Well what the fuck did you think was gonna happen?

Rewatching S2 of the Pitt for the first time since it aired and I don't think I realized how much Robby's barriers and resolve deteriorate as the season goes on. To see him making jokes and being thoughtful and caring to the med students and residents in comparison with the way he can barely look anyone in the eye by the episode 13. And yeah he looks a little tired, but how he presents himself is so incongruent with what we know by the end of the season about what's happening inside his head. This guy who is joking with Al Hashimi about joining the softball team and asking Donahue if he slept well and checking in with Santos about a case that is a trigger for her knows that he'll likely be dead in the next 24 hours and definitely has backup plans in case riding a motorcycle helmetless through the night after a grueling shift doesn't kill him.

Not book smart or street smart but a secret third thing.

supid

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soupid?

I always know its getting toasty out in the world because girls start reblogging this post like crazy

I’m not going to defend Robby’s behavior towards Samira because it was wrong and cruel and deeply, deeply unprofessional. But I also find the reactions to it incredibly ironic. The Pitt is at its core about extreme burnout in the healthcare field, particularly amongst emergency medicine personnel, and how that ripples out and affects absolutely everyone around them—their colleagues, their relationships, the entire community. Over and over again, the Pitt asks of its audience: even in the face of extreme and sometimes unforgivable behavior, can you find the same empathy that is constantly and endlessly demanded of our healthcare providers? And for so many it seems like the answer to that question is a definitive, categorical no. Which funnily enough, is exactly the point the show is trying to make.

have you ever shipped something so hard that you become irrationally happy and make a sound akin to steam escaping from a kettle everytime they so much as stand next to eachother

[grandma voice] back in my day, sonny, we called it “squeeing”.

bought an energy drink called "pussy" earlier today because haha funny sex drink but I've been immediately humbled because this shit is delicious. passionfruit and lychee and just the right amount of sweet and tart. i can't do this gang. i can't be the kind of person who goes to my corner store every weekend to buy a six-pack of Pussy Energy Drink.

The best thing about this is how much love for Rothko there is in it. Like... here. Here is a rectangle, and if you stand far away it's just two or three colors a bit streaky, and the closer you get the more it opens up until it swallows you whole with the idea of how vast it is, how much bigger than you. If someone framed the real-life sea and sky and told everybody that's what my artwork was like to them I'd kiss them