#I AM STILL. IN. 2009. KILL ME.

[akaikali]

Yall it's gotten to the point where I've had to make a second document for Lighthouse because the first Google doc was too long and taking too much time to load what the fuck 😭😭😭

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HEAVEN IS A BEDROOM “sleeping naked tonight, open door at your own risk!” are the sort of notes you find taped to your door when gojo satoru is your roommate. of course, there are many pros and cons. but either way — ‘roommates’ doesn’t really cut it for what you two are. ❤︎

WORD COUNT: 1,245

INDULGING: sfw and suggestive at worst, modern/college au, petnames ‘princess’ + ‘sweetheart’, touchy, banter, domesticity over plot, he’s got a fat crush on you, f!reader, some language

ROMY’S NOTE: art in header is by mongsanghwa on twitter, divider by strangergraphics. this one’s been marinating in the drafts for way too long omfg. written for marley hehe ! love you

the only reason you live with gojo satoru is a clerical error. some system glitch paired you two as roommates even though mixed gender dorms weren’t an option (in 2009 japan? absolutely not).

you argued, demanded a reassignment, but the university was already overbooked. all remaining single dorms were full and, no, there were no other available options unless you wanted to couch surf for the rest of the semester. the housing office’s compensation? a rent discount. a big one.

a financial miracle, honestly. living near campus for dirt cheap was a deal you couldn’t refuse, even if it meant putting up with him: a loud, arrogant, 6’3 headache.

which is how you ended up here — standing between the beds in your mismatched socks, coffee mug in hand, digging in his ‘pile’ to see if you can find this week’s language arts assignment.

he leaves his cups in the sink unwashed, clothes strewn over every empty surface, cologne bottles all over the (shared) bathroom counter, and sunglasses in every drawer despite owning only one pair of eyes.

sure, there are benefits. he pays for takeout more often than not, usually without asking for reimbursement. he’s weirdly quiet when he knows you’re studying. he’s clearly very popular, yet weirdly never brings anyone home. and even though he’s a shameless flirt, never crosses any real boundaries with you.

still. he’s annoying. which is why you don’t feel particularly bad when you steal his clothes.

“princess, do you know where my hoodie is? I- oh.”

you look up mid-yawn to find gojo standing in your doorway, hair damp from the shower, towel hanging loosely around his neck. shirt on, thankfully.

he’s blinking at you, lips quirking into a grin that you don’t trust in the slightest.

“well, well, well..” he drawls, crossing his arms. “we’ve got a thief in the house. should I call housing?”

“it was on the couch,” you defend, mirroring him. his hoodies are big, practically swallowing you whole, sleeves covering your hands completely.

“huh. that’s funny,” he says, tapping at his chin theatrically. “because last tuesday, when I simply touched your blanket, you threatened to kill me.”

“that’s different.”

“sure.”

a beat, then a knowing hum from him.

“looks better on you anyway,” he says, not without a certain smugness. “you smell like me.”

you toss a pillow in his direction, rolling your eyes. he dodges it with ease, laughing.

eventually, he stops leaning against the doorframe and stretches, shirt riding up just slightly as he yawns too — a not so subtle trail of white hair peeking out.

“..wait,” he tilts his head, “is that my stuff?”

your mouth opens, then closes. you’re caught.

“I-” you clear your throat, trying to recover. “I was looking for the homework.”

“in my laundry?” he walks over.

“yes,” you say, scoffing as you back away. “because someone likes to throw things around.”

gojo hums, stepping into your space like he’s seriously considering the accusation. then he grins at eye level with you. “could’ve just asked, y’know.”

“yeah, because that always goes well. ‘hey gojo, have you seen my-’”

“nope!” he interrupts, mimicking you. “I am but a humble, devastatingly handsome man. how could I-”

“oh my god, do you ever shut up?”

he laughs, grabbing your wrists when you swat at him. before you can retaliate, he plucks the very notebook you were searching for out of the pile, casually flipping through the pages like it was never lost to begin with.

“wow,” he muses, dragging out each syllable. “can’t believe you doubted me.”

you deadpan. “you’re the one who put it in there.”

“ah-ah,” he wags a finger, stepping backward towards the door. “don’t forget I have what you want.”

“gojo,” you warn.

he hums innocently.

“..give it back.”

“admit I’m handsome.”

you groan, throwing your head back as you plop onto your bed. “I would literally rather die.”

“okay, princess,” he says, clicking his tongue as he tucks your notebook into his elbow, lays down next to you. “guess you don’t need it that bad, then.”

you lunge for him, but he’s faster. not by much, yet enough to be annoying. he holds it over his head.

“gojo,” you warn again, narrowing your eyes.

“hmm? what, sweetheart?”

“give it.”

he pretends to think. “I don’t know, this new arrangement is growing on me. maybe I should hold onto it. for.. safekeeping.”

you glare. “safekeeping? oh, you mean like how you ‘safekept’ my charger for a week? or my textb-”

“that’s unfair.” he pouts, “those were borrowed with a hundred percent full intent to return.”

you huff. “they were in your bag. at school. for a week.”

gojo waves a hand dismissively. “semantics.”

you take advantage of his distraction and jump. it’s a desperate move — probably one you should’ve thought through, but you can’t turn back now.

what you don’t anticipate is how instead of letting you take the notebook like a normal person would, gojo decides to catch you. one arm easily wraps around your waist, and suddenly, you’re way too aware of how close his face is to yours.

“oh?” he says, smug as ever. “if you wanted to be in my arms that bad, you really could’ve asked. I think we need to work on our communication methods.”

there are no words in the japanese, english, nor any language in the world to be exact, to describe how pissed you are at him right now. “let go.”

“but we’re having a moment,” he says, hand to his chest. “the tension is unreal.”

“g-”

“what do they call this in books?” he pulls you closer. “an almost kiss?”

you scowl. “it’s called me pistol-whipping your ass with this straightener if you don’t let go now.”

gojo laughs, but he does let you go — gently, even. but then, the notebook gets tucked back under his arm. “what was that about my ass?”

you glare, holding out a hand., growing impatient. “satoru.”

he whistles, considering. “I think I’d be more inclined to give it back if you ditched class with me.”

you reach for your phone to check the time, but it slides right off the nightstand, sending a small pile of papers tumbling. he picks it up for you, fingers brushing yours when he does.

you take a deep breath, trying to remain composed, but you know you’re about to cave. “..to where?”

his eyes light up like a kid at christmas. who, to be fair, would probably have a higher mental age than he currently does. he slides the notebook out from behind his back, still not handing it over. “just here.”

you sigh, unimpressed. “just here?”

gojo smirks, arms casually folded over his chest. “yep. just here. way better than whatever you're about to do.”

you raise an eyebrow, “you mean go to class.”

he shrugs like it's no big deal. “potato potato.”

you make a face as you look over at him. before you can answer, he careens over, a quick, soft kiss landing on your cheek. you freeze, brain taking a second to catch up.

“stay here with handsome, yeah?” he says, his voice dipping as he waits for a green light.

you blink, staring at him, face heating up. “god, you’re ridiculous — you know that?” you mutter, heart racing in spite of your efforts.

he nuzzles into your shoulder, not giving you a chance to protest, “come on, princess. don’t make me beg.”

romy 🐰 is typing… college aus are probably among my favorite settings? scenarios? tropes? of all time. they always hit. and I eat them up every. single. time. lmk if you want to see it with anyone else (obv not dorms again. probably sports?). rugby boyfriend kuna is calling to me. brb making a draft

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[kettleinusefornow]

Rough ride.. MDNI

Sae Itoshi X Reader fic

Contains breakup and miscommunication

Revenge sex

Iceskater!reader

eventual happy ending </3

teenage love

ALOT of angst

CHP2 CHP LIST

CHAPTER 1: Pleasant Surprise

YEAR 2008

You guys meet for the first time at the Itoshi residence. 

“You guys are Rin and Sae Itoshi!” Y/N was always an extreme extrovert unlike the brothers.

“Hey..” Sae greeted as Rin shyly hid behind him looking at Y/N with starry eyes. It’s obvious that Sae was slightly cautious since this was the point where he started getting recognised for his football skills.. So a lot of people only approached him with ulterior motives.

“Sooo wanna go play Mario kart..?“ Y/N pointed at the couch in front of the TV.

They somehow, despite their obvious differences,  became friends.. 

YEAR 2009 

Well they were closer now. That’s for sure. Y/N was part of their daily life, since they were in the same school.

“Move it grinch hair!!” 

“Get the hell away dufus!” 

Y/N and Rin were basically siblings. Sae was still.. Distant? No, more like he was just socially awkward. 

Y/N and Rin played with their dinosaurs while Sae was behind them eating a popsicle on the bench. 

“Oni-Chan! This monkey keeps trying to kill my Dino!” 

“Am not!”

Sae sighed. “Y/N you are the older one you should be nicer.. I think..”

YEAR 2012

 Sae started middle school so he was always away in school or on the field. This was the time when Rin and Sae started sharing a dream to become No.1 and 2 strikers. Y/N always thought it was a little presumptuous but she never discouraged them from their dream. 

Rin and Y/N  were walking to Sae’s game that was happening at the field. 

“So you know that my brother has a crush on you right?” Y/N almost spit out the lollipop that she had in her mouth.

“Okay how did you come up with that conclusion, broccoli boy..” 

“Well.. he always dresses up nice and tries extra hard on the field when he sees you.. Isn’t that enough?”

Well.. He isn’t wrong.. Y/N was young but not dumb. 

“Yeah but maybe you are overthinking it Rin, Sae is basically a blockhead no way he would have thought about me while playing football..”

“I guess..” 

Y/N was almost taken aback by how easily Rin agreed with her.

The game ended and Sae was walking home with them. Tailing behind the two of them. Sae had his eyes on her head as he turned and lazily glanced around. All of sudden, Rin asked a question that set Sae out of his daze.

“So when is Nee-San gonna date Oni-Chan?” He asked so casually that Y/N didn’t even process it completely before exploding with pink and red dusted on her cheeks. Rin turned his head back and looked at Sae for an answer. Y/N also looked at him with a flustered expression. Sae had a blank expression but finally answered after a few seconds. 

“Probably when we are older.” Y/N was now completely red. She was shocked and started running home. Neither of the brothers chased her.  

“Woah Oni-Chan, seems like you actually have a chance..”

YEAR 2013

The year that 13 year old Sae was gonna go to Spain for his football career.

Rin was at home with a headache. Y/N and Sae went to the park for some fresh air and to buy some snacks for Rin. 

“Y/N..” She turned to look at Sae who was beside her. Both of them were on the swing as she waited for him to continue his sentence.

“Promise me you won’t get mad?” Y/N got a little scared about what he was gonna say. 

Y/N and Sae started dating when she started junior high. He confessed to her in a traditional yet cheesy way by giving her a letter and going on a vacation with his family the next day. She always had a thing for him.. It’s Sae. It was your normal middle school sweetheart romance and they thought they would last forever. 

“Arggh why do you sound ominous!? Just spit it out..” Y/N said swinging on the same nostalgic swing he confessed to her on.

“I’m going to Spain for a few years.” There. He said it. A few seconds of silence followed before Y/N spoke out.

“You idiot! You scared me! You’ll come back after a few years anyways it’s not a big deal! Just don’t cheat on me and don’t ignore my letters..” Y/N said with a loud voice that got quieter the more she spoke.

Sae suddenly started laughing. Y/N was dumbfounded.. Was him going to Spain for a few years making him insane? “W-what’s so funny?!” 

“Nothing. You have to promise me you will still love me when I come back.” Sae said, with a big grin on his face and staring at her with a soft blush across his face. Y/N groaned and nodded as if it was the obvious.

The day finally arrived. The day of Sae’s departure. Y/N promised not to cry but shiny droplets fell down her face. Rin stood by her side as the both of them waved goodbye to Sae who was smiling at them warmly the whole time. 

YEARS BETWEEN 2013 AND 2018

Y/N sent him letters and of course he replied to them. Not much but he replied at least once every 5 letters. Soon you got your first smartphone. You guys texted often, not much but from time to time due to the difference of time zones. Sometimes your messages would be left on delivered for a whole week. His replies got dryer, being left on seen more.. Both Y/N and Rin brushed it off as him being busy. They had no other reason to think he was being rude or trying to distance himself. Realistically speaking it wasn’t a big deal.. Yet. 

After 4 years the messages which were being sent turned into once every 2 or 3 months. Y/N was getting busy with her school and friends. Rin still trained every single day for the pair's shared goal. Suddenly one cold evening, Y/N sent a message.. It turned.. Green?

“What the?? What’s going on?” Y/N texted Rin telling him what happened. He said he hasn’t texted him in awhile so he doesn’t know. 

“Okay let’s calm down.. Maybe it was a misclick? I don’t know.. ugh.. whatever. I’ll see him soon enough I’ll just.. tolerate it until then?” Y/N knew she shouldn’t think too much about it after seeing Rin’s reply.

YEAR 2018

Y/N heard the news he arrived.. But how did she hear it? Rin knocked on her house door. Eyes rimmed in red and hopelessness. He asked if he could stay there for the night. Y/N forced Rin to tell her what the hell had happened earlier that night..

She was.. shocked? No.. Disappointed? Not that. Maybe taken aback? She silently left the guest bedroom where Rin was in and went to the living room. Would he be there if she went knocking right now? Y/N got up and told her parents she was gonna go next door to greet them. The two families knew about Y/N and Sae’s relationship and thought it was just a cute reunion about to unfold. Sae’s parents weren’t home since they went to a small get together and would be back after midnight probably. 

Y/N nervously knocked on the door.. 

“Yes?-“ piercing mint teal eyes shot through her as it stared at her with no emotion.. She couldn’t think at all for a second. Sae was different. Yes much more handsome as he is 18 now but.. different emotionally too. The half lidded her eyes widened a little as it looked at her, in the dark with snow falling around her. Why did he look so.. pale and almost like a child abandoned..?

“Sae?” This small word was followed by silence. The only sounds that surrounded them were the leaves rustling and wind howling. Y/N swore it felt like time had just stopped. Sae looked at her with exasperated and drained eyes. 

The silence finally broke when Sae said something. “What do you want?” 

Oh.

Oh. 

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[whosscruffylooking]

The Purest Things: Nothing Left to Live For (Haunted)

Aaron Hotchner x Fem! Reader Word Count: 2.1k Warnings: Murder. Blood. Death. Weapons. Canon typical violence. Everything that makes Criminal Minds, Criminal Minds. a/n: sloooooooooow burn The Purest Things Masterlist

au! june 2009

Bookend: "If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the results of a hundred battles." - Sun Tzu

You return to Aaron’s apartment drained, the exhaustion bone-deep. It’s not just the case that wore you down—it’s him. Chasing after him, reining him in, watching him throw himself into danger like he had nothing left to lose. His first case back, and he was reckless. Impulsive. Stupid.

He exhales sharply as he sets his briefcase on the table next to the ever-growing mountain of evidence files on Foyet. The bastard is everywhere. His face stares at you from every angle—grainy crime scene photos, newspaper clippings, a mugshot with those hollow, mocking eyes. He lingers in the air, the walls, and the unshakable weight pressing on Aaron’s shoulders—a ghost neither of you can exorcize.

You know this is why Aaron was reckless today—he charged in without backup, without a vest, like he was daring fate to take another shot at him. He’s chasing something that keeps slipping through his fingers—justice, revenge, absolution. And if he’s not careful, it’ll be his life, too.

The man you spent the last month with—the one who let you sit with him in the quiet, who let you tend to his wounds, who let you see the fear and the grief in his eyes—is gone. Locked away the moment he stepped back into the field.

All that’s left is Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner.

And God, you want Aaron back.

He exhales sharply. “I don’t need a lecture from you.”

“Oh, I know you don’t need one, Aaron,” you snap, your frustration igniting in an instant. “But you sure as hell are gonna get one.”

You won’t let him deflect. Not this time. Not when he’s hell-bent on self-destruction.

“What’s your goal here, huh?” you bite out. “What does charging into a house with an armed killer—without a vest—prove?”

He doesn’t answer. His gaze drops to the floor, to the faint traces of the bloodstain that will never fully fade. A reminder of the night he lost. The night Foyet won.

“I know, Aaron,” you say, your voice quieter now, but no less firm. “I know what an ego hit this is. I stood right where you are not that long ago. He put me in a hospital, too.”

You lift the hem of your shirt just enough to expose the scars carved into your skin—his initials, a permanent brand of his cruelty. Aaron looks away, jaw tightening, unable to face it. Unable to face you.

“But we’re still here,” you continue. “And not because we got lucky. He kept us alive for a reason—not so we could get ourselves killed pulling reckless stunts like you did today, but because he gets off on it. Because he wants to drag this out, to watch us suffer.” You take a step closer, forcing him to meet your gaze. “But that’s his mistake. Because now we get to hunt him. We get to take the son of a bitch down.”

His hand reaches out, his thumb brushing over the scars marring your skin. The touch is unbearably gentle, starkly contrasting the hurricane raging inside him. Your throat tightens, overwhelmed by the tenderness, by the grief woven into his touch.

“I can’t get him, Aaron," you manage, your voice barely above a whisper, "I can’t get Haley and Jack back if you’re dead."

His eyes lift to meet yours, glassy with unshed tears. “I’m scared,” he confesses, the words raw, human.

You don’t think—don’t waver. You just reach for him. Your arms wrap around him, and the second he feels your warmth, he shatters, collapsing into you. His weight, despair, and fear—he gives all of it to you, and you take it without hesitancy.

“I am too,” you mumble. And you hold him tighter, as if that alone might be enough to keep him together.

For a long time, neither of you move. He grips the back of your shirt like a lifeline, like if he lets go, he might justdisappear. His breath comes in uneven bursts against your neck, but he doesn’t pull away. You don’t think he has the strength to.

Your fingers tighten in the fabric of his suit jacket. He smells like gunpowder, like sweat, like the ghosts he’s been chasing all day. But beneath it, there’s still something undeniably him. Something grounding, something you’re terrified of losing.

When he finally speaks, his voice is hoarse. “I don’t know how to stop.”

You close your eyes. “I know.”

He exhales, ragged, exhausted. “I keep thinking if I move fast enough, if I push hard enough, it’ll stop hurting. But it never does.”

You don’t tell him it will. You won’t lie to him. You just ease back enough to look at him—his tired eyes, the tear tracks he hasn’t bothered to wipe away, the barely stitched-together man standing in front of you.

“You’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“I don’t care.”

His voice is quiet, but the words hit you like a gunshot.

Your stomach twists. You tighten your grip on his arms, shaking your head. “Well, I do.”

You should step away. You should let this moment pass, let him gather himself, put the walls back up, and pretend none of this ever happened.

But you don’t.

Instead, you reach up, cupping his face, your fingers brushing over the stubble he hasn’t had the energy to shave. His breath hitches.

“You don’t get to do this,” you tell him, voice barely above a whisper. “You don’t get to throw yourself into the fire and expect the rest of us to just watch.”

His hands come up to cover yours, pressing them closer to his face, like he’s trying to memorize the feeling. His eyes slip shut, his lashes dark against his skin.

“I don’t know how else to be,” he admits.

You take a breath, steady yourself. “Then let me help you figure it out.”

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The next day at work, Morgan corners you near the bullpen. His expression is tight, his frustration barely restrained.

“Can we talk?”

You nod, letting him lead you into the conference room. The door barely shuts before he turns to face you.

“You’re closer to him than any of us right now. What the hell was that out there?” His voice is edged with exasperation, his hands braced on his hips. “You can’t seriously believe this is okay.”

You swallow hard. “I know, Morgan.”

He shakes his head, not hearing you over his rising frustration. “He’s gonna hurt himself, and I can’t just stand by and watch that happen.”

You step closer, placing a steadying hand on his arm. “He knows. It’ll be taken care of soon.”

Morgan searches your face, his usual sharp intuition softened by something else—concern, maybe even sadness. “What happened to us, kid? We hardly talk anymore.”

You pull back slightly, embarrassed. The distance between you two hadn’t been intentional, but it had grown all the same.

“I—It’s my fault,” you admit, voice quieter now. “I got distracted. Then Foyet happened, and my focus became protecting him—Hotch and his family.” You hesitate, something inside you unraveling. “A part of me felt…feels guilty for surviving Foyet’s attack. Like maybe if I had died, and he thought the message had gotten across to Hotch, then Jack and Haley wouldn’t be in witness protection. Aaron would still have his family.”

Your voice breaks on the last word.

Morgan doesn’t hesitate. He pulls you into his arms, holding you like he’s trying to shield you from your own thoughts. “Don’t you ever talk like that again,” he murmurs into your hair. “You don’t think like that. Not the girl who took this whole team by storm..”

Your hands clutch at the fabric of his shirt. “I feel so pathetic,” you whisper. You wish you could tell him everything—the guilt, the fear, the way you’ve let yourself get too close to Hotch, how dangerous it feels. How it’s all spiraling into something neither of you can control.

Morgan tightens his hold on you. “You’re a fighter,” he says, voice steady. “One of the smartest profilers I’ve ever met. But it’s okay to step back, to figure things out.”

You look up at him then, not just seeing Derek Morgan, but feeling the strength of the man in front of you—his loyalty, his kindness, the way his soul is just as solid as the body that holds you upright.

“I love you, princess,” he says, pressing a firm kiss to the top of your head. “Don’t ever scare me like that again.”

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It’s the end of the workday, and Rossi is heading over to Aaron’s to make dinner. You know Hotch is covered for the night, which means you can finally go home and take some time for yourself. But the thought of being alone doesn’t sit right. You know better than to be near Aaron right now—too much weight, too many emotions neither of you are ready to face.

So you find yourself wandering over to Spencer instead.

“When was the last time you had a sleepover?” you ask.

“Uh—never, actually,” he admits, almost sheepishly.

“Well,” you lean in conspiratorially, “we’re changing that tonight. Come over, we’ll stay up playing chess.”

Spencer’s face lights up. “Really?”

You nod. “We’ll order takeout, watch movies—”

“Why are you asking me?” he interrupts, brows drawing together in curiosity.

You exhale, glancing down before meeting his gaze again. “I feel like I’ve been neglecting my friendships here. And you’re one of my best friends, so…”

His expression softens. “I’m one of your best friends?”

“I think so,” you say with a small smile.

“I’m glad you said that, because I’ve been feeling the same way,” Spencer says, excitement creeping into his voice. “Actually, a little-known fact is that the strongest friendships often develop with minimal effort—when two people naturally gravitate toward each other without forced interaction, it indicates a deep, subconscious compatibility.”

You shake your head fondly. “That’s a really roundabout way of saying we were meant to be best friends.”

Spencer grins. “Statistically speaking, yes.”

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You walk into the bullpen, coffee in hand, still feeling the lingering warmth of an easy night. Spencer had crashed at your place after one too many chess games, and while you woke up to a rambling dissertation on quantum theory over breakfast, it was nice—normal. A rare moment of calm amidst the chaos.

JJ and Emily glance up as you set your things down, exchanging looks that you don’t quite know how to read.

“You’re in a good mood,” Emily notes, eyebrow arched.

You shrug, taking a sip of coffee. “Got a full eight hours and didn’t wake up to a case. Small victories.”

JJ smirks. “Reid still there when you left?”

Your eyes narrow slightly. “Yes, why?”

“No reason,” she sings, already turning back to her paperwork.

You shake your head but don’t press it, instead catching a glimpse of Hotch in the conference room. He’s standing at the board, flipping through files, but when he glances up and sees you, he gives a slight tilt of his head—Come here.

You step inside, shutting the door behind you. Before you can speak, his voice drops into something quieter, something just between you.

“Reid spent the night?”

You blink, then let out a small, involuntary giggle. You don’t miss the way his brows pinch together at the sound.

“What’s funny?” he asks, suspicious.

“You,” you murmur, leaning against the table. “Just… the fact that you of all people are asking me that question.”

His eyes darken with something unreadable, but there’s the barest flicker of amusement beneath it. “Is there something I should know?”

You tilt your head, pretending to think about it. “Only that Spencer is terrible at ordering takeout and will, without fail, fall asleep with his glasses on.”

Hotch exhales a quiet chuckle, shaking his head. “I’m sure it was a thrilling night.”

“Oh, wild,” you tease. “Honestly, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were jealous.”

His lips press together, the corner of his mouth twitching just slightly. “I’m just surprised. You never invite me for a sleepover.”

Your stomach flips, but you keep your expression even. If only he knew.

“Well,” you hum, leaning in slightly, “I just figured you’d be sick of my company after all the nights I’ve spent patching you up.”

His gaze locks onto yours, something mischievous flickering there before he schools it back into his usual restraint.

“Never,” he murmurs.

Your breath catches. You force a smirk to cover it. “Careful, Hotchner. Someone might think you actually like me.”

He doesn’t respond right away, just holds your gaze for a fraction too long before finally looking back at the file in his hands.

“Get to work,” he says, but there’s something more delicate in his voice.

You grin, stepping back toward the door. “Sure thing, boss.”

And as you slip out, you don’t miss the small, hidden smile he’s trying to fight.

[mayflora-18]

Incorrect CoD Quotes #14

[This takes place in the 2009 CoD universe.] Roach, from the air vents: LUKE- Soap, reflexively: I AM YOUR FATHER. Ghost, holding his phone up: 😱 Roach: Soap: Roach: I can explai- Soap: Did you just- Roach: No- Soap: Did you just record me saying I'm you father? -------- Soap: I just electrocuted myself. Ghost: How shocking. Sherlock: How do you feel currently? Soap: I feel kinda amped. Gaz: Watt I can't hear you?? Roach: He said it hertz a lot. Kate: Are they okay? Nikolai: This is normal, they are fine. Kate: But he was jus- Price: He's fine. I'd be more concerned if he wasn't making puns. -------- Alejandro, to the Vaqueros: Ok, listen here you little shits! Alejandro: Not you, Rudy. You're an angel. We love you. -------- Roach: I picked up a chick today. Soap: Nice. What's her name? Roach: Soap: Roach: Roach, ignoring the soft clucking coming from his backpack: Fluff Monster. -------- Kate: What's your blood type? Price, bleeding out: How would I know? Kate: How would you not? Price: Who am I, Karl Landsteiner, discoverer of blood groups? Kate: You don't know your own blood type but you know who discovered them?!?! -------- Roach: *walks into the kitchen, ignoring everybody* Price: Hey Roach, how was your day? Roach: *picks up an onion and bites into it staring at Price* Hell. Gaz, watching this unfold: *whispers* Who hurt you? -------- Roach: Can I be frank with you guys? Ghost: Sure, but I don't see how changing your name is going to help. Soap: Can I still be Soap? Gaz: Shh let Frank speak. -------- Gaz: Captain? Price: Yeah, Gaz? Gaz: I'm... I'm bah- bise- bahsex- Price: Take your time. Gaz: *points at Sherlock and Roach* Gaz: Both. -------- Price: Is that a hickey? Gaz: No, it's just a mosquito bite. Roach: *enters room* Roach: Hey guys. Price: hI MoSQuiTo. -------- Price: How was the camping trip? Roach, panting and visibly distraught: HE TRIED TO KILL ME. Ghost: HE SAID THE BUGS WERE BOTHERING HIM SO I SPRAYED HIM WITH BUG SPRAY. Roach: A S S A U L T. -------- Graves: *tries to flirt with Sherlock* Roach: *stares at them silently* Soap: You're really quiet today, Gary. Roach: *still staring* Nobody plans a murder out loud. -------- Random mugger: Give me your money. Sherlock: *holds up a reverse UNO card* Bitch, give me your money. Random mugger: The fuck! Sherlock: *runs away* [Later] Sherlock: And that's how I avoided getting mugged. Nikolai: From the bottom of my heart, what the fuck Sherlock. -------- Ghost: I scare people lots because I walk very softly and they don't hear me enter rooms so when they turn around I'm just kind of there and their fear fuels me. Price: How did you get in my house? Ghost: Exactly. -------- Gaz: Why are you lying on the floor? Roach: I have depression. Roach: Also, I was stabbed six or seven times, could you get Sherlock? -------- Sherlock, at the 141's base for the 1st time: Can you tell me where I can find Captain Price? Ghost: Yeah, for sure. You go down there, you turn left, you look for a broken down, stressed-out middle-aged man looking like he's functioning on two hours of sleep and one working brain cell, and you follow him. Sherlock: And he'll take me to Captain Price? Ghost: That is Captain Price.

[marimayscarlett]

If Richard was a vampire, what kind would he be? Like would he sparkle like from Twilight? Would he come from The Lost Boys universe, or Fright Night or Interview with a Vampire?

This has been bugging me for weeks, I want to write a vampire!Richard fic but I can't figure out the best fit for him, I'm not sure if this has been asked before tho so I apologize in advance of it has! Also feel free to do the rest of the Ramm boys if you'd like!! I love hearing your opinions!!

I wanted to ask the vampire and RZK knowledge queen, thanks!! 🥰

Hi ���

⚠⚠⚠ This will be long. I am so sorry. ⚠⚠⚠

Oh dear, dear Anon, now you've really stirred something up here... Once I start talking about vampires, especially in connection with Richard, it can get very long, very detailed, and very rambling (as you see below). On top of that, it’s the kind of thing that interests about 0.2% of this fandom, while the rest probably falls asleep halfway through. BUT WHO CARES. (well, I do...) I’m still going to answer extensively, as I have quite a few thoughts on this.

I’ll first introduce the key traits of various vampire races across different vampire media (series, films, books), including some of the ones you mentioned and a few I myself find important (I just chose a few, otherwise this would've gotten endless). I’ll use bullet points to make things easier to follow. Then, I’ll compare those traits with Richard’s aesthetic and estimate which characteristics would suit him best.

Some vampire characteristics (I forgo mentioning the teeth since at least this is pretty similar):

Interview with a Vampire (book by Anne Rice & movie from 1994) vampires stop aging after they're turned - pale, with luminous skin - require human/animal blood to survive - transition: through through the exchange of blood with a vampire - exposure to sunlight is fatal (burning skin etc), fire is also deadly - crosses and holy water have no effect on them - no reflections in mirrors - sleep not really necessary, still rest during the day

-> a quite typical and traditional depiction of vampires.

The vampire diaries (books by Lisa J. Smith and show from 2009-2017) stop aging after their transformation - eyes darken, veins appear beneath them, and their fangs emerge when feeding or angry - rapid healing abilities - human becomes a vampire by dying with vampire blood in their system, followed by completing the transition through feeding on blood - sunlight burns and weakens them, solution: daylight ring made by a witch - weakened by Vervain (burns their skin) - die by stike through the heart as well as from beheading, heart ripped out of their chest, fire, werewolf bites - Vampires can compel humans to obey their commands - can suppress their emotions by turning off their humanity - "original vampires" as the origin of all vampires

-> a more modern interpretation with some loopholes for the vampires

Black Dagger Brotherhood (books by J. R. Ward) larger and more physically imposing than humans, excellent fighters - eyes change color when they feed - extraordinarily long lifespans, but they are not completely immortal (can be f.e. killed by explosions) - can only survive by drinking the blood of the opposite sex from their own species - Vampires are born, not made: transition from mortal to full vampire during their mid-20s, is extremely dangerous, often fatal - Sunlight is deadly - Vampires form intense, lifelong mating bonds to their "shellans" - strong sexual drives, closely tied to their feeding habits and emotional connections - require downtime during the day - some vampires possess unique powers (mind control, telekinesis)

-> a quite dramatic and very emotionally charged interpretation

The Lost Boys (movie from 1987) maintain a human appearance, but reveal monstrous features when feeding or fighting - do not age and can live forever - can be killed by a wooden stake to the heart, decapitation, or severe injuries - possess superhuman strength, speed, agility - can fly or hover - transition by drinking vampire blood - require human blood to survive - sunlight is deadly - garlic and holy water burn and repel them - no reflections in mirrors - form groups or "packs" - killing the vampire "leader" (head vampire) can reverse the transformation for those who haven't fully turned

-> mixture of traditional and more modern-fantasy elements

Twilight (books by Stephanie Meyer, movies 2008 - 2012) pale skin that sparkles in sunlight - eyes change color based on their diet (gold: animal blood, red: human blood) - do not age and can live forever - superhuman strength, speed, reflexes - heal instantly from injuries unless they're torn apart and burned - human becomes a vampire if bitten and exposed to venom - are not harmed by sunlight, yet prevent it due to their skin - bodies are described as hard as stone - do not sleep or rest - some vampires possess unique supernatural powers (telepathy, precognition, emotional manipulation) - form covens or families - not affected by garlic, holy water, crosses, or wooden stakes

-> a modern and romantized way of characterisation

Dracula (book by Bram Stoker, movie 1992) pale with blood-red lips (book, movie in the beginning)) - do not age and immortal - possess superhuman strength, speed, and heightened senses - have the ability to hypnotize or mentally control their victims - require human blood to survive - human becomes a vampire by drinking a vampire’s blood after being fed upon repeatedly - sunlight weakens them, yet does not kill them immediately - can be killed by a wooden stake through the heart, decapitation, or exposure to sunlight and fire - are repelled by crosses, crucifixes, holy water, and consecrated ground - no reflections in mirrors - less powerful during the day, prefer to rest in their coffins filled with soil from their homeland - can summon and command nocturnal creatures like bats, wolves, and rats

-> most likely the most famous characterisation of vampires

Nosferatu (movies from 1922, 1979 and 2024) either rodent-like appearance (1922, 1979) or grotesque rotten corpse aesthetic - do not age and immortal, yet appearance seems to change through the years - require human blood to survive - completely destroyable by sunlight - is associated with disease and pestilence - must sleep in coffins filled with soil from their homeland - raw, primal desires very evident (2024)

-> based on Dracula, yet still different (and unnecessarily hot in case of the 2024 version)

Now on to my small evaluation, which traits I could see in Richard:

Well, where do I begin? I’d most likely place Richard, on one hand, in the rather traditional universe of Interview with the Vampire. It fits his at-times very sophisticated demeanor - "very gentleman" (to quote him), very classic, very seductive. At first glance, he would fit perfectly into that world, also because it feels like it aligns with the dramatic stage persona he occasionally adopts.

Nevertheless, other traits also suit him if we indulge in vampire fantasy: the ability to manipulate others with unbeatable persuasion (compelling) from The Vampire Diaries, the pack mentality from The Lost Boys or Twilight when you think of his loyalty and love for the band and his family. Curling up at home with movies or retreating to his studio to recharge or find refuge - leaving aside the morbid aspects, this reminds me of the rest accommodations in Dracula or Nosferatu. And lastly, I also see him fitting well into the Black Dagger Brotherhood universe. The emotionality that sometimes overflows, the mutual loyalty among the brothers, and not least the strong attraction between the sexes, along with the significant focus on emotional and physical connection and lust.

As you can see, I can’t quite decide. Hopefully, this helps you anyway 👀

Some fitting gifs to add to the mood:

As for the other band members, I’m torn because I don’t see all of them fitting into the vampire direction when it comes to a fantasy AU. The one I could most imagine in the vampire realm would be Schneider - most likely in the Vampire Diaries direction. It’s just a feeling that this would suit him: some classic elements combined with loopholes that would allow him to enjoy life as a vampire.

Thank you for your attention, if you made it this far 😌

[onedingo]

BIG INFO POST ABOUT BRENTON TARRANT AND CHRISTCHURCH ATTACKS + FILES UPLOADED TO DRIVE BY ME WITH PICTURES AND INFO

This folder was made by me. I gathered all the visual information about Brenton Tarrant that I have so far. Most of it I found on reddit, and I would like to give credit to a specific user, who is u/uncanealguinzaglio

Brenton Tarrant was born on October 27, 1990, in Grafton, New South Wales, Australia. In his manifesto, he described himself as an ordinary white man who had a normal childhood. In his own words:

"Just an ordinary White man, 28 years old. Born in Australia to a working-class, low-income family. My parents are of Scottish, Irish, and English stock. I had a regular childhood, without any great issues. I had little interest in education during my schooling, barely achieving a passing grade. I did not attend university as I had no great interest in anything offered in the universities to study. I worked for a short time before making some money investing in Bitconnect, then used the money from the investment to travel. More recently, I have been working part-time as a kebab removalist. I am just a regular White man, from a regular family. Who decided to take a stand to ensure a future for my people."

Despite this, there are some relevant details about Brenton's childhood and past before the attack, such as:

His parents' divorce when he was still a child. After the divorce, Tarrant and his sister, Lauren, lived with their mother and her new partner, who became violent, leading them to move in with their father, Rodney Tarrant. Other significant events include a fire that destroyed their family home and the death of his grandfather.

Between the ages of 12 and 15, Brenton gained weight, became overweight, and was bullied at school, where he also had few friends. He showed little interest in classes, although he managed to get good grades. The only subject that engaged him was history, where he demonstrated great interest in topics such as World War II.

After graduating from Grafton High School, he did not attend university, as he claimed there was nothing interesting to study. Instead, he pursued a career as a personal trainer at Big River Gym in Grafton, obtaining certification in 2009. He left the job in 2012 after an injury and decided to use an inheritance he received after his father’s death to travel.

Tarrant frequently traveled to countries such as France, Portugal, Spain, Serbia, Croatia, Montenegro, Bosnia, Bulgaria, Turkey, North Korea, and Pakistan. He had a keen interest in photography and travel.

Personality and Internet Activity

Brenton exhibited racist behavior from a young age. He spent a lot of time online and was exposed to far-right ideas through internet forums. He was an active user of 4chan from the age of 14 and developed strong anti-immigration views during his teenage years. He was also reported to have made racist remarks about one of his mother's boyfriends, who had Aboriginal heritage.

He spent years purchasing firearms and related equipment, yet authorities never intervened, allowing him to continue acquiring weapons, including semi-automatic rifles and shotguns.

Attack Planning

Tarrant began officially planning his attack in 2017. According to the Counter Extremism Project:

"By his own account, Tarrant was radicalized over a month-long period during his travels in Europe in the spring of 2017. On April 7 of that year, an Uzbek asylum seeker drove a truck into a crowd in Stockholm, Sweden, killing five people. On May 7, anti-immigration French presidential candidate Marine Le Pen was defeated by moderate Emmanuel Macron. In Tarrant's own words, he found his 'emotions oscillating between seething rage and suffocating despair at the indignity of France’s invasion,' referring to the immigrants he saw there."

There is also a connection between two terrorism-related crimes. In 2017, Alexandre Bissonnette carried out the Quebec mosque massacre in Canada, killing six people and injuring 19. Although never explicitly mentioned by Tarrant, Bissonnette was a major inspiration for him, and his name was inscribed on one of Tarrant’s rifle cartridges.

Tarrant spent a great deal of time online, using platforms such as Facebook, Twitter (now X), 4chan, and 8chan. He frequently shared memes and "shitposts" satirizing immigrants, Black people, Muslims, and communists. Some of these memes were created by him, while others were reposted.

Additionally, it was confirmed that Tarrant financially supported far-right organizations, including the French and Austrian branches of the Identitarian Movement, which promotes the "Great Replacement" theory, a white supremacist conspiracy claiming that white populations are being replaced by non-white immigrants.

Attack Execution

Tarrant carefully selected the Al Noor Mosque and spent considerable time researching it. He studied its layout using online tools, flew a drone over the mosque to map the area, and visited in person multiple times. Some survivors believed they had seen Tarrant attending Friday prayers before the attack, pretending to pray and asking about the mosque's schedule. He also engaged with Muslims to learn about Islam, intending to use this knowledge against them.

He customized his weapons, engraving them with names and symbols associated with white supremacy and historical Christian-Muslim conflicts. Some of these inscriptions included:

Vienna 1683: Reference to the Battle of Vienna, where the Holy Roman Empire fought the Ottoman Empire.

Luca Traini: Italian who shot six immigrants from his car, sentenced to 12 years in prison.

Gaston IV: Viscount of Béarn, known as "The Crusader" for his role in the First Crusade.

Charles Martel: French ruler who defeated Muslim armies at the Battle of Tours in 732.

Alexandre Bissonnette: Responsible for a mosque shooting in Quebec, sentenced to 40 years in prison.

Marco Antonio Bragadin: Venetian resistance leader in Cyprus during the Ottoman conquest in 1570.

14: Reference to the "Fourteen Words," a white supremacist slogan.

Before the attack, Tarrant posted his manifesto, The Great Replacement, on 8chan along with a message:

"Well lads, it's time to stop shitposting and time to make a real-life effort post. I will carry out an attack against the invaders and will even livestream the attack via Facebook."

He also uploaded 150 photographs to his Facebook profile. These photographs were mostly memes and shitposts with prejudiced content and highlighting his ideologies. In these posts, Brenton makes clear his admiration for Dylann Roof, Anders Breivik and Timothy McVeigh.

At 1:32 PM, he began live streaming on Facebook while driving to Al Noor Mosque. He played two songs: Serbia Strong (a Serbian nationalist and anti-Islamic song) and The British Grenadiers (a traditional British military march).

At 1:39 PM, Tarrant parked near Al Noor Mosque, armed himself with a Mossberg 930 shotgun and a Windham Weaponry AR-15 rifle, and approached the entrance. He was greeted by a man who said, "Hello, brother," before Tarrant shot and killed him along with four others. Inside the mosque, he continued firing indiscriminately.

He used a strobe light on his weapons to disorient victims. After exiting the mosque, he retrieved another rifle from his car and shot two more people in the parking lot. He then re-entered the mosque and shot injured individuals before leaving again, killing a woman outside. He then ran over her body as he drove away. In total, 49 people were killed at Al Noor Mosque.

While driving to the Linwood Islamic Centre, he continued streaming, singing Fire by Arthur Brown. However, the livestream was cut due to a connection failure.

At the Linwood Islamic Centre, he killed two more people, but his attack was less effective as some of his weapons malfunctioned and he became disoriented inside the mosque. He then drove away, intending to attack a third mosque.

At 1:57 PM, two police officers rammed his car off the road. Tarrant was arrested without resistance at 1:59 PM, 18 minutes after the first emergency call.

Trial and Imprisonment

Tarrant was convicted of 89 crimes and sentenced to life in prison without parole. His behavior in court was inconsistent—sometimes smiling and laughing, other times appearing emotionless. During one hearing, he subtly made a "white power" hand gesture.

While in custody, he claimed to have been subjected to "inhumane or degrading treatment" that prevented a fair trial. In 2022, he appealed his conviction, but no hearing was immediately scheduled. In 2023, he requested a judicial review of his prison conditions.

Tarrant is currently held in Auckland Prison’s Extreme Risk Prisoner Unit.

For more information about the victims, I highly recommend this article:

[edennill-archived]

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🌫️ mithrim-noldo following

Yeah, Thingol kind of flew off the handle with banning Quenya and all that, but why on Arda are people now justifying the Kinslaying in response?? have some nuance and also, that's just plain horrible.

✨ btw-this-is-hopeless following

hope it's fine to copy your tags, mithrim, because they're great:

#I mean I know this is probably because they've taken part in the kinslaying themselves #but #can't you just admit you did wrong and move on? #in so far as it is possible because of course forgetting would be disrespectful and unwise #because the consequences are with us still #but it should be way more comfortable than being on your defences all the time #always ready to rationalize or deny #with a conscience you cannot silence

✴️ eightpointedstar83

I am tired of typing this out again and again but Alqualondë could have been averted had the teleri been less self-centred and readier to cooperate. Thingol is just another example of this attitude. But of course, please deny that the third clan is what it is and pin the blame on the people who saved everyone's skins.

We have done nothing wrong and yet our own people are turning on us. One day you will rue this.

Long live the house of Fëanor!

💝 heart-in-a-box

This is just the sort of behaviour OP was talking about.🤦‍♀️

🌫️ mithrim-noldo following

Admittedly, this seems to be a fanatical Fëanorian and more committed than the average apologist of his/her own actions - but yes.

#current events #thingol's quenya ban #my post

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🧝🏼‍♂️maglorfeanorion following

finished another canto of the noldolante today

🌖 hunters-moon

you have a tumblr account??!

🧝🏼‍♂️ maglorfeanorion following

do I know you?

🌖 hunters-moon

yes :)

🧝🏼‍♂️ maglorfeanorion following

wait - yeah, I do...

which of the twins are you?

🌖 hunters-moon

how did you know😮???

👨🏻‍🦰red-haired-twin

he looked through your blog, nitwit :)

🧝🏼‍♂️maglorfeanorion following

I guess I shouldn't be surprised to find you two out of all possible people on here...

so - which is which?

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himring winters are horrible and I hate my parents for bringing me to middle-earth

#rant #children of exilse #i meant #children of exiles #coe

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Y'all weren't joking when y'all said the Sirion is impressive...

(more photos under cut)

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#photography #nature photography #nature #sirion #falls of sirion

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🖼️ wonder-the-earth

is it still a secret city when everyone is talking about it?

👰🏼‍♀️ celebrin following

that's a good question

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👤 incessant-leaves following

It makes me sick to see all those positive nostalgic posts about the Mereth Aderthad. How pretty the pools of Ivrin were or weren't doesn't change the fact that THE NOLDOR WERE HIDING THE TRUTH ABOUT THE KINSLAYING THE WHOLE TIME. Yeah "everyone was kind" back then. You were feasting together with people whose cousins you had killed and have the audacity to complain they don't like you as much anymore. I don't care if you're a Sinda or a Noldo who "didn't take part in it" - if you say anything positive about it I'm blocking you.

#mereth aderthad #the truth about ivrin

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Things they don't want you to know about Fëanaro:

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🏹 huntingprincess following

with all due respect, gondolin is the most boring place in the world.

🌼 golden-flower

it's not. but you're entitled to your opinion.

🌌 daughterofdoriath following

if only all debates on here were as civil...

👤 incessant-leaves

OP is a kinslayer apologist. Didn't you check that out before you started praising them?

🌌 daughterofdoriath following

*throws hands up*

I was admiring that one exchange.

(and this was actually more about @golden-flower's response than about OP)

*sighs*

#this site...

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[epicbuddieficrecs]

Favorite Buddie fics of 2023!

Every single year at @epicstuckyficrecs I used to do a fic rec at the end of the year with my favorite fics. I figured I should keep the tradition going! So, without further ado, these are my favorite Buddie fics (in no particular order) published in 2023! (you can also check out some other favorite Buddie fics of mine here)

If you have any favorites that aren't in this list, don't hesitate to share them in the comments! :)

Complete

find a way to you (if it kills me) by foxwatson/ @eddiediazes (Post S6E13: Mixed Feelings, Pining | 19K | Mature): the one where eddie decides to start dating again, buck figures out his own feelings just a minute too late, and then he spends a week going through the five stages of grief

let the world have its way with you by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Post-Coma AU | 54K | Explicit): or, a bucket list that’s really about buck needing to make a change and an eddie who’s ready to do anything to see him fall in love with life again. it takes some crossing off for eddie to realise—the thing at the top of the list in his own heart? it’s been right here all along

Being Eddie by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Time Travel, Post-Season 6, Getting together | 80K | Teen): When Eddie starts seeing a new therapist, he’s presented with the opportunity to revisit several days from his past and right regrets that still bother him. OR: Eddie goes through the time travel therapy process of the 2009 Canadian TV show Being Erica.

Evan Buckley & The Coma-Verse of Madness by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Coma AU, Multiverse | 58K | Teen): After being struck by lightning on a call, Buck experiences a plethora of alternate realities showing him different directions his life could have taken. Fighting hard to get home, Buck learns what, or who, is important to him in every lifetime.

like a dog with a bird at your door by fleetinghearts/ @shitouttabuck (Post-S6, Getting Together | 51K | Explicit): or, evan “i love you like a dog” buckley has only ever known how to love like, well, a dog, but maybe eddie diaz is the kinda guy to give a flea-bitten mongrel a forever home

Both Blade and Branch by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Post-S6 | 62K | Mature): The chances of being struck by lightning twice are incredibly minute, but Buck still manages to pull it off. During a double date with Marisol and Natalia, nonetheless. Eddie manages to resuscitate him, but as Buck recovers from yet another trauma, Eddie can’t help but notice there’s something very different about him. He’s not quite sure what version of Buck he got back.

where all of the people dancing and clapping would greet me with such warmth by trysetmeonfire/ @try-set-me-on-fire (Season 6, Magical Realism | 15K | Mature): In the fall, Buck begins to disappear. (Part 2 of All I Am, All That I Am)

Nothing Left But You by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars ("Blip" AU | 27K | Teen | Warning: MCD): In May of 2021, 25% of Earth's population suddenly disappears. Including Eddie. In May of 2026, they all come back. Eddie finds himself suddenly in the middle of a world he doesn't recognize, where the people he loves most have changed significantly.

Your Love is an Oil Slick (It Glows like Rainbows, It Stains My Soul) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Canon Divergent - Supernatural Elements, Ghost Buck | 67K | Explicit): When Eddie's son claims he has an imaginary friend, Eddie doesn't think much of it. Christopher is seven, it's what kids do. But then weird things start happening around the house, and Eddie starts dreaming about a handsome blue-eyed man. Turns out, Christopher's friend isn't so imaginary. Their house is haunted.

come with me, together, we can take the long way home series by allisonRW96/ @homerforsure (Canon compliant | 105K | T to M):

Get me through the night; Make me feel alright (Post-S3 Finale | 11K | Mature): After an emotionally-gutting reunion with Abby, Buck turns to old coping mechanisms. Eddie helps him find a better way. In Uncertain Times, The Uncertain Rules Apply (Pre-S4 | 22K | Teen): Covid comes to LA. Eddie copes. Or doesn't. Holding out for Something More (Stuck in Reverse) (Post S4E3/Lone Star Crossover | 26K | Teen): LA is coming out of lockdown and the world is returning to some sense of normalcy. But going back to the way things were hurts more than Buck expected. While his therapist challenges him to confront what he really wants, the team takes a trip to Austin... and El Paso. so far from being free (S4E4: 9-1-1 What's Your Grievance?, S4E5: Buck Begins | 46K | Teen): That’s Daniel. He was our brother. Buck doesn’t know what to do with the past tense. He never had a brother. He’s always had a brother. He gained one and lost one in the same breath and it feels impossible.

Kink Club AU series by Princessfbi/ @princessfbi (Canon Divergent - Different First Meeting, BDSM, Dom Eddie, Sub Buck | Complete | Explicit): Canon compliant one shots where Eddie works at a Kink Club as a side hustle and meets Buck there before his first shift in 2x01.

The Warmth (of You) (25K): aka where Buck and Eddie first meet at a kink club before the firehouse To Weather the Storm (With You) (21K): aka the fallout of Buck finding out the dom he met at a Kink Club is his new coworker Safe Here (With You) (20K): aka Buck and Eddie handle working a shift after their first scene The Building Pressure (of You) (15K): aka Buck reaches out to Eddie after he leaves Abby's place in 2x07 An Offer to Torment (You) (14K): aka Eddie is all twisted up inside about what to do with Shannon. Buck offers himself up for some much needed holiday stress relief.

like when the sun came out by spaceprincessem/ @spaceprincessem (Canon Divergent, Ghosts | 39K | Mature): Evan gave up trying to explain what happens to him after his parents forced him to have a talk with one of their friends, supposedly a pediatric therapist, and cruelly hinted that if Evan didn’t stop seeing and talking about his “invisible friends” as if they were real then his parents would send him far away to places where they lock children up in padded rooms. “Look,” Evan says quickly, forcing out the words before he gets too scared to speak,” I—I know this is going to sound crazy, but, um, ever since I was a kid I can see ghosts.”

tomorrow will always and forever now be today (tomorrow is our always and forever) by withmeornotatall/ @chronicowboy (Post-S6, Time Loop | 43K | Mature): eddie gets trapped in a time loop on the day buck marries natalia

All My Shattered Oaths by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels/ @letmetellyouaboutmyfeels (Vampires AU | 107K | Explicit): Eddie wants to stay away from his family’s legacy and give his son a normal life. Buck’s desperate to find a way to get over the love he lost. Fate has other plans for both of them.

Don't They Know It's the End of the World? by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Fallout 4 AU, Post-Apocalyptic | 32K | Mature | Warning: Violence): After being put in a cryogenic sleep for over a hundred years to wait out an apocalyptic event, Eddie Diaz wakes up, too early, to find his son has been stolen from his cryo-chamber. Scared and alone in a frightening world he doesn't recognize, Eddie is willing to do anything to get his kid back.

but i can see all along, love (it was you all the way down) by diazchristopher/ @captain-hen (Post-S6, Time Loop | 28K Mature): He puts his laptop away after a bit, and paces the length of his apartment as he tries to take stock of the situation at hand. One: The date is March 22nd, 2024. Two: It has been March 22nd for 3 days now. Three: Buck is trapped in some kind of time loop that is forcing him to relive this day. Four: Eddie is, apparently, in love with him. And. And. Five: Buck doesn’t feel the same way.

WIP

And here are my favorite WIP that I really hope will continue to be updated in 2024! 🤞

for all the haunts and homes of men by euadnes/ @kananjarus (Canon Divergent, Post-Apocalyptic, Station Eleven Crossover | WIP | 11/? | 96K | Mature | Warning: Violence): The year by the old calendar is 2025. Home is gone. Home is a failed rescue mission and an echo of a memory. Home is a lost boy living in a wooden house by the sea. But first, there was a promise. Christopher, when it's safe, I'll take you back to your father. Buck had all but given up on keeping it after the world had died and everyone in it. But just as some oaths refuse to be forgotten, so the same can be said about the endurance of love.

Things We're All Too Young to Know by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Canon, S1 through S6 | 104/? | 283K | Mature): This is a love story. Even if it doesn’t always look like it. Even if it doesn’t always feel like it. A look back on Eddie and Buck's lives up to now, and what led them to each other, interpreted from the current 9-1-1 canon.

Precious & Fragile Things by Daisies_and_Briars/ @cal-daisies-and-briars (Small Miracles AU, Angel Buck | 10/? | 25K | Teen): Buck is the Fallen Angel of Petty Temptation, who has been tasked with tempting human Eddie Diaz to sin and enjoy life, but just a little. He thinks the job will be easy - get in, get out, go back to Peru to continue messing around with eternity. But when Buck arrives in Los Angeles, he finds Eddie is harder to tempt than expected, and more compelling than Buck had hoped.

Right Where You Left Me by hyacinthusbloom/ @thebloomingheather (Canon Divergent, Post-S4, Angst | 89K | 20/? | Explicit | Warning: Rape/Non-con): "Therapy?" Eddie suggests. Buck almost laughs, but instead says, "I'll go if you go." Because he had fully expected him to be chicken shit, to disagree, and instead Eddie, the bastard, replies, "Deal." Or Buck never tells anyone that he slept with his therapist and deals with the butterfly effect years later.

Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know by JJK/ @trenchcoatsandtimetravel (Demon Buck, Canon Divergent | 7/? | 12K | Teen): Buck is a demon with the power to help with pregnancy, childbirth, and infant health. When the Buckleys make a deal asking for someone to help 'save their baby', Buck leaps at the chance as it will give him what he's always wanted: a life on earth. But demon deals are tricky and neither of them gets quite what they're after. This is Buck's journey as he navigates growing up on earth and remembering how to help those in need.

[stardustmuncher]

PLEASE STOP SCROLLING AND READ THIS.

(all fake names used.)

I haven't posted on here in quite a while, and this isn't my normal content, but I need this to be known.

I am in high school, I am a teenager. I am still legally considered a child.

Today, we had a child bring a gun to school.

For context, I attend a K-12 charter school. We have three buildings. Kindergarten through third grade are on the main floor and ninth through twelfth grade is on the second floor of the main building. Fourth and fifth share a trailer, while middle school also has a trailer on campus.

We are apart of the top one hundred schools in Colorado at the moment, although we have been rated higher. Our classes learn Latin from kindergarten all the way through freshman year, further if you so choose, we read about ancient Mythos, we learn about not only American history, but all backgrounds. Our student body continues to grow in diversity, with more students of color coming to attend. We pride ourselves on our classical learning, and we also pride ourselves on the bright young minds that we foster.

Today, a fourth grader brought a loaded and active handgun to school.

During second period, a shelter in place was put into effect. Just the day before, we had a fire drill. Everyone assumed that since it's the end of the month, admin were just doing all the drills that we could. I didn't think much of it, my close friends didn't think much of it, our teacher didn't think much of it.

Class continued as usual. I remediated a failed quiz, my friends chatted with me. A couple of people grabbed chicks that my biology teacher kept in the corner of the class and started messing with them. Initially, I was irritated because I was trying to work. It's hard to work when a handful of chicks are constantly peeping loudly. It wasn't until lunch that I learned that there was an active threat, and those people could have gotten us killed in the worst case scenario.

After the shelter-in-place was lifted, I continued on to my third period class as usual. We were reading Antigone, the first play in the Three Theban plays. I was excited that class was cut, it meant less reading. I asked my teacher what had happened. He shrugged; no one know yet.

I went to fourth period. It was a work day, and I finished my assignment early. I then moved to sit with a group of my friends, and discuss the news and random trivia. All four of them were on our Knowledge Bowl team. They had been awarded earlier for taking first place at state.

I went to lunch next, eating in my Latin teacher's home room with my friends. My best friend, Mk, showed up during lunch. She had spent the morning at physical therapy.

She told us there had been a weapon found, and we all laughed it off initially. There was no way. We haven't had a threat of violence to our school since a controversy back in 2009.

The teacher asked us to be quiet, there was an email she had to read to us.

A kid brought a weapon to school. We were going home early.

At first, our minds fixated on the fact that we'd go home early. It was Thursday, we don't have school on Friday. I'd miss drama club because of what happened, but I'd get an early weekend. I was ecstatic.

Mk and I then had to walk around the hallways, discussing her morning and telling her about the shelter in place. We were coming back around the corner when another friend, Henry, found us. His mother had texted.

A fourth grader, a child in his youngest brother's class, had brought a loaded, active handgun to school and was making threats towards students.

We were shocked. What could we say? The kid's nine, maybe ten by now. The information didn't settle in our mind until we had time to sit down in our fifth period class. We got locked in the class room until it was time for our early dismissal.

Everyone was just having fun, joking around, playing games on our phones (they're banned at their school), and being excited to get released.

In all honesty, a lot of it was really just us coping with the severity of the situation. Henry's little brother was in that class. Mk's little brother was supposed to be in the same building that day.

I texted my step mom and my dad in a panic. My dad was in a class, doing a presentation. My step mom was at work. I had to call my grandmother to pick me up.

I got home safely. I wonder who wouldn't have.

My dad called me as soon as he saw the texts. He was scared. He voted for Donald Trump, he voted for people to keep dangerous guns. I wonder if he knows he indirectly caused this.

My real mom texted me too, asking if I was okay. I responded lightly. She texted me again, making sure. I said I wasn't, and we called. It didn't make me feel better. I have to sleep in her bed tomorrow night.

Nothing happened today. But it could have.

I don't want to go to school on Monday anymore. I was excited for the next week, since we're participating in a "Kindness is Contagious" week, and we're allowed to dress up. I was excited to wear Barbie pants and a FNAF tee shirt on Monday. I don't want to go anymore.

I shouldn't feel terrified to be the place where I legally have to be. I should want to stay in bed longer in the mornings because I am so exhausted from having too much fun, not because I dread going in the case that my safety is compromised.

Not to mention how little the American government is doing for all of the kids of our country. This is the second time a student has brought a gun to school in my county in the past three weeks. We live in a small town, one that's rapidly growing, but it's still small. Our mall has had the same 20ish stores for ten years. Everyone gets excited when anything new opens up, we're still a tight knit community. Still, gun violence is too relevant, more than it should be here.

I don't understand how politicians can decide that tariff wars and bombing places in the Middle East is helping anything. People beg our government to focus on what's happening with illegal immigration inside the country, but ignore the students that die because of what happens every year.

I thought I was safe. I've never worried about going to school. Our shitty little town is too small, everyone knows each other.

Apparently not. That child stole the gun from their step father, and had been acting out violently for weeks.

Please, everyone, for the love of God or Allah or what deity you may believe, hold your loved ones a little tighter, be a little more grateful that you don't always fear for your life, think about the good a little more.

Reach out to your local governor about these concerns. Talk to a lisenced therapist. Band together, create a community. Create a safe space so that this doesn't happen again. Be a little bit kinder to the next person you see, you don't know what their last straw might be.

Reblog, reply, and share this post as you need. Share your experience with others. My DMs are open for anyone who is a victim of something similar. Please, don't isolate. Spread awareness, and please, keep in contact and try and help prevent any more gun violence and any more school shootings. We all play a part in this.

(By the way, link down below is my Twitter thread on the exact same situation. I don't have any credibility on Twitter, so it would be appreciated if people would share that around too.)

and then tags for reach.

[god-has-entered-my-body]

Do you wanna dance? - Matty Healy

A/N: i couldn't help myself, these two deserve to be happy forever and ever xx

this is a part two to this request i did earlier, but can also be read separately!!

wc: 3k

content warnings: mentions of drugs (weed), cursing, typical MPIND banter, kissing, a touch suggestive?

May, 2009 

“I’m so fucking boreddd, kill me now.” you drag your feet on the ground, letting yourself be pulled along by Matty, his hand tightly clasped against yours. He rolls his eyes, begging you to walk properly, and that you would find something to do soon. 

“Carolines?” he suggests, pointing in the general direction of the old paper factory, it being maybe a 25 minutes walk from where you were currently at. You raise your eyebrows at him, a skeptical look on your face. “Really?” you ask, whining about how your feet hurt and you didn't want to walk any further.

“Pretty please, I promise I'll make it worth your while.” he lowers his voice, winking at you cheekily. A groan leaves your lips, and you shove him off to the side, taking a swig from a freshly opened bottle of cheap tesco wine. 

“I’d do alot for you,” you burp, making Mattys face scrunch up in disgust “but i am not shagging you on a terrace, not a chance in fuck.” he laughs like music to your ears, a gross snort slipping out.

You suggest calling your other mates, inviting them for a few drinks on the balcony, just like old times. That small platform just off the main office held dear memories, good and bad. Matty immediately shakes his head, bringing your hand away from the phone in your pocket. “Just you and me, no one else.” He sounds different, you couldn't quite place it. 

“Carry me.” you joke, pressing a dramatic hand to your forehead. Imagine your surprise when you feel a firm hand press against your back, and another wrap around the back of your knees, hauling you up. Your hip hits the bare skin on Mattys chest, another ‘stylistic’ choice of his, only being covered in a thin, see through black shirt. 

“Jesus, fuck, let me down!!” you scream, attempting to push him away. 

All he does is giggle at your struggle, only pulling you closer, planting a sweet kiss on your lips. 

“D’you think I'm too weak to carry you?” you huff, letting out a frustrated sigh.

“I’m too heavy, you’ll proper hurt yourself-” he laughs again, almost in disbelief. “Oh, come off it, I'm pretty strong, you know!” you roll your eyes, shooting him a worried look. He nods, leaning in to give you what you think is another kiss.

Instead, he fucking licks across your face, making you squirm away at the odd feeling. 

“Perv.” you spit, turning your head away from him. He nuzzles his face into your freshly curled hair, humming contentedly as he starts walking down the sidewalk. You notice him adjusting his hands a few times, trying to get a better grip, so you ask to be let down. He refuses, like he’s trying to prove something to someone. It was no use, he was going to see this through, apparently. 

It was wet, the rain from a few hours prior making everything smell like damp concrete. It was barely sunset, the sky painted several shades of blue, purple and orange, clouds sparsely littering the sky. Trees were finally starting to green again, and the warm air kissed your skin, warning you of the hot summer to come. It was late May, breezy and comfortable, even if it was pissing it down most of the time, you didn't mind it, rarely getting sick anyway. 

The back entrance was covered by stacks of cardboard, soggy and flimsy from the rain. Matty tries to set you down gracefully onto a rock nearby, miserably failing as when trips over his own feet, sending you both flying down onto the soft, grassy ground. 

Laughing at the stumble, he kisses you while you're still under him, gripping your cheeks between his fingertips. The moment doesn't last long, wet dirt sullying the back of your shirt, making you whine like a small child. He reluctantly rolls off you, offering a hand to help you stand. Wobbly on your very impractical heels, Matty takes a jab at your choice of footwear.

“Who wears heels to go walk around? You've got fucking ankles of steel or something, thats mad.” he laughs, gesturing at your red platforms, thin straps the only thing keeping them attached to your feet. 

“They’re platforms.” you correct him “You’d know that, if you knew anything ever. Fuck you, you’re just jealous i’m taller now.” It was true, you towered slightly over him, even if only a few inches, it gave you a sense of power. 

Twirling your hair around your fingers, you let Matty lead you up the stairs, hand firmly gripping your wrist. His nails were painted black to match, though they were significantly more chipped than yours, the nail polish peeling off in chunks. 

Still, you found it endearing how he always wanted to use the things you did, whether it be makeup, clothes, even colors. What was yours was his, and what was his was yours, evident au cause de the blue top you were wearing. The stupid tourist shirt, his prized possession. 

The wind had died down a bit by the time you reached the smashed glass door leading to the terrace. Ross had managed to fall through it one night, absolutely wrecked off half a bottle of tito’s, no mixer. The four of you spent hours afterwards trying to pick small shards of glass out of a blacked out Ross, utterly convinced he was dying of alcohol poisoning. Fucking drama queen. 

Orange light floods the terrace, painting the worn down sofa in a warm hue. Matty smirks slightly as he plops down onto it, patting the space beside him, asking a silent question. You smile, the sight of him making your heart swell up with love. God, he looked beautiful, it was almost too much. Thicker chunks of his hair were now dyed blonde, streaks of pink peeking through. Impulse decision, though a good one, the bit of color really suited him.

“You got any?” he asks, tucking both his hands behind his head, spreading his legs, his shirt riding up slightly. A suggestion. 

“What do you take me for?” you giggle, already pulling out your weed. He never brought his own, insisting that if you wanted to roll them yourself, you’d also buy it. His logic was deeply flawed, but honestly, you loved him too much to tell him. 

Rolling the spliff, flashes of memories flip through your mind, you hear Hann’s voice. 

‘Girls don't roll their own spliffs’ God, he was such a dickhead.

“Girls don’t roll their own spliffs.” you giggle, grinning at Matty as you lick it closed, admiring your work. George had given you a few tips, and you’d actually gotten better. Mattys angelic laugh fills your ears, bouncing off the concrete walls. 

“Fuck yeah, I'm your girl.” he says proudly, brushing tangled curls out of his face, slightly more tan than usual, the sun having branded his fair skin. Your eyes roll of their own accord, and you nudge him with your elbow, muttering quietly. 

“Shut up mate, honestly.” he lets out a dramatic gasp at your words, pressing a hand to his chest is faux shock. 

“Do mates do this?” You jump as he snatches the spliff out of your hand, grabbing your face just like he did on the grass before, pressing a hot kiss right beside your mouth, just missing it. Biting back a moan, you feel his tongue slip past your lips, running across your own. 

“Okay, fuck off now, thanks.” you smile, unable to stop yourself. Not when he looked at you with such joy, eyes glimmering in the warm light. 

He hands the joint back to you, your hands brushing against each other. It felt loving, purposeful, real.

Grabbing the lighter from your right pocket, you run your fingers across the worn rhinestone, fondly remembering the day he’d made it for you.

The way he was reluctant at first, only giving in after you physically dragged him through the doors of the hobby shop, forcing him to pick out decorations. His concentrated expression as he tried to pick off the cheap stones, having to let you help him do it after numerous failed attempts. It was one of your favorite days with him, wishing you could relive it a thousand times over.  

Laying back, you hold it in front of you, rotating it over the flame to get an even burn. The smell flooding your senses, you close your eyes, bringing the spliff to your lips. Inhaling deeply, you feel Matty shuffle next to you, shifting and making the sofa creak under him. You try to ignore it, keeping your eyes shut as you feel the drug hit your system, a warm, weightless sensation enveloping you. It was when he moved for the third time that you snapped your eyes open, going to complain.

“Christ, will you stop moving around like tha-” your words get caught in your throat, dying out. 

He wasn't in the spot next to you anymore. No, he was on the floor. On the floor, on one knee, holding a small, red velvet box in his right hand. Your breath hitches as you notice the expression on his face. Anxiety. You could speak, hell, you could barely fucking think. Matty was in front of you, kneeling, holding a white diamond that was shimmering in the light, like a goddamn dream. 

You watch as he opens his mouth to speak several times, closing it before any sound comes out. His eyes fill with panic as you sit up, eyes wide in shock. He was proposing. Properly proposing, with a ring and everything, down on one knee. You’re convinced this is a dream, of a fucking hallucination, something more believable than what was actually happening in front os you. 

“Marry me?” he forces out, hand slightly shaking as you look him up and down, mouth completely dry. You felt tears stream down your face. Obviously, with Matty not being able to read your mind, his eyes dart around your features, trying to gauge what your reaction meant. 

“Holy shit, what the fuck is wrong with you.” are the first words you say, hands coming up to shield your face. The panic only grew as he tries to speak, only things coming out being bits of words and ‘sorry’. 

Shaking your head violently, you reach out your hand, presenting your ring finger. Tears well up in Mattys own eyes, dangerously close to rolling down his puffy cheeks. 

“Yes, oh my god, I fucking love you so much.” you scream, bouncing off your spot on the sofa, lunging towards a very emotional Matty. You catch his lips in a kiss, wrapping your arms around him tightly, not daring to let go 

“Really? You’ll marry me?” he says in genuine disbelief, his left hand gripping your lower back, pulling you close.

“Of course i’ll marry you Matty, christ.” he pushes you away, giddily slipping the silver ring onto your ring finger, planting a soft kiss to the metal. 

“Fucking hell that is a boulder.” you look at the diamond in awe, the stone basically blinding you. He grins from ear to ear, grabbing the fabric of your top, kissing you softly, a gentle warmth spreading throughout your body as your lips make contact. 

“Only the best for my wife.” giggles leave his lips, delirious and ecstatic, disbelief still evident in the way his eyes rake over you, settling on the ring. Pressing a hand to your cheeks, he thumbs the tears away, kissing all over your face. Your heart thrums against your ribcage, threatening to burst out of your chest. 

“Bit early, innit?” you comment, sucking in a deep breath, eyes glued to Mattys. You're both on your knees, concrete digging into the skin of your legs. It was cold, uncomfortable, but you truly couldn't care less.   

“Never too early, Mrs. Healy” he smirks in that cheeky way of his, both hands settling onto your shoulder, rubbing small shapes into your skin. The moment doesn't feel real, nothing does. You hope to god that this isn't a dream, that that this was really happening. 

“Can Hann be the flower girl?” your inability to be serious for five fucking seconds shines through, the both of you falling into each others arms, uncontrollably laughing. Mattys eyes crease as he giggles, the feel of his hands on your body is heavenly, l of his hands touching your skin makes you truly believe you've reached a higher plane of existence. 

“Only if he wears the dress.” 

“Deal.” you say, knowing well that getting Adam Hann into a dress would require months of begging, maybe even bribery. You would probably need to buy him a fucking house to get him to even consider it. 

More laughter, more kissing, more planning a future neither of you had ever actually thought possible. A future with each other. 

Matty fumbles around in his pockets, pulling out his Ipod, initials erratically scratched into the metal. You raise your eyebrows at him, asking a silent question of ‘what the fuck?’

“Do you wanna dance?” he asks, smirking at you as he swiftly stands up, extending his hand. This is so incredibly cliché, and you know that yourself, but you can't bring yourself to care. 

His fingers press one earphone into your ear, before doing the same to his own. He smiles sweetly, expression softening. This was true, raw, unbridled love. 

“Can I choose the song?” you ask, fingers trailing down Mattys jaw as he settles his hands onto your waist. Nodding, he hands you the Ipod, letting you select whatever you wanted. 

“I love you so much, my darling girl.” he mumbled into your hair, the vibrations of his voice sending shivers down your spine. 

“Stop being such a sap,” you laugh, quickly adding a “I love you too.” as to not offend him. As if he would be offended. 

Suffragette City blared through the headphones, the music filling every corner of your being. Your hips swayed, and so did his, guiding you lightly with the hands gripping you tightly. 

You didn't speak, letting Matty spin and twirl you around, breaking out into fits of laughter when you almost tripped over your ridiculous heels. Fuck, they were really a bad idea. 

Stopping for a second, you reach down to unclasp your shoes, kicking them off without a second thought. 

“Already taking your clothes off? We haven't even said our vows yet-” he teases, being met with a sharp look and a hand threaded into his hair, pulling him into a deep kiss. 

“Don't ruin the moment, you wanker.” you mutter against his lips, licking into his mouth as you let him take back control of your movements. 

You don't know how long you dance for, but by the time the two of you finally come up for air, the sun had almost completely disappeared behind the tall buildings of the city. 

Your life together flashes through your mind. That very first kiss. That night in The Sound. Ruby. The drugs. The lighter, smashed into little bits. Your fight with the guys. The night he had called you, shaking and crying, scared. The photos. The sight of him, down on one knee.  

This was it. Everything that had happened; every mistake, every fight, every passionate kiss, every gasp of pleasure when skin met skin, every tear shed since that night at the bus stop had been leading up to this final moment. 

You and Matty, 

Matty and you 

Forever.

Properly this time 

The music faded, the sound of rainfall pattering loudly against the metal roof replaced it. 

A Suffragette City, A Suffragette City

Quite all right

A Suffragette City

Too fine

A Suffragette City, ooh, A Suffragette City

Oh, my Suffragette City, oh my Suffragette City

Ah, Suffragette

Suffragette!

[waihtie]

I am EXCITED

Season 5 Episode 4 - The End

○ CAS'S STANCE lmao

They're talking about the Colt. Cas heard that the demons still have it

(I have no idea what happened to it, I'll have to go back and read who had it last) (okay, just looked, last I could see was s3 when Bela sold it, I'm guessing I'm missing a situation in between there?)

CAS STANDING On the side of the road for presumably 4+ hours lmao

○ Sam calling Dean to tell him about that Lucifer update. They prob haven't talked since they split

"I want back in for starters"

Sam wants to track Lucifer down and kill him

Dean's skeptical about Sam + revenge

There's still so much pain there. Dean telling Sam they need to stay away from eachother. They're better off apart. Both sides would try to use the other to get to them

"Bye, Sam"

○ Dean woke up in a post-apocalyptal world

It's 2014, 5 years in the future from our Dean's timeline

A Croatoan virus infested one

○ Zachariah just pops into the Impala, nonchalantly, reading a newspaper

Ha Zachariah had to place people around to give him Dean's location bc of his ribs (specifically a bible preaching guy on the street)

He says he's keeping Dean here for 3 days

○ Ha Dean meeting Dean

○ Dean canonically likes wearing pink satin panties. Now that's something

Why would Dean ask other Dean to say something only he would know when most of the time, the things looking like other people can see their memories?

○ No Bobby. No Sam.

Endverse Dean hasn't talked to Sam since what happened in our Dean's this morning

○ I've never seen anyone else say it, so is it just me who finds Chuck kinda...

Like, he's pretty cute?

○ So is Chuck asking stupid questions about supplies and stuff bc Zachariah formed this world, so he made Chuck the way he perceives him?

This only works if this isn't actually a real future timeline

Otherwise that's just Chuck being extra dick-ish

Like bro, do something.

Just casually asks about supplies he damn knows well what to do about.

(this'll only make sense if you know what happens in S11)

○ Okay, a few notes

1. Cas winking at Dean is beautiful

2. I've never wanted to be in an apocalyptic world so bad

3. Cas immediately being able to tell Dean isn't from his timeline is so special to me

4. The hair and the slightly longer stubble have me weak in all kinds of places

No, you

○ Dean's pissed at Dean

○ Woah 2014 Dean just aquired the Colt

"Tonight, I'm gonna kill the Devil"

○ Cas laughing at 2009 Dean being a little shit to 2014 Dean is also special to me

And again

"What? I like past you"

○ Cas pointing out all the issues with Dean's deadly plan, but says "of course" instantly when Dean asks if he's coming 🩷🩷🩷

Cas is just going along with everything grumpy old 2014 Dean says. I need him.

I wonder if Cas knew about our Dean right away bc he had an ounce of personality or hope or something

○ Sam said yes, so Lucifer is wearing him

2014 Dean is going to kill him

He's telling 09 Dean that when he gets back, he needs to say yes to Michael, so none of this happens. Begging, actually

I'll probably be wondering later, so: Being Michael's vessel aids in the apocalypse bc Michael vs Lucifer would be a huge battle that would cause a lot of damage.

"Half the planet is better than no planet"

○ Cas being absolutely hopeless is so hot

The drugs. The orgies. The guru stuff.

○ 2014 Dean sending people unknowingly into a trap as a decoy.

'14 Dean ended up being killed by Samifer anyways

Kinda digging it

He's missing the Lucifer charm, tho

Not that I like Luci, but idk how else to describe his snarky, happy, deviance

Samifer is great separate from the other Lucifer versions, tho. Hot.

Always loved Jared's eye shape and brow bone.

○ Zachariah is doing a lot to prove his point. Is that a real future, or something Zachariah concocted? Can he even do that?

○ Cas pulling Dean away from Zachariah

"That's pretty nice timing, Cas"

"We had an appointment" adorable.

He missed his Cas

○ Yay he's calling Sam.

Endverse!Dean tried everything, and couldn't stop what was happening, so his solution was to get this Dean to say yes. Even he knew '09 Dean would never.

'09 Dean is doing what the other never did - get Sam back in. That'll be the difference.

[professoruber]

Thoughts regarding the Spoiler vs Secret fight… (Young Justice 1998 #30)

So been reading the original Young Justice recently, been really great and I really like the characters. But just wanted to pause and take a moment to talk about this issue, namely the fight between Spoiler and Secret.

While the conclusion does frame it as more of a mutual fight, with both Steph and Greta being sat down and lectured by Robin and Red Tornado, I honestly found myself siding more so with Steph.

Perhaps I am biased somewhat, since Steph is a character I enjoy and I read Batgirl 2009 prior to this, and also because Greta's "befriending" Darkseid in the issue before this kinda casts a negative light on her actions. But I also really like Greta, and as I mentioned, this directly coming off her interaction with Darkseid does explain her acting more hostile than normal.

As for why exactly I sided more-so with Steph (based primarily off the events of this issue, I will admit I am not wholly familiar with all the comics). I will note that Steph did technically strike first, but I think Greta was the one pushing the fight forward.

However, even if Steph was the one to throw the first kick, Greta doesn't really do herself any favours with her role in this.

Because while Steph might have resorted to violence first, Greta was still the one who entered Steph's bedroom and revealed herself in a very threatening manner. Attacking someone who just aggressively broke into your bed room is, I think, pretty understandable.

Especially since Steph does not know Greta, she only knows of her. They've never met.

Also, even the kick itself can be argued to be self-defence. After all, Steph was confronted by a dangerous and hostile stranger in her own home, and her immediate next action after the kick is to flee out the window (only to be subsequently pursued).

Granted, Steph does also say the kick is in retribution for reading her diary. But I don’t think that changes that Steph had legitimate reasons to feel threatened, and keeps trying to escape following this.

Greta is the one who pursues Steph and continued the fight. Instead of just leaving. Given that Greta is a trespasser and a stranger, I think Steph had every right to feel threatened.

Apart from that first kick, Steph is largely on the defensive. Not once in this fight does Steph ever pursue or seek out Greta, instead it is Greta who is shown continuing to chase Steph.

The worst thing Steph does is using the electricity lines against Greta.

But I think this is somewhat mitigated by...

The only reason Greta flew into the cut cables was due to her pursuing Steph

Greta is clearly made of mist, and so it seems reasonable for Steph to assume she's not easy to kill (and she was correct)

Steph's stated intention was "buying a few second"

Steph was shocked at Greta apparently blowing up (while "Robin is going to kill me" is one of her reactions, she has barely any time to process this or what she apparently did before Greta reveals herself not exploded)

Electricity is something understandably traumatic for Suzie, which makes her increased/continued aggression more understandable, but Steph had no way of knowing any of that.

Most of the attacks Steph has made against Greta throughout this fight appears to be towards the goal of escape. She kicked Greta, and then leapt from the window. She zapped Greta, by outright said she was only trying to buy herself a few seconds.

Beating Greta never seems to be the goal for Steph, escaping is. Also Greta's "he's going to have to stand in line" would only give Steph more reason to fear for her life, apart from how outmatched she is.

Greta is never in danger here, she could leave at anytime, and if she has concerns about Steph invading Robin's privacy... then the correct thing to do would be to talk to Robin about it. Greta is the one who keeps pushing for this fight to continue, while Steph is just trying to get away.

Steph's the one dealing with an actual threat, someone with superpowers who clearly outmatches her and invaded her home and continues to pursue her. From Steph's perspective, she's fighting/fleeing for her life.

Which is why I think it was kinda "eh" that they both got equally lectured in the end. Not gonna to hold it against her, because chatting with Darkseid and getting advice from him would mess up a lot of people, but still.

Another reason why I kinda sympathise with Steph more, is that I find her frustration with Tim's secrecy pretty understandable. It kinda is unequal for him to know everything about her, while she does not even know his real name.

Although it is also arguable that Steph should just break up with him rather than push this boundary. So Steph isn't blameless, even if what Greta did was extremely disproportionate and needless escalation.

On the other hand though, the topic of power imbalance is also quite applicable to the Spoiler vs Secret fight. As noted, there was literally nothing Steph was able to do to actually harm Greta. So Greta was able to enter Steph's home, know her identity, and there was nothing which Steph could do about it, because the moment she did do something it turned into a fight she could not win.

I think that might be one of the main reasons why I thought Steph got an unfair deal from all this...

Because Steph was the one who clearly had less power and agency in this situation. Greta was the one making most of the choices, and could have ended the fight anytime, while Steph could not.

For final point...

As I mentioned before, this fight with Steph comes just about immediately after her "befriending" Darkseid and getting a pep talk from him. This is something Tim himself is a aware of...

So, maybe, just maybe, this all should've been seen as a bit of a bigger red flag. Just saying.

[residentwordsofaffirmationdealer]

barbara gordon + her disability, anger, fear, grief, dedication, revenge, closure, and moving on

"everyone talks about 'closure' now. when tragedy strikes they say you need 'closure'. what a crock. i wanted revenge. swear you won't tell anybody... part of me still does. i remember that night every time i answer the door. and i think about what was taken from me." from birds of prey (1999) issue 8

"a lot of the time it's like you batguys want me to hold on to the past because you can't get over it. i understand-- i have. i have a new life now. one i like -- one that fulfills me. it's not the same one i had before, but its good. maybe even better." from birds of prey (1999) issue 8

"do you understand how humiliating, how demeaning that is?! my life has no importance save in relation to you!" & "oh, yes, i heard about that. i heard how you two stood there, laughing over some private joker. tell me -- was it me?" from the batman chronicles (1995) #5

"i've lost so much. i've lost everything i thought i was. who am i now? how do i go on?" "you have lost nothing that matters. you have everything you need." from the batman chronicles (1995) #5

"a little over a year has passed since my life ended, since i died and was reborn." & "i'm me--more me than i have ever been. my life is my own. i embrace it, and the light with a deep continuing joy." from the batman chronicles (1995) #5

"there is hardly a crime fighter on the planet who has not come to rely on her skills and dedication. over time, she has become more to batman than a trusted ally or dependable resource. she is an inspiration to him:" from gotham knights (2001) #6

"but there was some i knew would soldier on. some who could stare adversity, grief, death in the face and, if not quite laugh, evolve and continue fighting the good fight. barbara gordon was one of those people" from bruce wayne: the road home (2010)

"what? you're not impressed?" "i wouldn't expect anything less from you" from bruce wayne: the road home (2010)

"not bad... for a cripple" from nightwing (1996) #87

"don't you dare! not one word about the past!" from nightwing (1996) #87

"that anger is really i know know anymore. every day." from batgirl (2009) #1

"i know what you must be going through. how angry you are. just know you don't always have to be" from batgirl (2009) #2

"i mean, what kind of stupid superhero rolls around in a wheelchair?" from batgirl (2009) #4

"bruce. dick. they'll always be a part of my life... but i owe it to myself to start looking forward...regardless of how painful that can sometimes be" from batgirl (2009) #7

"once upon a time, cormorant killed me. i've been dying ever since. but i've never let it stop me. never." from batgirl special (1988)

"who do i save -- him or myself? there's no choice. i can't let anyone take a life i can save!" from batgirl special (1988)

"i shot a defenseless girl" from the killing joke (1988)

"i mean, whos leading the JLA these days?" "batman." "superman." "martian manhunter." "owacle." from titans (1999) #1

"i really do run this city. they have eyes everywhere, they're listening to everything we say. i know that technique. i invented that damn technique. the reason i couldn't go with you to fight in the rocks to the north...? it's because im barbara freaking gordon. also known as oracle. and i started fighting them ten minutes ago." from convergence: nightwing/oracle (2015) #1

"you are defeated." "...lady. do i look defeated to you?" from convergence: nightwing/oracle (2015) #2

[cecilyv]

Comfort Fanfic Reccs

@liminalmemories21 tagged me in this and I just KNOW she knew I was going to (A) fall down like, a zillion rabbit holes, (B) sit there for a while trying to think of a story/author that was one the tip of my tongue but failing, and (C) then get upset again because, y'all, the internet is NOT FOREVER. Of course there are things this makes me happy about, but in this instance.

Okay, this is no way all of them. I am re-reader. I reread. I have been in fandom for over 30 years. I retain the right to post again later with more of these because I want my friends to get the pleasure of reading these for the first time or the thousandth time -- it's all the same.

Also some of these are sad. Some are happy. I've found that I go to all them for comfort, depending on the day.

freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose by synecdochic (SGA, Rodney/John).

"There is a gravestone in Arlington National Cemetery. It sits watch over an empty grave, and there is a vine with small blue flowers, one the gardeners can't identify from any book, twining up its side." I know I've mentioned it before, but this fic lives rent free in my brain and it's sad, and lovely, and sad, and thought provoking and lovely and just read it.

This is how it works by Lim

A connected rec: Lim, not my lim but another fandom Lim, made this video for/about freedom's just another word. I'm so glad it exists on the internet still. Scroll down in the link and you might have to hit play a few times to get it to load, but it's worth it. This is the vid that made me realize the power of vids AND introduced me to Regina Spektor, so, thank you lim.

Telegraph Avenue by hackthis (the O.C. -- Seth/OMC, Seth/Ryan)

I am, in fact, sending you to the wilds of livejournal because hackthis left fandom (mumbles under her breadth) years ago and none of her stuff exists on ao3 (if it does, please let me know because that would be amazing). Honestly, I rec all her stuff -- the generation kill, the inception, freaking neville longbottom/theodore nott -- read it all, even if it's on livejournal.

Pre-Existing Condition by Helenish (Die Hard, Matt Farrell/John McClane)

Okay, okay, bear with me. I had an incredibly difficult time figuring out which of Helenish's stories to link, but I went with this one because it's a showcase of -- I will follow this author anywhere and love it. I have read this story so many times. In Helenish, I trust and that's going to be a running theme here. Come for this one, stay for the Inception, SGA, Teen Wolf, and hockey rpf, if that's your bag. Apparently, helenish was my very first bookmark on ao3 which totally tracks.

Don't You Shake Alone by Dira Sudis (Generation Kill, Brad/Nate)

Nate looked exactly like Brad always pictured him: exhausted in the full life-in-a-combat-zone sense of the word. Nate has a baby and Brad shows up. I have read this oh, like, at least a dozen times. It hits every single one of my buttons.

Steinway!verse by toomuchplor (Inception, Arthur/Eames)

Being a freshman piano performance major at a prestigious New England conservatory is difficult enough without landing the school's star baritone as your singer, and inevitably, your hopeless crush.

Written by the Victors by Cesperanza (SGA)

Caroll, Franklin R. Atlantis Revisited. New York and London, Routledge, 2011. Chapman, Denise. Several Kinds of Genius: The Life of Rodney McKay. NY: Harper Perennial, 2015. Croft, Rosalind. City of Spires: A Memoir. Toronto: The Mercury Press, 2009. Dugan, Paul. A Political History of Atlantis. Oxford: OUP, 2012. This changed fandom and me, and go read it, if you haven't. Also, Lim recced With six you get eggroll which was, uh, maybe why I finally watched Due South.

Behind closed doors: collected oral histories of queer community in New York, 1930-1945. doi 10.1999/journal.amhistqstud.32557038 by wobblyheadeddollcaper (Captain America, Bucky/Steve)

Steve Rogers, supersoldier and inept historian, confronts the absence of evidence. Those who know me, know why.

Drastically Redefining Protocol by rageprufrock (Merlin, Arthur/Merlin)

Honestly, another author I follow to the ends of the earth. I know Lim recced it to, so hopefully you go read it.

Noblesse Oblige by Alethia (Generation Kill, Brad/Nate)

This was not a normal day. This day existed to prove that hell was real and it came with musical accompaniment by will.i.am. On this day, Steve figured out how to get him out of the office and torment him at the same time by sending him to the godforsaken DNC where it was all 'we shall overcome,' oh-happy-day bullshit. Which merely justified Brad's hatred of the world and everyone in it. With a side of Worthy of Trust and Confidence because her Brad voice is just THAT GOOD.

I don't see how there won't be a second set of these at some point.

[slasher-key]

All I Wanted (Charlie Walker)

I’m back bitches!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pairing: Charlie Walker x GN!! Reader

Warnings: None a few curse words  

You and Charlie have been dating, well, fake dating for almost a month. At first it was just to make Kirby jealous. It worked for a while, but she got over it quickly. So why are you both still together?

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“Nothing beats the original Y/N, you cannot convince me that Friday the 13th 2009, is better than the original.” Charlie says, shoving a hand full of popcorn in his mouth. “I’m not trying to convince you, I’m just telling you that I prefer to watch that one because of Travis Van Winkle.” I reply, with a small laugh. Charlie and I have been doing horror movie nights since we were kids. Tonight we are watching the original Friday the 13th, and we have been arguing about the remake for half the movie already. “So you’re telling me you only like it for the guys?” Charlie asks “Well, no, but it is a plus, but I also like the Jason better, he’s scarier, faster, and he has better kills.” I reply. “Okay, fine I’ll give you that, but you can’t beat the original.” He says “whatever” I say, rolling my eyes at him. We go back to watching the movie and my mind drifts off.

I start to think about the past month, Charlie and I have been fake dating for about a month now. He asked me after a party where he found Kirby making out with some guy. It made him jealous, so he wanted to make her jealous. This lead him to buy all the snacks and pizza at our movie night, and ask me if I would help him make her jealous. We have been “together” for a month and Kirby hasn’t even blinked an eye toward him. But for some reason it feels very natural, it’s not awkward when he calls me pet names, or when he kisses me goodbye, even when he comes up behind me with his surprise hugs. It felt real sometimes, but then I have to remind myself that, it’s not. No matter how bad I want him.

“You okay love?” Charlie asks, I look over at him, and he has a concerned look on his face. “Yeah I’m fine, why do you ask?” I reply, trying my best to give off a weird vibe. “Well you didn’t do you usual rant about them killing off Kevin Bacon after his death scene, and you’ve barely touched any of the snacks I bought, I know how much you love your gummy worms,” He says. 

I didn’t reply. I couldn’t think of a lie fast enough. I can’t tell him I want to be his real girlfriend and not his fake one. Not only will it ruin what we have now, but he still likes Kirby. “Y/N just tell me what’s going on, I’m worried about you,” he says. whipping the few tears that fell from my eyes. I just want to yell at him and tell him “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU STUPID”. Charlie’s eyes go wide “wait what?” he says, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. “I didn’t mean to say that, Charlie I’m so sorry,” I say cutting him off. “No don’t be sorry, look at me and tell me what you meant, you don’t have to keep anything from me,” he says, lifting my chin with his finger to make me look at him. “Tell me Y/N” he says. here goes nothing.

“Well, I liked you for a long time when we were younger, but I didn’t want to mess up our friendship. Then we got to high school, and you had this huge crush on Kirby. So I wanted to help you so you could be happy, but now we’ve been doing this whole fake dating thing for almost a whole month, and I can’t take it anymore. It all feels so real, and I love it. But then I realize that it isn’t, and you’re not really mine. It’s all just for you to get with Kirby. So yeah my feeling are a little hurt, but it’s whatever as long as you get you happy ending with Kirby.” I ramble, I sound like a fucking idiot. But I needed to get that out. 

When I am done rambling, I look back at Charlie and he is smiling at me. “why are you smiling so hard?” I ask, confusion written on my face. “Okay, don’t kick my ass, but, the whole fake dating thing might or might not have been a way for me to get closer to you. yeah, at first I did have a small crush on Kirby. But the more we started hanging out and going on fake dates, and acting like a couple. The more I wanted it to be real, the more I wanted you to be mine. I will admit it was a dick move, but I didn’t know hot to tell you that I was madly in love with you, and I’m sorry.” Charlie rambles.

“So this whole time you were trying to get me to fall for you?” I ask “Pretty much, yes, I’m sorry I lied to you.” He replies. I could help myself, I grab Charlie’s face in my hands and pull him in for a kiss. A real one this time.

“So will you be my real girlfriend Y/N?” he says, when we pull away “Of course I will.” I say pulling him in for another kiss. 

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