#Like there’s absolutely no other explanation

[luvlystarr]

·········♡········· Prompt: The moment the 141 guys realized they're in love with you. Content: Fluff! (This was all rushed so don't expect it to be the best lol) ························

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick - In all honesty, Kyle has probably been interested since the day you two met. But when he decided to bring you along to his cousin’s birthday party, that's when it fully clicked in his mind. At first he just thought it would be a good idea to get you introduced to his family, you were his close friend after all. It just so happened that his nieces and nephews were there and as soon as they met you they were instantly hooked. Kyle never knew you were so good with kids and just people in general. His nieces and nephews kept playing with you, while his other relatives genuinely enjoyed chatting with you. The exact moment he realized he loves you was when one of his nieces asked you, “Do you like Uncle Kyle?” To which you responded, “Yeah, he’s a very special person to me. I like him a lot.” Of course you had to say those words with that warm, kind smile of yours, it got Kyle melting on the spot. Unbeknownst to you, he heard every single word and has been absolutely lovestruck since then.

John 'Soap' MacTavish - It was quite an odd moment. The moment he knew was when you two were up late at night watching every single Harry Potter movie out there. At some point, about halfway through the third movie, you just started rambling about the characters and story of the whole franchise, even covering little details about the books. Johnny didn’t even know why or how his mind began to think that way, but he just found it so attractive. Even to this day he doesn’t understand why you geeking out about the Harry Potter franchise was so captivating. Maybe it was the way you looked so focused, or how the tv was illuminating your features perfectly, probably your angelic voice too. Either way, he can’t stop thinking about you and he uses every chance he gets to get you talking about any of your interests.   

John Price - He would probably never admit this but the moment he knew he’s in love was when the two of you were fighting. Both of you had a tiny disagreement on something but it ended up growing into a heated argument. For almost half an hour straight, you two just kept going back and forth, gradually raising each other’s voice and becoming more irritated. By the end it got so bad that you slammed your hands on the table and got snappy at John, yelling strings of insults at him. He should be just as angry, but no. In that moment he could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat. How could he get mad if you looked so cute with your pouty lips, furrowed eyebrows and crossed arms? He mistakenly let out a small chuckle at your attempt to be intimidating but he was met with a slap on his face. At that moment he knew that the only reasonable explanation why he felt that way was because he was head over heels.

Simon 'Ghost' Riley - You were the first person he actually got close with. Sure, he has Johnny and he's an amazing friend, but the bond he had with you was unlike any other. The two of you found solace in one another and always had each other's back. The night he knew it was true love was when you drove all the way to his house after a terrible day. You were sobbing endlessly as you rambled on and on about how crappy your boss is as he intently listened, even rubbing your back while handing you a cup of tea. After comforting you, he insisted that you stay for the night. He let you wear one of his hoodies and even let you sleep in his bed. You were hesitant at first but quickly gave in with how insisting he is. He remembered watching you sleep peacefully, all huddled up beneath the blanket. He had to admit, you looked adorable wearing his hoodie with that calm look on your face. That's when it dawned on him just how much he loves you. ········································································

[yumeaoka-chan]

Accusations! False accusations!

Pairing: Hobie Brown x Reader/ Spider Punk x Reader

Word Count: 1.2k

Tags: fluff, confused Hobie, offended Hobie, loser! Hobie, lovesick hobie, confused Miles, confused R (everyone's confused, but it's okay), title from that Rick Ross meme, R is AFAB, no physical description of R, cursing, sparse use of y/n (just once)

Summary: Hobie learns he has a whole reputation that he doesn't even recall gaining. 

A/N: A little drabble based off the ask that 😅 anon sent to @the-kr8tor . Loser! Hobie is my new religion😇💕💕

Furrowing his eyebrows and moving his cup from his lips, Hobie gazes at the younger Spider with growing concern. He scratches behind his ear, fingers fiddling with his piercings. He'd heard that wrong, right? Surely he had, because there was no way Miles had really come over for advice on girls. When the younger had asked to come over to his dimension yesterday, he'd thought that he just wanted to hang out. Maybe jam to some music while they ordered a pizza or something. Not… this.

“Stop looking at me like I'm crazy”, Miles huffs as he leans back against his chair, frowning at the confused look on the elder's face. ”I came to you for advice because you're the only one of us who's been around.”

“Wha’ are you talkin’ ‘bout? Been ‘round where?” The younger chuckles and shakes his head, as if Hobie has just told him some funny joke.

“Bro, stop playin’. I already know everything.” Hobie blinks at him, eyebrow raised in question. Or confusion. Definitely confusion. Miles narrows his eyes and waves his hand in the air.

“Come on, man. You know what I mean.” Hobie just stares at him, clearly waiting for an explanation. He has not the faintest idea about what the younger Spider is talking about.

“You know! How you've messed around with every type of girl before you settled down with Y/N! You've been around, man, so you must know how to get a girl's attention.”

“...HUH?!” Hobie's jaw drops open in shock of Miles' words, eyebrows raised so high that they practically reach his hairline. Because, why would the younger think that of him? Hobie just gapes at him in astonishment, little noises of disbelief leaving his lips as he tries to come to terms with the conception of him that Miles has in his head.

“Um… You alright, man? Hello…?”, Miles mumbles as he waves a hand across the punk's stunned face. Shaking his head, Hobie places his hands on his chest as though he'd been offended.

“W-Why would you think that?! Who told you that”, he questions, voice cracking and growing a bit higher in pitch with how flabbergasted he was. Miles blinks at the man before letting out an awkward chuckle, raising up a hand in a placating manner.

“What's with the surprised look? Everyone at the Society says you used to be a player.”

“I was not! ‘M very much a mess! I have no game!” And it's the truth. Hobie has always been unsuccessful in romance ever since he first discovered that he could have romantic feelings for others, way back in secondary school when he was a year eight. Any time he did harbor feelings for someone, he'd always become a stuttering mess who could only talk to his crush in the form of song lyrics. Not even good songs, at that. It's safe to say that he was the weird kid that absolutely nobody wanted to have him have a crush on them. As if him having a crush meant he was giving them cooties. Kids could be so mean.

“If you have no game, then how did you bag your girlfriend?” Miles asks curiously, munching on his fries while he watches Hobie nervously fiddle with the ring on his finger. It matched the one that you wore, silver glinting in the light. Hobie scoffs and shakes his head.

“Beats me. ‘M just a sad sod who told her fun facts about her favorite singer when we first met. I guess she liked how I was sweatin’ bullets or somethin’, cause ‘ere I am.” That makes the younger of the two pause, eyebrows twisting up and eyes squinting slightly like he can't believe what he just heard. Which Hobie finds odd because it's nothing but the truth.

The day you two met, Hobie had bumped into you on the street. It wasn't his first time seeing you walk down this particular street, but it had been his first time ever accidently making you fall on your ass with your Walkman clattering onto the pavement. The cassette tape had fell out and when Hobie went to help you up and pick up your stuff, he'd seen the artist you were listening to. And, of course, with him being the music loving nerd he was, he couldn't help the facts from spilling from his trembling lips. Sweat beading at his forehead and warmth rushing to the tips of his ears at the sweet smile you'd bestowed him with. And when you slipped your number into his clammy palm, he'd swore his knees went weak. He had very much been and still was a goner when it came to you.

“So… What you're telling me is that you have absolutely zero advice for getting a girl's attention?”

“None whatsoever. Can't believe some bloke actually thought I get girls… Lovie's the only one f'me.”

The sound of the door to the houseboat opening makes him whip his head over, heart beating wildly in his chest at the sight of you. With a sigh, you place your grocery bags down on the counter before letting out a small yelp at suddenly being pulled into a tight embrace. A chuckle leaves your lips as you pat Hobie's back, warmth blossoming in your chest as he rains kisses on your face.

“I was only gone for a little bit, Hobes. Are you that happy to see me?” You hum as you lean back to peer up at him, melting at the adoration shining in his pretty brown eyes. He gives you that dopey, lopsided grin that you love so much before brushing his lips against yours in a featherlight kiss.

“Course I am. ‘M always happy to see you, lovie”, he mumbles softly against your lips, ears flushing just a bit. Always so whipped for you and only you. You smile as you lean in to kiss him again, only to break away at the sound of Miles chuckling. You raise an eyebrow at him as you peer over Hobie's shoulder, not expecting the young Spider to be here.

“Hey, Miles. How have you been?” You greet him as you pull away from your boyfriend's embrace, the punk pouting at the lack of attention. He wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder.

“I've been doing good. Just came over to talk a bit with Hobie”, the younger says as he gets up from his chair, a hint of mirth in his eyes as he looks on at how Hobie clings to you. “The rumors really were wrong, then.”

“Rumors? What rumors?” You turn your head to look at Hobie for an explanation, but he just shakes his head.

“Stupid stuff, sweetheart. Don't worry ‘bout it.” Clicking your tongue at his words, you look over to Miles. The kid shrugs and stuffs his hands in his hoodie, claiming that he has to go back home to finish up some homework. After seeing Miles off, you turn to face Hobie, his arms still wrapped around you. His eyes sparkle as he gazes down at you, like you hung the very stars or was the cause of a sunny day. Placing another sweet kiss on his lips, you smile at the feeling of him practically turning to mush against you. It wasn't like you couldn't get the full story about the rumors from your boyfriend later. For now, you were content to give him all the smooches he deserved.

[miz-staike]

I haven’t seen anyone talk about it much but I gotta talk about the Tarot in ep 7 for a bit SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

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I Love the way they handled tarot throughout the show with even the other witches being skeptical at times about its validity. Agatha mentions several time that it’s entirely subjective and bends to the whim of interpretation (a criticism of tarot that exists among real witches as well). The thing I love though is that the show runners made sure that even when lilia is approaching her trial incorrectly, she still provides a solid and well explained reading for Teen. She reads Teen as the magician (Immense mystical power) with him missing the sun (joy, abundance, or in this case reunion). The reading itself isn’t wrong but the querent is according to the trial.

Here’s where things get interesting. Lilia realizes she is supposed to be the subject and starts over. When she begins pulling again she gives explanations for each card save one. With each cards she give a meaning and a person to go with it. She is the queen of cups and gives simple phrases to explain the card, Agatha the three of swords, Jen is the high priestess, and so on.

Then we get to the final card Death, with the revelation that Rio Vidal is the literal embodiment of death, with no further explanation of what death means in tarot. I think this is intentionally not stated explicitly because it mirrors the theme of the entire episode. Idk if this is a common consensus among tarot readers, but I remember learning a long time ago that tarot can’t/won’t predict literal death. It can absolutely divine the things surrounding death (I.e. grief, loss, loneliness) but the death card does not mean actual death. In tarot the Death card can be summarized to mean swift change and new beginnings. And what do we see and the end of the episode? Lilia turns the room upside down, kills the Salem seven, and we see the trail hourglass turn upside down too (cough cough symbolism). Lilia begins again with her first lesson ready to experience everything again, out of order again, but this time ready to be the traveler. Ready to be the observer like her mentor had talked about. She was falling. She will fall. And that swift change brought her to a new beginning.

Thank you for reading, I’ll now step down from my soapbox. 💜

[k-ru-h]

god i absolutely agree with everything you said SO MUCH. going back to garashir analysis lmao, i think a major reason why their dynamic works so well is because of how ultimately similar they are. one of them is dramatic, outwardly confident but deeply insecure, really proud of their skills, extremely passionate about their hobbies, hiding a giant secret that could ruin their lives if revealed and the other is uhhhhh. exactly that lmao.

the fun thing about star trek is that the "autistic people like it" stereotype is fully justified, because by fucking god, i can't think of a franchise with a higher percent of autistic coded characters. the reason garak knows when to stop pushing julian best is because julian knows when to stop pushing garak too - the only time he actively puts his foot down and demands explanations of his trauma from garak is in the wire, where its literally a life or death situation - and even then he only demands explanations about the implant itself, and lets garak be as avoidant as he wants otherwise.

i feel like julians trauma had no real way to heal outside of this dynamic tho - as you said, nobody else on the ship is available to fill that role. especially considering how censors tried to minimize his screentime with garak by the end. he couldnt have talked to a therapist before being revealed as augmented, and he couldnt have talked to the therapist afterwards because he was desperately trying to sleep with them, lmao. this gets into the weird forced dynamic with him and ezri but by god i cannot get into that today lmao.

either way i think the little spinoff series sidding and andy made are exactly what we needed because they show a healthy and happy julian. yay

Julian Bashir walks a very fine, maddening line between “self-loathing imposter syndrome who knows almost everyone who speaks to him for more than a minute finds him insufferable” and “incredibly self assured and annoyingly arrogant to the point of a minor god complex”.

He knows he’s attractive, he thinks he’s charming as all hell, he knows he’s the smartest person in the room (while also being acutely aware he’s going to put his foot in his mouth any second now), and he just swings wildly between “I don’t deserve anything I have, none of this is mine, my life is not my own, I am a monster” and “HELL YEAH LOOK HOW COOL AND SMART I AM GUYS ARE YOU LOOKING ARE YOU LOOKING”.

And then there’s episodes that reveal that underneath that annoying arrogance, at the very core of who he is, he really, really just wants to help people, and if he fucks that up he WILL take it personally and hold himself responsible even if there’s no way he could have known and like. Can you imagine what his first patient death was like for him. Can you imagine what a fucking nightmare his brain must be 24/7.

He is somehow as inherently self assured as he is in need of constant validation for his ego because you can SEE him break a little when that ego fails him, even a little, and it’s just.

He’s very fun to write. I hate him. (I love him so much, but oh my god.)

[olderthannetfic]

I know the "underage sex" archive warning change will be (and already is) the subject of pretty much all the wank about this update, but I just want to take a moment to appreciate Appendix A too. I'm an acafan currently reworking my fandom history course, and I put that on my syllabus before I'd even finished reading it lol. I found it a really useful explanation of the logistical issues inherent in managing a huge, global archive. And I'd never heard of the fic language settings issue before, but it's an instructive example that I'll absolutely be using going forward. I'll still have to wait a bit for more people to see the update and share their thoughts on what they think of this as part of the response to the end racism in the otw campaign, but I certainly think they made the right choice about the archive warnings, and gave a well-explained list of reasons that it would not work. I'm curious what other people think about this part of the update, since it seems like that evaluation and the harassment clarifications were a major part of the force behind this overhaul

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[livesworthlivingau]

Memory of a Kiss

The first of a series I'm calling 'Memories Of' which show a moment from Siffrin's original 30 years post game. Though as you can see here, they won't all be from his POV~

CW: Suicide, Blood, Strangling.

|It's been 2 months since everything went down back at the house of change, and Sif had been a lot more emotionally stable as of late. You've been wanting to give them space and not pester them about your feelings for them, but now they're starting to show signs of expecting it. Still, you want to make sure it's something special, so you've been planning a special date to finally begin your relationship together.|

"Alright everyone, wish me luck!" |You say with a light blush before everyone cheers you out the door of Bonnie and Nille's place. With a bouquet of flowers in one hand, and a wrapped up, fresh pain au chocolat from Bonnie in the other, you set out to the docks where Sif said they'd be hanging out today.|

|Finally, you spot their familiar darkless cloaked and hatted form laying down at the end of the dock.|

"Sif! Siffrin!" |You call out eagerly, but they don't move. They must have taken a nap by the sea, just like them to pass out in the strangest of places... but despite the reasonable explanation, you can't help but get a sinking feeling deep in your gut...|

"He's fine, totally fine, just napping." |You beg, plead, pray calmly tell yourself, walking up closer and kneeling behind them, laying on their side. You lightly grab his shoulder and give it a little shake.|

"Hey, Siffy, Siffarooni, wake u-" |Their form falls towards you onto his back, limp and lifeless, lightless fluid soaking into a large pool in front of them from their carved wrists... Your heart stops, your body freezes, you just stare in absolute horror, taking in the soft, relieved smile on their face.|

"S... Sif..." |You whisper out, as if a wish to the universe, to take it back, to reveal it's fake, to loop back so you could stop this. You slowly pull his cold corpse close to your body, hugging it as tight as you could, lightly rocking back and forth as your brain won't let you fully process what you've seen.|

"It's okay Sif... I'm here... I won't let go..." |You whisper as tears silently flow down your face. You continue rocking back and forth, holding them tight as their blood soaks into your clothing.|

"... Isaa..." |Your eyes widen as you hear their raspy voice, quickly pulling them back to look at their face|

"SIF?!" |Their still limp form dangles in front of you for a moment, before it suddenly lunges to life, grabbing your throat. His eye is pure darkless and empty, staring into your very soul.|

"Why weren't you strong enough?... Why couldn't you help me?..." |You choke out a gasp, gripping at his arms and trying to pry them off of you, but it was no use. He continued to squeeze your neck tighter and tighter, his lifeless expression turning to that of anger.|

"WHY COULDN'T YOU HELP ME?!" |He shouts, clenching even tighter. Just before you'd feel a snap, you suddenly jolt awake, sitting up instantly in bed and gripping at your throat. You pant out heavily, slowly coming to your senses as you realize you're still in bed, it was just a horrid nightmare...|

"Sif... Sif, you awake?" |You ask to your side, reaching a hand over, only to find the bed empty... You try to stop yourself from panicking. You try to take a few deep breaths like Sif does... You... You... You have to find him!|

"SIFFRIN!!" |You shout as you practically faceplant from how frantically you rushed out of bed. You dart for the door and yank it out, quickly rushing through the house for the front door, you have to find him, you have to find him before it happens, you have to find him now!!|

"Isa?!" |You skid to a stop just before the door, looking to your right to see Sif and Nille sitting at the kitchen table, having a cup of Coffee together. You quickly shift your face to a bright, eager smile as you realize what's going on.|

"Sif! Couldn't sleep, huh?" |You ask casually, nervous drops of sweat trickling down your face. Nille gives a slight snort at that.|

"Smooth, big guy~." |She teases before sipping at her coffee.|

"... I'm sorry, Isa, I just couldn't sleep well, I didn't mean to worry you." |They tug their hat down a bit, trying to hide under it like usual. You really stepped in it this time.|

"No, Sif, you didn't do anything wrong, I just... I had a bad dream is all, made me worry about you, it's stupid." |You try to lighten the mood, though your freak out a moment ago made it pretty obvious you're lying.|

"I'll give you two some alone time." |Nille says, getting up from the table and leaving her seat open for you. She pats your shoulder as she walks past and whispers.| "You got this Za~."

|You sit down with a heavy sigh, rubbing the back of your head.| "You sure you're doing okay, Sif? You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"I-I know! I am! Much better at least... I just... You haven't really talked about 'us' in a while, a-and I was getting worried that you might not feel the same anymore... I was talking to Nille about it and she said you were planning something really big and special..." |You carefully study their face to see how they feel about that, and they seem... disappointed?|

"Is that... bad?"

"N-No! Not... exactly? I just... I don't need anything fancy like that." |They put their hand on the table, inviting you to take it, which you quickly do in a snug yet careful grasp.| "I just need you..."

"R-Really?" |You start to feel your own face heating up quite a bit.|

"Of course... D-Do you remember... what we talked about? A-At the top of the house?..." |You remember talking about a lot of stuff up there, but once they make that familiar face, you know exactly what they're referring to.|

"I remember there being mention of practicing a certain activity... If that's what you might be referring to!" |They give a little nod in response. He slowly gets out of his chair to walk closer, standing nervously beside you and waiting. You take the hint and gently take him into your lap.|

|He closes his eye, and you close yours, leaning in close to press your lips to his. The warmth of your bodies pressed together, the little spark in your heart, the light parting of your lips. The moment was absolutely perfect, just as you wished it would be.|

This was actually concocted for a trade with @eldritch-araneae who specifically requested that sweet, sweet Isa angst~ I sure how I did it justice! Hope y'all enjoyed~!

[darcytaylor]

I saw someone use occams razor to come to the conclusion that N is with JD and that L is with A. I think that it's a logical approach when speculating on things and now I have lost all hope in a lot of the theories. It makes me sad.

Applying Occam's Razor to relationships and dynamics that are already complicated doesn’t really work, especially with people (at least that is what I think). It can seem like it makes things clearer, but I think it can end up oversimplifying or misrepresenting what’s going on. Human connections are rarely that straightforward, especially in the public eye, where even the smallest interaction can be blown up and turned into something else entirely.

Do I think it makes sense in this situation that Nicola could be with JD and Luke could be with Antonia? Absolutely! But I also realize that I don’t know them, and people are more complicated than the simplest answer. (If you’ve read my post about my childhood, you’d understand a bit more why I can’t get behind Occam’s Razor when it comes to people.)

It’s totally understandable that people want to use logic to find patterns (I love logic and I love patterns), but when speculation becomes too simplistic - like jumping to conclusions based on a few moments - it misses the messier, more complex side of relationships. People are layered, and their connections don’t always fit neatly into a “logical” or "simple" box. So yeah, using Occam's Razor like this can be frustrating when they ignore all the nuances. Also, I'm pretty sure that when using Occam's Razor, just because you use the simplest explanation, doesn't invalidate all of the other ones. I think in this situation it's used incorrectly.

Relationships don’t really fit into the framework of a "model" in the way that scientific theories or explanations do - where Occam's Razor would work best. Occam's Razor suggests, when we have competing explanations, we should prefer the simplest one. But I think relationships are too complex for this approach to work effectively. Human interactions are layered with emotional, social, and psychological factors that don’t reduce neatly to "simplest" or "most probable." And then without knowing the individuals involved, our understanding is already compromised by layers of speculation and assumption.

At least you’re staying cautious and keeping an open mind. That shows you’re thinking critically, but not everything needs to fit the most “logical” or "simplest" narrative to be true.

[wyattjohnston]

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[downinsomanyfandoms]

Rewatching dark power again because I only have one (1) braincell and very, very normal about Tsubasa. But like, Tsubasa at that episode had hit rock bottom, he had gone missing for 5-6 days, he’s starved and dehydrated and powerless and hopeless because in his mind eye he no longer has anymore worth to his friends and not even to himself after the spectacle that is team battle. Heck there’s even hint that he wasn’t fully unconscious when Ryo announced that he will be booted from the team and that he heard everything single thing, including how his teammate tried to fight by and keep someone as “worthless” as him. The only matter left was to find strength and enjoyment/drive to keep moving, which the Dark Power completely took advantage of. Yet somehow, in some way, Ryuuga was still able to ferry him back all the way across Italy and back to the team anyway

My headcanon is that Ryuuga gave him a full on physical therapy session including beating the dark!Tsubasa to calm down, feeding and giving him water, in no particular order. Because there’s no way Tsubasa, with how Dark Power - something that feed on negative energy and was planning to make a meal out of Julian only to got interrupted and now has to feed on Tsubasa himself AGAIN - can have any more strength to even walk after that night. Like I know human in that verse is strong but not that strong. Even Ryuuga got knocked out when Dark Power/L-Drago feasted on him

[notbecauseofvictories]

just came off my shift as an election judge and I honestly think we should make people do this. I support abolishing the draft, and I even think that jury duty can get complicated, but everyone in the country should be forced to learn about election procedure, then have to sit around for 14 hours and practice being customer service for democracy. I think that would fix us.

[khruschevshoe]

Sometimes I just glance at the Supernatural tag and see some quote or line from the show or gif that makes me go "oh, y’all got BAITED queerbaited, didn't you?" Like the level of psychic damage is somehow above and beyond the queerbaiting in Sherlock, which I didn't think was POSSIBLE

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

So imagine this. The team is gathered together trying to theorize who Medic's former wife could be, and Medic drops an absolute bomb of a hint to them by saying "you've all already met my wife actually"- which leaves the mercs flabbergasted and floundering, trying to remember who tf it might be. Plot twist, it's Heavy, and he's just one of those transmascs with the "baby face little fella" to "Kratos" transition phenomenon

[bookshelf-in-progress]

No matter how many times it happens, I'm always shocked by how reliably all my problems with any given story are solved by making it shorter. If I go into a story with the idea that it'll be long, that I should use as much detail as I want to craft a full-length and fully-fleshed-out story instead of a short one, it always turns into this rambling, meandering, soulless thing that's no fun to read, and I get tangled up in so many flimsy, sprawling layers of character and worldbuilding that the plot becomes unworkable.

The minute I tell myself, "Let's make this as short as possible," the problems fall away, I find the heart of the story again, the pacing is brisk, scenes get multiple purposes, the world feels deeper because I'm implying things that spark the reader's imagination rather than trying to put every threadbare, boring detail on the page. Every time. You'd think I'd have learned by now.

[haeva]

So Spencer hides how sad he truly is about Derek leaving from the rest of the team because they wouldn't understand? That's not so 'hetersexual man totally not in love with his best friend' of him.

[deimosatellite]

devils by dostoevsky is actually the toxic yaoi of all time

[skeletalheartattack]

...am I just losing my mind or did yer icon become evil? I don't remember that BeAst behind Boe

yuuuump always been behind me