#let’s do this chiefs

[httpiastri]

my prediction of the night is that. patrick will have a good game because my best friend had a good game today and she’s number 15 too... makes sense, no? 😶

[sabotourist]

You see there's a crucial difference between Spartans and Freelancers. Between their fucking insanity.

Spartans were indoctrinated as children. They are finely curated artisan crazy.

Freelancers are the results of some people looking around for the most fucked up individuals they could find and cherry picking the most batshit headcases possible.

See, it's artisanal insanity versus fully organic insanity.

Both results in people willing to jump out of airplanes or whatever.

[jvnart]

✨️🐺🐢✨️

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[andorshitdaily]

WE HAVE OUR WINNERS!!!

Thank you all for voting in this gigantic tournament and making your voices heard on all your favorite quotes and lines from this show absolutely chock full of banger lines.

Without further ado.....in third place 🥉, a philosopher who needs no introduction:

In second place 🥈, a real underdog and the only line in the tournament not spoken in Basic:

And of course, the champion 🏆🥇. Could it have been anything else?

Congrats to the winners and congrats to us for having so many incredible options to choose from! Looking forward to more next season!

[thetinylittlespider]

Ok so, little stupid here.

You find a wild tiny, thet cant communicate to you, but you manage to build some trust in them, you let them in your home, show them you are a good person, they are safe...

They see your home as a paradise, food, security, supplies, limitless, and of course...your friendship...Over the days you both spend nice afternoons, they move into your walls, perhaps even free to roam the kitchen...

And one day, when you are giving the signal for them to come and get some food...they decided it was cool to tell their clan about you and this place.

And you get to see some shit like this:

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Miss Demeanor

[A/N: So I ended up envisioning reader as Aaron’s sugar baby from Dinner and a Show who’s now graduated and officially moved in as His Girl :’) Can definitely be read as a standalone, but they just seemed to fit this one!

Pls enjoy this smut with the tiniest hint of plot that magically flew out of my fingers this evening (when I should have been studying l o l)]

You love your boyfriend. Adore him, really. Infatuation is unhealthy, sure, and you’ll tell Jack as such when he gets to the age where he starts becoming interested in dating, but you can’t help that your sun rises and sets with his dad. The man is the ultimate protector, partner, father, and lover. He’s everything you could’ve ever dreamed of and more.

But right now, you kind of want to strangle him with one of his stupid ties.

“Aaron,” you groan, sounding about as old as your little Hotchner currently is (eight, by the way, and suddenly too cool to snuggle with you during movie nights). Taking several plates out of the dishwasher, you stack them together and place them in the cabinet before trying again. “Baby, you just got home last night. Can’t you take one day off to spend with your girl?”

“Honey,” he sighs, mouth molding into a frown as he takes the clean mugs from you and arranges them on their designated shelf. “I just need to finish up some paperwork and then a quick consult with the New York field office.”

“No, no, I get it,” you respond softly, closing the dishwasher before crossing your arms and jutting out your lower lip with a dramatic sniffle to top it off. “I see where your priorities lie.”

“Hey now,” he coos, giving in to your little charade. With two short strides, he’s engulfing you in his arms, pressing you against his chest as his fingers run through your hair. “At least I’m working from home, right?” His voice rumbles through you from where you’re tucked into his large frame and you smile at the sensation, fisting his navy blue t-shirt in your hands and trying to draw him even closer as you take a big inhale of his intoxicating smell.

“Mm, I guess so,” you concede. “It’s just that…” You trail off, letting your hands roam further south until they’re planted firmly on his ass.

“Oh,” your boyfriend chuckles warmly, the sound sending a thrill through you. He hoists you up onto the counter before nuzzling his nose into the curve of your neck and you let out a whimper. “Jack’s with his aunt so you want to play, hm?”

You throw your head back to grant him more access, and the very fact that you can feel Aaron’s hand already in place to protect you from the wooden cabinet sends a flood of warmth between your legs. He presses a line of languid kisses along the hollow of your throat, and you begin panting in earnest. “Please, my love,” you whine, tugging at the short hairs at the nape of his neck. “Missed you so much.”

You feel two fingers prodding at your lips as he continues his assault on your neck, and you immediately open your mouth to let him in. The distinct taste that is Aaron bursts across your tongue, and you release a wanton moan as you swirl your tongue around the thick digits. Drawing your legs up, you cross your ankles behind his back and shamelessly rut against him, a high-pitched keen escaping past your lips when he rolls his hips in tandem with yours.

Aaron’s cellphone rings in his office, sounding a million miles away and yet loud enough to pierce your bubble. He detaches his lips from your neck with a groan, reaching behind his back to unhook your ankles. Pressing his mouth against yours in a tender kiss, he murmurs, “Just a couple hours, sweet girl. Be good for me, okay?”

You watch in utter disbelief as boyfriend Aaron morphs into Unit Chief Hotchner before your very eyes with a quick adjustment of his grey sweatpants and clearing of his throat. You’re still seated on the countertop, panting and flustered as all hell, when you hear his voice carrying from the other room, low and gruff and oh so sexy. “Hotchner.”

You decide in that moment that you most definitely will not be good for him.

You hop off the counter and pad down the hallway into the master bedroom, digging through the top drawer of the dresser until you find what you’re looking for- Aaron’s favorite purple lingerie set. Shucking off your pajama shorts and oversized t-shirt, you slip into the lacy fabric, appreciating the way it hugs your every curve in the full length mirror by your closet. You judiciously apply your cherry blossom-scented lotion to your freshly shaved legs and splash a touch of perfume along your pulse points for good measure. After all, your perfect man is ultimately just that: a man.

Satisfied with your work, you snag the button down Aaron had discarded last night and drape it over your body as the finishing touch. Tugging the collar tighter around you, you take a deep whiff of his cologne, and the smell of him alone sends another wave of arousal coursing through your veins. You continue down the hall, pausing at the threshold of his office to ensure he’s off the phone before knocking on the doorframe. “Aaron?”

“Yes, angel, I- christ.” He swivels in his chair to face you, the rest of his sentence catching in his throat at the sight of you, and your lips quirk up in a grin.

“Remember the day I bought this for you?” He swallows thickly and drops his head into a nod, a gleam in his darkening eyes. Taking slow, deliberate steps toward him, you shimmy his shirt over your shoulders until it bunches at the crook of your elbows and stand before him on display. “You remember what we did that night?”

“Of course I do,” he says, his voice a tantalizing growl. “Do you remember when I told you to be good for me ten minutes ago?”

You hum, tapping your index finger against your chin as if in deep thought before responding, “Mm mm. Nope.”

His jaw ticks ever so slightly, and he pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue. You can see him warring between rewarding your patience while he was away and punishing your blatant defiance now. Finally, he makes up his mind and pats the thick muscle of his thigh twice.

You cross the remainder of the room between you with a giggle, happily clambering into his lap and letting out a moan of delight when your aching core brushes against the growing bulge in his sweatpants. He traces the lace along the swell of your breasts with one finger, and you arch up into his expert touch. “What exactly do you want, naughty thing?”

You mouth hungrily at his neck, sucking at the soft skin there and moaning at his taste. Aaron winds his hand around your neck, tightening his grip as leverage to pull you back and you cry out, more so in pleasure than the tinge of pain. “I have to scruff you like a fucking cat to get you to focus,” he laughs darkly, the sound instantly making you feel small and submissive. He releases you from his hold, instead shifting his hand to cup your face and allowing you to nuzzle against his palm. “Answer my question.”

“Want to feel you, Daddy. Want you to fill me up, please, please, I need it.”

“Do you want me to fill you up here?” He slides his thumb past your parted lips and you suck on it greedily. Then he runs the wet digit down your body, between the valley of your breasts, along your stomach, swirling his thumb around your button once before pressing the pad of it against the wet spot of your panties. You let out a needy whimper and he murmurs, “Or do you want me to fill you up here, Princess?”

“Well,” you manage to puff out between your panting as you rut against the pressure of his finger, “you work so hard, Daddy. I thought I could be a good girl and keep your- ugh fuck- cock warm while you finish.”

“How thoughtful of you,” he croons softly, and you glow with pride. “Do you think you can sit still for that long?” You nod eagerly and abruptly halt the rocking of your hips, determined to show him just how patient you can be. “That’s my good girl,” he murmurs against your mouth, tugging your bottom lip between his teeth until you cry out. “Fuck, I love you.”

Your heart swells at the unbidden confession. Carding your fingers through his hair, you kiss the tip of his nose before nipping at it and muttering back, “I love you more.”

He hits you with one of those knee-buckling, thousand-watt smiles before shaking his head, the dominant mask falling back into place. “Sit up for me, Princess.”

You raise yourself up on your knees on either side of his legs, just enough for Aaron to shift his sweatpants down and free his hardened length. Your mouth waters instantly at the sight, and without breaking eye contact with him, you let your saliva fall past your lips and onto the head of his cock before spreading it with your hand. His head falls back and his mouth drops open at the feeling of your soft skin on his aching hard on. Virtual sex is a life saver when Aaron’s across the country on a case, but nothing, nothing beats the real thing. “I need to be inside of you now, baby,” he rasps out, and you’re quick to oblige, pulling your slick panties aside and sinking down on his length. You let out a sound that can only be described as pornographic, and you feel his dick swelling even more inside you in response. Taking a stuttered breath, you tighten your walls around him experimentally and gasp when he grips your hips with a sudden ferocity. “Don’t.”

Nestling down further in his lap, you lock your arms behind his back and tuck your face into his neck. “I’ll be good, I promise.”

He presses a kiss to the crown of your head, and then you hear the telltale shuffling of loose papers on the desk. Your eyelids flutter closed, and you fall into a dreamless sleep consumed by everything that is Aaron…

“Aaron.”

“Aaron?”

“I’m here, just grabbing the case file.”

You rouse from your nap to the sound of tinny voices coming through Aaron’s work laptop, and you’re overcome by a feeling of emptiness. Blinking away the haze of sleep, you find yourself on the couch in your boyfriend’s office underneath a plush blanket. The blinds are open, soft midday light filtering into the room obscuring your view of the faces on the call. The voices are unfamiliar to you as well, and you recall Aaron mentioning the New York field office. Twisting your wrist to get a look at the time, you grumble, “A couple hours, my ass.” Slipping out from underneath the blanket, you ease onto all fours on the floor to stay out of the camera’s view. You crawl across the short distance to Aaron’s desk, trying to squeeze into the space between his legs and blushing when you hear him clear his throat. He rolls back a few inches so you can settle underneath the desk, then raises one eyebrow in question when you look up at him, doe-eyed and innocent. You mime zipping your lips and he nods, then returns his attention to the screen and presses a hand against his face to cover his mouth before confirming, “I’m muted. What are you doing?”

“Taking what’s mine,” you state matter-of-factly, pulling his chair further under the desk before tugging his sweats down enough to reach your coveted prize.

“Y/N,” he growls low, a warning.

“Focus on your consult, SSA Hotchner,” you simper, licking a languid stripe along the vein on the underside of his cock. He takes a measured breath before you hear his voice, calm as ever. “Yes, we have some notes on the profile. It’s likely your unsub has a previous history of…”

You let his words fade into the background, focusing all of your attention on sucking his cock as slowly and quietly as possible. The dull ache between your legs and your extended nap mean you decidedly did not get the reunion fuck you deserve, and your goal now is to push Aaron’s resolve to its limits. He wants to make you wait? Two can play at that game.

Starting at the base of his cock, you press gentle, teasing kisses along his length until you reach the tip, then suckle at the head and dip your tongue into the slit to gather his precum. It takes every ounce of your willpower to keep quiet, especially given how utterly desperate you’ve been for a taste of Aaron since the moment he left for this last case. Above you, papers rustle as he flips through the case file and continues lamenting about sociopath this and devolving nature of the crimes that, but his dominant hand makes its way under the desk to grasp your hair tightly and pull. You lower your mouth further onto his cock to muffle your cry of pain and Aaron’s hips stutter, forcing the tip to brush against the back of your throat. Tears spring to your eyes and you dig your nails into the meat of Aaron’s thighs, willing yourself to tamp down the cough threatening to escape.

He shifts his hand to the back of your head, holding you down as he subtly shifts his hips and effectively fucks your throat. The power he holds over you coupled with the assault on your senses clouds your mental acuity, and you let one of your hands fall between your legs to pleasure yourself as Aaron uses your body. The heel of your palm brushes over your sensitive clit, and you moan reflexively. It’s not quite audible, but the vibration has Aaron’s cock twitching against the column of your throat and you know that he’s close.

“Excuse me for one moment, let me just see what has my dog whining.”

You process his words just as Aaron pulls back from the desk, his dick slipping from between your lips as you actually let out a whine at the intimation that you’re his bitch. Tugging his pants down further, you kiss along his muscular legs, nearly delirious with need.

“Y/N,” he snaps, and you look up at him with wide eyes, absolutely ruined. He beckons you closer with one finger and you move forward, crying out sharply when the palm of his hand makes contact with the soft skin of your cheek. “Oh fuck,” you moan wantonly. “Do that again.”

“You’re such a little whore,” he laughs, equal parts awed and exasperated. “We’re almost done here. Be good for me and then I’ll fuck you the way you deserve, Princess. Deal?”

A smile threatens to split your face in half and you nod eagerly, adding a, “Yes, sir,” for good measure.

“Good girl,” he praises softly, caressing your reddened cheek. “Open.” You oblige happily, taking in a deep breath through your nose as Aaron settles back in your throat underneath the desk. “And for Christ’s sake, behave.” You hear two clicks of the mouse and realize he’s put his camera and mic back on. Sitting back on your haunches, you rest your cheek against Aaron’s thigh and slowly, lovingly bob your head along his length, closing your eyes and savoring the taste of him as his soothing voice fills the room. His deft fingers massage your scalp and you imitate the motion with your own hands, one kneading his free thigh, the other caressing his balls. Finally, mercifully, you hear a chorus of thank you for your time and we look forward to working with the BAU again, and Aaron’s laptop clicks shut with a sense of finality.

“Okay, baby girl,” he calls, “come on out.”

You crawl out from under the desk, licking your lips at the image before you, a jungle cat on the prowl. “Can we play now, Daddy?”

He lazily fists his cock, clearly toying with you, and you watch his every movement with rapt attention. “I have half a mind to punish you for that stunt you pulled, you know.”

“I won’t say no to a good punishment,” you simper, nuzzling against his leg and obediently sucking on the head of his cock when he guides it toward your eager mouth.

“But,” he continues, “I made you a deal.” Aaron draws in a sharp breath when you redouble your efforts, sucking harder and moaning unabashedly now that you don’t have to remain quiet anymore. “Baby,” he pants, “fuck, Princess, I-” The rest of his thought dies on his lips and his jaw falls slack as he finally gives in to you. You draw out his release for as long as you can, happy little mewls from you at the taste of him on your tongue joining Aaron’s filthy praise. He takes your hand and guides you up toward him, your legs on either side of his as you straddle his lap in an exact image of where you started this morning.

Cradling your face in his large hands, Aaron pulls you in for a deep kiss, a possessive growl rumbling deep in his throat at the way you melt against him. “I hope you enjoyed your nap, little one,” he murmurs, running his fingers through your hair before pressing a chaste kiss to the corner of your mouth, “because that’s the only sleep you’re getting today.”

———

AH tags 🖤: @gothwifehotchner

[itbeguilttriptime]

AU where Beetlejuice and Lydia are rival ace investigative reporters working for different top newspapers. Beetlejuice writes for The Deceased Dispatch and Lydia writes and does photography for the The Spectral Spectator. They’re always trying to beat each other to the best ghostly/grisly stories abouts hauntings and exorcisms and monsters on the loose. More often than not, they have to team up for dangerous assignments. They have grudging respect (and sexual tension) for each other.

[jackfromthefairytale]

artists featured on bad omens' concrete jungle [the ost] + genres

poppy (v.a.n): post-genre, with elements of art pop, nu metal, industrial, experimental, electronic, metalcore, electro-pop synth-pop, grunge...

health (the drain): industrial, sludge, noise rock, experimental rock

swarm (the drain): edm, industrial edm, edm-metal

bob vylan (terms & conditions): grime, punk rock, hip-hop, rap-rock

wargasm [uk] (hedonist [recharged]): electro-punk, nu metal, post-hardcore

erra (anything > human): technical progressive metal(core), melodic metalcore, jesse cash co-wrote/co-produced artificial suicide, what do you want from me? and more from this upcoming album

iRis.EXE (nervous system): industrial goth rock, electro-pop

thousand below (artificial suicide [unzipped], the grey [unzipped]: post-hardcore, metalcore

we are fury (the death of peace of mind [we are fury patch]): edm, trap, melodic dubstep

so wylie (the death of peace of mind [so wylie patch]: electronic, alt-pop

dahlia (bad decisions [lofi]): machine learning powered femminoid trained on sevdaliza's voice (an iranian-dutch singer), unknown

let's eat grandma (just pretend [credits]): experimental pop, art pop

chief (just pretend [credits]): indie pop, michael taylor co-wrote/co-produced who are you? v.a.n, the drain and more from this upcoming album

[acknowledge-reigns]

Yeah um... 👀 he knew what his ass was doing. That's all I'ma say.

[royalberryriku]

As the US election closes in and the final states take to the polls, I want to remind people to turn out and protest.

Yep, protest. Strike, disrupt, be out there on the street regardless of who you voted for or who wins. I expect to see you all out there demanding; access to abortion nation wide, protections against discrimination, free universal healthcare, a free Palestine, anti war, prison abolition, to increase the minimum wage, and for a US free of the electoral college and that counts votes as votes.

Yes, you can say "you should vote for Harris" and do so as much as you like, but do not forget the power you have through your own everyday actions away from the polls and that of protesting. Do not use the excuse that your right to vote means it's somehow more foundational or important than the right to protest. You have the ability to create direct action and that is so so important, please don't just expect a rich representative to stick to their promises every time you vote; you have power too, never forget that.

This system will not change until we, the people, make it. There is NO representative that can ever change the system that allowed them in, and likewise; this system will never allow a candidate that would stop it from continuing and/or ensuring its designated purpose of oppression and subjugation. Resist, regardless of the results.

Long live the resistance.

[bahoreal]

Yonderland, Nick the Stick's birthday aka everyone loves Debbie

[koipalm]

i REALLY love stories where the main character can never go back they were someone else before but events have changed them so much they are someone else their friends and family will not understand who they have become because they were not there they did not experience it they did not see it happen

[fuckmeyer]

girl please, Charlie Swan is Team Werewolf and you know it

[carnelianwings]

Something I find really funny is how for all the rumors that Seed’s staff/writers don’t like Cagalli, Orb under her leadership just keeps ending up in a better (political) position with each addition - Seed Destiny ends with Logos wiped out, Blue Cosmos severely hampered, and the entire Seiran family wiped out, including Yuna. This leaves Cagalli with almost no political opposition in Orb (since the second Battle of Orb would’ve flushed out a majority of the Blue Cosmos/Logos sympathizers within the government/military), along with giving her a boost in popular and military support thanks to her actions and field leadership during the battle.

(Cutting for me just rambling on a bit about the in-universe politics after Seed Freedom)

You can tell with how much she’s managed to get done in the years between Seed Destiny and Seed Freedom - in that short year and a half to two years, she was able to propose and found COMPASS, secret away and upgrade the Impulse, Destiny, Strike Freedom, and Infinite Justice, arrange for ties between Orb and Terminal to investigate/exchange intel (Athrun and Meyrin), and put into place all the evacuation/defensive protocols in case of another attack on Orb (as seen vs Foundation and Requiem, even if she needed Kira to pull an “I lived, bitch” to Aura 😅).

And it doesn’t end there - thanks to Foundation, Cagalli arguably has an easier time internationally now, because the Eurasian Federation leadership also got hit and the Eurasian Federation, while not necessarily Blue Cosmos sympathizers like the Atlantic Federation, was very staunchly anti-PLANT, which I think would’ve caused some problems for Cagalli, especially post Seed Destiny with Lacus joining her for that broadcast.

I actually think Orb probably has fairly decent diplomatic relations with PLANT (I think Chairman Lament mostly cut off that call after everything went south in Eldore because of the whole nuke situation), especially since Lacus is COMPASS’s inaugural president, plus the time both Dearka and Waltfeld (I’m not sure if he’s in Orb or PLANT as of Seed Freedom since his silent cameo has him helping to stop the coup in PLANT in Seed Freedom) spent there. And we have a very prominent all-Coordinator team with the Yamato Team - truth be told I actually wonder how much the Earth Alliance invested into COMPASS because everything we see on screen is either contributed by Orb (Archangel, Murrue and crew, Kira, Mu, and the Murasame Kais), PLANT/ZAFT (Millenium, Konoe and crew, Heinlein, Shinn, Lunamaria, Agnes, Gelgoog, and Gyan), or arguably both (namely, Rising Freedom and Immortal Justice). Unless I missed a minor crew member along the way. Which is possible.

Also pure speculation on my part on this - but the fact Seed Freedom has Athrun going into intelligence with Terminal (which we first see as having a presence in the PLANTS) from the Orb side and Yzak and Dearka going into intelligence from the PLANT side can’t be a coincidence. I want to think the three of them decided on it together because being in intelligence/covert ops gives them the chance to work together without having to force anyone to change their current loyalties - I don’t think Athrun can be truly loyal to anyone except Cagalli after Seed Destiny, and Yzak was always loyal to PLANT, and if Dearka hadn’t been captured and made to realize how extreme PLANT had become under Patrick Zala he wouldn’t have switched sides to Orb/Three Ships Alliance during Seed either. Which also indirectly feeds into Orb and PLANT having better political relations than Orb and Earth Alliance.

Which brings me to my final point - I would be very surprised if Orb isn’t the primary target for the antagonists in a Seed Freedom sequel. At this point Orb’s capable of doing too much with the limited resources it has as a small nation with too much military strength at its command. And there is room for a sequel (setting-wise) because while Earth Alliance took another major hit with during the Foundation Conflict, the ideologies that led to the First and Second Earth Alliance-PLANT wars still exist - even if Blue Cosmos lost another leader, even if the believers of Coordinator Supremacy lost another leader (in Jagannath) those ideologies still fundamentally exist. All the Foundation Conflict did was serve to take down the military leadership of those ideologies - even if the public on both sides see those views negatively it doesn’t make them go away.

[reanimatedmagpie]

immortals whose body did not Quite adapt to the immortality evenly or whose immortality did not take into account everything there is to take.

Immortals with fake teeth, with completely shot sense of taste because tongue cells are fragile and lose sensitivity within a few decades. Immortals whose eyesight's kinda shit. Immortals with bad joints and strain injuries. Immortals with replacement hips. Immortals with so so many surgery scars. Immortals that can't hear as well anymore or at all. Immortals whose immune system hasn't quite held on the entire time, with bone problems, broken noses, worn out or even replaced livers and other organs. immortals subject to time anyway despite being denied the grace of really aging.

Bodies that were not built to go on forever being forced to anyway.

[seldnei]

Fucking SCOTUS.

Honestly, I never thought the Dobbs decision would give me *hope,* but obviously SCOTUS decisions *can* be overturned if you work for it.

So let’s do it, gang. Vote Biden. Vote blue all the way down the ballot. Get the AOCs and Bernies in where we can, get the boring middle-of-the-road Democrats in where they’re the only option. Make it possible to reform the Court, to appoint liberal judges, to overturn these bullshit rulings.

Vote. I know he’s old. I know he’s not your first choice. But we won’t get better choices if we don’t keep voting blue.