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LOLA GLAUDINI as Elle Greenaway in Criminal Minds — Season 1

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interpreting maeve donovan

maeve was a smart kid, which can get pretty lonely and we know from her that she used to spend a lot of time alone with her microscope, she didn’t have much friends growing up nor she was popular whatsoever.

she is a geneticist, and so are her parents which means that they guided her into the job, we know that her parents retired to leave her their name and title but they were still working with her on researches before she had to stop working for her own safety.

since she didn’t have a lot of friends growing up chances are she spent all her time with her parents who wanting “the best for her” made her study a lot put her through a lot of pressure to achieve high goals, and she wanted nothing more to stand up to their expectations.

her parents are still overbearing and controlling and we can easily see that by how they still kept their nose in her work, they rented her a house, they didn’t approve her relationship, they gave up their job for her while resenting her for it (it’s all in her mother’s tone)

how her parents raised her, made her emotionally dependent and not able to recognize toxic pattern in relationships.

bobby was her first serious relationship and he was just as controlling and overbearing as her parents and she still was engaged to him and would’ve married him.

she was the only woman in her line of work and was more capable than every man in the field.

maeve wanted nothing more than to be loved and that’s why she fell in love so quickly and deeply with spencer. she felt for the first time in her life like someone truly understood her for who she is, for what she went through because spencer experienced the same things.

she clung desperately to him because he was the only thing that kept her grounded to reality while she was isolated, her only window to the outside world, the only thing that made her forget even for a moment how awful was her situation.

she didn’t let him help her because he wanted to protect him and what they had, she wanted to keep safe the one real thing she ever had, the one thing she built for herself alone, without having anyone maneuvering her.

maeve always felt so alone and she never knew who she really was but she was willing to discover it with spencer, let him love her. so she patiently waited until she felt like she deserved to.

maeve always had to find something to hold on to, ever since she was a kid, a place where she could just be, without any expectations, pressure, without constantly having to prove herself in a world that didn’t seem like she was made for.

she was a dreamer, she always dreamt about having something completely different than what she had.

she had to, she had to have something that kept her going, that kept her herself despite what her parents wanted her to be, to keep her identity and not becoming them.

maeve prayed for her prophecy to change, she prayed to find something for herself that she was the maker of, something she built for herself, something that was hers and hers alone. she felt trapped in a life that she had no partake in making.

when she had to isolate herself from her parents in a sick and twisted way she was grateful to be able to breathe without having them around and maybe she even felt like she deserved it, she finally felt physically like she felt her mind since she could remember.

maeve is sweet, kind, caring but she is full of self doubt and self loathing that keeps her to see it.

she is smart but she feels like she isn’t for the things that matter.

i posted this on my twitter some time ago and i decided to post it here too <3

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Some silly spencelle sketched I just did!!!

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OUGGGGH i never noticed this. elle my bbg. i will come back to this later when it's relevant. ow.

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2.01, The Fisher King Pt2

the writers and directors of criminal minds (2005) 2x01 did that!!!! they did it!!!!!!!!! genius!

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2.01, The Fisher King Pt2

elle's holy shit im alive face is genuinely made me cry.

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Love Every Inch

C: penelope garcia x elle greenaway

Fluff !!

Summary: Penelope Garcia is having a rough day, feeling insecure about her body and caught in a spiral of self-doubt. When her girlfriend, Elle Greenaway, notices her mood, she steps in with gentle affection, reminding Penelope of how beautiful and cherished she truly is. Through a series of tender kisses and loving words, Elle shows Penelope that every part of her is worthy of love, helping her find comfort and confidence in the process. It's a heartwarming moment of reassurance and connection between the two, filled with warmth and support.

Penelope Garcia sat on the couch in her cozy living room, wrapped in a soft, oversized sweater, her hair piled messily on top of her head. It was one of those rare evenings where she had no work to distract her, and she found herself alone with her thoughts.

Her mind, however, wasn’t exactly kind to her. She had been feeling a little off lately—self-conscious about her body, comparing herself to others, and generally not feeling her best. Even with her usual sunny disposition, she couldn’t shake the nagging feeling of insecurity.

Just as she was lost in thought, the door creaked open, and in walked Elle Greenaway, carrying two mugs of hot chocolate with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon on top.

"Hey, beautiful," Elle said with a smile, her voice warm and comforting. She placed the mugs down on the coffee table and sat beside Penelope, her hand gently brushing against Penelope's. "What’s going on in that brilliant mind of yours?"

Penelope looked up at Elle, offering a faint smile. "I don’t know… just having one of those days, I guess," she said, her voice quiet. "I’ve been feeling kind of… not great about myself lately. About my body."

Elle’s expression softened with understanding, and she immediately reached out, cupping Penelope's face in her hands. "Hey," she began, her voice firm but filled with love, "you are so much more than what you see in the mirror. You’re perfect just as you are. But if you need reminding, I’m happy to help."

Penelope raised an eyebrow, a hint of curiosity replacing her self-doubt. "Help? How?"

Elle grinned mischievously, then gently pulled Penelope closer until their faces were just inches apart. "Let me show you how much I love every part of you," Elle said, her voice full of affection.

Elle leaned forward, her lips pressing a soft kiss to the top of Penelope’s head, where her hair was messy but still charming. "This hair," Elle murmured, "wild and untamed, just like you, and I love it."

Penelope giggled, feeling a warmth spread through her chest. "You always know how to make me smile."

Elle kissed her forehead next. "This forehead," she said, with a soft chuckle, "where you store all your brilliant ideas and sweet thoughts. It’s perfect."

Penelope’s heart fluttered, and she couldn’t help but smile wider. Elle’s kisses continued as she moved down. She kissed Penelope’s eyes. "These eyes, full of kindness and curiosity. They see the world in such a beautiful way."

Penelope felt the lump in her throat begin to fade, the love in Elle's touch making her feel cherished, not judged.

Elle kissed her nose. "This nose," Elle said with a teasing smile, "the one that scrunches up when you’re laughing or deep in thought. It’s adorable."

Penelope couldn't stop herself from smiling, her insecurities slowly melting away under the warmth of Elle's affection.

Elle kissed both of Penelope's cheeks, lingering for a moment on each one. "These cheeks," Elle continued, "that are always so full of life, ready for another adventure or a good laugh. They’re beautiful."

Penelope felt tears welling up in her eyes, touched by the sincerity in Elle’s words. She hadn’t realized how much she needed this, how much she needed to hear these affirmations. Elle wasn’t just telling her she was beautiful—Elle was reminding her of the things that made her unique, the things that made her Penelope.

Elle then kissed her chin gently. "This chin, strong and determined. You never give up, no matter the obstacle."

Penelope finally let the tears fall, but they were tears of gratitude, of love. She turned into Elle's embrace, her arms wrapping around her tightly. "Elle, you always know how to make me feel like the most special person in the world."

Elle smiled warmly, brushing a strand of hair away from Penelope’s face. "That’s because you are, baby. You’re my everything, and I love *every* part of you—inside and out."

Penelope nestled into Elle’s shoulder, feeling the weight of her insecurities slip away. For the first time in days, she felt at peace with herself, knowing that Elle saw her the way she deserved to be seen—whole, loved, and perfect in her own way.

"I love you so much," Penelope whispered.

"I love you more," Elle whispered back, kissing the top of her head and holding her close, knowing that the warmth of their bond was all Penelope truly needed.

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A night of colors

Elle Greenaway x Penelope Garcia

C: fluff

Summary: Elle Greenaway arrives at Penelope Garcia’s home after a tough case, looking forward to some rest. Penelope offers her comfort and warmth, preparing a cozy evening to help Elle unwind.

Elle Greenaway stepped into Penelope Garcia’s cozy living room, her suitcase in tow, as she surveyed the room with a soft smile. She had just wrapped up a difficult case out of state, and though it had been exhausting, the thought of spending a night at Penelope’s place made her feel a little lighter. The timing couldn’t have been better — her apartment was being fumigated for the next few days, and Garcia had generously offered to let her crash at her place.

“Babe!” Penelope called from the kitchen, a faint sound of pots and pans clattering in the background. “You made it! Come here, I’ll fix you something to eat, and we can just… unwind.”

Elle’s heart swelled at the thought. It felt good to hear Penelope’s voice, comforting and familiar after days of working non-stop. She dropped her suitcase by the door and made her way to the kitchen, finding Penelope wearing her usual vibrant attire — a technicolor dream in the form of a floral print dress and bright red boots.

“Hey, gorgeous,” Elle said, a teasing smile tugging at her lips. She leaned against the counter, watching Penelope dance around, setting plates and spoons with a grace that only someone like Garcia could manage.

Penelope twirled around, showing off her dress. “Ta-da! What do you think? I made us spaghetti. I know it’s not a five-star meal, but it’s comfort food, and after all the crazy this week, we need it.”

Elle chuckled, feeling the weight of her day melt away. “You don’t have to impress me, you know,” she said softly. “I’m just glad to be here.”

Penelope paused, offering a wink. “Good. Because I wasn’t trying to impress you. I just wanted you to relax.”

They ate dinner while talking about everything and nothing, the conversation easy and lighthearted. At some point, as they finished off the last of their wine, Penelope turned to Elle with a mischievous grin.

“So… you’re crashing here for the night, right?” Penelope asked, her voice playful.

Elle raised an eyebrow. “Well, I don’t think I can go anywhere else.”

Penelope looked her up and down. “I think you might need something a little more… comfortable. Something that says, ‘I’m staying at my girlfriend’s house and I’m going to relax and let go.’”

Elle tilted her head, a little confused. “What are you getting at, exactly?”

Penelope stood up, walking over to her closet, and Elle had the briefest moment of dread — *What did she have in mind?* She had seen Penelope’s closet before, and it was filled with an array of colors, patterns, and quirky outfits that Elle knew were more Penelope’s style than hers.

“Well,” Penelope said, turning around with a bright, twinkling smile. “I think I have just the thing.”

The outfit she presented was a brightly colored pajama set — a mix of yellows, blues, and pinks that practically screamed ‘fun.’ Penelope held it up to Elle’s body, looking her over with an expression that made Elle laugh.

“You can’t be serious,” Elle said, clearly amused but also slightly apprehensive. “This isn’t exactly… my style.”

“Oh, I know,” Penelope replied, practically bouncing. “But it will be fun! Just for tonight. You can be a little less serious with me, right?”

Elle glanced between Penelope’s hopeful face and the ridiculous outfit in her hands, then sighed dramatically. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know,” Penelope teased, winking as she handed the clothes over.

With a resigned laugh, Elle retreated to the bathroom to change. When she came back out, Penelope’s eyes went wide. Elle had to admit, it was a little ridiculous seeing herself in the mismatched, oversized colors, but something about Penelope’s excitement made her feel oddly happy in the outfit.

Penelope clapped her hands. “Oh my god, you’re adorable! Look at you, all colorful and cute!”

Elle blushed slightly, tugging at the sleeves of the top. “Okay, okay, I get it, you win,” she said with a grin. “I’ll admit, this is pretty comfy.”

Penelope sat down on the couch, patting the space next to her. “See? Sometimes, you just have to let go of all that tough-girl, black-and-grey vibe and be… well, *this*.” She waved her hands as if presenting a masterpiece.

Elle sat beside her, shaking her head but grinning. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Yeah, but I’m your ridiculous,” Penelope replied, leaning in for a quick kiss on Elle’s cheek.

Elle leaned into the kiss, closing her eyes for a moment. “And I wouldn’t change a thing.”

They spent the rest of the evening curled up on the couch, wrapped in blankets, binge-watching some cheesy crime documentary that Penelope insisted was “totally true crime, but with a twist.” Elle had never been much of a fan of true crime shows, but with Penelope by her side, the night felt perfect. She didn’t even mind the rainbow-colored pajamas anymore. It was just another way to feel closer to the woman she loved.

As the credits rolled, Penelope shifted, resting her head against Elle’s shoulder. “You’re a good sport, you know that?”

Elle smiled, kissing the top of Penelope’s head. “Only for you.”

Penelope sighed contentedly. “Good. Because tomorrow, we’re doing the same thing. Same outfit, same couch. I’m not letting you leave.”

Elle chuckled softly. “Sounds like a plan, Garcia.”

And for the first time in a while, Elle let herself relax completely, wrapped in color and love, grateful for the softness of the moment — and the woman who made her world just a little bit brighter.

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ELLE: Dad, it was hard growing up without you. DAD: I'm sorry. ELLE: No, it wasn't your fault. I just missed you so much. DAD: I'm always with you. ELLE: What's gonna happen to me? DAD: Happen? That's up to you, baby. That's up to you.

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the 'it wasnt your fault' is so content and peaceful that i think she could have passed away here.

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a little something based off the latest cme episode 💫 dad!s18!spencer x mom!reader, hurt/comfort, my take on what life looks like for spencer post bau

header from @saradika-graphics !

The light morning sun filters through the shades, the soft coos of baby Diana stirring in her crib the only sound. It’s quiet as you tighten Spencer’s tie, a heavy silence falling over the room like a wet blanket. There’s a sadness in his eye. One that you haven’t seen in a while, it’s laden and dark. It weighs down the chocolatey goodness you’ve come to love, the liquid gold that shines when he’s happy, the crystal glint of a tear- like when he held baby Diana for the first time.

It’s been a subject of contempt in your home lately, his return to the BAU- even if only for a day. It was a giant that loomed over him when you first met, its large palm carrying all the love, grief, and pain. That very hand is crushed around his throat now, you can tell by the way he blinks silent tears away, the restraint that pulls his brows downward.

Your eyes find the tie you’re still fiddling with, an eggplant, maroonish sort of silk resting between your fingers. It’s like you don’t want to let him go, a part of you nestled deep inside that’s afraid of what this might do to him, the toll it will take just to face them all again. You’ve had extensive conversations with Spencer about his past with the unit, made it necessary before the ring came, well before the baby. It paralyzes you with fear to think of him opening up this door, but he has to. You know he has to. You let him go.

You watch as he walks out of your shared room, eyes wide. Time is slow, like you’re walking through honey, the world moving in syrupy slow motion. It doesn’t take long for you to follow, grabbing the tiny creature suckling her thumb beside your bed. She’s a beautiful thing, a mop of curls and honey brown eyes identical to the love of your life. You’re not sure how you got so lucky.

Diana’s babbles soothe you slightly as you watch Spencer move throughout the kitchen. She has her father’s mouth, that’s for certain. Spencer stirs his coffee, the spoon rustling against the stainless steel of his travel mug, stamped with the Georgetown University logo.

You smile at the sight of it, a Pavlovian reminder of where you first met. You remember it like it was yesterday. The head of the linguistics department introducing the newest professor- an apprehensive, gorgeous man in a grey cardigan, the exact one wrapped around you now. You were a goner then, and you’re a goner now.

You walk to him, bouncing Diana ever so slightly. You press a chaste kiss to his lips. It’s not enough. You go in for more, pressing your lips against his with a bit more urgency this time. You follow up with one, two, three soft yet punctual kisses. It’s never enough with him.

“I love you. So much,” you murmur against his lips.

“I love you more,” he whispers, kissing you again.

He moves to the baby, next, a smile spreading his lips that doesn’t quite meet his eyes.

“Hi, sweet angel!” He coos, and your heart grows three sizes. His slender fingers wrap around her chubby belly, and he hugs her to him. She wraps her stubby arms around his neck, as far as they’ll allow. She rests her head against his shoulder, her mouth pressing to the fabric there in her adorable attempt of giving him kisses. His lips find her soft head, his eyes closing tight.

He hands her back regretfully, tears once again in his eye. You give him one last kiss. “I love you. We’ll be here when you come back. Just like always.”

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tumblr gets to see this first 🤍

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no one mourns the wicked

no, One mourns the wicked

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warm reds

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