and it looks darker in person bc i turned the contrast up

For Forever

Originally posted by gublerheaven

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: A rare date night takes a cliche turn for Mr. & Mrs. Reid. Just fluff. Mega fluff.

Word Count: 1,232

A/N: This is probably the fluffiest thing I have ever written and I just hope that it makes sense and that you guys like it! This is also named after the song from ‘Dear Evan Hansen’ bc it has been stuck in my head all week.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ GIF is not mine, credit goes to the original owner. I would love to hear your feedback!

Moments of domesticity were a rarity for those who worked in the BAU.

And seeing as how you and Spencer were a newly married couple of only two months, they were also deeply desired.

Within the past two months of your new life together, Spencer had been home for only three of those weeks total. It almost seemed as if every psychopath in the country had developed a sixth sense for detecting newlywed happiness and had set a personal vendetta against destroying it.  

During a particularly long case that had taken him away from your shared home, Spencer had called and promised you that the night following his return would be devoted to making up for the time that the two of you had lost recently. The half-hearted attempt you made to persuade him into staying home and decompressing after such a rough case was squashed quickly, as he soothed your worries and assured you that some quality time together was all he needed to unwind.

Always one to hold true to his word, Spencer made reservations at Antichi Sapori, an authentic Italian restaurant within walking distance of your apartment, for the night he came back home. For two hours you indulged in a small slice of marital bliss—eating, laughing, and soaking up each other’s presence before coercing Spencer into continuing your date in the comfort of your own home.

The dusk of evening was darker than usual due to looming clouds that covered the setting night sky, but you didn’t give it much thought as Spencer’s infectious laugh became the only thing you paid attention to as you left the restaurant hand in hand.

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Monster MV Analysis + Theory

[Lucky One Theory]

I’m going to break this entire music video down in one post, highlighting symbols and imagery, while explaining what I think those symbols and imagery mean. Then I’ll get down to the Good Stuff ™ and state what exactly the plot is and how it relates to anything else, if anything else. (Spoiler alert: it relates to everything ! Haha surprise!)

Starting off, we’re given Baekhyun depicted with several piercings including a lip ring. There is some significance to the piercings he’s wearing, but I will get to that later. However, let’s focus on how even at the beginning we see Baekhyun at this ominous table, alone, with all the dishes set as if waiting for a large gathering of people to join.

This is immediately followed by shots of EXO handcuffed in a van; they zoom in on the handcuffs, at this particular point but don’t zoom out to show all but Baekhyun “captured” until later:

Then, the camera focuses on Sehun, who looks pensive. He’s thinking back to “how did this happen?” with a telling expression pinned to his face:

Sehun also  looks very critical and analytical, which makes sense since the next image is that of a snake !! followed immediately by baekhyun’s image again:

However, this time Baekhyun looks pensive. He looks like he’s about to make a decision. The snake itself looks like it’s slowly slithering and preparing to take action, and therefore acts as an intended parallel for Baekhyun.

Suddenly, a wild burning car appears !

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so i finally decided to make a post dedicated to advice for coloring and shading! hopefully this is will help some people with their coloring because i know this is most people’s weak points in drawing. but don’t worry!! limlim is here to help!!!!!

i let people on twitter suggest what i should cover, so some things might be a bit random. here’s the topics covered (in order):

  1. Choosing colors for shading and highlighting
  2. Use of different layer settings (overlay/multiply) and adjustments
  3. Color choices for red/blood
  4. How to color a kappa (kinda goes over my drawing process too)
  5. Shading hair sorta

this only covers some of the things people asked since i got kinda tired of talking about colors. hopefully, i’ll make a second post in the future

i should point out that just reading this won’t make you better at coloring or anything unless you put these things into practice. experiment helps a lot, too. maybe you don’t like what i’m doing, so you can tweak what i do a bit to achieve what YOU want in coloring. these aren’t set rules or anything, just what i think and do when coloring.

also, this is pretty tl;dr so make sure you read this when you’re not tired or sleepy!!! (i’m serious. i don’t think i would want to read something this long either)

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Happy Birthday Grace!!!

I made it in time yay!! Ok I cheated a little - I split the fic into two parts. So you will get the second one a little later. But this way I was still on time fufufu. :* Hope you like it my beloved blanania!!!

A good ol’ Gajevy Fantasy AU!
That’s all I’m gonna say for now because I want to keep it a surprise. But the credit for the basic prompt idea goes to fairlytailed!! Bless your mind, Ria!;)

The air was dusty, muggy, filled with dust particles which danced in the occasional ray of sunshine that made it through the thick window glass and through the forest of bookshelves.

Levy McGarden inhaled deeply.

Just how she liked it.

The pile of books in her hands towered in front of her, almost swallowing her whole. If you had approached her from the front, you might have thought a stack of books had come to life and was now venturing through the corridors of its home.

As the young woman approached an old wooden ladder - a creaky one she knew, with a wobbly latch on the seventh step - she put the pile down onto the ground with a relieved sigh, stretching her aching back.

Almost done for the day.

She would ace every last one of those tests.

With that thought in mind, she started to climb the ladder, four books in her left hand and two jammed beneath her arm.

The ladder really was old, and if she had not mounted it many times before, she might have been too scared to do so now. She safely skipped the seventh step, smiling self-pleasedly as she did so. The whole structure moaned and groaned under her - granted, very light - weight, and she thought she’d have to inform the lady on the way out, because a few kilograms more would surely be the end of the poor thing.

Or the one climbing it.

Juat as the thought crossed her mind, a small but meaningful crack resounded beneath her.

“Eep!” she squeaked, quickly scrambling up another step. The piece of wood she had just stood on crashed down onto the ground, and Levy swallowed. That sure had been close.

Relieved, she released the tight breath she had been holding.

The way down would be safer for now, she decided. For once, the books could wait.

Reaching out a tentative foot, she blindly searched for the next lowest step, trying to bridge the gap that had been opened by the broken latch. Her heart thundered in her chest. Then the tip of her shoe touched something hard.

Right. This was her way to safety.

Levy took a shaky step - and fell.

Levy awoke in a field of gold.

This was not right.

She should have awoken on the hard ground of the library, or maybe even in a hospital bed. But neither dusty library air nor clinically cleansed oxygen invaded her lungs as she inhaled deeply. Instead, it smelled of flowers.

Confused, Levy sat up.

This was not right at all.

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