outsystems

i lived a lot of my life already , but i gotta get through the rest

[outsystems]

      …  lived  a  lot  of  my  life  already,  but  i  gotta  get  through  the  rest

𝗼𝗎t𝙨𝘆𝙨t𝗲𝗺𝙨  ⋯⋯  oc  multi - muse  written  by  AXEL  (  29  /  they  /  est  ).  friends  &  friends  /  mutuals  of  friends  only!

    ( sometimes ) also found at @overduerevival, @linelaeder, @alreadyboring

[dvstbvnnies]

charlie doesn't know how many times she has to, not just request, but demand the use of helmets. she's got a brow raised, hands having long made their way to her hips, as she watches him. he's fumbling, and if she found him any less endearing, she'd have roasted his ass on a spit.

her lips press together and she shakes her head. "you're such a liar. put a helmet on our kid next time or i'll kill you."

[outsystems]

the longer he babbles on, the more it slowly begins to dawn on him that it's absolutely not working. you would think a guy who's been making up safety equipment excuses this long would be better at it. probably something to do with the lack of helmets. at least he's learned it's better not to try and dig himself a deeper hole, something between guilt and resignation crossing his face as he nods. "yes ma'am, will do." now whether that will last...

"if it helps, she didn't fall or crash all day. she's getting good balance, real coordinated."

[inflights]

they've been sitting in silence for what feels like an hour now — briar went out to go sell some poor high schooler oregano and cinnamon sticks, and on the way out he left this thing here. ugh. " come here. quickly. i need your autistic little boy brain. " her voice cuts through the silence from her place on their couch, dry and demanding as usual; esmeralda is aware he's more of a tech guy than a dinosaur guy, but she also knows @outsystems (arin) would never miss a chance to critique her. " i'm doing paleo art. does this look weird to you ? "

[outsystems]

he doesn't have any sisters, but arin assumes it's kind of like having esme around. likes her fine enough. likes tap dancing on her last nerve even more — it's fine, it's mutual, his nose crinkling at his summons. "i'm taking that as a compliment and your way of saying i'm soooo smart and helpful. you're welcome." she would absolutely rather die than say either. he drags himself up off the other end of the couch and over to her side to peer over her shoulder, taking his time turning his head this way and that like he actually knows the first thing about art and what he's looking for. and all he can come up with? "needs to look more a chicken." whatever that means. you tell a guy birds are related to dinosaurs one time... "or maybe an emu. s'pose emus are just chickens with a basketball scholarship. but y'know." no, actually, nobody does. "looks cool otherwise though."

[outsystems]

i like him (toby)

[outsystems]

bt anyway. i had a brain blast today.

[outsystems]

you know whats funny about this is that i entirely forgot about east of eden existing at all until like 2 weeks after i posted this like oh yeah this wasnt clinically insane of me was it

anyway im still thinking.

[dvstbvnniess]

* / for my angel, @outsystems

"spence, i just think it's funny how..." oh, he's in big trouble, "the picture you posted of our daughter earlier... she doesn't have her helmet and pads on."

[outsystems]

in his defense, he did try. it just doesn't work very well when the only times the girls ever see him wearing his own ( conveniently forgotten in the car this morning ) are when it's mandatory. so when he's competing or mom is nearby. wonderful example, he is. "she didn't?" making it sound like news to him, instead of using one of the many excuses that would make him sound a little more responsible. "oh, you know what happened? i let her take 'em off to cool off, i made her put them back on after i took a couple pictures."

@dvstbvnnies

[outsystems]

carrd is OUT, neocities site i can reduce reuse recycle ad infinitum is IN

[outsystems]

i love knowing how to code i can just make whatever the fuck i want. feeling too restricted by the traditional ways people make their rules/muse pages/whatever the fuck? website from scratch about it.

[enamortes]

it's hard— much harder than rowan ever thought it could be. of course, no one had ever said med school would be easy, but what he didn't expect, more so than the grueling hours and the on-the-spot teaching principles of the instructors at ptmc, was the inevitable toll it took upon himself. regret, disappointment, overthinking: all pillars of the mental whirlwind the student had only skimmed the top of. " i just don't know if i can do this, " he murmured, half to himself, embarrassment suddenly seeping in the moment his own admission hit the air. " maybe i'm just not for... this, i guess. i don't know. i'm sorry, sar— dr. heroux. i haven't made, uh... made many friends yet, either. "

[outsystems]

she's heard that one before — from med students, the odd nurse, doctor, her own husband. hell, sarah has been the one going home at the end of a particularly rough day just to tell aksel the same thing. and she tells rowan the same thing they both always say, "that means you're the kind of person this place needs. you've worked hard to get here, it would be a shame not to put it to good use." empathy, not seeing oneself as infallible, willingness to look for guidance — all things she's noted in her coworkers that good at their jobs and aren't insufferable to be around. "you don't don't have anything to be sorry for, that's what i'm here for." she tilts her head to catch his eye, gives him a small reassuring smile. " you know, i think i know a few people you would get along with, if you'd like."

[outsystems]

bt anyway. i had a brain blast today.

[outsystems]

here u can have this and this and this tide urselves over

[outsystems]

bt anyway. i had a brain blast today.

[outsystems]

one of these days. i'll sleep like a normal person. and have two brain cells to rub together.

[outsystems]

you were the only person i could go to. (rowan to pitt!sarah)

she has a real soft spot for the interns, new residents, anyone who happens to find themselves tossed into the lion's den. hard not to, given the chaos she walks into every time she comes down to emergency. "i've got time and never said i'm only here for the kids," she nods, tucking the notes that need logged later for the appendicitis kid in north 3 into her tote bag and leans into the nurse's station counter. never one to back down from an impromptu therapy session, seems like. "rough day? want to talk about it?"

PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS

[outsystems]

neopets is making me do wretched little jigsaw puzzles for its wretched little plot on its wretched little slow ass website

[outsystems]

“i see right through the act.” -addie & drew!!

"i got no idea what act you're talking about." in the sense that he has many, and enough of them are similar enough that it can be kind of difficult to pinpoint which one he's on, maybe. must be where rory gets it from. it's the one where he's a competent, literate adult who knows how to work a screwdriver this time, for the record. "i know exactly what i'm doing all the time. i'm just making sure the instructions are right." wrong again! glances up from said instructions, same ones he had upside down five minutes ago, to playfully flick one of the little ... plasticky wooden dowel things. whatever they're called. off in addie's direction. of course then what he's been looking at clicks into place. "actually can you give me that back, i think i need it."

RANDOM INSTIGATIVE PROMPTS.

[outsystems]

who wants to write w me after i get home and make/eat dinner and do my nightly neopets and geoguesser ritual (so like 3 hours from now)

[outsystems]

i accidentally lied, i got home and ate late, but i'll be here tonight i promise for real this time:3

[outsystems]

who wants to write w me after i get home and make/eat dinner and do my nightly neopets and geoguesser ritual (so like 3 hours from now)