#my folder feels so small rn

[vilevampire]

doesn't matter how many times I've seen these episodes I still lose my shit at the jazz and allocer scenes. literally every single time

[bi-rezi]

since I failed to take all the clothes I'm getting rid of to goodwill today and I'm p sure I've missed my window I'm gonna load em up in my car tonight and drop em off tomorrow morning

[modawg]

i feel like if rick keeps saying the timeline just goes with whatever timeline it is irl (more or less) so the characters don’t age outside of cannon then annabeth would be the biggest slooth and knew everything abt percy before he even came to camp using that computer they have in the back

if we’re saying technology ages with the irl timeline yk

like i just know pre tlt the moment annabeth found out abt that prophecy and chiron told her they might’ve found their guy she was looking that kid up IMMEDIATELY

like she was looking up first name last name middle initial school records public court records everything abt his mom his step dad yada yada yada like genuinely i just know she would’ve looked into all that shit

like she probably went to luke after chiron told her abt percy and was like “they think they found the kid from the prophecy”

“oh shit fr ?? when are they gonna bring him to camp?”

“oh idk..”

“damn well-“

“but his names perseus jackson he lives in manhattan new york he’s been kicked out of 5 schools so far- he’s my age his birthdays coming up pretty soon, august 18th, so he’s a leo- his moms sally jackson she married his guy gabriel ugliano a couple years ago and hes currently going to boarding school called yancy academy which is where grovers at rn and where chirons going tomorrow. his public records say he’s pretty small too i could prob pick him up, shorter then me by 2 inches😌”

“oh-“

“nothing abt his dad tho chiron won’t tell me :/“

“and when did he tell you all that??”

“he told me his name last night i’ve been at the computer all day there aren’t many ppl by the name perseus lmao”

“cool..so when perseus-“

“chiron said grover calls him percy”

“ok so when percy comes to camp how abt we make sure he doesn’t think ur a creep ok? and we’ll keep this all to ourselves”

“:/ ok”

“ok..cool..”

“do you wanna know his blood type? i already told the apollo kids :)”

“please no”

logistically ik you can say “mo she can’t do that bc the monsters >:(“ FUCK THOSE MONSTERS

their protected by thalias tree at this point and i feel like she’d be one of the only ppl with access to that computer anyway like they keep that thing pretty lock and key so i could see annabeth sticking her hat on and creeping her way to the computer every other night before percy came just so she could know exactly who they would be bringing to camp

hc that annabeths a freak and we love her for it

i will forever believe annabeth has a scary “percy” folder hidden under her bed with a bunch of shit abt him in there

emails he sent her ? printed and annotated check

anything written/drawn by him ? check

anything medical just incase ? check

random facts abt him she probably wrote when he was gone to make herself feel better ? check

your honour she’s a menace and she loves that boy

[meirimerens]

how do you cope with boring/difficult classes and assignments or general tips on how to best enjoy and perhaps even romanticize university?

i'm going to be a hundred and also recognize how #lucky i am but I don't have boring classes. there's not one class where i'm like "damn i wish i wasn't there rn". as far as difficulty goes, it's only my first year so it's now Insanely Difficult either and basically every time i have stressed like hell for an exam SO FAR AND MAY IT STAY THAT WAY GODDESS WILLING GODDESS WILLING i've actually done real well so i'm unsure how like Compelling of tips i can give but here's what i got going on for me:

taking notes by hand. my medieval art history teacher says neuroscience shows that writing stuff down by hand makes it easier to memorize stuff, i'm finding stuff that goes in that way but i'm a firm believer of If It Works. i find taking notes by hand allows for way more freedom of form than typing; you can put arrows, do little idea "maps" or "trees" that you'd be spending 5 full minutes on on computer. it also makes me feel 1) less stressed because i don't have to worry about a very expensive piece of material being stolen/running out of battery midtype 2) like a #scholar and gives me a sense of Locking In that i don't have with typing because i spend so much time on computer typing Unscholarly things. if you catch by drift

as soon as possible after a class, condensing the lecture notes in small concise sheets that i carry around in their own dedicated small folder. it's a tip from my boss (who also did an art history degree): don't retype all of your handwritten note on computer, make like. "memory items" study sheets. i like to use different highlighter colors (orange for dates, green for places, purple for Concepts, blue for Objects,... etc) so it's easier to navigate. they can look like this. if you so desire

you'll notice all my little arrows and the drawing; all those existed in my hand-written lecture notes

3) try to eat well and sleep enough. don't do as i do. i eat well but i sleep like shit and then wonder why i feel like i'm about to snap by hour 5 of class of the day.

4) hate to say it but bring a water bottle. and on long days, bring a thermos with either hot black tea or cold energy drink, something with caffeine in it. genuinely helping me not fall asleep on my desk when 3PM hits and i've been awake since 6:30. i'm lucky enough that i only truly "need" such a pick-me-up twice a week so. don't overdo it. that could make everything worse.

as far as #romanticizing the uni life, my tips:

a) your campus probably has a library: go borrow one (1) book from it. doesn't even have to be about your major, i'd say it's Even Better if it's not about your major, but related to your interests. you'll feel like you're #taking advantage of the #unilife by borrowing a book, And you will feel good when you read it.

b) have a dedicated #lockingin behavior for studying. at home for me it's 1) a bunch of playlists. you can and will and must indulge in some "romanticizing studying and reading in a snowy day (dark academia playlist)" or "studying like a scholar in the baroque period (playlist)" who cares. 2) one (1) scented candle that i only light for #lockingin time. and 3) a snack and a tea before lol don't study on an empty stomach your brain needs fuel.

c) if you can, go study in the library. you might not have the gorgeous #academia #romantic library of the people of the world, but even just putting yourself in a sea of #knowledge and surrounded by people who equally #grind gets you in the mood. + typicall less distractions because the wifi is too bad to scroll on the apps at the same time LOLLLL

d) might be obvious but Study something you love. the reasons i am not bored in class and am willing to put myself through the stress of exams and of feeling left behind and slowly losing it etc is because i fought like a little devil to be able to get back to uni, and in this branch specifically. all of this ^ will only be a bandaid on a deeper dissatisfaction if you don't like what you're studying.

be strong... we will smoke them all. onward!!!!

[altraviolet]

This isn’t really a question but what are your opinions on Pharma?? Do you ever think ur gonna write for him 👀

hi! Pharma... hmm

*looks in reference folder to see if anything's there*

ah... I don't know where I got this:

haha. ok. THOUGHTS ON PHARMA, HMM...

he had such a weird arc in MTMTE, and I never warmed up to him, so I don't have that many thoughts to be honest. on the surface, my immediate thoughts are "another villain, not sure why he went bonkers and did what he did. meh." beneath that is a small conglomeration of -what I think is- thoughts from other people I've read over the years, regarding his point of view. imagine being a dr on this wasteland planet, forced to harvest parts of your patients for the freaking DJD. there's a little more sympathy there. but not much, to be honest.

there seems to be a small but strong and faithful Pharma/Tarn following

those are just about all the thoughts I've given him up until this very moment

thinking very slightly beyond that, yes, I can see why people like him. there's the past with Ratchet (however deep you personally see their relationship), there is the torturous "business" relationship with Tarn, there's, assumedly, the breaking of a fine mind into something that goes against what it was trained for- going from helping to harming patients. there's possibly a genius there that developed the rust plague thing (I say possibly because I don't recall if he had to do any research/development for that, but if he did, then, eh, he's got that going for him).

then there's all that Other Stuff, where he got shlurped into ?¿?¿ the omega guardian dimension (???) and then was taken over by one of the gods (??? but may have been the omega guardian... the eyeball was) JEEZ I don't remember, ugh, lol, I should go read the wiki real quick but I'm lazy rn

tbh whenever I don't have any strong feelings about a character - be it affection or hate-y - I'm quite willing to listen to folks talk about why they like the character! it very much seems like you do, anon, so if you'd like to send another ask with a lil love dump for Pharma, I'll read it =)

no other thoughts, really. he's not very interesting or compelling to me, but I don't hate him or anything. he just exists in the background. I probably wouldn't write a fic centered on him unless it was a gift for secret solenoid, or something similar.

[lunchtimebedamned1997]

Hazbin Hotel Mini-comic :3

ft. Jasper (my Hazbin OC) | Non-sepia version, Original sketches, and the speedpaint under the cut :3

This comic takes place when Jazz still works at Val's club and before Val and Angel's relationship 'got bad' AKA this one is in the weird space right before shit hits the fan and Angel is made aware of what kind of man Val really is. That Angel isn't even an 'exception' :(

(Which is why Angel can still talk to Val like Vox could. They're still 'normally dating' besides the contract and the boss/employee thing - "but hey! it's hell!" (<-Angie's inner thoughts lmao I genuinely wanna CRY over that little spider boy))

Tumblr made me resize this twice before it was a small enough png file to post oops XD

ANYWAYS I love my OC. I originally made them just bc I had a lot of cool ideas and I'd seen some other really fab Hazbin OCs, and oops now I'm obsessed with them and they have an entire milanote folder with their backstory in it lmao

Jasper (they/she for this OC btw :3) doesn't really let ppl in hell see what they're feeling bc it doesn't feel safe, and over the years has always gotten around using/drinking despite working for Val (exceptions for Val's pheromones which you really just can't avoid) and this is the part of their story when they finally get publicly drunk and just fucking cry bro. For hours. SOBBING.

Pookie is DEPRESSED y'all they do not wanna be in hell anymore XD

On that chipper fuckin' note (XD) here's the de-saturated version of the final comic, the original sketches, and the speedpaint :D

I think I've had these sketches since May? Early June? A fucking while and I even tried making this comic a while back but it looked CURSED and idk why so that's staying in the cobwebbed corners of my CSP files lmao

Okie! That's all for rn, I've got a shit ton of art WIPs atm as well as fanfics and personal writing stuff I've been chipping away at so it's been taking a bit to actually finish anything haha

Hope you're all well! <3

[yes-divine-ruler]

Colin Zabel x Fem!Reader

I don’t have a title but I just wanted to post this lmao I’m high as shit rn so I have no thoughts and everytime i read this it looks shit but it’s pretty much Colin and Y/N work together and they both stay back and then yeah

cw: smut

wc: 2.7k

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“Not going home yet?”

You look up from the mound of paperwork sprawled across the surface of your desk to see your fellow detective, Colin Zabel, leaning against the door frame of your office, his arms crossed over his chest. He looked almost as tired as you were, dark bags under his eyes and the tie around his neck loose.

You let out a bereaved sigh, shutting the Manila folder closed in front of you and rubbing your palms across your face in an effort to wake yourself up.

“No. I still have like, 3 cases to sort and file. It’s going to be a long night.”

“Same here, everyone else went home like, an hour ago,” Colin just had to rub in the fact you could be home right now, having a hot shower and dressing into your pyjamas before tucking yourself into your warm, cosy bed. The thought alone made you want to whine.

“Wanna come and sit in here with me? Might make the time go by faster,” you offered, motioning over to the spare seat on the other side of your desk.

Colin bit his lip, smiling shyly before nodding his head. Since he’d been stationed in Easttown, he hadn’t really had the time or opportunity to get to know you, and vice versa. Maybe this would be a good time to build some sort of professional relationship.

“Alright, I’ll bring in my work,” Colin nodded again before disappearing down the hall to his own office.

When he returned, it looked like he couldn’t possibly hold anymore paperwork in his hands. It had almost toppled before he made his way over to your desk. You stood to help him, reaching out to halve his pile and stack it down onto the desk.

“Thanks,” he mutters, finally taking a seat across from you and shifting to get comfortable.

“That’s alright,” you replied shortly, leaning over your desk to grab a pen that had rolled to the edge.

You’d forgotten that you’d unbuttoned your shirt slightly to feel more relaxed, and leaning over your desk had the black lace of your bra and cleavage on show to your colleague. Colin’s breath hitched in his throat as he stared, not seeming to snap out of his perverted gaze. His palms started to sweat as his stomach flipped, just at the sight of your bare skin. He’d already developed a small crush on you, seeing you strut around the office in the sexiest pair of tights and the most figure hugging skirts. He’d tried to keep it at bay and maybe that’s why he’d never mustered the courage to really talk to you.

“Are you okay, detective?” You asked as you noticed how flushed he suddenly looked.

He awkwardly cleared his throat and blinked a few times before shaking his head.

“Yeah sorry, just tired s’all,” Colin confirmed, sticking his nose into his paperwork so that he couldn’t embarrass himself any further. Was he really that sexually deprived that the mere glimpse of your cleavage had a tent form in the front of his slacks?

You hadn’t taken much notice despite how worried Colin was that you might’ve. You sat in silence across from each-other for what felt like another twenty minutes before you finally spoke.

“I don’t really know much about you Zabel, what’s your situation?” You asked nonchalantly, licking your thumb before turning a page.

Colin caught a glance of the tip of your tongue as it poked out from between your pink lips, and it made his spine tingle just thinking of how it might look pleasing his cock. He wasn’t in the right mindset right now to finish his work, god, he needed you to ask him questions to distract him from his filthy thoughts.

“Uh-” Colin scratched the back of his head, thinking of what to say before answering, “I work all over Pittsburg as a state detective, I currently live with my mom but it’s only temporary,” it sparked your interest that he’d still lived with his mom and not a partner. You always thought Detective Zabel was a good-looking guy, and he seemed nice, respectable and hardworking. You wondered why he was still single. Then again, so were you and you knew there could be many reasons.

“Living in her basement then?” You teased, taking a moment to savour his embarrassment. He let out a strained laugh before shaking his head.

“No, I know it sounds kind of pathetic. But with moving around all the time, it makes sense. And she’s always prepared to help me out,”

“No partner then?” You just had to ask.

“Um no, I was engaged but- that kinda ended a while ago,” he suddenly got quiet, and it made you feel bad you’d brought it up in the first place.

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that,” you said sincerely, reaching out without a thought and placing your hand over his. It shocked him when he felt your warm touch, but he knew it was only to console him.

“No that’s alright,” he laughed nervously, “like I said it was a while ago, just haven’t had much time to date since then, you know?”

“No I know,” you chuckled in resonation, “I’m on the same page, but I have my own place.”

“Yeah it’s so hard to find someone who understands how demanding this job is,” Colin scoffed, frowning on the inside as you retracted your hand that was over his.

“No partner then?” Colin reciprocated your question, and you nodded in amusement.

“Yeah, no partner. Haven’t been able to find someone either. Easttown is a small place, I feel like I’ve already exhausted my options.”

Colin just nodded, before you both fell into an awkward silence.

“Hey I’ll tell you what?” You pull open your desk drawer, and retrieve the small flask you’d hidden in case of “emergencies”, “wanna take a couple swigs with me? I guess to celebrate the… celibate life.”

Colin laughs, crossing his arms over his chest as he considers it. You had an image of being a bit of a loose cannon, but he never imagined you’d suggest drinking on the job. He was always afraid to step out of his comfort zone, and it seemed right now you were the one who wasn’t afraid to push his boundaries.

“Come on Zabel,” you egged on, “it’s not like we’re on call.”

You take a couple of swigs yourself and wince as the strong alcohol burns your throat. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand shyly, and offer it to Colin. He takes a moment to process exactly what was happening right now, before he decides “fuck it” and takes the flask from your hand. Your fingers brush as he takes it from your hold, and Colin finds his heart hammering in his chest again. What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he just keep it together for once?

Without another thought, Colin takes the biggest swig you’d think possible. You gasp in a giggle as Colin begins to splutter and gag, trying to swallow all the alcohol he’d taken into his mouth. It wouldn’t help his case that all he’d eaten today was whatever he could get his hands on from the vending machine in the foyer, mostly crisps and cans of pop.

“That’s enough for you Zabel,” you tease again, taking the flask from your colleague and setting it back down into your drawer.

—-

“So you’re telling me, you accidentally stepped on Mare’s vape?” You shook your head in laughter as Colin bent over the desk, letting out his own snorts. You were so deep in conversation, disclosing everything and nothing about yourselves you hadn’t realised how late it was, or how badly the alcohol had affected the both of you.

“Yeah she- she was looking for it everywhere, and she got so angry, it was so funny,” Colin howls, slapping a hand on his knee. You took a moment to glance at him, revelling in the way his smile dented his cheeks with the sweetest dimples. Maybe the alcohol was giving you confidence and dissipating your filter, because you couldn’t stop the word vomit that was coming out of your mouth.

“You know Zabel, you’re super attractive, I know you’ll find someone if not here, anywhere else, like, you don’t have to worry about that kind of stuff, you know?” You were a rambling mess but you couldn’t seem to stop it.

“Was there anyone in the office you ever found attractive like, that probably sounds weird but you know no one would be able to understand your job more than another cop, you know? I always think about it,” you bit your lip in an effort to let him respond now that your question was out in the open.

He coughed awkwardly, and you felt your heart sink from how stupid you’d just been.

“I’m sorry- you don’t have to answer that, I think it’s the alcohol, it’s-”

“Why do you ask that?” The alcohol was seemingly getting to Colin too, as his lips curled up into a smirk.

You gulped, suddenly feeling your palms sweat from the probing question.

“I guess I find you attractive,” you say, and internally wince from how forward you were being. Even intoxicated you hated being that dumb horny drunk person.

“I think you’re attractive too,” Colin replied, and suddenly your heart picked up pace rapidly, “I’ve had a crush on you since I got here.”

Under the false facade of confidence, Colin felt like a nervous wreck underneath. It was obviously easier to come out and say he found you attractive after you’d admitted it first, but now he wasn’t sure what you were both going to do with that information.

He watched as you got up from the opposite side of the desk, trailing your fingers across the surface of the desk as you made your way over to him. Colin swallowed thickly, turning his chair around to face you, slouched back and legs wide apart.

“So what are we going to do about it?” It was definitely the alcohol now, as you leant over so your faces were only inches apart. Colin got the answer to his question, and it was definitely the right one.

You could feel Colin’s warm breath as it fanned your face, his gaze switching between your eyes and your lips. You leant in impossibly closer. Colin’s stomach began to flip as he tried to decide in his head what he should do. You were in the station, in your office, with the slight chance of someone walking in on you at any moment. It was now or never, and Colin decided he’d cease the opportunity despite the risk, and closed the gap between your lips.

You were surprised he did it at first, and then slowly you melted into the velvet softness of his lips, and the way they moved in perfect rhythm with yours. You weren’t expecting him to be that good of a kisser. He seemed sweet and inexperienced, but his ministrations said otherwise.

Feeling the heat of the moment, Colin reaches forwards to grip onto your hips, and guides you to sit on his lap, straddling his pant-stricken leg. Your skirt rode up, exposing the lace trim of your stockings. Colin’s fingertips ran across the lace as his tongue explored your mouth, and with the mid of your thigh you could feel the tent in the front of his slacks. My god this was really happening right now, and you couldn’t believe you hadn’t done it earlier. Colin shuddered just feeling the trim he’d fantasied about so many times.

You were growing more aroused by the second just feeling the pressure of Colin’s thigh on your heat, and absentmindedly began to grind your hips.

You couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, as your fingers came up to tangle in his short hair, pulling roughly at the roots. Colin loved the sensation, and encouraged more moans from you as he began to bob his leg.

“Fuck Colin,” you called him by his name, and it surprised him how hot it sounded coming from your mouth. He needed more.

His lips trailed down your jaw as he continued to bob his leg, adamant he could feel the wetness of your panties through his pants. His cock was becoming painfully hard, throbbing with every moan and whimper that you made.

You could feel that telltale tightness in your groin as you began to work with Colin, his tongue tasting the skin on your neck, your body hot with passion and tingling with the desire to finish.

“This is so fucking hot, I’ve thought about this a million times,” Colin growled, “I can feel how wet you are through your panties.”

His words pushed you over the edge into a surreal state, stars exploding behind your closed eyelids as you reached your ultimate peak. You thighs shook around Colin’s, his leg not stopping until your forehead lay limp against his shoulder.

“That felt so good,” you whined, as Colin tore down the front of your shirt and unclasped your bra, letting the items fall to the floor in a heap.

“I wanna feel you, all of you,” Colin spoke shyly despite his assertiveness, opening his own shirt and unbuttoning his pants.

“Need you to fuck me,” you breathed out, standing to remove your skirt and panties, leaving you in nothing but your pair of lace tights. You thought Colin might like that.

Colin groaned just at the sight before him, before he too got up, his cock pulsing and red in need.

“Sit,” Colin demanded, his tone ravenous as he places a palm down on the desk.

You oblige happily, sitting down on the edge of the desk. Colin leans down and kisses you again with an open mouth, his tongue massaging yours as your legs wrap around his waist. He lines himself up at your entrance, and without another thought, sinks himself inside you.

Colin groans as he feels you stretch out from the thickness of his cock, feeling your warmth and soaking wetness as it wraps around him. Your fingernails dig into the skin on his shoulders as he fills you completely.

“Fuck,” Colin hisses, his eyes almost rolling from the sensation, “you feel fucking incredible.”

“Yes, please more,” you pine, caging him in with your legs.

Colin begins to piston his hips, sliding himself in and out of you at a pleasurable pace. The desk beneath you begins to creak with every thrust, punctuated by the moans you and Colin couldn’t help but let out.

The swollen tip of his cock begins to rub up against the soft spongey spot within you that has you almost in tears, and it only makes you grip onto him harder.

“Right there Colin! Oh my god,” you encourage him with your pleas, feeling your second peak impending with every ruthless thrust.

“That’s it, you gonna cum again?” Colin’s hands secured at your hips, holding you down onto the desk as he had his way with you.

“Oh my god, yes, yes I’m cumming!” A tingling sensation courses through your body for the second time, the pulse and clench around Colin’s cock paired with the bounce of your breasts enough to tip him over into a state of ecstasy.

“Oh fuck, me too,” Colin’s eyes squeeze shut as he lets go, releasing inside you and pulling out moments after.

He watches in awe as the cum drips from your core, your tired body fucked out and panting for air, your legs still spread for everything to be on show.

“I’ve wanted to do that forever,” Colin’s face lights up into a smile as you come to, straightening yourself out and standing to dress yourself.

“Looks like I’ve been missing out,” you tease, the alcohol in your system not as influential as it had been prior. Colin was sobering up too, but both of you had no regrets.

“Fuck!” Colin curses, staring down at the paperwork that was now crumpled and stained with cum. You let out a small giggle, as Colin picks up the pile of paper and tries to shake off the stain.

“Looks like we’ll be back tomorrow night,” you shrug, as Colin shakes his head in amusement.

“What a fucking night it’s been.”

[the-mandawhor1an]

Question tag game

I've been tagges by @djarins-cyare a while ago and finally get to it. Thank you for thinking of me 💜💜💜

Answers under the cut ⇓⇓⇓

Do you make your own bed?

Not on the regular. I am a human raccoon and live in eternal chaos. My bed is only made when we have people over and they might have a look into the bedroom to see the cat. Or when it hits me and I have one of these days where I feel the urge to deep-clean the bedroom.

Favourite number?

17. I dont know why but the number jus speaks to me. Also, kind of feel good about 12, it's a nice number. Very versatile. Probably the number I gravitate toward when I have to think of a random number.

What’s your job?

I am a development engineer to put it simply. My official job description will lead to me having to explain quite a few things. It's a niche industry and I am intentionally vague about it, as it's probably easy to find my workplace and in return me if I tell you. What I can say is, I am considered a photonics engineer and work with lasers daily.

I lovingly call myself 'smartass with a licnse'. Engineers are a little smartassy. Also, my 'expertise' will have some significance to the Reed Richards filth that still sits in my wip folder.

If you could go back to school, would you?

I'm not sure. The only 'step' I have left would be starting a PhD. Do I enjoy being an engineer? Yes. Are about half of my coworkers PhD holders and that makes me feel like the odd one out? Also yes.

Am I willing to switch my 40 hour work week to about 60 hours for the next 3 to 5 years? I'm not so sure. Also generally the pay for PhD students is not that great in good old Germany

Would I like to be a Dr-Ing one day? It would be cool. I bet my granddad would be proud, he was a professor himself. Kind of sad that he passed before I graduated.

Can you parallel park?

Yup. I do it rarely but my car is small and I am (mostly) confident in my parking skills. Unless Heehoo is with me because he has this talent to make comments about women's parking skills whenever I park my car perfectly and it annoys the ever-loving shit out of me.

Do you think aliens are real?

I think so. It used to scare me when I was younger but now the thought of being completely alone in this universe is a lot scarier. The universe is big. FUCKING BIG. It is next to impossible that there is no other life out there. There is the great filter theory but I don't fully subscribe to it.

Can you drive a manual car?

Not to bash the Americans on here but I believe most Europeans do? Yes, I learned in driving school, otherwise you're not allowed to drive manual after you have your license. Nowadays you can even do a hybrid of automatic and manual at driving school. Like 4 lessons are on the manual and the rest plus the exam are done on the automatic and you still get the license to drive both.

Also, my car (that has been running smoothly ever since it came back) is a manual. I've been driving mom's car for years before that which was automatic, it was a little difficult to get back into shifting gears but it takes one or two trips and it's all back and works on autopilot. Now when I drive automatic I find myself wanting to shift gears every now and then.

What’s your guilty pleasure?

I'm not sure I even have guilty pleasures. I enjoy my pleasures unapologetically these days.

Do you have any phobias?

Flying.

I know it's irrational as driving a car is infinetely more dangerous than flying but I can NOT stay calm when I feel the nose of the plane take a dive. I will claw into the arm rests and make the trip unbearable for Heehoo as well.

I have been on planes. I survived, obviously. It just doesn't feel nice so currently I can only stomach short flights.

Favourite childhood sport?

Probably dancing? Unless horseback riding is also considered sport.

Yes, you read that right.

I was a horse girl. I wanted to buy a horse when I started working. Well, haha, funny thought. I am paying off my car rn and I can NOT afford a horse whatsoever.

I am by no means an active person. The only movement I somewhat enjoy is rollerskating and taking walks. Sometimes swimming.

Do you talk to yourself?

Occasionally. A lot happens internally but sometimes I just vocalize my thoughts when I'm alone.

Do you have tattoos?

Currently I have two, both on my ribcage. A little fox (that I should just call Fink tbh)

The stretch marks really came out to say hi in this.

and some florals with Mando's helmet.

Mando will get an extension all the way down my leg with my Maia helmet and more florals. It will take some time tho. I need to save up some money for it. Plus I'm not so happy wih my body rn. Working full time really takes a toll on the body.

Favourite colour?

purple. Easy.

Do you like puzzles?

Jigsaw puzzles? They're okay. I have two 1500 piece puzzles hanging on the walls as decor. One in the kitchen, one used to be in the hallway. Now there hangs a collage of wedding photos.

I still have a halfway done Mando puzzle waiting to be finished and put into a frame. Idek where to hang it.

That's it

npt: @rivnedell @evolnoomym @zaddymandalorian @guiltyasdave @djarins-wife

(if you've already done it I'm sorry, it's been a while since this came around)

[lildoodlecat]

For the wip game :3c Spare some Jude overdose please please please please. On my hands and knees begging.

ps I love you jay mwah

ah yes, the fic i started for you ages ago right before i crumbled away to be busy with uni for several months,,,,

"Jude overdosed on morphine just for piks" is exactly what it sounds like!! silly Jude angst, just for Pika. i swear it will be finished at some point ;w;

here's your snippet <3

Though the stiff plastic chair at his desk was hardly comfortable, Jude eased back into its creak and breathed. Breathed. Let his shakiness bleed out of him just a small bit more. It settled him, in something of an anticipatory way, to feel the stick of medical tape over vulnerable skin. To shift, and know the needle has settled firmly in his vein when his flesh ever so slightly flexed around it. Not quite the hazy warm calm to come—that, he would feel far more acutely—but a placebic thing. Gentle, in its familiarity. He reached for the control. Deep breaths, just a moment. Even if he didn’t need the words, they too were rote and echoing among the cacophony in his head. Soon, though, he would quiet them. They would be quiet again, and he could rest.

this one's really rough rn bc it's still the first draft version but hopefully it'll be sick once it's done ✨

WIP Folder Game

[miodiodavinci]

Hello!! I'm making a giant folder of vocaloid and related images to use as a slideshow screen saver on my pc. I'm having issues finding a good ver of the art you made for your full course candy addict. for some reason I can only get a small ver of the thumbnail. I was wondering if you have had any images you be willing to share both for that project as well as any other cause your art is so pretty.

the slideshow timer actaully just switched and rn Its showing the thumbnail for your crime and punishment cover (along with rinlen electric angel haha)

hey!! i post most of my cover artwork in my art tag (miodoodledavinci) so feel free to look through there w

as for full course for candy addicts, you can find the cover art for that here!!

[aheathen-conceivably]

Hi Alexis! I was wondering if you could share some tips for when you're feeling burnt out or just not interested in the sims? I'm in a burnout era rn and it's like I want to PLAY and TELL MY STORIES but I just feel the task of editing and writing to be so daunting right now :(

Hello there, dearest Nonny! 💕

Thank you so much for asking this because I absolutely think it’s something all of us simmers struggle with from time to time. I know I’ve gone through a few burnout eras both big and small and can definitely feel myself entering another one as we speak, so I’m more than happy to help!

Now a bit of a caveat: these are my tips and tricks. I know everyone is different and some of these may not work for everyone. So if anyone wants to leave their own tips in the comments below please do, I would love to read them!

I’m going to put the whole rant under the cut because who could have guessed it…it’s going to be long! 😅

1. Have A Plan:

This is absolutely going to be my most divisive bit of advice, because I’ve talked to other simmers who have told me that this alone would cause burnout for them, but for me it’s probably the no. 1 thing that keeps me posting. I have a detailed calendar of my post schedule, usually about 2-3 months in advance, that helps me stay on track and keep focused. Sometimes I will move things around a day or two or even push it back a full week when I need to, but overall I stick to it.

This is definitely because I am a planner, but if I have a difficult shoot or don’t want to edit, I can easily look at the calendar and go “Okay but in two posts you’re going to get to the scene you’re really excited about.” Or when I know I have a huge shoot coming up and can budget my time accordingly. This also means when I have more time or energy I can shoot through a few scenes and know that I’m set for a week or two to relax and everything is done for those posts.

Planning will probably look different for everyone, but I really do think it’s helpful to have something tangible and attainable to look forward to in those moments you’re feeling unmotivated.

2. Find What Keeps you Motivated and Lean In:

This is crucial for me and arguably what has kept my story going for so long. I have this story written decades in advance, and knowing those points I want to get to and dynamics I want to explore keeps me motivated when I’m feeling down.

However, for you, it may be precisely the opposite. Just the element of gameplay or the unknown may be engaging, or perhaps simply a certain lot that you’ve downloaded or era of clothing. It is important to remember there’s no right way to tell your story, so structuring your own time and efforts around what you like, even if it means changing stuff halfway through, is crucial to making this enjoyable and sustainable.

Sometimes for me it’s smaller motivations, and I’m really into building or CAS or character development for a few days or weeks at a time. I’ll play around with how my posts are told or even what I’m doing in the background (getting my next gen CC folder ready, building a lot, doing an ask game). Switching gears into what’s interesting to me at that moment can revive my interest in the story overall and prevent a burnout in the long term.

The same is true in inverse. If there’s an element that is standing in the way of the hobby bringing you fulfillment, it may not be as necessary as you think. Recently for me I also had a bit of burnout with editing, and this is a huge reason why I finally downloaded reshade. Now my editing time is cut back immensely and I find myself reinspired by taking screenshots and have leaned further into landscape shots and just aesthetic filler.

3. TAKE BREAKS:

Yes, this is in all caps. Yes, it is the most important. Posting our pixel stories is a surprisingly mentally draining hobby, so you absolutely have to give your brain and creativity a rest from time to time. When you start feeling that it’s consistently a chore, that’s a sure fire sign that it’s time to take a break.

Now for me (because of the schedule) sometimes y’all won’t even see when I take a little break. It might mean that I take a week or two away from the game but I’ll have the posts done in advance so there’s no gap in posting. It also means I can just push things back a bit if needed; then when I’m feeling ready to go again, I know exactly where I left off and what the next steps are.

The latter is probably where the schedule is most important to me, as I do feel like a lot of simmers take necessary breaks but have difficulty knowing how to pick back up again. I personally strive to take longer breaks at the end of an arc (like when Florence left New Orleans in 1925). This gives me a feeling of satisfaction, like I left the story on a good note and am free to take however much time I need without the pressure to return that I left something unfinished. It also means I know exactly what I’m returning to, and can do necessary preparations like lot building or pose downloading before I even start posting again.

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But overall I will reiterate what I said above: if you have a story to tell or gameplay to share or edits to make they are your creations and you should always view them as such.

Sharing here can sometimes be a bit of an odd juxtaposition, where you feel like you need to have a certain look or a certain caliber of posts or even a certain frequency. Finding the way this hobby brings you the most fulfillment is absolutely what is most important, and that way you want to return after those moments of burnout because it is still something that you enjoy doing.

[peepongos]

can i post about my guy roli ??? im gonna post about my guy roli

im playing him in an anime campaign game called gay campaign and hes just.

loser pilled.

like mad loser pilled-

bro's a librarian just now getting into "being a paparazzi" and also trying and failing at being cool. the paparazzi thing works out alright for him since his epithets index and he can take pictures of people using their abilities and yoink em to pull from his playing card folder/spellbook to be cast like spells later. he just hasnt taken a lot of pictures of people yet all hes got rn is a gun ability

in essence his build is just smeargle pokemon lmao

and also his main weapon isnt the gun its a skateboard sized book with wheels he calls Bucephalus (and i call his skatebook cuz its just easier for everyone involved lmao) that has a depiction of the library of alexandria decal on it and he just. rams into people. cuz it cant actually turn. its more like a small cart than a skateboard tbh

even if it steered like an actual skateboard hed still be dogshit at it

another note, he says his library of alexandria khakis are Fire and he thinks he is so so clever about it

and also not depicted at all but he has tattooed abs. in case there were any lingering feelings that he might be a little cool under all that, i can verify he is not

hes showing her the worm section of his book where he keeps track of and rates on a 1-5 scale how much the tiny little fucked up bird he has as a pet liked eating. and of course of of them are named so he could alphabetize it

anyway

last session his outfit got dunked on a total of ???? i think it was something like 4 times ???? over the span of 3 hours ???? and he got flat out told his fit is !! not cool !! and he had a moment about it

so next time he shows up he's coming back with a new outfit

current plan is to let him ram into things more about it

no new abilities now he's just a different flavor of uncool

now hes Kool

[glitchyred]

hey, a friend let me know you were looking for OG glitchy red thread. i might have the screencaps and a bunch of old creepypasta lost media on my old hard drive if you don't mind waiting a few weeks for my partner and i to finish going through his storage unit. i wanna say someone on deviantart originally posted the screencaps somewhere? i was into pokemon in 2010/2011 and was following the original /vp/ thread. i also remembered the supposed OP posting a screenshot of his firered game glitching and if i'm right and it's not archived then that really sucks, even if photoshopped it added a lot of immersion to the story. it was 4chan and all anon though so who knows. :( there was also anon ("drawfag") fanart in the thread that someone claiming to be OP approved of and i will eat my own hat if i'm wrong about that because i vividly remember it! it was glitchy attacking fire!red. there were also a lot of wholesome (by 4chan standards) comments about how some people only turned off their game after they got their protag to a pokemon center or somewhere safe, which i vividly remember bc it was the whole reason i kept up with the thread lol. feel free to ask any questions. i'm seriously freaking out right now, i had no idea anyone else was even still into this stuff!! i follow the fnf mod community and didn't even know there was a whole pokepasta mod at ALL!

sorry this is all i can offer for now, i haven't even used tumblr in like 10 years but thank you for the nostalgia! should i play false red? if i don't respond it's because you lost me to hypno's lullaby.

Holy SHIT thats awesome!!! I would love if you shared anything you find so much!!!! I lament over how much lost media there must be in old creepypasta forums so often, this fandom is smth I'm so passionate about. Also I could be totally wrong (I wouldn't be surprised if there's multiple pieces depicting The Nightmare Scene) but it would be crazy if you're referencing My Favorite Glitchy Red Art lol. My tablet's download folder is super unorganized so it'll take me forever to dig it up but I know I have it somewhere I'll upload it with reblogs off if I find it. Also that bit abt the wholesome comments is adorable NDKWJJD

Anyway yeah!! The pokepasta community is very small but thriving. FNF: Lullaby isn't the only FNF mod for Pokepastas (I can't. Remember the names of the others off the top of my head but you should be able to find them easily lol) and it's where the majority of the fandom is at rn! I don't hang out on that side of the fandom much but I love. The Lullaby song for Strangled Red it's So good. Also I would recommend False Red for anyone who likes Glitchy Red, it's very much a spiritual successor intentionally or not. It can be a little hard to track down these days so here's a download link if you or anyone reading this needs it.

Tysm and keep me updated!!

[noxiatoxia]

Ummm first of all can I just say how much I fucking love your blog??? Ur brand of ouran themed bullshittery is ✨✨ immaculate ✨✨ and it's harboring empty space in my brain like a stolen jewel stg. also it is so fucking cool to see a fellow hikakao shipper out there in their morning glory like I just fucking shdudjdenkskaanhsuehdbn.. i've recently gotten back into my old ouran obsession and looking around the hikakao portion of the fandom all I see are a couple of tumbleweeds out of my peripheral rolling across a long since vacated dirt road like what the fuck its so hard to find people as in love with these characters as I am and I NEED to talk to any person ever about it or I will go insane. I just??? Have so many thoughts and feelings??? And I have a shit ton of aus and theories and monologues if you're interested :)

sidenote, but I also wanted to say that I LOVE your art style!! I love how simplistic but recognizable it is? It's hard to explain but it's just so visually appealing because it's detailed in all the right ways like seriously it's great :)) I need art tips so bad rn and ur stuff is straight BITCHIN like you can anatomy?? Hoowwww?? :'''))))

Anyway ur blog is basically the musical doodle ear worm to me except instead all I can hear is the shissou beginning guitar riff

THIS IS SO FUCKING NICE....THANK YOU!!!!!!

It's actually really interesting how many people have come to me about this, about being one of the Only active ouran posters esp hikakao. and like. im honored. hikakao is like the grandfather of twincest and i am so honored to carry the torch forward. yes i am 2 decades late to the party but hey i am with every fandom. and i like it that way tbh, i like being in a small fandom and just making connections with other people who share the same intense passion as i do with a goofy series. so ur message means a lot!!

ALSO YES I'D LOVE TO HEAR YOUR HIKAKAO THOUGHTS OR GENERAL OURAN THOUGHTS THEY OCCUPY MY BRAIN 24/7 PLEASE......PLEEEEASE.....

LIKE. there are SO little hikakao content and tbh theres barely ouran content IN GENERAL and when there is its tamaharu which FAIR I UNDERSTAND WHY i love those funky dudes but....gimmie our roots. i wanna see hikakao and hanimori. TAMAHIKAKAO??? everyone sleeps on that ship. i know most people wont do the two former bc #incest and its not 2007 deviantart anymore but i will not back down. i am in the yaoi war fighting on the side of unhealthy codependency.

also i'm siper thrilled you like my art!!! that's very flattering you find my art style recognizable! anatomy is hard that is for fuckin sure and tbh ive been drawing my whole life, so a lot of it just comes with time. i can give you some tips if you'd like, but really, everyone is different. every artist learns differently, draws differently, and there's no one correct way to draw a picture.

something that really helped me get better at art is to make an "art inspo" folder on your phone, laptop, or a discord channel in a priv server. when you come accross art you really like or find useful to study, save it. maybe you like the style, or how the colors blend, or how an expression was drawn. maybe the artist drew a really good arm or a difficult pose. save the art and study it and learn from it. this helps me immensely personally as i am a very visual person. i learn best by doing, second best by seeing stuff visually laid out in front of me. im sure youll nail it one day!!!!

[astrifurious]

we’re postponing the cookies again & my AD is bumming me out / irking me after hours so. back to having yet another lackluster week

[book-place]

The Silence of Loneliness

Warnings: slight spoilers for seasons 1 and 2, mentions of serial killers and victims, typical CM stuff, mentions of sick mothers, sibling fights and arguing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Spencer Reid x sister reader

*not my gif*

Summary: It had been seven years since that terrible fight. The fight that happened because one of them was just trying to help and the other couldn’t see that

(This takes place sometime in season 3- which I’m actually about halfway through watching rn; and yes, I know the gif doesn’t match with the timeline but whatever)

A/N: I decided to take a small break from requests to write this; Also, should I take this out of miscellaneous and make a CM masterlist and write more with it? Lmk please

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“We’re bringing in who we believe to be the unsubs next victim to try and keep her safe.” Hotch said, facing the youngest of the BAU team.

Spencer looked up from the case file- which he was reading for the first time- in confusion, “How do you know who it is?”

He hadn’t been feeling too well earlier so the team had insisted that he should take a nap and they would be able to handle everything without him for a couple of hours.

“We found out that it wasn’t a coincidence that the first two victims were in the same apartment complex. The unsub is going after all women living in that building who are in their early to mid twenties- we think it reminds him of someone he lost.” Aaron explained to him.

The older man had known Reid for long enough to practically be able to see the wheels turning in his head, “There are about two hundred people in that building, what are the chances that it’s going to be that exact victim?” His head was titled to the side slightly.

“Well there’s another connection we made,” The agent let out a sigh, “All of these women are closed off and don’t really go out much or talk to too many people, they all appear to have had lonely childhoods that may have to do with either parents or siblings- possibly lack thereof on both sides. We also learned that they live by themselves in their apartments. And the girl we’re bringing in is the only other one in that whole building who fits all of that criteria.”

The brunette man finally nodded in understanding, “Morgan and JJ bringing her in?”

He had noticed that they were the only two not there in the Idaho police station, Rossi and Prentiss being in the other room talking to the lead detective on the case.

“Ma’am,” JJ’s voice filled Spencer’s ears, “I assure you that we have everything under control, you will be back home in no time.”

“Yeah, our team is on top of it.” Morgan’s voice was soothing, trying to reassure the woman.

A sigh was heard, “Okay, I trust you.”

Spencer froze.

He knew that voice.

It was your voice.

The man stood up out of his chair so fast that he stumbled a little bit, making Hotch look up in slight alarm, “Are you okay, Reid?” When he didn’t get an answer he closed the folder, worry beginning to bubble up in his stomach, “Spencer, what’s wrong?”

Again, there was no answer.

Instead, the man stumbled his way out of the room, causing Aaron to closely follow behind.

As soon as he entered the room all eyes were on him and his disheveled state, but he was only looking at you.

“Y/n.” He breathed out, but since it was so quiet the entire room heard him.

Emily and David had ceased their talking with the detective, Derek and JJ had stopped conversing with you, and the entire room was looking back and forth between the two of you.

“Spencer.” You were equally as shocked, taking a slight step back as if you were just punched in the stomach.

Noticing that the two of you knew each other, Hotchner snapped out of his small daze and turned to the rest of the room, “All right, back to work, people. This killer isn’t going to catch himself.”

Everybody but the BAU and you immediately turned back to their work, embarrassed to have been caught by the intimidating FBI agent.

After sharing a glance, Morgan and Jareau ushered you into the meeting room Spencer had recently been in.

You and Spencer were yet to look away from each other, even as you were moved across the room and into another one.

As soon as the whole team was in the room, Rossi closed the door and looked between the two of you, eyes slightly narrowed, “Okay, what’s going on?”

“What are you doing here?” Spencer asked, ignoring the question, his wide eyes not yet returning to their normal size.

“Me?” You asked in disbelief, “What are you doing here? I kind of didn’t have a choice in the matter.” Referring to when the FBI knocked on your door, telling you that you were in danger and needed to go with them immediately.

If it was even possible, the man’s eyes widened even more, “You’re the possible next victim?”

“Dude, what the hell is going on?” Morgan repeated the former question, using a different approach by gently grabbing Spencer’s shoulder and shaking him a little bit.

He finally snapped his eyes away from you, as if realizing his team was there for the first time, “Oh-um-right.” He hurriedly rushed out, “Guys this is Y/n, my twin sister. Y/n, this is my team for the FBI.”

Everybody in the room looked around in disbelief, “Twin sister?” Emily and JJ asked in sync.

While at the same time you asked, “FBI?”

Derek’s jaw had dropped and both Hotchner and Rossi looked taken aback.

“You work for the FBI?” You asked in shock, before shaking your head slightly, “I’m honestly not that surprised.”

“Behavioral analysis unit.” He said, rocking back and forth on his heels with his hands in his pockets, the mood of the room immediately shifted to an awkward one.

JJ and Emily shared a look, silently wondering how you wouldn’t know where he worked if you were siblings.

“So,” Spencer broke the uncomfortable silence, “You live in Idaho now?”

You nodded, crossing your arms over your stomach, as if trying to make yourself smaller, “I came here for college and decided not to leave after.” You replied softly.

“First time I see you in seven years and you’re a victim of a serial killer.” He winced immediately at the words that slipped out of his mouth.

“Hey guys,” JJ spoke up after having a mini stare down with Morgan on who would have to say something, “I think we have that thing to talk about.”

“Right.” Hotch said a little too quickly, gliding over to the door, “Shall we?”

The rest of the team immediately rushed out of the room, Emily pushing Derek out of the way so she could get out first.

“You two catch up.” Rossi called over his shoulder before closing the door a little too hard.

Spencer looked at the ground and shook his head softly, “Subtle.” He mumbled.

Once again, the two of you fell into an uncomfortable silence, neither one of you wanting to be the one to break it, possibly because you didn’t know what to say.

Finally though, Spencer looked at you and he couldn’t help but sigh, “You never reached out.”

You let out a humorless laugh, looking at the wall as you refused to let him notice your slightly teary eyes, “Neither did you.” You reminded him quietly, shuffling your feet.

“I didn’t know what to say.” He admitted, “After everything that happened-“

“After everything that happened I didn’t think you would ever want to talk to me again.” You spat out venomously, cutting him off as anger began to replace your surprised state.

He looked up in surprise, “Why would you-“

Another humorless laugh escaped your lips, this one more deadly than the last, “We didn’t exactly leave things on a happy note, Spencer.”

He didn’t need to have been a profiler to notice the way you were calling him ‘Spencer’ and not ‘Spence’. You only used to call him by his full name when you were arguing as kids, which was too often if you asked him.

“You didn’t even talk to me about it.” He said quietly, he knew that he didn’t need to tell you what he was talking about. It was something that neither of you could ever forget.

It was about your mother.

For as long as you could remember you knew that something wasn’t right. As you got older you had realized she was sick.

And for the longest time Spencer refused to admit it to himself or let you admit it to him, so as soon as the two of you turned eighteen, you had taken matters into your own hands and checked her into a place that specialized in helping people like her.

You had tried numerous times to talk to your brother about this, but he shut you down every time and never even let you finish talking about it.

So when the worker came to take her, all Spencer could feel was betrayal.

And he had expressed that.

Even though the two of you used to argue all the time about petty things- like all siblings would- this was your worst fight yet. But it was also one sided.

He had yelled and yelled at you for the first time in his life. And you did nothing but take the screams, letting a few tears run out of your eyes. But he didn’t care.

You hadn’t wanted to fight with your brother, you just wanted to help your mother.

It had ended with you leaving the house in tears, and not talking to your own twin brother for seven years because he said one thing that he would regret for the rest of his life.

He told you to get out and never come back, claiming that you didn’t love your own mother.

But at the time he had been so blinded by his rage, that he hadn’t even realized what he had said until much later.

It had been the first time in all of his eighteen years of living that he had screamed his heart out at someone, let alone his little- by five minutes- sister.

Yet another cold laugh escaped your lips as you rolled your eyes, arms still crossed, but more in a defensive way this time, “I tried to. Time and time again, Spencer. But you never even let me get the chance to finish my thoughts before you were changing the subject.”

“Lonely childhood?” He asked out of the blue, as if completely ignoring your previous comment.

You looked at him weirdly, “What?”

“One of the traits the unsub looks for in his… victims” God, he hated using that word to describe you, “is having a lonely childhood. It’s something he can probably relate to.”

You shrugged your shoulders, “So what? I had a lonely childhood.”

“But… you had me.”

You made the mistake of making eye contact with him, and his eyes held such a brokenness and sadness to them that you couldn’t help but feel your heart clench.

As if his pain was your own.

“You weren’t exactly there, Spencer.” Your voice had once again dropped to a whisper.

His eyebrows furrowed subconsciously in confusion, “We lived in the same home.” He pointed out.

You shook your head again, “Physically? Yes, we did. Mentally, though?” You let out a sigh, “You were never really there.”

“We shared the same room.” His voice had become softer as well.

“That’s not what I meant.” You paused, “You were there physically, but your mind was always somewhere else, Spencer.” Another pause, “When I was still playing tag with the neighborhood kids, you were already graduating high school. I was still watching cartoons by the time you were accepted into a college. And it’s not like mom was much company back then.”

He didn’t say anything, just listened.

So you continued, “I never minded you being the smarter one, I was proud of you and all that you accomplished. For a while I was satisfied with being a solid B’s and C’s student… but I was still a kid. And every kid wants to be noticed once and a while, especially by her own mother and twin brother.”

You finished and allowed the silence to once again swallow you whole.

It stayed that way for about two minutes before Spencer finally was able to gather his thoughts enough to speak up, “I had no idea you were feeling that way.”

You shrugged, looking at the wall as you could once again feel the tears prickling at the corners of your eyes, “It wasn’t something that I went around and shared with the world.”

The next thing out of his mouth startled you so much that you almost had to catch yourself from tripping and falling against the closest wall.

“I’m sorry.” He said, looking you directly in the eyes to let you know that he was serious, “I should have noticed you more when we were kids… and I should never have blamed you for what you did for mom. We would have had to do it sooner or later.

You felt a single tear slip out of your right eye and slowly roll down your cheek before falling off of your chin.

And that was all it took for you to go barreling at your brother.

He caught you with surprising ease, holding you close to his chest as he rested his chin on top of your head and rocked you both back and forth.

“I’m sorry too, Spence.” You whispered, hugging him tighter.

The two of you didn’t have to say anything else to know that you were both forgiven and that from that moment on things would be different.

You would both take the time to catch up and become close once again and just talk.

After this case though, of course.