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nate hawkins the man u are

#ooc tbt. #ill be slowly following people from the new multi this weekend #❤️

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i have a love/hate relationship with how intensely i feel things

#* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀introspection / meta ⠀ 、 ⠀ daria followhill. #precious baby.

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ya girl is working on a new ( smaller + more focused ) multi. following on the new blog will be selective since i wanna keep it p simple and lowkey for my own wellbeing <3 thank u for understanding.

#ooc tbt.

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lil off-campus / briaru tag drop, shoutout to my fave enabler @neverafters <3

#* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀introspection / meta ⠀ 、 ⠀ gigi graham. #* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀interactions / asks ⠀ 、 ⠀ gigi graham. #* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀introspection / meta ⠀ 、 ⠀ brenna jensen. #* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀interactions / asks ⠀ 、 ⠀ brenna jensen. #* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀introspection / meta ⠀ 、 ⠀ colin fitzgerald. #* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀interactions / asks ⠀ 、 ⠀ colin fitzgerald. #* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀introspection / meta ⠀ 、 ⠀ hunter davenport. #* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀interactions / asks ⠀ 、 ⠀ hunter davenport. #tags.

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upstead in bed 8x11 

#* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀introspection / meta ⠀ 、 ⠀ jules west. #re: jules west + john tucker. #neverafters #will be crying thanks

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tuck wants to know why her last name is west and not tucker ??

bc he didn’t marry her yet 🤷‍♀️

#ooc tbt. #she said come get it ❤️

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jules west + john tucker, @neverafters.

life was great. in about a year, she'd become a mother of two, she was about to get married. in two weeks, and now tuck claimed he had a surprise for his girls, so she'd dressed little jamie in her cute jacket ( the one that matches her own ) and they toddled down the street along with their favorite guy. the toddler still doesn't know that she's about to be a big sister - well, in about seven months. walking a bit away from the apartment and the bar above it - then his steps pause, in front of a cute little house, she scoops up jamie. " why are we stopping here? you know the ones who have it? " nodding to him, noticing that the house looks empty, and they were looking for a place. their family was growing and there wasn't room enough in the apartment for the four + of them.

and then she slowly realizes, her face starts to light up - it couldn't be. they'd looked at this, it was out of budget and they had to keep saving at least until mini tucker came along. smiling when james looks at her dad with a giggle. " daaaddy who's house is this?! "

#neverafters #neverafters ... john tucker. #* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀interactions / asks ⠀ 、 ⠀ jules west.

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#* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀introspection / meta ⠀ 、 ⠀ dean di laurentis. #re: dean di laurentis + allie hayes. #neverafters

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my version of the roman empire

#* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀introspection / meta ⠀ 、 ⠀ jules west. #re: jules west + john tucker. #neverafters

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@jer3miah. words would always fail in these situations. in the times where her boys were breaking, when they were weary and tired, when it crossed their minds that she would not be here next christmas. that they would go on without her, which she needed them to. but the thought was more comforting to her, than it would ever be to them. he mentions belly, well, she did first. but it stings a little. their conversations were mostly over texts these days. not the usual calls, and isabel never came along when laurel was around. she knows their girl is suffering, that everything is frightening her. but what hurts more is the unspoken answer from her son, fingers wrap around his own hands, but before she walks to grab him a charger, she pulls him into a hug, giving him a squeeze with all the power she has in her body. luckily it was a good day, so that power was almost double than what she had the last weekend where laurel had stayed the entire time. gently pulling back after what might've been a little too long, cupping his cheek, pressing her lips to his forehead.

" i have a charger, let me get it for you, sweet boy. " another kiss to the crown of his head before she walks towards the chair she'd been reading in lately. rereading laurel's books, making her feel closer to the ones she loved, not further way from life than ever. it was weird knowing your days were more numbered than others. other people didn't know when their lives would stop, it could be tomorrow or fifty years. beck had months, if she was lucky. that was a terrible feeling. but the worst parts was leaving behind her boys, belly, steven ... and laurel. she wonders if her original special girl would ever truly be the same again, if she'd laugh the same way. if she'd let herself fall in love with someone else. " here you go, no rap. i want a proper dance, where i get to hold my boy and snuggle up. " grinning at him as she speaks.

@lovetold, it's equal parts ruthless and sparing how malignancies show mercy to heartache while simultaneously causing the most profound pain. cancer can go so long neglected, concealed from view while ravaging a body, an entire heart, from the inside out. it's challenging to tell when things are past the point of no return, when things have traipsed from promising territory and into the irreparable and unsalvageable. it's in minor moments however, moments that can easily be overlooked by obligations or diversion alike, that the cruelties of the disease can rear its ugly head and truly show face. for someone unlike jeremiah, someone whose perhaps accepting of what's to come, someone whose planning for the bitter events that trail death like an unwelcome shadow, the sagacity of what comes next would probably be at the forefront of their minds. these circumstances require preparation, these diseases that take and take and take and demand recognition.

even if he were at a stage in his moms disease where his thoughts should dismally retreat from the idealistic safety net that nurtures his hope just to be plagued by the truth of her deterioration, he doesn't think he'd let it. he wouldn't surrender to grief, not quite yet. not when there's still so much left for her to live, not when there's still so much left for her to experience, so many memories to continue making. none of that changes the mantle of disquietude that tiers his hope like a transparent film, like saran wrap closely varnishing his heart, leaving it exposed to the slightest tears. with his hope so visible, it leaves his heart exposed to puncture. when that saran wrap tears, everything that's sealed within the chambers of his atria will come bursting through like a dam breaking. but not now, now he can delight in his mom still being alive and loving him with the strength of a thousand mothers. now, all he can assure is to give her that same love in return. " you and belly talk way too much, " mirth teasingly curls around his words and replaces what he truly means. do you feel strong enough right now, mom? he smiles despite the passing thought and extends his hands out to her, letting her arms guide him up to his feet. curling his fingers around her own, their hands clasp cautiously, charm ever-present in the upturn of his lips. " dance break it is. do you have a charger in here? mine's upstairs and my phone's almost out of juice. it's of total necessity if we plan on making the best out of this break. "

#jer3miah #jer3miah ... jeremiah fisher. #* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀interactions / asks ⠀ 、 ⠀ susannah beck fisher. #im crying a lil #cancer / #parental death /

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@enremoto. she is ranting, words keep spilling, leaving herself bleeding on the hospital parking lot. she doesn't register anything around her, around them. she barely registers jackson at this point, all she feels is pain. she wonders if this is what dying truly feels like - if there was no peace, no light at the end of the tunnel. if one day, you are the happiest you have ever been - expecting a miracle, and then the next day ... you are a parent, but you have no baby. if one day you are in love, and the next day your most loved person tells you in the parking lot that you just don't work. no miracle could save this, nothing was going to change this. this was ... so far away from running off from her wedding. for a couple of seconds she shuts her eyes, wondering what a life with matthew would've looked like, and she knows one thing for sure ... it wouldn't have hurt this bad. a pause before she looks back at jackson, peeking into those blue hues, the ones that would sweep her into their embrace normally. assure her that everything was okay and would always be. " if you loved me, we'd make this work. " but she regrets it almost as soon as she says it. she knows that he loves her, that he also lost their son, but it hadn't been his body. it hadn't been him who couldn't keep samuel alive. who couldn't keep their boy safe in the place he was supposed to be his safest. " go on, say it. say that you blame me for his death. " something he'd never hinted, but something that april did herself. every. single. day.

@lovetold, somehow they’ve arrived here, how the hell did they get here?   somehow they’re standing outside of grey sloan, car keys in hand, as he takes blow after blow.   words and incredulity slam into him, breath sucker-punched from his lungs with each and every word professed.   he’d be lying if he said his own words hadn’t afflicted him just the same.   but at some point, at some point between an suv slowing down as they drove by the apparent spectacle and a toddler pointing at them to their mother, the fight had left him.   shoulders sag slightly, his chest cracked open beyond repair.    " april. "     he shoves down the urge to sweep her into his arms, to utterly drown in the depths of a kiss he desperately aches to give her.   but his every last defense is still raised, an army of guards securing his heart. " april! "    ever abruptly he interjects, azure hues wide and frenzied akin to the flame erupting in his chest.     " and you think that i don't?   that—   that i don't want you?   i love you, april, but it's been more than obvious that we just don't work. "

#enremoto #enremoto ... jackson avery. #* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀interactions / asks ⠀ 、 ⠀ april kepner. #child death / #now we hold hands and cry

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@goodw1ns. of course her old friendship's first response is to ask - how can i help? a catchphrase he'd been caught asking everyone around him since forever. something that forever reminds her of her conrad, always willing to help. if he chose medicine, he'd be very much like max goodwin, she was sure of it. but that would mean he somehow kept his head above water. it meant beck wasn't allowed to drown him with her illness, with her dying. somehow, there's a dreadful voice lingering in the back of her mind, a voice telling her that he knows something. he might not know everything, yet. but something was up, something had changed. somehow, she wasn't worried the same way about jeremiah. he bled sunshine and optimism, he would be hit so hard when she was no longer there to pull him close for a hug - but she likes to think he will be able to talk about it. she's terrified conrad will retrieve into his hide, that no one will be able to pull him out to see that there always is light at the end of the tunnel, that no matter what, the sun always rises. even when your mother is dead and no longer there to prove that point.

instead of replying to the initial question, beck leans into the story of max's daughter and his ... " you gonna marry that girl yet? " raising her brows, wiggling them both at him. she knows the subject is sore, since he had already been married before. but she'd met jo, she was one of the sweetest people she'd ever met, and without knowing so for certain, beck had a feeling that she knew pain too. max needed someone who'd felt the cruelty of the world and had survived it. just like conrad. " ah yes, the destructive era. my boys would never. " she teases with a laugh, it absolutely wasn't true, but if a mother couldn't sanctify her children before dying ... there truly were no privileges.

” conrad isn’t .. he’s not doing well. “ beck admits as she sits down next to her friend. she goes to the beach house often these days — mostly with laurel, and mostly on weekends. her days are numbered and this time is too precious to waste. “ tell me about your girls. “

@lovetold, the lingering knot had been compressing his chest with every passing week,   as if he'd been hungry for air and couldn't get his head up high enough to breathe.      with one foot still in new amsterdam post resignation,    a soon to be fleeing max is finding it notably challenging to tie up all loose ends as medical director before returning home.    he may still have holds in new york city, but his heart belongs in cousins.    the board of directors were hellbent on condemning his every approval given his imminent departure,    his every authorization that’s only looking out for the best interest of new amsterdam,    of new amsterdam's patients.    whatever his doctors needed signed,    you bet his name's scrawled legible and bold across the dotted line.    resolutely contending with a system that’s tirelessly proven to be broken.    it was a vicious cycle.    whatever his patients needed,    he’d bend over backwards to get it.    he knows the hospital can’t economically endure the way it has been — but he doesn’t care,    not if it means every patient surviving.    now the knot in his chest loosens as the pressurized haze seems to clear, even if temporarily. it clears because someday very soon, it will no longer be in his jurisdiction.    fist drops from where it supports a stubbled jaw, distant gaze refocusing only to meet an exceptionally familiar face seated alongside.    " is there anything i can do? "     how can i help?    he wishes to say, but warm hues mirror a melancholic smile instead.    " well, i put a cap on a blender and luna takes it off as i'm pressing the power button, i'll leave the rest to your imagination. jo's been saying she's in her... destructive era. "

#goodw1ns #goodw1ns ... max goodwin. #* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀interactions / asks ⠀ 、 ⠀ susannah beck fisher. #cancer / #i cry a lil lj #she really said im gonna matchmake everyone i love #thats her thing

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Ted Lasso 1.10 “The Hope That Kills You”

#* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀introspection / meta ⠀ 、 ⠀ dean di laurentis. #neverafters ... allie hayes. #its them. dean isn’t wearing a shirt allie is wearing his jersey #life is great

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spoons for writing on tumblr are low these days, but i want u to know y’all still live in my heart 💕🌸

#this was so dramatic aggdhddj #i’m just back in my reading era ✨ #ooc tbt.

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#𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐘.𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐑.𝐂𝐎𝐌:        a highly selective & mutually exclusive roleplay blog for ━ 𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍, the avatar of greed. a canon character found within the mobile game [ obey me! one master to rule them all ]. written  by   flo(rence), 24. ©

#flo 🫶 #can u believe we knew each other as Babies #🥺 i’m proud of us.

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* hello loves, i've done some updates to the carrd, small change in rules + updated exclusives list. i also updated the activity / priority listings on characters. i've added the current primary muses to the pinned post so they are easier for everyone to find. <3 hope you all had a great day / night.

#ooc tbt. #i need a nap dslhgdsgd #i love y'all #gonna do a small sb round before laying down

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@neverafters

social media accounts belonging to: daria (followhill) scully, hannah wells (graham) + julie "jules" west. do not reblog this post. (unless you're kt)

#* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀introspection / meta ⠀ 、 ⠀ daria followhill. #* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀introspection / meta ⠀ 、 ⠀ hannah wells. #* ⠀ 𓂅 ⠀introspection / meta ⠀ 、 ⠀ jules west. #neverafters #for the ktida multiverse