#santiago is also fun

[13eyond13]

Well I guess I'm officially all caught up on IWTV now AMA

[classic-jamie]

breaking news: worst roomate in the world both DIDN'T stay on top of his laundry AND talked his roomie into doing something stupid. AGAIN.

this message WILL repeat in 2 weeks when he pulls it off again

[saturngalore]

finally made it to gen 2 aka gen sapphire of the not so berry 2 challenge 🙏🏾 one day i will post all the screenshots i took from gen 1 and the current one…hopefully 😭😭 but here’s the challenger starter and her heir 🫶🏾

[littlestsnicket]

eeee!!

[mumble-draws]

sir lancelot if you read this I’m free on Thursday night and would like to hang out. Please respond to this and then hang out with me on Thursday night when I’m free

[mirrorvinn]

tried to do a comic thingy

[freakwiththeknifecollection]

Tumblr should send me a notification when a mutual watches no exit

[touchbased]

"i don't care," he repeats for the umpteenth time, frame steady as they continue to try and push him away. "i don't fucking care how unlovable you think you are, alright? so you might as well find some other excuse." / @bluerevs

[classic-jamie]

ok doodle and not a full thought out photo post bc im obsessed with babyworld lately. their early friendship enraptures me i NEED more flashback like i need air in my LUNGS ok. they wouldve been so stupid

[cathymee]

can absolve gma of every crime ever just bc of this...phenomenon.

[ofruinations]

"Never let it be said that I didn't try with you, old dragon." Perhaps Santiago could raze the mutants under his name, and kill everyone that stands with him soon—a failsafe to be taken for Sector Six to ponder. A horribly fitting victory, of course, to rule among the ashes of a dead city and do the same to other settlements. "It would be kinder to let them live in agony, but humanity," he says pointedly, the word encompassing even the obstinate old mutant. "Has come a longer way than to simply let people live with whatever cross you want them to bear."

"therein lies the true evil, that temptation slithers to your door and you welcome it in every time." if adonis had a shred of principle in his body, he would turn them away. if not turn them away, not cut into them. pretending that he cares is worse than not—he would much rather someone face up to their evil than cringe behind the barriers of secrecy and doublespeak. "don't make me laugh." the thought alone has him wrinkling his nose in disgust. "i have no desire to work with people like you. i think we'll all be better off starting over."

[with-a-point-of-view]

There's something so awful about how it's being "pretentious" that the coven hate Louis for, especially with Santiago's blatantly racist mimicking of his accent. Louis is so excited to be fully part of Parisian society, when he never could have been fully part of society in New Orleans due to Jim Crow, and they hate him for it. They're allowed to be artistic and eccentric and he's not. They don't allow him to just enjoy his artistic pursuits for a moment without insinuating he isn't as smart as he thinks he is.

Armand honestly continues that in some way by hiding the Fred Steins in with Louis' photographs. Louis has an eye for art, an eye which has made them millions, and he knows his own work isn't professional. He's a lover of photography, and obviously he's upset at first that he doesn't immediately have the talent he hoped for, but he recovers pretty quickly and just keeps pursuing his passion.

But Armand can't let Louis' art speak for itself. Is he making Louis look like a liar to Daniel? Or is some part of him also not able to accept "amateur" work, especially after his upbringing by Marius de Romanus, whose work he still displays? Is he cushioning Louis' ego, the same way he weaves comfort out of lies for him, or is he in some way unable to tolerate any perceived lack of excellence from his partner?

Louis keeps putting his own work down to Daniel, especially after discovering the Steins, and I hate so much how he's discouraged from being experimental or enthusiastic or just having fun with his art. Nobody can just allow him to exist or grow as a Black creative if he isn't the best in his field. He could have been a great photographer if he'd been practising for 77 years, but nobody allows him to give himself that chance.

[fawnnlvr]

sixth shot | spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid × fem!bau!reader

masterlist

summary: after each alcoholic shot, you go through drunk phases that the bau have documented, but out of all the times you all have gone out drinking, they never know what happens if you take a sixth shot.

word count: 2.3k

inspiration: that one scene in brooklyn 99 where the others try to see what happens to my queen amy santiago.

content warning: alcohol use. cringe. first time writing a spencer reid fic. maybe a part 2 because the ending has a lot of loose ends.

author's note: i just started watching criminal minds maybe last week. i just finished s1 and i have been nonstop writing fic ideas and this one stuck with me so enjoy my lovebugs. i steered off track as i wrote this so it's a bit of a mess but :3 also, throughout this entire fic, i think you'll be able to tell that i have never really gotten drunk in my life. only half a soju bottle and a bit of my dignity ꪆৎ

Working as an agent at the BAU means that the people you work with are the people you spend most of your life with. Solving cases and locking away criminals is what you bond over and this cones with being with each other through the highs and lows. These nights were one of the highs. After solving a long case, Rossi had made plans for everybody to head back to his place to celebrate over drinks.

You expected the night to be filled with fun and love, but this was the BAU, nothing could ever be great without an underlying evil that preyed on one's downfall. This underlying evil just so happened to be some of your closest friends and coworkers. Well, all of them. As you prepared and got ready for a night of what you think to be fun, you didn't expect people you considered family to be plotting against you.

"What do you guys think will happen?" Penelope asked her phone, an eager smile detected through her tone. She was currently on a five way call with Spencer, Morgan, JJ, and Emily.

"I think after her fifth shot, little miss princess will start doing backflips." Morgan put in his bet.

"I think it'll be too much for her and she'll throw up on Rossi's carpet." JJ guessed

"What are we even talking about?" Emily asked, confused as to what they were talking about and that's when she heard Penelope gasp.

"Right! Prentiss doesn't know about her drinking phases. Spencer, go explain it!" Penelope eagerly ordered.

"I-I don't know. This feels kind of wro-"

"Do it!" Penelope interrupted.

"Fine. When [Name] starts drinking, she has these phases after every shot. After her first shot, she can't seem to stop laughing and will simply laugh at anything around her for no apparent reason. On her second shot, she is wandering the place. She can't stay still. On her third shot, she's dancing-"

"We once found her dancing with this elderly woman who was busting it down on the dance floor." Morgan laughed. "She even pulled Spencer out on the dance floor when we went to the club."

Spencer blushed at the reminder before continuing, "On her fourth shot, she's crying. She gets really emotional and it doesn't seem like anybody can stop her from crying unless you give her another shot and by her fifth shot, she's back to dancing."

"Which leads us back to our hypothesis." JJ explained, "What happens to our dear little agent once she has her sixth shot."

"And this is the perfect time to test it out." Penelope explained.

The BAU house party at Rossi's was nice in your opinion. He made his delicious Italian dishes and brought out the alcohol. Morgan and Penelope were sweet enough to bring their own alcohol too and offered you a lot. If only you could've seen the evil smirks of those who handed you each shot.

Spencer watched from afar as you were being handed shots and happily accepting them. He planned on staying to the sides and watching over you, making sure you didn't get hurt, but that soon changed when Morgan offered him a shot in the shape or a chemical tube and he couldn't resist the creative packaging.

You were now on your third shot. Spencer knew this due to your little robot dance by the beat-box with JJ who matched your energy. It was a funny sight to see; however, that smile quickly dropped when you made eye contact with him and walked towards him with a mischievous smile. You stopped about two meters away from him and imitated the moves of a fisher casting his line. He rolled his eyes at your attempt to make him do the stupid dance move. The goofy smile on your face as you starting to roll the fishing line towards him, and your encouraging nod made it difficult to resist you.

He wanted to say he didn't succumb to your odd ways but he did as he jumped your way. Yes, he knows he looked stupid but all he could focus on was your proud smile as soon as he reached you.

He had wished that moment lasted a little longer but Morgan came around with another round of shots and happily gave it to you. Spencer said that he wasn't interested and tried to get you to do the same but you didn't, instead it backfired on him.

"Oooo, more for me then. Double!" You grabbed both shots.

"I don't think that's a good i-" You already downed them before Spencer could finish those words and you felt a bit dizzy from the disgusting taste it left in your mouth. This would technically be considered your fifth shot but you've never taken a double before and Spencer supposed it would have the same effect as if taken separately, but your reaction proved otherwise.

You should be back on the dancefloor once the alcohol set it, but Spencer brought you to on of Rossi's kitchen island stools to sit down. He spotted Derek, Penelope, JJ and Emily both staring at them with hawk eyes, knowing they are one shot away from finding out what happens on her sixth shot. Spencer shook his head at their antics and looked back at you to find... that you were nowhere to be seen.

There you stood with Rossi, trying to imitated a traditional dance he was teaching. Italian music played in the background as Rossi showed you how he dances. You were smiley and asked if you did it right and he nodded and encouraged the others to join. Oh wow, you were a stealthy little handful. Spencer sighed in relief as he saw you felt a little better.

Spencer Reid had many degrees and phds but none of them could really tell him the phenomenon behind your drunk phases. It worried him what would happen next. Sure your first five stages were nothing terrible, it was all in good fun except for your emotional crying stage. However, what if you have your sixth shot and it pushes you over the limit and you end up throwing up or passing out. He wasn't sure if he wanted to find out, especially since you never had any more shots after your fifth since you were so tired of dancing and talking that you declined any more.

All the other times you and him have gone out drinking, you normally ended up in a secluded area in the bar and drank some water or ordered some bar food and waited to sober up a little bit. Spencer never tried offering you another drink but Derek has and youd always decline. Sure, he too was curious, but if you had a reason to abstain then you had a reason and he didn't want to push it.

You had always known what would happen after your fifth shot. It was not cute. Well, to you it wasn't, but to the group of friends you hung out with as soon as you turned 21, it was. Drinking more than five shots was not in your best interest, especially being at a party with your colleagues and boss. It didn't matter how drunk they were, you didn't want to risk it because you knew how you'd get.

Despite being five shots in, you still had some sense of sobriety and knew how to decline drinks. But that double took its tow on you, and who could decline another shot being offered by the cute little Penelope. As you sat on the couch, exhausted from dancing with Rossi, you simply watched the moving pictures on the television with a slightly entertained smile. Hotch was on the singular person holding couch while you took the bigger one. He eyed you weirdly as you chuckled at the screen static.

That was when Penelope sat down with a shot glass you couldn't resist. She told you she bought edible glitter and ordered a special shot glass with a Persian cat printed on it. You gasped at the sight as Penelope gave you such a nice gift.

"You're a sweetheart Penelope. Thank you!" You genuinely said, warmed at her kindness. She told you it was no problem at all and told you she'll be over with Derek if she needed anything. You nodded and admired the pretty shot glass before taking it and setting it down with a content smile.

"Mission accomolished." Penelope smiled as she high-fived Derek and JJ while Emily stood beside them, watching. Spencer shook his head from beside Penelope.

"What's wrong pretty boy?" Morgan asked.

"I'm going to give her some water. She might throw up or something."

"Relax, she's only on her sixth shot. Alcohol posoining from vodka takes like what, 13-16." Morgan stated.

"That only applies to males over 160 pounds which she is neither. With her height and estimated weight, she's about two shots from trouble and we don't know how she'll react." Spencer stated and grabbed a closed water bottle before walking it over to you.

JJ leaned closer to the three, "Do you think Spencer can see how much he cares for her?"

"Pretty boy has had his eyes set on her since the moment she walked in." Morgan chuckled. "It's only about time."

Derek stared at Penelope who had an evil smirk.

"What's going on?" Emily asked, very confused. It seems like she missed something.

"You'll see." JJ smiled and gestured back over to the couch.

Penelope was like a bubble. She floated around person to person and everybody loved how innocent and non-deceiving she seemed, but she likes to have her fun too. People often confided in her and that's how she learns many of the agents' secret. Secrets they don't think is anything worthwhile, but to Penelope, she just hit the jackpot. You see, Penelope has always known what happens when you little miss princess drinks her sixth shot. She always has ever since she walked you home one day from a night of drinking and you confessed that you didn't want to drink anymore because of one thing...

You get embarrassingly clingy.

"Hey. I got you some water." Spencer sat down right beside you and opened the water bottle, handing it to you.

You took your eyes off the screen and melted into a smile as you saw him in arm's distance. "Doctor Spencer!" You opened your arms and gently wrapped them around his neck, lifting just slightly from the couch to match the height.

"W-What?" He stuttered as he made sure the water didn't spill on you. His arms were flared out, not wanting to touch you while you were in an intoxicated state. He could smell the perfume you sprayed on your hair and neck hours ago and the fragrant filled his brain. You pulled away with the same dopey smile and held eye contact with him.

Your body was fully turned towards him; your leg closest to him was bent and placed on the couch so you could fully face him. Your hand rested on his knee, "I feel like you've been gone forever."

You repositioned yourself and scooted closer to Spencer who was now stuck between you and the couch arm. He had already closed the water bottle at this point and dropped it on the carpeted floor. You ignored the small thud and wrapped your arms around his and rested your head on his arm. He felt you melt into his arm and simply relax in his presence.

He was frozen. He couldn't move. It was as if he stared into Medusa's eyes and became a stone statue. He couldn't even move his eyes to see the reactions of the ones that organized it.

"This feels nice." You dreamily sighed and Spencer could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks. He kept his hands to his sides, avoiding touching you.

"I-I should go." He managed to utter out, but he couldnt escape your grip.

"Why? Do you hate me?" You asked, looking up at him with a small frown and furrowed eyebrows.

"N-No! Of course not." He eeped in a high pitch voice as he felt you intertwine your hand with his.

"Then don't go. Don't leave me." You smiled as you felt him settle back in his seat.

Spencer frantically looked at somebody for help but found everybody paying no attention and giving them their space. Hotch was on call with his wife and brushdd off his eyes that screamed S.O.S and those who set this up were innocently eating dessert in the kitchen. It didn't take a genius profiler to know that he, Spencer Reid, had been played. So Spencer accepted his fate.

It wasn't a bad fate to accept. He looked at the woman on his arm and felt himself sink into the cushions of the couch. This wasn't too bad. He looked down at you as soon as you looked up at him. You smiled and he reciprocated it.

"Hug me." You ordered. It was a soft order. A small command that barely escaped your lips. Who was he to deny a small action that would've made you smile even more.

He carefully moved his hand that you held onto and brought it around your shoulder. You wasted no time to connect your hands back together and mindlessly played with his fingers.

You weren't sure how you got back home. You were on your bed, still in the clothes you wore the night before but in a cardigan you remember all too well. As the memories of last night slowly re-entered your mind, you didn't what any normal person would've done and screamed in horror.

Penelope, who was sleeping on the other side of the bed, immediately shot up in fear. "What happened?!"

"My life is over." You cried out, dramatically falling into your pillow and hiding your face with your hands before you came to a realization. "You planned that didn't you? I should've known something was up when you decorated that last shot so beautifully that I had no choice but to drink it and reveal the most embarassing part of my drunk stage."

"I'm sorry honey but at least you were the little cutey you always are." Penelope said, thankful that you werent getting murdered and was just embarassed.

"What happened after that last shot?" You were scared to hear the answer and Penelope's answer reinforced that notion. With each action she listed, you felt yourself getting ready to jump out the window from the third story of your apartment building. "I can never face Spencer again. I need to change my identity and- and - and leave."

Apparently after your little stunt on the couch, you refused to let go of Spencer, even when it wss time to go. You only let go of him when you saw Penelope. You threw your arms around her and gave her a hug as well, then went down the line. Penelope got ready to walk you home since you planned in a sleepover afterwards, but apparently, you threw yourself back on Spencer when he tried leaving too soon. You don't even want to try and remember what happened after that.

A whole mess. A whole mess that you created with the terrible influence of Penelope and those she employed in her little act. A mess that you would need to face and deal with. Oh the stress.

You buried your head in your pillow and tried to forget reality. This was a nightmare.

[purgatored]

CHERRY MAKES A NOISE OF PROTEST as the bottle is taken, face scrunching with it . " hey !" the glare she levels him with is just as annoyed even when the bottle is put back, and at his question she doesn't even make an attempt to not roll her eyes . " what use is that gonna do ?" cherry's arms span wide before she's snatching the bottle back up with a smooth movement . " whether i pretend to give a shit or not i still don't fucking know ." the reality was the newcomers faces all kinda blurred together for cherry until they lasted a while . sue her for it or whatever, but she generally had better shit to do and, the fact was, there were far better welcome committees for the newbies than her . so she didn't bother with memorizing faces and names, at least for a few weeks . or months . somewhere around there . the sound of the woman by the door is enough to make cherry grunt out a groan . she takes another longer swing and a deep breath with it , pointedly ignoring whatever the fuck santiago was doing . because of all places and times to have a bleeding heart, now and here wasn't one of them . " i don't answer to you ." cherry replies with a shrug at the jab, her brow arching as she leans her forearms on the table and watches him . there's a beat before she shrugs and adds, " but if you must know, i got fucking bored . happy ?" cherry points to the door with the neck of the bottle . " there was no one here and what was goin' on out there seemed more interesting ." too interesting evidently, but how was cherry to know that ?

Something about her ticks away at his patience. His gaze shifts back to hers, and there's a twitch along his lip as if a snarl would have been presence, if he hadn't been as composed as he was. Tongue clicks to the roof of his mouth instead, and he will follow her movements- only to take the neck of the bottle from her grasp and press the brims to his lips with a quick swing, setting it back on the table for her. God, of all people to be stuck with, it had to be her. She reminded him of some of the girls they'd used to book, some of the girls he'd tried to get off the streets, too. It didn't matter, they all fell back into the same pattern sooner or later, no matter how often he tried. His brother would have liked her- he was younger, the fun one. The one that didn't have a household of responsibilities on his shoulders. And just like then, Tiago would manage. Somehow, he always did. "Pretend to give a shit for two seconds, would you?" He's stressed, his tone evident in the strain on his voice. Though, attention is deprived from her, to the sound coming from outside the door. The plea of a woman, begging. Open the door, open the door- please. It's haunting, and he'll take a couple space forward, her hands banging against the glass- before he'll pull the cover down- swallowing his guilt. "Fast learners like you?" It was a jab, not really on purpose. He should have known that by now. "You're supposed to be on duty tonight, weren't you?" Brows furrowed. "What were you doing out there?"

[demonic0angel]

Dani and Young Justice thought:

For the bit, Dani decided to just go full Carmen Santiago cosplay using stolen tech and stuff and otherwise trying to avoid obvious power use.

And then can't tell if it would be funnier if:

A) The team doesn't know and her goal is to see how long she can go without them catching on. (Plus teasing them while in disguise is fun)

B) They do know and occasionally join in. Cause it's no fair if just one of them has an alias that's technically wanted by various law enforcement.

You underestimate how many of the YJ members are wanted by the government XD there's at least 2 of them but there was a time when all of them were wanted criminals lmaooo

Also, I've never watched Carmen Sandiego, but I imagine that the entire team is in on it and occasionally join her in her shenanigans XD however, the idea that they don't know and are ???? while a girl in a red trench coat flirts with them is very cute!

[renonv]

Spamano Week Day 2 & 3 : Mochis & 2p

Mannnn late yet again BUT ALSO on time 🙏😏

I think both of these concepts are so fun 😭 like the existence of mochis within the universe is crazy but it’s so fucking funny… and oughhh the two pees.. I used to not really care for them BUT I figured them out for myself and now they are a fun thing to rotate in my head nsnddkk

I’ll go more into detail of how I see their 2p versions under the cuttt but WOO I’m on tha rolll

@spamano-week

HI WELCOME TO THE RAMBLINGS OF A CRAZY OLD MAN

Flavio: Literally Flavio to me is what Romano would have been like if he wasn’t fighting the internalized homophobia/ machismo demons 🙏 he’s flamboyant he’s (still) loud, he stands his ground and he is a fucking divaaa. He’s cunning, takes great pride and care and time into his appearance, he expresses his love freely and loudly, and he’s not afraid to pick a fight. He lacks general anxiety and self preservation. He’s also a tad selfish, and just generally two faced. To me, while Romano puts out the harsh exterior, underneath it all he is a vulnerable and sensitive person. Flavio puts on the very approachable exterior, and will be nice, but inside he’s brewing some out of pocket shit. However, he loves and cares deeply and genuinely for a very special few.

If Romano was to meet him, he would call him a slur. But also be jealous of the way Flavio carries himself. If Flavio were to meet Romano, be would make him his next make over project, he is his new gay god mother. Flavio would be jealous of how many people genuinely care about Romano, even if the guy chooses to act like an asshole.

Santiago: He is a quiet and an intimidating guy, not because he’s plotting shit in his head, but because he just does not know how to carry himself around people. While Antonio is an approachable, sociable man who’s always working on putting out positivity and try to do good by everyone because that’s just how he is (and how he copes), Santiago withdraws himself from everyone because 1) Bro genuinely doesn’t get social cues or socialization and 2) thinks of it as better this way for the general public. He’s a little edgy, but in a “scared to hurt others” way rather than “society doesn’t get me” way. Since he yaps significantly less than Antonio, he’s a good listener and is also a bit less dense on certain things. He’s a bit more prone to picking up on the underlying emotions or when people are being sarcastic / say one thing but mean another.

If Santiago and Antonio ever met, it would be… interesting. Santiago would be put off by Antonio’s high energy, but at the same time wish he could express himself as easily as the other, and be as comfortable with physical touch. Antonio would absolutely loose his mind over the gray streak of hair, bro looks very punk rock. He would think of the other as awkward, but also be very impressed at his observational skills.