#heart x mind

[brooklynstreet]

I GAVE IN JSHSJSHSKSJJ

were gonn win is heart x mind fuel im sorry /im lyring im not

testing out static thing eheh

[squid-ink-on-toast]

I personally don’t entirely ship Heart and Mind yet but im reading fics and yea fun times uh Wxwood doesn’t help with my not shipping it however also I feel like it should be tragic eternally pining. Loving and respecting the other that turned to hatred overtime something something the opposite of love isn’t hate because hating means you really care, forever wishing for a past love.

Something something the fact that this is doomed to repeat.

[demaparbat-hp]

There is no such thing as personal space between them.

[acoraxia]

his name is Jahel; they have a p neat 'friendship'

[pinkglittergelpenink]

you may like long hair spencer but i love him in a deeper and more complex way (/j)

[fliesforeyes]

oh, the thought of phone sex with spencer reid is driving me crazy.

it'd happen while he's gone on a case. not a short one, of course, he can usually last the two to three days away from you. but a week? he felt like he was going crazy without you, without your touch, your lips, your soft skin.

and no, of course he doesn't usually have dirty dreams about you. but tonight, of course, tonight had to be a night he did. he'd dreamt of fucking you, your soft thighs over his, straddling him as he sat against the headboard of your shared bed. the way your lips parted, the beautiful sounds you make, the soft sound of his skin against yours as he thrusted up into you, your grip on his shoulders. it was just enough to get him hard, to make him wake up in a cold sweat.

it was two a.m. when he awoke, the blinds to the window pulled shut. spencer was unbelievablely grateful that this night, he'd gotten a hotel room to himself. he knew you'd be asleep right now, the case only being further up the east coast and not in a seperate time-zone, but he needed to hear your voice.

"spence? what's wrong?" you asked, voice groggy when you picked up after the first few rings. spencer was already palming himself through his underwear, breath labored as he lay on his side. he'd never been this forward, and now that he has you on the phone, he doesn't even know what to say.

"i just- god i miss you," he said, voice quiet in the dark of his room. you quickly understood what he meant, the lack and breath and neediness in his voice apparent, the way he whined your name only furthering your assumption.

"yeah, spence?" you heard him mumble a small, 'mhm' in response, probably nodding despite you not being able to see it. you wished you could see it, you wished you could see how desperately his hips jutted forward, his big hand wrapped around his cock, his eyebrows furrowed as he bit back a moan of your name when he heard the teasing in your voice.

"needed to call me? need to hear my voice to cum?" you asked, already knowing his answer.

"yeah, please, please keep talking, is this okay? can i touch myself?" spencer whispered. he wanted to be sure this was okay with you. this was never something you two had even mentioned.

"mhm, yeah of course you can baby, whatever you need." your voice was still groggy and thick with sleep, but if anything it further pushed spencers fantasy of waking you and filling you up. "what should i talk about?" you asked, never having done this before.

"anything, please anything, just wanna hear you," he replied, breath heavy as he finally slipped his hand under his boxers and ran his hand along his hard cock. you heard a heavy whine through the receiver, a moan nearly escaping your lips at how pretty he sounded.

you simply rambled about the book you'd been reading, your day, your plans for the weekend. it was hard to concentrate when you could hear spencer getting himself off, the silent gasps and the moans distracting you from your words. spencer would mumble a small, "keep going," your name hushed under his breath.

you would go silent as he cums, thighs clenching together as you chewed your lip at the moan spencer let out, hushed in a way that almost turned you on even more.

"you done, spence?" you asked gently, yawning as your eyes drifted back to sleep.

"mhm, thank you," he responded. spencer kept the small note in his head that this was something you liked, for use on future cases.

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i have a Scene - a Plot if you will - that backs this as context. y'all are gonna have to trust me on this one <3 or read the tags...

[syoddeye]

thinking about going out to trivia with your friends and immediately beefing with the table of nitwits across the bar.

drunk men who look too pleased with themselves after you and your friends vocalize your disgust with their team name—the secret cervix.

god, and that fucking bastard in the baseball cap thinks he's so smart just because he named more countries that start with 'm' than you. (he named 20, you named 19. you insist he got lucky with monaco.)

he's the worst of the four and proves it through the night. you go toe-to-toe over football. redacted album covers. celebrities and their astrological signs. your teams end up tying and end up at the mic with the host for the tie-breaker question.

he introduces himself—kyle—and asks if you want to make it interesting. you're not one to back down.

"name your terms."

"if i win, i get three minutes alone with you."

"three minutes? that all the time you normally need?"

"oh babe, we can knock it down to a minute. 'cause that's all i'll need to convince you to come back to mine."

you consider it. he is good-looking. he's smug and tipsy, but handsome. "if you make it that far, we'll go to mine."

"and if you win?"

"buy our drinks for the rest of the night."

"no afters?"

you shrug and extend a hand. he shakes on it with a smile that suggests he's puzzling you out.

the host clears their throat and pitches the tie-breaker question.

"what is the origin of the word 'sniper'?"

your eyes widen at kyle's expression. a big grin slowly lights up his face. that's when his friend with the mohawk nonchalantly raises his arm, flashing a SAS tattoo. 

fuck.

[bidamonalbarn]

happy 47th birthday pookiebear <333333

[caspervi]

Jegulus Valentines special 🍫

[viveela]

A style comic I just had to get out of my system

[dcvidsrossi]

Rossi: Well, I can't help it! I'm Italian! Flirting is part of my heritage!

Reid: What does that mean?

Emily, passing by with a cup of coffee: It means his father was a slut too.

[theresoneicouldcallking]

love in the air 1x13 (2022) / love sea 1x10 (2024)

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

imagine being a shy little intern at jujutsu high and getting the fattest crush on gojo because he’s just. so strong and cool. you idolize him. you want to be his friend. and he seems to take a liking to you; he’s cheery and encouraging and sweet in a roundabout way. you feel like you’ve grown pretty close to him.

imagine him falling asleep right next to you on a sofa in the cafeteria. you can barely tell, with his blindfold still on. but you scurry away to find a blanket, happy that he trusts you enough to rest in your proximity, ready to wrap it around him —

only for it to slip right off. rejected by his infinity.

(he never turns it off, around you.)

[gibson-g1rl]

A+

10/10

WOULD BANG ‼️ 🗣️

[tea-time221]

wyllstarion chronicles

i ran out of wholesome wyllstarion ideas so i decided to shitpost because i physically cant stop drawing them (this is a cry for help ples give me drawing suggestions thank u)