Atp I’m just sending you stuff I don’t have the balls to post on my own
Dennis who is an extremely competent, empathetic developing doctor. He works so hard, cares for his patients and never assumes he knows everything he could. All the nurses love him because he’s considerate, all the patients feel safe around him because he pours his heart into every case he gets. He’s mature and respectful but will stand up to authority when he thinks a decision is being made out of a patients best interest. Everyone loves having him in the ED and knows he’s already on his way to being a great doctor.
Dennis who also whines and tears up when his boyfriends give him a bedtime for the night, not wanting to fall asleep alone even though he needs to catch up for missed sleep. Dennis who holds his daddy’s hand whenever they’re in public, if Robby has to let go to do something he tells Dennis to “stay where I can see you, honey.” Dennis who hides his face in jacks chest during horror movies, and then pouts and moves to robbys lap when Jack asks if they should watch something that won’t make Dennis wet the bed from nightmares. Dennis, face red and fists clenched at his sides, made to stand in the corner for back talk during an argument (he swears they’re only doing this because he was winning). Dennis crying during a spanking. Dennis getting hugged and cooed at after, such a good boy, daddy and sir love you very much. Dennis kissing his boyfriends on his tiptoes and secretly loving having to do it.
One of Pittsburgh’s best and brightest up and coming doctors who has stomeone to steer him, to discipline him, to love him, and mold him into the best doctor he can be. And threaten him with no dessert if he stamps his foot one more time.
INJECT ITTTT BABE POST IT SO I CAN FOAM AT THE MOUTH OVER IT MERCY I love this type of dynamic call me a freak idc
You can't tell me that he doesn't have some bratty tendencies. He's so polite in public but the second they're home Jack and Robby are taking deep breaths while he whines about something so simple. Yes, Dennis, you have to shower after a 12 hour shift. No, you cannot order something off of DoorDash for the fifth time this week. Dennis, why is there a man on the front porch with a bag from McDonalds.
He absolutely was not winning the argument, he rarely does, but sometimes his mouth moves faster than his brain and that's when they push him into the corner. The first time Jack did it, he'd wrapped a hand around Dennis's wrist and dragged him to it, set a timer on his phone, and snapped out a "Don't even think about moving. Just be still for ten minutes."
And again, as I've said, it works. It's humiliating that ten minutes in the corner actually does calm him down and give his partners a second to breathe. It's ridiculous that he feels better after a spanking, something about feeling so safe while he's being punished, that he's still loved when he's bad, and knowing that he really is forgiven when it's done. That there was never any danger of not being loved throughout it.
Dennis doesn't even like horror movies but Jack does. And yeah, he'll wake up from a nightmare later that night and Jack will hold him until he falls back asleep. Robby always knows where he is in the ED because he's usually forgetting to do something like take a break or double booking his weekend plans.
Robby and Jack love him. They love him to pieces. Which is why they have to break him of some of these horrible, survivalist habits that he has. He was the youngest child!! They barely parented him and you can fucking tell!
"What did I say about the caffeine intake?" Robby sighs one night, Dennis perched over his knee, ass turning a lovely shade of pink.
"I didn't even go over my daily limit!"
"You wouldn't have to if you'd gone to bed like we'd told you to," Jack chastises from where he's watching leaning against the wall. "But no, someone had to stay up and watch videos for an extra hour."
Dennis mumbles something that earns him two quick swats on his sit spots. "It was just thirty minutes!"
"It was an hour and a half, Den. I could hear you laughing all the way out here."
"God forbid I get a dopamine hit before bed."
They implement a sticker reward chart and guess what? it fucking works. Dennis is nearly in tears when he doesn't get to add a sticker to the little boxes. When he fills out a row he gets an extra special treat of some kind. Usually a night of earth shattering sex. That's his favorite.
Something about it embarrasses him, especially when he's doing so well at work. Robby trusts him with more and more complex cases, Jack hears all about how well he did during hand off. But again, he wants the safety to be a brat, to be whiny, and still have someone there to love him anyway.
(I’m not writer) sylus has you tied up on the bed eating you out probably to your fourth orgasm. You’re close to tapping out bc you’re too sensitive, then you hear the front door opening and its zayne coming home from work. He walks to the bedroom where you and sylus are and you immediately start begging/pleading him to ‘save you’ and ‘ you cant take anymore ‘
Meanwhile sylus still has his tongue on you, zayne sits on the bed near your head, cradles your face, leans down to kiss you. He gets up and goes to stand behind sylus, tugging him up to stand, kissing him also, deep. Tells him he did a good job, sylus steps out of the way and lets zayne have you
jesus fucking christ.
babe...take the "not" out of there cause just this did something INSANE to me omg I genuinely can't even add anything cause I'm soooo obsessed with the picture you've painted.
This is actually the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. They are never going to leave my brain. Mermaid Pepper…….. mermaid Felix …………. They’re so in love ….. EEEEEEEEEEEEE
Young’s protocol banked on a naturally available plasticity in the growing body that would induce phenotypic changes during childhood growth. Yet sex was not given by plasticity—it had to be grown. If it was plastic, then there were no guarantees that the originally mixed character of an embryo or infant would inevitably reach a binary form. This instability was precisely what drew researchers to experiments on intersex bodies in the first place, for in displacing the gonadocentric paradigm they cast serious doubt on whether humans were really sexually dimorphic, even as medicine promised to capitalize on their plasticity to produce a binary. To resolve this instability, the plasticity of sex was coded in this clinical research as an abstracted form of whiteness, a latent capacity to be reformed and transformed into something new. That most of Young’s intersex patients were white indexes how the “abnormal” body of a child diagnosed with hermaphroditism could be made valuable through its plasticity, the promise of alteration and normalization through medical intervention. That the few black intersex children and families who spent time at the Institute were regarded by its staff as more “difficult,” combative, irrational, and ultimately disposable points to the racialization of plasticity in this era. Young saw an abstract sense of alterability in white children, while he projected a fungibility onto black children that has a genealogy in American medicine stretching back to slavery. As was the case more broadly at Hopkins, doctors like Young regarded black children as suitable experimental subjects because of presumed access and disposability, whereas white children who were subject to similar procedures were framed as exhibiting the potential for a normative cure or at least improved normality.
Jules Gill-Peterson, Histories of the Transgender Child
