#frizzle family chaos

[the-magic-school-bus]

why do i have to be an adult? i want to be 10 years old again, i want to swim in my plastic blow up pool in the backyard with my sister, i want to get to cold and run inside to our massive kitchen with a mural on the wall to microwave two yellow potatoes the eat them like apples while we lay in the walkway in the front yard while we warm up, only to jump back in the pool and do it all over again

[you-have-been-frizzled]

see when i was seven and my baby brother was in his little bouncy chair, i said

“mommy when he gets taller than me i’m gonna sit on him”

our mom rightly said not to say that about the baby, but i’ve kept up that joke for the last 13 years. it eventually escalated into jokes of bodyslaminfg him, and now that boy is going to be taller than me in a week or less and there is a few things i didn’t take in account at seven years old

he’s already stronger than me

he weighs more than i do

he’s been able to hold my weight since january but probably longer

i’m a literal stick which wasn’t something i had expected as a child

which has resulted in me being incapable of knocking him over, right now my plan is to attack when when he least expects it, maybe when he’s tackling with our brothers and doesn’t expect me to ambush him, or i can recruit our other siblings for assistance

[myfairkatiecat]

you should rank your moots…..(totally not so I can know how you think of me…..totally not…)

@figure-skating-avocado on top! She’s been there since the Star Wars days 🥹 (AND SHE STILL LOVES ME)

@nobodysdaydreams @sophieswundergarten @phtalogreenpoison @fandom-queen-13 and all of my tmbs mutuals, thank you for the many many good times and expect me to be back next time I fall into my tmbs hyperfixation! (Special shout-out to green for listening to my rambles <333)

@permanently-stressed @aspenaspenaspenaspenaspen @sasharcyreal thanks for causing chaos with me ;)

@frizzle-mcshizzle @doodle-do-wop @kale-of-the-forbidden-cities @choasuqeen you know. You know why I love you guys <33333 (counting on it cause I don’t really have the right words)

AND SHOUTOUT TO ALL OF MY ADOPTED CHILDREN!!!!!!! And the aunts involved ofc! If I’ve welcomed you to the family, you are AMAZINGLY important to me!!

Is this in any particular order? Of COURSE not! YOU GUYS ARE ALL MY FAVORITES AND I KNOW I SOUND LIKE A MOM BUT IT’S TRUE!!! Consider this the Katie’s Mutuals Participation Award for anyone I forgot because I’m definitely forgetting people right now. If you want your own shoutout and I didn’t mention you just reply to this post and I’ll give you a special shoutout cause you’re all so important to me!

[heathtrash]

tww drabble exchange team! i have here a list of media that i’m very fond of for secret drabble purposes (i.e. any hallowe’en costumes or maybe crossover if you can make it work?? some of these are definitely here for costume purposes only). i realise that not everyone knows all the stuff i’m into and i don’t even talk about all of these on a daily basis. i hope you can find some common ground so we can be unwell about these characters together! you can go with a very subtle reference or like a full-on whatever your brain comes up with, as per my chaos request

you can use these however you wish—individual characters as costumes (or random crossover)—or couples costumes. ship them cross-media if you like??? with media that contains m/f, cross-dressing is very welcome unless stated otherwise (in which case i probably don’t want the male character(s)). anywhere i’ve put a ship name, assume the individual characters are up for grabs too

i’ve probably forgotten something, so if you’re like, “what about _?” send me an anon and i’ll let you know if it’s something i like or don’t mind receiving a reference for!

101 Dalmatians (Cruellanita)

Battlestar Galactica (Starbuck)

Beauty & the Beast (cross-dressed)

Buffy (Buffy/Faith, Willow/Tara)

Carmen Sandiego (series. i love Julia Argent SO much. you have no idea. also Carmen of course. and whatever their ship name is)

Carol (Carol/Therese)

Charmed

Critical Role (Imodna, Vexleth, Beaujester, Beauyasha. no m/f cross-dressing here actually)

The Devil Wears Prada (Mirandy only)

Discworld (any of the witches (main series. I don’t know Tiffany Aching yet) - i don’t ship them but they’re fun. also Susan Sto Helit hhhhhhh)

Doctor Who (except 10th Doctor. Jenny/Vastra, 13/River, 13/Missy)

Downton Abbey (Lady Mary/Baxter my beloved)

Dracula (novel. the ladies. idk. i love vampires)

Dragon Age (only played origins so far but i love Leliana, Morrigan, Wynne)

Enchanted

Frozen (Elsamaren. Elsa & Anna only if they’re not portrayed by a romantic ship)

Gentleman Jack

GLOW (Ruth/Debbie but i love all these gays)

Hacks (Deborah/Ava)

Hades (the game. idk i love Nyx, Artemis, Aphrodite. all of the ladies)

His Dark Materials (Marisa Coulter/Mary Malone only)

Homestuck (if you pick this you’re so cursed (affectionate). Rosemary or any f/f ship. but heck, anything if you’re this committed)

The Incredibles (Edna Mode, Helen Parr)

Jane Austen (any novel)

Jane Eyre

Kim Possible (Kim/Shego)

Lady Dimitrescu

Lady Felicia Montague from Father Brown

A League of Their Own (any)

Little Witch Academia (i love Ursula Callistis)

The Locked Tomb (Griddlehark, any)

Lolly Willowes

Maleficent/Briar Rose

The Marvellous Mrs Maisel (Miriam/Susie)

Mary Poppins

Mass Effect (Liara/femshep, Chakwas/femshep, any f/f)

Matilda (Jennifer Honey)

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (Phryne, Mac)

Ms Valerie Frizzle

The Mummy (Evelyn/cross-dressed Jonathan. or better yet, Evelyn/Meela from Returns)

Nintendo (Zelda, Link, Rosalina, Samus, Peach, Daisy)

Orlando (character by Virginia Woolf)

Phantom of the Opera (Christine/cross-dressed Phantom)

Rebecca (Mrs Danvers/Rebecca, Mrs Danvers/narrator)

Ride the musical

Sailor Moon (any f/f but i’m also into the idea of cross-dressed Tuxedo Mask)

Scooby-Doo (Velma/Daphne)

She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (Catradora but any f/f ships)

Star Trek (Kiradax, J7, Jadzia Dax/Lenara Kahn, Christine Chapel/anyone, literally whatever f/f)

Star Wars (movies/series. Dedra Meero/Arihnda Pryce. Padmé Amidala/Satine Kryze. Sabine Wren/Shin Hati. i do not know what happens in the majority of the novels. any other f/f you can imagine or some fun cross-dressing)

Steven Universe (Pearl my beloved. anything f/f but i’m not that interested in Steven or the human characters)

Tangled (Cassunzel)

Ugly Betty (i don’t have any ships idk)

Wednesday and The Addams Family (Wednesday/Enid, Morticia/cross-dressed Gomez)

The Well of Loneliness

The Wheel of Time (Moiraine/Siuan)

Wicked (Gelphie)

The Witcher (Yennaia)

Wuthering Heights

Xena/Gabrielle

non-fandom specific:

any legendary historical ladies (Joan of Arc, Julie d’Aubigny)

any generic costumes that aren’t gross (i.e. poacher/prey animal, ball and chain. basically anything that has you asking if the cishets are okay)

[echoes-lighthouse]

Howdy Echo! Thank you so much for your kind praise regarding my familial Sherlock moodboard it was so sweet of you, aaaa ♡!!

I wanted to ask, have you yet made your lists for your platonic and familial f/os 👀? If so, could you please send a link? I tried looking but couldn't find it :'> if you've not yet made one for familial or platonic f/os, I'd love to see you make one sometime!

Until then, do you have any brother f/os? If you do, what's your dynamic like :>??? If you don't, do you have any sibling f/os at all? If so tell me about that please ♡!

Much appreciation,

Tex @tex-treasures

Ah, thank you for sharing such an awesome moodboard!! I really love other people's familial selfships because it's not something I really do a lot with my own selfships.

There's no universe that I self-insert into JUST to platonically selfship (except for one), the friendships are always mostly background to my romantic selfships. Or queerplatonic, or a secret third thing, or whatever my other selfship in that universe is. So if someone gave me a specific self-insert, I could definitely chat about their friends in that universe, but having a separate list of platonic f/os would feel like I was over-promising how much I'm going to talk about them.

I mostly have familial selfships with kids that I feel like adopting! They're all generally under the #my kiddos tag, but I've got: -the kids from the Murder House (American Horror Story) -the Animaniacs -Morty and Summer (related to my selfship with Zero Rick) -Dipper and Mabel (adopted by me and Ms Frizzle)

I do have two sibling selfships and they're in radically different tones: Alex (A Clockwork Orange) is my brother, but we've got a complicated and fucked up relationship that doesn't really feel like a positive familial relationship. We're under #clockwork siblings.

And then Alice from Twilight is my little sister: or at least she was, when I made a Twilight self-insert at the age of eleven. I haven't made content for that familial selfship in years, but I still hold a deep affection for her. But I don't have a tag for her!

Sorry that answer was all over the place! My romantic selfships are nice and organized but my familial ones are pure chaos. I've probably done the most content for Morty and Summer, but I do love all of my kids dearly.

[incomingalbatross]

@aslanscompass Thank you for your interest! A lot of the details on the Mel in my head are a little vague, but here's what I've got...

(IMPORTANT NOTE: We brainstormed a fair amount of this together, but at LEAST half of it is my sister's. Due credit to MissAppropriation!)

First of all, Twelve and River definitely had kids on Darillium. This is important to all the rest.

Mel (named after Melody, more or less) is either the daughter or granddaughter of one of these children. The hair obviously comes from the Pond side, and her taste for shenanigans comes from ALL sides. Both traits run in the family.

We're not saying Ms. Frizzle is one of her cousins but we're not saying she's NOT. That's a different story, though.

Mel goes out into the wide cosmos as an adult and gets up to some Adventuring.

Ainley Master, meanwhile, is getting concerned about the increasing amount of Gallifrey Intrigue trying to catch the Doctor in its webs. He's caught wind of the Valeyard plot and is trying to get to the bottom of that before it come to fruition, but he ALSO wants an eye on the Doctor.

He finds Mel, currently presenting herself as a Space Adventuress looking for work, and whose bubbly demeanor reminds him of Jo (which means of COURSE the Doctor will like and trust her). He offers her a job as his inside man in the TARDIS.

Mel, with all the chaos instincts of her lineage, thinks this is absolutely hilarious and also a golden opportunity to be friends with her Grandad when he's younger! Of course she accepts, like a shot.

The "Oh, we're meeting out of order, I'm definitely your companion though" setup at the Trial was at least half a con run by her and the Master. Probably mostly a con. Mel's idea, and no she did NOT properly credit her grandmother.

Anyway, Mel proceeds to have an excellent time with Six and eventually Seven, feeding the Master mostly-harmless information while he, in turn, keeps trying to unravel WHAT exactly was up with the Valeyard and what Gallifrey's gathering darkness might mean for him and the Doctor (HIS best enemy! No one gets to touch him and CERTAINLY not Gallifrey).

Eventually Mel has to leave. Reports are divided on whether she ACTUALLY went on to have adventures with Glitz, or whether she walked into a mysterious object waiting halfway between the TARDIS and the hangars, that soon disappeared without a trace...

[ericaportfolio]

I've been working on this for a while during my spare time, especially during the chaos of job hunting. But by some miracle, I finished this beautiful character sheet based on the art from the Hello Puppets games with the OC I created if the show did not get canceled, there was no fire, and no possessed murder puppets ever happened. The creation of the character started as a joke, but I decided to see where this would go.

Virginia Ruckus, the famous Archaeologist, Zoologist, and Explorer. Also, the mother of Riley Ruckus. To Riley's dismay, Virginia revealed that she moved into town for a semi-retirement and that Virginia's work is closer to where Riley lives. After Virginia's premiere episode, she became a fan favorite to the point she became a show regular. Like mom like daughter, Virginia and Riley almost look alike. However, Virginia's Orange Hair faded in recent years. Virginia Ruckus does Safari, Hiking, Scouting, and anything that involves the outdoors.

Ironically, the name idea for Virginia was a twist on the name Indiana Jones, and her outfit was a mixture of Uncle Traveling Matt and one of Ms. Frizzle’s outfits. That makes Virginia an explorer doing stuff like archaeology, safari, potentially becoming a scouting leader in the follow-up season, and so much more! This makes the other Handeemen wonder why Riley never talks about her celebrity mother and why they did not connect the dots sooner. I wanted Riley’s family to be full-blown scientists and explorers Riley participated in as a kid. But something happened that made Virginia send Riley into a “normal life” while she explored to provide for her daughter. This results in some 🎵parent issues🎵 for Riley over the years.

Also, to @t1ckity-t0ck, I think your Riley drawings inspired little Riley. Hope you don't mind!

[daiohficblog]

Average Li family Chinese New Year:

-The extended family comes over, and all of the guest rooms are filled out.

- Then the dinner happens, the said extended family talk about embarrassing stories about Henry and Wanda.

-Then later on, one of Wanda’s aunts decided it would be a good idea to give Wanda a perfect gift: $10 of gift money, and a hanfu.

-Wanda would have to wear that hanfu for the rest of the celebration. She is not pleased at all. And at school, the boys of Ms. Frizzle’s class would be shocked to see Wanda wearing a dress, while the girls are just used to it due to the girls’ nights. And Janet uses this to absolutely ruin Wanda for life. It fails

-Waffles and Goldie would be scared of the firework launching in the backyard. And one of Wanda’s younger cousins would play rough with Bella.

-Then the family would go to a Chinese New Year parade, and then chaos happens.

-And after the celebration is over, Wanda would never have to speak about it again… until next year

[you-have-been-frizzled]

everyone was supposed to draw the tbh creature

these are from a few weeks ago

the lack of context is brilliant i love the t shirt game

[you-have-been-frizzled]

little dude put on his “fitness gear” (neon shirt, sweat pants and a tank top over the shirt) because he needs to “look swol for the video” aka thinks his clothes will make him look like he has muscles

from this i can gather he has been watching fitness dudes, i need him to go back to his Japanese weapon history videos because i refuse to have a gym bro as a little brother.

[n3rdybird]

Love Blossoms in the Spring

Criminal Minds One-Shot

Aaron Hotchner x Teacher!Reader

Rating: Teen

Prompt: “The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

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Screams filled the air and the BAU team was on alert.

“This is pure pandemonium,” Rossi said, his eyes wide.  The rest of the team nodded at the assessment.

Hotch chuckled and pushed the sleeves of his shirt up, ready to work.

“Too late to back out,” he said, leading the group onto the grounds.  They passed underneath a large banner declaring the entrance to the annual Spring Carnival.  Elementary-aged children ran around, their parents and guardians following their kids around.

Jack tugged on his father’s hand.

“Look, there’s Miss (L/N)!” he said, pointing into the crowd.  The team peered over the children to see a young woman, dressed casually in a cute cotton print dress with a soft cardigan over it.  The most eye-catching thing was the delicate flower crown nestled in her hair.

“Oh my god, she is adorable,” Garcia gushed.  “Is that Jack’s teacher?”

You gently pushed your way through the crowd, waving to students as you passed.  Jack released his dad’s hand and ran to you.  You kneeled down primly and hugged the young boy.  You knew as a teacher, you weren’t supposed to technically have favorites, but Jack was special.

As you stood, you took in the group that accompanied Jack.  Aside from Aaron Hotchner of course, you had never met the BAU team that your student called family.  But from all the stories Jack had told you, you felt as if you already knew them.  You recognized them for sure.

“I’m so glad to finally meet you all.  Of course, I know Mr. Hotchner, but it’s nice to finally put faces to the names,” you said, shaking the hands of the BAU team.  “I also wanted to personally thank you for volunteering on your day off to help out.”

“It’s no problem.  Helping to wrangle kids for a few hours is much easier than profiling,” Morgan said, dodging a small boy who nearly ran into his legs.

You grinned wryly, motioning to the chaos surrounding the group.

“You say that now, but you may change your mind in a few hours.  Several areas can use volunteers.  I didn’t want to overwork you guys, so you should only be working about two hours, and then you are free to enjoy the carnival.”

“I call face painting duty,” Garcia blurted out, pulling a rolling tote behind her.  “I have paint, glitter, and stickers out the wazoo.”  You glanced at the peppy blonde, taking in her eccentric and colorful outfit.

“You must be Penelope, the kids are gonna love you,” you said, shaking her hand.

“Like you I bet, you’re like a young adorable Ms. Frizzle,” Garcia said, admiring your daffodil print dress.

You laughed and referred to the clipboard tucked under your arm.  You turned to the dark handsome man that towered over the group.

“Agent Morgan, I had you down for the games, and surprise surprise, the only opening is for the dunk booth,” you said, fighting off a blush.  “I am so sorry,” you apologized.

Derek grinned, his pearly whites surely giving the nearby single mom’s heart attacks.

“No complaints here, anything I can do to help.  And Morgan is fine.”

Emily shoved Derek’s arm playfully, and Garcia fanned herself.

“Derek Morgan, in a pseudo-wet t-shirt contest?  Someone get pictures, please for all that is holy.”

You took in Dr. Spencer Reid’s attire, the sweeping cape affixed to his shoulders and the white gloves on his hands.

“The kids are excited for your magic show Dr. Reid.  According to Jack, you’re the best.”

“Well, David Copperfield is widely considered the best, but I’m not too shabby,” he said, pulling a deck of cards out of seemingly nowhere.  You clapped, amazed already at his skills.

“Mrs. Jarreau?” you said, turning to the other blonde of the group.  “Is your family coming as well?”

“Oh JJ is fine, and Will is bringing our son Henry a bit later on.”

“I’m glad to hear it.  I know you talk a lot for your job, but do you mind MC’ing the talent show?” you asked, handing her the list of sign-ups.

“Oh, that’s no problem at all,” she said, taking the list of contestants and glancing at the entries.

“Mr. Rossi, you have the story circle.  I figure a published author would be able to do the best voices,” you said.

“I’ll keep them on the edge of their seats,” he promised with a wink. 

“And best for last- Emily Prentiss, I presume?”  You looked to the final member of the group, the dark-haired agent stepped up and gave a little wave.

“If you could help judge the student art fair, I’d appreciate it.  It’s in the gym, and out of the sun,” you stage whispered.

“You are an angel,” Emily thanked you, her long black hair already sticking to her neck.  You handed all the agents maps of the carnival and lanyards with their names.

“Just ask the teachers on duty at each station and they’ll get you squared away,” you said.  The group disbanded to their posts.

“And what about me?” Hotch asked.

“Your job is to escort this handsome young man to our class booth and help with the caramel apples,” you said.  “We’re gonna get the most tickets, aren’t we Jack?”

“Yes ma’am,” he said resolutely.  You looked at the older Hotchner who watched as his son animatedly explained how each class had a booth, and whichever booth in each grade had the most tickets would get a pizza party.

“Now Jack, can I trust you to keep your dad in line?  Don’t let him sneak any caramel,” you asked, raising a brow at the elder Hotchner.

Jack nodded resolutely and shook your hand to seal the deal.

“I’ll be on my best behavior.  I promise,” Hotch said, dropping his hands on his son’s shoulders.  Jack looked up at his dad with a wide excited smile, before pulling him towards his class’s booth.

You stood there, watching them walk away with a smile on your face.  You were so glad the father and son could have this time together.  Jack knew his father had an important job he was so proud to talk about how his dad caught bad guys.  

But you also knew exactly when Agent Hotchner was out of town on a cause because Jack would come to school a little diminished.  Those were the days you gave him a little extra attention, drawing him out of his shell.  All in all, Jack was a fairly well-adjusted kid for the circumstances.

It had been a good year for Jack, and you were glad to have been a part of it.  You’d be lying to yourself if you said you weren’t going to miss him when he graduated to the next grade.  He had a special place in your heart.

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A few hours later, the sun was setting and the carnival was winding down.  The BAU team had done their volunteer hours and had joined in on the fun.  Morgan had won Garcia a huge stuffed unicorn at one of the booths.  Reid had somehow gotten tied up by his own rope of scarves by the kids, but luckily Emily and Rossi saved him.  JJ called Will to bring Henry and the family spent some quality time together eating junk food and taking photos.

And Hotch, well he was having the best time.  His work schedule wasn’t conducive to spending a lot of time with his son.  Luckily, Haley’s sister Jessica was always ready to help.  But any free time he had, he spent it with Jack.  And he found out readily that his son was quite serious about winning the booth contest.  By the end of the night, Hotch was sure Jack had caramel in his hair and that he had crushed peanuts in his shoes.

Hotch was attempting to help clean up by stacking chairs while Jack ate some ice cream with the team.  But it seemed every time he took a step, different women would come up and make conversation with him.

Across the patio area, his team watched with amusement.

“Ladies love a guy who’s good with kids,” Derek pointed out, as yet another woman approached their unit chief.

“It’s almost shameless,” Emily laughed, as one of the women touched his arm and smiled.

Jack, who was sitting quietly, spoke up.

“Miss (Y/L/N) is pretty.  And she’s really nice,” he said between bites of his sundae.  The team zeroed in on their boss’s son.

“Does your dad think Miss (Y/L/N) is pretty?” JJ asked, her eyebrow raised.

Jack shrugged as the team eagerly awaited his reply.

“Whenever Dad talks to her, he’s always smiling.”

Garcia squealed at the prospect of a match for Hotch.  After Haley, Hotch threw himself into work as usual, with only the team and Jack keeping him company.  Playing Cupid was one of the tech goddess’s favorite pastimes.

“Oh please tell me we are doing something about this?”

Morgan leaned over to look around the group.

“We may not have to, baby girl.  Look.”

They watched as you made your way to their Unit Chief.

Aaron Hotchner was too polite for his own good.  No, not polite, diplomatic.  Probably from all his years as an authority figure.  All the single moms (and not so single you noticed) were fluttering around him like chattering birds.  One of them, a PTA mom, Janet, whom you butted heads with before, was the leader of the group.

She placed a hand on Hotch’s arm, and you quickened your steps.

“Oh excuse me, Mr. Hotcher,” you called out, drawing his attention from the table he was currently cleaning.

“Can I help you, Ms (Y/L/N)?”

“I’m sorry to keep imposing on you for help, but can I ask you to help me with some of the decorations?”

“Of course, excuse me, ladies,” he said, tilting his head in apology to the PTA moms.  The leader of the group narrowed her eyes at you discreetly but flashed a toothy smile at Hotch.

“We just wanted to personally thank Mr. Hotchner for volunteering.  Please let me– us know if there is anything the PTA can do.”

You did your hardest to keep from rolling your eyes, but Aaron caught your expression.  He held in a laugh but nodded to the group of moms.

“That’s not necessary, but thank you.”

He touched your back gently and motioned for you to lead the way.  The two of you walked side by, away from the dispersing crowds.

“So, that was a lie I just told.  You seemed uncomfortable.”

Hotch smiled and let out a chuckle.  You felt your heart just a tad bit faster.  Getting him to smile was one of your favorite things to do.

“Are you the profiler now?”

“I don’t know, maybe.  Does the BAU need a teacher who can figure out which kid pulled pigtails or who stole whose glitter pencil?”

“Well, I have your number, in case I ever need a consult.”

The two of you made it to your classroom booth, already closed down for the night.

“Well hopefully you’ll use my number for more than that,” you said, pulling him into the booth away from prying eyes.

Aaron’s arms were around you instantly, his long fingers spanning your lower back.

“This was harder than I thought it was going to be,” you murmured against his chest.

“Oh? How so?”

“You, wearing that apron.  Very sexy,” you said tilting your head upwards to smile at him.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” his voice rumbled in your ear.  You stood up on your tiptoes and pressed your lips against his.  He responded in kind, slanting his mouth against yours.  Your legs started to shake from the strain and you pulled away reluctantly.

“So was all that for the apron?  Or the PTA moms?” he asked, thumbing the skin of your arm.

“A little bit of both?” you said sheepishly.  Hotch shook his head in amusement.

“I know, I know.  It’s my reasoning for keeping this under wraps.  I just don’t want the other kids to think Jack gets special treatment.”

Hotch raised a brow and you slapped his shoulder.

“Don’t you use those eyes on me, I confess nothing,” you sassed, causing Hotch to laugh.

“Okay, okay, Jack may get a bit of preferential treatment, but that’s more because he’s a great kid and less because I have a bit of a crush on his father,” you admitted with a smile.

“Is that so?”  He leaned down and brushed his lips against yours.

“A bit of a crush?” he asked, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses and tingling skin in its wake.  Your breath stuttered as he made his way down past your jawline and to your neck.

“More than a bit,” you amended as you crossed your arms around his neck.  Your nails scratched at the nape of his neck.

A knock outside of the booth caused the both of you to jump apart.

“Hate to break this up lovebirds, but Jack is almost done with his ice cream.  He’ll come looking for you in a minute,” Rossi’s voice broke the silence.

You felt your face flush in embarrassment from being caught.  Hotch was a bit better at concealing his emotions but he did have a faint smile as he straightened his shirt.  The two of you ducked out of the booth like a couple of teenagers.

Rossi raised a brow at the two of you, his eyes zeroing in on the lopsided flower crown on your head.  You quickly fixed it, making sure there were no other signs of your hurried make out session.

“Is this a new development?”

“We’re keeping it quiet until the end of the school year, with Jack being (Y/N)’s student.  We didn’t want to cause any friction at school,” Hotch explained.

Rossi held up his hands.

“I’m not judging.  I’m happy for you both,” the Italian man said with a smile.

“But you forget who you work with.  The team is taking bets right now,” he said, walking back towards the food court area.

Hotch took your hand in his, placing a kiss on your knuckles.

“They’ll keep it quiet until you are ready.”  You raised his hand with yours, rubbing your cheek against his hand.

“School is almost out.  Figure we can tell Jack then?” you said hesitantly.  You didn’t know if Hotch was ready to tell Jack either.  He sensed your uncertainty and kissed your temple.

“Agreed.  I’m sure Jack will be very happy to find out.”  

You kissed him again and stepped back, your hand feeling empty without his.  Giving the agent a beaming smile, you tilted your head, wondering out loud.

“So, do you think we can get in on this bet?”

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“The beautiful spring came, and when nature resumes her loveliness, the human soul is apt to revive also.” – Harriet Ann Jacobs

[lambourngb]

I am too lazy to rewrite this 3x04 coda, so guess it’s time to find some comfort in AUs. Snippet under the cut - I sorta thought Alex was going to be in 3x05, lol.

Alex left his Explorer haphazardly parked in the visitor’s lot of the hospital, wheels crooked over the lines, but so much valuable time had already been wasted that he walked away from it without guilt. The blue sign of the Emergency Room was directly ahead, with an EMS vehicle waiting with flashing lights. Another person having a bad night, another family was worried. The wash and repeat of everyday accidents and domestic life. The crowds within the waiting room were thick with the typical Friday night chaos, people yelling with the sloppiness of too much to drink, and others who were clustered in silence, clearly in need of a drink due to their worry.

Before he could ask an overworked nurse where Kyle Valenti was being treated, he spotted Michael stepping clear of the elevator and making a bee-line toward him.

The black cowboy hat was nowhere to be seen, and his worn flannel shirt flapped openly at the collar, spotted with dark stains near his sleeves. Blood. His curls were dry and frizzled, as if an electrical charge had been applied to it. Considering the effects of Max healing, that was probably exactly what had happened.

“How bad is ‘bad’, has anyone called his mom, how did this happen, what actually happened-” Alex fired off every question that had circled his brain during the too-long drive to the hospital as soon as Michael was within earshot. Instead of answering any of them, Michael kept walking until he collided into Alex’s chest, collapsing against him. His hip and leg screamed at the sudden weight shift, but Alex barely noticed it as Michael’s arms came around him in a tight hug.

‘Bad’ was apparently very bad. 

For the first time since he received the call, Alex let the fiction that he would make it in time crumble away and accepted the knowledge that he had failed. Of course, he was too late, he was always too fucking late. Wrong place, wrong time had been true for him since he was 17, and probably before then as well. Since birth.

Alex brought his arms up around Michael, dumb with grief and pulled him closer for comfort. Fine tremors of exhaustion were racking his frame, Alex was the eye-beam of strength holding Michael up in the hospital lobby. And vice versa. Michael smelled of wildfire smoke and the ozone of electricity as Alex pressed his face into Michael’s scratchy short beard. The smell of clean spring rain lingered under that, waiting to wash away the grit of disaster. His strong chest, his fiercely beating heartbeat visible in his throat, the iron-grip of his arms around Alex; all of Michael, felt like home to him.

It ached inside him, in a vein of pain deeper than the complaints of his leg, to break his hold on Michael and let go of him. Alex was a thief, picking up comfort to tuck in his arms and carry off, when there were more important matters at hand. Maria’s vision had come true, despite their best efforts to stop it. Goddamnit, and it was Kyle. Tears welled in his eyes as he met Michael’s raw gaze, and demanded darkly, “Who was it? Who killed him?”

Alex expected every reaction from Michael except the one he got, a horrified sputter of laughter. “Oh shit, you thought - No, he’s not dead, Kyle’s still alive.” Michael rubbed the back of his head ruefully, before gesturing back toward the elevator, “They have him stabilized on the fourth floor. He’s going to make it. I just.. It’s been a very long night and I- well, thanks.” Michael awkwardly pantomimed for the hug, and then finished weakly with a hint of a blush, “thanks for coming.”

That hug from Michael was a far cry from the string of increasingly frustrated texts and the terse conversation from before, but maybe it spoke of the progress they were making with each other. Forgiveness on offer, and even more importantly, comfort.

Alex pressed the call button, feeling foolish that he had assumed the worst and still off-balance from how good Michael had felt in his arms. “Okay, then tell me everything.”

[you-have-been-frizzled]

i use to just eat lipgloss

i had this lipgloss that tasted like chocolate and 6 year old me would hide behind the recliner and just squirt it onto my tongue straight from the tube. one day my mom caught me and took it away without saying a word

i was so offended

have I mentioned that I adore Bronte and Oralie's friendship?

[albatris]

can you tell me abt your wip?

yes! it’s about cracks in the fabric of spacetime and loving your friends!

anyway my answer is yes, yes I can tell you, I have things that I’m capable of saying, sure, sure

I usually like my writeblr experience to be the “I’m just gonna ramble about characters and plot points with no context and if you wanna come along for the ride feel free to jump in whenever!” type more so than the “I am presenting to you a nice neat WIP and I am very careful with my words and I am trying to spark intrigue among future readers” type

so I don’t have any nice neat posts or beautifully worded synopses or detailed character profiles (edit! I do have some of these now!)......... what I have is an all-encompassing “ATDAO” tag that I throw all of my everything into with no rhyme or reason. it’s full of things such as art, brief excerpts, long-winded rambles, and spoilers!

but for now, I will speak to you a series of words, like so:

the story is called All The Doors Are Open!

it’s YA! sci-fi-ish! fantasy-ish! comedy-ish! I’m real bad at genres! it’s something I’d describe as “our reality but a little to the left”, though it gets progressively weirder and weirder as it goes on

it’s set in South Australia, n it’s set in a world where the fabric of reality is starting to unravel at the edges and cracks in the universe called “Ports” are cropping up..... n these cracks are letting in all sorts of whacked out energy, fuckin with physics, causing weird phenomena.......... basically reality’s comin' apart slowly but surely and everyone’s just sorta like “ah geez” about it but like. what can ya do. it’s not like all your normal people problems are gonna go away just ‘cuz the world is edging towards its inevitable weird doom

so people are just kinda going about their lives against this bizarre apocalyptic backdrop and hoping they don't, like, glitch through the sidewalk on their way to the supermarket

the story is about several people, and four of these people are:

Tris, panic attack in human form, who has just been the sole witness to a freak car accident that somehow caused his older brother to vanish from this plane of existence entirely

Noa, edgy intimidating badass, definitely hiding no insecurities or trauma at all whatsoever, who has just had a weird run-in with a Port and is discovering that she can now bend the reality around her

Shara, socially anxious paranormal investigator & conspiracy enthusiast, hunting the answers to and meaning of three strange events from her past in the hopes that they will lead her to the source of the apocalypse

and Kai, nonbinary force of chaos, struggling to deal with the emotional repercussions of losing seven years of their life to a time loop and the fact that their family thinks they died

and it’s mostly just about these guys trying to deal with the weird apocalyptic garbage happening to them alongside their everyday lives, and about how all their individual odd little mysteries connect with each other and form a bigger, odder mystery

here are some things about it that I like, and that you might like, but I don’t know you, so who knows:

the story is equal parts “absolute nonsense hijinks and ridiculousness that doesn’t take itself too seriously” and “oh fuck oh ouch oh no my heart”

every single main character ends up safe and happy and in a much, much, much better place than they started

there’s several mentally ill heroes, including one with psychosis and one with a dissociative disorder, whose mental illness/es aren’t ever used as a cheap plot twist or to go “OHOHO NONE OF IT WAS EVER REAL IT WAS ALL JUST IN THEIR HEAD THE WHOLE TIME HAHA GOTCHA” because ew

it’s full of weird glitchy unreality nonsense and general atmospheric weirdness, and I get to do lots of sick kickflips with words about it

there’s one cat named Leonardo DiCatrio and another named Ms Frizzle, and some scenes where various members of the gang get to hang out with a bunch of extremely excited huskies, so that’s nice

I’m forgetting what I’ve already mentioned

and what's important to mention

I’m going to end this list

oh!

all the themes are incredibly cheesy, such as self love, friendship, the goodness of humanity, the power of kindness and connection, believing in yourself, etc........ just some real good high quality cheese

somewhere in the recesses of the ATDAO tag there are character profiles, a plot explanation and also a comic sans powerpoint presentation in which I talk about it all in more detail, but it’s all very wordy, and some of it is outdated, you can go take a look if you like, I won’t link it here because I'm lazy, it will just be a fun quest you can go on should you so choose, I can provide a map and some snacks for the journey

also please note that my rambling text posts with horrid grammar are not indicative of my writing abilities when actually Writing A Novel

ur not getting nice prim proper articulate logan today, ur getting. well. me. hello

anyway that’s all I can say 4 now, thanks for the ask, love u, goodnight

[wayfaringmd]

Enneagram Types as Medical Specialties

Type 1: Infectious Disease. They’re always on a mission to improve antibiotic stewardship. They probably did a stint with MSF providing life saving vaccines and HIV treatment to the medically underserved, even before it was the cool thing to do. They could have done cardiology and made the bigger bucks but they followed their calling to reign in and order the chaos that is orthopedists ordering antibiotics. When healthy they wear 5 different professional hats and do all the jobs well, AND still have great bedside manner. Their perfectionist tendencies may also draw them toward plastic surgery- reconstructive, not purely cosmetic.

Type 2: Pediatrics. Typically they are warm and squishy, always ready to help and give of themselves to a fault. They will see 40 patients a day in flu season just to make sure all the parents are happy. During med school their self-care involved rocking babies in the NICU and their main extracurricular was dressing up as an Avenger to hand out stuffed animals at the children’s hospital. Throw an abused child or an anti-vaxx parent of 6 in their midst and they’ll blast you with enough truth and protective energy to blow off their own bow ties and novelty socks. Type 2s could also go in to Infectious disease (I see y’all running those free HIV clinics) or psychiatry (unhealthy 2s that is...codependent much?).

Type 3: the stereotype would be Cardiology or Neurosurgery. Because it sounds really great to say you fix brains or hearts, right? But Threes could reasonably be any specialty, as long as they’re at the top of their game. They were the person in your med school class who was AOA, MD/PhD, and Doctor’s Doctor. They had top USMLE scores and glowing letters of rec and can be genuinely great doctors. They aspire to be medical director or chief of staff at their clinic or hospital. They drive a foreign car with a vanity plate and always wear a crisply ironed white coat. This doctor wants to mentor students, if for no other reason than to make themselves feel important.

Type 4: Psychiatry, obvs. Who else would appreciate being in the midst of constant melancholy? Raw emotions and vulnerability do not scare them, but they may hide their own self-consciousness behind a mask of caring about others’ feelings. They secretly hope that in counseling patients they will one day uncover their own identity and significance. Some will be aloof because they see their emotions as being deeper or more complex than their patients’, and thus should be a burden they bear quietly. Others will embrace their individuality and fluid identity and use it to show the exact persona their patient needs at a certain time. (Note: I worked with these 2 psychs in medical school. One gave zero clues to his own inner workings but you could tell there was some deep blue something there. The other wore Miss Frizzle type dresses and would laugh histrionically with one patient, cuss out the next, and weep with the next.)

Type 5: Pathology or Neurology. Following the stereotype, if they have to interact with people they should either be dead or be part of a really interesting puzzle. Pathologist Fives love their hospital basement offices where nobody bothers them all day. The neurologist is patient with people only because she likes to play “map that lesion” secretly when she examines them. Fives could also be Family Practitioners or internists (the kind who won’t give up until they figure out your diagnosis), Radiologists (less peopling and stress, more quiet and chill time), Anesthesiologists (sleeping patients are good patients), or Ophthalmologists (it’s dark in there and you probably can’t see them clearly. This is ideal for forced Peopling ™ because it adds a layer of secrecy).

*Caveat: But Wayfaring, aren’t you a 5? Yes I am! But I’m a social subtype of 5 so I’m a bit more open to human interaction. My personal need for knowledge is tempered by my 6 wing which needs to consider lots of possible scenarios for every patient, so I’m more focused on being competent in a wide variety of subjects rather than needing to know everything about one thing. I have a hard time with the peopling sometimes, so I tend to spend my off time alone recharging.

Type 6: phobic 6: Hospitalist. This doc obsessively checks his patients’ vitals and labs a dozen times a day for fear of missing something. They don’t just read imaging reports, they pour over the scans just to make sure the radiologist didn’t miss anything. Their documentation has all the right phrases to protect them from malpractice lawsuits and Medicare fraud allegations. Patient is in for simple cellulitis? Call Infectious Disease anyway. Consult nephrology because the vanc will probably jack up the patient’s renal function. Consult ortho because the cellulitis overlies a joint and maybe it’s infected too. Consult palliative team because the patient is 89 and a full code. Check a pregnancy test because patient is female. Who cares if she’s 89? Consult everyone. It could be lupus after all.

Counterphobic 6: ER or Trauma surgery. Everything could go wrong, so might as well jump right in and assume it already has.

Type 7: Emergency. They need variety to keep them going. Somehow they manage multiple crashing patients at the same time, flitting from room to room and putting in orders on the fly. Though they look scattered and disorganized they are great multitaskers and can anticipate which patient will need intubating soon and have already planned what they will do when the 3 car pileup victims roll in 5 minutes from now. If they keep their wheels spinning too long, though, they’re highly prone to burnout.

Type 8: Surgery. Probably Trauma surgery. They’re direct and they know what to do immediately in a crisis. This doctor loves the challenge of the unknown and the opportunity to run a team. They might come across as abrasive when they’re working, but they do great work and want the team to succeed.

Type 9: Primary Care Family or Internal Medicine. Likely in Urgent Care or a concierge practice. You want antibiotics and steroids? They know they aren’t indicated but they don’t wanna rock the boat. Here’s your Rx. Prime specialty would be palliative care. Everyone gets what makes them happy!

[wellward-a]

Tell us about how good she is at babysitting rabbit!!

oh gosh well, mary never had any siblings nor much of an extended family, so it wasn’t guaranteed that she’d know how to be around or handle kids; but when she was a kid and teenager she was always the “oh, i’ll hold her!” or “oh, i’ll watch him!” like, impromptu babysitter for moms when their kids were fussing or they were trying to have a Grown-Up Conversation. and often the result would b that mary got more and more responsibility put on her for the other kids so she learned how to handle that from a young age, and now that she’s an adult she’s just… the most Calm And Peaceful pool of energy u could possibly have in ur home.

if you’re a couple with a young fussy baby and you just want a chance to go OUT for a few hours and have dinner in PEACE mary is the person you want to call because being told “well, the baby WILL stop crying eventually, you just have to… keep walking with her and never ever ever ever ever ever stop :(” won’t be an issue for her she’ll be like “well, Babies B Like That Sometimes” and walk your baby for 3 continuous hours while you finally have a blessed few hours of peace and quiet.

she’s also AMAZING with young-but-not-infant kids because all forms of imaginative play totally absorb her and you will never Ever find a woman more gung-ho about playing pirates or princesses or more unself-conscious about letting a kid do her facepaint or choose costume items for her to dress up in. but she also knows the importance of routine (what are high school students but Very Large Babbies who cannot have a change in their routine lest chaos erupt?) and she’s not going to b missing your kid’s dinnertime or pushing their bedtime back. she understands.

plus i just feel like her aura of mild eccentricity is going to be naturally appealing to kids! they might have an instinctive “oh she looks mean” if they just see the updo and glasses but once she starts smiling and talking she probably seems more like ms. frizzle than ms. trunchbull.