Very few things-that-don't-matter bother me like the concept of 'zero-waste sewing', especially when it's also touted as 'beginner-friendly'.
Using your fabric efficiently? Makes total sense. No objection to that.
But specifically designing patterns such that every single part of a length of fabric is consumed by it? You're setting people up to fail. For one, you can really only do this with patterns made mostly of rectangles and right triangles, which can only make a very narrow range of garments that simply do not play nice with many people's bodies (especially bodies with lots of curvature). For another, a zero-waste pattern is also a zero-error-tolerance pattern. One wrong cut or measurement and the whole thing's toast. The wiggle-room that a more standard pattern allows also allows you to fix problems when they occur.
If you make a zero-waste garment and never wear it because it looks bad on you? That's not actually zero-waste. If you start a zero-waste garment and can't complete it because you made one little mistake? That's not actually zero-waste.
But more importantly, the whole idea of 'zero-waste' as a desireable outcome is antithetical to the methods and traditions of sewing. It's a form of functionless, guilt-driven, aesthetics-first minimalism that has no place in actual sewing practice. The scraps of fabric left over from cutting a pattern are incredibly useful. Larger pieces can become parts of new projects. Smaller pieces can become patchwork. Even really tiny scraps can become stuffing or batting or kindling or any number of other things. Home sewing has always been about not wasting things, but the way to not waste things is not by piously making only garments that suck, it's by repurposing, reusing, and recycling everything you buy. Once that fabric reaches your house, 98% of its environmental impact has already happened.
i hope one day we get to see the real robby. i hope we're able to see him find a way to drag himself out of these lowest of lows, and ask for help, and make steps forward in recovery and figuring out who he is outside of his actions within the hospital. i hope we get to see him learn, and understand, and then internalise the fact that he's worth more to the world than what he does in the ER department. i hope one day the show will start and it *won't* be one of the worst days of robby's life, because he's gone through hell and now he's come out of the other side.
more than anything i want him to get to the positive stage where the viewers can be directly shown the man who earnt the trust of trinity despite her traumatising past, and the man who has such a good rapport with the nurses that they automatically assume he's asking about them on a personal level when he talks to them since that's just who he is, and the man who gives javadi the space and encouragement to grow into who she wants to be, giving her the courage to understand that she's more than her parents wishes for her.
we know he's there somewhere, every interaction with the other staff show us that that's who he is inside, someone deeply caring and loving and driven, above all else, by an all-consuming empathy that is now eating him alive. i wish so badly that we'll get to see him happy and healthier and with the capacity to take care of not only others, but himself as well. he deserves that recovery and he deserves that peace and the medical community who have so deeply connected with this character deserve a story that is, at it's core, still driven by hope for a better future.
who knows if it will be one, or two, or four seasons down the line that we might get to this point. recovery is never linear and when faced with a broken system, the setbacks will be hard and the lows frequently catastrophic. but nonetheless, robby deserves a happy ending and deserves to find a way to get back the parts of him that burnout and depression have stolen from him. my biggest wish with this show will be to see the day robby has found some peace and respite, and is able to give once more the empathy that his relationships with others are all founded by. that maybe this might be a sign to people that hope isn't lost, and we can work for and achieve a better and kinder future within the medical field and beyond.
one of the reasons losing adamson and later losing leah, fundamentally broke robby is that those events shattered his coping mechanism for separating his two lives.
he told samira that she had to look at the pitt as having a force field around it. the things that happen out there in their personal lives should have no bearing on what happens at work and vice versa. he basically believes they ought to bifurcate themselves into two different people.
robby had never brought his issues with his mother into the pitt. dana had worked with him for a long time and never knew about them. the other people in the pitt did not have confirmation him and heather had a relationship. he doesn’t engage in gossip. he even waits to get up to the roof to talk personally with jack. their time in the elevator is still pretty professional.
then, robby has a series of personal tragedies occurring within the place he explicitly refused to make personal. he loses adamson, he finds out about heather’s abortion, he fails to save leah, then has a falling out with jake, and then, in season two, he quite literally invites one of the only people that has remained in his personal life to the pitt.
his four-walls have collapsed. the thing that should be an impermeable membrane has, overtime, become increasingly bypassed. he had these neat boxes between work and home, but then that all got mixed up.
robby most likely struggled with depression, boundaries, moral injury, and burnout for a very long time. but in the past five years, his singular strategy has been dissolved. the settings-based severance of these two halves of him has utterly failed him in this incomprehensible way.
Grace being kind of a pushover due to a combination of conflict avoidance, low self-esteem and the amount of stuff he had to put up with while working for Stratt (eg, “you live on this aircraft carrier now”).
Rocky and Grace being in some kind of meeting with the science thrum on Erid's surface (Grace in his xenonite suit), shortly after they arrive, when Rocky notices that Grace is being even more clingy than usual. Like he's constantly got at least one arm on Rocky's carapace, and has not moved away from Rocky since the meeting started. He's much stiller than he usually is— even accounting for his weakness from the malnutrition— and his light sensing organs keep rolling around in their sockets, meaning that he's anxiously scanning the room.
Rocky begins to worry. Is Grace getting sicker? Is the higher gravity having a worse impact than they thought? Or is he just nervous to be around strange Eridians? (Though he hasn't had this reaction to anyone else? Is there something up with the science Thrum??)
Rocky is like spiralling into anxiety until they have to move to a different part of the room for some reason and Grace, slowed down by the suit, briefly loses his hold on Rocky.
Immediately, he crashes into a table. And then backs into a wall. And then nearly knocks over some important Eridian science equipment. And then stands in the middle of the room, looking confused and slightly freaked out, both hands stretched out in front of him, opening and closing like he's grasping at the air.
Wait.
“Grace.”
“Yeah Rock?”
“At which point during meeting did light emitting devices in room stop working question?”
“Uh… like two minutes after we got in. Sorry, didn't want to be a bother.”
i know we talk a lot about dennis calling robby and jack daddy and dad (everyone writing it please keep it coming the increase in fauxcest in the tag is great) however (snipers line up at the edge of the building) i feel it in my soul that on the few times he lets himself go down and sub, robby calls jack and dennis mommy and mama. whoever he's with know he's really been fucked out of his mind when he slips up and brings that title out because consciously, he's so embarrassed of it. he truly has to be so cock drunk where there's not a thought left in his mind to use it but when he does it's almost the only word he knows, mumbling mommy, mommy, please, mama help as jack is thrusting in and out of him, robby so close to a rare second orgasm of the night (i know it's fun to make these men go multiple rounds but i delight in acknowledging how old they are and how truly challenging that would be). dennis laying alongside him pressing kisses up and down his neck cooing that it's ok, mama's right here, i've got you, mommy's taking care of you so well, just let go baby right as robby starts borderline seizing when the orgasm actually hits. them swaddling him up after everyone is cleaned and able to give him the softest aftercare full of sweet praise because he's too floaty to fight it with his normal self-deprecation. his boys know exactly how to strike when his defenses are down and he is going to love himself damn it.
idk what this is don't look at me i've got a cold and the freak is jumping out.
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you know....im in the mood now so yeah
It's a little rare. It happens on occasion but not enough that Jack and Dennis can actually see the warning signs. Sometimes Robby hides himself in his pillow so that they don't hear him, so they won't know how far gone he is.
But Dennis needs verbal confirmation so he's gently pulling Robby back up and hears that pained, whispered, almost defeated "Mama, please-" and immediately starts pouring out praises to his good boy. "I know, I know baby, but you're doing so good, so good for your mommy, yeah?"
Jack picks up on the situation quickly and switches his thrusts from forceful motions (because when Robby needs to go down, Jack has to fuck him like it's a punishment and Dennis can't handle it but Jack can do it) to gentle, easier thrusts. Fills Robby up completely, inch by inch, making sure he knows that Jack's here, mommy's here, there's no where to hide, no place he can go to where Jack and Dennis won't find him.
And the aftercare is so intentional and slow and easy. Someone if not both of them always have a hand on Robby, someone's talking even if he can't really understand words, (Jack's tit is pulled out if Robby needs something in his mouth sorry) and he just mumbles out soft "mommy" or "mama" pleads if he's not content with how something is. The blanket's not covering his feet, he wants water, he needs to hear they've got him.
yeahhh rural hucklerobby fucking in the back of their truck. robby with his arms locked tight around dennis's waist, driving up into him, punching out the cutest little moans from his boy. snaking a hand down to jerk his swollen little tdick, dennis panting out robby, m'cumming, m'cumming, please— oh, fuck, please, pleaseplease— as he tightens and gushes around robby's pulsing dick, skin flushed and slick with sweat.
robby following him into bliss and pumping dennis full of hot, sticky cum, so good, so fuckin good, baby, mmph— biting down on den's shoulder to muffle his broken groan. resting his face in the crook of den's neck, nuzzling softly, both of them panting in the aftermath and pleasantly fuzzy with pleasure.
robby mumbling rode me half to death, den, my little cowboy, huh? and dennis half-heartedly telling him oh, shut up. you did half the work anyways... how're your knees, old man? and robby laughing against his neck, nipping at his jaw, huffing oh, you little shit—
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