#JUST SPITBALLING OFC.

[ethereeality]

( ooc. ) So,,,, what if I added some TF muses, including my OC to my roster?? 👉👈

[fumifooms]

I don’t like minimizing the importance and gravity of Laios and Toshiro’s fight into just being a childish squabble, even if to a degree it is framed that way, because to both of them it has a lot of personal significance and emotional weight and runs very deep to their characters… The fight isn’t nothing it’s a LOT, they made up but it’s not something easy to express and to get over for either of them which makes it all the more meaningful! I’m on both sides but there very much are sides, there’s no "they’re both having a ball, Toshiro and Laios hand in hand yay" side to the fight, that comes after

The fight with Toshiro WAS very scary to Laios, almost existentially so, but it’s moreso the "I thought I’d made a friend!!" bit and my god. My god actually

Like it’s not "just" about oh his friend liking him less than he thought, THAT IS SO MUCH. It’s a bond he thought he had being a lie it’s all the time and moments spent together either being a lie from his perspective or marred now looking back. It’s not only being upset at Toshiro for lying but upset at himself that he’s so easy to fool, it’s being upset that there’s something so wrong with you that you can’t even tell if your "close buddy" even actually likes you or not, it’s like. Holding my head. He can’t trust his own vision of events that happened do you see. There’s always this film of distrust that it could be a lie that should be there when he interacts with people there’s always this sense of cloak and dagger to expect backstabs out of nowhere because you CAN’T see it coming you CAN’T you CAN’T there’s something about you which makes it impossible so you CAN’T-

He’s so scared of not being able to read people. He knows it’s a weak spot he has, he’s always known. All of these bits are centered around social expectations and betrayals, the assumption that he doesn’t belong either in society or with other humans.

And Laios’ level of awareness is actually sort of complex to analyze, but it’s there, there’s how out of him and Falin he was the one sensitive to the ~aura of hatred~ he felt from the townspeople, there’s of course his nightmares whispering to him about the mocking looks, and how yeah actually he realizes that his gold stripper coworker was taking advantage of him. There’s of course the Winged Lion speech about his trauma and how he fundamentally mistrusts/dislikes humans to some deep seated degree, this distrust that he still keeps under control always. There’s how pre-canon he often wanted to suggest eating monsters but never worked up the courage to bring it up with the others. There’s how he comes across as stoic when he isn’t being enthusiastic…… We don’t know how aware and wary he is exactly in the moment but we do know he has some anxiety around social stuff, and looking back he does notice and aughh augh, the sense you have to hide yourself to not get hurt, and be on your guard and shit and.

When you don’t know what to look out for and when to look out for it, the general ‘common sense’ of not always trusting people or noticing when someone’s messing with you becomes hypervigilance in social settings

"Man they really know what you hate huh." Being socially unaware literally plagues him, he knows, he knows it so well.

It’s so quick that it’s almost hard to digest how literal and blatant Laios summoning his monster to crush all the people who’ve hurt him is. His literal go-to coping mechanism for comfort in his literal monster-induced emotionally intense nightmare, saving him by taking away the upsetting element (the humans)

"Monsters are his coping fantasy, where they can whisk him away from humanity, all the hurt it’s caused him and its arbitrary rules" with the subtlety of a brick. Monsters are his comfort safe zone "because they kill humans" yes but no it’s because he pits them as the guardians against humans who to him are in the role of the agressors. To him they represent freedom from the shackles of what it means to be part of humanity, a fundamentally social species

[fortruechaos]

@enaergy said: I'VE  HIT  PEOPLE  FOR  LESS. ( from Kolossos ! )

"What a coincidence. So have I." Quills bristle--Shadow's voice is a harsh dropped scowl of a sentence. Indeed, the hedgehog's primary thought through this entire interaction has really just been: Why is this thing so goddamn tall? The bloody tear-track eyes and black sclera and permanently affixed smile were one thing. But a "Sonic" who towers at nearly three times his height is another. Again, Shadow wonders to himself... Why is he so goddamn tall? Not even the bizarre arm-weapon gets the Ultimate Lifeform's attention like Kolossos's height does.

Kolossos is very out of place here. Everything about it just screams strangeness to Shadow--the Energy that comes off of him he's not so sure can even be defined as Chaos. And because of this Shadow is certainly struggling to parse why exactly this thing has come to this Zone. He tries to redirect the conversation from 'punching' back to the important matter at hand. "Just hand that over." He points to the semi-destroyed and deactivated Metal Sonic carcass the alternate(?) is waving around in his hand. "I can't let you take him. I will punch you if you try."

[spitballing]

i lowkey want fandoms to be like they were in like. 2017 or so. give me my undertale ass au shit please

[jaqdawks]

first draft fucks so hard dude

[bolithesenate]

i see your theory and i raise you:

the sith do whatever the fuck they want, they are sith after all.

but jedi depictions of those Fallen always have the robes right-over-left. you know, in mourning.

i'm just saying that the since jedi wear their robes left-over-right, the sith should reverse that (irl, kimono are worn left-over-right because right-over-left is for the dead at funerals) when they wear asymmetrical clothes, as a little sartorial 'kriff u' hubris like death is another one of those chains from their code to break. like maul's robes should cross right over left. if he, u know, wore them closed.

[whppxdit4chi]

EDIT TO ADD:

Just to be clear if anyone cares and because this post kinda blew up and people started dragging me and I’m pretty sure they assumed that I was suggesting anything I said was in some way representative of my beliefs/theories:

I was totally just spitballing shit off the top of my head.

I never intended my word salad to trigger such a heated debate, I genuinely was just hoping for a civilised discussion about what’s right/wrong, what’s most/least likely. I want to understand all this deep stuff and engage with the fandom and hear people’s thoughts. I don’t have the mental capacity to weave intricate theories that tie all strings together like some of this fandom does. This post was incredibly fucking low effort drivel that I tossed out into the universe in the hopes of exploring different possibilities and engaging in conversation about exploring the significance of the differing appearances of the Stark children. Nowhere was it supposed to say I *want* the characters mentioned to fail/succeed. Nowhere was it supposed to imply that I know the significance of it. I just picked up something that was sitting with me and thought aloud about what it could mean and just came up with a random idea of what it might mean without much thought. At least some part of the thought was shaped by the end of Robb’s story and because he failed due to what I interpreted as getting too close to Southern politics and perhaps forgetting the core values he was fighting for along the way. I don’t know. I feel like I shouldn’t say anything else now cause anything I could say feels like it will just fuel the fire.

I’ve confessed multiple times now that what I said was shortsighted, wrong and didn’t consider intricacies that refute what I was saying entirely. Now if people could chill and take the post for what it is, that would be great.

ORIGINAL POST:

Do any of y’all asoiaf homies think there could be some significance to the Stark kids’ appearance?

My brain does not currently have the capacity to explain what I mean exactly but I’m talking in the sense that the majority of the kids look like Tullys not Starks, notably it’s said that Arya and Jon look most like Starks and it just made me wonder whether that somehow foreshadows their failures- in the sense that the rest cannot truly uphold Stark values and therefore ultimately fail? Idk if I’m just pulling shit from thin air and this may not make much sense but I just think that fact might somehow imply that they’ll be the ones to uphold Stark values in the send and ultimately succeed in their endeavours.

Ofc I understand I’m ultimately damning Sansa, Bran and Rickon in this but I wouldn’t put it past GRRM to plan that far ahead and use some kind of magical heritage-related symbolism like that… and ofc nobody is safe in asoiaf so there’s that too.

[jadetea-writing]

I've been seeing lots of Spider-Rumi AUs, but have you considered: Bat-Rumi

Spitballing:

No honmoon

Miyeong and husband tragically die

Celine raises Rumi - Alfred like role ig? She definitely still had the hots for Miyeong tho, that's constant in every universe

Hot CEO Rumi - she's everyone's type and def has the playgirl reputation - all genders are unsafe from her smoking hot gaze

Even with a softer Celine, is Rumi really Rumi without internalized shame and self loathing?

So she takes it out on criminals at night lmao

I dunno if she would also have Bruce's aversion to firearms, but I like her having a sword, so maybe some kind of fancy taser sword

Mira as Talia - unwilling heir, issues with family, etc etc

Zoey as a feisty Cat woman - definitely not similar to Selina, but it would be SO funny if she just stole random shit during heists bc stuff caught her attention

She really, really wanted to be turtle-themed, but alas, turtles are slow on land

(i was considered Harley! Zoey and Ivy! Mira, but I don't think that works as well for polytrix)

Bc of course it's polytrix

Gwi-Ma as the Joker? Or idk he could be his own thing with a demon themed gang

Idr abt Jinu, but if he is/was Gwi-Ma aligned maybe her found out abt Rumi's secret identity and thought abt blackmailing her until she saved his mom and sis (Gwi-ma's leverage?)

And the he tragically dies ofc, it's Jinu, he has to

anyways Mira and Zoey are initially rivals for Rumi's affection (in competition with vigilantism tbh bc she's married to The Job) and then realize they can pair up to pull their workaholic nerd away from beating up criminals and taking them to pound town instead

Instead of patterns, I would guess that Rumi might have some burn scars she's ashamed of?

I'm thinking maybe her parents died in a targeted car bombing and she has survivor's guilt from either being the sole survivor or being near/burned bc she tried to save them but couldn't

I DON'T HAVE THE TIME OR SPOONS OR DC KNOWLEDGE TO WRITE THIS AAAAAAUUUGHHH

If anyone gets inspired and writes this PLEASE TELL ME

[brownskinandlemon]

obikin au where they’re just goofy little detectives or something like x-files.

obviously anakin is a good-hearted but reckless young gun that is partnered with obi-wan, who is very experienced but kinda jaded and taking it slow after his previous partner (qui-gon) died or something idk. and basically working with anakin makes obi-wan feel young again (and ages him ofc because oh god anakin what did you do) as far as caring about the job and caring about people, specifically his weird little co-worker/brother/son.

just spitballing but i think they’d be adorable :(

[aangell333]

hi<333 can i do like a fluff and smut request for aaron hotchner? a virgin//very innocent reader (18+, ofc) who’s maybe spencer’s sister or something, and she meets aaron and he knows she has a crush on him? super flirty banter and lots of touching until it drives the reader crazy, but she won’t admit that it makes her horny? eventually aaron, who’s always so blunt, asks if she’s horny at that moment, and they have a talk about her wants and needs? maybe daddy issues! reader? obv eventual full smut

idk i’m a sucker for daddy! aaron taken innocent readers virginity

thank u <333

how you managed to land a job at the bau, the behavioural analysis unit, at the f-b-fucking-i is beyond you. you’d answered an ad, filled out a form, did a quick interview and boom. you’d been appointed to a team.

granted, it was only as an assistant, most likely running the team’s coffees, but still. that’s running coffees for the fbi. how many people can say they do that for a living?

you walked in on your first day a bundle of nerves. you’d chosen your cutest-but-still-work-appropriate outfit and genuinely tried to walk in with your head held high. but the whispers and mutters that followed you through the bullpen left you more nervous than you’d started. willing yourself not to run, you sped up your pace slightly and trotted up the stairs that lead you to your new boss’s office.

you knocked on the door quickly, trying to soothe your racing heart.

“come in.” a deep voice called you, commanding and loud. you cracked the door open and stood awkwardly at the threshold. your eyes widened as you took in the scene.

the man that sat before you was nothing you’d ever seen before. it was as if he’d been crafted from the purest marble sent by the gods, chiselled away at by the most experienced and meticulous hands. he was incredible, deep, black eyes that matched the neat hair on his head, the quirk of his questioning eyebrow as you gawked at him.

“m-mr- detective hotchner. I’m y/n y/l/n, your new assistant?” you squeaked out, trying not to cringe at how shaky and scared you sounded. his face cleared, like ripples calming on a pond, leaving it smooth and glassy. like a pond who’s lips you wanted to capture on yours and-

“ah, of course! come on in and take a seat,” he rose from his desk and held his hand out with a soft smile.

your feet moved of their own accord, moving you closer to the beautiful man as you placed your hand in his. his other hand came up to clasp yours as they shook, yours disappearing beneath his. once he released your hand, you both sat down at the same time. the guest chair situated at his desk was slightly uncomfortable and you tried not to squirm in the plastic.

“would you like a tea? coffee?” he asked you, closing the manila folder on his desk and tucking it away.

“I feel like I should be asking you that,” you joked with an airy laugh and you tried to fight the swoon that threatened you at the sound of his own chuckle.

“don’t worry about that just yet. let’s get you acquainted before we start rushing you off your feet,” he said with a quick smile.

the two of you then started discussing your boundaries. what you were willing to do, what you’re a little more less experienced in doing. he assured you multiple times that you would be kept well away from any unsubs, no matter who requested what of you.

“I don’t want you in any danger, y/n. it is my responsibility to keep you safe.” he’d said in a serious tone, making himself clear to you.

a week later, you found yourself in an nypd precinct, listening to the detectives spitball theories. you were perched on a spinny desk stool offered by mr hotchner - having not yet got past addressing him as his formal name, no matter how many times he insisted you call him hotch - as he perched on the desk behind you. his hands gripped the edges of the desk, knuckles ever so gently brushing your back each time you squirmed in your seat.

“…targeting women much like this young lady here,” you flushed as the captain of the precinct gestured a hand towards you. he chuckled and winked at mr hotchner above you. “better keep your assistant safe, detective hotchner.”

he went on to give more details of the case to his team, but you couldn’t listen. your breath was caught in your chest and anxiety curled itself into your chest.

“hey, hey, it’s ok.” mr hotchner mumbled from above you, leaning down slightly towards your ear. you felt his knuckles gently skimming up and down your back. the action calmed you slightly and you leaned into his touch. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

the words made you swoon… and strangely… made your core clench? a frown briefly furrowed your brow and you wondered what caused such a reaction down there. you had rarely felt anything down there apart from pain during your period, and you hadn’t felt such a… tingly feeling since your teenage years.

the captain dismissed his team and he and the rest of the bau came over to you and mr hotchner. their appearance made him sit back up and move his hand back to gripping the edge of the desk.

“so, what’s the move, hotch?” derek asked, folding his arms and adjusting his stance.

mr hotchner hummed and frowned, bringing a hand up to his mouth. you gently rolled your chair to the side a little so that you weren’t in the way, not liking how the attention on him made you feel out of place. mr hotchner began reeling off his plan, giving jobs out to the members of his team. his tone was commanding and firm, leaving no room for argument as the team started their investigation for the case.

“..and, y/n, could you collect some menus from restaurants in the area for us all to look over so we can decide on a place for dinner?” he asked you, his voice significantly softer and kinder with a gentle hand on your shoulder. you nodded and gathered your things, heading over to the briefing room where the team had set up.

throughout the day, you couldn’t shake that ache and tingle in your core. you lay back on the hotel bed, staring at the ceiling above you with your hands folded on your stomach. your core was throbbing by now, begging for… you didn’t know what for. but it throbbed. and ached.

you’d never… done anything down there. never touched it or had it touched. back in high school, your friends would always tell you about their sex lives and who they were sleeping with. but you were always too… shy. too nervous to do any of that. so you stuck to yourself, no matter how people teased you for being a virgin. and you had always had that in the back of your mind whenever anyone had tried to initiate anything with you. how inexperienced you were. how you didn’t know what you were doing. so you’d stop it all entirely. and that’s how you ended up here, 26 and not once touched.

maybe mr hotchner wouldn’t mind… you found yourself thinking. you often found yourself thinking of what mr hotchner thought of you. if he liked you at all. you were pretty sure he did, he was very nice to you and gentler with you than he was with everyone else. he was almost like a father to the group…

he was more of a father than your own was. your father came and went from your home as he pleased, leaving you to care for your sick mother yourself. and when he was home… it wasn’t very pretty. you cringed at the amount of times you had to pick your own bedroom lock after he’d left again so that you could tend to your mother. you were scared of your father, knowing he could find you whenever he wanted to find you. the thought made you sick to your stomach.

you huffed and shifted onto your side, pushing the duvet off of you. your eyes drifted to the digital clock you’d brought with you, 12:46. not great considering you had to be up at 6am the next day. but sleep seemed like a foreign mystery to you at that time, so you decided a cold shower would help shake this unusual feeling from your core. so that’s what you did, kicking the duvet away and padding over to the en-suite.

you sat in the briefing room of the precinct slightly dazed the next day. you’d slept in by accident, and the sound of derek banging on your door was what woke you up. at 6:57am.

mr hotchner sat beside you as he watched the captain at the front of the room, describing his theories. your tired gaze was fixed on the pot of pens in the middle of the table as you zoned everything out. the strange tingly feeling was back in your core, poking at your entrance. it had started when you were making coffees for everyone and mr hotchner had leaned over you from behind to grab you the pot of sugar you couldn’t reach, his hand placed gently on your waist. the interaction had left you breathless and… throbbing. you squirmed in your seat and pressed your thighs together, praying it would go away.

you screwed your eyes tight shut and opened them again, your eyes flitting to the movement you saw in the corner of them. mr hotchner had his hands folded on the table, wringing them together. his knuckles and fingers flexed, the veins in the back of his hands popping. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, exposing his pale forearms and the large vein that struck out there. you blinked your eyes hard again, not understanding why this only increased the ache in your core and made your hole clench up tight.

your attention was drawn back to the room as everybody began rising from the table, heading to do their tasks for the day. you followed, grabbing leftover books and folders. a hand encircled your upper arm and you came face to face with jj giving you a soft smile. the door clicked behind derek, leaving you and jj alone in the room.

you liked jj. she was a lovely girl. the two of you had quickly become close and she was the first one - besides mr hotchner - to ask you to run an errand that wasn’t coffee. the two of you often gossiped with penelope garcia and sometimes elle greenaway too, the girls more of them than not sharing their ‘sex-capades’ as penelope likes to call it. jj was one of the first to really trust you.

“hey, sit down for me,” she said, sitting in the seat beside you and retracting her hand. you sat down too, following her actions mutely. “you ok? you’ve been a little… out of it. hotch asked me to talk to you.”

you cringed a little at that, not liking how mr hotchner had acknowledged your not-all-there-ness.

“I-I’m fine. I just… dunno. things have been a bit… different lately.” you said, folding your legs and pressing your hands together.

“different?”

“yeah. I just… you know you were telling me about that guy you met. the one who… slept over at your house.” jj chuckled a little at your euphemism but nodded.

“yes, I remember. why, has a guy slept over at your house recently?” excitement gleamed in her eye a little but you quickly shook your head.

“nono! no… but… you remember you said you felt… achey down there? the good achey.” you said and jj slowly nodded.

“well… i’ve just been… feeling that. and… I don’t know what to do about it.” you mumbled. “and… I don’t wanna… touch myself-“ your voice dropped to a whisper and you cleared your throat “-but… it needs to stop.”

jj chuckled a little.

“okaaay, well. do you know what caused it?”

you hesitated before nodding quickly but stayed mute.

“do you… wanna tell me?”

you shook your head quickly.

“right. well. whatever or whoever has turned you on-“ you cringed “-is most likely what will help to get rid of it. and yes, y/n, that means sex.” she chuckled fondly at the way you cringed again. she stood up, placed a hand on your shoulder and kissed your temple lightly. “you’ll be fine, y/n/n. I believe in you.”

and with that, she left the briefing room.

for the rest of the week, the tingle mostly stayed with you. on the jet back to quantico, you sat at the very back, thighs pressed firmly together and head fuzzy. your eyes stared straight ahead but were unseeing and your plush lips were parted but soundless.

your eyes flickered over to the movement in the corner of your eye, catching mr hotchner as he stepped out of the bathroom while shaking his hands to rid them of the lingering water droplets. his eyes met yours and he sent you a quick, fond wink with a smile. you swooned internally at his large presence, wanting nothing but for the older man to swoop you up and-

you stopped yourself and looked away before your thoughts could become any more explicit.

your eyes widened as you realised mr hotchner was walking towards you. he wore a kind smile as he took the seat beside you and placed a hand on your forearm. he gently unclasped your hands as you anxiously wrung them together and moved the one nearest to him to the armrest that separated his and your seats, his large fingers softly encircling your wrist.

“hey, did jj talk to you?” he asked you, voice politely low to keep your conversation private. you could only dumbly nod your head, eyes lost in his. “good, good. is everything ok?”

you actually swooned slightly this time at his protectiveness but managed to force your voice out of your throat.

“u-uh- yeah. I’m fine just… bit of a strange week,” you were glad mr hotchner took your words the way he did, assuming you meant ‘strange’ in regards to this being your first case.

“I agree,” he chuckled. “and an awful unsub to be your first, please understand that not everyone in the world is like that.”

you giggled in response.

“do you need me to grab you anything, sir?” you asked him, wondering why he was taking an interest in your well-being; no older male had ever done that for you. his brow furrowed.

“no, no, I was checking if you’re ok. the health of my team is important to me. you’re important to me, y/n.” his face was full of sincerity as he spoke and his eyes twinkled. your own eyes, on the other hand, threatened to fill with tears as a ball settled in your chest. your throat was suddenly raw and your head ached.

“oh…” was all you could force out.

“y/n, are you ok?” you nodded quickly and bolted to the bathroom, stumbling down the aisle of the jet.

in the toilet, you could feel your breath shortening rapidly. he cared about you. no man had ever said such words to you, and if they had, it was never to your face. but for some reason, you panties felt… sticky. and that familiar ache settled in your core. you tried to muffle your whine of desperation as the feeling returned, desperately trying to figure out just why you were feeling distraught and… turned on, as jj had called it.

once the jet landed, you grabbed your bag from the overhead locker and hurried inside of the bau building to dump everything at your desk. you sat in your desk chair and took a big sigh. mr hotchner had asked you to stay a while in case the team needed anything, so you did just that.

you checked the time on the big clock opposite your desk. 5:34pm. nice, not too late. mr hotchner said the team didn’t take long to debrief after a case, unless fbi time and civilian time worked differently.

which you assumed it did, because the team didn’t leave the briefing room until 6:15. you had pages and pages of notes that mr hotchner had asked you to take.

your distress had passed now, but that ache was refusing to leave. you sat back at your desk and huffed, pressing your thighs together in an attempt to shift the tension elsewhere.

from the desk near yours, derek shot you a quirked brow.

“you ok there, sweet girl?” he asked and you couldn’t help but flush at the nickname.

“I told you not to call me that.” was all you could mumble as you dumped your notepad in your drawer. derek grinned and pushed his chair over, leaning his beefy forearms on the desk.

“why? cuz it makes you all flustered?” he teased. you sat back in your chair and huffed.

“normally, it’s a compliment. but I’m not really in the mood for compliments right now.” you sighed, pushing a bouncy ball penelope had given you around your desk. you gently flicked it to him and he stopped it with his fingers before flicking it back. the two of you played the little game of rolling the ball between each other as you talked.

“why? cuz you all frustrated?” he smirked and you frowned, still not lifting your eyes to his.

“I’m not frustrated, I’m just… flat.” you said and he chuckled.

“no, no, I mean… sexually frustrated.” you blushed a deeper red at his words and sat up straight in your chair.

“I-I am not! shush!” you scooped the ball up in your fingers and bounced it against his forehead. he flinched slightly and chuckled with a grin.

“come on, the whole bau can see you got it bad for hotch. we’re behavioural analysts. and, if it helps, he’s got it bad for you too.” he winked at you and bounced the ball across the desk to you.

“no he doesn’t.” you grumbled as you swung your chair side-to-side slightly. derek chuckled again and rolled his eyes.

“whatever you say, sweet girl,” he grinned, winking again before he rolled his chair back to his desk. you frowned, easily seeing that he didn’t believe you.

eventually, people began drifting home. penelope was the first to leave, humming a tune and loudly calling goodbye as she went. then it was jj, and then derek. gideon left soon after, quickly followed by elle, leaving you and spencer in the bullpen.

mr hotchner was tucked away in his office working on some paperwork. he had come down a few times while the team were dispersing to refill his mug and grab a snack. his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and his tie loosened. his forearms were on display, that one vein running down making your head foggy.

at one point, as the temperature in the bullpen dropped as the night went on, he had noticed your shivering and draped his blazer around you. he had stood over you with a fond smile as he helped you slip your arms into the blazer. your cheeks had flushed red and you were unable to tear your eyes from his. once he’d walked off, spencer had thrown you a look before quickly looking back to his folder.

the action had once again settled an ache in your core, your entrance clenching tight as his scent invaded your senses. you fought every urge tugging at your nerves to bring the blazer up to your nose and inhale.

“night, y/n,” spencer said with a quick open-handed wave before he clutched his satchel to his stomach and left.

“see ya later, spencer,” you smiled at him as he walked away. the elevator dinged, indicating his descent, leaving you and mr hotchner alone in the building.

you glanced over your shoulder to his office. the blinds were drawn and soft light spilled from beneath the crack of his door. you sighed, fiddling with the hem of his blazer. you sighed and turned back to your computer screen, looking at the game of solitaire you were playing to distract yourself from your throbbing and wet core. you glanced at the clock on the bottom of your screen, 9:54pm. damn… a few minutes later, mr hotchner’s door opened and his footsteps descended the stairs.

“spencer went home?” he asked. you hummed in response, tearing your eyes away from the cards automatically flitting up to their correct spaces and giving him a smile. mr hotchner smiled as he saw your screen. “nice game.”

“thanks, beat my record.” you suddenly blushed. “sorry, I shouldn’t be playing games on company time.”

“that’s quite alright.” mr hotchner said with a smile, leaning on the edge of your desk and folding his arms. “you don’t have any tasks to do.”

you would’ve nodded, if you weren’t too distracted by the sight of his arms almost right in front of your face. you shifted in your seat as your core throbbed with heat and your mouth suddenly filled with saliva.

“y/n?…” the sound of mr hotchner’s deep voice calling you back to reality snapped you from your trance.

“I-I’m sorry- I- I was distracted-“ “y/n, are you horny right now?”

your mind blanked. you stared at his face with a surprised expression, your brows raised and lips parted. you couldn’t think, only embarrassment coiling in your chest.

“I-…” you trailed off, not finding the words to answer your boss’s such blunt question. your core ached again, however, and you could feel wetness gush into your panties. his fingertips gently grasped your jaw and he leaned down to you a little.

“I asked you a question, y/n,” he commanded with a slight smirk, clearly enjoying the power imbalance between the two of you. you swallowed and tried to fight the feeling of your eyes glazing over. “are. you. horny?”

“I am.” your voice came out in a whisper.

“what was that? I’m gonna need you to speak up, sweetheart.”

“I am. I-I’m horny, sir,” mr hotchner’s smirk grew at your words and his fingers caressed your jaw.

“good girl! using her big girl words.” you lapped up the praise tumbling from his lips and subconsciously shuffled closer. he chuckled at this. “so eager. you want your big boss to help you?”

“please…” your hand came up to hold his wrist as he squished your cheeks in one big hand and gently tilted your head up a little further. he hummed in faux sympathy before chuckling.

“come to my office. i’m going to sit down and you’re going to lock the door and close the blinds.” his hand moved to cup your cheek before he went to sit behind his desk.

you scrambled to fulfill his order, hurrying quickly after him. you stood at the door, fingers fumbling around the lock before darting to pull at the blinds. the warmth between your legs was now hot and poking at your untouched hole.

“sit.” mr hotchner ordered, gesturing to the seat before his desk. you did so, pressing yourself into the plush cushions. “now. let’s talk about what you’re comfortable with before we start. what kind of things are you into?”

your mind blanked.

how did you know what you were into if you’ve never done anything?…

HERE YOU GO SORRY ITS SO LATE!!!

PART TWO WILL BE LINKED HERE 🩷🩷

[menlove]

What's the general consensus in the beatles fandom about the get back song controversy? I've read that originally it had some very political lines and some saw it as anti immigration, but mccartney claimed it was the contrary. Then lennon claimed mccartney kept looking at ono during the recording. I tend to believe mccartney ofc, but he has been racist to ono in the past and done other bad/questionable things and afaik he's never apologized for it, so I wouldn't be surpised if lennon was right

idk about the general fandom consensus bc I haven't seen too many posts about it that aren't pretty neutral lol. but my Personal Opinion is somewhere in between? like in get back (the show) we do see them spitballing around the idea for the song/the lyrics and they are talking about politics and it's very pro immigration in that discussion. but I honestly do think paul was probably trying to be a little subtle and passive aggressive lmfao I wouldn't be shocked if he was trying to send a lil message to yoko in his very paul way which is to do shit subtly enough he can act like he has nooooo clue what anyone's talking about when they bring it up (see ram, let me roll it, etc). I also don't think he would've gotten the completely contradictory & racist nature of that like. fully I do think he was like oh man I'll use this song we just wrote about pro immigration to also make a dig at my boy best friend's new girlfriend I lowkey can't stand. and just did Not think about the implication of the fact that she was a woman of color & an immigrant. I genuinely just don't think he thought about it. doesn't make it not racist if that Was him being passive aggressive and bitchy, but I don't think he like. set out to be. like I don't think he was sitting there like "I'm gonna tell yoko to get back to japan" I think he was just being Slightly passive aggressive and petty and was a dumb white man from 60s england and didn't clock how racist that would be.

[panpanix]

I see everyone (me included) seeing the amount absolute game Aura has and going nuts, rightfully so ofc.

But I have this crack theory with practically no evidence for but it would be wild if I was right.

I think Aura is going to be a twist villain

My “evidence” is the way Aura said “if all their kindness is fake” and it was kinda dark? Even tho the actual words weren’t that dark. Like the way star changed up their personality? Behavior? I don’t know the right word for it but it was kinda sus.

And also the fact that Heyhay’s characters are being more villainy like Io started out as a bad guy and Vast was supposed to as well, even Jay had a bit of villain/possession arc. So maybe we get a someone who’s not so nice?

Idk this is me just spitballing here, I just thought it’d be fun to think about and if it did end up happening I’d seem like a prophet lol

[when-you-die-you-will-rot]

Last night me and ADAM (@.patchwork-and-paisley) listened to the new episode!! I'm gonna start posting my thoughts on the new ch&t episodes as they come out!!

Spoilers for the new episode ofc

First off, I love how the opening scene of season 2 mirrors the ending scene of season 1, with a chess game, and Lucille even says some of the same lines ("But don’t let it distract you from our game", "Don’t be distracted", etc)

Also, I think it was pretty funny when Lucille asked how they were and Jedidiah got so flustered and said "But we're, um, uh, nf6" Idk, that was just funny to me

Speaking of Jedidiah, something's been nagging at me for quite a while-- His new voice sounds familiar to me, but I can't figure out from where. And then it hit me: IS THIS A KIN MEMORY KIND OF THING????????

Also, this description made me go HDIHFISDOFHEWKLHRWK

Aaaanyway! I LOOOOVE all the callbacks to season 1 so far. "Yes, I must address the elephant in the room – not that one!", and "Let’s show some camp spirit, not… whatever the opposite of spirit is. Camp murder?", specifically.

When the flag of Camp Over Where was described, I immediately said, "Natsume drew that." And I kid you not, A SECOND LATER, Sydney said "I’m guessing Natsume drew this"! AND THIS ISNT THE FIRST TIME SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAS HAPPENED EITHER LOL. (Ask me about the time it happened with Gravity Falls if you wanna know more.)

When Sydney said that Jedidiah's great with hearts, I immediately went "No he's not." But when he clarified "anatomically", my JAW DROPPED. But what REALLY broke me was the line "He’s a pretty good guy to call if your heart ever stops." AND THE WAY THAT LINE WAS DELIVERED. THE TONE OF HIS VOICE. HEARTBREAKING. (pun not intended.)

SALMON INFEsTATION??? God, these salmon sound terrifying. CLAWS?? TUSKS?? WINGS?? FLUFFY TAILS?? ANTLERS?? I can see why "salmon" was put in quotes in the episode description. Those are NOT normal fish.

Also! "Beaks the size of centipedes" -- I guess we can check "centipede mention" off the bingo card haha. Right off the bat!

As soon as Sydney mentioned they were calling in extermination, I KNEW that the Super Slaughter Bros were gonna be the Tonies.

When Sydney said "when we die...................we rot" I went HE SAID IT HE SAID THE THING (I think I started bouncing around the room, too, haha.)

I can't help but notice that the Super Slaughter Bros were described as "copper-smelling"....... Are you thinking what I'm thinking?

NOT THE VOICE LEECHES

WHAT ARE SALMON PLIERS AND GOAT SWORDS?????

This is an incredibly trivial, very small detail, but the fact that Sydney's Joshua-imitating voice has changed ever so slightly is BOTHERING me for some reason

And no, pretty sure there are NOT any adults working at Camp Over Where.

HIGHLIGHTER SOUP SOUNDS DISGUSTING! Also, "Can't beat blue"... Blue Wolfe, I see you not-so-subtly calling yourself the best in your own podcast. (But in all seriousness, this got a good laugh out of me.)

AHA!!!! I KNEW it was the Tonies. ADAM can tell you that I totally called it. Also, I'm wondering if Tony 2 was affected by the voice leech spitballs that Camp Over Where unleashed upon the campsite... Maybe that's how they'll explain his voice change, too.

I think we all know who that letter is really from.... (ADAM got VERY excited listening to this part!)

While I think it's entirely possible that Adam lied about being the Camp Over Where director, wouldn't it be funny if he actually was? If anyone could find an actual demon to run their camp, it'd be Natsume. I wouldn't put it past him!

WHAT IS THE NEFARIOUS SHADOW SKULL?????

I am very concerned by Delightful Mystery Pudding Cup. Kids, I advise against eating Delightful Mystery Pudding Cup.

JEDDIE MAKES ME GO UUUUE😢😢🥺UE😭💧💧UEUE😢

I feel so bad for him but at the same time WHY IS HE LIKE THAT

It feels a liiiiiittle rude to me how he kinda yelled at Sydney. And I hate to say it, but I think I understand what Sydney said in the ghost recorder segment. Hopefully he'll get better though, right....?

.....right?????

Well, I guess all I can do is hope for the best.

That guy by the lake? Sounds suspiciously like..... micheal distortion from tma......

okay, but jokes aside, I think that's probably Adam. The way Sydney said "It felt kind of like a dream I had once" kind of confirms this suspicion, because the two of them originally met in dreams.

I decided to listen all the way to the end, since I am a patron and I wanted to see if my name made it into the credits.

When I heard "callmetroy" I actually freaked out because I KNOW THAT PERSON!!!! Well, I'm not sure if I'd say I know troy personally, but I've seen him around.

And then! I HEARD MY NAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! UNFORTUNATELY SYDNEY IN ALMOST EVERY WAY IS ME!!!!!! THATS ME!!!!!!!!!!! When I heard that I REALLY freaked out, like, actually bouncing and flopping around the room. I did NOT know how to react!! It felt VERY special to hear myself thanked in the credits of this show that I love so dearly.

Also SHITNEY??? I don't know who that is but hearing that made me laugh (same with Juniper's Weirdly Long Neck)

AAAAANd I think that's all!!!! Now for the bingo card....

If you guys have any thoughts on this episode that you wanna share with me I'd love to hear them ^^ Thanks for listening to me ramble!

[artdcnaldson]

you know one of the things i feel why art was so pissed off in the future was because that night in atlanta, when he saw patrick and tashi together, besides the anger and hurt towards you know...the cheating of it all, he was also hurt that pat didn't go to see him (besides sitting at the stands at his practice ofc) patrick saw tashi, essentially choosing to see tashi, choosing tashi...over him...mhm (much like how art chose tashi over patrick during the knee incident). which makes me think of all those years before, back in 06. when patrick said he would let art win, and that was way before tashi made the deal, art reminds him so and patrick goes against it...choosing tashi over him......mhm, i sense a pattern. and this isn't me saying it's about choosing or not, because it isn't at all (we see how tashi didn't really "choose", she left it up to fate, to chance) but in their minds, their jealous afriedtobeleftout minds....they see it that way. more-so art than patrick because...psh i feel pat was more than happy to share and be a happy little thruple, and so did tashi (at first at least) she saw them as a "buy one get one free *in big red letters* do not separate" deal, she LIKED them together, she first saw them together, and she loved them just the same, in different ways yeah but the same nontheless....at least before judgement day ofc....even after the fact. those three cannot escape each-other i fear...and that's the thing, they don't even want to... as much as they pretend they do *cough* art *cough*. then again, this is me spitballing shit up, still cornplating about challengers a year in wassup✌️

no actually like beside the cheating of it all, I think Art really does miss Patrick a lot, but that mingles with his resentment of him. I think Art has a major inferiority complex that Patrick will always be foundational to. Patrick was ranked higher, Patrick always beats him, Patrick got Tashi first. Art winds up with Tashi in a way that matters and is significant, and a way that can't be understated. He is Tashi's husband, they have an entire kid together. But there's always going to be the question of what if she hadn't gotten injured...

I don't know if Tashi was like... actively considering a throuple after the hotel makeout though. I think she was clearly not interested in Art at Stanford...

[allmyn1ghts]

rewatching total divas and it’s making me feel so nostalgic!! the divas era is one of the many factors that made me fall in love w/ wrestling. But it’s also giving me ideas for fics 🤭 like maybe it could be a potential series or just some fics here and there in that universe (im just spitballing here lmfao) that takes place in wwe now w/ the reader being a superstar ofc x other superstars (romantically or platonically) in different scenarios! idk it’s just a thought but what yall think? :)

[nausicaaandhermouth]

singed & viktor

you know what i absolutely love? the parallels between singed and viktor.

obv viktor's from zaun, singed from topside, both very very intelligent (more than the people around can cope with oops), and they find themselves living on the other side (singed moves to zaun where the ethical restrictions are... well, there are no ethical restrictions / and viktor moves to topside for the academy).

then their respective works completely change that place (singed's shimmer and viktor's hextech (yesyes he co-made it but that's besides the point, he was pivotal to it is what i mean)) to the point where it becomes a defining feature of that place (it's difficult to divorce the idea of zaun from shimmer, likewise for piltover and hextech).

ofc their motivations are completely different. viktor has his Help The Undercity thing going on, while singed appears to be mainly self-serving (as in, he does his shit if he wants to, bro just wants to fuck around). buuuut also what if their arcs may also parallel? (enter: delusions) what if in s2 singed's goal becomes to help people/a person, and viktor leans more self-serving? (idk abt the latter, his conviction about helping ppl is very strong) or maybe viktor's so way in over his head (i feel it's a bit unlikely) or the arcane somehow does that for him?? idk i'm spitballing