#diversestimulation

[nicknamedrook]

It’s coming down, down, I’m coming down. 

(ft. @hellbentwidow, @tyranted, @diversestimulation, & @serenitysought) [insp.]

Personals do not reblog, mutuals may reblog. 

[indeliblymarred]

this is fine 🙃

[olivierperrier]

{ @diversestimulation​ walked in on a cat... }

olivier was sopping up a puddle of coffe and broken glass with a very smug looking orange cat next to him when the bell jingled at the door.

     “welcome, ah, p...p...p-please watch your step -              MIEL here g..g-got carried away with re..re...                       with re-reorganizing.”

he shoots a scowl at the cat. she looks nonplussed.

[yoakkemae-moved]

@diversestimulation asked: *FLINGS A STRESS BALL AT HIS FACE BECAUSE HE IS STRESSFUL*

spencer blinks as it bounces off of his upper cheek. he catches the stress ball on the way down, distracted from his papers. ‘ what ? ’

[legvciiestm]

@diversestimulation​ found the songbird; 

                     This was the last place she had ever seen herself ending up. Sure, she understood that with her and her family’s proclivities, it was something that very well could have happened, but  she had not expected it to be so soon. Thankfully, it was simply her in the interrogation room, not her whole family. No, her beloved parents were getting everything prepared to take the next flight out of the United States and back to their cherished home in Buenos Aires. As soon as they let her go, they would all be gone - not to come back for quite some time. Ariel Lecter sat in the rather uncomfortable chair, arms resting on the cold metallic table beneath them. As the door opened, she looked up to see the FBI agent Reid. Though most girls her age would be fearful, such was not the case for her. Very little scared her anymore, and this certainly did not make the cut. A brow raised in a questioning manner as she leaned forward. 

                                    “Care to tell me why I’m here, Agent?” 

[deloresisout]

@diversestimulation​   said   :   Shariah ( @pcplarstreet​ ) Sal, Travis ( @chxoticmuses ) Fuck/Marry/Get Drunk With || Accepting!

       THIS QUESTION HAS BROUGHT HER IMMENSE STRESS. So let’s have her at the ripe age of - 30-something when her judgment is pretty good.       “I would have a drink with SHARIAH.” He’s married - she’s never going to let him forget that he’s married and she feels that - despite his declarations of love - he could have her in his palm like a puppet in the long term. There is also a little voice in her mind says, he’s not leaving his wife. Loving him is pointless - sleeping with him would just bring on self-hatred and loneliness.      “I would sleep with SAL.” She loves that stupid man - really, truly does. But he never listens to her, as if wanting to protect his masculine pride. She’s feeling alone when she’s with him. And ever since Bianca was briefly abducted? Yes, divorce has been heavy on her mind.

     “I suppose that leaves me with TRAVIS.” He’s a taxi driver - he is not on Shariah or Sal’s financial status - but you know what? Shariah and Salvatore are quite similar in their behavior and maybe she just doesn’t need to be around men like that any longer. Travis has issues - Travis would likely cause her to sit in silence, wondering what to say and do when he’s at his worst. But he isn’t married and probably won’t be endangering her children.

[eruptiions]

@diversestimulation​ S A I D  :  “ 🐰 a goofy text. ( Emily ! )  ”

;; msg; boy genius →      SENT; what do you know about black cats      SENT; i think sergio is trying to kill me in my sleep      SENT; i need to know if i’m crazy or not SOS

[doctordonovan-a]

lord huron sentence starters → for reid from @diversestimulation​

“they say love is like ghosts.”

IT’S A RARE THING  for  their  paths   -   their  travels   -   to  overlap.    spencer  with  his  constant  cases,    the  constant  horror  of  a  vindictive  world   &&   maeve  with  her  need  to  simply  keep  moving:   lecturing  at  university  after  university,    never  staying  still  enough  to  do  more  than  post  a  couple  of  letters.    time  is  rarely  kind,    but  her  scars  have  been  healing,    hair  carefully styled  to  hide  the  damage  left  to  pale  skin  as  the  stubborn  breeze  attempts  to  move  her  fringe  aside.    ❝  I’d  like  to  think  all  love  leaves  echoes,   ghosts,   across  the  world.  ❞    warmth  radiates  from  more  than  her  mug,    peach  lips  curving  into  a  genuine  smile:    she’s  missed  him.     but  he  surely  knows  that,   green  eyes  vibrant  as  she  takes  her  time  sipping  the  still  boiling  coffee  and  watching  those  passing  by  on  the  street.

the  fact  she  barely  jumps  at  the  sudden  crashing  of  a  mug  at  a  nearby  table  is  progress,   sad  progress  but  positive  all  the  same.    ❝  are  you  going  to  have  to  rush  off  and  leave  me  with  only  a  ghost  in  your  seat?    as  much  as  I  do  love  our  letters,   seeing  you  without  there  being  a  tragedy  is  much  preferable.  ❞