#abby's arms

[abbysthighs]

She looks even cuter when she’s cranky though…

[les-tigres-de-papier]

Perfect arms.

Perfect eyes.

Perfect pout.

(„• ֊ •„)

[abbysidebitch]

She acts like she wants to attract women.

[elliesbestgirl]

her arms holy (please hold me to sleep)

[caszzine]

creaming and screaming

[munsonsfairy]

*gulp*

[roqui-artwork]

Rockstar!Abby 🎸🐺

p.s: she’s the drummer and Ellie is the main guitarist 🧎🏻‍♀️

p.s 2: all the tattoos are my original designs & the shirt lettering too!

[littl3sp4rkly4ngel]

i would let her fist me with her arm if she wanted to tbh……….

[m1xrai]

😫🙏🏻

[abbysthighs]

I need her to hug me so hard my spine snaps.

[yuu-should-probably-not]

Triple Mike :D

Was bored and decided what's better than one foxy bro- three different versions of him

Into the Ball Pit Au @pixlokita

Mike and Abby Au @victhetiredartist

Ai Mike Au @soniccrazygal

Colors came out wrong T^T

[sunflawyer]

Jimmy "I'm winning in life" McGill.

he likes to show off to his colleagues that he got a beautiful princess angel wife ୧⁠(⁠＾⁠ ⁠〰⁠ ⁠＾⁠)⁠୨ look at him so smug and proud...

[kassandras-one-braincell]

you know, when you scroll past that one misogynistic dude in every Abby tiktok comment section bitching about her character, you find an array of unhinged, unabashed gay declarations. and i'm absolutely living for them lmao

[dinasupremacy]

abby anderson tlou it girl <3

[ronantwins]

I'm so sorry but "threatens Joel with with a scalpel" is so funny to me. Look at that baby knife

[whatwouldsylwrite]

reader pole dance practice with everyone watching + slightly jealous abby? 👀

Oh god pole dancers my beloveds

Abby always admired what your body could do: you always looked so graceful when you'd climb the pole and spin around like it was nothing, like it didn't require any effort or strength. It was fucking hot and she'd be at your practice at all times, drooling so much that at this point she'd be dehydrated. She didn't even mind when other people watched you as long as they stayed respectful.

Until this time.

There were a few additions to the hockey team, and of course they wanted to explore the activity centre. And of course someone mentioned, from the pure kindness of their fucking heart, the dance studio.

On the time and day when you were practicing.

At first Abby was fine - it wasn't like you danced pure pornography every time, and she wasn't insane to think she was the only one who was allowed to watch you dance. Besides, if someone could admire you for your skill and strength she'd only feel proud - fuck yeah it took a lot to learn how to pole dance.

But no.

You was doing one of the choreos that required heels, and Abby watched you spin and hold yourself up so you could spread your legs in a split, your booty shorts covering just enough to not get a fine for public indecency. Abby knew you had to wear short shorts so you wouldn't slip on the pole, but right now as she glanced at her side where boys were sitting, Abby wasn't okay with it at all.

Her new teammates were watching you go into a wide squat with hungry eyes and Abby furrowed in silent anger. She knew what they were thinking about because she was thinking the same: how hot and seductive you were, how your moves looked like an invitation to sex.

Abby wanted to tell them that you were hers, that the only person who this show was meant for was her, and they should pick up their jaws and stop fantasizing about you, because their fantasies would never become reality.

But Abby wasn't going to make a scene, no. She'd just imagine 1000 and 1 way to kill her new teammates.

"God I wish I was there instead of that pole." One of the boys said with a smirk and the other one nodded.

"She so hot." He said dreamingly.

"Watch your tongue." Abby heard herself say in dangerous tone. Her mouth opened faster before she had time to think. "She's mine."

Boys turned to Abby, clearly wanting to start an argument - Abby heard those arguments a million times before - but you emerged from the dance studio, panting and sweaty, and their heads turned back to you. One of the boys opened his mouth to start a conversation, but you ignored his entire existence.

"Hi." You smiled, looking only at Abby.

She stood up and hugged you, putting her hands on the small of your back.

"Hi baby."

And if Abby looked straight at her new teammates with dark satisfaction over your shoulder as she hugged you possessively, showing who you belonged to, well. You didn't have to know about that.