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spextronaut · 8 months
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Star Trek has permanently altered how I view people touching hands in media because of yk. The Vulcan ‘hand touch = kiss’ thing. Which can be incredibly annoying especially when I see fanart where two characters are touching hands in any way and I immediately think “ohohohoho so scandalous” when no. it really isn’t.
But it also makes me seem like an incredibly,,, horny? person from like the 1600s when touching hands before marriage was an ‘immediately going to hell’ kind of sin. Anyway all that’s to say is I am SLUT SHAMING every single person who has EVER held hands in a romantic sense before MARRIAGE do you even KNOW what that MEANS /j
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giggleesblog · 1 month
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there’s something about compliments, like genuine, specific compliments, that will always make my heart skip several beats. especially if it’s something i never even noticed about myself, or something i’m insecure about. i also struggle to perceive myself in general, so hearing what people like about me and things that i do that they find endearing and stuff is just… fascinating. and flustering as all hell.
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stonedscraggy · 8 months
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What's ur favorite fruit juice uwu
Omg hi!!!
Okay hmmm fruit juicee
Specifically, I enjoy a good ol kerns guava or mango juice! But I can also fuck up pineapple juice
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spencetalkstoomuch · 17 days
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Im going to be posting a list of fandoms/characters/wrestlers i am willing to write fanfiction for at some point this week :)
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gas-station-chai · 8 months
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I ship them but in a "definitely on their 3rd divorce" way
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incognit0slut · 4 months
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tiktok took down this edit and now I got a strike LMAO there’s nothing else I can do but laugh
On a side note, I was so proud of this edit😔
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They don't talk about it.
But there's no way Nate should know those things. No way the client could have told him, no way he could've figured it out on his own. Not when these things were nothing more than fleeting thoughts from the mark. But Sophie notices him quietly go for the scotch behind the counter and rub at his head in pain with extra vehemence some days despite the latest con having no personal connection to him.
They don't talk about it.
But someone should've recognized Sophie on that con. There's no way she could have that many characters per con. No way none of those diplomats didn't recognize her from any of her previous cons. Not when she didn't change any more than her clothes and accent. But Nate notices her features seem to flicker at the peace and safety of home when she thinks he isn't watching.
They don't talk about it.
But no one could've survived that. And certainly not looking the way he does. There's no way he didn't come out of that fight broken and bloodied to all hell. Not when instead he walks out with a purposeful stride and only a clenched jaw, rolling his shoulders. But when he's cooking and accidentally burns himself, Parker notices the unmarked skin left behind.
They don't talk about it.
But not all vents are human sized. They all saw the size of the vent cover as she exists with a grin. There's no way she could've fit in there. Not when the human body can't bend that way, a way that even the greatest contortionist can't bend. But some days Hardison notices as she seems to stretch and bend before his eyes when she's feeling relaxed and safe enough.
They don't talk about it.
But that's not how computers work. There's no way Hardison could access that kind of thing. Not when he describes how he did it like that. Not when he does it so quickly like that. Not when he says he's taken berries and the next thing they know he's recreated a colonial era journal to perfection. But Eliot swore he shoved a glass of water at him, not more goddamn orange soda.
They don't talk about it, the thing lingering over their heads as they conduct each con, the unacknowledged thing between the five of them that's a little deeper than just a desire to take down the rich and powerful.
They aren't perfect, they all know that- sometimes they're too good with their covers, sometimes they have to shift gears as the con unfolds before them, but somehow things always seem to work out.
But no one asks about it, so-
They don't talk about it.
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nereidprinc3ss · 1 month
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being obsessed with a show that is twenty years old is so hard.... i live in constant fear that the community will die and it will just be me screaming into the void about a man who was twenty four years old when i was born. spencer reid lovers we are so so brave for persevering
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avis-writeshq · 25 days
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just thinking about post prison!sugar daddy!spencer reid 😔 [cw: age gap but both parties are over 21]
you live next door to him in his apartment complex and he remembers you giving him a fresh batch of cookies after he officially returns to his apartment after the whole cat adams and jail situation. apparently you saw all the gift baskets and wanted to do something nice and he can’t stop thinking about it afterwards.
he finds out that you’re a college student at georgetown but in a separate department that he teaches so whenever he goes there to teach during his sabbatical he takes the scenic route and goes through your building. one day he comes home from work and sees a notice of eviction plastered on your door; you’ll be kicked out if you don’t pay $5000.
two days later you come knocking at his door with grateful tears running down your cheeks while clutching a letter— he payed off the entire sum. he’s hushing you gently, playing with your hair and letting you hug him while you babble out your thank you’s.
he’s then laughing when you ask him what he wants in return, shaking his head and brushing your hair away from your face. all he asks is for you to tell him if you need help with money— after all, he’s got lots of it to spare.
you follow him around like a lost puppy after that, and there’s some sort of sickly satisfaction he feels. he’s not breaking any rules. you’re both consenting adults and he doesn’t mind the way you batter your eyelashes when requesting for him to pay for your coffees or the way you press kisses to his cheeks as thanks. he thinks you’re lovely.
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spinningspencer · 2 months
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He's so hot when he talks
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ghostlyarchaeologist · 3 months
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"Eliot? You better hurry up."
Leverage Redemption S01E03 The Rolling on the River Job.
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spextronaut · 7 months
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god I love the fact that the writers just. decided to make it canon that House was a cheerleader in uni. there’s no reason he just was (and it’s fucking iconic)
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reidsdaisies · 2 months
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and the award for cutest smile of the century goes to.. drum roll please.. matthew!
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stonedscraggy · 9 months
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Im the most normal coworker imaginable (i am showing you scriddler fanart and getting autistic about it)
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Grad school Spencer in his little white coat and glasses getting his chem PhD and he just spills everything and goes 🫠 because he sees English lit major reader walking by from the lap window.
because I will die on the hill that this actually happened.
hiiiii 💕
like 23 year old phd candidate spencer in his white lab coat is everything to me and i took some liberties so bear with me :)
spencer reid x female reader
So he’s working in his lab doing something sciencey and smart
He’s already a phd in math and engineering which makes him something a myth in his departments
Part of his program makes him work as a TA for a chemistry course which is how he meets you
You’re a Literature major and Sociology minor and in his Chemistry class. It’s filled with many students, but Spencer wouldn’t need an eidetic memory to remember you
He never found the courage to talk to you, thinking that you’ve probably already have a boyfriend on a count for how pretty and smart you are.
Every Tuesday and Thursday he sees you walk by his lab. He forces himself to not recognize the pattern, but it’s impossible when you’re so magnetic to look at and think about and patterns are so recognizable to his brain. And out of risk of you thinking he’s a stalker, he decides it’s safer if he ignores you walk by
What Spencer doesn’t realize is that you’ve also noticed his pattern of being in the lab the same days you’re in the Sociology wing.
One day he’s busy his lab, and he can see you through the big picture window. He feels his hands grip the beaker and his grateful that the chemical liquids he’s working with today are something as simple as water
As he gazes through the big window he watches you walk with a big stack books in you arms
He walks to the sink, needing an extra 30mLs of water in his beaker, but as his does he accidentally trips over a stool and crashes to the floor
He jumps up, and sees you look at him in horror. Which wasn’t the way he planned on you looking at him (he forced the thoughts of the various ways you could look at him from his mind)
Suddenly you rush into the lab and just as Spencer tries to stammer about maintaining proper hygiene protocols in the lab, your hands are gripping his wrist
“You’re bleeding” you say, and Spencer watches as you maintain steady, tight pressure on his open wound to stop the bleeding
“I didn’t realize” Spencer says with a stained smile. He’s planned on how he’d approach you over and over again in his mind ever since he saw you in the Chemistry class he TA’ed last semester “I was preoccupied”
“It’s alright, Doctor Reid. You’re not going to need stitches or anything. But let me put some bandaging on it.”
Spencer gulps, as he tries to remember how to breathe. All he can focus on is how your hair frames your face perfectly and how your perfume smells like earl grey tea and honey and apples
“You can call me Spencer, Y/N” He whispers, listening to as you practically drag him by the wrist to the first aid kit
“You know my name?” You ask, a look or wonder and amusement washes over your face
Spencer jerks his head back not in pain nor in discomfort, but rather in confusion. “Of course I do, why wouldn’t I know your name. You’re Y/N.”
You lick your bottom lip as a small smile plays on the corner of your mouth. “there were a lot of students in your class last semester. I’m not very good at chemistry. Nor do I have a particularly memorable face.”
Spencer raised his eyebrows in disbelief. You gently placed a bandage on his cut. “You did very well in the class. And as for your face, it’s very memorable. More than memorable, honestly. It’s gorgeous—oh, no I didn’t—I don’t intend to be forward…”
“I think you got a memorable face too, Doc” You say, smiling as you sit knee to knee on the lab stools
“It’s Spencer,” He says, blushing as he nudged his hand forward to just barely touch yours
You stand, smiling as you do so, “Doc suits you. You’re kinda a legend and you’re really cute when you flush like that when I call you Doc”
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spritehouse · 7 months
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pt. 2 of "hey lex, how's it going?"
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<- part 1 | part 3 ->
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