i'm not sure i'm really ready to go back to work—i feel like i could take a month or two off and not feel full recuperated from that hell—but i'm at least more rested and less... fully burnt out. so! yay! onto newer and hopefully brighter things!
well! i DID accomplish my goal of publishing a fic during my time between jobs. i didn't finish any wips and instead started and finished 1 fic and started on a sequel for it, BUT!! i published something!! what a fun sense of accomplishment.
"don't you see you are a slave to alcohol? what if instead you were... a slave to something else..."
jfc
once again i am here to complain about instagram ads urging me to give up alcohol (and replace it with drugs) like come ON y'all
🤝
the frustration of having a favorite character who is difficult to whump really just means you need a secondary favorite character who is SO easy to whump. an easy solution!
saluting u all the same
exactly! he's like checking boxes so that he can get a good grade in mental health on paper and yet he's still standing on that roof looking down, still running into firefights because it's better than any time alone with his thoughts. that man!!
o u c h 😭
a meme of snow white with her face pushed up against a glass window with text that reads "kahment?"
me, 1-5 business days after posting anything to ao3
in all seriousness, while i desperately want jack to see what's wrong with robby, to catch the danger, to fix things for robby and to be there for him—jack abbot is SO not ok himself. he's constantly vigilant! he's compartmentalizing it all! he's getting shot at! he's not doing so hot!
a photo of a ceramic platter. it is mostly black over a light clay, with an octopus carved out of the black.
not stellar at taking photos of my work but: a platter! i have made... so many platters in the last couple of months. 🐙
i know that a lot of people are talking about someone slashing robby's tires/who's going to slash his tires, but i really hope that abbot walks out there with his knife in hand, only to find that whitaker has already dismantled the gd thing and the wheels are nowhere to be found. #thepitt
need to go to sleep but instead i just want to think about frank langdon having a bad time :(
soooooooo true
no more director brawls 😔 but i will be FREE
i start my new job on TUESDAY. holy shit. new era. i will no longer be a director (what a wild title lol) but i WILL be free of my old boss. so!!!
This reminds me of something Toni Morrison wrote.
YES. SOLD.
"is that a carburetor in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
i know that a lot of people are talking about someone slashing robby's tires/who's going to slash his tires, but i really hope that abbot walks out there with his knife in hand, only to find that whitaker has already dismantled the gd thing and the wheels are nowhere to be found. #thepitt
a screenshot of a fic on ao3 for the pitt titled "only wish you weren't my friend." it's tagged robby/langdon. the description reads, " Last night, Robby came home to find Frank Langdon in his living room—sick, shaking, unwell. When Robby wakes up in the morning, Langdon is gone. Robby spirals." the tags are: Rape Aftermath, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicidal Ideation, Drugs, Past Drug Addiction, Guilt, Shame, Resentment, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Depression, Vomit, Illnesses, Fear, Whump, Frank Langdon Whump, Caretaking, Unreliable Narrator, Complicated Relationships, Hurt Frank Langdon, Protective Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Good Friend Jack Abbot (The Pitt), the continuation of frank langdon’s terrible horrible no good very bad day, what happens when you can't stop caring about your ex-favorite protege even when you want to
flings this into the ether: archiveofourown.org/works/808639...
looking at points A and B in a fic and wanting to get to to point D, but having absolutely NO idea what possibly C could be to get both characters there: the eternal struggle
oooh hell yeah!!! congrats! (life really takes it out of you, i'm glad you were able to wrangle your creativity for this!!)
damnnnn thank you! i've been needing some lower effort meals lately and this looks SO good.
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oooooh my god i need to know what's in her, PLEASE 😍
the best kids movies are the ones you remember as a dream/nightmare only to find out years later this was a real thing your real eyes saw on TV
guess i'm writing a sequel to my frank langdon whump fic. i'm sorry, i just can't leave that man alone.
