enfp: curiousity, bright eyes, sunflowers, artsy aesthetic pictures, sudden laughter, looking someone in the eye, concert tickets, glitter, feeling at home, fresh smells
enfj: campfire, picking out what to wear somewhere, long rants about things you care about, post-it notes, little smiles, encouraging words, compassion, mood swings, neon lights
esfp: new videos of your favourite youtubers, picnics, shivers, acoustic guitars, realising that you are in love, little notes scribbled onto paper, plants
esfj: waking up knowing that the day will be great, getting to know new people better, polaroids, colourful notebooks, the sea, talking to your best friend about things you can’t talk about with anybody else
infj: astronomy, lilac sky, wanting to know the reason for something so badly, holding in tears while smiling, maps of places you want to visit, book piles, late night conversations
infp: sketchbooks, self-made playlists, hopes for the future, reading a book for the hundreth time, obsessing about something, caring too much, finally finding someone who understands
isfj: galleries, cycling through the city late at night, nostalgia, “the one song”, the moon, suddenly being overwhelmed with emotion, buying yourself new flowers to place next to your desk, enjoying the first minutes of the day in bed
isfp: reassuring words, making your hair look perfect, little poems, waterfalls, lace, loving your friends more than anything, wanderlust, smell of roses
intj: reading a book while being on a social event, raised eyebrows, quick thoughts, structures, skyscrapers, an empty street at night, crystals, wit and sarcasm, cold evenings, eye bags, forgetting about your surroundings
intp: spending hours on wikipedia, always looking for the right answer, dusk, petrichor, cold air, first days of winter, everything finally making sense, writing ideas down, searching for the right words, being really passionate about something
istj: postcards, rings, flea markets, rivers, city trips, black and white photographs, to-do lists, gentle nods, taking someone’s hand, everything working out how you thought it would
istp: graffiti, holograms, city’s at night, rollercoasters, electric guitars, black holes, connecting two ideas
estj: ancient ruines, sculptures, skylines, first snow, justice, the feeling of doing the right thing, glory, hard work
entj: smokings, black grids, power, mansions, the sounds of high heels clicking, assuring yourself that you are going to suceed, having the perfect plan, standing on top of a skyscraper, tension, galas, freshly printed magazines
entp: excitement, knowing that you can’t stop now, i-don’t-care-but-i-do, smirks, waiting for people to reply, eyes widening, “what if…”
Ok listen here podcas ts I cannot have each of u coming up behind me wiTH NO WARNINg and hitting me with a chair,,,each time harder than the LAst and KillinG me emotionall y
I’m looking at you 3 ,,bright sessions wolf 359 and night vale
I know I sound like a broken record but listen……..listen I will never forgive the SU fandom for the mean things they said about Topaz. You can say mean things about Aquamarine she’s a Bitch and she deserves it but Topaz is just a soft-hearted butch who wants nothing more than to be gay with her fusion gf and in theory y’all would’ve talked up a storm about how great that is but no. y’all turned on her. you preferred Bitch Blue Navi instead
Request: Do one where Spencer is in love with the Reader
My first one! Thanks for the request!
It was late. You sat there typing away on your laptop. This
report felt like it was sucking the life out of you. You had been at it for
hours and the rest of the team had already packed up and left.
“Go home and get some rest Y/N,” Hotch tiredly staggered
down the stairs.
You snickered as he yawned and he stared at you with a stern
“I mean it,” he grumbled.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m
almost done,” you waved him off and spun back around to your desk. Unfortunately,
you had said the exact same thing to Morgan when he left.
Thirty minutes had passed by since Hotch left and the only
thing lighting up the office was your stunningly bright screen. Typing up the last sentence, you remembered
this case as it passed through your mind. The unsub was a woman hairdresser who
would choose a customer, stalk them, and eventually slit their throats. She actually
attempted to run when the SWAT Team surrounded her, crazy bitch.
Someone cleared their throat behind you and you jumped out
of your seat, the thoughts of the case washed from your mind instantly. You
whirled around scanning the office for the culprit until your eyes landed on
Spencer Reid. He was standing there with his messenger bag
wrapped around him, his shaggy hair was draping over his head and even though
it was dark, the computer screen allowed you to see his droopy eyes.
“Oh…sorry Y/N,” he stammered. “I didn’t know anyone else was
here.” He shoved his hands in his pockets, looking sheepish.
You shrugged, “Surprise!”
Spencer gave a small smile, peeking at you through his
bangs. He eyes darted down to the floor and he shuffled his feet.
“You okay?” you questioned. You felt nervous, Spencer was
possibly the sweetest guy in the world and he meant everything to you. The
first time you laid eyes on him, you practically fell head over heels for him.
You hung on his every word, every fact, and every smile. And now here he was;
tired and alone.
He nodded and slowly approached you, hands still buried in
his pockets. “I heard you’re still working on that report,” he jerked his head
towards your laptop.
You plopped back down in your chair, feeling useless. Throwing
back your head, you groaned and covered your face.
“I only just finished and I’m exhausted, Spence.” You were
the only one on the team who called Spencer by his first name. He never seemed
to mind and always looked puzzled when you called him Reid.
He didn’t say anything; he just walked closer and leaned
against your desk, facing you.
You looked up into his doughy, brown eyes for what seemed
like an eternity before he reached down and brushed your cheek with his hand.
You felt your heart begin to race.
He bit his lip. “Did you know it takes less than four
minutes to decide whether or not you have feelings for someone,” He then
chuckled. “It only took me about two.”
“Wha-what are you-“ you struggled to stammer out the words
before he slowly leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.
It felt like your heart had just exploded. Your eyes
fluttered shut as you passionately kissed him back.
He pulled away, “I’m sorry Y/N, I-I just…um,” He stuttered.
With a giggle, you pounced out of your chair and threw your arms around his
neck and pulled him into an intense kiss. His tongue collided with yours as his
hand rested below your ear and his thumb caressed your cheek. His lips were
soft and he was so gentle and cute. His hands got tangled in your hair and then
they slowly moved down your body until he was rolling his hips into yours. You
let out a soft moan, but Spencer silenced you by once again crashing his lips
into yours. There was no space between you two and you were sure he could hear
your heartbeat. You ran your fingers down his spine and inhaled sharply. He
began nuzzling your neck with delicate kisses, causing you to giggle due to you
He stopped and looked up at you before grinning, “Stop it.”
You cocked your head in confusion, “What?”
“You’re so adorable,” he sighed, wrapping his arms around
your waist. He then, surprisingly, lifted you up onto your desk and placed
himself in-between your legs.
You squealed with a smile, never feeling so happy.
“Y/N, I love you,” he spoke so clearly as if he had
practiced saying it a hundred times. Before letting you respond, he then kissed
you again, but this time much softer and sweeter. You never wanted to pull