#the emily moments.. i see how those can be annoying. i do

[fanofstuff01]

PRISON AU IT IS!

AU by @rius-cave , although I added my own thoughts into it (For example, her idea was that Lute helping Adam but I wanted it to go more like the actual show, where I think Lute wouldn’t help Adam if he was a sinner.).

Tagging you @fightinsoda and @foreverpeachy2010 , hope you don’t mind.

Everyone’s roles:

People who’s in prison:

Lucifer: You’ll see

Husk/Hunter (I’m basic): Tax evasion/illegal gambling

Angel Dust/Anthony: That guy has a mafia family

Alastor: Spilling government secrets on radio (Still a serial killer)

Sir Pentious: Illegal weapon posession

Vox: Fraud

Valentino: Do I need to say something

Adam: Framed with murder

This is an all male prison yk

People out of prison:

Charlie: Law student

Emily: Also a law student

Vaggie: Fired cop

Lute: Cop

St Peter: Cop

Sera: Judge

Nifty: Canteen lady

Rosie: Prison nurse

Velvette: Crime partner of Vox, but managed to dodge going to prison

Do police officers can both patrol and do wardening? I have no idea. But this goes like that.

Also, sorry if this doesn’t has that much details. I tried not to copy @things-arent-what-they-seem66 ‘s fic. The next chapters will be better I swear.

ENJOYY!!!!

Also, I’ll post the new chapter of my favorite au a few hours later.

“Dad..?” A little kid came out from behind the desk where she was hiding and looked to his father. Why was his dad covered in red? And why wasn’t the person she didn’t knew moving? “Is he okay?”

“Don’t worry sweetie. It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine He can’t-“

“Stay away from her.” A slightly scared, but determined voice came from behind. “Charlie, come here.”

“Lily, you have to listen! He was going t-“

“I don’t care. Charlie, don’t go near him.” Lilith pulled her daughter to herself harshly and took her arm into her hands.

“I want to stay with daddy!” She fighted against her mother’s grip but she was too strong. Lilith gave Lucifer one more disgusted look and rushed to outside.

“LILITH!” Lucifer yelled as he wanted to go after them, but he froze when he heard someone shout.

“Stay where you are and raise your hands up in the air!” A police officer walked inside and pointed his gun to him.

Lucifer, who was still in shock, did what he said. He handcuffed him and guided him to a police car. He saw multiple polices around. Lilith was talking to one.

“I heard the intruder coming in. It was at my daughter’s room but instead of calling you, my husband decided to play the hero and end him himself. I’m hoping you will put an end to this.” Lilith’s eyes met with Lucifer’s, but she cut the eye contract. She couldn’t look him in the eye. All she saw was a murderer.

“I understand you ma’am. I hope you can get divorced easily.”

Lucifer then looked at his daughter. Oh, he could do anything to go near her, wipe her tears away, hug her and calm her down. Instead, he could just look at her. She teared her gaze from the stone floor and looked at her father. And at that moment, Charlie understood that her father wasn’t a monster like mommy said.

Lucifer only thought about how he failed as a dad while he was taken to prison.

— Today —

“Rise and cry you freaks!” Lucifer woke up with someone running their baton on the bars. It was loud.

“Mmmhm, that’s right! Get the fuck up before I make you.” He said.

Ah, of course. Officer Kadmon. A.k.a. the world’s biggest piece of shit. On his daily wisit.

“That mother fucker.” His cellmate groaned.

“Indeed.” He got up and grabbed one of his rubber ducks. Those always calmed him down.

“Whats the matter Morningstar? *random surname*? Uncomfortable?” Kadmon laughed at them, stopping at their cell.

“Nah, it’s more like a hotel to be honest.” He said calmly.

“Mocking me?” He hit their bars with his baton. “Too bad you’re not on the right position to do that right?”

“Don’t you have a better job to do?” The other guy spoke, annoyed.

“Aww, you don’t want me to break your other fingers? You want me to go the fuck away?” He said in a childish voice “Guess what! This is my fucking job you horse shit!” He laughed loudly, causing even more curse words. Shove that fucking stick up to your ass. Lucifer thought and stood up. Luckily the shithead didn’t realize.

“Goodbye bitches!” He kept walking but was immediately startled when the short prisoner squeaked the rubber duck on his hands near his ears. Nah, startled would be unfair. He literally jumped.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Morningstar!?” He tried to hit him behind bars but Lucifer was fast.

“Oops.” He chuckled and went back to his bed. It was worth it.

“Oh, do you wanna lose the privilege of your sissy hobbies?! I can make that happen!” He growled.

“Sure, sure.” He played with his duck, not caring about the screaming man.

“You’ll see, bitch.” He walked away to the other prisoners. “Back in your place huh, *Alastor’s surname*? I told them specifically to keep your cell empty!” He scoffed at the prisoner at the next cell, who hadn’t been around for a while because he escaped. Hunter said that it was Kadmon who caught and brought him back. Lucifer didn’t like Alastor, heck that prick thought he was being ‘creepy’ with his boring attitude. But at least he knew where he stood. Officer piglet didn’t.

“How nice of you, kind officer.” He could literally hear the smile on his voice. “I hope you had a wonderful week.”

“I did. Unlike you, pussy!”

— Awhile later —

Adam was on night patrol with Holly. He wished it was Lute, but that gal was nice too he guessed. She might be a gay, but she was still cool. He waited outside of a coffee shop as she got them some.

He was mumbling a song to himself when he heard a human voice coming from the woods. He was saying “You don’t own me.. You don’t own me…” repeatedly. He took his gun out just to be safe, he knew what kind of creeps there were at night. He walked off slowly there. There was an old man looking at him, and he was walking near him.

“Sir? Are you-“

“YOU DON’T OWN ME!” He screamed and made a dash to Adam, causing the officer to back down and pointing the gun at him.

And thats when he heard that. Someone shooting behind. Shooting the old man in the head right where he pointed his gun. He fell down, face all bloody.

Oh no.

“Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit!” Panic rose in Adam as he understood the crazy guy was dead.

“WHO’S THERE!” He shoot his gun at the woods. He heard someone else though.

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!” A guy, much saner than the old man came from behind. “YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM YOU CUNT! WHAT DID HE EVEN DO TO YOU!?” He pushed him away from the old man and looked at him. Adam couldn’t do anything as he saw the cries of the man.

Oh shit.

“Look, it was-!“

“YOU’LL PAY FOR THIS!”

He got up angrily, ready to beat the shit out of the police but then stopped when he saw the person had a gun. Instead, he ran to their police car in order to find another officer.

“WAIT!” He tried to track him down as he ran there. But immediately stopped when-

He heard a high pitched scream coming near him. It came from a woman who was just out of the coffee shop. She looked scared. “Officer, help!”

“No, look, it wasn’t-“

“Sir..?” Holly came rushing, she must’ve heard the woman, and froze when she saw Adam.

“Holly, you don’t-“ He tried to came closer to them but the guy yelled again.

“HE KILLED HIM!”

“I DIDN’T! Holly you have to-“ He shutted his mouth in shock as she pointed her gun at him, hands shaking.

“Don’t come any closer!” She stated. “Place your weapons infront of you and raise your hands where I can see them or else!”

“Come on-“ What the fuck?!

“If you don’t, I’ll-“

“Fine.” He did what she told. “Hey, what are you-“ He panicked even more when she reached him with handcuffs.

(Is this how this works? I have no fucking idea)

— After —

Adam was thrown to a court the following days. He came up with a lawyer, but there were evidence. The guy who saw him -he learned that it was his son- testified that it was him, and the woman did the same. And before you know it, he was charged for murder and sent to prison in an orange jumpsuit. He didn’t understood what happened clearly until he was placed in the middle of the general population of prison.

“Wait! I didn’t do that shit! It was a fucking mistake!”

“It surely was, wasn’t it, officer?” He heard voices behind him and felt all the color on his face drain away. He was fucked. He turned around only to be met with a huge group of inmates. They were almost like predators, and in this case he was the prey.

“What are you dirtbags looking at?!” He yelled, trying to keep his threatening posture. Failing miserably.

“Ohoh, a punching bag I’m looking at.” One of them said, mimicking the ex officer’s ex attitude. The others took this as a starting point and threw him to the ground.

Lucifer watched the prisoners beating the shit out of former officer. His cries and pleas were harmonic. It’d be easy to let the prisoners end him to be honest, but he knew a better way to humiliate him. Physical beating was something, but psychological beating… Its harm could never be measured. He decided what to do and jumped up his seat.

“ENOUGH!” He shouted to his fellow inmates. Everyone backed away with disgusted looks on their faces, still not wanting to let go of that fucker.

Adam heard calm steps coming near him and holding his chin. He muttered something and looked up to the other man.

Morningstar. It was fucking over.

Lucifer eyed the pathetic guy. He was either gonna pass out or puke. His face was ruined. Aren’t mister handsome anymore, he thought, he still remembered how arrogant this prick was before. He chuckled, karma had a cruel but pretty good sense of humor.

“Do you hear me?” He asked.

“Y-yes.”

“Then listen carefully.” He whispered sharply. “Because I will only speak once.” He grinned to the scared man.

“I am offering you a deal. You will be protected from physical harm, no one here dares to cross me. In return you’d give me your full obedience. You’ll be mine. You will always do what I say. Deal?”

“I-“

“Okay, then I’m leaving y-“

“Deal.” He quickly said, hating the sound leaving his lips. He didn’t wanna do this, all of his cells hated this. But this was his only chance. He could still hear the wolves. Cops weren’t welcome inside bars.

“Excellent.” He cupped his cheek.“Now get up. You need treatment. Rosie will do.” He held his hand out. Adam barely stood up but that was it. He passed out to Lucifer’s arms. He groaned, this guy was fucking heavy. He just let him slip and left him on the floor. He could call the nurse later.

“This mean we could end him now?” One of the prisoners asked with hope.

“No. Everyone, listen!” He called out to the crowd at the last part. “You will not be hurting him from that moment. I agree,” He raised his hands as he heard objections. “He deserves it. But I am just saying you can’t physically hurt him.”

“And why would we feel the need to not do that?” One particular inmate spoke. One inmate with a personal hatred against the former guard.

“Think about it, Alastor.” He came closer to the smiling, taller man, still keeping an eye out for his newest toy. “Humiliating him like he did to most of us is much better than simply ending that bitch, right? You must know the damage the words can do much better than everyone.” He looked up.

“You might be right. But it is no guarantee that he won’t try to hurt us.”

“Oh if he does, you are more than free to fuck him up right there. But until that happens, nobody will lay a finger on him. Understood?”

The crowd muttered yeses and okays, although not all of them looked convinced. Alastor just walked away simply. Whatever, he made the announcement after all.

“Hunter, can you help me with getting the big baby to the nurse?”

End of the first chapter! This took a lot more time than I guessed, but it was worth it!

Have a good day/night!

[oletus-manors-log]

OBSERVER'S NOTE :

“ How interesting! I never manage to dig deep into Frederick myself, but he seems like an interesting fellow. His mannerisms do tend to contradict each other, although I won't lie, the music he composes is very nice to listen to.

Anyway, before I start rambling again, here it is, @tartalimispapas ! I hope that I didn't took too long writing this— believe me, people watching and observing him in matches and out of it can be conflicting, not to mention the chaos in the manor. It gives me a headache sometimes... ”

Insomniac Troubles - Frederick Kreiburg

There are certain things that you have trouble with, even after living in the manor for as long as you've remembered.

One being that you have trouble with matches.

And the other being insomnia.

You were one of the few survivors in the manor that has trouble sleeping. It's almost like a curse for you, considering that it costs you during matches when you're being chased by the hunters. The amount of times Emily had to talk to you about your sleep schedule was also another thing, but you weren't going to tell her about your problem.

There were others that do share your pain in staying up late, like Naib, for instance. Aesop was also another survivor you've seen staying up due to this issue, but it seems that the two have managed to resolve it. How? You don't know.

You weren't exactly close to them, anyhow.

As you woke up once again, you found yourself lying in your bed, staring up at the ceiling. You've pondered if you could even ask anyone for help on this matter. Although you aren't close with the others, you at least know that some wouldn't mind helping you, like Emily or even Ada.

...

They must surely be asleep, though. I should find a way to tire myself out without disturbing them.

With that thought in mind, you pushed yourself out of the bed, perhaps so to get your body moving. It could be a double-edged sword for you and you could end up feeling more active finding ways to tire yourself out, but in your mind, it'll be worth the effort.

All you have to do is find a way to get tired and lull yourself to sleep. That's it.

...

...

...

It has been 20 minutes when you got out of the room to walk around the area, your body still in that sluggish state. It was a bit difficult for you to really do much, and the rooms you've visited were empty.

A sure sign that no one is awake.

It was making you feel more and more tired, which may sound good... But no, it wasn't in the sense that you want to head back and sleep in your room. It was more to the fact you're getting more and more annoyed at seeing no one around to help you sleep.

People often talked about how they feel cranky when they wake up, and now, you can understand why they would say that.

The more you walked around, the more the frustration seem to build up. At this point, if you can't find somewhere to keep your mind occupied, you'd—

...

A song seem to echo on the hall as you stepped in, making you stop in your tracks.

It sounded... Faint, yes, but nice. Almost enchanting.

For a moment, you debated investigating what was up. There were certain things you aren't so certain, and especially with thinking who is playing music in such an hour. Maybe it was someone haunting the halls at this time with how enchanting it is, or maybe it is something else and you aren't aware of?

Well, it could be those things, or it can be a musician- Antonio was unable to play the piano, that you knew, but... Who else, then?

...

Ahh, this will keep you up at night. Maybe it's best you investigate what is going on, then.

With a new task in mind, you went off to see what it was. The music was still playing, so in that sense, maybe you will be able to figure out who it is and even ask if they can tell you what song it is.

Although, while the song was playing, the creaks of the floorboards sounded like it wasn't there as you went to investigate. Alongside that, it also helped you feel more and more at ease— the song was played beautifully, each note sounding like they belong in its rightful place, and even down to its various pauses and dips of its tone.

Safe to say, it was enchanting.

You stumbled a few times when you reached the room where it was being played, the melody growing louder and louder. It feels like it was pulling you in its embrace, and it didn't help but amplify it's effects when you stepped in the room.

It seems you have ended up in the ballroom, the instruments laid aside on the side of the stage. Although the place was devoid of life, you could tell someone was playing the piano from their place.

As you turned your gaze into the sight of the piano, you couldn't help but see the man that was playing.

The light from the lantern showed you his features: his platinum blonde hair was styled in a low ponytail, strands framing his face evenly while his eyes were focused onto the sheet. He didn't even have his pink coat with him, opting to wear a white dress shirt as he played the song on the piano.

The melody simply continued on as you felt your body sway, your footsteps growing lighter as you listlessly went over to listen. Although, you didn't expect him to stop playing to turn and see you.

...

Ah.

This is awkward.

You both stared in place as the music came to a sudden stop, the silence enveloping you both in a rather... Tense grip. You felt like the previous drowsiness you had vanish, only to be replaced with the chill and embarrassment of being found out.

Uh oh.

You hesitated for a moment before you turned around to leave, mumbling a "sorry", but you paused when the musician coughed.

"... Sorry, did you hear me play?"

His voice sounded soft and melodic, much like his song, you noted. Though, you did turned back to face him before nodding.

"Yes. It sounds... Nice, though," you answered, giving him a smile in return. "Can you play it again?" you asked, taking one step forward as you watched his reaction.

He paused, perhaps... Debating on whether to continue. After a while, he nodded and gestured for you to sit down, raising his hands to continue playing.

As he began to play the song, the room began to fill with the melody you heard when you were looking for something to tire yourself out. As he continued to play, you observed his reaction.

The way his eyes seem to flutter close as he continued to play, the smile stretching to his lips as he seem lost in his world, and even down to his fingers glide through the keys of the instrument.

It was mesmerizing. Captivating, even.

And it roped you in.

It didn't took long until you felt your body sway, your eyes fluttering close as the song reached it's peak bit by bit. Letting out a soft yawn, you relaxed and leaned onto the instrument, a smile stretching your lips.

No word can describe the feeling you had listening to his song, and for once, you didn't have to.

The moment the song's conclusion came, Frederick's fingers lifted itself from the keys, his eyes opening to turn towards where you've been seated. He could've said something, but he stopped upon seeing the relaxed look on your face.

Ah...

The fact that you fell asleep while listening to him play was... Surprising. Was the song so good, or were you that tired when you got to the ballroom?

He didn't knew. But maybe he can ask you tomorrow, when you both meet again.

The composer moved to stand up from his spot in the piano, and with a swift turn, he leaned down to grab one of your arms to wrap around him. The other free hand reached over for the lantern, just so that he wouldn't trip over anything in the dark.

With that, he trudged on to the survivor's wing, sealing a sleepless night such as this on a positive note.

© ᴏʟᴇᴛᴜs-ᴍᴀɴᴏʀs-ʟᴏɢ | 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 ✧ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛs ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀʀᴇ | ᴀʀᴛ ʙᴇʟᴏɴɢs ᴛᴏ ʀɪɢʜᴛғᴜʟ ᴏᴡɴᴇʀs

[penelope-regulus]

Headcanon #2

After the hunting competition, Callisto desperately wanted to see Penelope every single day, talk to her, and just gaze at her beautiful face for long hour without end, so he secretly had the empire's best painters come to the palace and paint portraits of her, which he kept everywhere, being careful to order his servants to hide them every time Penelope visited his palace, and having them placed in a secret room in his treasury when she moved in as the empress after her studies were completed. He also kept things like the gloves he wore any time he held Penelope's hand, the piece of cloth Penelope ripped off of her dress when his arm was injured, the arrow that would have killed him if not for the amulet Penelope gave him at the hunting competition because he realized that she actually cared whether he died at that moment, a collection of crystal balls that can replay every moment he shares with her, no matter how trivial, which he has the imperial magicians make by photocopying his memories, down to the heads of all the people he killed for messing with Penelope as trophies and the dead skin of his lips that came off a few days after his first kiss with her.

After Judith grew up a little, whenever Penelope would visit the Eckhart duchy to see her father and second brother without Judy, Callisto would take her to the hidden room in the treasury and show his memories of Penelope and tell the significance of each of the objects, making her jealous that she couldn't live the moments he did with Penelope. Upon Penelope's return, Judith would take Penelope to her room, making sure her father can't come anywhere near them for hours and tell Penelope to shower her with more love than she's ever done for Callisto, consequently making him the jealous one.

Safe to say, Judith has tried to kiss Penelope on more than one occasion in her child days and Callisto has received a lot of scoldings, ear and hair pulling, and nights alone for teaching their Judy bad things.

She also has a secret collection of things that can remind her of Penelope, inspired by Callisto and known to only the two of them, although nothing is as particularly crazy as dead skin cells. This collection includes a mountain full of memories, Penelope's used perfumes, make up, accessories, pens, and other belongings that she thought she threw out (Judith and Callisto fight over these), spoons that she's eaten from (Callisto gets the forks), and even the dress Penelope was wearing while giving birth to her.

Penelope returns early on one day after her visit to the duchy and catches the two of them sharing one of those super cute father daughter moments where they treat each other like love rivals and Penelope isn't even surprised, but has them get rid of all the items. Judith confides in her uncle, Reynold, and the maids that were supposed to throw the things out transport them to Reynold's secret sea-side cottage (which I think makes sense for him to have), and Callisto does the same with Cedric (Reynold easily complies because his heart always gets the best of him and Cedric is threatened to). They do get to keep some of the things of their collection with them, though, after hours of begging and imploring Penelope to please let them.

ALSO!! Reynold attempts doing the same with Emily after hearing of Judy and Calli's collection from Penelope later on, but is caught while trying to add the very first item, and ultimately fails.

And I should also mention Callisto got the idea to start this collection from Cedric!

When Callisto used to ramble on and on about his times with Penelope to Cedric whilst he was working, Cedric once got annoyed and went "With how obsessed you are, I'm surprised you don't have magicians preserve every breath she exhales and the water she washes her dirty hands with!" At that moment Callisto jumps up from his chair, kicks the table he's sitting in front of, sending it flying, and darts out of the room at the speed of 100km/s to the imperial magicians and tries doing so right away. Unfortunately for him, they're not able to preserve her breath for real and he can't keep the water she cleans herself with because at the time she was still living with the Eckharts and trying to go back to her world, blissfully ignorant to everything happening at the palace. Callisto begins to fidget with his lips (and this is a few days after the first kiss) and a piece of skin comes off. His collection began with this, and poor Cedric, traumatized, never made sarcastic remarks within Callisto's hearing range ever again.

[talaok]

I’ve dreamed of this (pt. VI)

Summary: You are a part of the BAU, and for the longest time you and Dr. Spencer Reid had been best of friends, even when it was clear to everyone else, and at times to you, that you should be more than that, and when something almost happens on a night out with the team, everything is destined to change.

This is a double pov story (each chapter will be alternated between y/n's and spencer's pov)

Chapter summary:  You reunite with the team

warnings: mentions of wounds 

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Spencer 

"How is she?" Hotch asked the doctor.

"She's fine, we had to give her a few stitches, and she suffered a head concussion but the x-ray didn't show any issues. A pack of ice will do"

"oh thank god" Emily sighed, but spencer had other things on his mind "you performed an x-ray?" he asked

"yes, everything's normal"

"But the x-ray is not able to assess the brain at all, only the CT scan can show most fractures of the skull clearly," he said, incredulous at their carelessness.

"yes, I know agent," The doctor said, clearly annoyed "but she's not showing any symptoms of brain damage, so we opted for an x-ray"

"I'm- I'm actually a doctor and are you sur-"

"hey kid" Derek stopped him, placing a hand on his shoulder, "he said she's fine"

Spencer looked at him, 

his heart hadn't stopped racing since the moment she was taken, he was exhausted.

He had to fight the urge to cry, scream or punch something for the past 5 hours, and he was now feeling like a deflating balloon, slowly swaying towards the ground, all his energy drained.

for those 5 hours, he had only thought of her, and of all the things he meant for him, of everything she was, of how amazingly extraordinary she was, and of how he couldn't lose her,

and so now that she was fine, now that she was safe, he needed to be sure, to be completely utterly certain that she entirely was, because he couldn't do it again, no, he just couldn't.

not now, not ever.

He nodded at Derek, and he tightened his grip on his shoulder in a friendly way with a soft smile.

He knew,

Spencer knew he knew,

and it was fine,

he was for once feeling at peace,

He knew, so did Derek, and so probably did the rest of the team,

and it was alright,

because she was alright,

the rest came after,

always.

"Can we see her?"

"yes" the doctor grabbed y/n's room doorknob "she's been asking of you"

The room's light was warm, and it flooded the whole space, covering every inch of the sanitized environment.

it seemed fitting, spencer thought, that the only warm and comforting hospital room he'd ever been in was the one she was in.

maybe it wasn't the light, he realized, maybe it was the person.

There were 2 sets of cabinets on the floor on his right, and then one on his left, but there was nothing on them, just an empty cup on one, but nothing else.

The windows were big and long but no light shone through them, as it was still night, spencer realized,

time had passed so fast and at the same time so excruciatingly slow that he felt he had lived a thousand lives in what were actually just hours.

"There she is," JJ said softly, walking around spencer once he didn't move.

"hi y/n how are you?" Emily asked, as with the rest of the team she surrounded the bed in the center of the room.

spencer couldn't move,

there was an invisible force stopping him from taking another step, for some reason, he had frozen.

He didn't know if it was fear, and if it was, of what?

She was safe, what was he scared about now?

nothing came to mind, but his feet still refused to move.

"hey kid"

it was Rossi now 

Spencer kept looking ahead, at the windows, at the night

"I know you're scared, but she needs you," he said "now more than ever"

Spencer turned, but just as he did, David walked over to y/n.

He sighed,

he was right,

about all of it.

He took a deep breath before stepping away from the door,

now wasn't the time to be scared.

"hi Spence" she immediately said, her voice weak.

"hi," he smiled, taking her hand as he saw her reaching for his "are you feeling ok?"

"yes, I'm fine, they just gave me a few stitches"

"more than a few" Emily intervened

"yea well some" she smiled, 

she smiled like she hadn't just been kidnapped,

like her body wasn't stained with cuts,

like nothing at all had happened to her,

and spencer felt a pit in his stomach,

because he was seeing what he was sure he had forever lost,

her smile,

her beautiful beautiful smile.

Spencer lost himself at the sight for a second before getting back to his worries, justified worries, of course "are you sure you're alright? no concentration problems, mood swings, personality changes, headache, fatigue, dizziness, insomnia, or excessive drowsiness?"

Y/n, joined by everyone else, laughed softly "I'm fine Spence" She squeezed his hand "I'm fine"

"ok" he gave up "I just wanted to be sure"

She smiled again, this time gratitude on his lips "thank you" she squeezed his hand.

Spencer frowned.

for what?

"I-I," he said, confused, and hotch didn't give him time to continue before interrupting him "It's too late, we can't fly back so we'll stay here another night" he informed everyone "and as for you y/n, you obviously can come back whenever you're ready, I've already talked to Strauss and she's already agreed to give you some time off"

"I-" now it was y/n's turn to stutter "thank you Hotch"

"It's the least I can do"

y/n smiled, and her eyes traveled back to spencer "well I guess it's time for me to get out of here then"

"I'm sorry what?" jj exclaimed incredulously

"you're not serious right?" Derek asked, with the same pitch in his voice as the woman before him.

"y/n you're injured" spencer reminded her as if she had actually forgotten.

"I'm fine guys, and besides" she turned to grin at the doctor examining her charts "dr. Jameson here said I'm in the clear"

"she is?" Rossi asked him now

"yes, she's free to go"

__  __  __

"Are you ok?" 

y/n laughed softly.

God, what a beautiful sound that was.

"Spencer, that's the 30th time you've asked me that since we left the hospital" she smiled at him.

Spencer sighed "I'm sorry"

"It's fine Spence" she sat on her bed "I promise to let you know if I'm not fine ok?"

"ok," he said, putting their bags on the table "you promise?"

"promise" she put a hand on her heart, making him smile.

"What time is it?" she asked

Spencer looked at his watch "It's almost six" he answered, finding her eyes again" you should get some sleep"

y/n frowned "and what about you?"

"I'm not really tired" he lied

Y/n tilted her head, scowling at him "Spencer" she scolded him

"I'm really not"

"I'm fine, you can sleep" she raised her eyebrows "you should sleep"

"I know you are, I'm just not tired"

y/n sighed "you're stubborn you know?"  she shook her head disapprovingly "and I would love to keep trying to change your mind but I'm exhausted," she said, slowly getting up and walking to her go bag on the floor in the corner.

She put a hand on the wall to balance herself before bending down

"do you need help?"

"no it's fine" she reassured him, before reaching for the zipper 

"ah!" she winced

"shit did you hurt yourself" Spencer immediately rushed to her, taking her arm and placing it across his shoulders to give her stability  

"it's just my leg," she said quietly, and just then, he heard it, he heard the real y/n, the scarred, scared, and tired woman who had just gone through hell,

and his heart broke.

"here," he said, walking her to his bed, since it was the closest, and letting her sit down "do you need your pajama?"

"mh-mh" she hummed, suddenly now quiet

Spencer was trying really hard to not let his emotions get the best of him, as he bent down, opened her go-bag, and reached for her pajama.

"This is it, right?" he asked, like he could have actually forgotten

she raised her head, but she didn't answer as something happened between her eyes.

"what is it y/n?" he asked softly, hoping to be communicating all the desperation with which he wanted to be helpful.

"it's' just-" her head fell down, and spencer got up just to crouch in front of her.

"Please let me help" he pleaded

"I don't have anything with long sleeves"

Spencer felt like he had been just punched in the face.

"I'll lend you some" 

"you don't have to"

"I want to," he said getting up to rummage in his own bag, and coming back with a gray long-sleeved shirt and his own pair of pajama pants.

"I only have these pants, I hope you won't mind"

She looked at the clothes "what will you sleep in Spence?"

"don't worry about it" he smiled, trying to give her any type of comfort.

And she reciprocated, looking at him like she wanted to say something, but choose not to.

She glanced at the clothes and then back at him again, a questioning look on her.

"could you-" she bit her lip "could you help me?"

Spencer swallowed thickly before nodding and crouching down again "of course" 

y/n smiled thankfully, and there was a moment of silence, as Spencer thought about how he was supposed to do this, how he was supposed to undress her and act normal at the same time.

y/n laughed softly at his clear nervousness "are you ok?"

"yes- sorry" he stuttered, before reaching for her blouse's buttons "can I?"

"yes Spence"

He gulped again, before starting to undo them, feeling the edges of her bra and her body's heat against his fingers.

Once he was done, he opened it and slipped it off of her, his eyes immediately falling to the bandages, to the milk-white pieces of cotton covering her cuts, her wounds, his faults.

"they look worse than they actually are," She said, noticing his focus.

He looked at her, his eyes, just like his mind, saying I'm sorry, I'm so fucking sorry this has happened to you, over and over again.

He didn't say anything, just took the shirt and gently helped her into it.

he didn't know what to say, 

and he feared that whatever he would have said,

was never gonna be enough.

"it fits me well don't you think?" she joked, raising her arms to show all the sleeve's extra fabric,

Spencer forced a smile "perfectly"

"it smells of you," she noticed, and spencer blushed 

"is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

"good," she said "I like it"

He avoided her glare to look at her pants, placing his hands on her hips but stopping to look up at her for permission

she nodded, and his heart started racing as he slowly undid her zipper, and started pulling down her pants.

Once again, his eyes found the bandage, this time longer, wider, spread out on her whole right thigh.

Spencer closed his eyes for a second to clear his mind from all the mixed emotions clouding it, before grabbing his pants and shuffling them up her legs.

When he looked up, she was already looking at him

"thank you"

spencer swallowed thickly,

that felt wrong,

she had nothing to thank him for,

if not for almost getting her killed,

He didn't respond, instead, he said "You should really go to bed now" followed by "you need to rest"

She nodded and struggling slightly, slipped under the covers.

He looked at her one last time before he got up and walked to his own go bag, fishing out his pajama shirt.

He glanced back at her just to notice her eyes on him

"is everything all right?"

"mh-mh" she hummed, 

He took his shirt off, feeling a bit self-conscious about her stare, before putting on his pajama.

"Are you sure?" he walked closer to her ( actually his) bed "you can tell me y/n, I want to help," he said "in any way I can"

"I'm just tired" 

Spencer sighed, giving up,

maybe tomorrow was gonna be better, now she needed to rest.

"alright" he nodded "goodnight," he said, walking over to his (her) bed and not even bothering to get under the covers before turning the light off.

he needed to stay awake, feeling the blanket's warmth wasn't gonna help.

Yes, he had told her he wasn't tired, but in reality, he was absolutely exhausted, he felt like he had lost 20 years off his life just today, but he wanted to stay up nonetheless, make sure she was okay, and be ready if she needed something.

"goodnight" her thin voice responded

He was sitting against the headboard, in the dark, just the little blue light that indicated the tv was off stood out

The rest was buried under a veil of shade.

He was thinking of what to do,

of how he was gonna get her to talk,

to tell him,

to let him help,

when her voice interrupted his interior one.

"Spence?"

"yes?" he immediately answered, his worry increasing again.

"Spence could you-?"  He couldn't see her as he turned to his left, but he heard the uncertainty in her voice

"whatever you need y/n, don't worry"

"would you mind laying next to me?" she finally said

"I-" his voice cracked "sure"

His legs felt weak as he stood up and walked up to the other side of her bed, slowly laying on it, his head rested on the pillow, and his eyes stayed fixated on the ceiling.

He heard her turn towards him 

"don't you want to come under the covers?"

"I-"

he couldn't tell her that he wanted to say awake and that getting in the bed was gonna make it harder,

"ok" he said then, slipping under the covers.

She shuffled closer to him, and he felt warmer.

He could hear her low breathing, as she tried to fall asleep, and got lost in the sound of it, before she moved even closer to him, and he felt her hand graze his arm.

It was like he could feel her opening his eyes, and could feel her glare on him.

He felt her hand move against the sheets, and once she placed it on his, he couldn't do anything but turn it around to hold hers.

His heart was beating fast, and the situation only got worse once he felt her close to him, closer than before, and once he felt her resting her head on his chest, he was sure his heartbeat was at levels never seen by men before.

 She then put her other hand just beneath her head, turning fully so that she was pressed against him,  and he had to hold his breath.

"thank you" she murmured

I don't deserve a thank you y/n, you should do the opposite, you should blame me and hate me and push me off,

that's what I deserve

"I'm sorry" 

"It's not your fault " she whispered, her voice sending vibrations through his chest "It's not anybody's fault"

Oh but that's not true,

He should have stopped it

He should have fought more

He knew it,

she knew it,

everybody knew it

She moved her hand, grazing his chest until it was directly above his heart "thank you " she repeated again, before her rhythmic breathing started over, and in a matter of minutes, he could feel the deep breaths fleeing her mouth once she fell asleep.

And so spencer remained there, frozen, looking at her, as darkness spread all around them.

And once again, he apologized

"I'm sorry," he said into the night,

"I'm sorry y/n"

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review pls

EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP YUL HAD HIS ASS HANDED TO HIM AND WE GOT JAJAMES IN THE FINALE. ONC DO NOT FUCK THIS UP FOR ME.

DCAS ep 19 - review

spoilers !!!! (but you knew that.)

tom saying jake sees the best in people was so fucking funny i'm sorry like we both know He Does Not. even the line was like 'despite his anxieties he..' baby ur literally saying 'despite not seeing the best in people he really does see the best in people' you are so fucking stupid

side note tom is actually an idiot, unironically. not haha himbo idiot just an actual fucking idiot. how is he 30. how is he a fan favorite. HOW IS TOMJAKE A FAN FAVORITE SHIP nonono im not talking about this rn im NOT (claws at my enclosure)

ugh i forgot tomjake is like. a thing. and not a very bad made-up fanon ship. and they're giving them a spin-off. for a sec i allowed myself to exist in a world where ONC made good writing decisions. what a world it was

james being jake's biggest hater was amazing. almost unleashed my inner jake hater. there is still time though, trust

kinda sad to see huntess not hang out with anyone but each other. i was waiting on tess interacting with gabellie or something

on the bright side, GRETT HAVING A MOMENT WITH GABELLIE??? HELLOOOOOOOOO?????? CAN YALL HEAR ME???????????????

gabgrellie save me.... save me gabgrellie............

speaking of ellie she looked so off the entire episode. why did her eyes move like that. am i crazy. she looked so ugly

oh my fucking god they fucking burnt yul's face. that's crazy. grett the woman that you are <333 i might actually draw the prick because he looks cool now

i am also sooooooo glad they're not giving him a half-assed redemption arc. they know he sucks ass. at least we have that

krystal saying "that's the good shit" was the most embarrassing thing ever in fact her entire part before dinner was embarrassing. why did she keep. doing that and saying that. girl why are you interrupting the moment you want to get on camera are you an idiot

also she fell victim to the inconsistency bc tell me why she was bitching and moaning the entire season about 'those that really matter' and being all lpvey dovey about her friends but then derek is like 'trevor :)' and she goes 'why arent u professional' girl.

and derek. man. we all know youre lying genuinely fuck you. 'he matters to me' GIRLLL WHEEENNNNNNNNNNN HAVE YOU SHOWN THAT 😭😭😭

FIORE AND ALEC!!! ALEC SCOWLING THEN LOOKING AT FIORE AND INSTANTLY SMILING!!! HIM PROTECTING HER FROM YUL!!! HIM COVERING HER EYES WHEN YUL GOT BURNED!!! TH!!! THE!!!!!!! THE FATHER-DAUGHTER DUO EVERRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭😭😭

now allow me to be even more not normal

JAJAMES CRUMBS 🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥 JAMES IS HELPING JAKE IN THE FINALE EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP HERE IS HOW JAJAKEDEN NATION CAN STILL WIN- [gets shot] [gets shot] [gets shot] [gets s

please god PLEASE LET THEM BECOME FRIENDS because if they do i will actually write DSVC fic about jajakeden getting together. i made a promise to myself to never write DSVC fic but if they become friends. i will be so. fucking. annoying.

JAJAMES PLEASE BECOME FRIENDS PLEASEEEEEEE PLEASE 😭😭😭

sooooo glad fiore not only did not pick riya but also GAVE HER THE DISADVANTAGE. JAKE FANS HERE IS HOW WE CAN STILL WIN

why did they bring emily back just to make her a bitch.

JAJAMES PLEEEEEAAAAAASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE 😭😭😭😭😭

there are many things wrong with this ep (like derek existing, and also his lines, and also yul existing,,, and the stuff ive pointed out) but its ONC. i'll throw them a bone ig. i'm okay with what we got, it obviously wasn't a masterpiece and it felt fanservice-y in parts (yk that one post or ask or whatever that says season 1 & 2 DSVC was a show a fandom was built off, but season 3 is a show built off the fandom? yea some scenes reminded me of that. coigh cough krystal mildly breaking the fourth wall.) but i'm glad connor only got like 2 seconds of screentime, fiore and alec got along, and the jajames crumbs oh my.. <3

overall, an 8/10 and if my memory isn't failing me this is probably the best rating since ep 13?? but yea it was a good episode i'm fine with it. im surprised they didnt ruin.everything. bc yk its ONC. so yea!!! yay yippee yay!

i am so glad there are only 2 episodes left . istg if i watch the spin offs or new seasons i need yall to shoot me. and remember how i was talking some time ago about rewatching the entire show after DCAS came out fully? yea no. not doing that. when episode 21 comes out i will be cheering because i will finally put DSVC behind me. i fucking hate this show WE ARE ALMOST FREE!!!!!!!!! CHEERING

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls- Season 2, Episode 22 (Last Episode of the Season). "I Can't Get Started" Part 1

This episode may just be the ultimate game of memory roulette, because I remember nothing. Zero. Nada. Zilch. Zippo. except these two things:

I am told this episode involves a Lorelai-Crusty hookup and I have no recollection of that whatsoever. The mind has a way of bleaching itself sometimes. Can't wait to be retraumatized! The episode begins with Sookie playing wedding music choices for her coworkers and everyone falls asleep listening to the depressing songs she picked. Leave my girl Sookie and her emo music alone. She lives in Stars Hollow, of course she can relate to songs about pain, depression and misery.

Emily the Strange, seen on Rory's cast.

My conflicting emotions as I think about how Season 3 brings Jess to the forefront (that's good) but he rarely knows a moment's peace (that's bad) and in the blink of an eye we lose him to the California Wormhole (that's bad) but it also temporarily sidelines Dean (that's good) but it brings Crusty back (that's bad) but there's the debut of Dave Rygalski (that's good) but in the blink of an eye we also lose Dave Rygalski to the California Wormhole (that's bad) then we meet Alex who is cool and also hot (that's good) but then he disappears forever (wormhole?) and Max briefly returns from the California Wormhole (meh?) When Michel complains about the drudgery of wedding preparations, Lorelai reminds him she's in Sookie's wedding party so he has to oversee the entire wedding by himself, which is something he's never done before. Excuse me? Why don't you hire some more staff Lorelai, you fucking cheapskate. (We also learn later on that Sookie's catering her own wedding. WHAT? I know Sookie is a perfectionist when it comes to food but that's fucking bonkers). Rory offers to brainstorm with Lane to come up with wedding songs for Sookie and she agrees to let them do it because letting teenagers pick the music for the most important day of your life is a smart idea. This is where I realized I have no idea what kind of music Rory is actually into except that she has expressed she doesn't like the pop music/boybands of the day, which is fine. I just hope Rory wasn't one of those super annoying kids in school who were always coming up to me saying things like "You know, the Backstreet Boys don't play their own instruments." I was well aware. Anyway, Lane was definitely one of those types, as we see it happen on the show frequently, but as for Rory, that one is maybe up for debate.

Sookie asks Lorelai if she wants to invite Emily and Richard to the wedding. Uhh, may I ask why? Just 5 episodes ago, Emily was meddling in the wedding planning and blew up Sookie's budget and Lorelai had to intervene so she wouldn't go bankrupt. That's about the extent of any significant interaction between the Gilmore Grands and Sookie. After that mess, why would Sookie want her there? Sookie's all "Ah, that ol "almost bankrupted me" thing. She was so thoughtful to help me with the planning! Even though it was nothing more than a passive aggressive scheme to stick it to you for never getting married. She made me realize I love the color pink!" And then she giggles away the deep seated pain that anyone so relentlessly cheerful and forgiving has to be holding deep inside. Something historic just happened: I watched the Intro, instead of skipping it, which is something I haven't done in years. Let it be known I have nothing against the intro nor the song, and they're very nice and heartwarming, but I'm just not an intro girl. But I've been pretty down in the dumps and the theme song is like a warm cup of cocoa. It might behoove me to watch the opening credits once in a while so I know when to expect Dean, Crusty and other creatures from the deep.

More fine work from the Gilmore Girls fake food designer. Looks delish. She's still wearing that fucking quarter on a string, god damn. Rory is pestering Butthead to trade his pancakes for her fruit and egg platter.

You know, sometimes I start writing a joke, then realize it was funny, but it didn't make any sense and I have to scrap it, which makes me sad. Sometimes I don't even notice it after I've already posted and have to do a quick deletion (it just happened with LGD, in fact). Today, you're in for a treat because I'm going to give you one of my bloopers. Rory is incessantly asking Dean for his opinion on the pancakes. I decided she had poisoned them and she was monitoring his reactions, like when his breathing would start to become labored, or if he started to foam at the mouth, or if he would say something like that "huh, these pancakes taste kinda metallic." and then he would keel over. But then I remember they are at Luke's and she didn't cook the pancakes. But she could have sprinkled some rat poison on top of it when he had his back turned. I'm 100% convinced Lindsay had tried unsuccessfully to poison his meatloaf.

Oh no, they traded breakfasts. Eat AROUND the poison sprinkles, Rory. Rory and Buttzilla are observing someone who is repeatedly walking back and forth in front of the diner without coming in. *Sniffs the air* I smell unhealthy boundaries. It must be Lorelai.

I actually forgot that Luke and Lorelai were still "fighting". In fact, I just realized there was no Luke whatsoever in the previous episode. Okay, okay! I plum forgot about Luke completely! Anyway, can we please resolve this nonsense before season 3? How is Lorelai hooking up with Crusty going to end this stalemate?

Ya'll, she really blurted out "Dean don't leave me", not "Don't leave me, guys" or "Rory don't leave me." I CAN’T! I'm dying! Poor Rory, shows where she really ranks on the list of her mother's priorities. Anyways, sucks to suck Lorelai, good luck with solving this fucking mess completely of your own making.

lolbye

That's a wild under-exaggeration for how you acted after that car crash. Just wild.

There is no quicker way to get Lorelai’s goat than to act Pleasant Neutral towards her and not entertain her quirkiness! it is aggravating her to no end that Luke isn’t entertaining her stupid doughnut jokes! Hahahahaha! He isn’t groveling at her feet over her half baked fake bullshit apologies either. Sucks to suck Lore! Luke being so indifferent to Lorelai's bullshit is glorious, no one has ever deserved it more.

Meanwhile, Paris is running for student council president. Her campaign promises include mandatory recycling, clearly gendered bathrooms and gluten free options in the cafeteria (hey, as long as Rory can still order her favorite Chilton lunch, The Prison Special, two slices of white bread with nothing in the middle). After Madeline and Louise poll 150 students in the span of about 1 minute, the results are in: While the People think she would make a competent politican, nobody actually likes her. So she strong arms a very reluctant Rory into becoming her running mate. Paris feels Rory's nice girl image will soften her own. She puts the fear of God into Rory that she will end up going to Connecticut State instead of Harvard if she doesn't take this opportunity to pad her college resume with school politics. I mean, she's not wrong. Rory is still pitifully lacking in extra cirricular activities. Until they showed Rory writing in the audience, I had completely forgotten she was already on the school newspaper because it hasn't been mentioned in ages. And now I just remembered that horrid school newspaper storyline in s3 is approaching. The one with the redheaded mean girl, Francie. Ugh! S3 is going to be such a rollercoaster. Wait, isn't Connecticut State where Dean was considering going to school? Heheh.

Out of context Gilmore Girls.

Hmmm.

You know who else AmyShermanPalladino said this about?

AmyShermanPalladino wrote Paris to adore Rory as much she adores Milo, I'm just saying. Rory is getting her cast off.

Emily Strange again...

SECURITY!!!! No, but what kind of medical office is this where anyone can just barge in to a child’s appointment and be like "it's okay I'm the Dad" and the Dr is like “sure I believe you have a seat”. Not like Crusty is ever around that the doctor would recognize him. He drove down all the way from Boston to watch Rory have her cast cut off but can't be present for anything important? Alright. Anything to get into Lore’s pants I guess.

Yeah. Love is in the air at their child’s medical appointment.

Their nauseating attraction clouded their minds enough that they both resisted the urge to get in one last jab about Jess being the cause of Rory's injury. Miraculous.

Hur hur hur! You're so funny! Drink drain cleaner.

Honestly? They deserve each other. R: “If I become vice president, I'll have to spend my summer at some junior leadership program in Washington."

Oh, you would HATE That.

[zea9love]

I saw someone on Twitter hating on Tashigi so hard yesterday saying “The fact she looks like Kuina is disrespectful to both Zoro and Kuina! She’s a vile, deplorable character and her personality is disgusting!”

Bro… Other than being clumsy, a sword nerd, a member of the marines, arguing with Zoro in a lighthearted way, and losing a couple of fights, what has Tashigi done that was so bad?! Smoker has gotten his ass beat plenty of times as well, but I hardly ever see him getting hate for that! And guess what? That person is a fan of Smoker too!

Its crazy how mfs know to blame the writer for scenes they don’t like when the character is a man, but when the character is a woman, they act like she crossed dimensions to write the scene herself and proceed to say the worst things about her. And sometimes they even go as far as harassing the actress (*cough* MCU stans with Sharon Carter and Emily VanCamp *cough*)

I mean yeah, Tashigi tried to take Zoro’s swords before and she (like any other character ever) can have those moments where she’s a little annoying, but good lord… That mf was ragging on her like she murdered Zoro or something 😳

And for those that don’t want Tashigi in the live action because she’s “weak, useless, and irrelevant” who says the OPLA writers wouldn’t improve on how Tashigi is written? They did it with Nami (got way more fight scenes than she did in the anime/mangas East Blue saga) and Alvida (none of the characters have been fatphobic towards her), so why wouldn’t they do the same for Tashigi?

[platonically-loving-alastor]

Hazbin Top 5

I was going to make a top 10 character list, but realized after the first 5 I didn't know where to place anyone- But in case you're curious, some contenders for the remaining 6-10, in no specific order, were Angel Dust, Charlie, Emily, Niffty, and Sir Pentious. Now here's my top 5 with reasonings and appreciation for them all!

5. Lucifer

Obviously bro is relatable, not only for his awkwardness and hyperfixations, but he also happens to be the same height as I am at about 5'2" (according to the sources I've seen). Being the same height as Lucifer is my biggest flex lmao- I still have no idea why his hatred of Alastor seemed so instant. Like yeah, Alastor was trying to annoy him by being a better dad to Charlie, but the whole 'fuck you' moment happened before any of that started. Did he just sense the bad vibes off of him or what? Anyway, his awkwardness and desperation to connect with his daughter make for probably my favorite lines of the episode, such as the "Hey bitch!" and the whole "You like girls? So do I!" situation followed by him being so distracted he called Vaggie by the wrong name. Perfect comedy

4. Lute

I love her an insane amount for someone who shows up so relatively little with so few lines, but here we are. I've already made an entire post about her, here it is if you want it, so I'll keep this short (Spoiler alert: I failed). I actually don't think I mentioned just how attractive this woman is, so let's get that out there right now. I know I'm not the only one who thinks this, about half the people I've seen react to Episode 6 have seen Lute without her mask, took a pause of recognition, and we all knew what they were thinking before the pressed play. Istg my taste in women (and sometimes even men, thanks Vox) is just "Can they murder me without a second thought? Yes? That's hot". My favorite line of hers is when she's hyping up the army with Adam and says "Rip Vaggie's cunt mouth out her ass!" and even Adam has to be like "damn girl chill what the hell-" She's so feral I love her so much

3. Rosie

Everyone needs a Rosie in their lives. I don't just mean a regular therapist, I mean a person in your life, friend or family member, who will talk you out of your downward spiral and gently call you out on why those paranoid thoughts are actually pretty unrealistic (the other side of the same coin would be Husk, he's just more blunt about it). I'm also still completely convinced she has some interesting and sad backstory based on how she was talking to Charlie and I need to know about it so bad. "It can be difficult to admit to things you're not proud of, especially if those things hurt the ones you love" Ma'am what did you do? I find it hard to believe it's just about the cannibalism. I don't know if in this instance, she's the one who hurt someone or someone else hurt her and she was the one who failed to forgive them, but either way I need answers.

2. Vox

Y'all know I love this man in more ways than one, he one the hottest Hazbin character poll for a reason. But I swear everything about this man makes me love him as a character more. First, I always love a technology based character, his electricity powers and literal screen head are the coolest thing in the world to me. He's voiced by Christian Borle, which was a fantastic choice, along with the glitched effect his voice gets when he's mad, I love to see it. Apparently it's also canon he can fly (with rocket shoes)?? He just keeps getting the best character design choices possible, this can't possibly be fair- The fact his first introduction was being done with Val, telling him to call tf down, and treating him like a child ("Now that's why they pay you the big bucks!") was a pretty good first impression for me lol, made even funnier when it was followed by him losing all sense of rationalism when Alastor entered his line of sight.

1. Alastor

The character my blog is named after, this should not be a surprise. Shockingly enough, despite my obsession for him and acknowledgement of his charming nature and generally attractive design, I' do not simp for him in the slightest'm not personally attracted to him in the slightest. I simp for a TV and yet apparently deer man with permanent smile is where I draw the line idk- The most I want from him is to be as good of a friend to him as Rosie is (well that and to touch his ears but that's a given). But this is another character I love literally everything about. Who would've thought the concepts of 'radio host', 'serial killer', and 'literal deer' would work so well together to create this dapper yet terrifying fucking cryptid. Not only can he be either incredibly scary or a silly guy, he can and has done both at once. Example: Episode 3 when he's just casually eating a deer carcass in his room (in which he summoned a whole ass bayou). I was genuinely so glad when the 'this face was made for radio' thing happened in episode 1, confirming that they were still gonna lean into his creepy-as-fuck distortion and general vibe he had in the pilot. He's horrifying and evil and I love that about him. Meanwhile he also says shit like "Now he's pissy, that's the tea" (definitely taught to him by Rosie) and kicks his legs on the bed like a schoolgirl as if he hasn't committed countless atrocities. My favorite character, everyone-

Wow I wrote more than I meant to for this, sorry about the essay-

[irish-urn]

Do you think if the writers intended to make derek and casey endgame would we still have sally and Truman as love interests? And if we still had them do you think they would write sally and Derek's story differently?

Hi!!!

Okay, so so so: I actually really like Derek and Sally together, and I think she was really very good for him. She taught him a lot about love and relationships, and I think she may have even taught him something about him being worth love. I mean, they broke up because she went to BC, and for a while he was considering going with her. They didn't break up because Derek wasn't enough; they broke up because their lives were going in different directions. Which... sucks, but... it happens. And I think it gave Derek a taste of what love is and how good it can be, and for a child of divorce, I think that was super important for him to experience.

So, I don't think Dally takes anything away from Dasey, to be honest. Especially if we consider that Derek doesn't date anyone else after Sally (except for Emily, but more on that in a moment). I think their story was for DEREK'S character arc, and it just helps him grow up into the man that Casey deserves. I think it taught him that his feelings are okay, and that he doesn't have to be Cool Guy Venturi all the time.

I think Truman was good for Casey too, but in a totally different way; I think she needed to rebel a bit, and I think she needed to make some bad choices. I ALSO think that on paper, Derek and Truman are a lot alike... Except for all the ways they aren't. And I think that FOR a Dasey endgame, it would be important for Casey to see the differences, for her to understand that she loves Derek for all the ways he's not like Truman. I also think Truman was basically Casey's way of dealing with her attraction to Derek, kind of choosing a lesser version of him since she couldn't have the real version.

The thing that gets me annoyed is that they HAD basically set everything up for a Dasey endgame, and then had Casey take Truman back (UGH) and Derek ask Emily out almost as if they realized what they had done and gone, Aw, dammit, gotta fix that one. Because heaven forbid they both be single at the same time while Derek is giving Casey those looks and Casey is angling her body in his direction basically all the time. The fact that it's been stated that Derek and Casey are more important to each other than any of their relationships speaks volumes, but I do think that the Kendras, Sallys, Maxes, and Trumans of the world -- even the Roxies and Jesses and Peters and unknown mothers of Skyler -- help Derek and Casey grow closer together in the end, with every failed relationship helping them understand what they do want (each other).

But maybe that's the romantic in me.

[the-guilty-writer]

Gill I just had a thought I must share with you right away. I can’t decide if I like it or not.

Okay, so. Stephen Gideon. (I know he’s in an episode in like season 10 but I haven’t gotten that far so if im so far off just like smack me or summ)

Stephen Gideon. Wiki says he was born in 1980, which would make him a year or two older than RR. I have no idea what Gideon’s family timeline is. So lemme just make stuff up okay? Okay.

RR grows up with this annoying older brother in Stephen Gideon. They’re inseparable. They hang out at the BAU (BSU) together when their dads are working and they solve lil pretend cases and accuse each other of lying all the time. They’re besties. And then, when Gideon’s wife leaves him (I’m speculating I don’t know if this is canon ok) and moves away, Stephen & RR are totally cut off from each other

There’s possibility for more but I want your thoughts on this

The canon timeline of the entire show is so wacky and sometimes just doesn't make sense so honestly making things up is the best way to do it!

As someone who had childhood best friends that were determined by who my parents were friends with I feel very qualified to answer this lol

I feel like RR and Stephen would have been obligatory besties when they were little, like from ages 2-6 ish. Since their dads work together and they're close in age, they're simply expected to get along and be friends, which isn't hard since they're so young. And since Rossi is a single dad in the RR universe you can bet that Gideon's wife probably baby sat her from time to time.

But that is the biggest difference between Stephen and RR- Stephen has a mom who can take care of him and RR just has her dad. I'd imagine that RR would spend far more time at the BSU than Stephen did since Gideon's wife would have watched Stephen most of the time. Rossi would have to find a babysitter, daycare, or watch RR on his own and I bet he didn't get paid as much then as he does now so bringing RR to work was just more cost-effective a lot of the time.

But still, Stephen would have been RR's first "best friend", especially before she went into kindergarden where she could choose her own friends. I imagine she would have been 5 or 6 when Stephen had to move away with his mom. She would have been confused at first, because that's hard to explain to a 5 year old, especially a 5 year old who doesn't have a real concept of what having two parents is like.

I don't know that they would have chosen one another as friends if their dad's didn't work together though. Just from personal experience I know that before I started school, my friends were all my parent's friends kids. That's not to say that we didn't get along, but it's more of an obligation to be friends with them because those are the friends that you have access to.

But those first obligatory friends also determine a lot about who you choose to socialize with when you grow up. All of my friends from the ages of 2-5 were boys because my mom's friends all had boys. I was the only girl. To this day, I have an easier time socializing with men than women because my first social interactions with peers were with boys. I also can't get a date to save my life because I'm such a "one of the guys" girl. Early social conditioning matters.

In an upcoming fic there is a small moment of RR and her thoughts on JJ. RR takes to Spencer right away (in The First Week), but I made it so she isn't quite sure about JJ. Her whole life she has been surrounded by men, so it's not a suprise that she'd need more time to warm up to the girls. I think it's also worth noting that Emily also seemed to grow up with more male friends than female friends and for that reason I think that her and RR would get along really well once they figured one another out. It's a dynamic I'm excited to explore in future fics!

I do think that it would be interesting to write something about Stephen visiting the BAU when RR is an agent there and seeing how Stephen went down one path- poor relationship with his father, no interest in profiling- while RR went down the other- legit became a profiler and has an amazing relationship with her dad.

Hopefully this answered your question just a little bit. I went on kind of a tangent there. I feel like there is some room to explore here, but I'd have to marinate on it to get a better grasp on what RR and Stephen's childhood friendship would look like.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

About Face: Part Two

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.4k

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

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there is any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated

You, Spencer, and Rossi separate from the group with detective Yarbrough. The disposal site isn't far from here, which can only mean the unsub may be local. He may not be comfortable going outside of his comfort zone.

Derek and Emily went to Michelle's house to see how the unsub could watch her without anyone knowing. The houses in Michelle's neighborhood are close together, so someone sitting in the street would have been noticed easily. The unsub must have watched Michelle for a long time before deeming it safe to kidnap her. If the unsub did watch her from the street, then he would have to have had a small enough car to not get noticed. Even still, neighbors would notice a car parked outside their house.

It's human nature to notice those things. The only logical place for the unsub to have watched Michelle would have been on her property. This front of it doesn't have many opportunities to hide a person, but the backyard does. The unsub must have used Michelle's bushes and trees to hide behind... watching her every move.

The thing that confuses you the most is the masks that the unsub leaves behind. Enid didn't have a mask at her apartment which means one of two things: the unsub hasn't killed her yet or Enid saw the posters and ran for the hills before she could get herself kidnapped. The masks haven't been released to the public, and Hotch thinks it's a good idea to keep them private for right now. The masks might be a message that the unsub wants to send to the police rather than the public.

The thing that strikes you as odd is Enid's dog. If she was out walking with her dog last night, then where is her dog?

There are a lot of unanswered questions, but one thing you know will help is the dumpsite where Michelle was found. Her spirit will help you paint a picture of her final moments on this Earth. You arrive at the dumpsite soon after, dread filling your every nerve.

"We went over this area pretty thoroughly. There's no evidence left," the detective says.

"Evidence can still be left even after the body has left," you say and carefully walk on the rocks.

"I just want to stand where she was," Rossi says, ignoring your comment. "Dr. Reid, do we still keep all the old files in the fourth floor storeroom?"

"I think some are up there. You know, most of our information is on computers now. Have you had a chance to go through our data since you've been back?"

"Not yet."

"You'll be amazed. The original team--I mean, you interviewed something like forty-five serial killers, right?"

"Something like."

"Today we have interviews with over a thousand offenders--serial killers, child abductors, sex offenders--I'll go through it with you sometime if you like, answer any questions--"

"Sounds good," Rossi cuts him off.

Spencer nods in understanding, knowing that he probably annoyed him. You pat Spencer's back and give him a kind smile before turning back to the water's edge.

"Michelle's body was found right here. I really thought it was a prank," Yarbrough sighs sadly.

"You can't really blame yourself for that."

"Water obliterates a body and destroys evidence. You weren't in the water that long, were you, Michelle?" Rossi mutters.

You step down to the shore where Michelle's body is lying lifelessly. You're the only one who can see her. She looks up at you with lifeless eyes, begging you to help avenge her death. The sight brings you to tears.

You bend down to get closer and look a little further into the lake where you see the unsub and Michelle fighting for her life. The water is splashing, but when you blink once, the water returns back to its calm state. You blink once more and Michelle is back in the water. She flails about, but the black mass that is the unsub holds her down until she isn't moving anymore.

He uses the rocks he finds on the shore around the lake to hold her body down, but that's all you're seeing here. Once the unsub is happy that she won't be surfacing, he trudges over to the edge and wrigns out his clothes. You can't see much about who he might be, but you can feel the evil radiating off his body. He turns to face you, and the spot you know where his eyes are, stares into your own. It's like he knows you're there.

However, he just walks past you and leaves the area.

"Michelle fought hard for her life. He used the rocks on the shore to help weigh her down. He walked away like nothing ever happened," you mutter. "I can't get a clear look at him."

"You just repeated everything that's in the files," Rossi says to you as you stand straight.

You look at Spencer who just shrugs. Before you can apologize or even get a word out, Rossi turns on his heels and leaves the site. Spencer is the one to comfort you this time, pulling you in close as you two follow the two men back to the car.

Rossi has a real problem with you, and you hope he can find it in himself to talk to you about it rather than shut you out.

You make it back to the station where everyone else is since they got done with their own things earlier than your team.

"Did we get anything?" Hitch asks you when he sees your part of the team.

"Agent Rossi pointed out that since the victims were weighted down, it suggests the unsub didn't want them found. It suggests some sort of connection between them," Spencer answers for you.

You don't want to be a snitch and tell Hotch that Rossi doesn't like you, but if he continues then you will. You have to work extra hard to prove yourself, and it's not going to be easy.

"Detective, how long was Michelle missing for?"

"She was found on the fourth day."

"So if she wasn't in the water long, then he held her for three." Hotch's phone rings and he places whoever it is on speakerphone so everyone can hear. "Garcia?"

"I've been running all of Enid's credit cards. She made a purchase at 9 AM this morning at a sporting goods store in Dallas."

"This morning?" you ask. "What did she buy?"

"A shotgun."

"Can she buy a gun that easily?" Hotch asks the detective after he hangs up on Penelope.

"This is Texas," the detective shrugs. "There's no license or waiting period for most rifles or shotguns."

"Is there video surveillance of gun sales in sporting goods stores?"

"There's supposed to be."

"JJ, call the store. Find out if it was Enid or the unsub using her credit card."

"Okay."

"Detective Yarbrough. There's an urgent call from a woman on one," an officer interrupts.

The detective presses a button on the desk phone, putting whoever is on the other line through speakerphone to whoever is in the conference room.

"Detective Yarbrough."

"My name is Enid White," Enid's scared voice comes through the other line.

Holy shit, she's still alive. She must have seen the fliers and ran, hiding from the unsub. She bought a gun to protect herself if he ever came for her.

"Where are you, Enid?"

"The news reports said that the police didn't believe that other woman when she saw the missing fliers," she panics.

"That was a mistake, Enid."

"I have a gun. I don't think I can stay awake very much longer."

"Enid, this is agent Hotchner of the FBI. We believe you, and we want to help you. Can you tell us where you are?"

"El Royale motel in Dallas. It's room six. I saw the fliers. Hurry, please. He's gonna kill me," she whispers fearfully.

"Don't move, Enid. We're on our way."

Your entire team doesn't waste any time in getting to the motel. However, you were too late. It took twenty minutes to get there, but that was enough time for the unsub to go after Enid. When you get there, Enid is nowhere to be found. Half of the team scouts inside of the room while you stay outside and let Enid tell you where she went.

You're taken back to twenty minutes ago, and you turn to the window that peeks inside the room. Enid is nervously peeking outside the window with a shotgun in her hand. You turn to the parking lot and see an unmarked car watching her. There are tons of cars around, but this one stands out to you. However, you can't see who the driver is.

The black shape gets out of the car and heads to Enid's room with the intent to grab her. He manages to get his hands on her, leaving behind a bunch of missing persons fliers and a blank mask. Instead of focusing on the room, you follow Enid and the unsub back to his car.

He shoves her into the back of his car, and you walk around to the back to memorize what you see. The license plate isn't readable except for the first two numbers: 19. The unsub must have heard Enid on the phone if he got to her this quickly.

You blink once and you're brought back to the present. You present to your team what you found, but all but Rossi are supportive.

"You're only stating what's obvious. If you're going to add something, then tell me something I don't know."

He says it too low for the rest of the team to hear, but you know Hotch may have heard something by how he's staring at the two of you. You did give him something—part of a license plate, but he doesn't want to believe in what you can do.

"Twenty minutes. We were here in twenty minutes. I can't believe we lost her," the detective sighs sadly.

"We may not have lost her," Hotch says, pulling his eyes from you and Rossi. "He kept Michelle for four days."

"But we got nothing," the detective complains.

"That's not true. Look at the difference in the scenes. The fliers weren't tacked up, they were thrown around the room."

"So?"

"He left in a hurry like he knew we were coming," you state. "I saw him, Hotch. He was waiting outside of the motel. He must have tapped into the call when she called the station."

I found this under the bed," Derek says, walking outside with a cell phone in his hands "972 area code."

Rossi looks at you with an unreadable expression on his face. You must be a really great guesser to have guessed that she used a cell phone. He doesn't believe in what you can do, so he tries to find explanations in everything you say and do.

"You can get a cell interceptor at any electronics store. They don't cost that much. He probably sat right out here and heard everything she said. Like Y/N said."

"But if he followed her here from Dallas, why wait till she calls us to move in on her?"

"To make sure it was the police who found the mask," Emily says.

"We need to gather your men and give a profile."

Your team heads back to the police station where detective Yarbrough gathers his men and women in the main room to hear what your team has to say. Derek steps forward and begins the meeting.

"He's a white male. His shoe prints have been examined and put him at about 5'11" and about a hundred and sixty-five pounds. So, we've narrowed it down to anyone of average weight and height."

"There's a sophistication and patience in what this unsub does that suggests a level of maturity. We believe this puts his age in the mid-thirties to forties range," Emily says.

"Michelle Colucci was taken from the primary crime scene and disposed of at the tertiary crime scene four days later. That means she was held somewhere for at least three days. You can't really just hold a victim anywhere for days on end, so he most likely has access to a house of some kind. Not to mention he's fairly tech savvy. The fliers were made on a computer, and it's probable that he used a device to intercept Enid's phone call."

"Witnesses in Enid's neighborhood say they may have seen a white man putting up fliers, but none of them could describe him even with all the media attention this case has received."

"Great," an officer scoffs.

"Actually, what that tells us is that there is absolutely nothing remarkable about this man. He is exceedingly average," you state. "It extends to his professional life as well. He most likely works in a field where he doesn't stand out or doesn't really make a mark."

"His lack of distinction is part of his psychopathy," Hotch takes over. "We have hundreds of interactions with people every day. Most of those involve someone overlooking someone else. Most of us don't pay any attention to being ignored, but to this kind of unsub, each oversight is intentional. Especially when it comes from his object of sexual desire. He begins to obsess over her until she's all he can think about. And the rage builds until he has to attack that person."

"So, he's pissed off that nobody notices him?"

"The fliers aren't about the women," you blurt. "Have you seen me? That's what's written on the fliers. It's about him. The masks are about the women—The fliers probably refer to him."

"Removing his victims' faces transfers his feelings of being ignored into a mission and it gives him a sense of power," Spencer backs you up, "and the power can make him arrogant, but it doesn't make him notable."

"So how the hell do we catch an invisible man?" Yarbrough asks.

"I'm pretty sure we can get him to contact you."

"How?"

"Well, the crime scenes show he wants to deliver his message to the police. He isn't going to go public. Hopefully, by playing on his anger... JJ, how'd they get that?"

Everyone turns their attention to the TV where the news is playing. The anonymous masks are on display, as if someone leaked this to the media. Who could have done that? You thought Hotch wanted to keep this private, so who would go behind his back? Your eyes automatically flit to Rossi who doesn't have an ounce of guilt on his face.

"Not from me. I--Hotch, I called all the local police departments and I stressed withholding the mask," she stutters.

"I called them," Rossi says to prevent JJ getting yelled at. "I said the FBI thinks the masks mean he's impotent."

"Can I speak to you for a second?"

Hotch and Rossi go off to an empty room to talk, and everyone on the team is silent. Rossi isn't going to make it on this team if he continues to think he's the only one on it. You work as a team, and he doesn't seem to understand the meaning of the word.

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[hazel-of-sodor]

Guardian Ch.7 What We Leave Behind and Ch.8 Epilogue

Guardian

Other Stories

Ch.7 What we leave behind.

Samantha didn't wake until the following day, much to her alarm. Stephen had just rolled his eyes and pointed out there wasn't much she could do until Thomas was repaired. So she spent the morning sitting on the end of one of Thomas's water tanks, content to listen to Nicole trade barbs with Thomas from her perch on the other tank as they watched the workmen finish Emerald. While Samantha had been asleep, her cab had been fitted and a tender brought for her. The workmen were fitting on her side rods, and expected to test her once the rods were fit and she was painted. Emily was parked in front of her and the two sisters were happily chatting. The workmen had easily repaired Emily's buffers from their exposure, but had found it necessary to replace Thomas's buffer beam and part of his running board outright. Workmen were painting the new metal to match the old. Thomas had also convinced the painters to put lining on the front of his side tanks and on top of his splashers. Which Nicole was gleefully teasing him about.

The head painter walked over to Emerald, and waited patiently for the sisters to notice her. "Alright Emerald, we need you to choose what livery you want, if you don't want to be the same as Emily we have plenty of others to choose from."

"I don't have to stay green?" 

"They can paint you any color you want, "Emily assured her.

"Can I be Midland red with gold lining?" Emerald asked hesitantly.

"How did I know," Emily said wryly. 

Emerald blushed as Emily chuckled.

"Emerald always loved to watch the singles on the Midland," Emily explained to the bemused painter.

"There's nothing wrong with admiring another engine's paint," Emerald said quickly.

"Yes, because it was only the paint that had your attention," Emily teased.

"Either way you'll fit in," Emily said "two of them work on our branch and Dawn still wears that livery. Even if your name won't quite fit anymore" she said amusedly.

It took the rest of the day for Thomas to be fixed to Victor and Stephen's satisfactions. During that time Emerald had been painted in her chosen colors and had chosen a new name to match, Scarlett.

"All of our sisters and brothers had names starting with e and I hated it, " She'd explained. "Too many of our names sounded similar. Scarlett means my name still matches my paint, while sounding completely different."

Thomas was loaded onto a flatbed and shunted behind James to be taken back to Knapford with his evening goods, much to the red engines annoyance. James complained that Thomas was too heavy, while Thomas cheekily said he had gotten lazy and needed the exercise. The two could still be heard bickering as they left the yard.

Samantha and Nicole were watching them leave when the sound of gravel crunching alerted them to Stephen joining them.

"You know I've known those two my entire life," the young Hatt mused, "and still I can never tell if they like each other or annoy each other more."

Nicole snorted in dry amusement.

Samantha went to ask Stephen a question but hesitated, only for Stephen to notice anyway.

"Go ahead, I'm sure you have plenty of questions after your engine's latest misadventure."

Samantha hesitated for a second more, then , "You didn't seem surprised when we pulled her in. Is this something that happens often on the North Western?"

"More than the other regions, " Stephen said softly, " we're the last safe haven for unwanted engines, and somehow the spirits know that. It's still rare for most crews to encounter, but...."

   "But our engine is in the middle of it all," Samantha guessed.

Stephen was quiet for a long moment. "Not all phantoms are benevolent, back when I was a child, I was playing at Tidmouth one evening when one found me Just as the sunset. I'd tagged along with my grandfather that day to see the engines and my friends at Tidmouth. I was playing hide and seek with some of the local children in the unused sidings when it found me. The spirit of an engine that had been sent away by my grandfather, it blamed him for its fate and wanted revenge. Had Thomas not sensed its presence and put himself between us..." Stephen trailed off.

Nicole frowned, "He can sense them?"

"Yes and a good thing too. It had just backed me into an alleyway when Thomas arrived. The engine tried to go through him to get to me, but he held firm. It ended up knocking him off the rails and onto his side, but then Gordon arrived, having heard Thomas whistling for help. Phantom or not, few engines are a match for an angry Gresley. Afterwards, Grandfather took me aside and explained about Thomas and his role with those engines who can't pass on."

Stephen hesitated, obviously conflicted whether to tell them more.

"Is this why he introduced himself to Scarlet as Caomhnóir?" Samantha asked quietly.

Stephen’s gaze snapped to her quickly, his steely gaze assessing both of them, before saying bluntly, " I'm surprised he already trusted you enough to let you hear that, you've only been his crew for...." He shook his head, "never mind that."

He paused, "Robert informed you of the hidden engines?"

"He said that Thomas helped our other engines hide others from scrap."

Stephen snorted, looking down at the rails in front of them, " More like they helped him. While my family is rightfully proud of the engines we've saved, the number pales in comparison to the number our engines did, and he's the one in charge. I can't prove it and don't want to, plausible deniability and all that, but he's been hiding engines around the Island longer than my family has run the line. I expect he'll start taking you to check on some of them soon."

"So he doesn't trust us yet, not really," Nicole said dejectedly.

Stephen barked a short laugh," Robert was his driver for over fifty years, the one who drove Thomas to Sodor in the first place, and he didn't know where they all were. Thomas himself is the only soul who knows where they all are, even the other engines can only guess. By all accounts Thomas saw my grandfather as a father figure, but it was only when the man had mere weeks to live, that Thomas revealed that he'd saved the coffeepots he'd built.  Thomas firmly believes that no one else can reveal them all if nobody else knows in the first place. The fact he revealed that name to you means he already trusts you more than most crews who have worked with him."

"Why is a name so important?" Samantha asked in confusion.

"At some point something noticed your engine's efforts, and gave him the name as well as a solemn duty to guard those he saved as best he could. All engines recognize the name and help him where they can, but ultimately it is his fate and duty."

"Something?"

"The Lady."

Samantha and Nicole started laughing only to realize Stephen was completely serious.

"But Lady is only an old folktale! A myth made up by engines to explain bad luck!" Nicole spluttered.

"I've been a man of the church my whole life," Stephen said quietly, " but I assure you she's real. Whether she's an angel, the first engine to pass on, or something else entirely made by God to protect his metal children, I cannot say. She is their guardian of justice, luck, and virtue and Thomas is her chosen servant. She may send him or she may act through him, but he will always answer her call."

Samantha suddenly remembered Thomas's eyes and lamps glowing gold. "That's how he knew Scarlett could be saved."

"Mostly likely." Stephen turned to walk away but paused. "This will not be the last time you find something unknown while working with him but remember this, he takes his duty to you as seriously as his duty to other engines, and there's a reason she chose him to be Caomhnóir. Try to get some more rest before you return to Ffarquhar in the morning."

"What does it mean?" Nicole asked.   

Stephen looked towards the setting sun, "Guardian, Caomhnóir means Guardian."

Ch.8 Epilogue

Several months had passed and Scarlett had happily settled into her new home on the Kirk-ronan branch with Emily. It was a cool October night as Thomas raced along the coastal route of the Little Western Branch with a goods train, covering for Duck, who was undergoing overhaul.

Once again Thomas tensed, a sudden tautness in the running board alerting the crew to something wrong. This time when Thomas began to apply the brakes, Samantha worked with him to quickly stop the train. As they came to a stop, a deep puffing sound was heard, echoing off the cliffs around them.

The specter soon came into view puffing around the bend ahead of them before rolling to a stop with a physical clank as it gently buffered up to Thomas. The engine was massive, the same size and a similar shape as Gordon. But with eight smaller driving wheels. It was solid in a way Scarlett hadn't been, and it was clear it had been scrapped, as the cuts still glowed molten red, and flames still licked along its body.

"Dry rails and smooth running my friend, you have journeyed a long way to be here tonight."

[somuchbetterthanthat]

I'm wondering what would it even take for Emily to start caring about the fact she is not a good person. Does she know she's not a good person right now? Doubtful. She argues that she's not, and she gives all her reasons, but to me it's denial for the sake of appearances, which is Emily's whole thing (that's why she laughs when Nica tells her she could drop out of the Mayor's race, that people could like her for her - no, that's not what the people WANT) ; she grew up rich, most definitely entitled as heck, she went into business in college. I don't think Emily ever really dropped the appearances. She doesn't do it in the council for evil (and oh man, suddenly want to discuss the difference between Emily "of course we're not evil!" and Oliver's "er, yeah, we are" and how that might come from their different backgrounds--), and she doesn't do it in narration either, so not to herself.

Except. Except when it comes to Ethan. The over-the-top lovesickness is appearances still, but the love is genuine, even if at this point I think it's pretty clear both she and Ethan are in love with what they were in appearance too (or well, what the image is reflecting back on them now. Ethan with memories of when Emily was devoted to his projects, and Emily on the day of their wedding, the genuine joy of that single day, but i think it says so much that Emily fought for the image of that wedding, and then embraced it as a marketing ploy -- admitedly that her opposants were going to kind of use already --. She became the bride of Red Line. The wedding, probably a real moment of happiness, turned also into appareances).

Anyway, my point is, the only time she drops the veil is when Ethan hurts her - the day she shows up in the wedding dress at the beginning of s4, when Ethan COMES AND FUCKING ASK HER ABOUT REPROGRAMMED LIKE A ROBOT WHICH IS STILL THE WILDEST AND MOST HORRORY THING EVER - or when she admits, to Nica, how miserable it makes her that Ethan doesn't seem to care anymore. But all of that is still not enough to shake her off, to admit that she's doing horrible things, and I think it's cause... Well, when it comes to Ethan, she's mostly a victim (from what we've seen in the story so far). You could argue her worry about Wonderland and selling it was her big betrayal to her husband, but since then, Ethan has been nothing but awful to her. The only time he's nicer is to manipulate her or for his own interests.

So how to get her to realize and understand? Can she? Maybe with a push, and I don't think it'd be a kind push. I'm thinking - perhaps if she annoys the Narrator a day too much, and he forces her not to hide from her own deepest thoughts anymore? Or are we going to see her loose her mind and she'll never get the chance to perhaps try and do something - different, even if i don't expect her to become a good person in one season? (although. hey. I didn't guess they'd go there for Oliver, he did terrible things too, and what do you know, those last scenes made me fucking cry so). That would be a sort of tragedy, and not every villain is the sort to be ""reedemeed"" in some way.

... I hope we get to see her with Nica again, because if anyone can get through her, I assume it'll be her. But I think it would also be very good to see Emily with someone else entirely, someone unexpected, that gets to her long enough for her to start questioning, at least, if it's all worth it - maybe not change her morals, but at least shift her selfish interests away from hurting people so violently. I dunno.

[georgiapeach30513]

Asshole characters:

Chris as Pete when he’s drunkenly hitting on Emily’s Liza in PH was great. It was so accurately reminiscent of times when you’re out partying or drinking and your guy friend and or coworker whose normally kinda grimy when you’re sober then full on hits on you while he’s plastered. And when you shut him down he just goes my b and walks away and you never talk about it again 🤣 (blow to his ego and he’s def ashamed but he will never let you know)

I also thought back to how this is the same man who convincingly made “do you two fondue” a thing because his character didn’t know or understand fondue meant bread and cheese and not the nasty 😆.

He’s quite talented and quite versatile in his acting capabilities.

I know some ppl are gunna come on and make a snarky comment (we see you, lurker haters) but y’all! I’m here for celebrating what the man can do. More blogs like yours!

I also sometimes really wonder what ransom is doing. I felt like Rian Johnson maybe inadvertently created a very interesting character who I think deserved to do and get more. He wasn’t in much of the film until the second half but I hope in a future Knives Out we get a glimpse of post jail him and what that looks like. I wonder about his house and why it looks like a total bachelor party pad in the middle of the woods. I also sometimes feel a bit sorry for him because nobody in his family likes him and he still apparently joins their family events and they all just pile on him. Of course in the end he deserved all the hate, but in the beginning I kinda felt like they were all just harping on how terrible and worthless he was while he would just sit there and eat cookies. Was that just me? IDK lol

Asshole honorable mention: Johnny storm was IMHO the best part of those old fantastic four movies. He was so fun and silly and annoying and I loved the dynamics with Michael chiklis’ Thing. Those movies need more love because they were genuinely good and cheesy old fashioned 2000s fun. Again, seeing him go from that to Steve in a few short years was quite groundbreaking imo. I’ll never understand why he didn’t get more prestigious recognition for that - who else in comic book lore has been able to play such drastically different characters and nail both?

Hope you’re having a good day mod!

The guy friend hitting on you scenario was spot on. Yes, that’s exactly what it reminded me of. Not to mention that Chris made Pete somewhat sympathetic in just a few short moments. He actually is quite good at creating lovable asshole characters.

“Do you two fondue” 🥹 this makes me want to watch CATFA. I’m at home sick, and need comfort moments.

No, Chris has made movie choices that weren’t great. That’s a fact. But I will continue to point out that while he’s on screen he does demand your attention. Your eyes automatically go to him so you can see what he’s doing.

Ransom is a misunderstood character. There’s a reason he’s my second favorite. He’s got his issues, but you also kind of want him to win. I think Ransom wanted love an acceptance from him family. And I would love to see more about Ransom.

Johnny Storm is amazing!! I came really close to adding him on here. Johnny was the best part of those movies, and The Thing. I could watch a buddy cop movie with those two!

[jjtheresidentbaby]

you know how Derek blamed jj for Reid getting kidnapped by the unsub in s2, then Reid blaming jj and getting pissed at her for hiding the fact that Emily was alive in s7?

could you write one where both events made jj feel really guilty and regress? like she gets to a point where she’s anxious around her own team and thinks it’s her fault whenever something is wrong, practically waiting or expecting to be yelled at and blamed. she’s scared to make mistakes or stepping out of line. her confidence isn’t the same as it was. or how even when she’s regressed, she’s nervous around Derek and Reid and no one can understand why. She just keeps her head down, tries to make herself small and shies away quietly.

Jj is the sweetest and she works so hard but people just see her as this mean girl or the “mom” of the team and forget that she’s one of the youngest members and has gone through trauma that doesn’t get addressed much compared to others :/ she deserves to be taken care of too :(

Mess up | Jennifer Jareau x Tara Lewis

a/n.1: I hope you don’t mind me adding Tara in there, I’m thinking this takes place after those two events and Tara seems like the perfect character that Jj could relax around, she’s the one that wasn’t there for Jj’s ‘mistakes’

a/n.2: ANON I LOVE YOU, whoever you are, you are my pride and joy and I love you so fucking much!!! The concept is perfection, I would’ve never thought of this and I’m so happy you’re coming to me to have it written. I hope I did it justice <3 also your note at the end? Absolutely correct. Everyone brushes off Jj’s trauma and focus on Reid’s or Emily, just acting like Jj has to be the perfect mom friend instead of a human that makes mistakes

background: I made this a classification au so it’s easier for everyone to already understand and know about Jj’s regression

warnings: anxiety, crying, self-doubt

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Jj’s pretty sure the team has noticed it, she can’t blame them as she’s not trying to hide it per say, just distance herself. Make sure she’s not getting in the way or messing up like she has before, those times that haunt her and linger over her head.

She finds herself becoming quieter and more secluded to only working by herself or with Tara. She checks in with Hotch as much as she can, trying to ask questions without seeming annoying, giving little input into what the unsub might be doing or what might help the team track them down. Though she’d rather just tell Tara, share her ideas with her, let Tara do the talking.

“I’m so sorry- I’m sorry!” Jj rushes, she was so busy rambling to Lewis about the case that she completely walked into Reid. There’s tears welling in Jj’s eyes at the thought of him yelling at her again, she’d deserve it all the same as she did last time, but it still stings.

“It��s okay Jj, didn’t even knock me off balance.” Spencer brushes off with a smile but Jj shifts closer to Tara, almost looking for protection in the other agent.

“Jj? It’s okay, I’m not mad.” Spencer must pick up on the act as he drops his tone softer, going to put a hand on Jj’s shoulder but she’s all but hiding behind Tara in attempts of making this all stop.

“You okay?” Tara asks lowly, her brow creased in worry, stepping slightly more in front of the blonde to separate Reid and Jj.

“Mm! Just- just gonna go uh- use the bathroom.” Jj’s gone without another word.

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This goes on for a while, little moments like that piling up until Jj stops talking to anyone on the team but Tara all together.

She just- can’t- can’t risk them, put herself into a vulnerable state that might end in her team being mad at her, she doesn’t want that, she can’t handle it. Although Jj is convinced it’s all warranted, she’d still like to avoid the yelling sure to come.

Why wouldn’t they yell at her or be upset? She lied to Reid’s face about Emily, Derek blames her for Reid getting taken by that psycho and- and they’re right.

She can’t even find it in herself to not be paranoid around them when she’s supposed to be regressed. Not that regressing has been working, she’s been too pent up to fully regress like she normally does, never mind cuddling up to Morgan or Spencer.

She still finds herself clinging to Tara though, she has no idea that Jj is such a mess up. She’s never yelled or been angry at Jj, Lewis doesn’t even bat an eye if Jj stumbles over her words. She trusts Tara more than anyone right now, how can she not? All Tara’s ever done is assure Jj through things.

“Jj what do you think? Should we play another round?” Her eyes go wide at Derek’s question.

The whole team is at Rossi’s for the night with a game of rummy that’s been ongoing for quite a while, Jj’s yet to win, though she’s keeping it that way. It’s not like she deserves to win against any of the team, they should get the happiness and praise over her, not after she burned them so badly.

“Mm.” She hums, she’s found this works nicely when she doesn’t want to talk but needs to answer a question.

“Come on Jj, give us more than a hum.” Reid pokes a finger at her shoulder which has Jj shifting closer to Tara.

Is Reid mad at her? Should she have said yes? Oh god did she mess it up, again? She hadn’t meant to ruin anyones fun, she shouldn’t even be on the team at this rate. She’s ruining everything.

“Woah, Jj, honey what’s wrong?” Tara’s arm drapes around Jj’s back as soon as she’s stuffing herself into Tara’s side. The doctors rubs her hand in circles against Jj’s back in hopes to soothe the trembling state of her body.

“I’m sorry- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it, I swear I didn’t mean to, please don’t be mad- I’m so sorry.” She mutters barely above a whisper, Jj can feel herself slipping into her little space, she holds the back of Tara’s shirt tighter to maybe convey what’s going on.

“Sorry? Sweetheart you didn’t do anything, you’ve done nothing wrong.” Jj recognizes Tara’s tone as one she uses when she’s caring for someone, usually victims on cases, it still brings ease to Jj’s chest.

“But- but Reid and Der- and I-.” Tears roll down Jennifer’s cheeks when she pulls away from Tara’s side, letting Lewis cradle her cheeks in careful hands.

“Nobody is mad at you, you’ve done nothing wrong. Now please talk to us, I think the teams been a bit worried with how distant you’ve been.” Tara brushes the tears away, smiling at Jj when the blonde haired girl nods small.

“I- I messed it all up! I lied to Spence about Em and- and I should’ve never left him in that field! And Derek’s right to be mad at me- I- I don’t want to make anyone upset!” Tara’s mouth falls slightly ajar at Jj’s confession, she’s heard what has happened in the years prior to her arrival but never thought Jj was so affected.

“Oh darling, Shh, it’s okay. Listen to me very carefully, nobody is upset at you or mad about the past, they’re only worried about you. You’re an amazing agent and even better friend, you don’t have to be perfect all the time, it’s normal to make mistakes.” Jj’s eyes are big as she blinks at Tara, fresh tears seeping down that Lewis wipes away in seconds, she hates seeing Jj so upset under any circumstances but this hurts so much more.

“And Jj, I am not mad at you about you and Reid splitting up in that field, I was just stressed out that day and I regretted it as soon as I walked away.” Derek chimes in, his own eyes seeming glossy in the light.

“I know you had no choice about telling me about Prentiss, it’s okay, you don’t have to be scared of us, it’s okay. That’s all in the past now Jj, we don’t hold it against you.” Spencer’s hand rests on Jj’s shoulder, she’s still turned to face Tara but she doesn’t pull away from Reid.

“You’re not mad?” She sniffs.

“We’re not mad, we’re sorry that we stressed you out so much hun, that was never our intention. You’re our friend and we care about, we don’t like seeing you not act like yourself.” Derek speaks gently, smiling faintly when the blonde nods to him with a wipe of her eyes.

“Now, do you wanna play another round?” Jj nods to Tara, giggling when she leans to boop at Jj’s nose with a grin.

[shadowqueen402]

Quotes From The Rivals To Roy

These are the quotes that each rival would say to Roy, my oc's father.

😂 Selina Müller 😂

"Life's too short for anyone to sit around and be gloomy all day, so don't forget to smile every now and then! Roy, hearing you laugh at my jokes… it makes me the happiest."

🥰 Jasmine Clark 🥰

"Oh my…something seems to be troubling you. Would you like to talk about it? If you ever need someone to listen, I'm always here for you."

⚽️ Emilie Gibson ⚽️

"Nobody in the Sports Club ever says no to a challenge! Come on, let's get started right away! Roy, would you like to go on a run together? You know, just the two of us?

🥣 Isobel Fraser 🥣

"Roy, you're just in time. I baked cupcakes, would you like one? Y-You know, Roy… I wouldn't mind cooking for you everyday…"

🌸 Hanako Ikeda 🌸

"We're about to start planting flowers… W-Would you like to join us? I can't stop thinking about that boy… I-I think I-I love him…more than gardening…"

📚 Meera Patil 📚

"Do you need some help with a certain subject? I am more than eager to make sure your grades are brought up. This might be so sudden, but I would be happy if I became your "special tutor"…"

😠 Daisy Scott 😠

"Did you oversleep again!? You're bloody annoying, you know that!? D-Don't get the wrong idea, okay!? I-It's not like…I like you or anything, dummy…"

🎭 Francesca Ricci 🎭

"As the leader of this club, it is natural that I should get the main role. I deserve it more than anyone else. Roy, I'm about to play Beauty. Would you be my Beast?"

🎤 Caroline Sommer 🎤

"Glad you came! Ready to see the performance of your lifetime? Roy, I hope you can hear me sing today… This song I wrote is just for you…"

🎨 Valentina Perez 🎨

"Wow! You have such amazing talent when it comes to Art! You'd be surprised by what you can do with all of those colors! Roy, you filled my world with such color… I'd say that you're the finest work of art…"

🌙 Abigail Murray 🌙

"Welcome back, Roy. How was your weekend? I do hope you're feeling better. Later on, would you like to go to the park with me? Just so we can spend time together?"

🥋 Kayla Robertson 🥋

"It's extremely important to know how to defend yourself! Ready for a sparring lesson? Roy, I can't bear to think of anything terrible happening to you…I hope these lessons come in handy…"

💰Sasha Ivanova 💰

"My top priority is to put a stop to anyone who poses a threat to Edinburgh Secondary School! Roy, I think someone may be stalking you…but don't worry, I'll keep you safe!"

📸 Esme Montgomery 📸

"Smile for the camera! You'll look so good in your yearbook photo. From the moment we met, I have a new reason to smile…"