#and tobias deserves his suffering

[inkdrinkerworld]

ok ok I‘m obsessed with spencer x bau!reader in a secret relationship!!

like imagine s2!spencer and reader and how reader always keeps their eyes on him during cases after tobias, trying to help him with his mood swings (caused by the withdrawals) in subtle ways

or s6!spencer dealing with his migraines and reader trying to be there for him, subtly helping him relax on the plane by playing with his hair or whatever and all that while trying to hide their relationship (the others probably already noticed but just keep their mouth shut and smile to themselves whenever they have a sweet little moment)

gets my mind running!!

Cw: withdrawal symptoms, vague mentioning that spencer is taking drugs, fluff

You’re worried about him. You can’t stop chewing your nails as you look at him.

You know the team knows, and you know Spencer knows you all know but you can’t say anything.

If you say anything, tell him to get help, he’ll need to report it and if he reports it he’ll lose his job.

So you do what you can.

There’s Gatorade in the fridge, all stocked with the purple grape flavored stuff you’d learnt through trial and error that Spencer preferred.

He drinks a few a day, suffering through it because he knows it will help. He also knows you’re doing this because you care about him.

He hopes you still love him after all of this.

You do.

“I got you a soup, Spence.” Your words are quiet and saved for when you reach his desk, setting the hot styrofoam container on his desk with a smaller box next to it.

He looks up at you, pupils blown wide and sweat beading on his eyebrows.

You don’t even hesitate to use your shirt sleeve to dab away the sweat. Spencer fights the urge to push your hands away.

He hates to disappoint you. “This has to be disappointing. I have to be disappointing.” His words are sudden you nearly jerk back.

“What?”

“This. I’m pitiful.”

You shake your head, stooping down so you’re eye level with him. “What happened was not your fault. I hate seeing you like this because you didn’t deserve it; not because you’re pitiful.”

Your words are so forceful and sincere that it stuns him for a little bit. In his shock, you walk away from him and Spencer panics when you go to the stairs to Hotch’s office.

His heart is pounding so hard he’s shocked he hasn’t blacked out yet.

Maybe he has because a couple seconds later you’re helping him stand and holding the container of soup and your bag.

“Let’s go.”

Spencer’s eyebrows tug together, his lips unconsciously falling into a pout.

“But we have reports to finish.”

You shake your head, for his protestations, Spencer follows you with his own satchel all the way to your car.

“I told Hotch you were feeling faint and you had a fever so he’s let us go home.”

Spencer is speechless. He’s even more so when you turn on the heater on his seat and keep the ac high.

“You don’t have to do all this.” He stammers out, holding the containers as you reverse.

“I want to take care of you and help you get better Spence. It’s as simple as that,” he nods, unable to help it.

You’re like his personal angel. He hopes you know how he feels about you. Hopes you know that he’s grateful and he’ll always be. Hopes that the flush in his cheek can be blamed on what his body is going through right now and not your next words.

“We’re going to my place, I’ve got a better bed and I can mess with the heating. You don’t have to do it alone, Spence.”

[iaketpauet]

A guide to Robin Finck in Guns n' Roses for people who can't stand Axl Rose

I've spent months reading, watching and listening to all things regarding Robin's time in Guns so you don't have to.

*extremely long post*

L to R: Chris Pitman, Bryan "Brain" Mantia, Robin Finck, Tommy Stinson, Dizzy Reed, Richard Fortus and Ron "Bumblefoot" Thal. At Download Festival, June 11, 2006.

From Cirque to Guns

In the beginning of 1997 Cirque du Soleil was touring Los Angeles and Axl Rose went to see the show. Matt Sorum (GnR's drummer until then) pointed out to Axl that 'Robin from Nine Inch Nails' was playing the guitar.

"I told Axl to see him and he said, 'That's our guitar player,' I said, 'Bring in Robin to play alongside Slash', but Axl said, 'I want him to play lead.'" - Matt Sorum, 1999.

Robin got a call from Axl and then he started to jam with the band (already without Slash) every Monday, his day off (circus' dark day). In April, Chris Vrenna also joined for a few sessions before he split to focus on his Tweaker project, and Robin brought Billy Howerdel (former guitar technician for NIN) to help him program his sounds, but wound up staying for two and a half years with them.

In June, Robin quit the circus and joined the band.

2 years contract (August 1997 to August 1999)

Over the year of 1998, the band took shape, consisting of Robin and Paul Huge Tobias on the guitar, Tommy Stinson on bass guitar, Dizzy Reed on keys and percussion, Josh Freese on drums and Chris Pitman helping them with writing and engineering. Although Axl was contributing with ideas, he wasn't laying many vocal tracks at that time, as he was allegedly suffering with writer's block.

They wrote at least half of the Chinese Democracy album along with other still unreleased songs and many instrumentals in this period, including parts/ideas Robin had previously come up with during his circus days. Some sources had said they were working on 35 tracks.

Robin and Josh Freese in 1998 (from Josh's Instagram)

They also re-recorded Appetite for Destruction, which was never released but a segment of Sweet Child o'Mine was included in the closing credits of 1999's Big Daddy movie. Axl's intention was to use the entire song, but Slash and Duff didn't allow it, so they made a hybrid of the old version with their new one. You can listen to their segment starting at 2'58, with the second part of the main solo and the last one played by Robin:

It was rumored that Robin recorded an uncredited overdub of backing vocals for the track Mr. Brownstone in the Live Era '87-'93 compilation album. You can listen to it below, around 1'25 min.

Just in time for NIN's Fragility tour v1.0, his contract came to an end in August and soon he went to Bahamas with Nine Inch Nails to begin with their tour rehearsals.

Atlas Shrugged

"I have respect for Axl Rose, I wish him all the success that he deserves and if his album sounds a little industrial, I will take it like a compliment... On the other hand, when we played MTV awards, he made pass a press release announcing that it would cut of his disc all the parts of guitars played by Robin Finck and I find that a little ridiculous, it is a whim of star." - Trent Reznor, 1999.

"And they just said, 'Come over and do some stuff.' It's a long story to be honest and I won't bore you with all the details, but Axl was feeling that he was in a difficult place because the guitarist that he'd been working with on this new album had sort of replaced Slash, because they fell out, sadly. [...] The guitarist that had done most of the tracks had departed and Axl had a real emotional attachment to what he'd done, and yet he didn't want him on the album - and I hope I'm not saying too much here - he didn't really want him to stay on the album because he'd disappeared, you know - so he's feeling a kind of divided loyalty and he said: 'Brian, can you come and do stuff which I WILL LIKE, (laughing) and I won't feel too bad about ditching this other stuff?'" - Brian May, 2000.

While Axl was trying to cut Robin's work out of Chinese Democracy, hiring high-profile guitarists such as Dave Navarro and Brian May to lay guitar tracks, he started recording vocals for some of the songs, like HardSchool (now Hard Skool), Catcher in The Rye and The Blues (now Street of Dreams). Among them, the still unreleased Atlas Shrugged has lyrics which are allegedly about Robin.

An excerpt from Atlas Shrugged lyrics.

Whether it's about him or not, the lyrics go along with feelings of "following his heart" Robin expressed through interviews from that time.

"It was a difficult decision to make because I was so wrapped up in what I was doing at the time and I was proud of the work I'd done. But when it came down to it, I couldn't imagine NIN going out without me or with somebody else. I'm in a good place right now." - Robin Finck, 1999.

Prior to quitting the band to form A Perfect Circle with Billy Howerdel, Josh Freese helped Axl getting in touch with Buckethead. In early 2000 Buckethead was convinced to join in.

3 guitars lineup

"Originally it was gonna be a two-guitar player group. I split forever so I thought and went back to Nine Inch Nails. In my absence they were looking to replace me and Josh Freese, the drummer at the time, had brought Buckethead in to essentially fill the slot I had left. They really liked him but he's kind of a stunt guitar player. He does a very specific thing and he has a real genius sensibility about him. But he rarely plays the same thing twice ever and when you're trying to cruise through 'Nightrain' that just makes it a little (laughs) too different. So they needed someone to anchor the songs. They kept Buckethead to do what Buckethead does and they needed someone else to play alongside." - Robin Finck, 2014.

In late 2000 Robin returned to Guns for the upcoming gig as headliner act of Rock in Rio III Festival. As a sort of warm-up show, the band was booked for a New Year's Eve gig at The House of Blues in Las Vegas. It was the first time Robin performed live with Guns n' Roses.

Robin and Buckethead playing Paradise City at The House of Blues, January 1st, 2001.

With two lead guitarists, rumors that Robin and Buckethead weren't getting along very well began to emerge. And it seems that Axl encouraged competition between them.

"So it's taken a long time to pull these guys together and then have them develop a chemistry with themselves. When we first did our first show in Vegas, Robin and Buckethead didn't know each other at all, and you've got two lead guitar players trying to kill each other. You know, with their abilities. It's like when I tried to bring Zakk and Slash together. That didn’t go too well. (...) It was fun to watch." - Axl Rose, 2002.

Although neither Robin or Buckethead talked about it, years later Tommy Stinson showed his disdain for Buckethead on interviews and soon-to-be a member Richard Fortus has talked extensively about how difficult it was to make a lineup with three guitarists work. I'll return to this topic later.

Skullet

For these shows, Robin appeared with an extreme form of the mullet hairstyle, the skullet. Differing from his previous tours with Nine Inch Nails, this time he maintained the same haircut for the whole touring cycle: from the few performances in 2001 until their last gig in 2002. The only difference is that he straightened his hair in 2002.

At The Joint, Las Vegas, December 31st, 2001. Photo by Robert John.

From their US leg of the tour, 2002. Photo by George Chin.

Better

Between his comeback and early 2001, Robin came up with a song working titled 3 Dollar Pyramid, which turned out to be Better, the only song released with credits attributed exclusively to him and Axl Rose.

"[Better] was brought in after Josh [Freese] and was written by the band. It was Robin Finck’s song. We jammed it for a couple weeks and then went into the studio and recorded it." - Bryan "Brain" Mantia (GnR's drummer from May 2000 until June 2006), 2009.

Better without vocals

Richard Fortus

In 1999 Richard auditioned for Robin's place. He wasn't the chosen one but became good friends with Tommy. When Paul Tobias stepped out of his role as rhythm guitarist, Tommy called Richard to replace him for the 2002 tour.

Soon Richard and Robin formed a strong bond, which could be seen on as much as offstage throughout Robin's tenure, with Richard stating several times how much he loved working with him afterwards.

Richard and Robin during Nightrain at Allstate Arena, Chicago, November 18th, 2002.

Refusing to leave

After the 2002 tour being cancelled halfway through and "Guns' inability to complete an album", Buckethead quit in late 2003. In spite of the uncertainty of their situation as a band, Robin preferred not to leave them this time to tour with Nine Inch Nails. According to Reznor, his choice was driven by greed.

"Robin Finck [was] getting paid loads of money to hang out with Axl Rose and his house was getting paid for. You know what, f*ck you." - Trent Reznor, 2005.

Robin has never touched on this subject, but there are two things that need to be stressed: The album was very close to be finished and Guns was planning to perform in late 2005 - which only became reality in 2006 - so his decision might have been because of it.

2 guitars lineup?

"As far as I know, he [Buckethead] hasn't been replaced, but we already have enough guitarists". - Tommy Stinson, 2004.

"At the moment, Robin Finck and I are the only guitarists in the band. We switch off between lead and rhythm." - Richard Fortus, 2005.

They kept rehearsing as a duo until a few weeks before their warm-up gigs for the European tour at the Hammerstein Ballroom in May 2006.

"It was just Robin and myself, and we were doing rehearsals and Brain, and it was phenomenal, I mean, absolutely amazing. And literally, I think it was two days before we were supposed to do our first show, the energy was palpable. [...] Axl came down, he was like, 'This is the band I've always wanted.' The next day Bumblefoot comes in, and I guess, they found this guy and he came in, and the whole dynamic just completely shifted." - Richard Fortus, 2020.

Bullying Ron "Bumblefoot" Thal

Tommy had stated that they weren't doing auditions for a new guitarist, but Axl's team contacted Ron in 2004. Although nothing happened from it, in April 2006, Axl called him to "jam" with the band while they were rehearsing for their tour. Ron became Buckethead's replacement and stayed with them until 2015. In the beginning, he wasn't treated well by "some" members.

"Well, when I first joined the band, they did not want me in the band. And it’s not me - they just didn’t want a third guitar player. 'Cause at the time they had worked it out for two guitar players. Then suddenly the old manager at the time hits them up one day, and the tour was, like, two weeks away. He said, 'your new guitar player is coming down'. And they’re like, 'what the hell - who the fuck is this?', and I showed up, and they wouldn’t even look at me. For that first tour, you know, I was treated like shit. Like absolute shit. They wouldn’t really talk to me. If I spoke, they’d roll their eyes and walk out of the room. I was made to feel as unwelcome as possible. Until, finally, I had to get a little violent. And then they started realizing that I’m not gonna leave. They’re gonna get hurt. Physically. Then they realized that they couldn’t bully me, and that I was gonna fight at a level they weren’t prepared for. [...] ‘Cause I didn’t know why they were so cold to me, and I realized that they would have treated anybody that way. It was a set of circumstances, a lack of communication from the management that was there at the time, that set it up so it was almost like a stranger thrown into a crowded cage." - Ron "Bumblefoot" Thal, 2013.

Note: By "physically", he meant he "tried to stab three people on stage at a show in 2006", as he told WickedInfo in 2010.

Extreme makeover

Robin playing the main solo of Sweet Child o'Mine in Chicago, 2002 (left) and in Los Angeles, 2006 (right).

"A third guitarist stood apart from the others both visually and sonically, effortlessly tearing through every riff and solo like a man possessed; think Jimmy Page on ecstasy. Even after Rose introduced the bearded, sunglass-wearing phenomenon by name, dressed like a cross between Jim Morrison and Chris Robinson, I still couldn’t believe I was looking at Robin Finck. [...] Exuding a confidence no amount of posturing can imitate, he brought a searing intensity to each Guns song with impassioned intricacy and soul. [...] Finck was great before his apparent bohemian awakening, but this was something else entirely. He was essentially running through a gallery of world-renowned portraits and landscapes, the best of their time and sacred to many, casting his own colors and impressions onto each canvas. Somehow, blasphemy be damned, he made improvements." - Antiquiet review of Guns N' Roses' performance at Gibson Amphitheater, December 16th, 2006.

Robin's definitive departure

On April 4th 2008 NIN.com broke the news that Robin was back to the fold with a picture of him at the studio. Without knowing for sure Robin's position, Axl showed being open for a return.

"Last I was aware, he had some interest in touring, though I can't say what that means until then. In our opinion, he's made things a bit awkward publicly, but that's just his way." - Axl Rose, 2009.

Unfortunately, even with the Chinese Democracy's release in the end of that year, Robin didn't come back afterwards.

One night reappearance

The guitarist had a surprise appearance on March 12 2012 at House of Blues venue in Los Angeles to perform his song, Better, and that was the last time he got up on stage with Guns.

That's it, most of the info and rumors here I've gotten from GnR forums: MyGnRforum.com, a-4-d.com and GnRevolution.com, so a big thank you to everyone.

[atopvisenyashill]

i will never forgive the show for casting tobias menzies and then wasting him bc i watched him later in outlander & the crown, and after being blown away by his portrayal of black jack randall, i was ecstatic they had cast him as prince phillip, and sure enough he was amazing. i think edmure is the perfect character for him to really show off his acting chops, because the tullys are soooo quick to sense a sleight and get shitty over it while being craftily determined and fiercely devoted people as a whole, i just KNOW he would have killed it

but ESPECIALLY the way they had him just get freed from the noose, go inside, lift the siege over the protests of his people, and force the blackfish on the run because like, idk, they were determined to make him look like a shitty little coward or something??? when how it REALLY goes is that after the weeks of physical torture + the psychological torture of him being hanged in front of his own uncle DAILY, edmure manages to keep his shit together long enough while subsequently being horrifically psychologically tortured to get tom seven strings’ info from him, lift the siege to save his people from more suffering, and then cover for the blackfish while he escapes, and gloat about it to jaime’s face just for funsies!!!!

I DESERVED THIS BITCH SLAP FIGHT ON SCREEN DAMMIT TOBIAS WOULD HAVE KILLED IT

[jerzwriter]

I hope you don’t mind me stealing them for my morning warm up.

—————

“I’m home,” he called out.

“We’re in the kitchen,” she hollered back.

We? God, who did she invite over this time? he wondered and leaned against the wall, steeling himself for whatever gathering she had planned to subject him to this week.

“Uncle Ethan!” Samantha squealed as she slid around the corner in her stocking feet. Brooke not far behind her sister.

“Samantha,” Ethan acknowledged her greeting with confusion as she took his hand.

“We are making Christmas cookies,” Brooke said loudly and her sticky hand grabbed his other hand.

The two sisters dragging him to the kitchen where Kayla pulled herself up on Merida’s leg and her tiny fingers tried to each the flour dusted counter.

“Hey, welcome home,” Merida grinned, dusted in equal amounts of flour as their kitchen.

The girls raced back to the table to frost more cookies, though Ethan saw they ate more of the frosting than they actually applied to the cookies.

“Why are they here?” he whispered and indicated with his head the girls now dumping entire containers of sprinkles atop their cookies.

“You mean the spawn of Tobias?” Merida teased.

Ethan rolled his eyes and sighed, “Yes.”

“I thought it would be nice to give Casey and Tobias a night free for a date.”

“They can get their own sitter.”

“Ah but this is more fun.”

“Fun for who?”

“Me,” she giggled into a kiss. “Because I do so love exasperated Uncle Ethan.”

“You are impossible.”

He turned from her hoping to hide the slight smile.

“Girls!” he shouted when he saw Brooke painting Samantha’s face with frosting. “The frosting goes on the cookies.”

He leaned down to begin wiping the frosting from Samantha’s face only for Brooke to start painting his.

He stood up and turned to Merida with a pointed look. But she only laughed and the girls erupted in giggles.

“We will end up with four children to babysit if you keep giving those two date nights and,” he paused and gave a long suffering sigh, “I don’t think I can handle that.”

She pulled him close and kissed the frosting from his face, “You love it.”

LILY!!!!!!!! OMG! So I have to tell you - I saw this the moment I woke up today. I was not in a good headspace; lots going on, and I was really down. Then I saw this, and it just made me smile. It really turned my whole day around, and I need to thank you for that! Like HUGE HUGE HUGE hugs for that!

Now... this was FREAKING ADORABLE!!!! EEK! OK, so outside of my own little girl (who isn't so little lol) I think the Carrick Girls are the greatest thing I've ever created, and OMG, you captured the little rugrats SO well here. And juxtaposing their vibrance, mischief, youth, and energy against Ethan's curmudgeonly old man ways! AAAGHHH! OMG!!!! Then, there is Merida, the perfect balance of light, joy ... and mischief... right there in the middle. Oh, I have so much to say... bear with me, PLEASE!

We? God, who did she invite over this time?

🤣🤣🤣 Ethan, you crotchety old man. You are SO lucky Merida tolerates your ass! 🤣🤣🤣

steeling himself for whatever gathering she had planned to subject him to this week.

Your life would be so empty without her babe. Worship her as she deserves to be worshiped! lol

“We are making Christmas cookies,” Brooke said loudly and her sticky hand grabbed his other hand.

Ethan thinking ... "This is why we don't have kids" the entire time! 😆

The girls raced back to the table to frost more cookies, though Ethan saw they ate more of the frosting than they actually applied to the cookies.

You know Tobias does the same thing, right? It's official. It's canon. He does. lol

“Why are they here?” “You mean the spawn of Tobias?”

STOP!!!!

No... seriously! STOP! I am literally WHEEZING over here. OMG Spawn of Tobias... I need to inject this into my fics, into my vernacular, into MY LIFE as much as humanly possible. That's a must...

“Ah but this is more fun.” “Fun for who?” “Me,”

Baby boy, she needs more than your grumpy ass in her life. LMAO I love it.

He leaned down to begin wiping the frosting from Samantha’s face only for Brooke to start painting his.

THIS. IS. EVERYTHING. EVERYTHING! I need to commission art of this. And I can see Merida LAUGHING her ass off in the background - sneaking a picture and texting it to the friends group chat... and Tobias is like "That's going on our family Christmas card." It's done. 😂😂😂

“We will end up with four children to babysit if you keep giving those two date nights and,” he paused and gave a long suffering sigh, “I don’t think I can handle that.”

SSSTTTOOOOPPPPP!!!! 😂😂😂😂

OMG Ethan, but you are SO FREAKING RIGHT! lol So - there is a really angsty story surrounding Kayla's birth ... and more to come on that... but if not for that... I'm sure these two would have been pumping kids out like rabbits. lol

OMG LILY! I waited all day to reply because I wanted the time to give it the attention it deserves. AAAGHH! I love this! I love you! Thank you so much! This was the brightest spot in my day! ❤️❤️❤️

[coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe]

Faith & Fate - A Leap Of Faith Fanfiction

As I told Emily (@philhoffman ) I have started writing a Leap Of Faith story, which I have now titled 'Faith & Fate', it takes place in 1993 and in the fictional town of 'Lead Springs, Texas'. And I shall now word dump on you some info:

Major Changes to the plot / Spoilers:

After the ending of 'Leap of Faith' Jonas was dropped off the next town over by the truck driver. The trucker thought Jonas was mad and threw him and his bag out.

Jonas had to call Jane, she and Sheriff Braverman came to get Jonas and they (Jonas and Jane) re-joined the crew, heading off to the next town, eventually reaching Lead Springs, Texas by January 9th of 1992, where 'Faith & Fate' begins.

So basically, I'm using 'Leap of Faith' as a 'movie becomes series' (like Buffy for example) to lead into 'Faith & Fate'

As per usual, if you wish to be tagged or untagged from the story, please let me know, either through asks or DMs

Characters (OCs & From Leap of Faith):

Under cut due to length. These are just the characters I'm certain I'll include as of now (8th June '24)

Jonas Nightengale & Jane Larson

Aka the two least deserving of anyone's trust, the Boss (Jonas) and the ACTUAL boss (Jane). I don't trust either of them, but I trust Larson more because of the butterflies scene. Jane is dating Sheriff Braverman long-distance and Jonas still keeps in touch with Boyd and Marva, though he isn't particularly close to either of them.

Ages: Jonas - 47. Jane - 37

The Choir & The Crew (General)

More than likely underpaid (even though Jonas has a bag of golden watches), but good people. I know several of the crew who put together the gigantic tent have tattoos, so possibly a mix of types of Christians, including maybe some who aren't fully Christians

Ages: Unknown, Approx. 20s-40s mostly

Tiny

First of all, he's a giant, dude's like 6'3. My name for him is Timothy Smalls, so in my head at least Jonas nicknamed him Tiny because of the character of Tiny Tim and it just stuck. He helps with building the tent, collecting money, gathering info, etc.

Age: 44

Matt

(Image credit - @philhoffman / Emily) Matt, my beloved, young dumb and full of… energy, this man has so much energy. My name for him is Matthew Braddock. He helps collect money and gather info, but is also the one who Jane and Hoover (Meat Loaf) send to do random tasks, like an intern.

Age: 25

Hoover

The driver of Jonas' bus, as in the main bus at the front of the pack of 4. His name's Tobias Hoover. His family is my OCs, specifically his 2 brothers and niece. I like his fashion choices, but I know they're not for everyone, also I have been unironically listening to mostly Meat Loaf songs while writing these characters.

Age: 43

(OC) Jedidiah 'Jed/Bubba' Hoover

Eldest brother, and the only Hoover brother to have kids, big (6'2") cuddly papa bear, but seriously don't come near his daughter, he protects her like she's a miracle and her mother / Jed's wife died when Cai was very young.

Age: 46

(OC) Micaiah 'Cai' Hoover

Jed's daughter, Cai's been raised by practically just men, her family has always been in Lead Springs, her uncle Tobias was the only one who left. She suffers with CIDP, which means she's often in a wheelchair but manages as well as she can to be independent. She doesn't work, not due to disability but rather due to lack of jobs, as well as the mistreatment she receives in Lead Springs.

Age: 22 (turns 23 within the first few chapters)

(OC) Zechariah 'Ari' Hoover

Tobi and Jed's younger brother, and Cai's uncle. Zechariah goes by Ari, which can be confusing. He lives with Jed and Cai, acting as a second father to Cai while working with Jed at the town's diner. Most days he regrets letting Tobias leave, but has to remind himself that his brother has his own life.

Age: 40

(OC) Reverend B.J Deacon

The young, new Episcopal church reverend/deacon, fresh faced and just out of seminary school. He's very new to actually leading a church and very inexperienced, hoping to learn from Jonas how to engage people with their faith.

Age: 22 (turns 23 within the first few chapters)

[severussnapeconfessions]

hc Snape didn't shed a single tear when his parents died.

Ohohoh I love this. This character is so complex that I honestly have multiple headcanons regarding this subject. I feel compelled to share.

Some of them are ridiculous but that's life.

In one of them, Tobias murdered Eileen out of pure violence and prolonged domestic abuse, became a runaway and Severus after learning about his mother's passing tracks his father down and kills him. Severus would be 16/17 years old.

That would have been Severus' first kill. He tracked him with magic, bound him to a chair, and gave him a good beating him with his bare hands. By then Severus would have already at least have reached his height, despite not have the muscle and he wanted Tobias to fear him. His last words towards his father would be:

"I have not done this before for she would suffer greatly... But now, thanks to you, mother is gone and free of her bindings. Do you see this ? "

Young Severus raises his wand, his eyes dangerously searching the other man's.

" This fucking stick, as you have called a many of times, is what you have always feared in Eileen. She could have killed you just like this "

He flicks his wand once and sends a controlled cutting hex across his father's cheek.

"But guess what, she did not need it"

He throws his wand away and casts multiple cutting hexes wandlessly aimed at his father's chest.

"I will be after you even in the pits of hell. May your soul never find peace, for you do not deserve it. Bearing your name disgusts me. You are a ridiculous excuse of a man, Tobias Snape."

And then he turns away, picks the wand up and points it at his father's bloodied swollen face and casts his first Unforgivable. He then casts a fiendfyre to burn the body.

*sigh* Why have I poorly written fanfiction in here? I don't know. Sorry.

[perennialsoft]

Fit in the Archives

New OCs! Tobias and Edmund are rival students at a magic university of vague setting. They're both in their early-to-mid twenties. Toby suffers a good deal in this first fic, but don't worry, he absolutely deserves it.

DNI if you are a non-kink blog and/or a minor.

Tobias’ demeanor changes as soon as they open their books. His shoulders stiffen, his hands curl, he grimaces–Edmund is immediately entranced. He spares half an eye for one of the dust-laden texts their professor sent them to investigate and the other half on his rival. 

Tobias turns the pages of his book with two pinched fingers, leaning away while he does. He looks like he’s terrified the grime will infect him, as if showers don’t exist. It’s hilarious.

“You do realize you can clean your clothes, right?” Ed asks.

Tobias looks at him strangely. “What?”

“You’re acting like something terrible will happen if you get a little dusty. We’ll never finish if you treat every book like it’s a bomb.”

“Says the man who hasn’t flipped past the first page of yours,” Tobias drawls. Ed has to concede the point. He flips the page casually, knowing the strengthening charms will keep the book whole no matter how rough he is with them. A cloud of dust drifts up as he disturbs the text, and Tobias literally recoils. 

Finally, the realization hits. “You’re allergic to the dust,” Ed says, delighted. 

“I am not,” Tobias says immediately. 

“You are,” Ed insists. “This is wonderful. Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

“You haven’t noticed anything,” Tobias insists. “Would you focus on the books?”

“Why? Are you eager to get out of here quickly? The professor will give us as much time as we need for this. No need to rush,” he says. Tobias glares, and Ed laughs. “This is wonderful,” he repeats. “Your eyes and nose are all red. You look ridiculous.”

Tobias clenches his fist. “Regardless of the time afforded, I would rather not be here all day. Is it so much to ask that you do the task we were assigned?”

“Is it so much to ask that you admit you’re allergic?”

“I’m not allergic.”

Ed considers him. “This won’t bother you then, right?” Ed does something to send some dust floating. Tobias clenches his jaw and glares. His nostrils flare. “Or this?” He does something else, and even more dust flies up. 

“Doesn’t bother me at all,” Tobias says through his teeth. Despite his clenched teeth, he sounds breathless.

Ed smiles. “Then this won’t bother you at all.” Ed flicks his hand, and wind whirls around their table. Clouds of dust heavy enough to darken the air lift up around them. Tobias makes a choked sound. "The archivists will probably thank me for cleaning up their books a little.” He manipulates the dust into an oblong shape floating between them. Tobias’ face is white. 

“You’re not meant to use magic in the archive,” Tobias says, a little desperately. 

Ed tilts his head. “Huh, I guess you’re right. Well, nothing for it.”

Tobias’ eyes widen. “Don’t–” he starts, but Ed has already released his hold on the magic, dropping the dust into the center of their table. 

For a moment, the cloud is so thick Ed can’t see his rival at all. Then, as it clears, he catches sight of Tobias bent over, head in his hands, shuddering. 

“All right there?” Ed asks. 

A moment of quiet, and then–

Ktchh! Nnch! Nkch! Ktch! Ktch! Nkch! Nngch!

Ed smiles broadly. With another flick of his hand, the dust is swept aside and away so he can better see the reaction he wrought. 

He-he-k’shkt! K’eshh! Ekshew! EKshew! EKshew! Ktch! Knck! EK’sheww! 

Tobias stumbles to his feet, knocking his chair to the ground. Before he can run, Ed sticks his feet to the ground. 

“You–” Tobias gasps when he realizes, then ducks back into his palms. EK’SHEW! KE’SHEW! KE’SHEW! He-He-HEK’SHEW! 

“Admit you’re allergic to dust, and I’ll undo the spell,” Edmund says. 

Tobias looks at him with pure hatred. Ed readies a shielding spell, just in case, but his rival is clearly too caught up in his fit to cast anything. He might be too caught up to really talk. 

“You–K’tchew! KESHEW! EK’SHH! EK’SHEWW! Gods–KEW’SHEW! KK’SHEW! I–HEK-SHEW!--I’m all–HEK’SHEW! KE’SHEW! I’m allergic–HESHKEW!

“There, that wasn’t so hard, was it?” Ed concentrates, and all the dust stuck near them whirls away. He coughs a little at the sudden excessively clean air. He undoes the spell binding Tobias’ feet, and in the same moment pushes his chair up into his knees, knocking him back into a sitting position. Even as this happens, Toby continues to sneeze. HESHEW! H’SHEW! SHEW! Ed glues his legs to the chair. “But we’ve still got work to do. I’ll keep going while you… calm down.”

Tobias looks at him incredulously with streaming eyes. His fit shows no sign of slowing, but Ed is sure it will eventually now that the dust is gone. 

“This is payback for the asthma attack,” he adds casually. Tobias continues to sneeze.

[burrichgreer]

Monsters...

Monster. It was such a tired word. A lazy sort of label slapped on creatures, natural or not, which over-simplified, over-vilified, and, worst of all, shrouded a more difficult truth for the sake of convenience... for the sake of conscience.

—

Chink.

The sound cut through the eerie silence of the woodland and set off an all too familiar, crescendoing racket. It began with the quiet clink as the trap’s trigger was sprung. Then came the crackling as the alchemical gadgetry did its work, sending fractals of ice that expanded until they had thoroughly ensnared their victim. Then came the grunt, always one of surprise, which soon turned to an alarmed growl as the panic set in. Only then did the actual struggle begin as it strained against the trap, violently attempting to break free from the ice’s unnatural fortitude.

A quiet exhale steadied the huntsman from where he was hunkered down between a large rock and a thick evergreen, a suitable enough bit of cover on a night such as this when Duskwood’s forest was veiled in heavy fog. A glance to the moon’s position, visible through the yawning canopy over the open glen, told him he had been there for two hours - maybe three. All in all, he was making good time - a fact he was glad for as he was reminded that he had promised a cup of tea and a hand to someone who’s day was assuredly no less long than his.

After a moment’s wait to be certain his quarry was alone, Burrich rose from his nook and took up his rifle, which he promptly shouldered and trained on the worgen who hadn’t noticed him yet. With the practiced silence of a hunter, he stepped through the underbrush and out of the treeline as he watched the beast struggle to free itself.

“Tobias Whitaker.” He spoke the name aloud, in a commanding voice that immediately drew the worgen’s attention. Yellowing, bloodshot eyes turned upon the hunter as its attention left its frozen leg and narrowed upon the more pressing threat. Burrich’s sharp, verdant gaze met the feral’s, narrowing as his head canted to the side a hair in study of the creature’s features. Long beard. Scar upon the right brow. Missing left pinky. It was enough to confirm the worgen’s identity, just as the woman had described. “-Tobias Whitaker-.” He said what had been the beast’s name once more, with greater emphasis, though he didn’t really know why. They never responded. There was never a spark of recognition in their eyes, never a glimpse of anything behind the ‘monster’ they had become. He sighed and stepped closer. The worgen lowered its stance, baring its yellowed teeth and ushering a wordless warning in the form of a low snarl at the huntsman as he approached and stopped twenty paces away with his gun unwaveringly trained on the beast.

“I am sorry, my friend. You deserved better than this.” He spoke in his low voice, the sincere words falling on ears that would no more comprehend them as the beast would care for the man’s sympathy. It saw only a threat. And in a sense, it was wise to do so. Its struggle was renewed, letting out a fierce growl as its razored fingers scraped and clawed at the ice that had engulfed the lower third of its leg and pinned it in place. Burrich focused his aim, mindful to see the act done in a single, painless shot. Though just as he was about to pull the trigger, a twig snapped somewhere in the distance behind him and drew his attention away for but a moment. But a moment was enough. It was the cracking sound that pulled his focus back to the worgen, the sound of ice shattering. 

Burrich's expression flattened. “...fuck.” BOOM.

He let loose a shot of violet light that whistled through the air, but worgen were unnaturally fast and desperation only made them more so. It ducked down, only suffering a graze to its shoulder, before throwing itself forward in a flurry of muscle and dark fur that charged for the huntsman. A second shot rang out and another bolt of arcane shot zipped toward the charging mass of wolf-man, this time connecting with the beast’s left leg - causing it to crash into the dried-out grass between them. Slowed, though all the more frenzied for it, the worgen scrambled to get back on its feet and resumed its charge.

“...-fuck-.” Burrich cursed again, knowing full well he was running out space and time. Levering the rifle a second time, he refocused his aim just in time to have to abandon it. The worgen hurled itself through the air, its maw gaping and claws primed to eviscerate whatever they could. It was all the huntsman could do to sway to the side and bring the rifle down to attempt to redirect the force of its momentum to the side, knowing all the while that the sheer size disparity between them meant he was going to be the one redirected, not the worgen.

And so it was, the hulking beast crashed into him, and he into the ground. “-Fuuuuck-.. “ he wheezed as the wind left his lungs upon impact. Rolling, he recovered quickly enough to find his knees, draw both flintlocks from his chest, and fire both in quick succession as the worgen fell upon him again in a snarling, bloodied mess. To Burrich’s relief, the snarls lasted little more than a few passing seconds as the life drained from it. The huntsman’s head fell back into the grass as he let out a huff of air, pinned beneath the now very dead worgen. With a grunt, he shoved the beast off of himself and, with no small amount of effort, pushed himself to his feet. It was only then that he noticed the seeping gash in his left thigh where a stray claw must have caught him in the tussle. “Great...” he muttered as he holstered the pistols and limped to retrieve his rifle. A moment was taken as he stood over the lump of fur in the grass, his brow furrowed and his expression turning stern and somber. He let out a heavy sigh. “Find peace now, Tobias Whitaker.. if there is any left for you to find.”

The contract fulfilled, he slowly made his way out of the moonlight and into the shadows of the treeline before sinking down against a tree. Tearing the fabric of his pants wider to inspect the wound, he grimaced but seemed relieved by what he saw. Not too deep. His head sank back against the trunk, eyes closing briefly as he fished a suture kit from his pouch. But before he tended to his leg, he set the needle and thread aside and pulled the stock of his rifle onto his lap. His gaze fell to it, sober eyes drifting over the rows of carved tallies that littered the wooden stock. Silently, and without much fanfare, he drew his knife and etched one more line amongst the dozens of others - monsters, every last one.

—

@agilneanrose

@theborderlandcoalition

[sunomaly]

about the au: 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎

in this au, it’s not aly that has to fake her own death, but spencer. tobias williams escaped prison, was on the run. aly tirelessly researched, spent her time trying to hunt him down. but instead of coming after alyssa, her father went after the one person she cared about most. aly was the one to find him near, and she rode with spencer to the hospital while calling the rest of the team. she stayed in the waiting room the whole time he was in emergency surgery, pacing the linoleum floor as she waited for something, anything. hotch arrived, told her she needed to get some rest. and while she protested, eventually a direct order was given. she didn’t go home, instead sleeping in the waiting room.

when she woke up the news was given. spencer had ‘died’ in surgery. there was nothing that could have been done. the world stopped, she couldn’t breathe. she felt like she’d been shot, like her head was being held underwater. she never got to say goodbye, never got to tell him she loved him. and now she never could.

she stayed long enough to go to the funeral, then soon after she decided to take leave. one of the first times in her entire career where she actually decided to take vacation. but it really wasn’t a vacation, and she didn’t plan on coming back.

she started hunting for her father, promising herself that she’d make the bastard pay for what he’d done. what he’d done to her mother, the girls he’d killed, her college friends.. and for what he’d done to spencer. when she found tobias williams she made him suffer. suffer the same torture that he had put others through before putting an end to his life. and that was only the beginning.

alyssa knows how law enforcement works intimately. she’d been with the bureau for years by this point. she’d seen more than many, suffered torture, pain, heartbreak. she couldn’t find a way to turn it all back on. she vowed to make sure that no one else would have to feel like she did. that she would take it into her own hands.. prison was something that serial killers didn’t deserve. it was because he’d been allowed to live that tobias was even able to escape prison. she won’t make that mistake again.

[bottledwaterweb-blog-blog]

AnimalZone - Season 10, Episode 13 from AnimalZone on Vimeo.

"AminalZone: Dazzled by The Dog Rose" is a touching episode that takes viewers on a heartfelt journey of compassion, transformation, and the extraordinary power of love. Noelle Fueter, a seasoned banker in Liechtenstein, embarks on a life-altering adventure when a chance encounter with a stray dog in the Bahamas ignites a newfound purpose within her.

Moved by an unwavering determination to make a difference in the lives of dogs, Noelle courageously leaves her established career behind and, with the support of her husband Tobias Fueter, embarks on a remarkable mission. Noelle launched 'City Dogs,' a venture initially focused on pet care but destined for so much more. Through unwavering dedication, Noelle finds her true calling - bringing dogs and people together in a profound and meaningful way.

Tobias, a successful film producer and director, plays an integral role in this transformative journey. While on location in Romania, he bears witness to the plight of countless stray dogs, and his heart aches for their suffering. Urgently, he shares these heartrending images with Noelle, setting in motion a chain of events that will forever change the lives of these abandoned creatures.

What unfolds is nothing short of extraordinary. Noelle, propelled by an unyielding sense of duty, rushes to Romania, determined to offer solace and aid to these deserving souls. In a beautifully poignant act of kindness, she uses the resources at her disposal to feed and care for the hungry strays, a gesture that quickly evolves into something much larger. With the help of compassionate veterinarians and dedicated volunteers, 'The Dog Rose' is born.

Located just north of Bucharest, 'The Dog Rose' emerges as a sanctuary, a haven of hope and healing for the dogs of Romania. Noelle, Tobias, and their cherished colleague Anja come together, pooling resources, time, and unwavering love to create a safe haven where these dogs can thrive. The shelter and play area stand as a testament to the boundless potential for positive change when driven by love and purpose.

The symbolism behind 'The Dog Rose,' the national flower of Romania, carries profound significance. While Noelle and Tobias may hail from Switzerland, their unwavering belief in the universality of compassion knows no bounds. "Love knows no borders," Noelle declares, a sentiment that echoes throughout this extraordinary episode.

In 'AminalZone: Dazzled by The Dog Rose,' viewers are invited to witness the transformative power of love, as dogs become the silent but potent teachers of an essential truth: that kindness, empathy, and unity can bridge any divide. This episode is a testament to the idea that, at its core, we are all leaders, capable of creating a better world for those who need it most.

[morgansbond]

Aurea's words did resonate with the changeling. The mortal who had found comfort in wild darkness since his more formative years. Thanks to his elven half, Tobias, who knew and could fly them away for a reprieve. No judgement or fuss would be found in the forest, and it was a testament that they had lived and survived in harsher wilds before. Morgan liked the certainty that they could always return, but they tried desperately not to. Deep down, knowing they craved and deserved more.

"I promise, I haven't been a total hermit." Morgan replies quietly, hopeful that recent efforts would put her at ease. "The seafarers are away too frequent to study our patterns. Those who stay are too busy with their own business to look twice."

After stepping over a medium sized boulder, Morgan worries this is too much talking for their hunt. He only had this left to say, "My brother and I found our rhythm before, in Hrafnfjall." He the morning and Tobias the night. Interchangeable under work related or serious circumstance. "Unfortunately... I suffer hangovers for his drinking far too often."

"Out here, at the heart of it, it's just you and the forest." She doesn't mean for it to sound that way, wise or perhaps ominous, but she means it. Out in the woods, even with wolves not far off, even with an entourage, she was just Aurea. Just like he was just Morgan and that's more than alright for her. Looking sideways at him she offers a soft, genuine smile. It's something they both need, a reminder that there's more to titles and what people perceived them to be. The terrain of the wilds had a way of breaking you down to instincts and while there's weren't the same, she knows at his core, Morgan's a hunter of sorts, too. "Are you doing alright?" It's a genuine question and concern crosses her features before she's looking off further up the path, trying not to let her worry be so apparent. "I imagine you've got all sorts of fun in the bay." It's hopeful, there isn't a single friend she doesn't want the best for and she knows settling somewhere new isn't easy.

[thenixkat]

Animorphs notes: Megamorphs 2

Megamorphs 2

Marco 1

Saw something on the news and mentioned it to the others leading to everyone in a storm trying to breathe in dolphin morph

Of course its not like sharks need to breath air and might be better in some cases

Marco uses humor to cope

Rainy day

So why are the animorphs getting involved with a sunken nuclear sub?

Marco wants to go out of his way to save people again.

Him and Rachel are like the most likely on the team to become superheros

Or they could put their stuff in a bag and bury it on the beach instead of putting things in the trash?

How exactly do these guys plan on rescuing people?

Cassie 1

Everybody morphs dolphin

They find the sub

Jake 1

Ah yes the plan to kidnap an officer. Totally would have no negative reprocussions

Can’t just act in a weird and obvious manner to direct people to the sub

Sometimes dolphins help people, sometimes dolphins kill people. Its a rulette game as to whichever a dolphin is more interested in at the moment

The writter makes a comment on war and nukes

A nuke goes off and instead of being vaporised by the light the kids get transported through time and space for some reason

Rachel 1

One of these days a kid is gonna get trapped in morph when they’re uncoincious

Cassie’s the only one who had any injuries from the fucking nuke going off

Why is there a volcano over there? There shouldn’t be volcanoes where they are

Rachel watches the Magic Schoolbus

That’s not how plesiosaurs work and you could never mistake them for a whale even with sonar

Ax is smug about those not being whales

Tobias 1

Why the hell are fucking plesiosaurs intered in them in the first place?

Tobias got vored by something big enough to swallow a 10ft at least dolphin whole

This is causing me pain

Rachel got vored by something that can fit 2 ten or so foot dolphins inside its stomach

Looked it up and yeah no, plesiosaurs were def known to not have flexible necks by the time this was written

No that can’t be an ichthyosaur b/c they’re gone by this point in the Cretaceous and the on ly ones that big were likely FILTER FUCKING FEEDERS

Random ass gulper eel dolphin sea monster

Rachel decides that morphing is the best idea in the stomach

Tobias morphs too

Jake 2

Ax doesnt get to have a turn yet what a surprise

Cassie says they should try to rescue Rachel and Tobias, Jake says thats a fucking dumb idea and he’s right

Jake is pissed at people getting themselves eaten and Cassie coming up with dumb fucking idea

There should actually be some seagull like dinosaurs but I think those were discovered much later than these were written

Kids finally put 2 and 2 together and realized that they aint in Kansas anymore

They havent actually put togther the gone back in time bit yet

Jake and the writer seem to be under the impression that dolphins have no natural defenses

They are almost there in realizing what happened

Cassie 2

Still no fucking Ax narration

THESE KIDS ARE REALLY FUCKING DUMB

Sauropods did not leave elephant like foot prints. At all

Nope not figured it out yet

Cassie, you should know that whales can’t swallow whole full gown dolphins

Cassie almost gets eaten by a crocodilian and these kids still haven’t fucking figured it out

Wait a minute. Grass doesn’t exist in this time period

Also Cassie should know better. Herbivores can and will fuck you up with little provication

They finally figured it out

I see we have movie monster Tyrannosaurs

Rachel 2

Wow Ax really doesnt have any rights does he?

...that’s not how anatomy

Bears are not herder to digest than dolphins

This is hurting ,me

Tobias everything you said aside from the hadrosaurs was pure bullshit

Rachel thinks the dinosaur angle is rediculous

Tobias 2

Tobias you have a fucking hork-bajir morph you utter dumbass

Wow Tobias is bad at morphing, he can’t even get rid of his injuries

Tobias gets to be extra useless and cause Rac hel pain by haveing to perch on her

Grass doesnt exist in this time period

There was a gradual decline in the late Cretaceous of nonavien dinosaurs, the asteroid was the last nail in the coffin

T. rex was just another animal not not much more dangerous than say a lion, just bigger

Marco 2

Ax doesnt get to narrate I guess

There is no reason for the tyrannosaur to be chasing them it just made a fucking kill

They aren’t even the right size to be worth the fucking effort either

Marco almost gets eaten and is saved by Ax who papercuts the thing to death

Ax 1

Yeaaaah Ax vs Tyrannosaur should not end in victory for Ax

I flatout don’t belive this rediculousness and my suspension of disbelife died several chapters ago

Ax is fucking shook that worked

Ok good Ax was very very fucking lucky that worked and not gonna try that again

No, Ax, no that is not scientificly possible b/c theres no fucking dna in the fucking fossiles they are bone and other shit shaped rocks

When the fuck did Cassie get any survival skills? Did she decide to brush up after the Karen incident

Well we have ‘I will survive this with or without you’!Cassie today

Yall could actually morph Ax and have your own andalite tails. Or fucking morph hork-bajir

Rachel 3

Grass still doesnt exist yet

At no point did rachel think to escue some modesty and make wraps for her feet

Rachel suggests that Tobias morph human, even perminatly

He is very shit at morphing 

I guess he expects that he’s got days to live as a wounded bird over anything else he could fucking morph

Rachel refuses to fucking make it known that she’s suffering

In what fucking world does that description matach a triceratops

Also deinonychus, not around at the end of the cretaceous

Deinonychus is about almost 3 ft tall at hip and a ft longer than that

Naked ass ones at that

Them going after them at least makes sense

Cassie 3

Camping and eating tyrannosaur meat

Gonna sleep in shifts

People keep forgetting that they have hork-bajir morphs which are amazing and also that they could just aquire Ax

Tobias 3

Nothing about the majority of large dromaeosaurs suggests that they’re fast. The opposite actually. Ambush predators not chasers.

Tobias and Rachel split up

Tobias and the writers forgot about wing assisted incline running and the fact that raptors can fucking climb if the have to

Tobias drops on one and aquires it

Tobias 4?

This is going with the not-dynonicus being diurnal for some reason

Tobias lost control of the morph and will probably attack Rachel

Jake 3

The rock that was the final nail for the dinos is estableshed bvery firmly\

Stampede

And a nother tyrannosaur

Jake trips and falls when it matters most

Rachel 4

Tobias is really serious about not identifying as human

Rachel tries to reach him over smashing the lead raptor

Jake 4

Jake gets vored by the tyrannosaur whole even tho it was already eating bigger more interesting prey

Jake aquires the thing and starts morphing imediately

That tyrannosaur broke its fucking tail

Everyone aquires the injured dinosaur

Marco 3

Marcos not happy and everyone misses Rachel

More travel

Ax says the flash of light that started the stampede was artifical

Did Ax just say he can see ultraviolet and infrared

They find an alien city

Tobias 5

Tobias is bitching about Rachel still being mad that he gutted her

Neither of them are healing their injuries for no good reason

Ew, Tobias gross.

Rachel has a raptor morph now

Rachel isn’t a coherent person when hrungy and tired

Why are there coconut trees? They dont exist yet

Rachel eats a not coconut

No. That is not a fucking spinosaurus. Spino is fucking African and didn’t live at the same time as T.rex

Tobias metally calls Rachel stupid

Rachel 5

This is really fucking poorly reserched

And lo an alien:

And that's when I noticed the other creature step smoothly out from the

bushes.

It walked on two legs. It was rough-textured, like it had really chapped

skin. It was reddish in color. It had two big eyes and a small mouth,

all of the same reddish-rust hue. It stood about eight feet tall. It was

carrying a weapon.

The creature gazed curiously at us with what seemed to be eyes, although

they were mere indentations in its face. From its head a pair of

antennae, flexible as whips, grew and began waving toward us.

The alien calls dibs on the dinosaurs and speaks Fucking English

The nesk

The nesk is a pile of antlike creatures

Anmd really Rachel just fucking escalate things to outright violence

Cassie 4

Cassie suggests that they just go see who the aliens are

And that Jake stay behind b/c she doesnt want to loose more people

The alien city:

We flew toward the shining city in the valley. With osprey eyes I could see much more clearly. I saw buildings that rose in steep, smooth sweeps, like they'd grown from the bedrock. Windows were stuck in odd locations, some aiming out, others more like skylights. And there were fields planted with green and arranged in neat circles instead of rows.

The aliens themselves:

As we got closer, I could see creatures of some sort. They looked a little like large - very large - crabs. Only with shells in a wild array of colors, deep blue, spring green, orange. And while on one side there was something very much like a large pincer, on the other side there was a pair of hands.

Crab people

TRhe kids are attacked by naked pterosaurs

Tobias 6

Wow its almost like starting a fight with an unknown party can go wrong

The ship:

The ground beside me exploded, like it had been ripped by an invisible

plow. I jumped. Another plow mark just behind me! I saw movement. And

there, racing toward us across the plain, was a gleaming, silver craft.

Maybe twice the size of a Bug fighter, but shaped like an elongated

pyramid, long end forward.

The nesk herd Rachel and Tobias away from their claimed territory

Ah they’re falling over the cliff of the mercora city

Jake 5

Daring mid air antics and the team is reunited

Also a force field wich is smart\

Ax is tired of having to be the info guy

At least its not a killer forcefield like the kind that yeerks use

The mercora introduce themselves

Ax 2

Ax and his andalite bullshit

More of the mercora:

There were three of the creatures. They moved upon seven legs. Four on

one side, three on the other. To make matters worse, the four

legs were larger than the three. So they scuttled sideways in the

direction of the small legs.

They stood about half the height of a tall human, and seven or eight

feet wide.

On the side with the four big legs, there was a sort of three-way pincer

claw. It looked very powerful. It looked like the sort of thing I would

not want to have to fight against.

On the other side, the weak side, there were two arms similar to my own,

but even stronger than human arms. The arms ended in long, tapered,

delicate fingers.

There were a lot of eyes. They kept opening and shutting, one or two or

three at a time. They were each hidden beneath tiny trap doors in the

Mercora's exoskeleton or shell. Eyes were forever appearing and

disappearing. It was very, very distracting.

Which is a cool design

They talk in thought speak

Just b/c humans in the future don’t know about the mercora doesnt mean they left or were destroy you dumb fucks

Marco 4

The mercora healed Tobias, gave everyone food, a place to stay and even offered to make them soem clothes

The crabs wear clothing or at least make it

And they have force field furniture

Also that’s not how broccli works

Marco makes a vore joke about the mecora

Really Cassie?

The mercora are herbivores

All you have is the mecoras’ word on that and they are in direct conflict with the nesk 

And so what if they’re scavengers?

Very rarely but sometimes Cassie has a valid point

Ax 3

Ax is still kinda specist

Hmm I wonder why the mercora aprove? Its not like they can have an alterior motive here

And the mercora are going to help

Ax is very lonely in genera;

Cassie 5

The writers are fucking awesomebros

And they can’t control the morphs

Cassie gets wounded by a ceratopsian

Jake 6 

What? We were just with Cassie oh forget it

Jake is suicidally confidant that Cassie wouldn’t eat him

Apparently Jake is right

Cassie freaks out

Ax 3

Tobias keeps being wrong.

The nesk have thought speak detectors

Tobias 7

They group steal an explosive and destroy the nesk ships

Rachel 6

The nesk retaliate very effectively

Ax calls for back up 

TRachel throws herself around to draw away fire from the others

The mercora attempt a rescue and loose a ship

Culture:

The Mercora saucer picked us up, us and our little nuke. But they were a

grim, depressed bunch of aliens. It was hard to tell at first. But then

I noticed that each of them was minus one of their smaller legs. There

were just oozing stumps.

"What happened to your legs?" I asked. But even as the words were out of

my mouth, I saw the limbs in the corner. They were laid out on a

brightly colored cloth which was draped over a shelf. There was

something ceremonial about it. Almost religious.

<Can you explain the meaning of this?> Ax asked politely.

<We must make the sacrifice of pain. The legs will regenerate, but those

we honor will not,> the Mercora pilot said. <This is a symbol. It speaks

to our spirit's pain, by echoing it in physical pain.>

"They did this for the Mercora who were in the other ship?" Jake asked.

<For those who were in both ships,> the pilot said. <To be killed is a

sadness. To kill is a sin.>

Jake says the they owe the mercora for saving them

Fuck you Tobias

Tobias 8

Tobias this is premeditated murder

The nesk have decided to leave the earth

The mercora claim that the nesk altered the path of the meteor

They want to use the bomb to save themselves

Cassie 6

Fuck you Tobias

You need to be held accountable for this shit

Its almost like the vast majority of things to ever live never leave any fucking fossils you nit

This bastard is really trying to justify himself like this is anyway defensible

Fuck you Tobias, you get to join Cassie and Jake in the bin of fucking terrible people

Jake 7

Oh what you little bitch babies can’t handle the consequences?

Tobias deserves his unhappines and eventual death

Cassie 7

Cassie at least decides to bear witness to their crime

CVassie saw the time pass

No good reason given why they can’t retain those morphs

Tobias needs to pay for his shit

[drspencerweed]

Revelations is the worst because it's just like. you know after that episode spencer is never the same. you go into it with spencer seeming pretty confident, he's been through some shit, but he's out with the team and he's happy and he's on top of his game. and then the rug gets pulled out from under him.

[jakei95]

My dog Tobias passed away. He was diagnosed with cancer last week, vet said that even with treatments or amputations, his life was not going to be comfortable at all, and we didn’t want him to suffer anymore. Tobi was my very first dog. He joined my family since he was just a 1 month old puppy. It feels really weird and devastating losing him all of a sudden. What it’s more frustrating, is that I couldn’t be with him since I officialy moved to Chile 3 years ago, and due to Covid and flight restrictions, it was impossible for me for at least see him and pet him one last time before the diagnosis. Fortunately, my parents and siblings gave him all the love he deserved and made him company until his last breath.

I was curious to know if he could still recognize me when I would finally be able to go to Colombia, but I will only find his ashes inside a box... That thought is breaking me inside, this is my only way to say goodbye. I know these things are inevitable, but it’s really hard to accept he’s gone... I’ll miss him a lot.

[radiant-reid]

Touched starved

It was no secret this case had been extra hard on Spencer. Even Y/n, the newest member of the team, knew some bad things happened when he was kidnapped by Tobias Hankel. Most of the details were covered up though.

Spencer didn’t talk about it much. Only a few words when he felt strong enough. With having only been at the BAU for two years Y/n knew the least of what happened. 

Then again, she was a profiler. She could tell this case was having a more-than-usual bad effect on Spencer. 

It was because of the parallels, she figured. This unsub had been kidnapping and torturing victims. Having to solve it and, more importantly, knowing there was someone out there just like him, was hard on Spencer. 

His brain almost didn’t work as it ran constant flashbacks of what Hankel did to him. Like a horror movie with no ending. 

Everyone noticed, not just Y/n.

She just didn’t understand why they wouldn’t help him. They were all far closer to him than Y/n was. Prentiss, Morgan and JJ didn’t seem to be doing anything to help him but Y/n just felt like she couldn’t let him suffer in silence. She knew Garcia had tried to ask him how he was on the phone but there was only so much she could do from so far away. It wasn’t any of the team's fault though, they knew how Spencer operated.

That was how she found herself outside his hotel room on the 3rd night of the case. After seeing his condition slowly deteriorate throughout the hours they’d been on the case, she couldn’t just sit by. So dressed in a hoodie and sweatpants, she knocked on his door. 

“Y/n... what are you doing here?” Spencer asked as he opened the door to see who it was. It was very obvious that in the 4 hours since Hotch had sent them to get some rest, Spencer had not slept a second. 

“I...” Y/n didn’t actually know how to answer his question. Instead, she just walked into his hotel room which caused him a lot of confusion. The puzzled look on his face didn’t stop. “I’m here for you, Spence.” She told him as she sat on his bed. 

“Obviously, you’re in my room but I don’t understand why.” He replied. His brows were furrowed and his arms crossed across his chest. At least he’d changed into a hoodie and pants. Y/n didn’t think she’d ever seen him in a hoodie. 

“Come here.” She instructed and he obliged, walking over to her so he was at the foot of the bed. “I’m here so you can have someone to talk to. Or not to talk to.” She explained. He still, very obviously, didn’t understand. “You haven’t stopped working on this case for almost 72 hours straight, that’s unhealthy. Now, you’re going to relax and just stop thinking about it.” 

Spencer huffed out a sigh. “I can’t just stop thinking about it.”

“Why?” 

“There’s someone out there who can’t stop thinking about it. He’s scared, terrified. And he’s just hoping that we can save him. But everything is telling him that there’s no one left. That they’re going to get there and be left with just his body.” Spencer hunched over as he talked, feeling as small as he looked. Tears were forming in his eyes and he was desperately fighting them. “I can’t stop working on this because we need to find out where he is. I can’t stop working on this because he can’t stop thinking about it. He’s living through the torture but he’s going to give up and want to give in to death.”

“What happened, Spencer?” Y/n softly asked as the tears started spilling down his cheeks. 

He just stood there blankly. “I can’t.” He sobbed out. 

Y/n knew about his aversion to hugs but she pulled him in for one, wrapping her arms around his slender waist. To her surprise, he leant into the embrace. 

They stayed like that for a while before she pulled back, picking up his hand. She moved back so she was sitting against the headboard and pulled Spencer over, patting her lap. He didn’t even give a second thought to lay his head on her lap. His brain could almost stop spinning as he laid there. 

Y/n moved her hand to his hair, threading it through her fingers. It was remarkably soft and fluffy. 

“What happened to you, Spence?” She asked him again. 

With tears still streaming out his eyes he could answer. “It hurt so much, Y/n. He wouldn’t stop it, no matter how much I begged. I was so helpless there.” He choked out, in a broken sentence due to his heavy breathing. 

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m right here.” Y/n comforted again. She tested out the boundaries by running her hand over his cheek and when he leant into her hand she continued to brush the tears off his cheek. “Let it all out.”

“I couldn’t do anything!” Spencer cried. It was the most painful sound she’d ever heard. Someone so composed and always perfect falling apart. He was broken. “I just sat there while he beat me. I can still feel it. When I close my eyes sometimes I see him. It’s so stupid because I know, scientifically, I’m experiencing PTSD but sometimes I feel all the walls coming down on me.”

Y/n’s heart broke for him. “Spencer, it’s not stupid.” He cried even harder at that. 

“I just need to crack the case and save him, Y/n. I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t.”

Y/n moved her hand to rub his back. “I know you feel that way.” She didn’t really know what to say to comfort him. He was so often the one helping everyone else out. 

“I feel so silly for still being scared too.” He mentioned. 

“Oh, Spence, it’s okay. Hankel is dead and you’re safe now.” She soothed him, still rubbing circles in his back.

He was still bawling his eyes out, feeling unbearable sadness. “I know that. But I still see him and I can still remember every second of it.”

“You didn’t deserve any of that.” She told him firmly. “He was sick, I know you know that. You went through the worst things imaginable and you’re so strong.”

He lightly nodded. “Will it get better?”

“Yes, if you keep talking about it. To anyone. JJ?” Y/n suggested. 

“I like talking to you.” He mentioned it, quieter than before. Y/n could finally smile at that. Despite everything, Spencer was still so kind. 

“Good.” She told him as she moved her hand back to his hair. “I could see it was getting to you. With all the similarities in him drugging and abusing his victims. I can’t imagine what you went through but I’m so proud of you.” She continued, meaning every word she told him. 

The tears had stopped coming so fast now. They were still constant but a weaker flow. “I just felt so helpless when I was there.”

Y/n almost chuckled at that. “Spencer, from what I’ve heard you were the one who told the team how to find you. I think you were so brave and I know they’re all so proud of you.” She told him. 

“Thank you.” He murmured as he moved his head in her lap. She continued to comb through his hair. 

They stayed in the exact position for a while. Until, eventually, the tears stopped. 

Spencer then sat up. His cheeks were flushed red as he made eye contact with Y/n. “I’m sorry I completely freaked out.” He nervously rambled out an apology. 

Y/n couldn’t have shaken her head faster. “Spencer Reid, you don’t have to be sorry for anything. Everyone needs someone to talk to.”

“I’ve got to save him, Y/n,” Spencer told her as he moved to get up off the bed, no doubt to go to his makeshift workspace. 

Instead, Y/n tugged on his arm, not letting him move. “I know you’ve got to, Spence. But you can’t do that if you haven’t slept or relaxed in days.” She informed him. He was smart enough, and he had read at least 300 articles on the importance of sleep, to not argue with her. 

“Okay, I’ll sleep. Thanks for coming to see me.” He told her, trying to get her out of the room. 

Y/n noticed. “I don’t think so. You’re stuck with me for the night, buddy.” She told him as she pattered her lap again. 

He looked like he was thinking about putting his head on it but he stopped. “Then you won’t sleep.” He realised.

“Okay then,” Y/n said as she pulled the covers of his bed up and got in. “I hope you’re okay with cuddling.” She was a little worried he wouldn’t be into it, just because of his germaphobic nature. But her worries subsided when he got in next to her and quickly put his head on her chest, 

Y/n moved so she was lying flat on her back with her head on a pillow. Spencer put his own head on her chest and wrapped his arms around her waist like a baby koala would its mother. 

She moved her arm so she could wrap it around Spencer’s torso and pull him closed but he stopped her. “Can you, uh... could you do it to my, um, hair?” He nervously asked. 

Happy to oblige, Y/n moved her hand to his hair and started to run her fingers through it. “If you just want to lie here it’s fine but we can talk too.” She offered him, still unsure of what he needed. Spencer was so used to closing up that he decided to go against what his brain was telling him. 

“My parents,’ He started, “When I was little we didn’t really do touching... no one’s ever hugged me like this.” The thought of a little kid Spencer not getting hugged broke Y/n’s heart again. 

“Is this okay?” She asked, cautious of where his boundaries might lie. 

“Yes.” He hurriedly answered, not wanting her to stop for a second. “I like it. I just didn’t get hugs as a kid from anyone. And as I grew up I learnt more about germs and figured that’s why my parents repealed me.” He spoke slowly and softly like he was half asleep. Maybe he was. “But I like this. It makes me feel better.” He figured. 

“That’s good.” Y/n hummed. “I’m always here for you if you want to talk or just cuddle.” She told him. 

The smile she could feel against her chest warmed her heart. “I’d like that and please don’t stop stroking my hair.” 

She smiled at that. “I won’t.” She meant it as she leant down to place a kiss on his forehead.

[ottogatto]

Do you hc that Snape didn’t know and then wouldn’t admit to himself that he suffered "abuse" from his father, and lots of other people (other than his school bullies whom Snape doesn’t have difficulty seeing as abusers)?

Do you hc him oddly trying to justify that what his father did wasn’t that big of a deal, or that he deserved it for whatever reason Snape comes up with, or that you can’t judge him like that because they were living in poor conditions and Tobias had his issues, etc?

(When we defend a victim of abuse, it often involves making the person understand that they are a victim of abuse, and nothing justifies what they are suffering. I think it’s a defense mechanism: it’s too hard to think that one is suffering unfairly, that it’s excessive, and it can become extremely humiliating to admit "I was a victim".)