“Mom, move in with us.”
“Maggie--”
“I mean it. I don’t like the idea of you alone in that house.”
“Oh, honey, I won’t be alone.”
“Your cat can come too!”
“What I mean is,” Jean smiled warmly, “Your father and I will always be together.”
“The night before he died,” Jean continued, “I had a feeling. I don’t know what, or why, exactly, just a feeling that this could be our last nice night together. We made the most of it -- our time, our lives -- we made the most of it, I think.”
“Mom--”
“I’m okay, Maggie. I’m really okay.”
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spencer is for the girlies who want a cutesy nerdy boy who will beg for you
& hotch is for the girlies who want a cold yet caring man who will make you beg for him
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I’d like to think Hotch has these framed somewhere in his house
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when funkyfrogbait said “how many einsteins have spent their lives washing dishes, how many mozarts bent over stoves instead of pianos because they had the misfortune of being born a woman.”
i might mostly post smut on this account, but i write SO much more than just fanfic, and every word i write is for every woman that came before me that couldn’t write what they wanted. it’s for my mother, my grandmother and my great-grandmother as well as the women that came before.
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to my favorite serial killer, clown, cult leader, hairstylist, vampire, playwright, actor, hotel owner, lobster man, circus performer, zombie, frat boy, and mechanic <3
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Jean was just about to go to bed when a ghostly figure stopped her.
It's time.
"Oh, my. I guess it is."
"Well, me and Ariel had a lovely day in the garden today. I guess I can't ask for much more than that for my last day here, can I? I've had a good life. I'm ready when you are, Thomas!"
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Bonus:
[Don't worry -- Maggie adopted her late mum's cat, and Ariel is as happy as ever.]
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