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This started as a blog for about three fandoms that slowly grew into I-don’t-fucking-know-what-I’m-doing-here blog. Now it’s kind of everything with a dash of my monthly obsession.

[emziess]

like orpheus, i am not strong enough to not look at what i want

[saintgroovy]

Keep me calm, keep me close

[thecoolertails]

thanks that was really helpful

[thecoolertails]

now that this has broken containment i have some things to clarify:

1. this isn't a hypothetical scenario. i searched how to remove the complexity bar in spore, clicked on the first result, and was met with someone condescendingly describing how to use google (no actual answer present in the whole thread). "actually if this happened-" no but it did though. it did actually happen and i was compelled to immediately draw it (losing all desire to actually find out the information i was initially looking for)

2. "just use duckduckgo" i was using duckduckgo. i said it was goople.fart and added in the ads for comedic effect, and bc they might as well be the same bc the problems run deeper than the search engines themselves. duckduckgo isn't a superior search engine, its strength lies in that it doesn't track you the way that google does (and it's not overrun by advertisements)

3. "use marginalia search" have YOU ever used marginalia search??? it's not good for finding the answers to questions. in fact it is not good for finding anything specific at all. it's good for finding random websites when you're bored. it's like, a novelty search engine. i appreciate it's existence but really it's not very helpful in the day-to-day

4. "it's ok you can say reddit" INCORRECT. it was steamcommunity

5. for the record, someone saying "just google it" in a forum setting is different than someone saying "just google it" when you're asking them specifically, like in a social media or blogging context. it's still not particularly helpful, but strangers don't have an obligation to explain things to you (esp when in many cases they would just be the one going on an aggravating goople.fart journey in your stead). the difference with forums is that everyone saying "just google it" is going out of their way to leave unhelpful non-answers on a thread that they easily just could've ignored (plus, when someone makes a post on a forum asking for help, it's safe to assume that they've already been searching for an answer and couldn't come up with one. NOT the case for social media), with the unfortunate side effect that pages like that are the ones that come up when you search for that question

[miloraccoon]

Pope x whitaker cause yea..ran out of requests sighs

Whitaker whos off handly mentioned that he has a boyfriend who 'lives out of state'. But santos swears that shes never seen a photo of him or even heard whitaker on the phone to this boyfriend he claims he has. So everyone just thinks hes lying to fit in with thr other couples in the ER.

That was till donnie walked back into the ER and straight to whitaker "hey.. theres um some guy in chairs looking for you" he mutters "i wasnt sure if i should get security or not.. there doesnt look like there is anything wrong with him.. hes just stared at me when i started asking questions."

Now that caught peoples attention- Robby looking over "yea just call security- ill go with them- probably a pissed off patient. Dont want to risk you getting hurt whitaker"

Whitaker blinks a bit "wait wait- how scary of a stare are we talking donnie? Short hair thats a bit curly?" He asked and looks at him- almost hopeful

"Ah yea.. pretty scary, like he was trying to kill me with his mind"

Whitaker nods and darts past him - striaght out into chairs "pope?" He called out and looks around quickly- Robby and Donnie having darted out after him- basically fearing for whitakers life lol.

The man in the corner looks up- staring people down as he stood up "dennis.." he mumbles- his eyes widening as he caught whitaker who flung himself into his arms

"Oh my gosh! What are you doing here!" Hr giggles sweetly, big puppy dog eyes staring up at pope.

Robby stares at them quietly, watching his prize intern hug what looks like a young version of abbot if he had more issues.

[tripleabatterybuni]

It's ok pope, he really didn't mind

[whereserpentswalk]

Fuck hostile architecture, I want unhostile architecture. I want benches to be designed to be as easy as possible to sleep on. I want little places for pigeons to nest to be purposefully put on buildings. I want people designing public spaces to think about what they'd be like to skateboard on. I want "Please loiter" signs. I want people to be kind. I want...

[awritersbro]

We need cities that do not resent the fact that people live in them

[birdsofanarchy]

Hucklerobby could never happen in cannon simply because if Trinity Santos even got an inkling of an older man in a position of power trying something with one of her friends, she’d materialize behind Robby with a fucking gun

[francisfantan]

a stupid image i thought of

[pileofknives]

Indigenous peoples of the great plains should've never told white people about tornadoes. "I don't know man that shit never happened before you showed up"

[puppydogwhitaker]

Truly obsessed with pope turning up to the pitt to drop of a charger or something Dennis needed and everyone being verry nervous and concerned and Dennis just like "yay 🌸 Andrew 🌸" and really freaking everyone like what do you mean the wet dog looking on e who always seems like he is about to cry is dating the scariest man I've ever seen

i love popewhit where people from the pitt just sort of don’t get it. i think it’s my fav trope for the rare pair.

dennis had somehow gone through his two spare undershirts in one day, which was a new low, even for him.

it was cold. the ambulance bay let gusts of chilly air into the pitt every time they opened, and dennis needed the extra layer of a long sleeve underneath. his hands were stiff and he would occasionally shiver if he was in a drafty spot. he couldn’t safely treat patients like this.

he didn’t want to inconvenience his boyfriend, but he had to do something.

dennis was leaving a patient bay when he spotted andrew having an intense looking conversation with robby and ahmed. andrew was sort of looking around the two men, but still obviously on alert. pope’s face didn’t exactly brighten when he spotted dennis, but his shoulders dropped and his eyes softened. he gestured at dennis who was practically skipping towards them.

“andrew!” dennis quickly walked over with a bashful smile.

ahmed looked between them suspiciously, “you really know this guy, whitaker?”

dennis stood beside his boyfriend, not being able to help the way he leaned into him, “yeah, he’s dropping me off on an extra shirt.”

robby tilted his head to the side, mentally calculating the variables. sweet, young, overly empathetic intern plus older man with the energy of a junk yard dog….the math didn’t work.

“and he’s…being truthful? about you inviting him?” robby asked.

andrew’s eyes narrowed at the question. he didn’t quite care how he was perceived here, but his boyfriend was sensitive. dennis didn’t like when people were judgemental about pope’s affect. “dennis needed something. i brought it.” andrew dug around in the bag he’d meticulously packed. of course, what he was looking for was right where he thought it would be.

dennis made a happy little hum as he pocketed his favorite flavor of protein bar. “thank you. i needed this.” he laid a quick peck on andrew’s cheek without thinking, not quite realizing that it was a little unprofessional until ahmed widened his eyes.

robby scrutinized the way this andrew character didn’t react at all to the kiss. he shook the thought out of his head. the intern was an adult. robby couldn’t continue to get overly invested in the personal lives of his staff. “whitaker, please inform any visitors you have that they must go through triage to be properly checked in.” robby looked at the unapproved guest pointedly, “sneaking in through the ambulance bay is a security concern.”

dennis fondly rolled his eyes, “what have i told you about sneaking into places?”

“to not do it anymore,” andrew answered. there was a flash of humor on his face only perceptible to dennis.

dennis’s lips quirked up, “i gotta go change. see you tonight?”

“yep,” andrew replied in a way that seemed uncaring, too nonchalant. dennis responded with an unguarded, saccharine look that didn’t help their cause. “bye, den.”

dennis scurried off the go change in a bathroom, robby made sure he was out of sight before focusing back on the interloper. “you know, dr. whitaker is a valued member of this team.”

“he better be.” andrew squared his shoulders, as if bracing for a fight.

ahmed chimed in, “we take security very seriously.”

andrew nodded, checking his surroundings, “i’ll send you a list of your vulnerabilities. i’m not letting dennis work somewhere so easily compromised.” he turned on his heel, adding a flat sounding, “goodbye.”

ahmed and robby stood there stunned as they watched him walk away.

“so…dennis has terrible taste,” ahmed remarked.

robby said in a confused tone, “i thought he was dating that amy girl.”

trinity walked by. “you guys meet andrew?” they nodded. “yeah, i think he’s weird as fuck too. but he fixed my garbage disposal and threatened to kill a guy for me so…”

robby shut his eyes tightly. “that doesn’t make me feel better, at all.”

[fatrainbowcat]

Dennis manages to sneak 5 minutes around 3:30AM. He slinks out and gets far enough from the ambulance bay that he can lean against a darkened wall and light his guilty cigarette, taking a single quiet moment to himself on a rare night shift. The lighter sparks and a flame blossoms in the dark, temporarily blinding him to anything but the tip of his cig, which is why he doesn't notice the man stumbling into his periphery.

From one moment to the next, a heavy body smelling of leather and blood and gasoline has him pressed up against the bricks behind him, and the unmistakable shape of the nozzle of a gun is pressed up under his chin.

"Sshh," comes the immediate command, on a heavy, strained breath. "Easy. Don't make noise, and nothin' bad'll happen. Okay?"

Dennis tries to breathe around his hammering fucking heart and the cigarette still clamped between his lips. He manages a single nod.

"Good," the man grunts, low and pained, clearly fucking exhausted. "I just need- I need to speak to-"

The man trails off, and in the dim light Dennis can make out curls and frankly lethal cheekbones, and blood. And as terrified as he is, Dennis is still a doctor.

"Sir, you're clearly hurt-" he tries around the cigarette, not daring to do anything with his hands but keep them raised, pressed back against the wall as well. But the man grunts, shakes his head a little. Something about his backlit profile is making bells go off loudly in the back of Dennis mind but he doesn't have time to listen right now.

"Shut up," the man grunts. "I need- Fuck."

He sighs heavily and plucks the cigarette from between Dennis lips and takes a deep drag. The tip of it flares in the darkness, and for just a moment Dennis can make out his face. The cognitive dissonance almost makes him dizzy.

"Does Jack Abbot still work here?" the man says, sullenly, like he doesn't actually want to know.

Dennis can feel how wide his own eyes are, but he can't stop staring for the life of him. A man is threatening him at gunpoint and asking for information about one of his colleagues and Dennis probably definitely shouldn't fucking answer him, but the man is swaying a little. He looks like he hasn't slept for days, and he looks like he needs urgent medical care, and he looks almost exactly like-

"Yeah. Yeah, Dr Abbot works here. He's- uh, he's working tonight. He's inside."

The man pulls back. He sticks his gun down the back of his ruined jeans and leans - collapses a little, with a grunt - against the wall next to Dennis.

"Go. Tell him Pope's outside."

[foxgirlmindcrank]

Never getting over Charlie Kirk getting shot in the throat right after he uses it to downplay gun violence. Gotta be a top 3 assassination. Up there with Shinzo getting doohickey'd.

[foxgirlmindcrank]

It's on some straight up Greek play shit. Man who uses his voice to justify violence and stir evil for years meets his end as that very violence tears out his throat. Poetic. Captured live from multiple angles. People stole his blood soaked merch to hock and his wife was giddy about sale numbers during his funeral.

[dcmonblood]

#height difference #that's it that's the gifset

[morganbritton132]

(Continuing from here)

Tommy's dad comes home.

Tommy and his brothers file down the stairs and into the living room for a 'discussion.' Steve follows too but he stays on the stairs, sitting and listening in as they get lectured about putting a hole in the wall.

He listens as their punishments are doled out and...it's not much of a punishment. It's just chores.

The first of which is to make dinner.

Steve makes himself dinner all the time.

He watches through the bars in the railing as Tommy and his brothers follow their mother into the kitchen and then - "Steveroni, how do you do?"

Steve startles, "Oh! Hi, Mr David."

"The boys are going to be occupied for a bit," David tells the five year old. Steve mentally prepared to he told to go home but is asked instead, "Do you want to run a little errand with me while they're cooking?"

"Um, sure?"

"Alright, kiddo. Let's put on our walking shoes and run."

They forgo the car and set out on foot instead. David explains that they're going to the hardware store and he needs help finding some equipment, "Are you up for the challenge?"

"Yes," Steve nods seriously, holding his hand as they cross the street at the end of the block. "I’m good at finding stuff."

"I’m sure you are," David says and then to the point of this expedition, he adds, "You know, Maria told me that you were pretty upset that Tommy was in trouble."

"I don't want Tommy to be in trouble."

"Me neither," David agrees. "It's not very fun for him and it's not fun for me or Maria either but everybody gets into a little trouble every now and then. Even me."

"Really?"

"Really," He nods seriously. "Sometimes it's because we don't know better and sometimes it's because we made bad choices, but it's okay because we can always learn from it."

"Cause of the con-see-quenches."

"Right," He nods. "The only thing we can do when we're in trouble is take responsibility, accept the consequences of our actions, and make better choices next time."

"Yeah but..." Steve breathes out, kicking a pebble on the sidewalk. "I don't want Tommy to be in trouble. He'll be sad."

"Maybe for a little bit," David says. "But luckily, no one is in trouble forever. Not even Tommy."

"What if Tommy murders someone?" Steve asks. "He'd be in trouble forever 'cause he'd go to jail."

"I - yes, I guess," David replies. "But Tommy isn't going to do that so I don't think we need to worry about it."

"Tommy told me that he was gonna beat up my weird friend from the park so he was my only boy friend," Steve tells him. "He said he was gonna push him into the fountain and if the weird kid can't swim, he'll drown and die. Tommy would get in a lot of trouble then."

He adds, "That's called man-slaughter and he'd go to jail for a long time."

Steve doesn’t give David much time to process any of that before he says, "I don't think Tommy is gonna learn anything 'cause he didn't get in trouble for real."

"I help Miss Maria cook sometimes and it's fun," He adds. "Being in trouble isn't supposed to be fun. It's supposed to be bad."

David hums as they approach the hardware store, "What happens when you get in trouble at home, Steve?"

Steve pauses.

He smiles and tells David what Tommy has been repeating all day, "I never get in trouble."

[homunculus-argument]

"If you accept any food from the fae, they shall never let you go" is a human belief. The fair folk stand by the principle that if you feed 'em, you gotta keep 'em. If wildlife learns to rely on you for food, you have already fucked up, and you can't just stop feeding them cold turkey. That human is your responsibility now. Because you left your peach cobbler unsupervised.

[teaboot]

If you start feeding the humans in your yard then you need to make sure you keep feeding them or else they’ll choose not to migrate and starve in the winter. I recommend rolling something in peanut butter and seeds and hanging it out on the porch

[morganbritton132]

I just think it's really funny if Steve was Robin's number one enemy in high school and Steve just has no memory of her at all.

Every Tuesday/Thursday, Robin is seething with rage in Mrs Click's first period class as she shakes bagel crumbs and cream cheese off her stuff.

She is glaring a hole into the back of his head and praying to every god she can think of that he goes bald every time he derails class to ask an inane and pointless question.

He is asking a follow-up question. It's about the French Revolution. This is US History. Robin is creating new gods to pray too.

He doesn't even notice that Tammy Thompson likes him and it makes Tammy sad. Jerk.

He comes to class beaten half to hell one day and loudly wheeze-breathes through their test. She can't concentrate. Neither of them do well on the test but only one of them is allowed to retake it.

One day during a class discussion, Steve says something and she snaps at him that he's sexist.

Steve hasn't really been able to hear well since Billy punched him in the head and lights up at her words because, "You think I’m the sexiest? Wow, that's bold. Like sexiest in the class or the whole school?"

Now everyone thinks she has a crush on him.

Tammy Thompson thinks she has a crush on him.

Steve thinks her name is Rubin and -

"You don't remember?!" She asks incredulous. "You humiliated me and you don't remember?!"

"In fairness," Steve replies. "A lot of people tell me I’m sexy, Robin."

[da-pitt]

[morganbritton132]

Steve kisses Eddie.

He's a freshman in high school and this nice drug dealer guy is showing him how to smoke a joint so he doesn't beef it in front of all his friends, and...he's kinda cute.

And then Steve kisses him.

And Eddie kisses back.

And they're making out at a random table in the woods until - "Whoa."

"You okay?"

"Sorry," Steve says. "Sorry, man. I'm actually going to do the whole gay thing - bi thing? I think I still like girls - in a couple of years. I want to be popular first."

"...We can still do this if you're in the closet. I can keep a secret."

"I’m not in the closet. I’m just going to be - whatever I am later."

Eddie is just, "... You're scheduling being gay?"

Steve thinks about it and, "...Yes."

"You can't do that."

"Um, yeah I can. Free country."

"What," Eddie starts and stops. He takes a breath and asks, "Do you have 'be a homosexual' penciled in your calendar four years from now?"

"I don't think they make multi-year calendars like that."

Because that's the only issue with this conversation, not pushing your gay awakening down the road. Eddie can't even point out that all of this is absurd because Steve is just like, fingerguns, "Anyways, if you're free in a couple years, hit me up."

"For what, a meeting on the gay agenda?"

"Or to make out," Steve shrugs as he packs up his stuff. "You're a good kisser. See ya, Munson."

Eddie doesn't hit Steve up.

And then Steve shows up after the Upside Down tries to eat them with an old planner like, "Hey, man. I think we have a meeting."

[eriquin]

@morganbritton132 tag preservation squad:

#Steve is the right level of neurotic that he would schedule his bi panic for a later date#He never mentions to Robin that he's bi because it's not time for him to acknowledge it#and then he cant even make out with Eddie because Eddie and Robin are too busy calling him absurd for having an actual gay agenda#complete with a timeline#mind you Steve's been doing gay shit with Tommy this whole time but says it doesn't count if Carol is watching them do it#Anyways the idea of someone being like: sorry I can't be gay with you. it's on the schedule though#is very funny to me specifically