#tony abbot

[arcticdementor]

I saw Vance accepting the defeatist frame that it is hard to deport eighteen million illegals.  No it is not hard.  Tony Abbot in Australia faced a smaller but similar problem, and here is how he handled it:

[starkenobi]

THE PITT X AVENGERS crossover

masterlist (and writing guideline) — #avenger!reader x the pitt

FOR MY LAST TRICK (coming soon)

Jack Abbot x former avenger!reader

Summary: The new attending on the night shift is a complete mistery. She carries herself as if she's seen something worse than hell but smiles as if she has no worries. There's at least 7 bets running about her, and Jack can't stop wondering if she has skeletons in her closet too... And then, her past comes crashing down on the ER like a ticking bomb.

tags: coworkers to lovers; violence; mature; romance.

[snippet]

HERO 4 HIRE

Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch x former avenger!reader

Summary: There's a new regular in The Pitt, a woman prone to stumbles and misfortunes. She always comes when her wounds need stitching and wearing fading bruises, to the point Robby's getting worried. Until her face is all over the news: former avenger tears down crimelord and political connections.

tags: strangers to lovers; violence; injuries; mature; romcom.

[sneak peek]

chapter one: nice to meet ya | chapter two: nice to kiss ya

NO ONE DIES FROM LOVE (coming soon)

Jack Abbot x avenger!reader x Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch

Summary: People called them the three musketeers of the Pitt, they were inseparable and had an absurd amount of bets on them. So it took everyone by surprise when she accepted a fellowship at Stark Industries and never looked back. Years later, she's right where it all started, forced to face unresolved feelings business and not planning to stay.

tags: angstish drama; romance; explicit; rabbot is a warning.

chapter one | chapter two | chapter three

SEVEN MINUTES IN HEAVEN

Jack Abbot x avenger!reader

Summary: It was supposed to be a simple charity event to get donations for the ED, so how did he end up trapped in a room with a deadly beautiful woman flirting with him as if she hadn't been stabbed?

tags: romcom; explicit; jack abbot here is a warning.

click here to read the oneshot

SUGAR AND HONEY (coming soon)

Samira Mohan x avenger!reader

Summary: A hero level threat brings even more chaos to the emergency room of the Pitt, something they have only seen on the news and never thought could happen with them. And in the middle of the calamity stands an avenger in all her glory, helping to keep the ER safe and stealing Samira Mohan's heart during the process.

tags: romance; mature; friends to lovers.

[sneak peek]

oneshot

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[elkitot]

People I wanna see on the Pitt and what they would play cause why tf not (most of them playing small but hilarious roles of course) 

Richard Speight Jr- a con man who tries to con the interns

Tony Cavalero- a night club manager coming in with amnesia/ a concussion 

Raul Esparza - a musical director who breaks his leg on stage

Robert Sheehan-Myrna’s son who’s just as wild as her

Danny McBride - a stubborn father forced to come to the er by his concerned children

Jack Quaid- A Presby intern showing up at PTMH Because his injury is to embarrassing to go to his own hospital

Felicia day-would love to see her play Mckays sister

Kal Penn-a pot head who is convinced he can do his own medical procedures 

Riele Downs-a college student coming in wanting to interview Robby or abbot for an assignment and chaos ensues

Cooper Barnes- tbh would love to see him as Langdons Uncle OR older brother

Merritt Wever-A former nurse now patient who comments on every little thing

[ksascriptt]

oh nooo older man don’t put ur giant hand on my lower back noo that would be horrible

[richonnefan50]

Favorite genre of men is the ones that had the babyiest of baby faces when young but than once they hit their 40s something shifted (could prove that I just like older men 😭). God bless ageing , wrinkles,and grey hair 🤤🤤🤤

[deeninadream]

𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦’𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬:

𝑴𝒚 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔:

☆ 𝐶𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑀𝐿

☆ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑖𝑡𝑡 𝑀𝐿

☆ 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑀𝐿

☆ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑈𝑠 𝑀𝐿

☆ 𝑁𝑎𝑟𝑐𝑜𝑠 𝑀𝐿

☆ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑀𝐿

☆ 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑦’𝑠 𝐴𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑦 𝑀𝐿

☆ 𝑆𝑚𝑜𝑠ℎ 𝑀𝐿

☆ 𝑂𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠

☆・・・・☆・・・・☆・・・・☆・・・・☆

𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

[love-waitwhat]

A link to all my favorite bookmarked fanfics on ao3!

https://archiveofourown.org/users/carol_n_hr_410/bookmarks

[transfuserboxes]

can u make mark of a star character userboxes ?

but of COURSE!!!!!!!!!!!!

read mark of a star... crazy new pages coming out were so serious bruh were getting # PROFESSIONAL W IT!!! even if the um. currently posted pages are kinda ass.

...anyway

bonus!

[captainlakes]

MASTERLIST

✿ the hunger games

✿ the summer i turned pretty

✿ harry potter

✿ marvel

✿ bridgerton

✿ stranger things

✿ others (the pitt, maxton hall, white collar, gilmore girls, new amsterdam, aaron warner, etc)

[paranevitable]

new lineup for my comic since we didnt have a proper one that wasnt concept art... the style has since changed for the series so boom!!! here they are

[necromancy-savant]

The thing with textual media where the characters all have strong individual voices like Bartholomew Fair or The Locked Tomb is the cast in my head is half people I personally have known and half actors from TV shows I watch

[ashensamurai]

oh my god

you're so fucking right though lmao

Prime Minister Tony Abbott visits a daycare, 2013

[starkenobi]

would ever consider writing a avenger!reader x the pitt?

I can think of at least five ideas with this crossover, honey: former avenger working at the pitt. avenger on a mission around pittsburgh; former avenger now a hero/vigilante at pittsburgh; former the pitt becomes an avenger and visits the pitt; avenger reader helping during a critical event. Guess I'd have fun writing it!

update: this made me so excited so here's a masterlist for the five ideas coming soon!!!

[yestolerancepro]

Tolerance Ability Not Inability A Producer Commentary 25th Anniversary Edition

Part 3 – Employment

My commentary of Tolerance continues and we are looking at the part of the film that deals with employment.

7 minutes 50 seconds Robert is still struggling to get his job interview. I hate to say it, but 13 years later, although the awful phone boxes have all but disappeared, trying to use a cash machine from a wheelchair is still just as difficult. 

8 minutes 24 seconds On her way to work Julie is past by a car which parks in a disabled space. Julie is not happy when she realises that the person parked in the space is not disabled, but is in fact her boss, Mrs Jones, played by Kate Faulkner. (www.linkedin.com/in/kate-faulkner-a3264817)

Julie daydreams about what she would like to do to her boss, leading to a spoof of The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.

Don’t worry, Julie, Mrs Jones will get her just desserts later on. The car, by the way, belonged to Gemma Blagbrough’s Dad, Michael. In the scene Mrs Jones Pulls out an orange badge The badge changed Colour in April 2000 to blue The Blue badge scheme itself will be extended in 2019 to cover people with hidden disabilities such as mental health and Autism

We will be covering the issue of blue badge abuse in a future blog called when I'm feeling blue coming soon

This Happened on the 20th of August 2019 click on this link to find out Blue badge permits: Shake-up 'will increase parking demand' - BBC News

For the Tolerance Film publicity material I asked Kate what she remembered about filming the Good the Bad and the Ugly spoof and how  she found making the Tolerance film as a whole and could she beleave it was nearly 20 years ago since we made it

Oh this was such a fun scene to do. Richard (the director) knew exactly what he wanted so it was easy to understand and play the scene as he wanted. Can’t believe it was that long ago...makes me feel really old! I remember it being a lovely project and really enjoying working with everyone.

9 minutes 23 seconds Robert’s Job Centre scenes were shot at the Huddersfield Branch of Worklink, which provided disabled people with help when they wanted to enter employment. The organisation was closed in 2013 because of a loss of funding. Mr Grosenberg appears. Due to his high pitch voice, Gemma Blagbrough remembers that his scenes had to be shot several times, because we were all laughing so much. Mr Grosenberg was played in the Tolerance film by Tony Green. like Clare Abbot I have  been unable to find anymore acting credits for him.

 Lian John who played the unhelpful receptionist in the job centre sequences also doesn’t have any acting credits besides the Tolerance film which is sad the acting profession can be so unforgiving.

According to Rob Martin, the Worklink scenes were shot on 20 August 1999. 17 photos survive of that day’s shooting; most of them show the set up of the Mr Grosenberg scenes with the director, Robert Hellewell, and the actors David Smith and Tony Green.

Deleted scene

Next up is a small extension to the Mr Grosenberg scene in the Job Centre. It is another of Robert's dreams. Perhaps the director felt that it slowed the story up too much, or it did not add anything or perhaps the fact that Grosenberg had a voice like a Helium balloon was enough!

Props list for this deleted scene includes Ski mask Overalls big knife

Robert is looking at Mr Grosenberg. Mr Grosenberg is looking bewildered at Robert’s face, but what he cannot see is Mike Myers standing behind him, wearing a ski mask and overalls, and holding a gigantic kitchen knife. Mr Grosenberg turns to see the knife looming down on him and he holds up his hands to protect himself, as the knife swings down at his fingers.

When Robert complains in the job centre scenes that all he gets offered are training courses and that employers only see the chair and not him, this had all been experienced by Tolerance members and still happens.

It was something I tackled myself in a short film called The Employment Game, which I made as a training exercise prior to working on the Tolerance film.

Where Robert says he has a CV as long as my arm and that he is good at training courses because he has done some many over the years, this is because of my own personal experiences in trying to find work. 

I am hoping it will be possible to include The Employment Game on the planned Tolerance website. A blog looking at the making of The Employment game called Just the Job was published on August 9th 2024

11 minutes 19 seconds We cut to Julie, who is unhappy in her work. Mrs Jones tells her that she wants five copies of the work action plan and she needs them now. She later tells Julie that she can have the morning off, but first Julie has to tackle the monster photocopier. We chose the classical music, Car O Fortuna - Carmina Burana, by Carl Orff for the background music to this scene.   

According to Rob Martin’s notes, Julie’s work scenes were shot at somewhere called Oakmead on 19 August 1999. There are 37 colour photographs in total, including Kate Faulkner going over her lines with Claire Abbot and director, Richard Hellawell, as well as the setting up of  The Good, The Bad and The Ugly sequence. Those taking notes on how many script pages were shot on this day 9 pages of script were recorded in all   the most of the entire shoot.

To read more about the issues surrounding disability when looking for a job  please read the 3 part blog give us a Job written by Gemma Blagbourgh and myself as well the Tolerance Project extra pieces about Gemma Blagbourgh’s book how to build your business piece by piece you can find out more about the book by clicking here How To Build your Business | Jigsaw Training (jigsaw-training.org)

My commentary will continue in part 4, which will look at the aspect of the film dealing with accessibility, social life and relationships.

In the meantime if you want to help the Tolerance project read about or give a small donation at our gofundme page by clicking on the above link

Photo Captions

All Screengrabs taken from the Tolerance film thanks to Ian Medley

Pictures 1 to 3 the Good the Bad and the ugly spoof

Picture 4 Mr Grosenberg played by Tony Green

Picture 5 Lian John as unhelpful Job Centre receptionist

Picture 6 Julie Clare Abbot facing the Monster photo copier

Behind the scenes photos with thanks to Rob Martin

6 Kate Faulkner going through her lines with Actress Claire Abbot

7 Kate Faulkner going through her lines with Director Richard Hellawell

8 Oakmead set up shot for the Good the Bad and the ugly spoof

9 Office shot shot set up with Claire Abbot

10 Oakmead set up shot for the Good the Bad and the ugly spoof (2)

11 Worklink Ben Brown Richard Hellawell

12Worklink with Mr Grosenberg actor Tony Green and Ian Medley

13 Picture 8 Worklink Tony Green David Smith Becky Quartermaine

Notes

Quite a bit of new material is included in this version of the 3rd part of my Producers commentary details about the Orange disabled Badge changing colour to Blue Worklink closing and the Blue Badge Scheme extending to people with Hidden disabilities was originally included in an extended version of the article which has now been deleted from our Tumblr page.

Thank you to Kate Faulkner for the interview

Also Thank you to Doctor who magazine for letting me nick there Fact of fiction format ha ha

[ksascriptt]

BEGGING for asks and requests. Anything on my master list, and even other stuff. PLEASE

[mercvry-glow]

He's got eyes, but he can't see | In Another Light (1)

In Another Light masterlist - Jack Abbot x Ex!reader

warnings. age gap (jack is late 40s, reader is 27), exes to lovers, slow-burnish, jack and reader are really bad at feelings, reader is hinted to have some forms of depression and anxiety, more to come as series continues

summary. Night shift had once been your solace—a strange, electric kind of sanctuary where the world felt quieter, darker, and somehow more honest. Now, on your first official night back, everything and nothing feels the same. The hospital still hums with its familiar tension—beeping monitors, hurried footsteps, the low murmur of exhausted voices—but the comfort is gone, replaced by a dull ache that settles in your chest with every fluorescent flicker and passing gurney. You used to move through these halls like you were part of the machinery; tonight, you're a stranger in a place that once felt like home, and as the hours stretch ahead, thick with memory and unspoken resentment, you wonder if the night can ever truly be yours again—or if Jack’s shadow will always linger in its corners.

notes. AHHH it's here guys! Our official chapter one is here and ready for y'all to read! I'm pretty happy with this, so let me know what you guys think for the future of In Another Light!

wc. 2200+

It was 6:45 p.m. when you finally got the courage to step out of your car to leave the employee section of the PTMC parking garage. Sitting in your car, trying to stomach your six-shot iced oat milk vanilla latte, was easier than facing whatever the hell was going to happen tonight.

Jack’s truck was parked four cars to your left, and that already left a churning feeling in your stomach. He was here before you. You knew he would be—he always was. Routine ran in his blood like caffeine ran in yours. Still, the sight of his gray F-150 made your chest tighten like a pulled muscle.

You walked past it without looking twice, but your body noticed anyway. The crunch of your white sneakers on the concrete. The way the overhead lights buzzed just a little too loudly. 

Deep breaths in. 

Out. 

Then in again.

Mentally, you were already triaging yourself. Discomfort: chronic. Heart rate: elevated. Emotional reserves: low. 

You weren’t sure if the butterflies in your stomach were from anxiety or dread or both, but you swallowed them down with some more of your latte and pushed open the glass door.

PTMC’s entrance was quieter at this hour—day shift winding down, night shift still dragging their feet. You scanned your badge at the side entrance, the little green light blinking you in with an almost welcome.

The elevator ride down to the first floor felt like purgatory. Too short to fully breathe, too long to avoid thinking. The lounges were dim, a few night shifters already tucked in their corners, half-dressed in layers, sipping burnt coffee from the provided mismatched mugs.

You tossed your bag into your usual locker, the motion automatic. Your hands moved without you—pulling on your issued quarter-zip over your black scrubs, clipping on your badge, repositioning your pen light.

Parker leaned back against the wall next to your locker, having put her own stuff away, “Wow. Look who’s back.”

You gave her a dry look. “Miss me that much?”

“Like a hole in the head,” she grinned. “But you’re prettier.”

“Flatter me some more and I might actually stay.”

“Don’t tempt me.” She popped a piece of gum into her mouth and glanced at her watch. “We’re already one down. Tony called out too. So you’re jumping right in, and Abbot’s making Shen take triage.”

Of course he was.

You turned toward the clock on the wall. 6:59 p.m.

One more minute of quiet before it officially began.

You took a breath, steady and sharp, and told yourself: You’ve done this before. You can do it again. You do it every day.

Even if the ghosts of your past were waiting behind every curtain and trauma room door.

The board hadn’t changed much since yesterday.

You approached the nurse’s station slowly, tucking your hands into your jacket pockets as if that could somehow brace you against the rest of the night.

Little comforts, right?

Robby stood behind one of the desks, one hand balancing a coffee cup, the other flipping through a chart like it would suddenly change information. He looked like he hadn’t slept. Which probably meant he hadn’t.

“You’re early,” he said, not looking up.

“Hard to be late when you’re actively dreading it,” you replied, leaning a hip against the counter.

That got a tired huff out of him. “Still on that oat milk battery acid?”

“Still drinking it. Which says more about me than I’d like.”

He finally glanced up, brown eyes scanning you. There wasn’t judgment there—just something like quiet concern wrapped in too much familiarity.

“I want you with Shen tonight. Bay two is your guys when we get hit. Ellis and Abbot are taking one if multiple roll in.” He tapped the Ipad. “We’ve got two holdovers from earlier—MVA and a dumbass who fell off a roof trying to do some TikTok thing.”

You raised a brow. “Humanity’s finest.”

“I’ll walk you through them. Come on.”

You followed Michael around the desk and into the curtained bays. He talked through the cases, voice low and even. You nodded, asked a few important questions, scribbled notes on your pad like you weren’t here sometime yesterday. 

It should’ve been fine. It almost felt fine.

Until you glanced up—out of habit really—and saw him.

Jack.

He stood down the hall by north-six, his posture all sharp lines and quiet command, chart in hand, talking to someone you didn’t recognize. Gray quarter-zip pushed up to his elbows, scrub pants tucked into his usual work boots. Like nothing had changed.

Like a year ago hadn’t happened.

The sound around you dulled, just for a second. Your breath caught in your throat, lodged somewhere between memory and muscle. He didn’t see you—not yet—but you couldn’t tear your eyes away. 

It was like seeing a ghost. 

Only worse. 

Ghosts didn’t get to keep existing without you. 

“You good, kid?” Robby’s voice pulled you back, grounding and aware of who you were staring at.

You blinked, tore your gaze away. “Yeah. Yeah, just tired.”

His eyes narrowed just a bit. “You sure?”

You nodded once. “I’ll live.”

Robby didn’t press you. He never did when it really counted.

“Come on,” he said. “Let’s check on TikTok guy before he tries parkour off the bed.”

You followed him, one foot in front of the other.

But your pulse still beat loud in your ears.

And down the hall, Jack was still there.

Still himself. Still okay without you.

Jack leaned against the counter with a pen between his fingers, chart open but untouched. He wasn’t really reading it—hadn’t been for the last three minutes, not since he saw you walk in.

Across the floor, you were already helping an older woman with her oxygen cannula, crouched just enough to meet her tired eyes. Ellis stood beside you, chart in hand, but it was clear you were leading the interaction. Calm. Steady. Kind in a way that never felt performative.

“She’s good, all settled for the night.” Robby said, walking up beside his fellow attending.

Jack didn’t look at him. “Yeah.”

Robby took a sip of his coffee, eyes never leaving you. “Go easy on her tonight,”

That made Jack glance sideways, jaw tight. “You planning to lecture me?”

“Nope,” Robby said, popping the “p” casually. “Just reminding you of who she is,”

Jack exhaled through his nose, short and humorless. “Not your business.”

“Unfortunately,” Robby said, tapping his badge against his chest, “everyone’s business becomes mine eventually.”

Jack said nothing.

Robby watched you laugh at something Parker muttered, hand briefly brushing the patient’s arm in reassurance before you stood to check the monitor beside the bed. You looked lighter on your feet now—different than a year ago—but there was still something careful in the way you carried yourself. Like you were always bracing for an unknown impact.

“Don’t know how ready she is for this,” Robby said, softer this time. “But she didn’t miss a beat.”

Jack’s mouth pressed into a thin line. “She’s good at compartmentalizing.”

Robby turned to look at him fully. “No. She just has no choice.”

They stood in silence for a moment, the kind that settles between men who know there’s so much more to the conversation but choose, for now, to let it lie.

You were walking back toward the station now, tapping notes into the tablet cradled in your arm, focused and steady. The same soft ponytail. The same familiar way you chewed the inside of your cheek when you were thinking.

The same you—and yet entirely changed.

Robby nudged Jack with his elbow. “Don’t be weird tonight, alright?”

Jack didn’t answer.

Robby smirked. “I’m serious. Don’t screw up my best third year again,”

Then he pushed off the counter, dropped his empty coffee cup into the trash, and started down the hall. “Text me if the ER catches fire,” he called over his shoulder. “Otherwise, I’m pretending I’ve earned a full night’s sleep.”

Jack stayed where he was.

And when you passed him a moment later—eyes straight ahead, posture composed, not even a flicker of acknowledgement—he felt the space between you like an open gaping wound.

A quiet, barley-hidden one.

But it bled all the same.

The first few hours of your shift passed in a blur of motion—nothing dramatic, just the usual chaos that brewed under fluorescent lights and the buzz of cardiac monitors.

John had been decent company as always. Never quiet, but sharp. Efficient and funny was his personal motto. You handled the procedural tasks while he managed some of the floor, the two of you slipping into a rhythm that felt vaguely comforting.

Just like riding a bike.

By the time 9 p.m. rolled around, the ER had cooled just enough to breathe.

You stood at the nurses’ station once again, flipping through an empty triage packet when Shen handed you a fresh set of vitals.

“Room four’s post-fall. Nothing major—glucose crash and a bruised ego.”

You gave a tired smile. “Copy that.”

“Want me to take it?”

“Nah, I’ll knock it out.” You glanced at the clock again. “Might refill my water first though.”

He just nodded and wandered off, already charting something else. You made your way to the break room, tugging on your badge as you continued on your short adventure. The soft click of the latch gave way to the familiar quiet—a rare, sacred kind of silence in a place like this.

Inside the breakroom, the hum of the old refrigerator and the ticking wall clock were the only sounds.

You leaned against the counter for a second, letting your shoulders drop. The muscles in your neck ached from standing too stiffly. Your back protested in all the usual places. You grabbed your bottle, placing it under the watercooler tab for a few seconds, before taking a drink without looking up.

The door opened.

You didn’t have to turn around to know who it was. Something in your body went still—recognition without welcome. You focused on the water tumbler in your hand.

Jack stepped inside like he’d done it a thousand times, because he had, he worked here too for christ's sake. His steps paused briefly when he saw you, but he didn’t speak. Just moved to the counter next to you and pulled open the top drawer where the extra coffee pods were always stashed.

You watched the bottle twist around in your fingers. “You’re still drinking the hazelnut ones?”

His hand stilled on the drawer handle. “Yeah.”

You didn’t say anything else. Neither did he.

The silence between you was thick but not hostile—just full. Like everything neither of you said since your last encounter had gathered into the empty air around you.

Jack moved slowly, methodically—cup under the Keurig, pod locked in, button pressed. The smell of cheap coffee started to rise.

“You look tired,” he said finally, voice low and even.

You let out a quiet breath. “You still open with that line?”

“Only when it’s true.”

You glanced at him then—just for a second. His hair was a little shorter than you remembered. He hadn’t grown back the stubble he used to keep, jaw freshly shaven like he was trying to keep everything clean and simple.

“You gonna be okay tonight?” you asked.

He nodded. “Yeah, you’re here,” you raised an eyebrow, “Plus John and Parker, even if we’re down a few people you three can hold down the fort.”

You hummed an affirmative. “Robby seem to think we’re the dream team.”

That earned the smallest twitch of a smirk. “He’s getting delusional in his old age.”

You didn’t dare tell him he was getting old too.

Jack took his cup and leaned back against the counter, a few feet from where you stood. The room felt smaller now, like the walls had pushed everything a step closer.

Neither of you looked directly at the other.

“You doing okay?” he asked quietly, like it was an afterthought. Like he already knew the answer.

You took another drink of your water. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

Jack didn’t push.

He just stood there for a moment longer, sipping his coffee like it wasn’t burning his tongue. And then, with a soft nod and no goodbye, he pushed off the counter and walked out.

The door clicked shut behind him.

And you were left with the silence again.

Alone, just like when he left you the first time.