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oh my goodness, one of dian fossey’s first close up observations with gorillas happened when she was trying to climb a tree to see them better, but so badly that by the time she’d gotten up the entire group had come out of hiding to look at her: “Nearly all members of the group had totally exposed themselves, forgetting about hiding coyly behind foliage screens because it was obvious to them that the observer had been distracted by tree-climbing problems, an activity they could understand.”

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Percy in Poseidon's eyes in every seafam fic:

And it is always an amazing writing ✍️

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saw this cute post and now I'm not going on reddit for the rest of the day. quit while you're ahead

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The fact that animals that care for their young will sometimes adopt others' lost or orphaned young to raise along their own is just funny to me. I know that it's all hormonal and there's no conscious thought involved in it, but the internal logic of it is so funny.

"Baby = success. More baby = more success. I have one baby and I found four other baby. I have five baby. I am being so fucking successful right now."

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Just saw a post asking how tall people are and now I want to make it a poll. Apologies to people in the fringe height categories, you do not get specifics.

I had to consult a chart for this

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my biggest s3xual fantasy is to have someone notice my absence and wonder about me lol

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Goodnight Prank

pairing: Ex-Husband!Aaron Hotchner x Reader

summary: After being inspired by the TikTok trend of calling your exes to wish them goodnight, Aaron Hotchner is surprised with a call from his ex-wife.

word count: 1.3k

warning: straight up fluff

note: Also, this wouldn't be me because I would've never let go of him sooooo

Even though exhaustion hadwrapped around his muscles, his body ached to be scrubbed off in the shower and melted back into the comforts of his bed, Aaron could not give in just yet. It might've not been a day where they were on the field, an uncommon occurrence really, but he'd rather tackle down an unsub than do paperwork.

A heavy sigh left his lips as he glanced to his side. His eyes met the darkness that shadowed the empty tables of his team. Stacks of folders and valuables documents sat as piles on their desk. Looking back at his table, his stack had decreased significantly from what seemed impossible. However, it did force him to stay longer than he had intended to—2 hours past his usual clock-out. Some days fell inevitable.

The folder he laid across his table stared up at him, waiting patiently for him to wrap it up. Rereading the sentence he had read at least four times already, the words were a jumbled-up mess, Aaron repositioned himself on his seat to get back into the mood he started with. Just a few more. With his ink pen ready in hand, he was ready to scribble the same signature he had jotted down more than twelve times already.

RINGGGG. The abrupt noise cut through the empty air. Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, the phone buzzed, screaming for his attention. Aaron snatched it. Was it another emergency case? He hoped not, because he didn't want to deal with the hassle of calling his team. All the dreaded thoughts about another mission left his body once his eyes read the caller’s ID. A relieved exhale calmed down his nerves. It was just Y/N. But then like a cracked open dam, his heart picked up its pace. Nervousness from anticipation. Why is she calling? Is she in danger?

Not allowing the phone to cycle through another ring, Aaron interjected midway—silencing its cries, “Hello Y/N.” He was up from his seat. More like shot up, and that usually meant business.

"Hey Aaron," She responded. Sitting cross-legged on her sofa with a blanket thrown over her lap, Y/N played with the cold metal of her bracelet. It had been one of those self-care nights: hair wash day, body shaved, skin shining from body oil, and teeth shining from whitening strips—she felt like she could take over the world. Maybe because she had already miraculously won the battle in the shower, to end up in her best pyjamas under her fluffiest blanket. "Am I disturbing?"

The unit chief shook his head—forgetting that he was behind a screen and that she could not see him. She had that effect on him. "No, not at all." Clearing his throat to remove the obstruction in his throat, his mouth suddenly forgot how to function. "You okay? You... don't usually call."

A small chuckle pressed into his ear, "Yeah. I don't, huh?"

Playing a soft smile on his lips, Aaron played with the pens that sat on his desk—arranging them in their organized, proper way as his mind focused every second of the call. Anything that he could get from her. Every breath, every laugh.

"Whatcha doin'?" Y/N inquired, reaching for the TV remote.

"Working, you know—the usual." Aaron sat on the edge of his desk, readying himself for the lecture he just dragged himself into. He could've lied. He could've said he was in bed, just reading a little bit before hitting it off to snooze land, but a small part of him wanted this, wanted to hear her lecture like old times.

"What?" All it took was to glance at a clock. "Aaron, it's twelve in the morning and your ass is in the office?" Even though they'd had this conversation more than she could count, Aaron was stubborn. She remembered strange hours of nights when she drove herself to his office just to drag him back home. Home. Suddenly, the walls of her house caved in. Short core memories they shared knocked on her door, flooding her thoughts. A glance was thrown to the empty side of the sofa he would sit at, the sofa they had bought together.

All the exhaustion he had felt not too long ago had left his body. Other men would let out the heaviest sigh and end the call—especially when it was a call with their ex-wife, but not Aaron Hotchner. No, he grinned. "Yeah? Guess I lost track of time."

"You always lose track of time, Aaron Hotchner, you can't be doing this." Y/N scolded, rolling her eyes. "I can hear your joints creaking all the way here."

Shaking his head at her audacity, Aaron let out a laugh, already expecting her to say that. However, she had him beat as she said it before the 1-minute mark he had expected. A con of being a profiler. A curse and a blessing. He responded, "Alright, don't be mean now. I'm not that old."

"That's not what you said when we first met."

Aaron huffed, "Maybe I should ask you then missy, why are you up at this time?"

"Wouldn't you wanna know, weather boy?" Before he could interject and question, she cut him off. "Cleaned my whole place today. I think we might have matching joints now."

"Welcome to the club," God, Aaron felt his cheeks pinch and sting from how much he was smiling. Maybe it wouldn't have hurt as much if he had smiled more. He thought he couldn't grin wider, but he did once he heard a laugh from the other end. "Well, you needed me?"

An 'oh' came from her lips as she realized why she called him. Repositioning herself on her seat to lock back in, she rested her feet on the sofa. She inhaled a bit before she got to the fun part, "I just wanted to say goodnight."

Aaron blinked, processing her words, "Goodnight?"

She hummed, "Yeah, I'm ready for bed and jus' wanted to say goodnight before I snooze off." It took a lot from her to not let a laugh escape because she knew if one wrong breath went out—she was done for. She would blow her cover.

Aaron wasn’t sure if it was the lack of sleep finally catching up to him or if his age had caught up to the point he might’ve lost his hearing because he truly could not comprehend what was going on. He picked up on the small laugh, “Are you okay?” He asked. “Are you drunk? Do you need me to come over?”

She couldn’t help the laughter from escaping. After gathering herself back, she responded, “I’m fine Aaron, really, and I’m not drunk. Just wanted to wish you a goodnight and sleep tight.”

Aaron took time to process her words, still unconvinced with her words, “Are you high?”

“What?” She half-screamed, fully amused at his accusations. “Aaron, I am perfectly fine. I have not had any sip of alcohol, I am not smoking a blunt right now, and I am also not doing coke. Can a girl not wish you goodnight?”

“Of course, you can,” Aaron responded, his tone as if she had asked a rhetorical question.

“Alright then," Y/N beamed, expressing too much energy for someone at midnight, especially after claiming victory in her bathroom. "Goodnight Aaron.” The words sounded coy, almost as if there was an underlying intention.

Aaron smiled, rounding to the seating side of his desk, and pulling open the drawer to reveal his wedding band that he shared with her. He felt like a high schooler again, “Goodnight, missy.”

“Byee,” Y/N sang softly, picking at the unravelling threads of her blanket. The call had dragged on longer than she had expected, filled with comfortable silence, and Aaron Hotchner still had remaining files waiting.

“Bye, Y/N.”

Silence stretched, familiar and tranquil.

“...Okay, bye Aaronn.”

“Bye, Y/N.”

Squinting at her screen, seeing the number increase with every quiet second, she laughed, “Why aren’t you ending the call?” God, she felt like a middle schooler as she raised the blanket to her face, covering her joyous face.

Aaron shrugged, taking out the gleaming ring onto his palm, “Maybe I just wanted to hear your voice.”

“You’re so dumb.”

“Am not.”

Another silent beat.

“Bye Aaron!”

“Bye Y/N.”

Then as if another caller, silence entered their call. The type of silence that you enjoy just listening to their breaths. She could feel her heartbeat pick up as she blurted out, "I made cookies."

"Hm?" Aaron fidgeted with the silver ring between his fingers, his body moving on its own will as he slipped it on where it used to sit.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, "Wanna come over?"

Aaron's grip on the device tightened, "Fifth floor?"

With a 'yeah', the call ended. That was all it took for her to jump from her couch to spray her house with whatever house spray she could get her hands on. The ones Aaron liked. Maybe she would win another battle, this time in her bed.

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I hope when death finds me it feels like my father carrying me to bed from the car while I'm asleep.

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2,300-Year-Old Plush Bird from the Altai Mountains of Siberia, c.400-300 BCE: this figure was crafted with a felt body and reindeer-fur stuffing, all of which remains intact

This plush bird was sealed within the frozen barrows of Pazyryk, Siberia, for more than two millennia, where a unique microclimate enabled it to be preserved. The permafrost ice lense formation that runs below the barrows provided an insulating layer, preventing the soil from heating during the summer and allowing it to quickly freeze during the winter; these conditions produced a separate microclimate within the stone walls of the barrows themselves, thereby aiding in the preservation of the artifacts inside.

This is just one of the many well-preserved artifacts that have been found at Pazyryk. These artifacts are attributed to the Scythian/Altaic cultures.

Currently housed at the Hermitage Museum.