#i guess will exists?

[slowburnwonderland]

Scraps - a Jemily fic

The team’s banter filled the small cabin, combining with the plane’s hum to create an almost lulling quality after a long case. Their teasing was both familiar and biting. Emily leaned back in her seat, letting the conversation wash over her despite her tight smile.

“Prentiss, you? Relationship material? Please,” Morgan joked, grinning as he leaned across the aisle.

“Oh, come on, you know I’m a heartbreaker,” Emily shot back with a smirk, trying to play along, even as the quip didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Rossi chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re too much of a mystery, Emily. People want stability, not secrets.”

“Yeah, statistically, no one wants to date someone who’s always got one foot out the door,” Reid added, though his tone was more conversational than teasing. Emily knew he meant well, but the words still cut.

JJ’s laugh joined the chorus, and that hurt the most. Emily forced herself to maintain the facade, but she could feel her composure fraying with each jab. The fact JJ was laughing along with them stung deeper than she’d expected. Was that how JJ saw her? Was that why JJ continued to insist their relationship was kept a secret?

“Guess I’m just too mysterious for my own good,’’ Emily said lightly, her voice just a touch strained.

But JJ noticed. She noticed Emily’s eyes flicker with something more than just amusement. Guild twisted in JJ’s stomach, the realization creeping in like a slow, dawning horror. Emily wasn’t flighty, or secretive, or unwilling to open up. Emily had done nothing but give—sacrificing pieces of herself for the tiny, pathetic scraps of attention JJ offered in return. The secret glances, the stolen touches, the whispered moments—all of it a far cry from what Emily deserved.

JJ’s mind flashed back to all the little things Emily had done, the moments she’d taken for granted.

There were the playlists Emily had made for her, filled with all of JJ’’s favorite songs – songs that somehow always seemed to match her mood or be the right mix to get her through a tough day. Emily never asked for anything in return, just sent them along with a casual text: Though you might like this.

Then there were the mornings when Emily would show up with a coffee in hand, exactly how JJ liked it. She’d drop it off without fanfare, just a quick smile before moving on with her day. She always made the blonde agent feel seen, like Emily understood her in ways no one else did.

And on those rare occasions when they shared a room during cases, Emily would always leave a nondescript sweatshirt behind—nothing flashy, just something comfortable that JJ could wear. It smelled faintly of Emily, a scent that JJ found oddly comforting in the sterile, impersonal rooms they stayed in. Emily never mentioned it, but JJ knew she did it on purpose, leaving a piece of herself behind as if to say, I’m here, even when I’m not.

The memories piled up, each one a reminder of how much Emily gave and how little JJ had returned.

The rest of the flight passed in a blur, and JJ’s mind was far from the teasing and laughter that filled the cabin. She couldn’t shake the image of Emily’s forced smile, the way her eyes had dimmed just a little more with each word.

When the plane touched down and the team disbanded, JJ found herself standing outside Emily’s door before she even realized what she was doing. She knocked, her heart pounding in her chest.

Emily answered, surprised to see JJ there. “JJ? What are you—”

JJ didn’t let her finish. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Emily asked, confusion knitting her bow.

“For… everything,” JJ admitted, her voice trembling slightly. “For not being brave enough. For hiding us. For making you feel like you’re not enough when you’re everything.”

Emily looked away, her throat tight with unshed tears. “I get it, JJ. You have a life, a family—”

“That’s not an excuse,” JJ interrupted, stepping closer. “You deserve more than this. More than me.” Emily shook her head. “But I want you. I just… sometimes I wonder if maybe the team’s right. Maybe I’m not—”

“Don’t,” JJ whispered, reaching out to take Emily’s hand. “Don’t do that. Don’t let them make you question yourself. They don’t know how incredible you are, how strong and compassionate, how you make everything better just by being there.”

Tears welled up in Emily’s eyes, and she blinked them back furiously. “Then why won’t you—”

JJ closed the distance between them, pulling Emily forward, and kissed her, soft and desperate, as if trying to make up for all the ways she’d failed Emily. For a moment, Emily melted into the kiss, clinging to JJ as if she could keep her there forever.

But then JJ pulled back, breathless. “Emily,” she began, distracted and torn, “you know we can’t-- I’m not ready to…”

Emily’s gaze softened, her smile soft and sad. “I know. I just—” she faltered, then met JJ’s eyes with a mix of courage and fear. “I just get scared sometimes.”

JJ’s heart clenched, a wave of guilt crashing over her. “Scared of what?”

Emily’s lips trembled, and she tried to smile, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “That this is all it’ll ever be,” she whispered. “That you’ll never really let me in. That I’ll always just be a secret, something you have to hide.”

JJ swallowed hard, the truth of Emily’s words hitting her like a punch to the gut. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, her voice cracking. “I never wanted to hurt you. I just… I don’t know how to do this, how to make it right.”

Emily’s eyes filled with unshed tears, and she nodded, understanding in her gaze but also a deep, aching sadness. “I know, JJ. Do you think you can just humor me for a while?”

JJ flinched at the words, the raw honesty behind them. She didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to keep hurting Emily, but she also couldn’t bring herself to let go. She didn’t know how.

“I’m sorry,” JJ repeated, but the apology felt hollow even as she said it.

Emily forced a small smile, one more tragic than reassuring. “Don’t be. I know what this is,” she murmured as she pulled JJ into her arms and began to sway in her silent living room.

JJ wanted to argue, to tell her it wasn’t just that, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, she wrapped her arms around Emily’s neck and let the older agent lead her in a dance as if trying to drown out the guilt that was threatening to consume her.

Deep down, JJ knew this wasn’t enough—not for Emily, and not for her. This moment, like everything else between them, was just another scrap of attention, another stolen moment that would only deepen the hurt when this exploded between them.

When they finally pulled away, JJ rested her forehead against Emily’s their breaths mingling in the silence. Neither of them spoke, both knowing there were no words that could fix what was broken between them.

[hosseinis]

the thing about the mummy movies is that you really spend most of the time thinking "wow brendan fraser's character is so cool" or "man oded fehr is so mysterious and heroic" when the fact of the matter is that these two

are the absolute most batshit insane heroes in the entire franchise

these two are intellectual loner siblings with archeology backgrounds who read and speak ancient egyptian, hire a dude directly out of prison to take them to a lost city of gold, and fight mummies literally with their bare hands. twice.

no one in these movies stands a chance against the carnahans. frankly they're lethal in how willing they are to make the absolute and most undeniably deranged decisions. jonathan pickpockets a dude on fire. evy's resurrected from the dead and immediately remembers how to use sai. they're racking shotguns from a cliff in this scene and then proceed to blow away half the antagonists.

rick and ardeth should be so lucky

[goldensunset]

i love comparing pokédex entries for the same mon between different games bc almost all of them will be very brief, matter-of-fact, purely scientific without any first person pronouns or personal information about the author. and then you get to the legends arceus entries and laventon’s writing stuff like ‘ngl i still don’t understand this species’ ‘i tried petting this pokémon once and it bit me’ ‘i live in fear of this thing’ ‘man i miss galar. who said that’

[urfavoritemistake]

is this anything

[abyssalzones]

hey does anyone remember that weird photoshoot those guys who run the institute of oddology did back in the 80's?

(consider this a companion piece to that other fake magazine post)

also bonus uncropped interview blurb under the cut

[linkedin-offficial]

me when i get the opportunity to think about speculative biology and non-existent game mechanics in media i like

⠀

[notherpuppet]

Bangs down and bangs up 🔄

[cobaltfluff]

competitive aquarium date

bonus: the night before

[sadisthetic]

the madness frustration loneliness of the dissonance of a mismatch of the rotten heart to the rest

allosexual aromantic swag happy pride *peaces out*

[ankles-be-bitten]

idk, i just feel like if your primary argument against transandrophobia/antitransmasculinity theory is that you think it's transmisogynistic you're not being intellectually honest. who does it hurt when trans men and mascs coin a term to describe the intersection of transphobia and sexism as it most frequently affects them? because it does hurt trans men when they're told that they're not entitled to speak on the discrimination they themselves face.

what I'm hearing from people who oppose the antitransmasculinity movement is that transmisogyny is when trans men talk about their problems 👍, but obviously that's not true. i know that's not true. you know that's not true. so then what is the issue? genuinely, enlighten me. you want trans men to shut up and listen? I'm listening.

[auriidae]

this is from two? three? months ago fksjhf i spent like weeks and weeks working on it and then got rly scared of posting it so it's been sitting in my drafts ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

shinyduo au where gem n pearl are characters in a legend forced to play out the same story over n over again and to always forget the times before. until the cycle breaks & they have to work together to escape <3 (loosely inspired by wolfwalkers and set to the vibes of aeseaes's megalomaniac)

edit: you guys?? thank you so much for the support on this :’0 i’ve been hopefully trying to continue the story as a fic so stay tuned for updates on that,,

[transmisogyny-explained]

I want to submit a perspective on "afab transfemininity" from. an afab multi gender person. I know my experience isn't representative of everyone who calls themselves this, but I wanted to at least share

I don't call myself a trans woman, I hesitate to call myself transfem. nonetheless, I feel connected to femininity in a distinctly transgender way. when I first came out, I hated being a girl. I was a transmedicalist and validated myself by invalidating others. I had to face a lot of internalized misogyny and transphobia in order to really learn what it meant to be a man. after I started testosterone about 3 yrs ago, I realized I was a lesbian, and started feeling more comfortable being, at least in part, a woman. it was different this time because it was something I liked, something new and my own, not something ascribed to me. it's not cisgender in any way, it is transfemininity

this being said, I know my experience toward transfemininity is extremely different from the norm. I am not what most people are referring to when they refer to transfems, and there are many definitions of transfem that do not include me. despite that, I do have some experiences that overlap, things I can relate to. my femininity is at its core transgender in nature. my gender now is more complex... I feel like both a man and a woman, neither and both. but that doesn't mean my feelings about my gender are predatory or invalid. I don't want to talk over transfems, I am very aware of my place in these conversations. but I still have a place, and it frustrates me to see you share posts that minimize my experience into a stereotype

Why do you view transfemininity as being, at its core, the experience of being “both a man and a woman” lmao

Get back to me when you start viewing trans women as actual women and transfemininity as actual femininity, and not an aesthetic or a vibe or “some other third thing” apart from femininity.

You “feel femininity in a distinctly transgender way?” Congrats! You’re nonbinary! But that is NOT what being a trans woman is — Their womanhood and femininity is not essentially different from cis women’s.

What you are describing is a very generic experience of being a feminine nonbinary person, and I don't say that to insult you; but to compare that experience to those of trans women’s betrays the fact that you don't view them as the same gender as cis women. Which is transmisogyny. It’s textbook third-gendering.

Call yourself a nonbinary woman- Call yourself whatever you want, in fact. But trans women and TMA people are never going to feel safe around you so long as you continue insisting that transfemininity is essentially the same as the nonbinary femininity you experience, and essentially different from “real��� cis women’s femininity.

Also, can I just say that it’s a little condescending that you would end your ask by saying “I’m aware of my place in these conversations, but…”

Like, if you were really “aware of your place” and were actually listening to transfems when we talk about transfeminism, you would be able to recognize the enormous amount of transmisogyny baked into your message. On top of the third-gendering, you also managed to:

Imply that TMA people don’t understand the complexities of gender and nonbinarity like you, a TME person, do

Imply that TMA people creating the language and spaces to discuss our experiences in a way that excludes you, a TME person, is invalidating and somehow tantamount to labeling you as “predatory” (what does that even mean?)

Sent an unprompted ask to a transfem’s blog venting your frustrations with the language of transfeminism, despite the fact that I’m not even the one who made those posts?

Showed a pretty absurd amount of entitlement by insinuating that it’s somehow my problem that you feel frustration over misunderstanding the basics of transfeminist theory

Subtly demanded that I do the emotional labor of managing your frustration, which, frankly, is just classic misogyny

Displayed a complete lack of understanding towards what transmisogyny even is, nor why we, as the direct targets of transmisogyny, need the the language and spaces to discuss it

I really don’t care what transfem “experiences” you think you relate to, the fact that you perpetuate and can benefit from transmisogyny will always separate you from us, and if you actually gave a shit about us and our struggles, you would recognize that and try to be a better ally to us rather than co-opting and redefining our language in a shallow attempt to define us out of existence.

As has been said countless times now:

“Transfeminine” does not mean “trans + feminine,” it is a term coined by TMA people to describe our specific experiences with being denied our femininity. That is something which you, as a person for whom (as you said) womanhood/femininity was ascribed by the system of patriarchy, cannot understand in the way we do.

[notbecauseofvictories]

Watching this again, it becomes incredibly clear in s3 that Nate is teaching Parker how to run her own crew. He fully anticipates that she will be his legacy, and more than anyone else---more than Sophie or Hardison, more than Eliot (though I would argue that Eliot never even slightly wanted it)---he is teaching her how to take over, think like he thinks and plan like he plans. He fumbles some of the emotional stuff, never actually tells her explicitly...but by the time you reach s3 he's clearly all-in. He's decided. Parker is going to be Nate 2.0, with different more exciting bugs than the 1.0 version.

[harriertail]

they actually change colour with her emotions

[eaissilyy]

Mouthwashing alien au but good ending? Real?

[tubbytarchia]

oops ponied more lifers (Jimmy and Joel are redesigned lol, design notes and original under cut)

With Tango I wanted to play with half body/split coloring and make him look scorched, including his horn which will just smoke while he's not using magic. I'd like to think he's absolutely fine and all that's changed is that he can only conjure fire magic but he doesn't care that much. His tail and mane can burst into flame whenever

BigB is a big guy with a thousand yard stare and prey animal behavior with his ears constantly tucked back. I really like the idea of him having a huge tail dragging behind him, adds to the unnerve a tiny bit. When people look away he turns into a hyperrealistic creaking horse

Why did I make Jimmy all yellow. His color is blue!!! Blue!!!! Even if I usually highlight him with yellow because it just looks nicer but!! Blue..!! Seeing Lizzie build a blue parrot for him inspired me to finally redesign him, his coloration is based on the blue quaker parrot! The canary theme can still work with this, I'd like to imagine his flight feathers started going yellow and he wasn't just born with canary feathers. Also tried to get across that he's a lanky ass pony but makes himself look smaller

Joel I think works so much better when he's relatively monotone and the green highlights are implemented sparingly (you know, as highlights). I think it makes him look more special even with normal horse colors than if he was mostly green, kinda loses that bit of the design that really identifies Joel AS Joel. Yeah my first Joel design was garbo. Also he's very angry that god made him an earth pony and tiny. sorry little guy

Also also I made this little video where Joel eats Scott and runs away with Jimmy you're welcome