#mastermicd

[frthestars]

#a surprise starter for adri and addison, @mastermicd

"Oh!" Adri's voice is bright as the announcement goes over the hospital's intercom. "That goes on the bingo card."

And then she pauses, muscles stiff as she feels the weight of a gaze on her.

"Oh," now it's more of drawn out and dejected as she turns. Adri offers a smile. "Hypothetical - this would go on a hypothetical bingo card about what comes through the er. Hypothetical - because otherwise, it would be inappropriate and not worth a 50 dollar Starbucks gift card."

[fyrewalks]

"you don’t like me, do you?" // @mastermicd

"I think I'd like you shut up." The words tumblr out of Buck's mouth, harsh and unkind. Impulsive. It's a flash of relief, to have said what's been bouncing around his skull for the last handful of hours, only to be swallowed up by bitterness that accompanies realization.

"Oh my god! I - uh - I didn't, uh, mean it like that." Buck stumbles over his words, his apology awkward and not that great of one, either. He can feel the others staring now too. They're watching the spectacle, enjoying it probably, too. Dammit.

He takes a measured breath. "I'm sorry," Buck tries again. "It's been a long shift."

[krys4lis]

🎀 ➡ @mastermicd (blair waldorf): sadly, we're not kids anymore.

❝ that's exactly the point, b. ❞ there's a tinge of frustration shadowing the socialite's expression, feeling like her point got lost in translation and, ever since summer, she and blair kept passing eachother, like ships in the night. granted, serena and her search for her dad wild tour through europe were partly to blame for that, but she'd be damned if she didn't at least try to get their friendship back to their glory days now that she was back. ❝ we're not mandatorily seeing eachother every day on the steps of the met anymore. if we want our friendship to survive graduation, we're gonna have to put in a little extra effort into readjusting: y'know, find out what s&b looks like with you in nyu and me...i don't know, going from door to door job-hunting so that my mom doesn't disown me for deferring brown, i guess. ❞

[doctordonovan]

❝ i’d say we make a pretty good team. ❞ | ted

eyeroll is simply playful, as humorous as it is somehow entirely dry,  her own brand of warmth.    these days she is rarely any place for very long   -  post coma bouncing between universities:  always in a lecture hall,  always packing her next bag.    ( so if she occasionally stops for air,  to see people she hasn't seen in far too long...  who can blame her?  )   it's as close to being the person she was before it all as she can get.

❝ that's me.  professional cat-catcher.  honestly,   I should just drop the 'professor' and 'doctor' and just keep that.   cat-catcher donovan. ❞   hands are wiped on sides of jeans all the same,  brushing grass from where it still stubbornly clings to her still.  ❝ I'll send you an invoice, @mastermicd.  once I work out how much to charge for such services. ❞

[krys4lis]

✉️ ➡ @mastermicd (veronica mars), i broke my own heart 'cause you were too polite to do it.

❝ polite? now, that's a brand new kind of insult ― gotta give you extra points for creativity. ❞ there was undeniable venom sneaking into his words, cracking his devil-may-care facade with every second veronica stood in front of him, proudly indignant. WAS SHE SERIOUSLY SO DELUDED TO BELIEVE HE FORCED HER TO LEAVE HIM WHEN HE NEEDED HER MOST? ❝ you broke up with me, remember, v? i'm the one supposed to be stuffing my face in ice cream and spitefully ripping polaroids in half, not the other way around. besides, you and i both know that, ever since duncan started fluttering his pretty boy eyelashes at you, you were just waiting for an excuse to jump ship ― all i did was make that leap easier for you, wrapping my grieving in a bow and putting it on a silver platter you could self-righteously throw at my face. come to think of it, you should be pleased. but girls like you are never truly satisfied, are they? ❞ a low-blow, rooted in the fact that logan was still hurting, badly, even if no one seemed to acknowledge it. he had months of lies to reckon with, an accusation of murder to put behind him, and, on top of that, veronica's betrayal, the cherry on top being how much he missed her, despite her treating him like dirt and giving up on him like everyone else (starting with her new boyfriend). HE LOVED HER, more than anything. but what was the point in saying that now? she'd made it very clear, she didn't feel the same way, and the further away she was from him, the better, so why resist it?

[krys4lis]

starter for @mastermicd (brooke davis).

another day, another party to throw, crash and burn to the ground, in that exact order. the goal? that would be the unconscious pleasure of seeing the general tree h.ill crowd be as miserable as he was on a daily basis, even if just for five minutes, before the alcohol kicked back in. but hey, if they puked their misery all over his dad's precious collection of razzies awards, all the better.

but right now he was outside, toying with a very expensive bottle of scotch he'd stolen from aaron's special business meetings stash, amusing the idea of safely oversharing with a girl who wouldn't remember a single thing he said when she woke up hungover in the morning. ❝ in my personal experience, you're lucky you don't get to see your parents. at least that way you can go about your life without their hatred or their pathetic lies bringing you down ― i try to pretend every day i was born out of a bad yet hilariously funny batch of ether, but they make it virtually impossible for me to live out that fantasy with their incessant attempts at ruining my already bleak-at-best existence. ❞

[krys4lis]

✉️ ➡ @mastermicd (brooke), maybe i'm just not built for this.

❝ well, i don't believe that for a second. ❞ haley assures, chocolate brown eyes confidently looking into her best friend's: it was hard, watching brooke d.avis doubt her worth sometimes, even after all these years and the beautiful life she'd made for herself. but leaving haley's protective momma bear vein aside, brooke was human on top of being incredible, just like the rest of us, and it was human to second-guess ourselves and just how much we were able to accomplish from time to time ― leave it to a renegade foster teenager to boost that self-doubt to the maximum degree. ❝ if anyone can get sam's life on track, that's you, brooke, she's just...scared of needing anybody, that's all. SHE DOESN'T WANT TO GET HURT AGAIN, and while i know that doesn't by any means justify her actions or their consequences, i also know that's a feeling you can very easily relate to. so, take whatever disciplinary measures you see fit, and i'll support you 100%, but remember: her acting out is not a reflection of your ability as a mother. it just mirrors all the people she's loved and been let down by in a past before you. ❞

[fyrewalks]

❛ thanks for being here with me. ❜ // @mastermicd

Hen slides her menu to the edge of the table; she's been here enough times that she doesn't need it. Nor does she need Allison's simple thanks, but she appreciates it anyway. Both of their jobs, for all their differences, lend themselves to being forgettable - people rather thank god than those who worked hard to save their child or loved one; their faces fade away as relief or terror takes over when they update spouses and family members; they're small pieces of someone else's story. It's how it's meant to be, and yet - it's hard all the same.

"It was a nasty accident," she says softly. "I wouldn't want to be alone after it either." And, if she's honest, as much as the company is appreciated, sometimes Hen isn't immediately ready to return home to Karen, Denny, and now their baby girl. Sometimes, she needs a bit of time to gather herself up enough to face her family without the difficulties of her work clinging to her.