Sooo Why Did No One Ever Tell Me The Name Abigail Literally Means “my Fathers Joy”?

Growing tired of the toxic/abusive Abby headcanons

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I truly don't think Abby has it in her. Not in any timeline, not in any version of herself.

Abby is strong, yes — physically intimidating even- but her strength is protective, never oppressive. She's hyper aware of the power she carries in her body and in her presence, and she's especially careful with the people she loves.

In fact, Abby's worst fear might be becoming a person who could hurt someone she loves. If she even thought she'd made you feel unsafe — emotionally or physically — it would wreck her. She'd spiral into shame, shut down, go quiet for days. She's the type to overcorrect into gentleness because she never wants her strength to feel like a weapon.

She might snap at someone if she's deeply overwhelmed or panicked, especially in a moment of fear or high emotion. But even then, it's reactive — never controlling, never cruel. And she always circles back to take accountability.

What Abby might do instead:

Withdraw. When she's upset, she shuts down. Goes quiet, distant. Not to punish— but because she doesn't know how to process it without accidentally hurting someone. This could feel like rejection if you didn't understand it, but it's self-protective, not abusive.

Internalize. She won't talk about what's wrong, even when she's hurting. She takes on too much, blames herself for things she can't control, and sometimes tries to "handle" things alone instead of leaning on others. This could cause tension — but again, it comes from love, not malice.

More than anything, Abby turns her intensity inward. She's her own harshest critic, especially if she thinks she's failed in her role, it devastates her.

In a relationship with her, built on deep emotional trust and so much care — there's no room for abuse. Disagreements? Of course. Miscommunications? Sometimes. But anything even resembling abuse would be the antithesis of who Abby is.

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let’s unfuck the narrative please. ༝༚༝༚

why tf are all the ellie / abby fics either about them being mad abusive or reader that acts like a fucking baby..

TIMEBOMB again

not now sweetie, mom’s getting really annoyed by the way some so-called “femmes” on here treat and talk about butches like we’re only here to serve them as kink, sex, money and physical labor dispensers.

we’re people too, with feelings and wants and needs. we need protection, we need nurturing, we need the humanity so many others fail to grant us. we turn to femmes for that humanity when the world takes it from us.

you’re not protecting us when you’re asking us to throw our personhood away. you’re not protecting us when you project an unrealistic idealized version of butchness (read: sanitized masculinity) onto us of some short-cropped, perfectly muscular and suave persona with a bottomless wallet. you’re not protecting us when you ask us to go against the very morals that form the makeup of our identity.

don’t forget the dynamic goes both ways.

“i hate abby anderson”

when she was someone else’s ellie.

when she is someone else’s joel.

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.

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stargazing with abby °*•.

i’m convinced abby has a telescope stashed in her room somewhere that she brings up to the roof of the stadium once in awhile. she’s been intrigued by astronomy ever since she found a book on it in the library. she can point out a bunch of constellations and the bigger stars, and her dad probably taught her how to navigate using them. she doesn’t get to do it all that often, but it takes her mind off things and soothes her when she wakes up in the middle of the night from her nightmares. she’d love to share this activity with someone special and point out all the elements of the night sky for them, babbling away like a huge nerd ᡣ𐭩

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bonus song because this one always reminds me of her. “your freckles lead the way, i trace your constellations”ᡣ𐭩

soft!abby supremacy! she’s the sweetest girl ever

Real world jobs I think Abby could have:

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- Trauma Medicine / Paramedic. Fast-paced, high-stakes, and very hands-on. She's calm under pressure, physically strong, and already has knowledge and training. The intense, high stakes nature of emergency response would match her protective nature and ability to stay composed. Quiet competence, hands steady even when the world is shaking. She’s the friend who instinctively moves into action when someone gets hurt. She'd be incredible in a crisis: calm, efficient, and laser focused. But she might burn out if she never gave herself time to rest.

- Kinesiology / Physical Therapy / Athletic Trainer. She's strong, knows her anatomy, and likely has experience with sports related injuries. It also taps into her caretaking side, helping others rebuild strength and mobility is deeply rewarding for someone who thrives on quiet service. She works out five days a week, knows the body well, and takes pride in that. I can see her offering quiet encouragement and firm guidance. She'd be the kind of trainer who doesn't yell- just gives a firm nod and says "you've got this" in that quiet, grounding way of hers, and people would believe her.

- Firefighter (this one’s my favorite, clearly). It's physical, high stakes, community-focused, and demands a kind of calm in chaos resilience that Abby naturally embodies. She'd thrive in the structure and physical intensity of the job, while quietly being someone her entire unit relies on. She's a protector by nature. Abby doesn't just want to fix problems- she wants to prevent harm. She'd be the one charging into danger without hesitation, not for glory, but because she couldn't live with herself if she didn't. She's built for physical endurance. The training, the heavy gear, the demands- she'd meet them all head on. And her strength would be a source of pride, but also usefulness. She's not muscular for vanity; she wants to be capable. Even though she's quiet, she builds strong bonds with people over time. In a firehouse, she'd earn everyone's respect through consistency and loyalty, and be the one everyone counts on. She needs structure with meaning, a job with routine, clear goals, and tangible impact would give her direction and purpose. Abby probably lives with a constant hum of anxiety under the surface, fear of loss, fear of failure. Firefighting gives her an outlet: a place where fear fuels action, not avoidance. And the image of her coming home exhausted, soot-smudged, muscles aching, and still taking the time to help you wash the dishes or read with you on the couch? Swoon

- Bonus: Veterinary Medicine. She loves animals, has medical training, and is incredibly nurturing under that tough exterior. Helping creatures who can't speak for themselves could feel purposeful for her. She could also be an animal rehabilitation specialist, or even work in wildlife rescue.

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Abby feels like someone who wouldn't just be capable physically but would also have a deep sense of purpose under the surface. What do you guys think?

ufc!au Abby

you don’t wanna cross her on the cage, believe me

“i hate abby” do not come to my town. do not come.