Sometimes I write, sometimes I don’t. I always take requests but I can’t promise you I will write them all, you are welcome to try tho
This is a queer blog so if you’re homophobic go fuck yourself
I do write (very crappy) smut
Right now I’m only doing Emily Prentiss but that could change in the future
There are some kinks I won’t do tho. Nothing wrong with them at all, I just wouldn’t know how to do it and I don’t want to get it wrong or offend anyone
- Anything to do with piss/poop/vomit etc
- I’m not the biggest fan of angst unless it’s /confort
- Anything that has to do with rape/sa or anything related with mental health problems like self-harm / eds
- Although I’m not the biggest fan, I would consider writing something related with pregnancy, but not too explicit.
- Won’t do Emily with a penis, I’ll be using straps ofc
- I can’t think of much else rn so in doubt just ask!
that moment when you’ve been depressed and isolated for some time and then you finally spend a whole evening w your friends, and they’re driving you back home, music full volume, they’re all laughing and yelling over one another, and you understand what Hanya Yanagihara meant with the “healing power of friendship” even when it isn’t enough to save you
Seymour and Buddy Glass by JD Salinger are the best representation of gifted children I’ve seen in my short experience as a diagnosed gifted person myself
Do you ever wish someone you’ve lost out of spite had passed away, because that way the hole in your heart would make sense? Because that way you could find a reasoning behind not being able to ever see them again? Like yeah, I know exactly where you are and who you’re with and yet I’ll have to miss you forever
i wanna know what ppl who condemn a little life for being exaggerated 'trauma porn' have to say about half the world being exposed as pedos and the existence of a child sex traffic ISLAND, + the protection of said criminals. Say what you want about yanagihara's controversial ways of writing certain topics, i wholeheartedly agree - but i will never get behind discrediting the book as unrealistic. the events of jude's life are literally statistically true. his reality was and is lived by millions.
JB, who was Jude’s first friend. JB, who carried Jude to the college hospital when he witnessed him having an episode in their dorm.
JB, who shouted and made a scene in that same hospital until a doctor finally saw Jude - and that doctor was Andy, the only physician Jude ever allowed to care for him for the rest of life.
JB, who helped Jude move into the apartment he shared with Willem on Lispenard St. JB, who brought along his friend Richard to help that day. Richard, who later sold Jude his beautiful apartment on Green Street that Jude loved so much. Richard, who secretly looked after him more than Jude ever imagined, who at one point saved his life, and at another point reminded him his birthday was worth celebrating, when Jude himself had forgotten and his world was bleak.
JB, who envied his life, his looks, his career, his relationship (even his limp!). JB, who saw him as competition, rather than someone to pity. JB, who thought he was beautiful, who thought killing something small and adorable was worth it if it meant looking like Jude.
JB, who brought him to parties, who showered him with laughter and provocations.
JB, who asked too many questions and wanted all the answers but got none of them. JB, who then asked Harold to back off from asking all the questions and wanting all the answers as well.
JB, who captured his life in galleries, on canvas, on film. The good and the bad.
JB, who’s art invaded and celebrated and decorated. JB, who’s art froze Willem in time for him.
JB, who was Jude’s last friend. JB, who Jude resented, who Jude hated, who Jude never forgave, who Jude wanted dead.
JB, who found him at last, who put away his suits, who handed out his letters.
JB, who outlived his friends, who was left alone, with his pictures, and his paintings, and his pain.
"I asked chatgpt" ok well I asked Sherlock Holmes and I got a monologue that contained two tangents, four accidental insults, the answer to my question, and three homoerotic comments about his flatmate
the fact that the main criticism of If We Were Villains is the fact that the characters are one dimensional is crazy to me bc it shows that these people missed the entire point of the book. the characters are so immersed in the world of Shakespeare that they become the archetypes they acted as in the plays. they take part in the worst kind of method acting as they strive to be perfect. the whole story is centred around themes of losing yourself in an act. OFC THEY HAD NO DEPTH, THEY EACH STARTED AND ENDED THE STORY AS ONE THING AND ONE THING ONLY, THE SHAKESPERIAN ARCHETYPES THEY PLAYED. SOMEONE WENT TO JAIL OVER IT AND TWO PEOPLE DIED BECAUSE OF IT, THE PLOT OF JULIUS CAESAR PRETTY MUCH PLAYED OUT IN THEIR FUCKED UP LITTLE ARTS COLLEGE. OFC THEY'RE ONE DIMENSIONAL MY GOD.
I’m not sure you all understand the huge meaning the milk probably had in “sunrise on the reaping” and why snow took it so personally, and although this is only a theory of mine, I thought maybe some of you wanted to know.
The first thing to keep in mind is when Snow asks for the milk and why. He does so after having tasted a poisoned oyster dish that he had used to kill an enemy. As Finnick told us in Mockingjay, Snow always takes a bite or a sip from dish or the glass to avoid any suspicions.
By the time he gets Plutarch and Haymitch, he is spitting up blood. At this point, we can assume that he must have already consumed the antidote, otherwise he would have died. However, as Finnick points out, they don't always work entirely well. When he starts coughing in front of them, Plutarch offers him water, but he refuses and asks for (and insists) on milk.
If you didn’t know: this is probably because milk is a natural antidote, a remedy for almost any poison that is ingested. Milk produces mucus in the stomach and slows the absorption of acids. So if you ever ingest something like bleach or something similar, and you need to slow down the effects as much as possible, protect your stomach, or are simply unable to vomit, drinking at least two large glasses of milk before seeking medical attention could save your life.
In my opinion, it's not far-fetched to think that this detail is accurate and that's why Snow refuses the water and specifically asks for milk. When Haymitch drinks it, he's not only denying him something to drink, but unbeknownst to him, he's risking his life.
It's very sad and ironic that Snow then insists on sending him milk once he's out of the arena. He sends him milk every day until he returns home, and Lenore Dove eats the gumdrops. When Haymitch begs for help, when he asks if they have any pills or anything else after she insists she can't throw up, some milk could have actually have saved her life; at least it would have given her uncles time to react. Snow let Haymitch binge on milk for weeks, only to then kill his girl, and therefore, because he drank all the milk, he couldn't give it to her.
So, maybe the last metaphor it's a bit far-fetched, but it's all true, and knowing Suzanne Collins, I don't think such a meticulous detail was random. Anyway, let me know what you think!
summary: you run into an old friend of yours, somehow it makes Emily want you more
tw: none just super fluffy fluff
a/n: yk this ep in season 1 where they go to ny, and to a sushi restaurant, and Spencer can't use the chopsticks? it's by far one of my favorite scenes in the whole show.
Even though most of the time traveling for cases sucks, there are moments when it makes you feel like the luckiest person in the world. Those moments are usually old sushi restaurants in New York.
Even with the case still open, you don't even feel a drop of guilt enjoying the night out.
Morgan orders something he can't pronounce the name of "just for the thrill of it", Rossi has an irrationally expensive liquor, and Spencer tries (and fails) once again to use the chopsticks.
So the night seems good enough, and then you feel a hand on your shoulder.
High school freind, you haven't seen her since, wow, how much now? Really?! ten years seems like waaay too much, it can't be!
You sit up to talk to her, feeling how the conversation on your table resumes quickly, except of course for those penetrating, deep, warm, chocolate eyes of your girlfriend, the one's you have melted in many times before, and can now feel resting on you, so attentive to the conversation taking place mere feet away from her.
You say your goodbyes, really it wasn't that bad, just a quick hi, hello, how have you been? a partially honest promise of calling to hang out whenever you get back in town, and that's it. However you do feel you phone buzzing, and then the fast and possessive hand of your girlfriend resting on your thigh as soon as you place your napkin back on your lap.
Ems 💖: She’s looking at you like you’re a snack. 😒
You: Yeah, it’s been a while! Just catching up.
You try to sound casual, but Emily’s brow furrows slightly, her gaze still fixed on you.
Ems 💖: Catching up? More like she was sizing you up.
You chuckle, leaning closer to Emily.
You: You’re imagining things. She’s harmless!
You can see Emily's quick fingers typing the response, trying to manage with only one hand, because you know that one's not coming off your lap.
Ems 💖: Harmless? Did you see how she was touching your arm?
You can’t help but smile at her jealousy.
You: Emily, come on! It was just a friendly gesture.
Emily rolls her eyes, but there’s a playful smile on her lips as she types back.
Ems 💖: Friendly, huh? Old friend or not, she’s way too touchy. She just put her hand on your arm. 🙄
You: It's just friendly!
Ems 💖: I don’t like the way she’s smiling at you. I thought I was the only one allowed to make you smile like that. 😤
You: you have nothing to worry about, babe
Ems 💖: You can't expect me to be fine when other people try to get in my girlfriend's pants, especially when it comes to other women.
You reach for her hand, giving it a squeeze, enjoying the way her thumb rubs soothingly against your skin.
You: I know you are, but you don’t need to worry.
You insist, and her smile widens, but she can’t quite let it go.
Ems 💖: I just want everyone to know you’re mine.
You laugh softly, leaning in closer so you can feel her.
You: I promise I’m only yours.
She bites her lip, a teasing glint in her eyes as she types again.
Ems 💖: Good, because if I see her again, I might just have to remind her who you belong to.
You laugh, shaking your head.
You: You’re adorable when you’re jealous.
Emily leans back, crossing her arms playfully, a mock-serious expression on her face.
Ems 💖: I’m not adorable; I just care about you!
You give her a knowing smile, then tease her a little.
You: So what happens if I run into her again?
Emily leans in closer, her gaze intense but playful.
Ems 💖: If you run into her again, I might just have to claim you right there.
You smirk, enjoying the banter.
You: Well, I guess I’ll just have to be careful then.
She nods, looking pleased, and you can see the playfulness in her eyes.
Ems 💖: Just remember: I don’t like sharing.
You can’t help but smile back, leaning in just a little closer, enjoying the electric tension.
Ems 💖: So, if you ever get in a situation again...
Her voice drops to a playful whisper, eyes sparkling.
Ems 💖: ...we’ll see.
You know she's joking, it's not like you hate it, there's always the feeling that this all comes from an insecure place, but you're not at all against the rough sex that usually comes with it. Definitely not against it.
You've almost forgotten when you get back to the hotel, using the key car to open the door, Emily lets you go in first and closes the doo behind her.
"I'm so full i might just roll down to bed" you say, stretching your arms, when you feel the warm presence of Emily's body against your back, her arms instantly wrapping along your waist.
It makes you jump, but you immediately turn around to welcome her embrace, surrounding her neck with your arms. he wraps her arms tightly around your waist, pulling you close as you both stand in the hallway.
The kiss she gives you is way too intense to be casual, you happily correspond, and you have to actually pull away to talk to her.
"Wow, where is this coming from?" you ask, your hands playing with her hair.
"What? I can't just kiss my girlfriend because i feel like it?" she asks defensively, and leaves a kiss on your cheek.
You laugh when you realize, you just can't help it, you separate your body from hers as much as she allows you so you can better look at her. "You really got jealous did you!?"
Her chuckle sounds so fake she can't even believe it herself "
Maybe just a little. I didn’t like how she was looking at you.”
You can’t help but smile at her possessiveness. “You’re cute when you’re jealous, you know that?”
“Cute?” she replies, raising an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. “I’d say I’m fiercely protective.”
You reach up, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear, your fingers lingering against her skin. “Well, I think it’s adorable.”
Before you can say anything else, she pulls you closer, her arms tightening around your waist as she presses her body against yours. The warmth radiating from her feels intoxicating, making your heart race. She tilts her head slightly, and her lips find yours again—this time, the kiss is hungry and desperate, filled with the tension that’s been building all night.
You respond eagerly, kissing her back with the same intensity. The hallway fades away as you lose yourself in the taste of her lips, the softness of her body against yours. Every brush of her mouth sends a thrill through you, and you can feel her pulling you deeper into the moment.
“Emily,” you breathe against her lips, pulling away just enough to meet her gaze. There’s a spark in her eyes, a playful glint that makes your stomach flip.
“Hmm?” she hums, her hands finding their way to your hips, her fingers digging in slightly as if to ground herself.
You take a moment to catch your breath, heart racing. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Why wouldn’t I be?” she teases, her voice low and sultry. “I just want to make it clear that you’re mine.”
With that, she turns you around, her warmth enveloping you as she gently guides you backward until your back hits the wall. The contact sends a rush of excitement through you. She stands before you, a fierce look in her eyes, and without hesitation, she pulls you onto her lap, her legs wrapping around your waist.
Your heart skips a beat at the sudden intimacy, and you feel a rush of heat bloom in your cheeks. “Emily!”
“What? Too much?” she asks, her voice playful but sultry, her breath warm against your neck as she presses you closer.
“Never too much,” you reply, laughing softly, your hands instinctively gripping her waist as you settle into her lap.
“Good,” she murmurs, leaning in for another kiss. This one is deep and passionate, her hands threading into your hair as she tilts her head to deepen the kiss. You melt against her, your body instinctively responding to her closeness.
As you pull away, breathless and smiling, Emily's fingers dance along your arm, tracing the lines of your skin. “I just want everyone to know you’re mine,” she whispers, her lips brushing against your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.
You chuckle, leaning in closer to whisper in her ear, “Believe me, everyone knows. But I think I need to remind you just how much you mean to me.”
With that, you capture her lips again, your hands finding their way back to her waist. She lets out a soft sigh against your mouth, encouraging you to kiss her deeper. The world around you fades, and it’s just the two of you, lost in your own bubble of warmth and connection.
“Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” Emily suggests breathlessly between kisses, her voice teasing but laced with desire.
“Maybe we should,” you reply, grinning against her lips as you pull back slightly to look into her eyes, feeling that electric connection.
With a playful smile, you both begin to move toward the bedroom, Emily holding tightly onto you, her body pressing against yours every step of the way, as if she can’t get enough.
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Clingy Emily, you will always be famous. Thank you for reading! Like, reblog and review if you liked it!
