“There’s a Japanese phrase that I like: koi no yokan. It doesn’t mean love at first sight. It’s closer to love at second sight. It’s the feeling when you meet someone that you’re going to fall in love with them. Maybe you don’t love them right away, but it’s inevitable that you will.”
— Nicola Yoon, The Sun Is Also a Star
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Can we talk about the Olympic sharpshooter that just won with one hand in her pocket and a Witcher medallion on her belt? Because I love her.
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I'm too ✨insecure✨ to write rn so I bring to you:
JJ, the mother of the BAU, taking care of her grown children.
Having a bag of Rice Krispies/candies in her purse so that when they get stuck somewhere she doesn't have to listen to the team devolve into whiney toddlers
Taking various team members food because they will not take the time to drink water/eat without prompting
She knows, by heart, Reid, Hotch, and Emily’s credit card PINS (it doesn't matter why but it feels like a mom thing to know)
Sick members always get taken back home/to the hotel by her. She just has that power. No one has been able to fight her hand on hip “now”. (no one— not Hotch even though he’s a foot taller and not even Morgan who could easily move her)
If she gives you something to eat/drink, you just do it. Doesn’t matter if it’s the nasty cherry cough syrup. You just listen
JJ gives the best hugs. Hands down. She’s so gentle and calm, it’s hard to be anything warm and loved in her arms
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PLEASE SOMWONE SOMEWHERE TELL MY YOU LIKE IZZY ROGERS BECAUSE— skwnehkehe NO ONE LIKES HER N SHES SO HOT N COOL
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A boy of honey and tea,
soft like glass and hard like sand,
full of warm hugs and cold nights,
happy smiles and hurt eyes,
how he lives,
with everything he can give and no regard to what may get broken as he destroys himself to hold in his demons.
The boy of honey and tea,
shadows and secrets,
slowly fades.
This boy of honey and tea,
slowly loses,
those happy smiles get rarer and rarer before fading completely,
warm hugs become a thing of the past,
relics of an age long gone,
filled with love and laughter.
Poor boy of honey and tea,
forever destroyed by his own walls.
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