sometimes i think about when i was like. 6. and watched shrek for the first time. and when they introduced the magic mirror with the gingerbread man going
"do you know... the muffin man?"
"the muffin man?"
"the muffin man!"
"yes, i know the muffin man, who lives on Drury Lane?"
"she's married to the muffin man!"
i was firmly convinced that "she" meant the mirror. and that the mirror was the one married to the muffin man.
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Ive mentioned before how Mono has an.... we'll say, interesting relationship with food things. He's food descriptions are about as concise as his table manners - a grain thing, a meat thing, some sort of paste. Sweet goo, stuff like that.
If the Thin Man gave him a warm muffin, his first instinct would be 'hug', because it's warm and soft, and who wouldn't hug a toasty, warm thing?
ᵗʰᶦˢ ᶦˢ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ ˡᵃᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶜˡᶦᵐᵇᵉᵈ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᵃ ᵐᵘᵍ ᵇʳᵒʷⁿᶦᵉ [here]
And he pretty much shovels everything into his mouth as quickly as he can, since he might have to bolt in the next second. There's no telling if he'll get the chance to eat again. The whole 'meal time' for kids is always chaotic.
Then there's the whole process of food 'concoctions', such as grain things and pasta bits - this is all hard stuff. But Mono has learned at last if you put this stuff into something like fluids (or random liquid condiments when rain isn't available), it will soften enough he can slurp it up.
Everything is pretty much repulsive, but as long as its edible and safe to consume, and doesn't kill him, it's all good.
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My kitten to our delight burrowed his way into our stuffed animal pile… and well… I guess he got comfy
After taking many pictures and crying at his little foot I get up go get a better view and…
LOOOOOOK AT HIMMMMM!!!!!😭😭
I love him sooo much, my comfortable boy
His name is Muffin I found him at a bakery
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Hangovers and Hickeys
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader
WC: no idea rn lmao probably like 700
A/N: some Spence content before the new year (on the western calendar). Hope you all get to enjoy the day!
“Good morning sunshine.”
You winced at the sheer volume of his voice. “If I could, id shove you off of the roof Derek Morgan.”
“Fun night?”
You snorted and finally lifted your head off of the desk. “You should be a profiler.”
That caused Derek to laugh, which made you wince and close your eyes. The sunglasses perched on your nose were supposed to be helping. They weren’t.
“That’s a nice hickey you got there.”
You grunted in response and tried to adjust your sweater collar so it would cover the hickey you missed this morning when you didn’t look in the mirror. You had basically rolled out of bed, and into your car to make sure you got to work on time.
“Who gave it to you?”
“Why don’t you use your super duper profiling skills to deduce it or whatever Sherlock shit you wanna do.”
Derek snorted and shook his head. ”or you could just….tell me.”
“Don’t worry about it Derek.” You grumbled.
When Derek realized he wasn’t going to get any answers out of you about it, he decided he was going to change tactics.
“Moving on from Boy Wonder?”
It was no secret that you had a crush on a certain nerdy doctor. And so Derek tried to use this knowledge to his advantage.
You crossed your arms and just raised your eyebrows. “I’m not dignifying that with a response,”
“Pretty sure that was my answer.” He chuckled, sitting down in his chair and swiveling to look at you.
When you decided to just ignore Derek, and face your desk, he piped up again. “Where is he anyways?”
“No idea.”
It was like he was waiting for his cue from you. Spencer pushed open the doors to the bull pen and strolled in. He had his purple scarf around his neck, over his new coat that Henry (JJ) had gotten him for Christmas. It was a beautiful grey pea coat that kept him warm during these freezing winter months. Spender was carrying a tray with two coffees on it and what seemed like a bag from McDonalds, which seemed to be for you, since he was headed in your direction.
The smell of the food caused you to groan with joy and smile at the man walking towards you.
“My knight in shining armor.” You muttered as he placed the whole tray in front of you. You placed a kiss on his cheek hasilty, causing him to blush a little.
“I got hashbrowns from both McDonald’s and Dunkin’, a little smorgasbord of grease for your pallet.” He whispered before taking one of the cups out of the tray.
“I’m going to marry you Doctor Spencer Reid.” You muttered, digging into the bag and pulling out one of the McDonald’s hash browns and biting into it. The groan you let out leaned a little on the pornographic side, which made Derek raise his eyebrows at the sound you let out, and then at tinge of pink on Spencer’s cheeks.
You continued eating, clueless about the silent interrogation happening to your left, enjoying every single bite and sip of your hangover cure.
“Derek I can hear you thinking and it’s making my head throb.”
Derek’s eyes snapped back to you, as your figure swiveled in the chair to face him, casually munching on some of the fries, in a completely different mood then from two minutes ago before Spencer had walked in the room.
“Sorry your highness. I’m just curious as to why Boy Genius here is bringing you hangover cures.”
“Well it’s his fault I’m this fucked up so he owes me.” You grumbled, swiveling around in your chair to face your desk. You pulled your lap top out of your canvas bag and started to set up for your work day.
“Wha-how is it his fault.”
That’s when Spencer turned bright red and tried to change the conversation, or at least get out of it. “I—well it’s not…I….hotch is…”
Spencer basically ran across the bullpen and up the stairs to Hotch’s office, avoiding the conversation he almost just had.
“I don’t think you wanna know.” You smirked and bit into the muffin from Dunks that Spencer had got you, not looking at the man behind you.
“I’m starting to think that too.” His eyes narrowed and he looked between where Spencer had run off to, and you.
Something was going on between the two of you, and Derek Morgan was going to figure it out.
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