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How You Remind Me, Nickelback.

It's not like you didn't know that I said, "I love you," and I swear I still do And it must have been so bad 'Cause livin' with me must have damn near killed you And this is how you remind me of what I really am This is how you remind me of what I really am It's not like you to say sorry I was waitin' on a different story This time I'm mistaken For handing you a heart worth breakin' And I've been wrong, I've been down Been to the bottom of every bottle These five words in my head Scream, "Are we havin' fun yet?"

@justjohndorian || ask meme.

Send "Little thing" and my character will tell you something as a child.

               ❝  I  just  wish  that  bastard  wouldn't  lie  to  me.  ❞  a  13  year  old  Perry  grumbles  to  himself,  teeth  gritted  as  he  attempts  to  swallow  down  all  the  hurt  swirling  so  heavily  in  his  chest  that  it  makes  his  voice  shudder  with  uncertainty  every  few  syllables.  ❝ Just  don't  fucking  come  to  my  games  if  you  don't  wanna  see  me  play!  Stop  pretending  you're  gonna  try  when  you  don't  give  a  shit.  ❞ 

       He  growls  and  buries  his  face  in  his  hands,  digging  his  nails  into  the  skin.  The  physical  pain  doesn't  help  ground  him  any.  In  fact  it  only  exacerbates  his  feelings.  He  rips  his  hands  away  from  his  face  and  just  exclaims  through  his  teeth  to  the  empty  space  in  front  of  him,  waving  his  hands  wildly  in  lieu  of  nothing  else  to  do  with  them,  ❝  I'm  so  TIRED  of  this  shit.  I  don't  even  CARE  anymore.  I  dooon't  fuuucking  caaare!  ❞ 

       He  kicks  the  edge  of  his  bed  hard  in  frustration;  the  frame  of  the  bed  hits  the  bedside  wall  with  a  thunk  and  Perry  immediately  freezes  up  as  the  sound  jolts  him  back  down  to  reality.  Wide  blue  eyes  shift  towards  his  bedroom  door  like  a  deer  in  headlights.  Shit.

       Almost  immediately  a  low  male  voice  resounds  in  an  accusatory  tone  from  the  other  room,  ❝ Perry.  What  the  hell  are  you  doing  in  there?  ❞

       Fuck.  He  swallows  thickly  and  clenches  his  fists  at  his  sides,  takes  a  deep  breath  to  steel  himself  before  tentatively  calling  back  though  his  still  closed  bedroom  door,  ❝ Nothing.  I  dropped  a  textbook.  ❞

       He  hears  an  incredulous  scoff  followed  by,  ❝ Why  am  I  not  surprised!  It's  not  like  the  education  your  mother  and  I  pay  for  matters  as  much  to  you  as  chasing  a  ball  around  like  a  goddamned  dog.  ❞

       Perry  clenches  his  jaw  so  hard  he  can  feel  the  nerves  in  his  temple  ticking  in  discomfort,  wills  himself  not  to  tear  up.  He's  not  gonna  fucking  cry  about  being  scolded  for  the  thousandth  time.  It's  fine.  He'll  just  work  twice  as  hard  at  his  school  work  as  he  already  does  and  then  his  dad  won't  get  any  ideas  about  taking  sports  away  from  him.

       When  Perry  takes  too  long  to  respond  his  father  goes  on,  ❝ Really?  You  got  nothing  to  say  to  that?  You  don't  give  a  damn  about  anyone  but  yourself,  Perry.  To  hell  with  what  your  mom  and  I  go  through  to  put  you  kids  through  school,  and  you're  out  here  wasting  all  your  efforts  on  a  fuckin'  hobby  'cause  you'll  never  have  the  real  talent  for  the  big  leagues.  ❞

       Perry  still  can't  muster  a  rebuttal  of  any  kind.  He's  exhausted,  physically  from  the  game  earlier,  emotionally  from  being  one  of  the  only  members  of  the  team  whose  dad  isn't  super  enthusiastic  and  encouraging  about  his  son  playing  sports.  What  is  Perry  doing  so  differently  from  his  peers  that  his  dad  can't  just  appreciate  that  he  enjoys  playing  basketball?  He  doesn't  care  whether  or  not  he's  the  best  player  on  the  team,  though  he  is  damn  well  aiming  to  be!  He  just  wants  a  break  from  being  in  his  head  all  the  time  and  basketball  gives  him  that.  But  at  this  rate  it's  looking  like  he  might  have  to  consider  giving  it  up  just  to  keep  the  peace  in  the  house.  After  all,  his  father  isn't  even  wasted  yet;  Perry  will  probably  get  an  even  harsher  ‘And  Another  Thing’  lecture  once  the  alcohol  kicks  in.

Send me ✦ , and I'll reply with 3-5 facts about my muse to help you get to know them!

Perry's favorite flavor is vanilla, however, it is not one of his favorite scents. He absolutely hates the smell of artificial vanilla. If you held up a vanilla scented jar candle and went, 'Here, sniff this.' he would indeed sniff it without really thinking about it and then literally throw it across the room and shatter it in anger. As he gets up in the years (post-s5, maybe?) he does get more in the habit of drinking vanilla honey chamomile tea before bed rather than scotch whiskey. [ liking something sweet like vanilla is not something that Perry openly admits unless he deeply trusts someone because he thinks it makes him seem Less Tough/Manly/Etc Etc. he actually likes vanilla coffee creamer, but he will totally drink black coffee at work just to maintain his Manly Image(tm). most people tend to learn that he loves vanilla as a fun secondhand fact from Jordan or Carla. ]

Perry is the type that goes deeply into denial when he is feeling a little under the weather or genuinely sick. For example, he will push himself to work a shift through a full-blown migraine even if he has to go into the bathroom and vomit periodically. A migraine is not contagious so therefore even if he's a little dizzy and sick, it's totally fine, he still has shit to do!!! This behavior stems from the fact that Perry's health was not taken seriously as a child; any time he caught some kind of bug going around, as kids do, his father would accuse him of being dramatic and tell him to suck it up and be a man. He'd send Perry to school with fevers and flu symptoms and then get mad at Perry when the school called and insisted that his parents come get him because he could not be at school like that. As such, when Perry recognizes that he's feeling sick, he tends to either mask the symptoms to the best of his ability, or withdraw from people until he's feeling better. [ this behavior is consistent following his diagnosis in s10. he will often minimize the symptoms he is experiencing out of fear of sounding like he's 'being overly dramatic' and withdraw when he's in too much discomfort to hide it. part of the reason Perry tried to adjust the amount of pain meds Park put him on before Francois caught him stems from the fact that he is unable to view his own pain and discomfort as "that bad" or deserving of a high level of care. ]

Perry won't even bat an eye if you call him Percival. That's his full name, as much as he dislikes it. But if you call him Percy? That's an automatic berserk button, he will in fact make it a point to make sure that nickname never comes out of your fucking mouth ever again.

Perry rubs his nose when he's annoyed by someone or something but cannot voice his frustration out loud. Whether because now is not a good time for it and he is professional enough to recognize it, or because he genuinely doesn't know how to convert his feelings on the matter into a tangible verbal expression.

While it's been proposed that people rub their nose as a sign of deception it has actually been more commonly found to be a sign of anxiety and cognitive overload. Meaning that people tend to do it as a self-soothing gesture.

Prolonged exposure to stress leads to sustained elavated cortisol (stress hormone) levels, which in turn leads to your body releasing more histamines than it needs. Overproduction of histamines can cause a wide variety of symptoms but a prevalent one is itchiness.

Which is all a roundabout way of saying that when Perry rubs or itches his nose, he's not just expressing annoyance, he's non-verbally expressing that something or someone is stressing him out even more than usual.

As a pulmonologist one of the things that both fascinates and frustrates Perry the most is chronic hiccups. Because most times there is no rhyme or reason to why it happens to people. Science to this day still can't even explain WHY humans get hiccups, and Perry hates having a lack of information.

Sometimes he can find an actual medical cause for a person's long-term hiccups; like a tumor pressing on a nerve, or GI complications the person didn't know they had, or an inner ear infection because ENT is all interconnected. But sometimes there isn't a clear answer and all he can do is give the patient drugs like anti-convulsants or muscle relaxants and hope the symptoms ease up on their own.

Perry works best with patterns, with familiarity. So when a disorder that prides itself on being involuntary and inexplicable by science crops up, Perry wants to study the hell out of that person to figure out all the how's and why's of it being there and what he can do to make it better.

@justjohndorian || ask meme.

❝  What are you going to do? Hit me again?  ❞

       If  anyone  had  asked  him  24  hours  ago  if  John  Dorian  has  a  single  mean  bone  in  his  body  Perry  would  probably  have  said  no,  absolutely  not,  he  has  the  constitution  of  a  wet  blanket.  But  right  now,  ohh,  he's  really  testing  Perry's  self-restraint.

               ❝  Oh-hoh,  I  did  NOT  hit  you,  ya  big  whiny  baby.  ❞  Perry  retorts  snidely.  And  it's  true,  he'd  actually  two-hand shoved  him  with  about  half  of  his  strength,  if  only  because  he  didn't  want  to  break  JD's  fragile  girly  figure  in  half.  Though  he'd  be  lying  to  say  he  hadn't  considered  just  absolutely  decking  him  for  a  moment  there for the blatant display of disrespect.  Before  weighing  the  pros  and  cons  and  deciding  that  maybe  he  didn't  particularly  want  a  battery  charge  on  his  record.  –  And  besides,  injuring  the  ignorant  fledgling  attending  could  just as easily  result  in  Perry  having  to  look  after  all  of  his  interns  and  treat  all  of  his  patients  for  twice  as  long.  And  good  god  in  heaven,  he  has  been  put  through  the  wringer  nonstop  this  afternoon  already.

               ❝  That  was  the  physical  warning  since  you  so–ho–homehow  purposely  tuned  out  the  TWO,  ❞  he  raises  two  fingers  in  the  air  and  dramatically  waves  them  in  emphasis,  ❝  –  See  that?  Count  them  with  me  now;  one  Mississippi!  Two  Mississippi!  –  Twooo  verbal  warnings  I gave you about  NOT  shoving  me.  It  rah-heelly  grinds  my  gears.  ❞

       He  grits  his  teeth  and  folds  his  arms  across  his  chest,  rubs  his  nose  with  the  knuckle  of  his  thumb.  He  huffs softly  to  himself  and  directs  his  gaze  away  from  JD;  honestly  he's  just  too  frustrated  to  keep  looking  at  him.  He  could  end  up  doing  even  more  damage  if  he  doesn't  shut  this  down  now.  Deeper  ire  is  bubbling  under  the  surface  and  more  than  likely  JD  isn't  in  a  position  to  handle  all  that  while  he's  grieving. 

              ❝  Now  get  the  hell  up,  you're  embarrassing  both  of  us.  ❞

       (  Damn  the  sudden  surge  of  emotions  spiking  his  histamines  and  blood  pressure  –  he  does  not  need  to  be  itchy  and  headachey  on  top  of  all  the  rest  of  the shit  he  still  needs  to  get  done  today  in  lieu  of  removing  JD  from  the  schedule, because  god  forbid  a commonly seen as an asshole man  try  to  prove  that  he  actually does give  a  damn  about  his  coworkers'  feelings  every  once  in  a  blue  moon!  )