for @baukitten !
“the dirty dozen is kind of a super cool nickname.” she was there to help but she was also there to make penelope feel better. by orders of hotch, emily’s mentor and friend was now in hide away until the group of hitmen were found and dismantled. penelope had taught emily everything she knew, so stepping in for her in a way to protect her? it was genuinely a no brainer. “you could’ve had some stupid nickname like - “ there was a pause for her to take a sip of her coffee, “the cats meow or i dont know. the freaky six.”
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@baukitten / elle greenaway starters.
“i know it’s been a very long time.”
are they not different people now? she is an entirely different person. if it’s true that the cells in your body are completely replaced every ten years, then she is a person who has never stepped foot inside the bau.
she never meant to completely lose contact with them. ( she’s tried to stop lying to herself about that. )
“i never meant to stop talking to you.” or to reid. she won’t lay that on garcia. the one she feels the most guilt about, though - “i know this is a bad time to come back. but i couldn’t not come to his funeral.”
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“can we talk a little before you go to sleep?”
she fiddles with the phone pressed to her cheek. it's warm from overuse and she doesn't care. darkness has already encircled her bedroom; it is far later for her than it is for penelope.
"you've got me all night, penny."
it doesn't matter to her that she has work in the morning. penelope's on the phone. there's a voicemail that plays on loop sometimes, over and over again, and it's in penny's voice and her words and - well.
if she needs to talk, then she needs to talk.
it's the very least she can do.
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a bright pink package is placed in front of her it's covered in glittery polka dots with matching tissue paper sticking out of the top & had the familiar calming scent that always drifted out of penelope's office radiated off of it ( or maybe it was just @baukitten standing in front of her, herself ). arching a brow, the blonde pulled the bag closer to herself & eyed it suspiciously for a moment. ❛ a gift. ❜ she repeats, tilting her head. ❛ for me ? ❜ did she ... forget something ? it wasn't her birthday or anywhere close to the time she joined the unit. ❛ wait is this really for me or did luke finally tell you to stop buying things for roxie & this is actually for gretzsky because he gets plenty from me, pen. ❜ she laughs under her breath & begins to dig into the bag.
prompt: it's a gift! you have to open it!
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☆ Put this star into the inbox of your favourite blogs. It's time to spread positivity! ❤'
hide your diamonds, hide your exes -- @baukitten is a little bit alexys!! no but seriously, you mean the absolute world to me -- you always have. i'm so glad that we're talking again and that you're back in my life. i've truly missed you. you write garcia so well along with all of your other muses both past and present.
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send # and i'll explain a song on clint's playlist / accepting
oblivion - b.astille
this is one of those songs that's on there for a few particular lines. for this one it's the chorus.
Are you going to age with grace?
Are you going to age without mistakes?
clint is one of the few of the team that ... age normally. he's one of the few that's human, fully. he's always aware of that. he's aware of each and every mistake that he makes.
Are you going to age with grace?
Only to wake and hide your face
this line reminds me of the tail end of fraction's run, after his run-in with the clown and how he fell into depression for a good stretch of time. the neighborhood knew him, he became integral, and it all fell apart and for awhile he hid within himself.
Are you going to age with grace?
Are you going to leave a path to trace?
there are a few lines, both from the mcu and comics that remind me of these lyrics. i'll list them here. "go out, fight hard, screw up. save the world a few times. just keep taking the shots, okay?" "but if you step out that door, you're an avenger."
basically - any time clint talks with the younger group, any time he thinks he has something to prove, something to leave behind. any time i think about him and francis.
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“I’m here, whether you need hugs, or ice cream, or… anything.” @ kate !
@baukitten
“Thank you.” Kate's smile was small and tired, but genuine — and her gratitude for the other woman was abundantly clear. "But I think I just need a minute, y'know?" She looked over at Penelope, rolling her eyes at herself before adding, "and maybe also a hug too."
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“ it’s alright. you take your time… i’m gonna be right here whenever you want to talk, okay? “
her presence is calming, soothing. it always has been. she’s like a beacon of light in a dreary night. ted can’t help but cling to that shine, especially right now. he’s nodding curtly to her words, knees brought all the way up to his chest, arms wrapped ‘round them in order to keep them in place. physically and metaphorically curling in on himself. like that can possibly keep him safe, keep him grounded to the floor in the midst of feeling like he’s going to float away and never return. “ i appreciate you, but you don’t gotta stay- i’ll be fine. i am fine. just. . . need a second. ”
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@baukitten said: ‘i am not the same person i was 18 minutes ago.”
he offers an attempt at sympathy, reaching out from where he stood and giving her a rather AWKWARD pat on the shoulder. ever since she had taken over this portion of the job, she’s had to look at some pretty GROTESQUE images. he supposed he couldn’t blame her for reacting this way. he had long since become accustom to the horrors of the job. honestly NOTHING seemed to phase him anymore. ❝ if it’s any consolation… time of death was PRIOR to the uh… DESHEDDING. ❞ as in the skin. whoever this killer was seemed to have a fetish for ripping the skin off his victims. or HER victims. though the ferocity of the killings definitely suggested a male unsub.
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" hey @baukitten, i know i asked about sergio but there's something else that i wanted to tell you. " despite the fact that emily has kept in touch with jj while everyone mourned her, emily has missed each of the members of the bau. especially, garcia. she knows that reid is upset with her and emily does not blame him. the woman that has never been buried hopes that garcia will forgive her in due time. " i listened to your voicemail ----- thank you for being in the dark place with me and waving flashlights. "
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for @baukitten !
" no tears in my kitchen, thank you! "
“they are happy tears!” it had been a long time for them. after emily left the bau, she had kept in contact with penelope almost every day. when the bau dismantled, it was harder to keep that up. it wasn’t anyones fault really, just different schedules called for different things. the best part of it all though was that while sitting in her kitchen and waiting for her mug of tea, emily could tell that penelope was happy. she was good. that’s what mattered to her. “you could’ve given me a warning or - “ a pause, “or something! something to make me not cry, okay?”
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❝ i know this might sound weird but, do you wanna stay over? i guess ‘sleepover’ sounds kind of childish but. i think it’d be nice. ❞ @ elle !
"i don't think it sounds childish. not at all." she shrugs a little, brow furrowed. "i haven't had a sleepover since i was eight." alright, maybe that confirms the childish thing - but who cares. the both of them deal with more than enough at work, they deserve a little bit of time not to be, right? "that's a yes, by the way."
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it’s me… hi.
"hi." oh, how she wishes she could help the grin. she can't. maybe that's fine. she should know how much she's wanted here, but emily is trying to be sensitive about the entire situation. ( she's sure she'll put her foot in her mouth sooner or later - the past three years have not changed her fundamentally, after all. ) she puts down her pen and rests her chin on her fist. "it's you. you don't know how happy i am to see you. this doesn't get you out of brunch, you know. seeing me here doesn't get you out of seeing me out there."
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❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜ // @baukitten
jemma attempts to return her smile, but her lip quivers instead. its not the vulnerability that scares her. not really. plenty have seen her cry and sob and curse. many have seen her beg and bargain when desperate. but this is different. no aliens, no supernatural strength, no powers. everything about this is terribly human. humanity at it’s ugliest, at it’s worst. she wipes her nose with the back of her sleeve; she’ll worry about proper manners latter. what’s a little snot after what they just witnessed. “i don’t know how you do it,” she says, voice strained from trying not to cry outright. “it’s like torturing yourself over and over again.”
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@baukitten : you can face this.
" do you truly believe that, garcia? i can take care of sergio without a doubt but a kid? i don't deserve declan after everything that i've done. " declan has been her sole priority ever since she made the decision to keep him safe. prentiss thinks of herself when she was a fifteen year old girl and while she was not ready to be a mother then, the thought of being a mother has piqued her curiosity over the years.
" declan means everything to me --- i know it might seem like i gave up a lot for him, but, the truth is ---- he gave me a reason to keep living. " emily knows deep down what she wants to do, she wants to adopt him. however, emily wants to make sure that she is the best option for him. " he remembers ian ---- what if he grows to hate me for not being lauren reynolds? "
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@baukitten asked: “ hostility makes me shrink up like a… i can’t think of a non-sexual metaphor. ” @ spence !
normally , spencer would be right there with five alternatives and citations on where each alternative came from , but with three bottles of beer in him , he’s suffering the same fate as penelope. he blinks at her for a moment before he says , ‘ honestly ? my thoughts are heading towards the same direction. hm , maybe like a violet ? it’s not quite accurate , but at least “ shrinking violet ” is an actual idiom. ’
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