Rare post but :P anyways its so interesting how every sinner down there is contradicting their living life. For example Alastor he is a dear because they're prey, and when he was alive he was a predator. Sir Pen, he has multitude of eyes because he saw Jack the Ripper kill someone, knew who Jack The Ripper was cause he was a client and said nothing. Finally Angel Dust, Angel has no rights nor any time of power or way to say no, from Vox we know that Angel is a killer. Angels murder victim didn't have the power to stop their death hence why Angel has no power. I think a really cool theory would be that your sinner life is sort of predecided.
You think Odysseus was Homer's favorite blorbo because of the amount of details he put in his descriptors. I think Odysseus was Homer's favorite blorbo because of the absolute hell he put him through. You cannot convince me that The Odyssey wasn't just someone going buck wild with their favorite oc—because that's exactly what it was.
A Criminal Minds one-shot | Spencer Reid x Reader | Part I
A museum trip leads to an unexpected, adorable connection with Dr. Spencer Reid.
w/c 936 (short n sweet - may do a pt 2?)
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You weren’t expecting much from your solo Saturday trip to the Museum of Natural History.
A quiet afternoon, some dinosaur bones, maybe a fun fact or two for your group chat. You certainly didn’t expect to be interrupted mid-sip of your overpriced museum café latte by a tall, slightly disheveled man speed-walking past the entrance with a bag slung awkwardly over his shoulder and a trail of papers sticking out.
You blink.
He walks straight into a sign for the Prehistoric Oceans exhibit.
You blink again.
He mutters a curse under his breath, adjusts his satchel, and proceeds to argue with himself—out loud—about whether trilobites evolved before or after eurypterids.
Naturally, you follow him.
It’s not every day you see a real-life walking encyclopedia with a messy mop of curls and a cardigan two sizes too big wandering the museum like he's solving a case.
He stops in front of a large fossil encased in glass and tilts his head.
“Statistically speaking,” he says to no one in particular, “most people underestimate the size of a Dunkleosteus by at least 40%. Which is understandable, considering the average adult can't properly visualize scale without a frame of reference.”
You cross your arms, intrigued. “Is that a challenge?”
He jumps slightly, glancing your way like he hadn’t noticed he was talking out loud. “Oh! I—I didn’t mean to sound condescending. I just, um, I really like fish.”
You bite your lip to suppress a smile. “Big, extinct murder-fish?”
“They’re armored! And had one of the strongest bite forces in prehistoric history!” he says, lighting up like a Christmas tree. “Some estimates suggest up to 8,000 pounds per square inch. It could bite a great white shark in half, probably. Not that it ever did, since they didn’t coexist—but, um, theoretically.”
You snort. “You’re adorable.”
He blinks at you like you just solved a puzzle he wasn’t expecting to exist.
“Spencer,” he says after a pause, offering a hand that’s slightly ink-stained and warm. “Dr. Spencer Reid.”
You shake it. “I’m Y/N. Just... Y/N. Not a doctor of anything.”
“Yet,” he says thoughtfully. “Statistically speaking, you could still become one.”
You laugh. “Wow. You really like statistics, don’t you?”
“It’s comforting,” he says, sheepishly tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. “Numbers make sense. People... not always so much.”
“Well, I’m a person,” you say playfully. “How do I rank, statistically speaking?”
He pushes his glasses up his nose and actually thinks about it. “Hmm. So far, you’ve engaged in three nerdy jokes, followed me through two exhibits, and haven’t run away during a five-minute monologue about Devonian sea life. That puts you in the top 1.3% of strangers I’ve interacted with in public.”
You grin. “So I’m special?”
“Empirically? Yes.” He smiles, shy and warm. “And also... you’re really pretty.”
That catches you off guard. “Well, now I have to ask you to walk with me through the dinosaur exhibit.”
He blushes—furiously—but he nods, already falling into step beside you.
By the time you reach the T-Rex skeleton, he's telling you about how the odds of fossilization are so low that it's basically a miracle any of these creatures were preserved at all. You barely understand half of it, but you hang on every word because he’s excited, and charming, and maybe a little awkward—but in a way that makes your heart flutter.
Somewhere between the fossils and the fun facts, you realize that this is probably going to be the best Saturday you’ve had in a long time.
And Spencer?
He’s already calculating the probability of you agreeing to dinner afterward.
As you pass beneath the towering skeleton of the T-Rex, Spencer glances at you sideways.
He’s still talking—something about bone density and how it affects preservation rates—but there’s a different tone to his voice now. Less lecture, more... hope?
You pause in front of a display showing a reconstructed dinosaur nest. “So, if I were a prehistoric creature,” you ask, “what would the odds be of you asking me out?”
He stops walking.
Dead serious, he says, “Well, factoring in our conversational chemistry, shared interest in science-adjacent topics, your remarkable patience with my rambling, and the fact that you've smiled at me eight times in the last fifteen minutes... I’d say the odds are currently 87.2%.”
You raise an eyebrow. “That’s... really specific.”
“I left a 12.8% margin for shyness or unexpected social variables,” he explains quickly, then winces. “Unless I’ve misread something. Which is possible. Probable, even.”
You step closer and nudge his shoulder gently with yours. “Spencer?”
“Yeah?”
“I’d bring your odds up to 100% if you asked me now.”
He blinks. Then flushes. “Would you—um—would you maybe like to grab dinner? With me? Tonight? I know a place with really good Thai food and incredible mango sticky rice. I’ve been told it’s the best in D.C. Or we could get something more casual, or less casual, or—”
“Spencer,” you interrupt, laughing softly. “Dinner sounds perfect. Sticky rice and all.”
He beams. Like, full-on, dimples-and-sparkle beam. You wonder if he smiles like this often or if you're just lucky.
As you start walking toward the museum exit together, he casually says, “Did you know mangoes are the most widely consumed fruit in the world?”
“Is that a fact you save for post-date dessert talk?”
He grins again. “Maybe.”
You link your arm with his and shake your head fondly. “God, you're such a nerd.”
“And statistically,” he says, glancing down at you, “Nerds make the best boyfriends.”
i beg pls do a shoto x reader smau just like cutesie things and theyre already dating i need it for my daily serotonin intake ^^ like where he just does the most boyfriend things without noticing...
w2e, the marias, beabadoobee, laufey typa romance i beg 🙏
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in which loving you comes naturally to him—even if he rarely says it out loud
Came back quickly with another Poppy Playtime Ask, Can I order a Child reader with Doey where they are playing Hide and Seek but Doey can't find them cause they wondered to far with some salt and pepper please :D
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Doey & lost child Reader
★ It started out as a simple game. A round of hide and seek between Doey (the seeker) and some of the other toys who wanted to join. He counted down, and you ran fast, determined to find the perfect hiding spot.
★ Absorbed in the game, you wander too far from your first hiding place. Soon, you realize that you might've gotten a bit lost. Your initial excitement turns into fear and as you walk around the unfamiliar area. Searching for Doey so that he can bring you back.
★ As Doey finishes counting, he begins his search. Finding everyone else without trouble. But he can't find you, and he calls out your name, expecting you to respond. You don't, instead, he's met with silence.
★ His playful demeanor fades as Doey begins to look around. Hoping that you just fell asleep mid-game. Enlisting the help of Kissy to try and find you. By the time he realizes you must have wandered out of Safe Haven, he's frantic.
★ Kevin's personality shines through when he starts to look around the factory for you. What if something bad happened? You can't defend yourself! You're just a little thing. If anyone touches you, there as good as dead.
★ After what feels like an eternity, Doey finally finds you. You were tucked in a corner that made you look more smaller than you already were. His expression softens, and you rush get next to him. He quickly scoops you up, bringing you back home.
via NYPost: Immigration and Customs Enforcement is preparing to launch a “big f–king operation” across sanctuary cities — including Chicago and New York — immediately after President-elect Donald Trump’s inauguration, multiple sources told The Post.
Starting Jan. 21, multi-day “ground operations” will be launched across cities that have served as safe havens for migrants because the local authorities do not cooperate with the federal government when it comes to immigration issues, sources said.
ok but legitimately i think the reason why kids aren’t taking internet safety seriously is because the people who are telling us not to put our personal information out seem so out of touch. no one acknowledges the possibility of meeting very real teenaged friends online, they always say that everyone you meet is a 40 year old white man in disguise. because they aren’t acknowledging things we know are true, it becomes a lot easier to dismiss the rest of what they’re saying as well. internet safety lessons absolutely must keep up with the times and acknowledge the internet’s capacity for good if you want kids to take to heart warnings about its capacity for bad.
1. Have proof they're a teenager first. More than just a picture, have a video call with them.
2. If you want to meet up with them, have your parents or a trusted adult come with you. Even if they are a proven teenager, its still good to have supervision in case any issues happen.
3. If you are talking to an adult, and they start being sexual in any way, you run the fuck away. It doesn't matter if they're 40 or 20. An adult inherently has a power dynamic that teenagers do not. And its up to the adult to act responsible about it. There's exceptions of course, if you're 16 and dating an 18 year old, that's not a problem, we're not talking about that.
4. Being in a server with adults or ran by adults is not inherently bad. Talking to adults is not inherently a problem, and will likely happen in any number of Discord servers. It is only an issue when they are acting sexual and show predatory behavior.
5. Look out for grooming behavior. It can be difficult, because at first it seems like innocuous behavior, like complimenting or giving gifts. Especially if you feel lonely and have low self esteem. And groomers actively target people like that.
If they start trying to isolate you, talk sexual with you, state they depend on you for emotional needs, blame you for their own actions, try to be secretive about the relationship- Then you need to talk to people you trust, block the perpetrator, and call the police on them.
6. If this does happen to you, remember this: It is not your fault. Even if you didn't listen to a single thing listed here, it is not your fault. It is the fault of the adults who knew better, and didn't care. It's not your fault.
To my followers: if any of you guys are underaged, please be very VERY careful on here, and don’t fall for any of the tricks the groomer would use on you, just block them and report them.
literally all it entails is sending people "trick-or-treat" asks and people answering those asks with pictures of candy or those silly spooky plastic toys or whatever else you would give a trick-or-treater. please. please can we have some whimsy
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