#maybe? tagging to be safe

[ducksbeloved]

i love adaine's flop dust mephits

[nebulo-philiac]

I find it incredibly hilarious that there's so much ship discourse in the gravity falls fandom regarding more controversial ships with people arguing shit like "alex hirsch would hate you" meanwhile-

He does not give 2 shits about any shipping discourse, like these are literally his responses to getting asked questions like this, please stop dragging him into this

[falimarcis]

We don’t talk enough about Marcille wearing elven clothes pre-canon. Falin would have died right then and there if she ever saw Marcille dressed like this

[cobaltfluff]

imagine being in love with your boyfriend RIVAL leading to such an elementary oversight

extra akiren :3c

[neoluca]

he's like a 50s housewife to me

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

What a lovely family portrait👨🏻‍👨🏻‍👦🏻🖼️

Enhanced image of A-Yuan's first sword flight.

[shepscapades]

Absolutely obsessed with @zhukzucraft’s Quadruple Life au/webcomic, it’s becoming a serious problem <3 something about the last update totally took me out, so I had to do a little doodle of Dapper Duo to get it out of my system :]

(also, the framing of the original panel image makes it look like the campfire smoke in the background is like. Coming from mumbo and it made me laugh so much that I had to include it in my doodle hehehe)

[kiisaes]

I'm literally ill

[kiwichils]

sweet nothings

average chilshi experience after that night

[arttsuka]

I find it really funny how Phineas looks nothing like his mother or any of his grandparents while Ferb looks very much like his father and exactly like his grandfather

Edit: I was in fact, wrong, he does look like his part of the family but all his features are on the extreme (except from his neck). Here

[sincerelybubbles]

a. hotchner x reader - crawling through your window

i saw someone post about their fav crawling through a window in the rain and the long-form spencer fic is rotting my brain so enjoy hotch crawling through your window <3

i don't think there are any warnings, lmk if that's wrong. also, not proof read, I am back to my usual bullshit

The knock on your door was probably easy to miss. You wouldn’t know, though, because you didn’t hear it.

You were in the kitchen, hunched over the counter, forehead pressed to the cool marble as you debated whether or not another cup of coffee would actually be helpful at this point or just make the buzzing in your head worse. The case had been brutal. Messy, exhausting, the kind that left shadows under everyone’s eyes and an ache in your bones that no amount of stretching could shake.

Nausea builds deep in your navel, a resounding sign that you need to go to sleep, and soon.

You had ignored your phone when it rang earlier. The thought of answering it, of extending your exhaustion into another conversation, had felt impossible. And now, lost in your haze of weariness, you missed the second attempt at contact.

It wasn’t until the faintest creak from somewhere inside your apartment—somewhere that shouldn’t have been occupied—reached your ears that you felt the first tendrils of alarm coil around your spine.

You straightened, heart picking up speed, blood surging in your veins as your mind catalogued the possible explanations. The locked door. The windows—

Your bedroom window had been cracked open to let the storm air in earlier.

And now, standing in the dim light of your apartment, soaked from head to toe, rainwater dripping onto your floor, stood Aaron Hotchner.

Your mouth opened, words tangling, tripping over each other, before settling on a very eloquent:

“What the—Aaron?”

His expression didn’t change. If anything, the faintest flicker of exasperation crossed his features, a barely-there pinch between his brows.

“The door was locked.”

A beat of silence.

You blinked.

“I—” You shook your head, taking a step back like that might help you process this. “Are you breaking into my apartment?”

He sighed, heavy, dripping water like a crime scene in your doorway. “You weren’t answering your phone.”

“…So you climbed through my window?”

“I took the fire escape.”

“Oh, well, that’s so much better.”

You stared at him, stunned, watching the way his soaked dress shirt clung to his arms, how his tie was askew, his hair darkened and sticking to his forehead from the rain. His jacket was nowhere to be seen, and he was standing there, entirely unbothered by the fact that he had just climbed into your apartment in the middle of a downpour like some kind of brooding, law-abiding criminal.

The absurdity of the situation was just shy of sending you into a laughing fit. Instead, you rubbed your hands down your face, exhausted in a way that felt almost separate from the case now.

“I can’t believe you,” you muttered, shaking your head as you finally moved, stepping around him to grab a towel from the hall closet.

When you turned back, he was still watching you, carefully, the way he always did—assessing, reading, cataloguing your reaction. The way you hadn’t been answering your phone. The way you were still drained, that bone-deep exhaustion sitting behind your eyes.

Aaron never failed to make you feel seen - for better or for worse. With your messy hair, smeared makeup, and stained sweats, you're not sure how you feel about the in-depth examination your boyfriend is currently giving you.

Aaron would never do anything to make you feel even remotely uncomfortable or ugly but self-consciousness creeps through you, anyway.

You shoved the towel at him.

“You’re actually insane,” you informed him.

He took it, finally moving to scrub some of the rain from his face and hair. “And you should answer your phone. You know, before I feel the need to crawl through your third-story apartment window to check on you.”

"You can just say you miss me, you know." Teasing him is easier with your back to him, planning on warming him up some tea - coffee was out of the question now that he's here, there's no chance he's letting you caffeinate yourself further.

"I missed you," Aaron says, arms snaking around your waist and nose settling in the curve where your shoulder and neck meet. "And I was worried. And I wanted to ask if I could spend the night before we're thrown back into work tomorrow. Is that wrong?"

Fluttering at the base of your stomach erupts instantly at the tone of his deep voice, tone open, honest, and raw.

"Someone's tired," you say, voice soft, hands reaching up to grasp at his forearms. It's not that Aaron isn't affectionate, far from it, but he usually goads into your teasing, resisting for the fun of the give and take. Instead, he's leaning his weight on you, breathing in your scent heavily.

He also climbed through your window to see you. There's that, too.

"Exhausted. And wet. And now so are you." With a flex you can feel through his soaked dress shirt, Aaron lifts you easily and begins walking backward into your room. "I think that means I'm entitled to a shower."

"Aaron!" You giggle out, leaning back against him in lieu of fighting. Your incredibly loving, handsome, and usually-stern boyfriend is carrying you to the shower - who are you to complain?

[ivyithink]

when your self-worth is tied intrinsically to your usefulness and your brain stops working :(

[hyephyep]

small moment i liked in murderbot ep 5. when leebeebee says she was brought along to do laundy. the presaux team all reacts in loud disdain at the idea of a survey group bringing someone along to do laundry, and leebeebee snaps at them that she can't study anything like they have while she's on indenture contract; of course she's doing laundry. the group is quick to clarify that they think she's fine, that there's nothing wrong with doing laundry, that it's the company and the system they're disgusted with.

i believe them about not having meant any ill will towards leebeebee. but that moment does remind me a lot of conversations ive seen a few times here on tumblr. where people look at underpaid, underrespected jobs, accurately see that there's a problem, but misunderstand where the problem is. they imagine a world where no one has to do "demeaning" jobs instead of a world where every job is respected and enough to live off of. not every housekeeper or sanitation worker dislikes their career. plenty of people are genuinely passionate about work in those fields; they need rights and wages, not to be pushed out into something else.

the problem with bringing an indentured worker along to do your laundry is that you have an indentured worker. while the presaux crew is able and happy to do their own laundry and cleaning, wanting to hire someone else to do it instead doesn't automatically make you cruel or exploitative. the indenture is what makes leebeebee's treatment wrong.

presaux accidentally making leebeebee feel looked down on for not having a more impressive job, when they were trying to do the opposite and be upset on her behalf, feels like a very real kind of clumsiness. they have their convictions and their broad beliefs. they're just stumbling over the reality of putting those ideals into practice. aside from gurathin, i assume they've only had to face these injustices in abstract, removed forms until now.

[glitter-stained]

Are the people who keep complaining that jason got away with what he did completely unscathed actually okay? Like, did we read the same comics? There's extremely little I can think of that didn't happen to Jason as "punishment"

like why are the people who want him to be punished forever not happy he is already getting punished forever what else do you want

[thecorvidforest]

Plurality Wrapped

This year you:

Fakeclaimed yourself 5,729 times

Accidentally discovered 92 trauma memories

Immediately forgot 92 trauma memories

Contradicted something a different headmate said 288 times

Almost outed yourself 45 times

Had littles spend all your money 67 times

Forgot what you were doing 2,890 times

Failed to mask as the host 176 times

Split who knows how many new headmates

Repeated the same story 39 times

Got jumpscared by your reflection 103 times

Your top moods this year:

Who the fuck am I

What if I’m secretly faking it

How long have I been standing here dissociating

I suddenly hate (current activity)

When did we split (headmate)???

[cinimuffin]