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myminazinha · 4 months

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oioi, tudo bom?? vc poderia fazer locks do kdrama snowdrop por favor? é kdrama que a jisoo do bp participa, enfim, mt obrigada desde já! 💗💗

oii, tudo bem sim amg e você?? aqui está:

#kpop #kpop lockscreen #kpop wallpaper #gg lockscreens #gg wallpapers #kim jisoo lockscreens #jisoo moodboard #jisoo lockscreens #jisoo wallpaper #blackpink lockscreens #blackpink wallpaper #☆ . ask's by mina ♡ 𓏔 🎧 ᱸ𓈒 #snowdrop

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hueningames · 1 year

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jisoo and haein¡ "that one that i listen on repeat " blackpink and k-drama moodboard

(Caso use, lembre-se de dar créditos e deixar um like aqui! Por favor!)

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andromedasinferno · 1 year

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You know what month it isss~

#snowdrops moodboard #snowdrops #flowers #flower moodboard #january #january moodboard #january mood

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youre-ackermine · 3 months

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Moodboard:

Headcanons:

Postwar Levihan

It's been three years since the war ended. Against all odds, Hange survived & lives with Levi. They found an abandoned cabin in a remote area near Liberio, miraculously spared as well as the bunch of trees that hides it from sight.

Day after day, they fixed up their new home as best they could. It’s not much but it’s their safe, shared home & it’s all that matters.

Once settled, none of them could stay out of the action. Hange works in what remains of Liberio, in a makeshift hospital occupying the ground floor of a half-destroyed building. They help treat sick or injured people several days & nights a week.

There isn’t enough room at the hospital so they managed to set up a lab at home where they can do some research, mostly about new medications or even prosthetics. Levi stays at home most of the time, taking care of the house, growing a vegetable garden, cutting wood & planting more trees around their cabin. In his glass house, Levi enjoys raising flowers, but he also sowed medicinal herbs for Hange’s experiments. Every once in a while, he goes to Liberio to help refugees, mostly children who lost their parents during the war.

Valentine's Day

A couple weeks ago, Gabi & Falco told Levi about Valentine’s Day, a tradition unknown on Paradis Island. As much as it seemed futile at first, Levi couldn't stop mulling over the idea.

After several days of wearying work, Levi convinced Hange to rest properly for once.

Sitting on the bed next to them, he takes a few moments to gaze at Hange’s sleepy face. He finds them beautiful, despite the burns. Or maybe he loves them even more because of these scars, a testament to their bravery. He’s so grateful they’re here with him, brightening his days with their cheerful, beaming smile, the very smile he fell in love with.

Meanwhile they sleep in on their day off, he busies himself getting tea ready for breakfast, packing some food & a blanket in a basket, slicing vegetables for the stew simmering in the pot over the fire.

Levi is waiting for Hange in the hall while they put the bouquet of snowdrops he picked for them earlier this morning in a vase. They blushed & stammered a shy thank you when he drew it from behind the basket placed on his lap.

He promised himself today would be special. Nothing fancy, but a few hours for themselves without work or chores.

Hange would push his wheelchair along the paths nearby, blabbering about their research, asking him a million questions about the garden or the herbs he grows, about the pain in his leg. From time to time, they would lean down to kiss him on the cheek, giggling like a shy teenager. They would find a nice place to spread a blanket on the grass & enjoy their picnic. They would spend the afternoon watching clouds, Levi listening with fondness to Hange’s explanations about their shapes or how they form. When the sun would start to set & the breeze to be too cold, they would go back home & take a bath to warm themselves.

Hange would stuff their face with the most delicious stew they ever tasted. They would settle with a contented sigh & a glass of wine in front of the fireplace, snuggled up against Levi under a warm blanket.

Levi would say he's not good with words. Levi would draw a little box out of his pocket & simply give it to Hange. Levi would gently slide the jewel on Hange's finger, not a proposal but rather a promise.

The promise to spend the rest of their lives together.

Happy Valentine's Day ❤️

Moodboard, header & dividers: @youre-ackermine

Requested by: Flo @littlerequiem 🌹

A/N: Snowdrops are a symbol of hope, new beginnings, renewal, comfort, capacity to triumph over challenges, beauty & purity// English is not my usual language // Click on the moodboard for better quality

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barris-events · 3 months

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❤️ fics are on AO3, art and moodboards are on tumblr unless specified ❤️

Fic 🌶

Snowdrops in the Coal Shed by @junkshop-disco - E

Soft Like Marble by @naevery - M

Letting go by @infinity2020corner - M

A Sweet Little Headache by @wildamongwolves - T

Like a Haunting Refrain by @saeculorum-art - E

The Devil's Work by @imnotthewerewolf - Not Rated

Ambrosia by @wildamongwolves - E

I Love You More by @jackboyjack/J_Dtou - G

How to plan a Date by @just-two-blokes - T

Belonging to by strigiday_glauce - E

The Gravy Incident by @artistamateurieuse/Nialuna - M

How Still My Heart, How High the Moon by @wildamongwolves - E

Art 🎁

Happy Holidays! by @shiro-b - G

Snowed in together by @shiro-b - G

If I Should Lose You by @saeculorum-art - G - tumblr / AO3

Give A Thought To My Plea by @saeculorum-art - E - AO3 - multichapter containing the following works:

Once you put your hand in the flame / You can never be the same There’s a certain satisfaction / In a little bit of pain - tumblr

And give your precious love / Your very precious love to me - tumblr

You came, I think? / Because the marble made my cheeks look pink - tumblr

We’re here tonight, and that’s enough. - tumblr

Moodboards ☃️

W is for Wolf (feat. fic blurb) by @junkshop-disco

Snowdrops in the Coal Shed by @junkshop-disco

The Gravy Incident by @artistamateurieuse

Mizar and Alcor by @infinity2020corner - tumblr / AO3

Sweater Weather by @infinity2020corner - tumblr / AO3

Just a Dream by @infinity2020corner - tumblr / AO3

Playlist & Edit 🎄

Winter Warmer by @junkshop-disco

#downton abbey #thomas barrow #richard ellis #barris #thomas barrow x richard ellis #richard ellis x thomas barrow #naughty or nice #barris events #masterlist

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givemea-dam-break · 3 months

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1.5k follower celebration!!

ahhhhhh i can’t believe i’m making this post!!!!! i'm so so grateful for every single one of you that follows me, and just know that i adore all of you!!! thank you so, so much for following me and making my tumblr experience so wonderful! <3

in honour of hitting this milestone, i'm going to have a little ask game type thing! (thank you @irisesforyoureyes for helping me figure out what to do!!)

so here's my little 'flower shop'!! if you like, pop an ask into my inbox with one of thee flowers and i will answer with my opinion!

❀ daisy - song recommendation ❀

❀ orchid - move/show recommendation ❀

❀ dahlia - book recommendation ❀

❀ sunflower - moodboard based on your blog ❀

❀ iris - a fictional character that reminds me of you ❀

❀ snowdrop - the greek/roman god i think you'd be ❀

of course i had to mix in my oh-so-wonderful interests teehee

i also want to take a moment to thank some of the people i appreciate most on this site! obviously, there are so, so many more (i love ALL of you!!!) but these people hold a particularly special place in my heart <3

@irisesforyoureyes (once again but i luv u bitch) @neewtmas (AHHHH i luv u so much lisa!!!) @ikeasupremacy and @wellgoslowly (you guys are like a package deal to me, please can we bring the group chat back to life) @jesslockwood (BABE I LUV U) @magicandmaybe (i hope we can talk about atla forever and ever) @oblivious-idiot (we don't talk nearly enough!!!) @waitingforthesunrise (air i love you we have not talked properly in so long!!!) and everybody else who has made tumblr so so amazing for me <3

once again, thank you all so so much!

i love you all <3 - eden (ur most favourite person ever ofc)

#givemea-dam-break #givemea-dam-celebration

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thyme-in-a-bubble · 2 years

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snowdrop, part three

A/N: and that is it! it's done! ♡ gif used in the moodboard is by the always amazing @fightingdragonswithwho

summary: It was like the opposite of waking up from a nightmare, you woke up to a nightmare.

warnings: Gideon!daughter!reader, two year time jump, references to 2x13 and 2x23, angst, frank breitkopf, kidnapping, being drugged, happy ending (don't worry ♡)

word count: 2039

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It was the middle of the night. The sun wouldn’t rise for another 2 hours, yet here you were, awake.

Something had happened to your dad. He couldn’t disclose the details, as it always was when it came to his work, but he was okay, that was the important thing to focus on, and just to be safe, a few agents had been sent your way for protection.

So, that startling phone call was certainly one way to wake up.

Curled up on your couch, you couldn’t just go back to sleep after something like that. It was like the opposite of waking up from a nightmare, you woke up to a nightmare. So lucky for you, your older brother had also had the same pleasure and had promptly called you right afterwards.

“-but, don’t tell me you’re still hung up in library boy,” Stephen fought a yawn on the other end of the line.

“Library boy…” it had been two years and yet you still hadn’t experienced a single day where you hadn’t thought about Spencer, “you make him sound like a superhero.”

“A damn boring superhero,” finding too much amusement in his own joke, he laughed, “what are his powers, the dewy decimal system?”

“Yeah…” you frantically searched your brain to find something to change the subject to. Anything that didn’t make you feel like you might actually die.

Saved by the bell, someone was at your door, knocking on it slowly. Glancing over at the clock, it was still only 4:12, but who knew, maybe the FBI had just consumed a lot of coffee tonight.

“Hey, Stephen, the agents are here, okay?” you got up from the couch and made your way towards the entrance.

“Really? That was quick.”

“Blink and they’ll be at yours as well.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed, “let’s hope. Bye, sis.”

“Bye, love you.”

“Love you too,” was the last thing you heard before ending the call, setting the phone down as you passed the kitchen island and unlocked the heavy front door.

Swinging it open, you came face to face with the unnerving persistent calm smile of the older man on the other side of the threshold.

“Hello.”

“Hi,” you moved to let him pass, closing the door behind him, “I thought there were supposed to be two agents coming.”

“Yes… the other one is down in the car,” he enunciated.

“Alright… so, how’s this gonna work?” you watched him move calmly through your space, “Is your partner gonna stay outside on watch while you stay here or-

Interrupting you coldly, he quickly zoomed in on the photos in your crammed bookcase, “do you love your father?”

Shifting your stance, you blinked, “excuse me?”

“You see,” his long pointer finger ran over one of your framed photos, caressing them as he explained in a monotone voice, “he claims that I do not inhabit the ability to feel love. Not platonic, not romantic, not at all.”

“Sir?” your voice shook slightly as he turned to face you once more. You heard your heartbeat, pounding in your ears clear as day.

What transpired next, happened so fast that you almost didn’t have time to fully register it. Within seconds, the agent scurried toward you, and you felt a sharp sting, then a burning sensation on the side of your neck.

Your vision went blurry, and you just managed to catch the sight of him, still smiling, pulling back a now empty syringe from your skin, before everything went black.

The first thing you perceived as you regained consciousness with a low groan, was how cold your body felt. You felt like you finally understood the little match girl, shivering out in the cold December air, even though in reality it was nowhere near December for you. Next was the tight binds around your body. Both wrists and ankles were wrapped, as well as a few more across, just for good measure. It felt kinda like tape, the way it pulled on your hairs. And lastly was the rough, dust-covered couch underneath your skin, like sandpaper it prickled every pore on your body.

“Look who’s awake,” your body froze up at the sound of his voice, “just in time for the fun part.”

Finally, you managed to blink your heavy lids open and see the man you’d thought was an agent, sitting in a chair beside the couch you’d been dumped on. He popped off the lip on the thin marker he had in his hand as he loomed over you, and you choked out, “who are you? W-where am I?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw shredded fabrics resembling what you’d been wearing before, crumbled up on the floor.

“I am Frank,” his face didn’t change, still the same pleased, calm expression as before, “my graces mother is letting us stay in her apartment, isn’t that nice?” he took his eyes off your form for but a second, glancing up towards another room. Screaming out for the elderly woman to come to your aid, he swiftly tore off a piece of duct tape and covered up your cries, “she can’t hear you. She died many many years ago.”

With an exhale, he returned to his ogling of your naked body. What you initially feared was a weapon at the first touch, maybe another needle, turned out to be the green marker, dancing across your skin, drawing precise patterns.

“Now, I haven’t done it like this in a very long time…” he carefully recapped the pen and set it down, “you squirming like this? It’s fun, makes me feel all nostalgic for the time before I had discovered the wonders of ketamine,” whipping out a slender scalpel, the low light caught the metal, reflecting it directly into your wide eyes, “I usually prefer the presession that grants me, but I think this time, with you, I’ll do it the old-fashioned way…” scraping the instrument up your side, just light enough not to nick you, he moved in close, “you’re so pretty…” the scalpel came up to meet your cheek, catching your ever-flowing tears, “if your outsides are this pretty, I can’t wait to see what your insides look like.”

As if being drawn to it, he glanced up to check the time, then promptly reached a hand down in his pocket, “you think you can be good for me?” you felt him slide the tip of the scalpel under a corner of the tape covering your lips, “talk to your daddy for me, ask him to come save you, so that he will return what’s rightfully mine…” giving him the smallest of nods, “play nice,” he warned as he ripped back the tape, stealing most of your peach fuzz with it and held up a silver flip phone.

After a moment of ringing, you heard a voice, not your father’s, emit from the speaker, “this is agent Hotchner.”

“Let me talk to agent Gideon,” he kept his eyes locked with yours, “immediately.”

After only a small moment, a quiet female voice was heard, “yeah?”

“Garcia, get me Jason,” agent Hotchner said, “I have someone who wants to talk to him.”

A muffled, “it’s for you,” was heard before you the sound of your father’s soft voice found your ears.

“Yeah?”

Closing your eyes, you felt the dam of tears burst even more, “dad?”

“Y/n?”

“He wants me to ask you to save me.”

“Honey, everything’s going to be all right,” your father reassured you, seemingly keeping his tone calm in the situation.

“Apartment!” you yelled out before it was too late, “his mother’s apartment-“ before, not just the tape muted you, but also his rough palm, pressing it down over not only your mouth but also your nose, cutting off your air supply.

Clicking the small button to hinder you from hearing any more of the call, Frank lifted the phone up towards his ear, “Jason… shh… Jason. I chose the station because I know how much you love trains. I saw the toys in your apartment.”

And with that, he ended the call, and got up to his feet, “I’ll be right back, you just sit tight. If he won’t give me Jane, then I’ll at least have you to look forward to when I get back. I’ve got a sweet tooth, and you certainly qualify as a dessert.”

With a loud bang, the door to the apartment burst open and within seconds, the room was flooded with armed people. A blonde woman came into view, quickly lowering her gun, she produced a thin crinkly foil blanket and covered up your nude form.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now,” she carefully peeled back the duct tape from your lips, and you gasped for air. “Spence! I found her, she’s okay!”

“Y/n?” you heard a voice you didn’t think you’d ever hear again.

Kneeling down beside your shaking body, you saw none other than Spencer.

Eyes wide in horror, he moved to free you of your binds. His jaw clenched as he saw the surgical guides scribbled across your skin. “Are you okay?” the sound of his voice made all the chaos around you disappear, “did he-…“

Shivering like a leaf, you hazely reached up to touch his cheek, just to be sure you weren’t dreaming. “Spencer…” you slowly sat up, not caring one bit about how the foil fell down to expose you more, although your modesty was quickly saved by the young agent kneeling at your feet, catching it before you could flash too much. “Your hair,” your eyes flicked to take in every little change that had occurred during your time apart, “it’s long… And where are your glasses?” you asked through your clambering teeth, “did they fall off or something?”

“No, they didn’t,” his glossy eyes flicked.

“But,” for some reason, that tiny little detail was what your shocked brain chose to focus on, “you need them to see, w-why-“

“I’m wearing contacts, I can see you just fine, I promise,” searching, he asked once more, “Y/n, are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

Your body fell back against the couch cushions, sending a small dust cloud out around you, “define hurt.”

“It-, um,” he nearly explained, then looked down, “there is an ambulance outside ready to take you to the hospital. Gideon-, your dad, will most likely be there when you arrive. Can you stand?”

Catching his hand, you noticed the plethora of agents beginning to thin out. “Spencer,” you forced his worried eyes to find yours, “I’m sorry.”

“For what? None of this was your fault. You were expecting FBI agents to show up, so-“

“Spencer,” you tuned out your surroundings and squeezed his fingers to hopefully follow suit, “I’m sorry,” you repeated, hoping he would understand. “I’ve regretted it every day for two years.”

Chewing shakily on his bottom lip, he breathed out, “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, I’ve missed you,” you nearly collapsed in his direction, wanting so desperately to be close to him once more. Wrapping his arms around you, you buried your face in the crock of his neck, the edge of his kevlar scratching lightly against your cheek, “I’m sorr-“

“I know,” you felt him move to kiss your hairline, “I’m sorry too, I should have fought harder for you to have stayed. Should have made you understand, should have done anything but just stand there and do nothing.” Gently grabbing your face, he lulled it back to look in your eyes, “Y/n…”

Disappearing into his coffee eyes, you felt yourself melt in his arms, feeling safer by the second. He was here. He was finally here. And in that moment, all you could think about was the million fairy tales you had read throughout your life, and how the prince would always sweep in towards the end and cure everything with a true love’s kiss…

“Kiss me,” you uttered softly, and with a small sigh, he didn’t even look around to see if anyone was watching before he pressed his lips gently against yours.

“I love you. I love you so much, I’m so sorry.”

“Y/n,” he breathed deep as you nuzzled your nose against his, “I love you too.”

#snowdrop #spencer reid x gideon daughter!reader #lea’s writing #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid series #spencer reid hurt/comfort #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid fic

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starrysnowdrop · 5 months

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Hali Aloke ✨🌊

I was tagged by @disciple-of-frost to take on the Pinterest Aesthetic Challenge, to make a moodboard based on aesthetic images found on Pinterest! Thank you so much for thinking of me sweetie! 💖

I’ve made a few moodboards for Hali in the past, but since I adore moodboards so much I just had to make another one! This one I tried to not only choose images with symbolism of Hali’s connection to the stars and the sea, but also to Aymeric through Ishgard and the snowdrop flower.

Since I’m not sure who’s been tagged already, nor do I know who’d want to do this anyway, I’ll do an open tag! If you’d like to do this, go ahead and say I tagged you!!

#pinterest aesthetic challenge #aesthetic moodboard #character moodboard #hali aloke #oc: drops of jupiter

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thornedswan · 9 months

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Tagged by @fireworksgalaxy to do a pinterest name moodboard [ Name + Core ]

anyway, I saw some pretty interesting stuff 🥸

tagging: @softbobamilktae @micmicyoongis @jinnie-forthe-winnie @cordiallyfuturedwight @kth1 @loveroftime @southbreak @snowdrop-yoongi @raplinenthusiasts @tofiveohfive @sopekooks @jofrancis @bultaereume @moonasteries @stardustyoongi @yoonjinzayn @moonlightstear ( ahem idk who to tag so ...so aHem )

#tae.txt #this was neat. I haven't done a tag in like...3000 years. I am so sorry to anyone who has tagged me in something jshsjshs

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