#I feel like this is maybe still my favorite dr art even though they kind of ugly . still my kids
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Spoiler ahead for the CN livestream, so chapter 14 stuff and brief IS5 mention (also anime season 3 confirmed now). Do not keep reading to avoid spoilers. Just some of my early thoughts. Stream of conciousness, not having thought things through much kind of thing. Kind of just rambling. But tl;dr is that I am excited and it looks good to me.
So, they keep using Civilight Etherna to describe "Theresa" and even outright ask "is she really Theresa?" in the live stream, so no its not a full on resurrection... so from a certain point of view, I was right.
Her kit seems super good, she a bard also the freebie operator. Since I do not have Skalter this is good news for me. Big buffs, can do true damage... is neat.
Logos is... outright busted. His S1 is insanely good AFK skill which can just auto kill weaker enemies who enters his range, not even an attack and his S2 seems fine, his S3 is also insane. Depending on the numbers he might outperform Eyja but we´ll see, that is always the test is it not?
Amiya gets to be an incantation medic, with an outright busted talent (passive health regen on skill, off and on skill gives max HP boosts, this applies to all operators for both it seems?) and a pretty good looking S1 (attacks two enemies, bonus damage) and an amazing S2 with a big burst of damage at first, then slow and true damage with targeting two enemies and.... once per mission... again.
Its... fine, I´m not salty....
Anyway, the big star, is limited (I had hoped she would be freebie since her original was limited but oh well) Walter.... or, W has now picked a name for herself, we will have to learn the context in chapter 14, Wis´adel (she has a different S but my keyboard lacks it, it is pronouched as a "sh" sound though). Wis´adel is a flinger sniper who makes all other flingers irelevant and is absolutely busted. Because I am a big W fan (depending on the day it is either her or Kal´tsit who is my second favorite operator) and flingers were in a really bad spot I am kind of ok with this but I still prefer they do not just blatantly directly power creep operators or go too far on insane damage numbers. Her damage seems... a bit too high in my opinion, but because I love her as a character and am excited for her story going forward and her kit seems fun, just really overtuned, I will be pulling. And I guess Degenbrecher and Mlynar already brought us up to this insane damage level so I should not be surprised. Power creep is something I have kept up in many many games I play and there are times where a later power crept state was my favorite period of the game so I will not go and get too hung up on the power creep.
Also, I was right to take notice of the floating black crown parts I think cause it is even more prominent now. Bunch of story related stuff here but I wanna wait with talking about that until I have sorted my thoughts and maybe even read chapter 14.
On that note, story for chapter 14 has me INCREDIBLY hyped. 13 was my favorite chapter, dethroning chapter 8. And I really wanna know what they are cooking next!
Also IS5 has a Kal´tsit boss... she wields a sword!!!! (There are some interesting stuff about Kal and weapons that comes up occasionally, this is in the past it seems so maybe we find out what the deal is?)
I do think its a kind of bad decision to make IS5 sarkaz themed though, I like the sarkaz stuff but I feel IS is best used for parts of the world not explored in as much depth elsewhere. (I think it works with IS3 doing something explored a lot elsewhere but I kinda do not want them to keep doing that).
But back to positive stuff the character designs are great. Wis´adel design has really grown on me, I think its a huge downgrade from what she wore before but it feels like it fits her so I am fine with that. Amiya has improved her fashion sense, at first I was sad at no more big coat/cape but that turned out to just be cause the blurry art... she went for a long coat instead of big coat that was actually a normal coat but just too big for her. So it still is something actually made to fit her but still retains the big coat look to some extent.
Civilight Etherna boobs seem bigger then Theresa´s(?)
Is it to contain the myriad souls? Deep lore implications about this at least!
Logos uniform is good but like, so are all Rhodes uniforms. I do not feel it is exceptionally good for a Rhodes uniform but it suits him.
Oh and also we see Wis´adel studying in one of the PVs, Hoederer must be so proud she is finally taking her education seriously~!
Lastly on addressing the name situation... I will keep using W until chapter 14 is out on global to avoid spoiling people, after that I will probably switch to using her new name. Names are a very important thing especially when you pick them yourself.
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The lack of caring about myself that comes with ASPD and overall aversion to responsibility and hard/long term tasks and effort makes me really indifferent/averse towards getting some form of treatment and bettering myself
I know that’s probably bad but I just do not care enough, even though I know my symptoms are actively ruining my life and cause me to be suicidal.
I don’t know how to explain that to drs without it being an eye roll or coming across as “lazy”
I don’t know how other pwASPD find the motivation in them to do all that (I don’t mean that in a negative tone but just genuinely can’t wrap my head around how).
This is totally valid, but you deserve help and you are worth the effort of getting it.
I always try to look at any appointments like this in one step at a time, so rather than think of therapy as a large process, I see it as just the upcoming session. It helps to remember if it isn't helping, you can try to get another therapist.
Another major thing might be making your brand of "getting help" something fun. Talk therapy is not the only kind that exists. There are many, many different more "obscure" kinds of therapy and chances are that if you can get talk therapy covered by your insurance, you can probably get a different type of therapy covered too because many are billed under a single psychotherapy code.
There are literally too many types to list but a favorite I've seen is various therapies involving animals for people who like animals (including dog, equine, cat, even farm animals like goats and chickens), chess therapy for those who like puzzles (common in ASPD), play therapy for those who find themselves most at ease doing "childish" things, music and art therapy (listen to me you do NOT have to be "good" you just have to be engaged with it), and so many more. There is a very low chance of there being no type of therapy that you would actually look forward to going to, even if it's "ugh I gotta go heal myself BUT I get to play board games and barbies for an hour and no one can judge me".
I have heard of probably hundreds or thousands of reasons to go to get help, and depending on if you have insurance/how good it is, you can think of it as a way to stick it to your employer or whatever massive corporation does your insurance.
If you get help purely out of spite against all the elitists who say pwASPD aren't capable of choosing to get help, then that is great and I'm proud of you. I really mean that.
And if you just can't right now, don't force it, but don't write off the possibility, at least. Even if the only thing you can manage to do is reframe your self-talk from "I can't be bothered to get help" to "I can't be bothered to get help yet", that's still such a good step towards one day being able to.
Hell, even just reading how other pwASPD on tumblr cope is a step that can really help you, so if professional help is just not something you can or will do, maybe that would be easier?
I believe in you. You can do hard things, and you deserve to look out for #1 (you). You deserve to feel better, and one day, I really, really hope you get to that point. For now, meet yourself where you're at.
#aspd-culture-is#aspd culture is#aspd culture#actually aspd#aspd#aspd awareness#actually antisocial#antisocial personality disorder#aspd traits#anons welcome
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Hi! I hope you're having a good day/night! Can I please request a matchup for Slashers and Disney Villains? And maybe Stranger Things, if you want to? If not it's totally okay! I'm 18, bisexual, and my pronouns are she/they. Probably not necessary but I'm plus sized too lol. My personality changes a lot, but for the most part I'm shy, creative, and passionate, but I can be aggressive sometimes because of some slight anger issues. I'm very artistic and love all forms of art, and I have things I'm very passionate about. I am really sleepy almost all the time though so that's a big part of my personality. I'm introverted for the most part but I still love to spend time with my friends and I love to make my friends happy. But the darker sides of my personality include extreme anxiety, overthinking, and worry. My interests include witchcraft, music (I play the electric bass and several percussion instruments, and my favorite genres are metal and pop), theater, and movies/TV shows of all kinds. I love drawing, painting, and writing to express myself. I also like all things spooky because I love Halloween lol. I also love cute stuff like stuffed animals. Thank you so much if you choose to do this!! Have a good day! 💛
hope you like it💜 have a good day too!
Your matchup for Slashers is... Stu Macher!
Great that you love Halloween and all things spooky because with this man you will probably have horror marathon everyday. Maybe not the way you wanted
He's very impressed by the fact you can play several instruments. He tried to learn playing percussion once but he quickly got bored. Stu isn't the most patient and persistent person.
Stu doesn't mind your anger issues. He spends most of his time with Billy so he definitely got used to handling slight aggression.
You have a bit different approach to people, I mean Stu is a total party animal and he's extroverted for both of you so you can quickly get tired of meeting with all his friends. Fortunately, he understands that you need less social interactions and doesn't pressure you into coming to parties with him. Stu often will gave a party to spend a few more hours only with you, ordering take-out and watching tv or going to cinema.
He's rich so Stu absolutely spoils you. Your whole bed is full of stuffed animals he bought you but of course it isn't the only thing he buys for you. Clothes, books, CDs, tickets to the cinema or for concert - whatever you dream about, you have it.
Your matchup from Disney villains is... Dr Facilier!
Your relationship could start with shared interest in witchcraft and it's one of the things you often talk about, telling each other whenever you learn something new. If you're interested, dr Facilier can teach you voodoo too. (After some time you become New Orlean's magic power couple)
He appreciates the fact that you express yourself through art, if you agree, he hangs some of your drawings around the house so he can look at them whenever he wants.
Dr Facilier is incredibly empatethic and he quickly notices every time you're worried or your anxiety gets worse. He was a way with words so he comforts you a bit. I guess he tries to made some kind of amulet to help you.
Your matchup from Stranger Things is... Alexei!
He's great in comforting you whenever you feel down and start overthinking. Even when he's just by your side, it soothes your anxiety.
When your sleepy, Alexei always brings you a blanket and if there's a place, he likes to lay beside you. Sometimes he will take a nap too, sometimes he just wants to cuddle.
Alexei never celebrated Halloween so when you explained to him what it is, he got overexcited. He's gonna become one of these people who wake up on 1st October and are like "omg it's halloween". He spends whole month planning your costumes (you have matching ones of course), buying decorations for Halloween and carving pumpkins (there's high probability that you will spend October eating every possible meal made of pumpkin). Horror movies are the only thing that Alexei doesn't like very much - or maybe not that he doesn't like them, he's just afraid of them. So when you're watching one, he always hugs you for comfort and he often covers his eyes.
Speaking of movies and TV, he loves to spend time just sitting with you on the couch and watching them. No matter the genre, he enjoy everything especially that your discussions and comments make every show 10x better.
#alexei smirnoff#Alexei smirnoff x reader#Dr Facilier#Dr Facilier x reader#Stu macher#Stu macher x reader
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anesthetize
Lucy tells Dr. O’Reilly that if she could anesthetize her memories, she would.
“And it’s not that I want them to go away,” she says. “I don’t … I don’t want to forget anything. I just want to forget how they make me feel.”
“Which memories?” Dr. O’Reilly asks. “And how do they make you feel?”
Lucy sighs. She’s tired of answering obvious questions. More than that, she’s tired of the way Dr. O’Reilly always asks obvious questions – the kinds of things Lucy was obviously going to discuss without having to be prompted first.
“I keep going back to the first time Sam and I ever talked,” she says. “And I don’t mean the first time he ever asked me how to add one and three, or when I asked him if he was in line for the drinking fountain after art class. Though I guess it’s kind of funny that I remember that stuff.”
“Is it?”
Lucy almost rolls her eyes.
“I don’t know,” she says. “I said ‘I guess’ for a reason. Do you not understand what it means to convey uncertainty through understatement?”
“I think I understand you’re underestimating my intelligence.”
And with that, Lucy almost smiles.
“Kind of clever there,” she says. “Anyway, I don’t … I’m not surprised I remember all those early moments, getting to know Sam. I never … a lot of girls looked at him like he was their very own Paul McCartney or something, but I never saw him that way. I never felt that way about Sam, not even when I was little.”
“So, what drew you to him, then?”
Lucy sighs. She can feel herself almost grinning at the image of six-year-old Sam in his pale yellow uniform shirt, and she can’t believe they ever stopped being so small … any of them.
“I could tell that he was smart,” she says. “The real kind of smart, too, not just the kind that gets good grades. The kind of smart that was going to make a difference in somebody’s life, somebody’s world. I always … I always thought maybe he had me beat in that way. Though I was sure to never let him know it. Not a chance.”
She thinks she can see Dr. O’Reilly smiling, too.
“Anyway, I keep going back to this one time, second week of school, first grade,” Lucy says. “Back in first grade, gym class wasn’t split up between boys and girls. We had it all together. Our teacher had us doing this ridiculous obstacle course, and Sam and I weren’t even trying. We hung back, kinda like my daughters did whenever they had to run a mile in their gym classes.”
“My sister’s the same way,” Dr. O’Reilly laughs. “She wears this Elmo hoodie to gym class everyday. She thinks it keeps people from bothering her.”
“I’ll bet it works. Anyway, Sam and I weren’t trying, but we were talking to each other. Like for real. I think I had a conversation with Sam before I had a conversation with anyone else in our desk clump. Even before Sadie. Even before Will.”
“And what did you talk about?”
“He asked me what I did to get so smart. I told him I paid a lot of attention to my parents’ doctoral classes at Yale. I also told him they encouraged me to speak when I was less than one, and they encouraged me to read before I turned two.”
“Did you really use the verb encourage?”
“Of course I did. From where I sat, Sam was the smartest kid in class. He knew all the words to ‘Happiness Is a Warm Gun,’ which I knew from listening to him sing it when we were supposed to have silent reading time. If there was anybody in the room I needed to impress, it was Sam.”
Dr. O’Reilly has that knowing look in her eyes – the one that makes Lucy feel like she’s never known anything about herself or the world.
“What happened next?” she asks.
“What do you mean?” Lucy says. “Sam and I talked. He told me how much he liked The Beatles. He said his favorite song was ‘You Won’t See Me’ because nobody really talked about it, but he was open to changing his favorite at any time. I told him my favorite was ‘Things We Said Today,’ and I was pretty sure that wouldn’t change.”
“And did it?”
Lucy grins, but she’s not quite sure why.
“No,” she says. “It’s still my favorite. I wonder how much of that has to do with what I said to Sam. about it that day.”
“Me too,” Dr. O’Reilly says. “Did Sam invite you to do anything after that?”
“He asked me if I wanted to sit with him and his friends at lunch the next day,” Lucy says. “I told him I wasn’t sure, but as soon as he busted out that bag of M&M’s in class the next morning, I knew what I had to do. I knew … well, you know.”
“I’m not sure I do. Tell me, Lucy. When you and Sam first talked … when he asked you to join the rest of his friends for lunch at school the next day … how did that make you feel? Do you remember?”
Lucy nods.
“Of course I remember,” she says hotly. “I remember everything. It’s not hard.”
“How did it make you feel?”
Lucy sighs and folds her hands in the lap of her pretty red dress.
“It made me feel understood,” she says. “It made me feel … like for the first time in my whole six and a half years of life, someone other than my parents understood who I was. When I was in kindergarten back in Connecticut, I saw all these girls match up with their ‘best friends.’ I was never one of them. But when Sam started to talk to me … he looked me in the eye, and he knew what I meant. He never stopped knowing what I meant. And because he knew what I meant, so did Sadie. And so did Daniel. And so did … Oh, God, so did Will. I wouldn’t … I wouldn’t have shit if Sam hadn’t taken a chance on me. And I’m not even allowed to tell anybody I still miss him. I’m not even allowed to tell anybody I cried in the hospital bathroom that night he died.”
“Why is it a bad thing that you cried for him?” Dr. O’Reilly asks. “Why is it a bad thing to miss him, if he’s the first person who made you feel understood?”
“Because if Sam meant that much to me, you can’t even believe how much he meant to my husband – to our friends,” Lucy says. “He and Will had been best friends since they could hold their heads up on their own. Sadie was his twin. Daniel was his brother-in-law. Where did that leave me? The best friend’s wife, the twin sister’s best friend. Sam and I … we might have been close, but it wasn’t the same as it was with all of them. I don’t want them to think I’m blowing it out of proportion. I don’t have as much of a right to be sad as they do.”
Dr. O’Reilly sighs.
“Lucy, that’s not how grief works,” she says. “You can’t expect to move through it if you won’t let yourself acknowledge it’s there.”
“It’s been almost five years. If I acknowledged it now, I’d just be … I just can’t do that. It would set everybody back. Inefficient.”
“Grief is efficient. You can’t expect the machine to work without a few inspections, especially after a trauma. You know that.”
Lucy feels herself turning a deep red. She doesn’t even care. Not now.
“If I hadn’t met him … if I hadn’t ever known him, I would have a completely different life right now,” she says. “If I hadn’t met Sam … I think I’d always feel like I was speaking some strange robot language no one else can hear.”
The tears begin to sting the back of her eyes. She tries to roll them out, but it doesn’t work. It just burns.
“I never thanked him in the right way,” Lucy says. “So, just … give me whatever you can to make it numb, or send me to the people who can. I should be over this, but I … just don’t make me feel like this anymore. Just make it so that I don’t think about it anymore. Please. Please. Please.”
She doesn’t realize how hard she’s crying until she’s gasping in the chair.
(part of @nosebleedclub july challenge -- day xxii. yes, i know it’s nearly september. yes, i know this entry is particularly long. i am beyond the point of caring!)
#drabble#writeblr#ch: lucy callaghan#ch: sam doyle#ch: tracy o'reilly#dynamic: friends of distinction#year: 2007#year: 1973
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Just wanting to say im really happy to see this blog come back to life. It’s one of the only blogs that feel genuine to Teru’s character, and the only other blog I followed that was like this got deactivated a long time ago. I respect their wishes of course, I just would be lying if I said it didn’t still make me sad to think about.
I’m not apart of the fandom anymore myself, but I do like to check in now and then. :] so hello to you again, both Teru and admin! Hope you’re both doing okay.
[ I really appreciate hearing that 🥹 I know that I haven’t been around like I was back in my heyday, and sadly I feel as though I’ll never have the same kind of time and energy that I used to, but it still means a lot to know that something I did was enjoyed enough to be missed. Which, in retrospect sounds a little depressing or self depreciating to say, but I think I’ve mentioned at some point a while back that I never actually knew if anything would come of running this blog. Teruteru’s always been my favorite, but he’s of course not a fan favorite, and I started at a time where V3 was most talks about due to still being fairly new. There were probably a good 100+ blogs that I knew of, and I’d never actually run a blog before. I’d wanted to ever since I was probably 13, but the norm at that point was to answer each individual ask with a new piece of art, and my art wasn’t very good, and I had no access to a means of making digital art either, which as also the norm. DR having its own sprites really opened the door for me to even feel like I could try, and it meant a lot to actually get asks and interaction.
In those early days, I had fully tried to prepare myself for the possibility of it being a resounding failure, never garnering any interest whatsoever, and having to sweep it under the rug and pretend like it wouldn’t have hurt my feelings. Instead, however, I spoke with a lot of highly talented, kind individuals, and was allowed to thrive in a space I’d always wanted to be in. Being able to have this source of fun to turn to really got me through some rough points, and I’ll always be grateful for that.
The blogs that inspired me to start have long since gone, and several that I enjoyed down the line are gone too. Truth be told, I have no idea anymore as to how many are actually left, or if new ones still are created with any kind of regularity anymore, but I hope there are. The landscape isn’t as active and easy as it used to be, but I hope there are still people taking a chance on it and finding joy.
This wasn’t really meant to devolve into me getting nostalgic, so I hope you don’t mind. I believe I got a notification within the last few months of it being this blog’s fifth anniversary, so it’s hard not to reflect a little. My life is in a significantly different state than it was back then, in some ways for the better and in others for the significantly worse, so it just feels different coming back to it. I’d never delete it outright, especially not without saying anything, but there have been plenty of times when I’ve had myself convinced that I can’t come back to it because it’d been too long, maybe no one would care anymore, maybe I should’ve moved on by now, but then there’s always kind people like you who remind me that time has made me missed rather than forgotten, and that I don’t have to feel bad for not outgrowing an interest of mine.
I truly do appreciate you taking the time to send the kind words, so thank you very much! 🥰]
#asks#mod pantsu#[I may have outgrown that name though lmao#[I feel like I talk like I’m 80 and on my deathbed]#[let grampy tell you all about their DR ask blog]#[back when the spicy pictures used to be on the tumblr]#[me talking also makes me reconsider coming back because I listen to myself and go oof but]#[it’s already typed up and who am I to sacrifice authenticity to stop from being cringe]#[that’s part of the job title]
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My Boyfriends’ Ex-Partners Deserve to be Happy
So this may be weird for some people, so bear with me. It’s 4 am, and I’m on my first coffee as my boyfriend (secret fiance) is sound asleep before I have to wake the grouchy man up for work at 6. I haven’t been able to sleep because my throat is screaming at me for no reason. Great, it’s one of those days.
I sit at my desktop and browse through Facebook with classical music humming in the background. (Off-topic, but Nocturne by Frederic Chopin will forever be a favorite of mine.). I get a lingering thought coming to the front of my mind.
“Check his ex’s accounts.”
Why? I have absolutely no idea. But because I’m a weak-minded individual, I do it. We start with the most recent.
Let’s call her Apricot. It turns out Apricot is now in a new relationship. Soldier (my partner) was meant to meet back up with Apricot the day we met, and it turns out she blew him off for a date with this new current partner. Now, if that isn’t funny, I don’t know what is. She seems happy, and honestly, I’m delighted for her. I’ve held this very random bitterness towards her since I met Soldier. Maybe it’s because she’s pretty or artistic like me, or perhaps it’s just because if she didn’t cancel that day, I would never have met my soulmate. Whatever the answer, it has lessened now. For once, I am seeing her as a human-made me feel better about her. She seems like such a sweet soul and the kind of person I would go up to in an art gallery or museum and compliment her clothing.
The next was Victory. From what I’ve been told from Soldier, Victory wasn’t treated right by him. They met in a time of discourse (possibly including illegal substances, but I shan’t confirm nor deny anything). Hence, their foundations were highly rocky from the beginning. From what I was told about her, seeing her now makes her unrecognizable. This woman with her life together. A boyfriend who constantly takes her out on adventures, and the most amazing pair of glasses I have ever seen. This woman has gone from the wreck I have been told about many times before to a strong and well-off woman with the world at her fingertips. If Victory, for whatever reason, comes across this post and somehow knows this is about her, well done. And I’m sorry for the way the Soldier treated you. He has grown into a much better person, but I wish you could’ve gotten that when it was your turn. You deserve the best, which I’m glad you’ve found.
The third person is Lady J. Lady J was horrible to Solder. TL; DR is that she broke his heart by cheating on him and is who kickstarted his chaotic era he has (thankfully) fully recovered from now. I didn’t go into her page with much optimism. I think I was bargaining on her doing badly, that maybe she would be suffering some tragic storyline or something. This was a selfish thought for me, and I should know better than to pass judgments like that on people. However, I’ve found out she is in a long-term relationship with someone. She seems to have improved and has become very successful in her career path and relationship goals. Good on her. I still reserve full judgment on Lady J because of how much she put Soldier through. However, he has had his fair share of inhumanity, so it’s unfair to label her evil when he has been very much the same.
Lastly, we have Lilac. Now Lilac wasn’t an ex, but a fling from the summer me and Soldier met. I still see her as a threat even though I do not need to. She has the most beautiful cotton candy pink hair I have ever seen. It makes me envious (even if my hair is the same color.) She resembles a Disney princess mixed with a gothic fairy. She is the kind of girl I would date myself. Maybe that’s why I’m threatened? Because I can see her appeal? Who knows? Lilac is “single and proud,” as her bio states, so good on her for that. She has this aura of unwavering optimism that I envy greatly, but I won’t hold that against her. My envy in no way discredits her achievement of peace.
Overall, I’m glad these women are living their best lives. This early morning peak in their lives has made me appreciate how human they are. I used to see only faceless bodies when I thought about them. But now I can see them: their smiles, their imperfections, and their radiant positivity. I’m glad I belong in the same category as these women. And I hope they would be proud to be in the same category as me.
#random rant#long reads#glimpse#true stuff#blog post#pink blog#military#military wife#anon#anonymous#lovely anon#ex girlfriend#tea time
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WARLOCK #1-4 limited series
Grade: A
Marvel Comics | Cover dates Nov 2004-Feb2005
I originally bought this series as it was released. I liked Adam Warlock a lot, I liked cover artist J.H. Williams a lot, but Marvel was in an... interesting place in 2004. The progress of Morrison's X-Men was being unwound by Joss Whedon and Chuck Austen. Bendis was one month into disassembling the Avengers. Ultimate Spider-Man was humming along, but the rest of the Ultimate line seemed like its best days were already behind it. Even though WARLOCK #1 was joined on the stands in September by new #1 issues for Black Widow, Elektra, Gambit, Jubilee, and Madrox, there was one book that loomed large over the rest of these...
STRANGE #1
This was not an Ultimate book, but it was a big deal at the time because big deal writer J Michael Straczynski was writing it, and it was supposedly a "soft-reboot" or "do-over" of Dr Strange's origin. And that was something people seemed to want to see.
Soft reboots are not my favorite concept, and if someone in 2004 asked me my opinion on JMS? I would have pointed them to the Amazing Spider-Man arc SINS PAST that was on the stands and decline to speak on it further; some of my best friends are JMS fans.
I only bring it up because in 2004 I was foolish and reckless enough to let the stink of STRANGE #1 misinform my opinion of WARLOCK #1. It looked like a reboot to me, and I didn't read any more until after the fourth issue came out. This was a massive mistake.
Marvel describes the series like this:
In a world on the brink, human kind time is running out—but deep in the jungles of South America, a solution is being forged! A solution that will bring about a grand, new utopia... and that solution is Adam Warlock!
Here are the first three pages. I mean... it kinda feels like a reboot, doesn't it?
It's not though; it's not a reboot.
HOW is it not a reboot? I'm not telling. But I am telling you to read these issues if you have a chance. You WILL need to read all four issues for the payoff, so keep that on mind.
I reread all four issues lately and was blown away all over again.
This series is recommended for literally anyone interested in superhero comics. Pak's script works nicely, the plot is the kind of plot you should just experience rather than have spoiled in a review, and Adlard's art and storytelling has a vague Rick Leonardi vibe that I appreciate. The story sets up a potential sequel (that I don't believe we ever got to see) but is self-contained. You don't need to have read or even heard of Adam Warlock to enjoy this comic. And if you know and like Adam Warlock? Maybe you saw the preview pages above and thought "the Soul Gem on his forehead isn't a diamond! What a sad lack of detail and continuity!" you'll just have to believe me: This doesn't change, ruin, or alter anything.
WARLOCK #1-4 is definitely worth the time. It is definitely worth what I paid (wholesale in 2004), and is definitely re-readable, and I would love to see Greg Pak get a chance at a sequel.
Rereading it really took me back to 2004, to the point I thought I'd offer some annotations for just that first panel.
Page 1, panel 1
Caption 1: WARLOCK was originally set in an undefined near future. How do we know? Panel 1 mentions "troops slain" and "total killed in action." This is referring to something that was on the news DAILY in 2004: the number of American troops killed Iraq. We didn't get past 3,039 until the year 2007.
Page 1, panel 1
Caption 2: Venice is indeed still sinking and does get evacuated.
Caption 3: Threat level orange for air quality is a real thing.
And I looked up this comforting verse to save you the trouble:
Physical copies of these books might be hard to find, but they shouldn't be too expensive if you can find them. Keep an eye out; they're worth it!
Otherwise, all four of these issues (and plenty of others!) are on Marvel Unlimited, and available to purchase digitally from Marvel as well. ⚡️
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FGO for the fandom thing!
The first character I first fell in love with:
Marie Antoinette! Orleans may not be the best story chapter, but she won me over with her sweet and peppy demeanor. And then I summoned her with the quartz I won for completing Orleans and it was... fate (/grand order) :')
The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:
Oberon. I knew he had a pretty design and became an edgy bug dude and thought that was cool enough, but... man. LB6 good. I immediately bought the plush version of his smol form after finishing it (no clue when he'll get here though! serves me right for cheap shipping lmao).
The character everyone else loves that I don’t:
Dr. Roman. He's... fine, I guess, but dudes who are obsessed with idols are just annoying to me, even if that idol is just catfishing him. (Also I never quite forgave him for misgendering Da Vinci early in the game, but I have a feeling that was more wonky translation than intentional on the character's part)
The character I love that everyone else hates:
60% of FGO forums will respond to any post about Jekyll with 'well he's useless, just burn him' and YEAH maybe he is but you don't have all the facts (which is that no one has read Prototype Fragments and knows that he's the kind of guy who thinks automatic doors and plastic wrap is really cool)
The character I used to love but don’t any longer:
Lancelot went from 'my favorite Saber' to 'he's fine I guess'! Nothing wrong with his character, mostly that I don't like his art that much and I'm sad that he doesn't have his lovely long hair from Fate/Zero. He's a great character to use still but I have... a bunch... of single target arts sabers...
The character I would totally smooch:
Kiss Moriarty on the cheek like he's my terrible grandpa!!! Also Hajime or Hokusai, they're both dateable.
The character I’d want to be like:
Artoria! I just want to be a fancy pretty knight...
The character I’d slap:
Chloe. Just burn her. Hate this weirdly horny child who is like "Mmmm I wanna kiss the other ten year old girls ;)" in her interlude. Her summer version could have a buff that makes Jekyll do a hundred million damage per second and I'd still burn her on sight.
A pairing that I love:
Marie Antoinette x Kijyo Koyo is my crackship from the Requiem event but like... they're cute!
A pairing that I despise:
I don't HATE it, but I think Nightingale and Asclepius are way funnier as platonic weird doctor friends than a pairing.
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Album of the Week #31
The Battle at Garden’s Gate
(2021)
by Greta Van Fleet
Overall Rating: 7.5/10
TL;DR: Powerful, ethereal, intricate, and way too long.
(Simple. Art Deco. 10/10)
Greta Van Fleet is one of the reasons I started this blog. I generally started it out of anger towards other music reviewers for being condescending and pretentious which drives me crazy because I really doubt you could make a better song. Everyone listens to music and to make your review with big words you barely use correctly and a hoity toity attitude clearly shows you’re compensating for something.
Rant aside, Greta Van Fleet is very maligned by music critics because they’re either just copying classic rock (hey white classic rock, weren’t you often just stealing music from black groups who came before you?), or they’re not copying it well enough and getting too creative. They seem to be a group that old guys whole write reviews love to hate and I for one am sick of it.
Overall Thoughts
Okay saying all that do I think that Greta Van Fleet is the greatest rock group ever? No! But are they really good and just maligned for being young? Yes! I will say that their first album didn’t sound super original (barely any popular music is which isn’t a problem because that’s just how music works) but in this one they found their sound. While you can hear similarities between what they are doing and 70s classic rock, this is very much its own thing, with really cool instrumentation choices and producing that sounds incredible.
My main gripe with the album was that all the songs were just so dang long for no reason. Maybe Tiktok and pop music has fried my brain to the point that I sigh at seeing 5 minute songs but sometimes they are really not necessary. There are classic rock songs that are like 7 minutes but they are doing something in that time. They are changing, telling a story, taking you on a journey, and in none of these long songs did I feel any of that. It was just repetition to fill time, maybe because their predecessors made long songs they felt they had to do it. Hey guess what, you don’t. While pretty much all the songs did this, “Broken Bells” and “The Barbarians” were the biggest culprits.
Another problem with these long songs is that if you don’t have a good riff in them I just have nothing to latch on there and my brain is just gonna let the song go by. “My Way, Soon” and “Caravel” both stuck out for this reason, although I still often got lost in the mass of electric guitar. I think that the group does a great job of writing each song with a kind of atmosphere in mind, and using an array of instruments to get it across. There’s organ throughout the album(!!!) sometimes conveying sadness and nostolgia, other times power, and there are frequently ethereal interludes of acapella “aaaahhhs” that are so amazing (“The Barbarians” “Trip the Light Fantastic”). There even if a killer cello bassline in “Broken Bells” which I particularly loved because I feel like whenever strings are in a song they just act as background and never something central.
The voice kinda got old after a while though :/. It made a lot of the songs fall into an annoying and boring dad rock category, which is not something I’m a fan of. “Stardust Chords” in particular was such a good song instrumentally and would have fit in any alt group’s discography if it weren’t for that stupid voice.
My favorites from this one were “Heat Above,” “Age of Machine,” and “Tears of Rain,” all great at building up an atmosphere with introducing layers of instruments. The first is the single off of the album that is bookmarked by a fantastic organ and starts the album, making it clear it’ll be good for a roadtrip and mindless driving. The second is my favorite and has been since before the the album came out as it was the teaser song. I love the droning repetition in the riff that builds up perfectly, and the screamy vocals work great here. The last one is another song that feels so powerful, and I without even listening to what he was saying I knew it was about a desert storm, and the fear and relief that comes with it.
Also I gotta mention the last song that is almost nine minutes long (I’ll give you one guess on if you think it should be that long) and adds lore to the album? Idk they keep talking about a kingdom and I just have to ask what is up with hard rock’s obsession with medieval europe. Can someone please tell me? I’m just so confused?
Final Verdict
This album is really good! Honestly a lot of the songs blur together, but if you like classic rock you’ll probably like this. Well, as long as you can get past the fact that young people can make something in an old genre.
#album of the week#album review#album recommendation#music review#rock music#greta van fleet#classic rock#album 31
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My Little Sun - Spencer Reid x Reader
It could not be heaven because her actions, her sounds and her intentions were the opposite of sanctity and purity: they were sinful. So bad and so good that you could get the two confused.
CW: MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING, IMPLIED SMUT, AGE GAP, LANGUAGE, DADDY KINK. (LMK IF I MISSED ANY PLEASE)
PART ONE
PART TWO
A/N: Shiiit!!! Sorry this mediocrity took so long!!! Anyway, let me know if you want me to clear anything up and please let me know if you like it. Kisses <3
I had the right to be upset, but I knew I shouldn’t be. Hotch was right, I could not work the case nor was I in the state to. It was for my own good and maybe the sanity of the rest of the team. I was a mess. He “ordered” me to go get some sleep in the breakroom, knowing I would never agree to go home. But like always, I couldn’t sleep. That wasn’t unusual and my brain began me to torture me with a movie of my most recent memories.
9 Days Ago
Friday - 8:49 PM
“I waannt Thaiiii foooood!” Only she could make my heart melt while simultaneously whining and disagreeing with me. She tightened her grip on my hand, “Pretty, pretty please?”
“We had Thai last week.” I looked down at her as we continued walking down the streets. “And plus, you love the Greek place.” She pouted and continued to ramble about why Thai was so much better. Even complaining, her company was so comforting and calming that I was genuinely relaxed, despite the roars of taxi cabs and the indistinct chatter of drunk city goers.
“Oh my god! Don’t look! Do not look left!” She skipped to my right, “Look-look at me!” I watched her skip around me and cling to my right arm before her little hands grabbed my face and pressed her mouth to mine.
“Sweetheart,” I tried to get out of her grip but she cut me off by pressing her body to mine and continuing the frenzied kiss. As soon as she needed a breath, I spun in the other direction. “You’re a monster.” I grabbed her hand and we ran to it immediately. A life-size and functioning chess board under an array of colorful lanterns and vines. It was probably a contemporary art piece and I silently thanked whoever created it. I wrapped my arms around her as I excitedly admired it. “Why didn’t you want me to see this?” I whispered into the small of her neck. “Is it because I always beat you at chess?”
She backed up from me offended, “You don’t always beat me!”
I grabbed her once more, not liking the space between us. “If you took all of our games, looked at my wins and your losses, I’ve won 98% of the time.”
“Yeah well…” she tiptoed and grazed her lips against mine, “I win 100% of the time.” I was confused, “At this.” She pressed her entire body to mine and finally kissed me.
“You,”
Kiss.
“Don’t know,”
Kiss.
“What you’re,”
Kiss.
“Starting little,”
Kiss.
“Girl.”
She grabbed my hand and twirled herself around just to fall back onto me. I caught her, just like she knew I would. I trusted her and she trusted me, and that was the best feeling in the world. “I love you.” I said, still supporting all her weight.
She stood upright and gave me a light kiss. “I love you so much Spencer.”
I couldn’t see anything in the world but her. “I would do anything for you.”
She perked up with a sneaky glint in her eye, “Would you eat Thai two weeks in a row?” She grinned.
I sighed. She won. “Yeah,” I pushed the hair out of her face, “I would. Let’s go get some.”
“If..” she rolled her eyes, “We play on the walk back.” I motioned to the board. “I’ll go easy on you.”
“You’re on Dr. Reid.” she snarked back.
8 Days Ago
Saturday - 2:31 PM
Saturday was one of those stereotypical rainy days where the world seemed slowed. The pitter patter of the raindrops and the light music of her favorite record created a symphony of other-worldly peace for me. I left our room, and there she was, my perfect girl sitting criss crossed at my desk. I perched over her, laying a sweet kiss on her cheek.
“So..I was thinking macaroons…” she scrolled through different catering sites, “But cupcakes are a must too.” I watched her plan in adoration. Never in my life had I been so sure of anything. But I wanted to marry this girl and spend every last day of my life like this one and there was no question about it. It was that simple.
“Spence?” she broke me out of my lovelorn daydreams of growing old together.
“Yeah?” I answered.
“Chocolate or red velvet? There is one right answer.” her eyes narrowed.
“Oh,” I knew exactly what she wanted me to say, “Red velvet. All the way.”
“You really are a genius.” She teased and began to scribble ‘Red Velvet’ on the small notebook next to her. I looked at the list of random little things she’d written down in preparation for the day. It assured me she was just as infatuated with the idea of a future together as I was. I sighed, “Even your handwriting is cute.”
“Duh..” she retorted and I rolled my eyes, “Can I read you the food list?”
I gently lifted her off the desk seat, “You can read it to me on the couch maybe?”
She nodded and grabbed her notebook. I sat first, and she took the opportunity to crawl in my lap. It’s like our bodies were made for each other because she just fit so perfectly there.
“For the dessert table, hazelnut, pistachio and vanilla macaroons. From the French bakery in downtown. Obviously. Red velvet cupcakes from that bakery JJ told me about. Remember the ones she ordered for her baby shower?” I nodded. “Those.”
“White chocolate macadamia nut cookies, and if I get my way..”
“You always do.” I teased.
“Yeah, and don’t forget it.” she smiled, “Tiny little cheesecake squares.”
“I’m glad we’re on the same page.” I said.
“Of course! A lot of tiny desserts are waaay better than one big cake.”
“And more sanitary.” It was her turn to sigh.
“Yes yes, and more sanitary.” She laid her head in my chest and closed her eyes.
“I told Penelope we’d meet her at the restaurant at 3.”
“But it’s raining!” I complained. Truthfully, I just didn’t want this moment to end. She gave me a look and I stopped my protests. “Y’know if we order an Uber instead of taking the metro, we might have time to take a nice…” her words purposely trailed, “Long...hot shower.” She didn’t really have to say much else, batting her eyelashes to give this heart wrenching illusion of innocence. I wasn't buying it. Then, being way too coy for her age, she ran her hands up my chest and flashed me a coquettish grin. It was textbook but, goddd. Her smile alone turned me on to an extent it shouldn’t.
I let her off my lap and stood up instantly, grabbing her hand and leading her to our bathroom. “Now.”
7 Days Ago
Sunday - 9:22 AM
The view convinced me I had died and arrived in heaven. I had to be. Where else but heaven does an angel perch themselves on your lap? No, though. It wasn’t heaven. It could not be heaven because her actions, her sounds and her intentions were the opposite of sanctity and purity: they were sinful. So bad and so good that you could get the two confused.
She kissed down my neck and I swore my heart would burst out of my chest. She paused and sat up to say “When was the last time we got a whole weekend together like this?”
I rubbed her arms up and down, “I can’t even remember.”
“Me neither.” She kind of sounded like she wanted to say something else, but I didn’t really care, kissing her open mouth and rocking my hips up to hers. She was panting by the time my hands met her chest.
“Please,” she whined, “Daddy, please.”
She had no idea what she was asking for but I did. So I gave it to her.
I would give her anything.
6 Days Ago
Monday 7:02 AM
“Bye baby.” I kissed her still bed-headed hair.
“NOooo!” she tried to pull my satchel back into her mess of sheets.
“I’m sorry.” I sat down on the edge of the bed next to her. She curled her head into my lap and I caressed her forehead.
“You have class today.” I felt her twitch, “An important one. You should eat a good breakfast.”
“I know.” she said sadly. I registered that the sadness was less about class, and more about the fact we both knew this was goodbye for at least a couple days. Time spent together was bliss and days apart were agonizing, regardless of how important both of our responsibilities were.
“Hey, think about what a good weekend we had.” I gently reminded her.
“I know but now you’re gonna be gone.” The pain in her voice brought me the kind of sorrow that you didn’t wish upon your worst enemy.
“Not for too long, little girl.” I kissed her forehead again, “I promise.”
She got up and sighed, “Don’t make promises you can’t keep.”
I wish she wouldn’t do that, but I couldn’t blame her either.
“I’m sorry.” She just shook her head.
“Don’t be. Go save some lives Dr. Reid.” there was a gentle smile on her face as she said the words, “I’ll be right here when you get back.” I enveloped her in a hug with nothing but love, and she still couldn't resist teasing me, “Or maybe drunk at a Frat house, I don’t know.”
My eyes went wide and the thought immediately gave me anxiety, “Please, do not. Do you know-” She shut me up with a kiss and I silently thanked her for it. “I love you Spencer. I’ll see you soon.”
“I love you more.” I got up and headed for the door, “Sooner than later, okay?”
She nodded, “Okay.”
3 Days Ago
Wednesday 2:10 AM
I silently stepped through the apartment, relishing in the stillness that meant just maybe, my begging Y/N not to waste sleep over me had worked, but I still doubted it. Her listening to my instructions was like a solar eclipse: disappointingly rare.
As soon as I made it to the bedroom though, I was pleasantly surprised. She was asleep, but not yet under the covers. Poor thing had tried to stay up, but couldn’t. As much as I wanted to instantly smother her in affection, I restrained myself only to admire the sight of her in nothing but underwear and a grey cardigan of mine. She’d only done a single button too, obscuring the direct view so her figure was just barely covered. It was incredibly attractive and she knew it.
I began to undress, trying to remain silent as I exchanged my tie and vest for pajama pants and the Caltech sweater on the dresser. I didn’t wear it much before she did. In fact, I’d only started wearing it because despite it being 5 sizes too big for her, she adored it. For the first couple months of knowing her, it was the only thing she slept in. And because of that, it smelled like her perfume. Nestling myself into bed next to her, I wrapped my hands around her waist and pulled her close, while trying to gently pull the sheets out from under her.
“Get under the covers.”
Her eyes fluttered open, “Spence...Spencer?” She smiled, “Spencer!”
She buried herself impossibly closer to my chest, arms and legs wrapping around me like a…
“You’re like a panda.” I laughed. She giggled, “You’re bamboo.”
“Are you calling me a stick-skinny? That’s hurtful, y/n.” We laughed harder until I couldn’t stop myself from kissing her. The kisses were long and sweet as we both savored the reunion.
She tugged on the sweater I wore, “Why are you wearing my sweatshirt?” I brushed some hair out of her face. “It was mine first.”
She rolled her eyes, “Pff...did you even go to Caltech?” She was trying so hard to control laughter, “Poser.”
She laughed as I’m sure despite silence from me she could hear my internal screaming.
Her laughter finally ceased when my grip on her got looser and my eyes hung a little lower. “Sleepy?” she asked.
I nodded and so did she, “Me too.” We got under the covers together.
“Hold me.” she hummed. “Hotch give you guys the day off tomorrow?”
“Yeah, recuperation. The case was...rough.”
“You guys catch the guy?” she asked.
I nodded, “Yeah.”
“That’s amazing Spence. You’re so amazing.” I held her tighter.
“I love you.” I said.
“I love you too. Now go to sleep.” And so I did.
2 Days Ago
Thursday 6:30 PM
“It did indeed. You’ve become my solnyshko moyo.”
“Tell me that’s Russian dirty talk.” She said with a grin.
“It’s better. It’s a term of endearment you’ve become the epitome of.”
“And what’s that Dr. Reid?” she giggled.
“My little sun. You’ve become my little sun. Following me around and bringing light and warmth.” She snuggled herself impossibly closer into my chest, wrapping one of her legs over mine.
“Except for your feet!” I shrieked at her freezing toes meeting mine.
“They’re not that cold you big baby!” she shouted.
I laughed and kissed her sweetly, “I am not the baby here.” I said.
“Please,” she started until I interrupted her with a kiss, “If you’re not the baby,” I kissed her again, “That implies I’M the baby,” Kiss, “And I’m not a” Kiss.
“Shush baby.” I told her, but like always, she didn’t listen, instead sitting up to straddle me. My appreciation for her beauty was like how a prisoner appreciates freedom, and yet it was miniscule into what I found in her character. It blew my mind that a girl so perfect existed.
“Rarely do great virtue and beauty dwell together. Francesco Petrarch.” I started, my hands making their way onto her hips, “That makes you a rarity.”
“You’re spoiling me with nice words today Spencer.” “You’ve spoiled me. My frontal lobe is spoiled milk.” She laughed, wondering how I was going to manage to make this one romantic.
“That’s the part of the brain responsible for sensibility and logical thinking, and you, little girl, have positively ruined it. You make me stupid.”
“I ruined the genius Dr. Reid with the 187 IQ? Makes sense. I’m like, way smarter.”
“You are. So, so much smarter.”
“I want that in writing.” she poked my chest.
I pulled her down and kissed her forehead to whisper in her ear. “Not a chance.”
She pushed herself away and rolled her eyes at me like a bratty child does her nanny, and I continued, “ You’re smarter, but I’m more educated. I have more doctorates than you have years in university.”
“Whatever…”
I brushed the hair away from her perfect face, “You tired baby?”
She sighed and laid down, splaying herself on my chest, laying on me like I was the duvet. “Very.”
I held her impossibly close, breathing in her scent and counting every time her heart thumped, her bpm said she was relaxed. Oh god, I wanted her like this forever. Relaxed in my arms, where nothing could touch us but each other.
Present Day
Sunday 11:45 PM
How did it all seem so incredibly long ago? The BAU break room couch was definitely not made for sleeping, and yet Hotch had insisted I come try to get some rest. What was the use? How was I supposed to rest knowing that Y/N was out there in so much danger? I couldn’t rest until we found her, everybody knew that.
Morgan came rushing into the tiny room, “Garcia’s got a hit. Her father left her 3 of his commercial properties, one of which is an abandoned mall.”
I wasn’t allowed to work on the profile, but this was, for lack of a better word, a clear trap. “Morgan, it can’t be that easy. We both know that.”
“Kid, she’s having a psychotic break. Everything about this is disorganized. It wasn’t planned at all. It’s not that much of a stretch to say she’d go to a secluded place she figured we’d never find.”
“Was there a second stressor? JJ and I thought it might’ve been the proposal but…”
“Reid, I’ll brief you in the car. Get your shit together and let’s go get Y/N.”
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By Your Doorstep (Part 9)
Summary: The reader and Tessa spend their first Christmas with the Winchesters and their friends, resulting in an eventful night...
Pairing: Doctor/Neighbor!Dean x reader
Masterlist
Word Count: 2,800ish
Warnings: language
A/N: Please enjoy this final part! I loved writing this one and exploring everything this series had to offer!
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Reader’s POV
Christmas Night
“Hello ladies,” said Dean, popping his head out from the hall and into the room Tessa was staying in. “Mind if I steal your sister?”
“Go for it,” she said, jumping up from bed and rushing over to her suitcase. She pulled out a box and held it out. “I thought I left it at home but Y/N found it in the hall. It’s your other present.”
“The zip up was very nice of you already,” he said. He tore off the paper and you smirked from bed, Dean making a face as he looked at the box.
“It’s a mug. I made it in art class,” she said. He opened the package and went wide eyed, staring at her as he pulled it out.
“Tessa, this is really good,” he said, smiling at the little D.W. she’d painted on the side. “You made this?”
“Yeah. I’m good at ceramics,” she said with a shrug. “If you don’t like it that’s okay.”
“I have a new favorite mug,” he said, giving her a hug. “I can drink out of it, right?”
“Yeah. It’s fine for using and dishwasher, all that,” she said.
“Well I for one am glad you are getting your minor in art next year,” he said.
“Really?”
“School’s important but you gotta have some fun,” he said. “This is one of the best presents I’ve ever gotten.”
“I made everybody one,” she said with a shrug. “I gotta give Sam his still.”
“I think he’s out with Eileen and a few other people in the hot tub.”
“I was gonna go hang out with Jack, maybe we’ll head out there,” she said. “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”
“Make smart choices,” he teased as she walked out. You stood up from bed and walked out to the hall, wrapping your arms around his waist. “She loves me.”
“Yes she does,” you said, a big smile on his face. “You like that, huh?”
“Yes, I do. Besides, I gotta get her on board if I want you,” he said. “How am I doing so far?”
“Oh so you’re curious if I love you,” you said.
“More than you could possibly understand,” he said. You smiled and stood up on your tip toes, throwing your arms around his shoulders.
“Dean. I love you.”
“Good because I love you,” he said.
“That’s very good,” you said. He gave you a kiss, resting his hands along your hips.
“Wanna take a walk with me?” he asked. You nodded and let him take your hand, following him downstairs and into the foyer where you dressed in your coats and boats, hats and scarves. You walked out the front with him and down the driveway a ways until you were on the private road up there, twinkle lights adorned in the trees.
“This really is beautiful up here, Dean,” you said, your gloved hands laced together.
“It is. Never really thought this would ever be my life growing up,” he said.
“We had holidays like this when we were younger,” you said. “It’s not really about the presents or the lights at the end of the day though.”
“No, it’s definitely not,” he said. “I know we only got here yesterday but are you enjoying it so far?”
“More than. I don’t dread these things anymore. I don’t dread life anymore.”
“Can I ask what your plans are for once Tessa goes to school next year? I know she’ll be living at home but she’s gonna be out and about more often,” he said.
“I don’t really know,” you said. “What about you?”
“Sammy’s interested in the place two doors down across the street. He might put an offer in,” said Dean.
“What ya asking Dean?”
“If you asked me six months ago if I ever thought I’d love someone, I’d have said no that wasn’t for me. But then I met you and things changed. I’ve never really asked if you’re a marriage kind of gal I guess.”
“If I loved him I would marry him. I’d have a family of our own with him too,” you said. Dean nodded and you bumped his shoulder. “Death is the price we pay for living. But I think what I’ve learned these past six months is that caring and loving someone is worth the pain at the end of the day. The pain subsides and it’s still there but it doesn’t destroy you anymore. So yeah, I’m definitely open to marriage and kids and the dog with the white picket fence thing.”
“My fence is brown,” he chuckled.
“I can look past that detail,” you said. “Would you ever consider marriage?”
“Yes. I absolutely would,” he said. You smiled and he squeezed your hand. “You think I’m gonna like...propose or something now?”
“I think I love you and anything else, whenever or if ever that may be, it would just be a cherry on top,” you said. “I don’t need a ring or to be Mrs. Winchester to tell me how I feel.”
“I figured as much. Safer to ask though,” he said. He reached into his pocket with his free hand and held out a small wrapped box to you. “Merry Christmas sweetheart.”
You dropped his hand so you could unwrap it, finding a black box inside. You took off the lid and smiled, looking back over to Dean.
“You like it?” he asked shyly, blush appearing on his cheeks. “Tessa helped me pick it out.”
“Dean are you proposing?” you asked. He cocked his head and you turned the empty ring back towards him, his face falling.
“Oh my God. Oh my God,” he said, covering his face. “I never put it back in the box. It’s at home. Oh my God I’m so dumb.”
“Dean,” you smiled, tilting your head and wrapping your arms around him. “Is there something you’d like to ask me?”
“It would make this idiot very happy if you decided to marry him,” he said with a smile.
“M’kay,” you said, pulling him down for a deep kiss. “That’s a yes by the way.”
“Even if I’m an idiot?”
“Told you I don’t need a ring, Winchester,” you said. “Just need you...Mr. & Mrs. Winchester has a nice ring to it though.”
“Technically it’s Dr. and…” he trialed off as you kissed him again. “God I love you.”
“I love you,” you said, throwing your arms over his shoulders. He tripped and fell back in the snow, laughing as you went with him. “Fuck I love the shit out of you.”
“I second that,” he said, rolling you to your back and kissing you. “Your sister is a hard nut to crack you know.”
“Did you ask her about this?”
“She’s very protective of big sis...but she said some very sweet things to me,” he said.
“She’s a sucker for you guys,” you said. “But she’s not the only one.”
You rolled over and meant to put him on his back but you ended up shifting and rolling down the hill with him, landing in a big pile of snow. You couldn’t see him at first but he was giggling like a kid and it was just about the best sound you’d ever heard in your life.
“I love you,” you said as you sat up. He propped himself up on his elbows and grinned. You jumped on top of him and rolled around in the snow, throwing snowballs and playing until both your jeans were soaked through and the cold was getting to be a bit much.
“Hey. You want to warm up with me in the shower?” he said.
“Absolutely,” you said. You walked back up the hill with him, picking up the box from the road. He threw his arm over your shoulders and tugged you close into his side. “Maybe we can even have a little fun in that jacuzzi tub.”
“That’s my girl,” he chuckled.
“That’s my boy,” you said, taking off your hat and pulling it over his head.
“I can get used to that.” He took off your hat and his baseball cap, putting the cap on you and tugging your hat back on.
“You’re never getting that blue Henley back by the way,” you said.
“You’re never getting your black hoodie back,” he said. You stopped and he pushed his hat down over your face.
“Dork,” you said, pushing it up and wrapping an arm around his waist. You walked up the road, chilly when you walked back inside. You took off your coat and boots, tossing everything on the rack.
You caught Sam and Tessa peeking their heads down the hall, both of them in their bathing suits. They stared at you and Dean, both dripping water.
“Yes we’re engaged,” you said.
“Yes!” said Tessa, Sam giving her a high five.
“Finally,” said Sam.
“Don’t you two have people to go make out with in the hot tub?” said Dean.
“Gah, like I’d do that in front of him,” said Tessa.
“I was having a perfectly good time with Eileen until you and Jack-“
“Goodnight guys,” you said.
“They got engaged!” shouted Sam, different parts of the house shouting back. Dean pulled you up the staircase and down to your room, locking the door behind you.
“Hi,” you grinned, kissing his nose.
“Hi. Wanna warm up?”
“After you, sweetheart.”
Three Months Later
“I’m beat,” said Dean, arm slung over your shoulders as the two of you walked up the street towards your house. You’d spent the day helping Sam and Eileen move into Sam’s new house just down the road, sticking around to unpack dishes and boxes long after everyone else had gone home.
“Our boy is all grown up,” you teased, Dean leaning against you. “Happy Sammy’s so close by?”
“Yup,” he said with a smile. “I think us older siblings did an alright job.”
“We still have to get Tessa through college,” you said.
“She’ll be fine. She wants to major in medicine sciences. I may or may not be able to help her out there some,” he said.
“Nerd,” you said, getting a smack on the ass from him. “Boy.”
“Girl,” he said, smirking and kissing your cheek. “It’s not the easiest thing in the world, I know, but she’s smart. We can all help her out. Except her art minor homework. I have no clue on that,” he said.
“First semester will probably be the roughest.”
“She’ll be okay,” he said. “What I am worried about it the fact she’s making us dinner tonight.”
“Ten bucks says it’s box mac and cheese.”
“Oh she informed me that it would be epic. I have high expectations,” he said.
“Hm, that must clearly be a good sign,” you said, nodding to your front porch where a very burnt tray of something sat on the step.
“Is it too late for takeout?” he chuckled.
“Let’s hope not,” you said, climbing up the steps. “We’re home!”
“How’d it go? We saw the...wait...it smells shockingly good in here,” said Dean, taking off his coat.
“I’m a better chef than you two give me credit for,” she said from the kitchen, humming as she worked over the stove. “I burnt the biscuits but everything else is nearly done.”
“If it tastes as good as it smells we should have you cook for us more often,” you said.
“Laugh it up,” she said. Dean pulled you upstairs and you washed off the sweat of working all day, changing into something relaxing in time to walk downstairs and spot Tessa setting plates down at the table.
“Oh. Fancy,” you said, Dean pulling out your seat for you. You sat and he took his own, Tessa humming as she pulled out a bottle of wine from the fridge and sat it down on the table. “Alright. What are you up to? This is way too nice.”
“Nothing. I knew you guys would be tired and you guys always make me dinner and stuff,” she said.
“Mhm,” you hummed, Dean smirking up at her. She rolled her eyes and sighed.
“This what I get for being nice. I’m going over Jack’s,” she said.
“Make smart choices kiddo,” said Dean with a wink. She groaned and messed up his hair before she took off, Toast trotting after. “Take my car if you want, Tess.”
“Thank you!” she called back, ducking out the door after a moment.
“Well this was very nice of her,” you said. You cut into your chicken and paused, showing it to Dean and giggling.
“Maybe tomorrow we’ll show her how to use a meat thermometer, make sure the food is actually cooked,” he chuckled, picking up the plates and scraping the food in the trash.
“It’s the thought that counts,” you said, picking up the bottle of wine.
“Yes it is. What are you thinking?” he asked. “Taco Saturday?”
“I want a big ass burrito,” you said. “With extra cheese. And nachos.”
“That’s my girl,” he said, washing up his hands at the sink. “Wine and Mexican food. Perfect combo if I do say so myself.”
Three Months Later
“You got me a car!” said Tessa, hopping up and down when she opened the front door. She ran over to it and pulled off the bow, sliding in behind the wheel.
“You were worried she wouldn’t like a used one,” chuckled Dean in your ear.
“I was not,” you said, slapping his chest, Toast running out past you. You watched Sam and Eileen come out of their house a few down, Sam staring over in your direction. “We’ll meet you there!”
He waved and they climbed in, driving past with a honk as Tessa squealed.
“Alright, alright,” said Dean. “We got a graduation to get to, ladies.”
“Cheers,” said Dean, laying back on the lounger on the balcony, toasting his glass to yours. You stretched out and rolled over closer to him, kissing him gently. “You’ve officially survived the high school phase.”
“Why do I feel like the college phase is harder,” you laughed.
“She’s already got the college boyfriend down,” he said.
“Yeah but Jack is Jack. He’s sweet. She’s the one I worry about.”
“You’ll always worry,” he said, his arm hanging loosely over your shoulders. “Kids sound like they’re having fun down there.”
“She’s happy. It’s all I could ever ask for.”
“Are you happy?” he asked.
“I’m home,” you said, resting your head on his shoulder. You hugged his waist, Dean shutting his eyes with a smile. “You want to get married next summer?”
“Whatever you want, sweetheart,” he said.
“Come on. You gotta have some opinions on this,” you said.
“I kinda like the idea of a spring wedding. Maybe May or something. I wouldn’t mind honeymooning somewhere on a beach,” he said.
“That sounds great,” you said, his fingers dancing along your arm. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“Shoot.”
“I almost asked my dad if I could meet you once you know. The boy from the mail room. You seemed...I don’t know, like a really good person.”
“Did I meet expectations?” he asked.
“Blew right past them,” you said, getting a kiss on the temple. “You happy?”
“I got my girl. I got my brother. Got Tessa and Eileen and my friends and Toast and this little baby, Miracle,” he said, picking up the sleeping puppy beside him. “I have never been so happy in my life.”
“Good,” you said, kissing his cheek. “Want to go see if there’s any graduation cake left? Bet it’d go good with this bourbon.”
“God I love you,” he chuckled as he kissed you. “So fucking much.”
“Me too, Dean. Me too.”
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Dancing With Our Hands Tied
In order to keep Y/N safe from danger, Spencer vows to keep their relationship a complete secret from everyone they know. However, as their romance gets more serious, Y/N and Reid begin to realize that no matter how in love they are, they may have been doomed from the start.
A/N: Back at it with a hopefully very angsty fic! This is of course inspired by the Taylor Swift song, but you don’t need to be familiar with the song to read and enjoy! Also I made a playlist for this one shot, which you can find here (its best if you listen to it in order and of course you don’t have to listen as you read, but if you enjoy that kind of thing, I thought it would be fun). Additionally, in order for the timeline of this fic to make the most sense, I’m choosing to ignore the Lauren Reynolds subplot, because trying to incorporate it and explain it would be distracting and unnecessary in my opinion. Thanks for reading!
Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem! Reader
Type: Angst
Word Count: 3.9K
Content Warnings: Some cursing, general fighting angst, discussion of pregnancy, brief mention of abortion (follow up is left intentionally ambiguous, based on your own desires and beliefs you are allowed to decide where that aspect goes (pro choice tings))
“I, I loved you in spite of
Deep fears that the world would divide us
So, baby, can we dance
Oh, through an avalanche?”
Spencer Reid hated funerals.
Somehow he felt he was always invited to one, and no matter how hard it was for him to be there, he always made every effort to go. So when Hotch had to plan Haley’s funeral, Spencer knew he had to go, no matter how much he would hate it.
He looked down to the grass as his supervisor cried over his now dead wife, the most emotion he had seen from him ever. He refused to look up and watch, although there were at least a hundred people there to mourn Haley, this moment felt innately private to Hotch. Spencer didn’t think it was his place for his eyes to intrude.
So he stared at the lawn and got lost in his own mind.
Right then and there he realized he never wanted to go through what Hotch had to go through. No matter how many philosophers described love in the most beautiful, enchanting way, Spencer didn’t want it anymore.
He didn’t want to go through a heartbreak, because how worth it could it be?
Of course, all information he had in his repertoire pointed to the claim that it was worth it. Yet he couldn’t pay attention to Oscar Wilde, trying to tell him that “hearts are made to be broken,” or E. A. Bucchianeri screaming that “grief is the price we pay for love.”
All he could see at that moment was the most stone-faced man he had ever known, breaking down in front of everyone he knew over the woman he loved.
At that moment Spencer Reid vowed to completely give up on love. He would become the best profiler to ever live. People would compare him to Jason Gideon, but Spencer Reid would win every time. Spencer wouldn’t let himself be like Gideon and get so hung up over a person that he couldn’t ever work anymore.
So when Spencer left the funeral and went to bed that night, he was confident that he would sleep alone like that forever. It was comfortable like that and he was happy. Who needs to be in love?
Not Spencer Reid that’s for sure.
Well, until three months later, when Spencer Reid met Y/N Y/L/N.
She was beautiful, and Spencer knew he wanted to get to know her the first time he laid eyes on her.
But he was doing such a good job recently…. Even Hotch was impressed with his work ethic. The only one who had talked to him about his lack of emotion was Penelope, she seemed concerned when Spencer told her he didn’t want to meet let alone go on a date with the cute nerdy barista from her go to coffee shop. Spencer refused to reason with her, he was too focused on proving himself to Hotch and the rest of the team.
Even though in the back of his mind, Spencer knew he had already proven himself to the rest of the team, now he just needed to be good enough for himself.
A truly impossible task.
But he was still trying to do it, so he didn’t talk to the barista at the new coffee shop he was trying.
He wasn’t expecting her to try and talk to him. Maybe that’s why he was so willing to give up his own reasoning.
“That’s a lot of sugar, sugar. Are you as sweet as your coffee?” she said, giggling as she did it. She knew the line was cheesy and stupid but she had been eyeing Spencer Reid since he came in and knew she needed to get his attention. Luckily, he couldn’t help but laugh.
Their first date was right then and there. They got distracted and talked till closing, Y/N’s coworkers noticing she was actually putting herself out there and deciding to pick up her slack so she could continue.
“So are you going to call me Dr. Reid or were you just leading me on for 3 hours?”
“Of course I’ll call you, how else am I going to get you to watch Doctor Who?”
Y/N smiled, “Well I know this is kind of forward, but I have this art exhibit tomorrow, I would love to see you there. But don’t over think that! I’ve invited pretty much everyone I know. I have a bet to win amongst the other art students, whoever has the most people come to see them wins one of those giant Costco sheet cakes. I need that sheet cake Spencer.”
Spencer smiled, “Well, I am from Vegas . . . Maybe I could help push the odds in your favor.”
“Well I can’t wait to see you there. Tomorrow, 6 pm, I’ll text you the details.”
It was only when he laid down to sleep that Spencer remembered his philosophy on love, but strangely, he did not care.
He may have been trying to freeze his heart, but Y/N was coming in with a blowtorch.
And he didn’t mind. In fact he unlocked the door to let her in.
So when he arrived at work the next morning, he fully intended on going to her art show. He thought about what flowers to bring her. . . was this a date? Was last night a date? Were roses too strong a message? He couldn’t do anything red, it was too forward. Pink? What if she saw it as stereotypical because she’s a woman, maybe she hates pink?! Yellow Tulips were safe, but if he got her yellow tulips then she would think they were just friends and Spencer didn’t want to be just friends.
His internal debate was interrupted by none other than Penelope Garcia, but not to interrupt their paperwork day with a case, but to make an announcement to the bullpen.
“Hello my loves! I have an interesting idea for some team bonding tonight, my favorite barista and dear friend has invited me to her school art show. Of course she needs the most support humanly possible, so you all need to come with me and look at cool art!”
“Who’s this friend of yours Penelope?” JJ asked.
“Oh Jayge you’ve met Y/N! She’s lovely and I’m sure an incredible artist. You guys will all love her!”
Suddenly Spencer remembered Hotch and his broken down faces at Haley’s funeral. He remembered his philosophy on love and his fear of heartbreak.
But he also remembered how alive he felt with Y/N. How the way she laughed like a little kid and how that made him feel giddy. He remembered how she was always so interested in what he had to say. He remembered that he really liked her.
And at that moment, Spencer realized that he did not have to choose between being in love and keeping his heart safe from the devastating heartbreak of seeing his true love die. He realized that the reaper could only find Haley because Hotch let people know they were together Because everyone knew of Hotch’s wife, she was in constant danger.
Maybe if he kept Y/N secret he could still be with her.
“Spencer! Did you hear me?”
“No, um sorry Garcia what did you say?”
“I asked if you were going to come to Y/N’s art show, you know you too would make such a cute couple! You should totally come.”
“I actually can’t, I’m not feeling well.”
She sighed, “That’s what you said last time I tried to get you two together 187 . . . Do you want to talk about anything Spencer? You haven’t been yourself lately.”
“I’m fine, I just have a headache. I don’t want to go out tonight.”
She rested her hand on his shoulder for a second, before following Morgan to the kitchen. Spencer knew she was going to say something to him, but he didn’t care. He had found the perfect solution to his conundrum.
And he knew exactly what flowers to send to Y/N.
Y/N texted him thirteen times, and waited an extra hour after the open house closed in case he showed. So although she went home empty handed, one person away from enough cake to feed fifty, she received a call from Spencer Reid.
“Hey, where were you tonight? I was looking forward to seeing you.”
“I’m sorry Y/N, something came up, but I have something for you! Are you still there?”
“Oh no, I just got to my apartment. I can send you the address.”
“I’ll be over as soon as I can.”
And five minutes later Spencer was at Y/N’s door, with Chinese take out and white peonies, a flower known for its apologetic symbolism.
Y/N blushed, “You didn’t have to bring me flowers Spencer . . .”
“Well I wanted to bring some to your show, but I figured this could be the next best thing . . . And maybe we could eat some of your Costco sheet cake afterwards. Sounds like a balanced meal to me.”
“Although I love that idea, I unfortunately came home tonight sheet cake-less.”
Reid frowned, “How close were you? Would I have made any difference?”
“Oh no!” Y/N lied, “I was way off, don’t even worry about it.” She smiled, “I’m just excited that you're here right now.”
Spencer blushed and looked down at his feet, “Well I’m excited to be here.”
Four months after that night, Y/N asked Spencer a seemingly stupid question while they were eating take out at her apartment. “Spencer, I love takeout and all but we haven’t gone out in public together since the first time we met. . . Call me stupid but I’m starting to wonder if you don’t want to be seen with me.”
Spencer sighed, “Y/N, it’s not that it’s just . . . complicated.”
“I just don’t get it. Am I the second woman or something?”
“No! Absolutely not! You are my one and only flower,” he said, smiling and then leaning in to kiss her nose. She giggled in response, but quickly remembered the serious nature of their conversation. “Y/N, you know what I do for a living.”
“I don’t understand what that has to do with anything.”
“Not too long ago, my boss was targeted by a serial killer who made it his mission to make his life miserable. In doing so he killed his wife. I just . . . I don’t want that to happen to you Y/N. I think I’m falling in love with you, and I can’t put you through that.”
“Spencer . . . I love you too.”
So no matter how badly Y/N wanted to tell her family, or update her Facebook status, she respected Spencer, and although she didn’t completely understand his concerns, she wanted him to be happy.
So she spent ten more months like that, catering to Spencer Reid’s peace of mind. Pretending to smile as he told her stories of all the funny things his team members did, all about their partners, and their love lives.
A couple times now, Y/N asked Spencer if she could meet them, but Spencer always shot it down. When he first mentioned the idea of keeping their relationship a secret, Y/N had secretly hoped it would be one of those things that was forgotten about within a week or two. But no. It had been many, many weeks, and Spencer still didn’t want to be seen in public with her.
And by now that was all she wanted. To go on a real date, to introduce him to her friends, to actually be able to tell her coworkers that something did come from that guy she hit it off with.
Everyday, Y/N felt she did the same exact thing, she went to work, would come home and if Spencer was still in Quantico, she would convince him to come over. (They had been dating for over a year now, and Y/N had never been to his apartment. She didn’t even know where it was). If Spencer did come over, he would usually bring some kind of dessert with him, and they would talk and be merry in their own little secret oasis.
A couple weeks ago, Y/N started to get this uncomfortable, uneasy feeling that encompassed her whole body, her whole being. Every part of her was trying to tell her that Spencer Reid was not the man for her. And even though she was still very much in love with him, she agreed.
Although she loved Spencer for the person he was, the man who brought her every different flavor of cheesecake from the bakery across town (one a day for fifty nine days straight), the man who begged her to make him a painting for valentines day instead of buying him a present, the man who cried when she did and laughed when she did and-
There were a lot of things to love about Spencer Reid, but there were a lot of things to hate about their relationship.
She hated the time she bought a gold locket in the shape of a heart, and put a picture of them in it so she could keep him with her all day long, and he made her return it because it could fly open and someone could recognize him. She hated the day she came home with a little beige kitten named Betsy and Spencer made her give Betsy to her sister so that he wouldn’t get cat hair on his clothes and have to answer a million questions. She hated the time Spencer missed her birthday weekend because he had a case and couldn’t give an excuse to why he couldn’t go. She hated that Spencer was her entire life, while she seemed like just an inconvenience to his.
And most of all, she hated that she loved him so much. Because deep down she knew that she could never leave Spencer Reid, but she also knew that there was no way they could last if nothing changed.
Just then Spencer knocked on her door, she had offered him his own key many times, but he declined because he didn’t want anyone to see it on his key ring and ask what it was for. She let him in, and right away his fun perky smile dropped. “You’ve been crying. I can tell.”
“Is that the kind of thing they teach you in FBI school?”
“Yes actually, but that’s not the point,” he said, dropping his bouquet of red chrysanthemums on Y/N’s coffee table and grabbing one of her hands with both of his. “Talk to me Y/N.”
She sighed, “I love you Spencer, but I just don’t know if we can do this anymore.”
“What do you mean flower?”
“Spencer we’ve been together for over a year-”
“One year, two months and five days,” he corrected.
“Yes, yes that. We’ve been together for one year, two months and five days but no one except us knows that.”
“Y/N I thought you were okay with that, I just want you to be safe.”
“I thought I was okay with it but,” she paused, afraid of what she wanted to say, “I’m not Spencer, I don’t want to live like this anymore. I love you, and I want to be with you. To really be with you. What happens if we ever get married, do we have to get eloped, would you even let us get married because you need someone else to watch? When do I get to tell my mom I’m in a relationship? What if you get hurt out in the field, and no one has heard of me, let alone knows to call me, and we never get to say goodbye? How far do you plan on taking this?”
Spencer grew flustered, “Um, I- I don’t know? I didn’t know you were even thinking about those things.”
“Do you think about those things? Things like getting married?”
“You’re the love of my life Y/N, of course I do.”
“Well then something needs to change. We can’t live like this anymore.”
“Things will get better Y/N, I promise you, we’ll start small but I’m going to make this better for you. Actually, um we can start right now,” he started digging through his messenger bag. After a minute, he pulled out a smaller gold heart locket than the one you had originally purchased for yourself. “I, um I was going to give it to you for your birthday, but I feel like now is the best time. I couldn’t find the same one, but it’s the same picture inside.”
She teared up, “I love it. It’s perfect. Here, put it on me.” She turned around and pushed her hair to one side so that Spencer could clasp the delicate chain around her neck.
They kissed, and afterward Spencer spoke, “I hate to ruin this moment, but I’ve had to use the bathroom ever since I got here.”
Y/N laughed, “Ok go, I’ll be waiting.”
While waiting for her love to come back, Y/N admired her flowers. Ever since Spencer began to get her different flowers to symbolize different things she had developed an abnormal botany fascination. She would always beat Spencer to explaining the symbolism of her latest bouquet, so she already knew the red chrysanthemum was a symbol of prosperous, passionate love in most countries. However she also knew that in Italy, chrysanthemums were a death flower, given only at funerals.
Part of her couldn’t help but wonder if some unconscious part of Spencer’s genius brain was beginning to feel the same way she did.
Three weeks later nothing much had changed in the state of Y/N and Spencer’s romance. She was still unheard of in the eyes of the BAU and two nights prior Spencer had stopped her from calling her mother to tell her about him.
And then Y/N discovered her sick, uneasy, all over body feeling was not just her incredible intuition.
She was pregnant.
She had taken a couple of tests a while prior and could just now get into the doctor to get it confirmed. But it was official. She was pregnant.
As soon as the nurse confirmed it she broke down crying. And when she asked her a couple more questions, she broke down even further. “Are you currently in a relationship?”
“No,” she sniffed.
“Do you know who the father is?”
“I don’t know,” she sobbed.
“Sweetheart, I don’t know where you want to go from here, but there’s a lot more options that you may think. Everything will be okay.”
Y/N still cried the whole way home.
She spent the rest of the day thinking about how to tell Spencer, and then overthinking what he would say.
She knew Spencer loved children, but he couldn’t even manage to tell people she existed, how was he going to explain a long term relationship and a baby?
It would have taken decades for Y/N to prepare to deliver this news, but Spencer showed up at 8:19 pm.
“Hi flower! How are you today?”
“I’m pregnant.” She blurted out, she was not planning to do it exactly like that, but she panicked.
“What?”
“I’m pregnant Spencer.”
He sighed and ran one of his hands through his hair, “You could get an abortion?”
Y/N lost it. “Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me Spencer?”
“I don’t think a baby is going to be very easy to keep a secret Y/N.”
“Is this how far you’re willing to go Spencer? You want to keep me hidden so bad that you want me to get an abortion? Are you insane?”
“You’re right, Y/N, I’m sorry, we’ll figure something out.”
“No, you’re wrong there Spencer. I’ll figure something out.”
“What are you talking about?”
“I can’t do this anymore. I’m done. I love you but, please just get out of my apartment.”
“Y/N please don’t do this, I love you, we can make this work. I know I haven’t been doing the best job for these three weeks, but just give me a little time and I promise we can do this.”
Y/N wiped tears from her eyes, then reached her thumb up to Spencer’s face, wiping his cheek. “Spencer, it’s not a matter of how much I love you or you love me. Sometimes, things just aren’t made to work out. We gave it a good run, but no matter how hard we love each other, I don’t think either of us is happy.”
“But I don’t know how to live in a world without you in it, flower.”
“I’ve never been in your world Spencer, after tonight, nothing in your life will drastically change. You don’t have to worry about living in a universe without me because you’ve already been doing that for 15 months.”
“Please don’t do this, can we just give it another try?”
Y/N wrapped her arms around him, “That’s all we’ve been doing.”
The couple stayed in silence like that for a couple of minutes before Spencer spoke. “Can we just stay here for one night. I can’t believe I never got to do it.” Spencer had never spent the full night at Y/N’s place because he always worried that he would forget to answer his phone and the team would try to come to his apartment to tell him they had a case.
“You know we can’t do that Spencer,” she sighed, knowing she had to stay strong and act on her own best interest, but she also loved Spencer. “But you can stay here, if you want.”
He thought for a moment. “Okay, um do I need that key you always offered me? To lock up when I leave?”
“No, the front door locks automatically when you close it, you just have to make sure you have everything before you go.”
And so Spencer slept in Y/N’s bed, for the first time, without her in it.
And Y/N called the one person she knew Spencer would never try to track her down to to avoid exposing himself.
Penelope Garcia.
She of course let Y/N stay with her for the night, and although she would eventually, Garcia did not pry when Y/N said she didn’t want to talk about what was going on. So Y/N walked to her apartment with peace of mind, she knew that although she had a lot to think about, for the time being everything was going to be just fine.
On the way to Penelope’s apartment, Y/N saw a flower vendor. She couldn’t help but stop by and pick up a bouquet for Penelope, but more so for the symbolic meaning.
Daffodils and daisies.
The flowers of new beginnings.
“I'd kiss you as the lights went out
Swaying as the room burned down
I'd hold you as the water rushes in
If I could dance with you again”
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I am so sorry to hear about your situation, I hope you are otherwise doing well. May I please request a prompt for Evie and Rick having a reading day (specifically set right after the first film, so they still are a little awkward around each other but still love and trust one another... I don't know, what ever you write, I love, so hopefully this gave you some inspiration but take it where you please :))
Thank you for your kind words! It's been a hell of a week, but I'm finally feeling better. Here is your fic: I hope you like it!
Cairo, October 1922
Evie woke up from her nap slowly, coming up out of deep sleep to find her Fort Brydon bedroom full of afternoon sunlight. The ceiling fan hummed overhead; the apartment was quiet save for the soft sound. Evie stretched, relishing the pull of her muscles and the softness of the bed beneath her. It was good to be back.
Her stomach gurgled and with a sigh, she sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Time for tea. Hot tea, and lots of it, and maybe a sandwich or three. She was starving. There was nothing like roughing it in the desert to bring one’s attention to the blessings of home and a fully-stocked larder. Would the men be hungry? Probably. She had left Rick and Jonathan to their own devices after Dr. Wilkinson had looked them all over earlier that day; he had prescribed plenty of water and rest after their long, hot trek back from Hamunaptra. Opening her bedroom door, Evie looked around for the men. Jonathan’s bedroom door was closed; he was probably napping. Rick was where Evie had left him earlier, lying on his cot by the window with a couple of ice packs soothing his cracked ribs, head cushioned on a stack of pillows, a book in hand. He looked up as she came into the room.
“Hey,” Rick said, flashing her that sideways smile. “Did you have a good sleep?”
“Yes, thanks,” Evie said. “What are you reading?”
Rick waved the book at her. “Ah, Persuasion. I went through your bookshelf; I hope you don’t mind.”
Evie blinked. “You’re reading Persuasion?”
“Yeah, I’ve heard it’s one of Austen’s best and I didn’t feel like reading anything related to ancient curses. I’d only read her other one--I don’t remember the title in English--Orgueil et préjugés--the one where they despise each other at first because her family is obnoxious and he’s really shy and arrogant.” Rick lifted an eyebrow at the look on Evie’s face. “I do know how to read, you know.”
She realized that she was gaping at him, open-mouthed. Shame boiled up in Evie; of course he knew how to read. “I’m sorry. I just meant, I didn’t have you down as the type to read social satire.”
She hadn’t had him down as the type to read, period, but then, Rick had mentioned liking Arsène Lupin and Sherlock Holmes, hadn’t he? And there had been a couple of books in his suitcase last night, when she looked through it for clothes to lay out for him.
Rick grinned. "It’s okay, Evelyn. I know what I look like. We’re still getting to know each other.” He shifted, laying the book down on his stomach. “Actually, I really like reading. I’ve made it a point throughout my life to maintain membership at whatever public libraries are available.”
This was new and intriguing information. Evie sat down in the armchair and curled her legs under her.
“What sort of things do you like to read about?”
Rick cocked his head, thinking. “Honestly? I’ll read just about anything as long as I can understand it. I like detective novels and adventure stories, though I think I’m going to go off those for a while.” They grinned at each other. “I read a lot of art history books before the War, and I like a good popular history. I’m not educated; I only went to school through the eighth grade. Maybe if my mom hadn’t died, I’d have finished high school and gone to college, but, well…”
He shrugged. Life hadn’t worked out that way.
“But you read,” Evie said. “My mother used to say that anyone can learn anything they like if they are willing to read about it.”
Rick nodded. “My mom used to say something like that, too. She absolutely refused to let me quit school and get a job in a factory, even though it would have helped.” A shadow passed over his face; Evie saw him push it away. “Would you like something to eat?” he said, rising up on his elbows. “Your stomach is rumbling.”
“Oh! Yes, I’d come out for tea,” Evie said, scrambling to her feet. “Don’t get up; you’re supposed to be resting.”
Rick blinked. “I’ve been resting all day. It doesn’t hurt as bad as it did, you know.”
“Still.” Evie bustled off towards the kitchen. “You’ve looked after me so well these past weeks, it’s time for me to return the favor. Would you like a sandwich? How do you take your tea?”
Rick sat up, moving slowly. “Strong, with milk and a little honey, if you’ve got it. Thanks.”
Evie smiled at him; he smiled back. She bustled around the little kitchen, setting the kettle to boil and making up sandwiches, and when everything was ready she carried it through to the table and held out a hand to help Rick up. He took it, looking at her in a way that made her blush, and followed her to the table.
“Thank you,” he said, looking from the plate of sandwiches to Evie. “All this, I don’t-- Thank you.”
Evie smiled at him again; again, he smiled back, and for a moment they stood grinning foolishly at each other. It was all so new, this togetherness, this friendship. Funny how one could learn everything there was to know about a person’s character by their actions, and still know hardly anything about them as a person. Evie gestured for Rick to sit, and they fell on the sandwiches.
“So tell me,” Rick said after they had spent a few minutes quietly eating. “What’s your favorite book? Besides the Book of Amun-Ra. I’m sorry about that, by the way. Jonathan didn’t mean to drop it.”
“I know.” A pang flashed through Evie as she remembered the splash the book had made as it hit the water in the crypt’s brackish pool. “But we made it out with our lives, and we have all of the rubbings and sketches we made before we, er, raised him, so it’s not a complete loss. And as to your question…” She sipped her tea, thinking. “Do you mean favorite novel or favorite book? Because I’m not sure I can pick just one.”
“Top three, then.” Rick leaned on his elbow, watching her with the same interest he had shown at Hamunaptra. Evie felt herself blushing. She could get used to this.
“Well, then, I would probably have to say Professor Walter Emerson’s book on hieroglyphics, since it was a huge influence on me when I was a child; Flinders Petrie’s book Naukratis, and well, Persuasion.”
Rick grinned. “Which is why it was here, among all the books on Egyptology.”
“Quite.” Evie brushed a lock of hair behind her ear. She hadn’t bothered to pin her hair up. “What about you?”
Rick sat back, cradling his teacup in his big, strong hands. “I’d say my favorite book is Around the World in Eighty Days. I have a sentimental attachment to it; it was my favorite as a kid. I’ve read it in the original French, but I like the English translation better. But if I had a top three…” He paused to sip, thinking. “I don’t know, actually. I really like Edgar Rice Burroughs’ Tarzan and John Carter books, and I like Rudyard Kipling. I read a lot of Dickens after Gallipoli; they had his complete works at the hospital my regiment was sent to afterwards.”
“You were injured?”
“No.” A shadow passed through Rick’s eyes. “I mean, yes, I got shot in the side, but it was more a flesh wound than anything else. No, they sent us to rest and recuperate before going back to battle. It was a good break.”
He put the teacup down and reached for the pot. Evie hastened to lift it and refill. She brushed Rick’s hand as she scooted the milk jug towards him. He had such beautiful hands.
“I’ve never read Dickens,” she admitted, and he gave her a surprised look. “His writing never grabbed my attention,” she added. “I was much more interested in ancient stories than modern ones.”
“You don’t say.” Rick looked amused. “And you, a librarian. Is that what you got your degree in?”
“Library science? No, I did that afterwards. I, er, I studied Classics and Antiquity at university.”
Rick shifted his hands on the table, moving them close enough to tap the back of Evie’s hand. “Tell me.”
“You don’t mind that I went to university?”
The question leaped out before she could stop it, the tiny insecurity that Evie had always carried deep inside her and only rarely acknowledged. So many men were threatened by academic women. Rick looked astonished.
“Why would I mind that you went to university?” he asked. “Everybody should have the chance to go to university. I’d have loved to go to college. And anyway, of course you’re educated, I mean, look at you. With everything that’s happened the last few weeks, we’d all have died if you hadn’t known exactly what to do and how to read those hieroglyphs and all.”
“I know. It’s just...academic women are...frowned upon by society,” she said. “And I know we met in extraordinary circumstances, but I’ve never...You don’t think I’m ridiculous?”
Rick shook his head. “Nah, Evie, I’m crazy about you.”
And the little flame of her worry flickered and died. Evie smiled at him, folded her fingers around his. Rick squeezed her hand and raised it to his lips. They were going to be just fine.
#asks and answers#prompts#my fanfics#The Mummy#Rick and Evie#Rick O'Connell#Evelyn Carnahan#it amuses me to write Rick as a reader#I mean why not?
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Name: Picross 3D Host
Debut: WarioWare: Snapped! (no not really. It is Picross 3D)
Hello! I feel like we have not had Funky Friday in kind of a while. But that doesn’t matter because here’s one right now! I feel obligated to announce when it is Funky Friday so we don’t have another incident where someone unfollows us because we posted about Pico Pets.
I love Picross a lot! It is great. It is fun and satisfying and leads to wacky discoveries like GRAND GOOMBAS, and pretty much ALWAYS has a Mola mola puzzle somewhere! And that is in fact what made me interested in Picross 3D!
When I learned that THIS was in Picross 3D, I just had to play it. It did not matter if I was overwhelmed at the implications of Picross in a whole new dimension. I was ready to brave anything for my dear Mola!
And when I started playing... I was met with a new, never-before-seen dear!
This little creacher, on the top screen! What a creacher this is! A common response when seeing it is for the brain to jump to the conclusion of “duck”. We see an eye on a yellow shape, and a connected orange shape, with a “nostril” on it. That's Duck! However... it is not! This is no duck whatsoever! First and foremost, it is a cuboid creature, with floating cube hands, and what appears to be a bill is actually a depression in the face itself, the bottom surface sometimes emoting like a mouth! And finally, that’s no nostril, it’s a second, mismatched eye! This creature is a beautiful, absolutely splendid piece of abstract art, and I have even better news... it is our gracious host!
I’ve seen this creature referred to as the “mascot”, but I don’t think that’s right. The mascot is the blocky puppy on the game’s cover and cartridge. THIS creature greets us, invites us into the world of Picross 3D, teaches us how everything works, constantly supervises us, and tells us fun facts about the puzzles we complete. This is no mere mascot, but a kind, smart, and capable host!
I have already said a good deal about it, but I am just getting started, for I have thoroughly analyzed everything I absolutely could about this very creature. I have learned about its anatomy, its abilities, its personality, its likes, its dislikes, its fears, and its favored palindromes. And I will share some of my favorite points from the long list of things I have learned!
Firstly, we shall discuss its anatomy. Despite its sharp and blocky appearance, our host is quite soft and flexible, able to contort and twist in all sorts of ways! It can even transform into forms such as a mermaid and a wrapped present- in which form it even changes color! Could it perhaps be the very essence of blocks given life, allowing it to become any part of this block-based world?
Whatever the case, it is most certainly MADE of blocks! Maybe that is obvious, but I feel I should mention it anyway. When it is hit in a certain manner, individual blocks may fly out, able to be played with and shoved back in! This seems painless and purely recreational, but what may NOT be painless is when a puzzle is failed and the host “dies”, collapsing into an inert pile of blocks! Perhaps, however, this is all an act, adding to the spectacle of the game. What a good host!
Next we analyze: the floaty hands! THESE floaty hands are particularly versatile. They can roll like wheels, propelling the creature at higher speeds, and they can spin around, allowing it to fly! Unlockable animations even give insight into the nature of such limbs, showing that they can in fact be separated from the main body if the creature is caught off guard!
Even with such an innovative body plan, though, our host doesn’t quite have it all. It muses about wanting a tail when explaining how versatile a fox’s is, and it can’t lift twice its own body weight. Also, it has blood! It is quite scared of bloodsucking bats, evidently because it has something they want. Blood!
And now, we move from a biological to a psychological analysis! The menus and descriptions are all given in first person with our darling creature in the corner of the text box, and that clearly indicates that it is meant to be the one speaking. So what have I discovered? That it is pretty much a perfect being! The Host is kind and nurturing, values creativity and positive thinking, and cares deeply about the environment. It thinks squirrels are cute, sea stars are amazing, and waterwheels are quaint. Above all else, it loves to rest and relax. And to think some players call it creepy!
That’s not all there is to this creature, though. That would be unrealistic. Did you really think the character dancing on the top screen of this puzzle game would be just a one-dimensional goody two shoes? Well, it’s THREE dimensional! Capable of sarcasm and cheekiness and that sort of stuff! For example, it’ll reveal an incredibly obscure term, only to follow up with “I can’t believe you knew that!”, or “but you already knew that, right? (wink)”.
Our host also has some rather particular thoughts on what is and isn’t cool, so if you want to impress it, you’d best listen closely here! It thinks that the act of riding a unicycle looks quite cool, but that snorkel goggles do NOT look cool. As such, we can assume that someone riding a unicycle while wearing snorkel goggles appears as average as average can be!
There is still so much to talk about with the delightful host of Picross 3D, but this post must end at some point, so it will here. I hope you have a newfound appreciation for this fascinating creature you likely had never seen in your life! But one last thing...
Much more well known than our host is Dr. Lobe, of Big Brain Academy! I mention him because not only is he also wonderful, but they have quite a lot in common! Both their games are part of the Touch! Generations label, and with all the fun facts the Picross 3D host provides, it’s clearly an intellectual. These two should be friends! They probably already are!
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Casey Valentine: About Her Future
A/N: This has been one hell of a ride! Talking about Casey and her life has been an amazing experience. There are many situations about her future that I haven't figured out yet, that's why I'm keeping things in a very limited timeframe (around 2 and maybe 3 years after the end of her residency). Thanks a lot to @openheartfanfics for organizing this event. I've had a blast!
Meet My MC || About Her Past || About Her Present
Casey has been leading the diagnostics team for over two years now. And things have changed a lot.
As soon as she assumed her new role, she was determined to make the team the core of a system that also involves the rest of the departments at Edenbrook. And she uses her friends for it.
Casey, Ines and Jackie are implementing a special program to evaluate interns and residents in order to discover outstanding doctors that may support the diagnostics team and other areas in the hospital after their boards. It follows a lot of the guidelines that Ethan used when they were interns, but it also gives selected residents an opportunity to assist the diagnostics team in some cases in order to improve their skills.
Elijah and Zaid became her go-to people when it comes to studies and reseach, especially in those cases where experimental treatments are the only option for patients.
Sienna quickly became a team favorite. As the best pediatrician at Edenbrook, every time the team receives a pediatric case, she is involved in the course of treatment of the patient. Casey is considering to offer her a permanent spot in the team.
Bryce's research skills when it comes to evaluate surgical options for patients are brilliant, so he frequently helps Harper by giving her second opinions on certain procedures. He also covers for her as member of the diagnostics team every time she's on leave.
When a patient needs rehab after some surgery, Rafael is the one in charge of the process. The results his patients achieve in their recovery are proof that he has all the profesionalism, the patience and the work ethics the team needs in their collaborators.
As per Baz and Ethan, Casey convinced them to keep collaborating with the team on an ocassional basis. They are one of the best immunologists and the best diagnostician in the country, so she needs their brains in her team, even if it's not permanently. They assist in the hardest and most enigmatic cases.
Despite all their efforts, the team can't accept every case they receive. And that's when Kenmore help is appreciated. A year ago, Tobias, Casey and Aurora developed a collaboration project between the diagnostics teams of both hospitals, which now allows both Edenbrook and Kenmore to help twice the amount of people they used to assist when they worked separately.
Of course, none of this would be possible without Ethan's help. As Chief of Medicine, he has the power to approve most of Casey's projects, so he's been making a very good use of a position that he wasn't convinced to accept at first. It's definitely been a win-win situation when it comes to team work between Dr. Ramsey and Dr. Valentine.
Despite of them being very private when it comes to their personal lives, there is no doubt that Casey and Ethan are relationship goals. If seeing them working together in the past was a delight, the way they've been ruling Edenbrook after becoming official has certainly helped them become the power couple the hospital needed.
Because you can definitely tell they're not only great partners, but also each other's best friend. Their nonverbal communication skills are at a whole different level and they certainly boost each other in a way you can tell they're the best thing that has ever happened to the other. They're in love and it shows.
That's why no one was surprised when, after 8 months of becoming official, they decided to move in together.
But everybody was surprised when Ethan proposed only a few months afterwards. Except for his dad and her brother (who were the only people who knew about his plans), literally no one saw it coming, not even Casey (because yes, Ethan has mastered the art of surprising her).
They almost canceled the wedding... twice. The stress of their jobs plus the chaos that involves planning a wedding was beginning to affect their wellbeing as individuals. It wasn't a big issue for any of them: Casey never cared about having a ring on her finger and they both knew that nothing about their relationship would change if they didn't sign a piece of paper, as they were certain they had sealed the deal a long time ago.
The thought of an elopement also crossed their minds... and right when they were about to do it, Sienna came up with a brilliant idea to save their original plan: a micro wedding, that took place 6 months ago.
These newlyweds like saying they have a family of four: Ethan's dad and Casey's brother are pretty much the only relatives they have, so they consider them part of their household. They even have their own rooms in their new home in Boston!
They'd both agree that getting used to wear a ring has probably been the hardest part of their marriage, even when they cared about buying bands that were "compatible" with their jobs. But they are pretty sure that if they take it off, they'll end up losing it, so they kind of gave up. They expect to get used to it over time.
When they're not at work, they love exploring all the hidden gems that Boston has to offer. They've found a bunch of great places thanks to Rafael's recommendations, but they have also discovered a lot of new places by themselves. That doesn't mean they don't enjoy a good date at home after an exhausting day at work or getting lost and disconnecting from the world for a full weekend without telling anyone where they are.
This philosophy of discovering new places also applies to their holidays. Sometimes they'd go to well-known places, but they both agree that their favorite trips are those where they visit underrated destinations. Of course, they also leave a few days to visit Alan in Providence and to go to Casey's home in Virginia.
Kids? They have talked about it, but they don't feel ready to take that step yet. Not only their jobs are very demanding, they both have some baggage they need to get rid of before thinking about becoming parents. They're not in a hurry though, they're convinced that everything happens for a reason... they are happy, and that's all that matters.
She may not live with them anymore, but the roomies (and the rest of the gang) are still incredibly close. Casey still has lunch with whoever is available almost every day, and they still have a booth with their names on it at Donahue's.
When Casey moved in with Ethan, they didn't search for a new roomie. With the exception of Sienna, they all were attendings, so it was easier for them fo afford Casey's part ot the rent. They decided to turn her room into an office they all use a lot.
And none of them has the intention to leave their apartment any time soon. Housing in Boston is incredibly expensive, and they know none of them could afford a place like the one they have by themselves. This also gives them a chance to get rid of their med school debt a little faster.
Jackie, Aurora, Sienna and Casey also host a "girls just want to have fun" event at the apartment whenever Elijah visits his parents. It's a bonding tradition they started during their residency and they have no intention to finish any time soon. Sometimes, Kyra (when she is in town), Ines and Angie join them as well.
Bryce is the person she relies on when she needs a brotherly figure. She can definitely see a lot of her brother on him, and he always seem to have the right answer to everything. He also had to get a bigger place, as Keiki returned to Boston after being accepted at Harvard. Casey and Jackie guided her to attend med school... and convinced her to become a diagnostician.
The gang never knows when Kyra is going to make some surprise visit. She's been travelling around the world for a long time now, but she's been back home a few times for special ocasions. The last time they saw her was for Casey and Ethan's wedding.
Sienna and Casey have been exchanging recipes for a while now. Casey can cook to survive, but Ethan takes cooking to a whole new level, so Sienna usually comes to the rescue when her bestie needs help.
Casey is also playing matchmaker between Sienna and Rafael. She has been observing the way they look at each other for a while, and she's convinced they would make the cutest couple ever. Because beautiful souls deserve to be together. So yeah, she most definitely will introduce Sienna and Rafael's vovo very soon with some "help me cook dinner" excuse.
Tags: @adiehardfan @izzyourresidentlawyer
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BSD x university au hc’s | pt. 2
part 2 of the university au hc’s !! i am obviously a slut for chuuya and fyodor so don’t mind me. i hope you guys like this !!
check out pt. 1 here
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Akutagawa Ryuunosuke:
i love akutagawa ryuunosuke my angst child but i’m just like ‘hmmmmmmm’ when it comes to what his course would probably be
after extensive research aka reading his character page on wiki i feel like maybe he’d be a history major because,,,, he likes antiques?
well his clothes do seem very dark academia-esque and i can see him liking something as cool as history
akutagawa’s probably into something like war history but he’s not weird about it he just finds it really cool how different strategies work or analyzing what exactly makes the winners win
he absolutely HATES the fact that he keeps having to read the Iliad for class
he’s also that classmate who INTENSIVELY DEFENDS achilles for being a bit of a little bitch (but he fully agrees that patroclus and achilles were gay af ok this was random moving on)
akutagawa has practically no social life. he doesn’t go to parties, he doesn’t talk to his roommate, he doesn’t even like to eat in the dining hall
BUT he absolutely loves being in debate team because WINNING
he’s such a nightmare to work with though but he just delivers so well when it’s time for him to speak. like, if he’s on a negative and it’s time to hash out rebuttals, just prepare to get MURDERED
other debaters: “esteemed scholars and adjudicators...”
akutagawa: “you, sir, have no idea how wrong you are.”
that is until dazai decided to randomly show up at a debate tournament all ‘la di da da’ like and completely crushed akutagawa along with his ego
from then on he started stalking dazai and just SOMEHOW managed to end up in his circle of friends
even though he’s antisocial in real life, akutagawa 100% runs a dark academia aesthetic blog on tumblr i’m right and i don’t accept criticism
it’s actually really good he has a ton of followers and even does requests for moodboards if someone asks nicely
atsushi was the one who actually found out about it but he’s nice so he didn’t tell akutagawa about it
kunikida probably follows that blog
Chuuya Nakahara:
if this part sounds like i’m just thirsting for chuuya then you’re absolutely right i love wine man
don’t get mad at me but i can ABSOLUTELY SEE HIM MAJORING IN FASHION DESIGN I MEAN LOOK AT HIM
he’s just always had such a good eye for fashion and he’s veryyy meticulous when it comes to snipping and putting together clothes
chuuya also carries a sketchbook full of designs and his drawings look amazing and he isn’t afraid to just show them off
that said he doesn’t dress like a tired uni student at all, like he just always looks so on-point and unbothered by his five million deadlines
dazai: chuuya, i said this was a CASUAL LUNCH
chuuya, dressed in what looks like silk pajamas: THIS IS CASUAL
tbh if he just wore a white t-shirt and jeans i would die maybe he’s actually saving us from this ordeal
he has so much talent though as a designer he’s probably had several internships with design companies all throughout his years at uni
i feel like chuuya’s also really active in extracurriculars and has been in leadership positions in some of them (he probably runs the student org for fashion design)
chuuya in a student band though oh my gosh i can’t breathe i can’t breathe him as a VOCALIST?? and wearing torn jeans and eyeliner and that same hat in concerts ican’t brEATHE
okay in all honesty he would thrive being in a band chuuya loves the attention and the creativity of being able to design their whole look and write songs
tbh i don’t know if he’d have a roommate chuuya’s probably the type who’d rather have one of those single rooms or just rent a flat for him to stay in even after graduation
because his social life is super vibrant, he does have a lot of friends and he does make an effort to get to know all of them individually
but he’s more open around those who he’s been friends with for a really long time and as much as he’d like to say dazai isn’t one of them, he is
also chuuya is definitely the type to party hard during the weekends and has more than once crashed in someone’s house after drinking too much (dazai drew on his face on more than one occasion)
Oda Sakunosuke:
i love this man SO MUCH you guys have no idea i would literally die for him
100% this guy majors in creative writing because this is supported by FACTS and not just me wanting to be coursemates with him in this fictional world
super serious and diligent with his work especially since he’s passionate about writing. he loves to read in his spare time and is such a fan of classic novels about social realism or philosophy
oda spends 99% of his time in second-hand bookshops that the owner probably knows him by name at this point
he’s super old school when it comes to writing though, like he still keeps and writes in a notebook before typing it up on a laptop and no matter how many times dazai tells him its impractical, oda just keeps doing it
lmao whenever workshops come around he’s super nice with his critique. i bet a lot of his fellow classmates like sending their writing drafts to him
he draws smiley faces and always adds ‘nice work’ on people’s drafts omg i love odasaku
he’s such an old soul, he probably doesn’t do a whole lot of partying but he likes more quiet, private social events like drinking with close friends or just hanging out and talking at other people’s houses
he and dazai probably met when dazai decided to take an intro to creative writing class and wrote a long poem about double suicide on his first day that kind of put off everyone in the class from wanting to sit with him
odasaku was the only one who wasn’t exactly bothered but he did give dazai some comments to help him with his poetry and dazai instantly wanted to be his friend
in terms of extracurricular life, i can definitely see odasaku joining a writing organization and even the campus newspaper. he does find joy in interviewing students for newspaper articles
he’s also pretty into photography and uses a really old, second-hand camera that he bought at an antique store and fixed himself. at one point he won a prize in a contest
odasaku would be the best roommate. he’s super sensitive to when you have a bad day and will invite you to sit on his bed and hug his pillow and talk about your problems
scratch that, everyone talks to odasaku about their problems and now your room is like a therapist’s office
Edgar Allan Poe:
i swear this was the only gif i could find other than actual edgar allan poe
ANOTHER CREATIVE WRITING BUDDY AHHH I WOULD LOVE TO BE BESTIES WITH HIM AHHH
well actually i feel like since he’s super ambitious and already has a fixed idea on the stuff he likes to write, he’d probably double major in something like forensic science because he’d use it to write his mystery novels
omg that’s where he meets ranpo and now pretty much every main character poe writes is slightly based on on ranpo
it’s a problem. his professor brings it up more than once during his classes but it’s poe’s Thing now
he also has such an unending passion for gothic literature and he wears those white, long-sleeved blouses and waistcoats on a REGULAR BASIS
chuuya probably saw him once and was like ‘hmm, i could pull that off’
poe’s daily route is just going to the library and to class and then go home and that’s about it
he ended up working as a student assistant at the library because he’s just super familiar with the book collections and it’s a job that’s peaceful and quiet
more than once though, he’d just be really in-deep with his writing to the point that he doesn’t even notice that the library has closed or that he hasn’t eaten the entire day
that’s alright though because ranpo always passes by the library at night to check on his friend and (reluctantly) give him some snacks
also since poe’s pretty much a recluse, he doesn’t go to any social event UNLESS it’s a halloween-themed one
he loves going all out with his costumes because he’s a Drama Queen like that but the problem is he keeps dressing up as gothic novel characters and nobody gets it
dazai, trying to guess his costume: umm,, Two-Face from Batman?
poe: IT’S DR. JEKYLL AND MR. HYDE
there was this one time when poe took it upon himself to host the halloween party and it was EPIC
he basically designed it as a murder mystery night wherein everyone who came pretended to be guests at a house and then a murder happened
the only problem was that ranpo was conspiring with poe and it was pretty much unfair
except for the fact that ranpo was frustrated at how bad everyone was at deducing that he ended up solving the mystery for them
Fyodor Dostoevsky:
one of my favorite scenes of him in s3 was of fyodor playing the cello because god damn that is beautiful and therefore i am hc-ing him as a music major and you can’t tell me otherwise
fyodor is an absolute music genius and he was definitely scouted by the university’s music program and then he was granted a scholarship (because in this ideal university, the arts are valued)
he purposely decided to go to a university rather than a music conservatory because he’s also interested in learning a bunch of other things
aside from his music classes, he ventures into comparative literature and philosophy, even a bit of computer science at some point
people always assume that since he’s a music major he probably wouldn’t do well in other subjects but SURPRISE BITCH
anyway, fyodor’s a genius because god clearly has favorites
aside from attending class, he’s even part of an official orchestra and has even landed a few solos
that said, he’s quite busy and very preoccupied in his own work to actually have a social life either
you’ll often find him rehearsing by himself in an empty classroom for hours and hours on end (someone pls bring him food he’s also the type to forget to eat or even drink water)
if you are able to catch him perform at an orchestra or just practice by himself, it’s quite a mesmerizing sight. his eyes are often closed so he could focus on the sound alone and his fingers move so elegantly along the neck of the cello
(sorry i just love people who play any form of stringed instrument)
fyodor also takes such good care of his cello. also he would probably kill you on the spot if you touched his bow
he has a fairly small group of friends and they like playing chess together (even though fyodor is better than all of them) and just talk about um,, idk philosophy and stuff (whatever it is smart people do idk i’m not one of them)
i have a feeling he actually follows akutagawa’s dark academia blog and loves his content, even to the point of requesting ‘cello player moodboards’
also because he’s a cello player he needs to take care of his fingers so he wears gloves a lot (idk why i find this hot)
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