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hadetorium‌:

Guys…. we don’t talk about Bill in The Mindy Project NEARLY ENOUGH. Original. big. dick. energy….

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wormrocks‌:           /        worm.

that feels more like a jab than is strictly necessary, causing worm to narrow their eyes and pin a glare on the other. “i am perfectly normally sized, thank you very much. you, however, are sized like you’re not-so-distantly related to bigfoot or a yeti or something.” the glare softens into a pensive look as they consider the rest of their shopping list. “what if i told you that i wanted one of every item that this stupid store keeps on the top shelves, mr extendo arms?”

grayson  gives  a  pretend  look  of  disgust,  “don’t  talk  about  my  mother  like  that.”  by  this  point  of  his  life,  he  doesn’t  care.  in  a  lot  of  ways  he’s  just  like  the  woman  --  leaving  town,  coming  back,  maybe  leaving  again...  but  he  got  cursed  with  looking  like  a  woman  with  commitment  issues  none  the  less.  the  little  smirk  gives  it  away,  he’s  just  playing.  “sorry.”  grayson  straights  up  a  little  taller  and  adjusts  the  basket  tucked  around  his  arm,  “what  do  you  need?  i  can  help.”  it’s  not  like  he  has  anything  better  to  do.  the  music  store  opens  at  odd  hours  because  between  the  goats,  llamas  and  chickens  as  well  as  his  desire  to  WING  IT  he  goes  his  own  pace.  “i  forgot  pickles  anyways.”

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jaelcardenas‌:           /        jael.

“Well, I don’t know a whole lot of people that know their way around a pipe. Can’t be that different from the human body,” Jael argued, kicking a toe against the wall causing the water to rush to the ground further. “See, it’s all connected. Just the same. How hard could it be? Teamwork.”

grayson  was  initially  annoyed  until  she  explained  her  reasoning.  it  gets  a  wheezy  laugh  and  he  bends  over  to  catch  his  breath.  “god,”  once  he  stopped  to  really  think  about  it,  sure  it’s  funny.  he  hadn’t  thought  of  it  like  that.  houses  have  their  wires  which  could  be  considered  nerves,  and  their  pipes...  god, who knows?  “stop!”  grayson  cackled,  “you’re  making  it  worse.”  but  the  way  he  said  it  kind  of  seemed  like  a  bulldozer  could  be  the  only  thing  to  make  it  better.  “you  got  some  tools?  i’ll  look  at  it  just  stop.”

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dwcller‌:           /        larkin.

Every part of him seemed to cringe on spot. Coagulated had to be one of the nastiest sounding words out there. Well, maybe he was just a little bit biased given the residue that had actually made contact with bare skin. While unknown fluids from a living being – mainly animals – hardly bothered him, mysterious gunk from something inorganic reaped the exact opposite reaction. He wanted nothing to do with that shit unless he had some heavy duty gloves on. Maybe even a hazmat suit. 

“Don’t think it’s poisonous, do you?” Larkin almost sounded spooked with how slow he voiced the question. “Cause that don’t look like normal water.”

blood  wasn’t  his  favorite  thing  while  he  was  a  doctor.  hell,  any  body  fluid  outside  of  the  body  would  give  him  the  silent  heebie  jeebies  because  THEY’RE  NOT  SUPPOSED  TO  BE  OUTSIDE  OF  THE  BODY  ! ! !  grayson  did  have,  however,  a  patient  with  the  inability  to  coagulate  their  own  blood.  hemophilia  is  a  nightmare.  “i  don’t  know,  does  it  burn?  itch?  tingle?  you  turning  into  a  water  monster?”  he’d  say  spider-man  but  everyone  knows  you  need  a  radioactive  spider  for  that.  “invest  in  nestle  stock  buddy  because  i  wouldn’t  drink  it.”  or  shower  in  it  because  GAG.  

grayson  chuckled,  “i’m  sorry,  i’m  sorry.  call  a  fuckin’  plumber,  larkin!”

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bvrningmuses‌:           /        eloise.

after her mother perished in the fire, it was as if lou’s soul perished as well. her mother was her best friend, despite the disputes they had, her mother had always been THERE. and was the first to encourage lou and her out of the box notions. lou recalled one time when she was younger and an argument she had gotten into with her mother. lou proclaimed, ‘i’m running away to the moon and you can’t stop me!’ in which lou’s mother responded with, ‘i’ll never stop you. only support.’ and proceeded to help lou to build a cardboard space ship. 

when her mother died, lou was suddenly aware of just how ALONE she was in the world now. her grandmother was a heinous bitch who didn’t count and while she loved her friends…she felt as though they didn’t truly GET her. her mother’s death was finally what set the wheels in motion for her to finding out what she could about her birth father. and now…here he stood in front of her. painfully unaware of their relationship yet so BLATANTLY her father. they shared the same mannerisms, they had the same mouth. lou had her mother’s eyes but the way her brows crinkled in frustration? that was all her dad. 

she was staring. she knew it was off putting but this was the first time he’d been this close. she’d seen him a couple of times at the store but was always too nervous to say anything. which was highly unlike lou. she never got nervous about things. “why thank you…i do my best.” giving a little curtsey in response to the adorable comment. his question as her humming, brows knitting into that furrow before she’s bending down to search under the sink, “ah-ha! drano. and i should have a hanger.” again she’s confused, the question has her shaking her head, “honestly…no fucking idea. i hope it’s not well water because i’ve been drinking from the tap…that doesn’t sound sanitary.” she’s itching the back of her neck nervously before leaning forward and extending a hand, “i’m uh…lou by the way.” your daughter. surprise! you’ve missed 25 birthdays you asshole. obviously he didn’t know SHE was his daughter but did he know that he had a daughter? or was her entire existence just…irrelevant to him. “i think you knew my mom.”

he’s  never  been  much  of  a  betting  whim.  sure,  he  was  smart.  it’s  not  like  they  just  let  anyone  into  med  schools  these  days,  but  possibility  and  probability?  grayson  sucked  ass  at  those.  he  doesn’t  know  what  his  grandmother  did  for  her  wealth  and  by  this  point,  finally  knowing  the  extent  only  left  him  with  more  questions.  stocks?  lottery  before  the  lottery?  the  old  woman  went  to  the  grave  thinking  he’d  be  better  off  but  he’s  not.  grayson  chuckles,  “you  here  all  week  or  somethin’?”  he  bit  back  teasingly,  quirking  brows  with  the  clear  amusement.  he’s  not  as  bright  as  he  thinks  he  is.  they’re  clearly  standing  in  her  place.  god,  he’s  awkward  as  hell.  maybe  he  was  before  the  fire  but  back  then  he  was  at  least  more  sure  of  himself.  “i’m  no  plumber  but  drano  eats  through  anything.”  if  it’s  a  clog,  it  should  do  the  trick. if  it’s  not...  run  for  the  hills.  “eugh,”  grayson  hisses,  not  liking  the  idea  of  anyone  drinking  this  swill  much  less  her.

“if  you  feel  sick,  see  a  doctor.”  grayson  tells  her  with  a  little  more  authority.  his  eyes  look  at  her  hand  before  his  own  reaches  out  to  shake  it.  “i’m  grayson,”  there’s  that  little  factoid  he’s  known  but  hasn’t  mentioned.  I  THINK  YOU  KNEW  MY  MOM.  a  sort  of  warmth  crept  into  his  cheeks,  “yeah,  i  did.”  he  chuckles,  “it’s  a  pretty  small  town.  we  went  to  school  together,”  they  were  in  the  same  grade  throughout  their  school  years,  of  course  he  knew  her.  but  he  also  knew  what  her  favorite  color  was.  or  what  it  had  been,  when  he  knew  her.  had  it  changed?  grayson  knew  what  her  favorite  flower  was,  that  she  liked  wearing  high  tops  instead  of  heels  (  AND  HE  GETS  THAT,  HE  DOUBTS  HE’D  LIKE  HEELS  EITHER  ),  and  what  her  favorite  spot  was  in  town.  no  matter  what,  he  could  always  find  her  under  some  oak  tree  reading  some  book  in  the  warmer  days.  “i  was  sorry  to  hear  she  passed  away,”  in  the  fire  of  all  things.

he  had  once  had  the  notion  that  they’d  grow  old  together  and  kick  the  bucket  rocking  in  some  chairs  on  their  front  porch.  hail  hadn’t  the  same  meaning  in  his  head  as  it  did  for  some.  it’s  one  of  the  reasons  he  went  with  the  harder  thing,  why  he  left  in  the  first  place...  but  did  her  mother  ever  tell  her  he  had  asked  her  to  come  with  him?  begged  her,  promised  her,  loved  her.  in  some  way,  he  still  did.  he’d  always  love  her;  she  was  his  first  kiss,  first  girlfriend,  first  real  love...  you  don’t  just  forget  that  kind  of  thing  even  if  it  ends  horribly.  no,  in  some  strange  way,  it  stays  with  you  more,  longer.  haunts  you.

“i  don’t  have  a  lot  of  regrets  but  you  know,  hail  was  a  whole  lot  different  twenty  something years  ago.”  he’s  not  naive  enough  to  hope  it  changed,  “shit  happens,  right?  you  grow  up  and  move  on.”  but  god,  he  hadn’t.  no,  he’s  a  babbling  idiot  with  sheep  and  llamas,  and  chickens  and  ghost  cats.  

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bvrningmuses‌:           /        eloise.

she wasn’t good at this whole…LIVING on her own thing. lou moved out from her grandmother’s house after she’d found out that the elderly woman had known who her birth father was this entire time and had been keeping it from her. so when shit…almost quite literally started dripping from the ceiling she didn’t know WHO else to call. this seemed like a good job for a father who didn’t know he was your father. “well i mean…obviously the pipes are sick. seems like they could use a doctor…right? just…prescribe them some…antibiotics and be on your merry way?” she teased with the shrug of her shoulders, “i’m not sure what to do! i tried ignoring it but it seems like it’s just getting worse.”

his  eyes  squint  up  at  the  liquid.  it  looks  clear  but  it’s  also  looking  like  it’s  got  a  faded  yellow  tint  to  it.  “that’s-that’s  adorable.”  grayson  stammers  before  looking  back  at  her.  yeah,  he  knows  who  she  is.  it’s  awkward  as  hell  having  known  her  mother,  knowing  what  the  last  things  he  said  to  her  was,  spending  those  two  years  before  the  fire  avoiding  her...  switching  to  a  different  side  of  the  street  when  he  saw  her  coming,  hoping  to  get  out  of  the  spotlight  before  they  ultimately  collided.  god,  he  wished  he  hadn’t  now.  he  wished  he  had  apologized  when  he  could.  horrible,  horrible  things  had  been  said  but  he  hadn’t  meant  them.  they  were  spoken  out  of  anger  not  out  of  truth.  her  daughter...  he  guessed  this  is  some  kind  of  way  to  make  up  for  things,  somehow.  “ignoring  it  is  literally  the  worst  thing  you  can  do.”

     he’s  reminded  of  the  times  he’s  said  that  to  patients  and  he  snorts.  can’t  escape  it.  

“got  any  drano  and  a  wire  coat  hanger?  i’m  guessing  that  could  work.”  an  educated  guess?  not  at  all.  “are  you  hooked  up  to  city  water  or  well  water?  i  don’t  remember  if  the  town  switched  it  out.”  he’d  be  almost  right  to  assume  most  ground  and  well  water  was  contaminated.  “might  have  to  rip  the  ceiling  down  to  find  the  leak  ‘cause  that’s  definitely  a  leak.”  if  not  the goop,  the  ceiling  needs  to  be  redone  one  way  or  the  other.  “it’ll  mold  up  if  you  ignore  it  anymore.”

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dwcller‌:            /        larkin.

“Plummer, doc, cashier– whatever. Listen, I just felt that gunk drip on me– like splat on my doggone head, and I might’ve, kinda freaked, alright?” The catastrophe of a response nearly left him winded from how fast Larkin blabbered. “My fat thumb just hit whatever contact while I was prayin’ I ain’t livin’ in some Ghostbusters flick.”

ok,  ok,  he  kind  of  gets  that.  if  it  dripped  on  his  own  head  he’d  probably  freak  out  himself.  these  days,  a  lot  of  shit  sends  him  into  panic  mode.  he  swears  he  still  hears  steve  meowing  but  by  the  time  he’s  out  of  breath,  he  has  to  convince  himself  it’s  a  live  cat  and  not  the  ghost  of  his  old  pal.  sure,  there  are  worse  things  to  imagine  but  when  you’re  losing  your  damn  mind?  GHOST  CAT  IS  NOT  IT.  “it’s  probably  just  coagulated  water.  rome  wasn’t  built  in  a  day,”  grayson  chuckles  a  wheezy  kind  of  laugh,  “but  most  of  our  town  was.”  yeah,  grayson’s  the  kind  of   guy  to  giggle  at  a  funeral  and  swear  a  body  moved.  never  mind  medical  training  because  he’s  a  god  damn  nightmare  these  days. 

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it’s  no  surprise  he’s  a  total  failure;  though  not  for  the  lack  of  trying,  he  made  it  through  medical  school  and  became  a  doctor  who  came  home  to  practice  medicine.  he  was  great...  and  then  he  was  a  shell  of  the  man  some  used  to  call  doctor  wyatt.  “when  you  said  you  needed  a  doctor,”  why  him  of  all  people?  he  came  running  when  they  said  it  was  an  emergency,  “i  think  you  were  thinking  about  a  plumber.”  he  watches  the  goop  drip  down  from  the  ceiling.  “or  the  priest  from  the  exorcist.”  for  fuck’s  sake,  why  him  of  all  people?  there’s  a  reason  he  retired.

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wormrocks‌:            /        worm.

there’s music playing over the loudspeakers, worms notes, the pounding bass not close enough to overwhelm but still very much present. but they don’t mind it, the beat blurring into the otherwise still air as he considers the odds that he’d plummet backwards if he tried to climb the shelves to get to the last box of chocolate chip eggos. “you look like you have obnoxiously long arms,” they comment, staring down another shopper. “could you get me some eggos?” and seriously, fuck being short — what did they do to deserve this? 

the  music  is  shit.  grayson  equates  it  something  close  to  jungle  bunny  pop  elevator  music  and  as  tempting  as  it  is  to  jam  a  fork  in  his  ears  to  drown  it  out,  his  attention  is  captured  by  a  voice  asking  for  something.  what?  oh,  eggos. “i  was  told  they’re  normal  length.  you’re  just  pequeño.”  maybe  not  best  to  fuck  with  the  guy  but  hey,  he’s  got  nothing  better  to  do.  he  at  least  grabs  the  box  for  him  and  tosses  it  his  way.  he’s  not  a  total  asshat  even  if  there  had  been  a  small  part  of  him  that  wanted  to  pretend  like  he’d  take  it  himself  but  he  doesn’t  like  eggos.  if  he  fills  up  on  any  kind  of  bread,  it’s  hot  pockets  and  texas  toast.  “anything  else  before  extendo  arms  take  off?”

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bill   hader   /   male   —   ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ   ᴛᴏ   ʜᴀɪʟ,   grayson   wyatt.           i   am   sure   he   is   eager   to   return   to   their   home   in   paradise  park.                      the   40   year   old   music   store   owner   will   be   certain   to   shake   things   up.   

the  wyatt  family  wasn’t  originally  from  hail.  grayson’s  grandmother  settled  into  hail  six  months  pregnant  with  grayson’s  mother  with  no  father  in  sight  for  her – which  for  the  fifties  was  a  big  no-no  as  a  seemingly  single  twenty-three  year  old  woman.  back  then  her  baby  would’ve  been  considered  a  bastard  (  even  if  it  was a  girl  ).  it  was  rumored  that  agnes  wyatt  had  been  kicked  out  of  her  family.  disowned.  but  then  how  did  she  have  money  that  could  put  her  in  the  league  with  the  big  boys  in  hail?  everyone,  including  grayson,  has  wondered  but  no  one’s  ever  learned  what  she  did  to  get  the  money  that  had  built  the  wyatt  mansion  before  it  burned  to  the  ground;  or  even  put  him  through  med  school.  yeah  that’s  right.  ya  boy  went  to  med  school.

  he  even  finished  and  became  a  doctor.  what  happened?  the  fire  happened.  he  tried  to  help  the  injured  as  best  as  he  could  and  by  the  time  the  last  building  of  hail  had  fallen  he  had  realized  that  he  didn’t  want  to  be  a doctor  as  much  as  he  thought  he  had  which  meant  fifteen  years  of  his  life  wasted.

  he’s  a  prime  example  of  a  midlife  crisis  at  the  moment. trading  a  sure  career  for  a  lesser  well  off  career  of  opening  a  music  store  in  town  instead.

  whatever  didn’t  burn  aka  the  money  stored  in  a  bank  (  and  a  few  unknown  objects  )  outside  of  town  had  went  to  grayson  so  he  could live in  hail  or  some  better  off  place  but  he  lives  in  paradise  park,  something  totally  opposite  of  the  way  he  lived  before  and  the  reason  is …   he’s  not  so  reclusive  as  his  grandmother  was,  as  his  mother  had  become.  that  and  he’s  not  letting  money  influence  him  as  much.  you  won’t  catch  him  wearing  penny  loafers  to  anything  but  his  own  funeral.

   grayson  did  try  to  search  his  genealogy  once  but  met  a  dead  end. agnes  wyatt  hadn’t  existed  until  she  settled  into  the  town.  he  naively  thinks  she  just  created  a  new  life;  not  that  she  could’ve  been  running  from  something.

people he lost:

   he  lost  his  grandmother,  agnes,  in  the fire.  she  was  one  of  those  old  ladies  who  wanted  to  die  in  the  house  they  built.  he  pretty  much  hates  himself  for  pretty  much  not  getting  her  out  of  the  fire,  INSTEAD  choosing  to  work.

   steve.  oh,  steve!  he  lost  his  orange  tabby  cat  too.

   work  wise?  he  lost  more  than  he  was  able  to  save  which  probably  attributed  to  his  decision  to  quit  being  a  doctor.  he  remembers  their  names.  each  and  every  single  one  of  them.  often  enough  he  has  nightmares  about them.

connections?

   grayson  had  a  girlfriend  once.  they  were  both  from  hail  but  after  he  went  off  to  medical  school  they  lost  touch.  sure  they  loved  each  other  but  the  distance  was  just  too  much.  when  he  moved  back  to  hail  he  heard  she  had  a  kid  but  he  didn’t  really  piece  it  together  that  it’s  HIS  KID.

   anyone  over  the  age  of  thirty  probably  knows  him  whether  they  went  to  school  with  him  or  had  been  a  patient  before  he  quit  the  practice.

   people  he  chats  with  on  a  daily  basis  (  it’s  more  like  ranting  about  who  is  a better  artist  /  has  a  better  album  ).

   neighbors

   drinking buddies

   ???

steve’s  music  store

you  a  music  lover?  steve’s  got  something  for  you.  you  dabble?  steve’s  got  the  hook  up  for  your  musical  needs.  don’t  ask  for  steve  though  –  check  out  his  memorial  at  the  back  of  the  store  and  learn  that  steve  is,  er  was,  a  cat  that  belonged  to  grayson.

steve’s  offers  a  fine  selection  of  musical  instruments,  cds,  vinyl,  band  tshirts,  posters,  you  name  it.  if  you  need  it,  he’s  got  it  and  if  he  doesn’t,  he  will.

owner:  grayson  wyatt  /  other:  no  one  because  grayson’s  too  lazy  to  ask  for  help.

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Doctor Who | The End of Time pt. 1

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barry berkman in every episode → 1x02 // chapter two: use it

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Stay in that place.