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I'm happy to be stuck in this desert, guys :D
Jack and Robby have been on the roof longer than they usually are. After the stress of Pittfest and Leah dying, walking back down the stairs seems too exhausting to even consider.
"Maybe we should think about taking the easier way down", Jack jokes half-heartedly, not entirely convinced Robby won't actually do it.
"Still talking. Fuck. Let's go get those drinks", Robby replies, scrubbing a hand down his face, suddenly looking older than Jack has ever seen him.
As they walk down, they hear a sound from the 8th floor, a quiet groan, followed by a whine.
"The fuck? Isn't that part abandoned?" Jack asks, knowing full well it is.
"Maybe a Psych patient escaped, wouldn't surprise me on this shit day. Just the fucking cherry on top, having to wrangle a guy down the stairs"
They carefully walk to where the sounds are coming from, increasing in pitch and volume.
"Sounds more like a fucking puppy than a guy, brother", Jack jokes, clearly unnerved.
Sneakily peaking around the corner, what they see is not a Patient or an animal, but..
"Whitaker?", Robby hisses, "What the fuck are you doing up here?"
He doesn't react though, eyes shut, writhing on a thin cot in the corner, still making those frankly pathetic sounds.
They silently creep closer, when they see he's not wearing a shirt, upper body shining with sweat and his boxers are completely wet.
"Fuck, brother. I think the puppy is having a nice dream, he could power AI for a year with how soaked he is."
As Jack is talking, Dennis whimpers a word.
"Doctor!"
"Huh, who do you think he's dreaming about? You, probably, with the way you've been touching him."
"Jack, I'm going to go drag you back up the roof and throw you off. It's not my shift anymore so the night shift can scrape you off the-
"Doctor Abbot please", the boy keens.
"What.", both men snap out of it.
"Guess I must have really made an impression" Jack smirks, wandering over and stroaking the younger mans hair.
"You fucking-"
"Robby- Daddy, please let me- I need to", the squirming intensifies and he's now trying to hump the air.
"Hmm, guess he's not picky. Little whore, should we wake him? Give him something to actually dream about?", Jack asks, hand already drifting down to the soaked boxers. One of his fingers press down and-
"Hrnghhh", Dennis' back arches off his bed, the singular touch to his clit enough to make him finish.
They expect him to wake up, to realise what happened but instead, he just curls up, unconsciously grabbing Jacks arm and dragging him down onto the mattress.
"Guess we should wait for him to wake up, huh? C'mere big guy, you can fit on here too, give him something nice to wake up to."
They have a restful night of sleep for the first time in months.
"What the fuck", Dennis yells as he wakes up cuddling with his attendings
Merry Christmas to everyone who celebrates! 🎄🎁🍪☕️
(what a lovely excuse to draw sbi being all cozy and relaxed)
One of my favorite realizations from biology is that like... every creature is your relative. You look at your sister or brother or your parents and you think "that's my family" and you look at uncles and second cousins and distant relations you've never met and think "well I don't know them as well, but we're all part of the same... clan, you know. They're my family too". Surely not everyone thinks this, but some people do. Well anyway, that same thing is true of your dog. The ants crawling on the ground. The birds in the sky. They are, literally, members of your extended family. Not merely as species but as individuals, the way each brother or cousin is an individual member of your family. There is no line between these things. My distant relation, this guy, this bug crawling around. I'm related to him. We're very different, we've lived different lives and are good at different things. But he's my family.
and im more closely related to raccoons than possums. And more closely related to possums than pigeons. And more closely related to pigeons than wasps. But all of us want my sandwich
Classic source of family drama.
this is almost certainly a post ive made before but when a character's grief is so strong it fully alters the form of the narrative itself... moby dick being so much longer than strictly necessary because ishmael's grief made him stall for time in the telling of the tragedy... harrow the ninth being in second person because harrow was so grief-stricken that she herself was not capable of making narrative sense of the events of the novel and so someone else had to do it.... do u know what i mean
ok WAIT. SO TRUE
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its out! my completed piece for the summer portion of the @boatemvillagezine !!!
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i’ve drawn your man. @kitsuneisi i love you mr beast.
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I really don't draw my limited life grian design enough..
when will the sea give us our Grian back
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