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Jane: (Entered the lab) Maura, we need to call Scooby doo and the gang now.
Maura: First of all, you know that they are fictional characters which were produced in 1969, right?
Jane: Are you not going to ask why?
Maura: It’s not real, Jane. Therefore, calling them would be pointless and asinine. So, I suggest you get over it and watch an episode for entertainment purposes instead.
Jane: Fine then guess I’ll have to solve the I.S.L.E.S. mystery all alone.
Maura: Don’t guess, Jane, please use the hypothesis. Besides, that sounds familiar. Is it an acronym for any recent case?
Jane: ( sighed and left with Maura’s Starbucks coffee.) You are the stupidest smartass person I know.
Maura: Jane!! How dare you! I got straight A+ during high school, can speak French fluently and have a Medical degree from renowned college. I don’t think it’s fair to call me dumb. (Jane shut the door with a loud bang)
(Later on, Maura sat back in her chair and tried to conduct a research on the I.S.L.E.S case but as she spelled it out, she realized something.
Maura: Jesus! It’s my name. Jane is trying to solve a mystery about…Oh! Good lord, I’m really that dumb.
10 things I hate about you theme at Farah’s debutante
Farah’s Diary—“10 Things I hate about Saul Silva”
10 I hate that he smokes all the time
9 I hate that he is the dumbest guy I’ve ever talked to
8 I hate that his massive ego
7 I hate his greasy hair
6 I hate the way he talks
5 I hate the way he walks
4 I hate that he talk bullshit
3 I hate that he always tease me
2 I hate when he looks at someone else like that
1 I hate the fact that he makes me love him
Dr. Kate Murphy and Dr. Megan Hunt, M.E.
Kate made the last stop at the morgue at midnight and found Dr. Megan Hunt there, lying on the autopsy table, reading Latin textbook for leisure time. Kate was about to criticize her girlfriend for not returning hers text or any of her calls but seeing this made her heart fluttered.
Kate: Hey, didn’t know that eight hours mean a minute to you. Megan, seriously, have you ever learned physics?
Megan: (looked at Kate and tried her best to fight the grin) Well, Your honor, I also texted and I quote “be right back” actually. And….I didn’t specify which place will I be back at.
Kate: You are the worst! (Pulled Megan into a hug)
Megan: But I’m lucky because you love me at both my worst and my best, dear Kate.
Kate: God, I hate that it’s true.
The Countess and her Champagne problems.
The countess of Grantham, Cora Crawley in 2 Taylor Swift’s songs: Champagne problems and Gold rush.
Catelyn Tully, the curator of Louvre museum and Ned Stark, the pilot from British airlines.
Sylvie and Madeline, chief marketing officer of Paris and Chicago respectively.
Headmistress and Headmaster’s love story (Inspired by 90’s movies)
Saul was the first-year popular athlete boy in Alfea school while Farah was the senior brightest girl in every class whose face was rarely seen in parties. It is still a mystery of how they become best friends. But it started like this… -He would annoy her by poking her cheek with a pen or distracting her by drumming the table. -Farah, in order to get her vengeance, would always recommend Saul’s name to any teacher when they want a volunteer to do something in front of the class.
But as much as they like to tease each another, they always have a high opinion towards the other secretly: She admires his sense of humor and courage to display his emotions freely while he respects Farah for her eloquence in words and excellency in academic field. And yes, he asked her to prom.
Saul: Will you come to prom with me? (Stressed and embarrassed) Farah: You’re such a nincompoop. I hate this event…but When will this prom thing start again?
When they became headmistress and headmaster, things don’t change. A lot of teasing still occur every now and then but with more caution and appropriateness.
In the classroom Saul (Talking about his wife made him sleep on the couch again) Student: How so? Saul: Because she said I talk too much about private life. Nonesense, I’m not a babbler, aren’t I? Student: You have talked ‘bout your wife since we started the first class. I wonder how she looks like? How come we never met her? Saul: What?!? You meet her every day, she’s downstairs, teaching Biology. Student: Holy shit! Your wife is headmistress Dowling? Saul: I always like the sound of Farah Silva but I agree with her that Saul Dowling would also be fitting. Oh god, did I just tell you guys too much? I’m afraid tonight I might not even have a place to sleep anymore.
He was tied to kill her and she him. The enchanting lady of Drăculea and the charming gentleman of Van Helsing. “Be seeing you, blood sucker.” -Alexander Van Helsing-
Tony loved the space mountain so much that he demanded to meet with the engineer who designs the ride.
Tony: So, Madam, you’re a knock out gorgeous blondie and not some thick glasses dude with messy dark hair and the smell of burnt coffee.
Erica: And Mr. Stark, you turned out to be exactly like what I’ve presumed you to be.
Tony: Philanthropist, handsome billionaire, and a hero in shiny armor. I gotta tell, sweetheart, I've saved my best weapon for you.
Erica: Well, in that case, the dumpster is right there, feel free to dump the weapon inside for it won’t be necessary any time now or ever.
Narcissa Malfoy’s daughter Moodboard —“my mother will hear about this!”
Doctorwives
Intern Meredith: Dr. Montgomery.
Addison: Yes, Grey? Meredith: I could name all the causes of a heart attack but I can't explain why my heart is feeling that way about you. I don’t know what is happening. It’s like you are Flecainide because my heart just skipped a beat every moment you are around. Oh, god! Did I say too much? I apologize Dr. Montgomery. It would be completely understandable if you don’t… Addison: Darling, apart from me being certified surgeon, I am, as a matter of fact, specialize in you. (Winked)
Into the woods snippet
Farah: (about to head off for some errands in the wood.)
Saul: Farah, it’s dangerous to go out during the night, here take this with you (kissed her affectionately and rendered her speechless)
Farah: Yeah, okay, I presume that is all? Saul: (Started to pack his bag.) “This” in the statement meant ME!
Aerospace engineer and linguist are the perfect combination.
When Art meets Science, they shook hands with annoyance at first but later on, it turned out that the two subject congruent well towards one another with an unexpected correlation.
Anna Clayton and Carol Calvin
Two principals met during the course of Christmas, one adoring the festival to her core while the other felt it was a mere marketing theory and a support for capitalism.
Professor Farah Dowling of psychology department & Professor Saul Silva from architecture.
In the auditorium hall
Farah: a wide range of research shows that most people are more likely to enter into a relationship when their circumstances are favorable. For instance, someone is more likely to get into a relationship when they feel lonely like they’re in a new environment or country. Therefore, timing is a very crucial thing, students.
Saul: (raised a hand) it’s 10 in the morning. Do you think the timing is proper if we grab a cup of tea afterward?
Students: (cheered)
Farah: Well, a lecturer won’t take tea party invitations from her audience, it’s professionalism, Saul.
Saul: Luckily, I’m not a student.
Farah: oh! Battle of wits, it’s a shame you came unarmed, professor Silva.
Saul: How about this? Let’s play game theory as a part of this psychology 101 class. I win, you go on a date with me, and I lose…
Farah: You lose, which you will, I got 30 bucks.
Saul: deal!
In the end, Farah won the mind game and pretended to pout before giving her 30 bucks but not before sneaking a kiss on her cheek and running off the stage, leaving her speechless in front of the whole classroom who whistled and clapped loud
AU architect Rhaenys x AU history professor Corlys Moodboard
Soaps made specially for each Targaryen
Aegon, the horny spoiled one who soon will be king. ( because don’t the Westeros love dicks more than brains?)
Rhaenys, Cassandra of HOTD universe. (Coz no one believe her even though she was almost always right.)
Daemon, the serial widower
Rhaenyra, the one whose cunt was spoiled ( according to Criston Cole who is not the person who doesn’t get the right to spoil her cunt anymore.)
Harwin, the papa bear (The soap was microwaved warm, to tell the truth.)
Viserys, the man whose perish is nigh. (We all know this, Jon Snow, it was foreshadowing in the trailer.)
Laenor, the gay gentleman ( or another title A ray of sunshine who eloped with his Romeo.)
Things ModernAU Corlys might say to AU Rhaenys.
Rhaenys: Corlys, can I ask you something?
Corlys: Honey, I’d do anything for you.
Rhaenys: Can we stop participating my family drama and enjoy the wealth we couldn’t spend all this life and the next combined?
Corlys: No!!! This is like Keeping Up with the Targaryen. Besides, You should be a lead star on the show.
Rhaenys: C’mon! This shit again. Get over it, man. We’re rich.
One Day At The Amusement Park
Everything is decorated with bright colorful ornament which illuminating the dark hall to be alive once more. Día de los muertos, a traditional holiday celebrated on November 1st which is the date of today. Addison Montgomery is loitering in a waiting line for the Gran Fiesta ride in the Carnahan amusement park. It is her first time visiting this place of Carnahan. Therefore, everything and anything fascinate her; from the majestic la ciudad de los muertos to a mexican-traditional ofrenda.
“it's your turn, amiga. Viva Mexico.” The staff greeted the redhead customer using her feigned mexican accent which was thick and pretentious but Addison did not make any remark about that matter. Instead she nodded politely in acknowledgment.
“single ride, sí?”
“yes.” Addison answered curtly and the lady staff led her towards a little wooden boat which is undoubtedly electrically control by a system. But in that boat there is already someone else in it. So, Addison walked to the next one.
“Where are you going? This is your seat. Errr....you do not mind right? It was known to Addison since she has been hanging out with psychologist friend Amelia frequently enough that the function of this question was not intended to be an inquiry but a statement more or less. The fancy word “right” was added so that it would feel as if one’s have the ability to choose.
Despite of the inconvenience, Addison truly did not mind. Hence, she shook her head. Besides, It's not even his first time to take a ride with complete stranger. She understood the doctrine: nothing comes for free. It is remains accurate that people with single ride wait shorter time than those couple and family people but sometimes you do experience a long silence of awkwardness throughout the ride that you wish you had taken the acceptable opportunity of waiting in family line to enjoy the moment alone carefree.
“It’s alright.” The tall lady waved her hand in dismissal and sit down next to the stranger.
Orchestral mariachi started to play in the background accentuate Addison’s excited feeling up to the rate of number seven! She looked around the place with a sparkle glimpse in her eye like the very ones you can see of a 10 year old boy who has taste a delicious wine for the first time. Then, her emerald eyes shifted and fell upon the next person situated right next to her now.
Certainly, she had seen the stranger’s face since the moment she sat but only partially because a quarter of it was covered by those curly blonde hair. The woman is now writing or perhaps drawing and constantly gazing up to the scenery before her with a pair of eyes as blue as the cloudless sky of May.
Addison pulled out her phone out of habit to check the calls, although there were none. Richard knew that she was on vacation which is something she rarely took but after what Addison has been through, she considered that perhaps getting away from the familiar environment, exploring new places or do something she hardly ever does like visit the theme park along without any children like a loser will bring peace to her mind even for a brief moment of time but she needed this escape.
After a few clicks, she recognized from the corner of her eyes that she has been observed distantly but surely enough. Therefore, Addison pointed out to the stranger coolly without looking up from the phone.
"You are watching."
“Oh, Sorry, I was just…” The redhead slipped her phone to her purse and started directly to the younger woman’s eye which is full of guilt while her brain was running 140 km per hour to find any plausible excuse for such an privacy-intruding action.
“Just?” It happened often even during high school that it became Addison’s temperament to tease people who shows a tendency of interest in her. Therefore, the wicked lady tried to push the other passenger within the same boat to the edge of her emotion so that she could enjoy the adorable face that remains speechless and starstruck.
Biting her lipstick-free lip, the blonde woman avoided Addison’s eyes and tried to fix it anywhere to distract her misty mind until she settled down at the right spot at her black-covered sketchbook on her lap. Then spoke with the sincere truth, she replied shyly—“You inspired me that’s all.”
An artist
Though, Addison could never guess it otherwise: messy hair, grey tank top and an oversized deep purple cardigan that no longer in style after the 90’s era. She has never dated an artist before because the opportunity for Science to meet Arts was rare. They’ll be in the studio, painting some masterpieces all day and only left for three meals which none of them barely complete the standard. On the other hand, as a devoted doctor, she’ll hanging around the hospital—-checking people’s pulse, conducting the ultrasound and inform people their baby’s evolution. Answering in experience, it was once in the blue moon that she complete the three meal nutrition standard either.
“Can I see it?” Addison initiated the conversation further only to assure the younger woman whom, judging on her face solely, might be at least 4 years younger than herself.
“No.” She answered abruptly without giving much thought to the request and it triggered Addison’s competitiveness in consequence. She was known to the medical stuffs and interns that she’s a kind of woman who gets what she wants. if I want it, I get it.
“But it’s my picture, I’m certain. Besides, I did not give you my consent yet.”
Hearing that guilt began to establish themselves into a big sand castle , only visible through the eyes of Margot Fairmont, the one whose intention was to sketch the scenery in silence for the rest of the ride but when her eyes landed upon this elegant lady, she couldn’t resist the temptation to set her pencil and commenced her work. Not that she noticed that she has been staring for too long, longer for a person to look at the complete stranger as if trying to evaluate the whole facial structure of the other’s.
“Sorry, I’ll get rid of the drawing, I promise. In fact , let’s rip it now.
The movement was swift but as the automatic boat was entering the tunnel, Addison grabbed the other’s hand which is about to snatch a page in her sketchbook away.
“It’s not like I will reprimand you anyway. Finish what you started and in the meantime entertain me with a conversation. That’s the price for this model.”
Margot swallowed her saliva down her throat, embarrassed and excited all at once. Her parents were Catholic so she was raised in a very strict upbringing. Never has she ever experienced this kind of thing with women before, let alone men. The ticklish sensation coiled in her pancreas and she wasn’t certain whether it was due to the fact that she hasn’t been eating anything all day long or was it because of the woman whose face was inappropriately close to her. Just a brief moment that it registered her dirty mind “she made me want to sin.” But then the train of thoughts terminated quickly by her consciousness.
“Well, okay.” Margot agreed, observing Addison’s smile transformed to a grin similarly to Cheshire Cat in Alice In Wonderland. However, to her surprise, the stranger still display no intention to move away back to her seat. She just stared at Margot’s face, contemplating and meditating simultaneously. The other woman’s hands, warm and soft like a cushion she wanted to let her face buried in, intertwined with her own, it was situated neatly on Margot’s lap and she eyed the sight of their hands tangling like tree branches that refuse to left each other for a moment, enjoying the warmth one last time before saying: “You know, if you don’t mind, I’ll need both my hands to draw properly.”
and that was when Addison let go of her hand
“I'm Margot Fairmont, call me Margot, if you want. You are?”
“Addison Montgomery.“
“ Irish?”
“My ancestors are but I’m American.”
“I think I need to fix something. Do I have a permission to touch you?”This made Addison smirked flirtatiously. Then, she tilted her head and rested it on her left palm so that she can be at the closer proximity to Margot who currently widened her eyes in nervousness.
“Yes, anywhere you like.” The voice Addison used was breathy barely like a whisper and it was mumbled made only few centimeters apart from the listener’s delicate face. Margot, who was of a insecure and shy personality, found herself in a rather peculiar position—leaning back that she almost fell off the boat itself.
So, after she gained her ability to function again, the blondie pushed Addison towards the seat the redhead was assigned to sit so that she would have some spaces to calm her nerves and shove these dancing butterflies out of her growling stomach.
After that, Margot ran her soft hand into Addison’s auburn hair to smoothen some parts and then she took a some time to observe Addison’s entire face in order to memorize the minute of detail so that the picture would come out impeccable.
The artist smiled at her model before offering a compliment—“Adorable.”
The instant model who never modeling before in her life since her true career is cutting woman’s vagina open and carrying some baby which look nothing like a creature out, she felt the heat running up to her cheeks because she rarely was praised for baking cute before. Mostly medical colleagues would address her as “Satan” or “Meryl Streep of the OR” to which were acceptable but indeed it really made her feel nice to have someone who sincerely thinks she is pretty without wanting to have sex with her.
There was something special about this woman, a sense of mystery and enigmatic aura that surrounded her slender body. She was out of Addison’s league and not even close to the standard to be honest. With that golden messy hair, plain blue eyes, sweet personality and that smile, the doctor spent too much time thinking about the stranger’s facial structure that reminded her of a Botticelli angel until she was snapped out of her reverie by Margot’s speech.
“You know, this ride was inspired by the temple of Kukulcán, it's an chichen itza archeological site. Thousands of years ago, the Mayan people, they are like us in the way of faith, they believed in several gods. They prayed for them in return of abundance and one of the gods was named: KuKulkan. On the day of Equinox, KuKulkan will make his presence on earth by descending from the sky in the skin of a giant snake to take tributes from his believers and he will grant harvesting and ample agriculture in return” Margot narrated as she started to draw the eye part so that it would make her model look at her in concentration while she’s giving a brief lecture. As a manner of speaking, during her year at the university, Margot has attended a class called ‘The ancient architecture of Latin-American tribes”. At last, it proved to be of some use even though the use was to keep a woman lock eyes with hers for a sketching work.
“So, you are an archeologist?” Amazed by the harangued historical lesson that was not paid to be lectured, Addison asked, a glint of interest started to form in her green orbs. Because truth be told, she was a sapiosexual or else she wouldn’t be attracted to her former husband and for the record, most of the people she dated are either performed incredibly well at academic field or showed a profound understanding of knowledge in their specialized department.
“No, I’m not qualified with the sense of adventure and besides, I prefer to stay at home and read some books, doing my architect works. Pay my bills and maybe just take a long nap.” The girl dreamily talked about her daily routine to Addison, shifting from talking and drawing back and forth but never did those at the same time.
At one point, she calmly tugged the pencil behind her ear and retrieved a rubber band from her pocket before use it tie up her long cascading blonde hair in a neat pony tail, two stands dangling down like a tendril from both sides of her face.
“What about you?” Margot inquired further as she resumed to her drawing again and it appeared that the both of them have begun to feel comfortable with one another’s company. Even though, the ride is about to finish in few minutes ahead but it was unbeknownst to the two. Time flies when you are at your most happiest self, it was believed.
“I’m a neonatal surgeon and don’t look at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“With that Oh-You-Have-The-most-boring-job-but-with-good-money look.”
“Isn’t it though?” They both laughed heartily in unison before silence crept because they have finally arrived at the center of the temple, both of them astonished at the sight, the architect put aside her ongoing work to enjoy the scenery for a moment. There were ancient words crafted on the ceiling and the sculpture of divine gods were meandering their ways located in a chosen order, looking very majestic and grand. Displaying at the bottom were dozen of indigenous people figures painted to look resemble as the actual ones as most as possible. Skeleton puppets fell from the rooftop and dancing in syncing rhythms to the song of mariachi in the background.
Addison just smiled at the distance of a lined-up lit candles that producing heat to fill the breezy wind from air conditioner while Margot giggled at the funny choreography of those skeletons.
The moment has passed and the boat was back again on track and the shore is present at the end of the tunnel, it was not far out of sight. After the flirty doctor and the shy architect shared a memorable time at the center of the kukulkan temple, they stopped talking and immersed in the peaceful accompaniment of the other. It was soulful and warm yet no words were uttered, just the two of them sitting. Out of nowhere, the female recorded intercom voice started to bid the customers farewell and wish for them to come back again next time, first in English and then followed by Spanish version.
At shore, Addison stepped out first, her long leg stood firmly on the ground with those 2 inches Louboutin heels. Without wanting to be sentimental to a perfect stranger she just fraternized with, she thought about saying goodbye and leave so that she didn’t have to look at the picture the girl has drawn and feel immensely utterly completely smitten by it. Because in every girl heart there is a tiny part that love those romantic gestures—flower giving, ice cream sharing, surprised gifts insofar as being presented with a portrait of herself. She knew this is a perfect trap but she could not debate anything since she was the one requesting the girl to draw her initially.
Therefore, Addison decided to worsen the situation by no longer listening to her logical brain and offering her hand for Margot to take as she tried to step out of the boat with her sketchbook and her yellow backpack.
Margot accepted the kind offering and their hands touched. Although, this time it was different than other times they touched one another.
To Margot Fairmont, the touch felt like a perpetual summer in July and the toy that she once adore. Like the lost jigsaw that she missed but never knew it was lost in the first place. Certainly, she will survive being deprive of this piece. However, when it come to the picture, everything comes to senses.
On the other hand, to Addison Montgomery, it was like a night of Christmas when she was in her youthful year and still believe in magic. Everything was mysterious and exciting to be discovered like opening up the layers of a present.
“Thank you.” Margot said, tugging a strand of hair behind her ears as she made it to the firm ground. She saw that Addison’s eyes were lingered at her sketchbook so the shorter lady opened the page up before writing some notes at the side of the paper and neatly tearing it out slowly so that it would not damage the picture. The act warmed Addison’s heart because of such careful considerate manner.
“Okay, as much as I want to keep this. It’s yours, as promised. Actually, I’m not done yet but you know with the time limit so…”
The redhead obtained the white sheet from the artistic stranger she grew to plant a seed of fondness towards. With the first glance to the portrait, she could tell instantly that the woman she just recently met possessed of a great talent at her hand. The meticulousness was expressed with lines and curves that were drawn, it looked realistic in black and white colors. It was answered now that Margot fell completely silent after the skeleton dancing because she was so devoted and focused in drawing the smile Addison shown during that time insofar as captured the glint of the doctor’s eyes to be radiant through the paper-based picture.
At the bottom of the picture was a signature that must be Margot’s. It was stylish with big M and the alphabet F that has a tiny poppy flower added at the end. Then, she noticed that Margot did write something else also but as she was about to read it, Addison looked up to see that her favorite stranger has now disappeared.
“To the doctor whose life was worthwhile because they live to heal others.” It read, beautifully written in Margot’s handwriting. The gone architect has charmed our great doctor, she knew that they might never meet again but at least, there was someone who appreciates her and her career and that was more amount happiness for her like a water to a withering plant.
“What a mysterious woman you are, Margot Fairmont.” Standing in the middle of the exit, Addison thought to herself.
10 Questions with Annella Perlman
1)What’s your morning routine?
I wake up early to make a cup of coffee and having a light reading of tranquility as the sunset.
2)If Elio were a girl, what would you named her?
Perhaps, Circe, My husband and I share a mutual obsession in Greek mythology. Therefore, I think our daughter’s name will still be within the boundary. Personally, I think she is an empowering demigod whose mind possesses of such intelligence and resourcefulness. I made a hypothetical presumption that our daughter might be crafty and witty in character.
3)Where did you meet your husband?
At the historical museum in Britain, during that time he was working there as an archeological professor and I was visiting the place to research for my PhD final paper.
4)Who flirt first?
I don’t think our relationship starts off from infatuation towards one another. It’s more of the interest we have in common that drawn us together. I remember that very day we met, we decided to have a pleasant wander together around the museum; talking about certain artifacts that display in the building.
5)Who ask the other to go on a date?
Upon my last day in Britain, he finally asked me to go on a date. I almost didn’t become Mrs.Perlman because I gave him my personal number the second time we met and since then he never called, until the last day of my staying.
6)What’s the favorite activity of you and your husband?
Walking around the city aimlessly and discussing about anything that come into our minds.
Reading books as his head is on my lap. Although, I must admit some truth that he has such soothing voice that I secretly wish he read to me more often than I read to him.
And of course, making love. (Winked)
7)Who get jealous more easily?
In all honesty, I do. Ask Sammy about the scenario. It was quite embarrassing.
8)Do you fight with your husband frequently?
-It is a habit of spouses to exercise their debate skill with each other, methinks. Though, Sam vexed me most of the time by his sudden mused. He simply doesn’t talk at all when I wanted to fight most and that is just infuriating.
9)Have you had any lover before Mr.Perlman?
-Yes, she is my college friend. She was also my first love who taught me that to truly love someone with all our hearts, we must be able accept the betrayal or the loss that one’s might provide you. It shaped me in becoming who I am today. I dare say she may be the embodiment of the word “affection” herself; however, tragically, she died because of an incurable infectious disease. But I will never run out of my tenderness for her, never. Not in this life.
10)Do you have pet names for each other? You and your husband.
In a way, we invented a new whole language to speak to each other in secrecy. I mean lovers always feel like they are inventing something together whether it be the intimacy they built or the miracle life which is a production of a holy consummation. I cannot tell you of the language because I wish it to be just between us two but I can tell you the meaning of it: Confidant.