BENOIT BLANC — “Do you see that?”
PERCEPTION [Challenging : Failure] — There’s something strange about the photo. An inconsequential leather bag.
JUD DUPLENTICY — “Yeah.”
BENOIT BLANC — “Oh. That is, uh…”
"what do i do?" "what you were born to do, be her priest." telling an ex boxer junkie street kid that actually he was born to be a guide for people he was BORN to be the good priest he is he doesn't have to strive for it he already IS that priest and jud only proves that by listening to martha w no judgement by saying "that poor girl" and MEANING IT by getting martha to forgive grace and let her hatred go in her last moments by crying when she passed fuckkkk
The way they both silently agree to not say anything is priceless i sobbed at this scene😭🙏
put that boy in a situation
you can tell jud is a catholic because he keeps feeling guilty and confessing to stuff he's not responsible for
hello tumblr wudm fandom ))
betting pool
dr abbot x resident!reader
a drunken girls’ night out results in you being brought into the pitt. or, the pitt staff and their bets on what the hell is going on with their attending and resident.
cw: mdni 18+. will they/won’t they, are they/aren’t they? some outside povs. dubcon? for drunk sex & angry sex (it’s consensual but y’know). semipublic sex. unprotected piv, oral (f and m receiving), spit as lube. jack being mean. age gap (reader’s exact age mentioned once but you can ignore it). injuries and medical inaccuracies. a lil angst, a lil sap, a lil smut, a lotta nonsense. shout out to my jack girlies, dis one’s 4 u
wc: 5.5k
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john shen was a good doctor—cool, calm, and collected in the face of chaos. he was a good guy—quick to stand up for someone, to be a shoulder to cry on, to offer an easy joke to lighten the mood. but the one thing john was above all else was curious—chismoso according to princess and perlah; a nosy bitch to parker.
so when john sees a frazzled whitaker rush into the ambulance bay doors just after 11pm and grab a wheelchair, it catches his attention.
the pitt was relatively q-word for a saturday night, just enough of a lull in the action to make his last hour smooth—mid shifts really are the best of both worlds.
stepping toward the ambulance bay, john was met by them whooshing open.
“dumbass vs bar! eta now!” a cackling santos announces. she was pushing you in the wheelchair whitaker had just taken, your left leg raised up in the footrest, ankle all purple and swollen. your mascara was running down your cheeks despite you cackling right along santos.
(some of) the pitt crew as tweets
Apocalypse au from twitter + half-assed lore I put together
