#it defo sucks

[sinstear]

masterlist ♰ series masterlist

dealer!abby who enjoys sitting on the couch, with you perched happily on her lap with your fingers weaving through her soft hair. one hand resting on the plush of your thigh, while her other holds a joint between her fingers loosely. abby’s eyes are red and hooded, looking up at you with a lazy grin. “you’re so pretty,” she murmurs, a slight rasp to her voice and she chuckles when you’re squirming in her lap, looking down at her shyly. “getting shy on me?” abby teases, can’t ever hold herself back from doing so when it’s so easy to tease you. “didn’t get shy when you had my fingers in your greedy cunt last night, but when i call you pretty, you’re shy?” she tuts, squeezing your thigh just enough to have you gasping. she hears you suck in a deep breath once her fingers leave your thigh, reaching up and lightly brushing the bed shirt— her shirt, away from your shoulder and grins up at you. “can’t say anything?” abby presses again, your hands gripping her shoulder tightly as one of her cups the back of your neck. “no? made you really shy, hm?”

“abs.” you softly sighed, pupils blown.

“dunno what you want, baby,” abby mumbled and cocked her head to the side, still looking at you. “or are you just thinking about last night? last night was so good that it’s all you can think about? cock drunk already and i’ve not even touched you today.”

if you weren’t thinking about it— you’d never admit that to her and boost her already big ego, you sure as hell were thinking about it now. she only had to touch you in certain places, whisper things to you, look at you with that look and the only thoughts in your head are of what happened last night. the feeling of her hands still all over you linger in the back of your mind, the feeling of her lips against the shell of your ear has shivers running down your spine and her condescending laugh has you biting back a whine.

you never forget the way abby touches you. even if it’s been a few days, you never forget. you certainly don’t forget the way she had your body beneath hers, hand lightly wrapped around your throat— squeezing just enough to pull whimpers from between your lips, and her long thick fingers buried deep in your cunt, curling them your walls and growling each time you clenched around her. the small whimpered “please” you would whine out, hips grinding up and trying to get more from her. abby always enjoyed the way your body melted at her touch, needing to touch her whenever she was close.

your body ached for her. even when she was giving you whatever you wanted, you ached for her, ached for her touch, her words, even her relentless teasing. you needed it all. you can still feel the way she manhandled you on your stomach, pinning your arms behind your back in one of her hands, face mushed into the soft silk pillows and grinding into your ass. “yeah, still so needy, hm?” comes her raspy voice against your ear, the sound makes your clit throb. “made you cum, and yet, you still need me to make a mess of you. you’d let me do anything to you, wouldn’t you?” 

the only sound that came from you was a whine. maybe it was pathetic, maybe it was slutty, but it always drove abby insane. every sound she deliciously pulled from you, had her cunt throbbing, boxers soaked, breath ragged and head dizzy. you were her drug. day or night, she wanted— needed you like she’s never wanted something more. 

abby loved to make you a complete mess.

her favorite will always be having you riding her cock once she’s made you cum a few times that night, hands guiding your hips up and down, whispering praises into your neck as you grabbed her shoulders, nails sinking into her skin and softly panting against her head. there’s nothing she loves more than letting herself go with you, always wanting to have you close. on the outside abby can be mean sometimes, having you squirming and crying from how good she’s treating you, but on the inside, she never wants to see you hurt or upset. taking care of you is something that is highly important to you, and if she ever hurt you, she would never forgive herself. which is why when the nights come to an end, her heart melts and she smiles when you’re lazily riding her cock, mumbling how much you love her, taking everything you deserve.

she’d give you everything. that’s always a promise. 

abby’s laugh pulled you from your sudden intrusive thoughts, that you spend too long thinking about, and had you looking down at her with an involuntry pout on your lips when her hand gripped your chin between her fingers, testing you silentely. joint still between her other fingers, “let’s finish this, and then i’ll show you how cock drunk i can make you, yeah?”

[ineffablesuffering]

as a 23 year old woman walking home alone at 2am, I seek comfort in the fact that crowley and azira would never let a woman walk home alone, nor would micheal or david

[banchiedoingart]

theyre flirting

[titfairy]

[harriertail]

do u think the authors chose the leaders to be specifically thunderclan & windclan so they could name the conbo stormclan bc u would've

Hm probably becoz they are not really neighbours in the forest, so the territory shape is kinda awkward. The authors probs picked the leaders randomly tho tbh. I can imagine Galestar and Stripestar scheming to come up with that name and being so chuffed about it as well lol.

[quiltedlovers]

hate to admit it as a card carrying hater of sequels and remakes but the juice is in fact loose

[gracieblood]

unsolved mysteries of the universe:

what came first, the chicken or the dickhead?

where the hell did alex put my chair?

why’d you only call me when you’re high?

who the fuck are arctic monkeys?

who’s that girl there?

[blubushie]

Watching Mavis contemplate the idea of herself possibly being on the path to becoming an alcoholic is strangely cathartic after how she treated me for being an alcoholic. I'd say I wouldn't wish the shit I've gone through on my worst enemy, and that's mostly true. I wouldn't wish the shit I've gone through in full on my worst enemy.

So I hope her recovery goes quick. But I also hope it sucks. I hope she gets withdrawals that she recovers from, but I hope she suffers the fevers and the chills and the cramps and the cravings and the agony. I hope she learns a lesson in how she enables and encourages the way society treats the struggling, the less fortunate, the downtrodden, the traumatised, the addicted.

I hope she learns something from this and never speculates or utters another fucking word about anyone else's coping habits or addictions. I hope she learns to stay in her fucking lane and not judge people for the methods they use to cope.

I hope she comes away with the knowledge of what her own medicine tastes like, and I hope it's bitter.

[leopardom]

i've come to the conclusion that i either have the worst timing when it comes to messaging/posting or i'm straight up annoying every single soul on earth so i just get ignored. or maybe both

[skrunksthatwunk]

it bites!! awooooo

[pctterscars]

OBX3 SPOILERS (maybe?? idk, just adding this to be safe)

i love how popecleo had a better buildup in ONE season than j*ara did in THREE seasons

[deadlifeseries]

So unlike you

Oh boy oh boy angst time. This was requested by my mutual @callisto-moon-bot150 she asked for angst with a happy ending, involving Prowl and Bulkhead arguing.

Honestly it was hard to think of something they'd argue about but i figured it out, this ficlet takes place during\after that one episode where Prowl teams up with Lockdown and has a sort of craze for mods.

"Prowl?.... PROWL! What do you think you're doing?! You can't go after Starscream alone!" Bulkhead looked towards the sky at the small ship that Prowl took to go after the allspark signal on the moon.

"Don't worry, Bulkhead. I know what I'm doing, I have the emp and stasis cuffs there's nothing to worry about". Prowl's tone was as calm as ever, but something about the confidence in his voice felt different. Prowl wasn't one to doubt his abilities, but he was never cocky. Now his words were laced with the kind of overconfidence that Bulkhead wold moreso expect from Bumblebee.

Soon thereafter Prowl went into complete radio silence. Of course this worried everyone, especially Bulkhead. But they could still pick up his energy signature and no distress calls so they all hoped for the best.

But nobody could have guessed what would happen next.

To see Lockdown again was bad on it's own, to see Lockdown with Prowl was worse. But to see Prowl and Lockdown working together? It made the fact there now somehow was two of Sarscream into nothing more than an afterthough.

"Prowl... what are you doing?! Why are you working with Lockdown?!" Optimus stared in disbelief at Prowl. Ratchet looked a lot more angry "and why do you have all of those..." he vaguely geastured towards Prowl "...things?"

Prowl deflected all of his teammates' comments, and they didn't have any time to argue with multiple Starscreams to deal with. During the whole ordeal Prowl acted so unlike himself that it felt like he was someone else.

In the end he snapped out of it and threw aside all the mods that he borrowed from Lockdown. But it wasn't that easy for everyone else to forget it...

Prowl was firstly scolded and grilled with questions. And he understood that, he really did and he didn't argue about it. But even after that he could still feel the distrust coming from his teammates. As much as they tried to hide it it was obvious that everyone was still worried about if this was a sign of worse things to come. Prowl understood that too, he wasn't oblivious to how the others could see this as some sort of implication.

But what really hurt was the distrust from Bulkhead. It was like he was avoiding Prowl, and as much as it hurt Prowl really didn't have a hard time rationalizing it. Bulkhead was the one who told him not to go alone, and Prowl remembered acutely the look of betrayal he got from Bulkhead when they saw each other after Prowl returned.

It was the worst punishment of all. To have the person who's supposed to love the most you avoid you completely. Prowl tried to talk thing out, he wanted so badly to apologise, to beg for forgiveness. But every time Bulkhead would just talk for as short as possible, or avoided talking all together.

This lasted for days, and it was absolutely unbearable. Everyone else was slowly moving on from it, except for Bulkhead and it was driving Prowl insane. It made the worst case scenarios play through his head on repeat. Did this mean the end? Did this mean that Bulkhead didn't want to be together anymore? The thought made Prowl's spark clench, how could he have ever even though of somthing so idiotic? He should've listened, he should've stayed and not gone out on his own.

Finally, he couldn't take it anymore. One evening Prowl went to Bulkhead's room, he took a deep breath an knocked on the door. He entered slowly, looking at Bulkhead with both anxiety and hope. Seeing the way that Bulkhead looked at him cut deeper than any blade.

"Bulkhead.... I... came to apologise" Prowl was hoping so dearly that Bulkhead would listen. "You were right, I shouldn't have gone out on my own, I should've never even considered working with Lockdown. Please, how can I make it up to you? Please, talk to me", his voice was pleading as he hoped so deeply to get any sort of response.

When he didn't get any response he sighed and hanged his head in defeat, "I... understand, if this means.. the end, then I'll accept it", Prowl turned around and was about to leave the room when Bulkhead spoke up.

"I was so worried about you", he spoke quietly, but with a slur of emotions in his voice. He turned to look at Prowl "I thought that the worst had happened when you would't respond. And when you did come back you acted so... unlike yourself... I thought I'd lose you in a different way".

Prowl looked positively baffled, he took a step closer to Bulkhead "you... though that i would..." he searched for the right way to say it "... go with Lockdown? Become like him? Bulkhead, I... I could never. Yes, I admit I acted like an absolute fool but I could never do something like that".

Bulkhead still looked apprehensive but didn't look away from Prowl, didn't object to Prowl approaching him. Prowl took it as a good sign, and continued "I'm so sorry, you were right! I should have listened to you! I acted like an idiot... please forgive me, I'll do anything" he was almost on his knees. If begging is what it took then by god he'd beg.

Bulkhead stood up, and walked up to Prow, "Anything?".

"Yes! Anything! Anything it takes!" Bulkhead's willingnees to talk made Prowl hopeful, when he said he'd do anything he meant it.

Bulkhead took another step forwards and grabbed Prowl, holding him close to his chest. "Never scare me like that again. I know I can't force you do listen to me but just... promise me that".

Prowl immediatly wrapped his arms around Bulkhead's neck, even if it had only been a few days since they last heald each other it was still far too long. "I promise, I promise I'll listen more, and i won't pull any stunts like that ever again", he said this wholehearthedly. This was a lesson that he wouldn't forget.

"Thanks. And uhm, sorry for the silent treatment... I just didn't know how to react" Bulkhead looked a lot more at ease and he leaned in to kiss Prowl.

Prowl accepted the affection like it was what kept him alive, "I understand, though I must admit these past few days must have been the worst ones of my life". He couldn't resist, he kept kissing Bulkhead like there was no tomorrow. It was almost hard to believe that he's normally so distant with everyone.

And it seemed like Bulkhead also didn't like the consequenses of his silent treatment, because he seemes equally as needy for attention. "Yeah, mine too. Now come here, I'm not letting you go until we've both had our fill", he smiles and picks Prowl up, holding him close.

With that it was like whatever invisible wall that stood between them fell. They held onto each other as if letting go would kill them, they exchanged kisses and words of adoration like they needed it more than anything else.

"I'm never giving you the silent treatment again", Bulkhead chuckled a little to himself "honestly, I wanted to stop after a day and a half. You're real irresistible you know that?".

Prowl was already flustered but hearing that only made it worse. He laughed and smiled warmly, it was rare sight but he couldn't help it when Bulkhead was so damn charming. "Likewise, I know I act very distant a lot of the time but now I simply can't imagine a life without you", he leaned in and kissed Bulkhead, this time more passionatley, "but enough talking, I have a few days worth of attentoin to catch up on".

[brother-genitivi]

I hope that you recover swiftly. Being in the hospital sucks and a chest(?) infection that severe sounds like it sucks!

thank you friend <3 thankfully I'm home and trying to recover

[ahb-writes]

"I really don't think artists should compete with each other."

("Jane Lane" in Daria, S2E1: "Arts 'n Crass")

[sinfulforrest]

god it is like 3am and I have 1700 more words to write for a bloody essay due in at 12pm later on and I'm feeling myself getting loopy fuckkk