if we can make it through the storm

you know i wanna beat it, wanna beat it bad oh everyone looks happy in a photograph (whisker. twenty-nine.)

[bleedingxglory]

whisker. twenty-nine somehow. (don't ask me how i made it this far)

i'm not all there upstairs but it's fine. i also may or may not have an energy drink addiction right now.

I like to write sometimes and in addition to being obsessed with the (ladies of) pitt right now, you can throw in hockey (most times) and joshi puroresu.

-

discord is always available to mutuals!

my ao3 is here

[melodramas]

What's the square root of 841? I'm not a human calculator.

THE PITT 2.02 — "8:00 A.M."

[bleedingxglory]

i was going to give you all a wip wednesday even though i have made absolutely no progress on anything, but i have spent the last hour and a half packing up my motel room to move to a new one and now if anyone needs me i'm going to go lay on the floor and read fanfiction until 8:30. and then i'm going to take my meds a little early and hope i fall asleep before midnight if you see me on after, or even after midnight....no you didn't.

[not-lupus]

logging onto tumblr when a mutual is in the midst of lifeblogging

[0hh-bother]

One would think that, given they are all doctors (or nearly there, anyway), they'd be a little more professional about how they handle their blood being drawn. And some of them are, but... some people...

Baran and Cassie are perfectly fine having their blood drawn. The latter might wince as the needle goes in, but otherwise, she's unfazed. Baran's nearly nodded off before, to the surprise of many.

Yolanda and Emery act tough about it. They actually prefer to go together and have a firm pact sealed that they will never utter a word of what happens while they are there. They definitely don't hold hands, and Yolanda definitely keeps her eyes open the entire time. Full-fledged surgeons, mind you. Emery will insist the not hand-holding is purely for Yolanda's comfort, but she's actually just scared of needles.

Trinity would rather shoot someone dead than have any sort of bloodwork done. Her ass has got all kinds of problems that she refuses to acknowledge because diagnosing them requires bloodwork (anemia, hypothyroidism, etc.). The first time in recent memory she'd gotten bloodwork done, she'd gone with Samira and Victoria (she refused to let her girlfriends see her in this state). It ended with them having to hold Trinity down to get her to actually do it. She stole a lollipop at the end for her "suffering".

Samira can stomach blood like a champ. Except for her blood. She cannot stomach her own blood. Because why is it there? Why is it not inside her, where it belongs? Absolutely fucking not. So she has to turn her head away any time her blood is drawn. One time she looked down for some exposure therapy and deadass almost threw up.

Victoria has never needed her blood drawn. Ever. Cassie doesn't believe this. She's ninety percent sure the med student has messed with her records somehow. Trinity asked how Victoria felt about needles one time and was given such a withering glare that she never asked again.

Dennis tanks the needles. He'll take six needles at once if he could. He eats needle cereal in the morning. Showers with needle soap and needle water. Trinity hates getting flu shots with him 'cause he's very macho-man about it, always like "That was it? Wow, that's great!" while Trinity is skittering up the walls like a frightened cat.

[bleedingxglory]

if tomorrow never comes

remember when i said i was writing a mowalsh tragedy?...yeah shoutout to @dietcoke-and-daisies for encouraging me to keep this going, and shoutout to @snoopysvictoire for reminding me there are no rules, and i did not have to wait til i was finishing writing this before posting. also this is part one...of I don't know...yeah you can yell at me I'm yelling at me too. also on ao3

There was a strange feeling in Samira's stomach.

It was a feeling that despite being a doctor, having years of experience, she had no way to quite accurately describe it. It wasn't a normal gut feeling. Good or bad, she wasn't sure. It was just…there.

That was the most annoying thing. If she had to put a name to it. Not being able to put a name to it.

There was nothing happening that would even bring a reason to feeling strange. She had a social life for the first time since she could remember; outings with Victoria, Trinity, Dennis, and Mel, sometimes with all four, sometimes just one or two, depending on when schedules overlapped. Be it just for coffee or late nights at the bar singing their hearts out in karaoke (something Mel and Trinity had somehow roped the entire group into one night and it just stuck), they were very important to her and her schedule. It was what she needed to reset and refocus.

She was finding her footing at work; switching into a focus in geriatric care in emergency medicine for her fellowship like Baran had suggested turned out to be exactly what she needed. She was able to take her time, investigate, work the way she needed to to be the best doctor she could be, the very thing Robby once criticized her for. (God, how sweet it had been to see him actually admit he'd been wrong about the way she worked, something Baran had all but assured he did once he was back from his sabbatical. She rode that rush for a week. Hell, she still rode that rush.)

And things with Emery couldn't have been more perfect. There was something about falling asleep next to the one person she loved more than anything else in this world each night and waking up to her in the morning that could turn any bad shift into fewer nights beating herself up and more nights being reminded that she was doing the best she could. Emery really had been the thing that kept Samira together through the rest of her R4 year into now. Everything else had been a bonus.

Absolutely nothing in her life would suggest, or be a cause for, a weird feeling in her stomach that she couldn't name.

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"Hey, Mohan." She barely glances up from the chart she's finishing. She was rarely ever beyond on her charts nowadays, but today they'd seemed to pile up. That was fine, she could use them as a distraction.

"Just a second…" Samira clicks a box and looks up. "What's up?"

Yolanda's got a look on her face that Samira can't decipher. It makes the feeling in her stomach churn up again. So much for distracting herself.

"You hear from Emery?"

Samira pauses. They'd had their good morning/goodnight kiss that morning. She'd heard from her around lunch but…that was about it. "Last time I heard from her was around…noon I think? Maybe one, whenever I managed to take a break. Why?"

"She's late." Yolanda pauses before she speaks. "Not by much but still…you know Em's never late."

"No she's not she's…" Samira looks at her watch. It was later than she had realized, but Yolanda was right. Emery was late. Emery was never late. She prided herself on being early. "Late." Samira grabs her phone. No texts, no calls, nothing. Suddenly that feeling is a hell of a lot stronger.

"Um…" She's trying not to panic as she badges out of the computer. Her mind is racing. Yolanda is saying something but Samira can't hear her. There's a trauma alert that's called in. Dana's yelling things. Samira barely can't hear her . Can't hear anything or anyone Her heart is pounding in her chest. In her ears. Everyone's moving around her.

Her mind is on Emery. Panicked that something has happened.

Her mind doesn't snap back into her surroundings until someone's pulling her away from chaos forming at the ambulance bay and someone's screaming her name. More like they're screaming to get her away from the situation.

It's Trinity's arms pulling her back, and that just makes the feeling flare up even more because Trinity never willingly pulls herself away from a trauma.

"Mohan, you can't take this one. You can take anything else. Not this one." Trinity's voice is soft, she's trying to keep herself in Samira's line of sight, trying to cut off the sights of the trauma.

"No…no I need to go, it's a trauma. If you're here they need-"

"It's handled. They've got it." Trinity's desperately trying to get Samira away and Samira cannot figure out why. She hears words thrown out from Trauma One, where the chaos had seemingly gone to from the ambulance bay. Car accident. Head trauma. Not breathing. They're registering, but what's not registering, not right away, is why they concern her.

Until they shove Garcia from the room too. Robby yelling for Miller, Conley, anyone else. Garcia arguing back that she's the closest surgeon they've got.

"Oh my God." It hits her all at once. "Emery."

[trinitypilled]

HELLO??????? SUPRIYA DON'T PLAY WITH ME

[bleedingxglory]

#whisker this is so intriguing but at the same time. what the fuck is your problem

how much time do you have for me to answer this question @snoopysvictoire

[bleedingxglory]

if tomorrow never comes

remember when i said i was writing a mowalsh tragedy?...yeah shoutout to @dietcoke-and-daisies for encouraging me to keep this going, and shoutout to @snoopysvictoire for reminding me there are no rules, and i did not have to wait til i was finishing writing this before posting. also this is part one...of I don't know...yeah you can yell at me I'm yelling at me too. also on ao3

There was a strange feeling in Samira's stomach.

It was a feeling that despite being a doctor, having years of experience, she had no way to quite accurately describe it. It wasn't a normal gut feeling. Good or bad, she wasn't sure. It was just…there.

That was the most annoying thing. If she had to put a name to it. Not being able to put a name to it.

There was nothing happening that would even bring a reason to feeling strange. She had a social life for the first time since she could remember; outings with Victoria, Trinity, Dennis, and Mel, sometimes with all four, sometimes just one or two, depending on when schedules overlapped. Be it just for coffee or late nights at the bar singing their hearts out in karaoke (something Mel and Trinity had somehow roped the entire group into one night and it just stuck), they were very important to her and her schedule. It was what she needed to reset and refocus.

She was finding her footing at work; switching into a focus in geriatric care in emergency medicine for her fellowship like Baran had suggested turned out to be exactly what she needed. She was able to take her time, investigate, work the way she needed to to be the best doctor she could be, the very thing Robby once criticized her for. (God, how sweet it had been to see him actually admit he'd been wrong about the way she worked, something Baran had all but assured he did once he was back from his sabbatical. She rode that rush for a week. Hell, she still rode that rush.)

And things with Emery couldn't have been more perfect. There was something about falling asleep next to the one person she loved more than anything else in this world each night and waking up to her in the morning that could turn any bad shift into fewer nights beating herself up and more nights being reminded that she was doing the best she could. Emery really had been the thing that kept Samira together through the rest of her R4 year into now. Everything else had been a bonus.

Absolutely nothing in her life would suggest, or be a cause for, a weird feeling in her stomach that she couldn't name.

----------------------

"Hey, Mohan." She barely glances up from the chart she's finishing. She was rarely ever beyond on her charts nowadays, but today they'd seemed to pile up. That was fine, she could use them as a distraction.

"Just a second…" Samira clicks a box and looks up. "What's up?"

Yolanda's got a look on her face that Samira can't decipher. It makes the feeling in her stomach churn up again. So much for distracting herself.

"You hear from Emery?"

Samira pauses. They'd had their good morning/goodnight kiss that morning. She'd heard from her around lunch but…that was about it. "Last time I heard from her was around…noon I think? Maybe one, whenever I managed to take a break. Why?"

"She's late." Yolanda pauses before she speaks. "Not by much but still…you know Em's never late."

"No she's not she's…" Samira looks at her watch. It was later than she had realized, but Yolanda was right. Emery was late. Emery was never late. She prided herself on being early. "Late." Samira grabs her phone. No texts, no calls, nothing. Suddenly that feeling is a hell of a lot stronger.

"Um…" She's trying not to panic as she badges out of the computer. Her mind is racing. Yolanda is saying something but Samira can't hear her. There's a trauma alert that's called in. Dana's yelling things. Samira barely can't hear her . Can't hear anything or anyone Her heart is pounding in her chest. In her ears. Everyone's moving around her.

Her mind is on Emery. Panicked that something has happened.

Her mind doesn't snap back into her surroundings until someone's pulling her away from chaos forming at the ambulance bay and someone's screaming her name. More like they're screaming to get her away from the situation.

It's Trinity's arms pulling her back, and that just makes the feeling flare up even more because Trinity never willingly pulls herself away from a trauma.

"Mohan, you can't take this one. You can take anything else. Not this one." Trinity's voice is soft, she's trying to keep herself in Samira's line of sight, trying to cut off the sights of the trauma.

"No…no I need to go, it's a trauma. If you're here they need-"

"It's handled. They've got it." Trinity's desperately trying to get Samira away and Samira cannot figure out why. She hears words thrown out from Trauma One, where the chaos had seemingly gone to from the ambulance bay. Car accident. Head trauma. Not breathing. They're registering, but what's not registering, not right away, is why they concern her.

Until they shove Garcia from the room too. Robby yelling for Miller, Conley, anyone else. Garcia arguing back that she's the closest surgeon they've got.

"Oh my God." It hits her all at once. "Emery."

[sapphicfolder]

chill im easy 😔

[bleedingxglory]

the horrors persist, i have shit to pack, and i…cannot physically sleep any longer so we might as well crack open the red bull and start the day at….one in the afternoon. gee whiz it’s later than i thought

[olympain]

Mr. Hades is a mighty king Must be making some mighty big deals Seems like he owns everything Kind of makes you wonder how it feels

[queenofmoons-deactivated2024092]

I stole this from Twitter but I’m Curious

[bleedingxglory]

i am...putting so much research right now into this mowalsh thing, and yet i fear my dumb butt will probably just divert to emotions because that is the default

...let's see how this goes (you can lowkey blame @dietcoke-and-daisies for my efforts except don't because this isn't her fault it's mine)

[cressidascowper]

#NECK #VEINS

[theincorrectpitt]

Garcia: Oh no. Walsh: What?! Garcia: I think I’ve developed an emotional attachment to a human being again.

[blueeyesshyskies]

What if I said Garsantos goes all out on birthdays to try and get the best presents for each other

Yolanda having a full spreadsheet of ideas and plans to make trinity’s day special

Trinity pulling out her phone every time Yolanda mentions something she’s interested in to make note of it

They don’t consider it a successful birthday unless the birthday girl cries from happiness, and it’s the number one thing they’re competitive over