#seriouslytorres

“You are a child.” She rolled her eyes and finally snapped the one decent picture. “We need some proof that we actually left the hotel room, you know.” She insisted and ensured the picture didn’t make Callie look insane. “There. Now you can move.”

          “ calliope — ”   she’s on the brink of tears  ( it seems like that’s all that she seems to be doing these days — crying, yelling, almost crying ), but this time, oh god, this time feels different. for what feels like the first time in MONTHS arizona is happy. a smile breaks out and she wraps arms around her wife, holds her close  ( she knows she’s been awful, has things to make up for, and she intends to start that now ),  presses a kiss to her cheek,  “ — i love you. so, so much. ”     @seriouslytorres

[ text ; Calliope ] : Are you suggesting that I go into said bathroom and take that sneaky photo for you? [ text ; Calliope ] : It’d be so much easier if you were here ... then you could go into the bathroom with me and take the photo for me --- or not.

              “ hey -- coincidence much, nice to meet you doctor torres, I’m also doctor torres -- Poly Torres.” she laughs nervously, not for a second does it cross her mind that their in anything more than a coincidence that they had the same name, it certainly didn’t occur to her that the older woman bore a striking resemblance to herself. Why would it? her biological other had put her up for adopting at two weeks old, a teen mom hardly spelled out the making of a doctor. She knew nothing about her mother, it had been a closed adoption, all she knew was that she shared her surname, and that was the only connection she had to the woman who had abandoned her as a baby.  || Wishlist starter @seriouslytorres

     after what he saw to be standing up to izzie AND returning home george was feeling extra confident. callie must have been rubbing off on him, for now only figuratively. the past? with meredith and all the other awkwardness was in the past and he was comfortable with callie. more than comfortable since she still made him nervous in hopes to make a good impression, but comfortable that he actually cared about the way he viewed her. opening the door to his old room he gestured for callie to enter first before closing the door behind them. “it’s not much but... you don’t need a lot when you spend most of your time at the hospital. well... you know that.” he chuckled. considering callie literally lived at the hospital. 

( ✉ → sms ) how fuCKING COOL ( ✉ → sms ) we should just reanct them ( ✉ → sms ) renact the greeatst moments ( ✉ → sms ) singign. signign too.

     “do you not sees stupid things land people in a hospital on a daily basis?!”