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chhi-chhora · 11 months
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POV: Having Sukoon, shanti and peace. No thoughts of past nor any worries of future, being in present as if you just switched off your mind.
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episodesbyb · 3 months
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What are We ?
The light that falls on water and shines
Or the water that lets the light falling on it shine
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n0t-a-writer · 1 year
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The universe lurks in shadows and I am but a possibility of romance that its dirt and darkness can possess. 
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lost-my-sanity1 · 1 year
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lol just got 2 letters from my past self... and yea nothing changed, life didn't get better and all... the suffering continues. but atleast I don't have exams 😃😃😃
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“Wait... it’s ‘piqued your interest’, not ‘peaked’?”
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“That depends on whether your interest has climbing gear.”
Didn’t know that until months ago .... or that “pique” is a word. Supposedly from the French verb “piquer” roughly meaning to sting or provoke according to a quick search, nowadays it tends to refer to the kindling of one’s interest, curiousness, or irritation.
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thebirthdaysparty · 2 months
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SPENCER REID likes to tuck his head in the crook of your neck. stood behind you, chest pressed to your back as he snakes his arms around your waist in an attempt to pull you closer towards him. fuck — he wanted to jump into your bones, intertwine your souls together. even then that wouldn't be close enough for his liking.
HIS HANDS always finding yours. fingers lacing together, palms flush to one another as his thumb would rub the back of your hand. a small token of love that he could show no matter where you were. often falling asleep before he came home from work, the bed feeling extra lonely as you eventually reluctantly drifted into a soft slumber; waking up a few hours later to see spencer curled next to you, fingers latching onto yours as he snored gently.
RESTING HIS HEAD on your lap whenever you were watching something together. his complaints of not being able to get comfortable sitting up straight always leading to you holding your arms out, a silent invitation for him to settle. spencer's fingers tracing small figures of eights and random words that popped into his mind as he nuzzled against you. mumbling ever so often for you to stroke my hair — sighing in content as you rubbed against his scalp, letting strands fall between your knuckles.
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ayyy-imma-ninja · 3 months
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~Celestial Muse~
Protect your sketchbook from prying eyes.
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words-at-night · 4 months
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There is nothing bad things are either good or very good as the great Steve Jobs said dots connects backward,I still have many dots to be connected and there is so much left to learn and achieve but still i lack the ultimate purpose but that's no problem give things their sweet time and start by making short goals and achieve new experience through them who knows what's hiding in the journey
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chhi-chhora · 1 year
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Jis pyar ko paane k live jo Bhagwan se lad lete hai,
Aksar fir ussi mohabbat ko bhula ne k liye vo
Bhagwan k pas jate hai.
– L K Prajapati
March 16, 2023
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episodesbyb · 3 months
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As insignificant as a star in the sky
Yet as Significant as a Petal of a flower !
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metamorphesque · 11 months
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the walls of my bedroom have grown hands and are choking me to death
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resiliencewithin · 1 year
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I am healing for me.
I am not healing for work. I am not healing to return to being a productive member of society.
I am healing for my own stability, wellness, health and contentment.
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yomeiu · 8 months
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I cannot position myself with graceful nature, to take upon the role of a righteous person, and not have it be the deceptions of a farcical liar.
Sincerity lacks my actions, and the world has a way of knowing.
His voided gaze reaffirms on own his mirror image, at last. Bestowing upon himself a self-critical examination. Two brown irises in return, glower back blankly. The delicate skin just underneath is sunken in. Discolored into a sickly grey, this detail allocates a incurable tiredness to the man.
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Indulgent Self Musing - 1st Issue
Roleplay Tone: Easygoing, mixed with playful banter, some friendly teasing.
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As Serval and Kaban bid Tsuchinoko farewell from the back of their Japari Bus, she’d peek out from beyond the deflecting shelter of the wall to which she flocked to. “Today was a good day. Come back sometime if you get the chance,” Tsuchinoko speedily remarked in mellow, prompting a simple excited ‘okay’ back from Kaban in Serval’s delightfully playful look’s contrast.
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“Are you being shy?” Indeed, Serval said soon, with hand on her lip, asked in a manner ever as teasingly playful as it were ever more playfully earnest.
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“You don’t have to!” An unprepared Tsuchinoko was sooner to have responded, whose ever-growing, as it were ever more escaping joy, found its reluctant containment of itself in-between subtleties become just a little furtherly difficult.
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With the Japari Bus's departure announced by its uninterested driver Lucky, "that's mean!" cried back a Serval unaware of her success.
   – Scene adapted from Episode 4: Kemono Friends 2017. Originally written in this response to an ask before being expanded upon in this post. It is also an apology for not yet responding to an ask all the way back in June ‘22. The pages in the pinned post have been revised also. Not much progress has been made on more icons, apologizes for that one too.
OOC Tone: Positive with excitement over progress. In 3rd sentence apologetic.
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thebirthdaysparty · 1 month
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idk if this sounds weird, but could i request a blurb where spencer and reader are just really comfortable with eachother ( before they’re together ) and normally she’ll do stuff like kiss his cheek or sit on his lap when it’s just the bau but strauss comes to visit and she sits on his lap and strauss is just like ‘😀’ cause like unprofessional and all that jazz
AUTHORS NOTE.ᐟ thank you for the request anon — i actually really enjoyed writing this one. smooches to you <3
GENRE.ᐟ fem! BAU reader x spencer reid fluff
WARNINGS.ᐟ none that i can think of!
SUMMARY.ᐟ you and spencer had such a comfortable dynamic — which has always been known by everyone around you. apart from erin strauss.
YOUR FINGERS WERE looping strands of hair around one another, gently braiding spencer's locks as you gazed at the way he fiddled with a pen. he was deep in thought, like usual, eyebrows knitted as he hummed over the various thoughts that flew around his head. you'd both been here for a while now, nervously awaiting that spark that would ignite everything; like how one single domino would cause the rest to fall around it.
nobody took any notice of the two of you, despite the way your legs hooked around his biceps as you perched on the empty table behind him. it had become a dynamic that just worked — the both of you blurring the fine line between close friends and work colleagues a long time ago. granted, the first few times you'd been caught with your legs slung over his as you chatted amongst yourselves about a new television series had certainly raised a few eyebrows. the odd nudge or cocking of the head by morgan as you'd enter a room quickly fizzled out as the team normalised it.
your hands were interrupted as spencer suddenly jerked forward, apologising with a lopsided smile as he turned to face you in his chair, "it's simple! the timelines of the calls fall perfectly in line with the shift scheduling of the victims which means the unsub is either one of them or they know them very well-"
cut off by your face leaning towards him he beamed as you pressed a kiss to his forehead, palms gripping either cheek as you thanked him for being a genius. it was a moment he sort of wished he could frame, or bottle up, so that he could relive it over and over again; the gentleness of the moment warming through his chest as he nodded, a shy excuse of reciprocating the action in his own way.
within minutes the rest of the team were huddled around the meeting table, a handful of documents handed around as you opted for spencer's knee rather than the chair across the room. without batting an eyelid the conversation started, ears perked as spencer explained what he'd found — hotch's eyes lighting up at the prospect of being one step closer to getting an arrest made before anyone else could get hurt.
before you even had the chance to throw your two cents in you were interrupted, a deep, cruel, cough cutting through the talk until all eyes were on her. there was an unamused look playing on strauss's features, one that was deeply rooted in annoyance as she clicked across the room, "does everyone here sit on one another's laps?"
the corners of her mouth were pulled into a sarcastic smile, eyes wide as she waited for an answer. when she realised she wasn't going to get one she hummed, nodding her head slowly as she thumbed through the papers that were laying in front of garcia. there was a sense of awkwardness thick in the air, your nervous shifting in spencer's lap met with his fingers pinching your waist, a silent way of begging you to stop before she noticed.
minutes crept by as she asked inquisitive questions, her eye's dragging over the sight of you and spencer as she pursed her lipstick stained lips — you could figure she was mentally fighting the urge to say something, one oozing with sarcasm probably. it was the sound of her mobile ringing that finally opened up the chance for her to tip-toe out, waving her hand in hotch's direction as she uttered a quick "i want to see you by the end of today, we have to talk"
drumming your fingers against the table you felt spencer relax beneath you, swallowing thickly as he proposed the idea of checking the workplaces of the victims to see if they could come up with any names — letting the rest filter out the room before leaning his chin on the curve of your shoulder, "she's definitely bringing this up to hotch later."
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