Not personally. Professionally.

// LITERALLY I’VE BEEN WANTING THIS FOR ALL MY LIFE.

-SOBS AND FLIES INTO THE SUN-

bjerkthejerk

[[*casually makes au account or maybe starts a bunch of threads i d e k but I want it*]]

// Now I've a mighty need, GoddammitPayrick

bjerkthejerk

mcgivers replied to your post: // IF BJERK WAS A PROFESSOR AT HOGWARTS HE’D PROBABLY BE THE DADA PROFESSOR AND MARS WOULD BE IN HUFFLEPUFF AND AUDREY IN GRYFFINDOR AND BY HIS SHIT LUCK BJERK WOULD HAVE THE GRFFINDOR/HUFFLEPUFF MIXED CLASS SO HE’D HAVE TO DEAL WITH MARS INSESTENT AFFECTION AND AUDREY’S SMARMY COMMENTS WHILE HE TRIES TO TEACH THEM WAYS TO DEFEND THEMSELVES.

// MARS’ ONLY FOCUS WOULD BE TO GET TOP MARK ON HER OWLS AND NEWTS AND TO MAKE BJERK SMILE. LIKE, HER GOAL SINCE FIRST YEAR WAS TO GET HIM TO GENUINELY SMILE AND LAUGH IN A NOT SERIAL KILLER FASHION.

[[I NEED THIS SO BAD YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW. Omg he is quite Snape-like. I would also like to see him be really defensive of his house like what the hell do you mean this is a house full of sub-par wizards you wanna fucking go let’s do this I’ve got a fucking dark mark branded on my left arm I ain’t playin around.]]

// LITERALLY I'VE BEEN WANTING THIS FOR ALL MY LIFE.

-SOBS AND FLIES INTO THE SUN-

#ooc

Until we bleed | {McGivers}

librarianinspace

Audrey shot up from the chair, racing after her friend as far as the door. As they swished close after Marla, Audrey ran her hand through her hair, cursing and damning this whole situation. She let out a scream of frustration and kicked her desk before sinking into her chair. Hot tears raced down her cheeks as she let out another cocktail of exasperated sigh and tired scream. She was so tired. She had been tired for a long time.

Audrey felt a bottomless pit form in her stomach. Mars had always been the one to keep her line. The one to make sure she stayed sane. But now her very own personal ray of scatter brained sunshine had turned into a single minded storm cloud. She reached to her throat and began to play with her necklace. He would have known what to do, exactly what to do. He was always good at defusing their fights.

And suddenly, the pit in her stomach was filled to the brim with fiery anger. Shooting up from her chair once again, she stormed out to the library’s doors. Grabbing the frame on either side, she took a deep breath.

“Hey. Marla Ordanaith McGivers." She screamed out into the corridors, catching the attention of a few crew members in the process. She let go of the door frame and stormed out into the corridor. She stalked her way down the hall towards Marla’s room. She reached it and began to pound on the door with the side of her fist.

"Open the door Mars. Just talk to me. Look, I’m not going to say I’m sorry, because I’m not" a lie “and you know what, I think you’re handling this situation pretty horribly" a half-truth this time “and really-just-open the damn door Mars!"

#librarianinspace #untilwebleed

Marla stormed through the corridors, livid and positively murderous. Onlookers averted their gaze upon meeting eyes with the enraged woman. Her face was twisted in a deep scowl, brows furrowed and eyes lit with hellfire. Her hands were tightly fisted to the point where they physically ached from the tension.

“Hey. Marla Ordanaith McGivers." She resisted the ever tempting urge to throw her closest friend the bird from over her shoulder. The way Audrey's voice clipped upon saying her full name sent a strike of fresh anger bursting beneath Marla's skin. Part of her wanted to halt and spit a vicious "fuck off" in Audrey's general direction, but sense kept her walking.

She entered her room silently but when the doors swooshed behind her, an enraged snarl passed her lips. Marla flopped onto her bed face first and screamed bloody murder into the sheets. She could understand why Audrey would be worried. She would have been too, if their roles were reversed. But did she really have to be so damn insensitive about it? Sure, it had been a few months since it had happened, but everyone and their grandmother knew Marla was still raw with despondency.

Eventually her anger began ebbing away into a familiar emptiness. She was starting to regret storming out on Audrey the way she did. After all, the blonde was trying (emphasize on trying) to help. Marla remained face down in her bed, foolishness washing over her.

The pounding on her door didn't surprise her. She figured Audrey would come chasing after her eventually, it had only been a matter of minutes. She moved from her position, wholly ready to apologize, but when the doors swished open and Marla saw the anger written across her friend's face, another spark of vexation alit in her.

"I'm sorry, am I? Should I be prancing around, happy as a fucking child, Audrey? Is that how I'm supposed to handle a friend dying out of the God damn blue? Hmm?"

vulcansdoingthings

"There is only one thing for us to do, and that is to do our level best right where we are every day of our lives; To use our best judgment, and then to trust the rest to that Power which holds the forces of the universe in his hands." -Orison Swett Marden

"What? Not happy to see me? I'm hurt, babe."

"I just — I didn’t expect this. I thought you were, well, you know.”

#IF IT'S YOU #PLS TELL ME RIGHT NOW #OMG

"Hey, babe, long time no see. You're looking as fine as the day I left." - You know who.

"I’m… not too sure how to react."

// whAT IS HAPPENING RN. WHO ARE YOU. NOT SURE HOW TO REACT.

#SCREAMING FOR ALL OF ETERNITY

Grammy? | {dradriannamaccaspurren}

She raised an eyebrow. “Grandpappy?" She asked curiously. If they were talking about the same person, then well… He’d been called many things, but that was a new one to her.

She nodded, smiling at the expression on Adrianna's face. "Grandpappy. 'Bjerk the Jerk'. He doesn't exactly seem to like the nickname, but... I think it fits. He's a big softy and everything, so I didn't think calling him 'jerk' would make much sense."

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Grammy? | {dradriannamaccaspurren}

"I know the feeling," Dri gave her a sympathetic smile. “Doctor Adrianna MacCaspurren," she extended one hand to shake. “Yeah, he’s a little… well I don’t think he would have taken it well," she smirked. “Can I get you a tea or something?"

"MacCaspurren?" she questioned, shaking the other's hand, "so you're Grandpappy's girlfriend, then?" Oafish boyfriend, indeed. "No, thank you though."

Grammy? | {dradriannamaccaspurren}

Dri couldn’t help but laugh. It wasn’t funny for the other woman, but it was for her. “It’s fine, been a long day for you too?" She asked, taking a sip of her tea. "Besides," she shrugged. “It could have been worse. The…" What was he anyways? They still hadn’t made anything official, but for simplicity’s sake, "…boyfriend could have been here."

She sighed, nodding her head, "Very long day, indeed."The idea of walking in on a strange woman and her (probably) oafish boyfriend was enough to set Marla's features into a scowl. She was incredibly happy that was not the case. "Thank God, he wasn't -- not that your boyfriend wouldn't be a pleasant person to walk in on! Just that -- well, that would make this situation incredibly awkward..." a pause "McGivers -- err, Lieutenant Marla McGivers. Ah, that's my name. Not the Lieutenant, of course, that'd be my rank."

Grammy? | {dradriannamaccaspurren}

It had been a long shift in Medical. Some days were quiet, but this wasn’t one of those days. Her feet hurt, and she was exhausted. All she wanted to do was curl up with a cup of tea and read through some the latest medical journal.

However, the sudden appearance of a stranger in her quarters changed those plans.

"I think I should be asking you that," Adrianna replied simply, and she would have crossed her arms if it weren’t for the mug in her hands. “You’re the one in my room."

"I'm sorry?" Marla began, lifting herself into a seated position on her bed. In all truth she was baffled. After all, in wasn't an everyday occurrence strangers would waltz into your room unannounced. "I think you have it wrong. This," she gestured, looking about them --

'Oh'

"... is not my room." She ended with a squeak, shuffling hurriedly off the strange woman's bed.

Grammy? | {dradriannamaccaspurren}

Marla was in a particularly sour mood. She had been in a particularly nasty argument with Audrey. As usual, in the heat of it all, Marla got up and stormed away as she usually would. Usually it would make her feel better, being the bigger person and walking away but their argument had left a bitter taste in her mouth.

She rounded a corner, slamming into someone. 'Why is this always happening to me, as of lately.' Resisting the urge to shove the other person into a wall, she offered them a tight-lipped smile and a monotonous "sorry" and was on her way.

Moments later she arrive to (what she thought were) her quarters. She sighed with relief when the doors swished open and promptly flopped onto the bed face first. She began playing over the events that had just taken place. Why had Audrey been so -- "Ahem."

The subtle noise was enough to startle Marla out of her thoughts. She peered up at a strange woman -- 'Betazoid', she noted -- who was staring back at her rather expectedly. Marla raised a brow, "Erm. Can I help you?"