[ninanijn]

Soooo... anyway.. apparently, I've had this account for well over 14 years now. With no post, ever.

But since I've recently started coming here, and messaging people, I thought it was time to post at least something. If only to show others that, yes, I indeed exist, and I'm not some bot. So. Hi! This is me. And the (current) profile picture is my middle child. No, youngest child. Never mind. Let's not go there.

Hi. Happy to be here <3

[ninanijn]

Quote of the day: "I'm an open book, it's just that people refuse to read it"

[k-dhd]

[crystaltoa]

Even saying ”I’m so sorry, I completely forgot” sounds marginally better than ” I’m so sorry, I didn’t completely forget, I actually completely remembered. I thought about it the whole time and it stressed me out so much my brain built an insurmountable wall around it.”

[halfabouros]

It takes so much mental fortitude to remember to pick up that sock

[angrylittlesliceofpizza]

"i thought about that task so much my brain apparently decided i had already done it" also sounds like bullshit, AND YET

[big-smiling-monkey]

“It didn’t happen, and I don’t know why. It could have. It should have. My life would be vastly improved if it had. I thought about it constantly and obsessively… and yet here we are.”

[ninanijn]

Full disclosure: My dad died in February. And it's been a gift. Because "I'm so sorry my dad died recently and things have been a bit chaotic" is an excuse everybody accepts. Not sure how long it'll hold though..

[ninanijn]

While watching the last scene with Baby Jane Doe (yet again), I noticed that the first thing Robby does, is taking off his stethoscope and hanging it on the oxygen stand next to her crib. And yes, I know that it only make sense to take it off before tending to a baby. But there's a certain poetry in the mirroring, of the S1 and S2 finales. In S1, he hangs his stethoscope on the railing, before - well: jumping. In S2, he again hangs his stethoscope - before..? Taking a metaphorical jump? Either his little suicidal sabbatical; or simply opening up to BJD, letting her in. Letting somebody in. Far fetched or not, I thought it was quite moving.

[ratuszarsenal]

[ninanijn]

As funny as that quote is, I feel that the preceding paragraph deserves some attention as well:

After [Julian Green's son] Éric Jourdan's death in 2015, Jourdan's executor Tristan Gervais de Lafond, a jurist of some distinction, supported the publication of the unexpurgated text of Green's journals and the first volume appeared in September 2019. The publishing program respected Green's restriction that sensitive material not appear until fifty years had passed. Included were "hundreds of pages, with countless pornographic and vulgar passages crossed out", with as much as half the material published for the first time, sexual matters as well as assessments of colleagues and literary figures, as well as racist and anti-semitic statements. It transformed Green's public image: his homosexuality was never a secret but Green had always indicated it was "under control" or channeled into platonic relationships. The full text records such a variety of sexual encounters that it documents gay life in the years between the world wars.

From: Wikipedia, Julien Green

[ninanijn]

I was thinking about Robby's name. And suddenly, it hit me: what if, as a kid, he was teased and called "Mike the k***"?

Yes, sure, the use of Robby could be a form of professionalism; where Dr Robinavitch is difficult to pronounce, so "Dr Robby" was just easier. But it's not just patients and colleagues who call him Robby. It's Janey and Jake as well. Collins - who, presumably, met and dated him before she started working at PTMC So why, when "Michael" isn't a rare name in any form; or difficult to pronounce? What if his given name has only painful associations with it?

Bonus points if, some day, he comes home to his parents or grandparents, saying "Freddy called me a kite and then everybody started laughing real hard. But it sounded mean. Why would they call me a kite?" And everything around him explodes: people start screaming and crying; talking to each other in languages he doesn't quite understand. He hears "not again, not again!!!", and his grandma saying "you told me we would be safe here, Efim! We would be safe in America! How do I protect him from this??"

So he knows being called a "kite" is bad - and through the years, he learns the actual word. And so much more. And when some day his baseball coach says "robina- robinafish? What kind of name is that? I'll just call you Robby" - it isn't ideal. But it's better. It's neutral and a new start. So he grabs the opportunity, and the name, and never looks back.

[ninanijn]

I really really really want to see Quinn's real time figures, by date (and possibly time), and see how much of an impact Shawn Hatosy's collab has made on their revenue. Seriously, I'd be willing to buy Quinn stocks, if that's what's necessary to get some inside information on this. (because, yes: et tu / me too, Brute. And I confess: I was willing to pay for a whole ass subscription just to be able to listen to the 8 minute preview. Pay 8 bucks to see if it would be worth my 8 bucks, basically. And sure, I'd like to think I'm unique but some decades on this planet have taught me that I'm anything-but. So now I want to know, how many of us Shawn hauled in. Gimme the raw numbers. Make me proud of him (and less embarrassed about myself))

[alethialia]

I'm doing a final read-through of my big bang right now and I just got to Jack saying to Robby, "It's you and me," and you guys, I cannot. I don't even remember writing that, but I guess we're just channeling the guys over here. Wtaf.

[ninanijn]

"You know how they say that a part of you dies when you lose someone you love? I'm not convinced that a part of you doesn't die every time you see a fellow human pass. And I've seen so many people die that I feel like it's leaching something from my soul."

(Dr. Robby, The Pitt S02E15)

Please, please all go and read “One Need Not be a Chamber to be Haunted”, by Neige_Nivro / @csstayaway, who had the foresight - or insight - to write this: “How are you holding up?” *

* Given that you failed. That you have a graveyard inside of you that will only get larger with time. That the people you lose will weigh five times more than anyone you save. How are you holding up, considering that you are now a haunted house, filled with ghosts and crumbling under your own weight?

“Fine.” *

* I’m back. I’m here. The walls have held another day and I will trust the foundation to carry me through. I am haunted, but these ghosts are mine , and I have made a space for them where I can tend to their memory. The house, for now, stands.

“When you let the ghosts haunt you, they’re not just loitering around for kicks. […] If you don’t let them go, they’re going to make you one of them”.

One Need Not be a Chamber to be Haunted (14467 words) by Neige_Nivro Chapters: 6/6 Fandom: The Pitt (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jack Abbot/Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Jack Abbot & Michael "Robby" Robinavitch Characters: Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Janey (The Pitt), Jake (The Pitt), Dana Evans, Montgomery Adamson, Dennis Whitaker, Trinity Santos Summary: Being a doctor meant being haunted. This was the first thing Robby learned in his residency. Or: A study of the five great losses in Robby's life and how they led to the one great gain.

[ghostlypawn]

can someone find and post the frame of langdon by the sink in the break room next to the sign that says your mother doesnt live here bc thats comedy gold #tome

[detailspecialist]

[ghostlypawn]

the note being from pball’s mom is adding another layer of humour to this

[ninanijn]

This detail is part of a bigger article about "the Pitt Petts"! "Meet the Crew Pets Featured in ‘The Pitt’ Break Room", (or link without paywall)

[codisfishher]

Behold, Shawn Hatosy Wikipedia:

[ninanijn]

So, I got curious, looked up his wikipedia, and then clicked on the History tab. And guys, seriously, I urge you all to do the same.

The little added comments by the editors alone are worth it; but good grief the edits themselves..

[gayandbasic]

Okay, I’m going to say something a little controversial here.

Rant under the cut cause you all got me fucked up over this Pitt discourse.

Why is everyone mad at Noah Wyle for focusing his own show on the main character’s storyline? Robby is the main character. That’s literally the point. He created the show and plays the lead. Bro of course the narrative is centered around him.

It feels like people are forgetting how television works. Not every character is going to get equal screen time or a storyline that matches what you personally want. That’s what fanfiction is for—not the actual show.

Also, I keep seeing criticism that the show is treating its women of color poorly, but I honestly don’t think that tracks in the way people are saying it does. If anything, Mohan has had more focus this season. I didn’t even care much for her in season one—I thought she was underdeveloped—but she’s been more present and fleshed out this time around. That coupled with Baran, Trinity, and the entire nurses staff like???

People are also mad about a Supriya leaving next season and immediately spinning it into “it’s because she’s a woman of color” and “it’s a white male agenda,” and honestly… what show are you watching? This show has so much diversity it’s insane.

They’re completely ignoring the fact that she’s being replaced in the main cast by a Black woman whose character is already established, interesting, and clearly well-loved. So the idea that this is some kind of deliberate sidelining doesn’t even line up with what’s actually happening on screen.

This show has representation for not just poc but the lgbtq+ community, people who are neurodivergent and an assortment of religious and ethical backgrounds. It’s like you all are just fucking ignoring the fact that representation like this basically didn’t exist fifteen years ago. I’m so tired of people ragging on this show and not giving it recognition for all the subtle and complex details that come with mental health and the outrageous hell that is the American healthcare system.

And while we’re at it—this season has introduced and expanded some of the most complex character work we’ve seen so far. Baran Al-Hashimi, a woman who was initially framed like a straight-up antagonist “replacement” type, instead gets a layered, emotionally complicated arc that turns her into something far more interesting than a one-note villain.

Santos, a queer woman, is also given real depth: we see her carrying visible self-harm scars, navigating a toxic workplace relationship with another woman, and dealing with the trauma of being completely dismissed and humiliated by Langdon on her very first day. That’s not shallow writing—that’s intentional character building.

Mel has remained consistently written with clear neurodivergent traits that feel deliberate, grounded, and honestly deeply relatable.

Emma, meanwhile, is on her literal first day and is already being put through hell. Girl was physically attacked, choked out, and still managing to respond with care, professionalism, and control. And the rape kit scene wasn’t just “important,” it was handled with weight, precision, and actual narrative respect.

So again—what exactly are people watching?

Because if you’re looking at all of this and still claiming the show is flattening its women or stripping away complexity, that criticism just doesn’t hold up to what’s actually on screen.

It feels like people are so committed to being outraged that they’re not even engaging with the actual storytelling anymore. If you don’t like the direction of a show, that’s fine—but rewriting what’s happening in it to fit a narrative just doesn’t make sense.

[ninanijn]

in light of the reveal of a mid-credits ending scene in the finale*, here's my prediction:

We see Robby at some hospital admission desk (that's not PTMC's). Talking to their Lupe. "Hi, my name is Robinavitch, Michael. Dr Jefferson called you, he said you'd expect me" And….. fade to black.

To me, this seems like an actual real and realistic possibility. Short, simple; just open-ending-y enough for people to speculate like crazy; not overly dramatic.

Where can I place my bets…??

*(threads to x to tumblr)

[siriaeve]

Care and Feeding

For @ceeturnalia

"Well, what's it to you, anyway?" Jack had turned away to stash the container of leftovers in the break room fridge, but Robby could still see that the nape of his neck was flushed pink.

"No judgement," Robby said, amused. "I think it's nice that you have a cat."

"I don't have a cat," Jack said, closing the fridge.

Robby knocked back the dregs of his coffee. "You have a cat, Jack."

"I don't have a cat," Jack said, and it was perpetually funny to Robby, how petulant a guy the far side of fifty could sound, his lower lip jutting out ever so slightly. "I just don't like waste. Why throw away good food if I don't have to?"

"Uh huh," Robby said.

"Look," Jack said, sitting back down at the break room table. "If I had a cat, I'd be buying it cat food. Have you ever seen me buy cat food? You have not."

"I have not," Robby admitted. He waited until Jack had picked back up his own coffee mug before saying, "Of course, I've never seen you buy toilet paper, and you do have a toilet. Right?"

With his free hand, Jack flipped him the bird.

"You regularly feed the cat," Robby said. "With leftovers, that you deliberately take home for it, and sometimes you bring it chicken tenders from Sheetz."

Robby had witnessed that with his own two eyes. "I'll be right back," Jack had said a few minutes before the game started, and Robby had watched through the living room window as Jack had shredded up the tenders and left them on a dish on the porch before retreating inside. A clearly underfed tabby cat had inched its way out from beneath a nearby bush and slowly, slowly, up the steps to the food.

Jack sighed. "That was one time!"

"You built it a little hut to live in out on your porch," Robby pointed out.

"It was just some bits of wood I had left over from building the deck," Jack said with a shrug. "So I… I cobbled them together into a thing, so what? It was starting to snow, what was I supposed to? I'm not a monster."

A few weeks ago, Jack had sent Robby some photos of the thing that he'd supposedly cobbled together from scraps. It had two levels, a porthole window, and was painted to match the trim on the porch. Its walls were insulated with an old styrofoam cooler that Jack had cut up into pieces, and there was a layer of fresh straw on the floor.

Jack (15:19): And I think if I run an all-weather extension cord out there Jack (15:20): I can rig up a heating pad on the nights when the temp really drops Jack (15:20): Still need to think about how to make sure drinking water stays liquid Jack (15:26): Think he'll like it?

"You did exactly the kind of thing I'd expect," Robby said, "for someone who has a cat."

"It's not my cat," Jack insisted.

"You feed it, you give it shelter, you took it to the vet. What would it take to make it your cat?"

Jack fidgeted, stared down at the table. "If I gave it a name, I guess," he mumbled after a moment, fidgeting with a stray sugar packet.

The break room door swung open before Robby could respond. "MVC incoming, car versus bus, at least three major and ten minor," Lena said. "You boys fancy joining the rest of us?"

The work never stopped. Robby's shift was technically over but he helped out, saw the last of the patients sent up to the OR, slapped Jack on the back and headed home. He ate, he took his meds, he showered, he tumbled into bed. Robby's sleep was heavy, deep, dreamless: the kind of sleep he'd been enjoying for weeks now but that still felt oddly alien to his body after so many months before without. The sun was well up by the time he woke. Robby squinted as he stretched and rolled over and checked his phone for messages. Just one, sent about an hour ago.

It contained a three-minute long video of a tabby cat steadily eating its way through a dish of leftovers. There was no sound, beyond muted street traffic. Only the tips of Jack's shoes were visible; it looked like he was sitting in his doorway. From between the houses across the street, there was a glimpse of a brightening dawn sky.

Jack (07:27): Leonard.

Robby smiled. Jack had a cat.

[thepitt-incorrect]

Robby: What the fuck? The door's been locked from the outside

Abbot: We seem to be trapped in one of those "can't leave until you have sex" rooms

Robby, immediately stripping out of his clothes: Well, no big deal then, we can just -

Abbot: Wait, uh, the sign says, Welcome to the "can't leave until you are emotionally honest with each other" room

Robby:

Abbot:

Robby:

Abbot:

Robby: We're going to die in here

[ninanijn]

Alternatively:

Abbot: Wait, uh, the sign says, Welcome to the "can't leave until you are emotionally honest with each other" room Robby: Oh. Okay. So, go ahead, what's on your mind?

Abbot: What do you mean, what's on MY mind??

Robby: I've always been honest. I'm an open book. Also, I'm fine. So clearly this is about you keeping something from me.

Abbot: ?!?!?!?!?!

Robby: ......???

[sphxnxaa-deactivated20260406]

What is lime wire?

oh honey you are too young to be here

[ninanijn]

*Raises hand shyly* Oh, yeah, hi! So.. I had to look up limewire because honestly.. I went from Napster to Kazaa to eMule and skipped limewire altogether... What does that make me..?

(Also, I may or may not still have a version of eMule installed. On my PC. I have a PC. Apparently "that's not a thing any more", unless you use it for gaming. But I don't game.)

[lissa]

Shawn Hatosy & Noah Wyle at the Creative Arts Emmys (x)