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the entire district 12 including haymitch and louella hating maysilee and wyatt only to turns out that they are actually good people and not what everyone thinks they are is just another shout out to the "things are not as they seem" motif in the book

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anti conrad ppl always sound so heartless to me, i mean sorry i don't think it's unreasonable for a guy with a basically terminally ill mother, whose condition is worsening, to be depressed and mentally checked out due to hearing that the meds aren't working

i've seen people say shit like well who wouldn't have dumped him with how he was acting around prom and like... me?!?! who in the fuck cares about a dance not going perfectly when someone you supposedly love is in a bad way mentally

jeremiah fans always say he was able to be there for susannah and help out and therefore he's a better person than conrad and i have to say... that's a pretty fucking cold and messed up way of looking at things

do any of you actually have even any remote idea how soul consuming clinical depression is? it's not like you can just snap out of it and be a functional person again if you try hard enough - speaking from over a decade of experience, it's like you don't even feel connected to the world at all, you're free falling into fear and hopelessness and you feel like you have nothing to grab hold of, even if you have people around you who say they want to help you - you just sink further and further until someone around you is worried enough to convince you to/insist that you get treatment

belly knew the situation, she knew how conrad had already been having a hard time with knowing about susannah over the summer when she decided to start something with him - but the moment things got hard and he started pulling away/acting distant she assumed it was about her, and him not caring about her, even despite how many things he had said and done to make it clear how he felt

i really really hate how so many people in this fandom just gloss over conrad's mental health struggles and treat them like a character flaw - trust me when i say you have no control over clinical depression/anxiety

hell, no one in the family thought huh, he's really not doing well, maybe he should talk to a professional, go to therapy, get some counselling, maybe start on some meds... no one fucking noticed he was drowning, and yet jelly/jeremiah fans blame him for not handling things perfectly

it makes me see red

have some empathy for mental illness sufferers, i fucking beg of you...

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uhhh more miyagi trio bs !!

i'm really missing my best friends rn sooo MIYAGI TRIO !!

pre-school fight

frequent movie nights - sam and demetri drive most of the movie choices and robby's just happy to be there (they're all the most insufferable people to watch movies with. demetri is full of fun facts and opinions while sam and robby argue and add to his commentary)

there is, however, one rare occasion where robby chooses to watch dead poets society and they watch in almost complete silence (it reminds demetri too much of eli, sam and robby sit a little closer to him)

sam shows robby and demetri old recipes mr. miyagi taught her growing up (with daniel obvi bc you cannot keep him away when miyagi's mentioned)

WHICH leads to frequent dinners together (it's always just another night for the larussos who don't realize how much regular family dinners mean to demetri and robby)

robby becomes the go-to "fix-it" guy. sam and demetri usually try (struggle) to fix things themselves but robby always silently comes up behind them and fixes it fairly quickly

demetri is his same nerdy self and constantly whining about sam and robby's lack of pop culture knowledge (they have a normal knowledge, demetri just has insanely niche references that no one really gets)

they all train together extremely well once demetri gets the hang of karate; robby pushes sam and demetri to increase the power and strength in their hits, sam helps the boys with their technique, and demetri helps sam and robby increase their speed

fourth of july at the larusso household was forever one of robby's favorite memories (even when he joined ck)

demetri was so close to convincing sam and robby to do matching halloween costumes (he had plenty of ideas, one of which was a simple team rocket costume with him as meowth obviously). and by so close, robby and sam jokingly complained but still looked into getting costumes. however comma the school fight happened and it fell through :p (do we think the three of them got sad when halloween came and passed, remembering how excited they were months ago? :(( oooh i love making myself sad)

unrelated but this pic is so important to me and it fuels my "demetri bites his lip while thinking/anxious" headcanon

post-robby quitting ck

things go back to normal relatively quickly and robby is a lot more relieved than he lets on to get back to their film nights (still just for the three of them)

sam and demetri hint at robby to take it easy on miguel and hawk until he gets openly agitated and they table the conversation until next time

robby also pushes them to take it easy on tory (bc what is the miyagi fang merger if not everyone tip-toeing around each other)

demetri and sam try to help robby research colleges but robby either doesn't fit the qualifications or he doesn't like most of the options

during the s6 drama, they do their best to support each other but sam and robby's friendship is a bit tense (demetri tries not to think about the fact that he admitted that miguel should've been team captain and instead tries to support robby through their identical dilemmas)

sam and robby try to convince demetri to talk things out with eli at first but the captain drama redirects their attention

robby confides in sam and demetri about what happened with zara in barcelona

sam nearly stays in the sekai taikai just to kick her ass but decides tory deserves the opportunity more

demetri does however develop an algorithm that essentially shadowbans zara's posts so she flops dramatically

they're the first ones to know about each other's last-minute post-grad plans (before miguel and hawk)

sam and robby still reach out to the other two for help sharpening their karate skills

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Watching Theo call Lizzy his and “my Lizzy, my Elizabeth” after they literally just had sex and a midge of romance, and with her not even saying “I love you too” was gross to me, i don’t carrrreeee. This whole show is about women being treated as property and not having a voice and I’m supposed to find that romantic?? A man she’s barely spent time with claiming her as his with no actual spoken reciprocation for this so called “love” he feels for her. 

Seriously??? SERIOUSLY??

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i get so disappointed every time i get into the buccaneers tag and everything everyone's talking about is a straight ship instead of the female friendship! the sisterhood! the girlhood and womanhood the show was built upon!

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conrad says ridiculous one time and its all belly and jere talk about that night bc deep down they’re both actually obsessed with him for different reasons, in this essay i will…

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can't believe people think belly is happy rn...she has nothing outside of jeremiah, she constantly has to defend him, make sure his ego isnt bruised, doesn't feel safe sharing things with him example christmas with conrad, studying in paris, which even though it isn't jeremiah's fault, but he has a history of getting mad at her over feeling inferior so i don't blame her, the constant mothering

even with the conrad bias aisde, i truly want better for her, she needs to be at the club not getting married at such a young age with her cheater manchild boyfriend, who has no future plans

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what if i said i sobbed at the new tsitp episode

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You know I know the phrase “oh I’ll never listen to this song the same again after hearing it in this movie/tv show” is thrown around a lot but after seeing John Proctor Is The Villain I am genuinely never ever going to listen to “Green Light” by Lorde the same way again.

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I'll eat you whole

01. First Day.

Spencer Reid x FemReader

Criminal minds x Yellowjackets

Summary : You wake up from a nightmare hours before your alarm. It's your first day at your new job, so it's normal to be nervous, right?

Warnings : idk?? Descriptions of a nightmare, possible anxiety. If you feel it needs any other warning, please let me know. English is not my first language! No use of y/n

Notes: So this took a long time to get ready, I hope it's good lmao. Not much of Spencer yet, I know, but I promise there will be in the next one!!! This chapter is actually pretty simple, it's more of an introductory one, but I promise I have a lot more planned! Also, I have zero creativity for summaries or titles lmao

DISCLAIMER: I try to be as neutral in terms of appearance as possible! I want anyone to be able to incert themselves in the story! You'll notice that the reader is referred to as Agent Jones in the story. THAT'S NOT YOUR NAME. If you read the reader's psychological profile, you will know that she legally changed her real name (your name) . I didn't give you a first name, but I chose the last name Jones to make it a little easier for me to write since i dont use y/n lol. Still, I'll try to use it as little as possible. I don't know if that made sense?

Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!! Please let me know what you think. Any asks about the story are also encouraged!

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Your day began with the same dream as always.

The forest around you was too alive to be safe. The tree trunks rose tall and dark, like the columns of a forgotten cathedral. The leaves on the damp ground crackled beneath your bare feet, each step leaving traces of blood that mingled with the metallic scent and wet earth.

The air tasted like mold and moisture; each breath felt like it tore through your throat with invisible cold.The shadows—long and restless—moved with the breeze. You knew you weren’t alone—you felt it with the certainty of animal instinct.

Howls. Cracks. Screams shredded through the trees, as if the forest itself were hungry. Branches scratched your skin like impatient fingernails, marking paths you had walked a thousand times.

The trail always looked the same, but it never really was. The symbol carved into every tree stared at you with invisible eyes. Countless, circular, almost pulsating. You couldn’t remember what it meant—only that when you saw it, you had to keep going.

And at the end, always him. The hole. A black well yawning in the middle of the snow. The invisible fall, the cold that isn’t just physical—it pierces all the way to your soul. The snow fell in slow flakes, but when it touched your skin, it felt like blades. And just before the impact, you woke up.

Shallow breath. Skin stuck to the sheets with cold sweat. Eyes wide and locked on the ceiling, as if still expecting to see the figure between the trees. Your throat burned with the taste of fear. Always the same awakening. Always the same feeling that you brought something back with you from that place where time doesn’t exist.

You swallowed hard and sat up in bed. There were still two hours before the alarm would go off. But you already knew: sleep wouldn’t return. And the silence of the early morning is always less terrifying than the labyrinths of a dream.

You pushed the sheets aside and felt the cold floor under your feet. Atlas, your German shepherd, was already standing before you could even call him. His paws made a muffled sound on the wooden floor. He didn’t bark, didn’t whine—he just watched. His collar jingled softly as he followed you through the house, as if needing to ensure that you were truly awake, truly safe. The bond between you was quiet and steadfast, like the best kinds of love.

In the kitchen, the streetlight filtered through the blinds, slicing the gloom into pale strips. Salem, your black cat, sat on the counter, his tail flicking with impatience. His narrowed eyes and raspy meow signaled he was already waiting for affection. You smiled at the familiarity of the scene. Even on the worst days, he was there.

Most of your boxes were still sealed, stacked in corners. Silent chaos awaiting order. You rummaged through one labeled “kitchen” and found a chipped mug. You filled the kettle and set it to boil. While the water heated, you ran your hands over your face, still feeling the cold sweat on your neck, and went to the animals' bowls. Kibble for Atlas. A generous portion of wet food for Salem. At some point, Dr. Lecter—your absurdly old and absurdly slow tortoise—would show up, and you had already separated some arugula leaves and carrot slices for him.

Leaning on the counter, you grabbed your phone. Four missed calls from Van. No messages. An email from Misty. “Weekly Updates :)” said the subject. A ritual you two had kept since you reappeared in each other’s lives. You stared at the notification for a moment, then turned off the screen. It wasn’t the right time. Maybe you’d return Van’s call tonight, or some other time, when you felt more whole. And the email could wait.

With the tea ready, you leaned against the kitchen counter, where the early morning dimness was sliced by pale beams of light through the blinds. The chipped porcelain of the cup warmed your chilled fingers, and the heat rose in soft waves to your face, bringing silent relief. You held it with both hands, as if the simple act of keeping it steady were a grounding ritual, a tactic to ward off the remnants of the dream. The steam rose slowly, scented with mint and chamomile, gently soothing the tight corners of your thoughts.

The silence was comforting, filled only by Salem’s steady purring as he nestled into your arms, and the occasional jingle of Atlas’s collar as he shifted by the door. There was a melancholic comfort in that suspended moment, as if the world existed only there—you, your animals, and the promise of a new day trying to rise beyond the mist that fogged the window.

Today is your first day at the BAU. Behavioral Analysis Unit. Special Agent. A title you never imagined carrying years ago, when your eyes were still set on medicine. But life changed. Changed so much.

You graduated in psychology, then completed a post-grad in forensic psychology with a focus in criminology. The road was long, full of detours and pitfalls, but you kept going. You entered the FBI academy with focus and discipline. You worked in the violent crimes division in Newark, where your meticulous reports caught attention. The transfer to the BAU came through merit. And stubbornness. You accepted immediately. Part of you still can’t believe you’re here.

The parking lot was still half empty, the first light of dawn licking the quiet façade of the Quantico building. The glass reflected the pale, indecisive blue sky. The building looked more like a monument than a workplace, with its sober lines and unshakable structure, as if designed to hold secrets.

As you crossed the main lobby, you felt that familiar knot form in your throat—the kind of anxiety that isn’t fear, but rather an acute awareness of starting something that has no return. The sound of your heels on the polished floor blended with the soft hum of the air conditioning and the muffled groan of automatic doors.

The temporary badge hung cold and heavy on your chest. Atlas would be fine at home—you knew that. He always was.

Still, you always worried when you had to leave the dog alone for a long time—well he is never really alone, you guess.

You climbed the two flights of stairs instead of waiting for the elevator. An old habit: keeping the body in motion helps still the mind. The engraved plaque on the door was simple, direct: AARON HOTCHNER – UNIT CHIEF. You knocked with your knuckles—firm but respectful.

“Come in,” came the deep voice from inside.When you opened the door, Hotchner was standing by his desk, with the posture of someone who’s been waking up early for over a decade. His gaze assessed you without judgment, but with precision.

“Agent Jones. Welcome to the BAU.”

“Thank you, sir,” you replied—your voice steady, trained, but not cold.He walked to the desk and retrieved a small gray folder.

“I’ve read your file. Newark speaks highly of you. Your work is meticulous,” he said, offering his hand. The handshake was firm. A gesture that carried hierarchy—but also a trace of cautious respect.

“I try to be precise, sir,” you said.

“Good. You’ll need this.” He handed you your badge and official credentials—the leather still new, smelling of responsibility.

“Let’s go. The team is already in the briefing room.”

The hallway was lit by fluorescent lights that cast a near-clinical glow on the light gray-painted concrete walls. You heard them before you saw them: voices. Soft laughter. The distant sound of a pen being twirled between fingers, of a chair gently spinning. Small things. Human things.

As you stepped in, you felt the gazes turn toward you like automatic spotlights detecting movement.

“Team,” said Hotch, pausing at the front of the room, “this is Special Agent Jones. She’s coming from the Newark violent crimes division and will be our new behavioral analyst.”

A brief collective nod, accompanied by neutral, curious, or mildly skeptical expressions. You knew that kind of welcome. No one is embraced at first glance. Respect here is earned in the field.

“Welcome,” said JJ with a warm smile. “Hope you’re ready for the pace around here.”

“I do my best,” you replied, allowing a faint smile.

“You’ll need it,” added Morgan, crossing his arms. “We don’t go easy.”

“She survived Newark,” said Prentiss. “She’ll be just fine.”

Rossi simply nodded, watching with an experienced gaze. And then you saw him

His eyes met yours.

And for a second, the world seemed to hold its breath.

Spencer Reid was looking at you as if you were a word on the tip of his tongue — something he almost, almost recognized, but that still slipped through the bright connections of his mind.

“I’m Spencer Reid,” he offered, and the way he said his own name sounded more like a question than an introduction.

You didn't shake hands. The dark-haired man just stood there looking at you in a disconcerting way.

As if he was still trying to figure out where he knew you from. Even if, rationally, he knew that was impossible.

“Doctor, technically—but no one really uses that.”

You nodded. “Agent Jones,” you replied.

“You step firmly. Three taps per stride. That’s curious,” he said casually, as if commenting on the weather.

“Maybe I’m just nervous,” you replied.

“Or maybe just methodical. I’ll find out soon,” he answered, half-serious, half-teasing.

You didn’t answer. But you didn’t look away either.

And after a moment, the briefing began.

The day passed in waves of information, formal introductions, meetings with Hotch, forms, logins, access clearances. The paperwork felt endless. In the afternoon, you were released early to settle into your new routine.

When you got home, the hallway lights were dimmer than usual. Your footsteps echoed strangely on the polished wooden floor. As you approached your apartment door, you stopped.

There, on the floor, rested a small black box wrapped with a crimson ribbon. On top of it sat a plain card. Picking up the box and opening it to reveal its contents, your heartbeat thundered in your ears. Inside was a small carved wooden talisman. You recognized the symbol etched into the tiny pendant instantly—even after all these years. The same symbol that haunted your nightmares and was drawn across many pages of your journals. The forest symbol. With trembling hands, you picked up the card.

“Congratulations on the promotion.

This is to protect you.

Fondly,

L.M.”

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if anything, this episode really highlighted the fact that belly never got to properly grief susannah because she threw herself into a relationship with jeremiah. overall belly's character as it is now saddens me profoundly; she completely lost herself to a codependent relationship with a manipulative manchild, has experienced nothing at all, damaged her relationship with her mother, and on top of that she never got to grieve her second mother at all. #freeher

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jeremiah fisher i hate you so bad

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i do think cobra kai peaked with season 1 and not necessarily because it’s the most entertaining or my favorite to watch but because it’s the best the show ever does with the nature vs. nurture theme, which is at the heart of the show. like the crux of cobra kai ofc relies on the idea that johnny was never a bad person, that maybe there are really no bad people, that people are just a product of their circumstances and especially who shapes them and johnny is the way that he is because he was indoctrinated into an ideology when he was a kid. and sure in later seasons the show keeps trying to circle back to that idea with kreese war flashbacks and everyone switching sides all the time and axel and whatever but it never gets as good with that theme as it does in season 1, when it takes the scrawny sweet nerdy kid who loves his mom and his friends and does well in school and turns him aggressive and a little mean and willing to cheat at the tournament to win, and takes the snarky troublemaker punk who deals drugs and runs scams for a living and makes him respectful and honest and the one who’s willing to offer a hand to his opponent and bow even after he's lost, and shows you how those developments are completely a product of the ways they’ve been taught by their respective senseis. in some ways it swaps daniel and johnny out for each other, shows us that they really could’ve been different. and that’s what “no such thing as bad student, only bad teacher” is about. it works so well and it never hits that level again.

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drives me actually insane to think about how cobra kai came so close to being a show that could say something meaningful about toxic masculinity and teach young boys and men that it’s possible to be strong while still being gentle and pacifist and compassionate and show them characters who are capable of breaking generational cycles and instead it created an army of fans who hate miyagi-do for being "weak", shit on the female characters and actors for not fitting their beauty standards, constantly attack cast members for not dressing stereotypically masculine, think miguel was “at his peak” when he was ruthless and angry, genuinely believe johnny did no wrong, believe the dojo that constantly cheated their way into wins and built their entire philosophy on violence is the one that deserved to win the whole time, and dismiss the actual sexual harassment in the show because the perpetrator is “hot”

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the amount of jeremiah screen time is actually making my head hurt, i feel like i can’t watch this shit

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People finding ways to blame Nan and Jinny AGAIN instead of focusing on Seadown and his abusive and literally torturous behavior just shows how abusers get away with the things they do. (Both in fiction and real life)

Yes, Nan shouldn’t have gone to Italy but Seadown was already sniffing around and was getting answers (like how he knew Guy was there)

Yes, Jinny should have told Guy he was there.

Are these things true? Yes, but Seadown has literally manipulated this whole situation from day one, and victims and their family should be able to make mistakes without being dog piled instead of the ACTUAL abusers.