Writing Prompts But Make Them All Ridiculous Quotes From People I Know

writing prompts but make them all ridiculous quotes from people i know

1. "If you hand me more Goldfish, I am going to scream." 2. "You've never fucking played Scrabble?!" 3. "This is one thing you can't fix with a Periodic Table." 4. "Are you actually high right now?" 5. "LET'S MAKE POWERPOINTS!" 6. "Can't we just be gay in a frog-themed cottage together?" 7. "THERE'S VODKA IN THIS JUICE BOX, YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!" 8. "Ya know, these murder hunts really makes me crave Skittles." 9. "Is my calf buff or fat?" 10. "Raspberries and raspberry PopTarts are basically the same thing." 11. "I couldn't find my husband!" 12. "My knees are moist!" 13. "No pink, no dolls, no Madonna." 14. "I guess spines just really turn me on." 15. "I'm mentally doing the FitnessGram Pacer Test." 16. "I'm a whore for books." 17. "Wearing a blindfold can be very educational... depending on who you're with." 18. "Well... she died. But not in a bad way!" 19. "I'm less Professor Snape and mre Ms. Frizzle." 20. "He thinks it's orange juice!" 21. "I will NOT lose this war they don't know they're participating in!" 22. "Quick, say something so I don't come off hetero." 23. "DID YOU JUST GET PROPOSITIONED?"

FUCKING EXACTLY. I’m biologically female and can’t use tampons and it’s so uncomfortable now and was honestly terrifying when I was young and needed supplies and they only had like... huge tampons to offer. I hate that people who menstruate are shamed for what they do or don’t stop DEAD UTERAL LINING FROM LEAKING THROUGH THEIR PANTS. Like what the actual fuck society ?

also i literally do not care whether you prefer pads or tampons but the fact that in almost every situation where free period supplies are available, they’re tampons, and this is just assumed to be fine (or people like campaigning for “free tampons” rather than “free menstrual products”) upsets me bc there are a lot of people who use pads who cannot use tampons and i don’t understand why tampons are considered not just the default but the only option worth mentioning

Body Language, Pt. 1

Part 2:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645851107666591744/body-language-pt-2

Part 3:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645923305711370240/body-language-pt-3

You jogged up the stairs, sneakers hitting the old, carpeted apartment building steps harder than normal. You reached your floor, stuffed your hand in your go-bag and fumbled for your keys. As you pulled them out, you jammed the only silver one into the lock and twisted, throwing the door open angrily. It had been a BAD day. You worked at the BAU, in Quantico, VA. You had been working a case today that heavily involved BDSM play. It was full of jokes from Derek and flirting from Penelope. They weren’t the issue, though. 

It was your boyfriend, Spencer Reid. Every time dominance and submission was brought up, he glanced your way, his body turning slightly towards you. You would catch him staring at your body, biting his pretty pink lip until a visible dent appeared. No doubt what his eidetic memory and vivid imagination were up to trouble. 

How could he let his body language run away from him like that? We’re surrounded by profilers, for god’s sake. I know Emily and JJ noticed, it’s hard to keep anything like this from them. At least that’s how Spencer was acting. He left the BAU at the normal clock-out time, but I stayed to do some extra file work for the case we had finished. It was a clean shot from Rossi, but the Unsub did die, so there was bound to be more paperwork to complete. You saw Spencer’s eyes catch yours on his way out. You just glared, and saw his eyebrows draw together in slight fear. He’s a genius... he’ll figure out what he’d done.

As I closed my last file, I looked up to see Hotch exiting his office and walking towards the clear doors towards the elevator. I placed the file in the plastic holder in the corner of my desk, then gathered up my go-bag and coat to follow my superior. I jogged towards the elevator, which he held for me before it closed at the last second. 

“Hey,” I said, worn-out and irritated. I did my best to keep my tone neutral and polite, as he was my superior. Not to mention he was someone I respected as a person. I knew he could tell something was wrong, though. He frowned slightly, lips pursing together. 

“Everything okay?” He asked, fully knowing that something was up.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just a stressful day, boss,” I said, trying to add a chuckle at the end. I hadn’t convinced him, but it didn’t seem like he was going to press any further. 

“Okay. Just tell me if there’s anything you need.” 

I nodded.

“Thanks, Hotch,” I said, genuinely grateful to the man standing beside me. He nodded towards me, and I returned it. He exited the elevator first. I followed, walking to my car in the underground parking lot. The drive home only 20 minutes, but seemed like forever. I had been thinking about Spencer’s obvious behavior all the way to our shared apartment, and was seething by the time I got out.

※※※

I tossed my keys on the stand next to the door, and set my bag down on the end of the couch. 

Where is he?

I quickly looked around the room, a kitchen off to the side, and a living room connected to it. It wasn’t a huge apartment, but it worked for us. I noticed soft noises coming from down the small hall where our bedroom and bathroom were located. I growled under my breath and made my way down the hallway. The noises became louder as I approached the closed bedroom. Discernable moans came from behind the door.

I knocked roughly and flung it open.

The sight I was met with filled me to the brim with even more anger. Spencer was sprawled out on the bed, his hair mussed and his clothes on the floor. His hand shot up from his dick, and he pulled himself up to the headboard of the bed. 

“(Y-Y/n), l-let me explain,” he rushed, eyes wide, voice high and squeaky. I simply stared at him, letting the fear turn over in his mind. I knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it much longer. Seeing the sweat on his forehead leading down to his terrified eyes made me want to tie him up and ruin him right that second. But he would have to wait. 

Torturing him was the best part.

A.N. - 

Ahhh this is just the first part, I’ll finish it soon. t/y!

Update-

I’ve finished all three parts. My first actual thing on here, tysm for reading! I only started it in 2nd person POV, the rest of it it 1st person POV

Justice for Tristyn Bailey

http://chng.it/24SY26xg24

A week ago, early in the morning hours of Sunday, May 9, Trystan Bailey was last seen alive at the Durban Amenity Center. By 10am, she was reported missing by her family.

She was a 13-year-old 7th grader that went to Patriot Oaks Academy in St. Augustine, FL. She was a successful, passionate, and active member of the First Coach cheerleading community. She received many recognitions for her compassionate personality and dedicated work ethic.

That Sunday afternoon, around 12 hours since she was last seen, her body was found in a wooded area near a retention pond by a local church.

She was raped, stabbed, and her head was beaten.

A 14-year-old boy named Aiden Fucci was arrested and charged with Tristyn’s murder. They went to the same school, and lived in the same neighborhood. Mutual friends of Tristyn and Fucci also commented that they were friends at school.

After he was obtained by the police, he posted a picture on Snapchat saying “Has anyone seen Tristyn lately?”

Fucci was charged as a juvenile with second-degree murder. Murder meets the parameters for Fucci to be tried as an adult, and why should he not be?

He killed a 13-year-old, and has proven to show absolutely NO remorse.

This girl had hopes and desires and plans for the future just like the rest of us. She had a favorite color and a favorite song. She had a favorite memory and favorite friend to talk to in the hallway at school. She had a room she had spent time decorating, a makeup routine for her cheer competitions. None of that is here anymore, because of Aiden Fucci.

The link at the top is a petition on Change. org to give Tristyn justice.

I hate that we have to live like this.

author’s note ?

Hi all, sorry I guess I just wanted to say that I know Body Language was kinda short, and also sorry about the random POV switch. I read back through it and realized it wasn’t that *intense* which was the vibe I was going for. I’m not going to delete it but just wanted to say that future writing will be better Lol