I just feel so fucking lonely.
we're not kids anymore.


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I just feel so fucking lonely.

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ouat meme // [½] quotes “you know what the issue is with this world? everyone wants a magical solution for their problems, but everyone refuses to believe in magic” 1.17
could you do something with spencer where reader has a speech impediment where they stutter that they’re really insecure about, and he comforts them when they get frustrated? 🥺
Perfect Pair
a/n: TOTALLY forgot i wrote this... but i gotta love some fluffy spence stuff (ps. if my writing abt the stutter is inaccurate pls let me know so i can fix it or take this down😚)
Getting cleared to work in the field was equally exciting and scary. Profilers aren't required to carry, you don't have to be in the field, Hotch had repeated a hundred times over. You both knew you were determined enough to repeat the gun qualification exam again and again until you passed.
Hell, if Reid had done it, you weren't going to give up.

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your 3rd, 6th, and 9th most recent emojis describe how your september will go
😂🤤❣ W-O-W
💜👁🙂
I'm scared what does that mean??
⚠️🍺🐀
warning...there will be a rat who offers you beer? @leoachilles @giamarie @potatotiingz @lowkeylokimess
Thunder please no-
🖤🥺🔪
Erm-
@leoachilles @ironstrange-spiderson @ayyy-its-an-idiot
Ok
🙄❤️😲
I mean this is basically always lmao
@kitkatwinchester @lyssismagical @peachdoxie
I forgot all about this so oops lol.
😊🤞🏼☺️
Okay that seems to bode well overall, which is good cause my b-day’s in September.
I’m tagging @baloobird, @crowleyellestair, @jen27ny, @jolinarjackson, @snarky--starky, and @doctornineandthreequarters.
❤️🥰😇
Hm, 👀 I do hope love will be in the air but I hope I don't get sent to heaven just yet 😂
I'll tag @herecomesthewriterwitch @fablesrose @canadianhufflepuffavenger @lozzypoz321 @morizoras-cave @change-the-world-someday and @lovers-in-japan-reign-of-love
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Not too bad :)
@lozzypoz321 @that-dumpster-angel-from-space @aesthetic-carley @sylvie-writes @marvelinsanity
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GOOD CAUSE IT’S MY BIRTHDAY :)
@stargazingfangirl18 @donutloverxo @deannawallacee @liberty-barnes @parkersbliss @kidney9-9 @ssebstann @emmy-writes-sometimes @an-adventureland @every-marveler-ever
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Welp, looks like it’s gonna be a good shameless hoe month hahaha 😂😂
Thanks for the tag @lozzypoz321 ❤️🙏🏻
I’m tagging @navybrat817 @scorpi14 @just-one-ordinary-fangirl @donutloverxo @onetwo3000 @americasass91 @angrythingstarlight @emilykjh @ballyhoobarnes
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Hm idk what that means... thanks for the tag babe!!
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what the hell man. Thanks for the tag bud 😂
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Tagging @lady-olive-oil @chaneajoyyy @lady-love-and-glitter-roses @blackmissfrizzle @my-marvel-musings @dversstark
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Thanks for the tag babe! @maddiestundentwritergaines 😘
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I feel like there needs to be a crying emoji in there but here we are.
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Spencer Reid x Reader | Work Husband
@emberfrostlovesloki : Spencer X Reader request. What if Spencer wrote the reader a note saying he liked them. The reader knows it’s Spencer but pretends to not know who it’s from. After a while she writes him back and they confess their feelings for each other and the reader tells Spence she knew it was him all along. Maybe some kissing and cuddles included! Thanks so much.
@he4rtbre4khotel : could you possibly write a spencer x reader where the reader always teases spencer? (like how garcia & morgan tease eachother)
(A/N: Combination of two requests because I thought they would go well together <3)
(Summary: Spencer is NOT pleased when it seems like someone might be swooping in on his anonymous romantic gesture, 3k+ words, fluff, Warnings: None, Jealous!Spencer)
“Honey, I’m home!” you mock yelled as you entered the bullpen, laying a wet kiss on Spencer’s cheek.
You wouldn’t usually be so forward with public displays of affection in the workplace, but Hotch was nowhere to be seen so you felt comfortable planting one on your ‘work husband’.
“Did you know that the muscle you use to pucker your lips is called the Orbicularis Oris and is also used in exhalation?” Spencer asked, using a tissue from his desk to wipe off his cheek.
“I did not know that Spencie, but I guess that’s why we keep you around,” you said, as you took a seat at your desk.
You and Spencer had known one another for years but your relationship hadn’t always been so familiar. When Spencer had first started working at the Behavioral Analysis Unit, you had treated him with the utmost amount of care. When he’d shown up on the first day, he was wild eyed and timid and that had scared you. While everyone else made fun of him, you had tried to stick to the background and offer him support when he needed it. You had never met anyone like him and you were a little scared that one wrong move would set him off or break him. Half of the time that he spoke to you, you had no clue what he was trying to say but that didn’t stop you from trying to get it.
Through the years, you had started to humanize him and the kid gloves you had used when interacting with him had come off in favor of a more familiar banter. Spencer was still shy and nervous, but you had realized that it wasn’t necessarily a bad quality for him to have. If anything, it kept things interesting. As the two of you grew closer you had adopted the habit of referring to him as your ‘work husband’ and flirting with him shamelessly.
Unlike with Morgan and Garcia, Spencer rarely flirted back. Instead, he opted to respond to your advances the only way that he knew how, with fun facts and bashful curiosity. You had a feeling that women didn’t pay Spencer much attention, so you figured it was probably healthy that he got a healthy dose of the female gaze once in a while.
Also unlike Morgan and Garcia, you were pretty sure that there was something distinctly non-platonic brewing under the surface of your relationship with Spencer. Sometimes the two of you shared moments that felt so much bigger than banter and flirting and that was a little scary. It felt weirdly serious to consider the fact that you had feelings for Spencer, so most of the time you didn’t. He didn’t seem to be in too much of a hurry to confront his feelings, so you didn’t think the issue was too pressing.
Luckily, today was a paperwork day which meant that there wasn’t any traveling that needed to happen. Unluckily, paper work days were the most boring part of the job. Mindlessly filling out forms and recalling terrible images was the opposite of your idea of a good time so you often did what you could to spice the day up for you and your coworkers.
“Quick, baby! Tell me a nerd fact!” you yelled, tossing a balled up piece of paper on to Spencer’s desk across from you.
Spencer perked up at your request, always willing to drop what he was doing to indulge your requests for new knowledge. He had a habit of licking his lower lip when he was thinking deeply, an unnecessarily sexy accompaniment to teaching his coworkers about something.
“Laws governing fashion were first recorded in England in the 13th century. These laws were regulated to distinguish and preserve the differences between classes of the society. For instance, women had to dress as per the social standing of their husbands and fathers, and silks in purple and gold could only be worn by the royals. Those who broke these rules were punished, sometimes executed!” he said excitedly, tucking his hair behind his ear to keep it from getting in the way of his speech.
You nodded solemnly, satisfied with the new information that Spencer had introduced into your life, “That’s a very good fact, baby. I’m excited for tomorrow’s.”
The two of you spent the rest of the morning filling out forms, having whisper debates about the best Dr. Who episodes, and attempting to stealthily throw the paper ball back and forth without the rest of your coworkers noticing.
By the time lunch rolled around you were almost done with all of the forms that had accumulated on your desk. If you finished all of them in a timely manner you would probably be able to leave work early, which meant that Spencer would definitely be able to leave with you because he was able to go through government documents with superhuman speed. All you had to do was grind a little after you got back from lunch and you were practically guaranteed a movie marathon with Spencer.
“Alright, hubs. It’s break time, where are we getting lunch?” you asked Spencer through the low divider of your desks.
“Oh,” he said nervously, “I can’t get lunch with you today, I have something I have to stay in the office for.”
You tried not to let yourself fall into a childish pout. It wasn’t your first nature to get so emotionally involved in something at work, especially not something so inconsequential as a lunch date, but when it came to Spencer you couldn’t help but get almost too involved. Luckily, no one was paying attention to you enough to bear witness to you resisting the urge to whine at Spencer to try and wear him down into telling you what was more important than getting lunch with you.
“But there’s a new Thai place that just opened up down the street. You know how much I love coconut chicken, it’ll be devastating if I don’t get any today!” you wailed, clutching a hand to your chest dramatically.
“I’m sorry, I really have to stay here for this.”
For his part, he did actually look upset about having to reject your offer. That made you feel better about acting so strung out and dramatic. When you spent all day staring at gruesome crime scene photos and reading grisly accounts of what sick weirdos had done to their victims, sometimes the best way to cope was to be a little silly or fixate on some of the more menial details of your job (such as your coworkers). That was one of the things that you liked about Spencer, no matter how weird or clingy you acted, he never seemed to judge you.
“You know that this means I’ll have to sit in the dining area looking all sad and alone, right?” you asked him, your face falling into a sarcastic pout.
He laughed and reached under his desk to pull out one of the many books that he kept in a stack amongst his other personal items.
“Here,” he said, offering you some sort of prehistoric looking book, “you can read this while you wait to keep you entertained.”
You stared at the book dubiously. Though you enjoyed books, you knew that you and Spencer’s definition of a ‘light read’ were vastly different. Despite your apprehension, you slipped the book into your purse which brought a bright smile on to Spencer’s face. You knew that even though he tried to appear unphased by your overly affectionate act, he did enjoy the attention that you gave to him. He enjoyed it even more when you seemed to take an interest in what he enjoyed.
“Fine!” you said, spinning around wildly in your chair so that you came face to face with Agent Anderson who was leaning against one of the desks behind yours.
“I happen to love Thai food,” he said, looking down at you with an amused smirk.
“Oh, yeah?” you asked, looking him up and down.
You didn’t know Anderson super well, he worked the more paperwork heavy side of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, but you still liked him enough to let him be your lunch date. Especially if Spencer couldn’t make it.
“Alright, Anderson. Looks like you’re in,” you said, standing up from your desk with your bag in hand.
Turning back to Spencer, you shot him a triumphant grin, “Well Reid, it looks like you are now divorced from work husband related activities because I’ve found someone who actually wants to spend time with me.”
As you leave, you try not to notice the way that the smile had completely dissolved off of Spencer’s face at Anderson’s offer. You’re not a level 187 genius like Spencer, but you are able to deduce that the darkness in his eyes has something to do with jealousy. You and Spencer had never talked about your feelings for one another, but that didn’t stop Spencer from trying to keep anyone else from getting to you first. When the team went out to bars after cases, Spencer always had a habit of not being more than a few feet away from you at any moment just in case any guys got the wrong idea and tried to strike up a conversation with you. It would have been annoying if it weren’t kind of cute.
It wasn’t that you tried to make Spencer jealous on purpose, you just figured that if he was going to have all of these feelings for you and not do anything about them then it wasn’t his place to get all twisted up about what you did. Apparently you could now file ‘getting lunch with male coworkers who are not Spencer’ under things that would get him twisted up because the way that he was glaring at Anderson told you that your lunch date was probably lucky that Spencer had failed his gun qualifications a few times over.
“Don’t look at him like that, Spencie. I’ll bring you back some pad thai. Catch you later.”
And with that you were gone, leaving a very stressed out Spencer in your wake.
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When you returned from your lunch, Spencer was nowhere to be found. After plopping down the container of pad thai on his desk, you noticed a white envelope sitting on your own.
Your name was scrawled hastily across the envelope in Spencer’s messy handwriting. It wasn’t like Spencer to send you sealed letters, especially not during the work day. Usually if he wanted to tell you anything when you weren’t around it would be inside of a file or written out on a sticky note that he stuck to your desk.
Opening it up, you pulled out a fancy looking piece of paper that read:
“Dear (Y/N),
In vain I have struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.
Please do me the pleasure of accompanying me to a night of conversation and performance that would make even Elizabeth Bennet jealous.”
Inside the envelope, there were two tickets to a production of a stage adaptation of Pride and Prejudice. The note wasn’t signed but if you hadn’t seen Spencer’s scrawl on the front you would have definitely known it was him from the contents of the letter.
A few weeks ago, you and Spencer had been discussing literature and you had mentioned that the only book that you had enjoyed reading in high school was Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice. If the Darcy quote and the tickets were any indication, Spencer had taken the conversation to heart and decided to declare his intentions.
He just hadn’t signed the letter.
It bothered you a little that he hadn’t attached his name to his love confession. Obviously he knew that you would understand that it was him, no one else would know something like that, so he hadn’t actually taken the time to invest himself in the declaration. All in all it felt a little…underwhelming.
“Whatcha got there?” Spencer asked, coming up behind you.
“A letter. Don’t know who it’s from though, they didn’t sign it,” you replied, feigning ignorance.
“Wait, you don’t-”
“Oh my gosh,” you said interrupting him, “babe, I’ve got a secret admirer!”
“Wait, I’m not so sure that’s what’s happening here,” he said, a perplexed look on his face evidencing that he didn’t anticipate his gesture going in that direction.
“Should I write back?” you asked, trying to muster up an earnest expression.
Spencer’s eyes had gone wide and he had started to fidget with his hands. You could practically see the wheels turning in his head, trying to figure out the best course of action to handle what was happening in front of him.
You tried to resist the urge to roll your eyes as you watched him internally freak out. All he had to do was tell you that the letter was from him. All he had to do was own the confession and then the two of you could ride off into the sunset together.
“Um, yeah you should write them back,” he said, not making eye contact with you.
Wrong answer.
“Okay! I guess I’ll just write them back and then see if they come and get it,” you said, picking up a pen and starting to jot down a note as an addendum to the original letter.
And so it began.
For the next two hours you and Spencer took part of a silent game where you would write a note, get up from your desk, come back and see the new note, question Spencer on who had written it (obviously he had absolutely no idea who it was that had dropped it off), and then rinse and repeat. It would have been tiring if you hadn’t been enjoying how much Spencer was freaking out trying to juggle the situation.
Eventually, though, the paperwork ran out and it was time to call it quits on the workday. You assumed that Spencer would break on the drive to his apartment, but for the most part your ride was silent, save for the occasional mention of the secret admirer and a brief debate on the evening’s snacks.
It was infuriating. You were so vocal about your interest and affections for Spencer but he couldn’t even own up to writing you a stupid note. Instead he had opted to keep up an afternoon of written conversation with you where he had been so witty and charming that it almost physically hurt to resist simply voicing your responses out loud to him. If he wasn’t so gosh darn shy then this wouldn’t be so difficult, unfortunately his bashfulness was just another thing that you loved about him.
It was time to switch tactics.
“I just can’t believe I have a secret admirer,” you said wistfully to him as he sat down on the couch beside you.
“Yeah, it’s pretty crazy,” he said ruefully.
“I think it’s Anderson.”
“Well, maybe because, wait- what?” he asked, turning to face you.
Finally. You knew that if anything was going to throw Spencer off of his game, it would be his notorious jealous streak.
“Yeah, I mean we had such a great time at lunch and I had a feeling that he was flirting with me a little and I guess this just confirms it.”
“Flirting? With you?” he asked, his eyes wide and jaw slack.
“He might not have been my first choice but he’s kind of cute I guess. And obviously he has a way with words that I didn’t know about,” you responded, lazily placing your head on Spencer’s shoulder.
Spencer started to sputter, his fidgeting going into overdrive as he became more and more frustrated with the situation.
“You mean to tell me that you think Anderson of all people has been sending you Jane Austen passages and giving you tickets to plays?” he asked, his body practically vibrating with rage.
“Hey, don’t underestimate him, he isn’t just a pretty face. Besides, who else do I know that would talk like that.”
Spencer abruptly pulled himself out from under your shoulder to look at you. His eyes were dark and his face was starting to turn a little red, obviously getting a little carried away with his emotions.
“I talk like that! I’m the pretty face who talks like that!” he exclaimed, his voice going up an octave.
“What?” you asked, still trying to remain innocent.
“I sent you that note! And the tickets! Not Anderson. I’m the one who likes you.”
The two of you stared at one another in silence for a beat. The tension between the two of you mounted, Spencer searching your face for a reaction to his confession. Even though he had been on the brink of a meltdown mere seconds earlier, you could tell that he was starting to fall back into his anxiety having let out his confession.
“Oh, good,” you said as you fell back into the couch, “you finally admitted it.”
“What?” Spencer asked, eyes not leaving you.
“You admitted that you wrote me the note, I thought I was going to have to actually go out with Anderson.”
“No,” he said immediately, “you’re not going out with Anderson.”
You rolled your eyes and reverted back to your position on his shoulder.
“So you’re finally telling me that you like me?” you asked.
You felt him nod against your head.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hear you.”
“Yes, I am finally admitting that I like you.”
You laughed and pulled Spencer into a hug against your chest. He attempted to resist for a second, but then ended up relaxing into your embrace. The two of you sat like that for a while, holding one another and staring at the TV until Spencer broke the silence.
“This means no more lunch dates with Anderson, just so you know. And no more comments about divorcing me either, that hurt my feelings.”
You propped yourself up and planted a kiss on each of his cheeks, “Don’t worry, work hubby. I wouldn’t dream of it.”
Please don't ask a woman about children. You have no idea what they might be going through. <3
Just an experiment. Reblog if you actually give a fuck about male victims of domestic violence and rape.
Of fucking course
What sick bastard doesn’t
“You’d be surprised”, said Xaldien, who just lost four followers and received a lovely “men can’t be raped” anon shortly after reblogging this the first time.
Yowch, disgusting.
If I don’t reblog this, assume I’m dead.
Always reblog this
If you Dont reblog this if u see it then i cant call u my friend
IF ANYONE TELLS ME THAT MEN CAN’T BE VICTIMS OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE AND RAPE, I AM SICKENED BY THEIR MERE PRESENCE ON MY BLOG.
If you disagree with me, unfollow my blog, block me and never look at my blog again.
If you want to debate about this or send anon’s about this, I will reply but your actions have consequences.
Out of 19000+ followers I have, only one of you actually reblogged about this issue, yet a lot of you have reblogged and liked a picture by playboy about catcalling and that how men should never do it.
Additionally, I have received abuse in my ask box (which I will be answering when I can) and threats. In particular death threats and rape threats.
I can see the real problem here already. Male domestic violence and rape is just invisible in our society because we don’t want to talk about this because it just damages the status quo of this fucking website.
I’m a male victim of child sexual abuse. We matter. Please, reblog this.
Please never forget male victims are real and it can happen to everyone/anyone
Make sure the romance is there on both sides people
Screw people who don’t believe in male rape.
This post always makes me feel some type of way when it comes up.
Never shut your eyes to male abuse and rape…♥♥♥
This. Fucking this. Thank you.
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my best friend from school has an abusive parent and another neglective one and I find it so scary when he comes into class with various bruises or red marks up his arms. A, you are so strong and I’ll support you

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To the man who abused me from the age of 14 until I was 18.
We were kids when we met. In the eighth grade, bonding over AIM and the silliest thing. To be honest, our friendship was the only genuine part of our relationship, now that I’ve looked back on it.
You manipulated me. You abused me. You led me on. You tried to change me to fit who you thought I should be.
We started dating, and it had to be a secret, your parents couldn’t know. That should have been my first sign to run. But I was a kid. A kid who thought she was in love. And people who are in love do crazy stupid things, right? So why was I the only one doing them? But I accepted it and the world was okay because you were mine and I was yours.
My friends saw the abuse you put me through long before I ever did. God, I wish I listened to them sooner.
Then you started talking about sex. You were catholic, they didn’t have premarital sex! They didn’t think these things! You weren’t supposed to want to do these things! Oh, but you guilt tripped me into it. Every. Fucking. Time. I thought I was helping you. This is what people do when they’re in love, right? Right? They help each other? You took my virginity after telling me that you weren’t one anymore because of your next door neighbor. I felt bad. I spread my legs for you. It hurt. It hurt a lot. Knowing what I know now, it shouldn’t have hurt that much.
You asked me to sneak out of my parents house. I did it. Over, and over, and over, and over again. Why was I taking all the risks? You told me that if I didn’t come it meant I didn’t love you. And I did love you. So I had to prove it. Over, and over, and over, and over again. We didn’t use protection because you didn’t believe in it. I didn’t know anything about pregnancy, but I knew you should be wearing a condom so I didn’t get pregnant. But you didn’t seem to care. So I didn’t either. But then there were the times when we were in your house with your mother next door, and you wanted to have sex and I. Said. No. You didn’t like that. You begged, you pleaded, then you got silent and angry. You grabbed my leg, you pulled me across the rug forcing me to lay down, and you undid my belt. I don’t remember the rest. I don’t want too. That should have been my next warning sign. But it wasn’t.
Then came the mind games. Or rather, more mind games. You loved me, but I had changed and wasn’t the same person. You loved me, but you didn’t like the make up I wore. You loved me, but I wasn’t allowed to wear a tank top. You loved me, but my shoes were stupid and I couldn’t wear jewelry unless you gave it to me. You loved me, but I wasn’t allowed to laugh with me friends. You loved me, but unless I was just as miserable as you, I didn’t love you.
If I said the wrong thing, you wouldn’t talk to me for months. And if you did it was a cryptic sentence no wish you had been straightforward. When I reached out, you claimed that I had gone to the ‘dark side’. I was being myself. You didn’t like the person I was becoming in high school because you couldn’t control her anymore. I spent almost all of my high school years following after you like a love sick puppy dog. And you loved it. You loved stringing me along and giving me false hope. When you broke up with me, you didn’t even do it to my face. You had someone else do it for you. Like a fucking coward. God, what did I ever see in you?
It took me over 10 years to finally realize all of the abuse you put me through. All of the boyfriends I had afterwards were all stages of my healing. Learning how to have sex, and enjoy it, learning what I liked, learning how to say NO. Learning that not everyone wants me to change. I’m okay the way I am. Learning how to trust a guy when he says that he isn’t angry, because you were always. Angry. With. Me. Learning how to be okay with doing things by myself while in a relationship, knowing I didn’t have to have my boyfriend hovering over my shoulder. Learning that it didn’t matter what I was wearing anymore, because I didn’t have to worry about a picture surfacing of me wearing something you didn’t like and getting yelled at for it. Not having to HIDE MY RELATIONSHIP. you hurt me. You abused me. I went through hell and back because of you and those are years. YEARS. I will never, ever get back. But I have grown from this. I am better now. I love who I am as a person. My husband loves me for who I am.
You might not be Nathaniel anymore, but transitioning from a man to a woman does not erase the abuse and trauma you put me through. And you knew what you were doing to me. Because you did it to others along the way. And it’s not okay. But I am stronger now. And I am okay.
Keep the flame going for those we have lost to suicide.
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Keep the flame spread the tag.
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My activity spikes every Wednesday because of this post
always reblog on a wednesday, that’s the rule.
On Wednesdays we reblog
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Just a little something in two versions for Valentine’s Day, cause who wouldn’t want to keep Ignis company with a cup of coffee?
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He was a legend