is anyone else like wildly obsessed w their flight ancient or is it just me. man I love aberrations

edit: fellow abby lovers. pretty pretty please show me your abbys 🙏🙏

Gregory and Abby's first stop at the FNAF pizzaplex is Freddy!

Andrew is the favorite uncle. Not just for Aaron and Nicky’s kids but all the foxes kids are just obsessed with uncle Andrew.

None of the foxes understand why except for Neil. But that only because Neil is there when Andrew gets up at three am to answer a phone call from their sobbing niece, who admits for the first time out loud that maybe she isn’t a boy and “is that okay uncle Andrew”. Or when Kevin’s kid shows up at there house after getting in an argument with her dad and Andrew lets her rage and rant until it doesn’t seem like the end of the world anymore, then walks her home (hc: they live pretty close for a while cause their on the same team). Or when nobody can get Aaron’s twins to stop crying but as soon as Andrew is given a turn at trying to calm the babies they stop immediately.

The kids all love Andrew he’s the first one they go to with their issues, he’s the first one they run too when all the foxes are together, he’s the first one that they come out too if they’re queer(Nicky is so mad when his kid comes out to Andrew before him)

He’s just a really good uncle.

The interaction we saw between Buck and Tommy was so critical in highlighting the healthiness and stability of their relationship.

Not only did Tommy recognize that Buck wasn’t okay and that he was trying to deflect with humour, he actively made space for Buck to express his emotions and talk about what was bothering him.

When Buck shared anecdotes about his family and his team, Tommy reciprocated and opened up about his own issues with his father.

Tommy actively acknowledged that he was a worse version of himself under Captain Gerrard (showing that he’s not trying to sanitize or hide his past from Buck).

Tommy is matching Buck pace for pace in this relationship, and that’s so important.

The bar may seem low, but we’ve never seen this level of equality before with Buck’s partners, not truly. Buck is always the one giving parts of himself away, the one deflecting and masking himself with humour and self-deprecation. Tommy doesn’t let that happen.

More importantly, he lets Buck dictate when he’s ready for the conversation to move on. The moment Buck turns the conversation in a flirty direction by asking about Daddy Issues, Tommy immediately notes the change of tone and rises to meet it, giving us an absolute sniper of a line “God I hope so.”

These two are in lockstep with each other. They’re still in the early stages of their relationship and getting to know each other, but the way they’re going about it is so incredibly healthy. They’re going slow, getting to know each other, and building up the anticipation with each date and moment spent together. They’re creating something special here. Something meant to last.

Can we agree that the "Thats two things" line from Mike was autistic as shit

tags | gf!abby hcs, abby x reader, random little thoughts, more self indulgent hcs!

𐙚 gf!abby who loses her mind when she isn't getting your undivided attention. you could be in the same room, mere inches away from one another, and she's got her head buried in her pillow, theatric cries muffled against the decorative pillowcase because your hands are everywhere but where they're supposed to be; playing with her hair, scratching her back, tracing the freckles on her skin, on her.

𐙚 gf!abby who lifts her head only to glare at you; blonde eyebrows furrowed, pouty lips downturned, clearly unhappy with the way her behavior has you cooing at her like a baby, chuckling through your faux sympathy- though, she quickly gets over it when you tuck her hair behind her ear, golden strands that had fallen loose from her braid.

𐙚 gf!abby who uses your stomach as a pillow. she's a big napper- something that wasn't always the case, usually sticking to a strict schedule to guarantee she wouldn't miss her sessions at the gym. that all changed when she met you. you seemed to flip a switch in her hardwired brain, your presence leaving her melting against you any chance she got, nuzzling her droopy face into the plushness of your stomach, hands squeezing at the extra fat of your body as the sound of your breathing lulls her into a deep, restful sleep that has her, quite literally, drooling.

𐙚 gf!abby who's a self-proclaimed chef (for good reason.) she's always in the kitchen, cooking up recipes she found while scrolling pinterest, making a mental note of all the things she thought you'd like. she keeps you well fed- there had been countless times your freshly-made ramen had ended up in the trash before the sodium-infused noodles even passed the threshold of your lips, abby grumbling about how unhealthy it was, how she wouldn't let her girl eat that fake shit. she makes sure her cooking skills always stay in tip-top shape.

𐙚 gf!abby who takes each argument, no matter how small, how unimportant, to heart. she calms you down with soft kisses peppered persistently against your skin, until the crease between your eyebrows softens, a smile pulling to the corners of your downturned lips. then, soft apologies fill your ears to the absolute brim, a million, i'm sorries, even if she wasn't in the wrong. her blue eyes bore into you, oceanic irises flooding you with a feeling of pure contentment, wrapped like a gift with a little bow called love.

𐙚 gf!abby who loves writing you little notes. whether it be sweet messages hung on the fridge with a magnet, i love you's traced into the foggy mirror after a shower, or even texts sent to you throughout the day on the rare occasion you two spend apart, she's always going to let you know how she feels, no matter if that's to complain on said days your conflicting plans force you away from one another.

the same goes for pictures, especially on the days you don't see each other much. she's sure to send you a selfie of her flexing in the mirror after a long workout session, or a facebook-mom-esque shot of a plate of food before she even thinks to dig it, wanting to keep you updated on the most miniscule of things, her mind always filled with you, you you.

"I’ve tried spending more time with dad in my dreams and in my art. But he’s- god, he’s impossible. Just give me a straight answer, man. A word, a gesture, a look at your face even. I think he was like this in real life, Cecil. I think his ambiguity, his vagueness, is why mom hated talking about him. He's not enigmatic or magical. He is fucking frustrating. All these cryptic images, but I don’t think there’s much to understand about an absent father."

what a shame, i can see it all now that we’re through

- firearm by lizzy mcalpine

(chapter 5 of call it even is making me feel bonkers insane. thank u @sha-nwa)

Their friendship and awards season is the gift that keeps on giving 😩

Take care.

so i had a thought.

i love this trend and these made me laugh because i immediately thought 'this is def how ellie and abby would react to this trend' lmfao.

ellie:

abby:

anyways, thank you for coming to my ted talk 🏃🏽‍♀️💨 *scadaddles*

imagine waking up and the first thing you see is abby’s face smushed against her pillow, lips looking more like a fish’s than not. the morning sun really loves her and really has it out for you. it gets all her angles, makes her hair glow, and gives her the prettiest freckles that you get to dote in kisses every day. fuck you, sun, making her look so fucking cute but you can’t tell her that because she’s ASLEEP!!!!! and she desperately needs it so you gotta ignore your instincts to kiss and instead take your hand and run it, very very lightly, from her eyebrow to her cheekbone, along her cheek and down to her chin before going back. either your touch is light as fuck or she’s the heaviest sleeper in the world [it’s the latter] because you enjoy tracing your angel for at least 10 minutes before she twitches. she recognizes your touch and shuffles closer. you cup her cheek. her eyes are still closed but she’s smiling. “my pretty baby,” you coo.

but running your thumb back and forth under her eye can only hold you for sooo long. you! must! kiss! her! face! and you do and she laughs and you keep kissing her face until she decides to catch your lips with hers in passing. you’re both smiling into it so it’s more trying not to accidentally knock your teeth together or trying not to snort and bonk heads than lips kissing. cupping the back of your head, she keeps you anchored to her lips. the smiles fade and you’re trying to shove all your love for her into her through this kiss and you can feel her doing the same.

morning kisses with the both of you are about as serious as lovers reuniting after years apart.

What FNAF crimes are Abby and Gregory scheming,,

in my heart of hearts mike wheeler is absolutely an athena kid but i also have to offer up a concept that i think has extreme comedic and dramatic potential aka: repressed gay teenager mike showing up at camp half blood unsure of who his godly parent is and feeling insecure about not having powers and one day when he’s making not-so-secret heart eyes at his best friend and son of apollo will byers is when a bunch of glowing floating hearts show up above his head. and that’s how mike gets claimed by none other than aphrodite, the goddess of love and sexuality, and is in full denial about it for three days because he thinks it’s some kind of sick and twisted JOKE

(on aphrodite’s end, she’s upset mike is throwing away the gift of true love and keeps trying to trick him out of repression by making more and more improbable and hilarious gifts appear when he and will are hanging out. mike hands will a book and it turns into a box of chocolates and he has to fling it away like a frisbee before will sees it. they’re having lunch and romantic music starts playing. she gives mike the same blessing she used to claim piper and will can’t even look in his direction for a full day because he starts blushing so hard. fifty bouquets of flowers show up at the apollo cabin’s doorstep with a note that says love, mike and by the end of it, mike isn’t even repressed and unsure about his sexuality anymore — he’s just trying to not throw himself into the bonfire out of sheer embarrassment)

THE BESTIES PARTY | Harlan Coben's Shelter 1x08

riding abby’s thigh is all i can think about. she’d be the one to encourage it in the first place, stating it was a crime you never had. the muscles in her thick thighs flexing as your bare cunt took what it needed. her boxers soaked as you moaned out her name. god, abby wishes she could see your ass right now, but it was even better looking upon your stunning face, pretty eyes locking on abby’s as you come.