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Long rest
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This is a gallery-quality giclée art print on 100% cotton rag archival paper, printed with archival inks.
Kindly asking Vessel to bring the piano only version of Sugar back
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WHO DID THIS 😭
I had to make it. Had to.
I mean…🥰🫠
this is cheesy but when spencer and reader start getting more comfortable in their relationship and they exchange keys to each others places, reader starts going over while hes away. just to chill because she misses him or borrow something or get something she left. but then dhe notices his apartment is a little messy and he doesnt have a lot of food in the fridge.
the first time he comes home to a full fridge and clean apartment he's a little confused, but when he brings it up and she confesses hes just sooooo touched and appreciative.
the first time he comes home and shes asleep on the bed or couch or wherever he just MELTS. like an actual puddle on the floor kinda melting bc hes just so overwhelmed with love 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹
Spencer Reid is, quite possibly, the smartest motherfucker in the FBI. As an esteemed profiler, he notices right away that you've been in his apartment, from the post-it note grocery list sitting on the top of what's in his trash can, and a lack of dust over his kitchen counter like there typically is after he's gone on a case for a few days.
He spots 'donuts' on the list, and when he pulls the fridge open, lo and behold, there's a bag of mini chocolate donuts on the top shelf. He smiles to himself, giddily so, more than elated that you'd remembered an offhanded comment he'd made about liking them so much, especially when they're chilled.
He remembers everything anyone tells him, but people rarely stop to listen to his own words. So often it can be cast aside as nerd babble, so knowing that you'd picked up on the small tidbits of personal information he'd given you makes his seldom-fluttering heart do just that.
He feels a little bad that you'd stocked his fridge and ran, but he doesn't have to for long, because when he heads to the living room to drop his messenger bag there, and restock it with a different book, you're snoozing in his chair.
It's a recliner, one he'd splurged on so that late-night reading would be more comfortable. You've popped the footrest up, but your feet barely touch it, because you're curled up closer to the seat. Your head rests on one of the arms and is dangerously close to slipping off, so he kneels by the armrest, joints cracking.
His face hovers millimeters away from your own, your breath hitting his cheek and vice versa. He smooths a stray wisp of hair away from your face, leaning in to kiss the skin it had been covering.
"Hi, angel," He croons, keeping his voice as soft as humanly possible. He doesn't want to ruin this, whatever heavenly moment that the seldom-kind universe has decided to grant him.
Your lashes flutter at the feel of his lips on your skin, and you turn your face to lean into the touch you don't yet know is there. He can't help but laugh at the way you arch like a cat to be closer to him, and the breathy huffs fan out against your forehead.
His slender hand comes up to hover beneath your head, because when you worm closer to him, it slips off of the armrest. He holds your head up but you're finally starting to stir from the movement, and you lift it to blink groggily up at him.
"Spence?" You ask, like you're verifying his identity and not asking why he's home.
"That's me," He smiles, dimples puncturing his cheeks. His hair is slightly sloppy, frizzed and out of place from the day's hectic activities. At his confirmation you hum sleepily, resuming your cat-like activities by shutting your eyes again, leading with your nose as you nudge your face into his own. From the angle you're at his lips can only pucker to hit an awkward spot between your cheek and your nose, but the skin there is warm and soft from a facial mask he knows you used last night.
"Morning," You grumble, and he won't inform you that it's 7 at night.
"Hi, sweetheart." He croons, unable to stand up straight before you decide you want a hug. It means his butt hits the floor when you lunge for him, and he laughs as he tries maintaining an upright position.
"Oh- ah!" He laughs, eyes scrunching in a gleeful smile-turned-laugh when you knock into him. He cradles the back of your head, feeling you settle into his embrace like he's your new reclining chair.
"'Missed you, Spence." You mumble against the fabric of his jacket that's covering his shoulder. He curls his fingers into your hair at your admission, stroking briefly through the strands.
"I missed you too," He agrees, "I saw you bought me donuts."
"Hm? Oh, yeah, I did." You recall, eyes already drooping again, "We can have some for- for dessert later."
"That sounds like a good plan," Spencer grins, but you can't see it where you're nestled into his shoulder. He's waiting for you to get up, not because he doesn't want to hug you anymore but because he wants to stand and move, but when you stay firmly in place he realizes you're sleeping again, and that there's no way he's getting off the floor in the meantime.
He could wake you, tell you it's time for a late dinner and ask you to work on the eggs so that he can chop up the add-ins for an omelet. He could corral you back into the chair and take the bed for himself, read for a bit after getting changed. He could do any number of things to make himself just a bit more comfortable, but instead he chooses to commit his butt to the floor, surely flattening it for all eternity. He scoots back carefully until his back is up against the couch, so that his less-than-perfect core strength isn't relied upon as much.
From there he rests, disinterested in using his phone and too far away from his bookshelf to read. But he finds just as much meaningful entertainment in counting the breaths that you release against his shoulder, as well as counting the different possessions of yours he can see scattered around his apartment.
Your shoes, one. Your water bottle, two. Your sweatshirt, three. Your snack, four. Your keys, perhaps the most meaningful possession of all, the spare that he'll never regret giving you, five.
One of the best scenes in The War of Two Queens
As a language nerd, I've been trying to learn about Mando'a since I first heard about it. To mark possession, you put someone's name in front of the other noun that they possess. So even though "Din Grogu" sounds silly at first, it means "Din's Grogu". Although like many of you, he will forever be Grogu Djarin to me 😉
bella was lucky she didn’t have a cell phone of any kind because you know ya boi edward would be blowing up that phone 24-7 going “saw a snail today…. effervescent” or some shit equivalent
happy 3 yr anniversary to the post that singlehandedly launched the twilight renaissance
Happy 5 year anniversary to the effervescent snail post
the original got deleted but i finally managed to find a screenshot of the tweet that’s been living in my mind since july of last year
poor baby got his bell fucking RUNG BRO
why is everyone talking about pedro pascal. inst he the scallop guy from animal crossing
pedro pascal
Spoilers for S3 Ep4:
Disney doing right by Ahmed Best is just too good. From Jar Jar to Master Kelleran Beq! Fuuuuck yes!
Literally going from being the literal butt of every Star Wars joke, a racist chariacature, to SAVING MF Grogu!!
had to do something quick for tonight, loved seeing the queen get to know her people better
"dins covert is a cult!!"
say that to a hijabi's face you fucking cowards. tell them that their religion is for terrorists and that their rules and choice to wear the hijab is wrong because you don't agree. tell a hijabi to remove their scarf. i fucking dare you. tell anyone who wears a religious headcovering. tell them that you don't agree with head/body coverings and tell them that you believe that this religion that is VERY similar to theirs is a cult. fucking tell them.
because that's what you're saying to ME. that's what you're saying to so many muslims and sikhs and jews and everyone who wears a head/body covering. you criminalize and antagonize a religion that shares characteristics with real ones and say stupid shit like "its a cult and din should remove the helmet" and you dont fucking understand how HARMFUL that is. REAL PEOPLE are affected by what you say. i have hijabi friends and mutuals who are genuinely hurt by the shit people say about din's covert. you guys can't have the fucking decency to even REALIZE that his covert is not a cult.
i've struggled with my hijabi identity for years. i worry that i'll never be accepted in public because people don't agree with my choice to wear it or with my religion. i am AFRAID to go out wearing a hijab because people with this fucking state of mind don't fucking realize how much their words impact real people.
at this point i'll say it. if you believe din's covert is a cult, you're insensitive. you don't understand and you never fucking will unless you get yourself out of this mindset. your racism, islamophobia, and antisemitism is loud and fucking clear and we're sick of it.
din's covert is not a cult. please fucking listen to us. it hurts and causes genuine harm and misunderstanding and misinformation. stop saying it. please.
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