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also I just learned it can be up to 108 degrees monday, & with my heat intolerance my goal will be to Literally not die, so this weekend I hope to finally get my queue all set because I will not be available to exist when it's that hot

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ph michael leviton, 2025

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the sad realization that the pitt 2 writers could include a child being left in a car in the middle of a heat wave in the next season, which takes place over july 4th.

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supriya confirming my headcanon that she's from new jersey & that her mom is still there in today's interview <3

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text samira & text isobel while you’re at it:

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no matter what universe it is, if samira get's married? she's keeping her name professional. that's dr. mohan to you. today, tomorrow, forever.

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samira is sad, what are you doing for her

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text samira & text isobel while you’re at it:

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it bothers me more than it should that people keep referring to samira as a med student when they group her in with the younger characters. she & mel are both medical residents, they earned that. don't minimize it please <3

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adding more to the queue tonight<3

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Supriya Ganesh photographed by Michael Leviton

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only 7 more months until the pitt season 2.

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amara squinted up at him,  feet shifting as she measured the distance with theatrical seriousness.  ❝ you always do this,  robby,  ❞ she accused,  her voice full of laughter even as she bent her knees  &  sprang up with determination.  the first try barely grazed his fingertips,  but she only grinned wider,  undeterred.  ❝ okay,  okay — one more — ❞ she jumped again,  higher this time,  smacking both palms against his with a victorious clap that echoed just enough to make her giggle.  ❝ see? told you i could! ❞ she declared,  bouncing a little on the landing,  practically glowing. 

samira watched it all unfold with a quiet warmth pressing behind her ribs,  her arms loosely crossed as she leaned against the doorway.  ❝ you know,  one of these days she’s going to grow tall enough to make you regret these games,  ❞ she remarked,  voice dry but teasing as her gaze followed amara’s delighted spin back toward the cabinet.  ❝  &  i’m not going to save you when she does.  ❞

amara was already clutching her hands together,  eyes wide with glee as robby performed his slow,  deliberate reveal of the cabinet door.  ❝ ssshh,  we have to be stealthy,  ❞ she whispered with exaggerated urgency,  mimicking his seriousness.  ❝ dr.  shen has super hearing.  like a hawk.  a bagel hawk.  ❞ her eyes darted dramatically toward the breakroom door,  fully committed to the bit. 

samira let out a low chuckle,  watching them both.  ❝ i think i’ve lost control of the situation.  ❞ she lifted a brow toward robby,  her smile edged with affection.  ❝ remind me again which one of us is the adult here? ❞

robby smiles to himself when he hears amara out in the hallway, tucking away the medical journal he's been reading. he can think of no better interruption in the world. she bursts through the doors and his heart feels a little fuller, the weight on his shoulders a little lighter. ❝ hey, kiddo! up top.  ❞ he holds his hands just a little too high out of reach, so she has to jump to make it. while she's occupied, he directs his attention back to samira, offering what is dangerously close to a cocky grin. ❝ she's been talking about my bagel stash because she knows i've got the best one in the county.  ❞

when he sees amara beginning to tire of his antics, he lowers his hands to where she can reach them. ❝ nice one, champ.  ❞ robby throws her a wink and hauls himself up, nodding for her to follow. ❝ did i hear talk of cinnamon raisin out there?  ❞ the cabinets are, generally, not noisy at all, but robby makes a big show of opening them slowly, quietly. and there sits, in all of its glory, robby's bagel stash ( that is, if you don't count the other twelve dozen from this morning's order. ) the paper bag rustles and robby cringes and glances around, bringing his finger to his lips. ❝ we gotta be smooth about this,  ❞ he mutters conspiratorially, ❝ there's vultures everywhere.  ❞

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gonna eat & then fill the queue with both drafts & starters. maybe memes too? we'll see what happens as i get going.

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“isobel told me to go pet dogs. i’m bringing a friend for assistance.” jo laughs and takes her friend’s hand. guiding her towards the designated puppy pitt. the assistance she needs? is not bringing one home herself. her husband wouldn’t love that — or maybe he would! / @respondsfirst

samira barely had time to register jo’s mischievous grin before she felt her hand grabbed  &   tugged forward,  feet moving faster than her thoughts could catch up.  a reluctant laugh escaped her lips,  surprise  &   amusement mingling as jo practically dragged her toward the puppy pit like a lifeline.  the usual hum of hospital noise — the beeping monitors,  hurried footsteps,  distant calls — seemed to blur  &   soften,  replaced by the anticipation of something warm  &   gentle just steps ahead. 

as they rounded the corner,  samira’s breath caught at the sight waiting for them:  a cluster of puppies tumbling over one another,  tails wagging like little flags of pure joy.  soft fur in every shade,  bright eyes filled with innocent curiosity  &   unfiltered happiness.  she felt her shoulders relax,  the tight knot of stress loosening with every tiny bark  &   playful nip.  she didn’t protest — not really — because sometimes the only way to survive was to let herself be pulled into moments of lightness.  

samira glanced back at jo with a teasing smirk,  her voice low but steady,  ❝fine,  but if i get distracted … ❞ the promise of wagging tails  &  soft fur felt like a quiet rebellion against the chaos,  a small sanctuary waiting to remind her why these brief respites mattered more than she often admitted.  ❝should i help you smuggle one? ❞