#again not to be a buzzkill

[kitty-gray]

Wait a minute.

I don't think Ty ever learned to drive. Does this. Does this mean Kit would have to teach him on the road.

[cipherwifer]

FLORIDIAN PORTAL INCIDENT?? SPILL

LOOK KID I WAS GETTING DESPERATE, I HAD TO TRY THE PLACE WITH THE SECOND-HIGHEST WEIRDNESS CONCENTRATION IN THE STATES AT LEAST ONCE! LONG STORY THAT MAY OR MAY NOT INVOLVE A RAP BATTLE DEATH CULT, INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY LAW VIOLATIONS, AND A SECRET UNDERGROUND COLONY OF ALLIGATOR PEOPLE THAT LIVE IN THE DISNEY TUNNELS. LET’S JUST SAY THERE’S A LOT HIDDEN UNDER THE EPCOT BALL THAT THE MOUSE DOESN’T WANT YOU TO KNOW ABOUT

[grossdyke]

have never once thought about bellalily but lily breaking free of her "james' wife, hero's mother" role and overcompensating so hard by fucking the Worst Person she can find (bella) is so funny. bellatrix could see something in her maybe? something rotten. something useful. like. they wanted you to be perfect. here, you can be yourself.

a woman could never, when it comes to power-imbalance or patriarchal roles and/or violence, be worse than a man, which is why i tend to like bartylily a lot more in this type of scenario !! that’s the worst person lily could end up fucking if she wanted to rebel against her previous role as perfect wife and mother. and good for her !!! so bellalily in the context of fucking the worst person alive after having been married to james doesn’t make sense to me. a woman can’t be bad for her in the same way a man could

i suppose, maybe, if the rebelling was about rebelling against nuclear family values + heterosexuality. then yeah bella would be a good choice, representing everything james is not… but that’s just lesbisnism as salvation again.. <- my favorite trope. and if that’s the case i tend to prefer lily with either dyke reg, sybill or alecto.

and i suppose you could argue that yeah bella is evil and james is good so bella would be worse, but james (and men/patriarchal violence) still trumps both of them combined. bella is a follower of a man, lily is the wife of a man <- they’re both oppressed by a common enemy, both defenseless

[storytellering]

Hello (:

I just read your comment on some recent shipping war post and wanted to thank you for putting it into words so well. I've scratched the surface of that fandom recently but I don't think I will delve any deeper for this exact reason. Maybe I'm too old for this, but trying to hurt real people over fictional characters just seems unnecessary. I don't think there is any need to try to justify what I like (or anyone else likes) to anyone.

Well, coming here to shake your hand and say thank you, I saw your amazing art and spent a long time just scrolling. Wow! I am absolutely in love! Keep up the wonderful work. <3

Aah, thank you so much, and I'm glad my words resonated with you, anon!! I absolutely get the hesitation at getting actively involved in fandom communities nowadays given the wider sentiments, largely of younger kids that seem to be shaping up the current landscape. It shouldn't be that way, fandom should be just a place to have fun with like minded people, but unfortunately vitriol is very easy to find in today's internet. That said, don't let that keep you from lurking! Just block any asshole that sours the mood and keep doing you, and enjoying whatever it is you like.

[pentition]

Side note. I kind of wish Pathea treated its romance options evenly across the board. Their romances make up a large portion of peoples engagement with the games, so it's a bit frustrating when one gets less and one gets more.

(Spoilers mentioned below)

My Portia Builder went in blind on Aadit. Welp. After that fell apart, she married Antoine. Why? Because strangely enough he ended up the first bff my Builder had due to seeing one another daily. So best friend to romance just clicked post-Aadit fuckery. But the lack of attention given to Antoine bugs me to this day.

And Pen. Same thing. Which was weird, because I remember seeing he was listed in the EA as someone generating a lot of attention. So I thought we'd get more romance stuff with him. Thankfully, I can shamelessly plug the Pen's Marriage mod or Free Pen to help soothe my soul after getting wrecked back to back by Pathea. I'll never stop thanking the modding community for cooking so good with the Pen-related mods. (Please thank and give love to the creators, too!)

I understand the importance of generating hype and making romance options as goals on a Kickstarter tier. I just hope they grow out of the core romances vs not core romances. It could be argued people like Aadit and Pen should be core romances, due to the plot. The fact that they aren't is just, hrrm, okay. But can we at least get some of that money donated over to evening out all the romance options? Why does it have to be a game of favorites? I get it's easier for allocating funding but like. I've seen plenty of fans who didn't care about Logan, for instance. Or don't care about Amirah. I see fans who adore Catori's arc but they get little for it and it doesn't seem fair.

I just don't understand why funding to create equal content for the romance options isn't a priority, when the majority of engagement I see regarding the My Time series is about the romance options themselves.

[boxingcleverrr]

anyway as someone who actually does want to stay in touch if this place ever goes under (I'm not sure it ever will but yanno), I have many links and eventually my webbed site will be on there too.

[jewishraypalmer]

I run my libraries' IG page and I don't think I allowed to post any Ides of March memes and that hurts the most

[saintshigaraki]

reading house in the cerulean sea for book club and its rubbing me the wrong way in basically every way possible

[tiredtriedfailures]

Just listened to new drake song.

Kdot really gave him brain damage 😭😭😭

I JUST HEARD THE FIRST 15 SECONDS god it sucked asssssss. saw someone say Kendrick took away their bending like Aang, another said the Boogieman scared them both stupid lmao.

i mean surely its gotta be some sort of pr move, its better to show your ass and be laughed at than to be talked about seriously in the terms Kendrick did. its obvious for drake hes literally doing stupid shit to kill the predator talks. better to look like a clown than a sex offender-to-be. the tone is shifting to humor as if this was ever anything other than a serious case of a huge name whistleblowing on the entertainment industry. idk im watching it all feeling salty, wondering how itll age in the long term.

[onefey]

even better... give her a flintlock pistol like hyrule warriors??

it's tempting, but along the lines of what happens in phantom hourglass tetra loses most of her items when arriving in the ocean king's realm, and i don't think oshus would have a pistol readily available for her. and i think if she had her gun she'd probably just shoot the phantoms. and bellum. and probably linebeck if he got on her nerves.

i do love the fact that tetra is like. the only zelda character to Canonically Have A Gun though. like she's just out here, a twelve year old with a firearm

[what-if-i-dont-want-a-username]

I brought up a movie I used to watch a lot as a kid and my mom just went

“yeah you were my kid who would get so into one thing that you would have to learn everything about it and everyone that was involved in making it”

Like, cool glad I’m not like that anymore. Anyway, would you like me to go in depth about the design process of haunted mansion and the lead imagineers on it for the second time today, mother?

[mottemotte]

got a depression diagnosis today and this feels fitting

[clownpassing]

cool so one of the friends i'm on vacation with is starting to feel sick and i have to spend another 2.5 days w her

[hanasnx]

being spencer’s secret lowkey girlfriend who also happens to work at the FBI, but in a different unit. and there’s always talk about how hot you are and spencer always hears how much people want to fuck you.

and he just has to laugh to himself because at the end of the day he’s the one who gets to fuck you into the mattress every single night 🙂‍↕️🩷

OH, SHE’S SO HOT — s.reid

“ be my addiction, material girl / wrapped ‘round my finger like diamonds and pearls ” 🪽

MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ ✉️ | criminal minds. NOTES. thank god u said smthn anon ive been wanting to write about smthn like this. also im only on s1 so those are the characters i’ll be using. WARNINGS. fem reader ノ established relationship ノ everybody thirsting over you is currently single ノ suggestive material.

“she’s pretty.” jennifer relents with a shrug. her curiosity gets the better of her and she leans forward for a better glimpse of you. this isn’t your unit, but you’re paying a visit to hotch over at the far side of the room. “she’s really pretty.” she muses, her tone shifting to one of admission while she sizes you up. it’s not that you’re any kind of threat or unwelcome presence, but now the wheels in jj’s head are turning, “her and hotch aren’t… they couldn’t be…” SPENCER REID, who’s been sitting politely at his desk, perks his head up. he hadn’t seen you come in, but his pen raises and his lips part, all to claim you as someone he knows until he’s interrupted.

“girl like that? c’mon. at the very least he’s thinking about it.” derek chimes in, smoothly taking an open seat in one of the desk clumps to join the gossiping throng. spencer closes his mouth, pen dropping to his lap defeatedly. jj shifts in her position, having leaned her tailbone on the edge of the desk to cross her ankles smartly. now she needs a better angle to see you and aaron’s conversation. derek gestures to your back with his hand vaguely, addressing the group like he’s an expert in using his background in profiling for this specific strain of body language. spencer obediently follows the direction, furrowed brows landing on you as he cranes his neck to see you. “look at the way he’s standing. toes pointed towards her, making eye contact. he wants her.” derek scoffs, taking a long sip from his coffee as he studies you. it’s hard to tell from just the sliver of your face visible, but he’s seen enough of you to know you’re a catch. the genius starts to scratch his head.

“guys, hate to be the buzzkill, but can we get back on task?” elle interrupts just as jj was opening her mouth to continue scheming. “we don’t know anything about her. besides, hotch isn’t the kind of guy.”

“kind of guy to what?” jj clarifies with an impish tug to her lips, pivoting her head to cast elle a sly glance.

elle meets her gaze. “to get into a workplace relationship. he’s too professional for that.” she pinches her one shoulder in a shrug as she organizes a pile of files. spencer’s lips purse, mind racing at the prospect of being judged for unprofessionalism. it did occur to him there would be some scrutiny involved, which is why you and him have mostly been sneaking around thus far. still, it’s intimidating to have it laid out like this in front of him… and oddly thrilling. his fingers begin to fiddle with the pen in his lap. big, brown eyes glance from person to person as they lead the conversation, soaking in all the information like a sponge.

“he’s a guy.” derek once again imposes his theory, and says the statement like it’s definitive. even jj rolls her eyes. spencer clenches his jaw, tilting his head to himself as if it say, yes, that’s true. i fell for it, too.

“just because you haven’t been getting any doesn’t mean you get to go and make it everyone’s problem.” the blonde teases, straightening to her full height, heels clacking as she passes behind derek, giving him a healthy pat on his shoulder while he laughs sarcastically.

“ha. ha.” it’s a dry reply, one that leaves the group quiet for a second while penelope takes the recently departed’s place. “hey, garcia.”

“hey, what’re we talkin’ about?” she asks in that perky voice of hers, it’s only the throng’s hushed tones that bring her down to their level. she ducks her head symbolically. “sorry. didn’t know we were swapping secrets.”

elle may not act amused, yet she’s still participating. “they’re talking about hotch and the new girl.”

“tattletale.” derek taunts.

“grow up.”

“the new girl?” penelope confirms quizzically, twisting her face to match her dialogue as she scans her surroundings. it’s clear when she’s spotted you because her jaw drops, “oh, she’s hot.” once again she’s scolded by her colleagues shushing her, ducking down a second time with some exclamation about how weird they’re being. semi-hidden behind a desk’s partition, she goes for a second look. she doesn’t announce to everyone that you made hotch laugh. it’s a small kind of chuckle, a clear smile on his lips. it’s something spencer notices though, and he bows his head to avert his prying eyes. he doesn’t know hotch to joke around like that, and he doesn’t like the way it feels. instead, penelope points something else out, “she kind’a looks like spencer’s type, don’t you think?” her thumbs gestures to you lazily, and everyone looks at you through a new lens.

derek sets his sights on something to antagonize, “huh. awfully quiet there, reid.” he muses as he leans over, the flat of his hand batting spencer’s shoulder to get his attention. “what d’you think of her?” he asks coolly, sinking back into the chair while he sets his ankle up on his knee.

“hm?” spencer responds as if he hasn’t been listening, pulling the pen from between his lips. he meets derek’s gaze over the coffee cup, and all derek does is point and nod towards you discretely. spencer obliges now that he’s been asked directly. “oh, um…” he takes his time. “i dunno, she’s… i dunno.” brown eyes drool down like molasses, from your hair, to your smart outfit, to the seams from your pantyhose at the backs of your calves, to your black heels. you know he loves that. he’s broken through a couple pairs of those tights because he just couldn’t wait. “she’s… you know…”

the speechlessness causes a small eruption behind him, the group swapping expressions and silent conversations about his reaction. the spencer they know would start talking about the quality of fabric you’re wearing, the history of it and how—fun fact—it started some war in some country that doesn’t exist anymore. any useless knowledge he could spit out because his brain is a computer. they don’t get a chance to break the silence, you and hotch split. hotch begins his ascent to their desk clump and you pass by. everyone averts their eyes, everyone but spencer. you’re not shy either. you hold his eye contact, you even give him a small knowing smile, and a deliberate nod. derek’s jaw seems to unhinge witnessing such an obvious bid. spencer glances back at everyone, “now, guys—now, now—“ he stutters out, trying to fit words in with innocent gestures and a nervous grin. derek’s hand clamps on his shoulder and jostles him in some kind of show of manly camaraderie.

“dr. reid, you dog!”

“she was totally looking at you, spencer!”

“oh, my god.” derek, penelope, and elle respectively all give their input just as hotch approaches.

“what’s this about?” he asks, brows knit together at such an unusual display. spencer can’t seem to answer that either, shoulders stuck in a shrug and mouth open to make some case that never gets made.

@HANASNX 2025 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.

[ace-scientist]

Yeah it does matter because (1) anti-intellectualism disguised as anti-elitism isn't cool, and it's particularly frustrating to see this deployed against the social sciences and humanities (where expertise and precision aren't seen as legitimate) and (2) hieroglyphics are a type of writing system, and we owe it to other languages/cultures to treat them as a formal writing system, not as just a fun meme. (I don't think this was the commenter's intention, but this is an implication of their perspective.)

"chat is a pronoun" has officially joined my list of internet linguistics pet peeves. "emojis are hieroglyphs" is welcoming them to the club.

[sainns]

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IN WHICH ❕️ㅤ heeseung missed you a LOT.

ㅤ❔️ ㅤ LEE HEESEUNG — fem ! r ㅤ✶ㅤ fluff very suggestive est relationship 【 427 】

🦷𓈒 hai enchella freed me from my writer's block shackles. for @yuons & @bywons

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your lips are swollen, you're out of breath, and heeseung is hovering above you, waiting not-so-patiently for you to begin breathing normally again.

"fuck," he whispers, thumb pressing against your bottom lip, "i missed you, you know?"

"missed me or missed kissing me?"

he leans in again, taking your response as a sign that you'll be able to continue your makeout. heeseung presses his lips against yours, swiping his tongue across your bottom lip, looking for access. you immediately give in, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as you press your body against his.

pulling away briefly, he replies, "can i say both?"

you don't bother giving him a response, instead you pull him back into you, sighing into the kiss.

it's been weeks since you last saw him, since you last felt his skin on yours, and you missed it. you missed everything about him, but honestly the only thing you can think about right now is his touch.

as soon as he got back from his trip, he pushed you inside your bedroom, not even giving you a chance to greet him before he started pushing his tongue into your mouth.

not that you were complaining.

heeseung leaves your lips, pressing wet kisses down your throat, stopping to suck at your skin. you feel him smile when you involuntarily whine.

"you're so pretty," he nips at your skin, licking the spot, "i love you so much, can't believe i couldn't see you for two weeks."

"you're the one who–" you interrupt yourself with a soft moan, "heeseung, you're the one who decided to go on the trip."

he pulls away, a pout on his face, "yeah, but i missed you the whole time."

giggling, "i missed you too," you peck his lips, "but—i'm hungry."

"you can eat me."

"you're gross," you tug his hair gently, "i want actual food."

he kisses you again, squeezing your waist, "buzzkill. fine, i'll order us something."

he pauses for a moment, staring at you. he stares for so long that you feel your face heating up and you have to turn away from his intense eye contact.

"god, i missed you so fucking much, i might have separation anxiety," he kisses you one last time before he finally pulls away, looking for his phone that he had absent-mindedly threw onto your bed an hour beforehand.

you watch him silently, a soft smile on your face as you watch him order exactly what you were craving—you didn't even have to tell him, he just knew.

"i missed you too, hee."