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i’m so fucken sick and i’m exhausted. Don’t know what I’ve got. Could be the absolute piss yellow clouds of pollen? absolutely! Could I have gotten something from the little brats that were near me open mouth coughing- that was definitely a sick cough? yup!

I am fully serious by the way. Y’all need to take a step back and realize that we are now living dark fics.

There are people sobbing in the privacy of their bedroom, covering their faces so their cheering husbands don’t hear them.

There are people who live the reality of some fics that now feel such hopelessness that they’re calling a suicide hotline.

There are going to be children forced to carry their own children to full term or die when their bodies can’t handle it.

Forced pregnancies and baby trapping are about to be fucking rampant.

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Cham, I absolutely love you. I'm crying. So many hugs for you.

This fucking migraine is gonna be the death of me.

Bingo!! It was PMS/Period. I Feel dead.

Ugh…everything that i have ate today has made me so fucking nauseous 🤢

I have not a clue what this is.

Ugh…everything that i have ate today has made me so fucking nauseous 🤢

I have not a clue what this is.

oh lawd. I just wanna chew on them so bad.

Two years

Get Lucky (S.R.)

Summary: The fire alarm in your apartment building goes off at 3AM after a pipe bursts in the middle of winter. You are soaked and you left your wallet in the apartment. You only (barely) know the FBI agent who lives in the building, but he offers to share his jacket, and eventually a hotel room, with you. Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader Category: Smut (NSFW, 18+) Content Warning: Strangers to lovers, only one bed trope, kissing, oral sex (female receiving), face-sitting, penetrative sex, protected sex (condom), implied weight for Reader (she wears his shirt/boxers) Word Count: 8.1k

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There was supposed to be something romantic about winter nights in the city. The poorly maintained lighting was supplemented with colorful bulbs that caught every snowflake. Each frozen lattice refracted the light and littered the air with rainbows. For a few hours, while Washington, D.C. slept, the prismatic powder would cut through the smog.

There was usually a purity, a serenity to the city soaked in snow. But that night, as I stood in three inches of snow in already drenched slippers, I only had one thought regarding the world around me.

“It’s fucking freezing out here!”

My voice didn’t echo back to me, and instead dissipated into distant honking of an insistent fire truck slowly fighting its way through construction gridlock at 3am.

I hadn’t expected anyone to answer my cry, which had been borne out of frustration and apathy for everything around me that moment.

But someone did answer. And oh boy, did he piss me off.

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I’d fuck them too. Show them things that would make them feel pure- just from the amount of unholy activity.

okay bitch go ahead summon the ancient horrors from another dimension ill kiss them