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Though my soul may set in d a r k n e s s,

it will rise in p e r f e c t

l i g h t;

I have loved the s t a r s too fondly to be

f e a r f u l of the night.

― The Old Astronomer to His Pupil

[Independent Criminal Minds OC rp blog]

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fuckyeahmoleskines:

This tiny heart. These wounds which won’t heal.

fuckyeahmoleskines:

This tiny heart. These wounds which won’t heal.

glamourofthegods:

*happy sigh*

glamourofthegods:

*happy sigh*

god seriously what if he does like me jfc i dont know what im gonna do omg because it’s probably every fangirl’s dream come true

6 hours ago 1 note

twinkwolf:

a comprehensive list of AUs that need to happen 

  • both of our children are sick in the hospital and we meet nightly at the coffee machine au!!!!!
  • spies that have to be fake married on a fake honeymoon on an undercover operation in the tropics au
  • i’m in love with your crafts in your etsy shop and i’m also in love with you au 
  • college au where my roommate brings me home to their thanksgiving and my roommate’s sister has brought her friend home as well and oh no you’re hot au
  • drunk strangers arrested for having sex outside of the bar and are stuck doing community service together au 
  • a photojournalist and a red cross worker in a conflict zone au 
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#plot
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Pieces of Dreams || Bec & Sherry

rebeckalindahl:

sheridangrant:

There was no better way to assuage the emotions Sherry felt than through photography. Travelling around the world and taking pictures of the culture of people was not only enriching, but it gave her a sense of purpose, and that she was given this second chance to live out her life the way she wanted to.

And so now she found herself in Sweden, camera in hand as she was on her way to meet a journalist she was pairing with for an article. They decided to meet up in a small coffee shop, to keep things casual while they brainstorm.

Hazel eyes scanned the room as she walked in, dressed comfortably in a black jumpsuit, denim jacket, white trainers, and a few accessories, she looked casual enough yet serious as well. It was then she spotted Rebecka; of course she did some searching on her first—out of habit of course.

"Rebecka Lindahl?" she asked, smiling at the fellow blonde. "I’m Sheridan, pleased to meet you."

Rebecka looked up at the woman with a little bit of panic in her eyes.  She was typing away on her laptop furiously; she was so close to missing the deadline for this story she was actually worried this time.  She wasn’t usually worried; these deadlines were things she was used to.  And she was good under pressure, but this one, this one had been moved up a full 24 hours, and she had this meeting with this photographer for her next assignment…and she wasn’t even done with this one!

She was mumbling while she reached one hand out to shake the woman’s hand and she quickly went back to finishing typing out her thought.

Her large eyes were focused on the laptop screen and she noticed the woman still standing.

“Sit, sit, sit…” she said, friendly but impatient.  “I’ll be right with you…” and she raised her hand to the woman behind the counter to bring out two more coffees.

Rebecka didn’t notice the awkward silence as she typed away and when she finished her thought , she heaved a deep sigh and ran her fingers through her hair.

“Sheridan,” she said pushing her laptop aside and leaning on the table just a bit.  She was running on caffeine and adrenaline and it probably wasn’t the best time to be meeting someone new, but there was no choice.  “Very nice to meet you as well.  I’m sorry about this…I’m a bit…my deadline was moved up and…” she made a terrified face at the woman across from her.

Rebecka had done a little checking on the photographer she would be working with. She hadn’t found out too much, but then again, she hadn’t had much time.

“Are you…staying at a hotel?  Or do you have a flat here?”

The coffee was delivered and Rebecka thanked the woman, pouring two spoonful’s of sugar and a healthy serving of cream into her coffee.  She took a deep breath as the cream swirled in her coffee.  The patterns it made always made Rebecka calm down, if even just for a minute.

She looked back at the woman and smiled.

Sherry understood somewhat what the woman was going through; she too had been in the same position, except she had to deal with the pressure of having to save more lives for a deadline. As she sat down she ordered  sweet iced tea instead of coffee, glad to know that they served the vanilla flavoured one she always liked.

It was hard for her to leave the FBI, but she had to for the sake of her health. Now she lectures while working on the side as a photographer, and it’s offered her more time to take care of herself, especially after she survived the hardest battle she ever had in her life—leukaemia. She took out her notebook and started sketching the people inside the coffee shop as she waited for Rebecka to finish, but soon set it aside as she was spoken to.

"I’m staying at a hotel, nothing too fancy." she said as she too out her portfolio, handing it to the other woman. "These are some of my photos, I try not to stick to one genre; I find that variety is quite advantageous in my line of work. I do hope you like them." she added with a soft chuckle.

thefuzzletor:

Inspirational pokemon photos.

Pieces of Dreams || Bec & Sherry

There was no better way to assuage the emotions Sherry felt than through photography. Travelling around the world and taking pictures of the culture of people was not only enriching, but it gave her a sense of purpose, and that she was given this second chance to live out her life the way she wanted to.

And so now she found herself in Sweden, camera in hand as she was on her way to meet a journalist she was pairing with for an article. They decided to meet up in a small coffee shop, to keep things casual while they brainstorm.

Hazel eyes scanned the room as she walked in, dressed comfortably in a black jumpsuit, denim jacket, white trainers, and a few accessories, she looked casual enough yet serious as well. It was then she spotted Rebecka; of course she did some searching on her first—out of habit of course.

"Rebecka Lindahl?" she asked, smiling at the fellow blonde. "I’m Sheridan, pleased to meet you."

15 hours ago 4 notes
The damaged loves the damaged.

 Chuck Palahniuk, Snuff (via wordsnquotes)
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