[ef-1]

George Russell its time to repent to the lord, speak to a witch doctor, go on a healing mountainous journey, rebrand as a mountain goat to get this evil curse off ur scent

[piastriscenes]

can oscar join him? 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[sunbleachedsoulsss]

It’s okay guys I paid an Etsy witch to manifest Oscar wins so basically if he does good next race I everyone owes me $2

[sunbleachedsoulsss]

Drew this as a commission for a caniac combo at canes

[passengerprincipessa]

turning up to a race weekend as a mclaren fan

[arandan0sss]

Yes

[maxedes]

sky germany might be an on fire garbage bin, but every time they show sophie kumpen they mention that she used to absolutely wipe the floor with christian horner in karting and i respect them for it

[bslcry]

the highs and lows of (almost) parenthood / frank langdon

part one - series m.list

next part (two) here!

summary: frank comes home after a long shift to a wonderful, unexpected, surprise.

tags: fluff!! (tooth-rotting), pregnant!reader, abby and kids do not exist, non-medical reader, telling frank that you're pregnant :')

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Frank's shift had gone by incredibly slowly. There was a neverending influx of patients waiting to be seen, as usual, and he hadn't had time for even a sandwich. As usual.

So when the clock struck 7pm, he was the first to rush out of there, running to his locker to grab his bundle of clothes and get changed. Thanking God that there wasn't another emergency that glued him to the Pitt for longer than his scheduled hours, something that happened far too often. Charting was done, his patients had been handed over to the night shift, and he was beyond ready to leave, excited to get home to you.

He drove slowly and safely, making sure to pay close attention to the traffic lights and the dark streets. You reminded him every morning with his goodbye kiss to drive safely, and he made sure to honour that every time he was behind the wheel. He had seen enough car accident victims to make sure he listened to your words.

And when he finally opened the front door, keys clinking in his hand, it was like a breath of fresh air, a sigh of pure relief, to see you sat on the sofa. Smile warm and welcoming like it always was when you looked at him, but there was a different gleam in your eye that had your husband raising his eyebrows.

The front door shut behind him with a soft click, and he walked towards you. Leaning down to press a kiss into your hair.

"What's that look for?" he asked playfully, smile tugging at the corner of his lips, so happy to be back home.

"Gotta tell you something," you simply hummed, cheeks round with glee so apparent it warmed Frank's heart. Despite that, part of him still felt worried at the insinutation of news. Knowing him and his tendency to worry, you just placed your hand over his reassuringly. "It's something good."

Your husband visibly relaxed after that, set his bag down on the floor, and then plopped down on the sofa next to you.

"What is it, honey?" he said, eyes on you attentively, hands intertwined with yours in your lap.

"I've got something to give you."

He nods in response.

"But you gotta close your eyes first."

He raises his eyebrows in question, but when you urge him with that look on your face, he quickly obliges.

It's a couple of seconds before he feels you shift, pull something out of your pocket, and slip it unto his wrist.

"Okay. You can open your eyes now, baby."

When he does, he sees a bracelet. Colourful plastic beads arranged in no particular order, the end tied off with a surgeon's knot he had taught you how to do when you first started this bracelet-making hobby. In the middle, laying flat on his wrist, five white beads with five letters etched into them in black, spelling out the word, 'Daddy'.

It doesn't register at first. He's staring down at the bracelet with a bit of a clueless smile. Until the word repeats over and over again in his brain, and you're staring at him with an intensity that tells him this means something more than a few, slightly ugly, though he'd never admit it, beads.

And then it hits him, and his heart beat quickens, hammers in his chest so fast he's sure he's about to faint. His mouth drops open, and he's looking up to you in silent question, till you nod in response, brows furrowed and tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you nod. Yes, yes, you are pregnant.

Frank doesn't know what to do. He's so full of excitement, but part of him is scared. He can't believe that after a year of marriage to the most perfect woman, he's going to have a baby with the one person in the world who he knows would be an amazing mother.

He takes your face in his hands, a tear escaping and sliding down his cheek. A smile threatening to tear apart his face from the pure happiness bubbling up in his chest.

"Really?" he finally says, breaking the silence that was previously full of sniffling and escaped laughs.

"Yes, Frank. We're having a baby." you cry, pressing kisses into the palms of his hands. "Are you happy?"

"Happy?" he repeats, "Baby, I am ecstatic."

And that's all you need to hear to finally relax. You knew your husband would love to have a child. You had, of course, spoken about it before. But it was normal to have doubts, to be a little scared, even when you knew your man inside out and knew that he wouldn't leave. You loved him so much, and he loved you, and you were so excited for the start of a new chapter together. One that made your family of three, including your cat, Benny (not short for Benzos) into a family of four.

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a/n: part two coming out soon! i'm so excited for this little series! let me know if you have any ideas/requests.

[sturstead]

the pitt ooc spoilers

[sunbleachedsoulsss]

Finished drawing my goat

[alliecathayes]

imagine being dr baran al hashimi, and it's your first day at a new place of work taking over for the new attending, and you walk into this. the current attending is having suicidal destructive thoughts and making it everyone's problem, two of the residents are fighting about one of them stealing drugs from the hospital and having to go to REHAB, another resident getting YELLED AT in front of everyone by said crash out, the only person excercising mental health is mainly on the NIGHT SHIFT SO NO HELP TO YOU, no internet, diverted trauma patients from two hospital, ICE FUCKING SHOWS UP, a nurse assaulted, an abandoned BABY, and it's literally, your first. damn. day.

[divorcedfranklangdon]

I love how Robby says "we're a safety net, and nets have holes" but then the entire episode is a love letter to nurses and how they keep patients from falling through the cracks. Dana immediately goes and interferes to make sure that Gus is admitted to the hospital. Perlah has the most emotional response to Louie's death, and it's the nurses who are all mourning his loss together. When Roxie is struggling with her bedpan and humiliated, Princess kindly reminds her that that's what she's here for. Dana and Emma take care of Louie's body and Dana tells Emma's that it's the last thing they can do for patients. When Joy asks Robby how Kim "already knows all that" he responds that "she just does" because she's an experienced nurse who knows what she's doing. They can't get an ASL translator so Princess tries her best with her less than perfect ASL just so a patient can know they haven't forgotten her. Donnie is taking time to teach the med students how to suture because he's better at it than the guy who's been a doctor for a week. Jesse immediately goes and gets Gus a drink because he's starving and holds the drink and straw for him. Princess comforts and holds the panicked sister of a patient as she worries about "what's wrong with him". And then, at the end, Emma holds Louie's hand because there's no one else there to hold it

[the-silliest46290]

How it feels to genuinely enjoy the Pitt and not get caught up on every little bad thing a character has done because they’re all complex human beings and none of them are truly evil like everyone in this fandom seems to think

[coffeenonsense]

Holding a human heart in your hands while looking your mom dead in the eye. Filming ICE & running off to post on your tiktok with thousands of followers so people see them arresting a fucking ER nurse. Comforting a family through the death of a loved one. fuck yeah javadi belongs in the ER

[sunbleachedsoulsss]

Drawing my goat

[darkisms]

crazy how my happiness is dependent upon whether a man named oscar piastri gets to drive really fast on a loop in his stupid little car or not

[renndistanz]

"stress is very bad for you ☝️ and you're gonna die sooner if you have a lot of stress ☝️ so i'm gonna be 250 years old"

[renndistanz]

"you need to sleep, max!" "yes but i Also need to go faster ☝️"

[battlecrazed-axe-mage]

So we're all gonna let the new Harry Potter show die on the vine, right? No hatewatching. No thinkpieces. No videos about how bad it is. Deprive it of oxygen and let it wither away unremarked-upon and unprofitable; make HBO lose their entire investment and prove to the corporate entertainment sphere that the entire IP is poison. And spend that time doing something that brings you joy instead.

[joy-and-whimsy-official]

Official joy and whimsy post

[freeshavacado]

you can only reblog this today