omg. okay so. melissa king is doing her residency at the pitt which is the pittsburg central hospital or something like that she has autistic swag like crazy and cares a lot about the patients which is hard for her sometimes. frank langdon is…maybe in charge of the er or overseeing her sort of? hes having marital issues and i think struggling with drugs and also he and mel hit it off. Oh wait thats another thing i believe the whole first season takes place in one day or something like that? its a short window. anyway. theres also trinity santos who is a “bitch” but secretly sweet and has her own Troubles and such. i dont know his name but theres a damp napkin boy resident/intern/? who i think ends up living with her because he was homeless maybe. edit: i think his name is dennis. i think santos might be gay with another woman in the show but i cant remember her name. OH theres ummm michael something i think maybe he is actually the one in charge overall i think thats true…..maybe they call him robby? uhhhh. theres a dr cassie played by fiona dourif and shes badass and kind of crazy. i dont actually know what the fuck these ppl are doing other than having wild intrapersonal relationships i have seen some medical care moments but mostly theyre doing crazy drama internally

thanks for asking let me know how i did ^_^

I’ve seen plenty of s5 jmart traveling back to s1, but none of s1 jmart traveling forwards in time to s5....

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“Well that’s . . . not right.”

Following Jon’s gaze, Martin squinted up at the sky, and had to agree that yes, dark, churning green clouds and a gigantic, unblinking eye staring down at them where the sun should be was, to put it succinctly, not right at all.

“I told you not to go through that door,” said Martin. “But no, apparently we’re researchers, Martin, with obligations to investigate paranormal phenomena, no matter how stupid it is to go through a weird door that suddenly appears in your office--”

“I’m not--it’s not stupid to do my job,” Jon snapped. “And you didn’t have to follow me through.”

Martin felt his face heat. “Well, I, uh. Didn’t want something to--happen to you.”

Jon gestured around them, at the--well, at the everything. “Bit late for that now,” he muttered, his voice barely audible above the distant background noise of tortured screams.

Martin cast his gaze around the--well, hellscape wouldn’t be a bad word for it. They were definitely outside, on a . . . hill? Somewhere? But there were no other landmarks or buildings to identify. “Where are we, anyway?” he asked, not really expecting an answer. 

“Hmm,” Jon said, squinting down at the blighted ground surrounding them, as though it may contain a few clues, or perhaps had personally offended him in some way. He kicked at the dirt with the toe of his shined work shoe. Then he nodded, satisfactorily, and said, “Probably a shared hallucination.”

“A--what?”

“Shared hallucinations are surprisingly common,” Jon said, as though he were teaching a lesson to a class of students he was rather disappointed by. “Especially by people who work in close quarters, isolated from the outside world.”

“Wh--And that’s us, then, is it?” Martin said, growing frustrated now. “Two people who work in a basement together with two other coworkers just one day up and lose their minds. Is that what you think is happening here, Jon?”

“I can’t see another explanation for it,” Jon said, utterly stonefaced. In the distance, an explosion was heard, followed by a plume of red smoke and a chorus of animalistic screams.

“Right,” Martin said, mostly to himself. He rubbed a hand over his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Right. Okay. Of course, he doesn’t believe any of it, you could staple hard evidence of the supernatural to the guy’s forehead and he wouldn’t--”

“I can hear you, you know,” Jon said, so deadpan his voice was in danger of flattening the hill they were standing on.

“Good,” said Martin, daring Jon to tell him off, but instead he just rolled his eyes.

“Really, Martin, this is silly. I can prove this isn’t real. All I have to do is walk in one direction, and keep going, and eventually I’ll hit the wall of my office. Where we both still are.”

“Alright,” said Martin, crossing his arms. “So do it, then.”

“I will,” Jon said primly, and pointed himself at the horizon. Slowly, he began to walk, hands spread out in front of him, as though anticipating smacking into something he couldn’t see. Martin watched as Jon took five steps, ten steps, twenty . . . and after that he lost count, because Jon had disappeared over the lip of the hill.

A few moments later, Jon reappeared, huffing with some effort as he climbed back up the hill again. “Well,” he said, between breaths, “it seems this hallucination is more thorough than I thought.”

Throwing up his hands in frustration, Martin said, “Christ, Jon, I can’t believe--god, why do you have to be so bloody stubborn. And why do I have to like it so much.”

“I--Wait, what did you just--”

“Look, whatever the hell this all is, it’s real, and it’s happening, and we’ve got to deal with it,” Martin went on. “I don’t know how, but somehow we’ve got to. And if we’re stuck together, here, then . . . then we’re stuck together.” He nodded decisively, hoping he sounded more certain than he felt.

For once, Jon didn’t make a fuss. He seemed to deflate, a bit, and nodded reluctantly. “I suppose . . . I suppose it would best to play along, for now.”

Martin looked around, taking in the horror show that surrounded them on all sides. “Well,” he said, “I guess we’d better start walking.”

“Which way?”

“Honestly, I don’t think it really matters,” Martin said.

“Let’s not split up, though,” Jon said quickly.

A warm feeling spread through Martin’s chest, despite himself. “Yeah,” he agreed. “We’ll go together.”

And so they set off, not exactly hand-in-hand, on a journey with an unknown destination, for what purpose they couldn’t be sure. And maybe, just maybe, they would both learn a little something on the way.

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1. Mike Crew

2. Simon Fairchild

i am LIVING for every npc in witcher 3 who geralt talks to who's like: your boyfriend dandelion! i know of him. dandelion. who is your boy. friend. boyfriend.

and geralt’s only response is “TELL ME WHERE HE IS I MUST FIND HIM” there is none of this bullshit manly posturing about not having friends and needing nobody

3. How do you know if your writing is “in character”?

I cross my fingers and hope for the best, honestly. The good thing about writing fic for a podcast is that there’s dialogue in everything, and so much is communicated through voice. Plus, they tend to say shit out of character like “Ned feels c about b so he does a.” It’s easy to extrapolate from there.

When it comes to long-form AU works, though, it’s... tougher, because my versions of the characters will evolve into something else by the end. They’ll be different levels of “in character,” depending on who they are/what they’re like. Especially with sequels, good fucking Christ. There’s another degree of separation between what canon has as “in character” and what I have as “in character.” Exhibit A: my Dani. I gave her a twin sister and made Janelle her mom, with a whole slew of Pine Guard-related trauma that made her pretty different from canon Dani. When I write Dani, she’s in character for me, but I know that if my Dani was put up against canon Dani the differences would be astounding.

4. Where do your story ideas come from?

Usually one of these options:

lol wouldn’t this be funny or what

lol wouldn’t this hurt or what

insert x trope into y media

what if it was x media... but lord of the rings flavored

what do my friends think is cool right now

what does the fandom think is cool right now that i also think is fun to write

When we take all of those, put them in a blender, and turn it on, we get everything I’ve ever written for TAZ Amnesty.

16. How much of your personal life do you put into fics?

Depends on how many gaps I feel like I need to fill. If a character has solid and simple established canon/fanon, like Ned and sometimes Aubrey, I work off of that and don’t have to do much. If there’s something I want to change or expand on, like with Indrid, then I let the externality of the character take me and start fiddling with that; it’s rare that I change a character by injecting parts of myself. 

However, if I’m starting with a bare-bones supporting cast character like Hollis or Boyd, then I end up using a lot more of my personal emotions/conflicts, the same way I do when I make OCs. For example, I gave Hollis my family issues, controlling grey-moral parental figure, and heavy reliance on found family in The Secret Garden. I was also writing TMWCIFTC my freshman year of college, where I’d lost my main support system in the form of orchestra. I passed those conflicting emotions along to Boyd, building an entire life and story for him around the song “The Devil Went Down to Georgia.” We also knew jack fucking shit about Boyd at the time I was writing, so I could really just say whatever and have it make sense.

thanks for these!!! they were super fun!

i can and i will god bless. im not sure if i get film snob points but i’ll be a hater about what i know

24. topic that brings up the most rancid discourse

i feel like some of the most rancid asinine discourse comes from people who cant get a grip on their parasocial relationship with various actors/creatives. giving wayyyyy too much credit for things when its not deserved and just generally licking boots. im thinking of many cases rn like spn, go, ofmd, so soooo many. it gets so embarrassing so fast. oh my god also ao3 discourse like if youre spending your day defending ao3 and giving them money and calling fanfic better than all published works you have got to give it a rest. not a movie opinion sorry just a tangent

25. common fandom complaint that you're sick of hearing

“let people enjoy things” i will let your blood tenderly and gently and maybe balancing your humors will help you be less annoying about someone having valid personal complaints/opinions/views/tastes/etc