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"ugh who tf wants to watch a five season mental health journey about Robby π€’" MEEE MEEEE I DOOO I WANNA WATCH IT I WANNA SEE HIM HEAL βΌοΈβΌοΈπ£οΈβΌοΈπ£οΈβΌοΈπ£οΈβΌοΈπ£οΈβΌοΈπ£οΈπ₯π₯π₯

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rewatching s2 rn im so sick of their beef GUYSSS stop fighting and hatefuck about it like real men do omfg
Letβs decompress with hubby
finished the nsfw version of whatever i posted the other day Finally.
(full on ao3/ on twitter)
I love rabbot where theyβve been married for 10 years and are perfectly built for each other but I also canβt stop thinking about messy on again off again rabbot.
Robby is so incapable of letting people in on any level, and Iβve been thinking of a world where he wants to let Jack in fully but still even after being in a relationship for a couple years Robby just canβt. Heβs too broken, too fucked up, and he canβt bring Jack down with him. Jack is already dealing with his own demons and he canβt figure out how to help a Robby who doesnβt want to be helped, so they separate.
Robby starts sleeping primarily with women and develops his β7 week itchβ, Jack sleeps with whoever but has more ethical/communicative one night stand practices, neither can really get emotionally invested in someone who isnβt the other, and Jack stays as Robbyβs emergency contact.
Jack goes to therapy, Robby gets a motorcycle, and they get back together. Things go well for a while, but Robby still hasnβt actually dealt with anything. Robby begins to think he doesnβt deserve Jack, so he self sabotages and cheats on him. Jack is at his wits end. He truly doesnβt know what to do with Robby. He loves him with every fiber of his being, but Robby just wonβt get help.
They break up again, time passes, Jack continues therapy, and Robby gets worse. Despite Robbyβs failing mental health, Robby and Jack fall into a relatively healthy friendship thatβs regulated to just the PTMC. After all, Robby has always been able to hold it together most at work and itβs for the best if thatβs the only version of himself Jack has access too.
Itβs July 4th. When Jack tells Dana Robby doesnβt listen to him he really means it, but a world without Robby is a world he doesnβt think he can live in, so he tries his best. Heβs SO worried about Robby, but by the end of the shift he becomes hopeful thinking Robby finally had a breakthrough. Robby promises to come back. Jack is calling Robby at least once a week while Robby is on his sabbatical, and something shifts.
Robby still has his days, but he finally admits he needs help, he actually gets help! Robby is in therapy for a while and learns to accept, live with, and even love his hard edges, and that the people around him can possibly accept and love them too if they donβt already. He begins to let Jack in and not push him away, even though itβs just little by little. Thereβs an honesty and rawness between them that wasnβt there before.
One night Robby shows up at Jackβs place for the first time in years. Jack opens the door and Robby isnβt even looking at him, canβt even make eye contact as he silently cries on Jackβs doorstep. Jack pulls him in and immediately is holding him and kissing him. Robby comes home and he stays, and that doesnβt mean there arenβt times Robby pushes or snaps (and thatβs not to say Jack doesnβt have his own unhealthy habits pop up from time to time as well), but itβs something they face together now.
Cue martial bliss.

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An abbot a day keeps the doctor awake (or something like that)
Jack Abbot is the kind of character who looks like a contradiction until you realise every opposing trait is rooted in the same place. He isnβt inconsistentβheβs layered. War, injury, grief, and survival have carved him into someone who no longer fits neatly into any one system, even the ones that trained him. The military gave him structure, discipline, and a strict relationship with authority. But trauma has a way of reshaping that conditioning. Instead of creating blind obedience, it leaves him with something far more personal: a moral code that answers only to him. Thatβs why he can stand in a space built on protocol and still choose to bend it. Not because he doesnβt understand the rules, but because he understands exactly when they fail people.
Losing his leg and living with PTSD already tether him to a past he canβt escape, but itβs the loss of his wife that reframes everything. That kind of grief doesnβt just hurtβit destabilises. It takes away the illusion that there are places or people you can keep safe. And for someone like Jack, who was trained to act, to intervene, to do something, that helplessness becomes unbearable. So he builds a life where he never has to feel it again. The police scanner running constantly in the background, the way he shows up to disasters before anyone calls him, the choice to become a SWAT medic instead of stepping away from traumaβit all points to the same need. If he is there early enough, fast enough, good enough, maybe he can stop the next loss from happening. Maybe he can rewrite the outcome he couldnβt change before.
Thatβs where his relationship with control becomes so important. Jack doesnβt seek control in the traditional senseβheβs not rigid or domineering. Instead, he tries to control outcomes. He canβt undo whatβs already happened, but he can throw himself into the next crisis with everything he has. Itβs why he pushes his body past its limits, why he hooks himself up to a blood bag and keeps working, why stopping isnβt really an option for him. Thereβs a quiet, dangerous edge to that kind of behaviour. It blurs the line between dedication and self-destruction. He isnβt reckless in the way people expectβheβs calculatedβbut thereβs still an underlying belief that his own wellbeing is expendable if it means someone else gets to live.
His defiance of authority fits into that same pattern. On paper, someone with his background should follow orders without question. But Jack has seen firsthand what happens when systems fail, when rules protect procedure instead of people. So he makes decisions that prioritise humanity over legality, compassion over compliance. Lying about test results so a minor can access an abortion isnβt a lapse in judgmentβitβs a deliberate choice. He weighs the consequences and decides that the patient matters more than the rulebook. Thatβs what makes his character so compelling. He doesnβt rebel impulsively; he recalibrates. Every line he crosses is measured against his own sense of what is right, not what heβs been told is right.
At the same time, he carries a softness that contradicts every expectation placed on him. He goes to therapy and engages with it. Heβs openβat least in partβabout his mental health, including the darker thoughts that come with it. He doesnβt posture or pretend heβs untouched by what heβs been through. And then there are the quieter gestures: defending Samira when she isnβt even in the room, recognising her potential when others dismiss her, writing a handwritten letter to the family of a veteran he couldnβt save. That last one is especially telling. It means he doesnβt just move on from lossβhe sits with it. He honours it. He lets it matter. For someone who spends so much time trying to outrun failure, choosing to face it like that takes a different kind of strength.
His leadership style reflects all of this. He isnβt the kind of leader who demands obedienceβhe builds trust. The chant (we are the weirdest and the wildest of them all), the nickname βnight crawlers,β the sarcasm and humourβthey create a sense of belonging in an environment that is otherwise chaotic and brutal. But he balances that with accountability. Heβll call someone out immediately if theyβve made a dangerous decision, and in the same breath acknowledge what they did right. "Okay, you never should've done that on your own, EVER. Do you understand?... But that was pretty badass, you saved her life, good job!" That duality is important. It shows that he understands reality isnβt clean or simple. Sometimes people make the wrong call for the right reasons. Sometimes breaking protocol saves a life. He teaches his team to think, to adapt, to carry responsibility instead of hiding behind rules.
What makes Jack truly compelling, though, is the tension at his core. He places immense value on other peopleβs lives while holding very little for his own. That imbalance drives everything he does. Itβs why he can be endlessly patient with others and relentlessly unforgiving toward himself. Itβs why he keeps going, keeps showing up, keeps pushing past every limit. Thereβs a sense that if he stopsβif he allows himself to rest or step backβeverything heβs holding together might fall apart. So he doesnβt stop.
In the end, Jack Abbot isnβt a contradiction at all. Heβs a man shaped by loss who has decided, consciously or not, that his purpose is to stand between other people and the worst moments of their lives. Every rule he bends, every risk he takes, every quiet act of careβit all comes back to that. He couldnβt save the people who mattered most to him, and now he refuses to let that happen again if itβs within his power. Even if it costs him everything.
nuzzle
This piece of dialogue is so heartbreaking to me. Robby admitting that the one thing he devoted his life to - the thing he excels at, that saved so many people, that he probably once loved - is also whatβs been destroying him. And thereβs nothing else in his life that even comes close to being as important as the thing that's killing him.
I also noticed how different Robby's voice is in this scene compared to all the others. It's like he can't even say these words out loud. His voice is trembling so much. But despite that, it's the first time he maintains eye contact for this long while talking about his mental health.
Jack yearning pining longing looking for Robby

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That's us. That's you and me. That's what we're here for. THE PITT S02
Hear me out: Jack Abbot who was raised Catholic but never really believed in it and stopped practicing after he graduated and went off to join the army.
Jack Abbot who has only prayed three times since.
On the flight to his first deployment. He asked for protection.
The after the accident which would lead to him losing his leg. He asked for another chance.
The day his wife died. He asked to take her place.
Jack Abbot who has refused to pray since because the one prayer that truly meant the most to him, the prayer he viewed as the lest selfish, the one that wasnβt about him, was left unanswered and he couldnβt fathom his life being worth more than hers.
Jack Abbot who was never really bothered by this belief and was content just leaving it as an inside thought and never had any need to tell anyone. Whenever anyone asked he would just say he was atheist and didnβt believe in any religion.
Jack Abbot who listens to Robby ramble one night on the rooftop about how having faith is such a difficult thing but he wants to keep it so badly. All Jack can do is tell him having faith is about as hard as keeping hope but at the end of the day itβs a battle worth fighting.
Jack Abbot who realizes that heβs walked into his shift at the Pitt almost every day and never doubted the abilityβs of most the people around him.
Jack Abbot who may not believe in a god or follow the traditions of any religion but who does believe in people. He believes that, even if in small number, there are genuinely good people out there. He has faith in his staff, in his friends, in the family and support heβs built around him since losing his wife.
Jack Abbot whose faith was never meant for a faceless deity but for the people who make up the world, meant for all the souls that make each day worth living.
Jack Abbot, the man of deeply human faith.
You can see that Robby was trying so hard to hold back his tears as soon as Abbot started talking to him at the beginning of the episode. That's his best friend, his best friend who finally realised how bad the situation is, his best friend who is concerned about him and his best friend who is finally speaking up and trying to talk to him about this, and Robby knew he wouldn't be able to handle it. So when he finally breaks, the expression on his face means so much. He is letting it out, he is crying, he is finally talking to someone about it, who knows exactly what he is feeling. This deep devotion to the job, the guilt of wanting to leave it all behind. Knowing that he, in fact, DOES make a difference by being here and that going away could cost lives. Jack knows it because he is Robby's nightshift counterpart.
"You need this place as much as it needs you."
βI'm still your emergency contact and I don't want to be contacted.β
Gown up. Robby, it's you and me.Β Saddle up, cowboy. We got this.
GOD. I will never be over that finale. So meaty. So juicy. So delicious. For so many reasons.
But I need to just. I have to talk about Rabbot.
Jack and Robby have THE most compelling dynamic I have seen in an ageβ¦and yes i am someone who ships them and wants them to get married and make out and fuck nasty 24/7 and have lovers spats etc etc etc, but even if you donβt see them like that, how magnificent is it to witness this strong bond of friendship between two highly accomplished, terribly traumatized Gen X guys play out onscreen over the entire course of the past two seasons??
The subtle (and not so subtle) nods to their long history together and bone-deep mutual understanding which have engendered this vulnerability and trustβ¦they donβt WANT to have these tough conversations and crack themselves open wide to reveal everything thatβs raw and tender and sore to one another, of course, but they know they CAN when they NEED to because they are SAFE with each other even if one of them lashes out and itβs happening in front of ME and MY SALAD and GOD!! Onscreen!! Complete with voices cracking with emotion and beautiful tired eyes shining with tears!! Men who arenβt afraid to be vulnerable and honest and soft with each other!!! what a glorious time to be alive!! them!! Them!!! THEM!!!!! I will NEVER recover!!!!

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yall know how clooney had that scene in er where his character rescues a boy and goes up in that helicopter while trying to save him. jack deserves a scene like that
the thing the Pitt shows so well is that yes, Robby is suicidal.
but he doesn't want to die. he doesn't want to kill himself. he's grasping at reasons not to. he just "doesn't want to be here anymore." and he doesn't see any other option out.
that's the feeling, that's it. you don't want to be "anywhere, anymore." because everywhere you go, you're still you. you're so exhausted of being you. so tired of being tired, of hurting, of feeling pathetic and weak and deeply alone. you just want it all to stop.
you want to take a break, you want to rest, but no amount of rest helps because you're there. when you're resting, laying in bed at night, your thoughts, your feelings, they don't leave. they don't allow you to rest. they berate you, shame you for even trying. you cannot get away from yourself. and it seems so impossible to get better when it's been hurting for so long, when you're so burnt out, when you did try.
you tried therapy. you tried getting a hobby. you tried doing what you were supposed to. but you failed at that too, didn't you? you weren't good enough at getting better. and no one is coming to save you and all you hear from everyone is that no one is coming to save you. that you have to do it yourself.
and you can't. you can't do it yourself. but you can't live like this, either. you don't want to be here anymore. you don't want to be you anymore. you just need it all to stop.
and, well. there's only one way you can think of to get it to stop, one that you haven't tried yet. one that could work. one that used to scare you, but.. it sounds nice, now. an end. a way for this all to be over. like anyone would care, right? like anyone would really miss you?
at the root of it all, you're eight years old again and you're crying and no one is comforting you. and you want your mother or your father or maybe a divine, just a guiding figure, someone you lean on. someone who pets your hair and tells you it's okay. and you don't really want to kill yourself. you just want to go home.