#clinikill

[thrownstiletto2]

                                                   we had everything.                                                                   oh,  we were happy.

[nightsung-a]

@clinikill and i forever have reasons that we refer to ourselves as the actual ps writers

[whitfuljournalist]

THIS FAMILY . . . .     I SWEAR! 

malcolm || @brightprofiler || written by monroe!  dani || @detpowell || written by val! jessica || @thrownstiletto || written by zanza!  martin || @clinikill || written by glowstick!  ainsley || @whitfuljournalist || written by james! 

[agxntkeen]

henlo! i'd just like to take a second to say thank you so very much for all of your martin whitly gifsets they're so good and i always look forward to them after every single episode 🤍🤍

🥺🥺🥺🥺 this is such a sweet message omg thank you

I’m very glad you enjoy my gifs 💙

[fatalelity]

🍓 + starhand ✨

send 🍓 for good vibes!  / accepting  for @clinikill + @starhand !

you think you weren’t getting one? of course you are! okay, i won’t lie i’m still a BABY into the prodigal son series but god i do love martin and all of his unhinged nature. and from what i can see from you? i absolutely adore him and i can’t wait to catch up with the show and properly slide into your DMs like the gremlin i am. you’re amazing and anyone zanza writes with is automatically a fucking star so pls keep this gremlin of a man alive for us bc i love him and i love ur thought you put into him and the analysis and the writing 

AND NOW ONTO ZANZA 😼

idek where to start but god, i sure do love you a lot friend. i’m so proud of you for all your achievements, like genuinely. it’s like OH! ZANZA DID THAT! PROUD OF HER! god i just adore how much passion you have for all your muses? and the range you have in your writing? like how do you go from writing unhinged miss ainsley whitley to like actual fucking sweetheart arizona robbins just like that? we’ll never fucking know! 

i love how easy it is to bounce ideas off of you and how you’re genuinely one of the kindest people i’ve had the pleasure of knowing. like i’ve said before, i’ve literally followed probably every single one of your blogs since like literally early 2019... which apparently is a lot? but idk man, just been a zanza fan LMAO honestly your taste in tv? in media? literally impeccable. i’m so glad i met you and started watching both new amsterdam and prodigal son bc i sure am having a fucking blast

god i just love writing with you so much. like the way how your prose is both so easy to understand and follow and how creative, and thoughtful it is. i love how each of your muse (WHICH IS A FUCKING LOT BTW) has a distinct voice. you know how fucking hard that is? you know what kind of talent that is? if you don’t well - iTS A fUCKING TALENT and you should 1000% be proud of that, wear it like a badge and literally tell every writer you meet

i’m so glad we started talking because you’re genuinely so easy to talk to and you’re so funny, and kind, and just so thoughtful. like god, you just deserve all the best things and im so fucking proud of you for everything you’ve achieved so far and i’ll continue to be fucking proud of you for ur future accomplishments 🥰 💕 ✨

[brightprofiler]

hi momroe i just wanted to say ilu and that your portrayal is *chef's kiss* actual canon danger magnet with so much love and thought put into him

GLOOOOOOW. i haven’t logged in like two days and to come back to this is actually really lovely?? like wow. thank you so much . I LOVE YOU.

[detpowell]

henlo just stopping by to say ilu and thank you??? for blessing our dashes with the actual canon dani powell like wow how did we get so lucky?? 😭

sobbing !! !   thank you so so much ??   I mean, I’m following my gut when writing her, connecting what I see to my own headcanons.  Really really glad it resonates with those I write with !!  💖✨

[storiescrafted-a]

inspired by a convo i had with @clinikill​ like six months ago,  also titled:  hey martin why did you have to ruin this?

it’s uncanny   ---   her ability to wake up just as he gets home from work  every.  single.  time.   rubbing at one of her eyes,  jessica yawns as she steadies herself on her feet before heading out of their bedroom and down the stairs.  limbs are heavy and filled with sleep as she walks,  guided along with nothing but instinct.  she’s got to welcome him home.

jess doesn’t even know what time it is,  but it doesn’t matter much.  she’ll be asleep again a few moments from now anyway.  a sleepy smile and a contented sigh slip from her lips as she spots her husband in the entry,  bare feet carrying her to him.

god,  he’s warm.  and he’s got that smell....  she can never quite place what it is,  but it’s her husband.  it’s martin.  and that’s enough.  she yawns as arms wrap firmly around him,  her head resting sleepily against his shoulder.   “hi doctor whitly,”   jess murmurs softly,  pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek,   “missed you.”   when does she not?  he’s hers,  and she’s his   ---    forever.

“welcome home,”   she breathes in,  taking in his scent and his warmth.  it only solidifies how much she’d missed him.  she always does,  no matter how long they’re separated for.  it takes only moments for the pangs of love and longing to crop up,  which makes it all the worse when he’s working.  his busy,  beautiful,  big doctor job.  god,  she’s proud of him. 

eyes shut as she buries her head against his neck,  the feel of his beard against her cheek prompts another soft sigh as she feels sleep begin to overtake her once more.  hands clutch at his sweater,  breathing slowing as she mutters something incoherent.  his laugh is dreamlike as she feels him literally sweep her off her feet.  he’s good at that.   “love you,  martin,”   it’s quiet and heavy with sleep,  but she’s got to make sure she says it.  got to make sure he knows.

she’s married to the most perfect man on the planet,  so he’s got to know that she loves him   ---   all the time.  every day.  every second.  

thoughts become more incoherent as she drifts off happily,  glad to be in his arms,  glad to love him.  the last thing she remembers thinking as he carries her back to their bedroom is that nothing could possibly ruin any of this.