#nursejunedarby

[elitaxne]

nursejunedarby replied to your post: ♔. }        No one here knows what they’re talking...

June: *taking notes*

See, June has the right idea. Everyone should be following her example.

She gives REMARKABLE advice.

[wardogxicarus]

@nursejunedarby​ | Continued from [x]

(( Whisper Meme (Accepting) ))

“Like a one-night stand, huh?” She raised a challenging brow at Silas. “You sure you can’t stick around?”

Was she a little tipsy? Yes. Did she really care at that moment? No.

Silas’ condition was scarcely better. This was a historical habit of his, even during the days he went by Leland. In the face of a major victory (Aegis’ completion in this case), a night of drinking and wooing inevitably followed. 

“For a little bit longer, perhaps~ But I am a ghost.”

[pleasedontgethurt]

"Actually, the anon is right, Ratchet. Ice is put in a plastic bag, then wrapped with a cloth and held against a sore spot for about twenty minutes. It helps reduce swelling and numb pain."

Oh. Well, then.

“I... stand corrected, then. Thank you for your input, nurse Darby. I will put that information away for future reference.”

Humans. Can never figure them out.

“...I have to ask... is this a... common procedure? I just can’t fathom how it couldn’t possibly be potentially very harmful? You might as well have told me you use radiation as a form of therapy to treat something.”

Again, not that he cares. He’s simply curious, purely for professional reasons. 

[sunshinedbells]

@nursejunedarby has found Annabelle!

The girl peered up, hesitantly reaching out to tug on the woman's sleeve. "Pardon me miss...are you a vet?"

[ameasureofpower]

Friday at 2pm.

@nursejunedarby

At 1:20 pm he scrubs the smell of complex, foreign compounds from his skin and washes the gassy traces of the poison from his dark hair.

At 1:26 pm he does it again until satisfied that his natural musk and light pine cologne replace the gaseous stench of the mysterious essence his men had found out in the desert midst of charred metal and rubber shards.

At 1:34 pm he pulls on a pair of rusty-blue jeans and a soft, cloud grey shirt devoid of design save the black stitching across the hems. Methodically, he tucks the sleeves up past his elbows and fastens a watch to his wrist before he remembers, with sinking heart, the vicious, jagged scar running diagonal across the belly of his forearms. He debates on whether he shoud hide them or not.

He does not.

At 1:36 pm he looks into the mirror and catches his grey, dark circled eyes staring back at him like two pinpricks of light within a shallow tunnel. He looks down and away, unable to hold his own troubling gaze as he drags his hand across his recently and neatly shaved jaw and chin.

At 1:45 he is on the road in a borrowed SUV without stickers or much of a plate. Those whom must know, know where he drives, but the rest he keeps quiet least they pester him like the voices inside his head. "Go. Don't go. You'll hurt her. Go."

At 1:56 pm he parks behind the parlor and holds his head between rough hands. He is early, but not by much. There is still time to leave - time to spare himself the trepidation in her eyes when she sees the solemnness of his face, the thin but numerous white scars upon his lightly hued skin, and the darkness in the mind behind his gaze.

There is time to spare them both the lies he knows he will have to weave to save them from the prying eyes of wolves and dragons that will come once they sense her presence upon him.

Minutes to save himself from falling yet again.

A growl builds in the back of his throat as he forces his keys into his pocket and the car door to open. Principle and Dignity throw Fear to the floor and beat upon its wriggling form. He will not leave a woman waiting.

But that did not mean his mouth would not run dry as soon as he stepped into the ice cream shop's quaint dining area spotted with tables with chairs that came in pairs. Only two other patrons were there with him, engaged in their own private conversation. He wishes there were more.

Before him an employee calls out "hello", but her smile wavers as she beckons him, the stranger, away from the door. "Can I take your order?"

"In a moment," he answers, his voice both soft yet clear above the lively tunes playing on the shop's stereo. His fingers slip into the front pockets of his pants as he leans against an open wall. "I'm waiting for someone."

[screechingtires]

@nursejunedarby

Racing down the driveway and only slowing down once because of a stop sign, Smokescreen pulled up at the Darby house, beeping his horn insistently. While he didn’t tell Jack before hand that he was coming over, Smokescreen he could surprise the other and show up unannounced. He couldn’t remember the last time they hung out to just race down quiet streets of jasper. Maybe they would even run into Jack’s old rival and race him. That was always fun.

[helpersofindie]

Hello, I was wondering if you could help me find a live action FC for the character June Darby of Transformers Prime. Interested in actresses who can play 38-48 age range, dark hair and white. I've already tried Geena Davis, but she didn't match enough for me.

re: June Darby ask - also a younger FC who can pass for 20 would be awesome as well. Thank you! 

milla jovovich (43)

michelle dockery (37)

caroline dhavernas (40)

zooey deschanel (39)

jennifer connelly (48)

winona ryder (47)

angie harmon (46)

carla gugino (47)

for the younger fc:

kelli berglund (22)

ryan newman (20)

ariel winter (20)

noah cyrus (19)

bailee madison (19)

danielle campbell (23)

hope these help!

[anotherhumanpet]

@nursejunedarby liked the small starter call

“Oh.” Dennis mumbles to himself as he hears the familiar engine of the Darby car. He turns around on the couch, sitting backwards on it, and leans on top of the mezzanine's safety railing as June parks her car off in the corner of the Autobot base. “Hey, Miss D!” He waves to her as she exits the vehicle. “Jack isn’t here right now. He’s out on a mission with Arcee.”