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Amazing custom made, one of a kind sweater made by @rt8815 !!!!! This one’s for you, Gube!

#rumple buttercup #sweater #Gube #gubler #mgg #everyones a little weird

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So i’ve been working on this art piece for like two days but i needed SOMETHING to add to it.

I made a comment about the sticky notes on Spencer’s desk, and @labeeboheme gave me a wonderful idea for an addition to the piece! Read the little notes on his desk :)

You can check out this piece on my instagram! Link is below :)

@/nerdyartybean

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spencer reid + date a boy

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I love their friendship

ALEX BLAKE & SPENCER REID

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One lie, two truths

Summary: Spencer’s concern when his girlfriend appears to be flirting with someone else in the bar is resolved when she assures him, twice over, that he’s the only one for her.

Hey! I have a request. Remember the scene in a bar with Brad a real FBI agent? What if reader flirted with him instead of Emily and Spencer (they’re in relationship already) saw that and is like 😞🥺 He starts feeling insecure but just for a second. Then reader turns off Brad and Spencer realises he has nothing to worry about. Just some fluff at the end 🤭

A/n: I wrote this as if the scene took place at the end of the episode just so they didn’t get called in for the case, and reshuffled the lines. Also, I love this scene, it was such a girl boss moment.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader ( fluff )

Content Warning: based on the scene in 2x21 | tiny mention of murder

Word Count: 1.7k

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Spencer knew why he was getting dragged out to a bar on girls’ night.

He didn’t mind being the sober driver. It gave him hilarious stories of the drunken antics to use as leverage. Most of all, it gave him extra time with his girlfriend, not leaving him pouting in his apartment.

The couples honeymoon phase was why Garcia, JJ, and Prentiss didn’t mind Spencer interrupting their sacred girls’ nights. Seeing the young couple grow during the early days of their relationship before they’d gotten together. It had never been a will-they-won’t-they situation. It was a how-long-until-they-admit-it.

Ever since they’d recognized their clear, reciprocated feelings, they’d slowly fallen more and more into love. It was a beautiful thing to see, especially for people as deserving as Y/n and Spencer. Each glance they shared was filled with adoration. It didn’t take any profiling experience to see that Spencer looked at her like she was the only person in the world. Y/n did the exact same thing, immediately looking for him in any room she walked into.

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Lock and Key VI

Summary: Millburn Correctional Facility is a tough place to find hope in. But  when Spencer Reid stumbles upon a GED class, led by a teacher with kind  words and a smile that breaks through the dark, he thinks it might not  be so hopeless after all. Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Part VI: In which Reid and the Reader both find themselves at the center of problems they just can’t fix… and the stakes are higher than ever. CW for mentions of death, drugs, threats, reference to CSA, mentions of transphobia/transmisogyny, and incarceration. Major spoilers for season 12 of course.

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“You are smart. You are good. And I believe in you,” she says. “I’ll see you all next week.” Her class shuffles out of the room, leaving her and Spencer behind to tidy up. After a minute of nothing but the rustling of papers she asks, “Are you okay?”

Spencer turns to her with a blank expression. The dark circles beneath his eyes seem more prominent than ever. The stubble on his face is growing out and his hair a mess even by prison standards. 

“You’ve been really quiet today,” she says. Never speaking unless spoken to directly, answering in short sentences with a sharp voice. “I know that there’s a lot going on. I mean first Luis… and now Malcolm is in the infirmary. It’s a lot. And it’s okay if you’re struggling.”

“It is a lot,” he repeats, as he organizes the stack of homework assignments before him.

“And it’s not okay,” she adds, her own indignation slipping past the boundaries she tries to maintain. “This is negligence. It’s failure to protect! I mean when I came in this morning and Nurse Jackson told me what happened to Malcolm I – well I wanted to march right into the warden’s office and give him a piece of my mind!” And she’d certainly tried to, though his assistant had kicked her out and told her to come back after lunch. “There needs to be an investigation into this!”

“Yeah well maybe you should just leave it alone,” Spencer says.

“I can’t do that. Not when people I care about are getting hurt.”

“Have you stopped to consider that saying something might make things worse?” he snaps. 

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SPENCER REID + EMOJIS

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Oh how I feel being a burden to everyone around me with my fibromyalgia. I can only hope to find something this loving and understanding one day…

Diamonds (S.R.)

Request: reader w/ arthritis/chronic pain and Spencer comforts her and tries to massage her joints or make her laugh bc he knows how normally reader doesn’t show she’s in pain.

A/N: I desperately needed to be comforted, so I figured I'd share what my brain came up with! Here is the deleted scene referenced in the fic, btw. Fic title is based on "Her Diamonds" by Rob Thomas. Couple: Spencer Reid/GN!Reader (read CW) Category: Fluff/Comfort Content Warning: Pain, crying, shame, Spencer sings a lyric from Frozen 2 (see A/N) that references “woman-wooing,” but he does not call Reader a woman Word Count: 2.3k

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There are some days where my body aches from shackles that don’t exist. Heavy wooden doors might as well be prison cells, and smog scented city air feels like poison on tired lungs. Days where the days feel limited, where the clock feels more like a bomb than a harmless little middle man between me and the universe.

Some days, I am too tired to even make it to the bench. I find myself on the curb, with my head in my hands and hoping that no one might find me there. I want to be as lost as I feel, left alone in my pity party with an attendance of half a person.

It was all going according to plan. Until my boyfriend had to go and crash my party.

When he joined me on the curb in the parking garage of our office, I was comforted by one simple fact: On days like these, Spencer knew better than to ask me how I am.

I was never able to figure out if it was just his way of avoiding acknowledging the pain. If I had the energy, I might be hurt by the idea of him wanting to ignore my reality. But I was tired, and I thought it would only be fair for one of us to get to live in blissful ignorance.

I was grateful for his company, too. It was especially nice in these moments, where neither of us knew what to say, so we both chose silence, instead. We listened to the wind whipping between concrete barriers, and we stared forward at the empty spaces before us.

Spencer’s hand reached out for mine but stopped short. He stalled there, noticing how I’d failed to move at all in response.

“Can I touch you?” he asked.

Four simple words that threatened to break the rest of me down.

With the tiniest nod, I tried to give him an answer that would be intelligible. Because I knew if I opened my mouth, all that would come out were sobs and screams that would echo through the structure until they hit me again just as hard.

I was trying to spare us the sound, but it didn’t work. The second that he touched me, the moment his arms wrapped around me and pulled me closer, I lost it. The tears that had felt nonexistent were pouring out of me with no sign of stopping. Like a heavy raincloud who’d finally had enough, I emptied my sorrows into his arms while I listened to the sound of the heavy heartbeat that I’d caused.

Together, we wallowed. We grieved. We did what we had to in order to lose the extra weight I’d carried for just a few hours too long. When it was over, and some time had passed, Spencer broke the silence with a soft, pitiful timbre.

“I’m really sorry,” he said like it had needed to be said by him and not me, “I should’ve paid closer attention.”

“Don’t apologize for not noticing something I didn’t want you to notice,” I sighed in response. I’d hoped he wouldn’t press it any further, but I should’ve known better.

With just enough offense to notice, he whispered, “Why don’t you want me to notice?”

And I, with an excess of exhaustion, answered, “I don’t want you to think I’m weak.”

At first, it seemed like Spencer had accepted the answer with grace. However, a few seconds later, he gave a distinctly ungraceful snort. I turned up at him with a pout, and he did his best to ease it away. He brought his hand to my cheek, brushing his thumb over my lips until they settled back into their frown from before.

“No offense, (y/n), but... that’s pretty silly,” he sighed. When I laughed in response, it granted him the courage to explain with even more confidence, and even more sureness, “You’re the strongest person I’ve ever known. Nothing could ever convince me otherwise.”

I paused, waiting for the tears to come and fall away. I read his face in the meantime. I analyzed his everything to find any sign of deception, to prove to myself that he was just saying what he’d needed to for the day to come to a somewhat satisfying resolution.

Spencer knew what I was doing, and the cheeky bastard took it as a challenge. His chest puffed out even more, his hands becoming more insistent and his smile growing wider until I reflected his image.

“Will you still think I’m strong if I ask you to help me into the car?” I blubbered as a half-joke.

My boyfriend’s competitive spirit, however, knew better than to shy away from the dare. Without removing his arms from around me, he began to help me up to my feet. He giggled at the way we looked like newly born giraffes, but never made me feel silly. At least, not sillier than he was on a normal, good day.

Once we were back on our feet, and no sooner, Spencer turned to me with a softness I desperately needed to see.

“Only the strongest people admit it when they need help,” he said. “And I’d be honored.”

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At home, things don’t seem that different. Romance movies and fairytales dictated that love should cure all, but when Spencer helped me into the bed, I still felt the same amount of pain. The deep ache in my everything somehow seemed worse in the comfort of down pillows and blankets that ought to feel soft.

My boyfriend didn’t try to make it better. He was acutely aware of the losing battle it was, and that sometimes, things simply had to hurt. Instead, he was preoccupied with finding a way to preoccupy me.

“Disney or bad TV?” he asked, fumbling with the remotes he’d only recently acquired. Because even the most stubborn technophobe had to cave eventually.

“What are my Disney options?”

He chewed on his lip for a minute before very cautiously answering, “Any of them.”

He was hesitant because he knew what I would do. I did not disappoint. I tried to jump up to sitting position but found myself only able to raise my arms. That enthusiasm would have to do for the time being. Thankfully, Spencer appreciated it nonetheless.

“Oh my god— you mean I can actually watch any movie without you correcting everything?” I shouted.

“I never promised that,” he mumbled.

But despite his generally obtuse nature, Spencer tumbled into bed next to me within seconds of me laughing, “You’re so stupid. Come here.”

That was what it took for things to finally seem better. Barely, but enough to notice. Even though the commotion caused more pain, it was immediately alleviated by the reminder that I was not alone, and the world was not as hopeless as it had felt in the cold confines of a parking garage.

The world was, as it had been before me and would continue to be after, a strange and beautiful place. There was no greater example of that than the man beside me. I knew that he was tired — exhausted from the very same trip that had drained me — but that didn’t stop him from carefully untangling our limbs so that he could begin gently massaging sore knots of muscle.

“I don’t want a movie,” I announced. Watching the way that the light of the television home screen reflected from his cheekbones that still wore a pure-hearted smile. I decided exactly what I wanted and gathered the courage to state my intentions clearly. “I want to steal away your whole night selfishly snuggling in bed.”

After another few seconds of feigned consideration, Spencer tried to hide his laughter through a sigh as he said, “I think I can handle the sacrifice.”

His words were said in jest, but I couldn’t shake the unsettling feeling in the pit of my stomach. That realization that, even if it was one that he took on willingly and with the utmost enthusiasm, it was still just that: a sacrifice.

Ever since he’d met me, Spencer had done everything he could to take care of me. Little things like carrying an extra set of earplugs or offering me his seat despite the fact he also needed it. There was always an undercurrent of concern, an attention to detail that made me feel special and seen, even when it was in a bad way.

But most days it was good. That day just wasn’t one of them.

“I’m sorry you have to take care of me.”

The words hung heavy in a quiet room. His fingers that had been dutifully working came to a stop, however slight and brief.

“I’ve been taking care of people I love for as long as I can remember,” he assured me, as if it was meant to help.

About the same time that he realized, I had to laugh.

“That makes me feel worse,” I whined.

“You’re worth it every time,” he laughed, too.

I wanted it to comfort me more than it had. I wanted to be able to hear his promises and believe them at face value, but it was hard. I had seen so many people come and go in my life when they realized the word ‘chronic’ hadn’t been hyperbole.

‘Pain is always new to the sufferer, but loses its originality for those around him,’ as Alphonse Daudet once said. As Spencer often reminds me on the bad days.

He didn’t say that this time, either. Instead, with a solemn tone and averted eyes, he whispered, “I just wish I could do more. I know I can’t take away your pain, but I still want to give you the life you deserve.”

With tears threatening to spill from my eyes, I saw an opportunity to avoid the tough emotions and bring the conversation back to something softer. In the worst singing voice that I’d ever used, I spun his last few words into an only somewhat familiar soundtrack.

“You’re doing pretty good so far.”

“Frozen 2, huh?” he caught immediately, exactly as I knew he would.

“It’s a deleted scene, so only kind of.”

Spencer tried to stifle his laughter as he pondered the nature of the scene. His hands moved their attention to my left-hand ring finger. His smile never fell, only becoming goofier as he tried to force his way through his own little verse.

“I've never been too worldly in the ways of woman-wooing.”

“You seem pretty good at wooing to me, Dr. Reid,” I teased.

The abrupt end to the song, brought about by his off-tune mediocrity, was gladly and gracefully accepted.

“Sometimes,” he sighed sarcastically, instead. Then, with no joking at all, he continued, “It helps that I’m with the most amazing partner in the world.”

He couldn’t have expected anything but what happened. He had come just close enough for me to reach him, and I grabbed hold of him without second thought. Tired, shaky fingers wound through mousy brown locks and pulled his face down to meet mine.

The poor thing was still worried about me, though. His embrace was careful and gentle; his hands cradling the back of my head as he lowered me back down onto the pillow. Spencer let out a deep breath when we broke apart, but he refused to go far. He opened honey gold eyes to inspect me from closer.

“You’re so wonderful,” he whispered after a few moments of awkward reverence.

“Even when I kiss with you a snotty nose and puffy eyes?” I asked, mostly as a joke.

“Yes,” he said, not joking at all.

“And even when I make you give me a massage for an hour?” I continued, but he did not relent.

“Yes,” he answered.

“And even when—“

That time, he silenced me with his lips. He pressed hard enough against me that we sunk into the pillow together, and he barely moved away that time when it was over.

“Yes,” he murmured against my lips.

I tried to answer him, to laugh or kiss him or do anything else but sit there and let the tears pool again. But I couldn’t. I was so tired, and for once I didn’t feel the need to fight. I just wanted to take the praise and allow myself to feel the true force of his admiration.

Spencer must’ve sensed that I needed it, too.

“You never have to prove to me that you’re strong. I already know that,” he explained. I wondered how it could be that in that moment, he was the one displaying the most vulnerable place between his ribs. He clutched onto me tighter, still worried but less careful about hurting me. I think he’d just really felt it that strongly when he said, “I... I want to be a place where you don’t have to be.”

“I might take you up on that offer,” I whispered without an ounce of shame.

That shared silence, the vulnerability of two people who were finally free to breakdown without worry of what the other might think when the tears dried up. The strange, beautiful breath of relief when someone still loved us, even when we were scared or pained or weak.

There are some days where the world seemed out to get me. But when I opened my eyes and saw the way he smiled at me, I knew that those days would be fewer and farther in-between as long as we had each other.

“I’ll be ready,” he promised, and I knew it to be true.

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The Basics

Mini series

Part 1

Reposting because I made a cover!!

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hi bestie how r u….!!! what concepts r u thinking rn

hi hi love! i’m doing wonderfully rn thank you! i’m so sorry i just saw this in my drafts i forgot to respond 😪

rn i’m re-watching s1 and thinking about baby spence, but specifically you joining the team and being partnered with him a few times. he’s closed off because he’s shy and you try to break past his shell, but it’s harder than you thought so you invite the team out for drinks one night.

while you’re there, everyone is talking about their worst failed relationships. Spencer avoids eye contact the whole time like he’s trying to melt into the crowd. it isn’t until you’re all loosened up at the end of the night that you ask him if he’s ever kissed anyone.

“no.” his response comes out short, though his eyes flicker between yours and the dress that clings to your body.

“do you wanna try?” you smirk. “i don’t bite.”

he inhales sharply but almost imperceptibly, eyebrows raising while he licks his lips. “yes.”

“put your hands on my hips,” you say gently when he glances, slightly panicked, at your form. he follows directions. “is this okay?” your voice comes out surprisingly quiet.

he nods. your fingertips trace over his jawline, up to right beneath his ear, and you tilt your face up to meet his. for a moment, your lips hover. his breath is shallow while he waits, and you don’t disappoint.

within a moment, you’ve pressed your mouth softly to his. with the innocence of something you didn’t know you still had. his grip on your hips tightens for a moment like he’s trying to hold on for just a second longer, and you pull away.

your cheeks are flushed. “how was that?” you ask.

“good.” he swallows. “really— good.”

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Attention everyone I have something I’d like to share. The similarities are too many to deny any longer… @imagining-in-the-margins has appropriately named him Junie B. Jonathan. The B stands for blue.

MGG has JBJ energy. I stand by this.

#mgg #depressed Jonathan #Matthew gray gubler #Gube #valentines #Junie b Jones #junie b Jonathan

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HECK I LOVE THIS SOOOOOOOO MUCH

Serendipitous (S.R.)

Request: A blind date spencer x reader? Pen is their mutual friend or something and sets them up? 🙂

A/N: I wasn’t expecting this to be this long but here we are! Enjoy flustered Spencer on a date with an underwear model 💕 Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Fluff Content Warning: Blind date, Reader is an underwear model, discussions of lingerie, insecurity, white lies Word Count: 4.5k

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Penelope had known that I would feel comfortable in a cafe. Even one as pretentious as this. I tried not to take offense to the fact that the pompous nature of it was probably part of why she’d picked it for me. Because I had to admit that she had been right. The warm, mellow jazz music and the distinct lack of children, while slightly solemn, also meant that there would be few distractions from what had been meant to be the focus of my attention.

The one I was waiting for. Whoever she was.

‘It’s a blind date, Spencer,’ Penelope had balked when I’d asked, ‘I can’t tell you what she’s like!’

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Like You (Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader)

(Not my gif!)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader.

Summary: Spencer goes with Reader to her school’s 10-year alumni reunion.

Word Count: 6794.

Warnings: Some curses. Nothing bad at all. Fluff. Some suggestive talk. Love’s confession (is that a warning anyway?)

A/N: School’s reunions suck. That’s all. And why can´t I write short fics?. Any comments, likes and reblogs are welcomed. Thanks for reading! The song.

I’m going to tag people I love around here: @blameitonthenight21​ @andiebeaword​​​ @safertokiss​​​​ @hopefulfangirl24​​​ @dreatine​​​​ @emilouu​​​​  @bluerose512​​​ @psychedellic-phase​​​​ @imjusthereformggcontent​​​  @rainsong01​​ @reverdevivre​​​ @julialuv1d​​ @isabellaroseeeeee​​​ @ashwarren32​​​

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Is there something more hateful than school’s years in someone’s life? I would say no. But there are many people who look back fondly on that, as if they were the best years by far. Maybe they were for them, but not for me clearly.

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The Basics: Mini Series Part 1

Spencer x GN Reader

School, books, academics...they've always come easy to the young genius. Friendship, emotions, and now the high standard requirements of becoming an FBI Agent- New Agent Training... they are all things he will have to learn in this new stage of life. But maybe, he doesn't have to do it alone.

Content Warnings: feelings of self doubt, negative self talk, feelings of inadequacy academically, physically, and socially (later on: romance, flirting, pining, kissing)

A/N: Part 1 is short but it's more introductory and just to get things rolling!

I watch as my teammates leave the locker room one by one, some giving me a half hearted pat on the shoulder, others giving me a weak smile full of pity. I knew it, we all knew it, that I had been the reason our team had not successfully finished its mission. I had tried my best, truly I had, but this is what happens when you take a twenty something skinny kid out of the library and throw him into new agent training for the FBI.

I had believed Agent Gideon, trusted him when he said I would be able to make it through. It was his belief that my skills were essential to the team, and failing out of the academy was not an option. Now, I’m only a few weeks in and I’m not so sure.

They told us we would build strong bonds here as fellow agents, get through these things as a team. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not exactly high school cliques or anything but, I still feel as though I’m on the outside. Every other agent here seems more skilled, more talented, more physically capable than I. They don’t say anything to me about it, but they all see it. How can they not when I am continuously the weakest link of the bunch.

I take solace in the academic time, the test taking, the moments were I finally feel like I belong. I don’t need to surpass the others to feel good about myself, but it sure doesn’t hurt considering the way I regularly come in dead last in every physical feat.

Some days I wonder if I’m the only one truly struggling. I know it can’t be true but it sure feels that way. That is until I saw them, sitting alone on the floor in a dark hallway behind the classroom. I hear what I can distinguish as a few sniffles and see them wipe their face with the sleeve of their trainee hoodie.

I don’t approach people. I don’t step out of my comfort zone. So why is it that my feet are leading me straight over to this unknown person. I considering moving along, not saying anything, but I miss my opportunity when they notice that I’m standing right over them. I’m met with tear filled eyes staring up at me in confusion.

Come on and say something dummy

“Uhhh hi” I give a small wave before returning my hand to clutch my satchel, my only sense of comfort at the moment.

They look confused but respond, nonetheless. “Hi?”

“You just seemed... I saw y-you a-and… I uh, are you okay?” I stumble over my words, per usual.

Nice going, genius

They take a moment to wipe their face down with their sleeves once again, as if I’m someone they’d need to be more presentable for.

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m great actually. Everything is totally…” One deep breath and the façade comes crashing down in an outpouring of tears. I’m not really sure what to do when people cry, especially people I don’t know, but I figure it’s polite to sit down next to them, despite the germ-laden ground. I give them a minute for their sobs to slow and their breath to even out.

“What happened?” I ask with any compassion I can muster, which is difficult considering I don’t know what they are going through and therefore cannot yet relate to their distress.

“I’m a certifiable idiot, that’s what” they say with what they try to pass off as sarcasm but is clearly reflective of how they see themselves.

“I highly doubt that, considering you’re here, training for the FBI that is. What’s making you feel this way, if I may ask?”

“The test, the stupid, stupid test. I bombed it. After I spent all week studying, for hours!” They bury their face in their hands.

“I don’t believe test scores alone should be used to define intelligence. With that being said, I could try to give you some study tips, or uhh help explain any concepts you might be stuck on.”

They avoid eye contact, clearly still embarrassed, but there’s no need with me.

“You don’t have to do that I probably just need to put in more hours.”

“It’s likely that time spent studying isn’t the issue as much as how you are spending it. A lot of common study techniques are not quite as effective as people make them out to be.”

“So what… you’ll show me your magic study skills you use?” I see them crack a smile as they joke with me.

I rub the back of my neck out of nervous habit. “Not exactly…I uhh I don’t really… I don’t tend to need them. But I know several used in academic peer reviewed studies that were shown to be highly effective. Plus I could help you nail down your learning style that works best for you.”

I’m finally met with a genuine smile and I can’t help but return in.

“That sounds great. Thank you so much…umm I don’t know your name.”

“Sorry! It’s Spencer. Spencer Reid.”

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I almost wore matching socks today… that was a close call. No worries though thanks to Santa dinosaurs and a reindeer pug