#plus i am still enjoying playing syl!

[legoprime]

Help I want to restart BG3 again

I just reached the end of act 2 and made some pretty big mistakes along the way, and I'm making so many plans for how I want to do things differently next time and I want next time to happen now

...but I should probably finish the game first so I can get ALL the bad choices out of the way, not just 2/3rds of them

[roberttchase]

brettsey + bed bargain? 😊

Ahh thank you!! I love this one, and I hope everyone else enjoys.

bed bargain: [character A] won’t stay in bed. [character B] convinces them.

(A is Sylvie, B is Matt)

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The thing is, Sylvie has a hard time slowing down. Even as a child, the blonde didn't like having down time, she would have rather been running around with her friends, playing on the farm, helping her mom bake bread. When she would get sick as a child, she would get restless and bored and hate that she would have to stay in bed.

Some things never change.

Matt's gone to the store for some groceries, and when he's back, before he's even inside his girlfriends apartment, he can hear movement. Getting Sylvie to rest is like trying to pull teeth. Steeling himself, the Captain twists the key and opens the apartment door, shutting it behind him blindly as he takes in the scene before him.

Sylvie, in all her stuffy-nosed, sore-throated, head-coldish glory, is sitting on the floor in front of her coffee table, dozens of books piled around her. She's focused on what Matt assumes is alphabetizing them, mouth open just enough that she's able to breathe through it. He spies the tissue box from her bedside table haphazardly sitting next to her.

"What'cha doing Syl?"

The woman jumps slightly, obviously having been in her own little world of memories and concentration. When she looks up, Matt can't help but feel his heart melt a little. She's pale and her nose is pink, circles starting to become visible under her eyes. He can't help but be amazed at how beautiful she is, even now....especially now.

"Matt! Hi, uhm..." Sylvie trails off, knowing she's been caught. Just over an hour ago Matt had made her promise to stay in bed and rest, and yet here she was, absolutely not in bed resting. "I was...I was just..." she scrunches her face up, trying to come up with a good excuse, coughing a little.

"You were bored," the firefighter supplies for her, taking pity on his sweet girlfriend. "And you thought rearranging things was the best course of action?"

Sniffling, Sylvie grabs a tissue and shoots him a withering glare as he finishes putting some vegetables in the fridge. She sneezes twice, catching them in the cloth, then blows her nose and stands up, grumbling as she goes to throw the tissue away and wash her hands.

"Bless you," Matt offers with a fond smile, making her direct a little annoyed noise toward his general direction. When she finishes drying her hands on the hand towel next to the sink, Sylvie turns, wholeheartedly ready to go back to her books, but Matt catches her mid-turn, pulling her to his chest.

"You know I'm only being annoying because I care about you and want you to feel better, right? Plus, I know you, and I know you're going to fight tooth and nail to work the day after tomorrow."

"Of course I'm working next shift! It's a cold Matt," Sylvie huffs, brow furrowing. Matt finds it endearing just how grouchy she gets when she's sick.

"If you don't rest, you'll only get worse, Syl. I need my PIC to be able to do her job without being doped up on cold meds," he points out. "So let's get you back in bed, hm?" When she still seems to not want to back down; her features set resolutely in the 'try me' position, Matt decides it's time to switch tactics.

Posture slumping just slightly, Matt puts on his best puppy dog eyes. "What if I said I'm starting to feel sick too? Would you come lay in bed then? I could really use some Sylvie Brett cuddles..."

Sylvie's eyes narrow as if she's trying to decide if she believes him. Matt gives a pathetic excuse of a cough, trying to play it up, and while it's clear Sylvie knows he's fibbing, she eventually deflates.

"Fine...but I hope you know that that little comment means that you're now not allowed to get up eith-" she cuts herself off to cough, shallow and raspy. Matt rubs at her back, hoping the touch is soothing, rather than bothersome.

"I won't be leaving bed, not when I have you to take care of. Come on grumpy pants, back to bed."

With one last huff, the paramedic in charge lets herself be led back to the blanket nest she's made unintentionally, sniffling as she watches Matt take off his pants and get in bed too.

"Love you Matt. Sorry for being difficult."

"Not difficult, never difficult. Just...stubborn." He leans over and presses a kiss to his girlfriends lips, giving her a smile.

"You'll get sick."

"I already am, remember?" Another ridiculously fake cough makes its way out of Matt's throat. "Love you too sunshine. Just rest, I'm not going anywhere."

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Criminal Minds s05e13 “Risky Business” review - or more aptly named, the episode where Penelope shines and we learn more about JJ and it’s both amazing and heartbreaking

Episode 13 – Risky Business

Hey guys! So last episode was a wower, because it showed us that even the scariest unsubs can be actual victims, and it showed how truly amazing Spencer is and I love him so freaking much.

Okay, let’s see what happens.

Uh-oh. Teenagers. This can’t be good.

Birdie!

What are they doing? Oh god, please no.

Oh dear fuck. Oh my goodness fucking gracious.

FUCK!

WHY?

“But the previous Friday, two more boys a few towns over were found hanging on the backs of their doors.”

Wait. Four suicides in the same rural county in a week? WHAT?

“When someone feels trapped in what feels like a hopeless situation, pulling the trigger or swallowing pills or hanging yourself seems like the only way out.”

“None of that seems to exist here.”

“Something’s really wrong.”

Is this more insight into JJ’s past? YAY!

Oh god, this is another bad one. I don’t like it.

Mother Teresa: “Life is a game. Play it. Life is too precious. Do not destroy it.”

Powerful.

“Sir, it’s not that I’m not glad to be coming with you, because I am. I just don’t understand the why.”

Oh my cutie is coming in on the case XDDDDDDDD

Yay!

Just made my day.

“Our victims are all internet generation kids.”

Yup.

“There should be invaluable personal data on their computers to mine for the evaluation.”

“If they committed suicide, evidence of it will probably be in their cyber world.”

Oh dear.

“So I’m gonna snoop through dead kids’ computers?”

Oh my honey.

“This plane seldom makes pleasure trips.”

Oh my honeys.

“Sometimes a suicidal person, in the days leading up to the act, will just blurt out ‘I love you’ to family, sort of like a goodbye.”

Wait. Someone she knew committed suicide? Oh my baby angel.

“Sensationalizing these deaths may cause a domino effect with other kids.”

Yup.

“Is there a good place for me to set up?”

“Don’t have much of a command center.”

“Oh, fret not. I got my own command center. I just need your juice.”

Yup. My baby is all prepped.

Wait. Did JJ just say ‘If your daughter committed suicide,”? Uh-oh.

“I knew he didn’t kill himself. He wouldn’t do that to us.”

Wait what?

To you? Seriously?

“I’m sorry?” the FBI doesn’t investigate suicides?

“That’s not exactly true. Sometimes we do what’s called an equivocal death investigation to figure out the manner of death.”

Oh dear.

“Our investigation will try and sort it all out for you.”

Oh my goodness, his gravelly voice here is doing things to me.

Damn it. Nothing that would lead to suicide on either kid. Fuck.

Definitely something going on here.

“Where’s Ryan’s computer?”

Wait. Hold up. He didn’t have a laptop? That’s odd.

Smart parents.

“If you just get us the network IP address, I believe our technical analyst can go over it offsite.”

You bet your sweet hiney she can.

“Hey, you ready to delve into Trish Leake’s online world?”

“If by ready you mean extremely capable and even more reluctant.”

Oh honey.

“Well, that’s weird.”

“What?”

Yeah, what?

“There’s nothing here.”

“Nothing useful?”

“Nothing at all.”

What?

“I didn’t say empty, I said appears to be blank.”

“Meaning?”

“I’m gonna need a little while.”

Ruh-roh.

“I got it!”

You know it.

“It was just a basic Trojan horse. It just hid the directories, didn’t erase them.”

Awesome.

“Oh god.”

Oh no.

“She was on a choking game site the night she died.”

A what now???

So I just googled it. And turns out it was a real thing that happened all over … oh my god, thank you guys for addressing the seriousness of stupidity of people. Oh my freaking goodness, who would want to do that to themselves intentionally?

“It’s a game kids play where they choke themselves to get a buzz, to get high.”

“They call it the good kids’ game. You get lightheaded and a sense of euphoria even though no actual drugs are involved.”

“It’s something kids in high school play.”

Oh dear.

“Did Ryan have a computer?”

“Not in his room.”

“What about a gaming system?”

“Yeah, he did.”

Oh boy.

So my lovely can get into the gaming system via the IP address. You lovely brainiac.

“Bingo. Ryan was on the same site on the same night.”

“It wasn’t suicide.”

Fuck.

“Hang on, this is a text to voice icon. Let’s see what happens.”

Oh boy.

Fuck. Someone dared the kids to do this? Oh my goodness.

“There’s a whole subculture around this game. They make up names for it, they do it at parties.”

Oh god, I’m about to be sick.

“But someone is daring these kids in this area to play the game.”

“It’s a contest. And there are rules.”

Oh dear lordy.

“Diss – sounds like kids.”

Yup.

“Doing it alone requires ligatures.”

Fuck.

“Garcia, shut the side down.”

“Sir, I can totally do that, but I don’t think you want me to.”

What?

“Why?”

“Right now this site is our only way to track the unsub, and if I cut into it, he will certainly know we’re watching him, in which case he’ll shut it down, and he’ll write a simple change in code, bring it back up in a more covert fashion.”

Oh boy.

“Plus there’s no telling how many servers it’s replicated on anyway.”

“You’re right.”

Of course she is.

Fuck. This is awful.

“In real life, he considers himself a loser. In cyberspace, he can pull strings. Makes him feel powerful.”

Oh god.

So now they have to warn the kids? Oh dear, this is going to be hard.

Oh honey, you’re trying to explain it scientifically? Oh dear. This is not going togo over well.

Oh my god, supervising Derek in a classroom. I love this!

“Hey, kid. Not a good idea. Let me see it.”

Ha. And he’s FBI, so he has to do as Derek asks. XD

“What planet is this dude from?”

Oh my god, I just died.

So mean.

“He doesn’t want us to win the context.”

“I think the more accurate statement would be, ‘he doesn’t want us to participate in the contest at all.’”

Amen to that.

I love how the minute he personalizes the case, everyone starts listening to my poodle.

Smart.

“All because he wanted to participate in what I consider to be a pretty … pretty lame game.”

Yup.

“Your text is actually completely accurate. I don’t want you to win the contest, because I don’t want you to play the game.”

“You all believe this crap?”

Oh boy.

“You don’t?”

“Why don’t you come up here and tell us what you think.”

Oooh, he just called up to the front of the class by Morgan.

DAMN.

Ha. He just totally ran out of the classroom. GUILTY!

I’m sorry, but watching Derek chasing a kid down a high school is the funniest thing ever. And it shouldn’t be, but it is to me. Sorry.

Wait. Is Shemar straddling a kid? Oh god. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make it sound like that, but that’s essentially what’s going on here, right?

“You okay?”

My poodle is asking Derek if he’s okay? Oh god.

“Morgan, look at his neck.”

Oh dear. What’s that?

“Let me look at your neck.”

“Relax.”

Okay. I like this angle.

Fuck. He’s been strangled for a long time. Fuck.

I want to be that cup.

Wait. The Sheriff knows the dad? Oh dear.

“Actually, I’m not that type of doctor. I’m with the FBI.”

Oops.

“Your son needs to go in for some tests”

Well, that’s never good.

Did he just take a USB drive out of the laptop?

It’s the dad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“When bad things happen to us, we get frustrated, kid.”

Oh my honeys trying to get him to talk.

And it’s not working.

“This Christopher kid is fantastical. He’s got a segmented hard drive, serious firewalls, major league encryption.”

Wow.

“No reason for all that unless he’s hiding something serious.”

Yup.

“This is … growl … unusual.” Wait what?

“Every attack I launch is shot down immediately.”

What?

How come?

“What’s that?”

“Somebody just uploaded a new video to the game site.”

Fuck.

“Guys, I’m gonna keep dead-ending on this until I get a beat on how he set up his security system.”

You work your magic, baby girl.

“Hope you got a plan B.”

Fuck.

“Garcia, I think that this kid will relate to you better than anybody else.”

Wait, what now?

“I want you to talk to him, see if you can get him to open up.”

Oh boy.

“Sir, I have never done that before. What if I mess up?”

Oh my honey.

“You’ll be fine.”

Yes, she will.

“Hi there. I’m Penelope.”

Why you gotta be rude, dick?

“Can I sit down?”

“You’re the cop.”

Ha! She? A cop?

“Um, I look like a cop to you?”

“FBI tech analyst.”

Yup.

“I just have some administrative cyber crud to go over with you.”

Oh, she’s cute.

“Just a geekette.”

Aw, honey.

“You are glum.”

Ain’t that the truth.

“Time is a great healer.”

Is it?

“I lost my mom and my dad when I was about your age, though.”

Oh my baby!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay, see … now they’re talking cyber geek, and I’m not fluent. So apologies.

“BTW, I like your nails.”

Oh god.

“You into goth?” “You know, I don’t think I’m supposed to anymore …”

“But the love is still there.”

I love this lady.

“So you’re FBI?”

“Yeah, I know, it’s crazy, but I love it.”

“I enjoy your earring, too.”

I love this woman.

“She’s good. Established rapport when Morgan and Reid couldn’t.”

Yup. I love her.

“Your whole PGP disc encryption system is like crazy impressive.”

Sure, I guess ... I have no bucking idea what she just said, but okay.

“I am jealous.”

What?

“That is state-of-the-art technology the feeb does not have.”

REALLY?

Wow.

He’s good.

“How did you get your anonymizing service?”

He just downloaded it? Whoa.

I just think it’s uber cool how you set your whole system up.”

“Like how you use an e-shredder to obliterate your net activity and a window wiper as your secondary trash eraser.”

Okay, I’m not a tech geek, but even I can tell that is impressive beyond belief.

“Who does that?”

Everybody. Yeah right, I don’t.

“The interview’s over.”

Frack. They blew her cover.

Oh my honey.

She just totally got busted for using him.

“Syl, miss P.”

Cute.

I got that XD

“Sir, I’m sorry, I tried.”

Are you kidding me? She was amazing!!!!!!!!!!

Did he just give her his earring? Whoa.

Crap. Four videos in half an hour? Oh god, this is sick.

“There was something pathetic about him, not criminal.” Huh?

Boom. Password’s his mom’s name. Got it.

She shut the site down. Awesome.

“Kids are still posting videos through independent servers.”

Shit.

“Pull up the website history. See if you can learn anything from historical posts.”

Awesome.

“Christopher’s ER eval shows his bruises were caused by manual and ligature strangulation over time.”

Wait. What now? Manual? Oh lordy.

Wait. So he changes his wording? That’s odd.

“That’s pretty sophisticated behavior for a kid.”

Damn straight. I was a dumdum when I was that age. Compared to my genius now.

“A writer can disguise his own writing style to make himself appear younger or less educated.”

True.

“Yeah, but it’s virtually impossible to make yourself appear older and more educated than you actually are.”

Yup. Definitely.

“Christopher was being manipulated by an adult.”

DUH.

I knew it was the dad. Fuck.

“He’ll find a place to download the videotapes. They’re his trophies.”

Ew.

“You need to see this.”

Oh dear.

“When his father came in the room, he seemed genuinely relieved.”

“His burden had been lifted.”

Why?

“We need to rethink everything.”

Oh boy.

Crap. The kid’s going to kill himself. Shit.

“The father’s going to want to download those videos somewhere, Garcia, and we got to stop that process.”

“Already on that. I replaced the website with a phishing site.”

Oh she’s good.

“When he logs onto that website, he’s going to be rerouted to our server, and we can capture his information.”

I’m in love with this woman.

“You know, for Christopher, a cemetery would be a place of refuge, but for the father …”

“He’s revisiting a body disposal site.”

Oh my god, that is sick.

She’s got him.

“Is he downloading the videos?”

“He’s trying to, but all he’s going to get is snow.”

I love this lady.

Please tell me they get there in time to save the kid.

Fuck.

Oh thank goodness.

“What is that?”

“It’s called a star puzzle.”

“It’s basically impossible to figure out. You have to put all of the pieces back together to form a perfect star.”

I’m crap at those.

Oh my god, my baby knits! Could she be any more perfect?

“The origin of it is kind of a romantic tale.”

“There was this young prince who wanted to win the heart of the fairest maiden in the land, so he climbed to the top of the tallest tower in the kingdom, and he caught a falling star for her.”

Story time with Emily Prentiss!

“Unfortunately, he was so excited, he dropped it, and it smashed into all of these pieces, so he frantically put it back together again to prove his undying love, and he succeeded, and they lived happily ever after.”

“That doesn’t make sense.”

Oh god, Reid.

“What do you mean?”

“You can’t catch a falling star.”

Oh boy.

“It would burn up in the atmosphere.”

Well, yeah, but …

“Yeah, but it’s not literal, Reid. It’s a fable.”

“But there’s no moral.”

Oh honey.

“Fables have morals.”

“Okay. So it’s just a romantic little story.”

“And the point is, it’s basically impossible to do because you have to take all of these pieces and put them together exactly …”

Reid, you little shit, I love you so much.

“There’s a lot to hate about you, Dr. Reid.”

“Play poker with him sometime.”

“Try playing chess with him.”

“Or Go.”

I LOVE MY SUPERHEROES SO MUCH!

Oh my god, so JJ’s sister killed herself and she was the last person to ever talk to her? Oh my god, my heart is just ripping right now. Why end the episode like this you assholes?

C.S. Lewis: “Experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. My god, do you learn.”

Okay, so this episode was all over the map for me. First off, I’m so glad they addressed something like The Choking Game, because it is seriously horrendous and I wasn’t aware of this and apparently I’ve been living under a rock. Second, this episode featured Penelope in a very important way, meaning she wasn’t just the little ray of sunshine but an invaluable part of the team, and it was glorious. Also, we learned about JJ’s dark past and I just want to hug her and tell her it’s alright and that she’s my little snow angel.

Overall, this show is just getting better and better and I cannot wait to see what else it has in store.