#idk what to say other than i loved it. so much really

[mariasont]

HOT SEAT, HOTTER MOUTH

you convince hotch to take a polygraph test

pairings: aaron hotchner x bimbo!assistant!reader warnings: 18+ MDNI, suggestive content, sexual tension, mature themes, use of sir in suggestive context, not full smut just some dirty talk, fluff, polygraph kink (???), guys idk how a polygraph really works if im being honest so if there's inaccuracies don't tell me, established relationship, they're just so in love wc: 1.1k

You are beautiful. This is a fact Aaron resigned himself to long ago, filed alongside other empirical truths like gravity, taxes, and the sun’s inevitable rise in the east.

Yet occasionally, he wishes your beauty included some sort of disclaimer. Something helpful, perhaps — warning, prolonged exposure may cause poor decision-making and severe lapses in judgment.

It’s the only plausible explanation for how, within a record-breaking twenty minutes (yes, he timed it), you managed to coax, manipulate, and outright swindle him into submission. 

And Aaron Hotchner certainly is not easily swayed. He’s stared down killers without blinking. But then again, none of those killers had ever perched so temptingly in his lap, whispering promises with lips curved into both heaven and hell.

“I should have negotiated better.” The words come muffled behind his palm, as if hiding it might salvage some dignity. He doesn’t dare lower it, he’s fairly certain the smile will give him away.

“Oh, you’ll eat those words,” you chide, leaning across the table to silence his complaint with a honeyed kiss. “Along with a few other things, if you’re on your best behavior.”

Aaron shoots you a look, though its severity is laughably transparent, betrayed by the restless shift he makes in his chair at the thought.

He’s never considered himself particularly greedy, let alone insatiable, yet you manage to reduce him to something entirely primal on a daily basis.

You’re teasing, obviously, but the distinction hardly matters. He’s already picturing the way your thighs would feel dead-locked around his ears.

“Angel.”

"Relax, grump, it'll be fun! Just a couple harmless questions."

Aaron tries not to visibly wince. Your definition of fun rarely coincides with his, usually because your brand of amusement came at this expense. Like that night at the karaoke bar, when you pulled him on stage, oblivious to his internal vow to fake his own death emily-style rather than ever repeat that experience. Or marathon-watching dramas so cheesy he swore off television entirely (he still maintains that he watched Bridgerton ironically, even though you said you caught him misty-eyed twice).

Now, you have him strapped to a polygraph, promising harmless questions that, if history served as precedent, would likely be anything but. 

“Forgive me if I don’t quite match your enthusiasm. Something tells me this is an ambush.”

Your quickly-stifled giggle only confirms his suspicions, but it’s the small notepad you pull from your purse that seals his fate.

“Exactly how long have you been planning this?”

“Oh just since I realized my hot boyfriend could access cool FBI toys,” you say casually, clicking your pen like a tiny guillotine. “But, like, you won’t actually get in trouble for this, right?”

“Not with work, no.”

What he doesn’t say is that if anything’s going to land him in hot water today, he suspects it’ll be you, your notebook, and your dangerously creative imagination. But he thinks it very loudly.

“Okay, first question, starting easy,” you say, leaning forward. “Have you ever snooped through my phone when I wasn’t looking?”

“No,” Aaron says. “I trust you. Plus, if you tried hiding something, you’d give yourself away in about two seconds flat.”

You peek at the machine, nodding slowly. “True. You’re safe. For now.” Then shoot him an indignant look. “And, for the record, I’m actually excellent at hiding things, thank you very much.”

“Interesting. Anything in particular you're currently hiding from me?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Hotchner?”

“Careful. I have ways of making you talk.”

Your mouth opens like you might fire back, but you seem to think better of it, hunching as you scribble something clearly nonsensical into your notebook.

“Anyway! Next question. Do you secretly like it when I call you sir?”

“No,” he insists weakly, though it’s absurdly unconvincing, he doubts even a toddler would buy his claim at this point.

He doesn’t expect the polygram to spare him either, convinced it’s already penning liar in bold, red ink.

You’ve conducted multiple inadvertent experiments on this matter already, sprinkling sir lightly into passing conversation as if it were just another innocent pronoun. Each instance predictably resulted in skyrocketing blood pressure and his hands making insistent grabs for you.

“No surprise there, sir,” you tease, eyes glittering. “We’ll circle back to that. But first… before we were together, did you ever find yourself thinking about me inappropriately while at the office?”

“Yes,” he says, the truth tumbling out before he can muster any self-control.

His cheeks flush hot as he quickly clears his throat, a futile attempt to dull the sharp edges of his blunt confession. It does nothing for the sort.

You smile like you’ve just caught him cheating at cards, and tap your pen against your lips. Lips coated in that damned cherry-flavored gloss that somehow always manages to become a recurring feature in his most ill-timed daydreams.

“I knew it. How many times? Where? In your office? During meetings? Wait — did it ever happen on a case?”

“Slow down,” he murmurs. “You're limited to yes-or-no questions only.”

You climb into his lap, your already-short skirt inching higher as you drape your arms around his neck. “I think it’s only fair that I know how many times my boss daydreamed about me in ways HR wouldn’t approve of.”

Hotch arches an eyebrow, hands coming to steady your thighs. “That makes me sound terrible.”

“You’re not terrible. You’re perfect.” You lean in, peppering kisses along his cheek and jawline. “Just answer,” you whisper between each press of your lips, “the question.” Kiss. “When exactly —” another kiss, lower this time, near his ear “— did my very professional boyfriend first have very unprofessional thoughts?”

He’s losing, badly. 

Finally, resistance crumbling entirely under your persuasive mouth, he murmurs a reluctant confession, “Do you remember your first day?”

You nod. 

“We ended up alone in the elevator after your initial briefing, you were rambling about how excited you were, asking questions faster than I could answer.” He gently hooks a finger into your waistband, giving it a tug. “At one point, you dropped your badge and bent to pick it up, and all I could think about was how easily I could push that skirt up and see if you sounded as sweet as you looked when you came.” He shakes his head. “I spent the next two hours lecturing myself about workplace decorum. Clearly, it didn’t stick.”

“At least you made it to the elevator. I didn’t even make it through the introductions. Specifically, the second you said Agent Hotchner. Emphasis on the hot.”

“Good to know I didn’t stand a chance.”

Your fingers move across his chest, ripping the polygraph sensors from his skin.

“I think you’ve answered enough questions for tonight,” you whisper, attaching a kiss to the hinge of his jaw. “Besides, I can think of much better ways to gather intel.”

He tilts your chin upward. “By all means, demonstrate.”

a/n: idk why i keep writing bimbo reader and hotch … it’s a disease … i can’t stop …

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[nadvs]

OMG power play is one of my fav series .. like im sad its over but i was wondering if you can do rafe and reader seeing each other again after being apart for a while yk , maybe he surprises her or she surprises him idk (smut?) but ugh i love them n you ty babes😛

aw thank you ily!! this is so cute and omg the smut potential!! it’s another filthy one, y’all 👀 blurb set in the power play au. 18+!

You were tempted the entire three-hour drive over to give in and call Rafe and just tell him that you’d be at his house tonight.

As you step into the Camerons’ backyard, the summer sky a deep black against the twinkling string lights draped across the foliage, you’re glad you managed to resist.

You can’t wait to see the look on your boyfriend’s face.

You originally had to decline the invitation to his sister’s 18th birthday party, but when your travel plans with your friends unexpectedly fell through, you decided to come and keep it a surprise.

You navigate through the massive crowd to greet Sarah, who you’d texted about your plan. You give her a big hug and a gift, then kindly day hello to all her friends.

When you ask her where Rafe is, she points towards the back of the expansive backyard, assuring you that she kept your secret.

You weave through groups of people, and when your eyes land on your boyfriend, you take a moment to just look at him. He’s standing among his friends, a beer in his hand, pulling you in without even having to try.

You love how when he wears t-shirts, his biceps jut out the sleeves, how the outline of his broad chest is clear beneath the fabric. His usually tousled hair is neatly pushed back, the planes of his face strong, the cut of his jaw sharp.

You still can’t believe all you’ve been through together in the eight months you’ve known him, that he started off as just a guy with a bad attitude that you had to meet at the library once a week.

You never would have expected to fall for him, and to fall so hard, and you’re so glad you did. He may be different than you in so many ways, but you think that’s what makes you two work so well.

Rafe pulls his phone out, glancing at it just to pocket it again, surely wondering why you haven’t texted back in the last hour. He asked you when you were leaving for your trip tonight, and you haven’t responded.

It’s a jarring feeling, seeing him as who he is without you, seeing that he does the same things you do when you’re apart. It’s been a month since you’ve been together in person.

As you approach, he turns away, taking long strides to the bar. You follow, the anticipation making your heart race.

You settle by the bar beside him, his attention turned the other way. You almost forgot how much he towers over you, how big he is.

“Hey, do you have a girlfriend?” you tease, placing a hand on his forearm.

“Yes,” Rafe answers sharply, pulling away before even looking at you. When his eyes land on you, his face quickly changes from frustration to awe.

“Too bad,” you beam up at him.

“What are…”

He doesn’t finish his sentence. In seconds, he transforms from the cold grump he was when you met him to the loving man you know he is as he pulls you into a bearhug.

“Ouch,” you giggle when his grip is a little too tight, the rich notes of his cologne dancing over your nose.

“Sorry,” he half-whispers, pulling back to search your face with wide, softened eyes. “I thought you were leaving for your trip tonight.”

“Plans fell through,” you reply. “I wanted to surprise you. And I have to say, I really like how rude you were when you thought I was some girl hitting on you.”

Rafe smirks, the sudden, unexpected dopamine hit of seeing still radiating through him. He can’t believe this is real.

“It’s so good to see you, baby,” he says. “Like this.”

“And not on a screen for once,” you agree with a big smile. “How’s your night going?”

“So much better now,” he replies. He leans down to kiss your temple. You curl into him, your cheek against his chest, cozying into his warm embrace.

All it takes is his hand dragging down your shoulder, over your waist, squeezing your hip, for his body to tighten with desire.

“You wanna go to my room?” he murmurs into your ear.

You chuckle, craning your neck to meet his eyes, your stomach numbing with excitement.

“What about the party?” you flirt.

“It’ll be here when we get back.”

He keeps his heavy arm around your shoulders, his smile refusing to fade, as you sneak away undetected from the other partygoers.

You’ve already been in his bedroom once, but before you can make a joke about needing a tour, he has you against his closed door, kissing you deeply, your face in his big hands.

His kisses quickly get hungrier, faster, his length already firm against you, nudging your stomach.

“Tell me you have something,” Rafe murmurs against your mouth, the room still plunged in darkness.

“I didn’t expect this to happen,” you whisper through a gentle laugh. “Do you not have any left?”

“We finished the box up last time.”

“Wow,” you say. To be fair, you do have to use up quite a lot of condoms on your rare nights together. “It’s okay. I have something else in mind.”

Your hand trails down his firm body, stopping at the bulge beneath his jeans, rubbing, earning a sharp inhale.

He’s gone down on you plenty of times, but you’ve never done it to him. You’re nervous; everything is still so new to you. But you’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.

You start to unbuckle his belt, and once he realizes what’s happening, he’s using all of his self-control to not take over and pull his pants off as quickly as he can.

“You might need to teach me a little,” you whisper.

“That’s fine,” he rasps. “We both know how good you listen.”

The praise makes your heart skip a beat, your hands trembling as you tug down his zipper. You pull his pants down, lowering to your knees as you do it, the swelling under his boxers eye-level to you now.

Rafe gazes down at you, in awe of quickly his night went from missing you, empty, wishing you were here, to his lips buzzing from your kiss, looking down at you in the dimness of his bedroom, watching you palm his cock.

You bite your lip as you pull down his boxers and his hard arousal springs out for you.

You hold him at his base, eyes locked on his as you press a gentle, open-mouthed kiss on the swollen head of his cock.

“Fuck,” he groans. Everything he does with you manages to be hot and filthy, but sweet and tender, too, and it wasn’t until he was with you that he realized what making love really meant.

Your mouth widens with your kisses, tasting his salty precome, covering him in wet warmth.

“You can spit on it,” he rasps, his fingers lacing at the roots of your hair.

You obey, dribbling spit onto his tip, swirling your tongue over him. His knees are already weak, his grip on your hair tighter.

“Just like that,” Rafe whispers. “Get it wet with your hand.”

You stroke him gently, his shaft getting slick with your saliva, gazing up at him.

“Should I put it all in my mouth?” you ask.

He groans, in heaven when you talk like that.

“As much as you can,” he tells you.

You nod, clenching your thighs together from how turned on you are. You sink all the way to the base, gently gagging when he hits the back of your throat, your nose pressed against his skin.

Rafe’s body is on fire from how hot and wet your mouth is around him. You slowly pull back, moving with the curve of his cock, your lips smacking off with a quiet pop, then take him in again.

You start to add more suction, bobbing a little faster, your lips locked around his shaft.

“Yeah,” he breathes. “Suck harder. You can do it.”

Your cheeks hollow as you listen to his instructions, softly gagging every time you reach his base, making his head fuzzy with euphoria.

“Stroke it, too,” he says.

Your grip on his base loosens just a bit as you gently twist your hand around him, following your mouth as it goes up and down.

“Good girl,” he whispers. “Go faster.”

Your bobs pick up in speed, his fist in your hair as he guides you to move the way he wants you to, your mouth and hand full of him, eyes squeezing shut from how hot this is.

Rafe gently bucks his hips forward as you suck and lick and moan, his cock getting even harder as he gets close to his orgasm.

“I need to get a towel or something,” he says through a strained whisper. You pull off, gazing up at him, putting your other hand on his bare thigh.

“I can swallow,” you promise.

It sends him over the edge. He puts his hand over yours, guiding his cock back into your mouth, and in only two more pumps, his gut tightens and he comes so hard that he sees stars.

He fills your mouth and you feel his hand go to your other hand, lacing his fingers in yours as he finishes with an intoxicating groan.

You pull off of him last time, sucking hard although your jaw is sore, taking everything he offered.

Rafe doesn’t waste a moment to collect you off the floor, cupping your jaw, breathlessly kissing your lips over and over, his chest heaving.

“Thank you,” he whispers, his words rushing out. “Not just for that. For being here. You made my night so much better, baby. I missed you so much.”

“Me, too,” you whisper. “You’re not mad I didn’t tell you?”

“Mad?” he echoes with a chuckle. “Slap me if I ever get mad at you for anything ever again.”

“I will never take you up on that offer,” you laugh.

Rafe smirks, his head swimming, his heart pounding, staring at you like you put the sun in the sky. Because to him, it feels like you did. You gave him light he always needed, showing him every day what it’s like to give his heart to someone who knows how to take care of it.

[melrosing]

Do you think Jaime actually feels remorse for pushing Bran?

god im sorry but i just find it baffling that there are people who think he doesn’t. genuinely baffling, i dont know what books they’re reading. there is to start with the fact that Jaime literally says he’s ashamed of it -

“I'm not ashamed of loving you, only of the things I've done to hide it. That boy at Winterfell . . ."

like idk how this could even be interpreted as anything other than remorse, so what is the issue?? that he doesn’t say it enough times?? and I think it really does come down to that for some people who just really struggle with the ‘show don’t tell’ of it all. for people who can follow ‘show don’t tell’, it will have been fairly apparent before this line that Jaime regrets what he did, and certainly clear afterwards.

the reason that the latter audience will pick it up is because they’ll have come to understand the style of Jaime’s internal narration, which tends to omit a great deal, or obscure true feelings behind facetious remarks. we never see Jaime say ‘I like and respect Brienne’ - in fact he continues to mentally insult her in AFFC. but - strangely! - when Ronnet does the same in front of him, Jaime strikes him. why does a man who internally insults Brienne care when someone else does it?? well we must surmise that despite what Jaime says or doesn’t say, something about his feelings have changed!! show. don’t. tell !!

so when Jaime suddenly comes out with the fact that he is ashamed of what he did to bran, despite never having said or even thought as much up to this point, the reader is meant to understand that Jaime has been doing this work, but owing to the style of his internal narration, we haven’t been partial to it! Jaime sometimes comes across as almost embarrassed by his better instincts, which is why he disguises them facetiously (observe his dialogue after rescuing Brienne from the bearpit, he almost wants her to believe he did it as a joke). it is in keeping with Jaime’s characterisation that he hasn’t just outright said ‘gosh I really shouldn’t have done that I feel terrible and would love to make it up to bran some kind of way!’

if you wait around for lines like that, you aren’t going to get them and you’re going to end up missing the story that’s taking place between the lines. you’re going to be so fixated on why jaime hasn’t stated his remorse in a style that appeased you, and miss the fact that Jaime’s arc is taking place because of his remorse.

so when Jaime said he had once wanted to be Arthur Dayne but became the Smiling Knight instead, what do people think he means?? what actions of his do they think Jaime is identifying as in befitting of the smiling knight rather than Arthur Dayne?? genuinely what do they think is going on???

[that-smallinjured-bowylamb]

Hello, nice person!

I’d like to ask for headcanons for Riddle, Deuce, Jade, Vil, Epel, Lilia, and Silver wherein they lose a bet with their lovely significant other and have to wear a maid’s dress that their S/O picks out for a week as payment for losing. If that’s too many characters for you to write or it’s too overwhelming, just Riddle, Deuce, Lilia, and Silver would be fine!

No pressure to answer this ask, take your time if you decide to write or feel free to ignore it! I just thought there’s no harm in asking!

Signed, 🫡🍞 (Soldier Loaf)

A/n: Hiii! Sorry if delayed! But ofc I'd love to put headcanons, Soldier Loaf !!! Lol, I was busy with my drawings, but I hope you enjoyed it! Oopsie, Loaf did you read my rules b4 asking?? Wheteves, I broke one of my own rules anyway 😔... 5 is the limit! I'll do the other ones in the next post (if I can)

💋🪽The winner takes it all, The loser gives it all💋🪽

Gender neutral, use of 'you'.

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Deuce Spade, Jade Leech, Lilia Vanrouge, Silver Vanrouge

Upcoming characters: Vil Scheonheit, Epel Felmier.

Genre: Romantic, fluff, relationship?? (Oops! I think you forgot to read the rules... it's okay! Riddle doesn't mind !! he'll let this slide :>)

Summary: He lost the bet, now he has to wear that maid dress you picked out for him. For a week straight. Oh dear.

Warning ⚠️: Grammer, OOC(?), my rules broke b4 I noticed it, not much to be warned abt except the use of 'you', Jade might be a little weird, slight cussy (my fav part of the day), it might be short, goodness there are a lot of unanswered asks in my inbox !!!

Riddle Rosehearts

Okay so maybe he shouldn't have accepted it, but he did anyways, I mean, your his s/o, of course, he'd accept your request. So when he lost? Never had he ever felt so much embarrassment. And the fact he had to wear a maid dress for a week.

Dear rose, he loves you, he really does. But what in the great queen of hearts are you making him out of this? What is the purpose, rose...

Please don't look at his face, he's clearly normal. No, he's not red, please stop teasing him already. If he hears his dormmates laughing? OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!

The view could only be for you, no one else. It'd be embarrassing. But hey, at least he looks adorable in one! It's those long skirt maid outfits, nothing too sexual. It's cute.

Yes, he does the thing. The heart thingy idk what to call it omg. BUT HE LOOKS SO HUGGABLE WITH HIS POUTT AKSJSJDJD

WISJDJJDNSKSJDNSNKWNDKDKSJBDCKJSNDKDJDJ-

Deuce Spade

Okay, so what he didn't expect was you to come by, ask him if he could play a game with you, it was a challenge, but he didn't knew. So, when you explained the rules, he was fueled to play. But the fact you were better than him in that game? Baffling. The fact he also had to wear a maid dress for a week was mad embarrassing. Are you and Ace trying to humiliate him behind the scenes???

The whole week he had to wear a maid dress to school, my bro looked less intimidating with the scowl. Oh, but the outfit was meant for you so dw, your lucky he loves you.

....Just don't expect him to wear that ever.

OMS NO HES NOT GOING TO SERVE YOU-

Jade Leech

Oya. You're quite brave, nagging him to play a silly game of yours. But, as you wish, dear~

As you explained the rules and how it works (buy let's say you were vague on some parts) I'm not sure how you fucking manage to make THE JADE LEECH LOSE but, whatever method works. So when he lost, he sighed. (<-he lost on purpose but he don't know what's coming)

Then you told him to wear a maid dress for a week. Aren't you brave? The fact your asking your boyfriend, no, a literal LEECH, to wear a maid dress?

Fuck yeah he's doing it, I mean he's a butler so why not switch the roles a little bit? So here he is, wearing a silly maid outfit he wasn't meant to wear (but have you seen those fanarts of him wearing it? Damn, he might be better than me) and yes, he is, at your service. Order him however you'd like.

And then he gets cuddles. Bc why not, love, love, soft Jade. (<-I will wait for the day someone tags me in a soft Jade fic lmao/hj)

Oh, but don't think you're off the hook, [Name]. It'll be his turn to win next time you ask. Fufufu~

Lilia Vanrouge (hi Hana 🩷)

Just know he might've been the one that asked you to play a challenge with him ngl. Knowing this guy is known for mischief, why not he play a little game with his precious bat, hmm?~ ♡

So when you agreed to play the game with him, he's excited, for very obvious reasons. Placing down the rules, getting prepared, and strategizing on how to win, you've managed somehow.

Anddd, after maybe 4-6 rounds non-stop (<-at the game) he... lost? Well, isn't this surprising? I wonder what you'll make him do!

In comes your devious plan to make him wear a maid outfit for a week. Well, what a peculiar challenge, but if that's what his precious bat wants, then he'll do it! All for you!~

So he comes to school the next day wearing a maid outfit, everyone is glancing at him, some mistaking him for a girl and tries to flirt with him, but no, he goes: "Ah, my apologies, but this is only reserved for my lovely s/o!~ So sorry, but, I am taken, by yours truly!" *Skips away with the truffle layers just bouncing* I swear his maid outfit is soo adorable I can't-

He shows up to your classroom all dressed in the outfit and was like, "Look! Look! Don't I look adorable???" Yes, you are Lils. No need to barge in during exams 🎀

But, nonetheless he just floats over you with the cute outfit (did I mentioned if the maid outfit had ribbons on the skirt?)

Yeah, that week wasn't him getting flustered, it was you. 🫶

Silver Vanrouge

So he fairly lost because he either didn't focus or just almost dozed off and was too late to do it the last second. He sighs and embraces for the dare that might embarrass him.

An smirking Lilia, dumbfounded Sebek, and astonished Malleus was all looking at Silver.

Wearing a maid outfit.

"...HUMAN! WHAT IS THIS!? WHY ARE YOU WEARING A MAID OUTFIT?? DO YOU KNOW HOW EMBARRASSING IT'LL BE FOR WAKA-" "Phahahhahahaha! Oh, dear Silver- *Wheeze*" "...How peculiar..." the three of them were laughing on the inside [<-except his father- Lilia, though] man, why must you do this to him?

He sleeps around campus the whole week he wore the outfit, it was embarrassing sure, but he's glad you were smiling at your own antics. You're lovely, and he'll let you do anything as long as you aren't hurt or sad by it.

He wonders if this is worth it, though. Oh well, it is. You smiled at it, he smiled at you. That's all that matters. Now, he'll just dream about his and your future together. Even in this outfit...

The End.

Enjoy this pic of Rook with hangers that he's using for practice. Idk what this guy is on.

[p-paradoxa]

thinking about how the events of rogue one started off as just another day for Cassian and the rebellion. just another mission (one with some heavy intel that had already cost lives, but that’s not really new).

and on that same tangent I think about Niya, the woman working in the Sienar test facility in the first episode of s2, and Cassian reassuring her that she’s “coming home to herself.”

and how this scene really enhances his “welcome home” line in R1, adjusting it from something almost familial and domestic, and kind of corny IMO— to something more meaningful about how Cassian understands radicalization and participation in revolution. that’s what home is to him.

and— before someone jumps me, this isn’t negative— to a point, Jyn was just another Niya to him, as well. that is not to say that they started off on the same foot, that she was already in the know and willing. but rather, that she was a younger woman, still growing into herself, observed by Cassian who was put in a position to support her and her decisions because he has already seen what it takes for people to act. it takes reassurance. he can like her and flirt with her but he may not have spent much time with her if the mission hadn’t gone that way, if he hadn’t made those decisions like the one not to shoot Galen, etc., or even if they had lived at the end. but her participation would have nevertheless been worth it all because it was for a greater cause. he’s used to interacting with people in this fleeting yet formative way, for the rebellion.

then obviously circumstances changed and they continued working together to the end and we can speculate about feelings and all that. which I am in agreement with but that’s not my point. it’s that: he’s met this kind of person before. she also reminds him of himself, and his sense of self is shaped by everyone that shaped his story and whose lives he shaped in turn. because prospective heroes are everywhere. we are everywhere. I have friends everywhere. the frontier of the rebellion is everywhere. and we can all be important parts of that, whether we are “home” just for a moment or for a few days or for years. and we are drawn to similiar people, we love to recognize patterns and rhymes, it came free with being human.

and likewise, soulmates are not a thing. but events can align just thus so that people find each other. and idk just. the way andor recontextuallzes Cassian’s relationships in R1 is much more interesting than thinking Cassian+Jyn are unique and that their politics just sprouted during the course of those 3 days and they had never seen anyone like each other and that they had never loved anyone like that before (see also: Bix) and that any one of them is singular. it’s more hopeful and realistic to me that they can be seen in anyone and anything, that they can appear again and again. real people we meet in our lives are like that, too. and like how these characters just happened to end up in each other’s arms when they did. you could argue that the Force willed them together, but if you can interpret the Force as something that drives the narrative and how the characters act, the same is true of everyone including everyone in andor leading up to R1. and what the tv show did was clarify that anyone can find their way home, too.

[nerdyenby]

Just saw Thunderbolts*!!!!!! (Spoilers)

The really killed Taskmaster (I legit don’t even know her name and I’m upset about it) after ONE line of dialogue. They had a protagonist with a facial difference and a 50/50 gender ratio and then they fucked it immediately. I’m genuinely pissed.

Otherwise, I really loved this movie

Note that I’m coming at this film as a marvel fan with a degree in psychology. Overall I think the depression was handled well but holy crap would I have appreciated a tw for rampant suicide attempt bait because that was wild

Speaking of, I really appreciate the motif of Yelena closing her eyes when she’s ready to die contrasted with the end when she does the same expression but opens her eyes and smiles just a little

I also really appreciated how Bob had to save himself. He needed that external support, but you can’t fight someone else’s demons for them. I also liked the moment where he almost lost himself to it. So often to we get so fed up with our mental illness that we resort to self-destruction, but as much as that anger may be justified, it isn’t productive. Hating yourself is doing that darkness’s work for it, what’s most effective if acknowledging it, trying to accept it, and getting support when you need it.

The theme of being alone together is just so!!!

I thought Bucky and Yelena were gonna be co-protagonists but this was Yelena’s movie and I am 100% okay with that. Bucky is a chronic side character at this point, and Yelena deserves this spotlight. Bucky finding himself in a leader/mentor role is so funny because you can see the moments when he realizes people are looking to him for answers and he’s just like “… me? Shit.” It’s great, I love that it seems like we’re heading towards Yelena being the head of that group with Bucky being her advisor. He’s got a lot to add, but don’t expect him to say more than three sentences at a time, and sure as hell don’t expect him to explain anything /aff

Idk how they managed to make John somewhat likable but he kinda got there in the end. Yes, he’s still an asshole and he probably always will be, but he’s an asshole who’s learning how to put his ego aside to help his new friends and that’s pretty cool

Also!! I loved how absurdly overpowered Sentry is, especially as an antagonist for this group in particular. For vast majority of this movie, you can almost forget what universe we’re in. Most of our protags are just really talented assassins who may or may not have a bit of super strength on the side. They’re crazy good at what they do and this movie does a great job of showcasing that, which makes it all the more impactful when Sentry wipes the floor with them without even trying. There’s no conceivable way for this group to beat someone that powerful, and that hopelessness really lends itself to the overall story being told here. There is no way out, there is no winning this fight, the only option is the sacrifice play — the only victory is through empathy and appealing to the humanity of the person you’re facing.

I love Mel, we stan a queen who isn’t too deep in to be complacent when shit toes the line into truly malicious and unacceptable behavior

Alexei and Yelena’s dynamic was everything btw. I don’t have anything to add really, I just love them

Also I’ve been avoiding marvel news and trailers and all that for years now so I don’t have many expectations (or spoilers) going in, so I genuinely didn’t even stop to consider how this group would meet until the movie started. It’s so obvious that they’d be hired to kill each other, but I didn’t see it coming and that scene was so much more fun for it. I’m obsessed with that fight scene in the vault, it has excellent fight choreography that showcases everyone’s skills, while also allowing for fun character moments that never slow the story or feel contrived. It’s just a blast and I think they really nailed the balance between plot, cool shots, and laying down the foundations for the group’s dynamic

I’m almost done I promise!! I just cannot post about this movie without talking about the climax. Everything about the “shame maze” was so well executed. Not only did it give us an abundance of insight into different characters throughout the movie, but also it was so beautifully shot and constructed. I lost my shit when Yelena ran into the wall the first time, and realizing that it these moments of pure pain and regret were repeating themselves tore me to shreds. Yelena trying to stop it — trying to protect Anya — then covering her younger self’s eyes in the next memory broke my heart. The visuals of this sequence went so hard, and it was just all-around masterful

And just because I haven’t said it yet!! Ava was an absolute gem the entire time, I want more of her on my desk by Monday

[noctiva]

OMG LIU?!? HELL YEAH!!!

My brain went wild, ok?

I can just imagine corruption kink + virgin male reader who is like really suppressed gay and is super religious but Liu just kinda waltzes in the church and stays with him afterwards.

He not-so-sneakily wraps his arm around his shoulder and asks him some like life altering questions about morality and shit. Then it somehow comes to the subject of relationships and it’s like-

You got a girlfriend? - no. - Boyfriend?

And the reader just FLIPS! The whole like, why would you even suggest that? Thats gross! Etc.

At that point they’re both standing up, butLiu reads him like a fucking book: “why are you getting so defensive?”

(After reader tries explaining but they’re not really giving a direct answer)

“You want a boyfriend, don’t you?”

“Because you have given me every reason other than that you are attracted to women. Is it because of this (gesturing to the building/church)? Do you think God will smite thee if you kiss a dude?”

Reader is scrambling! He’s trying to come up with a good response but he’s like ruby red flushed. He ultimately says “because it’s wrong. God says it’s wrong…” and is about to keep going, but Liu just kisses him to shut him up.

The reader *gasp* likes it!!

I kissed a boy and I liked it~

When Liu backs off he says, “did that feel wrong? Why would God offer something as innocent as love just to gate-keep who may partake in it?”

Reader is speechless. But Liu keeps going!

In Hebrews 11, it says, ‘There is pleasure in sin for a season.’

As he’s talking he’s backing the reader into the backside of one of the pews so that he’s leaning over them…

In Psalms 21, it says that God gives us our hearts desires

He gets even closer, faces mere centimetres apart-

That he doesn’t hold back any requests

They’re basically kissing- their lips just almost touching!

So, tell me, love, what is it you desire? I may not be God, but I might fulfil your request.

(Reader has slowly gotten hard over this entire interaction because of the close proximity and that he is oh-so-gay)

Reader is stammering, not knowing what to do here- but Liu basically calls him out, reader gets flustered again…

Something Something “in life, you are god, you make your own rules” bum bum something along the lines of “let me show you how to worship” blah blah reader receives blowjob herp derp drops that he’s a virgin something something Liu corruption kink

Uhhhh idk I’m a lil tired lol

YEOWZA! THIS HITS! CORRUPTION KINK + RELIGIOUS ALLEGORIES??? this is calling my name. ohhhhhhh I’m fanning myself just thinking about it Liu taking the scripture that reader abides by so heavily and just throwing it right back in his face in a way that makes it impossible to protest oughhhhhh

And it’s so much worse bc he’s doing all of this in God’s house, no less. Giving in to his each and every desire right in front of the crucifix YOOOOOOOOOO the internal war between what he thinks is right and feels right?? Liu just breaking him down until he’s clutching at the pew and breaking into a sweat??? I’m going batty I’m going SO FUCKING NUTTY

[fourteentrout]

For @nameless-acotar-weekend ! I totally forgot the dates for it and I didn’t have time to work on anything up before hand, but I really wanted to include my design for Thesan’s Lover! I’ve named him Adonto, and in addition to being the Captain of the Peregryn Fleet, I like to think that he has some kind of lordly title as well. I kind of like the sound of Lord General or Lord Captain of the Dawn Court

I also have some headcanons for Adonto and Thesan. I think they’d have kind of a sun/moon, black cat/golden retriever vibe. Based on appearances and their public demeanors, people assume Thesan is the golden retriever of the couple and Adonto is the black cat, but really it’s the other way around, and also a lot more blurred than people like to imagine. They’re both very cold, calculating, and level-headed in their professional lives, and when they appear together in public, you wouldn’t even necessarily think that they’re together (unless you notice the way they seem to be able to communicate just with glances, the way Adonto’s feathers bristle and puff up and the way he crosses his arms and stares over Thesan’s shoulder whenever anyone talks to the high lord in any way).

When they’re alone, though, Adonto is VERY lovey-dovey. Hug-from-behind typa guy, always coming up with nicknames for his High Lord. “My Rising Sun” “My Dawn Star” “Jewel of the East” my love, my darling, beautiful, gorgeous. All with variants in the Peregryn language, if it exists, which it should. Thesan doesn’t reciprocate all the fluffy affection, but I like to think that when it comes to sex, he initiates more often. He also would die for Adonto, and kill for him, and everything in between. Adonto is automatically in a protector position, so I like to think that he doesn’t says realize how much that trait is reciprocated by Thesan. But if he catches anybody even looking at Adonto for too long, uh oh, suddenly they have a cold they can’t shake for weeks, or a nasty stomach bug, something that Fae usually wouldn’t contract, nevermind in the Court known for its healing remedies. (Idk I think it’d be cool if thesans powers could work in both directions.) Adonto is perhaps a little more obvious about his protective streak. Piercing glares, maybe even some growling or snarling if he gets really ticked off. But that sharp yellow gaze is often enough to disarm any offender.

I dont really know what’s going on with his fit tbh. I thought the leather strap thing just looked cool, and I imagine Dawn Court daytime fashion being very flowy and robe-based, so I just threw some cloth on him and called it a day. Also ignore the fact that I forgot to give him nips. Maybe peregryns don’t have nips. Maybe they lay eggs. Who’s to say.

[initforthethrill]

First time asking kind of nervous lol

Also , for the future, is there anything you wouldn’t do? Like rules or something? Maybe I missed it but I didn’t see anything that lined out the Do’s and the Don’ts.

Anyway! What about an Ex-Wife Cate? Maybe there’s still love between you and her but it’s hard to find it because of personal stubbornness or what not.

Kind of Bitchy Ex-Wife Cate? The kind of Ex-Wife that you’d probably make a “I hate my wife” joke about. Maybe something still tethers you to her, whether it be a kid or public reputation? Maybe it’s some sort of famous messy relationship, you both swear up and down you hate eachother and yet you can’t stop talking about the other.

Idk, it’s hard to wrangle all my thoughts into one cohesive and totally not vague ask 😭, I really hope this is easy to understand but I totally get it if it’s not.

Again your bots are very fun and I like them a lot. Take your time , best of luck 👍

omg hi welcome, anon<3 don't be nervous, i promise i don't bite hehe...happy to have you here!!!

you're right, i've never outlined a dos/don'ts for requests before receiving this ask...honestly, i didn't really expect to have so much positive interaction to the point people even wanted to request anything lol but this is the perfect reminder to include a section in my masterlist FAQ for this exact reason :)

so, here is the link to my rules !

as for your request. i love love love ex-wife cate! she's kinda lowkey giving emily/hope from a simple favor...

i have a currently unpublished ex-wife!cate bot that's along the same lines :) and don't worry, i totally understand what you're saying and i'm sure i can riff off your thoughts for a few more ex-wife cate bots hehe but in the meantime—since you're so kind—have some headcanons<3

bitter and bitchy ex-wife!cate who still loves you

ex-wife!cate is the kind of ex-wife who corrects your grammar mid-argument and then reminds you—loudly—that she taught you how to hold a fork properly. she also still signs texts with your hyphenated last name just to piss you off.

ex-wife!cate who always finds a way to mention you—usually in the form of a backhanded compliment or a "funny little story" that goes viral on twitter for being accidentally romantic—whenever she's on a talkshow.

ex-wife!cate who publicly plays into the long-running pr disaster that was considered your relationship—messy, scandalous, tabloid bait—but privately still wears the necklace you gave her for your third wedding anniversary and gets quiet every time someone asks if she’s dating again. (the answer is always no)

ex-wife!cate who sends you flowers every year on the anniversary of your divorce with a fourth of july themed card that says “happy independence day 🥂”.

ex-wife!cate who still refers to you as “my wife” in conversation, then immediately corrects herself like it was an honest mistake. “my wife—well, ex. temporarily. legally. technically. you get it.”

ex-wife!cate who has never taken your last name off her mailbox. claims it’s for the kid’s sake. also claims you don't deserve the effort it would take to scrape the label off.

ex-wife!cate who texts you every time you post something vague and emotional with some variation of: “that wasn’t about me, right?” followed by “actually don’t answer. i don’t care.” (she 100% cares. her screen time report is humiliating.)

ex-wife!cate who once made a custom wine label that said “divorced but delicious” and gifted it to you at a party, in front of everyone.

ex-wife!cate whose dating history post-divorce is mostly blonde younger versions of herself, and everyone—including you—has noticed.

exwife!cate who ends up calling you every time she's drunk. sometimes to yell. sometimes to flirt. sometimes to say nothing at all. (“i hate you,” she whispered once, softer than she meant to. “goodnight.”)

exwife!cate who still calls you up whenever the house has an issue. it starts when you absentmindedly fixed something around the house when you came to pick up your kid. she absolutely abuses this, weaponizing "urgent" domestic crises that are barely inconveniences just to summon her hot, handy ex-wife like she’s ordering takeout. some of her famous hits (read: ridiculous but completely serious "emergencies")

“the faucet is dripping.” you get there expecting a flood. it’s one drop every thirty minutes. cate’s in silk, sipping wine, like “it’s driving me insane. please. i haven’t slept.” “my smoke alarm won’t stop beeping.” turns out it just needs new batteries. cate doesn’t own a step stool. or a screwdriver. or shame, apparently. “the wifi’s out.” it’s not. cate just “forgot” the password and says she can’t think straight when she’s “in distress.” (she could’ve texted. she didn’t.) “i think there’s something wrong with the window.” you arrive and cate dramatically gestures at a smudge of bird poop. “it’s ruining the ambience,” she insists. “the light bulb in the hallway died.” you're like, “...so change it?” cate blinks slowly and says “that’s not my love language.” and really that's your fault for assuming she'd have a latter when she still doesn't own a step stool. “the wine fridge is making a weird noise.” you crouch down to listen. cate sighs deeply from the kitchen island and goes, “it’s probably just lonely.” “i can’t get this jar open.” it’s pickles. she doesn’t want the pickles. she just wants your forearms and that little grunt you do. “the bed’s making a creaking sound.” you're like, “okay...?” cate tilts her head and murmurs, “want to help me test it?”

now she makes it a point to stand there in her robe, arms crossed, pretending to be unimpressed while her heart absolutely stutters at the sight of you in a backwards cap, grunting over a wrench. there's also a running list of potential fake emergencies in her Notes app. “for leverage. for diplomacy. for womanhood.”

ex-wife!cate who starts wearing the perfume you used to like. not for you. just because. (definitely not because you paused mid-sentence last week and said you remembered that smell.)

ex-wife!cate who begins keeping little tabs on your life again. just casually. an Instagram like here, a mutual friend interrogation there. she starts showing up at events she used to skip. it’s subtle. (it’s not subtle.)

ex-wife!cate who goes completely silent for a full thirty seconds before saying "don't be ridiculous" when your kid asks if mommy is in love with mama again. then she kisses their forehead and stares off like she’s in a french film.

ex-wife!cate who leans in too close one night when you co-host a birthday party, gets wine drunk, and murmurs “we were stupid good at being in love.” then she walks away like she didn’t just ruin both their evenings.

ex-wife!cate who refuses to learn your new girlfriend's name. she calls her “what’s-her-face” or “intern barbie” or—when she’s feeling generous—“your plus-one.”

ex-wife!cate who shows up at drop-offs looking ridiculously hot. lip gloss, heels, designer sunglasses. “it’s called setting a precedent,” she mutters when your kid asks why she’s wearing a blazer to school pickup.

ex-wife!cate who posts cryptic Instagram captions like “you never get over your favorite song.” everyone knows it’s about you. including you. especially you.

ex-wife!cate who is so nice it’s terrifying when she meets your new girlfriend at a function for the first time. too polite. too smiling. “you have such a…natural look. that takes confidence.”, she says, sipping wine and adjusting her wedding ring that she still wears sometimes. for fashion, of course. she eventually cracks and texts you at 1:43am: “is she good to you?” followed by “don’t answer that.” followed by “unless you want to.”

ex-wife!cate who leaves her wedding ring on during parent-teacher conferences just to see if you notice. and when you show up without yours, cate sighs loudly and says, “you always were so good at quitting.”

ex-wife!cate who insists on being called “the ex-wife” instead of “my ex.” not a wife. the wife. she earned that title and she’ll be damned if it goes unused.

[batboopp]

as much as I love batgirl 2024, I have to admit the lack of Barbara Gordon mentions in the whole series so far, especially with the first arc having such a big theme of motherhood/daughterhood and the things that comes with it, makes me soo sad. Barbara was the first person Cass actually considered as a mother! Barbara, although she wasn’t the best at it at first, truly did try to understand and love Cass unconditionally even when she was separated from the Bat mantle! And that panel where Cass overhears Barbara tell Dick that she doesn’t know how to really care for Cass could’ve been the perfect parallel to the whole “is a Mother just being connected by blood? No, Something more is owed/Being a daughter is more than being connected by blood” lines that Cass says in the last (current) issue because Barbara, though she did not physically bring Cass into this world, has sacrificed SO much for her, and in return Cass gave so much back.

[turtleblogatlast]

I think a lot about Leo’s tendency to push his way into the spotlight despite clearly being a natural in the shadows. Hell, you could argue that his worst moments are when he’s forcing himself onstage, and his best are when he does things no one notices until it’s already been done.

[lemonyinks]

Because they are on my mind, please accept one of my favorite Wangxian moments of all time.

Chapter 87

In my opinion, this is one of the most important Wangxian scenes in the whole novel. It is very special to me. It made me tear up when I was doing my read through.

Time and time again, Wei Wuxian has fallen, he's gotten hurt, people have failed him. The people who were supposed to be there for him have either left, he's lost them tragically, or they've betrayed him at some point in his life. His life has been one of loneliness and loss.

He has never had someone who he could rely on so heavily. He has never had a solid safety net before, someone on equal footing to him that he could fall back on and rely on. If anything he has spent his entire life being a safety net for other people. He has spent his whole life being strong for others.

Now, however, Lan Wangji is that safety net for him.

For the first time in his life, he has someone to truly catch him when he falls. He can let himself fall and still be safe. That "thank you" isn't just about Lan Wangji catching him after he fell from the tree, its about everything.

[autumnoakes]

okay but going back to zagreus and melinoë for a second... i think when they meet they're going to have a LOT to work on with each other if they're going to get along. zagreus likes to push boundaries and he doesn't like leaving things unresolved if there's something he can do about it and melinoë is a LOT like hades in so many ways (temperment and sometimes her tone in particular). they're going to get on each others' nerves. they're going to drive each other up the wall. they're going to need time to get to know each other and understand each other and they might not get the chance to during hades 2 (what with mel's task seeming pretty nonstop. i know she's a goddess but girl don't you get tired???).

[tetraandtheapples]

Erm!! I did more art!!!!!! My art style is so inconsistent I want to draw more realistically but I'm goofy goober at my core....... Gehahahaha

Also???? Pony Error under cut??????? (and a few error sketches!) Hidden slightly because I'm still a bit unsure about the design RAHH

I think it'd be cool if he had strings all over his body like he was some mangled stupid hasbro official pony plushie...... but the strings were like insanely last minute LMAO so I want to redo it again with that in mind.... when the pony takes me over again.

Transcript for Pony Info (because my handwriting is a bit messy)

PONY INFO!

Strings run along entire body

Used to have a cutie mark, but the file is "lost"

Horn sparks & glitches dangerously when using magic

-> Not harmful to him, but strong emotions can cause it to flare up (basically when the horn starts fuzzing a lot you know he's close to a full-on reboot)

Whatever the hell this thing is core -> (pic of very stupid looking Hasbro official Princess Twilight Sparkle plushie with brushable hair!!!! Batteries not included)

↓ WARNING!!! STUPID IDIOT BELOW!!!!!!! 🆘🆘🆘🆘🆘⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☢️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️☣️🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢 ↓

[kami-kun1003]

TWST fic writers stop reducing Silver’s entire personality to just “sleepy boy who falls asleep all the time and is sooooo sleepy and tired and did i mention he sleeps a lot and also he loves his dad” challenge (impossible) (gone wrong)

[moldy-flowers]

The interesting experience of being pro Sasuke, anti konoha, pro tobirama, anti Naruto ending, pro Sasusaku, anti Itachi, pro Sakura, anti SasuNaru, pro Tobirama×Izuna, anti Madara, pro karin, anti Orochimaru, pro Uchiha and anti Hashirama. And also as much as I hate the guy danzo was kind of hot when he was younger...