#for various reasons

[frownyalfred]

The Justice League doesn’t play “will they, won’t they” with Superbat — the problem is that they won’t, full stop, and the entire JL has to deal with the consequences of that decision at every single goddamned meeting.

[wardengrill]

Team in Family Affair

[heliotropehotch]

Upcoming Hotch Smut Sneakpeek 18+ only

*I am posting this to will myself to finish it*

themes: kinda sorta enemies to lovers? (she thinks hotch hates her, one bed trope, sleepy groping/spooning, smut smut smut smut

“Is this what you wanted?” She could feel the vibrations of his words against her spine as he pressed his nose into the skin just below her ear. She inhaled sharply at each sensation he willed upon her body - his fingers tweaked her nipple and rolled the pebbled skin as he continued to squeeze. “Is this what you were dreaming about earlier?”

“Hotch-” She gasped and her free hand flew up behind her to cup the back of his head, unable to hide the shock from his words, unable to stop her hips from pressing into his. 

“I thought you were having a nightmare, ya know. I almost woke you up when you started shuddering, but then you whimpered-” his fingertips pinched her peak, eliciting a sound from her parted lips. “Just like that. It’s a miracle I fell asleep.” 

“Aaron,” she panted out, angling her top half to try and meet his eyes. “If you don’t want to, tell me now but-”

“If I don’t want to?” He asks with an incredulous tone as he lowers his lips to her crux of her neck and shoulder, suckling slightly at her warm skin. His hand breaks free from hers just to create a path of warmth, fingers slipping under the soft fabric of her sleep shorts and over the damp lips of her cunt. He moved his mouth closer and brushed his parted lips against hers. “Sweetheart, this is the only thing I want.”

*****BARK BARK BARK I NEED TO FINISH THIS****

Please give me feedback! I need encouragement to post again!

[jasontoddiefor]

every once in a while I think back to a fanfic I read in 2015. in retrospect, it wasn’t all that well written, but it was penned by teenagers in love with their story and the story loved me back.

They main character was trans and a central theme of the story was the length of his hair. I read the first chapter the day it was published, almost certainly searching through the trans character tag. It was October, another two months to the date I would cut my hair - the day before Christmas, I walked out of the hair salon as though I’d already received all the gifts I could possibly want.

I loved my short hair, the buzz at my neck, running my fingers through short strands and have the hair fall from them after lifting them just a few centimeters.

Three years later, I decided to grow my hair out again. For my family, mostly, I think now, as a test, to me and to them.

My aunt said it felt like spite, dangling my hair in front of them, threatening to cut it off again as though to punish them.

I did cut it off again.

I think I failed my own test. I know my family did.

For the first time in nine years my hair has grown past my shoulders, that imaginary line by which I measured someone’s love. My own, probably.

Fourteen years ago I cut my hair for the first time in my life. It used to reach down to my knees, and tangled at every opportunity. I remember being so exhausted, long before I realized what was actually weighing me down.

I miss that little girl sometimes. I hope she forgives me.

But this post is not about her, not yet. Maybe not ever. She’s asleep in her Playmobil castle and princess bed and I don’t know how to wake her yet.

This is about a story posted in 2015. The last time it was updated was 2017, it was never finished.

I don’t ever need it to be finished. All I need is for it to remain there, with its title, the reminder of don’t let your hair past your shoulders, and the comment I wrote in 2015. I hope this story knows I love it still, and that somewhere, sometime, another boy learns that it’s okay. That your hair can grow again. That you do not need to hate it.

The authors of that story have vanished, I can’t find any of them anywhere, but I hope that my last comment, left now nearly a decade later, has reached them. That they know how grateful I was for giving me something to hold on when I need it, for allowing me to be seen when I couldn’t stand looking in the mirror.

That even now, so may years later, looking back at their writing with - perhaps - embarrassment for leaving it unfinished like that, having written the kind of stories only high schoolers would, they will know it means the world to someone.

[stormikitty]

Vaggie's Past

I've seen tons of fics and tumblr posts with 2 different ideas about Vaggie's past. 1 being that she had a human life before she became an exorcist angel, and the other being that she grew up in heaven and was raised by Adam and Lute and the other exorcists. Idk which 1 I like better, but I have headcanons for both. And I've sort of imagined conversations for how the other characters would find out?

1:Vaggie had a human life:

Charlie: Hey Vaggie? Are you heavenborn, or a human soul?

Vaggie: it's complicated? When a human soul becomes an exorcist, the first part of their training involves magic induced amnesia. They're forced to forget everything about their lives including their own name, and they're given a new 1. I know I was a human at some point, but I don't remember anything. Some things stick, like languages, and some strong feelings about certain things even if there's a lack of context for it, but I don't remember who I was or any of the people I might've known. Every earthborn exorcist has maybe 1 vivid memory from their life, but it never actually tells them anything about who they used to be or who they know. I think that's to make it easier to erase any individuality more quickly and make us forget if any of our morals didn't originally align with what exorcists do. Turns us into perfect soldiers quicker. If I remembered my real name, I probably wouldn't be going by the 1 that Adam gave me. He literally named me after a vagina.

Chalie: *hugging Vaggie*

Anyone else who heard this: ...

2: Heavenborn Vaggie:

Vaggie: I was never a child.

Angel Dust: What did you just come into existence fully grown or something?

Vaggie: No, I still had to grow and develop like anyone else would.

Husk: Then you were a child.

Vaggie: I was raised to be the perfect soldier since the moment I was born. A soldier isn't allowed to be a child.

Everyone: WHAT?!

Charlie: Why didn't your parents protect your from that?

Vaggie: A lot of exorcist angels are born from flowers instead of other angels. I was 1 of them. I was raised by exorcists and grew up with exorcists.

Alastor or Angel Dust: You were born from a flower? Like Thumbilina?

Husk: They took away your childhood?!

Vaggie: Yeah. I had to be a grow up almost as soon as I could start walking and talking.

Nifty: What was it like being raised by exorcists? Other than the fact that you weren't allowed to be a kid?

Vaggie: I was surrounded by high standards and expectations I had to meet and not allowed to have much if any individuality. Exorcists aren't even given names until after their 1st extermination. They have numbers until then. Also, you know how exorcists have those black stipes on their wings? Those don't appear until their 1st extermination either. Also I was taught to value loyalty and strength more than anything else. Loyalty goes above strength, but not by much. And the second I showed even the slightest hesitation to follow an order, I was cast out of heaven in probably 1 of the most brutal and painful ways possible by 1 of the people I trusted the most. So there's that.

Everyone: *ready to throw hands with some exorcists again*

Charlie: *crying*

Nifty: ... Wanna build a pillow fort and watch cartoons?

Edit: I reread the post and realized it said "gown up" instead of "grow up", so I fixed it. I would appreciate if people pointed things like this out to me in the future.

[knifefightandchill]

"I'll be waiting..."

[linksthoughtbrambles]

This is just... such an immersive, breathtaking game. It was easy to just *be* Link, standing alone on a grassy hill soaked with rain, looking out on the ruins of his own civilization and the light of the demon that destroyed it.

[sequentialprophet]

Max Moments™

[dribs-and-drabbles]

The home stretch

Ep 12 is over. Three months have passed (what?! how?!). And I've collected 34 items of shared clothing from the series. (All documented here: Eps 1&2. Ep 3. Ep 4. Eps 5&6. Ep 7. Ep 8. Eps 9&10. And Ep 11.)

Incidentally, here's what I wrote after ep 2 (text in image description):

I was in the right ballpark with my guess - 34 - but it might be interesting to know that Only Friends has increased to 71 and last twilight to 48 - which isn't surprising considering that a lot of the 34 items were also worn in those two shows.

BUT! On to the wrap up for ep 12 and I was sad to only discover one more item of shared clothing...but Somkid came through for me!

And my sadness was alleviated slightly by the discovery that the green 'Never Doubt' t-shirt from ep 7 was also worn in The Trainee.

Out of the 34 items, a third were already on the communal wardrobe (having already been worn in two or more series) but two thirds - 21 of them - were new to the list with this series being their second appearance.

Somkid and Peach wore almost the same amount - at 13 and 12 respectively - with New on 5, and Kan and Ride on 2 each. As far as I'm aware, Pangpang didn't wear any shared clothes.

My favourite is probably this one from ep 7, because it's one that hasn't been worn in another gmmtv show yet (as far as I know) like all the others have (worn in Middleman's Love, Twins, and Hidden Moon), with the dudes shirt a close second...because of course.

[troybarnesbabygirlconfirmed]

i think the entire point of the greendale seven is that you cannot trust any of them with your drink

[whumblr]

Hi!!!! I obsessively re-read HIWTHI recently because I'm a Zayne Dougall addict and I'm finally back into a whump mindset after too long. I have a question, because a few weeks ago I was being stupid. I have a bottle of pepper spray for self defense and just wanted to make sure I knew how to use it. So logically I sprayed it into my sink for a second and I felt it in my sinuses the moment it hit the air. Do you think Zayne was secretly sniffling the whole day after using it so much on Jay ;)?

Hello fren <3 Zayne enjoyer.

Ha! You've got some strong stuff. Never thought about that, but yeah, he might have and just have no clue why that was and maybe he thought he was coming down with something.

[luetta]

does anyone else, when they look at a pretty person or sneak a glance at a friend when they’re not looking, get a sort of painful twinge in their chest? like the fleeting realisation that your hungry, but it’s in your heart instead? wanting something with more than want, but not knowing why, or how, or what.

imagining their touch, the softest most delicate touch, lasting just a moment. how much it’d make you jump, send lightning through you. and how much you crave it regardless. it’s something you haven’t really had the chance to experience before.

it makes your face run cold with tingles, too. and liquid mercury pouring down your back. and your cheeks burn and your hands feel so … physical. you’re so acutely aware of where and how your hands lie.

when you look at them and think “i just want to feel something positive. i wish you could give me that”

[tangledinink]

Do you think that would be friends?

unfortunately i think they might hate each other

[nerdy-talks]

Mom : So, any plans for your birthday?

Me : I'm just gonna spend time with my 11 boyfriends and my son.

Mom : What?

Me, logging into Obey Me! :

[caliburn-not-calculator]

stares at my ao3 drafts haha...

I'm going to hell

[leadandblood]

I can't stress enough the importance of talking to people. Talk to people about your ideas. Ask about their ideas. Talk about the show. Scream in their tags!!

Talk to people!!