#this time!

[pifflesandprattles]

to be honest, i thought they would be called like.. beans on toast or something... either way here you go!

[setmeatopthepyre]

Tease tidbit tuesday

tagged by @rcmclachlan and @ambernotember, thank you! this inspired me to write a little more on antarct-fic that wasn't constrained to drabble proportions so it's also.. a bit more than a tidbit. it's still not the bit I actually set out to write when I started it so more to come in this scene, maybe? uhh enjoy!

also! all things antarct-fic are made possible thanks to the amazing @sugarpenchant for idea-yappage and @geddyqueer for answering my millions of antarctica questions

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“I can't believe you're going to Antarctica,” Chimney says wistfully as he refills their wine glasses.

Maddie points a ladle at him. “Don't get any ideas.”

He grins brightly, scooting closer to where she's stirring in a pan of tomato sauce. “Aw, come on. You don't want to move to the South Pole with me? I'm sure Jee would love a chance to hug a penguin.”

“You're not allowed to touch the wildlife,” Buck points out through a mouthful of crackers and cheese. “There's a fine, and jail time.”

“Antarctic jail time? That still sounds pretty cool,” Chimney says.

Buck swallows his crackers, starts slicing himself some more cheese. “No jails either,” he frowns. “I think they kick you off the continent.”

Chim raises his eyebrows, feigns disappointment. “Harsh, but fair. So no cuddling seals, either. Yeah, Maddie, I'm not so sure we should move after all.”

Maddie laughs, and they beam at each other, and Buck wonders if there's time to bake some garlic bread to go with their dinner.

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It takes a little longer than usual to get Jee-yun to bed. Not because she's fussing, or in a mood, but because Buck comes to the sudden realization that this is his last Uncle Buck Storytime for the foreseeable future. When he returns to the kitchen, Maddie raises her eyebrows in question. “She, uh--” He clears his throat. “Wanted another story, so.” Shrugs. “Couldn't say no, right?”

She opens her mouth like she wants to remind him that that is something he very much can and probably should be doing, but seems to think better of it. Maybe she's noticed his eyes are a little damp. “Right. Wine?”

He's thankful for the out. “I'll get it.”

“So.” Maddie says, watching him move around the kitchen. “You're really sure this is the right call?” She's using that I'm-trying-to-be-supportive-but-are-you-kidding-me tone that Buck's been hearing a lot of lately.

He lets out a long breath. “Yeah. I think so.” Frowns. “I am. Look, I-I know how it sounds.”

Chimney wanders in from the living room. “Good, 'cause it sounds crazy.”

He groans in frustration. “I know.” He sets down his wine glass, presses his knuckles into the counter top, studies its gleaming surface. Thinks of the counter top in his own kitchen with the specks of hardened dough and the traces of flour that he's never quite able to get rid of.

“You're gonna be stuck in a frozen wasteland with your ex, Buck,” Chimney points out. Makes that face he does when he's about to make some clever reference that absolutely no one else in the house will understand. “You'll be a thousand miles from nowhere, man. And it's gonna get a hell of a lot worse before it gets any better.”

Buck isn't sure if his brother in law really, honestly thinks that one of these days he'll get a round of applause instead of blank (if fondly amused, on Maddie's part) stares, but today is definitely not that day.

“Come on, The Thing? That's like the Antarctica movie!”

“Yeah, well, maybe I'll watch it on the flight over.” Buck mutters.

“You probably shouldn't.” Chimney pours himself a glass of wine, and after a pointed look from Maddie, turns to the fridge to grab her a seltzer. “But,” he adds, sliding the can across the counter to his wife, “If you're out there and Tommy starts shooting at a dog from a helicopter, you'll want to get out of there ASAP.”

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no pressure tags @sugarpenchant @cannibalhellhound @iphyslitterator

[prolix-yuy]

go on then, my treat ;)

TREAT MEEEEEE <clenches eyes shut and holds hand out for your frankie hahah>

This reminds me of the kids that dig around in the candy bowl looking for the Reese's! Don't worry, he's well stocked!

The rain seeps into your clothes as you hop into Frankie's truck, plans well ruined. You flop against the seat, turning all of the vents to heat your pebbled skin. Frankie slams his door, cursing under his breath as the wipers kick to life.

"Sorry, should have looked at the forecast, thought it'd be nicer, for a first... you know," he mumbles, hands wandering uneasily over the steering wheel. Sneaking a glance, his profile is painted butter yellow by the streetlights, lower lip pulled to worry between his teeth. "I can, uh, take you home if..."

"Take me anywhere, Frankie," you say, leaning your head against the head rest. Frankie looks at you, maybe with a layer "why are you still here with a guy like me?" but you brush the backs of your fingers over his forearm. His frame eases, turning back to the road outside the quiet of the car.

"I know a place."

It doesn't matter, as long as you can sit next to him for a while.

So much Frankie sweetness for you Jo! Happy Halloween!

[me-william-is-typing]

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hiii :)

[sasarahsunshine]

Reid didn't mean to let it get this far. He normally controls his temper, well, not perfectly, but better than this would suggest. One minute Hotch is tearing into him for making a decision out in the field and he's arguing right back about how he couldn't let someone die if he could stop it. The next he's slamming Hotch up against the wall. Hotch struggles against him for a moment, his face changing into puzzled disbelief at his inability to escape. And Reid... well, he has a moment of weakness and then licks over Hotch's pulse point. "If you don't calm down and stop yelling, I'm probably going to bite you," he warns quietly as he brushes his lips against Hotch's ear.

"I- what? Please?" was probably not the intellectual, in-depth response that Hotch had hoped to give.

who sent me this- who is writing something so freaking hot like this and not naming themselves? I demand to know who you are, Anon. Or give yourself an emoji or something please oh my god-

My brain short-circuited a little.

I'm sure Hotch's did too. And it takes Reid a solid few seconds too long to realize what he's done, dropping Hotch to the floor and taking several steps back, his hands beginning to shake. Oh, shit. What has he done? Fuck, fuck, fuck-

(I have nothing of substance to add to this because it's gold and amazing and I'm just going to bask in it for a little while).

[cococanary]

Dorian was the first to arrive at the house and went to grab a snack while he waited to meet his new roommates...

When he turned around, he was surprised to see one of them standing right in front of him. He knew he would probably have both male and female cohabitants but he wasn’t expecting any of them to be so beautiful! That was literally all he could think about as she introduced herself. Pamela Holcomb was her name and she was studying Communications. This was her second year at the university so she knew the campus like the back of her hand. She offered to show him around while they waited on the others and he eagerly accepted her offer.

I think this would be a good time to say that Dorian has the Serial Romantic Aspiration 😁

transcript under the cut

Transcript: Attractiveness Alert! Wow, what a sim! Dorian Dreamer just stopped what they were thinking about for a moment and found themselves staring at Pamela Holcomb. That woman has so many of the qualities that make Dorian’s heart race, as if it were on a cross country marathon. Their beautiful features meet Dorian’s desires so readily that its almost as if whatever created such a Sim, sculpted her specifically for them...

[kirax-emd]

I just want to say to my followers I’m sorry for the Loki spam but I’m just falling into the dark abyss of my loki obsession again