Did you like the Greys 300? Best part? Worst part? I'm waiting anxiously that I can watch it next week in Finland lol 😁
I liked it very much. The whole episode was worth to be number 300. They did an incredible job, especially with the writing and providing all the feels in the greys world.
There was no worst part, there was nothing I would complain about and every character had her/his moment to shine. Everyone had something, even the little interns.
On to the best part(s) (spoiler-alert!)
Meredith Grey finally got what she so desperately wanted. She won a Harper Avery Award and everyone was there for her in the moment, like literally everyone, seeing even Zola cheer her on is too much to handle. It melted my heart that the first person to congratulate Meredith was Richard Webber. These two share such a long and complicated relationship through Ellis Grey, who also was in Meredith’s imagination there. I think that was one the moments that made me cry the most. After all these years, it’s not Derek she sees up there in the gallery, but her own mother. And that’s really a core element of the show, especially in the early seasons.
Speaking of the early seasons, I was wary of the patients, who looked like Christina, Goerge, and Izzie, but they served such a nice story and made me miss Christina a lot. Did you all catch the easter-egg with the injury? Doesn’t it remind you a certain icicle? And how funny was it that Owen didn’t see any resemblance? Don’t get me started on Bailey’s O’Malley tears. That tight bond between George and her will always hold a special place in my heart. And the Izzie patient brought back all my Alex-Izzie-feelings. I still ship them, probably too much, and for a moment I was certain Alex was still in contact with her. He made me believe this was how Izzie’s life was atm, but I’m glad it’s just in his mind. That way I can hope, even though I feel like the discussions of babies for Alex and Jo will come up soon.
Arizona is finally a mom with a daughter again. She was living the dating life and I was fine to watch, but seeing her with Sofia gives me more life. I liked how she imitated Mark’s voice and I choked when I saw the picture of Callie, Mark, Arizona, and Sofia hanging in her house. It was such a throwback to the episode of Mark’s death. Also, Calzona is still strong because Arizona misses Callie too, just saying.
Zola is the new Meredith. She knows about the human body, she admires her mother, she wants to be a surgeon like her mom, her dad, and her two aunties. She’s the most precious little girl, who has been through a lot at her age, but still is very strong. I mean, she supported her own auntie through her grief. I love how tight Maggie and Zola’s bond is, especially through the loss of a parent. That moment was the most emotional one, I cried so hard.
APRIL KEPNER YOU ARE NOT AVERAGE. Someone needed to say this. Thank you. But at the same time, thank you, April, for calling Meredith out for not going to that ceremony. I wanted her to have that moment on the stage, giving her own speech. I wanted to see it, but at the same time, Jackson did such a lovely job too. And hearing those words out of his mouth was probably more emotional and meaningful than hearing them from Meredith.
Last but not least, Amelia Shepherd becomes a better neurosurgeon every day because of her brother. The look between Amelia and Meredith when Jackson mentioned Derek in his speech. Derek left a big void, but also helped her be even better.
I think it’s fair to say that this episode did the show justice. 300 episodes of Grey’s, I’m ready for more. It may be hurtful at times. Some characters may have died, but the ones, who live will tell their story.
It’s almost 9.00pm when Arizona settles on the sofa and picks up her cellphone. Callie answers on the first ring. “Is Sofia okay?” she wants to know.
“She’s fine,” Arizona reassures her. “Her flight was good and she said the chaperone was lovely. We watched a movie, ate too much ice-cream and now she’s in bed.”
Silence falls between them and Arizona knows Callie is wondering why she called. She pictures her in New York, happy and relaxed in her new life; dark curls framing her face and eyebrows raised as she waits for Arizona to say what’s on her mind.
She has all these thoughts in her head that she wants to share with her - about Baby George, Baby Cristina and Baby Izzie; about the way Mark has been in her head all day since her conversation with Liza. Because Callie is the one who will understand, except Callie isn’t that person to her any more and it’s moments like these that make the aching come back.
“Sofia misses you,” Arizona says eventually. “I miss you and I’ve had one of those days where I just wanted to hear your voice.”
Silence falls again, leaving Arizona to wonder what Callie thinks about her confession.
today is my last day of college like…. ever…. i genuinely can’t believe how fast the past four years flew by not to be corny but it’s been the best years of my life and i’m so grateful for my school and my experiences here at the good ole’ university of arizona. can’t wait to see what the future has in store for me!
Everyone’s like rooting for Meredith and happy for her for working on moving on with her life with Riggs.
But then at the same time everyone’s like so pissed that Arizona’s trying to do the same thing.
Derek’s gone. Meredith should move on.
Callie’s gone. Arizona should move on.
Moving on and living life is part of life!! So celebrate it for both people!
I get Derek died and Callie didn’t. But Callie literally tore Arizona apart (after single handedly deciding to try and take their daughter across the country with no regard for how Arizona felt about it, btw), and took off with her latest girlfriend. So like….there’s no reason why Arizona shouldn’t be allowed to move on with her life.
Will she always have love for Callie? No doubt. But Callie’s not there. And she sure as hell didn’t take a second glance back when deciding to move to New York, so why should Arizona stand around and wait for her to MAYBE come back?
Like no…..that’s stupid. She’s with Minnick. She’s happy. She’s smiling. And their relationship seems a hell of a lot more healthy than Calzona did at their end.
So either get on board or get over it. Unless Sara Ramirez decides to come back, Calzona is done. There’s no “Calzona will rise”, especially if she never comes back to the show. And if and when she does…they would have a hell of a lot of work to do to get back to a healthy place to even begin a relationship again.
I was just listening to a recent episode of NPR’s podcast Wait Wait Don’t Tell Me, and I kid you not, they were talking about how the U.S Military used fleas to spread disease. They ran an experiment and it worked but they never used it.
Transcript: (This is the part of the show when they are given three crazy news storis and the contestant has to pick which one is the real story.)
“Oh my god, I can’t believe him. I’m so mad I could punch something. No, you know what? – I’m going to punch him, he deserves it.”
Callie clenched her right hand into a tight fist, eyes flaring in anger and a scowl settling in deeply along the crease of her brow.
“Right in the nose. He can have his precious plastics posse fix it up for him.”
Making a beeline from the bedroom, still clad only in her pajama shorts and a Johns Hopkins tank top, the brunette made her way across the small apartment with determination in her stride.
“You’re not nothing! You’re everything. You’re my fiancée – you are Sofia’s mother. You.Are.Her.Mother.”
Arizona scrambled from the bed, bare feet hurrying along the hardwood floor as she followed the other woman. She’d finally told her about the heated words that had been exchanged between her and Mark after the car crash and during their daughter’s traumatic birth. Mark had apologized of course, profusely, but she’d always known she would have to tell Callie someday – she had wanted to – but until her fiancée had made a full recovery, Arizona hadn’t been willing to upset her any further than the last four months already had.
It had been a quiet morning, a peaceful morning. Sofia was still miraculously asleep in her bassinet, and the two of them had been cuddled up happily under the covers talking – it had seemed like as good a moment as any. Arizona had anticipated that Callie would be upset, and emotional, but she hadn’t anticipated the outburst of furious anger that had lit up the other woman’s face almost immediately.
“Mark should consider himself lucky to parent a child with you. I can’t believe him, I can’t—oh, he is going to hurt when I’m done with him…”
“I’m serious, Arizona,” the brunette whipped around, hair messy from sleep, fist raised again at the ready, “it’s not okay. Just one good punch, right in the—“
“Calliope Torres you are not going to punch Mark in the face.”
“Oh yes I am—“
“Well not with that kind of fist at least!”
Callie blinked once at the sudden outburst that interrupted her, looking down as the blonde woman’s smaller hand grasped onto hers. Arizona mimicked her action of making a fist and held it up between them, thumb tucked under the edge of her forefinger, and she tilted her head with an almost exasperated – albeit slightly amused – expression.
“This is how you break bones, Calliope, and you can’t just go around breaking your million dollar surgeon hands. Any wife of mine is going to learn how to punch like she means it.”
Arizona blew some stray hairs from her face and shifted her fingers, stretching them out and slowly curling them back into a proper fist as she held it up for Callie to see. The brunette was simply gazing at her with a dumbfounded look on her face, the anger ebbing slightly from her darkened eyes, and Arizona smiled sweetly, nodding her head affirmatively.
“Always keep your thumb on the outside, like this.“
She picked up Callie’s now slack hand and formed it into a fist for her – nudging her thumb to curl around the outside where it should be.
“This way, when you hit your target, you’re going to hit him right across the proximal phalanges and your metacarpals will take the brunt of the pressure. They’re much stronger than your thumb, which you were about to crack with your first hit.”
The blonde looked perfectly innocent despite the words coming out of her mouth, and Callie looked at her closed fist, eyebrow arching slightly.
“Aren’t I supposed to be the bone doctor here?”
“Well, I thought so,” Arizona’s dimples appeared with a grin, “but clearly your fighting skills aren’t as advanced as mine.”
Arizona shifted her stance and sent a forceful, fast punch out into the air in front of her, and her fiancée’s eyes widened perceptibly at the clear strength behind the fluid motion. She knew Arizona was strong, obviously, having long ago memorized every perfect, toned muscle in the other woman’s body – but this was an entirely new revelation.
“I grew up with the name Arizona surrounded by a bunch of military brats. My dad taught me how to punch hard and fast so I only had to punch once.”
Callie’s hand unclenched from its own fist and she brought her fingers up to trail along the bare, lightly freckled shoulder in front of her – she traced the blonde’s bicep, completely unable to help herself, and bit back a small smile as she looked up to meet blue eyes.
“So…did you go around punching people out often, or?”
“Well…” Arizona paused a moment, considering her answer, “not often.”
Licking her lips almost unconsciously, Callie slid her hands to the smaller woman’s waist, tugging her closer across the small space between them.
“That’s kinda hot.”
“Just make sure you remember – thumb outside. I like your fingers to be in working order…”
Smirking slightly, Arizona slid a hand over one of Callie’s and tangled their fingers together, wrapping around the strong digits as she ran her thumb lightly over warm, soft skin.
“I’m furious at Mark…I still really want to hit him for saying that to you.”
The anger and aggravation flared across brown eyes again, but Callie let out a slight sigh at Arizona’s gentle touch – the hand still on her waist tugging the blonde firmly against her own torso.
“I know, and I love you for that. But how about…”
Glancing backwards in the direction of the bedroom, Arizona lowered her voice a touch and listened for any sounds from the tiny sleeping infant behind them. Hearing nothing but silence, she brought Callie’s hand up to her own and pressed a kiss against her fingertips, slowly and ever so lightly letting her tongue flicker out to trace around them.
“…we make better use of this hand right now?”
Swallowing almost audibly at the look in her fiancée’s eyes and the low, sultry tone of her voice, Callie could only stare for a moment, her body suddenly tingling in anticipation as a warm, wet tongue darted out to trace along her finger again and a pair of soft lips wrapped around it, sucking lightly.
Her eyes fixed on the blue ones in front of her, Callie stuttered slightly, nodding as a slow, satisfied smile tugged at Arizona’s face. Suddenly, her anger from earlier was definitely forgotten for the time being.
Alex Karev Imagine 619 Words Suggestions: Reader is Pregnant with her’s and Alex’s first child. Some fluff. Requested By: Anonymous
You sat around, doing nothing for the time being. You were
tired, ready sleep all of this out, but you couldn’t. You were in labor. You
bounced around your hospital room until Alex got there, but tired yourself 15
minutes in. It’s your first child, and you were honestly too tired to continue.
You were offered support by your one trusted friend Meredith Grey, but then she
had surgery to go to, so you turned to Cristina Yang, who also had surgery. So,
you ended up alone. You heard a rush of footsteps and saw Alex run in, panting.
“Why did you run,” You asked, yawning.
“I just got out of surgery,” He said, sitting on your hospital
“Really? I mean, it’s not the end of the world. I’m just-.”
“Giving birth. Yeah, I know, I’ve seen plenty of those. C’mon,
how far are you?”
“Still waiting for Arizona. She was also in surgery.”
“And you didn’t call me?”
“Because you need to stop freaking out.”
“Well, this is my first child-.”
“It’s mine too. So, you can shut up about that. I wanted you
to take it easy, instead of passing out as soon as the baby’s here. I want you
to hold them first.”
“Well, I’ll always be here to do that-.”
“No, because you look like your heart rate has gone up a
billion beats per hour. Also, your face is flushing red. You should take a nap.”
“And miss this? No thanks.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Whatever Karev, you need to sleep.”
“Hey Guys, who’s ready for a baby,” Arizona walks in with a
You both look at her.
“I’m ready to get this baby out,” You smiled.
“Alright, that’s what all mothers say.”
“I’m ready to see if it’s a boy or a girl,” Alex nodded.
“Can you tell him he needs to sleep,” You ask.
“Can you tell her I’m not missing this?”
“How about as soon as the baby’s out, you both sleep? Okay,”
“Okay,” You both nodded.
As Arizona checked her face turned from calm to surprised.
“You’re ready. How long have you been here?”
“About 20 minutes.”
“You’re far from ready. You need to push now.”
“What,” You squeaked.
You grabbed Alex’s hand and squeezed out your anxiety.
You blinked twice.
“You’ll be okay,” Alex nodded.
“Me? What about you? Because your face is now blue!”
“You’re squeezing my hand really hard.”
You let it go and started to push. You forgot the next few
minutes until finally, you stopped.
“Congratulations, it’s a girl.”
“Sweet,” You nodded, shutting your eyes.
You and Alex leaned on each other, both snoring away.
When you woke up, you turned your head and saw Alex holding
your baby, making cute faces at her. You frowned.
“Give me my baby,” You held your hands out.
“No, she’s my princess,” He said.
“Okay, she’s going to be my baby surgeon, where she’ll be
learning all her techniques through Mommy, not the Peds doctor.”
“Yeah, think about that. She’s a daddy’s girl.”
You picked up your baby and smiled.
“She’s so cute. She’ll have your charm and my looks.”
“Yeah, guys will think twice when they see me after her.”
“Nope. You’ll scare them.”
Alex inched closer to you, a smile increasing on his face.
“Yeah, I won’t. I’ll be there giving them a warning.”
“Oh yeah, a ‘warning’.”
Alex rolled his eyes and soon was next to the both of you.
You leaned on his as you both looked at her.