#doctorobinson

[thewritcrinme]

@doctorobinson​

As usual, family dinners were amazing at the Robinson household -- minus the fact that she was missing her brother. Still, it was nice to have normalcy around here. A part of her always feared that it would go away, that there would be something else. But they’d cross that bridge if they were able to get back to it, correct? With both her dad and biological father in the picture, it made Judy wonder how her mom felt. Penny had boy drama of her own, and she was still a child so it’s not as if she could ask Penny for advice. 

But there was something she had to ask her mother about, something she had no experience in whatsoever. When everyone went their own ways after dinner, Judy stayed back to help her mom clean up. As the room was cleared off, Judy cleared her throat -- a way to catch her mother’s attention perhaps. “How-- How are you holding up mom?” she found herself asking. Feelings and emotions -- how did she manage to keep them under control? Her love for her dad was greater, but what about Grant? Was there anything there for him? If so, how was she holding up?

[anarcalina]

          // @doctorobinson​ sent,  ❝ you were crying out in your sleep… do you need me to stay ? ❞

          She’s scarcely a child anymore, and for a fleeting moment, something in her bristles, a defiance born not of anger towards her mother but of teenage stubbornness and a frustration for all they’ve endured.    ❛ I’m fine, Mom, ❜    she finds herself replying as if on instinct. She’s not, though. Not ‘fine.’ Not truly, for all she convinces herself, most of the time, that she is, for all she writes away her fears, couching them behind words that both acknowledge and conceal.

          The glimmering remnants of Penny’s dream fade even as she speaks, but she can still feel the ice cold terror it induced. And for all her words, for all the brave face she assumes in an effort not to seem the child, the undeserving, the lesser when stood side beside with Judy, with Will, she doesn’t want her mom to leave, doesn’t want to be alone. She attempts to brush it off with feigned casualness, usual snark forsaking her and falling far short of the mark.    ❛ But you could stay. For a bit. If you wanted. ❜   

[servatysarch]

HOW   MANY   TIMES   WILL   SHE   TELL   HERSELF   THE   BEATING   ORGAN   AT   HOME   IN   HER   CHEST   IS   NOT   AN   ASSET   BUT   A   WEAPON?      it is here,      in the silent chambers of her mind,      that she is forced to remind herself:     [   my heart is the reason i am who i am,   that i can do what i do.  ]      she cannot shed her skin and become somebody else.      logically,      unless through psychotic break       ———     and even then she could argue there is nothing logical about the mind tearing itself apart     ———      she also cannot simply forget she is human,      all skin and bones and organs and that fragile little thing called sanity.

❝      when have you ever had to worry about me?      ❞      her spine tucks a little straighter,      jaw tight,      chin angled upward;     a visage of confidence.       ❝      we do whatever it takes to get something done,      right?      and then we do it all again...      however   we   have   to...      because we’re robinson’s.      i can handle it,      trust me.      ❞      /      * @doctorobinson ,       ❛  don’t  get  all  hard  &  forget  that  you’re  human .  ❜

[isgull-moved]

        Penny fights the urge to roll her eyes even with   her back turned, the pressing and swiping on the tablet becoming a little more aggressive. It would be useless to tell her mother how she felt about always getting the dummy jobs, anyway. As much as Penny would hate to admit it, those were the only tasks she could accomplish without failing horribly. Judy’s jobs were too technical, Will’s jobs required a certain level of intellect that she clearly didn’t have, and her jobs were levels lower on complexity. That was how the three of them were ranked both her parents’ eyes too, probably. “It’s nothing, mom, really — just being a moody teenager in space like I was back on earth,” she says with a mirthless chuckle.

@doctorobinson​ said :  “but … but i can’t help you if i don’t know what’s going on. so you have to talk to me, please.”   /   meme : accepting !

[betrayher-arc]

───     @doctorobinson​​​     (     𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍     𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍     )     *   gets     a     ONE     LINER  !

“     can    we    talk ?    ”

nervous    energy    has    one    hand    fussing    with    the    collar    of    her    top ,    desperation    plain    on    her    face .

[duefaith-a]

          ❛            This is what I bring to the team. ❜    The second joke follows almost apologetically in the wake of the first, scarcely less deadpan than before. It bears the weight of habitual self-deprecation and an understanding of how truly, legitimately awful his initial joke had been. His team would know merely to roll their eyes, to ignore the pathetic attempt at humor and continue about their work. Yet in the company of others, he feels obliged to at least acknowledge it, lest he be taken seriously ( god forbid ).

          // @doctorobinson​​ liked for a starter.

[sowithout]

@doctorobinson​​ asked:  "men go to battle. women wage war."

        a half smile makes itself apparent on his expression ---- not that he finds the situation amusing ,    or anything .    nor is he laughing at her .    in fact ,   if anything ,    he finds that passion of hers admirable .    he lowers his head slightly ,    refraining from eye contact for a moment .     𝗛𝗘 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗦 𝗔 𝗦𝗣𝗢𝗧 𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗠 ,    𝗙𝗢𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗡 𝗜𝗧 .    it’s just a small crack in the desktop .   there’s no telling where it came from .    it’s just an easy place for his eyes to linger .

                  ❛      war isn’t really what you want ,    though .     ❜    he comments ,    though it doesn’t sound so much like a statement and more like a query .     he turns his gaze back up to hers .      ❛      is it ?     ❜

[betrayher]

*     @doctorobinson​​ ​    transmitted  :     “     ∗ 11﹕    a     text     sent     from     across     the     room .     ”     ───     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑     𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄 .

[     text :     𝐌 .     𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍     ]     i     can     hear     you    thinking    from    here .

[     text :     𝐌 .     𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍     ]     should     i     be     concerned ?

[smuggld]

@doctorobinson​​ asked:  "I was wrong about you, by the way." Her voice is quiet. She doesn't even really look at him. If they weren't the only two in the room, it wouldn't be clear she was referring to him at all. "All those things I said when we first met... I was wrong. I just realized I never got a chance to tell you that." Finally, her gaze turns on him and he's met with a small smile. "You're a good man, Don West." Her hand covers his, squeezes lightly. "We're all lucky to have you."

                 the problem with don west is that he’s used to just getting by .   he’s used to doing what he needs to do ,    what he can do ,   and what he has to do .    it’s only recently ,   really ,    that he started doing things for other people .    there’s a certain reward in it ;    that feeling of knowing you’ve done something good ,    but also that feeling of knowing that person owes you .    and yet ,    what he realises ,    at least with the robinsons ,   is that he’d never really feel the urge to cash in on it .    not even for a compliment --  although it’s nice to be appreciated considering it’s not something he’d do often .    for anyone .    he guesses they’re special in that way .    he’s warmed up to them ,   at least .           still ,    this ?    from maureen ?   he doesn’t really expect it .   one dark eyebrow arcs as he glances at her ,    questioning her words mentally .    a good man ?    he almost scoffs ,   but he’s put off the instinctual reaction when her hand closes over the top of his .    he doesn’t consider himself a “ good man . “    he considers himself  “ just a guy , “    because  “ just a guys “  can get by without being held back by moral principles and what not .    but ,   hell ,   even he knows he’s been held back by moral principles way too often to count ,   because he feels absolutely terrible about doing the opposite .    his hand shifts a little under hers .

           still ,   nothing changes .   he does what he does best --  cover up all the feelings with a joke .    because it’s easier than admitting that her words have touched him and it’s easier than admitting to himself that he never even tried to prove her wrong .     ❛    is this a bad time to tell you i ate the last yogurt ?    ❜

[thewritcrinme]

“ when you love something, you protect it. ” ( @ judy )

Protective Prompts -- always accepting

Her mother's words rang through her mind. She knew that; She loved her family.. She loved her mother, and her father, her brother and her sister. And soon enough there was also Don and that stupid chicken Debbie. Could she deny the fact that she didn't love Grant? No. Because there was a part of her that did. A part of her that truly looked up to him, and will always look up to him.

Then there was her mother's words again. Was she asking her to protect something on her behalf? Was it to save her father from heartbreak or was she protecting Grant Kelly from heartbreak? What about her? Judy knew that her mother loved them. All of them. But hearing her say such a thing only piqued her curiosity.

"And you know i'll always protect you, right?" she finally asked as she looked up at her mother. "I love you." she added as if to remind her mother that Judy wouldn't dare say a word. That she would also protect her mother, no matter what the secret. No matter what was going on. She'd protect her family if she had to because she loved them all.

She would even protect the stupid little chicken that ran around their living room because she loved it. So did her mother have to worry about Judy judging her? Or hating her? No. They were a family and Judy would always protect her mother, too. --@doctorobinson

[anarcalina]

          // @doctorobinson​ sent,  ❝ moments like this are what i imagine heaven to be like . ❞

          Quiet settles in the wake of makeshift celebrations, yet the laughter forced to keep at bay the ever-heavy reminders of their predicament still rings hollow upon his ears. Yet it’s quiet, and peaceful ( for all the winds that howl and waves that beat upon the narrow shore ), and the weight of her leans against his shoulder, and he understands, understands more than he can put words to. 

          John glances down at her, eyebrows raised. With effort, he keeps a smile at bay.    ❛ Really? Your heaven is methane atmospheres and barren beaches without a blade of green in sight. ❜    For a moment, he considers prolonging the joke, suggesting that they need never have boarded the Resolute, need never have left Earth. After all their travails, however, he doesn’t have the heart for it; it hits too close to home, to doubts for which they can have no space. They are here, and here they must be, no second guessing and no remorse for what might otherwise have been. 

          Instead, he frees his arm to drape across her shoulders, squeezing tight for a moment in reassurance that he does only jest, and that he does understand.

[servatysarch]

❛  i  know  that  you’re  scared ,  so  am  i .  ❜      /   &.   @doctorobinson​ !

scared is the understatement of the year      ———      is   the   retort   that   looms   on   the   tip   of   her   tongue.      there’s a lump sitting in penny’s throat,      and she has told herself growing accustomed to it would be the mature thing to do as opposed to torturing herself into swallowing it away.      [   i am not a child.   i do not wish on shooting stars for things will not happen.   ]      away sounds like pipe dream worse than a nightmare.      see,      if this were a movie,      she thinks the score could entirely be made out of the thrum,      thrum,      thrum of her heart;      a loud,      nauseating but ever persistent echo in her ear.

❝      are you craving chocolate donuts too?      because that’s what i really am.      ❞      timbre remains monotone,      if only for the twine of sarcasm breaking through the cracks.      it is far simpler to choke it down than it is to feel like a bystander to the turbulence taking place inside of your own vessel.      a few beats of silence pass.      only then does she lift her eyes to cast a glance over at her mother.      ❝      i’m fine,      mom.      ❞

[isgull-moved]

        “Uh, how long have you been standing there?” It was   a question that she probably already knew the answer to, but Penny wonders if her mother would spare her a little and lie. She was sure everyone had seen Liam arrive earlier and were trying to listen in on how she was dumping him. Whatever drama or sensational exchange they were hoping for wasn’t there, though; in true Liam Tufeld fashion, he’d been all nice and humble about it, and painfully understanding. And now Penny felt bad.

@doctorobinson​ - send 💬  for me to make you a starter with a random line of dialogue from this generator.

[betrayher-arc]

───      @doctorobinson​     (     𝐌𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍     𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍     )     gets     a     *     PLOTTED     STARTER  !

she     comes     to     sharply ,     all     at     once ,     and     all     she     knows     for     several     seconds     is     the     pain     in     her     head ;     groaning ,     she     shuts     her     eyes     against     harsh     light ,     tries     to     get     her     thoughts     in     order .

“     god     .  .  .     uh ,     what     happened ?     ”

it’s     the     first     thing     that     comes     to     mind ,     a     flood     of     other ,     better     questions     following .     to     say     there     are     gaps     in     her     memory     would     be     a     𝐕𝐀𝐒𝐓     𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 .     panic     doesn’t     take     long     to     well     in     her     chest     and     she     forces     herself     to     breathe     through     it ,     grounding     in     the     physical .     (     not     exactly     easy     to     do     when     sitting     up     makes     her     this     dizzy ,     but     it’s     an     input     she     can     trust ,     anyway .     )

“     what’s     ───     𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄     𝐀𝐌     𝐈 ?     ”

[moondszt]

*     m .     kelly     /     @doctorobinson​ !     # sc .

▌     drink     in     hand ,     molly     leans     casually     against     the     outpost’s     famous     pool     table .     she’s     staring     at     the     other     girls ,     all     situated     across     the     bar     from     them ,     to     avoid     looking     at     maureen .     it’s     almost     subconscious     -     she     still     doesn’t     trust     this     program     to     get     past     month     one ,     and     there     are     defense     mechanisms     wired     into     that     belief     that     she’s     held     since     the     mercury     days .

“     so ,     word     is     you’ve     got     a     kid     now .     ”

[azarchive]

what's the scent of your soul?

rosemary

ah, the old soul, nice to meet you again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. i'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being Perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.

stolen from @pyreshe ♡ tagging: @annelistre , @everstride (laura!) , @doctorobinson , @fortislumen (maze or maria!) @computerlads , @entropystained , @danviers , @starsdestined (kathryn) and you!