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amorechris · 1 year

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Brooklyn Baby

SUMMARY : After a case that hit close to you, not only were the victims paper copy of you, and you had taken on a very heated standoff with the unsub. When you all return to quantico you are greeted with another case, however your boss seems to have a soft spot for you.

PROMPT : "I need a good cry and a shower. So give me like half an hour and then we go kick some ass."

WARNINGS : fluff, mentions of bau gore, cuteness, bau fluff, and more of the cutest fluff, comfort, bad humor

YOU TRUTHFULLY DIDN'T KNOW HOW YOU HADN'T BROKE DOWN, the team didn't either. The case was tuff for you as these victims were a clear lead to who he was really after, you. You had to admit the man was clever, he had picked a state you did college in and did murders there to lure you out there back to your home, Brooklyn. From there things got worse by the minute.

When you were in the stand-down it was after an attack of he purposely crashing into the SUV you had been in on purpose. He had tried to abduct you but even in you bloodied cut up state you had managed to take him down. Though it ended with a concussion, and a bullet graze. It was truly admirable to Hotchner how you showed such strength through the case and the team would've been lying if they said they didn't admire you at all.

Though you should've known that it would come flooding the second you got even a minute alone. So when you had stuffed your go bag back under your desk the team had dispersed to get coffee, bathroom breaks, vending machine snacks, before they went to see what their second case was.

You had sat down and stared at your file covered desk and slowly the lights around you became shiny, your bottom lip quivered unintentionally and slowly your eyes blurred like how they would when you first take your contacts out. You felt the tears falling down your cheeks without even blinking.

You were the person that disguised or hid your emotion through humor, it was a coping mechanism and Spencer had told you that multiple times when you guys would have small outings for coffee and library breaks. However it was just your personality and it was a quality that actually people liked.

You hadn't noticed when Dave came out of his office taking one glance at you and lightly knocked on hotch's window. Soon somebody was standing in front of you and slowly you could hear people like Morgan and JJ asking if you were alright. However you snorted lightly and wiped your eyes.

You looked up at your boss who had discarded his stoic expression and it was replaced with concern. Spencer was already running to the coffee machine, and Morgan was going to get Penelope to come in with her special 'cheer up' stuffed animal. All your teammates contributed in different ways and you all cared foe each other and took care of each other like family.

The thought, the deep of having a family you thought you would never had made you cry a bit harder.

"I need a good cry and a shower. So give me like half an hour and then we go kick some ass."

You had let out a mix of a sob and a laugh before you stood up and and Hotchner put his arm out resting his hand on your lower back. You wiped you eyes thankful you had waterproof mascara and internally cheered that you could cry and not look like a marble painting.

As you reached the door Hotch held it open for you and you spun around with tear stained cheeks and damp eyes holding a thumbs up to your team who had watched and looked worried until you flashed them a smile.

Hotch shook his head sighing and led you out the door and into the elevator and you sniffed wiping your nose as Hotch turned to you once the doors shut.

"Are you okay?"

You nodded and turned to him. "Hotch, I have a question..." you said looking down at your feet.

He turned to face you as you now both stood face to face with backs on either side of the elevator. "If it's time off then, of course."

You smiled softly but shook her head. "No, no. Guess what’s on the menu?" You asked and he shook his head. "Oh god, what is it?" he asked and you snorted.

"Me-n-u."

Hotch unintentionally let out a small laugh but he shut his mouth and stared at you with wide eyes you had the biggest beaming smile.

"I laughed because it was bad."

"mhmm sure, you know you liked it."

"Stop talking."

"But you didn't hear the one about the boats!"

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storiesofsvu · 3 months

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Solace in Solitude Ch 12

Emily Prentiss x reader Warnings: language, alcohol, canon typical conversation, smut. This ch feels a little it jumpy, partially because it is, partially because of how it needed to be. Each of the breaks represent a time jump, just little pieces of our girls lives while they figure out how to go about it. Two to three chapters left until this series is finally done with!

“Fuck…” Emily muttered with a small huff, flipping the cover to her iPad closed before she gently tossed it onto the coffee table.

“You good?” You asked, glancing between the television and her.

“Yeah, just lost another round of scrabble.”

“Cheeto breath’s the blonde, right?” You asked, redirecting your attention towards her as you picked up your glass of wine.

“JJ.. yeah..” Emily’s eyes drifted out the window for a moment, reminiscing about her memories with Jayje over the years.

“I take it you two were good friends?”

“Yeah.” She cast you a small smile.

“You know… you are allowed to talk about them.”

“I know.” Emily sighed softly, picking up her own drink, “it just almost feels surreal now. Like that part of my life was some kind of fever dream, the years between Doyle were reality but the way things worked out it almost seems like the fake memories were it, not the time with him.”

“Did you go straight from that undercover gig to your team?” You asked your brow furrowing.

“Basically.” She laughed, the grin staying on her face, “a few months to recuperate, make sure all the loose ends were tied.”

“How does that work on a resume? I mean, you can’t exactly put an entire fake identity on there.”

Emily laughed again, taking a bigger swig of her drink while she mulled over the entire topic, “the bureau and international teams have their way of covering things up. It wasn’t really me who did all that, it was Lauren, so Emily Prentiss came off a desk job, well recommended to the BAU.”

“And they believed that?” You raised a brow in her direction. It didn’t take a federal agent to notice the way Emily behaved, the little things she picked up on that made her seem like someone with extensive experience.

“Everyone had their walls up, they weren’t ready for a replacement on the team yet, it wasn’t exactly welcoming. Not to mention Hotch seemed to have it in for me, thinking my mother had swindled the job for me.”

“Hmm.” You replied over the rim of your wine glass, “it didn’t stay like that though?”

“No.” She smiled softly, “they became family. I spent more time with them than anyone else in my life, we all did, even outside of work. If I wanted to have a girls night I knew JJ and Penelope would always say yes, Derek was never going to decline a visit to the gym or shooting range, Rossi was always dying to teach someone his latest recipe…..” She trailed off, her eyes slowly misting with tears as she thought about how likely it was that all of that continued despite her absence, how they were all coping with her death, with their grief while she tried to figure out her own on the opposite side of the world with only one person by her side. “We were all a better family to each other than our own ever could have been.”

“They sound amazing.” Your hand reached out, squeezing at her elbow and she cast you a grin.

“They are.”

“So aside from being a total bad ass federal agent chasing down serial killers, what is it exactly that your unit does?”

“Behavioural Analysis, it’s more psychology based, figuring out trends, triggers, history, patterns, geographical locations,” she waved her hand with each statement, “putting it all together to figure out who our unsub is.”

“That’s honestly really neat. I kinda wish hospitals had people on staff to help with that kind of stuff.”

“Yeah.” She laughed, “me too.”

***

Thick flakes of snow were drifting down through the air, coating the city in a fluffy white blanket, which meant going nowhere. Emily crossed her arms over her chest, letting out a huff as she looked out the balcony window. The temperature had been decreasing daily and she was getting pent up, cabin fever increasing and had been hoping to get out of the house this weekend.

“You okay?” You asked from your spot in the kitchen, packing up leftovers to toss in the fridge before pouring out a couple fresh glasses of wine.

“I’m bored.” She practically whined, turning around to face you, “if I have to watch another episode of The Bachelor I will blow my brains out.”

“Okay…” you laughed, picking up the wine to move back into the living room, handing her her glass. “You have anything else in mind? New show, game?”

She chewed on her lip, eyes darting around the room while she tried to find something to entertain her and you knew you were in trouble when they shot back up to you with that dangerous glimmer in them. “How about poker?”

“We’ve played every night this week, you think that’s gonna cure this?” You asked, grabbing the deck of cards from behind you before you settled on the couch.

“How about we up the stakes?”

“What? Play for real money?” You asked with a laugh, nearly gulping at the look she gave you in return.

“Or… we could make it strip poker?” She offered with a wild grin and you couldn’t help but roll you eyes.

“Fine.” You started to deal the cards out, “but you better take it easy on me, we all know you’re the poker champ.”

Emily in fact, did not take it easy on you.

It didn’t help that the cold bothered her more, her body aching at the temperatures meant she was bundled up, thick socks, leggings, tank top, thin pullover, hoodie. You preferred cool temperatures, meaning you were already down to just a pair of lace panties while she still had pants and a bra on.

“This is not fair.” You grumbled, letting out a little shiver as you crossed your arms over your chest and she laughed, draining the last of her drink. “You were wearing so many more clothes than me.”

“Sounds like someone’s a poor loser.” She chuckled, the cards in her hand finding home on the coffee table as she shifted toward you on the couch, “but I’m pretty sure I can make it up to you…”

You let out a small laugh as she caged you into the couch, your back hitting the arm in the same moment her lips hit your neck and you were suddenly out of complaints. Her hands toyed with your chest, groping and pinching at you, her lips smirking up into a grin as your hips rutted up against hers. It only took a few moments before her hand was sneaking into your panties, gently rubbing at your clit.

“Fuck…” You muttered, your head dropping back against the couch, eyes fluttering shut as her mouth wrapped around your nipple.

Your moans became louder when her fingers slipped into your pussy, twisting and curling just where you needed them. Emily’s breath hot on your neck, her teeth scraping against your skin as you fluttered around her, whimpers leaving your lips as she toyed with you, getting louder and louder until you hit your peak and losing a poker game was the furthest thing from your mind.

***

Emily let the apartment door swing shut behind her, flicking the lock before dropping the bag of groceries on the counter. After hanging up her coat and kicking off her boots her eyes finally swept through the living room, her head tilting when her gaze landed on you. You were perched in your usual corner of the couch, fuzzy blanket over your lap, mug of coffee in your hand but instead of staring at the television, your gaze as focussed on the corner of the room. She watched you for a couple of minutes, wondering if you were just zoned out, off on some tangent of medical language in your brain but you didn’t even blink to notice that she’d even come home.

“Okay you’re freaking me out. This is like when your cat is staring at the wall and the only explanation is a ghost.”

“Should we get a tree?” Your head titled to the side but your gaze remained in the corner.

“Uh… what?” She asked, laughing awkwardly and you finally looked over to her.

“For Christmas.” You explained, eyes sweeping through the living room, “every where’s all decorated, lights, garland, trees, I could do without the Christmas music at the hospital constantly but it’s a little drab in here, don’t ya think?”

“And you want a tree?”

“Not a real one,” your nose scrunched, “too much work, and it doesn’t have to be a big one, a mini one, just some lights to make it a little festive in here.”

Emily crossed through the living room, dropping down onto the other side of the couch as she looked through the apartment, “you’re right. We should decorate, even just a little, make it feel more homey in here.”

“Yeah?” You looked up at her and she couldn’t help but smile at the excitement in your eyes.

“Yeah.” She squeezed at your leg through the blanket, “we watch enough tv as is, we could be marathoning Christmas movies. I picked up hot chocolate,” she nodded toward the grocery bag.

“Now that, sounds like a festive night.”

“After decorating though.” She grinned and you raised a brow, “there’s so many little celebrations going on out there.” She gestured toward the window, “I walked past two separate Christmas markets today, we should go check them out, pick up some stuff for the apartment, maybe some treats.”

“You wanna go now?”

“Well I was gonna make baked ziti for dinner, but that could wait cause I have a feeling you really love Christmas.”

“Yeah…” you nearly winced with a small smile on your face and Emily laughed.

“Well c’mon.”

Five hours later the two of you were curled up under the same blanket on the couch while The Holiday played on the television. Empty pasta plates sat on the coffee table and mugs of steaming hot chocolate spiked with Baileys were cupped in your hands. Multi coloured lights from the tree and the tops of the wall cast a warm glow throughout the apartment, the smell of gingerbread wafting from a candle burning on the kitchen island.

“You were right.” Emily mumbled “this is much better. I guess I forgot how just how nice actually embracing the holidays can feel.”

“Oh really?” You glanced up at her with a small grin and she raised a brow in your direction.

“What?”

“I’m just saying, I saw an ad for a really cool looking ice sculpture festival next weekend.”

She laughed, nudging your shoulder with hers as she shook her head at you, “alright, fine. It’s not like I have much else to do anyways.”

“Exactly.” You settled back into the couch with a satisfied sigh, “though we need to get some presents for under the tree.”

***

“If you don’t hurry up, you’re gonna miss the countdown!” Emily shouted over her shoulder, puling her sweater tighter over her shoulders, her eyes sweeping through the stars sparkling in the night sky. A dreamy look on her face, no doubt partially thanks to the bubbly the two of you had been drinking since dinner.

“I know, I know!” You scoffed back, hurrying back onto the balcony and handing her a flute, “but you absolutely cannot start a new year without champagne, and this is legit champagne.”

“Classy.” She replied with a laugh when she took the glass from you.

The streets below you were filled with laughter, cheers and the general sound of celebration as midnight ticked closer and closer. You shivered and Emily tugged you closer to her, her arm linking into yours as smiles broke out on both of your cheeks while you joined in on the countdown echoing from the street below. The clock hit twelve and choruses of ‘Happy New Year’ and cheers bounced through the air as the two of you clinked your glasses together and took a swig of your drinks fireworks exploding in the sky above you.

“What?” You asked when Emily swiped your glass, putting it along with hers down on the small table.

“C’mere.” She tugged you to her, “you can’t not have a new year’s kiss.”

Her arm wound around your waist, lips meeting yours tenderly, moving with grace against each other as your arms wrapped around her shoulders. Her tongue slipped into your mouth and you let out a happy sigh into the kiss.

“You know, you’re really good at this.” She murmured, lips curving into a grin and you chuckled.

“I’m good at a lot of other things too.” The smirk on your lips pulled a laugh from Emily.

“I like this.” She replied, stepping backwards and you let out a squeal when she pulled you down onto the couch behind her, your legs settling around her hips as she adjusted you on her lap, her lips meeting yours once again.

The kiss was full of little laughs, happy breaths, satisfied sighs as you held each other tighter to combat the chilliness of the now January night air. You could only hope that if this was how you were starting the year off that it would end up being a better one overall than the last.

***

Emily was in the kitchen scrounging up what she could for dinner out of leftovers when you finally emerged from your bedroom. You glanced up to her with a happy smile,

“I take it the meeting went well?” She asked.

“Yeah. The hospital wants to fly me out for a couple of consults on Tuesday.”

“That’s amazing!”

“You’re good then..” your brow scrunched, “like… if I take off for a few days? It feels weird to leave you… unsupervised, for lack of a better word.”

Emily barked out a laugh, “I’ll be fine, I’m sure I can handle a few days on my own. You go save some lives.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” She shrugged, “you’ve cleared me, the shrink has my med load decreased, I was cleared at the beginning of the month by PT to up my workouts. Hate to break it to ya, but you’ve been downgraded from babysitter to roommate at this point.”

“Okay, okay.” You laughed, sliding onto a stool at the island.

“I’m guessing this is the same research you’ve been working on?”

“Yeah, finally found the right place with the right fit and resources.”

“So you’re moving then?”

“God no, I don’t even know if there’s an actual job available. They might just want my research, might offer me a grant to keep working here, fly me in when needed. I could probably do ninety percent of it over Skype, it’s all about collaboration at this stage.”

“Well whatever happens I hope it’s good.”

“Me too.”

While Emily did actually enjoy her solo time in the apartment, she found it feeling just a little strange. Knowing that you weren’t coming home those nights, that noise out in the hallway were just the neighbours making their way to their own apartments. That she wasn’t waiting for you before starting dinner, she could eat whenever she wanted and that there was no one to start the coffee for her in the morning. Your absence was felt, even if you were still keeping in touch over text the three days you were gone.

It was barely noon and there was already a sense of urgency shooting through the apartment as you practically jumped out of your bedroom into the living room.

“Em!?”

It wasn’t even a second later that she came barrelling out of her room, duffle over her shoulder, still open so she could grab her phone charger and tablet from the kitchen island to shove into it.

“I, uh.. I think I need to go.”

“What?” You asked and she stalled suddenly,

“The guardian I had for Declan, he just called me. Declan tried to call him, there’s something going on, I need to get back stateside.” She took a deep breath, feeling the jitters in her chest starting as her pulse started to race, “oh god…” She suddenly dropped to a squat, her elbows on her knees so she could bury her face in her hands, “I really didn’t think this was gonna happen so quick.”

“Em…” you stepped toward her, a hand resting on her shoulder, squeezing softly and she was able to take another deep breath, calming her racing heart enough to bring herself up to standing and you could see the misting in her eyes.

“I… I know you’re not my therapist or anything, but you have honestly been the closest person since we got here, and I… I don’t know if I’m ready to go back.”

“If Declan needs you…”

“What if this is some kind of trap? What if Ian got to Tom, and this is just a fucking set up?” She ran a hand over her face, turning back to you, “sorry, I’m freaking out. You were gonna say something when I first came out.”

“Yeah,” you smiled, “you don’t have to worry about Ian. Your team has him.”

“What?” Her eyes widened and you gestured to your phone in your hand.

“Hotch called; they want you back to help break him.” Reaching out you squeezed at her wrist, “you’re ready. They need you, the real you... you get to be yourself again.”

Emily couldn't help the warmth flowing through her at the thought of that, at getting to return to her real life after all this time. “And you what, keep playing pretend here?”

“No.” You laughed, “actually right before Hotch called, St Thomas’ called…there was a job and they just offered it to me. I move to London at the end of the month.”

“Oh my god, that’s amazing.” A smile burst out on her face and she pulled you into a tight hug until you were nudging her away.

“You need to go.” You practically laughed, “there’s a jet waiting for you, a car will pick you up on the other end.”

“Fuck, right.” She quickly zipped up her bag, double checking that she had everything she needed.

“Text me if you’re missing anything crucial and I’ll ship it out.”

“You’re a lifesaver.” She paused, looking up at you with genuine gratitude written across her face, “and I mean that, both literally and figuratively. Thank you, for everything.” Stepping toward you she wrapped an arm around your shoulders, placing a kiss on your cheek before she stepped away.

“Yeah well, you can pay it back to me by not ruining all my hard work in your first day back in the field, okay?”

“Absolutely.”

“Stay safe.” You warned her and she cast a smile back to you while she opened the door.

“I will. And don’t be a stranger.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

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lakesbian · 4 months

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lisa is such a Character. "the undersiders aren't friends, but they are each others sole replacements for every single support system and human connection they're missing, and that's actually Significantly More Intense" applies to her too, but the only reason she's lacking any other support systems or human connections is because she's being forced to be there. we see in her interlude that before she was kidnapped she had shitty dyed hair. was she enjoying being rebellious, once? getting to express her identity and experiment outside of the thumb her parents were keeping her under for profit? that ended when someone else started doing the exact same thing to her that her parents were, treating her like a tool and not a person. she has to be the smartest person in the room, she has to be untouchable, because if she isn't, she's fucked.

and everything about her behavior scans as such a desperate attempt to pretend that there's no gun to her head or leash guiding her--not just to convince the other undersiders (who aren't thinking that deeply about it anyways), but to make the fantasy so real that it's something taylor can live in. the act doesn't have to be that good for the team at large to buy into it, so at what point is the act more for herself? i dunno man. i think she cares about her team, obviously. i think she really enjoys when they get to be like silly regular teenagers going out for shopping and dinner together, and anyone knowing what's happening to her would be counterintuitive to that. i think the facts that alec's opinion on coil is "it's weird but a good deal, so whatever, back to video games," and brian outright says "family > undersiders" in response to seeing dinah, and rachel is, well, rachel, are all relevant to lisa never really opening up to anyone on the team but taylor. (who has such a strong moral compass that lisa has to lie to get her there, who storms out when she thinks lisa is being willingly complicit in dinah.)

rereading the early arcs is just like. man. Lisa Wilbourn Torment Nexus. if i think too hard about how she reflexively smiles, reflexively tunes the mask up harder, anytime something bad happens, i explode and die. i don't understand her yet but i want to. girl who has so many fucking layers of masks on it's like a clown-pulling-scarves trick but for self-consuming coping mechanisms. and i'm not sure if there's anything actually left under the last mask anymore. a girl in an impossible situation can build a mask to get out of directly participating in it the mask can consume the girl this is the nature of a borrowed face

#wormtime 2 #wormtime 2 arc 4 #wormblr #parahumans #thinoks about her and Blows Up #worm spoilers

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cloudlessly-light · 5 months

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Hi. Can you write something about Emily being obsessed with Aarons arms pls …

Title: Seems you cannot be replaced (Chapter 5/7) Summary: It shouldn’t have happened, but they were drunk. It shouldn’t have happened but it felt right. It shouldn’t have happened but now it has. It shouldn’t have happened now they have to deal with it.

Or, Emily always leaves before he wakes up, but she always leaves a note. Word Count: 3,3k Rating: Explicit Warnings: Smut, oral, dirty talk, feels

“I’m sorry.” She whispers it in the quiet elevator the next morning as they’re getting ready to leave.

He’s standing in front of her, back turned. They’re alone and Emily wants to disappear. She hadn’t counted on them being alone so quickly, hadn’t expected not to give them both some more time to digest that she left him. Again.

Guilt was seeping through her body, like every nerve was set ablaze by regret and had been ever since she wrote her message only a few hours before.

“Aaron?” She tries softly and reaches for him, but the second her hand lands on his upper arm he takes a step forward.

“I don’t need an apology.” He says just moments before the doors open and reveals the team standing in the lobby, already waiting for them bags in hand. “I need you to give me some time. You know what I want, how I feel, if you can’t give me that then you need to give me some time.”

She knows he’s right, she knows that she’s the one that’s hurting him. So she sucks in a long breath as he walks away. It doesn’t matter that she knows that she’s made a mistake, not when she could hear the heartbreak in his voice, could see the hurt in his eyes.

It was her choice, and now she’d has to live with the consequences.

“Hey, Prentiss. You good?” Derek’s familiar voice comes from behind her. It’s been a few days since Texas, since that night and Emily knows that the team’s picked up on something. She’s been tired, easily irritated in a way that she normally wasn’t.

“Yeah. Just a bad week.” She turns in her chair and forces a smile that she hopes looks genuine. “Not enough sleep, you know how it goes.”

“Is it-” He stops himself, eyes flittering quicky to the bruise that’s still on her wrist, finger shaped blues, greens and yellows coloring her skin. “Is it because of the case? Because of-”

“No this has nothing to do with the case.” She cuts him off and she can tell that Derek knows he’s overstepped. “I’m fine Morgan, really.” She stands up and squeezes his shoulder. “But thank you for caring.” Her voice was genuine now, because as much as she didn’t want her friends to meddle in her life, she appreciated that they cared.

“Anytime, Princess.”

It’s not even a week later and they’re flying to New York. Things are still strained between them, clipped words and sharp sentences that she doesn’t mind because she knows that Aaron, just like her, aren’t granted the privilege to put physical space between each other. He’s hurting and trying to cope the best he can. So she gives him that.

The second she hears about Kate Joyner she feels annoyed, the subtle dig Dave makes, the knowing looks between JJ and Spencer, it all bugs her. Jealousy she knows she has no right to feel rooting in her stomach and stays there. It doesn’t help that the woman is stunning, a copy of his ex-wife and Emily forces a joke to JJ but all she wants is to drag Aaron out of the office the blonde had just dragged him into.

The jealousy doesn’t go away, even if she manages to subdue it in between fired shots and detective Sam Cooper who she’s seen right through. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t enjoy the banter, the easiness of it. It also didn’t hurt that he was easy on the eyes.

And then the unsub stops mid-chase and shoots him, so she fires back and for a split second everything stops.

Her mind is still reeling as Cooper is being driven off in an ambulance, his blood still on her hands. Aaron is there, he shows up with Joyner but his eyes are on her and she can tell that he’s looking to see if she’s hurt, a slight franticness to him as he does. But she’s okay, gives him a nod and then he continues to talk to Dave and Spencer.

When they regroup it all makes sense. They aren’t dealing with a group of unsubs, they’re dealing with terrorists.

There’s been an explosion, and everything is chaos. There’s been an explosion and she’s been driving like a maniac to find her team. There’s been an explosion and Aaron isn’t there. Aaron isn’t there.

She can’t think about anything else, can’t think about anything other than that he is gone and she knows in her gut that something is wrong. Then Penelope tells them what’s happened and she breathes a sigh of relief because he’s okay, even as her body is filled with disgust because Kate is hurt, badly. She knows she shouldn’t feel relief, but she does because Aaron wasn’t in the car, he isn’t dead.

She’s the first one to say that she’s going to the hospital, she needed to see him, needed to make sure he was still alive.

“I’m fine.”

She hears his voice just as a doctor pushes back a curtain and she follows him quickly.

“Where are my clothes, please?”

“Lay down.”

The sound of her voice seems to surprise him just enough to make him stop.

“I said, lay down and let them do their job.” She says again, staring him down as her arms cross over her chest. To her own surprise he listens.

“Can you give us a minute?” She turns to the doctor who nods, seemingly more than happy that someone else would take over. Once they’re alone she stands planted at the foot of the gurney, glaring at him and he glares right back.

“Has anything happened since the blast?” He asks and she feels rage curse through her.

“You could have died.” She ignores the way her voice shakes but knows that he hears it.

“Emily-”’

“No, Aaron no.” She cuts him off and he sits up, his feet already on the floor before she manages to push him in the chest to keep him from getting up. It doesn’t hurt him, barely makes him budge but he stays sitting on the edge of the bed. “You could have died tonight and we are still in this mess.” A single tear falls down her cheek and he carefully wipes it away.

“But I didn’t.” He says softly and she fights a sob that wants to erupt. “I didn’t die.”

“What if I- fuck Aaron I didn’t know- all I could think about.” She starts her sentence over and over. This isn’t the time or the place, she knows that. But she also knows that not telling him how she felt was impossible, not after having thought that she’d lost him.

He seems to realize too, his eyes gentle and warm as he waits for her to tell him what they both knew, what they had been fighting for weeks now.

“I didn’t.” He whispers and closes her eyes tight, like she’s trying to rid herself of the memories. “I’m right here, I didn’t die.”

“You could have.” She repeats and his warm, large hands move to gently hold her hips, the simple touch nudging her the last bit to say what she needed. “I-I can’t lose you. I’m falling in love with you.”

For a few seconds he stays completely silent, eyes on her, face almost an unreadable and she thinks that she’s too late. But then he smiles.

“So what I needed to do was to almost get blown up for you to admit your feelings?” His words make her chuckle, even as a few more tears fall from her eyes.

“You’re such an ass.”

When they kiss it’s soft, a promise of more and for those few seconds, nothing existed but them.

But of course they’re in the middle of a terrorist attack, Kate has died, and they don’t have time for much more. The team shows up, and as they’re putting the last few pieces together Derek, as brave as he is, drives off with a bomb in a way that Emily would later call stupid.

“I saved all of us.” He defends as they all get ready to leave for the airport the next day. Except Emily and Aaron, they’re driving back.

“Yeah, you’re still and idiot.” She teases just as Aaron walks out and gives her a nod.

“Hey, you’re sure you want to drive back to Washington? I could do it.” Derek offers and she smiles because he has no idea just how much she wants to be alone with Aaron right now.

“I’m good Morgan. I’ll see you at the office.”

When she gets in the driver’s seat, Aaron is already seated in the passenger seat.

“Ready to get going?” She asks and he nods with a smile.

“Did you tell him?” He gestures to Derek who’s about to get into the car and drive away.

“No, let’s keep this between us. For a while.” She feels his warm hand on her thigh and she places her own over his and gives his hand a squeeze.

Three weeks later

They’ve been together only for a few weeks when Emily wakes up with Aaron’s strong arm around her middle. They had spent almost every night together, getting to know each other as more than friends and colleagues and she came to find that it was easy to differentiate Aaron from Hotch. She wakes up before him, something that was rare but she loved when she got to enjoy him as he relaxed against her.

She let her eyes drift over his strong arm, the comfort of the slight heaviness something she’s gotten used to. She looked over his arm, from where his fingers twitched slightly as he slept, to the dark hair starting low on his wrist that she can’t help but to gently trace with her finger. His muscle jumped and she knew he was waking up so she turned from where she was lying on her side.

“Morning sweetheart.” He mumbled, voice rough from sleep and she couldn’t believe that he was this effortlessly sexy. Still couldn’t believe that she had fought this for as long as she had.

“Good morning.” She smiled as he pressed a lazy smile against the crook of her neck where he had buried his face. “It’s still early, you can keep sleeping.”

“Or, I could do this instead.” He already sounds more awake, lips trailing from her neck to her jaw and then he’s kissing her as he shifts and she feels all of him pressing against her. He’s hard against her thigh and she whimpers slightly against his lips.

“I never thought I’d meet someone with a higher sex drive than me.” She teases and he hums in between kisses that are getting more heated as his hands start to move down her body.

They fuck lazily, enjoying each other until he’s coming deep inside of her as she grinds on top off him.

Later she finds herself watching him again. He’s making her breakfast, wearing nothing but dark green boxers that hang low on his hips and she’s almost taken back by how delicious he looks. She once again finds herself looking at his arms, how the strong muscle is hidden under soft skin, watches the veins as he sits beside her, how the coffee cup looks tiny in his large hand.

“What?” He asks, catching her not so subtle gawking with a teasing smirk.

“Can’t I enjoy the view?” Her words make him blush, and it’s another thing she loved about him. He had no idea just how gorgeous he was.

“What do you want to do today?” He changes the subject and she shrugs as her hand lands on his forearm.

“I don’t know, we could stay at home? Relax for once?” She traces a finger through the fine hair covering his arm, eyes fastened on it.

“Or, you could meet Jack?”

That made her look at him so fast he almost laughs.

“Already?” They had talked about it, but she had figured that it would be months before Aaron was ready for that. “You don’t think it’s too soon?”

“No.” It’s his turn to shrug. “I mean unless you’re planning on ditching me anytime soon?” He winks at her as her mouth opens and closes repeatedly. “I’m only kidding.” He stamps a kiss to her lips. “If you’re not ready to meet him, then that’s okay, it is soon. I just want him to meet my girlfriend.”

“That’s the first time you’ve said that.” She smiles, big and toothy and he chuckles.

“That you’re my girlfriend?” When she nods he moves to gently hold her neck, pulling her forward. “Of course you’re my girlfriend, Emily.”

She smiles into a kiss and when they break apart there’s not a doubt in her mind. She wants the man in front of her, she wants him forever.

“Call Haley and ask if it’s okay.”

That same night she’s coming into the kitchen just as Aaron takes the chicken out of the oven, hair still wet from her shower, body wrapped in a bathrobe. She was tired, but it wasn’t tired in the way you were in you slept too little or were too stressed, no she was tired in the way you were when you had spent hours with a three-year-old. It was the kind of tired she didn’t mind, because Jack was worth it.

“So let me be the first to say, Jack adores you.” Aaron says as she stretches, her hands high above her head.

“I adore him too. He’s such a great kid.” She goes to hug him from behind and presses a kiss to his shoulder. “But am I a horrible person if I say that I’m happy that it’s just us tonight?”

“No, you’re not.” He’s smiling when he turns around to face her. “Did you have something in mind though?” When her eyebrow raised and she gives him a look, his hands grip her a little tighter. “What about dinner?”

“I’m not hungry, at least not for food.” She removes her bathrobe and reveals the lace underwear set she’s wearing.

“Emily.” Her name is a breathy gasp and when she falls to her knees in front of him, Aaron moves to lean against the counter.

She holds his gaze as she gets his jeans off then presses a kiss against his bulge over his underwear. When she feels him jerking against her lips she smirks.

“Take off your shirt.” She says and he immediately complies. “You’re so fucking sexy.” She looks over his body while pulling down his boxers. “And all mine.” When she takes him in her mouth his knees buckle for a second.

“Fuck baby.” He husks out, fingers easily finding their way to her still damp hair. She moans softly around him, the feeling of his fingers gently tugging and gripping making her shiver as she slowly works her way down his shaft.

He’s getting harder with every second, each swipe of her tongue and every suck making him delirious with want. Then she looks back up at him, eyes hazy in that familiar way, pupils blown wide.

“So good.” He whispers and her cheeks tint pink at the praise. “I swear you were made for me, every fucking hole.” His fingers tighten in her hair and she whimper around him. Her thighs clench as she starts to bop her head faster.

She takes him as deep as she can, ignores how she chokes and how her eyes turn glassy as she works his cock over. When his hips start to jerk against her face, she wraps a fist around him and starts to pump. She pulls off him only to suck in a couple of breaths and then she takes him back in her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the tip of him as her hand twists his base and Aaron groans above her.

“I want you to come in my mouth.” She pants and his jaw clenches as he swallows hard. “I want it all.” Spit hangs from her bottom lip and he wipes it with his thumb before sucking that same thumb between his lips.

“Make me come, then.” He smirks and she has him in her mouth only a few moments later. She pushes forward, keeps going until her nose presses against his pelvis and Aaron groans. Her throat contracts around him, her eyes are glassy as she looks up at him, and then she pulls back, only to do the same thing again and he thinks he’s going to lose his mind.

He tugs her hair again and then he fists it hard, making her gasp around the tip of him. She knows what he wants, so she sits back on her heels and opens her mouth wide. When he starts to thrust against her face, she can’t resist and moves a hand between her legs. She’s soaked, the fabric of her underwear damp and she moans quietly around his cock as he keeps pushing his hips against her.

“Don’t come.” He grits out, almost overwhelmed by the pleasure of her mouth and the visual of her on her knees touching herself. “You’re going to wait until I’m ready to fuck you.”

Emily nods, even as her fingers are circling her clit faster. She can tell that he’s getting close, hips stuttering, filthy words fall from his mouth and she’s pretty sure she’s dripping onto the floor by now. Her eyes move over him, from his face, to his chest, to his arms. She can see the muscle in his forearm tense as he grips her hair tighter. She knows how strong his arms are, how easily he pins her down or throws her around and she whines at the thought.

“Gonna come.” His hushed words bring her eyes back to his face. “You ready for it?”

She nods frantically, stops touching herself and instead focuses everything on pleasing him. He tenses just as he grunts and then the salty taste of him lands on her waiting tongue. His hips jerk as she sucks on his tip, her hand coming up to jerk the rest of him, drawing out the pleasure until he’s backing away, still panting.

“Jesus Christ Em.” He leans against the counter, hands gripping it to keep steady before he helps her up to stand. He pulls her into a kiss, pushes his tongue against hers and groans at the taste of him that still lingers. His hand moves into her underwear and when he feels the slick of her he can’t help to hum. “My my, such a messy girl.”

“Aaron.” She whimpers, her hands digging into the muscle of his upper arms. “Need you.”

“Then why would you make me come in that pretty mouth of yours?” He teases as he turns them around until he can bend her over the counter. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you sweetheart.”

He makes her come three times before he’s even inside of her, by the time they land in a messy tangle of limbs Emily’s exhausted and sated. She falls asleep with her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.

The next morning Aaron wakes up to an empty bed and for a second he feels panicked, but then he hears Emily humming to herself in the bathroom and his eyes move to the note that’s on her pillow.Don’t think the notes stop just cause I’m your girlfriend now. Em

#hotchniss #hotchniss smut #hotchniss fanfiction #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss smut #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss #hotch x emily #criminal minds smut #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron x emily #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner smut #emily prentiss fanfiction #emily prentiss smut

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sand-boxed · 1 month

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echo is such a good character. theoretically at least. actually the definition of wasted potential hes the most interesting member of cf99 and hes barely in the show im sobbing.

i wish there was actual buildup to echo leaving or something showing his dissatisfaction with being in the batch. like something about having to kill his brothers, or even with the whole being sold as a droid thing which i know its a haha funny bit but that shit was actually so fucked up ???? we dont talk about that one enough that was so insane of hunter 😭😭 if u think abt his backstory then it makes more sense but theres barely anything in his behavior that suggests conflict with his own goals and the interests of his team by the time he leaves. ig its also one of the issues is that the show doesnt have enough time. maybe echo should have left later on in the show or something but i can also think of some midder episodes that are just hunter and omega but again that could have been replaced to give this guy or wrecker some actual characterization. no shade to them ( kinda bc most of the best episodes are the ones where theyre not there) but save some for the rest of us bc they dont need half the show do they

also istg they (writers and the batch ) forgot echo used to be a "reg" i feel like its so strange for the batch to be all pissy abt reg clones and have a weird superiority complex early on in the show when like. echo is there he was once one of them and now hes not. theres so much the writers could have done to tackle echos feelings abt being othered by the reg clones and inadvertently ostracized by his team. theres so much he probably sees different from thebatch bc of their separate upbringings where echo was part of a collective and the batch were singled out as individuals. does he view killing other clones in a different light bc he was also the type to follow orders blindly once??? how does he feel abt the chips as a pow that spent around a year unable to control his thoughts, having his mind stolen from him??

something i wanted for his character was for him to have a connection pre-citadel that he loses during his time being frozen bc he would have to cope with that loss and adapt to the batch at the same time. yes this is another excuse for me to talk abt fives but who else. echo doesnt talk to anyone except him in basically every scene b4 the citadel. echo feeling messed up abt it bc just all of a sudden his world has been turned upside down and all he can do is move on. thats absolutely terrifying to think about bc the war has taken away most of everyone hes ever known. there was no goodbye, nothing for him, they were just here one moment and gone the next for him. too bad we dont get to see any of it lmaoooo

#star wars #echo #tbb echo #rant post #yapping #the clone wars #the bad batch #aspen articulates #pls tell me if u feel the same way #im gonna go insane #sigh #want to talk to the showrunners so badly

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yanderes-galore · 3 months

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yay, I can request funger!! Can you write a yandere concept for D’arce? :D

I'll try, sure! I've done Cahara, time to do another Funger 1 character!

Yandere! D'arce Cataliss Concept

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Fear of loss, Death, Murder, Violence, Grief, Jealousy, Blood, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Unhealthy behavior, Forced companionship/relationship.

D'arce has been described to be a loyal knight.

Her one true love has been Le'garde, in fact he's the reason she ventured into the dungeons.

She has been depicted as meek and hesitant at times, but her soul type makes her a natural leader capable of bravery.

There's times she looks down on people too, seeing those lesser than her as "commoners" due to her noble background.

D'arce probably met you in the dungeons.

At first she's hesitant to group with someone else.

That is until you end up saving her in the dungeons.

To repay you, she vows to help you on your journey through the dungeons, so long as you help her find Le'garde.

D'arce's more yandere behavior doesn't develop until after you find Le'garde.

You end up arriving too late, seeing the man dead before you.

You don't feel much towards this death, only really doing it for D'arce.

D'arce, however, is devastated.

You catch her trying to hold back tears, the darkness of these dungeons finally setting in.

Without thinking too much you pull D'arce into a tight embrace.

The ever loyal knight pauses for a moment, going rigid in your hold.

Yet with a hiccup, she returns the gesture.

You try not to spend too much time comforting her due to the amount of guards and other creatures shambling about.

You do reassure D'arce you're here for her.

You'll both survive this dungeons, no matter what you come across.

You standing beside the knight is what stirs something within her.

Her team and captain may be dead...

But she feels she can have a new start with you.

D'arce, as a yandere, is protective and devoted.

She is willing to slay anything for you.

She feels she becomes second to you.

D'arce seems like she'd use you, her newest obsession, as a replacement for Le'garde.

She refuses to lose you to these dungeons like she did Le'garde.

You can see her desperation in the way she fights enemies.

Her hits are harder and she cares little for the blood on her armor and face.

When it comes to you she ends up acting like she's your knight.

She's civil and polite with you, even after she decapitated a creature from these depths.

You end up scolding her at times for getting herself hurt on your journey.

She apologizes yet continues what she was doing before.

D'arce attempts to remain civil when you recruit others into your party.

In all honesty she hates them but goes along with what you say because she cares about you... to an obsessive degree.

D'arce does prepare to use violence against any fellow party members if they fall out of line though.

I personally feel the biggest and main part of her obsession is her motives.

She was so attached to Le'garde that seeing him dead broke her.

Which made her latch onto the second closest person, you.

Her obsession is a coping mechanism.

She has a feeling her obsession is bad, especially when she manipulates you...

But she feels she's nothing without you.

If she loses you, what else does she have?

To be fair, despite her jealousy, D'arce is not too much of a possessive yandere.

She has her moments and maybe with low sanity she'll get worse... but she's primarily a devote worship yandere with protective behavior.

She'd give you anything, just ask.

She'll kill for you, care for you, even be hurt for you.

She wants to be a tool you can use.

She's disposable to you, just like she was with Le'garde.

It's all unhealthy... but it's how she was once treated.

She's a mostly well behaved yandere.

An obedient knight willing to sacrifice it all for her obsession.

But when she snaps... when she realizes anything can take you away from her in this place...

She may turn violent against your own party... all to keep you safe and to herself.

#yandere fear and hunger #yandere funger #yandere d'arce #yandere d'arce cataliss

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moregraceful · 2 months

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admittedly I did not read the rest of the questions, but number 1 is so good I stopped there. Which fic would you rewrite but keep the premise? or, which of your fics would you remix? -patrichornkissed

oh this is so easy. fuck "playoff hockey in summer time" all my homies hate "playoff hockey in summer time." if i could delete it without ceding the fact that i invented the gravy/cale tag, that fic would not be on the archive at all. however unfortunately. my possessive and insane nature cannot allow anyone else to have ownership of inventing the tag, so it remains...haunting me....making me cringe. every time i try to reread that fic it's like charlie brown did not have hoes. if cale/gravy had not died in 2021, i WOULD be tempted to rewrite it entirely. but unfortunately i'm boycotting the avs until someone says "wow it's bad to have a sex trafficker on our team", and my interests have changed and now i'm obsessed with flop ahlers, and of course the satisfaction of remixing a joyful seminal work in the cale makar canon would be necessarily weighed by gravy not being on the team anymore, and how devon toews fills a role for cale that gravy did not. AHHHHHH

it's so like 2008 bad bandom fic in execution lol but the heart of it is so good, is the thing!!!! the bones are there: the team joy!! the tension of falling in love with someone who took a spot from you!! the anxiety of the high expectations you have of yourself versus how a team sees you as replaceable!! how you cope when you're perennial scratch and the ways you make yourself useful and important and loved in a locker room of guys who are destined to be superstars when AT BEST you stick around for a couple years!! and like -- the way there's just such an undercurrent of love and hope for the characters throughout and how it was written at a very specific point in avs history AND kasper history when i just had such bright eyes about hockey and hadn't really been beaten down by the reality of the culture and the avs were coming out of a bad season and things were starting to change for the better. like that's all really good! those are lovely emotions and lovely narrative beats to want to capture!! unfortunately i executed it all very badly and so now i just grit my teeth every time i look at my stats page.

but yes. that would be the fic i want to remix. every other fic i don't like i either just delete or i hide, but that one will probably remain visible until the archive collapses under its own hubris, at which point i will be finally free of sin 🫡

#also i have talked kind of obliquely how i got into hrpf the year after my dad died #and the kind of narrative arc of the avs followed the trajectory of healing for me culminating in a cup win #and how a win was a relief and a relief was a win etc etc. and not getting into my complicated relationship with the avs and The Culture #bc that's not a conversation i'm interested in having publicly BUT LIKE. it's kind of a milestone fic when you look at the #trajectory of my involvement in hrpf and it's like. UGH. I DON'T WANT TO LOSE WHAT MADE IT GOOD WHEN IT WAS GOOD #incredibly funny that the first avs fic i wrote was calegravy and probably the last avs fic i write at least for a while is caledevon #and they're both playoff fics #hell yeah cale get yours #your rosacea swag has captured the front range urban corridor...#cage replies #patrichornkissed

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stars-n-spice · 7 months

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WHUMPTOBER 2023 // Day 02

AAAAA <-- the sound of someone who hasn't written anything in months.

Anyways, I've always wanted to do Whumptober or something along the lines but October is always the busiest month of the year for me (for some goddamn reason) so I never got around to it.

However, because of my stupid writer's block, I'm forcing myself to at least TRY to attempt some of these prompts and I couldn't skip out on this one because it was perfect for Khea.

I cannot believe that this is the first thing I'm posting for Khea here, I have like a whole fic planned for her and other one shot shit, but whatever. I love making my OCs suffer >:) Enjoy!

Title: Pirur ti Kyr'am (Sometimes, Mistakes) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Alcohol Withdrawal, Hallucinations, Delirium Summary: "Sometimes Khea Nultez makes mistakes. And how she copes with them is one even bigger mistake."

PROMPT: No. 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back." | Delirium | “They don't care about you.”

In her lifetime, Khea Nultez had made plenty of mistakes, some more life-altering than others, and was no stranger to dealing with the consequences that flowed so freely from them. If one was going to make the mistakes that she did, then it was only fair that they were prepared and willing to deal with the consequences that were to follow. Only, her way of dealing with her mistakes was a mistake within itself.

Bottle after bottle. Shot after shot. Drowning in clear, burning, sweet liquid when the others weren’t looking. She’d go to a cantina, late after missions, she’d swipe the bottle from behind Cid’s counter, or replace the water in her canteen with something stronger.

That’s how she dealt with her mistakes. With one, bigger, damning mistake.

However, for the past three days, she’d been without a drink. A mission gone sideways left her and the rest of the Bad Batch stranded in the jungle with few supplies, low rations, and no way to get off-world until the Havoc Maurader could be fixed. Tensions were running high as the hours went on and little progress was being made to the ship and Khea found herself a tad bit more irritable and agitated than normal. She’d snap at the others, complain about the humidity and the sunlight, and make unhelpful and sarcastic comments that did little to help the already terrible mood. The others brushed it off as best they could, relating it back to it just being ‘that time of the month,’ and did their best to ignore the difficult, moping Khea.

Well, all but Wrecker who continued to check up on her, worried about his girlfriend’s well-being, and Omega who, perceptive as always, seemed to think there was something else at play.

By the second night, things just got worse for Khea. Late into the night, she awoke with chills after a particularly vivid nightmare involving an individual from her past, only to find out she was running a high fever that all but added to the tension between the team. Wrecker and Omega were both concerned, the former who nearly went into a panic thinking Khea was going to die, while a very frustrated Tech and Echo tried to deal with the sick, grumpy Khea who refused to take any medicine for a good twenty minutes before finally giving in. Meanwhile, Hunter just watched from a distance, sensing something that put his hair on end and made him tense. He wasn’t sure what it was, but all he knew was that he had a bad feeling about all of this.

“This is kriffing bantha poodoo,” Khea groaned, her face scrunched in pain as Echo dabbed a wet cloth on her forehead, “I never get sick.” She smacked her lips, disliking the taste of the medicine still lingering in her mouth.

“There’s a first time for everything, Khea,” Echo sighed, his tone soft and laced with concern as he folded the cloth before resting it on her forehead, “Get some rest.”

She grumbled in response, her eyebrows furrowed as Echo moved away from her bunk, leaving her in the dark with a worried Omega and Wrecker at her bedside.

For the next few hours, Khea was still stuck in bed, resting. Her fever was still running high despite the medications provided by Tech, but the hope was that by getting some well-needed and deserved rest she’d be able to recover soon. They’d stripped her of her armor, leaving her in her kute, with the sleeves rolled up as far as they could go and the front unzipped just enough so that she wouldn’t be too hot despite her body chills making her feel like she was freezing cold.

Omega, having been trained by Nala Se, made sure to keep tabs on Khea while she slept. She changed the damp cloth intermittently and occasionally took her temperature to see if anything changed. Wrecker stayed by Omega’s side, helping where he could, until his assistance was needed back outside the ship with Tech and Echo who were still trying to fix everything soon so they could leave that jungle hellhole as soon as possible. That left Hunter to watch, going back and forth between his brothers outside and the girls inside, making sure things couldn’t get any worse.

But when did things ever get better for any of them?

As Omega was changing Khea’s cloth, she noticed how Khea’s mouth was twitching. Concerned and curious, Omega frowned and tilted her head before noticing it was because Khea was muttering something under her breath and her eyebrows were furrowed while she clutched her pillow a little tighter than before.

Looking up from Khea, Omega’s eyes met Hunter’s. Immediately, the leader’s eyes widened slightly in understanding and he quickly walked over, concern etched into his rugged features.

“Uh, Hunter?” Omega frowned, pointing at Khea.

Hunter nodded as he moved to Omega's side, “Yeah, I sense it too, kid.”

Something was wrong.

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redjaybathood · 1 year

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To elaborate on that reblog. Do I have an issue with Titans as a team? Or Young Justice? Fuck no. Kids, teens, get together and save the world, stop the bad guys. It's the shit. Where's the Justice League? I don't care, they're losers.

Bruce picking up Jason when Dick left him, and offering him to become Robin; Tim having to volunteer when he realizes that Dick doesn't want his old job back, but someone needs to do it bc Bruce is going off the rails; Tim quitting because of his dad and Bruce drafting Steph instead - and yeah, she's already been a hero in her own right but Batman doesn't offer to mentor her, supply her with armor, protect her when she needs backup, at any point before or after, he's replacing Tim with her; Bruce firing her like it's a fucking job, but if it's a job, where's hazard pay? Any kind of pay? Child labor laws? Basic fucking respect for a colleague? Then Steph dies, and it's just Tim and the cycle continues again with Damian and Duke. At no point he stops and thinks, hell, if 50% of the kids I am supposedly making safer by partnering with them, die, maybe... It's not as safe as all that.

At least, at no point that he actually makes any change.

However, if you tell me that it's fiction, why so serious? Why bring real life into it? But I'm just working on the conditions set by Universe. Every second Robin dying is the reality for Gotham.

And also, what pisses me off, is how it's very convenient to treat some things (like, can a vigilante or a hero use the deadly force?) but not the others. Like. You know how many meta I've seen making Jason out to be predatory for having Scarlet fill his sidekick role and saying zero on Batman and Robins, when firstly, he's literally mentally unwell at the time, and a villain, whereas Bruce is supposed to be stable and a hero. Plus, if Robins are willing, then what about Sasha? She wasn't? If you call Jason predatory for this, you need to acknowledge that Bruce is repeat offender. Moreover, Dick is, too; secondly, at the very fucking least he did keep her safe and at the end she got money and ability to leave Gotham, because he realized how shitty a life that was for a kid.

People use Jason and Gen O storyline as evidence that Jason didn't care about kids. And, you know, that arc was a shit writing. I ranted how Jason should not be allowed to raise kids, he's bad at parenting. And that's true. But he didn't recruit them, he literally was blackmailed into it by Luthor, and if he didn't become their mentor, someone else would.

But you know what he didn't do in that arc? Hit a kid and then blame him for it. Or showed them what it is, actually, totally okay to go overboard with a criminal if you personally don't like them, and then, when a kid does the same at another occasion, turn around and blame them. He also never verbally dressed them down or made feel like shit, like they don't belong. He didn't do a lot of shitty things that Bruce did. And never, at any point, his mental issues were taken out on them, or him using the kids to cope.

#cleaning up my drafts #i have no idea what's this referring to #but my point still stands

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oberons-ghost · 1 year

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The Requisite Introduction

I am Viceroy Vears, the third son of the ninth Earl of Glimwood - at least biologically. My birth, my autistic difficulties, were more than what was willing to be put up with - and so I was legally disowned and sent to be adopted by someone more qualified at four years of age. Although these new parents were not of noble birth, they were patient and kind. However the Galarian climate did not agree with them and so they left for the Unovan States, taking me with them much to my chagrin.

And so I have been stuck here in Idhana, a semi-arid western state region, for the past eighteen years. Three of those have been independent living as a veritable charity case pauper, for independence is seen as paramount here no matter the change in lifestyle. Alas, that I am cut off from my family's fortune and must make do! Perhaps I inherited my family's fairy curse. At least I may have a long life?

This independent existence is... difficult, even though symptoms significantly abated as I grew and learned to cope better. Ianira, dear sweet Ianira, companion since my excommunication, knows just how to make sure that I take care of myself, others, and my surroundings. She's a Gothitelle, and something between an emotional support pokémon and a service pokémon.

I still yearn for my nobility, to return to Europe and claim an estate of my own, but even if I cannot? I am still me, and that's important. Perhaps I can leverage my self-taught biology and faelore to the benefit of this wretched land.

Team information under the cut.

Ianira the Gothitelle the aforementioned is more or less my assistant, being my first mon, reminding me of my responsibilities when I cannot, and picking up the slack in looking after my meagre home and four other pokémon. In turn she receives the best care a person-shaped psychic astrological creature could ever want.

Nicodemus the Gliscor, a sly and exuberant fellow, acts more like a dog than an arthromammal. He spends most of his time outdoors chasing the local murkrow and spooking children, the latter often gets him in trouble with Levana if she notices him looking particularly guilty - Gliscor are very expressive creatures and hide nothing, and he knows it's bad!

Levana the Volcarona, the matriarch of our little family. Eastern unovan legends about volcarona say about how its great warmth and radiance replaced the sun in ask-cloaked times. Although such fire is unsafe in my wooden home, everything seems to revolve around her much in the way the planets revolve around the sun.

Colette the Annihilape has become calm in her advanced age - though she's already dead? Ghost types are odd indeed. This calmness is still a form of anger, replacing the violent wrath her younger selves experienced as joy. She's the snuggle bug of the team, often found stroking someone's head while seemingly contemplating ways to methodically break the bodies of everyone who has ever wronged us.

Bluewer the Corviknight is the most recent and most likely final addition to our team and is perhaps almost as clever as Ianira in a dinosaur bastard bird sort of way. He adopted himself when he was a Corvisquire, for I would often leave out peanuts, eggs, or berries for the previously mentioned urban murkrow. Rarely, other corvid pokémon would visit, and Bluewer was the one who took the biggest interest in me. He's more wild than anything, only coming home to play or sleep in his ball.

There's also a seasonally rotating cadre of stalkers. Fairies seem drawn to me, humans find me unsettling. I'm friends with someone's dachsbun who they let out whenever I pass, cottonee gather around my house in spring, koffing follow me during wildfire season, and flabébé make it a point to emerge whenever I am near flowerbeds. My favorite is the morgrem who lives by the river, who thinks the peas I give the ducklett go perfectly with his usual diet of raw and wriggling fish. I consider myself to have an affinity for fae creatures and pokémon. Ironic, then, that my team has no fairy types!

And that's us! I am merely one of many, but surely stay a while!

#pkmn irl #pkmn rp #gothitelle #gliscor #volcarona #annihilape #corviknight #oc bio

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slut4sway · 1 year

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𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬

𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬

𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧

🎻•••••••••••••••••••⛰️

shake this frost off of my bones

tags : marcheron, requested fic, i’m a sucker for country music, hurt/comfort, injured marchy, pet names, fluff, pond hockey szn, this is how i cope, can you tell i’m touch starved, ficlet

notes : i cant go out on the pond w the boys bc my ribs are probably cracked, sorry if this is a bad fic i tried but i’m super done w life rn 😇😇 also might be writing a new og series soon 👀

January 15th, 4:02pm

the sun beamed through the window, rays reflecting off the glistening snow that covered the lake just beyond the windows view. it was finally pond hockey season, but brad had to miss most of it.

per usual, he was chirping the other team and ended up getting hunted. normally he would just get back up and resume the play but this wasn’t the case.

he remembered the way knee twisted and made the most unsettling sound as he took a nasty hit. the strain on his muscles, the impact. he shuddered at the thought while the sound of sticks and pucks along with skates scraping and some vague yelling brought him back. he fixed his empty gaze to outside the window, were below his husband and a couple of the boys were playing some pickup hockey. the crossbar rang, irritated groans following.

minute after minute, hour after hours, the time passed ever so slowly. he was just left alone with his own thoughts while pat was out on the pond. the previously filled cups of water were drained, and the sun was starting to climb under the forested horizon. eventually, the endless pondering tired his mind out. brad shuffled under the sheets, raising his leg carefully to not enflame his knee more. he lied down on his side, facing the open window that displayed the rural massachusetts area. he silently examined the hills rolling over like a sea and how the frost gently touched the blades of grass and the dew on the trees. he pulled the fluffy blanket over his shoulders, steadying his breath as he let his eyes grow heavy. the sound of men yelling and all the ice scraping was silenced, replaced by the sudden sound of the door creaking open.

patrice padded in, carrying his skates by the guarded blades and his stick in the other hand. he caught a glimpse of the younger man lied down on his side, short unprepared brunette hair swept over his forehead. he side stepped, dropping off the equipment on a lounge chair in the corner, pushing away some leaves from an overgrown plant.

“pat?” brad rasped, slightly muffled by the blanket and pillow.

“it’s me, love.” the older man spoke softly.

“how long were you guys out there, felt like forever?” the younger man inquired, thinking back to how long he spent just staring off into the landscape.

“sunrise to sunset, the ponds gonna melt tomorrow so we might as well get everything out of it. i’m sorry if i spent to long out there, hun.” patrice responded, a slight twang of sorrow in his tired voice.

“it’s all good, i just miss being out there. sucks i had to stay in the whole day” brad assured. sound waves of his voice being lost to out the window.

“mhm.. how’s your leg?” patrice asked, stretching as the bottom of his hoodie lifted and exposed his midriff. the golden light highlited his abs and happy trail leading farther down. he strode over to the bed, climbing in next to his husband. he lied down beside him, gently slinging an arm over the smaller man’s waist. he craned his neck to lay a kiss behind his ear.

“not any better, but not any worse.” brad said as he slid his hand to interlock with pat’s.

“i’m sorry.. hang in there for me, okay?”

brad shuddered at his words, his husbands soft voice putting him at ease. he rolled over on his side with a struggle, facing patrice.

the bigger man touched his nose with a kiss. he brought his hand that was once laid on brads waist up to trace lines up and down his clothed back.

brads muscled tensed and relaxed under his touch, breathing in the scent of pines and a twang of beer.

“seriously, you boys drank without me?” marchy joked, a chuckle following his snarky remark.

“oh shut up you rat, what’s pond hockey without beer?” pat riposted following his annoyed yet playful comment.

“i hate you so much”

“i love you too, bud”

they both finished their back and forth with some stupidly short laughs, just basking in each others presence. chill day for the both of them in their own special ways.

“you made my day better, you know that?” brad broke the silence.

“that’s my goal, seems like i’m pretty good at it too” pat answered.

brad held back an smile from his smartass comment.

“i love your smile, marchy”

“oh shut up!” brad replied flustered, his own way of taking a compliment. he tilted his head up to meet his lovers lips with his own. the beer from earlier was still prominent as it was transferred to his tastebuds.

patrice reciprocated, returning the slowed kiss. the soon golden light faded out into stars on a clear night sky, shining through the window as a cold chill breezed by the open window. the stars shone bright tonight, creating an array of crystals in the sky. the pines swayed in unison, and the hills still rolled endlessly. damn what a beautiful sunday.

#Spotify #marcheron #brad marchand #patrice bergeron #bruins #boston bruins #fluff #hockey rpf #pond hockey #hurtcore #this is terrible #my body hurts #i miss hockey #i’m so sorry #i’m so unmotivated #i tried

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And finally (after the 6-60 here), there is my top 5 episodes (sorry, they are very effected by nostalgia and my love of Rose Tyler, as I have said, its companions more than the Doctor to me and she is my Companion)

These also show even further how I am skewed by a good Companion Episode as all 5 of these received 10 under that metric

5 - The Impossible Planet - to be honest, I am unsure what to say about this apart from see below, it sets up the characters I end up caring for so much in The Satan Pit, without this episode, I would not care for them as much. It also contains Rose's reactions to the Ood, questioning about what they are doing these, whether they choose to be there (a lot more than the Doctor even). Also, she may only be in half an episode, but Scooti's death gets me every time, how its because she care, and how she just floats there above the station and all the others can do is look in horror.

4 - School Reunion - the episode that introduced me, and a whole new generation to Sarah Jane Smith. Like the brilliance of the episode could be summarised by 'so good it made children care about, and watch a spin-off of, a character who was mainly in Doctor Who 1973-1976'. However, I can say even more, we have a pre-Uther, post Giles, Anthony Head chewing the scenery as our big bad of the episode, offering the Doctor immortality (which the Doctor seems to at least consider), and then Rose in this episode, yes she's jealous, yes she is a bit bitchy, but you see her start to understand the realties of travelling with the Doctor, though ultimately it doesn't lead anywhere, her conversation with Sarah Jane is so important, understanding how the Doctor needs them and how they help him and how all the companions, they aren't replacements for each other, but bring something different (something the fandom I feel like has needed to know at times)

3 - Journey's End - Journey's End wasn't just a wonderful conclusion to Series 4, but to all of New Who up to that point (even allowing some look into the spin-offs), but despite all that, despite having to juggle so many companions allow them all to have their moments (and stay actually in character), it still manages to focus on Donna, yes, I don't like Donna having her mind wiped, but you can't deny it is a brilliant Donna episode and my reaction to it each and every time is high

2 - Tooth and Claw - oh Tooth and Claw, my beloved episode. About 4-5 years ago, this ranking / rewatch was started by me wondering whether my instinct to the question 'what is your favourite episode of Doctor Who / anything?' was correct, turns out, I was 1 place and 2 marks off. I know out of all the episodes on this list, this is probably the most rose-tinted for me but it really feels like it is just an everyday adventure for Rose and the Doctor we stumble into, and I like that, yes there's danger, but it's not (immediately anyway) world ending. I end up caring so much for the side characters, for Robert's death, for Flora when Rose meets her, and then the conversation between Rose and the wolf. And I know for some people, this is the two of them at their worse, but to me, I love Rose and her Doctor in this episode, how at ease they are with each other, the bickering but how relieved they are to see each other, the jolliness that they have seeming to be used as a shield, to allow them to cope with all they see

1 - The Satan Pit - and then The Satan Pit, bloody hell do I love this episode (it even scores 4 perfect 10s), it perfectly uses the characters and the atmosphere from part 1, the Ood chasing the team on base are genuinely creepy, you worry about the side characters, aware any or all could die and that keeps me constantly on edge. And then the ending, how the only reason the devil does not win is because the Doctor and Rose trust each other so much so, the Devil thinks he will win because he underestimates Rose but the Doctor does not, he believes in her and he is right to, because she refuses to let the Devil escape, even if that might damn them, she always trusts the Doctor will come but doesn't sit around waiting for him doing nothing. And their reunion hug

#can you all see a theme with these episodes?#of #rose and her doctor #doctor who #doctor who spoilers #i realise i am putting this #on tumblr for my own benefit #so i can go back and see

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ratboydipshit · 1 year

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computer diary "critical kernel power (41)"

after cats destroyed my old pc i had to build a new one and this new build had a really annoying issue. it would randomly just reboot, all i could find when troubleshooting was as it powered back on windows would log a kernel power critical system event (event id 41) which basically just means the system lost power unexpectedly and couldnt perform normal safe shutdown processes. essentially the os wants to turn off the lights before it leaves the house but it has returned to the house and sees that the lights didnt get turned off the last time it left, so it makes a note of this: kernel power 41. it's a post-event notice that ~something~ might have happened but it doesn't actually know why the lights were still on when it got back. so basically the worst fucking kind of reported issue, like the person who was supposed to be keeping watch telling you "dunno what happened but its weird innit" after the building gets broken into

this power loss event would happen frequently, sometimes my pc could cycle power every 5-10 minutes for 8 hours and then be fine for 12, and then start fucking up again. i was averaging upwards of 60 critical events a week! that's like at least 8 times daily!!!! i had morrowind saves corrupted, lost work, incomplete large file transfers IT SUCKED BAD i opened up the system and tried reseating all the power cables multiple times with no improvement

but after a month of this shit i figured out that the events seemed to become less likely to happen the more the system was under load. so, sitting in teams during a meeting was almost assuredly going to have the power event happen after a few minutes. but if i had earth defense force 5 open, the system could maintain essentially 24/7 uptime no issues. less demanding things like ancient pc games or minimally intense modern 2d games would still have power events but they were more infrequent. so i just started leaving edf 5 paused in the background all day every day. it worked problem solved whatever

but last month i had the financial breathing room to replace my gpu without going hungry. due to (possibly power event issue related im not sure) unforeseen problems, instead of doing a simple plug and play gpu replacement i ended up taking my pc apart to the individual component level, everything got taken apart and cleaned (cpu remained socketed but i did reapply the cooler and fresh goo)

after several hours of hard work, system was back up on a fresh windows install. fucking miraculously (considering how many other things went wrong leading up to that point) the power event issue was no longer happening. i still leave games open 24/7 in the background as like kind of a anxious superstitious coping mechanism because i... i do not know what the issue was or how i solved it. i pray i never have to deal with it again but it does make me feel kind of nauseous to know that i did not learn anything from the problem. i dont know if i could fix something like that again going forward.

im legit worried that one day i'll be responsible for a system that randomly restarts and when i go check event viewer it's going to say critical kernel power (41) and then restart again. i'll fucking scream i swear to god that might actually kill me

if you, dear reader, experience this issue do not ask me for help please because as far as i know you have two options: take everything apart and put it back together (might not work!!!) or to be sure the issue is solved for good just replace the entire thing. stop building pcs just go fucking buy an asus rog gamer laptop its not fucking worth it yall god damn it fuck me *crying and gagging*

#whining

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ultraericthered · 9 months

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Anime Update V2 56

Tokyo Magnitude 8.0 - Welp, I made it through the series in-tact. Finished the last two episodes and am done with it with one final “M/ELODY”. The presence of Ghost Yuki really did do so much to elevate this last stretch; even if you’re not fooled by him being there and can see the twist coming, the big reveal of the twist is so much more effective when he’s there to even say, in Yuki’s own voice, that Yuki died three episodes back. As crushing as the whole ordeal was, it made sense that a heavy price would have to be paid in this tragic disaster story, and what price heavier than one of our most central characters? I almost cried along with Mirai and her family, and it hurt to see Mirai fall into the depression that Ghost Yuki as her coping mechanism had shielded her from, but seeing Mari once more and getting closure on the whole experience helped to make it better. A stunningly well done short anime...just not one I’d choose to revisit.

Hunter x Hunter - OK, I am starting to get to where the Chimera Ant forces are kind of working against the show, in that I’m actually not as enthused to be watching Gon and Killua or any of our main good guys because the bad guys are so damn mesmerizing whenever we cut to them saying or doing whatever. I could look at these guys and listen to their internal squabbles and plan-making for an entire episode, that’s how powerful their intrigue is, and we’ve still not even reached the birth of the King yet! While now I’ve seen the first kills of Ant leaders, the creepy guys who used enslaved humans like dogs, rabbit-faced Rammot has unlocked the power of Nen in his body, meaning that things are about to only get more difficult from here!

Fruits Basket - Really creepy, squeamishly unpleasant episode that gave more focus and insight into Shigure and Akito, already two of the show’s most villainous figures, and what their relationship is really all about. One sighting of Shigure and Mitsuru is enough to get Akito jealous and paranoid, and she snaps at Shigure for a past incident where Shigure slept with Akito’s mother Ren, which he did as a petty sort of “payback” on Akito for sleeping with Kureno. And then the two of them end up making out with each other, with Shigure revealing he’s been waiting for Akito to truly love him ever since Akito was a child, as he’s loved her from the day she was born. EWWW.

Re:ZERO - As I brought up as a “Christmas In July” post, I watched the Memory Snow special. It was absolutely thoroughly delightful. No straightforward narrative to speak of other than what Emilia Camp and the villagers did in a situation where Puck’s magic overloaded and generated snow and ice all over the area, but getting to spend more time with these characters and watch their antics left the biggest, dumbest smile on my face for the duration of it. It’s not really a “holiday special” but it just creates a Christmas-y mood the more it goes on, reaching its pinnacle in a stunningly beautiful climax. There is an underlining bittersweetness since this all takes place between Arc 2 and Arc 3, so we know Subaru and co. have hard times ahead. But in some ways, that only makes this thing all the more magical.

Fate/Stay Night Unlimited Blade Works - Saber and Shirou do sparring together, Rin and Shirou eat and talk on the school rooftop, Shinji launches a Golem attack inside the school but gets defeated. Not much to say other than if in the future we somehow ever got new El Hazard content to be dubbed, Kyle McCarley would be a perfect replacement VA for Jinnai - so much Jinnai energy in his delivery!

Symphogear GX - Two episodes seen, two of Carol’s creepy doll servants taken down. The first one put a lot of focus on Maria and the crisis of confidence she was having since last time, and the second one put just as much focus on Kirika and Shirabe as they start to grow out of their bad girl habits and learn what it means to work as part of the team responsibly and without holding anything down as a burden, and I just fucking love these two lovestruck dumbasses so goddamn much. Between these was the most interesting part: Hibiki meets her dad again. Her dad seems like the biggest, skeeviest and most irresponsible louse in the world, and talking to him only for a little while is more than Hibiki can bear. This’ll be trouble for us all, as troubling as Carol recovering and spying through Elfnein’s eyes!

Eureka Seven - Almost another totally goofy episode where Gekko State get around to doing something they apparently really wanted to do: hazing Renton by sending him on phony mission, which is being followed and caught on film by Moondoggie. The interesting twist here is that Moondoggie used to be the youngest and victim to his teammates hazing, one who gave up on such bogus missions easier, and he’s jealous of Renton now that he’s getting that “honor” instead! So naturally this culminates in Renton and Moondoggie in a beyond awkward “date” where Renton is clueless and Moondoggie is pissed. Hilarity ensues, and Renton manages to impress the crew by seeing it all through in spite of the humiliation. On the side there’s scenes with Dewey evaluating the remains of a Scub Coral assault to give his findings to the Federation Council, and the very last scene was surprisingly grim: Holland wants to distract his mind, is watching the footage of Renton’s hazing mission and at around a part where Renton’s saying things about himself that clearly Holland deep down believes applies to he himself, Holland calls himself “so uncool.”

Gintama - Another two story episodes where the first segment did nothing for me, but the second one with the big alien cockroaches was a riot, especially with how it ended. More comedy like that, plz?

#Anime Update V2 #Anime Update

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