or at least there was last year

Silence Is Not An Option

A/N: I rarely take requests after they close, but this is an exception. After the shooting in Las Vegas, I considered writing something to get out my feelings, and then I had a request to do so with Spencer reacting to the news, considering he is from Las Vegas.


His brain was spinning as the lights and words twisted across the screen.

27 Dead. More Than 300 Injured. And there was still more to come.

The deadliest shooting in U.S. history.


Didn’t this just happen last year?

Even on cases, there were few times where he was rendered speechless, but as Spencer kept his eyes glued to the screen, his mouth couldn’t help but drop open, his tongue washing over his bottom lip as the terror washed across the screen.

Hundreds and hundreds of people went to have a good time and now at least 52 of them would never be able to go home, all because some asshole got his hand on way more guns than was ever necessary for one human being. 

Emily flipped through the stations on the TV, nearly ever single one counting off the number of dead, wounded and missing individuals. “Holy fuck.” Sitting back in his chair, Spencer lifted his hand to his cheek, surprised when he pulled his hand away and saw that it was wet. 

Then he blinked - and the tears fell.

“Reid?” Emily asked.

There had been shootings before, but something about it being in his hometown made his heart ache even more. “How does this keep happening?” He asked. He wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, and it was barely audible over the hum of the disaster on the screen. “When will it stop?”

“I don’t know,” Luke replied, sitting down at the table next to Spencer and staring at the television in horror. 

Again, he wasn’t used to feeling speechless. Although his job was the kind to take its toll, there were few cases that made his heart feel hollow. Clearing his throat, he stood up from the table, no longer trying to keep the tears at bay. “I need a breather.”

Emily nodded, telling him to take as much time as he needed to compose himself. Everyone else was going to be doing the same. His mother was fine, and he knew it - she was sitting at Bennington back home, but something about this made him feel the need to talk to her, so as he walked out of the building for some fresh air, he dialed his mother’s home. “Yes, this is Dr. Spencer Reid. May I speak to Diana Reid?”

“Of course, Spencer. Hold on one second.”

While he waited for his mother to answer the phone, the chaos and helplessness of the concert-goers plagued his mind. He’d been in the line of fire before, but he’d chosen the risk; he’d decided to put up with the possibility, and  probability, because he wanted to help others, but none of those people had chosen this - but apparently that was the world they lived in now. “Hello, Spencer,” Diana said when she answered the phone. “We just spoke two days ago. Did you see the news?”

“Yea, mom. How is everyone over there?”

“Well, the ones that are lucid are distraught. No one is really saying anything. I just can’t believe this keeps happening. Didn’t something happen in Florida recently?”

Spencer sighed heavily. “Yes, at a gay nightclub in Orlando. Just last year. And at that point, that one was considered the deadliest shooting in U.S. history. Now this.”

“What happened?” She asked. “In Vegas. I don’t understand. How did he get so many guns?”

That was the question wasn’t it. “It’s what’s known as the ‘gun show loophole,’” he started, sickened by the fact that it actually had a name because it was so prevalent. “Most states don’t require a background check to buy a gun. They can choose to implement it, but it’s not required. Although we don’t know for sure, because it’s too early to tell, it’s likely he got many of his guns at a gun show.”

“Why do they keep saying that he must’ve been mentally ill?” She asked angrily. “Maybe he was just an asshole!”

Spencer chuckled at his mother’s frankness. Media constantly wanted to find a reason for something like this, but if there was one thing he learned as a profiler above all else, it was that sometimes there was no reason. “He definitely could’ve just been an asshole,” he said. “Frankly, I think that’s likely. Even as a profiler it’s difficult for me to figure out what his motive was. The point is it needs to stop.”

Diana hesitated, seemingly trying to process what Spencer was saying. “The government is never going to get rid of guns, are they?” She asked sadly.

“It’s not about getting rid of them, Mom,” Spencer said, feeling a rant coming on. “It’s about having about having the right restrictions. Hell, I’m in law enforcement. I believe that law enforcement and the military should be allowed guns, with rigorous training of course, but they need them, but there’s no need for a random man on the street to have access to a semi-automatic or automatic weapon. It’s about having the right restrictions, including closing the gun show loophole.” As he continued to rant, the tears were stinging at the corners of his eyes, but he wasn’t sad so much as angry. 

Virginia Tech.

Sandy Hook.

San Bernardino.



And all of those had just been in the last five years. It was absurd. Each and every time, people would try and bring up gun control laws, and it’s never been the time. Well, then when the fuck is the time?! Spencer spun around and hit the wall, hissing at the pain. “What was that?” Diana asked. “Are you okay?”

“I just hit my hand against the wall. I’m okay. I’m just so tired.”

“Oh honey, you need some sleep,” she said. “You should go home and get some rest.”

Not that kind of rest. 

Wiping the tears away, Spencer could tell his mother needed to get off the phone. He didn’t want to upset her anymore. “I think I’ll do that. Mom?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“I love you.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.”

When he got off the phone, he returned upstairs to his teammates. “You okay?” Rossi asked.

“As much as I can be,” he replied sadly. “I’m just so sick of the hatred. It’s tiring. And we need gun control.”

Rossi rolled his eyes. “We needed gun control 20 years ago, but apparently an amendment made when guns held one bullet still stands today for some reason.”

When would it end?


Later that night, Spencer scanned article after article, trying to decipher a reason for the massacre, but as he’d told his mother, there was none. 

He felt so helpless. 

There was so little he could do.

He wasn’t back in Vegas, so he couldn’t donate blood. Donating money seemed, although he did to a few different organizations, like too little late. All he could do was do his research, maybe speak out. As a voice in government, he felt it important to continue speaking out.

It might seem small to some, but if enough small voices came together, there was hope for change. What he wouldn’t do was stay silent.

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readsalot73  asked:

When your muse permits, please write a super smutty Roman/plus sized reader fic where the reader totally rocks his world!!!

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warning: there be smut ahead

word count: 2,668

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Once you had finished making formal introductions with your father, you stole away from the main ballroom where the annual Gala was being hosted, choosing instead to wander aimlessly through the empty halls of the Godfrey Mansion. You couldn’t help but smile as you meandered past the various parlors and sitting rooms, it had been at least ten years since you had last stepped foot on the marble tiles and yet they still felt familiar. With each stride you took you remembered more, the map of the floor plan becoming clearer in your mind as the obscuring dust was blown away.

Reaching the end of the west wing, you came upon a very familiar staircase. Gently, you laid your palm on the oak banister, taking careful steps so that the click of your shoes did not disturb the quiet that engulfed you so far away from the merriment. You always felt more comfortable alone in the dark, crowds had a way of grating on your nerves.

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Who’s Ready To Get   S P O O K Y

It’s that time of year again kids! If you can recall last year our dear Mod Autumn hosted a fun little Halloween party here on the blog, and we decided to bring it back for round two! 

Here’s the Requirements:

  1. You don’t have to be following, but of course it would be much appreciated
  2. Pick a triplet, or all of them! Whatever suits your fancy
  3. Tell us a bit about you (If you want)
  4. If you want something spicy™;) Please be clear about that, because we aren’t just going to assume
  5. Last but not least, give us a description of your Halloween costume and/or a Fall activity you’d like to do with selected triplet(s)

We’ll do our very best to get every single one done, but depending on how many we get it could be challenging; so keep that in mind! And please note that this event ends on Halloween, but until then feel free to reblog this and spread the word! Enough rambling, come on down and celebrate Halloween with us! Matty made some awesome cupcakes :)

celestialemon  asked:

Live action mob psycho by netflix

i thought this was a joke ask but its something that’s actually happening? what

at least they’re actually having a japanese actor play Mob but why is this a thing that is needed the anime came out literally last year

anonymous asked:

I don’t know how to stop bingingヽ( ̄д ̄;) I’ve gained a disgusting amount of weight in the last year and enough is enough. I’m at my heaviest (218lbs) and I need to lose at least 100lbs as quickly and as safely as possible. I need all the help I can get!

Make sure you eat! You’re probably binging because you’re restricting too much. Apparently having 6 small meals a day can help with this. Eating healthy, filling foods and lots of veggies will help with weight loss too. Try to cut out sugar as it’s so bad for you and so addictive. Good luck my angel, I believe in you xx

loony-18-moon  asked:

Do you think Varys will die in the explosion of King's Landing? Or what future holds for him in later books?

Probably getting ‘sploded in the Great King’s Landing Kaboom, I’d guess. Varys managed to escape the detonation of the cache of wildfire under the city once, but I don’t think he’ll be as lucky the second time. Varys had subtly encouraged Aerys II’s paranoia in the last years of his reign, but did nothing to stop (or, perhaps more likely, was completely unaware at the time) of the most deadly expression of the king's madness, in the accumulation of the many, many jars of wildfire under the city (and has, apparently, been doing nothing about them since, although it seems wildly unlikely that he has no idea at least of the partial extent of the wildfire). Now, for all his years of careful planning, his smooth assurance that he’s created the perfect king, Varys will find himself caught between the legacy of the Mad King and the coming of his daughter; he who had thought he could move Daenerys as he would to suit Aegon’s needs will find that Daenerys is far from the malleable pawn he had imagined. The whole city, from Aegon VI’s shiny new court to the slums of Flea Bottom, is going up in a sickening green explosion, and Varys the master plotter is going right up with it.

anonymous asked:

Is Thea really being written out of the show for good? That sucks! She's my favorite part of the show :(

I don’t know. I heard someone (no clue who) say this was her last year (by the actress’s request) but I haven’t seen that confirmed anywhere. I do know that Willa Holland requested, both this year and last, to not have a full season contract. So her contract for season 6 is 14 episodes, instead of 23. Thus, the coma. 

Since she’s already asking for less involvement in the show, I would not be surprised if she asked to leave entirely and this was her last season. However, it’s equally possible that the lighter workload is enough and she’s content to stay on longer. 

I am pretty confident that she at least won’t be killed. First, because Guggenheim said at some point last season that he’d never kill Thea (though minds can change). And secondly, because on tv shows comas don’t usually kill. If you’re going to kill a character you usually just do it; you don’t display their unconscious body for 14 episodes first. 

Whether her story ends this season or way down the line, I think she’ll eventually leave with Roy. I also think that even if this IS her last season officially on the show, she’lll still pop back in from time to time for a visit as a guest star. I mean, after all, Moira shows up periodically, Roy has multiple appearances, Tommy was around til he got a new show (and might be coming back again). Characters don’t tend to leave for  good. But I will miss her if she leaves. 


“It doesn’t get any better than this.” And for you, I’m afraid, that’s literally true. You’re a nice kid, and you’re obviously very smart, but you don’t belong here. So, as long as you’re part of my team, this is all you’re ever going to be doing… suction.

sometimes i think im overreacting and i dont have The Disorder at all but then i re-read the diagnostic criteria and its a personal fucking drag

that’s not a proper confession, Baku

New and emerging cryptid: people who have watched all of Critical Role.


Captain Flint observing from the quarterdeck


Here’s the Soulmate!AU collab @rickandmortygetschwifty and I did together! :) It was so awesome to work on this with you; you’re so amazing <3

Please, read @rickandmortygetschwifty ‘s part of the collab right here, under the cut!! (The comic will make more sense, after you’ve read it) Prepare to weep! The fic is long and heart-wrenchingly beautiful!!

For longer than you’ve known, you never truly understood what a soulmate was.

Your first memory was of your mother hovering over you, inspecting the reddening bruise that was blossoming over your knee. She was looking over at you in disapproval, tutting as she tried to hush your sobs.You couldn’t help the tears that ran down your cheeks as you cradled your leg and begged your mother to make it stop hurting.The pain you felt was unlike anything you experienced before. And so you cried and cried, hoping that your screams would drown out the unpleasant sensations.

Your mother simply picked you up, whispering sweet things into your ear as she bandaged you up.

“Oh, you poor little thing,” she cooed, flicking you playfully on the nose. “Rick, you need to be more careful, or you’ll make your soulmate sad too.

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To my aspiring photographers: keep doing what you do, keep taking pictures. I promise you will grow as long as you keep viewing the world in the way only a photographer can. One day you’re going to look back and see it. How far you’ve come. I assure you.

Lup and Barry have definitely gotten married before, at least several times, but that was with old bodies in old dimensions. It doesn’t count, probably legally speaking. And if Abeir-Toril is going to be their last world they’re going to make their marriage here count. They have lots of experience in getting married, they’re practically experts, they can totally throw the best wedding ever. 

They plan for several years, scientifically analyze their past weddings to identify the best parts of each, invite half the continent, make denim themed invitations. They absolutely over-think things and it’s one part extravaganza one part absolute disaster. 

  • Carey and Killian and Hurley and Sloane have been pen pals for a while and are delighted to finally get to see each other at Lup and Barry’s Matrimonial Party Weekend. The only problem is that it’s cherry blossom season and it turns out Carey is horribly allergic. She sneezes fire onto several drapes, and then both couples spend half an hour staring wistfully at each other until Carey’s allergy meds kick in. 
  • Magnus brings all his dogs. Which, to be fair, he got permission to do, but it’s still a lot of dogs. 
  • Angus brings a date and the entire Bureau of Balance spends the whole time trying and failing at being intimidating, except Magnus who tries to convince them to adopt a dog. 
  • Despite being excessively coached beforehand, Merle still slips up and invokes the power of Pan at the beginning of the vows. Lup and Barry have to go sit in a side room until the holy aura wears off. 
  • Lup drops her bouquet in the rush to get away from the religion. Unfortunately she heavily enchanted it so that when she threw it at the end of the party it would go and bat Kravitz around the head until he grabbed it (Taako wasn’t about to propose and they needed a push, plus it seemed like a good drama note to end the reception on.) It interprets being dropped as being thrown. 
  • Their boss comes. Enough said. 
  • Avi builds a high speed catapult for throwing rice and nearly blinds someone with projectile grains. 
  • They’ve incorporated wedding traditions from seventeen of their favorite planes of reality, which is very cool but also means that everyone who wasn’t on the Starblaster has no idea what’s going on most of the time. 
  • Multiple people need healing by the end of it, it’s incredibly gushy and lovey, and finally Lup and Barry decide to abandon their own party on a Phantom Steed and go get a room at a seedy inn. They take the (five tier, highly decorated) cake with them. 
  • The reception still lasts until 6am without them.