#rehashing the same arguments

[leafatlaw]

I can’t properly articulate how Rolan is intensely familiar with the word Regret. He eats it for breakfast, skips lunch but eats it agin for dinner. He loves being a lawyer, he really does, but sometimes he just thinks about all the what if’s. Chicago is too big, he wishes he stayed closer to home, it’s too lonely, he wishes he moved to California. Work keeps him so busy and stressed out, he wishes he had been a biologist instead, or a writer, like he always wanted to. He wishes he called his parents more, he wishes he still went out for walks in the morning, he wishes had gotten a dog.  He misses gallaway, more than he cares to say. And well, he wishes he had told Rand how he felt, before he left, once he came back. Just, before it was too late.

[separatist-apologist]

Genuinely, and I mean this kindly, but learning to recognize bait and not engaging with it will change your fandom experience.

[thenonbinarydetective]

Gotham War is shit and all, but I'm starting to get tired of people complaining that Bruce was OOC that was like literally one of the main points

complain about literally anyone else being OOC because they don't have an excuse

[emjee]

election stress dreams :(

[minothtime]

searched zukka on twitter to find some cute art and i got blasted with an immense amount of hate like jfc girl it's not that serious

[teiasviago]

i think “a day in the life” might be the best episode yet 💀

[tendercoretroglodyke]

sorry but fuck the met gala

[mean-scarlet-deceiver]

BoCo and Bear have this unique look they exchange. Not every day but like once every month or so—whenever there is extremely predictable drama going down at Tidmouth.

It's a wordless "Can you believe this shit?" / "No, somehow, even after forty years, I cannot quite believe this shit."

[mildmayfoxe]

can we not do baby it’s cold outside discourse again. haven’t we had enough

[fuckedupwizard]

i'm glad of my time in the danmei fandom, there are some i still want to read since they're now being published as complete translations, and my favourite blorbo/his main ship will be important to me for my whole life probably. but i cannot in good conscience recommend the fandom to anyone... oh my god. it was the WORST!!! i don't think i've ever seen more discourse in my life, and the thing is, it's still going. character hate and people mistaking mild criticism for hate. the exact same people having virulent top/bottom discourse like, 4-5 years ago are still doing it. someone made a joke about a character being unhygienic bc they were a forever teenager and instead of ignoring it the fans chased them off twitter. people shipping a main character with a side character and getting harassed for disrespecting the author.... screaming. terminally online fandom.

[bubmyg]

i need twitter to move on i wanna talk abt the excerpt I saw of jin saying he created meal plans for bts bc he saw yoongi blending chicken and grape juice

[acreepywholockian]

A poem I wrote for my wife

Say what you will about my wife

Was it my fault she went this way in life?

Was my queerness too much for a boy to bear

So she had no choice but to grow her hair?

Or did I accept them as they were then

Encouraging choice for my best friend?

Letting her be who she wanted to be

By showing her who I was, fully me?

Did that stir a change, a rapid onset

To grow her hair as well as breast

That let her turn into a gorgeous butterfly,

Given half a chance to grow and thrive?

Did I turn her into something I liked

Or was she always the one for whom I'd give my life?

Whether called he, she, they, or anything else

I'd never have her as less than her true self.

Did I know, back then, who she would be?

No, but there's no other face I'd rather wake to see.

So you took me, so I take you

To be my wedded partner, too.

[tiercel]

Im already starting to see posts about it so im gonna say it preemptively anyone who puts weird flag drama on my feed gets the boot

[papirouge]

Nazi in the 1930s : no one wants them Jews, there HAS to be something wrong with them. Might as well exterminate them.

Zionists in 2024 : no one wants to give visa to Palestinians, the HAS to be something wrong with them. Might as well exterminate them ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

ChEckMaTe pRo Pals!! 🤡

[luveline]

Hiii!! Could I request a bombshell reader x Spencer where someone (a local police maybe) says something rude to her about her appearance or something and normally it doesn’t really get to her, but something snaps and she kinda shuts down/is rude to Spencer until he coaxes it out of her? Sorry it’s long I had an idea and ran w it loollll

ty for requesting angel! confident fem!reader, 1k

Spencer shouldn’t expect his colleague to hold his hand, especially one so confident. What sense would that make, a woman as established as you are, who smiles without a lick of worry nor smugness, wanting to hold his hand? 

But you do it all the time, is the thing. In the car on the way to crime scenes, in the hallways of the office, under the round table. It started as a tethering for his distractedness, when one day he’d wanted to talk but hadn’t had the presence of mind to walk at the same time, so you’d taken his hand and led him to the office. You’ve been taking it at your discretion ever since.  

Spencer knows something is wrong —you haven’t tried to hold his hand all day. And even if you aren’t interested in him romantically, Spencer has come to crave the touch. He’ll accept platonic hand holding. Anything, really. 

“You’re staring very deeply, Dr. Reid,” you mutter, shades from your usual lightness. 

“I’m thinking.” 

“Aren’t you always?” 

“About you.”

“Well,” you smile fleetingly. “You should always be thinking about me.” 

“You’re truly humble.” 

His joke doesn’t land, it crashes and burns; your smile fades completely into a short, sharp line. Your gaze moves back into the restaurant, waiting for the team's food order in silence once again. 

Spencer’s pinky finger twitches across the gap. 

“Is everything okay?” he asks. 

“Fine.” 

You stay quiet, Spencer worries. He takes the bags before you can when they bring your food to the collection desk, two lumps of heat he holds to his thighs as you begin the walk back to the hotel. Tonight, the team will pick at their food together and rehash the same arguments they’ve been making all day, filling in each other's gaps, and tomorrow the work will start again. He can’t have you this unhappy again tomorrow. 

“You’re amazing,” he says, watching you turn to him from the corner of his eye, “you know you are, we all do, everyone who meets you. I know you don’t need me to tell you that, or to feel better, but… I’m here for you. If you want to talk. It’s been a hard couple of days, and talking about traumatic events as they happen and directly afterward make them easier to recover from.” 

“I’m not traumatised.” 

“Upsetting,” he corrects. “Having a shoulder to cry on is good for you, and I can be that shoulder. You know, if you need me to be.” 

He can’t know this in the moment, though maybe one day you’ll tell him, further down the line when the hand holding is better defined, but you look at him and you love him. To know Spencer is to love him. Or at least that’s how you’ve always felt. You’d love to cry on his shoulder about what transpired that morning if it weren’t embarrassing to think about, you’re upset over a throwaway comment made by nobody important. 

Spencer offers his company earnestly. He stammers. It’s amazingly sincere, as he usually is. He won’t mind if it’s embarrassing, he’ll just listen. 

You clear your throat. “I know I’m not to everyone’s taste. I know that the way I… present myself isn’t what most men like. People love confidence, but not when it’s bossy, not when it’s– when it’s vain. And I am vain. I think about my appearance a lot, I think I’m beautiful most of the time, I try so hard to have that be true.” You eye him thoughtfully. “Do you realise that?” 

He shakes his head gently, one ear toward one shoulder and then the other, as though balancing. “Sort of. I know you put effort into your appearance, but I also assume a lot of it to be natural.” 

“Right, well. It’s not natural. Not really. My natural beauty wouldn’t be all the beautiful to most people. And I’ve accepted that, I know what I like about myself, and–” You’re losing the thread of your point, an upset creeping into your melodic tone and turning it ragged. “When people tell me they don’t like how I look now, I guess it hurts because I know they wouldn’t like me before, either, and I feel defeated because I know I can’t win.” 

“Who said they don’t like how you look?” Spencer asks, confused, on his way to annoyed. 

“Officer Friendly.” You look to your shoes, watching the steps you take. “Guess he wasn’t as nice as we thought.” 

“What did he say to you?” 

You shrug. “Same story. He doesn’t like girls who wear makeup. Doesn’t like uppity women.” 

“Did he call you that?” 

“What are you gonna do if he did?” you ask without malice. 

“Morgan’s teaching me self defence for a reason.” You smile at his light joke, though it doesn’t last. He transfers the takeout bags into one hand, the other held out to you, his fingers sliding down your arm to your wrist. “You know you’re beautiful, with or without makeup. And you’re not uppity, you’re out of his league. There’s a difference.” 

“You’re flirting with me.” 

“No.” He wishes he had the wherewithal sometimes, but this isn’t flirting. “I’m being honest with you. Men like that don’t like you because they know they’ll never, ever have you, or anyone like you. There isn’t anyone like you,” he adds, sliding his hand into yours. 

He squeezes all your fingers together twice in quick succession. 

“Don’t let a jealous chauvinist halfwit make you think you’re not good enough,” he says. 

You curl your fingers around his before he can take his hand back. Slowly, you squeeze his hand. Then, smiling, you let him go. 

“I’ve never heard you say something mean like that,” you say. “Halfwit. That’s crass.” 

“I was going to say he’s an asshole, if that’s better.” 

Your laugh echoes off of the sidewalk. “That’s perfect. Say something meaner.” 

The insult he uses next doesn’t bear repeating. 

[travellingwiththedead]

People are being arsehole anons in the iwtv tag again concerning a certain fight in a certain episode *le sigh*. People need better hobbies...