#oitnb 6

[judesloth]

[young] 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 — 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒔

i would sell my soul for her, i’ve been currently obsessed and so here you have some of my favorite lockscreens i’ve made

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[carol-munson]

i ain’t missin’ you at all (VII)(smut talk/references)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6 

cw: implied non-con sex -- very short 

Carol stepped out into the Yard with Breslin and Johnson on either side of her, cigarette already in her hand waiting to be lit. She scanned the semi-opened space with a cold stare through her glasses and leaned against the wall.  “It’s too fucking cold for this shit,” she mumbles through lighting the cigarette between in her lips. She inhales deep, trying to use the warmth from the smoke in her lungs to warm her whole body. Breslin agreed, leaning beside her. Carol’s body tensed as, something isn’t quite right the Yard today -- things are a little too calm. A little too at peace. A little too quiet --  “Smoking kills, Carol,” a voice breaks the silence and a hand takes the cigarette out of her fingers to a new set of lips. There it is, Carol thought. Her voice sounded like nails on a chalk board, she could just fucking kill her. SJ took another short puff of Carol’s Marlboro Gold and passed it back to her. Carol’s jaw tightened as she stared at the cigarette in her fingers that was now two puffs short. Anger bubbled in her chest at having yet another thing in her life used up or taken away from her in some way or another -- suddenly she felt less cold than she had all day.

“Y’know,” Carol started, her voice painfully condescending, “There’s this magical place down the hall from the door where you can get all the cigarettes you want. It’s called fucking commissary.” “Hey, you’re right -- sorry Care,” Sarah replied. She pulled a fiver from her over coat and slipped it into Denning’s hand to pay it off. Carol nodded in her direction to imply that it was okay, but wouldn’t meet her eye. She readjusted her position against the wall and glowered at the entrance to the Yard at the other side.  “Too fucking cold,” she mumbled, flicking the ash off the end. Carol had been distant in some ways with SJ and less in others. Ever since the IOU, Carol had been finding new places and new ways to fuck her -- testing her to be quiet in the library while she fingered her, choking her out in the showers, using Sarah’s stupid fucking multicolored scrunchies to tie her wrists to the metal bed posts in their cell so Carol could eat her out without getting her hair fucked up. Bent over in the laundry room, forced into a supply closet, all so Carol could get a daily hit of ultimate power and dominion -- even when Sarah didn’t want to. 

She wouldn’t let SJ fuck her anymore, not since the first time. It was rare that Carol let anyone go down on her since her first few IOUs a couple of years ago -- and of course Freida. Sarah would beg her, plead that she just wanted to make her happy, she just wanted to make her feel good. Carol wouldn’t have it -- it’s not like it took much to shut her up either, a hard smack to the face with a devilish grin or a harsh grab of her hair was enough to get her to comply. 

But Carol stopped bringing her notebook to the rec room, in fact, she started directing to girls to sell in shifts -- alone. After Carol made SJ cum she’d leave her shaking and naked by herself. She made sure to wake up before Sarah and get back to the room after she fell asleep. They rarely spoke if it wasn’t about business or ‘Oooh yes, Carol please fuck me.’ Eventually Sarah stopped watching card games and hung out with Breslin and Johnson and a few other girls more often than not. Braiding hair with the new bitches, giving the twins a run for their money. She still made a point to be nice to Carol, and knew she kept her ear out for news that Carol was still being as nice as she was able to be -- at least for a Denning. If there was anything Sarah wasn’t, it was desperate for Carol’s attention and in a way it pissed her off but she got enough adoration from all the other girls in the block to ease the ache. 

Carol stayed put at the end of the Yard while D-block filed in, they were standing in Barb’s designated spot but Carol never cared. She’d taken enough from her over the years, plus, it’s a free country, y’know?  “Oh, wow,” Carol laughed with an evil grin, dropping her cigarette to the floor. Barb, again flanked by two hick looking lackeys, had never looked worse. Her hair was stringy and deflated, like she didn’t get a chance to style it that morning. Very unlike Barb, always had to be perfect, always keeping up appearances.  “You like that?” Sarah smirked leaning the other side of her against the wall, “Promised the twins I’d stop braiding hair if they’d give me all the hairspray in the salon and in commissary -- turns out I do know where it is.”  Carol felt a new wave a warmth spread in her chest, but she decided it was from the body heat of the throng of people who entered the Yard. Barb and her lackey’s approached them feverishly, her eyes wide like saucers, clearly tweaking. 

“Do you think this is some funny shit, Care?” Barb hissed. Carol pushed off the wall and reached into her pocket to grab a blue razz, she unwrapped it before responding, then flashed her eyes up to meet her sister’s.  “Love the new look, sis -- never thought I’d see something flatter than your ass Barbie, but you learn something new every day, huh?,” Carol smiled, popping the lollipop in her mouth. “I don’t give a fuck about some beauty bullshit Carol, you’re dealing H on my turf again you sneaky little cunt,” Barb shoved her at the last word, “Seems like your pattern here, first you steal my hairspray, now you’re stealing my fucking customers -- again.”

Sarah stepped between the two, getting face to face with Barbara, meeting her eye.  “You ever think maybe Carol isn’t the one fucking your money up, you junkie bitch?” She asked with a pointed stare, “Don’t think you forgot who I am, Barb.”

“Forgot who you were, you mean?” Barb sneered, stepping closer to her. Sarah could see the beads of sweat forming on the other woman’s forehead and caught a twitch in her lips -- fuck, this was gonna end bad.  “Let’s see,” Barb continued so the crowd forming heard her, with a smirk, “Some bimbette in college who got in too deep with the sharks with hit over hit on her -- turned bottom bitch for any butch in here who’ll touch it. Only whores like you who suck and fuck to make plays end up in jail. Couldn’t even kill your competition right -- got arrested in a cheap fucking power suit--” Right as the last consonant left Barb’s mouth, Sarah punched her square in the nose. As Barbara hit the ground, SJ followed suit and straddled her, her lackey’s lunging for Sarah and the COs lunging at the commotion.  “It was Yves Saint FUCKING Laurent and you broke, D-block cunts probably couldn’t even fucking spell it,” Sarah growled, loud enough for the group surrounding them to hear. The girls were separated by two guards who cuffed them instantly, dragging them to the door.  “Denning, ad seg,” CO Carter said, hauling Barb down the hall as the rest of the girls were ushered inside.  “You girls always gotta ruin the fun for everybody,” CO Rex mumbled to Carol while herding in the other inmates, shaking his head in disappointment.  “It wasn’t my fault this time,” Carol shrugged, following with the other girls. Scanning the crowd to see where the other guard might’ve gone with SJ. Rex caught sight of her stare.  “Back to the block, they won’t put her in SHU after the favors she gave out last month,” he reassured as everyone got inside, the two of them walking side by side alone in the hallway.  “You take up the offer?” she asked with a cocked brow, switching her candy to the other cheek.  “I’m a married man,” Rex shrugged, “Can’t be fuckin’ with your favorites when you’re fuckin’ ‘em, Denning.”  “INMATES,” another CO called out, “Against the wall! Count!” Carol sighed and leaned against the wall with the others, wishing the cool concrete would seep past her coat. With her body on fire now she slipped off her hat, trying to figure out how she was going to go about cleaning up this fucking mess. “Too fucking hot for this,” she mumbled.

[multibabyhoney]

Nicky Nichols - season parallels

[preponer]

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[classified-bluerose]

OITNB S6 FINALE - THOUGHTS

bc i just finished watching the finale i’ma mainly give my thoughts on that and then a kinda general overview of the series in general

- okay so i’m starting at the end bC WHAT THE FUCK

- blanca. i almost got sick i’m sorry that was so fucking shitty

- and diablo??? smiling & waiting w flowers??? killing me would have hurt so much less

- the carol vs barb thing done my head in. i could see the end of the storyline the minute they stepped into the closet so w/e

- the power of taystee’s verdict scene ... i was hoping they would do at least an audio fade/distortion so when the sound cut out i was like ‘’ hella ‘’ but

- watching her face?

- brutal. i was so. so. SO. hoping the use of the silence over the scene would mean her tears would be tears of relief not fucking that

- joe and natalie aka my newest otp ngl

- cute af vauseman wedding and cute af nicky ministering it

- cindy and flaca’s new friendship too tbh

- frieda you slag

- hurting my suzanne??? not today bitch

- the kickball game ... turning out ok???

- mediocore but. i can see it

- i hope everything goes okay for lorna & the baby ffs

- update: CO’s ARE STILL PIECES OF SHIT :)

- i mean like. i get mcculloughs ptsd but she should NOT be working in tht enviroment if it makes her worse

- kukido or whatever the fuck her name was is gone and the angels sang with praise

- & okay daya, i see you, gay for the stay

- gloria and maria both broke my heart this season. last season i was struggling to connect w maria but i remembered why i loved her character in the first place

- i rlly thought gloria/luschek would b a thing... but obvs luschek let everyone down ... again

- i wanna talk about the actual scene work for a minute tho

- in PARTICULAR the one where taystee and her friend (the co tamika) are leaving storkys and they literally say goodbye aT A CROSSROADS ???

- visual parralells make me wet Happy

- but fr i need to mention blanca again because i need her to nOT get deported and to be w diablo and have cute babies pls&thnx!

- the ice/deportation thing is so. fckin. relevant. but i did not see it coming at well and i felt like i’d been punched in the bloody gut

- joe’s speech to taystee before she gives testimony ...

- honestly? everything about taystee in general

- bc she deserves so much fucking better honestly

- on another technical note, this series was much more focused and therefore easier to stay interested in.

- though i missed some faves (maritza, boo, yoga jones, the nun)

- (( who’s name i can’t remember bc it’s been over a year lmao))

- this format works so much better.

i’ll share more than just these random thoughts at a later date

[thatgirlwholovesgirls]

THEY ARE HAVING A PRISON WEDDING 👰👰🏻

[musingsof20somethings]

I don’t know what it says about me that I would happily see Fig and Linda have angry sex

But. I would. So that’s that on that

[twitterrpacks]

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