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bravevolunteer · 7 months

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VERSE — MOVIE ( CONTAINS SPOILERS & CANON DIVERGENT, tw for canon-typical themes & suicide mention )

just to get straight to the point : it's mainly canon divergent in the sense that i will be altering details in order to make mike an afton. do i think this is going to happen in the movie timeline? no. do i think it's more likely that they're going to explain the oddly personal kidnapping through mirroring the emilys? probably. but it's MY michael afton blog and i can put on my tinfoil hat as much as i want about it. of course i am willing to adapt based on other's info / preferences but given that this isn't my main canon anyway it is meant for those that are interested.

Mike thought he knew everything there was to know about what happened to his family: what he was never told is who his real father was. He was too young to remember anything about William Afton before his mom separated herself from him entirely ( one night stand, breakup, what have you, i'm not picky- ), so he always thought of the father he grew up with as his dad, the reality never changed anything about that.

Until he was twelve years old and Garrett went missing, and everything fell apart. William followed the Schmidts there, taking Garrett in a targeted attack ( whether or not he was trying to grab Mike, took him out of spite, anything else is also flexible ). Everything grew solemn and tense, each of the Schmidts lost in their own individual grief. Slowly, they stopped having dinners together, stopped going out as a family, stopped being able to feel like things were normal. The grief and guilt only added to Mike's developing anger issues and depression. Although it wasn't on purpose nor with any malicious intent, his dad was the more distant of his parents at the time, serving as the first hint towards his biological parentage and simply because as much as he cared for mike, he was grappling with losing his biological kid ( think tse henry- well meaning but drowning in grief enough for the child to pick up on it ).

This is where Abby comes in, where the Schmidts have another kid in an attempt to feel like a normal family again. It almost seems to work, although there is still that underlying sense of collective grief. Mike was older by then, too ( while he graduates high school, he either doesn't go to college at all or doesn't finish it ).

Their mom dies and the brief sense of possible stability disappears again. It's when Mike is staying at home again for the funeral/to help with Abby that their father commits suicide, unable to take the grief. Mike has had custody of Abby since then.

The events proceed as they did in the movie, William's recognition of Mike in the office not only stemming from the kidnapping but the fact that it's his kid, although Mike doesn't find anything out beyond the fact that it's the man who took Garrett. There is potential for more hints towards this in past interactions with his aunt or birth records or even his dynamic with Vanessa, but for the most part this specific realization is left open.

Following the movie's events, he... does come home to his aunt in the living room. After reporting her death, Mike actually goes back to Freddy's one more time to get security footage in order to prove his innocence. Afterwards, he does his best to hold down another job to keep taking care of Abby in peace, but something about Freddy's gives him the sense that he'll come back to make sure nothing like this happens again.

#⁂ ･ﾟ: the secrets that you keep when you’re talking in your sleep ➛ movie #fnaf movie spoilers #this is waaaay longer than it needs to be i have got to shut up #so i'm cutting it here despite having more thoughts those can be hc posts #ANYWAY YEAH. GOING WITH A.FTON THEORY. HONK HONK #i do really like the idea of them mirroring the emilys and i KNOW this barely changes shit but #i am just trying to find a way to Combine The Two in my brain and keep the general basis i've been working with for so long #it's like... he's michael but grew up under completely different circumstances. why he didn't treat his brother the same way.#he has completely different experiences but they resulted in a similar guilt. similar reactiveness. similar protectiveness.#so the a.fton thing just helps me tie them together even if it doesn't *really* come into play #'oh william pausing was because he recognized garrett's last name' mf why would he KNOW that if he just took a random kid.#'mike looks similar' that was a BABY. why would he go all the way to nebraska to kidnap some random kid it's so personal!#something about the way he's the only one to call mike 'michael' in the whole movie!#fnaf is all about going wild with it it's fiiine

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alagaisia · 10 months

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I’m reminded of that post about how goths and people who wear only lots of pink are actually the same because “wearing only one color” is a specific choice in opposition to just looking Normal

I’m flying to a friend’s wedding today, and I recently acquired from my neighborhood free page a very pretty vintage suitcase in like a brocade upholstery texture in all of my good colors, so of course I needed a coordinated airport outfit à la Midge Maisel. You guys don’t know me, but I usually dress very put together, in what my sister calls Outfits, with a capital O to distinguish it from just wearing clothes. And since getting a full time job I’ve been slowly adding to my collection of vintage and 50’s-vibes clothes, because I just really like that aesthetic (my bridesmaid dress for the wedding is a vintage tea dress I got from Etsy. The fabric is in great condition but I had to reinforce pretty much every seam with my sewing machine, because the structural integrity of the original thread was breaking down, so that was an interesting learning experience).

All of which is to say that I Dressed Up for the airport in a vintage-y outfit that coordinates perfectly with some of the colors of my suitcase, and my hair is curled, and I have a vintage leather purse that my grandma gave me that matches her watch that I’m wearing and the shoes she bought me last summer at the same vintage store that my skirt came from, and a teenage-ish girl with whatever you call the 2023 teenage equivalent of emo/punk vibes, like the dark maroon mullet and not a lot of makeup and dark comfy clothes but like, very on purpose, told me I look cool when I walked past on the way to security

And like, she Gets It! We have different fashion goals but I think we put a similar degree of intention into the way we look compared to just wearing regular clothes. Which is cool! It’s validating. Not that I really need validation, but it’s always nice to get compliments, of course. And the way I dress is really not terribly distinctive most of the time, other than being Outfits and a little dressier than maybe the norm is, like I think most people who see me one time in passing would see that I look Nice but not necessarily see it as a cultivated Look. But punk mullet girl gets it.

#struggled with not sounding *too* pretentious here #I don’t feel pretentious but I have a hard time talking about like. specific choices and things in any detail #like to my friends I just said what happened with a picture of my outfit and was like ‘and she gets it!’ and they were like ‘yeah!’#but to strangers I have to go into much more detail to get the point across #even though really it’s not like I’m putting all of that into it every day I just get up and go ‘i want to look nice today’#in accordance with my personal fashion preferences #and then having to explain those preferences like ‘my name is alagaisia midge maisel darkness way and I’m wearing vintage whatever’#i do look so cute though #i got these shoes last summer and then lost the heel cap off of one of them the very first time i wore them #finally took them in to have them fixed last week so I could wear them to the wedding #needed a deadline so that I would actually get around to it #i hate flying it’s really a testament of how much I love my friend that I’m flying #instead of driving ten hours to Nebraska #but it made more sense and to make sure i won’t be late or run into car trouble or anything #and I’ll stay looking nice right away instead of getting gross and sweaty in the car or having to change for bachelorette activities #i only know the bride so I’m definitely going to make a very specific impression on all of these strangers lol #i joked with my dad about adopting a trans Atlantic accent for the whole weekend just for shits and giggles #turns out you cannot do it over the top. have you ever listened to JFK’s ‘we choose to go to the moon’ speech #it’s very silly sounding #we had a good time saying things one might say at a bachelorette party in a goofy voice #‘we cho~ose to ohdah thihs maiule strippah… ahnd the othah things.. nawt becahse it is easyh..#but becawhse he is hahd’#highly recommend #mine #personal

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aeide-thea · 8 months

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i'm never knowingly going to reblog a post that includes the phrase 'touch grass,' and that's not because i don't think it can be psychologically beneficial to get in some outdoor time if possible—i went for a walk earlier! it was great!—or to take a break from conversations that are getting you wound up, but because i think that particular wording generally reveals two things:

first, that the writer is speaking not from a place of genuine concern and sympathy, but from judgmental impatience à la 'get therapy,' which—i too have felt judgmental and impatient in my time, god knows! but when i feel that way i try to go unpack those feelings in private with a thoughtful friend, instead of pretending they constitute a source of wisdom or a helpful sort of energy to direct at people, you know? and i'm definitely not particularly interested in boosting a ventpost from someone else—who pretty clearly hasn't bothered to take the breather they're urging on others, if they're making little digs like that—as if it were actually sincere, carefully-reasoned advice.

and second, that the writer's argument embraces some seriously sloppy assumptions, which pretty immediately undermines my trust in the rest of their analysis—i mean, there's absolutely no guarantee someone's local scene will be any less parochial, just because it's playing out irl! there's also not actually a clean divide between 'people who spend time in the Real World' and 'people who spend time on the internet, which is for porn losers,' as demonstrated by a number of phenomena including, again, the aforementioned grass-recommenders' own presence right here on tumblr…

anyway. obviously we all have our own particular lines we draw around particular rhetoric that bugs us! these are just some reasons why that particular phrasing bugs me.

#language #metatumbling #like. if what you mean is 'your stance would be totally incongruous outside the microcommunity you're speaking to'?#say that!#but also—it's fine to speak to the state of affairs in a microcommunity‚ actually #you just need to define your parameters #but like. so do people who are speaking to Broader Culture bc like. *which* broader culture.#even if you mean American Cishet Culture there are. so many kinds. new york ≠ nebraska.#but anyway it's just like. stop fucking making (and reblogging) these implicit ad hominem arguments #about how people who disagree with you must be idiots and losers because they don't get out enough #if they really are wrong you ought to be able to argue against them without resorting to digs any real leftist ought to be ashamed of #and if spending all one's time in the physically-embodied socially-embedded world really stopped people from being wrong…#well. pretty sure a lot fewer people would be wrong about things‚ if that were true.#anyway i left this to rot in drafts last week for prolixity reasons #and like. it remains guilty of those crimes but they don't render its fundamental assertion untrue.#anyway fundamentally this is the sort of thing you immediately sound like a 'terminally online' loser for protesting and i realize that #but like. if we refuse to open conversational doors because we're scared of the shame bucket someone juvenile balanced on top of them…#fuck that. i decline to live in fear of implicit rhetorical bully tactics.

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freakwiththeknifecollection · 1 year

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How deranged of a Jogirl am I? Earlier I was trying to figure out where (approximately) the Roadhouse would be canonically and this is how I went about it (the objectively funniest way)

#in 2x06 the family that comes in asking if they're open but Ellen and Jo say no the dad's like ''we'll try the arby's down the road''#anyway according to the wiki and the road so far road map the roadhouse is in central Nebraska there's only 1 arby's in central Nebraska #and that's in Ord Nebraska so the roadhouse is somewhere around there. if you even care #yes I know it was a throwaway line that was just a joke but regardless it is canon that the roadhouse is near an arby's I rest my case #why do I care? well I have a disease called I Need to Know Every Single Thing About My Blorbos Derangement Syndrome #I am the iasip Charlie conspiracy theory meme. I just am I cannot change this #harvelle's roadhouse #Ellen Harvelle #Jo harvelle #ash supernatural #em rambles

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orcelito · 10 months

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Ykno the common critique I've seen around is that trimax fights r hard to follow & such. And I've always had the kind of thought of like "I mean sometimes it can be confusing, but if u stop to study it it's really not that bad"

Having a fight analysis post kinda blow up tho I'm seeing ppl comment over and over in the tags about how hard it is to keep up with the fights... and I'm just like. Is it really that confusing? Like genuinely. I thought it was one of those overblown fan critiques but it seems like a Lot of people agree with it.

#speculation nation #in the original manga Yea fights were pretty hard. took me a Lot of squinting to figure out what actually happened with the Nebraskas #but idk most of the fights r just vibes. u follow along and feel what the characters r feeling and the fine details dont matter.#a lot of times i do end up flipping back and forth between pages bc there r details revealed later on that make earlier things make sense #or just looking for clarification. that kind of thing.#so yeah it kinda does take some work to fully understand it but i kinda figured that's like... how manga fights go...#i much prefer this over the common shounen trope of stopping the fight to explain every single move that's done #so im just like 'come ON i already understood it!!! can we keep going already????'#is it the fact that nightow doesnt do this that makes it so confusing??? so ppl dont get the play by play as it happens???#this all probably sounds obnoxious but im just genuinely trying to make sense of it.#i guess im also just a perceptive person when im paying attention to smth. maybe that's what it ultimately boils down to.#one person commented saying theyd kill if i did play by plays for all the trimax fights lol #i probably wont for All of them bc that sounds like quite a project #but if another catches my attention in this same sorta way... then maybe.#i guess understanding nightow's fights is a skill. probably at least partially assisted by being able to read the sound effects.#oh yeah. that's another thing lol. i can read the sound effects. and that especially helps with knowing how many shots there are #stuff like that. 🤔 yea i dunno. i wasnt expecting that post to get so many notes.#but it's well over 400 now and still counting. waking up to 99+ notifications is... an experience lmao

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void-tiger · 1 year

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#sound on #trigun #…I…watched the two TS episodes (via watchcartoonsonline)#and…ugh. it’s not…bad? like the animation is goreous? but.#it’s not /trigun./ and where’s the cat?? and the Nebraskas Duel was iconic. they…kinda screwed it up #where the fuck is millie thompson?!??#give me my gentle airheaded herbo giantess back!!#and vash would NOT trust Meryl and (Roberto Apparently) so soon #…the only thing that needed changing was Vash’s Lechery For The Gag. that’s it!!!!#and yeah I MISS the old coat. gimme back the old red duster!!!#and the music! god I miss the old 90s anime’s musical aesthetic #again the new one’s ost isn’t…bad…but… it’s a gunslinger western #and the new anime revealed Vash’s Secrets to us and the POV Characters far too soon #while also not doing enough to set up Vash as Crouching Moron Inner Badass #…yeah. all I can really say for Trigun Stampede is that the animation is pretty #…excuse me while I go rewatch Trigun.#and…try to put up with the fucking Comedic Lechery that had me finally give up on anime when it got…worse.#hahhhhh…#Youtube

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ineffable-gallimaufry · 1 year

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here's my proposal for how i would have made the sonic movies better: i would have based them on the bible

#the sonic the hedgehog bible that is #i would make it so that he was born in nebraska had eggman like a father figure to him and then. . then eggman gets corrupted #and he joins the military and leaves sonic. but sonic heard that his dad was going to do some kind of science expo in cali #or something #so he runs over there (with his sisters ? can i hope for this to be considered?) and then idk maybe the movie plays out like normal #he could have sally there too i just realized! i think that could be fun #okay so he runs to california but he ends up in a tiny town called green hills and it reminds him of where he was born so he stays around #just for a bit you know #but then he ends up finding tom and he asks tom to help find his dad so they do that #but they're being pursued by this weird guy who kinda looks like kintobor and he isn't telling them his name #and they call him eggman because. well idk they can't make him egg shaped maybe just like. they have him eat a lot of eggs or make egg puns #but then halfway through the movie his assistant (i know stone isn't in the bible i just think he should be there) calls eggman robotnik #and everyone's like. hey sonic. isn't this guys name your dad's name backwards.#and then sonic like does some sacrifice or something and gives himself up and then he asks robotnik who his dad is and robotnik #like tells him that the man his father used to be is gone because something something chaos emeralds or whatever maybe it was another thing #it could be like. radiation if you really want to introduce the chaos emeralds in the second one #and it changed him to become a different man. ivo robotnik.#and sonic goes super denial and is like. no this can't be it. and he freaks out and he runs away back to his family #(family being tom‚ maddie‚ his sisters‚ and sally (who i imagine is more like his bff and not a love interest))#and then they comfort him but they also tell him he has to take robotnik down‚ that his father is basically gone #and then this cues sonic talking about his birth dad who died tragically #and his sisters tell sonic stories about their dad and they say something about letting go #and so sonic gears up and he takes down robotnik and it's bittersweet and it's perfect #and the movie ends with sonic and his family at peace after they've defeated robotnik and can finally have a normal life in green hills #and then i'll get to my plans for the second movie later but that has more of the just. general world building from earlier #that was a long ramble

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afieldinengland · 1 year

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lord summerisle engaged in quiet conversation with isaac chroner beneath an old oak tree, at once intrigued by the boy-preacher’s solemnity, shocked at the intercommunal violence of his sacrifices, and nodding in familiar admiration of the pagan, prehuman, bloody barleycorn that he appears to worship in howie’s bible’s tongue

#raphael_the_school_of_athens dot jpg. his lordship mentor arc when #well they both lead communities don’t they. kings and sickles #obviously isaac’s gatlin abhors an adult and his lordship’s summerisle cherishes birth etc so there’s that difference. but in many ways #i think that only makes the idea more interesting— despite what their communities value both boy-preacher of the corn and man-woman of the #orchard are pushing for one thing— blood. ‘what did you do with yours?’#cult leader student exchange. let lord summerisle pied piper it over in nebraska and isaac can put something strange in the eyes of #the student body at miss rose’s primary #the wicker man #children of the corn

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sakizm · 1 year

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i feel like my TRUE dream job would be a tour guide for my home state tbh

i met a tour guide in iceland (and stayed in touch via social media) and i loved how he was excited to show us all some hidden gems and talk about his home country and i’m like... “i want to do something like that for my home state”

but no one ever comes to nebraska!! only to the big cities and leave or worse - just drive thru or fly over the state cause it’s b o r i n g

#aside from the politics i promise nebraska is worth a visit #there's so much to see and do outside omaha/lincoln and interstate 80 #the sandhills are beautiful to behold!! western neb is a total different landscape than eastern neb!!#lots of state parks and historical monuments to check out!!#delicious foods to try even have international cuisines!!#also there's nothing wrong with visiting the cities. there is plenty to see and do there! but it is def worth exploring rest of nebraska #i've traveled around neb plenty of times and there's still always something new to for me to explore #i need to visit western neb more. i've only been to fort robinson and chimney rock/scottsbluff areas #want to check out toadstool state park & agate fossil beds. AND just for curiosity's sake... carhenge lol #just to say i've been there and seen that #ALSO!! nebraska does this passport thing each year. basically its filled with places to visit and get a stamp from there #and submit your passport by end of the year to win neat prizes depending on how many stamps collected #don't mind sakizm

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phoenixiancrystallist · 2 years

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Day 320, pout has shade! Also tweaked the mouth on Confused because it's been super dinky tiny and bugging me. It's better now n_n

One more row and then I get to go back to the poses I didn't like enough to ink and try to get something better with them! Woop woop! *\o/*

#the great artscapade of 2022 #bobbi's being weird again #art #my art #untitled gunpla comic #went to the Trans Siberian Orchestra concert tonight! that's why the art is sooooper late #I took tomorrow and Friday off just in case I caught something from the unmasked packed like sardines audiences #aside from the stage crew I swear to you I was the only person in that auditorium wearing a mask #pissed me off something fierce but I'm also not surprised considering the whole I live in Nebraska & went to a Christian metal band concert #things #but yeah I knew masking was going to be negligible so I gave myself a long weekend for isolation purposes #just in case because you can never be too careful #especially considering I was JUST SICK last week I don't want Covid again on top of it #mask stayed on for the whole show except the like twice or thrice I took a drink from my apple juice that I snuck in #but I still kept my mask on I just finagled the bottle under the mask to my facehole #I'm really good at that :3 didn't even fog up my glasses doing it!#I DID have an Incident™#see during one particular song the band has fake snow fall on the audience and the fake snow is just like soap bubbles #and one landed right below my glasses above my mask and popped just right that it splattered into my eye ):#it still stings #oh also I accidentally punched my brother and my dad trying to get my coat back on lol #got my bro right in the tit #he probably deserved it anyway #that all being said I'm going to go sleep and enjoy my long weekend :3 goodnight my loves!#sleep well!#I know I intend to #how have I not hit 30 tags yet?#did you know there's a 30 tag limit?#unless they changed that #they didn't; this is tag 30. officially off to bed now goodnight my loves sleep well I love you! 💜

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maraczeks · 8 months

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bcs s6 thread pt 6

#sept 21 2023 #it's so freakin g full circle too the way he ends up in nebraska omaha beach where she came frim like #jerry from parks?😭#it is literally so terrible for me out here like first brad whitfield but only as josh lyman and then it got worse w will mcavoy but kind of #as a joke but not really but now this like this is the worst bc it's so recent so it's literally jimmy now ohhhh my god i can't help it that #still can't get over it ?????? the things they've gone through and then she LEFT?#like she had to but no nooooooboonobono the way they built them up like they are so forever #but it's okay i have so much bob rhea content and then so many fics <3 #also it's so interesting that they chose to do the post brba scenes in b&w when that's usually signifying the past #the close up on heels i immediately assumed it was kim girl get a grip #i've never had a non endgame ship real breakup like i can't cope this is the greatest love story there's no way it ended #and they legally still married tho oh my godddddddddd ohh i have no wife i just whimpered so loud #wait i'm i don't think i can finish tn and i'm going to cv tmw oh no #i just wanna watch mcwexler edits and bob and rhea interviewssss #i think in a week i'll watch that scene again but i'm also just like. worm in my brain wants to watch the whole show again it was so insane #creasing over how excited jimmy is that kim asked about him as if he wasn't the great and only love of her life😭😭😭😭😭 im so miserable rn #yeah this is my first actual real non endgame tragic ship and they were so perfect OH MY GOD HES CALLING HER #AND KNOWS HER NIMBER !??????? WNDHHFBFNNSNDNBFBFJDNFJDJFHJ M SHAKINGGGGGGGGGG IH JDNFNDN #i cant believe he went to nebraska i cant believe he called her i can't believe she kept her name dude dudeeee what is going on i need to kn #staring into the distance dot gif simply cannot comprehend a workd where jimmy and kim are not attached at the hip #no okay there's the b&w gif of kim on the phone and them sharing a cigarette?#still using viktor😭😭 i'm so in shambles clinging and grasping it's slipping away #two episodes left we power through #oh now what the frick i burst into tears im sobbing #the divorce paperwork hit me out of nowhere i literally can't stop crying #crying so hard like ud think my parents died or smth i literally cannot #KIM #THAT UGLY BROWN IG PLEASD AINT NO Whhyy she's living with another man NOPE THIS ID NOT #AINT NO WAY BROTHER DHE SOULD NOG #THE SONF?babdbbdvfbdbdndjxbdbfnsndncncj u hate everything KIM NO OFNDBBABYYYSYDYDHFHFJSJCI CNANDJDJSNDJDJDJDJ EVERHTHINF HURTS AND I SCEAM N

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uniqueartisanconnoisseur · 8 months

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Travel Essentials for fall!

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area51-escapee · 1 year

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Idk maybe it’s just me maybe I’m out of it I don’t care much for celebrities in general but I do think it’s extremely weird to have basically a whole fandom around dissecting every move a celebrity makes in an attempt to prove that they’re secretly gay and picking apart song lyrics and music videos to find hints at their sexuality and how that line that can totally be interpreted in any way is actually a coded message to come out to their fans

#and then being like #‘NO we’re making it a SAFE SPACE for her to come out’#‘YOURE the homophobic one for calling us weird for saying she’s gay because she wore purple on March 9th 2021’#like yes homophobia is absolutely still alive and well but I think if the extremely famous millionaire wanted to come out she just would #speculating and picking things apart is just a lil much imo #if she doesn’t want to come out then wouldn’t the speculation be kind of stressful?#and if she’s not gay at all then don’t you just look silly?#why do you care so much you are a random 20 year old from Nebraska #she ain’t gonna fuck you

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pathologicalreid · 7 months

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buried alive | S.R.

in which the BAU races against the clock to rescue you from a killer team

who? spencer reid x fem!BAU!reader

category: angsty

content warnings: kidnapping, case stuff (murder yk), suffocation, being buried alive, hospitals, blood, nausea, CPR, funerals, use of pet names, guns, and drugs. i think that's all.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: okay, so i've been reading so much spencer fanfic and i started writing it and yesterday i realized i have 20 fics written and they're doing no one any good just sitting on my computer. i decided to finally try posting one. i wrote fanfic in high school (so like seven years ago) but this is my first time writing for a TV show. i've also never really posted on tumblr so please bear with me while i try to figure out formatting. tysm for checking out my post.

part two part three

You walked into the conference room and dropped the file on the table, allowing it to land on the wood with a satisfying splat. “The unsub’s burying them alive,” you said, letting the rest of the team know the conclusion you had come to with the medical examiner. “The M.E. found metal shavings and satin threads under the nails of our last victim. The most common materials to make up a casket.”

“There’s no way someone could bury someone alive in a casket alone, we’ve got to be dealing with a team, at least three people,” Emily concluded, standing in front of the evidence board.

It was the team’s third day on a case in Nebraska, four women had been discovered dead. Asphyxiation by hypoxia. Carbon dioxide poisoning.

“Approximately 420 people in the United States die from accidental carbon dioxide poisoning every year,” Spencer said, grabbing the file off of the table and flipping through it, taking a few seconds to read through it.

Rossi looked over Reid’s shoulder to look at the file, “but there’s nothing accidental about these deaths. Who would have access to these caskets?”

You shook your head, placing a hand on the back of Spencer’s chair, “A funeral director seems most likely.” You looked around at the Omaha field office, different agents running about in an attempt to solve these very murders. “They’d have the most access, write it off as displays. It could be hard to match the materials since they’re so common.”

Hotch leaned over the table and pressed the conference phone, “What can I do you for?” Garcia’s bright voice rang through the speaker.

“Garcia, I need you to look into funeral homes within the comfort zone. Look for a director who’s ordered more caskets than they’ve had funerals. Find anything, nothing is too small.” He told her.

“Absolutely, I’ll hit you back when I’ve got something,” she said, hanging up the phone.

There ended up being four funeral homes in the unsub’s comfort zone, so the team split up. You went with two locals to a family-owned business, Garcia had sent you all of the files you’d need on the location. “It looks like the Varn family has been in the funeral business since the seventeenth century,” you read aloud to the two agents you were in the car with.

“Does it mean they’re more or less likely to be the killers if they’ve been in business for so long?” One of the agents asked you, a younger man named Harrison.

You pursed your lips as you continued to look over the files, “I’m not seeing any glaringly obvious stressors before the murders started, but over the years I’ve learned that’s no reason to write someone off. Psychopaths can be tipped off by the slightest thing. Things none of us would bat an eye at.”

Harrison nodded in the passenger seat, looking over to his partner Jimmy, “You and your guy sure do make an interesting pair.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment, so thank you.” You and Spencer never explicitly stated to the field office that you were dating, but you walked into the precinct this morning holding hands. The agents must have drawn their own conclusions.

The younger officer cleared his throat, “It is a compliment, ma’am. The two of you are very impressive, your whole team is.”

You smiled, “Thank you, Harrison.”

The funeral home was run by a mother and her two sons, you held up your credentials for the mother when you knocked on the door. “Are you Sheila Varn?” You asked her, raising your eyebrows.

“Yes, what’s this about?” She inquired. She didn’t really look the part of a serial killer, a middle-aged woman who was running her family business.

Pocketing your credentials, you spoke, “We’re investigating the recent murders in the area and we were wondering if you had samples of the materials your caskets are made out of. Might we be able to come in?” You asked, adding a charming smile for effect.

Something flashed across her face before she returned your smile, opening the door and welcoming the three of you inside. “Hold on, let me get my boys up here. They’re so much more versed in the goings on of the town than I am,” she said, opening the door and calling for her sons. Felix and Joss came up the stairs from the basement, now they definitely had the physique to load dead women into caskets and bury them alive.

“Why don’t you two men come with me? I’ll get you those samples,” Sheila said, motioning for the agents you were with to follow her. To your horror, they followed her around the corner. “Felix, Joss, show this young lady what you know,” she instructed.

You took a deep breath before you looked up at the two men.

They were tall, maybe Spencer’s height, but they were built like wrestlers. There was no way you could physically subdue them on your own.

You passed out before you even had the chance to pull your gun.

Hotch was in full Unit Chief mode, Spencer watched from the corner of the room as he separated people into groups and gave them specific instructions. JJ and Morgan walked into the precinct, “What’s going on?” JJ asked looking around the room.

“The Varn Family is the team; two agents were found drugged on the side of the road and when we went to the funeral home Y/N was missing. Her badge, gun, and phone were all there, covered in blood,” Spencer said morosely, watching as Hotch finished giving orders and called the rest of the team over.

Your picture was up on the evidence board with the word “missing” written in bold letters beneath it. All of your belongings had been put into evidence for the time being. “Reid?” Hotch said his name, causing his head to snap up. “Are you okay to keep working?”

Spencer nodded affirmatively, “Yes.”

“Good, I need you to estimate how much time we have, I want a clock on these screens,” he ordered.

Morgan turned to Reid, “What do you think she has, kid?”

“The tidal volume for the average adult is point five at rest. That ends up being about six liters per minute. The average casket is approximately 886 liters in total volume and the average volume of the human body is 66 liters, leaving 820 liters to be filled with air for her to breathe. If she’s been gone for half an hour already, I’d estimate she has less than five hours of breathable air left.” Spencer explained, doing all of the math in his head while Emily put a timer on the screen next to the evidence board.

After a moment, Hotch continued, “Rossi, JJ, go back to the funeral home. Tear it apart, there has to be something there we haven’t found yet. The rest of us will split the list of cemeteries in the comfort zone and search them.”

“That’s a lot of ground to cover, we don’t have anything else to go on?” Morgan asked, looking at the list of burial sites he had been handed.

Hotch looked at Spencer, but Spencer stayed silent. “That’s all we have right now,” Hotch responded, “hopefully we’ll come across leads as we go.”

It smelled like a garden around you. The memory reminded you of spring with your mother, tending to the vegetable garden.

The only difference was that instead of the sun beaming down on you, it was pitch black. The space surrounding you was so dark that you weren’t totally sure your eyes were open.

Your head was throbbing just above your right temple, and you observed your surroundings. Slowly, you lifted your arm until it hit a ceiling.

Not a ceiling. A lid. You were in a casket. You pressed one hand to your chest and tried to slow your breathing. Chances were that the casket was already buried beneath the surface of the earth, trying to open it could be catastrophic. You patted the pockets of your jeans, only to find your phone missing, so the team wouldn’t be able to trace the location.

Even if you had it, there likely wouldn’t be service six feet under.

Your team would find you. They had to find you.

They found Spencer, they found Emily, and they would find you.

Spencer shifted in the passenger seat of the SUV, “You know, carbon dioxide poisoning is a rather peaceful way to die.”

“Reid,” Morgan said, turning the vehicle onto the main road, they had just finished scouring over another cemetery with still no sign of you.

He sighed and stared at his hands, “No, it’s good. We see so many people killed in so many different ways that it’s good that she won’t be in pain when she runs out of air.” He tried to convince himself.

Morgan cleared his throat, “We aren’t out of time yet, kid. We can still find her. Y/N’s smart, I’m sure she found a way to make more air or something.”

But they were running out of time, less than an hour remained on the timer set on all of their phones.

They pulled into the next cemetery, “There’s some fresh dirt over there, what are the names on the graves of people who were actually recently buried?”

Spencer starts to recite the names, and the two of them start to comb through the cemetery.

You had done enough research on this case to understand what was going on. The light-headed feeling had started not long ago, but now you felt like you were spinning, despite the knowledge that you were stuck in place.

It was a high. Not unlike the good kids high. Except instead of trying to chase a feeling, you were dying.

The timer went off when they were still scouring graves, shovels in hand. Derek stopped in his tracks, but Spencer kept going.

“Wait,” Spencer called out, reading the name on the card next to the fresh grave he was standing at, he moved to start digging. “Essie Dunbar was a thirty-year-old woman who was mistakenly buried alive in 1915,” he said, digging. “This has to be it.”

Derek called Hotch, putting the call on speakerphone so he could help Spencer dig. “Hotch, we got her, but she’s buried.”

“We’re on our way, Omaha police have one of the brothers in custody,” Hotch told Emily to have an ambulance dispatched.

What Reid knew that Derek didn’t was that it could take four hours to dig a grave by hand. The soil had been overturned, so maybe call it three. Your odds were still negligible. He didn’t stop, he didn’t stop when a caretaker came running at them, and he didn’t stop when Derek told him to get his digging equipment out here now.

Derek flashed his FBI badge to get what they needed. He had to physically pull Spencer back from the grave so the backhoe could dig, only going until there was less than a foot between them and the casket.

Spencer crudely attached a chain to the casket and the caretaker's vehicle. Carefully, the caretaker dragged the white container out of the earth and up a slant they had dug. It was locked shut, “Reid, move,” Derek ordered.

He leaned back and Derek fired at the lock, taking it off and opening the casket. Spencer gasped, there was blood on the side of your head, dried and raked through your hair. He was vaguely aware of Hotch and Emily arriving as they pulled you out of your satin prison. You had no pulse, but you were still warm. Immediately, Spencer started CPR.

“Reid let me do it,” Derek insisted.

What he was trying to say is that he shouldn’t have to be the one to try to save your life.

Morgan repeated himself and Spencer pulled away, allowing the other agent to immediately take over. There was a siren in the background, an ambulance. More people showed up, Spencer heard their voices, but he just kept watching you. CPR was effective if it was done shortly after your heart stopped, and even then, permanent brain damage was likely.

It had been eight minutes since they pulled you out of the ground. Clinically, you were dead for eight minutes before you gasped.

Spencer smoothed your hair back, away from your face, while you desperately tried to catch your breath. You weren’t moving, and Spencer started running through symptoms of hypoxia. His biggest fear was brain damage, that they had done more harm to you in bringing you back than they would have had you died.

The EMTs came running over to where everyone had gathered, dispersing the crowd, and placing an oxygen mask over your face. As they were loading you on the stretcher, you started trying to talk, reaching your arm out to your side. “Wait, what’s she saying?” JJ asked.

“Sometimes it’s hard to talk after CPR,” the male EMT said as they moved you closer to the ambulance. He listened to what you were saying, “It’s not coherent.”

Spencer didn’t move, all of the adrenaline that had been coursing through his body all day was leaving.

Aphasia. They were saying the lack of oxygen to your brain was causing aphasia. “No,” Emily said, realization dawning on her features as she strained to listen to you. You were whispering, rasping the same word over and over again. “She’s saying ‘Spence.’”

He stood quickly and looked at you, sure enough, you were reaching out your hand and whispering, “Spence, Spence.” Your voice no more than a whisper.

Grabbing your hand, Spencer squeezed it, “I’m here,” he answered. “It’s okay, it’s over,” he told you, moving your hair out of your face. Spencer secured your oxygen mask over your face as you tried to take it off, “You have to keep this on, angel.”

To his relief, you squeezed his hand back.

You had been instructed to get some rest, but you couldn’t close your eyes. You asked Spencer to go back to the hotel and change his clothes because he smelled like dirt, and it made you nauseous. Your head had been bandaged, you’d been run through an MRI, and you did an EEG, so far, the only brain damage that had been incurred seemed temporary.

According to the doctors, the nausea and fatigue should wear off, but they hadn’t been able to fully assess if any permanent damage was done. At this point, the worst of your injuries had been caused by being given CPR, resulting in cracked ribs.

Despite your headache, you kept most of the lights on in your hospital room, not quite ready to be left in the darkness again. “Hey,” a voice called from your doorway, Spencer stood, waiting to be invited in. He was wearing different clothes, a button-up with a green cardigan thrown over it, and clean pants. “How are you feeling?”

A nasal cannula slightly restricted your movement, but you were sat up in the hospital bed, “Better than I was, but not perfect.”

He shook his head, walking in and taking a seat next to you, “No one expects you to be perfect right now.” Gently, he reached out and took your hand, skimming the pad of his thumb over your knuckles. “They found the mother and the other son, and all three of them are going to go away for a long time,” he told you, speaking in the kind of hushed, reverent tones that are reserved for hospitals.

You sighed and tilted your head back, “Good,” you maundered. “That’s uh, good,” your voice was barely audible.

“So why do you look so worried?” He asked, leaning in closer to you.

In an attempt to dismiss his concern, you joked, “I think I owe Morgan some sort of life debt now.”

Spencer offered you a soft smile, “The two of you tend to trade those off, I’m sure you’ll find some way to make it up to him.” He inclined his head towards you as if to silently say, So what is it really?

You swallowed thickly, “I’m scared to close my eyes, Spence.”

His shoulders dropped, “oh, Angel,” he breathed. “Is there anything I can do for you?” He asked, looping a loose strand of your hair behind your ear. “Wait, what are you doing?” He asked, watching you as you lifted yourself, so you were on one side of the bed.

Shyly, you patted the new empty half of the bed, inviting him to sit next to you.

He had no choice but to comply, he had the hardest time saying no to you. Leaning the bed back slightly, Spencer kicked off his shoes before he laid down next to you, wrapping an arm around you as you set your cheek on his shoulder.

Your body relaxed into his and you sighed, “Spence?” You murmured.

He pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, “Yes, angel?” He whispered back to you.

“Thanks for coming to save me,” you mumbled, slowly relaxing enough to fall asleep.

Spencer exhaled, “I’m always going to come to save you.”

part two

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