#and my fav trash son

[nikitatheweasel2]

Nikita and pink bg

[cienie-isengardu]

Mortal Kombat 1 Behind the Scenes AU: Why date a punk like him... (Lin Kuei Mom)

Author Note: A continuation to “Get. Lost.”, “Dating”, “Permission”, “Why date a punk like him”, “Panic (Mom is visiting)” & "Deep in trouble (Mom is visiting #2)". You can count that as the talk with mom Bi-Han mentioned in Deep in trouble.

[Cage’s Mansion] [Waiting for Liu Kang] [Special Bonus] [Grandmaster’s commentary] [Climbing scene] [Madam Bo’s Inn] [Cage’s Mansion 2 (fire extinguisher)] [Medic] [Shang Tsung’s sad face] [Smoke’s Fall] [Scenography (1)] [Scenography (2)] [Show off!] [Favorite brother] [Climbing on the wall (nonsense)] [Tomas’ commentary] [Perfectly fine] [Sexy, sexy man~♪] [Brothers between filming - Scenography(3)] [Wrong team!] [Since when you two are friends?!] [I like being evil sorcerer more] [I forgot my line, sorry!] [Read the script Kuai!] [Get. Lost.] [Dating] [Permission] [Why date a punk like him…] [Panic (Mom is visiting)] [Decapitation then] [Deep in trouble (Mom is visiting #2)] [Cultural differences (paid leave)]

[niki-phoria]

Hey, it’s me again.

Can i request for enha qhere they react to you giving them a hand kiss all of the sudden?

Also, have you heard bite me yet? What are your thoughts on it? I love karma.

- 🕊️

⋆｡°✩ enha reaction - kissing the back of their hand

includes: established relationship, layla is jake's dog, just lots of fluff

a/n: my deepest apologies that this took so long, but thank you for requesting <33 i hope you like it :))

about dark blood: i love the album !! i wish fate was a full song <//3 but i adore chaconne and sacrifice. the visuals and choreography were stunning. it's probably my fav album so far

gn reader (no pronouns used)

⋆｡°✩ heeseung

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“so, how did you two meet?” heeseung’s mother asks. her big smile has never left her face as you continue switching between answering her questions and eating the food she had prepared.

“we met when heeseung started training at hybe,” you pause with a small chuckle. heeseung glances over at you; a small smile already tugging at his lips. “he literally ran into me on his first day there.”

“you make it sound so intentional,” he whines, playfully knocking his shoulder into yours. you laugh, reaching over to pat his thigh underneath the table. 

“you spilled coffee on me.”

“and i bought you a new one to make up for it!” he defends. you relent with another laugh, shaking your head as you take another bite. 

heeseung’s father chuckles at your playful teasing between each other. the sound nearly makes you freeze in embarrassment before he smiles at you. “you two are cute together.” you can’t help the way your gaze drops back down to your rice bowl. beside you, heeseung’s ears begin to burn. 

“thank you,” you murmur. underneath the table, you nervously reach over to grab his hand. heeseung intertwines your fingers together in response.

“you’ve done well, son,” his father remarks. 

heeseung’s blush deepens, now spreading across his cheeks. “dad…” you bring your intertwined hands up, pressing a small kiss against the back of his hand.

⋆｡°✩ jay

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you gingerly hold a match between your fingers as you lean across the table to light up a few candles. the flames illuminate your dining table in a gentle golden glow, providing the perfect atmosphere for your date. you extinguish the flame quickly before throwing the match into your nearby trash can.

the table has been set with two plates filled with the best meal you could make. a white tablecloth covers the faux wood it’s made of; complete with the freshly lit candles.

you startle slightly when your front door unlocks with a small click. a soft smile graces your features when jay enters your shared apartment with a content sigh. you slip through the hallway, making your way over to where he’s standing. 

jay chuckles as your arms snake around his waist, pulling him backwards so his back meets your chest. “y/n,” he greets. 

“hi honey.” you pull back just enough to let jay twist around in your arms. he rests a hand against your cheek, stroking the soft skin before pulling you into a sweet kiss. 

you reluctantly pull away with a hum, smiling when jay follows your touch. “come on,” you chuckle. “i made dinner.” you intertwine your fingers together, pressing a quick kiss against the back of his hand as he follows you into the dining room.

⋆｡°✩ jake

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“look,” jake points up at another cloud in the sky. you squint up at the sky above you, shifting closer to him in an attempt to see what he’s pointing at. “that one looks like a dragon.”

you chuckle at his excitement, shifting even closer to lean your head against his shoulder. layla moves from sitting beside you to sniff at jake for a few seconds before walking back over to you. you chuckle as she circles around a few times before curling up into a ball so her back is pressed against your side.

jake lowers his arm so his hand leisurely rests against the middle of your thigh. you smile at the simple gesture of affection. a familiar warmth creeps through you. it’s a feeling only jake has ever made you feel. safety, happiness - love.

you reach over to grab jake’s hand, intertwining your fingers together. you softly smile at the way his ears begin to burn a soft shade of pink. a gentle breeze blows past you, rustling your hair in the process. with a nervous smile and a flushed face, jake reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair out of your face. 

you both remain silent; simply staring at each other with soft smiles. instead of thanking him verbally, you simply raise your intertwined fingers to your lips and press a small kiss against his knuckles.

⋆｡°✩ sunghoon

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sunghoon glances down at your intertwined fingers when he feels your cool skin against his own. he smiles to himself as you absentmindedly twist the thin metal of his rings along each finger as you continue gossiping with sunoo about a recent drama you had both coincidentally been watching at the same time.

sunghoon smiles to himself at your behaviour, now fully entranced by your skin trailing against his. your nails gently scratch against his skin as they trail from the rings seated against his knuckles down to his palm. despite the ticklish feeling, the loving feeling that had found a home in his chest since the moment he met you was more than enough reason to stay still and let you continue your habit. 

sunghoon’s soft smile grows when you move your hand to intertwine your fingers together. the weight of your fingers woven in between his brings a familiar feeling of comfort to both of you. one you’ve only grown more and more grateful for as your relationship continues to deepen.

“...hoon?” he nearly jumps at your voice interrupting his thoughts. 

“hm? sorry,” sunghoon whispers, turning his attention back to you. “what did you say?”

“do you want to head back home? it’s getting late.” 

“sure,” he nods. the soft smile on his face returns as you quickly raise his hand to your lips, pressing a kiss against his hand before you turn to say your goodbyes to sunoo.

⋆｡°✩ sunoo

(word count 240)

“y/n?” sunoo’s soft voice breaks your concentration away from your various open textbooks sprawled out on your desk in front of you. he places a gentle hand against your shoulder - massaging some of the tension from your aching body in the process. 

sunoo furrows his eyebrows when he notices your fresh eyebags and growing frown lines. his hand trails up your neck to cup your cheek, brushing his thumb against your skin. it’s a small action, but it immediately relaxes you all the same. 

“you should take a break,” he whispers. 

“i can’t,” you squeeze your eyes closed as you turn back to your incomplete notes. “i have a test next week; i need to get this done-”

“y/n, you need to rest.” with a small sigh, you finally relent. sunoo guides you over to your bed, coaxing you to lay down. he rubs his hand against your back, slowly easing more of the tension from your muscles.

grateful tears sting at the corners of your eyes. you let out a small sigh, finally allowing your body to relax after grueling hours of relentless work. you reach over to grab sunoo’s hand, holding it in yours just long enough to press a kiss against his knuckles. 

“thank you,” you whisper. you miss the way his cheeks flush a deep red and his lips quirk upwards into a small smile when your eyes flutter closed; sleep finally accepting you.

⋆｡°✩ jungwon

(word count 210)

jungwon lets out a small sigh as he nuzzles his face closer into your neck. you shift slightly so your chin rests on top of his chin, keeping his body closely tucked against your own. he squeezes his eyes shut in a poor attempt to will his growing migraine away to little avail. 

you reach over to push his fringe out of his eyes before you lean down to press a kiss against his forehead. “feeling any better?” your voice softly interrupts his turmoil. 

“not really,” he whispers. jungwon can nearly see the frown tugging at your lips - even from his place wedged in the juncture of your neck and shoulder. 

“are you ready to talk about it?”

he resists the urge to let out yet another sigh, instead nuzzling even closer to you. you accept his small movements as an answer as you reach down to grab one of his hands. your touch is gentle as you trace small shapes against the skin. 

jungwon can’t help the way his lips quirk upwards into a small smile as you begin to press soft, little kisses against his skin. you begin on each fingertip before moving onto his knuckles, and then his shoulder, his neck, his cheek, and, eventually, his lips.

⋆｡°✩ niki

(word count 228)

niki dramatically sighs, leaning his head against your shoulder. you don’t react to the sudden weight; eyes still focused on the half-finished essay you’ve been working on for the past few hours. “y/n,” he whines.

“niki,” you simply hum in response. dissatisfied, niki sits up fully and shifts his body to look at you. 

free time was an uncommon occurrence for the boy; most of his time being spent physically working on his dancing skills or mentally exhausted as he tries to keep up with the pressures of being an idol at such a young age. only growing increasingly bored, niki slowly begins to trail his fingers along your forearm. you flinch at the ticklish feeling but only spare him a glance before turning your attention back to your assignment. now inspired, niki only increases his efforts. 

after a few minutes of annoying you, you reach over to grab his hand into yours. you quickly lift his hand up to press a kiss against his knuckles. “niki, i love you, but i need to finish this. i’ll be done in an hour, okay?”

niki is glad you don’t see the way his face immediately flushes a deep red at such a simple action. his ears burn as he leans back over to hide in the crook of your neck, finally letting you finish your essay in peace.

[nerd-goes-blogging]

how did I get here?

('bout how I became a dedicated Tintin fan)

You know, there’s a reason I call Tintin and Snowy my favourite.

I met them when I was 12 years old, in a dusty corner of my school library. An instant connection developed between us and since then we had never been apart. 

On his birthday, 9th January, my thoughts turned nostalgic about the young reporter who brightened and inspired my teenage years. Well, back then I wrote a journal entry dedicated to him and his glorious adventures. While creating this blog, the first content that came to my mind was this journal entry.

So, why not?

Here's to all those amazing memories I’ve made so far with this reporter and many more to come.

Back in middle school days, I remember searching for a book series to follow diligently. There were many of them. Mostly fantasies and fictions and dark romance. Some were menacing and awkward. As a whole, not an ideal read for me, I thought. I didn’t (and still don’t) want my head to be occupied with weird thoughts which yield nothing. But I knew my search would end one day. And it did.. 

One day, rummaging through the junior library at school, I noticed some illustrated books, which resembled the comics’s style but quite refined. With the librarian's permission I opened the locked up cabinet which seemed to have jammed due to rust.

That was my pirate treasure, a bounty which I was lucky enough to stumble upon.

The first book which I read from the series was ‘The Castafiore’s Emerald’. The only adventure completely based in the Marlinspike Hall, gives a cozy kind of feeling. Not only did I appreciate Tintin's wits, but I was also amused by Captain Haddock’s funny curses and alliteration which were insulting enough to trash anyone. I really felt that I was where I belonged. I decided to stick to it and started to gather more information and facts about the young protagonist and his brilliant creator, Hergé . The internet, of course, helped me to a great extent as all 24 volumes of the adventures were available there. Also, that was my first year learning french. When Madame came to know about my new hobby, she encouraged me to carry it further and suggested that I'd get the gist of both, the language and the stories, if I read them in french. So, I did that, and how! By the end of middle school, I had read all 24 volumes, some in french as well.

Since then, I’ve read the whole series many times. I've lost count of the number of times I've ...

cheered when Tintin fought Bobby Smiles in Chicago in the book ‘Tintin in America’, 

gasped at the revelation of Rastapopoulos as an antagonist in ‘The Blue Lotus’ (who continued on to become the prime villain in the series), 

chuckled to see (or hear) Bianca Castafiore’s god forsaken singing and Tintin’s reaction in ‘King Ottokar’s Sceptre’, 

been amused at the introduction of Captain Haddock into the series in ‘The Crab with Golden Claws’, 

got my funny bone tickled as Captain Haddock grouched on Professor Cuthbert Calculus’ “hard of hearing” trouble, 

got thrilled with the hero’s treasure hunt in ‘The Secret of the Unicorn’

got terrified at the vengeance of Inca Rascar Capac and Tintin, Snowy and Captain Haddock’s quest to release the professor from the captivity of the Incas in ‘The Seven Crystal Balls’ & ‘The Prisoners of the Sun’ (this story is hands down my most fav :)

greeted the Emir and his son Abdullah (devil’s incarnation) in ‘Land of Black Gold’, 

followed the friends to the moon and back (literally!) 

visited Borduria and Syldavia, 

cried my heart out (when I first read it, I was so touched) in the joyous reunion of Tintin and Tchang, 

rolled with laughter on seeing the magazine cover of Paris Flash in ‘The Castafiore Emerald’, 

encountered all sorts of people (even aliens! in ‘flight 714’) 

and went to an extent of a military coup for General Alcazar. 

Oh, and not to forget the cliffhanger of the unfinished ‘Tintin and the Alph-art’ (left for fans to complete it with our imagination, I like to believe!)

 

Phew! The list is much longer than this & the memories are limitless!!

You might wonder why I'm so into Tintin's adventures and what makes him different from other comic book heroes? 

More importantly, what made me stay? 

You can find this out and more in my next blog.

Until then, stay nerdy ✨👩‍🎓

The Nerdy Olive :)

[slafkovskys]

jack hughes making you feel better after a tough day and maybe even calling his mom to get a step by step walk through on how to make your fav food of hers

three of his phone calls to ellen go unanswered before she finally picks up and she is stressed because not one of her three sons call her this much in such a short amount of time unless there’s something wrong, but no. the first words out of jack’s mouth are, “how do make those sprinkle cookies y/n loves?”

and ellen breathes a sigh of relief, “so you and luke are still alive? all body parts attached?”

“i think so, yeah.”

“do you own a mixing bowl?”

you had walked into the apartment wordlessly, walking right past your boyfriend to confine yourself in his bedroom under the heavy comforter. your work clothes were thrown in a pile in the corner, replaced by an old sweatshirt of jack’s that still smelt faintly of his cologne.

your supervisor was an ass, to put it in simple terms. after working for weeks on a report, he had been quick to email it back and let you know that he all but hated the thing and that it needed to be redone by the end of the week, two days from now.

frustrated tears continued to soak your pillowcase as a timid knock sounds against the bedroom door, the first noise you had heard besides your sniffles for the better part of two hours. your voice is scratchy when you call out, “yeah?”

the knob twists and there stands jack holding onto the cookie plate he thought was ridiculous. he looks nervous as he fully steps into the room, closing the door behind him again in case luke decided to be nosy and poke his head in too, “i made you something.”

you push your body up, keeping the blankets tight around you as you peer over the plate. you look at your boyfriend in surprise, “are those-”

“yeah, from scratch. we just so happened to have all of the ingredients,” he has a soft smile one his lips as he gestures to his empty spot, “can i-”

“if you give me the plate,” you wage and he gives in, handing you your prized cookie plate with your prized cookies on them. you take a bite and groan, “oh my god. is ellen here? these are so good!”

“no, i called her and she walked me through how to make them,” he reaches across and takes one, rolling his eyes at the sharp look you give him, “don’t be greedy now.”

“you made them for me, no?”

“because you had a bad day,” he says and you swallow the lump in your throat, looking away from him. he sighs, reaching across to rest a hand on your blanket covered knee, “do you want to talk about it?”

“not right now. can we just watch trash tv and eat all of these?” you send him a sad look that you know he couldn’t say know to. he grins, pressing a kiss to your arm before grabbing the remote from his nightstand, “you just got major points in my book now that i know that you can make these.”

“there’s a lot of things that you don’t know about me,” he smirks lazily as he navigates through hulu. “can you believe my mom thought i didn’t own a mixing bowl?”

“you didn’t until three weeks ago and i bought one for you.”

[stxrrynxghts]

What I loved about StarBharat

Yup, after relentlessly bashing my fav show, I have finally decided to show a part where I actually praise it. Yay~~~

The aesthetics. The palace and over all aesthetics were on fiyaahh. I may not be a fan of the costumes, but well, they have done pretty well for a TV show. TV shows cannot spend that much on costumes as compared to films.

Music. The BGMs were really good, as well as the Sanskrit shlokas for the characters. C'mon guys we were all jamming to the multiple Arjun themes for sure

The bond b/w the Pandavas. It was so sweet, and how they showed the Pandavas be a team, a family, together in everything, and well, being brotherly in general.

Yudhishthira. Canon Yudhishthira isn't exactly a saint, but the one in this show, is actually competent. He seems conflicted, done with this shit, wondering how much low can someone sink than this, and well, he also knows how to kick some ass, so yup. Approved!

The portions of stories really explained , like the twins getting screentime. They have individual talents, which separate them not only as the twin duo, but as Nakul and Sahadeva, two individuals.

Also Nakul fangirling over himself hehe

Krishna---he may be irritating at times, but SRJ has managed to capture the serious, tragic, godly, loving and naughty Krishna completely. And yeah, didn't Krishna just LOVEE to irritate half of the world- *cue Yada Yada*

Arjun. My boi is so sweet and gentle, and well, the way he speaks is so soft and pretty oMg

#ParAv till death folks

Bhimasena. No words.

The bromance triangle of Dury, Karna and Ashwa.

Karna is a git in canon, but StarB's Karna gives me meme vibes, LOL

MAMASHREE

All the Kuru bois having beautiful, shiny, lustrous hair, irrespective of their generation. YAAS, they inherited this from granddaddy.

the tilaks, crescent moon with personalized designs for the Kurus, fire for the Panchals, blue for the Matsyas, the Vaishnava tilak for Krishna and snake for Balarama.

oh Boi how much potential did these love stories have

BHIMAAAAA (again, yes.)

The attractive trash-talking done by Arjun and Bhima, as well as their sons

oh my gawd the Kauravas are such memes it is making me laugh

Balarama's irritated expression at everything Krishna does

RUKUUUUUUUUU

Abhimanyu being iconic~~~~~~~

Draupadi's eye makeup>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Tbh they tried to make us ship ArDi, but ik we all ended up liking Yudhishthira x Draupadi after seeing this show-

Subhadra's pretty hairstyles

Uttara my bby

Kunti and Gandhari and Madri

Brihannala *heart heart*

Sexy Pandavas while killing Mamashree

"DURYODHAANNAAAAAA!!!!!" *guess who?*

"Dhanush Uthao Arjun"

Arjun being confused

"BHIMAAAAAAA!!!!" in response to "DURYODHANAAAAA"

Arjun flying into a rage after Abhimanyu's death and kicking some ass

Duryodhan getting his ass kicked by Abhimanyu in the same way Arjun did 25-30 years ago #nogrowth

"Mitra Karna~~~" #nohomo

Subhadra being a dumb cutie uwu

Uttara, if only u had some screentime

GURU DRONA

Krishna again

Bhima eating his way through life makes me aspire to be like him

the Pandavas joking with each other <333333333333333

[optimistictalia]

on this segment of Nathy Remembers OCs After Revisiting An Old Fandom, stenny was always my fav ship out of South Park, esp when I was IN DEEP back in middle school LOL like will they make each better or WORSE? 🤭🤭🤭

is it wishful thinking that these two trash fires could ever settle down? Maybe! But I like to think at some point, they’d help each other clean up and have a semi calm life together (cause when you’re born in crazy, it never fully goes away ❤️).

I guess little tidbit time about the kids? I always wanted the son to stand out (guess he was the MC?) so I made him preppy! Like he’s just… normal. He has a fully functional brain and rational thinking LOL. Josephine was like an older cousin character that totally needs rebuilding for her family and her look before I can reintroduce her, but that’s the context for the older girl in the old art. I LOVE THE NAME DANI FOR THE LITTLE ONE but KURTIS 😭😭😭😭😭 I CANNOT TAKE SERIOUSLY BC I JUST THINK ABOUT KURTIS CONNOR HAHAHA

I’m going to do this more often I think! Post old art and revisit some pieces and characters I really love and miss. That is technically the thesis of this blog: giving little me the chance to share her art bc she was too scared to, and I LOVE my old art. She was eating ngl. LIKE THAT FULL BODY DRAWING OF DANI WAS MY PEAK. WHEN WILL I GET MY SWAG BACK LMFAO.

Love y’all!! 🫶

[sequinsmile-x]

Stained Glass Windows - Chapter Fifty

Life was complicated, but they wouldn't have it any other way.

-x-

Hi friends,

I cannot believe this is chapter 50 of this fic!! Thank you so much for still being here, for still loving on this version of our favs almost a whole year into writing SGW (end of November 2022 is when I started to post it!). It means the world to me because I love this version of them so much.

As it is October 12th, our beloved Emily Prentiss's birthday, I have dedicated this chapter to celebrate that, and given it a special banner to mark the occasion.

There is still SO MUCH of this fic to go in my little head, so who knows...maybe we'll have another 50 chapters?!

Please do let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 3.9k

A full list of warnings for the fic can be found on the Series Master List and will be updated as we go along.

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

October 12 1991

She just needs a minute to herself. 

It’s what she tells herself as she leaves the party supposedly being thrown in her honour. The house filled to the brim with her mother’s friends and their sons, men deemed suitable for her to date and marry, and people Emily hadn’t really seen or spoken to since she left for college. 

This had never been her home, not really. It was a base. The place they came to for a month or so in between her mother’s postings, somewhere she knew could have been a home if her parents had made different choices. 

She sighs as she hears her mother’s laugh, the gregariousness that Elizabeth only ever truly had when she’d been drinking. It had been a problem for years, since her father had left, but Emily knew it had got worse since she’d gone to college, as if the loneliness her mother had always seemed to strive for hadn’t been as peaceful as she thought it would be. It made guilt bubble in her stomach even though she knows it’s not her fault, that she finally deserved her own life. The chance to find some stability. 

She pulls the office door closed behind her, grateful for the barrier it creates, for the way it muffles the sound she was hiding from. She pauses when she spots the mostly empty bottle of scotch on her mother’s desk, its presence answering a question she’d never dare ask. She walks over and grabs it, pouring herself a measure into one of the crystal glasses Elizabeth kept in here. She then drops the, still not empty, bottle into the trash can, finding satisfaction in the sound it makes as it hits the bottom, the clang echoing around her, briefly blocking out the sound outside. 

She sits on the couch in the corner, sinking into it as she looks at the drink in her hand before she blows out a breath. 

“Happy 21st birthday to me,” she says, taking a sip of the scotch. She drops her head back against the couch cushion, “At least she buys the decent stuff.” 

Her peace is disrupted as the door opens, a brief burst of sound draws her attention towards it. She furrows her brows as she sees one of her mother’s new security agents walk in. He seems just as shocked to see her, freezing in place in the doorway as their eyes meet. 

“Miss Prentiss,” he says, clearing his throat, “I’m sorry I didn’t realise you were in here, I was just looking for some paperwork.” 

She smiles politely at him, “That’s ok Agent…” she drifts off, cursing herself for not remembering his name.

“Hotchner,” he says, finishing for her, his smile polite as he steps further into the room, “Isn’t it your birthday party out there?”

She smiles and nods, “Yes, yes it is. I just needed a break from all of the suitors my mother lined up for me this evening,” she says, and he raises his eyebrow at her, clearly trying to stop himself from smiling, “I’m being serious.”

He smiles politely, “Well, I’ll get what I came for and leave you to it.”

She’s not sure what makes her say it, whether it was the fact he was nice, or because he was handsome, but she’s speaking before she’s aware she’s going to, “You should stay. Have a drink with me.” 

He furrows his brow, a mix of confusion and something close to absolute horror that makes something spark in her chest, “I’m working, I can’t-”

“Come on,” she says, smiling at him, “I won’t tell anyone. Besides, it’s my birthday. It would be rude not to.” 

He thinks about it for a moment, wondering if he should just leave, politely say he had things to do, or if he should stay. His decision is made by the slightly sad sheen to her eyes. He’d never spent much time with her, but she always seemed lonely when he saw her.

“Ok, one drink,” he says, turning to where the glasses are, his eyebrows knitting together when he doesn’t see any liquor. 

“The scotch is in the trash can,” she replies, sipping her drink, finding herself amused by the look on his face, how he doesn’t question what was, on the surface of it, a ludicrous statement. She watches as he pours himself the smallest amount, the amber liquid barely visible from where she is sitting, and he crosses the room and sits next to her, a respectable distance between them.

“Happy Birthday Miss Prentiss,” he says, raising his glass, and she smiles at him. 

“Emily,” she corrects and he nods as he swallows thickly.

“Happy Birthday Emily,” he says, clinking his glass against hers. They exchange a smile and drink. “Your mother seems to be the life of the party.” 

Emily hums and finishes her scotch, letting the liquor burn the back of her throat, “Yeah,” she replies, smiling tightly at him, “She really is,” she looks him up and down, taking in his suit, the way he looked nothing short of an agent. She has an urge to mess with him, to mess up his hair and see what he does, “What does your girlfriend think of you working late?” 

He frowns, “How do you know I have a girlfriend?”

She shrugs, “I can tell,” she says mysteriously, smiling when he looks confused, “You’re a nice guy. The nice ones are rarely single.” 

He clears his throat, feeling his cheeks go warm at the compliment, “She’s okay with it,” he explains, “Haley, my girlfriend, she knows it’s a means to an end.” 

“That’s good,” she replies, watching as he finishes his drink, “I hope she knows she has one of the good ones.”

He chuckles as he stands up, placing the empty glass on the desk before he picks up what he had come in for, “I’ll let her know,” he walks towards the door, “Happy Birthday again, Emily.”

“Thank you for having a drink with me, Agent Hotchner,” she says, and he turns to face her, offering her a half smile. 

“Aaron.” 

She nods and presses her lips together to stop her smile from getting too wide, “Aaron.”

___

October 12, 2000

Emily curses under her breath as she pushes her apartment door open, her arms full of groceries, her briefcase and the birthday gift her colleagues had bought her. 

She makes it to the kitchen counter and dumps everything she’s holding onto it. She turns and closes her front door, making sure it’s locked before she puts away groceries she knows will go bad before she eats them. She pulls out the card her colleagues had given her, the number ‘30’ emblazoned on the front, and she takes a moment to read the messages inside before she sets it down on the counter, next to the one her mother had sent her, and she heads to the fridge. She pours herself a glass of wine and stares at it for a moment, the scar on her abdomen throbbing. 

A silent warning, a phantom of her worst fear - that she’d turn into her mother. After she’d saved her mother’s life, literally giving her part of herself and turning down a once in a lifetime job opportunity to do so, things between them hadn’t got better. There were no apologies from Elizabeth, no thank you. No acknowledgement of what Emily had done. It got too painful to be in DC, to watch her mother act as if nothing had ever happened, so when she’d been offered a job doing translation in the FBI Detriot Field Office she hadn’t thought twice. She’d taken the job and started again, only letting her mother know when it was already a done deal. 

She shakes her head and pours the wine away, tipping it unceremoniously down the sink, before she makes herself a hot chocolate, the warmth of the mug in her hands a comfort. 

She settles on the couch and is about to turn on the TV when she hears the phone ring. She groans and gets up, but sees her mother’s number flashing on the screen and she decides not to answer, feeling wholly not in the mood to listen to comments about her life. Thinly veiled criticisms that she thinks she’d accept from someone else. 

Emily knew she wasn’t entirely happy, but it would do for now. She was content to simply exist until she figured out what she wanted her life to look like. 

She sits back down and waits for the call to ring out, the beep of the voicemail ringing out around her. 

“Emily, I had hoped to catch you, but you may still be at work. I just wanted to say Happy Birthday. When you’re here over Thanksgiving I’ll introduce you to Bruce Cameron’s son. He’s your age and is about to get divorced-”

She rolls her eyes and stops listening after that, not paying attention as she flicks through the menu on the television, finally pressing play on something she knows she also won’t pay attention to when the message comes to an end. 

She couldn’t help but wonder if she should be sadder about her 30th birthday being like this. If the loneliness should bother her, but she was used to it. She had friends here, people who had tried to coerce her into going out for drinks, something she’d got out of by lying and saying she was seeing her boyfriend that night, a man she’d broken up with a few weeks ago without telling anyone. 

Emily sighs as she takes a sip of her hot chocolate and she thinks of her 21st birthday. Of Agent Hotchner and how he’d been nice to her, the few minutes they’d spent in her mother’s office the highlight of her day that year. She hadn’t thought about him in years, but all of a sudden she wonders where he is, what he’s doing. If he’d married the girlfriend she’d tricked him into mentioning. If he had kids. 

It’s something she knows she wants. A family. People in her life she knows love her unconditionally, something she’s not even sure her parents had ever done. 

She just hoped she’d get the chance. That her life wouldn’t pass her by, years melting into decades, as she turned into the one person she told herself she’d never be. 

As she drinks her hot chocolate and barely pays attention to the TV, she idly hopes that one day, life will look a lot different for her. 

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Emily is woken up by a tiny hand on her face, small fingers and sharp nails digging into her skin. 

“Careful, Lilypad.”

She opens her eyes at the sound of her husband’s voice, and smiles at the sight that greets her. Aaron is sitting on her side of the bed, Lily in his arms, and a tired smile on his face. 

“Happy Birthday, sweetheart.”

“Thank you,” She says as she sits up and stamps a kiss on his lips, her hand ghosting over the back of Lily’s head as she does so before she rests her back against the headboard, her hands reaching out for Lily, “Give me my baby.”

Aaron smiles as he does as he’s told, handing Lily over immediately. Emily laughs when she sees the onesie she’s wearing, one she’s never seen before with flowing words on the front.

Happy Birthday Mommy

“Oh my god,” she exclaims, lifting Lily to press several kisses to her cheek before she settles her into her arms, “You’re so fucking cute.” 

“Em.”

She looks up at Aaron and raises an eyebrow, unable to stop herself from smiling, the happiness and joy in her chest too overwhelming to suppress, “She’s 13 weeks old, Aaron, it’s going to be a while before she picks up on cursing,” she says, her smile only getting wider as Aaron shakes his head at her, love shining in his eyes, “So, what’s the plan for today? Now you can finally tell me.” 

He’d kept it secret from her for weeks. His insistence on planning her birthday for her was as endearing as it was irritating. He’d said not only was it her 40th and special because of that, but it was also her first birthday as a mom, and he wanted it to be perfect. 

Aaron swallows thickly, suddenly nervous that he’d got it wrong, but he nods, “Well, first thing this morning Lily and I went out to your favourite bakery to get those pastries you love.”

“You did?” She says, looking down at Lily, the baby’s hand tangled in her hair, “You’ve been busy this morning, huh?”

Aaron hums in response, smiling at the sight of the two of them together, “By the way the woman at the bakery is obsessed with her.”

“As any sane person would be,” Emily replies, tickling her daughter to make her laugh before she looks back at her husband, “So that’s breakfast?”

“Breakfast and then presents. Then Jack is coming over this afternoon,” he says, his heart warming at how excited she looks, her love for his son one of the many things he adored about her, “And this evening Dave is cooking us your favourite meal, and the team are coming here so Lily and Jack can sleep in their own beds and we don’t have to worry about bedtime being disturbed.” 

“You really thought of everything,” she says, the thought of spending the day with the people who meant the most to her a perfect one. She smiles at him, unhooking a hand from under Lily and wrapping it around the back of his neck, pulling him in for a kiss, “Thank you.” 

“I know it’s a bit simple-”

“Honey, it’s perfect,” she says, stamping another kiss to his lips. She smiles at him as she pulls back, “So, are you worried about no longer having a hot wife in her 30s?” 

“No,” He shakes his head at her and reaches out to tuck some of her hair behind her ear, “You just keep on getting hotter, baby.” 

“Good answer,” She smiles, her cheeks aching with it, and she looks down at Lily, the infant chewing on her fist, “Daddy is so getting laid tonight.” 

“Emily.”

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The house is bursting at the seams. 

The whole team is there, the gifts and love they brought with them filling all the space. The laughter was so raucous that Emily keeps glancing at the baby monitor, checking the lights on it, just in case she misses Lily crying upstairs. 

As she sits at her dining table, Aaron’s arm slung around the back of her chair with his fingers skimming her shoulder, she feels lucky. She takes a sip of her wine as she looks around, not paying much attention as Derek gives Dave crap about something said on a recent case, the older man taking it in his stride. JJ was smiling wistfully at them in between continuing her conversation with Spencer, her secrecy about her new job something that scared Emily, a feeling she would put away for tonight. Something she’d bury deep inside so she could enjoy this - the life that not all that long ago she convinced herself she’d never have. 

She’s pulled out of her thoughts by the sound of a fork being tapped against a glass, the noise enough to draw everyone's attention, and she looks at her husband, her eyes going wide as she sees him raise his glass, her cheeks already turning pink at the thought of a speech.

“I just wanted to take a moment-”

“Oh God, not a speech,” Derek exclaims, any further protest cut off with a yelp as Penelope stamps on his foot, her eyes narrowed as he looks at her in question. 

“Don’t ruin this for me,” she says, always keen for any insight into Aaron and Emily’s life, and she turns back to the couple in front of her, “Carry on boss-man.” 

Aaron shakes his head and turns to look at Emily, his spare hand on her leg under the table, squeezing softly to stop her protest. They exchange a small smile and she nods. He was never one to talk about how he feels in front of other people, never one to reveal too much, so even though she already felt a little embarrassed she let him carry on.

She could never get enough of his love. It was her lifeline, the very thing she knew she could always rely on. 

“As I was saying,” he says, raising an eyebrow at Derek before he looks around the table, “I just wanted to take a moment to thank everyone for being here tonight to celebrate Emily’s birthday,” he looks back at his wife, his smile soft, “Em, sweetheart, it’s been 19 years since I first met you and somehow you’re infinitely more interesting and more beautiful than you were even then. I love you and Happy Birthday.” 

She chokes on a sound halfway between a laugh and sob, and is grateful that it’s drowned out by the other’s cheering and clinking their glasses. She had no idea that he remembered. He’d never alluded to it, and neither had she - so sure that it was something that existed only in her memory. A moment between the two of them that was just for her, so worried he didn’t remember it that she hadn’t wanted to embarrass either one of them by bringing it up. 

The sound of crying cuts through everything, and Emily goes to stand, but Aaron stops her, his hand still on her thigh, and he leans in to kiss her cheek.

“I’ve got her,” he says, stamping a kiss against her lips, both of them ignoring Penelope’s enjoyment as Emily places her hand on his cheek and keeps in place a beat longer than he’d intended. He pulls back and smiles at her, “You enjoy yourself.” 

She watches as he leaves, her eyes fixed on him until he disappears from view. 

“Em.” 

She turns to see JJ and Penelope leaning in over the table, “You never told us you met Hotch when you were young.” 

She shrugs, trying to act nonchalant, “It was nothing really,” she says, and both of her friends raise their eyebrows at her. She’s not sure if it’s the wine in her system, or the love that was warming her from the inside out, but she sighs and carries on, “It was my 21st. My mom threw me an awful party and I hid in her office. Aaron was working there at the time, he came in to get something. I made him have the world's quickest drink with me.” 

Penelope squeals and sits back in her chair, her smile so wide Emily’s sure it must hurt, “It’s like you’re meant to be.”

For once, Emily can’t bring herself to say she doesn’t believe in that kind of thing, because she thinks she agrees.

___

“Dave sure knows how to use every dish in a kitchen.” 

Aaron chuckles at his wife as she stacks dishes next to the sink and he walks over, wrapping his arms around her from behind and pulling her into his embrace. He kisses her shoulder, smiling into her skin when it makes her shiver. 

“It’s your birthday, you’re not supposed to be doing the dishes,” he says, his hands on her hips as he turns her in his arms, “I’ll sort them later.”

She nods as she wraps her arms around his neck, her fingers trailing through his hair, “Thank you for everything today,” she says, smiling as thought of it all. Of the jewellery Aaron had bought her, a beautiful necklace with a Lily flower carved into the small disk pendant,  the line of cards on the mantel from the team. The glitter that she knew she’d be finding for months which had come loose from the handmade card that Jack had made, Haley’s neat writing on the inside. 

“You deserve it and more, sweetheart,” he says, leaning in to kiss her, his lips firm against hers. He presses his hand to her lower back to pull her closer. She hums as she pulls away and she rests her head on his shoulder, content to stand there with him. 

“Mom didn’t call,” she says, her cheeks pressing into his shirt, “I knew she wouldn’t, I asked her not to but…” 

It was a complicated feeling, a situation she knew her mother couldn’t win. If she’d contacted her she’d be going against what Emily had asked of her, but it was still her birthday. A big milestone that had gone unmarked. Their usual game of Elizabeth calling and pretending she didn’t know Emily was screening her call, only for Emily to return the call a few days later, nowhere to be found. 

“I know,” he says, kissing the top of her head, “It’s hard.”

“Yeah,” she replies, giving herself a moment before she clears her throat, wanting to only focus on the good today. All the ways she’d been shown that she was loved - everything she’d hoped for as she sat in her apartment in Detriot on her 30th birthday. She bites her lip as she pulls back to look at him, her eyes meeting his as she says what she’d been wanting to say all evening, forcing herself to wait until it was just the two of them, “I didn’t realise you remembered that moment on my 21st,” she says, pressing her lips together, “I…never wanted to bring it up in case you didn’t.” 

Aaron cups the back of her head, “Sweetheart, there is nothing on earth that would ever make me forget you,” he says, his fingers trailing through her hair, “Even then I was fascinated by you.” 

She blushes and bites the inside of her cheek, “Why did you never mention it?” 

“I didn’t think you remembered,” he says, and she raises an eyebrow at him, “I’m serious, I really thought you forgot. Then a few weeks ago when we went looking for that scotch for Dave, you picked up that bottle and said-”

“I drank this on my 21st.” 

He smiles as she finishes his sentence, “Yeah. And then I realised you remembered too.” 

She leans in to kiss him, her lips firm against his, and she loses herself in the feeling of him, of the way she was drowning in his affection. They eventually pull back, both breathless with swollen lips. She looks towards the diffraction of the stairs.

“How long do you think we have until Lily wakes up?”

He looks at his watch, “Maybe 20 minutes?”

She smiles devilishly at him and pulls away just enough to push herself onto the kitchen counter, “Then we’d better be quick.” 

She pulls him in by his shirt collar and kisses him again before he can complain, her legs wrapping tightly around his waist. 

He was going to clean the kitchen in the morning anyway, so she saw no harm in making it a little dirtier beforehand. 

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Yippieee-- anyways Hallo my name is (Danny/Dani!!) I am gender fluid 😍not gender reveal...

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I am Mexican 😍 I have curly hair which I hate I say womp womp/merry Christmas in the most random times

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The fact I have Tumblr is by my pookie who used to be my gf @omorayy we know each other irl 😝😝🤭🤭 she's taller than me 😞 these pictures define both us together

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All the nirvana songs ik right here

Smells like teen spirit, come as you are, lithium, heart shaped box, all apologies, blew, about a girl, territorial pissing, something in the way,Polly, endless nameles, dumb, in bloom, aneurysm, you know your right, moist vagina,beans,the other improv, Bambi Slaughter, black and blue whites, Mr moustache, Floyd the barber, hers she comes now, do re mi, return of the rat, cut me some slack, dont want it all, immigrant song, escalator to hell, breed, rape me sappy, serve the servants, pennyroyal tea, very ape, negative creep, scentless apprentice, heart shaped box, Frances Farmer will have her revenge on seattle, Gallons of rubbing alcohol flow through the strip, Marigold, I hate myself and want to die, radio friendly unit shifter, Milk it,Jam, school, paper cuts, love buzz, downer, scoff, swap meet, sifting, big cheese, drain you, stay away,lounge act, stain, sliver, been a son, turn around, Molly's lips, son of a gun, beeswax, Mexican seafood, hairspray queen, aero Zeppelin, big long now,curmudgeon,old age, oh the guilt, blandest ain't it a shame, heart breaker, Mrs Butterworth, clean up before she comes, opinion, spank thru, Anorexorcist, help me I'm hungry, if you must, pen cap chew, white lace and strange, raunchola, dont want it all, grey goose, they hung him on a cross, token eastern song, even in his youth, the money will roll right in, D-7, pay to play, verse chorus verse,

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Im afraid of dead spiders but not live spiders I have no Idea whats wrong with me

I am in orchestra I play cello (honestly double bass kinda looks cooler)

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I am not suicidal I'm just dumb and accidentally make it seem like that 🥺💧🥲

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I luv Melanie Martinez 😍😍 (not more than Kurt Cobain tho) LOOK AT HERE (she's getting cancelled:( //

Also I like Conan gray!!

I've heard every nirvana song and started listening to at 6

My hobbies are:

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Listening to music

Drawing

Outdoors

Singing

Playing guitar, piano, cello

Writing

Learning new things

Being with my friends/then locking myself bc I'm most likely tired (not locking a door)

Play games

Go for long car rides

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Fav songs! ↓↓↓

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★Fav Animal★

SHARKIEE

Dik-Dik (majestic you should really look it up)

Fennec Fox

Flying Dwarf Japanese Squirrel

Sand Cat

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Sharks

Friend

Girlfriend

Boyfriend

Best friend

Shark

SHARK HAS NO END!!!!!!!! YAYAYAYAYAYYAAYAYAYYAAYYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYAYA

And another fun fact

Sharks can hear music! They have inner ear canals and can hear sounds waves which means they listen to music better than us

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Anyways

[jassylife]

New ocs^^(they are the main now :D but not replacing my most main oc which yall know is Jassy)

again y’all not replacing Jassy but they are the new main ocs now, some of my teenage ocs are the mains oc for example: Dean, Jassy, Noah, Annie, Brain, Tina, and others so these 3 are now the other main

Ocs names: Yulia: the Russian girl wearing pink and white looking feminine. Batty: the cute lil bat plushie flying wearing black clothing(he literally my fav😔✨ also not replacing Jassy to be an fav oc) Kaa: the orange and red viper

(plz be aware that he isn’t like those ocs that are called “Kaa” for some reasons that you seen those gacha hypothesis snakes videos so ye he isn’t like them instead he is inspired by Medusa the Gorgon from mythology)

for Kaa again he is inspired by Medusa from Greek Mythology for those who might know her imma tell you in the comments because it might take you longer to read(for those who didn’t understand English that much might translated or ignore it) he been sexually abused by his abuser(just like Medusa, they both got tape by their abusers unlike Medusa Kaa is still a viper, also his abuser isn’t an water element creature or monster) he been tape and abused sexually, when going to school his friends sees his scars and bruises on his body(including bite marks) 5 weeks he been treated unfairly by his abuser while in Jassy’s adopted mansion, Jassy went to him and the maid washed him and Jassy heal him and talking about him and his abuser for him, for example like “Why would you date that dumbo? He so stupid and so sinful to be with someone who is kind like you?” Or “you deserves better than him, you need someone who loves you more than anything” when she was taking him home Jassy give Kaa’s abuser that creepy yet scary and eerie look(the look that Death(Jassy’s grandfather) used to smiled at his victims smiling to get her revenge for Kaa) one night she broke in Kaa’s abuser house while the abuser was getting drunk, She pull out an bat and hit him so hard, he was awake in two hours and was sitting in the front in his car but Jassy was driving it and crashing it into the tree, she burn him alive to watch him suffer, after done burning him she started to unaliving him till he is dead, so ye Jassy saved Kaa from abuse

Yulia is an Russian girl, her dad was an military soldier to war, Yulia and her family went to USA to find some peace while her dad was in Russia trying to fight the war, she didn’t have any trauma but she suffer from the Russo-Ukrainian(for those might know that war, also she was inspired by the kids who are Russian or Ukrainian who suffer from the Russo-Ukrainian war and their dads stayed in Russia or Ukraine to fight off the war) weeks later she was sleeping and heard an noise from the kitchen and found an knife on the floor cover in blood, when she was walking the halls trying to find her mother, Doppelganger was stalking her and she knows that the Dopperlganger was stalking her and she called the police, they didn’t find him expect they found an body of children who also suffer from the war, she kept having nightmares of the Doppelgänger was gonna kill her

Batty is an bat plush toy who was been treated unfairly by an middle aged man who created him, one rainy day he left Batty in the trash, but luckily the mother of an 3 year old child found Batty and give her son as an gift to play with, the boy was happy growing he kept playing Batty and Batty feel like he been loved, years later Batty was sitting near by his new owner and heard an growl, it was Darker and then killed the boy and his mother, one little did Darker did not know that Batty was an alive plush doll, Batty escape the house but didn’t want to leave the boy side, 2 years later he started to live in his house where he been loved by his second owner suffering through pain of losing his owner that he been loved, one day an family moved to the house and they have two daughters and one son, the kids went the basement and found Batty and started to play with him, Batty feel like he was loved again after years, every night Batty tried to get rid of Darker to save his new family and his new owners

Here are the drawings I made for them

[danyippee]

hey guys wassup

Im still in mexico till the 4th of Jan

This time, I got something different

I got some music recommendations !!

These are jst some bands/ artists that i LOVE

Maybe you'll like them too?? idk up to u if u decide to listen

Ill also include a few fav songs from them :D

enjoy !!

Usurp Synapse (band)

The Main Ingredient, We Shoot From The Hip, Wrist, Meet Razor

Ken Ashcorp (artist)

Absolute Territory, Pipkin Pippa You Absolutely Need To Take Your Medication..., Touch Fluffy Tail

Modern Baseball/MOBO (band)

Going To Bed Now, Your Graduation, The Trash Particle

Old Gray (band)

Wolves, Everything Is In Your Hands, Six Years, Her Tongue Was Tattooed To The Back Of Her Teeth

The Arrogant Sons Of Bitches/ASOB (band)

*they only have 1 album (on spotify), and each song in the album transitions to the other, but some notable ones IMO are:* Kill The President, The Last Bell I Will Ever Hear, 1-800-Alarm-Me, Have Fun Rotting By Yourself

Combat Wounded Veteran (band)

I Talk, You Listen, Assasination Attempt Pt.2, I Gotta Slingshot, Wanna Get Hurt?

Weezer (band)

Island in the Sun,Undone--The Sweater Song- Kitchen Tape Demo, Pink Triangle, Euology For A Rock Band

Descendents (band)

Good Good Things, Coffee Mug, Pervert, Everything Sux

Mindless Self Indulgence/MSI (band)

I Hate Jimmy Page, Kill The Rock, Evening Wear, 1989

Circle Jerks (band)

World Up My Ass, Deny Everything, Put A Little Love In Your Heart

RANDOM SONGS ALERTTT RAHHHHHHHHH🔥🔥🗣️🗣️🗣️👻👻👻👻

My Confession - Dan Salvato

POV: I OLLIE OVER YOUR GRAVE! - ISSBROKIE

Bluetooth Vape- Tiger Bike

Assmilk - Tyler, The Creator/ Earl

Nazi Punks Fuck Off - Dead Kennedys

Hate Grows Stronger - Grief

- 12/28/23 2:29 AM

[calsvoid]

I'm tempted to shoot Sebastian back at you, but instead I'll say Quinn. (and then you can also answer for Seb if you like)

send me a character and i’ll break their ass down

ooh yay two characters

quinn fabray

how i feel about this character

i love quinn so much she’s such a bitch but also she’s so real for so many of the things she does and says, she’s a character i would love to write about someday when i branch out from my tiny seblaine bubble

all the people i ship romantically with this character

my main ship for quinn is rachel i just really like their dynamic and history and i really wish the creators made them canon. i do enjoy some quinntana and fabrevans just for funsies as well. other than that i don’t really have any romantic ships for quinn. i think her canon relationships with finn and puck served their purposes in her life but i prefer them as friends with some awkward history

my non-romantic otp for this character

quinncedes my beloved, their friendship is so sweet to me and i find them so endearing. i also love the unholy trinity’s friendship they’re very awful to each other but very fun

my unpopular opinion about this character

i don’t know if this is unpopular per se but i think quinn was in the right for trying to get her baby away from shelby. she obviously had ulterior motives but shelby was real fucked up and her relationship with puck was terrible and shouldn’t have happen ever even remotely in the first place

one thing i wish would happened/had happened with this character in canon

obviously for faberry to happen but more specifically i wish we got to see more of her friendship with rachel after graduation; i feel like the writers always ignored a lot of the supposed closeness the nds had in favor of drama (or yknow just rachel’s life or whatever) but the bonds between all of them would’ve been nice to see

sebastian smythe

how i feel about this character

my SON my favorite specialest character ever he’s a bastard he’s a slut he’s the lover boy who never got a chance he’s everything to me i make it known to everyone and he will always be cherished by me

all the people i ship romantically with this character

blaine obvs my otp in the most genuine way literally what got me back into writing, but also i do like the idea of kurtbastian i just need to get myself more used to it before i really dive into them. jeffbastian is a little cute to me especially because of how bright we burn but never gonna be a super serious ship of mine. other than that, no one really or at least no one canon. many nameless faces have been in his past and future of course

my non-romantic otp for this character

my sweet match made in hell sebtana, i think about my stepcousins au so much i’ve forgotten they’re not actually canon and have talked like twice but they’re still my favs. they’re team rocket in another life

my unpopular opinion about this character

that he’s not heartless skank trash and actually a person who’s yeah pretty shitty at times but everyone in this show is pretty shitty at times and that doesn’t make them evil. it’s really easy to villainize sebastian and i get it, honestly i’ve villainized the shit out of some of the other characters before in my head, but at the end of the day he’s some petty competitive guy who wanted to fuck his crush and had the bigotry of most teenage boys at any point of the history of society. he’s neither a perfect angel of a character nor the devil and he’s got potential to grow like any of us. i don’t really fault anyone for being pissed it just kinda makes me sad because he’s my fav, but whatever yknow

one thing i wish would happened/had happened with this character in canon

pretty obvious that i wish seblaine got together but beyond that i wish they became friends again at any point in the show. i know because of the timing between flash and later seasons of the show + the overwhelming love of klaine, seblaine both platonically and/or romantically didn’t really stand a chance but i feel like they could’ve at least hinted at a reunion between the two.

[exymybeloved]

Silly Game Time: Why did you pick your particular Tumblr user name, your icon or avatar or PFP or whatever you call it, and your banner?

mmmm for my username it’s was because I was in two fandoms at that time (all for the game and dsmp) so I just combined two elements from it

exy; the sports game in aftg and my beloved; from ranboo

For my pfp is because Dazai is one of my fav characters so

and my banner was from when I still had the Cale Henituse (trash of the count’s family) pfp and he was well. A counts son so I wanted the vibe to be ✨royal✨

[recovering-poetic-writer]

My progress on my WIP

hit 20k words and read king of pride by Ana Huang - THE BOOK DID NOT FAIL ME. I absolutely loved it. Kai's vocabulary kept me anticipating for the British Chinese man to speak I could hear his voice when ever he said "love", "sweetheart", "darling" and my personal favorite "my love".

here are some new manhwa's to try if you want avoid death

i'm being raised by villains- if you want awkwardness, fluffiness and everyone's fav cuteness then this is it.

A transmigrator's privilege(The Perks of Being an S-Class Heroine)- she dies and is given the chance to pick what genre she wants to enter. she select ROFAN a genre about kids with sad backgrounds get pampered but is given an SSS class novel, with no second chances she is thrown into the world. Now she lives her life knowing she can die at any moment or the world might end. it funny and cute with little fluffiness as spice. PS the art style is beautiful.

Please Give Me the Pacifier- if you like the first one then you would love another cute greed goblin here.

so that's three Female main character now male

The youngest son of the namgung clan- long story short he died and went back in time after being a failure. Now, determined to gather money and move to the country side. and yes, he's already failing.

How to Use a Returner (The Regressor's Instruction Manual)- he priority is surviving.

Trash of the counts family- if this wasn't here then there was no point in this. his whole journey is him snagging important things in the story to survive when the world is in ruin.

And lastly as comic that has been living rent free in my head, i'll keep recommending it. Debut or die- our little puppy, wakes up in another body a few years back the time he remembers. he decided to live his life normally with nothing to worry about when a status window pops up stating he will die in a year if he doesn't debut as an idol

[welcometoteyvat]

"You should be sure to tell [Gaming] you think that when he gets back!" i know this is all for the plot and whatever but paimon have you not heard of repression

oh my god what if i HSJKDFKDLSJGKLDSHLK yip tak holy fuckgjklhlkgj

ZHONGLI JUST STRAIGHT UP CALLS GANYU AND SHENHE CLOUD RETAINERS DAUGHTERS?????? HELPWOEFPEJWFKEW

why r traveler and paimon so surprised when gamings dad says to call him yip tak (or 'brother yip' like yes im surprised too but this is just an old man bro thing dont be so O_O o_o)

watching this fuckignsd reunion plot thign is actually so painful its like laughing from secondhand embarassment im dying (literal)

this is like family therapy that probably like 50% of asian kids i know need irl

THE FUCK GHIEOJFKLWEGH THIS PLAN?? WHAT IS GOING ON

i spit out my water. xiao. awkwardly staring at zhongli all the time while he does silly retirement things so true

what the fuck. im literally going insane what even is this zhongli inviting xiao to wangsheng parlor?? ASKING HIM TO TEST THE KITES???? what if we were both guys and i asked u to test kites for my boss together

oh ok fluffy intermission over back into awkward father son silence

I AM GOING TO KILL MYSELF [yip tak and gaming table conversation pt 1]

the only thing good about this is that gamings frustrated face is literally :<

oh liyue laugh track ost back again. tbh shenhe you slay,

this plan is going down like trash on fire. im so

oh cloud retainers optional dialogue w shenhe is really sweet

that CUTSCENE

:')

this is going in the fav event list unless they massively fuck up part 4

[phantasmiafxndom]

I don't know who either of those emo boys are but I voted merrin just for akaza. Do you enjoy life knowing you have committed bribery? Hm,, does this count as voter fraud

I enjoy it very much :)

To give some context, Merrin is a dearly beloved character who I've adored for well over a decade at this point. He's from a fairly obscure (I think???) young-adult book series that's VERY underrated, and he's absolutely the best character in it. Trash son. Perfect boy.

Ulquiorra, meanwhile, is debatably one of the most popular/famous anime characters around. He's one of the poster boys of Bleach, and while I do love the character group he's from, I just think it would be amazing if the fan-fav edgy boy lost this matchup to a random angstlord with a fraction of his popularity.

So please, vote for my boy. OwO If Merrin wins this, I'm serious about the Akaza update. Tell your friends! Get more votes!!