when canon gives you an underdeveloped character and you just have to make do:
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ugly because I'm at work but they assigned me the most boring station today and I also have to type with my long nails and it isn't fair
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requested by anonymous
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Someone fly out here to my work and FEED ME
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how can we have a cm watch party now hmmmm
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CARING FOR STUBBORN MUSES. for when the person you’re trying to care for insists they don’t need your help.
“at least let me clean the wound!”
“you’ll be even worse off if you don’t let me bandage this.”
“i really think you need to see a doctor.”
“i made you some soup, and i’m going to sit here until you eat it. i can wait.”
“your feelings matter too! i can’t help you if i don’t even know what’s making you upset!”
“..i’m here if you need anything, okay?”
“stop trying to push yourself! you can’t do this on your own!”
“listen, i know you don’t want to, but.. maybe you should rest for a while. you’re not going to get anywhere like this.”
“i’ll make you a deal: i’ll just get you some bandages, and nothing else, and you stop making a fuss over it.”
“how long has it last been since you slept?”
“have you even been taking your medicine?”
“i know you think you have to get through this by yourself, but you have people here to help you.”
“let me take care of you, for once.”
“you’re gonna hurt yourself even more if you do stupid things like that!”
“i hate to break it to you, but you’re not supposed to do any strenuous physical activity for the next couple weeks, and if i have to personally make sure you don’t every waking hour of the day then i’m fully prepared to do that.”
“it’s okay to cry in front of me, you know. you don’t have to carry this alone.”
“stop trying to act like you’re not bleeding out in front of me!! this is serious!”
“listen, asshole. i’m gonna carry you home whether you like it or not. you’re not in any condition to get there yourself.”
“oh my god, why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?!”
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can we talk about him cradling a victim’s head as morgan calls for backup
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when dad says you gotta interview the psychopath on your own
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WHY IS THNIS SO FUNNY EOFEOIGWOEG
how do you all find psds that work on tv shows like cm because i’m dead inside
i had to lighten this four separate times and this is the best i got
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how do you all find psds that work on tv shows like cm because i’m dead inside
i had to lighten this four separate times and this is the best i got
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yall . . . who knows where i can get ps for free
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god is constantly roasting my ass i never get a moment to like recollect myself or anything
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sext: ??? ????? ?????????? ??????????????
@antialibi || memes
HIS PHONE BUZZES AGAINST HIS THIGH , buried in the pocket of denim jeans as his boots tread mercilessly over twigs and leaves . people in town blame the land for their missing children , and ever since this morning’s first cup of coffee he’s been thinking of an old friend living on an apache reservation , and his advice that land , once it’s tasted enough spilled blood , thirsts for more of it .
belatedly he remembers they brought satellite phones this time , because the tall , old trees interfere with signal . maybe it’s an update . maybe he imagined it . either way , he doesn’t check . but why ?
another half - hour and they reach the farmhouse . it’s shit like this that makes him glad he lives in a big city where abandoned buildings are demolished to make room for new projects . but out here , the south’s haunted by its own . old wood splinters with a hard kick into a large , dusty interior , and though they find evidence of a squatter , there’s no sign of the unsub or the missing kids . they split up to cover more ground , checking the surrounding land for footprints ( and small graves , but that goes unsaid ) and again , his phone vibrates against his thigh .
again , he ignores it .
his sat - phone crackles ; she’s waiting , aa - ron . it hisses . he pauses mid - step and ━━ what the fuck ━━ pivots , checking the unit at his hip . no warning message for a faulty charge ; no flashing light to show activity from sibling units . he unclips the phone and lifts it to his mouth to ask ( demand ) the message be repeated . then again , for a sound - off . nothing . silence chokes the woods around him , and he finds himself alone . ❛ morgan ? ❜ he calls out .
buzz buzz .
the return trek to the farmhouse is uneventful and quiet , other than twigs snapping underfoot . he meets morgan on the way , footsteps impressively quiet for a man raised on chicago streets . ❛ did you find anything ? ❜ he asks in place of a bitter ‘didn’t you hear me’ or ‘where were you’ ━━ it doesn’t matter now . nothing , morgan answers . well , nothing’s better than a plot of child - sized graves . minutes pass as they give the farmhouse interior another sweep , building what little profile he can of what litters the dirty floor . the rest of the party are on their way , he assumes .
buzz buzz .
morgan watches him from across the room . he fishes the phone from his pocket , scowling , and the illuminated screen looks almost absurd given his current location . his thumb swipes to unlock and he counts three texts before actually bothering to read them .
[ from : ] these woods are hungry the trees devour what they can[ from : ] she’s waiting for you[ from : ] are you sure that’s agent morgan
━━ hotch , his sat - phone spits . it’s morgan’s deep baritone . ━━ we’ve got someone . young woman , blonde . we’re waiting for the medics , but i think you should see this . i’m south of the old house , just past the creek .
the connection severs .
something watches him from across the room .
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❛ It’s my game. And no one can help me. Not even you. ❜
@revoide || memes
WHO IS SHE ? WHERE IS SHE ?IS SHE EVEN REAL ? questions fill his mind like rain water into a bucket , he couldn’t stop them if he tried , not since he spotted her this morning , her blonde hair and dark eyes peering at him from the edge of the crime scene . caution tape never stopped her before , he knows , and wonders if she’s waiting for him once again – in the shadows , in the corners of darkened rooms in this apartment complex – it wouldn’t be the first time .
hours seemingly pass in the span of minutes ; he enters the building alone knowing his team is on their way – this is no decrepit building , it’s on a side street rather than the edges of some small town . . . his heart begins to race as he approaches the front desk . an elevator dings across the lobby and he glances over his shoulder hoping to see the suspect , but finds the small room empty , as if someone sent the elevator down in invitation – no , nothing more than a coincidence .
tick , tock , tick , tock –
the watch upon his wrist mocks him , showing two minutes come and go when he feels thirty . where is she ? why does he even suspect she’ll be here ? perhaps he saw no more than a lookalike . maybe it wasn’t her – maybe , maybe , maybe , but no answers to his questions . nothing solid .
he raps knuckles upon the door in question , the key a bit of metal in his large hand , retrieved from the front desk after flashing his badge . ❝ michael grant , this is the FBI , open the door . ❞ does his voice echo down the hall – no , of course it wouldn’t . yet . . . the door creaks open and he steps one foot across the threshold to keep it from closing . no one stands behind the door . he knows , somehow , before entering that the apartment will be empty .
tick , tock , tick , tick , tick , tick –
he hears her voice before he sees her , like a video buffering , like she was here when he cleared the apartment but standing elsewhere , like she’s been waiting .
❝ where is he ? ❞ he asks , tone stern as he turns to face her . the agent doesn’t ask how she got here , or why , or when , because something in him doesn’t want to know . he wants answers to safer questions . ❝ four people have been murdered ; this isn’t a game . ❞ but she’s not talking about the case , he realizes , without knowing how . he adjusts his posture , physically towering over her while feeling their stances are the opposite : something in her is larger than he could ever be . his spine tingles , warning , warning running up and down his vertebrae .
his team should’ve been here by now .
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why did you choose the KING chess piece to represent hotch?
@antialibi // character dev . questions make my night
hotch , in most cases , serves as the king . not because he’s the “most important piece” ( which is , as always , up to interpretation ) but because every piece keeps an eye on the king no matter their current position and thinks of him still , when considering future moves . he’s not usually found wandering all the fuck - way across the board , but his influence is felt regardless . ( he’s constantly called for advice or direction though he may never leave his position . ) the king’s capture ( when he requests a transfer out of the BAU , when he’s suspended , when he’s forced to either be replaced or promote internally ) is the end of the game . he’s a “weak” piece at the start but is all the stronger towards the end of the game . as the audience we’re repeatedly told the team’s effectiveness rests on the shoulders of its leader . without a strong leader , they’d fall apart .
here’s an old “team as chess pieces” post which i should probably update lmao
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