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[heyniniy]

oie,faz Locks do Ten pôr favor (WayV) ♡

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[sooforme9]

#photographers on tumblr #original photographers #Détails du tableau #Malvue #Up Ten iQ #image de l'indifférent #trois troupeaux

[swolpirate]

They make me SICK😫

#bumbleby #yangxiaolong #blake belladonna #rwby ice queendom #rwby iq spoilers #rwby #That one scene rejuvenated my skin for the next ten years

[proudfreakmetarusonniku]

also i saw transfem katara stuff and that is truly inspired. 10/10. she is also transfem. based.

#genuinely ten million iq #atla

[sooforme5]

#photographers on tumblr #Up Ten iQ

[cerealandchoccymilk]

hello queers (derogatory) ive stepped into yet another fandom

#its charisma house.......... #my friend was talking about it like a month ago #she said 'if you dont drop your iq by a few ten points you wont be able to keep up' #happened to come across a music video on youtube..................she was right #- 93 #- shadow

[madamecercle]

Cet hiver - — partant d'une photographie de Up Ten iQ

#image absente #Up Ten iQ #2022 #MadameCercle #artists on tumblr

[magnetictapedatastorage]

shout out to people who enunciate REALLY hard when they talk. it’s like big font without being louder

#top ten posts that make me sound like i have the iq of a jar of mayo

[curetapwater]

*punches several holes in the wall* Hate the way I see Rouge get reduced to her body aughguguh SHE'S A CHARACTER!!!!! SHE'S A GREAT CHARACTER!!!!!!!!! TREAT HER LIKE ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#my little sister told me she was watching a ''top ten best sonic characters'' video #and in the entry for rouge they just talked about her appearance and called her a bimbo #bimbo?? BIMBO????? #SHE'S SO FUCKING SMART WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING TALKING ABOUT #SHE TRICKED A MAN WITH 300 IQ WHO BUILDS FUCKOFF GIANT SUPERMECHS AS A HOBBY FUCK RIGHT OFF #vent

[dijongrande]

#photographers on tumblr #2021 #Dijon #personnalité #Up Ten iQ

[sooforme2]

4001, est-ce assez ou faut-il continuer ?

#artists on tumblr #2013 #Up Ten iQ

[sooforme9]

#photographers on tumblr #original photographers #Up Ten iQ #trois troupeaux

[gaymothman]

i was gonna make a post like "with skinamarink getting popular and people comparing it to house of leaves i'm gonna gatekeep that book" but what the fuck am i talking about that book gatekeeps itself, only the most dedicated reading comprehending bitches can crack open a manuscript in thesis style academic writing and piece it together with the paranoid ramblings of an insane tattoo artist in the footnotes to figure out the plot of that monster

#part of me wants to gatekeep bc i don't want people babygirlifying the characters or completely missing the point in egregious annoying ways #the other part of me is thankful bc i don't think the 10 IQ babygirlifiers and missing the point ppl would make it thru the first ten pages

[madamecercle0]

Cet hiver - — partant d'une photographie de Up Ten iQ

#image absente #Up Ten iQ #2022 #MadameCercle #artists on tumblr

[sooforme5]

#photographers on tumblr #Up Ten iQ #— reste

[happyhauntt]

a grey day — spencer reid.

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─── summary: spencer meets the newest member of the department.

─── pairing: spencer reid x autistic!medical examiner!reader.

─── warnings: fluff, reader is autistic & a mom, spencer's iq gets slashed to sixty when he talks to pretty girls and it's my favourite thing. no use of y/n. reader is performing an autopsy so mentions of blood but nothing too graphic.

─── word count: 1.3k.

     YOU KNOW IT'S A GREY DAY before you even manage to open your eyes.

     And really, you’re expecting it  ━  this whole week has been filled with pale pink and lime green with solid, unwavering turquoise blobs in the middle, because you started your new job on Monday and the apprehension, the excited, the nausea, they've all been stirring up inside you for days now.

     Waking up to a grey day doesn't hit you as hard as it usually would.

     Still, you feel sluggish when you drag yourself out of bed ten full minutes after your alarm has gone off. The shower is a no-go this morning  ━  if you’re honest with yourself, the shower is a no-go most mornings, when your skin feels soft and sensitive and your brain can't cope with the idea of a barrage of hot water raining down on you  ━  so you slap on some deodorant and spray some dry shampoo in your hair, tugging it up into a rough ponytail.

     You take your time with your makeup, though; strawberry lipgloss and lots of concealer, a heaping of eyeliner and your favourite gold hoop earrings are exactly what you need to feel better. When you step out into the hallway wearing your comfiest black jeans and a jumper that's probably smart enough to pass the dress code, hearing your daughter giggling in the kitchen, the grey day lightens a little.

     It gets even better when your sister-in-law presses a travel mug of iced coffee into your hands.

     "Jackie, I fucking adore you," you say around a mouthful of delicious, soul-quenching caffeinated goodness. You’d half-expected Jackie to have something planned. Four years of living together means that Jackie tends to know about your off days before you do.

     The other woman suppresses a smile, coupled with a sharp look. "There's a three-year-old right there!"

     You snort, waving your hand nonchalantly. As if you don't have this conversation every single day. "Nellie knows not to repeat what I say." You turn to your daughter, your heart swelling three sizes as the little girl at the kitchen table looks up from her drawing. "Nell, baby, what am I always telling you?"

     "Don't go home with strangers."

     "Well, yeah, but I meant the other thing."

     The little girl brightens, revealing a missing front tooth. "If Aunt Jackie won't say it, then I shouldn't say it."

      You giggle, scurrying over to drop a kiss on your daughter's forehead. "Exactly right, my little love."

     When you turn back toward the kitchen counter, your sister-in-law's face is painted with an affronted look, her mouth half-open. "I can say bad words!"

      You wrinkle your nose. "I'll believe that when I see it."

     By the time you leave the house, sliding into your car with a second cup of iced coffee in hand, the day has lightened to a pale blue. You hope it will stay that way.

     "YOU LOOK SO TIRED, DUDE."

     Well, alright, he'll admit it wasn't the first thing he was expecting to hear when he entered the coroner's office. It's been a while since he ventured down to the morgue, sure, but Dr. Peterson has never talked to him like that before, and he's fairly certain not that much has changed in the three-or-so weeks it's been.

     And Spencer's observant. He prides himself on being able to notice things, tiny details other people seem to miss, things that are so obvious to him that he can't comprehend how normal people can't see them.

     So if anyone asks, he'll never admit that it took a full twelve seconds before he realised that the girl in the white lab coat, elbow-deep in an open chest cavity, is definitely not Dr. Peterson.

     "Uh..."

     It's the most intelligent response he can muster in the moment.

     "It's okay," you add, hardly bothering to look up from the corpse. "I'm tired too. And you're not the worst-looking guy in the room." You jerk your head at the dead guy on the table. "Although I'd say that's a pretty low bar, all things considered."

     "Where's Dr. Peterson?"

     "He retired. Or got a promotion, I think? Not totally sure." You shrug, raising an eyebrow at him. "I thought I'd met most of the department already, but I don't recognise you.” You tell him your name, squinting at him through your plastic glasses.”I’m the new... coroner, medical examiner, pathologist, dancing monkey? They didn't totally specify the position when they offered it, which I think says more about me than anything else."

     Spencer blinks. He's not totally sure he's ever met anyone who could talk nearly as fast as him before. "Dr. Spencer Reid, Behavioral Analysis Unit. Nice to meet you."

     "Oh, cool!" The liver in your hands gives a wet squelch as you drop it into a metal dish. "I'm under the BAU! I answer to your Section Chief, um, Agent Strauss? She's a little harsh, huh? I'd, uh, shake your hand, but..." You hold both hands up, mimicking a surrender, showing off the blue medical gloves slick with blood.

     An inkling of a smile creeps onto Spencer's face. "I don't shake hands."

     "That's fair," you say with a shrug. "Can I help you, Dr. Reid, or did you get lost looking for the cafeteria?"

     “No, actually.” He remembers the files he was supposed to show you and reaches into his satchel. The intensity of your gaze is like lasers on his skin and he can’t help but fumble, almost sending a stack of documents scattering across the floor.

     When he looks back up at you, cheeks flushed rosy, your stare hasn’t wavered even slightly. Amusement lingers in your eyes.

     He clears his throat and holds out the files as if they are a peace offering. He doesn’t quite understand whether a battle has been fought, but he definitely feels like he lost one. “Hotch— uh, Agent Hotchner sent the Howard County ME’s report on the Richardson case. He wanted you to look it over and sign off before they file it for the District Attorney.”

     You nod at him. The corner of your mouth quirks a little at his stuttering. You’re not sure you’ve ever been so immediately endeared to somebody before, but there he is, blinking at you like a deer caught in headlights. It’s so adorable.

     “Sure, I can do that,” you say. “Just pop it on the desk over there and I’ll get on with it when I’m done here. Can’t get any bodily fluids on the paperwork, y’know? That’d be a nightmare.”

     The volume of your laugh startles him, and he jerks slightly. The sound of it is loud and warm and it should really freak him out, considering you’re wrist-deep in a cadaver and cackling like a maniac, but it doesn’t. It’s actually kind of sweet.

     “If that’s all, Dr, Reid, I’d like to finish rooting through this guy’s insides so I can sew him back up.” Your words are an obvious dismissal, but he doesn’t feel offended, not with the kind smile still adorning your features.

     He nods and backs away. His feet feel a little numb. “Sure thing. I’ll, uh, catch you later. Have fun!”

     “I’m sure I will.”

     You sound like you’re about to laugh again. Have fun, really? He knows he’s fairly inept when it comes to women, but have fun? He scurries out of the morgue and back into the land of the living, and as Spencer boards the elevator all he can think is that he’s so glad Derek wasn’t there to witness that.

     He’s certain he’d never live it down.

     Meanwhile you resume your autopsy with an odd, fuzzy feeling in your chest. You start to hum beneath your breath, a song that must have played on the radio while you were driving to work.

     Your grey day feels a little pink at the edges.

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