#i cannot recall w this

[honeyvenommusic]

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[single-malt-scotch]

seeing ppl talk about moment where etho may have been drunk in clips is always amusing bc i always think of a super old mindcrack stream as a moment where i feel like he actually was, prior to any conversations where he said he doesnt really drink alcohol, bc he was so weird and awkward during it

[smiggles]

I’m curious if you’d be willing to say why it’s not for most people ?

The most prominent and easiest answer is that

Being an artist who makes their living off of commissions means that you must rely on your ability not to burn out

And with how low most artist need to charge you must produce a continuous amount of art without burning out (impossible challenge) or hurting yourself

You also must rely on never having an emergency that stops you from drawing for more than a few weeks (typically, depending on your prices)

There's a LOT more that effects why I don't recommend living off commissions but I'd go forever

[apotelesmaa]

The difference between the shinonomes and the tenmas is so funny… truly capturing both sides of the sibling experience. akito & ena are very “you are my sibling and I love you but you are such a huge pain in my ass” whereas tsukasa and saki are like “you are my favorite person in the whole wide world I love you so much :)”

[recallback-art]

Day 12: Future

Sometimes, when Nemo winds down into something like sleep, he finds himself thinking of a man who wears his name like it's his own. A man with a face unrecognizable. One who writes, sings, plays as well as any human despite his plastic joints. He smiles, and there's this genuineness to it, something real that can't be mimicked. But no matter how he tries... the man in his dreams always turns his back when he reaches out.

... Or, that is to say, the future is a far less happy place for Nemo than I let on.

[shoezuki]

ooo true would you want to talk about the games Utpoia and Sunday's reasoning?

ok disclaimer i havent finished penacony and also i am exceptionally inebriated. like to a phenomenal degree. so maybe this isnt coherent but also perhaps this is and i follow in the footsteps of thomas de quincey and micheal mcclure? idk.

anyways i have obviously been thinkin of the concept of utopia a lot in terms of penacony especially. because im currently taking my stupid utopia course rn. but penacony is very much a Modern idea/perspective of the concept of 'utopia'

in a lot of the older/foundational portrayals of utopia (at least that ive read so far) the concept is very much devoid of individuality, built on the idea of a utopic upper class being predominant, and that all the people 'that matter' being perfectly happy (i.e. thomas more literally coined the term 'utopia' and his concept of utopia was an island wherein slavery persisted when people acted outside of the utopic norms, and non-christians were tolerated; francis bacon's new atlantis was similar but moreso focused on the idea of technological advancements, but still very christian) OR were somewhat satirical and depicted the gluttonous nature of upper classes, depicting such in unsavoury ways (i.e. the myth of cockaigne, a legendary island of abundant food, and some the most notable depictions of it showed people being lazy and over indulgent such as pieter bruegel the elder's land of cockaigne painting. also technically jonathan swift's modest proposal is a satirical utopia)

honkai star rail's penacony is very much a modern idea of utopia. this wont ever be covered in my course because my prof's a coward but a lot of modern 'utopias' are very much satirical and/or commentary about the concept of utopia being built on suffering. older concepts of utopia are very collective, in that whats best for 'everyone' is decided by the higher peoples. but when looking at modern media the concept of utopia and dystopia is often synonymous.

the best example i can thing of rn is the hunger games. from the capital's perspective, it's a utopia. but anyone in the outer districts? fuck no its dystopian. in similar cases (divergent, basically any hunger games copy cat, some the stuff by ursula de le guin i.e. earthsea, etcetecetc) the concept of 'utopia' is largely whether it's truly utopia when it's formed on the suffering of others.

imo penacony questions this in a similar way, but moreso in whether a utopian society is Truly a utopia if it's built on ignorance (the matrix is a similar thing i just thought of). say, if reality continues to be shit and house suffering, whether our own suffering or that of others, but we could enter a false society that was free of such suffering, would it truly be utopia? is ignorance of suffering the same as a lack of suffering? Additionally i think penacony, specifically sunday's ideals, deal with the concept of collective vs. individual utopia. as before, an overall utopia where everyone ascribes to one ideology and belief is a utopia, but at an individual scale, is it still utopian? If someone has individual and contradictory beliefs, or doesn't Want to be within this utopia, is it still a utopia for them?

okay i need to stop writing. but yeah penacony is a very modern idea of utopia that i fuck with severely because it draws into question whether a utopia can be true when it is forced, when it is hegemonic, when it ignores the suffering within reality without actually solving such suffering. imo it's a coward's utopia, a faux-utopia, and hsr especially challenges a utopia that lacks any ability to choose

[cimicherrychanga]

in development oc haunting my thoughts....

[waterbearable]

@ prev reblog 100000% agree that it's ridiculous that so many tools for writers are expensive (the fact that the microsoft suite is a fucking subscription based model now still kills me)

but i do recommend obsidian if you're looking for a free notes space you can use for worldbuilding/writing (you'll be writing in markdown if you use it, though), and scrivener if you're willing to pay for one (it's like 60 upfront but it's a one-time purchase, i've found it worth the price and have transitioned most of my creative writing there)

[kaoharu]

. am i insane is that whats going on

[autism-corner]

wait i might have actually lucid dreamed. wait.

so i was having this dream and it started at work. after a bit I began to notice something where the furniture wasnt right, like two coffee machines or my literal own personal wardrobe just. standing there. then, somehow they said it was friday evening, which isnt possible since i KNOW i have important irl stuff then. So i was trying to figure out if i was correct in the incorrectness. i started telling the supervisors that this wasnt correct and that the dates are wrong (not really the best decision in hindsight i think). they were looking at me like i was stupid and insane, so i just tried to wake up. which actually worked. wth.

[ranvwoop]

seeing the mcyt gem trend makes me wanna revisit mine

[celiaelise]

... when a movie or TV show seems too depressing/stressful/gory/intense for me to enjoy, but the story really interests me, but then LUCKILY it's based on a book or comic... only for me to learn that everyone who has read the source material universally agrees it sucks ass, and the adaptation definitely improved the story.

[astrxealis]

on a whim and in spite of my responsibilities i have started on making a whole 9 chapter self-indulgent fic for mr. grim reaper from the hit game 'a date with death'

[geroya]

another weird dream last night but chi was in it to protect me

[mydear-corinthian]

not you, please

synopsis - wherein the reader was kidnapped by the unsub that hotch and the team were investigating.

pairing - aaron hotchner x reader / aaron hotchner x wife!reader

warnings - ANGST w/ comfort, reader being kidnapped and tortured, blood, typical criminal minds talk/content, use of aaron and hotch separately

notes - a tad long (w.c <2300), gif & picture isn't mine, divider by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more

main masterlist | criminal minds masterlist

"Where is she?" Hotch's deep and frustrating voice echoed throughout the interrogation room. He was alone, wanting to talk to the now-caught criminal, wanting the offender to know your whereabouts.

It's been two days since you went missing. You were just doing your usual grocery for the week not until you went to the parking lot and you felt a damped cloth covering your mouth and nose. You accidentally inhale the chemicals on it making your muscles and bones tired, and your eyes shut down completely.

When you woke up, you felt a cold metallic wrap-feeling around your wrists. Your hands were hung up while you stood; your body felt weaker than ever. As you looked down on your body, bruises and fresh scars painted all over your stomach and legs. You want to cry. Cry for the pain. Cry because you know that you won't be able to see your husband again.

Hotch came home after a long tiring work. He gently hung his suit coat on the rack as he called your name. Once he did, Hotch didn't hear an answer. He thought that you were asleep since it was already midnight. Hotch went upstairs to your shared room and knocked softly before entering. His eyes widened at the sight: the bed was empty. Hotch quickly ran downstairs, searching every room there is inside the house. Hell, he even checked the backyard.

You weren't there.

Hotch immediately grabbed his phone, dialing your number. Unfortunately, it went directly to voicemail making his heart drop.

Hi, this is (Y/n)! I'm afraid I cannot be on the phone right now. Just leave a message and I'll reply as soon as I can.

Your voice helped him a bit but it's the fact that it's just a voicemail. He cannot help but think where were you?

That's when he remembered.

Earlier in his shift, he recalled how the team got a new case. Four women were tortured and murdered with the same hair and eye color as yours.

"No, that's not possible.." Not you, please.." he thought to himself.

Hotch grabbed his car keys and drove to the BAU office right away. When he entered the office, he ran immediately and went inside the elevator. Hotch called everyone: Reid, Garcia, Morgan, J.J, Prentiss, and Rossi.

"I need you all to be here. It's an emergency." Hotch stated and dropped the call after.

After five minutes, everyone was in the conference room, standing up and looking at Hotch.

"What happened?" Morgan was the first to ask.

"(Y/n) was abducted. I suspect this morning." Hotch replied, trying to keep his composure. He may appear normal or he's showing no feelings at all but deep down, his mind is punching him with all the possibilities on where are you and what happened. Are you okay? Do you have any injuries? Or worse, are you still alive?

He knows that people who go missing die within the first 24 hours since they went missing. For the first time, Hotch disregard the statistics. He won't accept any of it.

"I am sure it has to do with the case we had this morning. (Y/n) has the same characteristics as the victims. (y/h/c) hair, (y/e/c)." Hotch added.

"Oh my god.." Garcia commented, covering her mouth in shock.

"We'll help you, Hotch," J.J. said, her eyes showing a trickle of sadness.

Everyone in the BAU loved you. They were shocked knowing that both of you were dating despite your different personalities. Whenever there was a tough case, you would give them homemade cookies— especially Emily since you know how much she loves them— and you usually wait for Aaron to finish his paperworks in his office and you chat with Spencer. Listening to all the statistics and facts that he gives. You were the one who helped J.J. during her pregnancy, you gifted her how many boxes of diapers and other baby items during her bridal shower. You learned how to make Italian dishes with Rossi and Aaron loved every single dish of them. Derek and Penelope kept on asking for dating tips and even going out and parties with them. For them, you're a part of the BAU now. You're their family.

"I'll trace her phone. To see where her last location was." Garcia immediately started, leaving the room, and went to her computer lair.

"I'll talk to the neighbors to see if they saw her." Emily and Derek said.

"I'll go and try to mark a location up," Spencer said, standing up and going to the other room.

Rossi walked towards the scared and worried Hotch, patting him on the back, "We'll find her, Aaron."

-

"Look who's awake! Took you long enough," the unsub laughed, there was a small knife in his hand.

"Let me go!" you panted, your arms wiggling against the cold and handcuffs. Tears were starting to form in your eyes.

The unsub was getting closer to you until you felt his hot breath on your neck, whispering things that you wish you could not hear. With all of your strength, you kicked his stomach making him tumble backward.

"You're a fighter, aren't you?" he laughed.

His knife trailed down to your thighs, caressing it before stabbing you. You let out a scream as you felt it pinch to your skin.

"Please— stop!" you begged.

"You know, the last person who was there in your place died," he said. "If you don't want to end up like her then behave!"

You didn't protest, you want to live. Your mouth let out a series of whimpers and sobs. The unsub laughed, showing no remorse or guilt for what he had just done he enjoyed it.

Another man came inside whatever room you were in. He wasn't in shape, unlike the man who tortured you. There you know what is happening.

Two unsubs.

One is highly intelligent; the one who plans all the murders. The other one is physically strong but has no brains. The stronger man works for the other guy.

You learned it from your husband. You let him debrief heavy cases and also Aaron gives you some tips and tricks whenever you're in a dangerous situation— which he hopes won't happen but it's better to be cautious and be prepared.

"Good job finding her, Eric. I'll go somewhere to buy more tools for this lady over here." the smarter unsub said.

Eric nodded in response, facing back to you as he smiled diabolically with a small cutter in his hands.

When his duo left, all you felt was pain when the cutter went back again to your skin, cutting you slowly. Your vision started to get woozy. You lost your balance before your whole vision started going back.

-

It's finally been 24 hours since you went missing.

Aaron was mentally and emotionally dissolved. He and the whole team were in the conference room, looking at Garcia on the small screen of the laptop, hoping to get an address or a name.

Please, Garcia.. Please

"I got an address!" Penelope shouted, making everyone including Aaron stand up.

"Where?" Aaron asked immediately, his foot tapping anxiously.

"So, I searched stores who had customers previously bought knives, ropes, cutters, and all those horrifying items," she responded. Aaron's heart sank when she mentioned those items. Torture items. "—There were a lot of people who bought it—welcome to America— but this is what I suspiciously found. I reviewed this store's CCTV footage and I kept on seeing the same man coming inside the store twice a week for almost a month who brought the same items: rope, butcher's knives, small cutters, staplers, shovels, and some.. handcuffs... What's weird is that he doesn't look like the person who is physically fit to do gardening, carpentry, digging stuff and all."

"Can you identify the man, baby girl?"

"I already did. The name is Fred Silverstone. He's 5'7 tall, white, he owns a grey Adventure pickup. He's still inside the store! The address is Building 2 Kennedy Store just by Palm Street."

As soon as the team received the address, all of them went to their SUVs and drove. Derek and Rossi were with Aaron. He wanted to drive but Rossi was faster than him. Rossi began to drive at a fast speed, trying to catch the possible unsub and you in time.

Once they arrived, Aaron didn't hesitate to run inside the store with a gun in his hand and a bulletproof vest on his chest to protect him.

"John Silverstone, freeze!" Aaron yelled, pointing his gun at him when he finally saw John about to leave the store with a cart full of torture items.

"Raise your hands where I can see them!"

John raised his hands in defeat. Derek grabbed his handcuffs behind his belt and stated the Miranda Rights with anger.

-

Hotch didn't waste his time to interrogate John. He tried screaming at him. Yell at him. Yet John didn't say a word to where are your whereabouts. Unfortunately, the man didn't speak for almost 16 hours. He was quiet. He was smart.

"Oh, you're not talking? Then let's talk about your wife. She's the stressor, right? You kidnap women with the same features as your wife because she left you. And when she tried to leave you, you killed her? Isn't that right?"

"Shut up!" John yelled. "You know, Agent.. your wife.. she's pretty." the sound of your name being mentioned lit up flames to his whole body. Jesus, he wants to punch that man right now.

"You know what I did to my wife? I strangled her before slowly but satisfactorily cutting her from head to toe in that fucking basement of her home. Who knows! Your wife will be like that in a few minutes." he laughed manically.

Hotch's anger rose even higher. A lump in his throat was starting to form. When the unsub finally gave a clue to your location, Garcia searched the house of John's ex-wife and sent the location immediately.

"You're gonna rot in prison, Silverstone." Hotch lowly said before leaving the room.

-

The team went to their respective SUVs, driving immediately. Hotch's mind was killing him—all the thoughts of you being wounded, in pain, or even seeing your lifeless body.

As soon as the team arrived, Hotch ordered everyone. Prentiss was on his left while Morgan was on his right. Morgan kicked the door harshly as the three ran towards the basement.

Once you heard footsteps and Aaron's voice, your body relaxed a little.

He's here now.

But before you could shout his name out, your body was grabbed by the remaining unsub. He locked your head with his forearm while he placed a small knife near your neck. You can feel how cold the knife was.

"FBI! Nicholas, put the knife down." Aaron said.

Aaron looked at you with fear and anxiety, all he needed was for you to come back to him safely.

"No! This is for John! I-I will make John proud by killing her without his help!" Nicholas shouted.

Prentiss was too impatient so she triggered the gun, the bullet hitting the unsub's forehead directly. His body fell, blood pooling down his head.

Your legs gave up once you were now away from his grasp. Your face was pale. You were dehydrated so much. Your injuries look severe. There was a lot of dried blood on your body while some fresh scars were seen on your thighs and stomach.

Aaron ran towards you instantly. He gently grabbed your upper body, scanning for more injuries. Tears were starting to form again in your eyes as you felt his safe touch once again.

"It's okay, honey.. I'm here. You'll be alright. Just stay awake for me, okay?" Aaron caressed your hair while looking at you with his adorable eyes. He may seem still professional but his eyes were starting to water and his voice quivered.

Unfortunately, you were too weak to speak. You only answered him with a nod.

"I need an ambulance now," Morgan called.

You looked at your husband once again. Oh, he looks good. You hate seeing him anxious or sad. How you wish you had the energy to stroke his cheek. But despite that, you felt your energy decrease. Your body starts to feel cold and your head feels light. When you looked at Aaron again, your eyesight was getting blurry. Everything felt light.

"No no, (Y/n) stay awake, please. The ambulance is coming— What is taking them so long!"

You tried. Oh, you tried to stay awake but unfortunately, darkness filled you.

-

Aaron was outside the operating room for almost 5 hours now. The team left a few hours ago, leaving him alone. He glances at his wristwatch every minute, tapping his foot anxiously as he waits for the doctor to tell him his condition. He finally cried. Tears were now falling how his face, imagining the worse responses once the doctor comes out of the operating room.

The door suddenly opened. A doctor exited the operating room, their scrubs were stained with some blood.

"For (Y/n) Hotchner?"

Aaron stood up immediately as he heard your name.

"She'll be fine," the doctor announced, a sigh of relief washing out on his body. "But she lost a lot of blood and was severely dehydrated. She's lucky to be alive. She will wake up in a few hours, Mr. Hotchner. You may visit her once the nurses will transfer her to a private room within the hour."

"Thank you, Doctor— Oh God— Thank you."

When you woke up, you were met by this bright light. You adjusted your eyes for a bit before opening them fully. You shifted your eyes to your legs and saw your husband sleeping rather uncomfortably. You called out his name softly, hoping that he'd wake up despite how quiet your voice was.

Aaron woke up and then looked at you. For the first time in 2 days, a smile was printed on his face.

"You're awake, " he said gently, standing up and kissing your forehead, stroking your hair with his fingers. "I thought I had lost you."

"I'm okay now, Aaron. I'm safe and you're with me," you reassured him, interlocking your fingers with his.

"I'm so sorry it took us time to find you."

"It's okay, Aaron. It's not your fault."

"I love you, (Y/n) Hotchner."

"I love you too, Aaron Hotchner." you smiled at him, kissing him back when his lips touched yours.

"Now give me some water; I'm thirsty," you said.

[hockeyshmockey]

New Year New Chaos

Summary: in which you're embarking on a new journey as a sports broadcaster, shortly after an encounter with the...... prince of ferrari?

Charles leclerc x skysports!reader

warnings: none

location principality of monaco

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youruser ringing in ‘25 with my best friends🥂 big things to come this year!

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Luluxx another year of chaos (aka us)

Yoursister hope one of those big things is you bringing that man to family dinner

->madeline97 A MAN?????

->youruser @ yoursister whomst do you speak of

— yoursister @ youruser the man you were hanging all over last night?

user radio silence from yn… when your new years antics get put on blast smh

january 2025

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skyf1 the sky f1 team is thrilled to announce the addition of yn ln to our broadcasting lineup for the 2025 f1 season! ln has worked on media campaigns for the f2 and f3 circuits, as well as other racing activities. she comes to us with a history of carting as a child, and also serves as an avid ambassador and spokesperson for the f1 academy. her fun fact: she has a King Charles cavalier named senna! welcome to the team yn

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user finally we’re FREE FROM DANICAAAAAA

jensonbutton welcome to the team yn!

user no jenson is beyond thrilled

pierregasly @ charlesleclerc

susiewolff so excited to have yn on our screens more this season!

-> youruser thank you Susie 🫶🏻

user I love her on the different podcasts and she was awesome in f2

oscarpiastri the media pen is no longer safe

-> youruser you’ve been getting too comfortable in my absence!

arthurleclerc @ charlesleclerc this is classic

-> charlesleclerc STOP TAGGING ME??

-> youruser boys no fighting this is a safe space

-> charlesleclerc ….. sorry

-> arthurlelerc I think Charles feels very safe with you @ youruser

texts

lulu

Why are the leclercs being weird in your comments

yn

Idk

yn

Also gasly commented?

lulu

this is weird

lulu

hear me out

yn

I’m scared

lulu

I know you don’t remember nye

lulu

and I barely saw the guy you were with

lulu

but as I’m sitting here thinking

lulu

we were at jimmyz

lulu

I know Pierre g and kika were there for sure bc I recall having the loveliest drunk convo w her in the bathroom

lulu

and your lover boy of the evening def was giving leclerc lankiness

yn

don’t even say that

yn

lulu

yn

that cannot be a thing

yn

I’d remember hooking up with the fucking prince of Ferrari and Monaco

lulu

would you?

part 2???