#and Morgan's there too. I guess

[andromeddog]

a man and a horsey

[ahbogman]

how small you are for such a great destiny

[lululovesprongs]

ok so imagine a tua ✨infinity war au✨ and the siblings are like 13 when the whole thing with Thanos happens

so they’re just chilling when Reginald randomly turns into dust and Luther is like sad and stuff, but Klaus does a little dance to celebrate and they all just don’t care that much about it

diego’s all like “omg does this mean i get to use my knives how i want to now?” and he’s got a crazy glint on his eyes, so everyone just takes a cautious step back

ben just sighs in relief because he finally doesn’t have to use the monster inside him anymore and does this mean it’s all over? can he just be normal now?

poor vanya is very confused, so she turns to look at Five for comfort and just gasps. very loudly

they all turn to look at her when they notice the look on Five’s face and how his hand is slowly turning into dust

everyone is totally panicking now and klaus is pretty sure he’s going to cry if he has to see Five as a ghost from now on

but they can’t do anything, so they end up having to just watch as Five bites the dust and disappears

sO, fast forwards a little bit and somehow the siblings (minus Five) end up with the Avengers bc “they’re children, guys, and look at their tiny faces, and why are they so sad >:(” (Tony Stark, probably)

Tony ends up kind of adopting them bc Klaus and Ben’s banter reminds him of Peter, and so does Luther’s weird super strength and puppy eyes, and Allison’s fierce determination and the way Vanya is just so shy but also incredibly sassy—

so yeah, they might remind him of his kid, Pepper, who cares anyways

they come to live with him and Pepper after Thor kills Thanos and try to move on

after 5 years all that mess in endgame happens (except no Professor Hulk or Nat and Tony dying and no Steve leaving because i said so👹… but yes to whatever Scott Lang does bc i love him)

sO, everyone is nervous and Luther and Diego are fighting so Allison just yells at them to shut up and sneaks them into the battlefield against Thanos without Tony and the others knowing

(vanya is now well aware of her powers btw and she’s awesome out there)

so, they fight and there’s a time when Klaus is spotted by Tony (he’s livid but Klaus is saved from an unpleasant confrontation by a random alien attacking Tony. Thanks alien!) so they keep fighting

and then pORTALS show up dramatically because Strange loves an entrance, obviously

and boom, Five is there, looking no older than when he disappeared

the siblings are shook and all run to hug him and it’s all very emotional and weird because they’re in the middle of a battlefield with aliens, and also Five is so confused??? like, why are his siblings giants and why is there a giant purple grape over there?!

Klaus realises they have a tiny little baby bro now and laughs, only to almost be attacked by said feral baby bro with a dagger he stole from Loki (Five is thankfully stopped from killing Klaus by Luther)

anyways, they fight and Tennis the purple grape loses because he sucks (Nebula kills him because i said so👹👹)

and now the Hargreeves are all happy and reunited, as is everyone else — incLUDING THOR BECAUSE LOKI IS THERE OKAY

except Five is pissed his siblings are now 5 years older bc he was the one who appeared older bc he was smart, dammit. they’re messing up his reputation :(

but he’s also happy because they’re finally together again (even though it’s been like 5 days for him cause he was in thE SOUL STONE with the others, plot twist)

(this absolutely means Peter and Five are best friends now. Peter is the overexcited puppy and Five is the emotionally constipated one… wait, are they just Thor and Loki?)

anYWAYS that happens and now Five is the littlest baby Hargreeves (a nickname given by Klaus, obviously), which he hates but loves because it’s his family, but he’s never telling them that

[tea-stained-tabby]

gently holding my blorbos in my hands like a sick kitten

[irondadfics]

i think the falling through the ice ft jealous morgan is a whole genre of its own with how many people have submitted it lol

Dude right?? Hahah

[terrainofheartfelt]

The Pretentious Orchestra AU that nobody asked for, A Moodboard

In which Blair is a conductor, and Dan is her company-assigned rehearsal pianist. Hostile colleagues to friends to lovers.

Part I: nearer and farther than they | Rated T | Read on ao3

Part II: intermezzo: my mind sees songs | Rated E | Read on ao3

Part III: postlude: purple-pink skies | Rated E | Read on ao3

sources: (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x) (x)

[mxrisacoulter]

[prairiemule]

I think he went through most possible emotions in that moment after being woken up

[katniss-evermeme]

Am I the only one who feels like Loki and Black Widow are coming out a little too late?  Maybe it’s just because I kind of became aloof towards Marvel when Age of Ultron came out, but these were things that the fans were asking for back in 2012 when everyone was writing their found family “Thor eating poptarts while Clint hides in the airvents” fics and we’re just now getting them nearly a decade later.  It kind of feels like Marvel never intended to make anything Loki or Natasha-centric, but now they have to win back the old fans after so many people were disappointed by Endgame.  I’m still going to watch Black Widow since I’ve been waiting for it for so long, but it just feels kind of jarring.  

[electricxmayhem]

girlboss slander ❤️

images under the cut ✌🏻

[masterwords]

On the Shore of Memory

Notes: So I guess I asked for Hotchreid prompts earlier and @olivinesea offered me a gardening accident and all of a sudden I've had a beer and pumped out almost 3.2k words of pure Hotch whumpy gardening domestic fluff. So, hey, here it is.

**

“Please do not feel like you need to actually finish our garden, Aaron,” Savannah said soft and stern, Hank squirming in her arms as she walked him to the car. Morgan was already waiting in the driver seat, adjusting where he sat, the music, the temperature. She'd shown them the plans when Hotch inquired, pointed out the mound of dirt and the waiting rose and peony bushes, the cinder blocks half finished and Morgan's detailed blueprints. At first he'd only seemed curious, but by the end she'd pieced together that he intended to finish the work while they were away. It wouldn't bother her to come home to a finished garden, she'd wanted to pay someone to build it but Morgan had insisted they could do it, completely disregarding the very small issue of having a rambunctious toddler who insisted on having his parents' undivided attention and didn't care much about whether a garden bed was built in his yard. Now if it had been a swing set or a slide, he might feel differently, but this was a garden and it just meant another area of the yard that he wouldn't be able to play in so his indifference had given way to outward displays of hostility.

“I don't get to garden anymore,” Hotch said and his features were solemn, it was just a flash before he covered it up. Reid and Morgan both heard the shift, felt it in their guts and they exchanged knowing glances over ghosts long since buried but still haunting the corridors of Hotch's psyche. “It would be a pleasure.” He perked up at that, and Savannah sucked in a deep breath and nodded, finally giving in.

“Okay. Only if it's no trouble, and if it doesn't get done...”

“C'mon honey, we've gotta get on the road...” Morgan groaned, revving the engine a little playfully. Reid stepped closer to Hotch and slipped his arm around the other man's waist, beaming at the happy family setting out on a road trip to the coast. Their first, and Hotch knew that Morgan had had the car detailed inside and out before the trip but they'd be coming back with all of the sand from the beach ground into the seats and the carpets and he smiled, remembering the days fondly. Jack was a newly minted teenager now and he had far cooler things to do than play at the beach with his father. He wanted to take trips up to New York City to visit uncle Sean, the decidedly cooler (and younger) Hotchner brother according to Jack. He wanted to go to concerts that were far too loud for Hotch's sensitive ears to handle anymore and play video games online with his friends, very few things his father could or would do. This week he'd been invited to his friend's lake cabin and they had a boat and Jack was going to learn to waterski and he would fish and these were all things Hotch would have liked to do with him if he'd had the time or the strength anymore. He was glad Jack had friends who took him along, gave him the experiences he wouldn't otherwise have but it didn't stop him from missing him terribly the moment they drove away. His apartment was so quiet anyway, but without Jack it was cold and dreary and he couldn't do anything but think about having only five years left with Jack in those walls. Time was cruel and it was too much to bear. When Reid told him he'd be spending the week house sitting for Morgan and Savannah, Hotch said he might pop in here and there but the loneliness got the better of him and he packed a bag for the week. Reid couldn't have been more excited.

“Don't let Reid burn my house down,” Morgan called to Hotch with a wink as they pulled out of the driveway and sped away. Reid scoffed.

“I wasn't planning on cooking anyway,” Reid muttered and Hotch chuckled, shaking his head. He leaned over, pressed a soft kiss to Reid's temple and raised his hand to wave goodbye to the Morgans.

The garden came together slowly over the course of the week in the late evening light after work. It was slow and steady, piling cinder blocks one by one and shoveling dirt until the mosquitoes got to be too much to bear and then they would sit on the deck with the fancy bug repelling lamps Morgan swore by (but Hotch very much doubted the efficacy of as he scratched incessantly at a very swollen bite on his wrist) sipping wine or tea, depending on the way the night felt. They were both still working every day but some part of it felt a little like a vacation, they'd never lived together before and were finding quickly that they fell in rhythm with one another almost seamlessly. Talk had turned more than once to the idea of them moving in together, maybe soon, maybe after Jack left for college. The way their relationship just felt easy and simple, the way they maintained their separateness but craved the togetherness was something neither had experienced before. Their favorite parts were when they sat outside, side by side, holding hands and enjoying the evening as it blanketed them in peace.

Saturday morning brought blindingly bright sunlight and a to-do list a mile long to prepare for the family's arrival home the next day. They had a garden to finish and a house to clean after a week of living in its walls, but they paused long enough to make a big breakfast and lounge with their coffees well into the late morning. Reid talked about how they could both retire and go live in a cabin alone somewhere surrounded by bookshelves and coffee, no internet, no telephone, just one room, an overstuffed couch and a fireplace. He had always been partial to a good wingback chair but he was, he'd found, tired of sitting alone and had grown rather accustomed over the last week to sitting with Hotch's feet kicked up on his lap while they read or, if Hotch was particularly tired and didn't want to read, he would lay his head on Reid's thigh and doze off while Reid lost himself in a book or two. He no longer wanted anything more in life than a couch to share with Hotch, and Hotch thought it sounded romantic (if not a little impractical, where would Jack sleep when he visited?).

The afternoon sun beat down on them hard and they regretted the decision to lounge away the cool morning hours. Reid's unruly curls were plastered to his forehead and Hotch could feel sweat trickling down his spine, collecting at the small of his back as he shoveled the last of the dirt into the garden bed. Reid was hauling rose and peony plants, the blueprints memorized down to the smallest measurement. Hotch didn't think Savannah would have minded a little off-roading, a little creative flourish here and there but Reid insisted on following the blueprints to a T because Morgan had worked so hard on them and so they did.

“Ow!” Reid cried out, pulling his hand to his chest. Hotch could see the bright red blood dripping down his wrist before he knew what had happened, and he thought he heard Reid hiss a curse word or two under his breath before standing up to examine the gash on his palm courtesy of a thorn from the rose bush.

“Do you know where the first aid kit is?” Hotch asked, standing up, the popping in his knees a symphony of age. Reid nodded and jumped down from the bed, kicking a cloud of dirt up behind him as he made way for the house. Hotch watched when a cinder block started to fall where Reid had loosened the dirt as he jumped down, and instinctively he bent down to reach for it, catch it before it tumbled to the ground and let a cascade of dirt and mulch out with it, negating hours of hard work. His fingers grappled for the bottom of it and he stopped it just above the ground. With it came a sickening pop that he felt first deep in his lower back and then it shot fire down into his calves, up into his shoulders and the breath was knocked out of him as if he were suddenly in a vaccuum. He felt sick and saw stars. He dropped to his knees but struggled still to push the block back into place, he'd be damned if he was going to hurt himself and not get the job done all in one fell swoop. The pain was blinding when he heaved the block back against the dirt, pushing with muscles that were crying out in agony, spasms like he'd never experienced and finally satisfied with where the block wound up, he struggled to straighten his back, placed his palms flat on his thighs and pressed his tailbone downward.

“Hotch?” Reid called out, skipping quickly across the yard with his bandaged hand. “Are you okay?” he asked, approaching slowly, fearing something awful had happened in the moments he'd been away. His eyes were closed and Reid could see he was breathing shallow, shaky breaths that caught in his throat and rattled around between whimpers and groans. He was lost in his head, swirling on another plane of existence that felt like nothing but pain. Reid pulled out his phone, ready to dial 911, afraid Hotch was having a heart attack or something awful but Hotch shot his arm out, cupped Spencer's phone desperately in his hand and shook his head, a movement instantly regretted as his entire spine lit up like an airstrip.

“My back,” he gasped. He laughed nervously, he wasn't sure why and it hurt terribly as it shook through his angry muscles, but the laughter released the tears he had been fighting, holding back precariously and Reid dropped to his knees before Hotch. He put his hands to Hotch's face and used his thumbs to wipe away the tears that streaked down his cheeks, angry and sticky through the dirt. Held his face while he cried and laughed like a mad man. “It's just my back,” he whispered and Reid nodded.

“How can I help?” Reid asked, and he listened to Hotch struggle to catch his breath, to sit absolutely still until he could ask for ice. Spencer helped him stand up, walk slowly to the chairs on the deck and after he'd procured an ice pack and gotten Hotch as comfortable as he could sitting straight up in the chair, they had a good laugh over how he'd resembled Boris Karloff and his stiff Frankenstein walk. Hotch had called him Frankenstein, Reid corrected him quietly and a little sheepishly, reminding him that it was only The Monster, Frankenstein was the doctor. Hotch knew that but It hurt to talk, he didn't argue just conceded. It was distracting enough that Hotch was glad to listen to Reid or have a small discussion, as long as they weren't talking about how he felt, because all he felt was old and pitiful.

“It's beautiful!” Savannah cried, opening the sliding glass door to let her entire family pile out into the backyard. It startled the two men seated on the deck, they hadn't expected the family home that evening. She and Morgan looked exhausted, and Hank had never seemed more awake. Morgan sat in the chair beside Hotch and mumbled about how Hank had fallen asleep just before they got to the hotel they were going to stay at for the night, and they were so exhausted and done with the trip already that they'd decided to just drive straight through and hope for the best. Hank had slept until they were just a few blocks from home and they knew he might never go to bed that night but the allure of being home had been worth it. Savannah examined the garden and gushed over what a great job they'd done and Morgan quietly thanked them because it was silly of him to have thought he'd ever finish it in the first place.

“You okay Hotch?” Morgan asked, raking his hands back over his head distractedly. Hotch opened his mouth to speak, but Reid took it for him, patted him on the leg and Hotch smiled gratefully.

“He hurt his back,” Reid said, pointing to the cinder block that was slightly ajar. Hank had found it, was digging in the dirt behind it and Morgan pieced it together with a painful grimace.

“Damn,” Morgan muttered, shaking his head. “I'm sorry man. Savannah'll fix you up good before you guys head out. Hey, baby!” he hailed her, explained what had happened and as tired as she looked she jumped into action. Hotch protested, said he was fine, just sore and it was entirely his fault and he just needed to go home and sleep but she insisted on sending him home with all sorts of instructions and a few items in a ziplock bag. He would have preferred Reid not say anything but that wasn't how he worked, and maybe he'd be grateful later if any of the things Savannah gave them offered him even a sliver of relief. They ordered pizza for dinner so no one had to cook and Hank made himself at home on Hotch's lap, mostly because he was the only adult who was as sedentary as the chairs themselves. Everyone else busied themselves with setting the table and getting drinks and cleaning up after, but Hotch sat because he couldn't do anything else and Hank piled him high with books and toy cars and talked his ear off. Morgan and Savannah tried to get Hank to play somewhere else, afraid he was hurting Hotch, but Hotch insisted he was fine, in fact he rather enjoyed it and it made him feel useful. While everyone else worked, he could at least keep the little guy occupied and out of the way. He missed when Jack was this age, it made him feel important and needed again.

“Remember when Haley and I brought Jack to the office for the first time?” Hotch mused, and Morgan threw his head back and laughed, nearly snorting his beer through his nose. Savannah looked at him curiously.

“Oh, now I need to know this story...you can't just leave me hanging...”

“Spencer, what was it Morgan said when asked if he wanted to have one?” Hotch asked, a sly smile turning up the corner of his lips. Morgan hid his face in his hands and shook his head.

“Um, Garcia said Don't you want one of these? And Morgan said Mmm, I'll stick to practicing.” It was Savannah's turn to laugh and she hit Morgan playfully on the shoulder, feigning shock at his candor. He just shrugged.

“Hey. That was thirteen years ago, things change...” and then his eyes went wide, he hadn't realized Jack was thirteen, not really. He knew it, knew the boy was big, but it hit him like a ton of bricks just how much time had passed between that day and where he sat now with his wife and his toddler and he couldn't believe it. Silence fell over them and they listened to the crickets chirping in the grass and the sky was being painted in pinks and oranges and bright yellows casting the yard in an ethereal glow. Reid was the first to break the spell.

“We should probably head out, it's going to take me awhile to get Frankenstein's monster here back into his apartment.”

“I'll help,” Morgan offered and Savannah agreed that he should, but Hotch politely declined, it was bad enough that Reid would be fussing over him and he didn't have the willpower put a stop to that but to put Morgan out after he'd been on the road all day was too much to bear. He would break his back to avoid that after hours of being doted on already.

He leaned against Morgan on the walk to Reid's car, Morgan wouldn't accept no for an answer on that one and Hotch agreed if only because he knew Morgan could probably carry him if he thought it best and he wanted to avoid that humiliation if at all possible. He hobbled slowly, unable to lift his feet far off the ground and he leaned heavily into Morgan's arms more than once letting the other man relieve just a little of the pressure, take on his weight. The car ride was silent agony, bucket seat forcing his back into a terrible crunched position. He sat and listened intently to Reid telling him about the lecture he would be giving on Monday and Hotch knew most of the details already because he'd seen it, proofread it and approved it, but he loved to listen to Reid talk. It was one of his greatest joys in life, even if the other man did tend to drone on sometimes endlessly, his voice was soothing and filled with such enthusiasm he couldn't help but be sucked in time and time again.

Lying on his stomach across his bed, both of them more than a little agitated after the rough trek from the car to the apartment, Spencer sat beside him and opened up the arnica gel Savannah had given him. He warmed it between his hands and pressed his palms against the soft curves of Hotch's hips, lithe fingers dancing there at the gentle swell where his hips met his back. He pressed in long lines up and down beside Hotch's spine, heels digging in and pulling the muscles in a straight line, smoothing them outward. He could feel the muscles spasm beneath his palms, listened as Hotch pressed his face into the pillow to muffle his whines, victim of his muscles and their stern objection to the touch that he so desperately wished would just fix everything. Hotch groaned and whimpered under the pressure but as badly as it hurt it also made it feel infinitely better in the moments after only to seize up again. The gel was warm beneath Spencer's touch and left a cooling sensation against the open air.

Spencer kept at it until Hotch whispered for mercy, he couldn't take anymore, it had ceased to feel good and all he wanted was to lay on his heating pad and fall asleep, forget about the day and hope that he felt better in the morning.

Reid helped him get settled and stopped for a moment peering at him sweetly, eyes pleading and Hotch let his hands settle against Reid's hips. He was in bad shape but he was still human and Reid was still gorgeous. Reid leaned close and kissed him, long and languorously, like honey and velvet and decadence, and Hotch could feel the heat on Reid's lips, taste the white wine he'd had with Savannah at dinner. When they separated Hotch smiled and felt a little guilty he couldn't follow the kiss up with anything more but they had plenty of time for that, the rest of their lives if they wanted, and he was satisfied with Reid curling up against him, cheek against his chest. As Reid's eyes drifted shut he was exceedingly glad that they both rented apartments and this type of freak gardening injury was an aberration that wouldn't be repeated anytime in the near future.

[sturmmhond]

“ and lord don’t let me break this, let me hold it l i g h t l y

give me arms to pray with, instead of ones that hold too tightly “ 

“ you know? ” 

“ i know ” 

song

[knight-engale]

I want to draw...I do not know what to draw... Why do I always have this issue 😭

[justsomedumbbi]

feh cyl6 lookin okay, probably gonna get chrom, despite him seeming like the only not really power-creep one

anyway, with cyl7 next january, time for me to not shut up about how morgan deserves more votes.

BOTH OF THEM

i guess i can settle for bernedetta, but y'all better not be caught lacking

[yuichiroswife]

{ My little sister's dog, Morgan, has officially died at 1:28pm on August 5th, 2022. At first she started out strong, but then things took a turn for the worst almost immediately. So in the end, we chose to put her down at the same veterinary clinic that my dog, Shelby, was put down at. Despite initially being afraid of Morgan, two women at said clinic promised to take her so she wouldn't suffer and for that... I'm so grateful. In the end, they also saw she wasn't vicious like everyone originally thought, she was just scared, so it makes me somewhat happy to know she proved them wrong.

Morgan was such a sweet and lovable girl. She never hurt anyone and she always wanted to play with someone. Yes, she may have been big and appeared scary to some (despite never growing out of her baby face), but to us... she was still a baby. Her birthday was in Apirl on the 1st, she turned eight, and we always jokingly called her "the fool". My dad, once again, was the most devastated by her passing since he tends to never show his emotions, but I'm glad he spent so much time with her. Even if Morgan sometimes got on my nerves when she would constantly be in my face to wake me up when I was tired, or feel like I was being crushed because she laid on top of me wanting to snuggle, I'll always be happy to call her our baby. We got her cremated so she should be here with us in a week or so, and the lady who put her down also made us a clay pawprint of Morgan's foot to keep, just like Shelby's.

It's gonna take me a while to get myself in order, probably longer than most would like, but I'm currently an emotional and mental wreck. I've been shaking ever since Morgan was put down and this morning, without thinking, I instinctively went to go and feed her before realizing... I don't have to feed her anymore. So, I'm sorry if I'm very slow. I hope that you all can bare with me. Additionally, I'd like to add pictures of Morgan below this post to commemorate her being part of my life. }

[altcvnningham]

outlaws of the west