#eva. i missed her so bad.

[meirimerens]

just smile and nod y'all

[ewamosaart]

[davilasinfiltro]

I saw a tweet that said wall e and eve were skephalo coded and I watched half of the movie just now and I can confirm that they are right

[hopelesslyromanticshark]

Hi! I LOVE the way u write leo valdez and was wondering if u could do an x reader fic where she gets accepted to her dream college? Im manifesting lol 🤞🤞much love xx

OMG YES I'M MORE THAN HAPPY TOO!! ANYTHING FOR YOU ANON-

⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ College Girls Do It Better, Duh!!

content: leo valdez x fem! reader warning: language, like the smallest amount of angst ig, stress and anxiety (the poster children of senior year) author's note: hi little miss anon!! congratulations on being my first ask by the way!! anyways, as someone who is currently fighting for my life to get through this last stretch of senior year, I feel year. I applied to my dream college since eighth grade early decision all the way back in november and got deferred. and i know this might be hard to hear and i know i didn't believe it at the time, but it was honestly one of the best things that ever happened to me. It allowed me to take a deep dive on who i am as a person and find actually interests outside of just that school. now, i've been accepted to another college in the same city (boston girl 4 eva) with a scholarship that covers more than half of my tuition and under a major I actually want to pursue (marine biology with a minor in journalism for anyone who was curious). ANYWAYS i've yapped on long enough and you're not even here for this little ted talk of mine. please carry on and i hope you enjoy this little bad boy i whipped up.

this was it: senior year. everything added up to this. finally! we’re in the homestretch, folks! gods, on top of stopping the world from ending every other summer, y/n had to keep good grades up too. she was more than ready to trade leo’s sweaters for a cap and gown, counting down the days to graduation. a break would have been greatly appreciated but the fates were never that kind. well, they were kind enough to give her leo, so they couldn’t be all that bad in her eyes. though, the pressure was starting to make y/n crack in ways she didn’t expect; the pressure that comes with college acceptances and, sadly, rejections. she felt like she was falling behind a bit, a lump growing in her throat and her chest tightening at every acceptance letter her friends got. of course, she was overjoyed for them and she’d buy them cupcakes and celebrate their accomplishments but she couldn’t help but wonder when it would be her turn. i mean, she slaved away over her college essay, she maintained the best grades she could, did all of the extracurriculars she could manage, on top of being a two-time saver of the world. something she, sadly, could not tell colleges. well, she told new rome university, but she figured they got a lot of letters like that. but, for now, y/n just waited…and waited…and then waited some more just for shits and giggles. 

“today’s the day, right?” jason questioned as he walked with y/n towards their civics class. y/n swallowed thickly, nodding her head, although a bit reluctantly. 

“y-yeah, early decision round two comes out today for new rome. now, no more talking about it or i’ll pass out," y/n told him and jason laughed, bumping his shoulder with her gently. 

“come on, give yourself a fair shake. they’d be stupid not to-” 

“don’t jinx it!! go find some wood to knock on, sparky,” the girl ordered in a panic and jason quickly rapped his knuckles against a door as they passed, the poor ceramics teacher peeking her head out to find no one waiting. 

“okay, okay, no bad juju,” y/n muttered to herself following the boy's actions, taking a few calming breaths. jason gave her a sympathetic look as they took their seats, rubbing his hand gently over her tense shoulders. their eyes both went to the empty seat next to y/n before turning to each other with tiny smirks. 

“i bet he’ll get here just as the bell rings,” mused y/n, trying to rid herself of her anxiety with humor. jason pretended to think it over, before holding his hand out. 

“nah, he’s gotta be at least ten minutes late today,” countered jason and y/n shook his hand with a determined look. as the pair's eyes stayed locked on the clock, mere seconds before the bell would ring, leo came waltzing to the class, an iced coffee held in one hand and his keys swinging around in the other. mr. wright glaring at the boy, knowing he couldn’t give him the tardy he so desperately wanted to. leo made his way to his seat, kissing y/n’s cheek as he sat. y/n’s smile widened and her stress and anxiety began to melt away. 

“for little miss smartie pants here,” he hummed, sliding the drink in front of her with a wink. y/n took a sip, shaking her head at him as she looked at him out of the corner of her eye. 

“lots of talk coming from someone who’s already been accepted with honors,” replied y/n, jokingly glaring at him though she couldn’t stop a proud smile from spreading over her lips. leo had a habit of underestimating himself and when he got accepted into new rome university on a scholarship to boot, he couldn’t really ignore it anymore. y/n was his number one supporter, buying him shirts and lanyards and pennant flags. leo rolled his eyes, slinging his arm over the back of her seat. 

“they’d be stupid not to accept-” 

“knock on wood right now!! what is with you guys trying to curse me?!” y/n bit out, shoving the boy in the direction of the wooden desk. leo knocked his knuckles against it whilst sharing a look with jason, who just shrugged. 

“i’m just saying-” 

“mr. valdez! if you’re just going to show up to disrupt my class, do not continue to show up!” mr. wright called, narrowing his eyes at the trio. 

“sorry, mr. wright, but i do kinda need this class to graduate. if i didn’t, i guarantee you i would not be here right now,” joked leo, earning laughs from the rest of the class. mr. wright’s eye twitched as he stared at the boy before grumbling under his breath and returning to his lecture. leo held his head high after that, knowing he’d won for today. 

the rest of the day seemingly flew past, y/n anxiously and constantly checking her email. after lunch, she sort of relaxed, somehow managing to convince herself that the email wasn’t going to come today and she’d just worry about it some other day. but, as she sat in her seventh period class, her phone buzzed on her desk. she didn’t think anything of it, determined to finish another math problem before she allowed herself a phone break. then her phone buzzed a few more times, her attention being dragged away from her math homework at the borderline constant buzzing. she huffed, picking up her phone before her eyes went wide and her breath tumbled out of her lips. 

there on her phone she had an email from new rome university which read, ‘today’s the day! log into your student portal as your status has been updated.’ under that, and the root of the near constant buzzing, were texts from all her friends. leo was typing in all-caps, something about running to her class at the moment. her group chat with frank, hazel, and piper, the three other people who applied in the same decision group as her, had multiple texts about wanting to throw up and being too nervous to open it. annabeth had sent a text too, something about y/n being one of the smartest and sweetest people she knew and no college acceptance or rejection could change that. 

ignoring all of them and feeling like she was in a haze, y/n unlocked her phone and got to work logging into her student portal and watching the spinning circle as she waited for it to load. bam! welcome screen, nothing new so far. y/n continued to breath, though she knew it was unsteady as she placed a hand against her chest, hoping to regulate her rapid heartbeat, which she could feel in her toes and hear in her ears. then she noticed a little hyperlink, informing her that her status had been updated. her finger hovered over it as hazel updated that she’d been accepted, promptly being followed by frank and piper. y/n squeezed her eyes shut, swiping away their messages and slamming her finger down onto the link. more waiting and then it finally loaded. she scrolled slowly, wanting to ease herself into rejection…

dear y/n l/n, 

on behalf of new rome university, we are pleased to inform you that you’ve been accepted. congratulations! furthermore, we’d like offer you a scholarship for academic integrity, blah blah blah 

wait- did that say accepted?! y/n’s eyes did a double take, which was growing increasingly more difficult as tears were starting to pool. her hands shook and she promptly stood up from her chair, muttering about needing the bathroom to the teacher before basically bolting out of the class. she moved quickly down the hall, her eyes darting around wildly until she heard the stomping of feet and the squeak of rubber on linoleum. leo rounded a corner at the other end of the hall, his eyes instantly focusing on the girl, on his girl. without a second thought, the two of them sprinted to each other, basically slamming against the other as they met in the middle. leo’s arms wrapped around her frantically, unsure of the verdict but wanting her in his arms either way. y/n curled into him easily, crying against his shirt, tears of joy but he didn’t know that. 

“so?” leo whispered after a moment, cupping her tear-stained cheeks and looking down at her with what could only be described as unfiltered love. y/n looked at him before cracking a small smile through her tears. 

“i got in. i- i got in, oh my gods, i got in!” she stated, growing more excited everytime she said it.

“duh! my clever girl! ooh, my clever college girl!” leo cheered, smirking down at her. y/n laughed, shoving him off as she reached up and wiped away some of her tears. 

“whatever, you absolute hammer head.” 

“there’s no getting rid of me now, baby. you’re stuck with me. wooo, we’re going to college together!” added leo, smiling down at her in genuine excitement. y/n looked up at him and leo could have sworn his bmp spiked, even after all these years. 

“wouldn’t have it any other way,” she mused, reaching up and cupping his face before pulling him down so she could press her lips against his. easily, his hands found her waist and pulled her closer, as her arms draped over his shoulders.

the bell rang, school being out for the day, and as students flooded the halls, leo let go of his girlfriend and cupped his hands around his lips, screaming: “MY HOT ASS GIRLFRIEND JUST GOT ACCEPTED INTO A PRESTIGIOUS ASS SCHOOL! THAT’S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE!”

author's note cont. : I know what your all thinking, how could she possibly have more to say?!?! HA you underestimate my ability to yap. anyways, on a more serious note, I'm wishing you, anon and anyone else who needs to hear it, the best of best luck with colleges and whatnot. They'd be stupid to reject you and i'll proudly shove you all in my suitcase and take you to college with me. jk...unless. No, fr tho, don't let a rejection define you! Fate is fickle and will find a way to treat you to the life you deserve, don't forget it!! Anyways, now that I spent my whole night slaving away over this, I am off to bed, hope you guys enjoy and have great days!!

[deepmochi]

Lilith in the 2nd house🕯🕸

What things you need to work: your main values, boundaries, and self-esteem.

What to avoid: excesses

Celebrities with this placement: Ariana Grande, Eva Green, Beyoncé, Mariah Carey, Robert Pattinson, Steve Jobs, Cate Blanchett, The Rock, and Mila Kunis. (To name a few).

☆ Lilith in Taurus can read it. They could find similarities.

🕯Here, Lilith wishes to be valuable in any way. They search values in external ways or things. However, this contributes to their shadow side.

🕯 Unfortunately, people see this native with lust. This make the native believe their body is their only asset (could be subconsciously), but isn't truth.

🕯 So, they use their body as an exchange of love, possessions, items or people.

🕯 They have a very sensual energy though, so if they cultivate it correctly...we are over!

🕯 An issue of this Lilith comes from seeing their body as their only value. If they consider themselves not beautiful, they could be self-destructive individuals. For example, binge eating, harmful substances ( or risky sexual relationships (similar to the 8th house).

🕯However, the native needs to understand that money, possessions or people don't complete them.

🕯 They can be very possessive of things, people and money. This scarcity mindset makes you a toxic person 😴. This energy doesn't benefit. Let things go if they aren't needed.

🕯 Stubborn to a certain level, maybe, actions, people or just accepting that "x isn't working".

🕯 It's possible that Lilith in the 2nd house comes from a chaotic environment with poverty, scarcity or lacking. They believe external resources could fix their life, but this isn't correct.

🕯 If lilith touches Venus in the native chart, this person would present a series of lovers who will try to possess her and see her as an item. Perhaps, Lilith thinks she's fine with it, but those angry outbreaks.

🕯 Lilith is scare of honesty and afraid of accepting that she only needs herself. So, two years of relationship was a waste? Yes and no. It teaches you that you deserve better.

🕯 Food is another sensitive topic. Natives with this placement develop a relationship with food that should be careful.

🕯 People may comment a lot on what they eat, their weight, or things regarding eating disorders. For instance, People always comments on Ariana's body; she has this placement.

🕯 Following with the same topic, this native is scrutinized with their eating habits, relationships and spending.

🕯 An insecure individual with this Lilith may see money as everything. It would be too important, and they do anything to get it. This may depend on their values, but usually those values are blurry.

🕯 If this Lilith is afraid of abandonment, they will stay with their crusty bf or friends for years.

🕯They could potentially be cheaters, especially undeveloped natives. Remember, that they can feel empty and unfilled if they don't accept themselves. Look at Miss Grande cheating history.

🕯 Their is other half that are so loyal, but they can stay trapped in unfulfilled relationships. They can forgiving their partners. So, balance and boundaries, people. *cough Beyonce cough *

🕯If you listen to your shadow, you will realize so much about yourself. You need to forgive yourself and love yourself. I did wrote Yourself a lot, see!!

🕯You are more than society standards; you are a human being with dreams.

🕯Your body your choice; people may judge your partners a lot, but be logical. Is that relationship worth it or are you being stubborn?

🕯 Spoiled and stubborn people and even selfish when they don't realize.

🕯 Don't fall into excesses with food, relationships or monetary problems. You need Boundaries.

🕯Be clear with your work ethic. Avoid illegal problems or deceptions. Don't talk bad about your coworkers or bosses 🤫.

🕯 Don't become jealous or envious of others' income. Be grateful of yours.

🕯 Humbleness is the key to abundance. Be grateful.

🕯 Nonetheless, they attract abundance very easily, but internal peace isn't through money.

🕯Prioriotize yourself and make room for healthy routines. Give yourself the stability you desire.

🕯 This Lilith's voice is honey for people's ears. They're very talented in singing and oratory. If they don't have the voice, they're very good liars or manipulators.

🕯Many can be Divas including the men.

🕯 Sometimes, issues with the father. This depicts their money and relationships problems. The father was an absent figure or emotionally unavailable.

I'm continuing with the Lilith houses; I haven't forgot. However, I should feel motivated to do it. You all deserve a good post.

Take care, mochis💚

Credit: @deepmochi

[marinareads25]

ACFTL WISHLIST

Ok, so I’ve been doing some thinking about a ACFTL wishlist of things I would love to see. Honestly, I know I will 100% love and appreciate whatever Miss Stephanie Garber comes up with. So this is just for funsies!🤪

- Apollo dead LMAOOOO

- Jacks having nightmares about losing Eva

- Detailed descriptions of Eva’s beauty in Jack’s POV. I want him being so affected by her that he catches his breath every time he sees her and can’t keep his hands to himself. I want him SIMPING.

- Jacks watching Evangeline sleep longingly and tucking her hair behind her ear

- FOREHEAD KISS🙏🙏🙏

- big angsty hug after something crazy happens!!!

- I want Eva to find some peace. My girl needs to catch a fucking break!

- Jealous Jacks!!!

- Unhinged, Vengeful, I-Will-Cross-Any-Line-To-Protect-you Jacks

- one bed trope but I really want Evangeline to make a pillow fort between them and then Jacks just throwing the pillows away LMAO

- Angry love confession?!? I think it’s kind of out of character for Jacks, I don’t know?!?!

- An “I choose you” moment where Eva is like Do you regret going back in time to save me? And Jacks is like “I could never regret that.”

- THE HOLLOW PLS, I need domestic Evajacks so bad

- A KISS!!!! Obviously. But I would love to see Jacks terrified of doing it and then Eva making the first move. And then HE GOES FERAL. YUHHHH.

- LaLa and EVERYONE who hurt Evangeline ACTUALLY apologizing and making it up to her. I want her finding a family and love beyond Jacks.

- Jacks’ backstory!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What’s up with the apples!!?

- Luc and Jacks bonding PLS THIS WOULD SEND ME😭 I can just imagine Jacks so annoyed bc Luc is being silly af

- Eva subconsciously remembering moments with Jacks ( feeling a pull towards him, having flashes of memories, etc.)

- I want to know if Eva’s mom and dad knew she was a key!??!

- THIS IS SO RANDOM but like I keep thinking Jacks might find Eva’s letter and him just writing on the margins shit like “not true” “debatable” and “you think my dimples are charming?” 💀💀

- Evangeline re-igniting Jacks’ hope for infinite endings!!!

- Eva and Jacks smiling so hard that they can’t kiss properly AHHHHHH

- Evangeline somehow getting the curiosity shop back😭

Anyways, that’s all my two brain cells could come up with. Here’s a lil waffle for reading the whole thing - 🧇. OCTOBER 24TH IS SO CLOSE. We have almost survived the Evajacks drought🌵🌵

[ctitan98official]

Anonymous: Can you show more of grandmother Miranda and toddler y/n

Absolutely! I love Miranda. Let’s get into it!

When Alcina first introduced you to Miranda, it was love at first sight. She thought you were absolutely adorable and you were so fascinated by her wings.

Miranda holds you and sings Romanian folk songs for you to help you fall asleep.

While you were very attached to your sisters and mother, Miranda quickly became a trusted person as well.

When you get super fussy with Alcina or the girls and they can’t seem to calm you down, Alcina knows immediately that you want Miranda. She finds it really adorable.

As soon as Alcina calls and tells Miranda that you miss her, she makes a mad dash for the castle.

You squeal with delight when you see her and Miranda happily scoops you up into her arms. It’s been a while since she’s held a baby and it makes her think of Eva. It means a lot that she has you to love now.

Whenever you see Miranda in her golden mask, you want to grab it and investigate. She takes it off and lets you run your fingers across it and chew on it. Miranda pretends to be slightly annoyed, but it warms her heart to see you playing with the mask.

Miranda never holds you when she has her gold talons on. She doesn’t want to scratch you by accident.

Miranda isn’t just a loving grandmother to you, she adores the girls as well. She has pictures of all four of you around her house and she is so proud of you all.

Alcina takes you to regular check-ups with Miranda and she is always so glad to see you. She always gives you a little treat afterward too. A hand-crafted toy from the village, a pastry that she had made especially for you, anything to make you smile.

When you finally started speaking a bit, you pointed at Miranda and said “Gramma”. Miranda actually wept. She was so proud of you and came over to place tons of kisses on your face.

Cass and Dani decided to play a prank one day and held up a picture of Miranda while telling you to say “Bird”. You kept saying “Gramma” over and over again, which made Cass and Dani eventually give up.

However, a few days later, when Miranda had come over to the castle, you suddenly point at her and exclaim “Birb!” really loud while your sisters and mother were visiting with her. Dani and Cass lost it while Miranda just rolled her eyes and picked you up.

“Are your sisters being a bad influence on you, draga mea?” She asks. You just giggle in response. Miranda suddenly has a wicked idea. “Well, I guess they’re not getting Christmas presents from Grandma this year.” She says and bounces you on her hip making you laugh. The next few minutes were spent with Cass and Dani frantically begging for forgiveness. It was kind of funny. Alcina was choking back laughter as well.

Miranda is a wonderful grandmother and you formed a special bond with her from the beginning.

Masterlist

[karizard-ao3]

My reactions to Evangelion episode 11: the Day Tokyo-3 Stood Still

That Eren Jaeger-looking guy from NERV is even more Eren Jaeger-looking than I realized now that I see him in his casual wear.

The Magi were mentioned before but I didn't think about them too much, but I didn't realize the supercomputers were the city's government? Unless I'm misunderstanding. That seems... unwise.

Are they going to make out in the elevator again?

I guess not :(

Shinji is so nervous about talking to his dad.

God, Gendo is an asshole.

Wait the power just went out. They're trapped in the elevator together. Maybe there's still a chance!

They're taking life support away from parts of the compound for the sake of the supercomputers? What, they can't handle a little anarchy while they get things back up and running? I am suspicious.

Shinji is a detail-oriented boy. There's nothing wrong with that.

Asuka is starting to grow on me lol. She's so hot-headed.

Sabotage!!!

Asuka is so threatened by Rei, who is literally just minding her own business all of the time.

Of course she wants to elect a group leader lol.

Lol it's getting hot in that elevator, huh?

They have their feet in buckets lol

Asuka calling Rei "Miss Perfect". She is totally threatened.

I'm wondering if Kaji is behind this blackout.

Shinji is such a philosophical boy.

Making Shinji choose between the two of them 😂

Oh, god. Asuka led them right to the Angel.

They keep almost getting into things i want to know about and then cutting to a new scene :(

They only have, like, five minutes of power when they aren't plugged in, right?

Good job, Shinji! Always saving the day when they need it.

Oh, they had battery backpacks.

I fear that Asuka might be bad at tactical planning and this is going to backfire somehow.

Nevermind, it worked.

So, she's the type to keep score. Makes sense.

How could we even know why the Angels are attacking, Asuka? I think we all shall see soon enough!

In Conclusion

Shinji is very reliable. He isn't very innovative or much of a take charge type, but he is always there as backup.

I'm interested to know why Rei thinks she's not getting special treatment (unless I misheard that part).

I enjoyed getting to see a bit more of the team dynamic between the Children.

I'm not sure if I'm supposed to be impressed Gendo got the Evas prepared manually for the pilots. Someone (Was it Ritsuko or the other woman?) framed it like he had a lot of faith in the pilots and that's why he did it, but I kind of feel like he is the worst and I'm not willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I think Kaji is probably working as a double agent and perhaps knows more than the rest of us do. He seems to be operating under other orders (or additional orders). I wonder what his goal is here?

[hotchs-bitch]

4 AM

Credits: prompt idea from @foxy-eva Criminal Minds Writing Challenge! Hurt/Comfort prompt: Nowhere else to go: Person A didn't know where else to go in a time of need, so they ring B's doorbell. Betaing credits to @doctorstethoscope and @greg-montgomery- I would never post anything if you guys didn't tell me to <3

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Haley Hotchner (post-slash?), Aaron Hotchner & blank slate Fem!Reader (no use of y/n) (platonic-ish)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: Unrequited love, discussions of divorce and parenting, Hotch's take on Haley leaving him, big sexy man cries a little, mentions of cases, angsty

A/N: I'm back with a song fic about Hotch's marriage crumbling, because apparently that's the only thing that can drag me out of my burnout era. Inspo song is 4 AM by Cate, and I highly recommend giving it a listen!!

Yes, this is angstier than I meant for it to be. Yes, I'm already working on a part 2 :)

Find it on ao3 here, or under the cut. Happy reading <3

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Why don’t you come over?

It’s only friendship we’ll risk

You can cry on my shoulder

If it’s her that you miss

Are you thinking of me

In a new light?

‘Cause if not wе could pretend for the night, for thе night

“Why don’t you come over for a little bit tonight?”

“It… it doesn’t even matter–”

“How long is your drive?”

Aaron’s sigh into the phone receiver is audible. You can almost picture him right now, his face screwed up in frustration and two fingers pinching at the bridge of his nose. “I’m… not far. I’m at a motel twenty minutes from Quantico. She offered to stay at Jessica’s house, but… I don’t want Jack to know what’s going on.”

This certainly wasn’t the conversation you were expecting to have when you phoned your boss in the evening, intending to apologize for the late hour and let him know that you would be sending a file to him that would need to be reviewed first thing in the morning. You were expecting a brief, rushed call. You weren’t expecting him to pocket-answer the phone so that you had an accidental front-row seat to the sound of your boss checking into a motel room for one guest.

When he finally heard your voice calling out, “Aaron!” from his pocket and realized what was going on, he had bashfully explained; another fight with Haley, a bad one. You know that they’re all bad these days, but his admittance meant that it was worse than usual. It had ended with both of them packing bags, insisting that the other stay at their house, and Hotch driving off before she could.

You can’t pretend that you aren’t a little surprised that he shared all of this without much prompting. But now, you just want to see him and know that he’s okay. You just want to make this better… but how can you do that?

Maybe it’s not your place to get involved at all. You would be the first to admit that, sure, you have a minor crush on your very married colleague, and maybe that means that you should be staying away from his marital problems with a twenty-foot pole. But if he needs help, you’re certainly going to offer it.

“I don’t want to say it, but… do you really think Jack doesn’t know? You two have been having a lot of problems, and he’s a smart kid.”

“I know. I know. But it’s not… we can work it out. We can figure something out. There’s no need to stress him out or make him think that we’re going to get a divorce. I don’t want him put through all of that, for something that won’t happen.” The pain in Aaron’s voice is as audible as his words, and the sheer emotion behind it… it just breaks your heart.

It’s your turn to sigh now, letting your head tip back and rest on the back of your couch. “Are you sure you don’t want to come over? It’s really no trouble, I promise. I’ve got a guest room; you can stay as long as you need.”

Now, there’s a familiar firmness in his tone. It’s that decisive I-know-best voice he uses when he really believes in what he’s saying. “I’m sure. I appreciate the offer, but I’ll be home by tomorrow. We’ll work this out. I… appreciate you speaking to me about this. I’m sure it’s not why you called.”

If he could see you, you would wave a hand in the air as if to say, ‘Don’t worry about it’. “Anytime, Aaron. And that offer stands, you hear me?”

This standing offer of yours might be a bad idea. What if he takes you up on it? What if he comes over, seeking your company? Your conflicting feelings for him are easy enough to set aside at work, but if he’s coming over because of his rocky marriage that’s a whole other battlefield you don’t have a clue how to navigate.

Aaron loves his wife. You know that he does. He adores her and their son, right down to his nightly phone calls with them on cases and the picture of the two that he keeps in his go bag. But sometimes, on the occasional event that he relaxes around you, you can’t help wondering if he could ever think of you the same way he thinks of Haley. 

He could, you’re sure of that. He’s a red-blooded man, and even though that’s a little cliche of you, you can’t help but wish he would think of you as more than a colleague. You’re a woman who sees him more often than his own wife does, and that’s got to count for something. Does he really just view you as a colleague and friend, or… does he ever view you as something more?

Sometimes, you think maybe he does. During your last case – an abduction in South Dakota – the two of you had been canvassing together down a busy street when a biker rode past. Aaron had noticed in the nick of time, pulling you in towards him and out of the way of harm. He loves his wife more than anything, and you know that he was just keeping you from getting hurt. But for a moment, for just a split second, you had let yourself imagine that it was a gesture of more-than-friends, that he was pulling you in because he wanted to be closer to you.

So maybe this offer is a terrible, awful idea. You can admit that it probably is, but at least he doesn’t seem to be taking you up on it.

“I hear you.” There’s a bit of a smile in his voice now, as though he knows how serious you’re being and he finds it amusing. “Thank you, again. Have a nice night.”

Before you can respond, he hangs up. With a sigh, you set down the phone. It’s starting to get late now; you might as well go to sleep if he’s not coming over.

–

When you wake up, your bedroom is completely dark. Your alarm isn’t ringing on the nightstand, and when you roll over in bed you read the time on the digital clock. 3:46 AM.

So what the hell woke you up?

Your answer comes in the form of a knocking sound, loud enough to get your attention without being an obnoxious pounding sound. The noise is coming from… somewhere, so you get out of bed and slip on a robe over your pajamas to find the source of the noise.

The hunt leads you to your front door, where that steady knocking is coming from the other side. Someone is knocking on your door, at the late hour, and in a haze of grogginess and confusion, you wrench the door open.

“What is- Aaron?”

He’s standing on your step, his hand raised like he’s ready to knock again. His face… god. His face is full of pain, unimaginably pure pain, and he nods at you. “Hi. I’m sorry, I… you were sleeping. I’m sorry. I didn’t…”

His voice breaks a little, and that’s when you reach out. With one hand on his shoulder, you steer him into the house and close the door. “Are you okay? You didn’t… what?”

When you guide Aaron to the couch, he sits down without hesitation. His voice is drenched with despair when he says, “I didn’t… know where else to go. You said that the, er, offer was standing, right?”

“What? Yes, of course, it is. Aaron, what’s going on?” You sink down onto the couch next to him, watching him inhale deeply like he’s trying to ground himself. The tiny part of you that preens when he says that he didn’t know where else to go… well, you try to fight that part back. Right now, the priority is Aaron. The priority is not your ridiculous, unrealistic crush on him. “I thought you were staying at the motel tonight and going home tomorrow.” 

“I did, too. Haley texted me a little while ago. She… she told me that she wants to figure out a… custody agreement that recognizes her as Jack’s primary parent. She wants to… work that out before she gets her lawyer involved.” He gives you a sardonic little smile, one that fills you to the brim with empathy as he continues to speak. “Apparently, when she said she would stay at her sister’s house, she meant indefinitely. I can expect to be served the… papers in the next week.”

He says ‘papers’ in a bitter tone, like the very sound of the word puts a bad taste in his mouth. It’s not hard to piece two and two together, and you slowly reach for his hand. He lets you take it, and you give him a moment before you ask the question.

“You and Haley are divorcing?” Compartmentalizing this has to be one of the most strong-willed things you’ve ever done. This isn’t the time for your feelings and emotions to be anywhere near the surface; not when Aaron needs you like this.

At the d-word, he flinches a little like he’s been wounded. He obviously hasn’t come to terms with the idea of it yet, and you wonder how long it’s been since she texted him. “We aren’t divorcing. She’s divorcing me.” His correction is swift, and his voice is brittle; it feels like he’s close to shattering. Seeing him like this – so vulnerable, so broken – is completely alien to you.

“Aaron…” You don’t know what to say, so you squeeze his hand. In lieu of any other words, you ask the stupidest possible question. “How do you feel?”

He laughs a little, at that. It isn’t genuine, but it’s not a cruel laugh either. It’s a little bit cynical, a little disbelieving. “I just found out that my wife is leaving me. It’s 4 AM, and I’m tired, and I can’t go home. I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel, right now.”

“I know. I know, I’m sorry. It was dumb of me to ask.” You move a little closer to him, the couch cushions shifting under you until you’re almost pressed against him. “You can talk about it, if you want to. You can tell me everything that’s going through your head.”

Aaron takes another deep breath at that, and his hold on your hand tightens a little. “She isn’t happy. She hasn’t been happy, and we both knew it. I just… I didn’t think this would happen. I know she wants me around more- wanted me around, I suppose. Lately, most of our fights have been about work. Haley wanted me to leave the BAU, the Bureau if it came down to it, and I refused. And I can’t blame her for wanting a normal life, or wanting me to work at a 9 to 5, but… I can’t do that.”

His monologue has shaken every remaining ounce of grogginess out of your system. Aaron so rarely opens up, especially about personal matters. Listening to him talk like this, you could go all night long without a cup of coffee.

Come to think of it, coffee is a really good idea. Standing up, you give him a small, sympathetic smile. “I’m just going to make us some coffee. You look like you need it.”

The open-concept design means that you only move a few feet away to get to the coffeemaker in the kitchen, and you look over at Aaron as you scoop grounds into the basket. “Why can’t you leave the BAU?” Your question is soft, not accusatory.

He hears your tone, the general curiosity, and sighs. “When I was a lawyer, I prosecuted dozens of murder cases. By the time they reached my desk, it always felt like it was too late. And I wanted to, uh… stop them, before they got to my desk. We see a lot of things, you know? Jack… I don’t want him growing up in a world like this, with serial killers around every corner. I want to make the world a safer place for him. I suppose I thought that… I thought that because I’m doing it for my family, that would make it… easier for her to deal with.”

By the time Aaron finishes speaking, you’re handing him a cup of coffee. It’s sweetened with a bit of sugar and some cream; he usually drinks it black, but you know he considers any other kind of coffee to be a treat. If there’s ever been a time for him to deserve a treat, it’s now.

“You’re a good dad,” you tell him as you sink back down onto the couch with a mug of your own. “I know that you and Haley might have different ideas about what parenting should look like, but… you’re doing this because you love him. You want to protect him, and keep him safe and innocent. That doesn’t make you a monster for missing bedtime.”

It’s silent for a long moment; the only sound is both of you sipping your coffees, and then Aaron hums quietly. “I just… I never want him to know what kind of people are out there. He’s a little kid. I’m supposed to be there to tell him that there isn’t a monster under his bed. Instead, I spent his birthday in Mississippi looking for a guy who hunts his victims by actually hiding under their beds. I can’t blame Haley for being upset with me.”

You’re still trying to think of a response to that when he speaks again. His voice softens now, and when you glance over he looks away quickly. It’s not quick enough, and you still make note of the tears in his eyes that he’s obviously trying to hide. “We’ve been together since high school, you know. Graduation, college, law school… all of it.”

“I had no idea,” you murmur. You knew that Aaron and his wife were together for a long time, obviously. But to be together since high school? That’s a hefty chunk of time; it’s more than half as long as he’s been alive. “I’m sorry, Aaron. I… I can’t even imagine how you feel.”

“If it helps, neither can I. I don’t… I have no clue how I feel,” he admits, setting down the coffee cup. His gaze is still averted, but you can see the tears shining in his eyes. “Things haven’t been great for a while, and I know that. I’m not an idiot. But she’s always been there by my side, always. And now… she won’t be there, anymore.” His voice breaks a little on the last word, and it just… breaks your heart, all over again.

When you speak, it’s a little more tentative. Between his strict professionalism in the office and the reason for this impromptu 4 AM visit, you’re worried that you might be crossing some sort of line here. He’s got a wife at home; technically, he’s still married. That, and the reason for your offer is more selfish than you care to admit. But you don’t mind that as much as you probably should. After a pause, you say it.

“You can say no, but… do you want a hug?” Even as you ask the question, you start to get to your feet. Maybe to give him easy access, or maybe just so you can busy yourself with the coffee mugs if he says no.

A soft ‘oof’ escapes you when Aaron gets to his feet and hugs you tightly, like he’s just been waiting for you to ask. His arms wrap around your waist while your own come up to reach around him, rubbing his back gently in as reassuring of a manner as you can. Yes, your reason for this hug is selfish… It's selfish to take pride in the fact that you’re the one comforting him, reassuring him, and hopefully making him feel better.

You’re just about to let go – the guilt-ridden confliction of your emotions is almost too much to handle – when you feel and hear a sharp intake of breath against your shoulder, under your hand. It’s paired with the softest, most broken-sounding sob you can imagine. Aaron is trying to hold back that flood of emotion, that heartbreak that seems to surround him like it’s stuck alongside him inside an impenetrable bubble, and you tighten your grip on him a little.

“It’s okay,” you whisper, and you hope that you sound soothing. You hope that you can calm him, help him in some way. “You can let go, it’s okay. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”

Aaron doesn’t respond. He’s silent against you as his face presses into your shoulder, but his back moves under your hand when he takes in another deep, shuddering breath. It isn’t until he pulls away and lowers his head that you realize that the shoulder of your robe is soaked with tears that you couldn’t feel through the layers of fabric.

His head is still down, and he wipes at his face like he can’t stand to have tears running down it. “I’m sorry,” he says after a long moment, and he turns away altogether while he presumably collects himself. 

You allow him this privacy, this pseudo-solitude to wipe his face and straighten his posture and do whatever else he can to recover from his moment of sheer, sheer vulnerability. He’s starting to turn back by the time you say, “Don’t be. You’re hurting, Aaron. I want to be here for you, however I can be. If you want to talk about how much you miss her, and cry on my shoulder…” you shrug one of the aforementioned shoulders, a gesture meant to play off the tension of the moment, “Well, I’ve got two of them, so feel free. Whatever you need, okay? That’s a promise.”

With a little nod, Aaron wipes a hand under both eyes again. “I understand. I really appreciate it… I appreciate you. Just having you here, with me… it’s helped more than you know.”

A tight smile graces your face, and you pat his forearm as you step back. The coffee is starting to wear off, and you can feel the exhaustion down to your bones. It’s on his face too, in his eyes and the way they’re growing heavy with the need to sleep. “Of course. We can talk more in the morning, but I think for now you should try to get some sleep. Okay?”

Aaron straightens up, and you don’t miss the way his jaw flexes as he tries to suppress a yawn. “I think you’re right. Thank you, again.”

“There’s no need to thank me,” you promise, leading him down the hall towards the guest bedroom right next door to yours. “Just get some rest, and… tomorrow can wait. Everything else can wait, for now.”

“It can wait,” Aaron agrees with a solemn nod, his voice quiet. He thanks you once again before you step away from the door, listening to it shut before you turn off all the lights and return to your own bedroom.

By the time you slip under your blankets, you can hear soft snores floating through the shared wall. It’s still hard to tell if you’ve overstepped, or if you’ve crossed some sort of line tonight. But for now… Aaron might have Haley in his head, but he’s fast asleep in your guest bedroom. You’re going to support him through this next stage of his life. Whatever the next few weeks or months may bring, you’ll be there.

You aren’t going to change his mind on anything. If he wants to contest the divorce, you’ll be there for him. If he wants to do it amicably, you’ll ask how you can help. If he realizes somewhere along the way that you could be the one for him, you certainly won’t argue.

You’ve already waited without hope for years. If he winds up single then maybe, just maybe, he’ll think of you in a new light one day. And if not… maybe you can just pretend he will, for tonight.

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The Bad Batch Episode 13 Watch Thoughts

Spoilers (duh)

Dafuq mustache

I cry she’s back in the prison greys

She’s so big compared to the kiddos

She’s not acknowledging the straw Lula? Ope nevermind she is

The way Eva mimicked O-mee-ga even though she doesn’t have an accent 🥹

Baryn!!!!!

Rampart being pissy lol

Ugh Hunter’s voice is so hot

Hondo? ECHO!!

Get him Crosshair

YES 😂😭 that had to be the line the trolls creators were talking about with delivery

Bruh Rampart being a whiny lil bitch “This is a captain’s uniform” 😭 I can’t

“I’d like to believe you” oh damn got her

Oh she’s good

Loving Omega with her prison shank hidden in her sleeve

‘Specimens’ BITCH WHO TF ARE YOU

I just noticed how similar Emerie’s glasses are to the visor on Tech’s helmet

Fuck I love Omega so much. SHE IS HUNTER’S DAUGHTER

Their paint is gone 🥺

They’re so over Rampart PLEASE 😂😭

Okay but the blackout armor is kinda… fanartists I'm looking at you

PLEASE the way that Imperial officer towers over Hunter 😭

"Iss-ewe" Rampart is so funny

Their armor is so distinct I think it’s so funny they thought taking the paint off would do anything. (It’s giving Marvel baseball cap and sunglasses disguise)

Please the lil face Rampart made when Hunter stunned the data guard and Crosshair shoved him into the room 😂

Wrecker just clocking that guy

Echo getting to solo ARC Trooper again 🥹

Woah that was a cool aerial shot of Tantiss into the vault

Why did I think Echo was going to steal a Stormtrooper's armor?

Stopppp Echo is going up the droid chute? Echo went up the droid chute.

Wrecker wearing the guys hat I’m deaddddd his little smile when he gave it back to him

Oh please please please let this work

ECHO IS NOT A DROID

Crosshair trusting in Echo, his team. When he told Rampart to relax it didn’t even sound snarky, it sounded like genuine reassurance.

Rampart was the one that said the line "Abort the mission."

Okay but husband with the "...Negative..." take me now

YESSS YES IT WORKED

OH my god this is probably my favorite episode of the season so far. Things have been really heavy with the overarching plot so I feel like we needed a little bit of a breather.

The creators did so well balancing the script for this one between the humor, the tension (especially at the end of 'will they attach on time') It almost felt like a callback to how a TCW episode would be balanced.

I'm relieved to know they literally just took the paint off their armor to 'blend in' (which were they really?) But I've been stressing all season that something horrible was the reason for them scrubbing the paint off.

I needed this episode, we all needed this episode to have some action and progression in the overarching plot with some good humor. Not the only two (three) things missing.

WHO IS CX-2?? (It's Tech. I won't be taking notes)

Give me wet rat Hunter (episode-whatever did not count)

Crosshair and Omega Hug

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TBB s3 ep13 THOUGHTS!!

Starting off with a sunny shot of Tantiss seems like a good omen

I probably just jinxed it huh?

Omega🥺🥺🥺

Poor baby

But they get toys

EVA TELLING OMEGA ABOUT THE DOLL

ECHOOOOOOOO

“You really think we can trust that hydrosnake?”

“I can hear you.”

Bitch is bitching about the Captains uniform like he hasn’t been wearing prison pj’s for two episodes

Oh? Omega snuck a weapon?

Smart girl

Omega is there for what? One day? Two? And she already has a plan to get them all out

The boys will finally find tantiss only for her to stand on a pile of rubble with a blaster and the other kids around her like “oh you finally made it?”

Echo stripping their armour from all colour pls this is making me so sad🥲

Like I know it’s just for infiltration but idk, their armour losing it’s individuality is feeling like a BAD omen to me

“That’s ’do your thing, sir.’”

“I don’t think so.”

Bro really just wants to get punched in the face, huh?

“Where is your captain?”

“Uh… … … captaining?”

👏👏👏👏👏

showstopping

truly

I’ve been laughing at this for 2 minutes straight

The comedic timing was *chef’s kiss*

see I knew Wrecker was gonna beat the shit out of him

Honestly Rampart is the most whiny little bitch I’ve ever seen

Like JESUS CHRIST just shut your mouth

Like he’s complaining about EVERYTHING like he has a say?

Hate to break it to you buddy, but YOU DONT

YOURE JUST PISSING PEOPLE OFF

That sequence of Echo sneaking aboard was 10/10

Fucking droid vacuum? LOVE IT

“Bout time.”

While wearing the guys hat HAHAHAHAHAH

WOW

JUST IN TIME

I was SO SURE that it would go wrong again

Honestly since Cross missed the shot I’ve been scared

I mean, I knew Omega was gonna make it out, but I wasn’t so sure about the rest of the batch

Honestly for a second there I was like “Jup, this is it. The moment we lose Echo.”

BUT THANK FUCK HE MADE IT

Yo besties, this one was a rollercoaster

I mean I had a good time but I went through a lot of emotions there phew 😮‍💨

So does this mean that Cross can kill Rampart now? Because they don’t need him anymore, right?

Also, I love that Echo is back, but again, I AM SO SAD REX ISN’T WITH HIM! Because if Rex isn’t in this episode, then he probably won’t be in the next two either. Like I was really hoping we were past the “let Rex show up in ONE (1) arc per season, somewhere mid-season” thing. Like I was hoping we were gonna actually tie him into the story so that the torch for “clone centric animation show” could be passed to him and now I’m less optimistic.

I mean, anything can happen still but… we have two episodes left and somehow we still don’t quite know what the deal is with Omega’s blood and M-count, she still needs to escape, we still don’t know who clone X is, and we somehow need to find a conclusion for the batch AND the clone rebellion that explains their absence in future storylines without being rushed and… that’s,,,, A LOT?

In conclusion, I am very confused and scared and I’d like to go home now pls (by which I mean the batch should get to go back to Pabu with ALL THE OTHER CLONES IN TBE GALAXY and have a nice little life🥺)

anyways see you next week! hahahaha🥲

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I'm here to share my warrior cats au. this is a very very long ask so sorry and if I'm missing anyone lmk but I'm pretty sure I got everyone

thunderclan - TDI original

Owen - oakstar (previously oakmouth)

Gwen - bramblevole (deputy)

Noah - newtspike (medicine cat, HATES his job and refuses to get his own herbs)

Alejandro - eelshine (he was a stray visiting but he ended up staying. his name went to al -> eel -> eelshine)

DJ - dapplejump

heather - duskheather

Bridgette - leafwave

Ezekiel - Zeke ( kittypet who is horribly, horribly lost)

Izzy - frecklehawk

Trent - troutsong

Courtney - eaglecreek

Eva - evefight

Cody - cloverslip

sierra - sandpaw (actually one of the oldest in the clan, noone has given her a warrior ceremony yet. Cody is her begrudging mentor)

justin - juniperface

Harold - houndleg

leshawna - lavenderfire

Tyler - tanglestep

Lindsay - lizardshimmer

Beth - birchbush

Katie - kitecloud

Sadie - silvercloud

Geoff - goldenhail

Duncan - duskclaw

windclan - TDI 2023

Priya - puddlestar (previously puddlestone)

Bowie - ivyberry (deputy)

Julia - snakeshell (medcat, absolutely bitch to everyone)

Raj - riverowl

Wayne - willowsnow

Millie - cricketspirit

chase - runninghare

zee - squirrelbird

ripper - raggedbrook

Emma - emberviolet (this is a reference to the song by hole btw)

axel - amberfight

nichelle - nectarbright

Caleb - cedarpelt

scary girl/Lauren - lakebone or scary shecat

mk - mousekite

Damien - daisymist

Riverclan - roti the radioactivity is just pollution. nothing too bad things are just a little more weird than the other clans

lightning - lightningstar (previously lightningpelt. he got struck by lightning once when he was an apprentice and has burn marks down his back)

Cameron - smallmaple (deputy)

dawn - dawnblossom (medicine cat)

scott - dirtfang

Dakota/dakotazoid - "kittypet" that keeps visiting the clan when she was young and eventually she grew up into a "massive monster". she's actually a borzoi

Zoey - shyrose

mike - mudstrike

Anne Maria - applemoth

jo - jumpsmoke

brick - stonerunner

Sam - streamclaw

b - beaverdusk

staci - softmouth

shadowclan - pi

Shane - rottenstar (previously sheeptalon, but he got hit by a car on his way to get his nine lives and got revived prematurely. he's been terrified of other cats getting revived ever since)

sky - skystep (deputy)

Leonard - leapswirl (medicine cat, generic medcat magic but also Tammy is a kittypet who lives in a smarthouse and he thinks he's magic bc of it)

jasmine - tallmagpie

Amy - applewish

Sammy - snailwish (snapplewish)

Scarlett - blazesnake

sugar - sweetjay

Ella - songfeather

Dave - driftwhisker (previous kittypet, he's the only one that knows what a smarthouse is. he also doesn't know that medcats are magic)

Rodney - mooseheart

beardo - stray that lives in an old music shop

max - darkwind

Topher - gopherlight

don, Chris and chef are the only two cats anyone can see in starclan. noone knows why and noone questions it. they don't even have warrior names, just don, Chris and chef. blaineley is in the dark forest.

also all the rr characters that aren't already mentioned are kittypets/strays. crimson and enuui are two kittypets who live in the same apartment block. the cops are the two cats that the police keep in the precinct. Brody is a cat that visits thunderclan with Geoff sometimes.

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TPP HADESTOWN AU PART 4

ANOTHA ONE. i am so sorry guys, but the muse has possessed me and i literally cannot stop writing. this is no longer a flash fic. i am now a slave to the au. this time will be a direct continuation of part 3 because honestly i wanted to keep writing that but i also just wanted to post it so consider this a kind of part 2 to part 3 if that makes sense

tpp mutuals come get your juice!!! @smidgen-of-hotboy @ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @urjover @one-joe-spoopy @waters-and-the-wilde

when he said his name, juno heard it.

ringing in the background like the hum of a crystal wine glass.

the song.

when peter nureyev said his name, the song echoed with it.

"your name has the same melody," juno breathed, eye wide and searching for some kind of answers on the face of this strange, beautiful man. how could his name have the song of spring laced through it?

nureyev shot him a sideways look and took a sip of his drink. "so. what do you do for a living, lady who's going to marry me?" he questioned, leaning back in his chair and looking juno over with a gaze he could only describe as skeptical.

"oh! well, I work here at the bar with rita. she's over there. but you've met her already so I don't know why I'm introducing her."

rita gave a friendly wave from her perch behind the bar.

"I also, um. I, uh. I sing. sometimes. not all the time. i'm not bad at it. typically when I do sing, someone will give me a couple bucks. it's nice. oh, and uh, I can play guitar too, but I haven't done it in years, and to be honest, I don't really want to-"

nureyev cut juno off, looking away disinterestedly and downing the rest of his drink. "that's nice. so you're like all the other bar workers in existence. that doesn't exactly sound like something I'd want to marry."

suddenly, the butterflies that had been gradually building in juno's stomach began to unexpectedly drop dead.

"heyyyyyyy, that's not very nice, mista nureyev. mista steel isn't like all the otha ladies you eva met! he's a very supa awesome lady who I love workin' with and-oh oh oh! mista steel! you GOTTA tell him about that song you're workin' on! it's so pretty! and important! I'm sure mista nureyev would LOVE to hear about that!" rita cried, bounding off the bar and hustling over to deliver another drink to the table.

"oh, uh, yeah! I'm working on this song to bring spring back again," juno said, feeling mildly embarrassed that rita brought it up with this man who was still basically a total stranger. "it's not done, honestly, it needs a lot of work. but, when i'm finished with it, it will hopefully fix.....everything."

"wait just a moment." nureyev's brow furrowed and juno's stomach twisted at the sight. even when he was skeptical and defensive and bone-tired, he was still so damn attractive. gods, what juno wouldn't give to just kiss him right now- focus, steel, he's trying to talk to you-

"so you say this song will bring spring back again?"

"yup! at least it should."

"that's...." nureyev placed a finger over his lips in thought. "I haven't seen a proper spring in at least a decade, maybe more. the world has been so wrong in recent years... I shudder to think where it would all end up without the return of warmer weather."

"well, that's the idea with the song. I want to fix it. all of it. when the song is done it should put the world back on track. more sunshine, springs, falls, rain and flowers. you know. all the stuff that's just sort of been missing. maybe you could help me out with it!" juno grinned a bit sheepishly.

"and why would I want to help?" his eyes were cold, almost as cold as the biting wind and frost outside, but juno thought he saw the beginning of a thaw at the edges of his facade.

"because, mista nureyev. he's real good at makin' people feel like life is worth livin' again with that music of his. also, he makes the BEST chocolate cake i've eva had! and frannie agrees with me!" rita chimed in, cleaning the bar top as best she could with her short stature.

juno snorted involuntarily, marveling at rita's ability to constantly be focused on food. "it's true, I won a local competition a few years back for that cake."

nureyev's face had half a smile on it now, and the butterflies in juno's stomach turned into a hurricane.

"so you can make people feel alive again? that's quite a gift, juno. but what else can you offer me?"

"huh?"

"say, for example, if we were to get married. who would pay for the wedding rings? times have been hard, and gold is scarce. how would you do it?"

juno thought for a moment. "the rivers. they've got plenty of gold in them, and if my song works, they'll give it all to us for wedding rings."

nureyev's eyes glinted with something juno suspected was either curiosity or suspicion.

"what about a wedding feast? or a bed? good food and better beds are hard to come by these days. what would you do about that, juno?"

"the trees would take care of the wedding feast, and the birds would take care of the bed."

"with your song." nureyev cocked an eyebrow as though it was a question.

"well, yeah, of course."

"you talk a lot about that song. why don't you sing it for me?"

a wave of panic stuttered through juno's mind. "I can't. I told you it's not finished."

"you said you wanted to take me home and marry me, is that true?

a sly smile crossed nureyev's face, and goddammit it only made juno want him even more. "yes," he breathed.

"then sing the song for me, juno."

juno hesitated, then nodded in spite of himself. he shouldn't be doing this, he knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't help it.

he was in love.

and lovers need the spring like a flower needs sunshine. so he'd sing the sunshine back for peter nureyev.

he stepped back, breathed in, and let the notes flow from him like water from a faucet. the song flooded the room, hitting the walls and rushing back to his ears in perfect harmonies, and for a moment, he was back in that wheat field with benten, strumming guitar as he danced like a pheonix rising from the ashes, spinning around and around and around like he was the center of the universe.

and then the song ended. and juno was back in a shitty roadside bar, holding a perfect dahlia in his left hand, with peter nureyev staring at him now, eyes wide and sparkling.

"that's...... you...... how did you do that?" nureyev asked quietly, standing from the table on unsteady legs and taking the dahlia to examine it with shaking hands.

"i didn't do that, the song did," juno muttered as nureyev gently touched the immaculate petals of the dahlia, still damp with dew. rita beamed at juno from the bar and gave an overenthusiastic thumbs-up. juno just rolled his eyes again.

peter nureyev looked at him then, all of the previous frostiness gone from his eyes and something like amazement and love and hope spilling through them.

juno decided that he liked it when he looked like that. it made him feel like he really could fix the whole damn world with that song of his.

nureyev seemed to come to some sort of conclusion and slipped the dahlia into the buttonhole of his traveling coat. "so, what time does your shift end, my dear juno?"

juno thought for a minute. "uhhhh, the bar closes around 10. why?"

his eyes gleamed like a pair of stars as a smile twinkled on his lips. "didn't you say you were going to marry me?"

[pikapikablog]

(I just took someone's passion and it fueled me to this/j Anyways)

Wakfu x Cat Member Reader;

-Cat reader joins the gang and everything, Reader is a cat so no romance, Reader is a brown and white tuxedo cat with a mystery collar with a moon and sun pendent on it-

Angst

Honestly I believe Yugo originally brought you into the group randomly and you just decided to stay and no one had really mind it much making you an official member of the group.

You liked Adamai the most out of everyone at first and then when the fight happens and the group splits you were taken in with Dally and his wife Eva cue endless chaos and you becoming an unpaid baby sitter for their brats and all, practically the oldest since you were technically adopted first

You mostly nap around and don't go out much when the break in happened you tried to quickly get the kids to safety unfortunately you underestimated the enemy and your favorite of the group was a traitor it broke your heart too before they could go and kidnap their daughter Elely you quickly jumped in making a shield to protect the two of them

It broke when Adamai hit it and it flung all of you back as they took Eva and Flopin, you weren't all that injured but you did have the fall and was limping a bit coming to check in on them seeing Dally dead (technically) it was even more heart breaking and you had curled around them trying to keep them warm

After the group reunites to fight Oppro and everything you begin to find out and the devastating truth and everything but you didn't want to bring in more helping them each turn the best you can while breathing a bit heavier not that anyone noticed or anything but Ruel's pet which you shooed away for it coming too close to you at times.

It was daunting watching everyone falling apart and tension rising it became more harder not to cave in but you passed it all finally able to help aid in battle against Oppro using what little strength you had left to witness Eva and Dally last child be formally welcomed unfortunately you couldn't hold on much longer after the said war and a soft Boop to the children's head you unfortunately passed on leaving your memories and your collar behind

Yugo;

He was so guilty crying over your limp body blaming himself silently his hands clenching your fur but you weren't reacting at all it set dawn on him that you were gone and not coming back it made him deny it all this wasn't happening you'd be back and happy, you will wake up soon.

But you never did

Amelia;

She covers her mouth in horror looking over at you it was eating her up inside slowly as you laid there knowing you'd never wake up to annoy her like how you used to always do something silly along the way

How she wishes for those times again

Dally;

Losing a friend after having his son was heartbreaking just like how you were there for them and their two first you won't be there for his last one he could only chuckled sadly brushing your fur

"I hope you do well wherever your soul decides to travel, we'll miss you for sure."

Eva;

You were a companion she sought comfort and guidance many times and maybe you were that little therapist she had you were like that for her children too and she loved that, she missed you, she wished you were here now, she missed how you'd jump up on high places near her and just watch curiously as she does her thing before her children made some ruckus prompting you to go and see what's it's about

She wishes this was all a bad dream.

Adamai;

Guilt and regret came in full fold his only interaction was hitting you away when you tried to protect Elely and Dally meaning his last moments were not on good notes with you or anything he could only silently look down at you and wish you'd have a safe journey

He wished he could have said how sorry he was

Ruel;

Honestly it was a slight connection, who am I kidding you two were treasure buddies you always brought back stray karmas to him being proud when he took it and praised how you were his luck charm in becoming rich, he felt moments like that were to short, he wipes a tear from his eye

"Be safe on the road there, hope you won't miss me too much"

Elely;

You were her best friend and big sister always hitting her when she did something wrong or maybe glaring at her when she unintentionally threw a Snowball at you when you were all nice and cozy ending up with you chasing her and you both laying by the fireplace after she got the cold from her adventure

She promised she was going to be strong one day and she'll keep that promise

Flopin;

He no longer felt the same reading books without you looking over his shoulder or maybe laying close as he pets you and you purr softly, he knew that many times you'd just listen as he rants on about new things and inventions and you'd meow as if answering him back

He just wished he could talk to you again

Goultard;

Even though you both maybe didn't have much interaction he saw that you were a good warrior you earned the respect from him for you, he wished he had more interactions with you

You seemed really cool

Rublix;

Maybe in a way he'd say he *supposedly* missed you but only he knows that he felt that he was missing something when your sudden departure took place he'd only him softly

"I always knew you were a fleabag with a fancy collar, damn cat."

[imagining-in-the-margins]

Spencer POV Fic Recs [SFW]

Hey friends! Someone requested recommendations for SFW fics from Spencer Reid’s POV. I’ve collected all the fics me and the lovely people of my Discord could find. I hope this helps!

GN!Reader Fluff

Spoonful of Sugar by @reidgraygubler: Spencer stays home from work to take care of his partner, who’s sick with the flu.

Kiss Them, Or Keep Them by @/reidgraygubler: Spencer loses his best friend, but has a secret gift to bring them back.

GN!Reader Angst

Better Off Without Me by @sassymoon: This is the end of a relationship that was the best thing he ever had, and it’s time to say goodbye.

Week From Hell by @/reidgraygubler: Spencer has one hell of a week after he has nightmares and a close call on a case.

Fem!Reader Fluff

Java Jive by me: Spencer and Emily take a break at the local coffee shop and she makes an understandable mistake about barista Reader and Spencer’s relationship.

Pumpkin by me: Spencer can’t handle how cute Reader’s southern accent is.

Serendipitous by me: Spencer’s pretty sure Penelope mixed up his blind date.

Prickly Pear by me: Reader tries to hide her body hair from Spencer. It doesn’t end well.

Not Your Backup by me: Spencer!POV. Following JJ’s confession, Spencer admits she’s more like a sister to him. Spencer and JJ argue about JJ’s unwarranted jealousy of his girlfriend.

Impromptu 3AM Meeting by @andiebeaword: Spencer learns the woman he’s falling for has a teenage daughter.

Side by Side by @foxy-eva: Spencer is mesmerized by Reader on their first date and is surprised that she apparently feels the same way about him.

Different Dialects by me: Autistic!Reader. Spencer is trying to tell Reader he likes her, but it feels like they speak entirely different languages.

Funny Thing Fate by me: Autistic!Reader is tipsy and lost in D.C. when she spots a man she thinks might be able to help.

Porcelain by me: Autistic!Reader has a meltdown in the cafe. Luckily, there is a Dr. Reid nearby.

Baggage Claim by me: Autistic!Reader is having a hard time at the airport.

Act Your Age by me: Platonic. Reader was recently released from being held hostage for several years, and for whatever reason, she’s taken a liking to Spencer.

You are My Destiny by @/reidgraygubler: Spencer meets a girl at a club. She convinces Spencer to dance with her.

Look at My Son by @/reidgraygubler: Spencer has a heart to heart with his newborn son while his wife sleeps.

Buttercup Bakery by @/reidgraygubler: Spencer meets the woman of his dreams at JJ and Will’s wedding, but misses the chance to get her number.

Lonely Moonlight by @/reidgraygubler: Spencer left his partner and ends up regretting it.

Fem!Reader Angst

Rib Cage by me: Spencer realizes Reader is the one, but it might be too late. He has to find her.

Forbidden Fruit by me: When Professor Reid falls in love with a student, he learns why Adam choked on the Forbidden Fruit.

Passing in the Night by me: Spencer learns about Reader’s feelings too late and loses his own battle as a result.

I Won By Loving You by @sassymoon: Reader is terminally ill and is saying goodbye to her loved one.

If I Could See Me Now by @andiebeaword: Spencer hits his head. Next thing he knows, he’s talking to himself … from 15 years ago.

Handle with Care by @foxy-eva: Spencer tries to be there for his wife after a traumatic experience.

Partial POV

Defining Family by me: [Fem, fluff] Spencer finds out he’s a dad… to a twelve year old girl. Your twelve year old girl, who just broke into the FBI.

Dead Air by me: [Fem, fluff] Professor Reid is hesitant to be a guest on his old student’s true crime video series, but is surprised to find it’s not so bad.

Moonlight by me: [Fem, Angst] Spencer tells Reader’s boyfriend how she really feels.

Sleepless in Quantico by @/andiebeaword: [Fem, fluff] Spencer is a widower. His son wants him to be happy. Spencer’s son and his therapist conspire to get him on a radio show to talk through his grief. Reader is one of the listeners. 

A Lettered Confession by @/andiebeaword: [Fem, Angst] Spencer is in love with Reader. He confesses his feelings through a letter.

Everything I Want and More by @/andiebeaword: [Fem, Angst] Spencer believes that Reader is head over heels for another guy. He has no idea the guy she’s in love with is actually him.

No Expectations by @/andiebeaword: Reader is in love with Reid. He’s fallen for a woman named Maeve. While trying to save her, Reader makes a choice.

Wanna See Something Beautiful? by @/andiebeaword: [Fem, Angst] Spencer has been in prison for months now. After he chose to take her name off the visitor’s log, Reader decides to start writing Spencer letters. Eventually, he writes her back.

Wish I Could Take it All Back by @/andiebeaword: [Fem, Angst] Spencer gets his usual coffee, only to follow the girl to an NA meeting

[droughtofapathy]

"Welcome to the Theatre": Diary of a Broadway Baby

The Great Gatsby

April 27, 2024 | Broadway | Broadway Theatre | Evening | Musical | Original | 2H 30M

All the sparkly costumes and grandiose set pieces can't disguise this show's intellectually and musically filthy core. With a creative team that seems to have missed the entire point of Fitzgerald's book, Bad Gatsby is a Vegas spectacle best suited to theme parks and audiences bereft of critical thought. I have no loyalty to the source material. As a lesbian, I didn't much care for the book and its protagonist who seems disinterested in women, and spent pages waxing poetry about the male physique. But even I know it's a classic brimming with intellectual nuance, while this production is anything but. The relationship between Gatsby and Nick is now only ever a passing acquaintance, rather than the very foundation. The show's aggressive heterosexuality sees Nick and Jordan (a forcibly-feminized, pick-me girlboss type) romping about as Gatsby and Daisy, somehow even duller than the book (and how was that ever possible?) sing power ballads at and about each other that say nothing, and move the plot even less.

This adaptation of the beloved classic novel gleefully excises any and all purpose. Nick's idolization and homoerotic love for Gatsby drives the book's narrative. Here, he's doing basically nothing. My kingdom for a dramaturg who seems to actually like and understand the book, rather than someone who just wants to capitalize on it being newly public-domain. Why, oh why, do people keep adapting classics they clearly do not like? I don't like Gatsby, so I'd never bother to write a musical adaptation of it.

And speaking of music, it's ill-suited to both the period and the story. Everything is all contemporary pop ballad, and as someone who doesn't care about or know much of Jeremy Jordan, it's not working. Perhaps it's my blatant lesbianism and pretentious disregard for the allure of youth, but he's never seemed overly remarkable. He's a white male tenor. There are fifteen-thousand who look and sound just like him. But from the constant shrieking up in the mezzanine, you'd have thought the Beatles had come back for a one-night-only reunion. Thankfully, in my front side-orchestra section, I was surrounded by older patrons who politely clapped and refrained from any such screaming. Also, Jeremy Jordan's accent is all over the place, and I can't imagine why.

The shallow production that sits in the (possibly cursed, at this point) Broadway Theatre, has been robbed of its social commentary, its purpose, its depth. The characters are caricatures, the subtext is spelled out on a chalkboard (A song entitled "The Green Light"???) and is in some fascinating way, a meta commentary in and of itself. A massive budget allows for not one, but two working cars to drive around on stage. The glitz and glam blinded the creatives to anything...creative.

And don't even get me started on the baffling decision to cast a Mexican-Asian woman as Daisy, the quintessential image of white privilege. What are we saying by having Eva Noblezada in that role? It's such a thankless role that it's not like her talents are being utilized. And her character is so weak and dull, even more so than the book itself. And she's out here doing a hit-and-run, and yet we're just gonna...gloss right over that, I guess? And Nick's disgusted by Jordan saying they shouldn't tell the police what they know, but then immediately goes to plead with Gatsby to get out of town? Having done no work in the show to justify this loyalty, it's just inconsistency.

Also, and now I'm just jumping around to things I didn't like, the scene where Gatsby gets shot is staged so that Wilson is pointing and shooting that gun right at the front right orchestra section. And staring down the barrel of a gun is not what I want to be doing on a Saturday evening at 10:30 p.m. He shoots that thing twice while pointed at the audience, and no thanks.

Anyway, the Florence Welch Gatsby is at the ART now, so let's hope that one actually understands the damn book.

Verdict: Someone Put This Dumpster Fire Out

A Note on Ratings