u can be boiling alive in your mind for months and then on a random tuesday ur head gets so clear and life is worth living again and you're like damn what was all that about then

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u can be boiling alive in your mind for months and then on a random tuesday ur head gets so clear and life is worth living again and you're like damn what was all that about then
based off a concept i had.
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dennis whitaker laying on his back with jack abbot above him. as he has that twunk folded in half practically, and jack’s dog tags are hovering near dennis’s mouth. he takes the tags and puts them between his teeth, making noises/moans around them.
DOG TAGS - HUCKLEABBOT
Dennis's shoulders pressed harder into the mattress the more Jack leaned over him, his broad hands planted on either side of his head while Jack's old bedframe gave a quiet, strained creak underneath them. The position had him folded nearly in half beneath him, one of Jack's forcing his legs wider while he looked down at him with a mean edge that always got worse when he was trying not to lose control entirely as his cock glided in and out of him.
The silver dog tags hanging from Jack's neck swung with every movement, brushing across Dennis's mouth, his jaw, and the flushed skin of his throat. Dennis let out a shaky breath through parted lips before catching the tags gently between his teeth, the metal clinking softly. It earned an immediate reaction from the older man above him.
Jack's expression tightened. "Jesus Christ," he muttered under his breath.
Dennis looked almost smug about it despite the position he was tapped into, breathing unevenly around the tags while Jack fucked into him. The chain pulled taut every time Jack shifted, the motion dragging another muffled sound from Dennis that vibrated straight through the metal itself.
Jack swore quietly again, one hand sliding down to pin him harder into the mattress as if he needed the leverage. His forehead dipped briefly toward Dennis, dog tags still caught between his teeth while the younger looked up at him through half lidded eyes.
"Keep doing that," he warned, breath hot against his mouth, "and you're not making it out of this."
rewatched the entire PoTC trilogy on an international flight and I can't believe I forgot how funny it is.
Barbossa is the most exasperated character in any scene he's in, unless he's winning. then he's the smuggest son of a bitch on screen (he literally returns from the dead smugly eating an apple). but majority of the time, he's 'why am I the only adult here'. man rolls his eyes so much I half-expected him to turn straight to the camera.
when Will asks Elizabeth to marry him while they are fighting Davy Jones' crew, stuck in a maelstrom, and trapped in the final battle, the first word out of her mouth is "Barbossa!". she then continues by asking Barbossa to marry them, but for a split second Will's face goes like 'Barbossa? Barbossa?? I didn't even know he was on the map of this convoluted love quadrangle!'
when they're in Singapore and Sao Feng threatens the spy he found and Will, Elizabeth, and Barbossa all look at each other to confirm that none of them have snuck in a spy they forgot to tell the others about, before shrugging and telling Sao Feng to go ahead and kill him.
Barbossa's eyes just getting wide and wider the more weapons Elizabeth pulls out of her clothes. c'mon man, let a woman have her toys!
rewatching really gives you the full picture of how many people are scheming at any given time and how each person's schemes intersect with the others, even if they're nominally on the same side. everyone also gets So Upset when their scheme is foiled, accidentally or intentionally, by someone else's scheme, as though they themselves aren't scheming at that very moment.
Barbossa's iron balls. I'm sorry, this is the funniest dick joke in the trilogy that defines how many dick jokes Disney can stick in a movie before it stops being PG-13. Jack's reaction really says it all.
rereading this list I see it's quite heavily tilted in favor of Barbossa which I now realize is because I empathize with Barbossa way more than I did as a kid. I too am frustrated to be surrounded by idiots while I'm the only adult around. man just wants to eat his apple in peace goddammit. so he did a little mutiny and maybe some more murder and mayhem and also maybe unleashed a pagan god upon the world. the guy really likes his apples, is that a crime?!?
more fanfiction for you :)
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The first thing Jack notices as he wraps him in his arms is how thin Robby is. The slant of his jawline, sharper than it was when he left, and the way Jack’s chin rubs painfully against Robby's collarbone makes him sick. He’s used to Robby’s soft pudge of an underbelly, strong thighs that give way to a full ass, one that Jack has a tendency to grope and grab as they make dinner or curl together late into the evening watching tv, it makes Robby blush bright, ducking his head shyly into the crook of Jack’s neck. Robby makes the same action now, but now he’s clutching at Jack, sobbing.
“Hi, baby,” Jack murmurs, nearly coos, as his palms splay across the bumps in Robby’s spine, worrying.
Robby moans something into his shoulder, his voice cracking.
“Hm?”
Robby lifts his head but stays close, their noses brushing, soft strands of hair falling into his eyes and tickling Jack’s cheekbones.
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He’s beautiful like this, laughing, the apples of his cheeks pink in the glow of the hospital light. Jack worries that it’s the first time he’s laughed in months. The thought reminds him of how thin Robby is in his arms.
“You’re going to eat when we get home. We’re going shopping and I’m making you the heartiest fucking stew you’ve ever had in your life.”
“Jesus, Jack, you know, some people have told me I look good.” Jack can feel himself scowling, how dare someone tell sweet Robby, in the throes of grief, that he looks good? How could the physical manifestation of Robby’s depression ever be good?
“You always look good, but this isn’t healthy, you’re practically skeletal.” he punctuates this by running a hand under Robby's scrub top.
“I look perfectly average.”
“I can feel your ribs,” he says it sterner than he means to, but it’s unsettling to return home from war to find that one of your only reasons for making it through said war has turned into a shadow of himself, “and I know you hate it but I love when you have a little bit of tummy-”
Robby’s face turns pinker, “Don’t call it that, I’m not a child.”
Jack rolls his eyes.
“Fine. Am I allowed to say that I miss your ass?” He tries to smile sweetly up at Robby, he’s fairly certain it comes across as wolfish instead.
“Are you seriously shaming me for not having an ass right now? While we’re on the floor?” Robby is fully giggling, Jack would fight through blood and shit and burn the whole world to see him happy.
“No, I’m saying you had much more of an ass, and a tummy. It was sexy and cute, and I love you no matter what you look like but I also really love your ass”
“Jack Abbot, are you trying to seduce me into better eating habits?” Their foreheads are pressed together like something out of The Princess Bride.
As you wish, Jack thinks absentmindedly, caught up in the warm smell of Robby.
“Me?” Jack feigns offense, “How dare you accuse me of such a thing? But while we’re on the subject, how do you feel about a full eight hours of sleep?”
This earns him another snicker, Jack is delighted about it.
https://www.bbc.com/news/articles/cwydx34kzlvo
"Vanderhorst had been under the influence of MDMA and three litres of vodka she had consumed on the night of the offence last September, her lawyer Michael Hill told the court."
three. liters.
i support women's wrongs
more of this guy 😎
Look it’s me
After the first time they fell into bed together, Robby feels incredibly insecure and emotional. Sex with Jack was wonderful, in ways he hadn't experienced in a long time. Jack had been sure and gentle and caring and Robby had not been able to form a coherent thought whatsoever. But now it was over. They were both sweaty and a little sticky and Robby didn't know what to do.
Should he stay? God he wants to stay. Stay close to Jack, soaking in the heat, feeling safe and protected in his arms.
Should he leave? They were done and the way they fell into it, didn't really imply any further attachment. A shudder ran through him. This was a one time thing. Probably. It should be enough. It had to be enough. Something to remember and dream about. Nothing more, nothing less.
Slowly Robby got up and looked around for his clothes. He felt naked in a cold way. Ashamed for wanting more. Flustered because he didn't know how to navigate.
"What're you doing?" Jack asked, propping himself up against the headboard.
"I..." Robby started. What was he supposed to say?
I'm leaving?
I need to go?
I'll get out of your hair?
He rubbed his hands over his beard and neck. A habit, that had been built over the years of too much meaningless sex and not enough genuine touch.
"Mikey?" Jacks soft voice interrupted his thoughts. "Come here, okay?" He held his hands out in invitation.
A small, needy sound escaped Robbys throat, as he let himself fall against Jacks chest. The warmth soothing something deep inside his own. His muscles were still tight and he didn't allow himself to relax. Still worried, still not sure if how much of this was okay.
Jack started to rub circles against his naked back with one hand, the other found a place in his hair. Just holding on.
"What do you want?" Jack asked. Always direct in his approach.
"I want..." his voice cracked.
"Just tell me, love"
Love. Jack called him love. Like they were more than brothers in arms. More than friends, who blew off some steam. It was stupid, but it was enough for Robby to be brave.
"I want to stay." he said quietly, almost a whisper. "I want you to hold me." He continued. "I want to come back to you every day and I want you to come back to me."
The hand on his back stopped and went up to tilt his face towards Jack. His lips were captured by the softest kiss, that brought tears in his eyes.
"You can have that Mikey. All of it and so much more." Jack sounded so sure and confident and Robby couldn't do anything else but believe him.
i need one of those hugs where i can bury my head in someone’s chest and stay like that for several minutes
huckleabbot grindr au
just thinking about dennis not really knowing how to kiss.
he mostly had one off hookups from apps or people he met in classes. there was no time to learn someone’s preferred technique. he looked it up on wikihow before he went over to a guy’s house the first time, but other than that, he’s mostly been flying by the seat of his pants.
robby can tell.
robby has been kissing longer than dennis has been alive. like forty years of practice at this point. it should probably be off putting to robby just how…..wet and eager dennis’s kisses are. but, well, robby is getting kinda comfortable with the fact that dennis turned him into a dirty old man.
when they lay on their sides, pressing their whole bodies against each other, dennis is just so whiny and grabby. he’s thrusting his tongue into robby’s mouth, not to make robby’s toes curl, but just because he himself wants to feel robby’s insides. it’s selfish. in fact, it’s disgusting.
robby loves it. it’s just so…puppyish.
he loves the spit dripping into his beard. he loves dennis’s lips slipping and going closer to his chin. he loves feeling coherence leave dennis’s body as his already inexperienced technique runs away from him. he loves feeling dennis get wet and dumb and whimpering. he loves how dennis’s starts jumping his leg without even thinking about it.
maybe robby is just one of those owners. the ones who let their puppy get all up in their face and lick into their mouth. that was fine. robby was disciplined in a million other ways.
reflecting on this more, and i think dennis gives the sloppiest top ever. he’s drooling around robby’s cock like it’s a fucking popsicle. he makes gross little suction noises that robby would find off-putting from any other partner. he accidentally grazes his teeth sometimes and robby likes it.
robby could totally give him some pointers to make it ‘better.’ like he could suck more and not just let spit and precum slide down the sides of his mouth. he could use his hand on the bottom of the shaft and not gag every time he tried to take the whole thing. he pull back a little when robby warned him and not sputter on cum. every. single. blowjob.
but robby likes it like this. he likes that this is an unadulterated dennis. the fumbling and the gagging and the enthusiasm is fucking adorable. this is how dennis is, and robby wouldn’t want to change a thing about him.
On the way home.
I DIDN’T LEARN ABOUT THIS IN DRIVING SCHOOL
Stop says the red light, go says the green
Wait says the yellow light, twinkling in between.
KNEEL, SAYS THE DEMON LIGHT WITH ITS EYE OF COAL SAURON KNOWS YOUR LICENSE PLATE AND STARES INTO YOUR SOUL
THIS IS ALWAYS FUNNY
@irritatedlifeguard I agree with your tags.
Thinking about Rabbot with their old man games on their phones like candy crush and shit—
And then there’s Dennis
And they expect judgment from him when they all start dating
But no he’s worse than them both with sudoku and crossword puzzles
He’s constantly doing something
In truth, he prefers physical copies of them, but the apps are free and he can sit through the ads
Idk
Just the three of them with their old people games trying and failing to pay attention to some old person show :3
I looove the idea of Rabbot who had a messy situationship that they broke off years ago to be professional, and Dennis who violently reminds them of why they loved each other and gets them back together. Like. “I’m STILL your emergency contact,” holds so so much weight in this scenario and it’s DELICIOUS.
Jack who fully thought he was over Robby until he saw how he smiled at Dennis and patted his back and shoulders and fist bumped him and just looked so enamored with him. The same looks he used to give Jack back in their day.
And he just gets this brash, jealous feeling deep in his chest. And he has a little thing for Dennis too, but seeing how much Robby likes him just sends his mind reeling. So, of course he uses it as an excuse to get closer to Dennis.
Robby who notices Dennis picking up some night shifts and Jack slinking around the schedule board. And he watches how Jack turns his gentle teasing and all his charms to the cute little intern. Robby was certain that he was alright being just Jack’s friend, but he gets so sad thinking about how it used to be him where Dennis was, watching Jack flush and stumble despite his usual cool behavior.
Dennis was frankly just sick of them waxing poetic about one another to him, so he just kept dragging them closer and closer together until one night, after he and Robby were done working and Jack had the night off, he dragged them both to a bar. They both had one hand resting on each of Dennis’s thighs, like a claim. Dennis leaned back, watching them stare at each other, before grabbing their faces and pushing them closer together.
“What the hell is this move?” Jack asked, pinching Dennis’s leg.
“Just kiss and make up so we can have a threesome,” Dennis huffed, just drunk enough to think that this would work.
To his defense, it totally did work.