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SHAWN HATOSY as LEVI GIGGS LONGMIRE 1.07 8 Seconds
kitty kisses will cure his depression ❤️
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wip wednesday
it’s already past midnight here so, technically, it’s wednesday for me. here’s a snippet of “i see the signs of a life time (you till i die)”, the jack abbot x plus size divorced dating influencer reader (jfc, that’s a mouthful) fic
it was exactly what you needed, some good cheap booze, nice music and a chat with the bartender. the atmosphere engulfed you the moment you stepped your foot inside the bar. low yellow lights, the smell of beer and laughter followed you as you made your way to the counter. sitting on the only available seat, between a girl talking excitedly to her friend and a lone older gentleman with more salt than pepper hair, you flagged the bartender. “what’s your poison, sweetheart?” the charming barkeeper asked. “a shot of tequila and some whiskey, please.” you smiled at him. “oh, neat!” he looked at you surprised, but nodded and went to get your drinks anyway. “what is so bad that a pretty girl like you wants to black out on a nice friday evening?” the man that sat next to you asked. he had finally looked your way and the sight you were met with wasn’t one you were expecting. he was objectively handsome. a few years older than you, thin lips that looked strangely soft, nice hazel eyes that stared at you almost uncomfortably. up close, you could see clearer that his hair was actually sugar and cinnamon, the specks of auburn in the sea of grey told you that he was a ginger at heart. oh, and yeah, his arms filled out his black t-shirt a little too well for your liking. he seemed to have an attitude to him, just the right amount of cocky to be hot and not annoying. you could definitely see yourself riding him at the end of the night if he was the one you had gone on a date with. before you could answer him, the bartender came back with your drinks, setting both in front of you with a wink. you saw jack frown but tried to not think any of it, choosing to down your shot of tequila and wash it with a sip of whiskey first. “overall or just tonight?” you turned to him. “by the way, i’m–“ you gave him your name. “jack.” he shook the hand you had extended to him. “overall. i’ve got time.”
coming out… soon, i hope ;)
we are 8k words in and we are far, far away from the turning point of the plot. i am so sorry, but i think it’s going to be a big one
you know that horrible terrible feeling that you have something in your eye? you're whining and getting all frustrated on shift, literally stomping your foot in annoyance. you have things to do and patients to see and this hospital is hot and you're overwhelmed and now this?!
jack coming over "kid, kid, stop," tilting your chin up with his big hand. when you pout and whine lowly "'s so annoying, it hurts" he just responds "i got it.... i got it. i got ya, stay still. honey" and blows on your eye with soft coos of "i know, it's frustrating, i know." <3
he's so big and so so helpful and so dad!boyf im sick
you know that horrible terrible feeling that you have something in your eye? you're whining and getting all frustrated on shift, literally stomping your foot in annoyance. you have things to do and patients to see and this hospital is hot and you're overwhelmed and now this?!
jack coming over "kid, kid, stop," tilting your chin up with his big hand. when you pout and whine lowly "'s so annoying, it hurts" he just responds "i got it.... i got it. i got ya, stay still. honey" and blows on your eye with soft coos of "i know, it's frustrating, i know." <3
he's so big and so so helpful and so dad!boyf im sick
yknow i have this old ass farmhand reader x farmer Pope full fic part one that i haven’t posted bc it’s just so goddamn long. it’s literally from like february with probably almost 5k words. but i bring this up bc there’s this part where readers learning to handle a bumpy tractor while on Popes lap and it turns into subtly grinding on each other through the bumps, trying not to let the other know until Pope cums in his pants and has to push you off bc he’s so embarrassed. it’s really hot and i had to get this out
all february. left to dust!
HAND EM OVER!!!!
Girl’s dad
(Jack is sitting at Central, pen in hand, clearly thinking hard. Dana walks by.)
Dana: What are you doing, Abbot?
Jack: Writing a Valentine's card for Michael.
Dana: Aww, that's sweet.
Jack: Yeah, but I'm stuck on this rhyme.
Dana: Need help?
Jack: Depends. Do you know a rhyme for circumcised?
Dana: ...
Dana: Yeah I'm no longer part of this conversation.
(She keeps walking.)
SHAWN HATOSY as SAMMY BRYANT SOUTHLAND: S1E1—Unknown Trouble
Shawn Hatosy characters & their favorite parts of your body MDNI
Sammy Bryant is an ass man (that’s his stress toy. He’s always slipping his hand down your back to palm it, even in public. Everyone knows you’re his anyway, so why should he care if they see him touch you?)
Pope Cody is a boob guy (where else would he lay his head?? Nothing soothes him quite like laying half on top of you, his face turned in to your cleavage, your soft skin against his lips. He’ll lay sideways in your lap, sucking your nipples while you jerk him off, murmuring about how sweet and perfect he is for you.)
Titus Danforth has a thing for necks (so he can mark you as his. He’ll leave the craziest hickies and he absolutely refuses to let you cover them. He likes to fit his palm to the base of your neck and hold you still while he fucks you. He sits you at his feet during meetings, one hand cupping your neck under his desk while you cockwarm him)
Jack Abbot would say some shit like “personality” but really he’s got a thing for your thighs and stomach (he likes to fuck your thighs, he loves to bite the soft swell of your tummy when he goes down on you)
Grant Reilly worships your hands. Soft, but strong (he likes to play with your fingers, intertwine them with his when you go out. He trembles and swears when you jerk him off, your fingers standing out against the flushed skin of his cock.)
Brett Richards loves your hips (he palms them when he walks up behind you and kisses your neck, grips them tight enough to bruise when he goes down on you so you can’t squirm away, uses them as handles to pull you back against him over and over, driving his thick cock into your fluttering hole)
This might be the funniest reply I’ve ever seen in my life
I AM WHEEZING
PLEASE STOP REBLOGGING THIS OMFG
it really, really pisses me off when a writers entire blog is so blatantly ai, yet they still have so many people interacting with their posts and praising them for their "writing".
i genuinely feel crazy thinking im the only one who can tell that its ai. please just write fics on your own its always better than that slop and I CAN TELL ITS AI IF YOU USE IT.
☝️exactly this. I have an account in mind that keeps posting stories that are SO blatantly AI generated. And yet people keep liking and commenting. It’s a person who posts about Jack and Andrew and Stan (I saw them writing about Marvel characters too.)
pope coming home from a long day and he looks oh so sad so u just sit at his feet and let him play with ur hair while resting ur face on his muscular thigh…..yeah.
Or Pope coming home from a long day, sitting at your feet with his head in your lap while you play with his curls :D
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SHAWN HATOSY as STAN ROSADO THE FACULTY (1998)
Rabbot Halloween Costume 🎃
(Rabbot preparing for the annual PTMC Halloween party. Robby steps into the living room and sees Jack painting a foam leg model)
Robby: Tell me we are not going as Victor Frankenstein and his monster again this year.
Jack: Do you have something against this brilliant idea of mine, which by the way won us two costume contests in a row?
Robby: (sighs) I’m not sure waving a model of a severed limb around, pointing at me and telling people that’s how you lost your leg would be appropriate for the kids.
Jack: Nah they love it. It’s fun! Frank’s kids were thrilled, and Harrison even showed the photo to his classmates last year.
Robby: At least tell me you’re wearing a shirt this time. It’s…..distracting.
Jack: (pouts) You’re taking all the fun away from the party. Boo. And I know you enjoy the view.
Robby: (blushes) …Fine. Have it your way. But when you get drunk and come asking me to help find the leg you keep passing around to people for photo ops, I’m not going around asking everyone if they’d see Abbot’s leg.
Jack: Okay it was that one time. I apologized already but you have to agree it was funny.
Robby: Shamsi didn’t. Walsh still talks about it. (sighs and gives in) Just……keep a hold of it while you’re enjoying the attention, big guy.
Jack smiles. In around 4 hours he would be so happily drunk and asking Robby the same favor, only this time it was both the prop and his actual prosthetic that he’d lost track of.
And as Robby tucks him into the passenger seat when he finally agrees to call it a night, Jack hugging onto the foam leg and his prosthetic leg (both of which Robby retrieved), he hears his lover mumble drunkenly.
“Next year we’re going as Hannibal and Will Graham and I’m telling everyone you ate my leg.”
And the Rabbot art that comes with this post:
💬 0 🔁 0 ❤️ 0 · Rabbot Halloween Costume 🎃 · (Rabbot preparing for the annual PTMC Halloween party. Robby steps into the living room and