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makes me so eepy

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stay strong. live on. and power to the local dreamer

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Regulus Black would've been a hardcore Pharb. retweet.

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you don’t need to imagine it anymore

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talk ur shit

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THE HELMET BROS.

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# erik apologist?? he did nothing wrong

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when the objectively bad person has traumatic and honestly reasonable reasons for why theyre like that but it doesnt excuse their actions and only serves to make them more tragic as a character

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watcher social person i love you

watcher social person how are you doing are you resting this weekend

unfortunately no rest this weekend because watcher's social person is seeing dan and phil on tour

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Boygenius, meet Boygenius.

Erm a really really short Spencer blurb that i thought of the other day. I wanna be able to show him new things and force him to listen to my music... sigh. Probably will do a part 2 of his reaction, if only to feed my own delusions. Anyways :3

Word count: 672

Warnings: Just tooth-rotting fluff and my horrible writing!

“So boygenius, you ever heard of Boygenius?” 

It was a paperwork day; quiet, boring (and quite frankly miserable). Even cool FBI profilers had paperwork, and it was just as tedious as finding a needle in a stack of other needles. Hotch was locked away in his office and the rest of the team were all working at their desks. 

But you, you’ve had enough. It’s been hours since you’ve heard anyone's voice other than the one in your head repeatedly screaming at how boring this is. As Reid is the one closest to you, sharing an opposite desk, you decide to annoy him for at least a little fun. He looks up from the stack of papers he was working on-

 “Huh?” 

“I know your head is buried 6 ft under a rock when it comes to pop culture, but surely the boygenius has heard of Boygenius.” 

You smirked knowing how the gears in his head were probably spinning crazy right now. He never understood a damn thing you were saying, it was endearing really, the way he would look at you and tilt his head in confusion. When you had first met him, you truly didn’t understand the magnitude of his gap in knowledge. He was the smartest person in every room, surely he’ll understand this niche reference… nope. He just stared at you blankly when you tried to make a joke about the latest internet drama and you very quickly learnt that this man only had a phone to text people. Not even a private instagram account to stalk people on. At first, you found it strange and wondered how the hell he kept up with the world. When you found out he still reads the daily newspaper you had to excuse yourself from the room and take a walk before you exploded. So adorable. His confused voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

“I’m assuming you may be talking about a musical artist, in which case no… you know that.” 

He sounded embarrassed, as he always did when he failed to understand your references or miss a joke. You never intended to make him feel that way, it was just so easy to tease him when most of it went over his head. 

“Well, we indeed must fix this issue as soon as humanly possible… you free tonight?” 

You have to muster up more courage than you have when talking to Reid, knowing he’s far too awkward or nervous to say anything ever. So you put on an act in hopes that he or the rest of the team can't see right through you. But it seems to be working when he is much too busy trying to hide the blush creeping onto his cheeks and act casual. 

“Uh… yes I am not doing anything of importance tonight. Why exactly?”

“Because you are coming over to my place and I am introducing you to Boygenius aka the best band to ever exist.” 

You trail off before remembering yourself…

“Only if you want… of course.” 

You begin to think he’s trying to find a way to kindly refuse your offer, the way his eyes are darting around the bullpen with his fingers nervously twisting together before he blurts out-

“That would be great! I mean, yeah sounds good. Do you want me to come straight from work or…”

“You can just come home with me, probably easier. You’re gonna love them, don't worry.”

Satisfied with your conversation, you turn back to your computer and try to ignore the racing of your heart. The work is still as boring as it was before but now you have something to look forward to. The shine in Spencer's eyes when he discovers something new and the part of his lips as he immerses himself in whatever music you’re forcing him to listen to. You have to force the smile off of your face before anyone notices and god forbid puts two and two together…

You are hopelessly in love with the BAU’s boygenius.

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working on the season premiere of ghost files assets… oh maybe ghosts are real…. seriously imagine it

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A quick little glimpse at something I'm writing currently. Reader's mutation is quite literally stolen from Grishaverse heartrenders. I just think they are rad. Also, i dunno how to format on tumblr so bear with me. NOT proofread sorry not sorry :3

The fight around him was raging with no sign of stopping anytime soon. This was supposed to be a simple mission, Logan, you, Storm and Jean were sent out to investigate a strange concentration of mutant activity in the middle of the woods that Charles had picked up on. He was concerned about the nature of the activity he could sense, unsure whether it would be a friendly interaction or not. So he sent some of his most capable friends, unfortunately. Turns out it was a trap, mutants having been captured to purposely lure them to the alien den. For whatever reason, these creatures wanted the X-men's attention, and they sure had got it. Not in a good way. 

Storm was engaged in fighting two of the alien looking creatures off, using her powers to electrocute them to dust while Jean was throwing their bodies haphazardly around, trying to avoid their vicious claws. Currently he was ripping one apart with his claws, yanking his hands down to throw it to the ground before leaping behind the body and sticking his claws through the creature's neck. Pausing to look around at the carnage around him, he spares a glance to where he saw you last but is unable to spot your location. Bodies litter the ground around them, the aliens unrelenting in their attack. He could only spot a few more, the fight hopefully ending soon. As he rips a scaly arm of another alien in half he hears your voice, a humorous tilt in your tone. That was you, always joking in times like this, never taking anything seriously. The way you fought was effortless like it’s something you've spent decades perfecting, which you have. You always refused to purely rely on your powers, determined to make yourself strong in every way and it pays off. The way you gracefully spin around the figures advancing on you, killing them with a calculated sway of your dagger aiming for just the right places, is currently making Logan’s jeans tighter. Which is not what he needs right now. While he was distracted, another tried to sneak up on him but in a second the creature was sent scrambling on the floor, clawing at its throat. He smirks, he likes being a part of a team. 

“AHHH!” The scream pierces the air and halts all fighting. The hairs on his arm stand up and he immediately whips his head around to you, only to see you violently close your fist and kill the alien in front of you, blood spurting all over you. Hot… Not the time! You drop your hand and sprint over the bodies left in your wake, leading his eyes to … 

Oh no.

He follows suit, running over to Jean’s crumpled form. Storm kneels down and pulls Jean’s head onto her lap. A large gash on her side spurting blood way too quickly for his liking. To be honest, he’s never been good with blood even after all these years. He’s had enough of it. But the amount pouring out of Jean was enough to be sickening, he dropped beside her and tried to stop the flow of blood. Before he could say anything, Jean seemed to be trying to turn his attention to behind him. He turned to see the rest of the creatures gaining on them, wanting to finish the rest of them off while they were distracted. His heart was racing; he could probably take them all, sure, but they really needed to get Jean out of here and back to the mansion. 

“We gotta do something, the poison is acting quickly” Storm's somehow calm voice rings out through the mixing of their huffs. 

“Leave me. Please.” Jean’s weak voice begs. Always self-sacrificing. He rolled his eyes, knowing none of them could be dragged away from one of their teammates. 

“No way in hell.” Your voice was deadly. Out of the corner of his eye he saw you shakily get up from your knees and stumble before him, your body blocking the creatures from view. He tried to call out your name but nothing seemed to come out. The air around you seemed murderous, body shaking with rage. Logan had never seen you like this before, you were the most level-headed on the team but also probably the most protective. When someone hurt your friends, there was hell to pay. And these creatures were about to pay, he almost felt bad for them. Almost. They were running towards your group now, picking up their pace dramatically. Before they could get any closer you slashed your hands in an arc and tightened your fists, head tilting as you focused on their hearts, the blood flowing through their bodies. All at once, they collapsed to the ground becoming very still. He noticed the way blood seeped out of their eyes and noses, not a nice way to go at all. 

It was all over in a second, but Jean’s state had already worsened. He pushed tighter against her wound despite her protests, mumbling his apologies. He felt you drop beside him, the air pulled from your lungs as you took in Jean’s dismal state. He saw the tears collecting in your eyes and dropping down your cheeks, he longed to take your face in his hands and wipe them away. He hated seeing you cry, he wanted to make it all better but there was nothing he could do. He felt hopeless.

“I-am going to try something. Get back.” You stuttered out, nudging Logan away from Jean. 

“y/n there’s nothing we can do…” Storm tried to reason. You weren’t hearing it. 

“I said get back!” Your outburst startled Storm into retreating a few steps. Logan walked over to her and allowed her to lean on him. He knew you had been working on your abilities lately, testing your limits. He also knew that you were extremely powerful. But he couldn’t see what you could possibly do here. Your form shadowed over Jean’s, her breathing becoming shallower by the second. He heard Storm signalling for help, but he was mesmerised by your face of concentration. You were taking deep breaths with closed eyes, hands hovering over the wound on Jean’s side. A flash of pain crossed your face as you made a pulling motion with your hand, repeating the action again and again. What he saw next he couldn’t believe. You had seemed to pause the flow of crimson from the gash but a trail of blood trickled out and flowed into the air, the droplets like rain before dropping to the ground behind you. Only stopping for a second before your hands fall back into action. Before he could blink, the wound had completely disappeared, the skin having knitted itself back together under your fingers. Your breathing was now ragged, and when you opened your eyes, they were entirely red. He heard Storm gasp beside him. The breath left his lungs, speech failing him. Blood filled your eyes, dripping down your cheeks replacing the dried tears, and your hands were a dark shade of red, the liquid even dripping from your fingertips. Logan never liked blood, but the sight of you covered in blood that wasn’t yours, he seemed to like a lot. Now he was just worried about the sag of your shoulders and the terribly tired look on your face. 

“I did… There-there’s no more poison. But blood, she’s lost… lost a lot of blood. We have to go.” You fell onto your back, allowing Storm to pick up Jean’s unconscious body and quickly take her to The Blackbird which had just arrived nodding to Logan as she passed. He ran over to you, shaking your shoulder and taking your face in his hand. Instead of wiping tears, he’s wiping blood from your cheeks as you look up at him through the film of red covering your eyes. 

“Hey, hey, hey that was pretty crazy huh? You alright? It’s time to go now.” He spoke softly to you, knowing that's probably what you need. You’d explained how using your power was overstimulating, the roaring of heartbeats and blood rushing making your skin crawl. He tried to calm the racing of his heart, knowing you could sense his panic. He felt that calm rush over him and looked into your eyes, the corner of his lips tilting up in appreciation. You always put him, and the others first. It was cute, but it was also frustrating. 

“Enough of that, you’ve done enough today. Let’s get you home.” He picked up your nearly limp body in his arms, gently walking you both over to the jet, careful not to jostle your sore body too much. You tiredly smiled up at him, lifting your hand and patting his cheek, leaving a bloody handprint, before promptly passing out. 

Rest coming soon????

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meow meow

you can get a print here

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📺 D&P TERRIBLE INFLUENCE OFFICIAL TOUR MERCH 💙

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LMAOOO i tried to post the car fight from deadpool 3 on youtube with casual playing in the background and it immediately got copyrighted. marvel your homophobic side is showing /j

anyways here is is cause i'm not a pussy