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all at home btw. no leaving the house except if it's to immediately sit or lie down there :)

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This is semi-joking. It’s catharsis.

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I must not mock Gen Alpha. Mocking Gen Alpha is the mind killer. Mocking Gen Alpha is the little-death that brings total generational solidarity obliteration. I will engage with Gen Alpha lovingly. I will permit them to be cringe. And when they grow up I will turn my eye to their accomplishments. Where mocking has gone there will be nothing. Only generational solidarity remains

#all my children are gen alpha #please don’t mock #let them babies be cringe and themselves

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honestly, i'm writing fic for me. if anyone else reads and enjoy it, that's just a bonus

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Can we just appreciate that Criminal Minds is like the one crime show where none of the main characters have actually dated eachother. I mean the writers tried to make stuff happen but it didn’t and whilst there are some couples who I’d like to stick together forever (cough, Garcia and Alvez) I appreciate the show didn’t go down the stereotypical route of the main girl and the main guy getting together

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Kirk is not complete without Spock is not complete without McCoy. No two of those men are complete without the third.

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Nope, OP is correct. I think we all artists go through a period of time of feeling like we’re getting worse and not better. For myself I find that I question if it’s bad because it seems too easy.

Like it should be hard when it’s going to be something good and easy when it’s something bad. So if my writing is going easily that means that it’s not good. But I agree with some of the notes, I think this means we’re on the verge of levelling up!

please please please please reblog if you’re a writer and have at some point felt like your writing is getting worse. I need to know if I’m the only one who’s struggling with these thoughts

#writing community #writing #writer #writeblr #writer’s block #writing inspo #writing inspiration #writers

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Favorite JJ moment is when Morgan asks why she's afraid of the woods, and she tells this whole dramatic story about being at camp and finding the camp director murdered and how dark it was and such and then morgan goes "You're serious?" And she says "no" with that look on her face.

Spencer and Derek's faces while she tells the story!!!!

Everything about the scene is just 100000/10

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Shadow of Obsession | Part Three Preview

Link to my masterlist | Link to Part One

Full part coming 5/4

"I found something yesterday, something that implicates her." Derek's eyes sweep to your desk. Spencer's eyebrows furrow, he doesn't quite follow what Derek's saying.

"What do you mean?" Spencer's palms start to feel sweaty, the anxiety lingers heavily in his chest.

"Why don't you take a look for yourself?" Derek says and hands Spencer a folder from his top desk drawer.

Spencer's eyes scan the documents inside and his stomach turns. It doesn't make sense. No, surely it can't be? There's no way.

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Criminal Minds | Extreme Aggressor

When you look long into an abbys the abbys looks into you

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Let Pike be cozy! Give him back his sweater! Let this man ride a horse in a cozy sweater! Let him live out his horse girl dream and stop haunting him with visions of the future!

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a love letter to my favorite YA lit:

I'm relistening to the Beka Cooper audio books again (a yearly tradition at this point) and every time I hear the opening line of Mastiff, "We buried Holborn today," it takes me back to opening the e-book on my Nook the day it was released in my freshman year of high school and reading that line while sitting on the bleachers waiting for PE to start. I remember flipping back to the previous page to make sure this was the first chapter, thinking I'd never even heard of Holborn. I opened the Bloodhound e-book to compare the dates of her entries and realized the time skip was nearly two years, and got so excited to see what happened to Beka while we weren't with her. We walked the track that overcast day of PE in 2011 and I barely looked up from my Nook, so engrossed was I in Beka's story

that was the first Tamora Pierce book release I waited on; I found her books in probably 2009 and had read most of them by the summer of 2011. I pre-ordered Mastiff so it would be on my Nook as soon as it came out, but I was a freshman in high school and wasn't supposed to stay up till midnight, so I had to wait until the day to read it. it was nearly 13 years (and half my life ago) but here I am, still re-reading and re-listening to the Tamora Pierce books that got me through being a teenager. I remember sitting in my high school's library rereading their copy of Wild Magic over my lunch break to pass the time; drunk crying on the floor of my friend's dorm at a character's death in Terrier my freshman year of college (even though I'd read it 3 or 4 times at that point I always forgot); waiting in the lobby of the technology building of my college campus for my class to start with Spy's Guide on my lap after its release; sitting in my advisor's office in grad school flipping through Mastiff and Page and Lioness Rampant for quotes to include in my thesis; rereading Briar's book at the height of the pandemic. I have a tattoo of Lighting on my arm and a (very rough and needs to be redone) tattoo of Pounce/Faithful on my calf and I genuinely don't think a day has gone by in over a decade where I haven't thought about Tamora Pierce books

the world of Tortall (and Emelan, to a lesser extent) has shaped me, and although this is an attempt to pin it down, I will never be able to explain how much these books mean to me. I know that I may love other series and worlds (I'm currently reading some Terry Pratchett, for example), but they will never make an impact on me in the same way that Tortall and all its various characters has, and that's fine by me

and yet, through all of it, I will never, ever be ready for The Thing We Don't Talk About in Mastiff, not now at a dozen rereads and not in another 13 years

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I refuse to apologize for being soft—let me fall in love with life. let me sing and speak to my house-plants, let me dance in my bedroom with headphones, let me read by my windowsill when it’s pouring outside. let me stroke my friend’s face and say something sappy. let me be unapologetically happy for the little things that make my day better. life’s too short anyway, at least let me love it every step of the way

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reader, sobbing at their desk doing their paperwork: i cry a lot, but i am so productive!

spencer, deeply concerned from his desk across from reader but trying to be supportive: it’s an art…

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Greg Capullo - Moon Knight

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I know "60s housewives who invented slash fanfiction" has taken on a life of its own as a phrase, but Kirk/Spock didn't really exist until the 70s and THOSE WOMEN HAD JOBS. They were teachers and librarians and bookkeepers and scientists and they damn well spent their own money going to conventions, printing zines, buying fanart and making fandom happen. Put some respect on their names.