Don’t show her!
Penelope shows Reid a picture of Emily from her school years and tells Emily she will show Y/n the picture, who Emily really likes, Y/n comes over at the right time.
A/n: This is just a little silly oneshot I had in my drafts from ages ago! I’m working on a longer one right now but thought I’d upload this one ;) which is probs really crap but oh well ig
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When Emily had gotten into work this morning, Penelope was stood beside Spencer who was at his desk on the otherside to Emily, holding a picture. She so badly wanted to know what it was about because Spencer was questioning it while also glancing at her a few times, she was too busy drinking the rest of her coffee until Penelope had spoken up "you were too young to understand this" she chuckled.
Emily rolled her eyes at them both "alright what are you two looking at?" She asked while rolling her eyes, grabbing the picture from the blonde, she turned it around. It just so happened to be her yearbook picture from years and years ago, back when she was in highschool in, with wild hair and the goth phase.
"Okay, you edited this or something. That hair?" Emily rolled her eyes again, she knew full well that the picture wasn't edited or anything that was all her and Penelope would remind her. "Oh no pussycat that was all you" she chuckled.
"Where did you even find this anyway?" Emily questioned, she knew that was a stupid thing to ask knowing that Penelope was one of the best hackers/tech person shes ever known. "Do you really have to ask that Emily" she laughed. Emily laughed a little bit but what Penelope said next was not making her laugh.
"I wonder what Y/n would think of this?" She smirked. That was when Emily has clutched onto that photo for dear life and made sure that nobody else would see it. "Oh Pen, thats dangerous territory" Spencer chuckled. Knowing full well how Emily felt about this woman. "You wouldn't Penelope Garcia" Emily warned. But the blonde smirked at her, nodding her head.
"Oh I would, I can just send it to Y/n' phone right now" she chuckled, teasing Emily. "No seriously Pen don't show her!" Emily exclaimed but as quietly as she could considering shes at work and doesn't want to cause a scene over a silly picture of her from high school...it was just embarassing.
"Don't show me what?" Y/n over hears Emily as she approaches the brunette, smiling at her. "Um nothing" Emily tried to hide that picture so well but Y/n had already caught on the moment she saw it in Emily's hands. Y/n knew how to distract her so she could get the photo from her hands, Penelope and Spencer just watched the two women, as Y/n teased Emily, leaning over her desk in front of her with a smirk plastered on Y/n' face, and the fact her cleavage was showing a little as she leaned forward. Emily tried so hard not to look in Y/n' direction but the moment she did, the brunette couldn't help but look, despite trying to just look up at Y/n' face, Emily getting a bit flustered.
"Spence your innocent eyes, look away" Penelope joked as she laughed at his confused facial expressions "thats how you distract Prentiss, Reid. Or atleast how I do" Y/n chuckled, teasing Emily even more.
And just like that Y/n managed to get the photo from her hands, Emily was about to protest until it was too late. "Is this a picture of you from school?!" Y/n exclaimed, she didn't laugh but she did tease Emily again when she smirked at her. Emily rolled her eyes, slightly annoyed and embarassed.
"I hate you all" she sighs, but Emily didn't mean it, no matter how much she teased her she could never hate Y/n for it, she loved it...because she could get her back later for this. And Emily knew just exactly how she would do that to her.
"I think you looked pretty cool" Y/n winked. Emily didn't have to be embarrassed atleast it wasn't as bad as Y/n' high school picture that was for sure.
"And plus it doesn't look as bad as mine" Y/n chuckled. Now getting the attention of Garcia, Reid and Emily all at once, they looked at her in sync. "I have to find it" Penelope added, with a chuckle.
"No please don't! Its really bad" Y/n begged. Emily playfully punched your arm and smiled "now you've seen mine, I have to see yours".
"Shut up you" Y/n rolled her eyes at the brunette woman. Penelope practically raced over to her office, Spencer went over to Derek as he spotted him. Y/n and Emily continued their little flirty ways with each other that the whole team can even sense their behaviour with each other, but they wouldn't say a word until both Y/n and Emily finally admit it or if it gets to a point where they're sick of them playing around, which currently, they are.
“We've got a case" Hotch mentions. Y/n, speed walking to the room, Emily following behind as she grabs Y/n' wrist and manages to pry the photo of her from her hand. Both women letting out giggles, as they continued to the room to get briefed.
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weird fantasy idea: an angel’s appearance being exactly as much as you’d be able to understand, and only things you’ve non-naturally learned. they are seen as representations, not ‘raw’ a visage. an angel appears to an architect as a shifting, non-flat blueprint/plan of some vast structure, it appears to an archeologist only as traces of itself, near-indistinguishable hints, the barest ability to know that it’s there at all, as if it was once there 30,000 years ago (neverminded that the viewer’s kitchen was repainted last Saturday). they can only be seen through the lens of learned (or taught) skill. to gaze at them through the eyes of an animal would be madness, I guess.
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Okay this was a couple of weeks ago but I think about it all the time so here.
When I had finished a production with a local community theatre group (I was an ensemble member), we had an afterparty because that's what you do after you finish all your shows.
And the cast members all got called out to receive a poster of the show and stuff to be like "thank you" and they could say a few words. And one of the main characters (We were doing Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and he was Willy Wonka) said that he was nervous taking on the role, then watched the Broadway show and was terrified, but walked into the first rehearsal and saw me laughing my head off at my own joke and knew it was going to be fun and I kinda hid behind my girlfriend and whispered "help that's the nicest way I've been called a dumbass everyone is looking at me what do I do"
But I was secretly really really happy to be noticed and seen hysterically laughing and NOT judged for my sanity or lack thereof? Like it made me feel really happy and accepted that someone felt accepted by me being stupid. If that makes sense.
And I think about that a lot because I never knew me being a dumbass and laughing hysterically at my own jokes was inspirational or made people feel like they were in a safe supportive community (as opposed to questioning my sanity and wondering what the hell's wrong with me) and so now I think about that a lot and wonder how many other people feel safe to be themselves or such by me being my regular dumbass self
So moral of this story (if there is one I guess) be your dumbass self and find the community that will appreciate and love you for it
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i was thinking and realized that a reason that various generations don’t get along (I can’t keep track) is the concept of taking humanity seriously. Now, the younger generations offend the older ones I think in what they do and don’t take seriously about humanity. Gender? Sexuality? (please see so much on various collages of random people/things that people declare are their favorite representation of such) they are serious in one context, but the general feel is that it’s really just whatever you feel like. However on the concept of bodily autonomy (most often for women) it’s a very serious subject, where as in the past... that was a joke.
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Ok I’m gonna say this first I LOVE YOUR ART-
Ok and the next thing I’m gonna say here is that I want some cool sniper and engineer art. Don’t care if it’s a ship or not I just want to see the two of them get into trouble together like the goobers they are
or just together or smth they don’t need to get in trouble if you don’t want them to
he's in his 20s somehow--i think sniper's allowed to be a little stupid, as a treat. i think maybe mr rugged survivorman's mother bought him his van and he doesn't know how to do anything except drive it
sorry this took a literal month to get to, i'm taking a while to work though all my older requests
ps. thank you!
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i know we talk a lot about the isolation of chronic illness and disability, but i really don't think ablebodied folk get it.
i have made one new friend in person since graduating highschool in 2020. she is my housemate's girlfriend. she stays over frequently, and the only reason we are friends is because she stays over and we have shared university papers. i would not have had the opportunity to befriend her otherwise. that is in the space of three years.
i don't go out much. i cannot guarantee that i will leave my house within any given week. technically i have class i need to go to twice a week for an hour, but those moments aren't time for friends, they're time for classwork and i don't interact with people in a social capacity there.
i simply do not get the opportunity to meet people.
i cannot go out with friends and meet new people that way, because my social circle is already so small, and i don't have the energy to go out half the time anyway. when i do, i suffer for it later.
i don't meet people on campus because i'm immuno-compromised, and ableds seem to have forgotten that we are still in a pandemic.
i don't go to clubs or go out for the sake of going out because i can't. i've grown agoraphobic, because i am so worried that something health related will happen and i'll get stuck somewhere alone. i hate leaving the house because of the guarantee of an anxiety attack which leaves my body more likely to flare. it's a vicious cycle of isolation.
i am not the only one who has experienced this -- i can still leave the house, i can still go and visit friends with assistance. i struggle, but at the end of the day, it's still an option. there are others who are completely isolated.
the worst of it is that people leave. people get tired of the 'i can't come, i'm sorry', of the 'hey, i'm sick, can we postpone?'. even people who you love and hold dearly will stop trying. and it's awful. you have to sit and watch these people who you love walk away because they can't deal with your disability. i don't have words to describe how much that hurts.
it really is impossible for ablebodied people to understand, because for the majority of us, this isn't temporary. this is just how we have to live. and your social circle can only really get smaller.
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