Run Rabbot Run

I’m obsessed with these two old men. — This is mostly a Rabbot/Noah/Shawn blog, but I'll defintely post some other Pitt art/fics/vids. There's too much talent in this fandom to pass up some of the fan works for other characters and ships. — I will also undoubtedly post some character x reader fic, but I’ll tag everything for the block list.

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[comingaback]

sleepy noah

[unc-peepaw]

Puppy eyes Jack

[one-dimensional-pervert]

I’m watching CSI and recognized someone

[jackabbot]

What happened? I guess that's the question. How could this awful, senseless thing happen?

ER (1994-2009) 3.12 • Post Mortem

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[valeron99]

Whatever happens, I've got you ❤️‍🩹

[orderofoddfellows]

rabbot is everywhere

(if u blur ur eyes a little)

[service-pup-whitaker]

"So... dare I ask what that was about?" Jack asked with a not-so-subtle humor in his voice. He kept pace with Robby even as the man bristled.

"What what was about?" Robby responded with a small sideways glance. Was playing dumb the smart choice here? No. It rarely was. But, hey, maybe he could avoid acknowledging the elephant in the room.

"Myrna."

That said, Robby has been expecting this conversation for ages now. Those lovingly given nicknames aren't said quietly nor shyly. Everyone has some ranging from lewd to downright absurd, at least the guys do. He takes a breath, shaking his head a little as the two of them stepped out into the night.

"You've got to know where it came from, no? Get caught at a bad time?" Jack egged, bumping into Robby with his shoulder and causing them both to stutter-step. "Tit-for-tat. You can ask about any of mine after."

"She's just a bit special. Can't read too much into it." Robby dismissed again. Jack scoffed.

"For some, sure. Calling me 'hopscotch' is one thing, but 'fruitcake'?"

"She overheard a private conversation between myself and a colleague." Robby relented, pulling his backpack tight to his back and drumming his fingers on the strap, "A patient came in after he 'slipped and fell'." "Ahh... produce or plastic?" Jack interjected, Robby shot him a look over his shoulder. "We didn't know at the time. Started a betting pool after we got him settled and sent up for imaging." He paused, warmth blooming at his cheeks. "A few people started discussing why someone might engage in such activities." "and..?" "And I mentioned the obvious, there's the prostate and a lot of men find that a pleasurable spot to stimulate." "Huh." Jack nodded in thought, his gaze wandering along the sidewalk as they crossed through the park, "I take it you answered with a little too much insider info?" "I don't think that's anything you need to know." Robby answered with casual defensiveness and a shake of his head. "It really does feel nice, y'know." With that comment, Robby had to do a double take. Jack snorted. "... what?" Robby really doesn't need to know that, nor should he. What Jack does in his free time, so long as it isn't going to get him killed, isn't any of Robby's business. But he was still oddly caught on the idea of Jack... was it with his wife? Was it on his own? A hookup? Robby tried hard to push that aside. That's his coworker. His friend. He should NOT be thinking about the man in a sexual manner. And, almost needless to say, it was a little weird for a straight man to fixate on what another straight man has or hasn't put in his ass. Maybe he had some deconstruction to work on later. Something about this was putting him off. "That's uh.. good to know, I guess." Robby stumbled over his words just as he stumbled off of the curb, almost grateful for the way Jack's hand snapped out to yank his backpack. "Got any nicknames you want to ask me about? Can't say I have too many interesting stories like that." Jack asked as he steered the man back onto the sidewalk until the crosslight changed. He spoke so casually. So comfortably. Like he hadn't just said something Robby was definitely going to be thinking about later. "I have always been curious about 'freckle-puncher'..."

[diekaiserin5]

welcome back

[julitypes]

there is something so, so comforting about rabbot to me.

they both hold high-stress positions in their careers but have such a specific focus on each other's wellbeing while working. the way they know the other so well and have held a bond for so long, they know every specific tic and mannerism that's a warning sign.

i just think they are so extremely special. they've experienced so many hardships separately but somehow find a way to one another each time. it just makes my chest ache. they are so full of love.

[dilflovingmisandrist]

john carters nose john carters nose john carters nose john carters nose UGHHHHHH #needthat

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[orlovbats]

I bought Dr. Robby's green fleece (it's a Patagonia Better Sweater in the colour Torrey Pine Green), which arrived today. The fleece is great, but this post isn't about that. This post is about how a flyer fell out from the folds of the fleece which, upon closer inspection, I discovered to be an advertisement for an anti-suicide charity. Hilarious stuff.