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remember you'll die // remember to live || [prints]
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Put your blorbo in this arsenic green dress from 1868

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The death of a conspicuously humble and compassionate pope at dawn of Easter Monday, after completing his Holy Week duties (prioritizing prisoners and children) and -- one can only presume -- rebuking a member of the church who has been making himself loathed and infamous by violating or ignoring the teachings of the gospels...
It's not the first time in the last few years that I've thought "medieval chroniclers would be going wild over this," but medieval chroniclers would really be going wild over this.
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thought about the women of the pitt and started sobbing

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Anyway if nothing else matters then I hope people remember that Pope Francis used his last public address to call for a ceasefire in Gaza and call Israel a terrorist state:
"I continue to receive very serious and painful news from Gaza. Unarmed civilians are subjected to bombings and shootings. It is terrorism."

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Snippet of a future kingdon fic I wrote in a fugue state while I was supposed to be writing something else (warning this is a whump snippet):
"Please, Robby, please, you have to find her!" Frank begged. He grabs Robby's arm ignoring the blood he's smearing on the other. "You have to, please."
"Frank," Robby's voice is soft, a deep soothing lull that he'd heard used on countless patients. "We're gonna find Mel, I promise, but I need you to breathe and let us work."
"You don't understand, Robby, you don't understand." Frank presses his free hand into his eye. Princess tries to drag it away.
Frank drops his head back on the bed. Tears drip down his face. Sobs wrack his frame, and he desperately wants to curl up into a ball only no one will let him. He shakes his head refusing to listen to Robby and his platitudes.
It's his fault. It's all his fault. If he'd just been driving. If he'd been the one to take the hit, then Mel...
"Help me understand, Frank." Robby tries to gently pry Frank's hand from his arm. Frank knows he's just trying to do his job, just trying to treat the patient, Frank, but every second Robby wastes on him is another second he isn't finding Mel.
"She's, she's," Frank breaks.
His head and back are killing him. Princess is reading off his vitals. Collins is rushing through the door asking questions, jumping in to finish what Frank had stopped. Robby is turning towards her arguing. Everything hurts, and he doesn't know where Mel is.
"Robby, please!" He begs trying to tighten his grip on Robby’s arm, but it's too tacky with blood. His blood, his brain distantly reminds him. "You have to make sure they're okay."
Robby turns back to him, frustration written in the lines of his face. It's clear he wants to get to the medicine, to save Frank's life rather than decipher his messy sentences. Frank almost laughs, but another sob comes out of his mouth instead.
"Who's they Frank? What do they have to do with Mel?" Collins asks instead. She meets Robby's exasperated stare over Frank's head. He thinks he's missed part of the conversation.
"Mel, you have to find Mel." Frank says turning his eyes up towards the ceiling of Trauma One. Funny, he'd never noticed how weird the tiles up there looked.
"Who's they Frank? Who's they? What do they have to do with Mel?" Robby's head blocks out his view.
Mel...
The last vestiges of his strength flare within him.
"She's pregnant. The accident, she's, Robby please. Please."
Frank's eyelids feel so heavy.
"Frank, I need you to stay awake for me. Frank!"
#the pitt#kingdon#melfrank#langdonmel#mel x frank#should be writing chapter 2 of going going gone but here i am starting another wip#vaguely inspired by the fact that i saw a pregnant mel fic tho I haven't read it yet still got brainworms from it#i was compelled by a premise then combined it with my ever present need to kick a man while hes down (frank) and here we are#mel king#frank langdon
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i think it is important to recognize the ways in which your favorite thing sucks. i think it keeps u normal
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Inspired by that gorgeous Chauvet bear cave painting and also Djungelskog
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odysseus absolutely does present a threat to penelope if he perceives her as at all unfaithful, and i feel the unfairness of this, and i think people tend to undersell how much tension at least potentially exists between odysseus and penelope. but i'm also like. his reaction, all speculation aside, his actual reaction in the odyssey to her flirting with the suitors is delight, because he immediately ascertains that she is running a con. sorry that they're so in-sync in spite of the forces that try to drive a wedge between them, including their own misgiving hearts. sorry that they invented homophrosyne ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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laptop overheating?? pour water on it to cool it down!
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museum date ending in a bookstore me and who and when
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