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|| Hannah || she/her || Send me requests I need to motivate myself to write again
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Bot accounts and Real people with accounts.

I’m pretty sure the tumblr community is well aware of this problem and probably loads of other people have already made posts about this, so I’ll keep it brief.

So recently blogs like this keep appearing in my followers list (these are recent ones)

Now when you get a spam blogs or p*rn bots you’re supposed to blog them. But some these blogs are actual people who are new on tumblr and have the default icon, so you’re supposed to check before who block them. But here’s the problem…

some of these blogs don’t have anything. No posts, No description, No title. So you’re gonna automatically assume that these are spam and block them.

Now I hate fact that some of these blogs belong to actual people and I’ve been blocking and reporting on blogs like these for the past few days, and that they’re probably wondering why there being blocked or reported. ( sorry to the people who own blogs like these that I blocked you)

So a couple of tips for new blogs on this site,

1.You could change the title (a catchphrase, a favorite quote, a random sentence etc.) or type small description, or whatever random stuff you like!

2. You could change the your avator or icon (it be a picture of you, a cartoon, again it’s your choice do whatever)

3.If you’re not planning to frequently post stuff and just sign in to check out other people’s stuff, just put a put a post something like this just to show you’re new here.(again u can write down anything)

if you’re reading this and new to this website I hope you found these suggestions useful and should stop you from getting blocked immediately. Happy posting.

I’m rebloging this because I’ve been getting more empty, default looking accounts following me again. And this me again telling you to change it.

My strategy is to check the likes. If an empty, default-PFP blog has no likes, block ‘em.

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Pov: your the mother of the group

  • "Dean stop hitting on every girl you see."
  • "Sam what is wrong with your brother?"
  • "Dean she's married."
  • Pt 2. "Dean I swear to god I will slash every tire on the impala."
  • "Boys calm yourselves."
  • "Lucifer! Stop making fun of Castiel."
  • "Drop Gabriel luci."
  • "Hi god- wait GOD!?"
  • Pt 2. "Chuck- god- uh hi?"
  • "What the hell is going on- LUCIFER STOP ACTING LIKE A CHILD AND COME TALK TO YOUR FATHER."
  • "God why me-?"
  • "Castiel you are over a million years old GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!"
  • "Holy mother of chuck HELP ME!"
  • "I swear I feel like the mother."
  • "Lucifer you are acting like a 4 year old."
  • "Oh John's back?? Yay."
  • Pt 2 "Hello asshole welcome back to the land of the living.
  • Pt 3 "blah blah blah yes your dad is back amazing- HES STAYING HERE!?"
  • Pt 4 "MARY! I'll make you a room right now- are you hungry I can make you somthing- crap I can't cook- ILL ORDER SOMTHING."
  • "Dean- your an adult you can get yourself a beer."
  • "Cas why- just why-" *ashamed*
  • "DEAN WHAT THE FUCK MAN!? DID YOU EAT MY FOOD?"
  • "God just take me already- SAM NO-"
  • "Why can't we be normal for once-"
  • "Ok I'm done-"
  • Pt 2 "LUCIFER WHAT THE HELL-?"
  • " Who used all the hot water? I'm not mad. I just want to know."
  • "Dean- stop being such a bitch-"
  • "John nobody asked for your opinion."
  • "Why am I stuck with these jerks."
  • "For once in your life shut up."
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luveline
Anonymous asked:

i NEED anything with glasses reid or munch reid i’m literally frothing at the mouth 🙏

ty for ur request :D fem!reader

"Emily," you say weakly. "What is that?" 

Emily looks up from her desk, clearly desperate for a distraction, the lip of her coffee mug against painted lips. "What's what?" 

"That." You point. You feel sick to your stomach. "That right there." 

"Oh," Emily says happily. "You finally noticed. Yeah, Spence forgot to renew his contact prescription. He has to wear glasses for two weeks." 

Spencer stands by the photocopier with a perturbed frown, clicking a button, then another. His brow is furrowed and his hair is falling into his eyes. He has the stupidest, dorkiest, prettiest face, and practically every expression he makes has you weak in the knees.

"That long?" you ask. 

Derek looks up in concern at your pained tone, following the line of your eyes. When he realises what it is that's hurt you so, he skirts around the desk to shake your shoulder. "You could always tell him how you feel. I'm sure he'd keep the lenses forever if he knew you liked them." 

"I don't like them," you say. You sound faraway to your own ears. You hate them. They're gonna be your demise. 

Spencer runs a fingertip across the photocopier's screen, in his own world as the machine finally begins to chug out whatever it is he'd been wanting a duplicate of. The frames of his glasses sit snug on his nose. You can tell from even this distance that the lenses make his eyes look a tiny bit smaller. You could probably point out a misplaced freckle if he asked you to.

"Don't be cruel, he looks cute," Emily teases. 

Spencer collects his papers, shuffling them into a straight line as he makes his way back to the bullpen. You pretend to take interest in Emily's things. She sips her coffee too nonchalantly. Derek doesn't even bother pretending. 

"What?" Spencer asks, swift to spot your suspicious behaviours. "Is it the glasses?" 

You wince. "Of course not. You look… you look really nice, Spence." 

"You know he used to wear 'em every day?" Derek asks.

You would've died. "Before I joined?" 

"For a few years," Spencer says, looking you over. "You're unhappy. Is something wrong?" 

He looks to Derek and Emily for confirmation. Emily stutters for an answer while Derek laughs in the background, "She– you know. She just– She missed breakfast!" 

Spencer pushes his glasses up his nose by the leg and drops his copies onto the desk. "I have dried apricot in my bag. Two seconds." 

He bends over his chair to retrieve his bag from under the desk. Your eyes blow wide at his position, the sudden demonstration of well-fitted pants. Derek's laugh echoes up to the eaves. 

"And he has that twenty four seven," Emily says against the rim of her coffee. 

You scrunch your eyes closed and tilt your head back. After a few seconds, a hand touches your elbow gently, a hesitance that comes with only one member of the BAU. "You okay?" Spencer asks. 

"I'm okay. Headache," you lie. 

Spencer presses the apricot into your hands. "Maybe you should see an optician. You know they can tell if you have a brain tumour from one photo of your sclera?" He smiles morbidly, his glasses slipping down his nose. "They measure the size of your optic disk. It takes less than a minute. I can give you the name of my doctor, if you want. She's nice. Not as nice as you." 

Your throat is so dry you can't form words to answer him. He doesn't judge your rigid nodding. 

"I'll write down the number for you. And, Y/N?" 

"Yeah?" you choke out. 

"You look really nice today, too." 

Emily has to kick you in the leg to bring you back to earth. Stupid Spencer. Stupid lovely glasses. 

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This was so cute, I love 🤍

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One of my favorite things about Callum is he could fry you alive with nothing but a flick of his finger but if you get him angry enough his knee-jerk reaction is canonically to pound you to a bloody pulp with his bare fists

Bro went from “can’t hold a sword” to “bruh you wish he’d use a sword” in ten seconds flat.

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Everyone always talks about how much Spencer loves his mother, Diana, but the relationship just hurts when you think about it.

Here Spencer is after having an incredibly long day. He flew from Las Vegas back to Quantico, figured out an extremely hard puzzle, found out his mother was in danger - then had to admit his mom is mentally ill and that he could be too one day. His mom is rude to him about his body, letters, and over the fact she was flown there to save her life. He then failed a negotiation and a man killed himself in front of him. He was hurt by a bomb, caught on fire, and helped rescue a victim while escaping a burning house.

And then after all that, he stands in front of his mom - exhausted, charred, vulnerable - and he doesn't tell her how he was hurt or about what he did. He says how she helped save Rebecca's life and Diana doesn't even look up.

Diana doesn't give any indication that she even knows who Spencer is and she doesn't ask about the ash all over him. It's clearly nighttime and she asks if it's lunchtime. She doesn't remember that she read the books she asked him about to him.

Then Spencer, even though he is so tired, has to help his mom on the flight back across the United States, while reading to her and taking care of her while Spencer has no one taking care of him.

And this is medicated, well taken care of, Diana. If this is Diana on an alright day, on medicine - what was she like when Spencer was a child.

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I wish wizards were real so bad imagine coming out of a wal mart and seeing some guy with long robes and a big hat in the parking lot surrounded by wacky particle effects screaming some shit like "By the moon and the starlight, by the shield and the sword, I summon to me, my Honda Accord!" And then just getting into his car and driving off

Hisirdoux Casperan-core.

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dating-type app but instead of matching for romance it connects writers/artists+ who don't want to do research with autistic people with the appropriate special interest

the creators get the needed information without needing to filter out filler and translate technical jargon, and the autistic person gets someone who's willing to listen to their infodumps. what is there to lose

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Emergency Contact

Jason Todd x Gender Neutral Reader

Leave me something - or let me out. I'm starving. Push me, pull me. Waiting for the start of:

Things that I want, this happily ever after. You choke on your words, but you swallow them faster. Just want you to be my Emergency Contact.

Summary:

After Jason miraculously comes home from his brush with Deathstroke, you're both feeling it in very different ways. You have an unexpected physical wound from the battle, and he has many (very expected) emotional wounds. You help each other heal. Even if it's very stubborn on both your parts.

Jason Todd x GN!Powered!Reader. Enemies/FWB to Lovers. Angst and Hurt/Comfort. (Slight Smut). Set during Season 2, Episode 5.

Word Count: 10,400

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List of detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

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peacevine

You Are Not Immune To fanart of characters who die in canon that has them alive and well, with scars from the wound that originally killed them

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You guys know that Jason throwing his gun at his enemy's face in this-bitch-is-empty-style is fucking canon right?

He literally just ThIs BiTcH iS eMpTy

YEET

If I had a nickel for everytime Jason flat out chucked his gun at someone because it was empty and he wasn't fighting, I'd have two nickels... Which isn't a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.

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