Jack Abbot x Michael Robinavitch (Rabbot) Masterlist: Here!
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While I have one or two smutty fics, I generally avoid writing smut. I'm just not into writing it. No smut bashing from me.
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Having a blog dedicated to a personās genitalia is fucking weird. If it was a woman, everyone would be up in arms. Finding someone hot is one thing, over sexualizing them is another. Iāve noticed the increase in people going too far with Shawn Hatosy and itās not okay. Have fun and be respectful.
People are once again being weird about Shawnās teeth.
Saying you hate his ānewā teeth is not the compliment you think it is. As someone with crooked (among many other things) teeth, getting them fixed is not always cosmetic. They could have been causing problems or pain. Or maybe it was solely cosmetic. That was his choice. Maybe we just stop commenting on his teeth.
hihiiii when do you think your next fic will be outttt
I honestly donāt have anyone answer. Iāve not been doing well lately, Iām kind of drowning. I havenāt been able to force myself to do anything let alone write. Iām not sure when Iāll have anything new out. Iām sorry. I donāt want to disappoint anyone, I just canāt function right now.
āPeople should pass a test before being allowed to have kids.ā āIsnāt it scary how white people have this inborn capacity for evil?ā āIāll never pass because males and females have different skull shapes.ā āAutistic people have a stronger sense of justice than anyone else.ā āI donāt want AMABs in my space because theyāre dangerous.ā āYou shouldnāt have access to hormones if you dress like THAT.ā āAnyone who does something that awful isnāt human.ā āSome people really shouldnāt be allowed to vote.ā
This is eugenics. This is phrenology. THIS IS NAZI SHIT, YOU ARE A LEFTIST BUYING INTO NAZI SHIT. YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO NAZI SHIT.
TW: self-harm, blood, razors, self-hatred. Please take care of yourselves
Mia never had an answer when people asked her why she did it. She knew it frustrated her therapist. They definitely thought she was lying. She honestly didnāt know. Not really.
Things just built up and built up until there wasnāt anything else for her to do.
She had been clean from cutting for two years. She had a job that gave her purpose. She had a boyfriend who loved her and took care of her. Her life was, for the most part, going well.
But depression doesnāt care.
It just seeps into every crevice of your brain.
It coats everything in its oily residue.
She sat on the edge of her tub, a razor in her hand. A red drop fell to the tile floor. She watched it spread out against the white surface.
She had stopped crying an hour ago.
The wounds on her thigh pulsed with a warm ache. Maybe she did it so there was physical pain to match her mental anguish, she thought.
āMia?ā Jackās voice made her jump. She hadnāt heard the front door. She knew she should move. She needed to hide the evidence of her weakness. She couldnāt get her body to move. She couldnāt get herself to want to.
āHoney?ā The knock on the bathroom door shook her awake enough to start to panic. He would leave, she was sure of it. She was always too much for people.
āCan I come in?ā There was a tightness in his voice, like he was worried.
āIām fine.ā Her voice cracked, giving her away.
āIād like to see you. Iāve been trying to call you.ā Jack always texted halfway through his shift if they werenāt working together. He liked checking in. He liked having a moment to think of her in the midst of the chaos.
āIā¦.umā¦.ā She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry out for him to save her. She was scared.
āMia, Iām going to open the door.ā He was firm in a way that told her he was scared, too.
The door creaked open. Jack stood in his black scrubs. His eyes flashed with fear at the sight of blood coming from Mia. He didnāt immediately register the type of wound, just that there was one. He rushed forward, and the light caught the razor in her hand. He flinched back, realizing the situation he was now in.
āBabyā¦ā His voice was soft and quiet.
āIām sorry.ā The words were shy and small as the tears started flowing down Miaās cheeks.
āNo, itās okay. Itās okay, Honey.ā Jack reached up to wipe the tears from her face.
āI donātā¦I donāt know whyā¦I just couldnāt stop myself.ā Mia shook.
āIām going to take the razor, okay?ā Jack slowly took the offending sharp object from her hand, placing it on the counter.
āI donāt want to be like this!ā Mia couldnāt stop the sobs tearing from her chest.
āI know. Itās okay. Iām going to help you.ā Jack promised, sitting on the tub next to her. He gathered her in his arms, letting her soak his shirt.
They sat, clinging to each other, for twenty minutes before Mia caught her breath.
āI need to clean those cuts up. Iāll be right back. Iām going to grab my bag.ā Jack kissed her forehead as he got up and rushed out of the room.
Mia watched the rivulet of blood stain her skin. The tender flesh was red and angry. Her anguish was turning to anger. She hated that she was like this. She hated herself. Her shaking hands hovered over the fresh wounds before slamming into it. It sent of shock of pain up her leg. She almost felt relieved. In her mind, she deserved the pain. She raised her hand again.
āHey! Honey, donāt!ā Jack ran over, taking her hand in his.
āI hate it! I hate me!ā She cried, ripping her hand from Jackās grip.
āI love you. You hear me? I love you. Iāll love you, even if you canāt love yourself. Iām going to figure out how to get you through this.ā He promised without a second thought.
āI donāt deserve you.ā Mia couldnāt look at him.
āYou deserve me and more. You deserve happiness. Weāll get there.ā Jack wanted her to see herself the way he saw her. To him, she was the greatest person on the planet.
āIām going to clean your legs up. It might sting.ā Jack started focusing on the medicine. He knew exactly how to fix that part. He cleaned the wounds, bandaged her legs, made sure she was safe.
āIām so tired.ā Mia mumbled.
āI know.ā Jack brushed the hair from her face. āLetās go to bed. Tomorrow, weāll figure out what to do.ā
āā¦okay.ā Mia nodded. Jack stood up and offered her his hand. She took it and leaned into him as they fumbled toward the bed.
He made sure she was tucked in and comfortable before popping off his leg and climbing in with her. He held her closer, tighter, than he normally would. He was desperate to keep her safe.
i wanted to point out that noah wyle is in fact someone who makes decisions on the show because he is an executive producer. heās ofc not the only one who has any creative power but he definitely does have a say in what happens with the show. itās no hate to you or anything but people have the right to criticize the decisions going on behind the scenes when itās a pattern affecting women of color.
Youāre right, he does have power and should be part of the conversation. However, he doesnāt hold sole responsibility for the show. Of the three, heās the least powerful. John Wells and Scott Gemmill are never mentioned. Those are the two in charge of story decisions.
sometimes i think some of you are allergic to the men of color in the show. you will go to such lengths to avoid including characters like john and crus and mateo in your art and fics despite the fact that they are recurrent characters with good personalities who are also undeniably attractive like ???
Yāall my meds aināt working anymore and Iām falling down the hole of depression again. I know my parents will not understand. I just wanna be normal
I gotta say guys, everytime I see the word 'Dada' used to describe an older man it makes me wanna vomit.
Daddy I get as a kink, I understand the type of relationship it's meant to be portray but Dada... it's way too infantile to be sexy. It literally makes my body want to try heave.
