Dec 26, 2021
i rebageled @dralanabloom ‘ s promo …. from her literal page before it even existed on my dash solely because. why ? because i fuckin love jess that ‘ s why.
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i rebageled @dralanabloom ‘ s promo …. from her literal page before it even existed on my dash solely because. why ? because i fuckin love jess that ‘ s why.
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“𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲? guess I could explain it if I tried.”
@dralanabloom / / temptation - emigrate
@dralanabloom — liked for a starter (ACCEPTING)
“Hello dear.” Cornelia’s voice was soft and welcoming as she spoke to the woman before her, doing her best to create a warm and welcoming environment in her office. Taking a seat across from her, the therapist flashed her a quick smile as she made herself comfortable and more relaxed, sitting her things to the side and stuff like that to get herself situated. She didn’t know about the woman sitting in front of her besides her name but that’s how she always preferred it to be; nearly anonymous in a speed dating type of way until her patients were ready to open up more with her. However long that took she was always willing to wait. “I’m Dr. Wilkes, but you can call me Cornelia or whatever makes you comfortable.” She introduces herself. “And you are?” Of course, Cornelia already knew this basic information but that didn’t stop her from still asking to make it feel like an official first meeting.
@dralanabloom ⇢ ❤ ‘d
“ sorry, it’s uh . . . .a bit of a mess. ” a dramatized reaction to someone being in his lab-slash-home, he is actually rather clean, though there are bits of scrap metal and screws, bundles of wire he hasn’t gotten the chance to sort through, the mess is collected across scarcely used dining table with various tools. “ the university likes to schedule . . . last minute visits . . . ”
@dralanabloom - ❤ ‘d
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@dralanabloom asked : ❛ lucky for me , i have all my best ideas drunk. ❜ (bc alana and temp need to be bffs)
𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐢𝐬 inebriated some, giggling almost uncontrollably at some points, & seemingly swaying in place during others. there’s a distant thought in the back of her head to not trip as she flits around with alana, eyes wide before a drunken smile oh so easily comes across features. ‘ what idea is that now, alana ? hm ? ‘ a giggle already bubbling up.
How could you be with Alana when you know Zeller has has a crush on her for years?
Beverly’s heart drops, it was a question that had accured to her more than once. She considered Brian Zeller her best friend, they had pulled each other through life since her collage days, and she knew very well of the feelings he held for Alana Bloom. She was also very aware of her own, and when she first set eyes on Alana Bloom’s deep blue irsis, they pulled her in.
“I.” ...she pondered for the right answer, knowing there wasn’t one that didn’t fill her with guilt. “I would never intentionally hurt him,” She said, her eyebrows knitting together. She knew it would feel like a betrayal to him. “The feelings I have for Alana though,” she fell silent, filled with conflicting emotions.
“Maybe it’s selfish of me, but I think I love Alana.”
@dralanabloom gets a STARTER
Stepping slowly as not to be heard, he peeked beyond the doorway and saw her with her backside toward him, leaning on a table as she wrote something down. He knew it was the back of her head that he’d seen earlier that day---he would recognize those thick dark waves anywhere. He always loved the days she spent at his workplace, though he got the least amount of work done on them. She must be busy since she hadn’t come by his station to visit, but he wasn’t going to let his or her work get in the way of a little display of affection. After admiring her posterior for a moment, he crept further into the room and gave her bottom a little pinch.
“Dr. Bloom,” he said in a faux intimidating voice and he wrapped his arms around her from behind, “you didn’t think you could sneak around here without your ass pinched, did you?”