their tears.

wash wipe something off their forehead, cheek, so on.

bandage patch them up when they get hurt.

heal take care of them when they get sick.

book silently read a story with them. 

carry pick them up. 

scrap punch them.

cherry find blood on them.

sit help them sit down.  

medical wake up in the hospital and find them holding their hand.

steer place a hand under their chin to make them look up. 

beat dance with them.

stare stare them down. 

off track get lost with them.

no shaking their head in disagreement. 

yes nodding their head in agreement.

rush tackle them to the ground.

open hold the door open for them.

[disgustinggf]

[enduresit]

@fcrthestars // cont.

would you listen to me for a fucking second? the words nearly erupt from him, scorching with their need to be said, to impress upon her the seriousness of what he is trying to say. robby forces them down with a grimace and a too sharp exhale as samira deems this to be like any other halfhearted, shit apology he has given in recent times. this is probably how langdon had felt, all those months ago when robby thought he was at the end of his rope. 

that thought has him lifting a hand to scrub at the back of his neck. hard and deep. eyes anywhere but samira. running over the bustle of the department, avoiding dana’s too knowing look. at least he doesn't have to contend with abbot on top of this, but it feels as if the man’s eyes are on him all the same. hoping, in spite of everything, that robby could mend the bridge he seems to have successfully burned. or at least make some kind of headway in repairs. 

“al-hashimi,” robby says after a moment, dropping his hand and returning his gaze to samira. he knows what he has told her time and again about focusing only on the work, on leaving personal problems at the door. it stings more than he'd like to admit to have that turned back on him like this. but robby can hardly blame her. 

“and abbot... who decided to pull a double.” he hesitates, glancing around the pitt once more before continuing. “could i ask you for a favor about that?”

[enduresit]

he considers turning the damn thing off entirely as the phone vibrates and the screen lights up the darkened room yet again. ( he’d never do something as foolish as that. even now it sits on a charger, waiting for the phone call that he half yearns for, half dreads. ) for a long moment, bronco does not move. continues lying on too coarse, too ugly sheets of the shit motel he’d checked himself into, staring up at nothing. it’s not like it’s the first time he has ever lost someone. he and his teams know the risks of this line of work intimately. more than sid’s guys usually do. something ugly rears its head at that thought. fingers seize the phone charger, yanking it free of the phone, tossing it away without looking. he’s nearly blinded as the phone vibrates again, screen brightening suddenly with the repeat notification. 

of course it is from sidney. 

[ @retriibutions ] where are you?  nobody's heard from you.

idly bronco taps at the other stacked notifications. too many messages from moreno. he doesn’t read them, only acknowledges how long it takes him to scroll through them. a small handful from sid’s guy, gucci. two from rachel almost two weeks ago. a thank you and a reminder to rest, and an order to start looking for dunne and baker’s replacements. ( he doesn’t have to look. isn’t that the worst part of it? he doesn’t have to look because he already knows. even has a guy to replace moreno at the drop of his corpse. all bronco has to do is call. )

bronco returns, as he always does, to the text from sidney. the only text from sid. space given without bronco having to ask. sid is good at that. to get a message from his husband now… he's has been radio silent, been still for too long. 

[ SID ] I can’t shake the feeling you know exactly where I am… [ SID ] Pretty sure you sewed a tracker into the lining of my favorite jacket.

[frankencain]

daily affirmations: remember to be violent confrontational and hard to get along with

[lousolversons]

I know that he would want you to forgive yourself. THE PITT | S01E11 | 5:00pm

[enduresit]

because the main thing is that baz does care about pope above all others, even though he is shit at expressing it. so much of what he does in season one is could be seen as trying to get pope out of an increasingly vulnerable position within their family. trying to split pope and j so that they both can't be so easily manipulated, granted it comes at the cost of dehumanizing pope to j. but he needs for there to be distance between them because pope does anything and everything for the family. he cannot let smurf have another bargaining chip. trying to make pope understand cath wants nothing to do with him / pope cannot be involved with cath again because smurf hates cath, hates any woman, and she especially hates when a woman gets between her and her sons.

[the-accidental-femme-bot]

Sorry I called you a 'good boy' in public. I just wanted to watch your brain short circuit.

[enduresit]

he hadn’t meant to. isn’t that how it always goes? left alone, away from smurf, something always unfurls within him. an opposition to the learned and cultivated violence for her benefit. concern for his brothers, for his nephew and niece that overtakes everything else, even the white-hot rage at smurf. he hadn’t meant to put in deran’s number, hadn’t meant to call in one of his many bouts of sleeplessness. he’d just wanted to hear his brother’s voice. he’d needed to know that deran was okay. that he was still out of her house. that he had lena. that he hadn’t let smurf take her back. 

( he’d promised twice. once before he and lena ran, when andrew had been willing to let baz kill him, no less than he deserved. a second time, bent over andrew as j struggled to get lena to stop screaming and get buckled up. as craig slammed a hand repeatedly into the car horn for deran to hurry up. he’d promised between panted sobs, bloodied hands trying to pry andrew’s hands off his shirt as the world blurred at the edges. “lena’s going to be okay. i’ll take care of her. just let go. let go, pope.” )

he hadn’t meant to ruin everything he’d started to build in pittsburgh. but j had called him from deran’s phone. he’d pleaded with andrew to help him, to help lena. deran hadn’t been able to hold out. ( why had he ever hoped that deran could? smurf always got what she wanted. ) they needed andrew. after everything he’d done to them… how could andrew have refused? he’d gotten in his truck and left right then, an hour before dennis’ first shift was scheduled to end. an hour before he was supposed to stop by the medical center with the avocado toast and energy drink dennis liked. he hadn't known how to explain it, so he hadn't. 

[ @adflorum ]  where are you? nobody’s heard from you.  

the text notification fills the truck, and without thinking, andrew taps the display to have the message read to him. the fact it comes from dennis, that it is a message of concern and not one of his 'funny' updates from work has him pulling roughly off the side of the highway not even two seconds later. hazards thrown on as an afterthought. for a moment, he simply grips the phone so tightly his knuckles turn white, staring at the darkened treeline as if he might hurl it out of sight. but he finds himself unlocking the phone instead. the world narrows to the painfully bright phone screen, the too loud rasp of his own breaths in his ears. 

[ DENNIS ]  10 miles east of Columbus. [ DENNIS ] They need me. I had to go.

[enduresit]

rumour has it that you've got a secret second life going on with someone else in the er / robby

his thoughts turn towards them immediately, of course. conjuring up the now familiar image of @bydana and jinan tucked into baran’s couch, hands curled around mugs of hot chocolate. the exhaustion that lingers in the way that she moves so slowly, but how it means nothing in the face of jinan's excitement at seeing them both. the gap toothed grin from their son as robby dumps a handful of marshmallows into his hot chocolate. the meandering path of irrelevant details that robby always smiles at as the five year old hurriedly tells stories about the school day before bedtime. even now, the corners of his mouth turn upward into a small smile as robby continues his charting.

“wouldn’t that be something?”

[enduresit]

i've mentioned it to vi before, but it is genuinely so fascinating to see the way andrew turns from trying to protect j, in his own way, to trying to protect deran as the seasons progress. how, the more like smurf j willingly becomes, the less andrew tries to shield j from the worst of everything. if j wants to be like smurf, andrew will let him ( and andrew will make him understand that j has to be more than smurf, too. andrew will not be alone in doing the terrible shit. not anymore ). how instead he fixates on deran, on keeping deran's hands as clean as they can be. because deran always wanted out. he's stepping into shoes that andrew knows he doesn't actually want, and that cannot stand.

[enduresit]

INCOMING: ❛ you know you can always talk to me. ❜

the words @bydana sends his way almost tear a laugh out of him, something hard edged and dismissive, designed to push away away away. but michael swallows it down with effort, scrubbing his hand along the back of his neck. he finds himself gravitating towards her bookshelf, finds himself putting physical distance between them. it's a process, he reminds himself. you're working on it. that's all she's asking for. he peers blurrily at the titles along the spines of her books, plucking one off at random, and pretends as if he is reading the back of it. tries desperately to convince himself that this conversation isn't threatening to devour what little imagined progress he's made.

"i—" the book is placed back on the shelf, a little more forceful than he intends. a wince pinches his expression, and michael tilts his head apologetically, even as he continues to look anywhere but baran's face. "i know that." and he does. they've been working on this very thing. therapy for himself. therapy for them both. he knows he can talk to her. but the words... they won't unstick themselves from his throat, work their way out of him. how could they?

"i didn't even meet janey's parents." clumsily, it seems, is how they'll tumble from his lips.

[bydana]

@enduresit gets a bonus lil thing

she sees the movement out of the corner of her eye before she hears the quiet knock on her window. instinctively baran knows before she even looks just who is standing outside of her car. she knows why he’s up here. there’s no reason for him to be up here tonight. his ride home isn’t up in this parking lot. no. he’s come for her. robby. it takes a moment for baran to find the will to move. there’s a soft sigh on her lips as she reaches her left hand to first unlock the car door before she’s opening it without a word.

to anyone else watching, her movements would look planned. like she’d been waiting for him to show up. only she hadn’t been, but without a word she still knows. it only takes one look into his deep brown eyes for them to exchange all of the words they need to. she hesitates for a long moment, looking back at him as she weighs it up in her mind. she knows what he’s offering. once upon a time she wouldn’t have hesitated to accept, but now….

she moves. slightly slower than normal, exhausted from the long day with a tiredness that’s been triplicated due to what’s been going on. undoing her seatbelt, she slips out of the drivers seat and leaves the door open for robby before she’s rounding the vehicle and climbs back into the passenger seat. baran still says nothing, unsure what there is left to say at this point. resting her head back against the headrest, she closes her eyes and waits in patient silence. either for him to talk or to hear the sound of the engine start, but she’s not sure which one she wants to hear at this point.

[enduresit]

two gentle knocks of his knuckles against the car window. for a moment, he cannot bring himself to look beyond where his knuckles still rest against the glass. to peer into the car and see exactly what he dreads to see again. once familiar brown eyes brimming with tears, the slackness of exhausted despair on her face. a wound that he has inflicted as only he knew how. but he forces himself to look. turns his own watery eyes to baran’s face and waits. refusal would be warranted. beyond warranted, he knows. a part of him hopes for it. one more blow that will truly break him. make it all too easy to get on the bike he has left in the ambulance bay. yet… almost in equal measure, he wants so desperately for baran to trust him with this. you’re not fit to drive now, baran. not tonight.  please let me. it’s up to you, he thinks. bends all his conflicting hopes and thoughts towards her.

it’s almost a relief when she moves. almost. maybe it is, somewhere beneath the rest. he moves a single step to the side, giving space for the door to swing open, for her to follow. robby watches the slowness with which she moves, fatigue weighing down each of her movements. unable to shut it off even now, that need to search for symtoms. his hand twitches for her as she starts to get out, an almost forgotten instinct rearing its head, but robby slides it along the back of his neck instead. 

only when she is far enough away he could not brush against her does he move. leans down to adjust the seat for his height and slides into baran’s car. this was familiar once, too, but robby forcefully shuts down that train of thought before it can blossom into fresh heartache. for a long moment, he can only sit and stare straight ahead at the parking deck. hands at ten and two. suspended between different times. the silence is heavy, a tangible thing. he ought to say something. the engine starts instead.

robby eases the car down the parking deck’s ramp. slow and steady in a way he does not feel. he wants to look at her. he can’t bear the idea of it. only when the car reaches the lowest deck does he turn his head, forcing his eyes to settle on her face. “do you have a new place… or do i know where i’m going?” 

[ilyparkerellis]

To me both seasons of the Pitt so far have been about Santos having the worst shift a person can possibly have and when her tank is empty and her walls of sacasm have been pulverized she looks around and finds the person that desperately needs something and gives it. A roof for Whitaker. A fun night out for Mel. In one fell swoop she won the loyalty and friendship of the nicest, kindest people in the ER, and then she goes home, looks in the mirror, and thinks i am evil, i am unlovable

[azizefan]

Dana Evans in 2x12

Dana 'We are not here to be punching bags'