#anyways enjoy these crumbs

[heromaker-if]

[hugheses]

Pat Brisson on the Dr. Hockey podcast talking about the Hugheses

[syrasenturi]

i’m unstoppable

[psychologicalwarclaire]

Apparently 11k isn't long enough

[galedekkarios]

"how could anyone ship bloodweave they make no sense at all" did you think about their stories, their motives, their ailments, their shared hobbies, the subtle progression of their relationship throughout the acts, and how very similar they can be despite being different. i know that you didn't but if you had then perhaps you would understand why some people might ship them, especially since a) you can successfully romance them in an origin run thus making it possible, b) astarion already tries flirting with gale unprompted in act 1, and c) you can romance astarion with a good-aligned pc and romance gale with an evil-aligned pc. so, like. what's not clicking

[kunikiiida-kuuun]

This isn't the kind of post I would normally make but I just want to put out there about how much I adore the concept of the og ada trio?? I really want to know more about what their dynamic was like since they were the first three members of the agency. I think Kunikida probably joined the agency sometime after Yosano so I feel like his backstory has to be linked with them including how he met Fukuzawa.

I feel like it's pretty interesting that Kunikida trained under Fukuzawa, and a fact that's overlooked by many because I doubt Fukuzawa took any other students under him. So I'm really curious about what was the situation that brought them together.

I wish we get to see Kunikida's backstory this year. I feel like it's been kept in the dark for the longest time (including Tanizaki's and the recent brief background for Kenji) and I would literally die for some og ada crumbs. I really wish the next light novel could be about them 🥲🥲 Something like another flashback, or retelling as the format has been in most of the light novels. There are also these two wonderful official arts that exist (the first one literally looks like an old photograph with the year (?) written below, the kind of photograph Fukuzawa would have framed in his office :')) so you can't tell me the idea isn't there.

So pretty please Asagiri-sensei? 🥺🙏

[crescentfool]

some screenshots from the september 20th p3 reload trailer!

[fluffyy-flare]

*spits out doodles and leaves*

[coffeeshib]

Hi! I’ve recently visited your page again, after a longer tumblr break and saw your posts about people’s comments on your fics. It made me both sad and angry. Sad because they’ve managed to take away your joy for writing Supercorp and angry that people feel like they can type out any hurtful thought that goes through their head, for a thing that is absolutely free and made with so much passion and care. 😒🤬

For what it’s worth, I always loved the way you write both of them. AND the fact that you don’t ignore Kara’s trauma and struggles. “i’m spilling all my words (but you keep 'em to yourself)” will forever be one of my favorites. Thank you for the hours of joy and fun you have given us! I hope you know that for every entitled commenter there are ten times more people who love your works! 🫵🏻🤘🏻

ahh thank you so much, i appreciate this. i have to say, sc still has me by the neck, i do plan to finish that fic & maybe write some more but it won't be anytime soon. i had hoped that the fandom would calm down with the kara hate after the show ended but i was wrong, it still hasn't changed.

when you've been writing for sc for so long, the frustration builds up, & there have been many times where i felt like i needed to (& did) restrict myself when writing them. it stops being enjoyable when people are constantly calling kara 'stupid' & insult her in many different ways for not being the happy sunshine kara danvers who takes care of lena all the time.

personally i love reading & writing the reverse situation (lena who's being the patient loving one & also the shoulder for kara to lean on) because the show didn't give us enough of that. unfortunately, people don't respond well whenever kara is struggling with her issues & lena isn't the one who's being comforted.

i write what i like & that's what i'm always going to do, but this build up of frustration over the past years & always anticipating kara hate every fic/chapter killed the joy a lot.

i've seen some authors speak about this too & it's genuinely sad to see! people can like & dislike whatever but it's important to note that there are readers out there who don't realize that their personal feelings against kara also affect authors & their love for writing supercorp

[cashmere-caveman]

My Country: The New Age, first and last episodes & Hanif Abdurraqib, For The Dogs Who Barked At Me On The Sidewalks in Connecticut (text/audio) image descriptions in alt

[drop-the-curtain-123]

This ship has always been niche and rather inactive but... Has anyone ever noticed how Mimura LOOKS at Sugaya?! Especially in the second picture, it's so cute!

I accidentally discovered it and it lives rent free in my head. Mimura jaw is dropped.

[pitiable-arisen]

[hplonesomeart]

HEY. HEY SO UH. SO UPDATE ON THAT SNATCHER ANIMATION I WAS MENTIONING UH JKSJKSJSP

[psychologicalwarclaire]

Chapter 24 is quite angsty... I feel so badly inflicting it upon you in this state, dear @purplepixel

Oh well. Good thing it probably won't be up for a while, meaning you will have at least a little time to recover. Maybe.

[froggyworlds]

SUSPECT: Bless me Father, for I have sinned. My last confession was…

[Silence for a few moments. It weighs heavy, a concoction of immeasurable guilt and mixed-up memories and prayers to a deaf heaven and laughter and at last a gunshot, ringing out in its finality.]

SU-PE--T: …this is my first confession. I'm… I'm not quite sure how to phrase this in any way that won't make me sound like a monster. I know God isn't listening - I was there when He left - but I just feel the need to… to do something.

S-PE-PET----R: I'm not- not religious, not really. It's hard to be when you're-

[An awkward cough. There's no good way to finish that thought- no good way to go about any of this, actually.]

PERPET-A--R: I let him die. I- I made him die. Mark fucking shot himself, and it's my fault, and why can't I fucking- just- not think about it? Why did you do this to me? Did you think it was funny? To let me simmer in this for however fucking long?

PERPETRATOR: I've got both their memories now! You were just going to leave me with them, weren't you? And in a minute I'm going to forget this, but I'll still have both of them in my head, and I'll just have to live with that and keep on killing people, is that it?

PERPETRATOR: Well, I reject that. This whole thing. Count me out. I'm done.

[Heavy breathing for a moment- that took a lot out of him. Alternates weren't really made for praying for forgiveness, you know.]

SUSPECT: …I am sorry for these and all my sins.

[hotchs-bitch]

Happy November! Now that Kinktober is over, some 23k+ words later, it’s time for some angst. Because of course it is.

Without further ado, please enjoy the intro/teaser for the Breaking Up Slowly trilogy’s part 3- Hold On. And please remember that encouragement/active interaction makes me write faster, and about 5.5k of this is already written😋

Warning: mentions of childhood abuse, mentions of Haley's death

Once upon a time, Aaron had considered himself lucky. He had a steady job, as dangerous as it was fulfilling, with the BAU. He had a son, energetic and joyous despite all he’d been through. He had you, beautiful and strong and endlessly supportive of him. He had a version of the life he had always wanted, the normalcy of family game night and someone else making Jack eat his veggies. It had been perfect.

But then, he’d screwed up. Hadn’t he? He had opened up, just a bit too much, and told you something you didn’t want to hear. Scared you off.

Instead of spending the rest of his life with you, as he’d planned, Aaron found himself alone. He tried not to blame you, tried not to feel bitter about the inevitable result of finally opening up to someone wholly.

He bit back every thought of how conditional your love turned out to be, every scathing remark about how Biometrics was one of the most useless departments in the Bureau. He pretended not to care when he overheard that you were dating again, courtesy of JJ and Prentiss’ water cooler gossip.

He’d done what Aaron Hotchner always did; he’d buckled up, lifted his chin, and done what was expected of him. He’d found a nice girl, one that fell for him quickly, and he wished he could return the depths of her affection. He’d continued to work, putting away bad guys with Morgan and Reid while missing the easy way you’d always been able to read his mind in the field.

He moved apartments as soon as it became apparent that the ghost of you would never leave; he just wished that it hadn’t followed him, haunting him with thoughts of you dancing around the new stainless steel kitchen, or flopping onto the brand new suede couch.

He’d done what you asked him to, two years ago when you’d walked away from him and left him to pick up the pieces of his son’s broken heart and ignore his own.

Everyone has a breaking point, though. Aaron, to his credit, hadn’t reached it many times in his life.

There was the first time his father hit his little brother; the first time Aaron fought back. Open-handed slaps, broken noses, Sean screaming. He had never regretted it, not even when he wound up in the hospital that night.

There was George Foyet, dead on the blood-soaked carpet after a blur of a fight. Bloody knuckles, blurry vision, Haley’s blood flecked on her killer’s face. He’d do it a hundred times over if he had the chance.

There was the breakup, the one that simultaneously snuck up on him and had let him see it coming. Crumpled flowers, Aaron yelling, you packing your desk. If he hadn’t snapped, would you have stayed?

And then there were the breaking points Aaron never expected to reach.

Leaving for a case the day you broke up with him, only to return to a half-empty apartment. Empty closet, the ‘hers’ sink from the his-and-hers themed bathroom scrubbed clean, your favourite mug left in the dishwasher. He had shattered the mug, thrown it off the balcony where you liked to drink your coffee in the mornings.

The first time you’d come along on a team outing after the breakup. Laughter, avoiding glances, ignoring how good you looked. He had taken home the first woman who caught his eye that night, learned her name- Beth- and given her a place in his life, like that would solve anything.

No matter how many breaking points he experienced, Aaron could never be sure about when the next one would occur. His saving grace through it all was that at least he could keep his composure at work. Where Aaron failed, Hotch wasn’t allowed to.

Maybe that’s why it’s such a shock when the team gets news of a bombing in New York, just days after Emily’s wedding, and Hotch nearly keels over at his desk. You’re in New York.