#child proofing firearms

[mcntsee]

— ★ aim

↳ Summary: Spencer’s nerves are on edge as he anticipates his upcoming firearms qualification exam, yet he remains staunchly resistant to seeking assistance from the one individual who likely holds the key to his success.

↳ Warnings: Self-doubt, anxiety, like one cuss word, firearms, shooting, not proof read and i think that’s it?

↳ Note: This is a reader insert, but, as requested, they call reader “zero” (and “y/n” once.)

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“You could always ask her.”

His eyes trailed Rossi’s hand movement. With a precision akin to a hawk’s hunt, his gaze darted from one point to another until it alighted upon the focal point of Rossi’s gesture: her, standing ethereal and captivating amidst the ordinary backdrop of the office.

“Absolutely not.”

“Kid—“

“—No, Rossi. I’m not asking her to train me as if I were a child.”

With a sigh, Rossi’s hand fell from its previous position, surrender evident in the way both hands rose shortly after in the universal gesture of concession. Under his breath, he muttered something that seemed to insinuate Spencer's immaturity and something else about a crush.

As Rossi turned to leave, Spencer’s gaze instinctively gravitated back to her form, lingering just a beat longer than intended. He seemed ensnared in a trance, only snapping out of it when she turned, locking eyes with him. Her hand lifted in a gentle wave, a soft smile playing on her lips.

Flushed with embarrassment at being caught, his cheeks tinted crimson as he too lifted his hand in a shy wave, mirroring her gesture with a smile of his own.

Days had slipped by since his latest, unsuccessful venture at the shooting range. The higher-ups had been incessantly pressing him to pass the test, but despite their relentless prodding, his aim simply refused to cooperate.

He had spent weeks down at the shooting range, seeking assistance from anyone willing to help him hone his shooting skills. However, conspicuously absent from the list of helpers was her because, of course, Spencer refused to ask.

Lost in his own thoughts, his head snapped up at the sound of heels clicking against the ground, drawing nearer in his direction. “Brainiac!”

“Zero.”

"What's troubling that pretty little head of yours?" she inquired, her voice laced with curiosity as she finally reached him.

He quickly shook his head, feigning ignorance, and assured her that he had no idea what she was talking about. She stood there, her eyebrow raised in a questioning look, before releasing a sigh and uncrossing her arms. “Well—“

She swiftly turned, her hands reaching behind to grip the edge of his desk as she lowered herself onto its edge, mindful not to disturb any of his files. With a graceful movement, she crossed one leg over the other, settling comfortably into her impromptu perch. “Morgan and I are planning to hit the shooting range that’s like forty minutes away. Would you be interested in joining us?”

“Why the sudden trip to the shooting range?”

“Morgan’s been boasting about his shooting skills for too long. I thought I’d humble him a bit, but having an impartial referee there wouldn’t hurt.”

Of course Morgan is. With a sigh, he quickly scanned his desk, searching in vain for an excuse to decline her invitation. “Come on, genius. Don’t you want to witness Derek getting humbled?” she teased, a playful glint in her eye.

And that’s precisely how all three of them wound up at the shooting range, forty minutes away from the safety of his desk back at work.

"Boom!" Derek exclaimed, prompting an eye-roll from her– a gesture that seemed to have become a routine in the past hour.

“Beat that.”

“You know I will, Derek.”

Derek extended his arm in a challenging gesture, a silent “go ahead” for her. She carefully placed her sniper rifle on the ground before assuming a prone position, her left side facing the target. She gripped the rifle with her left hand on the grip, supporting its weight. “All talk and no show, zero?”

She then adjusted the stock against her left shoulder, while her eye was brought close to the scope for a clear view. Simultaneously, she positioned her right hand on the fore end for additional support.

With her cheek firmly against the stock, she started taking controlled breaths, aligning the scope.

“You take too long.”

"Shut it, Morgan," Spencer’s voice sliced through the air from behind them, a reminder of his reluctant presence. Though he harbored some regret for being there at all, he also recognized the potential to glean valuable insights from this impromptu activity their coworkers had decided to partake in.

A collective silence fell as they observed her, noting the deliberate inhalation and gradual exhale. In the stillness, she squeezed the trigger smoothly with her left index finger, the controlled precision of the motion echoing through the shooting range.

“Smashed it, didn’t I, Morgan?”

Before Derek could respond, the buzz of their phones reverberated in their pockets. Spencer, being the only one without anything in his hands, swiftly retrieved his phone to check the notification.

"We have to go," he declared, a pleased yet discreet smile adorning his face, evident since the moment her shot hit the target. "New case in Richmond," he announced, quickly displaying the screen of his phone to them before returning it to his pocket.

Spencer watched as Derek’s hand extended downward to help her up, but just as she reached for it, Derek swiftly withdrew his hand, laughing as he started to walk away.

With a shake of his head, Spencer swiftly extended his hand to help her up from the prone position on the ground where she had been lying to take the shot. Unlike Derek, he actually helped her up. “He is such a sore loser,” she began, dusting herself off. “That he is,” Spencer agreed, chuckling at her remark. With a smile, they joined Derek as he made his way to the car.

Once they reached the SUV, they quickly stowed their equipment in the trunk, with Derek and Spencer settling into the front seats while she climbed into the back, flopping down with an audible sigh of exhaustion. “At least it’s not a long drive.”

They spent most of the drive engaged in lively discussion about the case, brainstorming various motives for the murders and playfully wagering on the most absurd profiles they could concoct with the limited information available.

As they settled into a lull, the car filled with the melody of music and the occasional navigation directive to Morgan. Suddenly, she sat up, her annoyance evident as she glanced at her phone, emitting a frustrated huff that didn't escape Spencer's notice through the rearview mirror. “What is it?”

He waited in silence as she tapped away on her phone, observing as she eventually locked it and tossed it onto the seat beside her. "I have to take the firearms qualification exam," she announced, “It doesn’t make sense. I’m the best sniper the BAU has. They shouldn’t need to keep testing me every year.”

“Well, it does make sense. The exam is essential for maintaining proficiency, ensuring safety, compliance with standards, adapting to changes in technology and tactics, and mitigating legal liabilities.”

With a sigh, she leaned back in her seat, letting out a drawn-out“I know.” and Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle at her melodramatic response. “When are you guys taking yours?”

“Oh, I already did, sweetheart.”

“What? When?”

“Two weeks ago. I went with Hotch.”

Spencer remained silent, anxiety tightening its grip on him as the weight of the impending exam settled on him. “Spence?”

Her voice jolted him back to the present, and Spencer swiveled his upper body to meet her gaze. "I'm scheduled for next Wednesday.” And just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, she dropped the bombshell that she would schedule hers for the same day.

“That way we can take it together!”

His only response was a tight-lipped smile and quick nod before he turned back around to face the road. Anxiety crepping back in, but now, he not only had to worry about passing the exam but also about not embarrassing himself in front of her.

The car lingered in silence for a while longer following their conversation. Usually, Spencer enjoyed the peace and quiet, but now it felt suffocating, as the only sound permeating the air was the cacophony of insecure voices echoing in his mind.

“Y/n?”

“Spencer.”

“Why Zero?”

Despite knowing the answer, Spencer couldn't bear the silence any longer. He posed a seemingly trivial question, hoping it would prompt her to continue talking for the remainder of the drive and drown out the incessant voices in his head.

“It was my call sign back in the military.”

Well, that wasn't the type of answer he was hoping for. He had anticipated a more elaborate narrative, maybe a glimpse into her military days—something that would keep her talking for longer. Instead, all he got was a generic response. Great.

“I know, but why “zero”?”

“Guess.”

"Well," he began, contemplating why ‘Zero’ might have become her call sign, “I know the term “zero” originated from the idea that a sniper’s goal is to achieve “zero error” when taking a shot, meaning they aim to hit the target precisely.”

His gaze darted to the rearview mirror, meeting her eyes that were already fixed on him, nodding along encouragingly for him to continue. "Uhm, 'zero' could also signify a sniper's ability to effectively neutralize threats, reducing them to 'zero' or nothing," he added, his voice gaining confidence as he elaborated on his observation.

“Go on.”

“Snipers often operate clandestinely behind enemy lines, gathering intelligence and surveilling enemy movements,” he continued, noting the little chuckle that escaped her lips, a bright smile illuminating her face as she gestured with her hands in encouragement for him to continue. “In that context, ‘Zero’ could signify the ability to remain undetected or ‘zeroed’ in on the targets without being noticed.”

As he finished, she leaned forward, her hands gently patting his shoulders. "Those were really good guesses," she praised, a genuine smile gracing her lips. “but, no.”

Now he was genuinely curious. The voices in his head having long since quieted, as his intrigue grew with each passing second. “Then why?”

“Do you know what “zeroing in” means for snipers?”

His gaze lingered on hers for a moment longer before he lowered it to think about the term. “Yes,” he began, “it’s the process of adjusting the scope to ensure that the bullet’s point of impact aligns precisely with the crosshairs or reticle at a given distance.”

“Yup.”

“Is that it then?”

As he allowed his gaze to return to hers, he couldn’t help but notice the faint blush that now colored her cheeks. “Kind of,” she replied softly.

His eyebrow rose in question, his expression expectant as he silently urged her to elaborate on what she meant by that statement.

"When I first joined the military, I struggled with my aim and had a tough time adjusting my scope properly," she explained, her voice quieter than usual, the blush on her cheeks now more prominent than before she started speaking. "My friends started calling me 'Zero' as a playful way to tease me about it."

Before Spencer had a chance to respond, Morgan voiced the same question that had formed on his mind. “You had bad aim?”

“Terrible.”

Morgan and her continued their conversation, their voices fading into the background as Spencer's attention turned inward. The voices in his head, once a source of anxiety, now offered reassurance. Perhaps reaching out to her for assistance before his exam might not be as absurd as he had initially imagined.

* ੈ✩‧₊˚

The case had been straightforward—a series of disappearances in a small town stemming from a feud between two families. Innocent civilians becoming collateral damage in a game of power and revenge.

It had taken the team longer than expected but not long enough for Spencer to have to reschedule his test. He had two days to somehow improve his aim and despite his efforts, he still struggled to grasp what he was doing wrong.

“Brainiac!”

His head, which had been previously buried against his desk in frustration, snapped up as her voice reached his ears.

“Are you alright?”

He swiftly smoothed down his hair, which he had been tugging at in desperation, before turning around to face the direction from which the voice had come, meeting her gaze head-on. “Uh, yeah. What’s up?”

Her gaze lingered on his face for a moment, her eyes scanning his features as if trying to decipher his thoughts before ultimately relenting. “Want to come down to the shooting range with me?” she asked, extending the invitation with a faint smile.

“Why?”

“I would like to practice before the test.”

Might as well, he thought. With a nod, he swiftly gathered his belongings, stowing them away in his satchel before trailing after her as she made her way to the elevator.

Once there, she unlocked the door, retrieving two sets of earmuffs and handing one to him before heading towards one of the multiple shooting stalls.

He watched as she reached for the gun securely nestled in the holster on her hip. With deliberate movements, she brought it in front of her, assuming a steady stance with her feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and weight evenly distributed between both feet.

As her upper body gradually relaxed, her grip tightened on the gun. With precision, she aimed at the paper target, taking a couple of steady breaths before firing. Each shot rang out, hitting the target with unerring accuracy.

After firing her last shot, she swiftly engaged the safety on the firearm and ejected the empty magazine from the gun. She deftly retrieved a fresh magazine from the shelf behind them and smoothly inserted it into the magazine well, the satisfying click signaling its secure placement as she turned around to face him. “Your turn.”

He shook his head in denial, but before he could voice his objections, she placed the gun in his hand and gently nudged him forward, stepping back to give him space.

He felt his shoulders drop in defeat as he slowly reached up to unhook the strap of his satchel from across his body, pulling it over his head with a heavy sigh before letting the bag drop to the ground.

He shook his shoulders and arms, attempting to release the tension that had built up within them as he made his way towards the stall. Once there, he brought the gun up in front of him, closing one eye as he took careful aim at the target.

After a couple of deep breaths, he steadied himself, his index finger applying pressure to the trigger. His eyes closed for a brief moment as the shot rang out, causing his arms to instinctively rise slightly from the recoil of the bullet being fired.

As he lowered the gun, his eyes quickly sought out the hole he had created on the target, knowing all too well that, as usual, it was the only hole that had not landed inside the outline of the man.

With a frustrated groan, he took the earmuffs off and re-engaged the safety before turning towards her, extending the gun for her to take. "I'm going to fail," he admitted with a heavy sigh, his frustration evident in his tone.

Her eyes followed his movements as her hand came up to remove her own earmuffs. With a gentle smile, she reached out and pushed his extended hand back towards him. “You won’t,” she assured him.

Hearing her words only fueled his frustration, igniting a spark of anger within him. “I am. I keep missing the target.” he retorted, his tone laced with frustration. She shook her head and gently placed her hands on his shoulders, forcing his body to turn back around to face the target.

“Get into position again.”

He attempted to move away from her, but her grip tightened on his shoulders, anchoring him in place. Her hand gently lifted his chin, guiding his gaze to meet hers. In her eyes, he saw a pleading expression, coupled with an encouraging nod, urging him not to give up. “Don’t shoot, just get back into position.”

Reluctantly, he brought the gun back up in front of him as soon as she released his face and waited for further instruction.

Slowly, she shifted from her previous position after instructing him to hold his stance. Moving behind him, she asked for permission to touch him and adjust his posture. With a nod of assent from him, he felt her hands grasp his hips, gently guiding the right side forward. “Your hips should be parallel to each other,” she explained, her voice calm and reassuring, “not twisted or turned to one side.”

Then, he felt her foot tap his. "For your feet," she began as she gently nudged his left foot with hers, "you want to stand with them about shoulder-width apart." Once she positioned his left foot, she tapped his other foot, silently prompting him to adjust it. "This width provides a stable base for shooting."

After he correctly positioned his right foot, she moved to a spot where he could see her without having to adjust his stance. "How's your balance?" she inquired, and he felt his cheeks redden in embarrassment. "Not very good.”

With a nod, she returned to her position behind him. "Try placing more weight on your heels rather than the balls of your feet," she advised. He followed her instruction, adjusting slightly until he felt stable enough in his stance.

After a moment of silence, he felt her cold hand press against the sides of his neck, gently massaging the tension away. "You want your neck to be relaxed and comfortable," she explained softly, her touch soothing, "not strained or tense." Her thumbs applied a bit more pressure to a tense spot just below his skull. "Keep it in a natural position, not too stiff or leaning forward too much."

His eyes closed at the sensation, feeling his neck gradually relax under her skilled touch. "This way, you can move head freely to aim at the target," she explained, her hands ceasing their movement and slowly trailing down to his shoulders, "without any discomfort or restriction."

Her hand gently tightened on his shoulders before releasing, adjusting them slightly so they were aligned straight ahead towards where he was aiming. "You want them to be squared with the target.”

He felt her move to his side, her hands leaving his shoulders behind as they came up to grasp his arm. "Don't completely lock out your arms," she instructed gently. Without moving his body, he shifted his gaze to find her figure, scanning her face before lowering his eyes to where her hands were adjusting his arms. "Keep a slight bend in the elbows to absorb recoil and maintain control over the firearm."

His eyes returned to her face, watching intently as she looked him up and down, analyzing his new stance with a thoughtful expression.

After a couple of seconds, her eyes found his, and she smiled, giving him a reassuring nod. Stepping forward, she continued, "Your grip on the gun should be firm but not overly tight." She then picked up the earmuffs that rested on his shoulders and placed them over his ears before doing the same with hers.

With one last reassuring smile, she stepped back behind him, close enough for him to hear her but far enough to not disturb him, allowing him to focus on his shooting.

“Safety.” His thumb moved sideways on the gun, sliding the safety lever into the “off” position with a satisfying click.

“Clear your mind. Breath.” He mimicked the same breathing technique he had seen her do countless times before. With each inhale through his nose and exhale through his mouth, he felt the tension slowly dissipate, clearing his mind of distractions until he finally felt ready.

“Lock in on the target.” His eyes fixated on the target, his gaze penetrating through the sights of the firearm as he visualized the desired point of impact, mentally mapping the trajectory of the shot. “And remember to follow through, Spence.”

With those last words, she stepped back, giving him more room as his index finger rested lightly on the trigger. With one last exhale, he applied pressure to the trigger, the shot ringing out once more as he focused on his aim and followed through with precision.

He remained in position for a moment longer, his focus unwavering as he resisted the urge to shift his gaze to find where the bullet hit. Instead, he concentrated on the target, determined not to let his attention waver. It was only when he heard cheers from behind him that he allowed himself to relax slightly as he engaged the safety.

“You did it, Spencer!” Before he could fully turn around, he felt arms engulf him in a tight hug. Returning the embrace, he craned his neck to look at the target, finding the new bullet hole dead center in the paper man’s forehead.

Happiness filled his chest, bubbling up until a giddy laugh escaped his lips. Feeling proud of himself, he tightened his arms around her, holding the hug for a moment longer before reluctantly letting go, a sense of contentment washing over him.

“That was so good!”

“Thank you.”

She started to shake her head, her lips parting as if to speak, but before she could utter a word, his hand came up to gently cup her cheek, stilling her head. "I mean it.“ he said, his eyes meeting hers with gratitude, “Thank you for helping me.”

“Of course.“ Her hand came up to hold his that was still resting on her cheek,“I would’ve helped sooner but you never asked.” She smiled, but then her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why didn't you want me to help you?"

His shoulders dropped slightly, his hand still pressed against her cheek. “I-” he began, but cut himself off, his own eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “Who told you that?”

“A little birdy.”

“A little birdy?”

“Couple little birdies.”

With a groan, he lowered his head, attempting to hide the blush that had begun to spread across his cheeks. However, when he heard her laughter, his head snapped back up to look at her. Her eyes were closed, and her head tilted backward slightly, her laughter infectious and filling the air with warmth.

A smile grew on his lips as he continued to gaze at her, her happiness radiating through him and warming his heart. “I should thank them.”

Soon her laughter quieted down, and her eyes met his. They stayed in that position for a while, enjoying each other's company in comfortable silence before he spoke again. “How did you do that?”

At that, her brows furrowed once more. "Do what?" she asked, her curiosity piqued by his cryptic statement.

"That," he said, twisting his body to gesture towards the target behind him, "I've been coming down here every week for what feels like an eternity." His hand slowly lowered as his gaze returned to hers, his expression earnest. "Everyone has tried to help me improve, but none of them succeeded."

“You don’t have bad aim, Spencer.”

He snorted, his playful smile faltering into a look of confusion as he saw the sincerity in her eyes. “No?”

“No.”

“Then… What?”

“Your stance.”

His confusion deepened even further, his hand leaving her cheek as she dropped hers. No one else on the team had mentioned anything about his stance before. They had all focused on giving suggestions about his aim, but never mentioning his stance.

"Try again," she urged gently, pointing back at the gun that had been discarded on the stall with her now free hand. "Just remember what I told you," she added, her tone encouraging and supportive.

He felt the nerves creeping back into his body as he picked up the gun, his shoulders and neck tensing for a moment before he remembered her instructions. Taking a deep breath, he focused on relaxing his muscles and recalling the guidance she had given him.

He slowly positioned his body, meticulous in following every single step she had given him. With each movement, he focused on maintaining the correct stance and grip, feeling the tension ease from his muscles. Soon, he found himself taking deep breaths, clearing his head and finding his target with renewed clarity before pressing the trigger multiple times.

When the gun clicked to signal the magazine was empty, he engaged the safety and lower the gun. As he took his earmuffs off, he heard her voice from behind him, “Not bad aim at all.”

He had been too scared to look at the target at first, afraid that his first successful shot had been a one-time thing. However, after hearing her words, he forced himself to look up, his eyes quickly finding the much bigger hole the bullets had made on the paper after repeatedly hitting the same spot.

A smile crept onto his face again as he turned towards her excitedly, meeting her proud smile with one of his own. “I think you’re going to pass.”

With a laugh, he approached her again, opening his arms as she walked right into his embrace, giving him a quick reassuring squeeze before backing up.

As he looked at her, his brain started rushing with thoughts, and before he could back out, he forced the words he’d been meaning to ask for a while to come out of his lips, his heart pounding with anticipation. “Do you want to get dinner?”

“Are you paying?”

“Yes.”

With a laugh, she mumbled a quick “yes” before taking his arm and pulling him out of the shooting range. The warmth of her touch and the excitement in her voice filling him with joy, as he eagerly let her lead the way.

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His steps quickened as he walked from the elevator to the office, eager to share his exam results with her. The anticipation bubbled inside him, and he couldn't wait to see her reaction once he told her the news.

As soon as he walked in, a loud “pop” came from somewhere on his right, and confetti rained down on him, sticking to his hair and clothes. A chorus of voices yelled “congratulations!” as he looked around in surprise, confusion written all over his face, while multiple excited claps reached his ears. The unexpected celebration left him momentarily stunned, but as he took in the scene, a wide grin spread across his face, before he was pulled into a tight hug.

After some more hugs and congratulations, he looked around, a puzzled expression on his face. “What—” he began, but then paused, noticing the smiles on his colleagues’ faces. “Why are you guys so positive I passed? I haven’t told anyone my results.”

“We don’t know the results but miss zero over there was very insistan that you were going to pass.”

As Morgan pointed in her direction, his eyes followed, finding her standing there with a nervous smile on her face. Before he could respond, she awkwardly asked, “Well, did you?”

He quickly glanced down at the floor, his hand coming up to rub at the back of his head nervously as he searched for the right words. “Well…” he began slowly, the weight of the silence in the office pressing down on him. His colleagues waited expectantly to hear his result, their earlier celebration now tinged with uncertainty.

“Oh shit, Spencer I’m so—“

Before she could finish her sentence, he threw his arms up in the air, his face breaking into a wide grin. With excitement bubbling in his voice, he announced, “I passed!” The tension in the room instantly lifted, replaced by cheers and applause as his colleagues erupted in celebration once again.

He suddenly felt a sting on his arm, and as he looked over to where the hit came from, he found her looking at him angrily. “You asshole,” she exclaimed, her tone half-joking and half-serious, “I thought you were going to say that you failed. I felt so bad.” Her words were laced with both relief and frustration, and he couldn’t help but laugh at her reaction.

With a warm smile, he extended his arms towards her and pulled her into a tight hug, his mouth close to her ear as he whispered, “Thank you.”

[alezeebat]

They don’t fucking care about babies and children and clusters of cells. You know how know?

They care more about their guns and their right to own a firearm than they do about our babies being sent to school with bullet proof backpacks and weeks of school where they’re taught what to do incase of a code red lock down.

In middle school a student pulled out a skateboard and said he’d break the window and we’d have to jump out. A hurt limb is better than being shot to death.

In eighth grade we had a code red lock down and two men were in our school. It was weird it was scary and everyone e was okay because the gun was a false alarm. The teachers didn’t know and were scared and students were crying texting their parents.

My cousin was at school and a student brought a gun in with the intention to hurt someone.

Every single day someone dies to gun violence.

Guns are too easy to get ahold of. Too easy to be stolen. Too easy to reach for when concealed carrying.

In my hometown every day someone died and more often than not it’s a child.

People kill people.

With. Guns.

A knife believe it or not is harder to go do a mass stabbing with than a mass shooting. Does it happen? Yes. But you have to be close. Guns? You can be far away and get so. Many. People.

Babies.

And then they care so much about abortions. It isn’t babies. Children. Future lives. It is 100% about the control over women.

If they genuinely cared about our children they wouldn’t allow this to keep happening. Keep progressing. Keep getting worse.

A teacher in my city sued a family after being shot through the hand and through the chest. She saved her students and got them out and got the shooter unarmed.

And she was told she shouldn’t be able to sue them because she is expected to lay down her life to a student with a gun in her classroom.

They don’t care about children. They care about control over women. They care about power over everyone that’s seen as other. They care about money. And themselves.

[exoticalmonde]

LUNDInium Outskirts /but it's her insane doodles/ PART IV

Me: *Casually watching my operators work on ZT-7 farming* Me: *Looks away for a second* Lessing: "Du kannst rennen, aber ich werde weiter jagen." Me:

I forgot I set all the Leithanien characters to German the day before...

--- Me: *In the base* Poz: "Doctor, if you insist on spending time together, how about we talk about your favourite books?" Me: *Pushes everything off my desk to clear space* "You just need to ask!"

--- There is no doodle for this one, but since it's HorseUncleTM merch, I wanted to show it off because the last part didn't actually feature what I was shown and how insane it looks knowing she has her entire desk COVERED with them.

---

How is RI-13 not broke yet living in holes, who knows...? Perhaps the rumours are correct and Dr. Lundi really dealing secretly with firearms on the black market of Sargon. ---

The event of Dr. Lundi half-crying on the bus back home because she couldn't stream to us BUYING the SKIN will be a core memory created based on eternal friendship. I will never be happier to wake up than I am when I see an 'Eve, can I be soggy again?' before being bombarded with Mlynar details and ramblings regardless of what I say.

There's a lot to unpack but I can't possibly ever talk about Mlynar the same way Lundi does in VC. She pulls up receipts proof of her words as well every time she mentions something.

--- We also have a new Pinkie sticker! Wahoo team!!!

Based on this --- Based on this post about our Arknights Yumeship's kid being bullied, I had a little spiral and was just thinking about different scenarios. Out of all the answers given, Kryo's is most direct and... very in character towards his sarkaz/draco child.

Lundi's also leaning towards physical aggression, instant retaliation for their little baba horse.

And then I just... imploded... (This was on the basis of the parents trying to justify their child's behaviour)

While Pinkie is not too interested on the aspect of children we've been trying to involve them more in the Yumeship questions just because their relationship with Swire/Chen is SO wholesome but they're shy to actually indulge. It's alright, we will always be there for the sugarbaby ultramind that is our friend.

You can see this conversation was very important to me.

Which is why this ART IS SO CUTE IM CRYING I LOVE THEM

---

Vigorously searched for the video, but basically, me and the Team were watching Unusual Memes from this one channel and one of them was of a guy who walked up to his neighbour/friend's home camera and said 'Well, you DON'T get to decide when to party, I want you around now.' And well... if that isn't Lundi pulling Dr. Eve out of bed during some of her emotional episodes.

In reference to this, Dr. Pinkie was upset Lundi wasn't just breaking down my door because she usually does that without asking. So some edits were applied and a part 2 has been added:

We all loved everything about this. Thank you Pinkie for always being some of the best designers and always editing things in the funniest way possible.

Me: "It looks like I'm getting kidnapped." Lundi: "Child napper."

... ... ... I JUST NOTICED THIS GIF WAS CREATED??!?!?!?!?!?!?

I'M GETTING TURNED INTO SOURDOUGH HELP ME --- Pinkie stealing Dr. Lundi's food.

--- God forbid I ever sneeze in call

--- And as some of the final doodles there's for this part, allow me a little TW about bugs because I am absolutely terrified of this thing and I am afraid that its arms are longer than mine so I can't even come into reach to kill it.

It's not my fault people make shelves so high up.

[techramonic]

A couple of questions?

If you were trapped in a room for 24h whould you rather be with a mass shooter or a serial killer?

What do you think Eric"s and Dylans reaction to Dylans 20th birthday aka 9/11?

Any thoughts on Ethan Crumbley and the whole trial?

How much did Whitmans tumor play into the shooting in your personal opinion?

Thank you ! This is a fun ask to write about.

1. Mass shooter lmao

Because it's likely an avoidant teenage boy with emotional issues or a dude still stuck in his prepubescence stage in the room and that makes two of us. It would just be awkward. What are they gonna do, shoot me? The situation can be diffused by conversing the many reasons why that's unethical. It would either lead to us settling it out and no one gets hurt or a fist fight to the death after they won't listen so I grab their gun and beat them up with it

2. They'd either be excited or curious

If they hadn't grown over their edgy misanthrope phase then I think those boneheads would celebrate by lighting up fireworks and snickering like Beevus and Butthead. If they have matured, then I think they would see it as interesting, perhaps even research about it and follow the news. Maybe they'll also turn it into an inside gag where they think it's coincidental or something.

3. His parents are neglectful

I do believe his parents deserved to be incarcerated for involuntary man-slaughter because then again Ethan was still under their responsibility. The fact that a kid as young as 15 had perpetrated such an attack already speaks volumes on the neglect and parental duty his parents underperformed in, even failed. It's reckless for anyone to allow their child, who is clearly underaged, to have such easy access to firearms. Plus, I find it rather odd that his parents would deny to disclose documents and records that could provide more insight on his mental health and upbringing. It's pretty shady to do not help your son and instead allow him to speak for himself without solid and backed-up proof. It just makes it look like they don't want to talk about the reasons as to why their son had done such a crime, maybe it's because they play a role in that.

4. I think it amplified his already declining mental state

My brother who's in physiotherapy helped me on this so props to him

Charles has a malignant tumor (cancerous) located in his dietemporal lobe, which affects his thalamus. The thalamus is crucial for relaying motor and sensory information from the brain to the body, and it processes all information before transmitting it to the cerebral cortex. The thalamus is also connected to the limbic system, which is involved in processing and regulating emotions. As a result, the tumor has the ability to amplify his violent tendencies and emotional irregularities, impacting both his emotional state and his body's physiological responses to threats and aggression.

While the tumor may have contributed to his violent behavior, it's likely not the sole cause. Charles endured a childhood of abuse, which may have already significantly impacted his mental health. The tumor likely worsened his pre-existing mental issues, hindering him from properly coping and regulating his emotions.

[riflebrass]

In case anyone missed Ian's pistol brace video here's an interesting fact about the National Firearms Act.

Currently the NFA states that all rifles must have a barrel length of at least 16" while shotguns must be 18". When the NFA was enacted it was supposed to be 18" for both.

In the early 60's it was noted that a lot of. 22 rifles had been made with a barrel under 18". Since these plinkers weren't being used by criminals it made more sense to lower the minimum for .22s to 16" than to force the manufacturers to change production moving forward and trying to round up millions of non-compliant guns in circulation. The legislators agreed and .22s were given an exemption.

A few years later the government sold about 1/4 MILLION milsurp M1 carbines to the general public through the Civilian Marksmanship Program. After all the rifles were already sent out someone mentioned that all these rifles were about 1/4" under the 18" minimum. So our own government massively violated their own law. Rather than holding their own accountable and sending them to jail they decided that it wasn't hurting anyone so they lowered the limit to 16" for ALL rifles.

These days the feds will shoot your dog, your wife, and your infant child if they suspect you of having a gun with too short of a barrel without proof and without charging you with any other crimes.

[hiddenbunnie]

My ocs From Tcoaal ❤️Lyanne and Eden💙

❤️- Lyanne is a pretty and mischievous 20 year old girl who loves to dress elegantly and loves to wear predominantly black things. Despite her appearance as a beautiful and seductive girl, she has an extremely extraordinary strength, in addition to having the incredible ability to perform acrobatics, fight and be very flexible. Her personality is kind, cheerful and affectionate with her boyfriend, but she can be extremely sadistic, crazy, manipulative and blackmailing. She has known her boyfriend since childhood.

💙- Eden is a 22 year old boy Deeply concerned about his girlfriend, he will do everything to make her safe and happy, even if he has to sacrifice innocent lives to do so. He is extremely jealous and He hates any other boy besides him being around his beloved. He will become extremely aggressive if he hears someone speaking badly about his Girlfriend. But he has a dkce personality Loving Gardens and taking care of small plants and feeding some rabbits.

⭐CURIOSITIES⭐

-If they were in the Game, they would be the ones causing Tcoaal's "Karma" ending.

-When Eden was a child he was very tall compared to children his age.

-Since she was a child, Lyanne was in love with Eden and made Eden promise that when they grew up he would ask her to be his girlfriend.

-If Tcoaal was canceled and they released a DLC with Lyanne and Éden the name of the game would be "Eddy And Lily: MAD LOVE".

-Lyanne is a Yandere and a sociopath, she considers society rubbish and she considers herself living proof of this, and has developed a taste for killing people worse than herself (this includes Ashley and Andrew).

-Before killing her victims, Lyanne loves to torture them first.

-Lyanne, despite being Goth, loves the Cutecore and CuteGore aesthetics.

-Eden is always carrying a sharp military knife.

-Lyanne loves firearms.

-Lyanne hates Ashley more than anyone else in the world, and promised herself that if she ever met her again she would brutally kill her.

-Lyanne hates her older brother so much that she killed him with a shotgun blast to the head And hid his body in a florest.

[lucy-dulap]

1. Does your character have siblings or family members in their age group? Which one are they closest to?

Minhyeok is 3 years older than Lucy and his big brother is 7 years older than Lucy. So, kind of, but not really. Lucy was an only child before getting adopted so they don't have experience in that front either.

They're closest to Minhyeok to the point that it crosses even codependency. Lucy understands that Minhyeok started seeing them as a burden once he got into highschool, but they keep clinging to him because he's the only one they have.

2. What was your character's relationship with their mother like?

Lucy was quite young when their parents died, but even when they were alive Lucy didn't have the best relationship with them. They were in a legal dispute over their house and they didn't have that much time to spend with Lucy.

Their mother was disappointed that Lucy wasn't more feminine and she would constantly tell emberassing stories about Lucy while they were there.

The only found memory they have of their mom is her painting eggs for Easter and teaching them how to do it.

3. What was your character's relationship with their father like?

Same as above. The problem with their father was that he had anger issues and would constantly throw tantrums if things didn't work out or if he percieved any sort of disobedience from Lucy.

The found memory they have of him is them playing with their toys with their father. He would usually get bored and leave a few minutes in, but during those moments Lucy felt happy.

4. Has your character ever witnessed something that fundamently changed them? If so, does anyone else know?

The death of their parents. I'll probably write a full fic about it, but the gist of it is that Lucy felt compeled to wake up and walk to the hallway where they saw their parents getting killed as they came back home.

The entire Kim family knows about it and that's why they took Lucy under their care instantly after the event. Lucy stopped being themselves once their parents died and they've tried to take their own life constantly. That's why the house is still baby proofed even though no babies are inside.

5. On an avarage day, what can be found in your character's pockets?

Old cupons, postit notes, reciets. They don't keep a lot in their pockets since they usually wear clothes that don't have them or that aren't large enough to hold anything but their thumb.

6. Does your character have reccuring themes in their dreams?

Pokémon competitive stratagies. They do them so often that their brain, even in sleep, desires to do damage calculations. They have woken up on multiple instances to write down EV spreads in the notebook they keep by their bed for these situations. Also floating for some reason. Like when in Minecraft you jump and stay in the air while on creative mode type of levitation.

7. Does your character have reccuring themes in their nightmares?

Minhyeok abandoning them or being angry with them or dissapearing from the face of the planet. The mere thought of it scares them, but the last thing they want to do is disappoint Minhyeok more than they already have. The dreams usually get almost narrated to them by a voice they've never heard and the message at the end is always that they should kill themselves to end everyones suffering and pay their dept to their parents.

It's Gabriel. He can't kill a kid, but he can try to make them kill themselves by distroying their psyche.

8. Has your character ever fired a gun? If so, what was their first target?

Minhyeok doesn't let them near small scissors and plastic knives, much less and actual weapon. They never fired a gun and they never will because Lucy knows that you don't need a firearm to cause ireversable injuries in people. They just need to get attached to that person and the bad luck will come without them having to pull the trigger.

9. Is your character's socioeconomic status different than it was when they were growing up?

They were born upper middle class and now they are still upper middle class. Lucy's still scared as fuck that they won't be able to afford food in the future though.

10. Does your character feel more comfortable with more clothing or less clothing?

As much clothing as possible. I'm talking hoodie over sweater over long sleeved shirt. Lucy is very self conscious about every part of their body in different ways and they would rather be seen as ugly than have someone show interest in them for them to be disappointed by Lucy's body.

[cksmart-world]

SMART BOMB

The Completely Unnecessary News Analysis

By Christopher Smart

July 16, 2024

“GUNS DON'T KILL PEOPLE”

Hey Wilson, how many times have you heard Republicans say,“Guns don't kill people, people kill people.” Way too many. We heard it after Sandy Hook; we heard it after the Route 91 Harvest music festival in Las Vegas; we heard it after Uvalde, Texas – the list of mass shootings in this country goes on and on and on. There may be limits on the First Amendment but with the Second Amendment, not so much. We have some 400 million firearms in the United States – more than one for every man, woman and child. This is a violent country with well over 40,000 gun-related deaths per year – an average of 120 per day. The United States imported or manufactured 2.8 million AR-15 assault-style rifles in 2020 alone. It is by far the biggest selling firearm and was designed for one purpose – to kill people. Not surprisingly Donald Trump was shot by an assault rifle purchased legally. Since 2016, Trump more than any other major political figure, has contributed to a rising trend in violent rhetoric. Now, however, Republicans are blaming Democrats for the attempted assassination, as though Dems had called for the violent insurrection of Jan. 6, 2021. No one knows why 20-year-old Thomas Matthew Crooks wanted to kill Trump but one thing is for sure – he wanted to do it with a gun. Call it freedom.

DEMONIC PORTAL OPENS OVER WHITE HOUSE

“Satan get thee behind me.” That's just one of the phrases heard echoing around Milwaukee's Republican National Convention where Democrats aren't political opponents but enemies to be smitten down like Kraken. Christian Nationalism has swarmed over the GOP confab, preaching that America's godliness is under siege and Christian soldiers must rise up to take it back. It's a fun-loving bunch who can throw down with the best. A “demonic portal” has opened above the Biden White House, said Donald Trump's fixer Roger Stone in The Washington Post. Former national security adviser Michael Flynn, called former House speaker Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.) a demon, the Post reported. As many MAGA acolytes know after watching a viral Trump video, God sent him to Earth to save it. They have, along with the former president, himself, compared Trump's trials and tribulations to the plight of Jesus of Nazareth. Proof positive: God saved Trump from an assassination attempt last weekend. Earlier, Trump declared election day, Nov. 5, as “Christian Visibility Day.” But it's not love the Trump faithful came to Milwaukee to spread but a call to arms. Matthew 10:34-36: “I came not to send peace, but a sword.” Oh yeah, and God bless America.

HEY GOV. COX, GO AHEAD, EAT YOUR DAMN CAKE

OK, we know politicians can talk out of both sides their mouths, but this takes the cake: (WARNING – possible neck injuries due to whiplash.) At the National Governors Association’s meeting last week Gov. Spencer Cox said he would not vote for Donald Trump but hopes he wins. Eat your cake and have it, too? Incredible. Yep, he's the same Gov. Cox who urged us to be kind to transsexuals and then signed legislation to keep them from public restrooms. What is wrong with our politics? Here's a clue: The Utah Supreme Court just ruled the state legislature can not mess with citizen initiatives – in this case, one that would create an independent commission to draw voting districts. The initiative passed after Utahns – particularly Salt Lake County residents – grew sick and tired of Republican gerrymandering that sliced up the county like rhubarb pie. True to form lawmakers twisted the public's petition into the same old pretzel. Voters sued. And guess who submitted an amicus brief on behalf of the legislature – Spencer “Disagree Better” Cox. Surprise! The court's unanimous ruling was met with sour grapes from GOP leaders. House Speaker Mike Schultz and Senate President Stuart Adams issued a joint statement, saying in part, “Boohoo. Who's democracy is this, anyway. Boohoo, boohoo.”

Post script – Well that's gunna do it for another historic week here at Smart Bomb where our staff keeps track of political rhetoric so you don't have to. Utah Sen. Mike Lee: “We need government control, not gun control. Otherwise, tribalism advances at the national level.” WTF. Former White House attorney Ty Cobb: “[I] think it was always Judge Aileen Cannon's objective, frankly, to prevent this (Trump's classified documents case) from going to trial.” House Speaker Mike Johnson: “When the message goes out constantly that the election of Donald Trump would be a threat to democracy, that the republic would end, I mean it, it heats up the environment.” Ohio Sen J.D.Vance (just selected as Trump's running mate): “I’m truly skeptical that Mike Pence’s life was ever in danger (on Jan. 6). I think politics and politics people like to really exaggerate things from time to time.” Rep. Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez (AOC): “Corruption, without consequence, infects all it touches. And that is why Congress has a constitutional and moral obligation to hold these (Supreme Court) justices accountable...” she said introducing a pair of resolutions calling for the impeachment and removal of Justices Clarence Thomas and Samuel Alito.

Hells bells Wilson, it's kinda like we've collided with a parallel universe where everything is crazy or maybe someone put LSD in the water supply. You know, they are selling all kinds of new bottled water said to be magic. Who knows. What we do know is that you and the band have something apropos for this moment in history. So, hit it, Wilson:

One pill makes you larger And one pill makes you small And the ones that mother gives you Don't do anything at all Go ask Alice When she's ten feet tall And if you go chasing rabbits And you know you're going to fall Tell 'em a hookah-smoking caterpillar Has given you the call Call Alice When she was just small When the men on the chessboard Get up and tell you where to go And you've just had some kind of mushroom And your mind is moving low Go ask Alice I think she'll know When logic and proportion Have fallen sloppy dead And the White Knight is talking backwards And the Red Queen's off with her head Remember what the dormouse said Feed your head Feed your head

(White Rabbit – Jefferson Airplane)

[vajbyrne]

How Domestic Violence Affects Many Areas of Family Law

Domestic violence is a serious issue that can have an impact on many areas of family law. Victims can pursue legal remedies including restraining orders, divorce and child custody.

In Minnesota, allegations or convictions of domestic abuse can have a significant impact on custody and visitation decisions. The attorneys at RAM Law can assist victims with these issues.

What is Domestic Violence?

In family law domestic violence refers to any kind of threatening behavior that a person uses against another in an intimate relationship. This can be any type of physical violence or abuse as well as emotional or psychological abuse. It can also include stalking or other forms of coercive control.

Family court judges take allegations of domestic violence very seriously, especially when it involves children. In general, courts will try to place the children in the safest possible situation. This means that if one parent has a history of violence, it could impact custody and parenting time.

Many treatment professionals tell us that many perpetrators of domestic violence are able to keep their abusive behaviors going by using manipulation and psychological control. This makes it very important for victims to have an attorney who can understand this issue and ask the right questions in the course of a family law case. Sadly, too many attorneys fail to do this.

Getting an Order of Protection

Getting an order of protection can be your first step to safety. It is a court order telling your abuser to stay away from you and any children in your care. It also orders the person not to contact you in any way, including phone, text messages or email. It can also include restrictions on firearms and require the person to attend counseling or anger management programs.

Family Court can grant an emergency protective order without the defendant/respondent being present in court if there is sufficient proof of the need for immediate protection. Your attorney will work with you to prepare a petition and submit it to the judge during an urgent meeting.

Be sure to write down all the incidents and specific details of the abuse on your petition. It is important that the judge have all the information to make an informed decision regarding a protective order. Keep in mind that if an individual violates the order, he or she can be arrested by police.

Getting a Custody Order

In a custody case, domestic violence is one of many factors the judge must consider. It is unlikely that a parent who committed domestic violence will be awarded custody or visitation rights, unless it can be shown that the abuse was so severe as to be against the child’s best interests.

It’s important to document incidents of domestic violence. This can help you in a custody dispute if the other party violates your court order. Parents who don’t follow custody and visitation orders can be held in contempt of court, which could mean that they’re ordered back to family court or fined.

If the other party is violating your custody or visitation order, you can file a petition in family court to ask for a change. You’ll need to show that there has been a substantial change in circumstances since the current order was issued. Custody X Change allows you to plug in your custody/visitation schedule into a calendar and keep track of any violations using our parenting journal or parental time tracker.

Getting a Child Support Order

When a victim files a child support case, the judge or support magistrate can order the non-custodial parent to start paying child support. A custodial parent can also file a request to change the amount of child support that is being paid.

Often, abusers who violate family court orders will also ignore any other orders or penalties that have been imposed by the criminal courts. And a large percentage of police officers, when victims call to report violations, will wrongly tell them that family law is the jurisdiction that should handle the problem.

This type of abuse is not only cruel, but also dangerous to the children involved. Victims need information, respect, and advocates with real experience to help them. And they need attorneys who are willing to stand beside them and speak up. It is difficult to do that when the attorney is swayed by excuses. This is why it is important to hire an independent, dedicated family law attorney.

[rmriinc]

When Prosecutors Go Bad

RMRI, LLC. has a long history of working criminal defense cases, and we are pretty good at it. We always produces a favorable outcome for out clients, and where we really shine is in Jury trials. We have a pretty spotless record in Jury trials, and we work very complex cases, such as computer crimes. As you work criminal defense cases, you get to know the participants, the Judges, the prosecutors, and the defense attorneys. As you continue working in this field, you learn who you like to work with and who you don't, who is pleasant and who is nasty.

A good friend to RMRI, LLC., and a long-time friend to the administrator of RMRI, LLC. just got some really good news yesterday. He was convicted of a domestic violence charge that he did not commit. He just was not the type of person to do what he was charged with. His name is Paul Hoover and in 2004 his wife accused him of pulling his firearm on her and threatening her, and he was prosecuted by one of the nastiest prosecutors RMRI, LLC. has ever had the displeasure of working against. I know, I know, this is just me saying he was not guilty. Everybody says they are not guilty. Right? But below is the proof:

The Governor of a state does not just "willy-nilly" decide to pardon someone from a crime because his coffee creamer tasted extra good that day.  It takes a lot of time, a lot of research, and a lot of people reviewing the case for the Governor of a state to pardon a person of a conviction. The reason for this pardon was that upon further review, the Governor and his legal staff determined that there was never sufficient cause to convict Paul Hoover of Domestic Assault and Unlawful Use of A Firearm to begin with.

The prosecutor in this case did not care if there was ANY cause much less probable cause to convict Paul Hoover. The prosecutor's name is Merrilee Crocket and she was the prosecutor in Columbia, Missouri. It is not this one incident that would make RMRI, LLC. advocate about how reckless she was with people's lives and how nasty of a person she is, with no regard for whether the people she prosecuted were actually guilty or not. RMRI, LLC. has been to court in cases with her many times, and we were on the winning side every time.  We made her dismiss a case because we challenged the evidence in a court hearing for spoliation issues, of course though she did have the "FEDs" pick the case up, the defendant's name was Chad Mullen. We were on the winning side of a case where we proved that a young lady in college had no intent to get some illegal content over LimeWire, this young lady was found not guilty on all counts. Merrilee Crocket did not care if the evidence showed there was no intent to receive the files this nineteen-year-old college student did, Merrilee Crocket was trying to put her in jail for seven years and get her on the sex offender registry for the rest of her life. This young lady's name was Kristen Lamb. Here is a link if you want to read about this case. Kristen Lamb Trial Effectively, Merrilee Crocket was trying to completely ruin this young lady's life.

The reason that Merrilee Crocket like prosecuting these cases was because they were easy, all she has to do was play on the emotions of the Jury. I mean, everyone wants to convict a person that looks at child pornography whether they are guilty or not, right? Fortunately in the cases that RMRI, LLC. worked against Merrilee Crocket, RMRI, LLC. and the defense attorney "beat the bloomers off of her".

RMRI, LLC. was there to help a few people that would have fallen 'victim" to Merrilee Crocket's disregard for any sign of actual innocence in her prosecutions, but she did ruin a lot of people's lives. I wonder if a person can be proud of the sum total of their life is calculated by how many people's lives they have ruined. This is what we have to demand that our system do better, hire a higher quality of person that has this type of responsibility. This is a responsibility for people's lives, nothing else should be taken more seriously than this. Effectively, what we saw here was a wrongful conviction of Paul Hoover, because the prosecutor did not care to look any further into the case. The prosecutor took an emotionally charged case and ran with it for a conviction to get a notch on her belt at the prosecutor's office, innocence be damned. This is why we are getting more and more wrongful convictions. This is why states are being sued for these wrongful convictions. Prosecutors don't care because they have a very broad form of immunity, they have Absolute Immunity Any kind of immunity for prosecutors, law enforcement, and Judges has ALWAYS been a bad idea. If the prosecutor is afraid to do their job because they can't have immunity to shield them from misdeeds, they were probably going to do something they should not have been doing to begin with, same goes for law enforcement officers and Judges. We as a society should demand more. Let's start demanding more, contact your legislature, your congress, demand better. An injustice against one, is an injustice against all.

And remember:

When you talk to your private investigator, ask some questions and write down his or her answers. Don't be afraid to ask questions, after all it is your money you are spending. At least ask these basic questions: (1) What is your full name, proper spelling please? (2) What is your full company name, proper spelling please? (3) How long have you been licensed in the state of Missouri? (4) Where is your office located? (5) Do you have a criminal record, if so do you have any felony convictions on your record? (6) Do you have any references?

HOW TO HIRE A PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR IN MISSOURI

When you hire a private investigator make sure he or she is licensed in Missouri by going here: Missouri Private Investigator Licensing Also check the license thoroughly. Look at the address on the license and run a Google Map Search on it here: Google Maps After you have done these searches, look up your private investigator on CaseNet here: Missouri CaseNet Run a simple Google Search on the company name, use parentheses, such as: "Derick's Dishwasher Repair" at Google.

If you see multiple felony CONVICTIONS for crimes of moral turpitude, a private investigator doing business out of a P.O. Box. or the person is licensed under a year coupled with these red flags, move on to the next private investigator on your list. Chances are you are going to get screwed out of money or pay for a very poor work product. RMRI, LLC. RMRI, LLC. Phone Number: (573) 234-4871 RMRI, LLC. Website: http://www.rmrillc.net RMRI, LLC. E-Mail: RMRILLCInvestigations@protonmail.com

[uboat53]

Well, we've hit a milestone. Recently, firearm deaths have become the leading cause of death for children 1-19, surpassing motor vehicle deaths.

On the one hand, this is good news. We've worked really hard to make vehicles safer and safer and it's been paying off (though American children are far more likely to die in motor vehicle collisions than in other countries).

On the other hand, we've been doing next to nothing about child gun deaths, we experience more than 28 times as many as the other eleven countries in this study COMBINED, and our rate is 7x the rate of the next leading country.

We've done a great job reducing motor vehicle deaths among children, that's proof that we can do this. It just requires the will.

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[texasconcealedcarry]

LTC Class in Arlington Texas

LTC Class in Arlington Texas Handgun Licensing in Arlington, Texas: A Guide to Obtaining Your LTC The new age requirement for the Texas License to Carry - Texas Concealed Carry is now only 18 years old per Law. Firearms Policy Coalition, Inc. et. al., v. Steven McCraw, et. al., No. 4:21-cv-1245-P In the State of Texas, it is legal for individuals to own and carry firearms for self-defense. However, to legally carry a handgun in public, an individual must obtain a License to Carry (LTC) from the Texas Department of Public Safety (DPS). This license grants the holder the right to carry a handgun either openly or concealed in public, with certain exceptions. In this article, we will explore the process of obtaining a Handgun LTC in Arlington, Texas. Before applying for an LTC, individuals must meet the following eligibility requirements: - Must be at least 21 years of age Per Federal Court Ruling age is now 18 (18 years of age for active military personnel) - Must be a legal resident of a state withing the United State (There are Resident and Non-Resident Application). - Must not have any disqualifying criminal convictions, such as felonies or domestic violence misdemeanors. - Must not be chemically dependent or have a history of alcohol or drug abuse. - Must not be delinquent in child support payments. - Must not be subject to a protective or restraining order. - Must not have been declared mentally incompetent by a court. To obtain an LTC in Arlington, an individual must complete the following steps: - Complete a Handgun Proficiency Course The first step in obtaining an LTC is to complete a Handgun Proficiency Course, also known as a CHL (Concealed Handgun License) class. This course is designed to educate individuals on the safe handling and storage of firearms, as well as the laws surrounding the use of deadly force. The course typically lasts four to six hours. Our Online LTC Class in Arlington Texas meets the 4-hour class minimum per Texas Department of Safety Law. With our class you can take 4 hours or 40 hours. It is totally up to you. Take whatever time you need. Take our class with you on the go. Our class works on any device with an internet connection. - Submit the LTC Application Once the proficiency course is complete, the individual must submit the LTC application to the Texas DPS. The application can be submitted online or in person at a Texas DPS office. The application fee is $40 ($25 for Veterans, $0 for Active Duty Military), and individuals must also submit a recent passport-style photo and proof of residency. - Pass a Criminal Background Check The Texas DPS will conduct a thorough criminal background check on the applicant. This check includes a review of the individual’s criminal history and a check of the National Instant Criminal Background Check System (NICS) database. The background check will determine whether the individual is eligible for an LTC based on the eligibility requirements listed above. - Submit Fingerprints Once the criminal background check is complete, the individual must submit their fingerprints for a further background check. This check is conducted by the Texas Department of Public Safety and the Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI). - Wait for Approval After all the necessary steps have been completed, the Texas DPS will review the application and determine whether the individual is eligible for an LTC. The review process typically takes between four to six weeks. If the application is approved, the individual will receive their LTC in the mail. - Renewing Your LTC LTCs are valid for five years and must be renewed before they expire. To renew an LTC, individuals must complete the same process as they did when they initially obtained the license. This includes completing a proficiency course, submitting a renewal application, passing a criminal background check, and submitting fingerprints. Obtaining an LTC in Arlington, Texas, is a straightforward process that requires individuals to complete a proficiency course, submit an application, pass a criminal background check, and submit fingerprints. The process typically takes four to six weeks. When you’re ready to get your Texas License to Carry (LTC), make sure you choose a premier training provider. Conceal Carry Academy is committed to offering the best firearms training possible. When they need information on firearms safety or they want to take a Texas LTC class, gun owners trust the expertise of the pros from Conceal Carry Academy. If you have questions about any aspect of gun ownership in Texas, contact us today! Read the full article

[vquacki]

☠︎︎TroubleMaker☠︎︎

☠︎︎TroubleMaker☠︎︎

Short DAD Scenarios 

Bonten as Dads, with their troublemaker kid/s

Characters: BONTEN - Akashi Takeomi, Manjiro Sano, Kokonoi Hajime, Kakucho Hitto, Rindou Haitani, Ran Haitani, Sanzu Haruchiyo

Warning ⚠︎︎ : Mature content, cussing, excessive use of kid/child, housewife Kokonoi >.< 

C/N = Child Name

Note : i'm tired, not proof read hehe >.< enjoy! <3 requested!

T A K E O M I / Slobermouth

Age was definitely getting to the man, having to get rid of his smoking habit once his angel was born. The child reminding him so much of Senju with her playful attitude. Always causing trouble wherever the kid went, following right in the footsteps of her aunt. 

Beautiful baby girl that was revealed into the world around two years ago, eyes just like his Y/N with exceptional features like her fathers. But being a part of Bonten meant many disadvantages for the young lad, not being able to find a school that would accept the kid, let alone a babysitter that could handle her. 

It left one option, the one Akashi wasn't particularly fond of but there were no other choices. 

“Why'd ya bring your kid Takeomi? This look like a playground to you?” Mochi sneered, hands crossed from his chair observing the dueled hair man approach the long table where Bonten was holding their meeting. His kid tucked in Akashi’s arms, the curious child looking around the darkly lit room. 

“Shut it Mochi” Sanzu growled, shutting the male up instantly when his icy orbs met the others. 

“Mikey, what's on the agenda?” Sanzu turned towards the head of the group, the blonde having a lack of emotion on his face while he ate his dorayaki. The other males fell silent when their leader spewing words while Akashi set the girl down, crossing his legs on his assigned meeting chair. blankly listening to Mikey’s plan.

 Authorizing the child to roam around, nimble hands coming in contact with any object in reach. Empty plastic cups deposited around the floor, being disregarded by the toddler not finding the liquids interesting enough to touch. 

That was until she saw it, a black ‘toy’ that looked similar to the nerf gun her father had gotten her. 

Happily giggling while she grasped the item in between her tiny fingers. Safety trigger being locked of course, since the object was just sitting in Sanzu’s pocket a few minutes prior. Ripples of drool smearing all over the firearm as she played with it, mouth slobbering on the bullet shooting machine.  

“Hey Akashi, what's that thing in her mouth?” Ran’s bored voice shot up, hand that wasn't occupied holding his sleepy figure up pointed at the girl. Making all the bonten members' attention focus on the baby crawling around on the ground. 

“What? I didn't bring her toy- IS THAT A GUN?” Akashi tripped over himself as he bolted over to the girl, quickly ripping the rod out of her mouth. Eyes examining the kid for any possible injuries, sighing in relief when he noticed there weren't any. 

His cold orbs turning around to glare at the pink-ette, noticing the pink sharpie with the man's initials scribbled on the bullet holder. 

“Sanzu! Why is your gun on the floor? My daughter could’ve shot herself in the mouth” Akashi yelled, causing the other men in the room to laugh at his apprehensive behavior. The whole scene being quite the show, the skunk haired man usually being as quiet as a mouse in normal situations. 

“Oh- my bad” Sanzu replied nonchalantly with a shrug. 

“You said our daughter had a gun in her mouth?” Your voice making Akashi turn pale, head slowly twisting to the door frame where you stood. Lunchboxes with baby formula in hand, that you were planning to drop off. 

“Wait- Y/N! It wasn't my faul-” Akashi moved his hands in front of him, trying to explain the scene to you. His body cowering before you as you walked over to him, dropping the lunch boxes on the floor to bonk the male over the head. 

Though even if he did explain the citation, it really wouldn't help much. At all. 

M A N J I R O / ouch! my hair! 

It wasn't a question he loved you and his child, having been a new father, and the sad past aligning his childhood. He was a fairly awkward father, not knowing what to do in these types of circumstances. You would do most of the cooing, keeping the baby at bay while he watched from a safe distance. 

Alas you were out with a few friends, having some you time while your husband insisted on watching the kid. Knowing fully well your husband wasn't that capable, you declined. Only to get pushed out of the house, Mikey saying a quick ‘i love you, have fun!’ before slamming the door on your face. A decision he was starting to regret when he felt the small monkey like human mount his back, 

Eyes blown out wide when he felt a hand yank at the hair attached to his scalp, 

“Ow! C/N stop, that hurts!” Mikey used a hand to reach behind him, retracing it when he felt small teeth bite his finger. Failing to get the climbing child yanking at his locks that were being used as latters. 

Obnoxious giggles coming from his back at his pained yelp, he didn't even remember how he got in this state, or what tempted the small being to ascend him. He secretly prayed that you would get back early, whether it started raining or your friend caught a cold, he wanted you home. Immediately. 

He couldn't, or rather didn't know what to do. His head started to hurt from the constant pulling, the toddler only holding on by his hair and the leg swung over his shoulder. The urine stained diaper mere inches away from his face, the smell making him gag. 

His prayers were finally answered when he heard the front door unlock, a sweet voice calling out his name along with the babies. 

“Y/N help me!” Mikey whined as he used his feet to kick the ground, a pout on his face when he pointed behind him to the wild child. 

“Ahhh, C/N whatcha doing on daddies back?” You smiled, arms stretched to ozooze the child with, ignoring your pouty faced husband. 

“Y/N~ they literally tortured me!” Mikey raved, an accusing finger pointing to the kid snickering in your arms. 

“Look at this! A chunk of my hair fell out!” He added, a few strands of his blonde locks on the palm of his hand that was ravaging through his aching scalp. Rubbing at the spot to ease the pain. 

K O K O N O I / I said dont say that brat!

“Fuck” Kokonoi groaned, maneuvering the pan handle in his hand. An annoyed look on his face, having to throw another wasted egg down the trash disposal. The yellow hues being burnt to a crisp at Kokonoi’s horrendous cooking. 

“Burnt the damn eggs again” He huffed, placing the empty pan on the stove. Sweaty hands wiping across the pink apron sprung around his waist. Gruel hours of the morning spent ‘trying’ to make his sleeping wife breakfast in bed. His wide awake toddler staring up at him from their tiny portable crib. 

“Dumb ass eggs” He muttered, frusteration slowly building up inside the man. 

“Fuck” Kokonoi’s head whipped around, mouth agape at the fit of laughter from his child, upon seeing it’s fathers widened eyes. 

“Hey! Don't say that” Kokonoi ordered, though he secretly found it amusing. 

“Fuck”

“If your mom heard you right now, she’d say i'm a bad example-” 

“Kokonoi. Why is C/N saying that?” You questioned, voice still groggy from your previous slumber you were stripped from when you smelt the burnt fumes lingering in your vents. 

“He said that by themself! I swear I didnt-” Kokonoi raised both his hands up in defense. 

“Ass eggs” The child laughed, repeating the words her dad had growled. 

“No~ C/N you can't say that” You scolded, picking the child up from their crib to playfully rock them in your arms. 

“Damn eggs” They mumbled, small hands clapping at your shocked expression. 

“Brat just doesn't listen” Kokonoi shook his head, a faked disapproving look on his face. 

“You shouldnt be cussing in front of them in the first place!” You yelled, jokingly kicking the male on the bum. 

“Ehh? They're the one copying me! It's not my fault!” Kokonoi revoked, turning around to dodge one of your kicks. 

“I'm just trying to make egg omelets for breakfast!” He spouted, running around the island table to get away from your bewildered beatings. 

“You burnt them.”

“They burnt themselves..”

K A K U C H O / Messy

You were at work, leaving your husband with your child alone at home. According to Kakucho, there wasn't any bonten work to get done that day so having the day off. He stayed home with his kid, letting the child sketch on the coloring book while he sat on the couch. 

Now and then switching his attention from the tv to the kid on the floor, making sure they were causing any sort of trouble. Not wanting to get lectured by you when you came home, though the male was very responsible. 

Not this time though, 

“Dadda, I got a tattoo” The kid pointed at their face, messily layed marker colors drawn all over. Fingers, hands, and face covered with a different variety of colors. The gesture only earning a sigh from Kakucho, it hadn't even been three seconds since the male last looked at the kid.

How in the world did they do this without Kakucho noticing. 

“That's dirty C/N, no more,” Kakucho said, steadily picking his child up, taking the marker out of their small hand. Dropping the art supply on the carpeted floor. 

“Aww, why not dadda” The child pouted, red colors crossed on their face; probably copying the makeup they saw you wearing when you exited the house. 

“Because mommy will yell at us if you keep drawing on your face” Kakucho answered, taking the both of them to the bathroom located down the hallway. Using his free hand to twist the knob open, turning the faucet on. Letting the water warm up so he could splash the liquid on the child's face to clear the art work they had portrayed on their face. 

“Okay kiddo close your eyes” 

Obeying their father, water wiping off their masterpiece. Once the streaks were gone, gently wiping the dry towel against the child. Hoping you wouldn't notice the disaster that happened when you were gone. 

R I N D O U / Attack em! 

Rindou swallowed his pride, a toothy smile on his face as he whipped the spoon full of baby food around.

“The air planes coming, say ahh~” His eyebrow twitched at the cringe worthy words, even worse having to say it in front of you.

“Aww Rindou~ so cute” You cooed, teasing the male. The man cutely feeding your toddler. 

“Shut up!” His cheeks blushed, it shouldn't have been an embarrassing moment if you weren't purring at his every move. 

“C'mon they're opening up for the plane!” You laughed, the child hesitantly gaping their mouth for Rindou’s so-called ‘airplane’. 

“Woosh~” Rindou making the airplane affect as he pushed the spoon into the child's mouth. Ignoring all the laughing that erupted from your own mouth. 

“Smile for the camera!” You beamed, phone all up in the twos face. Filming the wholesome moment, how the male failed to notice your phone clicking with photos and videos? Who knows, all you knew was he was enormously embarrassed. 

Using one hand to block his face while the other whipped through the air, reaching for your phone to have it ripped away from him. 

“Nuh uh” you giggled, running across the room to shield yourself. 

“Delete it” He murmured, red tinted blush blooming across his face. 

“Mm no!” 

“Y/N you better delete it right now”

“Ulegh” The noise making you both look at the third person in the room, a happy smile on the kids face. A mixture of the food sitting in the bowl next to the child mushed between their fingers. Eyes filled with joy as they evilly threw the food at their fathers dress shirt. 

“Hey! Why are you throwing food at me!” Rindou yelled, causing the once attention deprived child to laugh. 

“Attack daddy!” You hollered, joining in on the one sided food fight, taking a handful of the disgusting baby mix. Tossing it over at the not so amused male. 

“No! No stop!

“Get em!”

R A N / That is MY weapon! 

The day had been chaotic enough, having been called to a fight out of nowhere. Swiftly gelling up his hair, finding some button up that didn't have baby barf stains on them. 

“Y/N! Have you seen my baton?” Ran asked, his heavy footsteps roaming your house in search of his weapon. He could've been long gone by now, being able to fight perfectly fine without this long weapon.

“I can't seem to find it anywhere” He yelled, hand fumbling with buttoning up his shirt. 

“No, I haven't seen it.” You replied sitting from the couch, light sounds of news reporters coming from the tv. A guilt ridden sigh escaping your lips, sitting up to help look for the panicking males stuff. Your child sitting, their back facing you as they seemingly played with their toys scattered in front of them. 

“C/N let’s look for papa’s bat” You cheered, kneeling down beside the child. The toddler turning to you when they heard their name being called, revealing the black armament resting in their hands. 

“Ran, I've found your baton!” You laughed, adoring the affiar playing in front of you. Your child holding the baton Ran had had most of his life, using the item to slay the many men who stood in his way. 

The man running towards your voice, seeing you and the child sitting on the rug. 

“Where” He asked, raising a brow when he didnt see the abject you said you had found. 

“C/N had it” You answered, pointing at the kid. 

“What the- okay baby give daddy back his stuff” Ran rebelled on the rug beside your child, palm outstretched for them to give back. Smile fading when he got bonked on the head by his own weapon, holding the slowly building bump, mouth ajar at the surprising reaction.

You almost cried at the sight, your child repeatedly hitting her father with the baton. Clutching your stomach as tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“Why are you hitting me! I just want my baton back C/N!”

It was a sight to behold, knowing damn well the memory would stick in your mind for the rest of your life. 

S A N Z U / why ya running?

Family time was in store for the three of you, Sanzu being gone most of the week. Taking his day off as the perfect opportunity to go grocery shopping together. Quality time for all of you, needing a stress reliever, 

“What's next on the list?” Sanzu asked, dropping the canned food into the cart. 

“Do you want anything C/N?” You leaned down to the child holding the railing to the cart their father was pushing. 

“Chips!” They brightened, jumping up and down from excitement of getting their favorite snack. You gave them a smile, patting the child on the head from their content answer. All until you felt a sprung from your bladder, the feet tingling feeling of needing to use the bathroom. 

“Haru, could you take them? I'm going to use the bathroom” You asked, closing the gap between your two legs. Stiffening from the itching feelings to release the water you had drunk hours earlier. 

“Okay, hurry up.” He sighed, ushering you away, watching your back fade from the aisle. 

“Okay kiddo, what chips do you want?” Sanzu raised a brow, eyes peering down to the child that was grinning up at him. The man was usually playful with his kid, wanting him to experience the love Sanzu had not witnessed when he himself was a mere child. 

“Hehe” The kid only laughed at the man before dashing down the rows of canned goods. 

“Huh? C/N where are you going!” the grown man hollered, hurriedly pushing the cart to follow them. 

“You little shit are you purposely running away from me?” He continued his yelling to no avail, everytime he caught up only to be left in the dust by his giggling boy. 

“Come back here C/N, you want to fight little man?!” It had been at least five minutes by now, being held back by the heavy cart he didn't want to leave behind. Turning the corner to see his son belining to the other side, giggling fit heard loud and clear from the devilish child. 

“You're killing me kid.” Sanzu groaned, arms using the shelf beside him as support. Old age catching up to him, having not as much stamina as when he was a teen.  

“Haru? Why are you sweating?” Your voice perked, rounding the corner with your son's face nuzzled in your arms, hiding the toothy smirk that lingered on the boy's face. Bag of chips hanging from the boy's arm. 

“I don’t wanna talk about it” 

Yup, that boy was just like Sanzu. Wits and all. 

[imhereandimanunofficialauthor]

Gummy Spencer Reid x Platonic!Child Reader

A/n I haven’t fact checked some of the facts here and it's really just me adjusting it so that it fits my story. I understand that a literal child is in the BAU, but ye. It's all for the sake of the story. Also this wasn’t proof read- Idk but if there's anything that doesn’t seem right just ignore it-

word count: 1.4k

The “Reid Effect”, it happens to pets and children. Except for one particular child.

“How much longer until we arrive, Dr. Reid?”

“Won’t be much longer (Y/n).”

“How many have been killed so far?”

“Six”

“The method?”

“The first time was asphyxiation and stabbing. The rest all done with a belt”

“He’s learning..”

Dr. Spencer Reid and (Y/n) (l/n). Both geniuses. (Y/n) became interested in profiling after realizing that profiling is very similar to the tactics of Sherlock Holmes. Although they couldn’t reach the same level of intelligence that Sherlock was at, they would come fairly close. They’d have to wait until they can apply for a job too. For them cases like these where they take a look at different scenes gives them something to do. They never liked stuffy offices anyways. Though they do have to stay back on the more dangerous cases.

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“I need everyone to look through all these cds. Wear,scratches-“

“There’s no need for that Mr. Morgan” Morgan was cut off by the tiny genius. They stood there clutching onto their bear. This case was a bit much this time around, but they needed information. They couldn’t get it from the suspect, and they were on a time constraint. Which means they need their two geniuses on the case.

“And why is that tiny?” Morgan turned with his hands on his hips looking at the child. The other agents that came in to help stopped as well. Always belittled because of their age, the agents never took them seriously. Dr. Reid and the fellow BAU agents were the only ones who gave (Y/n) some respect at the very least. Most of the time they were overlooked and ignored.

“You found out that he’s an insomniac, correct? You also mentioned that he was listening to music to try and sleep. So then there must be a couple of cds that he listens to fairly frequently.” (Y/n) started wandering around the room. They looked at places that a cd would have been placed and used frequently. Nightstand, desk, the cd rack. They stopped picking up a case, examining it, opening it, then placing it back on the rack.

“Whenever people store them like that,” They pointed at the rack, “given how clean this room is, he won’t listen to the ones at the bottom very much. Those are more collectibles. He would place it somewhere he would have easy access to.”

They then wandered upstairs to where the computer was sitting. They examined it for a second, before gently setting down their bear, and picking up the laptop to examine the sides.

“He must use this laptop a lot considering he locked it with a Deadbolt Defense password lock.”

They set the laptop back down and turned to Dr. Reid who was hanging on to every word they said. “Dr. Reid, did you happen to see a paperclip, or some object similar?”

Dr. Reid rummaged through his pockets trying to find a paperclip. He pulled one out and handed it to them. They then bent the paper clip so that the point is facing outward and opened the cd ejector on the laptop. They pulled out the cd and showed it to the agents.

“We still don't know what song would be the password.”

“Enter Sandman”

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“You did a good job (Y/n).”

They smiled a gummy smile. Spencer smiled back and ruffled their hair.

“You will need to retest for your firearms qualifications, Dr. Reid.”

“I know bud.” He scrunched his eyebrows. “That isn’t for a couple more weeks though.”

“Given how stressed you were about your test last time, and you barely passed it too, I suggest that you ask a team member to teach you how to handle a gun.”

“You’re a kid, and you want to talk to me about gun handling. That doesn’t seem right to me, kid.”

“I’m simply reminding you so that if anything happens, you are able to protect yourself, and the others, on the field.”

Dr. Reid looked at the child. How could someone so young want to get into a field like this. He petted their bear then held out his hand.

“Let’s go get some ice cream, gummy. You earned it.”

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“That is a child Agent Reid! A child! What business does a child have here? Mhm? She should be out there playing with other kids. Not here looking at bodies trying to profile a serial killer!”

“I believe that (Y/n) is fully capable of taking care of themselves and I know for a fact that they choose to be here themselves.”

“Her choice? Its her choice!? What child do you know would voluntarily go out and look at bodies like this?”

(Y/n) sat in an office chair grimacing with their head lowered. They don’t identify with feminine pronouns and have notified the team as such. Of course, again because of their age it becomes a factor in belittling them, it's the same with their intelligence. They hopped down from their chair and walked off. They figured they’d leave Dr. Reid in handling this.They went off to find Hotch. Hotch became a father figure in their life ever since unofficially joining the BAU. Also Hitch has an office they can hide in. They knocked on his door then entered after a couple of seconds.

“(Y/n)” He looked up to see the tiny genius,”Where’s Reid?”

“He’s currently arguing with a coworker about my intelligence as well as my presence in the BAU.”

“So then you are here because?”

“I figured that while Dr. Reid is spending the time arguing, I spend it with you. I also don’t particularly like aggressive yelling.” The last part they whispered under their breath. (Y/n) sat in the chair in front of Hotch’s desk, silently playing with their bear. Hotch stared at (Y/n) until he spoke up.

“Why did you want to join the BAU (Y/n)?”

“I was kidnapped, quite obviously. I’m a child prodigy. I was on the news for a bit. I was one of a couple other children in a series of homicides.” They started to fiddle with their fingers. “I didn’t think I would get found. The people trying to identify my kidnapper had similar tactics to how I unconsciously observe others. The BAU agents found me.”

“I remember that case.” Hotch muttered under his breath.

“In the end, when I was found, I asked who was involved. They simplified it down, obviously thinking that I wasn't in the right mindset to receive such information, and I had to directly ask them ‘FBI or State police officers.’ They looked surprised and told me directly the FBI and the BAU. Ever since then I made a mental note of joining once I got the required qualifications then in came Dr. Reid.”

“(Y/n)?” Reid knocked at the door.

“Is everything fine now Dr. Reid?”

“Yeah.. Everythings fine gummy.”

(Y/n) hopped down from their seat and waved bye to Hotch. Reid held their hand as they walked out of Hotch’s office.

“Why do you still call me Dr. Reid, Gummy?”

“I don’t really know what else to call you.”

“You can just call me just Reid, or Spencer, or anything else that comes to mind.”

“Spencer?”

“Yeah we’ve known each other for over a year now it's only fair that you call me something other than Dr. Reid.”

“All right then, Spencer.”

Reid smiled then ruffled their hair. He picked them up, then grabbed their bags.

Morgan and Prentiss looked over to see Reid and (Y/n) leaving.

“Does anyone know if (Y/n) has any parents, guardians? Anyone aside from Reid?” Morgan asked Prentiss.

“I don’t know, they don’t really like to talk about that. When Reid calls in sick (Y/n)’s not here either. Reid’s also the one to know them before they came to the BAU. He’s the one who introduced them to us too.”

“You don’t think pretty boy is their guardian do you?”

“It looks like it’s the only option.”

“Reid’s only 20 something though.”

“He could still adopt.”

“He has 3 phDs, working here, at the BAU, and is currently working on more BAs. There’s a lot on his plate. I don't think he’s had time to decide to adopt.”

“Maybe he did it on a whim?”

“Pretty boy? Doesn’t look like he’d do things on a whim. He’d think it through. Especially adopting a child.”

“Who knows. It's Reid. We don’t really know what goes on in his mind.”

[radioactive-earthshine]

Let me just... talk about an issue I really really love for a while, okay? It's my day off.

One of the best issues of Impulse is issue #6 Monsters written by Mark Waid with special thanks to Joyce Porter from E. T. Richardson Middle School. This issue is the first issue that Bart really steps up into the role of a hero and decides that the safety of his friend means more than his secret identity. It also conveys the sense of terror and dread in an impactful way with foreshadowing that I have only seen a handful of time in comic format.

TW: abuse, child abuse, guns.

The comic opens up with Mr. "Randy" Sheridan the Assistant Principle reaching out to Preston and pleading with him to speak up about the abuse he suspects he is receiving, like we got to see M'gann with Harper Row in Young Justice Outsiders. Only Preston refuses to talk in this so he asks Bart to keep an eye on him.

Bart does so and accompanies Preston into the swamp for some monster hunting where Preston loses an expensive camera and they stay out late past curfew which leads into Preston's father finding them and giving us one of the most terrifying foreshadowing page spreads I have seen.

"You never learn. You know you're gonna get it when we get home, don't you?"

"Preston... How many times have I warned you about making your father angry? You know better. You know what it does to me when he gets unhappy. We don't want him unhappy."

"There's nothing I can do now. You know you have to take your punishment. Get on home, Bart. Preston will see you tomorrow..."

This page is chilling in its blocking and transition in particular the middle panel where we see both Bart and Preston looking away from the father and the pile of firearms in the pickup truck where there are at least 3. The dialog sets the reader up to assume that the father is the abuser of the household as is common in American homes, then and now.

Bart goes to Max for help in what to do because this is the first time Bart has ever even come across this concept. How can a parent, a loved one, hurt their own family? Why should a child be afraid of an adult?

Ignoring the irony and comical edge of this conversation as Max throws sharp weapons at Bart, Max lays down some sound advice that Bart needs to be sure of what he saw even though the prior evidence is very compelling. Bart asks the right questions of what happens if he sees something while as Impulse and not as Bart because up until this point Max has been drilling that keeping their IDs secret is at the crux of their security.

Later at school that same day Bart finally sees for himself some more strong evidence that Preston is absolutely in crisis, we as the reader don't actually see Preston's back but you can imagine what he went through the night before by Bart's expression.

Preston is desperate to get the camera he lost back for two reasons; one because he believes he got 100% proof of the swamp monster of Manchester and it's his ticket out of town AND because he knows if he doesn't get the camera back he is going to face more abuse. Bart moves in to help him because that swamp does have something in there, but it's no monster.

It turns out the "swamp monster" was just a person with a terminal condition called Acromegaly and was unable to comply or control himself and looked monstrous, the man's family loves him dearly and simply wanted to be left alone. After talking with Bart and leaving a firm message that "Every son deserves to be loved" Bart moves in on Preston's real monster which he is certain is the father.

It turns out that is not the case and just as with the "swamp monster" things were not as they appeared.

It was Preston's mother all along and the Tom was revealed to be very ignorant (and negligent) of how severe the abuse was in his own home. Susan is stunned she is discovered and Tom rushes to stop her and pulls in Preston for a long hug.

We cut to the next day where Bart finally has solid, undeniable proof of the abuse because of what he witnessed and being faithful to his word to Mr. Sheridan he makes his decision to tell him. Even though Bart saw all of these events as Impulse and he knows that means he will effectively terminate his secret identity it is a sacrifice he knows is necessary and is worth it.

Bart was 100% prepared to do the right thing and out himself for his friend but the abuse had already been reported, and Bart sticks by and asks the right sorts of questions to make sure he is okay. We find out that Tom fought to keep guardianship of him, that Susan was going to be removed from the house and put in a home "for observation" (code for committed in a mental hospital), and counselling was mandatory for Tom. Bart is surprised when Preston reveals that will be able to see his mother later and asks if he's certain he wants to do that.

As with many cases involving abuse it is not so black and white and there's emotions involved. Preston stands by that she's still his mother and he simply wanted her to "Get better."

It is heavily implied later that Susan has some form of mental illness that had not been ever properly managed and confirmed that she too had been abused but worse as a child by her grandfather Ezra (see issue #32).

What makes this issue so exquisitely well done and executed is the use of foreshadowing and pacing to lead the reader to believe in conclusions that ultimately are proven false as there are extenuating circumstances that could not be observed immediately. From the man who was suffering from Acromegaly to the true abuser in Preston's home it kept the reader engaged as it told a story of abuse in a believable and relatable way.

This is Bart's first true real case that is on a heart to heart level where he had to make a decision and chose to do the right thing by his friend and even though he didn't need to he stayed by Preston as his friend. Bart up until now had only really seen violence from "bad" people that had no relationship to their victims, having seen first hand his best friend being abused by his family had to be a profound moment for Bart; it is grounding and character building and shows the reader once again that Bart does actually think before he acts.

10/10 highly recommend go and read this issue.

[rooigseix]

1. Ah okay I do forget for a moment that yes to acquire a gun we need legal registration. I tend to forget that part, because this is basically a magical girl show with magical rainbow flame weapons and also a mafia-based setting that somehow got teenagers and a child bringing tons of dynamite and bombs with them around the town, so legal registration to acquire firearms just flew over my head.

But yeah, if we go down the path that Makoto acquired the firearm like a normal not-KHR logic, then it will take only a day max to track him out, even given that he didn’t acquire a gun in a normal shop but black market shop.

Still, I don’t think he is just “some art dealer”. As right after that when seeing the Flood of Blood incident with Makoto’s bullet on the screen, Iemitsu “removed” them. Why would he hide such important proof for a case, a case when his own subordinates were killed, if Makoto is just “some art dealer”? There is absolutely no reason for Iemitsu knowing that, especially when he is not behind the whole Kozato’s massacre. Like if he is truly behind that we can deduce that Iemitsu removes Makoto’s bullets to investigate on his own and then personally takes revenge on the Kozato family, but Iemitsu DID NOT kill the Kozato. So why would Iemitsu remove Makoto’s bullet on the screen here, if Makoto is just “some art dealer”?

Okay above is totally my delusional thought over the history, please ignore it? But yeah it definitely shows that Makoto is travelling around.

2. While I agree with you that there is a time when Simon members leave the island, I however do not agree that the island is abandoned any time. Abandoned for the bigger part of the island, yes. But in chapter 309 and 314, the Simon 10th family is shown to stay in a pretty decent house if not even saying extravagant with the furniture. Not to mention how in such good condition the underground castle showed to be. So I don’t think Simon just leaves the island and once in a while comes back to check up on Primo's grave. I think there are still some members staying on the island in regard the still-good condition of some households on the island.

On this topic, the rings are in the grave, however it is shown in manga that acquiring the ring is NOT the only way to decide the next boss of a family. Only Vongola is shown with this tradition. Cavallone doesn’t, Giglo Nero using a pacifier (and actually the pacifier is more like transfering the curse to the next kid than accepting them as a boss). Vongola rings are also THE ONLY RING WERE SHOWED that has the blood seal aka DNA test and the ring trial to disprove of the next boss. So no, by the story ring is maybe a means to decide the next boss of the family, but it is not THE ONLY way to decide the next boss. So Simon can go full CEDEF-way and picks the next boss through human choosing.

Really the first and foremost use of the ring (with no DNA test like Vongola rings) is to be the symbol of power aka showcase who is the boss of the family to the outsiders, which, very depend on whether the family or the boss wanting to show to the world this is the person in charge or not. (Frankly with how Enma debut walking behind Adel and hides the ring under his shirt, I’m very doubt he has the want to show to the world he is in power)

About Simon family adults having “unfortunate accidents”, the only thing I can agree on is that Vongola doesn’t know about Simon's situation. But no I don’t think Simon is persecuted WITHOUT the intention of harm. By Vongola allies or by Daemon hand or not, they are absolutely being treated with harm intention. It is shown in Aoba and Rauji’s flashback, Aoba carries Enma with various injuries when they are both children and Rauji literally got his parents die in front of him. I don’t think any treatment, having no intention of harm whatsoever, can orphaned up to 7 children. I don’t put all the blame on Vongola allies because maybe Daemon is behind it, but no you can’t kill all the adults of a family and leave 7 orphans behind then say there is no malice behind my action.

And really we are talking about Nono and the Vongola 9th. No offense here, but this is the same ceremony holder that literally doesn’t interfere a bit when the Simon BOSS is beaten up RIGHT IN their ceremony. Imagine you are a party holder and your guest punches another person which is also your guest, you literally HAVE THE RESPONSIBILITY to interfere or having a guard interfere in. But no, no one from the current family stepped in and the matter is only dealt with by Tsuna. Tsuna temporarily has no relation with the current Vongola family. So no the only information brought by the Vongola 9th that is valuable here is how Simon 10th gen are all orphans. If Vongola 9th doesn’t even interfere with an outright banter right in their ceremony, then no their word of concluding “there is no intention of harm” or “there is no persecution” is not counted here. Because technically they KNOW NOTHING, if not even more bluntly and cruelly saying that they deliberately ignore the situation until there is a mess happened. I have nothing against Vongola 9th but I absolutely do not trust their attitude over Simon matter especially after the ceremony event.

About Simon doesn’t operate in a normal mafia famiglia way, well, I agree. But I don’t think passing the title of boss is not a big deal for them. Judging how the 10th gen treats Enma, yes Aoba calls him weak, yes Julie (Daemon) calls him pathetic, yes Adel scolds him, but not a single one time they outright disrespect his title if not saying they respect the Simon Decimo title. Rauji literally calls him a good boss (better than Tsuna), Shitt.P feels gratitude that she is a member of Simon after Enma trying to save her from Vindice, Adel absolutely trusts in Enma’s duty to fight as a boss. If passing the title is not a big deal for the Simon, really, Adel would be the boss of the family here, not Enma. But no everyone needs to wait for Enma’s resolution to take down Vongola to act (hence the letter scene) and Adel has to persuade Enma into testing Tsuna instead of disregarding his concern over not wanting revenge. Really the letter scene shows it well, yes the Simon operates in a very chaotic way, yes there is even someone else not owning the Earth element yet appear so leader-ly and is considered the heart of the family, but Enma is the one with the final say in the important matter regarding the family. So technically the boss title is still a respectable title here, which makes the matter of passing it down to WHO is also an important matter.

3. And yeah the most obvious bet is Giotto named Vongola after the Vongola rings and Sepira sees the future and likes his characteristics so she chooses him. The Primo time is basically bare land, bug in a jar waiting to be shaken and examined.

I love digging into the mafia part of the KHR especially the Simon since I love them so much, so yeah very hope here I don’t come off as too much or rude over the matter. And I also make grammar errors too so I hope my point can be understood well.

And well lastly just a small penny for headcanon: I think there are two possible paths to explain why Cozzato names his family Simon, not Cozzato. Before going into that we need to take into account that there IS ALREADY an Cozzato family, as stated by Giotto that he heard about Cozzato people from his “grandpa”. So there are two possibilities why Cozzato named his family Simon rather than Cozzato:

- First case is Cozzato family is just a normal family, so when Cozzato suggests Giotto to form a vigilante band and later becomes a mafia himself, he names his mafia family Simon to avoid enemies targeting his Cozzato blood family.

- Second case, if Cozzato is a MAFIA family, it would bring up the topic that there is a very high possibility Simon Cozzato DOESN’T HAVE A GOOD RELATIONSHIP with his family. Because if he has, there is absolutely no reason for him to say “there is no one helping us” and suggests Giotto to form a vigilante band in the second memory. If he has a good relationship with his mafia family he would have his own man or at least protector who can take care of matters under his command, so no if the Cozzato family is a mafia family Simon Cozzato is highly not on a good term with them. So it would not be weird when forming his own family he will not want to have anything to do with them and name the family differently.

Thank you for reading up until now.

Them: "What are you thinking about?"

Me: "Well, there's the Simon family, right? It's very much implied that all of them are related somehow, since they lived enclosed in a goddamn island, there shouldn't have been all that much DNA exchange there. Also, it's stated that Enma's guardians are also childhood friends of Enma who have lived through a similar traumatizing experience. PLUS, in most official arts of the Simon guardians all of them have red eyes but only Enma has the crosses which confirms that he's 100% a descendent of Simon Cozzato but then... Enma is Simon 10th, although his father wasn't the boss and the family as a famiglia had kind of stopped existing for a while. So, how the fuck is Enma the 10th boss? How big was Simon's actual family that they could populate an entire island?"

Them: "Err—"

Me: "But sure, whatever. THe most pressing thing is, Simon Cozzato named the Simon family after himself. I'm pretty sure Simon was his first name, and Cozzato his surname. Though Amano makes the unfortunate choice of writing his name as シモン＝コザァート, I'm just going to assume that = is just another way of writing ・ which is what's usually used to separate foreign names. Also, Cozzato being his surname explains how Enma would end up being Kozato, names evolve and all of that. This is all very understandable, right?"

Them: "Uhm—"

Me: "But then this BEGS the question of, WHY DID GIOTTO NAME HIS FAMILY VONGOLA? wHAT WAS THE MAN THINKING?!"

To this day, KHR plotholes remain holes.