[swiftlark]

hot take possibly? but i actually think it’s okay for things to be marketed for adults. it’s literally okay if things aren’t suitable for children. i feel like we are losing the plot

[zoestorm]

Correct. Furthermore: children bending or breaking the rules to get a peek at something that's not intended for them is a part of growing up.

[marauders4evr]

It occurs to me that there are people who weren’t on this website in 2012 and therefore never saw the magical gif that you can actually hear:

It’s been over five years and that still impresses the hell out of me.

[m3siclover]

The Pitt Characters as Shawn Hatosy Tweets bc he’s funny(pt 2)

[anextrapart]

The Pitt + Text Posts (06/?)

[thelightreflects]

splintered back in winter

day twenty-three: milestone, 499 words @kingdonmicrofic

When he’s done with handoff, he looks around for Mel, wanting to catch her before she leaves, but she’s not in the ER, so he goes to the lockers and waits, and waits, and waits.

It’s a little disappointing, the realization that she’s already gone, because he thought she knew what today was.

Frank puts his coat on, grabs his bag and walks through the ER, going out to the ambulance bay just in case, holding out hope.

And there she is, bundled in her jacket, holding something to her chest and talking to herself, snow falling.

His heart beats faster at the sight of her, and he says, “You’ll catch your death out here, Dr. King.”

She startles but doesn’t relax when she notices him, shoulders tense as she hands him something.

It’s a card with a wax seal and pressed flowers — he barely hears I picked those in July when I knew you weren't leaving again over the ringing in his ears — that he holds with shaky hands.

There’s a handwritten note, and he can’t make out the words, eyes welling with tears.

“I didn’t know if you wanted everyone to know, so I thought I’d do this out here, and then I forgot to tell you, but you found me,” she says, cheeks red and pressing against the frame of her glasses as she smiles.

They’re both quiet for a moment, then she apologizes for keeping him when he has to go be with his family.

“I don’t have to go,” he says in a rush. “Abby took the kids to her parents, so I’m alone tonight.”

At her look, he says, “We’re separated.”

“But you —”

“I know,” he says, glancing down at his ring. “I still live in our house, but we’re not together.”

She doesn’t say anything, and he rambles about Abby threatening divorce when he relapsed last December, but not leaving when he got back from rehab in February, then asking him to stay in the spare room a week later.

“I’m expecting to get served with divorce papers now that I’ve hit one year, though.”

“You don’t deserve that.”

He tells her that’s sweet but not true, and she says, “Well, I’m proud of you.”

“Do you want to have dinner with me tonight?”

It bursts out of him, and he swallows, heartbeat thundering in his chest as her eyes widen, then says, “We can go to a restaurant you like, or I can cook for us at my house.”

Her silence is answer enough, and he takes a step back, tries to smile even though he feels like he might throw up from the embarrassment.

“Sorry, I —”

“No,” she shouts, then bites her lip. “Don’t be sorry, don’t take it back. I’d love to have dinner with you.”

Neither of them notices the blizzard warning on their phones, and that’s how they end up snowed in at his house for three days, celebrating him and the new year.

[blizzardofjj]

[migratorybirdie]

@kingdonmicrofic // July Day 23 // Milestone // WC: 499

Frank didn’t get it, they were so ugly. They were plush toys in the shapes of fruits and vegetables; orange, apples, lettuce, you know, salad characters, with big plastic eyes and silly expressions. Some were smiling, some had their tongue out, some had a frown. Penny was obsessed with them. Frank wouldn’t mind if it wasn’t because the only way he could get one is by winning the stupid arcade game inside the convenience store closest to his apartment. Every time they would drop by to buy something quick, she would beg and cry and scream until she got her shiny new toy. Winning the game wasn’t hard, but getting the exact toy that she wanted required certain expertise, and he was an overworked doctor, he was too tired. 

It was the pineapple. Yellow body, blue eyes and a mocking expression. Frank hated the damn thing. He would stare at it through the dirty glass, his crying child in his arms, asking why daddy couldn’t win it. Sorry honey, your dad is a loser.

Pathetic. He felt pathetic.

“The pineapple is making fun of me,” he dropped in the middle of a trauma. They were suturing a poor guy after a crike. Well, “they” was mostly Mel, he was just watching. 

“As everyone should,” Garcia responded, tearing her gown off, “are the spices talking back, Blue’s clues? Should I call psych?”

“No, it’s - it’s a toy. My kid is obsessed with it but I can’t get it.” 

“Oh, the fruiti friendz?” Mel asked, “Becca loves them. I got her the apple and the watermelon.”

“Really? Why?”

“They are collectives. People like them”

“But they are so ugly.”

“You know when something is so ugly it turns cute?”

“I think that saying exists so people can sell you ugly shit.” Mel giggled at his response, which Frank considered a win, and they rolled the patient out of the room. 

Frank remembered the watermelon was the hardest one to get, you actually had to be good at the game to win it, the pineapple was a step behind it. He looked at Mel.

“You are good at the arcade? Enough to win the watermelon?”

“It’s not that I’m good, it’s a kid’s game, Doctor Langdon.” Ouch. He threw whatever was left of his dignity down the window and just asked,

“In an exchange for dinner, do you mind winning the stupid pineapple for me?”

That’s how they ended at the table in the corner of a dingy restaurant, sharing food and stories, having a good time, two pineapple toys sitting in the middle. 

“So, is Becca gaining a new friend?” Frank asked pointing at the plush.

“Oh, no. She only cares about the rare ones.” Mel grabbed the toy. “I’m keeping this one for myself.”

“Well, my three-year-old doesn’t understand what a rare is. I don’t know why she got so obsessed with this one.”

Mel held the toy in front of the doctor, comparing the two.

“It has daddy’s eyes.”

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Sorry, I had a line where I explained what this had to do with the prompt but I ended up cutting it because it didn't feel relevant. Hope it's understandable. Like, gaining the toy, a milestone hehe. Sorry.

Other shorts: Smoke // Midnight // Laughter // Karaoke // feast // Gold // Cake

[theliteralbear]

Stained Glass Can of Sardines : Renske van Barschot

[orbsoup]

Beagle business! Some designs I made for stickers!

[rimonoroni2]

i’m always thinking about that news story where a three year old boy who wandered away from his house and ended up in the middle of the woods was found by this local great pyrenees farm dog who herded the kid back to his unrelated owners house. and the guy was like. whose kid is this

[rimonoroni2]

that dog must have been like. hmm. this isn’t a goat. some human must have left their puppy behind by accident. i have to bring this to management. surely my owner will be able to sort out whatever has occurred. that kid was like i’m all alone and scared and omg a big fluffy puppy is here to help. and that fucking farmer looking at his dog like. who’s toddler did you steal???

[humanpersonface]

I think it is very important that everyone see the good boy in question. His name is Buford.

[baleful-meat-worm]

apologies to anyone who followed me for tma. cow studies :) ❤️

[yoebellow]

Some drawing requests from Twitter:

- kingdon in 90s office attire

- fairy Mel

- Mel with her hair down

[important-cat-pics]

[macrolit]

“The cure for anything is salt water: sweat, tears or the sea.”

— Karen Blixen (aka Isak Dinesen), b. 17 April 1885

[paperclips37]

Day 22: Connect.

500 words. I didn't have a hope in hell. Sorry @kingdonmicrofic - barely hit the micro limit.

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Mel had learned several things about Dr Langdon since his return. Most of which were fairly intriguing if not somewhat amusing. Things she would have laughed with Becca about... if things were okay between them. Which was... debatable at best. But the one that was most interesting was his interpersonal skills.

Even in the very difficult circumstances he’d walked back into. A few days after July 4th he’d broken down and told her everything. Every sordid detail.

Not that Mel had been surprised. She’d read the research. Seen the ramifications of addiction on entire families. Generations.

So some people avoided him like the plague. Santos: for obvious reasons. Whitaker by default. And Javadi who still had so much to learn about the world around her.

But he could be devastatingly charming when he wanted to be.

She had not been subject to it. But the look on his face right now as he leaned over her computer screen. A sweet smile and twinkle in those ridiculously blue eye. ‘Hi Mel!’

‘Hello Dr Langdon. What do you need?’

‘What make you think I need anything? I could be saying hello.’ Mel arched a brow at him. Innocent. Far too innocent.

Yes she was way too literal at times. Too black and white about the world around her. But somehow she had clocked him immediately.

‘You don’t have a chocolate bar in your pocket right now?’

His eyes drifted away from here, eyebrows lift and face twisting a little. ‘Damn you’re good.’

‘What do you need?’

‘Jefferson likes you yeah?’

‘Does he?’

‘He answers your consults faster than anyone else according to the Chief.’ He saluted at Dana as she passed. Her laugh trailed behind her.

‘You want me to page him?’

‘Pleeeeeeeeeeease.’ Oh god his kids must be impossible to control. The innocence amping up even further on his face. That coupled with the wiggle of the eyebrows. Mel sighed and grabbed her phone.

‘Fine. What’s the issue with your patient?’

Frank jerked his thumb at the isolation room. Young man ranting and raving inside. ‘Guy thinks he was the first victim of the guillotine. First ever. In France which-’

“Is impossible because the first use was in Galway, Ireland.”

Mel blinked at him. And he blinked right back at her. First time ever. ‘History fan?’ He asked stepping around towards her. Arms crossing and his face unreadable.

She found herself stammering a little bit under the intensity in his eyes. ‘I-if we don’t look back... we’re doomed-;

‘To repeat them.’

Mel paged Dr Jefferson. Dr Langdon chewing over something. He opened his mouth several times. Trying to find the words.

‘AnychanceyoudbeinterestedingoingtoPittFort?’

He wanted to go to Pitt Fort? With her?

‘I have be considering volunteering with the re-enactors!!’ Horror gripped at her. Dorky. Nerdy. Lame.

He tilted his head, amused but not laughing at her. ‘You would look good in a cocked hat.’

‘The right name!’ Her little clap: adorable and dangerous.

He shrugged. ‘I know a thing or two.’

[retropopcult]

Snoopy button, 1969

[famouspainterwombat]

[voidfishersong]

#i HAVE to include context as a classical musician who is *almost*in these spaces #this is from the schleswig-holstein music festival #(presumably faculty????) #which is probably The most selective classical music festival in the goddamn world #these people are some of the best you will ever hear on their respective instruments #this was literally posted originally by the goddamn schleswig-holstein music festival #these are their dudes #classical musician me is being shocked by seeing them on tumblr #y’all don’t even know how insane this is #y’all are just enjoying chickens playing saxophone and cornet (via @clockworkouroboros )