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nityarawal · 2 years ago

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Yesterday's song! Intense!(:

1/26/23

Morning Songs

Homestead Song

(Stop Raping My Children)

Sitting In My Car

Writing My Morning

Songs

Pens Are Running

Out Of Ink

Phone Won't Charge

Wish I Could

Heat My

Electric Sherpa

Blanket

But Solar

Won't Work

Need Gas For

Generator

Wish We Would

Stay Warm

Nose So Cold

Last Night

Forgot My

Wooly Red Hat

Couldn't

Find It In

The Weak

Flashlight

That's My Life

On The Coast

Trail

Could Be Worse

A Cocoon

Keeps Me Warm

A Sleeping Bag

From My Sister

Like When I Was

A Kid

A Cocoon

Of Down

Quilted Me

In Lake Tahoe

In The Pines

Tahoe Sands Resort

Accommodated Me

Emerald Bay

Rubicon

Dollar Pointe

Tahoe City

Carnelian Bay

Tahoe Vista

Tahoe Sands

Kings Beach

Truckee Airport

Flying Sierras

Sierraville

Off The Grid Hot Springs

Walking with Pappa

Holding Hands

Exploring

Airports

Clawfoot bathtubs

Hot Rivers

Mammoth

Winter Soaks

Quincy

Truckee River

Hot

Cold

Dips

With

Hells' Angels

Re-Enactments

Along Blueberry

Raspberry Trails

Sulfur

Sweet Water

Natural Soda

Out of The Ground

Agua Caliente

Devas Find Me

Hot

Water

People

Seeking Springs

In Their Veins

Agua Calliente

Hot Water People

Find Me

Not Foolish Pleasure Road

My dear

But

Aguanga Fertility Tribes

Crystal's In Caves

With Cousins

All The Way To India

Born Every Moon

Miracles Of Nature

Cowgirls Call

Cockrock

But It's A

Shiva

Lingum

Fertility

Cahuillan

Stone

Site

Homesteaded At

Barbara Bradford

Centauraians

Farm

Nearby

Pomegranate Orchard

Need My Spring Box

My Wolf Husky Blu

Guards My Barns

Full of My Things

Homesteading Bumblebees

And Honey In Aguanga

Need My Homes

Springbox

Behind Jason Alexander's

Need my Homes

On Sorrenson

And Merrimack

Robert Built Me

Despite His Father's Untimely Death Stateside

He made love to

Me in the backyard

And 5 years

Of Reperations From Attys

Jeff Fritz

Homesteading rights

All Dreyfuss

Homes

Donated Back

To Robert and I

All BB's Acres

Meant For My Sisters

Not Mean Cowgirls

With Toxic

Agendas

Homesteaded

At Elim Hotsprings

Since 2017

Homesteaded At

Kosh's Airbnb

Since 2018

Homesteaded At

Abi Odam's

2123 Cordero

Del Mar

Torrey Pines

Beat Up There By

Investigator Mark Milton

Atty

Lori Clark Viviano

On A Court Bribe

Need Reperations

1067 Neptune

Encinitasbeachhome.com

Homesteaded With

Savannah Cat

Romeo

On Hygria

From Brian Lieu

Homesteading

In The Treehouse

At Abi Odam's

Homesteading In

The Music Room

Homesteaded In The Guestroom

And Wrote

For The Silencing.org

With Darin David Joye

Homesteading to Aguanga

From There

Darin David Joye

Rockstarred And

A Matte Black Geep

And Swept Me

Off My Feet For

Beardsley

Odams There

Groomed As A Kid

He Witchhunted

Me From

Dinosaur Stand

Exploited

Next Door

"F" ME

To Their

Neighbors

And Circled

From Joshua Tree

On Bribes

From Ashby Clark

Sorrenson

On Suicide Watch

RIP

Birds Of Olympus

Yonder

Old Yellers'

1970 Dog

Got Slumlorded

From 54399

Valleyview

In Covid

Lexus Rental Stolen

By Daniel Crabtree

Of Triple A

Officer Enoche

Shane Stewart

Idyllwild Realty

Bribes

8 0 Clock

Lied

In The Paper

Don't Make Stories

About Me

Paying The Bills

Still At My Cabin

Since 2019

It Belongs To Me

Too

My Native American Drum

Sitting By The Fireplace

Romeo

Eroding In The Garden

Should Of Taken United Way

Little Man

F'd You Too

Should've Taken

United Way Paent

Little Man

F'd You Too

Got A Real Estate Lien

On My Cabin

Reported Murder

For Emily Pearson

Tima Ivanova

And Psychologist

Dr. Adam Cash

Thought It Was

Foul Play

Indeed

Lived in Mary

Smitz'ss

Airbnb

Paid Her Propane

Homesteaded Thee

Paid Dan's

Anza Electric

On Chalet

In My Name

Stopped Probate

Yesterday

Checked On Him

Fr Hollocoast Death

Like Dr. Singh

Tried to Kill Me

For A Stolen Car

At The County

Stop Killing

My Sisters

Jessie

Just to See Her Naked

No Insulin

Stop Killing My Sisters

That Was Your Client

Mary

I Almost rented

Her Treehouse

Airbnb

Stop Killing

Your Clients

Almost Bought

Oceana's Trailer

Stop Killing

Your Clients

Mitch Was

Od'd on Fentanyl

Stop Killing Your

Clients

She Said Sean

Stole My Trailer

Stop Killing

Your Clients

But

Now I'll be Homesteading

In Pinyon

Stop Killing Your Clients

Joan

You Fired Your

Handyman

Glen's Got Nowhere

To Eat

Stop Killing Your

Clients

400 pounds

Don't Talk to Me

About Living Free

Stop Killing Your Clients

I'll Be Homesteading

In The Dust

Stop Killing My Clients

I Still Got My Key

Let Me Know

When You

Locked Her Up

Stop Killing

My Clients

Stop Killing My Friends

Stop Evicting The Mommies

Of Anza

Stop Killing My Clients

You're Meant to Be

An Animal Shelter

Stop Killing My Clients

I'm Gonna

Homestead

And Make Sure

Some People

Are Living Free

You Like Wood So Much

You Help Yourself

You Got Cuffed

And Got Raped By Cops

You Pimped

Me Out

You

With Carmel Benson

Of Idyology

Stop Raping

Your Clients

To Pay For Your Whore's

Stop Raping Your Clients

Mary Schmitz

I can't Take it Anymore

Stop Raping Your Clients

Stop Selling Your Kids

My Bae's Not For Sale

I don't Like The Fat Girl

Raping Your Kids

Stop Raping Your Clients

On Airbnb Court Bribes

Stop Raping Your Clients

Had Enough Of Your

Capitalistic

Gluttony

Hey Hey

Nitya Nella Davigo Azam Moezzi Huntley Rawal

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robotslenderman · 3 years ago

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Blorbo meme: VTM (Radio Silence edition if you want hard mode 😈)

Fuck yeah

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Wendy, since she's the main character. Other than her -- Alexander.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Emily, in a sort of "adorable but could probably kill me" kind of way. I never really got to write scenes that put much depth into her, but even though she was a kid when she was ghouled, she has moments where she shows how old she really is and how much she's adapted to the World of Darkness. RS originally had an epilogue and near to the end she just. fuckign. pulled a gun on someone. no I did not intend for her to do this she just fucking did it. and at that point I was like "actually this is too ridiculous to include" because up until then she'd been either a faceless interpreter or an adorable drug addict and that particular action would have been way out of left field. So. Yeah.

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

Patricia Erikson. She was the viewpoint character in the epilogue and it was going to be a whole Thing about how she was a foil to Wendy buuuut then Emily showed up with the gun and I was like "actually, fuck this."

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

Every time Noah shows up I get really sad because his dynamic with Alexander gets really silly but there's no way they'd let it show completely in front of other Kindred, so I always had to either cut it out in the edits or really tone it down. But basically every time he appeared I pictured him showing up fifteen minutes late with starbucks and shutter shades with eyebrows raised making dry comments to Alexander until he eventually provokes him enough into scuffling with him because he may have been Alexander's ghoul for most of his life, but he's been a little brother for all of it. Much like Emily it's a friggen tragedy I didn't get to show that.

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

This is yet another case of "because of Wendy's limited POV I never got to show the depths of this character" but -- it's not controversial because most readers loved him anyway, but Gerard Rafin. I'm counting him on account of the whole Trump-esque levels of child abuse. Really sad I didn't get to really show the rest of his nasty side in general ("Uncle Smelly", whom we didn't really see because although he's caustic with his Warrenmates he canonically turns the Uncle Smelly thing down around them, and it's basically nonexistent around Wendy. also he has a very cunning side that didn't show up at all in the story. Cock Robin hinted at it in the last chapter and if I ever write that RS sequel idea I have maybe it'll show up then, I don't know). In reality nobody really hated any particular character so...

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

I love Francesca to pieces but there's always at least one character in my stories who has to go through the horse plinko and in RS it was her. First there's the Warren, and then there's the headcanon @orodrethsgeek and I made about that swan that got made Primogen of the new Baltimore Warren (long story. well, no, it's not, but you have to say "long story" whenever you say outlandish shit like that) that keeps trying to seduce her... Yeah I really need to write that sequel. Or at least publish that scene I wrote about the Primogen.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

I genuinely don't have one.

#Radio Silence #VTM #Francesca DeLaire #Wendy Taylor #Gerard Rafin #I need last names for Emily and Alexander...

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sequinsmile-x · 2 years ago

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Hi, a little fun prompt I hope you like!

There is a big fbi fundraiser and the agents have to impress rich people to give money to their department. So naturally Hotch and Emily make it a game between them to see who can bring more money in. They both use different things like clothing/charme/maybe baby pictures of their children/hidden talents. I got this idea from the fundraiser episode in greys anatomy (s10 e4)

I hope you like it!

OH I LOVE THIS IDEA. Thank you for the prompt <3

-x-

Fair Game

Words: 1.5k

Warnings: None

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Emily smiles at the woman in front of her, her name already forgotten, as she nods at all the right times. Her ability to seem as if she was absorbing information, politely interested in what someone was saying, something she had learnt almost as soon as she had learnt to talk. It was something she had done at events a lot as a teenager, forced to go by her mother. A skill she had very much transferred into her adult life.

It was especially useful on nights like tonight.

Their presence had been encouraged, which she knew really meant it was mandatory, the fact she and Aaron had a new baby at home apparently not enough to get them out of this event. The FBI fundraiser supposedly needed their presence, the BAU one of their most important teams. Supposedly a key part in getting donors to part with their money for the bureau’s chosen charity.

She waits until the donor in question is no longer looking at her until her smile slips off her face. She sighs, looking down at her watch as she checks the time. Her sigh turns into a groan when she sees they have only been here for a couple of hours, nowhere near long enough to justify leaving yet. She was tired, exhausted in a way she had forgotten was possible. Those long but fleeting days of having a newborn came as a surprise, even this second time around. She’d told Aaron only last night, the 2 am feed keeping them both up as she fed their two-month-old son, that it was nature's way of tricking people into having more than one child.

She looks over and spots her husband, a heat rising in her body as she sees him in his tux, a smile on his face as he talks to the couple he’s standing with. They were older, clearly loaded, and Aaron’s current target for the fundraiser. She walks over, and she approaches she notices him pulling his phone out of his pocket, bringing something up on it as he passes it over to the woman next to him, a soft look of adoration appearing on her face. Emily makes it to them just in time to hear what the other woman says.

“Well, aren’t they precious?”

Aaron turns just as Emily makes it to his side, ever aware of her presence, the smile reserved just for her and their children on his face.

“Here she is,” he says, a hint of pride in his voice as he puts an arm around her, his hand on her lower back, “this is my wife, and fellow FBI agent, Emily Prentiss,” he looks down at her, “sweetheart this is Mr and Mrs Alexander, two of the director's guests this evening.”

She smiles politely at them, reaching out and shaking their hands, as she does the very thing she had been trained to do for as long as she could remember.

“Lovely to meet you both.”

“You too,” Mrs Alexander replies, a genuine smile on her face as she hands Aaron his phone back, “your husband was just telling us about the little ones at home, congratulations. You look amazing considering you had a baby two months ago.”

Emily smiles tightly, her husband's hand pressing firmer into her back as she reluctantly accepts the compliment. One she’d heard all evening, as if she wanted to be here, dressed up and feeling exhausted, her breasts filling to the point of discomfort, wanting nothing more than to be home with her children.

“Well,” she replies diplomatically, a tone her mother would be proud of, “this is a one-time event, usually I’m at home with a baby and a toddler attached to me.”

“I remember those days well,” Mrs Alexander replies, looking past them, clearly making eye contact with someone she knew, “do excuse us,” she looks back at Aaron, “it was lovely meeting you Agent Hotchner, Agent Prentiss.”

“You too,” Aaron says, shaking both of their hands as they walk past.

It gives Emily the chance to see his phone screen, still unlocked from where Mrs Alexander had had it. It’s a picture of the children. Jack with his arm around his little sister, Eleanor, the 3-year-old girl smiling widely at the camera. She had her baby brother, Issac, in her arms, supported by Jack, a protective hold on them both. Aaron had taken the photo on Issac’s first day home from the hospital, his arm around Emily as they took in the sight of all three of their children together.

Emily scoffs in outrage. “You’re cheating,” she looks back up at him, her mouth open in indignation, “you’re using the kids to get more donations.”

He has the nerve to smirk at her, his eyes dancing with amusement. “What? It works, they’re cute.”

“I know they’re cute,” she replies, her hands on her hips, “I made two of them.”

He leans down and presses a kiss to her forehead, smiling and doing it again when he feels her frown deepen beneath his lips.

“You said you thought you could raise more than me,” he says to her, throwing her a wink, “I’m just levelling the playing field.”

She narrows her eyes at him, her tongue in her cheek as she considers it. She clears her throat and nods.

“Ok, two can play at that game, honey.” She says, adjusting the top of her dress, ensuring a bit more of her cleavage was on show, smiling at the slightly scandalised look on his face. “Whoever gets the least is on diaper duty for the weekend?”

“That's a lot of confidence, love,” he teases, stepping towards her again, his hand on her hip, “are you sure you’ve got it?”

She fakes annoyance, but she knows he’s having fun, that he’s enjoying spending time with her where they are just them, not Mom and Dad, for a few hours. Even if it was in the company of every important person in DC society and all the senior members of the FBI. She smiles at him, silently lets him know she’s up for their game too, that she’s missed him, even though he’s been right by her side.

“Oh please, just look at them,” she replies, indicating her breasts, bigger than usual, a side effect of breastfeeding that, for once, she was grateful for. She winks at him, reaching up to pat his cheek before she moves close enough to whisper in his ear, aware enough of their surroundings to be slightly discreet, “I’m going to wipe the floor with you.”

___

Emily yawns as she paces their bedroom, Issac against her shoulder as she rubs his back. She smiles as he burps, his head rising slightly before settling back on her shoulder.

“Good boy.” She mumbles, turning and pressing a kiss to the side of his head. She looks over and smiles when she sees Eleanor fast asleep in her and Aaron’s bed. She’d snuck in as soon as she realised her parents were home, still half asleep as she laid her head on her mother’s pillow.

The bedroom door clicks open and she looks up, Aaron walking in with a tired smile on his face.

“Jack’s fast asleep.” He says, walking over and pressing a kiss to her head, and then doing the same with Issac, his palm gentle against the back of their son’s head. “When did Ellie get in here?”

“She snuck in whilst I was feeding him,” she replies, smiling up at him, “I don’t think she realised I could see her.”

Aaron laughs at that and looks back down at their son, the baby now fast asleep against her shoulder. She was still in her dress from the event, her make-up still intact, their child’s needs coming above her own comfort. He eases Issac from her arms and into his own.

“I’ll change him and put him down,” he says, “you go get ready for bed.”

She smiles gratefully at him and nods. She walks over to the bed and leans down, pressing a kiss to their toddler's head before walking towards the bedroom.

“Remember our deal,” she says from the bathroom doorway, “you’re on diaper duty for the rest of the weekend.”

She’d won by quite some way, putting his efforts to shame. Her own photos of the kids coming into good use too, not that she’d ever admit it. The only person on the team who had got more donations than her was Spencer, who always came up on top. Emily always said it was because the old ladies loved him.

Dave would say it was just because people wanted him to stop talking.

Aaron shakes his head at his wife, his adoring smile taking away from any annoyance at his loss of their bet.

“I always knew your breasts would be my downfall.” He says without thinking, the comment slipping through due to his own exhaustion. He freezes for a moment, worried he’d piss her off, her hormones still all over the place.

The laugh that escapes her is loud enough to wake up both of the kids in the room.

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devildomditzy · 2 years ago

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Lovesick Brothers Mini-Playlists

These will either heal you or hurt you so bad :^)

Lucifer

Cry - Carly Rae Jepsen

“You're king of the castle.

Whenever you're here, you know it feels right.

Don't need to worry. Don't need to move, I've got the spotlight.”

I’m Like A Lawyer The Way I’m Always Trying To Get You Off - Fall Out Boy

“The best way to make it through with hearts and wrists in tact

is to realize two out of three ain't bad.”

I Want to Be Buried in Your Backyard - Nightmare of You

“Our hands touch unnoticed, pressed up against melting glass.

You're calling out my name as the air escapes.”

Mammon

Shadow - The Bleachers Ft. Carly Rae Jepsen

“And I know that they have hurt you,

and I know the love you gave feels cheap and used.

And I know it's getting harder, and I know the lights have all gone dark on you.

Still I will love your shadow.”

How Do I Tell A Girl I Want To Kiss Her - Modern Baseball

“She's on his mind day and night,

thinks he takes her for granted but to her surprise, he needs her more than she needs him.”

This Must Be My Exit - Oso Oso

“Oh, I'm the last pick of all your draft picks,

lining up my words so they're all cleverly crafted.

You could see right through”

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - Cigarettes After Sex

“When we dance in my living room

To that silly '90s R&B.

When we have a drink or three

Always ends in a hazy shower scene”

Levi

Somewhere in Neverland - All Time Low

“Wendy run away with me. I know I sound crazy, don’t you see what you do to me?

I wanna be your lost boy, your last chance, a better reality.”

Two Is Better Than One - Boys Like Girls Ft. Taylor Swift

“I remember what you wore on the first day.

You came into my life and I thought, hey

you know this could be something.”

Black Butterflies and Déjà Vu - The Maine

“I lose my voice when I look at you.

Can't make a noise though I'm trying to,

Tell you all the right words.

Waiting on the right words.”

Asmo

Visions of Gideon - Sufjan Stevens

“I have loved you for the last time.

Is it a video? Is it a video?”

If I’m Lucky - State Champs

“Hello sunshine, what's your name today?

Well you look so graceful but I'm not faithful.

Do you really want to be with me?”

She’s A God - Neck Deep

“She's a god,

She's a freak like Madonna.

She's a god,

Carry me to nirvana.”

Mother Tongue - Bring Me The Horizon

“So don't say you love me; fala: "Amo".

Just let your heart speak up, and I'll know.

No amount of words could ever find a way to make sense of this.

So, I wanna hear your mother tongue.”

Satan

Falling In Love at a Coffee Shop - Landon Pigg

“I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop I love so much.

All of the while I never knew.”

Honeybee - Steam Powered Giraffee

“You didn't have to offer your hand,

cause since I've kissed it I am at your command;

But you did.”

I Love You, I Love You, It’s Disgusting - Broadside

“You rescued me when my mind was in a prison.

You set me free when no one else would listen.

Now I finally feel complete.”

Beel

Waiting in Vain - Covered by The Story So Far

“From the very first time I rest my eyes on you, girl

My heart says follow through.”

Can’t Stand It - Never Shout Never

“Baby, I love you, I never want to let you go.

The more I think about, the more I want to let you know,

That everything you do is super fucking cute,

and I can't stand that.”

IDK You Yet -Alexander 23

“Oh, tell me, are your eyes brown, blue, or green?

And do you like it with sugar and cream?

Or do you take it straight, oh, just like me?”

Belphie

Emily - From First to Last

“The winter coldens me for I have yet to sleep.

And never will I give up trying 'cause you're everything to me.”

When You Can’t asleep at Night - Of Mice & Men

“Miles away I can still feel you

lay your head down on my embrace.

Be not afraid to love me”

Quiet - Lights

“I could wait a thousand hours, stay the same in sun and showers,

pick apart a hundred flowers, just to be quiet.”

#obey me mammon #obey me #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me asmodeus #obey me leviathan #obey me playlist

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it-was-summer · 4 years ago

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Video Killed The Radio Star- Chapter 4 (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Happy new year! Please remember that most of these chapters are very sensitive to some readers and to be safe with this new year upon us! Another reminder that if you ever feel helpless, you are not alone and you are loved. Love you all- Em <3

Warnings: Sex talk, infidelity, blood, disturbing material, loss of a child, and suicide.

Plot: We take a small look into Heather’s past and the events leading up to her obsession. The team seems to be missing a piece of the puzzle. Adeline comes back to the station.

Word Count: 2.9K

Four years prior- January 10, 20XX

Heather had thinned out since she dropped out of college, to achieve so she had fallen victim to eating disorders. They were horrible, but they did tremendous work. She didn’t necessarily like herself per se, but she did like how she looked, even if sometimes she would look into the mirror and think “Is that me?”

Heather deleted the old version of herself and became more social. She had friends, she went to parties, she even went to bars. The bars were what bothered her the most, maybe it was the Catholic guilt building up, it could also be the fact that she was using a fake i.d. She always hated lying, it made her stomach twist into nervous knots. Tonight, she decided, would be fun. She wouldn’t throw up after eating, she wouldn’t feel guilty for having fun, instead, she would simply have a good time with her friends.

Yes, a good time is what she needed. It was around the start of the new year when Heather, privately, declared that she didn’t have to be so miserable. She deserved to do something fun, at least for tonight. In her attempt at happiness, she dressed in a casual black dress that hugged her body in a way that made her uncomfortable but made men comfortable.

Heather could play the social butterfly, but in reality, she was a wallflower. Her friends had yet to arrive so she stayed up against one of the walls of the bar, silently begging that they wouldn’t arrive too late. That’s when David approached her. David was beautiful, to say the least, with dark skin, a defined body, the most beautiful hazel eyes she had ever seen, and to top it all off he was a man in uniform. Even Heather, in all of her innocence, found him irresistible.

Like a shot, Heather and David got married. Heather kept her last name and thanks to their marriage, David got some time off, he could be there to help pick out their new house. It all felt so fast, Heather was happy, but sometimes she couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. Heather got a good two months with her husband before he off to England.

A year later when David came home, he was more distant, he didn’t want to be there. At first, Heather tried to keep him home with sex. They had sex almost everywhere, like animals. Then he started to go out, with some of their mutual friends. He would go out every night and stay out till six in the morning. Heather felt desperately lost, love slipping through her fingers, and she was hopelessly devoted to a man who was slowly falling out of love with her.

David would still have sex with her, but once he was done he would get up and leave. He always said he had somewhere to be, had work to do, but she knew that he was done with her. Well, done with her until she announced that she was pregnant. Then suddenly he was there again. He stayed in their bed at night and he cared about her.

Six months was coming around when Heather shot up in bed one night, her body in unbearable pain. The couple drove to the hospital as fast as they could, but by the time they got there it was too late, and that’s when the rest started to fall apart. David didn’t start to pull away till a couple of months later, six to be exact, and then he was on his way to Japan.

That’s when it all started, she would read anything romantic she could find. Her library consisted only of romance, sappy as it seemed. She was able to escape into a world where a man could simply love a woman, most adherently. What made her break was when David called a month before their fourth anniversary saying that when he came home he wanted a divorce and that he had met someone else.

That’s when she started seeing Y/N.

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Present-day- March 9, 20XX

You woke up with the taste of blood in your mouth, not needing a mirror to know that the cut on your lip had broken open more in your sleep. Your tongue slid out of your mouth, licking away the blood in one swift motion. For almost two days now, morphine and blood was your diet. The only thing filtering through your veins.

You didn’t mind at this point, you were close enough to the edge of the bed that you could grab the morphine drip, you turned the nobs to make your intake high enough to feel numb. The drug was currently letting you forget, letting you forget how many times Heather kissed you, letting you forget all the assault that had been inflicted on you in the past few days.

Your head was pounding as your eyes looked around the pink room, the light making you slightly nauseous. You frowned as a tiny thought came into your brain, would this ruin all romantic endeavors for you? Would you ever be able to feel comfortable with someone seeing you naked? Would it be alright if they saw the word ‘Slut’ on your chest? You were about to bite your lip, in a lame attempt to keep yourself from crying before you remembered the cut, and you were reduced to crying silent tears as you stared up at the ceiling, trying your best to let the feeling of numbness wash over you.

Heather was downstairs, in her forest green kitchen, washing the blood off the paring knife. Rational thoughts were finally coming to her as she began to think about the seriousness of her situation. She needed a safe out. If she ran away or killed you it would mean she would have to spend an even longer time in prison. A life spent behind bars, knowing that no one would be missing her. What a painfully sad existence she lived, she thought before she started to sob over the running sink.

She remembered what she said yesterday, about how she would kill herself and you if they ever found the two of you, but that outcome was becoming more of a reality to her now. Did she have to kill Catherine? All she wanted was for you to love her, for the two of you to love each other. She tried to follow the path of normal people, the path of falling in love with someone naturally instead of kidnapping them. She had already done the marriage thing and look where that got her, she was a childless, psychopathic, soon-to-be divorcee.

No, she couldn’t spend the rest of her miserable life in prison, it had to be the latter. Heather dropped the knife into the sink, walking away towards one of the kitchen drawers to pull out a handgun, her husband was in the military, of course, he taught her how to use a gun. She put the gun on the kitchen counter, walking out to the living room to turn on the news. After all, she didn’t have to end it all if they weren’t onto her yet.

***

The profile was on pause, and they had yet to share it. Hotch was staring at photos of Y/N, Adeline Smith, and Heather Alexander, all three went to the same college, lived in the same building, and on the same floor. They all knew each other, all three of them seemed to be friends. Garcia had managed to contact some other girls that lived on that same floor. They knew you and Adeline but didn’t have much to say about Heather.

Spencer took a tiny sip of his coffee, trying to ignore how bad it tasted, as he stared at the photos with Hotch. Y/N was an English major, Adeline was psychology, and Heather was a theater major before she dropped out. He found that strange being as she was a florist now.

Derek let out a sigh, feeling especially restless on this case. He kept saying that he wanted to find you as soon as possible, Garcia jokingly told him that you probably weren’t going to tell him he had nice arms in real life, but the real reason he wanted to find you was because of your last video. It stuck with him, it stuck with all of them, your desperate plea to be found. The one it was effecting the most was Spencer.

During their car rides together, Spencer had shared that he felt they were all being deceived. He said he felt like the person was right under their noses, and yet they were just focusing too much on one thing instead of the other. After that, he combed through the evidence once again, searching for something else. Something that he could have missed, which seemed impossible, but nothing was impossible.

“So, a woman in her mid-twenties that knew Y/N since college and works in the city. Oh, and she’s a beautiful brunette.” Prentiss said with a small cold laugh.

“Let’s not forget that she has a passion for romance novels, especially the classics,” Rossi added as he came to stand with the other members of his team.

A small knock at the door made all of them turn their heads towards the door, looking strangely familiar to a pack of animals. The sheriff stood in the frame of the door as she pointed behind her “There’s an Adeline Smith here, talking about Y/N L/N.” she said simply as Spencer and Emily slipped past her and headed towards Adeline.

“Agent Prentiss,” Adeline said softly with a nervous smile “I was thinking about earlier today when you were interrogating me and I thought about something strange.”

“Strange,” Spencer repeated “How so?”

Spencer and Emily were already leading her back to the conference room they were set up in, offering her a seat before she answered Spencer’s question “Well, I just remembered somethings that Heather did.”

“What kind of things?”

“Well,” she cleared her throat softly, eyes looking around at the team slowly surround her “, She always acted differently around Y/N, she would never say it out loud but she hated it when I was there, you could see it in her eyes.”

Derek set a cup of coffee down for Adeline, she grabbed it as soon as it hit the table, taking a sip to calm her nerves. “She wanted Y/N all to herself, I get that with like a best friend but I was closer to Y/N than she was, so it was just strange.” Hotch frowned as they all shared one single thought, just because Heather Alexander had an unhealthy attachment to Y/N L/N didn’t mean that she was their unsub. Adeline gently gasped and straightened in her chair “I just remembered something!”

“It was around Halloween and the three of us got invited to this party and Y/N, being Y/N, decided she wanted to go as Catherine Earnshaw from Wuthering Heights or something and I told her it was stupid and that no one would get it, but she was pretty determined. Then one night, Heather heard that and she was all excited to be Heathcliff, said that Y/N would be her Catherine Earnshaw, said that she made a perfect Catherine Earnshaw. That never really sat right with me, that’s when I started to think that Heather was a little in love with Y/N, but then she dropped out.”

It clicked then, that their Unsub was Heather Alexander. It made sense, the copies of Wuthering Heights and Jane Eyre, Heather thought of Y/N as her lover, Heather was Heathcliff, she was Mr. Rochester, she believed that Y/N’s purpose was to love her. Spencer was already walking out with Derek before Emily could thank Adeline for coming in. The rest of the team following quickly behind.

***

Heather had her back towards the television, leaning against the back of her living room couch staring out the window. Nothing was coming onto the news and nothing was happening out of the street. Heather could feel guilt eating away at her consciousness, she had snapped earlier when you refused to let her show you her love. You had yet to do that, you were so good, she loved her Catherine. She felt tiny tears rise to the surface, letting them fall as she moved away from the couch, grabbing the gun from the counter, and heading upstairs.

You were frozen on the bed, feeling like you were suffocating as Heather came back into the room. Sometimes she looked so normal, sometimes she looked like she was hurting, suffering from something. Your eyes were locked onto her as she shuffled awkwardly into the room, reminding you of how she used to act in college. Her eyes weren’t staying on you, they seemed to look around the room in a nervous haze. “Catherine,” she said in a tearful voice “I’m sorry.” she apologized, and as soon as she did her eyes locked onto yours.

You felt such pity for her in an instantaneous second, but that emotion was fleeting as you stared up at her. You could never forgive her for what she had done to you, as much as you would like to try to. You would love to be righteous, but you could only feel anger at the moment. She looked down at you, waiting for an answer, waiting for forgiveness. You silently decided that she would have to wait forever, she would have to wait until she held a gun to your head, only then would you forgive her, simply because you didn’t want to die.

You broke eye contact with her, looking around the room as she started to cry over the side of the bed, suddenly noticing that the door was slightly open. You peeled your eyes away from it quickly, afraid that if she followed your gaze she would notice and shut the door.

You were currently trying to move your arm, the morphine making it more difficult than it should have been. When you were finally able to lift your arm, you weakly grabbed Heather’s arm, your hand slipping slowly down her arm. Heather’s tears slowed as she watched your struggling attempt to touch her. She smiled when you did, taking it as a sign of forgiveness. Heather suddenly felt lighter, she slumped over the side of the bed with a heavy sigh. She was about to speak when pounding at the front door interrupted her train of thought.

Her head turned quickly to look over her shoulder, letting out a tiny curse as she ran over to shut the door, locking it from the outside, as the front door was broken down. Heather returned to the bed, grabbing the morphine drip, and yanked the wire out of your vein. You couldn’t feel it yet, but you were sure that soon you would.

Adrenaline was coursing through your veins as you realized what was happening. The police were here, the FBI was here, your videos had worked. You didn’t think that they would work, that they would be helpful, you couldn’t believe that the police had called the BAU here, just because you said you wanted them to work your case.

The adrenaline was working quickly, you sat up cautiously, swaying slightly. Heather was hyperventilating now, hand on her chest as she tried to calm down and think. She looked back at Catherine sitting up on the bed, eyes wide. Were you scared? Heather let out a shaky sigh, reaching behind her to pull out the gun she had been hiding under her shirt. Your eyes looked at the gun in her hand before shifting to look into her eyes quickly “Heather,” you started, scooting away from her on the bed. “Heather, you know you don’t have to do this. The police, if you kill me, the police will-”

“You don’t think I know what the police will do? I have to kill you and then I have to kill myself.” her hands were shaking as she held the gun towards you. There was pounding on the door. You felt tears fill your eyes, cheeks becoming red as you began to beg for your life.

“Please don’t do this, we can get out of this together. You don’t have to do this, Heather!” She flinched when you said her name, another pound at the door.

Her eyes were wide as she stole a look over at the door, it was rattling and the two of you could hear voices on the other side. She turned back to look at you, biting her lip as she cried, hands dropping. You didn’t say anything, shaking with anxiety as she lifted the gun up to her chin, smiling sweetly at you. “Be with me always - take any form - drive me mad! only do not leave me in this abyss, where I cannot find you! Oh, God! it is unutterable! I can not live without my life! I can not live without my soul!”

“Heather, please, listen to me! Please, you don’t have to do this!”

“Goodbye, Catherine.” she finished as she pulled the trigger, gun-shot ringing throughout the house. Your ears were ringing as you let out a blood-curdling scream, watching Heather’s head explode in front of you, then the door came down.

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thedevilliers · 3 years ago

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1 for everybody, including Theo, Tessa and Harry

WOWWW !!! everyone gets one <3

01. What does your character’s name mean? Did you pick it for the symbolism, or did you just like the way it sounded?

amelia — because of the way it sounded. when I named amelia, I didn't have a simblr yet! I was playing a royal family though and I was like, "well, what's a royal name?" and the only name I could think of was mia thermopolis, so i was like... AMELIA !!! harry — self-explanatory. I needed a royal name and he was always going to be a spare. so he gets a generic royal name. <3 oliver — I have already shared his og name was newt 😭 I wanted a nicer name but I genuinely can't remember where I could've gotten oliver from? but!!! whatever it was, his name was chosen <3 emilia — well I chose it because I liked the way it sounded, but canon reason was that oliver named her, unlike the RUMOR that amelia named her after herself. oliver really wanted their first child to be named something that came back to amelias name but it was HIS idea. he really loved amelia, so his logic was "let's name our daughter something I love" and that is amelia. there was also a queen emilie once!!! alexander and theodore — sdkljfds again, I liked the way they sounded. CANON reason is that ameliver decided for their twin boys to be past de villiers names; king alexander from centuries ago and theodore was just a family name. fun FACT: alex's middle name is edward, which amelia decided to give alexander as a way to show her grudge towards him was DEAD and theodores is nicholas, one of harry's middle names. 😎 theresa — a name that has meaning !!! oliver's mom passed away a year before tessa was born and as a way to pay tribute to her ameliver decided to give their last child her name. another fun fact !!! theresa's middle name is alexandra, blair's middle name : ) so tessa is named after both her grandmothers !!!!

#i did NOT make up the middle names just now theyve been in my plumtree since last year 😐#i was just smart back then #ask #askdv #anonymous

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troped-fanfic-challenge · 3 years ago

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JATP ROUND FOUR FICS

Long story short, we received eight (8!!) wonderful and creative Royal Soulmate AU fics for the Final Round of the JATP event! We loved to see you all challenge yourselves one last time with the themes, tropes, and pairings!

Please try to read as many fics as you can! Take some notes, leave some kudos/comments for the authors, and help us vote on the winners!

Voting will be open until June 13th at 11:59pm EST! Vote here:

https://www.surveymonkey.com/r/BZ3W5FT

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Look, Steal From the Rich. Do It. (Rated T) [Julie/Luke]

Summary: The Rebel Alliance needs Cassavel's support.

Cassavel needs a certain artifact returned to the royal family.

Luke mostly just needs someone to explain why his entire team has been pulled off duty in order to steal a statue.

(A Julie and the Phantoms Star Wars AU that kind of looks into the ramifications of soul marks in a turbulent society, but mostly just focuses on the gang infiltrating a fancy Core World party.)

take my heart (and take my hand) (Rated T) [Alex/Willie]

Summary: The stranger smiles. “I’m Willie,” he greets.

“Alex,” Alex nods back.

“Sir,” Willie says pointedly, and smirks up at him as he bows exaggeratedly.

“The word sir is coming out of your mouth directed at me, but I don’t feel like you just addressed me as a sir at all. And please, call me Alex.”

“My apologies,” Willie hums, straightening back up. And then, pointedly, he lowers himself back into the same bow and makes deliberate eye contact with Alex. “Sir.”

Alex blinks. “You’re not going to call me Alex, are you?”

“Absolutely not, Sir.”

the princess and the lord (Rated T) [Julie/Luke]

Summary: On her eighteenth birthday, Julie Molina’s grandmother arrives in San Francisco, explains that Rose forfeited her claim to the throne of Genovia by marrying Ray, and that Julie is actually Julia Nayelis Adriana Reyes Molina, Princess of Genovia. Five years later, Julie is ready to take over the throne, but an old law surfaces and a rival for the throne, and Julie must decide between love and duty. // a JATP x Princess Diaries 2 AU

Diamond in the Rough (Rated G) [Julie/Luke]

Summary: From down below, a loud shout rings. “Here you are!” Julie’s head whips to the street and there stand three palace guards, swords being drawn.

Julie jumps away from the window and adrenaline fills her veins. Apologetically she turns to the boy who mirrored her action. “They’re after me!” she cries at the same time as him. “They’re after you?”

His hands rise to cling at his hair and he grips tightly. “My parents must have sent them- they were never supposed to find me, I’m so sorry you got caught up in this-”

Julie spends his rambling crossing the room to the doorway they had just vacated not moments before. She doesn’t have time for emotion or sentimentality to stop her this time. She can’t let them catch her. Julie spins back around, reaching her hand out for him and cutting off his verbal thoughts. “Do you trust me?”

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The JATP Aladdin AU

Okay, So You're Interrupting the Political Guy Again, So Think About That (Rated T) [Julie/Luke]

Summary: Julie learns of the old king's death approximately five minutes before Covington pulls her to one side and tasks her with bringing the new king back to court.

Which is normal, and all perfectly good and reasonable, except for one tiny detail: the king (the new king, not the dead one) was three or four points of succession away from the throne.

In other words, he was never, ever supposed to be king.

Still, he's all that's left, so Julie guesses they might as well go ahead and work with what they've got.

This'll be totally fine.

(Julie and the Phantoms meets The Goblin Emperor meets a soulmate AU meets the author's stunning lack of what I assume is basic knowledge on how monarchies work.)

i had the time of my life, fighting dragons with you (Rated T) [Julie/Luke]

Summary: Lucius is born on a warm summer’s night. The midwife places the newborn against Emily’s chest and he looks up at her with wide eyes. He is a special baby, she knows.

Her suspicions are confirmed moments later, when the midwife gasps and points at Lucius’ back. There on her baby’s shoulder a constellation is forming. Emily instantly knows what it is. It’s a mark of the fated. They are destined for loves that burn brighter and larger than any other, loves that cross continents and defy time and space, destined to meet a soul that understands theirs as if they were two parts of a whole.

Her baby will do great things in his life.

or: luke gets hired by some noble to bring back the princess that was kidnapped by a dragon

born to be yours (Rated G) [Alex/Willie]

Summary: "Hello. It feels strange, resorting to notes like this, but I couldn’t think of any other way. I know you’re here, somewhere. At the ball. I’ve tried to find you for the past few nights. My parents always told me never to believe in looped days and soulmates, but I think this just proves that they were wrong.

My name is Willie. I don’t know how to find you, but sometimes I feel like I’m drawn to you. Like I can just sense you nearby. I don’t know if you’ll find this, but if you do, I’ll try to wait for you on the balcony.

Until we meet."

our best days are yet unknown (Rated T) [Alex/Reggie/Willie]

Summary: When Prince Alexander of Sacuria meets his fiance, Prince William of Coterra, he's astonished to discover that he recognizes his daemon. He recognizes it as one of the other shapes that his own daemon is able to take... as his soulmate. The only problem? Alex already has a soulmate: Reggie Peters, his childhood best friend. What should he do about finally meeting his second soulmate?

Panic and run away? Yeah, sure.

Little does he know he's about to have a bigger problem than that...

#troped: jatp #jatp fanfiction #round 4: final #round 4 submissions #round 4 voting #troped: voting

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veiledsilver · 3 years ago

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Top five moments you've felt like the universe was messing with you.

Oh boy everyone get ready this is a long list. In descending order, from mildly funny looking back on it to "oh god oh shit oh fuck":

5. Catfishing: College Edition

In 6th grade, I decided to apply to colleges early to see how they were like. I was scared that if they knew I was too young, they'd arrest me. So I created a gmail account as my persona, a white 12th grader named Emilie Alexander. Emilie was planning to go into nursing, dating a high school linebacker named Kyle Kenderson, and deathly allergic to bee stings. If she even came near a bee, she would die.

This part was of the utmost importance.

See, I was constantly paranoid that one day, the jig would be up- I might forget that my fake last name was Alexander. Or the college dean might come knocking at my door and tear up my home in his mad search for Emilie. If that happened I would fake her tragic death, presumably caused by one big fucking bee.

I secretly collected my information. What nearby states were the prettiest to visit. Which colleges were the safest and most affordable. How often they held courses that I liked. In my emails with colleges I tried to sound as mature and professional as possible.

Then, one day, a college member asked me what high school I was in, so they could check my records.

My blood froze.

It was time to bring out the bee.

In response to their question, I sent an email that was like this:

"Dear Mr. McLaughlin, I was a proud graduate of- ugh! Ah! Kyaaaa! Uwaa! W-w-what's this... huge goddamn bee doing here?! Eek, pardon my foul language! It's just that, as I told you earlier, being stung by a bee would kill me.... and now it's stung me thrice (three times)!!

What do I do?! I can't die... I've always wanted to attend your beautiful college...

But this is... the end...

Mr. McLaughlin...

*looks at you sadly*

Tell... my mother... I loved her...

*dies*"

He never responded, probably because he was rendered speechless, but I never touched that account again.

My private gmail for fun stuff like tumblr still has "Alexander" as a surname, though.

4. Wild and Authentic

Alright. Alright. So. My art teacher in middle school.

Right off the bat, they endeared themselves to the tumblr art kids- they proudly used they/them pronouns, dyed their hair vibrant colors, deeply encouraged OC creation, and was chill with any art style even if it was anime. Mx. Mason was very cool, except for one thing.

We had complete artistic freedom when it came to their assignments, EXCEPT FOR ONE THING.

Drumroll, please.

Take a deep breath if you must.

Ready?

...

Cats had to have extremely distinct whisker pores.

YES, they believed that modern depictions of cats were too streamlined. Too... idealized. As a cat owner themselves, they were convinced that society's vision of cats did not do their feral feline ancestors justice. In making their faces flawlessly smooth-furred, we were stripping the cat of its true nature.

I found this out the hard way, when I was drawing warrior cats fanart for class (it was of Firestar cuddled in the arms of an orange haired anime catgirl who was his reincarnation in my first ever comic series, Warriors Neko Desu! ♡ Heart Academy Dokidoki).

Mx. Mason came over to look at my magnum opus, and I expected them to have their socks knocked off at my artistic talent. They lifted up my drawing for all to see, and I smugly leaned back in my seat.

Only for them to launch into a passionate lecture about how, in neglecting to draw whisker pores on cats, I was DENYING THIS FICTIONAL CAT OF ITS WILD AUTHENTIC SELF.

My friends absolutely lost it when I told them this story, and there was a period of time when all our discord nicknames were wild and authentic too.

As for Firestar and his counterpart Hoshineko Orenji-chan, I never did give them wild authentic whisker holes, but that's to be expected of a kittypet, I guess.

3. Stan Jungkook Or Whatever

A couple years ago, my family and I flew to Seoul, South Korea, to visit our relatives and teach me more about my heritage. It was very nice! I got to visit shrines and festivals and palaces, and I was in awe that this was what my ancestors had once seen in their daily lives.

Then, when we went to the modern side of Korea, I realized just how much I didn't fit in.

It was clear that I didn't know how to act, or how to speak Korean, and I spent my days fumbling around and getting scammed multiple times by salesmen. But I clowned myself the most... during an interactive event with kpop stars.

They had this experimental event where holograms of the boys would sing onstage and dance in place of the actual idols. Before the show began, girls could stand in booths that scanned their appearances, and holograms of THEM could dance onstage with the hologram boys.

I didn't know this.

When Cousin Ae-cha told me to step inside one of the machines, I thought I'd be hilarious and stand backwards, so it would scan the back of me instead of my front. As I walked out, I saw other girls putting on their best makeup, cutest clothes, and most expensive accessories, and I slowly realized that I was in danger.

But the danger didn't come until halfway through the concert, where the boys looked eagerly off-stage and a holy staircase appeared and all the hologram girls descended from heaven. There were cherry blossoms. There were roses. There was me, among the crowd of beautiful airbrushed girls, walking backwards.

I felt the judgemental gazes of twenty girls and their mothers.

Each boy danced with a girl, who got a cute animated moment with special effects, and sang about how they found a dream girl to have a true love romance with. Finally, all the girls vanished except one, and it was me.

One of the boys didn't dance with any girls, and now he was all alone in the rain, feeling dejected that HE did not find his true love girl to have a dream romance with. Then the rain stopped, the sun came out, and I emerged. Still backwards.

He was thrilled and sang about how my face (that he didn't see) stole his heart, and now everyone in the audience was giggling, and he slowly brought me very close to kiss me... but because I was backwards, his nose was cutely nuzzling my hair.

The audience members- at least the adults- were now laughing their asses off. His lips met the back of my head, and together we vanished into the wind.

I'd say I couldn't show my face there ever again, but I never did show my face, so... hm...

2. Horrid Little Temptress

If I wasn't a minor, I'd need a drink before starting this story. Sadly, I cannot drown my sorrows- and neither should you after you hear this, because it's only fair.

Mrs. Appleby was my Spanish teacher in like, 9th grade. Even the wild and authentic art teacher thought she was insane. Appleby forced kids to brew tea for her and yelled at them when they didn't get it right, and I thought she had a chronic squint until I realised she just did that to mock me and my Asian eye-folds. She forced us to watch Dora the Explorer to "absorb knowledge." Everyone fucking hated Mrs. Appleby.

But the worst thing she ever did... was during the school festival.

See, whenever she's angry, she zooms right into kids' faces to scream at them. Her wrinkled flesh would blot out the goddamn sun and all you see are her bloodshot yellow eyeballs so victims just stayed rooted to the spot like cornered animals or something similar. This is important.

Because when she was sampling her own brownies (read: hoarding them so no one else could eat them), one parent foolishly decided to grab one and she thought it was a student and she grabbed his wrist so hard she could've nearly snapped it and... and... zoomed into his face.

Except she underestimated his height and kissed him by accident, but it was more like her mouth was sucking in his face like a vacuum.

His wife was shrieking like an ape. His kid, my classmate, saw his social life flash before his eyes.

In her defense, she did not mouth to mouth with him on purpose and afterwards she cried in the bathroom and when I foolishly followed her in to comfort her, because I am a teacher's pet through and through, she snatched the paper towels I got for her and wailed that she was a-

A-

HORRID LITTLE TEMPTRESS.

If I had decided to not be kind, I never would've heard that string of fucking words. But I did. And I paid for it dearly. The end.

1. Violence IS The Answer, Sometimes

Thomas, my dearly detested.

Back in sixth grade, I used to have a crush on him because he had the surfer boy look with nicely tanned skin and pale blond hair and the clearest aquamarine eyes I've ever seen. He also liked surfing and swimming. He seemed like the perfect little trophy waifu except for one absolute dealbreaker.

He and his parents were extremely conservative and so, when I told him I liked him, his response was basically "haha no you're a [slur] and would probably eat my dog."

I was horrified and ran away to cry. But then, by the next day, I decided I needed to punish him. Thomas walked in before class started and I was waiting for him with these hands. I kicked him so he doubled over, slammed his face into his chair's seat, and quickly clambered on top of him to SIT ON THE BACK OF HIS HEAD. He started shaking and twitching and trying to pry me off, but eventually he went limp and stopped moving.

I thought he fell asleep, but Mohammed, another classmate who was bullied by Thomas, told me that Thomas might never wake up again (not that he was very sad about this. I didn't know until later, but Thomas said slurs at him too).

While I was sitting on the guy, he'd straight up passed out from the lack of oxygen.

Screaming and crying, I told our homeroom teacher that Thomas suddenly fainted, and she was the type of Caucasian that thought all little Asian kids were sweet and innocent, so it didn't even cross her mind that? It might've been me? Who sat on his head when she walked in?

He was sent home early that day. I had to go to a different school next year because Thomas's mom threatened legal action. The only reason I didn't get punished further was because my rich cousins out-Karen'd her and donated a huge amount of money to the school to keep them quiet.

Anyway, I never did anything that insane ever again, because something like that is enough for a lifetime. My cousins made it clear they would never back me up again. I was sure this whole event would be put behind me, too.

But last fall, during my first day of online learning... who did I see in my zoom meeting... BUT THOMAS! I had my mic and camera off, but the moment he saw my name, his face went pale. His soul would've left his body, but then it would've gone to hell, so it wisely decided to stay inside.

Still, out of shame and embarrassment, I never turned my camera on for the rest of the school year.

#asks #there you have it #i feel like I'm confessing my sins to the pope

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aries-rising-on-an-aquarius-tide · 3 years ago

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Evocations: XV

The knowledge that Alex is still alive makes the funeral service harder to sit through rather than easier. Olivia is angry. At the outpouring of grief that would eventually be revealed a waste, at Agent Hammond for not letting them in on the DEA's plan sooner, at Alex for not saying something more the previous night.

But she knows, even as she tells herself these things, that they are a part of her mourning. It's unfair to pretend that if given the choice, that Liv would have given up her life and went with Alex. It was an impossible choice, even in the face of their three year relationship.

So, she holds Darcie's hand, and lets Alexander put his arm around her shoulders until the long, sad business of it is over. Afterward, Olivia accompanies them to the airport, where they would fly home with what they thought were their daughter's ashes. There would be no empty plot in the ground, no unnecessary headstone, as the high-profile case had pushed them to decide against it.

The city feels especially cold for October, and especially empty when Liv lets herself into the apartment one last time. The sale has already been advertised, and what she wanted from the place was already at her old apartment, which she will live in again.

Stealing inside the cool leather pocket of her jacket, Liv's fingers close over the ring box that she had dug out of her underwear drawer. She wants to believe that Alex's absence will be brief; that before she expects, the blonde will walk back into the squad room, smiling. Ready to work, she'd say.

Olivia is desperate to believe in a moment in the future when Alex is on the other side of the open ring box, offering everything they had always wanted. Her want of that runs so deep, that she refuses to open the box again, only lets herself caress it soothingly.

At her feet Sky whines softly, not understanding the emptiness of the apartment, nor why she hasn't seen Alex in so long. Liv picks her up to ruffle behind her ears, and suddenly, an idea occurs to her. The hand not holding the dog pulls out her cell phone and dials DEA Agent Hammond.

"Jack - it's Detective Benson. I need a favor."

Wisconsin in October was a drier chill compared to Manhattan, the air sharper. Alexandra could have retired to the Balkans if she had a dollar for every tree and cow she had seen by the time the program was ready to settle her into the assigned house.

She had been linked with a program officer, a woman who would play the role of her sister, to help her adjust to life in Wittenberg. Alex's head was chock full to bursting with the information the trip to the state had entailed. New names, new social security, new job, and now, as she wearily climbed the steps to enter, a new home.

At the top of the stairs she paused, the wound in her shoulder throbbing angrily. She felt heavy, all the spaces that Olivia had filled echoed in their emptiness. Once she opened the door, Alexandra would become Emily, and Olivia would exist only inside of her. It was an unavoidable task that nonetheless seemed impossible.

Blinking back tears, the statuesque blonde squared her shoulders and slipped the key in the lock, opening the door.

She hardly had time to lock the door behind her when she heard the sound of clicking against hardwood floor. Every hair on her body raised in fear as her lungs stopped on a dime. But instead of Death rounding the corner, the familiar tiny face of her dog came racing at her.

Sky High jumped just in time to be scooped up into Alex's embrace, and she let the excited creature lick her face until there wasn't a dry spot of skin left. "Sky!" she whispered, utterly bewildered and overjoyed at the dog's presence as she kept burrowing her nose into Sky's fur.

Inhaling deeply, Alex could smell Liv, and their apartment in New York. She smiled, her muscles finally unlocking. It appeared that a part of Olivia would be inside the house, after all.

Olivia has already discovered half a dozen things to dislike about the apartment that originally suited her just fine, before she even settles down to try and sleep. What used to be familiar and comforting about the little bachelor pad has been completely forgotten in her time away; Liv startles at every click, hum, and creak.

She tries to imagine Alex's face, seeing Sky High there to join her. It fills her heart with a sweet ache, but her eyes prick with tears all the same. Her bed - narrow, her life - lonely. How easy it had been, to forget all the years she struggled along by herself, once Alexandra had provided the family she craved so much.

Conjuring up the blonde's image once again, she turned her mind to the ring box, slipped securely back into her dresser drawer. She imagines her arms wrapped around Alex's willowy middle and eventually tricks herself into falling asleep.

Meanwhile, in Wittenberg, Alex - or, rather, Emily - was also restless. The house seems ridiculously oversized for just herself and the dog; the age of the building bringing with it the usual ticks and idiosyncrasies that adorn old houses.

Even with all the windows shut up tight, she can hear crickets chirping madly under the stars like crazed philosophers. When they had gotten into the unfamiliar bed, Sky had curled up next to Alex's head on the pillow, and Alex hadn't the heart to tell her to move. All evening, any random noise sent the Havenese scampering to the front door, looking expectantly for Olivia to join them on this new adventure.

Alex trails her fingers slowly through the sad, loyal dog's fur as she wishes for more blankets, and for the dark-eyed woman who normally eliminated any need for further warmth. The woman who is her assigned sister will be there in the morning, to show her around town and shop with her for any necessities. There will be no avoiding Wisconsin anymore in the morning, as she starts trying to remember to respond to her new name.

Suddenly, she is struck with the thought of the engagement ring, for the first time since the news that she will become the living dead. Alexandra sits up in the bed, startling the dog, as she clutches the blankets to her breasts and tries to remember the last time she had seen it.

It takes her a minute or two, to put together the memory of pocketing it the night Tim Donovan had died. When she'd awoken in the hospital, it was to a roomful of DEA agents and witness protection facilitators. They had taken all her personal effects, to be passed along as part of the death staging. Alex couldn't remember now, if the jacket had been with her things or not. Maybe an EMT had returned or scrapped it, even.

But, she thought, what if Olivia had it?

What if it had been returned to Liv, by a doctor or nurse, by Elliot . . . or her parents? Then everything struck her at once. The trip had put 960 miles between her and New York, and not once had it occured to her, the thought of Liv having to call her parents to New York, of the three of them having to plan a funeral together.

The gaping abyss of the unknown yawned open and Alex trembled on the bed as it closed over her head: her parents thinking she was dead, her career swiped from under her like so much debris, the loss of friends and of Olivia.

Olivia. The woman she had waited her entire life for; the love she had dreamed of as a little girl when she first read Rita Mae Brown's Rubyfruit Jungle:

"And for a future I didn't want a split-level home with a station wagon, pastel refrigerator, and a houseful of blonde children evenly spaced through the years. I didn't want to walk into the pages of McCall's magazine and become the model housewife. I didn't even want a husband or any man for that matter. I wanted to go my own way. That's all I think I ever wanted, to go my own way and maybe find some love here and there. Love, but not the now and forever kind with chains around your vagina and a short circuit in your brain. I'd rather be alone."

Alex wanted all of Liv at once, as tears streaked down her cheeks - the warmth of her holding her, the feel of their mouths together, the tang and sweat of Liv's desire on her tongue, her laughter, strength, anger, her forgiveness. Her body wracked with heaving, soundless sobs as the comprehension of her losses settled into her like a thief in the night.

Sky High whimpered once, then nuzzled her way into Alexandra's lap, where she curled up without a sound and let her momma grieve.

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erin-bo-berin · 5 years ago

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Cabin Fever

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Here’s a surprise daddy Spencer fic. I couldn’t wait to post this one because I’m so in love with daddy Spencer (shocker I know). This was an anonymous requested fic about the reader and their baby surprising Spencer at work. Enjoy ALL the feels.

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rated: G (tons of daddy Spencer fluff)

Word Count: 3,713

Cries echoed from the bedroom and you jogged up the steps from your quick trip downstairs. Your brows furrowed and mouth turned down in a frown as the cries got louder.

“I’m coming, baby, don’t worry,” you soothed.

You entered the nursery, picking up your baby boy out of his crib. Apparently nap time was over.

“Hi there handsome,” you smiled, cradling him in your arms, “Did you sleep well?”

Motherhood was different than anything else you had experienced before. It was tough, challenging and sleep hardly existed, but you felt such an enormous love for your son that it was worth it all.

Named after his daddy, Spencer Alexander Reid—Alex for short—was the light of you and your boyfriend Spencer’s life.

It had only been roughly a month since you’d given birth. You’d only been out of the house once with Alex since and that’d been his first doctor’s appointment. You were going a little crazy cooped up in the house while Spencer was at work.

You laid him gently on his changing table, unbuttoning his onesie in preparation to change his diaper.

“How about we not pee on mommy this time, hmm?”

He cooed, waving his arms in the air. You pulled out a new diaper, grabbing an extra to place over his lower half to prevent anymore peeing incidents.

“Would you like to go visit daddy today at work? He’ll be so surprised to see you.”

You gently wiped him clean, picking up his legs with one hand to slide the diaper under his bottom.

“All your aunties and uncles at the BAU will be so happy to see you again too,” you smiled, pulling the tabs of the diaper closed.

“They won’t believe how big you’ve gotten since the last time they saw you.”

He made a few little grunts, kicking his legs.

Spencer’s work family had come to visit you and Alex in the hospital. You were so touched by all the love and excitement they had for the new little “BAU baby”.

You leaned over him, kissing his face repeatedly making him wriggle more. You chuckled, picking him up once again.

“How about a little swing time while mommy gets ready?”

You strapped him in his rocking swing and pulled the contraption close to you to keep an eye on him while you got ready.

It took over an hour just to pack his bag with everything you might need.

Between picking him up to comfort him and trying to figure out all what to bring, the hand on the clock went by faster than you’d realized.

It was after one in the afternoon when you’d finally got out the door.

•

“I knew I sensed baby cuteness from down the hall!”

Penelope Garcia, the BAU’s technical analyst was the first to find you sitting in the briefing room, Alex in his carrier on the table.

“We thought we’d surprise Spence at work. I didn’t see any of the team in the bullpen, so I just thought I’d wait in here.”

“Yeah, they’re on the way back from that local Virginia case we’ve been working on,” she said.

“You finally caught the guy?”

“Oh yeah, a real bad one, but aren’t they all? Enough of the bad stuff though because I have got to hold that little bundle of joy.”

You smiled, unfastening the buckles of his carrier, picking him up and handing him to Garcia.

“Hello, little guy. When did you get so big?”

She cuddled him close, baby talking to him.

“Y/N?”

You looked up and saw Spencer and the rest of the team walking in the room.

“What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be resting! Are you still bleeding as badly as you were this morning? Did you see the postpartum pads I left for you?”

“Spencer,” you flushed, eyeing the rest of his team, embarrassed.

“Don’t even worry, Y/N. Been there, done that.”

The comment came from JJ as she breezed in, waving a hand in the air like it wasn’t a big deal before coming over and hugging you tight.

“Twice as a matter of fact,” she continued, “It does eventually go away, by the way.”

“Does it? Cause I feel like it never will,” you groaned.

“Y/N,” Spencer’s tone was stern, but concerned.

“Okay, okay. I was going stir crazy, so I thought we'd surprise daddy at work.”

He smiled, coming over to you and wrapping his arms around you, kissing your head.

“As long as you’re feeling okay, though,” he said.

“I am, don’t worry.”

Alex gurgled in Penelope’s arms while the team surrounded her, loving on him.

“Hate to break it to you Reid, but the kid looks nothing like you,” Rossi said.

“Thankfully.”

“Hey,” you hit Spencer’s stomach playfully, “He would’ve been just as cute if he looked like you.”

“He’s the spitting image of you Y/N, I swear,” Tara shook her head.

“How are you sleeping?” Matt asked.

Matt had five kids; he’d been through this quite a few times before.

“Well he’s at least letting us sleep a few hours a night,” you said.

Alex started fussing in Garcia’s arms.

“I think someone wants daddy,” she said, handing him over to Spencer.

“Hi little man, daddy’s missed you,” he kissed Alex’s head, cradling him in his arms.

As if magic, Alex immediately settled, his fussing quieted.

“So Y/N, when are you gonna let me babysit so you two can get started on number 2?” Garcia smirked, wiggling her eyebrows at the two of you.

“As soon as you and Luke have your first one,” you teased.

“Whoa, whoa, hey now,” Luke said putting his hands up, “Garcia and I are more than happy with just Roxy right now, aren’t we bella?”

“Yes,” Garcia nodded, “Doesn’t mean I can't make more room in my heart for another little baby Reid.”

“Penelope, she’s only five weeks postpartum,” Emily broke in, finally walking into the room welcoming you with a hug as well.

“I’m sure she’s not even been cleared to have sex again,” JJ added.

“Guys, we can stay out of my vagina’s business?” you chuckled.

“Technically, it’s your uter-”

“Spencer!” you cut him off.

“I love you guys, but this conversation got weird real fast,” you laughed.

You looked over to see Spencer walking the length of the room with Alex, talking quietly to him.

Most of the team had gone back to the bullpen to work and Emily gave Spencer a few files that he needed to look through later before leaving. Only JJ and Penelope remained in the room.

“Have you been good for mommy today?” Spencer asked rubbing his belly, “She’s having a bit of a hard time after having you. You were quite the big baby, little man. You weighed nine pounds. I’m still amazed that she managed to push you out.”

You chuckled, overhearing a bit of his one sided conversation.

“I can’t get over how great he is at being a dad,” JJ said, watching him, “I mean I knew he always would be, but just seeing it is kinda—”

“Mind blowing?” you filled in, nodding your head in agreement, “I know. Some days it still doesn’t seem real that we actually have a kid.”

“I’m pretty sure if you let him, he’d try babywearing while doing a geo map or something,” Penelope said.

“I don’t doubt it,” you chuckled, “He’s so attached to Alex. It’s almost a good thing he didn’t turn out to be a girl.”

“Why’s that?” JJ questioned.

“Cause she’d have Spencer wrapped around her finger.”

“That’s why I say, baby number 2,” Penelope grinned.

“Maybe when he’s a little older,” you smiled, turning back to watch your two boys.

Spencer was talking animatedly to Alex, making silly faces down at him. Alex was smiling up at him and cooing in response.

“How’s breastfeeding going?” JJ asked.

“Ugh,” you groaned, “So. Much. Pain.”

“Lanolin is a blessing,” she answered.

“Ain’t that the truth,” you nodded, “I pump a lot though because Spence likes to feed him as well. It gets Alex used to a bottle plus it lets Spence bond with him. Two birds, one stone.”

“I did that a lot with Henry and Michael. Will loved to feed them.”

“Luke always leaves feeding Roxy to me,” Garcia grumbled, “Heaven help me if we ever actually have kids.”

As if on cue, Alex started crying.

“Speaking of feeding,” you said, “Sounds like someone is hungry.”

“How the heck do you know that’s his hungry cry?” Spencer asked, bewildered.

You gave him a look.

“Spencer, a mother knows. Besides I’ve learned his cries.”

“Did you bring a bottle?” he asked.

“Does Garfield love lasagna?” you retorted, sarcastically, reaching into the diaper bag to get a bottle.

“Touché,” he laughed.

Alex cried harder, his fists shaking in the air.

“I know buddy, we’re getting a bottle,” Spencer said patting his bottom, swaying him a bit.

He took the uncapped bottle from you and put the nipple to Alex’s lips. His mouth closed around it and he started eating, his cries vanished.

“That’s good stuff isn’t it Alex?” Spencer cooed to him, watching him eat.

JJ and Garcia had slipped out moments before, needing to get back to work. They promised they’d come say bye before you left, though.

Alex kicked his feet while he ate, his eyes roaming the things that were in his sight: Spencer’s face and the ceiling lights.

You sat at the table watching the two of them, a smile on your face. It was moments like this that you wanted to hold on to forever.

“What?” he asked when he noticed you staring.

“Nothing, just enjoying watching my boys.”

Spencer smiled, holding Alex’s small foot in his palm. He tickled it gently causing Alex to yank it away.

“Sorry, bud. Eating is important work.”

You yawned, resting your head in your hand.

“How much sleep did you get last night?”

Spencer was good at helping get up with Alex at night, but most of the time you let him sleep since you knew he had work early in the morning.

“I don’t know, three? Four hours?”

You stifled another yawn.

“He was up around 11 pm at first. I fed him and changed him. Then again at 1 am and didn’t go back to sleep again until almost 3. At 5, he needed a third diaper change of the night, got a second wind and then was out by 6:30. By then you were up.”

“Babe, you need to sleep or else your body will take longer to heal.”

“I know, but it’s hard to sleep when he sleeps. I’m too busy trying to get other things done that I don’t have time to accomplish when he’s awake.”

“What if you take a nap in here and I take him for the afternoon?” he suggested.

“Spence, you’re at work, you can’t.”

“Yes I can. Garcia doesn’t have a new case for us yet and it’s just a lot of paperwork that needs to be done.”

“I don’t know,” you hesitated, “He can be a handful when he’s fighting sleep.”

“Y/N, I got this, okay? You need sleep to function and he needs his mommy to get some sleep. Don’t you, Alex?”

He fussed in response, the nipple having slipped out of his mouth.

“My bad, my bad,” Spencer chuckled, putting it back into his mouth.

“Okay,” you relented, “A nap does sound great.”

“Then it’s settled.”

He bent down to grab Alex’s diaper bag.

“There’s extra diapers and wipes in there, two more bottles that you should probably put in the fridge, a couple of pacifiers, a blanket if he’s cold, his baby wrap, a change of clothes, a—��

“Y/N,” Spencer interrupted you, “Don’t worry, okay? If there’s any problem, I’ll get you. Besides JJ is always around to help with any baby qualms I might have.”

You nodded, moving to sit on the couch in the room.

“Sleep well,” he said, leaning down to kiss you.

You thanked him, your eyelids already beginning to flutter closed.

You were sound asleep before he even left the room.

•

“Did I miss it being bring your kid to work day?” JJ chuckled, walking up to Spencer’s desk.

Spencer sat at his desk, one arm holding his son, his chin balancing the bottle that Alex was still eating from as he filled out the paperwork that needed to be completed.

“I made Y/N take a nap in the briefing room and told her I’d take Alex for the afternoon. Besides, I secretly think Emily just wants him around so she can hog him later,” Spencer chuckled.

“Well you’re taking multitasking to a new level, that’s for sure.”

“Oh just wait until I start babywearing. It’s a shame I can’t just bring him along with me on cases. I’d have no problem wearing him while doing a geo profile.”

“Funny, Penelope said something on the lines of that.”

“I just feel like I can’t get enough time with him,” he frowned, looking down at him, “I mean he’s already five weeks and I feel like he’s already changed so much.”

He was close to finishing his bottle and he’d have to burp him in a minute.

“They grow up fast, Spence. I wish I could tell you that it gets easier balancing this job and a family, but it isn’t always that simple. What I can tell you is that cherishing the little moments like this are important. You’ll have a million of them, but each and every one is special. No matter where you work, what job you do, you’ll always feel like you’re missing out on something whether you actually are or not. You just learn to enjoy every single moment you get with them,” JJ smiled.

JJ’s boys were no longer babies—now 11 and 4—but she cherished them and her family very much. FBI work did make time for family difficult, but Spencer had always seen her make it work. He knew that if it was possible for her, he could make it work. He loved his little boy so much already and missed him dearly while at work, that’s why a rare afternoon like this was so special to him.

“Thanks, JJ.”

He pulled the empty bottle away from Alex’s mouth, picking him up to burp him.

“If you need me, I’ll just be juggling diapers and paperwork over here,” he grinned.

She snickered, patting him on the shoulder as she walked off, heading to Emily’s office.

“So, what do you think about daddy’s work?”

He tapped his back gently, rubbing circles on Alex’s back. He kept talking as he burped him.

“Pretty impressive, huh? Do you like my desk with all of daddy’s books and pictures of you and mommy?”

Alex fussed, his stomach most likely bothering him. Spencer tapped his back a little harder.

“Come on big man, you’ll feel a lot better if you burp.”

He wriggled against Spencer’s shoulder, fussing more.

“I’m impressed it’s your first day on the job and you’re only five weeks. I didn’t get into the FBI until I was 22.”

It was then that Alex finally burped, big and loud, causing a few smiles and laughs from neighboring agents.

“There we go. You oughta feel better after that.”

Spencer felt a wet spot on his shoulder and groaned, realizing too late he forgot to grab a burp cloth. He sat Alex in his carrier while he tried to wipe the spit up off his shirt.

“You’re lucky you’re cute Alex because I don’t think your spit up compliments the color of this shirt.”

He kicked his legs, shrieking.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re proud.”

But his shrieking didn’t stop there, it soon became fussing which quickly turned into crying. His face scrunched up and his legs thrashed.

“I guess you don’t want to be in your carrier now,” Spencer mused, picking him up.

“Is it nap time for you?”

He glanced at his watch, noticing it was close to 2:30. Y/N usually put him down for an afternoon nap around this time.

“Now I see what mommy was talking about.”

Spencer kissed Alex’s cheek, laying Alex against his chest. One hand rested against his head, supporting his neck while the other laid gently on his back. He looked through the glass window of the briefing room and saw Y/N sound asleep on the couch. He smiled to himself, his heart warming at the sight.

He had so much love for her. From carrying Alex for nine months to working harder than she ever had at something, just to bring him into this world. Now, she sacrificed her own needs to take care of their son. He was glad he’d made her rest; she deserved it more than anything.

Plus, if he was honest, he was thoroughly enjoying his time with Alex.

He rocked back and forth in his desk chair, trying to soothe the stubborn whimpers that still came from Alex.

“Do you want daddy to tell you a story?”

Spencer looked down and saw Alex squirming a bit, trying to get comfortable. He reached for the pacifier on his desk, placing it gently into Alex’s mouth. He immediately started sucking on it, the pacifier moving just the slightest.

“Well once upon a time, daddy delivered a baby. Just like you! It wasn’t you though, unfortunately. Mommy preferred an actual doctor to me, but I did get to cut your umbilical cord. But, I had memorized the manual on childbirth back when your auntie JJ was pregnant with Henry, just in case she went into labor in the field. Anyway, I’m getting distracted.”

His fingers stroked Alex’s tiny clenched hands and smiled when his hand grasped his finger.

“There was this big, bad guy who had hurt a lot of people to prove that he could be a good father. Yeah, it was kind of messed up. But his wife was going to have a baby. In fact, she was in labor when I got there with my old partner Morgan. Her contractions were pretty intense and there was no way she was going to make it to the hospital in time. So while Morgan arrested the bad guy, I helped the lady deliver her baby. Just like you, it was a little boy. Up until then I never thought I’d seen a more beautiful human. But that was before I’d met your mommy and you.”

Alex sighed, his movements becoming more sporadic and his breathing more even. Spencer peeked down and saw his eyelids growing heavy.

“In the end, the mother named her little boy after me. He’s a Spencer like the both of us. Pretty cool, right?”

There was no further sounds from Alex for he was fast asleep, content against his daddy’s chest.

•

When you woke, the sky was already darkening outside.

“Holy crap, how long did I sleep?!”

You looked around for your phone. In the midst of your searching, you didn’t hear anyone walk in.

“It’s around 6 pm.”

You looked up to see Emily walking in, smiling.

“Have a nice nap?”

“Sounds more like I went into a coma,” you laughed, “I’m so sorry about this.”

“Don’t worry,” she waved a hand, “Spence has been parading Alex all over the bullpen all afternoon. He even gave him a tour of the BAU. I think Alex was a little less than impressed though.”

You giggled at the image. You didn’t put it past Spencer for doing that.

“I hope he wasn’t a distraction or any trouble,” you worried.

“Definitely not. I got some obligatory baby snuggles in though.”

“They are the best, aren’t they?” you agreed.

You looked through the window into the bullpen, seeing no sign of Spencer and Alex.

“Would you happen to know where they went?”

“I think they’re in Rossi’s office playing with Alex. Rossi’s teaching him how to play peekaboo.”

“Spencer or Alex?” you joked, causing her to laugh.

You grabbed your phone and purse, saying your goodbyes to her and walked down to Rossi’s office.

“I feel like a grandpa all over again,” you heard Rossi say as you approached, “But I’ve never had a grandchild this young.”

“Well you’re gonna be like his grandpa anyway, whether you like it or not,” Spencer chuckled.

You walked in to the two of them making funny faces at Alex, Alex deadpanning back at them.

“It’s like he’s wondering what the heck is wrong with the two of you,” you laughed.

“Hey, there’s mommy,” Rossi said, turning Alex’s carrier in your direction so he could see you.

Immediately Alex began kicking his legs.

“Hey babe, how’d you sleep? Do you feel better?”

Spencer pulled you close, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“Much better. Thank you for letting me crash on the couch.”

“No problem. Alex and I had quite the afternoon,” Spencer smiled, rocking the carrier gently.

“I never thought I’d see Spencer working a case while wearing a baby,” Rossi said.

“Oh no, you guys got a case? Why didn’t you wake me?”

You felt bad, afraid that you and Alex had gotten in the way.

“Emily wouldn’t let him,” Rossi supplied, “Besides Alex was a complete angel. He was sleeping like it was his job.”

“Thank you guys so much for helping out today.”

You gave Rossi a hug then grabbed the diaper bag, reaching to pick up Alex’s carrier.

“I got him.”

Spencer picked up the baby carrier, following you out of Rossi’s office and down the stairs into the bullpen.

“Well today didn’t turn out like I expected it would,” you noted.

“It was definitely interesting,” Spencer agreed.

“Well I guess I found the best way to cure cabin fever.”

“Yeah?” Spencer turned to you as you walked out of the unit, “What’s that?”

“Joining the BAU for the day.”

Spencer chuckled and looked down at Alex.

“Come on buddy, let’s go home. I think you’ve had quite the long day.”

You smiled as the elevator doors closed behind you. You were already looking forward to spending the evening with your two favorite boys in the world.

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Savannah Cat

Romeo

On Hygria

From Brian Lieu

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In The Treehouse

At Abi Odam's

Homesteading In

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Homesteaded In The Guestroom

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With Darin David Joye

Homesteading to Aguanga

From There

Darin David Joye

Rockstarred And

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Groomed As A Kid

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1970 Dog

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In Covid

Lexus Rental Stolen

By Daniel Crabtree

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About Me

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Romeo

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Tima Ivanova

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Dr. Adam Cash

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Airbnb

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none-of-your-biscuits · 3 years ago

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I return!

Stardew Last names cause I can

Starting with the sisters cause I love them: I don't know why but I really like the last name Maxwell for them, Emily and Haley Maxwell is just instant serotonin for some reason

Abigail, Pierre and Caroline: Hill, tho Caroline's maiden name is Miller

Jodi, Sam, Kent and Vincent: Asher! I have no idea why!

Robin, Sebastian, Maru and Demetrius: Tanner! Which is a reference I hope none of you understand! Robin's maiden name is Carver cause I think I'm funny but Sebastian would have his fathers name last name like Smith

Shane, Jas and Marnie: apparently going by households now, Marnie's last name is Jones! Dunno why but it is now. Shane and Jas' are Flynn! Also don't know why!

Dr Harvey: Hudson, cause I watch Cars too much

Elliot: Reed!

Leah: Evans, cause I just like how it sounds

Pam and Penny: Penny's last name is King! Pam's is Johnson

Alex, Evelyn and George: funnily enough George and Evelyn already have a last name! Mullner. Tho I believe someone said they're Alex's maternal grand parents and therefore wouldn't share a name with them so I'm going with Cooper!

Lewis: Alexander

Clint: Carter

Gus: Jackson! Just sounds nice to me

Linus: Peterson! Not that anyone would ever know that!

Wizard: his name as stated in the game is M. Rasmodius

Willy: Sampson! I just like it

Krobus: krobus doesn't need a last name but in game his name means Bridge-Crosser in his language!

Dwarf: I don't even know the dwarfs first name

Marlon: Floyd! Dunno why

Morris: His name is Morris Morris

And that's all the ones I feel like doing

#bitchass farm #stardew valley #ill maybe tag rhe characters proper when jts not 230 in the morning

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scotianostra · 4 years ago

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November 18th 1870 saw what has become known as the Surgeons' Hall Riot.

This is a follow on from last weeks post regarding Sophia Jex-Blake and her friend Edith Pechey, the first to female students to be admitted to study at The University of Edinburgh.

I'd just like to get another wee story out of the way before I get on to the main one, strictly speaking these were not the first women to study medicine, the first was called Margaret Ann Bulkley- but she has a remarkable story, the University and the medical fraternity knew Miss Bulkley as a man called James Barry. Born in Cork, Ireland Barry's entire adult life was lived as a man, Barry was named Margaret Ann Bulkley at birth and was known as female in childhood. Barry lived as a man in both public and private life, at least in part in order to be accepted as a university student and pursue a career as a surgeon, with Barry's birth sex only becoming known to the public and to military colleagues after death through autopsy.

Barry had risen to the rank of Inspector General in the British army the second highest medical office, she not only improved conditions for wounded soldiers, but also the conditions of the native inhabitants, and performed the first recorded cesarean section in Africa. Her birth sex only become known to the public and to military colleagues after death through autopsy, she lived as a man for over 6 decades. I will post a link afterwards about her/hm.

Back to Jex-Blake and Pechey. After these two made history by being accepted their numbers were added to over the year, Isabel Thorne, Matilda Chaplin, Helen Evans, Mary Anderson, and Emily Bovell joined them, they are now known as The Edinburgh Seven.

From the time the first two women matriculated they had been facing consistent opposition. They had people shouting at them in the streets, had to arrange to attend different lectures at the extra-mural medical college and in October 1870 they were denied permission to ‘walk the wards’ of the Infirmary. This was a decision apparently made to protect them, because the sights and illnesses in the hospital made it a place that would be too much for a faint-hearted woman to bear. The Edinburgh Seven had faced opposition every step of the way but it all culminated in the Surgeons’ Hall Riot, which would later be remembered as a turning point not just for their case but for women’s education as a whole. It all started when they were making their way to Surgeons Hall for their anatomy exam.

When the women were approaching Surgeon’s Hall they were met with a crowd of several hundred people – the majority of which were onlookers – that was big enough to stop traffic for an hour. Their male peers, several of whom were drunk and holding whisky bottles, were gathered outside shouting verbal abuse at them, throwing rubbish at them and blocking their entrance. When they were eventually ushered in by janitors and sympathetic peers they were able to get to the exam hall. However the exam was once again disrupted by the students releasing the Royal College’s pet sheep at the time ‘Poor’ Mallie into the room. After the exam the women were escorted home by a group of sympathetic Irish students who were given the name the ‘Irish Brigade’. By this point they were already covered in mud but they were also hostilely met by more screaming and mud throwing as they left the building. Not only did the women have to endure the riot itself but in January 1871 Sophia Jex-Blake had to go to court to defend herself in a defamation case filed by Mr Craig – the student she identified as being the leader of the riot. A student who interestingly was Professor Robert Christison’s classroom assistant, who was a known opponent of the Edinburgh Seven and this supported the theory that some members of faculty were in support of the riot. Mr Craig won the trial, but he was only awarded one farthing of the thousand he initially requested. This resulted in the trial being considered a silent victory for the women, the kind of covert support which was still so rare at the time. The Surgeons’ Hall Riot was an appalling event but its shocking nature was exactly what made it such an instrumental point in the women’s fight for change. The riot gained a lot of media coverage, and a particularly notable article was that written in The Scotsman which urged “all…men…to come forward and express… their detestation of the proceedings which have characterised and dishonoured the opposition to ladies pursuing the study of medicine in Edinburgh.” Although the event was a mere culmination of the abuse and opposition they had been facing for over a year, it was able to showcase the magnitude of injustice these women were facing.In 2015 a plaque to commemorate the Edinburgh Seven as part of the Historic Scotland Scheme – and under the recommendation of one of our tutors, Jo Spiller – was put up outside Surgeons’ Hall on Nicholson Street. The plaque hangs where the Edinburgh Seven where once thrown with mud and prevented from entering an anatomy exam, and where now hundreds of female medical students walk on their way to their classes. Even though the women made it through their three year course the law disallowed them from graduating or becoming doctors.

Some of you are no doubt interested in what became of The Edinburgh Seven:

Sophia Jex-Blake had a bitter struggle, which divided the faculty and ended with her suing the University unsuccessfully in the Court of Session, she moved to Berne to qualify.

In 1889, however, largely as a result of her struggles, an Act of Parliament sanctioned degrees for women. She was one of the first female doctors in the UK. A leading campaigner for medical education for women, she was later involved in founding two medical schools for women: one in London (at a time when no other medical schools were training women) and one in Edinburgh, where she also started a women's hospital.

Edith Pechey proved her academic ability by achieving the top grade in the Chemistry exam in her first year of study, the women's abilities meant nothing, In 1873 the women had to give up the struggle to graduate at Edinburgh. One of Edith's next steps was writing to the College of Physicians in Ireland to ask them to let her take exams leading to a license in midwifery. Edith worked for a time at the Birmingham and Midland Hospital for Women then she went to the University of Bern, passed her medical exams in German at the end of January 1877 and was awarded an MD with a thesis 'Upon the constitutional causes of uterine catarrh'. Just at that time the Irish college decided to licence women doctors, and Edith passed their exams in Dublin in May

.During the next six years Edith practised medicine in Leeds, involving herself in women's health education and lecturing on a number of medical topics, including nursing. Partly in reaction to the exclusion of women by the International Medical Congress she set up the Medical Women's Federation of England and in 1882 was elected president.

Edith then spent more than 20 years in India as a senior doctor at a women's hospital and was involved in a range of social causes, following which she and her husband returned to England in 1905 and she was soon involved in the suffrage movement.

Isobel Thorne won first prize in an anatomy examination and was one of the women who re-grouped at the London School of Medicine for Women. Her diplomatic temperament meant she was a more acceptable honorary secretary on the executive (although she never actually qualified in medicine) than Sophia Jex-Blake whose nomination had threatened to stir up controversy. Thorne gave up her own ambition to be a doctor in order to commit herself to helping the school run smoothly; to become more solidly established.

An exemplary Victorian Thorne's dedication to duty and service was a precursor for the more violent campaigns of the suffragettes to achieve full enfranchisement for women.

Isabel travelled through China during the Talping Rebellion. She became convinced of the need for women to have female doctors for themselves and their children, especially women ln China and India. When the family returned to England in 1868 she started midwifery training at the Ladies Medical College, London, later describing the teaching there as inadequate.

Matilda Chaplin gained high honours in anatomy and surgery at the extramural examinations held in 1870 and 1871 at Surgeon's Hall, before a judgment in 1872 finally prohibited women students.

She also studied medicine in London and Paris and during her studies Matilda maintained connection with Edinburgh, attending some of the classes open to her there.

In 1873 Matilda obtained a certificate in midwifery from the London Obstetrics Society, the only medical qualification then obtainable by women in England, and shortly afterwards She then travelled to Japan with her husband, where she opened a school for midwives and was an author of anthropological studies. In 1879 Matilda gained the degree of M.D. at Paris, and presented as her thesis the result of her Japanese studies. She then became a licentiate of the King and Queen's College of Physicians in Ireland, and, although the only female candidate, came out first in the examination. In 1880 she lived in London, chiefly studying diseases of the eye at the Royal Free Hospital.

Helen Evan got married and did not complete her studies but her link with Edinburgh continued and she remained friends with Sophia Jex-Blake. Helen was active in promoting the care of women by women doctors. She also took a keen interest in education being "one of the first lady members of St. Andrews School Board, a position she held for 15 years". In addition to this she was a member of the council for St Leonards School for girls (now co-ed).

in 1876 her husband Alexander died suddenly from a heart attack leaving her with three children and she was unable to return to study.

When Sophia Jex-Blake began the process of founding another medical school for women in Edinburgh, Helen, with others, formed an executive committee to find suitable premises.

In 1900 and 1901 along with Miss Du Pre, Helen was a vice president of the committee of the Edinburgh Hospital and Dispensary for Women and Children, the hospital in Whitehouse Loan and the dispensary in Torphichen Place.

Mary Anderson in 1879 she received her medical doctorate from the Faculté de médecine de Paris, where she wrote her thesis on mitral stenosis and its higher frequency in women than in men. She became a senior physician at the New Hospital for Women, Marylebone. That's about all I could find on her.

Emily Bovell moved to Paris to continue her studies, when it was no longer possible to continue at Edinburgh, and eventually qualified as a doctor in Paris in 1877. The subject of her medical thesis was "Congestive Phenomena following Epileptic and Hystero-epilectic Fits"

She and her husband (physician William Allen Sturge) set up practice together in Wimpole Street, London, and Emily renewed her relationship with Queen's College, lecturing on physiology and hygiene, and running ambulance classes for ladies.

In recognition of her contribution to the medical profession, in 1880 Emily was nominated by the French Government for the "Officier d'Academie", an award very rarely conferred upon women.

The University of Edinburgh tried to right the wrongs of the past by awarding a posthumous MBChB on Saturday 6th July last year (2019). Seven present day women students accepted the degrees in their honour, as seen in the publicity pic. More on that here https://www.ed.ac.uk/edit-magazine/supplements/representing-the-edinburgh-seven

And you can read about James Barry/Margaret Ann Bulkley below. https://hekint.org/2020/04/03/a-surgeon-and-a-gentleman-the-life-of-james-barry/

#Scotland #scottsih #english #irish.#strong women #medical history #womens rights #history

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