#smartmcuth

[starhaze-a-blog]

ALEX :    “    oh  come  on !    i  gave  you  the  room  key  before  we  left  the  freakin’  room !    ” JO :    “    no  you  didn’t !    did  you ?    ” ALEX :    “    you  do  this  all  the  time !    you  did  this  last  week  with  the  check  for  becky’s  piano  lesson .    what  is  wrong  with  you ?    ” JO :    “    i’m  sorry !    i’m  so  sorry.    ”

[lxstfights-blog]

“ you are my everything ” SUE ME OK

sweet nothing's meme || accepting.

         ❛ alex. ❜ the name is exhaled like a breath that had been held in for too long ;; the kind of sigh that she didn't know she was holding in the first place. the confession is vocalized randomly, catching izzie off guard. half-built gingerbread houses are perched on the dining room table, something izzie VERY stubbornly insisted on teaching him how to build ( because christmas! ), & her gaze shifts from the tiny edible house to him. ❛ you're mine too, okay? i love you. ❜ words spill out in a hushed whisper as if the reciprocation is some untold secret in mer's house. a pause is taken in between sentences to plant a soft kiss on the lips of the man sitting next to her. ❛ a lot.❜

         the blonde KNOWS alex isn't one to easily say how he feels, let alone to dwell on it. so, lips twitch into a delicate smile & she resumes her work of teaching him how to build a freaking gingerbread house. it was a blatantly implied fact that alex didn't ever really celebrate christmas growing up, & izzie wanted to make sure he got to experience it all now, even if he DID think it was dumb. ❛ alright, next you just have to make a door. —— i should probably mention that i hope you don't think we're actually eating these after. these are going on display in the living room so everyone can see our crappy little edible houses. well —— your crappy little edible house. mine looks GREAT. ❜ in a life surrounded by her own personal hell of eternal LONELINESS that felt as though it would never end, she is someone's everything. she is his everything.

[teenagemonarch-blog]

            “I don’t have a brain tumor, do I?” Apparently, if you think about fake-fainting during princess lessons to get out of said lessons for the day, it’ll actually happen. She doesn’t feel any pain, really, which means she didn’t hit her head on anything, which is both good and bad—good, because she probably doesn’t have a concussion, and bad, because if she’s cleared to leave, she’ll probably have to go back to princess lessons. Such is the curse of spring break freedom (or lack thereof). “Last week I saw this movie on Lifetime about this woman named Jodie Stanton who kept having fainting episodes and her doctor kept dismissing it as her not getting enough nutrients in her diet because she’s a vegetarian, and then they finally caught it when she got into a car accident and she only had a week left to live. That’s not going to happen to me, right?”

              Mental note for future diary entry: The only good things to come out of that exact scenario—no more princess lessons, and possibly Michael Moscovitz admitting his undying love for me.

@smartmcuth // starter call!

[ponytailmcgee-blog]

“ oh no, no, alex karev. “ a single finger raised to stop him right where he was. “ it’s going to take a LOT MORE than that to convince me. “ // @smartmcuth​ ♡’d

[glittcringeyes-blog]

“Are you Dr. Karev?” Gillian approached the man the nurse had pointed out to her. She had been called in to assist with a patient who was apparently a pathological liar, and who was also allegedly in a whole lot of trouble with the law. “I’m Dr. Foster. Gillian. I’m here to help with your patient, see if we can uncover the truth.” ( @smartmcuth ) 

[etchedinfire-archive]

          ❛ oh don’t act like you wouldn’t have done the SAME thing. ❜

@smartmcuth ❤’d

[lunarisitmoved-blog]

         ❛ I CAN’T  keep doing this with you, alex. i can’t go to work and pretend like nothing has happened. the whole hospital is TALKING about it now, people are picking sides. team jo or team alex -- and it’s not right. i never wanted it to be like this. earlier, before all this mess -- i said i couldn’t marry you. now looking at you, even if i could have married you, i don’t feel like i really know the man i would have married. the alex i loved would have never said what you said that day. you should have let me talk, let me explain -- but you lashed out instead because you wanted to hurt me and no amount of apologies changes that. ❜ 

@smartmcuth gets a starter.

[lxstfights-blog]

@smartmcuth

            ❛ —— they're PUMPKINS, alex, ❜ is vexed in pure exasperation as if that much wasn't obvious enough. (so what if she doesn't fully grasp the concept of rhetorical questions?) of course they're pumpkins   ;;   ones that she fully intends on spending the night carving with the man she loves. tawny hues BEAM her excitement, her entire physique TEEMING with pride. the house is decked out with jack-o-lanterns & knitted little ghosts hanging from the ceiling. she watches as he stands in the doorway & takes in the mess of halloween decor invading the kitchen. looking at it now, it DOES seem a little much, but she would never admit that. 

            lips curl like a wave half-furled & she ambles over to alex, her hands finding his. holidays are much too often disregarded by the surgical residents for izzie's liking. the mere thought of getting to spend a night with him made her heart race, & she so desperately hoped her plans wouldn't get shot down.  her dark hues search his for any sign of apprehension before continuing, tones jaunty & light. ❛ they're pumpkins, & you are going to carve one with me, & i am going to win. ❜ hovering her lips over his just so, more ivory is revealed slowly, playfully.  ❛ unless you’re too tired to lose. ❜