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i have this metal rosegold bunny ring/pop socket on my phone and no one can convince me that ezreal wouldnt have it too
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Guys.
Y’all.
I…
I just. I just… i have discovered something. And I have laughed too much. I have laughed every time I have tried to explain it to someone. I cannot get through this.
Look. Okay.
There are two things you need to know, here.
First: There’s a style of Greek pottery that was popular during the Hellenic period, for which most of the surviving examples are from southern Italy. We call them ‘fish plates’ because, well, they’re plates, and they’re decorated with fish (and other marine life).
Like this one, currently in the Met:
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Or this one, currently in the Cleveland Museum of Art:
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They’re very cool. We’re not 100% sure what they were for, because most of the surviving ones were found as grave goods, but that’s a different post.
The second thing you need to know is that when we (Classics/archaeology/whatever as a discipline) have a collection of artefacts, like vases, sculptures, paintings, etc. and we do not know the name of the artist, but we’re pretty sure one artist made X, Y and Z artefacts, we come up with a name for that artist. There are a whole bunch of things that could be the source for the name, e.g. where we found most of their work (The Dipylon Master) or the potter with whom they worked (the Amasis Painter), a favourite theme (The Athena Painter), the Museum that ended up with the most famous thing they did (The Berlin Painter) or a notable aspect of their style. Like, say, The Eyebrow Painter.
Guess what kind of pottery the Eyebrow Painter made?
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"In the crooks of your body, I find my religion."
#oc: noelle#oc: avery#happy valentines day!!!!!!!11#the way avery looks at her#IM GONNA BE SICK#there is no place he'd rather be than to be wrapped around noelle#in game photos you will always be my greatest enemy#mysims#the sims community#simblr#sims 4#ts4#sims 4 edit#avery would be so panicked when it comes to valentines he spent most of his life wathcing his parents tear themselves apart#and has never allowed or wanted to have a connection with someone like he has with noelle#even tho he'd be freaking out he'd have this huge detailed plan#noelle would tell him to not worry about it and they can just hang out at her apartment like normal#and avery would be like uhhuh yeahh yeah all while thinking about the 100000 things he has planned#the day would start with them in the picture where they're wrapped up together enjoying each others warmth#they wouldn't be able to keep their hands off of each other#sorry they fuck nasty#avery would've already had flowers on their way to be delivered so when they get up for the morning they'd be ready for her#he'd pick out lisianthus because he researched they last longer and knows noelle loves flowers but gets sad when they die#after that avery would take her around the city to all of his favorite places all the places that make him happy#he couldn't think of any better gift than really opening himself up to noelle and allowing her to learn everything about him#he's never wanted anyone to learn or know anything about him until noelle#he'd have running commentary the entire time like how at a grocery store an old lady hit him with her purse#when he tried returning her wlalet she dropped because she thought avery stole it#“old bitch” “avery thats not nice” “she HIT me”#gfjhhjfjfhfj
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Bitches be like "I want you, I need you, my every being, my every atom  gravitates toward you, I don't know what I'd do without you, I cannot breathe when you are near-" and still be 10000% convinced that they're Not In Love.
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whilomm · 1 month
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"oh theres so much laios tentacle stuff" WHERE IS IT?? WHAT WEBSITES?? TELL ME
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courtesanofdeath · 5 months
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Sleepy Tricky Fox
happy birthday rukawa ~
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lilwnet · 4 months
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Spencer Dating a True Crime Fan: Headcanons
Summary: a true crime junkie and an FBI agent, the Universe must be laughing its lungs out. Some vague-ish headcanons on what it’s like to be in such a relationship. In general, the sweetest, most supportive boyfriend Spencer Reid, and caring, brilliant you.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader
Warnings: don’t think I went to extremes or described anything graphic, however, I’d recommend giving it a pass if you aren’t comfortable with anything true crime. Besides, it’s kinda long and isn’t proofread.
A/N: I’m not a native English speaker, and it’s frustratingly hard for me to speak — and write — good, authentic English, especially grammar- and punctuation-vise as my first language interferes heavily. Hence, beware because there are mistakes!
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When you say it to Spencer or he sees you getting interested in a book dedicated to a prolific murderer, he’s perplexed. Being exposed to so much evil in his life, he couldn’t wrap his head around the reason for you to be so invested in true crime.
Yet, when you explain it to him, he wonders if he’s a true crime fan, too.
For you, it’s always been quite fascinating why people resort to such a brutal, inhumane and cruel way of dealing with daily struggles; then, you say about “stranger danger”, your parents’ precautions and warnings that made you curious from the very young age why they are so focused — or overly focused — on safety. Finally, you want to understand why some people get high off killing others, meaning, you’d like to get a hang of their brain’s system, of their choices, life, history, psychological evaluation. In general, that coincides with what he does for a living.
I believe you wouldn’t know about his occupation at that point of your relationship. It’s pretty early on, quite possibly the first date when Spencer rather nervously asks you to tell more about yourself that you just blurt it out. The thing is, you’ve grown quite used to the fact that some people find you weird for taking a liking in such a dark topic. You thought, the earlier you say, the lesser it’d hurt if you were to go your separate ways.
However, Spencer surprises you. After your explanation, he seems to get it and then laughs genuinely as he realises how comical the situation is. If you meet through one of your mutual friends, Reid will question their sense of humor. If you meet randomly, he doesn’t know what to question, yet will get pumped up by fate’s unpredictable, always on-point turns.
You, a true crime junkie, is now dating an FBI agent, an SSA with BAU.
When he finally stops laughing and sees your bemused reaction, he proceeds to reveal his job, and you join the new wave of laughter.
After that, you talk about some cases he deals with, although you try your best to read, profile the agent to avoid pressuring him into reliving said crimes. Later on, the mutual agreement would be to only talk about it when both want to.
Surprisingly, Spencer feels like talking about it a lot, still he doesn’t resolve to graphical descriptions. He finds it soothing to share the story and push it right to the back of his head.
You, in turn, are a remarkably good, careful listener who doesn’t hide their emotions. You shed tears if it hits you hard, you comment when you believe a killer to be an absolute idiot, you make a face when you’re disgusted or annoyed.
Reid finds it refreshing; his colleagues, he himself, have built up façades as nonchalant, unfazed, gathered, their walls too high and thick for anyone to question the authority and experience.
Maybe it isn’t just the sharing part that helps him go through the hardest aspects of his job, but you, your mannerism and your presence.
What he likes most is how compassionate you are. You both believe the rationale for it is the amount of information you know about true crime.
When you discuss something — his case or something one of you has read — and you ask Reid about a victim’s family or focus on a victim’s background rather than a killer’s, he can’t help but hug you tight.
As an FBI agent, Spencer has gone to a couple of crime-related events, orchestrated by FBI or scrutinisingly arranged by ex-BAU agents, and he knows how little attention people pay to those who suffer the most. So, seeing you doing the exact opposite of what he encounters daily melts his heart.
Now, if you’re just a listener and/or a reader, he will ask you about your favourite podcasts or Youtube channels to buy a ticket — or tickets — to their shows or find you books about some perpetrators he believes you might find fascinating to study.
BUT if you’re doing a podcast or a Youtube show, or both, it’s a whole different story.
The minute you say it, Spencer is hooked on and ties himself in knots to find out more. You don’t show him an episode as you find it rather embarrassing, hence, Dr. Reid resolves to the only option he can think of.
Spencer asks Penelope to show him how to use Youtube or a podcast app. Garcia is surprised and eager to help, albeit upset when she realises Reid won’t say a word to explain his sudden interest in technology.
When he picks up the interface and the general idea of a website, he buys a new phone to have a chance to listen to your voice and to see you in both a Youtube box and a FaceTime box when he’s away on never-ending cases.
If you have a concept of doing something simultaneously while talking true crime — think of Bailey Sarian or MissMangoButt — he’d be so impressed. True crime is hard enough as there are many subtle, intricate details to elaborate on, and you do it almost effortlessly while focusing on something else at the same time!
(If you’re knitting, Spencer’ll ask you to knit something for him to see you do it while elaborating on a story, and he feels so soft inside, he can’t really explain why).
If you’re just telling a story, he’s as equally impressed. Spencer has a stage fear, a fear of public speaking, he’s camera shy. And you’re there talking, providing photos, your reaction is as real as when the two of you talk. You seem so natural at it.
Dr. Reid’s well-aware of every case you discuss or at least he has heard of them. He still listens or watches amid a) your style of telling a story; b) your humour and your mannerism; c) it’s you… how he can not listen to you or watch you? Apart from that, you’re doing something to spread awareness on never-decreasing crime rates.
Besides, he’s awestruck at the way you tell a story like some novelists do. An intriguing beginning, either slowly painting the surroundings for listeners or almost shoving them right into the midst of a case, then a build-up that leads to a climax and an end, letting your listeners know that some weirdos are held accountable or concluding that criminals never stop.
At first, the genuis listens to it when he’s home alone or in hotel/motel rooms after his own cases. Then, Spencer plucks up the courage to say he’s so proud of you and your work and provides you with a number of episodes he has watched or listened so far.
“I feel like I might become a true crime junkie because of you,” he’d joke. “Seriously, I would love to listen to all of them, but I don’t want to look, uh,” Reid stumbles over his words not to sound rude. “I don’t really want strangers or my colleagues to listen to what I’m listening to.”
Next thing Spencer knows you gift him two different pairs of wired headphones; the first goes with his phone, the second quickly reminds him of the headphones he once described as the only technology he has seen that he’d like to have.
Yeah, he’s a true crime junkie now, too, but he is your true crime junkie. Spencer watches all the episodes until he runs out of them and then waits patiently for the uploading day.
He grows so comfortable with your soothing voice, it helps him sleep. When you joke about something, Reid chuckles and, strangely, has no shame for it, even when five pairs of eyes stare at him, puzzled, while he sits comfortably with his eyes shut and his headphones in.
When he sees you doing some research or writing a script for another story, he won’t intervene unless you ask him to. He won’t be offended if you’re working things on your own — because why would he be? — but he’s so happy to give you a hand. To him, it means you value his ideas and opinion.
Spencer helps you find the information you need by just stating a fact or a detail you’ve spent an hour looking for, or scanning through your script if it seems shabby to you. In most cases, he says that you’re an overthinker, and everything is great, yet he does provide the critique to enhance your work.
If you have a concept similar to Payton Moreland’s “Binged” when she examines two cases on a common theme, he might suggest you cases to look at.
Sorry, but he’ll never join an episode, and you shouldn’t push him to.
Now, topics are heavy, still Spencer knows his limits and takes breaks when needed to avoid overstimulating his mind or getting increasingly anxious on daily basis.
Furthermore, he lets you accept that you need to have a rest, too, for the exact same reasons.
True crime aside, you still have so much to talk about, from gossips to carpet history.
Bonus: with Spencer slowly opening up to technology, you two exchange breakthroughs in cold cases.
For example, when the Golden State Killer was caught, you two spent the majority of the day connecting the dots and discussing the case, and the court hearing made you two shook.
He didn’t actually work that day, and neither did you, but who cares?
Hotch does, so you better keep low-profile.
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ghostboyhood · 7 months
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mrsackermannx · 1 year
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all about: levi and your curly hair…
for my curly people <3
tags: curly haired reader/and or poc reader, suggestive themes (breeding kink, mild sex), bullying mentions, micro aggressions, small ocd mention for levi, modern au! and dad! levi, fluffy drabble, afab reader but no specific body part mentions.
wc: 1.2k
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the first thing levi noticed about you was your hair, the way your curls glinted in the morning sun. whether it was tied back, or your curls were framing your face and falling in hypnotising waves. there was something about it that drove him crazy.
when you and levi finally moved in together, he watched curiously as you replaced both your pillowcases with silk ones. changed his hair towel to a micro fibre one, and stacked up your products on the shower shelf. that’s why you always smelled so fucking good, your deep masque, your conditioner, curl cream, all of it smelt so fucking amazing. it smelt like you and he loved it.
he even bought travel sizes of your conditioners for when he went away on business trips, just so he could smell you when he was away.
one time you told levi about the teasing you recieved through school, people calling your hair messy, wild, telling you should brush it out, straighten it. he was livid, how fucking dare they, “it’s perfect as it is.”
when you told him the flip side, people always asking to touch it, your lip curled when he said, “how stupid, you’re not an animal, people don’t ask to do that with straight hair.”
exactly.
“….they were jealous. your hair is beautiful there’s nothing messy about it.”
levi started to notice how people compliment curly hair, ‘so cool’ ‘wow it’s so crazy!’ just like you’d discussed with him. he hated that you’ve ever felt pressed to flatten your pretty curls away with heat because of stupid comments such as these amongst other things.
the idea of someone reaching out to touch you or your hair made his blood boil.
levi too thought the handling of another’s hair was intimate and or laced with love, he loved the care his mother would take with his hair as a child, making it neat for him, because otherwise he could not sleep knowing it was slightly uneven.
as an adult, levi came to quickly discover that he couldn’t relax without coiling his fingers through your curls at least once a day, watching them spring beautifully. even if it was just one. it was funny because you never thought you would like somebody playing with your hair, but you loved when levi did it, love in his fingertips, a lazy smile on his lips. springing his favourite curls while you cuddled after a long day.
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he remembers the first time you moved his hand to your hair, feeling your locks fall against his fingers, he rubbed at your scalp, smiling at the way you relaxed. he didn’t want to make it a big deal, but his heat was thudding. you’d been together not even six months yet, but this was more intimate than hand-holding to him.
carefully, he played with the curly lengths, gently, not tugging his fingers through it, no—he handled it with care. “your hair is so pretty,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. you tore your eyes away from the movie, your gaze softened.
Your mouth opened and then closed, before you simply smiled, “…thank you, levi.”
he switched you below him, your curls fanned about the sofa cushions, levi thought you looked like a princess, “im so fucking lucky, you are the most beautiful thing i have ever seen.”
that night as you made love, you urged levi to slot his fingers through the strands above your nape and pull. he did so, delighting in the way you moaned, melting into your embrace, telling you how beautiful you were and how good you were taking him.
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the first time levi washed your hair was after years of living together, when all the possible walls between a couple had dissolved. you were more comfortable with levi than you were alone and vice versa.
one week, you were swamped with work, tossing your hair into a ponytail every morning. levi noticed because he loves when your curls are out and free, they’re gorgeous. but he knows it’s a lot of work sometimes. so when you sighed as your finger caught a knot, tossing aside your silk scrunchie. he had already made his mind up.
levi had been watching youtube tutorials for this very moment. “want me to wash it for you?” he asked, tentatively.
“huh? you sure?” you answered, eyes shining.
“let me. it’s good i get the practise. plus, you know how to wash mine,” he shrugged simply, a sweet smile on his lips. “it’s no different, i should know how to take care of your hair too,” he added firmly, kissing your knuckles—hearing no complaints.
you nodded. and god were you shocked with how well levi had done. you were confused at first because he did it a little differently to you. slathering conditioner through your mid-lengths before his fingers worked your scalp, washing away the bubbles of your clarifying shampoo.
he watched your face scrunch curiously.
“it’s good to condition your hair before, so when the shampoo rinses through. your hair won’t get too dry.”
levi knew what he was talking about and it was fucking hot. “been reading up on this?”
“maybe,” he purred, detangling your hair tip to root. “ends to roots, just like you taught me,” he hummed cockily, working in your stylers with fínese.
“so pretty,” he murmured, though completely to himself, his fingers smoothing frizz away as he clumped your curls together with your wet brush. cupping each section and scrunching it into your microfibre towel, before squishing the water out.
“sorry, my hair takes so long,” you mumbled. levi normally waited for you to wash your hair, but he’s clingy even if he won’t admit it to anyone other than you.
“ill do it for you from now on, if you’ll let me.”
“if you don’t mind,” your cheeks were on fire, other than sex there was nothing more intimate than this.
“of course i don’t—i want to.”
when your hair was dried, you couldn’t believe how good it looked, you’d never seen it look so fucking good in fact. you’d gotten compliments all week, and a few people even stopped to ask of your routine.
you grew to love these rituals, it made you closer, you didn’t have to spend hours in the bathroom, moodily detangling your hair anymore. levi was an earnest learner as always. some soft music, candles, levi oiled your scalp, braided your hair before bed, massaged in your shampoo, come to think of it, you’d always washed his hair when you showered, he was right. why would it be any different?
“y’know earlier, you said—it’s good to get practise, what did you mean?”
he laid you down beneath him, pressing suggestive kisses along your jaw, “what’d’you think, sweetheart?”
“levi?”
you locked your arms around his neck, “well…when we’ve got curly haired brats running around here, i want to be able to-“
you pulled his lips down onto yours, and in minutes you were nothing but boneless and hoarse beneath him. “i love you, thank you for accepting every part of me.”
“i love all of you, down to every perfect detail.” he thrusted harder and delighted in your sounds.
“im ready f-for you to!”
he pressed his palm against your stomach, “how long have we wanted to do this,” he moaned, “how long have you wanted my cum in here?” his fingers worked on your clit.
“so so fucking long!”
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when you both had your first daughter, levi exclusively handled her hair in the mornings, doing the prettiest hairstyles with butterfly clips and hair pins. the teachers all cooed at levi when he did the school run, “…told us that daddy does her hair, is that right?”
they all crushed on him, so so hard.
levi grinned, pointing to his curly haired wife leant against the car, “mmhm, mommy’s too.”
he grinned as you waved over, already planning the detour to your favourite car sex spot.
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bonemeal12 · 6 months
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That one thing you know the thing with the guys
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twistedappletree · 6 months
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One thing I’m trying not to do in my fic is make adult LSZ a carbon copy of LWJ, especially with fighting.
Obviously, he learns guqin in canon but everyone just seems to have him do everything exactly like LWJ.
NO.
I refuse.
I’ll make him use his guqin and sword at the same damn time. I will have him physically knocking people upside the head with it inbetween playing. I’ll make him carve barriers of spiritual energy with the tip of his sword before ascending in the air like a whirlwind and using a mix of every damn cultivation style he’s learned while traveling. I’ll have him and Wen Ning seamlessly finessing the heck out of anyone who tries to mess with them.
I will make this kid god.
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moongothic · 6 months
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Lotta people wondering if there is correlation between "Haki can reverse DF status effects" and "Croc never used Haki" (-> "he can't use Haki lest it detranses him"), and while plausible
I do want to ask, do y'all think Haki could reverse what Shinobu did to Momonosuke? No, this is related I swear
Like my logic is that there's generally speaking two types of Devil Fruit abilities
there's ones that create "temporary status effects" onto others, either wearing off with time or if the user passes out/dies/undoes the ability (Foxy, Sugar, Bonney etc)
ones that change you permanently and won't become undone even if the user died (though some may still be reversible by the original user) (Hancock, Shinobu etc)
And as we know, Haki can reverse those temporary status effects, as we see Law do with the Sickness Doc Q inflicted on him and his crew, right
So the question is, while Haki can reverse the temporary changes, can it also break through those (mostly) irreversible changes? Do you think Momonosuke could reverse Shinobu's Ripening ability and deage himself if he mastered his Haki?
Because I feel like, if not, Crocodile could totally use Haki (if he can in the first place) without it undoing Iva-chan's HRT, because Iva-chan's HRT is supposed to be permanent, it doesn't wear off, the only way to reverse it is supposed to be by Iva-chan's own hands
But if Momonosuke could deage himself again by mastering his Haki, then I feel like Crocodile could indeed be in trouble
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claudethecrabdemoness · 3 months
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SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP someone else shares my hc and made a video!!??? ASKSKDHAHAJSA VOICE OF GOD-
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lord-squiggletits · 11 days
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It's so funny to me how mad people get about Optimus punching Prowl's eye out because 1. he didn't 2. even if he did it would've been fully deserved lmao
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deus-ex-mona · 2 months
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i need a moment i think i need to rewatch yujiro waking aizo up at 6am another 10 times to feel normal again
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heich0e · 1 year
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consumed by the thought of poly!au bounty hunters vash and wolfwood out on a job far away from home, trying to sleep and both of them are just staring up as they lie on their backs side by side
vash opens his mouth to say something and nicholas immediately cuts him off with a curt "i know," rolling onto his side and so his back is facing vash, hiding his expression even though it's too dark to see it anyway and waiting a moment before adding a much quieter "...i miss her too."
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