#makebrave

[shiftchange-moved]

[warplanetarchived]

📝 + non disney animation :)

my first roleplay blog ever was for jack frost from rise of the guardians so i bet i could try that again and not be as cringe as i was in late 2012...

[frthestars]

Aidan said to Samira, "you're imagining things."

Samira's lips press together. She's tempted to laugh; there's no reason to hold back.

In public, at a park of all places, Samira doesn't have patient satisfaction scores or a lurking admin to worry about. Not that Samira's one to disregard the patient experience.

The point is, she's in public on her day off. There's nothing and no one connecting her to the hospital. She can act how she pleases, and the habit to please, to smile politely and nod along isn't one she's quite broken free of yet.

"Sorry, sir." Samira doesn't smile, at least. "I thought you needed help, is all." // @makebrave

[allerdales]

"It's an excellent likeness."

a canon one-liner from Lucille, for Lucinda @makebrave

[librariantics]

⁀  ✉︎  ⸜  𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑡  .ᐟ   (   @makebrave   )        | | |   ⤷   i'm  not  sure  i  should  say  anything  at  all.   murderbot  !

𝐟𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐧  𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝,  mid-sip  of  his  lukewarm  coffee  and  leaned  in.  ❝  oh,  please  do.  ❞  he  set  the  mug  down  with  a  dramatic  flourish  that  sent  three  papers  and  a  suspiciously  looking  ancient  coin  skittering  off  the  table.  ❝  cryptic  hesitation  is  practically  an  invitation.  ❞

he  leaned  forward,  elbows  resting  on  the  table,  chin  framed  by  long  fingers.  ❝  so?  should  i  brace  for  a  cursed  revelation,  an  awkward  confession,  or  —  ❞  he  gasped  theatrically,  ❝  —  a  hidden  map  tattooed  on  your  back?  ❞  he  paused.  ❝  no  pressure,  of  course.  but  i  did  cancel  an  appointment  with  a  resurrected  egyptian  astrologer  for  this  conversation,  so  let’s  make  it  count.  ❞

[gobagx]

one sees a mouse and jumps into the other's arms as an instinct sorry cassie shouldve seen the rat

his  laughter  is  hearty  and  uncontrollable.  cassie  practically  leaps  into  jack's  arms  when  one  scampers  by  them  in  the  kitchen,  and  his  head  is  thrown  back,  amused  by  her  latch.  rats  don't  scare  him.  not  rats,  not  spiders,  not  clowns,  not  nothin'.  he  keeps  harrison  from  it,  but  continues  teasing  the  boy's  mother.  ❝  awww,  you  don't  like  my  buddy  here?  ━how'd  you  get  in  here,  huh,  fella?  ❞  her  bangs  are  mussed  so  jack  fixes  one,  then  sets  the  resident  back  down  onto  her  bare  feet.  ❝  don't  let  him  smell  your  fear,  cass.  ❞  quick  left  hand  snatches  the  furry  intruder  by  his  long  scaly  tail  and  his  right  cups  his  wriggling  body.  ❝  i'll  set  him  free.  any  last  words?  ❞  jack  asks  cassie  facetiously,  not  putting  it  near  her  face  because,  i  mean,  he  knows  they  have  diseases  and  he  doesn't  intentionally  scare  people.  but  he  moves  to  the  door  to  free  their  new  roommate.  ❝  say  bye,  harry,  ❞

[truthlie]

eurydice had wondered,  her first days back in hadestown,  when she would begin to forget again.   it happened so quickly the first time,  in what felt like a blink of an eye.   but although she struggles to recall the smell after a rainstorm or the feeling of wind whipping through her hair,  her name does not leave her.   nor do memories of soft music,  plucked expertly on a lyre,  as they sat together on the edge of a field.   the easy smile he gave her before he sang.   her orpheus,  caught between gods and men.

she sees @makebrave often.   more than any of the other people here do.   usually with persephone completing their odd trio.   (  or is eurydice more of a third wheel?  )   but the lady has departed for spring,  and so it’s just the two of them.   ' you let me keep him. '   a pause,  staring at him,  before she leans onto the table.   ' why? '

[defenseonly]

it’s the closest the pitt gets to a slow day,  and so daniel’s taken the opportunity to park himself in the break room.   his lunch is mostly untouched,  psychology textbook open to the section on theories of personality.   the MCAT is coming up.   he’s been taking every spare moment to study.   (  even with john’s pointed reminders to not overwork himself.   they’re in the goddamn medical field.   it kind of comes with the territory.  )   

daniel looks up at the sound of the door opening,  expecting to see robby or dana.   instead it’s cassie.   ' hey. '   he sits up a little straighter,  glancing over her shoulder. it still looks pretty calm out there. but looks can be deceiving.   ' you need me for something? '

@makebrave : starter call.