Guys i dont think ur supposed to find "phantom of the pitt funny" because whittaker isnt laughing. You're supposed to conclude:
1. Med students and residents are spreading this behind whittakers back (realistic to how peers treat peers in poverty in a field that is still predominately rich nepotism babies)
2. A new characterization of Joy and the circles shes in.
i have no real prompt for you but i've just been thinking of dom dennis... with any ship, really, there's just a drastic shortage and i adore your writing so i was wondering if you might have some thoughts.. popewhit on the brain always, and i feel like there's not a lot for huckleabbot with dom dennis... if you have any thoughts or blurbs or generally anything to say about the concept i would be overjoyed :3
sorry it took me forever to answer this. i had to wait till inspiration struck ig. i do think there’s a lack of dom dennis huckleabbot so let’s rectify that. of course it’s very sentimental because i’m me.
jack was a vigilant guy. always had been, always would be.
he was vigilant before the army, and down right paranoid after. his brain was always on. his therapist said he was constantly in fight-or-flight.
but with dennis, he turned his brain off.
jack hadn’t realized that was what was happening for a long time. it didn’t look like how he thought it would look. there was no kneeling (that would hurt like a bitch), there was roleplay or names, there wasn’t any pain. there was just dennis’s effortless authority, and his even more free flowing praise. and jack just listened and absorbed.
“on your back, baby,” dennis said it quietly, almost like a suggestion. jack followed it like it was shouted by a general. jack’s back hit the bed. his brain was quiet and still. the radio was off, so was the TV. it was just them, their breathing, their sweat, their energy. dennis took his place on top of him, nearly in a plank. “you’re so fucking pretty, jack.” dennis cooed.
“yeah?” jack questioned. urging dennis to keep going.
dennis caressed jacks thighs as he spread them. “yep, you’re my pretty boy.” he put just the tip of his dick in jack’s slick hole. jack let out a tiny groan. “you want more?” jack nodded wordlessly. dennis couldn’t have that. “tell me you want more.”
jack took a second to find the words in his empty mind. “want more, please.”
“please? my baby’s so polite tonight,” dennis teased right before he slowly started thrusting all the way in. when he started fucking in and out of jack in earnest, dennis’s mouth started running. where jack’s head went empty, dennis’s was full of thoughts. thoughts near exclusively about jack. “don’t need to say another word all night. i know what you want, baby, don’t worry.”
jack was making little whimpering sounds. unh unh unh’s as dennis hit his most sensitive spots. he felt a relief at dennis just letting him go nonverbal. he grabbed at dennis’s back, bring him closer.
dennis gripped jack’s thighs for some more traction and continued his dirty talk. “just don’t wanna think, do you? wanna get fucked dumb?” jack didn’t answer, he couldn’t. “aw, i know. it’s ok, baby. i got you.”
it was those words echoing in jack’s head when he finally came. dennis might’ve been saying other ones, but jack could only hear it’s ok baby, i got you.
no one had ever had jack like this. not until dennis.
Dennis in his fifties, blonde hair littered w grey. He still works in the ed but he also does classes from time to time, specifically about the differences present in rural medicine.
And jack and robby are college roommates and occasional fuck buddies who are foaming at the mouth every time Dr Whitaker guest lectures, getting excited every time they have a rotation at PTMC because that means they’re more likely to be able to sneak a glance at him at some point.
One day, they’re dicking around a bit leaving the lecture building, ready to get home, when robby stops dead in his tracks - jack is half on his back, arms around Robby’s neck. When he looks up, he sees what made him stop. Dr Whitaker is leaning against the wall of the building, cigarette hanging between his delicate fingers as he stares at them, smirking. They stay there staring for a bit, before Whitaker takes a final drag of his cigarette before stomping it out, leaving to his car with a wink and a lazy salute in the med students direction.
Jack and robby spend a week arguing about who that wink was for.
I actually do not understand how people don’t find the Robby arch and storyline very very interesting and compelling. How can you not want to see how this plays out for him??
Yes I want many seasons exploring Robby’s mental health!
ROBBY AND HIS MENTAL HEALTH IS THE POINT OF THE SHOW.
I want all the seasons exploring his mental health. I want to see him become happy and healthy and I want to see the whole uncomfortable journey.
And do you know why? BECAUSE I CONNECT WITH IT. BECAUSE IT MAKES ME FEEL SEEN. And I’m not even in the medical field, I’m just a chick with PTSD and hella trauma.
So imagine what this representation is doing for people in the medical field. And then imagine how this bitterness and hate and vitriol is affecting those same people.
If you don’t like the show, if you don’t like Robby, STOP WATCHING IT! If I can figure it out, it ain’t that hard.
also yes, watching the whitsantos buddy comedy is entertaining and oftentimes wholesome, but those moments of levity and connection are not nearly as compelling in the absence of the tragedy (particularly the tragedy of robby).
part of why we latch onto those moments as viewers is because the heaviness of the rest of the show demands that we do. frank’s little moments with donnie, princess and perlah being besties, trinity interacting with mel and dennis and victoria, are all made better by the contrast of the drama. and the drama and tension, like it or not, are primarily driven by robby and his relationships to the people around him.
it might theoretically feel more positive to watch those happy little morsels in quick succession, but in practice? they would cease to mean anything. there would be a severe lack of stakes and earnestness without the anchor point of robby.
look pitt fans if you want to draw robby in a biblical context, you have no excuse for it being a christian one. look at these:
these are some illustrations by ephraim moshe lilien, who was an acclaimed art nouveau pioneer. recreate these pieces with robby as their central figure, please, and try to learn about the themes they’re depicting before you do.
(art titles, from right to left: abraham; kishinev martyrs; jacob and the angel; samson and the lion; the dybbuk)
yall. I need you to think bigger. ROTC college programs? Big military heritage schools in the south? Going to school for four years and then signing away 4-8 years of your life to get school paid for? Hello? He did not go to Duke. Be so for real.
Is there anything sadder than the little chunk of Kikis Delivery Service when Kiki says “I used to really like flying before it was my job” and then gets so burned out that her magic stops working and she cant talk to Jiji anymore and she tries so hard to FORCE the magic that she breaks her mothers broom and stays up all night, alone, trying to make a new one and crying?
And I know it is all ok in the end- Kiki has friends who look out for her and she takes care of herself and finds her place.
But fuck, those 20 minutes just hurt my heart so much.
jack abbot but he actually has like...multiple side gigs and they just come out of nowhere in conversations (like how he's in SWAT) so like when robby is busy complaining about insurance jack's like "yeah I can help you with that I used to do that" and it doesn't just stop there it'll be the most out of pocket stuff ever. "Oh I used help a guy sell tacos out of his back truck in like 2018." and robby's like "you never mentioned this to me where did you even find the time who what when where how-" and jack's like "pft man you never asked' and jack will keep dropping in these lore bombs because he has such a big skillset he helps patch up robby's bike and was like 'yeah i learnt that when i helped at some dude's garage' and robby just stares at him the entire time. jack abbot the JACK OF ALL TRADES.
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