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txemrn · 2 years

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If Tatum is in the same position as Dolores, what would be her choice? Wait and try to protect her baby, or give birth hoping they would come through? How would Ethan deal with this situation?

Hey, anon!

Thank you so, so much for this Ask! 💜

I am geeking out right now over these questions, so fair warning: you might be getting more than what you asked for... 😬

Short answer: Tatum would've given birth. Hands down. Ethan would fully support Tatum's decision; honestly, that's what he would want her to do because he wants to protect and save his wife, and in the process of doing so, it would actually be protecting and trying to save his baby.

Long answer: First, I want to address that Tatum's decision is her own. Every single person has the right to their own body and their own medical care. If they want to go against medical advice (AMA), that is their right to do so.

Before I continue with this answer, a) always talk to your healthcare provider; b) I'm not trying to be that person: a smartass, trying to brag or flex some kind of brain muscles. I'm also not making fun of PB. PB can only put so much realism into a chapter, so I'm Tatum's going to fill in the gaps as to what she would do if she was Dolores.

So, my dear Tatum would make several choices...

Tatum would ask to see her obstetrician or the obstetrician on-call. She needs an OB consult, MFM consult, and a NICU consult. She needs facts and statistics, straightforward and realistic. Tatum knows the numbers, but in this moment, she is a frightened mom-to-be, and deserves to be informed.

Girl. Needs. Labs. Tatum wants her healthcare team to draw her blood (it should've been drawn upon admission, tbh). Urine alone does not determine the severity of pre-eclampsia and the need for imminent delivery.

Furthermore as a side note: we know that Dolores was in a fire; the smoke inhalation could be masking her pre-eclampsia. If pre-eclampsia becomes so severe, it CAN LEAD to excessive fluid on the lungs, making it difficult to breathe (which is why we need tests!).

While they wait for these tests, Tatum is going to want some important medications: 1) steroid shots (to help with lung maturation; even if that delivery becomes imminent, the steroids probably won't do much, but I think it's worth every shot, knowing that you did everything for your baby); 2) magnesium sulfate infusion (for all the women who have ever had premature labor and/or pre-eclampsia remembers this awful drug; for Tatum, it will serve 2 purposes: 1. prevent seizures; 2. protect the fetus's nervous system); 3) anitbiotics (babies already have weakened immune systems; let's help them out if they come out early).

If the tests come back awful, and it is recommended by MFM to deliver NOW, then baby Ramsey is coming it out. These decisions aren't made flippantly (especially on a borderline micropremie!), and if a specialist says you are on the edge of having a seizure at any moment (which can kill a mom and baby), then Tatum is going to do everything in her power to save that little one.

And as mentioned before, Ethan is on board. And probably scared shitless (again, he might be a world renown doctor, but when it comes to your own family, it doesn't matter; it's terrifying).

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If you've made it this far, HEY! Thank you for taking the time to read! If you can't tell, this is something I am very passionate about, so to my Anon Asker... thank you so much! I love thinking and writing about Tatum in her OB role. 💜

#you asked #i answered #open heart #tw: preeclampsia talk

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this-smile-is-real · 2 years

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I felt peace tonight in choosing to share this:

Today I cried to my therapist as I explained the guilt I’ve carried for most of my life (survivor’s guilt?)

I was born weighing 600g (1 pound 5) at 25 weeks and 3 days.

(Nearly) 26 years ago that was not considered viable. I was born not breathing and after 20mins of work on me I was then rushed to the NICU for 111 days.

I have been told a million times over the story of that journey, that 2 days into being alive the doctors said to my parents ‘we have to make a decision on whether we give up or if we keep trying, there’s something about her that’s made us keep trying’

I can only speak from what I’ve felt. I have carried so much guilt that my life was saved. There were so many babies in that NICU that didn’t make it, that perhaps could have lived so much more of a better life and done so much more than me. For 2 decades I have so desperately wanted out of my own skin, body and life.

I have felt like if the doctors and nurses knew what my life had become, they’d be disappointed.

With all that being said: I believe in a Creator, that I am known, loved and belong here.

I can live my life pursuing healing, peace, health, wellness and wholeness. My life doesn’t have to ‘be’ something to be worthy. It is, just as it is.

Life is a gift. It mostly hasn’t felt like that, but I want to use the breaths in my body to bring life, hope, kindness, healing, love.

I will be grateful for this body, this mind and this life. There is more to come and I will make it beautiful 💜

#nicubaby #nicu #premmie baby #prematurebaby #mental health #mental illness #faith #christian #Christianity

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 1 year

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🦇 Book Review 🦇

Rating: ⭐⭐

❝ I'm telling you that I love you. In a million little ways, in so many quiet, tiny, little ways, that they all add up to be greater than the biggest love in the whole world. I love you in so many little ways that it almost hurts. It almost hurts to love you. ❞

❓ #QOTD If you had a second chance at a lost love, would you take it? ❓ 🦇 Gemma Jacobs is ready to start her new life with fiancé Josh Lewenthal and their soon-to-be-born baby. Everything changes right before those two, beautiful words—"I do"—when Gemma has a seizure at the altar. It's not until after she wakes up from a coma (three months later!) that she learns she had pre-eclampsia. Having also suffered a traumatic brain injury (TBI), Gemma finds she no longer feels the love she once had for Josh. Can their love story survive what happens AFTER happily ever after?

💜 Sarah Ready does a wonderful job at highlighting socially relevant topics. While the first novel focused on the struggles of IVF, the sequel discusses medical subjects like TBI, pre-eclampsia, and the aftermath of nearly losing a loved one. There might have been more emotional enlightenment if we saw part of the story from Josh's perspective, though—namely while Gemma was in her coma.

🦇 Sarah Ready returns to Josh and Gemma's love story in an unnecessary sequel. Unfortunately, this book reads as more of a redemption story for an over-exaggerated villain than a true love story. Nothing is given the full extent of attention it deserves. Gemma abandons her plan to rekindle her love for Josh too quickly, there are few one-on-one moments illustrating the disconnect between her and her daughter (aptly named Hope, which I'm sure triggered a flashback for The Originals fans), and though the novel tries to bring attention to TBI and pre-eclampsia, we don't learn much about either diagnosis. This plot might have worked better as a stand-alone for two new characters, or as a novella from Ian Fortune's point of view. Due to Gemma's diagnosis, she's emotionally distant for most of the book, which keeps us as readers at arm's length. Even the smut feels rushed, with none of the love you'd expect from these characters.

🦇 Recommended for anyone desperate to dive back into Josh and Gemma's story. Don't hold out for any real emotional connection to these characters, though.

📚 Sequel 💜 Second Chance Romance ⚖ Redemption Arc 🧠 TW: TBI, Pre/Eclampsia, Coma, NICU

🦇 Major thanks to the author and publisher for providing an ARC of this book via Netgalley. 🥰 This does not affect my opinion regarding the book.

#book review #books #arc book review #netgalley review #book lover #book: josh and gemma the second time around #author: sarah ready #battyaboutbooks #batty about books

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fighterkimburgess · 2 years

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This Wasn’t Supposed To Happen Chapter 6 - Grey

Summary: Andy’s on the mend and due to come home soon, but a tragedy strikes at the core of 51.

Warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH (no seriously), car accidents, mentions of medical procedures, graphic injury.

Words: 3k

AN: I’ll be putting a quick summary of this chapter at the start of Monday’s chapter if people can’t face reading some MCD. It’s totally ok 💜

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Sylvie had been in to see Andy at least once a week, dropping meals to Matt and Gabby to check on them too. They were both struggling with Andy still in hospital, Gabby dealing with healing. Everyone at 51 had donated furlough to Matt to make life easier, giving him an extra shift off a week to be there for his family.

The one downside was that her relationship with Severide was strained, and she thought it always would be. Andy had issues two days after he was born, Sylvie holding the tiny boy in her arms with Kelly beside her, Matt and Gabby watching a priest who was baptising their son. She promised to care for him as he grew, cradling him as the drops of water hit his head.

But it had been six weeks, and there was talk of Andy coming home in a few days now he was up to five and a half pounds. He’d been able to eat on his own, and last time she was there he grasped her finger. It wouldn’t be long and they couldn’t wait.

This shift was busy, the April snow causing crashes by drivers who’d removed their snow tires too early. They hadn’t had anyone seriously injured, a few runs to Med to drop off patients. When they were there she brought Violet upstairs, the NICU nurses used to seeing Sylvie call in while on shift. Andy was awake, taking her finger for the minute she could see her godson until they had to leave.

Arriving back at 51 Herrmann stopped her as she stepped off the ambo, the acting Lieutenant smiling.

“Any news about how Andy’s doing?” He asked, Sylvie nodding.

“Good. They think he’ll get out next week everything crossed. Casey’s taking paternity leave when he’s home from hospital, so you’ll have two weeks of being Lieutenant. Excited?”

“Yeah, it’s good. Weird not having him here. Lunch is up.”

The common room smelled amazing, Peter pulling mac and cheese out of the oven. There was garlic bread, the room filled with noise and conversation. This was where Sylvie thrived, dealing with work and her friends.

She and Violet were called out on a couple of calls, and when they came back to an empty house near dinner time they got stuck in on cooking. Violet peeled potatoes while Sylvie browned beef, shepherds pie ready in a little while and straight into the oven. A text from Cruz told her that they and Squad were stuck on overhaul, so she put it on low.

Ambulance 61, car crash. 4920 Halsted.

Sylvie turned to Violet, her partner writing a note that there was food in the oven as Sylvie flicked the burners off, both running to their rig. The crash wasn’t too far away, and hopefully whoever was called out to help them would be quick out so they could do their run. And hopefully Squad was still stuck on overhaul.

She’d been refusing to let Severide rile her up, mostly ignoring him at Molly’s since Andy had been born. She’d refused to even touch him, walking the long way around instead of risking brushing against him. She was sexually frustrated to all hell, but there was no way she was giving in. He had to get out from under her skin sooner rather than later.

As much as Sylvie appreciated and was honoured by Matt and Gabby naming her as Andy’s godmother - and ignoring the curious look from the priest when he’d learned she wasn’t Catholic - knowing she’d have to put up with Severide in her life forever had made her think for a moment about rejecting the offer. But Gabby was her best friend, and Matt had come over to make sure her home was secure. They didn’t judge her for her choices. Of course she’d do nearly anything for them, including this.

“So, what’s up between you and Severide anyway? There’s serious tension there. And it’s not just the sexual kind,” Violet commented as Sylvie rolled her eyes in response.

“We’ve fought like cats and dogs since we met when I joined 51 last July. But he’s Andy Casey’s godfather so I’m determined to pretend that we’re friends to keep the peace between us.”

“You’re better than I am.”

It was quiet for a few minutes as they drove to the scene, both focusing on their own jobs. 61 was first there with lights going, Sylvie taking in the twisted grey metal of a pickup truck that had gotten a blowout, a ladder thrown yards away from the force of an impact into an electricity pole. As Sylvie stared at the back of the truck she thought she recognised it, but it wasn’t until she was out and running to the passenger seat that she realised it was Matt’s truck. The M Casey Construction logo on the door was crumpled in, whatever on the bed of the pickup scattered due to the force of the crash.

“61 to Main, which units are en route to our location?” Sylvie yelled into the radio, desperate for backup.

“Main to 61, we have Squad 3 and Truck 81 approximately two minutes out. Do you need more?”

“Main, please tell them that the victims are Lieutenant Casey and PIC Dawson.” Her words were clipped as Sylvie let go of the speak button and ran to the passenger seat, desperate for good news.

Violet pushed the gurney to the back of the truck, and Sylvie took the passenger side. Gabby was like a rag doll, her arm visibly broken and blood leaking from a head wound as she was slumped over with unstaring eyes. Sylvie knew it was hopeless from experience, but she had to check. Running her fingers against Gabby’s neck she knew she was right. Her best friend was gone, her pulse silent. There was no breathing, no signs. Gone. Sylvie swallowed as she put a hand on Gabby’s hair, spotting the grey matter on the headrest, the metal frame in the back of the truck pushed to her skull.

“Brett! He’s got a pulse!” Violet yelled, Sylvie forcing herself into action and stripping off the gloves covered in Gabby’s blood. She slid across the hood of the truck, watching Matt’s blue eyes flutter open as he saw them, the sound of sirens getting louder.

“Hey Matt, we’ve got you. Everyone’s on the way to get you out, we’ve got you,” she murmured as she put a C-collar around his neck while Matt focused on her instead.

“Gabby…Help Gabby. I’m ok.”

“We’ve got her. I need to focus on you first, ok?” She couldn’t tell him the truth of the accident yet. She just had to keep going and keep Matt calm and make sure he didn’t know his wife was dead yet. She’d treat him like any other patient in this situation.

The two rigs pulled up, their friends who cared so much jumping almost before they’d pulled to a full stop.

“CASEY!” Severide screamed, cutting through Sylvie’s soul.

“We’ve got him.” She heard Violet alert everyone to what was going on, letting them know that Gabby was dead and Matt was in bad shape. The members of Firehouse 51 ignored their emotions and got to work, determined to get Matt out quickly. Sylvie stayed in her spot, trying to keep Matt talking to her.

“When’s Andy going to come home, Matt? I heard it’s not long until discharge, right?” She asked as she watched Severide taking the jaws to the roof, pulling it away from the trashed cab and making it clear that Gabby had been gone before they even arrived.

“Another…ano…” Matt’s speech slurred before stopping, his head lolling forward in the collar as he lost consciousness. Sylvie pushed fingers to her wrist, his pulse barely there and his breathing stopped. No.

“I NEED HIM OUT NOW!” She screamed, watching as Squad moved together to pull him out and deposit him on the gurney. It was thirty seconds since he’d stopped talking, the only good sign that his pulse was still beating.

Sylvie went onto autopilot, intubating Matt in seconds and connecting the bag as she and Violet worked together connecting an IV.

“Can I have Mills? I need more hands in the ambo, he’s paramedic trained.” Severide nodded immediately, Peter running with the gurney to help them get it in. He slid in as Severide closed the door, hitting twice to signal to Violet to drive away.

“You bag, I’ll work on him. WE’RE GOING TO MED!” Her final sentence was yelled out the window to everyone, a black coroner’s van pulling up as Violet drove them away.

Peter was steady with the bag while Sylvie pushed meds and packed injuries, watching the monitor as Matt’s heart rate dropped. It was dangerously low and the fluids weren’t doing anything to help which worried her even more. But finally the lights from Med shone in the windows as they arrived. Will and Connor were standing at the back of the ambulance, the door opening as Violet turned the engine off.

“Matt Casey, CFD. Thirty six years old. Resps 15, pulse 55, definite internal bleeding. His truck had a blowout in the snow, his wife didn’t make it and his son is still upstairs in the NICU. GCS five, BP ninety over fifty.” She was as matter of fact as she could be until they watched Matt’s gurney be whisked into the trauma room, and finally her strength left her.

Gabby was dead. She’d had her best friend’s brain on her fingers. Matt was in trouble and she’d had to intubate him in front of their friends. And Andy was upstairs and finally thriving, so very nearly ready to go home but he only had one parent left. And all Sylvie could do was sit and watch and wonder what was she supposed to do there? How could she just wait and hope for news? It was terrifying to consider what could have happened. What could be happening just down the hallway as they waited for news.

It didn’t take long for the rest of the firehouse to turn up, hugs to Sylvie and Violet immediately. Mouch held onto Sylvie for a long moment, staring into her eyes.

“You’re gonna be ok, Brett.”

“I know.”

Herrmann and Otis had tears rolling down their cheeks, and the rest of the house wasn’t much better. Boden had pulled them all off shift due to the accident, none of them were ok.

Half an hour later Christie Casey appeared, nodding at Sylvie and getting a hug from Kelly. The final group to arrive was Antonio Dawson and the members of his unit. Sylvie watched Kevin squeeze Violet’s shoulder and Trudy go straight to Mouch as Antonio came to her. Sylvie just stared up feeling numb.

“Sylvie. What’s going on, what happened? Where’s Gabby? Did they bring her to surgery?” His voice cracked and Sylvie could tell he didn’t think his sister had survived. But she had to confirm it, tell him the truth.

“We made it to the accident, 61 was first on scene. Antonio, I’m so sorry. She was gone already, she died on impact.” He broke, slumping over with his head in his hands, loud choking sobs filling the room. Sylvie ran a hand over his back as the rest of the unit came over, an older detective she’d met once - Olsen? Olinsky? - grabbing Antonio and holding him up to put him in a chair, his friends supporting him up.

They’d been in the waiting room for another hour after Antonio’s breakdown when Connor Rhodes came in. As soon as Sylvie saw the black scrub clad doctor she knew it was bad news. She’d worked in medicine for far too long, she knew the demeanour of a doctor who was about to give news that he didn’t want to give.

“Matt Casey?”

Everyone in the room stood, and you could have heard a pin drop as Rhodes swallowed before speaking.

“We did everything we could, and there was some amazing paramedic work that even meant he got here. But his hepatic vein was ruptured in the accident, and we weren’t able to get the repair to hold. Matt died a few minutes ago.”

The room was silent, and if you asked her Sylvie would have sworn nobody was even breathing. Matthew Casey was dead. Gabriela Dawson was dead. Her best friends, the people who’d welcomed her to Chicago and loved her for being her, were dead and gone and she couldn’t save them. Their six week old son was four floors up and so alone, an orphan when he shouldn’t have even been born yet.

“I…I can’t.” She watched as Kelly stormed out, Capp and Tony following him as the rest of the room stood in joined shock. Christie was crying quietly, Boden’s arm around her as the Chief held his own tears back.

The staff at Med let them stay there as long as they needed, the shock and despair clear on everyone’s face. Sylvie sat there staring at the carpeted floor, tears dripping down her cheeks. It was unbelievable.

They stood to get ready to leave, Sylvie wiping her eyes as she left the room. Kelly was standing there, and when he saw her he came straight over.

“It’s your fault. You’re the reason they’re dead. If you’d done your fucking job they’d be alive, they’d be fine. But no, you never could. You shouldn’t have come to Chicago, should have stayed in Buttfuck Indiana. You can’t hack it here, you never could.”

His abuse filled her head, Sylvie’s mouth open as she gaped in shock at him. How dare he.

“Severide. That is unacceptable. I’d trust Brett with anyone, and she saved Dawson’s life already. This was a tragic accident.” Boden stepped in, and Sylvie felt a rush of affection for the man. But instead she shook her head, unable to spend any time near Severide again. She couldn’t. He’d needled in on the thoughts she’d barely surfaced and hit everything.

“Chief, I’m going upstairs to my godson. I’ll pick my stuff up later.”

Boden wrapped Sylvie in a hug, holding her for a minute before letting go.

“We’ll all be in Molly’s later. Tonight nobody should be alone. I expect to see you.”

“Yeah.”

The grief was choking her and Sylvie slipped away to the elevators to hit the familiar button for the NICU. The nurse from earlier recognised as she walked down the familiar hallway, smiling at Sylvie. Evidently word hadn’t spread yet.

“Bad call and need a hug from your nephew? Do you know if his parents are on the way? We delayed his feed for them but they’re not here yet.” Her words were casual and Sylvie’s tears began to fall.

“They…they died in a car crash an hour ago. I needed to come see him and tell him. I don’t want him to be alone if he doesn’t have to be.”

It took a moment to put the familiar yellow gown on and tie it at her neck before Sylvie sat in the rocking chair with Andy in her arms. He was so very nearly ready to go home, heavy and waving his arms around. Nearly. But he didn’t have a home to go to anymore.

“Hey, Andy,” Sylvie cooed as she urged the nipple of the bottle between his tiny lips, watching as he latched on and began to suck contentedly. “I needed to talk to you, Buddy. Your mom and dad had an accident tonight so they won’t be able to come see you anymore. They love you so very, very much and they’re so sorry they can’t. If there was any way they would.”

Her tears were flowing freely as Andy suckled, condition in Sylvie’s mind about what to say. How to explain. What to do. The only thing she knew was she’d made a promise to her friends to care for their son, and that was what she would do.

“They asked me to promise them that if anything happened to them and they couldn’t look after you, I’d take care of you. So that’s what we’re going to do, ok? I promise you, I’m going to make sure you’re ok and thrive, and I’m always going to be here. And between me and your Uncle Kelly and Uncle Antonio and Aunt Christie we’re going to help you grow up to be big and strong. We all love you so much. That’s never going to change, I promise.”

He’d finished drinking his bottle and Sylvie raised him to burp him, the tiny little noises reminding her that he was there and alive and she’d promised his parents she’d raise him as her own. And that’s what she was going to do.

The last thing Sylvie wanted to do was go to Molly’s when she collected her bag from the empty 51, but she couldn’t face going home. There was so much to do, so many things that she needed to prepare for. But instead she ignored the “Closed for private event” sign on the door and walked in. Herrmann passed her a glass of wine, and she sat beside Violet in silence. It didn’t take long for Antonio to come over to her.

“I don’t blame you. Neither does Christie. We both know how much you cared about them, we know you’re Andy’s godmother and you’re gonna take him in. I know you wouldn’t have done anything to hurt them.” It was silent before Sylvie hugged him close, the two holding each other in grief.

“Thank you. I went up to Andy, to see him and tell him. I know he doesn’t understand, but…”

“Thanks.”

Everyone told stories about the couple, laughter and tears streaming down faces. Sylvie told about Matt adding the locks to her doors, looking out for her from day one. Herrmann let them know the story of the Molly’s door, how Matt was involved. It was laughter and discussion, a story from everyone until it was over.

Sylvie made her way home alone, locking the door behind her and staring at her little apartment. She was essentially about to be a mom. She had to make sure Andy was first in her life. Lying in bed she sobbed for her friends, for the promise she’d made.

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#sylvie brett x kelly severide #kelly severide x sylvie brett #sylvie x kelly #kelly x sylvie #sylveride #kelly severide #sylvie brett #cíara writes

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leximitchells · 2 years

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hello! how r u doing?)

sorry to bother, could u and ur anons please give me a recap of what's going on in ee? i stopped watching sometime in november, and am curious about starting again now

✌💜🌻

sorry it took me so long to get to this, a lot has gone on and i’m definitely gonna miss a lot of it so hopefully other people can add on to what i forgot. it’s going under the cut bc it’s really long oops

in the first week of january ben and callum were the subjects of a homophobic attack that also involved stacey, eve, and ash. ben had flashbacks to when paul died and has been kicking himself for not being able to save callum, just like how he wasn’t able to save paul. so now he’s in the throws of major ptsd and decided to go back into the closet in public (with some wrongful encouragement from pam) but this week sharon gave him the advice to “fake it till you make it” so he kissed callum in public and that’s where we left off

stuart was diagnosed with breast cancer and didn’t tell anyone for a while, but now his family and some other people know. he was supposed to get surgery for it but was afraid to take the drugs in his recovery because of his past as a drug addict, so he escaped from the hospital (with the help of a just-had-a-flashback-to-the-attack ben who was dissociating and gave stuart money to leave) and now he’s at a treatment center.

chelsea had the baby (named jordan) at 27 weeks and is now in the NICU, she got married to gray on christmas day (in a joint wedding ceremony with denise and jack who are also married now) and whitney and kheerat are aware that gray killed chantelle due to some posts she made on an online forum for women, but they’re still trying to get more proof before going to the police for some reason??? also tina’s body is in the argee bhajee and because a gas explosion went off there this week, it’s looking like that’ll be discovered pretty soon. chelsea is also aware that whitney and kheerat are trying to take down gray but she’s in the throws of post-partum depression and gray’s manipulation so she’s not having it.

janine met with linda around christmas and got her to start drinking again to keep her away from mick.

phil is currently awaiting sentencing to be sent to jail for life for the murder of kim’s husband vinny like five years ago (phil wasn’t actually the one who killed him but i think he ordered him to be taken care of and that caused him to die? sorta unclear) but the cops offered phil a deal if he becomes an informant for them, which he obviously does not want to take because there’s nothing worse to a mitchell than a grass! phil wanted to transfer all of his businesses to ben before he goes away but ben is not in a mental state to be able to do that so phil is transfering it all to sharon for now.

that baby that showed up on sharon’s doorstep was denny’s daughter alyssa bc he impregnated a girl named jada before he died. jada got scared that sharon was gonna take the baby from her bc zack told her that’s what she wanted to do, so she ran away with the baby and sharon kicked zack out of her house because of it.

i’m pretty sure that’s most of the important stuff??? i can’t believe how much i know about this dumb show lmao 🤦🏻‍♀️

#anonymous #eastenders

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like-what-the-fuck-scoob · 2 years

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hi! i’m submitting to be shipped with one of the nicu characters! thanks so much for bringing this to life for all of us!

i’m definitely more on the honest spectrum, i like to tell things exactly how i see them. i get labeled as mean and detached pretty often, but i like to consider myself sweet once you get to know me and once i’ve established a relationship with you. despite being a little harsh at first, my love languages are acts of service and gifts. i’m also really emotional despite being a little emotionally unavailable. i cry at the simplest things sometimes but laugh at much more serious things! i love to read, write, listen to music, watch + take notes on film. i like being alone too, so that usually ends up in me driving around with just music on. my favorite color is blue because there’s so much meaning behind it but i find myself acquiring a lot of red objects. something unique about me is that i have a scar on my chest from surgery!

thanks again <3

Hello my lovely!

I ship you with Thor!

We all know that Thor has no filter and says whatever is on his mind, its not his fault Asgard doesn't have the same social expectations as we do! So he would appreciate your honesty in return, and I think he would find it hard to respond to someone who danced around their feelings. For this reason though I think Thor can be a little misunderstood initially as people find his brute honesty and forward nature to be quite off putting, but in actuality we know he's just a big softy, just the same as you! So you can definitely both relate and build a connection based on shared feelings of being misunderstood, and since you know how upsetting it can be you would take the time to really get to know each other on a deeper level. I also feel like Thor would share your love languages too - I imagine him to be more of a 'doing' boyfriend, and always tend to your needs and present you with grand gifts, especially in the spirit of tradition and old fashioned values in Asgard. He would also understand and be compassionate when you get emotional over things since he understands what it's like to go through a period of sadness and isolation, so he would never judge you for feeling emotional. And we all know that Thor loves to be the life of a party and have a laugh, so he would 100% giggle along side you during serious things. He may even give you part of his red cape or armour to hold on to and add to your collection of red things, as a sign he is always with you no matter where you are in the multiverse! And as for your scar, he would be so gentle with you, placing butterfly kisses over it. He would tell you he was impressed, because your scar is a sign that you have endured a great battle in life 💜💜

#alexandra ships #alexandra posts #marvel ships #thor #thor odinson #send asks #somesimplewish <3

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vonschweetz · 5 years

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✨- which fictional character (book, show, or movie) do you relate to most?

Currently? I mean as stupid as it sounds, Mox/Dean. I know what it’s like to have a shitty childhood and grow up in a really tough neighborhood (Not that I’m like my life was anywhere near as hard as his but I def went through hard shit and still am). I know what it’s like to come from nothing and be treated like a nobody. He kinda gives hope to lost causes like me. I know the self destructive tendencies and keeping things at an arms length so you don’t get hurt again. I know hiding your feelings away and putting on a persona per say and tricking the world into thinking I’m something else completely. I just get it.

🐝- describe your aesthetic in emojis

🤓🤬🤡☠️👘🧢🐶🐼🐻🐨🐰🌸🍀💫⭐️🌟✨⚡️🌈🍡🍧🍦🍰🎂🍮🍭🍬🍫🤼‍♀️🤼‍♂️🎪🎲🏯🎡🛍🧸🎁🎏🎀🎊🎉🎎🏮💌❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤💖💝🌀🎦♠️♣️♥️♦️🇯🇵🇵🇭🇨🇳🇺🇸

🍯- describe your favorite smell

Maple. I adore maple flavored and scented things. It puts me at ease.

💘- 3 ways to win your heart?

Make me laugh (I like a person with a sense of humor. I’ve been trapped with too many serious and demeaning people in real life who don’t think I’m funny so make me laugh and also take me not as seriously and appreciate that I can at least make a joke ((I’m not gonna force you to laugh at make jokes if you dont want too, I’ve been held joke hostage before all my life and I hate it)))

Let me have my space (My exes were always pushy and clingy and didn’t understand that like I don’t have the need to physically see or speak to the same people every single say of my life. I don’t need that kind of like social mandatory attendance, it really drains me and I need my space to just think and be alone. I just need to like hermit out sometimes and I know in hindsight that will make me a horrible girlfriend because I honestly dont need to even be near a person that much)

Have fun with me (Once again too many serious people in my life. Anytime I want to do something goofy or crazy I’m always met with such condescending assholes. I’m young in mind and body. I missed out in a lot of things in life and I want to start making up for lost time. I like goofy and childish things like toy stores and amusement parks. I want to go bowling and to carnivals and arcades. I just want to have fun with my life finally!

Bonus stuff (Encourage me, don’t make fun of my hobbies, like wrestling or at least like wrestling enough to make jokes with me about it or simply just take me to a wrestling show, don’t be a dick about my looks)

🔪- scariest/creepiest experience?

Oh crap at the top of my head I don’t know if I can think of any... Oh! Ok I know one! So last year was a hard year of my life, my grandmother who basically helped raise me because my parents were always working and are total dicks to me got sick and hospitalized so I flew down to take care of her. She was in the hospital for a really long time in like NICU and other stuff but eventually she got “better” and had to be transferred to a nursing home. I went to the nursing home and it was by far the creepiest fucking place I ever went to in my life. Like no joke the lights were flickering, there were just old people wandering the halls or just asleep out in the open in wheelchairs and I shit you not, there was creepy gramophone music just playing. Like weird 1940s jazz just playing from god know’s where. My grams was bedridden so she luckily never had to see how fucking creepy as fuck that place was. And then she passed away and i’ve been trapped with my parents as I try to pack up all my things and work out all the details since her death and claiming all her belongings at my old childhood apartment that I had to clean out of and that’s the end of my sad life story for now.

#rampagewriting

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