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I hope that when the day comes that Palestine is free, people don't expect everything to suddenly be alright overnight, because that won't be the end of it. There's this thing called intergenerational trauma that as an Indigenous person on Turtle Island, let me say, can fuck a People up for a long time. It will take generations to recover from such catastrophic and longstanding colonial violence. And when current leftist allies start back-peddling on their support and villainizing Palestinians if they aren't "perfect citizens" (a measurement that is highly westernized anyway), remember that trauma, especially on such a large scale, does things to people. What I'm saying is, the support shouldn't end there.

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oh lord i know his dick is veiny. i just know it.

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☆ put this star into the inbox of your favorite blogs. it's time to spread positivity!

thank you 🤧🤧 this is crazy considering i’ve been so absent 😞 it’s nice to know people still come here once i. a while <3

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POLO SHIRT AARON HOTCHNER in 8x23 “BROTHERS HOTCHNER.”

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GOTCH

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Remember today. Remember how the world stood by and watched 2.2 million people which more than half of them are children get annihilated. Remember how Israel cut off all ways of communication and internet inside and outside of gaza, and started bombarding the strip heavily like never before with American weapons. How israel made itself look like the victim while it kills a Palestinian child every 10-15 minutes. Remember how if you're in gaza and your house got bombed, you will die either way because there is no way you can call an ambulance. You can't check on your loved ones even if they were meters away. Remember how everybody remained silent while Israelis chant and celebrate Palestinians death, and we demand the chance to live.

Remember how they bombed hospitals, mosques, churches, schools, refugee camps and houses. Remember the families who survived the first bombing in their house, only to get killed in a hospital or a camp. Remember how their defense minister called us Human Animals, our children children of the dark. Remember how the USA and Israel are testing weapons on the people of gaza. Things we've never seen before.

Remember the babies who survived the bombing while their entire family got killed. Who will tell these children their names? They experienced trauma that they don't even have the language to describe it.

Remember that we watched a genocide live, before they start changing the narrative. Remember that when this is marked in history, you were on what side. Remember the "never again" in the holocaust and Rwanda and and, but the "again and again" in gaza until everybody is dead in the most gruesome way.

Remember the killed Palestinians. They are not numbers.

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if posts about spencer reid do not get off of the aaron hotchner tag i will self destruct.

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hi hi I’m just here to offer some autistic!hotch thoughts

- he speaks with little to no inflection in his tone

- he’s known to always have a frown on his face or ‘never smile’ because he doesn’t mask and put a fake smile on to appease others.

- whenever he cries he tends to try to run away from the group, not knowing how to socially act when he’s so upset.

- he’ll often appear as ‘happy to sit in comfortable silence’ instead of making small talk.

- he compartmentalises to the point where almost every time on the show you *do* see hotch have a good time or smile, the case is already closed. he hyperfocuses on the cases and will feel in anyone else who’s going off topic.

- he is a great profiler. he probably knows more than he lets on about his team, but he’s overly respectful of the ‘do not profile one another’ rule because a) rules are very sacred to him and b) he tries not to make assumptions about his friends they could perceive negatively unless they have verbally told him, e.g. will revealing JJ’s pregnancy. In this scene, hotch looks crestfallen and says “jj you could have just told me.” because he likely saw her showing signs but he much prefers the security of someone verbally informing him.

- he literally wears a suit like armour every day on the job. No matter how impractical it is, if it’s hot or humid or he’s got to chase unsubs in fucking dress shoes? he still wears it because it makes him feel safe and likely meets his sensory requirements. his clothes become who he is.

- also the way hotch switches roles from boss to friend to comforting presence is so pronounced. his voice, facial expressions and his mannerisms all change.

- speaking of mannerisms!!!! Hotch stims a bit on the show. his little action he does rubbing his thumb across his other knuckles either in front of his face or down by his side. but often when je does this from anxiety, he ends up burying his hands in his pockets. Seemingly hiding it.

- he literally worked himself to exhaustion, and mid-fainting said ‘please excuse me’ because so much of his social skills toolbelt is being polite. on the show, however, he sometimes seems impolite when he’ll get an idea in his head and just chase after it without a word.

You can check out way more under @softhairedhotch ‘s blog where he does lots of headcanons including some autistic!hotch ones. I’m sure I’ve missed a lot of reasons but just watching him as an autistic person, he feels so very real to me.

first of all, thank you so much for taking your time to tell me this!! and yeah i also agree, but it never came to my attention because i never saw people speak about it, because ig the way he acts isn’t exactly the “mainstream” representation of autism that’s all over social media yk. and i think that should change tbh, cause like it’s a spectrum, and there’s different ways that autism is portrayed, and it isn’t always gonna be “omg this absolute genius” sometimes it’s people like hotch 🤷‍♀️ or like reid, or another character that’s completely different to them too.

and i’m definitely gonna look at his account, cause now im an autistic hotch truther 😼

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now that someone’s said this i want to hear more stuff on it!! like give me examples cause now im interested in autistic hotch

Oh you want me to piss loads of people off with an honest opinion?

Okay. Hotch is shown to have just as many, if not more autistic traits as Spencer Reid but the fandom ignores it because the traits he conveys aren’t ‘cutesy babifying’ parts that the fandom projects on to Reid.

(Also this happens consistently in the fandom, Prentis/JJ/Morgan/Hotch have so much character development/trauma etc but it’s brushed aside by certain parts of the fandom to focus on Reid for some odd reason)

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thinkin about this edit i made a while back,,, FBI JACKET AARON 🔛🔝 (of me please)

should i post the rest of my edits here too or just link my editing account,,, i had a tiktok (softhairedhotch) for hotch edits that i hardly used lol and i posted a few on insta (jvpitercas) if you're interested :)

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nobody move they just said bae looks like the muppet who lives in the bin 😞

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Claim- Aaron Hotchner

Kinktober day 8 | Kinktober masterlist

Aaron Hotchner thinks he's in heaven.

He has you spread out on his bed, your hair haloing around your head, thighs pushed up to your chest as he slowly slides into you. Your thighs are shaking, head thrown back as you take him, inch by inch.

"Shit," he swears under his breath. He'd been right: he wasn't going to last fifteen fucking seconds inside you raw.

"Aaron," you whimper, and his mouth finds your jaw, pressing kisses there, teeth just grazing the skin.

"You okay?" he murmurs, and you nod, gasping as you adjust the stretch, the feeling of every ridge of him inside you, almost splitting you apart. Your back arches as you clench around him.

"Don't," he gasps, teeth sinking into the flesh of his lower lip. He's trying to be gentle, trying not to just rail you into the next morning, and it's not working. You're so warm, so tight around him that it makes his head spin. He's fucking throbbing, soft breaths escaping his mouth.

"Oh?" you tease, and you clench around him again. He almost cums right then and there: his head tips back and his mouth starts to fall open. He gasps for air, hands finding the back of your thighs, trying to ground himself.

"You little brat," he groans out, bracing one hand next to your head as he slams his hips into yours, your moan making his eyes roll back in his head.

It's perfect. The friction, the slide, the warmth- the noises spilling from both of your mouths. His thighs start to shake, his hands finding your clit as he feels release on the back of his tongue.

"Please," he gasps, and words are just spilling out of his mouth, he can't control it, "please, can I cum inside, please, god, I need it-" you drag your nails down his back and a full-throated moan escapes his lips, cutting himself off.

"Cum inside me, Aaron," you whisper in his ear, sending a shiver down his spine, "breed me."

Something inside him snaps, he's fucking you so hard the bed is shaking, eyes half lidded in pleasure as he chases his orgasm.

"Yes," and he's fucking babbling, he needs it so bad, "gonna breed you so good, gonna fill you up with cum, you'd look so- so pretty full of my babies, angel." You're nodding, muscles tensing as you start to cum, hands fisting in the sheets.

"Fuck, Aaron, fill me up," you gasp, and he can almost taste it, hips stuttering as his mouth drops open.

"Yeah," he gasps, "gonna make you so full, stuff you full with my cum, get you pregnant, fuck, everyone'll know you're mine, all mine-"

He sees stars when he finally cums, collapsing on top of you as he comes down, burying his head in your shoulder. You run your hands down his back, tracing soothing patterns on the skin there.

"Love you," he murmurs tiredly, voice muffled by your shoulder, and you laugh softly, pulling him closer.

"Love you too."

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aided & abetted- Aaron Hotchner

Kinktober day 7 | Kinktober masterlist

"Say it," Aaron demands, and you prob yourself up on your elbows, eyes lidded with pleasure as you glare up at him from where he's situated between your thighs.

"No," you groan as another thrust renders you boneless your back arching as your toes curl. Aaron chuckles darkly, a loose hand resting on your throat as he fucks you relentlessly with your bright pink dildo.

"You brat," he sighs, far too lovingly, drinking in your little whines as he rubs your clit, the filthy squelching of the dildo entering and exiting your body music to his ears.

"Say it or I'll stop," he murmurs against the shell of your ear, and your nails claw down his back, thighs shaking around his hands.

"Please don't stop, please, 'm so close," you beg, clenching around the toy. Bitterly, you wished it was Aarons cock or even his fingers, your dildo was fine when he was gone, but you couldn't take it when he fucked you with it like there was no tomorrow.

"Then say it, angel," he coos, and you moan, throwing your head back, hair spreading across the pillow.

"I'm your little whore," you mutter, watching as his eyes glow dark, the tip of the dildo kissing the tip of your cervix with every thrust.

"That's right, angel," he groans, one hand rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles, the other caressing your hip, "and whores don't deserve daddy's fingers or cock, sweetheart. If you wanted to fuck yourself so bad on this dildo, you'll fucking cum around it." His hands are shaking, he's so hard it hurts, but all he can do is watch as you writhe around the dildo, pulling him closer, leaving more scratches down his back.

"That's it, good girl," he murmurs, "cum for me, and then maybe I'll give you my fingers."

He's lying to himself. He's going to fuck you senseless the second you're done cumming.

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any other world - part 2

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader - soulmate au

series masterlist

A/N: there’s no cheating in this story i promise

this chapter is nsfw! minors pls dni

(21)

The sound of another thunder startled you and almost caused you to spill red wine all over the place as you emptied the bottle inside your glass.

Aaron had big plans for that night, fancy restaurant and everything, but the heavy thunderstorm left you no choice but to stay in. You genuinely didn’t mind. You loved nights in with him, feeling like he was only for you.

Full from the pizza you had made earlier, he was laying on the floor with his head on your lap, staring up at you with a drunken smile. You took a big sip from your glass and ran your finger across his face, starting from his forehead, going down his nose and reaching his lips.

He grabbed your hand and brought your wrist to his lips, and as if he was some kind of vampire he bit your wrist. “I wish I could just chew these two letters up and spit them out,” he said, referring to the initials of your own soulmate.

“Can you chew up yours too while you’re at it?”

Aaron reached his hand up to your face and rubbed his thumb on your cheek. “Do you ever get jealous of her?”

“All the time.”

“I’m jealous of the bastard you haven’t even met yet too.”

You grinned at his words, and the gentle stroke on the side of your face turned into a grab of your chin. “You enjoy that, don’t you?” he asked.

“Mhm…” you said, nodding.

He sat up and brought his face close to yours, staring at your lips. “Torturing me…ever since I can remember us.”

“Aw, my poor boy…” you cooed, and gave him a sweet kiss. Already dizzy - a little from the wine and a little from Aaron’s mouth on you - you accidentally spilled what was left in your glass on his shirt.

“Shit, sorry!”

“The lengths you go to just to see me shirtless...” he said, shaking his head in disapproval before taking his shirt off.

You giggled and threw yourself into his arms, quietly begging for another kiss. He was more than happy to give it to you.

“Can I take you here, on the floor?” he whispered.

“Please.”

He gently laid you down and you observed him, letting him undress you and himself.

Growing a bit possessive of him after the events of that year wasn’t something you could really blame yourself for. Staring at him and seeing that deep desire in his eyes made you feel good about yourself. You were the one he wanted so desperately to see naked, you were the one making him hard, you were the one that would make him feel good.

But you weren’t the only one growing possessive. Ever since your own mark had appeared, Aaron was leaving marks all over your body as if it was a competition. Yes you had another man’s initials on your wrist, but it was Aaron’s mouth that had touched every part of your body, and those marks were the evidence.

You wrapped your legs around him and let him fuck you slowly, welcoming every word of praise he would give you.

“You take me so well.”

“Fuck you feel good.”

“Made for me, weren’t you?”

You could swear that sometimes his voice felt as good as his cock.

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(22)

“Aaron!”

A familiar voice stopped him from walking into the bookshop he had his eye on. The girl had raised her hand to catch his attention, in case her calling out his name wasn’t enough. Her excited smile made him almost sad, so he put on a happy smile to match her energy.

“Haley…I haven’t seen you in a while. How you’ve been?”

“I’m good! Just got a new job, so I’m spending my first paycheck as a reward,” she laughed, and showed him the bags she was holding.

Aaron couldn’t help but laugh with her. “Well, no better feeling, is there?”

“Nope.” Her smile met her eyes. “How are you?” she asked.

“Good. Shopping as well,” he answered, hesitating to get into more details. Maybe it would be hurtful to tell her he was shopping for his girlfriend’s birthday.

Haley had been really understanding and respectful of his feelings, and he didn’t want to hurt hers any further than he already had.

“Books?” she asked, pointing at the bookshop they were standing outside of.

“Yeah.”

“Mind if I join you?”

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[11.59 pm]

Your phone was in your hand, waiting for your boyfriend to call. He’d call you and sing happy birthday in a very dramatic and very off key tone exactly at midnight, and right after he’d show up with an equally dramatic bouquet of flowers.

It had been a tradition for eight years now and even though you teased him for being too much, you loved that kind of attention on your special day. He never failed to make you feel like a princess.

But then midnight hit, and your phone didn’t ring. Not five minutes later, not ten, not even fifteen.

At exactly 12.30 am, your doorbell rang instead.

Aaron was hiding behind a huge bouquet of roses.

It was just thirty minutes. It was just the half of an hour. It isn’t important. It doesn’t mean anything.

You kept repeating that to yourself when he apologized for being late, for breaking the tradition, for getting you worried. You repeated it when he gave you a first edition of your favorite book. You repeated it when he hugged you, and the scent of another woman’s perfume on his coat made your stomach drop.

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(45)

“I didn’t know where else to go.”

Aaron hadn’t heard your voice in such a long time, that you talking to him would have melted him entirely if it wasn’t for the context of your words. Were you in danger?

He opened his mouth but his voice wouldn’t come out.

“Can we come in?” you asked, your own voice trembling.

We?

His eyes travelled down your body and they caught something moving under your long coat. A tiny arm was wrapped around your leg and a pair of beautiful eyes that looked just like yours looked up at him.

“Of course,” he finally answered.

He stepped aside and made room so you could walk inside his house. You took the hand of the little girl that was attached to your body and entered his home.

A burning feeling of protectiveness took over his chest. If someone had hurt the two of you, he would make sure they’d never see the light of the day again.

He checked the hallway for any suspicious movement and after making sure it was safe, he followed you into the house and locked his door.

“Y/N,” he said, but you raised your hand to cut him off.

“I’ll explain everything. We’re fine. I just…I needed a safe place…and some legal advice.”

“Who are you hiding from?”

“My husband. Ex-husband.”

His blood boiled. If that man had laid a hand on you or your daughter he would burn him alive.

“Are you alone?” you asked.

“Yeah. It’s just me and my son. He’s sleeping.”

A sweet expression appeared on your face at the mention of his son. He could relate to the feeling of seeing the person you grew up with being a parent.

You were kids just yesterday. And now you had your own.

Your little girl was looking up at him, with an intimidated expression. He was aware that his large frame and angry eyebrows could maybe scare a kid. So he walked closer, squatted down and smiled at her.

“Hello, little one.”

She waved instead of replying, but that was enough for him. She seemed more shy that scared.

“I’m Hotch. What’s your name?” he asked, gently.

“Leila.”

Aaron looked up at you, and found you already staring at him. He knew that the same memory of the two of you planning your future had flashed in front of your eyes.

“Nice to meet you Leila. You’re safe here with me, okay?”

She nodded her head a few times. “Okay. Mommy said you are best friends.”

“We are,” he answered, without a second thought.

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7x19 - Heathridge Manor

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he’s so babygirl