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[push4bian]

hi, i’m bianca! 🌟

i write fanfics and also original stories but i don't think i'll post those here...

• 🔗 masterlist → all my stories

• 🪐 my favs → fics recs/faves

• ✨ other orbits → specials/events, etc.

• 🛸 requests → manda una señal!

• 💫 taglist → don’t miss new launches

• ⚠️ rules / dni → before you fly

[push4bian]

my beautiful argentina; i'll always love you, no matter what, thanks to the players, specially to messi, thanks for every happy moment all these years, you know we all love you

[push4bian]

LETS GOOO LETS FUCKING GO TE AMO ARGENTINA HERMOSA DE MI VISAAAA FUCK BILINHAM FUCK THE FAKELANDS ITS CALLED MALVINAS

[push4bian]

to the anon that requested like two days ago: it is being written, i promise

[push4bian]

VAMOS ARGENTINA LA REPUTAMADREEEEEEE Y QUE LLOREN TODOS LOS PELOTUDOS DE TWITER

[push4bian]

CRIMINAL MINDS

AARON HOTCHNER

SPENCER REID

DEREK MORGAN

JENNIFER JAREAU

EMILY PRENTISS

PENELOPE GARCIA

[push4bian]

STRANGER THINGS

JIM HOPPER

STEVE HARRINGTON

JONATHAN BYERS

DUSTIN HENDERSON

LUCAS SINCLAIR

NANCY WHEELER

ROBIN BUCKLEY

MAX MAYFIELD

JANE HOPPER

[push4bian]

MASTERLIST

STRANGER THINGS

CRIMINAL MINDS

[push4bian]

emi martinez????? literally one of the most obnoxious men in football

wait idk what obnoxious means, wait a second and I'll search on google

[push4bian]

you mean molesto right? ssjjsjsjsjs

well, idk, tell me another player baby, seems like you know about it

[push4bian]

emi martinez????? literally one of the most obnoxious men in football

wait idk what obnoxious means, wait a second and I'll search on google

[push4bian]

tumblr ladies haven't discovered the argentine futbol team bc they're just the kind of man they (we) like

especially emi martinez, like, that man has a british accent, he's two meters tall, he's a gentleman, he GOES TO THERAPY.

he used to send letters to his wife explaining that he didn't talk to her bc he was too shy

[theluckybianca]

DESEO PERDER

Resumen: Spencer va a que le corten el pelo y se queda fascinado con su peluquera.

Advertencias: no tengo la menor idea de como cortar pelo así que seguramente esté descrito para el tuje. Spencer es el más tierno del mundo en este shot. Y vayan a mirar el video de "deseo perder" de Milo J

Genero: fluff

Conteo de palabras: 802 (short n sweet)

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Spencer Reid siempre tuvo algo que decir, siempre tuvo palabras elegantes y rimbombantes que impresionaban a quien sea con quien esté hablando en ese momento; era algo que lo enorgullecía.

Era. Porque ahora, sentado en lo que debe ser la silla más incómoda del mundo mirandote a través del espejo no puede forzarse a sí mismo a formar palabras.

Justo cuando piensa que no puede volverse peor pasas la capa de cortar sobre él y se la acomodas; tus dedos rozan su cuello mientras la atas, el traga en seco y siente cómo sus pulmones se vuelven inútiles.

“Entonces, ¿sabes que te harás, cariño?” Dices mientras masticas una goma de mascar rosa. Spencer piensa que debería sentirse incómodo con eso, quizá hasta asqueado, pero no puede concentrarse en otra cosa que no sean tus labios, están brillantes. Eso es labial, ¿verdad?

Finalmente encuentra la forma de mirar a otro lado que no sea tus resplandecientes labios y te contesta.

“Ah, eh…” Spencer traga saliva y intenta formar una sonrisa. “Solo… uh, solo las puntas, por favor.”

“De acuerdo, ¿cuánto exactamente?” Preguntas, girandote para agarrar un par de tijeras para pelo y un peine.

“Em, quizás los hombros.” Es casi una pregunta, instantáneamente se arrepiente de cuan débil su voz suena.

“Okey.” Sonríes y comienzas a desenredar su cabello, pasando suavemente tus uñas acrílicas por el mismo. “Así que, por… ¿Aquí?” preguntás, apuntando su cabello justo por encima de su hombro.

Spencer asiente, conteniendo la respiración. Tu sueltas un soplido de aire que se acerca a una risa.

“¿Cuál es tu nombre, cariño?”

“S-Spencer.”

“Spencer…” Lo dices como si estuvieras saboreando el nombre en tu boca, mezclandolo con la goma de mascar sabor frambuesa. “Eres un hombre de pocas palabras, ¿no es así, Spencer?” Dices desenredando su cabello con el peine.

Él suelta una risita nerviosa y sacude la cabeza lo más suavemente que puede.

“Sí, lo lamento. No soy muy bueno con las interacciones sociales.” Suelta. Y estuvo a punto de insultarse mentalmente cuando oyó una risa angelical salir de tu boca y algo se removió en su interior y en ese gran cerebro que tiene él.

Casi inmediatamente empieza a reproducir y recordar cada chiste que alguna vez haya escuchado, esperando que ese sonido angelical se repita.

“Si, me doy cuenta.” Dices cortando el primer mechón de pelo. “Sabes, tienes lindas ondas en el cabello, te verías realmente increíble con un corte tipo shag, o algo así.”

“G-Gracias…” Dice, nervioso. No puede creer que acabas de darle un cumplido. Necesita cambiar de tema, rápido, antes de colapsar. “¿S-Sabías que en la época Victoriana la gente solía coleccionar pedazos de pelo de sus seres queridos para convertirlos en joyería?” Dice sin pausa para respirar. “Así que técnicamente, este corte podría valer como un brazalete de la amistad.” Dice, girando un poco su cabeza para ver tu cara.

“Bueno, nada dice “mejores amigos para siempre” más que un collar hecho de puntas abiertas, ¿no?” Te ríes suavemente mientras lo agarras por la barbilla para regresar su cabeza a su posición anterior. “Quédate quieto…” Las tijeras cortan una vez más.

“Ah, sí, lo siento…” dice, sonriendo nerviosamente. Inmediatamente hace lo que le dices, se enfoca tanto en quedarse quieto, tan quieto que, por un momento se olvida de respirar.

“¿Sabes que puedes respirar, verdad?"

“Yo- sí, yo solo,” empieza, moviendo su cabeza un poquitito y…

“Quieto…” Dices, sosteniendo su cabeza para mantenerlo quieto. “Alguna vez has probado otro estilo?”

“Um, si, de hecho solía usar el pelo más corto y lo peinaba con gel.”

“Oh, dios…” Haces una cara de disgusto. “Eso suena como un peinado de el nerd de una película adolescente.”

Spencer hace una mueca y deja salir una pequeña risa. “La verdad que yo era, bueno, soy un nerd.”

“Pero ahora me tienes a mi para prevenir futuros actos de terrorismo contra tu cabello.” Dices y Spencer sonríe. Me tienes a mí. Repitiéndose en su cabeza.

“Sí, supongo.”

Cuándo se quiere dar cuenta ya has terminado, tus dedos de nuevo en su cuello y estás sacando la capa de él.

“¿Y? ¿Qué opinas?” Preguntas, mirándolo a través del espejo. “¿Te gusta?”

“Si, claro, está estupendo.” Pero sus ojos están más ocupados viéndote guardar tus tijeras en un estuche que en su cabello. “¿Cuánto es?”

“Siete, pero espera…” Spencer te mira, curioso. “Prométeme que la próxima te harás ese corte shag.”

Normalmente diría que no, sería cobarde y se arrepentiría para siempre de haber dicho no, y debería hacer eso, lo que hace normalmente. Pero él no puede ser normal cerca tuyo.

“Yo… Claro, lo intentaré, pero solo si tú lo cortas.”

“¡Genial!” chillas.

“Toma, puedes quedarte con el cambio.” Dice dándote diez dólares. “Ten un lindo día.”

“Gracias, tú también, Spencer.”

Ya lo tengo. Piensa.

Tu hiciste linda su semana completa.

[push4bian]

subi i wish to lose en español!!! mi gente latinoo

[bebx]

Reblog if you have contributed to the 17 million fanworks posted on Archive of Our Own ♡

[djarinmuse]

I literally love all of you, but as a Tumblr veteran, Tumblr's main feature is the reblog feature. It is the beating heart of the dashboard and the foundation for a chronological timeline. The For You page here should not be your default setting.

You guys have got to start reblogging stuff you enjoy, especially, specifically gifs and fan art but also fics and fan theories or even hot takes if you're not afraid of a lil discourse. I'm tired of being the first or third reblog for a person's post and then seeing my blog's followers do nothing but hit like, while blogs sit there with no new posts in months or years!

Reblog more stuff please. Thank you, have a good day.

You're not even going to reblog this post are you 🫩

[garfieldsladybird]

just wanna mention for every fandom.

Start reblogging. Reblog.

Why are you not re-blogging? You think the fandom is dead, that no one’s interacting anymore, no one’s doing anything, no one’s writing, no one’s posting. ‘Everyone was so hyperfixed on that character, Where is the writing?’

People are writing. People aren’t reblogging. People aren’t giving some good feedback to motivate the writers that are putting their hard work, time, effort into making this piece that you were reading.

‘oh, it’s just too much work. You don’t wanna click that button and then click a few tags.’ Then you’re gonna have to suffer and not see a lot of writing from a lot of people because the only way this fucking app works is if you reblog.

I see so many pieces of work with 59 likes and 1 blog, I just saw one that had 690 likes and it had 9 reblogs. Even 1,000 likes and only 59 reblogs too. It’s devastating to see for the community of Tumblr. And I’ve been here for like five years, the way this app works is if you re-blog.

There’s so many people that are writing. There’s so many amazing things that I see and I try my best to reblog every single one that I read. That’s what I love doing because sharing someone’s piece of work is just beautiful because it allows me to show it to more people.

I reblog. And the beauty of it is;

I get notifications that this person liked it and this person liked it, and then that post continues to get more views, more likes and reblogs. All just because one person, reblogged it.

so please, if you are a part of Tumblr and you love reading your favorite writers fics, or love reading about your favorite character, please do your job and reblog it.

And if you don’t like re-blogging because you don’t want to do that on your account, then you can make another account and put all of the things that you read on that account. You can do separate things, like fic recs.

You can figure it the fuck out if you want people to actually be writing for a character you love. The writers are writing, you ain’t helping them share their work.

Reblog. It ain’t hard.

[whisperedmeg]

a very happy international women’s day to the badass women of the BAU 👊

[push4bian]

I WISH TO LOSE

Pairing: smitten!spencer reid x reader

Summary: Spencer goes to get his hair trimmed and is captivated by his hairdresser

Warnings: reader wears gloss and acrilic nails, idk how to cut hair so it's probably wrongly written, I DON'T SPEAK ENGLISH, so I probably make mistakes

Gender: fluffity fluff

Author's note: i fucking love spencer reid so much like, he's the cutest. go to listen to deseo perder by milo j now

Word count: 781

Spencer Reid always had something to say, always had elegant and flamboyant words to impress whoever he was talking to; it was one of the things that made him feel proud of himself.

Was. Because right now, sitting on what must be the most uncomfortable chair in the world, watching you through the mirror, he couldn't force himself to form words, and when he thought it couldn't get worse, you passed the cutting cape over him and placed it on him; your fingers brushed against his neck as you tied it, and he felt his lungs become useless.

“So, what will you do today, sweetheart?” You say while chewing pink gum. Spencer thinks he should feel uncomfortable with that, maybe even disgusted, but he can't concentrate on anything other than your lips; they're shiny. That's lipstick, right?

He finally finds a way to look away from your mouth and answer you.

“Oh, um…” Spencer swallowed and tried to respond with a smile. “Just... uh, just cut a little, please.”

“Sure, like... how far?” You say, turning to grab a pair of hair scissors and a comb.

“Uh, the shoulders maybe?” He says, instantly regretting how shrill his voice sounds.

“Okay.” You smile and begin to untangle his hair, gently running your acrylic nails through it. “So here?” you ask, pointing to his hair just above his shoulder. 

Spencer nods, breathless. You let out a breath that resembles laughter.

“What's your name, sweetheart?

“Spencer…”

“Spencer…” You say it as if you were tasting the name in your mouth, mixing it with the raspberry bubble gum. “You're a man of few words, aren't ya, Spencer?” You say while untangle his hair with the comb. 

Spencer lets out a nervous giggle and shakes his head.

“Yeah, I'm sorry; I'm not very good at social interaction.” He awkwardly let go, and he was about to mentally curse himself when he heard a small, angelic laugh come from you, and something stirred inside him, and in that enormous brain of his. He starts replaying and remembering every joke he's ever heard, hoping that heavenly sound will repeat.

“Well, I can see that.” You say while cutting the first strand of hair. “You know, you have really nice waves, you'd look amazing with a messy shag kinda cut.”

“Did you know that in Victorian times, people used to collect locks of hair from loved ones and weave them into jewelry? So technically, this haircut could double as… a Victorian friendship bracelet.” He says while moving his head to look at you.

“Well, nothing says ‘true friendship’ like a necklace made of split ends, right?” You laugh softly while you grab him by the chin and return his head to its previous position. “Stay still.” The scissors glide again.

“Oh yes, I'm sorry…” he says, smiling nervously. He provides to stand as still as possible that, for a moment, he even forgets to breathe.

“You know you can breathe, right?”

“I- yes I just," he begins by moving his head slightly.

“Still…” You say, holding his head still to keep him quiet. “Have you ever tried a different hairstyle?”

“Um, yes, I used to have short hair, I usually used to style it with gel.”

"Oh, God..." You look disgusted. "That sounds like a nerd hairstyle from a teen movie." 

Spencer grimaces and lets out a little laugh. 

"Well, I was a nerd, I actually still am." 

"But hey, now you have me to prevent any future acts of terrorism against your hair." You say, and Spencer smiles.

“Yeah, I guess so.”

And when he notices it, you are done with his hair and taking the cape off of him. 

“So? What do you think?” You say, looking at him through the mirror. “Do you like it?” You brush his hair with your fingers.

“Yes, I really like it, thank you so much. How much is it?”

“Seven, but before you go, I need you to promise me something.” Spencer nods.

“Promise me that the next time you come, you are going to try that shag look.”

He should say no, he should chicken out and go and tell forever the story of how much he regrets that he didn't ask you on a date, and he should just do what he would normally do and run, but he can't.

“I… Sure, I will give it a chance, but only if you cut it.”

“Great!” you squeal.

“Here, you can keep the change.” He says, handing you ten dollars.

“Thanks.”

“You're welcome, have a nice day.”

“Have a nice day, Spencer.”

I already have it. He thinks. You made his week better without even noticed.

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one hundred notes! omgg, thank you all so much for reading, liking, and reblogging!

i love you all!!!