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The Ultimate Test

A/N: It’s 3 AM and I decided to not sleep and write this instead. I missed my one year fic-i-versary (it was the 21st) so pretend that this is written for that. Thank you guys for everything you have done for me and for making me feel so loved - I wouldn’t be where I am today without you all. I hope you enjoy this.

Summary: Your relationship with Spencer has had its ups and downs like any normal marriage, but it is put to the test when Spencer gets put on trial for murder. (Think 12x15)

Word Count: 1500 ish

Warnings: Season 12 spoilers (It’s kind of crucial that you at least have a little idea of what’s happening in the show before reading this). Angst.

Originally posted by caliciaporter

Being Spencer Reid’s wife was like a dream come true.

He constantly showered you with his love, left you little love notes all around your apartment, and stole kisses from you when you made breakfast. When he was out on a case, he would always be sure to send you something. Whether it be a single long stemmed rose or a bag of your favorite candy, even when he was away he would make sure that you knew that he was thinking about you. The love you had for each other was unwavering and everlasting, as it was stated during your wedding ceremony. Nothing could change that.

The way he loved your daughter, Brynn, made you fall in love with him even more. He video-called the two of you when he was away and spent every waking minute that he was home with her. Spencer would do anything to make her smile. That little girl had her father wrapped around her little finger.

Being Spencer Reid’s wife was no easy task.

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anonymous asked:

I am very understanding on when Lauren stands with all of this, and she's said this — idk, feels like 2014 again lol. But I hate it when she's so rude about it. Like, if you're gonna call out shitty stans for what you see at least call all of them, not just shitty cs that make us all look bad i dont know!!!! ah!!!!! anxiety!!!! Sorry if any of this sounds selfish or whatever, but it just hurts me. I was doing just fine, but I HAd to look up camren on youtube that 2014 fml

It’s okay I get it - I think she just wanted to shut the haters down and didn’t really think about the non-crazy fans who obviously got very disappointed and felt accused of something they’re not responsible for - she put us all in the same basket without thinking that it might hurt some. The fact is, she never embraced the opportunity to make Camren something positive (I think the main reason for that is that Camren was indeed real). Lauren has always been at war with CS, not once did she say anything positive about it - even though it helped a lot of people - I mean it was understandable when she was younger and figuring herself out but now she’s 20, she’s out, and still she couldn’t find a way to end it on a better note - I get that she’s mad and probably tired of it all, and that she had to be direct and blunt, but I think she could’ve used other words.

So, this whole discussion about making art/fic/crafts for money and whether that sucks the joy out of it, etc. got me thinking. 

I don’t have any conclusions drawn, just lots of free-floating thoughts.

Like, I enjoy drawing things, and I enjoy when the thing I draw actually makes me a little bit of money, and I wouldn’t mind drawing more things that people like and making a little more money. But the drawing that has made me the most money (cute, colorful collage) is not the kind of drawing I find currently challenging (realistic pencil drawings that maybe don’t reproduce well on phone cases or make for fun or eye-catching t-shirts). And as far as writing, I feel way more possessive about it and really, really don’t want that to be commodified or joyless or even harshly judged in any way–although if money showed up magically, I wouldn’t say no, of course, and I am interested in scrubbing one or more of my fics to be sellable, so….

Who the heck knows. There’s a lot for me to untangle there.

But those of you who do art/craft/write for money, what are your thoughts? How does it work for you? Does being creative for pay take the shine off things?

[Tagging some folks under the cut.]

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Yeah (Y/N), when are you and Alex having hot angry sex?

Intro: You are the actress who plays Njæla on History Vikings. After the season finale of season 5B, you and the cast are at Comic Con. Fans ask about shocking events, romantic developments and try to squeeze out some teasers for season 6. At the beginning of season 5, you and Alex started to date in secret. Your castmates suspect something but both of you have denied any gossip. That until there is asked a very spicy question…

I watched Comic Con panels all day instead of learning… Worth it? Probably. Going to regret it tomorrow? Probably.

( Making up because i am having to deal with writersblock for Óhræddr pt. 3 #perfectionist)

Originally posted by jbfor22

“Alex how could you have killed Lagertha?!” A girl screamed hard through the microphone. You laughed and laid your hand in a comforting matter on Katheryns, who sat at your right. She pouted and lifted her shoulders as she was applauded. It was your third time at Comic Con but everytime it excited you more. You had just rolled a killer season and had received such good feedback from all the fans, Micheal was truly a genius.

“She killed his mother and I think that it was justified with her death. Ivar kept his promise.” Alex answered honestly as he was applauded too.

“And now will Bjorn make one.” Alexander said darkly in the mic and you wooed with the audience. The girl nodded in thanks and the next person walked to the microphone.

“Hi, what’s your name?” The panel lady asked and you took the oppertunity to look around the room. The Viking fans were awesome, they had dressed like a viking and made all these wonderfull things like shields and fake axes. It was something that inspired you allot, but also laid pressure on your shoulders.

“Hi, my name is Emily and I want to say that I love everyone of you and you have created a beautiful show.” The girl with the long brown hair said as people voiced their agreement with clapping and shouting.

“My favorite character is Njæla and so my question is for (Y/N).” She continued and you leaned forward to rest your elbows on the table.

“Thank you.” You answered as a blush crept on your face. You still weren’t used to the media attention and ‘fans’ that commented on everything you did. Luckily for you, you barely got critiques.

“My question is: we all know that Njæla and Ivar are not the best friends but Njæla does care about him. She showed that in begin season 4 and she was also supportive to him after Sigurd’s death while everyone else was angry. Does Njæla have any feelings for Ivar and will this perhaps develop towards hot angry sex?” Emily asked a bit shy at the end and the whole room laughed. You laughed with them but couldn’t help but start to become a little red. You could feel the eyes of the unknowing fans on you but also the eyes of your suspicious castmates.

You laughed again nervously after the room became silent and eyed Alex who sat at your left, he looked down but bit on his lip to stop grinning. He took a deep breath and looked up to you, mischief in his eyes, clear as daylight before he leaned forward to answer your question. You clung on the mic with dear life for you were afraid of what Alex would say. Lets say that you knew him too good to answer with someting decent.

“I will answer Andersen.” You said as you raised your and to stop him and the panel laughed.

“Eh…” You started, desperately searching for the right words.

“Yeah (Y/N), when are you and Alex having hot angry sex?” Jordan asked from next to Alexander. He replaced your characters names with your own on purpose, the audience didn’t noticed but you did. His eyes glimmered with mischief too and Marco and Alexander tried to hold down their laugh. You bit on your lip, a new wave of blood flowing to your cheeks.

“Are you encouraging your wife to cheat on you?” You asked smugly in response before you faced Emily.

“I think that Njæla got her hands full with Ubbe and that even though everything that happens between them she still loves him. So no, I don’t think that she will switch brothers.” You said and leaned down in your chair, trying to calm yourself.

“You can’t know that for sure, I mean, we should ask Micheal Hirst about that.” Alex suddenly peeped up next to you. You were shocked by his sudden answer.

“I mean, their is clearly sexual tension between them.” Alex elaborated as innocent as possible. That jerk… Fine, you thought, he wants to play, lets play.

“Is there something that you are not telling me, boneless?” You asked innocently and yet daring with raised eyebrows as the whole audience screamed in excitement. Ales’s eyes glimmered dangerously, his tongue licked his lip slowly and you coul’dn’t help but look at them. Fangirls in the audience seemed to die at his little gesture and screamed loudly. Oh how you wanted to kiss him.

“I will say nothing.” Alex said and leaned back, losing your dangerous game. You sighed relieved but quietly as the audience wooed. Underneath the table Alex’s hand found yours.

“Let’s go to the next question.” The panel lady said and a new person walked up to the mic. You looked as Alex leaned forward towards your ear.

“Can i still take that offer of hot angry sex?” He whispered and you laughed. Alexander and Jordan pointing at you while they whispered something too. Josefin and Ida looked a little confused until also Alexander whispered something to them. You didn’t mind anymore as you stared in Alex’s blue eyes.

“Perhaps.” You whispered back, earning a grin from him.

unjovialhackingsatan  asked:

Your conclusion was lovely. I have nothing to say other than, don't listen to people telling you to hurry up, or anything like that, you work at your own speed. Your comic makes me super happy, and I am so thankful for that. I'll keep checking every day for Blind!Dean updates, but I won't expect them any faster than you can produce them! Thank you again! xx



THANK YOU, oh oohhH MYGOD holy shit this mean so much. This is literally the reason why i keep going SO THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH seriously

 you guys have no idea what it means when you comment, or send asks, or leave cute little notes in the tags THANK YOU HOLY FUCK.

Girl crushes

I have a lot of girl crushes.

Someone just posted something to the effect of a girl crush and it got me thinking. I don’t know that I could ever “date” a girl though. I think it would just be a weird friendship that involved sex or something. Oh well, it doesn’t matter much anyway since I’m not making any changes. My life is my life, my love is my love, my fucked up brain is my fucked up brain and I’ll just ride that shit out till the bitter end.

I can’t find my digital copy of my book so I think I am just going to retype it. It’s been a year or two since I’ve written a page and there are a shit ton of edits so it’s probably the best way. I need to finish. I need to restart.

delta-night-arrow  asked:

I'm cracking up about that one anon going off over the shoe bows. I was just imagining Hancock learning how to sew 'cause he doesn't trust anyone else to mend his coat. They might ruin his Signature Look when his back is turned. If he were to get teased about "becoming an old lady", he'd be like: "well I am pushin' some high numbers, but don't make the mistake of thinking I'll be slowin' down any time soon." Gender roles can stay in Pre-War times, where they belong, thank you very much.

hancock will stab anyone that belittles the female gender with a sewing needle

Anonymous asked:

Whenever I read I am inspired to write. People say that’s a good thing but it gets in the way of my reading. I can hardly complete a chapter of a book. When I feel like writing it’s like an itch that won’t go away so I end up writing. I love that I write and enjoy it a lot but I miss reading for hours. Any suggestions? P.S. I love your blog. It’s so helpful

Your best bet in a situation like this is to just make yourself do the thing you want to do. I think that’s something we forget so often. We’re not mindless automatons who are weak-willed and putty in the hands of our own desires. We’re intelligent human beings who are more than capable of saying, “I’m going to write for a little while, and then I’m going to read for a little while.” It’s just that simple.

If you have a vague idea of how much spare time you’ll have on any given day, you can try dividing that time evenly between reading and writing. Let’s say you’ll have four spare hours on Monday. Spend two writing, and then read for two hours. Set a timer if you need to. When the timer goes off, don’t make excuses. Even if that writing itch still wants to be scratched, say, “I wrote for two hours, now I’m going to read for two hours. I will write again tomorrow.” :)

Have a writing question? I’d love to hear from you! Please be sure to read my ask rules and master list first or your question will not be answered. :)

anonymous asked:

Am I obligated to do sensory therapy or any other kind of therapy? My mom says that I should because my sensory processing problems. But I don't want to put myself through this. I have seen some videos of it and it seems horrible to me. I don't wanna do it, I feel like I can live without it really good. But my mom thinks otherwise, she says that if I continue the way I am (not eating a lot of things, refusing to do other stuff because of noise or stuff) I will end up alone. Help me please. 😭

You are definitely not obligated to do any kind of therapy you don’t want to. Therapy should be your choice, not something you are forced into.

Further, your mom is wrong. You won’t end up alone because of your sensory issues. Having a limited diet and refusing to participate in things that cause you pain will not make it so that you are alone. There are many people who are accommodating and accepting of other’s differences. Further, you may find some autistic friends or partners who also have sensory issues and thus understand what you’re going through. Regardless, you won’t end up alone unless you chose to be alone.


cloudypoet  asked:

hey, i am in high school and i am really stressed ! any tips!! x

omg, i feel you! high school will define us in our whole life and i feel so stressed with essays, exams, tests, homework. sometimes i feel like i can’t do everything and it’s so much pressure. but the truth is that life will not end in high school and we need to keep our head up. get stressed won’t do anything for you, it will only make things difficult and it’s really bad for your health. 

  1. try to manage your time! learn how to organise things and try to start with the hardest stuff first. when you have a spare time use it to do your tasks or study.
  2. study earlier! don’t leave things for the previous day because it’ll stress you and there’s no need for that. try to get a study schedule to organise your study and manage your time. 
  3. remain calm. your test didn’t go well? you had a bad grade? life will not end. you need to continue to study because things will get better. the world hasn’t ended and you have still exams to do. 
  4. think positively! i know it’s hard in times like these, but to be honest, nothing is better than feeling positive. positive will make you go through the year and it will make you feel better with yourself. 
  5. get enough sleep! if you have school next day make sure you go to bed early. your brain needs to rest and you do too. you’ll be more efficient if you have slept 7-8 than if you had only 4-5 hours. 
  6. seek help! there’s nothing wrong with admitting you need help. you don’t need to do the things all alone. you can talk to your parents or your counselor they will help you get through this.

i hope this help! if you need someone to talk i’m here! 💛

Forever and Always

Chanyeol’s POV:

      I knew something was wrong instantly when I texted Y/N. Her messages were short and plain, no added personality to them per usual. The way she was talking hinted something was up. Joke after joke, her response was the same and I’m pretty hilarious so who wouldn’t laugh. Specifically her. 

      Criticism is all I heard during rehearsal because I couldn’t concentrate. Everyone knows I’m not the best dancer when I’m trying so you can imagine how awful I am when I’m struggling to pay attention. Copying whatever move Lay makes doesn’t do me any good either. Chen would call me out every time I so much as laid an eye on one of the dancers to shadow their motions. 

      All I want to do is check my phone and see if Y/N has responded. She’s been ignoring my last couple messages for the past hour and I’m hoping she isn’t annoyed with me. Most likely, she’s taking her daily nap. I would call and wake her up to make sure she’s okay, but I’m not allowed to have my phone out or I’ll get in trouble with the managers. I’m in enough trouble with my fellow members for not being able to pay attention. 

      After practice is finally completed, I rush towards my bag, digging through the bottom to search for my phone. My other members give me weird looks since I’m never so excited to leave the studio. Hoping for some messages from Y/N replying that she;s okay, I’m let down when there are none. Zero messages. 

      A vision in my mind shows her either being hurt or being so upset that she turned her phone off. Y/N is rarely not on her phone so this is a big deal. Slinging my duffel bag over my shoulder, I sprint out the door to the van waiting to escort me home. Once safely buckled in my seat like my driver insists, I dial Y/N’s number, sighing when the call goes to voicemail. 

      Once I get home, what scares me the most is the closed bedroom door facing me. Pressing my ear to the wood, I tune into the sounds from inside. Sniffing and quiet sobs. They’re coming from my baby. With gentle touch, I turn the doorknob, sliding into the room. 

      I can identify Y/N’s body under the thick blankets, the soft fabric shielding her from life itself. The room is pitch black except for the opening where I slid in. The blinds are shut, objects are littered throughout the room as if Y/N had gone on a rampage. These are the bad days where she can’t control her emotions. Can control her tears, her anger, or her depression. 

      Words aren’t needed at the moment. Taking hesitant steps, I place my bag at the end of the bed before prying back the covers. I stand and the sight of my baby so upset hurts me. Curled into a small ball, her arms are tucked tightly against her chest as if she’s feeling some sort of physical pain. Her eyes are rimmed red and her cheeks are puffy as a result from crying so much. 

      Climbing into the sheets wet from tears, I cover Y/N’s body protectively with mine. Lacing my arms around her to stop her pain. Shifting, Y/N turns around to throw her arms around me, muttering non coherent words in my ear. Beginning to sing her, Y/N’s form relaxes and her breathing slows. She always says my voice soothes her, no matter how upset she is. Her short breathes turn into snores. I keep her pressed to me, tightening my arms. Hoping she knows I’m here forever and always.

-Admin Minnie


Originally posted by dazzlingkai

I’ve fallen in and out of love for the past few years. When you’re seventeen, that’s a major portion of your life.

I haven’t cried in a few weeks, not because I haven’t tried to, but because I can’t. The tears won’t flow out so I stopped trying. I think people are starting to catch on to the fact that I’m not alright.

I can’t see my future anymore. One of my friends told me that I shouldn’t be looking for anyone to fix who I am now.

I am…





Do you know how that feels? It’s incredibly unnerving. I don’t have any confidence unless I get desperate and I make so many careless mistakes because I can’t focus. Don’t judge who I am right now, because I don’t think I’m me.

I really fucked up, didn’t I?


I just don’t want to fall in love again.


Ship Meme

@katzirasu: Viktor Nikiforov and Katsuki Yuri with C3? [original form | I am not taking any more requests for this meme]

First artwork for the year! Unexpectedly really got into this anime, these two make me so happy ;_;

  • cassian in rogue one novel, every five minutes:
  • is jyn cold? i think she needs medical help. JYN? WHERE ARE YOU JYN? JYN. DON’T DO THAT, JYN PLEASE. SHE'S GONNA GET HERSELF KILLED. why am i thinking about her so much this doesn’t make Sense, i don’t... understand. BECAUSE *I DON’T* LIKE HER AT ALL. i also don’t need her now, she’s expendable. *shouts* WHERE’S JYN? [shut up cassian don’t show any weakness] *feels rage* WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO HER? SHIT SHE MIGHT END UP KILLING ME... why can’t i leave her behind?.... i should just leave her behind, right? because that’s a good idea. BUT I NEED TO SAVE HER. stop thinking about her, cassian. hey jyn. J Y N.

When I say I am 100% pro-choice, I mean it.

I support a person’s right to make their own reproductive decisions.

Any person.

Any decision.

At all times.

I will support you if you decide to continue the pregnancy, if you decide to terminate, if you want to parent your child or put it up for adoption.

My support and respect is unequivocal, unconditional, and unwavering.