animal exhibit

Can you all please just be critical of any videos of exotic animals you see, even if they are cute? Some red flags to look out for are:

- exotic animals in a home environment

-exotic animals being kept in an inappropriate environment (indoors, a small enclosure, etc.)

-multiple species interacting that should have no business together, especially prey species being exposed to predator species

-the animal being exposed to unnecessary stress

If you do not know if a video is actually cute or not, have a look through the notes. Maybe another person has pointed out something or has found a source for the video.  

Sometimes it’s hard to know if an animal is exhibiting stress signs.  What may look cute to you may be an animal expressing fear or distress. If you are unsure, it’s just better to not share it.

BTS Reacts: Your Bratty Attitude in Public but Shy Demeanor When Alone

Request: Bts reaction to their s/o acting bratty in public but turns super shy when they’re alone together (love your blog btw <3)

A/N: I really hope this was okay Anon! I kind of took the idea and ran away with it OTL

Originally posted by jiyoongis

Seokjin (Jin)

“Yah!” Seokjin shrieked but laughter quickly spilling out over his dinner in front of him. He lowered his chopsticks piled with noodles and grinned at you. He caught you mid reach towards Noodles, quietly watching from the floor, chopsticks flinching open at his screech. You watched happily as your puppy made quick work of the noodles, small tail wagging away.

“Oh, no you don’t. You were so set on having ramen tonight, you begged me and then practically threw them at me in the store, and now you’re feeding it to the puppy. I swear, kids these days don’t appreciate a thing. When I was your age-,”

You pursed your lips and scrunched your nose as he continued on with his rant, shaking his head from side to side, but smiling none the less.

Originally posted by nnochu

Yoongi (Suga)

You could feel the heat radiating from Yoongi’s body, his hand perched against the wall, precariously close to your burning red neck. You leaned more against the cool wall of his bedroom, heart stampeding through your chest. You licked your dry lips, Yoongi’s eyes darting to trace the motion, a crooked smile playing on his lips. “What happened to the girl back at the party? You were quite full of yourself there, teasing me with that mouth of yours.”

Originally posted by goldseok

Hoseok (J-Hope)

“All right guys, one more time and then we’ll call it quits.” Hoseok called out, motioning for the music to cue one more time. A chorus of groans sounded from the dance studio as you stretched and tried, but failed to stifle a yawn.

“(Y/N), would you like to show us the routine since I can’t seem to keep you awake?” Hoseok called you out as a lop-sided smiled appeared on his face. You immediately straightened your posture as 14 other pairs of eyes landed on you.

“Only if you join me,” You challenged, angling your chin up and smiling. He quirked his eyebrow, a sly smile playing at the corner of his lips.

The music cued and your body moved easily with Hobi beside you, hours of sweat and practice noticeable in your movements, your attention to every detail; just the way he had taught you. 

You watched as your classmates left for their next class, and quickly finished packing up your jacket and water bottle. You felt your face heat up as you caught Hoseok watching you from across the now empty studio. You averted your gaze and quickly slinging your backpack over your shoulder, you made a beeline for the door. You inwardly cursed as you felt Hoseok grab hold of your small wrist and turn you around.

“You are going to be the death of me, little girl, I swear,” he chuckled deeply.

Originally posted by sugutie

Namjoon (Rapmon)

“(Y/N)! Stop!” Namjoon’s deep laugh couldn’t stop from bubbling over in his throat as you continuously splashed water on him. You grinned in triumph, wanting nothing more than to hear the sound again.

“Make me!” you laughed as you kept splashing, eyes shut tight when you felt the force of your body being tackled into the water.

You lunged yourself to the surface, coughing at the intake of water and glared as Namjoon laughed harder, standing in the stomach-high water, his hair and face dripping, just like you.

You didn’t think twice and leaped in his direction, latching your arms around his neck, your weight causing him to tumble backwards, and fall back into the water. You quickly waddled as fast as you could away from the still submerged Namjoon, and made your way over to one of the many large tunnels the waterpark offered.

Namjoon followed seconds later, grabbing your wrist and lightly pushing you against the wall. Something like regret immediately filled your chest and you couldn’t seem to meet his eyes. You felt your face fill with color at the thought of him so close to you in public and you quickly patted your cheeks with your wet hands in hopes of calming them down.

“Make you? Is that a challenge?” he smirked, voice low, his face just inches from yours.

Originally posted by cake-p0p

Taehyung (V)

“Come on Tae! I wanna see the giraffes~” You whined, dragging out the last word and throwing yours arms around dramatically. Your fussing earned one of his boxy smiles and a low chuckle.

Tae quickly downed the rest of his cola and threw away the can. “Okayyyyyyyy~” he mimicked your whining, smiling once more when your lip jutted out in a pout. You lightly swatted at his arm, earning you an over-exaggerated yell from Tae and a full blown show of him on his knees, holding onto his upper arm where you had hit him.

You giggled at his antics and whined more. “Come ON Tae!” You bounced on your toes in place, excitement running through you.

Aish, you’re cute Jagi,” Tae exclaimed as he pulled himself up from the walkway.  You half bounced, half pulled Taehyung along as you saw the sign for the African animal exhibit.

“Look Tae! There they are!” You announced loudly, pointing in the animals direction and looked back at the boy you had called. He smiled fondly at you, and watched as you ran the rest of the way to the ledge and handrail that led out to the large open field.

You bounced more in excitement, holding onto the rail and looked around for any sign of the wildlife. “Jagi,” Tae called softly, lips brushing your ear, his arms snaking around your waist. You stiffened at the public display of affection, a deep blush crawling up your neck and onto your cheeks. “I swear, you’re too cute for your own good.”

Originally posted by amsimaria


“Jimin-ah, I just styled your hair. Do you have to ruffle it already?” You questioned the idol as he sat in your styling chair, shaking his head and running a hand through his bangs. “Don’t make me ask you to sit on your hands like I do my niece.”

“I’m sorry Noona, its just a nervous habit.” he apologized, setting his hands down neatly in his lap. You watched as he played with his thumb and forefinger, another nervous habit you knew he had.

“(Y/N), hurry up, they’re on in five,” another member of the styling team chided you and you sighed in frustration. You eyed the other members as they exited out into the hall and turned your gaze back onto Jimin.

He was looking up at you, while you watched him through the mirror, deciding on how to fix his hair quickly. “You’re really pretty, Noona,” you barely heard him mumble. Color immediately shot to your face as you tried to focus on anything other than him and how his eyes fell on your lips.

You naturally licked your now dry lips, his eyes following the motion intently. You cleared your throat, willing your voice to sound normal as you spoke. “I need to fix your hair,” you mumbled more to yourself to alleviate some of the tension that was now filling the room. The stare he was giving you was enough to melt you to the floor. You could feel his gaze on you as he traced your features with his eyes while you blow-dried the front of his bangs.

“I’ll see you later, Noona,” He smiled softly minutes later, as he exited the room.  

Originally posted by mayfifolle


A/N: Guys I can’t this gif is too f*cking cute

“Alright, come on you guys! Time to get up!” you yelled, hoping your voice would carry to all 4 rooms as you walked down the hallway of their dorm. You heard groaning from multiple rooms, which meant you were doing your job properly. You had just started maybe a month ago as one of the managers for BTS, and being the new kid, you got the short end of the stick on jobs. Which meant you were usually the one to wake them up, go on coffee runs, and even grocery shop if they didn’t have time.

You greeted the boys cheerfully as they filed out from their shared rooms, either them mumbling a “Hello” in return or eyes still closed in hopes of sleep and completely missing your presence. You silently counted heads as they made their way towards the living room to be notified of today’s schedule, and in the end, only counting 6.

You peeked in to the rooms to see bed covers half-hazardly thrown to the side or completely off the bed, your eyes finally landing on a still sleeping mass of blankets you could only assume to be Jungkook.

A soft sigh escaped your lips as you walked over towards the sleeping form and gently shook what you assumed to be his shoulder. “Kookie, come on. You need to get up so we can get today started.”

Jungkook gave a lack-luster groan and a barely recognizable “Five more minutes”. You contemplated your options; Dumping water on him would probably be too harsh, but you also really needed to get him up before the other boys started falling asleep in the living room.

You blinked, your eyes focusing back on the lump in front of you. You watched as the blankets were slowly pulled down from his head to reveal just the top of his eyes.

“I’m still here Jungkook,” you deadpanned.

The maknae pulled the covers down from his face and gave a toothy grin, a small giggle escaping. You pulled your arms across your chest, a hand resting over your mouth in an attempt to hide your smile and your slight blush. This kid is really too cute. You tried to push away the invading thought, but it just wouldn’t leave. An exasperated sigh left you and you ruffled his hair in fondness, letting your full smile fill your features.


I am 100% pleased more people are talking about the importance of enrichment now. But I fear it is starting to become a bit of a buzzword and not everyone seems to “get” what enrichment is really about. It’s not like.. A weekly chore you do for your reptiles. It’s not bombarding them with new things all the time.. It’s the foundation of your enclosure design. It applies to the way you offer hides, heat and light too. There seems to be a bit of confusion,  shown by a few discussions yesterday, as to what enrichment really IS. And this has also raised concerns from others that new keepers or those unfamiliar with reptile behaviour will stress out their animals despite good intentions. Indeed a valid concern. But to clarify: One of the main goals of environmental enrichment is to REDUCE stress and bordem.   

Enrichment is about choice and giving an animal control over its own environment. Not about “shaking things up” all the time.

“Enrichment is a dynamic process for enhancing animal environments within the context of the animal’s behavioural biology and natural history. Environmental changes are made with the goal of increasing the animals behavioural choices and drawing out their species-appropriate behaviours, thus enhancing animal welfare.”

- 1999 AZA Behavioural Scientific Advisory Group.

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Unofficial Ownership (pt.3)

WARNINGS: Smut, Language, Violence, Drug & Alcohol Usage, Mentions of Prostitution, Angst, Character Death

**IF ANY OF THE THINGS MENTIONED IN THE WARNINGS SECTION ARE TRIGGERING FOR YOU DO. NOT. READ. THIS. Seriously, don’t. If any of you heathens decide to read regardless of the warnings, that’s your own fault.

Word Count: 1196

One | Two | Three

“…….Daddy’s favorite girl…”

The words looped in your mind as he kissed down your neck and along your shoulder slowly. Your eyes locked on one of the girls’ and Namjoon pulled your hips back, causing your chest to arch forward toward the glass. You shouldn’t be enjoying this little display of power, but there was something about having the gazes of the others burning you through the windows that stirred a heat in the pit of your stomach. “Keep your hands on the glass, baby girl.” He instructed. You nodded dutifully and kept your hands where they were, palms flat.

It then dawned on you what this show meant. He was setting you apart from the other girls. Favoring you. Isolating you. They would envy and despise you for it, and having no one to lean on, you’d be forced to depend solely on him. That little shit. Crafty bastard. He knew exactly what he was doing when he dragged you to this window for all to see. “I want to be loud for me, can you do that baby?” He cooed in your ear, pressing you further against him. There was a level of excitement coursing through you. It buzzed through to your fingertips and the soles of your feet. You nodded silently, eyes still on the group of girls outside. 

The longer you stood there, being watched like an animal in an exhibit, the more you wanted Namjoon to destroy you in front of everyone. The uncomfortable throbbing between your legs soon turned into an almost unbearable ache. How was this in any way fair to you? He had to know how he affected you. How great must that be? To be completely, one hundred percent aware the torture you’re putting those around you through must be great indeed. Your jaw tensed and you pressed your lips in a tight line. You’d wait until it was over to make your escape. Maybe if you shut yourself away from Namjoon and the other girls, you’d be okay. Nothing could hurt you in your safe space. 

The bunch of women standing in front of you all seemed to tense with anger as they continued watching what was going on. Unable to handle the stares any longer, you dropped your hands and inched away from the glass, and Namjoon. “Where do you think you’re going?” He hissed in your ear, snatching you by the back of your neck and forcing you to stand on display once again. You shook your head back and forth quickly, silently cursing him for bringing your plans of escape to an abrupt halt. “You haven’t even gotten the chance to have fun, baby girl!” He joked in an icy tone. You cringed away from his venomous voice, wanting to fold in on yourself. Namjoon pushed you forward, pressing you fully against the glass. “No need for the act, __________. Don’t act like you don’t want Daddy to break you apart in front of all of your friends.” You gasped, flabbergasted. “Friends?“ You choked out. You were clearly offended. Since when were they considered your “friends”? They were coworkers, competition. But never were you on terms close enough to make such a stretch like that. 

With a strong hold on the back of your neck, Namjoon kept you rooted in your spot, not allowing you even the slightest ability to wiggle free from him. But that didn’t stop you from trying. You pushed against the glass, trying to use your weight to drive yourself backward enough to loose yourself from his hold. Your attempts to leave him only pissed him off further. He grabbed a fistful of the hair at the back of your head, yanking your face around so that you could look him dead in his eyes, “Do you really want to test me right now, __________?” The rage burning in his eyes should have been enough to get you to agree to anything he wanted you to do, but you were tired of this, tired of him. “Go to hell.” You spat, meeting his gaze head on. He released your hair, catching you by the throat instead. He pushed you, hard. Your back hit the glass with a sickening thud and the pain radiated through your shoulders. Panicking, you clawed at his hand, but your strength did not avail against the strength he possessed. “Namjoon….you’re hurting me!” You choked. His grasp only tightened, causing your windpipe to further constrict. 

He slammed you back once more, the pressure on your neck making it almost impossible to breathe. “P-please…” You pleaded, barely able to speak. Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to breathe, your chest burning. “Do you want to die?!” He bellowed fiercely. You shook your head no repeatedly. No. You didn’t want to die. Not here, not now, not ever. He yanked you away from the window and forced you down on to your knees with a heavy hand on the top of your head. “Beg for forgiveness.” He seethed. 

You bit into your bottom lip as the tears flowed freely. This wasn’t happening. And in front of the others! No longer were you going to be seen as “Daddy’s favorite”. You’d be seen as bottom tier, the leftovers at the bottom of the barrel. He grabbed on to your hair, forcing you away from the window, dragging you forward. You tried grabbing on to your roots to dull the pain, even if only a little bit, but he yanked harder, pulling you completely away from the window and through the house to his study, with you screaming for forgiveness the whole way. You thrashed and fought against him with every ounce of strength you had, because once you reached that room, that soundproof room, once those doors closed, you were as good as dead.

“Shut up!” He screamed as he dragged you through the house, your cries echoing off the walls. Despite his warning, you cried louder, wanting someone, anyone to hear you. “I said, ‘shut up’!” His free hand swung down, open palm, and connected with your cheek. For a moment, you saw stars, silencing your cries temporarily. But only temporarily. You drew closer to his study and began screaming again. “Please! I’m sorry! I was wrong!” You chanted as convincingly as you could at the top of your lungs. He couldn’t take you in there. No. You weren’t going. 

You passed a housekeeper and she looked at you with sadness and pity as you were dragged from her view. You fought harder. She knew as well as everyone else in this house. If you crossed that threshold, you’d pay for the sins you’d committed against Namjoon. You gave one more try, but it was too late. Far too late. He pulled you past the threshold and kicked you away from the door, glancing back at you with a savage-like look in his eyes, like he’d lost what little sanity he had. “It’s time you learned…” He panted. 

You got one last look at the house keeper before he closed the door. Not only on her, but the last bit of your will to live. 


Serious question- is it like some sacred pilgrimage for white people, especially white photographers, to go to Tanzania or Kenya and take basic ass photographs of Maasai people? It’s like their trip to the zoo. Look- Maasai jumping! Look Maasai piercing! How often do you see a humanizing photograph? Never.

As an African photographer, it’s SO easy for me to tell when a photograph in ~Africa~ was taken by a non-black and non-African person. It’s always the same shit. Cameras angled down on children, literally looking DOWN on them. Children peering around corners at the camera since they have no fucking clue who this person is waltzing around their community like its a safari. The same basic exotifying shit you would see on the discovery channel of a pack of hyenas with the exhibit this time featuring either the Maasai or the Himba. Poverty pornography. It’s all horrific.

And then I compare that to the work of African photographers like Samuel Fosso, Seydou Keita, Malick Sidibe, Zanele Muholi, Zwelethu Mthethwa, Sabelo Mlangeni, James Barnor and much more. These are the people who inspire me every single day and the core of their work is grace, art and an enduring humanity. When you look at a Keita photograph from Bamako, Mali in the 50s, it’s like you’re having a conversation with that person today. I’m always arrested by his work and that of the other African photography greats.

The photographic work of white people on the continent and non-Africans more broadly, on the other hand, does nothing for me. There is no gentleness, kindness, warmth or- fundamentally- humanity in the works. They just don’t get it or really SEE us and it shows.

There’s no way that anyone can ever tell me that great art about Africa can be made by non-Africans. It just does not compute. The continent has been pillaged for centuries. In addition to robbing us of millions of people (including countless creatives) who were exploited and killed through the slave trade, the artistic labor of our ancestors were also savaged and shipped all over the West (e.g. the Benin Bronzes). You can walk into almost any “Natural History Museum” today and find the fruits of our labor featured next to other stolen antiquities between various wild animal exhibits. When I went to the Brooklyn Museum I was captivated by the incredible indigenous art on display, but also by the exploitation, brutality and colonization which spirited this art away from its home communities all the way to Brooklyn. I hear that the British Natural History Museum is an even more horrifying glorification of colonial exploitation in the form of stolen artwork- including a huge inventory from their former African colonies.

So I honestly find it offensive when non-Africans, especially white people, are running around trying to tell African stories FOR us. Robbing us of our agency like they’ve been attempting to do for centuries now. But in spite of all of this, we rise, we create and we flourish. We create works by and for us and there’s so much power in that… and us! I’m so inspired by African artists from across the diaspora and looking at the amazing work being produced day in and day out it reminds me that we shall overcome in spite of any and all bs.



Serena talking about herself and her mother, shortly after her mother’s death 

Holby City, 17x07, Flesh and Blood

Vet-a-Visit is here!

Today is the wonderful day where my college puts on the equivalent of an open house. We invite people to come explore what being a veterinarian is like. We host interactive wildlife, zoo animal, small animal, and large animal exhibits. We demonstrate diagnostic techniques like radiography and ultrasound. We get to show off our CCU, radiology department, behaviorist, and our large animal clinic. Vet-a-Visit is all about teaching the public what veterinary medicine is really about and showing them that this is our passion.

Plus, it is always fun to paint the horses!

The Unofficial Date

Author: @sammycentric

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Reader x Spencer

Summary: See request below :)

Request: Nonny requested through @spencer-reid-recs : Request for everyone: So people in the BAU have been recently bantering about how spencer knows everything. (all in funs name.) so you go on a date with spencer to the zoo or a museum or something but you notice he’s holding back because normally he’d be spitting out facts and stats but this time he’s not. So you ask him a questions about an animal/ exhibit you see and he answers with something like “it’s pretty cool”. so a little later you two overhear a little boy asking his mom about an animal/ statue/ picture and the mom says she doesn’t know. You feel spencer about to answer but then he tenses up. so you give him a small pep talk & he tells the little kid the answer and some extra little facts about what he’s looking at.

A/N: So, I made the reader work at the BAU too so that way I could write it all from “your” point of view. And since this is technically my first posted Criminal Minds fanfiction, I tried not to go too in depth with any case or anything. Rather, I resorted to making everyone do paperwork because i’m just evil like that. >:D Also, I am SO SORRY. I got SO carried away as soon as I started this and I totally DID NOT mean for this to be so long. Oh my gosh!

“God, I hate paperwork.” Prentiss groaned and spun around in her chair, clearly bored and dying for some excitement. 

“Yeah, me too. Although mine’s done, so that’s haha to you, miss procrastinator.” You teased her and laughed with a smirk on your face as you packed up your bag. You were ready to head out for the night, and nothing was going to stand in the way of your hot bath and the take-out that was calling your name all the way down the street from that tiny Chinese restaurant. Well, almost nothing. As you headed for the glass double doors to let yourself out, you noticed Reid and Morgan arguing about something at the coffee pot. You stopped and stared debating whether to get involved, but against your better judgement you did. You were friends with both of them, but Reid was your best friend and you wanted to know what was going on between the two. Besides, you had a question to ask him anyways.

“Guys, what’s going on?” you asked, intending to sort out whatever was happening. You regretted the words as soon as you finished your sentence. Morgan and Reid both turned to face you and started to bring you into the argument without a moment’s notice for you. Words tumbled out of their mouths and you struggled to identify who was saying what.

“Tell Reid that he can’t drink 6 cups of coffee-”

“This is only my fifth!”

“With that much sugar-”

“(Y/N), I do NOT use that much sugar!”

“Would you like some coffee with your sugar, Reid?”


“Don’t ‘hey’ me, man, you can’t drink-”

“Yes I can and I w-”

“That’s not even healthy!”

“Yes it is, studies have proven that-”

“Oh, don’t even start with-”


You winced as Reid raised his voice and started to ramble about how coffee was good for the body and how it worked wonders to keep all the systems going.

“-lets you live longer, there’s a decreased risk of type 2 diabetes, decreased risk of stroke, it lowers the rate of depression for women, lowers the risk of a certain type of prostate cancer for men; the amount of things coffee does is absolutely wonderful, and I refuse to believe otherwise!”

At this point you were just wide eyed and a bit taken aback as they stared each other down, engaged in a silent war. But before you could snap out of your trance like state to do anything about their staring match, Morgan finally softened his features and sighed, defeated.

“Fine. You win. Coffee is good for you and you can drink all you want. I didn’t need to hear that little tirade of yours anyway. You truly are the smartest person here, you know that?” Morgan gave Reid a look before shaking his head in an, ‘I can’t believe that just happened’ sort of way. Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder and you snapped out of the state you were in, whirring around to find JJ standing behind you. She smiled and sounded a bit tired when she spoke.

“Hey guys, I’m heading out for the night. Bye Morgan, (Y/N). See you later, Mr. Know It All.” JJ smirked and walked out, and you saw a frown appear on Ried’s face.

“I don’t know everything. I just have a really high IQ.” Never the less, he gripped his fifth cup of coffee in triumph and headed back to his desk to pack up and go home. You and Morgan both followed him. You were about to ask him a question when Morgan spoke from behind you, cutting you off. You grumbled to yourself as he talked.

“The one thing I won’t let go of, though, is how much sugar you’re putting in there. You’ve gotta at least know that’s not healthy.”

“Actually, the sugar i’m using in my coffee is just as healthy as the coffee itself. It’s not like the Splenda packets they have set up at the counter over by the coffee pot. It’s actual sugar, and it’s totally okay for me to pour as much as I do into my coffee, thanks. Almost zero calories and high in minerals,” was Reid’s entire reply. Again he rambled on about the type of sugar he was using and Morgan just rolled his eyes and laughed. Prentiss looked up from her paperwork and gave Reid a dead sort of look, annoyed that she had to listen to this while working.

“I don’t think he’ll ever stop,” she commented, filing her paperwork in her bag to take home with her.

“Guys, come on, it’s cute the way he rambles on about stuff. Cut him some slack.” You tried to defend him the best you could, but Morgan joined in with Prentiss and scoffed.

“The day he learns to hold his tongue is the day i’ll cut him some slack. Ain’t that right, kid?”

“Hm.” Reid just sipped his coffee and packed his paperwork away.

“Hey, Reid. Can I talk to you for a second?” you tried. He nodded absentmindedly, still filing papers into his bag. You decided to continue on anyway with what you had to say, hopeful that he was actually listening. “So, I got free passes to the zoo after I won a contest on the radio the other day, and I was wondering if you wanted to go with me, since, you’re my best friend and all, and we have some down time tomorrow. And I only have two passes,” you said, looking at Prentiss and Morgan. “Sorry guys, I wanted to take Reid.”

Morgan’s eyebrows shot up and you dreaded knowing what he was thinking about at the moment. “Sounds to me like you want to take Pretty Boy on a date,” he said, only confirming your thoughts that you didn’t want to know what he was thinking. Instantly happy images of you and Spencer on a date clouded your mind. You couldn’t lie to yourself that he was cute and that you had a crush on him. You could, however, lie to the rest of the team, because that was your personal business and not theirs.

“That- that’s not what i’m saying!” A pink tint appeared on your cheeks as you started to stutter while desperately trying to explain yourself to them so they knew it wasn’t a date. “I just thought it would be fun! You don’t have to go, Reid, I just wanted to get out of the house and have some fun and-”

“Of course i’ll go with you. If it means that much to you, then who am I to deny your happiness?” He smiled slightly at you but you couldn’t help but feel as if it was forced. You wondered if it was because of what Morgan had said.

Feeling a little discouraged now but still managing to look enthusiastic about hanging out with Reid tomorrow, you replied with a happy-go-lucky, “Great! I’ll swing by your place to pick you up around noon tomorrow!” You then said your goodnights to everyone and left to go home and get some sleep before going to the zoo. You hoped it would be as fun as you had originally thought, although you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was awkward and wrong with Reid. Maybe he just needed a day off, or the last case the team had worked on had gotten to him or something. Or, it could just be Spencer. Honestly, there were times when he would act funny and no one even questioned it because it was just part of who he was as a person; he just didn’t display that part of himself regularly. Either way, you hoped tomorrow would cheer him up. And with that final thought, you managed to fall asleep soundly with no trouble at all.

The next morning you woke up to the blaring sound of your alarm clock, which you had set for nine o’ clock on the dot. Unfortunately, that’s not what your digital clock read when you took a look at it in your still-sleepy state. Instead of 9:00, the neon green numbers on the screen read 11:05. You had managed to sleep in an extra two hours on accident, and now you had less than 45 minutes to get ready before you had to pick up Reid. You sucked in a sharp breath and leapt out of bed, rushing to find some clothes and comb through your hair. Once you were dressed and your hair was combed, you hurriedly brushed your teeth and made sure you smelled okay before snatching your phone and keys off the kitchen counter and heading outside. Checking your phone as the door shut behind you, you realized Reid had texted you twice and called you a couple of times as well, and then left a voice mail. You listened to it on the way to your car.

“Hey, (Y/N). Are we still on for this afternoon? You haven’t answered your phone at all and I was just wondering if you decided to take someone else or if you didn’t want to go. Just…call me back when you get this and let me know what’s going on. Bye.” Reid’s voice rang out through the speakers as you growled in frustration. Now he thought you wanted to take someone else or that you had forgotten about him. Great. That wasn’t what you had meant to do at all… You pulled up his name in your contacts and pressed the call button as you shut the door to your car and shoved the key in the ignition. After about three rings and fifteen seconds of you nervously waiting, he picked up. “Hello?”

“Hey, Reid, it’s (Y/N). I’m on my way to pick you up right now, I’m so sorry! I overslept but I’m on my way now, I mean if you still want to go, I didn’t forget you I swear! I really overslept and I’m so sorry-”

“(Y/N), it’s okay. Really. I’ll watch for your car. You’re not actually that far behind schedule anyway, it’s only 11:30. By the time you get here it’ll be 11:40. That’s actually twenty minutes early.”

“Okay, okay…thanks. I have to go, I’ll see you when I get to your place.”

“See you then.” You hung up the phone and pulled out of the driveway, relaxing a little bit as you did. Reid was right; you weren’t really that far behind on schedule and even if traffic was bad, you would still be there before 12:00. 

For the most part, you drove down the roads with the radio on and the windows cracked to listen to the city sounds. You finally relaxed and stopped glancing at the clock every minute or so, only taking a look when you neared Reid’s place. You had made pretty good timing, too. It was only 11:47, which was appropriate for the amount of traffic you had been through. You parked and went to go get him, but as you were getting out of your car you heard your name. Turning around, you realized it was Reid and that he was already outside and headed towards you. Well, that was easy.

“You ready to go?” he asked as he opened the passenger door.

“Of course!” you responded in a chipper voice, completely recovered from this morning’s time scare.

The ride to the zoo was somewhat silent but there was pleasant conversation made too, sometimes. Not once had Reid spat out any facts or statistics though, which you thought was odd. Again, the thought that maybe he needed a day off or that the latest case had gotten to him creeped into your mind, but you dismissed the thought soon after and made a silent pledge to yourself to cheer him up today no matter what.

As you stood in line with Reid, you had to stop yourself from bouncing around. You were tremendously excited to have some time off, and what was even more was that you were spending it with your best friend at the zoo. You heard him laugh behind you and turned to face him, excitement written all over your facial features.

“Awe, don’t laugh! I’m just really, really, really, really, really, really, really happy to be here! What should we go first? I can’t decide, you pick!” you spoke in a fast pace, hyper and eager to get through the entrance and start visiting exhibits as soon as you possibly could.

“I would if I had a map to look at, but we don’t get those until they admit us through.” The corners of his lips turned up in a smile and he couldn’t help but shake his head at you. Although you didn’t know it, he was glad to be spending time with you alone outside of work. The other team members had agitated him and made him feel annoying and stuck up when they should have made him feel appreciated. He may have been a genius with an IQ of 187, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have feelings. Sure, maybe he liked knowing all that he did, but he never wanted to use his knowledge in spite of others; he only ever wanted to share it with them because he thought it was interesting and relevant. And you seemed to be the only person who willingly would listen to him without making some snarky comment.

“I can help who’s next,” said a monotone voice from behind the stand to the right.

“Hey, that’s us!” you exclaimed. You rushed forward and slid the two passes over to the female employee who was working behind the stand. “I won them from a radio contest.” You grinned proudly as she nodded without looking at you.

“May I see your hand?” she asked, catching you off guard.

“Um…w-what?” you stammered, confused. Before she had a chance to reply, however, you felt Reid take your hand in his and set it on the counter separating the employee from the two of you. You turned to your best friend for an explanation as heat flooded to your face from the contact you had with him, but he just placed his hand on the counter as well. A second later there was a small pressure on the back of your hand and then Reid was dragging you through the entrance of the zoo.

“Reid, why did you grab my hand like that? What did she want?” You were genuinely baffled at what had just happened.

“Firstly, you can call me Spencer, (Y/N). We’re not at work anymore.” He chuckled and continued on. “Secondly, take a look at your hand.”

You glanced to the back of your hand and saw a blue smily face made of ink, but you still hadn’t put two and two together. “There’s a smily face,” you stated bluntly.

“Yes, there is. That’s in case we decide to leave early for some reason and then come back later in the day. That’s our free admittance for today, since they took the passes. See? I have one too.” He held up his hand to show you the blue smily face that adorned his skin.

It finally clicked and you made an “O” shape with your mouth. You felt dumber than a rock. “Ohhhh! Oh, they stamped my hand? That makes sense!”

“You’re such a dork, (Y/N). But that’s okay, because I really love that about you.” He laughed and you blushed in embarrassment, but then you both seemed to realize what he had said and you felt your face start to burn up. Before you could say anything though, he was tugging you to a stand a couple feet away that had maps and flyers and ads. He grabbed two maps and handed one to you, and just like that your attention was elsewhere, which is what he had been hoping for.

“So, now can you pick where we go first?” You watched as he opened the map and scanned his eyes over it.

“Barnyard animals,” was all he said before he started walking towards their exhibit, which was all the way at the other end of the zoo. You didn’t question him though, you just followed and tried to keep up with his long strides. Eventually you found yourselves entering a barn that smelled a little less than appealing, but you didn’t have time to focus on the smell as something else drew your attention away.

“Spencer! Spencer, look!” You tugged on his sleeve to get him to look where you were looking, but he already knew what was making you squeal. He had taken you to this specific exhibit for two main reasons, one of which you had already discovered. He knew that the second you walked into the barn you would notice the little ducklings and chicks scrambling around in the straw.

“Aren’t they adorable!? Oh my gosh, look at their little beaks! That one’s grey, and- and that little one is wobbling around. Why is he wobbling? Is he hurt? Oh, poor guy! Or girl, I mean, how do you even tell?” 

You half expected Spencer to answer your question with a fact followed up with a statistic, but all he said was, “They’re pretty cute.”

“Just cute? No special facts or statistics?” You gave him a questioning look but he just shrugged. Now you knew there was something wrong with him, because the Spencer you knew would never hold back like this. He would want to tell you everything he knew about the baby ducks and chicks that were scurrying around in front of you. “Who are you and what have you done with Dr. Reid?” you said suspiciously. He gave you a look but attempted to divert your attention again.

“Look, there’s an employee. I wonder what he’s doing,” he told you in a thoughtful tone.

“Come on, this is the second time you’ve tried to distract me. You think I haven’t noticed? What are you up to?”

“No, really (Y/N), look.”

As you peered over the gate and into the stall that held the little ducklings, an employee entered from the back. You guessed that he was there to feed the chicks and ducklings or to give them more water, but you weren’t sure. You were about to leave him to his job and find another exhibit when Spencer nudged you back towards the stall and told you to wait and watch. And boy were you glad that you did, because if you hadn’t you would’ve missed one of the best moments of your life.

“Are you two here for the 1:00 event?” the employee inquired.

“That’s correct,” Spencer answered for you.

“You guys can come on in, then. Here, I’ll get the gate for you. I just ask that you be gentle when handling the little ones. The feed bag is over there in the corner. My name is James andI’ll be here to supervise; if you have any questions or need anything please let me know,” the employee explained as he opened the gate separating you and the precious balls of fluff.

“Wait, I can come in and hold them and feed them?” Your eyes lit up as bright as the sun, and Spencer smiled to himself. He loved seeing you like this; happy and upbeat, not serious and quiet like you were on cases or when you were doing paperwork. You gladly entered the stall and sat down on the dirty stone ground that was littered with straw, but you didn’t mind one bit. The baby birds seemed cautious at first, but eventually they came around and started to climb all over you; they jumped up on your legs, nipped at your shoelaces and sleeves, and nestled up in your cupped hands to take a nap.

“You sure can. Are both of you coming in?” James asked politely.

“Oh, I don’t know…I think I’ll stay out here. There all yours, (Y/N).” Reid was quite content with just watching you from outside the gate, but you had other ideas.

“Awe, why? They’re so cute! You’re not gonna come in here with me?” You pouted and used your best puppy dog eyes that you could muster. “There’s so many of them, and I’ll just have to hold them all myself. I guess my best friend doesn’t care about me anymore…” You let out an exaggerated sigh. You watched Spencer roll his eyes as you lifted the little chick that was situated in your hands up to your eye level. You noticed there was an odd blotchy dot on it’s beak, and suddenly the lightbulb above your head lit up. “I’m going to call you Dott, with two T’s, because you’re just special like that. And guess what? You’re cute enough to be my new best friend!”

Knowing that would break Spencer and get him to sit down with you, you only smirked and watched as he asked James to let him inside, all the while muttering something along the lines of, “No baby chicken is going to steal my title of best friend.” After he was let in, he sat down next to you and let the baby chickens and ducklings climb on him too. You laughed and giggled at his mixed reactions; he seemed to be okay with them at first and at one point he was even smiling, and then you weren’t sure what happened but it seemed like all of the little birds decided to swarm him at once. You just laughed as he tried to scold them, telling them to get down and gently swatting at the ones who thought his shoelaces were pasta, apparently. Yeah, you would never forget this moment for as long as you lived.

You and Spencer smiled at each other as you both sat on the ground and played with the ducks and chickens. But as they say, time flies when you’re having fun, and soon a half hour had passed and play time with the baby birds was over. But luckily for you, Spencer still had a second reason he had brought you to this exhibit, and you were about to find out what it was.

“Unfortunately, the 1:00 event is over guys,” James informed you. You immediately frowned, unhappy to be ripped away from Dott and all the other cute little birds. “Buuuuut, if you two are sticking around for a bit longer, in about five minutes there’s a 1:30 event where you get to feed and pet the cows?” he suggested.

“Spence! We have to stay! Can we? Pleeeaaassee!?” you begged.

“Of course we can.” He broke out into a grin as you both exited the stall that held the baby birds while brushing the dirt off your pants.

“Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I get to feed cows!” You nearly skipped over to the stall that held two cows and leaned on the gate. One of them was a baby, which you thought was adorable, and the other must have been the mother cow. James came in through the back of the stall again, and you watched as he drug a huge bag of vegetation behind him. You were so fixated on James and the baby cow that you didn’t notice when a child came up beside you and tried to peer over the gate. You only realized he was there when Spencer came up behind you and asked the boy where the his mother was.

“Hey buddy, where’s your mom?” Spencer questioned, making you turn around. You took in the sight of the boy as soon as you noticed him. He couldn’t be any older than Jack was; he was about Jack’s height and had short but spiky brown hair. He was dressed in a pair of overalls and a cute little blue shirt underneath, with some grey tennis shoes to complete the outfit. He was obviously loved and cared for.

“Oh my gosh, I didn’t even see you there! Are you lost?” you added to Spencer’s words.

“No. Mommy’s there…” The boy pointed to the barn entrance where a woman with short blonde hair was leaning against the huge door frame, checking her cell phone for something.

“Oh, good.” You breathed a sigh of relief and bent down to talk to the child while Spencer kept his eyes on the mother to make sure she didn’t just leave her kid. He was probably just being paranoid, but then again…with the things he had seen while doing his job, he wanted to make sure the kid got to his mom okay and that this was nothing more than a kid straying a little bit away from his mom at the zoo. “What’s your name?”

“Tyler,” he answered in a hesitant voice.

“That’s a nice name, Tyler. How old are you?” you tried.

“Mommy says not to talk to strangers very much…”

“Mommy’s smart and you should listen to her.” You smiled kindly looked over to the mother, who just now seemed to realize what was going on.

“Tyler! What did I tell you about talking to strangers?” You could tell she was scared by the way she hurriedly walked over to you and Spencer and then scooped up her son in her arms. Spencer seemed to sense this too, and he fished around in his pocket for a bit before pulling out his FBI badge and showing it to Tyler’s mother.

“It’s alright, ma’am. We’re FBI, so you can trust us, I promise.” You recognized the tone of voice that he liked to use when he was talking to children or someone he thought might break if he wasn’t careful with them. It was his tone of reassurance; his way of saying everything was okay. 

You dug around in your purse for your badge too and provided it for her to see, backing up your coworker by saying, “It might be our day off, but we’re still looking out for the wellbeing of everyone around us.”

“Thank you,” Tyler’s mother breathed out, obviously relieved. “I was just looking for a signal on my cell; I was trying to text my husband but the texts aren’t going through. It doesn’t matter, though. I’m sure he’ll be home for dinner later tonight after work, and if he doesn’t like what I make then I guess that’s too bad, right?” She laughed lightly and turned her attention to Tyler. “I didn’t expect you to run off like that, Ty. You scared mommy. I guess you really wanted to feed those cows, huh?”

“Oh, you’re here to feed the cows too?” Spencer asked Tyler in the same tone of voice as earlier.

“Yeah!” Tyler exclaimed, trying to wiggle free from his mother’s grasp so he could see the huge animals. His mother set him down on the ground and he ran over next to you and jumped on the gate, peering over to see the baby. “Awww, she’s so cute!”

“She is, isn’t she?” You smiled down at Tyler and watched as James came to the front of the stall.

“Okay, who’s ready to feed some cows!?” James gave some leaves to Tyler, who took them excitedly and held them out to the baby cow. It sniffed the leaves timidly before wrapping it’s slimy tongue around them and yanking them from Tyler’s hand. He let out a yelp in surprise and jumped down off the gate and into his mother’s legs, holding onto them tightly. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” his mother reassured him. “You have a book about cows, remember? They’re harmless, just like the ones in your book. You wanna try again?” Tyler nodded and slowly came back to the gate where James handed him another bunch of leaves. He still looked scared though…

“How about I feed the mommy cow while you feed the baby?” Spencer offered, seemingly out of the blue. “Does that sound okay?” He walked a few steps forward until he was between you and Tyler and had access to the cows.

Tyler smiled and nodded. Spencer smiled back and took some leaves to give to the cow, and then he and Tyler held out their hands for the cows. The leaves were gone within seconds and Tyler was standing on the gate in awe, wide eyes and a grin on his face. The sight absolutely melted your heart and made you feel warm and gushy on the inside. You were used to seeing Spencer uptight and focused on work most of the time, not…caring and nurturing. Once again you felt heat flood your face, and you realized something as you watched Spencer interact with Tyler.

You were in love with Spencer Reid.

“Mommy! Did you see that!? The baby cow took the leaves!” Tyler squealed.

“I saw, honey! It must like you!” His mother smiled at him and then turned to Spencer. “Thank you so much. I know he was afraid of that and you helped him get over it.”

“It’s not a problem, really. I babysit for my coworkers sometimes. Kids are great, aren’t they?” he answered. You thought there was a twinge of wistfulness in his voice, but that train of thought got interrupted by Tyler.

“Mommy, is it true that cows have four stomaches like my book says?” Tyler stared up at his mother with inquisitive eyes and expected an answer, but his mother just stammered.

“Ah…i’m not sure, sweetie. I mean I think so, but it might have been five…I don’t really know, Ty. Sorry.” She gave an apologetic look.

“Actually-” Spencer started, but held his tongue and din’t continue with the answer. He was about to answer Tyler’s question and you knew it. So why did he just stop? That wasn’t like him at all. And when you had a good look at him, you could tell he was tensed up and hesitant. His shoulders were tight, he was drawn in on himself, and he was biting his lower lip. If you weren’t so worried you would have thought that was hot, but he was just acting weird.

“Spence?” you questioned. “Hey, are you okay?” You grabbed his arm and led him over to the other side of the barn, out of earshot from Tyler and his mom. “What was that? Come on, talk to me.”

“Nothing, that was nothing,” he lied. He shook his head and tried to protest against you. “I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. Where do you want to go next?”

You sighed, frustrated. “Spencer. Stop trying to distract me. Seriously, what’s up with you? You haven’t spit out any facts today at all. I don’t understand-”

“(Y/N), do you think i’m a know-it-all?” he interrupted. He sounded dejected; defeated, almost. And then it clicked- you remembered how JJ had called him “Mr. Know It All” and how Emily had remarked that he would never stop, and how Derek had argued with him and gave him crap about knowing so much.

“Spencer,” you said softly, “I don’t think you’re a know-it-all. I think you’re a genius with an IQ of 187 who’s been teased just a little too much over the past couple of weeks, and who’s feeling down because of how his coworkers have been treating him.” He didn’t say anything, just hung his head and sighed in a sad way, so you continued to tell him how you felt. “I think you’re full of amazing knowledge and your eidetic memory lets you retain so much information that you just have to share it with other people. It’s part of who you are; you just…you have this natural urge to share what you think is interesting information, which, by the way it usually is, and you want others to know what you do. You don’t do it to annoy people or to rub it in their face that you know more than they do. I know you don’t do that. You don’t have the heart for that.” Finally he lifted his head and looked you in the eyes. It seemed like he was searching for something, but you didn’t know what. “I like when give facts and statistics about things that are relevant, and I know the others do too. They may not seem like they appreciate it, but let me tell you something i’ve learned by spending time with you: the BAU needs you. I’m not sure you realize just how much you do for the team, but I can tell you that none of us would be here if it weren’t for you. I can’t tell you how many cases we’ve had where I’ve watched you connect the final dots and figure everything out. There’s been too many to count. In all of those cases, what would the team have done without your extensive knowledge on things? How would we have solved all those cases without you? How many good people would still be alive without you, and how many bad people would still be roaming around the country looking for their next victim, Spence? You are who you are, and that is what has made you such a successful part of the BAU and that’s also why you’re my best friend, and-” You paused, not knowing if you should say the next part. Would that ruin your friendship? Ah, to hell with it, you didn’t care at this point. You wanted Spencer to know the whole truth. “That’s also why I love you. Because you are you, and I wouldn’t want you any other way. I love you, Spencer.”

There was a small moment of silence between the two of you before Spencer finally gripped your shoulders with both hands and leaned his forehead in so that it touched yours. You swallowed hard, the close proximity between the two of you making you nervous and anxious. “Is that…is that true, (Y/N)?” You nodded yes, and he stared into your eyes for what felt like the longest time before asking, “All of it?” You nodded again.

“Yes, all of it. I love you.” There was no hesitation as he leaned in and pressed his lips to yours. This kiss didn’t seem to last long enough, however; just as soon as his lips touched yours, it felt like they were gone in the same instant. Without any explanation, Spencer walked back over to Tyler and kneeled down to his height. As you walked closer to them, you could hear Spencer explaining about cows.

“-it’s all one stomach, but there are four different chambers; rumen, reticulum, omasum, and abomasum. Did you know cows spend about 8 hours eating a day and 8 hours chewing their cud? But there are 24 hours in a day, so what do you think they spend the rest of the day doing? We’ve already used up 16 hours.” He smiled as he waited for Tyler’s response.

“Mooing!” Tyler giggled while his mother and Spencer laughed. You just smiled while watching from afar.

“Close, but not quite. They sleep the rest of the day away. Additionally, cows can’t throw up their food because of their four stomaches. And, let’s see…they drink about a bathtub of water per day,” Spencer continued. He no longer seemed like he was holding back on his facts, and he seemed genuinely happy now. His smile was so much brighter than it had been earlier.

“Wow, that’s a lot of water! Mommy, can we get a cow?” Tyler looked up at his mom with a serious expression, and his mom’s eyes seemed to widen impossibly. Spencer laughed and you followed suit but felt a little bad for the mother, who had to disappoint her son and say no to getting a cow.

“Oh, honey, I don’t think…um, Tyler, sweetie, cows are such big animals. Maybe someday when you’re older and move out, then you can have a barn all to yourself and own cows and horses and pigs. How about that? In the mean time…would you two be interested in babysitting sometime?” The mother turned to look at you and Spencer, and both of you gaped, not sure what to say. “You’re both so good with him, and I know he really likes you. I would pay you both. His father and I both have busy jobs that keep us away from home for long hours…here, this is my card. You can think about it and give me a call this weekend, if you’re interested?”

“Oh, um…” You were the first to speak, striding forward to take the card from her. “I’m not sure, our jobs keep us out of state most of the time, but…”

During your silence, Spencer spoke for you. “We’d absolutely love to. And this,” he said, opening his wallet and pulling out a rectangular piece of paper, “is my card. I’ll write (Y/N)’s number on the back of it in case you can’t get a hold of me. Both of us do go out of state quite a bit, but we’re also home for decent periods of time. Just let us know whenever you need a babysitter, and don’t be afraid to call last minute; you never know.” He held out his card and she took it and put it in her pocket.

“Thank you both so much. I’ll call when I need you! Tyler and I have to go, but we’ll see you both around!” She picked up her son who was waving goodbye with a smile and they headed out of the barn and blended in with the rest of the zoo-going crowd. You turned to Spencer, a look of disbelief on your face.

“Spence. Is that really going to work out? I mean, I love Tyler, he’s sweet, and his mom is so nice. But can we really…?”

“Sure we can. It if works when she calls, then it works. If it doesn’t work when she calls, it doesn’t. We told her that. There’s no reason we shouldn’t try to make it work, though,” was his answer.

“Wow…I’m thinking maybe my pep talk got you a little too optimistic.” You both laughed and took one last look at the cows before heading out of the barn.

“So, where to next?” he asked you. “I picked this exhibit, so it’s your turn now.”

“Definitely the rainforest! All the animals over there are super cute!” You turned to leave, but Spencer stopped you.

“Alright, but there’s something I want to do first. Come back here.”

“Okay?” You took a step closer to him, not expecting what came next. He enveloped you in a tight embrace and rested his chin on top of your head, then nuzzled his nose against your hair affectionately.

“I love you too,” you heard him whisper. You wrapped your arms around him as tight as you could and squeezed, although your strength didn’t even begin to compare to his.

“So, I guess if i’m being completely honest…” you admitted, “I did like the idea of this being a date. But I didn’t want to ask, and I didn’t know if you liked me, so I just told myself it was kind of like an unofficial date, and that I was just going to go with you as a friend. I should have just asked.”

“An unofficial date…that’s cute. But why don’t we make it official and just call it a date? After all, I did plan on paying for your lunch…”

“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that! Spencer!” You tried to protest, but he wasn’t having any of it.

“Nope. I’m paying and that’s final. Now come on, we have the whole zoo to explore before the day’s over. You don’t want to miss out on anything, right?” He coyly slipped his hand in yours while you weren’t paying attention and pulled you along to the rainforest exhibit after a quick kiss.

“Just so you know, all the kisses in the world won’t make me forget that you’re paying for my lunch. I’m not letting that one go; I will find a way to pay you back!” 

You laughed as he tugged you around. The rest of the day went smoothly and whenever you had a question for Spencer, he answered it just as he normally would. The only difference this time was the way he wrapped his arms around you from behind and held you close to him. You both stopped for lunch at one of the restaurants in the Australian part of the zoo halfway through your day, and you finally let Spencer convince you that it was okay for him to pay for you. You both talked about what you had already seen earlier and ate quickly before setting off again. At the end of the day, after you had visited every exhibit there was to visit, he had stopped in the gift shop with you and let you pick out a cute stuffed animal of your choice, which he paid for as well. You held it close to your chest with one hand while the other was entwined in his as you both left through the exit, smiles on your faces and happiness in your light hearts.