quiet professional

The funniest thing to me is that moment in a show when a character has just died in some tragic way, and it’s just like the saddest thing ever and everyone is bawling

Then you go backstage and they’re just sitting there scrolling through their phone because now they have nothing to do for the rest of Act 2

Juno in the Signs


Juno, known as the Goddess of marriage, traditionally symbolized the idealized life partner. She represents the values and attitudes, which reveal themselves in the institution of marriage.

In the signs, Juno represents how we deal with our intimacy needs, what we look for in a mate, and qualities we present in a partnership.

Juno in Aries: Requires full autonomy and independence in relationships. They tend to be attracted to strong, dominant, assertive, leading individuals.

Juno in Taurus: Requires stability in relationships. They tend to be attracted to dependable, trustworthy, reliable, and steady partners. Needs a lot of physical contact from partner.

Juno in Gemini: Requires open lines of communication and verbal stimulation in relationships. They may desire more than one mate, or a multi-talented/faced partner. Attracted to intelligence, wittiness, and spontaneity.

Juno in Cancer: Requires emotional intimacy and nurturance from their relationship. Tend to be attracted to Mother archetypes; caring, gentle, trustworthy, loving, nurturing, etc.

Juno in Leo: Requires admiration and pazazz (think exciting, unpredictable teenflick drama) in their relationship. They are attracted to grandiose, glamorous, hearty, warm, exciting, outgoing, and complimenting types of people.

Juno in Virgo: Requires a partner who wants to reach for perfection with Juno Virgo. Are attracted to hard-working, put-together, clean, intelligent, and charming types of people.

Juno in Libra: Requires a sense of equality in a relationship. If the relationship is off-balance, off goes Juno Libra! They are attracted to social, charming, magnetic, diplomatic, conversationalist types.

Juno in Scorpio: Requires emotional intensity and intimate connection (both sexual and non-sexual) to partner. Attracted to mysterious, sensual, radical, quiet, professional, and intelligent types.

Juno in Sagittarius: Requires adventure, and open-mind, and intellectual stimulation from partner. Tend to be attracted to outgoing, philosophical, thinker, adventuresome, open-minded, exciting, and zesty types.

Juno in Capricorn: Requires stability, depth, and commitment in a relationship. They are attracted to hard-working, independent, aloof, and provider types of people.

Juno in Aquarius: Requires freedom and eccentricity in a relationship. They are attracted to wacky, quirky, individualistic, confident, intellectual, and humanitarian types.

Juno in Pisces: Requires emotional, spiritual, and mental transcendence from unity of a relationship. Tend to be attracted to dreamy, sensitive, psychic, intuitive, martyr, spiritual, and romantic types.

 NOTE: Venus and Mars signs provide a general insight on why and who we are attracted. Juno signs represent more of who we are attracted to when searching for a life partner.

Thoughts on Quiet BPD

When asked about BPD, most people who know about this disorder immediately think of the “classic” symptoms: impulsive behaviors and episodes of rage. The same holds true for even mental health professionals.

But rage and impulsivity are only two out of the nine criteria in determining whether someone has BPD. Some people with BPD—myself included—meet the criteria for a diagnosis but do not use these “acting out behaviors.”

So what does it mean to have quiet BPD?

You probably still suffer from extreme mood swings and emotional reactivity, self-harm and suicidal ideation, chronic feelings of emptiness, paranoid ideation, dissociation, a lack of identity, and the intense fear of abandonment we love so very much (disclaimer: we hate it.).

And it may well be that your relationships are stormy as well—even if the other person has no freaking idea how distressing said friendship is to you.

How is that possible? Well, we feel the same things other people with BPD feel: we idealize you and become deeply emotionally attached to you, then suddenly we become emotionally cold and distant toward you over just a minor disappointment, we’re kept awake at night by paranoia that you secretly hate us because you didn’t text us back immediately, we spiral into crushing depression over the littlest things you say and do.

But the difference lies in how we express it.

With “classic” BPD you may tell the other person what you’re feeling. You may accuse the person of lying to you, avoiding you, abandoning you, etc. You may display anger toward the other person or get into arguments. The other person becomes aware of what you’re thinking and feeling. Not so with quiet BPD.

I almost never tell my friends what’s going through my mind unless they ask. I’m too terrified of being a burden to them. I internalize this tempest of dysphoria, letting it fester for weeks and months. I will drop off your radar, distancing myself from you without you even noticing. Unless you reach out to me, you’ll never hear from me again. I’ll isolate myself, forever convinced you hate me and that you’re better off not dealing with my burdensome self… even if there’s no evidence to suggest this. Even if we’ve literally been best friends for years.

You may not notice this shift at all, simply because I don’t express it. The friendship may not be distressing for you, but it’s sure as hell distressing for me. I’ve cycled through so many friendships in this way, in near constant agony as a result—and the vast majority of my friends had no idea.

I’m obsessed over this idea that I’m a burden. That my very existence is an annoyance to everyone, and so I very frequently deny myself the very emotion so often associated with BPD: anger.

I loathe myself so much I feel I don’t have the right to be angry for myself.

Sure, I can feel anger all right. If you slight a friend or family member of mine, I cannot begin to describe the rage that wells up inside me.

But if you insult me? I’ll sink to depression and probably agree with you (this has happened multiple times).

People with different types of BPD respond differently to the same triggers. For some, if they feel you’re going to abandon them or that you don’t care about them, they respond with anger. Others act impulsively in hopes of relieving some of their pain. But I respond by turning inward. I justify these “signs” that everyone in my life hates me—the same signs recognized by people with “classic” BPD—by deciding that if I’m going to be abandoned, well, it’s because I deserve to be. If you do hate me, it’s because I am, in fact, absolute scum. My BPD takes these signs and twists them into reinforcement of my extreme self-loathing. If anything, I’ll be angry with myself.

This translates into “acting in” behaviors that aren’t as obvious as impulsive behaviors. I self-harm and don’t tell a soul about it, I lock myself in my room and cry for hours, I become so emotionally numb I just stare at the wall all day, I’ll sleep for an entire weekend to escape my pain, I’ll even deny myself food because what’s the point of extending my lifespan, especially if I don’t deserve it?

Any kind of BPD sucks, quiet or otherwise. But raising awareness about quiet BPD is crucial: professionals may not realize we have BPD because we don’t fit the “classic” model, and thus we end up spending years misdiagnosed or in treatment that doesn’t address what’s actually going on with us. We could be spared YEARS of additional suffering by getting the correct treatment as soon as possible. So let’s raise awareness, shall we?

anonymous asked:

Headcanon that one time Yusuke got extremely excited for something and started bouncing on his feet and squealing excitedly. When he calms down from the high he realizes what he's done and goes back to Quiet Professional Nothing Happened Mode. The others then make it their goal to see Cutesuke like that more often because Let Him Be Excited and Happy! (The others joke that he got it from Ryuji, Mimicry Things)


Bond Fire

Ship: sansby

Word Count: 5,126

Type: Hurt/Comfort

Universe: Undertale

***Author Note***

I’m so excited for this! This is my entry for the Undertail Fanfic Contest. I was originally going to try to write a fluffy story, but I can’t help wanting to add a little angst to what I write. I also wanted to make things a little different, and have sans comfort Grillby instead. (Also cute title idea by @kimiwillsinforever)

The theme is “New Experiences”, and in this story sans has just moved in with Grillby, and they’re learning about how different it can be living with someone else. Grillby was excited at first, but after a few days his hidden insecurities arise and he worries he might accidentally hurt sans. He’s never been this close to someone for such a long period of time before, and he begins to think no one would ever want to be around him or his fire.

***End Note***


Everything was so dark and far away, but he was dimly aware of Papyrus’ voice in the distance.

His smile felt a little easier to bear as he made his way toward the sound, wondering what puzzle the human was reaching next. The dull repetition wasn’t as painful when he managed to see Papyrus’ excitement at finally finding a human. Heck, who knows? Maybe he’d truly capture them this time and fulfill his dream of becoming a Royal Guard. He laughed to himself at the thought, but anything could be possible right?

He was so focused on finding his brother that his silent steps in the snow raised no flags. Trees seemed to move out of the way for him as he walked, but the darkness only increased.

It’s getting darker.

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Briste | Chapter 13

Briste | Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

He was going to kiss me.

I could see it in his eyes, lust, passion, desire… it was all there everything I had been aching for, been yearning for was right there.

“Stop.” I whispered gently laying my hand on his chest. I could feel his rapid breathing and thundering heartbeat under my palm. My eyes transfixed on my hand, refusing to see the hurt that was sure to be in his eyes.

“Alright. I’ll wait.” Came his breathy, hoarse whisper. His voice so deep it sent chills down my spine.

I chanced a glance at this face, surely he was joking. He had to be angry, I just denied him… they always get angry when denied.

“Really?” I asked in amazement, not seeing any anger but still the same passion and desire. He intertwined my hand with his, laying it back against his chest while pulling me forward. The backs of our hands touching the other’s heart.

A quirk of his lips pulled them into a side smile. “Aye, I’ll wait for ye Claire. I’ll wait as long as it takes. Ye ken I’ll no be your patient forever, and when that day comes,” he bent down kissing my hand. “I’ll be here a dozen flowers in my hand, and walking on my own two feet asking ye to be mine.”

My cheeks filled with color as his statement sunk in.

“Come on, you shouldn’t be out of your bed for too long. You’re going to drive the nurses into a tizzy.” I tried to diffuse the current mood, the sexual tension was thick in the air, my own mind questioning why I wasn’t following my gut and letting him kiss me.

“Aye, suppose ye are right.” Jamie nodded, then began to hobble back out the door.

I let out a breathing looking at the ceiling. “You’re a bloody fool Beauchamp.”

We were silent on the walk back to his room. What should have been a short walk, turned into a laborious adventure for both of us. Neither fully healed, hobbling and shaking down the hall, unable to move quick enough out of the random running personnel.

M'aingeal, bidh thu leig dhomh gaol agam ort?” Jamie whispered pushing a lock of my hair behind my ear as we stood outside his door.

I started to shake my head, words fumbling. “I-I don’t know what you said!”

Jamie only smiled and kept his hand on the side of my face. “Dinna fash yerself over it. Good night, Doctor Beauchamp.”

Gone was his playful and desire-filled tone, in it’s place was the quiet reluctance of professionalism.

“Good night, Jamie.” I managed to say just as the door clicked shut.

The hall felt too large, yet too small simultaneously. I couldn’t breathe.

My heart ached and my head warred with my thoughts.

He was perfect. He was a patient. He wanted me. No one ever wants me. He makes me feel different, worthy. No one will ever accept me.

Over and over, the cycle of confidence and doubt turned over until I couldn’t take it any longer. Still in scrubs I ran from the hospital. My bag, keys, phone, everything still locked safely away in my locker. Legs burning, hip screaming in pain, I pushed on. I felt the bandages Mrs. Fitz so carefully attached begin to slip from my legs. The scabs on my knees begin to crack and bleed once again, but it didn’t matter. I needed air. I needed to be able to breathe.

Tears blurring my vision, I stumbled and caught myself before falling onto the pavement making my way to a bench at the edge of the block.

All the emotions I had been fighting for weeks came to the surface, no longer were tears only clouding my vision, now they ran freely in unending streams down my face. Why was he so nice to me? How could he want to kiss me and why did I want to kiss him back?

I don’t know how long I sat on that bench two blocks from the hospital. My body chilled as rain drizzled down.

“Claire?” A voice called, I didn’t look in it’s direction.

“Claire!” Warm hands gripped my shoulders, slightly shaking me. “What are you doing out here? Where’s your coat? Jesus! You’re freezing!”

Joe Abernathy pulled me from my spot on the bench, my mind and body still numb. Speech not coming easily.

“You need to get back inside, when Marcus told me he saw you running out of the building like a bat outta hell I had to come look for you! What has gotten into you?”

I shook my head, a frown pulling deeper on my face. “I can’t go back. I’ve broken the rules. He can’t.. I can’t… please don’t make me. I don’t have the will to stay away. I can’t lose this job. I can’t lose him. Please Joe… I…”

I rambled and sobbed as Joe pulled his coat tighter around me, throwing his arm around my shoulders then guided me back to the hospital.

“Who are you trying to run away from? Is it the man that hurt you? I’m still not convinced it was as you said, and just a running accident.”

I shook my head at his words. “No one hurt me! I did this to myself, granted not intentionally, but I did not get beat! I wish people would stop assuming that!”

“That was the most coherent sentence I’ve gotten from you all day.” He laughed jovially, squeezing my shoulder. I snorted.

“I can’t lose my job Joe, but I can’t be around Ja–Mr. Fraser.” I stopped walking and turned to look at Joe’s face. “I’ll break every vow I’ve ever made as a physician if I continue to be one of his primary care doctors. I can’t do it. It’s become…personal. He means too much to me and I can’t lose him, but I can’t lose this job either.”

Joe smiled and nodded with a sigh, “I figured this would happen. You’re all the man talks about when I go to see him. Keeps calling you m'aingeal, and I can’t get anyone in this damned place to tell me what it means. They simply smile and have a lovesick look on their faces so I’m going to guess it’s an endearment.”

I felt my chin wobble with the tears that were threatening to fall from my eyes.

“He—” I cleared my throat, “he’s called me that before. Right before I ran out of the hospital actually.”

Joe smiled jovially. “Ha! See! You won’t be losing that boy, I can guarantee that! Now, come on. You need to get dry and warm. I’ll make sure, if it’s the last thing I do that you will not only keep your job, but you will get to keep your…unprofessional relationship with the young Mr. Fraser.” He winked and pulled me back inside. Back to the warmth, pain, brutal politics, sadness, and overwhelming joy that will hopefully shape my future for the better.

Bets Are A Dish Best Served Cold - Part 1 (Bucky x Reader)

Synopsis - (Sort of) Enemies to Lovers AU Based on Amy and Jake from Brooklyn 99. You and Bucky are two of Brooklyn’s best detectives, however its known throughout the precinct that you two are as good as nemesises as far as petty jabs and insults are concerned. After being partnered up on a case the two of you make a bet to see who can make the most arrests before the end of summer. Both tensions and feelings are riled. Are the two of you destined to be enemies or something else? 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader 

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of robberies, vandalism and graffiti, petty arguing, Bucky being a smug ass 

Word Count: 2,880

A/N: First and foremost, I dedicate this Fic to @poe-also-bucky because Michelle is awesome and always so kind 💙

So I love Brooklyn 99 and Jake and Amy are one of my OTPs and yesterday whilst washing up the dishes I came up with this idea based on their bet is Season one! This idea was literally nagging me so I just had to write it despite needing to finish and write other fics, This won’t be a majorly long series, maybe only 6 parts? But if you’d like to be tagged, let me know! 

Originally posted by vintagefangirll

“So how’s work life with your temporary partner?” Natasha said, smirking a little as she walked over to your desk holding two cups of coffees.

“Ugh, don’t remind me.” You groaned rubbing your forehead. “Bucky is insufferable.”

“Well, I’ve got to say, you’ve surprised me, I really thought one of you would have killed the other by now.” She chuckled, taking a sip from one of the cups.

It was pretty much known throughout the precinct that you and Bucky couldn’t go more than ten minutes without some snarky remark, petty jab or insults that may or not lead to an argument and you threatening to throw your stapler at his head.

It wasn’t that you hated Bucky, in fact you actually felt a small admiration for the man. He was intelligent and extremely athletic making him a more than capable detective, despite one of his arms being a prosthetic. When you first met him you were actually impressed by his determination and talents. Any fondness you felt for the man then soon dissolved as the two of you were met with a personality clash. 

You would be the last person to admit that both you and Bucky were extremely similar despite the contrast of your personalities. Where he possessed the emotional maturity of a ten year old, discovering playboy magazines for the first time you were prudent and serious - minded. Clint had joked that you were the “mother” of the police force.

When he wasn’t on the field and making arrests, Bucky’s focus plummeted from 10 to zero. It seemed his focus was replaced with the ability to be the most obnoxiously unbearable man in Brooklyn. His locker stunk as though something had died, the same as his desk drawers which just had to be situated next to yours. He was constantly playing around with things on his desk, flicking pen lids and paper clips at you, singing out of key or making references to Tom Cruise movies. 

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James Madison  (March 16, 1751 – June 28, 1836) [x]

MADISON is incisively intelligent, quiet, professional. A former Hamilton ally, he becomes Jefferson’s detail man concerning all matters—he gets things done. RZA meets Zach from Chorus Line.

Confession:  Before I played MEA, based on fan critique, I thought I’d hate Cora. But the moment I met her in game, I fell in love. Her sense of humor, her dream of bringing something beautiful into the new galaxy, her quiet and professional, thoughtful, reserved attitude… I just love her so much, every aspect of her. I want to see her working on that rose garden wearing a straw hat, and I want to sweep her up in my arms and tell her I love her omg. Lady, beautiful, of the sun, let me be your knight

anonymous asked:

Dude! I'm not asking for a fic cos you're crazy busy. I just want to shout into the void at you. But so many different variants of Graves out there. Why choose 1? What if he had DID and so all of them are him in one bundle? You think that's possible?

Oh my goodness what a fun concept! Just like, he comes back from Grindelwald and captivity, only something’s distinctly different. His mind has coped, learned to protect itself, and now there are many versions of Percival Graves where there used to be one. They keep the man as a consultant while the mediwizards try to figure out how to make the many one again - and for the most part, the many versions of Percival Graves don’t mind.

Tina finds it all rather fascinating, although it does creep some of the other aurors out.

They keep a little journal, each of them. Whenever someone writes in theirs, the note shows up in all of them. They have a page for each identity and try to keep up with Graves like that.

He might be Tina’s favorite. He’s a grumpy, emotional, blunt mess of a man - but he’s kind in a weird, harsh way that makes Tina fond of him. He’s the emotional side of Graves. The part of Graves that has remembered and regretted every lost soul, every suspect accidentally killed instead of apprehended, every man that got away, every victim they couldn’t save. His shoulders sag beneath the weight of a sadness he hides behind hilarious expressions and copious drinking. They know when Ray is in control because he wears jeans and a blazer jacket, smells of liquor, and has this look in his eyes - this unfathomable sadness - that makes him simultaneously easy to approach and yet miles away from any of them. He’s got a bit of an accent, this Irish lit, and Tina finds out that all this time, Graves has been hiding his Irish heritage and her mind is blown. 

If she thought Ray had an accent, Marty has an accent. Quick to befuddlement and easily overwhelmed - Marty is a writer. A rather good one at that, when he’s sober. He follows them around with a little notebook and asks all sorts of questions. He is the creativity in Graves. The keen mind. He’s sympathetic and eager. Quick to smiling, quicker to booze. He says cruel, honest things when he’s drunk (and he’s drunk a lot, though the smell is the only thing that gives him away). He says kind, encouraging things when he’s sober. He wishes them luck. He apologizes for not being more than he is. He knows he’s broken. He knows he isn’t right. He knows what man they’re looking for when they come to him for good luck before a mission. He claps them on the shoulder all the same, presses their foreheads together, and says “Come back in one piece. I’ll keep trying to bring him back for you.”

Strike that, David is her favorite. He’s a smol man. She knows when David’s in the driver’s seat because Graves’ body language changes completely. His shoulders hunch in. His eyes gain this doe-eyed blankness, this utter heartbreaking hope to be noticed - and his voice is soft and kind and a little awkward, but generally as Irish as his other personalities. He speaks plainly and kindly. He moves awkwardly, afraid of using anyone else’s space. Afraid of being noticed. He likes to eat comfort foods that Graves would never allow himself to eat. Flaky pastries and soft pies and other little treats. David isn’t out enough to really affect Graves’ waistline, but Tina loves to bring him sweats when he is around - she loves every moment of watching David eat. He eats like he doesn’t deserve it. She loves to see him in awe of his food. She loves to see him happy. David is Graves’ fears in one body. He’s afraid of spiders, of all things - though he won’t make a sound. He’ll just politely and awkwardly excuse himself from the spider’s space. It’s adorable. He’s afraid of eye contact. Afraid of beautiful men or ladies (Queenie especially, which makes her fond of him to no end). Afraid of Picquery - he practically runs from the woman.

Afraid his aurors won’t come home.

When he’s around and the aurors go on missions, he nervously switches from foot to foot, hand twitching as though to reach out. The first time Tina hugs him before a mission, he sinks into her gratefully and sighs into her hair - “Please be careful.”

Douglas is a soft spoken man, but he is also a deadly man. His body moves like a cat. He was trained to kill. He is the fire in Graves during a duel. He is his stealth, his endless energy, his power. The one time he was present to accompany them on a raid, they closed up the mission in minutes rather than hours. He is a force to be reckoned with - unbridled and passionate. Where Graves was controlled, he is a tornado. Anything and everything in his path laid to waste. They knew their Director was powerful.

What they did not know was that Graves was like an iceberg and all that they had seen was just the deadly tip - miles of possibilities silent below the surface.

Douglas is incredibly protective of them. He binds their injuries when they come back. He trains them when he can. He works out with them. He’s hard on them. He wants them to be safe. He knows that some of them won’t come back. He subtly says goodbye to them each time they leave; hopeful, but pessimistic. 

Tina avoids Jerry. He is deadly just as Douglas is deadly, but not because he was trained to be a weapon - because he is a predator. She can see it in his eyes. Danger, fighting, blood, war - these things are fun to Jerry. And with a start she realizes that while many parts of Graves regret the causalities of his job - the victims, the death, the violence - one part of him is thrilled by it. Thrilled by his power, by his ability to survive, to win, to overcome. Not only that, but Jerry is Graves’ sexuality. Something she honestly didn’t even think the man had. Quiet and subdued and professional as he is, it’s hard to think that Jerry stems from him. That the raw sexuality that Jerry puts into his hips when he towers over Tina despite being shorter than Tina comes from Graves in some capacity - that their stern director is capable of making that steamy look. He makes aurors beeline for the bathrooms. He makes Queenie blush one day just by passing and no doubt sending her a stray thought because he knows she can hear him. He wears tight shirts and tight pants and absolutely nothing that leaves anything to the imagination. She didn’t know his butt was so pert. That his crotch could make a pair of pants bulge like that and – the aurors don’t like to write on Jerry’s page often. No one wants to admit how…effective his advances are.

There is one note that suddenly appears one day below Jerry. It says simply: “Where the hell is he getting all these apples?!”

Tina knows there’s more. There’s a page labeled Charles, but no one managed to glean much information about him yet. Another named ‘John’ and ‘Jim’. There’s ‘Danny’ - a young, professional man who most resembles what the older aurors consider to be Graves’ younger self when he first entered the department. He’s sharp as a whip, very fond of Graves’ usual fashion, and all too eager to rush into the field and catch their man. He’s familiar in a way that makes’ Tina’s heart hurt.

But none hurt as much as the man himself. Tina has only found him once, huddled in the corner of his office - blank eyes staring out over the hills of his knees, curled in tight on himself. 

He doesn’t answer when she calls to him. She sits beside him and waits, hoping he’ll say something. He just trembles instead. She decides to fill the silence with her voice and hopes it’ll bring him home. She talks about Jacob’s bakery and Newt’s new book. She tells him about the Occamy that lives in her dresser because somehow it got left behind, though it doesn’t seem to mind. Embarrassingly enough, it appears to love the soft silk of Tina’s panties. She talks about their missions and their progress. She tells him about the weather, in case he hasn’t been around to notice.

She only stops when a large, shaking hand finally reaches for hers in the space between them. When she looks over to him, he’s not staring at nothing anymore - he’s looking at her. He looks exhausted. Dark circles beneath his eyes, his gaze haunted. He looks weak. He looks lost.

He looks like home. He looks like Percival Graves.

Her eyes fill before she can stop herself.

“I miss you,” she whimpers.

He licks his lips and tries to smile. He almost manages it, too.

“I know,” he says. “I miss you, too.”

Morning Tea

In which Evfra bonds with an alien over breakfast beverages…sort of.

Evfra glared at the steaming mug of aromatic, herbal tea that sat upon is desk as if it had personally done him wrong. It had been the same strange routine every morning for the past month that had begun when he’d arrived in Resistance Headquarters early one morning to find said beverage awaiting him. Truthfully, he’d been confused at first. His steely, blue gaze had swept carefully over those present in the room as he tried to pick out the guilty party. One of the techs must have sensed his unspoken question as she’d pointed across the room, singling out the only non-angaran in their midst. The alien in question carried on with its duties, seemingly oblivious to the grievous injury they’d wrought upon his person with a simple gesture.

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Shattered Glass First Aid
  • “They call him First Aid because you’ll be lucky if you even get that much from him.” –Ambulon
  • Seriously, unless a mech has a complicated, uncommon, or otherwise unusual injury/illness, he’s not interested in fixing it. Show Pharma or Ambulon, it’s not worth his time. Technically still employed because most of the medics are dead.
  • He acts like he’s the most skilled and knowledgeable medic alive. He’s passable at the moment, but he’d be so much better if he actually spent time repairing mechs. He knows this; his insecurities are through the roof. He deals with it by studying a lot and trying to cow other medics with his obscure knowledge.
  • It is the Greatest Injustice that he is still a nurse and not actually a doctor. No, he cannot be bothered to put in the hours to make rank, he is far too clever for that, is everyone dull or something.
  • He is so jealous and petty; it’s awful. He picks on anyone he perceives as a threat by being passive aggressive and using backhanded compliments. Pharma gets the brunt of this, for being both talented and soft-Embered.
  • “Primus, Pharma, don’t waste medical supplies on Decepticons; he’s just going to go in the smelter anyway.” –an actual thing he has actually said, and on multiple occasions
  • He can’t stand Ambulon either because, on one hand, Ambulon is so quiet and focused and professional that he’s actually pleasant for First Aid to work with (and tends to do as First Aid says so that he doesn’t get in trouble), but on the other hand, he Used to Be a Decepticon and that is never okay. Also, Ambulon is obviously the better medic and it’s just so frustrating.
  • He’s also a massive control freak. No, he won’t perform that simple weld-job, but by Primus, the fellow who does had better do it the way he says to.
  • He hates Ratchet. Abhors him. First Aid finds the whole “mad-doctor” thing infuriating and detestable. Why would someone be in medicine if they aren’t going to learn anything or subvert people with their superiority? Also, it eats him up inside that Ratchet is one of Prime’s favourites, and First Aid isn’t.
  • He’s pretty good going hand-to-hand with small knives, and is even better with a standard rifle. Ever since Sideswipe changed factions, First Aid has been taking pot-shots at him – mostly out of spite, but also because he’s itching to know what actually happens to split-Embers when one half dies. Sorry, Sunny, it’s for science.
  • Does Not Remotely Have His Life Together but he might pretend that he does while around other people in order to make himself look better.
  • There is a weird sort of rivalry going on between him and Hook. Neither are quite sure when or why it started, but it’s there, and one day First Aid is going to bring down Devastator all by himself. Just you wait and see.
  • Don’t mention Defensor to him unless you want to die in a very creative manner.

secretlystephaniebrown  asked:

Fluff Week: Connie meets Wash for the first time

@secretlystephaniebrown thanks for the prompt!


[AO3] [Fic Tag]

Word Count: 1548

Summary: Connie isn’t quite sure what to expect when she gets assigned her new secondary field partner, Agent Washington, but it definitely wasn’t this.

When Connie got assigned her new secondary field partner, she wasn’t quite sure what to expect.

Agent Washington. Weapons expert; twenty-five years old; born on a colony with a primarily Korean population; did his basic training in the Leonis Minoris system; and one of the unlucky few to have seen active combat against the Covenant before ending up here. On record she only knew his codename and speciality, but she had always preferred knowing what exactly it was she was dealing with. So she’d taken a few liberties. As it turned out, the Project’s security wasn’t very well constructed; she figured she better warn them about that sooner or later.

Her initial impressions based on that information were that he would likely be someone rather like Agent Maine seemed, before you got to know them: quiet, professional, a ‘get the job done and don’t bother me after’ kind of guy. He’d seen the front lines of the war and was here for the reason everyone else told themselves they were here for− being part of the magic bullet program that was going to end the war.

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anonymous asked:

Hello! Can u write jerejean having broken up over some misunderstanding or fear(it hasn't been long maybe a few days?)very few people know of the relationship like Renee and jers family so they're both kinda miserable but trying to act like they're not and maybe there's an interview or something of one half and the other sees it and breaks and calls them and they fix it and get back together? During school or during break which ever fits better:)

This is…kind of what you asked for? I hope you like it! It’s super sappy but honestly with finals that’s what we need. 

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It had happened too easily.

One day Jean and Jeremy were friends, living together because they were on the same pro team and it helped alleviate the loneliness that came from being new to the professional sports scene. The next, they were kissing on their couch and were caught up in a whirlwind of emotions that left them both excited, but a bit overwhelmed.

Jeremy lay awake, observing Jean’s still form next to him. For once he looked peaceful in sleep, and Jeremy smiled as he burrowed into the warmth of the blanket cocoon they’d made. He felt safe and happy, happier than he’d been in a long time. Which was exactly why he was so afraid. He wanted to make Jean as happy as Jean made him, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he wasn’t good enough. Once he realized that Jeremy wasn’t what he wanted, that he wasn’t happy all the time, once he saw the flaws and the cracks that made up Jeremy, he’d realize Jeremy wasn’t what he needed. He wasn’t strong enough.

Frowning, Jeremy forced himself to turn away and drew his arms around himself, suddenly cold and lonely despite the figure in his bed.

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River Phoenix, NATURE BOY by Dan Yakir (Sky Magazine, 1989)

On location in Tacoma, Washington, where he’s filming I Love You To Death with William Hurt, Kevin Kline and, oddly, Tracey Ullman. River Phoenix, at 18, is the perfect, quiet professional. An Oscar nomination for Running On Empty, in which he, coincidentally, plays the son of 60’s radicals, hasn’t made him any more impressed by Hollywood. In fact, he lives on the opposite side of the continent in Florida.

The veteran of The Mosquito Coast, in which he played Harrison Ford’s alternately confused and supportive son, and of the coming of age stories, Stand By Me and Jimmy Reardon. Phoenix was born by natural childbirth in Oregon and named after the river of life in Herman Hesse’s Siddartha. His parents were then missionaries for an organization called The Children of God and befitting the hippie legacy that inspired his upbringing (and that of his brother Leaf, and sisters Rainbow, Liberty and Summer), he is a vegetarian, an incurable romantic and something of an idealist.

You grew up under rather unique circumstances. Do you feel different, enclosed in your own little universe?
[Chuckles] “That’s something I’m afraid of. I don’t want to separate myself from the rest of the world. If the world’s not doing too good, I’m a part of it - I’ll be happy to take the blame. I’m along for the ride. But yeah. I feel different in a lot of ways because my beliefs aren’t very typical. In fact a lot of people I talk to disagree with me.”

What do they disagree about?
“About the nuclear arms race, prejudice in South Africa. A lot of people I hang out with agree, but it’s obviously not of universal appeal; otherwise things would change. But I don’t think things can change overnight; a slow evolution has to take place. One of my beliefs is about harmlessness to animals. I don’t believe in eating meat or using any animal by-products or contributing to suppressing animals - or people either”. 

“One thing I’d like to do when I have the money is to buy thousands of acres of Brazilian rainforest and make a national park, so no one can bulldoze it an put up a McDonald’s. I guess people find security in a Big Mac, but that’s our oxygen! In fact, McDonald’s claim they don’t use cattle reared on cleared rainforest land. And it’s a chicken shit approach - the mass slaughtering of animals.”

You sound like an idealist, but we’re living in a materialistic world.
“Yeah, I try to stay away from that. I don’t feel that I am attached to material things, though I have all the comforts that a lot of people don’t have. I have the modern conveniences of a blender, a toilet, a shower. A lot of people have to do their thing in the gutter.”

But you have much more than that at this point!
“At this point, yes I have an automobile, a nice guitar - actually, a few of them, but they are not really extravagant. But, you know, up to three years ago, we, this family, were worried about paying the rent. It was after Jimmy Reardon that we first had financial stability. That’s when we bought a car that wasn’t old or used. One of our biggest dreams is to own a ranch, to have a base camp, where the kids can grow up in a nice setting. But right now we don’t really have enough money to buy the place we want.

I’m not into the whole clothes thing: I live pretty simply. I feel there are different stages in one’s life, and I might at one point decide to devote myself to a more spiritual road, giving up all material possessions … Just moving out to the jungle some place and living like an ape man for a while. That’s something that fascinates me.”

You’ve done that, haven’t you?
“Not really, not out of choice. And it was more like a desperate situation. My parents did that, though. They dropped out in the late 60’s and lived by faith throughout the 70’s.”

How difficult was that period for you? Did you feel resigned to being there with them or did you rebel?
“No, no, no, we were always really tight and together in the beginning, you’re just born into that reality and you accept it. I’m very thankful for my early childhood and growing up in the situation that I did in South America living around people who were really humble with a lifestyle that called for a lot of faith, without money. You couldn’t be an asshole in that situation. You had to work with the people to survive. I learned a lot being very young, and I hope I don’t lose that. Obviously I’ve lost a lot of my innocence. I was very naive when I first came to the States, and when I first came to Hollywood. But I guess I could look back years from now and see myself as very naive. It’s all relative.”

It’s a strange coincidence that in your new movie, Running On Empty, you play a kid who has a deep conflict of interest with his parents. In Little Nikita, too, there’s an almost unbridgeable gap between your character and his parents.
“Yeah, a victim. That’s something I want to get away from. But the two movies are really different. Running On Empty is about ex-radicals who blew up a napalm lab during the Vietnam War, and since then they’ve been running from the law, not for selfish reasons, but because of the kids - they wanted to raise us themselves, not to have us grow up in foster homes or in an institution. The thing is that we’ve had to live completely underground, moving often, using different names - always having to lie, in order to live a whole life, they have to lie for Danny, my character, and he has to lie to himself, suppressing his true feelings.”

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