#Random-Marble-Pebbles

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I love giving characters plot irrelevant crafting hobbies it’s so important to me

[notlongtolove]

the garden is growing

"you live together, work together. doesn’t it all get a little boring?" there’s a weight to her observation, something invasive, like she’s pulling out weeds that you never asked her to tend, tilling through soil that’s been left unbothered for too long. the cups of tea, the folding of blankets. you could never call that boring.

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader (second person, no y/n)

genre: fluff! maybe angst if you really really squint

content: after catching up with an old friend, bau!reader and bf!spencer have a contemplative talk about their relationship as they walk home. domestic... mentions of marriage... lurve in the air...

word count: 2.2k

note: a post finals treat to myself! leaned heavy into the garden imagery for this one lol, this was heavily inspired by the poem linked, i highly recommend it! o i also added some song recs below for this one :P (ps i did not mean to compare spencer's eyes to PEBBLES but it was either that or a random brown flower... sorry.)

a line: The perennial pushes its way through the cracks in the concrete—small, steady, and undeniably alive. It’s there. It’s growing.

If you ask me 'What's new?', I have nothing to say Except that the garden is growing. - wendy cope

When you were younger, you had a garden. A field just a stone's throw from your front door. Not the kind in a backyard, fenced in and manageable. No, it was wild and uncontained, the grass alive beneath your feet. They used to say love was like a garden. You'd think about that sometimes—how you were supposed to tend to it, rake and comb and pull out the weeds before they strangled your beautiful flowers. And when it rained, you just had to let it. Let the downpour come and see what survived.

You’re standing under the awning, shaking droplets off your jacket. You mumble a thanks to the doorman as he holds the door open, offering a silent nod in return. The door opens to a polished, marble lobby, and suddenly you’re acutely aware of how out of place you look. You’d come straight from the office, having dwindled your stack of case files from a grand total of 26 to a modest 19. The grand mirror to your left does nothing to help. If anything, it’s magnifying the creased fabric of your trousers and the damp strands of hair stuck to your cheek. You shift uncomfortably, tugging at your sleeves and smoothing your hair out in a futile attempt at order. It was urgent she’d said. A matter of utmost importance. You’re not sure why you’re here, but you know with certainty that you’d rather not be.

She sees you before you see her. She calls out for you, the nickname wrapping around you like a sweater one size too small—warm but suffocating. It might as well be. You haven’t seen her in nearly a year—maybe a year and a half? You shrug, suddenly missing Spencer’s precision, his ability to pin things down to the day, the hour.

“Hi,” you manage, sliding into the seat opposite her. “I’m really sorry. Work was crazy—” you start, but your words dissolve the moment she thrusts her hand forward. A diamond—no, a boulder—catches the light, dazzling and deliberate. You nearly choke on the glass of water you’ve just picked up. 

“Let me tell you about crazy,” she says, her grin sharpening. 

Oh, the yacht! And don’t even get me started on the violins, can you believe it! The sea was just gorgeous—Did I mention it was on a yacht? Her words tumble out as you try to follow along, but you can’t quite keep up, only noting it definitely involved an abhorrent amount of Dom Perignon.

“I wish you could’ve been there to see it,” she says, her voice tinged with what you hope is nostalgia and not pity.

“I’m sorry I missed it,” you murmur, and you mean it—sort of. You used to be close, but since starting at the BAU, everything else kind of took a backseat. It had to. “I wish I could’ve too. Work’s been—”

“Crazy, right,” she cuts in, waving it off. "Big fancy BAU," She winks. “That job’s gonna be the death of you one day y’know, all those hours.” You force a laugh, but her words hit a little too literally, heavier than she knows. You don’t think she quite grasps the reality of your work.

“So,” she says, leaning in now, her chin propped delicately on her hand, her diamond ring catching the light. You can’t help but think it’s mocking you. “How’s things going with Spencer?”

“Oh, they’re going fine.”

“Fine?” She raises her brows. “Trouble in paradise?”

“No, not at all,” you insist, your voice instinctively rising in defence. “We’re—fine. You know, same old, same old. We just wrapped a big case actually. This guy—” You cut yourself off, realizing mid-sentence that the story of a guy meticulously collecting hair from women post-mortem doesn’t feel like the kind of story to share during dinner under a sparkling chandelier—Not that you’re doing much eating anyway. The menu was a labyrinth of fancy salads, obscure cheeses, and entrées described in French that you’re only half sure translate to lamb. You’d settled for pushing a few greens around your plate, making a mental note to stop by the bodega later.  

Her laugh pulls you back to the table, “I don’t know how you do it.”

“Do what?”

“You know… Live together, work together, day in, day out. Doesn’t it all get a little...” She trails off, letting her expression finish the sentence. 

“A little… what?”

“Boring?”

You blink. “Boring?”

The word tastes bitter. You don’t like it. The way the dog always chases the cat? Boring. The way the cat always seeks shelter in the same tree? Boring. But the way they both come running home every time you call? That’s never boring. Spencer in the quiet mornings—hair tousled, voice soft and sleepy as he murmurs a 'good morning.' The cups of tea, the folding of blankets. You could never call that boring. 

She laughs lightly, the sound cutting through the restaurant’s hum. “Not in a bad way! I just mean... do you guys even go out? Like, for fun? You guys have been together for, what like, years now?” Three years and 4 months, you think to yourself. You’d never need Spencer’s eidetic memory to remember that. 

“Well, yeah, sure we do…” you say finally. “Um, we went to a museum recently.” You don’t tell her it was to interview a suspect. Her smile tightens, like she’s not sure whether to believe you or feel sorry for you. You take a careful sip of water, resisting the urge to shift under her gaze. There’s a weight to her observation, something invasive, like she’s pulling out weeds that you never asked her to tend, tilling through soil that’s been left unbothered for too long. Outside, the rain keeps falling.

By the time you part with polite hugs and hollow smiles, the downpour has softened to a drizzle. Spencer is waiting by the curb, hair slightly damp. His eyes light up at the sight of you. Under the glow of the streetlight, they remind you of the pebbles you used to collect by the garden path. You’d carry them home, pocketful by pocketful, washing and scrubbing at them until they shone. Only your favourites made it to your shelf. Tiny, perfect trophies.

“Hi, honey.”

"Hiya." You lean into his chest, a tired smile tugging at your lips as you manage a strained, “I’m starving.” 

“Hi starving. Care for a burrito?” he asks, tilting a takeout bag toward you with a small smile.

Your eyes meet his, and there’s something in his smile—soft, understanding, familiar—that makes your chest ache. “How’d you know?” you ask, practically tearing into the bag.

“Searched the menu after you left,” he says simply, falling into step beside you as you start walking. “Figured you wouldn't have liked much in there,” he shrugs, casual. You feel your cheeks warm. Two hours away from Spencer Reid is two hours too long. 

The walk home is quiet at first, the two of you picking your way around puddles reflecting neon signs. The burrito’s long gone, leaving your hand free for Spencer to hold, fingers interlocked.

“She’s engaged,” you say eventually.

Spencer furrows his brows. “Already?”

“It’s only been like, what, eight? nine months?”

Spencer frowns, pauses then says, “256 days”, the precision drawing a faint smile from you.

“Crazy isn’t it?”

“I guess. Some people are like that,” he says, “Did you know statistically, couples who get engaged within the first year of dating are 20% more likely to divorce within the first five years?”

“With that prenup incoming she’d better hope they’re the exception then…” you murmur, not really listening. 

There’s something in your chest, persistent and heavy. You can feel its roots stirring, working its way beneath the surface, threatening to loosen the earth that keeps you grounded. 

A few more steps in silence. Then, quietly, “Do you think we’re boring?”

“Boring?” Spencer tilts his head slightly. “Do you think we’re boring?”

You hesitate, suddenly self-conscious. “I don’t think we’re boring, but you know, we don’t do much.” 

“We’re in the FBI, honey. I’d argue we do a lot.” He smirks, the corner of his mouth twitching playfully. You try to laugh, but it comes out forced, brittle—like a flower trying to push out a bloom that's not quite ready yet.

Spencer notices, as he always does. “Is there something you want to do?” It stirs in you again, something tender and uncertain. You don’t know if it will be a flower that blooms or a weed that chokes out everything else. 

“No,” You say a little too quickly, “Nothing really, just... Other than work and home—”

“What’d she say?”

“Hm?”

“You love work, you live for it—I practically have to drag you out of the office most days,” he reasons, tone calm and steady. “And, if this is something that was bothering you… I’d have known. So it must’ve been something she said.” You stop walking, the words catching in your throat. It bothers you—how her vines have crept into your garden, straight through to the soil beneath. Flowers rarely thrive in foreign soil, you think. 

“Not really,” you lie, biting your lip—a tell Spencer surely catches. “We just talked about the engagement. Well, she talked.”

He doesn’t press, though you can tell he doesn’t believe you. His gaze lingers, but he chooses to give you space. “How was it? The engagement.”

“Something about a yacht,” you reply with a shrug.

“I thought she was afraid of water.”

“Not when it’s on a million-dollar vessel, apparently.”

Spencer chuckles. You continue to walk. Your feet do their best to trace the familiar trail, trying to find the garden path that takes you home. Left. Right. Left. Right. But your thoughts snag, tripping on an unseen vine, and you stumble.

“Do you ever think about it?” you ask.

“About what?”

“Like... if we ever get married and stuff.”

Now it’s Spencer’s turn to stop mid-step, rooted to the spot, his body going still. You freeze too, breath trapped in your chest, a flush spreading across your cheeks. “I’m sorry,” you rush to say, the guilt sharp and immediate. “That was silly, I shouldn’t have brought it up.” 

You tug softly on his hand trying to pull him forward, but he doesn’t budge. His brows knit together as his gaze locks with yours. 

“When.” 

“When what?”

“You said if. I’m saying when. When we get married.”

“When we get married?” you repeat, your voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking any louder might shatter the moment.

“Yeah,” he says, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “When. Not if. I don’t think really of it as a hypothetical possibility.”

Your chest tightens and you don’t know exactly what to say, but your fingers instinctively tighten around his. Spencer senses your silence and rushes to fill the space.

“Do you… not think that?” he asks, a hint of uncertainty creeping into his voice.

“I do! Of course, I do.” Your voice falters. “I just… I didn’t know you thought about it that way too.”

Spencer hums, soft smile on his face. “I know I tend to look at things in terms of statistics, probabilities—But us? There’s no ‘ifs’. Not with you, honey. Never with you.”

And just like that, the earth beneath you shifts, breaking apart to reveal a bud. Not a flower but a fruit-bearing tree. You try and fight the urge to throw yourself into his arms and kiss him, but he’s already leaning in, his lips warm and familiar against yours. As you pull back, eyes locked, you think back to the pebbles you used to collect. Your tiny, perfect trophies—Spencer’s eyes are far better, you think. 

“You smell like burrito,” he teases. You laugh, the sound light and easy. “You love burritos.”

He brushes a stray curl from your forehead. “I love you.”

Through the clearing, you see it. The vines have receded, the rain has come and gone. Your feet step off the garden path with certainty. It’s safe now. It’s here. 

“So,” you say with renewed excitement, your steps light as you glance at him, “Beach wedding?”

Spencer wrinkles his nose. “Do you have any idea how much fecal bacteria there is in beach sand?”

“Blegh.” 

“No, seriously. Beach sand has 10 to 100 times more fecal bacteria than seawater.”

“How about we don’t throw around the word ‘fecal’ when my burrito is still working its way through me,” you reply, grimacing. “What’s your genius idea then?”

He grins. “Barn wedding?”

“Spence, I love you, and I know you’ve always wanted to be a cowboy, but I’m not walking down the aisle with hay in my hair.”

He laughs, shaking his head as you walk side by side, hands swaying between you. Spencer spots a perennial growing out of concrete cracks by the lamppost 2 steps ahead of you. 

“What about a garden wedding? In spring?” 

“A garden wedding,” you say, a soft smile spreading across your face, “Yeah, I’d really like that, spring’s nice.”

"Okay,” he says, hand warm in yours, “in spring then."

There’s no towering oak tree, ancient and steadfast, to mark this moment, no circle of wildflowers dancing wildly around with their colours. But still the perennial pushes its way through the cracks in the concrete—small, steady, and undeniably alive. It’s there. It’s growing.

They used to say love was like a garden. When his drought comes, silent but devastating nonetheless, you quench it with your rain—soft, temperamental. And when your rain changes her tide, thrashing and wild, he shelters you beneath his leaves, vast and unyielding. Together you prune the dead parts, plant anew, and marvel at what thrives.

The next time someone asks you how things are going, there’s no pursed smile or hesitant pause, distant in thought. You just smile and say it's going. It's going alright. It's going great. It’s going fine. 

Because all that matters is that it's going. 

Your garden is growing. 

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ᯓ★ song recs if you feel like it: nothing by bruno major love letter from the sea to the shore by delaney bailey

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[brights-place]

A/N: Me when I first watched Marble Hornets, Tribe Twelve and Every Man hybrid ^

Anyways these are some funny Headcannons for the cast of marble hornets that popped up into my head sooo hope you enjoy them!

Marble Hornets Head Cannons

Timothy Wright/Masky

Tim:

-he has a limp due to masky not wanting to rest when he is injured

-bookworm

-The mom friend

-gives big bear hugs

-trust issues

-likes taking naps

-has road rage

-socially awkward around strangers

-neglects himself

-makes really good pancakes

-likes to annoy his coworkers

-very ticklish

-has some bandages and bruises due to masky

-when singing karoke he rocks the stage

-Rollerskating on them haters

-the last thing Tim said to Alex as he stabbed him to death was "This is for everything you took away from us" by 'Us' he mean't Jay,Brian,Seth,Jessica,Amy and his alternate split personality Masky along with Brian's split personality Hoodie.

Yes Masky and Tim are two separate people stuck in the same body. Tim is the man being caught up in a crazy situation and Masky being his crazy murder version, thats why Tim forgets everything that happens when Masky is taken control.

Masky:

-major adhd

-usually pretty chill but when he gets angry, he gets violently angry

-throws tantrums sometimes

-likes climbing trees

-sneaky, but not as sneaky as Hoodie

-loves throwing stones and pebbles at Alex then running away

-jumps onto Hoodies back and clings to him to get on his nerves

-he changed the way his mask looked four different times before he was satisfied with it

-has a habit of tackling his problems (literally)

-hes ticklish, but not as much as Tim

-he was jealous of Jay at the start because Hoodie insisted on protecting him

-Competitive

-Also Roller Skates and flexes on the other proxies about it cause he can do tricks.

Brian Thomas/Hoodie Brian:

-egotistical

-social butterfly

-therapist friend

-sunshine boy

-good grades

-probably the most athletic of the group

-laughs at his own jokes

-always planning fun little road trips

-Mama's boy

-he makes sure to smack anybody who disses on there mother

-Is a Gentleman

-overprotective of his friends

-he once let Tim copy his homework in middle school

-pays for other people's things

-loves playgrounds. Like a lot. When he sees one, he HAS to play on it

-likes taking photos

-under his bed he has a nerf gun stash... Tim and Alex Have been victims when they come over to Brian's

Hoodie

-Serious

-has a BIG love for nature

-unpatient as hell

-does parkour

-sneaky

-secretly clingy

-easily annoyed

-quiet

-enjoys bossing Masky around

-insomniac

-listens to music while doing a job/task or just walking around

-has a habit of chewing on spoons

-His gloves where a gift from his mother...

-He's a mama's boy

-great at hide & seek

-breaks into Alex's apartment and moves stuff around to mess with him (once he rearranged the whole apartment while Alex was sleeping)

-Records the others doing random shit

-has blackmail of everyone

-Always plans everything out

-Hates when they rush in without a plan it pisses him off so after the mission he stares at the group intensely and starts signing in sign language to piss the group off.

Alex Kralie

-Listens to classic music

-Alex Understands and knows sign language due to his mother being deaf so when brian signs he understands whats he's saying

-Laughed when he called Tim 'A man Who's ass is even bigger then his fuck brain'

-Him and Brian have nerf battles when they feel like messing around

-Top student in his collage class

-Allows Amy to put makeup on him cause he loves his girlfriend but is annoyed when someone brings it up.

-Good with Computers

-Serious

-Theater Kid

-Equal rights = Equal Fights

-He has a video of everybody doing dumb shit

-A Rihanna Fan

-Sleep Talks & Walks

-Major Anger Issues

-Send Help to Seths Dog

-Hates dogs (Cause they loud)

-Knows how to play guitar

Jay Merrick/Skully

Jay

-Also A Theater Kid

-Keeps to himself alot

-Introvert

-Tired 24/7

-Doesn't eat a lot so the group have to remind him.

-He was on Set design

-Wrote some Scripts for other Projects

-There all in a box somwhere

-ADHD

-Stims

-gets cold easily

-Collects random stuff

-Wears lots of comfy clothes

-Likes Abba

-Sings his heart out to disney songs when they all are drunk

Skully

-Feral

-Jay's alter

-Fast Runner

-Introverted until you get to know him more

-becomes an extrovert when he feels comfortable -More annoying than scary but can be scary

-Jay doesn't know about skullys existence until years later.

-I feel like he acts like he's on drugs without actually being on drugs, you know?

-Like either crackhead energy or just really caffeinated (same with Jay sometimes)

-Tried Smoking once

-he was in a coughing fit

-Knows Basic Medical treatment

Jessica

-best delivery person

-She and Tim gossip alot

-Feels like she owes Tim & Hoodie for saving her

-The Cool Aunt

-BEST music taste

-Always brings extra stuff to wherever they go.

-Fights with everybody on who pays for dinner

-Can ROAST the shit outta you

-Her and Amy likes doing girls night

-Amazing Actor

-Paints

-Knows how to play Piano

-Played Rush E to convince Alex for her and Amy to go out

-AMAZING Dancer

Amy

-Did costume design in highschool

-Artist

-Loves Baking

-Did violin, piano, flute and drama in highschool

-Amazing Singer

-Knows how to multi-task

-In Med School

-Gossiping with Jessica and Tim makes her laugh

-Use to drive without a Licences

-Very Flexible

-Goes on picnic dates with Alex

-posts photos of her days on her social media's

-Alex was so shocked when seeing Amy do an Gymanstic trick

-Girl is SKILLED

-Likes pet sitting for seth

-Alex gets pissed due to Amy not letting him have a say

Seth

-Loves his dog -Best uncle figure -Has dozens of photos and videos from trips

-Did cinematography in high school, still doing it in collage -makes music -Met Jay freshman year in high school

-Knows how to make drinks

-being a Bartender was a side job

-Plays with his dog and wants to cry leaving his dog

-Seth has a smirk when dropping off his dog

-Knows how to play Instruments

-Was in the school band

-Fluent in English,German and Dutch

[ungodly-amounts-of-godly-trauma]

major bracket masterpost

four groups will meet on the final stage to see who makes it to the finals… and lastly… who wins

matchups were randomized and placement in the major bracket was based on my own research (i.e. search the fandom name on tumblr and gauge popularity). i tried my best, but if yall have any issues let me know and i'll see what i can do

view them on the website HERE. below the cut is the list of all the matches. the links will be updated as polls go along

group a:

team greek mythology vs. team percy jackson

gabriel vs. chosen one

quasimodo vs. volo

anders vs. team mechanisms

team cookie run vs. orel

jack kennedy vs. kristen applebees

team tma vs. team apotheosis

team awakening vs. akito sohma

group b:

midnight mass vs. team charlie pc

beverly toegold vs. raven

zagreus vs. team tgcf

team real life vs. scp-096

matthias helvar vs. team genshin

seven brothers vs. salem

stanford pines vs. catra and adora

team three houses vs. team free will

group c:

team warrior cats vs. team steven universe

town of hatchetfield vs. holy quintet

jark harkness vs. team we know the devil

hollow knight vs. hyness

sister carpenter vs. team botw

outsider vs. five pebbles

lloyd garmadon vs. all the boiling isles especially hunter

edward and alphonse elric vs. casey jones jr

group d:

yuna vs. arthur lester

niko vs. team mistborn

team trigun vs. team traumageddon

kfc dreemurrs vs. team princess

aziraphale and crowley vs. marble hornet

nicolo di genova vs. team bible

team critical vs. norman minecraft

vector vs. yoo joonghyuk and kim dokja

[rickypowell23]

XXL Series Random Marble Tiles to Enhance the Aesthetic Appeal of Your Interiors | Stone Concepts OZ

Marbles of any size are a beauty. Be it in small mini pebble size or XXL series (for example, XXL Random Marble 1 metre 2), marbles are a perfect stone for your interiors or even your exterior space when you plan to create an appealing ambience. https://stoneconceptsoz.com.au/random-xxl.html

[robingentile01]

XXL Series Random Marble Tiles to Enhance the Aesthetic Appeal of Your Interiors | Stone Concepts OZ

Marbles of any size are a beauty. Be it in small mini pebble size or XXL series (for example, XXL Random Marble 1 metre 2), marbles are a perfect stone for your interiors or even your exterior space when you plan to create an appealing ambience. https://stoneconceptsoz.com.au/random-xxl.html

[bizznessupdates]

XXL Series Random Marble Tiles to Enhance the Aesthetic Appeal of Your Interiors | Stone Concepts OZ

Marbles of any size are a beauty. Be it in small mini pebble size or XXL series (for example, XXL Random Marble 1 metre 2), marbles are a perfect stone for your interiors or even your exterior space when you plan to create an appealing ambience. https://stoneconceptsoz.com.au/random-xxl.html

[sunjaynath-blog]

XXL Series Random Marble Tiles to Enhance the Aesthetic Appeal of Your Interiors | Stone Concepts OZ

Marbles of any size are a beauty. Be it in small mini pebble size or XXL series (for example, XXL Random Marble 1 metre 2), marbles are a perfect stone for your interiors or even your exterior space when you plan to create an appealing ambience. https://stoneconceptsoz.com.au/random-xxl.html

[stphns3311]

Indonesian random marble, Indonesian pebble tiles, Indonesian mosaic tiles

When it comes to elevating the aesthetics of your space, many house owners become uncompromising. They just want everything above their preference and style that matches their liking and standards. https://stoneconceptsoz.com.au/indonesian-natural-stones.html

[biankabarniakova]

MEDITATION: POSITION. I., 2022

caucasus marble

50 x 30 x 30cm

Nothing is more perfect than nature.

I came to this realization one spring day as i sat on the shore of a lake, full of pebbles, and examinated each stone i held in my hands. Their shapes and colors convinced me that chance is more than perfection. The shape resembling a random stone from nature, the notch symbolizung the pursuit of perfection, a trait that narrows humanity, while realizing that this pursuit exceeds natural laws, disrupts the original natural perfection.

[prashant-2605]

Mixed Polished 3-5 CM Beach Pebbles

Mixed Polished Pebbles feature some grays, tans, and creams in random sizes and shapes. These natural beach pebbles are perfect for landscaping projects to keep weeds down, for water features and fountains, and wandering natural pathways. These natural marble stones are available in 2 different size ranges to allow for a variety of applications.