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trash blog. Fandom wanderer - currently in Da Pitt. Thoughts and writing: softs-speaks, Pink_mink on AO3

[on-softs]

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Hello all, I am Softs (she/her). I’m a writer. Find my stuff on AO3 under @pink-mink.

currently I am deeeeeep into Da Pitt and ship robby, jack, frank, and Dennis, in any possible configuration. My ship is their whole Situation.

To this end, feel free to send me thoughts or prompts, whenever.

Stories I’m working on right now:

- robby/Jack with robby involuntary age regression post pittfest POSTED - Follow up chapter with a mikey/uncle jack fight

[backonmybullsht]

Noah Wyle vs Baby Giraffe

Corporate needs you to find the difference between these two pictures.

Original All-Star Game video from @clagri_29. Baby giraffe clip from Whipsnade Zoo YouTube. Thank you @club-medical for pointing out the uncanny resemblance.

[on-softs]

Mikey's theme song, btw

[me-hmm-dead]

there's something so uncomfortably voyeuristic in these shots. that head movement, as if he's trying to hide from the viewer too, but can't escape our gaze. we've known him for less than a day but allowed to get closer than the people who've known him for years. that's not right.

[splattergutz]

[stuffingbuttsandshit]

Idk if anyones noticed this but in this scene where jack says to langdon "see you haven't lost it" implies that langdon talked to jack about his insecurities as a doctor after he went to rehab, and doing this impressive move without neurosurgery and him being so puppy eyed when robby says good job to him God this makes me fall in love with the actors and their art and writing and the show I fkn love this show

[on-softs]

Just recently learned that all residents have to fully practice under their attending's medical license until they become an attending themselves and can get their own, which is the kind of slightly horny indebted power structure that gets my brain going SO:

Thinking about revisiting this omegaverse AU but making it take place in the Pitt – R1 Frank has to submit to attending alpha Robby in order to be put on Robby's medical license because Frank's an alpha and that’s part of the deal– can’t have unruly unbound alphas in the subordination hierarchy when things like the attending’s career are at risk!! Nosir! Frank (new wife and first kid on the way), who has always been secretly fascinated by submission in a way alphas shouldn’t be, wants sooo badly to be good for Dr. Robinavitch, who is competent and kind and very attractive.

But it just isn’t working.

Frank can't make himself submit properly. 

Robby is real ‘sorry kid unzips pants’ energy about it.

[fuckrozanov]

the worst writing crime you can ever commit in my opinion is watering down the dirty talk because you’re self-conscious that it sounds like it’s from a bad porno…..i cannot stress this enough……leave it alone. the moment you tell yourself he would not fucking say that you’re doomed. people will say almost anything if their dick is hard enough

[penelopepennington]

Normalise this, normalise that... Just do it fucking weird if you wanna do it

[on-softs]

Pitt thoughts

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(This was the immediate next text btw)

[olyphant-tim]

Dr. Michael Robinavitch & Dr. Jack Abbot THE PITT (2025– ) happy birthday @timothyolyphant!

[on-softs]

Pitt thoughts

[emziess]

Gerran Howell as Dennis Whitaker The Pitt, S02E13

[brawlite]

Prompt: A Trinity & Langdon interaction?

have a little santos & garcia & langdon interaction, witnessed by our pal robby

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There are hushed voices muffled behind the door to the women's restroom on the 4th floor near the surgery center. It's a relatively quiet area of the hospital at this time of night, as most outpatient surgeries have long since been discharged, and those with complications have been admitted. The restroom itself is for patients, not staff, so when Robby passes the door and hears voices, he slows the speed of his steps, curious. Dubious.

He stills at the door. The voices continue, but they're pitched low enough that he can't discern any words. At least one woman, maybe two. And also a man, voice sporadic, short, and clipped, but decidedly there. At first Robby wonders if this isn't just an ill-advised amorous encounter in an even more inappropriately chosen location, but nothing about the voices sounds lustful. Someone does sound mad, though. And that gives him pause. Surely, he couldn't leave something that might turn into a fight in a bathroom in an unoccupied area of the hospital alone, could he?

He knocks.

"Fucking occupied," a very familiar voice shouts.

Robby would know that spitfire ire anywhere: Trinity Santos.

"I'm coming in," Robby announces.

"How about don't?" Santos is saying, as Robby pushes open the door, unhindered by her complaint.

He's not surprised to find Santos and Garcia in the bathroom, tucked up near the mirror. He is, however, surprised to find Frank Langdon there too, sitting on the counter of the bathroom between them, looking abjectly miserable.

The first thing Robby notices is that Langdon's clothes are on. It's a relief, given the location, the implications. The second thing Robby notices is the dark bruise blooming around Langdon's eye.

Anger blooms so easily in his gut. His stomach clenches and his veins go hot. Langdon looks at him, and then quickly looks away, cheeks flushing an embarrassed crimson.

"What the fuck is this?" Robby asks.

There are makeup brushes scattered around the counter. There's a compact and brush in Santos' hands.

"None of your business is what it is," Santos tells him. Her tone is a surprise, honestly. Her hackles are up, and normally that's a constant when it comes to Langdon, directed at Langdon, but now Robby's startled to have it pointed at him. Away from Langdon, perhaps even in defense of him.

Before Robby can bristle too much, Garcia speaks: "We can't find the right shade for Ken, here," she says simply. She crosses her arms and leans against the paper towel dispenser, ignoring Santos' anger and Robby's too.

Langdon's off today. He shouldn't be in the hospital at all. It's an hour past the time Santos and Garcia should have clocked out, but here they are. In an abandoned bathroom with Langdon between them, bruised and in the fucking makeup chair.

Did Langdon come in just for this? How did he get the bruise? Did someone punch him in the face? Someone must have. It's bad, dark and blue and black. Robby's mind spirals, jumping from one bad conclusion to the next, each one worse than the previous.

"Look, it's fine, I'm just going to go," Langdon says, clearly aiming to slide off the bathroom counter.

He doesn't get far. Santos stops him with a hand on his shoulder. The touch looks surprisingly gentle.

"Stop moving. You're not going anywhere, we're not done."

Langdon sighs, but he relaxes. He looks at Santos, at Garcia, at the floor. He doesn't look at Robby again.

"Try that one," Garcia says, pointing at a compact on the counter. "No, the other one," she adds, when Santos grabs the wrong one. Both of them ignore Robby completely.

He feels out of place, out of sorts.

"Who punched you?" Robby asks Langdon.

Langdon makes a noise at the back of his throat.

"It's not relevant," Santos says.

"He's here. It's relevant," Robby says.

"It's not workplace relevant," Garcia clarifies without looking at him. "He's here for makeup advice." Ruining date night, she adds under her breath. Frank winces, either at the words or at the press of Santos' makeup brush, Robby can't tell which.

Robby would bet real money that the makeup advice followed a medical assessment of Langdon's injury, either that or Robby's not training good doctors. Another glance to the counter shows him a floppy ice pack, which lends him to believe that Langdon's been assessed for any skull fractures or any other complications.

"Where did this happen?" Robby asks

"Not here," Santos says.

"Where?"

"My apartment," Langdon says, like it's a foregone conclusion. Like maybe Robby will go away if he answers.

Last Robby checked, Langdon lived in a house with his wife, two kids, and a hastily acquired dog. Last Robby checked was over a year ago, though, and it's only now just occurring to him that he might be behind on the times. Another covert glance tells him that Langdon isn't wearing his wedding ring. When had that happened? Robby tries to steer clear of the rumor mill, especially where Langdon is concerned. He doesn't want to know. Now, he wishes he had been paying slightly more attention.

"Your apartment," Robby parrots. This is somehow worse than Langdon getting slugged in a back alley, the aftermath of a drug deal gone sour.

Langdon just nods.

"You got punched in your own apartment?" Robby says, almost-sarcastic disbelief coloring his own words.

"Are you safe to go back there?" Santos asks.

It's a better question, the right question to ask, and the way the silence hangs in the air afterwards means that every person in the bathroom knows it. The correction stabs a blade of guilt through Robby's chest, unbidden and unwelcome.

Veering sharply away from that feeling, Robby tells himself that of course Langdon is safe in his own apartment. Of course there's nothing to worry about. That's not a question for someone like Frank Langdon, whose problems are of his own creation, his own doing. Robby knows that's true. He needs it to be.

Instead, Langdon just shrugs and keeps his eyes on the floor. He looks, if Robby were to put a name to it, almost scared. The sight of it leaves a bad taste in Robby's mouth.

"Wow resounding affirmation there, ER Ken," Garcia says. "So, you're going to sleep on my couch tonight."

Robby watches as Langdon glances up at her. He waits for Langdon to demure, to brush it off. To laugh, even.

He doesn't.

"You sure?" Langdon asks, instead.

"Wouldn't offer if I wasn't. We can postpone date night. And you can buy us a giftcard to make up for all of the foundation we're wasting on your pasty ass."

Robby watches as Langdon looks at Santos. She nods an affirmation.

"Done," Langdon says. "Two giftcards."

Robby feels even more out of place. A strange afterthought, not important or integral to whatever is happening here. What world is this, where Santos and Garcia are helping Langdon? And what world is this, where there's someone in Langdon's apartment he's afraid of? Is it a roommate? Or is it something else entirely? Robby wants to know more. He desperately doesn't, too.

"What are you still doing here?" Santos asks Robby.

She doesn't look at him. She's apparently decided whatever shade Garcia picked out is good enough, because her eyes are trained on Langdon like this is an operation. His bruise is almost fully covered. It's good work, Robby can't help but notice. Langdon looks better. Even the circles under his eyes look less pronounced.

Robby swallows. He doesn't like this. He has a bad feeling about all of it, but he's not sure it's the worst case scenario he thought it was when he first started running through conclusions. He's not sure that's actually better, though.

"Finish up quickly," Robby warns. "I'm dropping something off with admin. You'll be out of here by the time I'm back."

"Sir yes sir," Santos says.

Robby leaves. When he loops back, the bathroom is empty.

When Robby catches sight of Langdon on their next overlapping shift two days later, Langdon looks normal. As normal as he ever does, these days. A little washed-out, a little tired. But fine. If Robby hadn't seen him that night, if he didn't know what to look for underneath the carefully applied makeup over his eye, he'd be none the wiser.

He does know, though. And he wishes he didn't, because now he can't stop looking at Frank.

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21, 27, and 14 for the fic asks <3

Ahh these are fun/tricky ones!

14. What's something you really like about your works?

I had a friend tell me once that my writing was chameleon-like, and that stuck with me. That's my favorite quality; that I try and make an honest effort to change tone/voice/references depending on canon and the perspective character. For example, Jack's POV should read differently to me than Trinity's POV, because they're both really different people. Am I always successful? Who's to say.

In the future it might be fun to actually experiment more with structure, as well as voice!

Oh also, that I really do genuinely try to run all my Robby and Jack writing through the 'would a man who wears khaki cargo shorts do/say this' test lmfao

21. What's something no one has caught about one of your fics?

Ooooh this one is hard..... in this old Whiplash fic, the last line is a reference to a T. Coraghessen Boyle short story? But that's niche haha.

27. What's one question you never get asked about your fics that you really want to answer?

I get really obsessed with certain songs that apply to each story I'm writing so.... I guess any questions to do with that? But I do feel like fannish song sharing is soooo personal and can be very indulgent, so I get it.

ask game

[princessdelacruz]

@thepittmonth > week 1: parallels, callbacks, and themes helping/healing hands

[ahyperactivehero]

Fanfic Author Asks!

(I love these things so much, I thought I would do my own lol)

How many WIPS do you currently have?

Do you prefer oneshots or longfics?

What was the last thing you looked up for a fic?

Do you save your 'cut scenes' from your fics? (Want to share one?)

Where do you get your title inspiration from?

Do you listen to anything while you write? Or do you prefer silence?

What fic are you the proudest of?

Has anyone ever drawn fanart for one of your fics before?

What time do you prefer to write? (Day, night, etc.?)

How much do you write before you post?

Do you outline your fics before writing them?

Have you ever made a moodboard for a fic? (Do you want to share it?)

Have you ever made a playlist for a fic? (Share?)

What is something you really like about your work(s)?

Do you look at comments right away? Or save them for later?

How do you write your fics? (Handwritten, google docs, word, etc)

Do you regularly discuss your fics, or do you keep most of the info to yourself before you start posting?

How do you decide what POV to write in?

Do you work on multiple fics at once or only one at a time?

What made you start writing?

What is something that no one has caught about one of your fics?

What is one of your favorite tropes to write?

Do you post your fics on a schedule?

Do you have any writing goals? (Word counts, chapters, finishing fics, trying something new?)

Is there a scene you are dreading writing? (Want to share what it is?)

What is your favorite part about writing?

What is a question that you never get asked about your fics that you really want to answer?

Do you prefer canon compliant fics or AUs?

What fic are you the least proud of?

Is there something you would go back and change about a fic if you could?

How do you stay motivated?

Out of all your fics, what is your favorite title?

What is your favorite line from *insert fic name here*?

Have you ever done a collaboration? Would you?

Favorite review you've gotten?

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Happy Endings or Sad Endings?

Bonus: Readers, tell your fave authors something you liked about their fics/works!