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streets and sodium lights
Summer cold
trinity, i dont think we should be shaming dennis for eating all those avocados
he's a growing boy 😌
THE PITT 2.15 • 9:00 P.M.
Everyone always needs a beach episode.
In 38 years of life I have learned 1 thing;
If anyone is ever training you to replace them in a position and tells you 'its an easy job I don't do much' what this means is that you are about to spend six months to a year catching up on all the stuff they didn't do and sorting out the stuff they did poorly.
In related news I finally managed to finish un fucking my predecessor's lack of a filing system.
And if they start a sentence with "You're not supposed to do it this way but...", you're about to learn some shit to make OSHA go:
My job is literally in safety and emergency management and that phrase makes me break out in hives. Which is to say that you are entirely one million percent correct.
Alternatively by 'an easy job where they don't do much' what they mean is that they've got so much unwritten knowledge and experience stored up in their heads that they *genuinely believe* it's an easy low effort job and then leave you with a learning curve like a rocket launch and frantically spawning spreadsheets of all the shit they know off by heart
I recently had to start putting together SOPs (Standards of Procedures) for some of my tasks at work because we are getting a new hire who will eventually fill my role (as I hopefully get promoted), and--
I know that I do a lot of work, that's why I'm getting promoted; my job responsibilities currently exceed my job title. However, it wasn't until I wrote everything out that I *realized* how much I did. And it's also important to write these out because, working corporate, I could be replaced literally tomorrow (such are the pitfalls of late-stage capitalism)! And whoever replaces me is gonna need to know these things!
this is such a fantastic and reassuring response
you may have some more da pitt on instagram!! things are getting interesting… 🙊
part 2/???
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Hucklerobby fic for the prompt "Keep it, looks better on you anyways."
Dennis isn’t used to feeling cold. It’s true that he didn’t have the best clothes for winter back in Broken Bow, only the old hand-me-down from his brothers because anything else was too expensive, but there was always something to do around the farm, and the constant movement kept him warm even in the harshest weather.
That’s not to say he doesn’t move around, the ER is far from a calm job; at the Pitt, you never know where your next step will take you, from an incoming trauma to a patient that has suddenly gotten worse at the other far end of the hallway. Some days, Dennis can feel his legs throbbing after his shift is long done, sweat clinging to the back of his undershirt that he can’t wait to wash off, alongside the grime and dirt from working so many hours.
But while Pittsburgh’s winters might not be as bad as they were back home, the perpetually turned on AC from the hospital almost made Dennis miss the cold from Nebraska, at least there he wasn’t constantly shivering in the middle of work, almost enough to make his teeth rattle.
Trinity had noticed after the fourth of fifth time he had to warm up his arms and hands, and failing. She had made fun of him for not even wearing a long-sleeved undershirt if he was so cold and then told him to just wear a jacket. She was right, most of the other doctors wore a hoodie or similar around the ER, but she still had that satisfied, smug smirk when Dennis first brought an old jacket to work.
He still takes it off soon enough, once things start to get messy and he needs to run from cardiac arrest to asthma attack, which in the Pitt is all the time.
Today is another chaotic day, perhaps a bit more than usual, though never as bad as his first day, and Dennis loses sight of his jacket almost as soon as the shift starts. Maybe the fact that he hasn't well that night, or the entire week, doesn't help with his absent-mindedness, but the promise of a weekend full of rest is near, and that keeps pushing him until the end of the day.
Now, he only needs to find his jacket and wait for Trinity to be done so they can go home. The first one is an easy feat, he must have left it on the back of a chair while he stopped to chart, so he quickly puts it on. Now, as for Trinity, Dennis doesn’t even know where she is, so he tries his luck looking around the chaos that is the ER.
In there, he notices Dr. Robby and Dr. Abbot talking. That’s nothing that would catch his attention any other day (a lie, his eyes always look for the day-shift attending even when he tries not to), they seem to be in the middle of handouts, laughing between them, but there’s something going on between chuckles and whispers that Dennis can’t make out. What seems to be out of the norm, though, is the blush over Robby’s cheeks, which he tries to hide by pinching the bridge of his nose.
Dennis doesn’t know what Dr. Abbot has said or what they’ve seen to make Robby react like that—Dr. Robby, who always seems to keep his cold even during the worst situations, despite Dennis already seeing though the cracks on his first day. But before he can think about it any further, Dr. Abbot slaps Robby’s back and goes to see his first patient for the night, while Robby moves towards—
Oh, he’s walking towards Dennis.
“So, uh,” Robby coughs once he’s close enough, crossing his arms over his chest, and it’s then that Dennis notices Robby isn’t wearing his usual hoodie. Must have been a hard trauma he just left, because the man doesn’t take it off at all. Dennis’ eyes definitely don’t track the shift of his muscles, the black hair across his forearms, or the faded tattoos barely hidden by his scrub shirt, not at all. “New jacket?”
Dennis looks down at his clothes, just briefly, before returning his confused gaze back to Robby’s face. Robby is still flushed from earlier, and Dennis wonders if he’s coming down with a fever or something; winter is right behind the corner, and although they should know if they’re sick, doctors make the worst patients.
“Uh, not really. I think I got this when I came to Pittsburgh,” that was a lie, the jacket was from one of his older brothers, Dennis has just been using it since before he left for college. It was comfortable, warm, and most importantly, it wasn’t broken.
Robby nods, his eyes crinkled at the corners and a smile teasing at the corners of his lips. Dennis doesn’t know what’s so funny about this situation, but he can’t help the warm feeling that washes over him when he sees Robby like this. “Yeah? Why don’t you look again, Whitaker?”
Despite his confusion, Dennis does as he’s told; just like always Robby barks an order across a bleeding patient, Dennis is quick to follow, a buzzing on the back of his head that tells him to listen to the older man. But this time, it’s the same jacket as before, the same dark navy color, the logo for a local brewery—
No. No way.
That’s not his old jacket, it’s Robby’s. And Dennis has been wearing it around the ER for the last fifteen minutes like nothing, in a place where gossip flies faster than real news.
“D-Dr. Robby, I’m so, so sorry. I swear I didn’t notice!” Dennis starts to panic, and he hopes he doesn’t sweat fast enough to stain the jacket. Fuck. He’s almost shaking as he tries to take the offending piece of clothing off, but firm hands on his shoulders stop all his movements.
He had gotten used to those hands already, guiding him across the ER or praising him after he did well with a patient, and almost as if he was conditioned by the warm touch, he immediately relaxes, looking up at his attending.
Robby is still smiling, though this time it looks less teasing, less sharp around the edges like he usually wears it around the ER. It’s like it had been smothered by something, a realization that makes Dennis run hot(ter).
“Keep it, looks better on you anyways,” that’s all Robby says before squeezing Dennis’ shoulders once, twice, and then turning around, the back of his neck red.
Dennis doesn’t know how long he spends in the same spot, staring at Robby’s retreating back until it disappears, the ER moving around him while he keeps repeating those words in his head, the touch of those hands on his shoulders burning a permanent mark on him. That must be how Trinity finds him whoever knows how many minutes later, still debating if he had just hallucinated the entire moment.
“Hey, you ready to go?” She says, clearly eager to leave. When Dennis doesn’t say anything, just staring at her with red cheeks, she makes a disgusted face. “Helloooo? Earth to Huckleberry? What the hell, man.”
WHA x Eeeveelutions!
Idk guys I get being horny for that man because I’m too, but all these posts fixating on “catching print” and the extreme close ups on his crotch are too far in my opinion. Also, let’s please stop circulating pictures of his children??? Like, I get that these are pictures he and his wife posted, but they published them when their accounts were still small, and I have seen them on their profiles as well, but circulating and reposting them is just weird. Yall are sharing family pictures of Shawn holding his son and thirsting over wanting to fuck him. A lot of people are just being weird and uncomfortable. Get a grip.
And before I see people argue “but he’s leaning into it, he did Quinn” did you fucking miss what he said about it? He literally said that his first reaction when he was offered the collab was “NO”, but that he thought about it and saw it as a way to gain more agency about how he was perceived erotically, specifically mentioning how his previous sex scenes were taken from his works and circulated.
He said “I started thinking about what I’m experiencing in the world as a public person. With the Quinn app, it gives me the opportunity to step into this space with intention.” He literally did it as a way to have more control over it and instead people got more extreme about it. He made audio erotica reading fictional scenarios. It’s hot, I agree, I listened to it repeatedly myself, but that doesn’t mean people get to overly-sexualize a real person and get fixated on his genitals size and cross boundaries going after his family
Bringing this back again because apparently people are flooding his cameos (I didn’t even know that was an actual thing people pay for lmao) and complaining they’re getting refunds because he’s not actually doing them right now and stuff, and people are also talking shit about him leaving early that last party he attended and that he was a bit by himself for the time he was there?
Guys. I won’t hold your hand as I say this. Yall made up a version of that man in your mind that doesn’t exist. Where’s the interview where they were doing a quiz and the question was about what they would be doing at a party and he confidently chose the option “I already left”. That man is fifty. He has a hot wife at home and three kids. That “party” was a work thing where he gave an interview. He doesn’t even drink. Let him do his appearance and job and let him get the fuck home.
What’s your number 1 take away from 2025? Mine is clearly this: We’re not going anywhere.
Michael's sleep had been atrocious after pittfest. What he really meant by saying he will remember people long after everyone else forgot about them, was that they haunted him.
Sleeping was barely a possibility anymore.
The TV wasn't helping, even putting it on as loud as he could to drown out his thoughts but as low as possible to still sleep. It did not manage to keep the nightmares away.
It got so bad that it was clearly noticeable at work, his shifts feeling 10 times longer than usual and his patience practically non-existent.
It took basically no prodding to convince him to try and spend a night at Jacks.
this pride month we’re all going to be radically pro transgender. or else.
hey so this means radically pro ALL transgender. don’t put limitations on this. all trans people are radically accepted here.
"Scrooge learns the true meaning of Bisexual Awareness Week" Make Some Noise Season 3 Episode 11
Rabbot head-cannon — leaving notes for each other.
Okay so I was thinking, because of the nature of their shifts, Robby and Jack probably rely on text or leaving each other notes to communicate, especially when their sleep schedules are exact opposites. For things not as urgent, they probably prefer the analog way of writing things down.
For Jack, I’m picturing him writing on post-it notes and sticking them on the fridge, on their bedroom door, etc., for Robby to find when he wakes up. He probably has a stack of post-its on his night stand to write things down before he heads off for his shift.
For Robby though, he’s grabbing whatever pieces of paper he could find to scribble on, not caring what shapes or form they are in, as long as he can get the messages across. He would be putting pieces of tape on them so that he can slap these notes on random surfaces in their home for Jack to come across, a gift of pleasant surprises.
Please enjoy the notes situation I pictured in my head haha. 🫶🏼 They are so precious!!!