i found out that you can vote for la elección interna every day and that gives me the perfect oportunity to not having to choose between the 25 songs i had thought could be cool to have in benidorm fest and just vote 10 of them randomly every day :)
having said that, here's those 25 songs i've chosen with a bit of explanation of why and stuff (they originally were much longer but aparently tumblr has a word limit now so i can't do that 🙄), keep in mind these are not the only ones that i liked or the only ones that i want in benidorm fest, there were a ton of good entries and i had to pick between them somehow lol
anyways, enjoy :)
a moura - sheila patricia: galician + references to places + great aesthetic, what's not to love
itzulera - zetak ft. erramun martikorena: basque folklore!!! basque folklore!!!!
panya - zoo: i do love me a satirical song, and especially if it takes a jab at conservatives, neo-fascists, and guiris 🥰 and in catalan!!!!
que pasa? - ariadna: i know she'll bring a queer song to benifest and i can't wait to see her live honestly, she absolutely snatched with this song. THE MUSIC VIDEO FOR THIS SONG DEPICTS VIOLENT HOMOPHOBIA AND GAY BASHING, VIEW AT YOUR OWN RISK.
3 fuegos - e'femme: i really vibe with the concept of a new girl group???? i think we need more girlboss groups like this one, idk they gave me good vibes and i enjoy the concept :)
cuestión de suerte - natalia lacunza: this is literally one of my most listened to songs this year, and natalia one of my favourite artists, like of course she was gonna be here lol.
drowning fire - hydn: i know i always say i don't want english songs at eurovision and that i hate spanglish... but this isn't spanglish it's GALINGLISH!!!! she sings in english and galician!!!!!!
agarrarte a la vida - rozalén: she's imo the best songwriter in spain right now, and she sings about social issues (this particular song is about depression and suicide for example) so like she was made for eurovision!!!
odoletan - huntza: basque rock!!!!! with folk elements as well!!!
me estoy pillando - sandra groove: it's the chonicore aesthetic for me. also the song slaps
si quieres - cariño: i've listened to this song SO MUCH, cariño is also one of the groups i listen to the most lately so yeah
l'orquestra del titànic - la fúmiga: catalan verbena pop man, such an underapreciated genre.
culpa - valeria castro: of course i was gonna put valeria castro here, she's my current celebrity crush, i'm absolutely obsessed with her and her voice and her sound and aaaaaah she's the best
luz bajita - fusa nocta: there's something about it, i can't put my finger on it, but i think fusa nocta could do something pretty cool at benifest
por españa - samantha hudson: if she goes to benidorm fest there's a high chance they win and if that happens it would be a cultural reset like he would be THE PERSON in eurovision 2023 i want it to happen SO BADLY.
el hijo del ayer - celtian: this!!!! is what we need!!! literally this!!!! celtic rock my utmost beloved <3
por si te vas - maría peláe: please let flamenco be on eurovision once again please, she could save us all 😭
alex turner - ginebras: ginebras was my world last year, i still love them very much and they aren't capable of releasing flops so i know for a fact that if they go to benifest the song is gonna be amazing
te espera el mar - maría josé llergo: she has one of the most beautiful voices i've ever heard, and i know she'd create super beautiful scenography to acompany her as well
la gran belleza - floridablanca: i'm a sucker for indie pop man, i am guilty of it. also the song is a bop and a half
fuego - headon ft. carmen xina: ROCK IN EUROVISION YES YES YES PLEASE YES
olé - tatiana delalvz: NO BUT THIS IS ACTUALLY INSANE. like i wouldn't be surprised if this here was the winner of la elección interna, it's literally perfect
línea 7 - paula koops: A HYPERPOP SONG ABOUT A MADRID METRO LINE???? this song was literally made to cater to me specifically
ilargi berriak - neomak: basque tanxugueiras i repeat basque tanxugueiras!!!!!
hocus pocus - megara: i visibly gasped when i listened to this song this is literally perfect like holy shit!!!! it would do so well in benifest as well!!!!
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sweet creature (spencer reid x f! reader) pt 5
a/n: to anyone still reading after 2 months of silence... here’s a new chapter. as always, ignore any errors and feedback is always appreciated. enjoy <3
part one | part four
The sun brought its wrath on Y/N’s skin as she lies on the red and white quilt blanket beneath her. She extends her hand to the edge, twisting the grass in between her fingers. Letting her hand linger to the patch of Zinnia flowers. She sits up on her forearms and crosses a leg over the other. Reds, pinks, and yellows bloom in the field, and Y/N stared in awe. A noise from her right causes her to jolt up from her spot, clenching her fists tightly. The wind coos in her ear, leaving the hair at the nape of her neck stand. She slowly brought her legs to her chest, resting her chin on her knee, and tries to calm her breath. It’s fine, she’ll be here any minute now, Y/N thought. She released her hold on her legs and let out an exasperated sigh, shifting to the lonely picnic basket that sat at the base of the blanket. She flipped the basket open and let her hand search until she felt the smooth cover of a book. Y/N smiled to herself, bringing it into her lap. She opens the book to find a stray note taped to the back of the cover. Meet me in a field of wildflowers where the sun falls in love with the earth and the moon falls in love with the stars, it read. Her fingers gently trace over the letters as she admired the note, trailing down to the signed “E”.
Y/N closed the book, tossing it to her side, and she felt the corners of her mouth rise when she saw the familiar strands of raven hair. “Hey, you.” Y/N said, holding out her hand for the girl to hold. “You finally made it.”
-
“Hey,” a voice takes her away from the memory. “Are you okay?”
Y/N looked up from the book that was splayed across her lap to meet the owner of the voice and locked eyes with Spencer from across the round table. She nodded softly, the tip of her finger ghosts over the letters of the cover. What was so special about this book? She turned over the cover just as she did years ago, to find the same mysterious note. Her eyes linger on the inscribed “E”, and she huffs in frustration. “Why can’t I remember you?” she mumbled.
“What was that?” JJ asked from beside her.
Y/N closed the book, setting it next to the case file in front of her. She moved her attention to JJ and shook her head. “Nothing.”
JJ and Spencer met eyes, then both looked at the book quizzically. JJ shrugged her shoulders when Spencer tilted his head in wonder. He glanced at Y/N, who was attentively listening to Garcia as she promptly showcased yet another case to solve.
“Last night, this girl, Gina Bryant, flagged down a police car in St. Louis,” Garcia said. “She was wearing nothing but a dirty nightgown, and she was barefoot. And she told them she was kidnapped when she was 8.”
“That girl’s gotta be 19 or 20 years old.” Morgan said.
“18,” Garcia corrected. “And they confirmed her identity. She was a foster kid who disappeared 10 years ago.”
Y/N shuffled through the photos the file contained. “She’s been in captivity this whole time?” she asked, looking up to Garcia, who was nodding her head.
“Long-term hostage. That’s rare. We got another Ariel Castro here?” said Rossi.
“Funny you say that. Not funny ha ha. Funny weird. She told the police that she was held captive with this girl,” she explained. “Sheila Woods, 15 years old, who disappeared from Nashville 7 years ago. Also, she said there was another girl, too, but all she knows about her is that her name is Violet and she was older.”
Y/N brought her eyes to the board of the missing girls from Garcia and bit the inside of her cheek. “You’ve checked the missing children’s database, correct?”
“Affirmative. There’s no Violet anywhere.”
“Did Gina say anything about her captor?” Spencer questioned.
“Just that his name was Tom, and he was an older white dude.”
JJ spoke up. “And where were they being held?”
“This house,” Garcia brought up a photo of the home to the screen. “Gina took the cops there. They brought Sheila to the hospital, very ill with something yet to be determined. Violet nowhere to be found.”
“It’s probably safe to assume that she’s with the unsub.” Hotch said.
Y/N nodded in agreement. “Who owns the house?”
“Oh! That’s where it gets even weirder. This woman, Clara Riggins,” she displayed a photo of the woman. “She’s MIA, but her checking account is active. She pays her bills on time, and if my math is correct, she’s 108 years old.”
“I might be going out on a limb here, but I’m gonna bet she had nothing to do with the kidnapping.”
“The real question is, where’s the unsub and this other girl Violet?” Morgan says.
“That’s what we’re going to find out. Lewis is on a research assignment. Wheels up in 30.” Hotch finalized . He gathered his file and promptly made his way out of the room, leaving the team to follow his lead.
Y/N stood from her seat, gathering her own file and the book that sat by its side. Her feet swiftly brought her to her desk in the bullpen and she opened one of the many draws in search of her go bag. Double checking if she had everything prepared for the trip, she carefully tucked her book between a few belongings, but noticed something peculiar peeking out of it. Y/N furrowed her brows. Never did she notice this. She had found the book a few days ago while searching through her closet for an extra jacket for Garcia. Instead, she found a box labeled with an unfamiliar date. In it, she found the book. It seemed familiar, but she couldn’t pinpoint exactly why. Y/N didn’t think much about it until she’s noticed the the note. The signed note. Why couldn’t she remember anything? And why can’t she remember who “E” is?
She groaned, slipping the item that was nestled between the pages into her fingers. And to her surprise, it was a photo. A photo of her and… the photo was torn in half. Someone else was in the photo, but who? Perhaps it was this “E” person. Though her memory was hazy, she could recall very little of the note and the book itself. She remembered this girl. That must be E, she thought. But who exactly is she, and why can’t I remember her face?
Y/N’s thoughts were cut short when she felt a hand grasp at her waist. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she quickly spins on her heel to face the person behind her.
“Woah, there!” JJ exclaimed, placing her other hand to Y/N’s waist to steady her. “You alright?”
Y/N visibly relaxed, letting out an exhale. “All good,” She placed her hand atop JJ’s and offered her a small smile. “Just surprised me, that's all.”
JJ quirked up a brow, and her eyes trailed over Y/N’s features. “I’ve been calling out to you… you didn’t hear me?”
Y/N inwardly frowned. “Guess not,”
“Are you sure you’re alright?” JJ brought her hand up to Y/N’s face, cupping her jaw.
Y/N covered JJ’s hand with hers once again. This is what made her feel more at home when joining the team. Before she had joined, she had known about the team. Spencer would mention them every now and then when he would stop by to visit her at the shop. He would tell her various stories about the cases they’ve solved, about the people they’ve, along with stories about each member of the team. And she admired them. They were like a little family and at first, Y/N was scared to intrude. She pat JJ’s hand, giving her a tight-lipped smile. “I’m fine, Jayge,” she took JJ’s hands in her own. “Now, we have people to save, don’t we?”
Y/N released her hold on her hand, grabbing hold of her bag. She looked over the bullpen and noticed Spencer awkwardly standing over his desk with his go bag halfway off his shoulder, and a smile formed. She took a step forward, turning to JJ, and offered her arm for her to take. “Join me.” Y/N said.
JJ linked her arm with hers, letting Y/N lead the way to Spencer’s desk, and his head perked up when he saw her. “Y/N…”
“Hey, you,” she held out her arm just as she did to JJ. “You ready to go?”
To Y/N’s surprise, Spencer grasped her hand in his instead. She glanced over to JJ, and she looked as shocked as she was as her eyes went back and forth between the pair and their locked hands. Y/N’s heart sped up a bit when she felt Spencer squeeze at her hand. She had grown used to the feeling of his hand in hers. Every once in a while, they would grab hold of each other's hands if something in a case hit too close to home. It was a comfort for them, though it was something that went unspoken. But each time, she would feel her heart speed up ever so slightly. She shook her head and gave Spencer’s hand a light squeeze back.
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Morgan, Rossi, and Y/N walked in silence as they surveyed the basement of the home. Y/N’s eyes wander over the room, noticing various arts and crafts that littered the murky walls and blankets and stuffed animals that sat on the abandoned mattresses. She took a step closer to one mattresses when she saw a deep red peeking out from underneath a blanket. Nudging Rossi with her shoulder, she gestured down to the atrocity. He lifted the blanket with his gloved hand, uncovering a large patch of dried blood. The two glanced up at each other and shook their heads, continuing on after Morgan.
They parted ways to investigate different areas of the house, and Y/N found herself in a bedroom. It was tidy, the bed perfectly made, and not a speck of dust in sight. She opened the draws of the dresser, noting the clothes that were neatly folded. Y/N heard footsteps enter the room, and she looked over her shoulder to see Morgan opening the doors of the closet. Just as she had expected. The closet was just as neat and orderly as the rest of the room.
“Look what I found in the kitchen,” Rossi’s voice broke the silence as stepped into the room. He sat the box he held on the bed and Morgan stood beside him.
“Bondage and torture porn.” he reported.
“Also found another tool box in there, that makes three.”
“Well, you saw that guy's woodwork. He’s obviously good with his hands.”
“He must be a carpenter. Maybe a handyman of some sort, but,” Y/N said, keeping her eyes fixed on the closet. “Look at this.”
She beckoned the two to peer inside the closet. “He must have OCD. The closet, the clothes, even the bed… perfectly organized.”
“He wants total control over every aspect of his life.” Rossi stated.
“Makes sense for a sadist.”
“He’s not gonna like it on the run,” Morgan said. “He’s gonna feel powerless.’
Rossi spoke. “And that’s why he took Violet with him. Sheila Woods was probably too sick to travel.”
“You know, Violet was the oldest and helped with the abductions. She was probably his first victim.”
“Perhaps. Or maybe his daughter?”
“Well, either way, she was important to him.”
“You know. I also wonder, what happened to Clara Riggins?” Rossi asked, rounding the bed.
Morgan answered. “The bedroom down the hall is untouched. Looks like it’s been that way for a while.”
Y/N walked around the bed, to the door frame, and peeked her head to briefly view the rest of the house. “He looked after the house. It’s well cared for. Maybe that’s how he found this place,” she turned on her heel to face the two men. “Elderly woman, no family. She must’ve hired someone to fix things now and then. She thought he was a nice guy, does good work, and they build a relationship,”
“You think he took advantage of Clara Riggins?”
“That’s what it seems like. Though he doesn’t profile as a killer, I think he made a spot in her life and waited until she died.”
“And he made sure that she came to depend on him for survival. Just like his victims.”
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The three of them hurried to the location the unsub’s vehicle was spotted. Y/N sat in the back seat of the van, fastening the FBI vest over her torso. Morgan and Rossi occupied the driver’s and the passenger’s seat. Police cars trailed behind them as they came to a stop and they hurriedly made their way out of the car. Y/N pulled her gun from her holster that sat at her hip and stealthy surveyed the blue van as Morgan ventured to the driver’s side. “Michael Clark Thompson, FBI!” Morgan’s voice booms when he approaches the man. “Show me your hands! Show me your hands! Now very slowly use your right hand to open the driver’s side door. Slowly.”
Y/N and Rossi stayed outside the back of the van with their guns pointed forward. A small voice of a woman was heard, and Y/N gestured for the surrounding officers to be prepared to open the car doors. “Get out the van nice and slow. Keep your hands where I can see them.” Morgan ordered.
She heard Morgan groan in frustration, along with a figure whizzing past him. “Ah, you gotta be kidding me. This guy!” he quickly took off after him and with that, Y/N signaled the police officers to open the back of the van.
She stepped quickly, looking over the inside of the van, and locked eyes with a girl. With her knees to her chest, she scurried backward in fright, heaving with each breath. Y/N returned her gun to her holster and extended her arm towards her. “It’s okay, It’s alright,” she cooed. “We got you.”
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“Nothing to hide, my ass. He’s full of it.” Rossi scoffed as Hotch informed the team about Thompson’s defence claims. The team occupied the sitting space of the hospital the girls were admitted to, along with Thompson, who was kept contained in a spare room. According to Hotch, Thompson “saved” the girls from their parents and claimed that he had nothing to hide when it came to Clara Higgins. The entire ordeal made Y/N’s blood boil. The man was a pig, and he deserved to rot for his crimes.
“The preliminary M.E. report does suggest that Clara Riggins died of natural causes.” Spencer said.
“I think he’s telling the truth about that. He didn’t kill her.”
Y/N moved from her spot next to JJ and settled on the empty seat next to Spencer. She snuck a glance his way, noticing the wrinkle in between his brows from them being furrowed. She thought it was cute, not that she would ever tell him that, of course. Y/N scrunched her nose and nudged him, signaling for him to pass her to M.E. reports.
“I’m sorry, guys. I can’t stop thinking about Violet,” says JJ. “She could not wait to get out of here. Like, it was urgent. It’s all she could talk about.”
“Well, she’d been held captive most of her life. All this has to be a tremendous shock.” Rossi said.
“No question about that, but that wasn’t it. It’s like she had somewhere specific in mind and she needed Thompson to go with her.”
“Well, he’s conditioned her to depend on him for everything.” Hotch said curtly.
“Exactly. You condition someone by doing something over and over again. Now, we know he repeatedly abused them. I don’t think she was itching to get out of here to go do that.”
Y/N flipped over the documents absentmindedly and tossed her leg over the other. “Perhaps he did something to reward her somehow,” she starts. “What if she has a child? Where else would she want to go so badly…”
JJ gave her a nod of agreement. “Sheila Woods did have a miscarriage. Maybe Violet brought one to term.”
“We did profile that he might be trying to fill some kind of void since he didn’t have a family.” said Spencer.
“Yeah, but Gina Bryant never mentioned any baby.” Rossi pointed out.”
“Violet could have had the baby before Gina was abducted. Gina wouldn’t even know about it.”
“Well, if we’re right about any of this, that means there’s another kid somewhere out there.”
-
Y/N walked behind Rossi and Hotch as they led Thompson to the room Violet occupied. Passing through the halls of the building, seeing the parents of these girls, made her heart break for them. For Violet’s parents, most of all. They’ve spent so many years mourning the loss, just for this sick man to step in and claim their girl as his own. Y/N clenched her jaw tightly, picking up her steps to meet their destination.
“Daddy,” Violet says with a smile.
“Hi, Vi.” Thompson replied.
The interaction made Y/N’s stomach churn, and she let out a deep exhale. “Have a seat,” she spat.
“No, I want to be close to her.”
“Not part of the deal,”
The man turned to her with a deep frown on his face. “Then give us some privacy.”
“No,” she deadpanned. “Sit.”
Hotch pulled out a chair behind Thompson and he reluctantly claimed his spot. Violet’s eyes darted between the agents and the man, gasping when she noticed his arm sling. “You’re hurt…”
“Don’t worry about that. It’s nothing.”
Violet fiddled with her fingers, trying to settle her breaths. “I’m really sorry?”
“About what?” he asked.
“My sisters,” she answered, afraid to meet his eyes. “I had to tell them. Please don’t be mad. I had to…”
“Now, listen, it’s alright, Vi. Okay? It really is okay.” he said sincerely.
“Did you get the groceries yet?” she asked him.
The question made the agent’s ears perk up.
“No, honey,” Thompson says. “I’ve been here the whole time just like you.”
“But can we go now?” she urged.
“I have some bad news,” he lamented. “We- We can’t go there ever again.”
“What? We have to go today! It’s by the disappearing place, we can be fast.”
“You’re right, Violet, but I can’t. These police,” he said, nodding towards the agents. “They don’t think we should be together. They’re going to break apart our family, just like I told you they would. I just wanted to come and say goodbye before they took me away.”
“No! Wait. When will you be back?!”
“Not for a very long time. I would give you a hug goodbye, but they won’t let me.”
“No! I- Please…” she pleaded, inching closer to the edge of the bed. “Please, can I just hug him?”
Y/N shared a look with Hotch, and he gave her a curt nod. She arched a brow at him, brining her attention back to the pair. “Okay.” she said.
She grimaced and looked away as the two embraced. Y/N felt bad for this girl. All the awful things she had to endure… at the hands of someone who claimed to care for her? This poor girl was so stuck in their ways.
“Oh, Violet, I’m gonna miss you,” he whispered in her ear. “I’m gonna miss you.”
He placed a kiss to her cheek as he pulled away, his hand cupping her face in affection. “My beautiful Violet.”
Y/N’s attention shifted back to them when she heard Violet’s footsteps. She was backing away from him… she must have remembered something. Rossi gestured for JJ to bring in the girl’s parents from outside of the room.
“What is- What is this? Who are these people?!” Thompson demanded when he saw the couple.
“These are her parents,” Y/N said sternly.
“And that gentleman right there is her real daddy.” Rossi continued.
“Huh? She knows who her real daddy is. Daddy is the only one who loves you. Isn’t that right, Violet?”
The girl sat there in a silent war with herself. Her eyes flicker between the couple and Thompson for a moment, her face scrunching up in displeasure. “No… my name… is... Amelia.”
“Amelia…” she repeated. “Amelia. Amelia!” The man’s face paled, and he stiffened in posture before she charged at him. Her fists hit his chest in a fit of rage, and the man was trapped between Amelia and the wall. The agents made haste. Hotch and Rossi were on either side of Thompson, and JJ and Y/N wrapped their arms around Amelia’s waist in efforts to pull her back.
“Get off of me!” he shouted.
But regardless of the agent's restraints, Amelia was feverish in her movements. Y/N couldn’t blame her. He was going to get exactly what he deserved. “My name is Amelia!”
Her and JJ were able to pry her off of him and Hotch and Rossi escorted him out of the room. “There is no deal! You hear me?! There’s no deal!”
Y/N wrapped her arm around Amelia’s shoulders and rubbed languid circles as she tried to steady her breath. “You’re okay… you’re okay,” she soothed.
-
The case came to a close, and the four girls were saved. All was well, with the exception of the situation with Thompson. He was brought to his demise when the mother of Sheila Woods shot him. Y/N thought he deserved it. If she were to be honest, she probably would have done the same if she were in her shoes.
Now, Y/n found herself snuggled on the couch of the jet with the same book from earlier that day in her lap. Though the case took her mind off the note, the lack of familiarity was making her frustrated. Not to mention the memory… her mind was hazy, but she couldn’t let it go. Why was this so important to her?
A new weight at the end of the couch made the cushions dip, and Y/N caught Spencer lazily fumbling with a small blanket. The dark circles under his eyes didn’t go unnoticed by her. She watched as he hopelessly tried to make himself comfortable in the small proximity.
“Spencer…” she finally called out to him.
He turns his gaze to her and hums in response. Y/N turned her body to dangle her legs over the couch, placing the pillow on top of her thighs. She tapped the pillow on her lap as an invitation. “Sleep, Spence,”
Spencer hesitated, his eyes flickering between the pillow and her eyes. “It’s fine,” she says. “Consider it as an apology for making you sleep on the floor.”
Spencer smiles and shuffles to his side, resting his head on the soft pillow. “Of course,”
Y/N mirrored his smile, holding in a snicker. The two sat in comfortable silence for a moment, and Spencer’s eyes fluttered shut. “You still owe me another movie night,” he whispered, not bothering to open his eyes. “You know… as an apology.”
She looked down to her lap and saw the corners of his lips curl upwards. “Why, of course,” Y/N poked his cheek. “But now, you need to rest.”
He nodded, nuzzling further into the pillow. The sound of Spencer’s soft snores reached her ears, and Y/N closed her own eyes. She draped her arm over his form and let her head lull back, allowing herself to be engulfed by sleep.
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a/n: honestly i never intended to ship y/n and jj, but look at me. shipping y/n and jj.
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