#abby chats

[abbybubbls]

It keeps hitting me now that Crowley becoming a demon is most likely Aziraphale's fault. Because the moment he brought up that Crowley's stars would be destroyed in a few thousand years, it immediately made Crowley question things. If Aziraphale has been aware of this the entire time he's known Crowley, he must really blame himself. No wonder he'd assume Crowley would want to be an angel again, he desperately wants to make up for it in some way when that's obviously not what Crowley wants.

[owengrose]

yes house md does a lot of malpractice probably and is kind of a dick. but he’s a dick who would fucking diagnose me and for that reason he is now my primary care doctor

[miindjack]

friendly reminder since discourse is happening and peepaw is tired:

this is okay to reblog. in fact, i highly encourage it.

[monpetitchattriste]

First time I have drawn Marichat! I am coming for Ladrien next

[anna-scribbles]

we could call it even? as in.... tis the damn season???

hm…..

[obsessedwrhys]

Aesthete

(adj.) Someone with a deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ where Abby let's you draw a portrait of her

c/w: fluff, reader is female because I refuse to believe she's straight 😡, abby being insecure (?), gun talk, some cursing, just two lesbos bickering like a married couple, kissing, did not proof read this!!

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Inside your shared room, you somehow found yourself painting on another canvas after just telling yourself you'd be done with your last one. Since you were a kid, you've always been drawn towards anything that had to do with brushes and colours. It was better spending your time painting rather than talking to people, they were always rude or just straight off insensitive. All except for someone...

Abby...

She always adored your skills. Everytime you were assigned to go on patrols together, she would just peek her head from behind your shoulder to see what you were doodling in your journal. Out of everyone you knew, she was the one constantly bragging about your drawings to her friends. And you guys aren't even dating!!

Yet... which you always liked to tell yourself.

With your brush applying another soft stroke on the canvas, you started to grow bored of it, another idea already crawling up from the back of your mind. Maybe you could try doing a portrait, you have the experience but you just don't have the subject. Almost out of instinct, you knew who to find. Pretty much the only person you'd figure would be fine with this.

Abandoning your brush and pallette on the round chair, you decided to leave and try to find Abby. It wasn't hard to find her since she would spend almost all of her time in the gym. Swinging open the glass door, you headed in and walked past several other WLFs who were also training, your eyes glued to one person.

There she was, doing bench presses as usual.

You decided to stop a few feet away from where she was, almost like you were in a trance from watching her biceps flex each time she lifted the heavy weight. Not wanting to be seen as a creep, which you already have, you walked closer to make your presence known. "Hey Abby" You said with a smile. Your voice startling her a bit.

"Oh, hey" She said before setting the weight back to its rightful place. She sits up on the bench as she looks at you with a friendly smile. "You need anything?" She said, always kind and polite towards you that it somehow made you feel all giddy inside.

"I was wondering if you'd liked to be the subject of a portrait I'm doing" You said and your words struck her a bit. She looked like she just received news of something big. "Uhh... if you're worried about the portrait turning out ugly, I promise I'll be extra focused on the details" You said, figuring if that was the reason behind her reaction.

"Huh? Ah no, I wasn't worried about that. I'm just surprised you'd pick me" She chuckles awkwardly as she stands up, her height scaring you a bit. "Did you expect me to pick someone else?" You asked, the two of you walking side by side.

"Well... maybe I figured you'd choose someone more... elegant" She said, holding the door open for you to go first. "Elegant?" You scoff out of amusement.

"Didn't you show me one of your books? Where all of the people drawn were wearing those tight dresses and having their hair up so high" Abby said, recalling the memory.

"Pssh, that's different, trust me, I know what I'm doing" You opened the door to your room, inviting her inside.

"Whatever you say" She responded with a playful smile. Once you closed the door, her eyes were already examining around the room that's messy from all of your art stuff.

"Seems like you didn't take my advice" She said, looking at the stack of books you had thrown along with the pile of discontinued drawings.

"I'll do that later" You said dismissively since you realised everytime you cleaned your supplies, you were always gonna use it and make a mess anyways, best to save it for a day where you have the energy to clean.

"Soo uhh... what do I...?" Abby walks over to where you're busy setting a brand new canvas.

"You can just sit at the sofa so you can be right in front of me" You said, putting everything in place and she just does what you instructed. She finds herself seated in front of you and it somehow made her shy. Does she pose or...? This is all new to her.

"You can move your body around a bit, just try not to move your head a lot, so uh... relax" You said, already picking up your brush. "Got it" She said as she leans back onto the cushion.

With your focus on the portrait, you failed to notice the way she was watching you, her gaze was full of warmth and admiration. She was eyeing your every move as if she was watching a film.

"I never got to ask, how did you learn to paint?" Abby said and it made you stop in your act to think it over. "Can't remember exactly when, I just knew it was fun to do so I kept doing it" You simply responded and she smiles softly at your answer. "Fun huh? Is that why you're doing a portrait of me?" She said and her playful tone made you almost freeze in place.

"I guess you could say that" You said, your hand carefully doing the shades of her face. The room remained quiet for a moment, just faint sounds of your brush mixing together different colours on your pallete. "Can you lift your head up a bit?" You asked and she does just that. "Perfect" You said and quickly press your brush back on the canvas.

Your eagerness had her struggle to contain a smile. "If only you were this passionate about your gun training" She said since this was a topic that you could care less about.

"I don’t really like guns, it's too violent for me"

"True... but its also the reason why you're still alive. C'mon, at least fix your aim" She said which had you turn to look at her.

"Whats wrong with my aim?"

"Errr..." She trails off, struggling to find the right words but you were well aware of what she was trying to say. "Just try not to have your bullets flying everywhere" She said, her response having you raise an eyebrow at her.

"... don't make me draw a hairy moustache on you" You threatened which had her laugh.

"Am I supposed to find that scary?" She asked to which you pointed the end of your paintbrush at her to warn her to be careful of her next words. This action just encouraging her even more but for her sake of not wanting a horrendous looking moustache on her portrait, she'll stop.

After a while, she let's out a soft sigh. "Getting tired?" You asked, your face hidden by the canvas so she couldn't see you.

"A bit" She admitted with an embarrassed chuckle. Your head peaks from the side of canvas, trying to mimic the sweat that was still present on her forehead due to her earlier workout.

Without even realising, you were basically staring at her face a little too hard. It was funnier from Abby's perspective cause all she could see was your pair of eyes staring at her so intensely. "Am I too far away? You're looking pretty hard" She joked, pointing out how your brows were slightly narrowed.

You ended up shushing her which she found amusing. "I'm thinking, don't disrupt my thoughts" You said.

"Yes ma'am"

After a couple of minutes, you managed to finish the portrait, just a few details here and there then you were finally satisfied with yourself. "You can get up now" You said as you carefully added some tiny dots or lines. Abby pushed herself off the sofa and stood beside you.

"Damn" She said, blown away by the portrait you had done of her. It was like a reflection in a mirror. "What are you gonna do with it?" Abby asked as you stepped back to finally admire your work. "I don't know... maybe I'll hang it up somewhere in my room" You said. This caught her interest almost immediately. "You want a portrait of me in your room?" She asked, seeming embarrassed.

"Well do you want it in your room?" You asked which made her go silent.

"It's fine, I really don't mind, you'd be surprised by how many scary things I've painted and displayed on my walls" You said, carefully picking up the canvas and moving it to the other side of the room. Abby simply follows you with her arms folded.

"Comparing my face to scary things doesn't make it sound any better" She said and you could sense a tiny hint of frustration in her tone which had you chuckle to yourself. "Stop being a baby and help me hang this up" You said after finding a open spot on the wall to put it.

"You.are.unbelievable" She shakes her head slightly with a defeated smile as she takes the canvas from your hand before standing on the chair to hang it on to the nail.

Once she was done, she stepped down from the chair to stand beside you. The two of you now staring at the portrait.

"I have to admit, you're really gifted" Abby said and it made you turn your head to look at her. "Thanks" You smiled at her compliment. The second she turns to look at you, you felt yourself melt at her stare as if her blue eyes were hypnotising you. You swore for a second you could see hearts popping up around her.

Why is she looking at you like that?

Like you're the single most beautiful thing she has ever seen

"If you uh don't mind... could I stay for a while?" She asked, her voice so soft it was intoxicating.

"Sure" You blurted out without even thinking twice.

Noticing how flustered you looked, Abby tilts her head with a grin. "You okay?" She asked but her tone was anything but concern, it was like she was teasing you, knowing the effect she had on you.

"Yeahh, I'm good" You turned around and began walking back to your supplies, feeling as though you needed to escape her presence quickly to be able to think straight.

"Are you sure? Cause you looked like you wanted to kiss me just now" She said and it stopped you from reaching out to your brushes. Your mind was short circuiting.

Fuck this woman...

"And what if I said I wanted to?" You managed to say since it was easier that you weren't looking at her.

Suddenly you could hear her footsteps approaching you from behind, almost like each step she took added a weight in your chest. The tension on you shoulders relaxed the moment you felt her hands placed on them, gently, she turned you around to have you face her.

"Then kiss me" She said, no, pleaded. Her face showing how much she also wanted this.

You leaned in closer to her, the two of you haven't even kissed yet but just from the feeling of your chests pressed together made you both breathless. Eventually you pressed your lips on hers, taking it slow as you wanted to savour this moment, but it didn't last long as the desperation started to grew.

Within seconds, you were kissing Abby hard and she did the same, her hand wrapped around the back of your neck while the other is placed on your hip. The kiss was messy. Your hands grabbing at whatever you could on her body as you were completely lost in the taste of her.

Your touch was driving her crazy as well, thinking back to the countless nights of how she much she wanted this. To have you this close, to have you melt just from her lips. Out of breath and feeling tired, you pulled away but Abby didn't let you and quickly pulled you back in for another kiss. Her action causing you to yelp and for a sec she felt her stomach flip. She chuckles.

"So pretty" She muttered before pressing her lips back on yours again and again, not wanting the moment to end.

"Abby..." You laid your hands on her arms and she pulled back to admire you. The mess she had made of you.

"Yes...?" She said, gently caressing your face.

"You keep kissing me and I'm gonna pass out" You said and your words had her chuckle softly.

"Sorry, can't help it when your lips are so sweet" She said, her thumb rubbing on your cheek affectionately.

"Did you think this would happen when you asked me to come over?" She asks.

"Ummm... maybe?" You said. You had a feeling something might happen but you never thought it'd turn out like this.

"I've just liked you for a very long time but I wasn't sure you felt the same" You confessed and her smile grew wider.

"Seriously? What, was me bragging about you to everyone not obvious enough? Should I have been starting a fan club for you so you'd find out better?" She teased and you smacked her on the shoulder playfully.

"Maybe you should, then I'd know that you actually liked me" She sighs, pretending to act like she's regretting this missed opportunity.

"You're right. Maybe if I did start a massive fan club dedicated to you, we would of had this kiss sooner" She said, leaning in closer to have her forehead rested on yours.

"Well we're here now aren't we?" You looked up at her, a smirk on your face.

"True" She then started to move and you couldn't help but let your eyes flutter close, waiting for her to kiss you again but somehow the feeling of her lips on yours never came.

You opened your eyes and found her actually moving her lips inches away from your ears instead. "How about we clean your room now, hm?" She said which had you in disbelief. She was now reminding you of how dirty your room is after just kissing you.

"If tidying up my things is so much fun then sure" You moved away from her but she was quick to follow you.

"If I get to spend more time with you, I don't see anything boring about it" Abby said, already on to arrange your stack of unorganised books. You watch her with a look of gratitude, knowing this mess is gonna take a very long time to clean.

"Thanks Abs"

"You can thank me with a kiss after we're done" She shoot you a cheeky smile which had you roll your eyes with the corner of your lips curving upwards.

"Fine" You stood beside her to help with putting your books in order. Seeing how focused you were, Abby couldn't help but have her hip nudging yours on purpose to get your attention. You chuckle, knowing this cleaning session is gonna take a while.

(Now I'm gonna do super duper angst Ellie, this plot has been stuck on my mind 😄)

[shemybitchhh]

𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕥𝕣𝕦𝕤𝕥

Sinopsis: my gc with the characters of tlou :) enjoy!

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3 // Part 4

C: Hey guys! Carm here. This was just an idea I had three hours ago and I just NEEDED to put myself in the story yk. Let's see if the plot changes in the near future and if it brings a background with it.

Remember to stay hydrated, sleep well and masturbate ♡

[kiichikonoes]

In another universe,

“Because you have great taste Luka!”

“…my name is Adrien”

[charbles]

Draw your favorite fnaf movie character?

these ones :]

[cherrytimemachine]

Notes I have after watching the movie again:

- When Mike was telling Vanessa about Garrett, she kept looking away, not even saying anything like “I’m sorry for your loss.” She seems to have known that her dad was responsible by her actions, but did she find out before that moment, or did she only just realize what the connection was when Mike told her the story?

- Abby specifically said it was Golden Freddy who told her what happened to Garrett, so he somehow knows the specifics of what happened. When he told her this is uncertain.

- Vanessa stared at the picture of the children and the yellow rabbit in one scene, and I wonder if it was her who drew it, or perhaps GF? It would have to be someone who knows that the kids were playing with Spring Bonnie.

- Vanessa knows that Mike can change what happened in his dreams. Did she have some sort of dream experience when she was there? Or does she understand the feeling of wishing she could go back in time and change something from her past?

- GF is actively changing Mike’s dream and he knows what Mike wants, despite what he says to the kids. How does GF know what he’s thinking?

- Golden Freddy never attacked Mike in his dream, only the other children.

- It’s left ambiguous whether Aunt Jane died in the movie. If GF left her alive, did he do that on purpose? If so, did he do it because he didn’t want to kill her for personal reasons, or because she was Abby’s family? Would he have spared Mike’s life if the other children hadn’t been there to handle him?

- Vanessa showed up exactly when Mike was about to die. How did she know Mike was in danger? Did someone warn her? Was she hanging out there and heard him pounding on the door?

- GF disappears after Abby gets into the building and isn’t there to attack Abby. He leaves just as she’s about to be taken hostage by the other kids. Why wasn’t he forced to help like the other kids?

- When Vanessa shot William, she looked upset that she did, like it pained her to hurt him. She wasn’t really afraid, she was sad that her dad put her in the position where she had no choice but to hurt him.

- At the end, when the spotlights were turned on the picture and Afton, how did they point in the right direction? Mike flipped the breaker to turned the lights back on, but the spotlights came on at specific times. Did Golden Freddy turn the lights on? The lights seemed to work the same way as they did when the ghosts were manipulating them.

- Afton actually cried in pain when the GF ghost was watching, even reaching out for help. He let his guard down in front of this one child, while before he’d held it in to try and remain in control. Did the pain become too much to hide, or did he show weakness on purpose?

- GF kept on staring as Afton writhed in pain, not even smiling at his torment, only shutting the door without a word, without a hint of emotion or breaking eye contact.

- Vanessa is only listed in the credits by her first name, not even the last name Shelly.

[abbybubbls]

I NEED to see them be the best of buddies that have little crushes on each other but have no idea what to do about them so they're just very excited and curious about it

[owengrose]

reblog for sample size etc etc

[thatbluehairedfem]

I'm sharing my secret shame

I got into the last of us because tiktok dangled Ellie & Abby edits infront of me like a toddler with keys

But I'm just a lesbian who likes mascs so I don't think I can be held accountable for my thirst tbh

[monpetitchattriste]

Tried to do a cool design on the bell. Idk if I like it. But here’s more ladynoir

[anna-scribbles]

Despite what Ladybug had promised, when the light of their detransformations faded, Adrien pried his swollen eyes open and he could see.

And, like a vision straight from his darkest nightmares, the bloody, terrified face staring back at him was Marinette’s.

- one of my favorite scenes from chapter 4 of call it even :))

[shellxrls]

wait are jj and rafe the same person

RHODY !!! have u learned NOTHING?

no. they r not. they are my SEPERATE husbands.

source a (jj):

source b (rafe):

diff people !! also jj is a narrative foil to rafe and they’re both portrayed to live highly opposing lifestyles in the show !!