#UNITED WE STAND 🫡

[mothalas]

death by a thousand cuts goes so hard for what reason

[pathologicalreid]

hello my new favorite tumblr writer 😇 i will b honest i have never requested anything before so!! bear with me. however the spencer reid brainrot is all too real SO would you be open to doing anything with a hotchner!fem!reader? bau or not for the reader! something something hotch is very hesitant about their relationship but maybe reader gets caught in the crossfire of something and hotch and prentiss see them together afterward and prentiss is like “that looks pretty real to me.” DOES THAT MAKE ANY SENSE OKAY I’M LEAVING NOW THANK YOUUUU 🫡

a father's daughter | S.R.

in which your father doesn't approve of your relationship, but who knows how he'll react when reid jumps into action after a threat against your life

who? spencer reid x hotchner!fem!bau!reader category: angst content warnings: general cm violence, blood, stitches, hospitals, medical inaccuracy word count: 2.03k a/n: anon you are legendary. this is an incredible request and i am so honored to be your new favorite tumblr writer! i am an absolute sucker for anything hotchner!reader (or rossi!reader) so i absolutely ate this request up! (also if anyone wanted to drop a request in my inbox... it would be welcome)

Aaron Hotchner was the most professional person in the BAU, except when it came to you. You, like him, had gone to law school. You were a public defender for just a short time before being put into WITSEC, and when your mother died, you applied to the FBI Academy.

Plain and short, it was nepotism, but no one was going to argue with the man whose wife was murdered by a serial killer. Your dad wanted you in the BAU so he could keep an eye on you, and there was nothing Erin Strauss could do about it. What your father couldn’t control, was your relationship with Reid.

He could tell you that he didn’t approve, but so long as David Rossi, king of inter-bureau mingling, was around, he couldn’t actually do anything to stop you. “I’m just saying that I’ve never seen Reid be consistent with a relationship,” your dad said, having pulled you away from the team to, once again, try to warn you off of your relationship.

“He’s been pretty consistent for the last seven months,” you responded, rifling through the victims' files that were in your arms.

You started to make your way out of the empty office when your father spoke again, “And he’s too old for you.”

Stopping in your tracks, you pivoted and faced your father, “He’s three years older than I am, I’m twenty-six. That’s hardly an age gap to bat an eye at.” The two of you had always had a rocky relationship, he missed a large portion of your childhood due to this job and you always tried to not resent him for it.

Your parents’ marriage fell apart, neither of them handled it well, and you weren’t all that surprised. They had gotten married when your mom got pregnant with you because they thought that was what they were supposed to do, and when Jack couldn’t keep them together, everything fell apart.

“You have no right to lecture me on relationships, Agent Hotchner,” you snapped, staring him down. Daring him to challenge you.

He sighed, obviously trying not to lose his patience with you. “I’d just hate for you to find out you wasted your time on something that wasn’t real.”

The door behind you swung open, you spun on your heels to face Emily. “Sorry, uh, we have a location, Morgan’s coordinating with SWAT,” she said, looking between you and your father.

“Great, let’s go,” your father said, his parental demeanor falling away as his Unit Chief mask took its place.

You walked out the door to see the rest of the team, Rossi tossed you a Kevlar vest as you walked over to where Spencer was standing with the police chief, “Where are we headed?” You asked, undoing the Velcro on the vest and pulling it over your torso. The beige precinct was buzzing as agents and officers prepared to break into the UnSub’s home base. Hopefully to find his most recent victim still alive.

Reid reached over and adjusted the strap of your vest, making sure it was evenly tightened over your shoulders. “Garcia found a warehouse on the other side of town. It’s being rented out under an anagram of the first victim’s name,” he said, gently squeezing your arm before dropping his hands back to his side.

Nodding, you followed the rest of the team out the metal doors of the precinct and into the black SUVs. “Your UnSub’s name is Jonas Watts, he used a different name to rent the space but the account he uses to pay for it is under his name,” Garcia’s voice rang through the speaker as she told you about the perpetrator. “He checks every UnSub box we have, raised by a single father after his mother left, and… oh, multiple arrests for assault.”

You looked up to the driver’s seat, your dad was white-knuckling the steering wheel, entirely focused on driving as you listened to Garcia reciting the UnSub’s rap sheet.

When you arrived at the warehouse SWAT was already there and Morgan started organizing the tactical assault. Drawing your weapon, you nodded at your teammate when he instructed you to go around the back with himself and your father. Allowing Morgan to kick the door down, the three of you held your firearms up and began clearing the warehouse.

Further away, you heard Emily and Spencer clearing the front. “Clear, moving up,” you called into your radio as you approached the stairs, stepping on them carefully so they didn’t creak. On the landing, you looked at a trail of blood on the ground. “There’s a blood trail in the upper west wing,” you whispered.

“Move up, little Hotch, I’m right behind you,” Morgan responded.

Rolling your eyes at the nickname, one that you had begged him to stop using, you moved forward, keeping your firearm aimed right in front of you. Turning into the room that the blood trail led to, you immediately ducked when you saw a knife coming for you. Keeping your gun aimed, you faced down the UnSub, “Jonas Watts, FBI!” You announced yourself, scanning the room for the girl he took last night.

Watts shook his head, “You’re not supposed to be here! You can’t be here!” He shouted in distress.

“Where’s the girl, Jonas? Where did you take Isobel?” You asked him, not seeing her in the room the two of you were in. There was another entrance on the left of him.

He stepped toward you, and you cocked your gun, “I don’t have her now. I lost her, she’s lost,” he said, there was a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

Unnerved, you decided to take a leap of faith, “Jonas, where’s your partner?” A partner hadn’t been part of the profile, but the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. The crimes were too complex, it didn’t match up with something as simple as using an anagram of a victim’s name for the warehouse rental.

Morgan filed in behind you, aiming his gun at Jonas, same as you. “Time’s running out, Jonas. If you tell us about your partner we can help you,” he said, slowly inching toward Watts.

“It’s too late,” Jonas wailed.

Someone knocked into you from behind, causing you to stumble forward before you were pulled to your feet. One arm was locked around your torso, and another was holding a knife to your throat. “If you don’t leave now, I’ll cut her fucking throat!” The unnamed man said from behind you, he was almost impossibly tall, easily overpowering you.

You didn’t dare move, not with that knife to your throat, one false move and you’d bleed out. Morgan shouted for him to let you go, but he just pressed the knife tighter to your neck, splitting the skin.

Shutting your eyes, you tried not to cry, fearing the damage it would do to your throat.

Your captor held you tightly to him, using your body to block Morgan from shooting. Something warm trickled down your collarbone, and you weren’t sure if it was blood or tears.

For a moment, you thought you could swing your foot back into his knee, but the fear of having your carotid cut outweighed your bravery.

Ever since you were a kid, you thought death would be quiet. Something you slipped into like sleep, but your death was loud, and it left your ears ringing.

The afterlife was the weirdest place you’ve ever been, someone was calling your name, and you heard your rights being read. Although, why you would need your Miranda Rights in the afterlife you had no idea.

“Angel, please open your eyes,” someone said.

Confused, you opened your eyes and saw familiar eyes staring down at you. Golden and bleary. Spencer, Spencer was here. You tried to sit up, but he held you down, keeping a hand on your throat.

Morgan was shouting for medical, saying there was an agent down. You turned your head to see the still unidentified UnSub on the ground, shot through the temple. Using his free hand to turn your chin, “Don’t look,” Spencer whispered. “You’re okay, I’ve got you. I’m not going to let anything happen to you, angel.”

If you weren’t still coming down from an adrenaline high, you might’ve smiled at the irony of the nickname. Being called ‘angel’ after having your neck cut felt like tempting fate.

Where was your dad? Of everyone here, you expected him to be here, barking orders at people.

As if summoned by your thoughts, your dad appeared, nearly hauling an EMT behind him, “Help her,” he said.

Yeah, that absolutely tracked.

The EMT’s packed your wound and assured everyone that your carotid had not been slit, against your protests, the ambulance brought you to the hospital for stitches. Emily had run to the hotel to get your go bag, allowing you to change out of your bloodied clothes.

Thankfully, the doctors said you didn’t need to stay overnight, meaning you and the team got to go home. “How are you feeling?” Spencer asked while you were waiting to board the jet.

You hummed, pulling your sunglasses over your eyes, and leaning against a car, “Tired, but I’m alright.” Tired might have been underselling it, you felt like all of the energy had been physically drained from your body. “You worry too much,” you whispered, closing your eyes for just a moment. Your throat was a little raspy, but it should go back to normal after a couple of days.

“Your throat was cut about four hours ago, some might say I’m not worrying enough,” he responded, reaching down, and picking up your bag, carrying it over to the jet once they got the okay to board. On the jet, he gestured to the seat, “Lay down, get some rest.”

You furrowed your brows, “Isn’t it kind of frowned upon to take up a whole seat?” You asked, of course, sometimes it happened, but you didn’t want to take up too much space.

Spencer cocked his head at you, “I don’t think anyone is going to fight you on it, love.”

Taking a deep breath, you sat down on the seat, laying down and closing your eyes, falling asleep before you even left the tarmac.

Being the Unit Chief had its perks, surely, but the piles of paperwork sometimes felt never-ending. Aaron took a deep breath before he closed the file, Rossi sat across from him, nursing a glass of whiskey.

“Hey,” Prentiss whispered, taking the seat next to him and setting her glass of water down on the small table. “Do you see that?” She said, gesturing with her head toward where you were lying down, asleep.

Right next to you was Reid, who usually had his nose buried in a book at this point in a flight, but he was wide awake, and all of his focus seemed to be on you. Begrudgingly, Hotch watched as Spencer reached over and tucked a blanket around you as if he was afraid you’d freeze on the temperature-controlled jet. “What about it?” Hotch asked, reaching over for the next file.

His eyes flicked up again, Spencer was sitting on the floor of the jet. Everyone had elected to leave the couch seats for the two of you, but the one across the aisle from you was empty. Like Reid didn’t even want you to be any more than one foot away from him.

Leaning back in the chair, Emily shook her head, “That’s what we in the business call hypervigilance.”

Hotch didn’t respond, he just spared another glance over at the two of you. “’We in the business’?” He inquired, humoring Prentiss.

“I’m just saying… the hovering? The blanket? I don’t know about you, but that looks pretty real to me,” she said, leaning back in the leather seat.

Silently, he glared, it would seem his hopes of getting the team to stop eavesdropping on familial conversations were quashed.

“Just let the kids be, Aaron,” Rossi said, grinning into his glass.

He cleared his throat and flipped open the new file before he acquiesced, “Fine, for now.”

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[slutforsilverfoxes]

ok i dont know if you do requests or not but this is just something thats been ricocheting around in my head for days and i need to get it out before my brain completely rots. whether or not you want to write it is up to you i just really needed to share this with a hotch lover.

nonbau!reader knowing that the team have a really tough local case their all working overtime on and deciding to try to cheer them up and destress them a bit so she spend a few hours cooking this amazing delicious meal because she knows they'll probably just get takeout. so she swings by the bau around 6ish with the food and the whole team flock around her and around hugging her and thanking her and immediately digging in.

hotch notices from his office and comes down looking way grouchier than normal and hes like "excuse me we have a case to work on im not sure why youre all standing around when theres work to be done. and r why are you here distracting my team they need to focus" before going back into his office and the team is shook bc aaron has NEVER spoken to you like that before. and youre highkey offended like ?? i spent hours of my time doing a nice thing and im getting bitched at like im his subordinate??

but then you slam your purse down on jjs desk, take your earrings out and put your hair up in a ponytail and youre like "give me 15 minutes and ill have that attitude sorted put no problem." before marching away into hotchs office locking the door and drawing the shades and derek and emily are crying laughing cause they know exactly whats about to happen but reid is confused like ??? is she gonna fight with him? why did she put her hair up? whats so funny? and pen and jj have to explain that you went up there to give him a bj and hes just like?!?! AT WORK?!?? and rossi is just watching the shenanigans unfold like 🤭🤭

and you do eventually come back down from his office wiping your mouth on the back of your hand and your hair is significantly more ruffled than before and hotch looks subdued and even a little embarrassed and he just mutters a quiet apology to the team before grabbing a plate of the food you brought (which is actually his favorite meal of yours) before kissing you and thanking you for coming to see him.

My oh my, do I love the way your mind works 😈 Thank you for this request (& for your patience as I took 84 years to write it)! I hope you enjoy 🖤

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x wife!reader

(-indicates reader's texts)

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A rapid series of buzzes on the table beside you has you pulling your attention away from the sizable dent you’ve made in the stack of thesis papers to be graded for your class. You exchange your favorite pen for your phone, unlocking the screen to find several texts from your closest friend sent in quick succession:

5:49pm SOS

5:49pm (Save Our Stomachs)

5:50pm Pls we’ve been going in circles on this case and he’s in a Mood

You can’t help but smile at the he in question, your stoic, stalwart husband- and your friend’s unit chief. You fire back a response:

-5:50pm Em :( Is he holed up in his office?

5:50pm You know it

-5:51pm Classic 🙄 Lucky for youuuu I’m already making dinner for my favorite people!

The oven timer beeps as if to punctuate your statement, and you rise from your spot at the kitchen table while typing out another message.

-5:51pm Scratch that- it’s ready. Be there asap rocky

-5:51pm Be brave little soldier 🫡

5:53pm You’re my fucking hero

You gather enough plates and cutlery to dish up dinner to the team of agents, then pack them up alongside the foil-covered Pyrex container fresh out of the oven. Deciding against changing out of your yoga pants and your boyfriend’s old law school t-shirt, you pluck the pencil out of your bun that was holding your hair up and toss it onto the table, snag your keys, and make your way out to the car.

The drive into the city is a relatively short one, given that most of the traffic is heading in the opposite direction at this time on a Friday evening. You navigate your way into the parking garage, then head upstairs with your precious cargo.

“Evening, Mrs. Hotchner,” your favorite security guard greets you as you step out of the elevator, and you flash him a smile with a greeting in return. “Come grab a plate when you’re done your rounds,” you call over your shoulder, and his answering grin tells you he’ll be patrolling the floor a little faster than usual tonight.

Four heads pop up from their desks at the sound of the glass double doors opening, shoulders sagging with relief when they spot your bright smile and the telltale bag in your hand that means dinner is served. Derek’s quick to jump up and help you with the heavy container as Emily, Spencer, and JJ follow the two of you into the round table room, animatedly filling you in on their day. JJ’s fingers fly across her screen, and Penelope is rounding the doorway from the back hallway by the time you make it upstairs and start setting up, arms outstretched to pull you into a hug while declaring, “You’re my favorite Hotchner, did you know that?”

“We both know I come second to Jack,” you joke, and Emily lets out a happy groan as she digs into her meal, professing, “You’re at least tied now.”

A pair of solid hands lands on your shoulders from behind, and you feel the familiar scratchiness of Dave’s beard pressing kisses to your cheeks in greeting. “What would we do without you?”

With a laugh, you turn to offer him a helping and answer, “Simply perish.”

Your heart swells as the team settles down around the table enjoying the home cooked meal, but there’s one very obvious absence. A glance at your husband’s office reveals the door is still closed, the room dark save for a glow through the open blinds that you know is from his little desk lamp. Deciding to give him a few more minutes of solitude before barging in and demanding that he take a break to eat, you join your friends at the table to tell them about the senior prank your students recently pulled in an attempt to give their minds a reprieve from their current case.

“I bet you Morgan did stuff like that all the time,” JJ accuses amid catching her breath from laughing at the story about the two chickens released on the top floor, cleverly labeled one and three.

Derek smiles back, ready to take credit, but Emily cuts in with, “A psychological prank like that sounds more like something Spence would do.”

“C’mon now, pretty boy wouldn’t want to inconvenience his teacher,” Derek teases, eliciting a pout from the youngest of the team who counters with, “Hey, I won that prank war against-”

“What’s going on here?”

A hush falls over the room at the sound of Aaron’s voice, the question itself seemingly innocent but its intention clearly to reprimand. Five pairs of eyes drop downward, leaving only you and Dave making eye contact, the older man mouthing an empathetic, Busted, in your direction.

Unbothered, you swivel in your chair to meet your husband’s gaze with a cherubic smile, your voice positively dripping in honey. “Mom’s feeding the kids because Dad forgot that sustenance is important for your brain and body. Now c’mon, take a break and-”

“Does it seem like I have time for that right now?”

Your eyebrows shoot up at his tone, and you drop the teasing lilt to your voice. “Aar, I just wanted you guys to-”

“Go home, Y/N, please,” he requests quietly, pressing his thumb and forefinger to the bridge of his nose with a soft exhale. “We can’t afford to be distracted right now. Everybody finish up and get back to work.” He turns on his heel and returns to his office without so much as a hello or goodbye or thank you, my love, for being so thoughtful and taking care of us directed your way.

Once his footfalls have receded, the entire group releases a collective breath as if they’ve just escaped being chewed out by the principal- at your expense. When you turn back around, you’re met with expressions of shock that reflect your own, like the kids literally just witnessed their dad being mean to their mom for the first time.

“You know how Aaron gets with a case,” Dave tries to soothe your ruffled feathers, and JJ jumps in with, “I’m sure he didn’t mean to come off like that, Y/N, he’s just-”

“Stressed?” you finish her thought for her. You rise abruptly from your chair, dropping your purse on the table with a resounding thud before digging through it to find a spare hair tie. “I know he is. And I also know my husband did not just say that to my face,” you grumble under your breath, combing your fingers through your hair to pull it into a quick ponytail while continuing your tirade. “After I spent hours making a meal between doing my own work? No sir, uh uh, SSA Hotchner. That man needs to relax.”

Spencer leans over to Derek while you carry on quietly cursing their boss for his attitude and asks, “Should we be concerned?”

Derek lets out a snicker before answering, “Maybe for Hotch’s di-”

“Dignity!” JJ cuts in with a sharp look at her colleague, trying and failing to suppress her own smile.

You pause in the doorway, squaring your shoulders before turning back to the team to say, “You guys eat. Enjoy. I’ll take care of your boss.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Emily snorts out, clearly amused. Laughter, applause, and a distinct wolf whistle courtesy of Derek follow you down the carpeted walkway to your husband’s office.

-----(Read Behind Closed Doors here!)-----

When you return to the round table room several not-so-subtle minutes later, you’re greeted by a bunch of giddy smiles, a knowing look from Rossi, and Spencer’s pink-tinged cheek since he’s refusing to make eye contact with you. “All better,” you announce proudly, dropping into a chair before tugging the hair tie from your now slightly tangled locks and combing your fingers through a few persistent knots. “Everybody good and full?”

“Some more than oth-”

You cut your sharp gaze over to Derek and he mimes zipping his mouth shut, a smirk still playing at his lips.

“What he means to say,” Pen huffs, slapping his shoulder, “is thank you so much for dinner, sweetie.”

“It was my pleasure,” you answer genuinely. “You know I love taking care of you guys.”

“And we’re very lucky you do,” your husband’s baritone voice rumbles from the doorway behind you. You turn to find a sufficiently chastened Aaron entering the room, and you offer him your cheek when he places his hands on your shoulders and bends to press a kiss to your smiling face. “I, uh, just wanted to apologize for my earlier-”

“Temper tantrum?” you offer, and Aaron squeezes your shoulders in warning before continuing, “Outburst. I let the stress of the case get the best of me and neglected my duties to prioritize the health of this team. Luckily, my darling wife is always there to make up for my shortcomings.”

You catch your best friend’s eye and shoot her an exaggerated wink at your husband’s word choice, forcing Emily to cover up a laugh with a cough. Aaron’s hand slides over to the nape of your neck, and you know you’re in for it once this case is over.

And you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner @iyv-ray24 @mrs-ssa-hotch @criminalskies @callm3c0nfus3d

[taegimood]

can we be moots btw i love ur work bye im wayy too public about the fangirling

biker boy beomgyu and giving him head as he leans against his bike ok bye [jumps out the window like a Parkour athlete]

hi dev !!! ofc we can be moots hehe 🫶🏼 dw i’m a fangirling fiend too 🫡 also i love your theme ooooo dark aesthetics unite 😵‍💫

YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND… this ask has my TOES CURLING unffff i’m crazy about biker/racer txt (esp biker) so this is just SO yummy skdksndksnfnj-

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beomgyu leaning both arms back on his bike leisurely, head tilting back as he sighs out a low, soft moan through parted lips.. gaze angled down towards you with lidded eyes as you lose yourself on his pretty cock~

“you love this shit, don’t you?” he’s murmuring, and all you can do is moan a shameless “mhm~” with your mouth stuffed full, unbelievable even to yourself as you fall apart on this guy who you just met that night, and he hasn’t even touched you. but you’re doing so well, taking him so deep, and with a groan he brings a hand down to your hair, guiding your head up and down on him as you eagerly let him take the lead with spit dribbling down from the corners of your lips 😩

your hands are gripping onto the front of his leather pants as you let him use your mouth.. he takes his time, easing your head back and forth, bottoming himself out intermittently with low groans and hums, edging himself with your tight little throat~ 🤧 when he decides it’s enough he releases your hair with a “use your hands, babygirl” and you eagerly obey, pumping him with both hands as his tip sits heavy on your tongue, and he watches with a quiet “fuck, baby” as his warm cum spurts into your open mouth before you swallow it all, keeping your eyes locked on his the entire time <3

biker boy beomgyu who sits you on his motorcycle with your legs propped open as he fingers you knuckle-deep into an orgasm before leaning you over the back of it and fucking your brains out until you’re a disheveled, wobbly-legged, messy-haired mess; by the time he hands you his helmet to drive you home you’ve cum 3 times and have to remind yourself of your own name.

“i’ll be seeing you, sweetheart.” with a smirk and a wink before he flips the visor of his helmet down and revs off - you stand outside your apartment building for a minute in a daze like did i seriously just get the best fuck of my life from a gorgeous stranger in a random alleyway against a motorcycle ??? yes. yes you did. 😌

[letsgetrowdy43]

🌱 best friends to lovers with luca!!

𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Im slowly working my way through the remaining requests in my inbox… I’m just swamped with school and writers block to bear with me

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[hoesformatt]

as a latina I can’t wait for your poc x sturniolo smuts 🤭 woc stand united 🫡🤍

I be doing it all for the girlies and the freaks, now that i’m thinking of it I might just gotta write a sturniolo smut JUST for the latina queens, like ts would be fucking gas, (i might js be cooking smth up 🤫) I love you all WOC STAND UNITED AS WE SHOULD 🙏🏾💋

[quackle]

reasons axelle sweep should be real:

1.

just think of the tropes yall. just. c'mon. let's think here:

girlfailure who acts like a girlfailure x girlfailure who acts like a girlboss

trainer x trainee

barbie gf x oppenheimer gf

"me (axel) and the bad bitch i pulled by being autistic (nichelle)"

tall gf x short gf

2.

this pic alone.... like the world stopped when this came on the screen!!! TOTAL YURI ISLAND BECAME MORE REAL HERE!!!! THE CAMERAMAN KNEW WHAT HE HAD TO DO!!!

(also you can't tell me axel wasn't flirting here. she spits game by talking about weaponry and survialism.)

3.

close your eyes. and imagine. axel standing on her tippy toes to give nichelle a kiss. now open your eyes. notice how you're smiling? yeah. axelle's power is real.

4.

they were LITERALLY at a pride parade TOGETHER!!! LOOK!!! THIS IS TOTALLY REAL, I WAS THERE!!!!!

5.

they can both learn a lot from each other. nichelle teaching axel the true meaning of teamwork and how lovely it feels to be in a group? axel teaching nichelle to be strong + authentically herself instead of a fabrication forced on her? WALK WITH ME HERE Y'ALL. WALK WITH MEEEE.

6.

they were 2nd most popular new gen ship on my totally unbiased, scientific poll i dropped in the tag, which means they have chemistry like no other☝🏾🤓

(yeah i voted on my own poll. sue me.)

7.

take this little snippet of this multi-chapter axelle fic i've been working on. as a treat. and persuasion. but mostly a treat:

8.

i just think they're so cute together. like their designs and color pallets fit so well next to each other. idk. just think of the fan art. they always deliver. cutie patooties.

9.

i have never seen a group of people as delusional yet joined together as axelle shippers. we join hands at least once per week sobbing about what could be. we stand as THEE united front in the total drama yuri community. we are the strongest soldiers of today's total drama fandom 🫡

anyways that's all i have, get your axelle on and vote ‼️‼️‼️

(and thank you @totaldramabrackets for your service 🫡)

[deltamothsblog]

if deltamoth had tumblr

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ranking another rock submission on my tier list. no u cant see it.

⚒️ welshstonecarver Follow

*looks at you* *looks at you* *looks at you* *looks a

🪨 the-pebbler-2 Follow

what the hell man

#where did he come from where did he go... #PREV SHUT THE FUCK UP LMAO #who is this guy. someone tell me. im going to fucking GET HIM.

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[ BALL UPDATE ]

Loading Plagues... Done! Loading Colors... Done! Loading Images [233 of 233]... Done!

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#i'm going to inflict SOOO many plagues..,. #ball update

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💜 meepist Follow

me when there is food

in the fridge

but i don want it

#guh #im sooooooooo hungry #starving white woman

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🎆 what-month-is-it-bot Follow

happy March 2024!!!

🌙 sleepytime-pete Follow

#wuh

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everything seems okay so far i think the lobotomy was a success

🧠 braintumorgaming Follow

ouh..... brian hurt....

🚑 post-lobotomy-arc Follow

uh. are you okay

🧠 braintumorgaming Follow

tumer

#LITERALLY ME #reblog

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mmmmm minecraft/saves/coolworld7

💜 meepist Follow

STOP EATING MY SAVE DATA!!!!!!

📁 appdata Follow

nuh uhhh they so yummy

#what the FUCK >:(

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🍺 alcohol-dependency Follow

ouhhh.... im so thirty....

@magicballmaster, what should i do?

🔮 magicballmaster Follow

might i suggest a plague

🍺 alcohol-dependency Follow

i

am hopelessly dependent on alcohol but sure will do a plague.

#YIPPIEEEE!!!! #plaguepost

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OFFICIAL NOTICE

Hello, everyone!

It has come to our attention that one of our freelance demolition workers has accidentally blown up Venus.

As a reminder, if you catch any debris falling to earth, please do be sure to mail it to our P.O. box on east mars. This counts as part of your public service for the empire.

Goodbye!

🫡 propogandaman Follow

SIR YES SIR! TO MARS, SIR! OORAH!

■ wrongempireoffical Follow

@propogandaman, You are hereby sentenced to 500 decades of incarceration for public display of emotion. Our Galactic Police Force has been alerted to your presence and are rapidly approaching your location.

Please await your sentence. Have a nice day!!

🫡 propogandaman Follow

oh man im TOTALLY getting executed tonight.

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💜 meepist Follow

like eating like eating

like like like eating like eating glass

#bloc party

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🚀 amongusnationalanthem Follow

please raise your right hand for the pledge of amogus

i pledge alleigence to the flag of the united ships of amongus

against the impostor for which we stand

one spaceship, under jerma, moist critical with oxygen and hod dog for all

🚀 amongusnationalanthem Follow

and now, please rise for the among us national anthem.

🚀 amongusnationalanthem Follow

[over loudspeaker] ooo say can you sus

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🐝 hive-meister Follow

why dont my friends play lethal with me

🪨 the-pebbler-2 Follow

i think youve wiped the entire team with bees.

at least once.

every time we play.

🐝 hive-meister Follow

SHUT UO!!!

CURSE OF A THOUSAND BEES!!! GET HIME!!!!!! 🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝🐝

🔮 magicballmaster Follow

should've been a plague...

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💜 meepist Follow

im soooooooo evil.

🟢 evil-meepist Follow

how evil.....

💜 meepist Follow

[saulwexler]

my heart ❤️ my hips 👯‍♀️ my body 🦵my love 👩🏼‍❤️‍💋‍👨🏼 trying to find 🧐 a part of me👆 that you🫵 didn't🙅🏼‍♀️ touch🫵 gave up 🙅🏼‍♀️👎on me🔚 like I was a 🚭bad drug 💉🚬 now I'm 🕵🏼‍♀️ searching 🔍👀 for signs 🛑 in a haunted 👻club♣️ our songs🎵 our films🎞️ united we stand🫡🇺🇸 our country🌎, guess it was a ⚖️lawless🚫 land 🛬quiet🤫 my fears 😱with the touch👉 of your hand ✋ papercut 📄 stings🐝 from our paperthin🤏 plans 💡my time🕰️ my wine🍷 my spirit😇 my trust 🙏 trying to find a part of me you didn't take up gave you 2️⃣ much but it wasn't enough 🤷🏼‍♀️ but I'll be all right✅👌 it's just a 1️⃣0️⃣0️⃣0️⃣ cuts🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪🔪

[mangoposts]

OKAYYY woc stand united 🫡 💋 chris would go feral over you.

but let’s be real we don’t want chris anymore , we i want you. 😔

i don’t want Chris either i want u too 😏 Cmon

[storiesforthemoonchild]

i’m also here for bj lessi fic/blurb/anything. we stand united, needy, thirsty and praying on our knees for more

lol united, needy, thirsty, and on your knees? noted 🫡

[wcegtalkradio]

Join host @normana.carter Jr., for another episode of Issues and Answers on @wcegnetwork @wceg_talk_radio on Monday, March 27, 2023 at 4 pm ET. Topic: 🇺🇸🫡🫥 “I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.” The monument and mural below are the antithesis of these solemn words. We acknowledge governance by the God of Abraham and Isaac. A God of order, of respect, and of humanity. The Stone Mountain carving below epitomizes the guardians of disorder, inhumanity, and division. There was no godliness in their cause, in their actions, and in the celebration of their lives. People who supported honoring these men, saw nothing wrong with lynching Leo Max Frank in 1915. People who supported honoring these men, saw nothing wrong with treating slaves worse than one would treat dogs. People who honor these men, ran through our nation’s capital on January 6, 2021 with the flag of insurrection (aka the Flag of the Confederacy) and shirts emblazoned with the words “Arbeit Mach Frei” Should taxpayers pay for maintaining a monument to man’s inhumanity to man? Let’s talk about it on the WCEG Network WCEG TALK RADIO . WcegTalkRadio.com View us on YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, & LinkedIn. #wcegnextlevel #wcegnetworktv #wcegnetwork #wcegtalkradio #wcegradio #wceg #issuesandanswers https://www.instagram.com/p/CqNsj9ILCIK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[iyas1998]

Happy Independence Day to all of our Indonesian Furus! 🇮🇩

Let us honor the struggles of many Bravehearts who had fought for the country's freedom and shaped it into what it is today. United we stand, divided we fall.

HUT, HUT, Hooray! 🫡

#HUT77RI