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He’s literally Doctor Mike

Michael Robinavitch’s Professional Headshot for Emergency Medicine Residency Applications send tweet

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aggressive pride flags but there's a badly photoshopped pedro on it urging you to support the community:

feel free to request me more <3

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question about my Aaron hotchner x reader fic:

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BEGGING y’all writers to write more anthony padilla fics 🙏🏻🙏🏻 (ok but like anthony x ian’s sister reader) what omg who said that 👀

but like fr

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It's late and you’re curled up on Simon’s couch as the movie you were just watching comes to an end. Riley lays snoozing at your feet, one of her paws twitching in a dream. You're nestled into Simon’s side beneath a worn but warm throw blanket. When you shift beside him, suddenly overcome by sleep, you let out a soft, high-pitched hum. A tiny release that escapes you as you move, a little sound of contentment.

Simon’s body freezes immediately.

You don't notice it at first, with your eyes still half on the screen, half lost in the sleepy afterglow of the movie. But he does. Every nerve in him reacts to that sound like someone flipped a switch inside him. He is rock hard in an instant.

His jaw clenches and his heart starts to race.

You tilt your head toward him, catching the sudden tension in his body. “What?” you ask gently, with curious eyes.

He blinks at you like he's trying to rejoin reality. “Do that again.”

“Do what?” you ask, genuinely confused.

“That sound,” he says, shifting slightly away from you, like he needs space to get a grip on himself. “The little sigh. Just… do it again.”

You narrow your eyes, now smiling, but still confused. “What sound, Simon?”

“You know what sound," he says and his energy changes. His voice is low, almost a growl, but playful. "C'mere."

"You're hearing things."

"Am I now?"

You sense the shift in his energy and move slowly toward the edge of the couch. “I didn't do anything!” you giggle.

His eyes flash and there is something hungry behind them. Without warning, he shoots up and you shriek with laughter, jumping up from the couch as Riley blinks awake and watches the sudden chaos unfold. You dart toward the hallway, still giggling.

“Simon!” you squeal, laughing breathlessly as you dodge away from him into the kitchen. He's already chasing you. "What's gotten into you?"

“Do you think you can get away with that?”

“I don’t even know what sound you mean!”

He catches up in three long steps, grabbing you gently but firmly around the waist and lifting you clean off the ground. You laugh even harder now and it echoes through his flat like sunshine. Both of you are breathless, both smiling like idiots.

“You’re insane,“ you laugh, as he presses his face into your stomach, ”put me down!“

„You have no idea what that did to me.“

You twist in his hold, cheeks flushed and your arms come up to wrap around his shoulders as your giggles soften. “You’re being ridiculous."

“Let’s see if you can make more of those,“ he murmurs, already carrying you back to the couch.

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MAKE RAFE GREAT AGAIN | Campaign

OBJECTIVE: In response to the rise of violent misogynistic, manospheric, red-pill and incel (romantic) characterization of Rafe Cameron, I decided to create a campaign for writers to join me to combat it.

RULES: Simply, write a fic about Rafe and Reader where Rafe (a) doesn't act like those terms above, or (b) if he does, where Reader doesn't tolerate that behavior and calls him out on it. You can create a mean/bitchy Reader if you want, but it's not required. All this campaign aims to do is bring together more writers and readers who want to see less of those misogynistic fics and more nuanced takes.

INTERACTIONS: I will be reblogging all those who join this campaign. I want to help facilitate and build up the community. To do so, either drop your link in my inbox, and/or use the tag #zyafics-mrgacampaign. Also, I will be adding the work to this post for a curated list.

ADDITIONAL NOTES: (Optional) If you want to follow the theme of this post, you absolutely can! The hex codes I used for this post are: FCDD00 - E62601 - 28282B, and the divider I created myself, so feel free to use them!

TO CLARIFY: In this campaign, you can also go the DDDNE route! You can create a misogynistic, incelic, or manospheric character of Rafe. But the objective is to not romanticize it. Address it. Inform your audience narratively, lyrically, or thematically that the context is harmful. That's all I ask.

DATES: 06/24/2025 – Present

EXERCEPT: FULL THROTTLE – MAYBANK!READER x BIKER!RIVAL!RAFE

RICH GIRL – @promiscuousg1rl – KOOK!READER X RAFE

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i love you queer people

i love you fat queer people

i love you queer people of color

i love you queer people of different cultures

i love you disabled queer people

i love you differently able queer people

i love you queer systems

i love you neurodivergent queer people

i love you queer people of different religions

i love you intersex people

i love you unlabeled queer people

i love you mentally ill queer people

i love you all queer people

happy pride <3

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"Fuck ICE"

Seen in Denver, Colorado

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Thank you!!

Love the new theme!!! kisses <3

thank u bby! yours is killer as well <3

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Love this!

Summer Lovin’ Masterlist

Rafe Cameron x bsf!reader

Summary: Yn Ln and Rafe Cameron have been best friends since literal birth. They grew up celebrating every birthday, holiday, and occasion together. Their families had always joked about them growing up and getting married someday… but they never needed more from eachother than a friendship. This Summer tensions are running high in many ways… Will their friendship survive? Or might they discover that they have been needing something more?

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three bad bitchs at the same damn time

Holy trinity

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Someone after I whine about something not coming out flawless:

“I mean what did you expect? You did no research, and put no real effort into it.”

Me in a voice that sounds frightening similar to Gregory Bridgerton:

“Yes, but I wanted it to be perfect!”

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When I think I’m just reading and angst fic about ghost and reader dealing with soaps death (which isn’t that light at all) and I find out HE SOLD THE READERS LIVE TO THE ‘DEVIL’ TO BRING BACK SOAP, AND SHE FINDS OUT ON HER DEATH BED, AND THERE IS LITTLE HINTS THROUGHOUT!?!?!?!

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─── SO PRETTY ♡

♡ pairing: emily x fiancée!reader

♡ summary: seeing your fiancée in a suit causes you to short circuit.

♡ warnings / tags: fluff, smut, ssa emily prentiss confirmed giver it's just in her nature, bottom reader, strap-in-v, praise. MDNI!

♡ author's note: emily prentiss pls give me one chance…

5K MASTERLIST ♡ EMILY MASTERLIST

emily was driving you crazy.

your fiancée rarely wore suits anymore these days; you'd seen some pictures from before you'd met and you'd seen her wear them, but even though you'd been together for some years now, you'd never seen her in one; during events you attended together, she usually wore dresses.

so, to say that seeing her wear a suit to your friends' wedding, arm wrapped around your waist and pulling you into her side almost possessively. you couldn't take your eyes off of her the entire night. she led you onto the dance floor by your hand, the woman's arms on your lower back as yours rested on her shoulders.

"you keep staring at me." she smiled in slight amusement as you two swayed according to the music. "it's just that i don't think i've seen you in a suit before." you bit down on your lower lip, the woman letting out a thoughtful hum, "are you sure?" she squeezed your hips, "i'm sure you have."

"no." your plump lips turned down into a pout as you tugged emily closer by her tie, "but i definitely wouldn't mind seeing you in them more often." your lower lip caught between your teeth.

that night, you'd ended up taking a cab home, emily's lips not leaving yours during the entire drive to your shared apartment, her hand under your skirt and between your legs, stroking your clit through your soaked panties, the fabric stuck to your pussy.

her lips barely left yours even as you finally got to your apartment building, and it wasn't long until you were on your shared bed, your hands tied together above your head with the tie had that been around emily's neck, the rest of your clothes long forgotten on the floor as emily tapped the head of her strap against your wet, puffy clit with a plap!

she dragged the silicone down your folds, gathering some of the arousal until she met your entrance, a high gasp leaving your lips mixing with a groan emily let out when she pushed into you, your walls so slick with arousal it was like she could slide right in. "you need me so badly don't you?"

when you let out a whine of a 'yes,' she began to move inside you so reverently and thoughtfully, as if you were a thing to worship, drawing out long, breathy moans. her hand met your left one, her fingers intertwining with yours as she brought your hand to her mouth, kissing your ring finger, right above the ring she'd put on you.

"god, em..." you moaned, and at that moment, with the pleasure buzzing inside of your head, those two words nearly meant the same thing to you, your back arching off the bed when emily's other hand found its way to your clit, her thumb pressing down on the throbbing bud, spelling out her name, thrusting into you with each letter.

you always wondered how a single woman could know your body so well, how she could bring you to the brink of pleasure and back with just one swift thrust of her hips.

emily's lips latched onto your nipple, rolling her tongue around the hardened bud, matching each of the circles that she drew on your clit, and you could already feel yourself getting closer, starting to squeeze around her. she let go of your nipple with a breathy pop! looking up at you with a flushed face, her eyes half-lidded, your head thrown back.

"you're close, aren't you?" she murmured in a low voice, the pleasure too overwhelming for you to be able to do anything but nod. emily's movements intensifying, determined to get you to come undone, your moans getting louder and louder.

until finally, the heat that had been pooling inside of you spread out all over your body, emily's name quietly repeated on your lips like a prayer, your walls clenching around the silicone, emily slowing down her movements, helping you through the pleasure.

"you did so good." emily pressed a kiss between your breasts once you'd finally started coming down and she'd pulled out of you, the buzzing in your head lessening, "looked so pretty for me."

"yeah?" you ask in a soft voice, her hands lifting up your chin so you'd look at her, a soft smile on her lips.

"yeah."

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Holy shit, baby this is sooooo good!!

I finally did a decent Javi/Pedrito portrait! I had lots of fun with this and I’m glad I finally managed to capture his likeness after many, many, many attempts.

Javi is one of my all time favorite characters ever, he’s the loml and Pedro is a sweetheart so I just feel so proud of this one.