If you have Ghost

she/they 27, 🇭🇺🔞, occasional writer, making gifs for fun • main fandoms: Conclave⛪️•Ghost🎶 • Law&Order⚖️ • MDZS🪭 • Star trek💫 • It🎈 wish I could list all my blorbos here but yknow I keep rotating them in my adhd brain~

[thirteenis-myluckynumber]

Ben Stone outfits every episode - Masterlist

Since I'm doing a separate gifset for each of the 88 episodes he was in, I figured I'll pin this to my blog and update it regularly. This way you can easily find the episodes you want, if you miss a post!

Season 1

episode 01

episode 02

episode 03

[measlyscrapofseafood]

day one of having a fandom mutual: you like The Character too? no way!

day three hundred of having a fandom mutual: The Character probably gets vivisected recreationally. no doubt

[scribeherself]

having a best friend who meets your level of freak is unmatched. you present them with the most unhinged, deeply buried thought from the depths of your psyche and instead of blinking blankly they just go "oh absolutely"—and I think that mutual brain rot like that is the highest form of intimacy actually.

[thirteenis-myluckynumber]

@romula96

[runraerun]

This but make it domestic Spirk:

[eldar-of-zemlya]

Maaan, this Ernest Chiriacka illustration has been in my K/S inspiration folder for over a year now!! Thank you for making this post—this was the push I needed to finally make it happen xD

✨ Full size on AO3 ✨

[unamccormack]

Friends you know what’s needed

[paigepie213]

First Date Ask Blurb - Dr. Robby x Female Reader

Request - Thoughts on how Robby would initially ask reader out for their first date? Maybe r works at PTMC but in another department, so Robby has to catch her when she gets called down to the Pitt?

fun little blurb to write 🫶

Masterlist

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The first time Dr. Michael Robinavich learned your name, he didn’t smile.

He looked at your badge while you maneuvered a portable scanner into Trauma Two and said, “Radiology sent me their best today?”

You looked up from your machine. “I don’t know about their best, but I was the only one not hiding in the break room.”

One of the residents nearly choked. Robby’s mouth twitched. It wasn’t quite a smile, but it was close.

“Fair enough,” he said.

That had been six months ago. Since then, you’d seen enough of him to know that everyone in the hospital had him wrong. Was he intimidating? Absolutely. Could he cut through a trauma room with one look and make an intern rethink every decision they’d made in their life? Also yes.

But he wasn’t cruel. He wasn’t cold. He was guarded. There was a difference.

You saw it in the way he pulled blankets over sleeping patients. The way he stayed with frightened families a few extra minutes. The way he always thanked you and every other tech that came through the Pitt, even when the department was drowning. There was a depth to him that most people missed.

You had started noticing it years ago. Unfortunately, somewhere along the way, you’d also started noticing his dark eyes, his broad shoulders, and the little streaks of gray appearing in his beard. That part was considerably less professional.

“You are staring again.”

You nearly dropped your container of hummus. Your friend and fellow radiology tech, Jen, grinned from across the cafeteria table.

“I am not.”

“You absolutely are.”

“I was people watching.”

“You were Dr. Robinavich watching.”

Heat crept into your cheeks.

“I don’t even know him.”

“You know enough to know he takes his coffee black and prefers blueberry muffins.”

You blinked.

“I hate that you know that.”

Jen snorted.

“I hate that you know that.”

You laughed despite yourself and scooped up another piece of pita. As if summoned by your embarrassment, the emergency department doors opened. Robby walked into the cafeteria. You immediately looked down. Jen gasped.

“Oh, my God. There he is.”

“I can see him.”

“He’s coming this way.”

“No, he isn’t.”

“He absolutely is.”

You looked up. Unfortunately, he was. He stopped at your table. You forgot how breathing worked.

“Afternoon.”

You and Jen both stared at him.

“Hi?” you finally managed.

His eyes dropped briefly to your lunch. A little smile tugged at his mouth.

“Hummus again.”

You blinked.

“I’m sorry?”

“You eat that a lot.”

Now it was your turn to stare.

“You know that?”

He looked faintly amused.

“We share a lunch break more often than you’d think.”

“Oh.”

Excellent response. Very articulate. Jen looked ready to pass out. Robby shifted his weight.

“We’ve got a trauma coming in. They’re probably going to need a scan.”

“I’ll head down.”

“Thanks.”

He gave you a small nod before walking away. The second he disappeared, Jen smacked your arm.

“He knows what you eat.”

“Please be quiet.”

“He knows your lunch schedule.”

“Please stop talking.”

“He likes you.”

You laughed.

“Dr. Michael Robinavich does not like me.”

Jen’s grin only widened.

“Sure.”

Three weeks later, you were standing in CT when your pager went off.

TRAUMA ALERT. ED REQUESTING RADIOLOGY.

You sighed. “So much for leaving on time.”

Twenty minutes later, you rolled your machine into the Pitt. Chaos. Absolute chaos. A multi-car pileup had the entire department running. Residents darted between rooms. Nurses shouted for supplies. And in the middle of it all stood Robby.

Calm. Focused. Completely in command. His eyes found yours immediately.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“I need scans on Bed Four and Bed Six.”

“You got it.”

You worked beside the emergency department for the next forty-five minutes. By the end of it, your feet hurt and your scrub top was sticking to your back. The last patient was finally wheeled upstairs. You packed your machine and headed toward the ambulance bay doors.

“Hey.”

You turned. Robby was jogging after you.

“You got a second?”

Your stomach did an embarrassing little flip.

“Sure.”

He stopped in front of you. For a moment, he looked oddly uncertain. It was so unlike him that you nearly smiled.

Then he said, “Do you like Mediterranean food?”

You blinked.

“What?”

He rubbed a hand over his beard.

“Mediterranean food.”

“Oh,” you huffed. “Yes?”

“That sounded uncertain.”

A laugh slipped out.

“No, I like Mediterranean food. I just wasn’t expecting a food survey.”

He nodded once.

“Fair.”

Silence settled between you.

Then he said, “I passed this new restaurant in Shadyside last week.”

“Okay.”

“They apparently have excellent hummus.”

You stared.

“Okay…”

He looked at you for another long second.

“You eat hummus three times a week.”

You laughed softly.

“You’ve really been keeping track.”

He looked almost embarrassed.

“Apparently.”

Something warm fluttered in your chest.

“You notice things.”

His eyes met yours.

“I do.”

The words hung between you. Then he cleared his throat.

“I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go with me.”

You frowned.

“To the restaurant?”

“That would generally be where dinner happens.”

You smiled.

“As colleagues?”

His eyebrows lifted.

“No.”

“As friends?”

A small huff of laughter escaped him.

“Also no.”

Your heart suddenly started beating much too fast.

“Then what exactly are you asking me, Dr. Robinavich?”

He looked at you for a long moment.

Then he said quietly, “A date.”

Silence. The ambulance bay suddenly seemed very, very quiet.

“You want to take me on a date?”

“I feel like I was pretty clear.”

You laughed nervously.

“I just… wasn’t expecting this.”

“That’s fair.”

“You’ve never…” You gestured vaguely toward him. “Done anything that suggested…”

He looked amused.

“That I was interested?”

You nodded. He considered that.

“I got you coffee that one time.”

“You did.”

“I remembered your favorite yogurt flavor.”

“You did.”

“I ask for you every time I need radiology.”

“You do.” A small smile appeared.

“I thought I was being fairly obvious.”

You laughed.

“No, you really weren’t.”

He looked genuinely offended.

“I’ve been flirting with you for months.”

That made you laugh even harder.

“You have not.”

“I absolutely have.”

“Oh, this is fascinating.”

A smile finally broke across his face. It changed him completely.

“So, now that we’ve established I’m apparently terrible at flirting…” He slipped his hands into his pockets. “Would you like to have dinner with me?”

You looked at him.nReally looked at him. The kind eyes. The guarded smile. The man everyone in this hospital thought was terrifying. And the man who had noticed your turquoise earrings, your favorite tea, and the fact that you ate hummus three times a week. You couldn’t stop smiling.

“I’d love to.”

For a brief second, relief flashed across his face. Then he smiled back.

“Good.”

“Good?”

“Very good.”

You laughed.

“I didn’t know you got nervous.”

“I don’t.”

“You absolutely do.”

He sighed.

“Fine. Maybe a little.”

You grinned.

“I kind of like that.”

His eyes softened.

“I kind of like that you said yes.”

Heat bloomed in your cheeks. Then he opened the ambulance bay door for you.

“I’ll pick you up Friday at seven.”

“You already assumed I’d say yes?”

A slow grin appeared.

“I was hopeful.”

You started walking away. Then you stopped.

“Robby?”

He looked up.

“Yeah?”

You smiled.

“I like that you noticed the hummus.”

Something changed in his expression. It softened completely.

And then, very quietly, he said, “I notice a lot of things about you.”

You stood there for another second, your heart somewhere near your throat. Then you smiled again and headed toward the elevators. By the time the doors closed, you were grinning like an idiot.

You never saw Dana Evans walk up beside Robby. She folded her arms and smirked.

“Took you long enough.”

Robby looked at her.

“You knew?”

Dana laughed.

“Michael, everyone knew.”

For the first time all night, the chief attending looked genuinely surprised. And somewhere upstairs in Radiology, so were you.

[laterkiss]

happy pride month 🏳️‍🌈

[sconesfortea]

RIP Anthony Stewart Head (1954 - 2026)

[delavegaaaaa]

“You can’t fix him” I don’t wanna fix him! I wanna FUCK him! I’m a pervert not a psychologist!

[teatimewithgiles]

Rest in Peace, Tony.

I'll always remember your smile.

Anthony Head (1954-2026)

[shamebats]

"it's just stress" oh thank god, it's just the silent killer that slowly kills you, perfectly harmless, no need to worry

[writingdose]

insane to me how, to some people, this is not a common sense

[sadbeautifultragique]

the fact that i’m not on a balcony in italy watching the sun set eating fresh fruit with my lover is offensive

[ceruleanheaven]

bad media will piss you off good media will heal your soul bad media that couldve been good will ruin your life forever

[jesse-is-spiralling]

[wtf-is-hockey]

God sometimes I'm writing smut and I'll like, delete a sentence because I'm like, no, I can't write that. It's too indulgent. And then it's like. Girl, what the fuck are you even going to the candy store for if you're just going to buy raisins. Get real.

[pseudospaceship]

"what the fuck are you even going to the candy store for if you're just going to buy raisins" is honestly the thing I needed to hear today

[whatisyourchildhoodtrauma]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER | 4.09 "Something Blue"

[nofckingfighting]