#dr. jules

[op1umeyes]

from the club

Derek’s wolf whistle made you roll your eyes and try to slip into your seat without drawing too much attention. “Damn, mama,” he sang teasingly, eyeing you up and down.

“Derek Morgan! I ought to-“

“Whoa!”

You glared at Spencer, trying to ifnore the way his eyes trailed over your cleavage. “It’s like you guys have never even been in the presence of a female before,” you snark sarcastically. Secretly, though, you feel complimented that such aesthetically pleasing people thought you looked good.

Emily, Jennifer, Penelope, and Rossi were later than Hotch surprisingly. Aaron strode in next, laying a stack of files on the table. He sat down at his regular spot and turned to make conversation until the other arrived when he turned and saw you. His lips drew thinly over his face as he watched you reach over the table to grab a file. He swallowed and averted his eyes from you when you sat back in your seat. Hotch felt like a pervert and averted his mind to the more pressing matter. Dead bodies, knives, murder, he repeated to himself- trying to draw blood away from his crotch.

J.J., Penelope, and Emily arrived next. “Coffee for you all, my precious gems!” Penny sang, placing the team’s favorite brews in front of them. After she placed yours down her eyes gleamed and she raised her eyebrows. “Did you call-“

“Penelope!” You hollered, turning away from the red-head with a laugh. 

She just giggled and wiggled her eyebrows. As Emily took her place beside you, she leaned in to whisper in your ear, “I’m no better than the men here, y/n. You look hot.” 

You swatted her away and waited for J.J. to start the briefing. Emily snickered beside you.

There was really nothing professional about being called into work wearing low-rise jeans and a lacey tank top. But it wasn’t your fault- some of your college friends had stopped in the city and wanted to go to the club and wouldn’t take no as an answer.

Rossi showed up right before Hotch said his favorite phrase (read: “wheels up in 30”). You collected your file and started out of the room.

“Good lo- y/n!”

You whipped around to see Penelope rushinf towards you. “Wh-What?”

“You’ve surprised me more times today than I thought possible, darling girl. Turn around! I didn’t know you had ink!” 

You breathed out a sigh of relief and tried to ignore the feeling of her cold fingers tracing over the black ink just above your jeans. “I have some on the mid back too,” you said quietly.

“Impressive,” Rossi- of all people- hummed. “One of my ex wives roped me into getting a matching tattoo with her. The pain was somethinf else and the aftercare was hell. Rookie, here has a high pain tolerance.” He patted your practically bare shoulder and walked by without another word.

Emily purred lowly as she walked by, laughing at the way you flipped her off in return.

“You know, Jeffery Dahmer didn’t consume people that had tattoos… He said that the ‘tattoos made the meat taste like… shit’,” Reid spouted.

The way Spencer paused before saying shit was endearing. Maybe it was your attraction to nerds, but you felt particularly flattered at the weight of his gaze on you. “That’s interesting, Spencer,” you replied quietly. “Did you know the oldest recorded tattoo ink recipe required insect eggs?”

Spencer just hummed.

“I- uh,” Aaron cleared his throat. You stepped back from Penelope’s hands. “I imagine you have more professional attire?”

Your cheeks flushed. “Yes, Hotch. I’m really sorry, my friends convinced me to go out with them, you know, and I-“

Hotch chuckled and held his hands up. “It’s okay, y/n. What you do on your own time is your business,” he said.

You wrung your hands. “Thanks, Hotch.”

“No problem, y/n.” Hotch started to walk away and you felt Derek’s arm wrap around your shoulder. “Nice ink,” he called back to you. 

“I’ll see you on the plane, y/n,” Spencer told you with a wave. You smiled back at him and watched him run a hand through his hair as he walked away.

“Lover boy’s gotta thing for you, y/n,” Derek told you, a shit eating grin on his face. “And Hotch too, if I took a guess. I think you made the old man pop a bo-“

“Derek Morgan!”

You shoved him off of you and tried to ignore his gleeful laughter.

[meontix]

>take a deep breath and..?

[cyberr-v0id]

I hate my life I need to (remembers suicide and self harm jokes are bad for my mental health) write up an analysis on all of the themes and motifs present in Frankenstein, Jekyll and Hyde, and 20000 leagues under the sea and how they all contributed to modern sci-fi and literature

[diioonysus]

dresses + art

[fyeahsonicthehedgehog]

[fozzieosbourne]

Casper Darling gets his Revenge 🐦

SOURCE

[justanotherrcblog]

Holy crap y’all, Code Blue has a GOC protagonist!!

[chaotic-average-child]

Accident or something

Prequel to

Next

[tirednapentity]

what is his fucking problem

[maswartz]

Cute story from Archie Sonic.

[op1umeyes]

Could you pretty please write an imagine being house s/o, only Wilson knows, either being under him in his team or in a different department. You guys have a kid together and get called from her preschool or babysitter and end up having to bring her to work with you and the kid exposes you?

As well as just some dad house

surprise? ✩ gregory house

You had the situation under control until Greg had decided to teach his little ducklings a lesson in thievery. To be more specific, Greg had shown up to Cuddy’s office- hoping to ‘borrow’ some classified documents about the patient Cuddy had forced them to treat- while you were in there- trying to convince Aunt Lisa to babysit for a few hours.

The first two hours had been fine with Clementine, but nearing the end of the third hour you had realized how hungry she had gotten. Clementine had been relatively quiet: playing with her dolls and practicing her spelling words for school and such, but she was slowly getting bored.

Being the head of radiology meant that you were constantly discussing and interacting with patients, staff, or other important individuals. So far, the first five patients you’ve spoken with hadn’t minded Clementine’s quiet chatter or when she tried to strike up a conversation with them. But that didn’t mean you felt comfortable with your own baby girl while you weren’t giving her your full attention.

And of course the moment you decide to see if Cuddy could take some time to watch Clem, Greg emerges.

“Lisa, please. Just thirty-“

“Daddy!” Clementine squeals, point and squirming around in your hold. “Mama! Look, it’s daddy! Hi daddy!”

You turn, expecting to see your husband alone. Instead of one person, you lock eyes with a beyond shocked Cameron, Chase, and Eric. Greg smiles awkwardly at you, trying to ignore the stares of his lackeys. “I have a meeting soon. Take Clem, Greg. Make sure she eats,” you continue on casually, letting Clementine clint happily to her dad. You thrn to Cuddy and then at Celementine again.

“Make sure to keep an eye on daddy, okay my little love?” You coo. Clementine smiles brightly at you.

“Okay, mama.”

“Don’t lose her,” you tell your husband dryly before patting him on the shoulder and walking out the door.

The three ducklings exchanged glances. In front of them, Clementine pokes Greg’s cheeks after inflated like a balloon. “I’m- I’m going to run another blood culture and make sure his calcium levels are normal,” Chase bullshits, fumbling for an excuse to leave.

“Say bye-bye to the blonde man, Clementine,” Greg tells his daughter.

Chase doesn’t know how to feel when his boss’s daughter waves her chubby little hand and says “bye-bye, blonde man”.

🫀- bonus:

When you swing by Greg’s office after work, you feel a smile pull at your tired lips. On Greg’s chair, your husband has his legs kicked up comfortably on the foot rest. Clementine sleeps silently on him with Greg’s arm wrapped protectively around her little back to prevent her from falling. The soothing chords of the piani drift from Greg’s record player, and you already regret having to wake up the two loves of your life.

[sunnylighter]

Then Sonic arrived at the scene of the attack.

The first thing he saw was the target of the attack, and any good feelings he had from dinner were erased and anger took its place when he saw a bruised Uncle Chuck crouching protectively over his apprentice, Muttski.

Then… he saw who was attacking them…

In all the ways Sonic thought he'd see his father's face again, this was the one out of his very worst nightmares.

"Dad!" Sonic said breathlessly.

The splitting image of Jules loomed above Uncle Chuck on the attack until Sonic arrived on the scene. He turned to face the blue hedgehog, and if his actions weren't proof enough, this was not Sonic's father in control, the long-hated utterance of, "Priority One: Hedgehog!" being spoken in his father's voice made it clear.

I drew a scene from my fic, Sunken Treasure, from the Lost in the Waves series. I'm trying to go back and add art to all of them. Link to the fic is below.

[sondersspite]

im working on the next chapter for my jekyll and hyde adaptation and guys i. youre not gonna like lanyon okay. youre not. hes so entitled and arrogant and talks over literally everyone INCLUDING utterson whos basically his closest friend. hes just the prime example of men in the victorian era and i hate him but hes fascinating to write

bro unironically says 'pish posh' hes a lost cause

[kingtheghast]

Open invite into Palewood town (Palewoods SMP - Ep. 1)

Finally I get to post the project I'd been working on (aka ever put so much effort into a private thing with friends that you all think "Hey we should record it"?

Also thank you to my friends, the wonderful cast of Palewoods:

Beans (Dr. Whittaker) @martynsimp69, Daisy (Amelia) @daisycraft, Anpan (Morgan W. Armitage) @anpanbun, Ani (Isaiah McAllister) @ani-craft, Dove (Isaac Turner) @aistandardcherry, Adrián (Avalon) @avalonpalewoods, Toffee (Alexander Hawthorne) @toffee-rambles, Nata (Fionna Wilson) @opianat and Chizz (Dahlia Chizzle) Chizzdudlz_jpeg

They gave it their all making and developing their characters, and this story would be nothing without them :D

[opens-up-4-nobody]

I'm trying to think of like in a vacuume what is the most well written, compelling episode of star trek? Across all of star trek. Outside of nostalgia or shipping stuff or how iconic some of the episodes became. What is the best Star Trek episode?

[miainbetween]

🔨 🎊 😴 for the ask gameee !

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE ASK!!💞💞

Answering for liverpool/better cr {the ask game}

🔨- Who does the most household chores like cooking and cleaning?

The one that does more household chores, like cooking and cleaning from the two of us would be probably Max. He is a better cook than I because I'm actually kind of a hazard there, I'm very clumsy, so it would be better if he was the one cooking and actually he's a very good cook. For breakfast he usually makes pancakes or toast or something like that. I can cook pasta though, I'm really good at that, but that's one of the few things that I can cook. I can also make very good salads, and season meat well, but that’s the extent of my cooking abilities.

He's also the one that does the cleaning more than I do because I often depend on my mood to clean. Sometimes I do that more, sometimes he does and we just kind of see where the others one is and then we proceed with doing the chores. I can be very detailed oriented like a perfectionist but I always help. It just depends on my mood if I would do more or less. But Max is just more constant. 

Also, now I'm thinking laundry. I am the one that is responsible for what goes in the washing machine and the dryer and we both fold clothes together because if I was doing it alone, I would not finish it. I would just fold them and just let them stand there because I'm too lazy for some reason, I cannot explain it, I just cannot put them in the closet. I fold them and I get so fed up with that tedious task and I do not put them in the closet 🤷‍♀️

🎊- Which of you is more likely to aestheticize/decorate things?

Ohhhh, definitely me. The moment I move in, I will buy pillows, blankets, colorful mugs, etc. I will turn his space from this cool industrial apartment to something cottagecore-y. So, that's definitely me. And also, for decorations, something that I’m planing to do is I will do is buy a plant. A pothos. And it would go over the bookshelf, and it would be called Worm. Get it? (Book)worm.

😴- How do you two sleep at night? Do you share a bed or have any specific items (hot water bottle, pillows, plushies etc)?

If we're together we will be sleeping in one bed, and because both our love languages' physical touch, we will be super close. Either spooning or face to face, where I would have my leg over him. Just sleep very close, a tangle of limbs. For the first one, he would be probably the one to nuzzle into my hair or neck. For the second one, I’m probably the one to nuzzle and he would rest his chin on my head and kiss my forehead. But his arms are always around me. The difference is that sometimes his fingers will trace shapes over my ribs or my spine.

And I don't think we have any specific items. Also, I sleep on the right side of the bed.