#akepnermd

Send me a ♥ + a URL and I’ll list 5 things I like about them.

I like how her writing style is so unique and always on point. She does April proud.

I like how she has hella great editing skills. Her theme and icons are awesome sauce.

I like how she’s not afraid to take on darker plots but also actually wants to do them justice.

I like how she’s one of the nicest muns I’ve come across in this fandom in the past couple of years.

the hella sweet munday meme | @akepnermd

♻ Any advice on improving Tumblr RP experience?

I think my biggest advice would be to just make your dash a SAFE place for yourself. Don’t want to see something? Blacklist it. Don’t like someone? Unfollow them. Just make it a safe place for you to come so that you can have a good experience. You shouldn’t need to feel pressured to do or see anything you don’t want to. 

☯ Do you believe you’re a forgiving person?

Honestly...yes. I really do try and see a situation from all angles. That being said, sometimes you can forgive someone but still need to move on from that relationship. I think forgiving is more for YOUR own mental health sometimes more than anything. 

☢ What calms you down after negativity?

That’s easy, talking to my bffls on skype. It’s usually the best way to cheer me up and it also keeps me off the dash for a while. 

★ What fandom do you consider welcoming?

Hmm I would say the TVD fandom. I’m definitely a little biased but I have met some amazing people and I have always felt welcomed with open arms. The Shadowhunters fandom is also wonderful <33

⚡ What are the good sides with duplicates?

i relate so much tho

Saturday’s were always good in the pit, the weekend meant alcohol, and alcohol made idiots even more idiotic than usual, which for Jo usually meant she’d get a kick ass surgery or two out of it. Trauma gown on, gloved up she and Kepner wait on the incoming dispatch has just radioed in, 32 year old female, and she’s twenty five weeks pregnant.

She hasn’t told anyone she’s pregnant, at only 16 weeks, she didn’t want to tempt any kind of fate, not after losing Ella before.  She holds it together; she’s a surgeon, a doctor, this woman is terrified, she’s screaming about her baby, is my baby okay, pressing her eyes closed just for a moment, pushing down her own feelings. She is this woman. She has been where she is. And the bruises on her face, the faded ones on her arms, and the fear in her eyes tell Jo all she needs to know; someone done this to her.  She feels sick, her hand going to her own stomach protectively, yet absentmindedly --finally the stabilize the woman, thankfully managing to haul the contractions for now.

“  ---Someone did that to her -- someone beat the crap out of her. “ disgust mixed with anger echoes in her words, she is floored. Some things just hit too close to home. 

“ I bet it was her dead beat boyfriend, did you see the bruising on her arms, on her thighs --- has someone called the cops? --- she can’t let him get away with this -- he always gets away with this.”  Jo isn’t sure if she’s talking about this guy, or her ex -- but they are one in the same. Monsters. That is what they are, they prey on weakness, they are disgusting.