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Having a blog dedicated to a person’s genitalia is fucking weird. If it was a woman, everyone would be up in arms. Finding someone hot is one thing, over sexualizing them is another. I’ve noticed the increase in people going too far with Shawn Hatosy and it’s not okay. Have fun and be respectful.
People are once again being weird about Shawn’s teeth.
Saying you hate his “new” teeth is not the compliment you think it is. As someone with crooked (among many other things) teeth, getting them fixed is not always cosmetic. They could have been causing problems or pain. Or maybe it was solely cosmetic. That was his choice. Maybe we just stop commenting on his teeth.
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hihiiii when do you think your next fic will be outttt
I honestly don’t have anyone answer. I’ve not been doing well lately, I’m kind of drowning. I haven’t been able to force myself to do anything let alone write. I’m not sure when I’ll have anything new out. I’m sorry. I don’t want to disappoint anyone, I just can’t function right now.
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“People should pass a test before being allowed to have kids.” “Isn’t it scary how white people have this inborn capacity for evil?” “I’ll never pass because males and females have different skull shapes.” “Autistic people have a stronger sense of justice than anyone else.” “I don’t want AMABs in my space because they’re dangerous.” “You shouldn’t have access to hormones if you dress like THAT.” “Anyone who does something that awful isn’t human.” “Some people really shouldn’t be allowed to vote.”
This is eugenics. This is phrenology. THIS IS NAZI SHIT, YOU ARE A LEFTIST BUYING INTO NAZI SHIT. YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO NAZI SHIT.
TW: self-harm, blood, razors, self-hatred. Please take care of yourselves
Mia never had an answer when people asked her why she did it. She knew it frustrated her therapist. They definitely thought she was lying. She honestly didn’t know. Not really.
Things just built up and built up until there wasn’t anything else for her to do.
She had been clean from cutting for two years. She had a job that gave her purpose. She had a boyfriend who loved her and took care of her. Her life was, for the most part, going well.
But depression doesn’t care.
It just seeps into every crevice of your brain.
It coats everything in its oily residue.
She sat on the edge of her tub, a razor in her hand. A red drop fell to the tile floor. She watched it spread out against the white surface.
She had stopped crying an hour ago.
The wounds on her thigh pulsed with a warm ache. Maybe she did it so there was physical pain to match her mental anguish, she thought.
“Mia?” Jack’s voice made her jump. She hadn’t heard the front door. She knew she should move. She needed to hide the evidence of her weakness. She couldn’t get her body to move. She couldn’t get herself to want to.
“Honey?” The knock on the bathroom door shook her awake enough to start to panic. He would leave, she was sure of it. She was always too much for people.
“Can I come in?” There was a tightness in his voice, like he was worried.
“I’m fine.” Her voice cracked, giving her away.
“I’d like to see you. I’ve been trying to call you.” Jack always texted halfway through his shift if they weren’t working together. He liked checking in. He liked having a moment to think of her in the midst of the chaos.
“I….um….” She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry out for him to save her. She was scared.
“Mia, I’m going to open the door.” He was firm in a way that told her he was scared, too.
The door creaked open. Jack stood in his black scrubs. His eyes flashed with fear at the sight of blood coming from Mia. He didn’t immediately register the type of wound, just that there was one. He rushed forward, and the light caught the razor in her hand. He flinched back, realizing the situation he was now in.
“Baby…” His voice was soft and quiet.
“I’m sorry.” The words were shy and small as the tears started flowing down Mia’s cheeks.
“No, it’s okay. It’s okay, Honey.” Jack reached up to wipe the tears from her face.
“I don’t…I don’t know why…I just couldn’t stop myself.” Mia shook.
“I’m going to take the razor, okay?” Jack slowly took the offending sharp object from her hand, placing it on the counter.
“I don’t want to be like this!” Mia couldn’t stop the sobs tearing from her chest.
“I know. It’s okay. I’m going to help you.” Jack promised, sitting on the tub next to her. He gathered her in his arms, letting her soak his shirt.
They sat, clinging to each other, for twenty minutes before Mia caught her breath.
“I need to clean those cuts up. I’ll be right back. I’m going to grab my bag.” Jack kissed her forehead as he got up and rushed out of the room.
Mia watched the rivulet of blood stain her skin. The tender flesh was red and angry. Her anguish was turning to anger. She hated that she was like this. She hated herself. Her shaking hands hovered over the fresh wounds before slamming into it. It sent of shock of pain up her leg. She almost felt relieved. In her mind, she deserved the pain. She raised her hand again.
“Hey! Honey, don’t!” Jack ran over, taking her hand in his.
“I hate it! I hate me!” She cried, ripping her hand from Jack’s grip.
“I love you. You hear me? I love you. I’ll love you, even if you can’t love yourself. I’m going to figure out how to get you through this.” He promised without a second thought.
“I don’t deserve you.” Mia couldn’t look at him.
“You deserve me and more. You deserve happiness. We’ll get there.” Jack wanted her to see herself the way he saw her. To him, she was the greatest person on the planet.
“I’m going to clean your legs up. It might sting.” Jack started focusing on the medicine. He knew exactly how to fix that part. He cleaned the wounds, bandaged her legs, made sure she was safe.
“I’m so tired.” Mia mumbled.
“I know.” Jack brushed the hair from her face. “Let’s go to bed. Tomorrow, we’ll figure out what to do.”
“…okay.” Mia nodded. Jack stood up and offered her his hand. She took it and leaned into him as they fumbled toward the bed.
He made sure she was tucked in and comfortable before popping off his leg and climbing in with her. He held her closer, tighter, than he normally would. He was desperate to keep her safe.
i wanted to point out that noah wyle is in fact someone who makes decisions on the show because he is an executive producer. he’s ofc not the only one who has any creative power but he definitely does have a say in what happens with the show. it’s no hate to you or anything but people have the right to criticize the decisions going on behind the scenes when it’s a pattern affecting women of color.
You’re right, he does have power and should be part of the conversation. However, he doesn’t hold sole responsibility for the show. Of the three, he’s the least powerful. John Wells and Scott Gemmill are never mentioned. Those are the two in charge of story decisions.
sometimes i think some of you are allergic to the men of color in the show. you will go to such lengths to avoid including characters like john and crus and mateo in your art and fics despite the fact that they are recurrent characters with good personalities who are also undeniably attractive like ???
Y’all my meds ain’t working anymore and I’m falling down the hole of depression again. I know my parents will not understand. I just wanna be normal
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I gotta say guys, everytime I see the word 'Dada' used to describe an older man it makes me wanna vomit.
Daddy I get as a kink, I understand the type of relationship it's meant to be portray but Dada... it's way too infantile to be sexy. It literally makes my body want to try heave.
