#jack ✨

[bluephoenixgirl]

Everytime I hear the song Melting by Kali Uchis, I think of ✨him✨

[aherdofbees]

[seafoamdew]

I have ✨ plot ✨

[imtheiliad]

happy birthday, little butterfly!!!

🥺🥺🥺🦋🦋thank you 🥰

[mahoganyrust]

Jack rendition of ‘The Fallen Angel’.

It’s been ages since I did proper digital painting. 3hrs and 40m go brrrrrrrrrrrr.

[ohtobeleah]

Hey Leah! How about?: a reader who's a librarian (maybe she works at a nearby to PTMC medical library) and she's known to the students and residents because she helps them/has helped them before. However, she comes in one day because she fell off one of those rolling ladders and Jack is the attending who signs off on her care and falls in love etc.

Thoughts?

Ah! What a fun way of having the reader meet Jack Abbot. That's so innocent and wholesome. 🥹

Jack would be the silent observer type. He'd let his residents do their jobs, workups, assessments and treatment. He'd just…observe, from afar. His eyes would be drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

How do you know all his residents? Did he need to work day shift more often? Wait, what are the odds that you'd be single? Are you free next holiday weeke—?

“Dr. Abbot?” It’s Mel. “We’re happy to discharge, minor concussion but t—”

“Does she have anyone at home for supervision? Few hours for observations wouldn't hurt if the answer is no.” He doesn't miss a fucking beat. You aren't leaving. You can't! Jack hasn't even had a proper conversation with you.

“Oh, I was about to say Y/n was thinking about heading back to the library for the rest of the afternoon.”

Jacks speechless. He just stares at you from across the hall. He's over by the nurses station, observing from a far.

“I'll speak with her.” Is all he says before he moves. His leg is sore, he's walking with a slight limp. Its the weather…it always irritates the skin.

But then, Jacks looking at you, face to face, and he can't form a proper sentence. You're beautiful. You're the woman he sees in his dreams. The woman who came to him in his fever dream of a recovery. It was you, Jack was sure of it.

“Sorry, what?” He barely speaks, but its enough to have him waking up from the fantasy realm he wondered off to.

“It's a minor concussion, I've had worse migraines if I'm being perfectly honest.” You smile from your place in the bed. “Really, I just won't claim any ladders.”

“Uh, yeah—yeah sure, uh, lets get you all sorted and on your way.” Jack panicked. He doesn't panic on a bad day, yet here he was…panicking.

“What’s going on in here?” Its Robby. He's here to pick up something from his locker on the way out of town. Jack can't breathe. He fucking knows Robby is about to say or do something to completely mess this— “I hope our friendly neighbourhood librarian isn't being too much of a hassle here Jack.”

“Just leaving,” You speak. “I fell off the very ladder you gave me shit for last week.”

It all happens so fast. Jack can't stop it. He deserved it, however. Because of Robby wasn't wrong.

“Ah, well I'm sure Dr. Abbot here made sure to rule everything out, if he took a moment to stop planning how he's going to propose to you, that is.”

“So not cool man!” Jack sighs. He's turning beet red.

“Give him your number so I don't have to.” Robby sends you prayer hands before leaving. You just smile, slowly reaching for your phone.

“I’m really sorry about that.” Jack tries to offer up some of that barely resembles an apology. You just shrug.

“Hey, this saves me from having to find a way to end up back here.”

[duusheen]

The end

[justarandombrit]

Graphic novel, this, 1963 movie, that. Can't we all agree that the best adaptation of Lord of the Flies is this shitty two page comic at the back of my revision guide?

[mendelsohnben]

Jack smouldering like ¬‿¬✨

[daeniradraconis]

Hey darlings 💛

Wish I had better news to share with you today, but here we go…

As some of you know I lost my aunt earlier this year due to a heart condition. Recently, we found out from her doctor that it’s something that runs in the family, specifically among the women on her side. So, we all got checked.

Turns out, I’m the lucky one who ended up with the same condition.

The good news is we caught it early.

The bad news is I’ll need surgery.

And as if that wasn’t enough, during all the tests, we also found out that I have cancer. So yeah… turns out being constantly tired lately wasn’t just bad sleep. 🙃

The tricky part is that I can’t have heart surgery until I’m cancer-free. So I’ve started chemo, and between the pain, the treatments, and everything else… life’s been rough lately.

So I’m going to be really honest with you — I need to put writing on hold for a bit. Right now, I’m not in the right headspace to give my stories the love they deserve. I want to come back when I can write with joy and creativity, not just push through.

But I will come back — once I’ve got the energy, both physically and mentally. Promise!

And don’t worry, I still want to keep things light and chatty on this blog. Not trying to turn this into a sad space, just being real with you. 💛

[kedsandtubesocks]

💌 Joel Miller’s love… feels like a lighthouse, the unwavering guiding force in the storm that brings you home everytime

💌 Javier Peña’s love… is steady and true, like the Texas sunsets that often have so many different shades, but are open and wrap their warmth around you

💌 Frankie Morales’s love… is a phone call answered at 2am, never hesitating to be by your side no matter what because you’re the center of his world

💌 Din Djarin’s love… bleeds as pure as his beskar, shining with loyalty, molded and forged to only you that it transcends galaxies

💌 Dieter Bravo’s love… matches his eclectic soul like a fun house, dazzling sometimes slightly confusing, but every surprise for you is out of pure adoration

💌 Marcus Pike’s love… is a cozy night in, a bit simple at the surface but reliable and warm to embrace in the comforts it promises you

💌 Jack Daniel’s love… feels like a night at an amusement park, you might not know what wild ride you see but it’s memorable and leaves you breathless

💌 Ezra’s love… is like the sea at night, beautiful and a bit mysterious but drawing you in with its unknown depths every time

[boyleblr]

✨just a dude cleaning his sword shirtless in his room after murdering someone✨

a collab with @writeandsee

[hisui-dreamer]

not so secret

Character: Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Leona Kingscholar, Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi, Azul Ashengrotto, Jade Leech, Floyd Leech, Kalim Al-Asim, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit, Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt, Idia Shroud, Silver, Sebek Zigvolt, Lilia Vanrouge, Malleus Draconia

waking up and going to school in the morning only to notice a bouquet of your favourite flowers at your doorstep

you inspect them carefully, and you notice each and every one is vibrant and flawless, as if they were picked meticulously with care

there's a little card along with the twine tying the bouquet together

"happy valentine's day, prefect"

these are for you??? who was so thoughtful to do something like this??

hmmm...

wait! you've only mentioned your favourite flowers to a few amount of people

and you're pretty sure which one said list of people would be most likely to leave flowers for you

lucky him then. you were already planning on getting him a box of his favourite chocolates

only now you're not so nervous about your feelings being unreciprocated (⁠灬⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠灬⁠)

[danicloth]

Day 24 Stop Motion Film 🎃

We’re simply meant to be… 🎶

[noahxczerny]

how does jack wolfe do that ✨ ✨ thing with his eyes

[ohtobeleah]

I don't go here (aka i haven't watched the Pitt) but I feel like Jack Abbott could be convinced of having a quickie in some abandoned hospital room with doctor/nurse reader like maybe they've had busy or conflicting schedules so they just gotta bang it out

You should go here. You and Mr. Abby should give it a go. Bailey and I really enjoyed it. I more so than him.

But! He is. He's also the type of person to fake shock horror at the suggestion.

“Are you on meth?” He doesn't even blink as he's grabbing you by the wrist. “You wanna do what in the where now!?” But his feet are moving in that general direction.

And when you arrive he smirks and tilts his chin up to look down at you through intimidating, loving eyes. “Good thing I only need two, huh?”