I hate how anyone can judge or put you on a stereotype by the kind of music you listen like bitch I can go from Selena to motherfucking Shostakóvich to Doctor Who soundtracks real quick and you’re telling me that I’m “that kind of girl” shut up
Hi, I’m Esther, I’m 15 and I live in England. It’d be nice to talk to
someone with similar interest to me but I don’t really mind and it’d be
fun to learn about what kind of things others are interested in. I spend
quite a lot of my time online, either on social media or Netflix: I’ve
just finished watching Dear White People and and am currently
re-watching some of Doctor who, if that gives an insight into what kind
of stuff I watch . I like to think of myself as a reader, but I don’t
read as much as I’d like to, I can’t really find the motivation to read,
so if you have any good book recommendations, that’d be good. I'mtrying
to spend more time than my art or improving my roller skating skills,
and currently sort of obsessed with Doctor who, and generally obsessed
with the PJO series, Harry Potter and a few others things. I tend to
listen to indie/alternative music but I will listen to most genres.
This would be my first time having a pen-pal and I’m open up to most
forms of communication, Tumblr, email, snail-mail… I only speak
English fluently, but I’m learning French and mandarin so if you know
either or am learning them too that would be great.
Preferences: I don’t really mind as long as you’re a decent person ☺️
“On this day in 1986, Debi Thomas became the first African-American to win the World Figure Skating Championship. She was also the first African-American to hold U.S. National titles in ladies’ singles figure skating and the first black athlete to win any medal at the Winter Olympics. After her career in figure skating, Thomas finished school and became an orthopedic surgeon.”
I’m from the Devils Armpit… I mean the southwest…. there’s no
difference really. I’m into a lot of tv shows like Supernatural, Doctor
Who (loving season 10!!), Hannibal, and a couple of animes like Yuri!!!
On Ice and Your Lie in April. I listen to a lot of different music from
classical to rock. I’m in band and play clarinet. I do show jumping
(which is jumping horses over fences lol). I just started learning how
to figure skate which has been super fun. Umm yeah no I think that’s it
Please only ages 15-18, thanks! I’m only up for texting or emailing
Hi! Can you do Otayuri? "Even if it's a one in a million chance, I'll still take those odds..."
Yuri sat and held onto Otabek’s hand. He had been doing this for too long. Yuri hates how sick Otabek got and had stuck by his side the entire time. All the treatments, surgeries… Yuri was there. He had even taken off a season from skating.
“Beka… the doctors don’t even think this will work… why are you doing it?” Yuri knew Otabek would be sick all over again. Somehow, Otabek had this idea these experimental drugs were the answer.
“Even if it’s a one in a million chance, I’ll still take those odds…” Otabek whispered out.
“You’re fucking crazy, Beka, now scoot over,” Yuri said.
The doctors and nurses had given up sending Yuri home anymore after visiting hours. Yuri had even called a Pastor in and married Otabek when things had gotten really bad.
Curling next to Otabek, Yuri interlocked their fingers so their rings would touch. It was all he had these days. Otabek was not awake much, and when he was, he was too weak to talk. None of the treatments were working and Yuri was beyond upset. He would hold Otabek at night as he slept and just stare at him.
“I hope you are fucking right, Beka,” Yuri whispered, but Otabek was already asleep, “I just want you well and back.”
Yuri was not sure what the outcome would be, but he knew he would hold Otabek’s hand the entire time.
“What sort of food do you think they’ll serve at
the reception?” Lena asks, bouncing merrily on the balls of her feet.
matter—we don’t get to eat it,” Jack replies. He frowns as he tries to adjust
her chronal accelerator where it sits awkwardly off-center across her pristine
uniform. He sighs, gritting his teeth at her continued movement. “Sit still,
to herself, Lena obliges, going obediently still. Jack thanks her under his
breath as he goes about trying to fix her appearance.
watches the exchange with a smirk. “He’s such a dad,” the Commander mutters to Angela, who stands beside him. “Like
a tired, middle-aged, suburban dad.”
looks up to throw him an annoyed look, when his hand accidentally brushes
against some key switch on Lena’s chronal accelerator and she gasps before she
blips out of existence with a hardly a sound.
‘Hi again Dr Hemmings.’ you sighed as you walked into the small room. .
‘Y/N again, this must be what the third time this month?’ he asked with a chuckle. ‘Please, take a seat.’ he gestured over to the examination bench and you climbed up carefully.
‘This makes it the fourth actually.’ you laughed, although stopping abruptly when the action hurt your bruised ribs.
‘One of the drawbacks to being a skateboarder I assume.’ Luke commented with a smile.
‘That and not being able to wear any shoes other than vans without getting dirty looks.’ you joked, studying the doctors broad back as he washed his hands before walking over to you. You had to admit, you might not be so reckless in your skating if your doctor wasn’t quite so young and cute.
‘So what is it this time? I can’t see any injuries.’ Luke mused as his eyes raked over you.
‘It’s uh, under my ribcage this time actually. My shirt rode up as I fell and I managed to slice myself open on the edge of the ramp.’ you explained, hand drifting to the injury without thinking. ‘Should I just?’ you asked as you started to pull your t-shirt up.
‘No, no, take it off please.’ he instructed.
Slowly you lifted the shirt over your head, letting it drop to the floor. Luke stepped towards you, fingers cool as they examined the makeshift dressing you’d applied at the skate park ealier. He unwound the bandage slowly, wincing as he saw the raw wound.
‘That’s going to need stitches I’m afraid.’ he said, turning around to find the necessary equipment. You found yourself releasing a breath you didn’t know you’d been holding once his fingers left your skin, but he clearly took the sigh to be a sign of your nerves. ‘I’ll be gentle, don’t worry.’ he reassured you as he turned back around. ‘Could you lie down for me please?’ he asked, and you stretched across the cool leather of the bench. ‘Now, this antiseptic is going to sting a little bit so-’
‘Fucking hell!’ you yelled as the liquid touched the raw skin of your open wound. Instinctively your hand shot out to grab the nearest thing to you, which just so happened to be Luke’s wrist. ‘Bit of a fucking understatement there doc.’ you winced as you let go of his wrist slowly.
‘Would you rather I was more honest then?’ he asked with an amused quirk of his eyebrow. ‘Because the actual stitches are really not going to be fun.’
‘Just get it over with.’ you sighed, sucking in a sharp intake of breath as the needle first pierced your skin. ‘So why medicine?’ you blurted out, anything to distract yourself from the thought of a needle sewing you back together.
‘Money, security later in life, please the parents.’ Luke listed off. ‘Maybe a bit of a god complex too.’ he conceded with a slight smile. ‘Why skate boarding?’
‘Adrenaline junkie.’ you managed to say through gritted teeth.
‘You must be pretty good if you can afford to do it for a living.’ he noted as he continued to work.
‘Let’s just hope you’re as good a doctor as I’m a skater, I don’t want a scar.’ you warned and Luke puffed cool air on your skin as he held in a laugh.
‘You’re in safe hands, there should be no sign of it in a couple of weeks.’ he said, glancing up at you. Only now did you realise how close his face was to your breasts as he leant over you, and he seemed to become suddenly aware of this too as a slight blush coloured his cheeks and he looked away. ‘All done.’ he said quickly, and you saw that while you’d been distracted by his blue eyes he’d finished sewing up the wound.
‘Oh, thanks Dr Hemmings.’ you said, fingers lightly brushing across the stitches.
‘Any time, and with you I’m sure that time will be soon.’ he chuckled as you sat up.
‘I’m sure I’m the highlight of your week though.’ you teased, watching that blush return to his cheeks again.
‘A Doctor shouldn’t have favourite patients.’ he said simply, although you could tell he was trying not to smile at you. ‘Your shirt by the way.’ he said, bending down to hand it to you. You took it with a smile and started to slip it on but as soon as your arms lifted above your head you winced, the stitches tugging at the movement painfully. ‘Here, let me.’ Luke said as he took a step forward, carefully helping you to put the t-shirt on, hands lingering on your waist once done.
‘Well that’s definitely the first time a guy’s put clothes on me rather than the other way round.’ you chuckled.
‘Well if you’d consider switching doctors surgery, maybe next time I see you with your shirt off it won’t be to give you stitches?’ Luke smirked, standing between your legs as you sat on the high bench. Your legs hooked around his waist, pulling him in even closer to you.
‘And maybe next time you ask me to take a seat, it’ll be on your face?’ you asked innocently, a chuckle leaving Luke’s mouth.
‘I think your time is up Miss Y/L/N.’ Luke said, unwinding your legs from around his waist and walking back over to his desk. ‘Although I’d be happy to arrange a private consultation.’ he added, handing you a piece of paper with his number written on it.
‘I’ll be sure to make an appointment.’ you smirked, casting one last look over your shoulder as you walked out the door.
I hurt my knee yesterday while I was roller skating. Doctor said a ligament might be torn, because my right leg can’t support my weight without bending. He gave me this thing called orthosis to wear on my leg, some painkillers which luckily I don’t have a need for, and a crutch, and he told me to do RTG screening to see how much damage has been done. I can walk with the help of the crutch, but my parents are not letting me go to my bedroom, because it’s upstairs and the stairs are very steep, so I can neither sleep in my bed, nor use my computer. There’ s nothing on tv. I’m so bored.