Ah. Now what I believe to be happening here is a trick of the dropout editing tram. That shirt is a tad too highlighter bright for Brennan's usual style, and it looks a lil out of place in the photo. This happens frequently with the posters that Brennan doesn't have a shirt that fits the colour scheme, so they edit it to be a different colour. My favourite example is unsleeping city.
I believe this shirt is his white shirt, it's the same fabric texture and cut, but edited to be bright yellow for the vibe of the poster.
there is something very satisfying about game changer getting alex horne to provide score commentary for the earwigs episode. i hope it happened exactly like when jason mantzoukas was asked to do commentary for the conkers game on taskmaster and he said "what is this footage? I don't understand what's going on" and they told him oh it's conkers to which he said "what the fuck is conkers??" meanwhile alex horne would have received the game changer footage with no additional information and gone "right they're all wearing wigs, they've all got earpieces, it's your standard triple layer fakeout mini games within games game" and did it all in one take
if i were a respected british actor with any principles at all i would simply not agree to a project whose earnings will have material consequences for trans people but maybe i'm built differently
Jack rallies Robby, week one on meds, to come out and enjoy some time out with him so he can finally start to feel a bit better.
It works, mostly.
Part 1
The thing about meds for multiple different diagnoses is that they tend to be intense, even when starting out on a low dose. He’s no stranger to them himself, now on an as-needed anti-anxiety prescription he takes when the PTSD is “PTSD-ing”, as the kids say.
He’s familiar with the headaches and the nausea and the night sweats and the insomnia.
Robby, however, isn’t. At least not as a side effect of much-needed medication.
Robby is on a nice dose of Paroxetine, which Jack knows from personal experience and, well, being a doctor, is not the kindest to the body at first. It's high effectiveness has it's consequences. He’s taken a month off (which is still way less than his PTO accumulation accounts for) on the recommendation of Caleb.
Well, it was more of a “take your meds and some vacation time or the next time I see you you’ll be in such a state that grippy socks and pants with no strings will be your attire for three or more days”, but Jack knew Caleb had to stay professional, even with Robby.
Yeah. That convinced Robby, because besides agreeing to the medication, there was really no other option left. Either Robby agrees to meds and therapy, or Jack calls in the 301 that Robby qualified for, and ends up with meds and therapy anyways.
So now, Robby is in what Jack likes to refer to as zombie mode. He shuffles from room to room, is more grunt and moan than real speech, doesn’t seem to hold hygiene in high regard, and is, by all accounts, not much human right now. But he's also alive, has had his first session which went well, all things considered, and has admitted to Jack he needed it.
But Jack knows that in order for the meds to really start working, he’s got to get Robby up and moving. Doing something. Take in some fresh air and vitamin C, or at the very least, stand upright under a vent. Staying in bed in misery and filth won't help.
He moves back down the hall, wheelchair moving against the wood flooring, and pushes the door open.
“Michael?” He calls, soft.
“Mrhhhgpp.” Robby replies, into the pillow. "Jaaa."
Ah. He is awake. Jack rolls himself over, to Robby’s side of the bed, and places a hand on Robby’s greasy hair.
Yeah, he needs a shower.
“I thought we could do a couple errands today. Go to the hardware store, get some lunch, that order you made at the bookstore came through…”
“Ngnnnnnn.”
Jack raises a brow.
“Do you have a headache?”
“Nnn.”
“Nausea?”
“Nnn.”
“Any aches?”
“Nnn.”
“Soreness?”
“Nnn.”
“Any pain at all?”
Robby turns, moving so his side so he can look at Jack face-on. The creases of the pillow are pressed into his skin. His beard is unkempt. His face is stoic and set in frown.
“No.”
He smells, which is something Jack is not thinking unkindly, but realistically. It makes sense. He's not judging, but he wants to help.
"Whadoyounee?" Robby grumbles at him, wiping a hand down his face, sweat dripping off his fingertips.
Yeah. Shower and shave.
Jack smiles, undeterred by the glare and the smell.
“Good! Glad you feel fine."
He turns, spinning on the wheels, heading to their in-suite.
“Come help me shower. I want as much time off my feet as possible this morning.”
He smiles again when he hears the sigh, the bed creak, and Robby’s heavy footsteps behind him. Robby might be a cloud of misery at the moment, but giving him a task? He'll tell Robby, while they're in the shower, that they need to wash the towels and sheets, so he can deter Robby from crawling back into bed.
If this continues, he can maybe get Robby into the kitchen, a bagel with cream cheese in his stomach, and some of the curtains open.
He gets Robby's hair washed, his beard trimmed, his teeth brushed, and stomach full of turkey bacon and everything bagel by twelve. Yes, it took five hours, but Robby went from smelly-sad-empty-stomach-man to smells-nice-with-full-stomach-man, so it doesn't really matter how long it took.
"I need to go pick up my prescription today," Jack says, rolling his knee again as he settles into his prosthesis, "so I thought you'd come with me. We can stop by that cafe you like, with the sugary coffees and sweets. The Kosher place."
Robby, staring off into space on the couch, doesn't say anything for a moment.
"I'm not supposed to have caffeine on my meds for right now." He says, after a few beats pass, not looking at Jack. "Caleb said."
"Caleb would also say de-caffeniated is fine, sugar is fine, because otherwise you eat like a rabbit, or worse, don't eat at all. I don't think some rugelach is going to mess up your dose, do you?"
He swears, for just a moment, Robby smiles.
"I haven't had rugelach in a long time..."
Jack slides his keys off the counter. "Well then. You come with me, I'll get you all the rugelach you want."
He waits, for a moment, at the counter. Phone out, pretending to scroll, waiting to see if Robby takes the bait the way he took the shower bait. After a few long moments, Robby stands, sighs, and heads to the door where they keep their shoes.
"Alright," he says, passing by. "But we're taking your truck. I don't feel like driving."
That one clip of Brennan Lee Mulligan in game changer saying "I can set my own standard for what success looks like, and it always looks like trying your best" has done more for me than therapy ever has
I love that Grace says he and Rocky "haven't run into anything where our cultures clash" while they're actively navigating two pretty major points of difference. From Grace's perspective, being watched in your sleep is sort of unnerving; for Rocky it's imperative. From Rocky's perspective, eating is taboo and private; for Grace it's a casual, social activity. When Grace says they haven't run into any culture clashes, he's just woken up to Rocky watching him and now he's eating breakfast. It's obviously not true that they have no conflicts in their social norms! It's just that they instinctively accommodate each other with curiosity and empathy, finding ways to bend on the things that matter to each other and explain when something is really important to themselves. Grace has spent his life holding other people at arm's length, and then in Rocky he meets someone who makes him want to do the work, and that work becomes so natural he doesn't even realise he's doing it.
is this real? / i thought pro wrestling was fake? wrestling is 'fake' in that the fights are choreographed and the winner is predetermined, but the physicality is very real. there's no way to 'fake' getting whipped with a metal chain so hard it leaves welts.
why ARE they chained? this is a specialty fight called a 'dog collar match' where both participants are, you guessed it, fitted with dog collars which are then chained together.
is this legal? / how can this be allowed? why wouldn't it be? they're both consenting adults who planned and agreed to it.
but they could be seriously hurt! they know, and they accept the risk. pro wrestlers are well aware of the injuries possible in their line of work, and they do it anyway because they're crazy people.
IS there aftercare? of a sort, yeah - there's a medical team on hand to patch everyone up, and lots of coworkers backstage to give them a 'job well done!'
why are they wearing thigh highs? they're kneepads/shin guards for protection. looking like sexy thigh highs is just a bonus side effect!
ok, but why's that guy in a shiny speedo? personal preference. wrestlers can design their own outfits and some prefer full coverage long tights, while others wear less to show off the gams.
is that cm punk? yup! he unretired last year.
why do straight men watch this? i'm still trying to figure this one out. 🤷
#is this just kinky as hell to anyone else or like#is that just me?
Nah mate two half-naked muscular men chained together by their dog collars whipping the shit out of each other with chains in a ritualised power struggle with a predetermined dominator and submitter of the interaction in a public ring is wholesome family entertainment
