#cm poc

[joannasteez]

the sex life of evie moore - “are you still in love with me?”

summary: after a tumultuous relationship, with a more than cordial ending, evie moore seeks to spend the rest of her college experience having a bit of fun

authors notes & warnings: this is purely indulgent. contains explicit descriptions of sex and talks of relationships, romantic or otherwise. super big shoutout to @harmshake , she is inactive but has been an immense collaborator in terms of plot points and ideas.

word count: a chill 2,000. if you look through my masterlist this is baby food. can't promise that for the later parts.

genre: alternative universe - college

mentioned characters include but are not limited to, cm punk, damian priest, roman reigns, cody rhodes, rhea ripley... so on and so forth. aforementioned characters are not owned by myself.

evie—the formality of yvette is a little too wiry for this sort of thing isn't it?—knows punk—he goes real stiff when he hears "phil"—pretty well. well enough. maybe a little too much. like an overconsumption that dampens the taste of a thing almost. almost. she knows his blonde box dyed hair, the forever chipped polish coating his nails and that metal labret hanging off his lip that gives his face more personality than he needs. because he's a fucking well of that shit already. an obnoxious pepsi logo tattoo taking up residence on his arm, bags under the eyes that make him look more teasing than unwell, and this growing 'turn all my shirts into tanktops' obsession she can't quite understand just yet. 

vanilla on his skin. warm. like autumn. and mint on his tongue. always. evie knows punk, not enough for it to be banal, but like it's routine. the sun rises, the earth rotates, and unless some God level event stops that meticulous flow then it'll always be that way won't it? but what about the unknowns. the new. the different. the must be found. 

other fishes in the sea, other stars in the galaxy, that sort of thing.

cm punk's queen sized bed has an evie sized dent in it. 

the break up was a year ago. 

"are you still in love with me?'"

he's mid-kiss, shirtless and already half-hard. tucked intimately into her neck. mint lingering on the skin from his mouth. but he's huffing now. the sort of emptiness that comes from interruption. releasing the sure-to-bite—the kind she likes— grip on her thigh he'd have if he held on any longer. "don't do this please". 

"i'm being—"

"serious...", eyes rolling with the rest of him to splay out. "i know. that's the problem". 

and evie scoffs, because never has her delusions about their...relationship...taken her so boldly as to be wrong this bad. there has to be something there. a deep infatuation lingering maybe. a full year removed from calling it quits but scheduling sessions for sex still and saying things that sound a little like 'i love you'. he had to be caught up somewhere in that terrible storm of affection, even after all this time. right? turning over to reach for a used up sketch book. and if he wasn't then why did he— 

"you still draw sketches of my pussy".  

the pages sound with a quick whipping slap. like the memory of seeing her vagina drawn in such meticulous detail—shadows, highlights and the like—is too much of an unusual thing to forget or be regular about. 

the part of his lip where his labret sits, lifts. a lopsided smirk thats all arrogance. the type that tends to bleed off talent. the type that goes on unashamed and blemish-less, even when evie shoves the sketch in his face for some faux disturbed dramatic effect. "you're gettin' up in arms about grade A georgia o'keeffe inspiration babe". 

and she just has to laugh. a snort that works a bit dirty, because even his seriousness is so damn unserious. pulling up to kneel next to the casual way he lays against the bed. sinking into that evie-shaped-dip like he's comfortable. thats the problem. too comfortable. "this is the birthmark on my vulva dumbass". 

"that you didn't even know existed till i told you". snatching up the book to a close. access to vagina portraits suddenly denied. a scowl etching just enough to be seen, and just enough to make those natural bags beneath the eyes less teasing and more full of brooding. like maybe there was a life of pride living for those little drawings. for the musings and bits of details that took a particular sort of painstaking effort, considering it all must've been from memory. a life—at the hands and words of evie moore—that so abruptly faced a deep erasing. "y'know how many chicks would dig me sketchin' their pussy?"

"you mean you're $25 pop up shop, vertical ID, groupies?" 

"you were 19 when we met at a pop—"

the fluff of a pillow snatching up in her hand before its smushing against his face. hushing those lies that aren't lies really. her thighs drawing up over him to straddle for a better angling. "a month, i was a month from 20, and you were salivating for crumbs of attention...", she jokes. whacking him with the pillow before he's rolling to get over on her. a smirk fighting not to pull it's way across his mouth. "...practically begged for my number".  

his fingers pull against her thigh for a pinch. the tease of the act making her jump before he's easing up along the bed and her body again, assuming a similar position to where he began before the dropping of that fully loaded question. hooking into the band of her underwear for a short tease of a tug against the cotton. "you were thumbin' down your miniskirt for a hip tattoo just so i could see the color of your thong", that sure smell of mint curling closer till it lingers in her nose. the metal hooking his lip, a cool ghost of a sensation as it makes to touch. a test of a kiss. shy and fresh tasting. 

her eyes roll, knowingly even. "what color was the thong punk?"

and this smile can't be helped much. the sort that breaks even and eager from memory. toothy and unrelenting. the sort he attempts to hide in the safety of placing a deeper kiss at her lips. a simple slotting pull. because if he's sketching her vulva and all the intricacies thereof from memory, then surely he'll remember this. 

punk's teeth snag at her mouth, the slight of it playing at something prickly, for his own amusement, before he's slipping tongue and curling it over for a short languid kiss. mumbling, "that's not the point...", settling into his own satisfaction with a moaning hum. evie's body warm and so naturally ready. eager. her legs moving under his touch to wrap about him and her fingers this gentle file through his hair. "...it was baby green, but thats not the point...", chuckling as he moves to kiss elsewhere. a wet trail to her pulse. tugging with those hooked fingers again at her panties. pressing and sweeping between her legs till he's pushing and prodding at the seat of them with a circling thumb. 

but evie hates this. her inabilities anyways. never able to be quiet. because any suggestive touch is met by breathy little nothings that urge him forward into something more sure and exacting. and never able to stick to her guns either. or at least as far as punk is concerned. the many off again-on again periods of their romance, and then the post-called it quits rendezvous', serving as bittersweet proof. tender noise strumming up her throat even now, from the steady touching and petting and amorous maneuvers. surely to quiet her questions. a lax press into where the blood is beating at her neck, wet and smooth and rolling enough till she's squirming and squeezing him closer. 

"...salivating implies a ton of shit that sums up to lies...", he hums. amused. pushing off to bring himself further down the bed and between the heat of her thighs. pressing gentle to spread. the cool metal hooking over his bottom lip playing at the tempered skin. "...because if i remember correctly, not too long after, i was the one changing pillow cases and sheets, 'cause a certain somebody couldn't keep her mouth shut long enough to stop the drool from comin' out".

a sharp breath cuts. a heavy exhale that almost feels like relief, if not for the inhale to follow. her hips hitching as punk lets his tongue run warm at her inner thigh. 

her words breathy and unstable. "you want me to apologize for enjoying dick?" 

"you could actually stand to sing my praises more often". 

a huff.  evie coming up to lean against her elbows. brows pulling in. a dissatisfaction coloring her eyes that clues punk in on an undesirable outcome of blue balls. "s'not like im singin' anyone else's".

theres no use in rousing her up is there? inspiring a pleasure she won't enjoy much, not when she's in her head and picking at her thoughts to the bone. but that somber streak about her face does the same to ill him a bit as much as the possibility of blue balls. does even more maybe. "this isn't a 'lets get back together' talk is it?", he asks, moving from between her legs and off the bed to grab a t-shirt. 

it isn't at all some mortifying ordeal, but it is a terrible one, given past instances. the lovers quarrels were interesting to put it lightly, and endless to put it plainly. 

evie's legs pull in to cross. "no". 

"ok, good...", plopping down to lay beside her. a run of something under his skin, inklings gathering from that far away, thoughtful look to her that she can't shake. "...talk then. what's goin on?"  

and maybe, this is why, despite the numbered futile efforts at a deeper romance, punk would never truly leave evie. because to leave, would mean forsaking these moments; pitfalls into an uncovering of some long time introspection. thinking so harshly that her over-thoughts are overthought. his hand reaching to her arm with this pulling sort of caress. an invitation. intimacy with no complicated elements to follow. her body shifting into him in such a way that her head lays to tuck into his neck. warm breaths that stick sweetly to his skin. a leg thrown over his waist that waits for the comfort of his hand. 

they were at their best this way. in the quiet of some uncategorized affection. 

punk gives in rather easily. melts into the her-shaped dent of his bed, an arm coming around to hug her in and the other letting his fingers take to that leg falling over his waist. a simple touch that finds her hip. thumbing to draw beneath her panty line at the shape of a tattoo. 

a small, thin lined, bunny etched into the skin, done up from way back during the first try of their relationship. 

"you're my first for a number of things", she gives. pulling up to look him in the eyes. 

"i am...", his thumb falling away to hook into her knee. pulling her closer. "...for most things". 

"i don't know, i just—", the words attempting to form at an uneven pace. "i feel like i'm lacking in experience. like the only person i know in this way is you and i'm missin' out on other people because we—"

"you feel like i'm forcing you to have sex with me?" 

"no! no", rushing in to salvage her thoughts. or trying to at least. her forehead falling to rest at his chest. a heavy exhaustion coming from all the inner over-scrutinizing. "thats not what i'm saying". 

but if punk were to say that he's completely clueless about the matter, that'd be a lie. caught in this liminal space for quiet a while. a year to be exact. months of a stagnant comfort they'd made into a resting place. functioning like the couple they'd always hoped to be, but formed like something else. never able to shape and mesh just right enough to make the work of it long lasting. 

the arm he's got hugging her in drops to let his palm run a course along her back. "we might've blurred the lines a little".

evie snorts. 

"a little bit yeah". 

because no shit. 

"listen eve...", stitching sentiment together with the delicate pull of a needle. and the tenderness as he begins here catches her up so well till they're stuck at the eyes. "...you know i got a lot of love for you, considering all the sketches of your eyes and your nose and your vulva...", the both of them smiling at his choice of inspiration. "...but we both know how terrible it gets when we try making sense of anything past this...", his finger motioning about the bedroom. "...the sparks always fly a little too hot for our own good before somebody is left burnt. you find yourself wanting to roll around with someone else, don't stop on my account thinkin' it'll hurt me". 

"it won't?"

punk brings his mouth to place a kiss against her forehead. the warmth lingering as he makes to answer. "no". 

[vhyunjinverse]

Pink

poc f!reader x Derek Morgan (18+)

summary: frantically looking for a specific pair of panties, you stumble upon them in a way you didn’t expect

warnings: masturbation, oral (male receiving)

“Derek have you seen my panties? The pink ones?” You groan, searching through the drawer of lace underwear. You and Derek were going out later and knowing yourself and time..you started getting ready two hours early. The shower was running, you were mid skin-care routine, walking around your apartment in nothing but one of Derek’s shirts you found lying on the floor.

“Baby?” You call out. Silence. You huff and stand up, closing the drawer with your foot. You walk past your clothes on the bed, making sure everything was there. Everything but the underwear. It was stupid- you knew, getting so worked up over panties you’d take off eventually that same night. Still, it was part of your outfit choice and you were pretty stubborn and wouldn’t get dressed until you’re dressed down the way you wanted to. Plus they were Derek’s favorite pair.

“Fuck man.” You groan and go back to the bathroom, you had no time to waste or you wouldn’t go at all. You didn’t have time to look for Derek, who was somewhere in the living space. It frustrated you, truthfully. You always seem to have a crisis before leaving to go anywhere. He knew this. Derek was well aware. “Fuck..”

He grunted softly. The thin material in his hand while he stroked his cock..such a large one too. He moans, brows furrowing while he listened to you call for him. Sweat beaded his forehead, he could barely open his eyes it felt so good. They smelled like you too. One of many of his favorite parts of you. How wet you’d get while his tongue ran over your clit. How you’d take his juicy cock with ease in such a slutty hole fit only for him. “That’s it..good girl.” His voice trembled, feeling his cock twitch.

“Really?” You stand in the doorway of the laundry room, watching Derek moan and cum on the panties. You watch that cocky smirk of his, rubbing the material over his now sensitive tip. He glances up at you, scanning you over. “Couldn’t help myself.”

“Bullshit.” You walk over, taking the panties from his hand and putting them in the clothes bin. You get on your knees, looking up at your lover. He reaches down to rub his thumb on your cheek. “Think we’ll make it in time?”

“Don’t start with me.” You roll your eyes, taking the thick cock in your mouth.

[damnhotmsimmons]

Derek Morgan in Empty Planet-2x08

[tornoaserjo]

I'm about to have a breakdown halfway to an online internship application

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

SET TEN - ROUND TWO - MATCH FOUR

"I am Happy Because Everyone Loves Me" (1928 - Louis Wain) / “Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan on 16 November 1581” (c. 1883-1885 - Ilya Repin)

I AM HAPPY BECAUSE EVERYONE LOVES ME: It makes me want to live! I AM happy! Everyone loves me! I'm tired of living life where I don't care if I live or die- I don't want to do that! I don't just "not want to die-" no, I want to live! Life is beautiful and I'm a part of it! (anonymous)

IVAN THE TERRIBLE AND HIS SON IVAN ON 16 NOVEMBER 1581: bc i have seriously never seen more evocative and haunting eyes ever like ever. bc his son's dying thoughts are of forgiveness. bc the weapon is in frame bc the lighting is that of an entirely normal day outside. (@that-one-queer-poc)

(”i am happy because everyone loves me” is a ink and chalk piece on paper by Louis Wain, and is held at the Bethlem Museum of the Mind along with most of Louis Wain's other works. It measures 14×10.8 cm (5.5 x 4.2 in)

“Ivan the Terrible and His Son Ivan on 16 November 1581” is an oil on canvas painting by Ilya Yefimovich Repin. It measures 199.5 cm × 254 cm (78.5 in × 100 in) and is on display at the Tretyakov Gallery.)

[sanyu-thewitch05]

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PSA: The reader in any fan fiction that I write will always be a POC, specifally black female whether it is stated or not. I only write NSFW + SFW fictions for female characters unless I WANT to write an NSFW or SFW fiction for any male charcater I write for. 

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♥︎ Holiday Inspired Fics 

  ☆ Kinkmas 2021 (Criminal Minds Version) // Nsfw // Sfw

  ☆ Christmas Day // M.Sloan

  ☆ New Years Celebration // A.Karev

  ☆ Hopelessly Romantic // M.Grey

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♥︎ Oneshots 

  ☆ Period // M.Sloan 

  ☆ Dinner Party // M.Sloan 

  ☆ Eating Out // L.Grey

  ☆ Opposites Attract // C.Torres 

  ☆ Bite Me // A.Hotchner

  ☆ Can I? // J.Jareau

  ☆ Shadowed Figures // J.Jareau 

  ☆ A Night Out (A Night To Remember) // E.Prentiss

  ☆ Stress Reliver // E.Prentiss

  ☆ Little One // E.Prentiss

  ☆ Slowly Falling (Asleep) // E.Prentiss

☆ Period (CM Vers.) // E.Prentiss

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♥︎ Complete/Incomplete Series 

  ☆ The New Girl // L.Grey (1/?)

  ☆ Wrong Number // E.Prentiss (1/3) (2/3) (3/3) 

  ☆ Holiday Countdown // Stranger Things

  ☆ Old Habits // E.Greenaway (1/2) (1/2) 

  ☆ One More Chance (At Love) (1/?) New!

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♥︎ "How I think..." Series 

  ☆ Each CM Character Cooks 

  ☆ Each CM Character Would React To You Masturbating

  ☆ Each CM Charcater Sounds Like When They Cum

  ☆ Each GA Charcater Would React To You Giving Them A Kiss (Chocolate)

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♥︎ Requests

  ☆ Baby Fever // M.Sloan (1) 

  ☆ Workaholic // D.Shepherd (1)  

  ☆ The One Who Helps // D.Shepherd (2) 

  ☆ Relax // P.Burke (1) 

  ☆ Me? Jealous? // G.O'Malley (1)

  ☆ Candied Apples // L.Grey (1)

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♥︎ A - Z 

  ☆ Nsfw | Sfw // M.Sloan

  ☆ Nsfw | Sfw // J.Avery

  ☆ Nsfw | Sfw // A.Karev 

  ☆ Nsfw | Sfw // D.Shepherd

  ☆ Nsfw | Sfw // L.Grey

  ☆ Nsfw | Sfw // G.O'Malley

  ☆ Nsfw | Sfw // C.Torres

☆ Nsfw | Sfw //

[blackbird-brewster]

Tara Lewis Fanfic Stats

It's incredibly frustrating to see how this fandom treats Tara as an afterthought, if they think about her at all. I wanted to take a look at the stats on AO3 (bc I'm a nerd). [See this post for all CM fanfic stats]

Tara Lewis was in nearly 100 episodes (about 1/3 of all eps), but she's so largely under-represented in CM fanfiction. Furthermore, she is the ONLY canonically queer character in Criminal Minds' SIXTEEN seasons and yet, there are very few fanfics exploring her queer identity.

Overall Stats:

Character Tag: 1187 total

Out of 36k+ fanfics on AO3 Tara is only tagged in 3% of all fics. This includes any fic where she's been tagged as a character -- keep in mind, in many of those fics she's only featured in the background.

Tara doesn't even make the Top 10 most popular characters in the CM fandom, despite being in six seasons of the show.

Actually, on a list of all 18 Main Characters (profilers) from the total run of the show, Tara lands at #13. That's a lower ranking than five other characters who were in far fewer episodes.

Relationship Tag: 242 total

Out of the 1187 fics with Tara, she's only listed in the relationship category in 242 of those. Which is a measly, 0.67% of all CM fanfiction. Our ONE canonically queer character doesn't even make up 1% of ship fics in this fandom. (Reminder, this stat also includes any fic where her relationship is background/minor)

Tara Lewis in Femslash:

Femslash only makes up for 12% of all CM fics. In the femslash category, Tara is tagged in a relationship in 242 fics. That's about 5% of the total CM femslash posted to AO3.

To put that in a bit of perspective, there are nearly TEN times more Jemily fics (2376) than there are of Tara in ANY queer pairing.

Tara's top 3 relationship tags: Tara/Emily (139 fics), Tara/JJ (27 fics), Tara/Reader (24 fics)

Tara's canon relationship with Rebecca Wilson is only featured as a main ship in FIVE fics. Including background Tara/Rebecca, there are only 12 fics with this pair

In Conclusion:

I have watched people beg for a canonically queer character FOR YEEAAARRRSSS in this fandom. After Kirsten revealed Emily was originally supposed to be sapphic in a 2015 interview, the fandom pleaded for it to be addressed in canon. Of course, that never happened.

What we got instead was a queer confirmed Tara Lewis and after all the years of begging for a queer main -- the fandom went silent.

Why? I think it's mostly because Tara is a queer Black woman (and one of only four POC who have been main characters in eighteen years of this show). Racism and misogyny have run rampant in this fandom for as long as I can remember, so it shouldn't have been much of a surprise when everyone saying 'Give us a canon queer character!' actually meant 'give us a white queer'.

I'm never gonna shut up about HOW IMPORTANT it was for Tara to be our first queer character. I only hope that people start to understand why this representation matters and why it's worth writing and exploring Tara more in fanfiction.

[ssa-sapphic]

Pairing: Emily Prentiss × (POC)fem!oc

Next Chapter: part two

Summary: When the bodies of several women show up all around LA, it's Garcia who aids the team in making the shocking connection that all of the victims look exactly like one of her favorite actresses, Sloan Hudson. Upon making this discovery, the team soon realizes that this famous celebrity might just be the unsub's final target, meaning that she is now in grave danger and needs to be protected. Unfortunately for Emily, her days of being a profiler are soon put on hold when Hotch assigns her to be Sloan’s personal bodyguard.

Warnings: Basically all that an episode of CM consists of. I don't really know what to specifically list, but if you have any additions or specific triggers, please let me know

Word Count: 4.3k

"Fairy Tales are more than true: not because they tell us that dragons exist, but because they tell us that dragons can be beaten." - Neil Gaiman

A bright burst of lightning lit up the empty streets of San Francisco, nearly blinding a young woman who was running through the pouring rain. She had just clocked out of a late night shift at the local diner, and from afar, one could only assume that she was in a hurry to escape the cold rain and get home as quickly as possible. In reality, however, it wasn’t exactly the severe storm that she was trying to run away from at all.

Due to the overly obnoxious thunder—which seemed to echo indefinitely—it completely deafened the heart-wrenching screams that were escaping the young woman’s lips, as she quickly rounded corners and leaped over the puddles in her path. She didn’t dare look back, knowing that it would only slow her down and that the figure in the dark hoodie was more than likely still chasing after her. Besides, she didn’t need to glance at her attacker in order to know who he was. She already knew.

It was him.

The very same man she had seen earlier in the day, watching her closely as she waited on tables. She had felt his eyes on her as she carried plates of food to and from customers, yet, the mysterious man had vanished just when she was about to take his order next. She had thought that he just changed his mind about wanting to eat there. However, it was clear now, that the man hadn’t actually left like she’d originally assumed. Instead, he had waited patiently across the street until her shift was over, opting to watch her through the open window of the diner.

When closing time came around, she waved goodbye to her colleagues like she did every night, before she walked over to the bus stop.

Unfortunately, this night hadn’t ended up like the ones beforehand, where the woman would catch the public transport, find a window seat somewhere in the middle, and plug in her earbuds to provide herself with a little source of tranquility during the lonely ride home. No, this night completely took a turn for the worst, because as she waited at the bus stop, the mysterious man had followed her and took that opportunity to grab her from behind, attempting to shove a rag over her nose and mouth. It had completely surprised the young woman, and she immediately tried to yell out for help, but her sounds of distress were muffled from the piece of cloth covering her face. Within seconds, she had found herself getting lightheaded as the chemicals seeped through her nostrils and infiltrated her lungs.

Thankfully, though, with one last burst of energy she had managed to elbow her attacker in the gut, before fully breaking free from his grasp. She instantly ran in the opposite direction back to the diner, hoping that her colleagues hadn’t all left yet. However, deep down she knew that those odds were slim-to-none.

Her drowned out screams of help soon turned into agonizing cries as she finally arrived back at the restaurant, only to find it completely dark and deserted. Everyone had already locked up the doors and left for the night, meaning that she truly was alone, with no one there to help her. No one there to save her from the hooded figure that was drawing closer with each and every sob that broke past her paling lips. Any hope that was lingering in her chest, had now vanished, leaving her consumed with nothing but anxiety and trepidation. Her limbs trembled as she continued tugging harder and harder on the diner’s doors that just wouldn’t budge. She was locked out of her safe haven, like a sinner locked out of heaven itself.

She knew that she had to move though. She couldn’t continue standing there like waiting bait, she had to keep running. It was the only way to make this nightmare end. She prayed that some convenience store or shop would still be open at this hour where she could find refuge. Then she could borrow their phone, call the police, and finally be rescued from the sick bastard chasing her. It would all be over and she could go back home to where she knew her parents would probably be worrying themselves sick, wondering why she had yet to return.

But unfortunately that wasn’t the case for her, because sadly, the young woman took a wrong turn and was immediately met with a dead end. A dark and closed off alleyway that was ironic for the situation she had found herself in. She’d seen the movies, the crime shows, it never ended well for someone who was trapped in an alleyway after a suspenseful chase. It was definitely not what she had in her plans, but then again, none of this was. She didn’t plan to be stalked and attacked by some psychopath. Does anyone really?

All she knew for certain, was that she didn’t have enough time to turn around and go back the other way. In fact, she knew that she probably didn’t have much time left at all, because he was already drawing near. Whatever luck she had left was slowly dwindling away with each and every second that passed, and it didn’t seem like there was any other way out for her. At that point, she knew that she only had two options:

Surrender, and accept her unknown fate. Or, hide and get ready to defend herself with whatever makeshift weapon she could get her hands on in the junk of the alleyway.

It was now a life or death situation for her, which didn’t take a genius to figure out, and the young woman wasn’t about to give up just yet. At that moment, her initial shock and fear took a back seat, finally allowing her survival instincts to take the wheel. No matter what was to become of her fate, one thing was for certain, she’d be damned if she didn’t go down without a fight.

“Hey!!” JJ whined in protest, her mouth full of buttery popcorn. “Pen, why would you pause it right there? She was just about to kick his ass! ”

“Oh, I beg to differ.” Emily gave her a doubtful face. “The guy’s totally gonna kill her.”

JJ looked at her peculiarly, her hand halted in mid-air after pulling out more puffed kernels from the bowl in her lap. “Wait, are you actually rooting for the bad guy here?”

Her question immediately made the brunette return the same look. “Of course not, Jayje.” She deadpanned. “I’m just pointing out the obvious. I mean it’s so predictable. You know what? Garcia hit play, would you? 5 bucks says I’m right.”

“Sorry gal pals, I paused it because this queen needs to take a trip to her privy chamber. Be right back!” The blonde replied, apologetically, before tossing the remote on the coffee table and making a beeline for her restroom.

“I told you not to drink the rest of the wine!” Emily called out after her, teasingly.

Penelope only waved her off as she reached the door at the end of the hallway and quickly disappeared behind it, leaving the other two agents to bicker with each other some more.

The three ladies were currently having a girl’s night consisting of wine, snacks, and gossip, something that certainly wasn’t new to their friendship. It had been Penny’s turn to choose what they watched next for the evening, and it was no surprise when she ultimately decided on a dark thriller starring one of her favorite actresses. JJ and Emily hadn’t seen it yet, nor any other movie that the actress starred in. However, they were already hooked on the one Garcia had queued up for the night. It was entitled, “Dining Out”, and though Garcia had spoiled half of the movie already, they still were intrigued to see how it would end.

Within minutes, the flamboyant blonde had returned and was quickly taking back her previous seat on the leopard-printed sofa.

“Alright, I’m ready.” She cheered, reaching for the remote once more.”

“Wait a minute,” Emily stopped her. “What’s this actress’s name again?” She wondered out of the blue.

“Sloan Hudson. Why?” Garcia answered immediately, before a sly smirk slowly made its way to her face. “She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”

The suggestive wink that Emily received next threw her off guard and made her stumble on her next words. “Oh, uh, well yeah...sure. I-I mean, I guess, but that’s not why I was asking.”

“Mhmm. Really?” Penelope questioned, doubtfully. “So you weren’t planning on searching her name up on google and stalking her IMDb profile?”

“Or setting a photo of her as your new lock-screen?” JJ added on to the teasing, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Alright, you two. Knock it off.” Emily rolled her eyes with a smile, as she pretended to throw popcorn at them. She knew that they were just messing around with her though, so the atmosphere still remained lighthearted.

Truth be told, Emily had recently come out to the team, though they already had their suspicions about her preferences for women. (I mean come on, they’re all profilers. Of course they knew. That, and the fact that she wasn’t very good at hiding it anyway.)

Since then, however, they had soon become aware of her “type” and it was clear that this “Hudson” girl definitely fit into that category. Her hair was dark, and her eyes were light, a contrast that balanced so well against her warm and evenly toned skin. Her features were soft, yet accented with perfectly sculpted cheekbones and nicely shaped eyebrows that made it seem like she was personally chiseled by the finest renaissance artists in history. Her raw beauty was natural and effortless, which was something that Emily always found herself drawn to in a woman. She fit her type to a T, so of course JJ and Penny would tease her about it.

“I swear, I wasn’t asking with creep-like intentions.” She defended herself. “I just thought she looked familiar. I don’t know, maybe I actually did watch something she was in before.”

“Well she’s done a little modeling too.” Penelope added. “You might’ve seen her face plastered at the mall or something.”

Emily thought for a moment, trying to wrack her brain for a possible answer. “Hmm, I don’t know. Maybe that’s it.”

“Shall we get back to the movie? Perhaps it will jog your memory a bit more.”

“Actually, we might have to take a rain check.” JJ cut in, looking down at her phone seriously. “Hotch just texted. Looks like we have a new case and we need to be at the BAU first thing in the morning, which is weird considering nothing came across my desk yesterday.”

“Wait, what?” Garcia pouted. “But you all just got back from a case. Now you have to leave again? We were supposed to have brunch tomorrow and everything.”

“Sorry, Pen.” Emily sighed, patting her thigh comfortingly. “I promise we’ll continue where we left off as soon as we get back, okay? Right, Jayje?”

“Yes, of course.” The blonde smiled reassuringly. “I still gotta know if I was right or not about what happens next.” She added, nudging the brunette’s shoulder with her own. “But until then, duty calls. I’ll see you both tomorrow.”

The next morning, the team arrived at the BAU and wasted no time in filing into the roundtable room just as requested. They had no idea why their presence was needed on what was supposed to be their day off. However, they were certainly aware of what their job consisted of, so they knew it had to be serious. Hotch was already in there when they took their seats, and being the one in charge of the briefing, he stood at the head of the table and wasted no time diving right into it.

“Good morning, everyone. I’m sorry to call you all back in, but you know I wouldn’t do so if it wasn’t urgent.” He stated, before clicking a button on his laptop, making three different images instantly pop up on the large monitor behind him. Each image held the face of three different young women seemingly young, all with dark hair, bright eyes, and tanned skin. “Jessica Dunning, Rina Mendes, and Sofia Lombardi, all went missing a week apart from one another at the beginning of the month, and each of their bodies were found the exact same way: A single stab wound to the chest, and various traces of poison in their systems.”

“Well it’s clear this unsub has a type.” Rossi pointed out, noticing the similarities in each of the victims. “Was there any signs of sexual assault?”

“So far, none.” Hotch quickly clarified, before clicking to the next slide depicting pictures of the actual crime scenes. “But the unsub did position all three of their bodies in the same way, post-mortem. They were found laying on their backs with their hands crossed over their midsection, and a bouquet of flowers in their grasp.”

“Seems like a sick and twisted version of Snow White, if you ask me.” Emily mumbled. “Only the prince never showed. Maybe it's linked to the unsub’s childhood? Could’ve read the story as a kid and favored it over the other fairy tales for whatever reason.”

“That would actually be a plausible theory.” Spencer chimed in. “Afterall, in the original story the Evil Queen orders the huntsman to kill Snow White using a dagger, which could explain the stab wound in these victims. Not only that, but she later on uses poison as well in the apple that she gifts her. It seems highly unlikely for those two specifications to be coincidental.”

“Why is it that crazy psychopathic killers always have to ruin sweet little innocent things?” Garcia mumbled to herself.

“Guys, maybe the unsub is a woman.” JJ spoke up. “I mean, if we’re really linking this to the fairy tale, it could all be an act of vengeful jealousy where the unsub is targeting women who might seem more privileged or better than her in some way.”

“That could very well be a possibility.” Hotch replied, nodding in agreement. “After all, the acts of remorse and tidiness shown here are typically all signs of a female’s work, so until we know for certain let’s not rule that out. Whether this unsub really did get inspired by a childhood fairy tale or not, there’s definitely a pattern here.”

“Uh, Hotch?” Derek questioned, suddenly catching the attention of the other agents in the room. “Don’t get me wrong, I agree that there’s obviously something going on here, but you mean to tell me we were called in for only three murders? Doesn’t it usually take more bodies to show up for us to be even thought of?”

“Normally yes, which is actually what brings us to our main concern.”

Hotch clicked the button on his remote and immediately a different young woman with dark hair just like the others showed up on the screen. “This is Kayla Shafer. She was reported missing last night when she never returned home from her usual late-night shift at the diner.”

“A d-diner?” Garcia stuttered out, nervously, before glancing at the other two women in the room.

“Yes, that is correct.” He nodded, before continuing the briefing. “She’s been a waitress there for a little over a year now. Her parents just assumed that she had gotten caught up in the severe storm that occurred last night but when she never made it home, and they never received a message from her, they called the police. It hasn’t been 24 hours yet, so they couldn’t file a report, however it’s safe to assume that the unsub has her. Meaning, that we only have a few days to find her before its too late. The LAPD needs all the help they can get so that’s why the Chief has requested our immediate assistance. We can discuss more on the flight there but for right now we need to leave as quickly as possible. In the meantime, Garcia, I need you to run background searches on all of the victims and see if they have anything in common.”

“Yes, Sir.” The blonde replied, already beginning to type away on her laptop.

“Thank you. Everyone else, please collect your things and meet at the jet. Wheels up in 20.” Hotch stated, before exiting the room and leaving the others to gather their files.

As everyone stood up and dispersed, Garcia managed to quickly grab ahold of JJ and Emily, pulling them to the side.

“Okay, please tell me I’m not the only one who is rightfully spooked here!” She whispered, anxiously.

Frowning, Em glanced over at JJ in confusion, before turning to face Penelope. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the latest victim, Kayla Shafer! She was attacked, in the rain, after her shift at a diner. That doesn’t seem the least bit familiar to you?”

“…Ohhh, the movie we watched last night…” JJ slowly came to the same realization. “Wait, are you saying you think that it’s somehow connected?”

“I don’t know, you guys are the profilers, you tell me!” The blonde exclaimed. “I mean she even looks exactly like the main character!”

“Hold on a minute,” Emily put her hand out to try and calm her. “I’m sure it’s just a crazy coincidence. It would surely cause alarm if all of the victims were waitresses at diners who were abducted the same way, but Kayla was the only one.” She pointed out, before flipped through the case file. “You see? Jessica was a barista, Sofia was a wedding planner, and Rina was unemployed.”

“Emily’s right, Pen.” JJ rubbed her shoulder, comfortingly. “It’s just a crazy coincidence. But if it makes you feel any better, you can tell us how the movie ended so we can be aware if anything else suspicious comes up in the field?”

“Yeah.. okay.” Garcia sighed. “I guess th— wait a minute. Jennifer Jareau, you better not be tricking me into giving away the ending! Our girl’s night shall resume as soon as you all get back, and only then can you find out. Emily, don’t you dare look it up either! As a matter of fact give me both of your phones. I need to install a firewall that will prevent you both from researching spoilers.” 

The two laughed as they sidestepped Penny’s awaiting hands, and began rushing away. 

“Oh, I see how it is.” She called out after them. “Just remember that I can hack into your search histories!”

The flight was around 5 hours, so there was enough time for the team to come up with a game plan. Together they all gathered towards the center of the jet as Garcia’s face popped up on the tablet before them.

“My sweets, you have been gone a total of 4 hours and I already miss each and every one of you. This building is not the same when all of your presences are lacking from it.”

“Garcia,” Hotch spoke in a friendly, yet stern, tone that told her she needed to focus back on the case.

“Right! My apologies, Sir. So, I ran the backgrounds of each victim like you requested but they literally have zero connections to one another. I searched from A to Z starting from the day that they were born, but the only thing they seem to have in common is just their physical appearances.”

“Alright, so he chooses random targets who all look the same.” Emily voiced her thoughts. “It could be that the victims remind them of an ex-girlfriend or family member in one way or another. Or, maybe they do remind him of a fairy tale, and he felt obligated to come to their rescue in some dark and twisted way?

“Actually,” Spencer cut in, meddling with his fingers. “I was thinking more about the Snow White theory and some of it just doesn’t add up. The huntsman never actually harmed the princess, he let her go. So if this really was related to those key details, it doesn’t make sense that each of the victims actually had stab wounds because that wasn’t in the story. Not only that but according to these reports, the poison found in their bodies wasn’t ingested, but rather, inhaled. If this unsub really is trying to replicate the story of Snow White, they’re surely doing an awful job at it. I mean, it’s completely inaccurate.”

“Well, Snow White was known for her purity and innocence right?” Derek asked. “It could have something to do with religion. Just like Mary was criticized for being a pregnant virgin, maybe the unsub is targeting morally clean women who he thinks are actually sinners.” He shrugged, before looking down at the tablet. “Garcia, were any of the victims tied to a church or youth group of some kind?”

“Give me one second,” She uttered, as she began typing away on her keyboard. “No, they weren’t. But fear not, my beloveds, because after a bit more digging into their lives I did find out some very interesting things. Jessica Dunnings, the 24 year-old barista, also doubled as a babysitter for her next door neighbors, Darrin and Claire Anderson.”

“Alright… so she was just trying to make a little extra cash. How is that important?” Derek questioned, causing Garcia to smirk.

“Well Sugar, if you call ‘doing the devil’s tango’ with Mr. Anderson while his wife is at work a way of getting a ‘little extra cash’, then consider her heavily rewarded.”

That piece of information made every one of the team member’s eyes widen in surprise. They knew Garcia was never one to beat around the bush, but her lack of a filter never failed to catch them off guard.

“Ah, okay.” Derek nodded, in understanding. “So you’re telling me these girls were the opposite of pure, huh?”

“Not necessarily,” Garcia replied. “Rina was actually as innocent as they come. She had good grades all throughout high school and even graduated with honors and multiple scholarships. She literally had no mean bone in her body and was actually a volunteer at various homeless shelters.”

“Definitely seems too good to be true.” JJ commented under her breath.

“Well, that’s the thing,” Garcia continued. “Her life wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. When she was 15 she was diagnosed with Leukemia and the doctors didn’t think that she’d make it to her 18th birthday. It was an uphill battle and she was constantly in and out of the hospital, causing her parent’s medical bills to skyrocket. Thankfully, she beat the cancer and made it to adulthood, and she even started a GoFundMe page to assist her parents with the bills.” Garcia’s voice suddenly fell quieter, as a slight whimper was heard from her end. “But it wasn’t even a month after her birthday that she was murdered.”

“God, that’s terrible.” JJ sighed, deep in thought. “I can’t imagine what her parents must be going through. The poor girl didn’t even get a real chance at life.”

Emily suddenly sat up, and let out the breath she didn’t realize she was holding before quickly trying to change the subject. “Okay, so you were right, Garcia. These girls have literally nothing in common, other than the fact that their lives could literally be made into movies. I mean, the mistress and the cancer kid. I can probably think of five different films with those same story arcs. I don’t even have to hear about Sofia and Kayla to know that they probably had similar eventful pasts.”

Everyone nodded at her words, but it was Garcia who was immediately hit with an epiphany. It was a stretch, she knew that, especially given what Emily and JJ had told her before they left. However, it was seeming less and less like a coincidence. Now, she just had to muster up the courage to share it with the group without sounding ridiculous.

“The only accurate lead we have is in knowing that this unsub is clearly targeting young women with dark hair and light eyes, all with similar skin tones and features.” Hotch concluded what they already know. “They have a designated type. That means whatever the motive is, it’s most likely personal for the unsub, and we can see that they continuously show remorse with the bodies. Garcia, I want you to run traces of every woman in California that resembles the victims.”

“But Sir, that’s probably gonna result in thousands of women--”

“I know, but we have to start somewhere. The killings didn’t start until the beginning of the month so look into specific women who have any significance to the time frame. It’s a needle in a haystack, I’m aware. However, until we can gather more information at the scene enough to narrow it down, it's all we have to go on.”

“Well, actually, I, uh, may have some valuable information already for you.” Garcia mumbled, nervously. “I didn’t want to say anything, but the lives of these victims all seem extremely familiar to me. Like Emily mentioned, it's almost as if their lives could’ve all been the main plot to major-hit movies, and…I kinda think they were.”

“What are you saying?” Hotch asked, his interest certainly piqued.

Meanwhile, JJ and Emily both glanced at each other knowingly, wondering where she was going with this. They had assumed the latest victim was just coincidentally similar to the main character in the movie they watched last night, but they couldn’t deny that each and every one of the victims looked exactly like the famous actress that starred in it. Which is why, Garcia’s next words didn’t surprise them at all.

“Sir,” She continued. “I think this unsub could possibly be targeting a famous actress named Sloan Hudson. At first I thought it was just a coincidence, but the resemblance to all of the victims is uncanny. The real kicker, though, is the that it seems like every victim so far has lived the real life of some of the fictional roles she’s played in the media. For instance, Kayla Shafer was a waitress at a diner, and Sloan’s character in the movie “Dining Out” was a waitress at a diner too, both end up being attacked by someone. I originally believed it was just a coincidence, but after more digging and finding out more information, it’s not the only one. Sloan was also casted as a mistress, just like Jessica, in another movie entitled “Secret Secretary”, as well as a cancer patient, similar to Rina, when she guest starred in a surgical tv drama. I know it’s a stretch, and I’m probably not even right. It was just a thought, and I’m sorry. I’ll stop talking now.”

“You know, I actually think you might be onto something, Garcia.” Reid assured her, sitting up in his seat and already coming up with different theories himself. “If I remember correctly, Hudson was also casted as a wedding planner in that romantic comedy you dragged me to see last summer, and Sofia Lombardi was a wedding planner as well. So, without any other current leads I think it’s safe to assume that the unsub could very well be targeting her.”

“Okay, so I’m not just going crazy,” Garcia smiled to herself in relief. However, it wasn’t even a moment later that her smile completely faltered, knowing that Sloan was one of her favorite actresses. “Oh no...Hotch, if this is true we have to warn her. She could be in danger!”

 Hotch furrowed his eyebrows in thought as the others looked towards him.  “Alright,” He nodded. “This is definitely something we can work with. Do you know where she resides?”

On the other line, the rapid clicks of Garcia’s keyboard could be heard, and in less than a minute she already had her answer. “According to Google, she owns a luxury apartment in New York, but she’s currently in LA for her next film.”

“When does the filming start?”

“It actually started filming a few weeks ago. Her fans have been buzzing about it all over social media ever since the beginning of the month.”

“Well it fits the timeframe. So that could have been the trigger.” Emily pieced together. “It definitely seems personal. Perhaps an obsessive fan? Though, that still doesn’t explain the M.O or the end goal for all of this.”

“I think it’s safe to assume that Sloan is his end goal.” Hotch added, before turning to everyone. “Alright we need to know more about each of the victims and why this unsub positions them the way that he does post-mortem. Morgan, Prentiss, I want you both at the latest crime scene. Rossi, Reid, you two head to the M.E facility and examine the other bodies. JJ, you're with me as we meet with the LAPD. I need you to ensure this doesn’t reach the media before we get in contact with Miss Hudson. And Garcia?”

“Yes?”

“Good work.” He gave her a small smile. “Find a way to reach Sloan’s management team if you can, but in the meantime, I’m gonna need you on the next available flight to Los Angeles. You’re officially on this case.”

A/N: i’m really excited to continue this, so please let me know your thoughts and what you would like to see happen!

[starantulas]

tagged by @cairenes thank u silky for the tag <33

1. Are you named after anyone?

no

2. When was the last time you cried?

6 days ago because of sensory hell 😻

3. Do you have kids?

my adopted underclassmen yes

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

yea, from time to time

5. What sports do you play/have you played?f

i used to play soccer and basketball, the only sports i still continue are taekwondo and boxing

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

their face tbh, also any distinct clothes or makeup

7. What’s your eye colour?

dark brown

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

scary movies with happy endings 😋

9. Any special talents?

i have hypermobility syndrome so i can bend most of joints in weird ways, cool party trick lol

10. Where were you born?

florida 🧍🏾‍♀️

11. What are your hobbies?

wikipedia rabbit holes, annoying my friends, cooking/baking, lifting, boxing

12. Do you have any pets?

no :(

13. How tall are you?

5'3.5 inches/163ish cm

14. Favorite subject in school?

i loveddd comparative government but i alr know the history classes im taking next year will take the spot. also latin bc i've been doing it for 5 years now

15. Dream job?

history teacher omg. would def do it if the working conditions in the states werent shit

tagging @that-one-queer-poc @httpghostface @bathtublawyer @swaggypsyduck and anyone else !!!

[unitchiefs-blackbirdphoenix]

It irritates me how tons of comments under videos or any promo for cm:e are filled with people asking for Reid and Hotch (sometimes even Morgan and Gideon) instead of talking about the characters and actors that are still on the show.

You and me both, anon! The actors in the season 16 cast are just as amazing, and probably more notable in other things outside of CM and CME (Paget in comedy, Aisha in talk shows and comedy, AJ in Final Destination and The Virgin Suicides, Joe as a veteran actor, and Adam in CSI and Magic Mike).

This cast alone is already well-known on their own, so there’s already more recognition for them and they really don’t need Matthew or Thomas’ help with promoting the show. Plus, the storylines would be terrible for either character. What are we going to do for Hotch’s character? Another Scratch arc?? We put Reid into another traumatic storyline that makes no sense for his character? Idk why the show wants to even bring Gideon up again when he’s already dead (I’m ignoring the whole Rossi-Gideon thing as a reason, too).

Anyway, I really love seeing the cast lineup for s16 because it could’ve been the potential of having limited number of people on the team that gets their spotlight but for some reason, Erica Messer (and ig Breen Frazier too) want to focus on the white male characters rather than the diverse cast of women and POC for personal storylines *sigh*. However, I do think the season was a step up from the last few seasons with cinematography and procedural storytelling. But yes, this cast was absolutely incredible and worked so, so well together. I think there’s so much to develop with their characters and I wish we get to see that more.

[neve-gallus-girl-detective]

If we're talking about the CM tiktok account, tbh what's more troubling to me than JJ not getting posted today is the way they've posted more JJ/Emily/Penelope individual content than they have for their POCs characters combined (I think they've literally made one Luke post and no Tara posts). The racism in this fandom is so insidious and the show itself is enabling it.

I've literally commented asking for more Luke because they just aren't posting him and Tara. It's so annoying. It feels like the tiktok account is just pandering because they get more views for Emily and then JJ and Pen, but they could help combat that by posting Luke and Tara more

[missmitchieg]

thinking about unpopular characters in cm and whenever there's a woman or poc in cm, they're written off without no or little explanation or killed off but if it's a white guy who's unpopular, they get to stay as long as they want. Explains why Tyler is now a series regular and Kevin got to stay for so many seasons while Stephen, Phil, Krystal, Maeve, Haley and Strauss are killed off

Were Stephen and Phil even particularly unpopular/disliked when they were on? All Stephen did was his job and Phil was so Just There. (But at the same time, he was a Black man that showed genuine romantic interest in Garcia and wanted to treat her right and take care of her and of course we can't have that, no no, we need a white demon to hurt her because that's mOrE iNtErEsTiNg 😒🙄)

Oh, and don't forget Carolyn Baker, Rossi's first wife. She was killed off before I even got a real chance to get really attached to her, which is SO rude. Honestly, I was SHOCKED when it was announced that Hotch and Beth broke up so she could go to Hong Kong instead of finding out she got killed by a fucking axe murderer or something equally horrifying and that is Not Good because that says A LOT about how lazy the writers room is with women like WOO.

Krystall, Erin, Haley, and Maeve's deaths were so tragic and for what? Angst and drama? Don't these writers ever get tired of it?

Y'know, I really appreciated when they didn't kill off Savannah and Lisa because I was like "DO NOT KILL DEREK'S GIRLFRIEND AND BABY. DO NO- Jesus, thank you." "Y'all JUST offed Phil, you cannot- Thank you." and that is... Deeply upsetting and concerning to me.

[art-that-fucks-you-up-tournament]

SET EIGHT - ROUND TWO - MATCH THREE

"How To Look At Art" (2016 - Lynda Barry) / "St. Sebastian" (1525 - Il Sodoma (Giovanni Antonio Bazzi))

HOW TO LOOK AT ART: this lynda barry comic gets me every time. the meta quality of it is super successful i think. as someone with a bachelor’s degree in fine arts i have had many struggles with figuring out how to look at and consume art “correctly” and this is just the one that makes the most sense. (@peanutgallerist)

ST. SEBASTIAN: bc something something horny catholicism. something something turning to god for your erotic release. something something vulnerability. something something angels something something naked men bare and bleeding. (@that-one-queer-poc)

(“how to look at art” is a comic posted by Lynda Barry to her tumblr in 2016.

“St. Sebastian” is an oil painting by Il Sodoma. It measures 206 x 154 cm (81 x 60.6 in) and is held by the Uffizi Gallery in Florence.)

[mcatmemoranda]

Diabetes Lecture

Dr. Samaan

8/23/23

HgbA1c 5.7%-6.4% is prediabetes

HgbA1c 6.5% is diabetic

Normal HgbA1c 4.8-5.6% is normal

DM: A1c 6.5%, BG 126, random BG >200 with symptoms

The A1c has to be a lab draw in order for you to use it to make the diagnosis. So a POC HgbA1c doesn’t count to make the diagnosis.

Screen everyone age 40-70 who are overweight or have risk factors; younger than 40 and obese with risk factor; screen q1-3 years. Risk factors: HDL<35, TG >250, depression, on atypical antipsychotics, high risk populations (non-white), OSA/sleep issues, HIV+ for 15+ years on meds. Old HIV meds caused endocrine issues. Newer HIV meds don’t unless they’ve been on them for a long time.

You don’t need to be fasting to check HgbA1c. Not covered as screening by CMS. A1c not accurate in GDM, renal failure, anemias, renal failure, liver disease.

Prediabetes: 5-7% weight loss will cut the risk of progressing to diabetes by 1/2! Moderate exercise: of 150 minutes a week (e.g., brisk walking 3+ mph), water aerobics, bicycling 10 mph or less, tennis (doubles), gardening—OR 75 minutes of vigorous intensity exercise a week.

Metformin started in prediabetics decreases progression by 31%! Shown to decrease CVD risk. Works best for BMI>35. Metformin can cause low B12. We should use “med monitoring” code annually in pts on metformin. Diarrhea is a common adverse effect. If pt can’t leave the house because of the diarrhea, try the extended release form.

GLP1 agonists and SGLT2 inhibitors could be used in prediabetics. It’s in the works.

If A1c of 9 and BG >200, you will have less fatigue, polyuria, blurred visions, skin infections.

A1c <7.5 à improved quality of life and increased productivity at work

Goal A1c is <7%

Tighter control in younger pts is ok.

Older pts can have A1c goal of 8.0%; avoid hypoglycemia and side effects of increased meds.

Metformin and lifestyle modifications are first line management.

You can start with something other than metformin, but insurance might not cover it.

DM education can help drop A1c by 0.6% or more. WDH and PRH have diabetes education classes.

Diabetic Benchmarks/Screenings:

Statins! All diabetics over 40 should be on moderate to high intensity statin. Under 40 if additional CVD risk factors.

Pts with DM have increased number of small LDL particles which tend to be more associated with ASCVD.

DM is the leading cause of CKD. Check urine microalbumin yearly. ACE/ARB is HTN and proteinuria, urine Cr >300. Go yearly for dilated eye exam. DM is the #1 cause of blindness in the US.

Nerve damage causes the fat pad on the sole of the foot to move, leaving decreased cushioning which predisposes to diabetic foot ulcers. Foot exam should be every visit if loss of sensation. Should do a foot exam annually. Check the skin, document hammer toe, charcot foot, bunion, pes planus.

Get an Ankle Brachial Index (ABI) if you cannot palpate a pulse. Get Toe Brachial Index (TBI) if ABI is not accurate.

Document presence of diabetic neuropathy. Assess for B12 deficiency, TSH, metals, etc.

Metformin, statin, annual vision screen and urine microalbumin, foot exams, diabetes education.

Sulfonylureas (e.g., glipizide) have no long-term benefits, cause hypoglycemia.

[mrberre]

So, here’s the thing. I’ve always had ideas for a massive CMS that would be the back-end engine for a whole bunch of Prince sites.

For instance, a wiki-like site along the lines of PrinceVault, but one that would combine its dry information with more personal content, e.g. a concert entry would link to someone’s personal report of said concert. But not just that, it would also allow its database-origins to use the same information in different ways, e.g. you could generate a grid that would show the tracklists of a tour and how those evolved (much like Uptown used to publish back in the day). Or you could go to an entry of a song and then click through an exhaustive list of every concert that song was ever performed at.

There would also be a “library” of articles: interviews, reviews, press releases, podcasts,... Of course that would be a copyrights nightmare, and thus this library would actually link to the original source instead of merely presenting its text. Full disclosure: this is in fact inspired by Warren Mason’s The Vault: a site from the mid-/late-1990s that contained the contents of numerous newspaper and magazine articles about Prince. It was a great resource, but unfortunately it went offline in the early 2000s (perhaps even late-1990s).

This library would also be used to generate news entries -- mind you, this part of the CMS is still vague and undefined, undoubtedly this is something that would have massively evolved over time.

Of course I never built this, because merely the effort of designing and implementing such a site would be massive, and not something I could ever do alone. And the costs of hosting it would be high.

But some years ago I learned about Github Pages, which would certainly help with the latter problem. Of course, it would mean a static site, but that could still be a valuable resource. I decided to build a management site in ASP.NET MVC where I could enter all the relevant information about articles I would find online (title, contents, author, source, publication date), which then could be used to generate Markdown files per category (publication, topic, author, date), which then could be used by Github pages to be generated into a static site.

I actually built this. It is basically a POC (= proof of concept) and very flawed, but it worked. I entered the details of about 1500 different articles, generated the Markdown files, uploaded them to Github... and then saw Github pages’ site generator choke on the volume of pages and links within those pages. And thus I abandoned it.

Then some weeks ago I learned about Microsoft’s Docfx, which could take Markdown files and generate a static file. I was very skeptical, but I decided to experiment with it... and was immensely impressed. In mere seconds Docfx generated the whole site, and even when I included all the topics as links with each article entry it had no problem. Plus there was a search!

The result of this: https://bjmdotnet.github.io/pr1nc3/ . Granted, it looks extremely basic, but I’m not gonna waste much time and effort on beautifying it. Especially not when it is still lacking so much data, i.e. all those articles from the past three years or so that I didn’t put into the system.

In an ideal world I would have started work on this years or even decades ago, and by now this project would have evolved into a massive array of interlocked Prince-sites, each with their own purpose, with me and others getting paid through income from a Patreon or something similar. But that ain’t gonna happen, so this is what it is. Perhaps I’ll manage to find ways to automate the data entry for the system, but it’s not like I’m gonna spend much time and effort on that.