if my future boyfriend doesn’t give off spencer reid or mgg vibes then i d o n ’ t w a n t h i m
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Spencer: I drink to forget but I always remember
Derek: kid, that's coffee
Spencer: I DRINK TO FORGET BUT I ALWAYS REMEMBER
Hey can we talk about this
how at the end of Iron Man 3, we were reassured that Tony Stark would be back.
while for the other MCU heroes, we got this…
… not “Steve Rogers will return” or “Scott Lang will return” or “Peter Parker will return”
and at the end of BP, we see “Black Panther will return in Avengers: Infinty War”
We get their masked identities. Their superhero aliases. Their alter egos.
When we think of Captain America, Ant-Man, Spider-Man, Black Panther, etc., we think of them as the heroes who we could rely on to help us, kick ass, and save the day, right?
And what do we think of when we hear the name Tony Stark?
Here, Tony’s actual name, not his alias, is in the same position as the others, reminding us that Iron Man may be powerful, but the true person we can trust to come and save us is Tony Stark. Iron Man has firepower, but Tony has more to offer the world than just his armor. If he ever finds himself in a situation where he doesn’t have a suit, you bet he’ll find another way to save the day.
That’s what he does. He’s a mechanic. He sees a problem and he fixes it. Yeah, he has an awesome suit of armor that helps him kick ass, but that’s just a high tech prosthesis, an extension of himself, an amplification of his true superpower — his brain and his heart.
Even without Iron Man, Tony Stark is a hero.
If the BAU and I have one thing in common, it’s that we’re both looking for a white male in his twenties to forties
James: The treachery!!!
Sirius: Bitch did not just do this!!
Remus: The kid is soft, what can we do..
lady: walking down dark alley slowly and alone (everything a woman would never do)
white guy in hoodie: hey
lady: AHH
white guy in hoodie: u look like my mom *stabs her* *takes her toes*
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emily: and then i got drunk and slammed that bitch’s head into the bar counter
derek: haha thats great-
jj: its a bad one *hands out files*
emily: let me eat you out
(in the conference room)
jj: so yeah this guy stabs ladies. but now, he takes their toes
spencer: hes escalating
hotch: 😡😡😡 wheels up in 30
(zoom in on the plane)
jj: if when you do, but i cannot for the yes of he was what i no 💖 -lil huddy
(in the plane)
emily: sexual sadist
spencer: the history of toes is actually a long starting with the ancient indians they used to-
derek: dont make me put ur head through the plane window pretty boy. although i know you would love that
spencer: 😳😑
garcia on the phone: okay so i made a list of all the white guys in arizona.
derek: i want to taste ur guts
garcia: impale me with ur cock
hotch: thanks garcia 😡😡😡
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detective alzhiemers: we spoke on the phone and i invited u here but i just want u to know i dont trust a single fucking thing you say. wow agent jareau u got that barbie doll build.
hotch: 😡 where can we set up
(at the crime scene)
rossi: 👁👄👁 he took their toes. but u can see the bone here.
(camera zooms in on derek)
derek: *takes off his sunglasses* *flexes* hes devolving
(at the m.e)
doctor dr. : so basically he kills them. u can see because theyre dead. he takes their toes but its sloppy.
emily: he must be doing it because he doesnt have any toes.
reid: *calling garcia* we need a list
(music escalates)
—
spencer: yeah so basically hes white and a sexual sadist
hotch: mid 30s, his mother didnt love him
emily: HES IMPOTENT because his girlfriend cut off his balls
derek: and he does not have toes. we gotta catch him fast. *picks up a call from garcia*
jj: i will be telling the press so we can get calls about men without toes.
garcia: hey my 12 inch bad dragon dick. i found him- Ben Serialkiller, 54 creep lane. born without toes, his mom kicked him out when he was 5.
derek: thanks babygirl. remind me to kiss ur feet tonight.
rossi: god am i old enough to die
detective alzheimers: actually i think youre completely wrong.
emily: we dont fucking care shut up limpdick
other cops: okay we believe you now
—
(in a dark basement)
spencer: Ben, i get it. u dont have to kill these women. *puts the gun down and takes off kevlar for no fucking reason* my mom tried to kill me too. but im not a serial killer.
white guy in hoodie: you dont get it.
rossi: you dont want to kill her. we can let the world know of your struggle, ben. we will teach them of a world with men without toes.
white guy in hoodie: okay i guess. *lets go of lady* *cries*
hotch: 😡😡😡 *cuffs him*
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morgan, on the jet: u did good today, kid.
reid: thanks. i wonder what my life would be like if i didnt have 3 lifetimes of trauma on my 27 year old back.
morgan: hahaha
emily, joining in: hahahaha. loser
hotch: 😡😡😡 i wish i had emotions
jj: i miss my kids
emily: can we fuck yet
jj: fine i guess
(picture of the sky)
rossi: And in the end, if I eated soap, no I didnt because I yes ✨ -hitler