VM2, if im here im procrastinating.

The Last Great American Rock Star

After his breakup with pop icon ABBY (one name, like Beyoncé), rock star Frank Langdon goes off the rails. His team pitches one last-ditch solution: a PR relationship with Hollywood’s sweetheart, Mel King, who’s desperate to shed her wholesome image and prove she has an edge.

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After his breakup with pop icon ABBY (one name, like Beyoncé), rock star Frank Langdon goes off the rails. His team pitches one last-ditch solution: a PR relationship with Hollywood’s sweetheart, Mel King, who’s desperate to shed her wholesome image and prove she has an edge.

Part 2

Part 3

so i know ive already spoken at length about the symbolism and visual story telling choice to have kingdon ambulance bay conversations slowly get further from the ED as their conversations stray farther from work, but i wanted to point out something else because im insane.

not only do they just occur further away, but each time they speak in the ambulance bay, frank intentionally seeks her out, and each time he is willing to travel a further distance and cause more disruption to his daily routine for her.

now everything is a kingdon cathedral if you’re insane, but is this not progressive storytelling letting us know visually that as he continues to get to know her, he is becoming more and more willing to go out of his way for her and do things that don’t make sense for him to be doing unless his intention is to center her in his life?

i'll be here in the morning

or: Palm Springs: the fic of the au of the movie

mel king/frank langdon | 42k | complete | palm springs (2020) au

‘That doesn’t answer my question,’ Mel grits through her teeth, hoping if she allows her frustration to take precedence it’ll mask the fear that threatens to take control. ‘What’s happening?’ ‘What’s happening is that today is yesterday and yesterday is today. And tomorrow. And the day after, and the day after that.’ Frank keeps on gesturing as he trails off, a continuous motion that makes Mel feel sick. ‘One of those infinite time loops, Groundhog Day kinda situations,’ he shrugs. Her vision blurs for a moment, everything in sight doubling before suddenly snapping back into place in aggressive sharpness. ‘Am I hallucinating? Are we both hallucinating? Are open air gas leaks a thing? I know we’re not too far from the hot springs, maybe they're emitting mass amounts of carbon monoxide. We should probably evacuate the area, just in case.’ ‘I think the odds of mass psychosis are pretty low, so… no.’

for @fromiftowhen

on the one hand, no biceps when he flexes crosses his arms in front of mel 😔

The patient in South 16 put up a real fight. 

The guy's right eye had caught the blast of a confetti cannon at a gender reveal party. One particularly aggressive piece of plastic had become lodged under his eyelid, leaving a nasty corneal laceration behind. He was, comically, still covered in pink and gold shrapnel, and Frank struggled not to make jokes about the pieces fluttering to the hospital floor as he became more and more agitated. 

"Am I going to go blind?" he kept asking, jerking his head away from Frank's hands. "Jesus Christ, you're going to make me go blind!"

Frank tried to assure him that he was “probably not going to go blind,” and the guy swore at him for it.

to taste the sun on your skin

One year after his return to the PTMC, if you asked Frank Langdon what his plans were going to be for a week in July, he probably would not have predicted he'd be spending it vacationing with his colleagues at a campground somewhere in the Poconos. But it's not just the weather that's heating up and making him sweat... his relationship with Mel King is on the verge of becoming something else entirely.

kingdon, The Pitt