Fanart of Grace from the fic "as alive as you need me to be" by Man_Who_Sold_The_World (aka @labyrinthphanlivingafacade ) PLEASE GO READ IT GUYS PLEASE ITS SO GOOD PLEASE—
Sorry anyways, blood/deaths below the cut

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Fanart of Grace from the fic "as alive as you need me to be" by Man_Who_Sold_The_World (aka @labyrinthphanlivingafacade ) PLEASE GO READ IT GUYS PLEASE ITS SO GOOD PLEASE—
Sorry anyways, blood/deaths below the cut

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I will survive, but I'll never recover
Julia & Andrew Cody
Chapter: 1/? 4.8k Words
Tags: Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Mostly canon-compliant, AU-Canon Divergence
“Come on, Baby. Come sit up front with me.”
He couldn’t do this.
But maybe he could for Julia.
“Oh? Not coming anymore, baby?”
It didn’t click to him how long he’d stood there.
With one steadying breath, Andrew spoke.
“No.”
“Suit yourself." There was a pause. Smurf was certainly making a face, but Andrew couldn't bring himself to look at her. "Just know I’m not taking you back when you can’t handle it, Andrew.” She said with an air of dismissiveness.
Like nothing, Julia and Andrew were left standing beneath that bridge.
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Or,
What if instead of leaving Julia alone underneath that bridge at 18, Andrew decided to stay with her?
On ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/83768656/chapters/220786531
I got so very inspired when reading glistening by taliamytalia (aka @hawksredrobe)
I picked up my pencil before I even finished the fic lowkey
Trans Jack Abbot, you are so special to me <3
As soft as you need me to be
Pairing: Titus Danforth & Male!Reader (can also be seen as romantic, not explicitly one or the other)
Tags: Age regression, CG!Titus, Little!Reader, Silent Tantrums, Mentions of Canon-Typical Violence, Nature, Baths
Julia and Pope make me sick.
Franklin House is so them and I couldn't get it out of my head. My phone is struggling with 1:50min so im splitting it up bc I've thought out the whole song 😭😭😭

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i think titus is really secretly a brat when he’s worked up. like yeah he’s a psycho, but some good cock can calm him down, yk?
you could tell by the rough slam of the door and the gruffness in his breathing that he was mad. it was easy to tell by now, you had been married for years.
"titus? my love, i'm in the bedroom!" you called, you brows furrowing slightly in concern. titus' heavy footsteps were loud as he treks from the front door to your shared bedroom.
you were reading your current book when he had to leave for a family meeting. you didn't mind, though you missed your cuddle buddy. you had hoped it wouldn't upset him too much, but here we are.
he grunts as he falls onto the bed, crawling up to rest his body on top of yours, his head on your chest. "those stupid fuckers, i can't stand them sometimes. they never understand what i'm saying, they never listen, they just fuckin' ignore me all the time!" he rants, his eyes focused but not on you. you could tell he wasn't mentally with you. he needed to calm down.
luckily, you knew the best way to do that.
My Strong Solider
Rating: Mature
Pairing: Jack Abbot/Michael "Robby" Robinavitch, Past Jack Abbot/Jack Abbot's Wife
Tags: Age regression, Trans!Jack Abbot, Little!Jack, Caregiver!Robby, Transphobia, Hurt/Comfort, Angst
Summary:
Jack Abbot spent twenty six years of his life believing he was a girl, that he was just odd. After coming to terms with his transness, he builds his life on secrets and hiding himself because it was the only way to keep himself safe.
He has to relearn how to exist outside the boundaries of the military, how to reconcile his ideas of what masculinity is with who he wants to be, with who he is. He learns that not everything he does makes him weak, that instead, they become a testament to his strength. After decades, he slowly learns to be gentle and to take comfort.
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Or, the Trans!Jack Abbot fic that I needed. One where he begins regressing and learns how to be kind to himself.
A story of Jack's life growing up trans from 1975-2026.
Where Jack and Robby get together and Robby gets to treat Little!Jack with all the kindness and comfort he should've gotten.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/82056011
Guys why is coming up with little plot points for a fic so hard. Like damn you're telling me i gotta break down this grand idea i had an make it functional?
My guy!
you heard it. reblog if u support yuri

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Moving On
!! Spoilers for Ready or Not 2 !! Exploring some of the aftermath and trauma responses of Grace and Faith.
Just watched the movie todayyy
Ive spent like 15 minutes looking for the post talking about "imagining if Jack Abbot had a panic attack and Robbys unempathetic response caused him to push away his best friend" and I had to write it. So. Enjoy my subpar writing 🙏
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"Alright, what have we got?" He asked, walking into Trauma 2.
Truly, Jack should've left when he had the chance, but knowing the influx of patients that would soon flow in and the fact that he would've spent most of his "nap" staring at the ceiling, he stayed anyways.
Any response that he'd gotten had fallen on dead ears.
What he wasn't expecting was a young woman with her leg sliced neatly beneath her knee.
A much cleaner version of his own injury. The skin wasn't mangled and torn, and the amputation sat much closer to her knee than his own.
When she'd deliriously questioned why she couldn't feel her leg, when the panic had fully set in at seeing her leg being flushed with saline a foot away from her, Jack felt like he couldn't breathe.
The sandy dirt was hard underneath him. The wind knocked out of him, back slamming into the ground with a solid thud. Everything felt like too much. His ears were ringing harsh and high. His leg stung, like he was being pelted by sand.
He could feel the same panic thrumming in his veins as he jerkily turned and rushed out the trauma room as calmy as he could manage. All he could hear in his ears was the sound of his screams on the battlefield, seeing his leg lying a few feet away from him.
He was hardly there when he'd been commanded to go sit in a patient room. His breathing was stilted, coming out in desperate huffs. He couldn't seem to get himself to stop. And people were worrying about him. There were tons of patients that needed help, the room could be occupied for something better if he'd just been given some space.
Eventually, the feeling of drowning had lessened. He didn't feel like he was being crushed under a hydraulic press, and the desert and screams had dissipated.
Of course, Joy had gone and grabbed Robby, letting him know why Jack had just up and left.
"You alright, brother? Didn't stick around in Trauma 2 for long." Robby spoke, giving Jack a look-over.
"I'm fine now. Just the case," Jack glanced off to the side before looking at Robby again. "Little too close to home." He chuckled, albeit a bit hollow.
Something in Robby's demeanor shifted. Suddenly, Robby looked down at him and huffed out a laugh. "Really? You, what, had a panic attack over something that happened decades ago?"
"If you can't handle something like that, especially now, maybe you shouldn't come back for your shift later. Can't have you freaking out again."
What the fuck.
"Robby—"Jack struggled to find his words. "What the hell is this about? You know the shit that I've dealt with. You know that I can handle it."
"I need to know that this ED can run while I'm gone. I don't— we don't need doctors that can't handle their shit and focus on the patients."
With that Robby, turned and left.
Jack just sat there.
Robby had never once acted that way about his PTSD before and Jack was sure that he'd never treated Robby that way either, or given him any reason to besides their usual digs.
He couldn't pretend that it didn't sting. Robby, his best friend, thinking that he was incompetent. That one panic attack on shift had suddenly done irreparable damage.
The others in the room shuffled out quietly, awkwardly, leaving Jack to sit alone.
One creeping thought, etching its place in his mind, whispered that maybe Robby doesn't want him around anymore.
He didn't want to think about how much that scared him.
We have Jack dismantling Robby's bike before the end of shift
The possibility of the entire ED banding together, preventing Robby from leaving, and calling Caleb to come down and get him
And then McKay slapping Robby bc of his misogyny and hypocrisy, Dr. Michael "nobody else is allowed to have panic attacks bc i cant handle my big boy feelings about my own shit" Robinavitch.
Somebody smack the crap out of Michael Robinavitch for speaking to Samira like that.

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My suggestion of the day is age regressor Jack Abbot with phantom pain. Something about him being all sniffly all day on his day off because it hurts but he thinks he has to power through it and not rest
Wonderful idea
Jack and his Bunny <3