like… i don’t wanna be that person but be for real?? likes are cute and all but they do nothing for creators. ZERO. NADA. a reblog is literally the oxygen mask keeping this blue hellsite alive. you say you “love” a fic, an edit, a gifset? then BABES… reblog it. boost it. let it breathe.

half the time creators are out here pouring their entire soul, spine, AND three vertebrae into something just for it to get 200 likes and 3 reblogs, two of which are their own. that’s why people stop posting. that’s why fandoms feel empty. content doesn’t magically fall from the sky — it comes from people who feel seen.

and i promise you: reblogging is free. it costs you like 0.2 seconds and suddenly you’re personally responsible for keeping a whole fandom alive. congrats!! so yeah. if you like something? reblog it. scream in the tags. yell. keyboard smash. put sparkles. do whatever. just don’t let creators feel like they’re shouting into a void.

reblogs feed creators. reblogs keep fandoms thriving. reblogs literally save lives (okay maybe not literally but u get it).

I’m not going to preach about why it’s dangerous for minors to be in these spaces. Kids shouldn’t be engaging with adults who explicitly talk about sex because it will change how they view the act. And in all fairness, if you’re a minor who remains in mdni places, I know nothing I could say would change your mind.

Now that being said, being MDNI is my boundary. You may think it’s okay to stay here because you feel like you have the maturity to do so, but I do not feel comfortable with it. It feels as much of an intrusion to me as taking my diary and reading it through, because I post here with the trust and assumption that everyone is an adult. Any blog who is MDNI is posting with that trust, which you’re then taking and abusing. The autonomy of posting is taken away without us ever realizing, and in these few moments where the truth comes through, it leaves us feeling awful. We are the ones stuck with that guilt and hurt.

spencer had been the sweetest boy you had to have met. plus, the genius part. he’d been working for the bau for quite some time, he was thirty now. and he had you; a sweet, nurturing and gentle kindergartner teacher. you always carried a whimsical vibe, making the kids feel safe.

making reid feel safe. and safe was definitely an unknown concept within the way he viewed the world, because he hunted the monsters—the monsters kids you taught feared as much as they did that monster in their closet, or under their bed. there was no doubt, that your room wasn’t decorated as he walked in, a bag of food in hand. like a little date while your kids were at their activities class, art day—to be specific. “hey.” he said, breathlessly. “finally got a chance to get away from work. jus’ a whole lot of paperwork today, s’ that’s pretty boring. but how’s your day been?” he questioned you.

“it’s been pretty good.” you uttered, “just tiring—but that’s kindergarteners for you.” you mused, letting out a soft stifled chuckle, warranting reid to smile at you all happy like as he ate his sandwich. “i love you.” reid said happily.