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[spxx1nz1]

I finished,YAY!

I paint with poster color paint 🎨

I’m not good at painting but I hope you like it!

Inspired by:

[kanobeanz]

my phone case!! :D

[simp-for-long-hair]

[fornpt1]

Lana Del Rey x Skims x Peppers

[ipomoea-batatas]

I actually haven’t stopped laughing about this it’s been hours

[lybicas-blog]

(via Sticker « VENOM BVNDIT MELTED HEART (+ SPOTIFY CODE ON STICKER) » par Lybicas)

[maraudersoncrack1981]

You're gonna wish you, never had met me.

We could have had it all...

The artist is @/alex_loga_02 instagram!!<33

[buck2eddie]

[and the world makes sense, behind a chain link fence.]

[reid-enthusiast]

Compliments

“Hey Spence,” His ears latched onto the side of her voice, and his eyes tracked her position through the corner of his eye. She was sitting forward, her chin placed in the palm of her hand and her eyes were locked on him as he worked. He tried not to shift under the scrutiny of her gaze and made a small noise of acknowledgment.

“You’re really pretty,” She spoke softly, her tone was slightly breathless and when his eyes snapped up to hers at the compliment, his eyes blown wide and his mouth slightly agape in shock, he’d made the observation that she seemed breathless because...well because of him.

His cheeks were tinged pink, and she couldn’t help but take great joy in that. She’d gotten him flustered. The Spencer Reid was flustered. By a very small and innocent compliment, nonetheless.

“Flustered, Spencer?” She teased as her lips spread into a wide mischievous grin.

“No- I- I'm not-” His stuttering only made him flush more and her grin widen.

“Why’re you flustered Spence? I was just a compliment,” She crossed her ankles under her desk and tilted her head to the side, her question one of teasing as well as genuine curiosity.

He gave her a meek shrug and glanced down at the files he’d been working on before looking back up at her. “People don’t...people don’t usually give me compliments I guess,”

That sobered her up slightly. Her brows furrowed together in confusion and her spine straightened as she sat up straighter.

“No compliments?”

He pressed his lips into a straight line, showing off his dimples and showing off what she’s labeled as his signature Spencer face, and shrugged again. Her heart cracked a little in her chest at the confession. Sometimes it’s easy to forget what he went through as a kid in high school, because that’s what he’d been. A kid. She could hardly fathom the fact that he wasn’t appreciated, not for his brain or for the fact that he was just adorable.

“Well, that’s changing,” She huffed, her face changing from one of confusion to one of determination, but his face was the one to switch to confusion.

“What do you mean?” His brows were furrowed together, and he was leaning back in his chair, his fingers fiddling with his pen.

“I mean you’re going to be getting more compliments from now on,” She shrugged nonchalantly and leaned back into her chair as well, intertwining her fingers over her stomach and sending him a small smile.

“You should know you’re appreciated Spence,” She stated firmly, her tone one that left no room for debate. He felt his heart stutter in his chest, he had so much he wanted to say but words seemed to evade him, so he just gave her a soft smile, hoping she could see the affection he held towards her through his gaze.

Compliment him she did. Every chance he got she complimented him, not on work stuff because he got enough of those types of compliments but things about his looks, his personalities, because he didn’t seem to understand how amazing he is, even outside of his job.

“Spencer, you look really nice today, I like your new tie.” She patted his shoulder as she sat down next to him on the BAU jet, waiting for everyone else to board so they could leave for another case. He leaned his head back against the seat and turned to look at her. His eyes raked over her face, taking in her features.

“Thank you,” His tone was soft, so soft it was almost a whisper and as he looked over her face, his heart rate picked up expectedly with the reaction he knew he was going to get out of her. Two words was all it took for her face to break out into the largest smile he’d ever seen on a person. She looked so elated that he couldn’t help but smile back at her, not as large or as enthralled but it was a smile, nonetheless. She reached her hand out and took his in her palm. He fought the urge to rub his thumb against the back of her hand and instead chose to focus on how soft they were.

He knew from having the desk across from hers she was constantly putting on lotion, but now he knew what that commitment felt like in his hand.

“I don’t want you to think that I constantly complimented you to make you purposefully feel uncomfortable because that would be the farthest thing from the truth,” He opened his mouth the explain to her that that’s not what he was thinking when she held up her hand, sending him a pointed look to be quite for a moment and let her speak. He immediately sealed his lips shut and gave her a sheepish smile.

“I kept, and will keep, complimenting you because I want you to understand two things. One, that you are more than this job. You should know you are appreciated in every aspect of life, not just everything work related. Two, you are so amazing and the fact that you aren’t being told is criminal. And I’m, again, not talking about work amazing. You get told every day you’re astonishing at what you do, those compliments are easy for you to take. Nah, I’m talking about you, Spence. You are just so- so astounding. I am constantly in awe of you. The things you do when you think no one is looking, the things you notice about other people, about me. You are constantly making sure I’m appreciated and well taken care of, well now it’s my turn.” She took in a deep breath of air and leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek.

“You are so astounding, shocking, staggering, any other words that are probably floating up in your noggin right now to describe someone as amazing as you. That is what you are. That’s who you are. Don’t you ever forget it,” She leaned back in her seat and smiled at everyone as they began filling up into the jet. As he watched her smile at the team he felt his heart grow. Like in the Grinch, when it showed his heart growing in size as he accepted the love, he was receiving from the Whos in Whoville.

That’s what it felt like his heart was doing. And it was then that he knew, knew with his whole heart, he was fucked. So utterly fucked. He was falling, and like anything Spencer did he did it 100%. He was 100% falling in love with her.

I didn't like what I posted before and this has been brewing in my brain for the past couple of days so I thought why not :)

[rehenys]

It's time for me to leave Liebling ~ T.Wolff

Synopsis: Toto has to leave for work again and his Wife never takes it well.

Most of the world looks forward to the new year, but I don't, not one bit. It's when I know our blissful time has ended, and the time for him to leave is around the corner, looming over the few days we have left. My heart aches every time he opens that dreaded suitcase or when his phone rings at all hours of the night, prepping for the upcoming season. I knew what I got into when I started dating him, but it doesn't make it any easier.

It's raining again; it has been raining since last night. My grip on his large, cold hand gets tighter and tighter the closer we get to the airstrip. His comforting words don't help this time. The world is not awake yet, but we are; he is leaving again. I know he loves his job and how passionate he gets. That's what initially attracted me to him, his passion for the things he loves.

He kisses my neck while I give him the cold shoulder. We know this routine by now; I get upset, but I always forgive him. I always will, and in a few hours, he sends me flowers. But it is never the same, and we both know it. At the end of the day, coming home to a cold, silent house is not what either of us wants. For months, I woke up surrounded by his scent, in a cold bed. Alone.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when he whispers my name. I look out the window to see "Wolff" set in bold silver lettering on the side of our jet. The door is opened for me, with Torger under an umbrella, wearing that goofy smile of his. I blush, taking his extended hand, and we walk into the jet where the pilot explains some important details to Torger. I didnʼt bother listening. Given the cold weather, the pilot looked a bit red when I realised he was looking at my bare neck. It was a great day to wear a wide-neck shirt. Torger must have realized because, after he was done, he kissed my neck, giving me another hickey in the process. I wonder how many days until it fades away. He knew I spaced out; he knows me too well. His brown eyes bore into mine. He whispered, "I love you, Liebling." "I love you too, amour," I murmur into his chest, his large hand stroking my hair, whispering sweet nothings. I stand on my tip-toes to place a chaste kiss, but he deepens it, pushing my jaw open, his thumb stroking my jaw. He pulls away, whispering into my neck, "It's time for me to leave, Liebling."

[druid-boy-punk]

some modern laios and chilchuk sketches heavily inspired by @prismatoxic’s fic promises to keep

[mea-trinitas-profana]

happy botched exorcism day. never forget who suffered more than christ

[shepscapades]

if that’s the case then 80!! >:D

80. Courtside — Tim Atlas

Sooo… I threw this song onto my wrapped last minute too bc i originally considered it for the dbhc Etho playlist and couldn’t stop listening to it; I eventually decided against putting it on the playlist though bc the more I listened to it the more it became a ranchers song in my brain… so… havbe som ramchers… sniff…

[skellygearz]

Happy.. or not so happy.. April 30 🗡️

[dystopicjumpsuit]

The Night Before Someday

A/N: Happy (slightly belated) birthday to my dearest @wings-and-beskar! I wrote you some smut. 💛

Pairing: Cody x Reader (GN)

Rating: M - Minors DNI

Wordcount: 1.6K

Warnings and tags: fluff; roofies mentioned in passing; somebody other than Cody tries to hit on you; SMUT; oral sex; teasing; minor dom/sub dynamics; orgasm delay; established secret/forbidden relationship.

Summary: Did you read “Someday” and feel a burning desire to know what happened the night before? Look no further! This is that fic.

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79’s was hot, loud, and crowded. The heavy beat of dance music pulsated through the dense, smoky air of the club. The 212th was on shore leave, and you could swear that all 42,000 troopers in the battalion were currently either in line for the bar or grinding on the dance floor. You weren’t the only nat-born officer in the place, but you still stood out in the sea of clones, and every so often a drunken trooper would hoot your name or cheer raucously as you passed.

The energy was frenetic. To tell the truth, dance clubs weren’t really your usual scene, but it was the first night of leave, and it was expected that the senior command staff would put in an appearance. It wasn’t so bad, though; the troopers were rowdy but unfailingly respectful, and as you headed back to your table after braving the line at the bar for a refill, one of your very favorite trios found you and pulled you inexorably into their orbit. 

“Didn’t think we’d see you here tonight, Major,” Wooley said as he slung his arm over your shoulders with an easy (if somewhat wobbly) smile.

“Why not?” you asked.

“Figured you’d have somethin’ better to do than hang out with the same faces you see all day every day,” Waxer grinned.

“What could possibly be better than this?” you asked, gesturing at the sticky, sweaty crowd.

“Probably just about any nat-born cantina,” Boil replied.

“Oh, we have more than our share of shitty dives,” you replied. “Plus my chances of having my drink roofied are probably lower here than just about any bar in the galaxy.”

“‘Specially with us watching your back,” Wooley said. He was slurring his words a bit, and his arm was ridiculously heavy on your shoulders, but you had a feeling his night was just getting started.

“Surprised you aren’t at the table with the rest of the command staff,” Boil remarked.

“I was on my way back when you waylaid me,” you laughed.

“Eh, we’re more fun anyway,” Waxer said with a charming smile.

Privately, you couldn’t help but agree, not that you would ever, ever say it out loud. Waxer, Boil, and Wooley didn’t have to worry about presenting a dignified facade the way the senior officers—including you—did. 

You drew a breath to reply, and suddenly, a Mirialan tripped and stumbled into you. She righted herself quickly, apologizing profusely in an Outer-Rim trade language. You replied fluently in the same language, reassuring her and asking if she was all right. She nodded and excused herself quickly, and as she left, you checked to make sure she hadn’t swiped your credits.

“Kriff, it’s hot when you do that,” Wooley said, leaning a little closer to your ear.

“What, check to make sure someone didn’t rip me off?” you laughed.

“No, when you speak Sy Bisti or whatever that was,” he replied.

“Meese Caulf,” you said.

“I don’t know how the commander keeps his hands off you when you’re translating for him,” Wooley said a little over-loudly.

Yeah, he’s definitely had enough to drink, you thought.

If you were honest, you liked Wooley just fine. He was sweet and funny, he had great hair, and he looked like… well… a clone trooper. Enough said. You might have considered reciprocating his interest if it weren’t for two very important factors. One: you outranked him by several degrees, and you’d have felt weird about it even if it weren’t officially forbidden for you to fraternize with him. Ironic, all things considered. 

Two—

“Because I don’t fancy a court martial, and I suspect the major doesn’t either, so I’d suggest you keep your hands to yourself,” a voice said from just behind you.

His tone was mild, but all four of you snapped to attention instinctively, and Wooley dropped his arm and put several inches in between himself and you for good measure.

“Yes, sir! Sorry, sir,” Wooley said sheepishly.

“I’m not the one you should be apologizing to,” Commander Cody replied. 

“Er, sorry, Major,” Wooley mumbled.

You kept a perfectly straight face as you reassured Wooley, then extricated yourself from the group and made your way back to the command staff’s table with Cody. 

Once you were out of earshot, you asked, “Court martial? Don’t you think that’s a bit excessive?”

Cody arched a quizzical brow. “Just looking out for my officers.”

“Careful, Commander. People might start thinking you have an interest beyond strict professionalism.”

Under the guise of steering you around a group of rowdy, drunken troopers, Cody rested his hand on your lower back, and you felt his fingertips graze your bare skin, just beneath the hem of your shirt.

“We can’t have that,” he murmured. He leaned in slightly to whisper in your ear. “I wish I could dance with you.”

You suppressed a smile. “How much longer do we need to keep up this charade before we sneak back to my flat?”

“One more drink ought to do it,” he said. 

You glanced down at your cocktail. “Mine’s already half gone. I’ll leave first so nobody suspects.”

“You know, Wooley was right about one thing. You are hot as kriff.” He pressed his fingers into your back gently, then withdrew his hand as you approached the table where the rest of the senior command waited. “Door code still the same?”

“Always.”

You were in the kitchen chugging the galaxy’s largest glass of water when you heard the front door swish open. By the time it closed again, you were already in Cody's arms. As your lips met, he picked you up and spun you around until you shrieked with laughter. When he set you down, he held you steady until you regained your footing, then slid his hand up your back to hold your head as he leaned his forehead against yours and took a deep, slow breath in and out.

“Hello,” you smiled.

“Hello,” he replied. “I missed you.”

“It's only been an hour,” you pointed out.

“An eternity.” He kissed along your jaw until he reached your ear, whispering, “A lifetime.”

You shivered as his breath tingled across your skin. “Welcome home.”

A quiet rumble of pleasure sounded in his chest at your words. “Let's go to bed.”

“Tired?” you teased.

He slid his hands down your body to grip your ass, pulling you hard against him. “Not even a little bit.”

That’s a kriffing lie, you thought, knowing exactly how busy and exhausted he was, but you weren’t about to call him on it when his lips tasted so perfect, and his body felt so strong and solid and warm, and his hands roamed over you, touching and teasing and exploring. You didn’t even notice that he was expertly guiding you backward through your flat until he leaned you slowly back onto your mattress.

“Excellent diversionary tactics, Commander,” you said as he kissed down your throat and sternum, deftly unbuttoning your top as he progressed.

“Mm,” he murmured, unzipping your trousers and sliding them down your hips. “That’s Marshal Commander.”

Your laugh turned into a gasp as he tugged your underwear out of the way and his tongue caressed your skin. 

“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” he whispered, gazing up your body as he stroked his fingers over you softly. He trailed kisses down your pelvis and swirled his tongue over your sex. “I could never taste you enough.”

Oh, gods, but he tried. He devoured you with all the skill and passion of a man deprived too long. He took his time, luxuriating in your smooth skin, your warmth, your scent, your taste, your quiet moans, your desperate whimpers, your frantic squirming beneath his lovely mouth. 

Ever the strategist, he used every tool at his disposal in his relentless pursuit of your pleasure: fingers, tongue, lips—even his teeth: grazing them gently across your tender flesh, then smoothing his tongue over you in soft, comforting strokes. He drew you closer and closer to your climax, refusing to hurry, even when your whimpers and moans gave way to pleading and sobbing as heat pulsed relentlessly through your veins, so close: so close, and yet just out of reach. 

And then—he stopped.

You nearly screamed in frustration. “Damn it, Cody!”

“Manners,” he chided.

You growled. “I am going to get revenge for this.”

“I have no doubt,” he replied, kissing you softly and then brushing his thumb over his swollen lips. “Now ask nicely.”

You gritted your teeth and took a deep breath. “Please, sir, will you let me come?”

He gave you a devilish smile and lowered his head back down to your body, devouring you with renewed enthusiasm, and within seconds, he brought you to the precipice.

“Please, please, please,” you chanted.

He groaned, a deep, gravelly sound that vibrated on your skin, and with a dexterous movement of his fingers, he pushed you over the edge. You let out a hoarse cry, for once not concerned about keeping your volume down, as your hips thrust up off the mattress. He pressed you back down as he kept going, eagerly taking everything you had to give, until you were twitching and writhing helplessly beneath him.

At last, when he’d wrung every last drop of pleasure from your body, you fell back, breathing hard as you slowly relaxed against the pillows. He looked up at you with a self-satisfied grin, and you narrowed your eyes vindictively. Wrapping your legs around him, you flipped both of you over so he was lying on his back beneath you, gazing up at you with blatant adoration.

“My turn,” you murmured.

Didn't read "Someday"? It's here, and it's fluffy as hell!

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