#gcnivss

[tiireur-blog]

gcnivss replied:

“Actually, they were credited to creation in 17th century Belgium. Belgians served the dish to American troops during World War Two, and since Belgium’s official language was French, they became known as French fries.”

« &. || “And this is why we fact check,” Phillip nods firmly.  “Thanks, Reid.  I’m glad I know the humanized Wikipedia for when I get suspicious.”

[contractkxller-blog]

@gcnivss​  con.

Spencer blinks, confusion on his features at the sudden flower crown placement. “Uh– thanks?” He offers a confused smile.

- - - raul gave a g r i n, ‘’ i think you earned it- you know DEALING with me all the time.’’ he snickered and rounded to the front of Spencer, his manic blue hues buzzing as they looked at the male.

[batterborowski-blog]

@gcnivss​

Possum Springs had no mental hospital, so she was in the nearest one, which was, of course, two hours away. Mae had had her fifteenth birthday in the hospital, and had missed the end of eighth grade, the summer, and now, beginning of her freshman year. The hospital wasn’t anything like the ones in Granddad’s horror stories or the movies -- it was clean and well-furnished, made up a mostly nice staff, and her parents were allowed to visit her frequently.

After morning sessions, Mae and the other patients were permitted to hang out in a lounge, supervised by several other doctors. Mae hadn’t made friends with the others -- instead, she chose to amuse herself by flicking spitballs at patients and doctors when they weren’t looking.

And some random guy who was passing through, because why not?

THWIP!

As soon as the spitball hit the back of his head, Mae quickly got to looking as “innocent” as possible.

[gospelgraved-a-blog]

@gcnivss liked for a starter

      Clarke reached for the book the same moment someone else did. And couldn’t help a frown and a huff of frustration. Let it go, Blackwell.

      “Sorry, it’s just -- I’ve been looking for that particular edition for ages.”

[hrdisaster]

@gcnivss liked for a starter!

“Hey, Reid.” Morgan has been missing his little brother more and more since he moved out to Chicago. He really just needed to hear the kid’s voice.

[hittcr-a]

@gcnivss​ continued from x.

                eliot chuckled and rubbed at the back of his neck almost bashfully. it just sort of happened. it wasn’t like he planned on showing off a little but... spencer was playing and eliot was in a pretty decent mood. he put a cup of water on top of the piano for spencer as he sipped at his own. “you’re pretty good at that too, y’know.” not the singing, because eliot had no idea if he was actually any good at singing. it was the piano skills that eliot was commenting on. 

[braindamxge-blog]

a starter for @gcnivss he’s a conman ; leverage, inc.

     “Still don’t know what’s in it for me,” David says. He SLOUCHES low on Reid’s couch, left leg extended lazily beneath the coffee table and right knee bobbing sharply. The ball of his foot aches from keeping up the motion, but it’s a PLEASANT ache -- like a reminder his head’s still connected to the rest of him. “Sorry, but I’m not-- I don’t really care about this do-gooder shit. It’d be, uh-- y’know, it’d be great if I could--” David had been ready to MOURN his physical inability to consider anyone but himself when self-pity put a bad taste in his mouth. He stops short to smack his lips instead. “I’m just not, uh-- I’m not interested.”

[solvekills-blog]

     @gcnivss. | ❀

     It wasn’t often Garcia found herself out on the field - and even then, it was rarer that she would be confronted with the unsub themselves, let alone trying to talk them down. Everything she’s saying is coming from her heart, as is always the case with her, with only a slight hiccup when finding herself at the other end of the barrel of the firearm pointed directly at her. She found her mouth clamping shut when it was fired, bracing herself for the impact she’d no doubt was coming, memories of the time she’d been shot rushing to the forefront of her mind. Everything comes back with the second gunshot, pulling Penelope out of her stupor. There was no pain, and she could see why. Reid had taken the hit for her, taking the unsub down in the process.

     The blonde is about to rush over to his side when he’s on his feet, saying something that she couldn’t make out, whilst discarding the vest that had saved him from a fatal injury. She keeps her calm demeanor until his arms are wound around her in a tight embrace; one that she returns, nodding in response to his inquiry as to her well being, tears spilling from her eyes. If it hadn’t been for the vest, he’d be dead. And she’d have no one to blame but herself. “I’m alright,” she chokes out, relieved that they both were.

     Garcia reluctantly releases her side of the hug when Derek and Hotch pull them apart, a watery smile on her lips to reassure Spencer, one hand subconsciously clutching Derek’s arm to keep herself stable. “I’m fine, Boy Wonder. You need to get checked out, to make sure that you’re in good condition yourself.”