#reblog with what you think they were arrested for lol

[misshyacinths]

Saw the barbie meme and i couldnt resist, whatever theyre arrested for we know its Flynn’s fault

#fairshaw #flynn fairwind #Mathias Shaw #reblog with what you think they were arrested for lol

[transrevolutions]

french revolution dashboard simulator

🐀 ami-du-peuple Follow

uh actually man has the right to deal with his oppressors by devouring their beating hearts. hope this helps.

🎩 departicle Follow

Hold up. Okay. Actually, fuck this. This sort of violent rhetoric should not be tolerated on here. Do you seriously think this sort of thing is going to make the nobility give you more rights???? You must be out of your minds! Reported.

🧵 seamstressproud Follow

reblog to devour this guy's beating heart

#username checks out lmao #politics #everybody point and laugh #common adp w

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organt-deactivated06151792

update: new canto out now!!! go check it out 😈😏🥀 (remember don't like don't read <3)

📜 sacredhostreceipts Follow

@centuriesandskies this you?? not such a great look for a convention rep ngl

🌄 centuriesandskies Follow

listen. I wrote this a long time ago, before I went into serious politics. the account is deactivated for a reason.

I was twenty. I did poorly. I can do better.

#sj.txt #if this is the worst dirt you can dig up on me #i'm way less corrupt than half the people in the convention these days #at least i'm not doing fucking. embezzlement. #also sacredhostreceipts if you're who i think you are #don't you have better things to do rn?

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🌎 landscape-showdown Follow

🌎 landscape-showdown Follow

why the fuck is everyone tagging this with french??? political figures?

#what the hell is going on over there #also maybe cool it with the death threats #I don't want this blog to get taken down #what's a girondin #is this some joke I'm not french enough to understand #showdown update

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⛪ progressivepriest Follow

Unpopular opinion but why is everyone so up in arms about the new Civil Oath? Literally all it's asking is for you to promise not to commit treason just because the Pope tells you to? I can see where people are coming from with the whole violation-of-religion deal, but can you blame the Assembly for trying to make sure the people aren't forcibly subjugated by the wealth of the nobility?

faith-first-alwaysdeactivated03011791

Sounds like something a heretic would say. To betray the Pope and king is to betray the will of God and your eternal soul! You should pray for forgiveness and pledge loyalty to the monarchy or have fun burning in hell. Sorry not sorry.

⛪ progressivepriest Follow

L + ratio + iirc the Bible says "it is easier for a rope to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter heaven" (Matthew 19:24)

🎻 lacarmagn01e Follow

occasional based catholic moment, go off OP!

🌊 sea-of-revolution Follow

looked the faith-first-always guy's blog, he's like a massive anti-huguenot too 🙄 why is it always the prot-exclusive radical catholics smh

🌊 sea-of-revolution Follow

LMAOOOOO HE DEACTIVATED

#religion tag #percs fuck off #anyways op makes a valid point #reblog #percs dni

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🛌 virtuous-bedtime Follow

she committee on my safety til I can't go public

🍊 springtimeofgovernment Follow

I don't understand the joke, can someone explain please?? 🙂 Thank you!

🧵 seamstressproud Follow

is that fucking MAXIMILIEN ROBESPIERRE?!!?!?!?

🛌 virtuous-bedtime Follow

oh my god citizen robespierre I'm so sorry this was not meant to break containment lol I didn't even know you were on this site please forget you saw this

#this is the most embarassing moment of my life #literally sobbing rn #the original post is /j i prommy #i cannot be known as the citizen who had to explain this to the government

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🪓 indulgentsfuckoff Follow

fabre d'eglantine is NOT your poor little meow meow citizens he literally falsified decrees from the national convention and embezzled money to line his own pockets. I don't care how uwu babygirl you think he is he is a CRIMINAL who should be ARRESTED

💛 i-give-people-bread Follow

🥖🍞🥐

#baguette #loaf #croissant #i-give-people-bread #indulgentsfuckoff #silly

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🧱 comic-sans-culotte Follow

fucking fed up with the constant threat of the swiss guard, I think it's time we got some gunpowder and weapons and took things into our own hands yknow what I'm saying

🧱 comic-sans-culotte Follow

I'm no longer joking about this btw

🧱 comic-sans-culotte Follow

update:

hopital

🧱 comic-sans-culotte Follow

ok bc I've gotten like 50 asks about this: I am not injured and I am not in need of medical care. the punchline was that we stormed the fucking hotel des invalides to get guns and powder. didn't want to clarify the joke before now for security reasons but everyone knows about that and the bastille thing by now. please direct your money to people who actually need it.

#shouldve clarified the last post was /j #however I assumed yall knew this joke already #anyways #revolution #personal #500 #1k

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🌾 nopain-nograin Follow

got so high at the festivial 2day i thnk i saw hte suapreme being

#robespiere speech was prboably 🔥 #unforntuately i camt rember any of it #grainposting #oipum ehre is somtehing else thes days #memes

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🎨 jldavid-real-moved Follow

incredible speech from @springtimeofgovernment today at the jacobin club. nobody should be permitted to use their positions as civic leaders to commit crimes against the people, even under the guise of revolutionary fervor. if it comes to it, I too will drink the hemlock with him. for france. 🤝🤝

🍊 springtimeofgovernment Follow

Thanks for your support, @jldavid-real

The situation over here is deteriorating really quickly, the representatives are getting violent and abandoning due process entirely. Anything you can do to stand with us now would be very appreciated. You do a lot of great work for the revolution, and I trust you completely.

🍊 springtimeofgovernment Follow

@jldavid-real are you still there? We could really use your help right now.

🌄 centuriesandskies Follow

boosting @springtimeofgovernment here, can confirm he's been injured in a skirmish at the hotel de ville, they're passing summary death sentences without trial, @jldavid-real where is the help you promised us??? the people of paris are our only hope now.

edit: of course he moved blogs. coward.

#sj.txt #disappointed yet unsurprised #marat would be ashamed of you #9 thermidor #update

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🎻 lacarmagn01e Follow

DNI if you support any of these groups/people or their actions: m0narchists, f3uillants, br1ssotins/g1rondins, th3rmidorians, b0napart1sts, h3nri du v3rgier (also goes by c0mte de r0chjacquelin), charl0tte c0rday, or lafay3tte

(h3bertists and dant0nists you're on thin ice. behave.)

#censored so they dont show up in the tags #dni #get your nasty ass ideologies off my page #won't hesitate to block and/or report any violators #pinned

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gracchus-babeufdeactivated05271797

reblog to make the directoire choke to death on their stupid fucking outfits

🌊 sea-of-revolution Follow

hey staff. yeah you. where did this blog go?? notfishgoujon and prairial-95 are gone as well?? cowards too afraid to show your faces lmao especially after the fucking mess the directoire's made of the country. bet you anything that staff are on their fucking payroll too iykwim at least the republic didn't tolerate fucking bribery

#this site's gone to the dogs since thermidor yr 2 #following the trend of the rest of the country tbh #i'll probably get nuked for posting this #if so i'm not making a new account #i'll just make a paleocities or smth #politics tag #reblog #don't play with me ik full well gb didn't delete his blog of his own free will #they also zero note glitched it #just when you think they can't stoop lower

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📕 spectrehauntingeurope Follow

it's been 50 fucking years since gracchus-babeuf (and the other CoE blogs) were deleted without warning and still no response from staff, the govt, or anything. the site's gone through a fuckton of ownership changes and still nothing.

we're working on a bit of a project (some of you might know abt it already), it's gonna be out prob in the next year or so. remember '89. remember '93 and '94. remember '97.

the people will rise again. it's only a matter of time. 🚩

-mod karl

#french revolution #pigeon.txt #shitpost #frev #frevblr #robespierre #saint just #marat #oof this was. a project. #dashboard simulator #funny #meme #unreality #just to be safe

[reiderwriter]

♣️ To Warm a Lonely Night ♣️

Chapter 6 of That's What You Get

Pairing: Spencer Reid X Reader

Prev. Chapter || Next Chapter

Word Count: 4.6k

Summary: With a few days of leave ahead of you, you wake up in Spencer's apartment with absolutely no plans to leave. All in the pursuit of regaining your memory, of course.

Warnings: none, but there is one sexually explicit-ish sentence at the end (which may or may not be a spoiler for the next chapter, who knows 👀).

A/N: Ahh! I can't believe we're halfway through! This one is mainly fluff, and I hope you love it because it's building to something more next Chapter tee hee. It's a bit later of an upload today because I've been so busy at work, so please forgive me lol 🙏 And please, please, PLEASE let me know in the comments/reblogs/through an ask what you think about it! It'd would make my week 🩷

True to his word, Spencer provided you with a toothbrush, toothpaste, wet tissues to remove your make-up with, a generous amount of pajama options, and a warm bed. You had shyly accepted everything and readied yourself for bed in a matter of minutes, half of you cursing your stupidity at landing in this situation and the other half of you jumping for joy at being back in the same bed as him.

He was right about there being a possibility that the two of you jumping into bed together - again - could jog some memories for you. The only solid memory you had of your marriage was, after all, waking up the day after. So you’d thrown on the plaid pajama bottoms and oversized sweatshirt that surely must’ve been big on him too, and slunked back into his bedroom.

He was already there of course, folding down the covers to his bed and climbing in, trying to make it seem more comfortable and appealing by removing the stacks of books that were strewn across it.

“Sorry, don’t get much use out of that side of the bed,” he said, noticing your eyes on him at that moment.

“You don’t? After everything you said, I assumed that you had… frequent visitors.” You looked up at his face to gauge his reaction, delighted by the flush of color that greeted you there.

He cleared his throat and turned away, shelving another set of books. “It’s not… I’m not that great at picking up women if you hadn’t already guessed that, Y/N.”

“I don’t know, you managed to get me to marry you in the span of less than three hours, Spencer, so I’d say you’re plenty good at it.”

“That was the alcohol, though.”

“It wasn’t.” You let the thought hang in the air between you, having mumbled it so quietly you weren’t sure if he even heard you. You cleared your throat and tried again.

“I mean, can you imagine if some random guy had tried to pick me up and marry me this weekend? Hotch would’ve had to arrest me. Or worse.” You laughed a little to ease the tension of your sudden almost-confession. What the hell were you thinking, blurting out something like that?

“Thank god you got me, then, right?” Spencer smiled back at you, sitting up on the edge of the bed facing you.

“Yeah. Thank god.” You moved towards him then, awkwardly asking which side you should sleep on, and he quickly moved over for you, letting you climb up into the bed as he returned to the door to shut it and turn the lights off.

You listened to his footsteps as he returned to the bed, pulling the covers up and over himself, trying not to confuse his movements with your heavy heartbeat. He didn’t reach out to you, and so you didn’t reach out to him, the two of you awkwardly facing each other in bed, not touching in even the smallest of places.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

“Goodnight, Spencer.”

–X–

You hoped that you would wake up tangled up in him, that his arms would be wrapped around you, his legs buried deep between your own. You hoped that his breath would be warm on your neck, that he would take the plunge and give you a good morning kiss, and that he would pull you closer into him, suggesting that the two of you not move for another hour at least.

Instead, you woke alone, the bedsheets still warm as you heard the sounds of running water soundtrack your morning. Spencer was gone, and he hadn’t bothered to wake you.

Of course, this was his apartment, and you knew exactly where it was since your brain had finally kicked into gear two minutes into consciousness, but the overwhelming disappointment had you almost frustrated to tears.

So much for trying to jog the memories of your wedding.

You cautiously climbed out of bed after hearing the shower switch off, following the dying trail of steam to the bathroom just as he emerged from within.

“Y/N. You’re awake, good morning.” He greeted you, almost too naturally for a man wrapped in nothing but a white towel. You stared at him a minute too long, your gaze raking down his body, doing everything it could to deny your brain's pleas to pleases look back at his fucking face, for god’s sake.

“Sorry, forgot to bring clothes, not used to this sharing a space thing,” he said awkwardly, shifting from foot to foot a little, before giving you one of those tight-lipped smiles you loved seeing.

“Shit, um, sorry, I’ll just head back to the bedroom.” You start walking in that direction, then automatically change my mind. “No, you need to get clothes, I’ll stand here.” You nodded at that last decision, sticking by it and boring a hole into the floor with your rapid attention to it,

He smiled at you again, ruffling your hair as he passed you on his way back to his own room, leaving you alone with your already sinful thoughts, to gently rest yourself against the wall and convince yourself that you could persist through this temptation.

He emerged a few minutes later, and, with some grace and fucking decorum finally, you looked up at his eyes and started talking cohesively.

“Spencer, why didn’t you wake me? We were supposed to see if this could jog a memory for either of us right, that’s the whole reason I stayed over.”

“Sorry, it must’ve slipped my mind.”

“Spencer, you have an eidetic memory,” you deadpanned, crossing your arms as you waited for his real answer, blocking the doorway to the rest of his apartment with a stern look.

“Okay, I give up. You just looked too… Too happy. Resting there tucked into my arm. I didn’t want to wake you up, because I’ve seen how you get on cases after you’ve had only a couple hours of sleep and I don’t want to be on the other end of that.”

You laughed at him then, not knowing whether his words were truthful or not, and trying your best not to profile him.

“Would you mind if…Spencer, would you mind if I stayed a little longer?” You grabbed his hand and held it as you said the words, trying not to use the way his body stiffened to inform any decisions you were about to make.

“What for?” He asked, genuinely curious.

“We only have seven days, right? And, let’s be honest, most of them are going to be spent on some case or the other. I was hoping we could spend these precious few moments free from work trying to get our memories back.” You smiled up at him hopeful, squeezing his hand just a little.

“I, um… Sure. I have some tickets to a thing this weekend, though, but I can cancel.” Your heart jumped into your stomach and your face dropped as you did your best to backpedal.

“No, wait, Spencer, if you have plans, that’s okay, I can go home.”

“It was just this stupid book fair thing. It’s okay, I didn’t even have anyone to go with.” You almost laughed at his obliviousness.

“Spencer, it’s not stupid, and now you have someone to go with.”

“I do?”

“Yes. Your wife, now where is it?”

–X–

The book fair had turned out to be an accidentally amazing first date. Which was, you’d realized after driving home to change clothes and freshen up, exactly what it was going to be. A date. Another - accidental - date.

He’d picked you up a half hour later, and together you’d driven the 45 minutes to the fair. It was more of a book jumble sale, a collection of vendors, antique dealers, indie bookshops, and exhibitions coming together to celebrate vintage, used, and second-hand books. Spencer was excited, of course, but you felt like a kid in a candy store, ooh-ing and aah-ing at every special edition, basking in the smell of old books, and desperately seeking out the most obscure titles you could find.

You’d made a game out of it with Spencer, sharing a laugh over titles including “Ducks and How To Make Them Pay,” by W. Cook and “An Essay on the Art of Ingeniously Tormenting; with Proper Rules for the Exercise of that Pleasant Art,” by Jane Collier. Walking through the aisles of stalls, you let your hand slip into Spencer’s, not letting yourself think too hard about it.

You’d probably held his hand at some point on your wedding night, you thought to yourself, so maybe it would help. Your justifications were unwarranted, though, as you knew you weren’t letting him go until you absolutely had to.

“Spencer, look at that!” You gasped excitedly, pulling him over to a stall decorated in an array of plushies, some old and worn, some newer, showcasing children’s books from the last century. He trailed after you with a stumble, your excitement having pulled him a little too quickly, his long limbs not able to move as gracefully as you’d somehow managed to.

“Oh my god, isn’t this adorable?” You asked him, squeezing his hand a little bit as you perused the titles. Titles you remembered from your own childhood were there: Judy Bloom, the Babysitters Club, and some Enid Blyton. You talked his ear off about each childhood memory you had with each of the books when you’d read them, asking if he’d read them, too.

“I’m sorry, I’m just so excited about books for some reason,” you apologized to the kind-looking old man running the store, shyly flushing at the run-on conversation you’d been having in front of him.

“It’s fine, my dear, isn’t that why we’re all here? To be excited about books?” He smiled as he looked at you over his glasses, and you pulled Spencer further down the table, noticing that as you went further to the left, the books seemed to get older. You spotted it then, wedged tightly between two piles of other children’s classics, but you pulled it out swiftly, still not dropping Spencer’s hand.

“Spencer look! Anne of Green Gables! I loved this book as a kid, it’s been like 20 years since I last read it.” You beamed up at him, and he smiled down at you as well.

“I’ve read it, too, though only a few years back, I’ll admit. I went through a phase of reading a lot of children’s books after Henry was born to see which would be the best gifts to get him.”

“And did you?”

“Oh, yeah. Got him a whole box set, but I’m not sure if he’s read any of them yet.”

“Perfect, then this one’s for me.” You said quickly, before turning back to the vendor and asking him how much for the book. He gave you the price, a reasonable one for a vintage book. Before you could pull out your money to pay, though, Spencer had dropped your hand and pulled out his own wallet, handing over the money before you could even insist he didn’t have to.

“Spencer! You didn’t have to do that!”

“I know. I wanted to.” The look he gave you had your stomach doing somersaults, as you felt the blood race to your face.

“That’s one very sweet boyfriend you’ve got yourself there, my dear,” the old man said, handing the book back over, having wrapped it, and placed it in a paper bag. Before you could stutter out an explanation, Spencer was sending you further into a tailspin with his own reply.

“I’m her husband, actually. We’re newlyweds.”

“Ah, my apologies, I didn’t see a ring, so I just assumed.” You looked down at your left hand then, before Spencer wrapped it in his again. You’d taken the ring off after you’d woken up that first day, and not wanting any questions about it, you’d placed it in your bag and then in your jewelry box when you finally returned home. You had shown it to Penelope though, in a romcom-drunk fit of giggles.

With another thank you, you quickly left the stall behind, this time Spencer being the one to take action and pull you excitedly onward.

“What did you do with that ring?” He asked, genuinely curious. “And where did we even get it?”

“It’s in a jewelry box at my house, I didn’t… I didn’t want anyone asking questions, you know.” You felt a small tension between you then, as you suddenly acknowledged the circumstances of your relationship. You were doing the adult version of “playing house,” and neither of you was sure when the game was going to come to an end.

“And no memories, remember? We probably picked it up on the side of the road somewhere, or maybe it’s a souvenir from the chapel?”

“No, I only caught a glimpse of it, and it didn’t look like costume jewelry or something we could get for cheap.” You looked at him puzzled before an idea came to you.

“What if I send a picture of it to Penelope? See if she can come up with anything for us. I’ll tell her one of my college roommates is getting engaged and she’s bragging about the ring, so I wanted to know what it’s worth?” It was a white lie, of course. You still weren’t sure about telling Spencer about Penelope being your witness, not sure how it would go over with him.

“You think that’ll work?”

“Oh yeah, Penelope’s big on girl drama. I think she actually coined the phrase ‘I support women’s rights and I support women’s wrongs.’”

“No, Y/N, about the ring, do you think she’d be able to find it?”

“Spencer, you’ve worked with Penelope Garcia for over a decade, and you’re still doubting her?”

–X–

True to form, Penelope found the ring for you in under 24 minutes, along with a list of stores in the immediate Las Vegas area where it could be purchased, and a follow-up mention that the transaction was nowhere in either of your credit card histories, so you must’ve paid cash.

Which only begged further questions, because where the HELL had you gotten 30k in cash?

“Spencer, holy shit.” You shouted out as he pulled up to his apartment, the two of you finally calling it quits at the book fair after you noticed the sun was beginning to set.

“What? Did you not want to come back here with me, I can drive you home if you want?”

“No, Spencer it’s not that, it’s the ring. It retails for $30,000, Penelope found it. Where the hell did we get that much cash?”

“Cash?”

“For a transaction that large, we must’ve paid cash, right? I haven’t had any cold calls from my credit card company asking me to watch my back, and I certainly don’t have that amount in my regular bank accounts.”

“Oh, right. Well, we were in Vegas.” He shrugged and exited the car, but something about the words rang in your head a little as you followed him in, and you gasped realizing what it was.

“That’s it, Spencer! We went to a casino, we must have! You did your card trick magic and whatever and then boom! Wedding ring!” You smiled at the discovery as he pushed open the door to the apartment building for you, letting you bask in your discovery.

“It’s not magic, really, it’s just math.” You gave his arm a light punch at the stupid words and followed him back up to his apartment.

“Well, then, I want to do a lot more math with you, Doctor Reid.” You wiggled your eyebrows a little, and he burst into laughter in front of you, having finally reached the door to his unit.

Pushing the door open, he left the doorway empty for you to make your decision. Were you really going to follow him back into his apartment again? After making yourself a temporary guest the night before, and forcing the man to spend the entire day with you, you didn’t want to push your luck, but oh god how you wanted him to invite you to stay and never leave. Is this why people got married?

“After you, Mrs. Reid.” His words made the decision for you, and you stepped over the threshold swiftly, letting his hand on the small of your back guide you.

“Since we had takeout last night, I was maybe thinking I could cook today? That is, unless you wanted to go home?” He muttered the words a little shyly, and you found yourself squirming at his cuteness, pushing down the overwhelming urge to kiss him.

“Yeah, I could eat.” Was all you managed before he pulled you into his kitchen and started preparing the pasta dish Rossi had taught you all to make only weeks prior.

–X–

You finished off the pasta quickly and just sat together talking for a while before he returned to the kitchen again for a second and bought out a bottle of wine and two mismatched wine glasses.

“A lecturer got me this when I guest lectured in their class last year, but I don’t drink that much. Do you want to share it with me?” You nodded and grabbed the glasses from his hands, letting him prepare the drinks for you.

“This is kind of like the bar, right? All the books, and now the drinking. It could probably lead to some memories, right?”

“Yeah, it probably could.” He held his drink out and you chimed your glass against his, finally taking a sip as he returned to his seat next to you. At some point, you had migrated from the dining table to the sofa, back in the same seats you’d occupied the night before.

“Let’s play a game,” you said, taking another sip for confidence as he turned to look at you with a questioning stare.

“I have a pack of cards and a chess board, but I’ll warn you I’m not the most fun to play with-”

“Not that type of game, Spencer. I mean like… twenty questions or something?”

“Oh, right, Um, how exactly do you play twenty questions?”

“Is that your first question?”

“Is that yours?”

“See you’re already great at it.” He rolled his eyes at you and shifted himself closer to you on the couch, letting his hand rest gently behind your head. A breeze blew through the room, and you shivered slightly, huddling closer to him, too.

“Okay, so question 1. What’s your favorite book?”

“War and Peace. Or at least it’s the book I reread the most often. What about you?"

“Probably something by Austen. There’s just something about an Austen hero that has me melting.” You let your hand trail up his leg, and you saw him drop his gaze to follow it’s path. “Your turn, Spence.”

“Oh, right… So, what… what is your dream date?”

“I don’t know. Maybe a trip to a cute cafe or… I don’t know, a book fair?” He laughed at that, and you asked your next question.

“Did you think you’d ever get married like this?” You took a deep breath after asking it, not sure if you wanted to hear the answer to that.

“No. I didn’t… I guess I didn’t ever think I would get married. I’ve been alone this long, you know, it seemed that I’d be alone forever, you know.” The words cracked your heart, and you let your hand fall from his thigh to his hand instead. “I’m sure you didn’t so I won’t waste my question on that.”

You laughed a little before answering, “Yeah, I… I didn’t expect it to happen that way. I was picturing more church, white picket fence, 2.5 kids, and growing so old together that we die like that old couple in The Notebook.”

“You want kids?” He asked, almost a little too quickly to be casual about it.

“Yeah, I guess I do. What about you?” Your heartbeat burst into your ears as you let the question sit between you, Spencer considering the question for a while before speaking again.

“I didn’t think about it before… with everything going on with my mom, I guess I was a little afraid about passing on my problems to a small child, but…” He let his head hang for a second, before grabbing his drink again and taking another sip.

“But now what?”

“I don’t know I just… I think it would be really nice. I love spending time with Henry, and Jack, but it’s different when it’s your own, right? Someone to make the world better for.”

“That’s a really beautiful way to put it, Spencer.” You smiled at him, and he matched your gaze, returning your smile. Your game was left abandoned between you then, the questions fizzling out as you just sat, halfway to being in his arms, and looked at him.

“It’s getting late again. And you drank, too, you should probably stay here again tonight.”

“I probably should.”

“And we should probably go to bed now, you never know when we’re going to get called in on an emergency case again.”

“You’re probably right.”

You talked your way around in circles there on his couch, but when you finally crawled into bed together, neither of you feigned the distance of the night before, instantly reaching out to hold each other as your breaths synchronised into shallow breaths.

–X–

Frustratingly though, he was gone again when you woke. You stretched yourself out on his bed, just to be sure, but he was gone. You found him this time in the kitchen, though, making you breakfast.

“Good morning, Spencer.” You walked up to him, grabbing him from behind and letting your head rest on his back, no longer shy with your physical affection. Well, still a little shy. You hadn’t kissed him again yet, and you had no plans to, waiting to see if he’d go that extra step all by himself.

“Good morning. I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat, and honestly, that pasta dish from yesterday is the only thing I really know how to do, so I hope you like pancakes?”

“I’m in love with pancakes, Spencer.”

“That’s a weird way to put it, but great.” You cursed yourself and pulled away from him, grabbing some plates from his cupboards for the two of you. You settled down to eat together, and before you knew it, the morning was drawing to a close.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” He asked you, leaning on the doorway to the bathroom as you brushed your teeth.

“Plans? You want… you want to spend today together as well?” The question had taken you off-guard. You really thought you’d overstayed your welcome, but here he was, asking what was next.

“Yeah, if that’s… if that’s okay with you. You still don’t remember much, right?”

“Right. But, uh, I was kind of planning on running errands today. Laundry, grocery shopping, picking up prescriptions. It’s not going to be like yesterday.”

“Well, then I guess we’re running errands. You need to drop by your house to pick up clothes?” You nodded your reply, finally washing the toothpaste from the side of your mouth.

“Perfect. You can get ready and we’ll go from there.”

–X–

A couple of hours later and a drive to the nearest supermarket, you were surprised at how true to his words Spencer was. He’d followed you to the dry cleaners, and helpfully advised you on which items were best hand-washed vs. laundered by taking a look at their material percentages. You’d accompanied him to his opticians, where he picked up the refill for his contact lenses - while wearing the eyeglasses that you secretly found very, very hot. And now here you were, the picture of domestic bliss in the aisles of a supermarket, arguing over which milk you should buy.

“What if we get called on a case? You don’t want bad dairy in your fridge for a week, trust me.”

“Spencer, I’m telling you, I’ll use it. I drink like a liter of tea a day, and I like mine pretty light.”

“Okay, but it’s your contaminated fridge, not mine.” You scoffed and laughed at him again as he pushed the shopping cart from behind you, trapping you between his body and the handle.

“Spencer, what are you doing?” You rolled your eyes at his childish antics, turning around to face him as he leaned closer.

“What? I like pushing the cart.”

“You like pushing my buttons. Come on, I thought you were supposed to be helping me with the errands today?”

“I tried to help. In fact, I offered some very sound advice on which milk to buy, but I was heartlessly ignored, and now I’m pushing the cart.”

“Okay then, Mr. Tragic Hero. Fruit aisle next, please. I’m going to buy enough perishable goods to really piss you off.”

The stares you got in the supermarket were worth it for that small moment of happiness with Spencer, gently tickling your sides as you practically ran through the supermarket with him, not caring that your groceries haul was about to look like an ingredients challenge on Hell’s Kitchen. Or maybe Gordon Ramsey’s Kitchen Nightmares instead.

He was there next to you, and he was smiling. That’s all you really wanted for that moment.

–X–

After a day of errands, pulling up to your house left an almost empty feeling in your stomach. The groceries had been your last stop, but it had taken you almost two hours to complete them just because of the sheer chaos you’d caused between the two of you, your multiple faux-stand-offs over food choices. You’d since argued over instant coffee brands, apples vs. oranges, the longevity of a pack of Doritos, and more. It was probably the most romantic second date you’d ever been on.

He turned off the engine of the car and immediately began grabbing things from the trunk, grabbing paper bags to deposit within your house. He managed to get all of them in his arms before you even unclipped your seatbelt.

“Spencer, let me help, you can’t carry all of that on your own.”

“I can. Just unlock the door, it’s fine.”

“Okay, but if you break something, you’re driving back to the store alone to replace it.” That was all you said as you led him into the tiny apartment you called home.

“You can put the bags on the counter, I’ll unpack everything later.” He followed your directions quickly, then stepped back into the passage, readying himself by the door to leave.

“Thanks for staying with me again today, Spencer. I really enjoyed having company.”

“Me too. Even if…Y/N, even after all of this is finished, do you think we could… do this more often?” He asked, grabbing your hand and pulling you a bit closer to him in the doorway. You let yourself fall into his arms, not caring which of your neighbors was suddenly out and about to witness this.

“I think I’d like that.” Your lips were inches from each other now, and you stilled yourself completely, not wanting any sudden movements to get between you and the kiss you had been begging for silently since Saturday night. He tilted your head up and leaned down, closing the gap as his arms tightened around you.

His lips were sweet, warm with a hint of the sweetness from the morning's pancakes still, and you wanted more of him. But as his lips slid over yours again, his tongue seeking entrance to your mouth, your stomach dropped with an intense feeling of deja vu.

All of a sudden you felt his hands on your body, his lips trailing down your neck, his cock buried deep inside of you, and his voice low and husky in your ear.

With the force of your entire will, you pushed him away with the whole weight of your body and slammed the door shut in his face.

You had successfully restored part of your memory.

--X--

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LOVE - CHAPTER 6

After getting back together, Janelle finds out thats she's pregnant. Follow along with Josh and Janelle as they deal with the highs and lows of her pregnancy.

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Janelle is played by Justine Skye

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Sequel to All I Need Is You: Read Here

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Janelles eyes bounced back and forth between Josh and Ximena. Josh was literally shaking with anger. His knuckles were white from how hard he was gripping the island counter separating him , Ximena and her brother - Sebastian. The kitchen was quiet, the only thing that could be heard were the sounds of Josh’s harsh breathing and the theme song to Spongebob Square Pants. 

“Have you lost  your fuckin’ mind?” Josh asked lowly, he was trying his hardest not to fly off the handle and choke the shit outta Ximena. Ximena smacked her lips and threw her hair over her shoulder. 

“I just wanted to see my son Joshua.” 

“Man get the fuck outta here with that.” Josh said as he pushed away from the counter and tried to walk closer to Ximena but stopped once Janelle placed her hand on his shoulder.  Janelle pulled him closer to her and whispered in his ear. 

“You need to calm down. I understand you’re upset. Don’t do something that’ll get you arrested and put your job and Xavi in danger.”  He nodded and took a deep breath trying to calm himself back down. 

“Awe isn’t that cute.” Ximena said, narrowing her eyes at Janelle. “So you’re the woman that's been taking care of my son?”  Janelle ignored her and kept her eyes on Josh. She placed her hand overtop of his when he gripped the counter harder. 

“Mommy?” Everyone turned their heads to look at Xavi who was standing by the entryway to the kitchen. Ximena smiled thinking he was talking to her but it quickly disappeared once Xavi walked over to Janelle and grabbed her hand, pulling her down so he could whisper something in her ear. 

“Why is my son calling this bitch mom?” Ximena asked and Janelle snapped her eyes towards her. 

“I aint no bitch, but ya momma is.” Ximena tried to round the counter and get in Janelle’s face but Sebastian grabbed her arm pulling her back.

“She’s pregnant.” He whispered and Ximena rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest.  Janelle’s dad pushed himself out of his chair and grabbed Xavi’s hand leading him out of the kitchen and upstairs. 

“Don’t talk like that infront of my fuckin son..” Josh said. “Why are you here?.” 

“”I just told you I wanted to see my son.”

“So you had to kidnap him?” Janelle asked. “You couldn’t have just contacted Josh to see Xavi?” 

“Kidnap?” Ximena laughed. “I didn’t kidnap my child.” 

“He isn’t your child. You abandoned him, left him on my momma’s porch and dipped. Now four years later you wanna come back. It don’t work like that.” Josh said looking at Ximena like she was crazy, cause she literally had to be. Why would she think that taking Xavier from school was a good idea? “You wanted to come back into his life, you should've contacted me first.” Ximena’s brother scoffed. “Man what? You got somethin’ to say?” 

“You ain’t no better than she is! You abandoned him first!”  

“Fuck is you talkin’ bout?” 

“You left my sister to fend for herself when she was pregnant aint come see the baby in the hospital or nothing. Now you somehow parent of the fuckin year?”  Josh scoffed and looked at Ximena who was looking down at the floor. 

“That's what you told ya family? Man you really are fucked up.” 

“Don’t talk to my sister that way.” Sebastian said, stepping up to Josh. 

“Fuck you and ya sister.” Josh said, pushing Sebastian away from him. “Matter fact y’all can get the fuck out my house ‘for I call the cops.”  

“Okay we’ll go.” Ximena said, grabbing her brother and pulling him towards the door. “You already know we’re going to court, I'm gonna get my son back.” Josh scoffed , 

“Over my dead fuckin’ body.” He said before slamming the door in her face and locking it. 

“So that was my real mommy?” Xavier asked Josh as he tucked him into bed for the night. Josh nodded. 

“Yeah, I'm sorry if you were scared today, Xavi. It won’t happen again I promise.” Xavi nodded and bit the inside of his cheek. 

“She said that I was going to live with her.” Xavi said, his eyes filling with tears at the thought of not being with his dad or Janelle. Josh shook his head. 

“That ain’t gon happen.”  Xavi sniffled and stuck his pinky out. 

“Promise?” Josh linked their pinkies together. 

“I promise.” 

3 weeks later they found themselves sitting in a courtroom. Janelle and Xavier sat in the gallery behind Josh and his lawyer. Ximena kept trying to get Xavi’s attention from her seat but Janelle blocked his view of her. 

She looked over and smiled at Trin and Jon when they sat down next to her. “You guys didn’t have to fly in for this.” She said after giving the both of them a hug. 

“Girl yes we did.” Trin said. “He got all the paperwork he needed?.” Janelle nodded and let out a shaky breath. 

“I hope so. I can’t wait for all this to be over.”

“Can you tell us why you would like full custody of your son Ms Morgan?” 

“Um, because he’s my son.”  

“But you abandoned Xavier did you not?”  Ximena huffed but didn’t say anything. The judge turned her attention to Josh and his lawyer. “You want to prove to the courts that Ms Morgan is unfit, correct?” 

“Yes ma’am.” Josh said and pulled some papers out of a folder. “He was malnourished and was kept in the PICU for 3 weeks after he was in my care.”  He said handing the paperwork to the bailiff. 

Janelle looked over to Ximena who was squirming in her chair and looking extremely uncomfortable. Janelle watched as the judge read over the paperwork, her from deepening the further she read. 

“I also have the police report from the day we found him outside. She just left him there. I don’t know how long he was out there. My brother opened the front door and found him there in his car seat.” Josh said, handing over the police report. 

The judge couldn’t believe what she was hearing and reading. She looked over at Ximena and gave her a disappointing stare.  “I’m not going to lie to you Ms Morgan.” She started. “I’m not liking what I am hearing. All of the evidence and statements that I have received today point to you not being the right person to take care of Xavier.”  Ximena scoffed and opened her mouth to retort but her lawyer grabbed her arm and shook his head.

“You honor, Ms. Morgan is Xavier’s mother and Mr Fatu has Xavier calling his fiance Ms. Porter mom. And I believe Mr Fatu is doing it out of spite.” Janelle and Trinity scoffed and looked at eachother. 

“They scramblin’ now.” Jon said with a smirk on his face. “She aint gon win this.” 

“Objection your honor.” Josh’s lawyer said as he stood up. “Ms Porter has been helping take care of Xavier since he was almost two years old. Xavier views Ms Porter as his mother and nothing is being done out of spite.” 

The judge held up her hand, signaling Josh’s lawyer to stop talking. “I’ve honestly heard enough. And I’ve made my decision. I’m granting full custody to Mr. Fatu and supervised visits with Ms Morgan only if Xavier wants. Court is adjourned.” 

Josh let out a sigh of relief, all this bullshit with Ximena was finally over and he could focus all his attention back on Janelle, Xavier and the baby. He stood up and walked over to Janelle and Xavier, picking him up and pulling Janelle into a hug with them. 

“I want my visits Joshua, I want to get to know my son.” Josh sighed and turned to face her. Janelle took Xavier and left the courtroom with Jon and Trin. 

“You heard the judge only if Xavier wants. I’m not going to force him.” Josh said before walking away. 

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Saw your reblog on tragic unrequited platonic love and technically, that trope definitely applies to the betrayed trio, especially on Hinamori’s end (depends on whether or not you subscribe to the view that she was crushing on Aizen). The way I saw it in my initial viewing of bleach, it was more of the type of intense admiration for an authority figure that can be misconstrued as a crush cuz you (the devotee) lack the ways to properly articulate it. Like how u feel abt the rlly cool English teacher u sometimes eat lunch with before they get arrested for like fraud or something. After experiencing the Horrors, of course Kira and Hinamori are going to imprint hard on the first semblance of stability and symbol of safety at the time. So that what they went thru meant something. Also, let me take this moment to briefly gush abt the headcanon u presented in the B3 fic cinematic universe abt hinamori’s fixating on squad 5 because it offers her the knowledge beyond her town that she’s lowkey seeking + the values she wants to strive towards (source: from afar). These nerds just wanted to be mentored so badddd!! Thus, the reveal of the fact that they were only a means to an end, specifically chosen on where they fall on the “easy to manipulate” scale hits HARDER. All that devotion?? Loss of work life balance and for WHATTT? Extended medical leave ? 😭 oh bleach my fave workplace sitcom AND workplace drama u will always be famous

PS: thank u for tagging me in that post!! In the process of drafting my response. It was so lovely of you.

You're right! That totally works here. It's interesting because (and I'll just focus on Hinamori here, because otherwise I'd feel compelled to honor the distinctions between her and Aizen vs. Kira and Ichimaru and Hisagi and Tousen, and this would probably end up reading very convolutedly) I think it kind of asks a question about when the platonic pining would have happened.

Is the pining part of suddenly realizing the disjuncture between what Hinamori thought something was and what Aizen did, and mourning something lost (and something that never really was)?

Or was there also pining when things were Good? We see Aizen be reassuring to Hinamori and generous with his time, etc. and we see Hinamori happy to receive from him, and quite devoted both to her VCship as well as to Aizen on a person level (or as he put it, "as a man" lol). We know she's well-respected by her division, and esteemed by her colleagues (okay, Kira and Hitsugaya may have some bias in this arena, but they both describe her as highly skilled).

But was she needed? Was she doing, and did she get the opportunity to do, things that Aizen couldn't do better? Did she have opportunities to express things that Aizen found interesting or outside of his expertise? Even as they are not equals--and there is no expectation that they should be--in the most fruitful mentorships, both parties have things to teach and learn.

Did Hinamori ever look at other Captain/VC relationships and yearn for pieces of what those looked like to her? Nanao would probably say "god i hope not" because Kyouraku's "reliance" on her often takes the shape of her having to do all the busywork and also herd cats, but in spite of this there's an intimacy there, an openness or trust, that Hinamori might yearn for. And that's taking Kyouraku--shadowy and full of many surfaces himself--into account. Hitsugaya and Matsumoto also have something that both Hitsugaya and Matsumoto probably complain about to Hinamori, but there's a degree of mutualism and collaboration to whatever's going on at the 10th that Hinamori might not mind a taste of, too. Renji has been Byakuya's VC for a month but Hinamori has probably already thought to herself "Kuchiki-taichou let him do WHAT" at least twice. Even though Byakuya is Byakuya, judging by how they handled their "meeting Ichigo in the street" mission, it seems like Byakuya lets Renji have his little projects. Like Renji is part of his investment portfolio and Byakuya feels very comfortable considering Renji a volatile but potentially valuable property and in order to get that ROI you need to stick with him through several honorless tech startup busts and commit long-term to the thing. Er, but I digress. My point is, Renji gets projects. "Develop training menu." Creative opportunity! With a result that has Renji all over it.

Does Hinamori get projects? Does it ever feel like she's pushing the envelope of what the 5th can be and how it can function on her own, without it being something Aizen already predicted the outcome of, or was actually his idea that he let her propose and take nominal ownership of anyway? Despite being completely blindsided by the actuality of Aizen, was there already that sense of inevitability/Aizen all over everything that happens at the 5th? (Competing, of course, with Hinamori's self-concept as a creative person; and her love of Aizen as a person, not just as a boss and mentor; and feeling as though she just needs to excel more and be creative better and she'll eventually meet this need she feels--it's not the environment that's the issue. She's happy here. Mostly. She doesn't need to leave, she simply needs to surpass--)

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through the hourglass 320. brb x oc

a/n: no brad in this one again BUT ON THE NEXT. these two were really meant to be together lol(comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

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Michael arrived to a fuming Bea by the door, he could barely say hello to his little sister before she let out a “I need to punch her.”

He stops mid opening the car door, giving her a confused smile, “Uuuhh,what?”

He had just arrived, hoping for a casual visit with his sister and the kids,because she called him, and now he was met with the brewing storm of her quiet anger."Need to punch who, Bea?" he asked cautiously, glancing around as if expecting an imminent threat.

"Miranda," Beatrice seethed, her eyes narrowing. "She's been poking around, asking invasive questions, and now she's crossed a line. I need to punch her."

Michael's confusion deepened. "Who? 

Beatrice paced back and forth, her anger simmering beneath the surface. "She's been interrogating me about Rooster and the kids. And Shells... Shells accidentally spilled the beans about her questions regarding whether the kids are Rooster's."

Michael's eyes widened holding both hands up, “Woah,hold on, who is Miranda??”

Beatrice took a moment to collect herself, realizing that her brother wasn't familiar with all the intricacies of the situation. "Miranda is a nosy…neighbor… who's been poking around, trying to dig up information on Rooster and me," Beatrice explained, her tone laced with frustration. "She's relentless, and now she's dragging our personal lives into her little investigation."

Michael's expression shifted from confusion to concern. "Are you serious? What kind of neighbor meddles in people's personal lives like that?"

"The kind who thinks she's onto some big story," Beatrice replied, her quiet anger resurfacing. "But she's overstepping boundaries, and I won't tolerate it."

Michael nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "So, what's the plan? You can't just go punching people, Bea."

Beatrice paused, taking a deep breath to rein in her anger. "I know, I know. But I need to confront her. This has gone too far. And I need to do it in a way that protects us, Rooster, and especially the kids."

Michael rubbed his temples, a gesture that mirrored Beatrice's when she was stressed. "Alright, let's figure this out. Confronting her is one thing, but we need a strategy to shut down her meddling without giving away too much." she gives him a weird look, “Listen I’d love for you to not be arrested,y’know??”

"Right…I…I don't want things to escalate, but she needs to know she can't pry into our lives like this. And I need to protect Rooster, too."

Michael leaned against the car, arms crossed, deep in thought. "Okay, so what's the plan? Also thank God you called me…Guillermo is in town."

“What?”

“Yeah, you know our lovely older brother would…not be uh…kind to what you just told me,hah,also can we go inside??”

Beatrice gave Michael a grateful look, rubbing her neck. "Yeah, let's head inside. We can discuss this in a more controlled environment."

They entered the house,Beatrice made her way to the living room, where Shells was keeping an eye on the kids. Michael followed suit, the serious expression on his face indicating that he was fully invested in helping his sister navigate this mess.

"Okay, so what's the plan?" Michael asked, taking a seat on the couch.

Beatrice sighed, her mind working through the details. "We need to confront Miranda and I want to beat her up."

Shells chimed in, sensing the gravity of the conversation. "I'll be here to back you up, Bea. Just let me know how you want to handle it."

“I can’t believe I’m the one saying this but how about we don’t do that??” Michael suggests “Police,remember??”

Beatrice shot a wry smile at her brother, realizing the impracticality of her initial anger-fueled impulse. "Yeah, I guess punching her might not be the best solution. But we need to make it crystal clear that she needs to stay out of our business."

Shells nodded in agreement. "We can't let her think she can pry into your lives without consequences. But violence is, I guess, a big no."

Michael leaned back, crossing his arms. "Agreed. So, how about a more diplomatic approach? We expose her meddling without giving away too much. Make it clear that we won't tolerate her invasive questions."

Beatrice considered the suggestion, a more level-headed plan beginning to take shape in her mind. "You're right. I want to protect Rooster and the kids without fueling Miranda's curiosity."

"Maybe we can turn the tables on her, make her realize that her snooping won't go unanswered. But no threats or violence."

Beatrice nodded, rubbing her chin  "Okay, here's the plan. I'll invite her over, act like everything's normal, and then calmly address her intrusive questions. Let her know that we value our privacy, and she needs to respect that. And, Michael, maybe you can subtly stay behind, just to add a bit of professional weight to the conversation."

Michael raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? “

Beatrice shook her head, reconsidering. "No, you're right. Having her here might not be the best idea. Let's meet her somewhere public, neutral ground. That way, she won't feel cornered, but we can still address the issue." she rubs her eyes before sighing heavily, “Maybe I should just go to her house.”

Michael nodded in agreement. "Neutral ground sounds better…but we better solve this soon.”

Shells chimed in, "And if she starts getting defensive or aggressive, keep your cool. No drama, just a clear message."

Beatrice nodded, grateful for her brother and Shells',amazingly, level-headed input. "Okay, that's the plan. I'll go meet her, keep things civil but firm. And Michael, if you can subtly stay nearby, it might help."

Michael smirked. "Consider me your silent bodyguard."

As they finalized their plan, Beatrice couldn't shake the undercurrent of tension that had woven itself into her life. The investigation into Mark's mysterious modifications, Miranda's prying questions, fuck she was getting angry again.

“Okay,” Bea rolls her neck,making her way to the door as she looks at Shells, “Keep an eye on the kids while we are out,we won’t take long.”

Shells gave Beatrice a reassuring nod followed by a thumbs up. "Don't worry, Bea. We'll hold down the fort here."

As they stepped out into the cool evening air, Beatrice couldn't shake the feeling that they were on the precipice of something significant,she was also still angry.

They could see Miranda’s house from there,lights on, and Bea was on a mission. The more she remembered the things that woman said, the more she felt her anger bubbling.

Beatrice took a deep breath, her quiet anger now moving to her limbs as she clenched and relaxed her fingers. Michael gave her a reassuring pat on the shoulder “Easy,tiger.” he whispers, “Don’t go punching through her door.”

“I just might,Mike.”

As Beatrice and Michael approached Miranda's house, the glow from the streetlights cast an ethereal illumination on the quiet neighborhood. The ambiance, however, betrayed the quiet anger that had simmered now threatened to surge forth.

Not even seconds after Bea knocked,Miranda opened the door upon their arrival, a falsely friendly smile plastered on her face. "Beatrice! What a surprise. To what do I owe this unexpected visit?"

Beatrice forced a smile, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Mind if we have a little chat, Miranda? There are a few things we need to clear up."

Miranda feigned innocence. "Of course! Come on in. I was just finishing up dinner. Who’s your charming friend?"

Beatrice and Michael exchanged a quick glance, acknowledging the thinly veiled hostility in Miranda's words. Ignoring the comment, they stepped inside, the atmosphere tense and charged. Miranda led them to the living room, a pretense of hospitality overshadowed by the brewing confrontation.

As they settled into awkward silence, Miranda continued her act. "So, what brings you here, Bea? And who's your mysterious companion?"

Beatrice took a deep breath, her quiet anger harnessed like a tightly coiled spring. "We're here to address a few things, Miranda. Things that need clarification."

Miranda raised an eyebrow, her tone feigning innocence. "Clarification? I'm all ears."

Beatrice leaned forward, her eyes locking onto Miranda's. "Firstly, I want to know why you've been poking around, asking questions about me and Rooster. What's your deal, Miranda?"

Miranda maintained her composed facade, a practiced smile playing on her lips. "Oh, just curious, Bea. You and Rooster seem to be such a cute couple, and I thought I'd explore the depths of your connection. Nothing wrong with a little curiosity, is there?"

Beatrice's gaze remained steady, her quiet anger laced as her left eye twitched briefly. "Curiosity or not, Miranda, you've been prying into matters that are none of your business."

Miranda's smile faltered for a fraction of a second before she composed herself. "I'm just making conversation, Bea. You know how it is, small talk in the neighborhood."

Beatrice's eyes narrowed, her patience wearing thin. "Cut the crap, Miranda. I know you've been asking about Rooster and me with more than just casual interest. What's your real motive?"

Miranda sighed theatrically, leaning back in her chair. "If you must know, I find your sudden closeness with Rooster intriguing. It's not every day one sees such a strong bond between husband and wife. I thought I'd unravel the mystery a bit. Is that a crime?"

Michael, who had been silent, finally spoke up. "It becomes a problem when your 'unraveling' involves prying into personal and sensitive matters. We don't appreciate the intrusion."

Shewaved a dismissive hand. "Sensitive matters? I'm just trying to be a friendly neighbor. But if you feel uncomfortable, I'll respect your privacy."

Beatrice wasn't buying it. Her quiet anger burned hotter. "Your definition of 'friendly neighbor' seems to involve asking inappropriate questions. Stop it, Miranda."

Miranda leaned forward, her tone sharpening. "You know, Bea, you could learn to appreciate genuine concern. You never know who might have your best interests at heart."

Beatrice's fists clenched involuntarily, her quiet anger on the verge of erupting. Michael placed a calming hand on her shoulder, a subtle reminder to keep her cool.

"Miranda, let's be clear," Beatrice said, her voice low and measured. "Rooster and I have our reasons for keeping certain aspects of our lives private. Your curiosity, no matter how well-intentioned you claim it to be, is unwarranted and intrusive. We'd appreciate it if you respected our boundaries."

“Well I–”

“Why were you asking if our kids were Rooster’s?”

Michael widened his eyes and winced, watching his sister’s sneer turn into a snarl, “What kind of concern is that?”

Miranda's composure wavered, her eyes darting between Beatrice's steely gaze and Michael's incredulous expression."...I-I don't see why that's relevant," Miranda deflected, a hint of unease in her voice.

Beatrice leaned forward, her eyes boring into Miranda's. "It's relevant because our personal lives, especially regarding our children, are off-limits. What business of yours is it to pry into our family matters?"

Michael's tone cut through the tension. "Answer the question, Miranda. Why the sudden interest in their kids' parentage?"

Miranda shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her practiced facade slipping further. "I was just making conversation, trying to get to know my neighbors better. It's not a crime to be curious."

Beatrice scoffed, her quiet anger now bordering on open disdain. "Curiosity has its limits, Miranda. You crossed those limits when you started asking invasive questions…how dare you.”

“Oh no.”

“How dare you think I’d CHEAT on Rooster!! How fucking DARE you!”

“Alright,okay,calm down,”Michael says,holding Bea by the shoulders, “It’s all good sis, it’s okay–”

“Why are you obsessed with us,Miranda? Matter of fact,why are both you and Mark obsessed with us so much,huh???”

Miranda stammered, attempting to salvage the remnants of her composure. "I don't know what you're talking about, Bea. I'm not obsessed with anyone. You're just reading too much into things."

But the brunette’s eyes widened. "Reading into things? You've been prying into my personal life, questioning my relationship with Rooster, and now our children's parentage!!! Don't play innocent, Miranda. It doesn't suit you. Answer the fucking question. "

Miranda shifted uncomfortably, her eyes darting around the room. "I...I just thought we could all be more open and honest with each other in the neighborhood," Miranda stammered, her attempt at innocence falling flat.

Beatrice's gaze turned incredulous. "Open and honest? By prying into private matters? That's not openness; it's invasion of privacy.”

“I–”

“You know what I think? I think you know something that involves the mission and you are trying to distract Rooster with me which is terrible since he's deployed.”

Miranda's eyes flickered with a hint of panic at Beatrice's accusation. 

Bingo..

Beatrice continued, her voice cutting through the room. "You are using our personal lives to divert attention from whatever game Mark is playing. Well, guess what, Miranda? We're not falling for it. I am not falling for it."

Miranda's attempt at composure crumbled further. "You're making baseless assumptions, Bea. I just wanted to know more about the people I'm living next to. It's not a crime."

Beatrice shot her a withering look. " You're crossing lines, Miranda. Lines that can't be uncrossed." she snarls, then looks back at Michael, “This is my final warning, if you ever,ever try to say anything about my family,especially about my kids or my husband I won’t be as nice.”

“And she’ll bring our older brother.” Michael smirks, “He’s over six feet tall and very protective over our lovely little sister here.”

Miranda's eyes darted between the siblings, the realization sinking in that she had underestimated the depth of Beatrice's  protective instincts of her family. Michael's smirk and the mention of their older brother added a layer of intimidation that Miranda hadn't anticipated.

Beatrice's gaze remained fixed on Miranda, her quiet anger now simmering beneath a layer of unyielding resolve. "Stay away from my family, Miranda. Focus on whatever business you have and leave us out of it." she snaps, looking back at Michael, “I’m done here, come on Mike…you can let me go.”

Michael gave a nod, the stern expression still etched on his face. Beatrice turned on her heels, leaving Miranda standing there, flustered and defeated. As they walked away, Michael spoke in a low voice, "You handled that well, Bea. I thought I was going to have to step in for a moment."

"Thanks, Mike. Just tired of people poking into our lives. Rooster is dealing with enough on his end, and the last thing I need is someone like Miranda stirring up trouble." she frowns, “...I think I need something strong tonight.”

“Same,sis. Same.”

#bradley rooster bradshaw #rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x oc #top gun maverick #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x female reader #bradley bradshaw x named reader #tgm oc #tgm fic #tgm fanfiction

[nerdwhoauthorinserts]

Herb-based random Selfship Ask game!

Works basically the same as any other Selfship ask game! Just send in the word correlating with a question and specify what fictional other/Self-insert/Self-ship you're asking it about! (Anywhere I say 'You', you can put yourself or your self-insert, lol.)

If you want to do this for yourself, just reblog! (Remember, practice reblog karma.)

Basil - If you and your F/O had an all-expenses paid trip to anywhere in the world/your F/Os source world, where would you go on a date/honeymoon?

Bay Leaf - What do you and your F/O do when you need to wind down after a long and stressful day?

Chamomile - What is something your F/O loves about you?

Cinnamon - *Flash doodle prompt!* Draw your selfship doing something involving fire! (Roasting marshmallows, dinner by candle light, sitting by the fireplace, etc.)

Chia Seeds - Is there anything you've learned/improved upon since being with your F/O? (Maybe you had anger issues and learned to deal with them after starting to selfship, for example?)

Chili flakes - Who out of you and your F/O(s) is more likely to be arrested defending the others' honor?

Cumin - Has your F/O ever put themselves in danger for you? How about vice versa?

Dandelion - Does your F/O believe in 'wishes coming true'? Maybe not wishing on a star, but do they believe in making wishes?

Dill - Has there ever been a moment where your F/O embarrassed you? How about vice versa?

Eucalyptus - *Flash doodle prompt!* Doodle or sketch your F/O in a casual outfit or in pajamas you think they'd wear!

Fennel - How's your F/Os venting skills? If you start venting to them, do they listen? Do they actively participate in the conversation?

Flax seeds - Do you and your F/O want kids? Why/Why not?

Ginger - On a scale of 'Rodger Rabbit and Jessica' and 'Batman and Catwoman' how much of a power couple (Or power throuple/etc) is your Selfship?

Jasmine - How did you and your F/O meet?

Lavender - How was your relationship with your F/O at first? Was it love at first sight? Did you hate each other at first?

Nutmeg - What do you do to comfort your F/O when they need it? What about vice versa?

Oregano - What is your F/O's love language? How often do they show their love this way?

Paprika - Who of you and your F/O(s) is the 'hypeman' of the other(s)?

Parsley - *Flash doodle prompt!* Draw you and your F/O as if you were the F/O, and they the selfshipper!

Peppermint - Can you two pick up each other's signals right away, or are you two just enigmas to each other most of the time? Maybe you even have a few secret code words that mean something for your partner?

Poppy seeds - *Flash doodle prompt!* Draw yourself and your F/O(s) asleep together! Aww... are you guys all tangled up together? Just in each others arms?

Rose - How passionate is your F/O? Are they the type to make big grand gestures of love, or do they show their love in smaller ways?

Rosemary - How well do you two know each other? Are you two confident that you would win a couples game show?

Sesame seeds - *Flash doodle prompt!* Draw you and your F/O taking care of a pet together! (Or, draw them with a hypothetical kid, perhaps?)

Spearmint - Do you two get up in the mornings at around the same time? Do you do your morning routines together? Why/Why not?

Sunflower seeds - What is your favorite moment involving your F/O(s) from their source?

Thyme - What fairy tale would suit you/your S/I's story with your F/O the best?

Turmeric - *Flash doodle prompt!* Draw a 'Draw the squad' or otherwise draw a meme of some sort with you/your S/I and your F/O(s)!

Vanilla - *Flash doodle prompt!* Draw you and your F/O doing something that looks suggestive, but is actually entirely innocent!

#minors dni #minors dont look #minors do not interact #not for minors #nerdwhoauthorinserts #f/o ask game #f/o ask meme #selfship ask game #selfship ask meme #proship dni #proshippers dni #proshitters dni #self ship community #f/o community #reblogs allowed #reblogs welcome

[lindszeppelin]

So, why do you (and any commenters) dislike Kaia? I’ll go first! 😂

I’m in the industry and not only is she maybe the worst actress I’ve seen in a long time (let alone in high profile shows and movies-yikes!) but I honestly don’t think she’s even a good model. She has model good looks- like no matter how much she bugs me I’m not going to be a hater and act like she isn’t beautiful bc she truly is. Occasionally she has some interesting photographs but this new set for Marc Jacob’s Daisy is absolute amateur hour! (Google them if you don’t know bc I don’t know how to send them in anons- she’s in a sparkly black dress, looking happy/ derpy, and doing modeling 101 poses that basic girls who think they’re models do bc it’s cliche and not what actual seasoned working models do.) It’s so cringe and I’m honestly embarrassed for her. I’ve seen her do better, but half the time the poses are “meh” and/or the eyes are totally dead. Her walk is chaotic but many ppl disagree with me there. But like, she’s the worst nepo baby in my mind bc she truly lacks talent, a personality, and an IT factor.

I don’t know her personally and sometimes she seems nice enough, but there’s a coldness to her and she feels kind of try hard (trying to be older than she is, acting like she has lived this life where she’s learned lessons but never actually gets vulnerable and shares things worth sharing, and tries to be intellectual with soft reads when it’s like…girl just go to college?). She’s just… off. Maybe at 30 she’ll be cool (I really try not to hate or root against but again, she bugs me, but I’m trying to use my words versus being emotional) but she’s beyond hard to take seriously at this moment. And I’m sorry but hers and Austin’s body language is weird AF. Her fans are so young so they don’t see any of what I’m ( or what you) talk about.

Anyway, I’m just a frustrated girlie in the industry who can’t get arrested and am fine with nepo babies if they’re talented but Kaia truly isn’t. I don’t think she’d have a career if she couldn’t afford a good publicist so it feels like double cheating to win the race (opportunities plus PR). Then I looked into her more and again, something is just…OFF.

But when and why did you not care for her? I’m curious about how similar or not similar my experience was to other people. It feels like her PR is revving up and she keeps booking roles no matter how many people call Kaia Gerber’s acting “distractingly awful” so I want some solidarity lol. 🙏🏼 When were you like, “oh hell no!” (Or anyone else brave enough to comment or reblog with an answer!) Thanks 🩷

Hi girlie! First off, your message was so good that not only do I agree with what you said but I also feel like i'd be repeating what you said if i were to go into it lol. So for the sake of not being a broken record, i appreciate you coming forward and i double down on what you said.

as for when i started noticing, she really flew under the radar for me for a little while. i became a fan back in July of last year after seeing the movie. and i didn't have a lot to think about the relationship with Austin at that time aside from shes way too young for him. I wasn't researching anything at that point and i was more concerned with learning about Austin, getting to know him and getting absorbed in that content. I think it was sometime around maybe early fall that controversies about the relationship were spreading online. most notably it was the talk of their massive cringe worthy age gap where they got together before she could legally drink AND she was cool with his ex Vanessa in the past, but also as more pap photos came out I just began to notice the obvious signs that Austin was not really "there" or present or happy to be alongside Kaia. so i researched and all of that. then around the filming of bikeriders i had solidified 100% my stance on it with the clear signs of there being rumors of a breakup and the strange PR bullshit surrounding this couple henceforth. and here i am now.

but that's kind of the short answer lol. i'm used to being used as a dartboard for these idiot shippers to throw darts at because im not afraid to be vocal. so i hope that those of us here that feel the same way can have a platform to speak up. because listen, kaia ain't it and that man looks chronically dead when seen with her. so those that don't agree with my (or our, since there are so many of us that think this way) opinion then they can stuff it.

#lindsay's anon asks

[lenievi]

🔥 mckirk or les miserables

me: I am the queen of unpopular opinions!

also me: what were they? 😂

I think the fandom has the mckirk characterization often backwards (even though it depends on when we're talking about; but also it's not new, the roots are back in the 1980s imho) - in TOS, it's pretty clear that McCoy is the one who enjoys life and everything it entails more than Kirk, and I believe that by Beyond it's the same for AOS!McCoy, but a lot of fics seem to be stuck permanently in 2009 characterization and that's also the characterization that often circulates throughout tumblr posts (i.e. no fun McCoy and let's have fun Kirk, simply said)

I don't think it's McCoy who's afraid of commitment; Kirk's the one who's afraid

we all know how I feel about McCoy calling Kirk "kid" when Kirk is 30yo 🙃 (I'm more in favour of McCoy just saying "good boy" during sex at this point tbh)

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I don't think I've seen enough opinions about Les Misérables to know if mine are unpopular or not. Because I mostly just look into "valvert" tag and reblog pretty fanart (or save it into drafts to reblog it later).

But based on the fanfics I've read so far - which are primarily Valjean saves Javert from suicide and they get together (don't judge me lol) - I'd say that my unpopular opinion would be that I don't think Javert would go back to the police. If he survived, I don't think he would back down from the criticism he'd left behind, and he'd rather be fired because he'd believe he'd deserve it since how can he work for the law that isn't just as he thought it was? He wanted to be fired after he thought he wrongly accused Madeleine of being an ex-convict, how would he not want to be fired after being unable to arrest Jean Valjean?

idk let him open a private detective agency like Vidocq did if you wanna write a case fic.

#leni answers memes #thank you! #post-seine fic based mainly on 2000 lives rent free in my head. i wanna try writing it but i keep getting distracted

[ajmakoko]

I was laying down watching videos when I noticed someone was shining a flashlight into my car. It's 1:30am. I thought it was probably a thief or a pervert and laid still (hidden by my blankets), then they went to the front of my car to look through the windshield and I was so pissed I leaned up to the front and laid on my horn until they turned the light off and left. Fuck you, I thought, if you fuck with me the whole neighborhood will come out looking. Won't be able to steal anything tonight if everyone is on high alert.

They left and 5min later drove by and shined their flashlight from their driver's door as they went by for like 2 sec. I interpreted that as a threat (that they were "remembering" me), and got in the driver's seat and followed them (for license plate info along with car make and model in case I was attacked later).

It was a cop.

Lol.

And they have a ton of cop cars with lights at an intersection, I think they are looking for someone. Once they post the call logs, I'll reblog this with an update on what they were responding to.

Still, feels pretty good I honked my horn for like 8 full seconds literally in a cop's face lmfao. Especially this city's police - I have a history with them where I called 911 because my ex shoved me on the ground, and they came and threatened to arrest ME because "women always lie and cry about these things when really it's their fault." (I was crying and shivering because I'd been locked out of my house in the rain in the winter by my ex). They said if he has ANY MARKS at all, I was going to jail (automatic arrest if there are marks). Meanwhile, I was hiding that I was actively bleeding under my sweater from where I'd landed when he shoved me down onto the pavement. Because I didn't know of I wanted to "ruin" my ex's life. The officer also warned me if our stories were different then I'd go to jail.

I thought, "well fuck, what if he lies?" It never even occurred to me that I'd get in trouble when I hadn't done anything.

When the other officer came back and confirmed our stories (my ex hadn't thought to lie), I didn't even get an apology from the first officer. He told me I was "lucky," instead.

So yeah fuck this city's cops and I'm a little tickled I got some roundabout revenge.

[lautakwah]

I absolutely get what you're saying about leftist isrealis in your reblog and you're also right about them getting arrested/killed etc but also I looked up the person in the screenshot and they're a "Israel isn't the problem actually, if you think Israel is a fascist ethnostate you're wrong and stupid, while it's sad, we are only retaliating and getting revenge for the horrible things Hamas did on October 7th" kind of person, replying to anons trying to argue with them parroting racist propaganda etc so they were making a complete different argument there. Idk just thought I'd tell you

OHHHH well that completely realigns the context lol yeah that person needs to go play in traffic 😒 thnk u for letting me know! i'll edit the tags slsldlf

#answered #anonymous

[milf-harrington]

imagine the atla characters had tumblrs: top five or three that you would block and why 👀

corey it is So Late but I love you so here we go

1. Ozai, he'd be one of those dumbass transphobes that's like "you'll never be a woman" like thanks king thats actually the goal here and he'd be So Annoying and reblog "Make The Fire Nation Great Again" posts and everyone would just think he's a loser and he'd also make fun of like mental illnesses and disabilities and he JUST SUCKS id block him on sight

2. Jet, SORRY KING I JUST KNOW IN MY SOUL ID BLOCK YOU- he do Something to piss me off, I just know it

3. Aunt Wu, again she'd just bother me, she'd leave some insensitive comment about the placement of the constellations on a post about my pet dying yknow? or she'd comment shit like "such a virgo" ("I'm a Gemini tho") "oh CLASSIC gemini move" like sis give up admit you were wrong

4. Start of book 3 Zuko, after ba sing se but before he joins the gaang - book 1 zuko? a fucking dumpster fire of drama, I'd be cracking open his blog every morning like I'm reading the paper just to see what tiny new thing has pissed him off; book 2 zuko? he's clearly on some kind of journey, but again his blog is just fucking nuts, he posts every thought that goes through that emo theatre kid mind of his and then suddenly he drops off the face of the earth only to come back a few months later like "sorry lol me and my uncle almost got arrested by my sister so we're on the run" and then for like a week he's a weirdly normal dude going on awkward dates that he live blogs like a loser, and then out of nowhere he'd reblog something or make a post that's like. Pro Imperialism and then he'd just be a little cunt for like no reason and i mean yeah he's clearly going through something but honestly he's always had it out for that really sweet positivity blog with the bison theme and i don't think i want that negativity in my life anymore (i'll unblock him when i realise he's changed and is now somehow besties with the bison themed positivity blog)

5. Fong, he knows what he did

#i love your random asks corey i love the way you force me to think /gen #asks #corey tag #that-was-anticlimactic #atla

[haleigh-sloth]

Bruh imagine your favs being both Bakugou and Dabi. But yeah, I get you, it gets pretty tiring dealing with fans of them (me, I’m fans 🙋‍♀️). I be having a rollercoaster of emotions whenever they appear cuz Horikoshi isn’t holding back no more lol. Though at this point I’m just more interested and waiting on Deku to show up and turn the tides, yknow? In fact, I should just make Deku my new favorite 😂 he’s less stress lmaoo

But hey, AFO face reveal! :D

They are my favs

Touya is my second fav and Bakugo is somewhere in there with Shouto and Midoriya. There are literally 8 characters I am invested in and they are two of them.

And when I say I will not deal with the hysteria, I mean people leaving comments/asks about it to me. People can reblog what they want. Anybody who gets beyond annoying with it will be unfollowed though, cuz I really can't deal.

I'm more understanding of people worrying about Touya--even though he really has more plot armor than people realize. Two main characters' endings, whose personal perspectives we've gotten significant amounts of throughout the story, depend on Touya. Not to mention the entire Todoroki sub plot as a whole. I'm sorry but if people really think that Midoriya and company will be celebrating at the end while Shouto and his siblings and mother are holding a funeral for his brother who died TWO times now--then I have no idea what else to say to combat that ridiculous idea.

Could Touya die? Sure. Just as Toga could die, Shigaraki could die, Spinner could die, Kurogiri, Endeavor, All Might, BAKUGO, etc. You get my point. Of course the author could say fuck all and kill him. He could do the same to Bakugo, because he is the one with the pencil.

But it's a freaking story, and the author has the power to choose what is put on the pages for us to see. Those things are there for us to look at and think about as the story progresses. What is the story trying to tell us? What is it trying to portray? What idea is it challenging or supporting?

BNHA isn't very subtle about what it wants to do with its characters. Literally the only argument for why Dabi could die is "he's a bad guy". That's it. That's the only argument. And being a "bad guy" obviously doesn't make or break your salvation in this story, seeing as how 3 protagonists have declared different intentions from killing and arresting lol. The MAIN main protagonist used the word "save" 😱, while Shouto himself is the character who introduced the lovely idea of him and his brother enjoying a meal together. We didn't have to fanonize that, canon put that idea in our heads. Idk how much more clear it could get.

On Bakugo--honestly I have nothing else to say beyond what I and many others have said. If anything, saying "HE HAS NO PULSE!" and then giving absolutely zero follow up on it and showing zero fallout is even more indication that he'll be fine. The story itself is not mourning him. Like it did Nighteye, Twice, and slightly for Midnight.

Seriously--I wasn't following the story during this time, but imagine if Shigaraki fans had a fucking melt down during the war arc when we were told he had no heart beat. I'm not even sure if people did or didn't. But think about it. This bullshit with Bakugo isn't new. So yeah, it's exhausting.

#bnha spoilers #bnha asks #bnha 363

[chanelfunnell]

Tiny mail box

A) I have no photo of Tazer from skating party than I reblogged ..I don't search it and no more photos seen there is one photo of geeky Tazer for you.

B) Stroke's daughter looks quite a mischievous ball of energy at least..Montreal Canadians' are keen to sing often their karaoke but it's horror..Also once drunk Kaner and Crosby lol. Not for Christmas parties

C) she wants to know Pens Wags' sector because she wants to track Kathy Leutner as Crosby's partner at Winter Classics. I doubt Ash Mrs Troll will travel down from Canada.

M was removed by Camilla and urged by Zelensky who tried to train with other actor involved with Royal Marine Reserve Zelensky run off from army recruitment and trashes former boxing champion Klitschko Kyiv Mayor doing not enough but he does not lift the finger and a coward to face even a dialogue so trying to be a macho with the balls in the media like UK fatto who is called apparently Boris Johnson. It is not about the war and countries but fat Johnson (his liver. Markle and Patel are M's trolls and after her address and movements across UK for their espionage about M and army) is a chum of Zelensky. Zelensky gets bs about M who said something what he does not like and he dislikes his own people from fattie who posed in the army tank but run to hide into the fridge facing UK journos that he courts often lol. M has found UK article about poor us no house Norwich and Xmas but their Christmas is in January. M is very smart about spotting bs and trap and Z PR run new PR in Czechia where M was just born about other Ukrainian lady. Mother of 4 like Julie Petry here, a supermom and self made biz girl like M who has own house...it is not about Ukraine. It is about his bs taking it from coke fattie and his Cray coke crew how M is in Czechia (no she lives in UK and anybody knows where) and Z's attitude to troll Klitschko and others so her. He has found Kate does not hold power. M does and she does not eat all his manipulations such as UK PM Sunak who started to pose in the soup kitchen what M has on her old FB Marketa Windsors. Very goody goody. M lives in Stanmore close to UK army and NATO HQs. Royals have more houses and it is known that she has a software cloud company in Manchester and she has rented her second apartment in Liverpool. She said it. She posted it but that UK fattie with their former female PM as ministers were often in Liverpool.., Manchester. M runs IT biz, no looting or lobbying UK assets. That's what Johnson and his lover, Patel do and M holds army regrets. They even sold multiple times US UK special forces and operations by ,leaving it at the bus stop, or recently all data to Chinese. Patel., The author of racist card with deluded post signs sold UK biometrics apparently. She is behind the damage of UK police. Z is close ally of fat Johnson with his crazies and he had huge monologues on the day when Fattie left PM office. Z uses often pre recorded videos and put claws into a lady who is Windsor royal born and at her own merit and will not be bullied bcs one fattie with his crew made from her fake ,poor girl, lol. Z has no input in centres but Klitschko is bad.They stalk her bcs her army links and they sell UK to the highest bidders. Plus on coke and not just at Pam's seat in the countryside so denial of facts. There is Grinch Camilla shaming young girls. So M and I don't support self made or working girls. Their bodies,virtues, lives and no way any peep show filming and spreading it..not as a woman about a woman. I think it's good to stand up and bullies try to pick up the most vulnerable (or looking so) victim and it back fired or they have big issues and try to prove themselves as sexier or more masculine action hero's or police girl boss by screaming on staff and chasing old ladies in covid while they partied and not arrested yet. Lets start 2023 without M, her cray family and any trolls and cray fans of Crosby.it is like a real athlete and big mouth noisy person trolling anything behind the screen what's wrong on the game and how to do it but never trying skates etc on lol...the top in their own world, in reality cowards ,inept. UK ex homeland woman's work with UK cops, chasing the softest targets to make stats but burglaries and rape is ignored so looting if not by politicians. Try US abortion clinics and gun totting protesters, not standing peacefully or arresting black UK marine without investigation speeding crap bout him to his commanders

#jonathan toews #Brandon hagel #dylan strome #chicago blackhawks #vitali klitschko #kathy leutner #Winter classics #Nhl #Ice hockey

[fallenflowersfromgrace]

Why not limit myself to one question when I can ask them all? (I’m sorry I asked 15/26 questions and see no reason to change it since you were the one reblogging the ask game.)

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic? 

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic?

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

💋 [Freeform - what is something you want to know about one of poster’s fics?] (You know I want to hear everything about your fics, so use this to ramble about whatever you want!)

Thanks so much, Eil!!!!

💖 What do you like most about your own writing?

That it's mine. It's my ideas that I brought to life. Physically wrote them and now they exist as more than just an idea in my head.

👀 Do you have any WIPs that you would never let see the light of day? If yes, what are they about?

Fam, there are several lol. And it's not cuz they're bad or whatever, they're actually just an idea that never made it into the final product of the fic. Most of them came from the OG Split-Curse au. I had scenes written out that never fit.

📥 What is your fave fic to receive comments/messages on?

All of them lol. It always makes my day.

🖊 Post a snippet from a current WIP.

“Hey, Katya had fun and it was not our fault there was an attempted assassination with a plastic knife.”

🏅 What is something you recently felt proud of in regard to your writing (finished a fic, actually planned for once, etc).

The fact that I'm improving a lot as well as the fact I'm posting fics and that my writing has caused me to have some real good friends. Like just knowing I make people laugh or smile makes my day.

😈 Is there anything you enjoy doing that you think your readers hate?

Taking forever to plan out a chapter or a fic. Oh and dropping angst in where there's supposed to be fluff.

👨‍👧‍👧 Do you tell people in real life that you write fic? 

Hardly ever. Only my cousin knows my Ao3 account.

🌝 Who is one character you haven’t yet written for that you would like to?

I really wanna write Eda's mom, Gwen. I haven't written her into a fic yet.

🤔 What is the hardest part of writing fic?

Writing. Well, that and making sure it all mashes together. Like it all connects and flows smoothly.

🧠 What’s an idea you have that you can’t quite call a WIP yet?

A continuation to the Puzzle Pieces Au as well as the rewrite of the second installment of the Split Curse-Au

💻 Do you do research for your fics? What’s the deepest dive you’ve done?

Sometimes. Mostly if it's related to a character dying.

✨ Choose three adjectives to complement your own writing.

Crack-filled, batshit, and funny.

💭 What is a headcanon you have about your own work?

Accidentally An Aunt: Lilith did indeed sneak around to become better acquainted with the household.

👩‍🏭 If one of your fics was going to get you arrested, which one and why?

I'm not sure, honestly. Probably anything that deals with overthrowing the government? So "Treason at Three in the Morning" that or "5 Times Luz Was Belos Repellent + 1Time She Didn't Need to Be"

💋 [Freeform - what is something you want to know about one of poster’s fics?] (You know I want to hear everything about your fics, so use this to ramble about whatever you want!)

I'll talk about my "Snips of Hexside" fic mainly because I think there's definitely some potential to make that a full on fic and not just a one shot.

I had done the fic before we found out Darius and Eber were rebels and could totally make that a "Imagine your parents, your aunt, and your two uncles as well as your older siblings are all working at your school" type thing for Luz.

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dystopian novel but its tumblr

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ok but can we seriously talk about how effed up things have gotten that people are actually being arrested for saying swears? like they aren’t that bad that peoples lives should be ruined over them…saying swears is a human right imo…

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no it’s literally not? why do you need to swear its literally vulgar and rude. how is not being able to say horrible words a human rights violation? Literally unalive yourself op.

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thats not the point of the post you idiot. of course nobody here is saying that saying swears is moral or justifiable. people who say swears like **** and **** should all be unalived immediately, what op is saying is that the oppressive right wing government is trying to control our minds using sanitatized shows like steven universe that have secret hidden homophobic messages so that they can have a perfect word and make us do their bidding like were all sims! its not about the swearing, god, get some reading comreheion. compernmientoln. copresenion. whatever I dont have to pander to this literate-normative society.

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prev obviously doesnt live in the US because saying g** is literally illegal too. “boo hoo we cant ssy swears anymore :(“ try living in the states for one day? honestly making a post like this is so insensitive like. did anyone here even consider that its harder for me? did you even remember america when you were making this post? non-americans are so selfish.

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pretty sure op is actually referencing when in 2036 over half the population of america all collectively shouted “****” in protest and then a bunch of people briefly went to jail? obviously op is opposing the new laws theyre only saying that that one time in america was pretty messed up…

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WHAT!?! what are you all talking about!?! I am literally word for word saying that yes!!! I think people should be able to swear!!! why not?

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lol. “why not” ha. are you actually that stupid op? do you even understand the extend of the damage that swearing has done? my grandma literally UNALIVED herself because somebody sweared infront of her. how can you be so brain unalive that you cant see the harm of words that were literally INVENTED to be bad?

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killed.

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…what?

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not unalived. killed.

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excuse you? this is the sort of disgusting stuff that comes from opposing the law. it starts with wanting to swear and in less than five seconds op is BLANTANLY advocating for unaliving people

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STOP SAYING UNALIVED IM LOSING MY MIND. KILL. DEATH

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are we just going to ignore the absolutely insane rant at the beginning of this post or…??

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if you reblogged a post with vulgar language like this you’re actually part of the problem. block and unfollow me.

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you literally just reblogged it fuck off

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lol op got unalived by tumblr RIP BOZO

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BREAKING!! EVERYONE REBLOG THIS VERSION OF THE POST OR ELSE IM BLOCKING YOU!!! NEW LAW JUST DROPPED THAT PROPOSES BANNING LEARNING HOW TO READ FOR KIDS 10 AND YOUNGER!! EVERYONE CALL THEIR REPRESENTATIVES!!!!!!!

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im killingmyself for real this time

#tw s****** #illprobably get banned again for this but meh i want to add another digit to my name anyways #DONT check the notes btw lgbterfs (lgbt exclusionary radical feminists) found this post :( #also whats up with that guy who ships the soccer players lol i read some of his fics and its just like all really erotic dentist visits #im kinda into it

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