#also damn I need a haircut

[chivalrouswooly]

A quick lil selfie for that anon… since it’s probably been a year by now.

[thesmokinpossum]

No but why did they do him like that?? 💀

[tricornonthecob]

My body decided that my 30s was the perfect time to flesh out my girl beard and now I have *six* genuine facial hairs instead of the one I've had since 18, and NOW ONE IS GRAY.

[feenixmork]

Was in a doodling mood, so, happy birthday @muffinrecord !

Partially wanted to do this as a lil thank you for all the efforts you've put into making MagiReco content easily accessible to people like me who were late to the party and insane enough to stick around lmao. This community's dedication to preservation and translations are just absolutely insane to me and I really respect everyone's work. And everyone's just really fun to interact with in general, I love it here.

Hope you have/had a pleasant day!

[waywardvagabonds]

Trying to be patient but would really love it if i had a therapy appointment scheduled by now.

[gently-decaying-flowers]

it is 5:30 in the morning and i am still itching to draw these lesbians

rattling the bars of my enclosure

[knifefightandchill]

Eccc is next weekend

I Am Hype.

[junonreactor]

whenever i tell anyone that i've thought on and off about cutting my hair really short but haven't been able to bring myself to do it i can see the thought flash across their face. like "oh it's because you're afraid you'll look too much like a boy" [insert pity or understanding]. i fucking wish i could be certain to look more masc by cutting my hair. instead i am 85% sure i will look like a very specific genre of market auntie.

[permanentreverie]

i never wanted to be a girlie who washed her hair everyday, and yet …

[galpal95]

Was tagged by @galfrey to make picrew of me. :3

^^^ that me. Loved that they had a Paramore shirt. If you take away anything from this post, it's that I'm a slut for Paramore.

tagging: @raptorofwar, @nosfagratu, @seawillfuckyourshitup, @goinghometotheshire, @grapecaseschoices, and anyone else who want to make one! (I wanna see!) No pressure, of course.

[sysig]

Pick a side, it’s the same coin (Patreon)

[ramitdown]

What I say: Damn, that guy's hot.

What I mean: I love that facial structure. I need to study it, learn to draw it, and use it for my art. Also, I want that haircut.

[this-doesnt-endd]

i love my long hair but i fucking hate blow drying it but if i dont itll never dry and ill freeze

[ithebookhoarder]

Special Delivery (Spencer Reid x F!Reader)

Description: Something's different about Reid and no-one knows what. However, a surprise delivery to the BAU may just have the answer...

Warnings: Food references, mentions of mental health, mentions of medical procedures, references to smutty behaviour, Spencer being adorable

Masterlist

“Ok. Am I the only one who’s noticed something’s different with Reid lately?” Morgan remarked, watching as the said boy-genuis made his way across the bullpen and over to his desk. 

“Yeah,” Emily hummed, watching the young agent over the rim of coffee cup. She had to admit it - as much as it annoyed her - Morgan was right; Spencer has definitely been acting different. If anything, she was surprised it had taken them all this long to say anything. 

Normally, they were all over each other the moment they noticed anything even remotely different about each other. Hell, she’d barely taken a step off the elevator, after getting an extra few inches cut off at her latest haircut, before the team were quizzing her about possible life changes and whether or not they needed to be worried about her. 

It was a hazard of working with profilers for a living; it was almost impossible to keep anything a secret. No wonder they were all intrigued and slightly confused by the fact that none of them had been able to pinpoint what was going on with their friend. 

The most notable difference was the gradual disappearance of the dark circles under his eyes. Reid also seemed happier in general, less quiet and reserved when talking to others, and it was starting to make agents talk. 

Morgan and Emily stood up straighter as JJ walked over to join the unofficial gossip session. She took one look at the pair and knew immediately what they were whispering about. 

“Are you talking about Reid?”

“Oh yeah,” Morgan grinned, “my money’s on him having finally found someone.”

Emily choked, seemingly as a result of inhaling her coffee at the grand statement. “What?”

“Oh, come on, Miss ‘super spy’. Just look at him,” he teased. “He’s been distracted. He’s all goo-goo eyed and he’s been leaving this place at a normal hour. Like… tell me that doesn’t scream ‘I got a date’.”

“What? It could be loads of things. It doesn’t have to be a date, right JJ?”

“He’s probably just happy. We’ve all been getting more sleep lately and our paperwork is non-existent at the moment,” JJ murmured, reaching past the pair of them to grab for the coffee pot. She was clearly doing her best to try and put this line of questioning to rest. She’d always been the first to protect the younger agent she now saw as a little brother. “Besides, we all know he’s not interested in dating, he hasn’t been since…. Well, you know.”

Morgan groaned. “But what about the secret texts, JJ!” he protested, ignoring the look Emily shot him in return. “He’s been glued to that phone of his and keeps giggling like a school kid. Then there’s the lunches! I know he’s always been organised and likes things a certain way, but damn. His lunches have been like next level - and actually healthy? And I swear he’s had jello like every day.”

JJ rolled her eyes. “You’re basing your profile on jello? Is that it?” 

“Well, no I mean… did you not hear the part about the texting and the taking secret calls and the fact he didn’t come out for drinks last night-”

“-Can’t we just be glad for him? Whatever is going on, it’s good for him. Let’s just drop it, ok? He’ll tell us when he’s ready if there’s anything to share.”

“JJ’s right,” Emily echoed. “Reid’s just … happy. End of.”

By the way Morgan frowned it looked like it definitely was not the end of this conversation, but he never got the chance to argue. In fact, he was interrupted as the main doors opened next to them and a rather lost looking receptionist hurried through. 

Normally, this wouldn’t have been worth noticing but all three of them spun around at the sound of him calling out the name, “Agent Reid? uh… Is Agent Reid here?”

“Oh, uh, here!” Spencer shouted, soundly vaguely like he was taking roll call. It didn’t help that he shot his arm up in the air too, almost falling off his desk chair as he lurched to his feet and hurried over. “That’s… that’s me - and it’s Dr Reid, but it doesn’t matter. How can I help?”

“Oh, uh, there’s a Y/N at reception for you,” the unfortunate messenger managed, gesturing back the way they’d came. “I told them to wait whilst I came to check with you as they’re not on your visitor list-”

Spencer didn’t even let the poor man finish. He was already racing for the door before the man had even made it to the end of the sentence. Needless to say, the others were quick to follow, with Morgan smugly boasting “told you soooo” as he went. 

There was no way on earth they were missing this and considering Hotch and Rossi hadn’t arrived yet it wasn’t like they were about to get their asses handed to them for missing their briefing either. 

Despite the amount Spencer had told you about the BAU, you were still surprised by how different the FBI offices were to what you’d imagined. 

The offices were larger and the sheer number of people walking about in suits and carrying a side arm made you feel even more nervous, and that was already a problem considering you were stood there wearing neon blue scrubs, embroidered with jungle animals on the pocket. 

You were like a walking, flashing sign, screaming ‘outsider - does not work here’.  Thankfully, you weren’t going to be there long. You were only swinging by on your way to work, hoping to catch your utterly perfect - and utterly forgetful - boyfriend, before the start of your shift. 

Speaking of Spencer, you had only been standing there for possibly five minutes when you saw him barreling through the doors towards you. 

“Hey, Spence-“

“Y/N? Honey? What’s going on?” he gushed, hurrying over and taking your face in his hands. You could see his wide eyes frantically scanning every inch of you, looking for some kind of problem or sign that you were not ok. “Is everything alright? What are you doing here?”

You felt your cheeks warm at the sudden display of concern, very much aware of the scene your wonderful boyfriend was making. Spencer wasn’t normally the most affectionate in public, preferring to save those rare moments for when the two of you were alone. The fact he was so worried about what might have brought you to the FBI on a Tuesday morning was touching and made your heart swell. 

“I’m fine, Spence. Don’t worry-” 

“Then what are you doing here?” 

“You forgot something,” you soothed, pulling back and reaching into your satchel. It was impossible to miss the way his face reddened as you pulled out a neatly labeled Dr Who Tupperware by way of explanation. “I’m here because you were in such a rush this morning that you forgot your lunch.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, ‘oh’,” you teased. “I couldn’t exactly let you go hungry so I thought I’d drop it off on my way to work. I don’t start till later as I’m covering Amelia’s shift as she’s visiting her sister in Boston, so I thought I’d swing by.”

Sure, Spencer was an adult and you could have let him just buy something from the cafeteria or order something in for lunch, but considering how much effort he had gone to to cook with you the day before you felt bad letting it go to waste. 

He’d been so proud of the way the recipe had turned out, following the instructions and your guidance with extreme precision and care. The result had been a rather tasty looking dish - and it had the added benefit of being healthy too. You were always worried that Spencer seemed to think fast food, like Pizza, was a food group. Then again, he had been forced to be an adult pretty fast and had been in college so young that it wasn’t a surprise that no-one had been there to teach him about cooking and eating right. He had been too focused on his studies to even think about anything else.  

It was something he had been working on since you’d got together and now cooking had become one of your favourite date night activities. It didn’t hurt that you often ended up spilling food all over yourselves and needing to shower together - it was just a lovely bonus. In fact, your screensaver was now a picture of you and Spencer, covered in flour, and beaming ear to ear. 

“Thank you, that… that’s so nice,” Spencer stammered, “but I feel bad. You didn’t need to go out of your way and bring it to me.”

“As I say, it’s on my way to work. It’s no trouble.”

“Well, still-“

“Hey, pretty boy!” 

Spencer froze. 

“You gonna introduce us to your friend, or what?”

Spencer opened his mouth but instantly closed it again. You knew by the way he rolled his eyes and began muttering under his breath that whoever had shouted that had definitely been talking to him. 

You couldn’t help but giggle. “Pretty boy, huh?” 

“Don’t ask,” he whined, taking a deep breath as you looked over his shoulder and saw a small group of people now making their way towards you. “I should probably mention that I wasn’t sure how comfortable you were with me mentioning you, so I haven’t told anyone about us yet and those idiots are some of my team and I would say ‘run’ but they’re all faster than me.”

“Ah… I see. So I’m guessing that one is Morgan?” 

“Yes.”

“Well, no time like the present,” you cheered, turning and waving at the approaching trio. “Hi. Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N - Spencer’s girlfriend.”

“Wow. A girlfriend?” cooed Morgan, reaching over to pull you into a hug before the other two could stop him. To their credit, they looked slightly embarrassed by the display but they were clearly too interested in your identity to care. “And a doctor to boot? Didn’t know he had it in him. I’m Derek Morgan.”

“Oh, I worked that out. It’s good to finally meet you all.” 

The others were quick to echo the sentiment, with JJ and Emily quickly introducing themselves in tandem. They were also quick to invite you inside the office for some coffee, but thankfully you weren’t lying when you said you had to get to work. 

“You know how it is. People to take care of, medical cases to solve, lives to save - same old, same old. All I’m missing is a snazzy badge and I could be an FBI agent.” 

“Ha ha.” Spencer’s smile was genuine as you stole a kiss before making a dash for your car. However, you could see the nerves in his eyes at being left alone to face the great inquisition that now awaited him following the discovery of your existence. You were pretty sure the entire BAU would know about you before it even hit lunchtime. “I’ll see you later, ok?” 

“Of course. Just let me know if you’re coming home or if you’re off saving the world in another state - otherwise I can’t promise I won’t eat all the leftovers before you get back.” 

He chuckled. “Will do.” 

With that, you bid the others goodbye, making sure to agree when they asked (more like insisted) that you came to their family dinner on Friday night at none other than Rossi’s house. The rest of the team were going to be begging to meet you after this, and they were all bringing their families along too. 

If Spencer wasn’t comfortable with you going you were pretty sure the team would believe it if you said you’d got called into a last minute surgery, but you’d check later when you both returned to the apartment you now called your home. Either way, you were going to have to make something to take with you, just in case. 

As your grandpa had always said, there was no quicker way to someone’s heart than through their stomach. Or, as in Spencer's case, with an unlimited supply of Jello...

[just-a-little-unionoid]

When I saw the first post I immediately thought "oh yes we have that in France this is so stupid I'm gonna comment on it" and then the post was literally about it

And yeah a few months back when I was in argument with people about it I did a quick addition to show that it would cost too much for the government to pay for it itself, and look at that, I was right 🙄

Btw in France we don't have freedom of religion anyway (not at school at least, we theoretically have it outside) so don't worry, Muslim girls already doesn't have the right to exist wear a hijab at school

Im so sorry if this is controversial but wanting school uniforms in a country without school uniforms is a reactionary and conservative thing no matter how much progressive paintjob you put on it. You gotta be stupid as hell to think it’s a progressive thing.

[emeraldcreeper]

This whole I can’t move out from the absurd makings of whatever situation I’m living in really blows

I really just want to make Chinese food at this point which is about my general state, I got a Chinese cookbook for my “”birthday”” (8 days ago, since before then my mom waxed poetic about a recipe of my dead father’s that is in this cookbook along with you guessed it Chinese foods including paper wrapped chicken (ginger chicken which is fried in foil wrapping, in a wok) which will probably make a mess in my grandmas kitchen (and drive her up a wall, most likely, even if she doesn’t say it out loud) because frying stuff always makes a goddamn mess

and Jesus I wish there was a clandestine way for me to just do my own goddamn hair, I’ve got clippers and scissors in storage I just need them out and I need a broom or something so I can uh clean up the hair mess I make because I do not want to see the guy who cut my hair last like two years ago (embarrassed, I cheated on him with my own clippers, he didn’t mind but I am no longer self sufficient if I cannot cut my own hair in a tidy and contained manner, having a decent looking haircut it’s like half my self esteem man) I know what I want, what I usually fuckin do, a 4 guard on everything except the too long part which I cut haphazardly until it looks good, which is embarrassing to say to the nice man who absolutely would cut my hair for me and likely remembers what he did before (it’s a common men’s cut he did a fade on the sides and shorter it’s basically an undercut in mens haircut speak) I’m just embarrassed about like 30,000 things and hate talking to hairdressers that’s why I don’t go to them, plus I find it cathartic to cut it myself, plus it’s cheaper like 30-40 minutes of my own time using the clippers ive owned plus showering after I can even go with my preferred guard length because I can cut it more often to a slightly longer length (3/8ths inch maybe 1/4 but I prefer 1/2 I’m blonde and pale as fuck I look weird with anything under a 3 you can’t tell there’s hair past a certain point) I’ve also still got the migraine so I can’t exactly plan for a low pain hour to do anything without ending up almost crying or killing someone when the pain overloads my brain so much I get cranky or cry-y

I should follow the advice of the “just fucking talk about it club for the mentally ill because CHRIST I can literally just cut my own hair I’m gonna get my clippers out Sunday (uncle has birthday dinner tomorrow and I reckon it’ll be an hours long affair and kill me in all manners including physical) I told my mom I was considering getting my clippers and water flosser (that I took from her, she didn’t use it, I do now, it’s the one way I floss, by washing my face and bullying myself into being at a sink at night) and like if I don’t make a mess, which god willing I won’t, will be tidy lad doing tidy lad haircut to not want to die and feel sososo handsome it’ll be fine and not freak anyone out cause I’ve done the sameish haircut for two years (a year and change I think probably I assume) and it looks nice and I Will Not make a mess I will lay down towels and not make a mess I prommy I don’t wanna see my old hairdresser I feel awkward about him