#it defo sucks

[absfawn]

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.

[not-5-rats]

"I should have known, I should have understood that you Hunters never change!-"

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Eughhh I'm bored so I'm gonna ramble -

(Mentions of blood, injury, violence, death also shitty writting)

The escape was ongoing. There'd been a couple of hiccups but they had finally gotten back on track! Everyone was happy to be getting out of there...but they were frightened, I mean they were at constant risk of being caught and atp it would probably be decided that they were all too much hassle....they'd probably just kill them right there at that very moment.

So everyone was quiet as they shuffled through the many dark passages which filled the arena. Marco was leading the front, since he knew the way, as Rolden marked the end of their group, the tension was thick but one person seemed more effected by it than anyone else...Bug. They hated being here, it was disturbing, in every cage they passed there was a half-blood either curled on the floor, blood staining their entire being...tears staining their face, or they were snarling, growling at the bars as the group passed...savages...maybe it was for the best thag they were locked away.

Wait...what the fuck were they thinking! This isn't good! This is bad!! These poor creatures, they're being mistreated, they're being abused!! But...look at them...they're vicious...how could creatures like that ever be let back into society!! No, no they couldn't genuinly be having these thoight! After everything the boys had done for them! Half-bloods are not monsters...no...they're not!...right?

As Bug got lost in their own head they didn't notice as the group neared their way out of the arena, they remained unaware until an odd voice snapped them out of their trance

"Well...what have we got here then?"

Shit. A small group of Hunters stood infront of them, there weren't many of them but there was probably too many for them to fight off. They were frozen, both groups silently staring at one another until the 'leader' of the Hunters began to speak, taking large steps towards them

"Listen you're lucky we found you and not anyone else. We'll let you off, nobody gets hurt, if you turn around and let us put you back in your cells...or assign you a cell given the new faces"

Bodie spoke for the group, he refused, they had gotten so far they wouldn't dare turn around that easily. The Hunters laughed, the leader went to speak, but they suddenly stopped as they spotted somebody in the group that seemed out of place

"*Bug*, well what a lovely surprise. What on earth are you doing wandering round with a bunch of escaped monsters hm?"

Bug stepped forward, their gaze seemed fixed on the floor as they passed the others, soon they stood just infront of the rest of them, face to work with their old colleagues. Bodie attempted to place a hand on their shoulder but Bug quickly shifted out of his grasp

"Ah, Edwin I was just...I, we.."

They fell silent for a second, their eyes slowly rising from the floor to the eyes of the Hunter at the front. As their eyes met an odd feeling overcame Bug and they spoke once more, louder, more confident this time

"I found them, trying to escape with the help of their...odd friend, I knew I couldn't take them in alone so brought em round here...knew somebody would be here"

They stepped forward once more, the eyes of their frien- their captures behind them burning into the back of their skull. They never meant to do this...but after the kind of creatures they'd seen in here...it's safer for them to be locked up in here rather than be out there where they could hurt innocent people.

The Hunter smiled at them, the group of half-bloods began to ask questions, to demand answers, to yell at Bug for what they were doing...but Bug didn't answer them, they didn't even acknowledge their cries. The group went to turn but more Hunters had appeared around them...they were trapped.

Suddenly it escalated, the Hunters quickly realised the group wouldn't go willingly just as the group realised their friend was a traitor. The Hunters made the first strike, Edwin strolled past Bug and went to apprehend Bodie, but he didn't let them take him...so Edwin attacked and ordered the others to do the same.

It quickly resulted in everyone being involved in the commotion, blood splattered the walls, the sound of claws digging into flesh and daggers piercing the skin. Bones snapping, metal clashing against scaled...the sound echoed in the hall. Soon there were...bodies on the floor, none dead yet, but a couple Hunters were knocked out and Timmy seemed to have had his ankles severely damaged in the scuffle. Bug rushed over to the trapped gator, unable to lfit himself from the floor. They stood over him...they never meant for it to get this far...they didn't think anyone would be hurt this badly...they just thought they'd be taken away, locked up. Yet they saw the damage to his legs...if they left him here, the Hunters would force him to fight on this stumps...he didn't deserve that. They lifted a foot...to put the poor soul out of his misery

But before they could do so they found themself om the floor having been thrown to the side by a larger figure. As they tried to figure out what had happened they felt a harsh hand grab their face, their head was tugged off the floor, their eyes were met by a familiar face.

"*Bug*"

Bodie...he was so angry, they'd never seen him like this, they knew his face yet...he seemed so different. The resentful look he gave them, the hatred in his eyes...it was painful so look at. Yet Bug could see the other feelings he had hidden beneath the rage...the hurt, the confusion, the betrayal...those hurt them more than the anger ever could. They were snapped back into the moment as they were violently shaken

"What is wrong with you! You had no idea where we were going, you had no idea who would be here, what was all that nonsense!"

Bug didn't answer they just stared at him

"I should have known, I should have understood that you Hunters never change! Was this your big plan? Or was this just a game to see how far you could get before running back to your little friends"

He shook them again...still they said nothing

"Answer me *Bug*!"

Marco suddenly appeared behind him, tapping his shoulder. The Hunters were all out or had retreated, but they'd soon be back. They had to go now, or else they'd never get out. Bodie didn't take his eyes of Bug even as Marco spoke...and Bug didn't move their gaze either.

Bodie hesitated...but he knew he had to get the other out of here...they were more important than this...thing. He let go of their face, their head fell and hit roughly against the floor. As blood began to stram from the back of their head Bodie stood, Timmy was over Roldens shoulder but apart from his ankles none of them seemed to have any major injuries. The group left the arena that day, they never looked back...and as they left Bug lay on the ground...they remained unable to believe what they had done.

They betrayed everyone, they left their colleagues to live with the boys...then betrayed the boys to return. Yet now they lay without anybody. Nobody to comfort them, nobody to hold their hand as they slowly bled out. They had fought to keep the boys locked away, to keep them from hurting anyone else...yet here Bug was...and the half-bloods walked free. They hadn't hurt them...not on purpose...they never killed them. They lay on the floor, they wouldn't survive and it was their fault...they had let these thoughts overcome them...even though they knew these people, they knew Bodie...they knew his family...they still doubted them. They saw them as killers when really...the killers were still in the building

With their last breaths Bug remembered their time with the half-bloods. They remembered how much they cared...and they thought about how quickly they turned on their family...just because it was what they were taught to do.

How fucking pathetic are they...

[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")