#05x21

[classic-simpsons]

THE SIMPSONS 05.21 | Lady Bouvier's Lover

[addictedtostorytelling]

i r e a l l y w a n n a f i n i s h t h i s c a s e

[usergilmore]

gilmore girls: blame booze and melville

[homoose]

AARON HOTCHNER + quarter zip | 05x21 | exit wounds

[eightwithcapitale]

"You manipulative b/tch." Said the manipulative b/tch.

WHY did Wilson smile like that when House called him like that smh

[forensicated]

05x21 - Climate

TW: Assaults on children

June is driven to work by her boyfriend, however, it's not a good start to the day as they're already arguing after June discovered the night before that he's a married man. Bob's not having a great day either as he has had to arrive by taxi because his tyres were slashed during the night. He asks June who her boyfriend is as he thinks he recognises him but June tells him it's none of his business. To top it off the station is uncomfortably warm!

Yorkie escapes from the front desk to speak to Taffy when a 'difficult' case is brought in. Alec moans at him for passing the job off - and later snaps uncharacteristically at Bob when he tells him about the tyres.

Ted takes a seat opposite June in the canteen. He's hanging out his backside and pops a couple of aspirin with a large glass of water. Ted makes an uncomfortable joke about the difference between him and someone trying hard not to become an alcoholic. Someone trying to pretend they're not an alcoholic would swear they are not fully dependent on alcohol. "But you don't deny it, right..." June smiles tightly. Ted goes on to ask her about George Bright, a man who gave the only witness statement when a young girl was attacked. Both Ted and June admit Bright made both their coppers instincts tingle but there was never any evidence that he was actually involved in the assaults. Ted tells June that two little girls have been attacked in similar circumstances and have both died since. There's no evidence but Ted is suspicious that it's Bright as are Essex Police who have asked Ted to bring him in for questioning. He wanted to play it sneakily and drag him out of bed and interview him before he was fully awake and aware of what he was saying but PACE has put a stop to techniques like that. Instead, he's going to put him in an interview room to sweat it out and send June in to 'have a little chat'.

Bob continues to ask Alec what he should do if it turns out he's being targeted by neighbourhood yobs. He doesn't want to move out to Essex and commute in and he doesn't want to sell his pride and joy and replace it with an old banger. Alec again snaps that "I've already said I don't know, these are things you have to figure out by yourself. I've already got far too much on my own plate at the moment! Is that clear?" Bob blinks, "... Perfectly." he says as Alec storms off.

Tosh and Jim bring Bright into the station and it's obvious they don't like him either. Ted and Jim discuss Bright's background. Ted wants to talk to him about the new evidence that has just come in. "... No new evidence has come in." "No, but he doesn't know that, does he?!"

Bright pretends not to recognise June at first and then asks if they've caught the man assaulting young girls. "Unfortunately no, not yet," June says, leaving the room to get him a drink. Ted and Tosh go in straight after to interview him and remind him of the previous circumstances when they interviewed him. Ted tells him that he has been made aware of new evidence that cuts across everything Bright told them before to the point where it makes him sound like a liar. Bright immediately says he wants to talk to someone else because he doesn't appreciate being dragged in [to the station]. "Invited in." Tosh clarifies, glaring down at him. "That's right son, you try and be what you're not and never will be, you try and be clever." Bright snaps before claiming he doesn't mind being asked questions but he refuses to listen to someone 'trying his best to look like the town drunk.' He removes coins from his pocket and throws them in front of Ted telling him it's wash and brush up week and to treat himself. In an understated move, Tosh manages to stop Ted from leaping across the table and plays a form of 'good cop/bad cop'.

Bright snaps that the 'sweet/sour' move won't work on him and tells Tosh to return to Hendon. "Or was that before your time?" They're right, he's thoroughly repugnant. He smugly tells them he doesn't want to make any changes to his original statement.

June tries to get her boyfriend to talk to her over the telephone during her break but he is evasive. She warns him that if he continues playing her around she will 'take matters into her own hands'.

In CID Jim tries to keep a lid on Ted's temper about Bright. Ted thinks he's getting perverse enjoyment from 'helping the police' by misleading them to cover up his own criminal acts. Jim reminds him that he was in the right place at a similar time but said he didn't do it - which was accepted by the CPS.

Bob leads through some members of staff of a business suffering thefts to have their fingerprints taken. When they grumble amongst themselves he tells them it's nothing to worry about and just done to eliminate them. He claims even his own mum has had her fingerprints taken in the nick.

June brings Bright his coffee and he mutters that he didn't recognise her before because "You're not the kind of female one does remember, are you? You must know this yourself, you must know you haven't got a lot going for you. You're old before your time, girl." He tells her, smirking to himself as she walks out.

Bob finds Alec in the Sgt's office and asks him for a quiet word to see what's wrong. "Sunday morning, it started then." He pouts, telling Bob that he didn't get his cuppa in bed on Sunday morning at 7.45am on the dot as he had for years. He didn't get any tea at all because he refused to make it if his wife wouldn't. His wife threw away his shed key after locking it up so Alec couldn't do his usual 'potter every Sunday for an hour or two'. Bob laughs and undettered, Alec continues explaining that he didn't get his usual Sunday dinner which completely put him off his Sunday snooker and made his Sunday pint taste off. Bob just shakes his head and walks out of the office as Alec continues. I guess no one thinks to ask him if there had been a special day recently that he forgot...?

Ted asks June how her 'little chat' with Bright went. June tells him that he didn't let anything on and agrees with Ted that "the man is a nasty arrogant snide little toad." Ted frowns and asks if Bright said something to hurt her. "Nobody hurts me just with words, ever." she assures him before adding that he's a wrong'un and that she's a good judge of character. "I know that!" Ted reassures her that that was why he asked her over everyone else to go speak to Bright and sum him up. He tries to push her to see if she thinks he's the sort of toad that could murder a child. June wouldn't like to say either way.

Ted throws a picture on the table in front of Bright of the most recent child to have been attacked. The girl never saw her attacker. Bright insists he's never been anywhere near where the girl was attacked. Not even to visit his Auntie who lives nearby. Tosh reminds him of his description of what Bright claimed was the attacker's car from his statement. Bright doesn't wish to make any changes. Ted watches Bright closely as he tells him that, from his limited description, they had managed to trace the car. Bright seems to stiffen and says that it's impossible because he didn't see enough. "Nevertheless, we have managed to trace it." Bright slowly looks between both officers who are purposely keeping their faces blank. "Then you've got whoever did it." he says quietly. Ted shakes his head, claiming the car was found that same night with just a couple of joyriders inside. Said joyriders told them that they drove across the park 45 minutes earlier than Bright claims he saw them there and they almost ran him over in doing so. They detailed his clothing and appearance and that they saw him very close to where the attack and sexual assault of the victim was around the time it happened. Ted asks him again if he wants to update his witness statement in light of that. Bright hardens his tone and reminds him that he is - and always has been - only a witness. He then tries to get personal claiming that the smell of the station and Ted offends him. "What kind of smell do you prefer? The clean linen smell of little girls? The sugar and spice and all things nice smell?"

In a corner, Bright reluctantly admits to being a voyeur and says he was only there to listen to courting couples having sex in the dark. He claims he didn't realise that the noises he heard was a young girl being assaulted. Ted and Tosh glare at him and demand to know why he didn't admit it before. "I came forward didn't I?!" he insists as though that makes it alright. "Things like that you save until last, don't you!" He repeats he didn't know it was a 'different sort of scream'. Ugh. Ted storms out the room for a cigarette some fresh air with Tosh at his heels. Tosh tells him that it doesn't make Bright a murderer even if he is a pervert. Ted points out that he was there and could have helped the girl. "But he didn't! And that's the way it is, Ted!" Tosh tells him that he has to let him go and look for someone else. Ted angrily agrees that Tosh can let him go.

Bright tries to make himself feel better when Tosh releases him by asking how old he is. "I mean you look like you're pushing 50 but you're still only a DC!" He sums Tosh up as a family man with a lot of kids. "I thought so, you look the type." "And what type's that?" "A loser. Someone stuffed by his own marriage with nothing left to do but bang away at some old dog of a wife." Tosh grabs him and angrily throws him back into the interview room and threatens him.

Frightened, Bright lets slip that he saw the man because he walked past him. He admits he saw the man's face...

Bob asks Alec if he's going to sort out his domestic when he gets home. Alec looks offended and claims it's his business but Bob points out he's made it everyone else's business by having a go at them all. Taffy interrupts by carrying through a glass of water and a first aid kit - someone has punched Yorkie at the Front Desk!

June points out the suspect for Yorkie's assault. It's a little old lady! "I told Yorkie he ought to try smiling at people now and again!" Bob smirks.

In an interview room. Tosh and Ted ask Bright about the suspect. "It's all down to winning and losing isn't it!" he scowls, claiming he knows Ted will never stop hounding him now. The suspect was surprised by Bright and looked him straight in the eye. He then smiled to himself because he'd realised that Bright wouldn't talk because of why he was there and what he was doing. Ted asks him to describe him and he smugly says he doesn't have to - he knows him. He's a neighbour. Bright says it's not too late because he's still around. Ted coldly tells him it's a couple of kids too late and asks for the man's name.

We cut to the suspect being brought in with two press photographers in the police car park. Tosh halfheartedly tells them to clear off as he and Jim lead the man inside with a coat over his head.

As they leave the station after the shift, Alec offers Bob and June a lift because it's raining heavily. Bob accepts but June refuses, hoping her boyfriend will show up.

[escapingpurgatorypodcast]

Hi Purgatory Pals,

Episode 05:21 'Two Minutes to Midnight' is available to listen to on YouTube!

[bluebeerg]

roger meyers jr compilation .. for the fans (me)

including the deleted scenes from The Front! but poochie had to be uploaded separately bc which was too big to add for tumblr and it was getting flagged by youtube ^^;

However !! here's some cut bits from the script of poochie episode to make up for it :]

(from Josh Weinstein's twitter: 24th Poochie Anniversary, Poochie Auditions)

and here are some full scripts for Itchy & Scratchy & Marge (table draft, revised table draft) and The Front (table draft) ! lots of cut goodies in there - thanks to Random Viewer Guy on NHC :]

[lawboymagicshow]

05x21: Two Minutes To Midnight, Supernatural Honorable Mentions below

[reiding-writing]

omg, part two for roommates? It was so good

ROOMMATES [PART TWO]

/ˈɹu(m)ˌmeɪt/ /part one/

when you and spencer share a room together on a case, you find yourself a little out of character at the revelation you'll have to share a bed with him.

WARNINGS: cold but not antagonistic reader

05X21!spencer x cold!reader fluff?? 1.4k series masterlist!

a/n: is this too much cold!reader back to back? maybe, but this is my blog so i make the rules love yall

main masterlist!!

You woke up cold, your fingers unwelcome against the skin of your cheeks as they spread the stark chilliness that your extremities are feeling over your eyelids.

Whilst not entirely surprising, being so cold in a hotel room that was meant to be built for negative temperatures felt a little too unlikely to be true with no extraneous variables.

You found yours almost immediately, you were only half-covered in the bedsheets, the rest balled up around Spencer as he laid with his back to you.

You glanced around in the dim light, trying to locate your lost part of the blanket. But it was tightly wound around Spencer, making it clear that reclaiming your portion without waking him would be an impossible task.

You sighed softly, trying to think of a solution that wouldn’t involve waking him up, but the more you thought about it, the less feasible it seemed.

Frustrated, you tried to tug at the blanket gently, hoping against the odds that you could retrieve some of it without disturbing him. To no surprise whatsoever, Spencer stirred, turning to face you with sleepy eyes.

“Mmm… what time is it?” he mumbled, his voice heavy with sleep.

“Early, go back to sleep,” you whispered, trying to keep your voice steady under the softness of his gaze. “And stop hogging the sheets.”

Spencer quickly let go of the blanket, allowing you to take hold of it. “Sorry,” he murmured before turning back around and falling back asleep almost immediately.

You stared at him for a moment, surprised by how easily he‘d managed to fall back to sleep. But then again, it was Spencer. He was a different breed of person.

Wrapping the blanket around yourself, you laid back down and tried to get some more sleep. But as you watched Spencer sleeping peacefully with his back to you, you couldn’t help but feel a strange warmth spreading in your chest.

Despite the cold and the uncomfortable lump in the mattress, you found yourself on the verge of smiling against the sheets pulled up to your nose.

But you quickly banish the thought, reminding yourself that this was just a one-time thing.

A necessity due to circumstances. Nothing more.

You close your eyes, letting sleep take over once again.

The comfort of sleep eludes you, however, your mind plagued by the unconscious Spencer that lay not too far from you. You don’t know why it was now that you were having such an issue with falling asleep in his presence. You'd managed to bury the thought earlier, why could you do it now?

The silence of the room seemed to only amplify everything rampaging through your mind, and you turn to your other side, your back to Spencer as you try to clear your mind.

The sound of his soft breathing lulls you, a comforting rhythm in the otherwise silent room, and you feel yourself starting to drift off, the day's exhaustion catching up to you.

However, just as you're about to succumb to sleep, you feel a shift in the bed.

Spencer's moving.

His movements are slow, sluggish with sleep, and before you can process it, you feel his arm drape over your side, his body pressing against your back.

The surprise of his touch jolts you awake and you freeze completely, unsure of what to do. His breath fans against the back of your neck, a warm contrast to the cool air of the room.

You ponder your options. Should you move and risk waking him? Should you stay put and pretend to be asleep? If he woke up like this you know that he’d spiral into a pit of embarrassment and you’re not sure that you want to deal with that.

It also wasn’t the worst position, but that’s something that your mind would even let you consider.

You opt for the latter of the two options, deciding not to disrupt his sleep.

Your heart pounds in your chest, the rhythm deafening in your ears as you will yourself to just fall asleep and relieve yourself of the torture you’re enduring. You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts and after what feels like an eternity, your body relaxes and you slowly drift back to sleep, Spencer's arm a comforting weight around you.

When you wake up the next morning, the events of the night feel like a distant dream. Spencer is already awake, sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to you as he speeds through the pages of a novel in his lap.

The memory of his arm around you sends a warm flush through your body, although the memory is so distant you can’t even really be sure it was real. You were half asleep after all.

The fact that Spencer seemed so relaxed also supports your theory that it might’ve been a sleep-induced hallucination. There was no way he’d be so casual if he’d known he’d done that.

But it felt too real to have not have happened.

As you rise from the bed, you make a silent vow to yourself. This was a one-time thing. It wouldn't happen again. You wouldn't let it.

But as you catch Spencer's eye and he gives you a sleepy smile, you can't help but wonder if that's a promise you can actually keep.

“Good morning, how did you sleep?” He closes the book with a small ‘thud’ sound, smiling half-awkwardly in your direction.

It takes you a second to process that he’s speaking to you, and he takes your silence as a sign that you’re still mad at him for taking the sheets.

“I’m sorry for what happened last night,”

Your eyes snap to his at his apology. So he did remember clinging to you like a koala then.

“I move a lot in my sleep, so I must’ve accidentally pulled all of the sheets in my direction,”

Nevermind.

“It’s fine Reid.” The grogginess still lacing your tone doesn’t do any help in making you sound genuinely okay with what had happened, nor does the narrowing of your eyes under the morning light that makes you look like you’re intentionally staring daggers into his forehead.

“Okay- Sorry-” He hated how intimidated he was by you sometimes, especially considering he knew you weren’t trying to be intimidating in the moment.

You were just half-asleep and sensitive to the bright lights, and yet you still managed to make him feel like one wrong word would be like hand-writing his death certificate.

God only knows what he would be thinking if he knew he’d spent half the night with his chest to your back.

“Stop apologising, I said it was fine,” You rub your eyes with your fingers, the way you pinch your nose bridge again serving to make you look way more angry than you actually were and sending Spencer down another internal-panic at the idea of you secretly being annoyed with him.

“Right, sor-” He stops himself halfway through his sentence, pressing his lips into a tight line with a short nod. “Uhm, Hotch said to meet down in the lobby in half an hour,”

You exhale heavily as you drag your palm down your face, humming absently as Spencer relay’s Hotch’s order to you.

You get out of the bed with a stretch and a yawn, and Spencer thinks it might be the most ‘human’ he’s ever seen you be — probably because he couldn’t see your expression with your back turned to him.

“I’m going to change,” You announce your departure to the shared bathroom as you grab your clothes for the day from your bag, giving him ample opportunity to stop you if he wanted to use the bathroom for something before you did. You knew he wouldn’t either way.

“Alright,” He gives you a slightly nervous nod as you shut the door behind you, messing with the leather spine of the book in his hands.

The first thing you do once you’ve got your privacy is soak your face in cold water, hoping that it’ll wash away the memory of how Spencer’s arm felt around your waist with your sweat.

But he didn’t know that. And you weren’t planning on telling him anytime soon.

[rianavi]

the cold

spencer reid x f!reader

content; tooth rotting fluff, oblivious spencer, awkward spencer, best friends but crushing, mutual pining

summary; after a case in alaska the snow is too thick to get a plane ride back so you and the team spend another night in a small motel. the only thing is, spencer doesn’t know if he can take another night of sleeping on the floor in your shared room. and you cant stand seeing him in pain.

based off 05x21

hotch enters the motel with a heavy sigh and a shake of his head. “they said it’s to heavy, we’ll have to stay another night.”

the team sighs and jj and emily disperse, going back to their room, followed by rossi.

spencer stays standing behind the chair you sit in. hands tucked inside his pockets and tongue poking his inner cheek.

derek takes penelope by the hand and leads the way to their room while hotch stays behind to call strauss.

you stand - finally - and begin the tread to the bed thats been holding you for the past three days.

you don’t expect spencer to catch up to you considering youre a fast walker and he’s been dealing with back pain this whole case.

it had given you a feeling of guilt, you and spencer were sharing a room with a single bed and you had lost the fight to sleep on the hardwood floor.

all you wanted was to invite him into the bed with you, under the comforter and cuddled into you as you cling onto each other for warmth.

but you were scared and knew he would never agree to it. so you kept your mouth shut and turned away from his shivering body on the floor.

tonight would be different though.

you couldn’t stand seeing him in agonizing pain any longer, tonight you would finally build up the courage and invite him into bed with you.

when you got to your destination you grabbed a pair of pajamas and made your way to the bathroom.

just as you closed the bathroom door you heard spencer enter the room and sigh before seeing the shadow of his feet walk past the bathroom.

you turn on the sink to wash your face and hands, then changing into a pair of pajama pants and an undershirt.

when you exit the bathroom you make sure to leave the light on as to spencers fear of the dark.

you find him changed into his sleep clothes and making his bed on the floor.

before the chance was taken away you speak softly, “spencer,”

he looks up at you with his big eyes and carved features that make you weak in the knees.

“i’m not letting you sleep on the floor again, it’s way too uncomfortable and i can tell that it’s bothering your back.”

his eyebrows tug together, “well there is no way im letting you sleep here instead.”

the thought of him taking the pain just so you wouldn’t have to has your heart clenching and stomach turning.

“that’s not what i’m saying. there is more than enough room for both of us on the bed.”

you can see the way his cheeks redden and his posture tenses.

at first you think he’s gonna turn you down but then he speaks.

“y-yeah sure.”

youre taken aback to say the least but you smile brightly and make your way over to the bed.

you pull back the covers and fluff the pillows to your liking before crawling under the blanket and waiting for spencer to join you.

he does so slowly and awkwardly, he lays stiff and flat on his back staring up at the ceiling.

you laugh softly at how scared he looks before turning on your side to face him.

“better?”

he nods softly, and pulls the comforter up to his neck while shivering.

“you know.. if we huddle close together the body heat from us will warm each other up.”

“usually im the one speaking facts.”

you laugh at that, airy and light. he smiles at the sound and overcomes his fears by grabbing your hand and intertwining your fingers.

you gasp lightly at the coldness of his hand before smiling at him and squeezing his palm.

the air is less tense now and you both can breathe normally now.

“spencer?”

he looks at you for the first time this night and hums in acknowledgment.

“can you hold me?”

he releases a breath before pulling you into his chest and wrapping his arms around your waist tightly -like he’s been waiting for this moment his whole life-

you smile into his neck and wrap your arms around his neck while your hands land in his hair.

“youre very warm,” he speaks softly

you laugh again, tickling his neck. the warmth of his breath hitting your forehead. he places a soft kiss there and you smile into his neck, tightening your grip on him while sleep overcomes you both.

[addictedtostorytelling]

gsr + taking their cue

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Beautiful Spouse Rewatches SPN 05x21

Two Minutes to Midnight

“I’m glad we got more, but I feel like this was supposed to be the original ending” “What the fuck. I know he’s Pestilence but wtf” “haha” “I wonder if they made it bright green so as not to gross out the viewers” laughing at Cas

“I like how everyone he talks, he acts like he’s undercover or something” Laughing at Dean popping open Satan’s box

“Human” “Almost sounds like a Massive Attack song in the background. It’s not though” “Sounds like very daytime TV with the fkn music interludes” “I thought she died already. Didn’t we see that? I don’t understand” “DEMON” “It’s a good look” “Didn’t want to get all the goop in the hair” “They’re not affected somehow? Yet anyway” “Ope. There we go” 🎶straight into danger🎶

“Yeah, just be dazed walking around with your knife out. Running around with scissors bro” “And a gun? This is going to go super well” “huh” “That was very crispy” “Panned to Sam after saying weak” bitch is back

“Don’t they have to kill him? It’s just the rings they need?” “That was easy” “Is this when he gets his legs back?” “Dean with the double take” “Would never have noticed that if you hadn’t said something whenever you did” “Thats a lot of effects” “We’re doing 2 in one episode?” “Oh yeah this is one of my original complaints - they ramp everything up at the end of the season” “Nice” “Oh it was literally this episode” “Who’s going to catch him? Oh he’s ok” “Like that’ll fkn do anything” “Is that Dean���s gun? It’s got pearl on it.” “How could they even hear that? And then whisper??? It’s so frustrating” “Are they making a Chicago pizza reference? Because Detroit style is better” “Maybe he just likes it sloppy” “Just going to leave your car right there huh?” “All that blood and none of it got onto his face” “Oh that didn’t age well” “He just acted that whole scene out with his face, but that’s every scene with Jensen” “Maybe I just like this show because I like staring at Dean’s face” “If that’s how insignificant they find humanity, why bother showing up as humans?” They’re following their roles

“I guess it wouldn’t be a good show without it” “dun dun dun” “Two button down shirts? For real?” “Why are we talking about boobs?” Explained the joke

“What’s up with the sappy bullshit talking?” “The dad on the sideline pep talk bullshit”

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You Try to Be a Nice Guy (05x21) Outfit 1

[djkerr]

TGW 05x21 The One Percent

MATTHEW GOODE as  finley polmar  in THE GOOD WIFE , season 5 episode 21

[escapingpurgatorypodcast]

Amy and Annabelle talk about the hundred and third episode of Supernatural “Two Minutes to Midnight”

This week we discuss; Death, faith, and beginning of the ensemble cast.

WARNING: Spoilers ahead and Content Warnings within the context of the episode.

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