we neeedddd to bring back ship and let ship and don't like don't interact. the normalization of shitting on something in fandom just because YOU PERSONALLY don't like it has genuinely gotta stop. I'm guilty of it, I've hated on ships before— granted, it's a rare occurrence. but like, seriously. fandom is supposed to be fun. there is no rightest way to do it. the extreme moralization of everything is so exhausting. it's fiction. we are talking fiction. oftentimes, fanmade fiction. don't like? don't interact.
Come to think of it, it really is insane that my entire country is burning alive and literally no one in the rest of the world cares. Thousands of Indians are dying every day from the heat, it's 45+ degrees in multiple areas, the government couldn't give two fucks, we're getting severe warnings and red alerts, and not a soul outside of South Asia is speaking about it because why would you ever care about brown people
USA folks, that is a consistent temperature range hitting 113°. Death Valley temperatures. In Banda, it hovered between 116°-118° (47°-48° C) for a week straight.
This has been happening all month with little to no international media attention. Here are a few organizations you can check out for resources or to support:
Hello!! After the earthquake I have barely been able to communicate, the electricity and signal were restored yesterday.
Right now, I won’t be able to accept or formally continue my commissions until things have stabilized and the power stops going out. My only device is my phone, so I’m very limited. I need to stock up on groceries at home and buy medicine—in short, I need to get through the week. :( When you donate, you can leave me a request for anything, and I’ll be able to draw you at least a little sketch or a doodle. Donating isn’t required, but I’d be grateful if you could share this.
When I have a better opportunity, I’ll open emergency commissions, but for now, this is all I can do. Anyway, thank you very much if you do share:(
The Vampires are of course young Robby and Abbot because they were just horny enough to pick up a vampire during one of their bar crawls in the 80s so while they're like 70 ish now they still look like this:
Freshly ordained Rev. Fr. Dennis Whitaker is assistant parish priest of a small church in Pittsburgh when suddenly the parish priest drops dead of a heart attack. He's suddenly tasked with leading the grieving congregation in their grief and when he becomes the new parish priest despite his age. He knows he's not cut out for the job but because of the scarcity of priests there are simply no replacements available. Of course theres support from nearby parishes but he's mostly alone in his grief. One night he finds himself halfway to a panic attack and goes (for the first time, mind you) to the attic of the church to be alone and cry without interruptions.
It's dead silent in the attic other than the sound of Dennis' sobbing. His heavy breaths and whimpers echo after him in the dark, cavernous space and he absently thinks how he might look in this moment. A run-of-the-mill priest in his black button-down, black pants and black shoes, roman collar pressing into his flushed neck as he holds his head in his hands. Grief is a solid weight on his back and in his chest, holding him down as he struggles to breathe in the semi-darkness of the dusty attic. The one window is open behind him, dim moonlight shining on his back and bathing him in a bluish light.
He's in the same spot when Michael begins his familiar climb into said window, though asleep now. His curly brown hair gleams as he buries his face further into the crook of his elbow.
Father Dennis doesn't stir as Michael stops with one foot in the window sill and turns to whisper to someone behind him. He does stir, however, when the someone laughs very loudly and sarcastically.
"What do we have here? Are we snacking on mice tonight? Is that your plan, Mikey-?"
"-Shhh he's asleep can't you tell? Don't be an asshole-"
"How am I being an asshole why would he even be here? I thought the attic was locked from the inside-"
"-It is but the parish priest has the new key," Dennis half mumbles.
He's awake now, pushing up to a sitting position while squinting at the light coming from behind the two -very tall, wow- men bickering while hanging from the window sill with no signs of strain whatsoever.
"See I knew we wouldn't get this place to ourselves forever- oh he's a priest," the taller one says, as he turns to look at Dennis. His voice is calm and not sarcastic at all, so he must be the shusher. Mikey.
"Oh but he's so cuuute, just look at him Mikey," the sarcastic one coos. "Are you old enough to be a priest, sweetheart?" He leans down to where Dennis is sitting and reaches for his cheeks before Dennis makes a face and pulls away.
"I'm not a child I'm a grown man," he almost whines. "And I'm parish priest of this here church, so I'm gonna need an explanation as to why you two are here at-" He glances at the watch on his wrist "Three twenty-two- Gosh three a.m. I missed night mass I have to go"
Michael and the sarcastic one stare dumbfounded behind him as he jumps up and bolts straight out the door with a hasty "goodnight" called out right as the door slams behind him.
Part 2
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Hastily typed on my phone when I know i should be asleep sorry if the writing is weird
This is my way of procrastinating instead of going over my notes for my exam tomorrow. Its my first time writing anything in at least 6 years so any feedback would be very much appreciated!
Jack asking Dennis out on a date and Dennis thinks that Jack is going to beat him up
Oh the way this made me giggle @ilikewhales4 because exactly this!!
After Dennis had been on night shift for about a week, he was convinced Dr. Abbot wanted him gone.
Dennis’s luck had, unfortunately, not been great since starting with the ‘night crawlers’. Maybe it was his body still struggling to acclimatize to the change in his circadian rhythm. Maybe it was God’s way of punishing him for lusting after older men. Maybe it was a lot of things.
But he can’t even blame his attending for being so cross with him. He was making rookie mistakes. Struggling to place central lines and intubations, falling asleep in the break room, getting so flustered he kept accidentally bumping into the older man and almost knocking him right off his prosthetic leg.
So of course Abbot has his reasons for the way he avoids Dennis’s eyes. The way his fists clench and unclench rhythmically when Dennis goes over patient cases with him. The obvious frustration in his voice when he asks Dennis how much sleep he’s been getting.
There’s a day when he really thinks he’s fucked it all, not even sure what he did (he swears he hasn’t had a major screw up in the last few days). But the way Abbot keeps grabbing him too hard, speaks clear enough. Every time he goes to skirt around his attending, he ends up with a harsh hand bruising him. Jack growling out orders in his ear, which should not make him as hot under the collar as it does.
He tries his best to be extra on top of all his patients that day, to leave no room for criticism. But it’s been hard, with one of his patients claiming a lot more of his time.
Some drunk frat bro who keeps requesting Dennis. Leaning in a little too close to explain his issues, overly friendly and touchy. At one point he nearly gropes Dennis’s ass, which he laughs off. Cause really he’s just one of those teasing sports guys, so drunk he thinks they’re still in the locker room.
And Dennis is just happy to be treating a drunk who isn’t angry and violent, but it’s been making it hard to detangle himself and get back to his other work.
So Dr. Abbot’s stern gaze doesn’t let up. Posture rigid and furious as a deep grimace follows Dennis everywhere he goes. And Dennis feels the fear of not doing a good job follow right along with it.
And at the end of shift, when Abbot siddles up beside him, landing a heavy hand on Dennis’s shoulder. He can’t hide the flinch it wrings out of him. Staring up with wide eyes, more than a little scared of his attending. Sure that this is it, this is Abbot telling him to switch back to day shift. That he’s done putting up with Dennis and his incompetence.
“Think it’s about time we quit dancing around this thing. Don’tcha think? You and me, after shift, we can have it out.”
His breath catches in surprise, because that sounded like a threat, right? The way Abbot’s looking at him certainly makes it feel like one. Face tense, dark eyes narrowed down at Dennis.
He’s not- he’s not trying to fight me is he?
“W-what?” He squeaks out, desperately hoping he heard wrong.
“Don’t wimp out on me, c’mon 0800, meet me out in the ambulance bay.”
And he’s gonna do it in front of all their coworkers too?
Dennis feels about ready to cry. But he jerks his head into some approximation of a nod. He’s not a coward.
But he really thought he left getting taught to toughen up through a beating way back in nebraska.
And when Abbot finds him out in the ambulance bay, barely choking back tears, as he shakes so hard his bag keeps slipping off his shoulder. The words tumble out of Jack’s mouth before he can even think them through.
“Shit kid, it’s just a date, not a fuckin’ death march.”
And then Dennis nearly sags to his knees, a great hiccuping sob of relief. “Oh thank god.”
Somehow it’s not nearly as embarrassing as he expects it to be, explaining to Jack over breakfast how he thought he was about to get his shit kicked in by his attending. And Jack’s really sweet about the misunderstanding, gentle with his touches as he asks Dennis out on a real date. Careful not to sound like he’s trying to beat anyone up.
Tumblr Blog Termination Warning – FOR WRITERS WITH TAGLISTS!
Yesterday my entire blog was terminated TWICE without warning by Tumblr while I was tagging the folks in my Pope taglist in the comments. There was no warning, no email. I just hit 'enter' and boom I got the termination notice.
Almost 10k followers and thousands of fics gone in an instant.
I raised a ticket and an hour later the blog was reactivated. There was no info about what I did wrong but an email that said, it’s been reactivated. I still didn't have one that told me why I had been terminated. Two mins later I went back to the taglist and picked up where I left off with the Pope taglist and immediately, as soon as I clicked 'enter' it happened again.
So, I raised another ticket.
It’s my belief that they’ve activated a bot to stop scammers from tagging loads of folks in those ‘send me money for fake charity’ posts they do, and unfortunately if you have a big taglist you’ll fall into that net too.
I’m not sure how this effects people who put their taglists in the actual post, but I imagine they’ll also be cracking down on that at some point if scammers start to use that method.
I just wanted to make everyone aware so that what happened to me doesn’t happen to other people.
How it feels to genuinely enjoy the Pitt and not get caught up on every little bad thing a character has done because they’re all complex human beings and none of them are truly evil like everyone in this fandom seems to think
watched the pitt. here is my contribution. santos and langdon my absolutely beloved workplace enemies who refuse to acknowledge they are the same person in slightly different fonts
Watching a silent voice and seeing people blame any naoka hate on misogyny is so odd to me. Yes any female character hate can stem from misogyny I get that. But also I think that’s glossing over the fact she was an ableist bully that stayed one and got physical with her victim even though she did absolutely nothing because she has such cognitive dissonance that she can’t admit to herself that “hey maybe turning on one of your friends would make your friend group fall apart idk”, then telling her victim SHE should’ve ended up in a coma (part of the reason she tried killing herself was because you tore her down???), and did not apologize once for that shit. I dunno how anyone can look at her movie version and go “ah. All misogyny. No valid criticism, you just can’t handle a flawed character”
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