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[sunbutch]

if you call women “females” i automatically do not trust or like you

[cryptic-crassulaceae]

you really wont like the military then buddy

[sunbutch]

jokes on you, i already hate the military

[thememedaddy]

[theinternetarchive]

marsha p. johnson with a stuffed snoopy doll, december 5, 1987.

[man1cpixiedreampuppy]

happy pride month to everyone's favorite LESBIAN: trinity santos. give it up to trinity santos the LESBIAN, everyone 👏👏👏👏👏

[givethemahappyending]

da pitt on instagram au!!! (and some texting screenshots to further the story) featuring all of your favs 🫶

part 1/???

[imlauraborealis]

I like to believe that, when talking to Robby, Dennis calls him Dr. Robby at work, Michael at home, and Robert when he is being super serious or upset with him.

[erinbowbooks]

[depsidase]

[depsidase]

[moveslikekeithrichards]

nsfw = nosfewatu

[enki2]

[miriellesandthegiantpeach]

White Socks | Popewhit

Dennis has a mild case of Cold Agglutinin Disease or CAD. When the temperature drops below 60 his hands and feet start to get tingly and achey. He has mild anemia in the winter but nothing debilitating. He copes with hand warmers and wool socks. He’s grateful for having easy solutions, because he could be much worse off. 

At the start of med school he would buy the cheapest white ankle socks he could find in bulk and wear two pairs since they were thin. Trinity noticed how he ran through those socks so fast so she gave him nice Nike socks for his birthday and Christmas. Everyone in the Pitt thought it was a joke at first until Robby casually chimed in, he’s got CAD so good socks are his best friend. That’s how Dennis ends up with a small mountain of white ankle socks of various thicknesses which are gifted to him that he appreciates everyday. 

So when Dennis and Pope move in together, Pope is astounded by the sheer number of socks Dennis possesses.

“Oh yeah, my sock collection is vast,” Dennis laughs when he sees Pope’s eyes get so wide. “I have CAD, so basically I gotta keep my feet warm or I get achey. Nothing too bad though,” he explains with a shrug. Pope nods and clears out a bigger drawer for all the socks. 

Pope didn’t expect simple white ankle socks to be as endearing as they are. Seeing his adorable boyfriend walking around with clean white socks and boxers in their now shared home made his heart almost burst every time. Also it was a nice reminder to keep up on sweeping their hardwood floors consistently. He wanted to keep those socks perfectly white. 

Really the only time Dennis was barefoot was in the shower. Even when they have sex, Dennis just prefers to leave his socks on, so his mind doesn’t drift to how cold his feet are. Pope thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world - hands always reaching for Dennis’ feet when they’re within reach. He becomes a little obsessed with Dennis’ socked feet. 

Now whenever they lounge on the couch, Pope pulls Dennis’ legs up, so his feet are on his lap. Pope will just hold his feet, covering them with big hands and occasionally squeeze. Dennis now will wiggle his feet or lightly kick, cluing Pope to give him a proper massage. Works every time; when Pope is done he’ll lift one foot to plant a kiss on top. When Dennis gets a little cold he’ll shove his feet under Pope’s thigh for extra warmth. 

Pope surprises Dennis one day with a small heating pad to wrap around his feet while they laze on the couch; it feels like heaven and puts Dennis to sleep almost every time. 

Dennis thinks Pope is just being a good boyfriend; humoring him with the foot rubs and all, not thinking that Pope actually is enjoying it too. 

One day they are out for a drive during a chilly autumn day. After lunch and a nice walk in the park Dennis wanted to get coffees and drive around just to look at the city. Absently Dennis feels Pope tugging at his knee, but he’s paying more attention to the beautiful buildings of downtown Pittsburg. 

“Sweetheart, come on,” Pope says, now pulling at Dennis’ sweats. 

“What?” Dennis turns his head, breath catching at the sight of Pope in sunglasses and a bit of auburn in his hair getting caught in the sunlight. His boyfriend is truly beautiful. This day is perfect in Dennis’ mind. 

“Gimme your feet, put ‘em in my lap,” Pope instructs. 

“You don’t have to do that, I’m fine like this. They feel fine, babe,” Dennis replies shyly, not knowing if he’d made that big of a deal of his feet being cold all the time. 

“Nah, it’s for me, I wanna hold em,” Pope says. “I like your feet in my lap, then I know you’re relaxed and safe.” Dennis has to blink away tears. How’d he get so lucky?

He already had his sneakers off to feel the warm air coming from the vent so he quickly twists his body to sit sideways in the passenger seat and stretches his legs out across the center console. He’s actually wearing some brand new socks that Pope got him that are pleasantly tight around the middle of his feet. He plants the soles of his feet on Pope’s thigh that is way warmer than the footwell. 

Pope just smiles as his free hand drops to squeeze and rub Dennis’ cozy feet as he drives aimlessly through the city. Dennis isn’t focused on the cityscape around them anymore, just gazing at the other man’s profile - hot coffee warming his hands and feeling the happiest he’s ever felt in his. 

[imlauraborealis]

Rewatching S1 E7 of The Pitt. How can anyone hate Trinity Santos? I am ride or die for that woman.

[anexperimentallife]

[blackwomeninrock]

Sister Rosetta Tharpe - “This Train”

[scullayann]

[imlauraborealis]

That woman is my ride or die

[alexisneverokay]

being with dennis turns robby into a helpless romantic. he's never been one before, and there had never been any reason for him to be, not when he was spending seven weeks maximum with one person before self sabotaging and running away. he'd never done the dinner dates, or the gifts, or the flowers just because. he'd never hung a second hook on the bathroom door for another towel, or made any other space like that available- it was his house and his life, and he wasn't letting anyone share it with him.

something about dennis is different. aside from having the most pleasurable sex he could remember, and feeling more sated than he had in years, waking up in the morning next to him felt... right. usually when robby woke up after a night like this, he'd vacate the room as soon as possible, leaving his partner behind, and hoping they'd leave quietly and not encroach his space any longer.

dennis is cuddled up on his chest, head tucked under his chin and breathing softly into robby's neck. his hands are balled into little fists that are also resting on the older man's body, and robby finds his own arms wrapped around dennis's pale back, settling him close. that was unusual. he didn't like to be touched or cuddled after the actual act of sex, but this... was quite nice. he didn't want to let go. dennis mumbled and burrowed closer, and robby found himself instinctively pressing kisses into his hair. what the fuck? he'd never done that before.

part of him wants to freak out, to shake the boy off and run, have him reassigned to night shift- but a larger part of him urges him to let dennis stay. he listens. he lets dennis wake up slowly, and smiles when he sees pale blue eyes blink open and brighten when he saw he was still snuggled on the other man. if what they did the night before was insatiable fucking, what they did that morning was making love.

he'd rolled dennis onto his back and pressed between his legs like he belonged there. the sex was quiet and they rocked together rhythmically, sounds muffled by the fact that the two men were kissing the entire time, tongues deep in each other's mouths. when they came, they did so at the same time, and with robby brushing little tears of pleasure off dennis's face. robby runs a bath and carries his new lover to it, insisting on washing him carefully.

things run from there. it takes him approximately two days to drill a new hook on the door and hang another towel. although he does it with sweaty and shaking hands, dennis becomes the first person he's ever asked to be in an official relationship with him- the younger man practically flings himself at robby as he accepts.

dennis moves in fast. robby knows logically he should take it slower, considering his history of seven week flings, but somehow he just. doesn't worry. it seems so obvious to him that it's not the same. dennis feels like the jigsaw piece that finally finishes the puzzle.

robby buys him flowers at least twice a week, loving the way his sweetheart's eyes light up when he has roses and tulips and sunflowers bundled into his arms with accompanying kisses. he takes him out to dinner every friday, insisting on footing the entire bill and hand feeding him dessert (his boy gets embarrassed by this, so robby wangles his way into getting secluded candlelit tables where they won't be bothered). he buys dennis jewellery, pretty, shiny things that catch the light and make him glow. more than once robby has been caught blushing and staring at dennis from across the room, totally zoned out from anything that wasn't his boyfriend.

robby never saw himself as someone who would sit in bed with someone sat in his lap, back to chest, as they watched shitty tv and ate ice cream from the tub- but there he was. dennis was the perfect height for him to bury his face in his hair and inhale the sweet scent of the youngers coconut shampoo. robby proposes to dennis after just eight months, and they get married on the date of their first year anniversary.

sometimes robby wakes in the night and watches his boy sleep, still not believing how he ever got so lucky. dennis wakes up at times, and will shuffle close to press kisses on robby's face as he giggles. they just work.