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everybody leaves

i'm probably gonna say very little about fandom discourse around this ep because spring break starts next week and i'm running out of sanity but actually. i love everyone on the pitt being flawed and fucked up and nasty sometimes. i love robby being a hypocrite and repulsed by samira's anxiety because he's repulsed by his own. i love that, alternatively, samira is repulsed by her mother's loneliness because she's repulsed by her own, too. i love santos blaming langdon for her ostracization at the ED and her unwillingness to see that, separate of the langdon issue (however separate you can make it), if you go around being an asshole to your peers all the time, some people are just not going to fucking like you. i love that its garcia specifically who checks santos for the lack of decorum she's displaying in front of their patients in this ep because garcia herself could arguably stand to have a bit more decorum when talking about patients and she's also treating santos like a dogggg right now. i love that mel is overstepping boundaries with becca and coddling her in a way that doesnt allow becca the space she deserves to be an autonomous adult with autism who should be respected on her own terms because mel's also struggling with what it means to be an autonomous adult with autism who should be respected on her own terms. i think there's a difference between a show depicting characters behaving badly and cosigning their bad behavior. i think a good character and a good person are separate categories. i love that this is a show that isn't so obsessed with likability that it keeps its characters from behaving badly.

frankly, i hope these characters keep fucking up, and i hope they keep getting checked by their fellow fuck ups, because that's life, brother. there is no divine priestly class of sinless people who exist to tell the "bad" people off for their missteps. and i hope that, as the show progresses, we see robby, santos, mohan, langdon etc make more mistakes and better mistakes. and i love that this show, for all its flaws, is (imo) still holding true to its premise that people are not wholly defined by their best moments or their worst. no matter how uncomfortable it is to sit with that nuance or how tense that makes an episode of television lol.

lynneyginnyjoan

see no aioli, hear no aioli, speak no aioli

eethok

gadzooks! my game? It be'eth changed!

starkatstories

jolly good series

i-tripped-on-a-rock

Jawbone bought them all matching fuzzy socks

audible301

Brennan using Honor The Cock at different tables is a great longterm bit

femmedaraya

THIS HAS BEEN A PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT FROM THE AMERCADIAN SPACE BRIGADE

cowboyadjacent

them <333

deconstructthesoup

Sir Hop-A-Lot (Cinderella's Castle) going "you're beaten" after every successful fight has the same energy as Prince Gerard (Neverafter) and his many wildly-named sword forms

badgerclawsaresharp

trifecta of brennan lee mulligan self-inserts in fantasy high junior year

dandelion-roots

couldn't get it past your lips, could you? (aka the moment in the scene I knew pok was lying)

[ID: First image: a black and white digital drawing of pok gukgak sitting tied to a chair and bleeding from several wounds. we see him from the back. in front of him are two goblinoid but large demons saying, is there nothing you miss? do you regret dying? do you regret not seeing the life of your son? Second image: a sepia picture of a tiny riz sitting on pok's lap as seen from pok's perspective. pok is gently caressing riz's soft cheek with the back of his index finger. with his other hand, this one with a wedding ring on it, he's holding a big picture book that depicts a dog sherlock holmes. riz is grinning and excitedly pointing at the drawing with one hand while his other holds his dad's wrist to get his attention. outside the memory, pok is saying, i don't- i don't miss- and the words cut off. Third image: the drawing is again black and white. pok is back in the reality of being tied to a chair. he's staring forward with a blank expression, face battered, and saying, i don't know what to tell you. there are tears in the corners of his eyes. End ID]