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The world wonât get serious about this unless a post goes viral and thatâs sad af You rather talk about a vine video or popular culture ok thatâs fine and all but thereâs a cure for HIV/Aids and america is lying There is a cure for HIV/Aids and no one will spread the news for those who are diagnosed with it, so that THE WORLD COULD WAKE TF UP There is hope for those who have been diagnosed with a disease that may have given them 20 or so years to live For the first time in the history of the world thereâs is a possible preventative cure for one of the most deadliest viral diseases
Doesnât matter were you grew up. Doesnât matter the country or continent you came from. Smart people are all over the world and news flash they discover things all the time. Iâm really proud of this man though anyway he is going to help so many people.
chamomile: soft bed sheets and white pillowcases, pointe shoes, peach flavoured lipbalm, stays up way too late to finish books, listens to tchaikovsky, goes through life in a daze but wishes they could be fully present
green tea: autumn trees, being outdoors, misty forests and moonlight, stars peaking through window frames, kind of just wants to be left alone, kind of wants to be a faerie or a forest nymph
english breakfast: ocean waves, sunshine, kindness overflowing in their hearts, wants the world to be nice to them for once, wishes people would stop mistaking their optimism for naivetĂŠ
darjeeling: neon lights and short skirts, probably one too many vodka shots, has the same crush for seven years but never acts on it, tries very hard to be okay, always tired, probably listens to music 24/7
jasmine: colour-coded schedules, procrastination (but good grades, somehow), taking too much on at once, easily burnt out, insomnia, wishes they could take all the subjects and learn everything at once, wants to own a library
oolong: travel journals and inkstains, lacy curtains, wanderlust and a wish for adventure, an overactive imagination, getting in trouble for daydreaming in class, constantly trying to soothe their aching soul
earl grey: red lipstick, high heels, slow music, loves poetry and class-assigned literature, either heartbroken or hopelessly in love- no in between, likes the smell of cigarette smoke and burnt out matchesÂ
The myth of Achilles, but instead of holding him by the heel, Thetis sumberges him fully so that Achilles is completely invulnerable and Thetis has one invulnerable hand.
But there would still be two small parts of him that are vulnerable because they were covered by her fingertips at the time, stopping the water from touching them. Which means those fingertips are also vulnerable on her handÂ
Achilles *putting those little round band-aids on two parts of his ankle before battle*
Thetis *knitting fingertip oven mitts for her thumb and forefinger*
What if she put him in a sack and dunked him in? The water would saturate the sack and soak him and so long as she pulled him out quick, he wouldn't drown. Then they'd have a sack that's invulnerable too and can be used as the most unexpected shield ever.
Imagine Achilles storming Troy with one (1) invulnerable sack for a shield
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hi! request, spencer xfem!reader? reader works at the bau but spencer isnât there (mutual crush or beginning of relationship) so she swings by his apartment to see he has a stomach flue so she helps and takes care of him? fluff?
Chicken Soup
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader
Category: Fluff
TW: None :)
Word Count: 1,925
A/N: Iâm so so very sorry for how long this took. I ruptured my appendix right after I got this request then started classes again and all of a sudden it was October! But itâs done now and we are on the road to being on top of our shit again! Woo! (I may or may not have posted this during math class too oops)
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Spencer had given you a key to his apartment a few months ago. After Penelope was shot, you really struggled being alone in your apartment. So, you found yourself knocking on Spencerâs door after a long case. More often than not, you stayed the night. Over time, youâd brought a few things to keep there for when you did sleep over. While Spencer was no Derek Morgan, protector-of-all, kicking-doors-in-and-taking-names, he knew how to distract you from the darkness you both saw on a daily basis. And on the worst nights, he held you after your nightmares.
You had tried to return the key once you could finally be alone again. Spencer refused, insisting you were welcome to come and go as you pleased. So you did, often bearing gifts as you walked through the door. Sometimes coffee, a home cooked meal, or maybe a movie.Â
The two of you had always been close. You had a habit of befriending the misfits and bringing them out of their shells. It also helped that people seemed to find you easy to talk to. You canât name how many times an acquaintance has spilled their soul to you just because you âseem really approachableâ.Â
And yet, after months of spending most of your days off together and you having a key to his apartment, it took nearly the entire BAU team, excluding Hotch, holding an intervention of sorts to force you two to address the fact that you clearly liked each other and what you were currently doing, was dating.
That led to an awkward evening back at his apartment, trying to talk things through. You knew Spencer didnât exactly have a lot of experience with relationships and honestly, you didnât have a lot of experience with healthy ones. After an excruciating half hour of awkward silence and âwell, what do you think?â back and forth, Spencer just took your face in his hands and kissed you.Â
Youâd been officially together since then. Over the past few weeks, the two of you had established a little routine at work. He usually beat you there on nights you didnât stay with him. Heâd grab you both coffee and leave yours at your desk with a little drawing on a sticky note. The little creatures he drew were odd looking and sometimes a bit scary, but you still found yourself storing the sticky notes away in one of the drawers in your desk.Â
Today, you were running late after an accident on the freeway put you much further behind schedule than you wouldâve liked. As you stepped out of the elevator on the sixth floor, you scanned the room for his mop of curly hair, coming up empty.
âSpence isnât with you?â JJ asked, looking concerned as she hoisted the case files she was carrying higher into her arms.Â
âNo, I stayed home last night because I had to finish some laundry I was putting off. Is he not here?â you tried to ignore the surge of panic that began to flow through you. While it was highly unlikely anything had happened to him, heâd been held captive before. In your line of work, it wasnât completely off the table. You and JJ locked eyes, slight worry laced in both of your eyes.Â
âHotch hasnât heard from him, I just figured you had,â she said.Â
âNo, Iâll call him now.â
You beelined for the empty conference room before calling your boyfriend. âY/N?â Spencer croaked, picking up on the fourth ring.Â
You quickly realized he was sick. After hanging up and reassuring Spencer youâd be there as fast as you could, ignoring his protests that you need to be at work, you found yourself in Hotchâs office.
âLook, we donât have a case and if we get one, I can be back here, ready to go in twenty minutes flat. Itâs just, he doesnât take care of himself as it is and heâs likely downplaying how sick he really is-â you started off, rambling off excuses.
âY/L/N,â Hotch said, cutting you off. âItâs fine. Just take your paperwork with you. Iâll have Garcia call you if we get a case, okay?â
âThank you so much, Sir,â you said, heading back to your desk to grab your things. You didnât need to take the day off to go take care of your sick boyfriend. However, your boyfriend was rarely sick. In the time that youâve known him, youâd never seen him sick. Ever. You attributed it to his heightened awareness of the spread of germs and his commitment to handwashing.Â
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On your way back to Spencerâs apartment, you made a quick pit stop at the local grocery store, picking up a few ingredients for your normal go to comfort foods.Â
You set the bags down when you reached his apartment door, fishing your key out of your bag. You opened the door to find a full sink and no sign of Spencer. You set the groceries on the counter before peeking into his bedroom.Â
Spencer was dead asleep, curled into the fetal position under his comforter and an additional three throw blankets. His hair was damp and matted on his forehead. There was a tense look on his sleeping face, brows furrowed and frowning. You stepped into the room, moving to situate yourself next to him on the bed. Gently, you brushed a few strands of hair from his forehead. âY/N?â Spencer mumbled out, not yet opening his eyes. You leaned down to place a soft peck on his forehead, causing him to open his eyes. âI told you not to come,â he said sleepily, trying his best to sound stern.Â
âAs if I wouldnât. How are you feeling, baby?â you asked, voice still hushed.Â
âI have a fever. Itâs probably the flu. Which means youâre going to get sick too,â he started, propping himself up on his elbows and pulling himself out of your gentle grasp.
You rolled your eyes before climbing all the way onto the bed and guiding him to rest back on your chest. âIf I can handle kicking ass on a daily basis, I can handle a measly little cold. Now shut up and let me take care of you.â
Spencer huffed under his breath before settling his head on your chest, right over your heart. You could feel him relax as he listened to the steady pace of your heartbeat, drifting off to a more peaceful sleep. His eyebrows relaxed as you stroked his hair.Â
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You werenât sure how long you were asleep when you woke up, checking Spencerâs bedside clock to see it had only been about two hours. Instinctively, you checked your phone, making sure you hadnât missed any calls from Hotch. By some miracle, you had no new notifications. Maybe just this once, the universe would give you a day to take care of your sick boyfriend without having to race off to play hero.Â
Spencer was fast asleep, his breathing even and slow. You smiled to yourself before slipping out of his bed and resting his hand back against the pillows. You could lay there all day as he slept, but you knew you needed to start cooking now so heâd have something to eat when he finally emerged from his slumber.Â
Your mother had always made homemade soup when you were sick. It was cheesy as hell, but it was what you knew. So you got to work cutting up the vegetables you brought from the store as you popped the chicken in the over. You hummed to yourself as you cooked, dancing around aimlessly and singing into the butcher knife in your hand.Â
âShould I be concerned that you use knives as microphones?â Spencer asked, shuffling from his room, wrapped in a blanket. You froze, striking an Elvis pose with your knife as you smiled at him. His voice was less groggy now and he seemed to be a little more awake.
âThank you, thank you very much,â you imitated Elvis, giggling a bit as you returned to chopping vegetables. âAnd listen, a girl has to make do with whatever makeshift mic she can find,â you teased, âAre you hungry?â
Spencer scrunched his face just enough for you to sense he still didnât have an appetite. Regardless, he needed to eat. âI donât need to be a genius to tell you how important it is that you get nutrients into your body-â
âYeah, yeahâ he grumbled, making his way to a cabinet behind you. He grabbed a sleeve of saltines from the middle shelf before hoisting himself onto the counter next to where you were slicing. âWhat are you making? It smells good.â
âChicken soup,â
He hummed in acknowledgement, placing a cracker in his mouth. You smiled to yourself as the two of you sat in silence, you cutting up some celery and him munching on a cracker. You didnât often get much domestic time together. With your work schedules, you didnât have a lot of free time to begin with. Mostly, youâd do something quiet and low energy. It was hard to remember the last time you got to just be in each otherâs presence while you did normal people things.
âWhat are you smiling around?â Spencer asked, looking at you inquisitively.Â
You looked up at him, breaking into a bigger smile. âItâs nice, getting to just be with you on a weekday, making lunch. Iâd rather you werenât sick, of course, but we havenât had a day off in forever.â
He grinned back at you, taking a moment to brush a strand of hair that escaped your bun behind your ear. âI love you,â he said plainly, making you feel all warm and fuzzy inside.
Youâd both said I love you before, but you still felt the same butterflies as the first time he said it. You couldâve stayed like that for the rest of time, reveling in his gaze. However, the oven beeped, letting you know the chicken was done.Â
âI have to get that,â you whispered out, hating to remove your face from his light touch.Â
You pulled the chicken from the oven before shooing Spencer out of the kitchen and back into bed, convincing him to get some more rest as you finished the soup.
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As you lounged on the sofa with Spencerâs head in your lap later that evening, it dawned on you that Hotch never texted. You actually got a real day off. You stroked Spencerâs hair softly, twirling some of his little curls between your fingers. âWhatâs that song?â Spencer asked, shifting to look up at you. You furrowed your eyebrows at him, clearly confused. âYouâve been humming something, I donât recognize it,â he said.
You stopped for a moment, realizing it was the same song your mom used to sing you when you were sick. âIâm not actually sure what itâs called,â you admitted, âMy mom used to sing it to me when I was sick. I donât remember the words anymore, just the melody.â
Spencer nodded in agreement, still staring up at you.Â
âWhat?â you asked.
He shook his head. âNothing, I just love you, thatâs all.â
âI love you more.â
He leaned up to give you a quick kiss, his lips far less chapped after you spent the day pumping him full of liquids and hot soup. He laid back on your lap, tuning back into the silly cartoon on the television screen. Your hands found their way back into his hair again, sighing contently.
admittedly I donât normally like modern shakespeare adaptations but once I went to see my cousin in a midsummer nightâs dream and it opened with a high schooler saying âI donât wanna read this playâ so he sits down and eats an entire chipotle burrito on stage and then immediately falls asleep and the play begins but instead of the forest the faeries all hang out in a rainforest cafe TM and at one point in the middle of a scene the guy from the beginning just slowly drifts across the back of the stage on a skateboard, staring at all the characters as the events of the play transpire in the form of some sort of chipotle-induced coma lucid dream
Oh buddy ITâS ABOUT TO BE. I am like, 98% sure this was my high schoolâs production and Iâve got photos and video clips like craaaazyâŚ
Here are some fun additions⌠the Mechanicals were also based on the characters of The Breakfast Club (here I am below, eating an actual Captain Crunch and Pixie Stix sandwich on stage.)
âŚand the one on the longboard was actually our Puck - he rode it through the whole play in the background. Please note his âForest Cafeâ shirt⌠which we also had logos for on the cups.
âŚand we had both a flash mob at the end AND an interlude where myself and one of the other Fairies danced to âSexy and I Know Itâ while we were cleaning up the tables at the cafe.
I will post more of this later. I have a DVD at my house and will endure cringing at myself to bring you some quality clips⌠thereâs probably one of K eating the burrito before the start of the play, too.
Here ya go kids⌠all 2h20m. if you make it through the whole thing once, thatâs probably more times than any of the cast watched this DVD. You can probably see why. Tbh if you watch this, I am sorry in advance.
Important notes:
- Chipotle burrito makes a cameo about 30 min in,
- the end has a flash mob and a âcommercialâ for the Forest Cafe,Â
- unfortunately, the lunch scene where all the mechanicals whistle like the Breakfast Club got mostly cut for some reason?
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@vampireapologist in case you have any interest in reliving this⌠at the very least you can prove to any doubters that there was, in fact, a Chipotle burrito onstage.
I cannot even fully conceptualize, much less put into words, how wild this chain of events has been.
I have dozens of posts going around that have broken 50,000 notes, and plenty that have broken 100,000.
On every single one of these posts, there are hundreds, if not thousands, of comments and tags calling me a liar and the story fake, but none so much as this post.
This whole thing originally felt like some online urban legend⌠and then @cyanideending comes through with video proof and first person participation. What a time to be alive
hey anixety bros, if you feel like your anxiety is manifesting as a physical illness, go to the doctor! i thought the back to school anxiety was what was giving me serious stomach issues, turns out my appendix started to rupture and now i have to be in the hospital with all these tubes in me causing more anxiety!! its not worth it to put it off!!! go to a doctor!!!
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planned on posting a bunch of stuff this week but i'm currently in the er bc my appendix decided not to work so ill be back eventually with that request!
Alright so I see a lot of people being like "how did Spencer reid make it through college he was like 12?!?!"
hear me out
Some absolute dudebro frat boys saw this skinny little genius child and went "oh shit that's our son" and took care of him. Like, they would walk him everywhere to keep him safe, would put together furniture for him, and overall kept an eye on him.
Also I just love picturing some jerk picking on little Spencer, just to have a very angry group of probably hungover frat boys come to beat them up.
this brings me such joy because it just proves that reid attracts people like derek as his friends because they just see him and decide to protect on sight
hmmm imagine if reader is brought up on false charges and hotch acts as their attorney bc he's still barred and it's federal court and you get to see hotch in full prosecutor fucking mode
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so reid's books look pretty well loved in all the scenes i've seen them in. worn pages and covers and all that. and i can't stop thinking of reid going to second hand bookstores instead of getting new books.
could you imagine? him getting excited to see that people have notes in the margins? him falling in love a little bit with the previous owners of these books because he profiles how they treated the books and what they paid attention to in them?
i just can't stop thinking about it because i know in my soul that he's the type to fall in love with fictional characters too agh