#snippies

[renegadeknight]

wip wednesday on a thursday

thank you for the tag @lauronk 💙 I am desperately trying to finish up time loop fic, hopefully in the next few days

no pressure tags: @becomethesun @emilylawsons @captainredspade @bumblepony @sixhours

[cobaltrine]

snippets from stories i will never write

[agave]

as a root vegetable, parsnip naturally desires to return to the earth 🌏🥕

[shitpostingkats]

We need less "shy, anxious, always second guessing" Apollo in fanworks, and approximately 400% more of whatever the hell this is.

[crsssie]

down the neck - spencer reid x sharpshooter!reader

"Stop breathing down my neck." You huff, glancing through the scope at the unsub.

"Well, I have to lay low too, no?" Spencer frowns.

"It doesn't matter." You squint, humming. "Hit the button and ask Hotch if I can shoot. Be fast."

"Hotch, we have a clear shot."

"I have a clear shot."

"Snippy—"

"Fire."

You click your tongue, pulling the trigger once to hit the unsub's hand and a second to snipe the gun out of range as Morgan flies into the place. You watch through the scope as Spencer looks through the binoculars, and you only start to sit up when you see Morgan pull the unsub out. Then, you actually sit up and start packing up.

"Stop breathing down my neck." You huff.

"You weren't complaining when I—"

You hold a finger to your lips, pointing at your earpiece as Spencer blinks, laughing when you hear a cough in your ears from Hotch.

"Sorry."

"Need I remind you both of—"

"Nope." You puff out your cheeks, slinging the gun around to your back as Spencer raises a brow. "Actually, I think Reid needs a quick reminder. He'd love to go through another HR meeting about how we shouldn't be fraternizing with—"

"We're good, Hotch." Spencer cuts you off, rolling his eyes at you. "We'll see you back at the station."

"You're driving." You mumble, turning off your mic. "Two dollars and I'll drive. Four dollars and I'll make a stop at McDonalds."

"And for five?"

"I'll sneak in a kiss plus everything else."

"I think that can be arranged." He hums, pulling out a five as you press your lips to his, tongue swiping over your bottom lips as he chases when you pull away. You stick your tongue out teasingly as you take the five, craning your neck so that his lips would hit your neck instead. "Hey."

"I'll drop a ten if you—"

"Reid."

You laugh as Spencer jolts straight, pinching the bridge of his nose at the sound of Hotch.

"Turn off your mic next time."

"Roger that, sir."

You're too busy laughing the rest of the way back to be able to drive. (but spencer has no complaints when you hand him back the five with a chaste kiss to his lips).

[snippydippy]

The SPEED at which I bought her is unreal. Her face is weird, and Epic should really make a change, but otherwise this skin is cute and I'm so excited to see her here.

AND I won the first game with her so. The goddess truly does bless me lmao

[thatswhatsushesaid]

“um, you are actually supposed to hate this character with your whole chest, the text is EXTREMELY clear that he is terrible and you should not like him”

well i like him anyway. what are you going to do about it, tell my mom?

[pangur-and-grim]

not to brag or anything, but my hospital notes have a little compliment

[mulderscully]

everyone who makes beautiful gifsets that don't go past 500 notes bc this site is dying just know ur set has 10k notes to me

[rdng1230]

Thinking about Evan Buckley crowding Tommy up against something, or maybe pinning him in bed, doesn't matter, just somewhere Tommy can't run or wiggle out of or even look away, and then calling him handsome with his normal Buck earnestness dialed up to 10000 so it feels like being hit by a concentrated sun beam.

I just don't think Tommy would survive.

[two-birds-alone-together]

WIP Wednesday!

Thank you @renegadeknight for tagging me! Per your request, here is some Ellie In A Tree for your enjoyment.

(and it's a long snippie too <3)

Apologies for the random purple text. It's a written note, and I haven't figured out just how to format those yet.

The next day, she watches Mr. Fuckface leave and heads straight for the tree. She can’t see it from her window, but she can see his patio door. He didn’t go out back this morning or last night before the lamp turned off, so she’s expecting to find the same note.

Except, she doesn’t.

Last warning. One more alert about movement in my yard and I’m calling the police.

Well. Fuck.

Alert? He must have some sort of security system. How did she miss that he has a security camera? She wraps her fingers around her backpack straps and scans the house again. Nothing. Same with the garage. Where is it? If he gets motion alerts, there has to be a camera somewhere. Maybe it’s inside?

The curiosity is overwhelming, and by now he’s probably gotten a notification, so fuck it. Might as well get busted for something worthwhile. She glances at the group home to ensure no one over there is watching her — they aren’t — and creeps toward the man’s house. This is probably the stupidest thing she’s done all week, but she needs to know. 

Even after two slow laps around the house and the garage, she doesn’t see anything camera-like outside or in the windows. There aren’t any obvious old man security cameras like in the movies, no little red dots, no weird black domes attached to the gutter. Just boring white siding and windows with the blinds drawn So how the fuck does he know? Is he a spy? Maybe he’s a spy, and the dirty clothes are part of his cover. If he’s a spy, that makes him a smidge less pathetic. But not much.

“They’re in the lights at either corner of the house.”

“Jesus fuck!” Ice floods her body head to toe as she yanks her switchblade out and whips around once, twice, to confront the man. 

She’s alone.

“What the—”

A distorted chuckle sounds from above her head, toward the garage. “Serves you right. Now get the hell outta my yard.”

“You scared the shit out of me!” she shrieks angrily, wincing when her voice carries through the air. The last thing she needs is to get in trouble with Ms. Rodriguez, so she repositions herself where she can see the camera and the group home. Sure enough, she spots a small rectangular box nestled in the light fixtures. “What kind of weirdo has cameras on a boring-ass yard like this?”

“The kind of weirdo who doesn’t want smart-ass kids in his boring-ass yard. Go on now, git.”

[renegadeknight]

Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tag @sixhours!

She gave the jacket a long look.

“I can see you’re cold,” he said, “take it.”

Her eyes shifted to him sidelong for a brief moment and then back to the jacket. “I’m fine,” she insisted, shifting pointedly to lean on the other side of the chair.

He heaved a sigh. “Listen, Ellie, I know you-”

No pressure tags: @oliviassunrise @march-flowerr @becomethesun @captainredspade

[pineapplesquash]

Every so often I find myself coming back to their design again, even after this long

I don’t think I ever stopped wishing I had smth 2 put them into, as niche as their vibes are LMAO

[yumesakura97]

I am being delusional again TT^TT

Mermay 04 - Mean gills (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

[crsssie]

reidsplaining - spencer reid x sharpshooter!reader

"Do you not get bothered when Reid starts explaining things to you?"

"No." You tilt your head, looking up from your drink. "I'm one of the newest members of the team. Obviously I'd need a little help every now and then."

"Now and then?" Emily raises a brow. "You let him talk as much as he wants. You're not exactly incapable either."

"I like it." You roll your bottom lip between your teeth, pursing your lips. "Besides, what he does in reidsplaining, he makes up for when he has to sit through all that shooting practice with me."

"Reidsplaining..." Garcia mumbles. "Is that what you call it?"

"Yeah." You laugh. "Sounds slightly better than mansplaining. The difference is that Spencer never means it to sound demeaning. He's just a D1 talker."

"Well, a perfect match." JJ hums.

"Did you know D1 comes from the National Collegiate Athletic Association? Division one used to be University Division, because the original splits were University Divison and College division. The NCAA changed it to division one, two, and three in 1973. It was mainly to split the college division into two. Numbers made it easier to keep track of." Spencer tilts his head as you beam at him. "Hey."

"Well, hello, my D1 encyclopedia." You laugh, hand reaching for his arm as you give him a squeeze. "I missed youuuu."

Spencer rests a hand on yours, squeezing. "I'm here to pick you up. How much did you drink?"

You tilt your head, holding up a three with a wink.

"Shots?" He pauses. "Puts you around... .09%."

You get up, nodding at the girls. "Will you guys be alright? I can drive you all back."

"You drank—"

"Nooooo I'm soberrrrr." You drawl, wrapping your arms around Spencer's neck.

"We'll be fine." JJ waves her hand. "Stay safe, you two lovebirds."

You wave bye as you leave the bar, blowing on your hands when you finally get outside.

"Here." He hands you a hand warmer, and your lips curl up teasingly.

"Oh, you love me."

"Sure do." He hums. "How much did you actually drink?"

"I've been nursing the same whiskey for the last two hours. It was too watery by the time that I texted you." You pout. "My BAC is nowhere near .09. Three shots would put me at that. One whiskey that's more water than alcohol would not be that much."

"You're sober. I know you are. You don't slur your speech when drunk." Spencer raises a brow, taking your hand.

"And what do I do?"

"You start trying to jump me."

You laugh, cheeks warm with your laughter as he tugs you along under the stars.

"No way."

"Check our security footage."

You huff. "Does that mean I only ever love you when I'm drunk?"

"Oh, honey, no." He mumbles, squeezing your hand. "You love me all the time."

"That, I do." You stick your tongue out.

[futuristichedge]

Redraw of the death glare Silver makes after being kicked in the head