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[decotome]

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[mishtay]

1 step forward, 3 steps back

Colby Brock x reader

A/N: first angst im so hypeddd

Got this idea while listening to the song on the title by Olivia Rodrigo and the lyrics match too so

⚠️ Trigger warnings ⚠️ : cursing, lying (idts its a trigger but yk), Colby being kinda jerky, men being trash basically.

Key:

Y/n: your name

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Y/n didn't want this to end in a fight.

The night was going perfectly, or so she had convinced herself. She had for the first time arrived on time (a big win for her).

Y/n wouldn't say she was a jealous girlfriend. She never thought much of it when Colby liked other girls pictures on Instagram. It was normal for him to do that, she herself liked pictures of countless guys on social media, it didn't make sense to chastise him over something anyone would do.

But when Colby declined the fifth call of the night she had enough.

"Who's calling you?" She asked, teeth gritted.

"Just a friend, nothing important babe." He said calmly.

Don't be a jealous bitch Y/n she told herself in her head.

"Right. Oh so today-" she started, getting cut off by Colby's phone going off again.

Sixth time she counted in her head.

"Alright Colby this is getting too much." She stated harshly. She tried controlling her anger but she felt that if she looked in a mirror fumes would be coming out of her ears like they did in a cartoon.

"Relax babe cmon." He rolled his eyes.

"Don't 'relax babe' me Colbes! This is the sixth time your being called. Either pick up, or by God I'm going to throw that fucking phone away." She said heatedly.

"Stop making a big deal of it! You always do this." He groaned.

"Oh I always do this? Me? Who is so desperate to keep calling you anyway." She fumed.

"It's Emma." (sorry if thats ur name, just change it if it is!)

That set of an explosion.

"And you couldn't have told me?" She screamed at him.

"Yes! I knew you would over react if you found out my ex was fucking calling me and here we are." Colby shouted back.

"Its always my fault isn't it Colby?" She said, pained smile on her face.

"You know thats not what I said." He started.

"Save it babe." She laughed in disbelieve, saying the word babe like it was a cuss.

She grabbed her coat and got up from her chair.

"Thanks for the '1 year of our relationship' celebration date." She said as she left.

Colby sighed and slumped back into his chair, defeated.

His phone ringed again and he let out a frustrated shout.

"Leave me fucking alone emma." He shouted as he picked up the phone. He cut the call as soon as he picked it up and blocked his ex from calling him ever again.

"I screwed up bad." He said to the empty room.

[twotales]

This is how it really went down.

[aroaceoutofplace]

not to sound like another cold hearted aro (/s) but sometimes i’m scrolling on here and just think. god alloros are so stuck in their little bubble all the time. like they’ve never had to feel excluded from almost everyone’s definition of humanity. like to the extent aros have. please for the love of god stop acting like positive thing = love. it doesn’t. that’s literally not the definition of love. happiness, compassion, kindness, morals, etc. do not equal love. please just take your head out of the sand for two seconds and see how you’re treating us. it is so shitty to be excluded by the ‘most progressive’ community.

[hisako-the-shsl-bomb-inventor]

Yep, its another thought. Hi again.

okay to start this off, i.... have been debating myself for months whenever to post this or to NOT post this on tumblr. So uhhh... what would happen if...

You accidentally...

Microwave an alternate?-

SO LIKE-- YOU KNOW THE MIMIC ALTERNATES RIGHT????? AND THAT THEY CAN TURN INTO OBJECTS??? SO LIKE IMAGINE JUST...

GETTING UP ON BED AT LIKE FUCKING 7AM OR SOME SHIT IDFK?? AND LIKE YOU JUST GRAB A RANDOM CONTAINER THAT IS UHH TOTALLY NOT AN ALTERNATE OR SOMETHING

And then you just like... put it in the microwave and like turn it on???

What the hell would you think would happen???????

Would it melt???

Open the fucking microwave and just, punch you in the face and fucking steal your identity?????

Or maybe it just doesnt gaf and justs continues to pretend its an object???

Whisper random bullshit in the microwave while literally spinning???

Man.... my mind does not shut up, ever.

[incorrect-immunology-facts]

ILCs are such annoying Mary Sues. Oh sure, you can do all the same things as the elite helper T cells immediately, without any sort of special training? How ridiculous and insulting to the T cells who work their asses off to pass positive and negative selection in the thymus and still have to go through so much just to become activated, and these little shits are just out there making T helper cytokines with their super special innate powers. Ugh, who is responsible for the character development on this show?

[liberacesghost]

Day 1 -- First Date

So, I've been writing for a long while now, but just recently decided to make a side blog to put all my ramblings.

Though I've had a tumblr for a loooong while now, I still don't really know how to use her lol so if I ever mess up with tags or do something annoying, just let me know! I swear I'm nice!

Anyway, my first piece is for @doctorsteths-fluffyfeb. So shout out!

Warnings: cussing (like 2 words maybe)

Pairing: Hotch x reader; no use of y/n - left it as ambiguous as possible

Word Count: 662

A/N: this is my FIRST EVER fic I'm posting to tumblr!!!!! AHHH I know!!!

Super fluffy fluff ahead

I have an AO3 that I will probably post all these to, but I'll see how brave I'm feeling later lol anyways, I hope you enjoy <33 let's talkkkkk

Hotch stood there in front of your door, waiting for you to answer. One hand gripping a bouquet of peonies and baby’s breath a bit tighter than strictly necessary. His thumb continuously rubbing over his index and middle fingers on his other hand. 

After what simultaneously feels like forever and just a few seconds, he hears your footsteps making their way to the door. He unconsciously licks his lips and stands up straighter. Holding his breath in anticipation.

He feels like a fucking teenager again. 

No matter how much he went over every detail in his mind, no matter how many pep talks with Rossi in his office, no matter how many times he rehearsed what he wanted to say, nothing at all prepares him for the sight of you.

You open the door with a shy smile and a soft hi and it takes all his will power to not make a fool of himself and declare his love for you right then and there. 

The light from the hallway behind you shines gently on your figure creating a halo around you, making you look almost ethereal. He’s in awe. Breath literally knocked from him as he takes you in like he’s seeing you for the first time.

Hotch sees your eyebrows slightly knitted in confusion, even though a small smile dances on your face. A little too late Aaron realizes he hasn’t said a word. 

Giving his head a little shake as if breaking a trance, he smiles and chuckles slightly. “I’m sorry - hi. You look…” he starts and is unable to finish while looking you up and down again, his head shaking again, unable to find the correct words. 

Your head ducks down, unable to continue looking at him when he’s looking at you like that. Like you’re something precious and desirable. It’s unbearable. Unbearable and incredible. Especially coming from a man like him. You bite your lip to try and keep your face from being completely consumed by the largest smile the world’s ever seen. 

“You too”, you practically whisper. 

Your eyes meet, disbelieving smiles still on each other's faces. Nobody says or does anything except stares.

Out of the corner of your eye, you notice Aaron holding something. Eyes finally moving from his to what’s in his hand, your eyebrows shoot up. 

His eyes follow yours after a beat. “Oh, right”, he says lightly, hand extending out towards you. “These are for you.” 

You can’t imagine how it was even possible, but your smile widens at the sweet gesture.

Some may have considered it old fashioned and outdated to bring a girl flowers on the first date, but you love it. It’s so very Aaron and it nearly makes you melt. 

“Aaron. They’re beautiful.”

Now it’s his turn to blush. Both pleased with himself at making the correct choice by bringing you flowers in the first place, and at hearing the reverence in your voice. Seeing you so pleased and by something he did? He couldn’t hide the smile that broke out across his face.

You take the flowers and disappear into the house briefly.

You come back out, shutting the door behind you. Looking up at him quickly, a slight hesitant look on your face, before you lace your fingers with his. 

A warmth spreads through Aaron’s hand, up his arm, and throughout his entire body making his breath catch in his throat. Certain you feel it too, he turns to you to see your sheepish gaze already on him. 

Worrying your bottom lip between your teeth again, you let out a small, breathless chuckle, “Come on. Let’s get going.” The “before we decide to stay in” is left unsaid, but definitely felt between the two of you. 

You pull him along to the sidewalk, hand in hand, talking in hushed tones as you make your way to Aaron’s car. 

Both knowing this would be it. The last first date either of you would go on.

[mehworld]

I was talking to an IT guy working in Texas or something, talking about the new new Thor dropping on Disney plus. I said I loved the director, Taita Waititi. He mentioned some of his work and I asked if he’d seen Our Flag Means Death. He said no and asked what it was about. I said gay pirates, cause duh. He said oh, no, he didn’t watch MA rated shows. It was clear he was uncomfortable, because it was gay. At the end of our IT session, after he fixed my printing issue, he said “praise God”. I said nothing and the call ended. When I tell you I’m still fuming over his being uncomfortable with the show for being gay, I am writing this post. As a queer woman, I am mad. But not mad enough to tell him that I am also rated MA. Because if I do, he might not help me with as much willingness. I can’t afford losing this Texas idiot’s help to get my work done. Just hate when you realize you’ve made yourself a beautiful queer friendly bubble and it gets ruined by one IT white guy from Texas whose life is probably the picture perfect white picket fence heteronormative garbage I avoid. I can’t wait til there’s gays in EVERYTHING. Cause then, what are you going to say, Brandon? Hmmm? If it’s rated R or PG-13 what are you going to say when your homophobic ass doesn’t want to watch it? HIDE WHILE YOU CAN HOMOPHOBE! WE ARE COMING TO A SCREEN NEAR YOU WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT! WERE HERE, WERE QUEER, WERE ON YOUR TV, BRANDON! WERE ON THE PHONE WITH YOU! WE ARE MAKING MORE MONEY THAN YOU AND HAPPY, BRANDON. FUCK YOU AND YOUR CHICK FIL A LOVING ASS, BRANDON!