#PD identifier

[cannifreak]

STRAY

- : an identifier for people who are seen as “dirty”, “diseased”, “disgusting”, etc., due to their PD . . .

- : anyone with ANY PD can use this term ! transabled people fuck off ur gross.

- : flag and term coined by me . . . give credit if reposted . . .

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

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[impzone]

hm. after all this time i still get angry about this so i think it’s about time i make a comic about how i feel about personality disorders

[eoin-mcgonigal]

i love hickey sm, the two of us are trans fag ocpd-avpd & bpd-npd solidarity

[count-on-mi]

Crystal Snow (Mina)

A/N: Happy birthday to Mina! It's the repost of my old fluff by adding a smut part. An idol OC with the Mina, she's not the secretary anymore.

Like a wee, crystal star I should drift, I should blow   Near, more near,   To my dear Where he comes through the snow. “Snow Song” by Sara Teasdale

11 July, 2019 JYPE Building

Hello, this is JYPE.

This is an announcement regarding the status of Mina’s health.

Mina is currently struggling with sudden extreme anxiety and insecurity towards performing on stage. No exact diagnosis has been identified yet, and we are consulting with several medical professionals to verify the cause in detail.

After extensive discussion with Mina and members of TWICE, we have decided that Mina’s current condition requires additional treatment, professional measures, and sufficient rest. Along with this decision, Mina will not be attending the following schedule:

– TWICE World Tour 2019 “TWICELIGHTS”

Health of our artist is our top priority, so we will do everything possible to provide the best possible measures including medical treatment and sufficient rest for Mina’s recovery.

We ask for the sincere support of fans so that Mina can recover soon.

Thank you.

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‘You promised me you won’t let Mina gets hurt! What are you doing?’ Your roar occupies the room, the others try their best to keep their breath as quiet as they can, not wanting to ignite you further.

‘I know, Y/N. But Twice is still growing rapidly, we cannot stop at this moment. Other girl groups are chasing their progress real quick, you know how Blackpink and IZ*ONE success this year. I am really sorry about Mina, but we just… I hope you can understand, Y/N.’ The tone of the CEO seems sad, but you couldn’t feel anything on his face.

‘No matter what, you should not make any of the artist overwork or get any injury. Is this what you call JYP Nation? A family? This definitely not a part of the core value of PD nim’s idea.’

‘Park Jin Young xi is not responsible for the management of the artist anymore, the core value he has maybe different with us.’ The CEO still answers in a tone that he seems really not care.

You cannot hold your manner anymore, you punch the desk loudly, ‘If you think we are not important, then I will not renew the contract with JYP after my contract expire next year, I can do nothing but this to protect me and Mina.’

‘Did you consider your members? Did you consider Mina’s career?’ The CEO does not take your threaten seriously. ‘Maybe you should calm down first before we discuss it again, we will announce you could not attend any schedule by this year. You should take some rest together with Mina.’

Days after Days, you are forced to see other members to participate the schedule, while you can do nothing. You could only spend more time with Mina, either at your home, or visiting the doctor with her. Mina is recovering really good under the accompany of you, she starts to smile again, she is no longer panicking when she is in the crowd. Although she still doesn’t know what you have sacrificed for her.

You have tried to have a date with her outside, but you found that even both of you are covered in mask and caps, it’s too risky if anyone find out that the members of the National Boy group and Girl group are secretly dating, the massive noises are going to torn Mina that have not been fully recovered from the depression. However, at the New Year’s Eve, you still decided to bring Mina go out as you know she has dreamt for the new year’s float parade for long time, she is just unavailable due to the tight year end schedule every year.

The snow has been continuously for 3 days, the whole of Seoul are covered in white, you believe that you and Mina will not be spotted on street easily as usual. You turn your head from the window back to the house, Mina has finished the LEGO car you bought her.

‘Dang, Dang.’ Mina sits next to you naturally, showing the LEGO she has just finished. ‘I finished it before we go out, can I get a new one?’ The way she speaks just like a kid asking for rewards from her parents.

‘Yeah, how would I reject Minari, right? Let’s get you a new year gift then.’ You pull her in your arms and kiss her suddenly, you hug her tightly despite she keeps hammering your chest, showing her protest. ‘I wanna have my new year’s gift first, can I’ Her bouncing chests show that she is still recovering from the fierce kiss. ‘Yah… why are you so naughty…’

‘I don’t know why I am so naughty when I am with you. Perhaps it’s because of love.’ You caress her face lightly, feeling her smile when she hears your confession. ‘You should get some rest before the parade, you must be tired from playing LEGO.’ You put Mina back on the couch and lay your head on her thigh. The silence in the house does not make you feel awkward, instead you are feeling safer than any time when Mina is next to you. The sleepiness slowly takes over your body from the cold, you slowly close your eyes and fall asleep.

You don’t know how long you have been slept, you wake up on her legs again. Mina seems to not notice your awake yet as the book of poems she reads is covering at your face. The smell of the cool cedar aroma surrounding you, all you can hear is the grinding sound of Mina turning the pages of the book from time to time, you just feel every minute is still and peaceful, you close your eyes again.

Mina finally stops after finishing the 11th chapter, she moves her neck to relax a little bit, lowering her head to take a peek of you. When she realizes you have woke up, she closes the book softly, and look at your features gently.

‘So handsome…’ She told herself, no matter how many times she watches you, her Y/N is still handsome.

‘Mina?’ Not hearing the sounds of turning pages, you open your eyes, then you meet her gentle sight with her smile.

‘I am here.’

‘Why did you stop?’ You return to her with a smile.

‘I miss you.’

You are shocked by her direct confession. ‘I didn’t know Minari is good at flirting.’ Seeing she does not refute, you take her hand with a smile and kiss the back of her hand. ‘Which chapters are you watching?’

‘The 11th, Sara Teassdale, “Snow Song”’

‘Can you read it for me?’

‘Sure.’ Mina nods as she smiles, her slim and long fingers open the book again.

“Fairy snow, fairy snow,

Blowing, blowing everywhere.”

“Would that I

Too, could fly

Lightly, lightly through the air.”

Mina studying a poem is always unexpectedly charming, her childhood in America allows her to have good understanding of the American pronunciation, meanwhile her Japanese accent makes it looks cute.

“Like a wee, crystal star

I should drift, I should blow.”

“Near, more near,

To my dear

Where he comes through the snow.”

The snow outside the window is still blooming, and even the occasional whiz of the wind properly matches the situation expressed in the poem. You look at the movement of Mina’s pink lips, her beautiful voice gently entering your ears. You feel so blessed for what you are having right now.

Happiness makes your heart begin to pop, so finally when Mina is finished, you get up and hook her neck. ‘Mina.’

‘Umm?’ She puts down the book.

‘We still have a few hours before the parade starts…’ You kiss Mina’s sideburns with a naughty smile. ‘How about we do something else first?’

Mina only knows what you mean when she feels your hand sneak under her pajamas, the cool touch of your fingertip is like a stone thrown into a calm lake, after stirring up the water named desire, the ripples of soft and indestructible layers appear. Your tender kiss moving from her bridge of the nose down to her lips, Mina’s slender eyelashes uncontrollably quiver with her floating heart.

The air gradually become enchanting, Mina feels herself in a trance that she is farther and farther from the shore, but she is not afraid of it, just…

‘Not here.’ Mina whispers. She only has a moment of clarity after the long kiss is ended, she pushes you away lightly, turns around her head to catch her breath, her ears are notably red.

‘Where should we go then?’ You smirk.

Mina stands up silently, does not uncover your rhetorical spice. She holds your hand, fundus with a faint smile, struggles for a moment but still decide to follow your words. ‘Bedroom, our bed.’

Hearing her answer, you do not hesitate anymore, and directly hug her into your room...

In the bedroom, the warm and soft light was shining on us, Mina was lying on my lap like a budding rose, her long black hair scattered on the snow-white pillow. The lavender silk nightgown that she wears barely covered her thighs, revealing her long and slender legs.

“Minari, what kind of reward do you want?” I tease her as I playing her toes

“Hmph~ you know it...” Mina pouted, but her eyes were so charming that they were going to come out of the water.

Looking at this beauty in front of me, my heart welled up with infinite pity. When I first saw her backstage, that shy and bashful girl seemed like yesterday. Now, she has become my very own angel.

I leaned down and kissed her pink lips, my tongue gently pried open her teeth and entwined with her little tongue, and Mina let out a sweet whimper, her hands unconsciously wrapped around my neck.

I ran my hands up her smooth thighs, sending shivers down her spine. When I touched the thin lace panties, I realized that they were already soaked with her juice.

“Mina is such a little slut, she's already so wet down there ......” I bit her earlobe and deliberately teased her with lewd words.

“Oooh... Don't say that...” Mina buried her face in my chest, her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

I took off her soaked panties and gently spread her legs. The pink clits were fully moisturized and trembled gently with her breathing. I dipped my finger in a little bit of nectar and applied it to her clitoris, eliciting a gasp.

“Y/N, come in ......” Mina twisted her waist, eagerly waiting for me to come in. But I didn't want to satisfy her so easily. I sat on my knees in front of her so she could see my bulge.” Want it? Beg me, Minari.”

“You're so bad...” Mina reached out and took my cock in her hand, gently stroking it. “Honey... Come on ......”

“Lick it for me first.’ I whisper.

Mina hesitated for a moment when she heard that, but she still obediently approaches my cock. She first carefully extended her little tongue and gently licked the tips, before slowly taking it into her mouth.

Seeing my thick rod being held by such a beauty, I was extremely excited.” Yes, that's it, harder ......”

Mina gulped earnestly, making churning noises from time to time. Her technique had improved a lot since we dated, and she knew how to please me. Especially with her deft little tongue, she could always find my sensitive point.

I was enjoying her service while stroking her soft hair.” You are amazing, Mina... keep going.”

Mina sped up, making seductive snorting noises. Her hands were not idle, massaging my balls. Suddenly, she stopped and looked at me miserably, “Oppa... My mouths are sore…”

“Then let me help you relieve it” I smiled evilly and directly rolled over and pressed her underneath me.” Mina, I'm coming in.”

“Wait a minute... Condom ......” Mina looked around in panic.

“It's New Year's Eve, please” I say as I rub her clit with my tips.

Mina thought for a moment, but nodded, “Just today…Ah... So big... Slowly…” I immediately bury myself in her, and my thick shaft slowly pumped into Mina's already muddy pussy.” I tenderly kissed her earlobe, “Baby relax, I'll love you ......”

When the entire cock was fully inserted, I began to slowly thrust up and down. Mina's bottom iss warm and moist, the layers of tender flesh wrapped tightly around me, making me soothed beyond words. Her sweet moans could be heard with every deep thrust, like the most beautiful music.

“Do you like it?” I kneaded her tits, feeling them change shape in my hands.

“I Love it... I love you the most... Ah... Deeper…”

I increased my intensity, each stroke going straight to the end of her channels. At the same time, I leaned down and suck the tip of her reddish nipple. Mina's body shivered violently, and her walls clamps even tighter.

“Mina is sucking so tightly down there... Is she about to cum?” I teased Mina badly and accelerated the frequency.

“Ah... So good... Faster...” Mina hugged me tightly, her nails sinking deep into my back, nearly leaving ten wounds on me.

Looking at her slutty look, I couldn't help but lower my head and seal her lips, while my lower body's movements became more and more violent.” Ummm...” Mina was almost speechless, and could only make vague, indistinct whimpering noises.

I could feel the love juices gushing out of her body, and every time I hit her, there would be a “pop, pop, pop” sound of water. The bed sheets were already wet, but we couldn't care less.

“I can't... Y/N... I really can't ......” Mina begged with a sobbing voice.

“Scream louder... I love to hear you scream ......” I pushed hard a few times, and whispered in her ear, “Do you want it to be more exciting?”

Without waiting for her to answer, I pulled her legs and stood up. This position made my cock penetrate deeper, and Mina instantly fell into my arms. “Ah... This is too deep...”

As I walked, I pushed my waist up, grinding my cock back and forth in her pussy. “Do you want to change the place?”

“Uh... You can do whatever you want. ......” Mina was already completely conquered by me, her face was flushed, and she keep saying the obscenest words.

I put her on the desk and lifted her legs. The contrast between the cold desktop and her hot private parts made Mina shiver. So cold... But so comfortable... Y/N…”

I thrust up quickly, each stroke crushing her sensitive spot.” Tell me... What are we doing?”

“Making love... We are making love... Ah ......”

“That's not right... Say it again. ......” I gave her a vicious push.

“You are fucking me... Fuck me harder...” Mina was in a state of total ecstasy.

I was thrilled to see my normally innocent and lovely girlfriend say such vulgar things. ”Good girl Mina... Want more?”

“Yes... Minari wants more...” Mina wiggled her hips to meet my rhythm. I carried her back to the bed and grabbed one of her long legs and slung it over my shoulder. This angle allows me to enter deeper, and Mina immediately arches her back.” Oh god... It's inside... Y/N...”

I pumped while nibbling lightly on her inner thighs.” Minari's thighs are so delicious... So slippery...”

“Ah... Not there... It tickles... Honey, don't stop. ......” Mina grabbed my hair, her whole body was trembling slightly.

“Minari's getting tighter here... Is it time for another orgasm?” I blew hot air in her ear.

“Yes... It's coming again... Hubby gives it to me ......”

“Call me master... Beg me ......”

“Master... Please... Give me an orgasm...” Mina had completely let go of her reserve and was enjoying the pleasure of lust to the fullest.

I accelerated my speed and went to the bottom every time.” Baby... How's Master's cock?”

“Great... Master's rod makes me feel so good... Ummm… I'm going crazy...”

Looking at the girl in my arms drowning in lust, I felt a great sense of accomplishment. “Call me master again.”

“Master... My favorite master... Give it to me... Ah ......” With a high-pitched scream, Mina had her third orgasm of the day.

I also reached my limit, and after a few dozen final strokes, I pushed to the deepest and all of my thick essence shot out into her womb.

I collapsed next to Mina, gasping for breath as I caressed her body. This girl's skin was so smooth, like silk. Especially after her orgasm, her skin was tinted with a light pink color, which made her look even more attractive.

“Hubby... You're really great...” Mina nestled in my arms, her fingers unconsciously drawing circles.“That's because I have a sexy and cute Minari...” I pinched her nose.

“Hm... Just a smooth talker...” Mina rolled over and wrapped herself under the covers. I lifted the quilt and went in, hugging her from behind.” Honey, look...” I scraped the essence dripping from her clit and spread it evenly on her breasts.

“Ouch... So sticky ......” Mina tries to hide, but I hold her firmly in place.“It's a shame to waste it... It's all protein ......” I smiled badly and smoothed the liquid on my hand.

“I hate it... You always have a reason ......” Mina grumbled with a red face, but didn't stop me.

Looking at her shy face, I couldn't help but get hard again.” Mina... Can you still hold out?” “No... I'm a bit tired ......” She rubbed back, rubbing her hips against my erected rod.

It was a naked invitation, I rolled onto her body and was about to launch another new round.

“Wait a minute... I want to be on top this time. ......” Mina pushed my chest lightly, stopping my invasion.

“Yes, my Lord Knightess .......” I lay back cooperatively and looked at her expectantly.

Mina straddles me and sits down a little with her honey hole against my shaft. ” Ah... It's still this big …”

“If Minari feels uncomfortable, I can help.” I smiled badly and thrust my hips up a little.

“No... I'll do it myself…” Mina held my shoulders and started to slowly move up and down. Looking at her serious face, I found it both cute and erotic at the same time.

“Honey... Do you think I screamed well just now?” Mina asked while shaking her ass.

“Huh? What did you say?” I teased her.

“Nasty... You know what I said. ......” Mina's face was as red as a ripe apple.

“I don't know... What did you say again?” I cooperated and thrusted up a little.

“Ah... You're so bad...” Mina was so shy that she buried her face in the crook of my neck.

I took the opportunity to lift her hips to help her save her strength.” Minari rides so well, I love it.”

“Really? Then I'll try harder...” Mina got encouragement and accelerated her speed. I enjoy her performance and reach out to knead her bouncing breasts.” Minari's tits jiggle beautifully.”

“Nasty... Stop talking... Concentrate ......” Mina protested.

“Yes, Minari.” I smiled wickedly and pulled her closer, nuzzling her earlobe.

“Ah... You're so... I'll... I won't be able to stand it ......” Mina's voice started to tremble again.

“Where can't you stand it?” I asked.

“Down there... It's so numb down there... It's cumming”

I immediately sat up, held her waist and started to vigorously push upwards.” Cheer up, baby. Let's cum together...”

“Good... Together... Ah... Hubby... Give it to me... Give it to me!” Tears welled up in the corners of Mina's eyes.

“Here it comes... All for you, Minari!” I pushed hard, releasing all my essence again, synchronizing with Mina's orgasm.

We embraced each other and collapsed back on the bed, letting our sweat and body fluids intertwine. After a long time, Mina was able to get her strength back.

“Y/N... I love you ......” Her voice was soft but extraordinarily clear as she lay on my chest.

My heart skipped a beat and I gently cupped her face, “Mina, I love you too.”

Mina leaned into my arms and played with my still erected cock.” It's so strong today... Is it because of the New Year’s Eve?”

“Maybe... It's the first New Year’s Eve that we don’t need to work.” I scratched her nose pamperingly.

“It's only 8pm...” Mina surveyed my still-energetic little brother thoughtfully.

“So?” I raised my eyebrows at her.

“Honey... I want more...” Mina whispered as she came up to my ear.

“Really?”

“Of course it's true... It's New Year's Eve... And there are still sometime before the parade starts.” Mina has already started to tease me with her hands.

You underestimate the magic of love, when you and Mina arrive at the area of parade, it is approaching the end of the event already. You cannot see a single float on the street, although the crowd has not disbanded yet.

‘Sorry…’ You press the cap on your head and shake Mina’s hand with regret.

‘Umm? Why sorry?’ Mina turns her head at you, asks curiously.

‘We miss this year’s parade because of me… We may not have a holiday next year.’

‘But because of you, every single day of this year I feel so happy.’ Mina interrupts your apology, but you know she is not lying, her smile cannot be covered by her mask. She pulls down her mask a little bit to kiss your cheek and then put her arm around you. ‘Are you hungry? Should we buy some food before returning home?’

‘Sure.’ You happily hook back her arm and walk towards the night market.

Both of you are walking past the night market, the bags on your hands are becoming more and more, but you still cannot find the Taiyaki you are looking for. When you thought that you are going to be disappointed tonight, ‘There!’ Mina points to a red sign board at the end of the street, it’s a big Taiyaki sign that signals they are selling the snack that you have searched for all night.

You take Mina’s hand, walking faster to the shop, but you were soon blocked by two girls standing in your way.

‘Hi! Sorry! Are you Y/N Oppa!?’ One of the girls asked.

‘You must be Y/n Oppa right? We are your fans! We love you very very much! Can we get your autograph?’ Another girl says.

‘Ummm… yeah, thank you for your support.’ You hesitantly look at Mina, you have no idea when she has let go of your hands and waiting aside of you, don’t wanna spotted out by your fans. Her thin feature looks weaker under the streetlight, you don’t know why you would feel sad suddenly.

You take the pen that your fans give you, wanting to finish the little autographing session as soon as possible, so you can bring Mina leaving here. However, right after you finished signing for those two fans, more fans arrived and soon you are surrounded. ‘Y/N Oppa! I love you so much! You are so handsome!’

‘Thank you, thanks a lot for your support. I really gonna go now, happy new year and please keep supporting ADDiction next year.’ Until your hands start to feel tired, you finally decide to reject the newcomers, you give a bow and turn around to leave quickly.

‘Mina!’ You look around nervously, but you can’t find the figure of your love. You bit your lips regretfully, totally forgot you could contact her with your phone. You keep running on the road, shouting Mina’s name occasionally.

‘Perhaps Mina has returned to home already?’ You told yourself, not hesitate anymore and run to the direction of your home. Even though the light of the Taiyaki sign is still shining brightly, all you want now is to catch Mina on her way.

You get closer and closer to the Taiyaki shop, you find a familiar figure coming out from the store. ‘Mina!’

Mina could hear you calling right after she leaves the store, she looks at the direction of the sound, all she see is you are flying to her. Mina feels this scene is kind of familiar, she moves her lips, just trying to ask you did anything just happened, the next second she already feels herself hugged in your arms tightly.

No one knows how long did you two hugging, the warm sensation of the embrace magnified her senses, she dazed for a second, finally understand why the scene right now is so familiar to her.

It' s the scene of the 11th poem. Should she do the same thing as the poem for next?

'Can I kiss you?’ Mina did not even wait for your answer, she grabs your face and kisses you with a smile. Mina’s kiss is just like winter snow falling on shoulder, soft, cool and delicate. At the moment when the whole world is filled with snow, you suddenly recall the 11th poem from this morning.

At the last day of 2019, you once again determined that, Mina will be the only snow for the rest of your life.

I should fly to my love Like a flake in the storm, I should die, I should die, On her lips that are warm.

[is-the-thing-actually-jewish]

is Jewish Voice for Peace actually Jewish? I've heard a couple different things about that but no sources

@gryphistheantlerqueen also asked:

Whooo boy. So this has been sitting in the inbox for a few months, I wrote up a draft, and then it just sat... until this past week, when some new JVP BS hit the fan and gave me the kick to finish it.

Sooooo...

Verdict: Not Actually Jewish

(updated verdict after finding out about the “self-managed conversion” and “teacup mikvah”) Jewish, technically, and that "technically" is doing a lot of heavy lifting, and is actively debatable without access to a detailed breakdown of JVP’s actual membership rolls. 

In general summation, JVP is a far-left radical antizionist group that is headed by a few visibly antizionist Jews and whose membership rolls are either a strong minority or outright majority of non-Jews, based on variable statistics that they've released. Although they claim that the “majority of their members and staff are Jewish”, this seems to be both statistically unlikely and actively suspicious due to their noted tendency to instruct even non-Jewish members to speak #AsAJew on social media, and their instructions to do “self-managed conversions”.  However, due to their title, they are very popular with people who want a Jewish Stamp Of Approval for demonizing Israelis and Zionist Jews as a result. In effect, they are Jewish in the same way that people like Candace Owens and Hershel Walker are Black—as self-tokenizing minorities who throw the rest of their ethnic group under the bus in exchange for power and political access.

And despite the claims that they are “inspired by Jewish values and traditions” (as put on their website) and “oppose anti-Jewish hatred,�� JVP routinely engages in antisemitic rhetoric, up to and including blood libel and antisemitic conspiracy theories, and acts as a shield against non-Jews who also engage in antisemitic rhetoric so long as the non-Jews in question remember to shout "For Palestine!" first. This is not an exaggeration. 

The primary example of their in-house antisemitic rhetoric is their "Deadly Exchange" program, where they explicitly and conspiratorially blame Israel as being responsible for American police brutality and militarization. However, for all of their fearmongering and blame-casting on the subject—as if American cops needed outside help in brutalizing minorities or gaining military-grade handmedowns from the Pentagon, both of which are explicit claims of the "Deadly Exchange" program—they have a hard time actually identifying specific deaths associated with the international training seminars they're holding up as responsible.

One of the the closest they've come to a specific allegation is claiming that "former St. Louis County police chief Timothy Fitch trained with the Israeli military three years before Michael Brown’s killing and the Ferguson uprising." (Note: this was in a video that appears to have since been made private.) But Darren Wilson worked for the Ferguson PD, not the St. Louis PD, and Fitch retired months before the killing. So he was in a completely different police department, and this is the closest JVP comes to pointing to specific deaths or acts of brutality that they blame on Israel. Everything else is literal fearmongering--up to and including the classic conspiratorial tropes of "secretive Jewish governmental influence".

JVP has also happily supported the words of white supremacists like Richard Spencer, taking his “You could say that I’m a white Zionist in the sense that I care about my people," statement at face value, using it as the basis for entire articles where they compared Zionism to White Supremacy as a deliberate misrepresentation of the ideology that is common on the extreme political Left (you can compare that treatment again with how Candace Owens treats the word "Woke" on the Right). Even when the Charlottesville "Unite the Right" march happened, JVP wasted no time in comparing Zionism with the very ideology fueling the people chanting "Jews Will Not Replace Us," saying that Zionism is "Jewish racial supremacy" and calling for a universal condemnation of the ideology as a form of White Supremacy... which was the exact sort of message that many of those same White Supremacists would have happily agreed with.  So JVP is essentially siding with literal White Supremacists,  even as they claim that "Jews are not the primary victims of White Supremacy."

JVP also engages in Holocaust revisionism, such as with this lovely quote from Cecilie Surasky, the deputy director of JVP, “I believe it is critical to situate the genocide of Jews in a broader context, and not as an exceptional, metaphysically unique event. Some 6 million Jews died, but another 5 million people were also targeted for annihilation.”

(another quote, from an article by Surasky, which compares Netanyahu to Hitler.)

This is just straight revisionism of the entire Holocaust and the unique fixation the Nazis had on the Jews. Literally, even when they were losing, they were diverting resources from the war just to kill more Jews. Quote Hitler himself, "Jews must be prevented from intruding themselves among all the other nations as elements of internal disruption, under the mask of honest world-citizens, and thus gaining power over these nations." The very basis of the Nazi ideology paints Jews as an existential threat to the human race's peace and security—a far cry from JVP's claim that the Jewish suffering in the Holocaust wasn't unique or exceptional.

Additionally, JVP ignores or re-envisions Mizrachi Jewish history. They call the very term Mizrachi “Zionist rhetoric,” and refer to Mizrachi “immigrants,” (“Deadly Exchange,” pg. 16-17), and claim “the Israeli government facilitated a mass immigration of Mizrahim” (“Our Approach to Zionism”) as though those weren’t the direct result of the mass expulsion of and violence against Jews in MENA countries. These weren’t immigrants, these were refugees. 

And as for the question of “Are they Jewish?”, well...

Statistically, they are not representative of the Jewish population as a whole, 90% of whom identify as some degree of Zionist in the sense of “Supporting Jewish self-determination.”  One does not need to be Jewish to join JVP, as they proudly state on their website. Their membership rolls are also extremely obfuscated, and the fact that they encourage their followers, whether Jewish or not, to post and speak “as Jews” on social media makes it even more difficult to figure out what percentage of their membership is actually Jewish.  Furthermore, they have instructions for their members to engage in “self-conversions” that are not acceptable to Jewish law or tradition, and misuse/appropriate other sacred Jewish traditions to the point that “blasphemy” is an accurate description, with their instructions on the mikvah (a sacred bath) being outright offensive.  

(note that one has to be completely nude and bare of any adornment or makeup to use the mikvah, which is a pure pool of collected rainwater to be immersed in, for context on the above... misuse.  Trying to claim this as being “in line with sacred Jewish tradition” is like trying to claim to be Catholic while also saying that the Pope is the Antichrist and that using beer and a doughnut for the Eucharist is acceptable. For more information on mikveh, see: The Jewish Virtual Library, Aish, myjewishlearning, or Chabad.

There's also no altar.

The irony of asking people not to appropriate while doing this is astonishing.)

It’s also telling that they straight up say they are “claiming” the practice as their own.

Furthermore, JVP has hosted panels on “antisemitism” in the past... headed by people who are not only not Jewish, but who have been credibly accused of antisemitism in the past.  

JVP has also endorsed The Mapping Project Boston, which was a Boycott, Divest, and Sanction (BDS) subsidiary, listing every “Zionist” organization in Boston, Mass. This included Jewish schools, elder homes, community centers, disability centers, and more; all of them painted with scary and misleading “links” to non-Jewish organizations to insinuate Jewish control of the state and city governments, invoking age-old antisemitic tropes of a conspiracy of Jews as they did so:

(first image is the Mapping Project, the second is a 1938 Nazi political cartoon)

The Mapping Project also, and this is my personal favorite, accused Harvard University of doing “racist science” for engaging in archeological and genetic studies of Jews and Jewish history.  Tellingly, BDS actually disavowed The Mapping Project (albeit for bad optics, not for the rank antisemitism they were promoting)... but JVP has not, even though the Mapping Project’s entry for the ADL reads as follows:

Masquerading as a “civil rights” group, the ADL is a counterinsurgency and espionage organization whose mission is to protect the mutual interests of the US and Israeli governments, and to eliminate solidarity among oppressed peoples, especially concerning Palestine. The ADL spies on and criminalizes activists (using its connections to governments, police, schools, and corporations) while undermining their work by pushing its own state-sanctioned, pro-“Israel” agenda. And while the ADL claims to represent Jews and to fight “antisemitism” on their behalf, the organization has supported anti-Jewish state violence and sanitized Nazis. The ADL cannot be reformed: it must be dismantled and whatever resources it has should go towards repairing the many harms it has done. (Emphasis added.)

Of course, JVP has also engaged in similar conspiracy-toned antisemitic dogwhistles, such as this fun bit from their first Deadly Exchange video:

So clearly (to me at least), they have no problems with The Mapping Project’s tone and presentation.  

And this isn’t even going into JVP’s routine promotion of blood libel, their egregious double standards, their approving of pogroms, their active support for Hamas terrorists and demonization of Hamas’ victims, their attempted revisionism of Jewish history, their abject rejection of Jewish culture, and their other actions that show not just bias, but outright hatred for 90% of the world’s Jews.  

As one commentator put it, JVP as an organization is very much like Autism Speaks is to Autistic people--a thinly disguised hate group that views the people they’re supposedly speaking for as the problem, and themselves as promoting the Solution.  To this moderator, they’re the equivalent of the Association of German National Jews, who were also known as the Jews for Hitler; they wanted to abandon Judaism and embrace Naziism... and they got sent to the gas chambers anyway.  

Mod Joseph

Sources:

www.adl.org/resources/backgrounder/jewish-voice-peace

www.jewishvoiceforpeace.org/wp-content/uploads/2017/11/Mikveh-Guide-for-Jewish-Voice-for-Peace-Outlined.pdf

(and also just... a general experience/exposure to them on social media, where even the most progressive actions taken by Israel, such as the recent ruling regarding queer Palestinians being able to claim sanctuary in Israel, being labeled as “pinkwashing”)

[fawnsuga]

Missing Interviews of Columbine

Numerous interviews, particularly those involving key individuals, remain unreleased. Below is a list compiled over the years. Some of these interviews may be embedded within other interviews or found in random sections of the reports, which is common in many cases. This list is not exhaustive; there are potentially hundreds of missing interviews featuring crucial witnesses and figures related to this case.

Robyn Anderson - Page 19

Tim Conner - 911 caller, CD 1, Tape 6, approx. 75:00 - Reported seeing a suspect escaping.

Scott Fuselier - TCM associate and son of Dwayne Fuselier, head of the FBI investigation into Columbine.

Ryan Ezzie - Follow-up: Ezzie observed four shooters at the West entrance (11k, p. 2967); there was no subsequent follow-up.

Alleged Student in the Car with Neil Gardner - Allegedly, an injured student was present in Gardner's car, but the injuries do not correspond with those of known victims, and no one claims to have been in the vehicle.

"Firetruck Boy" - A male student exited the East entrance, was frisked, and placed in the cab of a truck. Dispatch tapes identify this individual as Nathan and suggest he is "one of the bad guys."

Joel Cline and Rob Phye - Reported by Kathy Johnson and Rob Phye (11k, p. 440) as having communicated with Brooks Brown by phone during the shootings, stating that "something big was going to happen, and he did not think those guys were going to come out alive."

Wayne and Kathy Harris - October 1999

Michelle Taylor - Triage nurse

Mrs. Herring - 4th Period Algebra I - Mentioned in Mark Kintgen's interview.

Lt. Monte Fleming - One of three officers who assisted Patrick Ireland.

Ryan Knautson - One of three officers who assisted Patrick Ireland.

Charlie Martinez - One of three officers who assisted Patrick Ireland.

Dr. Pi and Darcy Fisher - Treated Patrick Ireland at the hospital. Other missing interviews include Dr. Prall, a neurosurgeon, and Diane Greenburg, the nurse who provided the officer with the bullet that was removed. Dr. Schraa, assigned to follow-up treatment with Ireland, is also unaccounted for.

Beth Klepper - Had lunch with Patrick Ireland.

15/136 Triaged Individuals

Greg Barnes' Original Interview - Only the follow-up interview is available.

Mark Taylor's Original Interview - Only the follow-up interview is available.

Peggy Dodd's Original Interview - Only the follow-up interview is available.

Gary Talocco's Original Interview - Only the follow-up interview is available.

Rachael Boles - Her mother declined to permit an interview.

Daniel Guon Clem (p. 13083) - Title sheet without an interview; friend of Horst Rossmueller (11k, p. 8977).

Delores LNU (p. 13145) - Had information on Dustin Gorton; no follow-up conducted.

Greg Garnet (p. 13188) - Title sheet without an interview.

Victor Good (p. 17919) - Identified as having important information; lead pursued by CBI agent Jerry Means, yet not referenced in Means' own interviews beginning on p. 8932.

Brian Heritage (p. 13231) - Title sheet without an interview.

Alicia Hewitt (p. 13232) - Title sheet without an interview.

Mona Kali (p. 13264) - Title sheet without an interview.

Jonathan Kings - Possible Bear Creek TCM participant.

Karen Kraeczowski (p. 13290) - Title sheet without an interview.

Eric Kruger (p. 13291) - Title sheet without an interview. However, Arvada PD Detective Walt Parsons interviewed him at CHS (p. 8815).

Aaron Maley - Title sheet without an interview.

Greg Phillips (p. 13435) - Title sheet without an interview.

Lauren Pool (p. 13441) - Title sheet without an interview.

Logan Richins (p. 13465) - Title sheet without an interview.

Joe Schmallmoser - R1 Security Supervisor - Title sheet without an interview.

Tammy Solano-Gonzales (p. 13545) - Title sheet without an interview.

[REDACTED] - Informed his girlfriend about the attack and claimed involvement in making explosives, but there was no follow-up (p. 13556).

Aleeca Thomas (p. 13569) - Title sheet without an interview; reported seeing a trench coat wearer in a tan car.

Carmen Zamora (p. 13650) - Title sheet without an interview.

[botanyshitposts]

lichen people with para-phenylenediamine (PD) in their possession how did you get it. fisher scientific has 5g of it for sale which is perfect for the lichen crowd but it costs like $60 in hazmat fees to ship and the other site i found only sells to like, businesses and wont even consider selling to just some guy

(CONTEXT: PARA-PHENYLENEDIAMINE IS USED TO IDENTIFY LICHENS, IS NOT A DESIGNER DRUG OF SOME SORT ALTHOUGH THAT WOULD BE FUNNY)

[innerchildabortionclinic]

why do you hate schizoid pd? i have my own reasons but curious on your take

what is the point of the diagnosis? unless someone's quality of life is poor, there is nothing inherently wrong with living a solitary life. it can come as a result of psychosis yes (I self-isolated for around 5 years after my psychotic break) but it's not the kind of loneliness where you feel trapped. you only feel bad because everyone tells you you're missing a part of you that supposedly makes you a normal human: desire to socialize and form connections. but some people for a variety of potential reasons are socially anhedonic and withdrawn and you're going to create unnecessary discomfort attempting to change that or identify it as disordered simply because it doesn't match social expectations

[starlitsprout]

In Case of Emergency (II)

(Spencer Reid x Medic! Reader)

Warnings: violence, mentions of assault, blood, slow burn, cursing, and eventual smut 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!

word count: 3,300

Amidst an increase of injuries out in the field, a new team member is assigned to the BAU. A medic. Tasked with keeping the team alive, but when an unexpected threat challenges her ability to think on her feet, the team is forced to rethink their assumptions of their newest member.

Next | Previous | Beginning

Chapter Two: First Case

The team landed in Chicago just after sunset, stepping onto the tarmac as the crisp night air settled over the city.

Four women had been murdered in the past two weeks, all strangled and posed in public spaces- parks, alleyways, bus stops. No signs of sexual assault, no robbery, and no apparent personal connection between the victims. The Chicago PD was stumped, and the media was already running with the story.

Inside the local precinct, the officer in charge of the case briefed the team. A tired-looking man in his fifties, he ran a hand through his graying hair as he pulled up the crime scene photos, re-introducing the team to the case.

"All four victims were young women, ages twenty-four to thirty. They were found early in the morning by city workers or pedestrians. No eyewitnesses, no camera even caught the attacks," the officer explained. "The coroner ruled the cause of death as strangulation by ligature, but we haven't been able to identify what was used."

You stood towards the back of the precinct's conference room, taking in the gruesome images. The bodies had been positioned deliberately- hands folded across their stomachs, legs straight, eyes closed. Almost... peaceful.

JJ spoke up first. "He's not just dumping them- he's posing them. That suggests remorse. "

Hotch nodded. "Or it's a ritual."

Morgan studied the photos, frowning. "What about defensive wounds?"

The officer shook his head. "Minimal. No signs of a struggle. We don't think they were bound or incapacitated beforehand, either. It's like they didn't fight back."

You glanced at Reid, who tapped his fingers against the table, his mind already working.

"That could suggest a method of control, something that keeps them compliant," Redi said, his voice quickening with thought. "There are cases where killers use intimidation, coercion, or even psychological manipulation to subdue victims. But there's also the possibility of a chemical agent."

Your interest piqued. "A sedative?"

Reid nodded, flipping through the coroner's reports. "If the toxicology results aren't conclusive, we should check for less common paralytic agents- hydroxybutyrate, scopolamine, and even muscle relaxants. Some tend to metabolize quickly and wouldn't show up in standard tests."

Hotch turned to you. "We won't be heading out into the field until we get more information on the unsub. Could you go to the coroner's office and follow up?"

You nodded, standing, happy to be able to help the team. "On it."

Reid stood up quickly as well. "I'll go with her."

Hotch barely blinked before nodding, and out the corner of your eye, you could see Morgan smirking. "Alright. The rest of us will go to the crime scenes and see what we can find there."

As the team split up, you and Reid made your way to the coroner's office, walking side by side down the cold Chicago streets.

“You really think there could be a paralytic agent?” you asked.

Reid adjusted his satchel, his expression focused. “It would explain the lack of defensive wounds. Even in cases where a killer has overwhelming physical strength, victims typically scratch, claw, or attempt to break free. These women didn’t.”

You nodded, thoughtful. “If we find proof of that, it could tell us a lot about who we're looking for.”

Reid glanced at you with a small smile. “You catch on fast.”

You smirked. “Was that a compliment, Dr. Reid?”

His lips twitched. “Maybe.”

You laughed, and for a brief moment, the weight of the case felt just a little lighter.

The coroner's office was cold. The kind of artificial chill designed to preserve the dead and make the living feel uncomfortable. The air was thick with formaldehyde, and antiseptic.

You had spent enough time in med school around cavaliers to be unfazed, but the smell still lingered in the back of your throat. It always did.

The city's medical examiner greeted you both with a weary nod, leading you toward the sterile steel tables where the latest victim lay.

You and Reid stepped up beside the body as the medical examiner pulled back the crisp white covering. You immediately noted the pallor of the skin, the slight lividity around the neck, and the absence of external wounds beyond the ligature marks.

Reid spoke first. "Any signs of petechial hemorrhaging?"

The examiner nodded, gesturing toward the victim's eyes. “Yes, consistent with strangulation. But what’s strange is the lack of bruising around the trachea. Typically, in manual strangulation cases, we’d see deep tissue damage. The hyoid bone is intact.”

You leaned in, studying the marking with a clinical eye. "That means the unsub wasn't using brutal force. He applied even, calculated pressure- enough to cut off oxygen without crushing the windpipe."

You frowned slightly, slipping a glove from your bag and brushing your gloved fingers near the victim's clavicle. “See this slight indentation here? That suggests a flexible ligature—probably soft, something like a silk scarf, a thin rope, or medical tubing.”

Reid nodded. “That would make sense if he has medical knowledge. He would know how to strangle without causing excessive bruising, making it look almost… peaceful.”

You exhaled, removing your glove. “Which matches the way he posed them.”

The examiner glanced at you both. “You were right to suggest testing for chemicals—I ran an extended toxicology panel, and there were trace amounts of scopolamine in her system.”

You and Reid exchanged a sharp look.

“Scopolamine,” you muttered. “That changes everything.”

You and Reid returned to the precinct with the new discovery, presenting your finding to the team.

The both of you stood before the team who had just come back from the scene. You began to explain your findings. "Scopolamine is a powerful drug that can cause disorientation, suggestibility, and even temporary amnesia"

"If our unsub is using it, he could be convincing these women to follow him willingly," Spencer spoke, perfectly finishing your own thought process.

Prentiss frowned. “If he’s using scopolamine, that suggests a level of medical knowledge or access.”

You nodded. “It’s not something you just buy over the counter. He’s either making it himself, or he’s stealing it.”

Morgan reached into his pocket and retrieved his cell phone. "I'll call Garcia and ask him to check the hospital and pharmaceutical suppliers' records."

A few moments later, Garcia's voice came through the speakerphone. "Okay, I’ve got three reported thefts of scopolamine in the last six months—two from hospitals, one from a university lab. I threw in that last search to cover all our bases."

"Thank you, babygirl, you're the best." Morgan flirted before exchanging goodbyes with Garcia.

“That gives us a starting point. Let’s get a list of employees and students who had access.” Hotch spoke sternly.

Reid crossed his arms. “Given the control he has over his victims, he may have a background in psychology or persuasion techniques—maybe even a history of domestic abuse or coercion.”

Morgan leaned back. “You’re thinking he’s done this before?”

Reid nodded. “Not necessarily murder, but manipulation, control, coercion—this level of precision suggests experience.”

You shivered slightly. The idea of a man practicing on victims before escalating to murder was sickening.

JJ turned to the map. “If we can predict where he’ll strike next, we might be able to stop him.”

You studied the locations of the previous victims. Something clicked in your mind.

“These sites… they aren’t random.” You pointed at the map. “They’re all near major commuter areas—train stations, bus stops, places where people might be alone for a few minutes.”

Reid’s eyes widened slightly. “That’s… that’s good. That means he’s hunting in a pattern.”

Hotch nodded. “Morgan, Prentiss, take a team and set up near the Red Line train station—if he follows the pattern, that could be his next hunting ground.”

As the team moved into action, Reid turned to you, an impressed look in his eyes.

“You saw the pattern before anyone else,” he said quietly.

You shrugged. “I just… noticed.”

He smiled slightly. “I think you’re going to fit in just fine.”

You felt a warmth spread through you at the sincere praise from the resident genius of the BAU.

A black surveillance van was parked a block away from the suspected target site- a deserted alleyway near the Red Line train station. It was late, and the streets were quiet expect for the occasional car rolling past and the distant hum of the city's night life.

Inside the van, you were once again meticulously setting up your medical bag. Which was packed with epinephrine, suture kits, clotting agents, and emergency airway tools, among many other things. Everything had a place, arranged neatly for quick access in case things went sideways.

Reid sat across from you, watching as you adjusted the straps on your Kevlar vest. His eyes darted to the array of supplies, curiosity flickering across his face.

"You carry all of that with you on every case?" he asked.

"Pretty much. Never know what could happen; it's best to be overprepared than under. Even if it means my bag weighs tons." You smiled, zipping up the bag and adjusting the strap across your body.

He nodded, shifting in his seat. "That's smart. But also, extremely prepared."

You smirked. "That's what being a combat medic does to you. It might not be exactly the same as chasing serial killers, but if there's one thing the military drilled into me, it's always be prepared for the worst."

Reid blinked, processing. He tilted his head slightly in your direction. "It explains a lot, though."

"Like what?" you teased, resting your chin on your hand.

He hesitated before continuing. "Like why you're calm under pressure. and why Hotch trusts you in the field despite your..." He trailed off, suddenly looking unsure of his words.

You giggled. "Despite my 'cute and innocent' demeanor?" Recalling what Garcia had said about you previously, all of which the team, including Reid, had agreed with.

Reid gave you a sheepish look. "I didn't mean-"

"Oh, don't worry, Spence, I'm well aware of how the team sees me." You leaned in slightly, lowering your voice, a surge of playfulness and confidence overtaking you. "I'm just the innocent little medic, not a tough profiler. But between you and me?"

Reid swallowed hard as you got closer to him.

"I'm tougher than I look," you whispered, smirking slightly, then leaning back to rest your back against the van's wall.

Reid visibly blushed, the tips of his ears turning red as he fumbled for a response, once again surprised by you. There used to be a time when he would only allow one specific person to call him Spence, but when you said it, something shifted within him...he didn't mind it.

Reid cleared his throat, clearly trying to regain his composure. "W-Well, statistically, people tend to make assumptions based on outward appearances, but the reality is often much more nuanced."

You laughed softly. "I might have only gotten to know you for a small period, but I'm guessing that was a very Reid way of saying 'don't judge a book by its cover.'"

Before he could reply, Garcia, who had hacked into the city's surveillance, began to speak through the comms.

"Alright, my lovelies, we've got movement near the target location- unidentified male approaching a woman near the alleyway. Could be our guy.

You and Reid immediately snapped into work mode, grabbing your gear and pushing the van doors open.

The moment you stepped onto the street, making your way to the alleyway, you saw it.

A woman slumped against a wall, body limp.

"Reid, cover me." You said, rushing toward her, Reid nodding behind you, pulling out his gun, walking slowly to check the rest of the alleyway and informing the rest of the team on the situation.

You dropped to your knees beside the woman.

Immediately checked her pulse- weak and erratic. Her breathing was shallow, and her lips were turning blue.

Scopolamine.

"Stay with me," you murmured, pulling a vial of naloxone from your medical bag. With a steady hand, you injected the reversal drug into her thigh.

Seconds felt like an eternity as you monitored her, willing her to breathe. Then-

A sharp gasp.

Her chest rose violently, lung sucking in oxygen as she coughed.

You sighed in relief, hand on her shoulder. "You're okay. Just breathe."

But just as you began to catch your own breath-

A shadow creeps around the corner of the alleyway.

Your instincts screamed.

Before you could turn, you felt a hand grab your shoulder, yanking you backward.

The unsub.

Adrenaline surged through you as your military training kicked in. You twisted your body, using the unsub's momentum against him as you threw a sharp elbow into his ribs. He stumbled into the wall.

You didn't hesitate. Spinning on your heel, driving a kick into his stomach, crashing him to the ground.

The second he hit the pavement, you reached for you gun-

But before you could fire, Reid's voice rang out.

"Y/N!"

The unsub suddenly sprang back up, shoving you down to the floor and lunging straight for Reid.

No.

Your body moved before you could think.

Gun still in hand. Finger on the trigger.

BANG

The gunshot echoed through the alley, and the unsub collapsed, a bullet lodged in his shoulder.

Before you could stand back up, the rest of the team arrived, Morgan and Hotch moving to secure the unsub while Rossi and Prentiss checked on the victim. Sirens echoed in the background.

But Reid? He was immediately at your side, eyes scanning you for injuries.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice tight.

You nodded, adrenaline still surging. "Yeah, I'm fine. My back might not be in the morning, though." You attempted to joke to help shift the mood.

He exhaled, relief washing over his face. Then, he offered his hand.

You took it, letting him pull you to your feet.

"You saved my life," he spoke.

You smiled. "Told you I was tougher than I look."

Reid's lips parted slightly, like he wanted to say something else, but Morgan's voice cut in.

"Damn, doc, remind me never to underestimate you again."

You grinned, glancing at Reid. "Did you hear that! I think they might be starting to come around!"

Reid playfully shook his head as you cheered, awe still written all over his face.

And maybe, just maybe, a little bit of something else.

The hum of the jet engines filled the cabin, a low, steady vibration beneath your feet as you settled into your seat across from Reid. The team was exhausted but in good spirits—case closed, unsub caught, and, thanks to you, no fatalities.

You could still feel the adrenaline thrumming through you.

Rossi leaned back with a smirk. “You know,” he mused, looking at you, “I was skeptical at first, but you handled yourself damn well back there.”

JJ nodded, smiling warmly. “I have to agree. You didn’t just patch people up—you kept a cool head, you read the scene, and you made the right call under pressure.”

Morgan grinned, pointing at you. “Give her some more training, and she could be one hell of a profiler.”

You blinked, surprised at the praise. “Oh, uh… thanks?”

Prentiss chuckled. “He’s right. You’ve got the instincts. The way you handled that unsub? Textbook situational awareness.”

Even Hotch, ever stoic, gave a small nod of approval. “If you’re interested, we can start incorporating more profiling training into your role.”

Your heart swelled a little at that. You had expected to be babied by the team for a while—especially after the whole ‘sweet and innocent’ first impression—but now? They actually saw you as capable.

“Wow, I—yeah, I’d love that,” you said, beaming.

Morgan smirked. “Still can’t believe you took down an unsub twice in one night.”

You laughed. “Beginner’s luck?”

“Yeah, sure,” Morgan drawled, shaking his head with amusement.

Reid had been quiet throughout the conversation, but you could feel his eyes on you. When you glanced over, he was already looking, an unreadable expression on his face.

"Impressed, Reid?" you teased.

Reid blinked. "I-um-yes, actually," he admitted. "Your level of medical expertise combined with your ability to assess danger is- well, statisically- extremely rare. It's very impressive."

His genuine admiration made your chest feel warm. You weren't used to someone analyzing your skills and appreciating them.

You smiled, leaning back in your seat. "High praise coming from you; you're the genius."

There was a moment of quiet between you, comfortable yet charged, before you shifted the conversation.

"So Dr. Reid," you said with a bit of humor. "Do you have any exciting post-case plans? Or is it all work and no play?"

Reid huffed a small laugh. “Well, statistically speaking, agents of the Behavioral Analysis Unit have a high tendency to engage in solitary activities after emotionally taxing cases, such as reading or watching television.”

You grinned. “Is that your fancy way of saying you’re planning a solo book night?”

Reid hesitated before giving a small nod. “Yes, actually. But I was also thinking about rewatching some Doctor Who episodes.”

Your eyes immediately lit up. “Wait—Doctor Who? Are you a Whovian?”

Reid blinked. “A what?”

You gasped, hand flying to your chest in mock offense. “Reid. Whovians—fans of Doctor Who. You’re telling me you watch the show and don’t even know what we’re called?”

Reid’s brow furrowed. “I—well, I suppose I knew the term existed, but I never personally identified with it.”

You squinted at him playfully. “Mm-hmm. Sounds like a closet Whovian to me.”

His lips twitched, amusement flickering in his eyes. “And what would that make you?”

You grinned. “Oh, I’m loud and proud. I take my Doctor Who very seriously.”

Reid tilted his head slightly. “Do you have a favorite Doctor?”

"The tenth," you answered immediately.

Reid gave a knowing nod. “I suspected as much. You seem like a Ten fan.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? What does that mean?”

“Well, Ten is often considered the most charismatic, the most sentimental. He leads with heart rather than just intellect,” Reid mused. “You… seem like the type of person who values that in people.”

You stared at him, momentarily caught off guard by his insight. “Huh,” you murmured. “That’s… weirdly accurate.”

Reid smiled faintly. “I do profile people for a living.”

You shook your head, still smiling. “Okay, genius, what about you? Who’s your favorite?”

Reid shifted slightly, a little more reserved. “Eleven.”

You grinned. “I knew it! You totally give Eleven energy.”

Reid’s eyebrows lifted. “How so?”

You crossed one leg over the other, studying him. “You’re ridiculously smart, sometimes talk a mile a minute, and you’ve got that whole charmingly awkward but incredibly endearing thing going for you.”

Reid opened his mouth, then closed it again, clearly thrown. A slight flush crept up his neck. “I—uh—”

You laughed. “Don’t worry, it’s a compliment.”

He cleared his throat. “Right. Well—um, thank you.”

You leaned forward slightly, dropping your voice just enough to make it feel just a little bit suggestive. “You know, I was actually planning a Doctor Who marathon soon.”

Reid’s eyes flicked up to meet yours, curiosity sparking in them. “Oh?”

“Mhm.” You tilted your head. “Comfy clothes, way too many snacks, yelling at the TV when things get emotional. The full experience.” You let a beat pass before adding, “Could be fun to have some company.”

Reid blinked, his brain clearly processing at full speed. “Company? As in…?”

You smiled. “As in you, Spencer.”

Reid’s lips parted slightly. “Oh.”

You bit back a laugh at how comically stunned he looked. “Unless you’d rather watch alone.”

“No!” he said quickly, then seemed to catch himself. He straightened slightly, schooling his expression. “I mean—I’d like that. It sounds… fun.”

You smiled, a little softer this time. “Good. Then it’s a plan.”

Reid’s gaze lingered on you for a moment, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. “Yeah… a plan.”

Authors Note:

Ooooof, this was a long one! Haha! Sorry about that one. I really have fallen in love with this series, and once I started writing, I couldn't stop. I hope y'all enjoyed some reader and Spencer nerdy fluff at the end! I thought it would be a nice addition to such a case-driven chapter. Also, writing the case part was a bit of a challenge! But I tried my best and I hope it was good! I'm planning out the next chapter already, but I'm a bit torn between writing some more fluff or doing another case-driven one. Oh well, we'll see! If anyone has any suggestions, please do let me know! I'm open to any and all ideas!

Thank you for reading! <3

[zummmii]

Calls | S.R

Pairing: S1!Spencer Reid X Reader (use of yn, kinda had to)

Summary: After years of not calling Spencer shows up at your police department to help with a case, you avoid eachother until you can’t.

Wc: 2.5k (wow)

Warnings: Kidnapping, victim gets burned alive, murder by gun, weapons, death, sassy Spencer, the case they are working on is heavily influenced by Hannibal Season 1 Episode 4, ‘Oeuf’, not proof read

The bullpen flooded with life, with officers running in and out with new insights connected to the biggest case in the precinct. The case was a big one, in fact it was the biggest one since Gacy, or better known as The Killer Clown.

But with it being a big case, the media breathing down the Police Departments neck, and the public panicking about their safety, it brought in the professionals. Which you would have been fine with, you had no problem with the FBI, you had no problem with profilers.

You only had a problem with him. And it was quite obvious he had a problem with you too.

It’s not that you left each other on a bad note, because you did, but that is not the point. You and Spencer go way back, all the way to Nevada where you were both well into your late teens, doing stupid teenager things without thinking. But despite a few moments that were spent with little to no thought you had no intention to be friends or even friendly towards each other. Though towards the end of your school years you both vowed to keep in touch.

Spencer was always better than you, always one up-ing you, and making sure to rub it into your face as much as he possibly could. You always let him, his mom was too nuts to acknowledge his achievements and his dad- well you never actually met his dad. So you figured he just wanted someone to listen to him.

Though that’s not what annoyed you when he walked into the bullpen, his team in front of him as he tailed in, head down and reading a pamphlet in his hands which he would have picked up from the entrance of the PD.

It was the fact he acted like he didn’t even know you. You’d sent a small smile his way but he just put his head down and gave his undivided attention to, who you’d learnt to be, Agent Gideon. But before you could think too deep into his ignorance and start overthinking about what you may have done in the past 7 years to cause this, your attention was snatched by a police officer.

You follow the crowd, taking a spot in a secluded space in the back, note book tucked into your arm, pen tapping aimlessly against the pages. Since you were one of the higher ups in the precinct you were allowed to take part in the pre-discussion where the unit chief talks to the higher ups before briefing the rest of the department, which in this instance, is The BAU.

But still, since the brief awkward awakening of your previous interaction with your childhood anti-nemesis you chose to keep your distance. Standing off the side seemed to be the best option, the notebook in your grip containing the basic evidence you’d gathered yourself.

In the case a series of family murders had taken place. Two families were found murdered, both with the mothers killed last and the only link between the families is that they both have sons who have been on the missing persons list for approximately a year.

In your notes you’d written down that there are at least four murderers, which the BAU already know, from which you can hear. But you believe at least three of them are children, boys. But that’s all you know so far, what else could you know?

What you did know, the one leading this, the one in charge, is a woman. A mother like figure.

“-I think we’re ready to deliver the profile.” Agent Gideon nodded, his hands placed firmly on the desk in front of him as he hunched over it. His voice held a confidence you couldn’t identify.

Your Unit Chief holds a single finger up, his chubby fingers wrapping around the top of your note book, pulling it out your grasp with a satisfied sigh when he sees the page it’s open on filled with scribbled handwriting. “Just a second agent, please.” The fake pride in his voice filled your ears with a ringing sound. “This is Y/n L/n, our detective in- well, everything.” He shrugged, flicking through the pages until he reached the sub title: Profile.

Feeling all eyes on you, you shift on your feet, hands finding their way to your pockets to hide the facts you wanted to pick at your nails until there were none left out of pure awkward anxiety. You give a small nod, your lips pulled into a tight lined smile.

The group before you were rather intimidating, all well known within the police and federal department of the jobs of the world. Agent Gideon and his genius in profiling. Agent Hotchner ability to negotiate with anyone he wanted. Derek Morgan’s speciality in obsessive behaviours. And then Spencer. You didn’t think much of him anymore, which is the decision you’d thought of out of pure petty-ness in the past 22 hours.

Agent Gideon only stands up straight, his hands coming up to fold across his chest as his eyes land on you in the corner of the room, having only just noticed you. “Huh.” He murmurs, turning to his side to look at Spencer who only shrugs.

Your unit chief hands over the note book. “Uh, there may be a few things in there you might find-“

“Why don’t we let Agent L/n tell us?” A straight forward voice broke through the unit chiefs voice, the familiarity in it breaking past the ringing that echoed in your ears. Spencer held a dismissive expression as he stared at the chief, hands clasped together in front of him.

Taken a back the chief simply closes his mouth and nods, taking a step back.

As your eyes land on Spencer you want to throw something at him. He comes in here pretending he doesn’t know you, and then defends you, against your boss?

Before your eyes could speak for you and glare with a tone that would only say hateful words Spencer turned his neck to look down at the notebook in Agent Gideon’s hands.

“It’s not much, really.” You mumble, but the words fall under deaf ears as a phone starts ringing. Morgan flicks a phone out his pocket and holds it up to his mouth with a soft sigh. “Garcia, baby girl, please tell me something I want to hear”

Looking down you shift on your feet. “You are a statuesque god of sculpted chocolate thunder?” A voice on the other end of the phone replied within a beta of a second, not a smidge of hesitation in her tone.

Your head shot up, your eyes surprisingly finding Spencer’s but instead of your shocked expression he simply shook his head and gently took the note book from Agent Gideon’s hands. He joined you at your side, placing the note book on the table in front of you both. “What makes you think it’s children?”

Looking down at where his finger was pointing you pull up a small smile, fake but still you put on your best efforts. “Wouldn’t you like to know, Genius.” The words left your mouth before you could stop yourself.

But Spencer only sighed, straightening his lips into a thin line of disappointment. He opened his mouth to reply but was quickly cut off by a sharp whistle. “She talks.” Morgan grins placing the phone on the table.

Agent Gideon looks up to the Chief. “If you don’t mind we would like to talk further into the case with Agent L/n for a few moments.” He said with an assertive tone. As if he was telling and not asking.

The Chief could do no more than nod, put his head down, and walk out, having burnt out his 20 minutes of fame.

As the door clicked close behind him the same voice from the phone sparked again. “Okay so who was snappy-snaper-son and why are they angry at our Boy Wonder?”

“Garcia.” Hotch grumbled from the sidelines, rubbing the side of his head in irritation.

There was a beat of silence before the voice spoke again. “Right, sorry, okay. Whoever you are, I like your fire. I’m Penelope Garcia, technical analysts, but my friends call me wonderful.” She spoke, again flawlessly. Her bubbly voice just made you swell and forget about the anger you held for the lanky boy who stood shoulder to shoulder beside you, his eyes focused on the notebook you had.

spencer now wasn’t your top thought, this random lady on the phone was. And all you could think about was getting to meet her and trash talking Spencer or anyone you please with her.

“Anyway, I got a video in, I sent it to you all. A convenience store just 15 miles from the last crime scene. The footage pretty much explains itself. Three boys, one woman.” As the mysterious woman on the other end of the phone, Penelope Garcia, continued further into her description Spencer’s stare only bored further into the side of your head.

“Poor boy looked terrified.” Garcia’s frown can be heard through the phone.

After the phone hung up with a few flirtatious words spewing from Morgan’s mouth like impulse all attention was on you, most importantly Spencer.

“How did you know that?” He demands, placing the note book down on the desk again.

You squint your eyes at him, every bit of dislike spiking back up and bubbling over like a boiling pot left on the stove at maximum heat for too long. “Okay.” The word leaves your mouth quietly and you turn to look down at your notes. “Two family murders, two missing boys. In both crime scenes the mothers are left till last and shot in the forehead: instant kill.” Your explanation starts off brief, the entire room going quiet as they listen to you. “The mother dies last, like some sort of ritual goodbye. But in the first family murder the body of Scott Wilkins was found in the fire place. The fourth ‘Lost boy’.” You use air quotes.

“Miss Wilkins was shot twice, once in the thigh and once in the head. I just.. guessed. The execution shot was the Unsub, Scott didn’t step up to the plate to kill his mother and take the Unsub on as his new mother so she killed him too. Left him behind. And since that footage came in, the only family left is 10 year old, Graham Lester’s, 30 miles away from the last crime scene. They’re probably already there.”

Spencer only nods slowly, the silence of the room crowding in comfortable understanding as everyone takes in what you just said. You fidget with your fingers in front of you.

Agent Hotchner sighs. “Well, you just single handedly solved the entire case.” He says flatly, though you could hear an undertone of respect.

With a nod of agreement Agent Gideon turns to you as well. “We’ll still give out a quick profile, and then we’ll set out to stop the next murder.” He looked around for agreement and received firm nods from everyone.

The door opened and a woman with dark hair poked her head in. “We’re getting impatient out here.” She says, a cool atmosphere holding her to the loud voices of awaiting officers in the office.

Everyone except Reid joined her outside, leaving just the two of you in the conference room alone. The silence was now unbearable. The boy who once knew everything about you, won’t even look at you.

His eyes stayed glued to the notebook, as if looking anywhere else would shatter the resistance in the room around you both.

Swallowing the lump in your throat you shake your head. “What happened to yeah I’ll call?” You murmur, a sharp edge covering your words.

He winced internally, he never meant to stop calling, he wanted to stay friends and possibly become more than that, but he pussied out. "I got caught up with the job," he finally admitted, eyes still refusing to meet yours.

You almost scoff, the calling system had worked so well for a year, and then he slowly starts to deteriorate into never calling again. Maybe a message on Christmas or your birthday. But, other than that, he won’t pick up.

“Is that it?” Your words become heavier with years worth of regret and anger seething beneath you into one big ball of pure emotion. “That’s all you have to say? It was the job? Because I thought we were doing fine. It was working.”

You didn’t take a step back and instead stayed where you were, staring up at him, shoulder to shoulder. “It’s a bad excuse.” He admits quietly, not having the courage to break the silence with a louder voice.

“It’s a-“ You pause, trying to summon the right words, your hands coming up to his chest the shove him away. “Shitty, that’s what it is.”

Though Spencer didn’t argue all he did was slowly take ahold of your fighting hands, holding b them in his own. “Very, very shitty. But now is not the time to tell me off, Y/n. We’re working.” He states with a shit eating grin and a teasing tone, bringing his face down to yours. “Time and a place.” He whispers.

All words leave your mind and you stare at him in disbelief. You try to hoard any words you can to make any sentence, but you can’t. Not when he’s this close, not when his cologne is invading every sense available. Spencer’s hands hold your own so gently you feel almost numb. You feel stupid for calling his excuse shitty, even though it was.

The door opened and your hands place firm enough to Spencer’s chest to shove him away, acting as if you weren’t invading eachother personal space like it was a normal Tuesday. It was Agent Hotchner. “Reid, Agent L/n, we’ve delivered the profile. Please Prepare to head out to the Lesters.” Agent Hotchner gave a firm nod as he spoke, reminding you both that you were in the middle of a case.

“We’ll be right out.” Spencer nods, holding a shirt thumbs up and offering a curt nod.

Agent Hotchner nods towards Spencer and turns his attention towards you. “The BAU’s Media Liaison will be in touch. Please don’t shy away from replying.” A ghost of a rare smile splashed across his lips before he disappeared again.

Standing in stunned silence you let out a huffed hum. Not sure whether to be jumping with joy or crying out of pure overwhelming emotion. “Why are you always so moody? You should be squealing.”

And just like that, within seconds your eyes widened. “Do not make me slap you in front do all those people out there.” You motion to all the officers outside in the bullpen.

Though Spencer only shrugged and walked past you, his hands running over the lower half of your back as he did. “Okay.”

Maybe you did just get offered a job, maybe you will actually get to meet that Mystery Garcia lady, or maybe Spencer is a forever asshole. Regardless, you take a deep breath and focus on the task at hand, you can deal with him later, now is not the time



[covid-safer-hotties]

Also preserved in our archive

HIV/AIDS & COVID-19, particularly long COVID, share several significant similarities, especially in terms of viral persistence, T cell damage, immune system dysfunction, & activation of other pathogens. These parallels are important for understanding the long-term effects of both infections and their impact on the immune system.

1. Viral Persistence

Both HIV & SARS-CoV-2 can persist in the body, leading to chronic symptoms & immune system complications. In HIV, the virus establishes reservoirs in various tissues, allowing it to evade immune detection and antiretroviral therapy (ART), leading to lifelong infection. Similarly, recent studies at Brigham and Women’s Hospital suggest that a subset of people with long COVID may harbor persistent SARS-CoV-2 proteins in their blood, potentially explaining ongoing symptoms months after the acute infection has resolved[4][10]. This viral persistence is thought to drive chronic inflammation and immune dysfunction in both.

In long COVID, viral reservoirs have been identified in multiple organs, including the gut, blood, & nervous system[12]. This mirrors HIV's ability to persist in tissue reservoirs such as lymphoid tissues. For both viruses, this persistence can lead to prolonged immune activation & may contribute to ongoing symptoms like fatigue, cognitive issues, & cardiovascular problems.

2. T Cell Damage & Exhaustion

Both HIV and SARS-CoV-2 cause significant damage to T cells, particularly CD4+ T cells. In HIV infection, CD4+ T cells are directly targeted by the virus, leading to their depletion over time and resulting in severe immunodeficiency if untreated. Similarly, severe COVID-19 has been associated with a reduction in CD4+ T cells due to excessive immune activation and exhaustion[1][2]. In both, CD8+ T cells also become dysfunctional due to chronic exposure to viral antigens.

T cell exhaustion is a common feature in both infections. In HIV, chronic infection leads to high levels of inhibitory receptors like PD-1 on T cells, contributing to their reduced functionality[2]. In severe COVID-19 cases, similar markers of T cell exhaustion (e.g., PD-1 and TIM-3) are observed[1]. This exhaustion impairs the body's ability to clear the virus effectively and contributes to prolonged illness.

3. Immune System Dysfunction

Both HIV/AIDS & long COVID can lead to profound immune system dysfunction. In HIV infection, even with effective ART, individuals often experience chronic immune activation and systemic inflammation due to incomplete immune recovery[6][9]. This persistent immune activation is linked to increased susceptibility to other infections and long-term health complications.

Similarly, long COVID is believed to involve ongoing immune dysregulation even after the acute phase of SARS-CoV-2 infection has passed. Some studies suggest that persistent viral proteins may continue stimulating the immune system, leading to chronic inflammation[4][12]. This ongoing immune activation may explain why some individuals experience prolonged symptoms such as fatigue, brain fog, or cardiovascular issues even after clearing the virus from most tissues.

4. Activation of Other Pathogens

Both HIV/AIDS and long COVID are associated with the reactivation of latent pathogens due to weakened immune surveillance. In people living with HIV (PLWH), co-infections with viruses like Epstein-Barr virus (EBV) or cytomegalovirus (CMV) are common due to compromised immunity[7]. Similarly, studies have shown that reactivation of latent viruses such as EBV may contribute to long COVID symptoms[7]

In both conditions, the weakened immune system's inability to control these latent infections can exacerbate symptoms and complicate recovery. For example, EBV reactivation has been linked with neurocognitive symptoms in long COVID patients[7], while opportunistic infections such as Pneumocystis jirovecii pneumonia are common in advanced HIV/AIDS patients[3]

So, HIV/AIDS and long COVID share several key similarities regarding viral persistence, T cell damage, immune system dysfunction, and the reactivation of other pathogens. These shared features highlight the importance of understanding how chronic viral infections can lead to long-term health consequences through mechanisms like persistent viral reservoirs and ongoing immune activation. Insights from HIV research may help inform treatment strategies for long COVID, especially in targeting viral persistence with antiviral therapies or addressing chronic immune dysfunction.

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[thesummerstorms]

So the other thing is, in my headcanon verse, Dick and Jason (Todd) both definitely think Annabeth is dead.

She was a seven year old run away in the streets of Gotham. Neither Batman nor Jim Gordon were ever able to discover a single lead. Just from their mutual experience, the most likely options were death or trafficking that took her out of Gotham.

And at some point, after Tim became Robin (so Bruce and Dick were very tentatively starting to reconcile) but before Jason came back as Red Hood, GPD does finally find something.

Something is a damaged silver bracelet with Anna Elizabeth Wayne's initials engraved on one of the charms and a snapped link where a different charm (the elephant representing Dick Grayson) broke away.

It's an exact match for the gift Dick Grayson gave his baby sister the year she turned six, full of guilt about how little time he spent with her now that he and Bruce were barely speaking.

A hummingbird charm, in part as an indirect reference to Robin, in part because Anna reminded him of a hummingbird with her inability to sit still. A hummingbird in a flock of Robins and Bats.

A star and moon charm, for Kory who Anna idolized and who suggested the gift to begin with. Or for Bruce "I am the night" Wayne. Or as a reference to NIGHTwing. Dick's explanation changed based on his mood and the audience.

A tiny silver disk, engraved A.E.W.

A dog, just because Annabeth so badly wanted one of her own.

The bracelet is found in a crime scene full of teenage skeletons. There isn't a body that can be identified as Anna Wayne's- none are quite the right age, and none match Bruce's DNA sample- but some of the other victims are identified as run away children.

The conclusion seems pretty obvious to Jim Gordon.

Dick accepts it, grieves, and withdraws again, freezing Bruce out while he tries to come to terms with what happened.

Tim knows what's going on, but it all seems somewhat... detached somehow. As if he's watching a blurry bit of film. Like most of Gotham PD, his brain has glazed over most of the other details within the year. He doesn't have enough of a personal connection to see through Athena's manipulation of the Mist.

Bruce Wayne isn't accepting anything as fact until they actually find a body. Some gut instinct, the part of him that hold on to his subconscious impressions of Athena, tells him it isn't that simple.

He's right. The crime scene is actually a monster's nest, and one that Annabeth successfully escaped. But he doesn't know that. And he also isn't convincing anyone, including himself, that his denial doesn't stem purely from his guilt.

And then, with all of this context, a resurrected Jason Todd returns to Gotham in secret.

And, look, it's hard to imagine how his initial reunion with Bruce could have gone much worse...

But finding out that his baby sister, who despite all the other family bullshit he loved deeply, ran away from Bruce and was seemingly murdered in the same year as his own death?

Well... That's definitely not going to help.

[nymphbroadcast]

I had no idea how to go about this, but if it isn’t much to ask, could I request the Diasomnia boys with a Twilight Sparkle! Yuu/Reader headcanons. Romantic or platonic is completely up to you.

(P.S.A. Is it alright to put General Lilia instead of Present Lilia? I just really love Lilia in his General era, you don’t have to do this though.)

Diasomnia x MC! Like Twilight Sparkle

Sinopsis⊹ೃ🐉⋆ The Diasomnia boys with a MC! / Yuu Or S/O like Twilight Sparkle.

⊹Relationship⊹ೃ🐉⋆ Fall in love/ Free of interpretation.

⊹¡FEM! MC/Yuu/Lector ⊹ೃ 🐉

⋆⊹Clarifications: AAAAA I really loved this idea! Thank you anonymous for your request! Twilight is my favorite of the Mane Six and who I identify with sometimes, so I was really excited to imagine an MC! like Twilight with the Diasomnia boys, especially because of the plot that surrounds Twilight during the series, I kept many canon things about Twilight and Yuu from the game and the mangas, enjoy your request! PD: I'll also add Spike, because I love the older sister-little brother or mother-son relationship they both have ;)

⊹Twilight's Context⊹ೃ 🐉⋆

• Twilight is a character with great duality, she is very skilled in magic, she is intelligent and is always willing to acquire new knowledge, but that made her focus too much on just her studies and leave aside her social life, It is reiterated on several occasions that Twilight represents the Element of Magic and Dircord mentions that Twilight is the embodiment of magic, and in the comics Twilight's true magical ability is explored. On the other hand, more familiar, Twilight belongs to a family of high aristocracy, with her parents in noble positions and her brother as captain of the royal guard and she as the private student of Princess Celestia, who would later be her heir... At the beginning Twilight was apathetic to social events and even teamwork, which over time she began to fall aside and accept that friendship was not something like a distraction but rather an instrument to grow, both personally and intellectually. Twilight is a great leader, said on many occasions, she is able to recognize her mistakes and weaknesses, she also knows when to stop and does not put her pride before rationality for the common good, Although that does not mean that she does not have her negative sides, she can also worry too much and her tendency to worry about others often makes her fall into despair and paranoia, as well as when she is given a task of great responsibility and In her anxious process she begins to plan excessively and put all the responsibility on herself. Although as shown in the series, she always learns different lessons from her friends, who also help her constant personal improvement and as a future ruler.

Malleus Draconia

🐉 Oh someone catch this cute dragon boy because he's falling in love!

🐉 You are like a gift that his own magic has brought to him, you are so similar to him but so different from him too...

🐉 Something to sayis that you both are solitary (at least at the beginning) although you did it of your own free will and because of your desire to study, unlike him... Although that no longer matters, now you are his friend! and maybe... something else ;)... Something else that you both also share is your prodigiousness with magic, although since you were little you have the desire to learn more and you are talented and skilled through your own efforts and not just because you were born special.

🐉 Technically you come from a very high society, since being a star student of a famous princess **insert ur fav disney princess** surprises Malleus with your incredible social and magical position.

🐉 As your relationship progresses you introduce him to your little dragon companion, Malleus goes blank when he sees the young dragon even without his wings fully developed (don't even think about introducing him to Lilia, because Malleus's adoptive father will release the baby album Malleus) However, due to your friend's young age, Malleus does not see him as competition or in a jealous way. Over time, he may even come to see him as a son, believe me, he will become fond of him when he sees him being so close to you. and seeing you as a mother or older sister will soften Malleus' heart... Although, when you tell him that technically the little dragon is your son since as proof of the talent of your magic Malleus does not know what to say, since he has not even done something like effecting the birth of a being, he begins to respect you when he sees the magnitude of your knowledge and magic.

🐉 Although, returning to your flaws... Malleus doesn't know exactly what to do when he sees you enter a nervous and almost psychotic state when something happens that upsets you, he has never had to calm someone down before and the fact that that someone is you... Malleus decides to follow his instincts and Lilia's advice, words of comfort and physical touch, he hopes that that and his presence will calm your turbulent mind and to no one's surprise, it works.

🐉 As both have great magical potential, it would be necessary to see who has more knowledge, since Malleus has had some of the best magicians as teachers, but you have a Princess as a teacher and you have mastered countless spells with little effort, even mastering the light and dark magic (The return of the Crystal Empire, Twilight replicates Celestia's spell to open the door, in fact it is King Sombra's magic) and you handle different situations very well, which not only depend on your magic... Although anyway, you and Malleus meet to read and practice magic especially, since the magic that the Draconia possess makes you very curious and Malleus actually loves that instead of fearing his magic, it makes you very thirsty of knowledge.

🐉 Malleus is surprised how in a short time you have managed to learn the history of Twisted Wonderland and many of its nations, in fact you may be one of the few who really don't get bored in Professor Trein's classes, which is already an achievement, but see that you are seriously capable of storing all that data in your memory really amazes Malleus.

🐉 (Only a variant of the 'Cutie Mark' and a small suggestive hint are described here) Due to the type of NRC uniform your body is not exposed enough, but if you both reached 'that' moment, Malleus would quickly notice a cutie mark. a star and others around it on your hip, although he does not ask you directly, he investigates about this brand and discovers that in Twisted Wonderland this brand has been used multiple times to represent absolute magic, which leaves Malleus speechless and with heart pounding... Seeing that you are practically the incarnation of magic, he feels luckier that you are his and promises to take care of you and love you forever.

🐉 You are definitely someone very interesting in their eyes, in fact too much, you are always thirsty for knowledge and surrounded by books of all kinds, however from your side more people can see that you are a born Leader, loving and empathetic but firm and strict in the Maybe, for some reason, he feels that destiny has prepared a future for you as Ruler and he deeply hopes that it will be by his side.

🐉 Assuming that your promotion to princess would be soon, as well as Twilight's, you will have the big dragon boy attached to you for good and shouting to everyone in Twisted Wonderland that you will be his wife, he hugs you and coos at you whispering compliments and loving words of congratulations on your new status: "I always knew you would make it", "You look so beautiful even before you were an official princess" and "Now there is no excuse to hide that I love you, that we love each other, my dear~"

Lilia Vanrouge

(Present and General Lilia!)

🩸 The current Lilia would be fascinated in a good way by you, in his eyes he can really distinguish the pure magic that makes up your being and it amuses him to see how others seem to ignore it, even knowing that although you do not "belong" to Twisted Wonderland you are perfectly capable of using spells the size of Malleus himself.

🩸 While General Lilia would be intimidated and defensive, he is also able to sense your magic due to his proximity to Maleanor, but not knowing you or your intentions, it is normal for him to believe that you want to attack them, since that happens in wars and even more so. in one like that.

🩸 The present Lilia would have a lot of fun watching you deal with the Overblots and challenges that exist in the NRC, especially when you don't know the things like traditions and customs of Twisted Wonderland.

🩸 We already saw how shameless and to some extent cruel General Lilia can be, so don't be surprised when he doesn't believe that you are the student of a powerful princess or that you are equal or superior even in terms of magic to the Draconia.

🩸 The present Lilia would be absolutely delighted when she meets your baby dragon and memories of baby Malleus come like a waterfall, he does not stop fawning over the dragon and telling you anecdotes about when Malleus was a small lizard that barely existed (because don't tell me he didn't , there was nothing in that Malleus baby head) and also praise you because unlike the one who took 200 years to make Malleus born by giving him his own magic, you did it in an instant and without sacrificing your magic.

BABY MALLEUS SREAMER!!!

🩸 Unlike General Lilia, he doesn't know what to say about your little dragon companion, he's obviously not a draconian and although there are other dragons in Twisted Wonderland it's hard for him to associate them with the little one and he's even more stunned when he hears that your own Magic was what caused the birth of the dragon.

🩸 Lilia can see your strengths and vulnerabilities, he sees your constant anxiety and can't help but come to calm you down with words of support and, if necessary, knock you out so that your mind can rest, even for a minute. (In the case of General Lilia, he only use the last option.)

🩸 Although in the end, he ends up liking you for your duality in any way, he feels that somehow you will be someone great in the future and he hopes to be able to see you when that time comes.

🩸 In case you go out with one of his three sponsored children, Lilia would feel proud to see how you are a balance between 'humanity' and 'magic' and how honest you are in your affection towards the boy, and it has just been proclaimed adoptive grandfather of your little dragon.

🩸 On the other hand, if you are his partner, he will promise to take care of you and pamper you, make you feel at home with him and be a good father to your little dragon.

Silver

⚔ For Silver, you're so... Strange... In a good way, we all know he's not very social, so I don't think he's ever met anyone with as much thirst for knowledge as you.

⚔ However, if there is something he admires about you, it is your great capacity for leadership and self-sacrifice. Silver fully trusts you to wake him up if he falls asleep... Eventually.

⚔ In his free time, Silver likes for you to read a book aloud, it helps him relax and sleep better, regardless of the topic, Silver loves to listen to your calm and at the same time very interested voice in the topic of the book. +Bonus points if you let him put his head on your lap!

⚔ At the same time, you are incredible in magic and unlike General Lilia and Sebek, Silver has no problem comparing your magical potential with that of Malleus, for him you are actually admirable, given that you must not be more than 100 years old unlike Malleus. and yet you can cast spells of his Young Lord's level effortlessly.

⚔ Although more than your magical talent or the magic that emanates from you, what attracts Silver to you is how capable you are of facing situations that you possibly never thought you would experience.

⚔ It's not hard for him to believe that you're a student of a famous princess, considering he's seen you deal with Overblots and Dire Crowley's irresponsibility with ease.

⚔ Although it takes a while, he eventually becomes convinced of your magical power when he meets your little dragon companion and learns that you caused his birth and is practically like your son/little brother, Silver loves animals of all kinds as can be seen when he they surround him while he sleeps, so he will eventually become attached to the little dragon.

⚔ Although he won't believe you when you tell him that you used to be extremely asocial before coming to Twisted Wonderland, since he has always seen you accompanied by another first-year student and one of your two (Grimm and Spike) creature companions.

⚔ Although like Lilia and Malleus, Silver also notices the negative side of your personality, you are extremely anxious and prone to panic, not to mention when Crowley puts something important on you because he doesn't want to, although Silver wants to be careful and gentle when dealing with you to calm down, thanks to being educated and raised by Lilia, he ends up being a little... Brusque... With his words, although it surprisingly works. (Imagine Applejack kind of scolding Twilight, more or less)

⚔ Silver may be a lost prince and possess great magic from his dynasty, but even in his 'ignorance' he manages to identify your brand as the representation of the concept of magic itself and that makes him feel luckier to be with you.

⚔ Silver recognizes you as a great Leader, full of unknown potential and an attractive personality, even with flaws, Silver continues to see you as a beautiful balance between Magic and Humanity, something that attracts him more deeply to you, He promise to be the Knight to your future as a Princess, from now on. (And Malleus, of course)

Sebek Zigvolt

🐊 Sebek... Sebek... This is a complicated boy, at first he doesn't see you as anything more than a curious human with inferior, otherworldly magic.

🐊 And I'm sorry to tell you that this would be like this for a long time, until I can see more of your true identity and your magical power and as a person.

🐊 Rather, in Chapter 7, when he sees you fighting with your magic and comforting and helping Silver and Lilia.

🐊 Seeing you like this will make him remember your attitudes and why he suddenly changes his mind about you.

🐊 He understands your almost endless thirst for knowledge, he has seen you a couple of times in classes and admires that about you, no matter the subject you are always attentive, even with your energic friends on top.

🐊 Also remember your anxious side due to your worries and take note to help you (in your own way) with your anxiety attacks when you witness them, trust him, he is skilled with comfort even if it doesn't seem like it.

🐊 He obviously knows your little dragon and to be honest... He likes him much more than Grimm... He, incredibly idolizing Malleus and the Draconias themselves, will be incredibly delighted with your little friend, praising him for his helpfulness to you and his 'worthy' nature... Although he stiffens when you tell him how he was born, he slowly accepts that maybe... Just maybe... You could be much more skilled with your magic than he thought... Even almost like his Young Master.

🐊 Although yes, he is a little suspicious when he sees the symbol that you usually wear, he quickly recognizes it as the representation of magic itself and in reality, Sebek doesn't know what to think so he is patient.

🐊 Don't worry because this guy is slowly maturing and will eventually find you worthy of admiration and affection, without or with magic.

Nymph's Note:

I still don't know how to write to a romantic or loving Sebek, sorry T-T and sorry for take me too long, but I'm back again ♡

I hope you enjoyed!

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Diasomnia Dorm x MC! Like Twilight Sparkle Done!

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

What do you think of the "Batman is a billionaire capitalist who beats up poor people" or the "Dick Grayson is a believer in ACAB while still being a cop" style of criticism?

well the first one is a pretty obstinate misconstruing of a text in order to feel smug about disliking something without having to actually engage with the text to form a more nuanced take about issues that actually are present within the material

the thing with Dick is more interesting, at least, but it's also not *that* interesting. I think people tend to overstate the degree to which Dick sincerely believes he could change the entire Bludhaven PD from the inside; certainly initially, his motivation was more about being able to serve as his own inside man since his initial attempts to find a Jim Gordon figure in the 'haven didn't really pan out at all. it was more pragmatism than optimism.

it's also far from accurate to ascribe an ACAB mentality to any Bats in general, much as people might like to fanon otherwise. while the Bats are frequently in conflict with police it's always as an obstacle to the Bats' own, superior investigations, and they only object to the power of policing when it's wielded by figures the narrative identifies as corrupt. taking bribes is bad, objecting to Bat-themed vigilantes is bad, even excessive force is sometimes bad, but by and large the Bats don't have anything especially constructive to say about whether or not Institutional policing ought to exist because DC Comics doesn't want to rock that particular boat.

[sirhugespuds]

Mild Spoilers for all JRWI campaigns. I'm talking about the new Bag of Holding on the merch drop and trying to figure out each item, so it isn't that deep.

So far, I've identified these:

Top Row, left to right:

Gillion's old sword, the whalebone one

Jays Bow, years ago when she had a fucking bow

Destiny's blade

Chip's Blades and his pendent (I can't remember if the pendent is from Arlin or Aslana, but it's on the official character art after the Feywild arc)

Jays Gun

I think this is the mind bracelet they get from Jazz?

Maybe Vyncent's old knives?

Stick of stickiness they got from Tastrius but gave to Niklaus

Compass, from Alveross (from Niklaus)

Ashe Winters' Demon Book

Vyn's Dad's sword they get from the dnd arc

Wisps, from William, and Dakota's mask

William's chainsaw after *that* arc

Bottom Row:

I think these are Arlin's Axe, Drey's gun, and Finn's spellbook, but I'm unsure. Feels weird to put old PCs on here, but they've had a big impact , so ig it makes sense

Rolan's pipe, Rand's dice, and Kian's Guitar

The stones are for our lord Peter, the harp is for Rumi, and the sick blades are for Thanatos

The crossbow is the Grimm Slayer crossbow from The Suckening (I wasn't sure on this, but in the patron video, it's on a possible merch item for the Grimm Slayer kit)

The jar, I'm not sure. Either the substance from Wonderlust, or Soda's Soda, but why does it look like that? Could be the nalgene after the Midnight Circle arc, but why is it like that? Chuckle Sandwich thick water???

Arthur's blood flask, it says B on it for Bennet

Runt's Gauntlets

Jyn's Sword from TMK (its the same as the TMK hoodie)

This could be Everett or Jaguar Joe. Idk.

I've missed Riptide and PD so much, but this bag makes me realise how large the JRWI cast of characters has grown, and makes me feel good. I love the new merch and the new direction.