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Relatable King

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er husbands

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I love your writing! It’s so so insanely good!

If you’re still taking requests: Robby/Abbot, being drunk or drunk flirting

thank you!!

It’s not often Jack sees Robby like this, flushed and loose-limbed, smiling at everyone and handsy with Jack, but the Christmas party drinks had been flowing and Robby worked the day shift and headed straight there after, so at this point he’s probably running on fumes and booze and half a protein bar, and the booze is winning out.

He’s well on his way to being wasted, and Jack realises, as he steers the two of them out of the bar towards where they need to meet their Uber soon, that he’s pretty well on the way himself.

Robby’s got one hand curved around Jack’s shoulder, half holding onto him, half just holding him, and he leans in close to whisper into Jack’s ear, loudly, with a groan, “I would kill for a fuckin’ cigarette.”

“You, uh, want one, Doctor Robby?” says a voice from behind them, and they both stumble a little as they swing around as one to see Whitaker, standing under a streetlamp holding out a pack to them, Santos next to him with a vape in hand and a smirk on her face.

They’re too damn old to be accepting a pity cigarette from a med student — Jack fumbles twice trying to get it lit, fucking steady hands deserting him — and sharing it between them, around the corner and out of sight now like they’re kids themselves again, trying not to get caught; but Robby says, “Ah, ah,” and holds it out to him so Jack has to lean forward to take a drag instead of holding it himself, the filter damp from Robby’s mouth, his lips brushing Robby’s fingers as he inhales, and Jack can’t wait to get this drunk asshole home and into bed.

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Band of Brothers: Captain Lewis Nixon & Major Richard "Dick" Winters The Pitt: Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch & Dr. Jack Abbot

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part of the crew getting together to watch a game of whatever (really just an excuse to get shit faced together) Dana, Jack, Robby, McKay, Mateo, Jesse…

everyone is in deep drunk conversation about an unimportant topic, munching on the cold left over pizza and finishing the last few beer bottles from Jack’s fridge

it’s a rare occurrence when they get together like this but it’s nice when they do, feels like they’re an actual family who share something more than workplace trauma

everyone’s attention is pulled away when a beer bottle smashes on the ground

Robby has Jack pressed to the kitchen counter and they’re making out lazily, in full view of absolutely everyone

the bottle Jack had a loose grip on now broken on the floor, and Robby is only wearing socks, which is a thought for later because at that moment everyone is just sort of gaping like fishes out of water at the two men, who are so drunk they forgot they are, in fact, not alone and not out to any of their coworkers (except Dana)

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I think the thing I love most about Jack Abbot, is that while watching, I kept expecting him to be some kind of smart ass or jerk to everyone.

But he was genuinely just a kind, big-hearted man. No sarcastic remarks when any meds school students or residents had questions. And he was super supportive of everyone.

He is just sassy with those who are sassy with him *cough* walsh *cough*

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For Samira Mohan, every patient is her father.

Her first patient of the day shift is Estelle. She takes her medical history, and she’s taking too long, she knows it. Robby will be hounding her to pick up the pace in a few hours. But in the back of her mind, she wonders briefly if her father’s doctors needed to hear he had a teenage daughter and wife at home. A family that loved and still loves him. Inject some humanity into that room, so they could see him as a person worth helping. Maybe bring out an immigrant sob story, if that’s what it took. It’s messed up, isn’t it? Doctors shouldn’t need to relate to their patients to care about them or to at least want to give the best care possible. It should come innately. And anyway, she wants Estelle to feel like she can trust her, so she can do her job without missing anything, unlike the doctors who failed her father.

The Good Samaritan, Sam comes in, and he’s unresponsive with an intraparenchymal bleed. Samira spends a lot of time talking to patients. When she can’t talk to them, it’s both better and worse. They can’t speak for themselves, so she has to do her best to make sure she doesn’t mess them up. And she’s good at this, she’s an excellent doctor, so she can do this. And also, here comes the thrill of medicine—she can use her knowledge and be quick on her feet—he’s stable. Hopefully, he will wake up.

Joyce St. Claire is painted as drug-seeking from the moment she is wheeled into the ER screaming and restrained. No one is advocating for her here. Samira needs to. And when Joyce’s wife Ondine comes in, she’s struck with a heavy reminder of why and who this is all for. Who she couldn’t do this for. Her parents’ love story was cut short. As much as she can, she is not going to be responsible for the end of her patient’s. And Robby’s pushing and pushing for the intubation, which Samira has done so many times that she can do it with her eyes closed, but her patient’s scared. Her patient’s scared, and why wouldn’t she be? What trust can she lend to a system that sees her as a number, a sub-human, a drug-seeker, someone whose pain isn’t worth rating, worth understanding? And it’s exactly this reason that she needs to be in this ER. So that these patients don’t roll in unnoticed without proper care. Until they’re just a number on the death list and pushed to the morgue.

Nandi isn’t crazy, and the desperation in her eyes reaches Samira, loud and clear. Her gut tells her the psych evaluation won’t help her patient. And Collins backs her up, which gives her just the right amount of confidence to trust herself. She will advocate for her patient and rule out everything else. And she’s right. Nandi isn’t crazy. Samira doesn’t have to leave the case by handing her off and hoping she’s doing well. She doesn’t know how other doctors do it, how those doctors did it. Hand the patient off when she hasn’t done right by them, not yet.

Her 12-year-old patient Jia Yi has already lost her mom, and she wants her dad around. Every step, even when it’s uncomfortable, she wants her dad in the room. Samira knows that feeling. Jia Yi isn’t far off from the age Samira was when she lost that choice. It’s bittersweet watching father and daughter be pillars for one another. Jia Yi’s dad expresses vulnerability, doubt in his ability to fill his wife’s shoes, and privately, Samira wonders if she should call her mom after her shift today.

She trusts her gut, listens to evidence-based medicine, and she’s quick on her feet with Vera, her stroke patient. With the patient who overdosed on MDMA, too, she listens to Santos. She listens to Langdon berate her. She’s not a senior resident like him, and the hierarchy is important, but talking like this? Robby interrupts before Langdon can say any more and before Samira can decide any further. She tells Santos she’s good at this because she needs to hear it, too.

She’s kind of on a roll here, and then she gets a patient presenting with abdominal pain, diarrhea, and vomiting. She and Whitaker get more of his history, and the story is clear to her. He’s experiencing opioid withdrawal symptoms. This time, hearing more about the patient, Ivan, and his life—it doesn’t build trust or connection. When he mentions his daughter and her wedding which he traveled from New York for, it grates directly on Samira’s deepest and yet, paradoxically, freshest wound. Addiction. The voice in her head tells her it’s not a choice, but goddamn, does it feel like one. As he denies his addiction to Robby based on his lifestyle, painfully, she thinks her father had all that once too: a family, a job, and paid his taxes. He sits there waiting, angry, denying Samira’s treatment plan, and she’s angry too. She has no patience to empathize with him, to apologize, to tell herself that admitting you need help is the hardest part. All she sees is a father who gets to show up for his daughter’s wedding. Her father barely got to see her be a teenager. He has been gone longer than she got to have him.

The MCI happens, and she has no time to reflect, to think. She needs to just act. She pushes away the sadness she feels about someone choosing to hurt others in this way. She needs to do her job. And she does. She drills a burr hole with an EZ-IO, and the patient’s still alive. She follows Abbot’s guidance with the pigtail catheter, and the patient’s still alive. Two wins on techniques only seen in individual case reports, and she can’t help but feel that medicine is amazing.

The night ends and the tragedy comes to a close. But the real trauma, the grief that sticks with you from this day on has only just started. Samira would know. The adrenaline coursing through her says she can keep going. Medicine is amazing, and this is where she thrives. And yet, even with all the advances in technology and science, those doctors couldn’t save her father. They had the skills at their disposal. She now has the skills at her disposal. Samira saved a lot of people today. She can’t save her father.

For Samira Mohan, every one and none of these patients is her father.

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kieran culkin in igby goes down (2002)

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Being kink positive makes it really hard to be a hater of media rip. I used to love watching “the WORST book I’ve read this year” booktube videos but now its like I hear them ask, “Who is this werewolf smut even for?” Omegaverse fans, next question. “Why would you write this?” Because they find it sexy, can we stop focusing on the ewie yucky kink part and focus on the fact that the author used the word knot five times in a single scene? It’s bad werewolf erotica, but it’s not bad because it’s werewolf erotica like come on

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John Oliver gets it, as usual. AI Slop is one of the best episodes of Last Week Tonight I've seen so far. Gen AI is theft. Those who use it are not authors or artists, they're grifters profiting from real creatives.

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don’t even get me started on girldads!rabbot because i will literally combust if i think about it for too long.

robby walking into the house after work to find jack covered in gaudy fake jewelry as he plays pretty pretty princess with the girls. robby laughing when jack wins and wears the tiara for the rest of the night.

robby taking them to the matinee showing of wicked three separate times in one week because they won’t stop loudly singing the songs while jack is upstairs trying to sleep. robby tearing up during defying gravity every time and then adamantly denying it later when they get home and the girls start telling jack, “we saw papa crying!!”

jack and robby teaching the girls how to ride their bikes, but only once they’ve both got on helmets, elbow pads, and knee pads. the neighbors think it’s overkill, but they’ve seen the damage that can be done from falling off of a bike, and they’re not about to mess around with safety when it comes to their two precious girls.

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Everyone: Please please please don't write your books in Google Docs. Frankly don't use Google Drive for personal stuff.

Their terms of service say they take down stuff like content related to terrorism and trafficking, but this Google Sheet was literally a list of movies I'd watched this year and books I'd read.

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rabbot hc that robby single-handedly fixes jack’s touch starvation because robby’s love language is physical touch and he can’t help but be physically affectionate every time he sees jack.

imagine a world where, after jack loses his wife, he starts touching people less and less. he doesn’t give hugs, stops asking for high fives, and the thought of letting someone into his bed again, of giving them access to the most personal parts of his body, makes him slightly nauseous. before he knows it, he hasn’t touched anyone other than a patient in months. he knows he’s touch starved, knows that his increased feelings of anxiety and loneliness in the recent weeks aren’t coincidental, but he doesn’t have the time or energy to remedy the problem. he knows he needs a change, though, so when his buddy sends him a job listing for a new night-shift attending at an er in pittsburgh, he applies and accepts the position without a second thought.

it’s at ptmc that jack is introduced to robby. robby’s a force of nature, a 6’2 dreamboat who moves around the ed with the confidence of a man who’s been in charge for a long time and wears the responsibility well. the first time jack meets the taller man, robby gives him a firm handshake, and jack feels the palm of his hand tingle. in the following weeks, jack becomes intimately aware of the different ways robby likes to show physical affection: a pat on jack’s shoulder when jack tells a stupid joke that makes robby belly laugh, a knock of his knee against jack’s under the table when gloria says something insane at a staff meeting, and even a hug on shift change when the schedule gets hectic and they haven’t seen each other for a few days.

it’s a subtle change, but over time jack’s anxiety levels start to fall. robby’s casual affection never wanes, and the touches become just another part of his day-to-day routine. he even finds himself initiating contact for the first time. they’re up on the roof after a long shift, both of them standing in companionable silence as they look out over the lights of the city, when jack finally has the courage to shift his back and press his arm again robby’s. he’s unsure of the move at first, but when robby releases a deep breath and leans heavier against jack’s side, jack can’t help but smile. jack feels lighter than he has in years, and he takes comfort knowing that, whatever happens, robby will always be there with an outstretched hand and a bear hug to help him through.

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rabbot au where robby and jack are lawyers that meet in the public defender’s office and leave to open a law firm together. the firm specializes in criminal defense, and people quickly take notice as they start racking up an impressive number of acquittals and sentence reductions.

robby as the head attorney who puts together the big-picture outline of their arguments for trial and spends a lot of time interacting with clients. he’s super hands-on, always wants to make sure clients understand their options, and loves waking up every day knowing that he’s making a real difference in people’s lives.

jack as an absolute cut-throat litigator who‘s super friendly at the firm, but turns into a shark as soon as he steps foot in the court room. he has no problem barking out objections when the other party oversteps, leaves no room for second guessing, and manages to impeach more witnesses on cross than any other attorney in the city.

(this got into my head a few days ago and refuses to leave. can you tell i’m about to take the bar next week? 🫣)

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One apple a day keeps the doctor away.

There’s a new art trend on twitter and I just had to participate with them. I think it originated from @triedkiss but feel free to correct me if I'm wrong :]