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hc + birth

HEADCANONS// ACCEPTING

I  think  theres  a  few  scattered  answers  for  her  on  that  so  i'll  break  those  down.  or  i'll  attempt  to…

BIRTH  (  medically  );  it's  another  procedure  she  believes  isn't  taken  as  seriously  as  it  should  be.  she  was  trained  as  any  medic  would  be  while  serving  but  she  didn't  actually  imagine  she  would  be  using  this  skill.  she  genuinely  thought  it  would  be  a  simplistic  (  and  horrifying  )  as  tournoquits,  field  procedures  and  stabilization.  but  when  she  was  dropped  into  zones  that  required  extra  humanitarian  aid,  it  was  something  she  had  to  do  and  i  think  it  was  an  absolute  shock.  you  can  say  you  understand  that  not  every  place  in  the  world  has  the  same  access  to  medical  care  but  when  it  was  right  in  front  of  her  in  a  hostile  zone,  you  can't  ignore  it.  she's  delivered  babies  unsure  of  what  happens  to  the  mother  and  baby  once  they  leave,  and  that  gets  brought  back  home  with  her.  those  are  the  moments  that  stick  with  her,  and  it  becomes  an  advocacy  point  within  her  profession.  if  someone  comes  into  the  ER  ready  to  pop,  she's  in  there  very  calmly  and  focused  on  providing  the  best  care  with  the  best  equipment  that  simply  wasn't  a  luxury  in  a  war  zone.  the  matter  of  care  for  women,  in  particular  within  the  medical  system,  is  abysmal  at  best.  the  most  dangerous  thing  a  woman,  or  any  person  with  the  potential  to  give  birth,  can  do  is,  in  fact,  become  pregnant  and  give  birth.  alternatively,  anyone  who  comes  from  a  state  where  abortion  isn't  legal,  she's  working  with  efficiency  and  empathy  to  make  certain  the  CHOICE  is  exercised  and  they  are  in  control  of  their  reproductive  health.  while  i  have  not  written  her  verse  in  its  entirety,  she  would  certainly  be  volunteering  days  and  free  time  to  women's  clinics,  shelters,  veterans'  hospitals  and  planned  parenthood.  this  is  an  aspect  she's  willing  to  go  to  jail  for  or  be  reprimanded  for.

BIRTH  (  personally  ):  in  saying  all  this,  it's  still  something  she  wants  for  herself.  she  loves  children,  and  her  instincts  to  nurture  are  incredibly  strong,  but  she  doesn't  ever  imagine  it's  something  she  will  get  to  do.  the  process  itself,  she  would  probably  approach  as  very...clinical  and  almost  obsessive  in  how  she  suddenly  takes  better  care  of  everything  within  herself  because  she  has  a  soul  bound  responsibility  to  her  unborn  baby.

i don't like t.swift so it makes it so much worse that she has two songs that are very gloria. i hate it here.

something  deep  inside  her  stuttered  to  a  halt.  the  words  sank  like  a  stone  into  a  part  of  her  that  he  inhabited…WOULD  ALWAYS  INHABIT.  even  after  all  this  time,  even  after  the  wreckage  they  left  behind.  and  god,  there  was  so  much  of  it.  love  had  always  carried  a  price.  back  then,  it  had  tasted  like  urgency,  like  adrenaline  and  sweat  and  the  marrow-deep  sting  of  guilt  after.  whispered  nothings  between  flak  jackets,  fingers  curled  tight  in  the  dark,  kisses  and  teeth  pressed  into  skin  like  they  were  trying  to  rewrite  the  ending  before  it  ever  came.  war  made  monsters  and  martyrs  of  them  both.  but  frank…  frank  had  always  made  her  feel.  too  much,  too  fast  and  still  never  enough  because  she  wanted  him  to  live  beneath  her  skin.  ❛ you  think  i  want  to  be  the  reason  you  suffer  ?  ❜  he’d  split  her  open  without  trying,  peeled  back  every  wall  she’d  ever  built  and  stood  there  like  he  didn’t  even  realize  he  was  holding  the  pieces  of  her  heart  in  blood-slick  hands.

❛  i  need  you.  ❜  so  much  that  it's  caustic,  it's  worn  itself  into  the  fabric  of  her  twisted,  brutalized  soul.  she  let  her  gaze  trace  the  battle  map  of  his  body,  of  all  the healing  that  never  took,  all  the  scars  she  could  trace  by  memory.  she  remembered  every  night  since  knowing  him.  a  call  never  went  unmissed,  her  door  never  locked.  moments  where  loving  him  felt  like  betraying  herself,  her  thin  grasp  on  morality  and  fuck—  betraying  the  memory  of  his  family.  she  stepped  closer,  until  her  voice  was  right  near  his  throat,  her  palm  flat  to  the  ribs  that  never  set  right.  ❛ i  don't  know  how  to  love  anybody  else.  i  don't  know  how  to  even  try  with  anybody  else.  i'm  not  slipping  away.  ❜  her  fingers  trembled  where  they  touched  him,  but  she  didn’t  pull  back.  she  couldn’t.  ❛  if  you're  not  here,  i'm  nothing.  ❜

his body is a mess of old wounds   —   scarred   over,   stitched   up,   bruised as hell. joints   crack,   muscles   pull   tight,   and   there's   a   constant   throb   in   his   shoulder   where   the   bone   never   healed   right.    pain   is   part   of   him   now,   background   noise   he   can   fight   through.    it's   the   guilt   that   guts   him.    the   guilt   that   lingers.    just   having   her   near   feels   like   a   betrayal   all over again.    her   presence   is   medicine,   yeah   —   she   quiets   his   mind   for   a   moment,   her   voice   smooths   the   anger in him,   but she's also the wound.    a   reminder   he   didn’t   just   lose   his   family   the   day   they   were   murdered.    no,   he   lost   them   long   before   that.   in   the   missed   dinners,   late   nights   staring   at   the   ceiling   with   the   taste   of   whiskey   and   her   mouth   on   him,   the   cold   space   between   him   and   the   man   he   used   to   be.

still   wanting   her,   after   everything,   is   his   punishment.

“     tired   doesn't   matter.    ”  he   lets   the   words   hang   in   the   air.    even   if   he   was,   even   if   he   could   tire   himself   out   from   chasing   her   like   a   goddamn   dog,   he   wouldn’t   walk   away.    she   needs   him   just   as   much,   even   if   she   doesn't   say   it   out   loud.    he doesn't do soft.    he doesn’t   do   pretty   words.    but   with   her,   somehow,   it   all   feels   like   the   one   thing   worth   fighting   for.    “  i've   kept   going   this   long   because   of   you.    i’ll   be   damned   if   i   let   you   slip   away   too.    ” 

inbox : aren't  you  tired  of  all  of  this? target : @medicbled

⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐦𝐞. 𝐧𝐨𝐰. (VERY USFT!!!!) 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 - send ‘reverse’ for the sender and receiver to swap. adjust wording as needed!

[ grind ] sender straddles receiver’s lap and starts grinding against them, slow and intentional

[ whisper ] sender leans in and whispers exactly what they want to do to receiver in excruciating detail

[ wristgrab ] in the middle of a heated moment, sender pins receiver’s wrists above their head

[ needy ] sender pulls receiver into their lap, desperate and breathless, kissing them like it’s not enough

[ tease ] sender drags their lips and tongue down the length of receiver’s stomach, but stops just before going lower

[ undone ] sender undresses receiver one piece of clothing at a time, dragging it out with loaded glances

[ taste ] sender drops to their knees and starts kissing up the inside of receiver’s thighs

[ lapfull ] sender drags receiver onto their lap in the middle of a conversation, their hands already wandering

[ control ] sender takes full control, guiding receiver’s hands, body, and every motion

[ tug ] sender grips receiver’s hair and yanks their head back to kiss them roughly

[ choke ] sender wraps a hand lightly around receiver’s throat while their lips are barely apart

[ lipbite ] sender bites down on receiver’s bottom lip while grinding against them

[ praise ] in the middle of it all, sender whispers praise between every movement "just like that," "you're doing so good," "don’t stop"

[ beg ] sender makes receiver beg for it

[ mouthy ] sender licks into receiver’s mouth mid-kiss, messy and aggressive

[ suck ] sender sucks a mark into receiver’s neck, possessive and without shame

[ edge ] sender brings receiver right to the brink, over and over, refusing to let them finish

[ wrecked ] sender has one goal: to leave receiver trembling and ruined beneath them

[ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more

[ between ] sender slips a hand between receiver’s thighs while whispering, “you’ve been wanting this, haven’t you?”

[ ride ] sender pushes receiver down and climbs on top, holding eye contact the entire time

[ spit ] sender leans over and lets spit drip into receiver’s mouth before kissing them hard

[ mess ] clothes scattered, sheets ruined, bodies tangled—sender and receiver didn’t hold back

[ slow ] sender draws everything out. every stroke, every breath, every motion unbearably slow

[ possessive ] sender fucks receiver like they’re trying to make sure no one else ever will

[ overstim ] sender keeps going even after receiver's already shaking from release

[ grip ] sender grabs receiver by the hips, holding them in place while taking full control

[ hot & heavy ] sender and receiver go at it somewhere they absolutely shouldn’t

[ control freak ] sender lets receiver think they're in charge… until they flip the roles mid-way

[ lips everywhere ] sender kisses every part of receiver’s body.

[ breathless ] sender doesn’t let up until receiver is clawing at their back, gasping for air

[ all night ] sender makes sure receiver doesn’t sleep... again, and again, and again

[ tongue ] sender slides their tongue along receiver’s skin, taking their time tasting every inch

[ dark corner ] they don’t make it home! sender drags receiver into a shadowed corner and gets to work

[ eye contact ] sender holds eye contact the entire time they’re going down on receiver

[ mirror ] sender takes receiver in front of the mirror so they can both watch

𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

❝ i want to hear every sound you make. don’t hold back. ❞

❝ get on your knees—now. ❞

❝ you’re not leaving this bed until i say so. ❞

❝ look at you. all mine and dripping for it. ❞

❝ you said 'just one more time' last time, remember? ❞

❝ keep quiet, or they’ll hear. ❞

❝ is this what you wanted? me, like this, ruining you? ❞

❝ you’re shaking—already? we’ve barely started. ❞

❝ i haven’t even touched you yet, and you're already begging. ❞

❝ be good for me and spread your legs. ❞

❝ don’t you dare finish until i tell you to. ❞

❝ you’re going to be the death of me, but i’ll die happy. ❞

❝ say it. say you need me. say it louder. ❞

❝ i could do this all night. want to test me? ❞

❝ if you want more, use your words. ❞

❝ you look so pretty when you beg. ❞

❝ you’re not shy now, are you? ❞

❝ take it. like that. good. ❞

❝ tell me where you want my mouth. ❞

❝ don’t bite your lip—moan. i want to hear it. ❞

ADRIA ARJONA as Bix Caleen ANDOR | S02E03 “Harvest”

the only "support your troops" that matters 🫡

❛  i  don't  know  why  you're  telling  me.  i'm  not  involved.  you  made  that,  very  clear.  ❜

holt & diaz quote starters // @bychuck ( frankiiiieee )

❛ you are my salvation. ❜ price @muutos

she  wants  to  be  his  salvation,  wants  it  in  a  way  that  terrifies  her  enough  to  believe  him.  it’s  not  flattery,  it’s  not  sweet—it's  the  weight  of  meaning  because  john  price  doesn't  utter  a  single  syllable  he  doesn't  stand  behind.  it  lands  in  her  chest  like  a  round  at  close  range,  and  for  a  second,  all  she  can  do  is  feel  it:  the  honesty  of  it,  the  need  of  it.  fingers  pressed  into  the  hard  edge  of  his  chest,  sliding  up  the  column  of  his  throat  like  she’s  checking  if  he’s  real,  if  he’s  still  warm  under  her  palm.  he  is,  off  course  he  is.  a  man  always  burning,  always  ready  to  fight  someone  else's  war.  the  perfect  soldier,  the  selfless  leader,  giving  until  there's  nothing  left  and  still  never  staying  down.

she  leans  in,  her  forehead  pressing  into  the  curve  of  his  temple,  mouth  a  whisper  over  his  own.  her  frame  straddled  his  lap,  as  if  by  miracle,  she  could  ground  him  there.  ❛  john.  ❜  like  she's  something  soft  and  not  buried  beneath  devouring  violence,  like  she  wasn't  haunted  in  every  step  she  took.  how  could  gloria  deny  him  that  refuge?  she  wants  to  say  it’s  too  much,  that  salvation  is  too  big  a  word  for  what  she  can  give  but,  it  doesn't  change  a  long-standing  truth.  at  doesn't  change  the  fact  that  he's  her  salvation,  too.  bloodstained,  battle-worn,  but  hers.  ❛  i'll  be  anything  for  you.  ❜  her  teeth  tug  at  his  bottom  lip,  testing  reverence  with  a  flick  of  her  tongue.  it's  almost  cruel,  the  way  her  words  tremble  against  him,  how  her  nails  trace  his  jaw.  ❛  but  i  need  you  to  take.  i  need  you  to  be  selfish,  i  need  you  to  want  this  more  than  you  decided  on  your  own  grave.  ❜

@medicbled - gloria de lima. combat medic, mercenary, occasional emergency medicine doctor verse pending. @docmohan - doctor samira mohan of max's the pitt. canon & hc driven. @sweets1n - roxana flores. stripper/burlesque dancer, rockabilly baby, religious trauma and heart of pure gold and peach cobbler. @enduredshe - emersyn thompson varela. trafficking survivor, social worker, vigilante and hacker.

🌶️ SC // @pittmade

weight  of  the  day  collapsing  on  her.  days,  really,  the  last  twenty-four  hours  lay  over  her  as  a  shroud,  a  haunting  in  the  shape  of  a  double  shift.  the  door  closes,  and  she  leans  against  it,  sharp  inhale,  and  the  ghost  of  someone’s  last  breath  is  still  stuck  in  her  throat.  the  scent  of  divinity  lingers  in  the  air  from  his  cooking,  the  sterile  horrors  fade  with  the  warmth  of  home.  by  all  accounts,  she  should  eat,  she  should  sleep,  she  should  tuck  this  grief  against  the  cage  of  her  chest  for  another  time.  it's  not  enough,  it's  not  the  kind  of  sustenance  she  needs  to  survive  right  now.  she  needs  more,  she  needs  real,  she  needs  him.  gloria  sought  out  jack  like  a  sinner  pines  for  redemption.

she  didn't  say  anything,  didn't  have  the  words.  she  just  reached  —  hands  fisting  into  his  shirt,  dragging  him  down  to  her.  she  kissed  him  like  she  wanted  to  tear  the  breath  out  of  him,  like  regular  oxygen  wasn't  enough  to  keep  her  lungs  satiated.  fingertips  gliding  through  silver  speckled  curls,  gentle  urgency  that  builds  within  her,  begging  for  reprieve.  between  their  lips,  she  breaks  with  a  sundering  force  and  jagged  breath.❛  i  don't  want  to  think.  ❜  forehead  falling  against  his  as  she  clung  to  him  like  he  was  the  only  reason  she  could  face  it  all  again.  ❛ just  need  you  inside  me.  ❜