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tinytaissa · 2 years

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Introverts are collectors of thoughts, and solitude is where the collection is curated and rearranged to make sense of the present and future.

Laurie Helgoe, “Revenge of the Introvert.“ Psychology Today. (via weltenwellen)

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tinytaissa · 2 years

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ZOEY DEUTCH AS ERICA VANDROSS IN FLOWER (2017)

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tinytaissa · 2 years

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ooc; now that criminal minds is making a return maybe i should too 👀

#{ ooc }#it’s rly been 2 years since i last posted damn

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tinytaissa · 3 years

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Zoey Deutch in Justin Bieber’s Anyone (2020)

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tinytaissa · 3 years

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fifty ways to kiss someone. send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because yours is running out of time.

…because mine is.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

#{ meme }

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tinytaissa · 3 years

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WINTER & HOLIDAY STARTERS [ accepting ] @mischiefxmanagcd: ⛸️ – our muses go ice skating - Derek!

The rink was like a second home to her. Growing up in Chicago had guaranteed that, and even years living away couldn’t take that away from her. She was quick to lace up her rental skates, testing her weight on the blade, and then taking off across the ice. “It’s gonna be summer by the time you get your butt out here,” she called to her friend as she expertly swivelled around on her blades to face him.

#mischiefxmanagcd #{ c: derek morgan }

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tinytaissa · 3 years

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WINTER & HOLIDAY STARTERS [ accepting ] @oldmcncy: ⭐ our muses get dressed up for a holiday party - Weston

Taissa stared up at her friend, hands on her chin, eyes narrowed in careful thought. After a good five seconds, she finally shook her head in disapproval. “Mmm... No. I liked the last sweater. It was uglier. You know no one’s going to be wearing anything like it.”

#oldmcncy #{ c: weston miles }

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tinytaissa · 3 years

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WINTER & HOLIDAY STARTERS [ accepting ] @boohms: 👼 – our muses go to church services

“I didn’t think you’d come, honestly.” Taissa was never one to invite others to Christmas service, or even regular service. She didn’t like the idea of forcing obligation to participate in her religion upon anyone. Not that she was much of a loyal attendee these days, but still. It was good, though. She’d never say it out loud, but she always thought Jet could use some religion. “What changed your mind?”

#boohms #{ c: jet sommer }#{ v: fuck supes }

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tinytaissa · 3 years

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“It’s cool. I’m glad you called.” Taissa’s hand gripped the steering wheel, but she made no move to start the car, sitting in silence as the rain poured outside. Her concerned amber eyes flickered over the girl, taking in the state of her but deciding not to pass a remark about it. “You wanna tell me what’s going on?” Her voice was calm, gentle, no judgment.

Open to: f/m/nb

“Thanks for picking me up.” Ignoring the makeup on her face and the general state of her, Penny stared at the motel that she just did not want to step foot back into before turning her eyes back to her savior in the driver’s seat. “I really needed to get out of there.”

#pxnnyhart #{ c: penny hart }

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tinytaissa · 3 years

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Amber eyes narrowed as Taissa studied the woman before her in a mix of concern and curiosity. Her fingers fidgeted with the strap of her satchel on her shoulder, almost awkwardly, feeling like she’d intruded on a private moment and wasn’t supposed to be there. But Fred had called her earlier that day. “Now I know you wax poetic when you’re drunk.” A poor attempt at humour. “But seriously, though, are you okay?”

@tinytaissa sent 58 for a spotif.y wrapped starter , accepting !

the laughter bubbles out of her the wrong way — tone-deaf, ominous in a sense: like it’s a corpse speaking, like it’s an echo on a sounding board. “i outlived my expiration date”, smile fading, she drowns it in a sip of whiskey. “imagine my surprise”.

▷ feat. typhoon / prosthetic love.

#stfreds #{ c: fred dawson }

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tinytaissa · 3 years

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look how i’m livin’ now. look what i’m whipping now. DON’T CATCH YOU SLIPPIN’ NOW. look what i’m whipping now. look how i’m livin’ now.

Independent OC from The Boys. Penned by Tess. Template credit.

#!!!!! yiss

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tinytaissa · 3 years

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Winter & Holiday Starters ❄️

Send one and I’ll write a starter based on:

⛄️ – our muses build a snowman together ❄️ – our muses get snowed in and the electricity goes out 🍗 – our muses have to cook a holiday dinner together 🍷– our muses wake up hungover after an office party and don’t remember what happened ✈️ – our muses go on a holiday vacation together 🎅 – one of our muses is dressed as santa and the other sits in their lap 💔 – our muses are both single on christmas 🎄 – our muses decorate for christmas 🍪 – our muses bake cookies together 🎁 – our muses exchange presents 🎤 – one of our muses tries to get the other to sing christmas carols 💋 – our muses kiss under the mistletoe ⛸️ – our muses go ice skating 👼 – our muses go to church services 💲 – our muses go to the mall together to shop for presents ⭐– our muses get dressed up for a holiday party

#{ meme }#;; PLEASE #;; T would like some cute xmas feels

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tinytaissa · 3 years

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closed starter // @redruined

Bruised ribs and knuckles could only mean that it was Thursday. At this point, almost five years into the job, Taissa wore her field injuries like a badge of honour. A grimace crossed her face as she pushed herself up onto the seat of the stretcher, her bones aching in protest. The process was second nature to her by now, and while she once would recoil at the sight of a needle, tonight she stretched her arm out willingly for whichever paramedic was on the scene, an obedient subject for whatever they needed to do to make sure she was cleared to go home. “Alright. Let’s get this over with.”

#redruined #{ c: valeria guerra }

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tinytaissa · 3 years

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ssa-ahotchner:

She seemed taken aback by his words, so much so that he felt for a minute he might have misjudged the conversation and her recent ostracization from the rest of the class. But when he saw the flushed color tinge her cheeks, he knew he may have hit home. Perhaps a little too close to home, but he wanted her to know she wasn’t alone, and that a family did not make a person who they are- they choose that themselves. He politely turned his back to her, digging in the pocket of his slacks for the keys to lock the door, giving her a moment if she needed one. At the sound of Robert Hall’s name, he frowned, turning back to her with a softened expression. The older man spoke gently, pocketing the keys and walking slowly with her towards the parking lot. “I know a thing or two about having father that more than missed the mark. A father who haunted my nightmares. In fact, in my senior year of high school, I nearly killed him.” He glanced her way, not usually sharing his past with anyone, but feeling the vulnerability on his part may be of some benefit to her. He wanted to keep her from making the same mistakes he had in life. “I just want you to know you’re not living in anyone’s shadow, unless you choose to.” A rare smile flitted across his lips. “We are not our parents, and letting them rule our lives by holding resentment and hate for them, only damages ourselves.” They’d reached the edge of the parking lot and he turned to face her. “Forgive me if I overstepped, I just wanted to pass on some wisdom that I wish someone had given me when I was in your shoes a many ago.” He offered her his hand for a handshake, his customary partying curtesy. “Have a good day Miss Spencer, and keep up the good work. The FBI needs great minds like yours.”

Leave it to Agent Hotchner to hit the nail right on the head. If anyone could have figured out exactly what was going through Taissa’s mind, it was probably going to be one of the mentors. What did she expect in a building full of agents who were specifically trained to read minds? She was stunned by his confession; it was one thing to admit that his father wasn’t the most morally upstanding citizen, but to say that he’d driven him to the point of contemplating murder? As conflicted as she felt over Robert Hall, the thought hadn’t even crossed her mind. She didn’t feel like she had the right to judge, though.

Taissa felt grateful, truly she did. It wasn’t often someone talked straight to her. Never, really. Knowing that someone senior was looking out for her, and understood where she came from, was a huge weight lifted off her shoulders. She was so deep in thought over his words that she was half a second late to return the handshake.

“I appreciate it, sir... Gave me a lot to think about,” she admitted with a slightly sheepish smile.

#ssa ahotchner #{ c: aaron hotchner }#{ v: quantico }

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tinytaissa · 3 years

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ofmusingsxandmayhem:

Tay held her for as long as she wanted to be held, only pulling back once she moved away from him of her own choice. He looked down at the young girl and saw the redness in her eyes from the crying she had done. It made him angry, knowing that this pain, these tears, this hurt that she was experiencing had been caused by her own father. Regardless of his intentions, there was no way he could have not realised what the truth would do to her.

“Hey now, don’t you be apologising to me, alright?” he replied, reaching up and brushing away a stray tear before pushing some of her hair behind her ear. “You listen to me, ok? No matter what happens, no matter what the truth in this is, you and your mum will always have me right here. This is an awful situation right now, and neither of you deserve it, but you’re gonna get through it. I promise. It’ll take time, but you’ll be alright.”

The tears eventually subsided, the heaving quietened down as Taissa listened to the soothing baritone of her friend’s words. She knew deep down that he was right, that all things would pass in time, including this shitstorm of a situation. It was just so hard to believe that right now.

She grabbed one of her massive stuffed animals, pulling the soft panda close to her chest, and finally managed to look him in the eye. “How are you so sure of everything, Tay?”

#ofmusingsxandmayhem #{ c: tay henderson }#{ v: young blood }

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tinytaissa · 3 years

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oldmcncy:

It was impossible for Weston to not be influence by Taissa, which resulted in him looking down at her and offering her a smile. “It’s good background noise when I cook,” he replied with a shrug. “But the real fan is my mother, although I think that nowadays there is now a phenomenon where all mothers are just absolutely obsessed with it.” He recalled reading about it online, which he found rather funny.

“We should get to work. Take some… Samples to the lab and start getting some answers. I already called someone so we could maybe have some lunch and then check the missing people database and come up with some explanations.“ Weston had been doing that already, but he didn’t want to get too ahead of himself. “You like waffles, right?“

Taissa had a feeling that her mother in particular wouldn’t be quite the fan of the crime investigation channel. After her dad was incarcerated, even the mere thought of anything to do with police would send Grace Spencer into an anxious spin that often involved obsessive cleaning. Needless to say, she didn’t respond well to Taissa’s decision to become law enforcement.

“Sounds good,” Taissa nodded in agreement to their next steps, typing furiously into her phone as she sent out some directives to the lab. “Are you kidding? If I could eat only one thing for the rest of my life, it’d be waffles. Lead the way, good sir.”

#oldmcncy #{ c: weston miles }

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tinytaissa · 3 years

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beckylynch: SET IT UP (2018)

SET IT UP (2018)

#{ visage }#; this is t but with dogs and shitty romcoms

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