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Books with well-written, canonically autistic characters

If you’re autistic, you’re probably tired of the only representation you see being a four-year-old little brother, or mysterious eccentric savant. I know I am, and that’s why I’ve decided to compile this list of three-dimensional autistic people in books. This was originally intended to be a masterpost, but there aren’t really enough for a masterpost, so feel free to add on if you’d like!

On the Edge of Gone- Corinne Duyvis

     Book Description- January 29, 2035. That’s the day the comet is scheduled to hit—the big one.

 Denise and her mother and sister, Iris, have been assigned to a temporary shelter near their hometown of Amsterdam to wait out the blast, but Iris is nowhere to be found, and at the rate Denise’s addicted mother is going, they’ll never reach the shelter in time.Then a last-minute encounter leads them to something better than a temporary shelter: a generation ship that’s scheduled to leave Earth behind and colonize new worlds after the comet hits.

 But each passenger must have a practical skill to contribute. Denise is autistic and fears that she’ll never be allowed to stay. Can she obtain a spot before the ship takes flight? What about her mother and sister?

When the future of the human race is at stake, whose lives matter most?

     My Review- I really, really, love this book. I’ve recommended it to everyone I know. Denise is Black, making this the first book I’ve found, and possibly the only book so far, to have a Black autistic character. Her autism is never seen as something that makes her lesser, and it’s a part of her she firmly refuses to apologize for, and even something that helps her out a few times. She’s also unquestionably a hero- putting her lives at risk to save others, and defying authority to do so. Her sister is trans, and it’s addressed very respectfully- she’s her own person, and an extraordinary one at that. It’s not a huge deal, and you never even find out her deadname, which is super nice. As an added bonus, the author herself is autistic! I would rip out my own heart for a sequel. 

In the Absence of Light- Adrienne Wilder

 Book Description-  For years Grant Kessler has smuggled goods from one end of the world to the next. When business turns in a direction Grant isn’t willing to follow he decides to retire and by all appearances he settles down in a nowhere town called Durstrand. But his real plan is to wait a few years and let the FBI lose interest, then move on to the distant coastal life he’s always dreamed of.

Severely autistic, Morgan cannot look people in the eye, tell left from right, and has uncontrolled tics. Yet he’s beaten every obstacle life has thrown his way. And when Grant Kessler moves into town Morgan isn’t a bit shy in letting the man know how much he wants him.

While the attraction is mutual, Grant pushes Morgan away. Like the rest of the world he can’t see past Morgan’s odd behaviors.

Then Morgan shows Grant how light lets you see but it also leaves you blind. And once Grant opens his eyes, he loses his heart to the beautiful enigma of a man who changes the course of his life.

 My Review- This book was really refreshing. I can’t put into words how much it means to me to have an autistic character, especially a high-support one, written as a love interest. The book is told from Grant’s point of view, not Morgan’s, and he holds some really ableist viewpoints earlier on, but Morgan doesn’t hesitate to put him (or anyone else) in their places. I loved his snark and how he plays off people’s assumptions to put them in their places. Warnings for graphic descriptions of past abuse, and ableism from the characters and some unintentional ableist language (i.e. “severely autistic”) from the author.

Anything But Typical- Nora Baskin

 Book Description- Jason Blake is an autistic 12-year-old living in a neurotypical world. Most days it’s just a matter of time before something goes wrong. But Jason finds a glimmer of understanding when he comes across PhoenixBird, who posts stories to the same online site as he does.

Jason can be himself when he writes and he thinks that PhoneixBird-her name is Rebecca-could be his first real friend. But as desperate as Jason is to met her, he’s terrified that if they do meet, Rebecca will only see his autism and not who Jason really is.

My Review- I was a little wary going in, expecting it to be an inaccurate and dismal portrayal of autism, but I was pleasantly surprised! Jason is well-written and really resonated with me- I’m not sure if the author herself is autistic, but she definitely did her homework. It’s nice to see an autistic character portrayed as creative, and the book also addresses issues with ‘cure’ mentality and pressure put on autistic people to act more socially acceptable.

MASTERLIST

One Shots/Imagines:

Teen Wolf

Isaac Lahey: 

Lovely Surprise - fluff


Misfits UK

Simon Bellamy: 

Old friend-fluff


Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus

Ethan Nakamura:

Fathers Agreement - fluff at the end


Internet Sensations/Singer/Band ETC.

Hayes Grier: 

Jealousy - angst, fluff

Very Bad Idea…Again, Grier - fluff

I like you  - fluff, little bit of sadness

The guy and the puppy - fluff 

The Hickey Prank - kinda angst, fluff 

Wait, you´re foreign? - fluff

Luke Foushee:

First Imagine - fluff

Dillon Rupp: 

Lost ID 

Drew Chadwick

The girl - fluff


Now You See Me 

J. Daniel Atlas: 

Okay - fluff 


Nowhere Boys

Sam Conte 

The Pizza and the Note - fluff 

The magical bond - fluff

Jake Riles 

Comforting Cuddles - angst, fluff 


My Babysitter´s A Vampire

Benny Weir

A love spell? Seriously? - fluff 

Ethan Morgan 

Old town, same people - fluff 


MacGyver Reboot 

Angus “Mac” MacGyver

You´ve never changed - angst 


Disney´s Descendants

Gil

The Lost card of Hearts - fluff 

Welcome to Auradon - fluff 

Harry Hook 

A Fairies Daughter - fluff 

Soothing Words - angst, fluff 

Neverland Kids are Complicated - fluff 

Rumours - slight angst, fluff

Ben

Captured King - fluff 

Captured King - Part 2 - fluff 

Captured King - Part 3 - final, fluff 


Actors

Teen Wolf

Tyler Hoechlin

Good ol´days  - fluff

Good ol´days- How it all started - fluff


Riverdale

Cole Sprouse 

Unspoken Feelings  - fluff


Alex Høgh Andersen

Want to go out with me? - fluff

Heartbroken - sadness, fluff 

Drunk and yet so sweet - fluff

New Rules - angst 


Disney´s Descendants 

Dylan Playfair

Off Day on Ice - fluff 

Mitchell Hope 

L.A Beaches causes Homesickness - angst, sadness 

Thomas Doherty 

Admit it! - fluff 


MacGyver 

Lucas Till 

Bracelet of an Old Friendship - angst, sadness, fluff 


Fics: 

Actors

Alex Høgh Andersen

Beautiful Mess = Summary / The Prologue / Chapter 1 /  Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 - COMING SOON 

- BEAUTIFUL MESS IS ON HOLD-

Every Me And Every You - Fourteen

When your alarm woke you up the next morning Spencer was still sprawled over your chest. His grip on your pajama shirt had loosened during the night but his arm was still wrapped around you.

You moved to grab your phone, swiping the alarm off and Spencer stirred, sliding off you and back to his own side of the bed when he realised where his head was.

“You didn’t have to move you know, I tend to set my alarms super early so I can snooze on and off. How are you feeling?”

He looked like hell, his eyes were red rimmed and the shadows underneath more prominent than normal even though you both seemed to have slept for a good seven hours.

He made a ‘meh’ sound before rolling on to his side and facing away from you.

“Reid, come on. Talk to me.” You scooted closer, feeling him stiffen.

“Spencer?”

“What!?”

“Don’t snap at me, I’m trying to be your friend here.”

He sighed and coughed, clearing his throat.

“I’m sorry. I’m just…. not sure how to feel about this. I mean, he’s my father. But I hate him. And now he’s dying. I should feel sad. The look on his face when he asked for my forgiveness was so… pathetic. And I feel like the worlds worst person because of the satisfaction it gave me to tell him no.”

You reached out and placed your hand on his side, just above his hip bone.

“Do you really feel that strongly that you can’t at least tell him that you forgive him, you don’t have to mean it? He’s probably in a lot of pain right now already. I know he can’t make what he’s done right, but…. Spence, he’s dying. He’s probably sitting there in his hospital room, going through a list of regrets he has and you can bet that not being there for you will be number one.”

Reid rolled back over so he was flat again, and shook the hair out of his eyes.

“He said that. That not seeing me grow up was his biggest regret. That, and hurting my mom by leaving.”

“There you go then.”

He closed his eyes, rubbing them with the heels of his hands.

“I don’t want to see him again.”

“So write him a letter and send it to the hospice. You don’t have to mean it but it will give a dying man some peace. He may not have played a huge part in your life Spencer, but he helped bring you into this world.”

He didn’t speak for so long after that that you worried he’d gone back to sleep. 
You grabbed your phone again checking the clock. Still plenty of time to get ready and get to work.

“Y/N?” his voice was small and defeated.

“Hmmmm.”

“Thanks for being you. For knowing that I needed a friend last night, when I didn’t want to ask.”

“Spence, we may have a slightly unconventional friendship right now but we are that, friends. Pretty good ones too. I’m here for you, whenever and wherever. I mean that. You want another hug? Then we have to get up, we both need to shower and that takes time.”

“We could always shower together, that would save time.”

You punched him lightly on the arm, glad to hear he was able to joke again. “No more hugs for you. Perv…..”

Spencer had been only mildly subdued at work, not enough for the others to notice though and luckily the week had passed quickly.

The team didn’t have a case, so the time was spent updating and reviewing old files and sorting through the never ending pile of cold cases that always got shipped up to the BAU.

Spencer and Rossi were lecturing in a neighbouring town, whilst Morgan was helping out at the Academy, speaking with new recruits.

As much as you enjoyed the chase and catching the “bad guys”, you also enjoyed spending time in the office, catching up on the gossip and bantering with your co workers. It also gave you all chance to catch up with mounds of filing that always accumulated.

By the time Friday rolled around and you still didn’t have a case, you were looking forward to the weekend.

“So, are you seeing Dan this weekend?”

You and Emily were seated at the tables in front of the break out area, her eating an apple and you working your way through a bag of Reeses Miniature Peanut Butter Cups. You only had an hour before clocking off time, you all praying that a case didn’t come in at the last minute.

Spencer was stood at the coffee machine refuelling, and you saw his ears prick up at the name Dan, him turning his body oh so slightly.

“Erm… Yes. I think. Providing we don’t get called away.”

“So what are you doing together? Is he taking you anywhere fancy?”

“Erm….. I don’t actually know. He mentioned maybe a play or something?”

Spencer had told you to think about what you wanted to try next but you hadn’t. Your evenings had been spent clocking some long overdue gym hours and spending time with friends. You really hadn’t spent much time thinking about your weekend plans, you almost didn’t want to let yourself, knowing that as soon as you started thinking about it, you wouldn’t be able to stop.

“Well don’t leave it too late if you’re wanting to catch a show, all of the good seats will be sold out.”

“I guess.” Hmmmm.

“Have you banged him yet?”

“Em!” You choked on a piece of chocolate coated peanut butter, reaching for your water bottle to rinse it down. You could see Spencer smirking out of the corner of your eye, stirring his coffee very slowly.

She shrugged and grinned. “Oh come on, don’t start acting all coy now. I remember you texting me after Sam and telling me how he was so big you wanted to take photos and frame them because you didn’t think anyone would believe you.”

Shit. Damn it… You’d been going through a dry spell at that time and had spent the evening flirting with a sandy haired bartender that worked at a bar you and Emily used to visit.

“He was pretty big. So much so that the actual sex wasn’t even that great. It hurt to walk the next day, and not in a good way. He may have been big, but he definitely didn’t know what to do with it.”

“So does Dan know what to do with his then? Is he good?”

You saw Spencer turn around, now leaning against the counter with his coffee cup pressed to his lips. Emily followed your gaze, seeing him stood there.

“Don’t mind him…. It’s just Reid. Spill.”

Just Reid. Oh if only she fucking knew.

“Fine. Yes we have. And yes. It was very good.”

His faced twitched, dimples starting to form where he was grinning.

“Marks out of ten?”

You thought about it very carefully.

“Eight.”

His smile dropped, turning into a frown.

“Only an eight?”

“Yup. He was good, but I’d have liked to come a few more times. One orgasm per encounter isn’t acceptable.”

“Hey, it’s more than some girls get.”

“True that.”

She tossed her core into the bin and walked back to her desk, you finally making eye contact with Reid.

He took Emily’s seat and leaned in, his voice barely above a whisper.

“You know, some ‘people’…. ” The air quotations signifying he was referring to people in the scene. “Would consider an eight to be an insult, and would double and then triple the amount of strikes that ‘someone’ else, might already have against them.”

“Then it’s a good job we’re at work and not playing in your apartment isn’t it?”

“A very good job, Snow.”

“Do you consider an eight to be an insult then…… Dan?”

“Nope. Because we were only just beginning. It’ll be a ten by the end of the weekend. Trust me. I don’t need a huge cock to take away your ability to walk.”

“I didn’t mean….. ”

“Oh hush, I’m not in the least bit insecure about that. I’m above the male average, and there’s plenty of ways to get you off with out that anyway. Plenty.”

With that, he stood and strutted back to his own desk.

Five o'clock came and Hotch dismissed you all, with the reminder that an easy week, probably meant for double the work the next.

The ride home with Spencer was quiet, you almost scared to ask what the plans were, making idle chitchat instead.

When you pulled up outside his building, he turned to you.

“Go home and pack. Do not shower. I want you back here no later than seven pm. Bring clothes for going out in the day time and something respectable looking for the evening. Bring the matching underwear set with the ties, the purple peek a boo bra with the crotchless panties and bring the stockings. Pack your tight black pencil skirt you were wearing two Mondays ago, with a white shirt. And bring your glasses.”

“The classic sexy secretary look? Bit clichéd don’t you think?”

“If I’m thinking correctly, I’d have guessed it was that film that spurred your interest in this in the first place, and given the little twitch you just showed then, I know I’m right. Not a terrible portrayal of BDSM in a functioning relationship actually. And it’s not a given that you’ll be wearing them, but I want options.”

“Okay.”

“Red and yellow at any time alright, Snow?”

“Alright.”

“And on Monday, I’ll be overhearing a conversation between you and Emily where you tell her that Dan, has been bumped up to a ten.”

“Sure thing….. Dan.”

He unbuckled his seat belt and slid out of the car. “Hurry along now, Snow. I’ll be waiting.”

I don’t know where she’s gone, but I want y'all to know that I’ll never forget her. Not only was she my dearest friend in the LazyTown community, but she was my dearest friend on this entire site. She always made me laugh when I needed it, and she helped me through whatever struggles I had. I only hope that she is okay. Goodbye sleazy-town, we’ll miss you.

Your dear friend,
morgan-animations

Prequel Teaser: Kingpins

Negan’s full prequel will be released in a couple of weeks. Until then I hope you enjoy reading this little excerpt. 


21 months ago

Negan was riding to the clubhouse just as the sun was starting to dip behind the horizon, marking the start of a night not unlike any other. He was about to take his turning when he spotted a little blonde broken down by the side of the road. She was wearing a pair of trousers that fit in all the right places and heels that were made for fucking so it would have been damn rude not to offer his assistance like the ever gracious gentleman he was. He missed his turning and rode right up to where she was pulled over.

When his engine cut out she glanced at him, carrying her carjack like she knew what she was doing before staring at her flat tyre like she didn’t. He’d never seen her before and he’d seen everyone this side of Darling, this was his part of town after all. He removed his helmet, sitting it on the seat of his bike and strolled over. “Looks to me like you might need a hand here sweetheart.”

She shifted on her skyscraper heels, her gaze falling to his cut before flicking back to his eyes. “If it isn’t too much trouble Mr…”

The sound of her voice went straight to his dick, sweet and soft and definitely not from around here. “Just Negan,” he smiled, licking his lips, wondering if hers tasted as enticing as they looked. “So, you gonna break my heart and tell me you’re just passing through?” he winked, holding out his hand for the jack and enjoying the way she fumbled as she passed it over.

“Actually, I just moved here.”

Here?”

“Mmm hmm.”

Negan took a kneel to hide his shit eating grin. After a while a man runs out of interesting tail to chase especially in a small town like Darling. And here was Blondie moving her pretty little butt into his corner of Georgia like an opportunity not to be missed. He slid the jack into place and crooned, “so why don’t you tell me your name baby doll?”


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anonymous asked:

omg ok can you perhaps explain laf's side eye he gave washington?? because i truly dont understand why he did that lmaoooo

do yOU MEAN

THIS??!1?

Buckle your seatbelt nony bc I’m about to go O F F. And maybe I’m reading into this too much, but I don’t care, bc that’s what gives a show depth and makes it fun.

So if you watch the clip, and perhaps this is just me who sees it thusly, it really does sound/appear that Benedict is being snide in his comment “so you’re on your way to meet the French?”. More than snide, actually. He was, for that split second, downright rude, and Lafayette completely noticed, which was (most likely) Benedict’s aim.

If you go back and rewatch said clip (which I urge you to do, and pause it a lot for facial expression bc it all happens so quickly), the emphasis he puts on “French”, the blatant cynicism in his tone, coupled with the degrading, almost scathing look Benedict throws Lafayette’s way… it’s entirely indicative that he meant (however underhandedly) to insult. Why? Remember in season 2 when Lafayette and Washington rode into camp amidst the cheers of the soldiers? Remember Washington kissing Laf on both cheeks and Arnold witnessing with a look on his face that walked a thin line between scathing and hurt? And now here comes Washington, with his normally unpowered hair powered exactly like Lafayette’s.

C O I N C I D E N C E?

Arnold’s jealous. He want’s the fame, the glory– the attention the Washington his giving Lafayette and the acclaim that the little French dork has received for helping secure the French army’s allegiance.

In the first still we see Lafayette’s reaction to Benedict’s bullshit. And I’ve gotta say, it’s a pretty elegant reaction at that. You can see the shock on his face, in the rise of his eyebrows, but Laf manages to hide it for the most part. Which is entirely what I’d expect from a kid that braved the halls of Versailles as an awkward adolescent. I feel bad for the kid. He’s just sat down, not even for a second, and already Benedict is laying into him. There’s one particular moment (esp. if you pause the clip) where you can see all his shock and hurt accumulated at once. The scene even takes the time to pause on his face for a heartbeat before Dad swoops in to the rescue.

just look at his face, he’s literally like “wait wait, what?

By the looks of it, Gwash isn’t too happy @ Benedict either. His response is cold, voice emotionless. His face carefully controlled into a blank slate.

(also lol look at Ham just casually chilling in the back with his wine in one hand and the other casually on a sword bc no one gets to fuck with his French dork except him and Laurens)

So Gilbert’s “side eye” to George is entirely that. A side eye. A “did you just fucking hear that dad” side eye. An “is this guy shitting me?” side eye. A “dadWash what do I do??“ side eye. It’s also, possibly, a surprised glance at Washington, since, y’know, he defended Laf and all pretty clearly. You have to remember that Lafayette is basically a kid. He’s in his early twenties, he’s foreign, (historically he was in constant need of reassurance… not the best confidence) and what’s worse, one of Washington’s best general’s just insulted him. But Washington defended him, stuck up for him, albeit with minimal words (but I think that’s for the best…). What’s more, before the clip cuts to a wide shot you can even see the recognition on Laf’s face.

“holy shit papa washington loves me holyshIT”

Gilbert honestly came out to have a good time and was feeling so attacked.

Or, as @shieldmaiden-tabris​ put it, the side eye was basically a silent conversation wherein the entire time Laf contemplated roasting Benedict’s ass and Wash said “N O SON”.

“DO YOU LIKE EGGS, MON GÈNÈRAL? BECAUSE I’M ABOUT TO COOK MINE BENEDICT.” - Livvy

I hope this cleared things up :)

sp4cec4det  asked:

did u find out what the gamechanger was pls tell me

Alright, fine, I give up, I’ll tell you, but only because I’ve been geeking out over how good it is and I’ve been dying to spill:

Okay, so Lucas actually did die while trying to ride Tombstone the bull back in Texas, but Farkle was completely unable to deal with it. He was unprepared for the reality of death itself, let alone his best friend dying at age 15. His mind refuses to accept that as truth, has blocked the memories of the hospital and funeral from his consciousness, and pieced together a ‘storyline’ that Farkle feels would have organically happened anyway if Lucas hadn’t died. Farkle has basically been hallucinating the past year and a half!

That’s why it takes Lucas so long to “pick” between the girls- Farkle’s subconscious is trying it’s hardest to come up with the most realistic storyline possible so Farkle doesn’t have to deal with the heartache of death and loss. But since Farkle could never decide between the Riley and Maya, he has no idea how Lucas would decide between them! The cognitive power for something like that just isn’t there, and that’s why Lucas seems to flip-flop between the girls at times. It’s awful, but the triangle is the only organic sequence of events his brain could come up with for the three- he had already been a little suspicious of seemingly flirty moments between Maya and Lucas, and in the Texan hospital he overheard a crying Maya confessing her true feelings over Lucas’ lifeless body. His conscious mind blocked that memory, of course, but selective memories can be a bitch and her confirmed feelings needed a way to be tied into this elaborate hallucination, because he needed to keep Lucas alive and he wants him and his friends to grow so this seemed like the only solution. And this is all happening subconsciously, Farkle isn’t intentionally imagining something that deeply hurts all of his friends, but his mind is trying so hard to protect him. The human brain is truly amazing, tbh.

All his other friends have been dealing and coping with their grief in relatively normal ways, but the hallucination adds Lucas into every scenario, and creates reasons for his friends to be acting the way they are without Lucas being dead. Riley seeming so depressed and everyone fighting the first week of high school? Had nothing to do with them all feeling a hole in the group where Lucas used to be and feeling guilty that they’re starting high school without him, no, it was all some stupid seniors making them fight for cheap laughs. Maya having an identity crisis and getting caught for vandalism? It’s the triangle, it’s always this stupid triangle’s fault, it totally can’t be because she blames herself for Lucas’ death and she’s reacting negatively. Zay hanging around more often than usual? They just finally bonded, that’s all, totally not like they’re all clinging to him and he’s clinging to them just because they all knew Lucas and they all miss Lucas and Lucas feels like he’s fading more and more every single day. Hell, Farkle’s subconscious is even willing to let his girlfriend flirt with Lucas as long as it means Lucas is there! Don’t lie to yourself, ever since Texas this has seemed more and more like the Lucas Show, despite the boy barely doing anything, ever. Most assumed that was because the romantic drama of the triangle kicked into highkey time, and since the show is in Riley’s POV, that’s what’s going to get focused on more. That’s what the writers wanted you to assume, to focus on, meanwhile we’re getting force fed perception vs reality lessons at every turn! Farkle’s mind is perceiving every little problem that occurs tracing back to a triangle he invented, rather than the reality of everyone around him acting like they do because of grief and mourning and growing up in ways Lucas never will. We hear more and more about Farkle’s insecurity issues, and how they even relate to Lucas, and what happens after Texas? Farkle gets less and less screen time, less lines, becomes someone who watches and observes more than anything. Farkle was always, always a main character in Riley’s life. He was in every single episode, he always had lines. But this is a view from Farkle’s life, and he’s so insecure and focused on keeping that friend alive that Farkle becomes a mere side character in his own ‘show’ (he’s still ‘perceiving’ it as Riley’s show, however, because he doesn’t want anything to really change) .  And from one side you might wonder how that makes sense, how can Farkle’s mind justify him not being a main character in his own mind? But Farkle is broken and sad and sick, and he was never prepared for any minor inconvenience at all, let alone the harsh reality of death, and he’s never felt important next to Lucas anyway, and right now keeping Lucas alive is the most important thing, so who cares about the nerdy sidekick? Of course, on another level at the same time, Farkle probably realizes that if he says too much, if he lets people know he’s hallucinating Lucas, his dream is going to have to shatter and he’s going to have to face the facts. For the first time in his life, Farkle doesn’t want facts.

Everyone around him knows Farkle hasn’t been handling the death well, he’s taken it very hard and he’s responding to grief a lot differently than they are. But they don’t know HOW BAD it is- they don’t know he’s all but been living in an intricate hallucination for almost a year and a half. Sweet Sixteen is when they finally find out, all those hints about ‘not paying attention’ to Farkle, taking Canada for granted, even hallucination-Lucas dubbed him “Mt. Farkle-Uvious” because somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew he couldn’t hold it in much longer. All those “Farkle will explode” speculations that having been flying around tumblr left and right come to fruition in this episode, finally. The episode is titled Sweet Sixteen because it’s what would have been Lucas’ sixteenth birthday- and everyone is understandably upset and in mourning. But as the episode plays on, Farkle fails to notice or understand everyone’s sad moods, because he can’t notice or understand them. So he asks them if they were planning a surprise party for Lucas’ upcoming big day, asks them if they have any ideas what he could get the cowboy for a present, the usual birthday talk. At first, the group thinks he’s joking, Zay gets really mad at him, but as they notice Farkle being genuinely confused by what they’re upset about, the friends realize how far gone their friend really is over this whole thing. They all spring into action because, shit, they’ve been ignoring their friend too much but ohmyGodtheycan’tloosehimtoo. Riley takes this harder than everyone, I think, because Farkle’s always been a rock for her emotionally and this is making it dawn on her that she was never there for him in the same way. They have a very touching scene together, if you’re a riarkle shipper get the tissues ready! Maya tells Stuart about this and he’s horrified that he’s been so busy he missed obvious signs of his son’s mental health declining, and tries to help. Cory goes as far as to call his sister Morgan into town, as she’s a child psychologist. The episode consists of everyone dealing with the news of Farkle’s hallucination in their own way, and dealing with all the pain of Lucas’ death all over again, and of trying to piece together the ‘storyline’ that Farkle created to keep himself safe. The episode ends on a cliffhanger, the ‘game changer’- everyone sitting Farkle down and telling him that Lucas died in Texas, that he’s made all this up and they wanna help him and he needs to deal with this. The next episode, the season finale, is when the true ‘explosion’ happens- Farkle completely breaks down. Because he doesn’t want to believe this, he can’t believe this, but the curtain has already been drawn back, the glass is breaking, his hallucination falling apart, and shit, he’s remembering the bull ride and the ambulance and the hospital and the funeral and he doesn’t want to remember it! He doesn’t want to have to lose his friend all over again!

The episode continues on around this, and honestly, it’s a real tear jerker so get ready. Maya can’t stand to see Farkle break like this- she was already blaming herself for Lucas’ death, and she was just starting to maybe move on from it, but now her best friend of 9 years is so broken because of it and obviously this has to be her fault too. Stuart’s in full worried parent mode and Topanga and Shawn try to help him figure out what to do about Farkle- Cory is so heartbroken and angry at himself that he didn’t notice how bad this was, this is Farkle, one of his favorite students, the kid who’s at his dinner table three times a week, the one he’s been seeing on a daily basis for almost a decade. He became a teacher because he wants to help people, have an impact on them the way Feeny made an impact on everyone he knew. He ends up calling Feeny for advice because he can’t believe he let Farkle’s struggles slip through his fingers like that. Smackle, bless her, is upset and all, but doesn’t really understand how emotions alone are having such a profound effect on Farkle- she spends most of the episode trying to get Zay of all people to explain it to her, because he doesn’t really want to be near Farkle right now and she feels he’s more in tune with emotions than she is. Riley spends most of the episode with Farkle (and Morgan and some others) as he tries to work through the past year, tries to figure out what’s real, if anything’s real or if he’s been living completely in a bubble the past year and a half. It’s some really emotional stuff, very deep and heart wrenching and you can feel everyone’s emotions so clearly.

And the way they tie it all together? Truly amazing! Like these writers do not get enough credit, guys. The hints for this whole thing are so obvious once you know it’s all in Farkle’s head, so many things from Texas onwards make sense! The fact that Lucas was so indecisive in the triangle, and Farkle not understanding how he could choose but simultaneously wanting him to choose, it all makes so much more sense in this light. Of course, in the “reality” of the situation, the girls were deeply upset and dealing with it in maybe-not-so-good ways because someone they deeply cared about died. But Farkle was only seeing “girls are very hurt” and it tied automatically to the triangle his mind invented. The mind will literally go out of its way to make sense of some things- so while the triangle couldn’t end in a realistic way without Farkle being suspicious of his subconscious, he wanted it to end because it appeared to be hurting the girls. This poor boy’s mind was literally at war with itself! And oh, God, that whole thing in Legacy where Farkle asks the teacher if emotions are stronger than science? Or any scene where he implied not knowing his own emotions? It’s because a part of him knew that if he let go of this world he created, his emotions would consume him entirely, they’d kill him, because he just wasn’t ready for this. He’s been so scared without even understanding it, honestly? #SaveMySon2k16. Oh God, what else ties together with this? Have you noticed how tired Farkle’s been lately? He went from a hyper little ball of love to Doooonnnie Baaaaarnes mellow, but even after that he’s crashed way down. He always seems so exhausted, so agitated, so…not Farkle-y. That’s because ever since Lucas’ accident, his mind has literally been working overtime to keep him protected. There’s barely space or time to focus on anything else, he can’t beat Smackle in school because he doesn’t have the energy to focus, he can’t sleep properly, he can’t do anything properly, which makes him feel even more inadequate than he already did, which pushes him even more into a suffering silence, and of course, the more unhealthy he is, mentally, the stronger the delusion is going to get! And even in some upcoming episodes- we know in The Other Side, Lucas says he only really likes Riley when she’s all sunshine and giggles and glitter and smiles. Which isn’t a realistic way to look at any person, ever, but Farkle and Lucas never had a real legitimate talk about how great Riley is before he died, so he’s never seen Lucas see any other side of the girl, so obviously this is the only side his mind can let Lucas acknowledge. That whole thing in Bay Window where he and the girls just momentarily turned back into six year olds and performed a musical number while Lucas stayed 15? Yeah, because that’s realistic. There’s so many other tie in’s, this is getting too long, message me about them if you must.

Honestly, though? 11/10, amazing episodes, arc, and character work. Great acting to expect from it, too! This whole thing was so well thought out and well executed, and I can’t wait to watch more upcoming episodes and sit there and pick up on all the clues pointing to the fact that this isn’t real! It’s so exciting! This truly is the greatest show, with so many layers to peel back and to pull a game changer like this on the audience is honestly admirable. I’m so inspired by these writers, tbh. I really hope we can get a fourth season out a Disney so we can see where else this amazing storyline takes us!

Wanna bet

Here it is anon I hope you like it

can i request a drabble of you and morgan teasing each other seeing who will snap first on a case

Derek x Reader

“Wheels up in 30” Hotch said to the team as he walked out of the room. The rest of the team filed out but before you went through the door Derek grabbed your hand and pulled you back.

“Y’/n none of what happened last time, you hear me” he said a serious expression on his face.

You smiled last time you had teased and made fun of Derek because it bothered him so much and you loved to irritate him. “What Morgan can’t handle it” you said laughing.

“That’s not it y/n, we have a job to do and I can’t get distracted like that, you would hate it if I messed you with during a mission, so please just don’t” he said giving you his I’m mean it look.

You rolled your eyes “Please I could too take it, you’re just not man enough to handle it” You said.

“Oh I don’t think so, you have no idea how distracting it is” he said getting up in your face.

Whatever Morgan you’re just being dramatic, it wasn’t even that bad Morgan I could so take it. You said your anger growing.

Morgan gave you a dirty look “Wanna bet”


“We have two deceased females, they are both 17 both blonde hair, blue eyes, one was found in a dumpster one mile from where her friends last saw her, the other was found about a mile and a half from her home in alley” Hotch said flipping through a file and diving out assignments.

There was about another 10 minutes before you landed and you decided that it was time to make good on the bet you and Morgan made, loser bought dinner at one of the fanciest restaurants in town.

“Hey Morgan what you listening too”, you said pulling off his headphones and putting them on you.

“Seriously y/n is that all you got” came his quiet words

You could only hear a little because of the music but you knew what he said, you smiled and took them off “Oh honey you haven’t seen anything yet” you said giving him a wink.

“Whatever if you think your getting me to pay for dinner you’re wrong, I haven’t even started yet and baby you’re gonna regret that I ever did”.


Now off the plane you and Derek were in one of the S.U.V’S heading to the victims houses, Morgan was driving and you were in the passenger seat flipping through the radio stations when suddenly the car jerked to the left a little. 

You looked up in surprise, you looked around and then looked at Morgan, he had a big grin on his face.

That made you angry “ Seriously Morgan that scared me to death, what were you thinking” 

I Was thinking that I’m going to order the most expensive thing on the menu” he said laughing “you ready to give up?”.

“Please that wasn’t even bad you said giving him a wicked wink” besides this is just getting started” 


“Hey y/n, y/n, y/n come on look at me, come on, I’m over here, It’s really important I swear” Morgan said while you were working through a case file doing research.

He was starting to get on your nerves, he had kept this up non stop since we got back to the police station, and it wasn’t only that but he kept touching you and poking you You almost lost it a few times but you still remained in check, and you also got a few good blows in as well.

Like when he was talking to Hotch and Hotch’s back was turned to you and you made funny faces and he started to laugh and get in trouble, or when he was in the middle of something you would bump into him and make him drop things, it looked pretty even.

At least that’s what you thought until Morgan started singing, he would sing right in your ear and horribly off key on purpose, at first you thought you could handle it but seriously how many songs did the guy know, he even scared you a few times which put you even more on egge.

You were finally on the plane the home stretch when he ampt it up and sang on the whole plane, Reid and jayjay burst out laughing seeing your less than happy respons and hotch just smiled and rolled his eyes.

But after a while of this they all got irritated with him, then they turned to you, telling you to just give in, they all wore you down until finally you couldn’t take it anymore and you screamed “PLEASE STOP, YOU WIN I GIVE UP JUST STOP!”

He immediately shut up and sat down in his seat “Make sure you make reservations baby, and don’t forget your wallet, tomorrow I’m eating like a king” He said with a smug look on his face.

You rolled your eyes at him and plugged in your earphones, you knew you were never going to hear the end of this.

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Mad Dog Morgans Hideout
John Fuller (aka Daniel Morgan; 1830 – 9 April 1865) was an Australian bushranger. This nightscape was taken from Mad Dog Morgans Lookout near the town of Walla Walla in the Riverina NSW, Australia. It is reported that Morgan used to hide here and use this highpoint to keep a lookout for bounty hunters.

beingcolette  asked:

That's okay, love! I understand 😊 Here is my imagine: The reader and Derek have known each other and have been extremely close since childhood. They have been able to keep in touch despite being miles apart and she surprises him one day at work with lunch and is surprised when the team already knows about her, thanks to Derek always talking about her. She teases him about it and it leads to a confession of feelings on both ends. As fluffy as you want, love! 💕

Thank you so much for being so patient with me!  Here is your one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!


As Derek walks through the elevator doors, a bright smile on his face, Rossi appears at his side, like a wild animal, barking up his back with questions.

“So…?  Did you talk with her last night?  Did you convince her to come into town?  Is she coming?  Do you need a nice bottle of wine for the evening?”

As he chuckles, turning to Rossi as his eyebrows flutter up and down, Derek shakes his head.

“No.  We just had a really nice conversation.  It’s been wonderful getting back in touch with her.  She seems to be really busy.  Between her job and her volunteer work around the community, she seems very happy,” Morgan muses.

“But is she coming into town?” Rossi emphasizes.

“Who’s coming into town?” Reid asks, walking up beside them as his head bats from one set of eyes to the other.

“Rossi thinks that Y/N should come into town,” Morgan says as he rolls his eyes over to Reid.

“I think that’s a good idea.  I mean, you always talk about her anyway.  We might as well meet the girl we practically know by heart,” Spencer smirks.

“Watch it, boy wonder, or he might bite your head off for thinking you’re wanting to schmooze on his girl,” Garcia says as she shuffles down the hallway, her tall high-heels clicking on the ground.

“She’s not ‘my girl’,” Morgan emphasizes.

“Uh huh,” Hotch grunts as he walks by, a small smirk playing on his cheeks as he darts his eyes towards Morgan, “keep tellin’ yourself that.”

“Tellin’ himself what?”

Watching as everyone turns around, Morgan fast on his heels as his jaw hangs open, you stand at the entrance to the bullpen, the elevator door closing behind you.

“Hi,” you smile lightly, waving awkwardly as you look at Derek, who’s jaw is still swinging on the ground as his eyes grow wild.

“Y/N…!?” he breathlessly exclaims.

“The one and only,” you say as you hold out your arms, letting your red dress with white polka dots flail lightly around you as you flop your arms back to your sides.

As Rossi looks from Derek to you, huffing lightly as he shakes his head, he breaks the trance as he walks over to you, taking your hand within his and bringing it to his lips.

“Bellissimo,” he murmurs, placing a chaste kiss on the back of your hand as you begin to blush.

“Sei troppo gentile,” you respond, resulting in a resounding smile from the lanky man standing beside Morgan as well as a surprised look from the older gentleman still holding your hand.

“If you don’t claim her, Morgan, I might have to take a shot,” he says, shooting Derek a look as you begin to giggle.

Winking at the older man as he introduces himself, you start walking towards Derek as he watches your figure closely, your body stopping just stort of his as you crane your neck up to meet his eyes.

“Hey there,” you say, standing on your tip-toes and placing a light kiss on his cheek, snapping him out of his trance.

Feeling his strong arms around you, he picks you up and spins you around, earning various degrees of squeals as he laughs into the crook of your neck.

“Oh my god!  How long have you been here!?” he says, putting you back down on your feet as he keeps his hands at your waist.

“Well, after our conversation last night, I took a few days off from work and found some people to fill my volunteer spots through the weekend.  I got in really last last night.  Checked into a hotel down the road,” you say, thumbing over your shoulder.

“A hotel!?  Girl, you could’ve just knocked on my door,” he says, shaking his head as his hands drop to his sides.

“Didn’t want to disturb you so late,” you muse.

“Well, you should have,” he rebuttals.

Staring at each other, his eyes dancing around yours as his hands comes to cup your cheek, you feel your skin begin to burn as a colorful girl behind him begins to chant.

“Y/N and Derek sittin’ in a tree…”

“Garcia,” he warns, turning his head around to shoot her a look.

“K-I-S-S-I-N-G!” the lanky man exclaims beside him, a proud smile on his dopey face as he clutches onto his coffee mug.

“Ah, so the great Derek Morgan wants some Y/N suga’, huh?” you say, crooking your eyebrow as his head comes whipping back around to see you.

“I never thought I’d see the day when the player would settle down,” you muse, slapping his arm playfully as Morgan begins to blush.

“Too bad he loves the ladies too much,” you tease, turning your head and winking at the gangly guy as you feel Morgan grip your hand.

“But what if this player met his match?” Derek says.

Turning your head towards him, your brow furrowing deeply, you cock your head as you say, “I don’t understand.”

“I’m just saying…what if this ‘player’ didn’t want to hop around any longer,” he elaborates.

“Well…then I would say congratulations.  She must be a hell of a woman,” you breathe.

As Hotch looks over Morgan’s shoulder and smirks at Rossi behind you, you catch the exchange as you point over behind Derek.

“What was that for?” you ask.

“Huh? I didn’t see anything,” Hotch mocks, smirking as he winks down at Garcia.

“Derek, what’s going on?” you ask, your hands beginning to tremble with nerves.

“Y/N…I-”

“The boy loves you, darling,” J.J. chimes in, walking up beside Rossi.

“Sorry I’m late, boss,” she says towards Hotch.

“You…you what?” you ask, turning from the new voice back to Morgan.

“You are an incredible woman, Y/N,” Derek starts, “and…you just…”

“Take up all of his free-thinking time?” the pipe cleaner with eyes says.

“Everyone, shut up!” Derek roars.

“Hey hey…it’s alright,” you say, bringing your hand to his chest and patting it gently, “they’re just teasing you.  I’m sure you get your fair share of jests in at their expense,” you muse.

“Yep,” the new girl says, popping her “p”.

“Keep going,” you say, smiling lightly as you look up at Derek.

Sighing, he dips his head.

“Let me just show you,” he mutters.

And before you know what’s happening, you feel his hands come up to your head, slowly guiding your lips to his as his plump, soft lips encompass yours, your head tilting off to the side as your mouth opens to his invitation, his tongue dancing around yours as his left hand slowly slides down your back, bringing your body ever closer to his as you snake your arms around his neck.

Feeling his fingertips knead into your back, you pull back, a breathless pant heaving from your chest as your eyes flutter open.

“I love you, too,” you breathe, a smile emanating from Derek’s lips.

And as his forehead rests gently on yours, he kisses the tip of your nose as he mumbles, “Now, let’s go get you checked out of that hotel.”