Thank you.
This is a week or two overdue, but the blog officially has 1,000 followers. Wow.
I honestly canât believe that 10, let alone 1,000, people read my writing and decided, hey, why not follow? It boggles my mind. Youâre all so amazing and kind, I donât deserve it at all.
I havenât been writing a lot lately; especially not for cm. I hope to change that, because I owe it to you guys. You followed me for content, and the least I can do is deliver.
So, tell me what you want to see. Give me any idea youâve been dying to read, something youâve never seen done before. Iâll write at least one, if not all of the ones I receive.
Iâll check my inbox in a week and pick from those. Any sent after next Saturday canât be garunteed.
Again, thank you. I love you.
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Please pray for us here in Greece.
Three different places near Athens were destroyed by massive forest fires.
⢠180+ people are severely injured and burnt.
⢠50 people and counting were found dead on the streets, in their cars or houses, including families that were found hugging each other.
⢠100+ are missing.
This is a national tragedy. So many were lost because of ARROGANT PEOPLE.
Spreading awareness. Thereâs no need for such things to happen, so many lives were destroyed for no reason.
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ATTENTION ANYONE WHO GOT CAUGHT IN THE FIRES OUTSIDE ATHENS (GREECE): CALL 2296081841 FOR HELP
they can help with food, water and a place to sleep tonight
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tumblr mirrors on âphotosugarâ
So idk if others have noticed this before - but itâs the first time Iâm seeing this, hence the post.
Thereâs a website, https://www.photosugar.com, which apparently mirrors all pictures, gifsets etc. people post on their tumblrs (and also other social media sites like twitter and instagram, if I understand it correctly).
An eample for a tumblr user, with my name:
https://www.photosugar.com/tu/lordhellebore
Now it wonât turn up anything but a 404 error in my case, because I sent an e-mail to the contact address, which is
[email protected]Â with the title âMy content on your websiteâ:
Hello,
itâs come to my attention that you are mirroring all of the posts containing pictures/gifs that I post on my tumblr. I am asking you to stop pulling the content from my tumblr and to delete me from your website.
tumblr username is âlordhelleboreâ
Thank you.
I got a reply consisting of the single word âremovedâ after just one day, and as you can see, it worked perfectly fine with the informal mail I sent. So if you want them to stop mirroring your tumblr, it seems all you really need to to is this. Â
I canât test the site for all of my mutuals, but Iâm tagging a few whom I found on there by random trial & error, and I suggest you look yourself up if you see this post and dislike tumblr mirrors (even if this one is only for pictures, not text).
@janiedean, @ladytp, @vaysh11, @lunavagantt, @einemelodieimwind, @robb-greyjoy, @youbuggingme, @ysilme, @rex-luscus, @bai-xue, @viendiletto, @electricalice, @contessa-de-leusse, @memetic-mutism, @bluecichlid, @mrs-storm-andrews, @ladymothwing, @prismatic-bell, @kittykatknits, @tinkili
âŚ.basically, whomever Iâm trying at random, it seems that youâre on there.
 Please reblog so others can know and ask for removal if they want to.
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you: jeid
me, an intellectual: jemily
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me probably rejoining the fandom when season 13 comes to Netflix:
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I want to post smth really personal but I donât think anyone will read it
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Alone {Spencer Reid x Reader}
Plot: âI was alone with you.â
Yo im sorry for this crappy angst I wrote in literally an hour.
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Wine slipped past your lips as you took another drink, craving the soothing it would bring your nerves.
âIâll be home in an hour,â he said at six. It was ten now, and no word from the genius you called your boyfriend. It used to worry you. You used to cry and cry, anxiously awaiting the turn of the doorknob.
You used to run to him, practically jumping on him as he walked through the threshold. His lips used to calm you into submission; you were his outlet.
But that was months ago. Now, you left a plate of food on the table with a note as you went to bed. You hugged yourself, still unused to sleeping alone without his strong arms.
Alcohol comforted you as you gave up waiting, gave up hoping. You didnât hurt anymore. You were numb to his frequent absence, and perhaps he was numb too.
You raised your glass to your lips again, taking another swig. The doorknob turned, and the wood began to creak open. You didnât so much as flinch. Your eyes remained glued to the black TV screen, ignoring the thud of his bag hitting the floor.
âYouâre late,â you said simply. The words were bitter and filled with reprimand, but your tone was dry and unbothered.
âY/N, Iâm so so sorry,â he said sadly, coming to sit beside you on the couch. âI didnât know there was so much paperwork. And JJ needed my help with hers as well.â You stayed unmoving, even as his hand was sliding up your arm.
It was all routine, nothing new, nothing impressive. Shit, the beginning of your relationship had been in the stars. He had won you over, and you loved his dedication.
You loved everything about him. His job was his life, and you understood that. But maybe you thought you would become more important than the BAU, that he could start a new life with you.
You regretted getting your hopes up that he would devote himself to you entirely. He was practically cheating on you with his job. It was hard being with someone but still feeling alone.
You sighed and shook your head, standing to put your now empty glass in the sink. You didnât remember finishing it..
Spencer came to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your midsection. Your stomach felt heavy, if anything. Nothing fluttered, no sparks flew; his touch was another part of the âperfect coupleâ regime.
Your hands shook as you cleaned the glass and set it on the drying rack. His lips hovered next to your ear, whispering apologies and the same promises he always made when he messed up.
They laid there, in your heart of hearts, unfulfilled. They were empty.
You stepped away and stood a few feet away from his tense body. There was a wall between you, and you felt a sledgehammer materialize in your grasp. Your eyes connected with his puppy dog ones, glazed with knowing.
âI think itâs over,â you said. Your voice was hushed, but not fragile. The threads of your statement couldnât be cut. Spencerâs face fell, but your shoulders remained straight. Maybe you were the problem.
âWhat?â he stammered. âI think we should break up,â you reiterated. âY/N, baby,â he pleaded. âI love you, please donât go.â
âYou might love me, but you love your job more,â you said. âI refuse to compete with a position, Spencer.â
âI can do better.â
You shook your head. âNo, you canât. I wonât make you choose between me and your job. Your job is your life, and I wonât even suggest you leave it.â
âI love you,â he repeated as tears began to form in his eyes.
âAnd I love you, too. But this isnât going to work. We know it,â you said with a sigh. Spencer sighed and his shoulders slumped, defeat washing over his features.
He cursed under his breath as you stared on. You had grown accustomed to your own sadness, and just couldnât make yourself cry with him.
âY/N, Iâll be so alone without you.â
The wall began to crumble and the dust flew into your eyes.
âAnd I was alone with you. I canât do it anymore. Just,â you sighed. âTomorrow, Iâll leave. Iâve arranged to stay at a friendâs house until I find my own place.â
He nodded, unable to talk through his sobs. Your resolve nearly faltered as you ghosted past his body, lingering at the edge of the hall leading to the bedroom.
âDo you want to sleep in the same bed tonight?â you asked softly. He turned to face you, nodding. âWait up for me?â he asked, wiping his bloodshot eyes. âOf course,â you said, changing into your favorite nightgown.
Half an hour later, Spencer followed suit, bare chested and clad in gingham pajama pants. He crawled into bed beside you, and strangely, it felt peaceful.
The tension was gone, peace had been made. In the darkness of the bedroom, you let him inside your body one last time.
Your numbness shed away in waves. You angrily bit and scratched at each other, discarding almost every blanket. He left marks that you knew would linger for days, trying to remember a time when you were all his.
The anger gradually shifted to sadness. You began to cry into the crook of his neck as he hovered over you, thrusting his hips to the beat of your hearts.
He gripped the fitted sheet as tears of his own fell on your red skin. You held on to him, feeling him in a way that felt more intimate than the sex. You felt his heart, you saw it on his sleeve.
But, the feeling of euphoria came over you as you reached your high, his arriving soon after on your torso. You lay in his sweaty embrace for a few minutes before letting out a laugh.
He looked down to you, confused. âItâs just, that was amazing,â you said. âAnd, in a dark way, itâs kind of funny itâs our last time.â
A chuckle flew past his lips. âI guess youâre right.â You began swapping familiar tales, reaching for the good times.
Spencer fell asleep hours later, a smile on his lips. You watched him for a few moments before falling into a dream of your own, preparing to pack the suitcases on your side of the closet.
The next day, your friendâs truck parked outside, loaded with all but one bag, which you clutched as you stared at Spencer.
âI guess this is it,â you said breathlessly. âYeah,â he responded. You pressed a kiss to his stubbled cheek. âGoodbye, Spencer.â
âY/n,â he said, causing you to turn and look at him as your hand rested on the doorknob. âDo you think in another universe we had a chance?â
You stayed silent for a while before smiling a bittersweet smile. âYes, I think so.â
âThatâs good enough for me,â he said, turning his back towards you. âMe too,â you said before leaving, closing the door for the last time. âMe tooâ.
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Alone {Spencer Reid x Reader}
Plot: âI was alone with you.â
Yo im sorry for this crappy angst I wrote in literally an hour.
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Wine slipped past your lips as you took another drink, craving the soothing it would bring your nerves.
âIâll be home in an hour,â he said at six. It was ten now, and no word from the genius you called your boyfriend. It used to worry you. You used to cry and cry, anxiously awaiting the turn of the doorknob.
You used to run to him, practically jumping on him as he walked through the threshold. His lips used to calm you into submission; you were his outlet.
But that was months ago. Now, you left a plate of food on the table with a note as you went to bed. You hugged yourself, still unused to sleeping alone without his strong arms.
Alcohol comforted you as you gave up waiting, gave up hoping. You didnât hurt anymore. You were numb to his frequent absence, and perhaps he was numb too.
You raised your glass to your lips again, taking another swig. The doorknob turned, and the wood began to creak open. You didnât so much as flinch. Your eyes remained glued to the black TV screen, ignoring the thud of his bag hitting the floor.
âYouâre late,â you said simply. The words were bitter and filled with reprimand, but your tone was dry and unbothered.
âY/N, Iâm so so sorry,â he said sadly, coming to sit beside you on the couch. âI didnât know there was so much paperwork. And JJ needed my help with hers as well.â You stayed unmoving, even as his hand was sliding up your arm.
It was all routine, nothing new, nothing impressive. Shit, the beginning of your relationship had been in the stars. He had won you over, and you loved his dedication.
You loved everything about him. His job was his life, and you understood that. But maybe you thought you would become more important than the BAU, that he could start a new life with you.
You regretted getting your hopes up that he would devote himself to you entirely. He was practically cheating on you with his job. It was hard being with someone but still feeling alone.
You sighed and shook your head, standing to put your now empty glass in the sink. You didnât remember finishing it..
Spencer came to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your midsection. Your stomach felt heavy, if anything. Nothing fluttered, no sparks flew; his touch was another part of the âperfect coupleâ regime.
Your hands shook as you cleaned the glass and set it on the drying rack. His lips hovered next to your ear, whispering apologies and the same promises he always made when he messed up.
They laid there, in your heart of hearts, unfulfilled. They were empty.
You stepped away and stood a few feet away from his tense body. There was a wall between you, and you felt a sledgehammer materialize in your grasp. Your eyes connected with his puppy dog ones, glazed with knowing.
âI think itâs over,â you said. Your voice was hushed, but not fragile. The threads of your statement couldnât be cut. Spencerâs face fell, but your shoulders remained straight. Maybe you were the problem.
âWhat?â he stammered. âI think we should break up,â you reiterated. âY/N, baby,â he pleaded. âI love you, please donât go.â
âYou might love me, but you love your job more,â you said. âI refuse to compete with a position, Spencer.â
âI can do better.â
You shook your head. âNo, you canât. I wonât make you choose between me and your job. Your job is your life, and I wonât even suggest you leave it.â
âI love you,â he repeated as tears began to form in his eyes.
âAnd I love you, too. But this isnât going to work. We know it,â you said with a sigh. Spencer sighed and his shoulders slumped, defeat washing over his features.
He cursed under his breath as you stared on. You had grown accustomed to your own sadness, and just couldnât make yourself cry with him.
âY/N, Iâll be so alone without you.â
The wall began to crumble and the dust flew into your eyes.
âAnd I was alone with you. I canât do it anymore. Just,â you sighed. âTomorrow, Iâll leave. Iâve arranged to stay at a friendâs house until I find my own place.â
He nodded, unable to talk through his sobs. Your resolve nearly faltered as you ghosted past his body, lingering at the edge of the hall leading to the bedroom.
âDo you want to sleep in the same bed tonight?â you asked softly. He turned to face you, nodding. âWait up for me?â he asked, wiping his bloodshot eyes. âOf course,â you said, changing into your favorite nightgown.
Half an hour later, Spencer followed suit, bare chested and clad in gingham pajama pants. He crawled into bed beside you, and strangely, it felt peaceful.
The tension was gone, peace had been made. In the darkness of the bedroom, you let him inside your body one last time.
Your numbness shed away in waves. You angrily bit and scratched at each other, discarding almost every blanket. He left marks that you knew would linger for days, trying to remember a time when you were all his.
The anger gradually shifted to sadness. You began to cry into the crook of his neck as he hovered over you, thrusting his hips to the beat of your hearts.
He gripped the fitted sheet as tears of his own fell on your red skin. You held on to him, feeling him in a way that felt more intimate than the sex. You felt his heart, you saw it on his sleeve.
But, the feeling of euphoria came over you as you reached your high, his arriving soon after on your torso. You lay in his sweaty embrace for a few minutes before letting out a laugh.
He looked down to you, confused. âItâs just, that was amazing,â you said. âAnd, in a dark way, itâs kind of funny itâs our last time.â
A chuckle flew past his lips. âI guess youâre right.â You began swapping familiar tales, reaching for the good times.
Spencer fell asleep hours later, a smile on his lips. You watched him for a few moments before falling into a dream of your own, preparing to pack the suitcases on your side of the closet.
The next day, your friendâs truck parked outside, loaded with all but one bag, which you clutched as you stared at Spencer.
âI guess this is it,â you said breathlessly. âYeah,â he responded. You pressed a kiss to his stubbled cheek. âGoodbye, Spencer.â
âY/n,â he said, causing you to turn and look at him as your hand rested on the doorknob. âDo you think in another universe we had a chance?â
You stayed silent for a while before smiling a bittersweet smile. âYes, I think so.â
âThatâs good enough for me,â he said, turning his back towards you. âMe too,â you said before leaving, closing the door for the last time. âMe tooâ.
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When you realize DanAndPhilGames could be shut down because of the upcoming European copyright laws
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Cupcakes (Owen Grady x reader)
Plot: a vvv self conscious reader begins to starve herself, but Owen is quick to stop it before it goes too far. A lot of fluff tbh- but please donât read if you feel you may be triggered by the subject matter!!
âWant a cupcake, Y/N?â one of your fellow raptor observers asked.
You pushed a lock of hair behind your ear before shrugging. âIs it someoneâs birthday?â you asked curiously. âNope, Grady just brought them in.â
You smiled warmly as you thought about your boyfriend and his big heart. Of course he would do something like this for his crew, that was just Owen.
The man held out the chocolate frosted yellow cupcake out for you to take. âSure, why not?â you said before accepting the confection. Your friend chuckled and walked away as you took a bite of the baked good.
âIs that good?â one of the new interns asked you as he walked over, reaching into the container.
âVery,â you responded to the boy you had never seen before. âI mean you donât need it though,â he said.
âWhat?â you asked, your now empty mouth falling slightly agape in shock. âYeah, itâs just that you certainly donât need any more cupcakes. Maybe a nice salad?â
You clenched your jaw to keep all of your emotions at bay. You refused to let this boorish newbie treat you like this. âSir, that is incredibly rude and I will report you to your superior-â
âOkay, okay. Chill, fatso,â he laughed before heading in the opposite direction.
You looked down to the sugary object in your hand and cringed. Maybe he was right⌠You shook your head, deciding to ignore the incompetent words. However, you did toss the rest of the cupcake in the bin as you walked by.
As you arrived that night in the on-site trailer you were occupying, you went straight to the bathroom. You stripped down to step into a warm shower, but paused as you walked in front of the full-length mirror on your door.
You stared at your reflection with disdain, running your hands across your stomach and hips. Maybe the boy had been right. You could spare a few pounds, and that cupcake was chock full of empty calories.
You thought back to the pot of water on the stove waiting to boiled, and decided maybe tonight you were too tired to eat. Yeah, a shower and then bed (plus a small ab workout, but nothing longer than a couple of hours).
Despite the rumbling in your stomach, you still slept contentedly, eager to show that intern who he was talking to.
The next few 3 days went as normal. No one made any comment about your weight, negative or positive. You hadnât eaten anything but an apple a day at work, just to keep Owen satisfied.
You had fallen into a routine of scrutinizing yourself frequently. You began to find your body repulsive, in a way. During work hours, you pushed it out of your mind and focused on the raptors and Owen. You drank plenty of water, and ate enough so that you didnât feel weak, just enough so the water weight began to shed away.
But you were so hungry. It actually hurt how much you craved food in your stomach, and Owenâs constant dinner invites were getting hard to reject.
âHey, Y/N,â the man chirped as he strolled up to wear you stood. âHi, handsome,â you said before wrapping your arms around his neck. He leaned down to peck your lips softly before pulling back with his goofy smile you loved so much.
âCan you do dinner tonight?â he asked before pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. You frowned before shaking your head. âI feel just terrible, but I donât think I can.â
He sighed before nodding. âIt feels like-â Claire ran up to you. âGuys, we need you to come on a sweep,â she unintentionally interrupted. Owen looked to you before nodding and clasping your hand in his.
The two of you rushed to a Jeep, seeing 3 of the 4 available seats filled. âUh-â you started before Owen interrupted. âShe can sit on my lap.â
Your face flushed and you immediately shook your head. âOwen, really, Iâll find another ride or-â âCome on, baby, itâs ok,â he laughed before clambering in. He patted his thighs, signaling you to climb in. Not wanting to slow down the mission, you followed suit, letting your body hover just barely above Owenâs lap.
The ride began, starting the long journey to the other side of the island. The others in the car began to doze off or put in earphones, uncaring of their surroundings. You focused on keeping your weight to yourself, feeling your legs burn as you held yourself off of your boyfriend.
A few minutes into the trek, Owen piped up in a whisper. âY/N, relax.â You just forced a laugh, but Owen could tell the difference. âY/N, please. Let me hold you,â he continued, wrapping his arms slowly around your waist.
He felt you hold your breath and in turn let out a sigh. He pulled you down, causing you to gasp in surprise. âWhatâs going on, sweetness?â
As his hands rested on your stomach calmly, not twitching with disgust, you felt yourself release a breath, and with it, what you had been feeling the last few days.
âItâs just, an intern called me fat, and I started thinking about it⌠Iâm disgusting, Owen. I want to be the best I can be, for you especially, and Iâm not doing that,â your voice began to break as tears gathered in your waterline.
Owen pressed a soft finger to your quivering lip with a drawn out, âhey.â You forced your eyes to meet his before swiveling your body to the side and getting comfortable. You allowed him to guide your head to the crook of his neck, where short scruff rubbed against your soft skin.
He brushed one hand through your hair with one hand and down your back with the other, feeling your gentle breath against his collar. âYou are beautiful, no matter what. You are absolutely stunning, an angel if there ever was one. You are perfect, and I will love you no matter what happens, never mind what you look like.â
Tears began to slip down your face, and Owen began to rock you softly. âPizza at my place tonight?â he asked hopefully.
You sat up and wiped your reddened eyes before letting out a giggle. âIâd like that very much.â He reached a hand up to wipe a stray tear with the pad of his thumb. âAnd next time you feel this way, come to me. Please, because I love you too much to see you hurting.â
You nodded before pressing your face back to his neck. âI love you, too,â you whispered before letting sleep overtake you, ready to finally satiate your recent hunger. Who knew a simple ride could heal so much?
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More Dad!Spencer HCs
⢠he tries really hard to make them a good breakfast, especially when they have school
⢠but on weekends? Lucky Charms and Froot Loops all the way
⢠they tap their spoons together and say âclinkâ
â˘drives them to school everyday and (until they decide theyâre too old and itâs embarrassing) makes sure he gets a hug and kiss
⢠he knows how fleeting life can be, and he never takes his baby for granted
⢠(no matter how old the child is, he refers to them as his baby)
⢠he has rules that no one can go to bed or leave when theyâre angry
⢠even if heâs not incredibly religious, he lets his children decide for themself if they want to be
⢠cases about children get to him and heâs able to understand the lengths some go to protect their children
⢠he becomes more empathetic
⢠if he ever entered a relationship, he wouldnât let his child meet his date unless he knew for a fact it would be long term
â˘even then, they would have to gain Baby Reidâs approval
â˘he totally has a bumper sticker with the stick family (whether if heâs just a single dad with one kid or married with 5)
⢠pictures in his wallet, on his desk. art on the fridge and in his glove compartment. report cards in frames on his walls.
⢠matching outfits though
⢠his child begs him to shave,,, so he does
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me if reid isnât clean shaved by season 14:
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I donât want to disappear without a forewarning.
As of July 4th 2018, the Internet as we know it might be dead for good.Â
The European Parliament is passing a new Copyright Directive.Â
Article 13 #CensorshipMachine will impose widespread censorship of all the content we share online. Art, fanfiction, parodies, remixes, mashups, memes, etc.. Anything that you do not hold the rights over will be taken down.Â
Article 13 would force all online platforms to police and prevent the uploading of copyrighted content, or make people seek the correct licenses to post that content. Internet platforms hosting large amounts of user-uploaded content must monitor user behaviour and filter their contributions to identify and prevent copyright infringement.Â
Such filters will be mandatory for platforms including YouTube, Facebook, Tumblr, Reddit and Instagram, but also much smaller websites.Â
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This doesnât just affect Europe. The content creators you love are going to be in hot water for sharing their art and writing with you online. Any and all content that doesnât belong to us will be filtered. Even memes are at risk, as the person who took the original photo may want to file complaints against any platform that allows it to be used without permission. But it goes even further than that.
Last Tuesday (19th June 2018) a group of more than 70 people who have played important roles in building the internet and developing it (Tim Berners-Lee, Vincent Cerf, Jimmy Wales, Mitchell BakerâŚ) into what it is today addressed an open letter to the members of the European Parliament:
âAs creators ourselves, we share the concern that there should be a fair distribution of revenues from the online use of copyright works, that benefits creators, publishers, and platforms alike.
But Article 13 is not the right way to achieve this. By requiring Internet platforms to perform automatic filtering all of the content that their users upload, Article 13 takes an unprecedented step towards the transformation of the Internet from an open platform for sharing and innovation, into a tool for the automated surveillance and control of its users. [âŚ] The damage that this may do to the free and open Internet as we know it is hard to predict, but in our opinions could be substantial.â
Here is the original Article 13. Itâs even scarier. / Link 2Â
Here is how to contact your MEPs.Â
Here is a full list of everything that will be affected.
Europe is facing a huge problem, and unlike with Net Neutrality, the world doesnât seem to care.Â
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YO THEREâS 900 OF YOU WHAT
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every single criminal minds episode
prentiss: oh boy canât wait to go gambling this weekend
reid: i personally will be eating an encyclopediaÂ
hotch: sorry guys, we have a case
prentiss: uch
jj: seven women were found dismemberedÂ
Garcia: d1sm3mbEreddd????
hotch: wheels up in twenty
*at local police precinct*
officer: thanks for coming to help out
Morgan: no problem
prentiss: the bodies have stab marksâ
all: SEXUAL SADIST
hotch: weâre ready to deliver the profile
jj: white male
reid: late twenties to early thirties
Morgan: heâll likely insert himself into the investigation
hotch: heâs trying to regain control over his life
*in serial killerâs lair*
serial killer: I love you
woman: we just met
serial killer: STAB STAB STAB
*back with BAU team. Morgan is on the phone with Garcia*
Morgan: give me what you got, baby girl
Garcia: youâre looking for Evil McEvilface, his father tried to kill him seven times, his mother ran away with the manny, and he lives at 6969 sad street
Morgan: youâre a miracle worker
Garcia: why donât you come over and see what kind of miracles I can work
Morgan: *smiles and hangs up*
*back at serial killer lair*
serial killer: *about to kill woman*
all the BAU agents: FBI, PUT YOUR HANDS UP
serial killer: *puts knife to the womanâs neck*
prentiss: what happened to you as a child wasnât fair, but you canât hurt other ppl
serial killer: *starts crying, drops knife*
voiceover: *obscure quote*
*back on plane*
reid: did you know that there are seven leopards in existence. you have blinked twenty-two times since we boarded this plane. I am smart
all: *laughing* ReidÂ
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