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／ hi pittverse friends, i am taking a step back here. feel free to keep in touch on @R9DRIG3S, otherwise, olive is clocking out. 🤍

@hucklempathy ／ IT GETS WORSE HAHAHAHA.

@brittIebone / deran’s my beloved <3333 but god the season 2 finale is crazy…

scintilla.⠀ has anybody here seen animal kingdom and if so can i talk to you about the season 2 finale bc omg

santos threatening me????

／ can i write a solo about young samira and losing her dad— her mother’s grief.

／ they’re gonna get married in season thirty two and have a daughter

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realizes. it doesn’t sharpen it either. it just strips it bare. after dark, there’s less ceremony. fewer qualifiers. fewer apologies. a decision is allowed to stand on its own.

deliberate. familiar. she lets it breathe. she’s learned this pause over time. different shifts, same corridor. the walls don’t care who’s arriving or leaving; they’ve witnessed this choreography before. night doesn’t soften his judgment, she

that look usually means a decision has been made, and there’s a drift caught. or not. samira catches it at shift change, that thin, unguarded seam in the day when the unit briefly forgets who belongs where. the hallways swell with bodies

／ mohabbot … RISE. RISE.

anyone. despite the invitation.

“ if you’re sure you want the company. ” she doesn’t frame it as a favor. she doesn’t move yet. she simply stands there; present, steady, letting the offer settle between them without pressure, without assumption. she doesn’t want to burden

samira listens without interrupting, the way she always does—— like she’s cataloging the weight of every word, every unsaid thing. she recognizes the posture trinity wears so well: the practiced lightness, the humor stretched thin over