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varied menagerie of more or less modern muses tended to by Levi, 40, they/them. blog established April 2026.
RULES // CARRD // MEMES
Credits for pinned header: mingyubias (template), loviestudio (psd), Seattle municipal archives (photos... minus Serenity, of course)
HANDY MUSE LIST:
@lgbtqcreators creator bingo: lyrics -> Grey's Anatomy (Seattle Grace Mercy Death) + How To Save A Life
that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse. ( for george! )
“What? I made it worse?” Maybe it was just the same terrible experience talking, maybe something deeper-rooted laced it with extra venom. “Well, I’m sorry I haven’t invented a cure for dry eyes, or— or I didn’t offer to smother that guy snoring two rows up for you. If you’re so— if you hate me that much, why didn’t you just watch Mamma Mia for the seventh time and leave me to wallow in peace?”
LAW & ORDER: SVU 4.8 Every piece of data you put out there, exponentially increases the control The Man wields over us. I can see you understand why this conversation ends here. Good day to you both.
are you telling me the truth? (sc1enceleads @ Munch)
The smoky lens of sunglasses obscured his gaze but did nothing to conceal the expressive raise of eyebrows. Not that he needed them in this climate.
“What is truth?” he began rhetorically, head tilting at an angle, expression a perfect deadpan façade. “It never hurts to interrogate the facts— what you think you know.” Not an invitation to interrogate him. His hackles bristled, not pointedly unfriendly but the natural suspicion of the detective yoked with his personal paranoia. “But if you’re asking, did I see a blob of purple goo crawl into a sewer grate, then the answer is yes. Is this a fun parlor trick you pull on every tourist or am I just lucky?”
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⋆｡‧˚ʚ 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 ɞ˚‧｡⋆ ··· a collection of medical tension, hospital corridors, life & death stakes sentence starters. genre: medical drama, hurt and comfort, high stakes.
• You shouldn't be working this shift—you're running on fumes. • I need you to trust me right now, okay? Can you do that? • When was the last time you actually slept? • Your hands are shaking. Let me take over. • I can't lose another patient today. I can't. • You're not fine. Don't lie to me, I can read your vitals from here. • We did everything we could. Sometimes that's not enough. • I'm calling it. Time of death— • No, no, no. Come on. Stay with me. • You need to step back. You're too close to this case. • I saw what happened in there. Are you okay? • The family's asking for you. I think you should talk to them. • How long have you been covering up these symptoms? • I don't know how to tell them their kid didn't make it. • Your shift ended three hours ago. Go home. • I've never seen you panic like that before. • We have a code blue! • You can't save everyone. You know that, right? • I need two units of O-neg! • Why didn't you tell me you were hurt? • I found you passed out in the supply closet. • You remember that patient from six months ago? They're back. • I think I'm having a panic attack. • Congratulations, Doctor. First solo surgery, right? • The board's asking questions about what happened during that code. • I can't feel my hands anymore. • Someone needs to tell the attending they made the wrong call. • I'm not supposed to be treating family, but here we are. • Your patient in bed seven? That's my sister. • They're crashing—get the crash cart! • I need you to walk me through what went wrong. • You stayed with them. All night. Why? • I haven't eaten in fourteen hours and I'm starting to see double. • The transplant list just got longer and our donor didn't make it. • You can't keep taking the hard cases. It's killing you. • I heard you crying in the stairwell. • This is exactly the kind of case that ended your last relationship. • Your ex just got admitted to our floor. • I'm sorry, there's nothing more we can do. It's palliative now. • You need to scrub out. Now. • I pulled a double and now I can't remember if I already gave that medication. • The family wants to sue. They're naming you specifically. • I know we said no relationships between attendings and residents, but— • You operated on them for eleven hours straight. • I'm not cleared to come back yet, but I'm here anyway. • Whose blood is that on your coat? • The on-call room is not for sleeping anymore, apparently. • You've been charting for three hours. Go take a break. • I made a mistake in there. A big one. • Your first loss always hits different, doesn't it? • They left AMA and now they're back, worse than before.
I apologize for not being around. I didn't mention it here yet but I'm in the throes of moving. (I'm also atrocious at running two blogs but that's nothing new, alas.)
I did a bit of blogkeeping, including the Carrd (which finally has rules!) and the queue has things in it, though given the state of my life I'm turning the pace down to one piece of writing per day.
I've noticed that some folks are brave enough to divorce their Grey's Anatomy muses from canon entirely, and I think that's a fine idea. I might just follow suit (but haven't worked out what it might look like for me).
Regardless, and unrelatedly, Douglas Richardson (from Cabin Pressure, a former if beloved BBC Radio sitcom) is moving here because I realized that yes, despite their airplane's age and state, he is in fact set in modern day, more or less.
It's for the audience's benefit but Munch translating the Yiddishisms thrown around by random New Yorkers when nobody even asked is pretty funny without that context. I'd imagine most people know the common words, and in this case, the woman's tone makes it perfectly obvious that "kurveh" is not a compliment, at the very least.
PROMPTS FOR PRE ESTABLISHED CONNECTIONS AND CREATING HISTORY BETWEEN CHARACTERS * assorted dialogue for giving your characters a history and giving them past things or events to talk about, adjust as necessary
do you remember what i told you last time?
have you been doing well since i saw you?
that's not what you told me back then.
when was the last time i saw you?
you were shorter then.
i'm picking the restaurant this time.
we've known each other since we were children.
always knew i could count on you.
that time was different. this is worse.
you're not going to let me live that down, are you?
i seem to remember a conversation we had back then.
so you changed your mind about it?
do you remember our encounter in paris?
you should know me by now.
am i the only one that knows the truth?
we had a lot of help back then.
your mom told me to look out for you.
you just love bringing that back up to annoy me.
maybe don't mention my past indescretions?
this was never going to work out between us.
i told you not to get attached.
i know more about you than you think.
i was there, remember?
i'm not about to forget all the shit you put me through.
you told me you were going to try and make this work.
remember what i said to you?
the last time i saw you, things were good between us.
you never mentioned this before.
that was the longest flight of my life, and you made it worse.
can i still trust you after all that?
at least we tried to make something work.
we never discussed what happened between us.
okay, but i'm driving the car this time.
i haven't forgotten what you said last week.
i'm still thinking about your comment.
i didn't realize it was you when i first saw you.
you seem to make a lot of enemies around here.
there's not much for us to talk about.
we worked it out last time.
i know you far better than you know yourself.
we have a long history.
is that the shirt you were wearing last time?
what don't i know about you?
i haven't told them about us.
you were the only person i could go to.
you know me.
this is bigger than both of us.
i can't stand your driving.
are you taking me to the place we had dinner last time?
that's not at all what you said.
didn't we agree on that?
i thought i made it very clear where i stand.
are these the same people that came after you last time?
are you still going on about it?
can we talk about it?
staying silent about it won't help.
you're the only person who knows the real me.
this is a bad time to talk about your problems.
"I'd like to make a report." [For either of the SVU muses :)]
Of all the desks in this bustling metropolis of them, what had made her choose his? The thought flashed through Detective Munch’s mind as he finished a line of paperwork. Like any self-respecting detective, he was glad to be relieved of this tedium. Glancing up and over his glasses, he got his first look at who had spoken. A woman, relatively young by his silver-haired standards but firmly an adult. Self-assured, matter of fact.
So much so he wondered whether she could be here on her own behalf; but he’d been impressed by enough examples to hold off on deciding that. “Of course,” he said, half-rising only to gesture to a chair across his desk. “Have a seat. Welcome to my humble abode, mine and a score of New York’s finest. I’m Detective Munch. Now, how can I help you?”
"You really think the drug could have messed up my heart?" (Lucy Chen to Erica Hahn)
With just a glance she reaches for the latest lab results brought by an intern, then dividing her eyes between papers and patient. “Well, it certainly didn't do you any favors. You ended up here because you fainted," she reminds the woman before diving more deeply into the data. Her lips purse in concentration as she reads. Seconds stretch into tension but she's just being thorough.
"Good news, we won't need to open you up." She offers this along with a wry flash of smile. "You should stay overnight for observation. How long were you exposed? Meth can be nasty, and not just to the heart."
FIREFLY 2002 – 2003・1x10 War Stories
"I am not afraid." Her hand regripped her hilt, gaze distant over his shoulder as she sought the enemies he mentioned—not yet visible. K-9 was in her ear, assuring her that either direction would take her where she needed. It would be best to avoid unnecessary conflict, Mistress.
Leela ignored the robotic dog for now. “Why tell me this?” she asked the man. His calm was that of a fellow warrior, despite his garments. “Are you with or against these soldiers?”
“No. I can see that.” A fact stated, with an undercurrent of something positive. Even he wasn’t sure it was admiration. At least not unadulterated. Much as he appreciated that living on the margins necessitated compromise, it still revived an inner turmoil.
“I’m not against them so much as with some others. So if at all possible I’d prefer if nobody died. But life’s not always so simple as we’d like.” He paused, peering down possibly safer corridors to pick the best one, stopping briefly on her. "How about you? Are you here by yourself?" Got to find something to pass the few seconds before more guards were liable to arrive.
there's still a lot of work to be done. (Violet Mikami to George)
Out in the field, amidst carnage not carefully controlled within the four walls of the hospital, there was a moment where he froze. It wasn't this moment— they've been working steadily now for half an hour, flitting from casualty to casualty like bees to flowers. When he'd first arrived on the scene, emotion briefly trumped training; it was as if years of medical school and all his experience since hadn't prepared him. But that didn't last.
Now he's thoroughly in the rhythm, which prompts a wasting of several seconds they can't spare on an incredulous look. It's so obvious, even someone with no training at all would know they're not done. Since there's also no time for unnecessary friction, he settles for an almost neutral, "Yeah, I know," before scanning the nearest ground, strewn with rubble. "Who's next?"
