#asap yaps

[starscelly]

does anyone else get deranged about pride night. every year i’m like “at least one player has to come out on a pride night. for me.” like girl are you fucking crazy. in what world. you think tyler seguin is gonna skate on out here with a bi flag tied around his neck like a cape and make out with his liney on the ice??? is that REALLY what you think???? get a grip!!

[sexysilverstrider]

im at that age where marriage and family happen and i wont lie i do one day would like RomanceTM to once again be a part of my life but. after a dream that i was engaged to some guy it kinda bothers me. i realize that marriage will change my life. hell having a baby will change my life too. im comfortable with my life now and to think that someday i might get married? it honestly scares me rather than making me happy lmao

maybe i havent found The One yet. maybe i havent fallen with that one person yet for me to see this perspective in a different light. but for now im happy with my single free life. i can give my attention to myself. i can give my attention to my parents and siblings. i can do whatever i want without the consent of a married partner. and i love that.

[zorrocafe]

I don’t know what about me saying “puedo hablar un poquito de español” makes people think I’m fluent in not just Spanish, but also Portuguese, but it keeps happening

[in-maidjan]

yo everything i’ve seen for assassin’s creed odyssey this morning looks so good and i feel like the new rpg-mechanics they’re putting it with the dialogue options is a real good stepping stone for them to get back into the modern ac story 

[masterwords]

First time Hotch and Morgan say 'I love you'

Your wish is my command. Here is 5600 words leading up to that moment...why so many, you ask? I don't know. But I asked for soft Hotchgan requests and I got so many good ones...we're going to end 2022 on a soft note with all of these. Starting here with a power outage and a whole bunch of slightly awkward love.

**** Perspective ****

Pitch black.

They were sitting on the couch beside the fire, Hotch with his feet kicked up on Derek's legs reading. He wasn't deeply engaged in the book, not enough that he didn't glance up every so often to admire Derek's profile, the way he sat with his headphones on bobbing his head only slightly along with the beat. He could sit and listen to music for hours, and not just listen but feel it. In much the same way, Hotch devoured silence.

And almost like all the oxygen was sucked from the room through a vacuum, the lights went out. What he thought had been silence became actual eerie silence, no more humming from the refrigerator and the furnace, no more water heater, just dead quiet until his hearing adjusted and he was drawn back to the crackle and pop of their small fire.

“Did the power just go out?” Derek asked, stunned. Hotch smiled at the absurdity of the question.

“Looks like it.”

Immediately, as if on cue, Hotch's phone began ringing. He stared at it in disbelief, wishing that for one blissful minute he could simply deal with his own life before having to handle whatever catastrophe was happening at Quantico.

“Garcia?”

“Sir, I'm sorry to bother you, but Strauss wants us to get down to Quantico ASAP to monitor the systems for any potential security breaches before the generators kicked on. She says it's routine but she sounded concerned.”

“I'm a little further away than usual, it may take me some time to get there.”

She was silent, and he could hear her sharp intake of breath. It was pointed, the way she realized what he said without saying it aloud. “Yes...yes sir. I'll get started without you.”

Derek's headphones were around his neck now and in the dim orange light of the fire Hotch could see his wicked smile. “She knows.”

“I gathered that...when did you tell her?”

“Right away. I can't keep secrets from her. If I tell her up front she'll feel special and she'll keep her yap shut. If I try to keep it from her and she finds out, who knows what she's liable to do...it was a safety precaution.”

Hotch let out a nervous chuckle. “Well, she and I have to spend the evening at Quantico making sure nothing happened to the systems. Don't wait up.”

Derek had no intention of waiting up. The sky was already darkening at an alarming rate, and he expected to merely get the house ready to be shuttered against whatever storm was still brewing and then lie in bed with his music until he fell asleep. All he needed to do was make sure there was enough fire wood inside, get out the blankets and the other emergency supplies, and get himself cozy. He'd set out some pajamas for Hotch, if he even made it back in time to sleep, but that would be the extent of it.

Hotch, still in his khakis and sweater, pulled on his hiking boots and laced them up tight. “Take my car,” Derek said, tossing him the keys from the kitchen counter. “It gets around better in this shit than yours.”

Eyeing the keys suspiciously, Hotch wondered how many people would be in the building. Whether the security officers would see his plates and be surprised to find the wrong person driving. And he also realized he simply didn't care. What difference did it really make in the end?

“Thank you.”

He slipped on the ice twice in spite of wearing his best boots for the job. There wasn't much one could do versus a skating rink parading as the unassuming ground. The first time he slipped in the driveway as he scraped the windshield, unable to wait for it to defrost on its own. He managed to catch himself that time against the hood of the vehicle and thank his lucky stars. The second time was on the sidewalk approaching Quantico, and there was nothing but his own backside to catch his fall. That it did, hard, and he stifled a string of curse words that would make a sailor blush. Words that didn't often make their way over his lips. He wasn't much for swearing, but getting up he knew he'd tweaked his back and it was going to be sore the rest of the night. That was enough to excuse more than a few of the offensive words.

“Sir!” Garcia exclaimed as he entered, pushing through the glass doors and walking slowly, gingerly toward the stairs. They could do what they needed from his office where they could close the door and stay warm with his dusty old space heater. The generator would be kicking out just enough juice to keep the place running and that didn't include more heat than just enough to keep the pipes from freezing. The pipes and Hotch had very different freezing temperatures. Plus he had the snacks. Garcia didn't keep anything in her office, the equipment was too sensitive and she worried...she kept things in the break room and in Hotch's bottom left cabinet where there should have been binders full of mind-numbing information. He'd managed to sort his office well enough that one whole cabinet was empty, left available to the team's most treasured snacks. Ones that they feared would be stolen in the wild west that was the break room.

“How was your drive in Garcia?” he asked, leaning a little heavily against the railing as he heaved himself up the stairs on hips that felt rusty and stiff after his untimely meeting with the icy pavement. She noticed the hitch in his gait but said nothing.

“Slippery and scary, sir. Yours? I know the um, the roads in that neighborhood don't get plowed very quickly...”

He stopped and eyed her for just a moment before unlocking his office door and holding it open to her. “It was fine.”

She set her laptop on his desk and opened it up before pulling a chair over. Every move was formal and calculated, slow so she wouldn't scare him off. She wanted to share this with him so desperately. “You made good time.”

“Garcia,” he said quietly, easing himself down into his chair while trying to maintain as neutral a look as he could. It barely worked. She could see the discomfort but she wasn't concerned with that, thankfully, she was poking and prodding for the other thing. For confirmation from the second party that what Derek said had a grain of truth to it. She wanted to hear him admit he'd come from Derek's house. If only she'd seen him pull in driving Derek's car. “I'm aware that you're privy to some information regarding my private life, and while I have no issue with you knowing, I also don't think now is the time to discuss it. Have you had a chance to get into the system to see if anything was damaged or breached?”

“It all looks ship-shape, sir. We just need to comb through a few things and do some hard saves just in case we're without power for a while. If anything happens to the generator we're sunk. I have a list of things we'll need to print, consults that we'll need to manually deliver...”

“Good. Would you excuse me?” His phone was ringing once again, and this time it was Haley. While he would have liked to send it to voicemail, he was busy enough to do it, something told him to pick up. “Yes, Haley?”

“Are you okay?” She sounded worried, her voice had that high pitch tone to it that set him on edge.

“Yes...why wouldn't I be?”

“Aaron. The power is out, the roads are a sheet of ice, there's a big storm coming.”

“I'm aware of all of that. Haley I'm working right now, did you need something?” She rolled her eyes and he thought he could feel it through the phone. Working, always working. Of course he was there.

“Jack and I have no heat, and the power company says it could be a day or two before they even figure out where the problem is. Our neighborhood isn't a priority.”

“Have you called Jess?”

“She's out too. And before you ask, yes I've called my parents and yes they still have their wood stove but there are down trees and live power lines on all the roads heading out that way.”

“Okay. Let me call you back in a minute.”

He hung up the phone and poked his head back in the door, tapping at the wall to get Garcia's attention. “I'll need another moment, Garcia. I apologize.”

“Not a problem sir. Take all the time you need.” In truth, Garcia was happy to be there. Her apartment was without heat or any way to get it, so this was a drastic improvement on home. Even if she was pulling icky information from databases designed to hold things she didn't want to think about.

He slipped back out to the catwalk and walked, a move that briefly made stiff back feel better. Slightly. Up and down the catwalk he paced until he managed to get hold of Derek.

“I have a big ask,” Hotch began, noting the way Derek's breathing was heavy. Hotch knew he was hauling wood inside and immediately felt guilty for even asking him for something, let alone something like this. He should just leave. Tell Garcia to go home, leave himself, and let tomorrow's problems belong to tomorrow. Just once he wished he was that kind of person.

“Shoot,” Derek grunted, huffing as he threw more logs onto the pile. He would stack them neatly and clean up the debris later, for now he just needed to get the stuff inside before he got frostbite.

“Haley and Jack are also without power, the outage looks pretty widespread. They don't have a fireplace or any secondary heating sources. I know it's a lot to ask, but would it be alright if they came to your house?”

Silence fell over the line, a long drawn out thing that made Hotch's stomach twist. Finally he heard the sound of logs crashing against other logs and rolling to the wood floor without so much as a word being spoken in the meantime. Going back over what he'd asked, he couldn't fault Derek for his silence. Would you mind hosting my ex-wife and my child during a winter storm? I know we haven't been together long but I'm sure it'll be fine.

“Derek?”

“Yeah, sorry, I thought there was more. You said you had a big ask.”

“Derek, that is a big ask.”

“It's your family. It's fine.” He was lying, at least a little, which hurt them both in different ways. Derek hated to lie, it made him feel filthy, but this lie felt like the right kind. And Hotch, he could hear it, the way Derek longed to say are you kidding me with this? Asking me to babysit your family while you're working when you really should be home like the rest of the people in this area? A nail in the coffin. In the end, though, both of them felt somewhat justified in their responses.

“I'll make this as fast as I can.”

“We both know you have no control over how that goes.”

Hotch rolled his eyes. “Okay. I owe you.”

“Big time.”

Hotch hung up with a smile and called Haley back. He'd paced up and down the catwalk, around the round table, up and down again over and over. “You remember where Derek lives?”

“....yes...” He was really in it now. He hadn't told her yet. Now was as good a time as any, really, but it felt all wrong. He'd had this plan, silly as it sounded, to unveil things slowly to her. Jack knew but he was little and he had no real gauge of what he was seeing. They held hands in front of him and were affectionate, never over the top but just enough to make sure that he could get comfortable with it. Truthfully, he didn't seem to care. He would follow Derek around like a puppy and watch him with complete fascination – if Derek brushed his teeth, so did Jack, and he copied it as closely as he could. If Derek was making toast, Jack wanted a slice too and he wanted it exactly the same. Derek thought it was a little odd and felt more than a little self-conscious about the things he did, worrying that he might do something wrong or bad right in front of the kid, but Hotch thought it was sweet.

“Bring Jack and any of his belongings that you think he'll need for a few days. Derek has plenty of food and a fireplace.”

“Aaron...”

“You can ask me anything you like later, but I don't have time to discuss my private life right now, Haley, I'm sorry. Penelope and I are in the weeds and will be for a few hours. Derek knows you're coming.”

“Your private life...” she whispered to herself, and it almost sounded like she was smiling but he couldn't be sure and wasn't about to ask. The pacing had gone from making his back feel better to making it feel worse. He just wanted to sit down and get to work. “Okay. Thank you Aaron. We'll see you tonight though? You'll be there?”

“Yes. I'll be home as soon as I can.”

“Home...” she copied, quietly again. He probably hadn't even realized that slip, but she snatched it and held it close for examination. “Jack will be so excited to see you.”

Going back into the office, he was sure that he was in deep now. An act of God, a giant winter storm blowing in and knocking out power was all it took to completely undo his quiet little bit of privacy. He supposed he was never owed even the amount of time he had, and had no right to expect it. The thing was...it was just nice. He hadn't been this happy in years and he just wanted to keep the world away from it for a little longer.

“Where were we?”

“Well, sir, I was searching through data files...you...”

“Haven't even begun. Right.”

(x)

Haley wasted no time at all loading Jack into the car and heading toward Derek's house. The roads were slippery but not too bad, not yet, and she was a good driver. A great driver, really, no matter what Hotch and Jessica told her. So she'd been in a few fender benders, none of them had been her fault. Not a single one. And never any on ice.

“Are you excited to see daddy?” she called back to Jack who was kicking around in his car seat happily playing with two of his trucks. A monster truck with a dragon on the side and a fire truck. Crashing them into one another, head on after head on. The noise was driving her a little crazy but turning on music would distract her too much from the task of getting them safely to Derek's so she settled on the sounds Jack made.

Smash.

“Jack?”

“We see uncle Derek?!” he asked excitedly. Crash.

“Yeah. Uncle Derek. Does daddy kiss uncle Derek?” She felt a little like a monster, asking her toddler such a personal question, but there was something in Hotch's voice when she'd spoken to him that made her feel a little giddy. This wasn't the best avenue to take, however, it was one possible route.

Jack just giggled. “Yeah! Daddy kisses!” The kid was little, he loved to parrot, and she couldn't tell if he was being serious or not. He might just keep copying her and bashing his trucks together, so she asked again to make sure.

“Daddy and uncle Derek kiss each other?”

“Yep!”

“Like mommy and daddy used to kiss?”

“Yep!”

She smiled to herself. CRASH. It made her happy that Hotch had moved on, and even happier somehow that it was someone like Derek. She'd always liked him. The other girls, when the BAU and their partners would go out, always called him a dog but she didn't see it that way. Neither did Penelope. He was always so sweet to the women he danced with. He would hold out his hand, he would buy them drinks, he would lead gently. Haley had danced with him on more than one occasion and felt butterflies herself.

But those were women, and Haley had always wondered at how close he'd gotten with her husband in a way that men who exclusively liked women didn't do. She'd known Hotch liked boys as much as girls all the way back in school, though he was never so bold as to follow those urges. Not with the father he had. But there were glances, and there were hidden secret kisses a small number of times with the right boys, she knew. He'd never kept that from her.

“Does daddy stay at uncle Derek's a lot?”

“Yep!” SMASH. He dropped one of the trucks and burst into tears, unable to lean forward in his seat to grab it. Haley smiled and turned up the music, refocusing on the road.

(x)

Derek opened the door to his darkened house and beckoned them in. Haley was shocked at how warm it was, the way it almost took her breath away. Without saying a word, she knew it was because of Hotch...he liked things a little too warm. Derek would keep it the way he liked it without complaint.

“Thank you for letting us barge in on you,” she said, opening her arms wide for a hug. Derek wrapped her tight and smiled. It came a lot easier than he'd imagined.

“Of course. Can't have you guys freezing to death huh? Jessica's coming too.”

“Yeah I just got her text. Did she call Aaron?”

“I assume so. He's probably going to turn off his phone if we keep buggin' him.”

“I don't doubt that.”

They entered the house cautiously, it was light enough to see with lanterns and candles flickering, but still dark. Moody and somber and so warm. Derek had moved furniture around, surrounding the fireplace with chairs and the love seat and couch from the other room. Everyone could stay beside the fire.

“Where's daddy?!” Jack exclaimed, rushing toward Clooney and the couch excitedly. Derek glanced up at the clock and shrugged.

“At work. He should be home soon.”

Soon wasn't nearly soon enough. Every single car he heard driving down the road made him peek out the window, hoping to see one pull into his driveway. It wasn't that things were bad, they were fine. When Jessica arrived she brought with her three bottles of wine and bags of food Derek didn't need. “It'll go bad if I don't bring it...” she said, but most of it wasn't in need of refrigeration she just wanted to make their night a party. If they had to be without power, at least they could have some fun.

“Sis!” Haley exclaimed, rushing through the darkened room to wrap her sister in a hug. Derek took the food and wine to the kitchen and left it on the counter, figuring he could deal with it later. His first priority was popping the cork out of one bottle of wine and pouring two glasses, just enough for Haley and her sister, handing them off happily. That would keep them content and stop the inquisition he could feel bubbling right beneath the surface.

Haley had asked a few sly questions, but it wasn't her that Derek worried about...it was Jessica. She wouldn't even try to hide behind formality. The look in her eye said she was just looking for an opportunity to get Derek alone, to corner him, and to poke him full of holes until he soaked her in information. Details. He was avoiding her like the plague.

“Hey Jack, come help me with the fire,” he said, waving the kid over to him. “You gotta learn the art of moving the logs around, it's very important.” The art of moving the logs around, the man special as his mother used to call it with a roll of her eyes. Passed down generation to generation. He loved to shift them, using the poker to stack and separate and stack again, always creating optimum air flow. You couldn't simply leave a fire to tend to itself, it needed constant supervision. Like a child.

He grabbed the poker and indicated one log that needed shifting, it was nearly fallen and stifling the flow around it so off it went from the pile, and then he scooted it up beside a much less invasive piece. Soon he had a newly formed pyramid with gorgeous ventilation and he was pleased...Jack looked pleased too. Behind them, Haley and Jessica whispered and giggled. “What do you think they're talking about over there, huh?” Derek asked and Jack shrugged, his dark eyes lit up by the flames.

“Daddy.”

“Ah yeah. Probably right.”

(x)

“Garcia, can I give you a ride home?” Hotch asked, closing his laptop with some finality. She glanced up at him over the rim of her glasses and smiled. They'd been at it for hours in chilly quiet, only the sound of the little space heater and the eerie hum of the generator for company. They'd hardly said a word to one another.

“Yes, please, thank you. I don't think my car is meant for this weather. She's no Sonja Henie.”

Hotch stared at her a moment, a look of total bewilderment on his features. It was a look Garcia hadn't seen many times and it was a little unnerving. He was usually so sharp and his intense knowledge of random things often eclipsed everyone else. “You know, three time Olympic gold medalist turned actress...” she stopped herself and sighed as his features pinched further in thought. “Nevermind.”

“I know who she is, I'm sorry. It's been a long day.” The real problem was simply that he was distracted. Haley and Jessica and Jack had been at Derek's house for hours now, and while they hadn't sent one SOS text and not a single phone call...he was worried. Afraid of what he'd find, what stories they might tell Derek to scare him off. Afraid they'd asked too many questions and he wouldn't know where to begin walking into that mess.

He and Garcia walked out of the building together, and headed right for Derek's car. She let out a small gasp, unable to contain herself, before she covered her mouth and regained her composure. Hotch glanced at her as he wrestled the fob out of his pocket and unlocked the car, just hoping that she wouldn't point out the obvious. They both knew whose car he was driving. Before she could reach the door, Hotch leaned forward and pulled it open for her. It tweaked his sore back and he held his breath until the sharp spike of pain passed.

“Bestill my little heart,” she whispered, slipping into the car. He shook his head, unable to process just about anything she was saying at this point.

As he waited for the car to warm up, he sat with his hands on the steering wheel contemplating just about every life decision he'd ever made that led him to this point.

“Penelope,” he began quietly. “I asked Derek to open his door to Haley, Jessica and Jack tonight. They've been there for hours. What do you think I'm walking into?”

He was, momentarily, wide open. Uncharacteristically so. He simply couldn't keep it inside a moment longer or he'd combust, and Garcia was easy enough to talk to. She only let out a small laugh. “I'm sure everything is fine. They're probably just sitting around talking.”

He sighed. “That's what I'm afraid of.” He paused, shaking it off. He had no control over the hours that had passed without him and he couldn't dwell on them. Whatever happened, happened, and he'd just have to suck it up and roll with it. “I'm sorry I've been so distracted tonight. I wasn't much help.”

“You did more than I did, sir.”

“That's hardly true, but thank you for being so understanding.”

“I'm gonna say something right now that you're probably not going to like, but I think it's pretty clear that you need to hear it. Derek is crazy about you. You know that right? His face lights up when he talks about you, I've never seen that before. Well, I presume he lights up when he talks about me too but...that's beside the point.”

He had nothing to say to that. It sounded absurd. Too absurd to be believed. “That's bound to change after tonight.”

They drove in silence for a few minutes, no radio, just the sound of the ice beneath the wheels. Hotch was driving as well as he could but the car slipped more than once as he took corners and it made him nervous. Much too nervous to talk for a long time. “Penelope, do you have heat?” He couldn't believe he'd forgotten to ask her about her own place until he began approaching her apartment building, the street pitch black and ominous.

“No, but I've got plenty of blankets.”

“Nonsense. Come stay with us.”

It was easy to rack them up, he was on a roll. He'd have Derek's house packed to the gills before the night was through. It was shocking to him how few people they knew who had a fireplace, though it shouldn't have been...he didn't have one either. His apartment would be sitting dark and cold, floors still littered with boxes full of things he hadn't bothered to unpack. He was almost never there, that place definitely wasn't home. “Sir,” she said as they slid past the turn he wanted and had to go around one extra block. The roads had gotten worse since they'd been out and the temperature was dropping fast. “Have you told him how you feel?”

“He knows.”

“Oh, yeah, of course. I'm sure he does know. But if you said it...I think he'd just about flip his lid.”

He chewed on that the rest of the ride, all the way until he pulled into Derek's driveway and saw the flicker of candlelight behind the curtains. It made his heart hurt. His entire family was in there, all under one roof, and he'd been at work the whole time assuming the worst. That there would be tension and interrogations and he'd walk in on a scene of unrest and discomfort. But that candlelight in the window and the pillowy blanket of snow over the yard told him that he was mistaken. They'd been busy being a family in those walls and he'd been toiling over nothing on the outside.

The door opened and out stepped Derek in his puffy coat and sweats with a wool blanket draped over his arm, waving, not looking even the least bit angry. “See?” Penelope asked, poking her gloved finger at the window. “He lights up.”

“Baby girl!” Derek called, watching her get out of the car with her go bag draped over her arm. “What're you doing here?”

“Joining the refugee camp here at the Morgan house. I've come to enjoy your heat.”

“The more the merrier. Jessica brought wine!”

Hotch stayed beside the car a little apprehensively, not eager to break the spell cast over the house. It felt peaceful and happy, so he just stood there with his hands on the car so he didn't add to the list of times he'd slipped on ice that day. Derek's approach was quiet and sure, his feet planting one after the other in the snow so he could avoid the ice entirely.

With expectation written plainly over his face, Derek leaned in and waited for Hotch to make the first move. After the night he'd had, finally being cornered by Jessica who asked him question after question, each one laced with something akin to a threat, he wasn't about to be the first one to cross the line in front of everyone. Not one to disappoint, Hotch slipped his arms around Derek's waist, pushed himself happily inside the warmth of that puffy coat and kissed him. He kissed slow and hard, there was no hesitation. And that was when he was struck by how very very fortunate he was. His whole family was here, and Derek had probably not had the greatest night...would have been more than a little nervous...but he did it, he pulled it off. He took care of everyone Hotch cared about. Because Hotch's people were his people.

“I love you,” Hotch said, breathless and airy. It came out so easily. He didn't know what made him wait so long, that first time was always so hard but not this time. He was overcome by it, powerless to stop himself saying it, and not even a little worried it wouldn't be reciprocated. Derek had already proven that much, and the grin that spread wide and sparkling over his features sealed the deal.

“You do?”

“I do.”

“Good.”

There was silence between them, nothing but the sound of ice popping in the trees above them and darkness surrounding them. No ambient light, nothing but stars in the sky and the glowing silvery moon for company. He slipped his hand to the sore place on his lower back and pressed into it with his fingertips, massaging the distressed muscles. All he could think about was getting into a pair of sweatpants and big wool socks and snuggling up under the blanket with Derek. And maybe Jack, though he hoped that the kid was already asleep. It was awfully late.

“I love you too, you know.”

“I know.” He did. He had no question, but something in the tone of Garcia's voice told him that maybe Derek had needed to hear it. Like maybe he wasn't quite sure, and tonight, being with Haley it might have made him more than a little concerned. He had no idea what Haley might have said or done, whether she would approve of Hotch and Derek's relationship. Jack was well aware but he'd kept it from others...not because he was ashamed, never that. Only that he didn't know how to say it.

He never knew how to say it. How to offer that sort of thing up. Everything seemed to come so much easier to Derek, he wore his heart on his sleeve. Sure he kept his secrets, but he knew what was a secret and what was not. To Hotch, almost anything could be a secret...he had a hard time deciphering what people should know, what they needed to know, what they would want to know. So he kept it all guarded.

“Get inside you two! You're going to freeze to death!” It was Jessica hollering on the front porch, her voice ringing out through the quiet neighborhood. She was so bossy. “Derek, the fire needs tending. The ventilation looks a little sketchy.”

“Damn. That's my cue.”

Hotch slipped his hand inside of Derek's and walked slowly beside him, eager to get inside, to get to the fire and resume what he'd been doing hours before. Just lounging on the couch with Derek, in his favorite quiet place. Whatever anyone else wanted to do, he would be more than fine with, he only wanted to lie there and fall asleep to the sound of the fire.

And he did. He lay back against Derek, curled up on the floor beneath a pile of blankets while Haley and Jack took the couch and Jessica and Penelope each took a chair. Derek and Hotch managed to stoke the fire to the point that it might never fully die, and with Clooney curled up at their feet, the whole house slept.

Until the power came on in the middle of the night, bathing the house in white noise and bright lights. Hotch crawled to his feet and shushed everyone else back to sleep. “I'll get it,” he whispered, his hand on his back while he hunched and shuffled through the house to turn off the lights that didn't need to be on. Peeking outside, he smiled at the sight of the neighborhood lit up, knowing that there were other miserable saps just like himself shuffling sleepy through their homes to turn off lights they'd forgotten were left on. The furnace clicked on and he contemplated offering beds to everyone but it might be more trouble than it was worth for the next few hours. Instead, he crept back to his spot on the floor even though it was killing his already sore back and curled up his place there beside Derek.

“Power's back on?” Derek asked in his honey voice through sleepy slow lips and Hotch smiled as he closed his eyes.

“Looks like it.”

[br4tphobia]

"you're just looking for a reason to yap" the way i wouldve cussed out their entire bloodline if they were in my inbox with that nonesense. val block them asap if they can't say it with their chest, they shouldn't say it at all.

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[camilaxmartin]

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rachel green

pheobe buffay

LUCIFER ✭

mazikeen smith

chloe decker

ella lopez

eve

PITCH PERFECT

beca mitchell

chloe beale

aubrey posen

CHARLIZE THERON

lady lesso from “school for good and evil”

lorraine broughton from “atomic blonde”

queen ravenna from “snow white and the huntsman”

elaine markinson from “gringo”

BROOKLYN 99

amy santiago

rosa diaz

gina linetti

jake peralta

SHADOW AND BONE

inej ghafa

zoya nazalensky ✭

genya safin

nina zenik

alina starkov

SCREAM

gale weathers

sidney prescott ✭

jill roberts

sam carpenter

kirby reed

AHS

violet harmon

madison montgomery

zoe benson

maggie esmerlda

misty day

FNAF

vanessa shelly

MEAN GIRLS (2004)

regina george

gretchen wieners

karen smith

HAZBIN HOTEL

velvette

carmilla carmine

lute

rosie (not at the moment!)

sera

emily

odette

TOTALLY SPIES ✭

sam

clover

alex

SAW

amanda young

TWILIGHT ✭

alice cullen

rosalie hale

DC

selina kyle - catwoman ✭

pamela isley - poison ivy

harleen quinzel - harley quinn

ARCANE ✭

jinx

caitlyn kiramman

OTHERS

loraine warren from conjuring universe

sister irene from conjuring universe

[mourntheantagonist]

Okay, I’m sorry for choosing violence too, because that ask you got is, ahem, fucking nuts? It genuinely reads like a thing written by a person that struggles to tell the difference between REAL LIFE and FICTION, and it’s… a little disturbing and disheartening? It’s like people don’t understand what creative writing is, lmao. The idea that fanfiction can somehow become “more than fanfiction” because, I don’t even know, it touches upon serious subjects (what’s the criteria here, are Agatha Christie’s books more than books too because they talk about a serious subject that is crime and murder?) is completely bananas too.

Another weird thing; I’m not sure what the anon means by your writing being… toxic? Okay, I’ll be the first to admit that my English is not great, but you’d think that as a fan of your writing I would’ve noticed something by now. Yet all I see here is great content with lovely characters that sometimes make me laugh, sometimes make me cry, and always leave me feeling warm inside. Like. There IS a big fandom which notoriously portrays Billy and Steve’s relationship as horrible, toxic, and abusive, sometimes to the point it all feels borderline gleeful on their part… and it’s definitely NOT the Harringrove fandom. If anon wants to yap about that, I’m afraid they got the wrong tag, lmao.

Rant over.

…that said I’m gonna use this opportunity to thank you for your lovely contributions to the fandom. You’re one of the very first people I’ve followed when I finally managed to break through the wall of crippling anxiety and hit that spooky follow button, and I’m so glad to see your posts on my dash. You mentioned being in a shitty and stressful situation right now, so I want you to know that you have a fan out there who is rooting for you! I hope your living situation improves asap. I also hope you get plenty of wonderful, deep, refreshing sleep. ☺️

please continue choosing violence cause this was lovely to read cause you are literally so right! here’s the link to their first ask to me that day if you wanna see even more of their crazy and bad opinions.

I’ll literally talk about this all day long because for real, as much as I hate to admit it, this fucking anon lives in my head rent free. like they for some reason cannot differentiate between fiction and reality! and if that isn’t bad enough, they also seem to find something like forgiveness to be toxic. basically their main issue with my fic was that steve “waited” for billy after billy left him and ran to california, and ten years later when billy comes back to hawkins for a funeral, they reconnect, and it’s easy. what they found to be “toxic” was that billy didn’t have to bend over backwards and get down on his hands and knees and beg for steve’s forgiveness…which…why does he have to? why is that required? why can’t steve not want that? why can’t steve, by his own choice, wait for the man he loves to return? why can’t steve just easily forgive? why is easy forgiveness toxic?? hello??

anyway. I definitely know who the anon is. I don’t *know* but like, I know. the sentiments are far too similar for it not to be the same blog. the fact that I have them blocked now and that they can no longer send me anons is wonderful :)

and you! oh you are too kind and too sweet 🥺 thank you so much! It always warms my heart to hear that ppl enjoy my writing, and thanks for the best wishes! still crossing my fingers things get sorted 🙂 haha.

and yes, deep refreshing sleep every night. no trouble at all. just for them. 💕

[wedangrondehangat]

Sepuntung Rokok di Malam Minggu

Saya memperhatikan banyak hal di serba serbi malam Minggu pada pekan kemarin di alun-alun Cicalengka. Ya, seperti biasa, di sana covid seperti ditiadakan, hehehe. Juga, di sana malam apapun rasanya seperti malam Minggu. Ada banyak pasangan kekasih yang berlalu-lalang, saling bersaing dengan banyaknya gerobak kuliner Bandung yang berjejeran.

Suatu hal lucu menarik perhatian saya, tatkala seorang teteh yang juga sedang mengantri beli bilor, tiba-tiba matanya berkaca-kaca sambil mulutnya terlihat mengikuti lagu yang sedang diputar di alun-alun malam itu. Yap benar! Lagu galau! Tidak.. tidak.. bukannya saya menertawainya, tetapi saya merasa lucu dengan fakta bahwa kita sebagai manusia bisa tiba-tiba galau dimana saja, karena manusia dikasih hati, dikasih perasaan. Sebuah nikmat Tuhan yang dengan hal itu kita perlu banyak belajar dalam mengelola rasa. Bukankah begitu?

Ngomong-ngomong, apakah kamu tahu apa itu bilor? Cilok, cilor, cilung, cimol, mungkin sudah hafal semua terkait kepanjangannya apa, tetapi bilor ini saya baru tahu kemarin itu! Bilor adalah bihun telor! Selain itu, ada juga soslor! Yaitu sosis telor! Aya-aya wae..

Selain kuliner lumpia basah dan kerang pedas yang menarik perhatian saya untuk membelinya, sebuah keluarga muda yang saling bergandengan tangan juga terlihat begitu menarik. Terdiri dari ayah, ibu, anak perempuan berusia sekitar dua tahun, dan bayi perempuan mungil di gendongan ibunya. Kedua anak itu pakai jilbab, cantik sangat dengan mata kebelo-beloan, juga kulit putih yang masih mulus tidak seperti saya yang menuju seperempat abad dengan bayi-bayi jerawat di wajah.

Terlihat seperti keluarga bahagia memang, tetapi saya sangat menyayangkan bahwa sang ayah berjalan sambil tangan kiri menggandeng putrinya, sementara tangan kanannya asyik memegang rokok sambil sesekali dihisapnya. Bagaimana bisa? Bagaimana bisa ia melakukan hal itu di samping putrinya? Di samping istrinya?

Saya jadi terkenang sebuah percakapan antara saya dengan seorang kawan. Kala itu kami baru sampai di puncak bukit yang masih merupakan rangkaian dari gunung Bromo. Kami berhenti di suatu titik untuk istirahat. Saya hendak duduk di dekatnya, tetapi ia tiba-tiba berkata, "kamu bisa pindah, nggak? Aku lagi merokok, nih."

Saya sempat tertegun. Kami tidak terikat hubungan apapun, hanya teman selintas komunitas, tetapi kalimatnya barusan menyiratkan kepeduliannya pada keberadaan saya yang hendak duduk di sampingnya. Mengapa bukan ia saja yang pindah? Sebab, memang ia sedari awal sudah lebih dulu duduk di sana. Dengan mencoba memahami kata-katanya, saya menurut dan pindah ke sisi rerumputan lainnya.

Lalu, betapa sedihnya kalau mau membandingkan dengan pemandangan di malam Minggu waktu itu yang saya lihat. Apakah tidak bisa untuk menahan rasa ingin merokok saat orang-orang yang anda cintai tengah duduk atau berjalan bersama anda? Apakah sulit untuk sejenak berhenti merokok dan gandenglah putri kecil anda tanpa ia harus turut menghirup asap rokok anda? Orang lain saja perlu dihargai, bagaimana dengan mereka yang bukan orang lain, mereka keluarga anda—orang-orang yang anda cintai, orang-orang yang bersama satu atap dengan anda.

Saya pun amat berterima kasih pada seorang kawan itu. Sebab, ia mengajarkan saya bahwa kepedulian tidak harus tentang hal besar, kepedulian selalu bisa dimulai dari hal-hal sederhana, sesederhana berharap orang lain tak menghirup asap rokok yang anda hisap. Terima kasih sudah tidak membiarkanku menghirupnya! :)

_

Catatan Cicalengka, 11 Des 2021

[starscelly]

ok delly gifset delayed until after the game cause ps is pissing me off and i want to actually watch the rest of this i’ve seen none of the third :\

[izukukuzi]

My thoughts on people's opinions on Bakugo (and to a lesser degree, Aizawa): the fandom built up this image of him as a 'jerk with a heart of gold' type of character and got so attached to that idea that they forgot that his 'heart of gold' isn't really as big as they think it is, and that he's actually pretty terrible, not just a rough-around-the-edges tsundere

that reference to aizawa hurts me a little bit dudndjdjdj but it has to be said

i yap about bakugou all the time (so you're off the hook this time explosion boy lmao) but there are definitely also incongruencies in aizawa's established fandom reputation and then his actual characterization. i think he gets better as time goes on (but i also live in a dadzawa fantasy world so let me admit my bias sidndjd) but we start out the series with aizawa being an arguably pretty shitty teacher (who does not live up to the No Nonsense rep that was placed on his shoulders). i think the issue comes from seeing him risk his life for his class, which is admirable beyond words, but that doesn't mean he doesn't still fuck up on a day-to-day basis. there's a lot more he could/should have done to better benefit those he taught (like not including the bullshit of a quirk apprehension test, EXPELLING BAKUGOU ASAP ROCKY FOR SIGNS OF AGGRESSION AGAINST A CLASSMATE or putting the boy in anger management and therapy if he really has to stay, getting izuku a fucking quirk specialist or a counselor or something when he fucked himself up on the first day throwing that dumb ass ball [or he would have probably expelled him too if he were really about his shit], among other things outside of the fiiiiiirst day of school) but you know.... dadzawa lmao

[dewdewjay]

Aku mau sedikit cerita tentang pengalamanku. Jadi sebenernya aku dan suami lagi program hamil. Kami coba di RSCM klinik yasmin, dan coba daftar dengan dr. Gita Pratama. Beliau cukup terkenal dan sibuk jadi pasiennya sangat banyak. Dan jadwalnya sering bergeser. Akhirnya kami cek keseluruhan. Pengecekannya cukup detil, dan lumayan mahal hanya untuk pengecekan saja. Akhirnya kami diberikan treatment obat-obatan. Setelah treatment beberapa bulan, kami pikir hanya pakai obat berusaha berhasil. Tapi ternyata tidak. Saat kita sudah mulai memutuskan ayok, inseminasi aja. Tapi dokter malah curiga ada polip di rahimku. Karena hanya usg transvaginal saja tidak begitu terlihat jelas. Akhirnya kita segera eksekusi operasi pengangkatan polip di rahim (namanya histereskopi operatif). Awalnya dokter bilang untuk histereskopi, kita intip dulu. kalau kecil bisa kita langsung ambil. Kalau tidak, harus ada tindakan operasi dengan bius total di ruang operasi. Oke baik dok! Histereskopi itu tindakan yang dilakukan melalui vagina dengan kamera dan alat-alatnya. Sebelum tindakan diberi obat dari dubur. Dan harus tahan pipis dan poop. Untuk rasanya tidak ada yg sakit, hanya ngilu saat dengar alat seperti sesuatu untuk menahan agar vagina dapat terbuka lebar mungkin cocor bebek tapi entahlah karena aku hanya lihat monitor tidak bisa lihat ke bawah. Setelah melihat ada beberapa jumlah polip akhirnya selesai hanya intip saja. Ya waktunya operasi! Akhirnya dengan segala prosedur SOP dari RSnya harus ini itu. Harus pemeriksaan darah, cek thorax, ekg, konsul dokter abc. Akhirnya tiba di hari operasi. Waktu diantar ke ruang operasi saatnya aku ganti baju, ganti masker, pakai penutup kepala bedah, gak pegang handphone. Dan suami hanya bisa antar sampai ruang ganti. Sambil menunggu waktu operasi, aku dicek suhu, cek tensi, infus, dan berbaring layaknya orang sedang rawat inap. Masih ada setengah jam dapat kabar dr Gita masih ada pasien, dalam hatiku wah mau operasi kena geser jam juga yah. Bosan yang aku rasakan di ruang rawat operasi ini lumayan juga. Karena tidak ada handphone dan hiburannya. Akhirnya ya dengar tawa tiwi para perawat saja. Disaat waktu yang sudah ditentukan dr. Anatesi sudah siap, akhirnya ada bantuan dr. SpOg yang lain. Dan kemudian, aku didorong ke ruang operasi, waktu mau pindah tempat tidur aku kaget karena di kasur yang baru saja aku tempati aku seperti haid. Loh harusnya ini sudah hari ke 14 sudah tidak haid lagi, baru ingat oh iya 1-2 jam sebelum jadwal operasi aku harus masukkan 2 tablet obat ke dalam vagina. Waktu google obat itu memang itu sepertinya obat untuk aborsi. Oke gak jadi khawatir. Kemudian tidur lah aku di ruang operasi, baik bu kami beri obat bius ya. Diberilah obat yg disuntikkan di infus. Dan kemudian dr. Jaga bilang kami beri oksigen juga ya bu. Dan oksigen tersebut tidak dipasangkan, sudah seperti sinetron-sinetron gak lama menghirup asap asap dari alat yang ada di atas hidungku aku tak sadarkan diri, sampai terbangun lihat jam sudah lewat 1 jam dari aku masuk ke ruang operasi. Aku dengar suara suamiku dari ruang sebelah sedang berbicara dengan dr. Gita sepertinya diberikan obat dll deh. Kemudian hanya sadar mau bicara ke suster tapi mulut sulit keluar suara dan tertidur lagi. Sampai setengah jam terbangun lagi dengan perut bawah sedikit sakit, dan ulu hati sakit rasanya mual perih. Gak lama suster menghampiri tanya dan saya bilang mual perih suster juga mengatakan sudah memberikan obat maag dan obat pereda nyeri. Kemudian aku tertidur lagi, dan saat terbangun masih agak mual. Ditunggu 15 menit sampai bisa minum air putih, setelah tidak mual lagi aku lapar, bilang ke suster kalau sudah tidak mual boleh makan roti dulu ini untuk ganjal perut. Oke baik saat sudah membaik semua aku tidak terlalu ingin pip tapi aku bilang aja mau pip akhirnya ke toilet sekalian ganti baju dan tentunya aku sudah prepare pembalut. Yap! Benar aku seperti sedang haid. Oiya aku pakai metode ODC (one day care) jadi tidak rawat inap setelah operasi aku bisa pulang. Next in another post ya. Gak muat char nya 😂

[personasintro]

i love how these mfs comfortably say any and everything when they are anonymous… y’all just keep yapping even when someone has already taken their time to explain something to y’all that you simply choose not to understand. it must be so tiring for mimi to go through the asks and see people still complaining about matters that she thought she had already settled. She’s definitely a much better person than me cuz if i were her i would’ve deleted this app long ago or even cursed some of y’all out… lord knows i don’t have that kinda patience and neither do i tolerate such bs from people (i’m hella thankful i’m not it any position to do such)

and the person that said “i have to look over my ask to see if you’ll find it offensive” (or some shit like that) like girl?? isn’t that what you’re supposed to do???

mimi all i gotta say is i hope you enjoy your vacation to the fullest… dealing with things like this on a daily has gotta be so draining😂😂

At the end of the day, it’s not me that has something to lose🤷‍♀️ it is what it is. Dealing with this shit isn’t exactly easy for me but if I’m going to feel uncomfortable and don’t like it here anymore, I’ll just leave. (this is not me blackmailing or whatever the trolls will come up with) I’m just simply stating as it is. I could use my free time differently, rather than writing until my eyes hurt just because I want to post asap (which I’ve done a lot of times, if not every time I’ve inspiration)

[rvlyrik]

REEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNN!!!!!

HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO ANOTHER YEAR OF CHAOS MY DUDES!

BY STARTING OFF WITH ARSON

[jalebi-weds-bluetooth]

Ishqbaaz Liveblog, E4: Anyone Between 40-59 is Shit

Previously: E3 “A really good premise”

Welcome! My liveblogging continues. Check out @australian-desi​ and @tellywoodtrash​ for more IB liveblogs (if you’re interested in this, TTji is my ultimate guru to lb-ing)!

So far I’m waiting and seeing if IB will break Kasautii Zindagi Kii 2, cause KZK2′s plot and non annoyance meter stood firm till 5 episodes. Until new Prerna decided to mega sacrifice herself and marriage a CREEP to save her family’s home. I noped out of that so hard after Prerna’s decision. 

And so far I’m pleasantly surprised by IB, and genuinely enjoying it plot-wise. 

Here’s the end of my yapping, now enjoy the liveblog!

Episode 4: “Anyone Between 40-59 is Shit”

- Deva Shree Ganesha continues. Till now Nakuul’s chin level is steady (later in the show his nose is permanently in the air - as noted by @ridzmystique​)

- Burning Man continues, literally. 

- Ganesh Ji also getting nice footage. 

- Where is the thunder in the bg music coming from? 

- Why ISN’T ANYONE DOING ANYTHING TO STOP THE FIRE? AH SHAKTI nearly went but was stopped by Tej. 

- Tej doing damage control. Ofc, classic Tej. Dramatic shot continues, Tej is dramatic AF.

- HEY WE DIDN’T SEE MUCH OF THE OBROS TRYING TO SAVE BURNING MAN. But we must assume cause Shivaay is a bit burnt. 

- Shivaay hurt his hand too? Shivaay, are we connecting too? Why? (My hand is hurt too)

- Ah, their first factory was burned but Dadaji decided to save the people instead of inventory #dadajirocks 

- Shivaay taking the full pressure of things, as usual. Oh, Nakuul is acting really well in this scene - what do they do with him later?

- Poor Dadiji, she’s so sad - she’ll get a heart attack one day.

- Good vaada to take from older brother, make sure bhaichara remains between all of them. 

- Sometimes it is so important to not be like your parents, if your parents are shitty. 

- Oh the Mandir is BEAUTIFUL. 

- DRAMATC TEJ APPEARS. 

- WTF ACQUIRING LAND BY FORCING THE FARMERS? Tej must like what crap the government is pulling right now. #farmersprotest (please check it out and give it the support and awareness it deserves)

- Good, thank God Shakti has some sense. Oh, a flawed man with a conscience - I really like Shakti, he’s very layered. 

- Tej is dramatic AF, Shakti is frickkin layered. These two bros are playing well against each other. 

- WHO? DADI AND HER TWO SONS FACE OFF. 

- YAY THIS POOL IS DEEPER THAN 1 FOOT! (Imagines Arnav swimming through this *cough*)

OK STOP DISTRACTING ME GUYS, LET’S FOCUS ON THE SHOW. 

ISS PY

ISHQBAAZ

WHERE THERE’S A POOL

AND NO OTHER THOUGHTS

YOU KNOW WHY I GOT DIVERTED, BECAUSE OF YOU GUYS, YES

ANYWAYS,

- Shivaay… wondering about family name even though someone died? 

- You know, what I like about this convo is that both Om and Shivaay are right in their positions. 

- Om: worried that a person died, Shivaay: reputation matters 

- Damn it, this was a good conversation.

- Ah Rudy. I LOVE LOVE LOVE HOW THEY USED THE BABY BROTHER TO BREAK THE TENSION. The great thing of Rudy not smiling is that you know shit has hit the fan when that happened. 

- I don’t like how they’re treating Guggi - the way they tried to make her ‘comedic’ because she doesn’t fit the standard of beauty. I DO NOT like this. 

- FINALLY DADI! Finally have a word with your sons. 

- Just ignoring Pinky. Jhanvi, I Stan you as always. 

- Ah Rudy, I LOVE HOW SHIVAAY AND OM CALMED AND THE CRACKS HEALED BECAUSE OF RUDY BEING THEIR BABY. 

- HAHAHAH! Shivaay yelled Om for hitting Rudra by showing Rudy how to hit better! 

- HAHAHAH THEY’RE MAKING RAJNIKANTH OUT OF SHIVAAY! I LOVED how in one scene, without too much, showed how Rudy is the glue between two brothers who love each other but are ideologically different (and a difference that can cause a crack if not healed at the right time)

- DADI BRINGIN IN THE KASAM to make sure her two fishy sons tell the truth. Shakti told half truth, smart. WHY IS DADI SMILING? 

- OK dadi your sons have a LOT of issues, your sanskaar totes failed. 

- Okay, Anjali has transformed to Sahil (I guess that’s the kid’s name). Do we need to be orphans and have a limping sibling to be a television lead? (Taking a hockey stick and heading to my brother)

- Why is the landlady and constables standing in filmy line too?

- UFF THIS LANDLADY KA OVERACTING - OH WAIT SHE’S ACTUALLY ANIKA’S BUAJI BUAJI - DAMN WTF IS SHE. THIS BUAJI IS OVERACTING LIKE SHIT.

- Totally not interested in this character. 

- Dude Anika is anaath, isme tera kya jaata hai?

- Yes Anika, kill her. 

- Woah who’s manhandling Anika?

- THAT IS A FINE ACTRESS, please don’t make her do a shitty role. WTF? POLICE VIOLENCE. 

- Phirse gaana? These three bros should have an album after their name. In case their other businesses fail, this one should keep things floating :D *did I foresee something in this sentence, I might’ve*

- I would call thing cringy, if I didn’t do the same shit with my bro. We’re dramatic AF too, dancing to random songs all the time. 

- The police waali has personal vendetta against Anika. Why? 

- Ok, almost every 40-50s person in this show is terrible. 

- Ok how is this terrible Buaji and the police waali connected? Is this police person a relative or something to Buaji?

- Ok I love the kid, I love how much he loves Anika. 

- Ok, we have reason why Anika should be removed from this situation asap (already murdering Shivaay for the future marriage condition).

So it is interesting and I’m eager to see what all tropes would happen when Shivaay and Anika meet. In her words, I have very low tolerance for michimichi! For example: I (largely) hate the swami track, post marriage comedy, sheetal track, when Khushi gives ‘gyaan’ to either Lavanya or Arnav about marriage or anything and all that in IPK. 

But I’m also waiting to listen to O Jaana and see the staring, wind and all cause I’m a wee bit sucker for those. 

So goodnight and see you tomorrow!

- S

Next up: E5 “Devi Maiyya working overtime for Shivika to happen”

[mannakete]

I jsut wanted to see if I could get it and I got the Game Breaking Bow