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chicleeblair · 1 year
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Title: I Think I'll Go to Boston (Grey’s Anatomy, 3K, One-Shot)
Rating: K/G
Summary: Meredith Grey left Boston over two decades ago. Twice since then, she almost returned. This time, she’s going for the right reasons.
 Mentioned: Meredith Grey/Nick Marsh, Past: Meredith Grey/Derek Shepherd, Meredith Grey/Andrew DeLuca, Meredith Grey/Sadie Harris
 (FF.Net)
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positivexcellence · 5 months
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Gen in Kimberly Van der Beek’s IG story
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kitapkedivesen · 2 months
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Bir boklar yedikten sonra arkadaşımın bana verdiği teselli:
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ineffablemcmuffin · 1 year
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Sometimes I make art for other shows, too
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truetogaia · 11 months
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us when
US RN
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fallingforfandoms · 1 year
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Weil auf meinem Dash gerade der speak your language day rumgeht - meine eigenen Dialekt-Favoriten sind ja unter anderem:
aller hopp
dappisch
Käsgemäckl
Brotwoscht/Woschtebrot
Eenemeenze
mer gehn schaffe
Woinem, Hepprem, Vernem, Stoonisch, Saase, Monnem un annere Käffer (aka die Tatsache, dass Städte im Dialekt komplett anders heißen als sie auf Hochdeutsch geschrieben werden)
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why does it look like he’s wearing scrubs though
Can you fucking imagine. Dr. Norris. Weirdly slutty but like weirdly competent intern Dr. Norris. It's giving....Heather Brooks 🤔
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chicleeblair · 1 year
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One year. I've been writing Mer/Der again for a year, and I still tear up writing them. Not just s11, oh no. "White Wedding"-"Suddenly" when Zola's adoption is in the air. Points in every other season--and that didn't happen ten years ago!!!
I don't know if it's knowing what happens, but I do it during fix-it AUs. I'm doing a S11 Christmas fic and if it goes up next year it'll be because I can't write their parts in public!!! Unless it's like Monday when I was at the eye doctor and had an excuse for my eyes to be watering!!!
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Çay kahve içmekten uyku düzeninin içinden geçtiğimiz bir dönemdeyiz. Ama düzeleceğiz inşallah be
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montereybayaquarium · 8 months
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If you like...
✅  The Ocean™️  ✅  Neat animals ✅  Learning about neat animals ✅  Chill games ✅  Participating in community science ✅  Participating in community science by playing a chill game while looking at and learning about neat animals that live in the ocean so we can train artificial intelligence to help us find and identify more neat animals in the ocean 
...then wowee do we have some good news for you!
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We've been hard at work on a new mobile game with our fronds @mbari-blog and Ocean Vision AI to do just that—but we need YOUR kelp help!
Head on over to FathomVerse to join our mer-ry band of o-fish-al beta testers—the last round of signups ends this week. Thanks for your con-sea-der-ocean, fronds!
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manoelt-finisterrae · 6 months
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camiños que van o mar
@henricoudoux: Autant à l'aise sur la terre que sur la mer!!!!
@firstlightinthemorning: IM NEBEL Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern! Einsam ist jeder Busch und Stein, Kein Baum sieht den anderen, Jeder ist allein. Voll von Freunden war mir die Welt, Als noch mein Leben licht war; Nun, da der Nebel fällt, Ist keiner mehr sichtbar. Wahrlich, keiner ist weise, Der nicht das Dunkel kennt, Das unentrinnbar und leise Von allem ihn trennt. Seltsam, im Nebel zu wandern! Leben ist Einsamsein. Kein Mensch kennt den andern, Jeder ist allein. Hermann Hesse
© Manoel T, 2023
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bellewintersroe · 10 months
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Carlos Sainz x Celebrity OC Mer&Der trope… Part 1.
For all those who’s seen Greys Anatomy you’ll know exactly how Meredith& Derek got together and that’s gonna be the trope for this story. If you haven’t seen Greys then it’s fine, but OC is a celebrity hired as a reporter during the Grands Prix of 2021. Anyway, I won’t spoil anything further…
AN- I tried to use the name Molly Ashley as the OC name but because I’m so used to writing OC as Jenny or Jennifer that I kept slipping up so just stuck to that, but altered it to Jenna just to switch it up, so if there’s any errors that’s why!!! (Was going to use Belle my real name but it kinda made me cringe). warnings - mentions of sex, maybe a slow start, nothing too graphic… yet. Excuse my lack of F1 knowledge I’m trying my best lmao
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“Ahh there she is!” Ted Kravitz, the infamous F1 grid walk reporter exclaimed, grinning as I hurried in, panting desperately as I scurried into the room. “Sorry, I had to run!” I placed both hands on my knees, holding the papers I’d sprinted back to my hotel room to gather before making it back here in a record time of six minutes. I’d run for six minutes flat- and I hadn’t run a singular meter since secondary school. 20 year old me was aging bad.
“Almost beat a world record there!” Oh my god, Jenson fucking Button was stood right in front of me and I was practically wheezing for air. Not to mention I was violently hungover from last nights party. Sky reporters and the crew went a lot harder than I ever could have imagined…
“Hello! Sorry, I’m so out of breath.” I stood up straighter, shaking his hand as I handed over the papers to once of the producers who needed them. “It’s lovely to meet you! I’m Jensen” He laughed as I attempted to laugh back, but it just came out as a breathless wheeze. “I’m Jenna!” I managed to speak as he smiled, patting my upper back. “I’ll let you die in peace.” “Not just yet! Are you ready to interview some drivers, Jen?” Lisa, the woman who hired me headed over. She was like the CEO of F1 reporters for Sky, I didn’t know how it worked, but I was bloody glad she was here to guide me. “Just about.” I managed to stand up straighter. Nicole, the makeup artist, and Sebastian, the hairstylist, both headed over to touch me up- something I found myself enjoying a little too much. These people made me look better than anybody I’d ever had done my hair or makeup, I was starting to rely on them to make me look human, especially after last night.
“Well your first up with Max Verstappen, he was second to Lewis in Bahrain, will definitely be pushing for first today.”
“Oh yes! I know Max.” I waved my hand, I’d befriended Max two nights ago when all the drivers were out. “Yeah, Max and Charles looked to have a lot of fun with you the other night.” Lisa teased. Long story short, we’d taken one too many shots and Max Verstappen had thrown up over the side of a bridge into an Italian canal below. Classic.
Knowing my first interview ever was just with Max was reassuring. It made it all way less intimidating, even if the interview didn’t go so smoothly, it was entertaining and that’s exactly what I was hired for. “If you win how are you gonna celebrate?” I asked, holding the mic towards him. “You know exactly how!” Max began cracking up as I attempted to hold back my laughter. “Did you know your sky presenter can drink men under the table?” He slung an arm around me, tugging me to face the camera directly. I gasped and instantly began speaking again. “Well good luck today Max!! Wishing you all the best!” He laughed out loud as I changed the subject abruptly. “Thank you!” He laughed giving me a quick hug, “and you’ll be out tonight, yeah?” He asked as I nodded. “Sure.” “Hopefully not sneaking off with-“
“Oh, no, no, no!” My eyes widened, preventing him from finishing that sentence. Last night I’d got home with a man- another driver to be precise. It seems news spread quick amongst drivers and the grid. Max smirked and gave my one last goodbye before I moved on to interview a couple more celebrities lined up on the grid, waiting for the race to start. Interviewing random people there was far more easier than the drivers, when it came my time to head back over to where Ferrari were preparing on the grid I felt my chest tighten.
“Uh, Lisa, who’s my next interview with?”
“Well, just grab whoever you can, you’ve been doing so great at that so far, but next you are interviewing…” she scrolled down on her phone screen. Whilst I awaited her answer, I felt my heart rate increase, as if the hungover palpitations weren’t enough, this was giving me full blown anxiety. My eyes scanned over the grid, seeing two men dressed in their red Ferrari gear, it seemed they were awaiting me, looking over in the distance. Charles Leclerc and-
“Carlos Sainz!” Fuck! Simultaneous to Lisa saying his name there was a quick. “Yes?!” Following this, a body appeared besides mine and I was momentarily breathless, Carlos Sainz. The exact man I’d slept with only 12 hours prior and woken up next to in bed this morning. A series of flashback swept through me followed by a serious swooning as my eyes gazed up to the taller man. A pair of his dark eyes met my own gaze, and I saw him physically react. Eyes widened, mouth slightly parted. His gloved hand moved up to touch his chest, I wondered if his heart had leapt the exact same way mine had? “Carlos Sainz?!” I took a deep breath, forcing a smile as I remembered the cameras were rolling. “Hola!” He greeted, surprise lacing his tone, he hesitated slightly, waiting for my reaction before moving closer and greeting me to a kiss either side of my cheek. I gulped at the contact, the close proximity wafting the scent of his cologne, the exact same one that was plastered over my pillow cases. Double fuck! He was somehow even sexier now I was sober! “Jenna Ashley.” He laughed a little breathlessly as I remembered, judging by the flag on his front, he was Spanish. Duh. “Hola.” I giggled, knowing my face was just as vibrant as his uniform. I could feel Lisa eyeing me up from the sidelines of the interview.
“¿Hablas español?” (Do you speak Spanish?) he asked immediately, eyebrows perking, he seemed slightly nervous, unable to hold eye contact. I didn’t know if that was the awkwardness from the fact the man was quite literally inside of me last night.
“Uhhh, un poco. Pero hablemos en ingles o no les gusto.” (a little, but let’s talk in English or they wont like me). I slowly translated, glancing back to the clueless cameraman and Lisa. I think that made sense, my nerves mixed with my limited Spanish probably made me speak like a child. Carlos laughed in response, rubbing his hands on his uniform. I then went through a series of questions, finding it hard not to giggle with him right in front of me. I was reduced to the behaviour of a school girl. “How are you gonna celebrate if you win today? Or if you don’t win?!” “Any way possible… now there’s no COVID restrictions!” He inhaled excitedly. “Sounds good to me.” I glanced back at the camera, feeling his eyes lingering over me.
“Thank you, Carlos, it’s been a pleasure, good luck for today! I wish you the best.” I laughed, barely being able to maintain eye contact with him as his plump lips stretched into a happy smile. God, he was perfect, tanned skin, Spanish accent, insanely nice, polite, perfect mop of hair, and don’t get me started on those eyes, he had me swooning like I was straight out of a cartoon. “Gracias… thank you.” Carlos nodded down to me and the camera as I flashed him a small smile, stealing another glimpse at him through my eyelashes as he cleared his throat slightly once the camera was turned away. I could feel his eyes burning holes into me, I couldn’t tell if he was checking me out or if he was entirely baffled by the situation. I swallowed the lingering anxiety I felt, tensing my jaw at the thought of him scanning over my face. “Good luck.” I then flashed him another smile to combat the awkwardness as he stepped a little closer. “N-no sabia que ibas-“ (I did not know you were going-) he stammered, but his words fell short when I was being ushered onto my next interview. “I promise I’ll let you mingle afterwards! I’m sorry!” Lisa apologised, attempting to move me on. I turned back up to Carlos, opening my mouth but my words fell short. When we made eye contact once more I felt the butterflies in my stomach, the cliche way my heart jumped, and that knot in my chest tightening. It was all happening at once. “Good luck again!” I politely nodded as he offered me another genuine smile, eyes lingering over my face, as though he was trying to analyse my features. Pffft, it wasn’t like he didn’t have chance to do that last night. Talking about last night… my mind roamed back to the events of the night before, clouded from the mix of alcohol and sex that plagued my mind.
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horsetailcurlers2 · 5 months
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so i’m watching grey’s anatomy for the first time (well tbh i fixated on addison too hard and switched to private practice after S3) and i can’t stop thinking about addison and derek.
from the moment addison is introduced, we’re prepared to hate her. especially considering the common tropes at the time- here comes the big bad wife to rain all over the mer/der parade. but like, despite her past transgression you still kind of want to root for her, even if you want derek and meredith together. i don’t know, i just think it’s so interesting that she goes on to her spin off and he remains a big character in greys and even after the initial mess is all said and done, their shared past is still looming in the background of their individual stories. eleven years of marriage, sixteen years together. that’s not nothing. in his worst moments with meredith and the way he treated her in the early seasons, you can kind of understand how he likely behaved in his first marriage and his part in how it all imploded. i don’t necessarily think they should have ended up together. to be quite honest, i’m not a big fan of derek to begin with. but i think they had such an interesting chemistry even as exes and you can’t untangle them from each other’s backstory. i think that maybe, if he hadn’t met meredith, they would have worked it out.
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anukkuna · 6 months
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"Der geht im-mer raus aus der Kommunikation!"
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fallingforfandoms · 11 months
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Ich liebe ja die Google Docs Korrektur dafür, dass hier
"is a bissl" arglos akzeptiert wird
"mer" statt "wir" und "Oschtern" statt "Ostern" arglos akzeptiert werden
bei "heut" und "Weihnachte" gemeckert wird, weil da nur ein kleiner Buchstabe am Ende fehlt
Dialekte und die Rechtschreibprüfung. Muss man nicht verstehen 🙃
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