poor old granny scorpion-shoes. no one ever saw her death coming

it was pneumonia.

yes, her pet scorpion pneumonia, who lived in her shoe. tragic.

he shot her point blank

Halloween camping

wheelchairs and canes and glasses and hearing aids and every single other mobility aid should be free btw and if you disagree i hate you

thinkin’ about sex shop worker eddie munson helping reader pick out her first toy.

you’re not a virgin, but you’re definitely new to this whole self-pleasure thing. when it comes to touching yourself, you mostly opt for going manual - and that hasn’t been particularly fun in the past. it’s a lot of work, and you end up covered in sweat by the end of it, the scent of sex heavy and humid in the air, one pitiful orgasm the only fruit of your labor.

so you decide to get a vibrator.

i’m gonna need you to delete this bestie

In This Diary | S.R

Summary - The summer of ‘02 was supposed to be just like any summer that had come before. Spencer Reid was mostly hoping to relax before his started his new job at the Behavioural Analysis Unit in the fall. But best laid plans often go awry.

Now all these years later he’s come into possession of the diary he kept during that time and he’s forced on a trip down memory lane to a perfect Las Vegas summer in which he fell in love for the very first time. But if he’s not careful, he might allow himself to get so lost in his nostalgia he may not be able to drag himself back to the present.

A/N - this goes back and forth a lot in time, I hope it makes sense. Where there’s a page break it goes back to the present day. Based on the song In This Diary by The Ataris. Written for @imagining-in-the-margins Summer Sunshine Challenge. Thank you again @pinkiceee-prose and @andiebeaword for reading over this 🖤

Pairing - Spencer Reid / Fem! Reader

Category - angst with happy ending | strangers to friends to lovers | smut minors DNI

Warnings - post prison, pot smoking, virgin Spencer, slight sub! Spencer, use of “good boy”, mild praise kink (Spencer), handjob, swearing, fingering, masturbation (m), brief mention of medication but no specifics, talk of PTSS, angst, allusions to sex, brief mention of protected sex, oral (m receiving), brief mention of past addiction and Emily’s “death”.

WC - 10.3k honestly I can’t write anything short

Here in this diary I write you visions of my summer, it was the best I ever had…

The dogeared, weathered pages told their age beneath his fingertips, speaking their tales through skin. Smudged ink seeped through the yellowing paper, penned words of a different time etched to hold their memory. 

His fingers danced across them as though reading braille, trying to feel the words the way he had when he'd written them. So much time had passed, so much had changed, this book felt like it was from a different lifetime.

If he closed his eyes he could feel himself there. He could feel the way the hot Vegas sun beat down on him, causing little beads of sweat to roll down his face, feeling it tightening his skin. He could sense the pen in his hand as he scrawled down his thoughts, committing them to these pages. 

Midnights Slots!

Hello! If you have been a fan of my page you know that I have been receiving requests for the songs on the midnights album for character imagines!

Well they were all finally filled! This will me the 'masterlist' for the event!

At the bottom I am announcing my next event so send in the characters you'd like to see for songs on that album as well!

Drumroll PLEASE !!!!

Hope is a fickle, dangerous thing. It steals your focus and aims it toward the possibilities instead of keeping it where it belongs - on the probabilities. || Fourth Wing by Rebecca Yarros

Newest addiction

“ghost files will return 2023” like we’re in the mcu

Big content creators being completely unaware of the hellsite that is Tumblr:

Shane and Ryan:

We’re not scared of Tumblr, we’re out there with you in the trenches

Ryan Bergara’s actual super power is to have gotten a bunch of skeptics to do a fucking ghost hunting show with him. of all his crew members he’s the only one that actually fucking believes and if that’s not some witchcraft on his part then idk wtf it is

reblog this version instead you little shits

The only time I’ve ever been happy to see an ad on this godforsaken hell site

Fictional Character: *is physically and mentally scarred, morally grey, old enough to be my dad and would kill someone without hesitation, possibly torture them as well*

Me: Ah, yes. Husband material.

It’s dark in here- *gasps in excitement* OHH SARAH!

OHH SARAH! *giggles like a little kid* OHhHhH!!

My ceiling is filled with blue lights… and stars and everything!!

OH Sarah! I can go to bed at night looking at this. OHHHH it’s beautiful!

ppl forget the innocence of the elderly… if there was ever a glimpse of them as a child, this is it

“I can go to bed at night looking at this!” 🥺✨

I love grandmothers. I miss mine every single day. This is beautiful.

I have one! I’ll deadass be in my room with it on listening to music and disassociating for hours 😂

It has a buncha colors but these are my faves

Purple bc insanely gorgeous 100/10 just beautiful

Then the light blue/green makes me feel like I’m underwater, 11/10 love to imagine I’m drowning

And then dark blue bc it feels like I’m in space, 10/10 would love to go there and stop breathing

@haileyhurts where did you get it?

I would love to cry my eyes out in a room this pretty

@yanderrre you can just go to galaxylight.com or if you dont feel like typing: shorturl.link/galaxy

My cat trips balls when I use mine 😂 the stars are lasers so she goes nuts thinking it’s a 1000 laser light toys!! Still cracks me up every time

Same energy

this so precious

She reminds me of the grandpa that was so proud of how big his cauliflower grew !!! lemme find it

always reblog galaxy grandma and cauliflower granddad