#inbox:

[draculagerard]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

SNDJAKEJWKEJKWKSJEJKW HELP

[ricecookie]

i’ll put you out of your misery

information. masterpost. in line. commissions. main

recent – close your eyes, chrollo lucilfer.

posts whenever, fyi. feel free to send an ask tho

[saintsplanet-old]

i bet on losing dogs. ☽    ( ... )    a private multi-muse by z𝗼𝐲𝚊   low activity.     mainly plot based.     extended rules found below.      muse-list subject to changes as i see fit.    i tend to write mostly on discord and use tumblr for drabbles, asks, and a few threads here & there.     i’m slow, but that’s life (med school eats time) — never disinterest.    i prefer to write with only one version of most characters,  and i am ship exclusive unless otherwise stated. guidelines | roster please do not follow first at this time.

thematically focusing on : knights and heroines, tragedies and devotion, female rage and broken myths, forbidden love and the ghosts of belonging. ♡ affiliated with @saintsknight

[saturdaysbaby]

🌶 because I refuse to let the world take you away from me uwu 💖 if you’re gonna die, it’ll be at my hands

In this world its either kill or get killed, what'chu gonna do

[armyhoned]

@livedforwards

The only two people to die at the BAU have been the agents she appointed.

It starts like this: she can’t choose someone. Bile rises in her throat every time she tries to pick up the stack of files with replacement profiles. Good people. Excellent, brilliant people. She thinks Clara is in there somewhere.

And every time she opens one, Dave finds her in the bullpen’s single stall bathroom, collapsed over a toilet.

The bureau is breathing down her neck. They want a replacement. But she thinks of Stephen, thinks of wheels up, matt, and she hands the files with a shaking hand to Dave.

And: she freezes. They ask her where do you want us to go and she looks at them with such terror that the next four minutes aren’t something she remembers.

( Later on, looking back, that’s when she knew. When she couldn’t tell Luke and JJ to interview their victim and Reid and Tara to analyze the scene, she knew. )

She pretends, for a few more weeks. Goes to therapy appointments where they ask her whether or not she’s sleeping or calling her mother or picking her nails ( two nos and a yes ), where she hides her bleeding cuticles inside her fists, and doesn’t say that yesterday, she saw Stephen in the bullpen, or tried to answer a phone call from Matt.

She thinks: fifty is a good age for retirement, anyway. She thinks: why couldn’t it have been me?

( She’s not an idiot. She does not think that this team would be alright if she was gone instead of Matt. But she knows, too, what he had and she doesn’t. There’s four children and a widow and nothing, nothing she can do. )

By the time she can’t okay the case for Garcia, she lets herself know.

She hands her recommendations for unit chief in the same day.

my muse is dead. tell me how yours is dealing with it.

[saturdaysbaby]

Yo I made a discovery and I wanted to share it with someone. It’s probably already public knowledge but. Fur + baby = furbaby and that simplifies to................................furby.

What excellent math thank you for sharing

[saturdaysbaby]

wanna talk about cryptids w me

YEs omg i went thru a Phase™ and now i have this information and nothing to do with it