#gotta queue em all

[pokemon-my-beloved]

Arven: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions?

Nemona: Put spaghetti in it.

Arven: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you.

Penny: Put spaghetti in it.

Arven: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two.

Juliana: Put spaghetti in it.

Arven: I'm no longer taking suggestions.

[dagdasgoddess]

Final post

This is a scheduled post, I am not online as this is being posted. I am no longer active on social media. Twitter or Tumblr. Do not believe any impersonators.

I'm only on Discord and only a few select people were chosen for it.

If it's not on my carrd, it's not me.

[fatewoven]

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[deus-ex-mona]

im working hard at hardly working just for you my queen~~~~~~

[praesparo]

me after replying to every fuckin draft ... (i absolutely loved it tho)

[butchbewitch]

WHERE'S THE OLD BAY SEASONING, YOU BASTARDS!

EAST COAST CRABBY FRIES REPRESENT!!!

[adventures-on-foster-island]

Today on Ellisa’s Pokémon mythconceptions, I’d like to talk about some spooky looking Pokémon that often get over looked as battle partners and personal companions.

The Zubat line

Zubat is one of the Pokémon world’s most infamous Pokémon. As we all know, you can’t step foot into a cave or take a walk at night in their native regions without encountering several of these bats. The reason there are so many of them is due to their large egg clutches, short gestation period, and short hatch time. Releasing Zubat in non-native areas is strictly prohibited with high fines for those caught doing so, as it only takes a few weeks for two Zubat to become fifty, and even a small population of them can wreck havoc on ecosystems that aren’t prepared. Most of the ones we take in aren’t actually the ones who were abandoned, but rather probably a few generations down the line, and they come en mass. They like the caves beneath the island, and play a part in our small ecosystem. People are often scared or annoyed by this line, as their Pokedex entries state that they drink a lot of blood, which they do. In the wild, Zubat and it’s evolutions hunt, however trainers usually get blood bags leftover from collection drives, at the end of their shelf life, from Pokémon centers and hospitals. They require a lot of time and work, supplying enough food and exercise, as well as having a sleep schedule opposite from most humans, however they make really good companions for people with certain disabilities, such as blindness, people who work night shifts or have otherwise backwards sleep schedules, and as message carriers for spies. This line is also being studied by scientists because of their ability to change their own blood type to match what they are drinking, in hopes that one day we will be able to change the blood type in a bag for transfusions.

[kappatengu]

ive missed drawing this smug yet silly basard so much lmfao))

[pokemon-my-beloved]

the differences between teams flare, skull, yell, and star (and why only some of them work)

post under the cut because there is. a lot to say

so we all know that the villains in pokemon peaked with team plasma right (this is a matter of opinion but that's beyond the point)

and after team plasma, we have team flare. and team flare is. different.

they were the first evil ceo, unless you count cyrus, which i don't because cyrus (in my mind) was more about nihilism than corporate greed or anything

and lysandre is too, kinda? he's interesting enough, but literally everyone else in the team is boring as shit, especially compared to every team that came before them

so in kalos, we've got a villain team that doesn't really know what they've signed up for aside from the leader (probably it's been a hot minute. the admins might know), which makes sense, but the grunts and admins aren't entertaining at all. they're built up as a threat and exactly one of them is. it doesn't work

(this (imo) applies to most of gen 6's story but that's besides the point)

and then in alola, we've got team skull! this was the first generation i paid attention to the buildup for, and if i remember correctly, before release they were built up as the villain team, but not a threatening one. and in the game, that follows. no one really sees them as a threat on their own, cause they aren't.

but we've also got the aether foundation! and they were built up as mysterious but benevolent pre-release and in-game (didn't necessarily succeed but they tried well enough), and this was the first "twist villain" that pokemon did, and it was new and fresh and worked

and team skull isn't a threat. but they are an annoyance, and that's exactly what's needed during the storming of aether paradise. by allying team skull with the aether foundation, it gives both of them more of what they need most (seeming like a threat for team skull and character for aether foundation)

bonus points for aether foundation working well with the buildup because while almost everyone there is corrupt, we've still got wicke, who is genuinely benevolent and provides some nice contrast

the combination (as well as the fact that all of these dynamics were new) really sells the whole thing for me. it works

then we get to team yell :/

team yell was (pre-release and a little bit in-game) built up as villains and they Aren't. at all

and then at the same time, they expect us to believe that macro cosmos is totally fine and benevolent and nothing is wrong with anything they do? what the fuck

the part where you work with team yell to storm macro cosmos is fun and cool i guess, but that isn't enough to save either of them

team yell isn't a villain team, it's just an extension of piers being an overprotective brother and should have always been treated like that (amplified even more by the fact that marnie tells them off multiple times)

and macro cosmos doesn't work at all either because they expected us to be totally blindsided and then didn't even have the decency to have a single character who was morally good or benevolent like wicke!

at least aether foundation was built up as mysterious but benevolent, macro cosmos was just like "yeah we're a power company and good guys our chairman has the most rancid vibes you've ever seen but that means nothing" and then later it's like "oOoOoH wE'rE aCtUaLlY eViL aReN't YoU sUrPrIsEd????" like no!!!!! i'm not!!!!!!

and at this point the corrupt ceo bullshit and incompetent team bullshit is wearing SO thin, no one likes it or cares at ALL anymore

it's just like, go back to the mafia or whatever! i do not care about this! if i wanted to be mad at a ceo i've got enough irl to choose from!

which brings us finally to team star! they were built up as a villain team pre-release like the others, and we're all just like yeah okay whatever we know they're not a threat and probably fine people and we all know geeta is going to be the actual villain you aren't clever gamefreak

but then! we get to the game! and they aren't treated like villains!

they're treated like victims of circumstance who have gone too far and need to be stopped for their own good and it works

it works incredibly well, compounded by the fact that the actual villain was one no one was expecting

i have. many thoughts about the subversions of expectations that the professors pulled. but that's beyond the point-ish

but team star is not treated as a villain. at all. the closest we get is penny recruiting us to take them down, but that's more "they're a problem" than "they're a danger" and it works

tldr no pokemon villain has ever surpassed team plasma and gamefreak needs to join a union and stop making all their "twist" villains ceos thank you and goodnight

[cinderpaw11]

Pelipper mail: Snomlette! It seems like this one has been perfected; it’s got bits of tofu for eyes and a spiky shell with ketchup drizzled over the top. @gotta-pet-em-all

!!!!!!!!! Thank you Fluff!!! I was getting hung up on what to have for breakfast, perfect timing! Oh also I have your zucchini muffins, I ended up storing them in the fridge because I made them right when the uh. Switch happened? And that lasted a while. So I hope you're okay with cold muffins! If not they toast really well!

[starwhispcrs]

gently kissing everyone on the forehead who sent me memes <3

[pokemonfrommemory]

Well that’s gen 7! Was a fun generation, really enjoyed this one! Thanks for sticking around, and see you for gen 8!

[darkconsumed]

one day i will stop hoarding memes and i will answer and post 'em for y'all...one day...

[alinathinkstoomuch]

BATHROOM BREAK

pairing: derek morgan x reader summary: post-case unwinding usually involves derek on his knees, right?? based on this request. warnings: smut 18+ MDNI, oral (f receiving) derek is a munch. that's literally it. bau’s no.1 pussy eater! word count: 1.3k

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Technically, the team was still on call. After wrapping up a case in Jamaica, you weren’t set to leave until the morning, though it would be very unlike you and Derek not to explore the area (code for all the clubs and bars you could squeeze into the next twelve hours) before heading home.

Your relationship with him was hard to put a label on. You weren’t dating, not really, but on more than one occasion, you’d ended up a little too close for what was considered normal between friends and coworkers.

So tonight, you were grateful to not have an audience and to be spared the endless stream of comments from Reid and Emily about how the activity you and Derek both referred to as ‘dancing’ was, according to them, not dancing at all. Emily had once called it ‘straight-up humping,’ and Spencer, in his usual fashion, had described it as a form of foreplay, though he somehow managed to make it sound deeply unsexy with science.

The bass was pounding so hard it felt like it was shaking your whole chest, and the cocktails had done just enough to take the edge off the past four brutal days. You finally felt loose, like you could actually enjoy the balmy night without your brain dragging you back through the profile to scrutinise every single step you took.

Derek’s hands were on your hips, a place they were all too familiar with. It started out as a subtle touch when he was walking past you in a tight space—an accident, something he’d almost thrown his hands off in embarrassment over. But when you barely reacted and brushed it off with a comment about how it was the most contact you’d had, he hadn’t stopped. And so now, when the two of you went out, your hips were his favourite place to rest his warm hands on, and it was quickly becoming your favourite weight to feel.

"You keep dancin’ like that," Derek said, his words tumbling out of a wide grin you could feel without even looking, "you’re gonna have the whole place thinking we didn’t book separate rooms."

You lifted his hands from your hips, just so you could turn around, ass all up in his crotch. “Did we?”

“We did. Doesn’t mean we gotta stay in ‘em.”

“Doesn’t mean we have to stay out here either,” you murmured, resting your head against his chest, looking up at him through your lashes.

His hand slid back to your waist, thumb moving slowly against the fabric of your skirt. “You tryna call it a night already?” 

“Not a night. Just…a change of scenery.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded, stepping back and slipping your hand into his, tugging him through the crowd towards where you vaguely recalled the bathrooms were.

Derek let you lead, taking the time to admire the view of your plump thighs, the way they filled out that skirt with every step. And the tan line that marked your skin on the back of your shoulder, still there from when you wore a vest to a crime scene. He had a complicated relationship with religion, but if he ever got the chance, he’d want to meet the God that made you.

He followed with a smirk as you weaved through groups and pairs of people, not bothering to check if there was a queue before you pushed straight into the bathroom, holding the door open for him like this moment was exactly the one you were waiting for. 

As soon as he stepped through the door and clicked the lock in place, you were all over him. Hands snaking around his neck, tugging him to you until the back of your thighs met the counter. He only pulled back to lift you onto it, watching as your skirt rolled up your thighs, your panties on full display just for him.

“I like these,” he said, a slow grin spreading across his face. “Red. Fitting.”

“Mm,” you hummed, trailing your finger under his chin to tilt his face back up to yours, “you can take them off too.”

“Oh, I plan to.” His mouth was on yours again, hands on your thighs, thumbs toying with the lace no longer hidden beneath your skirt. The heat was already enough to make you sweat, but the feeling of finally getting what had kept you up several nights in a row had you parched.

“Can you stand for me, baby?”

You nodded and hopped off, his fingers already slipping under the waistband of your underwear, dragging the fabric down. “Been dying to know what you taste like,” he murmured just as you leaned back against the counter on your elbows, watching him drop to his knees, hands trailing up your legs. 

He kissed the inside of your thigh, then again, just shy of where the evidence of how badly you wanted him was glistening in the light. His hands gripped the backs of your legs, pulling you closer as he went. 

“You smell so fucking sweet. Been driving me crazy all week.” 

You couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out of you, half-stangled. “It’s probably the sunscreen. I’ve been layering that shit on like it's—oh.” Your voice caught mid-sentence the moment you felt his mouth on you.

One hand scrambled for the counter and the other reached for his shoulder, fingers digging in. You felt his tongue drag through your pussy causing you to curse and twitch into him. And when he began working over your clit your mind went blank, no thoughts filtering in or out…just his tongue. 

And it felt good. So damn good. Nothing like you’d ever felt before. Sure, there were other times you’d found yourself in this situation, but it usually ended with you pushing their mouth away because they didn’t seem to know what they were doing. But Derek Morgan was eating your pussy like he was on death row, and you never wanted it to end.

In fact, there was one thought in your brain—how the hell were you supposed to move on from this? How were you meant to say good morning to that wicked mouth, or watch it wrap around a coffee mug without dying a little inside?

He tapped your thigh, mumbling a rough, “Over my shoulder, baby,” into your soaked heat, and you’d always been very good at following instructions. You lifted one of your legs over, granting him the access he wanted. 

“Fuck,” you moaned. “H-how do you do that?” 

He pulled back briefly, mouth slick. “Do what?”

You whimpered, completely dishevelled. “That. That.”

“This?” he asked before sucking your clit into his mouth.

“Yes—that. Mmhm. Exactly that.”

He hummed against you, the vibration knocking you closer to your orgasm. You clenched around nothing, hips rocking into his mouth just to feel him go deeper. If anyone was waiting outside the door, not even the music would be enough to masquerade the wet, lewd sounds echoing from inside.

Did you care? No. Not even a little. You were too busy holding onto the edge of the counter like it owed you money, one leg still hooked over his shoulder, thinking about all the ways you were going to repay the favour the second you got back to the hotel.

Your mouth fell open, no real words coming out, just a string of moans that got increasingly desperate the closer you got. “Oh my God, Derek.”

And then your thighs were squeezing around his head, all that pent-up tension releasing in seconds. You think you might have blacked out for a moment? Hard to say. You’d probably have to consult the mirror behind you for answers, but your head was too busy lolling back like someone had unplugged you.

Eventually���eventually—he pulled back. You let out a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a whimper, blinking back into consciousness. 

“You good?” he asked, breath a little ragged.

“So incredibly good,” you managed, still half-dazed, just as he gently placed your leg back down. “Now do you want me on my knees here or back at the hotel?”

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[daisymerollingg]

Imagine a crack fic which is literally... Puri-Puri's dating tips 🌚🌚🌚

"So, you want to know the secrets of picking up unsuspecting specimens?" A clink echoed in the sealed room as Puri-puri prisoner carefully lowered his teacup against the tiny plate cupped in his contrastingly large hand.

"That is not what I asked-"

"well, sure it was, you've got 'hopeless romantic' written all over you." He cut you short, his posture laid-back as if the interrogation room drew out no sense of panic or worry in him, a normal reaction you’d see on most— if not all your work hours.

You had been called in the late hours of a Wednesday night to interrogate the famous hero for another one of his infamous… incidents, if you will. The hero association granted him extra privileges, noting the finely crafted matching tea set with a plate of tiny sandwiches before him, in the interrogation room, and before you: the esteemed detective of this case.

You were almost positive that if he wanted to, he could slip past these allegations with a few pulled strings from the H.A., but, from what you’ve heard from your colleagues, the fine hero wanted to be judged fair and square for his crimes in the name of ‘justice’.

(your colleagues heard him mutter something about how ‘his lovely boys in prison must have missed him’)

You certainly had your work cut out for you tonight.

"Quite the assumption, Mr puri." You spoke firmly. "But let's focus on the matter at hand."

"Your single-ness?" He brought the teacup to his lips.

"Your crimes." You countered.

“Oh, I get it now!” He perks up slightly, his large build straightening as he peered down at you. “You need dating advice.” He leaned down a bit and winked.

“no-“

“You just got dumped, didn’t you?” He looked at you with something akin to sympathy.

“Mr. Puri. My personal matters do not concern this.” You said with an involuntary twitch of your lip.

“There’s no need to be ashamed. We’ve all been there.” He places the cup down and flashes a prideful smile along with a fiery flex of his triceps, causing his sleeves to rip to shreds. You covered your eyes and squinted as a bright light shone from him. “But don’t fret, you’ve come to the perfect lover-boy for advice!”

You blinked in disbelief. ‘Lover boy..?!’

“You’ve gotta take care of yourself, in general really. Making sure that your mentality is clear and confident, and is only emphasized further by your outward appearances, guarantees that your partner will stay head over heels for you.” He interjected anything meaningful you were about to say.

“People like confident lovers, not sulky ones, unless you’ve got one of those mentally ill partners— Stay away from those, they’ll ruin you.”

“You better maintain your shimmy too, make sure to maximize your assets.” He flexed his arms again, the exposed muscles bulging with veins. It made you grimace. “If nothing else works, you can always flash em’! Sometimes you’ve gotta show them what they’re missing out on.

“That much can be said about my dear boyfriends. They can be so silly at times. How adorable.” He let out a dreamy sigh and shook his head with a smile. You could’ve sworn you saw a few illusions of tiny pink hearts fluttering around him.

“right…” you coughed into your fist. “So about—“

“Don’t forget to love yourself, you can’t expect anyone to appreciate you if you can’t even appreciate yourself.” He winked, one hand pointing at you while the other rested over his chest.

“That’s real sweet.” You responded rigidly. Before you could attempt to stir the conversation back to the case, an alarm blared from outside, causing you to flinch.

“That’s my queue!” He shot up from his seat. “Better go make sure no cute boys get attacked by any monsters, that would be such a tragedy!”

“hey, wait! You can’t just—“

He busted through the door. Before he left, he turned to you with a charming smile.

“don’t forget: love is a battlefield, with strength and courage, and a bit of assets, you’ll be sure to win!” He gave you a thumbs-up, then he was gone before you could even process his words.

[adventures-on-foster-island]

This time on Ellisa's Pokémon mythconceptions (a working title), we're talking about some ghost type Pokémon that unfortunately are often misunderstood, and abandoned after the spooky season.

The Gastly line:

The Gastly pokedex entry about it being born of toxic gas and spirits is.. debated, to say the least. Although it is true that they are capable of killing, they're quite shy in the wild, and incidents of human death by Gastly are few and far between. Additionally, being licked by a Haunter won't necessarily make you ill or kill you (some say it tingles when their partner shows affection), and Gengars' curses are usually harmless pranks. They have dangerous defense mechanisms to protect themselves, but they don't go out of their way to hurt anyone. They're also quite intelligent and make really great companions if you take the time to build trust with them! Plus their gaseous bodies can come in handy in all sorts of situations; I've heard plenty of stories from forgetful trainers who's ghost type Pokémon slipped through the wall to help when they locked themselves out of the house, or helping investigate the terrorist organizations in different regions.

The Duskull line:

Duskull's Dex entry isn't an old wives tale like many others. Indeed they are known to whisk away crying children and tirelessly persue victims, but things aren't always what they seem. These little ghosts watch over children like fairy godmothers, and if their child is mistreated, they try to take the child away from the situation. Either they succeed, and become young trainers, or they get caught, and the Duskull haunts whoever hurt the kid for forever. Both of its evolutions do indeed have hollow bodies, and while things can get lost in their little pocket dimensions, these pokemon are also really great at holding onto important items. This whole line makes great service Pokémon, doing everything from nanny work to assisting disabled trainers to caring for elderly. They are very kind and patient, capable of telling medications apart, remembering schedules, and can lift nearly any weight. Many nursing homes employ Dusknoir, since its believed that they help guide spirits and ease the transition to death.

Mimikyu

Because they hate to be seen, and start making their own costumes at a young age, Mimikyu are often found paired with Leavanny. The grass type will teach Mimikyu how to sew when they are young, after finding them crying over a torn costume. These two species work well together in the fashion industry and on the contest scene. The pairing has helped increase Mimikyu's popularity, however they aren't all fashion inclined. All they really want is love and support, so don't be afraid to get to know one!