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Solving crimes and crushes
Fem!reader x spencer reid
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Summary: You're filling in for an agent at the BAU, but are surprised to find you like one of the team members a little too much.
It was early morning when you got a call from your old friend Aaron. You hadn't spoken to him in a while, so you almost instantly pick up.
"Hey Aaron is everything alright? you don't normally call out of nowhere.” you say, a little more excited than you should've.
"Yeah Y/n everything is fine except one of our teammates got injured in the field and is currently in the Hospital. I was wondering if you could fill in for her? That is, if you’re not too busy.” He says in a timid voice.
“I would love to fill in, how is your teammate? Is she alright?” you respond.
“She’s in stable condition as of now. Her name is Agent Jareau. You were also wondering if you could come in today. You already knew where the office is.” he replies.
“Of course, I'm on my way.”you say before hanging up and almost running to grab your keys.
In the car you're starting to get nervous. Are they gonna like you? Well, they don’t even know you, and you're filling in for their hurt friend. You wouldn't exactly be chipper to meet you if you were them.
Arriving at the office, you're met with an elevator with a lot of floors.
“Shit”, you mumble under your breath. You pull out my phone and send a quick text to Aaron saying,
“Which floor is it again? So confused.”
he responds saying, “6th.”
You press the button and hope that you make a good impression.
You walk in and meet a very nice woman with colorful clothes you learn whose name is Penelope Garcia. She walks you to Aarons office but she calls him Hotch. You guess now you would have to as well.
“Y/n!” Aaron said brightly “It's great to see you, I see you’ve already met Penelope” he added gesturing to Penelope who was peeking through the doorway.
“It's great to see you too Hotch, thank you for this opportunity!” you say with as much pep as you can muster.
“Let me call a briefing,” he said with a stern tone.
“Sure, just let me put my things away.” you say having no idea where to put them.
“I'll show you where you can” Penelope squeaks from the doorway.
“That would be great thanks!”
After putting my things down and chatting with Penelope, she leads me to the briefing room. You walk in and are instantly met with eyes all over you.
Hotch begins, “Team, this is Y/n L/n and she is filling in for JJ.”
“Hi everyone” you say with a meek voice.
“These are agents Derek Morgan, Emily Prentiss, and Dr. Spencer reid.” Hotch continues as you shake everyone's hands, everyone except for the Doctor. Everybody sort of stares at you and snickers as you look like an idiot holding your hand out in front of him.
“He doesn't shake hands,” Hotch says.
“Oh I'm sorry,” you say quickly.
“No worries,” Spencer says.
You take my seat wondering about the Doctor but, you don’t have much time to think as the briefing starts. Penelope starts with the briefing and you're listening intently.
After Penelope is finished, Emily says, “I get he's lighting them on fire but, how are the flames green in the picture, is it a glitch”?
you hear Spencer start to explain but you quickly say back,
“You can make green fire by mixing together borax or boric acid with methanol to make green flames, and its copper compounds that make flames green, sodium compounds that make them yellow, and calcium compounds that make them orange. Or this guy could have sprinkled some chemicals onto the fire to make it green.”
Everybody looks at you like you're insane. You fucked up didnt you? Spencer especially looks at me intensely.
“What?” you say confused.
“Thanks,” Prentiss says, sounding surprised.
After the briefing is done and my embarrassing moment is hopefully a far away memory, you go to collect you're things when Hotch says “Wheels up in 30.”
You Walk over to my desk you were recently given to pick up your things, when somebody approaches.
“How’d you know all that stuff?” Spencer asks, taking you by surprise.
“Oh uh about the fire? I read about it a while ago.”
He smiles subtly and responds with a soft, “Me too.”
After you take your seat on the plane, you feel like you screwed up your first day, that you haven’t even finished.
Someone sits down next to you to your shock and a little discomfort. It’s Spencer, which makes me extra shocked.
“Do you mind if I sit here?” He asks softly while avoiding eye contact.
You can’t help but hear Morgan and Prentiss stifle their giggles.
“Yeah of course.” you reply sweetly.
There's a few minutes of horrible silence before it's broken by Morgan saying,
“So what do we know about our unsub?”
“What we do know is he killed 3 people by burning them to death.” Prentiss says.
“We also know he killed only men, in their twenties, and they all went to the same University, North Carolina state ” you add reluctantly.
“And that’s where we’re going.” Hotch adds while coming to take a seat closer to everyone.
“This guy didn’t want to be seen, he only killed at night and was probably covered in a hoodie or dark clothing. He waited until these kids were out drinking and followed them out. When he cornered them, he would pour a methanol and boric acid mixture on them and set them on fire with matches.” Spencer states.
The rest of the plane ride went smoothly, other than the little looks you and Spencer kept sharing. Why did he keep glancing at you? And why did you keep glancing at him?
We arrive at the college and split up into groups. Of course you and Spencer are in a group together. We begin interviewing the students, everyone seemed shaken up. Poor kids. You finish at the college and follow some leads. All of them lead to dead ends except for one. A girl you had met in the science room, as you talked to her, you couldn't help but notice her journal, which was covered in drawings of flames, but they were all different colors. She even wrote out the instructions to make each flame.
You glance up at Spencer, who returns your look of worry.
“What are those drawings about?” you ask her politely.
“Oh. These are just for a science project.” She says a little impudently while closing her book and placing it into her bag.
“Thanks for the information.” Spencer says before walking off. You follow closely behind.
“Hi, is there anything else you need?” The teacher asks.
“Yea. Have you been working on anything to do with flames, or different compounds for different colored flames?” Spencer says quietly.
“Flames. flames… Nope, Sorry nothing to do with flames.” She replies.
You walk off feeling more and more suspicious of the girl with the book. After heading back to the station you look further into this girl's life. Her name is Mikalya Sterman, and from what you can tell she’s your criminal.
Suddenly Hotch rushes in while saying, “There’s been another victim, same college, same gender, and age. We have to go now.”
Rushing to the car, you somehow are sitting with Spencer. You are solving a crime yet you still can’t get the adorable Doctor out of your head.
“How are you feeling about this case?” you ask desperately to break the silence.
“I think it's the girl we met, I mean, the drawings, the behavior, everything. She has to be our criminal.” He utters.
“Yea, I mean why else would she lie about those drawings. Also, I like your tie.” you say and immediately want to jump out of the car.
The car stops and Hotch and Prentiss get out of the driver's seat and you quickly follow. You try to run away from Spencer by speed walking to the scene and hiding your face. It doesn’t work.
“Thanks, I typically wear ties that match the rest of what I’m wearing like- this. So uh thanks.” He says holding out his sweater.
“Cute.” you add with a smile.
“Lovebirds, time to solve a crime!” Morgan states from the scene while Prentiss is laughing her ass
off.
Hotch rolls his eyes. Spencer and you quickly walk to the scene.
While examining the body you find a pendant hanging across the victim's neck.
“This belonged to Mikalya. I remember seeing her wear it while we were talking.” you tell everyone.
“Yea she was definitely wearing it.” Spencer adds on.
“Well what does this mean?” Prentiss asks.
“It means we need to find our killer.” Hotch states.
He sends you out in groups except, this time you're with Prentiss, not Spencer.
“Soooo- Spencer.” She says coyly.
“Spencer’s sweet.” you mutter back.
“Mhmmm” she insists “and what else?”
“Okay okay, he’s super cute and sweet and smart and nice, and sweet, an-.” you sputter before she cuts you off with, “Ok ok ok ok! I get it, he’s amazing. Sooo- what are we gonna do about this?”
“Nothing! Jesus, actually- nevermind! I don’t know!” you spit.
“We are looking for a murderer and you’re thinking about my kind-of-crush!” you whisper-yell at her.
“Oh please, they already caught the killer.” She says pointing to where they had, in fact, already arrested the killer.
“B-but! How? I was- WE were right here.” you say.
“Yes but your kind-of-crush was so distracting, you couldn’t even solve a crime!” she laughs.
“Oh my god. What have I become? Emily, help me.” you say sarcastically.
“I’m gonna ask everybody to go for drinks- wait- how about, you ask everybody to go for drinks, I’ll tell everybody else but Spencer to decline! I’m a genius.”
She says slyly before you add “No- yes- wait-okay, fine I’m on board.”
“YES!” she shouts a little too loud for comfort as we both walk back to the cars.
Driving back you weren't in the same car as Spencer despite Emily’s suspicious efforts to change that.
We get back on the plane and Spencer sits down next to you again.
“It’s still okay if I sit with you right?” He mutters.
“Of course Spencer, you don’t need to ask.” you reply with a reassuring tone.
He smiles shyly at your comment and you swear you see him blush.
Back at the BAU everybody gathers and you ask, “Hey does anybody want to go get some food or drinks?”
Emily winks at you and she's the first to say, “Sorry, I'm so tired. Maybe another time?”
Everyone else goes along with their excuses until Spencers the last one to speak.
“Sure! I'm starving.” He says while putting on his jacket and walking toward you.
“Great.” you say smiling. We both walk out, and you swear you can hear Emily and Derek chortling from the elevator.
P.s please give me tips!
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✨The Mystery Behind Mona Lisa✨
Leonardo da Vinci. Mona Lisa. Two names that are synonymous with art, history, and mystery. The Mona Lisa is undoubtedly one of the most famous paintings in the world, with millions of people flocking to see it every year at the Louvre Museum in Paris, France.
But what makes this painting so special? Is it the enigmatic smile? The layers of hidden symbolism? The expert use of color and light?
Perhaps it is all of these things and more. For centuries, the Mona Lisa has captured the imaginations of artists, historians, and casual observers alike. The painting, created in the early 16th century, depicts a seated woman with her hands folded in her lap and a serene expression on her face. And yet, despite its seemingly straightforward subject matter, the painting has inspired countless interpretations and analyses over the years.
One of the most enduring mysteries of the Mona Lisa is the identity of the woman herself. Most historians believe that the painting is a portrait of Lisa Gherardini, the wife of Florentine merchant Francesco del Giocondo. However, some theories suggest that the woman in the painting could have been Leonardo's longtime apprentice and alleged lover, Gian Giacomo Caprotti, or even a self-portrait of the artist himself.
Another source of intrigue surrounding the Mona Lisa is the meaning behind the painting's many symbols and motifs. From the winding road in the background to the veil draped over the woman's hair, every detail in the painting has been scrutinized and dissected by scholars hoping to uncover the painting's secrets.
Despite the many questions surrounding the Mona Lisa and its creator, one thing is certain: the painting remains a timeless masterpiece that continues to captivate audiences around the world. Whether you are a casual observer or a serious art aficionado, a visit to the Louvre to see the Mona Lisa up close is an experience that is not to be missed.
-@japethripdos.
#Firstblog #Emtech #japethpogi
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Poverty, the state of one who lacks a usual or socially acceptable amount of money or material possessions. Poverty is said to exist when people lack the means to satisfy their basic needs. In this context, the identification of poor people first requires a determination of what constitutes basic needs. We can prevent the poverty by supporting employment and workers, improving education access and quality, promoting inclusive rural development, strengthening social protection mechanisms, and addressing inequality of opportunity.
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THE FAVORITE HEALTHIEST FOOD
"PINAKBET"
Not all people like the idea of eating vegetables. Others simply don’t like it, especially kids nowadays. But I must say that vegetables are kind of food that we need to eat. Many studies showed that vegetables are rich in nutrients. Aside from being affordable, it is also a good source of vitamins.
One of the most Filipino popular vegetable dish is pinakbet also known before as “pinakebbet” which means “shrunk” or “shriveled”.
Pinakbet is an Ilocano dish from the northern region of the Philippines. It is a dish that is a mix of different kinds of vegetables. The usual ingredients of pinakbet are bitter melon, eggplant, tomato, ginger, okra, lima beans, chili peppers, parda, winged beans, squash, pork and bagoong isda or bagoong alamang.
This popular Ilocano dish had a great influence to Filipinos. Aside from the fact that it is one of our authentic food, this dish represents the quality of being plain of Filipinos.
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Callout post discussing jazz
Hey there, Tumblr community,
Today, I wanted to open up about something that's been on my mind lately. It's not about nitpicking or judgment, but rather about the messages we send through our usernames and how they can impact others.
You see, I came across a user with the username That60sjazzsong and it led me to think about the way he has "TotallyLegitimateRoadCrewWorker." in his bio for his discord.
But here's the twist – I learned that the user behind "TotallyLegitimateRoadCrewWorker" actually goes by "Glottis_Enjoyer." On discord, and that's when it hit me. This person LIED, they have lied about their discord username and its so selfish to keep lying about the big things in life.
I hope he gets Carpal tunnel syndrome.
So here's my plea: Changed your discord username to actually be correct. and stop lying!!!
anyways. Have a nice day except for you jazz!!!
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Let’s start this journey
Forgot that this account ever existed. I used to post blogs on Tumblr when I was in my teen years. Funny how time goes by so fast. I’m 28 now and still finding myself. Let this be a safe space for you and me. I hope life’s treating all of you well. Let’s try to survive this month, I guess? Take care, love.
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July 30, 2022
dear moon,
I don’t have words to describe what’s been going on in my life lately. In just 15 days a lot has changed. I feel like I have grown up a lot and also, I am turning 18 this august. This dark, dark realization of growing old. I have started smoking regularly and at times I even dislike it but it gives me peace. It makes me feel like the world has stopped and it is just me and this cigarette against all the chaos; voices in my head stop when I smoke and when the buzz fades it is all same again. That is why I hate it too but now I can’t help it too. I also drank vodka last week and after two pegs I was on the verge to cry. I do not know the reason, maybe it was because the demon had stopped speaking and it was just my heavy heart beating rhythmically. I did not cry because I was sad but because I was at peace and did not feel anything.
For the last few months, I had been talking to so many girls on ig. They seem to like me a lil but when I asked them out, they said, “ Yes, we can meet, but let’s not call it a date; there was no certainty. But then there is this girl, oh jeez, she is literally a goddess and has no flaws. I have been following her for a year. When I first followed her, since then I wanted to meet her. I used to take screenshots of her snaps, I would stalk her account to see her OOTDs and I had never imagined that I would get to go on a date with her. Can you believe how HUGE this is for me, like a dream come true? In moments like these, I like to think, that the universe is with me and it does want me to win. However, the next moment, it shatters my whole idea of winning. The next day after the date, my father messaged me, “I am not coming home ever and I am switching my phone off”. When I got this message I was working at paudha and I didn’t seem to care but when my mom called and enquired about him I kind of felt something is wrong.
Let’s name this girl Helen because she actually is a goddess, Goddess of things I can never possess. Also, first, let me tell you something about her. She is from Bihar, resides in Delhi NCR, and both of her parents are working, she comes from a well-to-do family and has a 15-year-old brother. She dances and sings (not just a hobby), is brilliant at studies, goes to the gym, gotten offer letters from many respected universities, and will move to the US for post-grad. She has been to many countries and experienced all the adventures. She’s literally a 10.
I have been talking to her for like a month and nobody has made me feel like she does. She genuinely seems to care about my day-to-day life and she gives back the same energy. She tells me every detail of her day and how badly she wanted to talk to me. We flirt, crack jokes, and tell each other stuff about families and ourselves. Although, I have not told her so much about myself yet. One day when I was at Ashu’s place (the day I got drunk for the first time) I called her and as usual, she told me about her day and how she’s close to her brother, he checked my IG profile then he went on like he writes such dark poetries meanwhile I was just listening to her. For a moment we ran out of topics so she asked me about my family and I got all blank, I did not know what to say. I told her I get uncomfortable whenever it comes to my family because of some traumatic past; then she was like yeah but yk sometimes I feel Idk who am I talking to and then we went on talking about something else.
The next day, I gave thought to what she said yesterday so I decided to tell her a lil about my family and I texted her about how my brother tried to kill my father and the result that my father tried to kill himself. Her reaction to this was all sorry and she asked when did that happen and she also said even if we date or do not I want you to know that I am always here for you. I felt as if some burden has gotten out of my shoulders because she did not judge me for this. These days, the best part of my day is talking to her, I start smiling when I see her text. I feel I can show her my scars and she’s gonna let me pretend I have none. She sometimes says things like “please don’t break my heart”, “promise me you won’t gonna fuck me up” to which I reply “I am no harm to you and you have the all supreme power to do anything to me. You are the actual main character and we are living in your world.” She finds me sweet and I think of her as a goddess.
On Monday, when I was heading off for my evening practice her message came.
“Are you free tomorrow?”
I replied, “I have cricket practice.”
then she said when do you get free?
I told her my practice schedule and she was like I only have time on Tuesday. She wanted to say please make it on Tuesday or else idk when we will meet but she did not say that directly as she did not want to sound selfish because I’ll have to miss my practice because of her. I understood the significance of the situation and I told her to meet tomorrow and that it is not a big deal if I miss practice.
From then on, everything started to seem delightful. I was so cheerful that I cannot describe that feeling in words. At practice, I was smiling most of the time. Later Susu asked me what happened and I told him about the date. I love how these people get happy over my happiness. They have nothing to gain from this, despite that they are celebrating. No matter what goes wrong in my life, there’s only one thing I will always be grateful for and that is my friends.
So, tomorrow came, and my morning started with going to work at paudha. Paudha had taken us to an apartment in Vasant Vihar. Vasant Vihar is a very posh locality where all the rich kids live and of course, I dream to buy a house there. Paudha took us there for some gardening work as the owner of that apartment wanted to grow some vegetables over her terrace. She also wanted some new plants and her terrace to be cleaned. Paudha gave us this job and we (Nikhil and I) got Rs. 500 each. I hated working there because you have to do all that cleaning and stuff around the street as well and people would look at you, I feel so small around them and at the same time I’d think Helen is also looking at me after all, she comes from such locality as well. However, I was enjoying it that day despite I knew I will be late for my date but I cheered because I knew as this gets over I will see a glimpse of heaven; I will see her and that is the best of all things.
So the work at Vasant Vihar was done early n the morning and we were at Paudha then her message came and the first thing that crossed my mind was, please don’t make her cancel the date god, please! The message said: I’M GOING TO FUCK SOMETHING UP. A screenshot was attached and it has a message from her dad on the family group saying “you are not going out today kashu and no behas on this”. My beautiful morning had turned into mourning, at that point, I was convinced I am not going to see her and as I did not want to have any more expectations I simply created a scenario where there was no possibility of meeting her and me. Another message arrived after a few moments: NO, I’M COMING. Then she called and I freaked out because I was working and I had not told her that I work somewhere but Nikhil helped me out, I went inside the godown (it is not actually a godown just some space where paudha keeps different kinds of pots). Over the call, she asked me if I can come to Noida as her parents are not letting her go. I was of course convinced. I would have agreed over anything because it is I who has dropped his practice, who has borrowed money from a friend, which shows how badly I want t see her. She also sounded sorry because everything was planned and Noida does not have anything as compatible with our date place in Delhi. Even Nikhil was so pissed; he was like this is not done, how can she change everything at the last moment. He wanted it to happen more than myself.
Later, IDK how she convinced her parents or what she did but we were back to our plan A which is an art gallery (there was no plan B though she just made that ATM). I was still at Paudha when she briefed me. I checked the time and I had only an hour and a half to go home and get ready. Thanks to Nikhil, he asked me to leave immediately saying he will take of everything here you just focus on your date. So I ran toward my home, took a bath, and ate whatever there was without complaining. I looked at my watch and BOOM an hour passed. Now I only had 30 mins and yet I had to get flowers, chocolates, and some rings for myself. I was so late that I called Ashu and told him to be there at PVR and buy all this stuff for me so I could just take them from him and leave. Unfortunately. Ashu had no idea of what kind of flowers one should get for a date. I was literally running in the metro and as I reached PVR, I saw him and hugged him tightly. I asked if I am smelling bad cuz I was running all the way and I’d gotten a bit sweaty. He said, “Yeah, you stink a bit just a Lil bit”. I got really upset and it was him who cheered me up otherwise I would have killed myself. We bought flowers, I don’t remember the name, but they looked really pretty and fancy. I was also carrying a pack of ultra-mild cigarettes because I decided to flaunt my Dil Bechara personality to her.
On her side, she had reached and texted me but I could not reply because I was running then she called and I told her I will be there in the max of 20 mins. She did not sound pissed or anything but nobody likes waiting so I ran faster. The BSF guard at the metro security check asked me if I’m going to give these flowers to somebody or if I have gotten these from someone. I told him these are for someone and he smiled at me. On the platform, a girl was making a video of me while I was waiting for my train carrying flowers in my hand along with chocolates and a book. So many amazing things were happening around me and I literally felt like the main character. You see, these are the consequences when a goddess starts liking you; when a goddess demands your presence the whole world pushes you toward her. Even in the metro, everybody kept looking at me and I was blushing beneath my mask. I reached the metro station where she had been waiting for me. She was at the food court, standing near a pillar. A saw her from a distance because of her hair, they are short and colored. As her eyes met mine, in that instant, everything got all blurred. Even now that I visit that place again I try so hard to recall near which pillar she stood but I just cannot; that is the thing about happiness right, you have no scars to remember it or to show someone. I laugh at this inability of mine where I try my best to replay each and every scene but all I see is just a glimpse of us.
She had worn a dark brown jumpsuit and very cute flip-flops. Her outfit was subtle and those flip-flops made it vibrant to some extent. One would look at her with full admiration from head to toe but definitely hold their gaze over her feet. Her feet were immaculately beautiful.
I went up to her and straight away she cheered up and threw her arms around me. As we hugged the first thing she asked was, “Why are you so sweaty?” She did not ask that in some bad way she was just curious.
“I got late because I brought you flowers”, I said that giving her the flowers. She accepted them with both of her hands then she literally blushed saying, “There was no need for this”. I did not say anything to that and gave her the chocolates and then the book. She got speechless for a moment and then said “C’mon Yushie, you did not have to do all this”.
“I actually got late because I was getting all this stuff for you, so I first went to Saket along with Ashu then I got back in the metro and came back here” I explained that is how I got all sweaty.
She was really happy because of the flowers and I asked her “Is it that big of a deal?”
“Is it not? Nobody has ever brought me flowers” She said that with a straight face and I was like damn bro! Bringing her flowers was the best idea, hence,
YOU: 1 other dude: 0
But I actually never brought flowers to impress her in the first place. I just wanted to give her flowers; she deserves flowers; she is a flower, of this painful world.
We started moving towards the platform and I was so much into her that we unknowingly went to the wrong platform.
We reached Saket 20 mins late but who cared about time? We had to go to Champa gali’s bari cafe and for that, we needed an auto. I thought I will have to call for auto because I am the guy and the last time when I went out Kayush, I had to do everything, But here she took the lead and dealt with the auto guy, she even negotiated and I was amused by her skills.
Again I was back to that same lane I took a year ago to meet Cezzane but this time the memories did not hit hard maybe it was because I am with somebody better than her. We reached Champa Gali in like 15 mins and she looked for Baari cafe but there was a sign that says ‘we are temporarily closed. She sounded a bit upset because she had seen some reviews of that cafe and it was really pretty from the inside. Then she asked me, “where shall we go?”
“There are some other nice cafes too”, I gestured. We went ahead in Champa Gali and she asked me to go to the same cafe I had been with Cezzane and Kayush. I chuckled as she chose four directions.
“What happened?” She asked with a completely baffled look.
“Nothing”, I said trying not to smile. She was leading the way and as we were up to the door I realized I had to open the door for her so I rushed to move forward from her but she had already opened the door and I was like oh no! I told her I wanted to open the door for you then she looked down, smiled, and held the door gesturing ‘after you’.
We sat on the couch, there was Jenga over the table and Menus. For the first few minutes, I could not believe that this is real; that this is actually happening and I wanted to tell her that but I had no words. I do not remember how we started the conversation, it just happened, maybe over the menu or something. Isn’t it amazing, how the thing that was terrifying me the most happened so nonchalantly, in a fleeting moment. And not just this one thing, all my fears like what to order or the bill thing. She took care of everything and especially of me.
We spent 2 hours in the cafe, had lunch, and talked about so many things. She told me about her friends (which I wanted to know since the day I started following her on ig), about her parents and family. She did the talking mostly and I never felt I need to push this conversation, it just kept going and going. Also, there a moment came when was eating with a fork and knife and I don’t know how to use that. I was feeling a little embarrassed then all of a sudden I remembered how when I was with Cezzane, I was eating spaghetti and I did not know how to eat it properly and the table was a lil far from me to reach. I was so embarrassed that I did not eat it and I still regret it. So I decided I will not let that happen again and I don’t want this to be ruined. With all my innocence I asked her, “Could you please help me with this, I don’t know how to eat with a knife and fork”.
She said sure and with that happy-to-help smile, she took the knife and showed me how we cut the food. Then with the help of the fork, she picked the food piece and fed me like you feed a lil child. Later she made a video of me where I was struggling to eat with a knife and fork and that was so cute.
After having lunch we took an auto to the art gallery, in the auto we were clicking pictures and I thought I should now take out my cigarette. I did not know she is making a video when I did that and it got all recorded. She was amused seeing a cigarette between my lips.
“You can light it if you want”, She said.
Then I dropped that killer dialogue, “No, I do not smoke”, I took the cigarette in my hand, “See, you put the killing thing right between your teeth but you never give it the power to kill you. It is just a metaphor.”
“It is childish”, she looked away.
“C’mon I always wanted to do this”.
So yeah, this stunt did not come out as I wanted it to be but to make it worse the auto driver offered me a matchstick and she laughed, a lot. I somehow managed not to have myself embarrassed more... by putting back the cigarette in the pack.
“You did not like it?” I asked her.
“It does not matter”, still not looking at me, “You can do anything you want”.
I leaned toward her, “anything?” I said looking straight into her eyes with deep passion.
“Oh, c’mon Yushie”.
At the mall, we spent a few minutes looking for the Kiran Nadar Art Gallery. I was carrying her bag and she, the flowers. The lady at the counter where we had to submit our bag and stuff asked me why are you carrying a women’s bag and Helen told her it is hers. She looked at us both and smiled.
I love it when these things happen when people see something unusual so they ask you and when they get the reason behind it, they adore it.
The art gallery was so peaceful. At first, we did not even see any people but there were many inside. She was looking at the piece of art and I was looking at her. We both were looking at what we find beautiful. The child in me who loves Helen was not able to understand the meaning behind the art so I had to keep asking her. She, in her impeccable manner, kept narrating to me the stories behind those arts. A moment came when we sat on the bench, looking at the wall and there was nobody else in the room. The distance between us was Lil to no.
“What is this smell”, she asked out of nowhere.
“What smell?” I was scared that I was stinking.
“I don’t know”, she sniffed at my shoulder and I moved away a Lil.
“What’s wrong?”
“Tell me if the smell is nice or not”.
“It’s nice only. Which perfume do you use?”. Finally, I got some assurance.
I was wearing my brother’s perfume and that too was some cheap brand so I just said it is my brother’s I don’t know the name.
We were so close that our forearms touched. She saw my veins and asked me to flex and as I did she touched them. She liked my forearms. The grabbed my hand, in a manner where the spaces of my fingers are filled with hers. I was completely shocked. I wanted everything to stop at that moment; just wanted to feel her palm on mine. One thing I knew for sure was that her hand would never harm me. I am safe here.
We walked like that for a while, rubbing our thumbs. I kept looking at our hands, wishing by some miracle, we could never let it go. But I don’t remember when she let my hand go, maybe if I knew I would have held it tighter. When she was looking at the art, I wanted to look at her so I was walking backward, facing her. The wooden flooring made some noise when my feet struck the floor and she would look at me often.
After the art gallery, we went to the mall. I started feeling small there like I do not belong there but she sure does. So I got all quiet. She saw a store that has scented candles and stuff like that and said something about it. She realized I have not heard of it so she took me in there and like the salesperson shows stuff and explains, she showed me the products.
While strolling in the mall for a while she wanted to go to Starbucks. I told her I have never been there and I know nothing of it she grabbed my hand and took me in there. Everything was so opulent there, all the pretty people working, talking, laughing; humans being humans. She got me her fav drink and asked me how is it. I nodded.
“What happened to you?” She asked.
“Nothing, I just don’t like it when people are around”. A couple was sitting right next to us. They both were so pretty and talked in some accent I could never understand. Yes, even Helen started to speak in English and I was like... why!!???
“Well this is my kinda place”, She smiled. I just nodded returning a smile and thought no matter how hard I try I can never fit with her. I am just too damaged for her. Since day one I knew she’ll break my heart yet I just let her.
The clock hit 4:30 and we knew it is time to go. We clicked some pictures, where ofc I feared not looking good but I got a decent one finally. Outside the mall, under the clear sky when sunrays fell on her she seemed a bit irritated so I wondered what is happening. She told me she is allergic to sun rays; she cannot look at the sun directly or else she’d start sneezing. And me, out of my complete innocence asked her how. She looked at the sun and sneezed.
“OMG! You people have such cute allergies”, I was flattered just by her allergies. I mean in my life I have seen allergies to food, drinks, or some kind of smell but, this was so different. So from then on when we walked I tried to cover her face so she does not get under direct sun exposure. I leaned a bit forward or I would put my hand to cover her face. I wanted to protect her and keep her like a child trying to protect their favorite toy.
In the metro, when it was time to say goodbye I could feel my heart skipping a beat; it wants what it wants. I suck at goodbyes, but I am so glad I was with someone who makes goodbye so hard. I hated it when the metro reached the platform so quick. Generally, it takes 4-8 minutes but no, not today. We talked for a while about how amazing today was then she gave me the goodbye hug and this time it was a Lil tight which made me think does it mean something? I was too happy to be bothered by that and I watched her leave. She laughed when I asked can I come with you? but how do I tell her that It tore the heart out of my body saying goodbye to her?
Love&Lights
Yushie
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First Blog Post!
Hi! My name is Madison Krohn. I am a senior at Central Michigan University. I'm majoring in Entrepreneurship and double minoring in Visual Merchandising and Leadership.
I grew up in the thumb of Michigan in the country. Even though there weren't a lot of fashion opportunities in the area, I always loved fashion and the marketing side of it. Coming from a business oriented family, I learned the ins and outs of owning your own business and what it takes to become successful. With this quality- quite literally running in my blood, I soon wanted to aspire to own my own business. Therefore, I decided why not study how to do that! With this being said, my future career goals are to run and operate my own clothing boutique! Why not do something you love and make money while you do it!
During this class (BIS 315), I hope to learn about this new platform and how to use it for my future business and gather useful inspiration while doing it.
This link will take you to the Coach site on Pinterest. From what I gathered in our reading assignment, Coach does a great job at creating new market strategies and channels. They are consistently doing business to show their products value and social organization. It has advanced its defining characteristics with its brands name leading to be one of the best and most high achieving fashion brands.
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A Little Older...
A few days ago, I celebrated my 29th birthday. Honestly, that just sounds weird to even say. I don't look 29, feel 29, or even think that I'm 29 years old. There's days that I feel too old for certain things and some days I feel pretty young; not too sure where I fit just yet.
As I sit here in my bed, writing this mini blog (hopefully first of many), and listening to some music, I wonder if I've done good in life, or if I've made an impact on someone else's life. 29 years on this earth and I feel like it was yesterday when my only worry was to go to school and get good grades. Now, I'm a mom and a housewife who feels responsible for making everyone happy, even if that takes a little more out of her self-happiness.
Getting older, maybe wiser, maybe just taking it one day at a time. Whatever it is, I'm thankful for being able to look at things in a different perspective than I did when I was younger. So cheers to 29, to the mother and wife I've become, and to the new adventures that await.
"Do not complaint about growing old. It is a privilege denied to many." - Mark Twain
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All About Me
DAY 1
Thursday 8:30 PM
29 December, 2022
New Delhi
✨ Greetings Everyone ✨
I am glad to share with all of you that this is my "first blog".
So, Ready, Steady, BLOG! :)
Hello to all the beautiful people out there. 💐🙏
I am Anushka, an undergraduate student of 1st year. Currently I am pursuing my degree in B.A. Program from India's one of the best universities i.e. University of Delhi. To continue with my intro I would like to share my hobbies with you. My hobbies include singing, dancing, writing, cooking, gardening, listening music and my most favourite one is painting. Whenever I am exhausted, painting works like a magic for me.
I like travelling to different parts of India and try out their main food. I even love gardening, especially with my father. He has developed a really beautiful garden. He grows organic fruits and vegetables in that.
Trust me, there's a different "joy" in that.
For a positive, bright and fresh start here's the first pic from my garden of a very beautiful Water Lily smiling in the bright sun.🪷
If you are a nature lover too & getting curious to know more about my garden then do not worry as, I would be talking more on this in my further blogs and will share some more clicks of my garden.☺️
I would be posting about my college life, places I visit, my garden and would also love to share my paintings with you guys. I will be posting blog once in every week.
I don't have much stuff to write. So, that's it for today.
I would like to sign off now. 💫
And yes, Before the year ends, let's just count all the blessings God has showered on us. Wishing you a very Happy New Year in advance.🎉🎊
I really appreciate the time you invested in reading my blog.
STAY TUNED & TAKE CARE !!💖
🌷Regards🌷
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Bieng a girl: A task?
"Is it really hard to dare to dream and truly living on your own terms?" That is the question that all the women have on their minds in some point of their lives. But the thing is, this question is often ignored as we keep up with the pace of the world.
That is were the people who call themselves "feminists" come up. Who fight for the rights of women. But the question that really needs to be asked is that shouldn't anyone be a humanist rather than a femisnist. That is the most ideal scenario a person might end up in. Just think about it - feminism is a movement that seeks to define, establish and achieve qual political, economic, cultural, personal and social rights for women. A feminist is a person who believes in this movement. The thing is having equal rights is the key. So the overall upliftment of the human race in general should be the goal. Another common misconception is that all the women are feminists. Think about a mothers that treat sons better than daughters. Are they feminists? Women who judge other working women for not being good mothers. Are they feminist?
Often in India, there is a huge category of people who want to carve out lives for their daughter, sister, wives, etc. They often have to decide to just between catering their family and children and having a good career! The most infuriating thing is that they have too choose. Some of them simply dont have option too! "Having a career while being a good mother is not practically possible" is what people often thing. Because they have to be away from the kids because of long working hours. The problem lies within. This world was designed by men. They decides the office timmings, 9 to 5. Women weren"t in the workforce then. They are now. These office timmings work well for all the men. Not for the mothers for instance!
The world has seldom been fair on women, but the thing is there is need of collective effort and a right thought is necessary! And above all being a "HUMANIST" is important above all.
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Dear Past Me - I Forgive You
#peaceofmindy#dearpastmeiforgiveyou#myjourney#firstblog#firstblogpost#blog#blogger#bloggerlife#blogginglife#bloggingbabes#bloggingmyfeelings#beingvulnerable#vulnerabilityisstrength#selflove#positivevibes#positiveaffirmations#positivity#selfgrowth#growth#growthmindset#growthroughwhatyougothrough#wordpress
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Navigating Entrepreneurship as a Non-Business Thinker - first blog
As I prepare to delve into understanding the entrepreneurial mindset, I must admit, it's an intriguing yet intimidating prospect for someone who doesn't naturally lean towards business thinking. The entrepreneurial world, with its focus on innovation, risk-taking, and resilience, feels like foreign territory. Yet, here I am, drawn to uncover what it means to think like an entrepreneur, even without a traditional business background. Here are my thoughts and expectations on what lies ahead.
I'm beginning to see that thinking like an entrepreneur goes beyond just business savvy. It's about spotting opportunities, being creative, and making an impact. This broader view gives me hope that there's space for diverse thinkers like me—people who are motivated by curiosity and the desire to contribute positively. I'm looking forward to discovering how an entrepreneurial mindset can apply not just in business, but in everyday problem-solving and personal growth.
I anticipate that exploring the entrepreneurial mind will be a practical and hands-on learning journey. The idea that making mistakes is part of learning and growth is reassuring. I'm prepared to face challenges head-on and to see them as essential steps in developing a more resilient and innovative way of thinking. I expect to encounter moments of doubt, but I'm also excited about the personal victories and insights that will come from navigating these challenges.
I've learned that uncertainty is an inherent part of the entrepreneurial journey, and learning to manage it effectively is crucial. One of my main goals is to learn how to manage uncertainty more effectively. The entrepreneurial mind is all about embracing the unknown and turning challenges into opportunities. While the thought of stepping into uncharted territory is daunting, I'm eager to learn strategies that can help me approach uncertainty with a more positive and proactive attitude
Learning about Joseph Schumpeter's view of entrepreneurs as drivers of societal and economic growth was an eye-opener. It made me realize that entrepreneurship isn't just about business in the traditional sense. It's also about passion, creativity, and making an impact.
As i embark on this exploration of the entrepreneurial mind, I'm hopeful that it will open up new paths for creative and impactful thinking in my life. I'm not just seeking to learn new concepts; I'm aiming to transform the way I approach problems, goals, and opportunities.
To anyone else feeling like an outsider to the entrepreneurial spirit, know that exploring the entrepreneurial mind is about broadening our perspectives and unlocking our potential. I believe it's a journey that promises growth, learning, and the chance to see the world through a lens of possibilities. I'm ready to take on this challenge, and eager to see where this journey will lead.
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Social Media and my life
Hello everyone, my name is Vitalii Kryshchuk, and this is my first blog in the course of studying Social Media for Strategic Communications.
To understand for myself whether I am a social media person, I need to first understand what it is.
The textbook I am studying defines social media as follows:
"It can provide a personalized, online networked hub of information, dialogue, and relationship management. These new communication technology tools allow individual users and organizations to engage with, reach, persuade, and target key audiences more effectively across multiple platforms. Industry professionals, scholars, and social media users have contributed a number of different definitions and conceptualizations of the concept of social media. Some emphasize the role of social media as a toolkit that allows users to create and share content. Others focus on how social media extend Web 2.0 technologies to bring communities together."
Although this definition is quite long, I could hardly have written it better. I agree with the way the book presents it. In my opinion, social media is a place where you can share your life, find like-minded people, learn something new, or find clients. This combines Google, Facebook, and even various forums and blogs. Nowadays, social media is both a huge problem where teenagers waste their time and absorb unnecessary information, and a very useful tool for business, for learning, promoting different ideas, and finding like-minded people. Everyone is uniting on social media.
I have accounts on a lot of social networks: Facebook, X, Instagram, TikTok, Telegram, Viber, Skype, Twitch, Discord, Reddit, etc. But I don't consider myself an active social media user. Earlier, when I worked as a graphic designer, I used to draw a lot of designs for social media pages for my clients. I even ran a channel on Telegram about graphic design. And even earlier, about 10 years ago, I was active on Instagram.
But now I'm older, different, and have much less time for it. If it's not difficult for me to design a beautiful post, come up with a text or find an idea. But I see less and less purpose for it. I can't be an Instagram or TikTok star, and I don't have a business to promote on social media. This is probably my biggest problem in this regard. But I also don't fully understand how to properly send information to the target audience. How often and what exactly should be published.
To solve this, I chose this class. I want to learn how to set up targeting, choose a target audience, and choose the right strategy for business development. I would not only like to be able to write text and make graphics for a social media page, but also to be able to promote it properly and make it popular. After all, if I want to sell something and I need to find a good targeting specialist, I will at least be able to understand what he does and know how to analyze the results of his work. Or at the very least, I will be able to help my wife, who is a photographer, promote her personal brand on social media.
So, there are a lot of problems that can be solved with the right approach to using social media. And I hope that at the end of this class I will change my approach to managing my page. At the very least, I have already written my first blog.
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uhmmm, hi first blog.
idk what to put, not to be that guy but pls welcome me
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Green day "Albums"
This is my first blog and it's about my favourite band and type of music this is the albums of a band called Green day.💚💚💚💚
"KERPLUNK"
"Kerplunk" was the first major album of green day. It was an amazing album for the band it is what got there name out in the mainstream and it is what got punk in the mainstream. It has alot of catchy tracks in the album it is clear that this was a special album my favourite tracks in the album are "2000 light years away", "Christie Rd", "Welcome to Paradise" and ETC. and this album made me realize that you don't need complex instrumentals to make good music this album has great lyrics that I can relate to. thanks to this band that I started learning guitar it motivated me to start practicing guitar..
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