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ELLE GREENAWAY IN EVERY EPISODE: 1x03 “WON’T GET FOOLED AGAIN”

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criminal minds character of colour appreciation week:

Day 1 : favorite character - Derek Morgan

11x17 (“The Sandman”) // Salt to the sea : Ruta Sepetys // 3x08 (“Lucky”) // O Children : Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds // 7x18 (“Foundation”)

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TARA LEWIS 13.16 | LAST GASP

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gif request meme - anonymous asked: criminal minds + favourite side character (insp.)

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c.o. “finding war”

I don’t have a direct link to the source but if you do please feel free to send it my way!

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— i am the shadow, i am the driver, and i am the hearse.

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jordan todd in every episode → masterpiece

“i’m gonna manifest happiness and calm for the rest of the day.”

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“Sometimes walking out is the one thing That will find you the right thing And you know in your soul When it’s time to go So then you go You just go.”

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Criminal Minds Female Character Apprecitaion Week:

Favourite Female Relationship: 

Tara Lewis and Emily Prentiss

“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams” - Dr. Seauss

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if derek morgan was white yall wouldn’t go out of your way to call him angry angry angry man angry violent angry man every single chance you get kiss my ass.

if derek morgan was white yall wouldn’t sit there and say that his consensual flirting with penelope (which she returned 110%) was predatory (they are both adults and both flirting with each other the exact same way and respect each other’s boundaries)

if derek morgan was white yall wouldn’t sit there and continuely erase this mans trauma, the abuse he suffered when he was a little boy, and act like he goes around being “angry” and “sexist” for funsies kiss my ass

because you get bored and want to seem like you understand shit better than other people kiss my ass

if derek morgan was white the words angry, violent, predatory, selfish, misogynistic wouldn’t be anywhere near him. kiss. my. ass.

there is no reason to deliberately hate on that man and go out of your way to find something to say about him. kiss my ass

everytime (a white) someone labels him as this man in a perpetual state of rage when canonically the man rarely gets angry and when he does it’s for a damn good reason it is racist

if you look at derek morgan and you only see rage or sex? you are racist you are being anti black you are labeling him as one thing and one thing only a stereotype if you cant understand that you don’t deserve to type his name. kiss my ass

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criminal minds ships as fanfic aus

because like why not penemily = coffee shop au emily only goes to that really cute cat cafe bc they have good scones, okay?? not for the cats and not for the pretty baker who always knows what flavor she wants that day, somehow morcia = childhood friends to lovers obviously  moreid = “hi your little sibling or your child is flunking out of my class and we need to discuss their future- oh no you’re hot.” you know. that au. time to ask out the ~ teacher ~ jemily = take canon and add some hanahaki disease for some reason. it just feels right.  motch = enemies to lovers back to enemies one definitely kills the other  hotchniss = spy vs spy enemies to lovers reidaway = pride and prejudice au. i just. this is just something i want.  temily = flower shop next to a tattoo parlor hotchreid = jail au. for the author. 

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Alex Blake + Linguistics

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if i loved you less

read on ao3.

There’s a black feather tattooed on the inside of Emily’s left wrist. It’s small, unassuming, a simple thing that she could have chosen just because she thought it was pretty. But she didn’t. She didn’t.

She clenched her teeth the entire time she was under the needle and thought about pretty blue eyes, didn’t flinch or look away, staring up at the ceiling. She said, once, that she didn’t want to let this job harden her, didn’t want to let it take away her ability to be human. It’s too late for that, now. She’s not sure she feels anything anymore.

She rejoins the BAU. She can’t leave them, not now.

Hotch doesn’t like it. He worries about her. Rossi does, too. All of them do, but they’re the stubbornest about it. They consider it their duty to look after the team, and - when she’s on a case and it gets too much, she digs her fingers into the feather and grounds herself in the sharpness.

There’s a difference between repression and compartmentalization, and she knows which one she’s trying to maintain.

Grief is a strange beast. She goes from loving Will for having JJ’s heart to loathing him for it, depending on the day, the hour, anything that gets her going either way. She doesn’t show it. Doesn’t say it, because how can you say by the way, I am hopelessly in love with your wife, my best friend, who’s dead body I held in my arms?

She doesn’t say it, but she thinks he knows it, because he isn’t stupid. Henry calls her Aunt Emmy, is fascinated with the dark ink, and she meets Will’s eyes over the boy’s shock of blonde hair, and the pain she finds there hurts more than any tattoo could.

At this point in her life, she could teach a masterclass in picking up broken pieces. This time, she stomps on the shards.

The feather fades, as she grows older, but it never leaves her completely. JJ never leaves her completely. Emily can’t say she never loves again, but she never loves like that again, wouldn’t know where to begin.

Every night, she dreams of blackbirds.

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what's up, buttercup?

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“What’s up, buttercup?” Emily pops the p, and any other time Penelope wouldn’t blush, but this isn’t exactly any other time. She’s grateful that Emily can’t see her, grateful for the digital distance the phone call provides. She’s used to this, to being on the other end of the line while her teammates charge off into the field - during missions, it can be agonizing. Now, there’s comfort in the familiarity.

Penelope isn’t really known for timidity. She’s bright and bold and it’s hard to approach her life and work the way she does without a certain level of determined confidence, despite underlying insecurities. There’s that, though, and then there’s asking out Emily Prentiss.

Morgan had jokingly offered her cue cards, and she’s starting to wish that he’d made them. 

She didn’t want to do it like this. She had a five step plan that involved flowers, a box of cookies, and a really cute dress. Well, at least she has the dress, even if Emily can’t see it. (Okay, maybe she isn’t so grateful that Emily can’t see her. Her color coordination today is flawless.) She didn’t want to do it like this, but the team was called out on a case, and she thinks that if she waits, if she puts this off any longer, she’ll lose her nerve completely. It’s a little bit impulsive, but it’s necessary. She’s hopeful, right now. She has to take that opportunity.

And today’s horoscope said that there’s romance on the horizon for her, and who is she to argue with that?

“Hi, sweetness. Are you free this weekend?”

“If this case wraps up, yeah. Why, do you want an invitation to Sin to Win?” Emily’s voice is brimming with warmth, and Penelope can’t stop herself from smiling, nervousness replaced mostly by only semi-anxious butterflies.

“One of these days I’ll take you up on that, if only to taunt my lovely Derek with my insider knowledge,” Emily laughs, and Penelope’s smile grows, “but no. Do you want to go out? You, me, a candlelit dinner, and the instant jealousy of everyone around us?”

Emily pauses for a moment, and Penelope almost feels her heart stop, the anticipation a little too much to bear. Then, incredibly: “It’s a date.”

It’s hard not to cheer.

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You’re only crying            You’re only dying                       You’re only red.