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[shelbys-advice-blog]

I want to live by myself when I move out of my parent's place but I'm really afraid of money problems? I'm afraid that the only place I can afford will be in the ghetto and it'll all be torn apart and I'll only be allowed to eat one granola bar a week. I'm really stressing out about this. I don't know anything about after school life. I don't know anything about paying bills or how to buy an apartment and it's really scaring me. is there anything you know that can help me?

HI darling,

I’ve actually got a super wonderful masterpost for you to check out:

Home

what the hell is a mortgage?

first apartment essentials checklist

how to care for cacti and succulents

the care and keeping of plants

Getting an apartment

Money

earn rewards by taking polls

how to coupon

what to do when you can’t pay your bills

see if you’re paying too much for your cell phone bill

how to save money

How to Balance a Check Book

How to do Your Own Taxes

Health

how to take care of yourself when you’re sick

things to bring to a doctor’s appointment

how to get free therapy

what to expect from your first gynecologist appointment

how to make a doctor’s appointment

how to pick a health insurance plan

how to avoid a hangover

a list of stress relievers

how to remove a splinter

Emergency

what to do if you get pulled over by a cop

a list of hotlines in a crisis

things to keep in your car in case of an emergency

how to do the heimlich maneuver

Job

time management

create a resume

find the right career

how to pick a major

how to avoid a hangover

how to interview for a job

how to stop procrastinating

How to write cover letters

Travel

ULTIMATE PACKING LIST

Traveling for Cheap

Travel Accessories

The Best Way to Pack a Suitcase

How To Read A Map

How to Apply For A Passport

How to Make A Travel Budget

Better You

read the news

leave your childhood traumas behind

how to quit smoking

how to knit

how to stop biting your nails

how to stop procrastinating

how to stop skipping breakfast

how to stop micromanaging

how to stop avoiding asking for help

how to stop swearing constantly

how to stop being a pushover

learn another language

how to improve your self-esteem

how to sew

learn how to embroider

how to love yourself

100 tips for life

Apartments/Houses/Moving

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 1: Are You Sure? (The Responsible One)

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 2: Finding the Damn Apartment (The Responsible One)

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 3: Questions to Ask about the Damn Apartment (The Responsible One)

Moving Out and Getting an Apartment, Part 4: Packing and Moving All of Your Shit (The Responsible One)

How to Protect Your Home Against Break-Ins (The Responsible One)

Education

How to Find a Fucking College (The Sudden Adult)

How to Find Some Fucking Money for College (The Sudden Adult)

What to Do When You Can’t Afford Your #1 Post-Secondary School (The Sudden Adult)

Stop Shitting on Community College Kids (Why Community College is Fucking Awesome) (The Responsible One)

How to Ask for a Recommendation Letter (The Responsible One)

How to Choose a College Major (The Sudden Adult)

Finances

How to Write a Goddamn Check (The Responsible One)

How to Convince Credit Companies You’re Not a Worthless Bag of Shit (The Responsible One)

Debit vs Credit (The Responsible One)

What to Do if Your Wallet is Stolen/Lost (The Sudden Adult)

Budgeting 101 (The Responsible One)

Important Tax Links to Know (The Responsible One)

How to Choose a Bank Without Screwing Yourself (The Responsible One)

Job Hunting

How to Write a Resume Like a Boss (The Responsible One)

How to Write a Cover Letter Someone Will Actually Read (The Responsible One)

How to Handle a Phone Interview without Fucking Up (The Responsible One)

10 Sites to Start Your Job Search (The Responsible One)

Life Skills

Staying in Touch with Friends/Family (The Sudden Adult)

Bar Etiquette (The Sudden Adult)

What to Do After a Car Accident (The Sudden Adult)

Grow Up and Buy Your Own Groceries (The Responsible One)

How to Survive Plane Trips (The Sudden Adult)

How to Make a List of Goals (The Responsible One)

How to Stop Whining and Make a Damn Appointment (The Responsible One)

Miscellaneous

What to Expect from the Hell that is Jury Duty (The Responsible One)

Relationships

Marriage: What the Fuck Does It Mean and How the Hell Do I Know When I’m Ready? (Guest post - The Northwest Adult)

How Fucked Are You for Moving In with Your Significant Other: An Interview with an Actual Real-Life Couple Living Together™ (mintypineapple  and catastrofries)

Travel & Vehicles

How to Winterize Your Piece of Shit Vehicle (The Responsible One)

How to Make Public Transportation Your Bitch (The Responsible One)

Other Blog Features

Apps for Asshats

Harsh Truths & Bitter Reminders

Asks I’ll Probably Need to Refer People to Later

Apartments (or Life Skills) - How Not to Live in Filth (The Sudden Adult)

Finances - Tax Basics (The Responsible One)

Important Documents - How to Get a Copy of Your Birth Certificate (The Responsible One)

Important Documents - How to Get a Replacement ID (The Responsible One)

Health - How to Deal with a Chemical Burn (The Responsible One)

Job Hunting - List of Jobs Based on Social Interaction Levels (The Sudden Adult)

Job Hunting - How to Avoid Falling into a Pit of Despair While Job Hunting (The Responsible One)

Job Hunting - Questions to Ask in an Interview (The Responsible One)

Life Skills - First-Time Flying Tips (The Sudden Adult)

Life Skills - How to Ask a Good Question (The Responsible One)

Life Skills - Reasons to Take a Foreign Language (The Responsible One)

Life Skills - Opening a Bar Tab (The Sudden Adult)

Relationships - Long Distance Relationships: How to Stay in Contact (The Responsible One)

Adult Cheat Sheet:

what to do if your pet gets lost

removing stains from your carpet

how to know if you’re eligible for food stamps

throwing a dinner party

i’m pregnant, now what?

first aid tools to keep in your house

how to keep a clean kitchen

learning how to become independent from your parents

job interview tips

opening your first bank account

what to do if you lose your wallet

tips for cheap furniture

easy ways to cut your spending

selecting the right tires for your car

taking out your first loan

picking out the right credit card

how to get out of parking tickets

how to fix a leaky faucet

get all of your news in one place

getting rid of mice & rats in your house

when to go to the e.r.

buying your first home

how to buy your first stocks

guide to brewing coffee

first apartment essentials checklist

coping with a job you hate

30 books to read before you’re 30

what’s the deal with retirement?

difference between insurances

Once you’ve looked over all those cool links, I have some general advice for you on how you can have some sort of support system going for you:

Reasons to move out of home

You may decide to leave home for many different reasons, including:

wishing to live independently

location difficulties – for example, the need to move closer to university

conflict with your parents

being asked to leave by your parents.

Issues to consider when moving out of home

It’s common to be a little unsure when you make a decision like leaving home. You may choose to move, but find that you face problems you didn’t anticipate, such as:

Unreadiness – you may find you are not quite ready to handle all the responsibilities.

Money worries – bills including rent, utilities like gas and electricity and the cost of groceries may catch you by surprise, especially if you are used to your parents providing for everything. Debt may become an issue.

Flatmate problems – issues such as paying bills on time, sharing housework equally, friends who never pay board, but stay anyway, and lifestyle incompatibilities (such as a non-drug-user flatting with a drug user) may result in hostilities and arguments.

Your parents may be worried

Think about how your parents may be feeling and talk with them if they are worried about you. Most parents want their children to be happy and independent, but they might be concerned about a lot of different things. For example:

They may worry that you are not ready.

They may be sad because they will miss you.

They may think you shouldn’t leave home until you are married or have bought a house.

They may be concerned about the people you have chosen to live with.

Reassure your parents that you will keep in touch and visit regularly. Try to leave on a positive note. Hopefully, they are happy about your plans and support your decision.

Tips for a successful move

Tips include:

Don’t make a rash decision – consider the situation carefully. Are you ready to live independently? Do you make enough money to support yourself? Are you moving out for the right reasons?

Draw up a realistic budget – don’t forget to include ‘hidden’ expenses such as the property’s security deposit or bond (usually four weeks’ rent), connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.

Communicate – avoid misunderstandings, hostilities and arguments by talking openly and respectfully about your concerns with flatmates and parents. Make sure you’re open to their point of view too – getting along is a two-way street.

Keep in touch – talk to your parents about regular home visits: for example, having Sunday night dinner together every week.

Work out acceptable behaviour – if your parents don’t like your flatmate(s), find out why. It is usually the behaviour rather than the person that causes offence (for example, swearing or smoking). Out of respect for your parents, ask your flatmate(s) to be on their best behaviour when your parents visit and do the same for them.

Ask for help – if things are becoming difficult, don’t be too proud to ask your parents for help. They have a lot of life experience.

If your family home does not provide support

Not everyone who leaves home can return home or ask their parents for help in times of trouble. If you have been thrown out of home or left home to escape abuse or conflict, you may be too young or unprepared to cope.

If you are a fostered child, you will have to leave the state-care system when you turn 18, but you may not be ready to make the sudden transition to independence.

If you need support, help is available from a range of community and government organisations. Assistance includes emergency accommodation and food vouchers. If you can’t call your parents or foster parents, call one of the associations below for information, advice and assistance.

Where to get help

Your doctor

Kids Helpline Tel. [phone]

Lifeline Tel. 13 11 44

Home Ground Services Tel. [phone]

Relationships Australia Tel. [phone]

Centrelink Crisis or Special Help Tel. 13 28 50

Tenants Union of Victoria Tel. [phone]

Things to remember

Try to solve any problems before you leave home. Don’t leave because of a fight or other family difficulty if you can possibly avoid it.

Draw up a realistic budget that includes ‘hidden’ expenses, such as bond, connection fees for utilities, and home and contents insurance.

Remember that you can get help from a range of community and government organizations. 

(source)

Keep me updated? xx

[brihann-deactivated20220622]

Reblogging for myself

[yagirl-kore]

Woah

[spencer-not-reid]

Justice for Tristyn Bailey

http://chng.it/24SY26xg24

A week ago, early in the morning hours of Sunday, May 9, Trystan Bailey was last seen alive at the Durban Amenity Center. By 10am, she was reported missing by her family.

She was a 13-year-old 7th grader that went to Patriot Oaks Academy in St. Augustine, FL. She was a successful, passionate, and active member of the First Coach cheerleading community. She received many recognitions for her compassionate personality and dedicated work ethic.

That Sunday afternoon, around 12 hours since she was last seen, her body was found in a wooded area near a retention pond by a local church.

She was raped, stabbed, and her head was beaten.

A 14-year-old boy named Aiden Fucci was arrested and charged with Tristyn’s murder. They went to the same school, and lived in the same neighborhood. Mutual friends of Tristyn and Fucci also commented that they were friends at school.

After he was obtained by the police, he posted a picture on Snapchat saying “Has anyone seen Tristyn lately?”

Fucci was charged as a juvenile with second-degree murder. Murder meets the parameters for Fucci to be tried as an adult, and why should he not be?

He killed a 13-year-old, and has proven to show absolutely NO remorse.

This girl had hopes and desires and plans for the future just like the rest of us. She had a favorite color and a favorite song. She had a favorite memory and favorite friend to talk to in the hallway at school. She had a room she had spent time decorating, a makeup routine for her cheer competitions. None of that is here anymore, because of Aiden Fucci.

The link at the top is a petition on Change. org to give Tristyn justice.

[spencer-not-reid]

Pierre

(Listen to Pierre be Ryn Weaver while reading)

- I can’t let him in, you call up me up and ask me how I’ve been, I call your bluff and keep on telling, telling, telling you lies -

“Hey... how have you been?” I heard Spencer’s voice ask. He sounded different.

“Fine, yeah,” I said, trying to sound distracted. Maybe if he thought I was distracted he’d think I’m over him. 

“That... that’s good. I just wanted to ask, day’s been... kind of boring,” he replied. We were both silent for a few long seconds.

“I don’t think that’s why you called me,” I blurted. I heard him take a breath. I’d normally get upset and emotional right about now, but I decided that I didn’t care. Not now.

- Danced in the desert in the pouring rain, drank with the devil and forgot my name, woke with somebody when the morning came. No one there to shame me for my youth... ‘cause I wouldn't be with you - 

“I’ve been doing everything I can, and it worked for awhile,” I said, “I went to out to Arizona to visit my sister and I got drunk and slept with someone I didn’t know. And I did it because you aren’t around to tell me what’s right for me anymore. You never even had that right and you somehow still managed to lose it.” I finished.

- And I’ll keep on telling, telling, telling you lies -

“And I’ve been doing fine without you,” I said. I realized I had repeated myself twice. “I’ve been doing fine.” I reiterated. Before he could say anything, hung up and threw the handheld house phone across the room. I was lucky it landed on a chair cushion.

“I’ve been doing fine,” I said, this time to myself.

- Count down to the day they may come true -

“I’ve been doing fine.”

[thedyke]

also i literally do not care whether you prefer pads or tampons but the fact that in almost every situation where free period supplies are available, they’re tampons, and this is just assumed to be fine (or people like campaigning for “free tampons” rather than “free menstrual products”) upsets me bc there are a lot of people who use pads who cannot use tampons and i don’t understand why tampons are considered not just the default but the only option worth mentioning

[yardsards]

also how pad users are seen as unhygienic or childish or less capable/active

[spencer-not-reid]

FUCKING EXACTLY. I’m biologically female and can’t use tampons and it’s so uncomfortable now and was honestly terrifying when I was young and needed supplies and they only had like... huge tampons to offer. I hate that people who menstruate are shamed for what they do or don’t stop DEAD UTERAL LINING FROM LEAKING THROUGH THEIR PANTS. Like what the actual fuck society ?

[spencer-not-reid]

author’s note ?

Hi all, sorry I guess I just wanted to say that I know Body Language was kinda short, and also sorry about the random POV switch. I read back through it and realized it wasn’t that *intense* which was the vibe I was going for. I’m not going to delete it but just wanted to say that future writing will be better Lol

[spencer-not-reid]

Body Language, Pt. 3

Part 1:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/642653179122794496/body-language-pt-1

Part 2:

   https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645851107666591744/body-language-pt-2

I crossed over to him and laced my fingers into his long hair, pulling him to meet my lips in passionate kiss. At first he was hesitant, confused as to why I was kissing him instead of punishing him.

Oh, we were just getting started.

※※※

Spencer tugged against the ropes that tied his wrists together and to the bed. I had also bound his legs to the bottom of the bedframe, but unlike his arms, they were spread wide. I chuckled at his weak attempt at a struggle. Blowing out the match in front of candle I had just lit on the dresser, I turned to him.

I had taken off everything but my bra and underwear, which were both black and lacy.

“Really, Doctor?” I said, knowing he loved the use of the honorific, especially in the bedroom., “Now you’re trying to get out of this punishment? I don’t think so,” I drawled. He let his head hit the pillows, huffing in frustration. I stepped towards him, asking him the most important question before I began to touch him. “Safe word?”

“G-gravity,” he breathed.

“Good boy,” I said as I ran a finger from his collarbone continually down his torso, causing him to whimper softly.  My finger stopped at his hips, “You were so transparent today, Doctor. I bet half of the team knows we’re having sex now,” I cooed as gripping his pale skin with my hands. I climbed on the bed, straddling his stomach with my thighs. “Is that what you wanted, boy? Showing the whole team how submissive you really are? How I can make eye contact with you and already have you begging at my feet?” I teased, rocking back and forth slightly. He shuddered and began to say something, but stopped short when his eyes met mine. “What was that, pretty boy?” I asked, leaning closer to his face. He shook his head, looking regretful already. “Answer me,” I said sternly.

“How do they know that I-I’m not the dominant?” He said quietly, but with a hint of annoyance. 

Any mercy that I had was immediately gone. I yanked his head back by his hair and he moaned loudly, “Really, boy? Now you’re going to talk back to me?” I snarled, “How they know that I’m the dominant is because they can read your body language better than you know how to control it,” I seethed. “How you always have your head down, hands behind your back when someone is yelling, how you look up from under your eyelashes when you’re shy?” I began, nipping at his neck to prove each point. “How about when you called me ‘Miss’ on our last case, and couldn’t make eye contact with anyone after you realized what you might have given away? That’s how they know you aren’t in control here, Pet,” I hissed, sucking at his neck harshly while he whimpered underneath me. I slid down his body, until I was settled comfortably between his legs. The tip of my finger traced spirals from his hipbones all the way to his base. I suddenly gripped him in my hand, hearing a yelp from above me.

“P-please!” he said in desperate voice.

“I know you can do better than that, slut,” I said, slapping his thigh, “Come on, pretty boy, you can do better.”

“Mistress please touch me, I can be good, please,  please,” he begged.

“How pathetic,” I started, “But then again, I do love it when you beg.” I took him in my hand, slowly pumping as he hissed and moaned. “Do you like this, baby?” I asked, nipping at his thighs. 

“Ah- yes!” he cried. He began to tremble as my hand moved faster and faster. His whimper as I pulled my hand away abruptly made me smirk. 

“Oh, you didn’t think you would get to come, did you?” I laughed, “This is a punishment, boy, not a reward.” I reached over to the corner of the mattress, picking up a cock ring and slipping it on him. He groaned. I picked up a small remote, and pressed a button. Spencer cried out as the ring vibrated. “Aw baby, it’s so easy to get you desperate,” I whispered, moving up to his chest, “Only a hand-job and a vibrating ring and you’re already crying for more?” I said, licking over the purple marks on his neck, causing him to cry out another time. “Oh pretty boy, we haven’t even gotten to the best part,” I said sultrily, sliding off of him and the bed as I grabbed the black, still-lit candle, a leather riding crop, and a thick tie from his drawer. I put the candle and crop down beside the bed, while I tied the tie around his eyes as a blindfold. “Is this okay, pretty boy?” I asked, I saw him nod, “And what’s your safe word again?”

“Gravity,” he breathed. 

“We haven’t done a lot of temperature play, so you have to use your safe word if you get uncomfortable at any time, do you understand me?” I said, a little sternly so as to get my point across. I knew if I didn’t remind him of it, he wouldn’t say anything unless he was on the verge of a panic attack. 

“Y-yes Ma’am,” he said, trying to stifle a moan at the vibrations that continued to radiate through his cock. 

“Good boy,” I said, causing his lips to twitch into a smile. I picked up the riding crop, and began tracing it all over his soft, exposed skin. I heard him breathing lightly in anticipation. His face looked confused when I brought it away from his body, but moaned loudly when it smacked his inner thigh. I repeated this a few more times, watching him begin to wriggle his body in excited nervousness. 

I dipped a finger in the wax, and touched it to his neck. He whimpered, causing me to stop.

“Please k-keep going,” he breathed. I was glad it wasn’t a sound of distress. It gave me pleasure to give him pleasure. I held the candle above his chest, tipping it very slightly to the side, so the wax would drip out and onto him. He moaned in a high pitch as the wax hit his body, and kept on making obscene noises as I moved the black candle lower and lower. “Ngh- fuck!” he moaned loudly as the wax reached his lower pelvic area, right above where I had begun to tease him.

I tilted it back upright and crossed back to place it again on the dresser, making him whine at the loss of the pleasantly painful heat. 

Yet again, I crouched between his legs on the bed.

“You’ve been sooo good, Spencer,” I said, tracing one finger over his tip. He bit his lip to keep from crying out again. 

I grabbed the cock ring and slipped it off quickly, immediately replacing it with my mouth. He let out a strangled whine as I bobbed my head at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Ma-am, I- fuck, ah, fuck!” he cried, throwing his head back again. I hummed, letting the vibrations go through his cock.

I paused, “You have to use your words, Pet,” I whispered, “Tell me what you want me to do...” I trailed off lowly.

“Faster!” he yelped. I slapped his thigh, hard.

“Manners,” I growled

“Mistress please go faster! Please, I need to-” I smirked and cut him off mid-sentence by slipping my lips back around is hard cock, swirling my tongue around and gripping his thighs hard enough to leave bruises.

“Agh- p-please! I-” he cried out. I bobbed my head faster and faster, moaning into him, the vibrations from my mouth bringing him closer to the edge.

He started shaking, and I could tell what was about to happen.

“I-I’m going to-ah! I’m- ngghhh-”

I quickly lifted myself up is body and ripped the tie from his face.

“Look me in the eyes when you come,” I commanded. He blushed and threw his head back momentarily. As he reached his climax, I dragged my nails down his thighs and locked eyes with him as he sobbed and came in my mouth. I swallowed most of it, hating the taste as always. But he liked watching me swallow, and he had earned it. I quickly turned and released his legs from the restraints.

Spencer’s body collapsed against the sheets, legs trembling and panting heavily, trying to catch his breath. I climbed up his limp body one last time, resting my palms against the sides of his face and kissing him passionately. 

I pulled away, “I love you, Spencer,” I whispered, pressing my lips back to his, softly this time. I reached up and untied his wrists as well. He hummed into the kiss, opening his eyes and bringing his hand up to stroke my cheek.

“I love you too, (Y/n),” he whispered back. I pressed my forehead to his, then gently climbed off and tip toed to the bathroom, coming back with a cool, wet towel. I wiped the wax, sweat, and drops of what I didn’t swallow from his body. After I finished, I tossed the soft rag into the bathroom, and crawled into bed beside him. We were both sweating, so I left the sheets crumpled at the end of the bed. I rested his head on my shoulder, closing his eyes softly. Suddenly, he looked up at me with concern.

“Hey, are you okay pretty boy?” I asked, stroking my hand through his curls. 

“Yes, I just realized you didn’t-”

“Sshh, baby it’s okay,” I said soothingly, “You’re tired baby, I’m not going to ask you to do anything today.”

He frowned at me, pushing off me and sliding from the bed to his knees on the floor. I smiled and shook my head lying down on my stomach with my arms hanging off the bed. I combed a hand through his hair again, “Aww Pet it’s okay, we can rest for now baby boy,” I said. 

He furrowed his brows and shook his head. He whispered something but I couldn’t quite hear him.

“Raise your voice, love,” I said gently.

“I want you to r-ride my face,” he said softly, looking up at me with puppy eyes. I just smiled. 

“Alright boy, but you better make it quick, we have dinner with the team in 20 minutes,” I laughed. Spencer’s eyes widened, looking down to the bruises on his wrists softly touching the marks on his neck. He groaned.

“Uh-uh! I don’t need your complaining, show me how much you appreciate what I did for you, pretty boy,” I teased playfully.

※※※

It’s safe to say we were a little late for that dinner.

[spencer-not-reid]

Body Language, Pt. 2

Part 1:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/642653179122794496/body-language-pt-1

Part 3:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645923305711370240/body-language-pt-3

“(Y-Y/n), l-let me explain,” he rushed, eyes wide, voice high and squeaky. I simply stared at him, letting the fear turn over in his mind. I knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it much longer. Seeing the sweat on his forehead leading down to his terrified eyes made me want to tie him up and ruin him right that second. But he would have to wait.

Torturing him was the best part.

※※※

Turning to close the bedroom door, I stayed silent. I only did this when I was furious, and he knew it. Still facing the wood, I brought my hand up and slammed it against the doorframe. I heard Spencer whimper behind me. 

“Spencer Reid?” I asked.

“Yes (Y-Y/n)?” he said almost too quietly for me to hear.

“Did I give you permission to call me by my name?,” I growled, my voice raising slightly.

“No Ma’am!” he squeaked loudly. I whirled to face him. 

“When,” I annunciated the first syllable of my sentence with a step towards him, “Did I ever give you permission to touch yourself while I’m not here?” His jaw tensed as he realized how much trouble he was in. “And do you have any idea how fucking obvious you were today? Looking at me and biting your lip in the goddamn conference room in front of everyone,” I scoffed. As of now, I was standing next to the bed, looking down at him with a hard stare. He clutched the sheets closer, which made me cock my eyebrow. “So you practically spoke about wanting me to fuck you with your body language today, but you think you get to hide your gorgeous body from me when I get home?” I questioned. His eyes widened and he shook his head vigorously.

 I watched as he slowly crawled towards me on all fours, sitting on his knees and putting his hands behind his back as he reached the side of the bed I was on. I lifted his chin with my finger, to which he refused. Then I grabbed his chin forcefully and yanked it closer to my face. I leaned in so my lips were right beside his ear. “I’m going to tie you up and ruin you,” I whispered, causing Spencer’s whole body to shudder. 

I let go of his chin, and turned around to the dresser where our assortment of all different colors, textures, and sizes of toys and ropes were kept. Picking out a few things, I lifted them out and placed them on the end of the bed. I glanced at Reid, watching him eye the items with nervousness. 

I crossed over to him and laced my fingers into his long hair, pulling him to meet my lips in passionate kiss. At first he was hesitant, confused as to why I was kissing him instead of punishing him.

Oh, we were just getting started.

[feministism]

[drankinwatahmelin]

4. If the car pulls up to you run in the opposite direction.

5. Walk with your keys in your hands and keep a key between each finger

6. If they put you in the trunk kick out the headlights

7. If you get lost find a woman with a child. Never ask a man for help (this one was drilled)

[bando--grand-scamyon]

That scream fire piece of advice is literally life saving

8. Watch your shadows and reflections, especially if someone is walking behind you. A split second notice is better than none and will help you.

[gaylittlepieceofsh1t]

Yes this last one really saves lives y'all I do it all the time

[uncleromeo]

girls have to learn to view the world like international intelligence agents just to be safe walking down the street. smh.

[twilightt-fantasy]

guys pls pls pls reblog and girls pls pls pls be safe out there. terrifying and so sad that we have to worry about this on a daily basis

[guiltyidealist]

(I’m an enby, but, frankly, this is helpful for anyone.)

[cryptidinks]

- always tell someone where youre at and an approx time when youll be back

[witcheshaven]

Add text replacement words in your phone if possible. Something short and memorable that you can send quickly to people in moments of emergencies.

E.g.

[whatchagonnadoabooouuutttit]

I f ing hate that we need to reblog this, people suck, but this will save lives.

DO NOT SCROLL PAST

[anonymousmothman]

Being female fucking sucks but yes this shit is important for everyone

[deadlymodern]

Also, do not walk close to walls. It will be easier for someone so walk past you and push you against it or corner you.

If your gut is telling you to cross the street or change your path, do it. Don’t risk it. Your body knows.

If you can, buy a large umbrella and walk holding it. Studies say that predators are less likely to attempt an attack on someone that could fight back. Keys around your knuckles is fine but you’ll need to get very close to do damage. Umbrellas are more precise.

Avoid wearing headphones if you are alone on an empty street. Look aware.

Again: Stay. Away. From. Walls.

Entering an uber alone? Call your father (or anyone you trust) and say “hey dad! Yep, I’m almost there, I’m sending you the route.” outloud. Then proceed to send them the route so they can follow the uber drive. This will most likely intimidate the predator.

If you see someone in an uncomfortable or possibly dangerous situation, walk up to them and say “Betty, oh my god, I haven’t seen you in so long!”. If she gets slightly confused, you can whisper and let her know you’re trying to help and that she should follow along. Walk together to another station or away from where you are. The man will most likely not follow. I have done this one 2 times and can be very helpful.

If you are unsure she needs help, you can pass her a note saying something like “hey, I noticed this man beside you is making you uncomfortable. If you’d like help, fake a sneeze right now and I will come up to you and pretend we are friends.” This is a long note, but its an example. Be discrete. If she follows along, proceed with the previous tip. This is helpful when you’re in a crowded train and you notice harassment.

Help your sisters. Trust them. Trust yourself. Be safe.

[goodgirl81]

If you ever feel unsafe or need help, anyone is welcome to run upto me and ask me for help! I’ll go all mama bear and keep you safe!!!

[v1b3ch3ckl0s3r]

https://docs.google.com/document/d/166g6Vo8Fb9H3FIZF2H6faEBHtFQSf7nVn_QxcJ9NMi0/edit?usp=sharing

I made this google doc covering 14 different self defense tips and tricks. it was made on January 15th, 2020 so it was before I decided I’d come back to tumblr jhjshdbjfh.

[the-sunflowergoddess]

EVERY TIME I SEE THIS I REBLOG BECAUSE THIS IS SUPER IMPORTANT!!!!!

[spencer-not-reid]

I hate that we have to live like this.

[cherryandsisters-deactivated202]

an explanation is not owed

[antique-scarecrow]

i want to show this to everyone i know

[gracieleaf]

This is soooo important

[spencer-not-reid]

FUCKING EXACTLY!

[spencer-not-reid]

H a h a i l o v e c r y i n g a t s c h o o l

[spencer-not-reid]

writing prompts but make them all ridiculous quotes from people i know

1. "If you hand me more Goldfish, I am going to scream." 2. "You've never fucking played Scrabble?!" 3. "This is one thing you can't fix with a Periodic Table." 4. "Are you actually high right now?" 5. "LET'S MAKE POWERPOINTS!" 6. "Can't we just be gay in a frog-themed cottage together?" 7. "THERE'S VODKA IN THIS JUICE BOX, YOU CAN'T HAVE IT!" 8. "Ya know, these murder hunts really makes me crave Skittles." 9. "Is my calf buff or fat?" 10. "Raspberries and raspberry PopTarts are basically the same thing." 11. "I couldn't find my husband!" 12. "My knees are moist!" 13. "No pink, no dolls, no Madonna." 14. "I guess spines just really turn me on." 15. "I'm mentally doing the FitnessGram Pacer Test." 16. "I'm a whore for books." 17. "Wearing a blindfold can be very educational... depending on who you're with." 18. "Well... she died. But not in a bad way!" 19. "I'm less Professor Snape and mre Ms. Frizzle." 20. "He thinks it's orange juice!" 21. "I will NOT lose this war they don't know they're participating in!" 22. "Quick, say something so I don't come off hetero." 23. "DID YOU JUST GET PROPOSITIONED?"

[spencer-not-reid]

Body Language, Pt. 1

Part 2:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645851107666591744/body-language-pt-2

Part 3:

https://justanotherfandomloser.tumblr.com/post/645923305711370240/body-language-pt-3

You jogged up the stairs, sneakers hitting the old, carpeted apartment building steps harder than normal. You reached your floor, stuffed your hand in your go-bag and fumbled for your keys. As you pulled them out, you jammed the only silver one into the lock and twisted, throwing the door open angrily. It had been a BAD day. You worked at the BAU, in Quantico, VA. You had been working a case today that heavily involved BDSM play. It was full of jokes from Derek and flirting from Penelope. They weren’t the issue, though. 

It was your boyfriend, Spencer Reid. Every time dominance and submission was brought up, he glanced your way, his body turning slightly towards you. You would catch him staring at your body, biting his pretty pink lip until a visible dent appeared. No doubt what his eidetic memory and vivid imagination were up to trouble. 

How could he let his body language run away from him like that? We’re surrounded by profilers, for god’s sake. I know Emily and JJ noticed, it’s hard to keep anything like this from them. At least that’s how Spencer was acting. He left the BAU at the normal clock-out time, but I stayed to do some extra file work for the case we had finished. It was a clean shot from Rossi, but the Unsub did die, so there was bound to be more paperwork to complete. You saw Spencer’s eyes catch yours on his way out. You just glared, and saw his eyebrows draw together in slight fear. He’s a genius... he’ll figure out what he’d done.

As I closed my last file, I looked up to see Hotch exiting his office and walking towards the clear doors towards the elevator. I placed the file in the plastic holder in the corner of my desk, then gathered up my go-bag and coat to follow my superior. I jogged towards the elevator, which he held for me before it closed at the last second. 

“Hey,” I said, worn-out and irritated. I did my best to keep my tone neutral and polite, as he was my superior. Not to mention he was someone I respected as a person. I knew he could tell something was wrong, though. He frowned slightly, lips pursing together. 

“Everything okay?” He asked, fully knowing that something was up.

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just a stressful day, boss,” I said, trying to add a chuckle at the end. I hadn’t convinced him, but it didn’t seem like he was going to press any further. 

“Okay. Just tell me if there’s anything you need.” 

I nodded.

“Thanks, Hotch,” I said, genuinely grateful to the man standing beside me. He nodded towards me, and I returned it. He exited the elevator first. I followed, walking to my car in the underground parking lot. The drive home only 20 minutes, but seemed like forever. I had been thinking about Spencer’s obvious behavior all the way to our shared apartment, and was seething by the time I got out.

※※※

I tossed my keys on the stand next to the door, and set my bag down on the end of the couch. 

Where is he?

I quickly looked around the room, a kitchen off to the side, and a living room connected to it. It wasn’t a huge apartment, but it worked for us. I noticed soft noises coming from down the small hall where our bedroom and bathroom were located. I growled under my breath and made my way down the hallway. The noises became louder as I approached the closed bedroom. Discernable moans came from behind the door.

I knocked roughly and flung it open.

The sight I was met with filled me to the brim with even more anger. Spencer was sprawled out on the bed, his hair mussed and his clothes on the floor. His hand shot up from his dick, and he pulled himself up to the headboard of the bed. 

“(Y-Y/n), l-let me explain,” he rushed, eyes wide, voice high and squeaky. I simply stared at him, letting the fear turn over in his mind. I knew he wouldn’t be able to handle it much longer. Seeing the sweat on his forehead leading down to his terrified eyes made me want to tie him up and ruin him right that second. But he would have to wait. 

Torturing him was the best part.

A.N. - 

Ahhh this is just the first part, I’ll finish it soon. t/y!

Update-

I’ve finished all three parts. My first actual thing on here, tysm for reading! I only started it in 2nd person POV, the rest of it it 1st person POV