[vaememes]

MORE QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ Why are we doing this again? ❜ ❛ Is this a bootycall? ❜ ❛ Did you really just ask me that? ❜ ❛ You don’t think I’m going, do you? ❜ ❛ What happened between you and _____? ❜ ❛ So, are you two dating? ❜ ❛ You think you control my life now? ❜ ❛ What did you do? ❜ ❛ How far along are you now? ❜ ❛ Was this your plan all along? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you just tell me? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you’re not keeping any secrets? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you’re telling me everything? ❜ ❛ Why would you even begin to think that? ❜ ❛ Did someone tell you that? ❜ ❛ What’s the time again? ❜ ❛ Are you ever going to come back? ❜ ❛ Wait, what? Where did you hear that at? ❜ ❛ Are you here to lie to me again? ❜ ❛ Did you really think that? After all this time? ❜ ❛ Why are you leaving me? ❜ ❛ Why should I believe you? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Do you really think I’m going to trust you that easily? ❜ ❛ You mean, you weren’t joking about that? ❜ ❛ Is that really how you feel? ❜ ❛ Do you remember anything, at all? ❜ ❛ How could you go behind my back and do that? ❜ ❛ You didn’t tell me about this? ❜ ❛ So, is there any exciting news to hear? ❜ ❛ You think I’m inclined to believe that? ❜ ❛ How long do you think I will wait for that happen? ❜ ❛ Why aren’t you laughing, was it not funny? ❜ ❛ Why are you staring at me like that? ❜ ❛ Are you okay? What the hell happened? ❜ ❛ Did you go somewhere else without me again? ❜ ❛ Is it you or is it me? ❜ ❛ You think I owe you an apology? For what? ❜ ❛ What did I ever do so wrong to you for you to hate me? ❜ ❛ Why do you hate me so much? ❜ ❛ What did I ever do to you? ❜ ❛ Okay, where is all this coming from exactly? ❜ ❛ Are you trying to break up with me right now? ❜ ❛ Is this part where we kiss? ❜ ❛ Are you trying to kiss me right now? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me by or not? ❜ ❛ So, are you in or are you out? ❜ ❛ Are we going to stand out here all night? ❜ ❛ You didn’t even bother to tell me about this? ❜ ❛ What else are you lying about? ❜ ❛ Are you hiding something for me? ❜ ❛ Did you even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ What are you doing here? ❜ ❛ You know you aren’t allowed in here, right? ❜ ❛ Did you kill someone? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you’re not hiding anything? ❜ ❛ What, you think this is some kind of game? ❜ ❛ What are you having doubts about? ❜ ❛ You don’t think we’re wasting time? ❜ ❛ Is that a threat or a promise? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you don’t kiss and tell anymore? ❜ ❛ What more do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What am I going to do without you? ❜ ❛ How long have you known about this? ❜ ❛ You’re not starting to like me are you? ❜ ❛ Is this your way of saying sorry? ❜ ❛ Who would buy that? ❜ ❛ You know, I don’t want to see you, right? ❜ ❛ Have you been drinking? Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ How much have you had to drink tonight? ❜ ❛ How’s that hangover from last night? ❜ ❛ Long night, huh? ❜ ❛ So, did I miss anything interesting? ❜ ❛ What are you watching over there? ❜ ❛ Who are you texting? ❜ ❛ Who’s got you smiling? ❜ ❛ You didn’t hear that? ❜ ❛ Is this a date or? ❜ ❛ Are you going to ignore me forever? ❜ ❛ How long before your silent treatment breaks? ❜ ❛ What can I do to make up for it? ❜ ❛ Will you please just talk to him/her for me? ❜ ❛ Are you here to apologize? ❜ ❛ Do you ever stop talking? ❜ ❛ Is that really still a thing these days? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me or with me? ❜ ❛ What was it like before she/he was here? ❜ ❛ Do you remember me at all? ❜ ❛ Are you in trouble? ❜ ❛ You’re not in any kind of trouble, are you? ❜ ❛ There was something you needed to tell me? ❜ ❛ Are you insulting me right now? ❜ ❛ Is that supposed to be some kind of an insult? ❜ ❛ You do realize you’re wrong, right? ❜ ❛ What’s so wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Is that such a bad thing? ❜ ❛ You’re not going to be sick again, are you? ❜ ❛ You really the police? Why would you do that? ❜ ❛ You really don’t trust me anymore? ❜ ❛ Aren’t we friends? ❛ Why do you always lie to me? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard to face the truth? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to tell the truth? ❜ ❛ Where do you think youre going? ❜ ❛ So that’s it then? You’re just going to walk out? ❜ ❛ Don’t you believe me? ❜ ❛ Do you love me? Do you even like me? ❜ ❛ What’s stopping us from being together other than you? ❜ ❛ How come it took you so long to answer? ❜ ❛ Why are you ignoring me? ❜ ❛ I thought we were friends, how could you do this? ❜ ❛ Are you really wearing that? ❜ ❛ You really think that will help? ❜ ❛ Do you ever think about us? ❜ ❛ Why are you standing on my porch in the middle of the night? ❜ ❛ Are you crazy? Have you lost your mind? ❜ ❛ What did I say? ❜ ❛ Why are you having such a hard time believing me? ❜ ❛ What’s your excuse? ❜ ❛ Did you think I wouldn’t find out? ❜ ❛ How did you find this out? Who told you? ❜ ❛ Are we really going to this stupid party? ❜ ❛ Why are you always so sad? ❜ ❛ Why do you care so little about everything? ❜ ❛ What was it like? ❜ ❛ Are you setting me up? ❜ ❛ As long as you aren’t setting me up for failure, okay? ❜ ❛ Do you believe in love? Do you believe in us? ❜

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musicalpersonas:

He knew that look. The one where she didn’t want him near whatever she was doing. He narrowed his eyes at her, giving Jordan his patented ‘try & stop me’ look. TC didn’t jump into action right away, though he knew time was not on his side. He watched the guy, took note of his movements. He wasn’t that quick, but he was fairly built. As he turned to look at the nurses, to yell at them to stop crying, he he decided to take his chance. He gave Jordan a look & a gesture, telling her to get out of the way when he got over there. He didn’t give her any time to argue when he came up behind the guy.

TC darted to the side & pushed his arms up, getting the gun out of the way. He tried to grab at the guy, to get him in a hold, but he was too strong. Instead, the two of them grappled with each other while TC tried to knock the gun out of his hand. Unfortunately, that bit of fighting caused the gunman to fire. It only angered TC more than he was already. So much so that he headbutted the guy & caused him to disorientate for a few seconds. He used that to get the gun away from him, knock him on the ground, & start to beat his face in.

Please, just get security. The silent plea runs through her mind, hoping that TC makes the right choice. No one is in immediate danger - he wants a hostage, not people dead. There was time for security to come, to deal with this. The guys yells at the nurses, Jordan flinching at the harsh tone, taking another small step in front of the others. She’s about to open her mouth, to say something to give them more time, but that expression crosses TC’s expression and her blood runs cold. 

It all seems to happen at once; TC rushing the guy, shoving his arms up. Jordan half expecting the gun to go off from the action. “TC!” It’s all limbs and grunting, and while Jordan dares not take her eyes off the pair, she at least has the capacity to usher the nurses out of the room and out of harms way. The gunshot rings out then, sending shockwaves of fear through the brunette. Spinning, she’s terrified of what she’s going to see, but they’re both still standing. That is until TC knocks the guy down, straddling his chest, fists flying at his face. “TC! Stop it,” Feet cross the floor in record time, fingers grabbing at his scrubs. “Enough!” 

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tostxyalive:

“NO,” Clarke yelled instinctively, immediately regressing, sinking back into herself. “Please, you can’t call the cops, if they find out where I am or that I went to the cops… I don’t know what they would do. I just need your help, okay?” Clarke couldn’t help the fear engulf her mind, her hands began shaking, though the blonde tried to make them stop.

A hand came out to steady the blonde’s arm, lest the wound start bleeding again. “Okay, okay. No police.” At least not until Jordan understood exactly what was going on. “Let me fix your wound, alright?” That was a middle ground, something that needed taking care of now. Then they could sort this out. Jordan’s eyes were soft, reassuring. 

[fracturedportrait]

“ No its fine — ” it was a knee jerk response as she knelt - pausing to pick up her phone, a furrow bringing a sharp line between her brows as she rose, noticing what was the slightest fracture on the left edge of the screen – she couldn’t help but LAUGH, the sound more self - deprecation than it was blame. “ It … was not like I knew how to use it anyways - ” she kept her gaze on the phone for a moment longer before uniquely colored eyes flicked upward - regarding the other woman with a curious head tilt - a rising of dark brows.

 “ You smell like … BLOOD - ” the words slipped out before she could stop them, the night had been long for the vampire as well, long & very dry … Gaze dislodged & she ran a pale hand through raven locks - now was her turn to be embarrassed. “ T - That was strange of me to say & now I must APOLOGIZE … I think its been a long night for me as well … What a pair … ”

@midnightscrubs from x

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There’s a small sigh of relief at hearing the phone was alright. Despite being a doctor, Jordan isn’t made of money, and things like a new phone were out of her league. Though, if the woman’s phone had been damaged, the brunette would have found the money to replace it, of course. 

She’s about to open her mouth to say that she’s glad it’s okay when the strange comment is thrown her way. Brows knit as Jordan wonders how much she must smell for someone to be able to pick up on it. “Um...” For a moment, she isn’t quite sure what to say, though an explanation is clearly needed. “I’m a doctor, I work in an ER. I usually shower after my shift, but...I was going to wait until I got home.” The night had been a slow one, and Jordan hadn’t felt the need to shower when she’d changed out of her scrubs. A decision that seemed to be a mistake. 

[armouredsheep]

[musicalpersonas-deactivated2019]

【 @midnightscrubs 】

❝ Hey, I’m feeling the midnight oil burn. I’m going to get some coffee. I’ll find you later so we can talk about that game more. ❞ TC waved a bit at Kenny as turned away, in need of a pick me up. Admittedly, he probably needed a few cups. Sleeping had been hard for him lately, leaving him feel the deficit at work. As he headed to the lounge, he could tell something was up. Everyone was staring towards the room. Instinctively, he pushed himself flush with the wall as he got closer. With a practiced motion, he peeked around the corner inside the room.

Jordan was standing there, a gaggle of nurses against the wall in the back, with a man pointing a gun at her. ❝ Come on, let’s go. You’re either coming with me or I’ll kill you. Your choice, but one of the doctors in this hospital is coming with me. ❞ TC ground his teeth a bit, trying to decide how best to handle the situation. For now, he decided to try & at least make sure Jordan knew he was there. He poked his head out a bit more, hoping it was enough for her to notice.

[midnightscrubs-blog]

Things had been slow --- a word that no one in the ER will say, but something that they were all enjoying. A car accident earlier in the night was the biggest thing they’d had to deal with, and having finished stitching up a patent, Jordan followed a few of the nurses into the lounge, intent on grabbing something out of the fridge. Two cups of coffee already downed, Jordan needed some proper sustenance. Though turning down a third cup when Jocelyn asked was harder than she’d expected. 

She was bent over, reaching for something in the fridge when she realised the chatter had gone silent. Glancing over, Jordan noticed the nurses all focused on the door, fear clear in her faces. Head whipping around, the brunette’s gaze landed on a man --- a man with a gun aimed into the room. “Whoa, hey.” Straightening, Jordan held up her hands, though even as she did so, she took a defensive step in front of the nurses. “Can I help you?” 

The angry yell that answered her demanded a doctor, Jordan quickly offering up that she was one, doing to best to keep the focus on herself. “What can I help you with? Are you hurt?” An answer she doesn’t get, the gun waved at her again, demanding that she come with him. To where, she doesn’t know. But it’s not something she wants to do. Something caught her eye behind him, and Jordan’s jaw clammed as she noticed TC. Please no. She didn’t want him anywhere near this. 

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musicalpersonas:

The fact that his attempt at getting Jordan in bed with him failed didn’t really register with TC. He seemed to pout a little bit, but he was mostly out of it with how much alcohol he had consumed the night [ multiple nights ] before. He was almost asleep again by the time she reappeared, pushing the glass into his hand. Drunk as he was, he figured it was a free round. He sat up a bit to take the water & chug it as if it were a cheap beer he’d rather not taste. By the time he emptied the glass, he had a look of hurt emotions.❝ Aww, it’s not beer… Jordan, why isn’t it beer? Did I get cut off?❞ He looked up at her with blurred vision, pouting again.❝ I miss you, you know. I fucked up, bad. That’s my fault. But I still love you, beautiful.❞

“Yeah, you did.” It’s easier to go with it, than explain things, since she’s certain nothing will sink in at this moment. At least he drank the water - that will hopefully help. If not immediately, in a few hours. When the pout hits his lips, Jordan lets out a sigh, sitting back on her heels, giving herself some space. “It wasn’t just you.” She murmurs, gaze dropping, knowing that she can’t let him think that, even if this conversation probably won’t be remembered later. “We both -----” Made mistakes, have regrets. Some things, however, can’t be fixed. And Jordan suspects that their relationship is one of those things -- though it pains her to realise that. 

[nellcrain]

FANGIRL CHALLENGE [1/50] Female Characters ~ Jordan Alexander

“We needed Dwayne alive. We need Topher alive. And all of those people out there that did nothing but got themselves caught in an explosion? They need to be alive, too. So he can wait behind the rest of them.”

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tostxyalive:

Clarke stared at the woman, afraid she wouldn’t be able to trust her. “I didn’t fall, someone attacked me, when Iwas walking home from my job at a bar. I stabbed him after he cut me, but he yelled that he would find me as I ran away. I just need a place to stay until I know I am safe, could I stay with you?” She winced at the pressure she held on her wound, nervous the other wouldn’t believe her.

When the blonde admits that someone attacked her, Jordan’s eyes come up, suddenly serious. “Did you call the police?” Because if Clarke hasn’t, Jordan will have to - an attack, she has to report. Perhaps the police could find him, whoever had done this. “Of course, the ER is safe, no one will hurt you here.” Usually with an injury like this, Jordan would treat and discharge the patient, but Clarke is more than welcome to stay. It’s not busy, and Jordan can keep an eye on her. 

[midnightscrubs-blog]

so i got bored and made an alice blog. she’s over here if anyone would like to follow. 

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tostxyalive:

Clarke smiled up at the nurse. “Thanks you so much.” She looked down, nervous of how the nurse may react. “Can I ask you something…?” She watched the nurse, noticing how much blood was staining her clothes. 

“Of course.” There’s no hesitation in her answer as she gestures for the blonde to hold pressure on the wound. Jordan moves to prepare a local anaesthetic, collecting the things she’ll need to stitch the wound closed, bringing a stool over to sit in front of Clarke. 

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tostxyalive:

Clarke smiled up at the nurse. “Thanks you so much.” She looked down, nervous of how the nurse may react. “Can I ask you something…?” She watched the nurse, noticing how much blood was staining her clothes. 

“Of course.” She doesn’t even need to think about that answer, though Jordan indicates for the blonde to hold pressure on the wound for a moment. Moving to the cabinet, the brunette put together a local anaesthetic, and grabbed what she needed to stitch the wound. 

[firefiightcr-a-blog-deactivated]

❝ Hey doc, there was a little girl that our paramedics brought in. I think she said her name was Aubrey ? How is she doing? ❞  // @midnightscrubs

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The name didn’t ring a bell with Jordan - she hadn’t treated the girl herself, hadn’t learned her name. But the description was familiar; there had only been one girl brought it by paramedics so far. “She has some pretty severe burns to her hands,” While she may not have treated the girl herself, Jordan knew who came through her ER. “And we treated her for smoke inhalation.” 

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hunterofapurpose:

❝ I would really appreciate that. I got myself turned around so many times just trying to find you. This place is huge. I mean, I thought Loyola was big but half of it was a school really.❞ She adjusted the bag on her shoulder, not exactly heavy but after an hour of lugging it around the hospital it felt like a million pounds. She also relished the chance to get to know her boss better, to understand a bit about the woman she had heard so much about. Jordan was the reason she was on the night shift, not including that she was a natural night owl anyway.❝ Is the coffee here any good or am I going to need to bring in a supply every day?❞ She smiled, trying to make conversation as well as a genuine inquiry. She needed coffee like she needed air if she was going to survive being a doctor.

“Well, our ER is the only operating trauma center in three counties - a blessing and a curse.” It meant when things went wrong out there, they were the first responders. But it was also great for their ER, since it kept them running even then other ERs were starting to cut costs and close their doors. She ducked down a hallway, leading the other woman towards the locker-room on the far side of the floor. A chuckle left her lips at the question, side-eyeing Cecilia. “There’s a coffee cart around the corner. If you befriend one of the nurses, they will sometimes fetch you some.” Something Jordan suspects the younger doctor may struggle with. 

[jillflintdaily]

Jill Flint as Jill Casey in Royal Pains | Doubt of Africa (8.04)

[kamiusings]

SHORT STORIES, my favorite kind of poetry ( meme ).

SIX WORDS .

❝ i heard you were doing good. ❞ ❝ you don’t grow your horns overnight. ❞ ❝ i promise, it gets better eventually. ❞ ❝ & we never talked after that. ❞ ❝ am i really, truly, that unlovable? ❞ ❝ don’t talk like you’re coming back. ❞ ❝ my most dangerous habit is trusting. ❞ ❝ we’re made of stars & stories. ❞ ❝ you didn’t have to do that. ❞ ❝ everything is poetry when you’re drunk. ❞ ❝ did i mean anything to you? ❞ ❝ real feelings don’t just go away. ❞ ❝ you came & changed the weather. ❞ ❝ when can you just be mine? ❞ ❝ there was no love, only lust. ❞ ❝ darling, stop wishing on dead stars. ❞ ❝ art is another form of screaming. ❞ ❝ silence is the most painful goodbye. ❞ ❝ what the fuck did you do? ❞ ❝ i’m drunk, dizzy & missing you. ❞ ❝ kiss me like you’re losing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t feel like smiling today. ❞ ❝ not all good people are innocent. ❞ ❝ we’re a disaster in the making. ❞ ❝ some things are better left unsaid. ❞ ❝ we really should’ve talked about it. ❞ ❝ i’m so glad i met you. ❞ ❝ i wish i knew you earlier. ❞ ❝ i fucked (pronoun/name) to our song. ❞ ❝ i dreamed of you this night. ❞

TEN WORDS .

❝ you saw the messed up parts of me, & stayed. ❞ ❝ all i’ve ever wanted was for someone to save me. ❞ ❝ since you left, i have no one to talk to. ❞ ❝ i apologize for the nights in which i cannot breathe. ❞ ❝ everytime i look at you, i want to kiss you. ❞ ❝ we said no strings attached but now we’re in knots. ❞ ❝ there’s a difference between missing someone & missing having someone. ❞ ❝ for which f are you drinking? fuck, forget, or fun? ❞ ❝ my biggest mistake was thinking i could live without (pronoun/name). ❞ ❝ whenever (name/pronoun) rose to kiss me, i fell even more. ❞ ❝ i wish that ‘goodnight’ was followed by ‘i love you’. ❞ ❝ let’s smoke a pack of mentholds & talk about love. ❞ ❝ your deep, sleepy voice makes me feel like i’m okay. ❞ ❝ i read both of our horoscopes looking for an answer ❞ ❝ reality is the absolute last place i want to be. ❞ ❝ i didn’t expect that drunk kiss could mean this much. ❞ ❝ all i need is a late night drive with you. ❞ ❝ feeling pain is nowhere near as terrifying as feeling nothing. ❞ ❝ your eyes are the color of summer fading into autumn. ❞ ❝ you are the warmest home i will ever, ever find. ❞ ❝ the world is less scary when i am with you. ❞ ❝ i still can’t tell which of us was the victim. ❞ ❝ i just need an excuse to hang out with you. ❞ ❝ your expectations for me have been set way too high. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to feel this way about anyone else. ❞

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musicalpersonas:

❝ Aw, babe. Don’t be like that. Let me love you… ❞ He didn’t really register that she said anything besides his name, that & she moved his hand away. He turned onto his side & gently reached out for her, only to get a hold of the front pockets of her jeans. ❝ I missed you. Bed’s been cold without you. Let me make you feel good, hmm? ❞ He was definitely more than a little drunk as he woke up more, smirking up at Jordan through mildly blurred vision.

She staggers a step forward when he pulls her in by her jeans pockets, the weight of his arm still enough to move her even of the muscle behind his arm wasn’t working at its peak. “TC,” Lips purse, unhooking his fingers from her, letting his arm drop, hoping it might wake him up a bit. “Where have you been?” She mutters, mostly to herself now, since it’s clear he’s less than coherent. Shaking her head, she leaves him for a moment, returning with a glass of water, which she’s hoping will help. “Here,” Crouching down, she tries pressing it into his hand.