#nobody look at me!!!

[ssaemilyhotchner]

currently capping Emily's funeral and once again getting emotional at seeing Hotch standing at the head of her casket.

in the few seconds that this image is on screen, I think the default assumption is that he's standing at her feet, with the priest officiating at her head. but casket sprays are typically placed over the head of the deceased, and in catholic tradition, the body is usually positioned with the feet to the altar (or in this case, in the direction of the priest)

there's a kind of responsibility and guardianship that the spot entails, which is a lovely position for Hotch to be standing in as her unit chief, but all the more so as one of her secret keepers. it's such a fleeting detail but I love it as a reflection of his enduring care for and duty toward Emily--in life, in death, and (as is the case here) in the messy in-between.

[wanderingwomanwondering]

I think somebody in the 911 writers room has a love of Hemingway. That 612 scene with Buck and Dr Salazar harped on Italy and finding your level “in another country” which is the title of a Hemingway short story set in Italy in which the narrator narrowly escapes death but sustains a leg injury that needs rehab. Bonus point: 611 is called In Another Life which has to be a play on In Another Country, right???

Anyway the summaries and analyses that I read about the short story share A Lot in common with where Buck is rn in his healing journey. Lots of existential themes, bonding with people who’ve had a similar sense of dread/alienation over near-death experiences, etc. Also in the semi-autobiographical story, the young narrator (a stand in for Hemingway himself who rehabbed from a leg injury sustained while driving an ambulance for the red cross 🤔) befriends a major in the Italian army who lost his wife unexpectedly…to pneumonia which got me thinking about being worried about Buck’s lungs and the clot from s3 and the lung contusion in 611. From what I can figure that parallels Eddie most strongly and links Buck to Shannon in Eddie’s story…again! (but also loosely to Bobby’s past if I take off my clown goggles for a sec however bobby’s wife died of her burn injuries more than anything specifically lung related)

And if I squint, I can see parallels between The Old Man and the Sea and Eddie 👀 That would somehow feel interesting if not quite spot on given all the friggin focus on the beach/sea painting in Eddie’s house. Santigo (Eddie) going after the marlin (a relationship) and losing it to sharks (past unresolved trauma, old unhealthy emotional patterns, etc) but when he accepts his failure and returns home, he’s able to regain the faith of his peers, reconnect with his bestie, and fish on for another day. I feel like that could be a fun metaphor for lessons Eddie has learned and being ready to apply them in a new relationship…with Buck

Anyway I don’t know if this is a thing but it’s definitely got me thinking thoughts. Full disclosure: I haven’t read In Another Country and I did read Old Man and the Sea but it was a gazillion years ago so all my musings are based on internet summaries and thematic analyses. If a Hemingway scholar amongst the fandom wants to weigh in, I’m here for it!!

[tunakitchen]

40K QBAGINA‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥💯💯💥 MINECRAFT YURI 🔛🔝

clip from @pixiecaps

[pokeharvest]

i need to think about literally anything else i'm gonna be sick

[nat-20s]

Ten and Donna end up on a fucked up deadly space newlyweds show despite uh. Not being newlyweds but they get almost all the questions right. They start to sweat when the final question is "what's one secret desire you have involving the other?" And Donna writes "sometimes I wish I could occasionally shrink down the doctor real small so I could carry him around in my pocket and make sure he doesn't get lost' while Ten writes "sometimes I wish I was small enough that Donna could carry me around in like a cat backpack or maybe a shirt pocket" and they look at each other like AYYYYYY because not only are they deeply drift compatible they're also fuckin weird about it 💖

[cookiedough77]

ok like you know those things where they have ladybug and chat noir dress nice to go "undercover" or something at an event like a fancy part or something-

yeah so ladynoir.... but its dress chat noir and suit ladybug

i drew them again but better go look LOOK NOW

[skltart]

siri, play animal by aurora

[puppyudderly-dreamy]

i genuinely don't know how this assumption that we think hrt turns us into anime girls got started??? and why it's still going??? are there transfems genuinely believing this cuz to me it sounds like someone saw one tgirl say she wanted to be like bridget guilty gear and then invented a literalized strawman of her and projected that onto every transfem ever but idk maybe it's a real problem and im the weird one for feeling condescended to

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[greatcometcas]

If you feel it, chase it.

[cozylittleartblog]

Columbo and the Knight (1984)

put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.

Autism W!

[pokeharvest]

i get so embarrassed about looking thru the gale tag. nobody look at me

[tiarpopdind]

Painted this guy 🙄🙄🙄

[lovebunnie]

“i love being aromantic” i say as i feel my chest cavity rotting from the inside at the unquenchable desire for love in a way that is truly a secret third thing but its not a secret i want to keep it is a secret nobody is willing to listen to and im trapped in a state of isolation of my own making because no matter how much love i have to give it will never be enough. it will never be enough. it will never be enough.

[stark-lord]

charles + hands

for @iammissdistress and @purgatory606

[eatingmarkerz]

guys guys im not dead look *waves this kris drawing in your face* ooooooo you like it ooooo you lov it

*dies once more*