#yes i’ve been watching a lot of grey’s anatomy and thinking about abby being my doctor

[andersonlore]

currently thinking about....

doctor!abby who you meet for the first time when she’s covering the emergency room. you’re a patient, suffering from abdominal pain and a high fever. it’s pretty quiet, and it’s also three in the morning on a wednesday. late night shifts weren’t unfamiliar territory for her, she only had a few more hours left and she would be calling it a night.

doctor!abby who greets you with a soft smile as she glazes over your chart, before introducing herself. even with all the pain you’re in, you try your best to muster the courage to put on your best face, but you’re in pain and it’s evident.

doctor!abby tells you she wants to run a few more tests after you explain to her what brought you back in here. she tells the intern to notify her when your test results come back in. she believes it’s your appendix, inflamed and your symptoms masking themselves as a flu doesn’t help. it’s why the last hospital had missed it when you came in a week ago.

doctor!abby attempts to stir the thought of you from her mind. you're a patient. she's your doctor, and she'll be your surgeon if she's right about your prognosis. abby can't think about how you're extremely easy on the eyes. how your eyelashes compliment your eyes, accentuating the darling hue she could get lost in if she allowed herself. your voice floats over her heart like honey, sweetening her up at her very core. it's sickening how she wants to swallow every bit of it.

doctor!abby finds it a little hard to believe she feels this way just after one brief interaction with you. she prides herself on being professional, being distant enough from the patient. she has to be, her focus needs to be lasered when she's in the operating room. she can't think of how beautiful you are, how much she wants to flirt with you, and how she would if she'd met you anywhere but this godforsaken hospital. god has a special kind of torture for making you her patient. she can just be your surgeon. cut you open, patch you up, and send you back home. it's all she can do.

doctor!abby wants to uppercut this intern’s jaw. it’s really not their fault, but you’re undeniably in pain and they were attending to another patient before giving your results to the lab. but it’s more than clear with the results coming back, it’s your appendix and she’s sure at this point it’s ruptured. fresh tears spring to your eyes as she explains they need to get you into surgery right away, before any further damage can happen.

doctor!abby watches as you wipe your tears away, embarrassed you’re crying in front of the stupidly hot doctor. it’s mortifying, and you hated to be like this in front of anyone. abby’s expression is focused, cold even. she reassures you the intern is going to prep you for surgery, the weight in your shoulders drops, but the pain persistent.

doctor!abby who is elated when the surgery goes smoothly. you wake up several hours later with slight discomfort, but you’re recovering nicely. she was supposed to leave the hospital hours ago, but couldn't bring herself too. the thoughts of you coming out of anthesia after your surgery, telling her how gorgeous she is and how briliant she is to save your life.

doctor!abby who was thankful you wouldn't remember her cheeks flushed, dazed eyes and a stupid smile from your compliment alone — thankfully no one to see how unprofessional she was being. how her stupid, caring heart couldn't seem to control itself around you. she blamed your eyes. they were too easy to get fall for, making her get lost in nostalgia, as if she’d loved you in some past life.

doctor!abby who thinks about you even after you’re discharged. you’re home, healthy, and should be out of her mind but you’re not. your existence stretched into every thought of hers. god, maybe it’s impenetrable, rose-colored glasses affecting her judgement, but she wonder what it would be like to see you out of the walls of this hospital. she imagines picking you up for a first date, holding your hand sweetly even if she was nervous — god — she thinks about kissing you the most. she would savor every moment if you let her.

doctor!abby who happens to see you again at dina’s place or more accurately, you’re waiting in the pouring rain, downright soaked. lightning paints the skies, cracking thunder rumbles making you jump as your rubs your hands along your forearms trying to regain some warmth. she’s never been more thankful for her loud neighbor. of all the people in the seattle area dina could be friends with it’s you. the woman she can’t stop thinking about, the beautiful goddess she dreams about is within her reach and she’s definitely going to take advantage of it.

abby softly greets you not wanting to frighten you, declaration of her appearance known as she says your name eloquently. it’s the hot doctor, oh my god. oh my god.

“dr. anderson?” you question, a hint of a smile wanting to escape and abby takes note. your hair is wet, silky, hint of curls forming. drops of the rain flow over supple cheeks, falling over wet lips.

yet again, abby is reminded of just how beautiful you are. butterflies swarm the pit of her stomach at your excitement to see her. you’re surprised but you can’t stop looking at her. it’s a relief, the hope you might feel the same as her.

“please, just abby.” so distracted by her, domineering presence you noticed the umbrella she had, shielding you from the dreadful rain. but it really didn’t seem too terrible. not when she was in your company.

abby was shed of her white coat, only wearing navy blue scrubs and simple tennis shoes for comfort. biceps sculpted to the heavens, slightly wet from the rain which seemed to make them appear even more delicious. you want to eat her right up.

“i’m so confused. you live here?” abby gestures to the house right next door. “yeah, right next door.”

“i was just coming home and you looked…..wet.” abby silently cursed herself for being so goddamn awkward. it was worth it though, your small laugh an equal reward.

“if you want, you can come to mine. dry off, not get completely soaked while you wait for dina.” abby offers sweetly. “totally up to you, but my home is pretty damn cozy. warm too.”

the two of you are smiling like idiots. abby’s hoping you say yes and you’re thinking about how adorable she is, despite how physically terrifying she may appear.

“okay….yeah. i might be into that.”

“yeah?” abby’s voice changes, dropping into a tone you hadn’t heard before. it’s pure velvet and you want to feel it on your skin. you want to feel all of her. she leads the way as you stay under the umbrella, impossibly close to her as she protects you from the rain.

doctor!abby who gets you a change of dry clothes, a crewneck sweater and sweatpants. she can’t help but notice how adorable you look in her clothes. abby tries to do her best not to flirt with you as you’re sitting on her couch, but she fails. she’s asking normal questions, non-sequential small talk, but her hand is on your thigh. though the cotton is thick, her touch lights a fire between your thighs.

doctor!abby who nearly combusts when you start touching her arms, her shoulder, ghosting longer her thigh. but they find home elsewhere. fingers delicately smoothing over the end of her braid. abby can’t stop the way her heart stops, and then continues. the blonde strands wrap around your finger like a vice, clinging onto you as if it’s the sole purpose of existing.

doctor!abby who can see the ember shining in your eyes, the way you’re looking at her, like you might just eat her whole. fuck, she would let you too. she’d let you do whatever you want.

“i bet you look beautiful with your hair down.” you tell abby, inching forward, your thigh touching hers. “but you’re beautiful like this, too.”

“beautiful? me?” abby questioned as if it wasn’t obvious.

“don’t play dumb, dr. anderson.”

“i told you to call me ab—” her words just stop when you sling your left leg over, straddling her, grinding your hips just slightly before you fully press your weight on her. she sighs at the contact. feels s’good, having you this close.

wordlessly, you slowly undo her braid until every blond strand is free, her scalp thankful for it. abby moans as you run your fingers through her hair. your bring it over her shoulders on both sides, cradling her face in the palm of your hands.

“you really think you’re not? you’re going to sit here and pretend like you’re not the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen?” abby blushes, supple cheeks close to crimson, but she doesn’t look away.

“yeah, baby? you think so?”

“i know you are.”

abby lifts her hips cockily, smirking as the moan leaves your lips. all these layers, but being pressed up against her is doing something to you.

“i guess blonde doctors are your type then, huh?”

“only when they keep checking up on me when they didn’t have to.” your hands rest on her hips, as you lean into her, nose pressed against hers, lips ghosting over her very kissable ones.

“i was just doing my job, you know?”

“sure you were, dr. anderson.” abby grunts, aggravated you won’t just say her name again. she needs to hear it.

she can feel your breath on her lips, if she just moved slightly upwards, she’d be kissing you. she wants to, needs to.

“you want to kiss me.” your pupils dilate and your voice trembles.

“say my name and maybe i will.”

“so it’s that easy?”

“mhmmm, that easy.” abby hums, and her name is about to fall off your lips. tragically, dina walks through abby’s front door before you get the chance to. you’re not embarrassed to be found on abby’s lap, and dina knows it too. she just laughs and asks if you’re ready to go.

you whisper in abby’s ear before biting gently, “until next time, dr. anderson.”

-

an. omfg i actually like something i wrote???? wild.

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[bukojuiice]

— genshin boys as your college roommates who are head over heels in love with you

ೃ ft. childe, diluc, kaeya, zhongli, and xiao x gn! reader

ೃ 400-600 words per character!  ♡

ೃ warnings: mention of alcohol drinking ( but aside from that, just lots and lots of fluff!)

ೃ this is my very first writing contribution to the genshin fandom, so i hope everyone likes it!  after 5 months of playing genshin, i think it’s safe to say my brainrot for it has finally consumed me and i’m confident enough to brew something up! <3

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CHILDE:

– You and Childe are the perfect embodiment of the best friends to roommates trope. Whenever you wanna sleep in for 5 minutes more and you’re about to run late for your first class, Childe never fails to slowly drag you out of your bed, laughing as he does so. “Wake up sunshine!” is the first thing you always hear in the morning and you don’t complain if you get to hear his smexy voice anyway. He is a confident flirt and is not afraid to show you how much he cares or how much he pines over you. 

–  He’s always always there to save the day. There was a time when your classmates stood you up on the group project you were making, and guess who comes up to you with glitter, glue, and colored paper? Childe, of course! He stayed up until the wee hours of the night with you just so he can help you finish it. He even promises to set things in a “very civil way” with your absolute jerk groupmates the very next day. You practically hang out with him 24/7 as most of the time he just barges in your shared apartment with some amusement park tickets on hand or to some expensive yoga or judo class. There’s never a dull moment with him and with each passing day, the more you fall harder for him.

–  After a morning jog with him and seeing cute little dogs frolicking around with their married owners, Childe suddenly had the urge to adopt a dog with you.  But, due to a no pets rules established by the landlord, the two of you opt to owning hamsters instead! Childe named his hamster, narwhal (after his favorite animal of course!) whereas you named yours bunny, to match his irrelevant pet name picking. your hamsters both share the same house/cage and even they are pining over each other.

  –  His siblings visit a lot, especially Teucer. At this point, there was never a day the little boy didn’t ask when are you and Childe going to finally become “playground playmates” (a term for lovers that they use in second grade apparently) since the two of you are living with each other and seem so close. Childe is always able to successfully change the topic and shift away from talking about the shared feelings that the both of you have for each other. But, alas, the day had finally came to be and during your monthly trip to the amusement park, Childe confidently confesses to you on top of the ferris wheel.

“So... everyone in my life knows that you’re my best friend. Yea, that’s pretty cool and all but... Can we be more than just that (Y/N)? Is there hope if I think there could be something between us?”

DILUC:

– Diluc is your posh and rich roommate who sounds and looks too good to be true. The fact that you’re roomies with the literal heir to the country’s biggest wine and beverage company sounds like something straight out of a fanfic. But, it was of his volition to decide to live in a penthouse near Teyvat University. It was the doings of his step-brother Kaeya who tricked him into getting a roommate so that he won’t be alone for the rest of his college years... aaand that’s where you come in. practically barged into his life, but, you were a blessing. an angel sent from the skies.

–  He’s quite cold and unapproachable at first, only greeting you whenever he sees you but never bothered to engage in small talk with you. Even if the both of you go to the same university. It wasn’t until your second month as roommates, when you accidentally had too much to drink after a friends’ night out. You come home to see him in the living room, drinking grape juice from a wine glass, and watching a rerun of Hannah Montana. You practically collapse at the front door, he rushes to you and helps you up as you drunkenly confess to him in tears how you wanted to become much closer to him especially since the  two of you are going to spend the rest of your college years together. That was when Diluc realized how distant and aloof he’s been and vows to make it up to you.

– Diluc is very talented. Albeit in very discreet way, he makes sure to make use of his talents especially if it’s an opportunity to make memories with you. He is an amazing cook as much as he tries to deny it, He’s a secret virtuoso caught in 4k when you impulsively bought a guitar one time and you asked if he knows how to play, and he does so well. He practically serenades you in the most non-obvious way possible. Lastly, He’s very athletic. You invited him to play tennis one time, betting that if he won, you would do his bidding for the rest of the week. Before you could even blink, he wins. His “punishment” for you was that you accompany him in binge-watching TV Dramas. Grey’s Anatomy and Downtown Abby are just some of the shows the two of you would watch. It is absolutely adorable seeing him so invested in these dramas. and since the next on Diluc’s list were sit-coms, you were preparing yourself to answer his questions on the context of jokes that he didn’t get. In a poor attempt to flirt with you, he calls out your name and recites in the most Joey Tribbiani voice he could muster, “How you doin?” You were laughing so so hard that night because his pick up line actually worked on you and suddenly your realizations came full circle: you were very much in love with him too.

–  His naturally cool yet shy nature had always gotten the best of him.  He’s always wanted to ask if you wanted to carpool with him to school. Riding with him in his Tesla sportscar that goes 150 Mph? Heck yeah. However, it took quite a while before he could muster up the courage to ask you (4 months of being roommates until he finally popped the question) Since then, the two of you go home to and from University whenever you had similar schedules. Ever since then, Diluc had began to soften. His cold and hard facade slowly melted. Asking if you could help tie his floofy red hair then he’d let you play with it and let you style it in different ways. He takes you out on café dates during lunch breaks and take you out to watch a movie after both of your late night lectures. Everyone in campus thinks the two of you are practically together at this point. All that was left was to bare your feelings with one another through a fumbling and awkward confession.

“Words cannot not suffice these feelings I’ve been harboring for you since the very beginning. I L-like you a lot. Do you feel the same way too?”

KAEYA:

- Everyone loves Kaeya. Your friends and family, The School Faculty, The owner of the Convenience Store from down the street, The old lady who lives next door, The little kids from down the hall, and even the angry brown poodles from the farthest apartment to your right absolutely loved him. it was hard to keep up with having a roommate that not only were you crushing so hard on, but also had such a vibrant social life. Kaeya interacts and socializes with a lot of people and he admits that it does tend to get tiring at times. But, if these sacrifices lead to coming home to his cute roommate who has captivated his heart since Day 1, then it’s all worth it.

— Despite how warm and friendly he may seem, Kaeya is a very private person. He’s brought two or three friends like Jean, Lisa, Albedo, or Rosaria. But, only to discuss school affairs. He wasn’t the kind of person who trusts others easily, even if he was giving off the impression that he was a trustworthy and reliable person himself. He’d much rather spend time with you on days off from school. He may be a party guy on the outside (he insists he does it for future connections when he graduates) but he’s quite a homebody. Kaeya is the type to watch korean dramas and anime with you, go on late night convenience store cravings, and these always resulted in a perfect evening spent with him. When the both of you are fully immersed into the anime and things get a bit cozy, you rest your head on his shoulder, huddling for warmth.

— Kaeya would always come home with a little something for you. May it be take-out food, A trinket, a board game, an accessory, and even skincare products. The indigo-haired man is very particular about self-care and you bet that he’s bought different kinds of face masks, ointments, and even matching cute headbands just for the two of you! He’s very flamboyant and flirts with you a lot. Trying to impress you with pick up lines and suggestive jokes, but you always thought that he was just joking around because that was always a part of his personality. It was always a part of him. For Kaeya on the other hand, it seems to him that you don’t take him seriously and it's possible that you don’t return his feelings at all. He had to set things straight and it didn’t take long until Kaeya found the perfect opportunity to do so.

— With the help of practically everyone in the apartment, Kaeya is about to surprise you with a candle-lit dinner up on the apartment rooftop. His sly smooth-talking quickly convinced you that the both of you were just going to go out on your nightly convenience store trips. Your curiosity grows when he takes you by the hand, covering you with a blindfold, and whispering to your ear, “Do you trust me?” Gripping onto his hand tightly, the both of you go up some stairs and you reply, “Yes Kaeya, I do.” He slowly uncovers the shield from your eyes and your eyes sparkle at the sight of the candle-lit dinner, complete with jazz music, and a romantic view of the city.

“(Y/N)... You are the most precious person to me. I hope you can take me seriously, especially my feelings. I am saying this with my heart in my hand and with nothing but genuine love in my soul.”

ZHONGLI:

— Zhongli is truly husband material. You’re saying this as his friend, as his roommate, and as someone who’s absolutely smitten over him. He’s a third year environmental archaeology student at Teyvat University. Gentle, kind, and has nothing but wise and intelligent things to say. your lovestruck self can’t help but just admire him from afar, not knowing that he too has been entranced by you ever since you moved in.

—He's always the first to wake up in the morning. The first thing he does is make you a cup of coffee. He's got your favorite memorized, (Coffee with cream. Not to sweet and not too bitter.) The both of you own matching mugs, (written in colored scribbled letters, “The Wise Roommate” for Zhongli and “The Cute Roommate” for you.) He always wants to spend his free mornings with you. Both of you have different schedules so you never see each other at Campus and this was the only blissful time of the day you can spend with one another. Once you get home for dinner, (Zhongli is always the first to get home if he doesn’t stay too long at the library or strolling around the city) If it’s your turn to cook or if it’s his, he never forgets to brew you oolong tea after dinner. A perfect chance for the two of you to just talk the night away and engage in deep and meaningful conversations.

—Zhongli fell in love with you because you just quietly listen to him. Sometimes, you would share your thoughts and insights, even sharing your own personal knowledge that Zhongli had not known prior. You were one of the very few people in his life whom he could talk about absolutely anything with. Well, who wouldn’t listen to a handsome man who has a voice as smooth as butter? He is very passionate about his studies. Taking a lot of extra courses and spending a lot of money on his research. and so, most of the time, he spends all of his Mora on his extra studies (excluding the money he needs to pay for rent) and other interesting antiques. You understood why though. So, instead, you ask him to accompany you to do mundane chores. Going grocery shopping, doing the laundry and cleaning the apartment. He always helps in any way he can. The prying eyes of people around you and the old lady fr next door boldly coming up to you to ask if you and Zhongli were a married couple. You blush profusely whereas Zhongli coolly denies the woman's claims. It hurt quite a little but who were you to complain?

— It was during one of your night strolls with Zhongli. He had invited you out after dinner under the guise of wanting to have some fresh air and find a clear spot for the fireworks from a nearby festival. Your heart was thumping loudly to a non-existent rhythm, blissfully unaware that Zhongli was feeling a burst in his chest too. He clears his throat and his shoulders straighten. Zhongli puts his hand on your shoulder and breathes deeply. His cool and gentlemanly aura still radiating off of him as always. A wonderful array of colors fill the sky as his lips began to form the words he's always wanted to say:

"Tonight is beautiful isn't it? I thought that this would be the perfect time to open my heart up to you... You are a diamond in the rough that few see the beauty of. My beloved– Will you accept my feelings?

XIAO:

—  Having a popular twitch streamer as your roommate was a one in a million chance. Especially if you’re not even an influencer or internet figure yourself. But, how did this come to be? Why have you developed a crush on Xiao aka VigilantYaksha without knowing who he was? A gamer with over 6 million followers on different social media platforms? Simple, a high-end apartment near Teyvat University had a special discount if you were willing to be roommates with someone. It’s an amazing deal, near your school, cost-efficient, and you believed the 10% chance of scoring a hot roommate as seen on reality TV and romantic comedies. It was like rolling through a Gacha Game and getting a 5 star character. As that “character” is soon to be revealed as Xiao.

— Things started off rocky at first. On your first day, he flatly welcomed you by the door, introduced himself, then quickly retreated back to his room. As soon as you locked eyes with him, he gave off a certain cold and unfriendly aura. You wanted to get to know him better. Maybe with a little love and care, he could open up to you and you could become friends! That same day, you had mistakenly thought of your room as his and you walked in on him streaming a horror game. He wasn’t spooked by the jumpscares. But instead, he was looking at you in horror because you’ve just exposed yourself to thousands of people. You wave at the camera, apologize, and left. Since then, his fans, (called the Anemo Tofus) have been shipping the two of you together. Creating fanfiction and fanart of Xiao and the mysterious roommate that accidentally walked in on him. They practically begged Xiao to at least talk a little bit about you, to which, he declined. When you surprised him with dinner (as a little treat since this was your first week with him) He sits across the table from you, his eyes gazing deep into yours, as he pops the question, in a very tsundere tone: “Would you like to appear in my streams? T-the Anemo Tofus wanna learn more about you. B-but, if you don’t want to, it’s alright! You don’t have to-” You cut him off before he could continue his doubts, “Xiao! What are you saying? I’d love to!”

  —  There was something blossoming between the two of you after that particular dinner with him. Starting with your first “roommate video” that you had thought of when you were brainstorming for video ideas. It was an Almond and Mapo Tofu mukbang whilst the two of you answered questions from fans! The viewers noticed how visibly comfortable he was around you despite his usual reserved attitude. He was cracking up a lot more sarcastic and self-deprecating jokes whilst Tofu filled both of your mouths. Outside of the confines of social media and inside the comfortable space that was your apartment, you and Xiao grew closer. Wearing matching hoodies, going on midnight snack runs, playing in arcades, and stargazing with him up on the rooftop as you contemplate about life and talk about the mysteries of the universe. There were times when you would stay up late doing school works and would accidentally fall asleep on the sofa. Xiao would come out of room because he periodically had cases of insomnia. When he sees you on the sofa, he can’t help but smile at your sleeping figure and admire your beauty. First. he brings all your clutter back to your room then slowly picks you up from the couch, into his arms, and brings you back to your room. He places a blanket on top of you and your stuffed plushies next to you so you can hug them any time. 

— On a particular night, you fell asleep on the sofa once again and begun to  have recurring nightmares. Xiao was there to witness you whimpering, muttering to yourself, and shivering to a mental image that he could not see. (He wishes he could erase all the pain that these nightmares were giving you) You subconsciously grab onto his hand, murmuring to yourself: “Xiao, please don’t go.” He whispers back, “I won’t.” Your nerves slowly relax when you feel the Yaksha squeezing himself to lie next to you on the couch. Holding onto your arm, he continues to reassure you that it was going to be okay. You grab onto him, hugging him from behind. He feels your heartbeat revert back to it’s normal pace and you return back to your peaceful slumber. “I’ll always be here for you, (Y/N). I’ll be here to protect you. Forever and always.”  Turning to you to plant a kiss on your forehead, you nestle your head on Xiao’s chest. He watches as you cling to him for love and warmth until he is slowly whisked away by his weariness, rewarded with a peaceful sleep he hasn’t felt in a while.

“And they were roommates.”

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[tits-tats-and-pussycats]

Odds!

1. Who was the last person you held hands with?

Uhmm.. I think it was my best friend? Honestly its been a hot minute since I’ve held hands with anyone. 

3. Who are you looking forward to seeing?

There is someone I really want to see, but I’m not jinxing myself with saying it out loud. So I’ll just say that I am looking forward to seeing my friends again,

5. If you were drunk would the person you like take care of you?

I’m not sure, probably. 

7. Do you think you’ll be in a relationship two months from now?

I mean who knows what is going to happen, I am just taking life as it comes at this point. 

9. Does talking about sex make you uncomfortable?

Lmao no.

11. What does the most recent text that you sent say?

Plague Doctor? lmao my best friend asked for suggestions on what to draw.

13. Do you like it when people play with your hair?

I LOVE when people play with my hair. 

15. What good thing happened this summer?

Well summer 2019 was spent working and going to school. And summer 2020 is closed because of a pandemic..soo....

17. Do you think there is life on other planets?

I think that we can't be the only intelligent life out there. 

19. Do you like bubble baths?

Yes, bubbles, music, some nice wine and a good book

21. What are your bad habits?

Depends on your outlook on a bad habit. I don’t always speak to myself nicely, when I am super stressed or drunk I occasionally have a cigarette. 

23. Do you have trust issues?

I do. 

25. What part of your body are you most uncomfortable with?

I hate this question, so I will tell you something I like about myself. I like the color of my eyes and the freckles on my shoulders.

27. Do you wish your skin was lighter or darker?

Darker, I’m basically a vampire. 

29. Have any of your ex’s told you they regret breaking up?

I think that this is a question that is better left between me and that person. 

31. Is your hair long enough for a pony tell? 

Yes it is, I am thinking about cutting it really short though.. But I’m slightly terrified to do what I want to it.

33. Spell your name with your chin

marksss lmao well I guess I have a new name.

35. Would you rather live without tv or music?

Uhm.. I’d have to say tv. I can live without watching something as long as I have something in the background while I am doing things.

37. What do you say during awkward silences?

Lol if we are being honest I usually don’t say anything because I am feeling to awkward and shy to do so. Or I’ll just go “welllll......” 🤷🏼‍♀️

39. What are you favorite stores to shop in?

Columbia, 5.11, amazon, idk I don’t really shop 

41. Do you believe everyone deserves a second chance? 

Yes I do and I have given a lot of second chances.

43. Do you smile at strangers?

Yes I do, I try to smile at everyone that I can.

45. What makes you get out of bed in the morning? 

Well my dog because he wants fed. But also the fact that I have a job that I actually like for once. I get out of bed for my friends. And I get out of bed for myself. 

47. Have you ever been high?

Yeah I have and it was the worst experience of my life. It’s not something for me. 

49. Have you done anything recently that you hope nobody finds out about?

No I haven't, I haven’t had much of a life to be able to do so. 

51. Ever wished you were someone else? 

I used to wish that all the time, but now that I actually like myself I am happy with being me. 

53. Favorite makeup brand?

I don’t have one

55. Favorite blog? 

@coopuah 

57. Favorite food?

Itallian, Mexican, Thai, anything my best friend makes

59. First thing you the this morning?

Some water. I didn’t eat until this afternoon when I had a sandwich. 

61. Been suspended\expelled? For what?

No I haven’t. Was that “goody” student 

63. Ever been in love?

I have indeed been in love.

65. Are you hungry right now?

No I am not, I am more exhausted than anything. 

67. Facebook or twitter?

I don’t really care honestly, I’ll scroll on both because im bored but I don’t prefer one over the other. 

69. Are you watching tv right now?

Yes I am, Killing Eve. If you haven’t watched this yet I highly recommend it!

71. Craving something? What?

Yeah more like someone. But I guess something salty would be nice too.

73. Do you sleep with stuffed animals?

I have a husky named Balto that lays at the head of my bed while I sleep. I have to have something on my bed with me now because my bed is empty without my cat that I had to put down 3 months ago. 

75. Favorite animal?

Wolf.

77. Chocolate or vanilla?

Chocolate for ice cream. Vanilla for general flavoring in like coffees and stuff. 

79. What color shirt are you wearing? 

Not wearing one currently

81. Favorite tv show?

I have way to many honestly. Friends, Killing Eve, Grey’s Anatomy, Gilmore Girls, The chilling adventures of Sabrina, The 100. And probably a million more.

83. Mean girls or mean girls 2

Mean girls

85. Favorite character from mean girls? 

Janis Ian

87. First person you talked to today?

 A person who came back into my life.

89. Name a person you hate?

My father

91. Is there anyone you want to punch in the face right now?

Yeah every single person who still thinks its okay to hangout and have parties together, go to the store for non-essential shit, and overall think that this entire pandemic is a joke. Stay the fuck home y'all it’s not that hard. Go out if you need to, but do it alone, go for a drive alone, go for a walk alone. The key word is ALONE. I’m not trying to be quarantined for a year and also have to wear a mask 24/7 at work because people are fucking stupid. Yeah I work in the medical field but I’m sick and tired of the dumbasses. Stay home before everything is cancelled for longer than a month. For fucks sake. End rant. 

93. How many sweatpants do you have?

2-I know I’m a horrible lesbian. Aren't we supposed to have like 20?

95. Last movie you watched?

Princess Diaries 

97. Favorite actor? 

I don’t really have a favorite actor, I’m more of an actress person lmao. But I guess I really like Robert Downey Jr. 

99. Have any pets?

Yes I currently have a border collie named Rocky. He is my entire world. I used to have a cat named Abby but I recently had to put her down. 

101. Do you type fast?

About 70-80 words a minute, I guess that's fast?

103. Can you spell well?

Yeah not at all.. 

105. Ever been to a bonfire party? 

Yeah but it was back in the day when I went to church before satan granted me with lesbianism. 

107. Have you ever been on a horse?

Yes I have I think I was 10? I would like to go horse back riding again though

109. Is something irritating you right now?

Yeah there is actually, but it’s something I can't talk about because it really shouldn’t be irritating me or bothering me. 

111. Do you have trust issues?

Pretty sure this question was already answered. 

113. What was your childhood nickname?

My family calls me bug. 

115. Do you play the WII?

Nope because I don’t have one

117. Do you like chicken noodle soup?

Not unless it’s homemade 

119. Favorite book?

Harry Potter

121. Are you mean?

I mean I definitely can be but I try not to be.

123. Can you keep white shoes clean?

Lmao no, I can barely keep white clothes clean.

125. Do you believe in true love?

I do wholeheartedly 

127. What makes you happy?

My dog, my family, my best friends, iced coffee, rainy days, being in the forest, being at the beach, cuddling movie nights, etc.

129. Whats your zodiac sign?

I am a capricorn

131. Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Tell him that I am flattered but he knows I am a lesbian and that it will not work. 

133. Favorite lyrics right now? 

I don't really have any specific lyrics that I like at the moment, But I highly love the songs shotgun by George Ezra, honeypie by Johny Utah, anything by Billie Eilish, 

135. Dumbest lie you ever told?

“I’m straight”

137. How tall are you?

5′3

139. Brunette or blonde?

Like am I brunette or blonde? or which one do I like the most? My natural hair color is blonde, I don’t really have a preference on the hair color for the person I am attracted to, I guess you could say dirty blonde or strawberry blonde to meet in the middle? 

141. Night or day? 

Both, it depends on the situation and what is being done. I honestly kind of like the in-between times like dusk and dawn. 

143. Are you a vegetarian?

No I am not, I tried to do it for awhile and I couldn't.

145. Tea or coffee? 

Depends on the situation and time of day. I would rather have coffee in the morning and tea at night usually. 

147. Mars or snickers?

Neither

149. Do you believe in ghosts?

Yes I do. 

Honestly unholy shit, this was the longest thing I have ever had to do lol. 

[violetemerald]

(the formatting is kinda messed up but I’m on mobile and it’s the best i can do. Sometimes separate bullet points aren’t showing up where they should, etc. Sorry.)

I was tagged by @peppersandcats to choose 3 fandoms and answer the questions.

Shameless US, Prison Break, and The 100

(These are the three shows I most recently found myself watching a bunch of episodes in a row for in order to finally, way late after being spoiled thoroughly via fanvideos, catch up on the newest seasons. And I am 100% caught up on them all now, yay.)

i. the first character i loved Well gosh aren’t I boring and predictable here? I love the main characters lol…

Fiona Gallagher

Michael Scofield

Clarke Griffin (to be fair also fell instantly for Raven the second she became a character.)

Shameless arguably is an ensemble without one main lead but. Fiona is kinda more of a main character overall than a lot of the siblings, especially from what I remember of the pilot. Even The 100 is eventually not that much “Clarke’s show”, but people embrace that she’s the lead protagonist if you’re picking only one, yes? She certainly started the pilot and ended the most recent season finale all on her own.

ii. the character i never expected to love so much

hmm… there are so many directions I could go with this. I can’t remember the beginning of my experience with Shameless well enough to be sure of what I was thinking exactly, but I must’ve not expected to love Mickey initially, and more recently I didn’t expect to love Trevor (Ian’s newest boyfriend) so VERY much. No one on Tumblr or YouTube in the fandom cares at all but like. He’s amazing?? So let’s say those 2 for now.

T-Bag? Lol s5 has corrupted me.

probably Monty. His emotional depth and importance as a character snuck up on me.

iii. the character i relate to the most

oh idk it depends on the season and the aspect of them that we’re talking about. It’s one of the 4 oldest siblings for sure, or all of them, lol… I just wrote up too much stuff then deleted it all kinda by accident. Whatever. I guess I relate to bits and pieces of Debbie, Ian, Lip, and Fiona and that is why I like the show so much . Because at least at times, I do relate to most of them. But really I don’t relate to any in that full of a way and I’m not sure I can even pick 1 I’m closest to.

None?? Idk relating to characters on Prison Break seems hard if I really think about it. Maybe Veronica. Or LJ. Thinking back to season 1. They’re both pretty relatable characters on some levels. They are meant to be, on the outside of it all, normal people. But they have good hearts.

relating to characters in a sci-fi futuristic dystopia/apocalypse/war… not actually very easy for me. Lol. Maybe Monty or Clarke?? Personality wise, even sexuality wise as people were headcanoning Monty as asexual before the newest season and Clarke is bisexual (I’m a biromantic-ish ace)… Yeah idk.

iv. the character i’d slap

Frank is the cockroach they keep trying to kill or at least keep out of their house for a reason… so obviously him. But I have no expectations or hopes with Frank. I think mainly Lip is most often who I feel frustrated with, who is too stubborn and who self sabotages and who hurts Fiona too much with what he says to her.

all the characters on Prison Break are either a) cinnamon rolls who don’t deserve slapping or b) people that beyond deserve it but they’d kill me and my entire family if I did. Lol. I therefore don’t think I “would” slap most of the scary criminal types on this show, and picking just one is hard.

Jaha? Yes repeatedly Thelonias Jaha really upsets me. Every single season.

v. three favorite characters (in order of preference)

Lip, Fiona, Ian, not sure about that order really. Debbie is close too.

Michael, Lincoln… Sucre? He really is the sweetest guy, they named him very deliberately lol. Also though Sid. I fell for him in s5 in Sucre’s absence?

Raven, Bellamy, Clarke, probably yes that order. I’m mainly thinking of the most recent season though for Bellamy.

vi. a character i liked at first but not anymore

Probably Mandy. I really don’t forgive her for her attempted murder and severely permanently hurting Karen… among other things?

Well… in season 5 Jacob Ness for sure, I so wanted to believe Sara’s new husband was this wonderful amazing guy… Even just for storytelling reasons it would be so much more interesting if she never stopped loving Michael, of course, but she also was fully in love with someone new…

hmm I’m not sure. This is harder than I thought for The 100. Probably Finn i liked quite a bit more at his start than his end lol. Idk. I’m pretty hard to fully turn against characters perhaps, and it’s just complicated on this show, so complicated. Abby I care about a lot less than I once did actually.

vii. a character i did not like at first but now do

I don’t remember my initial impressions that well either even thoughi rewatch parts of season 1 for vidding fairly regularly lol. I think Carl has grown on me a lot. Karen too, perhaps. I think most characters were pretty lovable early into their arcs though, or not meant to evet be liked.

Lincoln Burrows I didn’t dislike or anything but he certainly grew on me a lot, slowly becoming more and more lovable?

I need to rewatch to remember what characters were like in the beginning but I think Kane, Bellamy, maybe Murphy (idk how much I like him now but more than i did), etc.

vii. 3 OTPs

this is complicated to limit to three because there are so many options. I love the fact that Debbie seems content to marry Neil and have a nonsexual relationship with him even though they’re both straight. So they’re a new ship I support, Neil/Debbie. Actually many of the main ships this season were strong and I’m rooting for them into s8 when it comes out though. Lip/Sierra is my realistic shipping them now situation, although not perfect, and Ian/Trevor!! Yes these two mean the world to me. I don’t know about “OTP” though. Those are 3 so I’ll stop… But I have a love/ hate relationship towards pretty much every canon sexual relationship on the series… and I say sexual because half the time it’s not necessarily romantic…

3 ships. On this show??? The whole beauty of it is really all the platonic love lol. I like Michael/Sara yes, Lincoln/Sheba… and I vaguely remember at the end of season 4 rooting a little for Lincoln/Sofia too. And well, bonus #4 ship… thinking about season 5, Sid/his first lover should’ve been allowed to survive happily ever after.

canon? Maybe just Clarke/Lexa. (Vaguely i once shipped Clarke/Wells but they killed him off in like ep 3 so.) AU though… I’ve been shipping Kane/Jaha slash since the pilot lol, maybe to spite actor Isaiah Washington who plays Jaha but got fired from Grey’s Anatomy for being homophobic but really because the two men totally seem in love to me. And I shipped Clarke/Raven as soon as Raven landed on the ground, as soon as Clarke saw the guy she’d just slept with kissing Raven and decided to still smile at Raven and be genuinely glad she survived…

Most canon The 100 ships I enjoy a little.

Sorry if this was way too long. I had fun answering though! I know you’re already tagged, @quarticmoose, but I too would like to see your answers…

I’m not sure who to tag. @nickneedstherapy, @bookgirlfan, @purrplelace, @zserb really anyone who wants to be tagged please just let me know and I’ll add you or just. Do it anyway!

#shameless #the 100 #prison break #tumblr tagging games #fandom

[fandammit]

Wonderwall (1/4)

[AU: We were high school rivals. Now it’s our 20 year reunion and I think you’re absurdly good looking and very charming. Shoutout to @shefollowedfires for her beta skills.]

on Ao3

Abby looked around the room, her eyes scanning the crowd of late 30 somethings gathered at tables and crowded at the bar. The last few bars of a Gin Blossoms song faded out, quickly replaced by the opening notes of Alanis Morissette’s “Ironic.” The corners of her mouth tugged up slightly.

“See?” Callie said, smiling at Abby over the rim of her wine glass. “You’re having fun already.”

She raised her eyebrow.

“This song makes me feel nostalgic. I wouldn’t exactly call that having fun.”

“C’mon, Abby,” Callie said, nudging Abby with her shoulder, “there are cheap drinks, good music and you’re in great company.” She smiled widely before she took a long sip of her drink. “Plus, this is the easiest place for you to break your streak.”

Abby sighed.

“Not this again.”

Callie set down her drink.

“Abby, you've been in this self-imposed celibacy for three years. It's time. Consider this your opportunity put yourself back out there.”

Abby shook her head as she gestured to the throng of people around the room.

“How is this the place to jump back in? Everyone was basically married at the ten year reunion.”

Callie huffed in disbelief.

“Yeah, and now it's been ten more years. I can basically guarantee you that more than half of those people are divorced.” She picked up her glass and took a drink before continuing. “Actually, I can guarantee it because I Facebook stalked everyone who rsvp’d yes to the Facebook invite.”

Abby laughed, then shrugged, not quite able to meet Callie’s eye.

“Maybe I don't mind what my life has been like for the past three years.”

“Maybe your life shouldn't be something that you ‘don't mind.’” Callie retorted. She paused, then softened her tone. “Plus, we used to be roommates.” She looked at Abby over her drink and smirked. “The amount of times and variety of places I've accidentally walked in on you suggests that celibacy is decidedly not for you.”

Abby chuckled at that, then picked up her drink and took a long sip. She set the glass down and was quiet for a long moment before she finally spoke.

“Maybe...Jake was just it for me.” She looked up at Callie. “I mean, I have Clarke and my job.”

“And me,” Callie interjected.

Abby smiled.

“And you,” she agreed. She picked up her drink and lifted it in Callie's direction before finishing the rest of it.“That’s a pretty damn good life.”

“It is, Abby,” Callie said with a nod. “I’m not saying that it's not.” She finished the last of her drink and nodded at the bartender for another round before leaning against the bar to face Abby. “And I'm definitely not saying you should be trawling this place for a husband or anything.” She shuddered. “In fact, I would definitely advise against it given what I found during my Facebook stalking.”

She grinned as Abby laughed. The bartender came by with fresh drinks for the both of them. Callie looked down and toyed with her glass for a long moment before looking up and meeting Abby’s gaze.

“I just worry about you lately.”

Abby’s features softened into a reassuring smile.

“I'm doing ok.”

“I know you are. You’ve been so strong these last few years,” Callie said. “I hate that you even had to go through it all, but you did and it's amazing.” She drummed her fingers on the tabletop. “You are the best person I know, Abby, and you've been such a great mom to Clarke these last three years.” She took a deep breath and sighed. “It's just - sometimes I worry that you aren't doing anything that's just for you. That's just to make you happy.”

She leveled a skeptical look at Callie.  

“And taking some guy we knew from twenty years ago home with me is gonna make me happy?”

Callie grinned.

“Well, it certainly couldn't hurt. You have been increasingly crabby lately. Releasing some of that stored up sexual tension might do the trick.”

She waggled her eyebrows suggestively as Abby chuckled and shook her head.

“Have I really been crabby lately?” She asked after a moment.

Callie shrugged.

“Yeah, a little bit. You did send back your tea three times last week at brunch.”

“The water wasn’t hot enough!” Abby said defensively.

Callie raised her eyebrow.

“At the last school board meeting, you went on a fifteen minute rant about the use of the word inclusiveness versus inclusivity.”

“It was - .”

“It was literally fifteen minutes, Abby,” Callie interjected, drawing out the word. “On the use of one word in a school newsletter. I timed you.”

Abby took a deep breath and huffed a small, embarrassed laugh.

“So maybe I’ve been wound a little tight lately,” she admitted.

Callie smiled.

“Admitting it is the first step.” She took a long sip of her drink. “It's been so long since you've let yourself enjoy...life. Your own life. Sometimes it seems like you're so busy taking care of your patients and Clarke and me, that you don't have the time to take care of you.”

Abby gave her a small smile.

“It does take a lot of work to take care of you.”

Callie grinned at her.

“I complicate my life in purpose. I know you like to be needed.”

Abby laughed. Callie clinked their glasses together and they both took a long drink.   “Just, I don't know, you're here right?” Callie said, gesturing out across the crowded hotel ballroom with her glass in hand. “You're not sitting at home watching reruns of Grey’s Anatomy by yourself while Clarke’s away for the weekend. That's basically a small miracle in itself.” Abby exhaled pointedly at that, an indignant expression on her face that faded quickly into guilty acceptance. Callie grinned. “So, you know - drink, dance, flirt with the army of guys who wanted to sleep with you in high school. You deserve to have a good time, Abby.” She lifted her glass up and tilted it in Abby’s direction. “So, let’s go out and have a good time.”

Abby smiled and raised her own glass, tapping it against Callie’s before drinking down the remainder of her wine.

She set her glass down and squared her shoulders.

“Ok,” she said resolutely, “I’ll put myself out there. I’ll try and be fun tonight.”

She held up a finger in Callie’s direction.

“But I’m not going to take anyone home. Or going home with anyone.”

“Famous last words,” Callie said over the rim of her own glass, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

Abby knocked her shoulder into Callie.

“Not for me.”

Callie threw her head back and laughed. Abby gave her a wry grin.

“Well,” she hedged, “not since med school, at least.”

“Alright,” Callie said, a smile still plastered on her face, “but at least consider a passionate makeout in some darkened corner.”

Abby sighed good naturedly and looped her arm through Callie’s.

“If you can find me someone worth making out with here, I’ll consider it.”

Callie smiled widely at her, a determined glint in her eyes that made Abby want to take her words back. Before she could say anything else, the bartender arrived with two more drinks in tow. Callie grabbed them and handed one to Abby.

“I didn’t order another drink,” Abby said, though she took the proffered wine glass anyway.   

“I know,” Callie replied, then tapped her glass against Abby’s. After they’d both taken a long drink, she tugged Abby towards the direction of the dance floor. “C’mon, let’s mingle.” She grinned. “We need to find someone for you to make out with.”   

Nearly an hour and another full glass of wine later, and Abby had to admit that she was fully enjoying herself. She’d been nothing if not glad to leave high school, but she also couldn’t deny that high school had been a pretty damn enjoyable experience. She’d spent the past hour catching up with all the various groups she had been a part of during her time in college. Had reminisced with friends from Yearbook about terrible layouts and coffee fueled all nighters; laughed with former Debate club friends about arguments that no longer mattered; exchanged stories of generic, teenaged idiocy with people she’d spent hours in Student Government with.

All people who she’d slowly lost touch with in the grind of med school, the business of motherhood, and, finally, the sorrow filled years since Jake’s death.  

Midway through a conversation about their AP Literature teacher’s hellish weekly essays, she spotted Callie gesturing her over with all the subtlety of a toddler throwing a tantrum.

She excused herself politely from the conversation and walked quickly over to Callie.

“What's so urgent?”

“So. Someone just showed up and he aged extremely well.”

“Who?”

She pointed behind Abby.

“Marcus Kane.”

Callie looked at Abby’s expression and burst out laughing.

“Oh my god, even after all these years.”

“What?” Abby asked defensively.

“You still get that same look on your face when you hear his name.”

“What look?”

“The same look I imagine is on mine every time there’s a tomato somewhere on my food. Like you can’t possibly understand why anyone would think it’s a good idea; like you’re questioning why it even has to exist.”

“He’s just a ridiculous human being.

Callie shrugged, then took a long sip of her drink.

“He was. But to be fair, he didn’t come to the ten year, so we don’t really know what he ended up like.”

Abby shook her head, disbelieving.

“I can’t imagine he’d end up as anything other than a complete asshole.”

Callie tilted her head, considering Abby’s expression.

“You really didn’t like him.”

“What are you talking about? We really didn’t like each other.”

Callie made a humming sound in the back of her throat.

“What?” Abby said, surprised that Callie didn’t immediately agree. “He hated me from the moment I moved to the school.”

“I definitely think that’s true. I mean, he practically ran the school and then you come swanning in halfway through tenth grade and suddenly everyone’s flocking to you. Poor awkward, aloof Marcus, didn’t stand a chance next to pretty, perfect Abby.”  

She rolled her eyes.

“Stop it. It just wasn’t hard to be likable when you’re competing with Marcus Kane.”

Callie took another sip of her drink before setting it down on the table in front of her, drawing her finger along the edge of the glass.

“I mean, I agree that he did at first. But by our senior year...I don’t know.”

Abby raised her eyebrow.

“You don’t know what?”

Callie shrugged.

“Well, by the time our senior year rolled around, he always looked torn between wanting to argue with you and wanting to kiss you. Sometimes, he looked like he wanted to kiss you while he was arguing with you.”

Abby stared at her, a look of disbelief clearly lining her features.

“Are you serious? Don’t you remember the debate in AP Gov?”

Callie huffed a laugh.

“Abby, everyone remembers that debate in AP Gov. That debate is now probably part of the AP Gov syllabus. High school students are currently learning about that debate in their AP Gov classes.”  

“Exactly.”

Callie shook her head.

“Except that debate just proves my point.” She grinned at Abby’s confused look. “At the end of it, I wasn’t sure whether he was ready to throw you out of the class or throw you against a desk and start making out with you.”

Abby’s lips curdled into a grimace.

“I just started having a good time, Callie. Don’t make me nauseated.”

Callie laughed.

“I mean, be honest, Abby - it was a two way street. Remember he hated his last name because he was embarrassed that his mom taught at the school? And when you found that out you then you only called him by his last name. You weren’t exactly accommodating to him.”

Abby snorted.

“I didn’t need to be, everyone else was.”

“Abby.”

“What?”

“Pot, meet kettle.” She laughed at Abby’s affronted look. “You know, I think that’s part of the reason you hated him so much - you could never get him to do what you wanted the way you could with everyone else.”

“That's not true!”

“Abby, you once got Mrs. Allen to move the final because it was the same day as your debate competition.”

Abby spread her hands out in front of her and tilted her head.

“It worked out for everyone.”

Callie didn't say anything, though she still managed to give a distinct impression of rolling her eyes.

“Anyway, all this talk of Marcus Kane and you still haven’t even looked over to see what he looks like now.” She rolled her eyes good-naturedly at Abby’s stubborn look of refusal, then gestured directly behind her. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

Abby sighed heavily, then leaned back against the table and glanced casually behind her in the direction that Callie had pointed. She found him immediately, despite being able to only see his profile as he talked to someone across the table from him. But she could still recognize that rigid way he held himself, the fixed intensity of the stare she’d so often been on the other side of. He turned to greet someone that was standing off to the left of him, affording her a clear line of sight to his open face.

His hair had grown out, long and curled at the ends, a loose strand falling across his forehead in a way that was almost boyish. There was a thick beard covering half his face, trimmed enough to be groomed but still rougher than what she might’ve expected from him. She watched as he laughed, genuine and carefree in a way he’d never been when she knew him, and ran a hand down his beard. The movement was abruptly, inexplicably appealing to her; she shook her head, trying to clear it.

Suddenly, he looked past the figure standing before him and met her eyes from across the room. He looked taken aback, eyes wide with surprise; then, the corner of his mouth lifted in an uncertain half-smile and he raised a hand, his fingers twitching awkwardly as he waved to her.

She blinked rapidly, feeling her face heat up in response, and looked away without responding in kind.

“So I’m guessing you liked what you saw,” Callie said wryly.

Abby cleared her throat, brows furrowing, her eyes narrowing at Callie.

“Am I…” She trailed off and stared at her glass for a moment before meeting Callie’s eyes with a bewildered stare. “Am I that drunk?”

Callie grinned.

“You might be. But I can confirm that he is very, very hot, regardless.”

Abby huffed and shook her head again, trying to clear the fuzziness that came with drinking three glasses of wine.

“I was...not prepared for that.”

Callie laughed loudly.

“This night is going to be amazing.” 

#kabby #kabby fic #my fic #kabby modern au #marcus kane #abby griffin #callie cartwig #callie cartwig: eventual 1 kabby shipper #i know there's not a ton of kabby in this #but i wanted to build up the world a little bit first #don't worry - the rest of the chapters feature kabby heavily #just wanted to give y'all a taste ;)

[shawnakat]

Trump is Now President: Don't let the hate win

I keep meaning to write more, I really do. Unfortunately, it seems that I’m usually driving when the muse hits and I mentally come up with a really long post I want to share and by the time I get home I’ve forgotten the words I came up with. I try to write anyway but end up giving up and saving it as a draft, waiting and hoping for the words to come back. You should see how many drafts I have…Tonight, however, this post just jumped out at me while I sit here waiting for my phone to charge before bed.

Today a new President was sworn in. A man who many (myself included) don’t feel should have won. That point is no longer relevant; he’s officially the President like it or not. All we can do now is stay vigilant and use our voices and actions to keep him in line. Who knows, maybe the people who voted for him were right. Maybe he’s not going to do a bad job. Maybe things will get better…only time will tell.

It got me thinking about things though. Ok, maybe I’ve been thinking about this for a couple of days. I’m actually afraid for my daughters’ futures. I’m afraid of what things are going to be like when they are older. The way things are going I don’t think the prospects are good. People are just plain mean anymore.

I didn’t used to think that. Beyond the way my mother was and a few people here and there, I genuinely thought most people were generally nice. Either things have gotten worse or I was extremely sheltered and the Internet has opened my eyes. You tell me.

It’s heartbreaking to read the news most days. Parents killing their children, children killing their parents, strangers killing each other, the racism, anti LGBTQ, anti-muslim, cops shooting unarmed black people, people killing cops, rapes, raping babies, shooting up an elementary school, school shootings in general…I could go on and on but I’m going to get depressed so I’ll stop. You get the point. It’s heartbreaking.

I actually cry while reading the news most of the time now. You can laugh but I kind of consider myself an empath. I’m a really good judge on other people’s emotions (almost like I can sense them) and when I see or read about people hurting it hurts me. I’d stop reading it but I don’t want to sit here with my head in the sand anymore. As much as it hurts I want to know, I need to know, so I can help make a difference. I’ve mentioned before that I was abused but I’m not sure if I said I lived a sheltered life or not. Yes, it’s possible to have both. We never went ANYWHERE beyond school, the store, and sometimes church. We didn’t watch or listen to the news; very sheltered. I believed most people were fairly decent because in our small town, most of the people I encountered were decent. I believed racism was gone because I didn’t ever see it.

As an adult I see now that I was wrong.

I like to read through the comments sections of news articles and Facebook posts and I’m astounded at the amount of racist remarks I’ve read. I shouldn’t be, but I am. In June Jesse Williams gave a very controversial speech when he accepted his award. It ticked a lot of people off big time! I’ll admit to being one of those people. But here’s where I differ from a lot, if not most, of them: I was so upset because I LOVE his character on Grey’s Anatomy and I was offended by what he said that I couldn’t stop thinking about it…the more I thought about it the more I tried to justify myself. And wouldn’t you know, the more I tried to justify myself the more I realized he was right and I was wrong.

I don’t remember exactly where my argument with his speech started but at some point I remember thinking “I don’t see color when I look at people, I’m not racist!” But that thought was quickly followed by “ok, maybe I do see color, I have eyes there’s no way around it.” Somewhere along the line I was angry about his ‘white privilege’ comment. I’m poor, grew up that way. Where’s my privilege? But of course that was followed by “ok, so I can be relatively sure I’m not going to be shot by police at a routine stop, and ok, people don’t automatically assume negative things about me based on my skin color, in fact I have never been judged by my skin color and never will be… OH THERE’S MY WHITE PRIVILEGE. You don’t have to agree with me. You’re agreement on the matter doesn’t change the facts.

Once I saw my privilege I set out to do better. I started following a ton of civil rights awareness type accounts and basically any account that pointed out racism and how to overcome it. I’ve started calling out coworkers and family on anything remotely racist, and I also started talking to my girls about it more and telling them about and making them watch the news. I want them to be aware. It’s not much, but it’s a start. It’s why I call myself an activist in training… During one conversation I asked Abby if she knew it wasn’t ok to judge someone based on the color of their skin or physical appearance. Her response was the best I’ve ever heard, “Of course it’s not ok. Never judge a book by its cover, you don’t know what’s on the inside.” -She’s 9.

I think I might have went down a rabbit trail; sorry. So anyway, I was wrong and racism still exists. But it’s more than that. People are really mean, especially online. Read any article about a child going missing or getting seriously hurt or dying and a good number of those comments are blaming the parents. Without any proof or evidence! What happened to compassion and empathy? What happened to waiting until we have facts before crusifying people? Are people getting worse or just finally showing humanity’s true colors because of the anommity of the Internet?

I know there are kind and compassionate people out there, I know I can’t be the only one. I can’t be the only one that watches a movie or clip about the civil rights area or slavery and cries when I see the atrocities done to black people, I can’t be the only one whose heart breaks watching or reading the news, but sometimes I wonder where they are. We need to get louder. We need to overcome all the hate with kindness. Now more than ever, and not just because of our new President but also because hate seems to be running rampant these days. Love Trumps hate, or so I’ve read. In my attempts to be louder, I like to use the hashtags #BeKind and #TheWorldNeedsMoreKindness in my tweets. I like to start the week with a good morning tweet and then quote it while tagging as many people I can think of to let them know someone is thinking of them and hopefully make them smile. More recently I’ve started trying to make most of my tweets inspirational and reminders to be kind. My feed is full of #BeKind tags now. Because of this, I’ve started using an old account I haven’t logged into in years and am in the process of moving most of my TV and fan accounts I follow it. I don’t want my fan obsessions to overrun my kindness tweets…not that I’m mean, exactly, when live tweeting my shows, but I sometimes get a little grumpy…I’m not perfect.

I think I’ve forgotten my point…except to say that the world really does need more kindness. Yes, Trump is now our President, yes people are killing their children and children are killing their parents, and yes, the news in general is showing the future to be pretty bleak, it doesn’t mean we have to sit back and let things get worse. We can actively work to make a difference by spreading as much kindness as we can. Don’t let the hate win.

#BeKind

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