#thanks to the people for the replies on the one post i made for this <3

[pastafossa]

I love you guys. I hope you know that.

Like.

Ok so I posted the new TRT chapter the other day. Obviously. And I had to force myself to do it, to click that final, 'post' button because at that last moment, this big wave of imposter syndrome hit (that had already hit on and off as I'd started working on the chapter again). And it was just this cycle of, 'It's been like 6 months since you posted a chapter or anything other than a couple one-shots and you're out of practice, I bet it's bad, it's probably terrible, I bet everyone's left and no one cares about this thing you love so why do you? What if no one likes it, you're gonna drop this and everyone's gonna god 'wtf is this, pasta? what happened?'' And so I forced myself to post it, took my meds to ensure I slept, and then kinda just bunkered down and slept/hid because I was halfway convinced that all the trauma in the previous six months had just bopped any ability I had to write.

Instead I got this outpouring, of just like, 'WELCOME BACK' and people telling me they're happy that mom is ok (which made me cry but in a good way) and they're sorry Cato passed away (more tears, but comforted tears), but also delightful jokes about the funny lines I put in or screaming over that romantic line or about missing Jane and the dynamics and comments about being eager for the next chapter, and how now I can be one of those AO3 authors with those notes of 'yeah my life blew up so I was delayed, but hey I'm back!' which... yeah. And much like when I first started TRT, I didn't... really expect that at all, and it's made me really emotional.

So if you've dropped into my ask box or the comments or the replies, seriously, from the bottom of my heart, thank you, because the excitement and love and just you all being the best little fam and continuing on this journey of TRT with me - a journey that has now included both Matt and Jane's journey, and a real life journey through a pandemic, a huge move, a passing of two of my pets, my mom's hospitalization and recovery, some heart issues, the cancellation and resurrection of the show, me meeting Charlie Cox and getting him to hold a red thread, my first wood carving event, etc - and I know I say this a lot, but you all really, really help me keep going when things get hard. I'd write TRT for nothing, I would, because I love this story and I intend to see it through, but ya'll just... I love you all tons. I'm hoping to get through the asks and fic comments and replies in the next few days, but I just wanted you guys to know that.

#i cannot understate how much i cried when i woke up and saw all the comments #and then when i posted about the chapter being up and got a bunch of excitement i just like #i was SO convinced i'd lost something after all the bad things and that some part of me had been lost in it #especially writing a chapter without my old kitty who had sat with me through every goddamn chapter #since the day i first sat down to write it #but the reactions have just... they were really comforting #so thank you #the red thread #and now we look forward to so much more <3

[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // epilogue

summary: a few years later...

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.7k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n:

here it is :) the epilogue :)

(i'm crying, could you tell??) i figured it was time to post this now that we've officially entered the overlapping requiem/michigan cherry era. tbh i was just afraid to let these two go bc i love them so much.

thank you all again SO so much for all the love on this fic. it has truly meant everything to me that so many people came on this actual JOURNEY with me, i never intended this to be so long but here we are.

anyway, stick around for requiem!! and i hope you loved this if you made it this far!!

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You were all dressed up in one of your finest gowns, attending the gala that preceded the presidential election.

Coriolanus was running, of course, and you were so incredibly proud. He's worked toward this for years, and you had been there every step of the way since the tenth annual Hunger Games, all those years ago. It felt like a distant memory- albeit one that still haunted you regularly.

You were a whole new person. A Capitol citizen most of the year, and you were happy most of the time. You and Coryo had always gone home in the summers, though, to spend your days surrounded by friends and family under the District Twelve sun. You always looked forward to it, but three months never felt like quite enough time. You missed your old life, but that's all it could be now.

While some Capitol elite was talking your ear off about the upcoming games, that's all you can think about. Well, how after the election that your boyfriend would most certainly win, those summers of peace would be a thing of the past. It was hard to think about, which is why you focussed on how you could work around it. Perhaps you would make smaller visits throughout the year- although Coryo was prepping you for the endless tasks that would even be put onto you as the First Lady of Panem. Once he wins the election, he would propose- and it would be followed by the wedding of the century. You didn't know if you dreaded it or if the pressure of it all just scared you beyond what excitement could repair.

"Miss Y/L/N?" Your train of thought is abruptly interrupted and you hum in response, bringing the champagne glass to your lips, acting like you were paying attention the whole time.

"Yes?" You respond as you lower your glass. "My apologies, I just spaced out for a moment there. It's a big day, after all..." You chuckle to recover, tilting your head slightly at them.

"I was just asking if you had any input in the arena for the next Games, if you could give us any hints." The man asks, seemingly impatient with you getting distracted.

"Oh," You reply, smile fading softly. "No, I- I really try to stay out of all of that." You laugh nervously, gripping tighter onto the glass as you take another sip, relieved when you feel someone's hand on your arm.

"Y/N, come sit. Coriolanus's speech is about to start, he got me to save you a seat at my table." Sejanus says, linking his arm with yours.

You politely excuse yourself from the conversation and allow him to pull you away. "Many thanks." You whisper to him, chuckling slightly as you glance back over your shoulder at the older man you were speaking to. "Some people are so tone-deaf, aren't they?"

"Most definitely." He sighs, shaking his head as he guides you toward his table at the front of the banquet hall, close to the stage. "Apparently that will never change."

Sejanus Plinth was your saving grace all these years, that, however, had never changed. You didn't see him as much anymore, with you being locked up in your office in the Snow penthouse focused on writing book after book until you were burnt out. His role as a doctor in and out of the Districts certainly didn't help either, but you knew he was partial to working back home in Twelve so he could spend more time with Lucy Gray. You were glad he was much more fulfilled in his adult life than you were; you always knew he would do well and you were proud. You had to take moments every so often to remind yourself that when you first met him and Coryo, you had been sad that you wouldn't get to see the men they would become but you had wondered. Now, you had your answers.

"Is that not the truth." You scoff under your breath, smiling and giving a quick wave to a few familiar faces as you pass. You had become somewhat of a people-pleasing expert, the same way Coriolanus had.

You sit down at the table at the front of the room just as the lights slightly dim, and the spotlight hits the stage. You gently cross one leg over the other, careful not to wrinkle your dress and clap in just the perfect polite way you had learned how to over the years, smiling as you see Coryo walk up onto the stage.

He waves, and people whistle and clap, and the smile on his face seems a little more genuine than it normally is during these speeches. Of course, though, this is his final address before he no doubt gets voted in as president, and you know that he is excited.

"Hello, everyone. Thank you so much for coming out tonight..." He says, in a subtle cue to get people to quiet down so he could speak, a drink still in his hand that he delicately hovers above the podium next to him. "This has been such an incredible opportunity for both of us running, and I must say, it's been fun." He tips the glass toward the other table at the front, and your eyes follow the movement to the other candidate, your friend and former classmate, Hilarius Heavensbee. They've never gotten along, and you know Hilarius wants nothing to do with this job. Not really. It makes you sad, a little bit, that his family would push him this far when he had confided in you in his freshman year that it wasn't what he wanted.

The man just gives Coryo a polite but nervous smile, taking another sip out of his own champagne glass. From where you were, you could see his hand trembling. You knew he would have to go next, and Coriolanus Snow was always a tough act to follow.

"Now, I am very happy about this turnout, because I have two important announcements to make." He continues, and whispers fill the room. You look over at Sejanus, a slight look of shock on your face. You didn't know he had anything special to announce, and he always kept you in the loop on everything. Sejanus just shrugs, looking back up at Coryo again. It must not actually be a big deal- it was probably just thanking some more people who have donated to his campaign.

"Firstly," He clears his throat, taking a step to the side as the screen behind him lights up. "For just a moment, see me as your head game maker and forget all about me running for president. Or don't, actually, maybe keep that in mind, but at the back of your mind." He chuckles, the little joke making the audience laugh. He was much more personable now than he once was, you smile a little as you remember helping him write his earlier speeches in a way that would make him more likable. "With the help of my fellow candidate and personal good friend, we are trying something new when it comes to The Hunger Games."

When he speaks, your heart drops and you sit up a little straighter- feeling all eyes on you as you just focus on him. For the first time, he looks down at you and gives you a small smile, the slightest nod in an effort to reassure you that it wasn't as scary as it sounded. You swallow and just keep your smile on as best as you can, ignoring all the stares.

"So, we all love The Games. They're exciting, the stakes are high, and I know every year we all pick our favourite tributes to root for and it's hard to watch them fall but, god, do I know better than anyone how good it feels when they win." Your cheeks burn intensely as Coryo sends a smile and a wink your way, and the screen behind him flashes to a picture of the two of you, taken after your shared university graduation just a couple of years ago. You were both smiling, but he was looking at you as he held you tight around your waist, and you looked into the camera and held up a three-finger salute. People are laughing and awe-ing at the photo of the two of you, and you laugh nervously, looking over at Sejanus with slightly panicked eyes.

You would be absolutely fine with this if he had just run it by you before, and you knew that whether you liked it or not, the Games were an integral part of who you were now, and always would be- but you certainly didn't want your name on anything to do with these new changes they're making. But, he wouldn't be talking about you at all if he knew you would hate it. You had to remind yourself of that.

"So, you all know my beautiful Y/N, of course, we're all big fans of hers here," Coryo says, gesturing to where you were sitting and you let out a nervous laugh, shaking your head at him in a way that would appear teasing to everyone else while he waits for everyone to finish clapping for you. "Don't get embarrassed already, darling, I've got a bit more to say about you so just sit tight, okay? Nothing bad, I promise." He says to you, looking into your eyes even as he stands up on the stage, everyone's laughter echoing in the background.

"So, I have known Y/N and her outstanding mind for years now. The Games are what brought us together when we were both just kids, but you all already know that story so I'll spare you the details. The bottom line is, I am so proud of the woman she has become. She's written two books that will soon become three, she graduated in the top three percent of our class with only a District education to build on, and she is the single most well-spoken, well-mannered, beautiful, and caring woman I have ever met. Truly, she has changed my entire outlook on life." He says, talking more so to the audience than to you, knowing that you're so embarrassed by this. And he would be correct. "It has truly been a privilege to know her, and to love her."

"But that was a long journey for us both, and a seemingly endless uphill battle for her recovery, despite her strength. The Games can be scary, let's be totally honest. It's life or death, and winning will change you, but Y/N came out the other side and wanted to make a difference for her family and that inspired me. And she continues to inspire me every day." Coryo says, pausing to take a sip of his champagne again. "So, all of this is to say, I'd like to thank her for all her support through my education, this campaign, and through the life we're building together. She inspired this idea in me and with the help of my fellow game makers as well as the Plinth family..." You look over at Sejanus as he continues, suddenly realizing he must have known about what was happening. He keeps a small smile on his lips as he watches, refusing to make eye contact with you.

"This," Coryo says, turning to look up at the screen while a picture comes up of a small cul-de-sac of beautiful homes. "Is just the beginning of the Victor's Rehabilitation Initiative."

You tilt your head, a shocked and confused smile on your face as you take in the photo and try to decipher what he's talking about.

"So, recently, Y/N has been more open with everyone about the struggles that came with being crowned a victor in our Games. Yes, they get to walk away with their lives, but what if winning meant something more? What if it meant security for them and their families, so they're not returning to their Districts with no sense of what to do next? That, everyone, is what this program is for. To help the strongest of them find a purpose again, and to encourage the bravest of Panem's children to get back on their feet after such an impressive feat as winning the Games."

You have to very consciously force your jaw to stay shut when you realize what he is saying, clapping along with everyone else while your smile relaxes into something more genuine. You knew that he wanted to abolish the Games altogether, and you knew that no matter who won the election, they wouldn't proceed for much longer. This was the first step in that direction, and you were flooded with emotions. Pride, excitement, relief.

"For ten years, until the beginning of the mentorship program, our victors were cast aside. Never to be heard from again after their win, I, for one, became curious as to what happened to them after the Games as soon as I met Y/N, and I have heard that question from many of you as well since we were all given the pleasure of getting to know her." Coryo's smile is one of pride and excitement, sparing a glance at you as he allows the audience to have their responses. So far, all seemingly positive despite the present undertones of him caring about the people in the Districts. He was a smooth talker, he knew exactly how to command a space and get people to believe what he wanted. And he was using it for good. "I mean, how many other victors have something extraordinary, just like her, that won't be utilized or nurtured? We never knew."

"From now on," He continues, the crowd quieting down. "Our victors will be given homes in what we've decided to call Victor's Villages in each of the Twelve Districts. They'll have ensured security for themselves and their families, and a generous sum of prize money to help them with whatever they need. Whether that's medical attention, both physical and emotional, or, if they so choose, when they reach the appropriate age, they could apply at our university to further their education. Though, between you and I, admittance is not guaranteed." He winks at the end and it's accompanied by laughter, which you try and go along with, but you're too close to tears to even process fully what was going on. This was a huge step in the right direction, even if like he said, acceptance was not guaranteed. "What I mean, is that it will be up to them. They can live their lives to the fullest, just like our gem, Y/N."

He looks at you again, and you can really only see his blurry form through your tears until someone is handing you a handkerchief to dry your eyes while people clap and cheer over the idea.

This was something you couldn't have imagined years ago. This was everything you've wanted since the Games- to make a difference, for people to care. And it was happening right before your eyes. Thanks to him. Thanks to you.

"And with that," Coryo says after a few moments, waiting for the crowd to quiet down after taking in your reaction. "We can move on to my second announcement, which is my formal withdrawal from the presidential campaign."

Gasps fill the room and your smile disappears, a hand coming up to your mouth as you look up at him, shocked and confused with the announcement that blindsided even you.

"Are you happy here?" You ask quietly, not wanting to disturb the peace of the evening as you walk from your parent's house back to your own in the Victor's Village.

"I couldn't be happier." Coryo replies through a soft sigh, swinging your hand gently as it's clasped between you.

"Are you sure?" You say again, feeling a little uncertain despite weeks of his endless reassurance that this was, in fact, what he wanted.

To him, this scenario was perfect. He could keep his job as head gamemaker, planning to only return to the Capitol for a few months or so every year for the Games. He knew that wouldn't last much longer, though, not with Hilarius Heavensbee in office. Coryo gives it a few years and a few major "accidental" mistakes on his part for the viewership of the annual event to die out and open the door for the president to call them off, just like he had always wanted to.

And every day Coryo would wake up to see you in your happy place, the only place you'd ever felt truly at home. He was more than happy to give it all up for the greatest sake of seeing you smile.

"Of course." He smiles, never growing tired of telling you the same thing over and over again if it meant he could ease your mind.

The moonlight bounces off his in a way that makes you think it could be glowing if you didn't know any better.

"I told you that I would be. Years ago. You remember?"

"Of course I remember."

He lets out a breathy laugh at your reply, shaking his head. "That was a foolish question. I don't think you've ever forgotten a single word anyone has ever spoken to you."

"Sure I have." You say, tilting your head as you look up at him, trying to catch the same moonlight reflect in the blue of his eyes as you walk down the path. "I just don't forget... the important bits."

"I will try my best to take care of you while you're here."

"My honest, best advice? Figure out a way to escape."

"I can't have killed them all for nothing."

"You are not a beast."

"Please, don't walk away again."

"I survived because I had to learn to love you."

"Like in your books?" His voice interrupts the swirling of speech from years past, and you shrug.

"Not exactly... it feels different. Because I can hear it, still." You explain, voice dropping into something more quiet as the remnants of your fear eats away at the back of your mind, the cold night breeze imprinting your skin.

"God, the way your mind works, love." He says, and as you look up at him to be met with an expression of pride that always changes everything. "You amaze me every day."

You stay quiet, cheeks getting hot as you look back down at the path.

"Are you happy?" Coryo asks after a moment, eyes never daring to leave your profile as you walk next to him, hardly more than a silhouette in the dark. But certainly more than a ghost, now.

"I am." You reply, the smile creeping back onto your lips. "Such hours are beautiful to live, but hard to describe..."

He hums softly in response. That was a yes, but also a no in the most you fashion possible. His heart remains heavy in his chest knowing that there is nothing more he can do for you to help you heal besides be present. "Is there anything more I can do?" He asks anyway, hoping that maybe you would come up with something.

You shake your head, giving him a tight-lipped smile laced with reassurance.

"Well, then..." He sighs, rather dramatically. "I did have an idea, you know, something that might make you happy. Even just for this one beautiful hour."

You let out a laugh, squeezing his hand a bit. "If that was you asking me if we could-"

"I would like to marry you." He says, for the first time ever, not feeling guilty about interrupting you.

You stop in your tracks, and he stops with you instantly as if he were waiting for it, his hold on your hand not faltering for a second.

"I... you-"

"Darling," He starts, stepping in front of you now, blocking out the moon but hardly putting a dent in the presence of the stars over his shoulders, their soft light reflecting off his blonde curls. "I do love nothing in the world so well as you."

Your shock and confusion begins to wear off as he speaks the familiar words, and you laugh softly. "In your own words, Coryo."

He tilts his head at you, clearly not having expected that kind of response. He expected a lot of things. He planned for everything that could go wrong, he prepared for rejection, for tears, panic, even, but he did not expect that. "I, uh..." He chuckles nervously, giving his head a quick shake to get himself back on track.

He had read that play just for you. Just for this- because he knew how much you loved it, and he remembered the joy it brought you. The smile on your face when you told him about it that day at the lake had never left his mind.

"If you ask me in your own words, I shall say yes." You assure him, hands gripping tighter onto his despite your surprisingly calm demeanor.

"I thought you would like that... You know, knowing you..."

He's quick to defend himself, and your eyes almost sparkle as you look up into his own. "We should have learned by now that our story is our own, yes?" You ask. "We are not Beatrice and Benedick, or Laurie and Amy, or even Romeo and Juliet, just like I used to think we were supposed to be when my days were numbered. I thought I wanted one of those stories to be mine at least once before I died, but I was wrong." You say, taking in the embarrassed flush of his cheeks even in the dim lighting. "You are you, and I am me. No matter what you say I will be happy to marry you, so long as you ask me yourself, and not as someone else."

"Alright then." He gives you a curt nod, a smile on his face as he lowers himself in front of you, careless of the dirt that would no doubt cake into the knee of his pants. "You're everything to me, Y/N/N. My world... my heart, my soul. I didn't know what love was until I met you. I've spent the entirety of my adult life learning to love you, and I never intend to stop. Not even for a moment, so please, let me marry you, love."

"A Coryo indeed." You say softly, recalling the first day you had met him- when you only knew him as Coriolanus, and how far you both had come since then. The growing smile on your lips twitches and you nod, holding his hand a little tighter and attempting to pull Coryo back to his feet. "Of course I will. Nothing would make me happier."

He stands again and very quickly his arms are around you, holding you just as tight as they always had.

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[marvelwitchergilmore]

In A While...

Summary: Spencer Reid x Fe!Reader -> You were first introduced to Spencer through Emily, however, six years later, it seems some things are beginning to change.

Disclaimer: This is part one. A lot of pining, fluff and a little angst to come. Part two here. Not proof read.

Before…

“Who is that?”

“Who’s who? Oh.”

“Baby girl, do you know-”

“No, but, oh. She’s cute. Hey, do you think-”

“Hey, guys. What’s going on?”

“You know her?”

Emily’s face lit up. “Actually, I do.”

Emily had called out your name, and when you looked up, you’d gone from looking a little lost and a little intimidated to bright and confident. 

“Emily.”

Emily hugged you tightly and began asking questions about your journey to the office when more people gathered around her, leaving you to assume they were her teammates she always talked about. 

“Oh, right. Yes, this is Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, JJ you’ve met, and…where’s Reid?”

“I’m here.”

That was the very first day you met him. 

From behind Morgan, Reid stopped in his tracks and was introduced to you. The little sister of one of Emily’s friends. You’d applied for a small internship role at the Bureau. But once Emily caught wind of your name going through the servers, she asked Hotch if you could be placed with them. 

It would only be for two weeks and you had enough experience already with research which allowed you to help consult on cases with Garcia by your side. 

Once Hotch had finally made his introductions, you were thrown into the deep end. 

And, for the most part, it was smooth sailing. 

Your small background in linguistics helped on a case in Georgia, you’d made fast friends with Penelope who, within the first half an hour of meeting you, wanted to adopt you. And the team really seemed to like you, and best of all, you liked them. 

You also, despite your forced effort to shut it down, began to develop a small crush on one Doctor Spencer Reid. 

Granted, it didn’t go anywhere. After all, it was just a small crush. But it was nice to have his friendship. 

He was only three years older than you, so it made things easier. 

Everyone else, like Emily, was close to being ten years older than you, save for JJ and Spencer. 

“So, how do you know Emily?”

“She’s my sister’s best friend,” you replied. “They were in the same year at College. I was just the little sister, but they made me feel welcome. Less shut out despite the age gap.”

“Is that how you found this job?” Penelope asked you. 

“Sorta. It wasn’t nepotism or anything like that,” you quickly jumped to explain. “I- there was a posting for applicants. Emily didn’t even know until she called me up and asked me because she saw my name go through one of the servers. She knew before I did that I had been accepted but, instead of catching a train into DC every day, she helped me find a posting here.”

“Well, I’m glad. We need more girls around here.”

You smiled at Penelope’s comment, soaking in the moment before a call came through from Hotch. 

After the two weeks had finished, you returned back to College, but not before you had one final drink with the team. However, research for your Master’s still called. 

“No, no, no, please, please stay.”

“I can’t,” you smiled as Emily tried to drag you closer to the bar. 

“I will call you in the morning, but right now I need to finish up some research.”

Emily groaned. “Fine, but let me go with you.”

“No, Em, you’re having fun.”

“I can’t let you go alone.”

“I can go with her.”

From behind you, Spencer appeared. 

“No, it’s-”

“Please, it’s my pleasure.”

Emily smiled when you looked back at her. “Thank you, Reid.”

Spencer just smiled. 

Emily hugged you, but you were the last to let go. “Have fun.”

“Not a word.” you told her. 

“About what?” she pretended. 

That night, Spencer walked you home. And you both just talked. About anything and everything. He rattled off statistics about the amount of people that walk home, vs drive and catch the train. He asked you about your Masters and you told him. He even gave you some book recommendations which you checked out from the library the very next day. And you asked him about the love for his job which, by the time you reached your apartment, he told you;

“You should apply.”

“For what?”

“To be an Agent. I think you’d be really good.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Aside from your resume?” Spencer thought for a moment. “It just…seems to suit you.”

For the rest of the night, you tried to imagine your life from the past two weeks, being the rest of it. 

And it didn’t seem all that bad of an idea. 

Six years later…

You’d been, officially, SA Dr. Y/n Y/l/n of the BAU for four months. Before that, you had worked within the State Department for three years since your knowledge in languages was helpful for their investigations, and before that, you were placed from post to post, helping agents with their cases, mostly in and around the East Coast. 

And the minute you walked into the building, it oddly felt like coming home. 

You’d lived in Virginia most of your life, but working with the BAU…felt like home. 

This was also helped by the fact that Emily had decided to come to town for a visit, even if it wasn’t for long. 

“Oh my god, Emily, Hi.”

“Penelope,” Emily smiled before hugging her. 

“I really am really happy to see you but right now…”

“We’ve got a case?” you asked. 

“Big one.”

“I guess I’ll catch you later, then?” Emily asked. 

“Or you could consult?”

As if appearing out of thin air, you all turned to find Hotch stood behind her. 

“We’re always welcome to have you on the team, Emily. Even if it’s just as a consultant.”

Penelope had a badge for her by the time you’d all made it into the briefing room. 

“Here you go.”

“Thank you.” Emily replied before pinning it to her shirt. 

“We have a case…”

Penelope went on to explain the case and within twenty minutes, the wheels were up. You had taken your seat next to Rossi, and across from Spencer. And even though she was paying attention to the case, Emily couldn’t help but notice the small look in Spencer’s eyes every time you looked at each other. 

She also knew that look meant more than what Spencer’s brain was willing to admit. 

And it only continued to happen. 

Three days later, Emily watched yourself and Spencer dance around each other, like you knew each other’s every move. 

You both stood in front of the evidence board, moving things around as you talked about the case, working out the geo-file. And every time you stood back, Emily could have sworn she saw Spencer’s eyes glow when looking at you. She also didn’t fail to notice the double glances you passed each other, just a few seconds away from catching each other in the act.

Emily had always known you had a small crush on Spencer. Even from the first day you met. The fact you could barely look at him for the first four days was her biggest sign. But when she’d asked JJ about you two when you’d officially joined the team, it seemed like…nothing. 

You’d both just become…friends. 

Nothing more. 

But Emily couldn’t be the only one to see it. 

So when Derek snuck up on her as she watched the both of you, it gave her some confirmation to her doubts that ‘friendship’ was all that was between yourself and Spencer. 

“They’ve practically been glued at the hip.”

“Clearly.” Emily stated. “They seem to be in sync with one another.”

“Been like that since her first day.” Derek explained. “Now they don’t even have to talk. They just…know.”

“And nothing ever…”

“No.”

“Hey, guys?” Spencer called out. “We might have something.”

You went on to explain what you had found with Spencer’s help. 

However, by the end of the case, Emily finally got the answer she was looking for. 

Spencer trailed your every move with his eyes as you unbuckled your belt, stood and grabbed a snack and drink for yourself and JJ. 

“Hey, Reid?”

He snapped his attention to Emily who was sitting across from him. 

“If you want to ask her, she might just say yes.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” And he turned back to his book. 

“Hey, Spencer?” Emily placed a finger on the top of his book and pushed it down. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“I don’t know.”

Emily waited for him to continue. 

“I…I know that we’re friends but recently I’ve just felt…different. And I can’t even remember when it started. All I know is one day we’re walking back from a coffee shop, and the next…”

“You can’t take your eyes off of her?”

Spencer felt slightly embarrassed, but nodded all the same.

“I know something has changed, but I don’t know when or even how. But I know it’s changed and…it’s different, and I don’t hate it, but I also can’t seem to make sense of it.”

“Do you think she feels the same way?”

That was a question Spencer had been asking himself for weeks. “I don’t know.”

“Have you thought of asking her?”

“What if she says no? I like her but…”

“You don’t want to lose her.”

Spencer shook his head. And then his eyes found you again as you walked back to JJ and handed her her drink and bag of chips before sitting down beside her with your own. 

He’d lived his entire adult life as an FBI agent and somehow the prospect of his feelings for you and the potential chance of losing you was the scariest thing he’d ever witnessed.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x fe!reader #spencer reid x bau!agent #bau #agent #fbi #fbi agent #fluff #angst #friends to lovers #slow burn #kinda #criminal minds #emily prentiss #spencer reid fluff #part one

[momotonescreaming]

💜 WIP Weekend 💜

I got tagged by the lovely @pearynice 💜✨ thank you so much!

Rules

In a reblog (or new post w/ rules attached), post up to five (5) file names of your WIPs; not titles, file names.

Post a snippet from one of them. Snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any, go make some and come back to post!

After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. You must then write 3 sentences in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event fic), write 3 sentences on it anyway, and then 3 more on another to share.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post. If you tag me in your post, I will send you an ask request!

Wips

Vamp Steve

SHIT VERSION (stomarol)

stommy jogging

nudie patootie

Snippet (from Vamp Steve)

And now that he knows, Eddie can't stop noticing. Spotting them in the crowd, skin just a little too pallid for comfort. Ordering something at the bar that's a little too thick to be red wine. A couple making out in an alcove with a little too much teeth. A flash of fangs, a whiff of their magic.

But Eddie's always been good at that sort of thing. Peering behind the veil, seeing past the glamour, however you want to phrase it. He's a witch, he's good with magic. He can smell it, sense it, feel it permeating the stone beneath his feet and the walls that surround him. The acrid decay of vampire magic, the death and blood prettied up with sex and not-quite-life. It stinks.

But he's here now, he's ordered his drink, and Gareth is really keen to see the band playing next Friday. So Eddie won't make a scene, he won't make them get kicked out. Doesn't mean he can't  bitch and complain though. He's only human — unlike them.

“Can't believe that you'd take me to a fucking vamp club,” Eddie bitches, taking a sip of his beer as he lets his gaze scan over the crowd. Look at the DJ up on stage, remixing various goth, metal, and alternative songs to the swarm of people on the dance floor.  At the tables and chairs that litter the floor, at the row of booths he's sitting in. At the people. At the fucking vampires. “It's so fucking fake.”

“You're just bitter it's cooler in here than any of the shithole bars in basements we usually frequent.” Gareth replies with a smile and a shrug of his shoulders.

No Pressure Tags:

@augustjustice @shares-a-vest @devondespresso @hbyrde36 @starryeyedjanai

@thefreakandthehair @theheadlessphilosopher @aringofsalt @eriquin @nburkhardt

#wip weekend #tag game #momo writes #eddie munson #stranger things #to make it clear which eddie im talking about lol

[hrtsfromjules]

𝘿𝙍𝙀𝙎𝙎 - ᵃᵘᵇʳᵉʸ ᵍʳⁱᶠᶠⁱⁿ

pairing: aubrey griffin x singer!fem!reader

basically what the song's about lowkey?

The crowd at Madison Square Garden roared as you finished the final chords of your hit song, "Dress." The song had taken the world by storm, its lyrics filled with longing and secret passion, leaving fans and media alike speculating about the mysterious muse behind it. Little did they know, the inspiration was standing just off-stage, her heart pounding with pride and love.

Aubrey watched you with a mix of admiration and adoration. The two of you had been best friends for years, your bond deepening over shared secrets and stolen glances. It wasn’t until a year ago that those feelings were finally voiced, and since then, you had both been navigating the thrilling world of a secret relationship.

Backstage, you could feel the excitement and tension. The concert was a success, but now came the part you dreaded most: the post-show interview. Reporters would undoubtedly ask about the song, as they had in every other interview since its release. You took a deep breath, stealing a glance at Aubrey. She gave you a reassuring smile, the kind that made your heart flutter and your resolve strengthen.

"Y/N, your song 'Dress' has captivated millions. The lyrics are so intimate and personal. Can you tell us who it's about?" the first reporter asked as you took your seat in front of the cameras.

You chuckled, a rehearsed but genuine sound. "You know, I've been asked that a lot. I think part of the magic of music is letting people find their own stories in the songs. 'Dress' is very personal to me, and I think it resonates with so many because we've all had that person who makes us feel something deep and intense."

The reporters pressed on, but you expertly dodged their attempts to unearth the truth. You'd become a professional at keeping your love life under wraps, protecting what was most precious to you. Only a select few knew the real story, and that was exactly how you wanted it.

After the interview, you slipped away to your dressing room, longing for a moment of solitude. You found Aubrey waiting there, a proud smile on her face.

"You handled that well," she said, her voice soft and filled with admiration.

"Thanks," you replied, stepping into her embrace. "It's getting harder, though. I want to tell the world about us."

Aubrey pulled back slightly to look into your eyes. "I know, but right now, it's our secret. And there's something kind of beautiful about that, don’t you think?"

You nodded, knowing she was right. The secrecy added a layer of intensity to your relationship, every hidden touch and whispered word charged with electricity. You pressed a soft kiss to her lips, grateful for her understanding and patience.

Months passed, and the speculation about "Dress" continued to grow. Every time you performed it, you could feel the weight of the audience's curiosity. But you also felt the warmth of Aubrey's gaze, always watching, always supporting.

One evening, after a particularly grueling day of interviews and rehearsals, you found yourself alone in your apartment, with phone in your hand, on call with Aubrey. Ahe had to go back to connecticut due to her basketball practices and you missed her dearly. The city buzzed outside, but within these walls, it was just the two of you.

"Do you ever wish we could just tell everyone?" you asked, voicing the question that had been on your mind all day.

Aubrey considering her answer. "Sometimes, yes. But then I remember that what we have is ours. No one else can touch it or judge it. It's pure."

You smiled, feeling the truth of her words. "You're right. But maybe one day, we won't have to hide."

"Maybe," Aubrey agreed. "But for now, I'm happy just being with you, however that looks."

You wanted to nestle into her embrace, so you could feel a sense of peace. The world could speculate all it wanted, but the truth was something only you and Aubrey shared. And for now, that was more than enough.

The end of the tour brought a bittersweet feeling. You loved performing, but you also craved the quiet moments with Aubrey. As the final concert approached, you decided to do something bold.

Standing on stage, the audience cheering wildly, you took a deep breath. "I want to thank everyone for coming out tonight," you began. "This is the last show of the tour and i couldn't be thankful for everyone who was with me through this year. This last song is very special to me. It's about someone who means the world to me." Even though, Aubrey supposed to be in Connecticut she didn't want to miss this show.

You could see Aubrey watching from the side of the stage, her eyes wide with surprise. "This is 'Dress,'" you continued, "and it's for you."

The crowd erupted in applause, but all you could see was Aubrey, tears of joy shining in her eyes. As you sang, you poured all your love and passion into the performance, knowing that finally, the world would know the truth.

When the last note faded, you walked off the stage, straight into Aubrey's arms. The cameras flashed, capturing the moment, but you didn't care. This was your story, your love, and you were finally ready to share it with the world.

From that night on, things were different. The media frenzy was intense, but you faced it together, stronger for having shared your truth. And every time you sang "Dress," you did so with a heart full of love, knowing that everyone now knew it was about the incredible woman by your side.

And in the end, that was the greatest encore of all.

#wlw #lesbian #aubrey girffin x reader #aubrey griffin #uconn wbb #wbb #wnba basketball #paige bueckers #singer #female writers #nika muhl #kk arnold #Spotify

[minbinchan]

More than beautiful, one of a kind ♡

COUNTDOWN TO CHAN'S BIRTHDAY: D-4

#skz #stray kids #bang chan #bystay #staysource #channiesnet #createskz #usersa #staytay #dreamytag #userbeepls #usertsu #usersemily #cheekyuser #bitsforkitts #melontrack #bobausertag #*mine #chanbday2023 #thanks to the people for the replies on the one post i made for this <3

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

your honor they're everything

#'thespian or lesbian' is the new 'gay or european' thank you for coming to my ted talk- #*eddie voice* she's thespian AND a lesbian!!!! #poppy screaming 'i knew it' in the bg #does this have anything to do with the post! no! it does not! thank you! #i think they're very funny (unintentionally) and sweet #picturing poppy listening to sally rehearse. fully leaning against the windowsill and pining #scribble salad #welcome home #popstar my beloved.... #i think its quickly gonna become one of my current Top Pairings #like yes i do indeed love franklydear a lot. but also <3popstar<3. and of course 💞💖✨LAUGHINGSTOCK✨💖💞 #they are my top three. gay people rejoice #no straight people on my blog no siree #kidding. i love straight people! i have - do i have straight friends. uh. oh! my parents are straight! #wait fuck are they... theyve mentioned... hm. well straight people are valid <3 #side note im so glad this pairing has passed peer review #the replies in the first popstar post made me !!!!!!! YALL LIKE IT YAY !!!!!! THE PEOPLE AGREE YIPPEE!!!!

[restinpeacesensei]

traditional style 💖

#akoya gero #gero akoya #cute high earth defense club love #binan koukou chikyuu bouei bu love! #boueibu #my art #my akoya wanted to join in the vintage dress-up party too!! \;;w;;/ #ognvuhgh i wanted to have this done earlier bc other people were doing art so fast for the new outfits but it got dragged out #it was Mostly done a few days ago and i made final edits and was going to post it just before i rushed out to work #i put it up then i was like '??? wait there's a color blob in the wrong place i thought i fixed that???' #i was down to my last minute and didn't have time to do it so i was like auuuughhgh and took the whole thing down #on the Next day i opened the file again to see what was wrong and the color blob was NOT THERE #so im like ??? why did it suddenly appear again in the png. so i looked and i made an error in naming my files #i accidentally named one of the versions 30 instead of 03 so it sorted into the last place instead of the actual most recent version (07) #so that is the reason i ended up being 1 minute late to work. and the lesson to me is i should not try to post at the absolute last minute #(i say this but if i don't get smth done i can't stop thinking about it. it bothers me constantly to have something almost finished but not #(and then it's difficult for me to focus on other tasks so this is why i feel like i have to just get it done before i switch tasks) #anyway i wasn't totally sure what era the traditional outfits are supposed to be from. im not knowledgeable about fashion actually T.T #i googled 'when were suspenders popular' and ended up just looking at old photos and clothing patterns from the 30s-40s #photos from back then were black-and-white can you believe it.. you have to actually look at drawings and paintings to find color #everyone who left me messages elsewhere: THANK YOU SO MUCH!! \>/////</ i will reply soon!! \;;W;;/

[pyjamacryptid]

sorry if this is annoying and you can delete if you want could i just ask how is the bbc meerlin _ live commentary series comingg along?

Oh my gosh no I would never delete this, it made my day! <3 I love hearing that people love it and are still interested in it!!! In fact, I'm going to @ Mac and Kit because they love it too. Hey losers (affectionate) @1kitwonder @macaritaville Yeah, I haven't updated it in a loooong while, that's on me lol. We finished ages ago! It's just that yours truly got distracted/lost motivation with finishing the commentary series. But, good news, your ask prompted me to start finishing the next episode!

To tide you over until I post that, have an outtake:

[masterpost for BBC Merlin Live Commentary by Ren & Friends]

#ren replies #anon #the distraction was unfortunately to do with Life #and the adhd made it hard to regain that motivation/momentum rip #this is usually the case with me (ugh) #especially annoyed at myself since i'm literally episodes away from the finale lmaoo (oh well) #but thank you so much for this ask anon! #you brought a smile to my face! #I remember being nervous before posting the first one (ze anxiety) #but even if it didn't take off i didn't mind because mac and I were just having so much fun making each other laugh #we were so happy to see people find us just as funny XD #bbc merlin #merlin #arthur pendragon #ren and friends watch merlin #bbc merlin live commentary

[mariathechosen1]

I feel like I’m the only one that loves River’s new haircut😭

Ok I’m probably not the best judge when it comes to the attractiveness of men’s haircuts (for queer reasons) and I do want to say that it’s definitely not a bad haircut!!

…………BUT-

Idk! I just think a big part of River for me is the fact that he always looks so goofy; He’s always fucking up, he’s always unaware of what’s going on, and he’s always a bit incompetent (in a lovable way of course) and the shorter hair just makes him seem a bit colder??? If that makes sense?? It’s a bit more ‘professional’ and military style I suppose.

It’s totally ok to like the new hair though! I just miss his little swoop

#Also anon I genuinely started giggling my ass off the moment I saw this #because it felt like I had made the haircut post and then two minutes later I’ve gotten both a reply and an ask! #(and I never get asks!) #it’s just really nice to see how much more engaging smaller fandoms (like this one) can be! #(or maybe people are just really engaged when it comes to River’s hairstyle choices idk) #So thank you!!! #ask #river cartwright #slow horses #maria talks about things

[erabundus]

good morning, i love ren wanderer scaramouche kunikuzushi balladeer kabukimono hat guy very much.

#𝟎𝟎𝟏 : 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧-𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. ◟ ooc .◝ #tbd . #( every day i open up tumblr and resist the urge to make a post babbling about how much i adore this little mess of a man ) #( he is simply the character ever for me i don't think i've ever had a muse live in my brain rent free to this extent ) #( nor have i ever had this much fun writing before just SDKDKS number one comfort character (who experiences zero comfort) ) #( it's silly but he makes me very happy. i see gameplay or fanart & get excited all over again like!! wow!! he's so neat!! ) #( & i know i say it a lot but thank you so much for being here!! i've had this blog since november and that's absolutely wild to me. ) #( i've met so many wonderful people and made friends i cherish very much and i hope to continue doing that for a long time. ) #( also!! i'm going out to lunch w/ a friend in a little bit! i have some replies / starters in the queue and i'll do more when i get home )

[just-aro]

I was just thinking about how my thoughts on spooning and the way ppl react to them feel like the most heavy-handed metaphor for how people respond to a-spec people

I don't like spooning. I get that others like it, but it's all sorts of no for me. And for years, it felt like I couldn't escape people asking me "oh, are you the big spoon or the little spoon?"

"neither - I don't really like spooning" I'd respond, and never get to expand before the individual would immediately launch into how "oh, but it's so great! what position did you try? you must not like that position. you've tried both? maybe it was just the person you were with! oh you've tried with multiple people? that's terrible! but spooning is the best thing! I can't imagine not liking it, I'm a small spoon and it's so great!"

and, if that weren't enough - it didn't matter that I like other forms of contact. I simply must like spooning in another context, somehow, because anything else made the other person feel sad.

it would have been funny if it weren't so upsetting that the broad a-spec community on tumblr at the time felt exactly as obsessed with spooning.

#aro #aromantic #actually aro #actually aromantic #axel posts #it's seriously not that hard to just let people dislike something popular #wow i forgot how fucking angry this whole experience made me #thank you throwaway fanfic line about how the tall partner didnt seem to have his cuddling position affected by his height #for unlocking rhe memory of sheer rage i had about ppl suddenly saying physical touch was great but only valid in one specific #and inaccessible way #replies welcome unless they are about how much you like spooning

[darthyolk]

Tabletop update...

The elder scrolls document has now passed 7000 words (it should be much bigger by now but thats me just not writing yk yk) i still have to implement in the khajiit fur stocks, goblins, and the last two akaviri races before the race section is fully complete. I also gotta proof read it and make sure im talking sense and NOT just doing jibber jabber.

The lycanthropes are doing kinda nice,, in concept,,,, i have all the ideas in my head for the differences between werewolves, bears, and boars, but they need to be written down first of all. Vampires are actually looking pretty nice with three clans on paper and more coming, rn I got the Quarra from Morrowind, named the charming Imperial vampires the Codus, and the Volkihar from skyrim down, I got some vauge ideas like wanting to do an animal focused clan but I dont have too much for that clan beyond that.

Alchemy is something Im thinking of making crazier than in the actual games!! Trying to make it more like historical alchemy is a fun idea but that needs more research and a wholw brainstorming session for all the mechanics and stuff.

Ive got my first module planned out called Stormfront Dalliance, which takes place in High Rock and I messed up the towns actual name and position but I got too attached so im keeping stormfront!!! I have the major beats but I need to get the finer details down. Gonna be set in 3E 430 and you helping the kingdom of Stormfront resist being absorbed by Wayrest to fhe South and Daggerfall to the West. Throw in some vampiric influences and a visit from Mannimarco and I feel like it has the makings of a pretty good module ヾ⁠(⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠*⁠)⁠ﾉ

Ive got some more modules planned but those're kinda ideas in the air EXCEPT FOR ONE BABY I GOT THE OBLIVION CRISIS PLANNED OUT WATCH OUT which im honestly pretty nervous for cause it's probably gonna be the most combat intensive just by virtue of it being the oblivion crisis. I dont have alot of faith in the combat system yet but thats just cause I havent tried it out yet 😬

#thank you to those people who replied to that one post i made abt the falmer 💖 #ttrpg #tes #tesblr

[dailyxisumavoid]

1. I can’t get over the fact that you’ve replied to multiple of my asks, I’m pretty sure every one I’ve sent, and made amazing art out of them. You’re amazing and the fact my existence (even if I’m anonymous) has been acknowledged by you still stocks me. 2. All your AUs are amazing, I can speak for everyone but will read every bit of information you drop, weather it be in the tags or not, and it will consume my mind. Your amazing and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

Awwwwhh maate you’re going to make me crryyy /pos

You’re genuinely so sweet, and I’m glad I can make something you enjoy from the anonymous asks you send in!

I love seeing the ideas others make! (especially cuz it can take me out of my comfort zone, which is always fun!)

I am not the best with words but it really warms my heart to see everyone hanging around here, joining the journey of these silly little doodles :D

-Goldie

#honestly just made my week with a simple ask haha! #idk how I forgot people can be nice /hj #but really thank you anon it means a bunch #especially because I have been going for so long #this is probably the biggest thing I have committed to haha! #just knowing there’s at least one person enjoying this #is more than enough for me #I could go on how much this blog makes me smile #but the little reminder that I do love seeing all of you here #is hopfully enough #not a daily post #not a doodle #anon ask #ask reply #thanks for the ask!

[gu6chan]

99% just my autism speaking here but something ive been noticing lately that im sorta kinda 😶 about is when ppl are like "I think you'll like this" but not bc they ACTUALLY think you'll like it, rather they just got into it and want you to also get into it so "I think you'll like this" is a nice personal hook. i love chill stuff as much as any other person ofc but given i don't divulge that EVER, what makes you think my berserk reading, made in abyss watching, drakengard playing ass would like YURU CAMP????

#gu6chan's musings #am i just taking the phrase too literally???? like i appreciate the thought but also.... what agitates me is the fact theres not any #when i say something among the lines of 'i think YOU'LL like this' or 'This made me think of you' like #its bc i think of THAT PERSON IN PARTICULAR or think THAT PERSON IN PARTICULAR would like it #again it's probably just autism brain taking figures of speech too literally but i HATE it bc it just makes me feel like #all the times i shared my interests meant nothinggggg typically i just ask 'neat; what makes you think ill like it?' and ppl start stumbling #and im like :( #whats rlly funny in this case is not only the fact i had only ever established my love of dark fantasy and mystery to this person #but they also flatout asked 'youre not really into modern media much are you' to which the answer was 'not much lol' #and i said the reasons i dont care for 'cute girls doing cute things' anime (re: k-on) is bc if i have the time to watch it then i at LEAST #wanna spend it watching a series that's???? not 'the point of it is to relax :)'??? i can sleep for that #anyways like 2 days later they said they said they think id REALLY like this new anime they've been watching lately and I was like 'oh?' #and it was yuru camp.... and internally i was like 'are you fucking kidding me' but on the outside i was like 'oh sweet what makes you think #id like it? id love some new media recommendations especially if they're newer shows bc ive been having SO MUCH TROUBLE trying to find #something interesting that isn't from 2008' #and they sent me a picture of the most generic anime girl ever and they're like 'it has really cute girls' and then i just wanted to kms #like.... this isn't bc you thought id like it; is it..... #wanted to die internally but i played it cool and was like 'oh no; i appreciate it thoughtfulness and all but i don't think this is for me' #also the time where someone recommended signalis to me and i was like 'oh?' and they were like 'YEAH its SO good the people who made it #were even INSPIRED off of Nier' KNOWING FULL WELL I DIDN'T LIKE IT AND THE AMOUNT MY ENTHUSIASM JUST DIED... i was like #'oh. well that will be a pass then' and they tried backpedaling like 'well it's not SUPER inspired; i didn't know you HATED nier :(' like #my past 15 posts on my twitter werent me realising that the game was absolute garbage and calling it the most regretful thing ive ever spent #money on during my attempted playthrough 😭 i was like 'thanks; but I'll pass' to which they then responded by promptly sending me #signalis memes i had absolutely no idea how to respond to WITHOUT making it seem like i was super annoyed so i was just kinda 😶 and didn't #reply and they were like 'sorry :(' and i was like 'haha it's okay! i just have absolutely no idea how to respond to this joke i dont #understand at ALL' #was probably one of the more awkward interactions ive ever had but genuinely speaking i was so INTERESTED until they brought up that it was #inspired by nier i literally psychically felt all the enthusiasm leaving my body from 'damn; i might actually have to look into this' to #'oh well that's a bullet dodged' did not trust the backtracking either....

[mxactivist]

Support the BBC for having a trans character in recent episodes of 'Doctor Who'

Apparently the BBC (UK) has had 144 complaints about a recent episode of Doctor Who because it contained an openly trans character.

I've made a complaint to the BBC that there weren't enough transgender characters in Doctor Who. I would love if 144 other people did the same thing. Here's the link: https://www.bbc.co.uk/contact/complaints/make-a-complaint/#/Complaint

(For your easy reference: "The Star Beast" aired on 25/11/2023 on BBC One, and the trans character is called Rose.)

Please note that the complaint form asks for your UK postcode, so only UK folks can join in with this - but if you suspect you might have any UK-based followers, maybe give us a reblog to boost the signal?

Edit: I'm told that you can fill in the form even if you're outside of the UK, because the BBC provide service to many countries other than the UK, including the USA! Go for it. :D

Reply to confirm that you've done it, so I can keep a count!

Here's my complaint:

I recommend:

Avoid sarcasm or irony. Assume your post will be taken literally. If you are clearly joking or being mean you will be ignored or misunderstood.

Include some gratitude/appreciation. It's pretty great that they included a trans woman in a positive way, and they should know that they have explicit support for that.

~

Edit again: I'm seeing some concerns in the replies/reblogs that the BBC might not distinguish between "less trans people, please" complaints and "more trans people, please" complaints. Rest assured, this is nothing to worry about - the BBC publish fortnightly complaint reports, and they do pay enough attention to know when a complaint is in favour of or against trans inclusion. In fact, their 20 November – 3 December 2023 report is where the various news articles are getting the 144 complaints figure; that report says there were precisely 144 complaints that they have categorised as "Anti-male / inappropriate inclusion of transgender character".

That means the next complaints fortnight window is 4 December - 17 December. We have 8 more days to beat 144. By my count, over Tumblr, WhatsApp, the Fediverse and Telegram, we have 85 so far, which is well over halfway there.

Also, when you've done it, please reply to confirm you have done it, so that I can count us!

Thank you, everyone!

~

Edit, 2023-12-11, 1am UK time:

We did it! I've just been counting up responses, and it looks like sometime yesterday evening we hit 144 complaints/comments in favour of Rose Noble and more excellent trans characters in Doctor Who! (We're actually up to 157 now, fantastic.)

So, my next plan is to submit a Freedom of Information Act request to the BBC sometime in the next few days, asking for complaints and compliments figures. Then I'd ideally (energy and time permitting) like to put together a press release that I can send out to the publications that promoted the tiny "144 anti-trans complaints" figure, showing them that there has been far more feedback in favour of trans representation than against.

I'll keep you posted.

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