bobbydrake
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So, he’s their unofficial official leader of sorts. He makes breakfast, he gets everyone and himself to school on time, he works from 3pm-8pm every weeknight and picks up the 8 hour shifts on the weekends so that their family can have enough money for food, school projects, thrift store clothes, and any other expenses that may come up in life. He reads stories to Spencer if he’s unable to fall asleep, (even though the kid has probably been reading Proust and Pound since he was crawling), he goes to JJ and Derek’s games, he helps Penelope with her homework when she doesn’t see the connection at first, and he listens to Emily when she needs a shoulder to cry on.
They’re family, it’s what he’s supposed to do.
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Prentiss conducts a very scientific survey with the team on a flight home. She doesn’t quite get the answers she expects. [criminal minds crackfic. slightly ooc. just for fun]
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“The unwarranted silence is either indicative of your inability to reach me or the fact that the divide between our two worlds is greater than it seems. Whatever it may be, I won’t stop writing these letters. Not until I know you’re still out there.
Until we meet again,
-Wirt.”When Wirt starts having ominous nightmares and visions, he thinks nothing of it. This is just what happens after an ordeal, right? At least, that’s what his therapist and parents seem to believe. But, when he receives a message in his locker at school, he knows that this is his call to action. He has to return and venture once more into the unknown to save both himself and humanity as he knows it. Luckily, he has a few companions to help him along the way.
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the city seems colder now by bobbydrake
Fandoms: Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Spider-Man - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types
24 Jun 2017
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Although sometimes it feels as though the wound has healed and the bandages can be removed, deep down, something is still amiss. He will always remember that fateful evening, with the brisk wind biting at his bare ankles and whipping at his face, stained with fresh tears. How could he ever think he could change what happened?