#novans

[lostlamblizzie]

me when I'm in an "impossibly Fond of the trainee I have to look after in a way that feels a lot deeper than normal mentor/mentee" competition and these three motherfuckers show up

[bunnys-cove]

Emma Nolan is not Hispanic, she’s a francophone.

Her actress, Laëtitia (Leh-tea-see-a) Hollard is a from Guadeloupe and identifies as Afro-Caribbean. Guadeloupe is a French creole speaking country in the Lesser Antilles islands of the Caribbean.

When Emma is speaking french with Princess in episode 1 it’s not because Emma took French throughout high school and college, it’s because that’s the language she speaks at home with her family. Laëtitia has said in interviews that her background of growing up Caribbean in Wisconsin deeply influences the story we get with Emma Nolan.

So please let’s do some research before people just go erasing a Black Caribbean woman’s Creole identity when y’all write her.

I’m from Saint Lucia myself, and being an Afro-Caribbean Creole woman as well I feel very protective of her identity in this fandom.

I know many have never even heard of Black Francophones or Creole people in the Caribbean outside of Haiti but trust me there’s a lot of us, you just have to look.

We can have the discussion about whether or not people consider Francophones Latinas another day

**sorry for any grammatical errors**

[callsignmav]

Now or never, hon.

―꒰ ✉︎ ꒱: @mehoymalloy | @juliexdit

[thepittmemes]

Age Gap Yuri

[homicidal-psycho-jungle-cat]

nightly ritual

[definitely-not-mothman]

{-I'll Believe In Anything-} The Pitt Texts

✨{~Master list~}✨

"Sick" A Really Shitty Halloween I Smell A Bet, Bless This Mess Could You Do Me A Favor? I've Got You Mistakes Were Made There Are No Secrets Here I Didn't Mean It! Who Else Knows?? Daddy Abbot Where Is Huckleberry? Operation Save Huckleberry Get Your Shit Together Homosexual Hockey Players I Need Sunshine Welcome To Nights! The Girls and The Gay Our Favorite Twink Game Night Night One I'm Worried About You We Need To Do Something Sargent Doctor Abbot To The Rescue Coffee Monstrosities It Wasn't Supposed To Go Like This Hula-Hoop Forgiveness, Can You Imagine? Freedom Always... The Lesbians Are Winning

Wubby

How Did I Ever Get So Lucky? Come Over?

Trinity Being A Good Big Sister

Oops?

Date Night

Fix Your Gaydar

Staff Meetings and Timeouts

Let Me Take Care Of You

Fresh Air Could Do You Some Good

Is There Anyone In This Hospital That Isn’t Dating A Coworker?

Welcome Back Huckleberry

The L Word

Dennis…

I Will Find You

I Love You

Walking HR Nightmares

Park The Shark

Take A Hit

Maybe We Both Fucked Up

I Think We’re Done

Have You Popped The Question?

It’s Not Enough/Dennis Being A Good Little Brother

[littlepittie]

Dana has an old rocking chair on her porch and a little Emma that can't get to sleep.

Emma's fussy tonight and embarrassed of it, pressing her lips together to hide hiccuping little sobs, mortified that she woke mama up. Dana had to hold her close and coo shh, little one, shh, it's okay, you're okay, mama's not upset.... you're not bad, you're not in trouble... always allowed to wake me whenever you need me, until Emma had settled enough to stop her wounded wails into Dana's neck, babbles of broken, desperate sorry, mama, I didn' mean to, m'sorry sorry—'s.

the night air is cool and so Dana urges Emma out of bed, tender, a steadying arm wrapped around her little lamb's shoulders as she guides her to the porch. Dana sits back in her rocking chair with a groan, tugs still-sniffling Emma into her lap, a warm, soft bundle.

her heart aches at her girl's distress, but she starts by just rocking them back and forth, back and forth, a comforting rhythm. cicadas chirp, the night hums with gentle life. the kind of quiet that's not unbearable, that's quiet but not silent. just what an overwhelmed little girl needs.

don' mean t'need it, Emma whispers, after a while of quiet whimpers against Dana's neck, crocodile tears that won't stop dripping, wet and warm. Dana sighs soft, rubs over her back, knows what she means. doesn't mean to need all this. this kind of comfort and care, this kind of "extra" that Dana "shouldn't have to give." she's heard it all from a bigger Emma, when she's more articulate in her shame.

her poor, sweet girl. it's never been a bother to Dana, never too tall an ask. she loves taking care of her little one, loves the softness and safety it can bring to Emma. even loves all the broken, messy bits of a scared little inner child coming out, loves being able to take those parts and heal them, even if it's just the beginning. she certainly doesn't mind tears.

oh, my precious girl. you don't understand just how much I love you, huh? Dana murmurs, soft, adjusts Emma more comfortably in the cradle of her arms. you could add up all the stars in that sky up there and it wouldn't even come close to how much I love you. no matter how you feel, no matter if it gets hard, if you need a good cry or a good scream. okay? mama's baby, always. you're so sweet, and so good, and no part of you is ever, ever a bother. mama loves you very much.

Emma dissolves into tears again, broken and aching in the crook of Dana's neck, the scent of her fading perfume— gardenias and tuberose— a comfort in all this sadness that feels Too Big for her body, for how utterly small she feels. it's hard. it's just so, so hard. the desperately lonely little girl inside her just never went away. but it's soothed, soothed now, with the gentle rocking of the chair, Dana's soft voice, telling her she's loved. Dana's soft hands, petting and lulling her.

...s'okay?

oh, angel-girl, of course it's okay. shh, shh, shh... it's okay, it's okay now. you can cry, baby, just cry it all out, huh? you'll feel so much lighter, so much better... we can go back to bed whenever you're done even if it takes all night. there you go, shh, shh... it's okay... it's okay now..

[dykepitts]

dana evans and emma nolan (the pitt, 2026) | motherless lamb with dog (walter hunt, 1861-1941)

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