Burn down, Regrow.

they/them "Life can be so fucking hard. But it gets better. And there are people who can and want to help you with whatever you're dealing with" - Trinity Santos Myelofibrosis Warrior Just a person navigating the world as a disabled, cancer riddled creature and make the best of it Furry, The Pitt, Stranger Things, Equestrian, Artist, Writer, Animal Lover At the end of the day, at least i know i've tried my best.

[helvyeah1]

bring your kid to work day

[inkforwords]

Shawn said "Dennis and Robby building a crib while Jack does yoga" and I said, 3 men and a baby, sign me up. (thinking of the movie). So we've got Dennis, Jack, and Robby with Aunt Trinity.

[logicallyserial]

hucklerabbot takes europe 💪

[orlovbats]

Little Dennis loves Bert and Ernie because they remind him of Robby and Jack (his daddies).

[chasing--coyotes]

My mom: are they gay? (Robby and Whitaker)

Me: in our dreams

[astronomical-light]

Robby/Abbot, curls

Jack’s breath evens out sometime between the second and third act of the movie, and Robby tries to stay as still as he can until the end credits start rolling; his leg went numb at least fifteen minutes ago, pinned in place by the weight of Jack’s head—the base of his curls glint burnished bronze in the diffused glow of the lamplight, rich warmth hidden underneath solid streaks of grey, and Robby’s fingers twitch with the urge to sink deep into the strands, but he doesn’t dare.

His heart thumps like a kickdrum in his chest, heavy reverberating pulses that pound up against each and every rib; he doesn’t know why he feels so nervous—because there’s no other word to describe the tightness in his throat, or the way he feels like a balloon that’s about to burst. Jack had mentioned he’d been having trouble falling asleep lately, and Robby knew it had to be worse than he wanted to let on if it was bad enough that he brought it up and all, so Robby doesn’t want to risk stirring him from even the briefest snapshot of stolen rest.

Jack lets out a muffled noise, softly grumbling in his sleep, and then he turns over, curling closer without seeming to wake. Robby sighs in relief as long dark lashes stay fanned out over the top of freckled cheeks, and he wrings his hand in the throw blanket that’s draped over the back of the couch, twisting the tassels between his fingers in lieu of what he wishes he could touch instead.

[saucemama]

down. good boy

[chasing--coyotes]

1 year ago today I was on the table for 5 hours for a high risk procedure to remove a giant mass that took over half my kidney. The mass that made me code in an ambulance, the cancer that had me throwing up so much every day I was surprised I was still alive with my blood sugar unable to even keep in the 70s cause I couldn’t keep nutrients unless they were pushed into my port. One that made me unable to move or stay conscious or remotely enjoy anything and begging to die every second of every day because then it was the only thing would bring me any relief. Managing leukemia and renal cell was hell, and a lot of people showed their true colours. People came, but mostly people went. But I can tell you I am so thankful for everyone that’s been by my side in this adventure, the friends I’ve met in the chronic illness community, and most importantly all my friends over at the ranch. I never felt more loved and supported than I do with them and there, they met me at my worst as I pushed through to be my very best and continue to. You guys and Birchy and Jo helped me beyond more than I could ever thank you for.

My husband and best friend who had to seen the absolute worst of me, the worst of the worst.

Oh, and Renal Cell Carcinoma can kiss my fruity ass because I lived fucker.

**(I still have leukemia)

[lilkitschcreature]

he's exactly where he wants to be <3

[confirmance]

*Mutual reblogs something you posted*

Me: They still like me. Thank God.

[kazoosandfannypacks]

reblog this post to let the mutual you reblogged this from know that you still like them

[hrast-ika]

Trinity "i will be kind to you but cover it up with some bullshit" Santos my beloved <3

[springbon-t-art]

~Oh… to be in such a place…~

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~A place called Home…~

❤️🖍️🌈🧡🥀🦋💛🐛🍎👁️💙🏠✨

PLEASE DO NOT STEAL

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[chasing--coyotes]

Utilizing my free will and drawing Jack and Sienna

[softtachycardia]

thinking about going to get sushi with jack and doing that trend where you eat a piece off your partner's bicep. he's so confused at first because usually when you pull your phone out at dinner it's to take a selfie, and you just immediately tell him to get out of the frame. instead, you grab his arm, prop his elbow on the table, and tell him to flex. he gives you the most suspicious look but does it anyway because, unfortunately for him, he'd let you talk him into just about anything. that man is so whipped.

you carefully set a piece of sushi on his bicep, add the tiniest drop of soy sauce, and lean in to eat it. he's completely stunned. never in a million years did he think this would be something that got to him, but then you swipe your tongue over the little drop of soy sauce you'd missed and suddenly he's forgotten there are other people in the restaurant.

before you can even stop recording, his hand is sliding behind your neck, fingers disappearing into your hair as he tips your chin up to kiss you. you just smile into it because... yeah. the trend worked a little better than expected. and you know dinner is going to be over a lot sooner than either of you intended.

[lostlamblizzie]

forever thinking about the fact that perlah alawi also had such a terrible awful fucking shift and managed to smile through most of it. stay her reliable self through most of it. even her emotions over louie didn't take over. she only let herself break on the roof, after the shift was done. perlah alawi I love you so so so much

[koifee]

Wearing your boss’s hoodies while he’s on sabbatical 🫪

[lovaeir]

making out with jack and he has to keep reminding you to slow down…

MDNI 18+

based of this perfect ask from my sexy hot mootie 🫶🏽

Jacks got you perched on his lap on his couch, his big hands resting on your hips, slowly guiding them back and forth on his bulky thighs. Your arms are draped over his shoulders, tangling in the curls that rest at the nape of his neck.

You’ve been making out on his couch for about a half hour now, and it’s agonizing. You’re sure if you were to get up there’d be a wet splotch on his jeans from how wet you are.

But every time you try to speed things up he’s slowing you down again. Both of your chins slick with saliva, you move your lips quicker against his, pushing your head forward to get impossibly closer.

But he’s raising a big rough hand to your chin, pinching it between his fingers and manually slowing down your movements. You can feel the sleazy smirk he’s wearing as you whine and your hips buck up once more, his hand finally sliding off your face back down your body.

“Stop whinin’” he’s growling roughly from the time his voice has been idle it’s gone a little raspy, “got all the time we want, promise I’m gonna make you feel good, just wanna kiss on you a little” he’s whispering against your mouth before sloppily licking his own saliva off your chin and shoving it back into your mouth with his tongue.

Every time you speed up, even if you don’t notice it, he’s grabbing you and easing your jaw, pulling it down as he licks into your mouth, and slowly pushing it back up to connect with his own lips to yours, setting a speed, a rhythm. He’s nodding when you finally catch onto the speed he’s content with “theeree ya’ go” you can feel his teeth against your lips when he smiles and lets out a little “you’re learning now hm?”

And you’re just nodding and whimpering, hips grinding harder against his jeans.