#i love my tchotchkes

[cicadaofthelake]

to the anon who wanted a room reveal, here’s my desk, my cd/book case and my dresser

[un-ionizetheradlab]

I will take J. Robert Oppenheimer home and treat him to a good meal. :)

Tagging @lacontroller1991 @la-cosmonauta-extraterrestre @council-of-beetroot @chloriine36 and @diteach!

tagged by @toodivineadream tagging @whileyoureinschoolidothisallday @goingsparebutwithprecision @aurpiment @sleepyminyard

[martyrbat]

honestly i dont think people appreciate bruces little klepto tendencies as much as i do.....

[unganseylike]

can we talk about this cursed wretched chicken my mom refuses to get rid of? please im dying to talk about that cursed wretched chicken my mom refuses to get rid of

[cemetery-circus]

My thing about Sportacus is that I get defensive when he's written as a #Purebaby brainless golden retriever himbo that just flips and fucks around, but the first adjective I always use when describing him is some variation of dumb or stupid. He's my dumb little elf. I don't think he's dumb but he's my dumb little elf, ya know?

[beheadable]

Rent free in my fuckin head and for what. I really need to bite him

[meatmensch]

Jamie: I'm gonna buy the whole team PS5s. They'll fucking love me. Ted: Yeah, but, you know, some folks might also consider that buying affection. Jamie: Exactly. Yeah, what better thing to spend money on than love?

This exchange from S2E03 is really depressing. This is a learned behavior. His dad is scum of the Earth. We know from S3E06 that, when Jamie was in his teens, his dad was trying to act like a super-dad, and buying him stuff, like trips to Amsterdam, and tickets to matches, and sex. He thinks money equals love dawggg 😭

[bosspigeon]

Trinket and sticker tour? :> I love seeing people’s knickknacks.

I HAVE SO MANY TRINKETS!!!

[90stvqueen]

I told my mom I want the Buffy box set on DVD for Christmas or my birthday and she was like "can't I spread it out over a few years? Just give you what I find at garage sales each year until you have the full set?" First of all I have never seen BtVS DVDs at a garage sale, second of all I know she won't be able to keep track of what she got me over the course of several years, and third of all fuck it I'll just buy them myself

[sanguineousinkblot]

list 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the ask box of the last 10 people who reblogged something from you! get to know your mutuals and followers. ꨄ

1) Trinkets. Gimme some fun little antique tchotchkes, a weird rock, some fiddly little thing a friend made, and let me have them about me! They could be on display or tucked in a secret and shadowed corner of a shelf, but whenever I see one of my *things* it gives me joy.

2) Old shit. This is in line with number one, but extends to things like furniture and typewriters if/when I can find them affordably. The key is to wait and be patient. I literally had a gently used chair/ottoman I couldn't afford suddenly get listed as "free to anyone who will just come get it and I was THERE. I'm happy that I get to give new life to something old, and that my possessions have stories behind them.

3) The beach. I'm talking like, a craggy and stony beach. I am a child of mountains and deserts, and this will likely be where I find my home, but I gotta tell you, a beach like this gives me SUCH pure and unmitigated joy. The majesty of the ocean, the critters and things that live around there, the sound of waves crashing against rocks... Phenomenal. And don't even get me started on beachcombing. Suffice it to say, I'd spend SO much of my time picking things like sea glass off the beach if I could.

4) My nest. I love an adventure, but nothing beats being able to come back home afterwards and be in your own lovely space. I've worked hard to make my space feel good, and by the gods I like spending time amongst the cool shit I have. Also home is where the books and tea and food are.

5) Stories. The best things in this world have a tale behind them, as do the best people, and I adore when I get to learn a new bit of information and tuck it into the cabinets of "lore" that exist in my brain.

[littlecornerinbrooklyn]

just found the Vegas bottle opener my boss bought me when we were there for a convention and like...souveniers fucking rule man, gifts are so cool, i love being reminded of people & places with little objects!!!

[atlabeth]

plastic hearts

pt 2

pairing: spencer reid x fem!gideon reader

summary: spencer gets a front row seat to some gideon family matters.

a/n: full 100% credit to @hotchfiles for her gideon!reader idea and thank you sm for allowing me to take a stab at her w spence, i love messy women and this was actually so fun for me lmao. i owe you everything for getting me out of this mini writing slump!! this just reinforces the fact that arguments are my fav thing to write bc this came out of nowhere lmao

wc: 1.1k

warning(s): very messy family relationship lol gideon and reader argue the whole time. reader's got daddy issues and a one-sided grudge against spence. drama and tension and not a good time for anyone but me

“Gideon, I was looking over the most recent case file and I—” 

Spencer is just barely able to avoid stumbling over both his words and himself only after he’s walked halfway into Gideon’s office. He’s nowhere to be found, only a pretty girl around his age sitting in the chair across from his desk with taut lips and a frown that you turn on him. 

“You’re not Gideon,” Spencer says dumbly. 

“Very astute,” you say. “They clearly hire the best here.” 

“W— who are you, exactly?” he asks. “And why are you in Gideon’s office? And where is he?” 

“That’s a lot of questions.” You tilt your head to the side. “Not surprised he hasn’t talked about me.” 

And once again, Spencer finds himself just staring at you. He’s pouring over every interaction he’s had with Jason Gideon since he started working here, every knickknack and tchotchke he’s ever seen on his desk, any pictures he might’ve seen from glimpses at his wallet. 

“You’re Reid, right?” Your eyes narrow in, and despite being around you for no more than a minute, he already feels like he’s doing something wrong. “He talks about you a lot. Probably more than me.” 

“Spencer Reid,” he says. “Uh— Doctor Spencer Reid, actually, but—” Spencer blinks and shakes his head, because why are you the one leading the conversation here? “Who are you, exactly? Because Gideon doesn’t really like visitors and he never really has them anyway and I really have to talk to him about something, so if you could just tell me where he is that would be great.” 

“I don’t know, but I’m surprised you don’t. He seems to like you a lot more than he likes me.” You huff a laugh. “I’m supposed to be here. He probably just forgot about it.”

Spencer opens his mouth to ask you again to just please say your name because the last thing he needs on his hands right now is a security hazard with him as the first line of defense, but he’s saved by the bell, because Gideon walks in right at that moment. 

He stops in his tracks as soon as he crosses the threshold, the pile of files and folders in his hands losing his interest—Spencer doesn’t even think he sees him, the way his eyes immediately lock in on you. He says your name, and Spencer doesn’t have to be a profiler to pick up on the annoyance. He swears he gets a hint of guilt, too. 

“I didn’t know you were coming to the office today,” he says. 

“Figures,” you remark. “We only made plans a week in advance and I only emailed you three times and called you today to make sure. How could you possibly remember?”  

“I never got a call.” 

“You never picked up.” 

“I was busy,” he says. “This job—” 

“I know,” you intone dryly. “It’s always the job.” 

“Gideon, I have a question.”

Spencer knows it’s not the best time, but the tension has shot up and the temperature has shot down, and he would really like to get out of here as soon as possible. Gideon frowns as he looks at him, and if Spencer didn’t know who he was working with he would have thought he was noticing him for the first time. 

“How rude of me.” Gideon walks over to his desk, and his voice is oddly restrained as he gestures at you. “Reid, meet my daughter.” 

He doesn’t even get the chance to say that wasn’t his question, because his eyes nearly burst out of his head as Gideon says your name and, more importantly, your title. 

“Your— your daughter?” 

“There it is,” you say wryly. “It’s heartwarming to know how much you talk about me, Dad.” 

“We don’t need to do this right now,” Gideon says as he sets his files down. He looks more tired than usual. 

“No, I think we do.” You lean forward, resting your elbows on your legs. “Because you finally agreed to fit me into your schedule for once, and instead, I meet boy wonder before I meet you.” 

“You don’t need to bring Reid into this,” he says. 

“I think I do,” you repeat. “Because I know about him and his three PhDs and how he’s the youngest agent here, and he doesn’t even know my name.” You look at Reid, a falsely disarming smile spreading across your lips. “You didn’t know my name, did you? I mean, based on that reaction, I don’t think you knew he had a daughter.” 

Spencer’s mouth opens and nothing comes out. He looks at Gideon for help, and he lets out a deep sigh as he says your name.

“I’m sorry,” he says. “Can we reschedule?” 

“No,” you say. “I have a job of my own too, y’know. This was the only spot I could carve out to come see you—I’m blocked in for the next month.” 

“We just got a case,” he says. “We have to brief everyone and be out within the hour.”

“Of course,” you say bombastically. “You always have a goddamn case, Dad.” 

“I have no control over it,” Gideon says, his voice pained. “You know that.” 

“Maybe not over the case, but you have some pull here,” you say. “And you’re in full control when you decide not to pick up the phone.” 

“I didn’t ignore you,” he says, but you’re already shaking your head. 

“That’s not good enough.” You pick your purse up from the ground and sling it over your shoulder, and your glare shifts to Spencer. “Maybe I should get a job here. Maybe you’d give me the same attention you give to him.” 

Spencer blinks. He doesn’t know if he’s ever been more uncomfortable in this office, which is saying something with their field of work. 

“I— I’m sorry,” he stammers, because what else is he supposed to say?

You huff a mirthless laugh and shake your head. “At least one person is,” you mutter. 

You walk out without another word, and Spencer sees Gideon’s jaw clench for just a second. 

He calls out your name, mostly in annoyance with a hint of desperation, and he starts towards the door. He pauses before he can cross the threshold, and he looks at Spencer. 

“Not a word of this leaves this office.” 

Spencer nods far too many times in confirmation, and then Gideon dashes out. He hears him calling your name yet again in the distance. They have a new case, they’ll probably be on the jet within the hour, he still has these files in his hands and that unanswered question, and yet he’s rooted in place with wide eyes. 

“Gideon has a daughter?” he repeats quietly to himself. 

[amplexadversary]

fucking a my lighting.

Anyway, the dragon is curled about some pretty rocks I have. Also, my bookshelf. I really need another one when I have the space.

Admittedly, I'm cheating a little, since most of the things in this picture I got for myself using holiday money from a while back that I'd been too depressed to spend at the time. (All the gundams and the cat plushie are teeeeechnically from my mom, from two years ago, in that case, though most of them I'd been waiting on a reprint of that came out this year. I was able to get a *lot* of gunpla because I got them on discount, and then just didn't open the packages until today.)

I was not the one to buy the hemostats and the insect pins (hobby purposes), the video games, the candy, or the little dragon. Which.

LOOK at this dragon. It's delightful. It's articulated the whole way down so you can curl it around and over things. Apparently it's a 3D-printed toy my grandmother purchased at an art fair.

[polydamnory]

Xavier in the Poly!D.A.M.N. Crew Headcanons

Did I finish writing this five days ago but wait to specifically post it on the 31st just to be a dick? Maybe so. 

While he doesn’t know how to take a genuine compliment and is very prone to getting flustered by them (he can and will respond to anything nice said to him with “no u”), he isn’t actually all that affected by flirting. Dear and Gavin have now made it a competition to see who can get him to break first strictly via come ons and pickup lines. 

He is constantly making stupid ice/snow puns, sometimes even subconsciously, and it drives Damien nuts. 

He and Lasko like teaming up to plan elaborate dates/vacations for the group and he’s gotten pretty good at preemptively preventing Lasko from spinning out about some small innocuous detail (e.g. ice, mahogany, rolls, etc.). 

Has always been on the tall side, so while he does think it’s cute when someone is shorter/smaller than him (cough cough Lasko), he thinks it’s really hot when someone is taller/bigger than him (cough cough HUXLEY). 

He’s pretty prone to dry skin so Dear - who is a skincare snob, you cannot convince me otherwise - has helped him curate a routine to help with that and is much more on top of making sure he actually keeps up with it. If that sometimes means helping apply moisturizer to his face and hands when he’s too sleepy to do it himself in the morning (he is not a morning person), that’s a sacrifice they’re willing to make. 

Just like with Damien during the winter, Lasko and Freelancer can and will cling to him during the summer to keep cool. Thankfully he and Damien are just like “affection from my partners? Who am I to complain?” and more than welcome it (although Damien is a bit more tsundere about it). 

Insert obligatory he helps cool Damien off when he gets too hot hc - you cannot use the excuse that you’re too hot to be hugged anymore, Damien, your boyfriend won’t let you get away with that anymore! 

Similar to their E&E display, Freelancer has gotten pretty into making random little things with their magic just to see what they can do, and Xavier wants all of them. They mess up and are about to destroy/throw out a failed attempt at creating some little glass tchotchke? Noooooo, let him keep it! He loves seeing them experiment with their magic and wants to witness and keep as much of their progress as they’ll let him (certified mom friend/boyfriend). 

Gavin is consistently trying to convince Xavier of new ways they could incorporate his ice into the bedroom. It doesn’t take much convincing. 

We know for a fact that mans has money and he is 100% down to splurge on his partners. He knows that most of them (if not all) wouldn’t want him to spend too much on them, so he does it a bit more strategically so they don’t feel like he’s “wasting it” on them. For example, if they all were to decide they want to go to a rollarcoaster park or something, he knows that his partners won’t just let him pay for all their tickets, but they will fight a little less harder on him splurging to get them all fast passes or something of the like. 

Exact order of him falling for the group is unclear, but make no mistake, he definitely had a crush on Huxley first, even when he didn’t know him all that well before becoming team captain.

[blessphemy]

I never considered myself the kind of person to get obsessed with a random side character but it’s happened multiple times now

I love Iris Murderbotdiaries soooooooooooo much and I’ve built her up sOO much in my head from Scraps. sure she doesn’t get characterized very heavily in the books but she is THE character to me. I’ve Blorboified her a bit what about it. Get off my lawn.

Her sibling is a space ship. What does that do to a human personality, to grow up with an experimentally advanced AI in the family? she’s an augmented human, can we unpack that. Do you think she and ART have some similar personality traits? Yes they do. I’m telling you. Ok but do you think ART’s personality was influenced by her or was her personality influenced by ART? (both.)

Her “fuck-you” smile. Her successful weapons handling. Her melodramatic and somewhat cringy declaration of her co-worker’s dark backstory (“He hates corporates more than any of us. They made him kill.”) (<- said to the resident SecUnit who (privately) calls itself Murderbot). Her crying over ARTdrone. She works in colony emancipation. With her dads. Her dad is the captain. Was she a nepo hire? I refuse to believe it because she is definitely fully qualified but also how could she not be. She’s ART’s favorite human.

also in the narrative I invented entirely in my mind she’s a bit of an asshole but in a cool and fun way. she collects tchotchkes. she knows data archaeology. (<- extrapolating from 1 line of when Iris commented on the records of the station in network effect.) she’s the specialest most talented and most interesting human on the perihelion crew and I WON’T hear a word otherwise. This is objective fact