summer is lowkey relapse season cuz like something traumatic always happens

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summer is lowkey relapse season cuz like something traumatic always happens
i miss them, ballet mowalsh from @somebodytoundress 's fic
Walsh: Babe, you had a crush on me? That’s embarrassing— Samira: We’re married.
barantos - love within bones
inspired by the young fathers’ piece ‘remember’
listen here
can we tell author is crashing out about death can we
barantos - love within bones
inspired by the young fathers’ piece ‘remember’
listen here
look out barantos ppl I’ve put my evil cap on
anybody else feeling short of breath?
credits: supriyaganesh_ on ig
supriya ganesh, please have my children
the “splatter dennis with more liquids” campaign is so funny to me. that man grew up on a farm. he’s been helping the local vet do cattle pregnancy checks since his arm was long enough to. he was there every time a horse was born or had to be put down. he knew how to field dress a deer when he was 10. he snapped a rat’s neck in the ED and was proud of it, expected praise for it! he is totally fine being splattered in liquids. it’s a mild inconvenience.
if we wanna torture our faves in a low-stakes way, we should be splattering trinity with liquids instead. i wanna see her get progressively more irritated and blow up at someone in a narratively productive way. or have a breakdown and actually let someone in — baran, of course, in a moment where we find out they’ve been secretly dating.
better yet, splatter cassie in liquids. have her be exasperated for a moment until all her zen podcast, yoga, breath work practice kicks in and she chuckles mildly and says, “this reminds me of the time…” and have each story be progressively more insane until a betting pool starts about the content of her next tale. and then people are spilling things on purpose just to win the next bet. cassie is, of course, in on it with vic. post credit scene using their winnings on a ridiculously expensive date.
or, funnier, splatter baran in liquids and have her be genuinely, completely unfazed by it every time. she’ll disappear for like 10 min and then come back looking somehow better and more put together. until by the end of the shift somehow her hair has been blow dried and curled and she’s wearing makeup. this is never explained but acknowledged by all of her colleagues in private, baffled conversations.
i also just think we can do better than “splattering someone in liquids” as a punch line
Also applies to "AI" "artists" and "musicians."
Oh my god I’m going insane
I’m really good at writing sexy pale women with bangs fanfiction because one sleeps in my bed every night y’all im so sorry I deceived you. I’m not talented I’m just [redacted].
can confirm I am the same
You’re drabble on Baran’s son calling Trinity mom for the first time got me thinking.
Baran’s son who is afraid of needles getting injured and needing to come to the Pitt for some stitches. We know that Trinity is the child whisperer so she takes care of him (pretend the rules about taking care of family doesn’t exist lol)
- @rosewoodlibrary
Trinity’s supposed to be concentrating at work.
Supposed to be.
The younger doctor has been gone for the better part of an hour when she finally comes back to the ED, one hand on Omid’s shoulder as she directs him towards the staff room.
They make it as far as the lockers when Baran spots them.
“That took you a while.” She says, standing before them with her hands on her hips. “I didn’t realise you were an orthopaedic practitioner, Dr Santos.”
Trinity’s ears go a little red but Omid’s already wriggling to try and take the sling off and show off his cast. He might not have been good at karate, but he was good at getting them out of trouble.
“Maman! Maman, look! Trinity’s really good at drawing!”
For a boy with a broken wrist, he gets the sling off without much pain and shows his mother the pale white cast enthusiastically. True to his word, the cast is littered with strangely well-drawn doodles of Superman and Spiderman, comic panels that Baran can tell have been drawn from memory.
They’d been frantically coloured in by a non-dominant hand.
Baran smiles. “And whose idea was this?”
Trinity bites the inside of her cheek. “Mine.” She admits. “Figured the little guy needed some help on being brave. It was a pretty nasty break, huh?”
He nods furiously. “Hurt.”
“Well,” Baran crouches down and gently tucks Omid’s injured arm back into his sling. “I’m glad you’ve got some company. Did Trinity help you?”
He nods again. “She made me brave.”
Trinity squeezes his shoulder. “You’re always brave, buddy. I would’ve cried if that had happened to my wrist too.”
“Really?”
“Hell yeah.”
“Thank you.” Baran says straightening up again. She knows she should be cross, should be reprimanding her resident for abandoning her patients to go and do a nurse’s job, but with Omid tucking himself back into Trinity’s side and her arm casually going around his shoulders, she can’t help but smile. “I’ll see you later?”
“Of course, baby.”
“Don’t forget to do your job, Dr Santos.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Dr Al-Hashimi.”