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gallusrostromegalus · 3 months

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hi i see that you have much smart dog experience. i may have accidentally purchased such a dog. she's only 10 weeks, and ive had her 1, and she's already outmatched every puzzle feeder i got or have made. to the point that she is morosely disappointed when her food comes in an actual food bowl. do you know where i can find like. "heres 100 enrichment toys you can make out of free trash so your dog stops eating fucking rocks for enrichment" lists. i only have so many paper towel tubes XD

Herschel now just disassembles puzzle feeders, so I've been focusing on "Toys that, even if he already knows how to operate them, will still take TIME for him to collect the treat from" to give him something to fuss with.

Herschel eats all his meals out of a Kong Wobbler, because he will otherwise eat so fast he will literally inhale and choke on his kibble and I do not need him developing pneumonia from aspiration. Even though it's a "Simple" toy it slows him down and he does have to think a bit to tip it in the most efficient manner possible. Kong's "Flipz", "Gyro" and "Rewards Wally" are also really good "dog needs to think/carefully manipulate the toy for food" toys that act as both mental stimulation and exercise and "give human a break for up to twelve minutes" toys.

I highly reccomend KONG as a brand- they're local to Denver and have an impeccable saftey record and all of the toys I have gotten from them have held up extremely well vs. the ravages of three entirely too smart and strong-jawed dogs at once.

Some more thoughts:

If she's not prone to shredding rubber, the kind of treat toys she has to chew are also good stimulation.

If you don't want to give her That Many treats, my vet said that dogs can have as many green beans as they want. Just make sure that the beans haven't had salt added to them- canned usually does, but frozen green beans usually don't, but always check the label.

You can make nearly any toy last longer, or make a cheap long-puzzle by freezing the treats so they take longer to eat AND provides hydration. Herschel's most favorite treat of all time is literally a wad of sliced green beans in a dixie cup, filled with water and frozen. Just peel off the cup and hand him the chunk of ice and he's good for up to half an hour and more chill afterwards.

You can also freeze lick mats

If your girl is like Charlie and doesn't like greenbeans, you can also try freezing paper cups of: Canned pumpkin, apple slices in water, putting some ice cubes in the bottom of the cup, a gob of peanut butter in the middle and then fill it with water to make a peanutbutter filled ice cube.

If your girl is REALLY like charlie who has figured out how to use labor negotiation and strike tactics for better treats: boiled chicken chunks frozen in some of the water you boiled them in.

Walkies are as much mental stimulation as they are physical exercise. Take her out and let her sniff to her heart's content.

Also Puppies in particular need like, SO MUCH exercise.

Let her participate in activities with you. Herschel and charlie sit in the kitchen and I narrate cooking dinner to them, which seems to interest them, even if I don't have spare veggie ends to give them. I also frequently bring them along in the car if I'm running errands when it's cold enough to do that, so they have something new to look at, and get to participate. I also am more likely to stop at a new park and give myself some exercise and mental stimulation.

Training her to do tasks is GREAT Smart Dog enrichment- esp if she's a herding or heeler, they LOVE being helpful. I taught the dogs they get a small treat if they come in from the yard without me having to go chase them down, which saved me a lot of hassle, and now I'm working on teaching herschel to pick things up off the floor for me if I drop them and alert for chickpeas, which my housemate is allergic to.

A lot of dogs like cat-type toys. Tie a stick or some fleece to some paracord and drag or flycast it around for her to chase/play tug with when she catches it. Toys that bounce unexpectedly were also a huge hit. or just wave the string around the cat and the corgi both like that.

If you live in farm country or know other people with pets, you can grab something with the scent of another animal on it and bring it home for her to smell. Charlie and Herschel spent the better part of three days investigating the wad of horse undercoat I brought home and put in the spare wobbler for them to smell.

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millerflintstone · 5 months

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She has added bronchitis to her bingo malady card 😞

She had been a little congested. She got antibiotics for it in the form of a shot on 12/27 but it didn't clear up, probably due to the other stressors (enema, hospital stay, a rare condition, etc). This morning she sounded just awful. I worried I got food into her lungs. I didn't.

Her vet's office closes on Wednesdays so we went back to the local place. They took an x-ray to see if she had aspiration pneumonia, regular pneumonia or something else. I learned that aspiration pneumonia shows up in a different part of the lungs than regular pneumonia. She has bronchitis. No fever. She's actually below regular temperature so it's good she has all of her heated areas.

She's not sneezing, coughing, or leaking out of her nose. She just sounds different levels of snotty. Horky girl.

I've been heating up water with catnip in a small paper cup and sticking her muzzle in the cup for as long as she'll tolerate the steam. We're currently in the bathroom with a hot shower running. I've also been wiping at her sinus areas with a not too hot towel to help loosen crap up.

I'm just glad I'm not working this week. Next week is going to be interesting.

#poor kitty #it's just one thing after the other #Gigabyte #at this rate she'll need her own go fund me or something

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riverstardis · 1 year

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fatal error part two:

tried to take a bite of my toast right as lofty threw up🥴

it’s difficult because we as the audience know exactly what happened and can go back and check if we want but it’s totally understandable that lofty and dylan don’t remember exactly what happened in the moment

ethan looking up huntington’s :( cal also did that and like even though they both clearly already knew what it is and what the symptoms are i guess it’s completely different looking at it as a doctor vs possibly being the patient

cal’s not shown up for work because he’s with emilie. you gotta feel bad for ethan because every time cal skives off, the consultants act like he’s personally responsible for him😭

iain and lily are covering a pride event and he’s on the phone to dixie

i was gonna say i swear this is set in february which seems like a random time for a pride event but then i remembered february’s lgbt history month so nvm makes sense

diane’s mum going “standard procedure? you mean when somebody goes to work and ends up dying?” at this hospital? you’d be surprised😬

“let me spell it out for you: used to be a chick, now she wants a d—“ HELP😭😭

emilie’s here and ethan’s treating her

i’m confused as to how much everyone else knows because when she and cal come in louise calls ethan over but then zoe’s like no ethan i should take this before she gets pulled away elsewhere so zoe obviously knows who emilie is but louise doesn’t? but in the following few eps all the staff seem to know she’s their mum?

emilie has aspiration pneumonia :( that’s the most common cause of death for people with huntington’s

she keeps trying to talk to ethan but he just ignores her and explains the medical stuff only

“when you’d made up your mind about something, you used to hold your breath until you got your way. once, he did it for so long he passed out. scared the life out of me” aww i can imagine that as well sjdkd

he shouts at her to stop it😥 and then of course charlie gets mad at him🙄 charlie worstie don’t act so surprised you could’ve very easily predicted he would have this reaction to her you shouldn’t even be letting him treat her

this poor guy’s childhood best friend getting mad every time dylan and the others treating him call him robert instead of his deadname and they just ignore her and carry on sjsjdjfkf shut the fuck up girlie

louise went to get cal’s post and the gene test results letters there😬 also in the pile is a magazine called “hotties on holiday” which cal denies is his SKDKFKKF

ethan comes in and asks louise to leave so he can speak to cal alone and she’s like “okay but look after him because he cried like a baby when zoe relocated his arm. kind of turned me on. is that wrong?” and ethan’s like “… yes” HELP

ethan going “you have no idea what it’s been like for me these past few weeks” to cal is kinda funny because obviously cal does know because he went through exactly the same thing when he found out BUT cal isn’t acting like he knows is he? yeah he went through exactly what ethan’s now going through but now that he’s through it he’s acting like ethan doing exactly the same thing is unreasonable. god they both need so much therapy.

“ethan, you should’ve called me, we could’ve helped each other” you could’ve told him earlier and then you could’ve helped each other

cal’s managed to engineer his way into a situation where he’s the sensible one for once😭

why is this girl just reeling off transphobic one liners like this😭

“this is all because of mum isn’t it? you were never there and now you’re trying to make up for that” yeahh cal tries to deny it but his reaction says otherwise

charlie fairhead shut the fuck up for once challenge

“ethan, emilie’s your mum. the longer you go on denying that the harder you’re going to find this” he isn’t denying she’s his biological mum though is he?? he just still considers his adoptive mum his mum

like his mum is dead and charlie’s basically telling him to just replace her???

“y’know, our biological mother is dying and it’s cal i’m more worried about. can you believe that?”

i think charlie’s pep talks work a lot better with cal than they do ethan tbh. with cal he hits the nail on the head and usually manages to help him but he doesn’t seem to do a very good job figuring out what ethan’s really thinking and where he’s coming from

ethan tells cal he thought about what he said about emilie not wanting to die in hospital and he’ll ring round some hospices and he’ll tell connie that they’ll both need some time off and cal thanks him and ethan’s like “that what brothers are for” see it only took him 2 weeks to undisown him sskdkd

“pride. it’s like gay christmas” so true

lofty ends up in a lift with diane’s mum and she starts talking about her not knowing that he was with her :(

dylan and lofty🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

aww lily’s wearing a pride pin on her scrubs

this is the point where lily starts to associate with iain

aw charlie and connie are watching cal and ethan with emilie from outside resus and charlie’s like “those lads have come out of this really well, i hope your proud of them” and connie says “i am. but if you tell anyone, i’ll deny all knowledge of it” sjdkkkf

see what confuses me about that though is that connie clearly knows what’s going on so you’d think the thought that they could have inherited huntington’s would have at least crossed her mind but when ethan tells her in s32 it doesn’t seem that way? then again iirc it does cut from him initially telling her to them talking about how cal got him tested without him knowing so i suppose maybe she was shocked initially but then what wasn’t shown was her being like oh yes i remember that your birth mum had it

#classic casualty #fatal error part two #charlie somehow manages to be 10x more annoying that usual in this storyline

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roberttchase · 3 years

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Manner minded or double trouble? Both SO matty? Maybe Christie looking after him?

double trouble: [character] is sick and injured.

I will be writing the manner minded one separately :) I hope you enjoy this (somewhat more detailed than I'd originally planned) ficlet.

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If you were to ask Matt Casey if he thought he was lucky, for the most part he would answer with 'no'. Yes, he's lucky enough to have Sylvie Brett as a girlfriend, lucky to have gone to the fire academy, lucky to have been promoted to a lieutenant and then captain. But he also had an emotionally abusive father as a teenager, a murderer for a mother, his girlfriend of eight years was killed, his wife left him. For every good thing, it feels like there are three bad things in his life.

So he can't even really say it's a surprise when, while on scene helping squad rescue two victims in a car that's balancing precariously close to the frozen Chicago River, Matt loses his balance, slips from the hood of the car, and falls almost twelve feet onto the ice that then suddenly cracks underneath him, submerging him in below forty degree water. Nothing in his life is ever easy. Intense pain radiates from his chest, his body feels like it's on fire, and then nothing.

From there, the scene is absolute chaos. Sylvie and Violet are both off shift, spending the entire week in Joliet helping teach at a conference. The two paramedics that are on scene are instantly calling for backup, while both Severide and Tony frantically suit up in scuba gear for precaution. Boden's yelling orders, but the three other members of truck are all frozen, staring at the large hole in the ice, from which their Captain is currently very much not getting out of.

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"Christie, you really don't have to do this, Severi-"

"I know what Severide said, but I'd feel more comfortable if you stayed with me." Christie Casey frowns, looking at her younger brother. He's at least four shades paler than he should be, cheeks flushed and eyes dull. Stubble consumes the lower half of his face, and the firefighter looks exhausted. She can't say that she blames him, not with the hell that he's gone through the past thirty six hours.

She'd gotten the call from Stella Kidd yesterday, a kind but shaky voice telling her that Casey, Matt, had fallen into an icy river, and was at Gaffney Chicago Medical Center being treated for two broken ribs and mild hypothermia. Arriving half an hour later, she'd been taken into Matt's room, where they had him on enough pain medication he was basically incoherent. One of the doctors had explained to her that the next few hours were important for any person who'd almost drowned- inhalation of the river water had occurred, and aspiration pneumonia was a large possibility. For a naive moment, Christie was certain that Matt would be fine.

Matt's never that lucky.

It's how she finds herself now, half glaring at her brother, who's been given instructions to stay with someone for the next forty eight hours, while his body wars with itself. The red haired doctor had explained that unless the mans fever reaches over 102, or his breathing deteriorates, he's allowed to stay out of the hospital. Severide's offered to let him stay at the loft, to take next shift off and watch over his best friend, but she tells her brothers best friend no. She needs to be able to watch over her little brother, if his paramedic girlfriend can't.

She's already talked to Sylvie, had called her only an hour after getting the call herself. They'd come to the conclusion that as long as someone was there to watch Matt, she needed to finish up the week for the CFD and CEMS.

"You ready to leave? I'm bringing you back to my place. Violet's got the guest room all ready for you."

Matt blinks and then nods, shoulders curved in slightly, one arm wrapped around his side. He looks a little woozy, though that could be from the pain pills being pumped through his body. That, or the fever he's sporting. April wheels him to the front of the hospital while Christie grabs her car and pulls it up to the curb.

Half an hour later, Matt's being helped into the guest room, where, sure enough, the bed has fresh sheets and a few extra pillows have been added for the man who isn't supposed to lay flat on his back. She gets him under the covers, thankful he's cooperating, and by the time she's back with the meds in a little plastic cup, as well as a glass of water, Matt's asleep.

"Matt, hey, you have to wake up and take your medicine, then you can go back to sleep, okay?" She shakes him as gently as possible, not wanting to hurt his ribs any more than they already are. She must knock something loose though, because not a second later he starts coughing, low and harsh, and his eyes flutter open. Gasping for air, they wait for his chest to stop spasming. His arm is cradling his side and she feels terrible, wishing she could help.

"I just need you to take this medicine, then you can sleep again," she promises, holding the cup out for him. When he nods, the woman lets the small pills tumble onto his open palm, and soon he's swallowing them tiredly.

"C-Can you stay?" The words are quiet and hang in the air as she turns to leave. Pausing, Christie turns back and is struck by just how young Matt looks, laying there with fever flushed cheeks and sallow skin.

Moving slowly, the woman gets into the other side of the bed, carefully shifting to get comfortable.

"Just like old times huh?"

She knows he's referring to their childhood. Christie can't help but smirk a little at the memories.

"Are you talking about when you would come crying to me because you were afraid of the dark?" Her tone is teasing, and instinctively she lets her fingers find his hair, running them through it just like she did when they were young teens and their father had been yelling at them.

A laugh bubbles out of Matt's throat, but it quickly changes to coughing, and it takes a moment for Matt to calm down, sipping water before replying.

"I was actually talking about when I was eight and caught whatever that punk across the street had after he coughed on me. I remember I was out of school for a week, and you stayed with me as much as you could."

She remembers it well.

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Matt never gets sick, not when he was a baby, and not now. She's always been the one to come down with colds or strep throat, and Matt always manages to avoid germs. He had been sick once when he was a toddler, once, but other than that, she can't remember him ever even getting a runny nose. And then Michael Jeffries goes and coughs all over him on the bus when she's in fifth grade and he's in third, and Matt's record of not getting sick goes down the drain.

It had been on a Monday. That following Thursday afternoon, Christie's waiting for Matt to get on the bus when their bus driver tells her that her brother has apparently gone home early. The whole ride home, the eleven year old is upset, not for her brother, but at the fact she wasn't taken out early either. Why did Matt get to go home and play when she didn't? By the time she's walking into their small home, the blonde is stomping her feet and slamming the door behind her, ready to ask why her stupid brother gets such special treatment.

Instantly though, she realizes something is wrong. Mommy isn't downstairs like she normally is, but instead of being worried, the girl let sher anger build. Running up the stairs, her ponytail swaying behind her, Christie's ready to yell and throw a tantrum, but she freezes when she sees her mom sitting on Matt's small twin bed. She's holding their big blue bowl that she always gets out when Christie's stomach is sick, and Matt is throwing up, coughing and spluttering after, while she rubs his back. Cautiously, Christie walks into the doorway.

"Mommy...what wrong with Matt?"

Nancy and Matt look up, the older woman rubbing her sons back.

"Matt's just not feeling well honey, he'll be alright."

Christie frowns and looks at her brother, whose cheeks are a startling bright pink, his skin pale.

"He looks really sick..." Suddenly she's not mad at all anymore, instead she's worried, no, scared. Matt doesn't get sick. That's his superpower, just like hers is liking vegetables.

Before any more words are spoken, Matt coughs and lets out a strangled little whine. "M-Mommy..."

Christie turns her face away as Matt gets sick this time, not wanting to watch anyone throw up. Instead, she goes and busies herself with finding paper and her crayons. Sitting down on her bedroom floor, the eleven year old goes to town with making her brother a get well soon card, the only thing she knows she can do in this moment.

That night, while she and mommy eat downstairs, Christie can hear Matt crying with Daddy. The second she finishes her food and washes her plate off, the blonde runs upstairs, wanting to make sure the younger boy is okay. She stops in front of his room, but no one's there, the twin sized bed with dark green sheets is empty, even his beloved stuffed bear is gone. Walking further down the hall, she sees the two she's been looking for in her parents king sized bed.

Matt's laying against Daddy, Bear clutched in his hand, his ear against the boys lip. Daddy smiles at her and puts a finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet. Nodding, Christie tiptoes in and peers at them both, before climbing in putting a delicate hand on Matt's shoulder, hoping he'll be ok.

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Brought back to the present, Christie feels Matt's forehead and sighs. "just try and sleep okay? I'll be here if you need me, okay? I won't let anything bad happen to you Matt."

It's as if it's all he's been waiting to hear. It takes him all of two minutes to fall back asleep, head resting against his sisters shoulder. She supposes that this can be the start of all the years she'd missed taking care of him after she'd left for college. He deserves it.

#prompt #my fic #matt casey #casey siblings #chicago fire #lmm-snez-things #this got slightly carried away oops #bb!matt

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life-with-my-three · 3 years

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I’ve been a bit MIA recently. Things have just been going along as normal.

Last week was 3 years since we lost our first baby girl. I thought I was doing okay, and then the absolute tiniest little thing (completely unrelated) happened on her birthday, and I turned into this hysterical, crying mess. I’m typically not a crier. I don’t recommend this breakdown happening in the middle of a hospital where everyone is then concerned about your safety. I was all good and safe, it was just that tiny little moment tipped my my delicately balanced stress pile over.

We’ve had pretty much back to back 2 year (corrected) follow up for Hattie this past week. Managed to speak to respiratory about the implications of opening up post lockdown for Hatt, once vaccination targets have been reached. She’s still too young to be vaccinated for covid. Pretty much there is nothing we can do, we will just need to treat it like any virus and if anyone shows slight symptoms let them nowhere near her. Then hope even with her chronic lung disease/asthma/airway defects that if she is exposed she follows the trend of children getting mild symptoms.

We had general paediatric follow up this morning. All was fairly standard developmental checks, which she is meeting. We were talking about her tube feeds, and the local paediatrician said we should start start thinking about dropping back feed durations (she’s connected 2pm through to 7am) to essentially starve her in the hope that it makes her hungry and want to eat.

I’m not entirely sure I’m comfortable with that. I mean she has nothing through her tube between 7am and 2pm and the most we get into her is have a yoghurt pouch. Of course he also reminded us that we need to be careful what we feed her orally as she’s at risk for aspiration pneumonia. She’s also having maybe 20mls of (thickened) fluid absolute maximum a day, and her sippy cup is always within reach throughout the day.

I’ve taken up crocheting again to help with anxiety. So a lot of spare time is spent doing that.

Riley went back to school yesterday. Which is both a massive relief, and anxiety inducer.

I really don’t know what else to rant about. Life is just stuck in this cycle right now. I have been reading through everyone’s posts, and I do hope you’re all doing okay.

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rye-views · 4 years

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Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. 8.3/10

I love the way they end letters very specifically towards who they are.

This feels like a female version of Mark Twain stories. Maybe it’s because it’s coming of age.

I didn’t see myself identifying with any of the siblings, though there are little things in each lady. I do dearly hoped to aspire to be like Beth, as they all did.

It’s amazing to write so distinctly about very different kinds of people. It reflects so well and is so thoroughly a person, written by one person.

Memorable Quotes: “I like good strong words that mean something.” “I guess I”ll go now, before I get frightened thinking about it.” “ ’That boy is a perfect Cyclops, isn’t he? said Amy, one day, as Laurie clattered by on horseback, with a flourish of his whip as he passed. ‘How dare you say so, when he’s got both his eyes? and very handsome ones they are too,’ cried Jo, who resented any slighting remarks about her friend. ‘I didn’t say anything about his eyes, and I don’t see why you need fire up when I admire his riding.’ ‘Oh, my goodness! that little goose means a centaur. ” “We each are young, we each have a heart, Oh, why should we thus stand coldly apart.’” “’I think anxiety is very interesting,’ observed Amy, eating sugar, pensively.” “I almost wish i hadn’t any conscience, it’s so inconvenient.” “I ought to have read more, for I find I don’t know anything, and it mortifies me.” “I came here to moralize, not to hear about things that make me skip to think of.” “Amy looked so earnest and sincere about it, that her mother stopped laughing, and listened respectfully to the little plan.” “Amy, who was very dignified in public and very fond in private, gave convincing proofs of the truth of her words.” “How delightful it is to be able to help others”

Spoiler: [About four sisters in the March family. Meg is the oldest, then Jo, Beth, and Amy. Their father is away from home for the war and the women spend Christmas together. Mom helps the daughters learn to be humble and selfless as they bring parts of their meals to nearby families living in worse conditions. Meg is a teacher while Jo helps her wealthy aunt. Meg longs for a rich lifestyle. Jo is the most tomboyish out of the family and loves to write. Amy works on her art. Beth is kind and shy. They later learn of their neighbor’s grandson, Theodore Laurence, who Jo befriends and refers to as Laurie. He spends all his free time hanging out with the Marches. Jo often has troubles with her quick anger and her mother helps her learn to manage it as she does also. Father has pneumonia so mother goes to tend to him with Laurie’s tutor, John Brooke, who seems to show interest in Meg. Jo works on her writings and having it either privately or not privately published in the newspaper for money. Laurie’s grandfather becomes delighted by Beth, who is still scared of people. He allows her to take advantage of his piano since she does not have one. He eventually gives her her own piano. Beth tends to a sick family one day and comes home sick with scarlet fever. She eventually seems on the brink of death as mom is finally back to tend to her child. Beth heals, but is never her usual, healthy self. During the sickness, Amy was sent to live with Aunt March, where she learns to care for others more. Meg and Jo go to parties, where Meg wants better accessories and clothing to match the other, more well-off girls. Jo likes playing with the boys and dislikes being told to act more ladylike. Brooke confesses to Meg, but accepts that they must wait until she is more of age. He goes to war in the meantime. He comes home wounded and works to get a house for them. Jo feels jealous to have a sister removed from the household. Laurie is off to college in the meantime. Father returns home eventually. Meg and John marry and move into their own home as they learn to be a family. They have twins–John and Margaret, referred to as Demi and Daisy, and as Meg gives her entire attention to them and shutting out John, he retreats to the neighbors during his free time. Mom eventually advises Meg to have both of them have a share with the babies and it will cause less stress. It alleviates their tension. Amy goes abroad to Europe with Aunt March and befriends one of Laurie’s college friends, Fred. He shows interest in her and she believes she will marry him since he’s rich rather than her loving him. Beth is constantly weak and sad and as Mom wants to know why she’s sad, Jo investigates and believes she’s in love with Laurie. In case Laurie likes Jo, Jo goes off to become a governess for a family in NYC. The family has a boarding house and Professor Bhaer is also there teaching while taking care of his orphaned nephews. Jo learns German from him and loves his character of being humble and easily likable. Jo writes sensationalist pieces to the public for some money and Bhaer frowns upon it for having no morals. Jo eventually goes back home and finds Laurie wanting to marry her. She rejects him and says she can’t love anyone. Laurie is heartbroken and goes to Europe with his grandfather. He hangs out with Amy there. They both have learned of each other’s growth at this time. She confronts him about his lazy attitude and learns of his rejection from Jo. They eventually fall in love with each other. They get married and then come back home. Jo spends all her time taking care of ail, Beth. She eventually dies and Jo feels empty. Professor Bhaer visits the Marches and Jo constantly seeks him out and talks much with him. He eventually proposes to her and she accepts after having been in love with him. Aunt March had passed away and her home given to Jo, who turns it in to a school for boys. They also have two sons and their entire family has a celebration for Mom’s birthday.]

#little women #louisa may alcott #8.3 #book #review #commentary #rye-views

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silent-era-of-cinema · 3 years

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Barbara La Marr (born Reatha Dale Watson; July 28, 1896 – January 30, 1926) was an American film actress and screenwriter who appeared in twenty-seven films during her career between 1920 and 1926. La Marr was also noted by the media for her beauty, dubbed as the "Girl Who Is Too Beautiful," as well as her tumultuous personal life.

Born in Yakima, Washington, La Marr spent her early life in the Pacific Northwest before relocating with her family to California when she was a teenager. After performing in vaudeville and working as a dancer in New York City, she moved to Los Angeles with her second husband and became a screenwriter for Fox Film Corporation, writing several successful films for the company. La Marr was finally "discovered" by Douglas Fairbanks, who gave her a prominent role in The Nut (1921), then cast her as Milady de Winter in his production of The Three Musketeers (1921). After two further career-boosting films with director Rex Ingram (The Prisoner of Zenda and Trifling Women, both with Ramon Novarro), La Marr signed with Arthur H. Sawyer to make several films for various studios, including The Hero (1923), Souls for Sale (1923), and The Shooting of Dan McGrew (1924), the first and last of which she co-wrote.

During her career, La Marr became known as the pre-eminent vamp of the 1920s; she partied and drank heavily, once remarking to the press that she only slept two hours a night. In 1924, La Marr's health began to falter after a series of crash diets for comeback roles further affected her lifestyle, leading to her death from pulmonary tuberculosis and nephritis at age 29. She was posthumously honored on the Hollywood Walk of Fame for her contributions to the film industry.

Barbara La Marr was born in 1896 as Reatha Dale Watson to William and Rosana "Rose" Watson in Yakima, Washington (La Marr later claimed she was born in Richmond, Virginia). Her father was an editor for a newspaper and her mother, a native of Corvallis, Oregon, already had one son, Henry, and a daughter, Violet, from a previous marriage. La Marr's parents had wed some time during 1884, and had a son, William Watson, Jr., born in June 1886, ten years before she was born. Through her mother, La Marr was of German and English descent.

In the 1920s, the elder Watson became a vaudeville comedian under the stage name of Billy Devore. The Watsons lived in various locations in Washington and Oregon during La Marr's formative years. By 1900, she was living with her parents in Portland, Oregon, with her brother William, her half-sister Violet Ross, and Violet's husband Arvel Ross. As a child, La Marr also performed as a dancer in vaudeville, and made her acting debut as Little Eva in a Tacoma stage production of Uncle Tom's Cabin in 1904.

By 1910, La Marr was living in Fresno, California, with her parents. Some time after 1911, the family moved to Los Angeles, and La Marr worked at a department store. La Marr also appeared in burlesque shows. In January 1913, her half-sister, now going by the name of Violet Ake, took her 16-year-old sister on a three-day automobile excursion with a man named C.C. Boxley. They drove up to Santa Barbara, but after a few days, La Marr felt that they were not going to let her return home. Ake and Boxley finally let La Marr return to Los Angeles after they realized that warrants were issued for their arrests, accusing them of kidnapping. This episode was published in several newspapers, and La Marr even testified against her sister, but the case eventually was dropped. La Marr's name appeared frequently in newspaper headlines during the next few years. In November 1914, she came back to California from Arizona and announced that she was the newly widowed wife of a rancher named Jack Lytell and that they were supposedly married in Mexico. She also stated that she loathed the name Reatha and preferred to be called by the childhood nickname "Beth."

After marrying and moving in with her third husband, vaudevillian Ben Deely, La Marr, who at one time had aspirations of being a poet, found employment writing screenplays at Fox Film Corporation using the name Folly Lyell. She wrote numerous scenarios for studio shorts at Fox and United Artists, many of which she based on her life, earning over US$10,000 during her tenure at the studios. She was credited as writer Barbara La Marr Deely on the films The Mother of His Children, The Rose of Nome, Flame of Youth, The Little Grey Mouse, and The Land of Jazz (all released in 1920).

La Marr continued to write short screenplays for the studio and supported herself by dancing in various cities across the country, including New York City, Chicago, New Orleans, and at the 1915 World's Fair in San Francisco. La Marr's dance partners included Rudolph Valentino and Clifton Webb, and her dance routines attracted the attention of publisher William Randolph Hearst, who featured her and a dance partner in a series of articles published in the San Francisco Examiner around 1914.

While working in the writers' building at United Artists, La Marr was approached by Mary Pickford, who reportedly embraced her and said, "My dear, you are too beautiful to be behind a camera. Your vibrant magnetism should be shared by film audiences." La Marr's association with filmmakers led to her returning to Los Angeles and making her film debut in 1920 in Harriet and the Piper. Though a supporting part, the film garnered her attention from audiences. La Marr made the successful transition from writer to actress with her supporting role in The Nut (1921), playing a femme fatale. Later the same year, she was hired by Douglas Fairbanks to play the substantial part of Milady de Winter in The Three Musketeers.

Over the next several years, La Marr acted frequently in films, and became known to the public as "The Girl Who Is Too Beautiful", after Adela Rogers St. Johns, a Hearst newspaper feature writer, saw a judge sending her home during a police beat in Los Angeles because she was "too beautiful and young to be on her own in the big city." This publicity did much to promote her career. Among La Marr's films are The Prisoner of Zenda and Trifling Women, both 1922 releases directed by Rex Ingram. Although her film career flourished, she embraced the fast-paced Hollywood nightlife, remarking in an interview that she slept no more than two hours a night.

In 1923, La Marr appeared in the comedy The Brass Bottle, portraying the role of the Queen, and Poor Men's Wives. She had a supporting part in the Fred Niblo-directed comedy Strangers of the Night, and was noted in a New York Times review for her "capable" performance. She starred in the lead role, with Bert Lytell and Lionel Barrymore, in The Eternal City (1923), which featured a cameo appearance by Italian dictator Benito Mussolini.

In 1924, during the filming of Thy Name Is Woman, production supervisor Irving Thalberg made regular visits to the set to ensure that La Marr's alcoholism was not interfering with the shoot. The same year, La Marr's first starring, above-the-title role came in the drama Sandra, from First National Pictures, which she filmed in New York City in August 1924. La Marr had served as a co-writer on the film, which focused on a woman suffering from a split-personality disorder Upon release, the film received dismally negative reviews.

La Marr's final screenplay, titled My Husband's Wives, was produced by Fox in 1924, arriving in theaters shortly after the release of Sandra, and before the production of what proved to be her final three films: The Heart of a Siren (a mixed reception), The White Monkey (a critical failure), and The Girl from Montmartre (a critical success, albeit posthumously released). While shooting The Girl from Montmartre in early October 1925, La Marr collapsed on set and went into a coma as the studio wrapped production without her with use of a double in long shots.

Although the tally is usually given as five, La Marr officially was married only four times. No documentation exists to prove the existence of her alleged first husband, Jack Lytelle, whom she claimed to have met while visiting friends in Yuma, Arizona in 1914. According to La Marr, Lytelle became enamored with her as he saw her one day riding in an automobile while he was on horseback. The couple allegedly married the day after they met, but Lytelle, it was claimed, died of pneumonia only three weeks into the marriage, leaving only a surname for Mrs. Lytelle to inherit.

La Marr's first official documented marriage on June 2, 1914, was to a Max Lawrence, who later turned out to be a former soldier of fortune named Lawrence Converse. He already was married with children when he married La Marr under a false name, and was arrested for bigamy the following day. Converse died of a blood clot in his brain three days later on June 5.

On October 13, 1916, La Marr married Philip Ainsworth, a noted dancer. Although the son of well-off parents, Ainsworth eventually was incarcerated at San Quentin State Prison for passing bad checks, and the couple divorced in 1917. She married for a fourth time to Ben Deely, also a dancer, in 1918. Deely, who was over twice her age, was an alcoholic and a gambling addict, which led to the couple's separation in April 1921. Before the divorce from Deely was finalized, La Marr married actor Jack Dougherty in May 1923. Despite separating a year later, they remained legally married until her death.

Some years after La Marr's death, she was revealed to have given birth to a son, Marvin Carville La Marr, on July 29, 1922. The name of the boy's father has never been released. During her final illness, La Marr entrusted the care of her son to her close friend, actress ZaSu Pitts, and Pitts' husband, film executive Tom Gallery. After La Marr's death, the child was legally adopted by Pitts and Gallery, and was renamed Don Gallery. Don Gallery died in 2014.

La Marr partied long hours and got very little sleep during the latter part of her career, often pairing this behavior with drinking during especially low points; she once told an interviewer: "I cheat nature. I never sleep more than two hours a day. I have better things to do."[8] In addition to her drinking and lack of sleep, during the last two years of her life La Marr went on several extreme crash diets to lose weight.[8] La Marr was rumored to have at one time ingested a tapeworm head in a pill to help her lose weight.

By late 1925, La Marr's health had deteriorated significantly due to pulmonary tuberculosis. While filming her final feature, The Girl from Montmartre, La Marr collapsed on the set and lapsed into a coma. In mid-December, she was diagnosed with nephritis, an inflammation of the kidneys, as a complication of her already tubercular state. La Marr was bedridden through Christmas, and by late December, she reportedly weighed less than 80 pounds (36 kg).

Some historians and writers have claimed that La Marr was addicted to morphine and heroin, which she had been prescribed after injuring her ankle and which may have contributed to her health problems. In Sherri Snyder's 2017 biography of La Marr, the writer states that these claims were untrue and erroneously reported. A frequently recirculated rumor was that La Marr was arrested for morphine possession in Los Angeles; however, Snyder states that this claim was mistakenly attributed to La Marr, when it had in fact been actress Alma Rubens who had been arrested in January 1931, five years after La Marr's death. Ben Finney, a close friend of La Marr, contested the claims of drug use, stating: "It is inconceivable that during our close friendship I would not have known if she were a junkie," adding, "She did well enough with booze."

On January 30, 1926, La Marr died of complications associated with tuberculosis and nephritis at her parents' home in Altadena, California, at the age of 29. Her friend, film director Paul Bern, was with her when she died. La Marr's son later speculated that Bern may have been his biological father, though this eventually was disproved; Bern died in a mysterious shooting six years later.

La Marr's funeral at the Walter C. Blue Undertaking Chapel in Los Angeles attracted over 3,000 fans, and five women reportedly fainted in the crowd and had to be removed by police to safety. After her removal from the church during the funeral procession, hundreds of fans flooded the chapel hoping to obtain flowers from the decorative arrangements. She was interred in a crypt at Hollywood Cathedral Mausoleum, in the Hollywood Forever Cemetery. For her contribution to the motion picture industry, La Marr has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame at 1621 Vine Street.

Producer Louis B. Mayer, a longtime admirer of La Marr, named actress Hedy Lamarr after her. She is also referred to in the popular 1932 Flanagan and Allen song "Underneath the Arches" during a break in which Ches Allen reads the headlines from a 1926 newspaper. Children's author Edward Eager set an episode of his 1954 book Half Magic at a showing of La Marr's Sandra and includes ironic descriptions of the movie.

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Alyse’ Pua for @quiddity-jones BB! (Pronounced A-Lease) • Age: 27 • Pronouns: She/Her/Hers • Current job: Engineering Technician • Aspiration: Renaissance Sim • Traits:- Squeamish,Paranoid & Clumsy • Bisexual • Pasifika Ethnicity • —————————————————————– • Personality: • Alyse’ is a hard worker – always found doing something with her hands and time as she’s always since she was young loved to learn new things finding it completely astounding and the possibilities in theory and practical endless – no matter how many mistakes and backtracks she’s had to make too! She when she gets frustrated or upset, her cheeks puff out and twitch as well as she gets teary eyed which in itself just makes her more aggravated even paranoid when eyes tear and redden up and mostly goes to hide for sometimes a few hours or til the swellings less noticeable. Despite her flaws she’s a very nice girl, taught that in life you only take what you need – though of course she does every now and then purchase a rare guilty pleasure she may want. She’s also very organised, loves schedules but always knows when to take self care like she will go fishing down at a river or the lagoon/ocean and practically spend from dusk til dawn just breathing in the salty breeze,swimming sometimes even amongst her fishing activities – she does love to sun bathe out on the soft sea grass among the sand dunes though and sometimes can even find some whale or dolphin sightings – even once watched one dusk morning the sea turtles laying their eggs and documenting them down as well as keeping them safe til hatching day – which was a beautiful and spectacular event. She even painted a landscape of the event for her community Art Museum. As much as she loves some activities like fishing – and even though she knows fish scaling and deboning them is essential, she does get grossed out abit as she guts them but the worst one she hates most is slime from slugs. Makes her even gag alittle. Ever since she was young, she has always loved to tinker around with tools and computers and loved to learn the Physics of Science so when after learning all she could from her Advanced lessons to apply as soon as she could at the age of 17 to get her degrees in Communications, Culinary, Computer Science and Physics. And during her 3rd year acquired a job in Engineering as an Assistant Technician at the age of 20 and slowly through the years was promoted even just recently for her fantastic work fro her peers and bosses. She even found she has a natural art ability at painting and was using it as a second form of income even though its mostly just a hobby. Regardless she loves her job despite how sometimes time consuming,filthy and even frustrating it can be. • Background: • She was a tiny babe at the age of 4, she was out with her parents and younger brother who was only 2, out on their family boat fishing and scoping for new areas to fish in but sadly a very titanic thunder storm fast approached them, the ways dark and unforgivably fierce and terrifyingly deadly that turned their boat, sinking to the depths with her mother as she had pulled out life vests and emergency flare bag – her father was no where to be seen as he had been taken under by the dark waves and so their mother hurriedly pushed them into the cone sheltered raft and sent them out as she went to her watery grave. As terrifying as it was for 2 small children they were out on the open sea for at least 4 days, her younger brother unfortunately had gotten severe pneumonia and despite being rescued by patrol, unfortunately died from too much fluid in his lungs. Thankfully though she still had family to raise her and grew up into a hardworking, kind thoughtful young woman she is today. And even though she loved her parents and brother, loves her strong bonded family of various types of personalities that had really aspired her to shine her own way. One thing though she’s nervous and paranoid about is though is how people may portray her ethnics since she has green eyes and lighter complexion. And despite her fears, her family encouraged her to apply to Big Brother – To show you and put an end to stereotypes of different ethnicity and races that they are completely different and unique. ** Tray Files Only **

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Lose | Ramsey x MC

a/n: Did I stay up until midnight to finish this? Yeah, but I’m not mad. I hope you enjoy this mess. WARNING: Includes discussions about death, deadly illnesses and mentions suicide (alludes to but not explicitly stated)

Oh and @perriewinklenerdie asked to be tagged. I hope you enjoy this!

SUMMARY: After Kendall loses her first patient on the job, Ethan tries to figure out her unusual reaction to the loss and in the process learns something new about his favourite intern.

Lose | Ramsey x MC (Kendall Archer)

“Time of death, 14:26, June 14th, 2019,” Kendall announced, sombrely, glancing at both the watch on her wrist and the clock on the wall.

Express Sympathy? No need, they weren't any family in the room. She has to do that in a minute.

Listen for Heart Sounds? Done.

Watch for Breathing? Done.

Stethoscope on the heart? Done in one.

Felt for a Pulse? There wasn’t one.

Kendall quickly went through the mental checklist one more time,just in case she had missed something, even though the nurses who surrounded you had already begun to gently pull out the intravenous lines that had once run fluids into her veins and, one by one, removed the stickers on her chest that had recorded her heartbeat.

You’ve done everything right Ken, she told herself.

She was in fact dead.

My first dead patient…

Kendal glanced over the now deceased woman in front of her. Elizabeth Kane was her name, thirty-seven years old, mother of one. Had come in a week ago suffering from aspiration pneumonia, her careers had caught it a little too late associating it with the seizures she suffered. The stress of the ordeal had caused additional stress. Her blood pressure had already been high, she’d already had a heart attack last month. She hadn’t survived her second.

Elizabeth Kane by all accounts had been a normal woman. She worked until she couldn’t, was happy until the end and very much involved in her daughter's life until it became impractical. She has been very good at pretending nothing was wrong for a very long time and if you didn’t know then you probably wouldn't have thought anything was. But what struck Kendall was no matter how pleasant their interaction was over the week Kendall treated as was the pain in her eyes. Ms Kane would smile the best she could all day long. But it never met her eyes. They were always so dull, exhausted but well hidden.

But Kendall always noticed them.

Perhaps because she knew to look.

“You did everything you could, Dr Archer. Good job,” A nurse complimented sympathetically, pulling Kendall out of her thoughts, as she began to detach Elizabeth’s body from the machines that had once kept her alive.

“Thanks,” Kendall smiled, tuning out the irrelevant conversation that had begun between the nurses over Ms Kane.

She took one last glance at Ms Kane before turning away silently and heading down the hall with a strange feeling of ease as she headed to break the news to the patient's Mother and Daughter who she knew were waiting in the visitor's room.

Waiting patiently for visiting times to start.

Dr Ethan Ramsey never found it hard to find Dr Archer. Her presence was naturally very apparent, you knew when she was around. She also often got lost so it wasn’t rare for him to find her walking aimlessly down corridors from time to time, even now after a few months. She blames it on the fact that all the hallways look the same, Ethan blamed it on her hopeless sense of direction. Also, he could always page her to him.

But today was different. As her Attending Physician, he had heard about what happened with her patient. And even though Ethan made it a point never to interact with Interns out what was necessary he had always made it a point to be aware of when his Interns lost there first patients, Remembering how much his first loss had affected him and how little support he had been given. He never wanted the same for them. Everyone else in the group had experienced it beside Dr Archer.

He knew the day was coming and here it was.

But she was different. He didn’t like the idea of just summing her to his office and chatting. It felt too impersonal after all they had shared and how he felt about her in particular. So he decided to seek her out but it seemed like she didn't want to be found. And he couldn't spend all day looking for her.

For the most part, everything seemed normal. Which unsettled Ethan even more as he had expected more. Kendall, by all means, was very unashamed of the fact that she wore her heart on her sleeve, incessantly and to Ethan excruciatingly positive. An optimist, who believed she could change the world. He didn’t expect a complete meltdown but he expected more. This was the girl who he’d seen be invited to patients weddings after knowing them for an hour in the ER. But there was nothing. There were discussions about it but no mention that she was acting anything but normal.

And he didn’t know why that troubled him.

He did see her later that day. He was on his way to a Board Meeting and he passed her in the hallway. If he could have stopped, he would have, but he couldn't stop. So he offered her a stern nod as she passed, chatting with a surgical intern. She smiled as their eyes met and stuck her tongue out at him.

But the smile didn’t meet her eyes like they usually did.

Something was wrong.

He saw her again a few hours later. Sitting by herself in the cafeteria seemingly on the phone to someone, tucked neatly out of sight from the other lunch tables, including a table full of other interns. He would have gone to talk to her but he once again pulled away.

It was hours after that when he finally found himself free. Shifts had been over for over an hour at that point. He wasn’t quite ready to leave yet so he decided to take a quick round the hospital to clear his head as he often did before getting back to work. He was making his way across the hospital's courtyard, located right in-between the four main buildings of the hospital when he stumbled across Dr Archer in the otherwise deserted courtyard.

There were a few lights illuminating the paths as well as the lights from the hospital rooms but you could have easily missed her. She was lying on the grass, headphones in her ears as she stared up at the unsurprisingly empty Boston sky.

He walked up to her cautiously. Remaining on the path but leaning over so he could look down at her face.

Her eyes were closed but they fluttered open, most likely sensing she was no longer alone. He worried that he had frightened her but she beamed at him immediately and pulled her earphones out.

“Rookie, why is that always find you in the middle of doing something stupid?” He questioned, sternly, attempting to make his disapproval clear but for Kendall that was overshadowed by his evident concern.

“Well, Dr Ramsey,” She continues to grin, “I tend to do stupid things when I’m alone and you always come looking when I’m alone,”

“And what are you doing exactly, Dr Archer?” He demanded, folding his arms across his c

“Stargazing,” She smiled, pointing up to the sky.

He looked up sceptically to the sky himself.

“It’s a bit cloudy for that isn’t it?” He pondered.

“You can see a few if you look really hard, nothing like back home but they are there,” She shrugged the best she could lie down, “Though I will admit I’ve mistaken a couple of aeroplanes for shooting stars,”

“And I still bet you made a wish anyway,” He half-smirked.

“I shall not confirm or deny that claim,” She stated, attempting to control her smile.

He let himself laugh along with her for a second as a comfortable silence fell over them both as they looked up at the same patch of a cloudy sky. He glanced back down at her and sucked in a sharp breath as she continued to seem mesmerised by the dark sky.

“What are you doing here, Rookie?” He finally asked, his voice low, as quiet as their surroundings, “It’s past midnight and your shift ended what over an hour ago?.”

“So did yours,” She pointed out, tilting her head back to look at him for second before looking back up at the sky.

“I have paperwork,” He offered, coldly, “Now why aren’t you at home?”

“Why do you want me to leave so badly?” She distracted, her voice straining, “I’m not disturbing anyone am I?”

“Well, besides some patients view of the courtyard,” He quipped.

“They can’t see me,” She dismissed before pausing, “Can they? Because I might have been singing,”

“Well, luckily the windows don’t open,” He informed, amused before sighing, “Is there any particular reason you don’t want to go home?”

“Dr Ramsey, I’m fine. I just wanted to be alone,” She reassured, confidently, almost convincingly but not enough for him to be satisfied.

“This is…is about what happened isn’t it?” He introduced gently before changing his mind and asking rather bluntly because he knew how much she hated being alone, “Rookie, do you want to talk about what happened?”

“No, but it seems like you want too,” Kendall responded, watching him closely as he seemed to get more agitated by her words.

“No, I want to know if you want to talk about it,” He repeated, sternly.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” She stated, wondering is she could make it any clearer.

“Then I want to talk about why you don’t want to talk about it,” He demanded.

“Why?” She countered.

“Because this isn’t like you, Kendall,” He sighed, the concern evident as his face contorted in annoyance, running his hand shakily through his hair, before shrugging off his lab coat and placing it on a nearby bench before walking to her side and sitting down beside her. “You’re clearly not okay with what happened,”

“Dr Ramsey…” She questioned confused, propping herself up onto her elbows to look at him.

“Dr Ramsey, I’m fine,” She reassured, reaching out and placing a hand on his arm to reassure him.

“But you shouldn't be,” He breathed.

“What do you want from me? Do want me to cry my eyes out?” She questioned, “Will that make you feel better?”

“Rookie, it’s not about making me feel better. I know you quite well and this isn’t how you would react…”

“Do you? Do you know me, Doctor Ramsey? What do you know about me beyond my resume?” She interrogated, as the tension building between them worsened.

“I know…” He breathed, his mind racing through all the little details he’s picked up about her after all the time they had shared, unable to help a small smile that formed on his lips, Kendall was a talker and even though he usually would filter it all that he had always been unable to help the fact that he remembered everything he knew about her. He paused for a second before proceeding as he knew she needed to hear it, “You smile at everyone you meet and make sure you find something to compliment them on because you never know who needs to feel loved even by a stranger. You make a point to remember the small details that people tell you so they feel listened too. You like to sing or more appropriately hum to help you concentrate and settle your nerves when you’re working. And often those songs remind you of the people you are with. And yes I am very offended that the song you sing around me is Mr Know it All by Kelly Clarkson. Your favourite part about this job is meeting them and hearing about their lives. You don’t subscribe to the belief that having feeling and being open about it makes you weak, because your Dad once told you that you shouldn't ever feel sorry for loving in the way your heart knows to be true. You know you’re the smartest intern here but you don’t like to make a show it. You have an older brother, your Father is from another country, though you haven't said which one, yet. You played soccer and the piano as a kid but you stopped playing the piano when you were ten, you never said why. You bring your own lunch with you every day except for Tuesdays because they make cookies on Tuesdays and you like to buy extra to sneak up to some of the kids. Oh, and you think Aliens are real which is absolutely ridiculous.”

Kendall stared back at Ethan her eyes slightly wider than before, even sitting up to look at him directly.

“I only know all that though because you love oversharing,” He attempted to excuse, feeling the heat rising in his cheeks.

Kendall smiled at him shyly, “You only know about Tuesdays because that’s the only day we have the same Lunch-break,”

“The kids told me actually,” He corrected, still blushing.

“I guess you do know me a little better than I thought,” She gave in, breathing softly.

“There is something I don’t know about you though,” Ethan continued.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” She questioned playfully, doing a bad job at hiding her surprise that the Dr Ethan Ramsey had decided to stargaze with her in the abounded hospital courtyard, as she laid back down.

“Why you aren’t upset about it,” He revealed, moving to lie cautiously be her side, a safe distance between them, “You aren’t avoiding everyone because you’re upset. You’re avoiding everyone because you aren’t and you don’t want to come off cold or perhaps even more likely explain why you aren’t sadder about it,’

Kendall shifted uncomfortably. She knew Ethan was looking at her but she kept her eyes trained on the sky.

“When the others lost their first patients,” She finally said, breaking the silence, “Everyone else made an effort to cheer them up because they were upset about it. So can’t go home because I can’t pretend to be upset by what happened to my patient. So I figured, I’d just stay away for a bit,”

“But it’s different for you?”

“It’s just that over the past week I got to know Ms Kane, you know?” She finally confessed, letting out a relaxed breath, her thoughts tumbling out of her mouth in what felt in an incoherent manner,“She knew she was going to die. So she made the most of the time she had. She made it mean something. She spent time with people she loved, made a difference. But when she arrived here, she had already accepted she wouldn't be leaving. She loved life but she was done the fighting. She was ready, the pain was becoming too much for her. So how can I be upset? When I know wherever she is, she is happier than she was here,”

“You believe that?”

“Wholeheartedly,” She insisted.

“But there is more too it isn’t there?”

Kendall snapped her head into his direction and for the first time they face each other directly, as they lay there on the cold grass.

“I…I…” She stuttered, unable to speak under the blue gaze and the realisation of how close they actually were.

“You were subtle about it but I noticed how you would brace yourself before you walked into her room,” Ethan revealed, remembering how he had seen her pause before entering Ms Kane’s room on a couple occasions over the past few weeks, “And how relieved you looked whenever you left the room,”

“At least I wasn’t obvious,” She commented.

“Listen I don’t mean to pry, Rookie,” Ethan finally said, wondering if he was crossing a line, he had never cared about someones else’s feelings or state of mind this much, especially interns.

But she wasn’t just an intern anymore and that was his fault. There was something more, something unspoken between them. They hadn’t discussed what happened in Miami in detail besides agreeing never to speak about it. Kendall had seemingly taken it in stride, finding it very easy to settle back into their roles as superior and subordinate. While he struggled to not think about the kiss they shared and the lines he had crossed with her whenever he looked at her. The only reason he was here, was because he had feelings for her, feelings he couldn't admit as they more than what an attending should feel for there intern. But they were there, his feelings for her, they were always there. When they were together when they were apart.

They remained. His constant.

He knew he wasn’t acting like himself and yet in the moment he didn’t care because he knew she was hurting and that was all that mattered to him.

“If you’re okay, we don’t have to talk about it. I’ll leave you alone,”

“No,” Kendall stated, immediately and much to his surprise, grasping his hand tightly.

He stiffened, as they laced their finger together but made no attempt to untangle them.

He nodded before, resting his back on the grass.

Waiting.

“You know how you like to ask me why I’m so optimistic and positive all the time when you get annoyed?” She asked in all serious but her tone was slightly teasing as if shows trying to keep the mood light between them.

“Hmm,” He encouraged, taking everything in.

“It’s because I refuse to live a single day and not have it mean something. Even if it’s something small like making someone smile. It’s small but it means something,” She confessed, breathing heavily, “It’s the only way that I can handle it,”

“The guilt,”

“Of what?”

“Of not having the same defect in chromosome 4 that my mom had, that my brother has, that Ms Kane had” She breathed, “For some reason, I won a genetic lottery and I can’t take that for granted and waste my life by not doing anything with it.”

Ethan involuntarily clutched her hand tighter and moved to rest it on his chest, right above his heart.

“I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be,” She dismissed, “It was just really hard to see what I could have had if my Mom had loved me enough to want to fight through it even just for a few more years instead of ending it without even trying. So yeah it would have been difficult to explain to everyone that I don’t feel sad about my dead patient but my dead mother. Nobody really knows about my Mom or my families history with Huntington’s disease here at least. Well besides you now,”

“I won’t say a word,” He promised, sniffing after he spoke.

“Ethan?” She asked quietly, sitting up so she could look down at him, “Are you alright?”

He nodded, keeping there captured hands close to his chest as he sat up with her.

“I was just thinking about how glad I…we are…the hospital I mean,” He quickly corrected as he spoke before starting again, stating firmly, “How glad I am that I don’t have to lose you or watch you lose yourself,”

“I’m not going anywhere,” She reassured, wiping a stray tear and leaning in slightly, “You’re stuck with me,”

Ethan likes to tell himself it was the fact that he knew that no one could see him that he let her hug him but he knew that wasn’t true. Even if had known someone was watching them, he still would tightly embraced her, as they continued to whisper quietly to each other about how exponentially fragile life was all while Ethan thanked a god he didn’t even believe in for sparing her from a disease that would have taken every part of who she was before taking her away completely…from him.

After everything, everyone he had lost before her.

He had to thank someone for the mercy he’d finally been shown.

So no, at that moment he didn't care if the whole world saw them.

In that moment, Ethan was willing to lose it all for her.

#ethan ramsey #ethan ramsey x mc #ethan x mc #ethan x kendall #ethan ramsey op #choices #choices fanfiction #playchoices #play choices #playchoices fanfic #open heart #open heart fan fiction

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midsumrs · 4 years

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THERE’S SOMETHING TRAGIC ABOUT YOU . SOMETHING SO MAGIC ABOUT YOU .

sidney ruth bamber . twenty - two . rebel conduit + smoke manipulation . codename : cinder . infamous / mutant oc .

the first few years of college is known for being a time for experimentation. it’s a time for young adults to learn and experience new things in life, both intellectually and privately. sometimes, things don’t end up very well for those involved, especially when promiscuity is thrown in the mix, and you get two eighteen year old freshmen unprepared for the life of parents.

sidney wasn’t planned from the get go and neither was she wanted the moment she was born. what was to become of an infant born nearly six months early with extremely frail lungs? what was to become of an infant who’s lifespan was predicted to not surpass the tender age of three? in comes aspiring parents nathan and michael bamber, a d.u.p officer and a lawyer who stopped at nothing to give that baby girl a life she full well deserved.

once the paperwork was completed and she was healthy enough to be released from the hospital, sidney went home and grew up to become the perfect child the bamber family could have ever wished for. it was only natural for sidney to be raised terribly sheltered by her parents, and that was to be expected considering she visited the hospital on multiple occasions from random bouts of pneumonia and collapsed lungs. wherever sidney went, an oxygen tank followed suit, decorated with bright stickers and flowers to make it seem less morbid.

truth of the matter was, life was more than good to the bamber family and they lived a relatively peaceful life in seattle despite the terrible health scares sidney constantly gave them and the trouble her d.u.p officer dad got himself into. as good fortune would have it, sidney would eventually get a lung transplant at the ripe age of eighteen, after nearly eight years of being on the wait list, after years of being put under for medical procedures. it was a dream come true!

while she was dealt with good cards, nothing good ever sticks around for long and the downfall of that dreamboat came in the form of sidney’s conduit abilities awakening. she was still eighteen years old, six months post lung surgery when the skin on her hands slowly began to de-materialize into a gentle kind of ember, into.. ashes , dust .. smoke ? fear of the unknown only seemed to fuel the smoky clouds rising from her skin and within seconds of the happening, a sharp inhale of the smoke she was producing sent her into a spiral of panic, leading her adrenaline to spike and the small embers that sparked caused the smoke to set fire to her bed and eventually the entire house with her father still inside.

attempting to escape the disaster she had unintentionally created, attempting to accept the help her father tried to give her, sidney unexpectedly turned herself into a black cloud of smoke in front of her dad and escaped through the air vent, her body materializing on the lawn outside of her home, leaving her father inside in shock and fear. brand new lungs irritated, the passageways of her throat raw, and her skin covered in remnants of the ashes that she produced, sidney fell into a state of disbelief and grief. did she just leave her father to die? what would her dad, nathan, think? such a pristine little thing, a conduit. a cowardly murderer.

unable to deal with what she had done, sidney bamber left what was left of her family behind, unknowing of the fact that her father survived the fire , leaving him to fill in the other with what had happened. sidney ended up leaving in fear of rejection, in fear of isolation and hatred, which is exactly what she gave herself in the long run. her fathers grieved her, he continues to love her, but because of her inability to forgive herself for what she did to her dad, she refuses to come back home. nathan, despite being an officer that hunts her kind, loves his kid.

in an attempt to learn more of conduits, sidney has attempted to familiarize herself with others like herself. while she still struggles with her abilities and her weak lungs years later, sidney is still very much the same and won’t hesitate to put herself in danger if it meant keeping others safe. she’s very self sacrificing, very soft yet silently fierce.. but there is a certain kind of fear and paranoia that dwells in the deepest crevices of her heart after what happened with her parents. a type of fear that leaves her scared for those she cares about.

#✦┊❛ biography : sidney bamber

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auntiejojo801-blog · 5 years

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The pause between my breaths

One of the most important parts of meditation is breathing -- controlled, slow, and even breathing. It's imperative to achieve this so the body can relax and stop focusing on any distractions, and healing and peace can happen.

When I woke at 4:30 AM last Wednesday I knew something was very wrong. My head was pounding, worse than I have ever felt in my life. I sat up and clutched my head, and stumbled to my bathroom. I got there and returned to my bed and took the ibuprofen and cough medicine I had been prescribed 2 days before. I lay back down in bed wheezing and coughing from just that minor activity and I couldn't breathe. I knew I needed to call my doctor but couldn't because I couldn't speak.

My coughing and wheezing roused Tyson who jumped up and wanted to help me. I knew if I didn't calm down, no oxygen would make its way into my lungs. I asked for a cool wash cloth and for him to just sit with me. After 5 minutes, I felt like I could breathe enough and I called my oncologist.

On the previous Monday, my oncologist gave me 2 days for my pneumonia to improve before doing more testing, and this was now the 2nd day...I clearly was not improved.

I told him my symptoms as best as I could and I was directed to go to the hospital if Tyson could drive me and I thought I could make it there without an ambulance. Tyson drove me. Before I got off the phone with my oncologist he let me know that he was going to run a CT of my chest when I got there, but he wanted to prepare me for what he thought the results would be.

My oncologist was brutally honest with me that he didn't believe he would find pneumonia, but instead that my cancer had returned and had now spread to my lungs. He wanted me to be prepared ahead of time, instead of surprised when the results came back.

My oncologist has a long history of experience and has seen many things, and I know through my own research that when TNBC comes back it goes to two places first -- the brain or the lungs. Since my brain MRI was negative the previous week I knew it was not there. I had only a chest xray the week prior and I know it is not the best test to show metastasis, rather it shows shadows which can be caused by many things.

I began crying as Tyson helped me get dressed, and I cried quietly the whole way to the hospital, as the nurses helped me get changed and settled, and as I lay there waiting for the results of the CT.

As hard as it was to acknowledge that I had breast cancer, hearing that it had likely returned was worse. I felt like I had left my house for the very last time, I would not get to tell people what they mean to me, would not get to recover and return to my life as I had been pushing toward, and these would be my last days with Tyson and my girls. The sadness was overwhelming.

My breathing was erratic, I was light headed, my heartbeat was incredibly fast, my blood pressure was elevated and my oxygen was dropping. I have enough medical knowledge to know implications of things. And as I watched the vitals monitor in the emergency department that I was hooked up to, I knew there were a lot of concerns. My oxygen level dropped into the 80's and I couldn't get a deep breath. The nurse stayed in the room and monitored me closely.

There is a point in the act of breathing in and breathing out where the body changes over from inhaling to exhaling. There's a pause in between each, brief as it may be, but it is a natural pause in the body to do what's needed for air exchange. I had no pause between my inhales nor my exhales. It was just in, out, in, out similar to hyperventilating. The air that was going in wasn't doing much. I was very tired, and dozed off several times however as soon as that would happen, my oxygen levels would fall and the alarms on the monitors would go off. I was startled every time which brought my oxygen levels back over 90%. My heart rate was in the 120's which is double what mine normally is.

Emily arrived at the emergency department and sat with Tyson and I in my room.

The staff took a chest xray when I first arrived and the results weren't good, there were more findings when comparing to the week prior, it was now in both lungs and it was larger. I laid there crying and praying for God to help me and to help my family.

After an hour, the Emergency Dept MD came in with the results of the CT. He gave Tyson, Emily, and I a pointed look, then sat down and pulled the CT results up on the computer. He explained that there were findings in both lungs, but after extensive review by the radiologists they favored an inflammatory/infectious process and not a metastasis.

Tyson asked how they knew for sure, and he explained that in order for the cancer to go from my breast to my lungs it had to travel through my lymph system, and since my lymph nodes on the CT scan were all normal, the cancer couldn't have just "jumped".

More tears from all three of us, a smile from the doctor but still a look of concern on his face he let me know I would be admitted and seen by many doctors to figure this out and get control of it because it was definitely not under control and it was affecting me quite badly.

Over the next 2 days I saw infectious disease MD's, pulmonary MD's, cardiologists, my oncologist and his team, my radiation oncologist, respiratory therapists, and other specialized medical technicians, all working to get a handle on what was truly happening to me.

In the end, it was decided that I had atypical aspiration pneumonia in both lungs from bacteria that was in my mouth from my abscessed tooth, and radiation pneumonitis which is swelling caused by the radiation treatment on my left side. Lots of medicine accompanied my 2 days in the hospital and my breathing had improved by Friday and the medical team all agreed that I could be allowed home with just oral antibiotics.

The one part that did not resolve completely was my headache, which kept me from sleeping and truly resting. The infectious disease doctor felt it was a tension headache. My oncologist let me know he was still going to think on possible causes because the MRI of my brain, CT of my sinuses, xray of my jaw, and lab tests didn't lean toward a sinus infection as the cause.

One thing he said resonated with me though. "Joanne," he said, "you went into this full force, nothing was going to stop you from having any chemotherapy, nothing was going to delay your treatment, or surgery, you went to every radiation appointment and had them, never complained or got down. What you have gone through is a horrific experience, and you haven't allowed yourself the time or space to accept that and work through it. For people that react the way you have, PTSD happens very frequently. It will all come crashing down on you. And at some point we will need to treat you for that."

I do realize that this past year I have been dealt some unbelievable shit in my life, and I need to be ready to be open about that and go over my true feelings about it. I truly believe I reacted in the only way I knew how, and that was to protect myself and survive. And I did that. And now I need to give myself the therapy my body and mind needs to come to terms with the depth of things that have happened to me, and accept what my future will be.

I am still sad, and my lungs are recovering, each day brings easier breathing but not yet any stamina to walk around much. My road to recovery is going to be slow, but I believe God has bigger plans for me and I'll make it through, not how I envision, but how He does.

Life can be very sad and it can throw curve balls, but life is worth it. I just didn't realize how much and why it was worth it before now. It doesn't matter what I look like or what I can do, what matters is that I am here. It's not a competitive event with challenges to beat, but instead, it's a gift.

Every single breath and pause in between is a gift.

#tnbc #breastcancer #kickingcanceroutofme #radiation

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atcmicorgasms · 6 years

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ORIGINS & FAMILY:

Name: Oh Gayeon

Nickname: Grace, Gracie

Reason for name: Grace was given as a sort of nickname for Gayeon when she was younger and it’s always stuck, so as she’s gotten older, she’s started using Grace as the name

Birthday: May 31, 1989

Age: 28

Gender: Female

Place of birth: Grace was born in Wichita, Kansas

Places lived since: Grace lived in Wichita until she was two before her family relocated to Athens, Georgia. Grace moved to Los Angeles to attend UCLA and has stayed, pursuing an acting career

Parents’ names, backgrounds, occupations: Grace was born to Oh Jin Young, who ran his own carpentry business and Oh (nee Kim) Yoo Ne, a real estate agent. Jin Young and Yoo Ne (who would go by Jin and Yuna, respectively, at the time) met in college at the University of Kansas as lab partners in a biology class and ended up being in the same Psychology and English 102 later in their college careers)

Number of siblings: 2, Junior and Sora, Grace is the middle child.

Relationship with family (close? estranged?): Grace’s relationship with her family is distant. She still will talk to her family, but traveling to see them doesn’t happen very often. Her parents weren’t too excited about her leaving the nest but it’s something they’ve been slowly working past.

Happiest memory: Easily her acceptance into university.

Childhood trauma: Grace chooses not to talk too much about any of the actual major traumas that have happened during her childhood and instead chooses to recall the time she had been caught smoking pot underneath the bleachers and the punishment she received from there.

Children of his/her own?: none

If so, relationship with their mother/father?: n/a

Age he/she gave birth/became a father: n/a

PHYSICAL

Height: Grace is 5′9

Weight:

Build: straight

Nationality: Korean-American

Disabilities (physical or mental, including mental illnesses): Grace has PMDD, which gives her more severe symptoms than the average PMS.

Complexion (freckles, acne, skin tone, birth marks): Grace has a noticeable tan, and has finally gotten control of her adult onset acne, although she’ll get very nasty flare ups the week leading up to her period.

Face shape: rounded

Distinguishing facial features: the apples of her cheeks are very prominent when she smiles

Hair color: Brown

Usual hair style: Grace is self-conscious about her ears (Although she’s been told on numerous occasions that they’re perfectly normal) so her hair is usually kept down.

Eye color: brown

Glasses? Contacts?: none

Style of dress/typical outfit(s): Grace honestly is Target girl at heart, so nine times out of ten, she’ll find things from the clothes section in Target, she doesn’t really have a distinct style or anything typical.

Typical style of shoes: Give Grace tennis shoes or sandals any day.

Health (is this person usually sick? or very resilient?): Grace got a ton of ear infections as a kid and despite getting a flu shot every year, she tends to fall victim to the flu or a nasty bout of pneumonia if she’s lucky enough to avoid the flu.

Grooming (does she/he wear makeup? shower daily? wear only clean clothes? pluck her eyebrows?): Foundation and eyeliner are Grace’s go to for make up looks. Grace showers daily, if she skips a day, she ends up showering twice in the next day that she does shower

Jewelry? Tattoos? Piercings?: At any given time, you can find her with a simple chain necklace with some small accent piece on it (like an arrow or feather) and bangles, and about two rings on either hand. Any of the cuff style bracelets are reserved for when she’s dressing up.

Accent?: She’s worked very hard to get rid of any trace of an accent, although it’ll still slip when she’s talking to certain people or saying certain words.

Unique mannerisms/physical habits (bites nails, talks with hands, taps feet when restless): Grace tends to lick her lips a lot when she’s nervous and if she starts to feel any sort of embarrassment or awkwardness when talking to someone, she’ll wiggle in place.

Athletic?: She loves doing the high intensity workouts and pilates

INTELLECT

Level of education (high school drop out, undergrad BA/BS, PhD, MD, etc.): Grace has a bachelor’s in sociology and has looked into going towards social work if acting doesn’t pan out

Level of self esteem: 6.3

Gifts/talents: Grace has a great memory and she’s good at wrapping presents.

Shortcomings: Grace can be incredibly naive and fairly easy to upset, she’s been working on being in better control of her emotions, especially when she’s due for her next cycle.

Style of speech (loud, mumbler, articulate, etc.): Grace has a medium volume of speech, she speaks at a fairly quick cadence and her voice is a little more on the huskier side

“Left brain” or “right brain” thinker?: Right brain

Artistic?: She’s good at coloring and has made some sort of name for herself, albeit small in acting so there’s some artisticness there

Mathematical?: Not at all. She was able to scrape by in her math classes and had to study five times as hard to make sure she really understood a concept and as soon as she was done having to take math classes, she was super happy

Makes decisions based mostly on emotions, or on logic?: Emotionally

Neuroses: a mild hypochondriac. She visits webMD way too often for anything small to turn it into the mountain she does

Life philosophy:

Religious stance: Buddhist

Cautious or daring?: A little bit of both

Most sensitive about/vulnerable to: Some of the major life choices she’s made.

Optimist or pessimist?: Optimist

Extrovert or introvert?: Extrovert

Level of comfort with technology: Like a 7 or 8

RELATIONSHIPS

Current marital/relationship status: Single

Sexual orientation:

Past relationships: 2

Primary reason for being broken up with: Location and it just being a short lived thing

Primary reasons for breaking up with people: Long distance

Level of sexual experience: 4

Story of first kiss (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen?): A middle school dance, it sort of just happened by accident

Story of loss of virginity (if any—if not, how does he/she want it to happen, if at all?):

A social person? (popular, loner, some close friends, makes friends and then quickly drops them): Grace is social when she needs to be. She’s very comfortable reaching out to network, but she can also be a huge homebody.

Most comfortable around (person): Herself

Oldest friend: A friend she made in George

How does he/she think others perceive him/her?:

How do others actually perceive him/her?:

VOCATION

Profession: Grace is an aspiring actress

Past occupations: She helped out with data entry in her dad’s business and has worked in the mall

Passions: Music, cat cafes, going to the beach

Attitude towards current job: She likes it

Attitude towards current coworkers, bosses, employees: It really depends on the gig

Salary: Depends on the gig

SECRETS

(Every character—no matter how minor—should always have secrets!)

Phobias: She has a reoccurring nightmare of her going into any room in her home and the lights not working

Life goals: Just to be recognized

Dreams: Win an award

Greatest fears: losing her family and not finding out for a long period of time

Most ashamed of:

Most embarrassing thing ever to happen to him/her: Her brother telling his best friend that Grace had a huge crush on him when she was thirteen

Compulsions: She buys one of those decorative birds from Target every season

Obsessions: practicing for hours, even after rehearsal or performances are finished

Secret hobbies: Ghost shows

Secret skills: Did I mention that she’s also really good at putting shelves up and even crafting some shelving units

Past sexual transgressions: nothing completely naughty

Crimes committed (and was he/she caught? charged?): staying out past curfew, underage drinking and smoking

What he/she most wants to change about his/her current life: Nothing

What he/she most wants to change about his/her physical appearance: Nothing

DETAILS/QUIRKS

Daily routine: It varies on when she wakes up

Night owl or early bird?: Early bird

Light or heavy sleeper?: Light sleeper

Favorite food: Give Grace all the pasta and starches in the world

Least favorite food: But if Grace has to eat another cheesecake she will lose her mind

Favorite book: She really likes Danielle Steele novels

Least favorite book: Lord of the Flies

Favorite movie: Clueless

Least favorite movie: she really doesn’t have a least favorite, she just doesn’t watch the ones she doesn’t like very often

Favorite song: Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks

Least favorite song: That Ed Sheeran song that’s getting played all the time

Coffee or tea?: Coffee

Crunchy or smooth peanut butter?: She’s allergic to peanuts

Type of car he/she drives (or wishes he/she drove):

Lefty or righty?: Lefty

Favorite color: She likes the magenta-y color the sky can take during a really pretty sunset

Cusser?: No

Smoker? Drinker? Drug user?: More of a social drinker than anything, she doesn’t smoke, or hasn’t since she’s moved.

Biggest regret: Not talking to her brother and sister more

Pets?: She has a maltepoo named Charlie that she constantly posts about on her social media.

#Grace ( about )#i just want a queue

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hollydoesartofficial · 4 years

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This sweet girl has been at the hospital for nearly three weeks. She was diagnosed with thyroid cancer shortly after me (I KNOW.), then out of nowhere her stomach flipped, which lead to aspiration pneumonia, which, being a bulldog, sent her into respiratory distress. She nearly died and had to get a permanent trach put in. Thankfully, she'll never have breathing issues again. We're both on the mend from our health disasters and I'm just so thankful she's okay. She comes home tomorrow! 😭💕 https://instagr.am/p/CAEHpsNh16S/

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jaigny · 4 years

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Madelyn Wooods for @seviies ‘s Farmer needs A Wife

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Madelyn Woood

Age : 37 (Bout to turn into an Adult (38yrs old))

Friend of the Animals:- Animal affection/Family Oriented/Music Lover/Loves The Outdoors

Retired Vet/Wanting to open her own Animal Clinic

Madelyn has lived an interesting life throughout her childhood always residing in Granite Falls with her grandparents since her parents died when she was a child on a sunken cruise to Selvorada as architects looking for a hidden temple. Their death was certainly a surprise to the poor girl as she was an only child and didn’t have friends due to being homeschooled by her grandmother Clementine Forrest. and used to explore the wildlife becoming friends with the local animal wildlife even talking to flowers and other plants about her day. She soon became in her teens her grandparents caregiver around their home of Granite Falls until her Grandfather got very sick with pneumonia and with a heavy heart all three packed up to live closer to the hospital in Windernberg on a small little cottage by a beautiful rock pathed stream called Cottage Am See.

Life went by and after getting a nurse carer when her grandparents though alittle more frail still were quite healthy though they did need household chore assistance around their cozy cottage soon said goodbye with warm long hugs and teary smiles as she went to University to become a vet.

During her second year she met her husband Derek Wooods, charming, alluring with his light brown aurburn hair and light green eyes and dimpled smile soon caught her fluttering heart and in her 3rd year of Uni became engaged. Their wedding was cozy and quaint with close friends and family across from her grandparents cottage in a small beautiful clearing beside the lake surrounded by so many beautiful wildflowers.

Derek and Madelyn were indeed happily married for awhile, soon welcoming her son Ervin into the world. A beautiful sweet boy with dark auburn brown hair and her fathers eyes and dimpled smile. They loved their son deeply and since Madelyn had to take time off to look after her son while her husband worked, started noticing he was always coming home later and later then he said we would as a professor and tutor at the university close by.

Although they had over the last few months started fighting and drifting apart, did not expect a sudden surprise of a Madelyn being pregnant with a little girl who unfortunately during her 2nd trimester miscarried causing the rip between Derek and Madelyn to rapidly rip into despair. As Madelyn was trying to keep a brave face for her toddler son and her husband, one day decided to bring lunch over to his office at the University, not expecting him practically embraced,rolling naked on the floor rug with a beautiful grey eyed red haired student and found out the affair had been going on for a very long time decided to after knocking Derek ‘s butt around with a few good slaps as well as to the student divorced him leaving him only 10k in simoleons.

Her grandparents deaths soon came not to long after the separation, but through it all she stayed strong crying when she needed too and after selling the cottage for a very good price took her sons hand (child becoming a preteen) and moved to somewhere new to start again, afresh wishing their friends well and also in contact through phonecalls and emails and occasional visits.

They bought a good plot of land by the dock and after renovating it up decided to take a deep breath of that sea breeze and finally relax and save the rest for her dream goal of owning her own clinic.

Her son now is in his last year of highschool and is also preparing to go to university all alone so he put his sweet dear mother as an entry as he deserves the best man and hopefully Christian could be that man for his mother.

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Her Sons traits are

Ervin Wooods

Soulmate aspiration :- Alluring / Hot Headed / LovesThe Outdoors

#farmer wants a wife with christian valentine #Madelyn Wooods

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