#((Spencer info.))

[trizlette]

Just thinking about how much Spencer Reid would have loved teaching his kids (or just the kids of the BAU) about the REAL fairy tales. Like this man info dumps about everything you know he’s going to be ranting about the explicit death of Hansel and Gretal’s witch and how they actually turned her into a pie and ate her along with the rest of her house. Or the fact that Rapunzel’s prince had his eyes gorged out and she didn’t have “magic” hair to fix it. And the kids are all into it; like I imagine toddler Jack and Henry sitting on the carpet in front of him and he’s holding his little girl and instead of crying they’re all asking him questions.

“Uncle Spence what happened to Pinocchio’s cricket after Pinocchio grabbed the hammer?”

“Dad when you say Cinderella’s sisters’ eyes were plucked out did the nice birdies eat them?”

And all the parents are horrified when they read the kids like baby fairy tales and they start correcting them like Spencer does

[idontliekmondays]

[slickricklj]

Jill Valentine + Chris Redfield - When you know, you know.

Bonus:

[shesmore-shoebill]

AJSFHJSHF

im so sorry this is a totally fair reaction to the entire happy birthday sequence but its also the FUNNIEST thing. amanda. you're so real for this. i mean you gained valuable knowledge and the entire section is set up to kind of give you this feeling and yadda yadda but also. #real

[theunholyvirginemilyprentiss]

My neurodivergent love language is infodumping, and I love seeing everyone on this app sharing their hyperfixations in the form of gifs, memes, and fanfics. Some characters in the criminal minds fandom I don’t even pay that much attention to, but am I going to giggle and kick my feet like a schoolgirl if you post a Drabble about them? Abso-fuckin-lutely.

[t1red-twilight]

through the ages

part 2

content/warnings: gn!reader, fluff, cursing i think, mentions of spencer’s addiction, season 3, idiots in love refusing to admit they’d die for each other

notes: i love the dies irae

word count: 3.2k

masterlist series masterlist s. r. masterlist

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you felt spencer nudge your foot with his own. you looked up from your book to see him staring at you with his large brown eyes. a small smile sat on his face, his lips curled up slightly. you raised at eyebrow and smiled back at him. all spencer did was shrug and continue to smile at you.

you lightly kicked his shoe back in response. you and spencer had started communicating wordlessly like this, it helped especially when either or both of you went nonverbal after a particularly long case. after tobias hankel, these nonverbal cues were becoming more and more frequent.

spencer’s head jutted to the side quickly in an effort to move you from sitting across from him to sitting beside him. he hummed briefly. almost instantly, you shot up and sat next to him; hopefully you didn’t look too eager.

linen and freshly done laundry with a hint of citrus. spencer always smelled the same, day in and day out. the consistency was something that you’d never admit that you desperately craved. while the world spun quickly around you and all but whisked you away, spencer was always there to keep you grounded. in the little while you’d known him, he’d become one of the most important people in your life. while you were still currently settling in with the team, you fit perfectly with spencer.

he nudged you with his shoulder. you looked over at him, there was a twinkle in his eye. “what are you going to do when we get back?” he asked in a hushed tone.

you looked away briefly in thought, “eh, i’m probably going to get some food and then head home.” when the jet landed there would still be about an hour of daylight, enough time to eat something that wasn’t a lukewarm coffee and day-old takeout provided by a local police precinct.

you looked back at him: there was something behind his gaze that you couldn’t quite place.

spencer’s eyes flicked away for a moment and then returned to your general direction. you quickly traced to where he had temporarily slipped away to, only to find nothing. then, he spoke, albeit timidly. “uh, do you mind if i tag along?” his voice had lowered.

“yeah!” you responded. “of course you can come. you’re always welcome to.” he visibly relaxed at this, but his reaction was so minute you almost missed it. “i don’t know what to get though. just anything but cold takeout, i think.”

spencer let out something akin to a giggle. “there’s a really good thai place by my apartment. we could have food there and you could stay the night at my place?” he questioned. you paused to pretend to think for a moment.

you noted that spencer’s hands were clasped very tightly in his lap. you brought a finger to tap your chin in false contemplation. “i think that works,” you smiled.

“good,” he smiled back at you.

later, when the jet landed, the two of you were the first off. quickly, you speed walked to your ‘96 pickup truck. (you had been meaning to look into possibly upgrading, but spencer insisted that your truck had charm; that it was never a car he had thought you’d drive.) you opened the passenger door for him before walking around to the driver’s side. you always drove, because spencer didn’t have a car. he always insisted on taking public transportation.

spencer immediately picked up the box of cds and began rifling through them. when he had found one, you had already gotten out into the main road and were in need of directions. (he had picked your only classical cd.)

“where am i going, spencer?” you asked quietly.

spencer’s shoulders had completely relaxed, and the top few buttons of his shirt were undone with his tie loosened. “it’s down the street from my apartment. we can park at my place and walk, if you’d like.” his eyes never left the road, but they occasionally found something to trail after. you, however, caught yourself and peeled your eyes away from him in order to drive safely.

you swallowed down the urge to compliment the slope of his nose or the curve of his lips. “that works. it’s better to not waste gas if i don’t have to.” your fingers tapped along to the choral notes of the dies irae. if you were going to pick any classical song, it would for sure be this one.

there was a silence, but it was by no means anxious. spencer broke it with Info dumping, something that you were beginning to notice that you were the only person who seemed to tolerate. “did you know that the dies irae originated from a poem, and wasn’t actually a song first? turn here,” spencer interrupted himself with directions before continuing. “it has since been used in many productions of musical theater and in movie scores to portray themes of death.“

you nodded before you replied, “that’s so interesting. who wrote this again?“

he swallowed imaginary saliva before speeding up as he spoke and waving his hands around excitedly. “well, it is said to have been originally written by monk thomas of celano, but this version is written by mozart.“

your brow pulled together in minor confusion. “what do you mean ‘said to have been written by him’?“ you glanced over at him briefly to see his facial expression. his face was riddled with giddy excitement.

he continued, “well, some historians believe it was actually written by saint gregory the great.” you nodded, actually interested in what he had to say. it was so incredibly fascinating that he could just recall these facts out of seemingly nowhere.

he paused again for a moment to continue to give you directions. “oh, turn here.” you grinned as small as you could.

you would never admit it, but you knew exactly how to get to his place. not in a creepy way, but just in case he needed something urgently. you’d slept over at his place once before, and been over a handful of times before that.

“just turn right into the car park, i technically have a reserved parking spot. i just never use it, obviously.” there was a sense of sarcasm in his voice. you loved when spencer was relaxed enough to become more “sassy,” rather than just being human wikipedia for the benefit of the team out in the field.

you followed his directions and pulled into the parking spot that he noted was hypothetically his. he quickly got out of the car first to walk around the hood of your truck to open your door before you could manage. thankfully, the sunlight was drifting away, so hopefully he couldn’t see the light redness that spread to your cheeks.

you pulled your keys out of the ignition and locked the door as you exited the car. when you began walking on the sidewalk, you could feel his shoulder brushing against yours. it was a soft sensation, but it made your heart skip a beat nonetheless.

your hands slightly brushed together, it felt practically juvenile that these tiny aspects of physical touch almost made you fold like a cheap suit.

the sounds of the late night city filled your ears with a gentle white noise. spencer was one of the only people that you felt comfortable in silence with. for a second, you swore you felt his pinky reach out to hold yours. you felt butterflies in your stomach, but maybe it was just something else. perhaps it was all of the takeout catching up to you. 

eventually, you reached the thai restaurant. you had seen it briefly, driving spencer home from work. “it’s kind of a mom and pop joint,” spencer spoke. “thai food has always been a comfort food for me.”

for the first time in a while, you replied and broke your personal silence. “i’ve never been here, but I’m excited to try it.” you would not remembered passing by this restaurant at all, the only reason you were excited was at spencer seemed so passionate about this restaurant. anything he was passionate about, was something that you were interested in learning about.

the jet had landed earlier than schedule, so the two of you caught the very end of the dinner rush.“table for two, please,“ spencer told the restaurant host. you had no idea, but the same flush that you had earlier was now reflected upon his face. you were both instructed to sit in the waiting room while a table opened up for the two of you.

“i don’t think that the wait should be that long. if i’m correct, we should just be catching the tail end of the dinner rush.“

spencer sat down on the bench that you had been, “the average dinner rush at this particular restaurant lasts from about six to seven thirty. we should be seated fairly soon.” your eyebrows raised slightly, but you caught them before it was too noticeable.

“how often do you come here?” your tone was teasing. you knew that spencer was a creature of habit, and this wasn’t something that you minded in the slightest.

he caught on to your tone. “not super often,“ he insisted. “i just really like this restaurant. and the average dinner rush time is roughly from six to nine,” he continued teasing.

you chortled lightly, nodding. what you didn’t notice, was the imperceptible movement that spencer made to sit slightly closer to you. your thighs brushed together gently. “spencer, party of two?” spencer raised his hand, acknowledging the staff member. he held out a hand to help you off the bench, even though it was by no means a dangerous feat. the two of you were silently led to your table.

it was a booth, a cozy one at that. the booth had nice, comfortable seating, and the table had a design inscribed on it that appeared to be similar to stained glass. you had not expected this restaurant to be as nice as it was. but, it made sense, as spencer lived in a very nice area of town.

after you were left alone, you opened the menu and glanced over the options. the restaurant had some options you were familiar with, but also some house specials. eventually, you decided on something you had had at another restaurant; tonight didn’t feel like the time to be trying something new.

“what are you going to get?“ you asked spencer. you looked over the top of your menu to see a thoughtful expression adorned across his face.

he hummed before he responded. “i think i’m going to get the chicken pad thai. that’s what i usually get.” when the waitress approached your table and asked for your drink orders, you both didn’t get anything alcoholic. spencer didn’t get anything alcoholic for obvious reasons, but you also didn’t either, seeing as you’d have to drive home later. you also felt weird being the only one drinking, you didn’t want spencer to feel left out in any way.

after your drinks had been delivered, you both decided that you were ready to order. you placed your orders and the waitress left the booth. “so, how often do you really come here?” you questioned.

he laughed quietly. “well, not every night,” he pulled his lower lip between his teeth briefly. “but just often enough that some of the wait staff recognizes me.” he looked up at you and the joy was palpable on his face. this restaurant was clearly a harbinger of joy for him, and the thought of that made you smile.

your brow raised in slight shock. “wow, so you’re a regular? do they know your order and everything?”

he shook his head in amusement, “i’m sure some of them know my order. but, i usually have to order it myself anyways.” the lopsided grin on his face made your heart just about skip a beat. his hands clasped together again, on top of the table. your hands remained resting in your lap, you tried desperately not to pick at your cuticles and anxiety.

this was just spencer. you knew him, but you had never been on a one on one dinner outing with him though. dinner outing? hopefully he didn’t think that you saw this as a date. it could possibly ruin everything that you had set up. you couldn’t risk ruining the friendship that you had with him. your current situation was working swimmingly.

by the time the waitress had brought your food back to your table, you and spencer had engaged in a conversation about what music you preferred. spencer went on about hot popular melodies from classic music were often reused in modern music. “i think my favorite use of sampling classical music is in ‘this night’ by billy joel. he sampled beethoven’s sonata number 8 pathetique. the second movement to be exact,” he stated, before taking another bite of his dinner.

your eyebrows raised slightly in surprise, what an interesting development. “you like billy joel? i thought you were pretentious and only listened to instrumentals and junk.” you tried to keep the shock out of your tone of voice.

“they’re not junk. i just appreciate the serenity that music without vocals provides me.“ while he defended himself, he still kept an air of whimsy.

you swallowed your food before you continue to speak, “yeah yeah, sure. you can try and hide your pretentious, art person persona behind some fancy words, spencer, but I know you.” you pointed at him with your fork, a smile playing at him on your face.

there was a spark in his eye, and his lips were curled up in a boyish grin. “no, I swear!” he defended, his voice raising in pitch. “billy joel is wonderful musician. my mother used to play his music all the time when i was a kid.”

“at least your mom has taste. my mom only played sixties country that all sounded the same.” you paused to take another bite of your food. “there’s nothing wrong with country as a whole, just the specific music that my mom chose.”

spencer smiled at the anecdote. “that doesn’t sound too bad. sometimes consistency is comforting.” you looked down at your food, perhaps he was right. every time that you listened to that specific type of guitar, you were reminded of the peace and joy that only childhood nostalgia could provide.

your voice dropped in volume, but only slightly. “yeah, I suppose so. i guess i didn’t like it much as a kid, but now I listen to it when I miss my mom.” a watery smile placed itself upon your lips. you often tried not to think too much about your mom, you talked about her even less.

spencer’s eyebrows together with concern. “what do you mean?” he asked. you paused for a moment. god, how you missed her. you set your silverware down on the table, and your eyes dropped.

you didn’t know how to put it, it wasn’t something that you had even fully processed yet. “it’s not something that i like to talk about,” you tried to play it off like you were that set off by his question. “it’s just been a long time since i’ve talked to her.” now that, was understatement. spencer caught on, and dropped the subject.

quickly, he changed the subject, leaning forward on the table. “well, what music do you like to listen to now?” it was easy to perceive the way that he was trying to move on from the awkward conversation topic. but, you appreciated it immensely.

you picked up before once more, and looked up for the first time in a couple moments. “i’m sure you’re aware of what music i listen to, spencer. you’ve seen my cd collection. i’m know of your eidetic memory,” you tried to lighten the slightly morbid tone in your voice.

he chuckled, “yes. I am very aware, depeche mode? you do have several of their cds in your cd box in your car,” he smiled again softly. you appreciated how easily he could change the topic. you knew you’d have to eventually talk about your mom, but now was not the time.

the conversation leaned on small talk, but it wasn’t uncomfortable like it had been in the past. it was nice to get to know, spencer and his little things. not the deep, intense aspects of his being; just the little things. after a small period of silence, you felt his shoe tap yours from underneath the table.

it felt juvenile. not immature in a way that was annoying, perhaps juvenile in the way that children play tag at recess. pure, and with no underlying layer of malice.

“so,” you asked, “what do you like to do in your free time?” what a stupid thing to ask.

he paused in thought for a moment. “i know this sounds boring, but i really enjoy reading. it’s really interesting to see someone’s passions through their writing. I read a lot for work, obviously. but I enjoy reading for pleasure in my free time as well.”

you took a final bite of your food, pushing your plate a few inches further onto the table. you placed your hands in your lap. what are you reading right now?” quickly you realized that this was a stupid question, spencer could read several books within twenty minutes with his reading speed.

spencer too had finished his dinner by this point, but this was important. he quickly elaborated on what he was reading, currently, i am reading more classic authors. i never really got too invested in shakespeare. so, at the moment, i am reading through his competed works. i’m trying to read them more slowly, so I can fully comprehend what he is saying metaphorically within his work. i never had the time to read a lot of fiction when i was in school, but i’m really enjoying reading it now.”

as he spoke, the waitress approached the booth. she mentioned something about the bill, and placed it down on the table. before you could reach it, spencer snatched it off the table and placed his card down with the receipt. the waitress took the bill and walked off to complete the payment.

you looked up at him with a mixture of bewilderment and shock. “spencer, we could’ve split it. lord knows i’m already staying at your place tonight.” there was a cocky expression laid at top his face.

“well, there’s no use in worrying about it now,“ his smirk grew, “you can pay the bill next time— if you’re fast enough.” you let out a gasp of false offense.

the waitress returned with his card, and the two of you stood to leave. spencer quickly jotted down a tip, and you reached into your bag to pull out some cash for the waitress as well.

“wait,” you blurted out. spencer turned to face you, looking at you quizzically. his shirt was still unbuttoned and his tie still loose; you reached up and adjusted his crooked tie. but that didn’t stop you from at least making it more symmetrical. your fingers lingered on his chest, but only briefly. “okay, now we can leave.”

[tobias-hankel]

No one ever talks about the fact that Elle Greenaway, Aaron Hotchner, and Spencer Reid all lived at the same apartment complex, The Langham.

We see Elle leaving her apartment when Hotch is following her in 2x6 - maybe that is where he learned about the apartment complex. We can also see Elle getting into her car, which has Virginia plates, so we know this apartment complex is in Virginia - not D.C.

In 5x1, we see Emily go to Hotch's apartment to check on him. This is also when we learn that Hotch is on the first floor in apartment 121. We later see him in this same apartment with Jack and Beth in 7x23 and when he is arrested in 11x22, just to name a few.

We see the outside of Spencer's apartment in 9x24 when Alex goes to leave after taking Spencer home. Spencer looks outside and watches Alex get into a taxi. We can see part of the green canopy and the street when Alex walks, but we can also see Spencer standing at the window. The window matches the same windows on The Langham. We can even see a spot on the sidewalk where the street lamp used to be. This is also when we learn that Spencer is on the second floor, apartment 23.

In 1x22, we see Elle be attacked in her home - not an apartment - meaning she moved into Langham apartments after her attack.

Up until Hotch was divorced, he lived in his home in Arlington, Virginia with Haley and Jack - so we know he moved into the complex sometime around season three or four.

We didn't see Spencer's apartment until season eight but we know in 3x2 that Spencer's Volvo has Washington D.C. plates but when we see his car again in 10x13, he had Virginia plates. We can assume that means that Spencer moved from Washington D.C. to the Langham apartments in Virginia at some point between season three and season eight.

Meaning, Elle lived in the Langham apartments before Hotch and Spencer - but Hotch and Spencer lived there only one floor apart at the same time.

[snarkylinda]

No to be an simp in main but as if Matt Simmons couldn't get more attractive- HE LISTENS TO SPENCER RANTS WITHOUT LOOKING ANNOYED OR WEIRDED OUT

[frankiebirds]

I see Reid not remembering Garcia's name in this flashback cited as a plot hole a lot, but it makes perfect sense to me. Reid specifically recalls everything he's seen/read, not everything he hears, and as Garcia is brand new to the team here, it's entirely plausible he's only ever heard her name. The fact that he doesn't have perfect recall of auditory information is even a bit of a plot point in 1x22, where he initially struggles to recall the Parliament of Fowls because it's only ever been read to him.

I think there is some inconsistency on how good Reid's auditory memory is, but usually when I see this moment cited as a plot hole it's because Reid has an eidetic memory—which is visual.

[graysonsmullet]

DC can I pretty please have a batfam animated tv show with Tim Drake voiced by Matthew Gray Gubler

[everythingcriminalminds]

Excuse the rant…

Yes, the BAU is his family/circle of friends in some ways for Spencer but they’re always making jokes whenever he info dumps. And fine, tease him a bit, but it’s difficult to live in a society where you just want to be able to talk about this thing for so long and everyone just goes “shut up”. And I understand that some peopl don’t want to hear about the history of Halloween. For some people they’re like, oh it’s so cute. And then suddenly it isn’t.

I just need Spencer to have someone in his life who will sit with him and not only listen, but happily sit and enjoy his info dumps for hours, and maybe asks questions. Then the friend can info dp and Spence will happily listen and throw in his anecdotes. Someone who will never tire of it. I want that for all the people out there who feel misunderstood or forgotten or left behind because they JUST WANNA SHARE SOME INFORMATION ABOUT SOMETHING THEY KNOW ABOUT OR HAVE A SPECIAL INTEREST IN!!!

[idontliekmondays]

[meelusinee]

meelusinee

Beyond starry skies and waning moons rests a form of humanity resting in bed and using words on paper to cope with the consequences of existing. What is it like?

What is it like to be Ravenclaw's biggest disappointment, 19 years and counting? A Cancer w Leo ascendant & Aquarius moon? Staying up and writing at ungodly hours of the night? Running solely on the desire to create and be known despite how hard it is to ignore the void of warmth that blankets make at specifically 12AM and past?

It's easy and hard, and everything in between.

If you'd like to read some of my works, I've listed all of the characters that I want to write for below! Whether I'll write for them is up to whatever fumes possess my brain that day, but I hope to write for most of them at the very least.

Criminal Minds

Aaron Hotchner Spencer Reid Penelope Garcia

Harry Potter

Harry Potter Hermione Granger Ron Weasley Weasley Twins Bill & Charlie Weasley

The Marauders

The Marauders (excluding Pettigrew) James Potter Sirius Black Remus Lupin Lily Evans Regulus Black

Slytherin Boys

Theodore Nott Mattheo Riddle Blaise Zabini Lorenzo Berkshire Draco Malfoy

[melsie-sims2]

Adam Aldrin

Age: Adult (28) Personality: Pisces | 6/3/7/2/7 Traits: Adventurous, Good, Socially Awkward, Computer Whiz Aspiration: Knowledge Hobby: Games LTW: Earn 5 Gold Badges

Esther Aldrin

Age: Adult (27) Personality: Aquarius | 4/5/4/5/7 Traits: Loner, Disciplined, Bookworm, Night Owl Aspiration: Family Hobby: Science LTW: Marry Off 6 Children

Spencer Aldrin

Age: Toddler (1) Personality: Aquarius | 4/6/4/5/6 Traits: Social Butterfly Aspiration: Grow Up Hobby: Film & Lit LTW: Grow Up

[tungsten-tungsten-tungsten]

intro post, or something

hello fellow psychos, the names shiloh, you can also call me blake if you so wish.

i’ve been watching psych since i was seven, and have loved the show since. as you may imagine, i’ve watched it multiple times, and often quote it (though no one understands, lmao), and it’s also one of my special interests. so, why not make a sideblog for it!

my main blog is @soursileu ! (boo @j-snapdragon)

i am a MINOR. strictly NSFW+kink blogs DNI. also, check out the basic dni before interacting with me. don’t be an a-hole and we’re good, basically, though i’m free to block whoever i please if you go against my views or make me uncomfortable.

i am disabled, both physically and mentally!! please be patient with me!

uouh i think that’s it..? if you have any questions… there’s an ask box… yeah. :)

[my-beloved-lakes]

Ya'know what Eliot needs to do, fire jungling/flaming baton twirling.