Some parallels between Langdon and House I’ve noticed are that House never hid the fact that he took Vicodin. He did it very openly, he was shameless about it. He even prescribed it to himself. Langdon on the other hand hides it, denies it, subverts, and I think that’s why House stealing drugs is funny whereas Langdon doing it is just kinda sad.

I know we shouldn’t be picking sides because it’s not that kind of show but lowkey like the lowest key… I’m team Santos. Hot, funny, good at her job, she was right about Langdon. I feel like if she worked for House she wouldn’t have had to tell anyone about the Vicodin because everyone already knows. She may have had a problem with it, sure, maybe raise it with Cuddy and even get mad at her for not doing anything but she wouldn’t have to go as hard as she did with Langdon because Langdon is a master pretender. Everyone loves him, and I don’t love that someone like Garcia who is supposed to have her back is all like “oh well you don’t play well with others.” Bullshit! Trinity can be a team player she just doesn’t wanna work with someone who was stealing drugs from patients and lying about it which I think is completely fair.

Round these parts we don’t fux with langdon

langdon offering to pay for louie’s burial STOP

Did anyone notice how weirdly Langdon reacted when Dana was telling him to not pay for a proper funeral for Louie. When she tells him “the success of your sobriety is the support system you have” and shes talking about Abby being there for him. BUT I DONT THINK SHE IS, his reaction was like “ha oh yeah right” its suspicious to meeee

The Pitt 2x10

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I feel so, so bad for Mel. She had to endure the stress leading up to the deposition, then the shitty deposition itself, which made her feel worse, then she gets thrown back into the ED with no preamble

and now she’s even more concerned about Becca, because her sister is having sex, and didn’t tell her. It’s hard for Mel to accept that Becca is an adult and allowed to make her own choices. I hope Mel gets the support she needs because it can’t go on like this. like, babygirl, you are stressed, and burnt out, and you need help.

It’s easy to feel like Santos is being too passive aggressive and too mean, and that we should just forgive Langdon and give grace because he has made progress

but we gotta realize that she only knew Langdon for one day. She didn’t know him for years, or build up a friendship or at least a cordial dynamic. All she knew was from his worst day after a long time of his addiction going on. She knew him for one day and figured out what was going on when his coworkers and friends had no idea what he was doing.

and it’s understandably really hard to just let it go. Sure, she needs a therapist, and has a lot to learn, but it’s also wrong that she’s been treated like a pariah just because she found out what Langdon was doing. I know his friends support him, but I feel like they can’t see it from her point of view because their bias is too strong.

also, sidenote, I’m surprised that Garcia never reached out to Langdon if they have loyalty to each other, and seem to be friends.

maybe it’s too much to hope for, but I want to hope that Santos and Langdon can come to some sort of understanding between them.

I do wish Jack had been there for help Samira; he would’ve absolutely taken her seriously, and tried to step in when Robby was being an asshole. (and yes, of course from a Mohabbot shipper, I would’ve loved to see him step in)

Speaking of, I know Robby’s mental health is hanging by a very thin thread, but holy shit in the entirety of this show, I have never, ever, heard him be as condescending as he was to Dr. Mohan. I don’t know what it would take for Robby to actually get help, but it might be a miracle

yes, I am glad he apologized, but now their working relationship is on even thinner ice

Also, seeing Whitaker and Oglvie briefly react to Robby’s nonchalant, passive aggressive answer about Mohan is also not a good sign. Even Oglvie, whom we’ve seen be insensitive sometimes, was taken aback

yes, Javadi should’ve been more on top of things with the patient that almost died, and at the same time, it’s a hell of an adjustment to go analog and keep up when it’s something you’ve never experienced before

I love Santos and I enjoy every moment of her screen time but Garcia is right about pulling it together and being civil in the workplace. And, just so we’re clear, Santos is wrong: Langdon should not have been fired. Firing Langdon would have violated his rights under the ADA and possibly Pennsylvania law (I am not licensed in PA, so I’m not sure off the top of my head). Substance abuse is a disability, and while he could have been fired for stealing, the recommended course of action would typically be leave, rehabilitation, and whatever PA requires for a physician to maintain his license under the circumstances. Now that he’s back at work, the hospital could fire Langdon for a separate, unrelated infraction but a risk averse hospital administration is unlikely to court a discrimination/retaliation suit where the employee was otherwise exemplary and has been cleared to return to work by both the state and healthcare practitioners. So anyway, I get where Santos is coming from but it’s that kind of attitude that leads to a lawsuit. And sometimes it’s time to admit you just don’t like your coworker. Also Santos should probably stop making all of those comments because those, too, could lead to a lawsuit.

In conclusion: everyone on this show needs to go to sensitivity training ASAP. Especially Robby.

I zoomed in on Langdon’s wedding ring in tonight’s episode and

of course langdon found a way to come back

the parallels between puglesi and langdon’s “i’m not an addict” speeches…whew

langdon why don’t you try APOLOGIZING to santos since you started screaming at her

i want to make a trans fem langdon fic but i have no ideas for a story other than “trans fem langdon” and “hates being complimented on looks/the nickname dr ken/etc bc dysphoria”

literally saw one post abt langdon being a CODA and im so 100% obsessed and if his parents aren’t deaf ill cry. his particular brand of bluntness and sarcasm are sooo deaf family codeddddd. me too langdon, me toooooo. im so good at saying things that are appropriate in sign that no one would think twice about and that makes hearing people absolutely blanche

Finding out Langdon was canonically married to a woman was so insane to me. He was there like “my wife” and my honest reaction was “your WIFE?? You mean your husband”

Robby and Whitaker, feels like Johnny Lawrence and Miguel Díaz, and there’s Langdon, a.k.a Robby Keene. Biological son vs pupil.

man, seeing Langdon so shook by what Robby said breaks my heart

like, goddamn, his first day back, and he’s trying so hard, and finally apologizes to his friend, his attending, only to essentially be told that Robby may not want him there anymore

I’m trying to find a younger Frank faceclaim for my ‘The Pitt: Younger Years’ series and I think I finally narrowed it down to Jaeden martell. So let me know if he’s a good younger Langdon or if I should hit Wattpad again and go back to looking.

I also find it funny I was able to find them doing the kinda same expressions

The Pitt 1x10 4PM

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forgiveness - סְלִיחָה

pairing: frank langdon & michael robinavitch

summary: coming back to work, frank is overwhelmed by his personal life falling apart and robby not talking to him that he gets stuck regressing during a shift, causing him to break down in the doctor’s lounge

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, involuntary/impure age regression, self-hatred, a lot of shame and self-hatred from frank, divorced frank, addiction mention, little!frank and caregiver!robby, implied robby x langdon,, can be platonic or romantic its up to you, robby is referred to as daddy and frank is referred to as his little/baby boy and its not sexual

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a/n: i need robby and frank to make up immediately so i’m reimagining episode one. this is for another ask! it’s kinda a part two to my original regressor!frank fic. the hebrew is selichah which means forgiveness, specifically, welcoming the offender back into fellowship

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first shift back and frank is on edge, rolling his wedding ring round his finger. he shouldn’t be wearing it; his marriage is done, he’s only allowed supervised visits with his kids, his family has fallen apart. it’s his fault, but he has not the guts to own up to that yet. he can own his addiction, his crimes, but not how he ruined his own life. he refuses to accept that, not yet.

but it’s hard when his ring feels looser than usual and robby’s avoiding a conversation with him like the plague. 

“robby, can we talk?” robby gives him that tight lipped look and rubs his neck. frank already knows what he’s gonna say, he’s been with robby too long to not.

“not right now, i’m busy,” robby starts to move, looking in every direction but frank. 

“please, you’re leaving today,” frank follows him, trying to hide the desperation in his voice, “for three months. can we just talk?” 

“not now,” robby repeats, “i’m busy.” 

“before you leave?” frank feels himself start to feel small, regressing slightly as his mind flicks back to every time his father left him alone in the house as a child. he wants to wrap his fingers round robby’s jacket like he used to do with his dad, holding on so tight, begging him not to leave him here alone. “please can we talk before you leave?” 

“yeah,” robby snaps, his jaw clenching, “we’ll before i leave, but not right now.” frank can only nod, feeling even smaller as he finds it harder to speak. before he can get any words out, robby walks away, leaving frank feeling like a kid in the mall without his mom. he ducks his head slightly and patters off to his patient, trying to ignore robby’s attitude.

-

as he works with his patients he feels himself get smaller, involuntarily slipping into little space despite his every attempt to not. as he starts to struggle with words he realises he has to sit out for a moment until he can be big again. this isn’t safe for anyone. he calls donnie over and has him swap out for him, before slinking away into the doctor’s lounge. 

frank pours himself a warm drink and curls into a ball on the couch. he’s so scared of someone seeing him like this, but he physically can’t do anything else. he sips his drink, feeling it warm his insides, and hugs himself tighter, enjoying the comforting feeling of both. it doesn’t stop the sinking feeling every time he thinks of robby. he wants his carer back. he’s healthy and sober now, doesn’t that mean he gets to be loved again?

he tries to force his mind out being little, thinking about every patient he has that’s waiting on him. but every time he tries, the world feels like it’s caving in, he can’t breathe, and then he slips back into little space. 

placing his mug down, he starts to gently rock himself, taking his lip between his teeth to suckle on it, too scared of someone seeing to suck his thumb. it eases him, his chest feeling lighter, but his emotions start to come with that. the pain of robby not being there for him hits him, not as hard as it did on those nights in rehab where he wasn’t little, but it still hurts. he presses his eyes into his knees as tears well in his eyes. he can’t stop them from coming but he refuses to let anyone see him crying. 

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robby walks past the doctor’s lounge, doing a double take when he see a ball of black scrubs on the couch. he glances in the door and sees langdon, curled up and crying into his knees. his instinct is to ignore frank and get back to work, but he can’t. no matter how hurt he feels by what frank did, he can’t leave his baby. 

as he pushes the door open fully, making frank look up. the man’s eyes are rimmed red and bloodshot with tears rolling down his cheeks. a part of robby aches seeing his little boy in this much pain. frank tries to wipe his tears away and sit properly on the couch, but robby quickly sits down next to him. he notices the warm drink on the table and sighs; he’s been around frank for over four years now, he’s cared for him for most of that time, he can tell when frank’s feeling little. 

“what’s wrong, baby?” robby whispers, wrapping his arms around frank’s shoulders, pulling him close, “daddy’s here now, it’s okay.” he rubs frank’s back as the man leans into him, shifting into his lap. the tears come harder as frank’s arms curl round robby’s middle and his face is pressed into robby’s shoulder. he missed his daddy so much, the simple comfort of a hug having been deprived of him for almost a year. 

“missed you, daddy,” frank chokes out, his voice muffled by robby’s scrubs, “‘m so sorry, daddy— ‘m so sorry— promise ‘m sorry—”

“hey, shhh,” robby whispers, patting frank on the back gently, starting to sway, “it’s okay, baby. i know, i know you are. daddy knows you’re sorry. just relax. deep breaths for me, okay?” frank tries to listen, breathing in and out, trying to focus on robby’s breathing. 

he calms himself down a bit, turning his head to snuggle it into robby’s neck as he lets his daddy rock him gently. his breathing evens out and he lets out a soft hum, relaxing against robby.

“that’s my boy,” robby hums, bringing a hand up to cradle frank’s head, “you think you can talk to me now?” frank shrugs. “doesn’t have to be big kid words. you can talk to daddy however you need to.” frank squirms, bringing a hand to robby’s chest to curl into his shirt.

“didn’ wanna be lil,” he mumbles, “could’n help it.” robby nods, staying quiet as he lets his baby take his time. “you’re mad at me n it hurt too much,” frank’s voice cracks, “‘m so sorry, daddy.”

“it’s okay, kid,” robby hugs frank tight, “i know you’re sorry, and i’m sorry that i made you upset. i didn’t mean to— it’s just— daddy was hurt by what you did. i— i wanna forgive you, but it’s gonna take a while.” frank whimpers, curling his head towards himself. “hey,” robby tilts frank’s head up, “daddy’s got feelings too and they got hurt. it’s gonna take some time for me to heal, but not forever. i can try and be there for you when you need it, but things will be different.” 

frank turns his head away from robby, feeling ashamed of himself and angry that he ruined what they had. the tears come back and he pulls away from robby, sobbing as he tries to squirm out of his lap. robby just holds him tight to him, cooing softly at him to try and calm him down.

“it’s okay, baby, i promise,” robby whispers, “i’m still your daddy and you’re still my baby boy. that’s never gonna change— i swear.” frank gives up his fight, slumping against robby, just crying into his shoulder weakly until the sobs dissipate to sniffles. “there you go,” robby rocks frank again, “it’s all gonna be okay, baby boy. daddy’s right here.”

“but what about when you’re not?” frank sniffles, “what about when you’re mad at me?” robby shakes his head, kissing frank’s forehead.

“i’m sorry i got so mad at you, baby. i was really hurt,” robby clenches his eyes shut, remembering how bad it hurt finding those pills, how he screamed at frank, and how frank tried to throw it back on him, “you hurt me. but i should’ve handled it better— at least i should’ve handled this part better. i’m sorry i was avoiding you. i didn’t think i was ready to talk to you about this— i was scared.” frank looks up at robby.

“i scared you?” 

“no, kid,” robby shakes his head, looking down at the coffee table, “i was scared of facing that hurt— of letting you back in so you could hurt me again.” he looks back at frank. “i have to trust you again, and that’s terrifying. but i’ll do it for you, for my boy.” he kisses frank on the forehead again, choking up. 

“because, honestly, i missed having my baby here with me,” he smiles down at frank as tears well in his eyes, “i missed you, frank. i missed my friend and my baby boy.” frank reaches his arms up and wraps them round robby’s neck, hugging him tight.

“i missed you too, daddy,” frank cries, clinging to robby. the older man pats him on the back, pressing his cheek against his.

“i know, baby,” he hums, tears slipping down his cheeks, “i know. you don’t need to anymore. i’m right here. always.”