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Kimberlé Crenshaw was the Black feminist scholar who coined the term "intersectionality." You can read her initial article coining and describing the theory "Demarginalizing the Intersection of Race and Sex: A Black Feminist Critique of Antidiscrimination Doctrine, Feminist Theory and Antiracist Politics" (1989), her follow-up article expanding on it "Mapping the Margins: Intersectionality, Identity Politics, and Violence against Women of Color" (1991), and a (shorter and easier to read) interview with her about what she meant and what she thinks about it "Kimberlé Crenshaw on Intersectionality, More than Two Decades Later" (2017).

Adrienne Rich was the lesbian feminist scholar and poet who coined the term "compulsory heterosexuality" in her article "Compulsory Heterosexuality and Lesbian Existence" (1980).

Roland Barthes was a French literary critic who coined the term "death of the author" in his essay "La mort de l'auteur" (The Death of the Author") (1967). This one is 6 pages long.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Pitt (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death Relationships: Brendon “The Shark” Park/Dennis Whitaker Characters: Brendon “The Shark” Park, Dennis Whitaker Additional Tags: Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Ambiguous/Open Ending, Blood and Violence, Blood and Injury, Gunshot Wounds, Shooting Guns, Desperation, Hope vs. Despair, Tenderness, Kissing, Idiots in Love, Roughness, Soft Brendon “The Shark” Park, Protectiveness, Teasing, Tears, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Summary:

Dennis’ hands move before he can think.

He reaches for Brendon’s shirt, fingers shaking as they hook into the fabric and yank it upward, exposing more of his torso with frantic urgency.

For a second, he doesn’t understand what he is seeing.

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Bonus - old man Robby (inspired by conversations with my mom)

Jack and Robby, oblivious to this, were trying to let Dennis ease into the relationship. The two of them had been together for years, and had kind of forgotten what it was like to be new to a relationship. So, if Dennis didn’t explicitly ask, they didn’t do a whole lot of physical touch. But, he rarely asked.

Robby was sitting on the couch with him one night, Dennis curled up against the arm of the plush fabric and his legs bend by Robby’s side. Robby’s hand brushed his knee, and his leg extended to lay across his lap. A little amused, Robby rubbed his leg and watched him absolutely melt into him.

Then, Jack had a similar experience. They were in the kitchen together, he he just needed Dennis to move over a bit so he could get into a drawer, so he guided him to the side with a hand on his back and hip. Dennis blinked up at him and leaned into his side, pressing their ribs together. Jack chuckled, “Sorry, baby, just needed you to move.” Dennis’s cheeks flushed and he shuffled to the side. Jack was sure to run a hand over his spine a few more times that night.

It all culminated one night as the three were lying in bed together, trying to sleep. Dennis was kinda wiggly most nights, but tonight especially he just couldn’t get himself comfortable. Jack patted his arm. “Sugar, get comfy. Bedtime.”

Dennis gave an annoyed little whine and pushed his arm up into Jack’s hand. Experimentally, he wrapped his whole arm around Dennis, who snuggled into it.

“Is that what keeps you from tossing and turning?” Robby hummed. “Cuddles?” He wrapped Dennis up in his arms too and watched the boy fall asleep within the minute.

Dennis trying to drunk text Trinity he’s lost after a night out with some old friends, but instead accidentally texts Jack who’s currently asleep for once bc the J looked like a T and instead Robby is awake and sees the text

Robby wakes Jack up super concerned and texts Dennis for his location to then they pick up a very wasted Dennis

Dennis ends up blabbering about how this must be a dream because his super hot dilf attendings are picking him up and he has to tell Trinity about this and hopes it turns into a wet dream

Jack and Robby find this flattering yet hilarious. They eventually make it back to Trinity and Dennis’ apartment to see Trinity’s bed room door wide open and loud snoring coming from it and seeing Garcia in the kitchen in a tank and some boxers.

Garcia gives Robby and Jack an eyebrow raise but just shrugs and walks off back into Trinity’s room where she closes the door.

Jack and Robby drag Dennis into his bedroom to where they tuck in the now half asleep drunk boy and give him a kiss on the forehead goodnight and leave while Dennis whines for them to stay.

ACAA*, my latest for New Scientist

listen i’m getting hybrid!dennis pilled more and more every day.

they didn’t chip him. dennis knew that. they didn’t even like him that much. dennis knew that too.

the people fostering him liked him a lot, though. that much was obvious.

he was allowed inside all the time, had a bed in every room, he got fed three times a day instead of one, and they always pet him, even if he was supposed to be a working breed.

so pardon him for pretending to just…not remember where he lived for the last decade.

jack and robby were concerned about that. they asked him if he hit his head or got drugged or maybe if something so bad happened that he was trying to forget it. that last one was the closest to the truth. bad things did happen to him, but all of it was just eclipsed by how good jack and robby made him feel.

he was laying in his spot in the sun when the two men came back. jack was thumbing through papers at the table as robby walked over to dennis and kneeled beside him with a groan.

robby dragged a hand through dennis’s warm hair. “we’re back, sweet boy.”

dennis stretched and leaned into robby’s hand. “where were you?”

“well, it’s been a month.” robby looked a little guilty when he said the next part. “so, technically, legally speaking, you’re forfeited property.”

dennis sat up at that. “so…who do i belong to?”