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I’m looking for a fic that I can no longer find on ao3. It was by saz_sapphic and the story was titled “Cool About It”. Can anyone help me? I was 5 chapters into the 50+ chapter story.
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Another Gentleman Jack fan pointer. The duo who wrote the wonderful theme song for the show, O'Hooley and Tidow, released another GJ song. It's called The Ballad of Ann and Anne. It's absolutely gorgeous. And, to make it even better, GJ herself, Suranne Jones sings on it. I'm in Ireland and the song is available on my Spotify account. Check it out for yourself.
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For those of you who are fans of Gentleman Jack, are you aware of a book called Learned By Heart? It's by Emma Donohue and is about Anne Lister's time at school in York, where she met and had a relationship with a fellow pupil.
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Dr. Deegan looks awful familiar altogether. 🤔
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WANNA BE IN A FANFICTION?
as some of you all i'm rewriting greys and i've been a bit stumped on names for the extras (patients, patient's family, hospital personnel, people who work outside of the hospital, etc)
SO, IF ANY OF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN HAVING A CHARACTER NAMED AFTER YOU, ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS...
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THEN HEAD OVER TO MY ASKS UNDER "SUGGESTIONS" AND LEAVE YOUR FIRST NAME ONLY (!!) FEEL FREE TO LEAVE ANY LITTLE FACTS OR TRAITS ABOUT YOURSELF IF YOU'D LIKE THEM TO BE MENTIONED. (AND IF YOU HAVE A SPECIFIC ROLE YOU'D LIKE, LEAVE THAT AS WELLL :) )
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It occurred to me just after I posted my last poll that polls serve a very interesting second purpose, on top of causing fights over food choices and determining the best blorbo. The little "67 votes" marker is perhaps the most accurate look at how many people have seen any given post, and it is always far bigger than the number of notes! A poll with two reblogs might have fifty votes! There's so many people on this website, it's amazing!
So I want to try something. An experiment, if you will, to see how many people actually see a given post. For science. And for the little gremlin in me who likes experiments and numbers and statistics and wants new experiments and numbers and statistics to play with.
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Hinting at Kai's return to us?
#amelia x kai#kai bartley#kaimelia#grey's anatomy#greys abc#fightsone#er fightmaster#caterina scorsone#amelia shepherd
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Thank you to everyone who got me to 500 likes!
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Don't let them be teasing us! Dr. Bartley can be a cowboy so long as they come back to us.
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Just finished reading a gorgeous LGBTQ story. Stir-fry. Emma Donoghue.
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Amelia is going after Kai.
I couldn’t sleep
And
One stop on the Amelia Shepherd apology tour.
And
She apologized to Yashudo.
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There's only Kai left to apologise too.
Who agrees with me?
#kai bartley#greys anatomy#amelia shepherd#amelia shepard#amelia x kai#kaimelia#kai x amelia#er fightmaster#caterina scorsone#it ain't over till it's over
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Love Thy Neighbour
Chapter 3
With lunch eaten, it was back to The Sister House for Amelia and Scout. The movers were prompt and arrived on time. While the youngster enjoyed an unusual whole afternoon of Play Station, Amelia was kept busy directing the placement of her furniture throughout the rooms.
She loved this house. Always had done. Derek, her late brother, had re-modelled the house for Meredith and for the family that the couple had hoped to have together. With his own hands, he had crafted it into an ideal family home and no matter where she stood within it, Amelia could feel Derek’s presence. He was in the walls, floors, fixtures, and fittings that surrounded her, something that brought her a sense of peace and calmness.
Also, the house had always been Amelia’s safe and happy place. On her arrival in Seattle from Los Angeles, Amelia had been a mess. Grieving the loss of her fiancé James and their son, Christopher, she’d been a shambling mess, struggling with her addictions to OxyContin and booze. Eager to help, Mer and Derek had offered her not just a room, but a home and it had been in this home where she had learned to be sober, achieving a new normal for herself.
Plus, it was where she had raised Scout for the first three years of his life. He had taken his first wobbly steps in the living room of this house. He’d spoken his first words there too. Marks indicating his height, and those of his cousins, could still be found on the wall of the kitchen.
With so much of their history here, having the house fall into the hands of strangers, who would never fully appreciate it, was not something that she could live with. So, when Meredith had told her about wanting to sell it, she’d agreed a price with her adopted sister and bought the sentimental pile of bricks herself. Then, before she knew it, Amelia and Scout were going home.
Standing looking at her small sofa, she wondered if she would ever be able to fill up its large spaces. Her pieces of furniture were few in number, coming as she was from a small apartment. In places, they were too small for the much larger spaces they would now be occupying, meaning that they would need to be replaced in due course. Remembering how the house was before her life was turned on it’s head, Amelia feared that she’d ever be able to replicate its homely, lived in atmosphere.
Never in the houses history had so few people lived in there. It had always been a collection point for Grey-Sloan’s waifs and strays. At some point, almost all of the hospitals interns and residents had lived there. The trend had begun with Mer, Alex, George, Izzie and Christina and had ended with the most recent crop of residents. Even then, Shepherd blood had been present here. Her nephew, Lucas had only moved out, having taken up an oncology fellowship in New York, alongside his new bride, Simone.
Amelia didn’t feel inclined to open the house up like that again. Living alone had been an awakening for her. Living with other people, she’d never had to learn how to fully care for herself. For example, up until three years ago, she famously hadn’t been able to cook. Meredith and Maggie had always prepared her meals or she ate in the hospitals canteen or she’d grabbed herself a takeaway. Even when she’d first moved into the apartment, Maggie had batched cooked enough to see her through the week.
Living alone had also forced Amelia to take responsibility for her own mental health and addiction management. She’d had to learn to be able to identify early warning signs that she was entering a spiral. Spiralling was a one way street back to rehab and with her key support figures no longer on her immediate doorstep, she couldn’t afford to let herself slip.
So she’d gotten herself a good therapist, attended regular AA and NA meetings, enrolled in a cookery course, and had thus started the process of taking control of her life. With a lot of hard work, she’d learned to become self-sufficient. For the first time in her life, she hadn’t needed to rely on anyone and it was a pretty good feeling. It was also safe. If you could do it all by yourself, then you didn’t need anyone or anything. It was a neat way to ensure that she couldn’t be hurt anymore.
With the furniture sorted, Amelia realised that it had been hot and thirsty work. She plucked chilled bottles of ginger ale from the cooler box she’d packed, knowing the fridge would be empty in the sister house. The movers gratefully accepted the cold drinks, along with a generous tip as they prepared to leave. Having waved them off, she flopped down on her compact sofa, next to Scout. She watched him play his game for a few minutes before gently but firmly insisting it was time for him to shut it down.
“Let’s get some fresh air. How about a picnic in the garden?” she suggested.
He didn’t look convinced. “Picnics are for babies. I’m a big boy now, Mom.”
She chuckled at this. “You’ll always be my baby, squish”, she thought.
“You are getting big. If you keep growing so fast, I may have to stack some of my big, fat, heavy textbooks on your head. That ought to do the trick.”
Scout looked at his Mom sternly but when he saw her laughing, he gave in and laughed too. He loved her to bits, even if she made really bad Mom jokes sometimes.
“So what about that picnic? You must be hungry?”
He couldn’t disagree and so they set up a blanket on the ground in a shady spot in the yard. It was near where the old swing had been, the one where Kai had left her the first time, after telling her that they didn’t want what she had – a child.
“No, no, no, Shepherd. Stay in the present. Going back there will only hurt you”, she thought.
Putting her focus back on her current reality, Amelia set about pouring a cool drink for Scout and then offering him a paper plate of salad, cold meat, and bread. After she’d prepared her own plate, they’d gotten comfy and told each other jokes as they ate. Peals of laughter filled the air, causing a blackbird that had been perching on the fence to become startled and take to flight. It was a wholesome, heart-warming scene, one that Amelia wished she didn’t have bring to an end. But, with work still to be done, she had no option but to do so.
Together, which really meant her working with Scout watching, Amelia got their beds made and unpacked some essentials such as clothes, underwear, and toiletries, along with towels and Scout’s green frog plushie. Link had bought it when he’d first learned that she was pregnant and it had always been Scout’s favourite toy. He couldn’t sleep without his battered old froggy tucked safely under his arm. Next, she ordered a home delivery of groceries and when it arrived, she put it away. After, she made an executive decision that that was enough for today. Everything else could wait until tomorrow.
She made a simple pasta meal for dinner, before getting Scout showered and ready for bed. They watched a movie on her laptop before Scout went up to bed. With his teeth brushed, she tucked him in and kissed him goodnight.
After cleaning up the kitchen, she made sure the house was safely locked up before heading upstairs herself. She took a long, cool shower, and put on her pyjamas. After looking in on Scout, who was out cold and snoring softly, she got into her bed and was soon enjoying her first nights sleep in her new-old home.
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Love Thy Neighbour
Chapter 2
She took the well worn key from her purse and slid it into the polished brass lock and tried to turn it. However, it didn’t budge. She paused, slightly confused, until muscle memory took over. Her fingers drew the key back a fraction and with a gentle wiggle, the key rotated. The glass panelled front door opened on to the hallway. The oak staircase rose to her left while the entry way to the living room was to her right. Straight ahead was the kitchen.
The moving company had been there earlier and Neatly stacked boxes of their belongings lined the hallway under the stairs. Her furniture was due to arrive after lunch. Scout wandered down the hall, exploring at his leisure. He had been to the house with his cousin Lucas, and so was familiar with it. However, he had been too little when they had left it to really be able to remember having lived there.
“Can I pick my room now, Mom?” he asked as he returned to her side, his tour of the ground floor having been completed. She smiled at him mischievously, dropping her purse and dashing up the stairs ahead of the boy.
“I get the best room!”, she called back over her shoulder.
“Hey! No fair, Mom!”. He quickly followed her up the stairs.
He found her standing in the doorway to a room. It was to the left at the head of the stairs, beside the bathroom. He nudged his way past her to inspect the space. He thought it was a great room, with good light and room for his toys, books, and study desk. Not wanting to miss out on an even better room, he wandered back past Amelia, who was still standing in the doorway.
With a sigh, she joined the youngster, as he explored the other three bedrooms. The master bedroom, which had been Meredith’s, was much bigger. It was to the rear of the house, it’s two windows looking out over the yard. The room had its own bathroom, which made it attractive. Still, it didn’t feel like the right choice to him.
The last two rooms were smaller and so Scout wasn’t interested in them. He returned to the first room, and declared that it was the one he wanted. Amelia smiled at him and hunkered down, so as to better look at his handsome face and said, “This actually used to be my room, squish.”
“Oh, well you can have it back. If you want it. I can use one of the littler ones.” He looked a little disappointed at losing his chosen space.
She reached out to stroke his cheek and chuckled. “Nah, that’s not what l meant Scout. I was just amazed that you picked it, seeing as it was mine. Great minds, hey squish?”
His face lit up and he gave her a hug. “Thanks. You’re the bestest Mom ever!”. He broke out of their cuddle to bound into his room.
“I’m going to take that one”, she said indicating towards the master.
“Cool. That’s a great room too. Definitely the second bestest one!”
She chuckled and stood up, knees popping as she did so. “I’m getting old”, she thought sadly.
At 42 years of age, Amelia was still slim, fit, and healthy. Her skin was beginning to wrinkle and her hair had more and more greys each time she checked, which was pretty often the truth be told. She wasn’t vain exactly but she knew that her glory days were slipping by her, as time and the inevitability of ageing caught up to her.
Still her mind remained sharp and focused. Her hand was as steady as it had always been. Plus, she was whip smart. Her involvement in the Parkinson’s project had sky rocketed her to superstar status among her fellow neurosurgeons, earning her multiple awards and accolades in the years that followed it. She knew those awards meant something but given the traumas she had been going through at the time, she had never really been able to take any joy from them. Especially the ones that she had shared with Kai.
For the second time in as many hours, Amelia forced herself to push her gloomy thoughts to the back of her mind. She pulled her phone from her back pocket and checked the time. Almost lunchtime. No wonder she was beginning to feel hungry.
“Hey squish, time for lunch. What do you fancy?”.
“Pizza!”
“Oh, good call. Bambino’s it is. You need to pee before we head out?”
“Nope. I’m okay”.
“Alright then. To the Batmobile.”
She trotted down the chairs, Scout already pulling the door open. She grabbed her purse and locked up behind her. She paused to take in the view from the porch. She scanned the street. She saw familiar faces and felt comforted by that fact.
Checking the neighbouring driveway, she expected to see Mr. Freeman’s 1969 firebird. The car had been the old man’s pride and joy and he was always to be seen tinkering under its bonnet. The house looked as it always had, except the firebird was no where to be seen. In its place was a smart new looking electric vehicle.
“That’s odd. Mr. Freeman was a petrol head. No way he would have ever driven an electric vehicle”, she mused.
Scout hollered for her to hurry because he was now absolutely starving for pizza. Making a mental note to check in with her neighbour, she trotted down to her own car and climbed behind the wheel. All thoughts of her neighbour left her minds eye as she turned on some music and headed out to get some lunch.
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Love Thy Neighbour
Chapter 1
With the last box finally safely stowed in the trunk of her car, Amelia closed it, relishing the satisfying clunk. Seattle was unseasonably warm, and although it was barely past 11am, the day was already hotter than hell. She could feel beads of sweat trickling in rivulets down her back and between her breasts, while her brunette locks were damply matted to her forehead. “I must look a sight!”, she thought to herself. Still, she remained in a positive and upbeat mood because today was a special day.
Her son sat in the car. It was cooler there with the air conditioning on. At six years of age, his attention span remained short and while he was at first enthused by the idea of helping her to pack, he had soon grown bored. He began to complain about the heat, how it made him sweaty, and how he was thirsty. Eventually, she’d had to strap him into his booster seat, tablet playing his favourite cartoons, with a cool drink. She looked at him now, his blond hair sticking up in front where a cow’s lick refused it permission to land. His blue eyes, so much like her own, were focused on the screen before him. However, sensing her eyes upon him, Scout turned towards his mom and flashed her a cheeky smile.
“All done, kiddo! Time to go”, she said, looking up at the apartment that had been her home for the past three years. It was bittersweet to be leaving this place. Afterall, it had been her very first independent home. Before moving here, Amelia had always lived with other people and if certain events hadn’t have happened, perhaps that would have remained the case. However, the last three years had been incredibly difficult for her, testing her ability to cope and to survive.
It had all started with the fire. The house that she had shared with her adopted sisters, Meredith, and Maggie, had suffered severe fire damage after being struck by lightning. The roof had needed to be replaced and the inside extensively refurbished and redecorated. The extent of the damage had meant that the repair work was going to take a long time to be completed. Amelia had taken the decision to move into her own apartment.
Then, shortly after that, Meredith had taken the decision to move to Boston for a fresh start with her children. Her departure, while jarring, hadn’t frightened Amelia. Meredith had left once before, after the death of her husband, Derek. Derek had also happened to be Amelia’s brother. Mer had been away for almost a full year. The distance between them had made them closer, crazy as that may sound. They had learned to listen to, respect, and love each other. Ever since then, they had been close enough to consider them sisters, albeit from different misters as the kids were so fond of saying. Having already been separated from Mer, Amelia felt able to cope with her leaving, and although she had known that she would miss her terribly, she knew that she’d be okay.
Then, Maggie had left. Unlike with Meredith, there had been no clues about her desire to leave right up until almost the date of her departure. Maggie had been having trouble in her marriage to Winston, but in her heart, Amelia had believed that they were going to work it all out and that things would be okay again. Unlike with Meredith, losing Maggie had been hard. Maggie was bright and shiny, and she had brought those qualities into Amelia’s world. Also, when Amelia had taken the apartment, Maggie had cooked enough food for Amelia and Scout to survive through the week. Amelia had been a shocking cook back then, capable of burning water. Her sisters kindness had made them even closer so that when the time came, it felt that one of the last people who loved and cared for her was leaving her and this triggered the mourning process for Amelia.
On the very day that Maggie had left Seattle, Kai, her partner, had dropped yet another bombshell into Amelia’s lap. They were leaving too. They had been asked to open a new research lab, one that was three times bigger than the one that they currently worked at in Minnesota. But, they, unlike her sisters, were not going to be a relatively short plane ride away. They were going to be an almost ten-hour flight away in London. England.
When they had told her, Amelia had been devastated. Never had she felt so seen, heard, and free in a relationship. With every moment that she had spent with them, Amelia had felt herself falling deeper and deeper in love with them. In fact, she had just asked them to move to Seattle to live with her when they told her their news.
Talk about a freaking kick in the guts. They were not telling her that they were considering a job offer, but that they had in fact accepted the job already. That’s what probably hurt Amelia the most. The fact that they obviously didn’t see her as a priority in their life. That’s what caused her heart to break and to close. Since Kai had walked out of her apartment and life three years ago, there had been no-one else in her life, bed, or heart, nor was she open to any of those things happening any time soon.
Then came the worst tragedy of all. Link, Scout’s dad, had been killed in a road traffic accident. Going home from work after a long, difficult surgery, he had fallen asleep at the wheel. The car had veered off the road and collided with a telephone pole. He had been killed on impact. Even though they were no longer a couple at the time of his death, Amelia had been inconsolable. The man who had given her the most precious thing she had in this world, her child, was gone and she would always miss him.
As a recovering narcotic and alcohol addict, Amelia had struggled to maintain her sobriety through those dark, dark days. There were times where she had found herself sitting in her car outside of liqueur stores, fighting her self-destructive instinct to drown her sorrows with whiskey and vodka. On still other occasions, she had also been sorely tempted to go down the parts of the city were dealers stood on street corners and score herself some oxys and just meld away into oblivion as their high washed over her.
The one thing that had kept her on the straight and narrow was the child sitting behind her. Scout had already lost one parent, so she had to fight to stay alive for him. It had been painful and without Richard Webber and her AA friends, Amelia knew that she might not have made it. Now three years later, she was proud to say that had been sober for almost ten years and was feeling strong enough to stay that way for the foreseeable future and beyond.
Pushing these gloomy thoughts to the back of her brain, she focused on the good things that she had going within her life. Things like what she was about to do today. Days like today made staying sober easier. She smiled to herself as she steered her vehicle down residential streets to pull up outside of her new house.
“Are we there, Mom?”, Scout asked.
“Yes, squish. We are there. Wanna come take a look with me?”
The child undid his seatbelt and joined his mother on the sidewalk to look at their home. It wasn’t really a new home for them, even though they hadn’t set foot in it for almost three years. Smiling Amelia put her arm around Scout’s shoulders and guided him up the timber steps to the porch of what had once been known as the sister house.
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