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i JUST realized my blog turns 4 today! which is why i decided to celebrate it yay!! (i didn’t have time to make a decent graphic sorry abt that) huge thanks to those 8.3k(!!) followers, thanks for not unfollowing my annoying ass!!

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  • mbf me
  • reblog this post (likes = bookmark)
  • check out maybe my multifandom blog
  • also check out my playlist
  • you can only send two emojis out of four
  • if this gets under 10 notes i’ll delete it and die of embarrassment
  • blacklist #bdaybr if you don’t want to see this on ur dash

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I have come up with an event, but I need one to two other big blogs to participate!

I won’t be telling much about it but I need for you guys to reblog! Or to tell other blogs about it and see if they want to participate. It’s up to you guys to help me and send those asks to others!! I’m hoping this actually works, I’m a little nervous. 

Normal postings should be continuing soon, but I’m really excited for making this work!

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reblog if u ARE the new librarian, u SUPPORT the new librarian, or u want OLD PEOPLE to get OFF FACEBOOK

anonymous asked:

I'm straight but I think you should really stop talking about being gay so much. It doesn't help the LGBT community at all, and it's really quite excessive.

‘i’m straight but…..’

I, a Gay, would just like to say, with my Gay Voice, that you, a Straight™ (ie not Gay like me), have no right to tell me, a Gay, that me talking about my Gayness is excessive.

Do I, a Gay, complain, with my Gay Voice, when Straights™, being not Gay like me, marry someone they don’t love and cringe every time they see a Gay Couple, like me, a Gay, kiss or hold hands, in a Gay Way

Do I, a Gay, complain, with my Gay Voice, when Straight Cis Men™ refuse to even change a diaper or make their own meals? Do I, a Gay, complain, with my Gay Voice, when Straight Cis Women™ laugh uncomfortably when Gay Folk refer to their partners as wife/husband/spouse, in a Gay Way

Do I, a Gay, complain, with my Gay Voice, when Straights™ use slurs as jokes to prove how Straight™ they are because ‘Haha, Chad, don’t worry, I’m not a homo!’? 

Do I, a Gay, complain, with my Gay Voice, when Straights™ whine about having too many Gays, like me, on television, because it’s ‘not realistic’ that so many people are Gay, like me, a Gay?

I mean. Those are bad examples because I, a Gay, most certainly do complain, with my Gay Voice!

In conclusion…

Shut the fuck up. I’ve been in the closet for almost two decades. If I want to talk about my gender and sexuality, I fucking can. :) Sweetie :)

~I’m Gay~

(please note my use of Straight™)

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Hey Earpers,

The show didn’t do so hot with the premiere. As you can see from data above. We need to get those numbers up for the remainder of the season. The demo ratings will need to go, so we have our work cut out for us. The data is still being collected for episode two and is not reflected in the above chart. Be on the lookout for the updated numbers.

So please, please watch the show live and legally and if you can DVR it. I know for some it is tough to watch the show legally, but please avoid watching the show ilegally. If you can’t watch the show than support the show through social media.

PLEASE REBLOG THIS AND SHARE AS MUCH AS YOU CAN.

My previous tag yourself sapphic Pokemon post was a hit. Pokemon is my special interest and I loved scrolling through all the tags seeing your responses. So I decided to make a second one!

If you’re having trouble seeing the small font, click on the image and it’ll zoom in. I’d love to hear all the types you relate to in the tags, but I’d be especially curious for you all to pick one or two of those types that would be your typing as a Pokemon.

This is open for all girls who like girls, including questioning and trans wlw. If you’re not a girl who likes girls, feel free to reblog for your followers who are, and/or reblog this general Pokemon type tag yourself meme I made a while back.

Have fun!

Jesus, this isn’t just about Johnlock for us, can’t people see that? The Final Problem literally made no sense. Nothing in this series did. Having a flowing, reasonable narrative like every other season but still no canon Johnlock would’ve made sense in the end. I wouldn’t have liked that, but at least the show would’ve been quality. But instead we got Mary as a plot device, Molly Hooper humiliated, a psycho sister who acts like Jigsaw, bleeding portraits, John beating the shit out of Sherlock, 12 broken Thatcher busts, continuity errors, cameramen in shots, Mycroft doing legwork, actors floating in and out between cuts, characters surviving grenade explosions, Sherlock ignoring John chained in a well, those chains miraculously disappearing, Sherlock having no memory of two other children in his life, slow-motion bullets, an Umbrella-Sword-Gun, and a low-budget final episode. You cannot argue that this isn’t true. You may have liked the series, but that doesn’t change the fact all these unrealistic things happened. I am way beyond confused. There was obviously always a possibility of no Johnlock, that’s why we called ourselves a conspiracy – you think we didn’t know we were the underdogs in that fight? Anyone messaging me or reblogging my posts to say “You just didn’t like series 4 because there’s no Johnlock” or “You’re the only people out there who don’t like TFP” can pull their heads out of their asses at any time and see this series was so incredibly different than anything we’ve seen them do so far, making it obvious why so many people don’t like it. This was an award-winning show. You think that’s going to continue? Because as it stands with these three episodes there’s no way this is going to live up to its name, and the absence of Johnlock has nothing to do with it.

Who’s Who in the “Black Panther” teaser trailer

Unfortunately I can’t make gifs so I will just reblog all of those. If you’re wondering who all these people in the Black Panther trailer are (it goes by very quickly!). I have some canon for you:

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norrihiddleskittycap  asked:

Fanfic Request: You and Gaston happily married with children (all the romantic fluffiness!).

i told myself i needed to write a fic BUT I WAS LIKE “HEADCANONS INSTEAD”

Originally posted by luuuuuke-evans

  • Living in the countryside away from the hustle bustle of village life. Probably a simple far, a place where Gaston can clear his head and be himself without having to worry or put up a facade for others. He loves it really, and he wouldn’t ask for anything else.
    • A place where he can literally put his feet up (You only rub them when you feel like it, he doesn’t actually pressure you to do it). A place where he can enjoy a beer in silence. A place where he can think and be with the things that matter to him.
      • The two of you are always up early enough to watch the sun rise. Imagine sitting beside Gaston, watching the sky change color in front of you. He wraps his arms around you and tugs you closer. A small kiss is placed to your forehead. A few more minutes before your children wake up, he thinks. That’s all he needed. Was a few more minutes alone with you in quiet and peace.
  • Imagine the two of you being lucky enough to have a boy and a girl. 
    • Gaston loves them so freaking much, and actually, they look a lot like him. Dark hair(thick hair), same skin tone and they both happen to have his stubbornness. (Which can cause problems sometimes.) Gaston actually fights you on this sometimes(Playfully) and tells you that they look a lot more like you, “I can see your smile in theirs when they laugh”. Rolling your eyes teasingly, you kiss his lips softly and whisper, “You old romantic.”
      • Imagine him tangling flowers into his daughters hair after she asks him to do it. He knows he’s not good at it but he still tries. She gives him a warm kiss to his cheek when he finishes and she scurries off to show you. “Momma, momma look what papa did!!” 
        You look down at her, smiling brightly, “It’s so pretty.” You brush a stray hair out of her face, “Your papa is so good at that, huh? He puts them in my hair too.”
        She nods happily and looks back at Gaston with an even wider smile. He feels his heart melt.
      • She probably convinces him to let her put flowers in his hair too. Just imagine that. She looks at him sternly, grasps the sides of his face and brings his head down enough so she can reach his hair. You’re standing off to the side, watching him with your son in your lap. Laughing quietly, you urge her to continue. Gaston gives you a playful glare. “I hope those are purple flowers. Purple is a good color for me.” He says to his daughter with a small laugh. Your son joins in eventually and he starts putting flowers in Gaston’s hair, coordinating with his sister as to what color he needed. 
        • Imagine Gaston taking his son hunting. But, while preparing, his daughter comes up and asks if she can come as well. After talking to you, and you agreeing, he takes both of them with him. Imagine his son holding onto the back of Gaston’s jacket and holding his sisters hand while they track. Both of them are super invested.
          • Imagine them coming back and your son is literally about to bounce off the walls because he actually managed to shoot a duck. Your daughter is resting on Gaston’s shoulders as she got tired on the way home.
            You take her carefully, rocking her back to sleep as she stirred with the movement as Gaston places a gentle kiss to your cheek before beaming proudly.
            “He’s going to be a good hunter, just like his father.” He looks at your son, still going on and on about what he had done. You see his father in his personality.
  • Gaston tells them about his time during the War before bedtime. Says it’s their bedtime story. You usually sit and listen.
    • “When I was younger,” He pauses and reflects, “much younger….”
      • Your son gets so excited hearing about it because wow, his father was a hero.
      • Your daughter on the other hand, likes the ending when Gaston explains how he met you and how he fell in love with you after the War and how you bring out the best in him and how much he really does love you and them.
        • “Your mother was so…” He has to think about his word choice, “Beautiful… Gorgeous… She swept me away and hasn’t let me life a day without her beauty ever since.”
  • Monitoring your PDA because your kids do not appreciate it when you kiss each other in front of them.
    • Your son pretends to gag and your daughter yelling at you to “STOP KISSING.”
      • Sufficing on gazes, small kisses to the cheek and Gaston wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you closer until the kids are put to bed.
  • I was about to say ‘don’t get me started on domestic Gaston’ but get me started please.
    • Absolutely a man who tries to cook you breakfast for your birthday but almost burns down the entire house. He just doesn’t cook often enough to know.  He ends up getting help from the kids, and things turn out okay. (He only burned it a little).
      • Probably tries to do the dishes here and there too(Especially when he’s sucking up to you). Always tells you, “That’s a really good workout for your arms. I’m surprised they’re not as big as mine.” You roll your eyes, flexing your arm teasingly. “Aren’t they?”
        • You asking him to help you with cleaning the house and doing the laundry, and for a second he looks at you like “who do you think you’re talking to?” but the glare you give him back gets him to agree and he ends up helping the kids take the laundry outside to dry. 
          • Gaston lifting up your daughter as she pins clothes to the line to dry. Your son tugs on his shirt, begging to be picked up too.
            • When you go out to check on them, the basket of laundry is still sitting there and Gaston is on his back, the two kids on top of him. They’re all laughing. Gaston catches eyes with you, “They’ve got me pinned, (Name). I can’t move!”
  • It’s late at night and the two of you had just put the kids to sleep after what seemed like hours of wrestling them into bed in the first place. You sigh softly, gazing at your love before making your way to the kitchen to clean and put away dishes before bed. Gaston looks at his children a few seconds longer before following you.
    Leaning against the doorway between the kitchen and living space, he smiles slightly, “I know I told you that two children were enough for me, but have you ever thought…?”
    “About having another one?” You asked, finishing his sentence. Tilting your head to the side, you could feel the heat hit your face. “I wouldn’t mind… three more even.”
    He smirks softly, making his way towards you. Kissing the back of your neck and then the shell of your ear, he murmurs to you, “Three? A bit too eager, are you?”

MMMM BOI I HOPE THOSE WERE OKAY. if you liked them, i can make more! Thank you for reading! Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 

Quick Update! We now have a banner, and it’s so adorable. It’s made by @fahreecha and their art is just the cutest. 

KiriBaku Week 2017

A week to celebrate a ship that doesn’t get as much love as it deserves.

KiriBaku/BakuShima, however you know it, does not get as much love. The point of this week is to show how much we love them. We’ll be following the tag #krbkweek. Anything is accepted, fanfics, fanart, anything possible. KiriBaku must be the main focus. Past relationships are okay, Kiri with someone else, or Baku with someone else, just end game has to be KiriBaku. Brotps are okay, but we won’t accept anything ot3. The week will center around Bakugou’s birthday, so it will go from April 17th until April 23rd. If you have any questions, you can always send an ask and we can talk it out.

The prompts are as such on these days:

Day One: April 17th
Studying / Summer / Anger
Day Two: April 18th
Space / Fantasy AU / Nightmares
Day Three: April 19th
Competition / Support / Team
Day Four: April 20th
Free day for Baku’s Birthday
Day Five: April 21st
Firsts / Future / Tears
Day Six: April 22nd
Oath / Family / Protect
Day Seven: April 23rd
Hands / Domestic / Injury

You can use one prompt, two prompts, or all three even if you think you have the ambition for it. We’ll reblog everything here, so please use the tag and mention us as well. Make sure the tag is within the first five, so that it’s simple to find. I’ll also try to figure out how to make an open collection on ao3 for those who post their fanfic entries there. This way we can keep everything together for everyone to find. I hope you guys enjoy this, and I hope everyone has fun with this.

Having an Italian Boyfriend (with an Italian family)
  • <p> <b>Spain:</b> Roma we haven't eaten for nearly two days!!! Why don't I just make us some paella and-<p/><b>Romano:</b> Shut the fuck up Antonio. We are about to visit my Nonna and other relatives. Now, this is extremely dangerous so I want you to listen to me very carefully.<p/><b>Spain:</b> …<p/><b>Romano:</b> When the door opens, stay behind me at all times, and trust me, those two days are going to come in handy. And whatever you do, don't refuse the cooking or waste food!<p/><b>Romano:</b> *rings doorbell to house*<p/><b>Romano:</b> *breath in*<p/><b>Literally the entire house:</b> DO YOU WANT TO EAT?? COME EAT! GUESS WHAT TUA ZIA JUST MADE??? OI VUOI MANGIARE??? MIO DIO IS THAT MY LOVINO HE LOOKS SO SKINNY, COME EAT!!! WHAT YOU DON'T LIKE MY COOKING?? EAT! EAT!! *loud, incoherent, Italian screaming*<p/></p>

And in case you’re wondering, Irene has confirmed that some of the pages have definitely been leaks.

https://twitter.com/kohquette/status/884987339230953472

She’s also not happy about Amazon choosing to show the second kiss scene too. Please keep this in mind before spreading around those ‘previews’.

So I have a question

So far, the pattern seems to be that there are three important characters from each year:

  • Whiskey, Tango, Ford
  • Edit: The Frogs OKAY I’m SORRY I forgot them
  • Bitty, Ollie, Wicks (relatively important, I mean. They have names at least)
  • Lardo, Ransom, Holster 
  • And then just Jack and Shitty. 

So here’s the question; what happened to Jack and Shitty’s third guy? Is there some kind of symbolism to it being just the two of them? Did they kill and eat him?? Run him off the team??? What happened!  

Words Written on Your Wrist | Soulmates! Spencer Reid x Reader | Part 1

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Requested: Nope, I just figured I’d jump on the soulmate band wagon

Requests: OPEN

Part 1/?

Summary: Everyone’s wrist has three words on it, the first three words you’ll hear your soulmate say. You think the idea of soulmates is just a bunch of junk, but you’re in for a rude awakening when you meet your soulmate at your new job at the BAU. Because you worry you will lose your new dream job, you keep the fact that he’s your soulmate hidden, pretending as if those three words didn’t exist.

Words: 2639

Warnings: Swearing?

A/N: I was about 5000 words into this and then decided it was going nowhere, scrapped like 2,000 words, then worked with that to make it a series. This has a really slow start I am so sorry. I don’t know if this is very good or if anyone will be interested in me continuing this so I would greatly appreciate feedback! My requests are open so I’d also love it if you would send me in requests! I have reblogged two prompt lists so if you search ‘prompts’ and you’ll find them, just tell me which list it is and then the numbers! Thank you for reading!

I also realize it is late June, not Christmas time, but Christmas facts were the only ones I could come up with so a little bit of grace would be appreciated haha


You hated soulmates. You hated the idea. You weren’t someone’s other half. You were your own self and that’s all you wanted to be. You even went as far as to try to tattoo over the mark on right wrist, but the ink always faded away within hours, so instead you always took to wearing a bracelet over it. Out of sight, out of mind.  The soulmate phenomenon, as it became known as, was one that caused every person to have the first three words they hear their soulmate say, in their handwriting, on their right wrist. As you stared down at yours in the shower, you wished could scrub it away with your loofa.

‘Did you know,’ scrawled in perfectly horrible handwriting across the thin flesh of your inner wrist. ‘Great,’ you thought to yourself, ‘not only does my soulmate have terrible script, they sound like a know-it-all.’ And man, did you hate know-it-alls.

             You got out of the shower and pulled on a robe before flipping through your closet to pick out an outfit for your big day. Your first day at the BAU. You had worked your entire life for this, and you couldn’t be more ecstatic. The best minds in the FBI, you thought to yourself with a smile, and you’re one of them. After picking out a long sleeve blouse and nice pants you sat down to clear your head over your absolute favorite beverage, coffee. Reading through the newspaper you idly wondered what kind of people you were going to be working with. You of course knew Hotch and Rossi, since they were the ones to interview you for the position, and they had mentioned the names of the rest, but you didn’t know their faces well.

Downing the rest of your coffee quickly you glanced at the time and decided then would be a good time to head in, early was on time, on time was late, and late was inexcusable, in your mind. You grabbed your keys and bracelet, putting the band around your wrist to hide the words, even though you were wearing long sleeves. The drive to Quantico was easy, there was a light dusting of snow on the ground and you doubted there would be much more considering the Virginia climate, but you didn’t mind. You checked to make sure your go back was in the back seat just in case before going up to the bullpen. Upon entering the BAU area, box under your arm, you were met with an assault on your senses. Everyone was hustling and bustling, and you were amused to see two people, who you assumed to be on the team you were joining, in a loud conversation. Well, conversation wasn’t the word, it was more of a soliloquy by a tall and long haired bean pole while a man who could be a Greek god was looking very annoyed. You couldn’t very much hear the conversation as you entered the large room but as you walked closer on your way to Hotch’s office you were able to make out the words.

“Did you know that if you were to add up the costs of all of the items listed in The 12 Days of Christmas it would be around $1.3 million? And that December 25 was actually….” And that all you heard, because you could feel your heart stop in that moment. It had to be a mistake, there are plenty of know-it-alls in the world, it doesn’t have to be him. Just calm down, you tell yourself, continuing to the office in front of you as if nothing had happened. Your plan was to just ignore it and hope for the best. You’ll be damned if you were going to let something you didn’t even want to ruin your dream job.

You greeted Hotch, setting your box down in a chair and shaking his hand. “I’ll introduce you to the team and show you to your desk. We don’t have a case today, it’s just paperwork, so we have a bit of time.” He said with a small smile, and somehow you figured that that was the most you were ever going to see of a smile. Walking down to the bullpen together you took in the entire team, two beautiful blonde women, one of which was dressed very eccentrically and you knew you were going to like her, a dark-haired woman who looked like a badass snow-white, Rossi, who you had already met, Mr. Greek God, and your soulma-, you mean the long-haired bean pole. “Everyone, I’d like you to meet SSA Y/F/N Y/L/N, she will be joining our team.” You smiled and waved and everyone, setting your box of things down on your desk before Hotch continued, “Y/L/N, this is JJ, Penelope Garcia, Emily Prentiss, Derek Morgan, and Spencer Reid, and you of course have already met me and Rossi,” Hotch said, introducing everyone.

You opened your mouth to greet them but before you could say anything the eccentrically dressed blonde woman came rushing up to you, a huge grin adorning her face, “Oh my gosh it’s so good to meet you, is there anything I can do for you, can I help you get settled in? Would you like some coffee? Do you like coffee?” She asked quickly, motioning a lot with her hands.

You laughed, your suspicion now confirmed, you were going to get along great with her. “I love coffee, actually, and I wouldn’t want to trouble you, it won’t take long for me to get settled in and start working.” You kept your eyes on her and only on her, even though out of the corner of your eye you saw two heads snap to look at you. One of which was that of who you now know to be your soulmate and the other was the other blonde woman, who you assumed knew what three words resided on the man’s wrist. You cursed internally, how could your favorite beverage betray you like this?

“Are you sure?” Garcia asked again, her puppy dog eyes looking at you.

 “Garcia,” Hotch’s voice cut into the conversation, stern but amused, “Why don’t you show Y/L/N around since you’re so eager to help.”

“I can do that! Come on Y/N!” She grabbed linked arms with you, leading you around to show you the office to show you were the break room and the coffee pot were as well as what resided on each floor of the building in case you needed anything from other departments. Her optimistic and bubbly attitude lifted your spirits almost to the point of forgetting about the fact that the bane of your existence resided just feet away from your desk.

             “So what did you do before joining the BAU?” Asked Morgan when you and Garcia returned to the bullpen.

             “I was a Forensic Psychology Professor,” you explain as you sit down and start getting situated at your desk, “I taught at Brown University.”

             “A professor at your age? That’s impressive.” Prentiss nodded, eyebrows raised.

             “I peeked early,” You joked with a laugh, a bit unnerved that the two people who were staring at you earlier were avoiding conversation. You felt a bit bad not letting the man know that you knew he was your soulmate, but you did want it to jeopardize your job. You just got here, the last thing you need is people either thinking you got the job because you were some one on the team’s soulmate or that you couldn’t think objectively working so close beside him.

             Spencer starred at you, his mind going a mile a minute. Has she already heard him say something and didn’t recognize it? Had she already heard him say something and it wasn’t what was on his wrist and he was a glitch? If she hadn’t heard him say anything yet, what should he say? He thought over anything and everything he could say to, wanting the first three words out if his mouth to be eloquent and as lovely as she was.

             “What made you want to join the BAU?” JJ, the woman you knew you were Reid’s soulmate, asked.

             “I wanted to make a difference, save lives.” You shrugged, feeling like you were getting interrogated, “My uh… My childhood best friend was a victim of a serial killer and I want to catch the type of people that did that to her.” The room fell silent after your confession, though most everyone nodded out of acknowledgement and respect. You turned back to your desk to continue setting out photographs and putting away things but a voice caught your attention, the same one that was rambling off facts when you walked in.

             “I’m sorry for your loss.” He said quietly, making eye-contact with you. You knew as a profiler he was looking for micro expressions, anything to let him know that the first three words of that sentence were on your wrist. But they weren’t, so you weren’t technically concealing anything when you simply smiled warmly and thanked him before returning to your desk. You also weren’t lying when Garcia asked you if you found your soulmate yet at lunch.

             Most of the team was all sitting at the tables in the break room, idly chatting and getting to know one another when Penelope grinned, leaning in as if she was an elementary schooler asking who you had a crush on.

             “So, have you found your soulmate yet?” She asked as she wagged her eyebrows.

             “I’m still single,” You say easily, smiling as you took another bite of your soup you brought from home.

             “Now that isn’t an answer.” Emily grinned, pointing her fork at you. Damn it, you should have known trying to pass a question off with a non-answer with a group full of profilers wouldn’t work.

             “Well, I don’t know, you know?” You try to lie, trying to dig yourself out of a hole, “I know what’s on my wrist, I don’t know what’s on other people’s. Like what if I’m not my soulmate’s soulmate? I don’t want to get ahead of myself if I don’t know what’s on his or her wrist.” Well, that wasn’t a lie, you reason with yourself. “Plus, mine is a pretty common statement, so it could be anyone, I’ve had a few false alarms in the past when I’ve overheard conversations, so I also don’t want to get ahead of myself that way.”

             “What does your wrist say?” Jenifer asked suddenly.

             She doesn’t beat around the bush.

             “I’d prefer to keep that to myself. Not even my best friend knows what’s on my wrist.” Laughing uneasily, you push your spoon around in your bowl.

             “That makes sense, it’s a really personal thing.” Garcia nods in agreement and you swore you could kiss her for how easily she dropped the subject.

             “Mines what my Savannah first said to me,” Morgan grinned proudly as he held out his wrist, “She’s a doctor at the hospital nearby.”

             “What about you JJ? I see a wedding band.” You smile, nodding to her left hand, glad to have the attention off you.

             “’You must be’” She repeated holding up her wrist, “It turns out that it’s in person. I actually spoke to Will on the phone before in person, but what’s on our wrists is what we said to each other when we first talked in person. It’s funny, because I introduced myself with my name, so he knew the second he called me that he would be speaking to his soulmate and I had no idea.” She laughed, reminiscing.

             “I wish we all had it that easy,” Emily scoffed as she pulled back the sleeve on her shirt. “Mines ‘You look beautiful.’ Do you know how many times I’ve heard that at a bar?”

             “Exactly! Its similar with mine!” You exclaim with a smile, glad someone else could back you up on the small fib you told. But as the room fell back into silence you noted that the only other people who had yet to say what was on their wrist were Penelope and Spencer, and by the way Penelope was quickly chewing her food so she could talk you guessed she was going next.

             “I haven’t found my soulmate either!” She said quickly after finished chewing, “Nor has our resident Brainiac, but he’s like you, he won’t tell us what his tattoo says either.”

             You knew you had to say something, if you didn’t say something you knew it would cause suspicion, so you turned to him, raising an eyebrow, “What’s your reasoning for not telling anyone, Mr. Resident Brainiac?” You ask easily, watching as JJ gave him a sympathetic look out of the corner of your eye, knowing that both of them were probably thinking he was a glitch at the moment.

             “M-“ He starts but clears his throat nervously, “Mostly the same reasons as you.”

             “Great minds think alike,” you laugh as you begin to close your Tupperware, “But fools seldom differ,”

“But fools seldom differ.” Wait what. You frown. Was your hearing going or did you two just state the second half of that saying at the same time? Quickly recovering, the frown is replaced by another smile as you watch a pink tint rise to Reid’s cheeks. You had to admit, this man was very attractive.

Everyone laughed and Morgan clapped you on your shoulder, the others packing up their stuff as well. When you got back to the bullpen Hotch and Rossi were there, huddled around a file.

“Do we have a case?” Prentiss asks as the team gets closer.

“it seems so, it looks to be a rough one so we will brief on the plane.” Hotch said as he closed the file, then turning his attention to you, “Y/L/N, I trust you have a go bag packed?”

“Yes, I do, sir.” You quickly say, nervous for your first case, especially since Hotch was describing it as a rough one.

“Wheels up in 20.”

              As you sat down on the plane the team quickly began discussing the case, the unsub was kidnapping women, holding them for at least a week, stabbing them, and then displaying their bodies in public places.

             Spencer read a bit of file out loud, sometimes going on fact tangents relating to something on the page, and you had to admit, it was darn adorable. You’d glance over at him every chance you could without arising suspicion, and you began taking him in in his entirety. You did always have a thing for long haired guys, his cheek bones and jaw line were to die for, and his hands, oh his hands, you decided you loved watching him turn pages in the file. You internally scolded yourself, of course you’d find him attractive, he was your soulmate after all, a match made in heaven. But that gnawing thought in the back of your head that you could lose everything you had worked towards thus far because of some butterflies in your stomach and ink on your wrist dragged you down like an anchor from the cloud you seemed to be floating on.

             “There’s no signs of torture besides the stabbing,” You comment with a frown, “Which wouldn’t indicate a sadist, but the stabbing implies a sexual component. He could be impotent.”

             “I agree,” Reid says a bit too quickly, looking up at you.

             “The displaying and posing of the bodies could be a taunt,” JJ offered, drawing attention away from Spencer.

             “When we land I want Prentiss and Morgan to go to the first and second crime scene, Rossi and Y/L/N to the third, JJ and I can go to the Fourth. Reid why don’t you start on the geographical profile.” Hotch designated as the jet landed.


To be Continued.

Part 2

My Tumblr anniversary free edit

Hey guys! For a whole year now I have a blog on Tumblr. Thanks to my 500+ followers, I love you all:3 As a “treat”  for the birthday of my blog, I decided to do a free edit. All you need is to reblog this post. April 1 with the help of randomizer I’ll choose two lucky winners (from those, who reblogged)

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♥ one lucky will receive the whole gudeyoongi package
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srsly, i have no idea how gudeyoongi is supposed to answer all of them but we’ll do our best. 

i’ll do my best. 

not so sure about him.

anonymous asked:

Do you have any longfic, slowburn, langsty Klance fics that are complete? I especially loved the varelsen fics you've rec'd. Got anything else? :3 Thanks <3

You know a good one….“in stasi-//shot
OK SO! This list isn’t quite as extensive as the other one, but these are some of my top favorites >8^)!!! In no particular order:

never saw you coming by dimpleforyourthoughts has been recc’d already, but it’s still worth mentioning, since it’s very much a slow burn =[,,_,,]:3

On Thin Ice by Minadora is.the Slow Burn of Slow Burns. And Lance is definitely hiding something sensitive that likes to rear its ugly head at very opportune times, aND it’s still ongoing, so if you reeeaaaally like suffering, go here
Actually even if you don’t like suffering, just go here anyways because it’s a really good fic
[Edit: I JUST REALIZED YOU SAID COMPLETE LMAO SORRY]

i am the opposite of amnesia by shizuoh is soososo good,, It’s a hunger games AU, though, and I read through all of it before realizing that haha, it has, A Major Character Death Warning-
That pretty much sums it up 8,^))) read at your own risk

This House Unfinished by boyghosts is actually one of the old and gold ones that I’ve also been procrastinating on making a proper post for..curse you anons and your forcing me to get off my lazy butt >80 //shakes fist
As is probably obvious, I really love this one aaA ;7; it starts out in langst, and continues in langst, and all the while it weaves in these really beautiful cutscenes and plotlines and slow-growing affection, and then
And then it has an open ending
Take of that what you will my friends, I’m going to dust off the abandoned corner of my room and cry about it again

Magic Me Some Love by KaSaPe- If you’re looking for slow burn you gotta go to the chaptered fics amirite, and if On Thin Ice is too good and too painful for you to handle this one’s complete! Featuring fantasy AU, galra Keith, resistance leaders Shiro, Matt, and Pidge, heckin powerful water magician Lance, and more sensitive spot secrets courtesy of said water magician :D
And fluff and a happy ending, so if you read the two before this and need to recover but still, for some strange reason, want langst, here you go

I have to admit, I was not expecting the list to get so long–wELL THEn rescinding my comment on extensiveness, Enjoy!
[Edit #2: I FORGOT THERE WERE TWO MORE FICS I WANTED TO REC FOR THIS ASK–to avoid putting the people who already reblogged this at a disadvantage, I’ll put those up as formal posts >8'0 heads up for that]

Reggie Mantle x Reader PART FIVE: THE ARTIST & THE JOCK


A/N: I couldn’t sleep after my nap, I decided to fix up and post part 5. Seems as you guys are really liking this imagine and I’m probably gonna knock out after this now since it’s now 3am, but thanks for the notes and the reblogging it means a lot! I will wake up later and fix up two requests and post them. Also to those asking if my requests are closed because of my bio they aren’t I just posted that, so I could catch up on the ones I have right now. Meaning if you have a request you can totally send it, but I probably won’t get to it just yet. 

Words: 1627

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Summary: Reader decides to not accept the contract and realizes her feelings for Reggie. Movie day b/w Reader, Reggie, Jughead, Betty, Archie, Veronica, and Kevin. 

Spoilers: Jughead being such a great friend.

Warnings: Some swear words I think.

Part One - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four 


You didn’t catch up to Reggie in time, he had already stepped in your home, announcing to both families that you didn’t share the same feelings as his, which wasn’t true. This flashback was a game changer. You realized you fell for Reggie Mantle on that trip too. You realized that you had only ever ignored him and decided not gain his friendship back after you both drifted apart was because you were heartbroken. He broke the promise you both made to each other that day for popularity not caring if it meant losing you as his best friend.

When you stepped in your home, your mother grabbed you by the wrist and practically dragged you up the stairs up to your room.

“I’m so sorry about tonight” your father downstairs answered to The Mantles on their way out “We’ll fix this” he reassured them as they left your home.

“How dare you?” your mother growled at you back in your room.

“Mom, I- I- can’t sign that contract!” you replied and your father made his way into your room.

“I can’t believe you just did this to us? You humiliated me in front of a business partner (Y/N)!” he scowled at you.

“I can’t believe you guys would sell me out like that! You’re supposed to be my parents!” you sobbed.

“(Y/N), honey, you know the real Reggie. He’s perfect for you and willing to go out with you unlike others here at Riverdale, this could be your chance to stop being an ugly duckling and blossom into popularity!” your mother claimed as you made your way to sit on your bed with your knees against your chest.

“You have this weekend to think about your answer, and you can’t tell anyone about tonight” your father hissed and he and your mother stepped out.

You sobbed and sobbed only to think about when did they change? When did your parents stop wishing what was best for you? Why were they pushing this so hard? Yes you like Reggie, but you couldn’t accept this absurd deal.

You changed into comfortable clothes, grabbed your phone and texted Reggie. No answer. You called. No answer.  You wanted to go to him, talk to him about your feelings, but since his parents were owners of a big company in Riverdale and owned half of the newspaper here at Riverdale you could never get past the guards they had.

You decided to grab a jacket and go for a walk to forget this whole night.

As you walked in the cold night with your headphones in your ears trying to think about how to make things right, you caught two shadows laughing by a parked car by Pops.

Your heart felt like it broke into a million pieces when you recognized it was Reggie’s car and he was with Veronica. You felt like an idiot for falling for his sob story that he probably practiced for his parents, so you could agree to that stupid contract.

You walked away, mad at yourself for everything you had put yourself through. You ignored your feelings for so long and now you wished they had never surfaced in the first place.

You needed someone to talk to, but you couldn’t tell anyone, so you decided to make your way back to the only person you knew wouldn’t care if you told them as long as they were there, because that’s all that mattered.

You opened the door to Pops and slipped in with Jughead in his regular booth. Your face puffed up from all the crying. Pop brought you a (Y/F/Flavor) milkshake and some fries.

When Pop placed the food in the table, Jughead finally took his eyes away from his laptop and saw your face. He saw the hurt in your eyes.

“(Y/N) what happened?” He questioned with worry in his eyes.

“Sadly, I can’t give you the details Juggie” you claimed as you sipped on your milkshake.

“Hey, come here” Jughead spoke as you stood up and slipped next to him as he put his arm around your shoulder and you leaned your head on him.

You both stayed like that until you finished up your milkshake and Jug finished your fries.

“Hey c’mon” Jug spoke as he closed his laptop and you left the money there for Pop and walked out in the chilly night once again.

You both walked in silence your arm linked with his as you leaned on him.

“Rough dinner then?” Jughead broke the silence.

“You have no idea Juggie” You chimed in.

“Am I ever going to know why you are so glum this frosty night?” Jughead hinted.

“I can’t tell you the events that took place on this night, but I can spare you one small gut-wrenching detail” you mentioned.

“What detail may that be?” Jughead asked with a puzzled look on his face.

“You can’t speak a word about this to anyone, if you did I might just have to get rid of the perfectly great Jughead Riverdale has” you informed Jughead with a small smile on your face.

“I swear on my beanie” Jughead notified you returning a smile.

“Wow, do you see the risk you are taking Jug?” and he just gave you a nod.

“I may have feelings for a certain Reggie Mantle” you muttered and Jughead stopped you both in your tracks.

“What? I knew it!?” Jughead proclaimed.

“Jug you can’t tell a single soul, not even Hot Dog! You swore on that beanie remember?!” you nagged as you kept walking.

“Not even Hot Dog damn (Y/N), that’s ruff” he added his pun and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“Does he know?” Jughead added on and you shook you head no as you made your way closer to your house.

“I’ll see you tomorrow for movies at Kevin’s” you told Jughead as you climbed up your window and fell asleep.

You had now gotten ready for a movie afternoon at Kevin’s and you exited your home, you hadn’t seen your parents all day and didn’t plan on it.


While making your way to Kevin’s you ran into Archie and Jughead on their way as well, so you walked with them.

“(Y/N) how was dinner with The Mantles?” Archie questioned you and Jughead just had an unreadable look on his face.

“Below average” you lied as you opened the door to Kevin’s home.

Betty was already there ordering the food, and Kevin was fixing his TV.

“Hey where’s Veronica?” you asked.

“In the restroom checking her makeup like always” Kevin mocked.

“How was dinner with The Mantles?” Betty questioned you as well.

“Oh yeah how was that?” Kevin butted in.

“Quite uneventful” you lied again and Jughead shot you a smile and you returned it.

The doorbell rang, and you were the chosen one to go open it.

As you opened it you froze.

“Are you gonna let me in?” Reggie commanded.

“Wha- What are you doing here?” You defended as Veronica made it out of the restroom.

“Reg you made it!” the raven haired girl cheered as she moved you away from the door to greet Reggie with a hug.

“After your crappy dinner, Reg called and we had a date and I invited him with us” Veronica added as she held Reggie’s hand  as they sat together and you went to seat yourself next to Jughead and Betty sat in the middle with Archie and Kevin.

“Great” Jughead mumbled under his breath.

The movie started and everyone grew quiet while eating the food Betty ordered and the junk food Kevin made available.

“Are you gonna tell him?” Jughead whispered to you in the middle of the movie as he scanned your eyes that shooted envy towards Veronica and Reggie across the living room.

“Just drop it Jug, Please” you pleaded.

“I’m going to get water, anyone want something from the kitchen?” You asked your friends as you removed Jugheads arm from your shoulders.

“More popcorn” Archie and Jughead spoke in sync.

So you made your way to the kitchen.
Soon to be joined by Reggie.

“You and Edward Scissorhands huh?” Reggie whispered as you placed the popcorn in the microwave.

“What?! His name is Jughead and he is my best friend” you hissed back.

“Really? Just friends? The way he had his arm around you right now and last night says something else” Reggie spoke out of jealousy.

“Last night?! Last night he was being a great best friend after an asshole only told me he liked me because of a stupid contract our parents made” you whispered back removing one bag of popcorn out of the microwave and placing another.

“Wait?! You didn’t tell him did you?” Reggie defended.

“No of course not, I just told him something else, beside how did you even see me with Jughead? It seemed you were too busy with Veronica in your car” you insisted with a hint of jealousy in your voice.

“Hey what’s the holdup Reg?” Veronica interrupted you both.

“Nothing just catching up, making the popcorn” you hinted at her with a fake smile on your face.

“You guys literally just saw each other last night” Veronica stated with a chuckle.

“Ha ha, you heard your girl Reg, go with her” you chuckled as you took out the other bag of popcorn and placed them in a different bowl for your friends.

Reggie led Veronica to the living room, his hand on her back and it made you sigh and followed suit and enjoyed the rest of the movie with your friends.

The movie finished and you decided you didn’t want to stick around so you made up an excuse to leave as your friends groaned at you and Jughead decided to leave with you as well.

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Part Six