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I've been resource gathering for YEARS so now I am going to share my dragons hoard
Floorplanner. Design and furnish a house for you to use for having a consistent background in your comic or anything! Free, you need an account, easy to use, and you can save multiple houses.
Comparing Heights. Input the heights of characters to see what the different is between them. Great for keeping consistency. Free.
Magma. Draw online with friends in real time. Great for practice or hanging out. Free, paid plan available, account preferred.
Smithsonian Open Access. Loads of free images. Free.
SketchDaily. Lots of pose references, massive library, is set on a timer so you can practice quick figure drawing. Free.
SculptGL. A sculpting tool which I am yet to master, but you should be able to make whatever 3d object you like with it. free.
Pexels. Free stock images. And the search engine is actually pretty good at pulling up what you want.
Figurosity. Great pose references, diverse body types, lots of "how to draw" videos directly on the site, the models are 3d and you can rotate the angle, but you can't make custom poses or edit body proportions. Free, account option, paid plans available.
Line of Action. More drawing references, this one also has a focus on expressions, hands/feet, animals, landscapes. Free.
Animal Photo. You pose a 3d skull model and select an animal species, and they give you a bunch of photo references for that animal at that angle. Super handy. Free.
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Your robodoc fic got me thinking…..I feel like Baran would back away when Trinity is sarcastic at first. She’s not great at picking up on cues, there’s already a power imbalance between them, I think she’d freak out a bit that she crossed a line. The thing is, teasing and sarcasm is how trinity flirts…..
you are so right. HOWEVER i think there’s a flirty playful side to baran, which we see in her interactions with abbot and robby. i think baran is a very sensitive gal (☹️) but she knows how to hold her own in the sometimes very macho-macho environment of medicine.
i think teasing she can get along with, but she might struggle with how abrasive santos can be at times, before she learns to get used to it. (this is partially why i chose to have trinity constantly repressing her urge to snap in my fic, until it all came out <3)
i imagine baran casually saying something teasing/sarcastic about trinity, and then smirking shyly when trinity catches on that she’s being made fun of and gasps incredulously. (trinity’s secretly delighted that baran feels comfortable enough to make fun of her.) and then they kiss hehehe SQUEEE
Baran does find trinity's snark funny, she has to suppress a grin both during the charting topic and when she made fun of the Ai charting going down with the cyber shutdown.
Baran, on really fucking bad days where it feels like the world is coming to an end, goes to a bar and orders a drink. Sometimes its a glass of wine, others its a cocktail, and once it was whiskey. She never even takes a sip, she’s smarter than that. She just likes to have something that could ruin her life in her grasp on a terrible fucking day, and still have the self control not to indulge. She likes the reminder she still has control, at least somewhat, of her life, her mind, and her body.
One day, after a terrible shift, she goes to a local bar, gets herself a cocktail, something she’s never brought before, another drink in a long list that she will never taste to keep her seizures under control. She plays with the base of the glass and the napkin, turns the speared olives around in the glass. Her eyes drift to the crowd, and she’s about to abandon her drink and leave the bar entirely when pale skin and dark hair catches her eyes.
At the end of the bar, Trinity Santos sits, anxiously switching from looking at her phone to searching the bar. She has no drink.
Baran looks down at her cocktail glass again, the liquid probably room temperature and unpleasant by now. Still, would be a shame to waste it. She takes a deep breath, and walks over to Trinity Santos, a sweet “You look like you could use a drink,” falling from her lips before she could even think about the risks of what she’s doing.
Trknity looks up startled, shifts her eyes once more around the bar, before glancing down at her phone - several messages she sent have been left on read - before looking back up at Baran, her curly hair loose and in a casual tank top - God she looks so underdressed next to Trinity - and the drink in her hand. A smile stretches across her face, almost a smirk but not quite confident enough yet, and offers up the bar stool next to her, eagerly accepting the offered glass and taking a sip.
Baran flags down the bar tender, orders herself a regular pepsi, then leans against the bar, resting her head against her palm. She bites her bottom lip, a thrill rushing through her when Trinity watches the action, before she feels brave enough to graze her short fingernails against Trinity’s forearm, watching the goose bumps raise, humming, delighted.
“Whoever you were waiting for is certainly missing out.”
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HoH!Emery who gets sick and thinks she’s being very quiet while throwing up to make sure Samira gets a full night rest. Emery who’s feverish and making way more noise than she realized and only finds out after Samira flicks the lights on and off to alert her girlfriend to her presence in the bathroom
this is so good thank you!!! also tho i was really tired when i wrote this so i hope it’s still good and what you hoped for :)
Emery was going to throw up.
She knew it. The feeling engulfed her body, making her hot and cold and sick to her stomach. Normally, this wasn’t a problem. Sometimes, her stomach would get upset and she’d pop a Tums or on rare occasions, throw up. Then she felt better. It was great.
The issue with tonight in particular was that she was in her girlfriend’s bed. A place she normally loved had become a prison because moving would involve waking up her girlfriend.
And Samira rarely got enough sleep, so moving would be a dick move. She’d finally went to bed at a reasonable time and Emery refused to be the one to ruin her first full night of sleep in who knows when.
Her stomach did not care about this information. Her stomach was focused on expelling all of it’s contents. She swallowed hard against the saliva building up in the back of her throat and made a split second decision.
Move.
Be quiet and as slow as you can manage.
It will be fine. She is being so quiet. Samira won’t hear a thing.
After pulling herself out of bed she makes a beeline for the bathroom because this is happening now. The saliva is too much and the contents of her stomach crawl up her esophagus. She really would have preferred to make it to the toilet but she gags hard and barely makes it to the bathroom sink. Her arms shakily hold her up and she is sweaty and gross as she retches. She feels a strange desire in her chest to cry, or to wake Samira like a kid telling their mom they “frew up” in the middle of the night.
But she is an adult so she keeps to herself, even as she feels herself sinking, even as another gag sends her vomiting again.
The only thing she can be grateful for is that she’s being quiet. Sure, her hearing aids were still in the bedroom, but she can’t even hear her gags or the vomit splashing in the sink, so the sounds shouldn’t be audible through the bathroom door. It’s sound logic.
She’ll clean up the sink, try not to throw up again, and go to sleep. Samira doesn’t need to be the wiser unless she still feels bad in the morning. (Which she doubts she will, really.)
She’s thinking it through, confident, when acid starts crawling up her throat again and she finds herself leaning over the sink again, acid coasting through the back of her throat and falling off her lips.
(She wants her girlfriend. She doesn’t feel good.)
And then the lights flicker. The room is plunged into darkness and then immediately lights up again. And Samira is standing there looking at her with the saddest eyes possible.
“Hey.” she murmurs.
And because Emery is still trying so hard to figure out where Samira came from and why she was woken up when Emery was being quiet she responds with the only thing she can think of. “I threw up.”
Samira sighs in that sad way she does when Emery doesn’t take care of herself. “I can tell.” she articulates, because she’s perfect and knows it makes it easier for Emery to hear. “Not feeling great?”
Normally Emery would lie, but this is her girlfriend and she’s still caught in the whirlwind of “how did you know I was in here I was quiet,” so instead she just shakes her head.
And then guilt creeps into her mind and she kind of feels like crying because Samira wasn’t supposed to wake up. “I was being quiet.” she whispers.
A flicker of confusion takes over Samira’s face before she must realize what’s going on. She sadly shakes her head. “No, but that’s okay. I want to be here for you.”
Emery might genuinely cry because she had just wanted to do one thing right and she couldn’t even manage it. Samira must realize what’s going through her head because she opens her arms before she can think of what to say.
Emery could have spent hours in Samira’s arms, but she doesn’t because Samira is pushing her against the counter before she knows it. She angles herself so her lips are visible and even starts a few shaky sign symbols. “Honey. You were being pretty loud. Probably because you couldn’t hear yourself. It’s okay. I want to be awake for you. Tell me next time.”
And it’s all Emery can do to shakily nod. “Just my stomach.” she manages. “Just gets like that sometimes.”
Samira frowns like she doesn’t believe her before reaching out her hand to feel for fever. “Yeah, you’re feverish.” she clarifies. “Like burning up. I don’t like it.”
Emery sniffs because she literally had one job, but then she gags again and Samira is manhandling her to her knees in front of the toilet to throw up the remaining contents of her stomach.
“Oh, baby, you’re okay” she coos, as if saying the words enough will make it true.
And it might be from stress or emotions, but either way when she’s done she makes eye contact with Samira and lets tears sneak down her face.
“Oh, no, hey, hey what’s up?” she coos, desperate to take the tears away.
Emery must be feeling pretty bad because she opens up immediately. “Don’t feel good and, um, thought I was being quiet but turns out I just can’t hear and it’s,” she sniffs, “hard.”
Samira nods immediately. “That’s sounds rough.” She rubs Emery’s back because she’s perfect. “But next time, I really need you to let me know you’re not feeling good. Because right now you’re running a fever, throwing up, and crying. And I’d like to be there for you and fix those things. Okay?”
Emery nods, even though she looks like she doesn’t believe it.
Samira reaches down and lightly tugs Emery up. “I’ll clean the sink.” she whispers into Emery’s chest.
Emery could cry again because her girlfriend is so fucking nice and looking at her and signing and everything.
Samira continues to guide her to the bedroom and get her lying down before tucking her in with a few blankets and maybe even a kiss on the forehead.”
“Come on,” she murmurs, even though Emery probably can’t hear her. “Let’s get you to bed.”
Do other countries have an equivalent to the "god bless America" thing where it's always referencing something extremely stupid but the tone ranges from very fond/affectionate to satirical/angry.
I was going to use today as a way to come clean to my friends who've been reading my original fiction that all my recent work is heavily inspired by and resembles closely but is legally distinct from the dynamic between Mel and Frank and various other characters in Da Pitt. But now they'll never know. So there's that. Would have been interesting to hear people's take on Robby whose Not-Robby character I've been told is "off-putting" and "weird". And yet I would defend him with my life. Because he is fictional.
Anyway.
I fell into da pitt. you fell into da pitt. we all fell into da pieiiieaaaaittt
Oh god the eclampsia patient.
Steady hands during the drug test.
Oh Robby is the last person you should be asking to adopt a baby Dana and you know that.
There is something cleansing about a Hooah. Like not to steal any valor but I get it.
"It's a sign if I've ever seen one."
That is very impressive makeup with the pitting edema. I wonder how they did that.
I love youuu Javadi <3 I'm obsessed with her and Whitakers friendship. I need more. That's my official third wishlist item.
"Then why are you here?" If i told you how many doctors want to ask this question on a daily basis.
Duke hitting him with the "fuck you" when he was like "idk if i won't kill myself" love a grumpy old man.
Poor Jasper. Been watching him all day.
FIREWORKS SCENE AHHH
Hands shaking!!! Next to her!!!
I'm overstepping my bounds here but Patrick Ball I'm begging you to never get botox I love your facial movements idc what they say pleaaaase you're too good an actor to do that <3
Whhyyyy does he treat Mohan and Javadi differently. Why. I'm so. Ugh.
Mel got to go hang out with Frank and then immediately gets her little heart crushed under the heel of that stupid fucking lawsuit.
Hgb 7???? PLT 30?????? And she LIVED??????
TRIN YOU CAN BE NICE. YOU CAN BE SOFT. YOU CAN BE SWEET. DON'T ACT LIKE YOU DON'T GAF.
Postmortem c-section. Resuscitative hysterotomy.
These prosthetics are fucking insane.
And of course baby was breech.
Dana finally getting to yell at a cop made my day.
Honestly shocked he wanted to talk to Frank after all this.
I do love how comparatively quiet the surgical unit is upstairs. Night and day. That's how it be.
I love the detail that Whitaker has no cover art on any of his music. He's just got that shit ripped from the internet and stored on his phone lmao.
Oh Mohan.
Once again obsessed with Sepidah's acting.
Robby and Abbot. The Sun and the Moon.
Yeah. Shawn deserves this Emmy.
All my girls on the roof <3 ily
That Frank and Robby moment. I feel like he was the one who saw him the most.
Everything's gonna be just fine.
Bonus: obsessed with the karaoke scene. It will live in my mind forever.
i dont think trinity cries easily, but when she does she’s really bad at it <- coughs and holds her breath and stutters out commentary when she usually doesnt speak to herself, smacks herself a couple times to try and ‘shock herself out of it’ since its worked before, but no matter how many times she tries to stifle weak noises or wipe her face angrily she just cant stop
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hmmmmperhapsyesanon (I love getting to write these)
mowalsh - no I couldn’t help but fall in love again
Samira understood the nerves around having a baby.
She’d met expectant parents before, both mothers and fathers alike, and seen the petrified, excited jitters that go through them whenever they get to talk about this new phase they’re going through. It’s sweet, really, protective in a loving sort of way.
Emery, of course, had been no different.
The minute they’d found out they were pregnant, Emery had been all over it.
Getting everything ready, she liked to say.
Worrying, is what Samira liked to call it.
Emery was good, really she was. She meal-prepped foods that wouldn’t make Samira nauseous, massaged Samira’s ankles before they even started to swell, went to all of her appointments with her, got everything ready like she said she would. Truly, Samira couldn’t have faulted her for it.
But it’s around week 36 that she goes too far.
It starts with a shadow, lingering in the corner of her eye, wearing blue scrubs, a huge pair of reading glasses and bright green sneakers.
Samira thinks he must just be a new guy in the ED, a new doctor she’s not been introduced to yet and keeps seeing around, but it’s when she can’t stop seeing him that she starts to take notice.
He’s not exactly malignant but he’s always just there, right in the corner of her periphery where if she turns to look too quickly, he might spook and disappear.
It lasts an hour before she confronts him.
“Do I know you?”
To his credit, he looks petrified. Who could blame him? She’s got a few inches on him and definitely more than a few pounds and with the way she’s standing, scowling with her hands on her hips, it’s probably best that he looks a little frightened.
Still, he has enough courage to shove a brown bag full of sandwiches into her hands. “Th-this is for you.”
She frowns and looks at his ID card.
Dr. Brandon Collie. Surgical intern.
Samira groans. “My wife sent you.”
He pushes his glasses up his nose. “Uh, yeah, um, Dr Walsh asked me to, uh, keep an eye on you? W-while she’s, um, in surgery?”
Samira doesn’t miss the way his eyes take a nervous glance down at her belly, just barely covered by the maternity scrubs Emery had bought her two weeks ago and were already feeling a little tight. She sighs again.
“Well, thank you Brandon, but you can head back to Dr Walsh and tell her that I don’t need a babysitter until I’ve actually had this baby, okay?”
He nods but doesn’t move. He was gripping a notebook tightly between his fingers.
“Was there something else?”
“Um, yes.” He fidgeted awkwardly. “I, uh, I hear what you’re saying and I have to say I really respect what you’re doing, you know, it’s freakin’ badass-“
“Spit it out, Brandon.”
“Dr Walsh threatened to ban me from the OR if I don’t stay within fifteen feet of you all day.”
He says it so quick that Samira has to blink several times as she processes what he’s just said. Then she laughs.
“She threatened to ban you?”
He nods, a nervous smile on his thin, wiry face. “Yeah, she said, uh, if I couldn’t look after a pregnant lady for twelve hours then she didn’t want me anywhere near a scalpel until I could. I…um…I need all the time in the OR that I can get.”
Samira raised her eyebrows. No wonder.
She looked at Brandon again. He’s skinny and tall like Ogilvie, but awkward and mousy like Whitaker. The glasses that sat on his nose were huge, far too big for his face and fixed around his head by an elastic blue strap, making them look more like swimming goggles.
She tries not to laugh in his face.
“So I’m guessing I can’t Return to Sender then?”
“Please don’t.”
Bless him, he actually looked quite hopeful. He couldn’t have been much older than Victoria.
“Look, I’ll stay out of your way, Dr Mohan, I promise. I know it’s annoying and-“
“On the contrary, Dr Collie,” Samira smiles as she hands him back the sandwiches and claps her hands together. “I’m sure we can make you quite useful.”
_
Brandon, in the end, becomes a walking example of both abuse of authority and medical dedication within the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Centre.
True to his command, he stays within fifteen feet of Samira all day, parading as her shadow when anyone asks and her slave when nobody cares.
He does everything she asks without complaint.
Hell, he starts doing everything anyone asks, seemingly happy just to help out.
Dana jokes he would’ve made a great nurse.
He gets Samira water when she needs it, brings her a chair when her feet start to hurt, a stick of deodorant when she nearly starts crying over how bad she’s sure she must smell.
Worst of all, he does all of it with a smile.
“What’s your deal, Dr Collie?” She eventually asks when she decides to finish out the day in the break room.
He grins and hands her the tiffin box Emery had made her that morning. “My deal?”
He’d gotten more confident in the last ten hours, despite the terror he’s constantly in. It’s almost annoying, how nice he is, how good he is at helping her.
She’s starting to understand why Trinity regretted taking Dennis in, she’s already wanting to take Brandon home with her.
“My wife isn’t that scary of a surgeon. You can’t want to suck up to her this badly.”
He chuckles. “Dr Walsh is like…a god in the eyes of a surgical intern, Dr Mohan. If I can get in good with her, I’m set for life.”
Samira smiles, flattered to hear someone think so highly of Emery. He’s right, of course, but all of this seemed a bit extreme, even for her.
“Besides, I’m enjoying myself.” He says, tucking into his own sandwich. “I didn’t think I’d enjoy the emergency room but you guys are…”
“Hard-core?”
“Interesting was the word I was going to use.”
She smiles again and shakes her head, going back to her sandwich. “That’s a good word for it.”
“But I would say it’s hard-core to be doing it all eight months pregnant. I’m tired just following you around.”
“Believe me, you’re nowhere near as tired as I am.”
He chuckles. “Dr Walsh thinks a lot of you.”
“I should hope so. She did marry me, after all.”
“No, no I mean, she cares about you down here, more than most people would. I know she’s your wife and everything but really, how many people would send their colleague down to look after their spouse at work? For ten hours straight. She really loves you.”
“She really worries about me, more like.”
“Isn’t that one of the greatest forms of love? Worrying?”
Samira blinks and watches him for a couple of seconds, surprised at the authenticity of his words. She’s barely known him for a day and they’re already having intimate conversations.
“What magazine did you pull that out of?”
He laughs and shakes his head. “I took a philosophy class in highschool. Guess it stuck.”
She laughed. “I guess so.”
They went back to their food, an amused and strange sort of silence settling between them. Samira hated how much she was enjoying herself.
They did not need a Dennis.
They did not need a Dennis.
She eyed the packet of chips on the table. “Can I have those?”
As if he could read her brief inner panic, he simply grins and pushes them towards her. “Sure.”
Are Mel's earrings U's or are they horseshoes? Is she a horse girl? Are they like minimalist gold rainbow/bow-shaped things? Has anybody noticed those before?
Hears it's Becca and she fucking spriiints. Same tho.
I know Tal is mixed race/Asian and Taylor is not, but they really do look like twins.
My next wishlist item is Langdon and Santos having to work together on a peds case.
I wonder based on the way Garcia says "keeping it casual" if it's Santos who wants to keep it casual or if Garcia wants to keep it casual.
I relate to Mel so hard. The moment my family is involved and having medical issues all my knowledge slides directly out my ass.
(Talking about Ogilvie's dad) "He must be proud." "You'd have to ask him." whatdatmean?
Woaaah yeah Princess was correct the Radio is real cute.
Dana, looking at Frank: "Just the guy we were looking for!" Me: *dies*
I'm obsessseeedddd with Frank's bedside manner with Becca and how he talks to Mel. How sweet he is. My god. I can't believe this is real.
Olive my beloved <3
Ooh god the fireworks kid makes me so sad. The sister :( :((((
Oh man :( Javadi's patient. God. Worst nightmare.
God that cooling room looks divine.
Ily Digby <3 what a sweet guy.
Thinking about what happened with Ogilvie/Samira's patient and what happened with Javadi/Whitaker's patients are kind of similar. But the way Robby reacts to each one later on is so different. I mean technically I don't know if she was Whitaker's patient because she didn't present but Whitaker kind of took over.
Also...I saw that little wave between Ahmad and Makedah 👀
Victoria and her big brown eyes. 😭😭😭
Frank being simultaneously hot and awkward when he's being flirted with is *chefs kiss* incredible. The exact kind of nonsense that I live for on a daily basis.
Howard 😭😭😭
Jack honey do you sleep? Like at all?
That fear grimace. Jack can see right through you Robby. Are you listening???
"I'm just that good" Joy Kwan I love youuuuuu
"It's important for you to have boundaries.........do you want to do me a favor and house sit for me while I'm gone?" frying meeeee
"IF I DON'T COME BACK" Whitaker???? Are you listening????
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Back on my Abby’s mom tries to dispatch of Frank bullshit:
Frank gets admitted to the PTMC with a benzo overdose one night. IV injection, apparently. Abby is there and she’s so mad at him they have to send her out of the room even while he’s still unconscious. They manage to stabilise him. And then it becomes a battle of character witnesses vs. the evidence.
Mel and Cassie, and shockingly even Trinity swear up and down he’s been clean (proven by weekly urine tests) and in no way backsliding mentally. He’s been steady, managing well, seeing specialists for his back and the PHP therapist for maintenance meetings.
The evidence says he relapsed. Cassie points out the dose would have been way too high and he’d have known that. So was it a suicide attempt? A last familiar high? Mel says he’d never want to go out this way. He wasn’t suicidal. She’s sure, they spend so much time together.
Trinity meanwhile is hounding Abby. “Where’s the vial? Why didn’t you bring it in?”
Abby didn’t see one, and besides she had other priorities when she found him.
“Okay we need you to go get it, we need to know if it’s a match for hospital inventory. Who is home with the kids?” Abby calls her mom who first claims there is no vial, he must have gotten rid of it before, but after Trinity tells her a hail mary lie about stability outside its container, she suddenly finds it after all. And so Abby’s mom comes in to bring the vial, and no the vial isn’t from the hospital. It’s from a hospital in… Abby’s mom’s hometown?
It takes some more investigating, but the picture is clear enough that when Frank wakes up to the news of “you’ve been admitted for an overdose” they’re at a point where they know it wasn’t his doing.
Giving Frank the bottom locker with his back is absolutely diabolical 😭😭😭 like that felt personal and mean 😭😭😭
"You never let me down" 😭😭 like the little tremble in her voice 😭 just like shoot me at this point.
Absolutely fascinated by Javadi/Ogilvie bickering at each other dynamic. The fact people don't ship them more confuses me. Like I personally don't ship it but I can see it.
Forgot they just had a shot of Mel grabbing that guys penis. On TV. i know it was in a medical context but like. Insane. i love this show.
I love you Joy Kwon <3
Donnie & Frank triage buddies 5ever.
Oh Digby 😭 </3
Cassie has the whole department wrapped around her finger and like. Same.
I forgot about the med pooling rednecks 😂 you can really hear Patrick's accent in those scenes lol. (I'm the exact same way especially if I got a drink in me lmao). (Also I take the same little blue pill that the guy took because I have the resting heart rate of a hummingbird. I called it when he said the color and shape).
"there is no clock on how long it takes" yeah man I know but 😭
Oglivie not knowing ITP is very funny to me lmao. like i'm not a med student and I know what that is.
Watching Mohan and Robby's relationship deteriorate in real time alongside Robby and Frank's broken relationship simultaneously might actually kill me. Fuck.
I know it's not popular on tumblr here but the realest part of this show is how the patients impact the doctors. Emotionally. Like I think about how the writers say that we learn about the doctors through their patients and like. Yeah </3. I fucking love this show man.
