#traumatask

[sgmwesters]

character aesthetic - addison montgomery [3/?]

addison likes to use her instagram to keep in touch with patients past, watch from afar as the babies she’d helped bring into the world take their first steps, and say their first words. she doesn’t use the stories feature very often, but when she does she puts far too much effort into making it look pretty, which is mostly why she doesn’t use it that much –– she can’t commit that much time to it. 

#━━ ✦ 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐆𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐘 ❮ musings ❯ #traumatask

[lostatseattle]

thomas donovan / friday 11th february 2011.

thomas woke up with a bad feeling.

it melted away when he turned on his side and wrapped his arms around beverly, pressing his face into the crook of her neck. he pressed his lips against her skin and smiled. he was met with an annoyed groan over the fact that he had woken her up minutes before her alarm was going to sound. in all the time that he had known her she had never been an early riser. "morning, sleepy head," he mumbled, brushing dark curls out of her face.

she turned onto her back and looked up at him, brown eyed narrowed, her lips in a pout. "what time 'sit?" met with only with a shrug and a kiss to the cheek, she rolled her eyes. "you're hopeless, donovan."

thomas grinned and moved to sit on the edge of the bed, sliding his feet into his slippers with a poorly stifled yawn. "what if we take the day off?" he asked, glancing over his shoulder as his wife crawled over to wrap her arms around his shoulders from behind.

"no can do. i've got a dentist appointment, remember." he didn't remember, of course. he never did. with a dramatic sigh, beverly hauled herself off the bed to go to the bathroom, but thomas caught her hand and pulled her in for a kiss. she smiled against his lips. "tomorrow?" she suggested.

he looked up at her, studying her face carefully. his heart swelled. "tomorrow."

whilst she was in the shower, he made breakfast. when she was finished, she made him breakfast whilst he showered - a routine they had perfected in their years together. they talked about the plan for the day, how she wouldn't be at work until late in the afternoon because of the appointment. he suggested they go out for dinner to which she just rolled her eyes, knowing that would only culminate in eating takeout on the couch. their anniversary wasn't for another week, and for that thomas had big plans. he wasn't a big believer in going over the top too often - he felt like it cheapened the real big moments.

despite waking up in plenty of time, he still ended up running late for his shift. he kissed her only briefly before he left. "love you!" he called over his shoulder.

"to the moon, baby!" she responded as the front door closed and he was gone for the day.

it was only an hour later when beverly showed up at the firehouse, grumbling about her appointment being cancelled. it was eight minutes after she had arrived when the alarm bell rang out signalling, they had somewhere to be. a fire had broken out downtown in an old warehouse, especially troubling because it was known for housing squatters.

thomas was quick to get ready, but beverly was even quicker despite having only just arrived.

for some reason, thomas paused before getting on the truck. he looked at her and opened his mouth to say something, but he couldn't figure out what he wanted to say. there was that feeling again, niggling in the back of his mind. "move it, donovan!" snapped him out of it and he pulled himself up into the truck and they were off.

when they reached the warehouse, the fire was worse than anticipated, but a plan was soon in action. they had a few minutes to do a sweep and that was it, no longer. beverly was the first one in. the one thing thomas would remember was that they didn't have time to go through their usual routine - a quick kiss and a reminder of love. he thought nothing of it at the time as he followed her inside. "fire department, call out!"

on their sweep of the building, he heard and felt nothing and assumed everyone had made it out. until bev told the squad to be quiet. they stood still for a full ten seconds, time that they didn't really have. "over there." a feeble little voice was trying to call out but struggled against the smoke and could only cough and splutter in response. she was the only one that could fit through the crack and retrieve the child, there was no time for debate over who was going to go. thomas waited anxiously at the opening, twenty seconds passed and a child no older than ten slipped through the crack of fallen debris. thomas immediately scooped them up, ready to make for the exit. "beverly!" he called out, anxious that she hadn't yet returned.

a few seconds later her head popped out, "go!" thomas let out a breath of relief and turned, telling the rest of the squad to go ahead.

she was right behind him.

less than a minute later and thomas heard the building creak and knew their time was coming to an end. he glanced up at the ceiling, but his only thought was to get the kid in his arms out of the door. a beam fell from the ceiling right behind him and slammed loudly to the ground. there was a terrible crunch and a sinking feeling in his stomach as he emerged back into fresh air. everything else happened in a blur.

he handed the kid over and turned to go back inside but the chief grabbed his arm. "no one goes back in." the pain was obvious on the other man's face. thomas opened his mouth to speak but closed it again quickly, his eyes searching the crowd. there was just a small inkling of hope that she had made it out. 

"no." thomas pushed the other man's arm away just as a beam fell directly in front of the only free entrance into the building. his heart raced wildly and he spun around. she had to be somewhere. "no." this wasn't what was supposed to happen. she was supposed to be at the dentist. despite the obvious blockage, thomas charged towards the building. a barrage of his colleague’s arms grabbed him and dragged him back, words of comfort and sympathy were already pouring over him but he wasn't listening.

"beverly!" he shouted, struggling to break free from their grasp. "no, no, no. lemme go! beverly!" his voice caught in his throat and his eyes pooled with tears. all he could do was stare as the building was engulfed in flames with his wife still inside.

she was supposed to be at the dentist.   

#traumatask #more like i got trauma writing this #death tw #self para #click the link pls

[seattlites]

instagram profile → olivia hayes

since an early age, olivia loved photography and documenting her life. her house is filled with pictures from the most random (and important) moments and her instagram profile is no exception. she started gaining more followers during her residency in london and after the endless photos of her travels with her friends around the world, worthy of a travel blog. she kept on sharing her life, loving the attention but never caring too much about it. she now uses it as a platform to educate people on problems she finds need to be addressed, both in the medical and lgbtq+ community.

#traumatask #* olivia hayes : study. #* olivia hayes : aesthetic.

[traumahqs]

TRAUMAHQS TASK 008

Self Para

Hello all. It’s time for task number eight! Our eighth task will be to write a self para. Your self para can be about anything. Something that happened in the past, something happening right now, it’s really up to you! We just ask that you write at least 3 paragraphs for it. Make sure to tag your post with traumatask. As always it’s not mandatory to participate in task but it’s always nice to see more in depth of who your character is! Have fun! We can’t wait to see what you decide to share with us!

#traumatask

[sleeplessxseattle]

Lexie’s Instagram 

Lexie’s Instagram is typically filled with herself, her friends, and whatever sweet treats she makes.  Recently though, she’s not been posting a ton since Josh @brokenrollercoaster​ ended things although she hasn’t gone back and deleted their Christmas posts, and TBT post.  The picture with the cat is surely the house pet that Lexie was trying to talk Yazmin @sgmwesters​ into adopting.  The picture with April @sgmwesters​ is from sometime over the summer when they went and had a girls days.  

#don't be a lady be a legend #lexie grey #traumatask

[dominicbell]

TRAUMA TASK 003. AESTHETIC. DOMINIC BELL.

#traumatask

[aeipcthys]

( SELF PARA. ) ↪ jo wilson: confrontation with the dark

trigger warnings: abuse, violence, domestic violence

There were nightmares so paralyzing that it was hard to feel like you would ever wake up from them. That’s what it felt like...the last time. She was sleeping in their bed, dreaming of something more blissful than what she was about to wake up to. It wasn’t immediate pain. The blow landed, and Brooke lurched, thinking that her dream had been somehow corrupted. She had to open her eyes. That was all she would have to do to relieve herself from whatever cruelty her mind had inflicted. But opening her eyes did not save her. The nightmare wasn’t in her head. This was her reality. This was her life. 

She could barely breathe after it happened. She was too afraid to. The way his face twisted and his eyes darkened. The way he tossed her across the living room floor...it would haunt her for years to come. Years that at this point, she wasn’t even sure she would have. Emails. A few emails exchanged with colleague had resulted in near fatal consequences. Her ribs were broken. Her kidneys had almost ruptured. And in the middle of all of that pain, all Brooke could think about was that sinking feeling she had felt on the ground. How beneath his screaming and her terror, Brooke found herself thinking that this was it. She would surely fade away into nothingness, and no one would ever know what happened to Brooke Stadler. Who was Brooke Stadler?

But the clock kept ticking, and through bated breaths, her heart kept beating. And she promised herself that if she got up off that floor, that she would never end up there again. All she had to do was get up. Get up. And get up she did. She had been to the ER. She listened to the doctors discuss the extent of her injuries. How lucky she was that the blow had not been more severe. And she stared straight forward, into the abyss, wincing each time someone referred to her as Mrs. Stadler. Words that had once delighted her to hear now made her feel sick to her stomach. 

And two days had passed. Two days that Brooke held her breath every moment of the day. Two days she did not send an email or make eye contact with a stranger on the street. Two days she waited for him to leave for his conference. After two days of her watching every single move she made, Brooke listened intently for the apartment door to close and the key to turn in the lock. Once it had, she grabbed her suitcase in the closet, filling it with clothes. Bare essentials only. It wasn’t as if she needed much. She’d done with much less before. She made the bed, some old habit telling her to do so even now...even on this day that she planned to turn her back on this life. And then she was in her car. Hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly she thought it might break. Tears streamed down her face as she physically fought her body from shaking. There she was again, right back where she had started. Remnants of her old life now disappeared in her rearview mirror, taking Brooke Stadler along with them.

But who was she if she wasn’t Brooke? Her mind swirled around that question the entire drive. She drove until she physically couldn’t keep her eyes open anymore, pulling into an inn she had marked off at a rest stop. It was a quaint place. Small but off the beaten path. She pressed her nails into her palms as she waited for the woman behind the desk to give her the room key. As she did, her eyes caught something on the wall. 

They had adorned the place with quotes, motivational and inspirational it seemed. Her eyes stared at one in particular, reading the words over and over again. “Confront the dark parts of yourself, and work to banish them with illumination and forgiveness. Your willingness to wrestle with your demons will cause your angels to sing.” She let out a breath, one that was strained. It surprised both her and the woman behind the desk. “Excuse me...who is that quote from? That one?” She pointed in the direction of the frame. “Oh, that one? That’s, uh, Wilson I think. August Wilson.” Huh. She nodded slowly, her mind still rereading the words over and over again. “And your first name, dear? For our records.” She was pulled away from her trance, staring blankly at the woman like this was the first time she had ever been asked this question. And in a way, it was. It was the first time as this person that anyone had ever asked her name. “Um...” She bit at the inside of her cheek, and in this moment, the absolute lowest and most desperate moment in her life, her mind went to the first person that had ever supported her. The first person to show her that she had worth. The same person who had gifted her the watch on her wrist, the one piece of that life she could not leave behind. “Josephine.” She spoke finally. “My name is Josephine. Jo.” 

#traumatask #self para ( jo wilson. ) #tw abuse #tw violence #tw domestic violence

[addiemontgcmery]

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐠𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 

“we do not get unlimited chances to have the things we want in life. and this i know. nothing is worse than missing an opportunity that could’ve changed your life.” 

#traumatask #( i’m the designer of my own catastrophy ) / * addison montgomery musings . #addison montgomery

[strengthbound]

Task 004

Cat is a Hufflepuff; loyal, kind, risk avoider, people pleaser (to a fault)

Aquarians who are sorted into House Hufflepuff are introverted, but not shy; march to the beat of a different drummer, but don't wear their weirdness like a flag; socially minded, but highly critical of society. Confused? So are the Hufflepuff Aquarians, but they tend to sort things out eventually. Their minds lean toward the practical side of things - they'd rather invent new and useful spells or gadgets than dwell for hours in hot air theory - and the solutions they find to common problems are brilliantly on target. They like people and want to get along well with everybody, but are uncomfortable with intimacy; so they have lots of acquaintances but few close friends. They have the ability to laugh at most any situation.

#traumatask #does it surprise anyone? #cat aesthetic #cat task

[brokenrollercoaster]

Ryleigh Lincoln Instagram 

Ryleigh is a slight influencer. She didn’t even try, it just kind of happened. Her instagram includes a LOT of selfies, a few medical selfies and now pictures of Nathan. She knows that she is going to have to deal with her family and that picture of her and Nathan. She’s just been ignoring the comments though. With her stories featuring Levi (@littlexunsteady) and Nathan (@sgmwesters). She post a lot of her food on her insta stories. 

#traumatask #ryleigh lincoln / musing

[scrubsandarmchairs]

TASK 006 : KATHLEEN’S INSTAGRAM

If you didn’t know any better, looking at Kathleen’s instagram might convince you that she’s a sweet pintrest mom with a bit of a weakness for wine. Her feed is filled with her children, the occasional throwback and some medical PSAs. More recently her stories have consisted of funny moments from the Hayes’ house or moments when her kids just made her smile and she had to share it with the world. Her instagram showcases all the best part of her life, not a hair out of place she might even seem perfect. And that’s just the way she likes it.

#traumatask #| muse ; lately i've been using you to mess it all up |

[sgmwesters]

ADDISON MONTGOMERY - HOGWARTS HOUSE

virgo x slytherin: while these slytherins might not be the most outgoing of their class, they are often among the most wise, and their canny observation and lightning-fast analysis of any given situation will take them far. often behind that quiet mien hides the mind of a big dreamer, who had both the imagination to come up with a concept and the power to follow it through. these slytherins are an interesting mix of politeness and politics, pragmatism and intuition. they make good alchemists, ministry bureaucrats (well, somebody's got to do it), and academic advisors. they are often underestimated. this is most unwise.

slytherin traits

ambition: a trait that nearly all slytherins have in common is ambition. they want to be the best: the smartest in the class, the most popular in a group of friends, the boss at work. because of their strong drive and work ethic, they often achieve these heights, too, becoming invaluable members of society and powerful in the work world. cunning: slytherins are highly intelligent, but not in the same way as ravenclaws. rather than seeking to expand their knowledge, slytherins simply find ways to use their existing skills to their advantage. this makes them clever and cunning and can aid them in their quest for fame and power. resourcefulness: slytherins are able to make the best of any situation. they’re highly adaptable and resourceful and can find ways to turn even the worst situations to their advantage. determination: like hufflepuffs, slytherins are highly determined. their determination, however, is more self-focused. they will use their strong work ethic to fulfill their ambition and advance their own position. while this may seem self-absorbed, slytherins recognise that by focusing on self-improvement, they can become better friends and family members and be more useful to society as a whole.

machiavellian tendencies: “the end justifies the means” might as well be the slytherin house motto. slytherins will often do morally ambiguous things to achieve their goals. this can be a positive (as they’re willing to get their hands dirty to get things done while members of other houses may shy away), but it can also make them seem cold and calculating. power hunger: when slytherins don’t place any checks and balances on their natural ambition, it can have disastrous consequences. they can become obsessed with gaining power. this can cause them to be fixated on surrounding themselves with powerful people, as in the case of professor slughorn. at worst, it can cause them to abandon all morality in their obsession with power and do horrific and depraved things, as seen in the case of lord voldemort’s quest for power over the wizarding world. discrimination: over the course of the books, time and time again the reader witnesses slytherins attack those wizards who aren’t pure-blood and bully others who they perceive as being weak even if they are pure of blood, such in the case of malfoy’s torment of neville. some slytherins have a tendency towards arrogance and can insult and demean those who they see as being inferior.

#━━ ✦ 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐆𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐘 ❮ musings ❯ #traumatask

[lostatseattle]

CRISTINA YANG — instagram

the only reason cristina downloaded the app was to see what all the hype was. she followed pretty much anyone that popped up that she didn't hate because she thought that was the point — like a friendship version of tinder. the only irls she follows: meredith, teddy and andrea. and george's defunct account. she deleted it after an hour.

#traumatask #i wanna be great / cristina #musings / cristina #musings

[seattlites]

instagram profile → dylan campbell

dylan has fun with his instagram, being filled with photos of him, his adventures or his friends and family. as a kappa tau legend alongside lachlan covington, he has a good following and likes to post a throwback picture once in a while (mostly to embarrass lachlan). the recent family photos are from christmas when he travelled to his home in chicago, where we can see a video with one of his nieces. the old photos above are from around two years ago, when he went to florida.

#traumatask #* dylan cambell : study. #* dylan campbell : aesthetic.

[traumahqs]

TRAUMAHQS TASK 007

Love Language Quiz

Hello all. It’s time for task number seven! Our seventh task will be to take the love language quiz. With this task we ask the you follow this link to take the quiz. We ask that once you have done the quiz that you write a small section about it. If you think it’s accurate, what you think is wrong, etc.  Make sure to tag your post with traumatask. As always it’s not mandatory to participate in task but it’s always nice to see more in depth of who your character is! Have fun! We can’t wait to see what your muses love languages are.

#traumatask

[sleeplessxseattle]

Nomad Lexie 

It’s been nearly five years since Lexie has had a place to call her own.  She’s lived with her dad, Meredith’s attic, Mark’s, and now Josh’s, and eventually, she will make herself a home in Yazmin’s second bedroom.  Since the pair love to bake, she’s bringing the pink kitchen aid stand mixer and pink cupcake tier tray for all their baking needs.  

#this is so sad wow poor lexie #don't be a lady be a legend #lexie grey #traumatask #trauma task 5