#pastry documentaries

[everyonesacookiemal]

I feel that now is a good time to dive deeper into the cookiemals as a whole, so let's start off with general information about each family. Starting off with the Bread and bread-like cookiemals.

All of the cookiemals with bread as their main ingredient have some resembles some type of rodent, which could range from a simple mouse to giant capybaras. I used to be one of them as well, but I'm not a good example anymore now am I?

So I brought in Croissant Mouse cookie to show what one would really look like!

[rynbutt]

pierced. pt. 8 | spencer reid.

When you told Spencer you loved him, he didn't know how to react. JJ helped him see what he was missing... but what if he never got to tell you himself?

you can find the other parts on my masterlist.

cw: fem!reader, angst, guns, criminal minds shiii, mentions of murder, being shot, etc.

a/n: re-upload cus i was unhappy with the previous one >:(

You and Spencer had been together for seven months.

Seven months of impromptu late night visits to your apartment when he got back from trips, watching his favourite documentaries while he talked the whole way through them, your surprise visits to the bureau with a box of pastries, seven months of proving to Spencer that he was worth every ounce of happiness he felt. 

Spencer didn’t believe in miracles or signs, but just your pure existence was enough for him to ponder such things. You understood him, you were patient with him and his demanding work, you were kind to him and let him ramble about whatever was on his mind, even if it took him far too long to get to the point. You never got angry with him when he shut down or had a hard time verbally communicating his problems, you were just there and that was enough.

You knew you loved Spencer, it was hard not to. You knew how Spencer felt about the ‘chemical and hormonal reactions of affection’, if anything it made you love him more, how technical and literal he was about virtually everything. You loved him nonetheless and you knew you wanted to tell him, even if you would never hear it back or you would be met with an analysis of why you felt ‘love’ for him. How it was all technically just your vast attraction and affection towards him and the bond you’d created. You’d roll your eyes and tell him you loved him anyway.

“You got your keys?” You called from the bathroom as you combed your hair.

Spencer had slept over once again. He basically lived with you, many of his clothes and books were packed into your cupboards and shelves, some pairs of his shoes sitting in the bottom of the closet next to yours. He even spent time going over case files while you were still at work, making sure to feed Tofu and have dinner ready for you. You had fallen into a domestic routine and you knew how much Spencer liked routine. 

“Yeah, what time will you be home?” Spencer called back from the living room, gathering case files and books into his satchel.

“Maybe five? I have an early finish,” you replied, leaning close to the mirror to comb mascara through your lashes. You heard Spencer’s footsteps nearing as he approached you in your ensuite, pulling the door open to kiss you goodbye.

“Okay, I just have paperwork to do today, maybe we can go out for dinner tonight?” He suggested, leaning his head against the doorframe.

“Sounds perfect, Spence,” you smiled.

“Okay,” he grinned, “I’ll see you tonight. Call me before you leave?”

“Yup, I will,” you turned to look at him. Spencer leaned down to kiss your cheek.

“Okay, angel,” he smiled, turning to leave your bedroom. “Bye!”

“I love you!” you called out, grinning at yourself in the mirror when you heard his footsteps come to an abrupt stop. You knew he hesitated for a moment before the footsteps continued and your apartment door latched closed.

Spencer wasn’t one for proclamations of love, cringing at the scenes in rom coms before over analysing every detail. You would always remind him that it was just a movie, and that it’s nice to tell people you love them. Spencer always dismissed the idea, but you weren’t going to sway on telling him you loved him, you felt like he needed to know that someone loved him and that in a room full of people, he’s the only one you would look for.

You weren’t offended when he didn’t say it back or come running back into the bathroom to confirm what you said. If anything, you expected it. You just wanted him to know how you felt.

Spencer drove in silence, both hands gripping the wheel as he replayed your confession in his head. Sure, his parents had told him they loved him when he was a young kid, but Spencer knew it was because of maternal and paternal instincts. But you. You loved him because you knew him, because you understood him, learned his flaws and loved him anyway. 

He walked into the bullpen in his own little bubble, barely registering that other people had greeted him as he made a beeline for his JJ’s office. Spencer shoved the door open, startling JJ who was on the phone to Will.

“Spencer? What- Hold on,” JJ said.

“Y/N told me she loved me,” Spencer almost yelled, his hands gripping the strap of his satchel.

JJ stared at him for a moment before bringing the phone back to her ear, “Hey, Will. I’ll call you back, okay?” She hung up the phone, turning her attention to Spencer, “...what’s wrong with that?”

“I don’t know! I just- I didn’t expect it, and I’m not sure how I feel or if she’s mad because I didn’t even say it back and I don’t even know if I should say it back-” he rambled, pulling a chair out to sit at JJ’s desk. 

“Do you love her?” JJ asked, eyes narrowing at Spencer who seemed entirely too worked up.

“What?” Spencer asked.

“Do you love her?” JJ repeated. Spencer opened his mouth and JJ held up her hand, knowing he was going to ask an overly analytical question, “When I ask if you love her, I mean do you miss her when she’s not around? Or do you get excited when you see her? Do you look forward to seeing her at the end of the day?”

Spencer stared at her a moment, thinking about it, “I do… But feeling affection toward someone you care about is entirely normal-”

“What you feel is love, Spence,” JJ replied. “It’s probably something new to you but you don’t have to fight it.” “I’m not fighting it,” Spencer retorted, “I’m thinking about it factually-”

“You’re fighting it,” JJ said blankly. “You’re probably afraid to lose her, afraid that it’ll all go wrong somehow just because you say you love her… In my opinion, it’s important to remind the people you hold close that you do love them, before it’s too late to tell them at all.”

Spencer didn’t say anything as he thought about it, his lips forming a tight line.

“Loving her looks like it comes naturally to you,” JJ said honestly.

Spencer spent the rest of the morning thinking about it, thinking about you and how irrational he felt when it came to you. He wanted to make you happy, wanted you to be proud of him. He wouldn’t care if he had no one else as long as he had you. 

The case they were working on was local to the area. Spencer didn’t anticipate working on a case at all, no one did, but after Hotch called them in, they realised they had little time to act. Three women had been abducted over a week, all turning up dead within 24 hours. The most recent victim they were looking for had maybe 12 hours before she would be found the same way.

They worked the case all day, Spencer and Rossi stayed behind to set up a geographical profile while Emily, Hotch and Morgan visited the morgue to establish victimology. It helped Spencer take his mind off the guilt of not returning your confession. He knew he was definitely thinking about it more than you were, it’s the type of person you were. You were honest and you were never ashamed of your feelings, he always wished he could be like that.

By the four hour mark, Spencer and Rossi were sure they had established the UnSub’s comfort zone and with help from Garcia, they had found where he was keeping the last victim.

It all moved so fast from there.

The house was secluded, a large shed in the back and surrounded by mostly forest. Hotch sent JJ, Morgan and Spencer to cover the shed while he stayed back with Rossi and Emily to cover the house. Spencer held his gun close as he rounded the shed, searching for a way in. He suddenly thought of you and he didn’t know why. 

Spencer heard the victim before he saw her. He called for JJ the moment he saw her hunched in the corner, duct tape over her mouth and her wrists and ankles bound. Spencer put his gun away, gently peeling the duct tape from her mouth.

“You’re okay,” Spencer said, peeling the tape from her ankles.

The girl began crying, “thank you,” she hiccuped, tears streaming down her bruised face, “thank you.”

“We found her,” JJ said into her mic, putting her gun away as she helped the girl to her feet. “Where’s the UnSub?”

“I don’t know,” Spencer muttered, wracking his brain.

They walked outside, Spencer helping hold the girl up as she stumbled on her weak legs. Morgan jogged over to them, “Where the hell is he?”

“Help Hotch and Rossi,” JJ suggested.

Spencer frowned as he looked around, “he could very well be watching us-”

Spencer felt the pang against his abdomen before he heard the gunshot. Before he knew it, he was on the ground, a splitting pain surging through his body from his right side. He heard the victim scream, JJ diving to the ground with her. 

His chest felt heavy, like a weight had been dropped on him. He blindly reached his left hand down, feeling the warmth oozing from his abdomen, not the best place to be shot. He lifted his hand, crimson blood covering his skin. His ears were ringing, he couldn’t hear, could barely see. All he could think about was you. You, you, you.

“Spencer!” JJ yelled, crawling to his side, “oh my god.”

“We need an ambulance!” Morgan exclaimed. Two of the local officers escorted the UnSub out of the house in handcuffs. 

Spencer looked up at JJ, her hair hanging down in front of his face, blocking the bright sun, “Can-Can you do me a favour?” His voice was weak, every word hurting his chest as he spoke.

“Just- shit! Hang on a minute!” JJ pressed her hands against the wound, Morgan falling to her side to press his over shirt against the wound, trying to stop the bleeding. 

“Can you tell- Can you please tell Y/N I love her,” Spencer muttered out, breathing heavily.

“You can tell her yourself, kid,” Morgan replied, his hands covered in Spencer’s blood. After that, Spencer felt himself growing more and more tired, his eyes falling closed as JJ and Morgan yelled for him to stay awake. He couldn’t do it, he was so tired, he just needed to shut his eyes. Just for a minute.

You felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders when you told Spencer how you felt. It was always important to you that the people you cared for knew how much you appreciate them, Spencer was no exception. But you knew Spencer probably wouldn’t say it back, at least not right away, and you were okay with that. You were sure he would come around eventually. Eventually was good enough for you.

You sat at your desk for most of the day, only getting up to refill your mug or get on the ass of one of your coworkers who hadn’t submitted their project yet. You hadn’t heard from Spencer all day, which upset you a little given that Spencer was always calling or texting you about something. You understood it probably had something to do with your love confession.

By the time five o’clock had rolled around, you still hadn’t heard from Spencer. So you decided to call him. Your phone rang for a short while before you heard his voicemail, you assumed he was probably still busy with work.

“Hey, Spence. I’m on my way home now… Call me when you can,” you said before hanging up. You leaned against the elevator wall, wondering if maybe you frightened him a little too much.

As if on cue, Penelope’s name blinked across your screen, you answered the call, “Hey Pen-”

She sounded frantic, “Y/N, thank god! Y/N, Spencer’s in the hospital-”

“What?!” You stood bolt upright, your hand death gripping your phone.

“He was shot! We-We were working a case and he was just-”

“Where is he?” You ran as soon as the elevator dinged open, fumbling for your keys in your purse as you ran to the car garage.

“We’re at the hospital, he’s in surgery and I-”

“Send me the address, I’m coming now.”

You weren’t sure how you didn’t get pulled over with how fast you were driving. You couldn’t think straight, all you had on your mind was Spencer. You pulled into the closest car park outside the ER, not even bothering to check if you were supposed to pay or not. 

You bolted inside, your heart in your throat the moment you saw everyone sitting in the waiting room. Hotch was pacing back and forth and Penelope looked like she had been crying. You didn’t even realise it but you had been crying too, hot tears streaming down your face. Penelope saw you first, darting up from her seat to meet you halfway.

“You’re here,” she muttered into your hair, holding you tight.

“W-What happened?” Was all you managed to get out.

“We were tracking an UnSub and we found one of the victims on his property and he just- he shot him. I don’t even-” Penelope let out a deep breath.

“Fuck,” you breathed, feeling as more tears began streaming down your face, ruining your makeup.

“Y/N…” JJ came to hug you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders. You held JJ for a moment as you cried, sniffling into your hand. 

“Where is he?” You asked as JJ pulled away.

“He’s in surgery,” JJ replied, guiding you over to sit down with the rest of the team. You felt numb as you sat down next to Emily, your hands held tight in your lap. JJ was talking to you but you couldn’t hear her, you couldn’t hear anything. Emily rubbed your back, letting you cry softly as she comforted you.

It was hours before you heard anything. You had cried so much that it made you exhausted, falling asleep against Emily. Rossi draped his coat over you, letting you rest until the surgeon came out to the waiting room. Emily gently shook your shoulder and you shot up once you noticed the surgeon.

“He’s okay.”

You felt like the weight of the world lifted off you.

“Can I see him?” You asked. “He’s on a lot of pain medication-”

“Please,” you sounded pained.

“Of course,” the surgeon said, “he might be out of it for a few days, but for now he’s stable.”

One of the nurses guided you to his room as the surgeon briefed the rest of the team on Spencer’s condition. You would ask JJ to give you the details later, all you wanted right now was to see Spencer, hold his hand, just be with him. 

Your heart squeezed when you saw him, cords hanging around him everywhere, an IV in his arm and his eyes closed. He would have looked like he was peacefully asleep if it weren’t for the beeping, the needle in his arm, the sterile smell of the hospital ward and the thin tube under his nose. 

You pulled a chair next to him, sitting down by his bedside and reaching for his hand. His hand was still warm despite the coldness around him. You let out a sigh of relief, bringing his hand to your lips to press a kiss to his knuckle.

No one could get you to move after that. Penelope and Morgan tried to get you to come get food with them, Hotch and Rossi both offered to drive you home so you could get some sleep. You refused. You couldn’t leave him, not now. Not when he needed you.

a/n: i'm a degenerate when it comes to mgg

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[ivovynckier]

Patisserie meets history in the documentary “Ottolenghi and the Cakes of Versailles” (2019).

The Metropolitan Museum of Art asks chef Yotam Ottolenghi to prepare a full buffet of desserts from the era of the Sun King for the gala opening of their exhibition on Versailles.

Not that he invents/prepares the many desserts himself - he hires 5 highly specialised pastry chefs from various continents for this unique gig - but there’s plenty of research involved in the effort.

Marie Antoinette didn’t really say “Let them eat cake!” but at this reception, the guests most certainly do. Nobody’s going home without a sugar high.

(Don’t worry about the language: this is the German edition but even that is English spoken.)

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[diejager]

Something crazy lol

How would the monster 141 guys react to hunter sneezing so hard their nose starts bleeding? cold is crazy where I am that this just happened

Cw: weird medical thing, blood, bloody nose, tell me if I missed any.

You caught a fever on the last mission, having to treck through the cold, rural regions of Finland, your bodies victim to the biting frost and staying in an abandoned bunker turned safe house for a few days resulted with that. As a medic - the medic of the Task Force - you knew what to do and what not to do, it was implemented in your training to rid of a cold or small sickness as quick as possible for a weakened body. They naturally flock you like worried mothers once you’re back on base, whenever someone was free, they’d tail you around the base, helping you with things if you had trouble with it because of your runny nose and dazed mind. They became your shadows, a perpetual shape following you from behind or the side.

It was expected from you to help even when you were sick, wearing a mask around people, taking care to avoid infecting others with your strand, and eating farther from your team or in the safety of your room where you wouldn’t worry about sharing the contagion while you ate. You took your medications on a regular schedule, a pill of ibuprofen for the aches, your pounding head, your throbbing joints and general soreness, and acetaminophen for your growing fever. You estimated, from prior experience, that your fever would break a week or two in when you took care to drink water, ate correctly, took your meds and slept regularly, but it persisted. Your fever was like a pest, consistent and stubbornly staying in your system. 

It got to the point that your nose became much too irritated, sensitive to the slightest touch or whenever you sneezed again and again. Your nose pained you with everything you did, and after one too many sneeze, something ruptured. You splattered blood on the inside of your mask after a painful sneeze, a raspy cough following it and a flurry of panic from them. Throwing away any caution and self-consideration for their health to hurry to your side, worried hands pawing at you and whispering their concerns at your sudden bloody nose. 

If they were worried about you before, now they were extremely concerned. Price had you confined to your room, tied down to your bed and left under watch with at least one man by your side, and they ignored every little complaints and huffs you threw at them. Ghost and Horangi had to manhandle you to your bed, laying your head on the soft pillow Alejandro and Rudy went on a hunt for and covering - wrapping you in with how much you struggled against them - you with a thick and warm blanket that Gaz went to the trouble of buying on a sudden whim. 

The sergeants had more time on hand, rerouting to your room so often that they lived with you, entertaining you when you grew bored from reading novels and watching a série or documentary on your tablet. They made you laugh and made your moments less depressing. Ghost and the colonels had less time to visit, but they came whenever they could, always bringing a plate of sweets or a snack to fix your occasional hunger; Ghost with his chip bag, König with his pastry, and Alejandro with his spiced food. Price was the busiest man of the team, glued to his desk and old and used chair, signing paperwork and having to think of a temporary replacement for you, but he still had time to pass at night or after he ate, bringing you a plate from the mess hall. 

You hated being sick, it went against all you stood for and it ultimately made your Task Force worry and fuss about you.

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[papaver-decervicatus]

Headcanons- John Price

Birthday, January 11, 1985

Early Life

Born in Hertfordshire

Only Child, his mother (Mary) had him at 16. He never knew his father

His mother was a barmaid who struggled on and off with substance abuse issues throughout his childhood. His grandmother died before he was born, so he was mostly raised by his Grandfather.

Full name is Jonathan Michael Price Junior, after his maternal Grandfather, not his father.

As a child he only ever went by John to differentiate himself from Johnathan, who was well known as an accomplished hunter in the area. The name stuck into his enlistment, though.

Jonathan was a Captain during WWII, only married once, had three children including his youngest, Mary

Devout Anglican, Price is thus probably the most religious of the 141

Grew up hunting and tracking game on his Grandfather’s property, which he inherited and still owns.

While he specializes in tracking, does and has always preferred fishing to hunting. Mostly because he finds cleaning and gutting fish less annoying and gross than cleaning and gutting game.

Still hunts occasionally.

Has a small collection of antique lures in his office. 

Was an alright student throughout school, but he dropped out at 16 to pursue the stability of a military career.

Got married at 19 to a girl from his village, trying to follow in his grandfather’s footsteps, divorced at 22 when he discovered she was cheating while he was deployed

Has an irrational fear that the ex-wife hid a possible child from him

She stopped collecting alimony payments three or so years after the divorce. The ruling was reversed in court. Hasn’t seen her since he was 25. 

His greatest regret in life is that he wasn’t around for his grandfather in his final days. He was deployed when Johnathan was diagnosed, and died, from Leukemia.

General

Originally started smoking cigars to try and cut back on his cigarette-smoking habit, did not really work.

Was first gifted his preferred cigars, Maduro, by his first Captain, Captain Macmillan after he gained the rank of Lieutenant.

He has a box of limited edition, 2016 anniversary Maduros he intends on giving Soap once he becomes a Lieutenant to keep the tradition alive.

A pretty good cook; hates baking though. Has a natural talent for throwing flavor profiles together, and he can turn rations into something really special with foraged ingredients in the field.

HATES takeout, HATES eating out, and would much rather make himself a shitty home cooked meal than have anyone else cook for him.

The only exception to this is cafes, he enjoys the occasional pastry + newspaper ambiance when he has downtime.

Actually prefers coffee to tea, but is very particular about his coffee. He also has coffee more frequently in the field so he will opt to make tea when at home/ordering at a cafe

Can pair any meal with a cocktail, even if he has to invent the cocktail himself.

Generally very good when it comes to flavor, except he has the cilantro soap gene. His spice tolerance is mild at best.

Originally grew out his beard to hide/cover rosacea and acne scars

Has since gotten over this insecurity, now just has the beard because he vastly prefers his face with it

Actually has a master's degree in teaching, whenever he gets leave off he takes a couple of classes at a local college

If he is ever forced to retire from the military, he intends on becoming a history teacher 

When he’s home, which is very infrequent, he regularly volunteers with his church at various pantries and soup kitchens.

Frequently passed up for promotion because he can, will, and frequently does, bend the rules. 

When it comes to reprimanding, he’s the worst out of the bunch. He’s not above screaming and spitting in a private’s face to get them scared shitless. 

It’s not because he’s a shitty guy, it’s because he’s seen too many good soldiers die over stupid mistakes to tolerate them. 

Likes romcoms and nature documentaries. 

The muppet insult originated because he got told he couldn't say "fuckwit" to subordinates and "muppet" has a similar mouth feel to "fuckwit."

Price does not want children or to get married. He is married to his work in a lot of ways, he would have to feel a very very very special way about someone to put them into the danger of his job.

Conversely, Price is absolutely the most likely of the 141 to have a secret family somewhere.

Price’s most toxic trait is that he can justify anything. If he thinks it’s worth the mission, God himself could not sway Price away from it. Genuinely believes he’s doing it for the greater good. If it’s not for the greater good, he's not bothering with it. Price would commit an awful war crime and not blink twice about it if he thought it would further humanity (Oh original timeline Captain Price, you evil-for-the-sake-of-good bastard.)

Talents, special bonds, ETC

Originally took a partial interest in Soap because he reminded Price of a friend he had way back in his private days when he worked alongside Declan O’Conor

She was a sniper from the US

He was given Simon and Gary from her company when they were both sergeants and later sent Gaz to get trained by her to be a sniper.

She now only trains soldiers and is technically retired from active duty because of severe combat injuries.

Considers her something of a guardian angel because her overwatch kept him alive through so much tough shit.

His waterproof and windproof lighter was originally hers, but he used it so frequently that she sort of stopped asking for it back.

To this day, this old friend of his is the only person he lets touch his lighter or light his cigars beside Nikolai. Considers it his good luck charm and is superstitious about it.

Visits her in the US whenever he’s around, and gives her updates on Ghost and Roach when he can.

The relationship is purely platonic, but Simon still gives him shit about “His Girlfriend”

Has the innate ability to “smell when water is about to boil.” Gaz and Soap do not believe him, they think he has a water to heat time table memorized or something. Ghost does not understand it, but he’s seen Price leave water unattended until the very second it's about to boil over too many times to refute his claim

Genuinely believes that Declan O’Conor was KIA, and harbors a lot of guilt over that. In his mind, he was not there to help his friend when he was on a solo mission that killed him. If he ever found out O’Conor was still alive he would be very upset/feel betrayed

Has few close relationships outside of the military, but they include:

Kate Laswell and her wife, he gets along really well with Kate’s wife, to the point that Kate often feels left out when he’s around (again, purely platonic, queer women just love this man)

Nikolai. The two have boned. Are they FWB? Are they soulmates? Are they gay married? No clue, but its the truth.

US friend. Has a standing agreement to marry her should either of them require marital status for something like healthcare

Is the woman he lost the pissing contest to

She calls him “Johnny Cash”

Gaz hates being around them because they act worse like a married couple than Price and Nikolai, which is bad enough.

Their relationship is very reminiscent of Soap and Ghost, where Ghost is Price and the friend is Soap. 

Price refuses to introduce her to Soap because Ghost made him promise never to (he knows she’s got hella embarrassing stories about him and fears what energy having  the two in the same room would create.)  

His cousins. Is not super close with his uncles, but grew up around the same time as their kids so he is pretty close with them. Considers their kids his nieces and nephews.

Specialty!! How he views the mainline 141 boys!

He sees Soap as a protege specifically because he believes he can train him out of his more impulsive habits, in a sort of sick and twisted way, Price knows that Soap will eventually lose his FNG outlook and he wants to be there to direct him out of it when he does-- Just like Macmillan did to him.

He sees Gaz as a soldier because Gaz is already so established in his skillsets that Price sort of thinks "Can't teach an old dog new tricks." He knows that Gaz is damn good at what he does and is not impulsive/explosive enough to make it to where Price has, but there is no one he would rather have under his command. He trusts Gaz's moral judgement the most out of the group and absolutely favors him for it, whether or not he would admit to it.

He sees Ghost as sort of a lateral officer. For better or for worse, Simon Riley is dead, and Price is haunted by his Ghost for that reason. He harbors an immense amount of guilt for not being able to save Simon so he keeps Ghost on a loose leash. Price sees Ghost as sort of a tragic guard dog, too feral and traumatized to be anything more but still fearsome and worthy of love and respect.

[snail-noodle]

About the Antagonists...

I keep thinking about how the St. Pastry Order is also an antagonistic force for the other cookies! Their motives still remain a mystery.

On one hand, we know they're a cult, and they seem to have a connection with the first five cookies, but may have a different motive/goal after the Five Cookies were sealed away?

We know Dark Enchantress Cookie is lined up with the Beasts right now, so they're practically a different evil force altogether. However, this could eventually change! 👀 Given that DE plans to give the Beasts physical bodies, it wouldn't surprise me if they end up betraying her once they've regained their full strength.

I mean, come on. There's no way the Beasts are going to listen to a cookie who has half a life. I'm betting they're just playing nice with DE for their own benefit. Not to mention, in the documentary for Beast-Yeast, they mentioned about something happening in the world-wide boss battle event that Dark Enchantress Cookie herself was not expecting.

That made it sound like her plans for Beasts went awry and they will betray her in the future! It's either going to be that or even a completely different enemy. I doubt it's a new antagonist, so I'll stick with the Beasts being the cause for the boss event!

....

Now I can't help but wonder about that boss event. 😭 You know it's going to be serious if Dark Enchantress herself wasn't expecting something to happen.

[haee-elia]

1x04 - plain sight

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader (reader is non-bau agent)

summary: in which spencer reid gets some advice to ask out his best friend as a gift on his birthday

word count: 3684 (HOW DO THESE JUST KEEP GETTING LONGER)

warnings: mentions of tommy killer (he r*ped and killed) although no mention directly of his crimes. no gore or descriptive language

a/n: wow! i’ve written so much in these past few weeks, wowee! i’ve planned the next few episodes and i’m really excited to get started on a few of them. i am currently rewatching criminal minds and planning as i watch each episode again (this is my third time going through the entire series)

i just wanna say, thanks for so much of the support whether you’re a lurker, you’ve liked, reblogged, or commented. i very much appreciate just overall any love on my writing!

here’s the masterlist of the rest of the one shots

and here’s the premise of what i’m doing

You had a very large smile on your face as you stood behind Spencer, standing next to Elle, JJ, and Morgan singing the BAU’s resident genius a very, very happy birthday.

Although you weren’t part of the BAU team, you were extremely close to all the younger members of the team. So much so that Agent Gideon and Agent Hotchner didn’t even blink twice if they saw you in the bullpen, accompanying one of the team members. You had first met the BAU team members through one of your best friends at the bureau, Penelope Garcia.

Outside of the office, you enjoyed baking pastries, desserts, and other goods and you would often bring them to work and drop them off in the various break rooms around the buildings. You didn’t realize that Penelope enjoyed your cupcakes enough to devise a hunt on who was leaving the baked goods and to say you were mildly surprised that random Tuesday morning bringing in brownies after baking them the night before.

It was safe to say you became fast friends with eclectic and funky technical analyst. Penelope then introduced you to the BAU and you found that you fit right in. You and Morgan often reminisced about both of your fathers that died on duty to their respective police departments. You and JJ enjoyed organizing a 1 on 1 game of soccer to get a quick workout in. You and Elle, the newest addition to the BAU team, traded family recipes, both coming from Spanish households.

However, there was one member of the team that the moment you met, you just clicked with, even more than Penelope. That member was Dr. Spencer Reid, the young 23, now 24, year old genius who was a better expert in anything than anyone you had ever met.

On weekends when the BAU didn’t have a case, you and Spencer would get a coffee and walk around bookshops in the D.C. area. If you saw a documentary or play being held nearby, you would check with Spencer if he wanted to join you. When he found out you couldn’t ride a bike, he offered to teach you and took you to the park where you spent the day laughing and bonding over scrapped knees. Sometimes, you would walk into the bullpen and Spencer would have a new factoid about baking and others, he would have a whole new recipe that he thought you might like. You two just meshed together really well.

Spencer, who seemed more awkward and shy at first, quickly opened up to you once you made it known that you didn’t care if he rambled on about something new he learned or that you didn’t find it weird how he could read quickly yet didn’t fully trust new technology.

You, who struggled with people pleasing and perfectionism, weren’t afraid to show flaws and mistakes in front of Spencer who encouraged you that your slightly lopsided souffle still tasted great and that the neighbor at your apartment complex who you had spent a year and a half to befriend wasn’t worth your time or effort anymore.

Unfortunately, being so close with Spencer meant you knew all of him and it was impossible to squash the blazing crush your heart and mind had set on him. Both of you were single and it technically wasn’t prohibited to date within the bureau if you were on different teams, like you and Spencer are, but after knowing the man for about a year and a half and spending so much time with him, you were almost sure he wasn’t interested in you.

He hadn’t made any move to ask you out or turn any of your regular outings into a date and you were being incredibly not subtle about your affections on the young genius to the point that you would definitely question his ability as a profiler if he wasn’t able to pinpoint your adoration and crush on him.

The smartest thing for you to do would be to distance yourself from Spencer and maybe try and get over him by going on dates, but everytime you thought about doing so, you would get a call from Spencer and it was like your heart couldn’t tell him no.

Which brought you to present day, singing happy birthday and celebrating Spencer’s 24th birthday with the rest of the BAU team. Spencer, dressed in a checkerboard light blue shirt with a ridiculous birthday hat shaped like a cartoon birthday cake that Derek had bought for him, was sitting at his desk in front of a cake you had made him.

As you ended the celebratory happy birthday song, you watched as Spencer went to blow out the candles and they kept relighting.

Derek was jokingly mocking him, telling him he was full of hot air, and JJ and Elle were laughing quietly as Spencer kept blowing at the candles.

You decide to take some pity on the situation and tell him, “Spence,” You address, not noting the way Spencer immediately looked towards you when you called him, “They’re trick candles that Derek bought. No matter how much blowing they’ll never go out.”

Derek awed now that his prank was done and JJ left briefly to go get a cup of water to be able to put the still lit candles out. You just came up closer to Spencer.

“Happy birthday, Spence!” You wish him as you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him from behind. It was a bit awkward since he was sitting down and you were standing up, but his height made it easier.

As JJ came back and took off the candles, Elle was ready with the cake knife that you had brought along with the cake, paper plates, and utensils.

“Aw, come on,” Derek playfully complained as he saw the inside of the cake, “Vanilla? Really, that’s so boring!” He said even though his eyes told a different story.

You chuckled and patted Spencer’s shoulders with your hands before moving to help Elle get slices cut for everyone, “Alright, Derek. When it’s your birthday, you get to choose the flavor.” You reprimand him, equally as playful in tone.

“And,” You add, “Vanilla isn’t boring. A good vanilla is the best flavor there it.” You hand off one of the paper plates to Spencer who looked ready to dig into his favorite flavor of cake.

He nodded along to what you were saying as well, “Did you know that when vanilla first left Mexico in the early 1500s, it was thought to only have value as an ingredient and aromatic in perfumes? It wasn’t until 1519 that it was discovered to the Spaniards to be useful as a flavoring.”

You smiled, “No, I didn’t know. That’s really cool. Vanilla is one of my favorite flavors to bake with.” You say, “Did you know that vanilla is still the most popular ice cream flavor in the U.S?”

Spencer nodded, his mouth chewing the moist vanilla cake that you had made the night before in preparation of his birthday.

In fact, he was actually over at your apartment as you baked his cake. You at first argued against him being there, wanting his cake to be a surprise, but he convinced you that you were only baking the cakes that night and you were going to wait to frost it in the morning. And of course, you couldn’t say no to Spencer so he sat on one of your barstools as you mixed up ingredients for the vanilla cake batter. He also licked the spatula and bowl clean afterwards and you allowed it because he was the birthday boy (you also couldn’t say no to Spence).

“Oh my god,” You heard Elle say, “This is the best cake I’ve ever had.”

JJ and Derek chuckled and you beamed under the praise, “Just wait until your birthday, Elle. I’ll make you that Caramel Flan recipe you gave me.”

“I would literally kiss you.” She stated, her eyes widened just with the thought of the delicious Cuban dessert.

“Pucker up,” You joked and turned your cheek to Elle, leaning your cheek closer and tapping on it. All of you laughed and JJ and Derek broke off in conversation with Elle about the other cakes and desserts you had made them for their birthdays.

“I don’t think I’ve told you thank you,” Spencer says to you while picking at his cake slice, “Thanks for making my cake and for doing all this,” He gestures to the small birthday decorations around his desk.

You shrugged it off, “Spence, you are my best friend, of course I would do all this. Plus, it was my treat.”

Spencer blushed, an easy and common occurrence, “Don’t let Penelope hear you call me your best friend.” He playfully warned, pointing the end of his fork at you jokingly.

You both chuckled, “I would never hear the end of it, that’s for sure.” You stand up straighter and exclaim, “Oh!”

You move around Spencer’s desk and he watches as you bend down and reveal a bag, being grasped in your hand.

Spencer once again pointed his fork at you, “We agreed on no gifts.” He stated, eyeing the bag you were holding that had a big happy birthday text on the front surrounded by glitter.

“You agreed on no gifts.” You replied, handing the bag off to your best friend, “I said no such thing.”

He pulled the first thing out of the bag, it was a pack of socks. Funky socks that you had found at different thriftstores.

“That’s just to add to your sock collection.” You say as he inspects them, you point down at his own socks that he’s wearing right now, “You can mix and match them all you like.”

He grins and compliments your taste, looking at the cool patterns, before reaching again into the bag and pulling out a navy blue neck pillow.

“For the long plane rides. So your neck doesn’t ache as badly.” You explain.

He thanks you and places it on his desk, pulling out the next gift. It was just a simple Barnes & Noble gift card. You made sure you didn’t pick a card that would show the price because you knew Spencer would scold you for giving him $100 to spend on books.

“You’ve mentioned some new books coming out soon.” You simply state. “There’s one more thing in there.”

The last thing in the gift bag was a special item, something that you would never dare tell Spencer what you paid for it. It was a book light, one that could be wrapped around his neck and then beamed warmer light, not fluorescent brightness.

You smile, “You told me about how you had to get reading glasses the other day because your eyes were straining a lot when reading. I saw this and thought the warmer light could help with the eye straining and you could read better.”

He returned your smile, looking down at the light and checking it out.

“It’s some new technology or something, but I swear it’s super simple. All you have to do is press the button on the side and it uses batteries. I think you can dim it too.” You explain.

“I-I don’t know what to say,” He stutters, “This has to be the most thoughtful gift I’ve gotten in a long time.” He says.

You don’t say anything, knowing he was probably thinking about his mother and how she is living in the care facility all the way back in Las Vegas.

You kiss the top of his head, “Happy Birthday, Spence.” You say.

The birthday celebration is shortly lived when Agent Gideon and Agent Hotchner walk over to your group gathered at Spencer’s desk.

“Sorry, guys, the party’s over.” Agent Hotchner says, “We’re going to San Diego.”

The team sulks and wishes Spencer once more, a happy birthday and then splits off, going to get ready to fly out. You clean up the mess from the cake left behind and smile at Spencer as he also debates on leaving you here, alone.

“I’ll see you when you get back, Spence.” You say, gathering used plates and utensils, “We can go grab some takeout or something.”

“I-I’d love that.” He says as he grabs his gifts and his satchel bag, “I’ll, um, call you when we’re landing.”

You nod and wave to him as he leaves the bullpen area, leaving your aching heart behind as well.

Later, Spencer sits with Elle waiting for the unsub to call into the San Diego Police Department tip line after claiming they made an arrest to the Tommy Killer. An arrest that the BAU team knew they could orchestrate to lure out the real Tommy Killer.

Spencer ponders outloud, “Do you think it’s weird that I knew the ballad?” He asks Elle.

Derek had made a comment that Spencer knew was supposed to be a joke, but it still made him wonder. Is his vast database of knowledge a factor in why he doesn’t date or get dates? Does it make him unattractive or undesirable? Is it an annoyance? Do people just tolerate him?

Elle shakes her head, “I don’t know how it is that you know half the things you know but I’m glad you do.” She replies.

“Do you think it’s why I can’t get a date?” He prods again, wanting her opinion on the subject since she is a woman.

“You ever ask anyone out?” She prods back.

Spencer shakes his head, “No.” He responds.

Elle points at him, “That’s why you can’t get a date.” She states.

Spencer furrows his eyebrows, “How would one go about that?” He inquires, “Asking one out on, uh, on a date.” He shyly implores.

Elle seems a little shocked before she looks at him questioningly and sees him fiddle with his hands and then look down at his feet and smile. She follows his line of vision to see that Spencer had changed socks, specifically into the ones you had just given him for his birthday.

“Oh my god,” She says, realizing what Spencer was inherently asking, “You wanna ask out-”

She nearly points it verbally and Spencer sits up straighter and tenses up knowing what she is going to say, but he is saved by the bell, or at least by the ringing of a phone.

“Detective Martin.” He hears the man introduce himself to hopefully would be the real Tommy Killer. Spencer moves out of his seat quickly and towards the detective on call, leaving Elle speechless and a little bit flabbergasted by the deduction she made. His heart slowly calms down and he wipes his hands on his pants before gladly moving focus to the case.

God, he’s never been so thankful for a rageful unsub.

And finally, at the end of the Tommy Killer case on the plane with the rest of the team in bound for Quantico once again, Spencer sat against one of the comfortable BAU jet seats. It was a longer flight back home, from San Diego, California to Quantico, Virginia, but it sure did helped that they rode in style and comfortably.

He looked out one of the small airplane windows to see the night sky. He was putting your gifts to good use as well. The neck pillow was around his neck in a bulky manner, his socks that he wore were from the variety pack you had gotten him, and as Spencer rifled through his satchel bag to grab a book to read for the rest of the flight, he also gingerly took your gift in hand.

Spencer took the neck pillow off of the back of his head and stuffed it into his bag before taking out his latest book and the book light you had gotten him.

He was just setting it up to read his book when he heard a mix between a chuckle and a scoff from somewhere else on the plane. He turned to see Derek.

“Sorry, pretty boy,” Derek said, although his tone wasn’t sorry at all, “It’s just-” He gestured around his own neck and pointed at Spencer’s.

“This whole thing? C’mon boy genius, what even is that?” He asks while stifling a laugh.

Spencer can feel his face turn beet red and he quickly goes to defend his new gift, a gift that you gave him, “I-it helps reduce eye strain when reading!”

JJ pipes in and playfully shoves Derek’s shoulder, “Oh come on, Derek, lay off him. You know who gave it to him.”

Then Elle interjects, “Could this be the same person who Spencer wants to ask out?” She asks the group.

“Ask out?” JJ reiterates before getting a confirmation in the form of Elle nodding, “Oh my gosh, Spencer, you should totally ask her out!” She encourages.

“Do you even know how to ask someone out, pretty boy?” Derek teases. Spencer’s face, if possible, turns even more red as he goes to avoid the question.

The group took Spencer’s silence as a cry for help apparently, because next thing Spencer knows, all three are giving him advice on how to ask out someone. Advice that Spencer really didn’t need solicited to him.

“He should invite her over to his place!”

“No, no, no! Take her to a classy dinner!”

“What about a movie date?”

He sighs and puts his book and his new book light (which doesn’t fail to bring a smile to his face everytime he sees it) back in his satchel bag and gets up from his seat. The group of three don’t even notice Spencer walking to the other half of the plane, the more quiet end housing Hotch doing paperwork and Gideon sitting in front of a chess board.

He takes a seat in front of Gideon and inspects the chess board and the current state of both sides. Chess with Gideon made sense. He didn’t have people in his ear telling him what to do or nervousness creep up on him every time he saw a board. He knew chess. Chess was much more simple.

Gideon looks at Spencer for a bit and the two interchange pieces quickly and it isn’t long until half the board is gone and the game slows down a bit.

“Oh,” Gideon says before reaching into his pocket, “I almost forgot. I have something for you.”

“Oh, yeah?” Spencer acknowledges, mostly focusing on the chess game at hand.

Gideon hands Spencer an envelope, “Forgot to give it to you at the party.” He simply explains.

Spencer is a bit confused, “But you don’t give birthday presents.” He states as a fact.

He opens the envelope and finds two tickets and he reads the header text on them out loud, “Sir Law Table?” He says. It only makes him more confused.

Gideon corrects his pronunciation with a smile, “Sur La Table.”

Spencer’s eyebrows furrow as he tries to make sense of the gift, “Thank you so much.”

“It’s a 6-week cooking course.” Gideon explains, “For two.” He adds. “Do you cook a lot?”

“I can’t say that I do.” Spencer responds.

Gideon waves off his confusion, “You’re gonna love it.”

“Sure,” Spencer replies, “Are you a good cook?”

“Yes, I like to think I am.” Giden chuckles, “But those tickets are not for you and me.” He points out.

Now this leaves Spencer even more confused, “They’re not?”

“No.”

“Who for then?” He inquires.

There’s a glimmer in his eye, a youthful and playful one that Spencer doesn’t quite recognize in Gideon, “For the only person in the world that calls you Spence.”

It leaves Spencer speechless, still holding the two tickets in his hand. Just at the mere mention of you, his hands start to clam up a bit and he can feel his heart starting to beat a little faster.

Gideon smirks, “It’s a perfect way to ask a girl out on a first date.”

“W-wh-what?” Spencer stutters. “B-b-but how do I-- what do I--,” He clears his throat and tries to verbally put together his racing thoughts, “What if she says no?”

“She won’t.” Gideon simply states. He leaves Spencer to the rest of his thoughts as he moves a pawn on the board.

It seems that Spencer has calmed his mind and thoughts as he glances at the tickets again, rubbing his fingers between the paper of the two raffle style tickets.

Gideon can see the cogs turning in the boy genius’s mind slowly start working at a normal speed again and it seems like Spencer has made up his own mind when he turns his attention back to the board, but only for a small second.

Spencer moves his bishop across the board and pauses to look up at Gideon with his own playful sparkle now in his eye, “Checkmate.” He says and then leaves Gideon to the thoughts of the game before returning to his own seat where his bag still stays.

Gideon watches as Spencer waves off the three younger BAU members and whatever they were wanting to say to the youngest member of the team.

It’s only a few hours later and after the BAU jet lands that Hotch, JJ, Elle, Derek, and Gideon gather around waiting for the elevator to arrive that they all turn around to now face the glass doors that enter into the bullpen to watch a very happy sight.

Spencer approaches you and says something that the group can’t quite make out so far away with some type of paper or papers in his hand, but its clear what the reaction is when you nod your head and gleefully respond to something that looks like a large yes and launch into Spencer with a gigantic hug.

You and Spencer are still intertwined in your hug when Spencer spots the rest of his team outside, watching through the glass doors. He gives Gideon a nod and mouths a thank you just as the elevator arrives to bring everyone home.

[staledirt87]

What if Human!Au

Janus is the father of Virgil and Remus

Patton is the father of Logan and Roman

Logan and Roman are both adopted, as is Remus but Virgil is the bio son of Janus and unnamed ex. The foster house Roman and Remus were in refused to advertise them as siblings as Remus was a "problem child" and Roman was a "golden boy" so Patton and Janus had no idea they were seperating twins.

A lot more under the cut:

There's always music playing in Janus' house, every day he comes home and puts on a jazz or classical record on the old record player he got from an antique store. On relaxed days Janus will come home, put on a record, and read on his armchair with Virgil listening to the music on his lap and Remus drawing at his feet.

Patton makes sure there's always fresh pastries in the Hart household. There's never a limit to how much they can eat as long as they eat an actual meal along with it. Logan always offers to do the measurements and Roman doesn't let anyone else do the mixing. It's a good day when there's flour everywhere, at least one egg got dropped by Roman, and there's warm cookies on the cooling rack.

Logan talks and talks to Roman who writes and writes about what he's told and they excitedly present their work to Patton who is always chest-bursting proud no matter what. Roman and Logan only ever fight when they play together and Roman's ideas are too fanciful for Logan and Logan's ideas are too boring for Roman. Only Patton can settle those arguments by either distracting them with something else or saying "actually, that can work if you do this!"

Virgil is really reserved around Remus at first, clinging to Janus' leg whenever he was near, but then Remus showed him his drawings of monsters and demons and Virgil pointed out a spider and then they were best friends. One day Janus gets called to the school because Remus punched a kid because they were bullying Virgil for crying over a spider and Janus makes this big act of being disappointed and saying "I'll make sure he learns his lesson" for the principal when really he takes them both out for ice cream afterwards.

Janus takes Virgil out record shopping as he refines his music taste, buying him whatever records he wants. As a birthday present Janus and Remus buy and paint a record player for Virgil's room. Whenever Remus runs out of paint or pencils Janus takes him to all the art stores he can and buys like a year's worth of supplies. The best gift he ever got wasn't even for a special occasion, on a whim Virgil composed a playlist for one of Remus' smaller sketchbooks and Janus payed someone to press a vinyl of it with the cover art being the cover of the sketchbook. They have movie nights on an old projector of classic slasher films.

Patton makes days of things. Roman wants to see a play? They're going to the mall afterwards and maybe even going to the aquarium. Logan wants to see the meteor shower that night? They're watching documentaries about deep space objects and meteorites all day until it's time to star gaze. Unlike in the Lis household where the main love language is quality time the Harts excell in gift giving and acts of service. Logan got the box set for all of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's works and a poster of the observable universe on a random Tuesday and Saint Patrick's Day respectively. Roman comes home one day to see all of his scripts edited in eraseable ink and his favorite sweets on the kitchen table. Patton never gets tired of telling them stories at night, taking suggestions from both kids and expertly weaving a tale of magic and science and evolutionary pathways of dragons until both are asleep.

The kids meet in high school and Roman and Remus immediately have a bond. They don't recognize eachother as brothers yet but there's something there that they both feel. They write comics together and commonly argue about the plot and designs, but their relationship never really falters. Virgil attaches himself to Remus' side and because of that meets Logan. Their bond strikes much slower than the twins' but eventually Logan becomes the #1 person Virgil goes to when he's having a panic attack or anxious about something: whether it's talking him through excersices or just being present Virgil always thanks him with a song recommendation or a sneak peak of a song he's writing.

Janus comes home from work (defense attorney) to Remus' embellished tales of the four's escapades and Virgil listening to music, somehow hearing and correcting every time Remus tries to make Virgil look stupid. Occasionally they'll vent about a teacher that took away Remus' figdet toy because it was "distracting" or forced Virgil to present in front of the class. On those days Janus will make them their favorite foods and put on the special jazz record he only ever uses when it's been a tiring day or one of the kids had a nightmare. Janus doesn't hesitate when Virgil is having a bad anxiety day or Remus can't get gory explicit images out of his head to call them out of school with a forged doctor's note.

Patton works at an elementary school so Roman and Logan walk there after school and do homework in his classroom until school lets out. After Patton is able to leave Roman starts telling them an equally embellished story of the day with Logan's occasional correction when it starts getting too outlandish. On bad days where the students were rowdy and Roman got his notebook taken away for writing in class and Logan got picked on for taking slang literally they'll go home and bake whatever they have the ingredients for.

As the friendship goes on they start spending more and more time with eachother outside of school, Remus and Virgil taking the time that Janus is still at work to join Roman and Logan at the elementary school or the Hart kids visiting the Lis house to chill and listen to music. Janus and Patton never officially meet until it's 3 am and they're in the police station because the twins convinced the other two to jump a fence and Remus' sleeve got caught in the barbed wire and their combined yelling alerted someone walking their dog.

They get to talking more after that and notice some similarities in the twins when they were younger. While Remus used to talk about his "brother at the foster home" Roman would mumble in his sleep about "how unfair it is the knight has to save the dragon." Janus does some digging and finds out the truth. They discuss how best to tell them before eventually deciding on a conversation over a laid-back dinner.

It doesn't stay a laid-back dinner, as soon as they sit down Virgil immediately realizes something is up, which means Logan and Remus realize, which means Roman also knows. Logan asks what's wrong and Virgil just points to Janus: "the snake is gonna tell us something." Janus looks impressed and him and Patton tell them what they found out. Roman and Remus freak out and are split between being pissed they didn't realize before or ecstatic at finally reuniting.

[cosmiconix]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers <3

OH MY GOODNESS, thank you for sending me this Ghost! I just answered this from Sully, but I guess I can share five more things that make me happy! 😄

Let's see...

1. Learning about my fellow moot's characters & the stories they're a part of.

2. Watching documentaries on both YouTube & Netflix.

3. Crafting, I'm in a few crafting categories but I won't put everything in this post.

4. Spending time with my fur babies, yes, I'm a fur parent, a proud fur parent of many sweet angels.

5. Sweets, I love sweets, pastries chocolates & candies all make me very happy.

[pod-together]

Pod-Together Day 5 Reveals 2023

Where No Flan Has Gone Before (Star Trek) written by BookGirlFan, performed by lilolilyrae Summary: These are the reviews of the Starship Bakerprise. Its five year plan - to explore strange new pastries; to seek out new recipes and new dessert combinations. To boldly go where no flan has gone before.

Homing Beacon (Supernatural (TV 2005)) written by ReformedTsundere, performed by Ceewelsh Summary: Ambushed and captured on a recon mission, coalition fighter Dean Winchester is brought to an unknown location by an unknown party and thrown into a cell for unknown reasons. The only thing he is sure of is that he's pissed and that he's not alone.

periphery (no labels) (Tortall - Tamora Pierce) written by kitsunerei88, performed by korechthonia Summary: Lovers, Kel thought, rolling her eyes. At least there was one headache she didn’t have. She was about to tell her friend he could wait when she remembered that she’d get to see Dom while at Steadfast. It would be nice to be able to sit and chat for awhile without kidnapping, flight, and war to distract them.

Or: on falling together, in five scenes.

The Stars Are Still There (Tales of Arcadia (Cartoons)) written by Hagar, performed by klb Summary: “Please don’t be on your own,” Barbara says quietly. “Whatever you do, don’t isolate yourself. There’s very little that hurts us more than that.” “I think I learned that lesson in the Darklands,” Jim says. His voice is heavy, heavy and full of bone-deep exhaustion, of the weariness of the soul.

Death Wish [text, audio] (The Locked Tomb Series | Gideon the Ninth Series - Tamsyn Muir) written by zombified_queer, performed by mistbornhero Summary: In another life, Harrowhark Nonagesimus was raised alone. In another life, Gideon did not grow up in the shadow of the Ninth House. In another life, they still find one another.

SWSSS (Star Wars Self-Saving System) [starting text, with pensieve podfics by Flowerparrish,GodofLaundryBaskets, sisi_rambles, bluedreaming, and Litra ] (Star Wars - All Media Types, Star Wars Prequel Trilogy, 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù) created by Opalsong, GodOfLaundryBaskets, Sisi_Rambles, bluedreaming, Litrapod, and Flowerparrish Summary: When anti-fan Shen Yuan dies of outrage at the latest piece of trash he watches, he transmigrates into the world of the Star Wars. Can he fix all the plot holes in his beloved most hated series? Or will he unintentionally make things worse? At least he’ll be able to meet Anakin for real and tell him how special he really is. Oh. And Star Wars creator Shang Qinghua is there too. Surprise!

Satisfaction Brought Her Back [text, audio] (Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types) written by Trudemaethien, performed by stargateinmybasement Summary: The Torrent Command bunkroom has welcomed its newest member with open arms since Commander Cody was last able to spend any quality time there with Rex: Commander Tano. She’s an unquantified variable Cody was not expecting. Quantity and quality aren’t mutually exclusive though, and neither are the clones’ relationships. Rex is glad his two favorite commanders are able to get along so well. And Ahsoka continues to explore and expand her experiences.

Constructing a Biography (The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells) written by bluegeekEM, performed by kalakirya Summary: Murderbot finds the process of creating a biography for the upcoming documentary release... complicated.

All Manner of Things (Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types) written by nimblermortal, performed by Drel_Murn Summary: Julian is pretty sure he's not the Count of Lettenhove's daughter, but after he's thrown away his other marriage prospects, his father sends him to forge a political marriage with the Warlord of the North. Julian's just trying to survive, but in the face of true kingship and the Kaer Morhen Fanon Hot Springs, he might just learn to thrive. Accidental Warlord AU in which Jaskier is trans. With, perhaps, a few other changes along the way.

Reconditioning (Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling) written by BinteMuhammad, performed by SerenaEW Summary: Harry had gained an unexpected interest in potions, but that does not stop him from blowing cauldrons. To counter that, Harry throws himself headfirst in studying the theory. Ironically, he just keeps getting worse, and Harry can't figure out why. Umbridge is another obstacle, as is Professor Snape. Or is he?

The Solutions We Reach For [text, audio] (The Murderbot Diaries - Martha Wells) written by estelraca, performed by Koschei_B Summary: It was just supposed to be a boring mission for all of them--do a little archaeology, a little biology. But then they actually found the people they were doing the archaeology on, and, well, things got a lot more complicated.

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Three favorite ships: Law x Luffy, Zoro x Sanji, Zoro x Luffy (no surprise here) and sanji x literally anyone he's a whore. outside of OP though probably Kuroo x Kenma, Levi x Eren (don't judge), and Nagi x Reo. (idk my hyper fixations go brrr so i can't even remember who i ship outside of op)

Last song: this entire album on repeat living rent free in my head but specifically kerosene

Last movie: ngl I have no idea the last time I sat down and watched a movie but according to netflix it was Our Planet II. (what can I say I love a good nature documentary.) Next ones i'm watching are def the monsters movie or Suzume

Currently craving: pov you live a somewhat seasonal coastal town and you just want fucking five guys but they're closed until march

Currently reading: the song of achilles and fourth wing. i have a stack of other half read books but we don't talk about them

Fave color: black as my soul and blue as the sea

Fave flavor: sweet. i could live off sweets. pastries, cakes, cookies, brownies, chocolate, GIVE ME ALL THE DESSERTSSSS

Relationship status: alone forever fuck love give me diamonds. i am living my best life and thriving solo

Last thing i googled: can you buy girl scout cookies online (you cannot and i am so sad because this means i will have to venture out into the wild to get some damn peanut butter patties)

Current obsessions: writing fanfiction, one piece, trafalgar law, my favorite bakery's chocolate roulade, palworld, soon to be persona 3 remake when i get tired of palworld

tagging whoever wants to do this because i can't be assed to go look through my mutuals love you all tho <3

[everyonesacookiemal]

To start off our adventure through earthbread's ecosystems, first we need to talk about the reasons why they exist in the first place. And it all comes down to the legendary cookimals.

These cookies are considered to be powerful forces of nature that keeps the world in balance. They have a tendency to look a bit more monsterus, and they have powerful effect on the environment.

Unfortunately, the witches has captured all but 4 them. The ones in question are: Dark Enchantress, Millennial Tree, longan Dragon, and you're truly, Timekeeper. All the others are trapped in special enclosures to keep them secured as well as to give the witches easy access to all the food they could ever wish for.

Fret not though, the witches have been doing a decent job of mimicking their migration patterns, so earthbread will continue to have it's season for now.

[singledarkshade]

So What Does That Mean

Summary - Daniel Jackson is the host of the enormously popular documentary series that explores and explains the discoveries made through the Stargate. He just wishes he'd be allowed to go through himself just once.His wish is about to come true. Author’s Note – A little AU, hope you enjoy.

Chapter One

The small office was quiet in the early morning with only the sound of the computer keys tapping. Maddie looked up when her boss walked in, pushing the box on the corner of her desk towards him in greeting without stopping her work.

“Your mother knows I love her, right?” he asked, lifting a coffee cream doughnut out of the box.

Maddie smiled up at him, “She knows and will continue feeding you cakes as long as I have a job.”

Dr Daniel Jackson grinned down at his assistant, “Well since I can’t get anything done without you, neither of us has to worry.”

“Messages are on your desk,” Maddie told him, “Along with three mission reports from Stargate Command for you to go through. Joe will be here at about eleven to discuss the next show as well as the lecture tour.”

Daniel sighed, “I’m just hoping they’ll finally agree to my request.”

Maddie tilted her head sympathetically, “You’re the public face of the Stargate project, they are never going to let you go through. You know that.”

Daniel sighed again, “Remind me never to come to you for a pep talk.”

“You don’t pay me to be optimistic,” she reminded him with a smile.

Daniel rolled his eyes at her while he snagged another of the pastries from the box before he headed into his office.

-

Placing the two cakes onto his desk Daniel dropped into his chair trying to remember what it was like to be an actual archaeologist and not a glorified lecturer. It had been a long time since he’d been able to participate in a dig and just discover something for himself.

Unfortunately ever since he’d stumbled into being the poster boy/PR rep for the Stargate programme, he spent most of his time reading about other people’s findings and presenting them to the public. What really annoyed Daniel was the fact all his theories, the ‘crazy’ theories he’d been laughed out of academia for, were shown to be true a few years after the lecture that destroyed his career.

By a translation he did.

It had been pure luck he’d run into Antonia Cain, who lived across the hall from him, just after his lecture. She was working on a documentary series on Ancient Egypt and needed someone to look over the information so that it was accurate. Daniel had accepted her offer, since it gave him a paycheque for an afternoon out of the rain reading and making notes.

Antonia then asked him to present the information to her bosses as a stand in for the presenter she was still trying to find. At the beginning Daniel gave a high level summary, he quickly saw their eyes glaze over and stopped. The next thing he said became his catchphrase, which he wished ever since that he’d put more thought into, ‘So, what does that mean?’

Somehow he ended up with the job of presenter of the series of documentaries which became extremely popular then, when the Stargate was opened and revealed to the public, Daniel was asked to present the findings of the off-world explorations to the world. This was partly due to the fact the Stargate proved his theories and how popular his documentaries were.

With a sigh, Daniel picked up the first file on his desk and started to read.

-

Maddie looked up from her work a few hours later to see Joe Maxwell, the show’s executive producer, wander into the office. He made a beeline for the box of cakes on her desk, frowning when Maddie moved them away from him.

“Just answer me one thing,” she said with a slight smile, “Will you leave him in a good mood or bad mood?”

Joe chuckled, “A very good mood.”

Maddie moved the box back, “Then you can have the coconut cream finger I made sure I brought for you.”

“Do me a favour,” he asked, helping himself to the pastry, “Call Margot and get her to order three boxes of your mother’s best cakes for my meeting tomorrow morning.”

Maddie smiled, “No problem.”

He grinned at her before he went over the Daniel’s office and headed straight inside.

Maddie quickly called Joe’s assistant, chatting with her for a few moments. Returning to work she jumped when Daniel suddenly yelled her name. With practised ease she grabbed her pad and pen before heading into his office.

-

“Can you say that again?” Maddie asked stunned.

Daniel’s grin somehow got wider, “They’re letting me go through, Maddie. I’m getting to go through the Stargate.”

Maddie turned to Joe, “Are you serious? This isn’t a joke? Because April was months ago.”

Joe shook his head, “We’ve been thinking about this for a while. There’s been some rumbling that the show is not as big a draw as it was. So when Daniel suggested going through, again,” he rolled his eyes at the other man, “It was decided it would be a great idea and we could build an entire event around it.”

“We’re going to keep it quiet,” Daniel took over, “If anyone asks we’re doing a special within the SGC itself spending time with the SG teams, speaking to the scientists and getting to know the staff.”

“Except you’ll actually be on another planet,” Maddie noted, still trying to get her head around this concept.

“For a week of it anyway,” Daniel nodded, his grin still as wide as it had been, “We’ll need you to make sure no one knows that outside the base.”

“I’ll lie through my teeth as always,” Maddie chuckled, “When do we go?”

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“Daddy, hurry up,” Charlie O’Neill called from the couch, “It’s starting.” Jack rolled his eyes as he picked up the hot chocolate he’d made for them, it was so ironic that he went through the Stargate but Charlie was in awe of the host of the show who told him all about it.

Taking a seat beside his son Jack listened to the narrative at the beginning of the show. He liked this bit; it was the high-level explanation of the shows topic before Jackson broke everything down and explained fully.

Jackson was good at this but Jack wasn’t quite sure if it was a good idea to take the guy off world with them. Unfortunately he had absolutely no choice as the top brass had ordered it so Jack now had to babysit a TV presenter for a week on another planet.

He chuckled softly as he listened to Charlie ohh and ahh at the things he was being shown. When the show finished Charlie turned to him.

“Do you know Dr Jackson?” Charlie asked.

Jack chuckled and shook his head, “I’ve never met him but I’ll let you into a little secret. He’s coming to the base soon to visit.”

“Wow,” Charlie’s eyes widened, “Can I meet him?”

“We’ll see,” Jack pulled him off the couch and over his shoulder, “Time for bed.”

-

The next morning Jack sat in his office reading the file on Daniel Jackson and the plan they’d been given for taking him off-world. He had argued against it but lost so suggested Abydos as the destination for the one, and only, off-world trip for Dr Daniel Jackson and his TV show.

“Morning, sir,” Carter smiled as she stepped into his office, “Ready for our guest?”

Jack frowned at her, “No. What about you?”

She shrugged, “I’m just hoping he doesn’t disrupt this place too much.”

Jack sighed, “Nice to know I’m not the only one dreading this.”

“When is he due to arrive?” Carter asked.

“Couple of hours,” Jack replied, “I’m meeting him and his ‘team’ to go over the plan.”

Carter chuckled, “Well I’m due to help in lab 3. Have fun.”

“Traitor,” Jack called after her as she disappeared from the room leaving him to stare at the file again.

-

Maddie checked her messages while they waited for the representative from the SGC to meet them, seriously thinking about knocking her boss unconscious. He was high as a kite and had been since he’d picked her up. Looking up she saw someone arrive finally to escort them inside, smiling as she recognised him.

“Paul,” Daniel greeted the other man with the same grin he’d been wearing all day.

Major Paul Davis the liaison to the show shook the other man’s hand quickly before he turned to Maddie and gave her a quick nod hello.

“Welcome to the SGC,” Paul said, “Where are the rest of your team?”

Daniel shrugged, “It’s just us.”

“What?”

“We were told that when we go through then the camera would be operated by a member of the SGC,” Daniel explained.

“But you’re still here for a few weeks before that?” Paul reminded him.

Daniel shrugged, “For the interviews with the staff we’ll use a camera on the tripod and anything else Maddie can do. We want to be as unobtrusive as possible.”

Paul looked as though he was about to ask something but obviously decided against it. He took one of the bags and motioned them to follow him.

After signing in and receiving a visitor’s pass they headed deep down into the mountain using two elevators, through a mile of corridors and into a large conference room.

-

Daniel was trying hard to remain calm as they finally entered the SGC. He had about two weeks until he was allowed to step through onto another planet. A planet that was like the home he’d spent the first eight years of his life.

“Dr Jackson,” Paul’s voice interrupted his musing as a bald man with sharp blue eyes wearing a uniform the same as Paul’s appeared, “This is General George Hammond.”

Daniel offered the older man his hand, “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person, General.”

“You too, Dr,” Hammond replied, “My granddaughters are both big fans of your show.”

Daniel gave a slight smile, “I hope they’re learning from it. This is my assistant, Madeline Denver.”

Hammond turned to the young woman standing quietly to his side, “Miss Denver, welcome to the SGC. Please take a seat so we can discuss the schedule for the next few weeks.”

Daniel nodded in agreement as he and Maddie both took their seats. He listened intently to the information on what they were allowed to film and where they were allowed to go, asking a few questions. As always Maddie sat at his side making notes quietly. If there was something they’d missed she would pick that up but until that moment she remained silent.

“General,” Daniel spoke up once the other man finished talking, “As the cover story we’re using is that I am covering the SGC for the next three weeks therefore when I do…” he paused trying not to sound too excited, “Go through the Stargate, Maddie needs to maintain that cover.”

Hammond nodded, “Miss Denver is more than welcome, and I will personally ensure she is comfortable within the base.”

-

“Have I missed anything?” Daniel asked when Hammond left them alone for a few minutes.

Maddie shook her head, “You are amazingly focussed considering the fact you’ve probably not slept in a week with excitement.”

“You remember I’m your boss, right?” Daniel demanded trying not to sound amused.

Before she could retort Hammond returned this time with another man and Maddie returned to her laptop.

“Dr Jackson, Miss Denver,” Hammond said, “This is Colonel Jack O’Neill, the leader of SG1.”

Daniel stood and offered his hand, “It’s nice to finally meet you, Colonel.”

“You too, Doc,” O’Neill shook his hand before turning to Maddie, “And it’s nice to finally put a face to the voice, Miss Denver.”

Maddie smiled back, “And you, Colonel.”

O’Neill took his seat at Hammond’s side sitting directly across from Daniel and leaned back.

“Colonel O’Neill will be accompanying you to Abydos, Dr Jackson,” Hammond explained, “When you are there you will need to follow his orders to the letter. That is the agreement made with Mr Maxwell.”

Daniel nodded, “Of course, I completely agree with that.”

He glanced at Maddie relieved that she didn’t say anything or make any sound at the thought of him following orders.

“Your guide on Abydos,” O’Neill took over, “Is the daughter of the Chief Elder. Sha’re spent several months on Earth recuperating after an accident so she’s pretty fluent in English. She also knows everything you’ll be interested in.”

“That sounds great,” Daniel nodded, “I’m looking forward to meeting her.”

“We still have to get through the next two week first,” Hammond said, “I’ve looked over the list of people you want to talk to and we’ve drawn up a schedule. Colonel O’Neill has this for you.”

“Thank you for this,” Daniel said sincerely, “I promise we will keep out of the way as much as possible.”

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Daniel looked around the small office he and Maddie had been given to use while they were here. The schedule O’Neill had given him meant he would get time to speak with everyone he wanted to as well as spend some time training for going through the Stargate. They’d also been given rooms to use, although Daniel tried to insist Maddie book into a hotel, so she saw the outside once in a while. His assistant simply shrugged and pointed out she’d be fine in the base especially as she had to look after him and keep him focussed.

“Okay,” she looked up from the small section of the room she had taken over as her own, “I am going to go get some coffee from the commissary, assuming I can find my way there and back. Do you want anything?”

“Coffee,” he smiled, “We’ll go over the schedule for the next few days once you’re back.”

“Sure,” she smiled back before disappearing.

Daniel leaned back and grinned because he was finally here, he was getting to go through the Stargate. Fine, it was only one trip, but it was happening.

-

“Are you happy with everything?” Maddie asked once they finished several hours later.

Daniel nodded, “That’s great. Colonel O’Neill has arranged for the first interview tomorrow morning, are you sure you’re okay to work the camera?”

“I’ve done it plenty of times before,” she reminded him.

A fond smile touched Daniel’s lips, “Go and get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Maddie nodded and disappeared leaving him alone once more in the small office. He looked at the information he’d been given regarding his trip about a dozen times already today but decided to go over it just once more before heading to the gym for an hour. In all honesty he was a little taken by the picture of his guide for Abydos. Daniel had studied her file several times and each time he’d spent ages just staring at the beautiful woman in the picture. Thankfully Maddie hadn’t caught him doing it. With a sigh he shut down the computer and headed to the gym for a while to work off some of his nervous energy.

Chapter Two

[firstelevens]

For the crazy fic asks thing, 4 24 and 25 ❤️

4. Which fic are you using to scare away unwanted suitors?

I feel like it has to be steering my heart like a wheel in your hands, because the weak-willed and faint of heart are absolutely not sticking around as I explain how, in this AU where I made superheroes from a blockbuster franchise into Formula 1 drivers, there was canonically fanfiction about them, one of which was an AU fic so beloved and popular that it had its serial numbers scratched off an published as a romance novel, and then I WROTE AN EXCERPT of that fake fic-turned-novel for atmosphere in a short follow-up piece.

If you can't handle me at my "unhinged AU metafiction ourobouros" you don't deserve me at my "conjuring delicious and multi-layered ideas for pastries at the drop of a hat", etc etc

24. If your WIP fell into a vat of toxic waste, how would it change?

MAYBE IT WOULD BE FINISHED, HAVE WE CONSIDERED THAT

Okay for the sake of simplicity I'm gonna answer this for the Sam-is-Cap, Bucky-teaches-third-grade fic that I've been messing with, and not to cheat, but consider: normal third grade teacher Bucky is still new to the parish and unused to riding his motorcycle on slippery bayou mud, so he crashes and he's actually in one piece, but then he gets bitten by a radioactive wolf and gains superpowers. By day, he's an intrepid third grade teacher, by night he's the White Wolf, 24/7 he's flirting with Captain America.

25. All of your fics are featured in a nature documentary, which one goes viral for its absurd behaviour?

I mean, surely it's by the moon and the stars in the sky, a fic built on absolutely nothing but the Timeless Love Songs CD infomercial and the vague notion of Bucky Barnes washing dishes to Boyz II Men. All that we had was an All-4-One song and a dream, and look how far we came, y'all.

[a-tiny-voice-against-war-crimes]

I made this blog because I'm tired of living my day to day ordinary first-world-European-country life and whilst meanwhile, elsewhere on the globe literal genocides are happening.

I am a normalish young human living in the UK and personally, I find it pretty fucked up that as I'm eating a pastry I bought from Gregg's and thinking about summer work experience placements, fellow humans are living and dying in horrific conditions just because they were unlucky enough to be born who and where and when they were. What I find considerably more fucked up is how little I feel I can do about this.

I think we're all familiar with that sense of total helplessness we feel when we hear about some dictator starting yet another war on the news, or watch yet another documentary on people currently dying in camps in countries with tightly controlled borders and speech and little transparency in their statistics or governance. Of course, that sense of despair is one of the most powerful weapons of people in power and we can change the course of events through organizing and rallying together in protests and resistance movements etc, but what do you do if you can't strike or protest? If you can't join in a boycott or skip school?

This is a blog created for those people. Realistically, unless I miraculously rack up a bajillion followers overnight like a hellsite Kardashian, my voice and opinions and the influence I have is absolutely tiny in the grand scheme of things. But nevertheless, every voice matters. No matter how small or irrelevant, one of the ways EVERYONE can have some miniscule ripple effect in the vastness of modern day politics and what will be tomorrow's history is by speaking up.

Heck, even if you can't post stuff voicing your opinions out of fear of your family or social circle seeing or the risk of losing your job (and you can't create another account or blog for this) you can still view, like, reblog and share stuff to spread awareness and influence an algorithm- likes, reblogs, followers and any actions possible for traction for this blog are greatly appreciated, by the way.

Think about it- how much of your knowledge of the world, awareness of sociopolitical events, opinions, beliefs and et cetera did you learn from social media?

That is the power of using your voice, no matter how small.

This blog will for now be mostly focused on the war crimes in Gaza and Palestinian occupation, but was of course made with some other current atrocities in mind (*cough cough Russian invasion of Ukraine cough cough Uyghur genocide in Xinjiang in China*) which I'll probably be touching on more as time goes on and whenever the situation in Gaza is over (hopefully, with a total ceasfire soon).

[jonmartinweek]

The First Valentine's - Part 2

A Communal Choose-the-Adventure Mini Story

{Previous Question. Next Question.}

The idea of surprising Martin with a romantic gesture bubbles to the forefront of Jon’s mind. The only problem is, Jon has never really given romance, or the gestures that come with it, much thought. He knows the cliches—chocolates, roses, that sort of thing—well enough, but they always seemed so impersonal to him. Giving a gift tailored specifically to the one it’s for, something meaningful that they’d cherish, is a far better option.

Jon sits down on the end of his and Martin’s bed, a frown on his lips and his brows worried together. Of course, there’s always the possibility that Martin is the sort that likes being given roses and chocolates. He’s never actually asked, or has had the opportunity to. Jon considers going to the kitchen and doing just that, but that would clue Martin in that he’s planning something. Jon wants this to be a surprise. He just needs to figure out what that will be.

Jon’s eyes wander to look out the window. Sunlight gently streams down on their small, well-kept back garden. He needs inspiration. Sitting here will only lead to him circling back to the same thoughts again and again. Jon takes hold of his cane and uses it to push himself up.

“Martin!” He calls through their house. “I’m going out on a walk!”

“Not without at least eating some toast first, you aren’t!” is Martin’s immediate response.

A couple pieces of buttered toast, a tall glass of orange juice, and some strawberries later, and Jon steps outside. The air is crisp. A gentle breeze rustles through Jon’s hair. He smiles, closes his eyes for just a second, and savors the warmth.

Jon looks about the quiet street they settled on.

He knows if he turns and starts walking to his right, he’ll soon pass by a eclectic cluster of small shops. Most of his and Martin’s secondhand furniture and comfy clothing, their admittedly small and poetry-heavy book collection, and pile of documentaries they’re saving for a rainy day was purchased in one of these shops. Every time they’ve explored the shops, Jon and Martin have always found something new and interesting they haven’t come across before. Usually a friendly cat Jon gets immediately distracted by befriending or a book of poems Martin can easily get lost in.

However, if he goes left, he’ll come to a square with a fountain in the center where he and Martin occasionally sit and throw birdseed to a flock of pigeons that have seemingly permanently taken up residence there. Around the border of the square are a small bakery, a cafe, and a tea shop they alternate buying drinks and pastries from. Even if Jon occasionally loses Martin for over an hour to an intense discussion with the tea shop owner he can hardly keep up with himself, he enjoys sitting and people-watching there with a warm and comforting drink clasped between his hands.

Of course, Jon could always choose to wander the park a block over. It’s small, but well-kept and well-loved by the local community. Plenty of benches are scattered about its paths where he can sit and ruminate. Jon is fairly certain it’s one of the days where vendors set up their small stalls and sell everything from flowers to artistic baubles too. An independent theatre troupe occasionally does performances there. He and Martin have spent many a pleasant evening on a picnic blanket watching their current production. Even if they don’t have any representatives at the park right now, the troupe usually hang fliers advertising their next performance.