#er tv series

[patientlibrarian]

🤣🤣🤣

[philcoulson-redtapeninja]

[emmanelson]

JOHN CARTER and ABBY LOCKHART in ER S09 E03 "Insurrection" (October 10, 2002).

"I got stabbed. Lucy got killed. And today, Abby and Chen get a gun to their head. I'm sorry. No. It's got to stop." / "Nice work, Dr. Carter."

[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

can you please write #25 off your winter prompts with john carter? thank you for writing for him 🫶

A/N: In my head this takes anywhere pre-season 8. First ER fic! I am super stoked about it. Because ER is so old and such a small fandom I really don't expect this one to get any traction. It was more for me than anything else. HOWEVER, if anyone has any other requests for ER for John or anyone else, I'd be happy to do them

Word Count: 928

Warnings: None

To  say you were fed up would be an understatement. All day Romano had been on your case about “not pulling your weight” - which had been followed by an off handed remark about your weight. 

The asshole. 

Now you were going to end your year how it started - alone and annoyed. 

Romano had asked you to restock supplies for the suture trays, and with your luck, you’d managed to get yourself locked into the old supply closet. 

It had been at least forty minutes and no one had found you. You could hear the faint thumping of the music that Jerry had proudly curated. You’d long given up calling for help - no one could hear you with the music playing loudly in the background. 

You sat on the floor, your back resting against the supply rack. You looked up at the ceiling, absentmindedly thinking about all the ways your New Year’s Eve could have gone. 

The faint click of the door had your full attention. Your eyes widening, you watched as Carter searched the room until his eyes landed on you on the floor. 

“Hey, we’ve been looking all over for-” 

“The door, Carter!” You yelled, leaping at him. It was too late, in concern he’d stepped towards you, the door slamming behind him. 

“What the-” he started, turning to try and open the door. 

You let out a sigh, sliding back down onto the floor. 

“I’ve been locked in here for nearly an hour,” you groaned, dropping your head in your hands. 

“Ah,” he simply said. 

“That’s all you have to say?” 

“Just about,” he let out a laugh, sliding down to sit next to you. “It’s kind of nice though, isn’t it? The quiet I mean.” 

You turned your head to look at him. He was smiling at you in that boyish way that made your heart race. 

“I’d appreciate it more if it wasn’t nearly midnight,” you mumbled. 

“Oh, had a big date did you?” He teased, his shoulder knocking against yours. 

You found yourself smiling despite yourself. “I’ll have you know, Mr. Jameson just proposed to me.” 

“Right, you and seventy-five year old Mr. Jameson are going to make such a lovely couple.” Carter rolled his eyes, a wide grin spread across his face. 

“Green is an ugly color on you, Carter,” you let out a laugh. 

John let out a breathy laugh, his smiler growing smaller as he turned his attention to the floor. He glanced at his watch. 

“What time is it?” 

“Uh,” Carter spared another glance at his watch, “ten til midnight.” 

You gave him a silent nod in reply. You felt yourself growing anxious. You weren’t sure why, you never felt more at ease than when you were with John. He had that way about him. Easy going and comforting. Everything with him just felt…natural. 

“Did you-” John’s voice cracked. 

You turned to look at him, eyebrows knitting together. 

“Did you have plans tonight?” He asked. 

“No,” you paused, “I thought I’d just drag through my shift like normal. I didn’t expect Romano to inadvertently get me stuck in a storage closet.” 

John’s eyes studied you. You wanted so badly to squirm under his gaze, but you held your ground. 

“Did you?” 

John let out a laugh, “No, just uh. I mean, Gamma tried to get me to do a charity fundraiser, but I’d rather be here honestly.” 

“Really, Carter? You’d rather be locked in a storage closet with me?” You let out a bubbly laugh. 

“Yeah, actually. I would.” 

Your laughing slowly died out as you looked at him. Carter’s smile only grew at your reaction. 

“John, you can’t mean that,” you said softly. 

“I think I’ll be the judge of that,” he smiled down at you. 

You held each other’s gaze. It was quiet now, the thrumming of the music was only faint to you know. 

Your heart hammering against your chest, you felt your breath catch in your throat. 

Shouting in the hallways caused you to jump. The countdown had started. 

“What do you say?” Carter was already closing the distance between you both, his nose gently brushing against your own. 

You could hear cheers down the hall. With a smile and your heart in your throat, you closed the distance between you. 

John reached out to cup your cheek pulling you close. Kissing John Carter was gentle and warm. Comforting and all consuming. 

“There you both - oh!” 

You and John broke apart to see Susan trying to bite down her grin. 

“Uh, Romano is looking for you,” She smiled down at you. “Carter, Weaver’s looking for you.” 

“Right,” he said breathlessly. 

Susan held the door open for you both, she mouthed a silent sorry to you before walking back down the hallway. 

“Well, uh,” John swallowed. 

Pulling him down by his tie, you gave him another kiss. John let out a small sigh before you pulled away. 

“Find me after your shift?” You whispered against his lips. 

“God, yes,” he replied, his cheeks slightly red.

You let out a small breathy laugh. “Happy New Year’s, John.” 

John smiled broadly at you, that boyish teasing look back on his face, “Happy New Year’s”

“Alright, people fun is over! Time is money! Get back to work. It’s a wonder how this place manages to run at all!” 

You rolled your eyes at Romano’s shouting. You spared John one more look before you grabbed your suture supplies and headed towards Romano’s shouting. A smile spread clear across your face, the ghost of John’s kiss still pressed against your lips.

[patientlibrarian]

😘😘😘

luka kovač + season seven appreciation

[ineffablecabbage]

Happy 30th anniversary to ER! You ruined me for other medical dramas, baby!

And happy anniversary to the existence of the character who deserved better every single episode. ;) This is for my "Happiness" Square on my Taylor Swift Bingo. Because the show was determined to never give him any.

[midg3lenny]

Mark and Susan | E.R. S1E10

[candiestofqueens]

Blizzard was such a good episode!

- The fun they were all having at the start and the transition to getting everything together? Ahhhhh

-the cast prank

-continuously playing music over the speakers

-Lydia getting blood splattered on her and not flinching

- Mookie helping out in the surgery

-The new surgeon coming in and everyone immediately accepting her presence

-Haleh singing to the child

-Bob making a split decision to operate

And my favourite

- Linda seeing the annoying temp struggling and she just picks up a phone and begins working, and even orders pizza

[what-thisiscrazzzy]

HOUSE MD CAST MEMBER SPOTTED

Edit:

[korkandisabledcharacters]

Today’s disabled character is “Dr. Kerry Weaver” is a fictional medical doctor from the television series “ER”.Kerry is always seen using a forearm crutch to walk initially the reason for the limp was not relieved but later it was relieved that she was born with a condition named congenital Hip dysplasia.

For further information https://er.fandom.com/wiki/Kerry_Weaver

Character played by Laura Innes

[patientlibrarian]

😘😘😘

luka kovač in episode 07x14 “a walk in the woods”

[dragonfly-murmurs]

I've been watching ER and I've been confronting a heritage of pain that I inherited the moment I realized I am queer.

For most of Season 1, the AIDS patients were not visibly queer. They contracted AIDS in practically every other conceivable way--until the season finale.

My mother and I have been predicting the diagnoses when we first see a patient.

I saw a pink triangle on a T-shirt that read "Silence = Death" and I said "AIDS."

"How do you know?" my mother asked.

How do I know? When did I come to instantly recognize symbols of my own kind, born out of suffering and death? Is this knowing innate?

For me, learning to understand who I am walks hand-in-hand with learning of the shared legacy of oppression and uprising and sickness and death and sorrow and joy.

I know what AZT is.

I know the symptoms. I know the signs.

I know why the quilt was made.

I know that, in a hospital drama TV show from the 90s, a pink triangle on a T-shirt is a mark of hopelessness and certain death.

I know that the one wearing the triangle will not have a happy ending. His death is not shown on-screen, but it is known and understood what has happened to him. It doesn't need to be spoken. It is certain.

When his implied partner said he doesn't have power of attorney, "his mother does," I winced, because I know stories from before marriage was an option in this country.

I was pleasantly surprised to see a mother who still loved her son and who wanted what was best for everyone involved.

I was pleasantly surprised to see a queer partnership be understood, accepted, unquestioned.

I was pleasantly surprised to see his implied death be treated with dignity.

I was pleasantly surprised to watch the bare minimum of respect.

This episode was clearly created to help conservative people confront their prejudices, and yet I was made to confront my assumptions that anyone visibly queer would be treated terribly by even a fictionalized society. Assumptions built upon years of seeing those stories play out, of watching people humiliated and dying and in pain.

We need to understand our heritage. In knowing we are queer, we have inherited so many lifetimes of suffering.

But there can still be hope. joy. love. understanding. quiet moments of dignity.

We deserve that.

[patientlibrarian]

Wednesday January 1 2025:

First the definition of GORGEOUS!

I can never have enough of this pic!

😘😘😘

Hello everyone, everywhere, hope your future days go as you would wish them to.

One nice thing I treated myself to recently was a special personal printed calendar with Goran pics. So that'll be something nice to look at during the year.

Given that we can no longer instantly believe anything we see or read, I hope the following proves to be true:

And to remind us that it continues to be remembered:

👑👑👑

And now for something REALLY lovely

The X Files 9-19 The Truth (2002)

Ooooh it was wonderful to see them back together and I have no words to describe how much I love this scene.

💦💦💦

AND: that other couple we can't get enough of.

🤩🤩🤩

So there is something nice in the world, at least for us.

[mcints]

I would give my left foot for people to still be obsessed witn ER, it’s the original greys anatomy! Like respect your elders!

[chasingstardustandmoonbeams]

could you maybe do winter prompt 8 with john carter? maybe not eating the dough (maybe the reader could sneak a few bites before he gets Concerned), but just general, playful fighting with the ingredients (e.g. flour, since it's such a messy pain in the-) and the like?

i'll thank you a thousand times over if it's possible !!!

Sorry this took a bit longer than I had intended. I hope you still enjoy it! Here’s to hoping more people watch The Pitt and then start watching ER! I’m always here if you have another John request 💕

Word Count: 836

———————————

You never claimed to be a patient person. In fact the concept of delayed gratification was practically null and void to you. Why wait when you could have it now and enjoy it just the same?

This of course was the only thought in your brain as you zeroed in on the cookie dough. John was busy trying to measure the flour for the next batch to pay you too much attention. Leaning against the counter you looked down at the freshly mixed bowel in front of you. It called to you like a siren of sugar. 

Grabbing a nearby spoon, you scooped up a bit of the dough before eating it. Closing your eyes you savored the taste. John was a lot of things, but expert baker was not something you would have pinned him down for. But oh, did he know what he was doing. 

“I know I did not just see you eat some of the raw cookie dough.” 

You turned wide eyed to John. He was trying his hardest to give you a stern look, but he was failing miserably. His arms crossed over his chest and a dish rag hanging from his shoulder, he tried his best to give you a disappointed look, but the smile tugging on the corner of his mouth told a different story. 

“And what if you did?” You prodded, a wide grin plastering across your face. 

John couldn’t fight the smile on his face any more. He rolled his eyes at you, placing the cup of flour on the counter. He leaned closer to you now, readjusting his sweater sleeves to sit more comfortably above his elbows. 

“You know better than to eat raw cookie dough,” he sighed before a laugh escaped him. His brown eyes were trained only on you now. Warm and playful, the quintessential John Carter.  

“Yeah, but it looked so good, John, I couldn’t help myself,” you reasoned, “Besides how was I supposed to know you were such a good- no - great baker?” 

John’s face flushed at your words, “Don’t try and sweet talk your way out of this.” He stood tall in front of you, swallowing a bit to steady his nerves. 

“Me? Sweet talk? John Carter, I would never. I speak only the truth.” You enjoyed watching the blush creep up his neck as you leaned closer towards him. 

“Oh, you do, do you?” He was grinning at you now. He raised his eyebrows at you, challenging you. 

“Mhmm,” you replied. Your smile only growing more broad. “Your hands aren’t just good for saving lives.” 

John let out a laugh at that, shaking his head at you as he looked down at the floor. 

“Really, you have a whole other career opportunity waiting for you. Maybe then you’ll let me enjoy a few harmless spoonfuls of cookie dough.” 

“You’re something else, you know that?” He let out another low laugh. 

 “John?” You whispered, leaning in closer towards him. 

“Yeah?” He asked, his face drawing closer to yours. 

“I loaf you,” you breathed out before dropping the cup of flour over his head. You blinked as the flour rained down on you, but you recovered quickly letting out a laugh. Grabbing the bowl of dough and running. 

“Hey!” John yelled after you, chasing you around the kitchen into the living room. 

John caught you by your waist, both of you managing to lose your footing in the process and tumbling gracelessly on the floor. 

The bowl tumbled to the floor, the dough still clinging to the side of the bowl. John was sprawled on the floor next to you, his face and hair covered in flour. 

“Did you just say you loaf me?” He laughed breathlessly. 

“Yes, I do. I loaf you John,” you laughed, “You really know how to whisk me off my feet.” 

“Oh God, that was worse,” he let another laugh. 

“You loaf it,” you smirked back at him, savoring John’s carefree attitude.  The week had been so hard on him at County, you were just happy to see the smile return to his face.

“I do, I loaf it,” he hummed, his face inches from yours, “But I love you more.” 

It was your turn to feel flush now, John’s nose nudging against yours before he kissed you. It was slow and soft. As if John wanted to truly relish in the moment. 

As John pulled away, you let out a sigh, “You’re lucky I love you to get all that flour all over me,” you teased. 

“Oh, you? You’re worried about the flour?” He laughed lowly. “Gee, I wonder whose fault that is.” John rubbed his cheek against yours smearing flour across your face. 

“John!” you squeaked out between laughter. 

John held you by the waist on the floor as he climbed on top of you. He shook out his hair raining flour down on top of you. 

There lying helpless on the floor you cemented that there was nowhere on Earth you would rather be.

[doyouknowthisjewishcharacter]

Do you know this Jewish character?