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Spencer Reid wearing glasses is such an iconic look I’m living

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Sooooooo

Anyone else feeling emotionally destroyed after the death cure?

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the only reel life vs. real life gifset that matters

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I JUST WANT TO TELL YOU THAT I'M STILL ALIVE. SERIOUSLY.

but i could post more, that's for sure

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I KINDA LOVE YOU A LOT BEAN

Hey big bitch are you ded? I miss u

helloooo i know i’m terrible but i’m aliveee

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Hey big bitch are you ded? I miss u

helloooo i know i'm terrible but i'm aliveee

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The real title of Emily Prentiss

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Viewer // Matthew Gray Gubler

A/N — Whip my second Matthew fic. You guys seem to really like these so let me know if you want any headcanons or anything because I like doing those too :)

- Pablo x

Requested: Yep!

Warnings: Fear of someone not liking you

Summary: ‘Matthew Gray Gubler was a very well known man - so watching the show meant nothing could happen between the two of you. At least in your mind.’

— Matthew’s POV —

I had seen her countless times, every time I was out so was she.

It was hard not to kiss her right there and then - but I could tell that when I had the courage to talk to her, she would be a woman that mattered more than just a kiss or a one night stand.

The way she was just effortless, her shadow invisible as the darkness covered the whole club - yet I could see her more than ever.

So, on a night out with my friends - I had decided enough was enough.

I had to talk to her.

I couldn’t stand around and watch her anymore, because for all I knew that could be the last time I saw her - and I wasn’t about to let her slip through my fingers so easily.

I build up the courage, and head over to where she stood at the bar, not being seen by the barmen due to the crowds of people flowing around that area so dramatically.

“Hey, she needs serving she’s been stood here ages.” I shout to the man serving the drinks, as she looks up at my tall frame, confused as to why a stranger would help her.

“Uh, Hey. Thank you.” She shouts back, still nameless yet I would never forget her face.

The way her eyes lit up the room even though we were plunged into such darkness, only strobing lights cutting through the pitch black tones of the room. The way I just looked to her and the smile that was painted across her face was enough to get my heart racing, and I had only had one drink.

“Hi, I’m Matthew, I’ve seen you a couple times around here and I wanted to say hey.” I smile back, stretching my hand out to her as a calm hello.

I could see her face light up, almost in shock. I had no idea why, so I just smiled back. A small glint of sadness covered her eyes though, but I didn’t question it - I just knew I wanted to take it away from her.

“Hey, I’m Y/N, I’ve seen you around too.” She grins back, shaking my hand softly.

Her touch sends shivers up my spine, my heart beats faster knowing I’ve finally said hello.

“Can I get you a drink? I mean I know you just got one but afterwards, would that be good with you?” I ask carefully, knowing I could be treading on thin ice.

“Uh, I-i can’t, I mean i would love to I really would, but I shouldn’t.” She replies, eyes meeting the floor rather than mine.

“That’s ok, I don’t mind, can I ask why you shouldnt?” I question, wondering why it was ‘I shouldnt’ rather than ‘I couldnt’.

“I know who you are, you play Spencer on criminal minds. I love the show, a lot, so if i took that drink then people would think I had drinks with you for only that reason, which would be pretty awkward on the media.” She sighs, clearly mentally kicking herself for saying no.

I understood why she’d said that, why she felt like she shouldn’t accept that drink from me. But, I also knew that I didn’t care. Plenty of girls would be with my just for the fame, for the media cover, but what she just said about not wanting people to think that clearly said she wasn’t a big fan of being with me for that reason.

I’d never met anyone that wanted to be with me for me, rather than my fame.

It was refreshing with someone like her.

“You aren’t the only one who knows who I am, believe me. But by what you just told me, I’m getting the impression you don’t get with people for fame.” I smile cheekily, flashing the grin that I usually have on my face - but never this bright.

“Yeah, the idea of getting with someone because of that sounds really horrible. I mean you should like someone for who they are, y’know?” She says, a small giggle leaving her mouth awkwardly.

“Exactly. Let me take you out, and if you don’t like me then that’s fine, but you’re sincere and I don’t see that much around here.” I insist, knowing that if I didn’t get my chance with her then I would kick myself forever.

Like I said before, I’m not about to let someone like her slip through my fingers so easily. I was going to take my chance; I was going to try and show her what she deserved from someone.

“Ugh, are you sure? I mean what if people think I’m just there for the fact you’re on the show?” She asks me quietly, clearly worried about it.

That’s what always annoyed me about the fame and the media - it ruined chances for me to meet people like her.

And when I did meet someone I liked, they either hated the attention or they were just with me for the attention.

“I’m sure. If they say things about it then we ignore it, because I know that’s why you aren’t there.” I tell her, handing her the drink the bartender passes to me for her.

“Ok, yeah. Let me get my number.” She finally agrees, searching her bag for her phone while I take mine out of my jean pocket.

She gives me her number, and I get talking to her some more.

We stand and talk for maybe a half hour, about everything - our life’s, to our jobs and friends. Everything.

“Hey, I’m sorry but I need to get back to my friends. I’ll see you in a couple days.” She smiles, before I say goodbye and she heads back to the booth her friends are placed at.

Maybe I’d found someone who finally liked me for who I was - whether she already knew me or not.

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@spencerthepipecleaner IS THIS MY LETTER QUOTE??????????

I want to give myself the freedom not to have to be projecting my whole life ahead.

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you have been visited by season 10 reid hair. reblog for 10 years of good hair days

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the url over and over again

Matthew Gray Gubler and animals part 1

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matthew gray gubler marry me

Lets Run Away // Matthew Gray Gubler

A/N — I’m happy with this I think, it’s from my old account edited and made better so here you go guys :) let me know what you think because it’s my first Matthew fic so I’m pretty excited to see if you guys like it :) x

- Pablo x

Requested: No :(

Warnings: None :)

Summary: ‘it’s hard to run away, but what about imagining it?’

— Matthew’s POV —

Conversation was always our strong point, we could talk for hours on end and not be bothered.

I mean, everyone already knew I loved talking.

The first day I met her we talked from around four at night until three in the morning and even then we wanted to carry on. It’s just who we were.

We could talk for hours and it’s as if we couldn’t switch off. Our mouths letting the words fall from our lips like running water through a tap; our conversations were what kept me going through the bad days, knowing that when I got home I could safely be with her and talk until the sun rose again.

One night, we were just sat in bed as usual, her head on my chest and my arm around her, keeping her cold skin away from the winter weather, making sure she was next to me, safe and sound.

“Let’s run away,” she began, and I could sense the sudden decision in her tone, “Like, imaginative running away. We have too much to leave behind here.” She says, clearly sensing my surprise as I let out a sigh of relief.

Although I would give anything to run away with her, she was right; we had too much to leave behind if we wanted to leave, with our jobs, friends, family.

Everything was right here, so if I had her it was like running away, a new adventure with any new corner turned.

We couldn’t leave any of it, no matter how much I would sometimes want to, i couldn’t just drop everything, even though sometimes that sounded like an answer to every question that had ever been asked.

“Yeah, to… the Bahamas.” I say, letting her imagination run wild with the fact we could do anything, seen as we aren’t really doing it.

The day I met her, I could see her imagination running wild, the images flicking through her mind like a photo album.

Sometimes, when I couldn’t sleep, she would tell me a story. Made up or real, I didn’t care, because as long as the goosebumps rose on my body from her breathe fanning across my skin, I was ok.

“We would get married on our own, on the beach under the morning sun so it’s not too hot.” She says, earning a laugh from herself and me.

I imagine all of this, it would be amazing. Being with the woman I love, where I love. I would do anything for her, because she would never be able to understand the love I felt for her. It was deep inside my bones, riddled in the blood that ran through my veins. She knew I loved her, but she would never truly understand how much.

“Yeah. And then we could own one of those wooden houses that are in the middle of the sea.” I whisper, running my long fingers through her soft hair, just imagining what life would be like in a situation like that.

Those houses always suited us both: calm, quiet. Everything both of us liked and wanted in life.

Everything we had always dreamed of.

“And we could go for morning swims in the crystal clear ocean, knowing we don’t have to do anything because we would have all the money in the world.” She says, laughing and in turn making me laugh with her imagination.

“We could just lounge around all day, not having to worry about anything.” I smile, imagining such a peaceful world.

“Maybe one day we would have kids.” She speaks, the smile almost evident in the air.

“Raise them to be just like you, because you have such a good mind. They would be happy, have a good life. Parents who are always around, Sun everyday, we would make sure they were always happy.” I grin back, imagining me and her with a family, not necessarily in the Bahamas, anywhere.

She lived for her job. Everything about it, she loved. The people she met, the opportunities she got, and she never let her smile fade for that job. It’s what she loved to do.

And that smile was what I loved to see.

“Then, we could go into the town and walk around in the sun, enjoying what ever we wanted to do.” I say, picturing all of this in my head.

What more could I want than a beautiful island with a beautiful girl?

In this scenario I would have everything. Her, a wonderful place to live, children who are happy, time to waste.

But what if I already had everything? I had her, I had the best job, I was happy. I was in love and I couldn’t wish for my life to be any different than it already is.

“We should do that, when we are like sixty with nothing else to do.” She whispers, laughing as she imagines it all.

I’d run away with her in a heartbeat.

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