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30 Color Prompts

Red 1. "You're bleeding." 2. "I'm so fucking pissed." 3. "They're so hot." 4. "Don't come any closer." 5. "I want you to kiss me right now."

Orange 1. "Here, I brought you juice." 2. "You're so brave." 3. "I can't wait." 4. "Don't look down." 5. "Please, stop."

Yellow 1. "I can't believe I just did that." 2. "I can't breathe." 3. "Do you see the way out?" 4. "I think I broke my leg." 5. "I can't move."

Green 1. "I feel like I'm going to throw up." 2. "You're safe here, I promise." 3. "Is this okay?" 4. "They can't look at you like that." 5. "I trust you with my life.

Blue 1. "Why are you crying?" 2. "I'm sorry for everything." 3. "Did you take your medication?" 4. "Will you hold my hand?" 5. "I don't know why I feel like this."

Purple 1. "You know you're my best friend, right?" 2. "I'm so alone, all the time. 3. "I don't know how to repay you." 4. "I've never met anyone like you." 5. "Will you sing for me?"

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Just wanted to clear this thing up

Friendly reminder that if I haven’t answered your ask the same day, it means either: 

I want to treasure that ask forever

I dont feel up to social interaction

I didnt have time, and ended up forgetting about it

What it does NOT mean:

I dont like getting asks

You’re bothering me by sending asks

SAME APPLIES FOR UNANSWERED TAG GAMES!

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Rossi: It's locked. You got a lock pick?

Hotch: Yeah-

Derek: *kicks in the door*

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9x05 / 11x16 - hotchgan + dreams (and electrodes)

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snippet from a story i'm working on that involves lovesick spencer reid + hotchgan and lots of drama, very mean/manipulative spencer, route 66...we've got it all. and by all i mean evil. (briefly nsfw snippet yo)

And the thought of that kiss, the way Hotch’s lips tasted vaguely sweet and a little rough, the way his stubble scraped against Spencer’s chin was making him hard again. He’d have to rub one out in the shower before work, there was no doubt about it.

That was harder though, because being sober brought back more than just the stunted kiss. The taste of chapstick and scotch. It brought with it the pain of watching Hotch cry, of knowing he’d done that on purpose when he was tired of being the only one. And maybe he was a little mad that Hotch reprimanded him on the jet, maybe it was a little payback. Twist the knife, he thought. Just a little. He didn’t mean to hurt him, just to level the playing field, and once that had been achieved the kiss just made so much more sense. They could meet there with the taste of ash in their mouths and feel the world burn around them.

That was how he’d romanticized it anyway after half a bottle of scotch that cost as much as a full day’s pay. Maybe this was why he didn’t drink – he got stupid. Very stupid very fast. The taste of regret hung around long after he’d brushed his teeth.

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ok this has been a question on my mind for a little bit so i thought i would make a poll about it to see the numbers

if you comment on a fic in the tags of a reblog that would count imo as both a reblog and a comment! and comments again don’t have to be long could even just be a word or two!

please reblog for a larger sample size!

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I want to see something.

Reblog this if you believe in bi and autistic Hotch.

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bts from "derek" via pinterest

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reading two different books simultaneously about aids...y'all know what's about to come at you eventually. when i can finish stories again. so maybe never maybe someday who knows.

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STRANGE WAY OF LIFE 2023 | dir. Pedro Almodóvar

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“My team? Let me tell you about my team.

Agent Morgan fought to protect his identity, from the very people who could save him. Why? Because trust has to be earned and there are very few people he truly trusts. Reid’s intellect is a shield which protects him from his emotions and at the moment his shield is under repair.

Prentiss overcompensates because she doesn’t yet feel she’s part of the team. She needn’t worry. Every day, agent Jareau fields dozens of requests for our team. And every night she goes home hoping she’s made the right choices.

Garcia fills her office with figurines and color to remind herself to smile as the horror fills her screens. And agent Gideon in many ways is damned by his profound knowledge of others, which is why he shares so little of himself. Yet he pours his heart into every case we handle.

I stand by my actions and I stand by my team.”

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Hotch! Hotch! He's dead! Hotch, stop! Come on, stop. It's over. It's over. It's okay. It's over, man.

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Flirty (sweaty) Hotch <33

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curve of the earth

Summary: Hotch & Gideon go undercover in Astoria to try and find a serial killer's ex wife. Hotch also manages to find love…and more secrets.

Pairing: Hotch/Morgan

Words: 11.8k

Warnings: see AO3 tags

Notes: Kindergarten COP AU, because I'm a sucker for undercover stories. That's all. Sorry for never updating my big stories, writing isn't really vibing right now. My head's not in it. I'll get there! In the meantime, enjoy this spectacle of borderline crack-fic proportions.

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“When we land in Portland,” Jason said, breaking into his third bag of airline peanuts. They were so salty that his fingers were coated after the first couple and Aaron had to turn away in order not to see when the salt dusted his lap. It was a short flight but he claimed to be famished. Aaron had given him his own bags, preferring to stick only to a small cup of iced club soda while Jason ate almost non-stop since they’d met up that morning. Aaron was staring out the window, skimming the clouds as the sky went from bright blue to the pale gray of the northwest. It had been too long since Aaron had been here, a fact that made him feel weary. He hadn’t lived here long but it became part of him and he hadn’t realized how much he’d missed it until he started to get close.

Jason continued munching on his salted peanuts and talking a little too fast about what the plan was. They’d been over it multiple times already but once more wouldn’t kill either of them, Jason figured. He had a lot of nervous energy and flying across the country, being cooped up in a passenger airliner in coach, he had nowhere else to put it. His knee bounced, his voice droned on and he only interrupted the plan by more eating.

They hadn’t been working together long but Aaron had already become well acquainted with Jason’s endless nervous energy. “You listening?”

“I am. You’ll go to the baggage claim, I’ll get the rental car. I’m driving because I’m familiar the region. Got it.” He didn’t mean to be short, he just didn’t have all of that nervous energy. In fact, he had none. What he did have was a headache.

As they crested the airspace over central Oregon, Jason’s stomach grumbled. He burped, pressing his fist to his mouth to try and hide it, and Aaron did his best not to pay it any mind. About ten minutes later he was rubbing at his stomach and Aaron had a bad feeling. A very bad feeling.

“Everything alright?”

“Not feeling too hot. I’m sure it’ll be fine by the time we land.”

“Couldn’t possibly be something you ate…” Aaron muttered with a smirk that Jason didn’t care for. He’d put more food into his mouth in the time they’d been together than Aaron usually did in two days. Five minutes after that first burp, Jason was pulling the little white puke bag from the chair in front of him and resting it gingerly over his lap. Just in case.

Read the rest on AO3!

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Ghosts US vs Ghosts UK

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9x08 - The Return

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9x08 - The Return