You And I Have Begun To Blur. We're Conjoined. Curious If Either Of Us Can Survive Separation.

therapist: reid have you been doing drugs again

reid: is love a drug

therapist: probably the most powerful drug there is

reid: good because I fuckin love heroin

nothing more homoerotic than two unstable gays trying to kill each other, it’s called love sorry you’ve never felt it

thinking about hotchreid coffee dates... spencer playfully kicking hotch under the table... converses knocking against sleek dress shoes... hotch ordering himself a black coffee and a pastry for spencer... spencer ranting about the research paper he’s working on between bites of cake while hotch just smiles... hotch not telling spencer that his face is covered in powdered sugar until spencer notices and they both burst into laughter... yeah...

of course I love when men are babygirls. BUT I especially love it when men are sad little kicked puppies. kick them harder!!

When I was “I want him” about a male character im not saying I wanna fuck him. I want him like a spoiled little girl wants a pony, I want to him so I can put him on my shelf for safekeeping, I want him like a good hearty stew on a winter’s evening, I want to put him in a jar and shake it.

love it when in fanfics Hannibal gives Will a stuffed dog. like yeah that pathetic babygirl would love that fr.

If they don't say "there will be a reckoning" are they even flirting?

good grief!!!!!!!!!!!