i  was  healthy  my  whole  life.      —      until  i  wasn’t.    and  for  the  last  year,  i’ve  had  a  lot  of  time  to  lay  around  in  my  bed    &    think  about  my  𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞,  and  the  things  i  remember  best?      well,  those  are  the  things  i  WASN'T  supposed  to  do.      and  i  did  ‘em  anyway.      —      so,  the  thing  is?    life  is  too  damn  short  to  be  following  all  these  rules.

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐓. 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍. 𝐍𝐎𝐖.

𝙼𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚐? 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝?

𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃! 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃?!

I’d love an Arizona, Amelia or Maya to plot with maybe eventually go single ship with.

𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵…

[ #𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐘'𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐘 ] --- ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ⁱ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ

april kepner ( fc: sarah drew )

carina deluca ( fc: stefania spampinato ) ** station 19 also

cristina yang ( fc: sandra oh )

jo wilson ( fc: camilla luddington )

jules millin ( fc: adelaide kane )

mark sloan ( fc: eric dane )

nick marsh ( fc: scott speedman )

please specify muse / or who for who

open! here’s an open, your muse is in a train that crashed(?) alongside TK, either they can be injured and he can look after them ooooor they can be not-too-badly-injured and he can tell them “i need another set of hands get up and start helping”

TK was upside-down.

This was a strange sensation to wake up with mostly because he was used, typically, to being right-side up. There was a smell of something, metal torn free from its mechanics (oil?) or blood or maybe both of those things, and a creaking of something not quite hanging on – the overhead light, TK realised. It had come free and was now trying to come to rest on the side of the cabin (a train – that’s right; he was on a train), because the cabin was sideways. The light tried very hard to stay on. It flickered and intermittently died, and in a minute whatever electricity source it was using was going to be cut, if emergency services were headed this way. They’d be in the dark again.

Someone was crying. TK, thrown to where he’d landed, was bleeding. He didn’t move at first, a quick self-assessment for the time being (like being hurt might keep him down; it would not have). The smell of blood was so strong and so vibrant here because he’d hit his head pretty hard, almost definitely hard enough to cause concussion just based on the width and depth of the injury when TK pressed a hand against it, wincing, looking for sponginess around his skull. Nothing. Intact, just sore. The blood, from somewhere near the crown of his head, dripped down his face and along his left arm, which itself was - sprained, maybe?

He’d been holding on with that arm, to the strap in the cabin when the train had come free from the tracks.

His leg, the right one, was fractured, but he could feel it, it was not close to the femoral artery, and when he moved his toes he watched them wriggle. No tingles. Probably no spinal damage.

Okay, so pretty good, on the whole of it. His phone next: completely destroyed. There was something - the material of a seat? - across his chest, and TK pushed it off, blinking against the bright of the light which seemed to get brighter when he sat up (concussion, definitely). There was crying, he remembered.

The first person TK came to was still.

TK passed over her body (“Okay,” he tapped her ankle twice, and that was all the processing he afforded it: okay), and in the direction of the cries.

“Hello?” his voice sounded strange. Cleared his throat and tried again. How many people had been in this cabin to begin with? Twenty, thirty? And that was not to mention the rest of the train, but he had no way of getting to them, for now. Maybe he’d try, once this cabin was looked after, if he was still able to drag himself, then. “I’m a paramedic, if you can hear me, yell out!”

hello, i'm 30+ (they, them) and i'm looking for long term rp partners to write with, either here or on discord (over 21s only). i'm a literate writer, who prefers to write in short-ish para style - i can do longer paras and novella, but they take me much longer to reply to since i work most days. so i have a preference for slightly shorter threads.

i only do f/f, f/enby, or enby/enby ships. but i'm open to interacting outside of ships too, with either ocs or ccs from the following fandoms (or genres). the fandoms i'm most familiar with are yellowjackets, the last of us, star trek, greys anatomy / station 19, supergirl, special ops: lioness, from, and a league of their own. i'm also open to writing with most crime, first responder, or medical based ocs or ccs from fandoms i'm not familiar with, as long as you're willing to be adaptable.

i don't write smut. but i am a fan of some darker themes, at times. i'm also a sucker for plotting things out in (some) detail, and prefer to keep an open line on communication when writing; mostly to share ideas, headcanons, and other fun stuff.

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𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙱𝙴 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙴𝙳 𝙱𝚈 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 ⎯⎯ 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶. this is me getting cut from the program. you're already amazing. i am just starting out, ok? i have never stapled a bowel, and i have never resected an esophagus. 𝙄 𝘼𝙈 𝙉𝙊𝙏 𝘼𝙈𝘼𝙕𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙔𝙀𝙏 !!

[ CROWNSLIP ] a selective multi muse featuring margot fairmont from first kill. also includes muses from the last of us, shameless, the 100, criminal minds, greys anatomy, one tree hill & more. written by cheeto, she/her, 30+. must be 18 years old to interact due to potentially triggering topics.

THE   THING   IS      .   .   .      I   WAS   HEALTHY   MY   WHOLE   LIFE.            —            UNTIL   I   WASN’T.      and   for   the   last   year,   i’ve   had   𝚊   𝚕𝚘𝚝   𝚘𝚏   𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎   to   lay   around   in   my   bed      &      think   about   my   life,      and   the   things   i   remember   best?         WELL,   THOSE   ARE   THE   THINGS   I   WASN’T   SUPPOSED   TO   DO         .   .   .         𝐀𝐍𝐃   𝐈   𝐃𝐈𝐃   ‘𝐄𝐌   𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐖𝐀𝐘.         —         so,   the   thing   is?      LIFE   IS   𝚃𝙾𝙾   𝙳𝙰𝙼𝙽   𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚁𝚃   TO   BE   FOLLOWING   ALL   THESE   RULES.

Open Starter || Traivs Montgomery

"I dont know why I was smiling because there's nothing funny about this."

THE  THING  IS    .  .  .    I  WAS  HEALTHY  MY  WHOLE  LIFE.      —      UNTIL  I  WASN’T.      AND  FOR  THE  LAST  YEAR,    I’VE  HAD  A  LOT  OF  TIME  TO  LAY  AROUND  IN  MY  BED    &    THINK  ABOUT  MY  LIFE,    AND  THE  THINGS  I  REMEMBER  BEST?      WELL,    THOSE  ARE  THE  THINGS  I  WASN’T  SUPPOSED  TO  DO.      AND  I  DID  ‘EM  ANYWAY.      —      SO,    THE  THING  IS?      LIFE  IS  TOO  DAMN  SHORT  TO  BE  FOLLOWING  ALL  THESE  RULES.

IT'S  A  BEAUTIFUL  DAY  TO  SAVE  LIVES.   (©️)

here is Another open <3

"You fell asleep." It had been a long and exhausting day, he couldn't blame them. TK didn't look up from where he was, still trying to coax this cafe's old fireplace into working. They'd been snowed in a little over 18 hours ago, and his phone wasn't getting any reception but he doubted they were going to be freed anytime soon, with good access to fluids, food and furniture they could move against the glass walls for some insulation.

TK had given them his hoodie, pulled over them like a blanket while they slept. It was cold, they - everyone in this building - were in this together, and the last thing they needed was a feeling of 'every man for himself'. He did look up, now, as they stirred: "Sleep okay?"

Andy Herrera, Firefighter, Station 19 roleplayer, ships with Jack or Chemistry, looking for friends and mains, 21+.

so, would anyone be open to writing maya bishop and carina deluca with me? i would love to try my hand at either of them, and preferably i'd like to write in between canon or set after a certain point in canon.

alternatively, if anyone wants to write a MUMU based on station 19, please IM me or like this post as well????

  ❛ Outlined in guilt, my portrait stares in a gallery where the walls lie bare ❜  

Indie | Canon & Headcanon Based | Highly Selective

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