I am an adult and would prefer if minors did not interact much with my blog, thanks!
I’m still relatively new at Tumblr, so I may have trouble tagging or posting, but I’ll try my best!
This blog was made to help me combat my social anxiety, and fear of judgement. I have plenty of social media accounts that I try to be open on but I always end up falling behind a mask, so in this blog I’m really gonna try not to stop posting, or start hiding my actual opinions on stuff, be as authentic as I am with my friends, (possibly more?) but we shall see!
I’m gonna talk about anything and everything but right now I specifically really like The Pitt, Vampires SMP, Hermitcraft, Heated Rivalry, Stranger Things, Sense8, Project Hail Mary (!!!) and other nerd crap along those lines lol.
I don’t like things like a normal person, I kind of hyperfixate REALLY easily so most of the time if I like something I LOVE it.
If you recognize me at all and/or know me personally (this includes online friends even if I’m quiet lol) please I beg of you never tell me about it, I fear I will never be open online ever again.
That being said if you DONT know me/ recognize me, and end up on this account then feel free to like and follow, I will be VERY TMI though so be warned!
Tags I’ll probably use? (Will be updated)
#nsfw #tmi #vent
Okay I need to be done talking now I’ve spent too long looking at this post 😵💫
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Sometimes I write posts out and then don’t post them because I worry about what people will think, which is exactly what this blog was supposed to fight against.
So in the spirit of posting absolute slop, I am currently laying in bed watching Markiplier’s redemption arc, drinking Quirks (3 total for the night) and smoking weed, I miss my boyfriend, and I have had a tummy ache for most of the day.
Seeing people I know and like using AI is making me understand the protagonists of those old time sci fi dystopia's.
"Oh I don't normally use AI, I just wanted it to plan my trip"
You lived on this planet for decades, you know what you like, there are hundreds of websites where you can type into any search engine " things to do in [area]" and have at least a hundred different options.
"Oh I only use it so I can figure out what to make during the week with what I have"
The most popular website as you type in "recipes" into google have sections where you click dinner- quick and easy and those usually rely on staples + 1 or 2 items. I found 30 recipes on chicken alone.
"I had a writing idea, so I typed a few sentences into Chat GPT and I was able to write 20 pages with it."
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so grace is probably alarming to most eridians at first because he's a lanky wet alien with too few limbs, yes--but what if he ends up being terrifying in a sort of divine way instead of a repulsive one?
like. a creature that perceives the intangible? a creature that walks with thin permeable membranes bared to the air, whose blood contains elixir that can destroy pathogens without heat? a creature that is impossibly fragile yet resilient? a creature that breathes potently flammable gas to survive? a creature that is loud all over and speaks in a strange and frightening monotone, who thought it would die for you? who gave up its home in the heavens for you without meeting you first, whose first words to your people were probably something along the lines of We saved your star. It's gonna be okay. Don't be afraid.
what makes the pitt great is that i actually DO care about every character and their interactions and dynamics. i WANT to know what ogilvie’s deal is. i LIKE that robby is an asshole and a great doctor. i am ENJOYING the langdon/trinity tension. i think its INTERESTING that javadi hasn’t found her footing yet. that’s good tv!!!! yay!!!!!
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Just new age slang vomited on my coworker cause he sent me a lady aggressively singing about being autistic and I’m too high to respond like a normal person 😭
Maybe most people would frown upon his actions. Like Human Resources or an ethics committee or anyone with a brain. Or a moral code. A sense of right and wrong.
Jack’s moral scale is just…he calls it disproportionate.
Because he's pretty sure fucking Robby's boytoy in Robby's bed is not exactly the most ethical thing he's ever done.
It was an accident. He will swear that, up and down, until the day someone can prove otherwise. It was always an accident. He was never planning to fuck Dennis.
But he'd gotten a text from Robby asking him to check in on the kid. Whitaker had said things were fine, that no one had given him any problems, and one thing had led to another and Jack was coming over to see proof that Robby's kitchen appliances actually worked.
Then Whitaker let the yoga thing slip and Jack offered to show him some moves and he doesn't know how they went from the living room to the bedroom but they did. Somewhere between the crescent lunge and the python Jack was sliding his cock into a flushed and begging Whitaker.
In Robby's bed.
Jack also swears it was supposed to be a one time thing. He didn't anticipate getting so fucking attached to the kid. He didn't anticipate the way his mouth would start to water when he thought about having the chance to kiss Dennis in the hallway of Robby's place. Learning every single way that Dennis wanted to be kissed, touched, fucked.
So he's not surprised that the text he gets mid-blowjob pisses him off.
how's Whitaker doing?
Something turns in Jack's chest. He can't help it. Robby wants to know how the kid he left is doing? Robby wants to check in with the sweetest boy who sighs like an angel when Jack kisses his neck?
He takes the picture when Dennis's eyes are closed. His cock buried deep in the kid's throat, hand tangled in those little blonde curls. Robby was always decent at sucking dick but Dennis does it like it's a fucking pleasure.
Jack sends it before he can think over it twice. Pulls Dennis up to his feet and pushes him back on the bed as gently as he can. "Need to be in you, sweetheart. Been waiting all fucking day for it."
Dennis is loud. Loud and Jack has to slide his thumb into his mouth to give him something to suck on while he uses his other hand to prep him. Loud and impatient, wiggling beneath Jack's body weight and eyes fluttering as Jack pumped his finger in and out of him easily, curling his fingers on occasion to get a little high pitched whine.
It takes two of Jack's fingers for the call to come through. It vibrates next to them on the mattress and Jack's pulse quickens in excitement.
Dennis twists, pulling Jack's thumb out of his mouth. "Who is it?"
He doesn't even have to look at the screen. "Robby."
"Do you need to take it?"
Jack tilts his head, watching the way Dennis squirms beneath his stare. "Do you want me to take it?"
"What?"
"You heard me. Do you want me to take it?"
"I mean-" Dennis bites his lip anxiously. "I can wait. If you need to."
Jack hums, grabbing the device and pulling his fingers out of a very sad Dennis. "Who said anything about waiting?"
He answers the phone right as he slides his cock into Dennis, whose eyes widen the second his words register. "How's it going brother?"
"Jack. What the fuck are you doing?"
"Well, if it wasn't clear from the photo, I'm kind of busy fucking your intern."
Dennis squeaks, reaching up to bat at Jack's hands. Jack puts the phone on speaker easily, tossing the phone to the side. He grabs Dennis's hands and pins his wrists down with one hand, keeping one hand on Dennis's waist to balance himself. "You sent a picture?!"
"What the-are you fucking kidding me?" Robby sputters upon hearing Dennis's voice. "What the hell are you doing?"
"What? Jealous?" Jack teases. "Yes, Den, I sent a picture. Wanted to show Robby how pretty you look on your knees for me."
"That's so-" Jack pulls out halfway and slams back into Dennis, effectively cutting off whatever complaint he was going to make. Instead it's just a whimper. "Oh, God-"
"Jack," Robby barks over the phone.
"I can't FaceTime you, perv. It takes a lot to keep him satisfied. He's so fucking needy."
"I'm not-" Dennis starts again but Jack slaps at his thigh and fucks into him harshly.
"You are, aren't you? He does better after a few rounds but Jesus, brother, he's still tight every single time."
He was. Jack has to stop himself from spilling into Dennis like a teenager every single time he pushes in. The way he grips Jack's cock like a vice, the sounds he makes, little gasps of air, the way his toes curl right when he's about to come-
"Abbot." Robby's voice is hard and Jack grins at the tone. He loves when Robby gets all snappy and possessive. One of the greatest joys in his life is pushing Robby's buttons. "Stop touching him."
"Why? Last I checked you're not here to help him out. I can't leave him all desperate."
He shifts slightly, angling his dick a little better and is rewarded with sinful moans spilling out of Dennis's mouth. "Oh, there we go. Sorry, sweetheart, just needed a second to find that spot."
"J-ack," Dennis barely threatens. His legs curl around Jack's waist, always trying to pull Jack closer, drag him back in. Like Jack would ever want to leave him. "Hang up. Now."
"Why? I'm pretty sure Robby likes hearing you."
There's a slight pause, a silent hitch. Waiting to see who will deny it, who will hang up first. Dennis is inches away from the phone, he could reach out and end the call. Robby is all alone is some fuckass cabin and could do it just as easily.
Jack chooses that moment to lean down and use his teeth to graze at Dennis's pec, biting down and sucking harshly.
It's an immediate win. Dennis keens, hips flinching, eyes rolling back, dick twitching in between their bodies.
He can hear Robby swearing over the phone. "Tell me how it feels, Dennis."
Jack bites down harder when Dennis fails to respond.
"Dennis," Robby says almost desperately. "Give me something, kid."
"It's-fuck-hurts, he's so mean, but it's good-"
"What does he look like, Jack?"
"Prettiest thing I've ever seen on a mattress," Jack responds, pulling out slowly and slamming his hips back against Dennis's. "Got him on his back and he's trying to get me closer. Balls deep in him isn't enough. Poor thing wants to feel it in his throat."
Dennis twists slightly but Jack grabs his chin and forces him to make eye contact. "He's shy too. Acts like he hates hearing how pretty he is when I fuck him but you should see how fucking hard he gets."
He knows Robby is touching himself. He's a little upset he can't see it. Dennis probably even more so. There's no way Dennis doesn't drool the first time he sees Robby's cock.
Dennis's cheeks are bright red, practically glowing. Jack just grins, leaning down and kissing him messily. He's addicted to how Dennis tastes, all sweetness and honey. Everything about him was addicting.
"Too bad you can't see it yourself," Jack tells Robby when he pulls away. Dennis whines, chasing after his lips with a pout. "I have to stop myself from staring at his ass at work. Once you see it naked, it's impossible to look away."
"Send a picture," Robby challenges and Jack just laughs.
"Come home and fuck him yourself, brother. Maybe I'll share."
"Jack, please-" Dennis pleads. "I need-I'm so close-"
"Ask Robby," Jack pants, hips aching from his pacing. Dennis squeezes him so fucking nicely. "Ask Robby if you can come."
"Please," Dennis begs, reaching wildy for the phone. "Please, please, Robby, tell him I can come, please-"
"Fucking-yeah, baby you can come."
Dennis somehow manages to tighten even more and something in Jack's stomach flips and he just groans, hips chasing the pleasure and following quickly.
He has to practically peel Dennis off of him, arms still curled around him selfishly. When he pulls out of Dennis's hole he gets a slight whimper that he shushes. There's white leaking out of him and Jack tsks lightly.
"Don't waste it," he chides, reaching down and scooping some of the cum up on his fingers and forcing it back in. Dennis mumbles something incoherent in response. "You want a picture of this, Robby? Or would you rather see it in person?"
There's an annoyed sigh. "I'll be there by the morning. Make sure he gets enough sleep tonight."
The call ends. Dennis opens one eye sleepily to stare at Jack. "Was that your plan? To get him home sooner?"
"No. I just wanted to see if I could piss him off or not."
The kid scoffs. "Sure, Jack. Whatever you say."
Well, if Jack could only lie to himself, that was between him and the next session with his therapist.
Okay there are plenty of smutfics where Dennis gets used to hell and back, I appreciate them quite a lot. But what I need? I need Dennis to wear that man out, deadass milk that fucker for all he’s worth, load after load until he can’t produce any more cum, just dry orgasms deep inside his younger boyfriend.
Is this about Robby? Abbot? Yes. Either one I don’t care, I need his horny little ass to absolutely out pace his lover/lovers. He gets out of there stuffed so full and so happy and they feel like they’ve been drained of their life forces. Death by Snu Snu vibes.
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I need y’all to realize that DIRECTING an episode does not equal WRITING an episode. I love that Shawn Hatosy directed Ep. 9 but people are crediting him on the written interactions between characters that SHOULD actually be credited to Cynthia Adarkwa, a Ghanaian American woman. Who wrote episode 9. And the interactions you’re all loving and feeling devastated over.
I think Shawn did an amazing job and helped pull great performances out of the actors, but once again, those performances and dialogues were created and written by Cynthia Adarkwa and the writing team.
I've felt an affinity with Robby from the very beginning, but his and Jack's scene? I teared up immediately. And sure, I want to fangirl about how important it was for Robby and Abbot and what it could mean for Rabbot, but I can't stop thinking about it, because it's so much bigger than any possible ship on the show.
This is a man whose best friend is picking up on all of these unspoken signs of Robby's spiraling mental health, and being so scared to handle it wrong. Becasue you push someone who's in that place, and 99 times out of a hundred they'll shut down and push you away even further. So you're stuck watching, waiting, trying to figure out how to let them know you're worried without risking them cutting you off completely.
And Robby. Robby who's doing his best to white knuckle it, hanging on by a thread, so close to the light at the end of the tunnel. To have a plan in place, and being the only one who knows, looking around at the people in your life and trying to figure out the last impression you want to make on them. Will they miss me? Who will take care of them if I won't be there? What do you love most about them and what do you want them to know? How do you tell them without giving it away?
So he watches how everyone gels with his replacement. She's competent and professional and empathetic and WHOLE. She isn't broken down and exhausted and barely holding it together. And sure, that's what he should want for them right? Someone who's good for them? But it doesn't mean it isn't hard for him to watch all of them replace him so easily. For Langdon to be accepted whole-heartedly, and Jack to ask her out for drinks, and Dana to laugh with her. And so when Jack tells him he likes her, he can't help his response.
"More than me?"
Only he gets more than he bargained for, because it turns out Robby isn't the only one who knows. And instead of just an unexpected last goodbye with his best friend, Jack lets him know.
"It's gonna be a lot of time to self-reflect. You sure you're can handle that?"
And immediately, his throat closes and his eyes burn. His gaze darts away, suddenly unable to meet Jack's probing stare. His lips stretch into a grin automatically, a reflex to force the emotion down. And Jack keeps going.
"Okay. You just make sure you come back. And if it gets dark, you call me."
Your best friend, the man who talked you down off the roof 10 months ago, makes it clear he knows. He knows this isn't a vacation. He knows this isn't something to congratulate you on. He knows. Just like he did 10 months ago. But it'll be different this time, right? Because he's making sure there's no one around to talk him down this time. But you aren't mad. How can you be? When you know this is it, that you can't say goodbye and end it on a bad note. But your throat still won't open and if you look at him, you'll lose it. So, you nod, keep smiling, step around, and leave with one more soft pat of Jack's shoulder.
