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[darkcrowprincess]

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How I'd like to headcanon Bruce reacting to finding out about Jaytim

I'm a strange woman I love all the platonic fluff about batfamily and good batdad Bruce Wayne. But I also love all the angsty drama and complications that come with Jaytim happening in the batfamily. Bruce adopts a lot of kids. A lot of them are teenagers, and they didn't really grow up with totally normal childhoods. I'm surprised this wasn't a drama plot point in the comics canon before. Though I don't read comics so I could be wrong. But the point is I love both and seeing Bruce's reaction would be both funny and interesting but I love to headcanon he would accept it. Because again my batman is a good dad who loves his kids.

[silverduckie]

Anyway, privated my 3 am screech to the void because like... eh, venting about strangers not owning up to their shit isn't productive for anyone actually.

[darkcrowprincess]

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Why I post this on everything I write. And block and delete anyone who's being mean. Even the anonymous ones(the bullies who do that. *sarcasm* Really being brave there being rude to someone you don't know online anonymously. Real orginal) I'm fine with who want to give helpful criticism on my writing or state their opinions without being rude. But rude people, don't care who they are, I won't give them the time of day. I have enough issues to deal with in real life. I don't have time for you and your bullying.

I'll quote this all day if I half to. I don't like bullies and cruel people. I wont stand for it. I don't care where your from. What your issues are. You bug me, you be rude and mean to me. I'm going to block you/delete you, stop talking to you.

Delete, unfollow, unfriend, block, erase, and disconnect from anyone and anything that robs you of your peace, love, and happiness. Not just on social media, but in real life too. You don't need to be around people who don't see and appreciate your value.

[oikarma]

how you get the girl | pt.2

pairing: lando norris x reader

summary: what is up with your ex-situationship's timing?

a/n: time to lock in and actually work on this fic LOL.

part one / part two

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yourinstagram to new beginnings

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lilyzneimer will miss having you as a neighbor </3

yourinstagram oh but lily no distance could separate us yourinstagram i'll call you so often you'll get sick of me lilyzneimer you already do yourinstagram oh. so.

hattiepiastri what happened to "catch flights not feelings"

yourinstagram in the making of this post no feelings were caught hattiepiastri but you are catching a flight yourinstagram it's for my freaking job let me BREATHE

yourfriend chef ramsey

yourinstagram ❤️ come over and i'll let you try some, they're sooo good

lando missing you in shanghai

yourinstagram you called me hours minutes ago lando wish you'd come visit yourinstagram what, are we in an established relationship? hattiepiastri OOOH CLOCKED!!

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yourinstagram home is where the heart is

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yourfriend so much fun with you!

yourinstagram can't believe we live so close now

hattiepiastri but i'm literally in aus.

yourinstagram didn't say where my home was, read the caption again hattiepiastri sorry queen ☹️

lando but that's not where mine is?

yourinstagram lando have you been listening to ts recently lando maybe yourinstagram didn't peg you for a lover boy @/oscarpiastri come here lilyzneimer don't make fun of his music taste yourinstagram who, oscar's? don't you worry, i was just sharing information so oscar could bully lando oscarpiastri Thanks, mate. yourinstagram good lad! lando ...

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deuxmoi Well, what do we think?

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user1 cheating already? gah. men.

user2 well maybe kylie's had a change of mind we never know. might be an inside joke or something

user3 she VEHEMENTLY hates green user4 wow fancy vocab user2 i'm just saying, maybe there's another meaning.

user5 are we sure its timothee

user6 ma'am this is a wendy's

user7 where even was he

user8 he posted his poker night at chateau marmont then dipped so no idea user9 on his story he posted a pic at an airport so prob not in LA anymore

user10 what was that girl he was hooking up with called again? swore i heard her talking in one of her tiktoks how she loved green

user11 that's crazy user12 delulu 101 user13 think her name was y/n or something just google it

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lilyzneimer ...what now

yourinstagram TURN OFF DND AND RESPOND TO ME

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tiktok

@/chalametss timothee and kylie spotted at a concert

user1 guess it was an inside joke after all

user2 what user3 there was a rumor going around that he was buying stuff in her least favorite color user4 what even are these theories

user5 mom i don't like what i'm seeing

yourtiktok @/lilyztiktok bro this comment has been deleted

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lando Shanghai P4. Not the best pace today. We got off to a bad start but made what we could. Good job, Oscar.

user1 ohhh the first pic

user2 ovaries just exploded

user3 lando norizz who? he looks at me like that and i drop dead

user4 You got it mate

oscarpiastri Thanks Lando!

user5 mclaren's 2025 wdc + wcc

yourinstagram congrats! wish i could've been there

lando come to suzuka? user6 @/maguiwhateverheruseris keep an eye on your man user7 she's actually really pretty...why y'all hating? user8 no one's hating?? yourinstagram i'll see

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hattiepiastri oooh SPICY

yourinstagram 💓💋

lilyzneimer i approve of p3 wholeheartedly

yourinstagram almost forgot i had him blocked for a moment and worried that he'd see it lilyzneimer what are you worrying about?? you don't owe him anything

lando coming?

lando to suzuka? yourinstagram why'd you phrase it like that lando 😉 oscarpiastri Can you guys not. yourinstagram pop off oscar, tell him off lando 😔

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a/n: got kinda messy...

[darkcrowprincess]

@jainasolo1233

As Daniel Larusso lover, totally agree with you about Sam. I just over all hate the family Cobra Kai wrote for Daniel. Sam the most. Just Daniel deserves a better family. But Sam to me is definitely the worst and most annoying out of all of them.

“Everyone has a sob story, doesn’t give you the right to be a bully” miss princess Sam says from her luxury house, her car that’s paid for her, her everything that’s paid for her - not to mention the fact she gets away with absolute murder - mum would’ve slapped me if I spoke the way sam speaks to her parents - doesn’t work, has never had to work, had everything handed to her - rich spoiled girl who thinks she’s a victim aw boohoo honey you got hurt in a fight that you started 💀 shut the fuck up. That isn’t a “sob story” what is your sob story?? You fucking up? Not a sob story sweaty

[teamdarkdaily]

DAILIES FOR PALESTINE (11/4 - 11/10)

It's time for this month's fundraiser week! All funds raised will go towards Rawan's fundraiser for helping her family evacuate. If you aren't able to donate, please share this post to garner more attention towards the fund.

The starting price for these is $5 but anything more is forever appreciated. All images seen above were drawn for donations from this event! I will take all funds raised at the end of the week and donate it to the fundraiser.

Order through my kofi listing here and read the information below!

My rules and general information for this:

Requests can ONLY be of Shadow, Rouge, Omega, Matilda, or Shadow's chao (Cherry). If you request a character I didn't list, I will just choose a Team Dark member at random and still put your donation in the fund.

I will not be drawing any ships between the Team Dark members or them with anyone outside of Team Dark (see rule 1)

Absolutely no NSFW, no hate messages or bigotry, none of that

The quality of the dailies range on this blog depending on how I'm feeling/how much time I have in a day. This will most likely be the same for these requests. However, if you donate an amount much larger than the base $5 I'll do my best to give it the quality it deserves as thanks.

I will be posting a screenshot of the amount I make from these requests at the end of the week along with the receipt of me submitting to the gofundme so everyone can be assured that their money is going to help these causes. Any names/info in these screenshots will be fully blocked out with only the money amount showing for safety reasons

There will be 7 slots available each week. If I don't have a slot filled for a day, I'll just do what I normally do for dailies and come up with an idea myself. Each slot that doesn't get filled, I'll remove that slot for the week in the kofi availability.

I'll include a link to the fundraiser we're raising for in each post that's a request. If you aren't able to get a slot or can't afford to donate, sharing the posts also helps so much for visibility of the fundraiser to others who might be able to donate.

[darkcrowprincess]

Harry Potter thoughts:

Sirius Black and Severus Snape were the only characters in the series that were named (secret names of course) in titles of books with Harry's name. And I like to think it's like each character is like a secret window into who James and Lily Potter was as people. They each haunt the narrative. But especially in each of those books. It's funny in a soft bittersweet way to think about. Both of the Potters best friends being in a title of a book. I like to think of it as representing several things. Two parts of a whole of Harry's parents love for him. Two people to stand guard to protect Harry. Two people to represent a kind of gift James and Lily left behind for Harry. Sirius gave Harry the love he always wanted. And Snape, he kept Harry alive. For better or worse he made sure Harry survived. It's again a bittersweet thing to think about. It's like Lily and James are saying to Harry, "Death is keeping us from being with you Harry, so we will send the two people we know best to watch over and keep you safe in our stead."

@potions-of-dark-devotion

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[memorizingthedigitsofpi]

I've been doing some introspection to try to figure out why I have such an intensely strong emotional reaction when someone takes a post with a hopeful or positive message and reblogs it with negativity.

I've blocked a lot of tumblr users for calling an OP stupid for being optimistic or hopeful. You know, people who are just being mean and hateful because it's edgy or cool or whatever. I think that's a reasonable reaction and a way to keep toxicity out of my feed.

But I've also blocked folks who read a post about being kinder to oneself and they respond to that with, "That's okay for other people, but I'm not allowed." They don't usually use those exact words of course, but that's the message. And that message cuts me to my core every single time I read it. Blocking those people isn't about avoiding trolls. It's about protecting myself from being hurt.

Because that's the thing. It hurts to see that and feel helpless. To see someone being so cruel to themselves and know there's nothing I can do to show them they don't have to be.

I'll write a post about how oneshots are amazing, or I'll see one talking all about how doodle art is so expressive and charming etc. and I'll see in my notes or in the reblogs a lot of people agreeing and a lot of people appreciating someone sharing that point of view.

But I'll also see a lot of people who say things like, "Maybe so, but my writing still stucks." or "Sure, OTHER PEOPLE's doodles are cool but mine are dumb."

When I see that, I just want to tell them they're wrong. That the post applies to them too. That they're allowed to love themselves, and they don't have to wait until they're better or perfect to do it.

Except you can't just roll up into a stranger's ask box and say, "I don't know you and I've never read your writing or seen your art, and the only piece of you I've seen are one set of tags on one post on this entire website, but you're wrong."

I think part of the reason why it hurts so much to see that is the feeling of wanting to help and knowing that I can't. But I think another part of the hurt comes from recognizing that feeling and remembering what it was like to be stuck believing my own lies about myself.

I don't think those things anymore. Or if I do, it's pretty rare. But every time I see those comments the pain wells up inside of me and brings back that feeling of hopelessness I had once upon a time. The feeling of shame that went along with it. The guilt and the anger and the frustration and the desperate need for someone to tell me I was really okay.

I wish I could do that for all of you out there who need someone like that right now. I wish you'd believe me if I tried. But I guess, for now at least, I'll just wish that when you see those posts that you let yourself believe them. Let yourself apply them to you too. Just for a little while.

[darkcrowprincess]

@flastar13

I have this alternative universe idea where snow does end up in asylum. And Lucy keeps visiting him over the years. First a fiew weeks by herself. Than a a year later with their baby. Than years and years later with their child and grandchildren. Maybe he's still gets to grow roses in the asylum. And he always gives her one before she leaves. She keeps every single one.

I know everyone makes fun of Coryo for not enduring a day in the woods and taking the first opportunity to return to the Capitol but let's face it Coriolanus Snow would not have survived in the wild. He did not know how to gather food or build a shelter, when he tried to make a cane he had to ask his girlfriend for help to remove a splinter that got embedded in her finger. She doesn't have the mental and emotional stability to deal with high risk situations just ask Lucy Gray when Coryo had her mental breakdown and tried to kill her. Then he began to cry for what he did to him during his trip to district 2 to jump for joy because Gaul, by deleting the 10th hunger games, made in quotes that Lucy Gray did not exist and therefore he had done nothing wrong. Not to mention that like all of us, insects are disgusting and repulsive.

Honestly, the best place for him is an asylum to treat his clear mental disorders, it is not normal to go from love to hate, from guilt and indifference so quickly, and then return to obsession and spite at anything or anyone that reminds you your ex girlfriend

[brattysx]

#O2 — “Before You Touched Me, I Was Already Yours”

Geum Seongjae x Reader | Weak Hero Universe | +18 mdni!

Tags: Post-sex, Jealousy, Smut, Obsession, Emotional Domination, Unofficial Boyfriend, Internal Conflict, Psychological Reaction, Continuous Sexual Tension…

O1 — O2 — O3

The panties were still wet.

You tried to distract yourself with anything: the noise of the pages, the laughter in the background, the muffled voice of the teacher explaining another poem that said nothing. But there, sitting in the usual chair, I felt everything: the slight discomfort between my legs, the memory stuck in the bones, the heavy silence of it.

Geum Seongjae hadn't looked for you since that afternoon.

But it was worse that way.

Because he didn't need to look.

You felt him in everything.

The way no one touched you anymore.

In the space around you, which suddenly became his territory.

You knew he was watching.

Even when he didn't show up, he was.

I knew because the next morning he found the message.

😈 Seongjae:

Drink water.

I don't want you limping dehydrated around.

Ps: your black panties are beautiful, but I prefer it when you don't wear any.

You had read and reread it ten times. The skin burned. The stomach wrapped. You wanted to delete it. I wanted to block.

But he didn't block it.

You didn't even answer.

And he didn't send anything else.

Because I didn't need it.

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On Tuesday, Minjun sat next to him during the break. You thought about smiling - you really tried - but before any word came out, a bottle of juice was thrown hard on the table.

You raised your eyes. And there he was.

Seongjae

Leaning against the chair, as if that place was already his. As if you were already.

- Sit up straight, Nonna. - he said, without looking at you. - You're very shrunken. Are you still in pain?

Minjun frowned, confused.

You are freezing. The words were stuck in the throat.

He extended the bottle for you.

- Here. You need glucose.

You didn't get it. I couldn't. He noticed. His eyes - dark, too calm - finally found you.

- Are you mad at me?

- I came inside, I didn't lie. You said it was mine.

Minjun coughed, uncomfortable. You closed your eyes for a second.

Seongjae smiled.

That fucking smile that has no mood.

Just certainty.

- Do you see, hyung? - he said, turning to Minjun. - Difficult girl like that only gets soft at the right time.

You pushed the chair back and got up. Quick. The heart shot. But he held your wrist before you left.

- If you get up now, I'll go after it. - he whispered low, just for you to hear. - And if I touch you again, you'll cum in three minutes in the women's bathroom. With the door ajar. Do you want this?

You didn't answer. He just sat back.

And the worst?

You trembled.

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At the end of class, his cell phone vibrated with him.

😈 Seongjae:

Go down behind the building.

No one around. I'm waiting.

You didn't answer.

I have your blouse in my pocket. Fell from your backpack yesterday. It's still smelling you. Better come get it, or I'll end up making cum of her.

His face warmed up. The hands were sweating.

You knew that going meant more.

But part of you was already on the way.

Because you couldn't stop.

And he knew.

You shouldn't be there.

Your feet took you even when the rest of your body told you not to go. Every step towards the back of the school seemed like a conscious mistake, a path of no return, a door that opens by itself and swallows you - with the smell of danger, burnt cigarette, and something you hated to admit:

Will.

When he turned the side corridor, the world was silent.

There, behind the science building, where no one used to pass, he was. Leaning against the wall, hands in the pockets, head down. The wind swayed the strands of his hair, the shadow of the filtered sun created drawings on his face. But it was the presence. The weight in the air. He was waiting for you as if he had all the time in the world.

As if it were inevitable.

You stopped a few steps away. He looked up.

- He Came.

A statement, not a question.

- You called me.

- And you came.

His answer was dry, but full of... relief? No. Possession.

He came out of the shadow and walked slowly to you. The ground seemed firmer with him stepping on. As if even the concrete obeyed.

When he stopped in front of you, his breathing was already wrong. He took something out of his pocket - his blouse.

Double. But dirty with his smell now.

- He was with me all night.

- I slept hugging her. - he murmured.

- I woke up hard. Wet.

- It was your fault.

You tried to get the blouse, but he pulled it back.

- Not yet.

He tilted his face, his dark gaze going through you like a blade soaked in poison.

- I want to see your face.

- I want to see if you're still mad that I fucked you like that.

- Or if you're like that because you're thinking about what it would be like if I kissed you. Really.

You took a step back.

He gave two forward.

- Are you going to run?

- Do you think there's a place to run away after what we did?

Seongjae cornered you against the wall with a single movement. The blouse fell to the floor, forgotten.

His hands came to his hips, firm. And the mouth? The mouth was close to yours, but it didn't touch. It just hovered. Like a threat. Like an advice to centimeters.

- I thought about you all day.

- To your taste.

- In your voice when you moan my name.

- And how you squeezed me when I came inside you.

You shivered. The wall behind you was cold. But the heat came from inside. From the womb. From the thighs. From the heart that insisted on beating faster when he spoke.

He got closer.

- Are you wet now?

Silence.

- Okay?

- I don't...

He put his hand between his legs. Over the clothes.

- Okay.

You caught the air. The palm of his hand pressed without moving. Without invading. But it was enough.

- Are you going to say you didn't miss it?

- You don't have that right...

He laughed. A humorless laugh.

- Yes, I have.

- I have it since the moment you moaned with your mouth glued to the closet.

- I have because you let me in. Let me cum inside.

- You're mine now. And you know that.

Then he kissed you.

Strong. Wet. Angry.

The tongue invaded his mouth without asking for permission. The body stue to yours like a hot threat. His hands, before on his hips, went up to his back, pulling hard. Her breasts crushed on his chest. And you... gave in.

His arms rose instinctively. One hand ended up on the back of his neck, the other closed on the T-shirt. The kiss was dirty. Messy. Full of teeth and low sighs. He sucked, bit, drank as if he was hungry.

And maybe there was.

When he walked away, his mouth was red. Swollen. The lips are still wet with the mixture of the two of you.

- Look what you do to me.

He pulled his hand and put it over his pants.

Hard. A lot.

Palpable.

Hot.

- This doesn't pass here.

- Only you solve it.

You swallowed hard.

He turned you around. Quick. He stuck his back against the wall and came from behind. His breath in your ear. The cock pressing your ass, over the clothes.

- Tell me you want to.

- Tell me you're not leaving.

- That will let me fuck you again, now, here.

You closed your eyes.

His hand was already down her belly.

Slowly.

The back leaning against the wall was cold.

But his body glued to yours was the opposite - hot, hungry, throbbing.

His hand went down her belly as if she had all the time in the world. Slow. Curious. Studying. Knowing exactly where I was going to arrive. And the worst? You didn't move away. I didn't ask. It just trembled.

- You should run away, right? - he whispered against his ear, his lips brushing the skin.

- But you're standing still. Wet. And trembling.

- I win whenever you stay quiet.

The hand went under the blouse. He even snailed his bra. The fingers squeezed her breast like someone who discovers an old addiction. The thumb passed the already rigid nipple, and you let out a sound - low, almost a sigh, but he heard.

- It's sensitive.

- It must be because I marked you well yesterday.

He licked your ear. Slowly. With pleasure.

- Do you want me to repeat it?

You bit your lip. The eyes closed. The whole body wanting to move, but not knowing where. He involved you too much. He had his whole body around yours. A hot, raw, intimate prison.

The hand went down from his blouse into his pants.

And he laughed low when he felt it.

- No panties, nonna?

You are freezing.

- Why did it come like that?

- Why did you want to?

- Because you knew I was going to touch you?

He stuck two fingers without warning.

Wet. Ready.

Your body accepted it even before your mind reacted.

- What a shame - he murmured. - You're all open to me.

The fingers moved inside you. Slow, then deep. He found his points as if he owned each nerve. The palm of the hand pressed the clitoris while the fingers fucked slowly. And his head touched his chest. Almost a mute call for help. Or delivery.

He kissed you on the back of your neck.

- You're enjoying it, aren't you?

You didn't answer. But he moaned. And that was enough.

He took his hand, wet, and took it to his mouth.

He licked his own fingers as if they were candy.

- You taste like addiction.

And then he turned you head-on, again. The dark, hungry look.

His pants were already a little open. The erection was evident. Hot. Marking the fabric.

- Do you want to feel it?

He took his hand and put it on top.

- It's been hard since I saw you in the hallway.

- You left me like this. Now you'll solve it.

He pulled you by the back of your neck and kissed you. Strong. Dirty. Full of tongue and anger.

- Are you going to suck, nonna?

- Are you going to kneel like a good girl?

You were shaking.

But it went down.

The legs bending as if they belonged to him.

The hands unbuttoned the pants with trembling fingers.

His smell involved you - sweat, skin, horniness.

When his cock became free, throbbing, heavy, his mouth salivated.

He held her hair.

“ Opens well.”

You obeyed.

He put the tip in his mouth.

Licked.

He heard him moan. Low. But with strength.

“ Like this, that. Deeper.”

“You were born for this.”

“For me.”

The mouth moved. The hands held his head.

You didn't know if you were punishing yourself or surrendering yourself.

But deep down... I liked it.

And he felt it.

“Look at me.”

You raised your eyes, with him in your throat, and saw the way he looked at you.

As if you were everything.

And only his.

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He yanked your hair.

Hard—but not rushed.

Your lips slipped off his cock with a wet sound, and before you could even catch your breath, he lifted you.

Literally.

His arms pulled you off the ground like you weighed nothing.

Like you were built to be held like that.

Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, and his cock was already pressing against your entrance—hard, slick, throbbing.

“Gonna let me in?” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours.

“Or are you gonna run again after getting me addicted?”

You wanted to answer.

But there was no time.

He slid in, all at once.

Pain and pleasure hit at the same time.

A jolt of heat.

A stretch that became fullness.

An ache that turned into something whole.

You threw your head back, moaning loud.

He growled into your neck.

“Fuck… so tight.”

“Like you’ve been waiting for me since yesterday.”

He started moving.

Fast. Rough. But so fucking controlled.

Every thrust slammed your body into the wall.

Every deep stroke buried him deeper inside you—like he was trying to carve your shape into the concrete.

“I should punish you for making me wait.”

“But you moan too pretty… makes me weak.”

He was fucking you with his eyes shut, teeth at your neck, like he was praying you’d never leave. His hands gripped your ass, dragging you back to meet every thrust.

The sound of it all—skin slapping, wet, raw—was obscene.

“You know what I love the most?” he murmured.

“That you try to hate me… but you still cum faster with me than with anyone else.”

That hurt more than his cock.

Because it was true.

You could feel it coming.

Your body tensing.

Breath hitching.

And he knew.

He always knew.

“You’re close, huh?”

“You like it when I talk dirty.”

“You like it when I call you mine.”

He held you tighter.

The rhythm turned brutal.

“Cum for me, nonna.”

“Cum like this, getting fucked against the school wall.”

“Cum while I fill you up.”

And you did.

Loud.

Soaked.

Shaking.

Completely his.

Your whole body seized.

Your head dropped to his shoulder.

You bit into his shirt to keep from screaming.

And that’s when he came too.

One deep thrust.

All the way in.

Hot.

Full.

Inside.

He was groaning against your skin, panting, clinging to you like he was trying to merge with your body. Like he never wanted to pull out again.

“I’m yours, fuck…”

“But you were mine first.”

“And you’ll be mine after.”

He stayed inside.

Both of you sweating, trembling.

You could feel him leaking out of you already.

You felt his weight.

His scent.

His madness.

And worst of all?

You felt how alive it made you.

He kissed your cheek.

Soft.

Almost tender.

“Who are you gonna smile for now?”

Silence.

But he already knew the answer.

omg! the guys really liked it, here's a gift for all of you!🤭🫣

I have part 3 too, only it, whoever wants to be add next taglist, let me know here in the comments!

[ofpd]

1st century roman siege of jerusalem dashboard simulator

🐮 barkamtza

why does this shit always happen to me

#oh my goddd the ONE time it seems like people actually wanna hang out with me. #turns out they meant to invite kamtza instead #everyone hates me and i was SO fucking nice i offered to pay for the party #god i'm so pathetic. kms kms kms #they're gonna pay for this i swear #delete later

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📜 zekharya-ben-avkolas

Ok so obv it's not ok to sacrifice a blemished calf but the blemish is just on the eyelid? So maybe it's ok? But also and i don't want people to start going around thinking that it's ok to sacrifice blemished animals. But the thing is that if i don't bar Kamtza will tell the Romans we insulted them and that will be bad probably. And like no one likes bar Kamtza anyway will people really miss him..... but ugh neither of these seem like good things to do i don't feel like it's my place to make a decision about this :/

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🏛 vespasian reblogged

🏺neronero

off to war wish me luck! 🇲🇪🏹

🏺neronero

nvm guys. ✡️✡️

🏛 vespasian

my turn lol

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🧑🏽‍🦳 not-an-airport reblogged

🧑🏽‍🦳 not-an-airport

Hey everyone! These are difficult times, and some friends and I have put together some mutual aid resources for our community to have access to wheat, barley, wine, salt, oil, and wood! More info below the cut. Take care of yourselves! 🫶

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🧑🏽‍🦳 not-an-airport

fuck

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⚔️ biryonei-yerushalayim

anonymous asked:

Hey, I'm trying to ask this in good faith, and I hope you can take it that way. how can you possibly defend burning our grain stores. I understand that you want to radicalize more people but you're taking things too far. Jerusalem's blood is on your hands.

anon, what you need to understand is that the blame for the carnage in jerusalem lies primarily in the hands of the roman invaders and secondarily in the hands of the rabbis for refusing to resist. would you have told the hashmonaim not to resist their oppressors by any means necessary? just because this is getting inconvenient for you doesn't mean we shouldn't be doing it. it's frankly offensive that you'd imply that we, the defenders of jerusalem, should incur any blame for her current state.

#biryonim.answer #grain storage discourse

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🛡 goel-yisrael

did anyone else see the "zealot blocklist" going around lmaooo

#how do these liberals expect anyone to take them seriously #do they not have anything better to do.

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📚 stammaim reblogged

stopbeingpoor-deactivated3830102

ughh why is my servant so incompetent! i deserve the best flour why doesn't he get it...

stopbeingpoor

ykw i'll go get some myself. i'm desperate at this point i gotta do something

stopbeingpoor

EWWWW update: i stepped in something NASTY. this is why i don't fucking go out oh my god im gonna die

stopbeingpoor

gonna throw my gold & silver away for the good of the peasants or whatever it's not like it's any use to me when im literally dying -_-

📚 stammaim

lmao look at this it's exactly what yehezkel was talking about! ur gold won't save you!

#yehezkel #marta b. baitos

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🕎 yalla-hapoel

🌿 amicus-iudaeorum asked:

Hey, love your posts! They're very informative about the Jewish perspective on this war. I'm just wondering whether you condemn the actions of the zealots? I don't really feel comfortable following someone who supports that.

are you fr.

#if youre seriously concerned about this idt this is the blog for you i fear

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🛡 goel-yisrael reblogged

📖 ben-zakkai

⚰️⚰️⚰️⚰️ lol

🛡 goel-yisrael

? what does this mean

🗡 abbasikkara

dw about it bestie

🛡 goel-yisrael

ok 💗 yay 💗

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👩🏽‍🌾 discoursedumpblog

I've compiled a list of some of the most rabid zealots on this website. Remember, don't engage, just block and move on.

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🏛 vespasian reblogged

🏛 vespasian

some jew got an audience with me & called me king (im literally not lol thats so disrespectful to the actual king + if i was king then he shouldve met w me much earlier??), i think i should kill him

🏛 vespasian

AND my shoe is being so annoying. horrible day 👎

📖 ben-zakkai

omg just came across this old post

🏛 vespasian

OMG sorry i don't mean it anymore 🙏

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🫒 a-simple-yid

yirmiyahu tzadak...

#not to pretentiously quote tanakh but literally like. #hashiveinu hashem eilekha venashuva hadeish yameinu kekedem.

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[suevi-if]

Nope, they didn't block me but I wanted to reply to you for lying about the amount. I am anonymous because I'm gay, my sister follows my tumblr and my family is violently homophobic. But good to know you think that I shouldn't be allowed to complain about blatant favoritism if I'm not willing to get beaten/kicked out/die! It's amazing how you people always think that others only use anons because they're cowards instead of even considering the possibility that we might not be safe.

I bet you won't even reply to this, none of you do when I point out why I'm anonymous. Because that would go against your "evil little coward" agenda.

I might be giving you a platform with this.

But also, I'm kind of interested to see where this is going.

I bet you won't even reply to this, none of you do when I point out why I'm anonymous. Because that would go against your "evil little coward" agenda.

If you really think I can't be sympathetic to your situation while tearing you a new one at the same time, you are dead wrong.

I didn't block you and I still haven't, because I wanted to see if you crawled out of the underbrush once more. And here you are! And I'm even replying to you, congrats, you made it! <3

I wanted to reply to you for lying about the amount.

Lying about what amount? What exactly are you referring there?

I'm gay, my sister follows my tumblr and my family is violently homophobic.

I'm sorry that your family is that homophobic. That is, indeed, a shitty situation.

But it doesn't justify bashing creators for the work they supply to you for free.

if I'm not willing to get beaten/kicked out/die

I have a solution for the problem of you not feeling safe enough to harass people without anon: don't fucking harass people just because you are in a crappy situation. It doesn't make you immune to being an asshole to others, and it doesn't absolve you of the consequences of your actions (which, in this case, is me replying).

If you want to start a pissing contest with me about who has it worse, don't. First off, I don't think you can really compare situations like that, but also... I have been through a lot in my life. Even if you were to somehow compare it, you'd lose.

And I'm confident about that.

complain about blatant favoritism

"blantant favoritism" because one out of 500 IFs you could be reading has more female ROs than male ROs? Boy oh boy. You are unwell.

You know what blatant favoritism really is? A black guy not being hired in an IT company. The oldest kid getting a car and education for free from the parents, and the youngest having to work for it. A boy getting praised for having a good grade, and a girl getting no recognition at all.

You are reaching so hard you might dislocate your shoulder, watch out.

It's amazing how you people always think that others only use anons because they're cowards instead of even considering the possibility that we might not be safe.

I don't think so, and I have said so before. If needed, I'll say it again.

A lot of people who use anon are shy, or closeted like you, or just don't like to post things publicly in general. And I don't think these people are cowards. Most of them are in fact lovely people.

The thing is, I think hateful people who use anon, who aim to harass others for the free work they provide to a community, who share a hobby they love with others, those people are little cowards with anger issues. And currently, you are using anon not because of your family, because you don't just ask a lewd question or something harmless. No. Currently, you use anon to harass others because they don't cater to you. Ergo, you are a little shithead that should really learn when to shut the fuck up.

Thanks for your ask! <3

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Anatomy - S. Reid

∘₊☽ Song: https://music.apple.com/us/album/anatomy-single/1695033802 ☽₊∘

╔ Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

☆ Word Count: 5.3k

☆ Category: Angst/Fluff (Opposites attract, what can I say?)

☆ Summary: You never talk about your father with anyone. And when you finally do allow yourself to think of all the reasons you come to a certain realization. One that took you years to admit. //My take on the song Anatomy by Kenzie.//

☆ Content: HURT/COMFORT, angst, flashbacks, dad problems GALORE

╚ A/N: Omg this is my first fic and it's been sitting in my drafts for like months. I was skeptical about posting this but I guess no better time than now you know? I have a couple more in the drafts and if this does any type of good, I'll release more! Bold are lyrics, italics are memories <3

Also!! This is LONG. I didn't realize how long until I scrolled through and my GOSH. Please grab snacks and tissues because this shit gets deep. PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU HATE IT I WONT BE MAD I SWEAR.

If you squint I slipped in some very slight father figure Hotch bc that’s my crack

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You called me today, on a random Tuesday

Don't ask me why I still have your number saved

You roll your eyes and double click your lock button to send the phone call to voicemail. You try to continue talking with the team, but within seconds your phone is ringing again. You sigh and pull your phone out fully but before you could send them to voicemail again, Hotch’s voice broke through to you. 

“Agent (Y/L/N). I don’t know who’s calling you, but please go answer. This is the 3rd time.” Hotch’s usual monotonous voice cuts through the conversation everyone else was having, the minute he does it goes quiet in the conference room. You breathe in deeply before licking your lips looking for a reply.

“Actually it’s the 18th time since you clocked in this morning. 3rd since we’ve landed.” Your all knowing, fast talking and ever so loving boyfriend chirps from the corkboard. Your eyes dart to him and you see that he hasn’t even turned an inch to look at you. Still focusing on the ins and outs of the case your team was supposed to be working on. You sigh before clearing your throat.

“Since you know SO much Reid, who is it?” You ask as you stand from your seat at the table. Morgan has a smile on his face as he watches you two fight like a married couple. Your hands land on your hips and Reid finally turns around. He has a file in his hands and the entire time he speaks he’s reading into it.

“Your father. I saw his name come up 4 times before we went to the round table room for debriefing.” He places the white board marker down before flipping a page in the file and continuing to read. You squint at him and make a face. Your boyfriend had terrible social cues, especially while on the job. He wasn’t the easiest to speak to sometimes, which is why you never let it bother you. Until now. Talking about your father brought the worst out in you. “If you’re going to ignore someone’s calls you could try blocking them or turning-” 

“Reid.” Hotch’s stern voice comes barreling through his train of thought and he finally looks up. When he sees your face his softens immediately. He didn’t know why you never spoke about your dad or why you never answered his calls. He also didn’t know why you never went home during your vacations or never spoke about your home life. But seeing you look so defeated after his last few words to you, he’s wanted to know more than ever. You roll your eyes and pull your phone out. You click your fathers name and the phone immediately redials and sends out the call. You show your colleagues and some of them jokingly laugh as you head out of the door. The phone rings 4 times before it picks up. And then you hear your father.

Hello, stranger, it's been forever

You're acting normal, but nothing's normal about

“Hey stranger! Seems like I can never get you on the phone nowadays!” Your dad’s voice cuts through the quiet silence after a beat of sitting on the phone. You clear your throat as you entire an office that was empty. It wasn't too far from your team so you could still keep an eye on them and gauge what they were talking about.

“Hi dad.” you mumbled into the phone. Your tone of voice did nothing to throw your father off his reason for calling you. You can hear the smile on his face when he continues talking.

“Are you busy? Do you have some time for catching up?” He asks so innocently but you fear that. Your dad never calls for just anything, there’s always something behind the call. Something you chose to stay away from.

“Ah…no.” You think about it for a second before answering. You should have said you were busy, or you shouldn't have called back and instead blocked his number but the thing about your father was you loved him. You always had, always will. He was your weak spot. No matter how many times he had proven he didn’t deserve second, third or fourth chances you gave him them all.

“My little FBI agent is finally quiet. You know you were never really a quiet kid-” he continued talking and you continued listening. Another notion towards you giving your father time that he doesnt deserve. You watch as your team continues shuffling around in the room, talking and marking up a board you can only see half of. 5 minutes later you see the door to their room open and you turn away. Within seconds you find your door opening and Morgan peeking his head in.

“Profile is ready. Good to go?” he asks. You turn to him and give him a thumbs up before returning to your call. The door closes and you take a peek at it before clearing your throat.

“Hey dad, I’ve got to go but…I’ve got some vacation time saved up. How about I come visit and we can go out for dinner.” you turn to look and find your team making their way out of the room and towards the open vast police station. A sure sign that they were about to give the profile without you.

“That’s a wonderful idea, munchkin. Let me know when. Stay safe.” you nod into the phone and immediately hang up. There was nothing more to say after that. You slide your phone on mute before sticking it in your pocket and opening the office door. Before you can head towards the team you feel a hand on your arm. You turn to find Spencer standing, waiting on you.

“Angel-” He doesn’t get any further before you smile and pull your arm gently from him. You didn’t want to talk, no matter how sad you looked or felt. Talking about your dad was never a good thing.

“Not right now, Spence. Profile time.” you deflect like you always have. Never talking about your father was normal to you. Nothing good had or could ever come from talking about your father.

Trust issues and soaking tissues

Your relationship with your father had turned sour about a year after him and your mom divorced. He stopped visiting, stopped calling, stopped sending money for you and your sister. Like he had just given up. And then one day he started calling back and his reasoning was because work had exhausted him and strained him beyond what he was used to but he was back and wasgoing to be there for you guys. If only 7 year old you had known the lie.

“I’m going to come and pick you guys up and we’ll hangout for the weekend. I told your mom I’d be there at 5. I love you guys, Munchkin.” his voice came through the phone one wednesday. Your sister, Ameilia, squealed and jumped on her bed before flopping down and grabbing her pillow to scream into.

“We love you too dad! We can’t wait!” You quickly hung up the phone and turned to your older sister who stopped in her tracks and immediately started digging through your shared closet for clothes to wear. You followed suit with the brightest smile on your face. Unknowingly to you and Ameilia, your mother was standing at your door with a worried look on her face.

Lyin' to my sister and sayin' I don't miss you

The false hope calls kept coming well into your teen years. The constant ‘I’ll pick you up’ and ‘I’m sorry I just got caught up in work’ conversations weren’t making it better. Each time he fell through he had a better lie than last time. Ones that made sense in your little brain. You didn’t finally grasp that he wasn’t ever coming until your 16th birthday. Your mom had saved up as much money as she could to pay for an extravagant party for you and you invited your dad. Of course he agreed and said he’d be in attendance that night which got you excited. But as the night droned on, and the end of your party came to a close you found that everything he had ever said in the last 9 years had been a lie. You knew you’d get a call sometime next weekend about how busy he had gotten, but you figured you’d let it ring. Maybe Amelia would answer.

“You okay?” Ameilia asks you a few days later. You’re working on something to keep yourself busy when you look up to her. She’s sitting on her bed playing with a small toy your dad had given her years ago. 

“I’m fine…” came your quiet voice. She looked up at you and scoffed before throwing the toy into the box labeled goodwill. She was cleaning her side of your guys room before college, and it seemed she was trying to get away from your dad. Something you knew you’d need to do yourself, but haven’t done just yet.

“Do you miss him?” came her soft voice. You turned to her once more before swallowing. You shuffled a bit on your bed before coming to the edge and sitting down. You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out. Do you lie? Tell the truth? “It’s okay if you do. I did too for a while.” you look up at this. Another toy gets tossed into the box and she looks back at you. 

“Do you still?” comes your quiet question. Your 16th birthday was the one time you expected your father to come through. But you couldn’t help but feel sad that he didn’t. You could deal with any other lie, but a lie about missing this big of a milestone in your life? inexcusible.

“Do me a favor.” You look up to find her standing from her bed. She has her hands on her hips, which is how you know she means what she’s about to say. “When I leave for school, if he keeps calling…don’t pick up. If the ringing bothers you pick it up and slam it back down. But don’t speak to him ever again. He’s not worth your tears (Y/N/N).”

With no closure, just getting older

Now almost 8 years after that conversation you still find it in you to have his number saved. You try not to answer the phone but his persistence quietly eats at the back of your brain making you answer the phone, though you’d never admit that to your sister. You’d never hear the end of it from her. She’d eat at you about the closure you both never got. Which would make you not want to disappoint her but you can’t make them both happy. So for now, you pretend you haven’t answered his calls in years. But you know and it eats at you. The pain you experienced from not really having your dad in your life made growing up harder than it should. Nobody to chase the boys away, nobody to cry to when you felt your mom was being unfair, nobody to bring you to the ‘daddy daughter’ dances. A figment of your imagination, a silhouette of a man you once knew. Nobody to introduce Spence to, have dinners with, walk you down the aisle when that time comes. Just emptiness. 

And the older you got the easier it got to ignore the calls. When you managed to get a job at the BAU every excuse after was about how busy you were. New case, no time on your hands, working overtime, no vacation time, ect. Nothing you ever came up with for an excuse was ever about something normal. It was always about your job. Which put you in a temporary peace of mind. Your phone stopped ringing all the time and only rang sometimes. Your call log stopped being filled with ‘dad’ and in turn at the top of your messages was always a new excuse on why you didn’t answer. And for a while the lies became easier, something you no longer thought about but instead typed out and sent before going back to sitting on your couch. Which had turned you into him, and made you feel guilty so you went back to answering.

But you still see me as a kid on your shoulders

“Can’t wait to see you again! We can go to the park and eat ice cream after!” is the first text you see when you come out of the house you and your team had just barged into. You don’t respond to the text, you instead clear your throat and lock your phone before looking around and checking which car you’d be riding back to the station in.

It's just anatomy, you're only half of me

“Why do you even care about dad? It’s not like he cared about us.” Your sister had asked during one thanksgiving where she was home from school. You shrugged before continuing to wipe off your makeup. Yet another festivity you had invited him to that he had missed.

“He did. At some point…” you whispered into the air. You watched Ameilia roll her eyes and scratch her nose before she threw her hands up and turned away from you. 

“Right. Blood doesn’t make you family you know. He’s only half of our DNA anyway.” She grabs her phone off her bed and heads out of your old shared room and towards the bathroom with a tune humming behind her. You wished you could feel like her. Thriving even without dad. Living.

Still, you don't know me at all

“Maybe we just do the ice cream. The park isn’t for me anymore.” is the only thing you text back. Before you can lock your phone a message comes in and you read it.

“Sorry Munchie. I forget you’re not so small anymore.” Munchie. He hadn’t called you that since before the divorce. It plays in your head over and over again before you will yourself to type something back.

“I am unfortunately 23 now, dad.” You lock your phone immediately before you can accidentally read another text. You go to slip your phone into your pocket and feel it vibrate almost immediately. You shrug it off and pay attention to what Hotch is telling you from the driver’s seat. Right now this is more important. Catching your killer is more important. But Munchie plays in your head anyway.

You've been my missing piece, so why aren't you missing me?

Guess I meant less than I thought

“You still don’t miss him?” you question your sister as she’s getting ready for bed. She turns to you and her smile drops immediately. 2 years ago she had asked if you missed him, and now you're asking her if she misses him. You know the answer though.

“Does he miss us?” You can hear the aggravation in her voice as she answers you. She pulls her blankets back on her old bed and plugs her phone onto the charger.

“Of course he does.” comes your reply. She turns and places her hands on her hips, a notion that she was getting serious.

“Text him. Text him that you miss him and tell me what he says." She motions towards your phone before walking out of your room. An hour later she come back in from her shower and heads to her own bed. She sits down and reaches for the lamp that was on. “Anything?”

“No…” comes your solemn reply. You had been staring at the phone since you sent it. Eyes bloodshot and bleary.

“Open your fucking eyes, (Y/N).” and then the light is gone. And all you are left with is a broken heart, a fading phone screen, and tears streaming down your face.

It's just anatomy

Hate that you're half of me

“Dinner guys?” Hotch voices as you all leave the station with one more bad guy caught. You look over your team who is all fondly talking to one another.

“Absolutely. All on you Hotch?” Morgan jokes while clapping Hotch on the shoulder. Hotch spares him a side eye before letting out a small chuckle. 

“Absolutely not.” He pats Morgan’s chest before turning to you and Reid. The entire team turns and you find everyone staring at you. Spencer included. 

“(Y/N)?” JJ has her bottom lip between her teeth and she’s holding back a smile. You chalk up wallowing in self pity to a later time and smile.

“Family dinner it is.” Spencer smiles at you before throwing an arm over your shoulder and walking with you to the car.

Hate when people say that our noses are the same

So I went and got a change, like three-quarters of L.A

Three weeks later you’re walking in from lunch with Spencer when you see the rest of your team crowding around Penelope. She has an ipad in her hands and she’s pointing at something on it when you both approach. You find a picture of JJ’s family on it and they’re pointing out the similarities in JJ now. You shake your head and head to your desk when you hear your name.

“Wow (Y/L/N). You look just like your dad.” Emily’s voice cuts through the team’s jabbering and you freeze. You hated hearing that. You looked like him and now you don’t reach out like him. Every call is from him and not from you.

“What?” You ask, turning around slowly. Emily points at the Ipad in Penelope’s hand and Penelope turns it to you. You find a picture of you, Amelia, your mom and your dad all dressed in your sunday best for easter photos. You had to be no older than 6. Sometime right before the divorce.

“It’s like copy and paste.” JJ smiles at you and you try to fake one back. Except it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. Jj, Penelope and Emily all notice and like a switch the Ipad is turned around and they all shut up.

“Except her nose is a bit smaller now. It was larger when she was a kid.” Morgan continues. He has a smile on his face and he shows no limit of stopping. Emily turns to him and you see her make a gesture that he completely ignores. JJ taps at his biceps and he shakes it off. Reid goes to open his mouth and stop him but the damage is done. “You get a nose job (Y/L/N)?” everyone's eyes go wide and you blink a few times. Before he can rush out an apology you’re cleaning your desk and grabbing your things. You needed an out. You wanted no one to know about your father or your nose job, but now your whole team knew.

And I've dated shitty people 'cause of how you treated mom

Now I'm with somebody good, but I'm still feeling numb 'cause of

The next day you come in and the subject is on shitty exes. JJ, Emily and Penelope are discussing the ins and outs of how shitty their love life has been or is going. Except obviously JJ. She’s got Will and a newborn. Who wouldn’t love to be in JJ’s shoes. You reach your desk and keep quiet. You’d usually add in your two cents by now but with what had happened yesterday and your abrupt shift end you don’t add your input due to the shitty list of men you had from the ripe age of 14 to 20. Instead you listen to theirs. And it wasn’t like you were expecting an apology. You weren’t. You were just taking your time in getting over the fact that you’d never be able to skip the accusations of looking exactly like your father. A spitting image of him. Like a mirror.

“How is it to be with Reid? Is he how I think he is?” Emily speaks to you first. You turn to her with a relaxed smile and lean back in your chair. You cross your legs over the other and cock your head.

“How do you think he is?” you question her. She looks at JJ and Pen before clearing her throat and giving you an awkward smile.

“The same here, but more relaxed. And always talking your ear off.” JJ holds back a laugh by licking her bottom lip and Pen just smacks Emily’s arm softly.

“He’s actually quieter. And cuddlier than in public, but that’s because he doesn’t like PDA.” You shrug like this is  normal conversation. And of course it is because it’s you talking to your girl friends about your boyfriend, but it isn’t because these are your teammates and your boyfriend is one of them.

“Hey about yesterday-” Emily starts but you wave her off. You make a funny face before stretching.

“No apologies needed. It’s fine.” and then you turn back towards your desk and you continue working on the file at hand. You play it off well but you refuse to let them know that their words have been on constant repeat in your head since you heard them. 

Trust issues, I'm soaking tissues

Lyin' to my sister like I never miss you

Ameilia calls you and catches you off guard the weekend after it happens. She starts the call off by saying something about her wedding which gives you a moment to collect yourself from the multiple crying sessions you’ve had. But you slip and let out a sniffle and she hears it. She stops all conversation and listens for a minute. You try to play it off and speak to her but your voice gives it away.

“What’s wrong?” she asks into the phone. You sniffle again before clearing your throat. You give yourself some time before answering and sigh.

“Nothing Ames. Continue talking about your wedding.” You plaster a fake smile on your face even though she can’t see you. You wipe at your bloodshot eyes and throw yet another tissue into the pile on the table.

“Is it dad?” she asks. You open your mouth to disagree and stop yourself. Then you continue with your lie. You’re just as bad as him, half of him. A liar.

“What? No. I don’t talk to him-” you start to go on a tangent and you hear your sister’s voice break your train of thought. 

“I know you’re still talking to him. I spoke to mom.” Is the only thing she says to you. You sigh into the phone and shake our head. Leave it to your mother to break your 8 year lie apart

“I-” you start but you hear your sister on the other line. She sighs and sniffles before quickly covering it up with clearing her throat.

“I wish I loved him the same way you do. I really do.” And without missing another beat she goes back to talking about her wedding. Anything to not talk about dad.

Say you'll visit, empty promise

God, I wish that for once you'd be honest

A couple of weeks go past and you’re back in your hometown with Spencer. He hadn’t managed to get vacation time with you, but he had a couple of days saved up and decided to use 2 of them for dinner with your dad. Something you had asked him for and he immediately dropped everything to be in attendance. He knew the history with your father. And how much you tried to refuse talking to him. He thought that if you could face this, he’d be able to ask your father if he could marry you. Because that was all he was waiting for, a chance to ask properly.

So you found a hotel and a great place for dinner. Texted your dad and told him where and when to meet you. You got dressed in the hotel room, called a cab to ride in for the dinner and walked in with your head high when you said you had a reservation for 3. You sat at the table shuffling with anxiety and Spencer watched hoping that this wouldn’t be like all the other times. The times that had you sniffling and crying for days on end. The times you spent in your apartment and not his because you didn’t want him seeing you that way. But as time went on, one hour went to two and then three and your drinks went from just one to six. He saw the look on your face. One of defeat and embarrassment. And you chalked it up to another defeat when you called your waiter over and had them close out your six cup wine tab and Spencer’s one glass of water. You signed the $300 dollar tab and left two crisp hundred dollar bills for wasting your waiter’s time and stood. Spencer followed and you both made your way to the hotel.

It's just anatomy, you're only half of me

Still, you don't know me at all

“I’m sorry. I got caught up in some work and fell asleep at the office. Dinner on me next week instead? You’ll still be in town then right?” You read the text and throw your phone on the bed and turn to Spencer who is looking at you with his hands in his pocket. He doesn’t say anything, just pulls his hands from his pockets and opens his arms for you to fall into. And you do. You sigh and fall into his arms and waste no time crying your eyes out.

You've been my missing piece, so why aren't you missing me?

Guess I meant less than I thought

You now understood why Ameilia never sent your father a wedding invite. He wouldn’t pull through back then for either of you, what makes your silly little heart think he’d pull through last night? Or for her wedding? Another ping finds your ears as you watch Spencer gather his things for the airport.

“Munchie. I’m sorry.” “Munchie, I'll be at The Brindleton for lunch. My treat.” “Munchie. Please call me back. I love you”. You don’t notice Spencer looking at you or the tilt in his head as he analyzes your body language. He’s trying to gauge how you feel about your father because unbeknownst to you, you crying in his arms last night solidified that maybe you were ready for anything that comes after 3 years 9 months 19 days and 6 hours of dating. That black velvet box that has been sitting behind the books you find most boring on his bookshelf is now digging a hole into his heart. You look up and find him staring and you just smile at him. And he smiles back.

It's just anatomy

Hate that you're half of me

You flew in 3 hours ago and found yourself at Spencer’s place. Playing with his fingers as he lays on the couch underneath you. Your phone blares your ringtone and Spencer looks at you. You pick it up, watch it ring and when it’s done he notices the multitude of calls you’ve missed. 19. All of them from your father. And he watches as you open your phone, and block his number. Then you delete his contact and set your phone down again. He watches as you contently lie back down and sigh. A silent relief falling off your shoulders. His eyes fly to the bookshelf and then back to you. 

“Hey, why'd you come straight to mine?” Spencer crane's his neck to look at you and you shrug. You spare him no glance as you melt into him even more. He wouldn't have thought that was possible minutes ago.

“I was ready to come home.” your simple answer does it for him. He makes up his mind immediately. And you do too.

It's just anatomy, you make up half of me

On your 4 year anniversary Spencer pops the question. Over dinner at home. And of course you say yes, excited to show your mom and sister. No longer does your father cross your mind. Instead it’s filled with what your future could look like. Half Spencer, half you.

But still, you don't know me at all

You get the occasional call to your work phone but you’ve seen that number before and instead you ignore it. Spencer and the team watches as you do. No longer does it bother anyone because the only place he can reach you is work, and unfortunately a lot of calls go unanswered as a government worker. 

You've been my missing piece, so why aren't you missing me?

You watch your sister walk down the aisle in front of you with her fiance’s dad guiding her. Which makes you think about how you’d like to walk you down the aisle. You turn to Spencer who’s looking ahead at your sister and smile. Your missing piece was never your father. You just held a spot open for someone to love and missed the clear sign that there was always someone there.

Guess I meant less than I thought

A year and a half go by and you’re sitting at your sister’s house with Spencer. She hands you a small box and you find a small cupcake, its topper, a baby pacifier. You gasp as you stand and reach for your sister with wide eyes. She squeals as you squeeze her and turn to Spencer who has dug his finger in the icing of your cupcake. You roll your eyes and turn to Ameilia.

“You are going to be the BEST auntie ever. I love you.” it no longer hurts to hear I love you. Especially when you know the person saying it means it. It means even more when you know you mean it too.

“I love you more.”

It's just anatomy

“For all it’s worth…I knew you had a nose job. I just loved your face so much I never said anything.” Spencer whispers into your ear the night before the wedding. You roll over and face him with creased eyebrows. 

“Are you sure it isn’t because you profiled me and knew I wasn’t going to ever recover if you had told me you knew?” You ask it in a joking way but Spencer can see the truth behind it. 5 years, 7 months, 24 days, 23 hours and 56 minutes of loving you and he can tell everything about you. He never misses a chance to learn something new though. 

“It could be that…” he mumbles as he shoves his face between your breasts in a way of getting more comfortable. If neither of you get any sleep the wedding won’t be exactly as you planned it. And he would hate to make his bride’s perfect wedding go wrong. “Angel, it’s just anatomy. I wouldn’t have cared. I still don’t.” he whispers it and you almost don’t hear it. Almost. But you do and you shuffle closer before wrapping your arms around him.

“And that is why I said yes.” you kiss the top of his head before closing your eyes and attempting to fall asleep. A full day is ahead of you in no less than 10 hours.

Hate that you're half of me

“You ready?” you turn and find Hotch at your side. You wouldn’t have asked for a better father figure to walk you down the aisle. And he was honored you asked. He turns to you and adjusts your dress once more mumbling about modesty and returns to your right side. He holds his arm out for you and you lay your hand in the slit of his elbow.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” comes your response. And within seconds the door is opening, the music is playing, and Hotch is walking you down the aisle. Blood surely didn’t make this family, you did. The BAU was your family. Your dad was just…anatomy.

[lemotmo]

Okay 911 fandom...

I feel like I've been very nice about this before and I always figured it would all just disappear after a while, but this insane Ryan Guzman hatred is getting out of hand. And frankly? It is pissing me off!

So, let's get something very clear here:

This whole concept some people have in their head that Ryan is the reason why Buddie won't ever go canon? IT IS WRONG!

The man has screamed Buddie from the beginning. He came up with the name for Christ's sake. Just because some of you only joined the fandom after 7x04, doesn't mean you get to shit on this guy. You don't know the lore or the history. So shut up!

This idea that Ryan is a bad actor and he is botching up his scenes with Oliver, because Oliver clearly plays Buck as in love with Eddie?

Again... WROOOONG!

Buck is sooo much further on the Buddie path than Eddie is. All he has time for right now is his son! Ryan is NOT going to play Eddie smitten with Buck, because he isn't there yet in the narrative. He obviously cares deeply for Buck though and we see it in everything Ryan puts into his acting. He is obviously a talented actor and artist. So again... SHUT UP!

If I see any of you threaten the man over a fucking fictional ship on a TV-show? I will report you on whichever platform you are on and I'll make sure that everyone knows who you are so they can block you accordingly. Are you insane?! You cannot threaten people for doing their job.

And NO! Nobody is going to recast Eddie because you have it in your stupid little ignorant dumb minds that the man is a misogynist, a sexist, a racist, a terrible father (ARE YOU CRAZY! YOU CANNOT CALL A MAN YOU DO NOT KNOW A BAD FATHER! WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN SMOKING!?) and a whole other slew of things that are simply made up in your own head!

He made one single mistake a loooong time ago. He admitted that he was in a very dark place around that time. He even talked about trying to take his own life at a certain point. How much more honesty do you need?

After that mistake he apologised and he has obviously worked really hard to become a better guy. We can hear that in every interview he does. Stop spreading the narrative that people can't be forgiven after they apologise. What age are you? Four??? Of course people can be forgiven. It's called growth. This insane cancel-culture that has been growing rampant for the last couple of years has gone to all of your heads. Wake up and SHUT UP!

Stop these ridiculous claims and please do everyone a favour! Move on to another fandom where miserable people like you are welcome.

For years now this fandom has been a great place to be in. I love it here! But I've had it with the insane hate-campaigns against a guy just doing his job.

I won't even go into the insane Eddie hate I have seen lately.

This has got to stop!

I am still not a Ryan stan, but I am a decent human being and admirer of his work. So whatever has been going on lately? It is NOT right and we should all shout that from the top of our lungs.

If anyone is reading this and recognises themselves in what I have written here? Please step outside, touch grass, look at the sky and if you are following me? Kindly unfollow me. Thank you.

If anyone is reading this and feels the same way? Feel free to follow. I promise that I don't often make posts like this. I try to spread the fandom positivity as much as I can. So expect lots of that here.

Can we now just go back to enjoying what is really important here? Buddie is about to go canon. Let's celebrate and have fun! We've been waiting years for this. This is our time.

[teamdarkdaily]

DAILIES FOR PALESTINE (10/7 - 10/13)

It's time for this month's fundraiser week! All funds raised will go towards @malmo038 's fundraiser. If you aren't able to donate, please either share Muhammad's post or this post to garner more attention towards the fund.

The starting price for these is $5 but anything more is forever appreciated. All images seen above were drawn for donations from this event! I will take all funds raised at the end of the week and donate it to the fundraiser.

Order through my kofi listing here and read the information below!

My rules and general information for this:

Requests can ONLY be of Shadow, Rouge, Omega, Matilda, or Shadow's chao (Cherry). If you request a character I didn't list, I will just choose a Team Dark member at random and still put your donation in the fund.

I will not be drawing any ships between the Team Dark members or them with anyone outside of Team Dark (see rule 1)

Absolutely no NSFW, no hate messages or bigotry, none of that

The quality of the dailies range on this blog depending on how I'm feeling/how much time I have in a day. This will most likely be the same for these requests. However, if you donate an amount much larger than the base $5 I'll do my best to give it the quality it deserves as thanks.

I will be posting a screenshot of the amount I make from these requests at the end of the week along with the receipt of me submitting to the gofundme so everyone can be assured that their money is going to help these causes. Any names/info in these screenshots will be fully blocked out with only the money amount showing for safety reasons

There will be 7 slots available each week. If I don't have a slot filled for a day, I'll just do what I normally do for dailies and come up with an idea myself. Each slot that doesn't get filled, I'll remove that slot for the week in the kofi availability.

I'll include a link to the fundraiser we're raising for in each post that's a request. If you aren't able to get a slot or can't afford to donate, sharing the posts also helps so much for visibility of the fundraiser to others who might be able to donate.

[darkcrowprincess]

Controversial opinion/me needing to rant:

Sorry to Stephanie Brown fans out there, but her whole character just annoys me. Especially when there's more intriguing female characters in the batman and batfam lore to focus on. She's a random white blonde girl with no training, is annoying and her only reason for becoming a vigilante/hero is because her dad(who is just a rip off of the riddler), doesn't want Bruce as a mentor, but thinks it's OK to come and go in his own house and insult him and everyone else that has more training than her? I don't know. Again I just need to rant, because I see Stephanie everywhere. I have never read comics, so maybe I don't know what I'm talking about. Her costume is annoying to me, so is her superhero name, her everything. The only real thing interesting I find about her is her whole teen pregnancy storyline I heard about. But I'm iffy on the reasons they did that. So yeah there's that. I want to like her and find her interesting, and I don't know why I can't. But I just don't. Wish is a shame because she is everywhere and super popular. Plus her story seems to be so tied in with Tim and Cassandra, two characters that I love and find super cool. But again, I just don't like her. To me Cassandra, Barbara and Carrie are way more cool and interesting and I want to learn more about them. But there's not a lot about just them, at least from what I can find so far. I don't know why Stephanie is so popular. I don't know why people love that she dunks on Bruce and is the funny spunky girl power one of the group. I don't know I don't see that when I look at her. Maybe that's just a me problem. It definitely makes feel left out because I do not get the hype. But yeah I don't like Stephanie Brown.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you!)