Neither a State of Grace Nor an Illusion

Noah Wyle essentially, John, Flynn, Harry and Robby mainly.

[noah-wyles]

#its the same picture

[angieflynns]

Look man, the ONLY valid source on who Noah Wyle is as a person and what he was intending with Robby is cast interviews from people who actually know him.

No, your Twitter thread based largely on your feelings is not a genuine source. No, I do not think you throwing around scary words makes it less anti-semitic. No, articles from websites that seem to have a bias are not a source. No, you do not speak for any of the cast members about how they mean the opposite of what they say in interviews. No, any source on how Robby, the fictional character, acts is not proof of anything about who Noah is as person.

And well, the sources from people who have actually met the man, including actresses all think he's funny, thoughtful, kind and lovely to be around.

No, matter how you spin it I think you're just spouting a hate campaign against a Jewish man...often using rhetoric that is famously anti-semitic. And I do think you're weird and deeply parasocial towards a man who has no reason to know you even exist.

[noah-wyles]

this is such a fantastic and reassuring response

[backonmybullsht]

I forgot to post on here that Noah signed my art! He actually immediately recognized the two faces piece and said “Oh I loved that one!” I was in shock and didn’t say anything back.

I tried to hand him a silver sharpie to sign the wings print with but he used a black one instead so it’s hard to see in the photo. He stared at it for a while to figure out where to sign it.

The end.

[faxcollector]

robby is obviously being very difficult to like this season but I love the implications of his style of leadership that we see with mohan calling him a dick to his face and javadi dragging him for being old and rude about her tiktoks. also earlier in the season with santos being like yeah little orphan annie was an orphan you dumbass. btw do you have any good gossip about your replacement. like this man is 50+ years old in charge of one of the nation's best emergency departments meanwhile he has women in their 20s dragging his ass left and right and doesn't even bother to defend himself. I have never spoken to any boss the way the pittlings talk to robby sometimes and it really makes me laugh trying to imagine about how he managed to establish such a workplace culture

[clairenan]

Little Dr. Robby and his favorite book

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[and-i-ll-be-singing]

the sixth episode is actually such a love letter to all the nurses, running the place quietly and unnoticed, like a habit that stuck, but is so crucial and important, otherwise the place will come fumbling down. to me, the episode was quiet in its truth. sometimes there's not much you can do, but it's still something.

also, the bits and pieces of the past we learn. Dana with her first kiss at Sonny's. Louie, his whole life boiled down to the single photo of ones he loved the most. Whitaker's uncle, who died the same way — and Whitaker who remembers Louie as a happy and always thankful patient. it's such small details, actually, but they make such a difference to the way story unfolds.

I really loved the focus shifted from the doctors to the nurses, to the job they're doing, to the pain they're bearing, to the dangers they're facing. it's not an easy job. many broke, said Dana. and haven't replied to Emma why she keeps on coming back.

(because she's broken the same way?)

loved Whitaker's calm mentoring, the way he listens to Donnie and appreciates his work. their interaction by eyes when Donnie mentions Pittfest actually says so much. they have shared such a traumatic event together, but there's always Miracles and Blessings. they've grown comfortable with each other. Langdon's interaction with Whitaker is also insanely careful, approachable, they've changed.

Robby seems so distant this episode, actually. so lost, hollowed. I think it's taken a toll on him. all of it. Dana says she gives him a month, and I really want to believe she knows what's happening with her friend.

overall, such a great episode. my favourite so far, I think. it's quiet in ways I can't really explain, but it's warm, it's honest, and it's... simple. the way it all happens. it's sad, says Emma, and Dana replies that it's life.

it's life. thank you, Dana.

[clairenan]

Princess and Perlah (x)

[clairenan]

[spookypeachpitt13]

I’m really over all the ignorance surrounding the depth of characters in the Pitt.

Why Robby dis

Why Frank dat

Why dis why dat.

You probably also think mental illness is a hoax. Go away.

#1 the show just aired its 5th episode. It’s not DONE YET.

#2 Noah has been literally spelling it out for you in interviews since the end of season 1. Robby is not fucking ok. Wake up.

#3. Mental illness exists. And it has fucking layers. And it’s nuanced. And every single one of those employees: providers, nurses, environmental, unit clerks, social workers…ETC were traumatized by PittFest.

#4. That being said…the dude who runs the whole ship already had fucking problems. He already blamed himself for his mentors death. Now he blames himself for Leah and most likely every single person that died on that day from 7am on. He blames himself for the fact that landgon couldn’t come to him for help. And that he “let it happen under his nose”. He blames himself for Collins leaving. The fucking man needs help. None of it is an excuse, but damned if you’ve never been so fucked up in a moment in your life that your base level was constant self defense.

Anyways.

He can’t forgive anyone else until he forgives himself.

He’s gonna be a dick for a second. That doesn’t make it right. It makes him fucking human.

[clairenan]

Promo picture for The Simpsons’ upcoming episode “Irrational Treasure” (800th episode, airing on Feb. 15)

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[sammroo167]

Episode 3 felt like this: in a world so torn apart, it tries to remind us where we all come from -- that in our everyday lives, we are simply human. We can't be perfect, but that's the condition of being human. We always have a choice, and we can always choose empathy and solidarity. Compassion is a strength, we're capable of more than the noise, the fear, the division.

Moments like that don't fix the world, but they nudge it. And I genuinely believe that most of us, are capable of pausing, reflecting, and learning something from that. How we move through our own lives. And honestly, that's already a kind of progress.

The episode isn't perfect, but its sincerity -- not preaching but reminding, its call for understanding, appreciation, peace, and a reminder of what truly matters in a life that's already impermanence and suffering -- is unmistakable.

It really does land on a level beyond medicine. It steps outside the boundaries of its setting and speaks directly to something human -- dignity, compassion, the responsibility we have to one another. It stops being about a hospital, the healthcare system, and starts being about how we choose to live alongside each other. We're really, really lucky to witness something made with that kind of intention, delivered so gently, and to have it shared with us -- especially in a world that feels so cynical and apathetic, fueled by irreconcilable positions, full of fear, rage, anxiety, helplessness, and self‑righteousness. A world that seems to know only how to keep struggling, because struggle is the only way it remembers how to exist.

Yet you can't please everyone. There will always be people who treat sincerity like poison. I hope they're only a small minority, and I hope their own journey eventually carries them to a better place -- to a moment when they realise they once held something this gentle yet heavy. Not many works manage that, especially now, and it's a shame when someone can't see the value of what they've been given.

[alexisneverokay]

s2 e3 was written by noah wyle, and since he wrote quite a few of the episodes in s1 as well, I think you can tell when it's one of his.

i think his episodes have always been the ones that (to me) humanise the patients the most. all the episodes in general humanise the doctors and staff and i love that sooo much, but sometimes there will be so many big traumas that we never see the patient as more than the medical state of them.

and of course, that's often reality in an ER, i can't fault it. but I love when there's an episode focused on the patients, usually that hes written, that shows so overtly that anyone in any situation can find themselves in that ER, that everyone is so different and still needs that love.

i remember loving the s1 episode he wrote where the trans woman comes in to have a cut stitched up, and she was treated like a real person, while also not avoiding the fact she was trans- especially because it feels so rare for trans people to be treated kindly in media these days.

and this s2e3? once again we see people in difficult moments finding out what really matters- lots of episodes make me cry for the doctors and nurses, but it's ones like these that make me cry for patients ill only meet for 20 minutes or less.

the older jewish lady talking about her shooting trauma, and thanking perlah for how their communities reached out to each other? the married couple who realise that their arguments were stupid and what really mattered is each other? the bonding moments between donnie and langdon and the father of the young boy?

i love the episodes wyle writes because they feel even more like a microcosm of society, everyone there together, and at the end of the day just needing love and needing to support each other. this show is genuinely so well intentioned and well executed, it breaks my heart. i hope he's written more episodes this season.

[science-hoes]

Noah Wyle for Che Tempo Che Fa 🇮🇹

fighting for his life to hear the translator in his ear 😂

[frankitineedrehab]

So Noah just revealed in an Italian interview that while they were trying to film the scene where they took a sample of urine from the baby Jane Doe, they obviously had a small pipe that would simulate the urine when they needed it, except that the baby would actually start peeing once they started shooting lol

[djkerr]

"The Pitt" Stars Noah Wyle and Shawn Hatosy Take the Director's Chair

Noah Wyle and Shawn Hatosy tackle key roles in "The Pitt" on both sides of the camera. Find out what their castmates Patrick Ball, Katherine LaNasa, Taylor Dearden, Supriya Ganesh, Shabana Azeez, Fiona Dourif, Gerran Howell, Sepideh Moafi, and Isa Briones think of their co-stars wearing multiple hats on set.

🎥 imdb

[apricustar]

noah wyle wrote an episode so full of humanity it pulsed with life.

you’re in the car with your spouse and things haven’t been the best lately. tempers are short. there’s distance between the two of you that is new and scary when there’s time to give it thought. a maybe-vacation is brought up but there’s too much to consider and there’s too much going on. you know it’s a bit of a hail mary but you’re desperate to bridge the gap between you but everything starts coming out wrong and suddenly the two of you are yelling at each other. both of you are frustrated. neither of you are hearing the other. someone says something thoughtlessly cruel that you use as a stepping stone to then say something else full of vitriol and you know it’s all just in the heat of the moment but it hurts it hurts it hurts—but it’s not the words, not anymore; it’s the accident. and you’re in the hospital being confronted with the real possibility of everything changing—far beyond a simple miscommunication, a few weeks of space. we are rarely ever gifted the knowledge of when things are about to end, when it’s your last time doing something. what do you do when your spouse may die and the last words you exchanged were ones of hate? when your last memory together is one that is cruel? how do you reckon with that being it? no do-over. no going back in time.

you’re married to a man who is kind and good and it’s been a few years but you kinda still can’t stop thinking about your ex-husband even though you swear—you’ll swear to just about anyone—that you’re over him. and you’re having a normal day until you get a call from the emergency room about said ex-husband who you—of course—don’t think about! at least not that often! and before you know what you’re doing you’re already at the hospital asking for him, your hands restless, the pit in your stomach growing by the second. there’s a bitter taste in your mouth; you know you’re doing something edging into the area of not okay but you can’t stop. your ex-husband—michael, michael—looks different but the same but different but the same and you feel so twisted inside you don’t quite know what it is you feel for him. it’s been so long and things were so bad at the end but when you look into his eyes it’s like you’re back several years ago full of warmth and laughter and—yes, you’re remarried; can’t stop fiddling with your ring in fact and—michael is—michael is— sick. really sick. and seemingly alone considering he never changed his emergency contact. you try not to feel anything about that. but you can’t help yourself from asking the question that’s been fighting its way out since you heard what’s wrong and the answer does not bring you comfort. this thing inside michael that has sucked much of the light and life out of him is most likely the reason behind all his personality changes. is most likely the reason behind what caused the beginning of the end for the two of you. how do you carry the weight of knowing? how do you move forward now that you know michael didn’t one day just decide to start picking fights at bars and being aggressive with you and it actually was something completely out of his control? something that if caught earlier could have saved—.

you hate this holiday. it’s not one you’ve ever particularly been fond of but for the past few years the days leading up to july 4th are some of your most dreaded. you’re already on edge, have been for most of the week. you’re shorter, more easily irritated with others in a way you know you’ll feel badly about after all this passes but it’s hard to do much of anything when the—when the firecrackers are going off like your own personal war zone. but still. you do your best. you try to keep to your routine despite your shakiness. so you start preparing your samovar and then you are no longer in your home but back—back—back—there and it’s so so loud and there are screams and shouts and crying and the sounds are animalistic and you retch and realize those noises are your noises and you are in your kitchen and not at synagogue. and god. you’re at the hospital and the doctor is handsome and jewish and has sad eyes but is patient and kind and you find yourself talking about things you do not even allow yourself to often let fully become thoughts. time passes but you still are made to remember like nothing has changed at all. what do you do in light of that? when your faith in others, in yourself, in your faith itself—in everything—has been rocked? when everyone expects you to get better in time but you aren’t even sure what better means anymore?