THIS, ALL OF THIS. Thank You For This Response. It’s Like People See A Strong Woman And Automatically

jackson abby photomodes

getting called angel, baby, honey, pretty girl and sweet thing by abby anderson could fix me and my mommy issues i'm sure.

her muscles, her fingers, and the VEINS. abby, what a woman you are

waiting for my butch knight to save me

i genuinely mourn over how LITTLE salt lake crew content we got. like we didn’t even hear nick or leah talk 💔 the things i would do for even just the earliest concepts of them as a group..

The Escape.

happy mother’s day to my wife and mother of my kids ᡣ𐭩

pics: jordandefender & abbystanaccount

people being mad about being asked not to write fanfics of butch characters as men and not give them penises honestly tells me everything i need to know😭

you’re contributing to extremely harmful sterotypes about butch and masc women but go off i guess.

if you refuse to give butches female genitalia or make them stone tops so you don’t have to touch them you’re part the problem

Abby working in the motor pool when she's not on assignment has been stuck in my head for years.

I picture her there for so many reasons. But mostly because she prefers working alone or with select few comrades.

She's the calm one in the shop, hands down. When some ornery soldier is wrenching on a stuck bolt and can't get it to budge, grating her nerves with crap like, you slippery piece of metal dogshit! Abby taps the side of the humvee with her knuckle to get his attention.

Go. I've got it.

She keeps her tools clean and immaculately organized but she is always filthy from head to toe. Cute when she's lifting you onto the hood of a truck, forearms streaked with grease.

Less cute when someone catches the two of you in the backseat with her coveralls around her waist and Isaac puts you on the night shift because you tried to lie to him about it, to his face, with oddly familiar fingerprints staining your jaw.

I also picture her with high octane neurodivergence in any space where she takes pride in her work. She doesn't mask here. But she'll sure as shit hyperfixate.

She'll be working on the same engine all day long, forgetting to blink, missing entire meals.

You bring her a sandwich as the sun is setting and she'd normally get a little glossy eyed over a sweet gesture like that, but she's far too preoccupied chomping it back in hauntingly large bites before you even have the chance to tell her what kind it is.

Everything is a stim object but she doesn't realize it. She spins bolts between her fingers. Clicks her ratchet back and forth, chewing the inside of her lip as she tries to problem solve.

She hears what others can't, mumbling to herself about cylinders and belts being off kilter, when most would simply shrug and tell her it sounds fine to me.

It's why you'll always make it home safely in a vehicle she maintains.

It's what, of many things, makes her your greatest protector.

uh...abby in a sleep gown anyone? ૮꒰˶>ᴗ<˶꒱ა♡⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

lowkey throbbing at her nipples!!...