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My name is Jas ♡  she/her ♡ 30s

This (prev:jasperandgemma) is multi-fandom blog and: 

♡ I’m currently obsessed with: Criminal Minds, SWAT and Justified ♡ CM Re-watch: Season 1 episode 16 // Justified: s6e1

♡  this blog is NOT SFW! While I will not reblog anything visually explicit, I am an adult and will occasionally post sweary and nsfw comments and reblog nsfw writing, so: READ & INTERACT AT YOUR OWN RISK.

More things about me:

♡ Get to know me through my fave posts

♡ I make MOODBOARDS - requests are currently CLOSED - and sometimes I write

♡ I have a side blog: @murderous-romance​​​ where I post historical/period tv dramas, bbc/itv detective dramas, art and photography: Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries, Miss Scarlet and the Duke, Peaky Blinders, Endeavour, Emma adaptations, Agatha Christie’s opus, ADOW etc.

♡ PFP - @fideliusprentiss​ ♡ dividers - @saradika  ♡ header: @save-the-sky

♡ TAGS:

 I TAG RELIGIOUSLY, so you can blacklist things and my most often used tags are: 

❥ criminal minds

❥ beautiful people

❥ jas answers/talks/rants/watches cm/is losing her (criminal) mind

❥ jas reads (and specifically: aaron hotchner fics/criminal minds fics)

❥ not secure to look at your place of employment or nsfw. and nsfw-ish

❥ jasedit - for my edits, which you can find  ❧ HERE ❧ 

❥ jas writes - for my writing

♡ My asks are always open if you want to chat. Thank you for visiting, and I hope you stay :)

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"shipping and blorbofication are not inherently at odds with understanding a story's deep themes" and "some people can't grasp the themes of a story because they never learned how to engage with stories outside of the lens of shipping and blorbofication" are two statements that can coexist

#:praise hands: #words #on fandom

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Honey, may I borrow your hand for a minute?

HONEY MAY I BORROW YOUR HAND FOR A MINUTE?!?!?!

the CONFIDENCE AND AUDACITY OF THIS MAN?!?!? makes me scream into a pillow every time.

they are at a CRIME SCENE and this CASANOVA JUST CALLS HER HONEY in front of her colleagues and superiors...

AND THEN TAKES HER HAND...

THIS MAN.

THIS MAN

is both awkward and cute and so. damn. smooth.

Yeah JJ I'd have his babies too.

#jas watches cm #will lamontagne jr #will lamontagne #willifer #jennifer jareau #criminal minds #cm 2x18 #jones

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Walking with a friend in the dark is better than walking alone in the light, Hellen Keller

#look at this family #my heart ACHES #it's gorgeous #all of them are #BAU family

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hotch/morgan is the most brain soup-ifying dynamic known to man 

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GET TO KNOW ME ✰ [2/5] Male Characters ⤷ Aaron Hotchner

"I stand by my actions and by my team. And if you think that you can find a better person for the job, good luck."

#my lOVE #aaron hotchner

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Jacob Pitts as Quentin Dodd in THE BLACK LIST - 10x03 "The Four Guns (No. 199)"

#I don't need another show to watch #I rEALLY don't need another show to watch #I really really don't need another show to watch #jacob pitts #the gorgeous man #that is bringing out unknown kinks #asdfasdfafd #beautiful people

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btw mutuals i love you all i am beaming friendship rays at you with my mind

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sex bots on tumblr dot com desire me carnally in my chatbox but alas im in a relationship with 4 fictional characters so i must refuse their romantic advances

#about me

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY @masterwords !!!

#oh my goodness this is such a wonderful birthday present #angela you are so loved 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 #and you deserve all of it ! #op this is exquisite <3 #hotchgan #hotchgan fanart #criminal minds fanart

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go the f*ck to sleep

Summary: JJ sees Hotch struggling with single parenthood and offers to help. Miraculously...he accepts.

Pairing: none

Words: 1.4k

Warnings: mentions of canon character deaths (haley & jj's sister), insomnia, grief, depression

Notes: I woke up this morning and had this image in my mind. It was written so fast and it's barely a fully fledged thought but...here you go. It's sad Hotch hours. And it isn't hotchgan! (I have a lot of that coming your way in the next week though, between several stories and several moodboards.) Merry Thursday!

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It wasn’t much. Hell, it was barely anything at all, she thought as she set the paper cup (extra hot americano, double shot) on Hotch’s desk. She held the card in her hands, hesitant. His office was cleaner than it had been in as long as she could remember, and it made her deeply uncomfortable. Like he was hiding something.

He’d always been an open book when it came to his work load. Case files and reports stacked on his desk, his email perpetually two away from being overflowing, the data on his phone complaining about the number of texts he wouldn’t delete. Just in case he needed them. (And he had needed plenty of them, so the end justified the means, so to speak.) So this new thing, this clean office, clean desk, organized email inbox...well she was a little concerned.

Everyone deals with grief differently and as she looked around at this office she barely recognized, JJ could see his grief written in every tidy corner, every neatly filed piece of paper. Maybe he was on top of it so he could be home with Jack, that was best case scenario, but what she thought might actually be happening was that he’d simply begun taking all of it home with him. That he was drowning in his apartment where no one could save him.

She looked at the card in her hand and thought about her parents grieving over her sister. How her father stopped talking to her for months, how her mother doubled down on the anger and the intensity. How she became a surrogate for what was lost but not in any helpful way. She could remember it all vividly while knowing there was a lot of that time she’d never really be able to access. She was older than Jack when her sister died, Jack would have even fewer memories when he was grown. He’d barely have a glowing faded ghost of a mom in his head, but he’d have a hardened father who can’t smile and can’t sleep that is tangible and be full of resentment. She knew that from experience.

That was enough to make her set the card down. She might be overstepping, she probably was, and he might just drink the coffee and toss the card in the garbage can (she knew he wouldn’t) but she had to try. Derek was still trying, still absorbing a lot of the work load, anything he could without stepping on Hotch’s toes but everyone else had gone back to business as usual. She couldn’t leave Derek to shoulder this burden on his own, she had to try to help.

She was in a meeting with Strauss and Garcia when he finally made his way to his office. The coffee, once piping hot, was cold and he stared at it long and hard for a minute in disbelief. It had already been a hellscape of a morning, putting out fires left and right...most of which weren’t even his fires...and the sight of the coffee there almost pushed him over some inexplicable ledge. He sat on the couch, but it looked and felt a lot more like falling, like collapsing, like his legs simply giving out.

If the coffee came close, the card did the real pushing.

“Hotch,

When I had Henry, everyone made jokes about finally really knowing what it was like to need coffee...well they weren’t kidding. I know Jack isn’t a newborn, but I have a feeling the sentiment will ring true still. So here’s to coffee, huh?

From one caffeine addict to another, if you ever need help with Jack, call anytime. Henry could use a big brother to show him the ropes.

JJ”

The tone of the card was light, casual, but the sincerity in it made his chest ache. The likelihood of him asking JJ to babysit Jack for him was slim, he thought she knew that when she wrote it, but all the same he was touched by the sentiment. And the coffee, once reheated, was exactly what he needed to pick himself up and finish the day on his own two feet. (Before collapsing into bed as soon as Jack was asleep only to toss and turn all night long again and again and again and again. Only to finally crawl out of bed at 3am after sleeping in rough ten minute intervals all night, dragging himself to his messy home office and watching the sun slowly creep through his closed blinds with tired eyes and piles of paperwork as high as his knees.)

When he did finally call JJ for help, he’d been at the sleepless night thing for three months and things were starting to feel filmy and unreal. He was at the end of his rope. Derek had been his lifeline in many ways, absorbing the work load when it got to be too much, but he didn’t know the first thing about kids so Hotch couldn’t ask him to babysit. It would be a disaster. Then he remembered JJ’s card, and it felt like his last line of defense. A hail mary. “Could you watch Jack for me for an hour or two?”

“You have a date?” she asked with a cheeky smile, pushing a spoonful of mashed potato into Henry’s waiting little mouth while holding the phone between her shoulder and her ear. Hotch let out the saddest laugh she thought she’d ever heard.

“Not exactly. I was hoping to try to take a nap.”

“Ahhh, yes. I hear you. If I didn’t have Will forcing me to take naps during the day…” she paused, biting into her lip. The queen of foot in mouth has done it again, she thought. “Well. Just give me a time and I’ll be there.”

He made a pot of coffee and showed her around, giving her the lay of the land like she’d never been inside before. Like she hadn’t gone in after Foyet, gone in with Derek and Emily and Dave, ducked beneath crime scene tape to check the place out, look through his intimate things. But it was different now, there was life here. Jack’s things were brightly colored and littered the place with tiny happy bombs. An Iron Man blanket laid on the couch, a splash of bright crimson against the dull grayish brown. Legos were in the carpet, crayons all over the table with play doh crumbs and the remnants of the toast Jack was still insisting he wasn’t done with from breakfast. “I’m sorry I haven’t picked up,” he muttered, and she laughed.

“Hotch, it’s fine. This is pretty clean for someone with a kid that age. Really.”

He glanced around and shrugged, shame clawing at him in spite of her words. He should have done more to pick the place up. It really was the least he could have done, she wasn’t even accepting money from him for her time.

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” he asked finally, glancing at Henry teetering on chubby little legs, brand new at the whole walking thing. He was invested in whatever it was that Jack was playing, he just had to get there first and that was slow going as a newly bipedal creature. Hotch glanced around and saw all of the choking hazards, the glass, the outlets not covered, the corners to bang his head on and the kitchen drawers easily opened to danger and death. His apartment wasn’t baby proofed because he never had Jack here at that age. He hadn’t thought this through. Not only that, but he noticed that Jack still had bright purple and green marker on his chin and forearms, remnants of his unsupervised tattoo session while Hotch was shaving one room away. He thought he'd gotten all of it washed off.

“Hotch...it’s okay. I’m going to sit here with them and they’ll play and that’s it. Maybe we’ll read a few stories, color a picture, rob a bank if we get really bored…”

“Thank you JJ.”

“ Wow. Not even a laugh huh?”

He smiled weakly. “I’m sorry. I haven’t really been sleeping.” Like that should explain it all. Judging by the look she gave him, it might have. The look on her face was compassionate, but he detected a little pity there too. He figured he deserved it. If he looked in the mirror he’d give himself the same pitying look.

"Do you need a bed time story?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow. His eyes went wide for a moment, his features finally giving way to a tired smile. A real one, unprovoked.

"No. Thank you though. Really."

"Alright then, go. I’ll try to keep them quiet. Thank you for the coffee. Get some sleep Hotch.”

#I am crying #this is so sweet and just #everything you want and need #it's EVERYTHING i need from them #Angela this is literally my version of their interactions #and friendship #and it's gorgeous #and soft #and yeah #it's canon #literally #you cannot and will not convince me otherwise #jotch #aaron hotchner #jennifer jareau #crimninal minds fics #masterwords ⚔️ #fic rec friday #oh and that moodboard is GORGEOUS #criminal minds

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sorry for romanticising the mundane. i have little else

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My cats have this meow that means "please come with me to fix this" after which they'll lead me to the problem in question, usually a empty (or 'empty') food bowl or a closed door they want open. They look at the 'problem', they look back at me, clear message.

What fascinates me is how this illustrates what they percieve as being in the realm of my 'power.' I control the food, I control the door, sure, but my cats love to sit on the balcony in the sun, and it has happened plenty of times that on a rainy day they come get me, go to the balcony and show me... the rain. "Please fix this" they say. "Please get rid of the wet"

"Silly kitty," I say, "I can't control the rain." I then walk into the shower and turn on the rain.

#as a new cat lover and an owner of a kitty weekend bnb #I love this and I've seen this behaviot #it's the greatest thing #cats #cats of tumblr #words

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(This cost me less than £5 so I'm not worried about expense if I burn it, I'm always invested in the Gävle Goat and think it'd be fun to play along but can't decide how)

#that is SUCH A COOL IDEA AND A PURCHASE :))) #gavlebocken #gävlebocken #gävle goat

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AND HE KEEPS ON JUST STARING AND SIGHING

...you smarmy, wheeding son of a bitch....

#AHDHADSHAHDF #MY LOVE HAS NO BOUNDS #tim gutterson #raylan givens #jas watches justified #justified fx #justified 6x11