#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.

[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’

[dottyistired]

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

[astralpenguin]

self care is writing a fic that you’re literally the sole target audience for

[notherpuppet]

Bangs down and bangs up 🔄

[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

[linkedin-offficial]

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

⠀

[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*

[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,,

[mysteryequationart]

Dies Irae

[harriertail]

they actually change colour with her emotions

[cozylittleartblog]

worst way to start my new year, thanks. i have a lot of things to say about these companies but i'm tired and just keeping it focused to the pin side of things for this one. do not ever buy pins from these companies, literally ALL of them are stolen from small artists like me. if you want to buy enamel pins, check out etsy, and artist's personal websites and shops! (though even Etsy has some bootleg pins that ship straight from china, so tread carefully…)

Every pin I've designed is, thus far, EXCLUSIVE to my etsy. if you find it anywhere else, it's been ripped off! and once these stupid bootlegs pop up, it's basically a never ending game of whack-a-mole trying to get them all taken down...

[alienssstufff]

I love the way you draw Etho he's so squishy

thank you! Whwh honestly I don’t think I ever have or could draw him threatening I never saw him that way

Even in the Apocalypse au he isn’t

[alexassanart]

favourite scenes from pacific rim 3 💙