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@unsided She couldn’t help the constant motion of her left leg, the right leg crossed over it. Up and down, constantly jiggling, but the motion kept her calm. She shouldn’t be here. She was fine. Hell, to be fair she should be still be in the military because she was fine, but regardless of that she shouldn’t be sitting in a waiting room to see a therapist. She didn’t need to talk. She didn’t need to open up and cry. She felt fine, other than constantly sore and forgetful and clumsy. But the therapist refused to end her therapy, refused to close the case and insisted that there was something there. Something that even Annie didn’t know, apparently. At least it was only three hours a week. And really, it wasn’t that bad. Not like she had anything else to do anyway. She pulled a piece of gum from her pocket, popping it into her mouth as she surveyed the waiting room. Her eyes fell on the clock and she sighed; sessions were running behind, and the waiting room was hot. The jiggling of her leg ceased, followed instead of popping her gum. Chew, chew, pop. Chew, chew, pop. Chew, chew, pop. Chew, chew -- “Ahem.”  -- Pop. Annie locked eyes with the person sitting across from her, glaring, and Annie offered a frown in return. “Sorry,” she mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest as she sunk into the chair. The jiggling leg resumed.

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Monstrous Headcanons:

Because we can’t all just put brains in jars to see how they tick.

♦ - HOARD - something that is precious to them ✿ - DECAY - an old memory, from childhood perhaps ⚔ - DUEL - a meeting or relationship that was important to them ♥ - STAKED - a jarring event, something that changed their life/outlook ∇ - TOMBSTONE - who they are versus who they appear to be ☼ - DAYSTAR - a secret they don’t want coming to light ☂ - THUNDERSTORM - a difficult or miserable time in their life ⚖ - SCALES - how well they balance their good and bad impulses ϟ - LIGHTNING - something they thought they’d left in the past, returned ☢ - BIOHAZARD - the most dangerous thing about them to others ♬ - DIRGE - a habit, hobby, or obsession they can’t seem to shake ■ - LAIR - where they live, work, or spend most of their time ☠ - DEATH - the closest it’s come to touching their life

Ask on-anon or off!

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svinglives:

“Twenty eight’s still pushing it.” Mark commented with a sigh, she’d been staring at him for god knows how long. “It says it there.” He nodded towards the sign. 

.”Well it sounds like you’re just ancient then,” Annie grumbled, having to resist the urge to stick out her tongue and cement his point even further. She squinted her eyes slightly at the sign he nodded towards, and sighed. “Yeah, sure, but this place is a maze. It says to go that way but then the signs end.”

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“...I was going to ask you which way outpatient was, dude. And I’m twenty-eight, just...small.”

@thatlittlesealgirl​  |  starter call

“Listen – you’re practically old enough to be my kid – we can’t do this.”

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i’ve added a grey’s anatomy verse (and another that could work as a grey’s verse), which can be found HERE along with all of annie’s information! if you’d be interested in plotting or interacting, either like this or shoot me a message!

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hay hay haaaaaay new followers! i’ve updated annie’s about page, changed her faceclaim and have replied to the threads i have. but now, naurally, i’m looking for moooooore! right now i have three verses, but i’m working on more. annie’s MAIN verse is her jurassic world verse, where she’s a handler and trainer for the nothosaurus breed. another verse is her military verse where she is in the navy as a search and rescue swimmer. third is a post-military verse where she is NOT in jurassic world but trying to figure out life outside of the military (and probably living with her parents due to her injuries). and i’m working on another one where she loses a leg int he military because i’m watching grey’s anatomy and like to cause myself pain. if you want to plot, shoot me a message! or like this and i’ll message you! 

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chaordiic:

                      OWEN DOESN’T argue, watching her go through what seems to be a daily routine. Prescription medication. It’s vaguely humbling, considering he has an idea as to why she’d need them. Owen doesn’t make a point to bring attention to his observations. Doesn’t intend to get too involved. “Don’t be too hard on yourself, Wright. You’re good at a lot of things. Flexibility is practically a virtue, in my book.” He quips, suggestive. Offers her a languid smile, lopsided, with teeth. Roguish, but amiable, too. On a more serious note, he adds, “Nothosaurus’ seem to be in good hands.” 

                   Owen pulls his shirt down over his head. Suppose he’s distracted, taking this long to actually put it on. He’s never felt uncomfortable in his own skin, has never had an issue with nudity in general. Besides—- she’s seen him in a lot less. “It’s just a suggestion,” He retorts, a humph of laughter resounding in his throat. Brows arch, accentuating the leery expression he deliberately conveys, “Maybe you haven’t had the right meat in your mouth.” 

                  He doesn’t immediately respond. Owen remembers her taking his wrist in her hand, guiding it to her neck, until his fingers were around her throat, and he could feel her pulse palpitating underneath his palm. He’d been a little too willing to oblige her, without a word, without persuasion. The skin of his fingertips buzz with the memory. “None that’ll last,” He answers, carefully, accepting the belt she proffers with a nod. “I don’t usually get carried away.” He’s willing to own up to that rare lapse of restraint, as he folds the hem of his shirt up around his chest to curl his belt through the loops of his pants, clasping the buckle. 

                                                   “So— thanks for not givin’ me shit about that.”                                                                   Half-joking, half-serious.

“I’m good at a lot of things I shouldn’t be good at, according to my parents, if that counts.” Annie’s smile was impish, and she offered a quick shrug. “And yeah, I’ve noticed.” She gave a quick roll of her eyes as she re-capped the prescription bottles, before turning to face him again. His smile merited one from her in return, and it widened slightly at his praise. She averted her eyes momentarily, offering a “thanks” as she crossed her arms over her chest. “And don’t give me that it’s a fact not a compliment bullshit again, just take the thank you.” She watched him get dressed for a second before realizing she should do the same herself. She’d thrown on her suit, but she’d been told more than once that she should wear actual clothes on top of the bathing suit when she was anywhere other than the enclosure. She moved past him to the dresser behind him, pulling out a pair of shorts and a polo shirt. The latter wasn’t really her preference whatsoever, but it would help in hiding the bruises lining her throat from the night before. She couldn’t really blame those injuries on much else, considering falling and landing on her throat didn’t sound feasible regardless of how clumsy she was. Besides, they were looking oddly hand-print shaped. She rolled her eyes, glancing over her shoulder with a mumble of “last night would seem to prove otherwise” in response to the quip he’d offered. She wiggled into her shorts but paused with the shirt, remembering his suggestion of peppermint oil from earlier. Leaving the shirt on her bed, she moved across the room again to grab a bottle of the stuff and ease some onto her hands. Rubbing it into her neck, she turned to face him again and smiled. “I haven’t had much of a chance yet, I’ve been awake for like ten whole minutes. I’ve got all day to do that.” But her tone was playful, and she shrugged. “Besides, we both seemed to have gotten carried away, and I didn’t hear me complaining.”

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iraiism:

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   ❝I’ve–❞ He stops himself, unsure. David has been here for a little while, but couldn’t name a single reason why he even would want to be here. They had signed him off on another vacation and he just took it because he did feel tired. And after some convincing by a certain old man, he decided to use the time to travel a little. So…great. This is where he is now.  ❝I’ve gotta say, this place seems to fly over my head.❞

@iraiism​ It seemed like even on her day off, Annie couldn’t manage to keep herself away from the park. Days off were few and far between, and she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d been offered one. But, her girls were older now and required much less handling from her - the interns and side-handlers could handle the feeding every once in a child. But Annie was very possessive over the group that she’d raised,and she had little interest in staying away from them for a whole day. So after sleeping in a little,she’d thrown on a suit and a sundress over top and headed off to the tank. Just because she wasn’t working doesn’t mean that she couldn’t go hang out. She’d just taken a bite of the granola bar she’d brought with her when she heard the guest near her speak, and she paused and smiled. “Wish I could say it gets easier as time goes on...but it doesn’t. The more attractions they open, the crazier it seems to get.”

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                       BROW ARCHING, Owen allows a pursed smile in response to the quip, though he’s vaguely dubious over whether there’s some truth to her jest. “Belgian Malinois,” He corrects her, good-humored, letting the tension ease out of him slowly, surely. “It’s an MWD. They’re about as exceptional on the field as most SEALs I’ve known, if not better. Y’know, most people wouldn’t compare themselves to a dog. Lucky for you, I like dogs more than most people.”

                   Owen gestures to the area behind him with a nod, turns, twisting on his heel and stepping forward in a single fluid motion. “I’m reiterating what I’ve read on your file, Wright. A fact is better than a compliment.“ He doesn’t look back, expecting her to follow. Doesn‘t intend to remain stationary when they should be getting down to business. But Owen’s willing to multitask, continuing the conversation even as he moves towards a large set of double doors, sunlight spilling through the rounded windows. “You’ll learn to adapt,” He assures, almost flippantly. “Change isn’t bad. It is what it is. My advice? Steel those nerves about as well as your thighs. —–but I get your concerns. Wasn’t exactly thrilled about this, either. Nothin’ personal.”

                  He makes his way to a door, pushing it open with a flourish. There’s a burst of sunlight unlike the florescent lighting from within the domed building, and then the view—— the ocean, and a massive pool which led into it, at least an acre in size. In the distance, the Florida bay gleams, distorted by the heat. Owen steps out of the building, squinting slightly against the humidity. Glances behind him, and actually smiles; faint and lopsided, but a smile it remains. 

                               “Figured. Go right ahead. The sooner you strip,                                       the sooner you can meet the girls.”

“Lucky for you, I also happen to like most dogs more than people.” As a matter of fact, she liked most animals more than the great majority of people. Animals were far more predictable and easier to read; people were hard, and as a whole Annie was certainly not a people person. “And honestly, I can imagine that dogs are easier to work with than some SEALs. Just don’t pass it around that I said that.” The latter was added with an easy smile and a shrug.

Annie did her best to keep her eyes ahead and to keep them from the ground. Praise had always made her feel so incredibly awkward, and it was taking more self-will than she would like to admit to keep her cheeks from flushing. “Yeah, well,” she mumbled, rubbing the back of her neck. “Well..my file is damn right. I’m incredible. Exceptional.  But I’ve been told bragging isn’t an admirable quality, so fake humility has to do.” There. That felt better. The ball was back in her court, even if his praises had made her momentarily flustered. She knew she was good, but hearing it just felt strange.

Annie bit back a comment about how she was really not at all good  at adapting to any kind of change. She was set in her ways, and didn’t see how adding dolphins to the mix would be anything but confusing. “I survived my deployment, I’ll be just fine. Survived worse than dolphins, for damn sure,” she mumbled more to herself than to him. But really, she was nervous. She’d worked so damn hard at her profession, and had shown nothing but profession. Throwing her for a loop made her grouchy, but she was also semi-excited to see how things would play out. ”How long have you been training them for?” Her eyes trailed back to him as she idly followed after him, quickly taking in her surroundings. “And do that have names?” That question was oddly important to her, but she wanted to respect the animals she’d be spending the majority of her time with for the foreseeable future. “And is there any way for me to tell them apart? I skipped dolphin lessons in high school, so I’m not exactly going to be able to tell them apart by their squeaks...yet anyway.” Relief washed over her and she made quick work of discarding the standard-issue wetsuit that was suffocating her. She kicked it aside before bending over to pick it up and fold it neatly, setting it aside.The bikini she’d thrown on underneath was the same black shade as the wetsuit, as she’d been afraid to pick out a brightly colored one in case it would set off the dolphins or something; her brief Google search hadn’t given her enough reassurance. She made quick work of fixing her hair, loosening the pony tail and adjusting it to a looser bun. While uniform standards needed to be upheld most of the time, this certainly had to be an exception. She’d grown up in this water and would certainly die if she went in that covered.

“It’s Annie, by the way,” she offered once she was settled. “Or Wright.Or hey you. Anything other than Annette, really.”

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so...i think i’m coming back to the roleplay world after a super long hiatus! who knows if anyone even still follows this, but uh, if you do, hey! come plot! and stuff.

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Protective sentence starters

“I wont let anything happen to you.”

“Get behind me.”

“I would die for you.”

“I’ve got you.”

“I wont let them hurt you.”

“Tell me who hurt you.”

“Who did this to you? I’ll kill them!”

“I’m here for you, always.”

“Sit down, tell me what happened.”

“Take my hand, I got you.”

“C’mere, gimme a hug.”

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the dog wouldnt stop crying while i was doing shit so i put him in my pocket. 

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SENTENCE  MEMES;  CARYL  FEREY’S  ZULU  PT 1:

‘ Tell me, are you scared? ’

‘ You were lucky. ’

‘ I didn’t see you go. ’

‘ I got tired of waiting for you. ’

‘ I need money. ’

‘ Look after yourself. ’

‘ Do you know this one’s name? ’

‘ Get back in bed. ’

‘ You’re not looking too good. ’

‘ Where are you taking me, Casanova? ’

‘ I’ve been waiting for you all day. ’

‘ You’ve only ever been interested in your own dick. ’

‘ I think you’re exaggerating. ’

‘ You never made me laugh. ’

‘ What are you looking for? ’

‘ She/He lied to you. ’

‘ And that wasn’t true? ’

‘ Would you like to sit down? ’

‘ You have to help me, okay? ’

‘ I thought you were friends. ’

‘ Don’t put words in my mouth. ’

‘ I woke up in the morning and you weren’t there. ’

‘ Close your eyes. ’

‘ I have nothing to say to you. ’

‘ I told you,  you can just fuck off. ’

‘ Just shut up and give me another espresso. ’

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I promise you my pain wasn’t poetic.It was days without sleep and pretending I was stable enough to continue.

i am tired of this sadness. (via ended-dreams)

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