[claraluxx]

“𝓐𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓸𝓻𝓵𝓭 𝓲𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓹𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓫𝓵𝓮, 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓪𝔂.”

                                 Independent & Selective OC                                                 18+ for mature themes.                                         

[scxfieldtm]

Hi. I just took care of 25 patients all by myself for a whole 8 hours today. We don't believe in safe patient to staff ratios anymore. I know I have people waiting for replies but I am absolutely exhausted. 4 more shifts at this place and then I'm done!!

[falseleadered]

reblog this if on april fool’s, you’re accepting ic ‘pranks’ in your ask box. put ketchup in my muse’s drink, tie their shoelaces together, go wild. go crazy. have fun dealing with the consequences.

[mcavoy]

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

[mcavoy]

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

[mcavoy]

The person I reblogged this from is awesome as fuck.

[esausrpmemes]

Want to ship? Feel free to tell me straight off!

Yes, shipping does need chemistry between the two muses, but if you look at my muse and think ‘You know what, I’d like to ship my muse with theirs!’, feel free to tell me, even before we start threads!

I love having a direction/goal to work the characters towards – when I write fiction on my own, I like having goals and plot points, like romances, family and friend relationships, rivals and enemies.. why wouldn’t I like having the same with RP? RP is just collaborative fiction writing!

There’s no shame in liking ships, or even RPing for ships. There’s tons of people in the world who love to read romance novels, and no one tries to tell them that’s wrong or worse than liking mysteries, or fantasy adventure. Neither preference is wrong, it’s just that – a preference!

So please – if you want to ship, or work towards of ship, in any capacity : romance, family, friends, rivals, and everything in between – TELL ME! I’d love to see what we can come up with together!

[t-chambler-archived]

IT’S NOT ABOUT REVENGE, IT’S ABOUT GETTING IT DONE

about | laws | verses | ask

[scxfieldtm]

adoctorsafehaven‌:

The wind blew a light breeze across the evening sky as a black sedan pulled into a nearby driveway.  Leaves brushed with the wind,  almost as if they were dancing together to a soft ballad.  For a brief moment, Sara watched, not even realizing she needed to get the groceries inside before the perishables went sour.  Her earthly green eyes then drifted toward the house. Some lights illuminated individual rooms, which indicated that someone was home.  Shutting the car, Sara lifted her sunglasses over her forehead and placed them atop her head as she pulled the key from the ignition.  With her fingers, she pushed her long dark auburn hair behind her ear, tossing the car keys into her bag, which sat in the passenger seat.  For a moment, the young doctor fished through her brown colored purse for her phone.  ❝Where did I put it?❞ She murmured to herself, looking through every pocket and pushing things around to get to the bottom of her bag.

Finally, once she felt it under her makeup case, she pushed her bag back and brought her phone to her lap.  One new text.

LINCOLN Text Message

Sara smiled.

Pushing her finger across the screen, her eyes quickly read what he’d written her.  The two of them were trying to plan a surprise party for Michael.  Sara promptly replied back with a thumbs-up emoji before she arched her back to slip her phone into the back pocket of her jeans before pushing the door open and climbing out of the car.  She snatched her purse and left the driver’s door open before she headed over to the backseat. As she slung her bag over her shoulder, Sara grabbed the one sizeable brown bag of groceries, nudged the door closed with her foot and locked the car, the driver’s door now shut as she made her way to the porch of her house.

Her house that she shared with Michael.

A flutter within her chest caused her to blush when she stepped inside the foyer of their home.  ❝Michael?❞ Sara’s voice called as she made her way into the kitchen and placed the bag down on the kitchen island.  

Twisting her slim body around, Sara walked to the refrigerator and pulled open a door - she started to put the groceries in their respective places in the kitchen.

( @scxfieldtm​

The quiet of the house was a welcome change of pace from his previous life. A life that was full of chaos, manipulation, and hurt. Now his life was pleasantly peaceful, full of happiness, and his love for Sara has only grown. She fought so hard and never once did she give up on him. That fact that he was ridiculously lucky to have her despite all he had put her through was not lost on him, and he planned on spending the rest of his life making it up to her and his child that was on the way.

Michael’s hand moved with ease across the paper before him; flowing like he had never even spent a day apart from his passion. The sketch was only but the bare bones of a new Youth Outreach facility he was lending his talents to by creating the blueprints needed to move forward with the project. He leaned backward in his chair to take in the beginnings of his work; it was good, but not perfect, and Michael strived for perfection in everything he did. His fingers pick up the pencil once more to correct some work before he hears the opening of their front door followed by Sara calling his name. 

“Just a second!”

His hand slips into the pocket of his jeans to give one last look at the tiny box inside. Michael had hand designed the ring himself, with swoops on diamonds around the 3kt centerpiece diamond and along the entire ring itself. It had turned out almost as beautiful as she was. Michael knew nothing could ever compare to her, though. She was the love of his life. Carefully, he tucked the ring back into his pocket before making his way down the steps of their home and into the kitchen. 

“Hi, sweetheart.” his voice was soft, at ease, when he slipped behind her to wrap his arms around her in a hug and kiss her cheek. “I can put away the rest.” Michael had been waiting on her hand and foot ever since he had learned she was pregnant like she were some kind of easily breakable porcelain doll. He didn’t even realize he was doing it sometimes. It was just simply in his nature to protect who he loved and he loved her and their unborn child more than anything in the world.

[scxfieldtm]

“IT’S WHAT’S BEHIND THE EYES THAT COUNTS.”

RULES/VERSES

promo credit: @calcomms​

[wearealsoboats]

disgustingly cute domestic scenes to imagine your otp in:

getting slightly too drunk in the middle of the afternoon and slow dancing to dumb cheesy old music and kissing in a way that’s more laughter than actual kissing, mouths clumsy and hands gripping tight and sunlight slanting over them as they move lazily together 

curling up on the sofa together, feet tucked under thighs and arms around shoulders, watch the kind of crap tv that only airs at 3am because they don’t want to go to untangle themselves to go to bed

hectic mornings when they each need to be somewhere and they’re rushing around each other, ducking into bathrooms and bedrooms and kitchen cupboards, pausing to straighten tops and press kisses to cheeks

going through old photos together and collapsing into laughter every three pictures, and zooming in on ones where they’re pulling awful faces or ones that were taken at just the wrong moment

getting ready for nights out together, standing shoulder to shoulder as they brush their teeth or get their faces ready or style their hair, knocking elbows and hips as they try and hog more space

standing quietly together in the kitchen after long, exhausting days, leaning into each other for support, breathing in the smell of home, fingers carding through hair and stroking down spines, until they feel like they can relax and smile properly again

[scxfieldtm]

MAKE YOUR MUSE

Tagged by: @t-chambler

Tagging: @strcngwomxn @myranore @drecmcrcfters @mxndwitch @iupesc

[cutiepiesub]

Not to have a size kink but imagine being with someone who’s like practically twice your size, making you feel TINY

[scxfieldtm]

“We’re not BREAKING OUT of a Jamba Juice, gentlemen.”

[scxfieldtm]

you’re bleeding.

miscellaneous angst starters. [STATUS: ACCEPTING]

“I’m fine.” He never could admit when he wasn’t fine, but alas, a bullet to the left side of his stomach was quite the opposite of fine. He would most likely survive if he didn’t bleed out first, but he needed first aid to do that. He placed a hand on Aurelia’s shoulder as he to spoke to her, his breath was obviously labored. “I just need something to get the bullet out and stitch me up. What do we have in our bag?”

[scxfieldtm]

“I wanna be yours” (zo)

meme I don’t feel like finding

“You say that like I’m going somewhere.” Michael smiled as he pushed back a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear. “I’m right here... and even when I’m not... I will always come back to you.” His forehead rests on hers.

[rothelp]

miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.