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[slytherinlesbians]

Whumptober 2023, Day 7: "Can you hear me?"

fandom: criminal minds | characters: spencer reid (centric), emily prentiss, jennifer jareau, derek morgan, penelope garica | ship: past spencer reid/maeve donovan | trigger warnings: mentions of drugs/drug use, depression | content: post 8x12 'zugzwang,' spencer's isolation, team as a family | word count: 1k.

Spencer has this vivid memory from when he was eleven years old. All of his memories are vivid, to be fair, but this one stands out in particularly stark contrast to others. His mother has been suffering from a bad episode and hadn’t spoken to him for several days, no matter how hard he’d tried to get her attention. So he’d gone about his days as he always did: alone. One of the first lucid moves Diana had made all week was to come out into the kitchen as Spencer was pouring himself a bowl of cereal on Saturday morning. She sat down across from him, taking his hands in hers. He waited patiently for her to speak, eyes searching hers for reassurance she was alright. After a moment, she sighed. 

“It’s so dark in here, Spencer,” was all she’d said, voice quivering. “It hurts.”

At the time, he hadn’t been sure what she’d meant. Throughout his life, there had been moments of darkness: his mother’s episodes that were growing in frequency, his father leaving, the way the kids at school - all so much older - treated him. However, it wasn’t until he was trapped in a shack in Georgia, the smell of burning fish and blood and sweat and fear and drugs, that he really thought he understood what his mother had meant when she referenced inner darkness. 

And yet, if Spencer had the option of being back in that shack over being stuck in his house now, unable to move or eat or sleep or exist for paralyzing grief, he’d take the shack in a heartbeat. This pain, he’s sure, is what his mother had been referring to. He’s never hurt so badly in his life. 

Maeve. 

Even thinking her name makes him feel like he’s suffocating. Thinking about how he was too late. If he’d been quicker, smarter, more believable - she’d still be here. They’d be together. He’d be happy. 

Instead, he’s alone. He’s dying. He clings to The Narrative of John Smith, switching between crying so hard he forgets how to breathe to being so numb he can’t feel a thing. He doesn’t know what day it is, what time it is, how long it’s been. He definitely ate something, but then he threw it up. His mouth tastes terrible and his lips are so chapped and dry they’re starting to bleed. The headache that started up the moment Maeve had been taken from him gets worse by the hour. Sleep isn’t even a relief because each time he closes his eyes, the sickening shot rings out and images of her body haunt him. 

So he sits. 

And hurts. 

And hates it more than anything. 

“Spence,” JJ’s voice is outside the door. She sounds far away, much further away than the one wall that’s between them. He heard her coming up the stairs, speaking in a low voice to Morgan. He’s sitting near the door. She knocks gently. “Spence, can you hear me?” 

He can’t summon the energy to reply. 

“Kid,” Morgan says, voice softer than he’s ever heard it. “Can you just - say something,” he begs. “Please. Just tell us you’re safe.” 

Spencer exhales shakily and summons every inch of his being, raises a hand, and taps twice in quick succession. 

“Thank you,” JJ says quietly, and after a moment, they leave. Spencer listens to their footsteps fade away and feels tears start to fall down his cheeks. Alone again. 

After that, someone comes by everyday to check on him - to ask him for some sort of signal he’s alive. He knows they’re worried he’s overdosed or something, but frankly, he doesn’t even have the energy to go get any dilaudid, let alone take it - no matter how bad he wants some. Penelope always comes by, no matter what. She leaves food outside, and sometimes he gets it after she leaves if he’s feeling particularly brave. It all tastes like cardboard and he can never manage more than a few bites, but he does it - for them. For the others. He imagines the breaks between other people coming by are when they’re on cases. He wishes he could help. He wishes for the most gruesome, awful, horrible murders out there to be true, if it meant he could be there with his team and not feeling any semblance of the pain he’s drowning in right now. 

He jumps, his phone buzzing him out of the stupor he’s in, moments after Penelope’s left another huge gift basket outside his doorway. He’s prepared to let it ring out, as he has spent the last however long doing, but something gets the better of him. Something feels… different. He sighs, gathers himself from where he sits by the door, and ambles slowly over to the couch, feeling every ache in his muscles tenfold. 

‘Emily - work number’ is calling him. 

Emily is calling him. 

He considers not picking up for a moment, but curiosity gets the better of him. What if she’s in trouble? What if she needs him? 

“Emily,” he says, voice sore and scratchy from lack of use. 

“Spencer,” she breathes, voice soft. “Hey.” 

“Hi.” 

“How - I - I mean-,” she stumbles, and Spencer braces himself for what’s coming. Someone told her what happened. He clenches his teeth and blinks back tears. “I’m so sorry,” she eventually settles on, and Spencer sighs shakily. He wants to tell her it doesn’t help, he wants to scream that no matter how many sorrys he gets, it won’t bring Maeve back. But taking in Emily’s voice stops him. He remembers going through these exact motions two years ago, when he thought she was the one who was dead. 

“I miss you,” he says finally, and his voice cracks. 

“I miss you too,” she says, and her voice sounds wet with tears. “I wish I could be there for you right now.” 

“This - is enough,” he chokes. “Thank you for calling.” 

“Of course,” she says. “Of course.” 

It is still dark in his apartment. The curtains are still drawn. 

But maybe everything hurts just a tiny bit less.

[incorrectbatfam]

Bruce: Why do you smell like weed?

Jason: How do you know what weed smells like?

Bruce: I—

Jason: Aha, busted! You're grounded for a week!

[corndog-patrol]

and it went down in history as the fattest bong rip of all time

[strongermonster]

high as fuck and it's the middle of a thunderstorm so i was outside standing in the rain to enjoy the Sensations as one does, and the neighbours chickens were also out (Worm Time) and let me tell u. soaking wet chickens are unrecognizable as any living animals. when i looked down and saw basically this at my feet in the half dark

i nearly shit myself

[planetary]

25 SHOCKING TRUTHS ABOUT YOUR FAVORITE CHILDHOOD TV SHOWS😱

1. POKEMON - ash is in a coma and the show is he's dreaming

2. RUGRATS - the babies are on drugs

3. edd edd eddy - they died in 1962 (tuberculosis)

4. scoopy doo - theyre on drugs too and the dog cant really talk :(

5. rugrats - angela is in a coma and the show is her dream

6. spongbob - songebob is in a coma and the show is his dream

7. spongebob - spongebob and his friends are the christian hell sins

8. spoinegbob - squidward is heroin?

9. COURAGE THE COWARDLY DOG - it was real it was all real none of that was a dream or a nightmare everything you remember is real

10. rugarts - angela is on drugs and all the other ones are dead

11. jimmy neutraon - jimmy is weird because he is gay

12. fairly oddparsnts - timmy is in a coma and the show is his dream

13. spongebob - sandy is taxidermy

14. higgly town heroes - higgly town is all cannibals and they eat other people and thats why they do that . how could they do that..? my heroes..

15. max & ruby - they are bunny rabbits and thast because thrre was. an apocalypse and max is a real human little boy but there was an apocalypse and his parents died and he's with ruby but he got hit on the head with a steel pipe because of the apocalypse so now he's in a coma and the show is his dream

16. disney aladdin movie - the tiger head cave is really really scary

17. danny phantom died - this one really happened they tell you in the theme song and you can see it happen in blood and gorey detail if you watch that one scary episode that only comes on at 3am. does anyone else remember that episode

18. dora the explorer - dora is on crack

19. faaiely odd parents - the fairies are drugs and timmy takes drugs and maybe goes into a coma for this reason and maybe has a dream that they're his magic fairies

20. caillou - hes bald. this theoru explains that cailiu has no hair because he is bald. and perhaps his parents are nice to him because he is bald. this could also explain why he has no hair (because hes bald)

21. courage the cowarsly dog - courage is a dog and he's in a coma and

22. the magic schoolbus - its magic because the bus was on drugs and then it blew up (becasue it was high) and they all went to purgatory and clones took their place

23. tom and jerry - tom should have been allowed to cook and eat that baby chick. and its fucked up that the show didnt allow him to. me and my friends watched it and we were all clapping and cheering for him to cook and eat it and we were so excited but of course the writers pussied out and didnt let him do it

24. finding nemo - that thing in the beginning didnt even happen but the dad made that story up so people would feel bad for him

25. sponegbob - in the latest season patrick says "Ok boomer!" to mermaid man and barancle boy

CHILDHOOD = RUINED 😫

[zibiscusloon]

This mf went and got the crown Prince of Briar Valley high while making omelets wtf is wrong with them

[pileofmush]

luffy is for the sad, pathetic, touch-starved bitches. the ones who shiver at the mere brush of skin. who wince whenever their friends go in for hugs, unsure of where to put their arms. the ones who are so, so aware of their proximity to others. so careful not to brush fingers when walking side to side with a peer, or when handing a pencil to a friend, because they’re sure that one affectionate squeeze of the arm could leave their innards a puddle at their feet, creeping toward the nearest drain.

when you meet luffy, you think he’s one to be admired, not touched. you see the way he infects everyone around him with his reckless abandon. hanging off shoulders and dragging people to and fro. his crewmates are used to it. they scoff and wiggle under his weight for show: for there’s a sense of relief when monkey d. luffy has his eyes on you. you can tell in the automatic decompression of their shoulders, in the languid way they turn to him—saplings curving toward the sun. 

you see it, and you envy it. respect it. respect him. but that’s the extent of your thoughts on the matter.

you never considered that he would turn his sights on you. 

but he does. 

he picks you up like you’re something shiny, holds you up to the light and squints. and whatever he finds must be satisfying, because after that, he doesn’t put you down. 

it overwhelms you, at first. he tugs on your cheek at the sight of a frown, like you’re the one made of rubber, and your heart does a funny jig that’s actually not funny at all. he pokes you in the ribcage to grab your attention, and ignores you when you try to tell him that a verbal cue would work just as well. he grabs your hand, instinctively twining your fingers, and pulls you along when you stop in your tracks.

and you feel—you feel like a puddle. be careful your mind warns, or you’ll slip.

but luffy’s there to catch you when you fall.

and that’s what’s so terrible about him, you think. he’s the question and the answer. 

and he’s burrowed himself under your skin. 

how foolish of him to touch you so casually and expect you not to revel in it. not to crave his pokes and his prods more than you crave air. how foolish of him to drape himself over you like a weighted blankie and not expect you to desire him by your side, always, to keep the cold at bay. he’s a fool and you’re a pauper.

but, sometimes, you think he knows what he does to you. he has to. oh, how he’ll laugh when he catches you staring at his hands. bound over until he’s right in front of you, place a thumb under your chin and tilt until your gaze meets his. his eyes are dark, but so, so bright. you want to look away. you don’t. 

everything is so easy for him. it's unnerving. he plops his head in your lap one day with a carefree grin. you still—hold your breath like a child playing hide and seek. he cracks open an eye, like he can read your thoughts. or maybe he can just feel you tremble.

“what’s wrong?”

you rack your brain for an answer he could understand. “what do you want me to do?” you hedge. 

luffy furrows his brows. “whatever you want,” he says.

“no, i mean—where do you want me to touch?” 

he shrugs. “wherever you want.”

and you feel—you feel like you want to run your hands over every inch of his skin until you have a mental map of his body you could navigate through touch alone. you want to put him in your mouth. you want to inhale him like a drug, want him to burn the back of your throat 'til it stings. you want… him. 

you settle for caressing his jawline. tracing the slope of his nose. his eyes flutter shut, and you pause, but he grabs your hand and plants it firmly on his face. and it feels, it feels like you’re the question and he’s the answer. it feels like maybe, just maybe, you’re okay with becoming a puddle of a person, for him. 

[enigmajaython]

I tried to hold out but I needed everyone to look at this

Og meme under cut

[sailing-ever-west]

the fact that the movie ninja all simultaneously ask for a bathroom pass every time garmadon invades is endlessly funny to me. local friend group known for their tradition of smoking weed in the bathroom during the city's biweekly terrorist attacks

[lievmultimuses2]

Claudia 'CJ' Gregg || OPEN

"Good morning everyone, we are going to have a light day today for a change so don’t blow this up for me okay?” CJ asked the room full of reporters who laughed. “Alright so first thing yes the president has pardoned thousands of people convicted of marijuana possession under federal law, it’s 2022 folks, most people have smoked weed in the past and let’s be honest we have bigger fish to fry then to target people who are probably to busy trying to find they own feet right? so any question?”

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

Your current boyfriend used to be the jock that shoved emo-freak SAM MONROE into lockers. And now Sam’s got you moaning his name while his skinny boy cock rearranges your insides. Who needs all that muscle when you’ve got a sleep-deprived pill-popping grunge cunt destroyer filling up the empty space in your bed? Is he doing this to get back at your soon-to-be-ex? No. He’s always loved you. Always wanted you. Looked after you in envy while you were with that air-headed football player. He’s only got the confidence to fuck you now though. He’ll worry about his future broken nose later. Currently, all that matters is getting you to squirt all over the mattress so his old bully comes home to soaked sheets that smell of sweet betrayal.

[surilovesbones]

"Como você quer vencer na vida, sendo que vc perde pra um prato de comida?"

[incorrectbatfam]

Welcome to Gotham, the greatest city in the world, where we have smells like:

• Exhaust fumes

• Chemical waste

• Eggs

• Weed

• A porta potty at Lollapalooza

• Batburger fryer grease

• Day-old opened beer

• Anime convention BO

• Strangely alluring flowers

• Something burning

• Microwaved fish

• Corpses

• Sewage

[artistoons-blog-thing]

This painted such a vivid image in my head

[tottallytoby]

they drink together often

[fisheyezzz]

bro okay

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