Imma Say It, Guillermo Del Toro Is The Director Tim Burton Thinks He Is

“it’s starting to smell like pumpkin spice!”

“it’s starting to smell like scary movies!”

no.

it’s starting to smell like, the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to realize the gravity of our situation.

“Your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing” is the realest quote ever made, thank you Dostoevsky, he understood the struggle

Criminal Minds Lockscreens

a little appreciation gift from me <3, enjoy!

insp.

graves grow no green that you can use.

gwendolyn brooks

-ˋˏ ༻50 Wordless Ways To Say I Love You— Prompts.

masterlist, inc. other prompt lists!

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1 Holding their hands when they are shaking.

2 Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

3 Traveling long distances just to see them.

4 Making their favorite meal when they are having a hard day.

5 Giving them a kiss before going to work and they are still in bed.

6 Tucking your head into their neck during a hug.

7 Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise.

8 Buying them something unrequested because it made you think of them.

9 Participating in their hobby even if it doesn’t personally interest you.

10 Sitting in comfortable silence while eating a meal.

11 Telling them a dumb joke just to see their smile.

12 Following their family traditions that they enjoy.

13Playing your fingers through their hair while sitting next to them on the couch.

14 Singing and dancing to their favorite song.

15 Calming them down when they have a bad dream.

16 Having a tickle fight until you’re breathless.

17 Folding their clean laundry and putting it away.

18 Sharing a soft smile across a crowded room.

19 Bringing them a plate of their favorite sliced fruit.

20 Washing their back/hair in the shower.

21 Sharing your umbrella with them in the rain.

22 Listening to them while they vent.

23 Taking a picture together to print and hang later.

24 Tracing your names together in the sand.

25 Wearing clothes in their favorite color.

26 Doing a chore for them that you know they aren’t fond of.

27 Leaving a plate of food in the microwave for when they have a late shift.

28 Sharing a drink with them from the same straw.

29 Tucking their hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face.

30 Helping scratch that itch on their back they can’t reach.

31 Pulling a chair out for them to sit down at the table.

32 Wrapping a blanket around them when they are sitting on the couch and watching a show.

33 Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.

34 Mending an item of their clothing that was ripped.

35 Running out in the middle of the night to get a food item they’re craving.

36 Helping brush their hair after a shower.

37 Making sure to be quiet while they’re taking a nap.

38 Letting them warm their cold hands under your shirt.

39 Giving them your dessert when you eat out because it’s their favorite.

40 Making a goofy face until they notice and laugh.

41 Giving them space when they express wanting to have some time alone.

42 Holding their hand while walking, even if there isn’t a crowd.

43 Holding shopping bags that are too heavy for them.

44 Standing between them and a busy road.

45 Rubbing the back of their hand with a thumb.

46 Giving them a back massage when they flop on the couch or bed.

47 Staying up half the night to finish a game with them.

48 Getting them a coffee just the way they like it.

49 Giving them a tight hug that makes them lose their breath.

50 Buying them a special treat when you go out shopping.

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current sexuality: spencer reid’s hands

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can't stop, can't breath, can't think.

i'm in love again.

(theboy,theboy,theboy)

“Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart. The really great men must, I think, have great sadness on earth.”

― Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

don’t you just love submissive men?

you couldn’t help biting your fingernail to try and stop from smirking. first glance at you got him to blush and every one after that warranted a stutter. it was all too cute when he was supposed to be presenting to this room full of legal professionals and high status people.

honestly, who cares who’s in the room right now. for all you know, the banquet hall is filled with a million potted plants, your only focus is on dr. reid.

such unruly hair and boyish face. he had to be in his late twenties; fbi agent and phd? probably a child genius or something.

god, you should have paid attention when he introduced himself, you bet he has such a cute name. but you didn’t really care for this seminar and were more preoccupied with the drinks until the mentioning of a case you knew caught your attention. and then dr. reid had your entire presence. first it was just to make sure he got all the facts right—it was a case you worked on after all—but after the computer like regurgitation he repeated, you were more interested in the fact that he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you for more than a minute.

maybe it was worth it to come here tonight.

and maybe you could have a bit more fun before you make him come over.

a sweet smile to the waiter, the order of a new glass of wine and gentle fixing of his cuff has dr. reid staring directly at you for about 3 sentences straight.

the stare down you give him, though, when the waiter hands you your glass of red is the last thing you needed.

“thank you, and have a great night.” dr. reid ends, hastily leaving the podium.

the initial shock of the room lasts a split second before chatter and soft music starts, and everyone’s attention is directed away from the speaker. every one but yours. the entirety of your eight person round table gathers up and leaves, creating room for the doctor who approaches.

“uh,” he places his hands in his pockets and clears his throat. “hi.”

you smile, amused, and take a sip of your wine, not breaking eye contact. he clearly didn’t have a plan of action.

“hi.” you say back and his cheeks tinge pink. “would you like to take a seat?”

he nods his head and reaches for a chair across the table, but you kick out the one beside you. his eyebrows raise.

“i won’t be able to hear you if you’re so far away.”

he sits down beside you and you notice the stubble around his face.

“uh—i’m spencer. dr. spencer reid.” he nods.

“i’m y/n l/n. prosecution.”

“a lawyer?”

you nod.

“that was my case you were talking about.”

he purses his lips.

“your case?” he asks. “i think it was my case before it was yours.”

you laugh a little.

“you caught him, i made sure he’ll never see the light of day. my case.”

“you wouldn’t have anything though if i hadn’t caught him.”

“i think we have an argument on the horizon dr. reid.” i say, and take the last sip of my wine so as not to smirk at the blush he tried to hide.

he likes to be called doctor.

you decide you’ve teased the man enough. better upgrade to full on torture.

your heeled foot draws directly to his, and after his slight move away (thinking that he was in your way), you stretch to the inside of his ankle.

he instantly freezes, realizing what you’re doing.

“you don’t think we could share the case, dr. reid?” you tilt your head as your foot rises a bit higher, grazing his leg.

“uh-uhm.” he clears his throat. “i don’t see why we can’t.”

you smile.

“do you like to share?” you ask, and he shifts a bit, but doesn’t let your foot move away from his leg.

“not particularly.” he mumbles.

you take your foot back and his eyes shoot to you.

“i wouldn’t mind sharing with you though!” he says a bit too eagerly.

you bit your cheek from laughing at his adorable demeanour. time to end this thing.

“i live a few blocks from here.” you tell him, leaning forward and placing your hand on his thigh. your voice drops to a whisper, forcing him to move closer. “would you like to come over and finish this conversation in private?”

his response takes less than a second.

“yes, please.”

LOVED the asking Aaron to give you a hickey blurb!! How about one where the reader is going undercover as a prostitute or something and a couple of hickeys would complete the look so she chooses Hotch and Spencer because "they need to be different to sell the cover more" and Morgan is SHOCKED that she chose Hotch and Reid over him?

reader and spencer have a little will they won’t they thing going on

“would you both just do it?” you ask impatiently as you pull the hem of your dress up a little.

derek can’t believe what he’s hearing.

“you want pretty ricky and hotch to give you hickeys but not me?”

hotch is the first one to latch onto your neck, sucking harshly on your neck as you stare morgan down.

“mhm, i’ve heard rumors about you derek morgan.” he scoffs and shakes his head as you mouth, ‘savannah.’

spencer sucks hickeys along your collarbones and the underside of your jaw.

“thanks boys,” you pat them both on the shoulder before fixing your hair and walking to the door of the van.

spencer comes with you and whispers, “be careful, please.”

you give him a soft smile, “so you can give me more?” spencer rolls his eyes but lays a kiss to your forehead.

“so i don’t have to ruin your pretty dress when you make the man obsessed with you.”

“and derek thinks you’re a virgin.” spencer only shakes his head as you open the door and make your way to the streets, an extra sway in your step as you.