So, if a gay man is pretending to be straight, the woman he's with is his "beard". If a bi man is pretending to only be interested in women, does that make the woman he's with his "mustache"? Is Mary John's mustache?
Honestly I’ve been so #blessed by the MM community, ya’ll are really cool and I love reading every single caption or tag you write about my art. It inspires me to keep creating! So THANK YOU EVERYONE
Omfg so I just hit 200!! Thank you guys so much! So in honour of this, I am doing blogrates!! so original mollie omgg
So basically just send me an ask telling me about your favourite flower (gotta stay on brand) and I’ll give you a blograte!!
url: [i don’t get it?? sorry] [cute!!] [agghhh i love??] [who did you have to sacrifice??]
mobile theme: [not my thing] [so nice??] [aesthetic agghhh] [wtf tell me your secrets]
desktop theme: [not my thing] [so cute!] [wow omg I love!] [give me the code asap]
icon: [not my fandom, sorry] [selfie, you look so beautiful!] [aghhhh omg perfection] [can I adopt this?]
Hey, I'm not good at writing things but, I just wanted to let you know you put a smile on my face everyday. I thought I couldn't love these girls more but then I found your blog. Thank you so much you're getting me through tough times. P.S I just wanted to know if you were a boy or girl or whatever you identify as. Thank you again.
I have the sweetest followers omfg. 😩😭 you guys are too kind to me, thank you so much. I’m a girl! 😊
OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG OMFG I REACHED 1000 FOLOWERS!!!! This is literally the best thing ever! I’m so freaking happy! I didn’t even notice until I checked to see if I had any mail and omfg!!!!!! THANK YOU ALL! IT’S SO AWESOME TO SEE EVERYONE STICKING WITH ME EVEN IF I HAVEN’T UPDATED ANYTHING IN A WHILE!!! Seriously though, thanks so much guys. It really means a lot to me that people still follow me and support me. I promise there will be more fanfics out soon, in fact, I started writing two new ones. Again…thanks so much everyone! Thanks for 1000 followers!!!!
A/N: sorry for posting a day late, allergies are kicking my butt omfg and holy crap guys, thank you so much for over 100 followers !!! <3
It had happened a few months ago, and ever since then, you have not been the same. You recalled people talking about their brush with death, the eerie light they saw at the end of the tunnel, or seeing their loved ones embracing them into the next chapter of their lives. For as long as the human race was alive the concept to death has eluded them, some speculating what truly happens to you when you die. You had died, well for a good several minutes, till you were revived and brought back to the world of the living. The job you had was dangerous and you knew that, which was why, being shot and the bullet grazing your artery should have not been a surprise. You couldn’t remember much about the incident itself, everything was black and hazy. Yet, the next thing you were aware of was the sterilized hospital room and the weary smile of Luke sitting by your bedside. The rest of team soon joined you in the room, and you did your best to portray the feeling of being perfectly fine in front of your friends, but it was merely a facade.
As an order from Prentiss, you were required to take a mandatory couple of weeks off, and you spent that time cooped up inside your apartment nearly going out of your mind. By the time you were let back on the job, you could swear that you were eternally grateful for doing something that you loved. You could swear you were fine, at least for the first few weeks; you slept peacefully and figured your life was finally back on track. Out of nowhere, they started. These vivid and horrible flashbacks, as you slowly began to remember the horrors you had endured. You couldn’t sleep, barely could eat, and couldn’t help but keep a cautionary hand on your gun at all times. Paranoia filled out every crevice of your brain, and despite the fact that the unsub who shot you was now deceased, it didn’t stop your mind from playing cruel tricks on you. So far, you did you best to keep the team off your track, and you were doing a completely terrible job. They were suspicious and extra cautious about your odd behavior, especially since your accident, and they would use any excuse to ask if you were alright. As much as you loved them and thought it was sweet of them to look after you like that, you found the attention a bit suffocating.
The current assignment that the team was researching was in one of the biggest metropolises in the country: New York City. The unsub happened to be eerily like the case that caused your accident, and the team deduced that he was indeed a copycat. That was when the threats started, sent to the police station and the hotel that you were working at. Everything, from the handwriting to the words he chose to use, sounded exactly like the man who caused your brush with death. You were shaken to say the least, but determined to catch the person who dared used this as an excuse to victimize you again. However, for your safety, Prentiss immediately placed you in a small hotel, with a police car stationed twenty-four hours a day outside your room.
You couldn’t stand to be in that room a second longer, the walls practically suffocating you as stood around doing nothing. Prentiss had banned you from looking at the files pertaining to this case, knowing full well that will only further motivate you to leave the room and track down the unsub. Therefore, you were forced to sit down on the couch and flip an endless array of boring channels till you fell asleep. Currently, a crappy movie was playing in the background and you could feel your eyelids beginning to get heavy. Yet, you were suddenly wide awake as soon as you heard the soft padding of footsteps approaching your door. Grabbing your gun off the coffee table in front of you and muting the television, you then approached the door. Of course it was expected to have other occupants inside the hotel, and you have had a couple of scares like this. You creeped towards the door, stopping right beside the doorframe, just as the footsteps, halted outside of the door. It was silent for a couple of seconds, the only sounds you could hear were the soft puffs of your own breath.
“[Y/N], come on, it’s me,” the soft voice of Luke Alvez was enough to make you open the door; however, when he also added that he brought takeout, only made you open the door faster. He stood in your doorway, holding two bags of your favorite food. Tucking gun back into your waistband, you step aside and allow him entrance into the apartment. You the shut the door behind him, peeking quickly into the hall, before slamming it affirmatively shut. He had placed the takeout on the coffee table, the same place you had been sitting before, and sat down on the couch. You wasted no time, ripping into the bag and taking out the food that was inside. It must have been the numerous amount of times you have gotten takeout with him, because he brought your favorite Chinese food from the small shop downtown. Between chewing and bits of food, you thanked him, and merely returned a small but charming smile.
You would be lying you said you didn’t feel anything for him, since the quickening of your heart rate and your blushing face told a different story. At first you didn’t really understand why the interns in the office would constantly swoon in his presence, sure, he was fairly handsome but you couldn’t understand the underlying attraction. But, over the numerous of months that you had now worked with him, you could finally understand where the appeal lied—and Roxy was only icing on the cake. Yet, there was an unspoken rule about dating a co-worker, and you valued your job far too much to risk it on him; even if it meant you could look but never touch.
“So, do you want to talk about it?” his question had caught you off guard, and you looked at him with noodles dangling out of your mouth and your chopsticks in your hand. With a raised eyebrow, you set the container of food down on the table, and finished the noodles, covering your mouth with a napkin as you continued chewing. Judging from your quizzical expression, he elaborated. “You’ve been off for the past few weeks, I—we’ve been worried about you.”
“It’s nothing, just been feeling a bit down about something; don’t worry about it.”
“Come on, I may still be the newbie; but in my defense, I think I’m still a pretty good profiler.”
Your expression softened as you finally looked him in his brown eyes, as you let out a small sigh. Despite having less experience than any other member of the team, you couldn’t repudiate the fact that he was a pretty damn good profiler. That was one of the many reasons you had fallen for him, that and the kind smile that was plastered on his face. Damn, as much as you wanted to tell someone about your troubles, you would feel selfish if it was him. There was a serial killer running around, quite possibly ready to take you as his next victim. All you wanted was to feel safe and secure, yet despite the detail and security placed around your room, you haven’t felt safe since months before. Yet, somehow in his presence, you didn’t have a care in the world. With his thigh pressed against your own as you sat on the couch, you wanted nothing more than to have him embrace you, and place your head on his chest; you wanted to know that everything was going to be all right, and that you didn’t have to be scared any longer. Instead, you glanced away, and leaned your head upon his shoulders.
You were testing the waters, seeing exactly how he responds. He made no sudden movements, his shoulder immediately going tense at your sudden display of affection, before relaxing once more. You took that as a good sign, and snuggled into his side, your eyelids beginning to grow heavy as his warmth and comfort began to overpower you. Yet, before you drifted off, you could vaguely remembered the mess you caused inside the apartment and the how he should probably head back to his own hotel room. But, before you could even move a muscle, a sturdy hand held you down, as you attempted to mumble something incoherently about Prentiss being suspicious and cleaning up the mess.
“Here, let me do the rest, and don’t worry we can talk in the morning.” He pushed you back down on the sofa, and you finally allowed exhaustion overcome you. Yet, before you truly fell asleep, you could feel something warm press against your forehead—and you can swear it lead to the best night of sleep you had in a long time.
Okay... so... I know this is a strange question but.. WCIF Aspens underwear in your most recent post? Thanks!! Ps Ily so so so much and i love your sims!! You and peon are my absolute favorite. I have really bad anxiety and depression and reading your guys blogs gives me life. You both make my day 100x better. Thank you guys for being awesome!!
omfg that’s not a strange question at all!!! they’re my absolute fave pair of panties ever, and you can get them here
OMFG! THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH!! You guys don’t even understand I started this blog so I could save my favorite Jeff imagines/fanfics/pictures/headcanons etc. and in less then two weeks I have 100 fucking followers that share the same love for Jeff Atkins and we all agree that he deserves better and everything. It’s ABSOLUTELY insane. I truly don’t have words except to the writers; just keep writing Jeff imagines we all love them! I love you all so much don’t be afraid to inbox me it always makes me smile.😆💗
OMFG, GUYS, I HIT 1,000 FOLLOWERS!!!! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH THIS IS SO (excuse my language) FUCKING AMAZING!!!! I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH AND I COULDNT HAVE MADE IT HERE WITHOUT YOU GUYS! OML IM CRYING! THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH I DIDNT THINK I WAS GOING TO MAKE IT HERE AND YOU ALL PROVED ME WRONG! SO THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I DINT EVEN EXPECT TO GET 50 FOLLOWERS AND IM GOING TO DIE!! THANK YOU SO MUCH AND I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOU ALL! I HOPE YOUR DAY/ NIGTH IS WONDERFUL! THANK YOU ALL AGAIN! I CAN’T EVEN PUT INTO WORDS HO HAPPY AND EXCITED I AM! THANK YOU ALL AGAIN!
44.6 OF YOU WANTED ME TO OPEN SHIPS, H/C’S AND REQUEST SO BE READY FOR THAT TONIGHT!
if your wondering I'm talking to te’a or @alfred-the-cat-writes and we’ve been talking for 5 hours and we’re still talking
I agree intensively with the other anon, I wish more blogs were like you! You truly have a great wisdom about this discourse and stuff, and you're also an adorable person! You're someone who deserves way more followers and most of all more recognition. Thanks a lot!
omfg you guys are so sweet like heck i don’t know what i did to have such kind followers but ily guys honestly <33