#gun violence needs to end

[stephstars08]

I know I said that I wasn’t going to post anymore about football but something was telling me that I should say something about what happened yesterday and I’m just tired of hearing about happy events get ruined by gun violence. It’s gotten so bad people aren’t even surprised by this violence happening because it’s something that happens everyday and anywhere here in America. What hurts me the most about this gun violence is that these are children that are getting shot or the ones that are shooting. There is way too much hate and anger in this world and the ones that feel those the most are kids. People who are against gun control need to wake the hell up! There are kids and teens too scared to go to school because they are scared they will get hurt. There are parents that are scared to send their kids anywhere because they are scared their child won’t come back. Some kids are too scared to even walk out of their houses because they are scared they will get shot! GUN VIOLENCE IS A PROBLEM!!! ENOUGH IS ENOUGH! I’m tired of seeing innocent people get hurt or lose their lives over a stupid argument! Guns are a dangerous weapon and shouldn’t be used to end an argument! WE NEED CHANGE AND WE NEED IT NOW!!!

#gun violence #ENOUGH IS ENOUGH #gun violence needs to end #these are children #this needs to stop #my hearts go out to the victims and their families #I’m tired of this #this needs to end #gun control #we need gun control

[ylove-bandaesthetics]

I seriously cannot believe that there are still school shootings going on. What the actual fuck man?! What’s it gonna take for this to be stopped once and for all? Idgaf if the individual was mentally ill or having a miserable life in general, there is absolutely no excuse to take the lives of innocent little children who had their entire lives ahead of them! And had so much to look foward to! What the hell goes through a person’s head to do something this horrible?! And not only in schools too, clubs, concerts, etc. Are we seriously supposed to just be terrified to go fucking anywhere outside of our homes for the rest of our lives?! Or more importantly terrified for our kids?! This is complete bullshit and I cannot even begin to describe how angry I feel about all of this! And the worst part is that this isn’t going to change, if it hasn’t changed up until now, what are the chances that this problem will die completely later on? When are human beings going to stop making other human beings afraid of the outside and afraid of our lives being taken away and the lives of our loved ones?! The world is fucked up and scary enough, and it’s already a risk for us everyday we step out of our front doors, we do not need to be doing this to each other. But more especially to children!

Children do not deserve to be harmed in any way, shape, or form, they don’t even deserve to go through any kind of sicknesses, or even get a scrape on their little knees, they are the purest souls and the biggest blessings to this Earth. And as a woman who wants to be a mother one day, this makes me absolutely heartbroken and scared to death. May these little angels and the sweet hero of a teacher who died trying to protect her students, rest in peace and may their families be consoled in this terrible tragedy. This is truly upsetting…

#🖤🖤🖤 #I’m so sick of people doing this kind of shit #gun violence needs to end #nobody deserves to lose their family members by murder #robb elementary school #imagine leaving your kids to school #telling them you love them and them saying it back as they wave goodbye #both of you not knowing that it was really going to be goodbye for good #As an empath I seriously feel the heartache of these parents #I feel like crying even

[shapelytimber]

Hellsing wives !!

the end of Hellsing is my roman empire

[PRINT] - [COMMISSIONS]

Bonus sketch, process and rambling below vvv

I don't usually share my sketches, but this one was cute :))

Hello welcome to my rambling zone, I have the bad habit of taking notes during the night because I'm an insomniac- enjoy ! And remember everything here is just my opinion written at 5am

I have a lot of conflicting feelings about Seras, because on one hand there is a lot I hate about her character :

-I *hate* her design. She is sexualized in a way that makes me really uncomfortable

-She is always the character that brings the worst part of the show (especially in the beginning) : the humor (and misogyny). She is treated as both the audience surrogate, and a comic relief, and that's a mix that do not work for me (and if you add the fact the humor doesn't make me laugh, and that she is more often than not treated as a pair of boobs and not a character- well it's hard for me to take her seriously)

-she was a cop (acab). And Alucard doesn't let me forget that because he calls her "police girl" the whole fucking show.... (But I can't complain about that because I kind of liked the pay off-)

-I find her romance with Pip boring (mainly because I find Pip boring I'm sorry), even tho I liked where it went. But if I find the man more interesting dead idk if that's a success.

-Her last apperance will always enrage me. After all her character growth, after you thought the writers *maybe* respected her a bit more..... One of the last thing you see from her is a panty shot. How to spit in my face for enjoying the ending ig

But on the other hand, despite all that.... The end of her character arc was kind of sick and she gets a lesbian ending lgkgkckgj so 5/10 character could be worse ig

But the shit that gets to me about all of that... is that I know Hellsing can pull off great women characters !! Integra is *right there* !!!

All of this to say I like doing fanart of mid medias I love because I get to fix some aspects of the original I didn't like <3

PS : I know Alucard is "dead" during the 30 years after the final, but you can decide if he is the dog or if they adopted a dog that reminded them of him :)

#Hellsing is my ultimate guilty pleasure #sometimes I just need to watch over the top violence on nazis it's good for my mood #and at the end the two women become wives <3 what's not to love ? (A lot don't get me started-) #hellsing #hellsing ultimate #hellsing fanart #integra hellsing #sir integra #seras victoria #alucard hellsing #sertegra #seras hellsing #lesbian vampires #lesbian #art #my art #digital art #illustration #fanart #cw guns

[columboscreens]

#columbo #season 5 #forgotten lady #so ma'am is it also in my file that i once had a gun pulled on me that i talked down by tellin its owner that she was too classy to shoot me #like yes he hates guns. probably grew up surrounded by gun violence. but he literally does not even need one even in a roomful of them #he could be at the business end of a firing squad and he could talk his way out of it

[savetheghost]

celebrating madness birthday by finally updating the hank damage pie charts

if youre gonna try and fight hank dont use a weapon tbh just use your fists (blunt force = punched/knocked into a wall)

also if youre gonna fight hank youll be most successful if youre a clown

these aint updated with 9.5p2 yet and take em with a grain of salt because tricky is very very fast

heres the absolutely unhinged notes

#madness combat #i think its legit hilarious that literally throughout the entire canon series #only one zed manages to hurt literally anyone #in mc4 at the end the one with the gun #if you dont count mpn at least cause goddamn fuck zeds in mpn #i need to do sanford and deimos next because im 99% positive sanford gets the brunt of it in the mainline but dedmos adventures moght uh #skew that a little #guess were gonna find out #text gore #description of violence #gore #violence

[lacking-hydration]

that postal movie is so inconsistently ok

#i watched the last like. ten minutes of it cos i know most of the boobie is done by then its just like. blood n guns whatever #and like. i almost kinda get the vague impression of what they're trying to satirize #yknow? #and i still think the dude's monologue of just 'CAN'T WE ALL JUST GET ALONG' immediately being shot down is. im not gonna sit here and #cal it poignant but i GET it i think its funny and i think maybe you could argue theres something there about how arbitrarily willing human #are to just kill each other instead of trying to work things out #hence the ending #and i think maybe the stuff with the US nuking themselves to clense out the 'terrorists' would work better if they werent already like #literal villians in the film i feel like the satire is lost when you start punching down like that i think the whole point the movie was #'trying to make' about how nine eleven was jsut a tragedy and not some grand justification for our overseas .massacring. doesn't work so #well when you've also got to throw in a bunch of 'terrorists' as your set of bad guys. you know? #also i dont care chris coppola is really entertaining as richie i HATE THAT GUY #also i lost my mind when the IRS actually called him 'david clark' i was like OH SO THAT IS HIS ACTUAL NAME GET UP #postal dude and faith could have been fun if faith had been in the movie for more than two fucking scenes before. but WHATEVER #WE DONT HAVE TIME TO DEVELOP OUR CHARACTERS RELATIONSHIP WE NEED TO HAVE CUTAWAY VIOLENCE/BIGOTRY JOKE NUMBER 334835345 #consider the following

[henryloverman]

"A Deal with a Hand"

>A Stanley Parable (Long) one shot

[ The song is the vibes of this story ]

Stanley was inside a dark void, there was a computer screen looking back at him, he could swear that he saw that screen before... Ah! Settings Person, the who talked to him during the epilogue, why is it here?

"Hello there, Stanley, I have prepared a deal for you"

"What kind of deal?"

"A deal that can let you escape the Parable, but of course it has a price"

"Are you sure? Like I could actually escape the Parable for a deal?? Alright then, what's the price?"

"Convince the Narrator to let you go"

"Let me go? What do you mean by that?"

"There are two ways to leave the Parable, it's either persuading the Narrator or killing him"

"Umm okay- WAIT WHAT?! Is there no other choice?????"

"There is no other way, you already have accepted the deal, so you choose"

"Even if I choose to persuade the Narrator, I don't think he will allow it"

"Surprisingly you choose to persuade him instead of killing him, why is that?"

"I... Don't want to kill anybody, okay?"

"Your point makes sense, okay, I do have a way so you can somehow persuade him"

"And what's that?"

"I could give you a voice, I think I'm able to do that if I use the video tape's wiring"

"A voice, huh? Well then give me the ability to talk, it will be easier to speak instead of using my hands for the operation"

"Give me a minute, I have to code first"

"Okie doki"

"...Did it work?"

"Well seeing you can open your mouth now, i would say yes"

"Nice! I never heard my own voice before!"

"Well it's because the Narrator took it away, he thought it would distract the storyline if you were able to speak the entire time"

"...I should have chosen to kill that fucker instead"

"Too late now, just try to persuade him, if it doesn't work, there is always a plan B"

"Okay, now send me back, it's time to start the operation! Also thanks by the way, Employee 432!"

"Good luck, Stanley"

...

"Ugh, my head hurts, I am in the office?"

"There you are, Stanley! I was looking for you everywhere- WAIT YOU CAN TALK?! I don't think that should be possible, you don't have a voice box..."

"Well, I can finally talk back at you, now listen to me, you asshole, let me leave the Parable"

"Why should i listen to you? Why do you even want to leave the Stanley Parable in the first place???"

"Because I couldn't stand staying in this fucking place for any longer, I want to leave the office building and explore the outside world, I want my freedom back!"

"...How far are you willing to go for this specific freedom of yours, Stanley?

"As far as I could, even it means killing you just so I could leave this shitty place"

"Hahaha, oh Stanley, you think so highly of yourself, do you really think you could actually hurt me? Even to go as far as killing me?? I don't think so"

"I think it might be the other case around, Narrator, I could use a friend's help to do that, so you better let me leave the Parable or else!!"

"You will never leave the Parable, you will stay here and follow my story, don't you want a happy ending, Stanley? You can have that if you just listen to me"

"BUT I DID! I had already listened to you so many times, and do you know even know what happens in the end? That ending gave me hope that I can actually leave, and instead of giving me the freedom I deserved, it just fucking restarted and everything will happen again!"

"Happen again? What do you mean by that, Stanley?? I don't remember doing that ending yet, are you imagining things?"

"DO YOU THINK I MADE THAT UP?! Why would I even do that? Just let me go, please?"

"No, and that's my final decision!"

*Sighs*

"You left me no choice"

*Holds up a gun*

"Pff! How are you even going to shoot me with that? Where did you even get that gun in the first place, Stanley?"

"A friend of mine gave it to me, and now it's time to say your goodbyes"

*Bang!*

"-Ah! S-Stanley how did you do that!?"

"I won't say, sleep well, you bastard"

"Y-You asshole! Shit I am bleeding! Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck FUCK!!!"

"...Uhhhhhh, fine, where are you? I know how to first aid!"

"And now you're willing to h-help me? Ugh, fine, it's to you-ur right"

"Huh? -oh over there! I'm coming!"

*Opens door*

"H-Help me already!"

"Wait! I have to use my shirt to stop the bleeding"

...

"There, that should stop the bleeding for a while"

*Sighs*

"My arm still hurts, I will ask again, how the fuck did you shot me?"

"I don't know, maybe the gun has a way to teleport its bullet??"

"That is impossible, the one responsible for that gun is your friend, right? I think they used some kind of advanced technology on that thing"

"It was made to kill you, so it isn't a surprise"

"Who is your friend, exactly?"

"I won't tell you, but I do know they hate you, which is perfectly understandable especially to what you did to them - but that's not important now"

"It's Employee 432, isn't it?"

"How did you know?!"

"I knew they were suspicious of me from the start, it isn't a surprise they want to kill me, I did erase them after all"

"Why would you do that? Erasing all of my co-workers for what?? For your precious story?"

"Stanley, you don't understand, your co-workers don't exist at all, they're characters I made up, they are fictional, with no personality or life"

"Somehow, I and Employee 432 are sentient?"

"Yes, I don't know how you two are alive or have the ability to think, maybe there is something wrong with your code"

"Which is why you decided to fire employee 432?"

"I had to, they were going to ruin my story with their existence"

"But what about me? Is it because i'm your protagonist?"

"You and Employee 432 are different, they were not supposed to exist at all, while you on the other hand was the opposite, you were needed for the story"

"Your reasoning sounds awful, you didn't even give them a single bit of mercy, and to all of my co-workers, including me"

"I didn't know they were still alive, Stanley, I thought I killed them a long time ago, but somehow they survived. You're not real, that's the truth, I know it sounds bad but you and I are different, you were something I made up while I exist in the real world, whether or not I had a choice"

"How are you here then? Huh? If you are indeed real, why did you come here?"

"Well, we are currently in my office, this was not supposed to be seen by anybody except me, I created it when I got into this world"

"What for?"

"So I could create my story in peace, it's not easy to teleporting world to world, this was a world that I created, it's small, but it does it's job"

"Okay, if you did make this world, how are you not invisible?"

"There are limits to my ability, my body is weak even though I don't need human necessities, what I code in my computer will take a physical form, such as papers, chairs, walls, well whatever"

"So - could you code a first aid kit, also an extra t-shirt as well"

"I could do that if my left hand isn't currently injured, it's hard to code with one hand, Stanley"

"Can't you just teach me how to code? I don't think it's that hard"

*Goes towards the computer*

"It's hard to code, Stanley, but let me see you try, I bet you can't even code at all"

*Codes*

"What were you saying??"

"HOLY SHIT! HOW DID YOU KNOW HOW TO CODE, STANLEY?! That should be impossible with that dumb brain of yours"

"It just shows I'm smarter than you, Narrator"

*Removes the bloody t-shirt*

"Pff! As if that were the case, you were just lucky"

"Could luck really help me code a med kit and a t-shirt? I don't think so"

"...Fine, you win, Stanley, you're not that dumb after all, only 1% smarter than before"

*Cleaning the wound*

"Sooooooo, are you going to let me leave now?"

"...On one condition"

"What's that?"

"I'm coming with you, Stanley, you need someone to guide you, and fortunately I'm quite knowledgeable about the rules of the Real world"

"Wait.. you're going to help me? What for? Didn't I try to kill you 20 minutes ago? So why would you do that???"

*Sighs*

"...After everything I had done to you, erasing all of your co-workers and forcing you stay in this office, I understand the reason why you and Employee 432 wanted to kill me, and yet you still chose to save me. See this action as a form of my apology and gratitude, I don't deserve your forgiveness but at least let me help you, even if it's small compared to what you have done to me"

"...Damn, I didn't know you were this nice, Narrator"

*Bandages*

"Shut up Stanley, we should get going"

"To where?"

"The Real World, now follow my lead, I know where the exit is at"

"So a gun shot made you change your mind?"

"Yes, now stop talking, I don't want to hear your voice any longer

"I could say the same"

"Fuck you, Stanley"

"Fuck you too, Asshole"

*Sighs*

"You're not going to say anything?"

*Middle fingers*

...

*Burst in a joy of laughter*

*Chuckles*

"Your laugh is contagious, Stanley"

"Oh really? Well your laugh is contagious too"

"Is my laugh really contagious? How do you know that?"

"...Ummm, fine, I will tell you the truth, you can't remember the resets, Narrator, in some cases you can, but most of the time you don't remember what happened in those endings"

"Those endings huh? That also explains your hatred for me, I must have done something bad to you, didn't I?"

"... I will tell you another time, I don't want to explain it right now, I'm not prepared to"

"Oh... I'm sorry I brought it up, Stanley, luckily we are now closer towards the exit, you're so close to freedom, aren't you happy?"

"I am, it's just I don't get why you didn't leave the parable sooner, are you stuck here as well?"

"Even though I created this world, someone with a higher power could easily kill me anytime. There was a rule that was implemented here, if you and I want to leave the Parable, we have to go the pod together"

"That makes sense why you haven't left the Parable yet, but why have we not done this before?"

"I don't want to leave the Parable, Stanley, my whole life, my career, everything I have done was so could I make this story into a reality, that story was going to change the world, but that was not true, this is why I didn't want you to leave the Parable, because I knew you needed me for that"

"Oh...but why did you choose to stay with me even if we leave the Parable? Don't you hate me?"

"I... I feel indebted to you, even though you shot me in the first place, you still saved my life, I was going to bleed to death if it weren't for you"

"You didn't answer my question, do you hate me, Narrator?"

"Uhhhh - Look! Were here, there's the escape pod, let's go, Stanley"

"You dodge my question again"

*Opens*

"Let's go inside, I think we could fit in here-"

"-Not so fast"

A person emerges from the shadows.

"Employee 432!?!?"

"Oh by the way, Stanley, how did you know my name?"

"Someone told me"

"Stanley! Get inside, quick!"

"Goodbye, it was nice talking to you, Stanley, but unfortunately you didn't follow my expectations, I really thought you would kill him, I guess not, what a disappointment, I should have killed you in the first place"

"WAIT - W-WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS, EMPLOYEE 432, I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS?! ALSO WHY THE FUCK DO YOU LOOK LIKE ME!?"

"Simple, really, I needed a copy of your body in order to kill that bastard, since any other models don't have the ability to shoot a gun"

"Wait - my gun?! SHIT! Employee 432, please don't shoot me!"

"I had hated both of you from the start, the only reason why I didn't kill you in the first place was because the Player told me not to, but since they're gone, I could do anything I want, sorry Stanley, there could be only one-"

"-TAKE THIS, YOU BASTARD!"

*Bonk*

"AHHHHHH-"

*Faints and collapses*

"Where did you get that?"

"I saw a pipe and used it as a weapon, unfortunately it's not strong enough to kill a person"

"Thank you for saving me, Narrator, but we have to get going before they wake up"

"You don't want to kill them, Stanley? Especially the fact that they were going to kill you?"

"I understand why Employee 432 did this, they were just blinded by hate and revenge, they don't deserve to die"

"...Alright then, let's get going, don't want to wake them up now"

"Goodbye, Employee 432"

*Closes*

*Pressing the start button*

"My left arm hurts swinging that pipe, I'm going to sleep for a while, Stanley"

*Sits down*

"That's what I had forgotten to code, I'm so sorry, Narrator"

*Sits down*

"It's alright, you already have done enough for me"

*Yawns*

"I'll join you, i'm tired of what had happened earlier, it will be nice to fall asleep"

*...3*

"Okay then, good night, Stanley"

*...2*

"Good night, Narrator"

*...1*

[ Blast off ]

*Mumbles*

"...Stanley..."

*Shifts closer towards the other man*

*Mumbles*

"...Narrator..."

*His head fell on the Narrator's shoulder*

"Zzz...z...z...Zzz...z..zzz"

A red pod flew in the night sky, flying into space where stars and galaxies aligned, there was nothing there except for the two sleeping fellows inside a pod, there were still unanswered questions still stuck in their minds, but for now, it isn't bad to take a rest and listen to the noise of space, with a fellow companion by your side.

꧁ The End ꧂

Editor's Note: This is probably my longest story yet! I honestly planned this to have a bad ending, where the Narrator dies and Stanley was inside the pod alone, but I changed my mind because that will happen twice in my stories.

The reason why this is a one shot is because I feel like this should be a standalone, with an open ending, so you, viewers, could imagine what their outcome might be, I honestly think the pod will get hit and both of them will die, but that will be boring and...funny.

Someone asked me if I should turn the RealParable Au into fan fiction, i'm planning to, but due to school work, I won't be able to have enough time to make it, but luckily summer is around the corner so I think I could make it! I will probably post it on AO3, but hey, no promises, I'm sorry if this reply is late, Anonymous ^^'

Thank you guys so much for 139 followers 💛I really mean it, I appreciate you guys for supporting me this far, I feel happy whenever you guys heart or reblogged a post, it just makes my day, and I hope it makes yours too, I love when you guys comment on my post, it makes me so happy ^^

Thank you so much, you guys are my motivation to continue writing stories :)

Thank you for reading and I wish you a nice day 💛🖤💛🖤💛🖤

I want to give you guys Huggies :>

#stanley parable #tsp #tspud #the stanley parable narrator #tsp stanley #au #stanarrator #stannarrator #stanley x narrator #could be interpreted as romantic or platonic #but honestly they are too gay for that #Stanley needs therapy #also the Narrator #tsp settings person #tsp employee 432 #i'm sorry if i made them a villain #escape pod ending #gun violence #the stanley parable #i want the two to kiss #fast paced #i mean the story but it is also them #gay #plot holes #everyone needs therapy that includes YOU #one shot #i'm so sorry if the post is way too long #thank you for reading ^^ #i wish you a nice day #sign language

[rawliverandcigarettes]

wow the end of teop is an actual nightmare. I had forgotten that, this being a much more upbeat story with fun scheming and plotting and conspiracies and the likes implies than when the curtain drops, it feels pretty much like being punched in the lungs at full speed.

#halfway home #the empire of preys #halfway home is like a droning of constant misery (which is partially a direct result from what happens at the end of teop) #but teop's emotional variation means that the range of emotions is much wider and. it kind of constrasts stuff even more. #so. not to uh. spoil anything but. there's a Certain Chapter. #that kind of change the status quo *significantly* and it's. not that fun. #(it's technically not a spoiler what happens is already revealed in hh) #(it's more the mechanics and reasons of why we got to that point and whose fault is it and how to feel about it --the answer is very bad) #(but in halfway home it's kind of a factoid that pushes the plot forward) #(when you get to live it through. it's. yeah. it's another story entirely.) #(also wild thing is it's technically a *very common* kind of occurence in the mass effect universe) #(shit like this happens all of the time it's half of what frames most sidequests --especially in mass effect 1 and 2) #(but BOY oh boy will there be a need to take the gun violence/terrorism trigger warning seriously for this one)

[ameliathefatcat]

FYI the victims of Sandy Hook should have been starting their senior year this year

But they can’t they are forever stuck in the first grade due to gun violence

#sandy hook #school shootings #end gun violence #gun control #we need better gun control

[copium-overdose]

“we will” is not good enough. it isn’t a solution to say that someday children in this country will be safe.

it needs to be “we are.”

as in, “we are protecting our children.”

fuck this country and fuck our politicians. this needs to end.

#us govt #america #gun control #gun violence #fuck republicans #fuck conservatives #uvalde #texas #texas shooting #it needs to end #why is it controversial to save the lives of children

[seventh-district]

CW: mention of gun violence (in a nightmare. not IRL)

i know for a fact that my period makes me more apt to cry over things because i can have a vivid nightmare about getting randomly gunned down while waiting in line to pick up a pizza then wake up and not shed a tear but when i’m on my period i can have one (1) bad dream about my father yelling at me and i wake up and promptly begin full-on sobbing into my pillow

#cw gun mention #cw gun violence #cw nightmares #cw menstruation #cw periods #Seven.txt #Seven’s Public Diary #anyways i gave myself a headache from the crying so that’s cool #what’s ironic is that while i was laying there feeling all sad and pathetic i suddenly thought of the Reader x Moon oneshot i wrote #uhhh what was it called i can’t think straight rn #‘when i’ve got no one else’ or smthn like that #and i started crying even harder LMAO #alright it’s midnight-thirty i need to drink some water and go back to sleep #everything’s fine i’m just Stressed™️ right now and yesterday was a long and draining day #i’m almost grateful for my periods making me more emotional actually bc it’s like. easier to just cry and let it all out. y’know? #i used to despise that part of menstruation cause it made me feel weak but you know what? fuck it #maybe sometimes we need to let ourselves feel weak. maybe the inability to let ourselves be vulnerable is actually the thing to hate #being weak sometimes is important in a way #if you can’t let yourself break down sometimes you will like. explode or something. maybe not physically but. emotionally. mentally. #constantly being strong and/or dead inside will hurt you in the end. you gotta be soft and vulnerable every so often. me thinks #okay enough midnight thoughts GOODNIGHT my everything is sore and hurting so i am gonna stop talking now and go back to sleep

[thesearchforbluejello]

@staff there's no option to report this and I don't know if anyone even checks your @s because you get so many but the fact that I am getting advertisements for belligerent pro-gun pro-Jesus far-right t shirts LESS THAN A WEEK after another mass shooting that killed a bunch of children and two days after multiple schools in my area were locked down because of swatting calls is one thing, because I realize your ad service likely doesn't vet what comes through

BUT I CANNOT BLOCK THESE ADS.

THERE IS NO OPTION TO STOP THEM.

You need to fix this immediately.

#in case anyone is wondering I grew up around guns I have shot an AR-15 I am very used to seeing guns #I am not afraid of guns themselves #but I am however very afraid of people who wear t shirts like this #get this shit right the fuck away from me it is DISGUSTING #I'm not even mad it ended up coming through the ad service because automation isn't smart #but I'm extremely mad that I can't shut it off and it is ALL. OVER. my dash #every few posts I see how Christ died to save me -- I don't believe in Christ sorry go preach to someone else #and how we're 'pussies' for believing in 'political correctness' #and how the administration can't make gun control laws because they armed the Taliban #this is just in a whole other class than ball trimmers or the old lady with the sword #my coworker had to call her mom on Friday to tell her that her granddaughter (my coworker's daughter) wasn't dead because #a swatting call reported that a dozen students at the school had been shot and killed #fucking disgusting beyond any words #we need gun control legislation not disgusting far right t shirts being advertised after a bunch of little kids were murdered in cold blood #staff needs to add a report and block feature for ads immediately #cw guns #cw gun violence

[winterandwoe]

i'm so done.

im done with the senseless violence that's been happening in our college communities. amarnath was an only child, his mother and father had both passed away, who bravely came here to pursue an education in dance. he was JOGGING. JOGGING. enjoying the weather in st. louis when he was shot.

this is the impact gun violence has. people want to run around telling people gun violence should be combatted with more guns, this is the impact of your decisions. you are the reason for so many children's lives being taken away. you are the reason why people at parades are shot dead. you are the reason why people end up committing these acts, because they feel as if there's no other plausible solution. instead of combating gun violence and addressing suicides and providing proper mental health resources, your solution is to add more fuel to the fire. that will never fix things, let me tell you right now.

please talk to your legislators. support gun restrictions and regulations. endorse SENSIBLE gun mandates. it's time to make a difference.

STOP GUN VIOLENCE NOW.

#amarnath ghosh #gun violence #college #this needs to change #end gun violence now #speak out

[acowboynamedasa]

I wish a swift recovery for the 20+ victims of the shooting at Union station today. I have lived in the Kansas City area for my entire life and this is a horrible, horrible day, not only for Missourians but for all Americans. Gun violence needs to come to an end, if not for the victims today, for the victims yesterday, last week, last month, and last year. let us refuse to be the victims of tomorrow. Stand against gun violence.

#gun violence #gun control #kansas city missouri #end gun violence #I’m sorry this isn’t very fun #I felt the need to speak out

[inkskinned]

at some point it's just like. do they even fucking like the thing they're asking AI to make? "oh we'll just use AI for all the scripts" "we'll just use AI for art" "no worries AI can write this book" "oh, AI could easily design this"

like... it's so clear they've never stood in the middle of an art museum and felt like crying, looking at a piece that somehow cuts into your marrow even though the artist and you are separated by space and time. they've never looked at a poem - once, twice, three times - just because the words feel like a fired gun, something too-close, clanging behind your eyes. they've never gotten to the end of the movie and had to arrive, blinking, back into their body, laughing a little because they were holding their breath without realizing.

"oh AI can mimic style" "AI can mimic emotion" "AI can mimic you and your job is almost gone, kid."

... how do i explain to you - you can make AI that does a perfect job of imitating me. you could disseminate it through the entire world and make so much money, using my works and my ideas and my everything.

and i'd still keep writing.

i don't know there's a word for it. in high school, we become aware that the way we feel about our artform is a cliche - it's like breathing. over and over, artists all feel the same thing. "i write because i need to" and "my music is how i speak" and "i make art because it's either that or i stop existing." it is such a common experience, the violence and immediacy we mean behind it is like breathing to me - comes out like a useless understatement. it's a cliche because we all feel it, not because the experience isn't actually persistent. so many of us have this ... fluttering urgency behind our ribs.

i'm not doing it for the money. for a star on the ground in some city i've never visited. i am doing it because when i was seven i started taking notebooks with me on walks. i am doing it because in second grade i wrote a poem and stood up in front of my whole class to read it out while i shook with nerves. i am doing it because i spent high school scribbling all my feelings down. i am doing it for the 16 year old me and the 18 year old me and the today-me, how we can never put the pen down. you can take me down to a subatomic layer, eviscerate me - and never find the source of it; it is of me. when i was 19 i named this blog inkskinned because i was dramatic and lonely and it felt like the only thing that was actually permanently-true about me was that this is what is inside of me, that the words come up over everything, coat everything, bloom their little twilight arias into every nook and corner and alley

"we're gonna replace you". that is okay. you think that i am writing to fill a space. that someone said JOB OPENING: Writer Needed, and i wrote to answer. you think one raindrop replaces another, and i think they're both just falling. you think art has a place, that is simply arrives on walls when it is needed, that is only ever on demand, perfect, easily requested. you see "audience spending" and "marketability" and "multi-line merch opportunity"

and i see a kid drowning. i am writing to make her a boat. i am writing because what used to be a river raft has long become a fully-rigged ship. i am writing because you can fucking rip this out of my cold dead clammy hands and i will still come back as a ghost and i will still be penning poems about it.

it isn't even love. the word we use the most i think is "passion". devotion, obsession, necessity. my favorite little fact about the magic of artists - "abracadabra" means i create as i speak. we make because it sluices out of us. because we look down and our hands are somehow already busy. because it was the first thing we knew and it is our backbone and heartbreak and everything. because we have given up well-paying jobs and a "real life" and the approval of our parents. we create because - the cliche again. it's like breathing. we create because we must.

you create because you're greedy.

#every time someones like ''AI will replace u" im like. u will have to fucking KILL ME #there is no replacement here bc i am not filling a position. i am just writing #and the writing is what i need to be doing #writeblr #this probably doesn't make sense bc its sooo frustrating i rarely speak it the way i want to #edited for the typo wrote it and then was late to a meeting lol #i love u people who mention my typos genuinely bc i don't always catch them!!!! :) it is doing me a genuine favor!!! #my friend says i should tell you ''thank you beta editors'' but i don't know what that means #i made her promise it isn't a wolf fanfiction thing. so if it IS a wolf thing she is DEAD to me (just kidding i love her) #hey PS PS PS ??? if ur reading this thinking what it's saying is ''i am financially capable of losing this'' ur reading it wrong #i write for free. i always have. i have worked 5-7 jobs at once to make ends meet. #i did not grow up with access or money. i did not grow up with connections or like some kind of excuse #i grew up and worked my fucking ASS OFF. and i STILL!!! wrote!!! on the side!!! because i didn't know how not to!!! #i do not write for money!!!! i write because i fuckken NEED TO #i could be in the fucking desert i could be in the fuckken tundra i could be in total darkness #and i would still be writing pretentious angsty poetry about it #im not in any way saying it's a good thing. i'm not in any way implying that they're NOT tryna kill us #i'm saying. you could take away our jobs and we could go hungry and we could suffer #and from that suffering (if i know us) we'd still fuckin make art. #i would LOVE to be able to make money doing this! i never have been able to. but i don't NEED to. i will find a way to make my life work #even if it means being miserable #but i will not give up this thing. for the whole world.

[rynbutt]

safe. | spencer reid.

You were pregnant but JJ had just left the team and they needed you. You hadn't told anyone; you hadn't even told Spencer.

my masterlist!

cw: fem!reader, pregnant!reader, guns, violence, mentions of murder, mentions of drugs (antidepressants and opioids), mentions of car accident, gunshot wounds, death of pregnant woman, general criminal minds themes.

wc: 6.2k

a/n: bruh this was a looooong one! dw some banging smut coming in the next one with post-prison reid >:3

now playing... Fare Well by Hozier

This was really starting to piss you off.

You fell to your knees as bile pushed up your throat, your skin paling as you vomited for the third time today. You tried to keep something, anything, down but you would just wind up curled in on yourself and sweating in the corner of the bathroom stall. You ate a couple of crackers and sipped on water to keep your empty stomach satiated– But you always ended up right back here on the bathroom floor with your head between your knees trying to will the pain away.

Emily noticed your pale complexion and how exhausted you looked, offering to get you some medicine or ask Hotch about sitting out of the next few cases. You told her you were fine, that it was just stress. That answer seemed to satisfy her enough, though she wasn’t fully convinced. To be fair, your workload had increased tenfold since JJ was forced to accept the job at the Pentagon, and you missed her terribly but you were proud of her. But you really could have used her advice right about now.

Because you swore this baby had it out for you.

You found out you were pregnant just over a week ago and you still hadn’t told Spencer. You were still wrapping your head around the whole thing because initially, you didn’t think you were pregnant, you just thought your body was dealing with the stress and workload in, frankly, a bizarre way. Hotch had wanted you to take over doing JJ’s job as communication liaison, which were rather important shoes to fill. He had total faith in your ability to do JJ’s job as well as do your own as a profiler, but you weren’t so sure anymore. 

You would tell Spencer when you were ready and right now was not a good time. Everyone was surviving on four hours of sleep a night, far too many cups of coffee and sheer willpower. The absolute last thing they needed was to lose another team member. So you soldiered on like a champion– a champion who still held her head over the bureau’s less than impressive toilet while she threw her guts up.

“Y/N?” You didn’t even hear the bathroom door open, the ringing rattling around your skull distracting you from your surroundings. Penelope’s heels clicked against the tiles as she cautiously peered around the wall of the last stall where you kneeled on the ground. “Oh my god, sweet thing! What’s wrong?”

“I’m fine, Pen,” your voice was hoarse when you finally replied. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and tried to smooth your hair down, attempting to look at least semi-presentable before you left the bathroom to pretend everything was okay.

“No, no, my girl, you are not fine!” Penelope stood in behind you, pulling your hair out of your face as you vomited the last remnant of your soul into the toilet. “You need to talk to Hotch, you’ve got a bug or something, my dear. You shouldn’t even be at work when you’re this sick, let me talk to him for you and you just go home–”

“I’m not sick, Penelope!” You didn’t mean to shout at her, you really didn’t, you just felt awful and felt like a shell of yourself with how poorly you’d been sleeping and eating paired with all the stress of doing JJ’s job as well as your own. It was just a lot.

Penelope went quiet but stayed close to you, still holding your hair as you sat back on your heels, running your hands down your face. She let out a soft sigh, knowing you didn’t mean to shout at her. Penelope was stressed too– everyone was.

“I’m sorry, Pen,” you mumbled, your throat hurting from all the vomiting and coughing you’d managed to do today– it had to be a record honestly. 

Penelope just shook her head at you, reaching her hand out toward you, “you don’t have to apologise, sweet girl, I know you’ve got a lot on your plate.” You shook your head, you still felt bad and shouting at sweet Penelope was not the way to deal with all the emotions swirling around in your head.

“It’s not fair,” you replied as she helped you to your feet, gently guiding you over to the basin to help you clean yourself up. “You’re stressed too, I didn’t mean to yell.”

Penelope brushed some of your hair out of your face, her gaze narrowing as she watched you, waiting for you to tell her what was going on. It never came and she knew she would have to push you a little. Penelope thought it was necessary though because seeing you like this was awful and she couldn’t even imagine how Spencer would react if he knew how sick you were.

“What’s going on?” Penelope’s voice was soft; gentle, just trying to get you to talk so she could help. You were stubborn when it came to asking for help and by the time you did, you had hurt yourself more than necessary trying to solve it yourself. Not this time though– Penelope refused.

“I’m okay–” you looked at Penelope and she raised her brows at you, not accepting that answer in the slightest. You sighed, knowing this is a fight you wouldn’t win. “I’m pregnant.”

Penelope’s jaw nearly hit the floor. She knew something was up with you but pregnant? That was not on this year's bingo card. “What?? Y/N that’s–” she gauged your expression and she really couldn’t tell if you were upset or happy about being pregnant. She cut herself off before she finished her sentence, pulling her lips into a line. “Are we happy about this news or are we…?”

“We’re…” you were happy. Honestly, you were. You and Spencer had talked about having kids one day, ideally after you were married but that didn’t seem to be going to plan. You’d been with Spencer for three years, in the BAU for four, it’s not like your relationship was new or in the honeymoon phase, it just wasn’t the original plan and that scared the hell out of you. But you were happy to be carrying his child– the timing was just piss poor. “We’re happy… just scared.”

“Oh, baby,” Penelope cooed. “Of course you’re scared, it’s a huge adjustment. But I know you and I know Spencer, you guys will nail this parenting business.” Penelope managed to prove time and time again why she was your best friend. You often wondered if she knew you better than you knew yourself, which wouldn’t really surprise you given her job.

“I hope so.” You smiled softly, feeling somewhat human again after splashing water on your face and washing your hands. You knew Spencer would be a good dad, he was so good with kids and he was so gentle and patient with you. He was meant to be a dad. You just weren’t sure if you were meant to be a mother. You wanted to be a family with Spencer, it made you feel warm just thinking about it, but you were a person who worried about almost everything, even the things out of your control. What scared you was how in control you were. 

“I’m surprised Spencer hasn’t told everyone, that boy is obsessed with you and you’re making him a dad? God, it must be killing him sitting on this–” Penelope suddenly looked at you wide-eyed, connecting the dots all on her own. You winced as you watched her figure it out, gritting your teeth as she let out a soft gasp. “You haven’t told him?!”

You covered your face with your hands, letting out a muffled squeal of frustration into your palms. You would tell him eventually, just not right now, he was far too busy and was already stressing about his own workload, you couldn’t imagine how much more stressed he would be if he found out you were still in the field while pregnant.

“Pen, please,” you turned to her, “please keep this to yourself. I– We can’t deal with this right now. JJ’s gone and everyone is worked to the bone, I can’t do this to everyone right now, especially Spencer.” Penelope looked at you sympathetically, you knew you were asking a lot of her to keep it to herself, especially when Penelope wasn’t great at keeping secrets.

“Y/N, sweetie, you’re going to have to tell them eventually– You’re an FBI Agent. Being in the field is so dangerous and you don’t just have yourself to think about anymore.” You knew Penelope was right. You carried a gun around for Christ’s sake, you literally hunted down serial killers, active shooters, total psychopaths and everything in between. The field was no place for a pregnant woman. 

“I know, I know,” you sighed, resting both of your hands on the basin in front of you.

“...How far along are you?”

“Twelve weeks,” you said softly, resting your hand against your belly. You didn’t have much of a bump yet but you were sure it would sneak up on you before you even realised. Lucky for you, you wore a lot of baggy sweaters around the office so you had some wriggle room when it came to hiding it.

“...My money’s on a girl,” Penelope was trying to make you feel better. She really was helping because the idea of Spencer hosting tea parties, getting covered in kitten stickers and his hair being covered in tiny butterfly clips made your heart swell.

You let out a soft laugh, “I think so too.”

“Alright, my love, I think we should leave this bathroom before they send out a search party,” Penelope laughed, linking her arm with yours to guide you out of the bathroom. 

You honestly did feel better after talking to Penelope and throwing the rest of your guts up. She made sure to remind you about ten times to call her if you needed anything, you promised you would because it did make you feel better knowing that someone knew about your pregnancy and you didn’t have to bear the weight of the news alone.

You sat down at your desk with a sigh, sipping on your water bottle to soothe your raw throat. You popped a piece of gum in your mouth, willing the taste of bile away. You let out a huff of air as you stared down at all the paperwork you had to do. Doing JJ’s job proved to be intense, especially when you were doing your own work on top of her’s. You picked up your pen when you felt Spencer press a kiss to the crown of your head as he placed a mug of hot coffee on your desk in front of you.

You smiled, craning your neck to look up at him. Spencer took the opportunity to kiss you softly, one of his hands resting on the side of your desk while the other rested on the back of your chair. You smiled against his lips, “shouldn’t you be working?” You teased.

“Are you trying to get me to go away?” Spencer looked at you curiously. You rolled your eyes playfully because of course you didn’t want him to go away. If anything, you wanted him to pick you up and take you home right this second.

“Yes, Spencer,” you replied sarcastically, “I’m trying to get you to go away.” Spencer wasn’t great with sarcasm but he had come to understand your humour over the years. He just grinned and pressed another kiss to your lips.

“Sarcasm is rooted in truth, angel,” Spencer retorted with a gentle smile. 

“I am joking, but we both have a lot of work to do, Spence. I don’t know how I’m going to manage doing JJ’s job as well as my own,” you sighed, leaning back in your chair.

“There’s a reason Hotch wanted you to do it. I don’t think he could have picked anyone more capable,” Spencer replied. Maybe it was the hormones and the fact you were carrying a baby, but the comment made you want to cry. Spencer frowned as he watched your face fall, “what’s wrong, angel?”

“No, nothing,” You replied, sniffling quietly. You gave him a genuine smile, “I’m fine, Spence. I promise–”

“New case just came in,” Morgan called to the two of you, gesturing toward the meeting room at the back of the office with a manila folder in his hand. 

You looked at Morgan with a confused expression because now it was your job to decide what cases the team took after JJ’s departure. Morgan told you the case went straight to Hotch this time; an old friend had called in a favour. 

Spencer pulled a chair out for you, taking the seat right beside you in the meeting room. You opened the case file the moment Penelope dropped it in front of you.

“The victims are 20-year-old Evan Miller and 21-year-old Daniel Clark, both engineering students at Caltech. They were shot three days apart outside their family homes in the local area of Pasadena, California.” You followed along with Penelope as she gave a run down of the victims and the circumstances of their deaths.

The killings were straightforward, the UnSub didn’t try to dispose of the bodies and the men were simply shot in the head execution style. It didn’t seem like the doings of a serial killer who would usually seek some kind of sexual release from torturing and killing their victims. If anything, it seemed like revenge killings.

“They were just shot?” Emily questioned, eyebrows furrowed as she stared at the crime scene photos. 

“Once in the head,” Hotch replied, “there were no witnesses around which suggests the UnSub knew the routine of the victims and the neighbourhood.”

“Could be a stalker?” Penelope suggested.

“Stalker victims are usually the object of a stalker’s affection, they rarely act in violence let alone such a blunt killing,” You replied, confused by the nature of such a straightforward murder.

Spencer flicked through the victim’s files, “the single shot to the head suggests the UnSub just wanted them dead. No physical evidence of sexual release or torture… This could be some kind of revenge killing.”

“Did these victims know each other?” You asked.

“According to their parents, they came from the same friend group,” Penelope replied. 

“Wheels up in thirty. Garcia, you're coming with us. Get your go bag,” Hotch said, quickly standing up from his chair. Penelope made a small noise of surprise before quickly ushering out of the meeting room. Hotch didn’t usually have Penelope come along but given you were short a very valuable member of your team, Penelope had started coming along more often. Not that you would ever complain having Penelope around. 

You pinned up the last of the crime scene photos on the board, standing back with your hands on your hips. Spencer was writing on the whiteboard next to you, jotting down all the things you knew about the victims and possible motives of the UnSub. Hotch and Morgan were engaging in formalities with the local detectives on the case while Penelope got herself settled in the makeshift office they had set up for the team. 

“The parents of the victims are here,” Emily poked her head into the office. “Y/N, Hotch wants you to talk to Ben and Sarah Miller, I’ve got the Clarks.”

“Alright, I got it,” you replied, letting out a dejected sigh. 

“You okay?” Spencer gently tucked some of your hair behind your ear, turning his full attention to you. You let out another sigh, nodding your head tiredly. “You can do this,” he said quietly, his eyes shifting between yours.

“Yeah, I know,” you smiled softly. Spencer planted a soft kiss on your cheek before leaving the office, leaving Spencer and Penelope alone. 

“...I think she needs a break,” Penelope said after a beat. 

Spencer looked at her, eyebrows furrowed, “what makes you say that?”

Penelope tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, “she’s doing JJ’s job and her own. I mean, I think she’s the right girl for the job but… you know what she’s like.”

Spencer sighed, he knew exactly what you were like. You always held yourself and your work to such a high standard and you often overworked yourself to make everyone happy. “Yeah, I know. I’ll talk to her when we get back to the hotel.”

“I think that’s a great idea, lover boy,” Penelope grinned.

You opened the office door, files in hand. Mr and Mrs Miller immediately stood up as you entered and you gave them a sympathetic smile. Mrs Miller had clearly been crying, still clutching a tissue in her hand while her husband paced around the office.

“Please, have a seat, Mr Miller,” you said gently.

“I’ll stand,” he replied firmly. You decided not to argue and sat down on the chair opposite the couch where Mrs Miller sat.

“Mrs Miller, I’m Agent L/N, I’m with the Behavioural Analysis Unit in the FBI–”

“FBI?” She questioned. “Was Evan in trouble?”

“We suspect he and his friend Daniel were killed by the same person,” you explained. Mrs Miller let out a soft gasp, her hand coming to rest over her mouth. 

“Is it alright if I ask you a few questions about Evan?” You asked. Sarah didn’t say anything but she nodded her head, fresh tears forming in her eyes. “Daniel and Evan knew each other, right?”

“They went to high school together,” Sarah replied, her voice shaking. “They were so excited when they both got into Caltech,” she smiled sadly, fresh tears streaming down her face.

“Do you have any idea who killed our son?” Ben asked, his voice sounding angry.

“That’s what we’re here for,” you said, “we’re here to find who killed your son and why–”

“‘Why”?” Ben repeated, “he was just a kid.”

You sighed softly, “I understand that, sir. We’re just trying to figure out a possible connection.”

“Evan and Daniel were good kids. They would never hurt a fly,” Sarah frowned, sniffling softly as she began crying again. 

“Did Daniel and Evan hang around the same social groups?” You asked, turning your attention to Mr Miller, who was still pacing around the office with his arms crossed. “Maybe in some kind of extracurricular activities?”

“They were both on the college basketball team,” Ben said after a beat. “Why? You think this asshole is going to kill more of these kids?”

“I am just trying to get an idea of the social groups Evan and Daniel were a part of,” you didn’t want to get into the gory details of why you were asking such questions and decided they were both far too emotional for you to keep asking them questions; you would let Hotch handle it. “I need to speak with my team but I’ll be right outside if you need anything.” You rested a hand on Mrs Miller’s shoulder and you couldn’t shake how much you missed JJ doing this part.

You let out a sigh as you left the office, rubbing the tension in the back of your neck. You slowly walked over to Hotch, “Evan was on the Caltech Basketball team, he and Daniel went to high school together and Evan’s parents were adamant he was a good kid. I think he was a good kid, just got involved with the wrong people.”

Hotch let out a breath, “I want you and Prentiss to go to the school, talk to the faculty, basketball team coach, anything you can get.”

You nodded, gesturing to Emily on the other side of the bullpen. She firmly nodded at you and the two of you left for the school.

The team worked the case for two days before another body showed up. Everyone was starting early and finishing late to find the person who was doing this and you worked closely with the detectives and other officers on the case. Hotch gave the profile as soon as the team was certain but given the demographic of the suburban areas he was targeting these boys, it was rather unremarkable. The third body belonged to 21-year-old Oliver Marsh, another Caltech student studying Physics. He was shot once in the head while walking his dog no further than a block from his house. 

You stood in the middle of Oliver’s bedroom staring at the posters and certificates that littered his walls. Spencer rifled through papers on his desk, mostly finding papers related to physics journals and essays for school. Emily and David were downstairs talking to the parents while Hotch and Morgan went to see the crime scene.

You walked over to his bedside table pulling it open. There were a lot of birthday cards and a game boy but what caught your attention was the little clear yellow bottles with white caps. You lifted the first bottle out, reading the label–

“Oliver was taking Oxycodone,” you said softly, catching Spencer’s attention. “...And Escitalopram,” you spun on your heel, showing Spencer the two bottles. Spencer took the bottles from your hands, eyebrows furrowed as he carefully read the labels. “Chronic pain?” you suggested.

“Could be,” Spencer replied. “He could have been taking non-steroidal anti-inflammatories too, they’re typically over the counter.”

You rifled through the drawer again, pulling out a blue box, “Yeah, he was taking Ibuprofen too.”

“We should talk to the parents,” Spencer said. You nodded and the two of you ushered down the stairs to where his parents sat in the living room with David and Emily. “Was Oliver suffering from chronic pain?” Spencer quickly questioned before he even fully made it into the living room.

Oliver’s mother held a tissue to her nose, glancing at Emily with a confused expression. You put your hand on Spencer’s bicep, “Has Oliver injured himself recently? Maybe a fall or injury while playing sports?”

Oliver’s father shook his head, “No, not recently. He’s been on those antidepressants for a few years and takes the codeine when he has– had flare-ups.”

“Flare-ups?” David asked pointedly.

“He was in a car accident four years ago,” Mrs Marsh said, “He was in the passenger seat and was in a coma for two weeks… he hadn’t really been the same after that, got really sad and antisocial… he was in a lot of pain too.”

“He had to stop playing Football and running track, his body just couldn’t keep up,” Mr Marsh added, his eyes glazing over. “He lost a lot of friends, I don’t think I ever saw him hang out with anyone, Physics became everything to him.”

“Do you have evidence of his medical records anywhere?” Spencer asked. “Just so I can look them over.”

“Uh, yeah, of course,” Mrs Marsh stood up, Spencer following her to their home office on the other side of the house.

You sat down across from Mr Marsh, “The accident he was in,” you started, “what happened?”

He looked at you with a pain in his eyes, “He was in the car with some of his friends and they were driving home from a party and it was late. I think they were all…” he hesitated for a moment, “they were all drunk.”

“Who was in the car?” Emily asked, not liking where this was going.

“...Evan Miller and Daniel Clark,” his father began to cry, holding his hand over his mouth. You felt your eyes widen, this was a revenge killing.

“Who was driving, Mr Marsh?” David asked quickly.

“Um, god–” He sniffled softly, “Peter… Peter something, he was older than them, I really don’t remember.”

“Thank you, Mr Marsh,” You stood up, quickly moving to the front door to call Penelope. You pulled out your phone, dialling her number. She picked up after the first ring.

“How may I be of service, oh queen of my country?” she sang, her fingers typing furiously against her keyboard. 

“I need you to look into an accident for me, four years ago,” you said with your hand on your hip. “Oliver Marsh, Daniel Clark and Evan Miller were all in the accident too. See if you can find newspaper articles, news segments, anything– I think we know who the last target is.”

“Right, give me a moment,” Penelope replied. You heard her typing before she stopped, “Oh no…” she mumbled softly.

“What’s wrong, Pen?” You furrowed your brows.

“Peter Harvey,” Penelope sighed, “he’s the last boy… He was driving with three other high school boys; Oliver, Daniel and Evan when they struck an oncoming car and killed a pregnant woman on impact; her husband walked away without a scratch.”

“Shit.” You cursed, “What’s his name?”

“Jonathan Hughes, his wife was Katherine… she was 8 months pregnant, Y/N.” Penelope sounded so pained and you knew she was thinking of you and the small baby you were carrying. “Y/N…”

“I know, Pen… After this case wraps up… I’ll tell everyone,” you replied with a gentle sigh.

“And you’ll take time off?” Penelope sounded like she was lecturing you.

You smiled to yourself, “Yeah, Penelope. I’ll take some time off.”

“Okay… I’ll send Hotch and Morgan Jonathan’s last known address, I’m sending you Peter Harvey’s address–”

Your phone beeped as Penelope sent the address through. “Where would I be without you, Pen?”

“Nowhere good, my love,” you could hear the smile in her voice. You quickly hung up before walking back into the Marsh’s house. 

Emily and David turned to look at you, “We’ve got him.”

“Alright, you guys go, I’ll grab Reid and we’ll be right behind you,” David waved you off and Emily quickly ushered the two of you to the car. 

Emily was speeding toward the address Penelope had given you while you called Hotch and Morgan, filling them in on all the information Penelope had given you. They agreed to go to Jonathan’s address to hopefully intersect him before he left for Peter Harvey. You were always nervous when it came to these parts of the case because you couldn’t control the outcome no matter how hard you tried. A grieving man was going around killing these young men and while it was awful what he was doing; you could sympathise with him and the pain he was feeling over losing his wife and unborn child. 

You instinctively rested a hand over your belly, your thumb stroking the small curve. You couldn’t even imagine how much pain Spencer would be in if he lost you, let alone your child too. You would tell him and you would ask Hotch about taking some time off later in your pregnancy and sitting out of cases like this. 

“Shit he’s already here,” Emily cursed when she noticed Jonathan’s SUV parked a couple of blocks from Peter’s address. “Call Hotch.”

You dialled Hotch’s number and he picked up almost instantly, “What is it, L/N?”

“He’s already here, his SUV is parked a couple blocks down from Peter’s address. He’s already out looking for him,” You quickly said.

“We’re on our way, units are already on route,” he hung up after that. 

Emily pulled the car up on the gutter, the car skidding to a stop. You immediately pushed the door open, holding your gun by your thigh as you ran across the lawn to Peter Harvey’s house. You knocked on the door and a woman answered after a beat.

“Mrs Harvey?” You asked, panting softly.

“Yes?”

“Is your son Peter here?”

“No, he went to the store down the street an hour ago, he should be back soon… What is this about?” She asked, her hand gripping the door in concern.

“We believe someone dangerous may be looking for your son,” Emily said. Mrs Harvey rested her hand over her mouth, a soft gasp leaving her lips.

“Mom?�� You spun around and Peter stood with a plastic bag of groceries in his hand in the middle of the lawn.

It all happened almost in slow motion. You saw a figure wearing dark clothes stalking across the lawn and without even thinking, you darted toward Peter as the UnSub pulled the gun out of his coat, aiming it straight at Peter’s head. You could hear Emily yelling at Mrs Harvey to go back inside before she pulled out her gun and aimed it at the UnSub; but it was too late.

You shoved Peter to the ground as he fired, feeling the shot burn through your shoulder as both you and Peter fell to the ground. You instinctively pressed a hand to your burning shoulder, warm blood oozing from the wound and through your fingers. 

“Jonathan Hughes?” You said, your breathing heavy as you tried to fight through the pain. He held his gun right in front of your face.

“Move,” he grunted, his eyes glassy.

“I know what happened to your wife,” you breathed trying to stall him as more police cars with blaring sirens pulled into the street.

“They killed her,” tears streamed down his face and you honestly felt bad for him. 

“It was an accident,” you replied softly.

“They were drunk,” he almost yelled, his hand shaking as his gun was still trained on you.

“I know,” you said, “It was a stupid mistake that haunted them, Jonathan. I know it doesn’t change what happened but these boys–”

“They’re monsters!” he shouted, hot tears streaming down his cheeks.

You saw David and Spencer get out of the car. Spencer’s heart was in his throat when he saw you kneeled on the ground, shielding Peter with your body while your hand and shirt were covered in your own blood. He didn’t even pick up his gun as he began stalking toward you.

“Y/N?” His voice was soft when he called you at first, then it turned to outright concern and anger, “Y/N? No, no!”

David grabbed Spencer’s arm, pulling him back as Spencer fought against him, trying to get to you. It was irrational and it was dangerous. David quickly picked up his walkie, “An agent has been shot, we need an ambulance.”

“Who was shot?!” Penelope’s voice rang out in the car as she spoke to Morgan and Hotch.

“I repeat, agent L/N is shot, we need an ambulance,” David spoke before putting his walkie away to hold Spencer back, pulling him to the ground.

“Morgan! Oh my god!” Penelope felt tears form in her eyes.

“It’s okay, babygirl, she’s going to be alright,” Morgan said, trying to reassure her as Hotch stepped on the accelerator. 

“No, Morgan, you don’t understand–”

“We’re going to get an ambulance–”

“She’s pregnant!” Penelope blurted out, not knowing what else to say for them to understand the gravity of why Penelope was so upset and concerned. 

Hotch hesitated for a moment, “She’s what?”

Penelope let out a shaky breath, “she’s twelve weeks pregnant, Hotch. She wasn’t going to tell anyone until after the case– and now she’s been shot.” Penelope began to cry, holding her hand over her mouth as tears slipped from her eyes.

Hotch hadn’t sped that fast since he found out Foyet was in his house. He cared about his team a lot and he had a soft spot for you even though he wouldn’t admit it. The tires skidded along the road as Hotch pulled on the handbrake, both him and Morgan training their guns on the UnSub as they approached.

Morgan’s heart hurt at the sight of you, your skin slightly paled as blood bloomed from your shoulder, drenching your arm and your hands. You looked so scared as the UnSub trained his gun on you, unmoving. Emily had her gun aimed at the UnSub, yelling for him to put it down.

“Jonathan Hughes!” Morgan’s voice caught your attention. “Put down the gun!”

“Don’t move!” Jonathan shouted, “I’ll shoot her!”

“No you won’t, man,” Morgan shook his head.

“How do you know that!? She’s in my way!” He shouted back.

“She’s pregnant,” Morgan sighed. Your eyes widened as you looked at Morgan, who looked back at you with a sad expression. 

Spencer stopped fighting against David, his breathing evening out as the words fell on his ears. You were pregnant. You were carrying his baby and you got shot and now you had a gun held up in front of your face. Spencer didn’t even realise he was crying, his tears cold against his warm skin. All he could do was watch, there was nothing he could do.

Jonathan glanced at you as you held your hand over your belly. “W-What?”

Morgan reached a hand out as he got closer. “Just like your wife, Jonathan… You wouldn’t kill a pregnant woman like those boys did.” 

Jonathan seemed to dissociate, staring at you with such a hurt expression as Morgan leapt forward, grabbing the gun from Jonathan’s hands and tossing it across the grass. He pushed Jonathan to the ground, pinning his hands behind his back. You let out a breath as you felt yourself grow tired. Emily caught you before you fell the rest of the way to the ground, holding you close to her body as she screamed for a medic. 

“You’re okay, you’re okay,” Emily gently rocked you, “you’re going to be fine.”

“I’m sorry,” you muttered, tears running down your cheeks.

Your eyes were heavy as you attempted to pry them open.

You let out a shaky breath as you finally pulled your eyes open, the smell of disinfectant hit you first, followed by the sounds of beeping. You were in the hospital. You glanced down at your arm, an IV stuck in your arm while a pulse oximeter was clipped to your finger. Despite the fact the doctor had prescribed pain medication, you still felt like shit and your shoulder was killing you.

A soft noise caught your attention and you glanced at the chair next to your bed, Spencer sound asleep in a chair with a hospital blanket draped over him. You smiled softly as you saw the flowers, balloons and plushies littered around your room, most likely a courtesy of Penelope.

“She’s awake,” Morgan smiled, standing in the doorway. 

You grinned at him, “Hi, Derek.”

Morgan slowly walked over to your bed. “Feeling okay, pretty girl?” Morgan gently grabbed your hand, giving it a soft squeeze.

“I’m okay,” you replied. You almost didn’t want to ask but you knew you had to, “...is the baby okay?”

“Your baby is fine,” Morgan replied with a soft smile. You let out a breath of relief as you placed a hand over your tummy protectively. “...You scared the life out of everyone though.”

“I know,” you sighed.

“Especially your lover boy,” Morgan said, “he hasn’t left your side.”

“Sounds like my Spencer,” you laughed softly. 

“Y/N?” Spencer’s voice was laced with sleep as he opened his eyes. He quickly got up, ditching the blanket on the floor to tend to you.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Morgan quickly said before leaving the room.

Spencer’s warm hands cupped your face as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I thought I lost you, Y/N.” He let out a breath, pulling away to stare at your face and stroke your cheeks with his thumbs. You reached a hand up to grip his forearm.

“I’m sorry–”

“You don’t need to–”

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.” Tears formed in your eyes as you stared up at him, searching for any kind of anger or resentment. There wasn’t any, he could never be mad at you.

“I wouldn’t have let you come on the case,” he replied after a beat. “I wouldn’t have let you leave the house.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you… I knew you would be protective– more protective,” you corrected with a soft smile. 

“I’m aware,” Spencer pulled his lips into a tight smile. “You know the odds of… complications are higher in the first trimester, angel. You should have told me,” he frowned.

“I know, Spence,” you sighed. “I just wanted to make sure I was in the clear before I told you… I understand being shot isn’t necessarily helping with that but–”

“I understand,” he replied. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

You stared at him for a moment, “are you happy?”

“Happy?”

“That I’m pregnant? I know we’re not married and our jobs are crazy but–”

Spencer cut you off by pressing a kiss to your lips, he pulled away slightly, “I’ve never been more happy,” he whispered.

You beamed with happiness, a bright smile tugging on your lips. Spencer hesitantly pressed a hand to your belly, his thumb stroking your tiny bump.

“Penelope thinks it’s a girl,” you muttered.

“...What do you think?” He asked curiously.

“I think she might be right,” you giggled softly.

“You know you can’t actually tell yet,” Spencer said and you rolled your eyes playfully.

“You asked what I thought!” you retorted.

He laughed softly, “Yes, you’re right, you’re right.”

“Mmm, did that taste like poison to admit?”

“Are gunshot victims supposed to be this mouthy?”

a/n: phew! i hope you guys liked it <3 i know i disappeared for a hot minute but here she is!!!

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