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Solar Eclipse Shadows

These solar eclipse shadows form due to the distance between the sun and the leaves on the trees. The distance and the proximity of the leaves to one another cause for a "lensing" type effect, making the eclipse shadow clearer to the human eye.

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Prompt: last song you saved to Liked Songs that isn't the Mountain Goats and make it about the ladies/a lady.

Ended up hitting shuffle on the liked songs because the top five non-mountain goats were already attached to either my or your fic lmao BUT:

(With sincere apologies to Teyla)

She’s had years of diplomatic experience, working all around the world, and still, none of it had prepared Elizabeth for meeting Teyla.

She’s alien, yet somehow immensely familiar, her mannerisms and her culture shaped by horrors the likes of which Elizabeth can scarcely imagine. She recalls visiting war-torn lands, seeing the little sparks of humanity as people tried to eke out an existence among the ashes. For Teyla, for the Athosians, this is simply life as they know it.

Elizabeth visits Teyla in her room, a little while after she’s settled into the city, and she’s struck by the way Teyla has already made the space her own, with her people’s decor draped across the Ancient architecture.

The Ancients, the city, were what Elizabeth had expected, coming here: it was something of a shock to learn the first civilization they encountered were trading nomads who lived in small huts. She remembers a accompanying a diplomatic excursion to a tribe deep in the jungle, one of her first assignments with the UN, remembers how the ambassador she was interpreting for had called the people “savages” because of how they lived.

“This reminds me of a weaving style from a small group of people on Earth,” Elizabeth says, taking hold of a blanket that Teyla’s draped over the bed. “Interesting that it might’ve developed independently in two separate cultures.���

Teyla smiles—the real one, the warm one, because they’ve talked enough that Teyla understands Elizabeth’s interest, and she responds to it in kind.

“It was a gift from one of our trading partners,” she explains, crossing the room to run a hand over the cloth. Elizabeth breathes in the scent of her, spicy like incense layered over the bracing aroma of homemade soap. “Intended for queens.” Teyla smiles sheepishly. “Though I am not one, they, well…insisted.”

Teyla may not be a queen in her own people’s words, but Elizabeth has met more than one, and she knows what she sees when she looks at her.

Before Elizabeth leaves the room, Teyla pulls her in, touches their foreheads together so they’re breathing each other’s air for a long, warm moment. Elizabeth feels Teyla’s hands firm on her shoulders and thinks to herself, even if I could, I don’t think I’ll go back.

#Teylabeth #fic #Wife Content™️ #me: lol this would work #also me: takes it seriously #I am Teylabeth-curious but I don’t have a handle on the dynamic tbh

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Prentiss/Rossi, start of an episodecentric series.

On the eve of potentially ending the Galen case, Emily joins Dave in his room.

#LMAO THIS IMAGE #screaming #seriously this is so good though go read it #my wife’s fic!!!!!!!!!!!!! #obsessed with them tbh

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No in between. Reblog if you vote pleas

#cool in the perfect way #light jacket

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In my soul and spirit I'm rejoicing with the 911 kiddos for their good fortune, but the true vector for spreading fannish enthusiasm on Tumblr is the gifset, and all the 911 gifsets seem to be of 2-3 absolutely identical dudes, so it's all very confusing. I don't know which one Buck is, but I guess he's going on dates with a guy who isn't the other main guy? I actually thought there were gays already, but what I'm learning is that those are the gays from a different show which is also 911, a show I was not even aware had a cinematic universe. Anyway I believe in my heart that all of this would feel less confusing to me if it were happening on a space ship, but people who watch procedurals deserve happiness and I'm not afraid to say it. God bless you and your 2-5 sturdy, indistinguishable white men.

#oh thank god I thought it was just me and my issues differentiating white men

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song prompt!!!!!! Idk I just like this one.

Guess what time it is! On my neck time!

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Emily carries the dishes to the kitchen, her heels pinching slightly. It seems almost rude to say she hates funerals - but she does, especially ones where she feels as helpless as she does right now.

Dave has a lot of family - he's been surrounded in a quiet/loud swarm of humanity since she arrived with the rest of the BAU, and aside from the cursitory hug and I'm so sorry, they'd not said a word to each other.

He's saving face all day, a smile here and there that she recognises as being five steps from cracking into sobs; the ultimate host, the ultimate showman except when he's not. She doesn't want that for him today, any more than she wants to see people mourning Krystall - she wants to grab him, tell him to cry, to mourn openly like she spies him doing in the darkness of his office recently.

It feels disrespectful to think like this, and she begins washing the dishes, her nail polish a dark burgandy that seemed fitting when she was preparing herself over a glass of matching red last night. Who even looks at her nails at a time like this? and she moves to the dishwasher to begin loading it the same time she hears his voice.

"You don't have to," and she almost drops a plate - shattering, she imagines it, into a million pieces like a cliche reflection of what she's sure he feels inside - and he chuckles, wanly. "I have staff to do this stuff, and the caterers."

"I just wanted to - it just was getting - I just -" the bluster goes out of her and she puts the plate back in the sink, her arms falling to her sides of her neat, black dress. "I don't know how else to help you."

It's out before she can stop it, and she feels like an idiot as it hangs in the air. His face distorts, slightly, and she notices with a start that he's crying.

"Dave - David -"

His suit coat is clammy, and she knows he's worked himself up into a sweat more than once that day, but she puts her arms around him, his face buried in her chest as he begins to heave. They stand there, for minutes, hours, who knows; Emily muttering soothing sounds she knows are ridiculous, his solid form so familiar to her body. She hopes she's helping, giving him a reprieve; finally he takes a step back and wipes his face.

"I'm sorry, I just…" he waves his hand outside. "Krystall was always better at being a host than me."

"You never need to apologise to me, you know that," and she bends her head slightly to bring his eyes to meet hers. "I'm always here."

He grimaces, wipes his eyes again and then smiles again, this time with something like relief. "I'll be okay."

It's all she's going to get, so she smiles softly back and takes his hand.

"I know," and they stand in silence, Krystall filling the room between them.

#OHHHHHHHH THEM 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #I love this I love them I’m also obsessed tbh #I love the way they fit together and what they mean to each other!!!!!! my heart #my wife’s fic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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learning that apparently several hundred people have been pronouncing 'miette' as 'mighty' has actively worsened my day

#MIGHTY?!

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ojou-sama that married into a commoner family but kept her pride

#lol I love this #q

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In case you haven’t noticed, I'm weird. I’m a weirdo. I don't fit in. And I don't want to fit in. Have you ever seen me without this stupid hat on? That's weird.

#my wife’s husband Mike Nesmith

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#wow #q

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I always thought Buffy switched networks after season 5 because WB didn't want it anymore, but turns out it was because WB wouldn't go higher than a $40 million budget and UPN swooped in and offered them $50 million, so now I'm picturing this

UPN: Welcome to our network! What are you going to do with the extra $10 million? Marti Noxon: I'm gonna make Buffy and Spike fuck a house down

#and she was right for that #buffy #q

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Stargate Atlantis 2x16 - “The Long Goodbye”

“…although I will confess to the occasional half hour of Jeopardy.”

#John’s such a nerd

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Two scientists in Prague

#🥰

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Evil het. You can do it.

Evil het my beloved! (criminal minds, Spencer Reid/Cat Adams)

Cat knows not to trust men: it’s the first thing she knows, the most important thing she knows, sometimes the only thing she knows.

She’s fashioned herself into a weapon in service of that ideal, shed everything unnecessary to be the best, most lethal that she can be.

Cat knows not to trust men, especially when those men are FBI agents hunting her down, but when she sees Spencer something takes over. It’s a terrible sensation, like creepy-crawlies down her spine, heat flushing through her like—like love. She’s ready to follow him down the rabbit hole, to drag him down there with her, anything to keep him close.

And then he tricks her, proves every rule she’s set for herself is right, but Cat can’t stop thinking about him. She’s alone for days, weeks, months, in a windowless box and the only thing anchoring her, the only thing keeping her from breaking completely, is thoughts of Spencer.

She imagines forcing him to his knees, imagines how his skin would feel under her hands, how his pulse would race, how he wouldn’t be able to help the way his body reacted to her—they never can, after all, she knows that. She imagines taking him apart, making him hurt, but as the days-weeks-months go by she imagines worse, imagines him curled up warm against her as she shivers alone on the cot, thin scratchy blanket pulled over her head as she tries to fall asleep.

Then, one day, after she dreams of drowning and Spencer breathing air into her lungs, she wakes up and she knows, knows exactly how she’ll see him again.

Cat crosses her arms behind her head, looks up at the ceiling, and smiles.

#fic #criminal minds #cat adams #spencer reid #cat adams/spencer reid #I JUST THINK THEYRE NEAT OK

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Any setting where the elves have weaker booze than the dwarves isn't committing to the bit

#Elf Fentanyl got me #q

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leitmotifs never get old to me like holy shit dude there’s this melody that corresponds to this one guy and if you hear the melody it means the guy is there. holy shit. and sometimes it refers to ideas too not just guys. has anyone heard about this

#big if true

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in Disco Elysium I was expecting there to be some kind of “addiction mechanic” that would add a long-term downside to taking drugs, and was surprised not only by the absence of any such mechanic but also that the benefits of drugs greatly outweighed the cost. anyways fast forward to the late game and I was downing three bottles of pyrholidon and smoking an entire pack of cigarettes before attempting any check, and it was only then I realized there was in fact an addiction mechanic

#disco elysium #god yeah #good fucking game design #q