#support: morgan

[laslow]

[ Cue the Music ] - Dancing’s what tonight’s all about, is it not? Grab a friend or a stranger and get to twirling (or whatever it is the kids call it nowadays).

( clearly it was morgan's first time doing something like this, he wasn't even dressed the part. wearing the same worn coat that he always did, he walked aimlessly about the room looking for a friend. meeting new people was the goal, but... a familiar face first might be him good. with the kind of timing that only inigo could have, his visage peers through the sea of people immediately. not a moment is wasted in closing the distance between the two, a favor in mind.

"inigo! i figured i might see you here tonight, but i wasn't completely sure." of course, morgan had known he would be here. but... that sounded kinda weird. he smiled warmly instead, feigning ignorance, "listen, i need to make a request of you."

"i'm sure you'd rather have a lady on your arm and all, but... maybe you'd be interested in teaching me the steps to a dance i can use? i'm not all that versed in stuff like this." )

"Morgan!" Laslow returns brightly. The surprise and relief of seeing so many familiar faces hasn't yet worn off; he hopes it never does.

(If he closes his eyes, he can pretend they're all celebrating in their Ylissetol. No wars, no bigger responsibilities than showing up on time for lessons.)

An unexpected lump forms in his throat, and he swallows past it, realizing he's missed some of what Morgan has said. "But of course I can teach you a thing or two! The ladies have been, ah, rather unresponsive to my charms so far." Shrugging, he keeps his smile fixed firmly in place. They've come around eventually! Hopefully.

"Come on! A basic waltz is just the thing," Laslow says, glancing out to the ballroom. They dances are mid-dance, and it's not a waltz, either. Not to mention crowded. "Want to go practice in the garden? It's quieter out there."

[maryluis]

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[prettygirl-gabi]

Title: More Than Obvious

Rating: General audience

Pairing: Aubrey Griffin x Reader

Fandom: UConn Women’s Basketball

Summary: she’s always had heart eyes for you

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Aubrey confused the hell out of me.

I wasn’t oblivious—at least, I liked to think I wasn’t. But when it came to her, I second-guessed everything.

It wasn’t that I didn’t think she liked me. It was just… I wasn’t convinced she liked me.

Not in the way I wanted.

Sure, she was sweet. Sure, she paid attention. Sure, she acted different with me than she did with everyone else. But was it enough to mean what I thought it meant? Or was she just like that with me? I drove myself crazy over it, and every time Morgan or Ice or Sarah tried to tell me otherwise, I found a way to dismiss it.

“You’re actually an idiot,” Morgan had told me once, arms crossed, staring at me like I was the dumbest person alive.

I wasn’t saying she was wrong.

But I needed proof.

⸻

“Yo, come look at this,” Morgan had said one day, phone in hand.

It was a video—of me and Aubrey.

I recognized the moment instantly. It was after practice, when we were all sprawled around, stretching and pretending we weren’t exhausted. Aubrey was sitting on the floor, legs stretched out, and I had dropped onto the ground next to her, practically collapsing into her side. She didn’t even react—just adjusted so I was more comfortable.

The video showed the way she barely acknowledged anyone else calling her name. Ice, KK, and Jana had all tried to get her attention at some point, but she didn’t even glance up from her conversation with me. She just kept leaning toward me, talking to me, like no one else existed.

And then—because Morgan was messy—the video zoomed in on the way Aubrey’s hand absentmindedly traced patterns on my arm.

I blinked.

“…Okay?” I said. “She was comfortable.”

Morgan gaped at me. “That’s all you got from that?”

“She was sitting,” I defended. “And I was next to her. It’s not that deep.”

Morgan’s face told me she thought I needed divine intervention.

⸻

But then there was the other video.

This one was from a random night in my dorm, where Aubrey had let me do her hair.

I was standing between her legs, focused on parting her curls, while she leaned into me with her eyes closed.

The video—courtesy of Morgan, again—caught the way Aubrey’s arms had loosely wrapped around my waist. How she ignored her ringing phone, not even glancing at the screen.

“How do you explain this one?” Morgan had asked, smug.

I had tried to explain.

“She was relaxed, plus I was doing her hair.”

Morgan didn’t even dignify me with a response.

⸻

There were the little things, too.

The way Aubrey always showed up with my favorites—drinks, snacks, honestly anything—without needing to be asked.

The way she always remembered.

The way she always paid attention.

“You ever notice how she never asks you what you want?” KK had pointed out once, after Aubrey had handed me a smoothie, exactly the kind I liked, without me saying a word.

I had noticed.

But that didn’t mean anything.

Right?

⸻

And then there was our handshake.

It had started as something small—something stupid, honestly. A quick routine we made up in between practice drills, when we were goofing off.

But at the end of it—every time—Aubrey kissed my hand.

Soft.

Gentle.

Consistent.

And still, I wasn’t convinced.

⸻

I told myself I wasn’t being dumb.

Aubrey had never said anything. She never made a move.

So how was I supposed to know?

I told myself I was being logical.

But then there was this.

⸻

“Aubrey’s outside your dorm.”

I blinked at my phone.

Morgan.

I frowned, reading the message again. I hadn’t even told Aubrey I was back from my late-night study session.

Still, I got up, slipping into my slides before heading outside.

And there she was.

Sitting on the bench, waiting for me.

She stood as soon as she saw me, pulling something from her bag.

A drink.

My favorite one.

“…You just knew I was back?” I asked, crossing my arms.

Aubrey shrugged. “I figured you’d be tired.”

I took the cup, staring at her.

She stared back, unbothered.

“You do this all the time,” I said. “You always do stuff like this.”

Aubrey nodded. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” I said, exasperated. “And it’s confusing.”

Aubrey’s brows furrowed. “Confusing how?”

“Like—” I hesitated, gripping the cup. “Like what am I supposed to think?”

Aubrey tilted her head.

I swear she looked amused.

“Tell me what you do think,” she said.

I clenched my jaw. “I think you’re… like this with me.”

Her lips twitched. “Like what?”

“You know what,” I muttered.

Aubrey stepped closer, arms loose at her sides.

“I really don’t.”

I sucked in a breath, heart pounding.

“…Like you like me,” I said finally. “But I don’t know if I’m just seeing what I want to see, or—”

Aubrey cut me off by reaching for my hand.

Not just holding it.

Lifting it to her lips.

And kissing it.

Slow.

Deliberate.

Just like she always did.

I sucked in a breath.

“You are an idiot,” she murmured, lips brushing my skin.

I swallowed hard. “I—”

Aubrey’s other hand tilted my chin up.

My words caught in my throat.

“I do like you,” she said, voice steady. “And you know that. You just don’t believe it.”

I blinked rapidly.

“…Oh.”

Aubrey smiled.

Then—like it was the easiest thing in the world—she leaned in and kissed me.

And just like that, I finally believed it.

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[classybrawler]

So the figure standing before her is not a ghost, but in fact a fellow student. A part of her wants to say it is a shame but that’d be ridiculously rude. She’s happy to meet another student just as much, even if the meeting is slightly painful.

Still a shame about the ghost though.

“The apologies are all mine, I should have been more careful whilst ghost hunting. It is a pleasure to meet you Morgan! Let us hope that the storm clears up soon and we can return to the regularly scheduled festivities.” Ok, that might be a slight lie, but she’s not about to tell someone hiding from the rain how much she wishes it carries on.

As the trade is made, she is about to speak on something else, when suddenly Morgan gives her a warning and a mention of weird noises. Weird noises in a creepy cave? That could only mean ghosts! Well that, or some other partygoer is lost in which case she could still help out. Or it's some animal, monster, or other sort of bestie. But just as importantly, ghosts! Immediately her eyes light up with joy as she claps her hands together in excitement.

“I was unsure if I would, but now that you have reassured me about the ghastly noises you have heard, how could I possibly not go further in? I promise I shall be on my utmost guard. Ooooh, mayhaps this ghost might even be the source of our stormy weather! Oh, to find and greet it and get it to stop the rain would be an utter delight!”

Mind utterly made up and resolve hardened, Panette starts skipping away deeper into the cave, almost slips, and then makes hasty but careful steps further into the depths of the cave. Making her way further in, she once again fills the cavern system with echoes as she starts calling out for spirits.

“Oh ghoooooooosts! Will you not show yourself to me? I merely wish to talk, and mayhaps convince you to stop the rainfall!”

[ CAVES ] - There is a collection of caves that some on the beach might have ducked into in order to find cover from the elements. It’s cold, and you can hear the wind whistle as you huddle deep within the dark, waiting the storm out… Panette hums to herself as she walks around the caves. Who woulda thought such a cool place was hidden just nearby?

“Oh ghoooooosts! Are you out there? Perhaps any ghouls? I shall also accept poltergeists, even if this is an odd place to find them! The weather is so lovely, come on out!” Her voice echoed throughout, breaking the monotony of the rainfall.

Distracted from looking around the cavern, she almost smacks right into somebody as she makes a turn, stopping mere centimeters away.

“Oh! My apologies, I completely failed to notice you! I was so busy trying to find ghosts in this charming cave that everything else just seemed to disappear.” She lets out a polite laugh. “You are not a ghost yourself, are you?” A slight sparkle appears in her eyes at the possibility. She fishes out her anchor charm and holds it out to the boy in front of her. “Regardless of your ghostliness, I shall hope you accept this charm! Either to trade as part of the game outside if you are not a ghost, or simply as an offering if you are!” She gives a big grin and a thumbs up.

His first thought, unlike most everyone else, was to head for the cover the earth provided when the storm hit. He had already been soaked from his previous endeavors that night, but what was outside seemed to pose more than a simple dousing. Morgan's masterful tactician plan was to wait here until it was safe to book it back to the estate, where he could dry off and hopefully rest his weary limbs.

While the cavern was damp and cool, it provided enough shelter that he could relax as he strolled around to find a good place to wait. As the lad's feet dragged about, he began to hear something echoing within the walls of the cave. Loud and uncannily inhuman, whatever it was, Morgan could not make it out. A chill ran up his spine, and he picked up his pace, moving a little faster now, hoping to get away from whatever was howling like that.

Turning the corner in a hurry, Morgan smacked forehead-first into something—no, someone. "Augh! Sorry, sorry!" Rubbing the pain away, he looked up to spot an unfamiliar girl with an even more unfamiliar style. As he sized her up, outfit and all, she began to ramble on, as excited as one could be in this situation. While it might have been odd, something told him he shouldn’t be surprised by this at all.

"Hey now... I'm not a ghost. My name is Morgan, and I was just waiting around for the storm to clear up a bit." That reminded him to peer behind the girl to check on the state of things outside. Yikes, still as rough as before. "I'm sorry to disappoint, but it seems you'll have to keep searching if you want to find a ghost. I can help you out with that trade, though!" Casually reaching for the pin, he replaced it with one of his own.

"You seem capable, but be careful anyway. I heard some weird noises coming from around here..." Maybe he should go with her to make sure she was alright. He didn’t really want to find out what he had been running from, though. Choices, choices… “Are you uh… still planning to go deeper in?”

@classybrawler

[lavandulastorms]

some loose charthur sketches from a few weeks ago 😵‍💫

[scumbagg]

[guardian-angle22]

GUARDIAN'S GIFSET GLOWUPS ↳ 2017 TK breaking my heart [originally posted March 2022]

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

[sketchupnfries]

I don't normally do these "ask" things, but I just wanted to say how much I love your rdr2 AU! I'm really invested, and think its a really fun creative take, and your art style is so amazing!

Thank you so much!! I'm glad you've been enjoying it! It's definitely one of the longer AUs I've ever done of a hyperfixation, and I've been having a blast drawing it! I'm taking a teensy break since my schedule got busy once more, and I also need to rework some ideas for my AU, but once mid June-July comes around I should be back on it :D Also this second part is mainly gonna be all boards, and I gotta motivate myself to draw outside of work boarding. But besides that, I really want to get back to it since it brings me a lot of joy, and I'm glad it's been bringing you joy as well!! :D

[mycolorscheme]

this but xavier and jean

[arthursfuckinghat]

My favourite campfire interaction with Lenny so far:

Lenny: "Is that a journal I see you writing in?"

Arthur: "Something like that."

Lenny: "That's good!"

No judgement or mockery in his voice, just curiosity and a bit of glee when Arthur said yes <3

[prettygirl-gabi]

Chapter 16: Marking Her Territory

Rating: Mature Audiences

Warning: spicy, wlw smut, !jealous Paige, !top Paige, !bottom reader, fingering (fem reseving)

Paring: Paige Bueckers x!photographer fem reader

Fandom: Women's basketball

Summary: old handshake and childhood memories with a rival bestie......

Welcome to the chapter 16 of Through The Lens. I hope you all enjoy and there is more to come...stay tuned my loveies!! 🏀💕📸

The game against South Carolina intense, the kind where every basket and foul felt like it would determine the outcome. I was on the sidelines, camera in hand, trying to capture the action while keeping an eye on Paige. She was in her element, fierce and focused, until halftime, when the energy shifted entirely.

As the players lined up to head into the locker rooms, I spotted someone familiar.

"Jade?" I said, lowering my camera.

A tall, athletic figure turned around, her grin wide. "Y/N!"

Jade was a childhood friend who I hadn’t seen in years, ever since she moved and ended up playing for South Carolina’s women’s basketball team. We’d spent countless summers playing pickup games and perfecting our handshake—a complicated series of movements that ended with a forehead kiss.

She stepped closer, starting the handshake without hesitation. My muscle memory kicked in, and I completed it with her, laughing as she leaned down to press a quick kiss to my forehead, before I did the same to her out of old habit.

"Still got it," she teased, giving me a playful nudge.

Before I could respond, I felt a familiar presence behind me. I turned to see Paige walking past, her jaw clenched as she headed to the locker room.

Paige’s POV

I saw it. The handshake, the forehead kiss—everything. My stomach churned, but I bit my tongue. Causing a scene wasn’t my style, not here, not now.

But when I got fouled during the third quarter and the ref called it on me instead, my patience snapped.

"You’ve got to be kidding me!" I yelled, throwing my hands up.

The ref blew the whistle again. "Technical foul, Bueckers. Watch your mouth."

Azzi pulled me aside, whispering, "What’s wrong with you? You’re never this heated."

I didn’t answer, my eyes flicking to where Y/N sat on the sidelines. Jade was sitting not too far from her, leaning back casually, her face far too close for comfort.

We won the game, but I wasn’t in the mood to celebrate with the team. Instead, I convinced Ice to trade rooms with me.

"Why?" Ice asked, narrowing her eyes.

I shrugged, trying to sound casual. "Just need to talk to Y/N about something, and Coach doesn’t need to know."

Ice smirked knowingly but didn’t press further.

When I got to the room, Y/N was scrolling through her phone, completely unaware of my presence.

"Hey," I said, shutting the door behind me.

She looked up, surprised. "Paige? What are you doing here?"

I didn’t answer, walking over and sitting beside her on the bed.

"You and Jade looked pretty cozy tonight," I said, my tone light but my eyes sharp.

"Paige," she groaned, rolling her eyes. "It’s just Jade. We’ve been friends forever. Like in diapers til she moved forever."

"Friends don’t kiss each other on the forehead, not like that!" I countered, leaning closer.

"It’s part of our handshake! We've done it since we were kids! Like 6 years old, P." she protested.

I didn’t respond, instead pressing my lips to her neck. She gasped softly as I trailed kisses down to her collarbone, leaving a mark just above where her shirt ended.

"Paige!" she exclaimed,

"Oh, is that right?" I leans in even closer, my body pressing against hers pinning her to the wall.

She moan softly “yes, that’s right, P.” feeling my hands roaming freely over her body. I grin at the sound of her soft moan, clearly enjoying the effect I'm having on her.

I leans in even closer "You’re mine, princess." My hands slide down to her hips, fingers digging into her skin as I pull her closer. I lean down to nibble at her earlobe, teeth grazing her skin. "And you know it, princess."

She whimper bucking her hips into me “m’Paige, m'yours.” feeling her panties grow wetter with every touch.

Letting a smirk grow on my face as I rub my hand over her clothed pussy. “Your body's doin this all f'me, mamas.” I smirk at the friction.“Nghh,” she whimper. “Look at you, i haven’t even took your clothes off yet and you’re just falling apart, and its cause of lil ole me.” I whisper into her ear before leaving more hickeys on her collarbone.

“Tell me you don’t want this and i’ll stop right now." I says reaching into her shorts rubbing her clit painfully slow. She opens her mouth to respond but all that comes out of it are soft moans and whimpers, shaking her head. “You gotta use your words mamas, do you want me to stop.” I tease, fingers dancing around her clenching hole.

The room fills with her cries and moans. “Shh, shh you hear her talking back to me princess?” I say using my thumb to rub slow circles on her clit. “You’re a little slut huh, letting me finger your pussy inside your shared hotel room.” I tease, grazing her ear.“P-please do-” you moan as I bury my fingers into your sopping pussy, your breath hitches.

My fingers prodding around searching for something. “What would happen if Ice opens that door and we get caught, my fingers deep in your pussy like this.” She mindlessly clench around my fingers at the thought of being caught.“Oh, you’re a nasty girl, ma. You like the idea of that huh?” My fingers curl upwards and her eyes roll back, “Found it.”

I say as I speed up, rubbing circles into her pulsing clit, my fingers feeling her tethering closer and closer to the edge.

Her head lolls back “f-fuck, P, dont stop.” My fingers continue rubbing the spongey spot “Look at me, baby.” I lessen my pace, “Look at me.” I order, she looked at me, her eyes glossed over indicating that she was close.

She squirm and whine at the feeling of my fingers inside her dripping pussy speed up. Her mouth opens into an o shape at the filthy squelches that were filling up the room.“Paige, m’Paige.” she whimper helplessly. “I know baby, I can feel you squeezing my fingers.” I say so sweetly she’d never imagine the lewd words that leave my mouth next.“You gonna cum all over my fingers, huh? Make a mess f'me baby,” I says biting, sucking at her neck and before she can warn me, she's cumming all over my fingers the white of her eyes the only thing visible.

She grip my arm for support as her legs become shaky. “I- mmm” her orgasm soon passes and I look her in her eyes as I pull my hands out her shorts and lock them clean. “That was hot, mamas, fuck."

Her cheeks turned pink, and I smirked, dipping my head again.

"Coah's gonna know we were in a room together." She said before i shook my head and pulling her in for a kiss.

The next day the team didn’t miss a thing.

"Y/N," kaitlyn said, pointing at my neck during breakfast. "What’s that?"

Kk leaned in for a closer look. "Are those...hickeys?"

I flushed, pulling my hoodie tighter around me. "Mind your business, Kk."

Paige, sitting across from me, looked far too smug. "Guess she had a fun night."

I glared at her, and she winked.

When a few girls came to Connecticut for the game against Lsu. I saw her in the crowd andtried to keep my distance from Jade, but the handshake was muscle memory. I barely noticed Paige’s glare as we finished the routine, Jade’s laugh echoing through the arena.

After the game, Jade invited me to Ted’s for a quick catch-up before she headed back.

"Just an hour, and no hand shakes i pinky promise, P" I promised Paige.

Her lips pressed into a thin line, but she nodded. "Be careful, ma."

At Ted’s, Jade and I reminisced about old times.

"You’ve got a good thing going here," she said, gesturing vaguely. "The team, Paige...it suits you."

"Thanks," I said, smiling.

"She’s protective, though," Jade added, her tone teasing.

"Yeah, she is," I admitted, thinking back to the hickeys and the way she ran after me in the rain.

"I like that about her. She's good for you." She says as the looks at me with knowing eyes.

I agree with her as we talked-about any and everything it felt like Jade and I never got separated.

When I returned to the dorm, Paige was waiting for me, her arms crossed.

"How was Ted’s?" she asked, her voice even.

"Good," I said, stepping closer. "But I’d rather be here."

Her expression softened, and she pulled me into her arms.

"Good," she murmured, kissing my forehead. "Because you’re stuck with me."

And just like that, the tension melted away, leaving nothing but warmth and love in its place.

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-prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️

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[starstrucklunatic]

Incorrect BAU Quotes, but its things my friends said Part 5 (drunk Emily edition)

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Emily, drunk: Whatever you are going to tell Hotch, lie! Emily, high: Some people are simply a broken condom... JJ: And some people eat Salt & Vinegar chips. Emily, drunk, talking to Morgan: I am Pablo, you're my dog. Morgan: Did you just call me a bitch? Reid: Did you just call Pavlov "Pablo"?? Emily: This only got 6,9%. Why not drink just drink tap water? JJ, trying to park: You think I can fit in there? Emily, drunk: If I were you, I would not ask the person under the most influence AND with the worst spatial orientation.

JJ: Oh, I never really get a hangover. If I were you two I'd hate me. Emily and Garcia: We do. Hotch: What did you drink? Emily: Yes, absolutely. Emily: I don't smoke. Tara, looking at the cigarette: 🤨 Emily: One doesn't count if you're stressed. Emily: The only thing I can count on are sad songs and vodka.

Emily, drunk: My tits are perfect, JJ I love you

[biomic]

sachika's on the ground reporting

[wouldyourfavepaychildsupport]

[scootkiddo]

It’s so sadly apparent that Arthur struggles with deep-seated depression.

When looking in the mirror at the Valentine motel he comments on how ugly he looks, how old he is, how no wonder “they leave” him. At the saloon when Lenny asks him why he never got married Arthur says “no one would have him” but in a tone that causes deflection with self-deprecating humor. While going fishing with Javier and the fish won’t take his bait, he explains that it’s not the bait, that it was him, and how he and Hosea were always better at fishing. When journaling about his TB diagnosis he writes how he “always longed for death.”

It’s so heartbreaking because that low self-esteem is reinforced by the losses that have befallen him coupled with the outlaw life he leads. He was groomed from a young age into believing his hands were only good with a good as opposed to a pen with parchment, yet he captures facets of life in ink so beautifully. He claims to be dumb and ignorant, but he speaks with a far more educated vocabulary & knowledge than most. There are so many values stored within Arthur’s soul, but his blindspots thrown down to him like a lifeline only allow him to see the heartaches of his life. And the only way to make sense of those heartaches is to assume he simply deserves them