#convo tags: emery

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I posted 2,360 times in 2022

That's 584 more posts than 2021!

59 posts created (3%)

2,301 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@faeriebambula

@theladyofbloodshed

@isterofimias

@gwynesta-archive

@cascadingmoon

I tagged 1,096 of my posts in 2022

#gwynriel - 89 posts

#elucien - 75 posts

#feysand - 75 posts

#nessian - 64 posts

#nesta archeron - 51 posts

#jassa - 37 posts

#lucien vanserra - 36 posts

#rhysand - 35 posts

#my asks - 34 posts

#azriel - 28 posts

Longest Tag: 140 characters

#she couldve really used the fact that he has these regressions to connect to traumas in his past and have him criticized by feyre or someone

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

can i knee rowan whitethorn in the balls? i’m still going to give him a chance but holy shit bro. what crawled up your ass and died?💀

13 notes - Posted July 12, 2022

#4

I forgot to share this gem from my autocorrect💀

15 notes - Posted August 15, 2022

#3

Favorite sjm character?

oh damn…this is actually hard.

i hope this isn’t cheating but

TOG: Dorian and Yrene

ACOTAR: Rhys and Nesta

i can’t pick just one😩

16 notes - Posted August 5, 2022

#2

I had a thought...

You know the scene right after Feyre gave birth where Rhys and Nesta have that little moment of reconciliation?

It obviously was a powerful moment because they finally seem to be laying their weapons down with each other and they finally see each other as in-laws in that moment. But I also think there’s some symbolism in this moment too.

Rhys gets on his knees and bows to Nesta because he is obviously extremely grateful to her because his wife and son are no longer in danger. But then Nesta bends down too, I’ve seen some people interpret this as her bowing to him but I don’t think so. She’s going down to him to look him in the face, it says in the book that she studied what layed in his expression when she took his face in her hands. I saw it more as her getting down to face him then bowing. (Also why would she need to bow in this scene?💀) 

I think it’s symbolic in the sense that they are literally on the same level (both on the ground facing each other) which correlates them into finally seeing eye to eye metaphorically now. They see each other differently now and now their dynamic is going to be different in future books (hopefully). I think this would make sense because in the last 2 chapters we see they are finally having more comfortable convos (or at least alluding to that) when he asked to see parts of the rite and gave her and Cassian the House of Wind. 

18 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

my acotar unpopular opinions

I got bored so, i decided to make this, with some of these i use the word “unpopular” lightly 

i love all the archeron sisters 

nesta is my favorite archeron sister

i love feyre on her own and w/ rhys however, i do think acosf did her dirty at times

speaking of acosf...feysand was done dirty in this book. like what was the point of putting them through more emotional turmoil, especially feyre. it also went back on both feyre and rhys character decisions made in maf and war (im not saying that were acting ooc though) feysand deserved a peaceful pregnancy, which couldve happened in the background while nesta’s story still happened. 

which leads me to my next point, nesta deserved to not have her story be overshadowed by that shit baby plot 

the intervention scene should’ve only been nesta and her sisters 

my favorite characters are nesta, rhys, gwyn, honorable mentions are lucien, eris, cassian and feyre

this is probably rlly unpopular after acosf but my favorite bat boy is still rhys

azriel is my least favorite of the bat boys 

i dont think tamlin is a bad person and id like to see him get better for himself and others. i think he should get an arc

technically all the acotar characters are morally grey (well maybe except gwyn, emerie and tarquin..lucien too i guess)

i know there’s debates on whether rhys can be considered one but I think he is. the issue is sjm wrote the acotar world very black and white. sometimes she picks and chooses when her characters are allowed to be morally grey and this happens a lot with rhys (honestly with tamlin and nesta..etc. practically where we see odd double standards) this honeslty does a disservice to rhys’s character and the others as well

i’m not saying that tamlin didnt abuse feyre because he did but it’s pretty clear that he gets over demonized a bit

rhys may be one of my favs but im fully aware that he’s been abusive at times and isnt not a perfect character (clearly). i dont think he was ever meant to be technically.

i feel like a lot of the male characters trauma gets swept under the rug. (Lucien, Rhys, Cassian and even Tamlin) idk about azriel yet tbh

for some reason im obsessed with vassa and jurian..honestly the band of exiles in general. i cant wait to see more of them

i hope elain ends up with lucien and the band of exiles

i know a lot of ppl hate the idea of nesta or gwyn getting to some degree with rhys but i think it’ll be good for him bc they’d give it too him straight (maybe even elain tbh)

you know how cassian and feyre have special friendship as well as nesta and azriel...i’d like to see that with rhys and someone (most likely gwyn, i think she makes more sense than elain..plus they have more in common)

im not anti any characters. i like all of them but ill still call them out on their shit when warranted 

my least favorite character in general is amren tho

the most believable friendships in the IC are the bat boys (rhys, cassian and azriel) and cassian and feyre (maybe feyre and mor)

i do think azriel and rhys are in a rough patch atm tho (doesnt mean that they dont love each other tho)

id like to see feyre make friends outside of the IC (im not saying that mor has been terrible to her but she should branch out)

the valkyries definitely have a healthier full group

19 notes - Posted July 2, 2022

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[haunted-house-heart]

ok finally making an intro to pin <3

you can call me emery or ghost, or if you know my other names you can use those too! my pronouns are they/it. i’m autistic, queer, nonbinary, demibiro, and ace <3

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[sayosdreams]

Nessian prompts:

Cassian finds Nesta having a panic attack in the bathroom bc of the bathtub

Established relationship. Cassian has a nightmare about losing his wings. Nesta tells Cassian he’s more than his wings.

Cassian braids Nesta’s hair for her

Nesta and Cassian secret dating in order to avoid criticism from their family but then Mor is playfully flirting with Cassian and Nesta is jealous/mad

Nesta and Cassian are both famous. Their fans start shipping them and writing fanfic about them. Their friends and family think it’s hilarious. One day someone sends them some ✨revealing✨ fanart

Nesta and Cassian were high school sweethearts. They took different paths after high school and decided to break things off but now they’re both back in town and the attraction and emotions and connection is still there. But they’ve gone through things during their time apart... (hint: TomASS)

Nesta, Lucien and Emerie are best friends. ((Yup that’s the whole prompt))

Nesta is sad on the anniversary of her mom’s death. Feyre doesn’t remember the exact date. Cassian is trying to figure out what’s up. Rhys pushes Nesta too hard, but Nesta is basically drained. The IC is like “what’s wrong w her” but then Elain comes into the room and is like “what’s going on” and no one answers and then Elain sees Nesta’s face and hugs her and is like “mom would have been so proud of you” and then Nesta is like “no shes wouldnt” and then they have a in depth convo abt their mom and misogyny and social expectations and Feyre joins in but EVERYONE ELSE LEAVES BC ITS NOT THEIR PLACE

Nesta and Cassian are in love and are mates BUT they’re not mated bc Nesta has no idea how that’s supposed to go down and Cassian knows that Nesta has reservations abt the concept of matehood so he’s perfectly content to just be w her and show that he chose to love her, not the Cauldron, and won’t tell her how the mating thing is supposed to happen.

Wing Sin. Cassian’s wings. Smut but make it emotional, as we go through the whole Cassian-almost-scarified-his-wings things and wings-make-you-Illyrian and all that kinda identity stuff. And then obv Nesta will have to be like I love u — I love your scars and your laugh, your jokes and your tears, your hugs and your fears. And then they’ll bond over how both of them are a little rough and hard but also so passionate and fierce and caring and then yeah smut and love.

Cassian telling Nesta about Illyrian culture (yes I refuse to believe that they don’t have a culture)

Talking about the future Nesta wanted (as in, her dreams when she was a kid) & the future she was supposed to have (like, marry someone and have a bunch of kids and stuff)

Nesta and Cassian discussing the issue of Mor

Cassian is an architect. Nesta is a lawyer, who likes to write in her free time. They are both hired by the same company who wants to expand their space. They attend meeting together and romance and drama ensue.

Nesta explores her powers. Cassian explores his.

Nesta and Cassian adopt a baby.

Variant: Nesta and Cassian adopt a child (not a baby — child is over the age of 7). The IC, who are settled down in couples with only 1 or 2 kids MAX bc far pregnancy is supposedly rare, are nice to the child and all that, but they don’t rly accept the kid as Nesta & Cassian’s. They keep being like “Nesta, Cassian, when r u gonna have a baby” and Nesta and Cassian are like um we already have a kid. And the kid asks Nesta and Cassian if they’re gonna be replaced by a baby / the kid says “I’m sorry u can’t have a baby” but then Nessian explains that it’s not that they can’t get pregnant, it’s that they wanted to adopt the kid and yeah that’s it

Bonus:

Random idea I thought of but imagine the plot twist if Elain ended up with Mor?

I’m tagging a few ppl who may be interested: @moanypony8 @bakingandbooks3 @perseusannabeth @danaanruhn

[queerchoicesblog]

Second Chances (OH, Harper x F!MC)

My @choicesjulychallenge (hosted by our lovely British beanie @kinda-iconic) officially starts with an Open Heart fic about one of my fave characters that I hope will get more screen time during book 2 that is to say Dr. Harper Emery. As I mentioned before, even though the Harper x F!MC is a slow-burn and here it's basically just implied, I decided to tag it with the pairing so that you know what to expect. Also, a special thank to @emeryharper for beta reading this & brainstorming with me and @brightpinkpeppercorn: my friend, our convos definitely fueled my imagination for this fic!

In short, after the hearing and the argument with Aurora, Harper reflects on her life choices on Edenbrook’s rooftop out of prying eyes. But after a while, Dr. Valentine finds her and eventually say a few magic words that will encourage Harper to take the decision we were all waiting for: going back to her previous post. I feel it would have been a nice addition to the final chapter: hope you enjoy it! 🙌🏻

Prompt: Regrets

Word Count: 2126

Disclaimer: mentions to racism & misogyny; also this fic was inspired by Shake It Out by Florence + The Machine, in case you haven't noticed already xD

Perma Tag: @brightpinkpeppercorn @melodyofgraves @bhavf @abunchofbadchoices @silverhawkenzie @begging-for-kamilah @kennaxval @strangerofbraidwood @crazypeanat @desiree-0816

Open Heart Tag: @korrasamixfan @bubblygothzombie @emeryharper 

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Regrets collect like old friends here to relieve your darkest moments

A gust of wind blew over Harper's face, drying a tear at the corner of her eye. As soon she marched off the hearing room, she made a beeline to the elevator and reached Edenbrook hospital's rooftop. She needed air, she needed space. That's why she didn't head to her office: she needed a place to hide, even just for a moment. And she didn't want anyone to see her like that.

God, what a hell of a morning. Aurora's words still echoed in her head. Ever since I got here, you've used me to feel like you're still practicing. No? Tell me how you don't miss being a surgeon. How much you love paperwork and kissing up to scumbags like Declan Nash!

And then there was Valentine's speech. The fear and the determination waltzing in her dark eyes. She reminded Harper her younger self: she was so headstrong and fierce too, so filled with that idealism that almost brought to best intern Edenbrook had in ages to lose everything. She came impossibly close to her ruin. And yet she stood there, facing the Committee, not flinching even when Mr. Martinez moved closer.

Harper envied that courage, that brave foolishness for a moment. The fire burning in Dr. Valentine's eyes when she asked her to call that hearing. Harper knew that fire too. Once. No, not so long ago yet...the truth was that she missed its warmth.

What was left of herself? Of that young woman who beamed in front of the mirror putting on her brand new scrubs? The scrubs she worked so hard to wear. Harper looked down at her elegant blue dress under the white coat, her heels. She once used to joke with her college friends that working in a hospital was tough but at least you don't have to wear heels all the time like in most jobs. Joke's on me I guess, she thought, grimacing and looking back to the horizon as if to bury that unpleasant realization.  What has become of me?

Life happened. Seven years of residency happened. For half of them as soon she was walked into the operating room she was welcomed with "oh it's you today? Oh boy, you'll cut yourself sooner than you cut the patient" or  at times even "you sure you didn't get lost, sugar?". Harper brushed the comments off and worked twice as hard to earn the respect she deserved. But she soon discovered that there were other things medical school didn't prepare her for. Rumors that she had her residency only due to her mother's prestigious name in the field or "so that the hospital can say they support diversity: maybe they will put her face on the ads so they can tell they hire Blacks". Patients refusing to be operated by "a brown doctor". Trying to make them reason as politely as you can but being forced to give up when the Head of the department intervenes and assigns the case to a colleague when the patient doesn't flinch. She took his place in the end, becoming the youngest Head of neurosurgery in the history of Massachusetts. It had been a wild triumphal ride since her first day as an intern: she never stopped nor flinched and...eventully it took a toll on her.

Before she could process it, she was at the verge of her career and watched closely by anyone. She was in command finally but life can hardly be under control. With power came responsibilities as well as the most desperate cases. "We're in your hands, Emery". "Dr. Emery we have a red code". And she did everything she could, even more. But sometimes even if you do "whatever it takes", it's still not enough and you have to call the time of death. So, as time went by, she walked out the O. R. emotionally drained, aching both physically and inside, to tell the bad news to a newlywed woman, to parents and sons worried sick for the beloved one they trusted her to save. Their tears and pain tore her apart too. Why couldn't she do best? That was not enough. Once the mother of a young boy, overcome by grief, yelled in her face that she killed her Asim: "Why are you even Head if you let people die? And you're even one of us?! My boy did nothing wrong, he wasn't even driving the car and you....he would have turned 21 in a month and it's your fault if he...you were supposed to save him! That's what doctors do, they don't kill people! What do I do now without my Asim? What do I do now?". Security had to intervene and drag her away but the woman's angry words of inconsolable grief had already cut Harper open.

That night she stopped in front of a liquor store. It took all her remaining strength to pick her phone and select a number with shaking hands as she was standing a couple of steps away from the door. "Naveen, it's Harper. You said I could call you earlier and...if I send you an address can you pick me? I hate to ask you that but...yes, I'll-ll take a seat and wait, I just could use a friend tonight". They talked for hours over the giant ice-cream Naveen bought her. "Ice-cream is better for wounds and tastier" he explained, handing her a spoon "...or so my niece said when she was little. She's no doctor, but she's a Michelin-starred chef now so she must know a thing or two, right?".

One week later Harper threw her hat in the ring for the position of Chief of Medicine.

Needless to say, she started regretting her decision very soon. She wasn't born for being behind a desk, "but sometimes you have to allow yourself to breathe. You know, like a normal person" Naveen commented, shaking her hand on her first day as an administrator.

Nonetheless, she took the new post seriously and did her job at the hearing: she spoke in Valentine's defense as much as she was allowed to, she voted nay. She finally told that scumbag of Declan off for good. But...Aurora was right. And she could hardly feel relieved for the positive outcome of the hearing.

Harper sighed and gazed off into the horizon, lost in her own train of thoughts.

Then, out of the blue, someone cleared their throat a few steps behind her.

"Dr. Emery?"

Harper didn't turn but recognized the voice.

"Valentine?"

Meredith tentatively walked closer to her side.

"I...I wanted to thank you"

"Thank me?" Harper asked, visibly surprised even if she tried to conceal it.

"Yes, for allowing me this hearing. And for speaking in my defense"

Harper winced still caught in her own thoughts.

"I only stated facts. You did a good job that night, you deserved credit for it. No need to thank me"

"You could have said nothing after all the trouble I caused to the hospital. To everyone. To you with the lawsuit and all. Yet you helped me dodge that bullet. So yes, I need to thank you, Dr. Emery"

Harper smiled grimly to herself and nodded to signal that she acknowledged it. She was too tired and emotionally drained to formulate an answer.

Silence settled between them as the two of them looked at Boston's skyline at the horizon. Dr. Emery sighed deeply, inhaling the cool air of the morning. Yes, she needed to breathe. Even if her soul could found no peace at the thought of everything that happened that morning. Teresa would have loved the show though. That last thought would have made her smile, even laugh under other circumstances but now she winced instead.

It was weird though: she was still looking away yet she could feel Valentine's concerned gaze on her, like a hand reassuringly stroking her back. The intern kept quiet and Harper was secretly grateful of the respect the young doctor showed for her need of space and silence. Just the gusts of winds cradling her forlorn thoughts.

Dr. Valentine...what a hurricane she had been at Edenbrook. Harper had noticed her from afar. So headstrong, so dedicated, so empathic. You could tell by the look in her eyes when a patient addressed her: even during the E. R. emergency she took time to calm down both patients and staff so that they could catch a breath and regain confidence. Even Rory. She had this leading skill out of instinct: delegate, motivate and work hard. Harper could have sworn that at that very moment with gurneys crowding the hall filled with bleeding and scared patients, Valentine felt the floor crumbling behind her feet...but she did her best to appear as calm as possible. Even now she was a calming presence, standing quietly at her side. However, the Chief couldn't help but considered that by this time the scenario could have been totally different. If it wasn't for Mr. Martinez and Naveen, Valentine could have been gone. And she couldn't have saved her, just like Asim. God, I'm even useless as Chief, she mentally noted to herself.

A bunch of words slipped out of her, as if Harper was speaking to herself, before she could stop them.

"It was too close, Valentine. Too close"

Since they fell into a pained silence, she added a thought that had kept troubling her since Meredith asked her to call the hearing.

"We could have lost you"

This last sentence came out as barely a whisper.

"I know now" Meredith commented grimly.

The weight of what happened must have sunk in, Harper thought, noticing how little glee and relief were in Valentine's voice.

After a moment the young doctor's phone beeped. Meredith checked it and sighed. She reluctantly let go of the railing and took a step back.

"Thanks for giving me a second chance: I promise you to grow from this. I have learned my lesson, I think"

Harper nodded again. It was still too painful to talk.

She heard the sound of the footsteps of Meredith walking back to the stairs. After the door opened, her voice came to her once more.

"Oh and Dr. Emery, if I may" Meredith started saying but immediately took a pause as if to choose carefully her next words.

"I'm not the only one getting a second chance today. Please consider this when going through what's...troubling you"

A second chance...

Harper turned as the swinging of the metallic door echoed behind her. Dr. Valentine was nowhere to be found.

A second chance, Harper repeated to herself. It sounded like a prayer, the line of a song filled with hope and promises of a better future.

Valentine was...right. She didn't have to be held down by her demons. She could fight back and stood fearless and victorious in front of them. Just like Valentine showed her. A memory suddenly hit her. When her first supervisor asked her if she was sure she had what it took to be a surgeon, a neurosurgeon, her younger self, head high and determination written all over her face, looked at him right in the eye and answered:

"Would I be here otherwise? You may try to taunt me as you wish, Sir, but I'm not going anywhere. I worked hard for this and I'm here to stay. And, in case you haven't noticed yet, I'm born to fight"

Harper smiled to herself reminiscing that episode. That day a doctor nearby accidentally eavesdropped the conversation while filling some papers. He looked up and asked her name. He gave her a pat on the shoulder before disappearing down a corridor nearby. The same day he requested that she assisted him in an operation. That's how she met her mentor. The wise man who taught her how to be the best neurosurgeon she could be and...to save herself first.

What he didn't teach her was to be a quitter.

She was not a quitter.

I'm born to fight, Harper repeated to herself. And I will.  I may have lost a battle but the victory, oh the victory is mine.

This is my last day as a Chief.

Harper threw one last look to the Boston skyline and straightened her coat. She knew what to do now. She needed to find Naveen. And Aurora.

And I've been a fool, and I've been blind I could never leave the past behind I can see no way, I can see no way I'm always dragging that horse around Our love is pastured to a mournful sound Tonight I'm gonna bury that horse in the ground I like to keep my issues strong It's always darkest before the dawn