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I hate getting to this part of the script 😔🙏

i feel like such a loser istg 😭

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people are people, so why should it be , twilight dr

the moon is revealing itself like a pearl

aeons ago there once lived the kindly polyhymnia. an ancient greek princess & priestess of thessaly. a devout worshiper of the lady hecate. she practiced witchcraft even as she became a vampire. she had been a vampire whom was beloved across the world. polyhymnia could’ve brought peace between the two battling factions that were the volturi and the council. she was the happy wife of the vampire alessandro, a high-rank volturi member. tales were told of their love. polyhymnia was falsely killed during a raid on the volturi headquarters.

what’s it going to take to make you scream ?

sabran sullivan is the pearl of the veil, one of the few members born into the council. she was orphaned alongside her older brother, casimir, when she was a mere babe. she reigns as the adoptive daughter of mylitta & being the main representative of the department of unidentified creatures. generally known to be shy to strangers & carrying a love for the colors purple and blue. mylitta describes her as a restless soul.

𝗀𝗈 𝗈𝖿𝖿 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, I’l𝗅 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐫.

people also call her: judge, jury, executioner. sabran is known to have little to no patience for lies. she is merciless during trial, if she is appointed judge in it. if you have a death wish, sabran is already knocking on your door. many think her to be sinister and merciless. yet she guides the lost souls with great care and something that borders on softness. she’ll either doom you or save you, depending on her opinion on you. beware miss sullivan.

tags ! @briiverse , @vivimoss , @miainbetween , @ashstwr , @sorenverse , @stargirlshifts , @l22na4 , @v1lsxe , @avaslosthermind , @aliyahshiftsx , @notboyhood , @killvrkvnt , @dracuthea , @love4ng1e

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SO COOL OMG !!!!

𝐖ARDROBE IN MY STRANGER THINGS DR

tops

band t-shirts are a must, you’ll catch me wearing them all the time. two major essentials: leather & denim jackets. got a bunch of striped pieces, can’t resist them. i absolutely love denim pieces. forever a classic. can’t go wrong with them. then we got my sporty jackets, the perfect comfy + laid-back but still put together look.

bottoms

skirts skirts and more skirts… i don’t think i need to say i love skirts, right? as you can see again, we got even more denim pieces, not a surprise it’s literally the 80s. during summer, you’ll spot me wearing shorts all the time, particularly my beloved pair with the red star patch on the side. and then we have nothing more than casual jeans, just simple and easy.

shoes & extras

my sneakers, my usual go-to shoes, depending on the look i’m going for. i love boots with a slight heel but in particular, i love my cowboy boots, my signature shoes. got a big collection of belts because it just makes sense. something else i’m obsessed with is my newsboy caps. wear them everywhere. as a music addicted i need to have my portable cassette player with me at all times. it became an accessory atp. the sunglasses that complete every look. and last but not least, my watch. because a girl’s gotta keep track of time.

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consciousness = location

your consciousness is not physically bolted to this reality. if it were, you wouldn't have dreams, you wouldn't hallucinate, you wouldn't even be able to visualise a beach

every single time you imagine anything, that's proof your awareness can move

the brain cannot distinguish between imagined and real stimuli

this is literally the foundation of sports psychology, trauma recovery, even hypnosis. your body responds to what your mind accepts

multiverse theory and infinite timelines and particles reacting to observation and particles being in two places at once. YES. reality surprisingly is not a fixed hallway. it's. like. a soup

it is a vibrating probability field where everything exists at once and your assumptions decides which apple you'll be plucking from the tree

you don't wake up every day aching for a dream unless that dream is real somewhere. yearning is evidence

no one cries for a lie this hard. no one builds entire worlds from scratch unless the blueprint is embedded in their soul

you are a shifter because you remember something the rest of the world forgot

so even when you feel yucky, even when you're numb and weird and shaky and done, you're still you. and they're still yours. and the world is still waiting and and this is not the end.

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manifesting template by yours truly

 　　　the core rule

decide the fact you want. don't check if it has happened. et voila.

　i , 　 how 2 decide a fact

pick an outcome in either present / past tense. you can then say this either out loud or in your head, but it doesn't matter.

i got into x.

my skin is clear.

i have shifted.

i got a text back.

money is easy for me.

　ii , 　 the don't check policy

checking = testing, timing, stalking, measuring, asking for signs, mentally poking to see if the needle has moved.

not checking = not giving doubts weight, if your brain reaches for it, you answer with the fact and return to what you were doing.

　 but what if i get negative thoughts? ❜　

you say that regardless that doubt, you still have it. and so you keep living on. and if you accidentally check, that's fine. it's already handled unless you decide it isn't.

 　　　handling the three usual hiccups

　❛ i don't feel it , 　that's alright, because feeling isn't required. a decision, even one, is always enough. let your emotions catch up later.

　❛ i keep changing my outcome , 　the urge to tinker is just giving your 3d / cr more weight. but as always, you can say that regardless that, you're where you want to be.

　❛ i check, check, check my 3d , 　say that it has already happened, touch grass, either literally or figuratively, and move on.

 　　　tiny faq

　❛ do i need a technique or method? 　no. of course not. the technique is deciding and moving on.

　❛ do i need belief first? 　no. belief often solely arrives after the result since your brain sees it and decides it's true. so get there before your brain and be your own faith.

　❛ can i decide that deciding works? 　very much yes. meta facts and their wonders.

　❛ what if i want multiple things? 　then decide you have them all. you can. you always can.

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sleep deprived, survived my first day of uni and am feeling tremendously connected to my dr

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TAKE NOTES TEAM

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OH EM GEE!!! LOVE YA MAE!!!!

˙⋆✮ spayla activities (things s & i do)

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˚➶┊｡˚ we trade each other’s bracelets—more specifically, i steal spencer’s watch. i either "forgot" mine or just want to feel close to him, so i take it off his wrist, usually (always) at work. he doesn’t mind. in return, he takes one of my hair ties or a bracelet. we always end up wearing something of each other’s

˚➶┊｡˚ once a week (literally scheduled into our lives now), spence shows me a magic trick. It started on some random tuesday and became a whole tradition. i go absolutely feral every time because he refuses to tell me how he does them. i’ve tried everything to get it out of him, but he’s so annoyingly stubborn. but trust, i'll get it out of him....one day

˚➶┊｡˚ we read together a lot, usually curled up on the couch in complete silence. sometimes we show each other something funny or weird from the book, but mostly it’s very peaceful

˚➶┊｡˚. spencer reid is the lightest sleeper known to mankind. if i even think about moving, he’s awake and asking where i’m going or what i need. so, if i’m hungry or can’t sleep, i just wake him up in middle of the night.

he genuinely doesn’t mind and he end up doing the most random things at 4am and proceed to go to work as over-caffeinated zombies

˚➶┊｡˚ when we bake—correction: when i bake—spencer’s on cleaning duty. he’s also glued to my side the entire time—arms around me, helping me not forget anything. it’s like emotional support dishwashing

˚➶┊｡˚ on the rare occasions either one of us is stressed—like before a meeting—we sit together and talk it out. practicing together is so helpful and grounding, since we’re literally each other’s biggest fans

˚➶┊｡˚ when reading a book, we annotate it with little thoughts, notes, jokes, or questions for the other to find. then the other reads it and adds more comments. it’s so personal and sweet. we end up having little conversations inside the pages.

this is of course because we can’t read the same book at the same time, because spencer reads at the speed of light—and is the king of spoilers—so i always read a book we’ve both had an eye on first, then he reads it afterwards

˚➶┊｡˚ when i’m too lazy to do practice makeup on myself, i do it on spencer. he was skeptical at first, but now he’s used to it (and it’s also good practice for when our future girl begs him to play with makeup when I’m not home).

usually i sit on his lap while i do it, and he just stares at me the whole time like i’m the most hypnotizing thing he’s ever seen. he looks so pretty when i’m done, it actually kills me

˚➶┊｡˚ we often have “snack experiments” where we try weird food combos and rate them. he writes our findings down like a scientific journal. we’ve also tried horrifying pregnancy cravings, not a very fun experience—coming from the pickiest eater on earth. spencer, though, feels otherwise

dividers here

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masterlist: manifestation methods☆*: manifestation readings I offer here

Robotic Affirming

The Easiest manifestation Method

The Manifestation Box Method

The Two Cup Method

The Pillow Method

The Shower Method

The Water Method

The Whisper Method

What I've manifested so far

masterlist: affirmation posts☆*:

abundance

beauty

clear skin

confidence

courage

glow-up

good grades I

good grades II

good luck

manifestation

millionaire

money

motivation I

motivation II

self love

self worth

success

wealth and riches

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˙⋆✮ spayla activities (things s & i do)

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˚➶┊｡˚ we trade each other’s bracelets—more specifically, i steal spencer’s watch. i either "forgot" mine or just want to feel close to him, so i take it off his wrist, usually (always) at work. he doesn’t mind. in return, he takes one of my hair ties or a bracelet. we always end up wearing something of each other’s

˚➶┊｡˚ once a week (literally scheduled into our lives now), spence shows me a magic trick. It started on some random tuesday and became a whole tradition. i go absolutely feral every time because he refuses to tell me how he does them. i’ve tried everything to get it out of him, but he’s so annoyingly stubborn. but trust, i'll get it out of him....one day

˚➶┊｡˚ we read together a lot, usually curled up on the couch in complete silence. sometimes we show each other something funny or weird from the book, but mostly it’s very peaceful

˚➶┊｡˚. spencer reid is the lightest sleeper known to mankind. if i even think about moving, he’s awake and asking where i’m going or what i need. so, if i’m hungry or can’t sleep, i just wake him up in middle of the night.

he genuinely doesn’t mind and he end up doing the most random things at 4am and proceed to go to work as over-caffeinated zombies

˚➶┊｡˚ when we bake—correction: when i bake—spencer’s on cleaning duty. he’s also glued to my side the entire time—arms around me, helping me not forget anything. it’s like emotional support dishwashing

˚➶┊｡˚ on the rare occasions either one of us is stressed—like before a meeting—we sit together and talk it out. practicing together is so helpful and grounding, since we’re literally each other’s biggest fans

˚➶┊｡˚ when reading a book, we annotate it with little thoughts, notes, jokes, or questions for the other to find. then the other reads it and adds more comments. it’s so personal and sweet. we end up having little conversations inside the pages.

this is of course because we can’t read the same book at the same time, because spencer reads at the speed of light—and is the king of spoilers—so i always read a book we’ve both had an eye on first, then he reads it afterwards

˚➶┊｡˚ when i’m too lazy to do practice makeup on myself, i do it on spencer. he was skeptical at first, but now he’s used to it (and it’s also good practice for when our future girl begs him to play with makeup when I’m not home).

usually i sit on his lap while i do it, and he just stares at me the whole time like i’m the most hypnotizing thing he’s ever seen. he looks so pretty when i’m done, it actually kills me

˚➶┊｡˚ we often have “snack experiments” where we try weird food combos and rate them. he writes our findings down like a scientific journal. we’ve also tried horrifying pregnancy cravings, not a very fun experience—coming from the pickiest eater on earth. spencer, though, feels otherwise

dividers here

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i luv it

my waiting room core : inspired by ancient greek temples

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tell me why every time i dream about my s/o he's so uninterested to the point where i'm like do u even want me???? i literally have better chemistry with my WALL 💔💔

WHAT IS GOING ONNN

why does he act like i'm the biggest inconvenience while i’m head over heels in love

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oh?

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this is amazing!!! give me ur talent rn

THE FOOL. “the embrace of new beginnings”

gravity falls dr : a look into jo morgan’s messy day : diary entry

It’s the second of June. A month and few days until my birthday. And the first month of living in this town has passed. I’ve been working for Stan Pines for a few weeks now. And I enjoy it thoroughly. He is nice, if he pretends not be grumpy. Quite funny too. He is like an uncle to me and he makes sure I am comfortable at work.

dad woke me at ten, because I had to work at twelve. i grabbed mikkel and ventured downstairs. the kitchen awaited me and cornflakes was my food of choice. stole some of my father’s bacon, because who is he to deny his only daughter? we ate in silence, the radio accompanied us. dad usually listens to old movie soundtracks when he is cooking, it’s very comforting. mikkel ate too and then he left to go sunbathe on the porch. he is lazy but he makes up for it for being adorable.

the second i am already on the stairs upstairs, dad calls out to me.

“Is wendy sleeping here tonight?” He asked. because he forgot about it, most likely. so I do what a tired person would do, nod. just smile and wave boys, thank you skipper for that valuable life lesson. wendy, has a license and a car, so after work she’ll drive us home, very cozy. I don’t, cars scare me. especially after I got into an accident with shaggy last year. never again, I tell myself. I mean I trust shaggy, I whole heartedly do but not after spending two nights in the hospital.

the second i am back in my room I am contemplating what to wear. because what do i wear? i love sweaters, they’re a part of me as much as i am a part of them. and it’s a kinda hot day.

after ten minutes of debating what to wear i settle on a white maxi skirt, a tank top and a simple forest green sweater. makeup…not at that hour. it was too early and I really only wear it on special occasions. yet i do my hair, it’s curly and a mess to deal with. i hate styling it, please send help.

half an hour later:

done, i am in the car now. I wished my precious ducklings goodbye, mikkel did not care about me leaving. rude. dad was outside already and waited for me. informing me that one of our horses are sick and he’ll have to take it to the vet. poor priscilla.

i am currently finding myself staring out the window. because who am i not to stare outside the window? boring? gods no. i think of the unicorn i saw last week. was it a unicorn? is my imagination playing tricks on me? unicorns aren’t real…are they? i mean i wished for them to be real when i was younger, because they were so mystical and pretty. the last unicorn didn’t help my fascination, not at all. but how come that gravity falls is so strange and yet no one actually cares? I swear i saw a gnome too… oh! We are there! Fuck—

after work:

I hate Robbie. I hate his stupid friends. I hope he falls down a flight of stairs and never recovers. What does Wendy see in him anyway? If she likes an emo, i can surely…anyway I won’t entertain that train of thought.

his friends come bursting in, while I stand behind the cashier. Wendy? Nowhere in sight. Soos? Fixing the plumbing. Stan? Giving the tourists a tour.

And there were no other people than me and them. It was awkward at first. They kept glancing at me, I kept glancing at them. No one dared break the ice.

I think Tambry is acceptable, so is…Thompson? The rest? I am losing my mind. Nate and Lee were testing my patience with their bullshitting. Robbie kept looking me dead in the eye, as if he was contemplating my literal death. There I stood, glaring back at him with the very same look in my eyes. Our hatred is mutual.

There were some others I didn’t recognize and didn’t speak to. Three of them actually. A blonde guy, kinda cute…kinda dumb. Too blonde-beach waves. He gave California surfer boy energy. Though he does seem very nice. he just has poor luck with thinking! The apparent grandson of McGucket. Quite unfortunate for him.

The other is…dark, broody, tall and mysterious. I’d say pretty if I was in a good mood…how do I put it…he was so quiet it actually unsettled me. And he just kept glancing my way??? If you want to talk to me, do come up to me. I wouldn’t will fuck it up! Did he think I was pretty?Anyway, he didn’t really speak. If he did, very quiet. Even as he spoke with fake-surfer boy. Was very quiet, even when Wendy came and decided to save me. She is my angel, actually.

There was a third one, did some bullshit with Nate and Lee until Wendy came. Curls…pretty? Jolyne, no. Jolyne, Yes. I wanted to steal his shirt, it was striped (black and white). He should take it as a compliment really. Kinda a dork. But uhm once he noticed I was glaring at him he stopped doing bullshit and he even smiled at me. I fainted on the inside.

But the moment that nearly brought me to tears in front of the people whom I absolutely did not like (expect you tambry), was Robbie being an absolute shithead. I won’t go into detail, because just thinking of it makes me so utterly angry. He is a dick. End of story. Fuck him.

Wendy came an hour later, noticed my expression and basically just sent me to Stan’s kitchen and worked the rest of my shift. I will make it up to her! I ended up drawing and texting my friends. That was it basically.

At five pm, me and Wendy drove home. it was silent, she knew that I was still kinda mad/sad from earlier and she decided not to press on it. But once we got home she made sure I was comfortable. We ate dinner (dad made some great lasagna) and then crashed upstairs in my room. Mikkel was back, my happiness was back too. And we ended up watching Glee. Even though we both hate the show. She is asleep as I am writing this, I truly hope my frantic writing doesn’t wake her up.

first entry, kinda nervous. I wrote this as if I already shifted there because that’s easier for me to channel myself ykkk??

taglist: @briiverse , @miainbetween , @l22na4 , @ladigube , @ashstwr , @aliyahshiftsx , @marcellasdiary , @bleedintosun , @killvrkvnt , @auroraisleaving , @sorenverse , @rumitome , @dracuthea

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𝜗𝜚⋆˚ ayla—who?

hi! ayla—me! the name i also go by in my main DR—not my actual name—it's somewhat of a mix between my name here (top secret) and iliana, which is also my last name in my criminal minds DR!

who i am briefly summarized into one sentence:

south-asian, sisterless, a boba/chai (!) addict & an avid reader—a strictly books > movie adaptions person!

shifting!

i was first introduced to shifting on tiktok five years ago and i've never looked back since. but before that, i actually stumbled into subliminals (body & face) on youtube some time before finding shifting and listened to them occasionally. didn't really question if they were real or if they worked, surprisingly enough.

i genuinely believe that shifting was brought to me and that it found me, because i've always been so interested in living other lives, (lucid) dreaming and everything of that sort—it just clicked. made sm sense to me and i'll never let go, ever.

as of rn, rip to my era of binging 5-10 books a month. currently, in the biggest book slump known to mankind and i need to do something about it.

why did i make this blog?

i just randomly decided to post here on tumblr because i wanted to give myself advice—fully customized for myself including my very own shifting content. the community felt very safe and welcoming and so i didn't hesitate. i also wanted to motivate myself and potentially others.

tumblr is also such a fun and cutesie platform i had no idea even existed a year or so ago and i'm so fucking glad i made my way on here somehow—truly obsessed.

i’ve also vowed to only tell the truth on here, so you won’t catch me lying. all my experiences found on this blog are going to be very real, just for reference.

likes & interests:

billie eilish, house m.d, marvel's daredevil, baking, sad endings, makeup, frank castle, the office (american ver.), one very specific nerd (quick! guess who), cats, fanfics, cutting my own hair just because, ANGST, squid game, the scarlet witch, piercings, bedrotting while doomscrolling on tiktok & food!!!

i prob missed smth, but anywho!

since i'm a huge bookworm, here are some of my favorite books + mini reviews:

⭒ a thousand splendid suns by khaled hosseini. the way i was clutching this book while reading 😞 literally binged the whole thing.

⭒ a good girl's guide to murder by holly jackson, matter of fact—the whole series. the way this series is written—lord—i loved everything about it. an absolute masterpiece.

⭒ verity by colleen hoover. yes, by coho—but! in my defense verity is really the only book of coho's i actually thoroughly enjoyed. it gave me actual chills and i fucking loved it. i'm fully prepared to be attacked for this, but i'll proudly stand my ground on this one ✊🏽

⭒ a court of mist and fury by sarah j. mass. again, don't support the author but i can't deny the fact that she's a damn good writer. read it in two days, despite it being 750 pages long. devoured every. single. page. oddly enough, getting into this series, i did not expect enjoying it to the extent i did.

stuff/people i'm opposed to (DNI)

unnecessary use of AI, dark romance defenders (specifically haunting adeline), trump warriors, cat haters, zionists, anti-shifters, dogmatics, racists, yada, yada the usual—you get the picture

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some things spencer does in my dr 🫣

˚➶┊｡˚ braids my hair in ways i didn’t even know anyone were capable of braiding hair. he learnt how to braid my hair after i once (1) complained about my hair bothering me and getting all in my face. next thing i know i’m on the floor in front of a mirror with the most determined man beautifully braiding my hair, leaving me speechless and completely in awe.

˚➶┊｡˚ keeps a backup blanket because i may or may not (UNCONSCIOUSLY) take his side of the blanket. he softly gets closer to me and whispers for me to not leave him in the cold as he gets under our blanket again. MY SHAYLA 😞😫😫 i’m such a terrible wife ☹️. anyways, when i keep leaving him out in the cold, he’s now prepared—grabbing his emergency blanket without alerting me so that i don't steal that one too. cancel me. i know, i'm a terrible person.

˚➶┊｡˚ hates hates HATES technology and refuses to use it unless it’s absolutely necessary. that being said, whenever he leaves for work and has any reminders for me, he writes it down on a sticky note and plasters it all over the apartment—from the bedroom to the toilet seat. no limits really

˚➶┊｡˚ writes me letters containing his thoughts on how his day, week or month went—like a stream of consciousness. i always tell him how his mind fascinates me beyond anything and how i wish i knew he sees the world and me. he took that very seriously! he also tries to explain his thought process to the best of his ability, when i ask...which is either a 0 or a 100, because his explanations range from being super simple to literal rocket science.

˚➶┊｡˚ always asks me how he did after any performance of his, whether that be a briefing, presentation, meeting or even a meal he made. he cannot live with himself without getting some feedback. he always hopes that i’ll tell him that he did amazing and that i’m proud of him, because that’s what he aims for—the absolute best of the best.

he also lives for constructive criticism, but would want to disintegrate into the ground if i point out something he genuinely didn’t notice was very unprofessional or inappropriate of him, that literally went over his head.

“what?! that was not how i meant it” “people were literally snickering in your face, baby” *🥹🫨*

˚➶┊｡˚ he collects silly things i say and writes them down in a notebook.

i found it once. dropped dead.

he basically had to pry it from my cold dead hands so that i wouldn't burn it. as a (self-proclaimed) brown girl who's incapable of blushing i sure as hell got redder than spencer's ever been—according to him 😒.

˚➶┊｡˚ is genuinely so obsessed with reading all my favorite books and then analyzing them. bonus points if i’ve annotated books while reading. it's like he's trying to get to the bottom of why those specific books interest me—asking me all kinds of deep questions.

i initially thought he just wanted to understand me better, but he claims he's just curious with my likes. he’s so disgustingly obsessed with getting as deep of an insight into my mind as he possibly can, which i can’t blame him for because i’m the same way ✌🏽

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°❀⋆.ೃ࿔* some things spencer does in my dr 🫣

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˚➶┊｡˚ braids my hair in ways i didn’t even know anyone were capable of braiding hair. he learnt how to braid my hair after i once (1) complained about my hair bothering me and getting all in my face. next thing i know i’m on the floor in front of a mirror with the most determined man beautifully braiding my hair, leaving me speechless and completely in awe.

˚➶┊｡˚ keeps a backup blanket because i may or may not (UNCONSCIOUSLY) take his side of the blanket. he softly gets closer to me and whispers for me to not leave him in the cold as he gets under our blanket again. MY SHAYLA 😞😫😫 i’m such a terrible wife ☹️. anyways, when i keep leaving him out in the cold, he’s now prepared—grabbing his emergency blanket without alerting me so that i don't steal that one too. cancel me. i know, i'm a terrible person.

˚➶┊｡˚ hates hates HATES technology and refuses to use it unless it’s absolutely necessary. that being said, whenever he leaves for work and has any reminders for me, he writes it down on a sticky note and plasters it all over the apartment—from the bedroom to the toilet seat. no limits really

˚➶┊｡˚ writes me letters containing his thoughts on how his day, week or month went—like a stream of consciousness. i always tell him how his mind fascinates me beyond anything and how i wish i knew he sees the world and me. he took that very seriously! he also tries to explain his thought process to the best of his ability, when i ask...which is either a 0 or a 100, because his explanations range from being super simple to literal rocket science.

˚➶┊｡˚ always asks me how he did after any performance of his, whether that be a briefing, presentation, meeting or even a meal he made. he cannot live with himself without getting some feedback. he always hopes that i’ll tell him that he did amazing and that i’m proud of him, because that’s what he aims for—the absolute best of the best.

he also lives for constructive criticism, but would want to disintegrate into the ground if i point out something he genuinely didn’t notice was very unprofessional or inappropriate of him, that literally went over his head.

“what?! that was not how i meant it” “people were literally snickering in your face, baby” *🥹🫨*

˚➶┊｡˚ he collects silly things i say and writes them down in a notebook.

i found it once. dropped dead.

he basically had to pry it from my cold dead hands so that i wouldn't burn it. as a (self-proclaimed) brown girl who's incapable of blushing i sure as hell got redder than spencer's ever been—according to him 😒

˚➶┊｡˚ is genuinely so obsessed with reading all my favorite books and then analyzing them. bonus points if i’ve annotated books while reading. it's like he's trying to get to the bottom of why those specific books interest me—asking me all kinds of deep questions.

i initially thought he just wanted to understand me better, but he claims he's just curious with my likes. he’s so disgustingly obsessed with getting as deep of an insight into my mind as he possibly can, which i can’t blame him for because i’m the same way ✌🏽