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_{“Torres! It’s ‘bout time you came to visit me.” Mark had been given
a sufficient amount of pain-killers, and his charisma was higher than
usual. And especially higher for a LIVING DEAD MAN.} 

If you love someone, you tell them. Even if you’re scared that it’s not the right thing. Even if you’re scared that it’ll cause problems. Even if you’re scared that it will burn your life to the ground, you say it, and you say it loud and you go from there.

praying for a miracle;

hollyhobbieblonde:

The blonde had been sitting at his bed side throughout
the day, her blue eyes looking around for any movement or
change in his vitals but so far, there was nothing. It was
like everything was falling apart, but the blonde couldn’t
even imagine how Callie was feeling, the dark-haired female
had been in and out of the room all day, the thought of shutting
Mark’s life support off was something that she couldn’t handle.
They were all praying for a miracle, any miracle to happen-
and that was when Arizona heard the beeping of his vitals;
they were coming back to normal. “Mark, Mark can you hear me?”
She said, her body rising from the chair.

_{First, it was the beeping of his vitals. Second, it was the small
twitch of his fingers. And third, it was his eyes slowly fluttering
open to meet the blonde’s gaze. It took a moment for everything
to kick in and for his mind to begin to process everything. He had
woken up, he had been given life when he didn’t expect it. Fingers
curled against the hospital bedding, breathing a little hitched, only
the slightest bit of pain running down his spine. He was sure he
had the SURGE. He was sure he was a deadman.} 

@draddisonfmontgomery​ liked for a plane crash starter.

It had been months but the pain and memories still stung like cold arctic ice flowing through his veins. The place wasn’t the same with Lexie Grey. It was darker and colder. His past. Mark struggled every day to fit into somewhere. To find some place he belonged. Even his home, didn’t feel like home. Knowing he needed a change, something to take his mind out of his fallen world and into a new world. Someone had joked about moving some place like Addison did. But Mark took it to heart, and before he knew it he was packing his bags and headed on the first flight to L.A. Saying goodbye to every soul in the hospital, learning that each goodbye could be his last. 

Entering her floor, greeting the woman at the desk with a small smile. Almost sure he had hit on her last time he was here, but nothing urged him to do the same thing. He was different now, still charming, but part of his charisma was taken away the day Lexie took her last breath. Fighting the urge to fall back into old habits, or something worst. Finding the redhead’s office he sneaked his way in, sinking into the couch as he waited. Waited like a lost sick dog. 

Like for a plane crash starter.

Just look

at that

face.

I’m debating whether or not to change my Mark Psd. 

littlxgrxy-blog:

       "It was a tiny bump.  She’s gonna
        be fine Mark.  You’re nowhere close
        to a horrible father.”

_{‘You would have made a terrible father, Mark’ The words had been muttered by Addison and from the moment they left her lips they had implanted a forever doubt in Mark’s mind. He had nothing to go off of, and no amount of books in the world could teach him how to be a GOOD FATHER. So although the tiny bump might not have damaged her this time he couldn’t even begin to imagine the bigger ( slightly more metaphorical ) bumps that would happen as she grew older. A thumping heart beating out of his chest as his eyes traced back to his daughter, hearing her happy squeals that gave him the slightest bit of reassurance. A hand reached out and soft fingers brushed against the little girls cheek, finally feeling his whole world set back into place and his heart come to a c a l m i n g beat. His breath no longer hitched with worry, and his body loosening up rather than the previous tense state it had just been in. The Golden boy’s eyes drew back to Lexie, offering up a small smile of thanks. She was the only one that could calm him so quickly and with so little words.} 

Send “💤 reverse” for your muse to fall asleep while resting against mine.

_{Blue ocean eyes had been locked on the TV for the past hour, not noticing
the young girls eyes had now drifted close. Finally Mark snapped out of the
hold of reality television, a soft smile peaking at the corner of his lips as his
head turned to meet his daughters head on his shoulder. Fingers curled
around her hip and he let her arm fall around his shoulder, carrying her to
her bedroom. Chuckling at the memory of when he first put the room together.
The moment Callie told him, he had begun painting and building almost every
inch of the room. After a moment of reminiscence he set her down on the bed
and pulled a blanket around her. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to
her forehead.}