#emilies c+ parenting

[lewisvinga]

not just a wag | oscar piastri x fem! leclerc! footballer! reader

summary; the leclercs are still crazy protective over their baby sister, ESPECIALLY when she’s dating a fellow f1 driver

fc; emily fox

warnings; cursing

all works taglist; @goldenmclaren @namgification @c-losur3 @minkyungseokie @lavisenri @ollieshifts

note; requested ! ok so turns out as monaco doesn’t have a women’s team??? or they did but not anymore??? idk so we are gonna pretend the kit emily wears is a monaco kit and not an arsenal kit🤍 but anyways my uswnt girlies won gold��

masterlist !

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liked by oscarpiastri, charles_leclerc, and others !

yourusername: another +3 points! can’t wait to keep it up after the break 🫶🙌

tagged; teammate1, teammate2, asmonacofem

oscarpiastri: the prettiest cb itw

yourusername: 🥹

arthur_leclerc: stay???? away?????

charles_leclerc: side eye

lorenzotl: 🤨🤨

yourusername: i can’t stand u guys.

teammate1: our goal stopper 😮‍💨😮‍💨

teammate2: 🤩🤩

username: saving as monaco from conceding, that’s my goat😭🤍

username: i’m sorry but the way her brothers are always under oscar’s comment makes me laugh every time 😭

username: plz THEHRE HILARIOUS!!

username: crazy when y/n and oscar have been together for nearly 4 years too🤣

username: can’t believe she plays for my club🙌

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liked by oscarpiastri, alexandrasaintmleux, and others !

yourusername: ily monaco

tagged; oscarpiastri, alexandrasaintmleux

oscarpiastri: yes i love monaco too

yourusername: 🤨

oscarpiastri: you are monaco , no? so i love you

charles_leclerc: she’s also a child.

yourusername: i’m 21????

alexandrasaintmleux: so gorgeous 😍🌷

yourusername: says u😫

username: MY FAVE WAGS ALEXANDRA AND OSCAR🥰🥰🥰

username: y/n wag? no! oscar is 🙂‍↕️

username: y/n’s face card lmg

username: missing football 💔

charles_leclerc: hope alex was chaperoning 🤍

yourusername: well, no!

alexandrasaintmleux: let the couple live 🙄

arthur_leclerc: why is she w a man alone then? boys have cooties🙄

lorenzotl: she’s a child??

charlotte2304: oh leave them alone! she’s grown!

yourusername: THANK YOU MY FAVORITES ALEX AND CHA!!!!!

teammate1: 🤩🤩

teammate2: 🔥

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liked by yourusername, landonorris, and others !

oscarpiastri: 4 years with you.

tagged; yourusername

yourusername: osc🥹🥹

yourusername: i love you🤍

yourusername: my wag🥸

oscarpiastri: and i love you too

oscarpiastri: my wag🤓

username: they are so cute

charles_leclerc: she’s actually a defender for as monaco and france, she is NOT JUST A WAG

arthur_leclerc: not just any defender, the best in all of france🙄🙄🙄

lorenzotl: ANDDD saved as monaco AND france many times

yourusername: i can’t stand u guys.

username: MY PARENTS!!

username: 4 years and i don’t think i’ll ever get over protective leclerc brothers 😭😭

landonorris: wow 4 years and no ring???

charles_leclerc: lando?

landonorris: yeah?

charles_leclerc: shut the fuck up.

oscarpiastri:🤨

username: 4 years of my parents 😭❤️‍🩹

username: the football player x f1 driver combo goes hard fr 😫

username: no one talking abt lando’s comment??? just me??? ok🤨

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

Just a Shower (A Surprise Story)

Emily Prentiss x fem!reader Warnings: explicit language, newborn times, mostly just fluff(let me know if I've missed anything!) Word count: 1.4k Summary: It's your and Emily's first few days at home with a newborn. Your hormones are running wildly high, and you're having a hard time sorting through all the emotions.

You’d never been so anxious in the shower. Usually the shower was your safe space. Something about the white noise and the warmth of the water always calmed you down. But not today. Because somewhere, just out of earshot, Emily was alone with your baby. Your very new, very tiny, very fragile baby. Logically, you knew that Emily was an excellent caregiver. She’d already spent plenty of time alone with the baby, especially while you were knocked out after your C-section. But this felt… different. You were awake right now. If you were awake… well, it felt like you should be taking care of Eve. You felt guilty for these few moments of time to yourself, even as the guilt and anxiety ruined any sense of calm it would have brought you.

You rushed out of the shower, quickly wrapping yourself in a towel and darting out to the bedroom. Eve had been sleeping in her bassinet when you got in the shower and now she was… gone.

“Em!?” you called, padding quickly into the living room. You let out a sigh of relief when you saw Emily on the couch, eating straight from a bag of pita chips, Eve asleep on her chest. She was, predictably, watching reruns of Forensic Files. The closest she could get to the BAU while on parental leave.

She turned when she heard you enter, smiling as she crunched a pita chip and gesturing to the sleeping baby on her chest. You leaned over the back of the couch to caress the soft swirl of hair at the top of Eve’s head, then to kiss Emily’s cheek.

“Everything okay?” you asked. You knew it was a stupid question. Of course everything was okay. It was Emily. You trusted her with your life. She was the mother of your child. Why couldn’t you just let Emily take care of Eve!?

Emily nodded, patting your hand.

“We’re fine. She woke up a little. But… we’re back asleep now.” Emily gently patted Eve’s back, leaning her cheek against the baby’s head.

“Okay…” You breathed, inexplicably terrified. “Okay, good.”

Emily squeezed your hand, watching you with concern. She always read you like a book.

“Hey. We’re good, honey. She’s just fine, I promise. I won’t let anything happen to her.”

“I know you won’t…” You tear up a little and dash at your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. And the last thing you want is to make Emily feel like you don’t trust her to take care of your daughter.

“Hey,” she cooed, pulling gently at your arm. “Hey, come here. Come here, baby.”

You walked around to the front of the couch, your hair still wet, wrapped in a towel, feeling so stupid and so emotional, and you still couldn’t stop the tears dripping from your face.

“Come here,” Emily insisted, patting her lap, trying to get you to lay your head down.

“But–” you protested, looking at Eve, her little huff’s of breath against Emily’s chest.

“She’s fine, honey.” Emily pulled your head down to her lap. “You’re my girl, too. And you need some love. You’ve had a rough few days.”

“I’m gonna get your pants all wet…” You protest weakly, laying your head on her lap.

“Please,” Emily retorted. “This is the closest I’ve been to a shower in almost a week.”

Just the feeling of her body against yours, the weight of her hand on your head, her fingers threading through your wet strands of hair… you felt calmer already.

“What’s going on in that pretty head, huh?” Emily asked.

You looked up at her, around Eve’s tiny body resting on her chest. She looked exhausted. And you’d seen Emily tired before. You didn’t feel right making her take care of you, too.

“Em… you’re tired…”

“I am.”

You blinked.

“But I’m also your wife, and I love you, and I want to hear about it when you’re not okay.”

“But–”

“Baby.” Her fingers caressed your eyebrows, and you sighed, just to feel her touch. She always knew how to make you feel better. “You take care of me when you’re tired, don’t you? And Eve?”

“Well, yes, of course, but–”

“No buts. I’m her mom, too. And I’m your wife. And we take care of each other. You’re like… a hormone hurricane right now. You’re gonna be emotional. And I’m gonna take care of you. Okay?”

When you didn’t answer, she flicked your forehead.

“Ow!”

“Okay!?”

“Okay!”

“Good.” Emily shifted Eve a bit in her arms. “Now tell me what’s making you cry.”

You sighed deeply, curling into her a bit, your fingers rubbing at the empty toes of Eve’s onesie.

“I’m so worried all the time. I’m worried I’m not good enough at taking care of her. I’m worried… every time I do anything that’s not with her. I feel guilty. Like… like I’m leaving you with a job that’s not yours. But then, I don’t want you to feel like I don’t trust you with her, and it’s… I don’t know, it’s a lot…”

Emily kept running her fingers through your hair, her touch gentle at your scalp.

“Well…” she started. “I’m gonna assume the whole ‘taking care of Eve is not my job’ thing is your baby mama hormones talking because, as we both know, I am Eve’s mom. Just like you. Taking care of her is every bit as much my job as it is yours. You just have certain… duties I can’t perform.”

“I’m sorry…” you stammered, but Emily cut you right off again.

“Nope. We’re not doing that either. You don’t need to be sorry for feeling like that. Not your fault. Lots of hormones. If you still feel like that in a month or so, we’ll deal with it then. But right now? You just… feel what you need to feel, okay?”

“Okay…”

“Baby?” she started again, a little quieter, more emotional this time.

“Yeah?”

“You’re gonna be such a good mom. You’re already a good mom. Eve is so lucky to have you. I am, too. I just want you to know… on your worst day, you are still an incredible mom and wife and person. You don’t need to worry about that.”

“Em…” You grasped the hand that was stroking your hair, bringing it to your lips and kissing her palm.

She rested her hand against your cheek and you closed your eyes and, for a little while, or a long while–it’s hard to tell with baby time–everything was still. All you could hear was breathing. Yours and Emily’s and Eve’s, sharp and quick.

“Will you let me though, Em?”

“Let you what?” she asked, startled out of her reverie.

“Will you let me take care of you, too?”

Letting people take care of her had never been Emily’s strong suit, and you wanted to make sure she didn’t revert to her old, licking-her-wounds-alone ways now that Eve was here. She faltered a bit, but came out alright.

“Yeah. I will.” You could tell she was telling the truth. She’d had to think about it but, yes, she wanted to be a person who lets her partner take care of her.

“Want to prove it?”

“What?”

“Let me take Eve for a bit so you can shower, too,” you insisted, sitting up a bit and replacing Emily’s lap with a pillow so she could get up.

“No!” Emily protested, likely for the same reasons you did.

“Oh, come on. She’ll have to eat soon anyway. And, honestly?” You raise your eyebrows at her. “You need it.”

Emily looked equal parts offended and relieved that you were joking around again. She covered Eve’s ears and hissed, “You shut the fuck up!”

You grinned at her, enjoying the banter after so long of feeling nothing but stress and exhaustion. You shrugged.

“I’m just saying… Wouldn’t hurt.” When Emily still hesitated, you pushed a little harder. “Em. It’s just a shower.”

She huffed, but stood anyway and placed Eve gently on your chest. You loved to watch Emily, even in just this brief transition. The way she was so careful with Eve, so gentle, the way her hand lingered for a moment on the baby’s back, how she pressed a soft kiss to Eve’s head, then another to yours.

“I’ll be back soon, mes filles,” she said, brushing your hair back from your face. She gave you one more kiss on the forehead and another on the lips. “Just yell if you need something, okay?”

“I will.”

You were too focused on Eve to notice, but if you had watched Emily leave the room, you would have seen her pause in the hallway to look back at you and Eve on the couch. You would have seen Emily watching you as you kissed Eve’s head and smelled her baby smell and babbled to her that, “Your mommies love you. Yes, we do. Mommies love you so much.”

You would have even seen her tear up a little, just before she retreated to the shower.

[dearlenore]

YOU NEVER ASKED • S.REID

SUMMARY: when the team requests additional funding from Strauss to upgrade their equipment due to multiple accidents related to their function, you reveal a secret they never would’ve guessed. Over the weeks following they

PAIRING: bau!reader x spencer

tags: cold!reader, established relationship, sugarbaby!spencer, rich reader, needy clingy spencer (even at work),

a/n: this was a request btw thru dm!! If you make a dm request it might take longer or less time entirely depending on if you’ve reposted my work before and I know you or your work and how interesting ur request is, sorry!! My brain is so scrambled

w/c: 1.1K

THE FIRST TIME your co workers saw the extent of your wealth was on a fairly ordinary day.

Spencer’s hand was wrapped around yours under the table.

It wasn’t unusual—Spencer always had to be touching you, whether it was a lingering brush of fingers, his arm slung around your waist, or his head resting against your shoulder after a long day. He wasn’t possessive, just clingy in a way that you had long since accepted, and honestly, found endearing.

Right now, his fingers were loosely laced with yours, thumb brushing absentminded circles against your skin as the team sat in the conference room, focused on a discussion with Strauss.

You were only half-listening. As the BAU’s new liaison, you had to be present for meetings like this, but the budget discussion wasn’t exactly riveting.

“We understand the financial constraints,” Hotch was saying, his voice level as he addressed Strauss, “but this is a necessary expense. We’ve had three major equipment failures in the past month alone.”

Morgan leaned forward. “Two of those put agents at risk. We got lucky, but next time? Maybe we won’t.”

Strauss sighed, clearly unimpressed but unwilling to outright deny the request. “The Bureau’s budget is already stretched thin. I’ll bring this to the director, but I can’t guarantee it’ll be approved.”

Without much thought, you spoke. “I’ll take care of it.”

The room went quiet.

Strauss blinked, turning her attention toward you. “Excuse me?”

You scrolled through something on your phone, barely looking up. “I’ll cover the cost. Just send me the final amount, and I’ll handle it.”

There was a brief pause before Morgan spoke. “You’re serious?”

You glanced at him, almost confused. “Yes.”

JJ, seated across from you, furrowed her brow. “That’s not exactly a small amount.”

“I know.”

Emily tilted her head slightly. “And you can just… do that?”

You finally set your phone down. “Mhm.”

Morgan raised an eyebrow. “Okay, I gotta ask—how?”

Spencer, beside you, stiffened slightly. His grip on your hand didn’t loosen, but you could feel the tension in his posture.

You sighed, as if this was mildly inconvenient rather than a massive revelation. “My parents have money.”

Hotch studied you. “How much money?”

You exhaled, tilting your head slightly. “Enough.”

Garcia adjusted her glasses. “Okay, but what does that mean? Are we talking ‘nice house in the suburbs’ rich or—”

Spencer finally spoke, voice quiet but firm. “…they’re from a long line of friends Ivy league founders”

That sent another wave of silence through the room.

Morgan let out a low whistle. “Damn.”

Emily smirked. “That does explain a lot.”

JJ shook her head, laughing. “And you never mentioned this before because…?”

You shrugged. “It’s not relevant.”

Garcia looked vaguely betrayed. “Not relevant? Not relevant? You have generational wealth, and you didn’t think that was worth mentioning?”

You gave her a flat look. “Would it have changed anything?”

She opened her mouth, then hesitated. “…Okay, maybe not, but still!”

Rossi, who had been listening with mild amusement, finally spoke. “If you’re willing to fund the upgrades, I don’t see why we’d turn it down.”

You nodded. “Just let me know the amount.”

Strauss, looking slightly thrown but not displeased, simply nodded. “I’ll coordinate with the Bureau’s finance department.”

With that, the discussion moved on and everyone but you and Spencer left the conference room.

Spencer, who had been silent throughout the latter half of the conversation, finally exhaled, his grip on your hand tightening slightly.

You turned to him, lips twitching. “You okay?”

He huffed quietly, glancing at you. “You could’ve given me a heads-up.”

“Mhm, but what’s the fun in that?” You cooed before kissing his nose sweetly

The second time was when they caught you pampering your hopelessly adorable boyfriend.

Okay well… for the record.

Spencer Reid was not spoiled.

At least, that’s what he told himself. And everyone else.

Sure, his coffee appeared on his desk every morning, still piping hot from the overpriced café down the street. And yes, his wardrobe had significantly improved over the past few months—his old, slightly ill-fitting sweaters replaced with custom-tailored cashmere ones that felt suspiciously nice against his skin.

And maybe the watch on his wrist was worth more than the entirety of his apartment’s furniture.

But he wasn’t spoiled. Not at all.

The rest of the team, however, seemed to have reached a different conclusion.

“You know, pretty boy,” Morgan drawled, leaning against Spencer’s desk with a smirk, “I never pegged you as the type to have a personal assistant.”

Spencer frowned, looking up from his paperwork. “What?”

Morgan nodded toward the cup of coffee sitting on Spencer’s desk. “That your usual delivery?”

Spencer sighed, setting his pen down. “It’s just coffee.”

“From a place that charges twenty bucks for a latte,” Emily added, appearing behind Morgan with a grin.

Spencer huffed. “It’s not twenty dollars.”

“No, but it’s close,” JJ teased, leaning against the desk beside Morgan.

Spencer opened his mouth to argue, but before he could, the sound of approaching footsteps caught everyone’s attention.

You walked into the bullpen, a small bag in hand, and made a beeline straight for Spencer’s desk.

“Hey,” you greeted, dropping the bag onto his desk before pressing a quick kiss to his temple. “Lunch.”

Spencer’s lips twitched in a smile as he peered inside the bag. His favorite Italian , a side of fruit, and—he pulled out the container—homemade cookies from the expensive French bakery he loved.

His heart swelled.

“Thank you,” he murmured, glancing up at you with something bordering on pure adoration.

You just smiled. “Of course.”

Morgan, JJ, and Emily exchanged a look before Morgan spoke. “Okay, I have to ask—how often does this happen?”

You tilted your head. “How often does what happen?”

“This.” He gestured to the coffee, the lunch, everything. “Bringing him food, buying him clothes—spoiling him.”

You raised an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t call it spoiling.”

Emily scoffed. “Oh, it definitely is.”

Spencer crossed his arms, shifting slightly in his seat. “I am not spoiled.”

JJ smirked. “Reid, when was the last time you paid for your own coffee?”

Spencer hesitated.

Morgan grinned. “Exactly.”

You chuckled, crossing your arms. “What, am I not allowed to take care of my boyfriend?”

“Oh, you definitely are,” Emily said. “It’s just funny watching him try to pretend he’s not completely pampered.”

Spencer huffed. “I am not—”

“Pretty boy, you don’t even drive anymore.”

Spencer scowled. “That’s just practical. Why should I drive when I can be chauffeured—” He stopped, realizing his mistake immediately.

Morgan grinned. “Chauffeured?”

Emily outright laughed. “Oh, that’s rich.”

Spencer sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I hate all of you.”

JJ patted his shoulder. “No, you don’t.”

You leaned down, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “It’s okay, baby. Let them tease.”

Spencer groaned, but his cheeks were already tinged pink.

Yeah. He was never going to live this down.

[miraculous-metamorphosis]

Love what you're doing!!! Is there anything about Marinette's and Adrien's family? Pics or just some more info about them? (I'm also kinda guessing that Julia is supposed to be Manon's replacement?)

Mod CN- So first thing's first, Manon isn't getting replaced! Marinette just has a younger sister now! But Julia and Manon are best friends.

But we did design the whole family! In fact, we designed literally every single character in the show, we just haven't shown them yet!

But for the Dupain-Chengs, we gave Marinette a younger sister b/c we felt like Mathias and Lucy would be the type of couple to have two children, by personal preference and the culture Lucy grew up in.

Mathias and Lucy haven't changed up much personality-wise in Metamorphosis, but Mathias is now a little bit more over-protective, based off of his characterization in the movie.

Lucy's side of the family is much more involved in the story now! Zhihao, Marinette's great-uncle, would be moving in to Paris to start a new restaurant there, and we plan to have several episodes focusing on giving Shu-Yin a character! We're still designing Marinette's maternal grandparents, but we have plans to give them a semi-big role in season 4!

Also, we're still working on this, but we plan to bring in some family angst, focusing on how Gina isn't spending a lot of time with her family. Making her a good person, just overall acknowledging her flaws more. As well as a deceased bigoted grandfather who still gives Mathias and Lucy trouble, even after he's long gone.

Mod LB- As for the Lachances... let's start with the elephant in the room.

As we have addressed in many posts, Gabriel is NOT the butterfly holder in this universe, neither is Nathalie for the peacock.

Despite this, Gabriel is still going to be the cause of MANY problems.

We're leaning on the idea that Gabriel is more superstitious in this rewrite, he believes in something called "The Lachance Luck." Which he believes is the root that leads to all the misfortunes the family had experienced over the years.

Also, in case you're wondering where Adrien's Bodyguard/Gorilla/Placide I.T. is, he's Major Daume now! Based off of his original conceptual design found here. We plan for Daume to be more of the fatherly figure to Adrien, allowing him to sneak around and find loopholes to give the kid more freedom. He also learns of Adrien's identity mid-season 1, and keeps it a secret, even from Adrien. He prefers to wait for Adrien to open up on his own.

Nathalie is toned down a little from the series, no longer an explorer hired by Tomoe or whatever, she's just a stoic secretary who eventually becomes more motherly to Adrien and Felix.

Amelie actually moves in with the Lachances after the death of Colt Fathom. She's still the same as she was in the series, although she butts heads with her brother-in-law frequently over his parenting skills.

As for the deceased... Emilie is, no questions asked, no ambiguity, just outright dead. A woman who haunts the narrative, and drives most of Gabriel's actions posthumously. But we still plan to give her a character, and a LOT of flaws, so she isn't going to be a fridged wife.

Oh also colt fathom isn't an abusive asshole, or that important. Just some yankee-doodle-dandy who kicked the bucket. But his death did impact who Felix is as a character, making him grow up too fast and learn to be more responsible for his grieving mother and family.

[avaleigh16]

Ghost: Time for plan G.

Soap: Don’t you mean plan B?

Ghost: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.

Y/n: What about plan D?

Ghost: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.

Kyle: What about plan E?

Ghost: I’m hoping not to use it. Rudy dies in plan E.

Alejandro: I like plan E.

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*Soap is reading a Clifford The Big Red Dog book*

Y/n, watching: How did he get to be so big? Do they ever explain that?

Soap: Well, Emily’s love for him grew, and so did he.

Y/n: Well, your dog is pretty small. Guess that says something about you, huh?

Soap, angrily shutting their book: YOU’RE SMALL! WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT YOUR PARENTS?!?!

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Ghost: As top in this relationship, I think we should-

Soap: I can't believe you're pulling rank on me.

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Rudy: Listen, we’re done, we’re over! Okay?

Y/n: Whatever bitch, you ain’t never gonna find no one like me.

Rudy: Yeah, that's the point shithead!

[creatingblackcharacters]

"This aspect of [Christine] Jorgensen’s story figured prominently for those acutely aware of how unfreedom—in the forms of criminalization, colonialism, imperial conquest, internment, Jim Crow, and other modes of repressive, quotidian violence—figured black life in the United States and around the world. In a letter written to Jorgensen’s parents, one woman wrote, “I am a Negro . . . [and] find many obstacles that must be overcome. [Jorgensen also] . . . belonged to a minority group but she [broke] through its limitations. If more people would face the brunt of the battle I am sure we would all live in a much more pleasant world.”

The letter’s invocation of the rhetoric of war to describe the forms of violent limitation that defined blackness as a matter to “overcome” exposes how Jorgensen’s spectacularized trans embodiment carried with it an illusory promise of freedom within a landscape of structural, textual, and physical violence of varying scales.

Jorgensen, in other words, as Emily Skidmore has argued, was instrumental to the construction of the “good transsexual,” whereby she and other white trans women “were able to articulate transsexuality as an acceptable subject position through an embodiment of the norms of white womanhood, most notably domesticity, respectability, and heterosexuality.”

This maneuver, Skidmore notes, “was only possible through the subjugation of other gender variant bodies[;] as the subject position of the transsexual was sanitized in the mainstream press and rendered visible through whiteness, other forms of gender variance were increasingly made visible through nonwhiteness.”"

Black On Both Sides- A Racial History of Trans Identity, C Riley Snorton

(yes, I know that they used 'sexual' instead of 'gender', they're using the language of the time to explain how Christine was received politically versus cis and trans people of color)

[caseycabotsvu]

A New Lease Of Life (Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau)

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Emily and JJ nurture and support y/n as they navigate her first visit with her new social worker...

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As JJ pulled the SUV into Quantico, y/n remained asleep tucked firmly under Emily’s arm. Emily reached over unbuckling her seatbelt slowly prising y/n out of the seat into her arms before follow JJ into the office. “You know Em you suit this. You’re really good with her, she trust you.” Emily blushed at JJ’s words, all she wanted was to be a mother and JJ understood how much that meant to her.

Reaching the office, JJ  contacted the on-call case worker due to her job in liaison and her prior experience of social services. Soon enough Y/n’s social worker appeared striding into the small office introducing herself to Jennifer. “Hi, I’m Kelly I’ve been assigned as y/n’s social worker and will manage her placements within the system.” JJ’s heart cried out for the young girl unable to bare the thought of young y/n already with so much trauma being placed into the system, already vulnerable and susceptible to so much more abuse. Emily understood all the same, and her desire to become a parent had always been pertinent then when she met JJ it only became more intense. The couple longed for the opportunity to adopt and had already sought out their licenses and had become fully vetted for both short and long term placements.

In JJ’s office, Emily placed y/n down on the sofa momentarily whilst she tied her hair away from her face. Y/n swiftly woke up panicked at the lack of contact, looking around the room with wide glassy eyes for Emily, before finding her, reaching out her tiny hands and latching back onto her FBI jacket, before the tears in her y/e/c eyes could fall. “It’s okay lovey I’m right here.” The girl relaxed as soon as Emily sat down pulling her into her side allowing y/n to succumb to her sleep.

While y/n slept the conversation began with Kelly explaining the process of y/n’s placement within the system and Emily and JJ listened intently making sure the child was to be properly cared for. “So, as your aware y/n will be placed into the system today. We have a group shelter for her as there are no available short-term placements for her within residential or group settings currently due to the influx of new cases.” JJ and Emily looked at each other with concern before returning their attention to y/n's social worker. JJ decide this was her time to step in and take charge, thinking of little y/n's welfare, “Well, we were thinking, y/n has already formed a crucial attachment to Emily and clearly she is vulnerable so we do not think a shelter placement would be in her best interest. Emily and I are both licensed and willing to take y/n into our care. Our brownstone is checked and vetted, and we are both fully certified with the state's childcare boards. We would like to go through the process of adoption if that is a valid avenue to explore.” Emily nodded along with JJ allowing the social worker to gain the relevant information she required. “Well as the circumstances are unusual I will have to step out to make a few phone calls and discuss this option with my supervisor before I can consider signing off on the relevant paperwork with you both. Is y/n okay to stay here whilst I do so?” Both nodded, as the social worker exited the office.

Emily began picking at her nails, an anxious habit she developed, JJ could tell her anxiety was rising so she went over to comfort her partner, sitting with the pair holding Emily’s hands to stop her drawing blood from her ragged cuticles. Emily lowly chucked, “Sorry, I’m just worried honey. What if they don't accept us, I don't want to see another child slip through the cracks of the system." Emily's catastrophising continued, " What if I’m not a good parent JJ, my mom was never a good parent, and I’m related to her, she was always off flaunting her wealth and statues at ambassador events, I don't want to become that figure in any child's life.” JJ shook her head in dismissal, “Em, you are nothing like your mother, you will be a great parent, y/n is already so attached to you, she clearly feels safe and nurtured within your care. You are already doing the best you can for her so please never forget that, whatever happens.” Emily hummed noncommittally, slightly smiling at her wife, nervously waiting for y/n's social worker to return with a decision. After what felt like hours, y/n's social worker returned, seeing y/n unmoved from Emily’s lap she smiled at the trio. Emily was on the edge of her seat ready to fight for the young child, but luckily she didn't have to.

“I know you will both make great parents to y/n,” is all she said, as JJ and Emily beamed suddenly with delight. “Wait, so you’re saying we’re cleared for adoption? We can move forward with the paperwork and emergency placement?” Emily questioned hurriedly. “Yes, your all cleared, we just have the emergency housing paperwork to go through and discuss y/n’s needs, then we will move onto the longer section of the legal guardianship paperwork as the adoption is in progression.” The couple nodded along understanding the long but worthwhile process ahead of them, “Y/n’s medical history is currently blank, we can't find many of her details within the system but I want to discuss her current lack of verbal communication. It could be due to the trauma she has faced over the past few days or her age and as her advocate and social worker I would suggest slowly trying to incorporate situations for her to communicate with you both verbally, but I am sure your both well versed in understanding the complexities of childhood trauma.”

JJ and Emily nodded and agreed with the social worker, “Yes I think Emily and I will put together some resources for y/n to explore and see how she is most comfortable in communicating her needs with us. Em why don’t we print off some visual timetable queues to see if that helps y/n communicate her needs if she isn’t able to verbalise those right now.” JJ suggested, pulling together as many options as she could think to support the child, “I think that’s a great idea Jay, let’s put some resources together this afternoon and we can use them if we need to. It's best to give her the options to explore and understand what works best.” Emily and JJ were beginning to understand how their life was suddenly changing but the couple were so excited for the future with their beautiful daughter.  

Once the emergency paperwork was signed and the other legal documents where under the process of review, Emily gentle woke y/n up, “Hey my sleepy girl, are you feeling better?” y/n nodded reaching up to rub her eyes and look around the room. “Hey so honey this is Kelly she’s your social worker. She’s going to help you, JJ and I from now on. But first we’d like to know how you feel about coming to live with JJ and I?” Y/n smiled reaching out of JJ pulling her closer, “I live with Emmy and Jay?” y/n whispered softly, barely audible, as the adults in the room were shocked by her sudden speech. “Yes honey you’re going to come and live with JJ and I, if you want that?” The young girl nodded shyly, “Please Emmy.” Will that the three embraced in a small hug before waving off the social worker. “I look forward to seeing your progress y/n, remember I’ll be here if you need me, Emily and JJ can contact me anytime.” Y/n sent her a shy wave as she left the trio together to talk. “So, Emmy is it now? I really like that name its suits you, you know that right?” JJ smiled looking down at her wife and their daughter sat on the couch. Emily smiled up at her, “I think Jay is perfect too. You’re very good at choosing nicknames y/n, aren't you.” Emily praised y/n, earning a small giggle from the girl before she hid her face in Emily’s neck, not used to the attention.

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Tag List: @olderwomenenthusiast @m-1234-5 @wands-natsthing

[spacesapphi]

MOREEEE HES TRIO HEADCANONS

There's some. There's some sad ones in here, sorry. Warnings for mentions of death, neglect, and bullying

HCs below the cut

Elliott

- LOVES cats sm, has a little tabby named Mr. Darcy who he adores more than anything. Sometimes it'll knock over his inkwells or bat at his quills but he doesn't seem to mind

- He's the youngest of five kids and kind of the black sheep of the family. Rarely got attention besides teasing over his interests growing up, and used books to cope with it

- Doesn't really make eye contact, it makes him really nervous

- he actually briefly knew Harvey as a child and they were each other's only friend. Harvey moved away about 3 years after they met and they finally reunited in Pelican Town

- He can draw, but writing is much preferred

- Wrote letters to Harvey after he moved. When he was in highschool his dad got to the mail before him, read a new letter, and forbid him from communicating with Harvey again with no explanation. Elliott was devastated

- Went to college for writing and literature! He was able to publish his first book because he got a very good letter of recommendation from his professors for his work. The money he earned from it helped him get out of his town and away from his family

- Pelican Town has made him feel the most peaceful he's ever felt in his life. The cabin gets lonely, but he's happy and he cant imagine himself anywhere else

Harvey

- His dad was a military medic and unfortunately died while stationed when Harvey was a baby. His grandpa moved in to help raise him, and as mentioned in the previous HCs, was responsible for his interest in being a pilot

- He likes wearing headphones in public to block out loud noises, but gets too shy to do so often because he thinks it'll draw attention to him

- had a secret clubhouse he and Elliott used as a kid (literally just an abandoned garage where they kept a bunch of their stuff) but it meant a lot to them. It was a place to get away from the bullying they faced

- was incredibly short all his life until he got a crazy growth spurt in highschool and wound up being 6'2

- says shit like "good golly!" And "cheese and crackers!"

- he's a nerd, this man does not take his whiskey neat and bed at 3

- HES THE ONE THATS TOO SWEET

- Wrote letters to Elliott a lot after he moved. They stopped when the two of them were in highschool. Harvey sent a letter confessing he had a crush and never got one back, so he thought he did something wrong until he met Elliott again

- his mother is a huge ally and comforted him a lot after that incident. She loves her son so much :(

- He has really bad asthma

Shane

- much of what Jas has is a hand-me-down she got from Shane. All the toys, clothes, and stuff like that are from his childhood before he came out. They're a bit outdated, but Shane and Marnie can't always afford brand new things for her

- He went to college on a gridball scholarship, but studied in Visual Arts. The camera he has in his 7.5 heart event is one he used to make short films for classes.

- Came out to Marnie as trans at 12 and was terrified to do so. She was really accepting and sweet though! He let her be a big part of the new name process too :)

- Jas's parents were also in those classes and the three of them often worked on projects together. It's how they became best friends! He still has all the reels of little films they made, and watches some of them with Jas when they're really missing her parents

- Clint has a one-sided beef with him since Shane is Emily's best friend and ex. He views him as competition for some reason and acts weird about it. Shane has absolutely no clue why and just thinks he's weird

- He got really good at styling hair after he took in Jas. She likes just having her hair in two pigtails mostly but he can do some fun styles!

- Has a lot of health issues post recovery because of how heavy his drinking was. He's sick fairly often and it's frustrating for him

- Driving and being in a car makes him anxious, he prefers to either walk or bike if he can help it

- Let's his hair start growing out after he starts recovery. He gets it to a nice medium length. Tried to go for a mullet but Emily begged him to cut it 😭

- He does NOT like Lewis at all because of how he treats Marnie and he has to restrain himself to act civil, for his his aunts sake

[imagining-in-the-margins]

CM Family Fic Rec List

Hey everyone! I want to start by saying thank you so much to everyone who participated - it was so much fun to write alongside you all, and I can’t wait to share everyone’s hard work. You are so appreciated, and you makes these events better.

Without further ado, here are all of the entries + recs for the CM Family Challenge!

SFW S.R. Fics (Pregnancy/Parenting)

Growing Pains: Spencer finds unfamiliar lingerie in the laundry. When he confronts his wife, he learns it belongs to their teenage daughter.

One Last Chance? by @justanothercmblog: Spencer and his wife have decided to foster a teenager.

Little Genius by @c-m-stuff: You and Spencer are married. You two have a beautiful daughter, who is coming to work with you.

Somewhere to Belong by @fortheloveofwonderland: You and Spencer have only been dating a few months when he drops the bombshell that he wants to adopt a child and it throws you into turmoil.

Who's Your Daddy? by @justawritterwithideas: After a long day's work, the BAU returns to the head office where they find a stroller with a small baby sleeping and a child very determined to surprise his father. c

SFW S.R. Fics (Other Family Dynamics)

The Mother Wound by me: Spencer and Reader bond over the difficulty of an emotionally absent mother.

A Desert Bloom by me: Reader has never liked cacti. Spencer finally finds out why.

A Well-Kept Secret by @astrophileous: While working on a case in D.C., Spencer didn't expect to hear a familiar name being mentioned as the sole surviving witness. Or, in which the team discovers Spencer's well-kept secret.

Pet Parents by @junipers-archive: In which Spencer and Reader adopt a baby (dog).

Keep reading for other pairings, more of my S.R. fics, and another related Fic Rec Masterlist!

Other Pairings

Motherhood by @foxy-eva: Temily. Emily and Tara become mothers.

May by @gaelic-symphony: Temily. Tara and Emily babysit the Simmons kids.

Maternal Instinct by @gaelic-symphony: Emily/Alex Blake. Motherhood brings with it complicated feelings for new moms Emily and Alex. Written for the CM fandom gift exchange.

Keeping the Faith [AO3] by @masterwords: Hotchgan. Hotch and Derek take the kids to Easter Service.

Going Home Time [AO3] by @/masterwords: Hotchgan. Hotch and Jessica co-parent Jack

Home is Where the Heart Is by @prentiss-theorem: Alex Blake/Fem!Reader. Domesticity with Alex, Ethan, and Reader.

The Sound of (No) Silence [AO3] by @/ArwenLaLaith: Alex Blake/Fem!Reader. Reader and Alex have just welcomed their daughter into the world.

Home by @neuroprincess: Alex Blake/Fem!Reader. Alex finally returns home after one week.

Question of Timing by @codename-mom: [NSFW] Aaron/Haley. Aaron finally agreed to make Haley a mother and she realised that the d-day is now. The issue is: how to convinced a husband afraid AF to be a father to do the last step? 

Be sure to check out @darcyfangirlsfrequently's Masterlist of entries, which includes fics for Luke Alvez, Garvez, and Tara/Rebecca!

Be sure to also check out @the-guilty-writer's Masterlist of entries, which includes fics for Child!Readers of Spencer, Rossi, Derek, and Hotch, as well as Emily's sibling!

Gen Fics

Mothers and Daughters by @/gaelic-symphony: When Ambassador Prentiss brings the team a kidnapping case, it causes Emily to reflect back on her tumultuous relationship with her mother.

A Day At Work by @/codename-mom: Platonic. JJ arrived early in Hotch’s office to discover that he was not alone. A surprise guest was with him for the day.

Looking for more?

Keep reading for the rest of my Spencer Reid fics associated with pregnancy and parenting!

SFW S.R./Mom!Reader

Impromptu: Reader learns some shocking news when a case lands her in the hospital.

Painting by Numbers: Spencer is still a little worried about his pregnant wife painting the house.

Practice Run: Spencer and Reader take on Derek’s challenge to babysit.

The Prodigy Path: At a parent teacher conference, Spencer and Reader explain their seemingly unorthodox parenting style.

Fairytales: Spencer comes home to his very tired wife and even more tired child who refused to go to bed without a bedtime story from their dad.

Intentions: Spencer’s teenage daughter wants to have a conversation with you about your intentions with her father.

Defining Family: Spencer finds out he’s a dad… to a twelve year old girl. Your twelve year old girl, who just broke into the FBI.

From the Tree: The kidnapping case becomes personal when Spencer and Reader get a call from their nanny.

S.R. & Child!Reader

Like Father, Like You: Child!Reader. Platonic. In which Spencer’s child comes out as not-straight.

NSFW S.R./Fem!Reader

Domesticity: Reader gets worked up watching Spencer with kids. He notices.

Different Kind of Daddy: After a rough day, Reader has good news for her husband.

Santa’s Gift: Reader asks her husband what he wants for Christmas.

To Have and To Hold: Reader is trying to save her marriage, but Spencer seems resigned to its failure.

Stork Song: Spencer and Reader try to find intimacy again following a terrible loss.

Still not satisfied?!

Check out my extensive Father's Day Rec List!

Thanks for reading.

[seramilla]

Lilith Fund Prompt #2

For Anon: "Human Carmilla tells Sera's family how wonderful she is and how terrible they've been to her, and she'll never let them hurt Sera or Emily again."

Carmilla Carmine's girlfriend, whom she had barely just started dating after nearly a year of friendship, is still new to being out of the closet. Her parents aren't exactly...supportive of these things. They barely allowed her to go to a public university for graduate school in the first place, wanting to keep her insulated in their religious community as much as possible.

But when Sera had finally struck out on her own, and sat down next to Carmilla in their physics class that first morning on campus, the rest was history. They quickly became friends, sharing a love for science, and wanting to make a difference in the world, in their own way. What followed was a year of mutual pining, a year of awkward flirting on Carmilla's part, to get Sera to understand what she really craved out of their relationship.

Sera didn't fight her, exactly. Maybe she was in denial, or her religious upbringing made her unable to see the obvious at first. But eventually, Carmilla's efforts won out. She could no longer deny her own feelings, so Sera agreed to go on a date with her. Just to see what this was all about.

That first date turned to two, then three, and then lots of fun sessions making out on Carmilla's couch. Sera still lives at home, so any such activities have to be done away from her family. But Sera doesn't mind. She loves Carmilla's twins. Adores them, in fact. Carmilla had them young, and somehow, had paid her own way through two bachelor's degrees, and is now working on a master's. She's an inspiring woman -- everything Sera ever wanted in a partner. Everything she's ever wanted for herself.

Carmilla knows Sera has a much younger sister. Very close in age to her daughters. Sera and Emily are so far apart in age, unfortunately, that given how much Sera's parents would freak if they knew who their daughter is dating, Carmilla has yet to be introduced.

When they're not together, they text constantly throughout the day, so it's a little surprising when Carmilla doesn't hear from Sera for an entire morning. It's afternoon by the time she gets that first message, and it's not the bright and bubbly "How was your day?" that she's expecting.

Sera's message is very curt, and Carmilla's hackles are already raised. She jumps out of her seat and onto her feet when she reads it.

Sera: Carmilla. I need help. Please c

The message is cut short. Carmilla's body is moving too fast for her brain to keep up. She is on autopilot, not even remembering the drive to Sera's house -- she knows where it's located in case of emergencies, but has never been there herself. Thankfully, Sera's little hybrid is parked outside, so she's obviously home. Carmilla's SUV screeches to a halt on the curb, rubber staining the road. She flies out of the vehicle, barely remembering to put it in park, before she's at the door, about to knock.

Carmilla's about to shoot Sera a text, to let her know she's outside, just in case, when she suddenly hears shouting. It's muffled behind the big, expensive door. There's a woman's voice, angry, and a deeper, obviously male voice, even angrier. One of them says Sera's name before Carmilla hears a crash.

Carmilla doesn't wait. She pushes the door open. She barely has a chance to glance inside, before she spots Sera cowering in the hallway near the entrance. She's on the floor, turned toward the door, with one arm over her head, as if trying to protect herself from some impending force.

There's a child screaming in the background, out of sight.

"How dare you!" the man's voice shouts, presumably Sera's father, also out of sight. "I give you everything--EVERYTHING! And this is how you fucking repay me?!"

Sera's phone comes flying at her through a doorway, probably from the living room, and would have smacked her in the head hard, had her arm not been protecting her face. Sera's been crying, cheeks covered in fresh tears. Her phone lands right-side up, and Carmilla can see from the doorway her texts to Sera on the screen.

Shit, Carmilla thinks. They know.

Her suspicions are confirmed when the woman, presumably Sera's mother, moves into the entryway, yelling at her daughter to stand up.

"Get up!" she shouts, looming larger than life over Sera's terrified form. "Get up now! You're going to call that bitch, and tell her this is over. You are going to end this, or we are pulling all support!"

Sera looks like she wants to beg. She tries to speak, but under her mother's stern refusal to listen, she can't seem to find the words the woman wants to hear.

"Please, Mother," Sera manages, gasping through short fits and sobs. "Please don't make me."

"Leave her alone! Mommy, leave her alone!"

A little girl. Almost a much smaller, tinier version of Sera, comes from the same room as her mother, trying to squeeze between the two women to make herself a barrier. She looks up at her mother sternly, expression far more brave and fierce than any five-year-old has any right to be.

"Emily," the woman says, in a warning tone. "Get out of the way."

"No!" Emily shouts, trying to square up and make herself even taller. Her arms are out in front of her, putting some distance between herself and her parent. The girl barely comes up to Carmilla's waist. She's even smaller than Carmilla's daughters, and she's trying to protect Sera with her tiny body.

"Emily, if you don't move, I swear I'm going to--"

Carmilla's heard enough.

Maybe this would be considered breaking and entering. Carmilla doesn't know. She doesn't think so, since technically Sera invited her over. But she doesn't have time to consider that anymore.

Her body is on autopilot again as she shoves past the door and into the entryway. Sera squeaks in surprise at her girlfriend suddenly appearing out of thin air, and Carmilla puts herself squarely between the sisters and their mother.

The woman gasps in surprise, stepping back. Carmilla does her best not to freak the fuck out. She puts on her bravest face. If a five-year-old can do it, so can she.

"Don't touch them," Carmilla says to the woman, voice deeper and scarier than she's ever sounded in her life. Their mother looks too stunned to speak. Similarly, Carmilla now has a glimpse of Sera's father, and he is equally at a loss for words, at this stranger bursting into his home.

Looking down to Sera, Carmilla asks more calmly, "Are you okay?"

Sera's grabbed onto Emily, sitting up and holding the girl between her legs on the floor. Emily has her arms around Sera's neck, nearly cutting off Sera's oxygen, she's gripping her so tight.

"Yes," Sera manages to say. It doesn't help that she's still crying. "I'm sorry, Carmilla. I didn't know what else to do."

"Don't apologize," Carmilla says. "I'm here now."

"Who the hell are you?!" Sera's father finally speaks up. Her mother has already backed away from Carmilla's intimidating presence, but the father advances, having no such qualms about invading his daughters' and Carmilla's space. "Are you the little girlfriend? You have a lot of fucking nerve coming here!"

Carmilla tries to remain calm. Does her best not to do anything rash. She is still on someone else's property, and while she can take care of herself, this person looks like he could still do some damage, if he really wanted to. He'd legally be in the right if he wanted to start a fight with her.

The bastard just won't stop talking.

"I should have known you'd go behind my back to do this." He's talking to Sera now, still inching closer to the three of them. Much closer than Carmilla would normally tolerate. This man's presence makes her nauseous. He's practically in her face now. There is alcohol on his breath.

"What a worthless, disgraceful bitch you are." He's still addressing Sera, like Carmilla's not even there. "After everything we've done for you, Sera. All the money and opportunities wasted. You let this...this SIN into our house! Living this lifestyle! Throwing away everything we've taught you! What a spoiled, ungrateful brat you are!"

Then he acknowledges Carmilla. Nostrils flaring in anger, like he could literally breathe fire onto them if he wanted. He looks like he wants to punch her. He just might.

"And you! What gives you the right to--?!"

The man moves closer and raises his hand, as if to bring it down on her. Behind her, Carmilla sees both Sera and Emily flinch in advance, as if they've been expecting this development all along.

Carmilla recalls a memory. A patchwork of bruises on Sera's body. The ones Carmilla spotted a few times while she was kissing her. The ones Sera tried to keep covered up with turtle-necks and long sleeves. That she previously tried to brush off, insisting they didn't have anything to do with that's going on at home.

Oh shit, Carmilla thinks, oh fuck, this is not good at all.

All of Carmilla's remaining decorum washes away like water. Replaced by a silent, stoic rage that stops Sera's father in his tracks. He looks at her, worried, when Carmilla does not appear at all intimidated by him.

"Don't you touch her," Carmilla growls. Not unlike an animal. "Don't lay a fucking finger on either of them. Ever again!"

"What gives you the right to come into my house and tell me what to do?" he asks.

Carmilla steps forward. She doesn't touch him. Doesn't let him have the satisfaction of letting her break down. But she has no problem at all yelling straight in his and the mother's face.

"You were gifted the most beautiful, brilliant daughter in the world. She is the kindest, most wonderful person I have ever met, and you would treat her like this?! You'd put your hands on...on your children?! How dare you!"

Carmilla reaches down, helping Sera to stand, but keeping her and Emily behind her. Maintaining her status as the wall between them. Sera still can't look either of her parents in the eye, but that's fine. Carmilla will give them an earful of everything they need to hear, and more.

"Neither of you deserve to even breathe the same air as Sera, let alone call her your daughter! Don't think I haven't seen the bruises and scars! I am very aware of how your type tries to control and manipulate their kids. And now you're doing the same thing to this little one! Both of you are...you're fucking monsters."

Carmilla pushes Sera, and Emily still in her arms, toward the front door. Sera almost seems panicked about what to do...relieved that Carmilla came to her rescue, but fumbling with Emily, not sure whether to take her with them or put her down.

"Sera, what are you doing?" her mother gasps. Sera's not sure how to answer. "Put your sister down. Leave Emily here."

Carmilla answers for her.

"I'm getting these two medical attention, if they need it," Carmilla snarls. "You can either let us leave, and let me take care of them, or I will be getting the authorities involved. It's your choice. One way or another...neither of you will hurt them ever again. I can promise you that."

"And how do you intend on accomplishing that? You came into my house!"

Sera's father sneers. He really must take Carmilla for an idiot.

Carmilla laughs. "You really think this is the first time I've been in this situation? I've two girls of my own. I am very familiar with your kind. I'll help Sera get custody of Emily the same way I got sole custody of my girls -- by making your lives an absolute living hell."

Too stunned to speak, maybe due to someone finally standing up to them, neither of Sera's parents try to stop them. Sera's mother looks at her oldest daugher one last time as they head toward the door, a pleading expression on her face. Sera refuses to meet her mother's gaze, partially out of shame, and also due to a fierce desire to just get herself and Emily out of that house once and for all.

She squeezes Emily tighter. The little girl has her face buried in Sera's chest.

"We'll be at the hospital," Carmilla says aloud one last time, picking up Sera's discarded phone off the floor on their way out. "Don't bother trying to follow us. I texted my friend at the police station on the way here that I might be headed there next. Just let us leave."

Sera's parents do let them leave, without any further protest. Carmilla straps Emily into one of Odette and Clara's spare booster seats, and gets Sera settled in beside her up front.

Her friend at the station, Lucifer, has already agreed to pick up her girls from daycare, if necessary. She's sure his daughter Charlie won't mind an impromptu playdate.

Carmilla high tails it out of that swanky neighborhood, shooting Lucifer a text that she's finally on the way to the hospital.

Carmilla: OMW. Thanks again, Luc. Lucifer: I hope you didn't do anything too drastic. Carmilla: Didn't lay a hand on them. You know me. Lucifer: Good deal. Be careful, Carm. Charlie says hi.

(PSA: This is a work of fiction. Please do not steal children.)

[eyesontheskyline]

Things I learned when researching for reckless (just enough) that did not fit with the mental model I already had, or throwaway lines in other fics I had already written:

medical abortion (like, managed by pills, not by surgery) became legal in Italy in 2009 - 'experimentally' in 2006, although it was already in common use in a whole bunch of other countries, obviously. France was first to approve an abortion pill, in 1988. In 1985-86, Emily would've had a D&C, and it would've been illegal without her parents' consent, because she was under 18.

the at home pregnancy tests around at the time were not the 'pee on a stick and see a line in a couple of minutes' types - they looked a bit like a chemistry set and took 30 mins.

I realised as I was researching for this fic that I am very used to the kind of reproductive rights I have always had, and it is absolutely mind blowing how new they are, and how fragile.

Fifteen-year-old Emily deserved better. We all deserve better.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

We will protect you. Part IV

Self-Aware! BSD Characters x GN! Reader

Description: ADA and you discuss, what you manage to uncover, with the rest of the Gang. But, you never expected to see three particular names in the list.

Warning: OOC. English is my second language.

Part III

Part V

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You were sitting one of the couches in the living room, between Yosano and Kouyou. You and ADA returned home fifteen minutes ago and were telling others, what happened today.

ADA members were the ones, who did most of the talking. They explained in details, what they do to Stalker. And it was impressive in their own way. Yes, today, they mostly used physical power, but, some people only learn, that dog us angry, only when said dog bite them. And, while it was strange to have Dazai of all people using raw power, you feel so grateful towards him for protecting you today. You were grateful towards all Armed Detective Agency members, Katai and Natsume for today's protection.

Ranpo finally stopped talking and took a list of Stalker's accomplices from the table.

"With Stalker's phone we had some evidence, that will help us punish them severely. But, we need to punish a few more people. Stalker's accomplices..."

Everyone's gazes became darker. Ranpo start reading out loud. Poe took Stalker's phone and Katai turn on his laptop.

"First names, Emily Glover and Eugene Porcher..." You sighed, hearing these names.

"My university professors. They are responsible for job assignment during Charity Fair."

Poe start scrolling through Stalker's phone, trying to find Stalker's chat with anyone from this two.

"No... No... Found it! It seems, that Stalker posed as poor shy crushing student, who just want to see you from afar. And the café were the best option for them, because of all this windows," Poe's hands were shaking because of anger. "Your two professors didn't even question them, after you started to tell everyone about the Stalker."

You rub your forehead and lean your back on Yosano. She immediately put her hand on your head and start playing with your hair.

"Okay... Next?"

Ranpo cleared his throat.

"Johnathan Burke, manager of the café..."

This time, Katai clarify his reasons.

"Stalker pay them for keeping you on Closing Shift."

Ranpo named the third accomplice.

"Samson Beck, police officer, it seems, he and Stalker knew each other. Ollie Foster and Lennie Finch, two students. They..."

You finished.

"Don't like me. Especially after I moved in with you."

Ranpo nodded.

"Yes, unfortunately. And, there are three more names. I have never heard them before. Justin Blackwood, Angela Blackwood and Tory Swanson."

You perked up, hearing these names. You jumped from the couch and snatched the list from the Ranpo.

"And here I hoped that it was a hallucination and I didn't see these three names."

Everyone stared at you. You quickly explained.

"Justin and Angela are my uncle and aunt. [C/N]'s parents."

Kunikida adjusted his glasses.

"I assume, they also liked to call in the middle of the night?"

You mumble something and shrug. You took a pen from the table and start spinning it, trying to calm down.

"Maybe? At least, they never called me in the middle of the night. As for Tory, she is my cousin, I guess. We are not blood related, she is Justin's niece."

Atsushi looked puzzled.

"Okay... What do they get from helping Stalker?"

Poe, who was checking chats, spoke.

"Well, they mentioned something about... inheritance and old hotel. And, being ready to help Stalker get you."

You snatched the phone from Poe and stare at the screen.

It was true. You recognize your aunt's number.

SNAP

Blue ink from broken pen coated your hand. The plastic remains of the pen fall down on the floor. You were breathing hard. You gave the phone back to Poe.

"Because of inheritance... They are ready to destroy my life... Sold me to a creep. And here I thought, they wanted..."

You breathe in and out.

You glance at your dirty hand.

"I need to clean myself up."

You turned away and left the living room.

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You frantically soaped your palms. Hot water were burning your hands, but you didn't care. A million thoughts fly in your mind and none of them were pleasant.

You were crying.

One week ago you got a message from Aunt Angela. She said, that she and Justin wanted to visit you the following week. You were happy to see someone from your family again.

But, with that family you don't need enemies.

You heard, how someone open the door. You catch Kouyou's reflection in a mirror.

Then you were embraced by her. Kouyou whispered.

"You can cry as much, as you want, Dear Flower. I will be there."

You sobbed, hiding your face in her chest.

"They were thinking about inheritance... They didn't care about me!"

Kouyou lightly pet your head.

"Don't worry, everything is going to be alright. We won't let them hurt you. I won't let them hurt you."

Kouyou cupped your face. You looked directly in her cherry-red-eyes. She kissed away two stray teardrops from your cheeks.

"I promise."

You hugged her again.

"It's just... I thought, that they are my family. That, they, at least, shouldn't be against me."

Kouyou kissed your temple.

"Not all families are supportive. But we will support you. Always."

You sighed.

"True... Can we stay like this for a moment? Then we will return to a living room?"

Kouyou nodded, placing her hand on your head.

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When Kouyou and you return to the living room, others looked troubled. You were standing with your back turned to her while Kouyou hugged you from behind. You explained everyone about your aunt's messages. And about wanting to meet you.

Right in the middle of explanation, you got another message from her. You read it out loud.

"Hey, [Y/N]! Let's meet tomorrow and have dinner together! Your uncle and I will wait for you at the "Sakura" restaurant."

You raise an eyebrow. "Sakura" was a wanna be Japanese restaurant. Cheap, with bad food. Because of that, during Charity Fair, they almost had no clients.

Good place for a kidnapping. You rub your forehead. You are getting a headache.

Mori stand up. He came closer to you, stand near Kouyou and put his hands on your shoulders.

"Don't worry, My Darling Guiding Light, tommorow, you will be under protection of Port Mafia. And we will show them, what will happened to people, who cross you."

You looked at Mori with gratitude.

"Thank you, Ougai. So..." you looked at others, fixing your gaze on Port Mafia members. "Who want to meet my family tommorow?"

________

That night you spent in your room.

But you weren't alone.

Once again, you were in a middle of cuddle sandwich.

You were laying face to face with Kouyou. You ran your fingers through her hair, that she let down. Koyouu's fingers were massaging your temples. From time to time, she ran her fingertips up and down your face.

Mori was spooning you. He put his chin on the top of your head. Your legs were intertwined. His hands were wrapped around your midsection. From time to time, he gave you an affectionate squeeze.

And, once again, you felt safe.

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headcanon ask forrrrrrr my girl haley? 🥰🥰

Omg you're putting crosshairs on me with this one I feel like my Haley takes are so controversial!!! But okay here goes lol

Headcanon A:  realistic

She was a surprise baby and is considerably younger than Emily! Their parents spend a lot of time away from Pelican Town so Emily was kind of parentified a little bit, and they have a little bit more of a mother-daughter kind of relationship than that of sisters.

Headcanon B: while it may not be realistic it is hilarious

Haley actually needs glasses but it clashes too much with the image she wants to project so she just doesn't wear them. That's why she freaks out so much about her lost jewelry in that one heart event! She's struggling to parse the shells from the sand and the bracelet could be anywhere!

Headcanon C: heart-crushing and awful, but fun to inflict on friends

It's unspoken and neither of them wants to admit that that's what it is, but her friendship with Alex is them using each other as a little bit of a mutual shield to stay in the closet. I think genuinely neither of them knew that the other was gay, but like, they were also both grateful that neither of them pushed the other to do more couple stuff. More than anything she just uses Alex as an accessory (hot guy on her arm, as expected for a hot girl like herself), and kind of softly manipulates him into doing stuff for her (like buying her things, or doing her beauty routine with her, etc.).

I don't think it's all that heart-crushing or awful PERSONALLY lol but I have seen so many people hype up their friendship genuinely I'm just like hmm. Yeah sorry. This is a symbiotic relationship of two desperate people not a proper friendship :') maybe they can be real friends one day but initially? Like at the start of canon? It's this, to me. Half the time he goes to her house and she's scheduled to LEAVE after half an hour and he just sits there awkwardly alone! 😂 You're telling me that's not performative shit she does while he's wrapped around her finger? Please.

(Everyone hated that)

Headcanon D: unrealistic, but I will disregard canon about it because I reject canon reality and substitute my own.

Some might say that all of the above was unrealistic... 😂 I don't know, I don't feel all that strongly about Haley one way or the other to have some ride or die unrealistic headcanon!

What other headcanons do I even have about Haley... I'd like to think she cares about her sister more than she lets on, and I'd like to think she falls hard for Leah and that's what makes her tumble out of the closet finally. Maybe it's unrealistic that she'd spend all this time with Leah, known wlw of the woods, while also having this internalized homophobia crisis, but obviously they've gotta hang out if they're gonna kiss one day...!

Please no one kill me for these I'm just a little guy

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Safe Haven: Part One

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.1k

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Summary: Something is going on with Spencer. He has been nervous and secretive ever since you two posed as a married couple. He tries to throw you off his trail by lying but he knows better than to lie to someone like you. There's not a lot that people can hide from you, but it seems like the ones closest to you hide even the deadliest of secrets.

Season Six Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them.

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"All humanity is one undivided and indivisible family. I cannot detach myself from the wickedest soul." - Mahatma Ghandi

Spencer got up earlier than usual and came to work before you could even have your first cup of coffee. He's been a little weird lately but you chalk it up to it being his personality. You're immune to his quirks even though you love each and every one of them. Spencer is huddled with Derek in the break room, both of them looking at Spencer's phone when you walk into the bullpen. They're whispering like schoolgirls about a crush on a senior boy but you can't make out what they're saying. Spencer has wide and excited eyes and Derek has a smile on his face which gets you curious about it.

"Hey, what are you looking at?"

Derek and Spencer jump away from each other and Spencer shoves his phone into his pocket.

"Nothing." Spencer looks around frantically. "I gotta go."

"Yeah, me too."

Derek hastily runs after Spencer and you watch with narrowed eyes. Weird. You grab a second cup of coffee for the day, set your things down at your desk, and head to the briefing room. Spencer is nervously tapping his fingers on the desk as he waits for the rest of the team to come in, and you take a seat next to him.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah." Penelope walks in and hands the files out. "We have a case right now."

"Last night, all four members of the Bennett family were killed in their home in Council Bluffs, Iowa. Jake and Sandra Bennett were the parents of Sammy who was eleven and Kayla who was nine."

"Detective Beeks in the Omaha field office called me," Hotch says. "The previous night, another family, the Archers, were killed just across the state line in Nebraska. He thinks it's the same offender."

"The MO is consistent. Both mothers died due to severe blunt-force trauma, and the fathers suffered multiple stab wounds. The children were all strangled. There are signs of violence in the kids' rooms but no sexual abuse on any of the children. That's odd."

"Odd comes up right now because the Bennett father was not just stabbed, he was also..." Penelope can't finish her sentence which means it was brutal. "Those pictures are in your personal files because I didn't think they needed the help of 1080p."

You grab the file and flip through the photos, finally stopping on Jake's corpse. You gasp softly and put a hand to your mouth at the brutality of his murder.

"His chest was opened, organs disturbed, and intestines removed," Rossi says.

"That's awesome. Could we please leave the gross part of the conversation for the plane?" Penelope sighs.

"The father of the Archer family had multiple stab wounds but no dissection. He went from piquerism to this overnight?"

"Two families in two days. He's on a spree."

"Wheels up in thirty."

You get up and notice Ellie, Matt Spicer's daughter, standing with another agent on the first floor. He points to the bullpen to indicate that Derek is in the office. He and Emily go talk to Ellie while you approach Spencer who is at his desk.

"Hey, what was that before?"

"What do you mean?"

"You and Derek were acting weird in the kitchen."

"I'm fine," he shrugs.

"God, is this about the marriage?" you scoff. "I thought we talked about it, Spencer. If you're not ready--"

"No, it's not about that," Spencer cuts you off. "My mom isn't doing too well. I'm just worried about her."

"Oh, okay. Is there anything I can do?"

"Not unless you want to fly there and hold her hand. Really, the nurses there can help her better than we can."

"Okay, if you're sure."

Spencer pulls you into him and kisses you.

"I am sure. I'll see you on the plane."

Ellie is going to stay with Penelope while Derek is busy with the case, but you're not sure how she got here to begin with. She's a little girl who isn't old enough to fly by herself. She is growing attached to Derek and you're not sure if that's a good thing.

"Hey, is Ellie okay?" you ask when you get on the plane.

"No," Derek says. "Hotch, listen. Garcia's gonna help me find a way to get Ellie back to LA."

"How did she get here?"

"She stole her foster mom's credit card, bought a ticket online, and then somehow lied her way through airport security."

"How old is she?"

"Nine. I didn't see this coming at all, but I will fix it."

Hotch nods and motions for the meeting to get started while the pilot takes off.

"Check this out. There are no forced entries at either house and both dinner tables were set for five people, not four."

"Maybe they knew him and invited him to dinner."

"Both families live in different states but only eight miles apart. Is it possible they knew each other?" Rossi asks.

"Garcia, did you find any overlap between the Bennett and Archer families?" Hotch asks her over video chat.

"No. They didn't work, shop, eat, or worship in any of the same places."

"Worship? Are both families religious?"

"Pretty much all their social lives revolved around some kind of church activities."

"Maybe he forced the families to make dinner as part of a ritual, like Karl Arnold," Emily states.

"The Fox was a classic family annihilator who targeted patriarchs. The dissection of the last dad makes me think the unsub was focused on male parents as well."

"I'm not so sure," Rossi argues against Derek. "There's a lot of overkill on the mothers."

"Alright, when we land, Morgan, Prentiss, and I will go get set up at the field office with Detective Beeks. Dave, you, Y/N, and Reid drive to Council Bluffs while the crime scene's still fresh."

The thing that confuses you the most in the recent crime scene is the energy surrounding it. You're hit with the trauma that happened last night so it's still fresh enough to paint a pretty picture of what the unsub did. The unsub stands in the kitchen changing the channels on the small TV on the counter. He switches them mindlessly until he gets to a music channel that he can use to drown the screams of the family out. 

He grabs a kitchen knife and makes his way up the stairs to the kids' bedroom, taunting them with a knife on the railing of the stairs. Sandra is sitting on a chair with her hands tied behind her back while Jake is lying on the floor, face down, with his hands tied behind his back, Sammy and Kayla lie in the bed both of them dead. Sandra tries to reach for something in the drawer behind her but can't get to it.

The unsub walks into the room and turns to Sandra who is crying hard. Jake says something to the unsub that gets him kicked in the face. He then starts stabbing Jake multiple times in the chest while Sandra watches helplessly from the side. You force yourself out of the vision from last night and are brought back to the present. The unsub and victims disappear but the energy still stays. The energy from the family is normal--one blue, one red, and two yellow ones. However, there is a third yellow one.

The unsub is a child.

"Family annihilators tend to kill the children first. It makes the parents suffer the most," Spencer explains when he and Rossi join you upstairs.

"Maybe that wasn't the only reason. When Mom comes up to say that dinner is ready, the first thing she sees is the children. She runs to them and opens up her back to attack. He uses the children as bait. The father arrives next. He runs to the family just as the mother did. The unsub repeats the attack."

"It worked the first time," you say. "It makes sense he would use the same ruse for the father."

"It's a risky plan. The unsub needs ten or fifteen minutes alone with the children to tie them up."

You three leave the upstairs and head to the kitchen where the table is set up for the dinner they never got to have.

"The table is set for five. They were going to have tacos. The big pot has red meat, the small one has some sort of tofu mix. Now, if a psychopath was forcing you to cook dinner, would you take the time to make vegetarian sides?"

"He obviously didn't force Sandra to make dinner. She wasn't afraid of him. He was their guest," you say.

"He's too disorganized to bring a gun. All the other items he used on the families came from within the house like kitchen knives, jump ropes, and belts. The Bennetts trusted him with their kids. They had to have known this guy."

"I think the unsub is a child," you say. "Take away the energy of the family, there's only one other one... The unsubs. It's yellow. I don't think he's a young kid but a kid nonetheless."

"It wouldn't hurt to look at that angle," Rossi says.

The ME report on Jake says he died less than a minute after being stabbed multiple times. All dissection was done postmortem. If it was done postmortem, it was probably done out of curiosity and not torture. However, the cuts were crude like how a child would dissect a frog in science class. Sandra died slowly and in a lot of pain just like Monica Archer. The wives suffer the most, physically and psychologically.

If you had to guess, this kid really hates his mother either for abandoning him or for loving a sibling more than him. It's textbook, really.

After finishing with the Bennett house, you head back to the police station with Spencer and Rossi where the rest of the team are already discussing both cases.

"Sandra was a sixth-grade teacher, she ran a church program for adult literacy and volunteered at a local soup kitchen. Monica was a nurse at Northern Omaha Medical, and she worked Pro Bono with disabled veterans at the VA."

"Maybe be posed a s victim and asked for their help," Detective Beeks says.

"It's likely these women would help a stranger but doubtful that they'd let him upstairs," Hotch says.

"It's a child." Everyone looks at you. "The only other energy left at the Bennett house was yellow which means a minor committed these crimes. I don't know how old he is but I do know he's younger than eighteen."

"What's your theory, then?" Hotch asks.

"Due to the severity of the wounds the mothers have suffered, I believe this kid has an issue with his own mother. Maybe she abandoned him or maybe she loves a sibling more than him but he hates moms. He might pose as a kid who is in need of help and gets along with the children he kills. It's literally the only way a parent would let a stranger near their child."

"It's a solid theory."

"On the off chance I'm wrong, the unsub could be another volunteer. If they met him during charity work, he could seem trustworthy. You could look into volunteers who worked with both Monica and Sandra."

"It's rare when you're wrong," Hotch says.

"Thanks, Hotch, but cover all your bases. It's what Strauss is looking for, right? She doesn't like me very much and if she sees you going off my word alone, you'll have your hands full with her."

You hate it but that's what needs to be done. You look to the right and see Derek off to the side on the phone probably with Penelope to check on Ellie. Poor girl. She lost everyone who was important to her and is now clinging to Derek because that's all she knows. Spencer walks up to Derek just as he hangs up and shows him something on his phone. Both men seem to be in a better mood by whatever is on Spencer's phone. 

You cross your arms and lean back on the wall as you observe their behavior. What the hell could they be whispering about? Why doesn't Spencer want you to know about it? It can't be about his mom. If Spencer is worried about her, then why does he have a smile on his face? Maybe you should call Diana and make sure she's alright. Someone knocks over a cup onto the ground and curses when the liquid goes everywhere, causing Derek and Spencer to look up. Both men lock eyes with you and immediately disband, walking away in opposite directions.

Weird.

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hello! i adore your blog so much, just went through your book rec list and so excited to get back to reading again! on that note, i'm thinking of getting into wellness and i was wondering if you've ready anything on that? thank you. <3

Hi love! Thank you so much <33 So glad to hear you like my recs.

Hope these book suggestions fall into your definition of "wellness." Here are some of my favorites:

Mind:

Atomic Habits by James Clear

Mindset by Carol Dweck

The Let Them Theory by Mel Robbins

Adult Children of Immature Parents by Lindsay C. Gibson

Dopamine Nation by Dr. Anna Lembke

How to Do The Work by Dr. Nicole LePera

Set Boundaries, Find Peace by Nedra Glover Tawwab

Body:

How Not To Die by Michael Greger

Built From Broken by Scott H. Hogan

Is This Normal? by Dr. Jolene Brighten

She Comes First by Ian Kerner

Come As You Are by Emily Nagoski

The Burnout Epidemic by Jennifer Moss

Hope this helps xx

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Saturday Morning Session

Conducting: President Henry B Eyring

Press Forward Saints

Sustaining Vote

I Will Follow God’s Plan

Elder Niel L Anderson

Faith + Hope + Charity

Sacred and Eternal Hopes

Confident Expectations

Hope brightens the darkened room so we can see the glorious future

Hope is a precious blessing

If you have faith, then you have hope – faith is the substance of hope

Joy comes in Jesus Christ as we triumph over the challenges in this mortal life

Alma 32:21 – or just all of Alma 32

Nothing can darken our hope as we believe and hold tightly to our covenants

Every righteous person can receive every blessing

“The joy we feel has little to do with the circumstances of our lives and everything to do with the focus of our lives.” President Nelson Oct 2016

His Joy is constant

As you trust in the Lord His peace will come

Our Hope is the Savior Jesus Christ, He is our Hope and our Triumph

President Emily Bell Freeman YW General President

In order for an ordinance to manifest the power of God in our lives it must be done with authority from the Son of God

We don’t just make covenant promises, we must keep them

Do you recognize how God’s power works within you? D&C 25

Women can fully access the gift of God’s power through priesthood ordiances

Emma was given revelation about how priesthood ordiances would work in her life

Who she was, and whose she was – her place in His Kingdom

Invited to walk the paths of virtue

You are an essential participant in the Restoration

Set apart to expand scriptures and exhort the church

Daughter in the Kingdom-> elect Lady -> Queen

The restoration and the Lord’s counsel to Emma will guide and bless us

We all get a chance to witness and use God’s power. 😁

Times we get to participate in the ordinances of the Gospel

Sacrament

Passing the threshold of the temple

Power of Godliness is manifest

Elder Karl D Hirst 70

He feels Heavenly Fathers love through the love he feels for his children

It’s wonderful that at times we can feel so fully and personally loved and noticed

If Nephi can call Jesus “His Jesus” we can call Him that too

God’s love is where we all overlap on the circles of the Venn diagram

What circumstances help you to feel God’s love?

We’re all Jesus’s favorite and we should all be our parents’ favorite, each of us.

Broken people, perfect love

However misshapen we might feel His arms are not shortened.

You are not beyond the reach of God’s love – He will never stop loving us

When you can’t feel God’s love, we shouldn’t consider the possibility that it’s because God has stopped loving us until after the mountains and hills have gone.

There are different ways of feeling and receiving divine love.

Looking at the starts

Feeling the rain on your skin, or a breeze

Music

Keeping a journal

Ask people you trust to share how they feel divine connection

If you could choose a place for you and Jesus to meet – He may have already found you there.

If you are waiting for Him to come, He may already be there within reach

Hold onto God’s love as effectively as a sieve full of water. When you share it, this can help you feel joy.

Joy is our purpose not the gift of our circumstances.

How Firm a Foundation

Elder Dale G Renlund

The story of Nobel and nitroglycerin turning it into dynamite

Undiminished explosive power

The Gospel provides powerful and transformative benefits for us

The combination of Christ’s Gospel, and the Church of Jesus Christ

The church is not a location or a building – it’s the people

The church is an instrument

Keeping our covenants provides us access to God and transforms us

The church is special only if it is built on His gospel.

The church enables access to God’s power because it’s authorized by Him to teach His gospel and offer His ordinances

Jesus Christ wants nothing more than for us to repent and come unto Him so He can sanctify us. He is relentless and unwavering.

Immerse yourself more fully in the church and the gospel – this is God’s dynamite and with it He will transform us

Elder David P. Homer 70

We have a loving Father in heaven who will care for us wherever we are no matter the circumstances

The boundaries between right and wrong are not for us to define – they were already established by God

While some things may depend on context, not everything does.

Don’t be surprised if our personal views are not initially in harmony with the teachings of God’s prophets. – in time you will receive more spiritual clarity

If we heed God’s word, we will receive more. If we ignore God’s counsel, we will receive less and less until we have none. This does not mean that God’s will is wrong, just that we have lost the capacity to understand it.  

D&C 6:36

Look unto the Lord before acting; our faith will overcome our concerns.

Doubt your doubts before you doubt your faith.

Don’t let doubt stop us from seeing God’s divine gifts in our lives.

God loves us wherever we are, whoever we are. In any circumstance you can cry out to Him “oh God, help thou mine unbelief”.

The submission of one’s will, is one of the only uniquely personal things we have to bring to Christ

Our agency is not diminished by staying with Christ it is magnified.

We can be of good cheer as we trust Them more than anyone

Elder Gregorio E Casillas 70

What does our Heavenly Father desire from us?

It is crucial for us to learn to be disciples of Jesus Christ

He uses us to help bring His children to Him

Service shows us charity

Story of the mother who had had chemotherapy the day before and so did not have the energy to take care of her disabled son

Your spiritual abilities are unique and personal

Follow the impressions of the Spirit – God will bless your life, he will bless your family, he will bless his children that you encounter

We have the privilege to watch over people who need a helping hand, and embrace a feeling of comfort, or simply for us to be with them in silence

The Savior always reminds us as oft as we repent and seek forgiveness with real  intent, we will be forgiven.

Get rid of destructive thinking. Keep hope!

Give someone hope enough to try once more ourselves.

Be the reason someone has hope in crappy situations

The Lord Jesus Christ is your savior and knows you personally

The Holy Spirit will revive us

God’s Gracious Love

President Dallin H Oaks

Come Follow Me

Following Christ is not a casual or an occasional practice

Obey what He defines as the great commandment in the Law: Love the Lord thy God with all they Heart, love thy neighbor

If you cut the string off a kite it will not fly. That string is our covenants – keeping them enables us to soar to celestial heights

Keep you connection to your celestial ties.

We covenant each Sabbath during the sacrament to always remember and keep His commandments

Faith, repentance, baptism, enduring, and becoming as a little child (trust the Lord)

Temporary commandments are for the needs of the Lords church to be set aside once the need has come to pass

Pioneers

While still in force these commandments are still to be obeyed

Law of Tithing

Needed re-emphasis

Proclamation to the Family needed re-emphasis recently

Avoid contention

Jesus’s doctrine is not one of contention

Matthew 5:44-45

Show unselfish love for all

Blessed are the peacemakers – true disciples of Jesus Christ are peacemakers

What are you going to choose? Contention or reconciliation?

Sermon on the Mount

Follow the golden rule

Love and do good to ALL

Does not mean to compromise our principles and priorities, but to STOP ATTACKING PEOPLE FOR THEIRS!!!!

Will you allow His voice to take priority above any other?

Let us seek to be holy like our Savior

While we advocate for our positions let us qualify for the blessings of Jesus Christ as peacemakers

Teach Me to Walk in the Light