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spencer reid + hands

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i love how aggressively gay some bird species are. there will be articles like “incidences of homosexuality were recorded” neglecting to mention that most of the population of the species is lesbian

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I will NEVER shut up about glasses Reid. ౨ৎ

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Reading hitchikers guide for the first time was really funny because it was like ohhhh THIS the writing that every unfunny nerd has been trying to emulate from like ‘00-‘12 . But good.

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me, unloading a fitted sheet from the dryer: *squinting* what's that you've got in your mouth

fitted sheet: nothing :)))))))

me, prying open its twisted jaws: na-ah!!! give it to me RIGHT now!!

fitted sheet: *resentfully spits out a wad of 3 very damp dishtowels, a pillowcase, and a pathetically sodden washcloth*

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thank you for using this hellsite as intended.

reblogs are important, if you liked a post, reblog it! that is how posts are spread, that is how people get to see art and creations and fics. it makes creators very, very happy.

we have a long time until season three, let's make sure everyone feels appreciated.

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Tenner

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One of the best fics I’ve read in a long time

I can see it clear as day - Chapter 4 of 6 - Pat x Reader - BBC Ghosts

“Are you sure about this, Pat?” You shift in place, not quite able to meet his eyes. He’s sat behind you, his legs hooked between yours, keeping them neatly open, leaving you exposed for anyone who may walk in to see. Your skirt is carefully folded beneath you; you’re still not sure quite how the physics of it all works, but you’d rather not risk it rematerializing halfway through. Those kinds of things seem like they might ruin the mood.

You’re glad he can’t see you like this. Your face feels hot to the touch, embarrassment winning over excitement. You can feel Pat pressed tightly against the line of your back, a familiar hardness kept away from the bare skin of your backside by nothing more than the fabric of his thin tan shorts. You lean your head back against his shoulder as he pats your bare thigh gently, his other arm wound around your waist as he holds you neatly in place.

As far as trust-building exercises go, this isn’t one you’ve ever heard of before. You hope this isn’t one that he frequently uses for any of the clubs or groups he runs. You really need to start getting to more of them.

It wouldn’t surprise me if he did. Oh gosh, do not think about that. Do not think about who else Pat might have done this with. I’ll only make myself more anxious. 

“I’m sure, petal. Now, correct me if I’m wrong, but I seem to remember you saying you have a little bit of trouble gettin’ off since passing and, well, not having access to certain marital aids of the vibrating variety. Isn’t that right?”

You bury your face in your hands, a high-pitched whimper falling from your lips. Why did you ever tell him that? 

Pat lets out an amused huff. One broad hand reaches for yours, tugging them away from your face as he gently chides you. “None of that now. I asked a simple question. An answer would be appreciated.”

Trying to buy yourself some time to calm your nerves, you start to squirm in place, only to have Pat’s arm around your waist tighten, his legs hooked around yours remaining steadfast, holding you open. 

“I’m waiting.” Letting out a shuddering breath, you nod wordlessly. Pat makes a noise of disapproval. “Pet. What’ve I said about needing to say something before we can do it?”

“Sorry Pat,” you murmur softly. You bite your lip, trying to find the words to say what you need to say. It’s silly, you realise. This is something you want. Why, then, is it so hard to say as much? This is Pat. It’s not as if Pat would tell anyone else about your little… trouble with coming. You can trust him, can’t you? 

“Yes. Yes, it’s… I have trouble with…” You trail off, hoping Pat will show mercy. He remains silent, waiting. Unmoving. There is no sound but your joint breathing filling the room. You try to shift again. His grip tightens.

“Are you sure this isn’t part of my punishment, Pat?” you whine, unable to help yourself. Still, he remains silent. At last, you snap, “Yes, alright? Are you happy now? I find it hard to get off by myself. Happy?”

“Thank you for saying that, petal. I know it was tough,” he says, voice steady and soothing. It does a little to calm your frayed nerves. “And to answer your question… no, of course I’m not happy. It’s a damn shame to hear you have trouble in that area. But that’s alright; that’s why I’m here. We’re going to work together as a team to find out what you like and what feels good, so that you don’t get all frustrated when you’re by yourself with no one there to provide a bit of relief. Otherwise, what will you do when I’m not available to lend a helping hand?” Pat says with a little laugh. He rubs his hand soothingly against your hip, the other trailing patterns across your bare thigh. 

“I just… don’t come,” you say softly, shrugging as much as you can in Pat’s arms. You can feel him freeze behind you. You shift in his grip, embarrassment rising. “It’s not that surprising really, is it? What else am I supposed to do? It’s not like anyone passed with a vibrator in their pocket.”

If Julian did, I’m sure he would have mentioned it by now. 

Pat lets out an unsteady breath. “Well. You’ve got me now.”

Your chest tightens. You reach down to place your hand over Pat’s, giving it a squeeze. You hope he’s right. 

“What I’d like you to do first, pet, is to start nice and slow for me. Show me how you usually touch yourself—” Before you can interject, be presses on. “I know you said you don’t do it often, but humour me. Let me feel how you like it, and what doesn’t work for you, so I can see where we can go from there.”

"If you're sure..."

I can see it clear as day (14858 words) by Otaku_girl Chapters: 4/6 Fandom: Ghosts (TV 2019) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Pat Butcher (Ghosts TV 2019)/Reader Characters: Pat Butcher (Ghosts TV 2019), Reader, Julian Fawcett, Thomas Thorne (Ghosts TV 2019) Additional Tags: Misunderstandings, Praise Kink, Kink Negotiation, Relationship Negotiation, Vaginal Fingering, Masturbation, Mutual Masturbation, Get Together, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Blow Jobs, Spanking, Oral Sex, First Time, Aftercare, Safe Sane and Consensual, GentleDom!Pat, Reader-Insert, no y/n, Virginity, Smut, gentle dominant Pat Butcher, Light BDSM, Light Dom/sub, Bisexual Pat Butcher (Ghosts TV 2019) Series: Part 4 of Oxytocin Summary: “What did that pillock do this time?” Julian asks, eyes darting past you to the open doorway behind you. “Julian! You cannot go around calling him such unsightly names.” Thomas turns to you as though looking for backup. This time, though, you can’t bring yourself to defend Pat. “How’s that saying go? Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. Fool me three times—” “And you’re probably really, really hot?” “Julian!” After your little punishment with Julian and Thomas, you and Pat finally have the time to catch up and talk things through. Or, well, you would, if Pat would only make the time for you as he promised…

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an expert analysis of my five day old chicks

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lets overthrow mama

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Favorite bird genre has got to be 'that's literally just a dinosaur'

Groove-Billed Ani

Hoatzin

Pheasant Coucal

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I don’t see a dog here. Just a big cat

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We never really talked about it but The Ugly Ducking that grew up to be a beautiful swan was still probably pretty fugly from a duck’s perspective

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every night I think “wow this might be the night I go to bed early” and every time without fail I fuck it up