#i love the chance to infodump yay yay yay

[fallenclan]

Ohhhh Ravenstar's pissing off StarClan... And what a cool tradition, though I can understand why the leader picks in canon. Still, that's unique of FallenClan, why'd that start?

out of canon, it exists because i wanted fallenclan to have some interesting differences from the wc books. out of canon, i think it started because Nettlestem (Fallenclan's first deputy) wanted to pick her own successor, rather than let Scorchstar pick (even though they probably both would have picked Goldenflare/star). at first she just did it because it was a position that meant a lot to her and she didn't want it to be filled by someone that she personally thought wouldn't do a good job. but it would have become tradition along the line when thought about a little more. it ensured that the leader wouldn't have too much power (cough ravenstar cough) and would be kept in check by their warriors and second in command, distributing the power that the leader holds more evenly (cough ravenstar cough).

also, in fallenclan, retiring is a time for celebration! a lot of cats dont make it to retiring age, so when they get the opportunity to quietly take on less duties, it's something to be happy about. this applies to retiring from being a warrior, of course, but even more so to being a deputy. Deputies have a lot of responsibility and they have to work hard to maintain their position and keep the clan safe, with the added responsibility of keeping an eye on the leader to make sure they stay healthy and with the clan's best interests in mind. cough ravenstar cough. So when a deputy retires, choosing their successor is something like their Last Duty. Passing on the mantle. "I protected the clan for a long time, and now I trust You to do the same". It's a huge honor.

for Ravenstar to throw that tradition aside is disrespectful and frankly vile. A lot of the meaning behind it (mainly the keeping the leader in check part) has been lost to time, so probably a lot of the clan wont think much of it (he's pretty young for a leader, of course he has new and fresh ideas!), but some of the older cats or cats more deeply ingrained in clan politics will probably recognize this as the massive red flag it is. but i guess we'll just have to see :)

[c0tards--s0luti0n]

hello. i have been plagued by evil alex thoughts, so you too shall listen to them. ^_^

so context. in the second to last episode of the show, one of the group, gert, sacrifices herself to defeat the bad guy ( who's morgana le fay btw. idk) and so her boyfriend, chase, becomes deadset on solving time travel to bring her back. he loved her to the point of invention or wtv (line from show).

anyway, ten years later, he does it and he solves time travel!!! yay. here's where my boy comes in. he and chase worked on time trav together over the years. but at some point during those ten years, someone in the group tries to kill alex. and bro's alr been going through some shit and that was the final straw. (i can tell more abt whay happened to him if you wanna hear!!), so he becomes set in revenge. well, less revenge and more guaranteeing his own survival.

and so when they finally crack it, he steals the time watch and goes back in time to kill nico, the one who brought them all together after gert's death, so that none of them get the chance to kill him. however, chase follows him and when alex finds out nico can use her powers without the staff, meaning he did not stand a chance, he runs.

chase from the future explains to nico and the others who grouped together what happened. so they tie up alex. and go back in time to save gert.

btw alex is just like there. nico and karolina (exes in this timeline) are fighting, blah blah, and like. he looks so... how to explain. like he looks at them with care and like he doesn't really wanna hurt them. he loves them broooo his familyy. anyway

that's all i'm gonna say for now 👍 sorry for infodumping ^_^

swag !!!inch resting .... very inchresting writing down notes inmy notebook .interesting guy . Also never apologize 4 infodumping i heart listening they call me tbe listener for real

[galezellybelly]

Okay I see sparkledog but I raise you.. Sparklebat?

Also, I have no clue what a sparkledog is besides appearances so I'd love to hear about that if you'd be willing to info dump about it.

- @batsbolts-andfangs

AAAAAA YAY ok so basically “sparkledog” is a term used to describe “scene” aesthetics fursonas! basically a positive version of a mary sue, a lot of times early 2000s fursonas consisted of characters who were rainbow sparkle fairy princess wolves who can control lightning and change fur colors at will plus they have wings and are a tribreed (etc, etc) and that kinda became a style a lot of people do on purpose! most common term is “sparkledog” cuz the characters were usually wolves (the trademark 2000s emo scene kid creature) but the terms has adapted and now can cover a wide variety of species, all of which can use the umbrella “sparklefurs” (so you could 100% have a sparklebat that would be amazing) most designs consist of eye-strain-worthy colors and mashed up patterns + colorful accessories! also known as cringefurs, weirdfurs, or even tripfurs (ive heard that last one like. one time but i think we should use it more)

there’s also a subcategory of sparklefurs that focus on being more emo/grunge and are usually darker colors with bright accents, i think theres a name for this i can’t remember lmao

all of this is /pos btw i fucking LOVE sparklefurs they are my LIFE

in short, a sparklefur/sparkledog is a term used commonly in the furry community to describe a style of fursona born from early 2000s emo/scene culture!

(thank you for the chance to infodump srry about the wall of text 😭)

[vocalsynthrecs]

i saw your adachi rei posts and i just need to infodump and give clarifications,, basically that guy (Missile) on twitter whos building a robot is her creator!! Missile has built a miku robot in the past, but this time he wanted to built a completely original robot that can stand and sing. thus adachi rei was born. but of course - she need a voice, so he developed her voice bank without any humans sampling, based purely on sin and cosine wavelengths. Up till now he's made amazing progress, the full body with bending joints as well as her outfit that he sowed by hand!! that's why in adachi rei songs and arts you'll see such a big emphasis on her being a robot as well as a scientist creator . thank you for listening (unrelated but your blog is such a delight, to see people still passionate about vocaloid songs in particular, and so supportive of smaller producers.... incredible <3)

omg thank you for this ask!

i’ve seen that miku robot before, i had no idea adachi rei’s creator made her and that the adachi rei robot was BY her creator!!

i made that adachi rei shill recommendation because when i wrote it, picodo and adachi rei were still niche but their music blew up between the post being posted and me queue’ing it. thank you for taking it seriously despite the dissonance !!

i knew she was made of sine waves but didn’t know her lore so i really appreciate this!

and thank you!! i love the vocaloid community and i love music!! i post songs i love and songs that i simply found enjoyable even if they were show stopping because everyone deserves a chance to be appreciated and have support! i love small creators and big creators, i’m just happy i get to share all parts of the community and so grateful when i get submissions for songs i’ve never heard before!! i wish it was easier for me to acess non-english speaking vocaloid community because i’m sure there’s amazing covers and song and content in french and arabic and korean and portugese and etc etc!! i just love the community and want everyone to see all the cool stuff everyone makes

i’m grateful to have nice followers like you that enjoy seeing new content and trying to support others !! idk, wahoo!! yay! thanks for sending this nice ask

[aweisz]

Anonymously asking the people I follow to infodump about something that makes them happy part 13?

(I like giving people the chance to talk about their favorite things and it does me a learn)

nothing makes me happy anymore i love my depression it's turning five years old today 🥳🥳

but i can infodump about (one of?) my favourite musical(s?) le rouge et le noir based on stendhal's eponymous novel

a short summary— the mc is a massive loser and an edgelord (napoleon fan) who wants to be the next napoleon so he has an affair with his employers wife (and gets sent to a seminary because of that but its too dull for him and he discovers that he probably can't climb the social ladder that way (its not pictured in the musical)) then he gets sent to paris to work as a secretary or something where he promptly falls in love has a useful connection with his employers daughter. then more shit happens he shoots his first employers wife and gets executed for that

the musical has a really good soundtrack and the main actor has such a whiny voice that suits the character and the only bad part is that the album has left a lot of songs out. but there's a comparatively good recording of the whole thing with english subtitles on youtube

i read the first half of the novel (so everything before the mc was sent off to paris) and oooh. he is such a teenage edgelord istg. but the religious ruminations were interesting to read. and that whole era in history is pretty fun. yay

THE MC'S ACTOR ALSO HAS AN EP BTW i like it a normal amount

that's all bye

[spectaclespencer]

P.H. // Part 3; Need To Know

Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

A/N; Chapter 3!! Yay! I will not lie I got kind of lazy and burnt out when I finally got to the smut scene, and for that I am sorry. I’ll make it up to you guys with a future chapter.

Summary; Reader can’t get her mind off of Spencer, which causes distractions at work. Until one day when he catches on.

Category; Smut (Minors DNI!!!)

Content Warnings; Swearing, Kissing, Mentions of masturbation, Unprotected sex, Fingering, Oral (Male receiving), Drinking, Mentions of being shot, Kinda Sub!Spencer, Virgin!Spencer (but not by the end of it)

Word Count; 7.2k

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‘Wanna know what it's like (like)

Baby, show me what it's like (like)

I don't really got no type (type)

I just wanna fuck all night’

Spencer Reid. The object of my attraction, the man I fell harder for with every stolen glance I could manage to throw his way. I was obsessed, and that infatuation only grew stronger every day that I saw him at work.

When we went out to bars after cases we ended up in an inevitable game of Never Have I Ever like a bunch of high school kids. With Emily and Derek in the group it almost always turned sexual. It started with innocent things such as; Never have I ever kicked down a door -- to which Derek drinks. There were some targeted jabs, I got Spencer a few times when I brought up an activity I was certain he had done -- just to keep him involved.

However he never drank past that. He never took a sip when Emily made a sexual innuendo, or when she brought up one night stands, number of partners, most bizarre location to engage in intercourse. Nothing of the sort got him to break. I figured he was a private guy, never one to boast about his sexual experiences.

It was frustrating, to say the least. It got to the point where I couldn’t think about anyone but him. I couldn’t engage in any sexual activity without my mind shifting to him, the way he might slip his fingers in and out of me, or how skilled he was with his mouth instead of the person I dragged home. No other person could even begin to compare to the remedy I concocted in my mind. I didn’t have any information to base my fantasies on, either.

I had it bad. So bad, that at one point I spilled hot coffee all over myself in the breakroom over the littlest interaction.

Spencer came in just after me, mumbling a small hello before reaching to grab a mug for himself. In the process of doing so his shirt rode up, exposing a small expanse of his lower stomach that had me sputtering as I clumsily missed my cup and instead poured the coffee all over the counter. It ran down and soaked through my pants; yet it wasn’t nearly as hot as the way I felt on the inside.

I couldn’t help but wonder the noises he’d make if I were to suck dark purple marks across that plain of skin...or if anyone ever had before.

The small burn was a fine price to pay for my inappropriate thoughts.

Him being the sweet guy that he is, offered to help me clean up. This proposal ended up with him taking paper towels and patting down my thighs -- not realizing just how suggestive the action looked to me.

“Sorry,” He whispered, looking up at my face from his position below me. He was kneeling on one knee, with a hand planted firmly on the outside of my thigh. His voice was soft yet raspy, and oh how I let my mind wander.

“Not your fault,” I said quickly, and borderline ran out the door before he could protest or add anything on.

I headed straight to the bathroom to wash my face, try and stop the effect he had on me from becoming too physical.

If I got that worked up over a small piece of skin showing, nothing could have prepared me for the first night we shared a hotel room.

I was in shambles all night, ever since the moment Hotch handed me a room card and explained we needed to double up.

Emily usually roomed with JJ, Hotch and Rossi got their own, and Derek refuses to bunk with Spencer -- if he could avoid it. Much to my luck, this time he did because Garcia was needed for this case, meaning she and Derek would be sharing.

Leaving me with Spencer.

I stood there helpless, eyes burning a hole into the place that Hotch was previously standing. I was panicking on the inside, my body going into fight or flight mode as I went through scenarios in my head.

I was 99% sure I would be embarrassing myself tonight.

“Hey,” Spencer said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I jumped and shrieked a little bit, and slapped a hand over my heart. “Oh my god, Reid. You scared me.”

“Sorry,” he laughed. “Sorry I didn’t mean to.”

“It’s okay.”

He nodded, eventually realizing that he was still indeed touching my shoulder. He dropped his arm, only to bring his hand back up to rub over his chin.

My eyes darted down to it, watching at the way his veins stood out. It wasn’t the first time I admired them, there were moments when he was going over maps with two fingers where I wondered what they would feel like on my-

“____?”

“What?” I asked, a little too loud for the setting.

“Did you hear me?”

“No, sorry.”

“I said we should go inside,” he laughed softly, trying to sooth the tension.

I agreed, stepping past him to start walking to our room. I opened the door with trembling hands, wondering just how hard the following nights at the hotel would be.

“I’m gonna go see Emily and JJ. Ask if they wanna go to the bar,” I said quickly, throwing my bag down just inside the door.

“Oh. Okay. Have fun! Don’t stay out too late. You should get a full night’s sleep.”

“I won’t be long. Don’t wait up!” I called, not looking back to see him before half jogging out of the room.

-----

“I cannot go back in there.”

“Oh, because of your little crush,” Emily laughed, much too loud for the early hours of the morning.

Clearly Spencer’s advice about coming back early didn’t plant itself in my head.

“Yes, because of that,” I confirmed. I was staring down at my drink, wallowing in self pity. It was too awkward to even step foot in there, I’m sure just by the sight of him I’d explode.

“What is it about him that gets you hot and heavy?” JJ teased. “No shame, just curious.”

I fake laughed, ignoring her question.

Everything he did was so intoxicating. Even the most mundane things got my blood pumping hard. Each time he let a small gasp through his lips or when he would whisper to himself, a shockwave went through me, igniting a fire deep inside that was near impossible to put out.

But he was so oblivious. He hadn’t a single idea of the effect he had on me. And that was the most frustrating part.

The first time I noticed my extreme attraction to him was shortly after I joined the team, it was only the third or fourth case I’d had with them. Spencer and I walked to a coffee shop to grab some for everyone, and on the way back he was infodumping.

About what, I can’t remember, for I was too fixated on the way his hands wrapped around his cup as he talked. He’d wave it around, and in doing so his fingers would trace little patterns onto the outside of it. I didn't mean to stare, I just got distracted.

I started noticing more little things after that.

Like the way he licked his lips while deep in thought, his mind consuming him to the point where he looked so concentrated and determined. It was hot, to put it simply. I wanted nothing more for him to be licking my lips, to feel him take such care with my body.

He had always been attractive in my eyes, the young boy was nothing but pretty. Even when his hair was shorter and he gelled it back, pairing the look with his glasses -- that he unfortunately wore less often nowadays.

It was nearly painful to be around him all day every day. My head would constantly be spinning with anxiety, only causing more and more headaches to present themselves. It was like a punishment, one I certainly deserved for the tasteful thoughts I had during work hours.

My crush went from an innocent little thing, to full fledged fascination.

‘I just been fantasizin' (size)

And we got a lotta time (time)

Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe)’

Avoiding him as much as I could seemed like a decent plan at the time. If I kept my interactions low, I could distract myself with other things, and not focus on the way his lips pursed as I conversed with him. I raced up more time staring at his mouth rather than completing actual work by my six month stay at the BAU.

“I’m so fucked,” I nodded, coming to a bit of peace with my downfall.

“Well, you could be. If you told him how you feel,” JJ encouraged.

“No way in hell,” I protested, shooting my head up to make eye contact with her.

“____, there is a very, very high chance he feels the same. And if he doesn’t -- which he does -- he’s too sweet to let that impact your friendship.”

“We hardly even have a friendship. Whenever he tries to talk to me I end up running away. He probably thinks I hate him or something. He probably wants nothing to do with me.”

No objection from Emily or JJ there.

“What’s the worst that could happen?” Emily asked, changing the pace of the conversation.

“He never speaks to me again. I die of embarrassment.”

“You’re both adults, ____.”

“We are 27!” I shook my head, exasperated. “I hardly even feel like one sometimes.”

“27, exactly. I’m sure by now Reid has gained some experience with talking to women. You’ll be fine.”

“I have absolutely no way of knowing how things will go.”

“Just give him little tests,” JJ suggested. “Like touch him. On the shoulders, compliment him more, really go up to him and make a move. That way if he doesn’t feel the same you can play it off as being platonic.”

I groaned and rested my head on the table dramatically. “You both kinda suck at advice. What am I supposed to do? Waltz into our shared room and confess my love for him? Ask him desperately to dick me down?”

Even though I definitely wanted to.

They laughed at that, saying they were going to bed and wished me luck. Emily advised I should try and ‘get some’ from somebody else, and maybe that would take my mind off of things.

After stalling some more I eventually made my way back to the hotel room, hoping that Spencer was already asleep so I wouldn’t have to face him. But once again, luck wasn’t in my favour.

“Hi,” he spoke softly from his bed.

“Why are you still awake?” I asked, trying my best to stifle a yawn. I threw my sweater down on my bed, before grabbing my go-bag and retrieving my pyjamas from it. “It’s almost one in the morning.”

“I wanted to make sure you got back okay.”

“I told you not to wait up. Naughty boy,” I joked, finally turning my attention fully over to him.

Which could've been a mistake, based on the way you saw it.

He was dressed in flannel pants and a black t-shirt, along with his hair tied up that I’d failed to notice earlier. I froze at the sight, seeing the way his cheeks were dusted a slight red, and lips pink as ever.

His hair was tied up, and I almost dropped dead at the sight. I’d never seen it before. Sure, he sometimes wore an elastic band on his wrist during the work days but never have I seen him actually use one.

“I’m gonna shower and then head to bed,” I said in an effort to keep my voice steady.

He didn’t respond, only turning his head back to the book that was in his hand.

Thankfully when I returned he was asleep, meaning I didn’t have to see him before bed.

The next day was torturous. I couldn’t get the image of him out of my head. The view of him so relaxed on his bed was ethereal, the soft glow of the lamp hand illuminated his skin in all the right places. Did he pull his hair back often? Did he casually sit at home with it up? How did he look in different angles or positions? Are there other things he wears or does that I haven’t seen?

The image was just so domestic that I couldn't stop thinking about it even if I wanted to.

I was afraid to fall asleep, in fear that my dream may turn adventurous. Quitting my job and moving to a new city seems more preferable than having a sex dream about your coworker while they were in the room.

I was hyper aware of every move he made, always keeping tabs on him in the back of my mind so we wouldn’t accidentally run into each other.

Apparently when I was paying attention on how not to see him, I failed to notice how he had filled out recently. He wore looser pants in the past, ones that didn’t allow much shape to show through.

The next day at the precinct I was in for a surprise though, one that was sure to make me fall to my knees.

And I would have, if it wasn’t for the fact I was already seated in a chair.

Spencer walked in clad in pants that were far too tight to be appropriate for work. Or maybe I was overreacting.

“Jesus Christ,” I muttered under my breath, soaking in his appearance of the day.

It was hot outside, so he decided not to wear his usual vest and tie combo, choosing instead just a white pattern button up and grey tie.

I heard Emily snicker beside me, which earned her a light kick in the calf to shut her up. She got up then, winking at me dramatically before leaving the room to presumably go check in with Derek.

“Hey ____, can you come here for a sec?”

I got up without a word, and walked over to the other side of the room where he was standing at the map hung up.

He went off about the unsub’s possible comfort zone -- things that I’d need him to repeat later because I wasn’t fully listening,

I stayed leaning against the table, just two feet behind him which gave me a perfect view of just how tight those pants really were. They hugged his hips deliciously, I wanted nothing more than to rip them off in that moment. I nodded along dumbly, changing my sight from his ass to his back, to his toned arms that were shown off from him rolling up his sleeves.

It was a fair sight, I don’t really think I could be blamed for staring.

A few weeks after that he got a haircut. His longer curls were gone -- yet not forgotten -- and were replaced with a mop of messy waves that framed his face perfectly.

It was like a new blow to my stomach every time I got used to the change.

“New haircut?” I asked the obvious on the first day back from a long weekend.

“Yeah...thought I should change it up,” Spencer replied, picking up his coffee mug to make himself a cup.

I nodded, the room settling in a short silence.

“Do you not like it?”

“No!” I exclaimed, Spencer furrowing his brows in response. “I mean, yes. I do like it. Sorry.”

“Oh, okay,” he laughed. “Thank you.”

“You could pull off any hairstyle, trust me,” I said, before walking back to my desk.

People that we met seemed to feel the same, because he got stopped more often at bars and at shops that were needed to visit. People would give him their numbers, leaving him a blushing mess. It got obnoxious, to the point where I was at my breaking point. My shoulders were always slumped, and my forehead creased with jealousy.

I stayed closer to him when the team went out, in an effort to get other girls to stop making moves on him.

They hadn’t noticed his beauty before, why should they get the privilege to advance on him now?

It was selfish, really. It may have been good for his self-confidence, but not so good for my own feelings.

I made sure to compliment him more often, telling him I liked his sweater vests, and ‘oh my Doctor Reid, is that a new tie?’ It was a win-win really, for both of us. I was building up my comfort level with him, and he knew that I did not, in fact, despise him.

When Spencer got shot on a case a few weeks later, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to show him that I care about him.

It was an easy job, since the bullet only semi-grazed his shoulder blade. Only needed deep cleaning once a night, for a few weeks so it wouldn’t get infected.

“Fuck,” he breathed with a groan, one that sent shivers throughout my veins.

“Sorry,” I answered quickly, keeping my gaze on the task at hand and not on his face that was just so close to mine.

Here I was in Spencer’s apartment, in his bathroom, helping him clean off his wound.

“I’m sorry but you need to stop moving, it’s just making things worse,” I explained.

“It hurts!”

“I’m sure it does! But I can’t do an effective job in cleaning it if you keep thrashing around like that.”

I saw him pout, and lower his head. The gears in his brain were turning, trying to come up with a possible solution.

“You’re going to need to hold me down.”

“What?!”

“I’m not gonna be able to stop moving,” he said, looking over his shoulder to where I was sitting behind him on the floor. “Come on.”

He stood up and left the room, gesturing for me to follow. And I did, collecting the supplies I’d need as he led me over to his living room.

Before I could protest he removed his shirt fully -- not like how it was bunched up by his neck previously.

I stopped in my tracks, eyes taking in every inch of skin that he freed. He was lean, as I predicted, but still toned in areas.

Spencer laid on his stomach down on the couch, motioning for me to come beside him.

“Get on my back.”

“Are you insane?”

“____,” he pleaded, looking up at me. His arms were crossed by his head, he was using them as a makeshift pillow. “I just want this to be over as fast as it can be.”

Right.

“Okay,” I agreed, and began to place my materials down on the coffee table to my right. I then swung a leg over his lower back, straddling him just how I’d imagine doing so before -- only the other way around. “Is this okay?”

He hummed, digging his face as far into the fabric of the couch as he could.

‘I got a lotta new tricks for you, baby

Just sayin' I'm flexible (I will)’

I took that as a yes, and poured some of the disinfectant onto a swab. Bracing myself with a hand on his other shoulder to pin him down firmly he shivered, breath shaking ever so slightly. I tried to catch him off guard with the swab, choosing a random time to press it into his wound.

He was definitely surprised, because he whined loudly into his hands and clenched all of the muscles in his back.

I couldn’t help but wonder if he made similar noises during other activities…

“Just a minute more,” I soothed him, running my free hand over the smooth skin of his back, doing my best to calm him down.

His breathing only became heavier, and was nearly shaking from the burn. I felt bad, having to see him go through this but I’d be lying if it wasn’t doing things to me. I couldn’t help but get a little bit excited when I got the chance to be near him, to be closer than we had ever been before.

It was intense, I was almost sure he could feel my arousal through the fabric of my pants and underwear.

I was an awful person.

Going home that night to sleep was a struggle. I felt guilty, for using his pain for my perverse temptations. Yet as soon as my fingers were buried inside myself I couldn’t stop myself from imagining him above me. The way he might sound, spewing out similar noises that I’d experienced earlier that were still fresh in my brain.

I wasn’t proud of it, and I thought every one of our interactions after that would be even harder.

Going back to work seemed fully impossible, I didn’t have any hope in myself to stay useful while he was parading around, completely oblivious to the effect he had on me. I became more sexually frustrated every day. It was nearly infuriating to see a look of innocence plastered on his face, meanwhile he would do things that made me go crazy.

‘Wanna know what it's like (like)

Baby, show me what it's like (like)

I don't really got no type (type)

I just wanna fuck all night’

“Penelope, I think I might die soon if I don’t get laid,” I said, rapidly opening the door to her cave.

“____-”

“No, I’m serious. I can’t get my mind off of-”

I stopped in my tracks, finally noticing the presence I hadn’t already accounted for.

Spencer sat in a chair to my left, just out of view that you couldn’t see him if you didn’t turn your head. He was in the middle of bringing a chip up to his mouth, but was stopped mid-air with his mouth hanging open.

“Sorry,” he said, scrambling up fast, bumping into things as he collected his satchel with shaky hands. “Sorry I’ll go.”

The door shut with a slam, and left Penelope and I in silence.

“Well, fuck,” I whispered, earning a booming laugh from her. “It’s not funny.”

“It is funny. It’s hilarious,” she giggled, doing a little spin on her chair.

I groaned, and sat down beside her on the edge of her desk.

“Maybe now he’ll make a move on you.”

“Oh shut up,” I slapped her arm, beginning to laugh along with her. “If he was avoiding me before, I’m sure he’ll never speak to me again.”

Ever since I helped Spencer with his injury the first time he’d been semi ignoring me, not trying to actively partake in conversation. We only talked when necessary, but didn’t exchange any extra words when I came over for an hour to help him with his wound.

I was almost happy about that, it meant I didn’t have to embarrassingly throw myself at him all day long.

I was perfectly fine admiring him from a distance, just how I’d done so for years.

However, there was a part of me that was rightfully sad. Did I cross a line, or make him feel uncomfortable? Maybe from spending so much time together recently he gathered I really wasn’t that interesting.

“Don’t say that,” Penelope frowned.

“Why not? It’s the truth,” I shrugged.

“Why don’t you just tell him how you feel?”

“How I feel?”

“Don’t even try and wedge your way out of it. Emily told me, don’t be mad,” she said, with the sweetest look on her face that I couldn’t be upset.

“Bitch,” I playfully mumbled.

“Besides you literally were about to say that you can’t get your mind off of him.”

“Uh, no, I was not. I was going to say someone. A general someone. Not Reid.”

She hummed, turning back to her screen to finish up some work Hotch had sent her to do.

“Okay fine. Pen, I’m gonna die. It’s insufferable. I can’t handle it anymore.”

“That’s exactly why you should tell him!” She encouraged excitedly, always a swooner for young love.

“I would scare him. He’s probably scared of me, actually.”

“Oh come on, I’m sure his little virgin heart can take it.”

“What?” I asked, suddenly giving her all my attention. “Virgin? Is he seriously a virgin?”

“I don’t know, truly. I just kinda figured. He doesn’t talk about anyone or anything to do with sex.”

I nodded. That makes sense. With him radiating pure sex appeal in my eyes, the thought never even crossed my mind that he might be a virgin.

But that just made it all the more exciting.

“But hey, if he’s really a 27 year old virgin I’m sure he’s extremely horny,” she laughed.

“We are at work. Let’s calm it down before I actually combust,” I shook my head.

My palms were sweating at the very thought of him doing anything remotely sexual -- which I thought about a lot. Surely he’s had to at least...taken care of himself. I’m sure it was a gorgeous sight, his hand wrapped firmly around his dick and face contorted in nothing but pleasure.

My thoughts were interrupted by none other than the man himself, who barged into the room to say we were taking off for a case in 30.

The flight there was quiet and boring, we left at night so there wasn’t so much we could do when we got there besides head up to our hotel.

“We’re sharing a room,” Spencer said, walking over to me from where he was previously with Derek.

I was standing in front of the vending machine, doing my very best to not eavesdrop on the mens’ conversation, which was only taking place about 20 feet away. Spencer was speaking in a hushed yet agitated tone, and Derek was matching his energy. It seemed they were bickering, but about what I didn’t know.

“Says who?” I panicked.

“Uhh...Hotch did.”

Great.

“Oh. Alright,” I followed him down the hallway, our room was the last one at the end.

I waited for him to open the door, and when he stepped out of the way to let me inside I brushed past him.

When I turned around Spencer was standing there blocking my path, causing me to bump into his chest.

“Hello...” I said confused, taking a step back.

“I…”

“What?” I asked, furrowing my eyebrows. “Spencer what are you doing?”

He didn’t answer with words, instead reaching up to push a piece of hair out of my face. My breath hitched at the contact, sending me into a short frenzy on the inside. He was inching closer, now his body was getting just close enough so that I could feel the heat radiating off of him. He was glancing back and forth between my eyes, searching my face for an expression of discomfort.

He didn’t find any.

“I was talking with Derek. About you,” he whispered. “He said you’ve been coming on to me.”

My heart nearly missed a beat at his words.

“I've noticed your odd behaviour, you don’t act the way you do with anyone else on the team. You run away from me, and at first I thought you just didn’t like me, but now...I think it’s the opposite. I see the way you look at me, you know.”

“And how do I look at you?” I questioned nervously.

“Like you want me. Tell me. Who were you talking about earlier today? Who exactly can’t get your mind off of?”

I paused, eyes almost bulging out of my head at the implication.

“If I'm reading this wrong, let me know. We can pretend this never happened.”

“Get on the bed and take your clothes off.”

He did just that, moving beside me to shove his pants down his legs, followed by ripping off his shirt, as I did the same. We couldn’t take our eyes off of each other, too busy drinking in our appearances to think straight. He sat down on the edge of the bed in just his underwear, and spread his legs just wide enough to give me space to stand between them.

“Tell me what you want.” he breathed, watching me as I walked towards him.

“You,” I answered simply, climbing into his lap and connecting my mouth was his. “All of you.”

He didn’t protest, only doing quite the opposite. He moaned greedily into my mouth, sucking every last bit of life out of me. He was hungry in his movements, not allowing for a single beat of fresh air for either of us. I was more than happy to return the energy, for I’ve dreamt for too long about what he might taste like. And it wasn’t disappointing, the sensation was far better than I could have ever cooked up in my head.

After a minute he became impatient, and started bucking his hips up to meet mine. I did the same, grinding down on his hardening dick that felt...impressive to say the least.

“I’ve thought about you for so long,” I spoke against his lips, taking a break between kisses.

He groaned back at me, moving his hands from my cheeks down to my hips to hold me flush against himself. He whimpered when I was fully against him, he had to break away to keep his breathing somewhat managed.

“Please, I need you so bad. I’ve thought about you too.”

“What exactly did you think about?” I asked quietly, trailing kisses all across his face, and then started heading down his jaw and neck.

“L-lots of stuff.”

“Tell me,” I demanded, looking up at him from my new position kneeling on the floor. “Please, tell me.”

I brought a hand up to his boxers, ghosting just over his bulge while remaining eye contact.

“Everything. All of you. ____, Please.”

‘You're exciting, boy, come find me

Your eyes told me, "Girl, come ride me"’

“Let me do something first,” I said, pushing against his stomach to encourage him to lie back on the bed. He did so, propping himself up on his forearms to look down at me.

He watched my every move, not a second was missed by his eyes that stayed locked onto my form. I dropped my head down to kiss across his left thigh, and toyed with the waistband of his underwear with my right hand.

He was so vocal, and I hadn’t even done anything yet. I knew we had all night, but I’d waited too long for this to take my time.

‘And we got a lotta time (time)

Baby, come throw the pipe (pipe)’

I pulled his underwear down just enough to reveal his dick hard and red as it stood up against his stomach.

“You don’t...have to,” Spencer stopped me before I could carry on.

“Do you not want me to?”

“It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?”

“It’s just…” He stopped, and bit his lip while staring off to one of the walls.

“Has anyone ever done this with you before?” I asked, almost unsure of whether or not I wanted the answer.

“Done what...exactly?” he asked, refusing to look back at me. His cheeks were red in embarrassment, and he was too focused on the distance to see the wave of excitement that flashed over my face.

“Spencer,” I said sharply, prompting him to turn his attention back to me. “Are you a virgin?”

His lack of answer told me enough. He blushed impossibly deeper, and started squirming in place. Just as he was about to speak up for himself I stopped him with, “That’s so fucking hot.”

“What?”

I climbed back up his body, just far enough so that I could grab his jaw in my hand and pull him down to meet my lips. It was even more hungry and passionate than the previous ones we shared, full of such fire I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to kiss anyone else ever again.

“You’re so sexy,” I moaned, hot and needy into his mouth.

He was good, which wasn’t unexpected from my end. His lips were always so plump and pink, they just had to be semi skilled.

“Thank you,” he replied, in a typical Spencer Reid fashion.

“Do you want to stop? Or keep going? Take a minute and think about it. I don’t want to pressure you,” I reassured him, but on the inside I was begging for him to want to continue.

He pulled back for a second, running a hand over the back of my head to keep me from going too far. His eyes were closed, focusing only on his breathing as he thought about his answer.

“I want to keep going. Please,” he decided on, nodding his head. “I just, I dunno, didn’t expect to get this far tonight.”

“Believe me, neither did I,” I smirked, smashing my lips back against his and returning to my spot kneeling between his legs. I pushed him back harder than before, sending a small oof sound from his chest as his back hit the mattress.

“Has anyone ever touched you here?” I asked, finally wrapping my hand around his dick,

It only made sense that a pretty boy like him would have a pretty cock, too.

“O-only once,” he breathed, with his head thrown back. He was staring at the ceiling, staring at the dots to distract himself from the feeling and to not come too soon. “Long time ago.”

“If you need me to stop, tell me,” I said, before licking a broad strip up the underside of his dick.

I paused at the head, swirling my tongue around before continuing my mission back down around the other side. I kissed his base, leaving more near his hips. He whined positively -- probably feeling a little ticklish -- and I took that as a good sign to suck a deep purple mark there.

Just like I’d thought about doing months ago.

I left a few more just up to his belly button, marking him up with the intent to claim him as my own. He’d see those marks for the next few days, and every time he would think of me on my knees for him. I kept pumping him in my hand as I did so, and every time I groaned into his skin his dick twitched with appreciation.

“Oh god,” Spencer moaned as I took him into my mouth unexpectedly, bunching up the sheets in his hands beside his hips.

I looked up to see him now staring down at me, jaw slacked and panting heavily. The sight was enough to elicit a moan from my own mouth, which led to him fluttering his eyes shut at the vibrations that shot through his body.

“Stop, stop!”

“What’s wrong?” I asked worriedly, immediately pulling up.

“Nothing, I just really want to feel you and I don’t think I can last much longer.”

Understandable.

I wasn’t expecting him to last long anyways, I just simply wanted him inside me.

“Do you happen to have a condom?” He shook his head. “I’m clean and on the pill. We should be fine. Is that okay?”

He mumbled an ‘uh huh’ as he watched me stand up, as I pushed my underwear down my legs. He immediately reached out to me, bringing me back in and starting placing kisses across my stomach and hips, mirroring what I was doing to him earlier.

“Good, because if you don’t fuck me right now I think I might die.”

‘Yeah-yeah, oh-whoa-whoa (oh, ooh, mmm)

Baby, I need to know, mmm (yeah, need to know)’

He laughed lightheartedly, fixing himself to be sitting up near the headboard. In the process he kicked off his boxers fully, along with his socks.

I followed after him, not letting him stray too far from my reach.

“I heard that women take longer to, erm, get ready,” he muttered into my skin, hiding his face in my neck. “Let me help you?”

“Please,” I whimpered, though I knew I was far from unprepared. I reached behind myself to unclasp my bra, and as soon as it fell down my shoulders Spencer attached his mouth to my left nipple. “Please touch me.”

He moaned into me, bringing his hand down to my core to run his fingers through my folds. He let his middle breach me, moving so agonizingly slow before curling his finger up. I moaned loudly, letting my eyes shut and body fall slack against him. His free arm wrapped around my waist, giving me the support I needed to stay upright.

“So that’s your g-spot?” He grinned against my skin, and I’d be damned to admit it affected me way more than it should have. He sounded so innocent, so eager to learn.

“Uh-huh.”

He explored my skin greedily, brushing over every inch of my chest he could reach. His thrusts became faster every time he re-entered me, encouraged by the grunt that fell from my lips with each one.

“Have you ever done this with a girl before?”

“No,” he replied, moving from my breasts to my collarbone, leaving a dark purple mark in his path.

“Could've fooled me,” I felt him smile against my neck at the praise -- duly noted.

He flipped us over swiftly -- much to my surprise -- and continued with his actions on both my clit and entrance. I did my best to stay quiet, biting down on his shoulder to prevent any noises from leaking out to stop him from getting too cocky.

“Spencer,” I moaned, raking my fingernails up and down his back. “Stop. Please fuck me now, I’m ready.”

“Are you sure you want to? We can stop,” he reassured me in a voice that seemed far too innocent for the activities taking place.

“Spencer, I’m sure. I’m so fucking sure you have no idea.”

I was so turned on I could cry, the pure want running through my veins was starting to send panic signals throughout my whole body. Before I could beg him any further he replaced his fingers with his dick, catching me off guard. He ran the tip over me for a few seconds before gliding in easily, with little to no restriction at all.

“Ah!” I called, gripping onto his shoulder for dear life.

“I’m so sorry, oh my god did I hurt you?” Spencer asked frantically, removing his weight from me and tried sitting up.

“No. God please move, I need you so bad,” I pleaded, pulling him back down before he could get too far away.

He nodded. He started slow. So slowly that I wanted to scream and beg at the top of my lungs for more. However I was above giving him the satisfaction of that -- at least for now.

“You feel so good,” Spencer panted, hips shaking as he slid in and out at a torturous pace.

I pulled his lips back to mine for another kiss, drinking in everything he was willing to offer. I whined every time his body rubbed against my clit in a way that had my toes curling and eyes rolling back.

“This is so much better than I’ve imagined,” I moaned, breaking free from his mouth to lay back against the pillows. I wrapped my legs around his waist, aiding him with the speed of his thrusts. “Please, Spence, oh my god go harder.”

He moaned loudly, and lowered his head to my collarbone in an effort to muffle some of the noises he was letting out.

He followed my directions well -- and I took notes for the future.

The sounds of him bouncing off the walls was amplifying my pleasure to a new degree, it was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. His hips snapped forward impossibly faster, leaving him a whimpering mess above me. Our chests were pressed together, the sound of skin slapping and gliding over each other filled the dimly lit room.

“You’re doing so good for me,” I whispered into his neck, leaving open mouthed kisses here and there.

He moaned freely at all of the praise, and every time I urged him on he’d pick up his speed a little bit. He was now moving faster than I thought I could handle, slamming into me at the perfect angle.

I felt him everywhere. In my stomach, insides of my thighs, chest -- where he was now palming at one of my breasts -- and the crook of my neck. I hugged my arms around his middle to keep him locked against me, preventing his hips from heavily backing out.

“I’m really close,” He groaned, lifting his head to meet my eyes. “S-should I pull out now?”

“No,” I demanded, tightening my legs to keep him trapped. “Come inside me.”

He nodded with a particularly loud moan, and snaked one hand down my body to meet my clit. When I gave a sound of approval he quickened his wrist, rubbing me with just the right amount of pressure to send me closer to the edge.

He came with a final shout in my name, resting his full body weight against me as I rocked my him against him to help him through it. I finished soon after, at the feeling of him releasing himself in me. It was so warm, like a comforting blanket that overtook all of my senses.

It was possibly the best orgasm I’d ever had, it was so profound that I couldn’t see, or focus on anything else.

We laid there for a few minutes, my hand running through his hair and his ghosting up the side of my hip. It took a while for us both to catch our breaths, we were too immersed in the moment to break apart from one another.

“That was literally the best sex I’ve had in my life,” I breathed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Same, but I don’t have anything to compare it to,” Spencer replied, and we both laughed weakly.

“That was okay for you? Your first time? Not really the traditional approach.”

“It was perfect. I wouldn’t have asked for anything different,” he pulled himself up with a smile, before pulling out and flopping down beside me.

“But seriously,” I sat up, resting my head on my palm to get a better view of him. “I’ve never been so attracted to someone as I am with you.”

“____,” he blushed. “I-”

“No! No, let me finish. Please.”

He nodded for me to go ahead.

“Not only are you just insanely sweet and so charming, you’re so handsome. Like I can hardly even look at you half the time. You drive me insane, Spencer you have no idea. Holy fuck I’ve never wanted someone so bad before I met you. You’re intoxicating. I can’t get enough. I’ll cringe about this later but I just need you to know.”

“This may not be the most common way...but do you want to go out with me? L-like on a date?” Spencer asked. He was blushing so heavily, his chest was painted pink and ears were turned red.

“You just came inside of me and you’re nervous about asking me on a date.”

“____!” Spencer exclaimed, facepalming himself.

“Yes,” I grinned. “I’d love to go out with you.”

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[moonlit-tulip]

I'm absolutely loving the RS Economy posts!

Yay!

I expect that I'll write more in the future, but there's a decent chance it won't be for a while; the currently-written ones were written largely as repackagings of infodumps I'd previously given to friends verbally, such that I'd already done the hard work of "notice this thing is interesting and figure out how to summarize it while preserving that interestingness" and all I had left to do was the actual writing process. But now I'm out of previous infodumps to repackage, so future posts in the series are going to be bottlenecked on me going "hmm, this bit of the Runescape economy is cool, let's see if I can interestingly explain it to people" at things and then figuring out how to do the explanations.

[toko-writing-imagines]

Mikan, Ibuki, and Sonia with an s/o who has ADHD ~💜

My first request yay! @bestdanganronpaimagines have request some dr2 girls (of my choice) with an ADHD s/o.

Hopefully I portrayed the characters correctly- I'm still learning how to write them but this was still a fun idea to write about :>

【Mikan Tsumiki】

• As the Ultimate Nurse, Mikan actually knows quite a lot about ADHD and how it can affect someone's daily life

• Even with her prior knowledge she still asks you about your symptoms since everyone with ADHD is different

• She will also reminds you to take any medication if you are on any. Though if you aren't she will hesitantly try to offer some that could help

• Sometimes she finds herself having trouble keeping up with your hyperactivity at times but she knows you can't really help it

• In all she really does try to help and take care of you the best she can!

【Ibuki Mioda】

• The chances of Ibuki also having ADHD are huge

• With her mind bouncing from one thing to the next every second you never seem to find yourself bored

• So whenever Ibuki is planning on doing something she's always inviting you to join her!

• Ever find yourself hyperfixating on a certain music genre? So is she!

• She is someone you feel like you can really relate to, and you are very lucky to be dating her

【Sonia Nevermind】

• Okay when you first told her about it she was quite confused

• But once you explained it to her, she doesn't see you any less

• She does everything in her power to help you with it and understand it more

• Don't be afraid to infodump to her! She will always sit down and listen to you ramble on about something you love

• And if you seem to stim a lot, she doesn't mind at all! Heck, she'll even try to find some stim toys to gift you

❀•°•═══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ═══•°•❀

Yayay hopefully I did this request justice!! I was originally gonna add Peko but I couldn't think of anything so I had to scrap her part out-

Reminder that requests are still open!! But know I am kinda a slow writer so it may take a lil time to get done ^^

~ Mod Toko 💜

[bookswritinghappiness]

Title: The Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet • Series: Wayfarers (#1) Author: Becky Chambers • Number of Pages: 443 • Rating: 5/5 Published: July 29, 2014 • Read: June 16, 2019 - June 28, 2019

Goodreads Synopsis: Rosemary Harper doesn’t expect much when she joins the crew of the aging Wayfarer. While the patched-up ship has seen better days, it offers her a bed, a chance to explore the far-off corners of the galaxy, and most importantly, some distance from her past. An introspective young woman who learned early to keep to herself, she’s never met anyone remotely like the ship’s diverse crew, including Sissix, the exotic reptilian pilot, chatty engineers Kizzy and Jenks who keep the ship running, and Ashby, their noble captain.

Life aboard the Wayfarer is chaotic and crazy—exactly what Rosemary wants. It’s also about to get extremely dangerous when the crew is offered the job of a lifetime. Tunneling wormholes through space to a distant planet is definitely lucrative and will keep them comfortable for years. But risking her life wasn’t part of the plan. In the far reaches of deep space, the tiny Wayfarer crew will confront a host of unexpected mishaps and thrilling adventures that force them to depend on each other. To survive, Rosemary’s got to learn how to rely on this assortment of oddballs—an experience that teaches her about love and trust, and that having a family isn’t necessarily the worst thing in the universe.

My Review: Oh my gosh, I absolutely loved this book!! It’s not often that I read “adult” books — I had to go into the adult section of the library to find this one *shudders* (just kidding, it’s lovely down there), but I’m definitely glad I did. After reading a slow-paced book right before this one, this was exactly what I needed.

I loved everything about this book!! Even from Rosemary’s first interactions with the Wayfarer crew, I fell in love with every single character and I laughed out loud at their hilarious moments. I really enjoyed finding out about all of the characters’ backstories and the backstory of the world as a whole, especially as everything became especially important later on. I also really loved the message of tolerance that this book has — yay for interspecies spaceship crews!!

I really don’t read a lot of sci-fi compared to other genres because a lot of the time details go over my head, but this one kept everything relatively simple and focused more on the characters than the minute intricacies of space. I also really liked that instead of just infodumping everything at once, I learned about the different species and new technologies as Rosemary did, a little bit at a time as the information became relevant to whatever was happening on the Wayfarer.

Overall, I really loved this book — it made me laugh and it made me cry, and I never wanted it to end!! I highly highly recommend this one.

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[mistralrunner]

Running Reads Oathbringer: Part II.II

Spoilers for pages 371-409 ahead!

“As white as a sun at night” Idioms referencing Shadesmar?

Evi is channeling Eliza right now 

Look at where you are...would that be enough?

He will never be satisfied

I like Evi although I'm still suspicious that there's something more about her given Vasher's comments about Renarin's parent

"Like a blackness from the old stories. You live only by taking lives from others."

It's interesting what is being set up here, the darkness in humans being the likely greater enemy in a world where people want to believe the humans against evil narrative

At least Dalinar recognizes she deserves better and tries

How much of people overlooking Evi as not that smart was just because of her beliefs in the One

Ugh Gavilar bad husband Navani deserves better

Huh Evi brings up the Nightwatcher first...as a way to connect to the One? I guess that is a form of transforming oneself.

Ahhh Dalinar you did spare the kid aaaa

Also boo Gavilar boo for wanting a kid dead

And hmm Aona and Skai violated a pact? What pact?

Yes Lunamor pov with his full name to start

I'm glad we didn't leave the Shattered Plains entirely. Like Rock I've grown oddly fond of them.

Are there women training

Yes five scout ladies yes

I'm glad there's more than one too that really does help

Teft what are you doing you're supposed to be the reliable one

I like Rock’s respect to all spren

Ooh we finally see what he sees-a little into Shadesmar?

Ah Kaladin helping Hobber feels

I love the outside perceptions of Kaladin from Bridge Four

I love Kaladin and I love Bridge Four

It's really sad that even with magic powers Kaladin still might not be able to protect Bridge Four

Oh that makes sense as a way Rock moved from fourth to third brother why didn't I think of that

Aww Kaladin being there if Rock wants to talk about lost brothers

Heh Elhokar still wants a life changing road trip with Kaladin

Yes the Bridge Four Bridge was recovered

Where is Rlain? Is he training here

Aww he'd always been a cook

Not surprised the newcomers haven't managed to use Stormlight. They need more team bonding and Connection to have a chance.

Aww Renarin

Even Rock can't see Renarin's spren?

Renarin is Bridge Four. Bridge Four is greater than even the Windrunners.

Yes thank you for letting Renarin talk about his feelings

Yay Rlain's here but aww he's left out

I do feel strange about the Parshmen storyline essentially being dropped for the moment due to pov switch cause it is important

I love these interactions. I love Bridge Four

Ooo spren approach and watch

Please tell me they are good ones

Yay Syl!

Phew good ones I'm getting too nervous lately

Hehe they don't want to admit they were wrong to Syl

Spren drawing Stormlight huh

We kind of knew it could happen since Pattern was infused but this does make things more interesting

Especially after what Kaladin did with the Windspren

Okay the fact that Lopen can do the full Bridge Four salute makes me feel a little less weird about him regrowing his arm but still weird

Aww Lunamor's family

We need to introduce Bridge Four to snow forts

Something is wrong at the peaks? Concerning but not surprising given they're almost certainly Perpendicularities

Aww Rock was broken. They all were, it shouldn’t be surprising really, but still..

Oh Rock is technically first son now

Didn't think about that

The idea of Bridge runs being over makes me sad

They should fly with the bridge

Arrogant aren't you Shard? Given how Aona, Skai, Ati, Leras, and Tanavast ended up, I feel like Hoid made the right choice.

Are gemstones used in the visions used in real life?

Did we see this vision before? Why are these people fighting?

Pfft Dalinar frustrated the fragment of god into cursing

Dalinar: It's just a flesh wound! I've had worse!

So some humans did fight alongside the Voidbringers in the past

The Radiant’s a Stoneward?

Yep I was right.

So that's what Tension sort of does. That is pretty cool.

Yes Navani and Jasnah time thank you for mother daughter scholarship trip although a reunion scene between the two would have been nice

Regrowth devices? I wonder if that's what healed Szeth

Ladies on a scholarship trip I'm loving this

Navani acting like it's Middlefest cause ancient fabrials, Jasnah analyzing technology and timelines excellent

Aww Jasnah smiling

Yeah the recorded visions actually have done a lot of good. Like inspiring ladies to become lady knights. And scholarship too.

Ah Jasnah giving Dalinar advice on heresy XP

Thank you for Jasnah being a well written atheist who respects others’ right to believe 

"I don't need company to be confident."

I love Jasnah so much "/You/ decide how you are defined. Don't surrender that to them."

"No, none would think Jasnah emotionless if they'd witness that tearful reunion between mother and daughter." I’m glad for the confirmation that it was tearful and heartfelt, but if only we could have actually witnessed it Sanderson.

Rock that's burned, rock that's crushed, rock with holes, rock that's rippled, match the rock effect with the magic that caused it!

I do wonder where this battle took place

I do hope our final encounter isn't as sad as the Aharietiam although I also wouldn't expect it to be the polished and glorious heroics of songs at least not entirely

Oh hey the preface scene with the Honorblades. Or rather after it.

What are the Tranquiline Halls. And Damnation for that matter

You know you were in bad situation if even the Stormfather has somewhat accepted you breaking oaths. Poor Heralds.

Ooh yes please Stormfather please give exposition

Huh beings Invested enough that they could refuse to pass on so Cognitive Shadows or something else?

Parshmen have spren? Are spren? What?

Are all the spren of Odium born of Parshmen? Who is more in control in the Fused? Why can they command Surges as well?

Expositionnnn

Odium is sealed by Honor and Cultivation. Even still with Honor broken?

Oh that's what the Oathpact was. Sealing the spren of the dead into Damnation, wherever that was.

Oh that is messed up. An oath sealed by people who can break it, and Desolations begin when one person gives into the eternal torture and then they're hailed as Heralds and heroes when they're the ones who let the apocalypse come.

Taln took the torture of ten for far longer than they ever bore it before probably

Far far longer apparently yikes

I didn't realize the span between Desolations got that short. I always saw them as hundreds of years apart but a shorter and shorter span really explains why society fell apart that much.

What determines a Desolation's end though? All the Fused spren going back to Damnation? How do you keep track?

Poor Heralds

Huh I wonder how much being bonded plays into the Stormfather's increased understanding and forgiveness of the Heralds

I'm kind of curious about the layout of Damnation if the Heralds could hide and fight there

I have more feels about Taln than before. "The one who was not a king, scholar, or general" but who never gave in...and paid dearly for it. Four and a half millennia....

People are messy, broken heroes and traitors both

Heh took you long enough Dalinar to realize that guy was Taln and oh you lost track of him oh dear

Oh

That's bad

Really bad

Oathpact gone and Fused just regenerate in Everstorm

Oh that's bad

Not just the regenerating enemy

But the fact that it means that killing Fused will lead to un-Fused Parshmen getting possessed and losing themselves, thus restoring Fused

So some people might be prompted to decide to genocide the race they once enslaved to prevent Desolations...

Not good not good

What did happen to Taln’s Honorblade

Sorry Dalinar, you're not going to find Taln so easily

Unfortunately Stormfather by rule of narrative they're going to find out why the Radiants abandoned their oaths. I wonder if it has to do with what happens to a Radiant's soul after they die.

Let's hope there's enough character growth and healing that these broken people can withstand the truth when it eventually comes

I would be interested in locating the Heralds

I wonder if any Shardbearers we've seen are actually Heralds

It'd be hilarious if that assassin Jasnah considered using to kill Aesudan was one

Hmm so what was Cultivation doing to stop Odium cause this narrative has mostly centered on Honor related things

Still

I KNOW THINGS

I LOVE MYTHOLOGY INFODUMPS

[autistic-beshelar]

UNDERFLOOR HEATING WHAT THE SHIT

“other people have money” gettin real

all her friends are cute

‘wicked’ ... same tbh

woah he looked like a bassist i know for a second

NICE NICE

GOOD TUNE

what tine IS IT 

is it rondo capricciosso or

wish i could get me a moving van like that

big collars mostly

NO

DONT MAKE THAT FACE

HOW DARE YOU

‘i was like, what’s te catch?’ i love her

granddad lmoa

hes so cutee

guy: clearly flirting with bill

mum: you’re out of luck mate

shes showing her mum her room im gonna cry

its probably the doctor

‘i love chinese’ lmao

well thats creepy

lmao the prawn cracker

how do you get into the towe?YOU DONT.

was the tardis door open?

the doctor wouldnt leave it open surely?

‘im good at making friends’

LMAO HE LIKES LITTLE MIX

AWWW

awww

he’s sad

‘i was never inwith a chance, was i? awesome!# LMAO

rip paul

i liked him too

ohh i get it

the house eats people

;bc it doesn’t elp# i luv him

CALLED IT

bug!

oh so theyre like the vardi

‘well i can’t just call them lice, can i?’ that was so scottish omg

every 20- yeah

aww i liked him

‘your advanced age’ rude ho

oh nooo

‘everyone loves insects’

‘If you could save the one who brought you ininto this world, wouldn’t ou?’ oh gosh his face

OH GOSH BILL’S FACE

infodump then busk

that was so fucked up

AW YAY SCOTTISH GUY LIVES

AW YAY THEY ALL LIVES

‘are you being cheerful? i’m against cheerful’

 yeah fuck off nardole

a pianoooo

who’s in there if he put a piano

is it

IS IT

‘and lots of young people get eaten!’ ‘excited piano noises’ TELL ME IT’S HIM

IT’S HIM ISN’T IT!!! IT’S HIM!!!!