Kindness Enjoyer

Here’s a guy who’d be a tikkun olam poster child, except… if you’re constantly doing repair for others, you’re gonna burn out.

Someone needs to whack him over the headwith this:

The lack of a family, for someone of his generation, would also be good and complicated, especially if we decide to see the Pitt and his coworkers as the place he’s put that energy. Even if he weren’t traumatised and burning out, that would already be a disastrous way to live.

Robby knows full well what it means but he’s stubborn and the last fucking thing he wants to do is slow down and really self-examine.

But the rabbi, who’s wise to the resistance thrown up by Robby and countless congregants like him who she’s worked with over the years, just shakes her head.

“Please secure your oxygen mask before assisting other passengers,” she tells him, her voice deadpan like a flight attendant giving the safety spiel for the fourth time that day.

Robby glares at her, but the rabbi cocks her head and glares right back at him.

Then they start dating little (kinda sheltered but grew up on the internet) Gen Z Dennis- with his queer culture mainly formed on message boards and tumblr and a very radically progressive view of queerness that’s kinda sanitised.

Don't Let Me Say Something True: a fratboy Jack/nerdy Robby AU

by @club-medical & @sisyphusj

Rating: Explicit Warnings: Internalized Homophobia, Slurs, Alcohol, Weed, Dubious Consent

Jack felt the edge of his bedroom window digging into his shoulder, the cold metal biting hard even through his hoodie. The night air was just as cold, harsh in the back of his smoke-roughened throat. But there was no cold on earth that could touch him when he had Michael’s hot breath surging against his sweatpants as Jack ground Michael’s face into his cock. Jesus, Michael wasn’t fighting him, not even a bit. Instead, Michael was letting out little shivering whines and his hands were pawing at the tensed muscle of Jack’s thighs.

“Christ, Mike, you’re actually a goddam fag, aren’t you?” Jack whispered. 

Michael’s dazed eyes turned up to him, focusing, a flicker of anger in their dark depths. His nose was pink from chafing against the cotton. 

If Michael were a girl, Jack thought, it would all be cute. Really fucking cute. And if Michael were a girl, it’d explain the electric thrill Jack felt looking at him. Michael wasn’t a girl, though, so Jack was having to do this without explanations, without slowing down long enough for his brain to catch up with his dick. So he yanked Michael away just long enough to start tugging one-handed at the drawstrings of his sweats. And fuck, fuckfuckfuck, Michael saw and licked his lips.  

“You sucked a lot of cock, Robinavitch?” Jack asked. He wanted it to sound like a snarl, but he was too breathless for it to quite land.  

“No,” Michael said, defensive. “Never done this.” 

“Gotta compete with Becky, then, huh?” Jack teased. 

Michael took the bait. Jesus, Jack couldn’t believe that worked. But yeah, maybe he should’ve guessed that the full-ride scholarship kid would jump at a challenge.

the women of the pitt and their terrible horrible no good very bad day

I think for me it was a gifset of him saying the Shema. But I know the quality of Jewish representation is why we're all so absolutely feral for this show.

He's trying, failing, trying again, falling, failing, yet trying.

The Judaism of it all.

The world doesn't have to be perfect when we leave it, no one expects that, but look at it: the world is broken. Anyone can see that. But it was made "very good" and that's baked into its essence. Just because so much of what we see isn't good doesn't mean the good isn't there. We're good. You're good. The soul that was breathed into you is pure: Elohai neshamah shenatata bi tehorah. That's why the world hurts. You're good, so of course your heart breaks to see the shattered good in the world's broken pieces. Repair it. Try. You can't complete the work. But neither are you free to desist from it.

we're healers, not judges. [runs into oncoming traffic]