#tb.

[ebaderfms]

@blythstcm

[i-can-invent-too]

I wrote a poem for you:

Tennis Ball, bright in lemon-lime,

Thinks in gears and graphs and time.

Tiny legs and careful pace,

Quiet wonder on his face.

While louder voices race ahead,

He builds inventions in his stead.

Magnets, gadgets, plans precise,

Crafted patient, calm, and nice.

Beside Golf Ball, through every fight,

He keeps her wild ideas in sight.

Not as bossy, not as proud,

Yet brave enough to speak aloud.

Though called clumsy, small, or weak,

There’s hidden strength in those who think.

For every spark inside his mind

Leaves brighter dreams for all to find.

And when the challenge seems too tall,

Hope still rolls with Tennis Ball.

A gentle nerd with heart sincere,

The kind of friend you’d want nearby and near.

Whoa! T-thanks!

//this is really good! Nice work!

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@iridcsccntt / taren & harper.

both of them are in desperate need of a night out — that's at least what taren's telling herself to justify the absolutely rancid behavior she's almost sure to display tonight. work has been shitty. truthfully, work is almost always shitty, but it seems like they've been getting an influx of absolutely moronic patients at the harbour lately and taren is specifically tired of getting forced down to the ED for general cases when all she wants to do is repair heart valves and fix pulmonary embolisms. is that truly so much to ask?

apparently, the answer's yes, so she's more than ready to blow off some steam by the time she's done applying her makeup haphazardly and putting on a slutty top with the first pair of pants she finds. immediately she clocks that there's a stray bottle of tequila on the counter, and taren obviously assumes that was harper's doing. "oh fuck no, i'm not doing shots tonight." even as the words come out of her mouth, she's side eyeing the bottle and thinking 'okay fine maybe one won't hurt,' but harper distracts her from that potentially destructive way-too-early-in-the-night decision when she comes out to the living room. "is that your outfit?"

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@vitalsgns / taren & hollis.

this is fucking stupid. that's the only thing running through taren's mind as she walks through the hospital's doors, scanning her badge and scowling at the security officer who's literally just doing his job — but she's pissed off. this isn't the first time she's been late to work, far from it, but it certainly ranks in the top five shittiest mornings of all time. the subway isn't running so she'd walked twenty blocks to the hospital, spilled her coffee all over her when some asshole knocked into her, and for the grand finale — a bus sprayed dirty puddle water directly at her. so she looks like shit and desperately needs a shower, but she's scrubbing in on a valve repair in twenty minutes and there's simply no time.

it's hard to ignore the looks taren's getting as she stomps through the halls, but finally she manages to get out of the crowd and of course the only other person in the locker room is princess hollis westbrook. gag. a snarky comment lands on the tip of her tongue the second the blonde comes into view, but taren checks herself — and it's the hardest thing she's ever done. instead, she tries her best to smile (it doesn't work that well), and offers up a "hey." she and hollis may no longer be friends — in fact, taren would classify them as mortal fucking enemies — but she can't deny she has some sympathy for hollis. she's known the westbrook family since her first days in med school, has been to their houses (a plural that she'll never get over) and laughed in their kitchen at mr. westbrook's dad jokes. so she's had at least some sympathy for hollis these past few weeks, even though it feels unnatural to offer it. "i, uh —" taren coughs, not sure what the hell to do with the awkward silence between them, but now that's she's opened this can of warms, she's gotta follow through with saying something. "you hear there's donuts down in the ED? horrible fucking bribe on admin's part but i honestly might go steal one anyway if you wanna come."

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@hevrtcoded / taren & arabella.

taren's temper is not something anyone should ever wish to experience. it rears it's ugly head at the most inconvenient times, threatening to swallow her whole as she cusses to herself and slams cabinets in the break room. this time it's been brought on by the lack of a working coffee machine, something taren's bitched about to maintenance at least thirty times in the last three years to no avail. the thing breaks once a week and she's left with zero caffeine source — a huge setback for a woman who sometimes survives solely on break room coffee and a pop tart.

all that to say, it's not ideal to be having a fucking temper tantrum in front of your favorite attending, so when she notices arabella fairchild in her peripheral, she startles. "holy shit —" shut up, you idiot, stop fucking swearing. "dr. fairchild, sorry i did not see you there." fuck fuck fuck. she's mortified — mostly because taren is up this woman's ass more often than not, trying desperately to stay on her service and get the chance to cut. she feels alive when she's in arabella's OR, like she's flying on a high that she could never replicate outside of this hospital. it's an addiction she couldn't stop feeding even if she wanted to, and she's deemed arabella fairchild her lifetime supplier. "sorry, just — the coffee machine stopped working again. i um, i saw you have a CABG scheduled at one today — i'm scrubbing in, right?" at this point, she'd like to think she doesn't even have to ask, but dr. fairchild can be cold and quite honestly, assumptions have made an ass out of taren more often than she'd like to admit.

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Me n Mossiah 💫