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Thomas art I yet to post

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Finally tested out the fancy Tumblr post functions

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divorcedfranklangdon

I love how Robby says "we're a safety net, and nets have holes" but then the entire episode is a love letter to nurses and how they keep patients from falling through the cracks. Dana immediately goes and interferes to make sure that Gus is admitted to the hospital. Perlah has the most emotional response to Louie's death, and it's the nurses who are all mourning his loss together. When Roxie is struggling with her bedpan and humiliated, Princess kindly reminds her that that's what she's here for. Dana and Emma take care of Louie's body and Dana tells Emma's that it's the last thing they can do for patients. When Joy asks Robby how Kim "already knows all that" he responds that "she just does" because she's an experienced nurse who knows what she's doing. They can't get an ASL translator so Princess tries her best with her less than perfect ASL just so a patient can know they haven't forgotten her. Donnie is taking time to teach the med students how to suture because he's better at it than the guy who's been a doctor for a week. Jesse immediately goes and gets Gus a drink because he's starving and holds the drink and straw for him. Princess comforts and holds the panicked sister of a patient as she worries about "what's wrong with him". And then, at the end, Emma holds Louie's hand because there's no one else there to hold it

ableism

I really did not gaf about Romano in any way that meant anything until he got his arm chopped off by the helicopter rotor. Like obviously I loved to hate him as was the utility of his character, to be a representation of the huge ego low emotion surgeon archetype; Genuinely i feel he was supposed to be a sociopath, but they give him just a few moments throughout the show that make you go Ohhhh oh no he has feelings he’s just an incredibly disordered human being. Him losing his arm and all the plots that followed really drove this home and gave so many phenomenally nauseating and impactful moments, like when he’s looking over the roof of the hospital and that coldplay song starts playing… YUP I cared. And when he finally decides to just amputate the arm and he wakes up after and deliriously, through tears, tells Elizabeth he loves her. Because he does love her and has the whole time, but she can never reciprocate because of all the buses she faced from him, and he can never express that to her in a way that meant anything at all. All of this made even worse by and culminating in the fact that he later dies via helicopter accident (literally his absolute worst most internal justified terror; I WAS SO FUCKING AGOGGG) and then Elizabeth is the only person who feels anything at all about his death, puts on the memorial, cries at pictures of them together. *HE* caused that by being despicable, he ruined any opportunity in his life for love and connection, and met his ironic death kicking and screaming. RIP Robert “Rocket” Romano you will always be a complex fucking character

mariadesaulniers

My dear Ganymede. They speak of him as a symbol, a constellation, a prize lifted into the heavens but I see a child standing at the edge of the earth, still smelling of grass and milk and daylight, still belonging to his mother. He is innocence made visible. And worse innocence noticed. No one speaks enough about the moment before the sky opens. No one mourns the seconds when his feet still touched the ground, when his mother could still reach him, when the world was small enough to be safe. They rush past that part, eager for gods and stars, as if divinity excuses the violence of being taken. I think of his mother often. I think of her hands what they were doing when the air tore open above her son. Was she folding cloth? Grinding grain? Calling his name? Did she hear the wings? Did she run? Did she scream until the mountains learned grief? And I think of myself, standing in that place, knowing that no prayer, no scream, no love is strong enough to stop a god who wants.