#timestopped

[brightgoat]

[ Standverse AU ]

the Foestands also discuss timestop (and timeskip)

(do not take this too seriously lmao, this is the stands' perspective and you know how they get)

#jjba #jjba stands #stands #whitesnake #king crimson #the world #killer queen #timestop #timeskip #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojos bizarre adventure #fancomic #jjba au #au #comic #art #jjba fanart #arrt #standverse #standverse au

[saramackenzie1982]

I feel like a narcissist, love bombing with those posts and then withdrawing. 🥺 For that, I'm sorry. Been cleaning up some things. Sometimes, being home, I lose track of time. So, question (yes, there's basis to it in my books): when was the last time you felt that time slowed and then stopped? 🤔 Did you have to pick yourself up or did you touch the sky? #TimeStopped #SlowDown #TiredAuthor #FirstDraft #CleaningUp #ChopWood #Gasp #ClearTheWay #AllTheRightMoves #GoingDown #Pathways #Unexplored #Unknown #ToTheStars #SpecialNeedsMom #InMyHead #ISeeTheStory #Imagination #LocalAuthor #NewBritain #Connecticut #HotDay #Music https://www.instagram.com/p/Cd0eT56ufze/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#timestopped #slowdown #tiredauthor #firstdraft #cleaningup #chopwood #gasp #cleartheway #alltherightmoves #goingdown #pathways #unexplored #unknown #tothestars #specialneedsmom #inmyhead #iseethestory #imagination #localauthor #newbritain #connecticut #hotday #music

[carmineskiesandspidereyes]

ok ok ok listen listen I know I KNOW we’re all used to it by now—I know they’ve been vibing for a good bit now—but I still have to take a moment to look at these two dumbasses, and just acknowledge how much and how incredibly their dynamic has evolved.

Look at Tarvek’s expression. Fucking Look at him. He’s being a shit and he KNOWS it.

The fact that he can lean into Gil’s comments about his family and quip back with so much ease is just. It’s suddenly hitting me for some reason, because there was absolutely a time where a comment like that would have made Tarvek bristle, and jump to just as quickly point out flaws in the wulfenbach empire… but now? Now he and Gil are so at ease with each other that comments like that aren’t personal, and any threats between them hold zero weight. Now he can fully indulge in the impish, smug delight of still being a nuisance to the empire without worrying about setting Gil off. He’s able to join everyone else in taking the piss out of his family, and comfortable enough around Gil to know that, even coming from the weasels den, they’re friends enough that Gil wouldn’t ever get rid of him. (And further, went through ridiculous ordeals to rescue him. Twice.)

But point is, he can be as annoying as he wants. Even Gil’s expression here is more put upon and “what else did I expect” than anything close to real anger, and I just!! Them!! They’re joking and teasing and there’s no stakes and no tension whatsoever, (the only tension that’s feasibly left between them is the question of “in the end, who’s actually gonna rule next” and possibly Agatha. But even then, they’ve both admitted separately that they would step aside for the other to make her happy. So.)

grrrgh I just. I love them. My stupid genius boys. Look look look at how far they’ve come.

#Gg #girl genius #tarvek and gil #tarvek sturmvoraus #gilgamesh wulfenbach #listen I just saw his expression today and it hit me #That they would not have interacted anything like this pre-timestop #even right up to the end of the siege. #The character development these two have gone through will never not make me go crazy #and seeing Tarvek give such a bright shit-eating self satisfied grin just brought it all to the forefront

[thesinningblog]

Content Warning: Timestop, perv butler what's new, no gendered terms used for the reader, technically non-con from Barbatos' pov

Set in Nightbringer, with the MC still pretending to be a demon.

==

Okay, okay, okay, I know Barbatos doesn't have the ability to stop or freeze time (as far as we know, he has the ability to peer into the past and the future as well as picking a reality to become the main one out of multitudes of realities) but imagine the possibilities if he could, hnn. Timestop seggs, baby!

Just imagine it's just a normal day and you're in the castle, helping around since you are technically considered a demon and working under Diavolo.

You're making tea peacefully when suddenly your knees buckles up and you feel heat pooling in your abdomen. You feel your cheeks become warm, immediately knowing who it is but having to pretend like you know nothing since you aren't supposed to know about Barbatos' powers.

So you act all oblivious, looking around in confusion and muttering, "What... was that?"

You think Barbatos was just feeling a bit handsy with you today and he'd do nothing more apart from a few strokes here and there so you go to pour tea when you suddenly feel overwhelming pleasure from your crotch, making you momentarily wonder how long the butler had been playing with your genitals to make you feel this good.

How this timestop works is that when time is frozen in place and Barbatos plays with your genitals or your holes within that frozen realm of time for a certain amount of time, the moment he unfreezes the time then you'll immediately feel the full force of pleasure felt within that certain amount of time he'd been pleasuring you. Example if he was thrusting balls deep within you for approximately an entire day and then continued time, all that pleasure and orgasm accumulated the entire day he'd been thrusting inside you would just hit you all at once the moment time resumes and would most likely instantly turning your mind into mush.

But anyway, Barbatos seems like the guy to tease you a lot so he probably wouldn't go in immediately. He'd make you hot and bothered first, making you feel vulnerable to the sensations that you supposedly don't understand why was happening before finally dicking you down.

Your knees give out underneath you, spilling the teapot and its contents down on the floor but you were preoccupied grabbing in between your legs as you tried to stop yourself from moaning out loud but that obviously failed because the pleasure was just too much and from the stinging sensation you could feel down there, it seems that Barbatos had already penetrated and made you orgasm multiple times.

By the end of it, you've just collapsed on the ground with your face down and your bottom up. There's cum leaking out of your hole and your crotch sore from being played with for who knows how long. You're too fucked out of your mind, unable to think of anything else but the pleasure frying your brain.

Meanwhile, Barbatos is smiling behind the doorway as he fixes his tie and brushes his clothes. Hell, he might 'accidentally' stumble upon your debauched form so he could 'worry' over you and 'take care' of you.

#obey me nightbringer #obey me smut #obey me mc #obey me barbatos #obey me imagine #obey me imagines #we need more timestop seggs tropes

[gwenbunnybun]

I didn't have time for a quickie before class, so he stopped time to have full control of my mind and body

#timestop #girlscontrolled #bimbo hypnosis

[arashi-no-saxlphone]

I'm telling you - the cat ears make me that much more powerful

#sairambles #guilty gear #ggst #axl low #saiplays #Please ignore the fucked up timestop I was trying to be fancy with the 6H groundbounce #PLEASE make that normal more usable arcsys it's so funny #why do chipp and may get to have their slow overhead be plus but mine is -3 fuck you

[jojo-heritage-posts]

if you ever need to get pissed off just open tiktok and see the most god fucking awful jojo takes known to man

#‘’’okuyasu is the most useless jobro’’’ YOURE FUCKING INSANE #someone had a whole ‘theory’ that the world’s ability wasnt actually timestop but could actually use any joestar’s ability ??? #absolute fucking gibberish #its one thing to have unrealistic hc . this shit is just blatantly wrong. with canon evidence #not heritage post #mod talk #that app is a hellhole

[howtofightwrite]

I'm trying to write some old fighters in my story (just plain normal humans) though I've heard of all the old people are vastly more experienced than younger fighters, but how about when the old fighters in fact started learning late (and how late?)? Is there a difference with a 25 year old with 5 years experience and a 60 year old with 10 years experience? I keep hearing it's never too old to start, but isn't that just recreational and fitness purposes?

It's not just recreational and fitness, but this start to run into some serious issues. Physically, you'll hit your peak sometime between your late teens to early twenties (this varies from individual to individual, but even at the latest, you'll peak in your mid-twenties), and will all be down hill after that. In fact, for a martial artist, that decline is going to be more significant because martial arts (and combat) put extraordinary strains on the body.

Someone who is in their sixties and has maintained a healthy exercise regime, is likely to be in better health than I am. I've had bone-on-bone contact in my knees since I was in my late twenties. And, yeah, that's not normal for a martial artist, but that's kind of persistent injuries you'll start to see.

So when we're talking about experience, a lot of times the sheer volume overcomes that damage. Someone who's 60 years old, and has been practicing martial arts for 55 years, is going to be far more dangerous. Even with the damage they've done to their body over the years, they're simply to be more effective than someone in comparatively good health, but with limited training and experience.

Starting at twenty and training for five years isn't a lot of experience. Now, there are very significant possibilities here that could radically alter that calculation. Particularly if they've been trained in a practical martial art, with the intention of using it on other people. Some potential examples would be military Krav Maga, MCMAP, even the version of Judo practiced by law enforcement agencies. Someone who is 25, and has been training to kill people with their hands since they were 20, can be a legitimately dangerous foe.

Beyond that, starting at 50 is unusually late for a practical combatant. That's well past the point where age is taking a toll on your body, and by that point in your life, you're going to need to be very careful with the fights you commit to. Ten years of combat experience is going to further amplify that. Again, ten years isn't a lot of martial arts training, particularly for someone in their sixties. It's not weird for a recreational martial artist who entered later in life, but it is unusually late for someone to start combat training that late. Most practical combatants would have started much earlier in life (probably in their twenties, like the other example you gave.)

Of course, the critical thing about someone who's sixty is, they have sixty years of experience. It may not be combat related, but that experience is there, and, if they're smart, that can dramatically help cover for their lack of combat experience. Everyone is different, and when you're talking about a much older character, like this, it can be very difficult to predict how well they'll handle a given situation, without a full breakdown of the character. That could easily be someone with a lot of experience psychologically assessing and manipulating others, who could easily turn those skills into a significant strategic advantage, or it could be they're exceptional at basket weaving. Like I said, it's hard to judge in a vacuum.

I suppose the short answer is, “yes, there are differences,” but that was always going to be the case. Your characters should be (somewhat) unique from one another, or you should probably start to condense and cull the roster of characters. Someone who started much later in life would need to be a very different martial artist from someone who started combat training at 20.

-Starke

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#how to fight write #Starke answers #writing advice #writing reference #writing tips #timestop basket weavers

[iyote]

Every time I remember that Jotaro calls Star Platinum’s time-stop “The World,” it saddens me.  That’s Star Platinum’s own ability, there’s no reason why he should call it by the name of DIO’s stand, except for the fact that he can’t dissociate it from DIO’s power.  

It’s no wonder he doesn’t use it for 10 years, nor does he ever use it flippantly.  He’s reluctant to stop time unless it’s absolutely necessary.  Because every time he uses that power, he’s thinking about that fateful night in Cairo.  

He doesn’t see it as his own ability, he still sees it as DIO’s ability.  “The power of The World.”  And so he avoids it.  he’s fucking traumatized.  

#especially considering that araki explained that splatinum's timestop functions slightly differently than dio's timestop #essentially the world stops time while splatinum moves faster than time #they end up very very similar but splatinum's power is more an extension of his speed #so they're not even identical powers. but of course jotaro can't help but be reminded of dio whenever he uses it #it's an aspect of his ptsd... #jojo thoughts #jotaro #analysis

[hothothotch]

𝟬𝟭. 𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘀...

TW: blood.

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

THEY SURELY GOT ABSOLUTELY NOTHING ON YOU.

No more than 24 hours had gone by since George Foyet called you with his doomsday message, but that was enough to have your nerves completely unsettled — and unfortunately for you, who always considered yourself as someone that was always in control of your own feelings, you were really close to losing your mind.

Not that you believed in a word said by George's crazy lips (you've learned soon enough that his mind worked differently from... well, anyone, and while he was a computer genius — one that had fixed your own computer problems more than once —, he was also a victim of a dormant serial killer, which meant that he had traumas that definitely made him function differently from you), and you knew they were usually lies, conspiracy theories or food cravings, but even you had to confess that receiving his call on the day before Tom Shaunessy — a former police officer from Boston PD — died was a hell of a coincidence.

Or maybe George's guts were finally starting to get things right.

No, no, no. You couldn't give yourself the luxury of thinking George was right, because if he was right, he was in danger, and considering your shared background, you were acutely aware that if George Foyet was, in any capacity, in danger, you were possibly the next one in line.

"He's probably not right" you muttered to yourself for what was possibly the 100th that day, your hands moving frantically as you tried your best to clean up a glass you had in your hands, "Yeah, he's crazy. He could never be right. Everything's ok, and George is just crazy...".

"The best people are" a female voice came from behind you, causing you to jump on your place, turning to meet the friendly face of Diana Clairemont looking back at you, her blonde hair perfectly tied in a fancy bun (something not too usual), "And considering your talking to yourself, I guess you're a bit crazy, too".

Diana's words were low, almost confidential, and the smirk on her lips as she leaned to tell you her "secret" showed you she was just kidding; still, you couldn't bring yourself to offer her nothing but a strangled and not real smile as you placed the clean glass among the others.

"If I'm not..." you muttered to yourself, clearing your throat loudly before grabbing yet another cup, "I sure will be soon enough".

Diana's eyes were pitiful when she took a deep breath, diminishing the space between the two of you to place one friendly hand on your lower arm before you could re-start your previous cleaning agenda, "Craziness is a state of mind, honey" she said, and her accent — a strong, clear, British accent, a contrast to your own Mexican one — showing as it usually did whenever she was offering someone a piece of advice (or scolding her husband), "Wanna talk about it?".

You didn't. God knows you didn't. But after Foyet called you, you had the worst 24 hours of your life, and since your therapist seemed to be too busy to answer your calls — which, you thought, should be prohibited —, talking with someone seemed better than bottling up your feelings for more and more time, until it consumed you.

Just like what happened the last time.

"A friend called" you sighed heavily, placing the glass back on its previous place to cross your arm in front of your body, eyes fixed on the big windows that showed a clear image of the road outside, a bustle of people walking in and out of stores, smiley and happy, minding their own business as if nothing could get to them. You know something that could, something that would end their happiness for the rest of their lives, but something you could never desire them to feel, "He practically said that the end of the world is knocking at the door, and I just... I don't know, I've been thinking about it".

"About the doomsday?".

"No!" you chuckled dryly, shaking your head as you looked down at your feet, "You know... when I was a kid... something happened. Something that forced my parents into moving back to Mexico, so I could have stability and could take care of my mental health..." Diana hummed in agreement, and you knew by the look you saw when you stared at her that she had found her own word for what had happened, and that word was abuse, "It's not its birthday or anything like that, but the cop who was taking care of the case just... passed. And I feel like things are linked. That's it, I'm pretty much crazy".

"Oh, honey, no! You're not crazy!" Diana assured, pulling your for a sided and mostly clumsy hug (or what she could make look like a hug, considering that you were taller than her), "So many things happened at the same time, it's normal to think those things are linked in some degree. And while I imagine you felt safe while he was alive..." you didn't, "You may think that now he's passed, you'll be in danger again. That's a mind trick, you're gonna be ok".

You nodded, muttering a small and weak "Thank you, Di" before squeezing her arm to acknowledge her kindness. Diana was really a good person, and have her around in a moment like that was a gift, considering she gave you a space to let out whatever you feared — and right now, you feared a lot.

But the point was: Diana knew nothing about your background story; as far as she knew — as far as most of the town knew — you were just a good cook from a poor Mexican family that was lucky enough to be blessed with the opportunity of having your own business in a country that had a lot of questions with Latin-American people. You were the one in a million, that rare coin grandpa's kept hidden because they were rare enough to be worth the value of their own houses. You were an example to every little Latin-American girl who had heard that they should return to their own country.

You were a very lucky girl.

On the other side, though, the truth was a lot darker than anyone could think — they didn't know about the years of PTSD; how you could barely leave your home, afraid of whatever hid in the darkness; how you never felt safe at home again; how waking up every day was both a curse and a blessing; they didn't know that even the names of your cakes had a past, and a story, and a deep meaning.

People knew nothing about you, so to expect they understood your pain was... impossible. Because the only person that could understand it was...

A crazy, doomsday-prophet man that barely made it out of his house.

Maybe you and George needed to have a little talk.

"You feeling better?" Diana asked after a few moments of silence, that same small smile still dancing on her lips as she looked up at you — it was, to some extent, a maternal look, and you were grateful you still had that even with your mother miles away from you.

"Yeah, I am. Maybe the only way to get rid of those thoughts is if I go straight to its source" you said, stomping on your feet as you offered the older woman a smile of your own, "Matilda! I need a Foyet, please!".

Your waiter, Matilda, looked at you from over her shoulder, saluting you as she started to march to the showcase where all the cakes were, "Yes, Ma'am!".

You laughed at her foolishness, turning back to face Diana, whose smile had not faltered yet. With a last squeeze on her arm, you started your walk towards Matilda, ready to pick the to-go box of cake when the bell on the door rang, causing you to look up at the door, a frown appearing on your face at the man who had just joined that ambiance.

"Roy?" you asked, clearly baffled, "What are you doing here? Thought you'd talk to Shaunessy's family—".

"Something else came up" Roy informed, walking hurriedly towards you, his hands moving frantically as he spoke, "You need to come with me, now".

"Why?" you asked, your accent a lot more pronounced now that your anxiety started to slowly come back at his own nervousness — you've known Roy for a long time, and you've never seen him as unsettled as he seemed to be at that moment, "What happened?".

"I'll explain on the way, but now you need to—".

"No!" you replied firmly, stepping firmly to stand your ground. You didn't realize when you switched to your mother language, petulance in your every word, "No me iré a ninguna parte hasta que me digas lo que pasó!".

Roy didn't speak Spanish (and you knew that because you've helped him as a translator in a lot of his cases), but it didn't take him a lot to understand what you were saying, even in a different language — if he didn't start talking, he should be ready to stay the whole day trying to move you out of that bakery, because you wouldn't leave.

He sighed heavily, running both his hands over his face before finally looking back up to you — and that was the first time you saw he wasn't just nervous or stressed, he was also tired.

A goosebump ran up your spine, and when he finally uttered the next words, a part of you already knew it was coming.

"He's back. The Reaper is back".

(***)

CAUSE EVEN THE BEST WORRIER THAT EVER WAS GOT NOTHING ON AARON HOTCHNER — not a not-so-fully relaxed Aaron Hotchner (the one who appeared whenever he had to explain to Jack why mommy wasn't joining them for dinner again) and much less with a dead-set to a goal SSA Aaron Hotchner.

It wasn't exactly a secret to anyone that, from the moment he left the US Attorneys to become an FBI Agent, Aaron had immediately become an overthinker — a polite way not to call him an extreme paranoid; of course, it didn't show at the job, place where he was supposed to always be calm and collected (and he made it perfectly, by the way), but those traits showed up whenever he was away, in moments he'd spend with Jack, or the rare talks with Haley...

Oh, and last night when Tom Shaunessy told him they were being watched by a prolific Serial Killer. That was the highlight of his night.

"There's something bothering you" Rossi whispered, leaning against the table that separated him and Aaron, his analytic eyes focused on his friend, one glass of scotch (that he shouldn't be drinking, considering they were working) in hands as he tried to cover his lips not to call the attention of the rest of the team, "Mind sharing?".

"Aside from the fact that Shaunessy made a deal with the devil and now we have to find and arrest a dormant serial killer?" Aaron grumbled between his teeth, not looking up from his papers, "No, I think that's all that's bothering me".

It wasn't. And Aaron knew that Rossi was aware of that.

"Hmm" the older man hummed, grabbing his own file to take a look at it, "That's an unsettling fact, yes... but I think you're more worried about something that's not here..."

Aaron peeked up at Rossi through his thick eyelashes, sighing heavily with an unamused expression on his face when he muttered, "I guess you're gonna tell me what it is?".

David smiled cheekily, and it didn't take a profiler to know how pleased he was about that talk — and about his ability to show off how smarter he was, if compared to Aaron (who, they all knew, was a really good profiler), "The gap".

“Which gap?” Aaron asked, raising one brow. Had he noticed the gap? Yes. Would he tell David, and let that cocky smile on the older profiler’s face grow bigger? Of course not!

“Don’t play dumb, Aaron. Doesn’t fit you” David retorted, "I know you noticed the gap between Michele and Felicity's killing, how he spent more than his usual cooling off period without killing anyone—"

"And how Felicity was his last victim before Shaunessy's deal, yes" he gave up, finally allowing himself to completely look at David, "What do you want me to say now?".

"Why this is bothering you" the older man shrugged, one brow raised, "Because I can see it is. Something tells me that you've seen something in this gap, something more than you're willing to tell us".

"Because it's just a theory" Aaron retorted, "A theory based in a bigger cool off period, that possibly doesn't mean anything—".

"But that can give us a lead" Rossi retorted, licking his lips, "So if you won't tell me, I'm gonna build my own theory about your theory".

Aaron didn't reply, keeping his eyes set on David for a few moments, aware that his co-worker was studying him — Rossi was one of the few Agents at BAU able to profile him, and possibly (no, certainly) the only one he didn't close himself off to; he knew that a part of him, as hidden as it was, wanted Rossi to read him, to know what he was thinking. That way he wouldn't be the one burdening people with his points of view, or pitiful stories — he couldn't be accused of plaguing someone when they found it out first.

Maybe his inability of opening up was the reason why his marriage ended. That is, another reason why his marriage ended — at this point he had found so many of them, that he could barely discover which one was the real reason.

"I think you believe there's another victim" David pointed finally, his hands moving through the pictures inside his manila folder, analyzing each and every one with care and attention, "Someone we never knew about, and they couldn't have died, otherwise we'd know".

Aaron nodded slowly, leaning heavily against his chest, feeling the weight of this whole case weighing on his shoulders, "I don't wanna believe it, though" he confessed in a low tone, "Because if there's another victim, and they're alive, it means that Shaunessy uncovered an attempted murder for the sake of his career, and this story is getting worst at every minute".

David nodded slowly, his face showing he understood Aaron's point — if there was a surviving victim, one that dated that far on the investigation... well, he couldn't imagine the retaliation the Boston PD would suffer over it, over Tom Shaunessy's mistake.

"He did what he thought was right, Aaron" David said lowly, closing his folder and taking a sip of his drink, "I'm not saying Shaunessy is innocent, he's not, but he regrets his choice".

"Yes, but the first thing we learn at the Academy is that those calls..." he pointed at the rough contract the Reaper had given Shaunessy, "We don't make them. We don't decide whether a serial killer's gonna be free or not, we make sure they'll pay for what they've done, prosecuted to the full extent of the law...".

"But we're profilers. We're FBI" David emphasized the last word, as if Aaron had forgotten it for a minute in his speech, "We make decisions that can affect the whole country, we travel all around it to make sure everyone is as safe as possible, and we do whatever it takes to make sure they're safe and sound" he stopped for a minute, taking into Aaron's expression — as usual, Aaron had a scowl on his face, but the lines were softer, a sign that, even though he didn't agree with everything David was saying, he was still listening, and still learning, "Shaunessy thought he was doing the right thing to protect Boston, and for ten years it worked pretty well. He did what he could do with the limited resources he had. Now it's on us to use every resource we have to make sure history doesn't repeat itself. To do better than Shaunessy could ever do".

Aaron humphed, looking outside the jet's window, the rays of sun warming his face as he took inhaled and exhaled for a moment before turning back to the folder, "History is already repeating itself" he said, staring at the pictures of the most recent couple killed, "Let's just make sure it won't be as terrible as it was the first time".

(***)

CAUSE EVEN THE BEST WORRIER THAT EVER WAS... there were no more headlines to describe what was happening that day.

You licked your lips slowly, your eyes fixed on the crime scene in front of you, hands going up and down your arms nervously as you bit your inner cheek, the pain starting to build and the metallic taste of blood already present on your lips.

"It can't be happening" you whispered, looking at the black car that had just parked outside the crime scene's limits, "Not again, it can't be...".

You felt when Diana's hands touched your upper arm in a comforting way, just as she had done previously that day; you weren't exactly sure why she and Matthew had decided to come with you and Roy to the crime scene, but they seemed as baffled as you, keeping their bodies close to yours as if trying to shield you from whatever was making you nervous.

They didn't know, and yet there they were.

"Sargeant O'Mara says it's a copycat" Matthew said, but his eyes showed clearly that he had his own doubts about it. Looking down at you, he tried to offer a weak smile before reaching for his pocket, taking his phone out of it, "I have a friend at CIA, maybe...".

"What is he doing here?".

Diana and Matthew immediately turned to look at the same spot you were, head slightly tilted to the side, "I know him" Diana commented, "He worked at Scotland Yard for a few days, helped on a case".

"It's Aaron Hotchner," you said in a whisper, "He's with BAU, he investigated the original case, he..." you stuttered when your eyes met for a second, taking an almost unnoticeable step behind. But if Aaron Hotchner noticed it, he didn't show anything before turning his back towards the car where the victims were left, "If he's here, it means..."

"That it's not a copycat" Roy finished.

You hated romantic books — the cliché ones more than any other. You hated how they always romanticized the terrible and suffocating sensation of fainting because you had had your fair share of experience with fainting to know things didn't happen as glamorously as in the books.

Now, for example, it all started with the sensation of not being able to breathe; it was like your windpipe had suddenly closed, and even the memory of how to breathe had faded away — you knew you were inhaling, but was just impossible to let it out. Then, you weren't able to hear anything. You could see Diana's lips moving, her eyes wide in worry as she tried to get a hold of you — and while you knew you were slowly moving away, you couldn't feel your feet moving.

The blur was the next thing you noticed, and the last...

Before you hit the ground.

taglist: @realdirectionx

#aaron hotchner imagine #aaron hotchner fanfiction #aaron hotchner fanfic #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #hotch #hotch x reader #aaron hotchner x reader #hotch x you #time stopped #timestopped

[yugiohcardsdaily]

Photon Timestop

"Take 1 'Photon' or 'Galaxy' Continuous Spell/Trap from your Deck and either add it to your hand or place it face-up on your field. If this Set card in its owner's control is destroyed by your opponent's card effect during your opponent's turn and you control 'Galaxy-Eyes Photon Dragon' or an Xyz Monster that has it as material: You can activate this effect; it becomes the End Phase of this turn."

#photon timestop #yugioh #yu-gi-oh #yu-gi-oh cards #duel monsters

[jesse-is-inarguably-purple]

THE UNHINGED FUCKING CHAOS OF THIS MOMENT

#TIMESTOP WITHIN A TIMESTOP #NINTH LEVEL COUNTERSPELL #IM LOSING IT #MARISHA'S FULLY UNDER THE TABLE #PATIA IS DEAD #AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH #original #exu calamity #marisha ray #lou wilson

[scribblersobia]

January lasted for only four days! It is already 29th Jan; where did it go? We celebrated the new year yesterday, didn't we?

Dear time, Please stop and drink some water; you are running so fast you must be tired!

@scribblersobia

#time is running out #29thjan #wheretimego #wtflife #wtftim #timestop #please #scribblersobia

[sansebastinae]

mhm | (x)

#just for my thinking sorry #timestop powers...sounds nice #sebastian vettel #*points* i made these

[viovio]

anyone else annoyed when strangers reply to your stories about your parents earnestly trying to connect to your interests with "and then everyone clapped" or r/thathappened like bro stfu

#speak iza #its not even a point of if you have a positive relationship with your parents people would know i dont like mine for a lot of reasons #its just... damn! #my mom would walk in when im watching jojo and she knows them by name now shes like #oh no jolaine.... shes in trouble and i turn to her like dont worry the power of love forever and always #and its the timestop knives scene

[sportslinka]

Watch online Modern Times Movies

Modern Times is a 1936 comedy film written, directed, and starring Charlie Chaplin. The film tells the story of a factory worker who struggles to survive in the modern industrialized world. Modern Times is widely regarded as a masterpiece of cinema, and its themes of automation, dehumanization, and alienation remain relevant to this day.

The film opens with Charlie Chaplin's character, known only as the Tramp, working in a factory on an assembly line. The Tramp is a cog in the machine, performing the same task over and over again with no end in sight. The factory is a symbol of the modern industrialized world, where efficiency and productivity are prioritized over human needs and emotions.

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