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gothprentiss · 10 months

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making gifs of wh13 is such a pain in my ass bc it's like, such a not well put together show and i am trying so hard to say that nicely. it has many charms, etc., and you can't really hold it to a standard of Convenient For Mediocre Gifmakers. but still! minor issues with continuity editing are very easy to not pay attention to while watching but then you've got, like, shot-countershot and they're each about 30 frames so you SHOULD be able to put them together in a single gif except when you do they look bonkers, and don't get me started on the lighting and color grading.

i have been trying to make gifs of this particular sequence for ages and every time i try it i've got more adjustment layers than frames and i'm almost 100% sure i've made it worse than the show looked. to be sure it's a close race. grumble!

#like obvious caveat anyone with half an eye for color would do better than me at this for i am simply not very good at it #and every once in a while i'm like god maybe it's time to actually Learn Photoshop #i get cranky about cm cinematog whether it's early 'experimental' stuff (the constant arc shots u know)#or any of the like... faux handheld 'dynamic' stuff. both of which are very hard to gif and genuinely quite bad to watch #but this is way harder to work around (less of it / fave scenes especially difficult / etc.)#grumble. anyway. we move on. it's just annoying when the scene that drives u the most nuts is impossible for you to gif #this is also why my mobile header looks like ass. i tried my bestest but i think i just overcorrected

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memoriesdesign · 1 year

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Pour le Concours du mois 141 sur Art-Design.

#memoriesdesign #cm #concours #art design forum #header #graphic design #photoshop #banner #danielle campbell #design #forum #forumactif

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littlecarmine · 2 years

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Hello darling! I hope you are doing well! I haven't been in your inbox in a while and I'm here to give you all the love ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤ and hugs and a thousand thankyous for all the content you are still giving us!!!! I am literally dreaming about your gifs!

I hope you are doing well, that summer lovin' is going well too and that you are enjoying the time off ❤😎

(and also I might have a request if your requests are open 😬?)

JAS HI!!!! how are u love?? <3

pls it's been so long im SO HAPPY we didnt miss each other for once 😭🫶🏼. giving u all the hugs and love back and thanking u for always having the sweetest tags and being so supportive!! life's been so good lately except for me being so lazy! so u are really my savior with a request bc I have no ideas without u dskjfhds. what did u have in mind bestie?

love u so much always and wishing u the most perfect thursday and summer!!! mwah ❤️❤️❤️

#not cm #h answers #jas🪄#also the theme and the HEADER!! the different sized squares and layout looks so good <3

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morrak · 1 month

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Untitled Wednesday Library Series, Part 146

Long overdue: Tar for Mortar: The Library of Babel and the Dream of Totality (which book you can read for free here) published in 2018 by Punctum Books as written by Johnathan Basile (whose website you can read for free here).

The How

Until a few minutes ago, I had it in my head that this has been on my shelf for, like, eight or nine years. Apparently it's only been six. Hmm. At any rate, I don't remember how I found it. I do recall this print copy being much cheaper than the publisher's current $19 tag.

I might've found a link myself on Basile's (to me) classic project libraryofbabel.info, but that dates back to 2015 and I couldn't say whether I was checking it when the book released. Maybe word of mouth? Doesn't really matter.

The Text

An exploration of Borges' classic (to lots of people) 'La Biblioteca de Babel' (an English translation of which you can read for free, e.g., here), more or less. Of course Basile is not the only person to have done such a thing, but he is the only person to have built a working proof of concept. This book is motivated by, though only partially about, that task.

This reads and thinks more or less like you'd expect from someone with the requisite interests and a background in comparative literature, by which I don't intend to mean anything especially good or bad. Thoughtful, broadly founded, and possessed of a good eye for irony. Of the recent Borges discussion I've read, this sets out to have — and actually has — the clearest head.

Lots of fun and extensive footnotes including the likes of links to the author’s stashes of unpublished/out of print translations by Borges’ frequent collaborator Norman Thomas di Giovanni. The PDF version is, for this and other reasons, maybe the better option.

The Object

Very handy, and it ought to be so. Although it's only 98 pages at 12.5 by 20 cm, it has some presence. Maybe not striking, exactly, but it fills space and the hand alright. A $19 paperback had better.

Small type, smallish (sorry, web-optimized) illustrations, and some interesting choices with header spacing, but overall pleasant and readable. I did some shockingly sloppy work on it with some self-adhesive reinforcement, but it's held up well in spite and because of that.

The Why, Though?

I really like a project retrospective; I really like hearing what people think their projects mean; I really like it when even those things don't seem like enough to get it out of someone's system. I only somewhat care about the conclusions this comes to about Borges and the (in)finite. I mostly just think it's neat.

#images #untitled wednesday library series

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little-diable · 1 year

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Be aware of the strangers watching - Spencer Reid (1/2)

Another month, another mini-series. @hidingsikki and I kept watching Spencer TikTok edits those past days, so we came up with this idea. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader has a feeling that she's being watched, so she finally opens up to the team, asking them for help. With Spencer staying in her apartment to help her, their emotions finally come to the surface, resulting in a confession or two.

Warnings: 18+, smut, p in v, drunk sex, stalking, panic, CM themes

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader (3k words)

header by @hidingsikki

dividers by @firefly-graphics

Part Two

It was early in the morning as (y/n) left her home, running on the caffeine she had just poured into her system. Her tired eyes were focused on her phone screen as she walked towards her car. The sound of a nearby car honking ripped her out of her state, gaze wandering from her phone to her surroundings.

The sun was blinding her for a moment, forcing (y/n) to blink a few times to adjust to the brightness. A few familiar faces walked past her, neighbours that greeted her with gentle words, allowing a smile to widen on her lips. Her gaze kept wandering, trying to focus on her car, already dreading the upcoming minutes of traffic she’ll be stuck in.

Perhaps she could use the upcoming moments to call her family, going after her weekly check-in, perhaps she could even order a few things she’d need for the next few days. Anything to distract her tired mind.

Only now did her gaze seem to find the black car parked near hers. She froze in her step, mind racing, fuck, it couldn’t be, could it?

For the past weeks (y/n) had noticed a certain car following her around, and yet, even though Penelope couldn’t find an owner of the car, (y/n) couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable whenever she returned home from a case, whenever she found the car close to her home. It was always empty, at least when it was parked, not allowing her to figure out who was watching her.

For a moment she debated waiting till whoever was owning the car to come around, so she could talk to them, perhaps even arrest them. And yet she knew that she couldn’t waste any time, forced to make her way into work. She took a picture of the car, adding it to the folder filled with similar pictures, trying to figure out if there was a pattern to it, anything she could use to decipher what was going on.

Her heart kept racing as she drove to work, deep down (y/n) knew that she should finally talk to the rest of her team about it. But something had held her back those past weeks. If there was one thing she hated, it was asking them for help. She hadn’t been around as long as the others, had tried to fit right in, nevertheless, it always felt like the others would pay more attention to her, trying to support her, as if she truly needed it.

And yet, the anxiety thumping through her veins seemed to be enough to urge her on, trying to pick the right words she could speak, not wanting to come off as clueless. Deep down she feared that the others wouldn’t understand her struggles. She was an agent after all, should be able to take care of herself, and yet she couldn’t.

Before (y/n)’s thoughts could try and distract her, she called Penelope, asking her to assemble the others, only needing a few minutes of their time. She was trembling, hoping that she’d be able to ask them for the help she needed, even though she didn't know what kind of help she was desperate for.

“Are you okay?” Derek was the first to break the silence, eyes focused on (y/n) who was standing next to Penelope, taking in the team. They were all staring at her, waiting for an explanation, wondering why she had asked them in here. Her eyes found Penelope’s, silently begging the woman to start this conversation, mouth too dry to pronounce the words burning on the tip of her tongue.

“(Y/n) needs our help. We think that somebody is watching her.” The pictures (y/n) had forwarded Penelope were now being projected onto the big screen, drawing the gazes of their team members away from her. And for the first time since entering the room (y/n) found herself able to breathe, deeply inhaling the air now filling her lungs as if she was drowning.

“When did this start?” Aaron’s voice rang in her ears, not carrying any emotion. Their eyes met, and as he was staring at her with something laced in his gaze she couldn’t decipher, (y/n) found herself stumbling over her words, only able to murmur a soft “For a few weeks”.

“You have a stalker and you didn’t think you should tell us?”

“A stalker?” (Y/n)‘s laugh clawed through her, not able to express the nervousness rising in her system. The team was staring at her, gazes flickering between one another, unsure what they should say to her. She was tense, and had been since she had asked her colleagues for help.

“The signs are there, think about it.” Derek spoke up, eyes finding her widening ones. It took (y/n) a few more moments to reply, gaze wandering from one team member to the other. Perhaps she should have kept this to herself, not wanting to add more stress to their daily routine. Though with a defeated sigh rumbling through her, (y/n) nodded her head, giving in.

“I have been trying to figure out who it could be, but I can’t think of anybody.” Her words hang in the air as they were surrounded by silence once again, wrecking their brains for any possible unsubs.

“Maybe somebody who watched the press conference you held with JJ?”

“Maybe? I don’t know. Should I change my routine? Should I stay in a hotel for the next few days? But what if they,” her rambling was cut short by Spencer, he called her name, turning his body fully towards her so he could find her panicked gaze. Without giving it much thought, (y/n) reached for his hand, needing to feel him close.

“Leaving will just anger him, you’ll stay, but we won’t leave you alone.” Spencer kept staring at her, watching her deeply inhale, seemingly trying to distract her racing thoughts. “Why don’t I stay with you for a few days?”

“Look at that, loverboy is here to save the day.” Derek’s laugh echoed through the room, shaking up the tense atmosphere that lingered. And yet (y/n) stared at Spencer, wondering if she should say yes to his offer, not wanting to play the victim.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to, Spence.” The tall agent only shook his head, squeezing her hand before he let go.

“I’d love to, we’ll have our fun, why don’t I bring a few movies with me and some puzzles?”

Tiredness clung to her as she closed the last file she was supposed to go through today. Her eyes struggled to stay open, grateful that Spencer would be the one to drive them home today. (Y/n) couldn’t wait to spend the evening with him, excited about the movie they’ll watch and the facts he’ll share with her.

“(Y/n)?” Aaron’s voice forced her to open her tired eyes, focusing on the tall man. He tilted his head towards his office, watching her walk closer with slow steps, clearly exuding the tiredness that feasted from her bones like a parasite.

“It won’t take long, I promise.” Aaron squeezed her forearm as he walked past her, plopping down in his chair. “I wanted to go through some details with you. If we want to figure out who is watching you, we should focus on the things you’ve picked up so far. Do you think you’d be able to share some of that with me?”

A shaky breath was inhaled into her lungs, no longer did she feel tired, body and mind fully awake at the mere thought of whoever was watching her.

“There’s not much I can share.” She tensed in her seat, wrecking her brain for any information they could use. “I noticed that the car keeps coming closer. Every week it's parked a bit closer to my home as if it's some kind of countdown.”

“That’s good, thank you. Do you have any idea who could be behind this? Any suspects you’ve talked to that stand out? Family members of unsubs?” All (y/n) could do was shake her head, not able to give an answer to the question that has kept her awake for the past weeks.

“Alright, we’ll find them. Thank you, (y/n).”

“Coffee?” Her tired voice echoed through her apartment, eyes focused on Spencer. He had awoken a few moments ago, ripped from his sleep by her alarm going off. With a nod thrown her way, Spencer moved closer, rising from her sofa to join (y/n) in the kitchen.

Spencer had stayed with her for the past few days, keeping close to protect her from whoever was lingering outside her house. For the first time in weeks, she felt somewhat safe, protected even, truly relishing in Spencer’s closeness.

“Thank you.” He reached for the warm cup of coffee, sending a smile her way as they fell into a comfortable silence. By now they had adapted to some kind of routine, spending time together without feeling the need to engage in endless conversations to distract themselves from an eventual silence falling upon them.

Both found themselves wandering back to the sofa, reading the daily news, catching up with their preferred type of media, using the time before they’d make it to work. Deep down (y/n) found herself excited about the minutes she’d spend with him in her car, driving to the BAU with music echoing through the small space, minds wandering to the topics that wouldn’t let them rest.

“Are you alright?” Spencer’s voice ripped (y/n) out of her thoughts, gaze wandering from her window to his curious eyes. They were just about to leave for work as her eyes had found the car, parked closer to her home than it had been all those weeks before. No words were shared as Spencer reached for her hand, gently squeezing her fingers to communicate that he was here for her, always close to protect her from whoever was watching her.

“Maybe we should put up a camera?” She could only nod her head, not able to express what kept her thoughts racing. And with one last glance thrown out of her window, she followed Spencer to her car.

“No, don’t.” Spencer’s laugh was met by a few chuckles rumbling through (y/n), both were drunk, sitting on the floor with a puzzle between them. Neither of them could remember when they had started drinking, neither of them could remember when they had started trying to clumsily solve this 1000 piece puzzle, and yet neither of them wanted this very moment to end.

“See, I knew it would fit.” (Y/n) murmured as she pressed two pieces together, proudly presenting them to Spencer. She didn’t feel his gaze on her, burning through her with as much strength as he could muster, no longer able to stop himself from reaching for her. (Y/n) kept trying to push more pieces together, oblivious and drunk as one could be, and yet, she froze as Spencer reached for her chin, tilting her head upwards. Their eyes met, shooting tingles down her spine as if she had shocked herself.

“I,” Spencer cleared his throat, gaze flickering down to her mouth, watching her tongue dart out to run along her lower lip. And before (y/n) could even try to ask Spencer what was going on inside his mind, he had pushed his lips against hers, kissing his friend breathless.

The puzzle was long forgotten, just like their drinks, minds fully focused on one another and the kiss growing rather heated. Moans rumbled through the two, moans so sinful they should have broken from their state. But they were in too deep, already caught on one another’s touch, not able to focus on anything else.

“Bedroom,” she murmured the word against his lips, chuckling as he rose with her clinging to him, not wanting to waste any time. Drunkenly they helped one another out of their clothes, barely giving them time to admire their naked frames, fully working on the adrenaline pumping through their veins as if they were working a case.

And yet there was no killer to hunt, there was no victim needing to be safed, it was just the two of them, colleagues that have always fostered a crush on one another.

“You’re so gorgeous, fuck, did you know that there are only 10 percent,” Spencer’s drunken rambling was cut short by (y/n) pressing her swollen lips against his once again, desperately needing to shut him up. Their hands explored one another's body as they fell onto her bed, allowing (y/n) to straddle him, hand finding its way to his twitching cock.

Spencer’s moans rang in her ears like shots going off, body on full alert, not wanting to miss one single fraction of a second. She pumped him slow at first, teasing the agent whose moans grew raspier with every breath sucked into his aching lungs. The atmosphere was crackling, filled with the energy buzzing through them, the heat that stuck to their skin as if the sun was burning down on them.

(Y/n) only let go of him to reach for a condom, not breaking eye contact once as she ripped it open with her teeth, rolling it down his cock. Trembling hands supported her, keeping her close to feel her soft skin beneath his fingertips as (y/n) slowly sunk down on him. Their moans kept clawing through them like the screams rumbling through the victims they'd save, and yet neither (y/n) nor Spencer ever wanted to be saved from this very moment.

“Shit, you’re so big.” She whimpered her words, head rolling back to give her moans enough room to claw through her. Spencer supported her movements, eyes caught on her face, not wanting to miss the expressions tugging on her features. No longer was he able to properly read her, to profile the one he’d always try to protect, not wanting to watch her get hurt. From the moment they crossed paths, Spencer had sworn that he’ll be right there for her, the shoulder to cry on, the arms she could fall into when her world started spinning too fast.

“So pretty, fuck, my beautiful girl.” Heat flushed through her as his praises grew louder, urging her on to move faster, trying to push them both over the edge. Without another warning, Spencer reached for her middle, to flip them around, allowing him to hover above her. He fucked her fast, not holding back as his drunk thoughts commanded him to leave his marks.

“‘M close, don’t stop, Spence’.” She trembled beneath him, eyes fluttering close to hold onto the feeling that started to rock through her system. Spencer kept watching her fall apart beneath him, choking on his name as the feeling got too intense. He fucked her through her high, not daring to let go till he no longer could hold back.

With her name rolling off his tongue, Spencer gave in, collapsing on top of her with a smile stuck to his features. Both were heavily panting, unsure if the past moments have really happened or if their drunken minds have perfected the art of painting a picture so clear, so raw. And with one last smile shared, (y/n) found herself falling asleep in Spencer’s arms.

“I just need a minute, then we can leave.” Spencer called out, leaving (y/n) behind in his living room as he disappeared down the hallway. Both were about to leave for work, called in because of a new case, stopping at his apartment to grab his go-bag.

(Y/n) found herself wandering around, fingertips gliding along the endless row of his books, reading the titles as she walked past them. A smile found its way to her lips as she came to a halt in front of the picture of the two of them Spencer had placed on the shelf. She could still remember the day as if it had been yesterday, they had celebrated her birthday at Rossi’s, capturing a carefree moment.

Before (y/n) could stop herself, she reached for the box placed next to the picture, opening it in hopes of finding more of their polaroids, of the pictures they have taken over the course of the past years. Though the box wasn’t filled with pictures of the two of them, no, it was filled with pictures of her, clearly taken from outside her home.

“What?” The question rolled off her tongue as (y/n) roamed through the box, pulling out pictures that showed her wandering around her home, going about her business.

“What are you doing?” Spencer’s voice rang in her ears, wide eyes drawn from the box to his frame. He was standing a few feet away from her, holding onto his go-bag with one hand, while the other grasped his phone.

“Why do you have those pictures of me?” Her voice dripped with confusion, unsure if she was truly understanding what was going on. It couldn’t be. It couldn’t be. No, it couldn’t be. “Spencer, why do you have those pictures? Answer me!”

“I’m sorry.” No longer did his voice sound like him, raspier than she was used to, pronouncing words as if he was a stranger she had been hunting down. She backed away, gaze flickering to his door, no longer feeling safe around him, but rather confused, hurt, angry even. Though she didn’t get far, ripped close by his hand clamping down on her wrist, pulled against his chest.

With her breath hitched in her chest, (y/n) tried to speak up once again, though without any luck. The last thing she saw was Spencer raising his hand, and with the back of his gun coming in contact with her head, the world around her began to fade to black.

#Spencer Reid smut #be aware of the strangers watching #Spencer Reid imagine

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fannyrosie · 1 year

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This might sound weird at first but: how tall are you? Your pictures make you seem tall and as a tall (5'11'') person who would love to get into Lolita/vintage fashion I was wondering if you'd have some tips. Also how do you manage to thrift all these gorgeous pieces? I'm always in awe at your sense of style and fashion! Have a nice day!

I am 162-163 cm. I used to have my height in my blog header because I go that question all the time, but removed it at some point... I will put it back. I look tall because of my small head, proportions, camera angles and distortions, and clothes balance, but I am not tall at all.

As for thrifting, most of it was done in Japan or on Japanese second-hand sites (before I moved there), as thrifting there is incredible, especially for someone my size. However, most of my vintage things were thrifted here (Montreal) or during my Europe travels several years ago, as a lot of vintage clothes in Japanese stores are actually imported from the West. My main tip is to not look for something in particular in order to keep your eyes and senses open to all possibilities.

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jaspxr · 2 months

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My name is Jas ♡ she/her ♡ 30s

This (prev:jasperandgemma) is multi-fandom blog and:

♡ I’m currently obsessed with: Criminal Minds, SWAT and Justified ♡ CM Re-watch: Season 1 episode 16 // Justified: s6e1

♡ this blog is NOT SFW! While I will not reblog anything visually explicit, I am an adult and will occasionally post sweary and nsfw comments and reblog nsfw writing, so: READ & INTERACT AT YOUR OWN RISK.

More things about me:

♡ Get to know me through my fave posts

♡ I make MOODBOARDS - requests are currently CLOSED - and sometimes I write

♡ I have a side blog: @murderous-romance where I post historical/period tv dramas, bbc/itv detective dramas, art and photography: Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, Miss Scarlet and the Duke, Peaky Blinders, Endeavour, Emma adaptations, Agatha Christie’s opus, ADOW etc.

♡ PFP - @fideliusprentiss ♡ dividers - @saradika ♡ header: @save-the-sky

♡ TAGS:

I TAG RELIGIOUSLY, so you can blacklist things and my most often used tags are:

❥ criminal minds

❥ beautiful people

❥ jas answers/talks/rants/watches cm/is losing her (criminal) mind

❥ jas reads (and specifically: aaron hotchner fics/criminal minds fics)

❥ not secure to look at your place of employment or nsfw. and nsfw-ish

❥ jasedit - for my edits, which you can find ❧ HERE ❧

❥ jas writes - for my writing

♡ My asks are always open if you want to chat. Thank you for visiting, and I hope you stay :)

#about me #jas talks

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drreidsphds · 2 years

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Here's the banner/header I made for my Tumblr but it's the bau ladies edition. enjoy!

❤️ or 🔁 if you use. give credit if you do neither.

P.S: For those who're wondering, the "Brad never stood a chance!" thing is a reference to the bar scene with JJ, Penelope, and Emily in 2x21 when Brad pretended to be an FBI agent to get it on with the ladies but the trio told him otherwise. My favorite BAU ladies scene of all time. And fav scene in general lmaoo.

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spencersties · 1 year

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Gif in my header is by @pagetbewbster

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