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jack abbot hearing loss. jack abbot TBI. jack abbot full body scarring. jack abbot blast lung injury. jack abbot metal hardware. jack abbot back pain. there is no way he survived an IED without some secondary lifelong injuries. plus I need that man as roughed up as possible please. thank you

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#welcome to my house #you’re just in time. we’re about to put jack in the blender

computer how to find minimalist basics like uniqlo but for ppl with a fat ass and big boobs

#no but seriously lol #i size up and up and still. buttons bursting #it’s not me it’s them… it’s not me it’s them…#god made me a thick tiny latina because he knew i could handle it (aspirational)

tuherrus

you don't even have a dog

#project hail mary #fanart

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lord I have seen what you done for others

#extremely important #sepideh moafi

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literally one of the most normal things you can do is be born in the 90s

#i’m grateful every day #misc

wordfather

just found out that accidentally in love by counting crows was literally made for shrek. they didnt just choose it. it didnt exist before. they asked counting crows to make a song for shrek 2 and thats how we got one of the best songs ever made. insane.

wordfather

counting crows knew shrek 2 would become one of the best movies ever made and had to act accordingly

#important history re that young rabbot edit #party’s over!!#hello? hellooo??#does this mean i’m gay al? am i… a gay??

campsis

Eden Kalif, Good Cats

#cats

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Sunset over Cumberland Bay

Spring 2024

#photography

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WIP Wednesday: Pt 2 of deaf Jack

The demands of an emergency department were high. They always had been and for Jack and Robby- both dedicated to the rhythms of it, to the medicine and everything that came with a life of it- that meant losing a lot of their free time. Which had never bothered either of them before. Except-

Except it’d been two weeks since they’d kissed in Jack’s apartment.

Two weeks of misaligned schedules. Two weeks of only seeing each other on shift or in passing when Jack took on the occasional night shift or double.

Which wasn’t uncommon. It was the same cycle that had allowed their tentative work partnership to flourish into a solid friendship and then to… whatever they were now. A few moments at the desk or over a patient chart had been fine before Jack knew what Robby tasted like.

But then there was a break in the schedule. A miraculous split where Jack had the previous night on but that day off while Robby was on that day but had the next night free. Perfect window to snag an evening together without fucking up either of their schedules.

So the plans were made- the pair of them agreeing on a time and Robby telling him that he would come and pick Jack up so that it could be a surprise- and Jack felt a rush of anticipation sitting low in his stomach every time he and Robby made eye contact across the ED floor.

An anticipation that crescendoed into first-date jitters to end all first-date jitters. Jack’s hands were fidgety and flighty as he messed with his hair and the way the collar of his polo sat against his neck and his hearing aids. He wanted things to work. No, not just work. If he were really being honest, he wanted them to be perfect.

Well, as the expression went: man plans, God laughs.

Story of Jack’s whole life.

#everyone stay FUCKING calm #deaf jack is back and he is having PROBLEMS #rabbot #the pitt #wip