no more wasted years

shoutout to george, fred, and especially ron weasley for realizing that harry was stuck in abusive and unhealthy household and, in spite of the massive trouble they knew they could get in, taking immediate steps to personally see him removed from that environment, something no adult in harry’s life did.


hannibal + @screenshotsofdespair (1/?)


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mooosicaldreamz  asked:

first off, i want to say that i legitimately love every single one of your supercorp fics and have read them perhaps way too many times. in particular, i've read fall A TON. so you're great and i hope writer's block enjoys the ass kicking you're gonna give it. second, if you've got the upper hand on writer's block and want to, i've got a prompt: supercorp and doing charity work? or legit anything you come up with. i will take anything.

It was funny how utterly inconspicuous a hairnet could make one look. All the make up and hoodies and caps pulled down low in the world have not been able to do what an apron, a pair of latex gloves, and a simple hairnet have been able to do.

Then again, perhaps it wasn’t about being inconspicuous but just the plain absurdity of finding Lena Luthor—heir to LuthorCorp and sister to the notorious Lex Luthor—volunteering in a soup kitchen. Who would believe her even if she admitted it to their face? Just the other day she’d been caught on camera wearing a dress that cost more than most people made in a year—someone who could waste money like that could surely hire someone to volunteer at the soup kitchen, or at least donate lavishly (as the Luthors were wont to do) and dispel the desire to freely offer services entirely.  

And yet, for whatever reason—the hairnet, the inability to suspend disbelief, pure and unbridled luck—she was at one of the many soup kitchens scattered across National City, doling out mashed potatoes and gravy while listening to the woman in charge bark orders at the grocers and cooks who were working in the back, and not a single person batted an eye at her.

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Episode I: Qui-Gon Jinn:  << part I >> << part II >> << part III >> << part IV >> << part V >>

The foods we choose to put on our plates — or toss away – could have more of an ecological impact than many of us realize.

On Earth Day, here are some ways to consider how our diet impacts the planet.

You’ve heard the numbers on food waste. More than 30 percent of available food is tossed each year in America. It’s enough to fill Chicago’s 1,450-foot-tall Willis Tower (formerly known as the Sears Tower) 44 times over.

The U.S. has set an official goal to reduce food waste by 50 percent by the year 2030. Universities have begun to chip away at the food waste issue by promoting ugly fruit and vegetables and shifting away from pre-cooked, buffet style food, instead serving more cook-to-order options that can cut down on waste. Food service companies are working with farmers and chefs to get more blemished but edible produce into cafeterias across the country. Even religious groups are getting into the act, raising attention to the problem of food waste among the faithful and connecting with restaurants, retailers and food banks to help redirect food to hungry mouths that might otherwise end up in landfills.

Chew On This For Earth Day: How Our Diets Impact The Planet

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I know realistically I have a whole life ahead of me and things are going to change but right now it just feels like I’m going to be stuck daydreaming forever especially as there’s no professional help for madd and I’m so tired of never being able to concentrate or get anything done I just want to feel like a real person for once

I don’t understand where this fandom mentality comes from that everyone has to like all the characters within a book/series/movie? And people start fighting you if you don’t like one character to the same extent as they do?

Like, be happy that people enjoy their favourite character (or ship). That they are so inspired by them that they write fanfic, draw fanart or develop headcanons for them. They share their love and you can do the same with your favourite characters - that’s the point of fandom.

But attacking other fans because they don’t include every single character for reasons that they are entirely their own? It doesn’t matter if you agree or not. Everyone has preferences and they are allowed to have them.

Seriously, since “Winter” was released, this fandom has become a minefield.
And I don’t mean that the character of Winter changed it, but it’s the tone of the discussions. It’s not so much about respectful, informative discussions anymore. It’s gotten nasty with a few people insulting and bullying other fans for their preferences with a self-righteousness that is seriously uncalled for.

Because now, if you don’t include a certain character, you are called out for whatever inane reason. I once got the question once why I didn’t include a certain ship for a story idea I had. Why is that any of their concern? It’s my story idea, either you like it or not but I’m not playing character bingo and include everyone just because the fandom thinks I have to because they are in the original story. That’s what fanfic is for, to expand on the characters you love, maybe all of them or just one of them, but that isn’t anyone’s business. If I see a story tagged with Character X, I’m not asking the author, “hey, where’s Character Y?” That story isn’t for me, so I move on to stories that are.

Because here’s the thing: No one owes you anything.

No one has to write a fic you enjoy.

No one has to draw a fanart that you can reblog.

No one has to spend their time of the day on characters they don’t like just because they feel pressured to do so.

But: Everyone deserves respect. Or, at least, just because someone has a different opinion, it doesn’t give you the right to insult them. Opinions are not facts.

You don’t have to agree with someone but it’s not too much to ask to treat them with a minimum of respect. Especially over something as personal and random as favourite characters/ships.

For next year, I do hope we leave this kind of mentality behind us, so people can resume creating content they enjoy for people who appreciate it, without being attacked for not doing it as some people might see fit. I’m not naive, I know there will always be drama and shipper wars or whatever. But this year, it was no fun being in the TLC fandom. And I say this especially in regard to the TLC shipweeks.

The creators of shipweeks are putting a lot of effort into it. The fans are putting a lot of effort into their work, too. So, if you are not happy that your character/ship/brotp isn’t as included as much as you would like, create your own content. Spread the love. But respect other people’s choices.

And for every other fan: Just have lots of fun with TLC, with your favourite characters and ships and don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t allowed to.

Zach Dempsey #7

Request: idk if you do smuts or not buuut if you do can you do one with zach??? but if you don’t, can you do a quick imagine where you and zach are just friends but when you two play suck and blow at a party he kisses you? either one would be great!! i’m obsessed with your page <33

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Wow. This one wrote itself. I swear I have no idea how that happend so fast :D
@jeffatk1ns I don’t know what happend :D

Originally posted by imjustalittlewhiteraincloud

The music from Montgomery’s house is already to be heard from two blogs away and I can’t help but smirk as I adjust my shirt and wipe some hair out of my face.
A soft breeze cools down the hot air that’s been hovering for the past couple of days, causing me to get goosebumps.
But yet again it’s the perfect weather to have one of the famous party’s, everyone is talking about constantly.
Who can blame them? Our party’s are always the ones, where almost the whole school comes together and we wouldn’t have it any other way.

And with we, I’m talking about myself and the rest of my friends.
Zach Dempsey, Jessica Davis and everyone else.
People refer to us as the Royals from Liberty High but mostly we’re just like any other clique.
We fight, we break up and at the end of the day we make up.

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weird old forgotten tumblr things that I never see included in this sort of list:
  • ah, the scalene triangle
  • loving Cole Sprouse
  • hating Cole Sprouse 
    • the tons of “social experiment” memes that followed
  • the first wave of Actual Cannibal Shia LaBaeuf memes from before there was even a video for it
  • trying to trick “hipster” blogs into reblogging fandom content 
    • the whole strict dichotomy between fandom and hipster blogs as a whole tbh
  • “I was here here before MTV!”
  • 12.9 year olds
  • “what is air” and “my ovaries” 
  • non-tumblr people were peasants
  • nice legs daisy dukes
  • slideshows with comic sans and sometimes making your mom or sibling comment on some cringey show they’d never seen
  • homestuck
  • tumblr user pizza (what ever happened to them???)
  • tumblr user the-vashta-nerada 
  • Nine In The Afternoon jokes/references all the time??
  • imagine how is touch the sky
  • “you tried” stars and all the variations thereupon
  • do she got the booty?
  • “can you give me directions to the olive garden?”
  • night bloggers 

add more help me relive the past 6 years i’ve wasted on this garbage website


Summary : In which Claire asks Castiel to be her father for a day. And Cas wants to bring Dean with him.

A/N : Because Dean and Cas being dads to Claire together is one of my favourite canon concepts :)) (sorry this one’s so long, idk how to do chapters)

“Dean, I can’t do this alone.”

Cas’s huge eyes, as blue as ever, were glaring at him, half pleading, half challenging. Dean knew he wouldn’t last much longer if he kept looking at him like that. But he would not give in to this.

“It needs a team effort -”

“Yeah that’s a great way to put it, Cas, but NO. Claire called you, I am nowhere in this whole picture. No way am I gonna be the scapegoat in one of your father-daughter feuds again.”

“Claire isn’t my daughter, Dean. She just needs some help at school. Something about bringing your father….”

“Yeah well that’s what she has Jody for. Besides if it’s bring-your-father-to-school day, I still don’t see how I come into this.”

Castiel sighed audibly. “Because, Dean, I’m nervous, and I wouldn’t know how to act, and I don’t want to let Claire down. Again.” He averted his eyes. “And you’re the only one I can think of to take with me.”

Dean just glared back at him.

“Look, I would have asked Sam, but he’s busy with some research, he couldn’t make it.”

“Well screw Sam! Wait. Did you really ask him to father Claore with you?”

Cas furrowed his brows. “No, just to help me at Claire’s school. But if that’s how you want to put it -”

Dean blushed. “No! Eww. Gross. That would have been awkward.”

Castiel was still staring at him wide-eyed. “Right. So. Will you come with me or not?”

After a long silence (and a lot more staring), Dean sighed and went to fetch Baby, muttering “- cant’t believe I actually thought I could win this.”

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how to seriously survive high school & prepare for college

written by a recent high school grad who received two full scholarships to college

1. get involved. seriously.

find clubs or sports that you like. as the (probably) weakest person in my high school, i never participated in sports. you wouldn’t suffer through a sport you don’t like, so similarly don’t join a club just to join it. and honestly, unless you’re like wicked dedicated in a club or founded your school’s gsa, colleges really just want to see that you didn’t just do fuck all in high school. so, like, sometimes it’s not the worst idea to join a club that meets once a month, or even once a year. obviously all schools are different, but, for example, my school’s book club met once a month during lunch (aka no outside of school commitment required) and you didn’t even have to read the book to go.

2. befriend teachers, staff, & students

make relationships with the smart kids in your classes. share homework, collaborate on study guides, and partner up for group projects. obviously, you shouldn’t free load off another kid but the fuck you think kids with 4.0s do //all// of their homework during high school? of course not.

i can’t emphasize how important this is. befriending teachers means quality recommendations, a strong support system, and learning about cool things going on in your community that you can be a part of (and that might look good for colleges). i’ve known kids who become teaching assistants for their favorite teachers by the time they’re seniors, and have personally learned about great opportunities by making pals with them.

3. utilize your time

want to minimize your homework load after school? go to the library during lunch and spend time doing another class’ homework when you’ve finished the in-class assignment during class instead of talking to friends.

i found that i had a lot of free time during class, especially if i were to finish a project early or we had a substitute for the day. while i didn’t necessarily have a ton of free time throughout freshman/sophomore year, as my school became more liberal with allowing us to pick our schedules for junior/senior year, there was more free time to waste (or spend wisely). i read the twilight series in two weeks during my senior year which, frankly, is thick as fuck.

seriously, though, why waste in school time when you could do what you gotta get done now and have free time when you’re out of school and could use it to do something you want to do.

4. get a goddamn hobby

i’m serious!! high school on a unacademic note is about growing up & finding yourself. literally, my freshman year i spent every day after school writing and it’s helped me understand myself and advance artistically. find yours and pursue it! try new things, like art, music, and sports, and use your free time after school to see if it’s the right thing for you!

5. volunteer

i shouldn’t have to elaborate here, but if that’s not convincing enough, colleges will love you

6. commitments

while my freshman and sophomore year were pretty relaxed, i spent the rest of high school working. and when i wasn’t working, i was studying for aps and doing homework (ugh).

overbooking yourself, while stressful, is definitely a great way to learn to balance your time and deal with a heavy load. i definitely recommend an after school job because it’s taught me how to act like an actual person with adults and just function??? like someone who isn’t a piece of shit??? also, having work experience isn’t the worst thing in the world and extra money! you’re going to need it for college, or if you plan to buy a car, or even just the nice sneakers you saw at the mall the other day!

7. picking classes that’ll work for you

talk to your guidance counselor, explore hidden interests, and make sure to take into consideration the difficulty of a class that you’re able to handle. if you’re hesitant about an ap class, go for it! i definitely recommend at least taking one throughout high school (preferably junior year because colleges will see it as you trying to challenge yourself) because it’ll give you a taste of what college is like. my ap us history class was the hardest class i’ve ever taken, taught me a lot about myself as a student, and that i love us history! (i also ended up spending like $100 on the hamilton cds and book but i did it for lafayette).

8. college planning

start looking into colleges during the spring of your junior year. tour over the summer. tour in the fall of your senior year.

start your essay(s) and applications over the summer. finish your essay(s) over the summer so that all you have to do is go back and edit in the fall (ask a teacher or english-y friend to help). finish your applications over the summer.

i’m not even kidding, this is what i did and i felt so stress-free in november when everything was starting to be due and all my friends still needed to finish their applications and essays. college is scary. you have to decide how much debt you’re willing to be in, what you’re going to study and where, and basically plan the next four years of your life at the age of 17/18. focus more on picking the school you’re going to and less on getting the materials in. this is a big decision, so take it seriously.

if you have any questions about college, don’t hesitate to message me. i live in the us so i feel pretty confident in saying that i know most things there is to know about applying for colleges in the us.

9. things to remember

high school doesn’t last forever; it’s merely a stepping stone to growing up. focus on your future and don’t stress over petty high school stuff (aka friend drama and keeping up appearances).

With You {Part 5}

Mark x Reader x Jinyoung
Genre: Angst/fluff/ AU
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“Seriously Tuan,” Wendy complained as Mark leaned against her while she tried to help him through the door of his dorm. She scrunched up her face as he smelt heavily of alcohol. Mark had finally finished exams and had gone out to celebrate with his classmates.

 Wendy was his upper class man who had run into Mark and his friends at the bar. “You need to sober up. I thought you were going to see Y/N today.”

“Y/N…” his words slurred, “I’m such an idiot do you think she can forgive me?”

Wendy rolled her eyes, “If I were her I’d be pissed.”

 “I haven’t heard from her in days,” he sighed, knowing it was his fault. Now that exams were over he planned to go to you and beg on his knees.

 “Well go fix that,” Wendy rolled her eyes, “But first you need to go shower, I doubt she’d take you back when you smell like that.” She pinched her nose, Mark was like her little brother.

 Mark stumbled over to the bathroom to shower. Wendy walked around his room, noting the pictures he had of you on his desk. She smiled to herself, she knew how crazy Mark was about you. She heard his phone vibrating on his bed, walking over she picked it up, “Hello?” she paused listening to the voice on the other line, “Sorry Mark’s unavailable right now. He’s in the shower. May I ask who’s calling?” she waited but there was no answer. “Hello?” she called into the phone. The line was cut and she stared down at the phone, Mark came out of the bathroom changed and drying his hair with a towel.

 “Who was it?” he asked.

She turned and shrugged at him, “I’m not sure, they hung up.” She walked over to him, leaning over to sniff him, “Much better. Okay, go see Y/N and apologize. But I hope she doesn’t make it easy for you.” Wendy winked and patted his shoulder.

 “Thanks Wendy,” Mark said. He needed to make sure he stopped by the flower shop to pick up your favorite flowers before he groveled on his knees.

Mark remained there in silence as he looked down at your daughter who had drifted to sleep beside him. His daughter. His heart clenched, was he the father of this beautiful little girl that laid beside him. The drawing she showed him earlier still remained in his grasp. Slowly he crawled off the bed to not wake her. When he stood he could barely feel his legs underneath him. He quietly shut the door behind him, what was he supposed to do now? Mark made his way towards the stairs, pausing in front of a picture frame that hung on the wall. It was the three of you. Jinyoung, your daughter and you. Mark stared at the picture, focusing on your daughter.  “She looks like you,” the words the lady at the ice cream store replayed in his head. No, she looks likes Y/N, he thought; but the more he stared at her the more he saw himself too. 

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a lot of weird headcanons about sirius black's life

- he was born blonde, shockingly blonde, to the point of being confused as some malfoy clone. walburga didn’t appreciate this. abraxas malfoy thought it was hilarious.

- when regulus was born, he cried and cried and cried, but he wouldn’t let the poor baby out of his sight. he slept on the floor of the nursery and tried to hold hands with regulus through the bars of the crib. his mother thought it was particularly odd but still couldn’t force sirius to leave until regulus was too old for the nursery

- by the age of four, sirius had words like “mudblood” on the tip of his tongue, thrown around the same way anyone else would use “jerk” or “idiot”. that’s just what it meant to him

- once, when he was seven, regulus tried to throw play-punches at sirius in a ship and sirius called him a mudblood out of retaliation. the storekeeper threw them both out and walburga held onto them both by the shoulders, whispering, “he doesn’t know what’s coming to him” and explaining to the boys that the word meant nothing bad at all.

- his mother used to burn photos of muggles in the daily prophet. she’d see them in the backgrounds of photos taken in the muggle world next to articles explaining the newest muggle technology and just burn them, muttering curses and saying, “you see, sirius, dear, this is what we must do to keep ourselves safe.” this was the first time sirius ever felt a gut instinct that his mother might have been wrong.

- his parents didn’t bat an eye when nine year old sirius sprinted into their living room and exclaimed that he was going to marry the handsome, male lead singer of the hobgoblins. “at least pick someone pureblood,” orion had said without lifting his eyes from the newspaper he’d been reading. sirius grinned.

- he loved his parents so much he cried when they dropped him off at platform nine and three quarters.

- when he was sorted into gryffindor, he had no doubt in his mind that his parents would accept him either way. they had loved him dearly, hadn’t they? (he didn’t get a letter back from them about it until two months letter.)

- he didn’t instantly become friends with james potter. they had a sort of competitiveness with one another for the first couple months of their first year, always outdoing each other in classes and racing on the grounds and “look, professor, my rat turned into a pincushion before potter’s -”, “no, it didn’t, his pincushion still has a tail -”  and “EVANS! hey, evans, see, black can’t do this on a broom, can he?”, “i can do way more with a broom than you can -”.

- they became friends through remus, who was forced to tutor them both (thanks to mcgonagall) in every class since they couldn’t bother to study when they were too busy trying to prove themselves to each other.  "you two would get along,“ remus remarked casually as he attempted to explain the proper way to flick your wand when turning a pin into a glass. potter and black looked at each other.  "no,” they said.  "well, maybe you two put together could make one proper wizard,“ remus said.  ”…he’s got a point there. my parents’ll kill me if they see one more bloody notice from mcgonagall about detention. shake on it, james?“ james grinned and held out his hand.

- peter pettigrew sort of got dragged along into this mess by sirius, who decided peter was kind enough to be part of their group when the other three of them started plotting out a way to map out the secret entrances of the castle so they could get into the kitchens at night. "sirius, i don’t think i can help -” peter said as sirius (literally) dragged him from their room and into the common room at midnight. “nonsense, peter! if we have four people instead of three, then we’ve got a better chance of survival-”  "survival???“  "yeah. you’re smart! professor flitwick said your charms are better than most of our year’s, remember?”  "well, um -“  "c'mon, pettigrew, you’re gonna get food out of this!”

- sirius realized muggles were people all on his own. it helped that when he met remus’ parents, his mother was the kindest woman he’d ever met, and she was a muggle, and if a muggle raised remus - the kindest boy he’d ever met - then how bad could they be? 

- severus snape was not his worst enemy as much as he was the person that was supposed to “fix him” and “keep him away from the gryffindor boys”, according to his parents. he didn’t quite hate snape until he realized this was the whole reason severus started talking to him in the first place.

- sirius says, “so james says you’re a werewolf?”  and remus says, “mhmm.” so sirius says,  "that’s… awful. i’m sorry.“  and remus says, ”’s alright. you’re not scared, either?“ and sirius says, definitively, "i’ll help you, okay? whatever you need. you’re just remus. the werewolf part of you is just a bonus.” and remus smiles.

- walburga black started ignoring him completely during his second year. his summers were more lonely than he thought they ever could be, especially when his letters from the potters, from the lupins, and the pettigrews were shredded and burned before he ever saw them.

- their third year in a nutshell: “james.”






"for the love of merlin, i am trying to SLEEP; could you two please just make out and shut up already?”

“sorry, moony." 


- sirius black started kissing girls in broom closets during their fourth year just to see what it was like. he wasn’t gay, you know, just… he liked both. (he thought.) and girls were pretty. and they thought he was pretty. and it made sense, yeah? it made sense to kiss them. it wasn’t fireworks or anything… more like sparks. (maybe if he loved them, it would’ve made a difference. that’s what he told himself, anyway.)

- his best friend, by far, was lily evans. she’d kind of decided to kick his ass when he left marlene in tears after he kissed her and said he wasn’t interested in dating, and well, sirius kind of loved her for it. she yelled and yelled and yelled at him and all he could do was give some shit-eating grin and say “sorry. do you wanna hang out at hogsmeade next week?” and she just glared at him and said, “i’m not going on a date with you, asshole” and he just said, “god, no, i’d never date you - no offense, but james would kill me. you just seem fun.” and they did have fun. and they never looked back. 

- his favorite subject was transfiguration for no reason other than that mcgonagall was the mother to replace his real mother slipping through his fingers.

- sometimes sirius would slip up and say mudblood, and his friends would all look at each other and they’d say, “sirius-” in that voice only mothers use to scold their children, and sirius’ eyes would get all wide and he’d bow his head and he’d say “sorry” and he’d say it over and over and over again until he thought he purged the word out of his system.

- he started kissing boys in fifth year. no one who knew him thought it was all that strange, but those who didn’t certainly did.

- grimmauld place was so empty and lonely and cold every summer that he started cutting up the walls in his bedroom and talking to the portraits instead of his family. he decided to run away when regulus stopped looking him in the eye, slipped out of his house in the middle of the night after packing his bags, and showed up on the potter’s doorstep as padfoot. he cried himself to sleep when they took him in.


- albus dumbledore once told him that he would amount to things far greater than he could ever imagine. he never forgot that, either, through everything.

- the second they graduated, he joined the order of the phoenix and feared for his friends’ lives.

- one time, in the middle of the night, when the death eaters started picking off powerful witches and wizards one by one, after they’d lost so many people, sirius and remus stayed up all night at remus’ place. they huddled together, side by side, underneath a blanket, wands clutched in their fists like lifelines, watching their windows for any green lights that might go off. "remus?” sirius had whispered. “sirius?” remus had whispered back. he kissed remus then, for the first time. “i just needed to do that. at least once.” it was the only time, too.

- harry james potter was the light of his life. when he was born, sirius held his godson in his arms and sobbed great big happy tears, lily and james smiling at each other the whole time.

- he cared more that lily and james had passed than he did about them dragging him, kicking and screaming and aching, to azkaban for “killing peter”. 

- azkaban never treated anyone well, but sirius black lost every inch of who he used to be in there. the outgoingness, the laughter,, the dancing on tables, the kissing boys in broom closets, the shit-eating grins, the pranks, the late night talks, the sleep deprived and slurred phrases, the “mishief managed”’s, all that joy - just disappeared, just leaked out of him through the years of waste. he spent more years in that prison than he did with his best friends. he spent more years thinking about them than being with them.

- he was never as angry with peter as he should have been. he just couldn’t make himself despise him. he could want to kill him - he could be angry with him - but he just couldn’t, in his mind, think “peter” and “evil” were synonymous.

- when he saw harry again - he was almost embarassed. almost sad that he was the way he was, so shaggy and matted and broken, half the man he should’ve been for the boy he cared so deeply for, the boy who saved him. who saved all of them. but he could’ve cried out of happiness when he saw him. he wanted nothing more than to hug him, to hug this last little reminder of the man who used to be, this boy who would change his life. 

- when he saw remus again, he saw flashes of the lives they were supposed to have - lives they could have had. lives they couldn’t have anymore. he wanted nothing more than to hug him and kiss him and relish in how old they’d gotten and how young they still were.

- every time he saw harry, he was reminded of why he was doing this, why he was joining the order again, why he was fighting agan. in more ways than one. for james. for lily. for harry. for everyone.

- when sirius black died, sacrificing himself for people he loved, becoming a martyr - he died smiling.

Cuddles Always Help

A/N: An anon request for a Hotch x Reader where they end up having to share a bed and wind up cuddling. @coveofmemories


This case had brought you across the country during peak hotel times, which meant that the team needed to either double or triple up in order for everyone to have a place to sleep. JJ, Emily and Spencer decided to share one room. Rossi and Morgan had just recently apologized to each other after a disagreement, so they decided to room together, which meant that you and Hotch were the only two left - and yours was the only room with one bed. Both of the others had two. 

Under normal circumstances this really wouldn’t be an issue, but the fact that you had feelings for your boss made this just a bit more complicated. “Alright, well, we’ll make do. Let’s get some sleep,” Hotch said as everyone made their way to their rooms. 

Everyone else seemed very tired, but both you and Hotch looked as though you could still be up for a couple of hours. Once you were in your room, you both took turns getting changed and brushing your teeth. “Just warning you,” you said, “I tend to toss and turn a lot, especially if I’m not actually ready to go to sleep.”

A sleepy smile painted his strong features. “I’m sure I’ll be fine,” he chuckled. After such a long day, you would’ve thought you’d fall right to sleep, but when you slipped under the blanket, your eyes immediately shot open. You attempted to get comfortable, getting into every possible sleeping position with various degrees of blanket use, but nothing was working, and it seemed that Hotch was having just as much trouble. It could’ve been because of your tossing and turning, but it seemed to be more than that. “We should be able to sleep,” Hotch mumbled into the pillow. “Today has been hell. Why can’t we sleep?”

“I have no idea,” you mumbled. Although you knew exactly why. It was because you were mere inches from Hotch’s bare-chested body and you’d had the hots for him for ages. “I know I can’t get warm.” Despite the fact that you were snuggled up in a big blanket, you were still cold. If you could cuddle up against Hotch, you knew you’d be warm in minutes. But you had to shake that thought. You decided to make small talk until you could fall asleep. “How’s Jack doing?” you asked. 

You’d both had your heads firmly planted into the crappy hotel pillows, but when you realized neither of you would be able to sleep for the time being, he turned toward you. “He’s great,” Hotch beamed. “He had a little bit of trouble with a classmate. He was being made fun of, but his father and I met with the teacher and we worked things out. He struggles in math, but he’s ahead of his grade in reading.”

“That’s fantastic,” you yawned, despite not being able to fall asleep. “I was that way at his age too. Math was not my strong suit as a child, but I read nearly ten years above my level.”

There was a slight glint of curiosity in his eyes, but then it went away, as if he had a question but decided not to ask it. “What is it, Hotch?”

“Nothing,” he said, “I was just wondering how you and Brad were doing?” Well that was out of character for Hotch - at least work Hotch. Inquiring about your now ex-boyfriend.

Laughing into the pillow, you pushed yourself up slightly, taking a deep breath to try and let go of the anger you felt for that man. “Brad and I are no longer…which tends to happen after he cheats on you with some hoe at the gym. Sorry, did I say that out loud?” you laughed, flopping your head back down into the pillow.

“He cheated on you?” Hotch asked incredulously. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen such a look of confusion on his face. As you nodded, he looked surprised. “He’s an idiot.”

“Thank you, Hotch,” you muttered, doing your best to hide the blush that crept into your cheeks from his gaze. “I just don’t like wasting my time. I don’t date for the sake of it. I date for the future, and he wasted more than a year of my life.”

“Anyone that would think to cheat, let alone cheat on you, is the world’s biggest asshole,” he said with a small smile. What was that look in his eyes? It couldn’t possible be the same as yours, could it? The same look you’d had when you first started at the BAU? 

A shy smile edged its way across your face and you turned your head back into the pillow, when all of a sudden you felt his gentle grasp on the back of your neck. When you looked up, his gaze had changed from lighthearted and flirty to much more serious. Careful to gauge your reaction, he inched your face closer to his until you were close enough to breathe the other in. He seemed hesitant to make the next move, so you shifted toward him and pressed your lips softly against his. With a sigh, you melted into him as he tasted the sweetness of your lips. “Well, that was a surprise,” you mumbled against his neck as you pulled away. “I had no idea.”

“I had a feeling about you,” he replied, combing his hand through your hair. “But even as a profiler, you were hard for me to gauge.”

You leaned in and kissed him again. “I’ve always had a thing for you, Hotch,” you whispered, placing your right hand on his muscled chest. Although you could’ve jumped him in an instant, the walls were thin and your friends were within earshot of your room, so instead, you lifted up his arm and turned into him. “I think I know something that could help me get to sleep.”

Hotch pulled the pillow you were using under both of your heads and peppered your neck with warm, sweet kisses. “What’s that?” he asked. “I’m hoping it won’t get us called on by the hotel staff.”

“There is that, but I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t be able to keep my voice down, so I figured cuddling until we fall asleep will have to do,” you laughed. You craned your head back and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Maybe when we get back…?” You weren’t sure how he would feel about dating a colleague. His rule-abiding side could win out.

“Would you go to dinner with me when we get back?” he asked, laying his head on the pillow behind you and burying his head in your hair.

“I’d love that,” you replied. You entwined your hand in his and brought it up to your face, pressing a kiss to the back of it. Comforted by his warm embrace, you both drifted off to sleep in a matter of minutes. Cuddling always did the trick.

IRS Update

Greg made a Patreon video on the 14th(ish?) and he gave two updates.

The first update was he sold his filming house (the smaller one). I think he mentioned this before elsewhere because I remember hearing about it before. (Also it goes to show you how much he was “struggling”, he sold the smaller house that would fit his whole family just fine and kept the larger house.)

The other update was that he and Lainey each received a letter in the mail (the same day he filmed the video) telling them they are being audited for 2014 and 2016 now (before it was just 2015).

He’s treating it like a nuisance, a “waste of time”. He seems to think they are just looking for proof of what he purchased for his business and that’s it. I dunno.. if I were him I’d be worried. I don’t know much about the IRS, but that seems like a really bad sign to me. Why would the IRS waste time and resources auditing two more years if they didn’t find anything wrong with the first year?