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mayasaura · 3 days

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It really dawned on me watching episode 17, just how important this sequence of events is to Kabru and Laios' relationship, and how. Well. That's for a different post. I want to keep this one free of spoilers. (Certified Safe For Anime Only™)(There are spoilers for episode 17, tho. Obviously.)

Kabru's main concern has been, at least in part, revealed. He wants to figure out if Laios is capable of defeating the dungeon, and, if so, if Laios can be trusted with the power that might confer. The answer to his first question is simple. Yes. If anyone can defeat the dungeon, it's Laios.

The second question is where things get interesting. Can Laios be trusted with power?

In the aftermath of Laios' first fight with Toshiro, Kabru learns that while Laios has no particular respect for the law or conventional wisdom, he does have the humility to consider that his judgment might be flawed if he encounters conflict with someone he respects.

That is the face of a man taking notes, and I think he's making a cautious mark in Laios' favor. Laios doesn't really understand Toshiro's opinion, but he's listening.

Then, in the fight with the Falin-Dragon chimera, Kabru voices dissent—disgust, even—with Laios and Marcille's priorities.

You can practically see the Dragon Age style approval rating drop. Kabru disapproves. Minus fifteen hearts. If it had ended like this, I think Kabru would have lost all interest in Laios. Someone who would sacrifice a dozen lives out of sentiment can't be trusted.

Laios' response, and the way it builds on Kabru's earlier observation, is crucial.

He listened. And even better, he didn't listen blindly. He applied critical thought to Kabru's argument. What Kabru hears from him isn't just "I'm sorry, you were right," but also, "I understand and respect your position and priorities, and here's a very good argument for why killing what I still consider to be my sister is not in our best interest."

He processed Kabru's criticism and came to his own conclusions, and he did it fast. Not only that, but he's right. Kabru hadn't considered the potential consequences of killing the chimera.

Laios proved in this one exchange that he 1) isn't blinded by either his pride or his prejudice, 2) has the strength of character to not just fall back and surrender to someone else's judgment when he's uncertain, and 3) is smart enough to tactically outhink Kabru.

This is why Kabru is so invested in Laios liking him that he forces himself to eat the harpy omlette. This is why Kabru takes Laios' hand and makes sure he knows he wants to see him again. He doesn't understand Laios, and he still has strong reservations about him. Laios' interest in monsters scares him. But Laios has proved to Kabru that he might be capable of being the person Kabru needs him to be.

Top Ten Pictures Of The Moment He Won You Over (Taken Just Before Disaster).

#dungeon meshi #dunmeshi spoilers #kabru of utaya #laios touden #we get a LOT of information to process in episode 17 #but Kabru's motivations as I present them here are supported by both his statements in the sea serpent episode and his thoughts in this one #I don't want the post to get any longer so I'm just gonna trust you all to either trust me on that or go back yourselves to verify #delicious in dungeon #labru #sort of

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aajjks · 2 days

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Blurred Lines (m)

synopsis: the lines are blurring- you’re forbidden but he has to have a taste.

paring. soft!yan best friend!jk x Reader

warnings. yändêrê,, flüff, obsèssïvè thöüghts, lôvèsïck jk, DÏRTY thöüghts,, Jungköök is sö nöt pürè LMÁÔ büt wbk.

note. heh. ENJOY AND SEND ASKS FOR HIMMMM ILY GUYS.

DO NOT ROMANTACISE THIS BEHAVIOUR AND I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOUR IRL AND THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND THIS FIC DOES NOT REPRESENT BTS OR JUNGKOOK AS A PERSON.

You’re the one he loves and maybe he’s too late to realise it, you’re singles, yes. But he just got out of a great relationship and you’d never date your best friend.

An angel that was sent in jungkooks dark, plain life to light it up with its radiatingly angelic existence. before you, it was all dark and smoky around him, the constant chaos, bad relationships and gleaming was starting to taint his entire life but then you were always there…

His savior, his salvation. His best friend, YN LN. yes, his YN, the girl of his dreams. Jungkook loves you so fucking much. His love for you is indescribable. Really, he is so devoted to you, but being your devotee was the least he was doing...you were a goddess, you deserved someone better than him.

A lot better, pure. Jungkook knew that he didn’t deserve you, you are like a forbidden fruit that’s so tempting to taste.

Becoming your best friend was a start...for something more...way more that jungkook craved so much. But… he never dared to cross the line, and then Dakhyung came.

He tried to suppress his emotions and feelings for you, how could he love you, his best friend.

But the truth is..

Jungkook is in love with you, his best friend. he has been loving you. His world revolves around you. the most random things you talk about are so lovely to hear...your voice is so soothing.

It soothes jungkooks inner demon that threats to come out and take over him. the one that’s so into you.

Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N Y/N and Y/N.

Maybe his interest in you was partly responsible for her cheating on him.. maybe, she didn’t like you.. her loss.

“Kookie!!” Jungkook blinks, Finally pulled back to reality. He tilted his head to look at you, and his mind goes blank.

God, you are so pretty, so fucking beautiful. You are a masterpiece, God’s greatest creation, God’s biggest masterpiece. “KOOKIE!”

“Y-Yes!?” This time a soft smile finds its way to his lips and his cheeks heated up in embarrassment. “yes YN?” You huff in annoyance. “What are you thinking so deeply about, kook. I’ve been calling you for the last 17 minutes.” If it was even possible, his cheeks felt more heated.

if only you kn- “got a crush or something kook? Or thinking about the bitch?”

You interrupt the trail of his thoughts once again. he looks up at you in surprise, his dark doe eyes wide with his mouth agape.

“Fuck Dakhyung.” He refers to his now ex girlfriend. He hates her, to be fair he never loved her, the relationship was rushed, she wanted to be with him and… he was too scared to ask you out.

Dumb move.

But then she cheated on him, what a whore.

“w-what?!” he stutters, his heart threatening to explode in his chest. “What, What kook. A crush. Perhaps you have a crush since you’re so distracted these days...” on your face was a mischievous smile that made him scared.

But she really did him a favour by freeing him.

what if you knew? did his friend tell you? that fucker— “w-why do you think I-I have a crush? How’d you know... Yn.” Jungkook looked everywhere but at you.

“I just got cheated on yn!”

now, don’t get jungkook wrong. He loves you a lot...like it was probably unhealthy. But he hated just how smart you were.

But then again, it is also so hot.

Jungkook shakes his head at his lewd thoughts. Now was not the time. Jungkook liftes his head up to see you so close to his face.

eeeeekkk!

“Y-Y-Yn!!! W-What are you doing!?” With your face so close to his, jungkooks breath hitches in his throat. you really are Gods most magnificent creation. and...

you smell so fucking good. peachy, his favorite scent. “jungkooooookie is innnn looooveee!~” the way your mouth moves was so attractive, your lips were so plump.

So pink and glossy, his mouth was salivating at the sight. nice lipgloss.

Damn your glossy pretty lips.

what does it taste like? Oh he desperately he wishes he could know. His gaze is set on your lips as he forces his frozen mind to think logically.

No! Jungkook is not a pervert. You are pure. He inhales loudly while scolding himself mentally.

Now. is. not. the. time. jungkook.

He closes his eyes and gulpes. These thoughts are haunting, how would your lips feel against his? your soft skin would be heaven to touch…

Just look at you.

stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop stop— fuck it.

“Y/N can i kiss you?”

maybe he isn’t as pure as he thought.

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dudeitiskarev · 1 day

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Maybe Someday | Ch. 1

A Spencer Reid mini series

Chapter summary: After seventeen years, you show up in Spencer’s life. Or rather, he comes and find you.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x female reader

Rating: M

Tags/warnings: 4x7 spoilers; mentions of suicide; reader is a sex worker.

Word count: 1.7k

Author’s note: my beloved secret Spencer series is coming to light 🥹 she’s been mine for two years and I decided it was time to wrap it up and share it. This is the first chapter of 13 (+ and epilogue) and chapters are around 800 words to 3k so it should be an easy read! I hope you like this first part and I’d love to know what you think! Mwahhh

SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST

When a case unlocked memories in Spencer’s gifted brain, he expected everything to go as he suspected: so wrong.

It didn't quite go wrong. He got the answers he needed, but not the ones he truly wanted. He was wrong about everything, something he wasn’t used to.

The good thing was that his father wasn’t a murderer after all, and at least it was over.

Or almost over.

Thirteen minutes until midnight and the only reason Derek and Rossi agreed to drive Spencer to the darkest alley in Las Vegas was Garcia’s fault.

"Are you sure about this, Reid?” Morgan asked, turning on the SUV blinkers and glancing at Spencer through the rearview mirror.

“I really wish you’d stop asking me that.” Spencer unbuckled his seatbelt, ready to step out of the car.

Derek sounded like a broken record by now.

“Look, kid, we’re just trynna’ help.” He softened his voice. “Case is over. You can let it go now.”

The Riley Jenkins case was, in fact, over. Although letting it go was the last thing Spencer could do when last-minute Garcia filled him in about a person that wasn’t really involved in the case, but was connected to it to some extent: you.

“We don’t even know if she’s gonna be here,” Morgan continued. “She could be dead by now.”

“Yeah, and being here is the only way I could find out.”

Rossi had never seen Spencer like this, so he had to ask, “What’s with the sudden interest?"

"I don't know." Spencer lowered his tone.

All he knew was that there were more memories he needed to unlock, even if they led to something he would’ve been better off without knowing.

“Alright.” Derek raised his perfect brows in defeat. “We'll stay here. Call us if you need anything."

“And make it quick,” Rossi added. “Or else we’ll miss our flight.

"I will.” Spencer stepped out of the car, looked both ways, and jogged his way to the other side of the street—determined to find you.

According to Penelope’s recent discovery, you were related to the molester—Gary Michaels—and that fact was enough reason for Spencer to extend his stay for a few more hours. He just needed to know if you were okay. Alive.

“Look at that, neighbor,” Garcia had teased him during the phone call that morning. “She used to live five houses away from you.”

Images of a girl came to him as soon as Penelope said your name. You used to wear red shoes to school and… that’s all he knew. All he remembered.

He tried to dig up some more memories while his long steps took him to the street where he somehow knew he’d find you.

And he was right.

There you were, standing alone in a corner, pulling your jacket and purse close to your body. It was chilly, and your clothes barely covered any skin. You looked exactly how he thought you'd look after all these years—17 to be exact.

Same features, just… more grown.

Every word he knew flew away with the soft breeze of the night. You were alive, and he smiled to himself at the thought of you being more than a forgotten memory now.

He brushed his hair out of his forehead and hesitated whether to walk up to you and ask you how you’ve been or if he simply should be satisfied with knowing you were still skin and bones and let it all go.

He paced back and forth for a whole minute, thinking about the pros and cons of a still hypothetical conversation with you.

"It's $300 an hour, pretty boy." Your sweet voice blared around the empty street. “Only handjobs.”

Spencer looked around to see who you were talking to. There was no one else.

It was so foreign to hear someone other than Morgan calling him a pretty boy. More so when you didn’t even turn around to actually think he was a pretty boy or not.

He slowly made it closer to you with both hands inside his pockets. "Uh, I don't—” Spencer cleared his voice once he was a few steps away. “I'm not looking for—"

"Then leave me alone.” You were quick to cut him off. “I'm working."

Oh.

He reached for his badge and flipped it open even when you hadn’t bothered to turn around. “I’m with the FBI, is it okay if I ask you a few questions?”

Your body froze for a moment but didn’t turn to give him a single glance.

“Look, I already talked to the cops. If this is about Trent and his stupid–”

“It’s about your uncle. Gary Michaels.” Spencer cut you off with the softest voice.

Your body stiffened, and after a moment, you finally turned to him, giving him your full attention. "What about him?"

Spencer gulped at the way you reacted—at the clearer sight of your face, too. Furrowed brows, clenched jaw, incredibly pretty, and the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen—he was sure his heart skipped a beat.

He swallowed thickly again before asking while wringing his hands. “How close were you two?”

“We weren’t. Why?”

“They found the remains of his body.”

Your only response was an audible breath that slipped through the twitch of a smile.

It was relief.

“Thanks for letting me know.” You nodded politely.

That smile seemed to be the end of the conversation but he didn’t want it to be over yet. “I heard about your brother, too,” he then blurted out.

You scoffed as if he’d told you the funniest joke. “Is that what you’re bringing up to keep the conversation going? My dead brother?”

Another brave step brought him face-to-face with you. “I heard that they found some letters from him.”

“Sorry?” You raised your brows as your eyes widened.

“Letters. Handwritten letters. They’re sti–”

“I don’t wanna know, alright?” You cut him off, lifting your palm and signaling him to stop talking. “I don’t need that. He made his decision years ago and I… I don’t need that.”

He said your name to get your attention once more, but every time he opened his mouth, he got closer and closer to setting off a grenade.

“What is this? Some interrogation?” You raised your tone. “Who even are you?”

"I'm Spencer Reid.”

Your face softened as soon as he said his name—like he’d pinned back in the grenade—enough reason for him just to keep talking.

“I’m pretty sure we were neighbors when we were kids,” he added.

You arranged your features to your already usual frown and stared as you said, “I remember you.”

You did?

“What do you want from me, Spencer?" You then added.

What did Spencer want? There wasn’t anything else to solve.

"How have you been?" He merely asked.

You forced a smile and looked away for a second. “Better now that I know Gary’s dead.” Then you turned to him again and stared again, this time with curious eyes. “How did he die? Exactly?” You tilted your head.

“He was beaten to death.” He raised his brows.

“Was that… recent?”

“No, it happened years ago.” He gulped for the eighth time before adding, “Let me ask you this, did he ever do anything to you? Or your brother?”

“I don’t see how that matters now.” You looked down.

“He’s dead, but he’s still under investigation. So we’re still gathering information about him.”

You hummed, shaking your head. “He barely even talked to me, thank god. He only liked boys. He really, really liked my brother.”

“I see.” Spencer narrowed his eyes.

Silence filled the space between you and him. It seemed as if memories were flashing right before your eyes.

“We lived with our grandma,” you began. “And when she heard about how his son was a child molester, she, uh, she killed herself. She couldn’t bear being responsible for such things,” You said, looking into the void.

And then you lost your brother in the same way.

Spencer’s chest tightened.

"What happened after?” He asked.

“No one wanted to look after us. We were troubled kids, so we ended up in an orphanage. Curtis was two years younger than me. He hung himself before turning sixteen. He’d been depressed since we were kids and I guess he couldn’t do it anymore. And I couldn’t keep living in the same place my brother died so one night I… just ran away.”

Spencer assumed you’ve been on your own ever since, and the tough shell you put out into the world was there to protect the little girl with red shoes.

“That’s all the information I have. I don’t know what else you need to know but you won’t find it with me.” You sighed. “So if you’re done, please leave. You’re scaring away my customers.”

A car passed slowly in front of you. By the look on the man’s face, he needed the service you provided and Spencer would stay next to you all night if it meant you’d be safe from those kinds of men.

There was something about you being all alone that didn’t feel right.

“I can help you get out,” he said.

You laughed. You really laughed then. You had a cute, contagious laugh. Spencer’s lips tugged at the corners into a small smile.

“You’re cute.” You wiped a fake tear off the corner of your eye. “I don’t know what makes you think I want to get out.”

“I can see it in your eyes.”

“Oh, really?” You stood right in front of him with a challenging stance. “What do you see in my eyes?”

Everything about you was intimidating—from your eyes to your voice, even the way you blinked—and yet he wasn’t phased by it, or he didn’t let it show, at least.

“That you don’t wanna be here. That your family failed you. And if you were given the chance, you’d leave this place.”

“My eyes tend to lie a lot.” You raised your brows, scanning his face up and down. “I’m a good liar.”

“I’m sure you are, but they’re not lying to me.”

You scoffed, breaking the staring contest. “Look, I appreciate whatever you’re trying to do here but it’s not working. Just leave me the hell alone, alright?”

He couldn’t fight you anymore, but that didn’t mean he was going to give up easily.

“Call me if you need anything, okay?” He reached for his wallet and took out a presentation card, handing it to you. “Anything at all.”

You stared at it for a moment before accepting it. He gave you a tight-lipped smile and took a few steps backward, waving goodbye.

Something about the way your hand shook when you took the card told him he had to miss the flight and stay for another night.

I hope you liked this first chapter! I’d love to know what you think! Comments and feedback are much appreciated 😊

Next chapter one-sentence teaser👀:

(…)

“Spencer?” Your soft sob woke up all of his senses. “I’m a good liar and I lied earlier. I do need… to get out.”

(…)

I’m planning on posting 2 to 3 chapters a week depending on the engagement it gets 🥰

#Spencer Reid #spencer reid x reader #Spencer Reid x female reader #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid self insert #Spencer Reid x you #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x fanfiction

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reiding-writing · 2 days

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Hiii! Could i request prompts 17 and 23 from the angsty prompt list? It could have an angsty ending or a fluffy one, I'll leave that up to you!

Btw congrats on hitting such an amazing milestone and I cannot wait for you to accomplish your next one!!!!! <3333

FATE [CLIMACTERIC]

/feɪt/

17. “This can only end one way.”

23. “Just a little longer.”

WARNINGS: hostage situation, guns, injury, death

spencer reid x gn!reader || ANGST || 1.7k || event masterlist!!

a/n: enjoy :)

main masterlist!!

“This is a pretty nice gun you’ve got isn’t it?” Spencer’s revolver gleams under the hanging light bulb like it’s trying to taunt him, light and pliant in the unsub’s hand as he examines it with a raised eyebrow. “I always preferred the classics,” He gives a glance to your discarded 19mm with a narrowed gaze before turning his eyes back to Spencer. “You’ve got good taste,”

Spencer doesn’t reply to his comment, his eyes fixated on anywhere but above him so that he doesn’t have to look at the smug look on the unsub’s face as he taunts them. You don’t exactly share the same sentiment.

You’ve got your eyes locked straight onto his face with an absolutely heinous scowl riddling your features, leaving wrinkle lines in your eyebrows and a dark shadow underneath your nose. He never liked it when you looked like that, it didn’t suit you, he much preferred positivity on you, and he has no qualms in thinking that you preferred it too.

Apparently so did the unsub, his expression turning sour under your harsh glare and his already antagonistic demeanour heightening as a result. “Who do you think you’re looking at like that?”

If you weren’t tied down to a chair Spencer’s sure you would’ve ripped the man to pieces based on his tone alone. But you knew your boundaries, what to do and what to refrain from, and so you kept your mouth firmly shut as the unsub approached you with Spencer’s revolver in hand. “You think you’re strong because you’re in the FBI? That your badge makes you invincible?”

Your gaze doesn’t waver as he presses the barrel of the gun to the underside of your chin to force your gaze further upwards, but Spencer can tell in the way that your wrists shift against each other uncomfortably that your confidence is merely a facade to hide the waves of anxiety crashing over your body like a tsunami.

“Would you like me to prove that wrong?” The unsub’s voice drops a little as he leans down towards your face, sliding the barrel of the gun past your chin until the muzzle is pressed directly against your larynx with enough pressure to make you twitch unconsciously.

The way he pulls the hammer back with his thumb to turn the chamber with a loud click is enough for Spencer’s composure to break.

“Wait—” His tone is almost entirely desperation, and the unsub’s eyes flicker over to him with a glaze of amusement.

“Got something to say?”

Spencer did not think this through very well.

“Go on, spit it out,” The unsub lets his arm fall limp so that the revolver isn’t held at your throat anymore, but it’s clear that neither of you are in the clear as he gestures for Spencer to continue talking with the gun pointed in his direction instead.

“You don’t have to do this…”

“Reid—” You seethe his name through your teeth with a sharp but subtle shake of your head as a clear indication for him to stop talking.

This wasn’t the kind of person you try to negotiate with. You couldn’t talk someone like this off the ledge, you could only talk them over it. If either of you wanted to make it out alive you both needed to stay silent until SWAT arrived to get you both out of there.

The unsub seems more amused by Spencer’s attempt at negotiation than anything, a gravely laugh emanating from his throat. “We both know this can only end one way, why try and fight it?”

“We don’t deserve to die—” It sounds more like a plea than a statement, and all it does is elicit another laugh from the unsub.

“You know what? That’s bold, I respect that,” The unsub gestures towards Spencer with the gun still in hand, and he can’t help but flinch as it’s pointed in his direction. “Why don’t we make this a little more interesting hm? A little game?”

The unsub presses on the chamber release of the revolver and shakes out the bullets from inside it, leaving them to clatter over the floor. “I’m sure you’re both aware of the concept of russian roulette yes?” He bends down to pick up one of the discarded bullets to replace it into the chamber, clicking it closed and spinning it with his left hand.

“One shot at both of you, the bullet doesn’t fire, you both get to live, if it does, well, you know what happens,”

It sounds like a terrible deal from your point of view, you’d much rather keep trying to stall for time than play this stupid little game that will probably end with one of you not making it out of the building, but Spencer makes the decision for you with a sharp nod.

“Perfect,” The unsub gives Spencer a smile, a smile that rips right through him and makes him feel like he’s going to throw up. “Let’s get started shall we?” He pockets the gun for a moment to rearrange the chairs your bound to so that you’re sat facing each other instead of beside each other, close enough that your knees collide.

“Everything’s gonna be fine,” Spencer doesn’t even bother trying to lower his voice away from the unsub in his attempt at ridding the dread in your expression. “Just a little longer,”

You give him a short nod, pressing your lips together into a line as you try to convince him—and yourself— that you believe him.

“Very sweet,” You flinch as the unsub’s hand lands on your shoulder, and he extends the revolver over your other to point directly at Spencer’s face, leaning his own down to speak next to your ear. “Where should I aim hm? Should I shoot him between his eyes and put him out of his misery quickly, or should I go for his neck and let him bleed out for a while?”

You squeeze your eyes shut like it’s going to block out his voice, and Spencer tries to do it for you by talking over him. “The chances of it going wrong are less than twelve percent, even less for you at ten point eight, we’re both going to be fine—”

There’s a harsh click as the gun sounds next to the side of your face, and the two of you physically jump.

Then there’s a moment of silence and you pry your eyes open to see Spencer still very much alive and well, if not more than mentally shaken.

“Would you look at that, fate is on your side today,” The unsub leaves your side to walk over to Spencer’s, squeezing his shoulder with his hand. “Looks like you get to go home, congratulations, I wonder if the same can be said about your friend here,”

You don’t know whether having the gun pointed at you was more or less anxiety inducing than being an unwilling bystander to watching Spencer on it’s receiving end, but either way you feel like your organs are failing just at the sight of it.

“There’s an eighty-nine point two percent chance that nothing happens,” Spencer shakes his head at the implication the unsub is laying out. “There’s really no point in even going through with it,”

“Is that right?” The unsub seems completely undeterred by Spencer’s attempt, resting his arm over Spencer’s shoulder with the gun extended only a few inches from your forehead. “Why are you nervous then? Surely if you’re so confident in your probabilities you wouldn’t be so scared,”

“Don’t listen to him. You’re going to be fine, I promise.” Spencer speaks with more conviction this time, his eyes narrowed in determination and not a waver present in his voice. “We’re both going to get out of here and leave all of this behind us.”

“Okay…” You take a small breath in through your nose with a nod. “I believe yo—”

There’s another click, then a much louder bang, and your sentence gets cut off before it can finish, a splatter of red echoing its finish as it sprays over the hardwood under your feet.

Everything is jarring silent for a second, and then your head and shoulders slump forward and there’s a sharp laugh of astonishment from the unsub, bouncing through Spencer’s ears and settling in one of the caverns of his mind to torment him at a later date.

“Wow, now that was something,” The unsub’s words are punctuated by small laughs, and he pats his hand against Spencer’s unmoving frame with all of the enthusiasm of if he’d watched a sports team score a point. “Did you see the way the blood spray came out of the back of their head? That was insane,”

Spencer didn’t respond to the unsub’s musings, no twitch of the eye or flare of the nose, he didn’t even blink, eyes solely locked on to your lifeless frame as you slumped over in the chair, held up only by the ropes still wrapped around your torso whilst the blood from your forehead dripped down onto your thighs.

He didn’t even have the mental capacity t feel relief at the sound of the building being swarmed by the SWAT team, less than two minutes from being there in time to get you both out of there alive.

To save you from Spencer’s misjudgement.

To save you from your blind trust in him that left you executed at the hands of his own revolver.

Fate had truly and utterly fucked him over.

#spencer reid x reader #spencer reid #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid angst #criminal minds angst #climacteric 🪶#sorry <3

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dsycop · 3 days

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WHAT'S HIDDEN FROM YOU?

PILE 1 : You may be gathering strength to let go of a toxic masculine, or you may be distancing yourself from this person right now. You are tired of this person's toxicity. This person may not have benefited your life. This person may have given you a headache. At the same time, this person may be "stingy". This person may have tried to control you. This person hasn't offered you what you want, and it doesn't look like they will. This person has also manipulated you. Your inner voice may be warning you about this person. I need to tell you that you need to listen to your inner voice. Something makes you feel uncomfortable. Some of you may think that this person will not let you go easily, and yes, this person may try to win you back through manipulation. This person is upset and wants to upset you too. This person may see relationships as a power play and wants to take power into their own hands. This person may come to you with an offer, but you need to use your logic. "Professional" echoed that word in my mind.

Significant Messages : Narcissist, Come back, 17:17, Hearts, Playboy, "love is not there", Sick, Bastard, Peanut butter, Luck.

PILE 2 : A fuck boy you know from the past wants to come to you. This person may have gotten you into a third party or tried to put you in a third party relationship. This person once gave you breadcrumbs. This person is not mentally healthy at all right now. He's afraid you've forgotten about him. He would love to make you an offer. He may want a relationship. This person doesn't want you to forget him. This person may be manifesting you. He doesn't want to come to you, he wants you to go to him. At the same time, this person is stalking you, and seeing you so happy, peaceful, and balanced may have bothered him because he is restless. This person may be obsessed with you. He sees you as his soulmate and has convinced himself of this very much. This person is suppressing his feelings for you, and this makes him very uncomfortable. At the same time, he would love to come to you, but he looks at the situation very desperately. In addition, this person may be experiencing karma. This person's mind is like a bomb ready to explode. Although this person sees you as a soulmate and wants to take a step, this person is someone who rejects change. 👁👄👁

Significant Messages : Breadcrumbs, Not today, Lovely, Please, Prisoner, Pride, Lust, Pennywise, Lack of confidence, Master, Peacock, Bralet.

PILE 3 : What is hidden from you is your potential. You are really a dream girl/boy person, but you don't realize it. You may be feeling lost after a past crush. You may have been stabbed in the back by a woman and you still feel that pain. You have lost all your balance. I see tears. You may have become depressed after this situation. I heard "I can't get over it". You still have hope, you are still waiting, for something that happened in the past. You may still be stalking people from your past. You may be planning to contact someone from your past, but it may not turn out the way you want. "Wrong timing". It may not be what you expect. Now you need to move forward. You need to leave your past behind. You hold a very strong grudge and hatred for someone from your past. YOU REALLY NEED TO MOVE FORWARD!!!! 🧡

Significant Messages : Last, "that's not the case", Deadly, "take no time", Baking Soda, "Why am I?" Broke, "Past is past".

#pick a card #pac #tarot #divination #pick a pile #tarot reading #tarot cards #tarotblr

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Placements that give off “cool” energy

Mars in Sagittarius: Sagittarian energy is care-free, explorative, and brave. Mars rules our primal desires, anger, and libido. Sag Mars are kind of reckless people; their desires have no boundaries. These traits are what makes them cool and fun to be around — when you’re not against them. You will not hold them down and keep the contained.

Moon in Cap & Aquarius: The Moon shows us how we emotionally react to things and can tell us about the lessons our Mothers taught us. From what I’ve experienced, Capricorn and Aquarius Moon people keep a cool and boss-like demeanor. Capricorn does not like to waste time sulking around in emotions and Aquarius is usually worried about impersonal subjects. Of course, it all depends on the aspects.

Sun conjunct Venus: The Sun is our pride and Venus is what we value and are attracted to. Usually, these people come off as charming and are aesthetically pleasing to look at. They can also take time into crafting an image or have really cool interest in general.

Mercury-Saturn: Mercury-Saturn aspects reply when necessary. They also like to think about things thoroughly. This makes them intelligent and helpful, recognizing communication as a useful tool.

Mars in Capricorn: A perfect placement for an entrepreneur. Mars is channeled into achieving something and going after what it wants.

Venus in Scorpio: Venus is aesthetics and values and Scorpio is intense and intimate. Their sense of loyalty—depending on the aspects—and intimacy overpowers them and this can make them a bit obsessive. But they also have magnetic attraction for some reason, from what I’ve seen.

Moon in Scorpio: Scorpio brings uncomfortable feelings to the Moon. This makes them a no bullshit kind of person.

Mars in Scorpio: Their desires are intense and they have an all or nothing attitude.

Sun in Aries: The Sun is charged by Aries—a sign that rules independence, primal desires, and bravery. These people usually have strong personalities - sometimes obnoxious. Like Sag Mars, they hate being bored, and usually like to make their own rules.

Capricorn Ascendant: The Ascendant contributes to our physical bodies and what energy we give off naturally. Cap Risings have the reputation of looking serious and older than their actual age—which is true, coming from a Capricorn Rising.

Sun in the 8H: The 8H deals with the vulnerable aspects of our lives—the moments that make us transform and rediscover a stronger part of ourselves. Sun in 8H individuals could have very strong and impressive personalities—coming from an 8H Sun person, we do.

Saturn-Pluto aspects: Usually weighed down by harsh circumstances—Saturn is our restrictions and limitations, Pluto is what controls us—they have an ability to change their circumstances through hard-work and patience. Boss Energy.

Honorable Mentions: Pluto in 1H. Sun in the 1H. Jupiter-Pluto. Sun in 5°, 13°, or 17°degrees. Sun-Saturn. Sun-Mars. Sun-Uranus. Scorpio Rising.

#astro observations #astrology #astro community #astro notes #astro placements #astrology observations #birth chart #natal chart #zodiac #rising sign

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BARCA FEMENI X TEEN READER PT 1

'when are you going to grow up' was on of the main things that was said to you during your time so far at Barca. Being 17 and the youngest on the team and the most cheekiest, pulling pranks regularly causing the rest of the team to get fairly annoyed. Although they couldn't get that annoyed with you, being viewed as the team baby it was safe to say they all had a soft spot for you. It wasn't just the fact that you still had braces or that you wore glasses most of the time, making you look like a child, it was your personality that they considered you a child for. Everyday you would come to training bubbling with excitement and muck around and make jokes with the girls, always having a smile on your face. Even though you were nearly an adult, that's not how your teammates treated you, always telling you to grow up after pulling a harmless prank or if you were to complain about something.

You remember the day at training where you really thought about what they said, after getting a scolding for tying mapi's shoelaces together for the 5th time that week, causing her to fall over every time. Alexia talked to you sternly, a pouting mapi standing behind her along with the rest of the team leaving you sitting boredly in your cubby.

"2 laps, now." she says coldly making the girls behind her laugh.

"w-what no, that's child abuse!" you say as you spring to your feet.

"now." she says again, you groan loudly before slowly walking out the change rooms alone. You quickly turn around and head back towards the changerooms after forgetting your water bottle, that's when you started overthinking.

"i can't wait for her to grow up" Mapi says teasingly with a laugh.

"aren't teenagers supposed to start maturing when there younger than 17?" lucy says jokingly causing the whole team to start laughing, they start talking again in spanish which you still can't understand. Not being taught or practicing over your time with the team.

You stood just outside the door, overhearing what they had all said. You knew you acted like a child most the time, but that was just you having fun. That's when you decided you needed to change, if the team thought of you as a child then you needed to start acting your age. You all had a few week break coming up, not to mention your 18th birthday happened to be mid way through, making you an official adult.

You thought about it more as you ran your laps, not realizing the team was only just walking out onto the pitch. With your mind working in overdrive you came up with a plan to change the way you acted and hopefully be as grown up as they expect you to be. You missed the confused glances being sent your way as you started running a third lap without realizing.

"y/n!" someone calls out, you don't register the yelling until your close to finishing the lap.

"i said two laps pequeña!" alexia's voice breaks you out of your trance as you start slowing down.

"oh uh sorry!" you call out with a fake smile, making your way to find a water bottle.

The rest of training consists of you running circles around the team, making the most of annoying them with your childish behavior until you completely change over break.

Once training ends you all walk back towards the changerooms, you break out into a run once you spot mapi.

"Mapi!" you yell as you jump onto her back causing her to slightly stumble but still catch you with a smile.

"i'm going to miss you" you say as you cling onto her back like a koala.

"it's only a few weeks pequeña" she says with a laugh as she drops you off at your cubby, causing you to cross your arms and pout.

"Ingrid and i can come over during break if it makes you feel any better" she says with a teasing smile.

"hmmm no. i wont miss you to the point you come to my house invited" you say with a smirk causing her to gasp. The couple usually showing up to your house unannounced as you live by yourself, obviously not entirely convinced that you can manage taking care of of yourself well enough.

"wowwwww i see how it is y/n" ingrid appears with an offended look as she starts tickling you. You laugh loudly grabbing the attention of the whole team as they start videoing the interaction, you get away quickly and run behind Ona.

"Alright that's enough" Alexia calls with a slight smile.

"Y/n, Ingrid stop being children and act your age" Alexia says again, causing ingrid to gasp.

"me?! Y/n's 17 and acts like she's 10 years old, and yet i'm acting like a child" ingrid says with a fake offended look.

Your smile falters a bit as ingrid speaks, not enough for it to be noticeable though. Your sick of being told you don't act your age, even when your just having fun. But that was going to change, once break was over they'll have nothing to complain about.

Saying goodbye to everyone you left the club and made your way home. Break had officially started and so did your plan.

Over the weeks a lot had changed, more than what you thought would. You ended up getting your braces off, your shined new white teeth making you look older already, also considering you turned 18 that same week. Now being an official adult. You also got rid of your glasses aswell, opting to wear contact lenses instead, you ended up going on a shopping spree and buying new clothes aswell. Changing from wearing hoodies, shirts and pants to jackets, crop tops and jeans. Knowing the team wouldn't approve of how much skin you would be showing.

Your appearance wasn't the only thing that changed aswell. It was safe to say that you matured a lot, your personality being the opposite compared to the last time you saw the team. You didn't joke around as much and stayed focused on what you were doing with no distractions. You didn't complain about things and instead got them done, your old bubbly teen self being replaced with a calm and matured adult. Being very productive over the few weeks and ready to get back to training, you didn't talk to the girls that much during break. Sending an odd text here and there but mostly being radio silent. You didn't even post on instagram which the girls thought was really concerning considering you usually spam it any second something interesting happened.

You woke up early on the first day after break, having to go to the club for a team meeting to go over new training schedules, meaning you could dress casual and go home right after.

Slowly getting out of bed and having a shower, choosing to wear a grey tank top that barley covers you stomach along with a pair of denim jeans. choosing a beige cardigan over top to cover the few tattoos you got on the day of the birthday with friends. Putting on some light make up and contact lenses in you style your hair down and get ready to leave.

(outfit)

(fine line tattoos)

"is the child still not here yet?" Ona says as she takes a seat next to lucy, being one of the last players to arrive. She's met with a few 'no's' as alexia speaks next.

"Did anyone visit y/n over break" she says with a curious look.

"Nah she was always busy with something, never had the time apparently" Mapi says deep in thought.

"That's strange, she normally jumps at the chance to have anyone over" lucy say with a confused look on her face.

"yeah she didn't text or post as much as usual aswell" Ingrid speaks up.

The room bursts into a conversation about your unusual behavior, it comes to a stop once the door opens.

"hola, perdon por llegar tarde" you say fluently, turns out you were actually a really fast learner and spanish just came easy to you.

The rooms falls dead silent as they all look at you shocked, all their mouths are hung open as they take in your new look. You make your way to your reserved seat between alexia and Lucy. Sat between them to make sure you payed attention and didn't muck around, although that wouldn't be a problem now.

"sorry? am i seeing things, you look strange" mapi mutters loud enough for everyone to hear.

"no i would hope not, but thanks i think?" you say calmly as you sit down and pull out your phone, if she were to say that weeks ago you would've retaliated and insulted her for commenting on the way you looked. It surprised them aswell, normally you would've acted out and been dramatic but seeing you not react was really something.

Before they could ask anymore questions the meeting had started, putting your phone away quickly and already paying attention you sat silently. Everyone sends each other confused and shocked glances as normally alexia would have to fight for your phone and force you to pay attention. It was shocking to everyone that you sat through a whole hour meeting, without saying a word and getting distracted the whole time.

The meeting had finally ended, you yawned and ran a hand through your hair, feeling the eyes of the team all on you.

"sooo y/n, how was break?" lucy was first to speak up.

"Yeah it was alright, what about you?" you asks genuinely with a small smile. Normally you would get over excited and ramble about every little thing you did throughout break, your short answer took them all by suprise.

"yeah, yeah it was good" lucy says taken aback.

"That's good" you say as you give her a charming smile before looking down at your phone, you quickly look up though as you hear a gasp and someone grips your chin, tilting your head up.

"The baby got her braces off!" Mapi says as she squeezes your cheeks, trying to get a better look at your teeth. soon enough the whole teams crowding you trying to get a look at your smile.

"i'm not a baby anymore mapi, i'm 18!" you say with a laugh, swatting her hands away causing her to pause and look at you with a horrified expression.

"No, you're 17. A child." she corrects you in disbelief.

" i turned 18 a few weeks ago, i'm officially an adult" you say smugly.

"You didn't tell us we missed your birthday!" Ingrid yells shocked, causing everyone to gasp.

"pequeña your supposed to tell us these things!" alexia speaks up with a guilty look on her face causing you to shrug.

"why? It's just a birthday, not that important" you say casually. Everyone looks at you with concerned and shocked expressions, your birthday was the one day of the year you were the most childish. Continuesly talking with a smile on your face, demanding attention and letting every person you see know it was your birthday.

Before they could talk to you more about it your phone rang, looking at the caller ID you try to fight back a smile, the whole team noticing how you smiled at the call.

"hola Jacob" you say with a smile, you kinda forget your in a room full of over protective teammates.

"Estoy bien gracias, ¿qué pasa?" you say after a few seconds.

"¿donde es la fiesta?" you ask curiously.

Alexia's curious look now turns stern at the mention of a party, so does the rest of your teammates.

"Sí, vale, ¿volveremos a tu casa o a la mía después?" you say with a cheeky smile.

It's like a switch flipped after you said that sentence. Them understanding that you were going to a party, with a boy. Instantly knowing what you were referring to when asking whose house to go to after the party.

"Ok adios, te amo" you say in a quiet voice hanging up the phone, you get lost in your thoughts for a minute, getting interrupted by a cough. You look up to be met with the teams cold glares, totally forgetting they were there you gulp.

"no" is all Alexia says

"huh what?" you look at her confused

"your not going to a party with a boy" she says crossing her arms sternly.

"And your not going to his house after" lucy mirrors alexia's expression as she stands infront of you.

You laugh a bit before standing up and stretching your arms, looking at them with a casual expression.

"yeah okay" you say yawning, typing away on your phone.

"we mean it pequeña, your to young for a boyfriend." Ingrid speaks up followed by mapi.

"especially to young to spend a night with a boy aswell" she says with a disgusted look.

"fine i won't go" you say with a sigh.

""wait really?" ona asks, not entirely convinced.

"yeah, i'll go to his house now instead" you say with a wink as you turn around and start walking towards the door.

"adios" you wave as you walk out.

You hear yelling from behind you along with a stampede of footsteps towards your car. Finally stepping out of the building and into the hot weather you take your cardigan off. Revealing both more skin and your new tattoos.

"Y/N WHAT IS THAT?!" Lucy yells as she runs up to you and grabs your arm just as you were about to open your car doors.

"That seems to be my arm Luce" you say sarcastically as she and the rest of the girls inspect your tattooed arm with shocked and angry expressions.

"When did you get these?!" Alexia speaks up mad.

"when i got sick of you all telling me to grow up and stop being a child" you say as you roll your eyes and sit in the drivers seat of your car, rolling down the window so you can still talk to them.

It suddenly clicks now, your new change has been to show them that you can act your age. That you're not a child anymore and shouldn't be treated like one.

"well if you excuse me, im going to get laid, you know, since i'm an adult and can make my own decisions. No permission needed." You say with a fake smile as you start reversing your car, making sure not to accidentally hit any of your teammates. You watch as their expressions darken and there left there shocked by your new attitude, driving down the street to somewhere they don't know the location of, for once.

That's what you thought, being the baby of the team they all had your location on there phones. knowing where u were 24/7 and making sure you weren't getting lost or had been kidnapped.

"stalk her location, we need to save her innocence while we still can!" Mapi yells quickly as she starts running towards her car. Everyone trailing behind and getting in their own cars to track you down.

Although you may look more grown up and officially be classed as an adult, you were still the baby of the team, and your teammates were still as overprotective as what they were before you had changed.

#woso x reader #woso community #fc barcelona #barcelona femeni

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heresylog · 2 days

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Is posthumous baptism a thing? I mean, as in, a person who had no opportunity to become baptized prior to death, but had accepted Jesus christ and did want to be baptized. Would that be worth anything since the ... [baptee?] Has since passed on?

Hi Wagyusaichi,

There is no point baptizing someone who is dead since their body and soul have been…disconnected.

Deathbed conversion aka imperfect or perfect contritions are valid, even if it seems unfair to us that someone can be sinful and horrible their whole life but can have a conversion of heart at the last second before death (Ezekiel 33:14-17). You don’t actually need to be baptized in order for this to happen, but it is nice.

For those who are already baptized Catholic but haven’t been practicing can have a priest do the sacrament of Anointing of the Sick.

#wagyusaichi #catholic #christianity #religion #not heresy #deathbed conversion #imperfect contrition #perfect contrition #baptism #anointing of the sick

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I have something to say, AVERY KYLIE GRAMBS IS NOT A SUPERMODEL. i've seen posts and fancasts of her and don't get me wrong they're beautiful, but they are not Avery (this is just my opinion, you can imagne her however you like). She's described as average 17 years old girl with green eyes and ashy brown hair not with some uniqe features, she's normal looking, and honestly that's what makes her extraordinary, she's not some godess you'll fall in love with first sight but a normal girl who's good at riddles, that's even more amazing than just having the looks bcs Hawthrones fell in love with her character and personality. (readers too) btw i'm not saying Ave's ugly at any point.

#this doesn't make sense #avery grambs #the inheritance games #the final gambit #grayson hawthorne #the hawthorne legacy #the grandest game #savannah grayson #gigi grayson #the hawthorne brothers #the brothers hawthorne

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❝let me take care of you, baby.❞ ❥︎ collegebf!eren x reader

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

synopsis: it was nearing finals, and you avoided your boyfriend -- eren -- like the plague. and boy, was he was worried for you. your normally cheerful demeanor dwindled to something snarky, something avoidant. all you did nowadays was study till your brain rotted, and it made you a bitter person. he was waiting for the day you'd collapse, and the moment you did, it was worse than he expected. good thing he was there to take care of you. to pamper you because you were his baby.

*contains suggestive content!! advise against reading if you're under 17. minors will be blocked, so please dni if you're one!

key: e/c -> eye color

・┆✦ʚ♡ɞ✦ ┆・

hey y'all!! 💌

again, not sure how the whole tumblr thing works. i'm experimenting and trying out writing for fun, so please be kind. i was pretty out of it when i wrote this, so ignore any typos or inconsistencies. also, bear with our y/n. she's crafted this way for a reason.

it's my first time writing a short fic/drabble, and i did this as more of an experiment. i welcome feedback but please be kind with your words. i am just learning and finding out what works for me.

anyways, hope you enjoy lovelies!

best,

~ nene

The past few weeks had been a living hell.

Not because of the finals nearing round the corner, or because of the two hours of sleep you were getting per night; not because of the crude professors who made it their life mission to assign a million projects when the quarter was about to end; not because of your parents who did not give two shits about your mental health.

It was the distance you were maintaining with Eren that made it the hardest.

He was worried for you. You could tell by the way his eyebrows would furrow when you would decline yet another plea to relax, or the way his eyes conceringly flitted to your scrunched posture whenever you'd cuss at yourself, or the way he would gently, tenderly... remove your hands that tended to roughly rake through your hair when anxious.

Your breaking point was nearing, and he was holding himself back from embracing you right then and there. He was not one to interfere, but he wanted to take care of you, to ease the burden off your shoulders and reassure you that your studying would amount to great achievements. But he didn't know how to reach you. You were so caught up in your bubble of self-sabotage and pressure that you shut the rest of the world out, including him.

But he didn't want to be "the rest of the world." He would wallow in your bubble too, only if you'd let him in.

"Fucking deratives will be the end of me," he heard you seethe from your position on his gaming chair. The both of you were currently cooped up in his room, with him scrolling through TikTok and occasionally glancing at you while you revised and revised till your eyes were sore.

Eren's roommate flew out, which left the place to himself. He lured you here stating it would be better to study at his place with "no distractions" compared to your apartment with Hitch, who was quite the gossip and hinderance.

As you highlighted yet another section, you felt his eyes raking down your figure.

You were engulfed in his oversized grey hoodie, wearing nothing but a flimsy cotton bra and matching underwear underneath. Your hair was messily thrown up in a bun, a few strands tickling your forehead here and there, to which you frustratedly blew from your periphery. Lilac crescents embedded themselves into your under-eyes, followed with bags entailing sleep deprivation. One bare leg was propped up as you rested your chin on your knee and swung the other absentmindedly.

If you didn't stop studying now, you'd collapse from exhaustion. Three hours had passed by nonstop. You hadn't even drank water.

"Y/n," he called out gently.

You ignored him, but he knew you heard him because of that cute forehead scrunch you just did.

"Y/n," he called, this time a bit louder. Once again, that damn scrunch, but no verbal acknowledgement.

"Y/n!" he tried for the third time. You furrowed your eyebrows, scowling. Your slender finger pressed into your plump lips, a gesture made to silence him.

Leaving his position on the bed, he strided over to you. He got onto his knees and gently took ahold of your meandering hands. The callus of his fingers felt textured against your knuckles.

"Why are you ignoring me, babe?"

"I'm not ignoring you," you replied, trying to refocus your attention on your migraine-inducing Calculus textbook. He tried not to flinch at you shutting him out for the nth time this week.

It hurt him whenever you tried drowning him out like he was a petty distraction.

Because he wasn't to be discarded. He was your boyfriend, and he promised to always be there for you, so why wouldn't you just confide in him?

"I called for you three times, Y/n," he stated calmly. Letting go of one of your hands, he gently drew circles on your knee with the pad of his thumb, hoping it'd soothe your nerves. Goosebumps littered your skin at the gesture.

"Can't you see I'm studying, Ren? I can't talk right now." Overstimulated and tired, you weren't in the mood to converse. In fact, you weren't in the mood to do anything. All you wanted to do was collapse onto your sheets and fall into a hundred-year slumber, but unfortunately, finals exist to give you enough of a reality check.

"You are working so hard, so take a break, please," he pleaded yet again.

He'd beg if it meant you'd prioritize your health. He cared more about you than his ego. That's why he always rebounded with a gentle demeanor, even if you were rude and snarky. He knew your brash attitude wasn't your fault. You just didn't function well under stress.

The unfiltered truth was, you weren't used to the princess treatment Eren offered. As a child, you had gotten used to your parents' nagging. Sleepless nights became routine if it meant you'd score straight A's. It had been like this all throughout high school.

Until you met Eren.

He prioritized you first, always, and taught you to do the same. It was sort of... a culture shock to you, a difficult adjustment. You needed time getting accustomed to this novel way of thinking, and luckily Eren was understanding.

Couldn't say your self-sabotage wasn't eating away at him, though.

"And you need to take a break from badgering me. I'm perfectly fine," you snarked. Your eyes broke contact with his, gaze landing once again on the textbook to your left.

Angling your chair, you turned your body away from him, trying to focus on the task at hand. You couldn't bear to look at him because you knew he was right. If you gave in, you would stop studying. If you stopped studying, you'd catastrophically fail, which could not happen.

With a frustrated sigh, Eren swiftly snagged your textbook and threw it behind him. It collided with the mattress with a large 'thud.' You gasped as he grabbed the edge of your chair, turning it towards him.

"You're not getting that textbook until you eat and drink something," he asserted, a layer of seriousness washing over his green eyes.

"What the hell, Eren? Give it back!" You shrieked.

"You heard the conditions."

"Eren, this is serious. I don't have time to play games right now. Please... give it back."

"Who said I'm playing games, Y/n? The only reason I'm doing this is because you're being negligent towards yourself."

"Okay, well that's my problem. Who are you to interfere?" You countered.

"Hey, I'm not trying to be your mom or anything. As your boyfriend, I care about you. It's just a glass of water and a snack, Y/n. Do it for yourself. You deserve a break."

You started panicking. An uneasy feeling sprawled up your stomach as your hands got clammy. "No! You don't understand."

"Then enlighten me, babe. I'm right here."

Rolling your eyes, you stood up from the chair, trying not to cringe at the weird noise emitted from the leather upon loss of contact with your skin. You reached forward to grab your textbook off the mattress, but Eren was faster. He took ahold of your wrist and lowered it.

You grunted in frustration. "I- I need to study, Ren. Badly. My career and future depend on it. These are hard subjects. I need hours and hours of studying to ace these exams. You don't get it."

He doesn't reply, continuing to look at you sternly and not budging. Your nerves were skyrocketing. What was his deal? This wasn't the time to be testing your patience. Plus, if he really cared, he'd understand your desperation.

"Okay, whatever sick fun you're trying to derive out of this isn't cool," you deadpanned.

You tried pulling your wrist out of his grip, but he required little to no effort to keep you at bay, simply planting his feet further into the ground when you tried shoving him. Your e/c-eyed stare pierced him like daggers, but his resolve was impenetrable.

God, what a stubborn fuck.

You continued wriggling and squirming to no avail. Your bottom lip began trembling. Liquid pooled at your lashline, threatening to moisten your cheeks with its salty trail.

You broke.

Sniffling, you shoved him repeatedly in the chest. "I hate you. I hate this. I fucking hate college and hate my parents and hate finals and hate this fucked up system that does nothing but capitalize on our stress and hate motherfucking Calculus and professor Ackerman and---"

Moist lips enclosed your own, trapping them tantalizingly. The kiss was brief and sweet. He used it as a way to tranquilize you, gently trapping both of your wrists with his one hand.

"Shh, just let me take care of you, baby," he rasped as he tenderly interlocked his arms under your legs, lifting and placing you on the bed.

If pamper had a textbook definition, Eren's face would appear in the margin.

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murdermetamay · 2 days

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Welcome to #MurderMetaMay!

This is a event for creating, sharing, and enjoying meta for The Murderbot Diaries. Our AO3 collection is accepting submissions from now through June 8.

We have weekly "themes" and bunch of meta prompts in the AO3 collection to get you started on making meta! But feel free create works that don't fit into specific prompts. Follow your meta-analysis heart.

Week 1 (May 1 - May 10): Inside: close readings & character analysis Week 2 (May 11 - May 17): Outside: connections to other media, social issues, etc. Week 3 (May 18 - May 24): Outside-In: expanding the setting via speculative additions Week 4 (May 25 - May 31): Inside-Out: personal reflections of how the books have shaped how you feel, think, and live

If you post your works to tumblr, remember to use the tag #MurderMetaMay

For more detail about the event, and prompts to get your meta-thoughts flowing, check out our AO3 collection!

(This blog's header image is from the free-to-read pre-series short story by Martha Wells, "The Future of Work: Compulsory," hosted on WIRED and illustrated by Tracy J. Lee.)

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just-antithings · 3 days

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An anti complaining about a canon romance acknowledged as creepy and exploitative confuses me. They say fiction is reality and therefore must reflect reality's standards of immorality. Well, dragging a man for how creepy, gross, manipulative and exploitative it is to be 47 and sleep with a 17 year old does that. It is viewed as the kind of gross you cannot explain away by even the second worst person in canon, because even that guy has never slept with a minor. If we take antis' premise that people learn morality from fiction and assume it to be true, there is no way to learn anything negative from this.

And yet the complaint is still there, reblogged by nodding antis who are like "yeah! if you depict it, people will do it!" and it's fascinating to me how the goalposts have shifted. It started as "you need to tell your audience it's wrong to fuck minors" and now it's "even if you tell the audience that fucking minors is wrong and punish the character who fucked a minor, it will still make people fuck minors".

So... where are the antis complaining about violence? I mean, even if you show punching someone to be wrong, even if it's viewed as the worst thing in canon, you showed it. It'll make people think hitting others is okay.

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#mod erin #ask #just anti things

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gawdlysims · 9 hours

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lilithcontent · 2 days

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Hii 🤍

Can you give some examples of physical/personality traits of Reed people? 😊

Dates: January 10, 22 / February 08, 20 / March 04, 16, 28 / April 09, 21 / May 03 / May 15, 27 / June 08, 20 / July 02, 14, 26 / August 07, 19, 31 / September 12, 24 / October 06, 18, 30 / November 11, 23 / December 05, 17, 29

Reed & Aztec Astrology

First of all, you guys embody old soul energy and people can feel that, people might tell you the strangest things or opening up to you and you are like “wtf is happening” you guys feel very much attracted by seeking knowledge, doesn’t matter if the knowledge is from a book & film you guys find information everywhere, you guys are wise and so wise for your age, people might have told you or people see in you Old Soul energy, you guys are introvert you guys love staying at home doing things for yourself, and of course searching more knowledge 👵🏼 you guys are highly intelligent, people feel so attracted to you guys because how mature energy you have, the feel you as their spirit guide. Always seeing the glass half full! extremely spiritual. Feeling home in art, very artistic beings might feel drawn to drawing & painting etc

Appearance

Appearance of a old soul

old soul eyes & eyes that seem like have the whole universe knowledge inside them

Shiny skin

The smile is from another universe I SWEAR

Very fairytale like energy

Well defined eyebrows

Square & diamond face shape

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zzzzzestforlife · 3 days

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Going Seventeen Productivity Challenge 🧸🛴🪀

my 13-day 17 final exams sanity challenge was so fun and motivating, and since going seventeen is finally(!!) back, i'm also back with a new seventeen-themed challenge to help me achieve my 12-week year goals hehe 😇

누구 나에게랑 같이 가고 해요? (who wants to go with me?)

💤 Insomnia Zero — stick to a more regular night routine to feel well-rested everyday

⏰ bring back my bedtime alarm

😌 bring back my night-time skin-care routine

📴 no screen time for an hour prior to bedtime

🏕️ TTT — engage in intentional quality time with my friends and family

⏰ schedule outings/catch ups

😌 learn skills for personal conflict management

📴 practice being a good listener

🕵️‍♀️ Don't Lie — read all my mystery novels~

🎶 BONUS: make a reading playlist

📚 BONUS: take notes for book club

💸 One Million Won — make and manage my money~

👩‍💻 software engineer diaries comeback era

📝 take notes from personal finance class

🍲 SVT Kitchen for Two — healthy cooking class

👩‍🍳 i've never actually cooked an entire proper meal by myself from scratch, so i want to try it finally!!

🚗 SEV SEV Tour — in my chauffeur era

you know what woozi, namjoon, and i all have in common? we all don't have driver's licenses 🙈 i'm determined to change that soon because i already do drive, i just need an actual license-holder to be my passenger princess otherwise it's illegal 💀 but it's getting to be inconvenient so i'd better just bite the bullet

🚘 driving lessons

🏁 take the exam (and pass🤞)

📻 Radio Show — be able to confidently order room service (among other conversations)

if all goes well, i'll soon(-ish) be travelling to Japan for the first time in my life!!! 🇯🇵 i'm so excited but also terrified because this is my worst language out of the 3 main ones i'm learning right now, so i need to level-up my skills stat — 頑張ります!

🍱 daily comprehensible input

⛩️ daily lessons

🗼 daily writing practice

🏃‍♀️ Let's Go Seventeen — only fun workouts allowed

🩰 Ballet

🧗‍♀️ Bouldering

🏞️ ~walks in nature~

🤔 Know Thyself — self-discovery, introspection, possibly an undercurrent of chaos

😌 meditate

❤️ finish my scrapbook

📒 journal

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bored-trans-lesbian · 6 hours

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Porter Musings

Spoilers for Fantasy High Junior Year, as of episode 17.

Some of you may recall me being on team "fuck Porter" most of this season, since he denied Gorgug's MCAT and dared to hit him with the "I am feeling hurt". Since his power as a narrow-minded instructor meant Gorgug was forced to quadruple his workload in order to persue his education as he envisioned it. Since he *saw* that workload, how hard Gorgug was working, and still refused to budge. At this point, if what he *said* was the problem, that gorgug wasn't doing well as a barbarian and he saw no drive in him, is just plain stupid.

Gorgug is going through more effort than *any student in the past* for a single school year and flying, getting nat 20's in his class checks, that's fucking determination. That Gorgug has been trying his ass off and succeeding, and Porter did not give a shit. Yes, he says *in the aftermath* his mind was changed by Gorgug putting in the work, but look back. Hopefully now that he's a confirmed rage-empowered villain more people will see it wasn't Gorgug's *effort* he chose to reward, it was his *stress.* The way Gorgug has been breaking down, yelling more, being so hurt he's lashing out *that* is what impressed him enough to approve Gorgug.

The way Porter likes to act, to boast that his 'tough love' approach helped motivate Gorgug to succeed, makes me sick. The way Brennan, even in adventuring party, as well as both Gorgug and Zach seem to *agree* that this push was necessary and in the end for the best, makes we want to throw up. And the way so many in this community just accepted that, will even argue in favor if it, makes me sad. Accepting that is, by way of implication, suggesting that the Helioic repackaging of hardship is valid too.

To those in the Helioic faith, whenever someone triumphs over hardship, they will say it's because *Helio* helped them. When something bad happens and it isn't stopped or recovered from, it was just a test they *personally* failed. Helio receives all credit and no blame. The fanbase as a whole cringes back from this thinking with Helioic followers, but swap a god with a shitty teacher? And suddenly, it makes sense, I guess.

I understand these two scenarios are not 1:1 but they are a *lot* more similar than they are different. In both cases success is being attributed, at least partially, to someone who did not lift a finger to help and in fact, with Gorgug's situation, Porter was a direct barrier, he was *preventing* Gorgug's success. Why would we assume that without Porter's disruption, Gorgug wouldn't be able to fuful his ambition? Was Porter there to stop him from creating the Solar Lasso? Was he there, to prevent him from establishing connection to the Thistlespring Satellite? Oh wait no, the people around him then *helped* him and supported his growth, like some kind of *teacher* should.

I'm just hoping now that the narrative sees him as a villain more people are willing to look at his actions critically, and maybe rethink the way the look at certain behaviors. All interpretations can be valid but please think more about intent and consequences.

#dimension 20 #fantasy high #fantasy high junior year #dnd #fhjy #fhjy spoilers #porter cliffbreaker #gorgug thistlespring

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