❤ male: Alex ❤ female: Lexie ❤ best ship: Alexie ✖ worst ship: Izzex ✖ least favorite: Arizona ✔ who resembles me: Mer+Lexie ❤ most attractive: Lexie ❤ three more characters that i like: George, Jackson, mh..mer? ❤ fave fantasy ship: George and Jackson !!!
Some dumb bitch I used to be friends with for like the shortest amount of time just replied to my journal: "The awkward moment when i don't understand why everybody says cheryl has a great voice. oh god" - WTF???????? CHERYL? BITCH!
AND THAT COMING FROM A BITCH THAT ADORES JCAP WHO HAD THE WORST VOICE OF ALL !!!
“Yes or no? In or out? Up or down? Live or die? Hero or coward? Fight or give in? I’ll say it again, to make sure you hear me: a human life is made up of choices. Live or die? That’s the important choice… and it’s not always in our hands.” - Derek Shepherd, MD
Have you watched that movie? That episode of your favorite TV Show, where some Hollywood writer philosophizes about life through the middle aged housewife that battled cancer sits in her hospital bed surrounded by her family; where the ambitious young police offer sinks to his knees thinking about all the dreams he had as a little boy, that part where the 89 year old grandfather of six closes his eyes for the last time.
We’ve all seen that movie, that show. We’ve all read that book.
In the light of death, you go back to all the significant moments of your life. Pictures of birthdays, graduation, and weddings dance in front of your mind’s eye like in a kaleidoscope. That’s what the characters say. That’s what the writers believe.
They have no idea…
“For most people, the hospital is a scary place. A hostile place. A place where bad things happen. Most people would prefer church, or school, or home, but I grew up here. While my mom was on rounds, I learned to read in the OR gallery, I played in the morgue, I colored with crayons on old ER charts. Hospital was my church, my school, my home; hospital was my safe place, my sanctuary. I love it here. Correction: loved it here.” - Meredith Grey, MD
Chapter 1: Wake Me Up Before You Go Go
“Stop it already!”, April shrieked with that high-pitched voice of hers that is part of why people take quite some time to warm up for her, and ripped the ball pen out of Lexie’s hand because she could no longer bear hearing the constant clicking noise Lex created by pressing it continually in the rhythm of a sprinting man’s pulse. “April..”, a tired Jackson interrupted, fetching out a delicate fountain pen from the breast pocket of his -in the wake of the nightmare from 3 days ago- morbidly white and shiny coat and offered it to Lexie with a warm expression, unable to give her a full smile. “Thank you.”, she said calmly and took it, sighed at April and walked away thus making Jackson give April a reproachful look. “What??”, she asked defensively. “Don’t tell me this click click click click click doesn’t drive you crazy, too!” True that. Jackson hadn’t slept too much in the past couple of days but then again who had? He wanted to lecture his friend but he decided to give her the same courtesy he gave Lexie, so he merely asked her to “Cut her some slack”. Turning away from the desk he leaned against, he watched the 2nd year resident enter the room she’s hung around in like a bat for days now. Room 203. Alex Karev’s chamber.
Lexie entered Alex room with a lie. “My shift is over.” Well, technically it was. But it had already been over a couple of times before she actually stepped down and called it a night. After her post-it brother in law had put Dr. Webber back in charge, Richard had ordered Doctor Wallace and Turner back from their seminar in Santa Monica to counsel his staff. Despite the fact that, due to the tragic casualties and injuries, SGMWH was now understaffed and had to rely on temporary help from other hospitals, said shrinks had made Webber agree to a new schedule for his traumatized doctors. They weren’t supposed to go on vacations because running away would likely result in them developing too great a fear to eventually set a foot back into this place, but also, in order to prevent breakdowns, they had him agree to short workdays, putting the well-being of the caregivers first. Pretty much every attending was cleared to work full time if they chose to, and they did. But there are also doctors like Jackson Avery for example who clearly couldn’t take more than a couple of hours a day at this point. Lexie, however, completely disregarding this policy, had been working several shifts now, slowly exchanging the blood inside her body with bland instant coffee’s caffeine.
Sliding into the painfully uncomfortable chair by Alex’ bedside evoked a great deal of sympathy for the family members of hospitalized patients in her within a matter of minutes. Wriggling about on it, she checked his vitals praying for a change that wasn’t there. Disappointed, her eyes wandered over to her boyfriend, who’s been sleeping ever since he slipped away right under her hands.
Lexie spent the days working, yet, checking on Alex after nearly every single consult, making sure he’s alright, hoping to find him awake, alas. When it would get dark outside, she’d call it a night, take off her coat and transform back from a busy doctor into merely a worried girlfriend. But even when she wouldn’t leave him alone for the world, she still hated those never ending nights that were so awfully silent that she could hear her every thought rattling in her mind, haunting her, making it impossible for her to find enough peace to sleep herself -a circumstance Lexie welcomed, because, at the end of the day, she’s just too frightened to let go and sleep and not keep an eye on the man in the bed before her.
So she did what she does every night: grabbed a little tub, filled it with water, fetched a sponge and started to slowly undress him.
When Meredith entered the Police Station for the 3rd time this week it didn’t take a genius to sense the tension in her every muscle. She stepped in front of her husband’s cell and peeked at his mates. One of which here for rather obvious reasons what with “her” tiny purple skirt and her golden glitter boots, and two other men that looked as civil and plain ordinary as Derek himself did, seeming -just like him- all out of place in a place like this. “Tell me..”, Meredith insisted, “Just one valid reason I should bail you out, AGAIN!”. Derek tried to go McDreamy on her and pursed his lips. “I’m your husband.”. To that she huffed angrily and crossed her arms. “Post-It ain’t gon’ save you this time, Derek.”, she pointed out. I’m tired of this crap!” Could he really not see her despair?, she wondered as she shook her head. “I’m sorry, Meredith.”, he promised. But that just seemed to upset her even more. “You’re sorry? That’s supposed to do? That’s supposed to do when we cannot build our house, because you’ve used up all our money for bail charges and trials? That’s supposed to do when we can’t have children because you get convicted and have to go to jail for more than one night at a time?” Her voice got even smokier than it was to begin with. “I’m Sorry is what you plan on telling the parents of the teenage girls on the sidewalk you run down because you lose control over your car?” She shook her head again, even harder this time. “No, Derek. It is I who am sorry!” He got worried. “Because I’m Sorry will NOT be what a policemen knocking at my door at 4am will say to me someday when you have run your car off the road and wrapped it around a tree! That’s not good enough for me, Derek.. I am not allowing you to make me a widow like that.” Deeply agitated, Meredith started to stomp away, despite his best tries to apologize, when suddenly she stopped, her hands buried deep in the pockets of her black trench coat remembering the words he said to her when after Christina and Jackson so brilliantly saved him he’d woken up. And without turning around to face him, she thought about the not so subtle ultimatum she’d basically just given him. “Live or die, Derek?”, she quoted surprisingly calm, and with that she left the department.
Later that day, when Meredith arrived at her house she realized how little it felt like a home anymore. Derek dangled between the hospital and jail, Alex was still hospitalized, Lexie hadn’t been around since the morning of the shootout when she left for work, George had gotten himself an own place and Izzie.. Izzie had been gone for almost a year now.
As she was about to take off her coat she decided she wasn’t going to spend all her time alone in an empty house just because everybody else was too busy to come around. She nodded to herself determinedly, picked up her car keys again and drove over to the one place that was once her sanctuary.
Christina spotted her first thing when she turned into the floor of the ICU. “There you are!”, Meredith’s best friend shouted exhilarated and came rushing to her side, anxious to fill her in with all that Mer’d missed while busy fighting with her husband. “So, George has gone totally badass in the OR today. He was flyin’, you know?”, she said excited. “I’m telling you, Rambo’s eyes would have popped out of his head when George was all You are not dying on me! and you know I’m not one to be impressed easily.” Yang rattled on before Meredith even had the chance to agree. Instead, she went on about how April keeps hissing at everyone for no valid reason when at the same time Jackson has become the mildest little dove.
Just as Meredith wanted to pick up there and ask her friend if she knew where those two were, Christina came to her big finish in a rhetorically brilliant save the best for last move. “But that was nothing compared to the epic.. -yeah I know we’re both too smart and sort of old to use this word like a bunch of brainless teenage fan girls but trust me that is just the most accurate term for the catfight that went down between Tess and Izzie 2.0 today!”
“Izzie 2.0?”, Mer wondered more about Christina’s lack of tact -or did she?- rather than the allusion to Alex’ new slightly alike girlfriend as figuring out whom she meant really was a no-brainer. Christina then explained: “I was originally going to go with Thatcher’s Crazy Offspring but that would have been kind of ambiguous and Meredith 2.0 struck me as rude towards you.” Sarcastically, Meredith huffed out a “How considerate of you.” before demanding for Christina to further elaborate what had happened between her sister and their attending. And with the utmost delight, Christina carried on: “Alex vitals improved and Lexie thought he was waking up, but instead of paging Tess she barked all sorts of instructions to the nurses herself which drew Altman’s attention to the room and when she entered and found Lexie all over her patient, Tess freaked out because she’s had it with you playing your boyfriend’s doctor!, Christina parodied. Meredith crossed her arms disapproving of Tess harsh words as much as Christina’s screwed up priorities in matters of storytelling. Clearly, an update on their friend’s condition was what she should have filled Mer in about first, but she knew that Alex well-being weighed hard on her friend’s mind as well. She was just better at masking her feelings. Christina, however, continued with her impersonation undeterred. “So, 4’s jaw dropped to the floor big time. I’m telling you, not even Callie could’ve fixed that!” She drew a deep breath. “And then Little Grey went all protective..Lion mother about Alex and tried to..-” Christina had to interrupt her story because she just couldn’t help laughing until Meredith hissed at her. “Christina!”
“Alright, alright!”, she retorted, lifting her hands in defense as she tried to pull herself together. Taking another breath she proceeded: “She tried to order Tess out of the room! An attending. She tried to..- Oh well. To that Tess went all pecking order on her.. If it wasn’t for Owen walking in and killing the show, -sometimes I wonder how him and I fit together like we do- she just might have gotten her fired.” That part Christina didn’t have to elaborate since it wasn’t the first clash between Lexie and Dr. Altman since Alex’ coma. Lexie was, undoubtedly, more than grateful that Tess had saved his life and she wouldn’t ever stop to express and display her gratitude to her (to the point of annoyance), yet, she wouldn’t back down when Tess told her to stop being Karev’s doctor and leaving it at being his girlfriend either.I saved his life!, she would insist, but that had gotten her nowhere.
Meredith looked over to the door behind which two members of her family one of blood and one of choice were, both injured badly in such different ways and she took a breath. “Tell April and Jackson I was looking for them.”, she said and headed towards Room 203.
When she opened the door to Alex’ room, Mer felt her heart sting first thing. It wasn’t even seeing her friend -usually so tough and energetic- lying there like that, all pale and hooked up to too many machines. Because to a surgical residentthat made sense, perfectly. Alex was hurt, so he would look and be treated a particular way. What robbed her of her breath much more was something that didn’t make much sense to Doctor Grey: Seeing Lexie look almost the same despite the absence of any obvious trauma to her body. Only Meredith Grey, a married woman, an older sister, a human being would be able to make sense of that. And she did -but in a way that hurt even more.
Lexie had just finished sponge-bathing Alex and changing his bandage and was now fixing his wardrobe when her sister carefully shut the door behind her, although she was rather certain Lexie wouldn’t have noticed if she’d slammed it. Mer’s eyes fell onto the little tub and the sponge, then wandered on to the fine pair or surgeon hands that ran over Alex chest soft as a breeze, trembling like a leaf. “Hey..”, she finally soothed, cursing herself inside for her lack of wit in a situation like this where delicacy was required so badly, and she approached Alex bed. With the speed of light, Lexie’s mind raced through tons of possible things to say, dismissing each one that was about herself. “How’s Derek?”, she ended up retorting. And to her sister’s great relief, Mer rolled with it. “He’s being an idiot.”, she said. “Walks around with a hole in his chest. Although, technically he drives around with one.” Or races around with one, Mer added in her mind. “How is Alex?”, she asked back and leaped for the chart when she flashed back to what Christina told her about Tess treating Lexie like a hysterical girlfriend rather than a fit doctor. So she left the chart in place and remained a visitor. Lexie huffed out so loudly it nearly startled Meredith, and stated the not so obvious: “You know, he was here for a while. Derek I mean.”
Since it had obviously been for a consult, Mer kept quiet and listened to what her sister had to say. “There is no reason for him not to regain consciousness.”, she recited her brother-in-law. “Not unless he just..doesn’t want to.” To that Lexie smiled bitterly. “I have a boyfriend who unwaveringly refuses to wake up and live his life because.. Because it sucks SO incredibly much that he would rather sleep until the end of time.”
She came back to Meredith’s question: “So.. I’m thinking not too good!”
“Lexie..”, Meredith sighed but Lexie didn’t give her a chance to say whatever the hell Meredith thought could possibly cheer her up. “Have I ever told you about the time I learned I had a sister?”, she asked, although they both knew she hadn’t.
Nevertheless Mer offered a No and Lexie rose from Alex’ bed and lifted her hands up to paint Meredith a picture. “Our father, he.. He would work a lot when I was a child.” When we were children, she added in her mind. “So I only saw him when he came home late, right before my bedtime. During workdays anyway.” She tucked a string of greasy blond hair behind her right ear. “Every day when I would hear the door fall shut, I would drop whatever I was doing -or holding- and rush to the door quick as lightning to welcome him home and wait for him to lift me up and kiss me and tell me I was the prettiest girl in the world, while I would try and fail to wrap my arms all the way around him -and he would. He would beam at me and hoist me up, press his lips onto mine and look at me so proudly my heart felt too big for my tiny body.” To Mer, this anecdote seemed too awkward to be shared right now but she patiently waited for Lexie’s point, as she wondered why her sister’s eyes turned darker with every word she spoke. After all, Lexie should be happy she’d gotten to have all this until she was a grown up, unlike herself who lost her father way too early. “So.. I’m seven and I hear the door fall shut and I drop the lettuce I was peeling for Leonard.” She briefly smiled. “Leonard was my turtle. I named him after my grandpa because he had the same wrinkly neck and button eyes and I found that fit so well at four..which..which was when I got him.”, she explained. “Anyway, uh.. I had been out with my mother that day buying a new dress and getting a little makeover because my dad’s..- our dad’s.. birthday was coming up and I begged her for it so I would look pretty at his birthday dinner on the weekend.” Lexie turned towards the window, wondering how it could be such a beautiful, sunny day outside this hospital when inside of it so many lives had fallen apart. “Not a big deal you’d think, but we didn’t have much money. Been pretty tight always.” Seattle. The always rainy Seattle, so bright and shiny. “I didn’t rush to the door this time because I was wearing my new capacious dress and some strappy sandals with with a bit of heels. Both light blue. Like our scrubs.. No bows or lace or any of that girly stuff. Just a cute little dress without sleeves, just as I wanted it, to look older.” The smile from before returned once more. “I knew we were not the richest people in the world and that I was lucky to have what I had so I was never the pushy whiny child at the supermarket that terrorized her parents until they bought her a bag of hard candy they so deviously stashed right by the register. Guess that’s why -the rare times that I did use my puppy eyes on her- my mother just couldn’t deny me anything. Like the caramel highlights that I’d begged for.” Both their faces changed as where she was going became a little more obvious. “That evening.. When he laid eyes on me trying to walk like a real lady and cloud how nervous I was about whether he’d like my new look or not; if he’d find me pretty- he looked at me and..-” She lifted her chin, her arms wrapped around her skinny body. To Mer’s surprise her next words were: “And his eyes lit up. I swear, I had never seen him so excited in my life, and he grabbed me so.. galvanic.. that I slipped out of the shoes I’d high-jacked from my mum’s cabinet. Hi Daddy!!, I shrieked and he breathed out in a jolt like patients do when they spit up blood or when you kick someone in the gut. And I guess, in a way, I kind of did..”
Her shoulders heaved and sank with her own deep breathing. “Then he breathed my name. Lexie.. It’s you. And I felt so proud. Had I actually been looking SO maturely that he didn’t recognize me at first? I nearly burst with excitement. But then his smile cracked.. and faded in a heartbeat. Thus making mine disappear as well.” Lex pressed the sides of her left index and middle finger to her sensual lips in a thinking manner. “I remember I felt my stomach twist up even though I had no idea what this expression in his face was,that torpedoed his best attempts to reestablish his smile, at the time.” She pursed her lips. “He pecked me on the cheek and told me to go feed Leonard, knowing, however, that I had not yet done it. My mum came to the door and when their gazes met, her smile vanished too. And when she watched me scuff upstairs with a stoop I could feel her become just as sad as dad and me already were.” She shut her eyes. “That night..”, she finally said. “Was the beginning of the end.”
“I don’t know what to say.”, Meredith admitted heavy-heartedly. And Lexie knew just why. “You like it.”, she discerned. “That he isn’t the cold-hearted bastard you thought he was.. But.. also the fact that he hurt me too.” Mer objected, yet, not very enthusiastically. “That’s not true.”
“Yes.. Yes it’s true. And you know what? I don’t even care. I am so tired.. of caring.” Tired is indeed what she looked like the most with those huge dark circles beneath her eyes and their faint expression as though nothing was left behind them anymore. “You need to do me a favor.”, Lexie demanded and a still stirred-up-inside Meredith could merely manage to nod. “Izzie.”, she sighed, the name of her boyfriend’s ex-wife. “Find Izzie.”
“Find Izzie. I couldn’t reach her. She’s not in Tacoma. I couldn’t find her. Track her down. Bring her here.”
“Lexie, they split up. He told her he didn’t want to..-” Lexie interrupted her sister by motioning her to stop talking, although when Mer did, Lex didn’t say anything either. For quite a while. “Iz? Izzie?”, she suddenly spoke with a trembling voice. “Iz? I’m sorry. Don’t go. We got married. Don’t go.”
“You came back for me, Iz. Don’t ever leave me. Don’t ever leave me again.” When Meredith started to realize Alex must have been saying this as he bled out, Lexie had already reached the door.
“No!”, Meredith shouted. “Don’t!”, she ordered. “You’re not Izzie. You’re nothing like her.” She briefly paused. “You don’t walk out on people that you love.” To that unexpected concession, Lexie froze. “You won’t walk out on him when he needs you the most. That is not who Lexie Grey is.”, Mer added looking at the door, against which Lexie leaned, desperate like never before in her life. “I can’t take it, Meredith.”, she sighed. “He didn’t recognize me, he thought I was Izzie.” Like Dad, they both thought. “When he wakes up and recognizes that it’s not her..that it is just me, I..-. I can’t stand this expression in his eyes. Again.. There was just SO much disappointment in Dad’s face. I can’t ever be looked at like that again. It hurt so much the first time around” In that moment Meredith realized two things. First, Lexie was right. She had been kind of delighted to learn she wasn’t the only one Thatcher wronged. Second, she was an idiot for having felt better after that.
“He won’t be disappointed..”, Meredith tried to promise but Lexie just smiled weakly with her eyes shut and her fist resting against the door, next to her face. “Yes he will be. Because he wants the girl that he loves. The one he misses everyday since the day she left his life.” Mer’s heart cringed as she wondered what man they were really talking about right now. “You’re right.”, Lexie sighed. “I am not someone who walks away when the going gets rough. But.. I am also not the one that he needs.” I’m not the one anyone needs. “I’m not the answer to anybody’s question, or prayer or desire.” She frowned. “So please, Meredith, please find Izzie so she can bring him back to us.” After a pause that felt much like forever Mer spoke up. “I will..”, she promised and reached for her sister’s back but just like with Alex’ chart, she thought twice about it in the last moment and took her hand back. Lexie cleared her path and Mer left the room, feeling incredibly heavy.
Lexie looked at a still unconscious Alex and slipped out of her sneakers to crawl into bed next to him. “You’re my answer.”, she whispered and then stole a kiss from a man in a coma.
When Meredith finally found Jackson and April she waited a moment before approaching them. There was something about them that still felt so strange. Granted, It had been a year now so they all got to know and either hate or like each other, and in the light of the latest events all those childish rivalries and seeing your co-workers as arch enemies no longer made sense but, still, they seemed to be Mercy Westers -as opposed to Seattle Gracers. And that had to come to an end, Meredith decided. So she reached out. “You two..”, she spoke, “come live with me.” April’s eyes lit up as Avery wrinkled his forehead. “What?”, he asked.
“You’re seeking a new place for the two of you, Christina told me. I’m saying quit searching and come live with me.” Jackson crossed his arms. “You don’t have to do this just because Yang and I..-”
“Stop right there.”, Meredith demanded. “This is not about Derek. Although you can be assured I will never stop being grateful for what you did.”
“She’s right, Jackson.”, April said starting to look sad. “If it was about that she wouldn’t ask me to move in too. You saved him, but I got him shot in the first place.”
“April..!”, the other two both interrupted. “Look, April, that’s crap. Okay? You didn’t get Derek shot. The one that did was the one who pulled the trigger. Gary Clark. He’s the one that did all of those awful things to us, not you.” After sorting that out Meredith came closer to April and looked at the shy, doe-eyed 3rd year resident. She intended to elaborate how she knows what Reed meant to April and that she herself got to keep Christina and how she was horrified Alex was going to follow their friend Charles. But instead she just reached out her hand to April and asked: “Remember..?”. And, of course, April remembered. Like she did back then, she grabbed Mer’s hand and this time even featured the cutest little smile that Jackson couldn’t help but reflect. “Strikes me it’s set then.”, Meredith stated, pursing her lips into a tiny smile herself.
George, a proven great man in a storm, was part of those doctors who still worked full shifts. That is how it came that he was one of the first to spot the blond Goddess that had once meant the world to him. When he saw Izzie his heart skipped a beat and he paled up in the blink of an eye. “Seriously?”, Christina asked when she saw him leap behind the reception counter, smiling to herself for the smooth allusion. “Shush!”, he ordered, praying that for change she’d obey. “Christina!”, Izzie shouted when she spotted her friend. “How are you, are you okay? You look okay. Where’s Alex’ room?”. George pressed his back against the counter as Izzie approached it. And for once Christina would actually surprise George as she crossed her arms and looked at her frowning as she asked: “Why do you care?”, to which Izzie sighed “Not now Christina. Just tell me where he’s lying.” And Christina did. After Izzie was out of sight she glanced down at George. “Pathetic.”.
“Yeah whatever. Cannot miss the show. You coming?”, she asked, sure a scandal was coming up in Alex’ room any moment now. “What do you mean?”, he asked but from his face you could tell that it had dawned on him the moment the last word had left his mouth. “Oh oh.”, he huffed and turned around helplessly. “We’ve gotta do something.”
“And what would that be? Chain them to the sides of Alex’ bed? This had to happen sometime. Now all we can do is grab some fries and enjoy the fight. Who do you think will win this? The Ex-Wife? Personally, my bet is on The Rebound. She has crazy eyes.” George lay his head back sighing. “Let’s go.”, he said to make sure he wouldn’t end up with another trauma patient.
Izzie entered Alex room and her eyes fell on the girl that lay in his good arm blond as herself, stroking over his chest and rubbing her nose against her ex-husband’s cheek. Lovely, she thought to say but just how cold would that have seemed as her first word in reaction to seeing Alex lying there so weakly. “How is he?”, she ended up asking which had Lexie freeze up. Meredith could not possibly have found her so quickly, let alone brought her here. Izzie explained herself as though she knew what was going on behind Lexie’s forehead. “I was out of the country. I saw the news only yesterday. Came here first thing.”
As Lexie sat up and got out of bed, Izzie took her place, sitting down at Alex’ bedside. “Everything will be okay, Alex. I’m here now.”, she said and bent over to kiss his forehead the moment Christina and George arrived in front of the room. “He won’t wake up.”, Lex heard herself say, as her stomach twisted up inside of her body with the scorn she felt for the woman that had her hands all over her boyfriend. “You must have missed something.”, Izzie accused her and made Christina’s eyes widen in anticipation. Bitch, George thought who was still legitimately angry at his former best friend for her departure from his best friends’ and his own life at the worst possible moment. “That is complete crap!”, Lexie defended herself. “We tried everything. What he needs is time!”
Oh this is so good, Christina thought.
“What he needs is a good doctor to get him out of this misery!” To that Lex freaked out. “What he needed was a good WIFE that didn’t put him into this misery in the first place!”, she shouted. “But instead he got you and now he may never wake up again and his very last thought was how you walked out on him and left him to drown on dry land!” Her stomach was burning like fire. “So don’t you dare come here now and pretend like we don’t take the best care of him, because we do, and we don’t need YOU to tell us how to be good doctors OR good partners! He doesn’t need you to wake up!”
And as though to object -just when she thought she’d made her point, because Izzie’s jaw dropped right down to the floor- Alex eyes opened up in a jolt.
I could be a writer for the show and..I just sort of need people to know when I had an idea or thought before. Shrug.
I have a question and since I only ever see you here anymore I thought i could give this a shot.. when i edit gifs right? i can change the delay for each layer.. is there away to change it for all layers at once? can#t seem to just mark them all.. and with like 40 layers or frames or whatever it’s called it really sucks to set the delay one by one..
I’m Jordan (or will be someday lol hate my real name) 21, from germany and yeah i think it’s obsolete to say that i’m madly in love with GA although I’m upset with 99% of what’s going on there these days.
I thought I could give you a little trivia about me and GA really hoping you won’t grill me for it…
Stuff I Love: Favorite Ship: Alexie
Other ships: Jaxie
, George / Mer (in RPGs anyways), Tenry, Dizzie
Favorite Charas: Lexie
Favorite Season: 06! Favorite Episode: 6x21 - How Insensitive (Sweetest Alexie scene ever! But then again I remember nothing from S04)
Stuff I Hate: Worst Ship: CalZona
Other ships: Crowen
Worst Charas: Arizona
Worst Season: 07 Worst Episode: 5x24 - Now Or Never (2) (Because I lost my baby..
- I have the DVDs from S1-6 but I never touched them. You see, I cannot watch them on my own because I’d be too upset over seeing particular things which really sucks..
Especially since I haven’t seen the first 2 Seasons of GA and the third only sporadically as I recall.
- I’m kinda a newbie in FF writing so I’d love to hear your comments. I mean I do write all day of everyday but that’s RPGs and not FFs. Speaking of which I would love to play with you guys (1 of you per game) so please mail me if interested. Pretty open for anything there only I call dibs on playing Lexie! ^^
- I also watch PP. Haven’t seen the last two eps of either show because stuff upset me too badly.
- I adored the Season 6 finale and Song Beneath The Song the utmost possible way. Sara Ramirez voice blew my mind and still does every single day! Not to mention how amazingly beautiful Chyler’s voice is *+*
- I’m in LOVE with Chyler and Justin to a point far beyond health!
- I’m overly sensitive, emotionally way more twisted than all GA charas together and so I’m hoping you won’t hate on me ^^”
- I would just LOVE if you could mail me if you too like Alexie because I want to befriend more of those shippers!
- Please read and comment my FF “With You I’m Born Again”
- Really hope you won’t think I suck now for all the stuff on the show I dislike.. It IS my favorite show after all..