If I went to write stuff again who would request?
me: i have no fears
chris hemsworth: lol avengers 4 is worse than infinity war :)
me: i have one (1) fear
I hope you have a great day
Thank you.
IT CHAPTER 2
Pennywise: aaaa the old sewer trick, never gets old
*tumblr walks by and sees pennywise*
Pennywise: hiya! Wanna balloon 🎈
Tumblr: oh yes clown daddy 😫😫👌🏼♥️♥️💋💋🤡🤡
Pennywise:
Sexting? Nah. I’m into spexting. Spooky texting. Ever seen a ghost? Hmu.
“Dad’s on a hunting trip…and he hasn’t been home in a few days,”
Law and Order: SVU Olivia Benson: U have to testify Fin Tutuola: I came from narcotics Amanda Rollins: Back in Atlanta… Elliot Stabler: I hate pedophiles John Munch: The government has been keeping tabs Captain Cragen: Liv, Elliot, my office. Now. Melinda Warner: blunt force trauma to the head Rafael Barba: Not enough evidence Nick Amaro: Hola Victim: Im not testifying
Tag a quality blog, You’re it! Quality doesn’t means that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how many followers you have. Send this to 15 blogs who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them ♡♡♡
i love you
This boy is a true blessing
i love this song, i love this boy
Reblog with an inside joke you have with your friends.
“Yes, Captain America has LEGS!”
You’re telling me, a man in a luigi mask
tuck in baby
“knives are friends, no not food, knife knife knife knife knife….. oh, hey Mr. Sampson.”
Listen up tiny dick and Aeropostale bitch
skididily-doo-da the FUCK on outta here the friggity-frack r ya doin boi? *random series of screeches and yelling* also, one of us will make a weird face and al would take out his camera, zoom in on us, take a picture, then put it in black and white. from what i hear he plans on making a collage of all that.
Hello. I am the big clown man.
YOU DON’T KNOW HOW I FEEL. MY FEET. THEY’RE LIKE ICE.
I have to eat my cereal before it gets cold! TAKE U SHOWER.
You stole not one, not two, but THREE!! Of my hummus @magicalb0ys
is gary a twink or twunk how come we only serve tarts hiking
“yuki get out of the FUCKING garden i sWEAR TO G O D”
Greenscreen.
-yeet *dabs* -danDELIONS -The more friends you have the more knives you have -Nooning -noot noot -etc
-Wicca wicca woo -awoooooOOOOoo (that’s a whale noise lol) -beep beep hang -beep beep lettuce -Ew don’t breathe on me you’ll make me gAY -HA! GAAAAAYYY -Don’t bite your putty this time, Iya -Don’t bE G aY
ITS YA BOI LOGAN OPREA LOOKANN WHY ANXIE-TEA
ITS YA MOM LOOKAN!
FIGS
LEGGINS
LOGAN YOU’RE GROUNDED
MOOOOOOOOOOOOM
hhHhhhhHHHH hhHHhh MmmMMMMMmmmMMM
What’s that Lagic? Tiomas is stuck in a well? @prinxietyhell
PFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTT this is honestly one of my favorite jokes you guys don’t even know,
“YOU KNOW MY NAME NOT MY GENITALS”
@snkosm HAKUNA MATATAS
“don’t sit here, you’ll catch it”
*yells “Tom Cruise!” at random times*
“It’s a cold and it’s a broken… waluigi.”
“WONGS”
“I’m gay, you’re gay, he’s gay, they’re gay, WE ARE ALL GAY”
“Hello my name is, *head tilt* Jessica” “WHY ARE YOU RUNNING?!” “Destruction”
*Dramatically pulls flannel open* fabulous
“It was sooo longgg…. soLON” “No bitch Liam is better than Vida” @fireflies-in-the-sky collarbones
ahhhhhhhh yas
Fred Squaddies its time to hero up Is he skiing? Or is he in a *wild screeching* Slendersheep
Eggs with eggsauce - Lemme smash - gomEN TSUKKIIIIIIIIIII *screeches* - Dude I swear I will stab you in the eye - Nyoom there he goes - He doing a jump! - some….BODY ONCE TOLD ME - Sausage hoe - IwaiZOOMi Hajime - @psychoticfoodaddict you should add some of ours~
“DON’T TOUCH MY MEDALS!”
Every time I tie dye I die
Hey wanna abracadabra?
“I pecan’t do this..”
“YES YOU PECAN!!!!!”
“STOP YOU’RE KILLING THE FISHES!”
PHILIP, YIU CANNIBAL @usuallester
*lays down on floor*
“give me a minute”
“he’s daddy as fuck”
“he’s your stalker”
“DID YA MISS ME?”
and the hottest dad in town award goes to
why the hell is billy loomis still alive
The Proposal Part 7
(HAPPY 37TH BIRTHDAY TO THE GUBE OMG I LOVE HIM AND THANK GOD FOR HIM AND CRIMINAL MINDS EVERYDAY. I was rushing to post this so it might be terrible)
Contains: Angst
(only 2 more parts- technically 1 if you don’t count the epilogue)
@sonnyalice: SPENCER WHAT THE HELL CASH ME THE FUCK OUTSIDE HOWBOW DAT
Anonymous: I AM SHOOK ABOUT PT 6 PLEASE RESOLVE THIS IM YELLING
Anonymous: Holy heck! Spencer no!!!! Gosh we need part 7 of the proposal asap!
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Awkward was one way to put your relationship with Spencer. Other words to fill that category was weird, lonely and depressing. You longed for him to just talked to you or…something.
Spencer was barely acknowledging your presence, and you were lucky that he was even sticking around. Why? You weren’t really sure. Maybe he was still guilty about your father.
It seemed his presence was hurting you more then helping you. Your heart ached every time he walked past you, heart still fluttering whenever he accidentally touched you. At least at work he was behind the doors and you could serve without worrying that you were going to bump into him.
Your lovesick disease only seemed to get worse when Spencer announced he was going to be spending nights with /her/ and sneaking in early in case your mother came back around. Apparently you repulsed him to the core so much that he couldn’t even sleep in the same area as you.
At the moment, you were staring out the window of the living room, hating yourself. More so for the fact that you looked like Bella Swan from the second twilight movie. Well, it was a close second.
“Why are you moping about? Haven’t you heard I’m back?” A familiar voice made you jump, wrapping your arms around your sister’s frame. “That’s more like it Y/n!” She laughed, her arms sliding around to meet your back.
“I totally forgot that you were coming back this week! I’ve just had so much on my mind lately!” You tried explaining.
“I bet! Wedding aren’t easy to plan you know! Take it from me, I just had one… So, how are you and your fiancée?” She made her way through the house, seeming to inspect it for something.
“Uh, yeah, about that…” You started, trying to figure out how to tell her about everything without seeming like a jerk that was lying to your father and stealing your sisters spotlight.
“Let’s not talk about this in here, c'mon, let’s do something fun….like shopping, or drinking.” She waggled her brows, shooing you to grab your purse. You forgot how eccentric your sister was. You weren’t sure how much you missed that certain feature.
After what your sister like to call “Treat yourself- bride edition”, she made you wear one of the outfits out of the store and wear it out. You had no idea what game she was trying to play, but you knew she was up to something. Especially when she brought you to a bar. Sure, she enjoyed a glass of wine every now and then but had said multiple times that he was not an avid enthusiast for bars. More so now then ever because she was married and guys would be trying to hit on her all night.
“Alright, answer some of my questions. How is Spencer? How are you?” She asked when the both of you were situated with your drinks. You spun your stirrer straw slowly, stumbling around on trying to form a sentence.
“Do you remember Mattie Noel?” You asked, and she nodded, eyes squinting with suspicion. “She's…tried latching her hooks onto him.” You put it out there as best as you could, watching as she moved her hand in a dismissive way. “Spencer only has eyes for you, trust me. Don’t worry about that bitch.” You almost laughed at how ironic that sentence was, taking a large gulp of your drink. After some more minutes of conversation, someone’s phone started to ring loudly.
“Oh shoot, I think that’s me.” Your sister set her drink down, digging through her purse, stopping and wincing. “Y/n, I think I left my phone at your house when I came to pick you up!” Your sister slapped her face, zipping back up her purse. “What if it’s (h/h/n)? It’s it okay if we head back to the guest house?”
“Oh yeah, of course.” You placed done your drink, standing up and pretending to dust yourself off. You weren’t really feeling the scene anyways, bars never really being your thing.
The drive was filled with your sister filling you in on her honeymoon, literally, /everything// about her honeymoon, talking about future plans and trying to ask about you and Spencer. You tried avoiding most of the questions, and it seemed to work.
“Alright, let’s go.” You stated once you pulled up to the driveway in front of the guest house. You thought you saw a light turn off and you shook your head, thinking you must be finally losing it.
“Um. I’m not exactly sure where you left it but feel free to- AH!” You fell back into the wall as you opened the door and flipped the light switch only to be met with about 15 pairs of eyes. “What the- W-what the…” Your own orbs were wide and brows furrowed. Your sister laughed, patting your shoulder reassuringly.
“Surprise! It’s your bridal shower!” She bounced excitedly, leading you over to a chair. You started to recognize your friends from back home, your mother, your sister and a few friends from the restaurant.
“This really wasn’t necessary…” You mumbled, stumbling a bit. “Really. I don’t deserve your gifts.” You waved your friends off, cheeks pinking. If they only knew how much you really didn’t deserve this.
“Here, open mine first!” Your sister thrusted a bright pink box into your lap, and you almost rolled your eyes at the obnoxious color but opened it nonetheless. Through the hours, you opened all the gifts (some more appropriate then others), drank some wine, and failed to notice your mother’s quietness.
“There’s still one more gift! It’s from mom!” Your sister cried, bringing out the last wrapped box. Your mother’s face seemed to pale and she opened her mouth to say something when your sister interrupted her. “I saw it hidden in the closet and figured you must have forgot about where you put it. It was no problem really. Now, c'mon y/n, open it up.”
After taking off the bright paper and the Macy’s box that your mother used for every holiday box, you were met with a book, a picture of Spencer on one knee at your sister’s wedding, when you forced him to propose to you on the top. “What’s this?” You softly asked, fingers rubbing Spencer’s frame over the plastic covering.
“It’s not that big of a deal, I was just digging through the basement and some old pictures came up. Add those with the ones I’ve been taking of the two of you and….” Her sentence faded out as you started flipping through the pages.
Pictures of you and Spencer as toddlers, chubby limbs wrapped up in each other. As little kids, reading or “cooking”. Spencer trying to teach you how to play chess when you were 12, always losing because you believed the pawns were more important then any other piece. Rare visits to Caltech when you were both 14, both awkward and gangly. Pictures of you at Spencer’s graduation and vice-versa. The pictures didn’t pick back up until the wedding, a few candid shots, pictures of you both working at the restaurant and sitting on the couch when you were watching Star Wars. Lastly, the proposal once more, zoomed in on both your faces. Even though you had just shoved him on the ground exactly 2 seconds earlier, Spencer looked focused, and your fake smile looked genuine.
“I cant do this anymore.” You whispered, shocking yourself when a tear landed on the scrapbook page. “I’m so sorry. You guys…” You got up, rushing out of the room, the cold air kissing your face once you escaped through the front door.
“Hon! Honey! Come back!” Your mother called after you, following you outside. “Y/n, baby, I know.” You looked up at her, tears pricking the edge of your eyes.
“You know? You know that this whole thing was fake?” You asked, throwing up your arms in the air. If your mother could see it, then everyone else probably knew too. God, this whole thing was so stupid. Why did the idea even pop into her head?
“I saw him making out with another girl while I was trying to book a wedding venue.” Your mom explained, hand coming up to cup your cheek. Your own hand came to pinch the bridge of your nose.
“No mom, I have to be honest with you, this whole marriage was a sham. I forced Spencer to propose to me.” She stepped back, head cocking to the side and brows raising. “Dad said he wished he could have two daughters married….” You explained, and your mother seemed to understand.
“Darling, he didn’t mean it in this way..” She engulfed you in a hug, kissing the top of your head. “You’re still in love with him aren’t you? You have been since before you knew what love was.” She asked and you nodded, cries beginning, thankful that they were slightly muffled.
“It’s okay honey, let it all out.”
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(3rd Person POV)
Overtime, your comments really started to bug Spencer. Your tone, your bitter words, kept repeating in his mind and for the millionth time he wished that he didn’t have an eidetic memory. He couldn’t believe you had spoken to him that way. You had never expressed that type of rage before.
He had known you for practically his entire life and you had never steered him wrong, always being the person to try and draw him out of his shell. Always his defender, his best friend until you two had started drifting apart after you graduated and he joined the FBI. Even then, you would try to call once every month, trying to keep updated with him, his life, job, mother, etc.
Spencer usually had a good intuition about people, and Mattie seemed lovely enough, so why would Y/n tell him all those awful things about the woman he had start to care for?
“You know, Y/n told me that you used to know each other in high school. What was that like? Were you guys friends?” He tried to subtly press the subject. Mattie laughed, taking a sip of her drink and leaning her head on her hand, eyes slightly glossing over in a nostalgic manner.
“Well, I used to pick on her.” She shrugged, taking a bite of her food like what she had just said was nothing. “I mean, she deserved right?” Spencer was in the middle of picking up his glass to take a sip when he stopped at her remark.
“What do you mean by that?” Mattie seemed confused that she was even asked a question like that but out of the corner of her mind, she remembered that someone like him didn’t attend their high school.
“She was like a blister, ugly to look at, you know. She always had to let everyone know how she was smarter then everyone else. She didn’t let me cheat or anything and… well, just annoying really. She hasn’t changed much since high school.” Spencer seemed to stare at her for what felt like an eternity.
“Are you serious?”
“Yeah.” Mattie’s brows raised. “I mean, you’ve known her for a little while right? Isn’t she just…annoying? I mean, she asked you to marry her because she’s too pathetic to find herself an actual fiancé.” Spencer couldn’t believe the words he was hearing, and had to stop his jaw from dropping. It all made sense now, everything you said!
“Oh my- I actually defended you against her! I’m so stupid, I should have known Y/n would never lie to me! She never has before!” Spencer stood up, running his hands over his face angrily. “You…I can’t even come up with any words to describe a snake like you!” He stormed off, already trying to work on how to fix everything he did.
“Does this mean we’re breaking up?” She screeched, and Spencer ignored her, running outside to hail a cab. He quickly dialed your number and the call ended up going straight to voicemail. A second and third time, voicemail. Either something was wrong or you were still pissed off. Yo had every right to be. Oh god, why didn’t he listen to you?!
After yelling your address to the cab driver, he dialed Morgan, quickly explaining everything that had developed recently. Being Spencer’s friend, Morgan tried not to judge too harshly, but couldn’t help the exasperated sigh that escaped his mouth as he said, “Sounds like she’s in love with you, you idiot. You don’t even have to be a profiler to figure that one out buddy.”
“Well- I- I- Uh-” Spencer stumbled a bit, his brain fried. “Spencer,’ his friend scolded through the phone speaker. How do you feel about Y/n?” Morgan was met with silence and he sighed. “What I mean is…. can you be yourself around Y/n? Do you think about her when she isn’t in the room? How would you feel if she had asked someone else to be in your shoes hm?” Spencer stayed quiet for another moment.
If I’m honest, I’m more comfortable with her then anyone, even you guys. I think about her a lot, although recent thoughts weren’t exactly….romantic. If she had asked someone else,’ Spencer whistled lowly. “I wouldn’t have…I… I don’t like that question. She asked me, that’s that.” He answered, brows furrowing when he heard his friends laughter on the other end of the line.
“Then she’s the one. Simple as that. ”
“I…have to go. I’ll talk to you later.” He hung up when he saw your house approaching in the window of the cab, exiting the vehicle and throwing a random wad of cash at the driver, bolting for the guest house. He fumbled with the keys before finally opening the door.
“Y/n! Y/n!” He yelled throughout the guest house, realizing you were gone. He ran over to the main house, which was locked, and looked through all the windows like a mad man. He dialed your number 2 more times and grunted loudly when your automated voice message met his ears instead of your voice. His phone rang just before he was able to dial your number again, and he immediately answered it. “Y/n?”
“Her mother.” An unamused voice greeted his ears. “Listen, before you say another word, Y/n’s father is at the hospital, not that you seem to care. Hopefully I haven’t interrupted your making out sessions hm? Anyways, just figured I’d let you know since you seemed so eager to be a part of this family…” Your mother snapped, hanging up.
The hospital?
“Oh no..” He mumbled dialing for a cab, only thinking of you.