#thelanamiddleton

[holland-mitchell]

w/ @thelanamiddleton​​

Holland loved going to the bar on Saturday nights. It didn’t even matter which one. If she went at just the right time, the room would be packed to the brim with strangers, pulsing loudly, vibrating at just the right frequency to silence Holland’s mind. She’d drink, and drink, and find a small space to occupy on the dance floor, making friends out of strangers until the lights turned back on. 

That particular Saturday, the Dungeon was more crowded than usual. It was hot, and sticky, and Holland had been sloshed with alcohol more than once. Holland needed a reprieve, so she B-lined for the ladies room and made herself at home leaned up against one of the cold stall doors. She sipped what was left of her drink and watched as women moved into the room and around her, taking all the time she needed before heading back into the hellhole outside.  Then Holland looked up, into the mirror hanging over the sink. She recognized the reflection of the person standing in front of her reflected back. Holland’s eyes nearly bugged right out of her skull. What the fuck. Of all the places --  “Lana!” Holland said, standing up straight. She crossed over to the sink. “Holy jesus fuck, hi.”

[phedova]

With her iced coffee in one hand, the blonde stared at a dress on the large window of a store. “You know, I really like this one... it’s just that I don’t need another dress. And I would rather get Chloe a few new clothes. She’s getting taller and taller by the day..” Ophelia murmured, as she turned her attention to her friend. “So, what do you think? Would you find it boring if we stopped at the kids department first?”  ( @thelanamiddleton​ )

[calxlucasarchive]

      there were, to date, a handful of people who knew about cal’s real job. or rather, knew that the persona cal threw on for the people of silver lake was just a farce ---that he wasn’t always full of smiles and quips and anything else that could be considered good-natured. while the good doctor hadn’t the faintest idea what cal was up to when he wasn’t shooting for the police department, she knew that something didn’t quite add up ... and it was only because he had partially invited her in for that opportunity. having a doctor on hand to patch up the more serious scrapes and bruises was more useful than not, and by this point in his life cal knew what he could handle.

      such was the attitude of this particular night, where a new year signified nothing more than a different day because it was always the same bull shit no matter which way you sliced it. slice being the operating term. the gash just below his left shoulder blade was out of reach, too odd of an angle for him to stitch up himself and too deep to pester mila or alex with (the former would worry, the latter need not know that the job got messy until after he was stitched up nice). so he’d shot a text to lana, the usual vague wording that let her know he needed her assistance, and made his way to her place of residence. it was lucky she only lived a few doors down from him ---all it took was a short walk and a sharp knock to her back door to let her know he’d turned up, and with a shoulder pressed into the frame beside he called softly in. “ knock knock, doc. need one of those favors. ”

@thelanamiddleton​

[aarav-lewis]

“I’d like to be a doctor one day,” Aarav announced, bending down so he could get a better look at the games displayed on the bottom shelf. His eyebrows furrowed, dark eyes scanning for the game his nephew wanted for Christmas -- Luigi’s Mansion. Before he could find it, Aarav’s eyes darted up in Lana’s direction again. “Not like, your kind of doctor. As noble as your profession may be, I don’t think I have the uh, crisis management skills to be a surgeon. I’d happily take Professor Lewis. I know it’s far less cool, but I don’t have the guts to manage human lives in actual life or death scenarios -- ah. Here it is.” 

@thelanamiddleton​

[anthonymiddleton-blog]

it’s a wonder how tony kept being chief surgeon at the hospital his daughter worked a secret up until now. good to know the people working under him were trustworthy. he decides it’s about high time he show his face if he wants a somewhat better relationship with his daughter, and he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about this moment since he got the job-- and how amusing to him her reaction would be.

he knows exactly where to find lana. after charming his way past the desk, he makes his way to the office behind-- where his only child sits eating her lunch. right on time, just like she does every day she’s at work. her punctuality makes him chuckle, tone warm and lighthearted. “do you ever go out to eat lunch or do you always eat the cafeteria food?” he asks, casually leaning against the door post with a small, amusing smile.

@thelanamiddleton

[phedova]

“I didn’t think of anything else to bring... so wine it is.” That was the one thing Ophelia would never go wrong with, wine. Both of them would drink bottles and bottles if they could. The house was cozy, or it was Lana who made it feel like that. “God, I’m so tired. I cleaned the whole house, then went to my dad’s to clean and cook... I think I’m falling apart. There are parts of this body that ache and never thought existed before.” ( @thelanamiddleton​ )

[phedova]

texts → Lana.

Ophelia: Hey you.

Ophelia: You won't believe what I have.

[calxlucasarchive]

👄 lana

chit-chat about people.

      “ the doc? nice woman. she’s got a good heart. it’s not necessary for medical staff to but it certainly helps. i don’t know her incredibly well but i’d be willing to believe that she’s one of the people in the world that genuinely wants to help in some fashion. it’s the kind of hope you don’t want to see die in a person, you know? that drive to just ... make a difference. be someone useful for no reason other than the world needs it. good lady. ” @thelanamiddleton