#emma wilson

[cosimothegaydragonman]

tt characters based on screenshots from a chinese dating show.

#thank you for inspiring me adrian #trauma center #trauma team #little guy #gabriel cunningham #maria torres #erhard muller #naomi kimishima #emma wilson #esha patel #tomoe tachibana #samuel trumbull

[thebekashow]

Don't worry! 105 still support lgbt, she just has no idea what it is-

#thebekashow #art #bebe 105 #experiment 105 #105 #sammy frances #spooky month ocs #spooky month #emma wilson

[askexperiment105]

Do you like bagels?

"Mm.. bagel.."

#art #105 #experiment 105 #ask experiment 105 #emma wilson #ask blog #mm bagel

[cannondisabledcharacters]

Today’s disabled character of the day is Emma Wilson from My Deepest Secret, who has an unspecified trauma disorder and personality disorder

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Drawing of a girl looking over her left shoulder. She has long blond hair in a pony tail and brown eyes. She is wearing a white sweater with blue stripes, under which she is wearing a plaid shirt. She has a dark grey bag over her left shoulder.]

#unspecified character #My Deepest Secret #My Deepest Secret emma #Emma Wilson #disabled character of the day

[elizabethanism]

epigraph for The Reclining Nude by Emma Wilson

#Emma Wilson #Helene lagonelle #Desire #Marguerite Duras

[coolfire333]

You take TC requests? how about Emma Wilson and Derek stiles?

I do take requests! Thanks for being patient, I would have drawn this earlier but my computer's broken but thankfully today I got a computer to borrow until mine gets fixed :)

I'd like to imagine that Derek is really famous in the medical world so he (and Angie) are pretty much household names by the end of utk/so, and as a result Emma is a bit starstruck running into Derek here.

And no matter how many times this happens to him, Derek still gets shy about all the extra attention. He'd rather just be a normal doctor doing his job, not his fault that he gets all this extra recognition because of his excellent work in the fight against guilt

#trauma center #trauma team #trauma center second opinion #fanart #emma wilson #derek stiles #my art #my stuff #talking #asks for me #anon shenanigans

[americanahighways]

Music Reviews: Cranberries, plus Lee Gallagher, the Three O’Clock, Sylvia Tyson, and Emma Wilson

Music Reviews: Cranberries, plus Lee Gallagher, the Three O’Clock, Sylvia Tyson, and Emma Wilson #emmawilson #sylviatyson #thethreeoclock #thecranberries #leegallagher #byjeffburger #newmusic2023 #americanahighways

Cranberries, plus Lee Gallagher, the Three O’Clock, Sylvia Tyson, and Emma Wilson   The Cranberries’ third album, To the Faithful Departed, garnered decidedly mixed reviews when it first appeared in 1996. Some critics loved it, but others panned the musical and lyrical changes it introduced, with Rolling Stone, for example, giving it one-and-a-half stars out of five. Fans of the Ireland-based…

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#Cranberries #Emma Wilson #Lee Gallagher & the Hallelujah #Sylvia Tyson #The Three O&039;Clock

[elissaworm]

💖👻 You Look So Pretty And I Love This View 🎃💕

(A Short Story Starring My OC’s Emma Wilson ☕️ and Ashley Evans 🌸)

CW: Alcohol consumption

"Your phone keeps pinging.” Sandy said, carding through her hair with the straightening iron she’d brought to Emma’s dorm.

Emma sighed, “it’s probably Ashley. I told her I’d be there at eight.”

Sandy tucked her hair back behind her ear. “It’s nearly nine.”

“I know.”

Putting the iron down on a plate to cool off, Sandy crossed her knees.

“What’s going on, Em'?”

“Nothing. I just- does this look okay?” Emma gestured to her outfit, which consisted of a red button-up shirt with black ripped jeans and a studded belt.

“Hm? It looks fine. Bit confusing for a Halloween-costume party, though.” Sandy told her.

Emma frowned. “That’s what I mean. I have nothing that goes. I didn’t even plan on going to the party. I was just gonna stay in and watch The Conjuring or something but then suddenly Ashley asked me if I was going and it was like 7 AM and her eyes were so pretty and her smile was so nice and I was dysfunctional ‘cause I’d only gotten three hours of sleep and hadn’t had my morning coffee yet so then I actually agreed to go and now-.”

“Em’, chill. You’re gonna pop a blood vessel.”

Emma combed a hand through their hair.

“What do I do?” She bit her lip.

“We’ll go to my dorm on the way out, I’ve got some spare stuff from last Halloween and that.”

Emma sighed, this time in relief. “You’re a lifesaver, Sandy.”

Sandy smirked. “So I’ve been told.”

“Emma!!! You’re here!!” Emma heard her loud cheerful voice from the distance quicker than they saw Ashley’s mass of blonde curls and her beaming smile rushing towards her, failing miserably to dodge the crowds of people standing outside the house and spilling the three cups she held in her arms a little.

“Uh, yeah. Hi.” Emma waved at her, her hand stiff.

They’d texted Ashley only a few minutes ago telling her they were almost there, and apparently, Ashley had been eager to meet them as soon as they pulled up out of the taxi.

“I got you guys drinks!” Ashley told the pair.

“What’s in it?” Emma asked sceptically, at the same time as Sandy reached out to take one of the liquor-filled cups with a quick “thanks”.

“Uhh, I’m pretty sure it’s WKD?” Ashley informed them, and only then did Emma take the drink being held out to them.

Sandy’s phone buzzed inside her black leather bag and she pulled it out.

“Preston wants me to go play beer pong with him, I’ll catch up with you guys later.” She said, which was universally-known code for “you won’t hear from me again till tomorrow when I message the group chat about my splitting headache,” and then she walked away. Leaving Emma and Ashley alone together.

Ashley let out a loud exaggerated gasp and Emma turned to face her quickly, blushing when they noticed Ashley was staring directly at her.

“What is it?” Emma asked, becoming self-conscious. Was there something on her face? Was their eyeliner unsymmetrical? They hadn’t bothered to check because Sandy had done it quickly right before the taxi came and she trusted Sandy’s make-up skills above anyone else’s but maybe-.

“Our costumes match!”

“What?” Emma blinked.

“Yeah! I’m an angel and you’re a demon!” Ashley explained, pointing at herself and then at the red horns headband Emma had borrowed from Sandy.

Emma finally took into observation what Ashley was wearing. She was draped in a white flowy dress that had obnoxiously large fabric angel wings stuck to the back, she also was wearing a headband with the shape of a halo that was created from golden, sparkly pipe cleaners glued to the top. She’d put glitter blush on her cheeks and glittery gold eyeshadow on to match, and she noticed the hand wrapped around the cup she held had fingernails painted with little white wings on them.

It looked very DIY. And very pretty. Ashley looked very pretty.

Emma took another prolonged sip of her drink to cover the pink blush deepening on their face.

“Oh, so they do.” Their voice finally came out, a lot smaller than what they would’ve hoped.

“You coming inside? I requested the DJ play Spooky Scary Skeletons and it should start playing any minute now~.” Ashley asked with a big grin on her face.

Emma didn’t bother to question why someone would bother to hire a DJ for a college house party, instead just giving Ashley a simple affirmative “sure” and following her towards the herd of drinking young adults. How pleasant.

Once they’d managed to get into the house (Emma was thankful that she only walked into someone twice on the way) Ashley took her hand, presumably to not lose her within the mass of people, and Emma tried to keep their heart from leaping out their chest as they were led to the dance floor (a space in the living room emptied from furniture).

“Dance with me, Em'?” Ashley asked gently.

“I don’t know how, Ashley.”

“Neither do I!” Ashley giggled, Emma couldn’t help but smile. Ashley’s happiness was infectious.

Emma agreed, “okay, then.”

Emma chugged the rest of her drink and handed it to Ashley who quickly ran off to put both their plastic cups in the bin, before coming back and grabbing Emma’s hands, throwing them up in the air as the song playing began to kick in.

There was certainly an attempt made at dancing, to say the most. But neither of them was in time with the music, Emma too slow and Ashley too fast. And eventually, Ashley just gave up trying to make her moves look well choreographed at all, she rolled Emma up close to her chest within her arms and Emma let out a quiet closed-mouth squeak of surprise before she was spun back out again, though Ashley accidentally used more force than necessary and Emma rebounded when they collided with something firm and sturdy.

Ashley yelped, “Oh my gosh, Emma are you okay!?” At the same time as whatever firm and study ‘something’ Emma had been pushed into yelped “hey, watch it!” And turned around to face the two girls with a frown, well for about 2 seconds and then it quickly morphed into a wide-eyed smile when the man whom Emma had bumped into saw Ashley.

“Ashley Evans! Hey!” The man's grin rubbed Emma the wrong way as she observed the two with confusion.

“Oh, Trent! Hi!” Ashley exclaimed.

“Em', this is Trent. We major in business studies together.” Ashley explained to Emma.

“Hey.” Emma said, unsure of how to introduce herself and reluctant to meet any new people (particularly this Trent) in the first place.

“Uh, hi.” Trent nodded to acknowledge Emma’s existence. How kind.

“So, Ash', what have you been up to lately?” Trent asked, rubbing the back of his neck as his cheeks began to flush pink and oh, oh that’s what was going on. Emma suddenly felt like she was imposing on something, and quickly sidled away towards the kitchen as Ashley began to eagerly tell Trent about her week.

Emma grabbed the fridge handle and pulled it open, reaching for a bottle of WKD, uncapping it, and then downing half of it in one go. She sat down at the lone table in the corner of the kitchen, slightly annoyed to find that she could still see Trent’s irritating smirk through the doorless archway as Ashley spoke to him, she was just grateful she could no longer hear what they were saying over the booming music playing.

Emma drained the rest of their drink when they saw Ashley throw her head back in laughter at something Trent must’ve said.

Emma sat there for about another twenty minutes, making her way through another bottle of alcohol — this time it was something stronger that she’d found at the back of the freezer — before she decided the kitchen was getting too clammy and crowded. And so the back garden was the place to be.

On the way out Emma ran into Sandy; who was in the middle of a crowd of people all chanting “Down it! Down it!” As her, Preston and some other guy Emma didn't recognise all threw their heads back and gulped down a cup of what Emma could only imagine was straight vodka.

As everyone cheered them on Sandy pulled away from the group to speak to Emma.

“Hey, Em! Want the rest of this? I’m bored of it.” She asked through a chuckle (alcohol always did raise her mood), holding out a beer can to them.

“Sure.” Emma shrugged, taking the can and finding it to already be half empty.

“Sandy! We’re all putting money on whether Preston can juggle four bananas at once or not!” Mikayla called over.

“Coming!” Sandy yelled back.

“Talk to you later?” Sandy said to Emma, though she didn’t bother to stay to hear her response as she sauntered back to the group.

Emma turned and entered the back garden that was considerably less crowded, they inhaled the crisp October air in relief to finally have escaped the stuffy drunken haze inside the house and took a seat on the porch steps, sipping from the can Sandy had given them slowly.

Emma had only been sitting there a couple of minutes as she gazed up at the very few stars in the light-polluted sky before a familiar voice came from behind her and she very nearly jumped out of her skin.

“Emma, there you are!!!” Ashley exclaimed, plopping down beside them almost immediately.

“There I am.” Emma cringed at the choice of words, deciding she’d fault the alcohol for it and not her own awkwardness.

“I’m really sorry I took so long talking to Trent, man does that guy natter! But where’d you go?” Ashley asked, propping her head up on her knees and facing Emma, the position did not look comfortable in the slightest.

“Outside?” Emma felt that was obvious, but they supposed not to Ashley.

“I can see that, silly.” Ashley laughed, warmth flooded Emma’s cheeks.

God, Ashley was so beautiful.

“Did you- did you just say that I’m beautiful…?” Ashley questioned, her back straightening out instantly, Emma failed to notice the pink that bloomed on Ashley’s face over their own terror.

Oh, shit.

“I- uh- I meant- um-.” Emma struggled to grasp the words to reply with. What was she even meant to say? Yes, I did but I actually thought I only said that in my head but I mean it and really like you and probably even love you and think you’re more than just beautiful and your hair is so pretty and you always smell so nice and your face is so gorgeous and if I could I’d stare into your diamond blue eyes all day long and-.

“I think you’re pretty attractive too, y’know.” Ashley said in the softest and most sweetest voice Emma had ever heard her use.

That did it. Those words accompanied by the gentle smile on Ashley’s face made Emma want to scream. So instead she reached over and cupped Ashley’s cheeks in her hands before smashing their lips together in a rough kiss.

Ashley let out a muffled “mph!” As her eyes shot wide open. Though she surprisingly quickly caught on to what was happening and closed her eyelids, leaning eagerly into Emma’s lips.

Emma slid their arms behind Ashley’s neck and carded their fingers through Ashley’s hair to press them both as close together as she could. She quickly became hooked on the bubblegum taste (she wondered what Ashley had been drinking) of Ashley’s mouth and Emma found herself stealing kiss after kiss after kiss.

Their lips must’ve joined together a dozen times, each kiss getting gradually slower and softer before Ashley finally pulled them both apart, wiping the spit — who knows whether it was more hers or more Emma's — off of her lips with her hand.

“Emma, I-.” Ashley began, her voice was breathy and dazed and her lips were red and kiss-swollen.

But Emma had stopped listening. They couldn’t listen even if they wanted to. Her ears were ringing and her thoughts were raging. They’d just kissed Ashley without her consent whilst drunk without even confessing to her first on some random dude's porch. She suddenly became dreadfully horrified of the rejection that she was certain would now ensue.

“Look, Emma. You’re a nice girl. But I’m into that guy from my business studies class. And also you taste and smell like alcohol, gross.” Is what Ashley was going to say. And Emma was currently nowhere near in a fit enough mental state to be rejected and react maturely about it instead of just breaking down into uncontrollable sobbing.

“I’m sorry. So sorry, Ashley. I-ill go. Now.” Emma’s voice cracked, her eyes brimming with tears that began to fall as they turned and fled through the open back door and into the house.

Ashley called out to them and tried to follow her through the house, but with so many people swarmed together like a bee hive the effort was fruitless no matter how long Ashley searched or called to her.

Emma was gone.

#Ashley Evans #Emma Wilson #original story #original charcter #OC #my oc writing #oc writing #they’re all British btw #just for clarification #Ashma #that’s their ship name lol #I love them sm #they give me life

[rich4a1]

Emma Wilson is Making a Scene

Emma Wilson is Making a Scene

HOME PAGE Making a Scene Presents an Interview with Emma Wilson Hailing from Teesside in the North of England, Emma Wilson with her fabulously dynamic voice moves effortlessly between heart-wrenching sweet soul licks & raw, real, powerful blues. Emma’s unique, tender vocals & gorgeous tone lend themselves beautifully to recordings with shades of early Aretha Franklin & hints of another of Emma’s…

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#americana #blues #blues rock #emma wilson #indie Blues #making a Scene #roots #roots rock

[bluesdoodles]

Emma Wilson Wish Her Well

Emma Wilson Wish Her Well a great listen: full of stellar performances from a very capable band topped off by Emma’s engaging vocals. It is a mark of a strong album when you want to listen to it repeatedly to glean every nuance from the well-written songs

Bluesdoodles rating: 4 Doodle Paws – a wonderful album full of stellar performances from a very capable band topped off by Emma’s engaging vocals. It is a mark of a strong album when you want to listen to it repeatedly to glean every nuance from the well-written songs. I often say how much I like to receive music from new artists…I like it, even more, when the artist hails from my (original)…

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#Bluesdoodles CD Review #Emma Wilson #Wish Her Well

[cosimothegaydragonman]

collaboration with @professoraurabolt. Happy pride tc nation

#trauma center #trauma team #naomi kimishima #little guy #maria torres #tomoe tachibana #emma wilson #wilksseau #pride #love wins baybee

[thebekashow]

105 at disneyworld :D

She seems to be ecstatic to be there.

#thebekashow #art #spooky month au #bob velseb au #spooky month #q&a #105 #experiment 105 #emma wilson #105 emma

[askexperiment105]

Nice hit :>

Oh-- I forgot to buy meat! 😳

oop- that'll do it 0-0

"I- I think he Got tired of chasing me.."

#art #105 #experiment 105 #ask experiment 105 #emma wilson #ask blog #Re-lax11 #New person

[clusterbuck]

got the notion

7x02 coda

Hen drives to the firehouse, and changes her mind with every stoplight she hits.

Red light. Maybe this is an overreaction. 

Green light. Bobby and Athena need help. 

Red light. Cruise ships are built to withstand the weather, and the Uno had turned away from the storm. The Coast Guard has to be aware of the storm by now, and they’ll be on high alert for any distress. 

Every rational thought points to everything being fine.

But—the light turns green, Hen hits the gas, and she remembers a sunny afternoon six years ago. Then, too, every rational thought had pointed to everything being fine, until she and Buck had found Bobby passed out cold. 

There’s just one nagging thought at the back of her mind. 

“Hey, Siri,” she says, slowing down at yet another red light. “Call Karen.” 

“What did Maddie say?” Karen asks as soon as she picks up. Her voice is concerned, and Hen loves her for it. Karen, at least, understands.

“Am I overreacting?” Hen asks instead of answering. The question had been building so long it needed to escape. 

“Tell me what Maddie said first,” Karen says. “I can’t answer without all the information.”

“She thinks something happened,” Hen says. “She called the local 911 down in Mexico, apparently they got a bunch of calls from the ship that all dropped.” 

“Sure sounds like something happened,” Karen says. “So, you’re going out there?” She sounds the way she always does when Hen is about to run headfirst into danger, proud and terrified all at once.

“I—” Hen says, her fingers gripping the steering wheel. “I was going to, but I ran into Chief Simpson.” 

“Oh,” Karen says, then, “oh no, he didn’t fire you?”

“No,” Hen says. “Just told me to get back to work. I told him about the ship, but he just said it’s not in our jurisdiction.” 

“Oh,” Karen says again. There’s a humming on the line like she’s about to say something else, but she stays silent and lets Hen gather her thoughts.

“Is he right?” she asks, after another few seconds of silence. “Am I making the wrong call again?”

“What do you mean again?” Karen asks. “Didn’t you just say he told you to go back to work? That means you made right call, doesn’t it?”

“Just because it wasn’t wrong doesn’t mean it was right,” Hen says. “It was—Karen, I honestly don’t know what it was.”

“We don’t need to figure that out right now,” Karen says. “Do you think going after Bobby and Athena is the right call?” 

Hen takes a breath. One second stretches into two, then five, and still, she doesn’t answer.

“Hen,” Karen says. “What does your instinct say?” 

“Something is wrong,” Hen says. “I know it is. And the ocean may not be part of the LAFD’s jurisdiction, but Bobby and Athena are my jurisdiction.” 

“Then go get ‘em,” Karen says. “But, Hen?” 

“Yeah?”

“Come home to me.” Karen’s voice doesn’t shake, but Hen knows that’s only thanks to years and years of practice.

“I will,” Hen says. “I promise.” 

By the time she hits the red light around the corner from the firehouse, Hen is certain that she’s made the right decision. She might have forgotten it for a moment, but she trusts her instincts. 

The only uncertainty remaining is how she’s going to convince the rest of the team to accompany her, with nothing but a map of ships off the California coast and a bad gut feeling to go off.

But when she walks into the app bay, Chimney, Eddie, and Buck are lined up and waiting for her.

“Get changed and let’s go,” Eddie says. “Chopper’s on the way.”

Hen blinks. “How did you—”

“Maddie called,” Chimney says, brandishing his phone. “So I called Tommy, called in a favour.”

“Don’t you still owe him from last time?” Buck asks, and Chimney frowns.

“Well techincally—”

“We can settle it on the way,” Hen says, before the two of them can really start bickering, but her heart feels like it grows a size with every half-jogged step towards the locker room.

Bobby and Athena are their jurisdiction, and they’re on their way. 

#911fic #hen wilson #911 7x02 #911 spoilers #shush emma #emma writes #they threw off my lyrics from a soundtrack song naming scheme so the title is from the song rock the boat instead #this was hard bc everything is kind of unfinished and i like to do look back and reflect codas lmao #but here we are anyway

[evilhorse]

The Invincible Iron Man #10

#the invincible iron man #iron man #tony stark #white queen #emma frost #wedding #avengers #captain america #steve rogers #sam wilson #captain marvel #carol danvers #scarlet witch #wanda maximoff #thor #she hulk #jennifer walters #the vision #dr strange #stephen strange #fall of x #lucas werneck #marvel comics #comics #2020s comics #spider-man #peter parker #the wasp #janet van dyne

[genvupdates]

Gen V | S1E4 'The Whole Truth'

[Source: @primevideoit / Instagram]

#gen v #gen v amazon #gen v prime #gen v spoilers #gen v updates #the boys #marie moreau #jaz sinclair #emma meyer #lizze broadway #jordan li #derek luh #london thor #sam riordan #asa germann #cate dunlap #maddie phillips #tek knight #derek wilson