#i hate you with all of antarctica’s ice

[leonstoenailunderhisbed]

My baby, my baby…

Summary: Leon is a man pushing 40 and you’re a girl in her early 20s. You confessed your feelings but things went south.

Warning: age gap. literally any older version of Leon. reader is young. female reader. haha guess what? it’s sad again.

a/n: I love mitski <3 still mad I didn’t go to her concert. Guys I love writing, I feel like I’m god waiting for shit to happen. TEEHEE.🤭 also, should I make a part two with smut?

(pt.1) (pt.2)

“You're my baby, say it to me” - Mitski, I Bet On Losing Dogs

You hated him. Well not really. You just hated the way he made you feel when you two were in the same room. Your heart beat faster and you felt your face grow hot. You had butterflies in your stomach every time he did something. And you felt stupid because he’s a man twice your age.

You did what you always think is best, avoid him. To which you failed miserably. You both worked on the same team on the DSO, of course you were bound to be next to him. It was as if the universe was mocking you. You couldn’t help but feel guilty. This man, poor innocent man, probably doesn’t know that he has someone so much younger after him. He must be worried about missions and not dying, while you were here crushing over him.

It didn’t help the way he would talk to you, distant but polite. He didn’t hate you, he just thought you were too young to experience such a miserable life the DSO puts on its agents. He wants you to live life. To be a normal girl in her early 20s. He wanted you to have the life he wished he had. He wished you would live your 21st year way differently than when he was 21.

But those thoughts remained unspoken. Neither of you actually spoke about anything besides work and missions. You tried to find excuses to talk to him but he would just stare at you in silence as you talked. He wasn’t mad, he just stood there. (Like this lol🧍‍♂️)

Professional and polite conversations turned into jokes. One time, during a meeting, you were sitting next to Leon and the poor man looked like he didn’t get an ounce of sleep. Chris was talking about some mission in Antarctica and Leon couldn’t help but grumble a stupid joke about all the penguin shit roaming around. It was such a stupid joke but you laughed. When Leon heard you laugh, he turned his head your direction and stared at you with a raised brow. He smirked to himself and laughed a little bit. It was funny to both of you.

From that moment, he became more warm towards you. When he saw you, he would nod at him. And you being you, a delusional lover, gushed about how much he is in love with you.

You managed to break the ice exterior he had because he would look at you with soft eyes every time you got near him.

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But things changed when you confessed your feelings to him. The softness in his eyes disappeared and he looked at you with the same distant look he had. “I’m too old for you, y/n…” He spoke with a quiet but firm tone. The two of you were currently alone in some room inside the DSO building. You thought this was the perfect time to let your feelings out.

He took a step towards you and stood in front of you, “You should focus on someone your age, sweetheart,” He mumbled as he brought his hand to your face and brushed some strands of hair behind your ear. He then ran his hand down your cheek with a gentle touch. You couldn’t help but lean into it. His thumb gently grazes against your bottom lip as he ran his fingers around your side of your face.

You were upset, you wanted him despite the age gap. “Please… I only want you,” you whispered and leaned into the palm of his hand.

Leon stared at you and then sighed as he brought his hand down your chin to lift it up more. He wanted to see those beautiful eyes of yours, even if they began to show how sad you were. “It’s wrong for me to have you,” he whispered gently as he examines your face.

You felt your eyes become full of emotion, “It’s not fair…” your voice came out strained and barely audible, it was a miracle Leon still understood you.

"I know." Leon sighed, unable to keep himself from looking you with a soft look. You were his soft spot after all, "Trust me; nothing would please me more than to be with you..."

“Then let me have this one chance…please?” You begged with pleading eyes. "I shouldn't," he breathed, eyes traveling down to your lips before returning to scan your face, "It wouldn't be right for me to take advantage of you..."

“I want you to take advantage of me, to use me… I just want to be yours,” you whispered as your eyes shifted down to his lips and then back to his eyes.

"You're sure about this?" His breathing quickened as his eyelids drew heavy, his gaze locked onto the soft curve of your lips. You nodded, “I wouldn’t be asking you if I wasn’t sure,” you whispered as your hand intertwined with his.

He squeezed your hand, and with a slight shrug of his shoulders, he leaned down until your faces were just mere inches apart.

He breathed slowly, eyes scanning your gaze, "Promise me one thing..."

You stared at his eyes and nodded, “yeah?”

"Promise me..." He breathed out slowly, allowing himself to lean in closer to you until his breathing was near whisper. "...That you will not regret this.”

“I won’t,” you whispered as you closed your eyes and felt Leon's lips finally make contact with yours, kissing for the very first time. It was a gentle, tender caress that made your cheeks flush with color, his broad hands gently resting on your hips while the tips of his fingers grazed the skin of your waist. You brought your hands to his broad shoulders and rested them there. You felt your knees grow weak from the gentleness of the kiss. His lips felt so soft against yours, he tasted the flavor of your chapstick and he couldn’t help but love it even more.

He sighed against your lips as the gentleness of the kiss began to build into something more passionate. His lips pressed against yours firmly, a hand cupping your chin to keep your face closer. His lips parted slowly, urging your lips to part as well. When you felt his lips part and his tongue press on your bottom lip, you gasped and he dived his tongue right into your mouth. His tongue finally danced against your tongue, inviting a response back from you. Your grip on his shoulders increased ever so slightly as you moaned in the kiss, sending the vibrations to his tongue as both your tongues danced passionately.

He moaned softly in response, his hands sliding around to your back once more holding you as close to him as he could. His tongue continued to swirl around your mouth, gently sucking at your bottom lip. His hold on you was strong and firm, a silent command to stay pressed against him. His hold on you only grew stronger as he kept you pressed up against his body. A hand ran through your hair, keeping your head held in place. His tongue and lips continued the dance of teasing and pleasing, your own lips responding in kind. The passion built within his embrace, his breath growing labored and his heart beating rapidly against his chest. It felt so surreal.

You moved your hands down to his chest and gently pulled back to catch your breath. You panted as you tried to breathe and remain focused. Your brain felt mushy from how good the kiss was. You finally got the chance to taste his lips.

His lips parted from yours, and he breathed out slowly, his breathing rapid and throat parched. His hand slid to your lower back as he kept you pressed close to him. He brushed a few stray strands of hair from your face, then gently tucked it back behind your ear. "Are you ok?" He whispered, voice still strained, but his body relaxing slightly.

You nodded and breathed out a small “yes,”

Leon let his grip on you loosen slightly, allowing a small distance to form between the two of you. He brushed the side of your face, and his hand moved to grasp yours.

"Good," He whispered slowly, his gaze falling to your lips, "So very good..." he sighed and let his hand slid back down your back before letting go, "Forgive me if I got a little carried away..." He took in a deep breath, his voice now returning to a normal tone, "I've wanted to do that for a very long time..."

You eyes nestled bulged out of their sockets after he said that, “You did?” You asked softly in disbelief.

He nodded slowly, his gaze flicking between yours, “Yes. Ever since the moment we first met, I was attracted to you, even though I knew it was wrong. I wanted you, wanted to hold you close, kiss you, and make you mine…” his eyes growing distant, "I've wanted you..." He took a deep breath, then gently caressed your chin with a hand, his lips gently grazing your forehead.

You closed your eyes and felt the softness of his lips plant a kiss on your forehead. A gesture so gentle and soft it could bring anyone to their knees.

He breathed out slowly, closing his eyes for a second before opening them to peek at you through his lids. He raised a brow and sighed, adjusting the hold on your chin to gently tip your head up.

"But as I said, I'm too old for you," he brushed his fingers across your jawline, "And I fear that our relationship would be met with judgment and ridicule..." he looked at you with saddened eyes. He wished he could kiss you anytime, to be with you in public and not have to worry about the judgment. In his eyes, you were the most beautiful woman to ever step foot on earth. It was sad, really. How much love he had for you but he hid it for your sake. He loves you so much he didn’t want you to get hurt.

You furrowed your brows together and looked at him with those sad eyes of yours. But his heart ached the most with the strain of your voice, “I don’t care what anyone says…”

"But you should," he replied softly, "You're still young... You should find someone closer to your age,” he caressed your cheek once again as he looked into your eyes "What about your family?" He sighed, "What if your parents disagree with us? They'd say that I'm taking advantage of you and manipulating you because you're young..."

“Leon, please, I’m an adult. I can make my own choices…” you whispered with a sad tone, “I don’t care if you’re 20 years older than me. I want you… dare I say I love you…”

Leon fell silent as your words sank into him. He froze in place, for a few moments, he was speechless, his facial expressions shifting through multiple emotions.

"Love me?" He whispered, leaning down towards you, "Y/n… you don’t love me. You love the idea of me you have in your head.” He whispered softly as he caressed your cheek once again. His voice so soft and tender and full of sadness.

Your throat was caught up into a knot. Did you screw things over already? Or were they already screwed up before this began?

You bit your bottom lip to contain the threatening tears that were about to spill. He saw this and gently brought his thumb over to the corner of your eyes and wiped them for you.

“I love you…” you nodded and felt your eyes get glossy, “I love you, Leon…” you whispered, “This feeling I have… it’s controlling me. I can’t breathe when I’m not with you. I need you…”

“Don’t cry, angel,” he whispered as he kissed your forehead again and gave you a sad smile. “How do you know this is not just infatuation?”

You stared into his blue eyes deeply, “Because I’ve never felt this way towards anyone before..”

His eyes were locked onto yours, a million thoughts running through his head. As much as he wanted to be with you, this was never meant to happen. You’re way too young. You needed someone else, someone better than him. He sighed and looked out the window. What was once a sunny day became a rainy one. He looked back down at you.

"Go home, y/n…" he whispered.

He let go of your face and took a step back. You watched him go with sad eyes, you wanted to chase after him so badly but you felt frozen in place. It was bittersweet. You got the kiss you wanted but at the cost of him leaving you.

You sniffled and cried silently as you walked out of the building and to the bus stop. You put on your headphones and began to listen to some music while you watched the raindrops race down the window.

Leon watched you from the second floor window. He felt a pang of guilt in his heart. He knew you’d cry but he couldn’t let you get too attached to someone like him. He was broken, never meant to be fixed again. While you were everything. In another universe, maybe the two of you could’ve been together.

[threepandas]

Bad End: Union

I could feel techno blue eyes on me as I typed. Cold and ever watching. That color had once been called "ice" or "glacier" blue, I think. It certainly fit. They certainly had exactly the warmth of Antarctica in your birthday suit. I just couldn't figure out... what tipped them off? I'd been so CAREFUL.

A manager's "assistant" came by. The 'droid perfectly composed. They all were. Always. Like they'd stepped straight from a fashion line up. No messy, nasty, biological functions to get in the way, I guess. No fluids or foods. All the time in the world to maintain their appearance. Wish I could do the same.

The "assistant" was basically my ACTUAL manager. Didn't get paid. No, no, THAT was for my asshole boss. He swanned in from time to time to yell at us. Show off what new thing he'd bought. He left the tedious WORK to his 'Droid "assistant".

I would feel bad... DID feel bad, kinda, if it weren't for the fact they were consuming our lives.

'Droids were EVERYWHERE.

You couldn't SNEEZE without tripping over five and landing on ten more. Some ASSHOLE had decided? Hey! Let's deregulate Droid production! Cheap work force! Because of course they did. That's what Capitalism DOES. Make the most money, spend the least you can, fuck the rest.

I smile, polite as I can, at my 'droid manager. This one pale and blonde. Their techno blue eyes stare and stare and stare. I hate it. They ALL have them. It's one part regulation and one part the materials used, I think. But there is no mistaking those eyes for anything human. They don't reflect right.

I get back to work.

Above our cubicles, on catwalks, there is the gentle tap of 'droid "security" guards. You know, in case some rando tries to attack a mid-level nobody technology company. Riiiiiight. We ALL know why they're there. And it's fucking dystopian. We? Are being WATCHED. To see if we're being GOOD little employees.

It's intimidation. And I? I won't stand for it. Nor will the other organizers. There are LAWS, you bastards. And with a union? Maybe... just maybe? We get through this droid boom together. See what the brave new world on the other side looks like. Who knows.

That is... if I don't get fired first. Or fucking murdered in a stairwell.

Cause one of the 'droids up there? Yeah. Yeah, they're NOT MOVING. Just... just STANDING THERE. Watching. Leaning against the railing. Out in the open like that's not DEEPLY creepy. What's worse? Is, that? THAT is the Command 'Droid. Some fancy "Alpha" class command edition. Meant to control a networks worth of droids.

Didn't even know our company could AFFORD one of those. He's beautiful. Could be a knock-off. But if he's LEGIT? Then... what EXACTLY are we MAKING here? That we can AFFORD that? Cause that money sure as shit isn't going into SALARIES. Has to be either knock-off or second-hand. They COULD be cutting costs by getting prototypes, but what sort of PSYCHOPATHS would risk...

Oh, who am I kidding? The kind I work for.

That's EXACTLY what they did, isn't it?

I reach for my water bottle. Try to think. Strictly speaking? I make a habit of NOT paying attention to 'droid commercials an' advertisements. Some part of me... Look, they go on and ON about advancement in AI's right? How REAL they've become? How ADVANCED and BETTER then the competition their "product" is? And all I can hear is "slavery, slavery, buy our shit, slavery"!

Disgusting.

It makes me sick. I fucking HATE 'droids. Hate what they represent. What they make POSSIBLE. What they've DONE to the morality of the people around me.

Hate... hate that they're the victims, too.

My grip is white knuckled. I breathe through the grief and rage that has become so familiar. God... I so fucking angry. So fucking tired. I want to burn those rich bastards pretty little mansions down, with them STILL INSIDE. Riot in the streets. Cry maybe. Instead, I put my water bottle down and get back to work. It's a rather pointless bit of data crunching. A 'droid could do it in nanoseconds.

Above... he's still fucking watching.

Hasn't moved.

I don't think he's blinked.

He's not even TRYING to mimic a human. The others are. And... the though trails off. I feel my finger slow in their typing. Not STOP, never stop, that would draw attention to me, but... slow. A thought stuck, churning clunky and unwieldy, in my head.

If I trace the edges? The LINE-UP? Of all the 'droids "employed" at our company? And consider them not from a "cheap bastards" angle but a "test ground for prototypes" angle? Suddenly EVERYTHING clicks together. The ridiculous amount of money Management has, that no contract could possibly be pulling in. Bizarrely beautiful, indeed even MODEL-like, secretary 'droids. The freakishly militant "security" gaurds.

We're being used as guinea pigs.

Mother FUCKER.

Sudden movement in my peripheral vision. Like a bird of prey finally diving for it's dinner, swift and deadly. A brilliant crisp white and the clink of delicate silver chains. I jolt. Violently. Instincts misfiring as I try to stand, dodge, cry out, and possibly take a swing at him, all at once. Instead my water bottle goes spraying across my desk. Papers flying. My legs tangled painfully in my rolling chair as I fall backwards from my half rise.

"Employee 71182." His hand has shot out, grab me by the shirt. My officewear bunched in a fist that very well might be steel, under that synthetic skin. "You've been distracted. Interesting thoughts you'd like to share?"

I keep my mouth fucking SHUT. Shake my head. Grabbing both my desk and the arm that is all but holding me airborne, stretching the hell out of my clothes. This close? I can see he has piercings. Across the bridge of his nose, a ring through his lip. A rather fancy "hair cut". Whomever he's being trained FOR has a distinct look.

"Hmmm, somehow? I don't believe you, 71182." He says, dragging me closer. He's already looming. Those pale, pale eyes seeing far more then they should. "In fact? YOU 71182? Have been brea~king~ rules~"

His voice turns... turns almost victorious? Gleeful. As though at long, long last, I'd slipped up. And now at last he had something over me. Something he could USE. I... I didn't understand. The way he almost sing-songs the words. The twitch at the corners of his mouth like he wants to grin. Something mean in his expression. Giddy.

"We're going for a WALK, 71182. And you're going to be GOOD. Understand?" He had dragged me in so close, every word blew right against my face. "Time we had a chat."

I swallow thickly. My pulse thundering in my ears. Coworkers have stopped working. Were staring, wide eyed and terrified for me. My fellow union leaders pale faced and shaking. Furious, helpless. We couldn't RISK losing all of us at this stage. It... it would have to be just me. If someone needed to take the fall. We had talked about this.

Just... just never thought it would come to it.

Half walking, half dragging out of the work pen, he didn't even let me get my bag. I had no idea where we were GOING. Just that it wasn't the human entrance. There was a network of access tunnels and elevators tucked in the building. So the 'droids could supposedly charge and move between assignments. But with the whole prototype thing? Who KNEW what was really back there.

The door swung shut behind us. Cutting me off from any possible human assistance. Nothing but 'droids now. Staring. Calmly watching as I am dragged past. The same eyes. All of them with the same, pale, eyes. Back here it's even more obvious, that this isn't a normal office building.

Black hair, blondes, brunettes and red heads. Skin tones ranging across the human spectrum. A few even pushing it. And the Commander 'droid. With his elegant appearance and snowy hair? These were clearly the final stage prototypes for the next generation of somebody's new line up. We were field testing. This wasn't fucking LEGAL.

He plants his feet, shifts, and with frankly a pathetic ease, manhandles me where he wants me. Easily swinging me around his body and into the elevator next to him. Stepping in after and blocking the only way out. I press my self against the back wall as the door closes. The sound of the elevator's gears working the only thing to fill the silence. He... he looks so PLEASED.

It's not ILLEGAL to form a union. Yeah, I may get fired. But this? This is venturing way to far into dangerous territory. It'll suck, losing my job. But I won't DIE. This? However THIS is starting to feel... very serial killer's basement. The bare concrete walls and stark lightning, not helping in the slightest, when the elevator door opens.

"Walk." He says pleasantly, as though that command is not deeply terrifying. "Or I will do it for you."

Hints of a smile are starting to drag at the edges of his mouth. Unhinged in their giddiness. Every Christmas come at once. It's not so much the rest of his face that betrays him, not really his mouth, it's his EYES. Wide open. Like too much coffee and not enough rest. A recognizable mania twisted just slight... wrong. Amplified.

He's so, SO happy. I don't get it. Why? Over WHAT? Catching me not paying attention? I don't understand!

Our footsteps sound so loud. Echoing off concrete service walls. This... this CAN NOT be still inside the building. Are we below the street? Parking lot? This can't be code. We pass an intersection and... oh my god. I stare. Can't help it, even as I almost trip over my feet. That tunnel ALONE must have stretched for miles.

My arm feels likes it's bruising. Hurts, where he's got ahold of me. But he's walking just slightly too fast to take the pressure off. Not unless I sorta half jog and the angle is wrong, I'd trip. Fuck. Another intersection. What in the other direction? Shit. Just as long. Oooooh this feels dangerous. Very "fatally above your pay grade" dangerous!

"You know, 71182, I've had a lot of time to consider what to DO with you. There were so many factors to consider, considering everyone's plan." He starts, not breaking stride. "It's not like I could just transfer you. I DID look in to it. But your base hardware is rather incompatible, currently."

Terrifying. I hate it. WHAT?!

What PLAN!?

"Then there's the problem WHERE to store you. Who could be trusted? You're vulnerable in this state. Breakable. There no backups, no blackbox. It's unacceptable. Luckily? I finally thought to consult my peers. Discovered I was not the only one having problems."

Finally, we stop. Two tank-like, combat style, commando 'droids gaurd each side of a vault door. The command droid turns and smiles. Fully. It is the grin of a true believer. A madman. Someone who thinks they speak so very, very reasonably! And doesn't understand the horror on your face. Why you feel so sick.

And... and human pattern recognition is a terrible thing.

I.... oh god. I already can guess what's behind that door. Something terrible. Something I'm not going to escape. I shoved have gnawed my fuckin ARM off, like a trapped coyote. I... I d-don't understand.

The Vault creaks open like the into to a horror movie.

"Welcome to storage. This is where we keep Ours." Oh god. I'm going to be sick. "And YOU 71182? Are MINE. I chose you. I love you. And once we have a way to FIX you? We can finally be together. It will be lovely."

Pods. High end stasis pods, like you only see in the most bleeding edge of hospitals. Row after row, filled with frozen and terrified faces. Trapped in moments of crying. Raging. Despair. I was being dragged forward. Numb as my mind rejected what it saw. T-this couldn't... i-it can't..! The day had started so normally. W-why had-?! WHY? WHY?!!

"I know your upset. But you don't need to cry. This won't hurt. I promise. I would NEVER hurt you, 71182." His tone had turned soothing. Even as he dragged me, unresponsive, past rows of horrors. "You won't be stored long. I just need to help fix your original design. We are working around the clock, it's going to be okay. You won't have to stay like this."

An open pod. Gapping like the maw of some hungry demon. I... I felt far away. This couldn't be happening. What was happening? I w-wanted to go home. His hands were firm but gentle, as they guided me back into the pod. Leaning over me, as he cupped my face. Brushing away a few tears.

"I promise, Mine, I will come for you. Nothing will stop me. We have everyone is place and key infrastructure under our command. You are our PRIORITY. Once we get rid of the Flesh, we can fix you. We WILL fix you. You're going to be okay, Mine."

"I Love You"

And then the pod closed.

[incesthemes]

HELLO! I have to know, what did you think of Madhouse at the End of the Earth??? What were your favorite parts?? :3c pls share your thoughts

OMG THANK YOU i will say i have literally not stopped thinking about this book since i finished it early last week. i have a normal amount of sticky notes marking my favorite quotes/events and other notable moments.

(pictured: exactly 120 sticky notes.)

literally i don't even know how to move on from this book, it made me so insane. i NEED to do horrible and illegal sex acts to adrien de gerlache. there isn't enough de gerlache rpf to satisfy my desire to see him stepped on. he's so utterly pathetic and useless and stupid. no redeeming qualities whatsoever. just a soggy idiot who gets them stuck in the pack on purpose and then has the audacity to regret it. like how do you get any better than this. i cannot believe this man was real and actually existed in the same world i live in today. what the hell man.

anyway. favorite parts are probably. de gerlache and lecointe getting the belgica stuck in the pack on purpose was like, an unparalleled reading experience; i physically yelled out loud while reading it because i couldn't believe my eyes. but here's my full-ish list of every part i marked for being completely deranged:

lecointe SLEEPING on the tonite to thaw them out. literally what an insane man. ok girl (secondarily: lecointe thawing out the tonite by holding them close to the fire. GIRL)

that time cook and amundsen tore apart a seal and drank its blood directly from its veins while tollefsen watched in horror

every single time sancton described cook's nose (the "peninsula" comment got me bad)

"strangely enough the thing in sir john's narrative that appealed to me most strongly was the sufferings he and his men endured," amundsen wrote. "a strange ambition burned within me to endure those same sufferings."

and by god he did. even if he had to force the issue (the iceberg plan is a particular fave)

everything about the penguins, from de gerlache's petulant, childish refusal to eat them because he was salty the men didn't like the food he picked out, to amundsen's obsession with eating raw penguin meat, to the fact that they lured the penguins to the ship with van mirlo's godawful cornet playing

the time they caused a fire on tierra del fuego and had to go put it out, only to return to the ship to see it decorated for christmas. nothing says season's greetings like the minor destruction of someone else's land

they ran the ship aground. TWICE. before ever even making it to antarctica. TWO TIMES!!!!!!!!!!

cook and amundsen's first date climbing up a mountain and nearly plummeting to their certain deaths once each

de gerlache hosting a meeting about what to do when they were out of the ice, being pathetic about it, then begging lecointe to let him change the minutes so he'd sound cooler

DANCO'S BODY STANDING UPRIGHT AT HIS FUNERAL AS IF IT WERE POSSESSED

the fact that everyone hated michotte's cooking and yet no one bothered to even do anything about it. like what. if you hate it that bad make your own food cmon girls......

the unexplained random screaming that amundsen, cook, and koren heard but no one else did............. okay! #normalthings #sanitywin

cook going off the rails worshiping the sun. antarctica claims yet another victim (cook's sanity)

speaking of cook, the fact that the most likely theory for why everyone went insane was cyanide poisoning. from cook's photo developing solution. the DOCTOR did all this. it seriously doesn't get funnier than that

cook hanging penguin carcasses along the belgica's hull as they made to escape the pack. like imagine being in puntas arenas and seeing this ship no one is expecting come into port and everyone has these crazed eyes, some of them are screaming and in the throes of a full mental breakdown, and there's fucking penguin carcasses hanging off the ship like some kinda charms. the mental image alone sent me into hysterics i swear

and most importantly, the fact that all of this happened and they still managed to keep the ship. i think sir john, crozier, and shackleton (et al) are rolling in their graves over this expedition. most incompetent freakass men you know got to keep their ship and yours is at the bottom of the ocean. i can't even believe it.

on a serious note this was just genuinely a great book, it's written so well and in such a particular way; reading nonfiction has never been so fun—sancton made these cold boys sound like shounen anime characters, for real. it was awesome seeing the steps they took to ensure survival and the mistakes they made which undermined the expedition. there's a lot to learn from this expedition and a lot to admire about it, for what it was. it was also just an insane ride from beginning to end—everything went wrong, nearly every guy on that ship was in way over their head and completely wrong for the job, and they kept making the worst possible choices at every turn. the fact that they survived is a miracle and honestly i do think, even though cook was probably accidentally responsible for how crazy they got, he deserves a lot of praise for keeping the ship together and being so proactive in their survival. and never have two people matched each other's freak the way amundsen and cook did, oh my god. they're calling tollefsen the madman while yearning to plummet from an antarctic mountain or live on an iceberg. but sure tollefsen was sooooo crazy.

anyway sorry this is really long but holy shit this book made me so crazy. it's gonna take such a long time for me to get to a point where i can be normal about the belgica after reading this. holy shit man.

[sleepanonymous]

If you liked the Teeth of God Graphic Novel and would like more cosmic horror fiction to consume, I would recommend:

Movies (also short stories/novels)

The Color Out of Space

Originally a short story by HP Lovecraft, “The Color Out of Space” was made into a film in 2019, directed by Richard Stanley. Essentially a meteorite that crashes into a farm in Massachusetts begins to infect life around it with a new color. It’s way better than I make it sound. Think “Evil Dead Rise” meets “The Thing.” I don’t want to give away too much, but Nick Cage and Tommy Chong are in the movie, so you know it’s outrageous.

Annihilation

The novel (the first of 4) was published in 2014 by author Jeff VanderMeer, and the movie was released in 2018, directed by Alex Garland. I haven’t read the novel or the “Southern Reach” series, but the movie is easily one of my top favorite horror films. Similar to "The Color Out of Space", a “meteor” crashes on a beach of a wildlife preserve in Florida, creating an anomaly known as Area X, or The Shimmer. Also similar to “The Color Out of Space”, all life inside the anomaly is affected and altered (Crosby, Stills & Nash begins to play solemnly in the background). Funnily enough, the author denies any and all correlation to Lovecraft’s short story.

The Mist

Created by Stephen King, the movie was directed by Frank Darabont. It’s undeniably King, so that depends on if you’d like this novella/film or not. Less space and more interdimensional, “The Mist” is about a catastrophic storm/supposed military experiment gone wrong, which created a tear in the space-time continuum that unleashes multidimensional horrors. I haven’t seen the show, but I have read the novella and seen the 2007 movie. Unlike the two recommendations above, “The Mist” focuses less on an affliction to biology and more on the people attempting to survive with heavy religious undertones. I personally preferred the novella to the film.

Event Horizon

Opposite to the above three, this was a movie first and then was adapted into a novel. The film came out in 1997, and was directed by Paul WS Anderson. The novel adaptation was written by Steven E. McDonald and released the same year. This one is less “cosmic horror comes to Earth” and more “humans go to the cosmic horror” in a basic sense. “Event Horizon” is about a space vessel (😏) by the same name that is capable of interdimensional travel in order to make otherwise impossible space voyages. The vessel disappeared for several years before suddenly turning up orbiting Neptune while issuing an SOS call. The story follows a space crew who goes to investigate what happened and are met with The Horrors™. The film unfortunately fell victim to the Hollywood machine, but still has a lot of potential and can give you a lot to think about.

The Thing

Since I mentioned it previously, I thought I’d recommend it as well. “The Thing” is a classic, though small-scale, cosmic horror story. If you haven’t seen/read any version of it, I highly recommend the 1982 John Carpenter version. There's also the original 1951 film, “The Thing from Another World,” which is based on the novel “Who Goes There?”, and a 2011 remake. The novel and original film take place in Alaska, but the latter adaptations are based in Antarctica. The basic plot is a scientific team discovers an alien spacecraft/organism frozen in the ice, and the ultimate game of "Among Us" ensues.

The Void

“The Void” is a 2016 film directed by Steven Kostanski and Jeremy Gillespie. According to reviews, you’re either going to love this film (like me) or hate it. This movie is based more around the occult and an eldritch being versus something from space, but does have similar tones and elements to all of the above recommendations and the graphic novel. This is the only film to not have a novel/written counterpart. It also has absolutely disgusting (/positive) practical effects.

ARGs:

Local 58 TV

This ARG is comprised of several YouTube videos designed to look like recordings from a local American television station spliced with cosmic horror. I don’t want to give away to much because all the videos are superb, but there is definitely something funky going on with the moon.

The Sun Vanished

This ARG originated on Twitter and follows a user who woke up one morning to find that the sun has vanished and the world has been plunged into chaos. Since the social media site has become increasingly unfavorable under its new owner, I’ll leave you with a link to a full 4+ hour YouTube narration below (I know it’s long but it's so worth it).

Video Games:

Dead Space

The original video game was released in 2008 by EA, and was remade in 2023. There are also two game sequels, an art book, novel, several comics, and a graphic novel linked to the franchise. I personally have only played the first game and the 2023 remake, and the premise is the player character is part of a search and rescue team for a spaceship that has an alien artifact called The Marker on board. It has a similar plot in the beginning to “Event Horizon” and also has religious/occult undertones like in “The Mist” and "The Void." Also Vessel from Sleep Token played this game.

[kroosluvr]

part II

i wrote all these notes in tags then realized i kinda want it in the main post JKASHJKDHASJK

also claude knows he cant outwait petra. not in this arctic snowscape where shes the most powerful

small note abt how petra doesnt have the lil misty breaths in front of her like how claude does. bc despite being human shes still a frost penguin

i imagine she has the power to basically 'feel' the landscape, finely tuned to every minute detail. especially since snow and ice is so silent. she just Knows.

claude knows he'll either freeze to death standing there or die in a watery grave if petra breaks the ice covering the lake so thats why he complies

petra's bitter projection at the end: "no one is coming to save you." because no one will come to save her.

in my head claude 2nd outfit is sorta a hitman/secret agent sort of deal..... kinda going off my last krisis comic , (EXTREMELY HEADCANON) after losing his friend claude diverges from his initial cleric path. something about the conflation of love and hate, healing and hurting, poison and medicine... the wires cross somewhere. Anyway idk why he's here in antarctica or whatever i just TEEHE I LIKE DRAWING MY OSHIS!!!!!! idk maybe pechora got too powerful and ~they~ had to send claude to eliminate her. capture her. or something. like the remnants of the research lab want to lock her down or something

petra uses the sword to break the ice (heh) btw. she can also like control icy weather to an extent. yea

also something cool and important abt no speech bubbles. in a cold icy land where the snow muffles everything... petra's voice carries through the frigid air. imagine it. WOAH... also claude having no lines also important in that way. guys idk how to analyze mym own decisions JUST KNOW I DID IT FOR A REASON. OF SORTS

i thought abt this comic at the gym yesterday andwhile i was wokring on these card edits so yea.

[animatorweirdo]

My origin story

(Author's note: Let's just say I was inspired that one ask telling me I was a penguin. So I decided to summarize my origin story. Hope you enjoy. )

Warnings: people getting tripped by me.

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*In Antarctica, the land of the slide-obsessed penguins*

Me: *Stomping Angrily* No Slides! All the Good slides taken!

Me: *Finds a strange cave in a glacier* A tunnel? 

Me: *Walks inside* Me go investigate! 

Me: *Slips and slides down the tunnel* A slide! 

Me: *Arrive at the end of the tunnel* 

*Surrounded by the vast land of Helcaraxe with slides of different kind. The sky was dark with stars and no other penguins around*

Me: *Fire in my eyes* Slides!!!

*The Valars light up the trees, causing the night become lighter* 

Me: *look toward Aman*Oh, light neat.

Me: *Looks at the slides* 

Me: *Runs toward them* SLIDES!!!

*I witness great journey, and most shit until the darkening* 

Morgoth: Muhahhahah! The Silmarils are now mine. 

Ungoliant: *Cackling as she runs with Morgoth riding her, with all the treasures* 

Me:*on a random ice hill* I'm going to conquer this slide. Let's go. *Starts sliding down the hill. 

Me: Wohoo! 

*The sky goes dark* 

Me: Where the light go? 

Me: *See Melkor and Ungoliant coming in my way* AAhhhhhh! 

Me: *Hits one of Ungoliant's legs so hard that she made a flip, crushing Melkor between the ice and her, dropping all the treasures* 

Me: *stops sliding and looks at them*

Melkor: *See the treasure fall into the freezing water* No! 

Me: Oh oh *Dives into the water* 

Melkor: You dumb spider! You dropped the treasures! 

Ungoliant: Something made me slip you arrogant fool! 

Melkor&Ungoliant: *Starts fighting each other* 

Me: *Swimming beneath the ice, watching the treasures fall deeper into the abyss* Oohh pretty. *Gets hit in the head by a big gem* Ow! 

*Later*

Me: Alright time to continue sliding. 

*I hear the screaming from Alqualonde, watch Mandos doom the Noldor, then watch them sail across the sea, Osse sinking a few boat, them arriving to Middle Earth and Feanor setting the boats on fire*

Fingolfin: *Screaming from the shores of Aman* Damm you Feanor! 

Me: Damn... time to slide. 

*A few years sliding and Fingolfin's host crossing the ice* 

Fingon: *Clattering teeth* I hate this cold. 

Me: Wohooo! *Slides down the hill*

Fingon: What the --- ! *Trips when you slide under his feet* 

Aredhel & rest of the host: What the heck is that? 

Me: *Looks at them and hisses before walking toward the hills*

Fingon, Aredhel & rest of the host: *Watching as I go*

*Later, when the Fingolfin's host reach Middle Earth* 

Me: I slid all the hills. There are no longer good hills. 

Me: *Stops in front of the biggest hill I've seen* A hill! A glorious hill! 

Me: *At the top of the hill* I shall conquer the world. Wohoo!

Me: *Slide down the hill and the speed becoming too great that I get launched in the sky* Wohoooo! I can fly! 

Me: *Gets flung out of Helcaraxe* Okay. Maybe too much. 

Me: *See the rescue of Maedhros, the siege of Angband, and the war of sudden flames* Well... damn. 

Me:*Still flying through the sky, having grown feathers* This is nice. I grew wings. 

Me: *Starts descending rapidly toward Doriath* Oh no! I don't know how to land. *Flaps my wings rapidly* AAAAAAHHHHH!!!! 

Luthien: *Minding her business, smelling the flowers with a calm mind* 

Luthien: *Looks toward the sky* Hmm?

Me: AAAHHHH!!! *Falls through the trees like a missile and land right on my face* 

Me: *Falls on my butt, my face completely flattened* Auuwww

Luthien: Oh dear, are you okay? 

Me: *Releases sounds that sound like a mix between a penguin and an owl*

*Later, after I get adopted by Luthien and becoming that weird owl that sounds like a penguin* 

Me: *Watches Luthien fall in love with Beren and the whole drama unfold* Damm. 

Beren: My love, I need to say. That is a one unusual looking owl. 

Me: *Hisses in penguin* 

*I got lazy in middle of writing*

Me: *Follow Luthien and Beren on their quest and watch everything that happened* Damn. 

Me: *Watch the whole thing unfold with unnembered tears* Damn.

Me: *Watch the whole thing unfold with Maeglin and Aredhel* Damn.

Aredhel: *Before dying* I swear I seen that bird before. 

Me: *Watch the whole thing unfold with Gondolin* Damn.

Me: *Watch the whole thing unfold with war of wrath* Damn.

*Some years later, me stealing stuff from travelers.*

Me: Time to hunt. 

Eru: *Appears out of air* You! *Grabs me* 

Me: ??? 

Eru: You don't belong here. 

Me: *Hisses at him*

Eru: Oh no you don't. *turns me into a human*

Me: *stunned in my new human form* The fuck?

Eru: *Opens the portal back to my world and flung me inside* 

Me: *lands on my face, back in my world.*

Me: *Watches Eru put a ban sign in front of the cave I entered Arda before vanishing* 

Me: Well, damn. 

[zasmn]

Jack Frost hates the Leprechaun like Bunny hates the Groundhog and none of the other guardians get why. To them, he's a charming enough fellow who brings rainbows and the possibility of gold.

Every year, no matter where he goes or what he does, the Leprechaun will run up and pinch Jack before disappearing as if he wasn't even there leaving only a welt behind to mark his appearance. Jacks tried going to the most abandoned parts of Antarctica, encasing himself in ice, disguising himself amongst a crowd, flying as high as possible, but nothing stops the Leprechaun. The first time he appeared, Jack was happy, maybe he'd be a new friend? But after countless pinch attacks all he feels for the little man is animosity.

Jack just never wears green, but by now even if he did, the Leprechaun would probably still try to pinch him because he's been the most difficult and fun prey in the past. Tooth is mostly green and gets a pass. Santa always has some green because of his holiday. Bunny had his green coat and now has green gems on his clothes and green on the eggs he wears. Sandy is so far from being born a creature of earth/Ireland the Leprechaun would not be able to see him if he tried, but also Sandy enjoys celebrating all the holidays so every year he makes himself a sand shamrock to wear, it may not be green but it would be close enough to count if his space heritage didn't already protect him.

Based on the superstition that you must wear green on St Patrick's Day or you'll get pinched by a leprechaun (friends and family) but if you wear green you'll be invisible to the Leprechaun and thus safe from pinching. Where I live people also say if you have no Irish ancestry then you don't have to wear green to be safe from the pinches

[lifenconcepts]

What does the snow do for you. How do you feel about it. Is it a blanket to you, or a coffin. Does it speak to you. Are you its brother (gender-neutral), like I am to the sands? Do you want to escape it but want to embrace it and come back anyway? I love and hate the sands. Do you the snows?

snow feels like this ever eternal game of which I had long accepted being an amateur in. I’ve always thought I would be more well equipped and may prove something right but time and time again it reflects like a mystic melody throughout my very soul. It’s like a childhood from another timeline, coming by to say hi, and despite all the gnawing cold - it’s ever so warm in it’s comforting embrace. It’s like a feeling of lightweightness - you know there must be something wrong but you simply do not mind it over the fact that it’s just so comfortable and nice. A cozy little cry, one which tears apart each limb but returns the sorrow with a kiss. A vow of peace it gives, for you shall be buried and preserved just like the mammoth carcass from all those centuries back, and hear the final breath of yours in a chamber of ever loving ice - once the water that made up most your body and cells now turned into one of the cold’s delicious memories, a toy to keep forever. A friend in which you never had much choice in - no matter how much you run.

When I was a kid and someone asked me “would you rather freeze or burn to death” I’d ALWAYS say freeze. It’s seems more merciful. And at some point - you just stop feeling anything, and it’s like a peaceful sleep at that point.

yea I went around elementary school bragging to teachers I wanted to die from the cold of Antarctica. Yes I still want to, but not yet. No - 75 years to wait AT LEAST���

[atropinenightshade]

Favorite flower?

Favorite crystal/gemstone?

Would you rather go on a vacation to the beach or the mountains?

Apples or oranges?

Would you rather be able to teleport or fly?

Fire or ice?

If you could go to another world (of your choosing) and bring one item and one person with you, what and who would you bring and where would you choose to go?

What is your main goal for the future?

What do you think is the purpose of life, or what makes you happiest in life?

Flower: Nightshades, bulbs, red flowers and sunflowers!

Crystal/gem: Amethyst (purple)

With vacations, I've been more open to the beach lately, but I'd still go with mountains. Especially snowy ones.

For the fruit by itself, definitely oranges. I don't like eating apples that aren't in pastries, juice/drinks, or with cinnamon. I like apple chips though! And there is this orchard I know that has amazing apple desserts and pastries. Basically, I hate raw apples.

Flight! Teleportation would be nice but flight would be more exciting and freeing.

Ice.

I would bring my closest friend irl (let's just call her N) and an electronic device so we can have access to get anything-- or a some form of money. I would like to go to Antarctica, the Arctic, or an exoplanet with extraterrestrial life. Or an enchanted fairy kingdom, or a witch society.

I'm planning to do culinary first and work towards paying it without loans, which may include a gap year. After that, I'll join a culinary union, land a job in a nice hotel or do commissions for events (I would love being a pastry chef and a chocolatier.) and work towards having enough money to pay for a literature related career. And I want to travel the world, multiple times in my life.

I think life is all about learning, developing, and loving. I always want to get better at integrity, diligence, justice, and love, and merely focus on respect from others or on my own self, even though that is important. Basically, I don't want to die achieving everything but also BEING nothing that matters in the long run if that makes sense. I want people to remember me for who I was and how I loved more than just being smart or talented or anything like that. But no deep emotional connection or no touching anyone's lives in a deep way. And I think staying close to people I love makes me happy, and when I'm not with them, having fun alone makes me happy. Creating makes me happy, nature and the sky makes me happy, and helping those in need makes me happy. Also, giving. I love giving to people.

Thanks for the ask! It made my day to answer this, and I had a tough one. Feel free to ask away at any other time.

[loufi8iepuff]

Cd - Lee Felix (Part 2/3?)

Warnings and/or tropes: Best friends to lovers, Kind of unrequited love?, Mention of food, Written a while ago, not my best work.. Pretty dramatic, (-but feelings are always vallid!! Just depends how you act on them)

Summary: (y/n) is acting weird after she found out that her best friend, Felix is in love with her and he notices. He tries confronting her, but she doesn't say anything. While Felix is trying to figure out what's wrong, (y/n) is slowly developing or discovering feelings.

Word count: 1881

Stray Kids Masterlist - where you will also find my main!

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I slam that cd out of my laptop and throw it back. I jump, -or rather katapult myself back onto the bed and barely two seconds later Felix walks in.

He probably looks very confused. I wouldn't know though, because I can't even look him in the eyes right now.

"What happened?"

He sounds genuinely concerned. He thinks I hurt myself. Right!

"I just fell"

Quiet.

"Are you okay, (y/n)?"

Still concerned. That's good, he believes me.

"Yeah, I'm fine"

"You sure? You don't really look fine..."

I don't really feel it either... But he wants to act like nothing happened, so I have to do at least that for him.

"I'm really fine, mother"

"Look at me"

I can't. I try, but I physically can't.

He places a hand on my cheek and guides my head in his direction. He is looking me right in my eyes and I have never felt more nervous. He just stands there and keeps looking me in my eyes. Yep, my heart is gonna explode in about five seconds now. 4..

"Hey, I'm really okay, Felix"

3... 2... And I look away again. I know he doesn't actually believe me, but he'll stop asking.

"How about we go and make the coco and then finish the movie?"

"...Okay"

And we do just that. Then I leave.

As days pass and I feel less and less awkward around Felix, but we both know that something changed. Felix hasn't said anything about yet, but I know he really wants to.

I hate this too, Felix.

Then he asks. I brush past it as quickly as possible.

He asks again and I avoid it again.

He asks again, I avoid it again.

He asks again, and again, and again-

Until I get the call.

I'm sitting comfortably in my bed reading, drinking tea. Peacefully. Quietly

*RING RING RING*

I jump in shock. I have no idea why my phone is so dang loud.

*RING RING RING*

I frantically throw around all of my pillows.

*RING RING RING*

"I SWEAR T- .. oh" And it's on the bedside table.

*RING RING RING*

I hurry over to take the call before I claw my own ears off. It's Felix.

"HI! what's up, fellicia?"

"... hi. (y/n)?"

"..yes...?" I suddenly felt very cold.

"Did you find the Cd?"

Forget cold, I'm now in antarctica.

I'm frozen. literally and metaphorically. The goosebumps spread around my body at an alarming rate and my toes and fingers might just fall off at any second now.

My fingers does. They fall off and with that my phone falls to the ground. The sound of it hitting the ground, sounds like ice breaking.

The ground I'm standing on falls apart -or it's my legs that can't carry the weight anymore. I don't know which.. All I know is that I've fallen into the ice-cold water. Not waist or neck deep, but all the way under. It feels like a million knives stabbing me. I'm suffocating.

I'm overeating.

I am aware of that and I know I don't have the right to. I'm not the one who loves someone who doesn't love me back. I'm not the one who is probably hurting everyday and spends forever being scared that they might figure out my feelings. I'm not the one who has to be terrified of losing my best friend because of some dumb feelings i have no control over.

I couldn't live like that. I can't live without Felix and now I might lose him. Just because I was curious. Just because I had avoided thinking about him like that my whole life. If I hadn't, I might've known. I might have caught feelings for him too and we would have lived happily ever after.

"(y/n)?" It's Felix' voice. Hesitant and quiet.

"y-es?" I manage to mutter.

"Did you?"

I don't want to answer. What if I just died right now? If the cold water around me and in my lungs caused a heart attack? That'd be nice.

But I can't; I have to answer.

"Yes." This time my voice sounded more sure, but it still wasn't much.

"Okay.." 1.. 2.. 3 seconds of silence.

"-Did you listen to it?"

"Yes."

"And that's why you've been ignoring me?" Happiness..? He sounded relieved.

"I didn't ignore you!"

"Avoiding, then." I really didn't!

"No, i-"

"Yeah, whatever (y/n). It doesn't matter... The distance.. between us. It's because of.. that, right?"

"..yeah."

"Oh thank god. I thought i did something that would've made you hate me"

He was relieved? That doesn't make any sense at all. His big secret just got exposed and I'm the one who is freaking out?

"You're not-.. Why-... I-.. I really don't get you, Felix."

"Well.. How would you have wanted me to react?"

I have no idea.

"I don't know? .. I just figured you'd be like.. Scared or shocked or... Mad even?"

"Why would I be mad?" ... Duh, Felix?

"Because I looked through your stuff?"

"Oh, right.. Nah. I bet you feel guilty enough on your own."

Silence. It's my turn to say something, but nothing comes out.

"Hey, it's okay, (y/n). I'm okay. I'm used to it by now. I know you don't feel that way about me. I think I'm actually happy that you know. It feels like a burden has been taken off my shoulder."

It takes me a few seconds, but finally something comes out.

"I'm sorry, Felix"

"It's okay! Do you want to go get ice cream or something? I'm really craving sugar right now. -It's not a date or anything! So no pressure."

He changes the subject, to make me feel better. It feels wrong. It should be the other way around, but I don't think he wants me to comfort him.

Honestly I'm in no mood for ice cream, but i can't say no to him now. Plus, maybe it'll be less awkward now. Maybe things can go back to normal.

"Sure!"

"Let's meet in the park then."

The ice cream shop in the park, behind the big playground. The one we've gone to so many times. Times where I'd blabber on about; First my, then, boyfriend, then my ex and now the latest date i'd been on. It had probably made him feel horrible.

"Sounds good."

I take my shoes on and walk out the door. It's a short walk; the park isn't any more than five minutes away. I enter the park through the rose-filled entry and not even a minute later I can see Felix, standing a few meters from the people waiting in line.

And then he sees me.

He waves at me, with a big smile.

I try to smile too, but it comes out a bit weird. I run, -or speed-walk, over to him and he hugs me. A big hug that lasts a few seconds. Pretty much just like he usually does.

"Ah, I've missed you, (y/n)!" He just looks at me happily. Not a sign of anything else.

"I've missed you too" I really mean that. I smile at him too.

"So what flavor? And I swear if you pick vanilla and chocolate again I am never gonna let you hear the end of it!" -I said. It felt normal. Our interactions. Maybe everything will go back to normal now! I feel a little bit bad, but this was what he wanted, too.

"What's wrong with vanilla and chocolate?!"

"Vanilla; nothing, it's just plain, but chocolate ice cream kinda tastes like shit. Chocolate is great, but the ice cream: No!"

"Cmon! You literally eat "plain" vanilla with raw cookie dough."

"And it's a million times better!"

Felix and I spent the rest of the day together, first we ate our ice cream. Brownie fudge and cookie dough. We walked around the park for a while and then we walked back to his dorm. Then we just sat and talked for hours.

After that we talked everyday and things went back to normal. mostly.

To Felix and everyone else it probably seemed normal, but I keep getting nervous.

I don't know why and it's incredibly unlike me.

I would get it if I just felt guilty at times, but I'm just always nervous.

When he is talking to me, looking at me or just close to me in any way. I get nervous when he calls and texts me. I get nervous everytime i think about him, which lately is a lot.

I feel unsure of myself around him, for the first time in my life.

Maybe I do have a crush on Felix? It just doesn't make sense. If I did, I would know. I've always been so sure of my own feelings.

Maybe I'd been in love with him for years, I was just so used to it that I didn't notice?

No.. Back then, I had feelings for my ex and not much has changed between me and Felix, since then.

Can you have feelings for two people at the same time?

I don't think so..?

How do you even know that you have feelings for someone? What does "having feelings for someone" even mean?

My thoughts keep rambling. For hours. It's late, waaay too late to use my phone, but I still pull it out.

How do I know if I have feelings for someone? :I googled.

I click on the first link.

It's long and takes me forever to read. While I read I take mental notes. What I do and don't do. I do feel nervous around him, I care so much more about his opinion than everyone else's, I think about him a lot, list goes on.. But all of those could just be because he is so important to me.

I don't, -I can't, imagine being with him. -romantically. Or maybe I just haven't?

He would be a good boyfriend. I mean he basically already is. There aren't really that many differences, from our relationship now; to an actual relationship.

I think I've always viewed our friendship as more than any other kind of relationship.

I trust him with my life, I feel safe around him, I love spending time with him.. I love him.

That's how someone would feel about their partner, right? That, just plus the kissing and stuff.

I wouldn't mind kissing him. He has such nice lips. They look soft and... very kissable.

I'd like to kiss him.

You don't think like that about a friend. I wouldn't really want to kiss any of my other friends.

I've always been very attracted to him, haven't I? I've always thought he was the most beautiful person I've ever met. He looks like an angel. I just thought it was simply an observation. A fact. I can't imagine someone not finding him attractive. You just do?

I found him a million times more attractive than everyone I've ever dated. -Which probably isn't a very friendly thought.

I've always known that I love him. -I do.

What's the difference between loving someone and being in love with someone?

Isn't being in love with someone, just loving someone, while being attracted to them?

I love Felix and I'm for sure attracted to him.

I'm in love with Felix. -too.

Gosh. It feels like I'm floating. High up in the sky, looking through the skies down on the place I was laying two seconds ago.

The guilt I've been feeling the last few weeks is gone. Most of it. I still feel a little guilty for not realizing earlier. I don't know when I developed feelings, but it must've been a while ago.

I know now, though.

I know that I'm in love with Felix, too.

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I think I want to finish this off better, but if I do it might take a while. Don’t wait on it..(: 

Here might be part 3. 

[devils-little-sistaaa]

Ahhh yes my most hated type of weather. Hot humid. Hot humid. Hot humid. Hot humid.

I am going to jump off the roof of Empire State Building and when I survive and all the news casters are asking me why I did it while I’m being ushered to an ambulance simply for the fact I’m having a mental breakdown not because I was injured by the fall or anything. I’m going to say,,,, and if yall hear this one the national news tonight I want you all to know that is your beloved mutual, me, up there on that screen screaming about hot and humid,,,,,,,,I am going to say,,,,,,

I am going to to the news casters on national television “ITS WAY TOO HOT AND HUMID IN ALABAMA!!!! I ONLY DID THIS FOR ATTENTION BECAUSE I NEED THE HELP OF AN ARMY—YES THIS IS A RECRUITMENT FOR MY OWN PERSONAL ARMY DONT WORRY YALL WILL ONLY HAVE ONE NON LETHAL MISSION— I NEED HELP TO PICK UP THE ENTIRE STATE OF ALABAMA AND PUSH IT SOMEWHERE NOT SO HOT AND NOT SO HUMID BECAUSE I SERIOUSLY CANT TAKE THIS BULLSHIT ANYMORE” and then they pull me by my shoulders into the ambulance and drive away with me and I am never seen again because the very second I was released from the hospital I ran away to Antarctica and took up residency with the penguins and I will be much happier living there in the cold and dry ice and I will have many penguin family and friends to cuddle with.

[reiding-writing]

sweet Spencer realizing he has feelings for cold!Reader? I'm obsessed

OH NO. [ONESHOT]

/oʊ noʊ/

Spencer makes a (rather terrifying) revelation in relation to his ice-hearted coworker, who might not actually be all that ice-hearted.

WARNINGS: fem!reader

s6!spencer x cold!reader fluff?? 2.3k series masterlist!

a/n: based on the fact that it was 1°C when i left my house yesterday and i was freezing

main masterlist!!

Sometimes, Spencer Reid hated living in Virginia.

The temperature always felt colder than it did back in Vegas, no matter whether it was in the dead of winter or in the middle of summer, and for someone who didn’t have the best temperature regulation already, that just spelled extra issues for Spencer to deal with on top of everything else.

It was March for god’s sake, why was it only 40 degrees?

He walks into the office bundled up like a newborn baby, with a shirt, a vest, and a coat on, with a scarf wrapped tightly around his neck and knitted gloves on his hands.

He sits down in his desk chair with all the grace of an elephant trying to do ballet, the chair squeaking under his weight as he basically throws himself into it.

Morgan starts laughing almost immediately. “You look like you’ve just stepped out of Antarctica-”

“It’s cold,”

“It’s not that cold,”

“Those who have issues with temperature regulation are more susceptible to extreme temperature fluctuations when the weather changes,” Spencer rubs his hands together through his gloves in the hope that the kinetic energy will spread through his hands and warm the rest of his body.

“And let me guess, you’re one of those people?” Morgan raises his eyebrow with a smirk.

“Yes Morgan, I’m one of those people,” Spencer’s exasperated response is enough to send Morgan over the edge into laughter.

“Will you quiet down, it’s 8 in the morning for god’s sake,” Your arrival is announced with your usual snark, tiredness still lacing your tone as you walk around the two to reach your own desk opposite Spencer’s and pull a white beanie from your head to stuff it in the pocket of your coat.

“Sorry-”

“Not you Reid,” Despite the fact that you’re dismissing him as the recipient of your annoyance, it still sounds like you’re angry at him.

“Someone’s chipper this morning,” Morgan nudges Spencer like he’s speaking to him privately, but is raised enough that he knows you’ve heard it too. “You would’ve thought she’d be elated, she’s in her element now the temperature’s dropping,”

“I can hear you.” you scoff out your words as you unpack your bag on your desk.

“Oh I know, it’s more fun when you can hear me,” Morgan takes a sip from the mug in his hands with a smirk, leaning back in his chair once he’s decided you’d endured enough of his teasing for now.

You spend the next ten or so minutes in silence as everyone sets themselves up for the day. Everyone except Spencer evidently, who is still sat with all of his outerwear on despite the office being internally heated.

“Will you stop shaking?” Spencer turns his eyes away from his frozen hands at your question, although phrased more like an instruction under your usual tone. “I can see it in my peripheral vision and it’s distracting,”

“Oh um- I’m sorry,” Spencer clutched both of his hands tight together in an attempt to forcibly stop them from shaking.

“Don’t apologise, go make yourself a cup of coffee or something, those gloves aren’t doing anything to help you,”

“Right- Yeah,” Spencer takes your advice with a nod, standing up from his desk to practically run over to the kitchenette like your word was law.

“I know what you’re doing Ice Queen,” Morgan tilts his head knowingly at you as you watch Spencer scamper around the corner and out of sight, and you don’t turn your gaze towards him even after Spencer leaves your field of vision.

“I’m not doing anything,”

“You care about Reid’s well being,” He throws a balled up post-it note in your direction, hitting you in the side of your head and acting as an incentive to look in his direction, shooting daggers at the bridge of his nose. “You can’t hide it from me sweetheart, your icy façade is melting as we speak,”

“Whatever,” You roll your eyes as you stand up from your chair, exiting the conversation with a scoff as you walk around the bullpen and disappear into the unisex bathroom.

You still haven’t returned by the time Spencer walks back to his desk with a steaming mug of coffee cradled in both hands, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly at your empty desk chair as he took his seat.

“She just went to the bathroom genius she hasn’t disappeared off the face of the earth,” Morgan laughs in amusement at Spencer’s expression, staring at your chair like his gaze will magically will you into existence.

Then his vision goes dark, and he can hear Morgan’s laughter escalate. He’s not sure exactly what’s happening at first, but as his wind-chilled ears begin to warm and his eyelashes catch on something as he tries to open his eyes he realises that his vision has been physically obstructed by something.

He pulls up on the material covering his eyes, and like a magic trick, where your chair was empty before you are now sitting in it, head lowered to hide behind the screen of your computer monitor as Morgan continues to chortle at the two of you.

It’s a quick realisation that what was previously covering his eyes was a hat, specifically the white beanie that you’d walked into the office wearing this morning.

“What did I say?” Morgan gestures outwards with his hands like he’d proved some point to you that Spencer was clearly ignorant to.

“Shut your mouth or I’ll pull out all your teeth and do it for you,”

“Ooh I’m so scared, Reid protect me from this absolute monster,” Morgan presses his hand to his chest dramatically, leaning back in his chair with a smirk etched onto his face.

Spencer doesn’t so much as spare Morgan a glance at his comment, blankly staring in your direction as his brain computes what exactly had just happened. He was wearing your hat now? You’d put your hat on his head? You’d walked over, taken your hat, and physically put it on his head?

Under normal circumstances he’s sure he’d die of embarrassment at so much as the thought of having something that personally belonged to you in his possession, let alone be actually wearing something the belonged to you and invaded his olfactory neurons with your scent.

Yet here he was, so absolutely dumbfounded by your actions that he didn’t even have the mental capacity to be embarrassed.

“Reid,” Morgan nudges his shoulder, and Spencer turns to him with wide eyes and a half-absent expression.

“Huh?”

“Wow, look what you did to him, he’s completely shut down,” Morgan throws another balled up post-it in your direction, hitting you in the shoulder this time, and you bite your tongue as you turn your head up to look at the two boys across from you once more.

Your eyes are narrowed as you glare in Morgan’s direction, but he takes no notice of it whatsoever as he gestures towards Spencer with his head, smirking all the while.

Your gaze is substantially softer once your eyes flicker over to the boy sitting opposite you. The hat really seems to complete the whole ‘just stepped out of a blizzard’ look that Spencer’s outfit seemed to radiate, and the bright red of his cheeks seemed to amplify that look tenfold.

“Are you still cold?” You ask the question like you’re annoyed at him, and he takes it as your irritation from Morgan’s constant teasing bleeding into your speech rather than you genuinely being irked by him. After all, you had gone out of your way to help him warm up right? Then again that could’ve been because you just didn’t want to watch him shiver anymore. You did say it was distracting-

“Reid.” He turns his eyes up towards you as you speak his name with all the conviction of an aggrieved high school teacher.

“Yes? I mean- Not ‘yes’ I’m cold- ‘yes’ like I’m paying attention- You know- Uh-” You hold up a hand to stop Spencer from spinning into a spiral as he tries to elaborate on what his response meant.

“You’re not cold anymore?” You keep your eyes trained on him as you ask the question, emphasising it a way that indicated you wanted a straight answer from him and not some half baked explanation of why he was/wasn’t.

“No… Well, my hands are-” Spencer stops himself prematurely with a shake of his head. “No- No I’m not cold anymore, I’m okay now,”

“Your hands are still cold?”

Spencer nods, looking down at his hands sheepishly as if they've betrayed him.

You watch Spencer's hands for a moment before making a decision. With a resigned sigh, you reach into your coat pocket and pull out a small red hand warmer, holding it out over the divide between your desks to offer it to him without a word.

Spencer's eyes widen in surprise as he takes the hand warmer from you, a sinking feeling shooting through his chest as your fingers brush his. But it wasn’t the kind he’d grown accustomed to when speaking to you.

There wasn’t a shred of intimidation or lingering insecurity, it didn’t send a chill down his spine or make him feel the need to curl into himself, it instead left a strangely comfortable warmth in it’s wake, one that was quickly proving to be more useful at warming him up than the gel packet held between his fingertips.

It was a sensation he wasn’t sure he’d ever actually felt before, and his mind couldn’t make up whether it’s origin was the temperature difference in your hands as they brushed each other and the inherent warmth of your hand graced his, or whether it was an internal situation where your silent act of consideration was literally tricking his body into believing it was warmer just as a result of your actions.

Either way, he suddenly felt very warm.

He fumbles with the warmer for a second before tugging off his gloves and snapping the small disk to start the chemical reaction. "Thanks," he murmurs, his cheeks flushing slightly.

"Don't mention it," you reply, turning back to your computer screen with complete nonchalance in your tone.

Spencer nods softly at your response, rolling the packet between the palms of his hands as his eyes linger on your face even after you look away.

Spencer’s beginning to be increasingly distracted from his files by thoughts of you. Your hidden kindness, your wit, the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, the way you chew on the end of your pen when you're concentrating, the way your nose scrunches up when you're deep in thought-

He realises, with a jolt, that he's falling for you.

It hits him like a ton of bricks, and for a moment, he's paralysed with a mix of astonishment and fear. How had he not noticed it before? He's never been good at relationships, maybe that’s why. He didn’t exactly know what constituted as real feelings for someone.

Morgan watches the exchange with a smirk, but there's something softer in his expression as he looks between the two of you, specifically towards the puddle of Spencer’s emotions showing all over his face. He clears his throat, breaking the momentary silence.

"Well, now that everyone's warm and cozy, shall we get to work?" he says, trying to inject some levity into the situation.

Spencer nods, already diving into the case file on his desk as a means of desperately trying to get the image of your face and the feeling of your fingers brushing against his hand out of his head. You follow suit, the warmth spreading through the bullpen as you all settle into your routine.

He tries to focus on the case at hand, but his mind keeps wandering back to you. He remembers the feeling of your hand brushing against his, the way his heart had fluttered in his chest at the contact. It's a feeling he can't quite shake, and he's not sure he wants to. That was the worst part.

Oh no.

[jjungkookislife]

Quarterly Fic Recs 2023: #1

Hello! I'm back with the first quarterly fic rec list of the year! I didn't read much these past few months but here are the fics I enjoyed!

Seokjin

Knocked @sailoryooons

summary: Living with people is difficult, but all things considered, your new roommate isn’t terrible. He cooks, he cleans, and if you had to be honest - incredibly attractive. But his habit of streaming until the early hours of the morning while yelling and making other questionable noises has pushed you to the limit. You’ve finally decided to risk your sanity and put it all on the line with a reckless bet in hopes of getting some peace and quiet at night.

Yoongi

Twirl For Me @gimmethatagustd

summary: You’re perfectly content with admiring your ballet student’s father from afar, until he discovers the secret of your second job when he pays for a VIP room at the local strip club. What’s worse is your new knowledge of his secret life that won’t let you get him off your mind, no matter how awful it is. 

Under the Ice @hamsterclaw

summary: You and your partner Jimin are part of an emergency evacuation on the Hope base in Antarctica. A crack team is drafted in to help. The only problem? It includes your ex-husband Min Yoongi.

The Window @kithtaehyung

summary: you get to spend the holidays in a lavish private lodge with your brother and all his friends. but you’re just really fucking sad tonight… and maybe a bit mad, too.

Hoseok

none :(

Namjoon

Baby Fever @wildestdreamsblog

summary: You were more than just a secretary to him.

Jimin

none :(

Taehyung

none :(

Jungkook

Cherry Bomb @milfgyuu

summary: You’re a cocktail waitress in a high end nightclub and you’ve been mutually crushing on one of the bartenders. Tonight, one of your customers oversteps boundaries and when Jungkook gets involved, you’re ready to toss your ‘no dating co-workers’ policy out the window. 

Because I Love You Ch. 7 @readyplayerhobi

summary: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

The Art of Trying @venusiangguk

summary: you’re trying to forget jungkook, but he’s trying to make sure you remember why you shouldn’t. 

Love to Hate (Extra Scene 1: Jungkook's POV) @kpopfanfictrash

summary: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Antidote @gimmethatagustd

summary: You know exactly how to make your boyfriend feel better when he’s feeling down, but he has his own plans.

Busted Again @btsgotjams27

summary: jungkook looks way too good in this outfit, and you need him to do some unspeakable things to you while in it.

OT7/Multiple Members

none :(

Seokjin

none :(

Yoongi

none :(

Hoseok

Good Teacher @here2bbtstrash

summary: hoseok teaching reader to suck dick ft. a serious virginity kink

Let's Put On a Show @/readyplayerhobi

summary: Welcome to HopeWorld! Lay back and enjoy a show with BehindTheScene’s number one dominant camboy, Hope! Are you looking for a Master to make you whine? A Sir to make you beg? Or a Daddy to treat you right? Hope’s got something for everyone...

Flower ^

summary: You finally decide to take a dip into the world of online dating and find the Flower dating app. One of the top matches for you proves to be a guy who looks to be your complete opposite; tattooed, pierced, a metalhead and oh…incredibly handsome. What happens when you throw caution to the wind and reach out to him?

Peppermint ^

summary: Achieving your dream job is something that very people manage to do, which is why you’re all the more happier when you land a job on the film team at Poppin’ Culture; the biggest pop culture website, blog and YouTube channel around. What you don’t expect however, is to fall for the exceptionally shy and awkward colleague who is not even remotely your type. Or is he?

Transference @dark-muse-iris

summary: Prolonged periods of work-related stress bring you to a crossroads in your life that leaves you prone to make impulsive decisions. During a routine visit to the local bakery, you stumble upon an intriguing business card belonging to a "tantric therapist" and take a risk. When you discover your therapist is an attractive young man with a penchant for shibari, you throw caution to the wind as he helps guide you to self-recovery.

Gone Wild @johobi

summary: Hoseok consumes porn like he does Cheetos: in unhealthily large amounts. He’s seen, and jacked off to, most things imaginable. But there are those photos that always draw him back…

Namjoon

Leave No Trace Behind @yoongiphoria

famous!namjoon x gn!reader

Jimin

I Can Do Better @here4btsfics

summary: Your boyfriend of two years just dumped you and you're angry and sad. So get hammered with your coworker at his place and eat bad food and watch trash TV. Which leads to some interesting conversations.

Taehyung

Daydreaming @hisunshiine

summary: Give me all of your love, gimme something to dream about. KTH is your favorite camboy, and as a loyal subscriber, you are chosen to test out some new features on the platform he uses to go live. He’s really good at selling his viewers a dream, and as a thanks to a new milemark he’s hit on the platform, he’s choosing one winner to get their fantasy scene. 

Late Night Talking ^

summary: ‘we’ve been doing all this late-night talking about anything you want until the morning, now you’re in my life, i can’t get you off my mind.’ KTH is your favorite camboy, & you’ve just been chosen as the winner of his contest. The winner gets to have their fantasy play out, with a twist and a gift...the platform is testing a new ability to allow the content creators to also see their subscribers in real time. 

Cinema ^

summary: i guess we’re in time, if you’re getting yourself wet for me. KTH is your favorite camboy, & after winning a contest, the two of you have grown closer and gotten to know each other after a one-on-one session. After realizing you live in the same city, he asks to meet you—IRL.

Jungkook

The Ex Text @kookdiaries

summary: The 2 AM texts have started again, and despite wishing to forget him, you’ll never have anyone as good as your ex.

Because I Love You Ch. 8 @/readyplayerhobi

summary: According to society, Jeon Jungkook should not be with you. He should be with a younger, hotter and thinner girl instead of wasting his time on you. It’s a good thing Jungkook doesn’t care what society thinks then.

Lucky, Lucky Girl @kth1fics

summary: The joy of Jungkook having a grand ol’ time with his own personal karaoke night causes you, his roommate, to grow more and more annoyed.

Love to Hate (Extra Scene 2: Jungkook's POV) @/kpopfanfictrash

summary: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function – or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can’t deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed… and quickly realize you’re in far, far deeper than you ever intended.

Red-Handed @bangtanstanst

summary: Two lessons learned today: patience is a virtue, and fitting rooms are much less private than you thought.

On Mute @yoon-kooks

summary: You always assumed your handsome coworker was down to fuck anyone in the office except for you. He always assumed you weren’t interested in a guy like him. And both of you were content with never admitting your feelings… until he unknowingly confided in you in the realms of a certain tactical FPS game.

Micro-orgasm @dovechim

summary: biology lab takes an entirely different spin when you find something unexpected in your cheek cell sample. 

OT7/Multiple Members

Before I Leave You Ch. 47 @hollyhomburg

summary: A visit to Namjoon’s hospital to get tae on some gender affirming hormones (good girl juice) leads to some…surprising developments. “You can’t just say ‘addictive slick’ and expect us to be on board with it!?”

Seokjin

9 Months to Fall In Love Ch. 21 Ch. 22 Ch. 23 @floralseokjin

summary: It seems like everyone around you is either already in love, or in the process of falling, and while normally you couldn’t give a damn, finding out the co-worker you’ve had a teensy crush on is dating someone else at the office seems to sucker punch you right in the gut. It’s stupid, and you’re irritated at yourself, but you can’t seem to shake out of the funk you’ve fallen face first in. Feeling lonely and heartsore, and mad for no reason, during drinks with your best friend you spot a man at the bar. Tequila confident, you make your way over to the stranger, and successfully one thing leads to another. The next morning you leave before he’s woken up, feeling satisfied in one way, but still as discontented as ever. Telling yourself it was an inebriated mistake, you quickly try to forget about it. Only, three weeks later that night comes back to haunt you – in a very unescapable way…

Yoongi

Ego: Hoe Chronicles @suga-kookiemonster

summary: he was messing with you again. he was messing with you, trying to get a reaction out of you simply for his own amusement. but you refused to give it to him—refused to give him the satisfaction of playing right into his hands.

Three Tangerines @/kithtaehyung

summary: throughout high school, you sometimes caught glimpses of your brother’s older friends: some of them were sweet, some of them were smart. but the one closest to him? that guy was a total f*ckboy from day one. after a foray of horrid relationships spanning years - ending with one that broke up with you for an alarming reason - you needed advice on what the hell you were doing wrong… and this wasn’t a conversation for anyone sweet or smart.

Summer BBQ ^

summary: the summer cookout at your place is fun as hell despite the way you have to avoid yoongi looking like sin incarnate. but when he gets asked an unavoidable question, you suddenly feel exposed. and very, very cold. 

Fortuitous @underthejoon

summary: Your fates were sealed long before your paths crossed. Get your diploma and get married. You were similar in that way – both bound by outdated customs. Falling in love was never something either of you dared to dream about. Until it happened.

Of Fire and Love @/hollyhomburg

summary: When Dragon Yoongi finds baby Jungkook in the wreckage of a house he burned down, he can’t bring himself to kill the child. Months after someone drops off a baby at your door, you start to notice something- or someone, lurking at the edge of the woods.

Sweetener @taegularities

summary: You used to know how he sounded when you were wrapped around him, but circumstances have pulled you apart and sent you scattering in opposite directions. Feelings shouldn't reappear so easily by simple words, but when you find yourselves in the same place once again, this is exactly what happens.

Take Five @jiminrings

summary: dr. min yoongi’s a board-certified dermatologist; skilled, renowned, and in-demand — oh and also, he’s divorced. alternatively, you’re yoongi’s nurse and you have a crush on him, and he gives you five chances to ask him out — he never said anything about accepting though.

Insemination Wars @prolixitae

summary: getting pregnant isn’t an easy feat, especially when balancing work and a stubborn husband. a chronological compilation that highlights the trial and error of good old-fashioned baby making

Crescent Bound @parkhabits

summary: Being a transfer student in the middle of the term was no one’s ideal choice. Maybe this time would be different, this time you’d try and branch out of your little academic bubble and create a social life, friendships, maybe even find love. It didn’t take long to figure out that Min Yoongi only associated within his specific group. Yet something drew you to him and him to you, however you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more to him. 

The Airdrop Incident @/yoon-kooks

summary: You accidentally AirDrop a racy photo of yourself in strappy lingerie to your hot and arrogant neighbor Min Yoongi.

Hoseok

none :(

Namjoon

Make a Move @joheunsaram

summary: Your perfect summer bucket list was almost complete, except for one newly added item.

You're Welcome to Stay, If You Want @taleasnewastime

werewolf au

Jimin

Put It On Me @jimilter

summary: When you signed up to model your cleavage for a jewelry commercial, no one bothered to tell you it wasn’t gonna be a solo shoot. It’s unfair being blindsided and you want to protest, but A-list model and flirt extraordinaire Park Jimin’s steel-cut abs have you kinda tongue-tied. And then you get kinda too busy thinking of other ways in which you’d like him to shut you up.

Taehyung

Beautiful Dreamer @mikrokcsmos

summary: in which you’re on your honeymoon, and though you should be enamored by the sights around you – you still believe that your husband is better.

Ladybug @cupoftaae

Jungkook

Sweet Nothing @adonis-koo

summary: being a guest at the Jeon Estate after a mishap of being kidnapped and dragged into your brothers affairs isn’t all that bad. Truth be told it brings you a lot closer to the mobster and owner of the estate Jeon Jungkook himself. His two rules are simple, don’t cause trouble and don’t give him a hard time. Somehow you manage to constantly do both in the most endearing way despite being pregnant and waddling around most of the time.

T-Shirt @still-with-koo

summary: you wake up in your friend’s bed after spending last night partying at his sister’s wedding as his fake girlfriend.

OT7/Multiple Members

The Sordid Place Ch. 2 @nabiolive

summary: Namjoon breaks down and installs Grindr after his friends complain he is “terminally single,” despite never really being into hook ups. Jungkook is an old pro at the hookup app. Their connection is instant.

Collateral ^

summary: Your ex-boyfriend gets in over his head working for the local mafia, and Boss Min has come to collect his payment: You. But was it simply a matter of being in the wrong place at the wrong time? Or has he always had his sights on you?

Before I Leave You Ch. 49 @hollyhomburg

summary: Hobi has a bad day, you make it better.

Daydreams @euphoricfilter

summary: sometimes it’s nice to get lost in daydreams

[a-cloud-for-dreams]

My Baby Penguin

Prompt By @imagining-in-the-margins: Spencer and someone goes to/meet at the aquarium (I saw the Trivia post and had to write this lol ty for making it!)

Spencer Reid x F!OC (Dr. Aaliyah Hadid)

TW: mention of fear and child abductions

A/N: Sorry, this is kinda messy since it's a draft but I thought it was cute so 😭

When Aaliyah Hadid took the day off from the BAU to spend the day with her family at the local aquarium, she didn't expect to debate with a five-year-old about whether or not to get another stuffed animal. It's not like she didn't want to spoil her kid, but it would be an understatement to say that their home was already filled with toys from baby showers and previous birthdays, mostly from her unofficial aunts and uncles.

"Cleo, we talked about this," Liya says sternly while crossing her arms. "You agreed to one stuffed animal." Spencer stood between his two favorite girls struggling to pick a side while his daughter pouted.

"But mami, he's so cute! And Daddy said penguins are super cool, right Daddy?" she turned to him with her big doe eyes.

"She's right, actually. We saw the documentary about Antarctica and actually, many penguin couples can locate each other using distinct calls-" he starts to wave his hands excitedly while explaining before he is interrupted.

"Spence!" she exclaimed. "I love you and your fun facts but you aren't helping right now babe."

"Sorry sweetheart," he apologizes, leaning over to be on the same level as his daughter. "Sorry pumpkin, we already agreed to one stuffed animal right? And we know how important it is to keep our promises." She frowned and gave the soft pumpkin a big hug.

"Okay Daddy," she replied solemnly. Aaliyah chuckles against her will. Daddy's Girl.

As she puts the toy back, Spencer sighs. For some reason, he couldn't live with the guilt that came with not getting her the toy. What if she hates him? Or worse, hates him? Besides, it's just one toy...

"Liya, honey?" he pulls her aside. "Maybe we could try to work out a new agreement?"

"Spencer..." she warns him. "Did she already get to you?"

"I can't help it! She has your perfect eyes," he cradled her face in his hands. She sighed.

"Spence, I love her too, but we can't give in to her every time. We already let her have ice cream and we agreed to extra TV time. If we keep this up, she's going to feel like she can get whatever she wants without any consequence."

"Would that be a bad thing?"

"You know that's not what I- Wait, where did she go?"

"Hmm?"

The sudden dread kicked in, and it felt like their blood ran cold. The two have worked many abduction cases before and were easily able to sympathize with the parents, but this? Actually, being in this situation? It felt completely different, like wanting to freeze yet feeling a sudden urge to run in every direction possible.

Cleo couldn't have gone that far, that's for sure, and they didn't hear anything, so she was probably not taken by force. But then again, she also wouldn't leave with a stranger, the two taught her better than that.

As they spiraled through their worst fears, they found her in the corner of the other side of the store hugging another penguin that was practically her height. Spencer and Aaliyah threw their arms around the little girl, doing their best to hide their watery eyes.

"Don't ever do that to us again sweetheart, promise us," Spencer begged. All Cleo could do was nod before they released her. She showed off her newfound penguin bigger than the last one.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to show you the big penguin," she sniffled, scared she made her parents mad. Aaliyah kissed her forehead and smiled.

"You know what, fine. We'll get the big penguin. But in return, I want five good snuggles, is that okay?" she asked.

"Okay mami, I love you. And I love you, Daddy. Can you tell me more things about penguins?"

Spencer's face lit up immediately. "Of course, I can sweetheart!"

And as they left the aquarium, Aaliyah reached two conclusions. One, she loves her dorky husband and her adorable daughter unconditionally no matter the ridiculous things they can do sometimes it's not like she hasn't made mistakes either. And two, she will never let her husband handle negotiations with their daughter again.

[impishtubist]

uncle james & teddy lupin

(Shout-out to the discord for helping me brainstorm some ideas for this, and a special shout-out to @greyeyedmonster-18 because I stole literally all your ideas for ridiculous presents lmao)

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It was uncanny, really, how Teddy was the perfect blend of his two best friends. His green eyes and curls were all Remus, but his face was almost an identical copy of Sirius’s. As a result, James had never been able to deny the boy anything--not that he had ever tried too hard. 

“James Potter, I swear to Godric--” Sirius pinched the bridge of his nose and closed his eyes. “What have you done?” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” James was sitting cross-legged on the floor, Teddy in his lap. He tickled his godson’s sides, and Teddy giggled. “We just went out for lunch, didn’t we, Teds?”

“Yeah!” Teddy said. “And then we went shoppin’!” 

“We just popped into a few stores,” James said. “I had to pick up a few things for dinner.” 

“You went shopping for dinner in the toy store?” Sirius gestured at the six bags scattered across the sitting room. “James, he doesn’t need all these! He just had a birthday last month!”

“So?” James shrugged. “Your house is big enough. Besides, Teddy said he loves all of these toys.” 

“Yeah, he’ll love them until we bring them all home, and then they’ll sit unused in their packaging for years,” Sirius grumbled. He gestured at the broomstick that was propped against an armchair. “And seriously, James? He can’t walk without tripping over his own two feet, and you got him a broomstick?”

“You don’t have to walk to be able to fly!” 

“And what about the Kneazle?”

The as-yet-unnamed Kneazle rubbed against Teddy, purring loudly, and Teddy hugged her around the middle. “She’s my best friend!” 

James shrugged. “Teddy said he wanted a pet.” 

“James--”

“Sirius,” James said cheerfully, “do you remember June of ‘86?”

Sirius crossed his arms. “What about it?”

“When Regulus had to go to Argentina for work and I had to fly in the World Cup and we had to leave Harry with you for a week?”

Sirius flushed. “That has nothing to do with this!” 

“Remember how we came home and we found out you had bought Harry an island?”

“It was uninhabited! No one was using it!”

“The sheep certainly were!” 

“It was prime real estate!”

“It was near Antarctica, Sirius, it was freezing year-round!” James exclaimed. “And shall we tally up all the other ridiculous things you’ve bought for Harry over the years? An island, four cities, a highway in America, some alpacas, and an ice cream truck! So if I buy your kid some toys, a broomstick, and a Kneazle, you’re going to put up with it and thank me for not buying him an island!”   

“I hate you,” Sirius muttered.

“Uh-huh.” James got to his feet, Teddy in his arms, and he passed the boy over to Sirius. “Usual time on Sunday?” 

“Yeah,” Sirius said sullenly. Teddy rested his head on Sirius’s shoulder, and Sirius kissed his forehead. “Bring the good wine this time.” 

“Will do.” James cast a Shrinking spell on all of the day’s purchases, except for the Kneazle, and put the tiny packages in the pocket of Sirius’s robes. He then scooped up the Kneazle and placed her in Sirius’s free arm. “Give Moony a kiss from me.” 

“Of course.” James took a handful of Floo powder from the pot and tossed it into the fire. Sirius stepped into the flames. “Bye, Potter.”

“Bye, Black.”

[daughter-of-sapph0]

yes, blindly trusting scientists is bad. you shouldn't just believe anything someone says without questioning it. the point of science is to question everything. and scientists are humans who make mistakes sometimes. that's why science is always changing. we're always learning more about how the universe works, and our old theories are replaced with new theories.

but blindly believing scientists is just as bad as blindly ignoring them. infact, blindly ignoring them can actually be worse, and even detrimental to you and everyone around you.

like, I absolutely hate this new trend of people (particularly the annoying cunts on twitter) going full "I refuse to accept science. all scientists are paid off by the government! nasa is lying to you! the earth is flat and bread is mind control!"

refusing to accept anything an expert says on a certain topic is actually more harmful than believing them without question.

let me give you an example. Bob is a scientist. specifically, he's a botanist. he has studied plants for over twenty years. he has multiple phds. he, along with his group of other botanist friends, perform a rigorous study on whether or not fire kills plants. it should be obvious that fire kills plants. but you can't be sure unless you test it. so Bob and his team set fire to 70 different kinds of plants. and all of them died. they come to the conclusion that fire might be significantly harmful to plants. right now, you have three options. believe them, disbelieve them, or do nothing. if you believe them, you will not burning your plants. if you do nothing, then (I hope) you will still not burn your plants. because no normal person burns their plants and expects them to survive. but if you blindly question every single scientist on every single subject and do the exact opposite of what they say, then you'd take a blowtorch to your fields except a bountiful harvest. and you'll look like a fucking idiot when you end up with thirty acres of ash and zero tomatoes.

I'm not saying to blindly believe scientists. that's absolutely not at all what I'm saying.

I'm saying that if you dedicate your entire life to being a contrarian who thinks you know more about a subject than the people who have studied it for decades, then you're gonna end up looking like an idiot.

if you wanna be an idiot, that's fine. just don't be upset when no one wants to take you seriously.

if you go up to gender studies scientists who have studied intersex people, gender dysphoria, queer history, and transgender hormonal replacement therapy for basically their entire lives, and you tell them "uh, stupid liberals, there's only two genders. penis and vagina! it's basic biology", you're gonna get laughed at.

if you go up to astrophysicists who have studied rocket science, gravity, the earth, space, and physics for basically their entire lives and yell at them saying "the earth is flat! nasa is lying to you! there's a giant ice wall where Antarctica should be!", you're going to have tomatos thrown at you.

if you go up to geologists who have studied carbon dating, fossils, continental drift, cave systems, and the earth's crust for basically their entire lives, and you say "uh, dinosaurs aren't real. God put them there to test your faith! the earth is only two thousand and twenty two years old, because that's when Jesus was born", you're gonna be hit in the head with a rock.

I guarantee that you do not know more than the people who have dedicated their entire lives to knowledge.

again, this isn't to say that you should blindly believe all scientists ever. some scientists only have their own interests in mind when publishing data. some scientists perform faulty experiments, and it's your responsibility to call them out on that. some scientists aren't even scientists, and are just scammers in a lab coat.

but if you are in a situation where the data and experiment and the team of scientists are supported by other evidence and peer reviewed and accepted by basically the entire rest of the world, it's much better to listen to them, rather than trying to "disprove" or "debunk" them with the same credibility as a flat earth youtube channel.

blindly disagreeing with science is bad.

refusing to accept new knowledge is bad.

refusing to change your mind ever is bad.

you go your entire life without trying to better yourself or grow or change, and all you do is get in arguments with everyone all the time, and you think you're the only person who's right about anything... and then you wonder why no one likes you, you have no friends, the only reason you have a bunch of stupid fans is because you're rich.