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that’s my parents who never were together so I haven’t ever been born.
In honor of pride month I have to say that every year Langdon was coming to Garcia congratulating her with happy pride and she was like “yeah, you too” every single time and his stupid ass thought that she was just being polite. Five years into friendship he came out to her as bi and was very puzzled why is she not surprised since he has figured it out himself like uhmmm yesterday
Watched Halfman, loved every second of it, want to do nothing with the fandom. People are so weird about abuse, it hurts to see.
Oh the fourth episode of Halfman is tearing me apart. Every other second I have to stop watching because Im shaking with anger and the feel of despair. How dare Niall’s mother say that Niall made himself go mad over nothing, as if he had any fucking support in his life. How dare Ruben tell a story about how terrified Niall was of him when they were kids and wrap it up in a bullshit of Niall always taking what he wants. How dare Ruben blame Niall for going in jail for beating a person almost to DEATH in front of him.
I heard a lot about the TV series before watching it but never once I’ve seen someone talking that it’s about twisting narratives, making up a story that you have no choice but to go along with because no one in you life was ever on your side and so nothing you say or believe can be the truth. I don’t care if Niall is ruining his life over self-pity, I’ve seen Ruben on screen for just four episode and I’m scared of him. Imagine being forcefully made to live with him in a house where no one believes that you has a reason to be scared.
Say what you want but Ruben has never cared for Niall and the only thing he gave him is a lifelong trauma. And still Niall couldn’t help but get attached to him, because he was so LONELY, he craved the warmth so much, he had to accept the violence.
So I’ve started watching Halfman and I’m just five minutes in but I already HATE Niall’s mom
if not a baby then why baby shaped ??
Season seven Reid is like:
“I don’t think I can be better than Beth, ugh, I think I can be okay though. Well, a little bellow the average more like. Nothing special or anything, you probably have better options. There is no need to choose me, really, but can you, please? No pressure, though. I want you to be happy, so it’s up to you to decide. But if you chose me, that would be nice. I don’t do triathlons and I won’t run with you in the morning, I’ll actually sleep until the noon, because I was writing my thesis all night. I’m akward with kids and I think Jack likes Derek more than me, but I know lot of stuff about dinosaurs and stars if he’s interested. I’m not the type to call you on dates and, to tell the truth, I’m not the type who goes on dates at all, so that will be awkward too. I can’t cook and I don’t have much experience in bed or, well, at all, you know, sometimes I don’t know what I’m doing and what I’m talking about. I’m not your type, meaning I’m not cheerful, confident, gentle and I’m definitely not a girl, though I decided to grow my hair again, do you like it? I mean, it doesn’t matter, but I hope you do, even if that won’t make me a good wife, you’re searching for.
That being said I still think you should give it a try. Maybe someday.”
Derek and Garcia are the only hetero couple I care about and THEY. AREN’T. EVEN. A COUPLE.
Robby was poison. Frank didn’t mind shooting him up his vein if it meant that the man would get inside of him.
He wasn’t a junkie, no, nothing like that. He didn’t stand on his knees and begged for another dose. Well, sometimes he did get on his knees to beg, but it had nothing to do with drugs, okay? Robby just liked him that way. And Frank just needed Robby to like him.
Robby is melting his brains, he’s messing his insides. Frank’s back hurts more when he is on top of the man, he screams the loudest when he’s under him. He loses his sleep and his appetite, he is either up high or on his lowest. Sometimes he feels sick of himself and sometimes he feels sick of Robby, but never enough to quit. At first, it was just ‘one time thing’, then it turned in hundreds of ‘last times’. Frank kept coming back and Robby kept letting him in.
— do I look pathetic?
There is really no point in asking, Frank knows he does. He saw his own reflection in a mirror when he got here fifteen minutes ago. He looked anxious, twitchy and utterly desperate. He took his shirt off before Robby managed to lock the door behind him and didn’t even feel embarrassed when the man turned to look at him. He needed that dose, no, sorry, he needed Robby, whatever piece of himself he was willing to give him in exchange for Langdon’s body, mind, soul and decades of life.
— yes, you do. but I like it.
It might kill him in the end. Then so be it.
I hate how the whole fandom just ignores the amazing dynamic Hotch and Derek have. They are so so so interesting.
Two „alfa-males“ who have huge trust issues, build all of their relationships around respect and their belief that everything in the world is about the power. They never talk about their feelings, never share their problems, preferring to deal with everything on their own. They both proved to be great leaders, always tend to do everything „their way“ and both never did something they didn’t agree with.
Wouldn’t you think that it‘d be a great reason for a conflict? Wouldn’t you think that it‘d inevitably lead to a destructive collision?
And yet, it never does. Derek settles into submissive position willingly, because of how much he respects Hotch. He wants Aaron to be the boss, and, dare I say, he wouldn’t want it to be anyone else. If it was not him, Morgan would take the leader position, not because he wants it, but because he would hate to submit to anyone else. It’s not a blind devotion, he just knows that Hotch sees him as an equal. Derek is the one who talks most freely to Hotch, maybe besides Rossi. He can voice all of his concerns, disapprovals, and Hotch will listen to him. They almost never have issues and when they do it’s always because of the fact that they’re too alike. It’s always some variation of „You ask me why didn’t I tell you? And do you ever share anything at all?“
And can we all acknowledge how deeply Morgan care for Hotch?? Bro would die for his boss and I don’t think you can even call them friends. They interact strictly during work hours and yet their bond is so strong, Derek is always the first one to notice Aaron‘s distress and come to him to talk about it. He knows how to comfort Aaron, when to take the lead and help the man relax a bit. And in return Hotch trusts Morgan to do a good job, to share his obligations and stand right where Aaron stands in a time of need.
Doing stupid uni work and daydreaming about hr and marital violations toxic yaoi
biting the hand that feeds you is a sex act
I think Derek and Prentiss’ relationship is so interesting and complicated, because they’re not really friends. They are siblings.
Emily is the cool older sister that you know nothing about, even though you want to. She plays with you and takes you with her to the mall, but she never shares her friends, her lovelife, her secrets, her fears. She’ll smile to you softly and laugh at your jokes and then you’ll hear her cries at night and how she argues with mom, but you won’t ever talk about it, because you know she’ll avoid every question. You want to be close to her, and you think it’s unfair she doesn’t. She always deals with everything on her own. And you get angry at her, because you think that means she doesn’t trust you. And you think she owes you the trust. You say you want to protect her, like a good brother you are. She says that she doesn’t need your protection and you get angry again. You wonder how long she’ll treat you like a kid. She hopes that you’ll always be safe and will never have to share her burden.
Derek is a younger brother who you can never learn how to talk to. Every word you say just seem to come out wrong. It’s easier to talk with strangers than with one person you see every day. So you don’t even try. You say that it’s because you couldn’t be more different, but in reality it pains you how much he grew to look like you. A loner, who hides his feelings, who seek the connection but then runs off because he’s too afraid to get hurt. You look at him and see how miserable you are. And that it was inescapable. It hurts when he judges you but you know that he does it, because he built an image of you in his head, you can never meet. You always showed him how strong and perfect you were and now when your mask is slipping, he feels like he doesn’t know you at all. And he’s probably right. You don’t quite know yourself too.
They should invent a relationship with your boss that doesn’t involve yearning, daddy issues and burning desire to be a good boy
my dog (33yo married subordinate with two kids) just bit me (stole drugs from my er) so I had to put it down (kick him out and make him go to rehab to get his job back), but it was my emotional support pet (we had a weird pschycosexual codependent relationship) and now I’m feeling down (planning my suicide trip), so should I get a new one (26yo subordinate farm boy)?
I need more of Langdon and Garcia bitchy friendship like I need air.
Garcia never really asks Frank to hang out, she just announces that she goes to the bar after her shift is over to watch soccer and drink her old fashioned loud enough for Frank to hear. And he walks five steps behind her like a creepy maniac because she hasn’t wait for him near the hospital and he feels that running for her will be even more creepy. She holds a place for him at the bar though. Frank orders Banana Daiquiri and Garcia almost goes away because „what the hell, dude, that’s embarrassing“. They watch the game and cheer for different teams just for the sake of it.
„So-o, are you dating Santos?“, — Langdon asks, finishing his second „girly“ cocktail.
„Shut up“
„Hey, I‘m just asking“, — Frank lifts his hands in defense, — „I mean, if you are, I’m sure she hates that we‘re friends“
„We‘re not friends and we’re not dating“, — Yolanda snaps but it feels more tired than angry, and definitely less playful than usual.
„But you like her“, — Frank means it as a question but it comes out like an obvious truth, — „I haven’t seen you having a soft spot for anyone before“
„That’s hardly a good thing“, — Garcia sighs.
„Why not date her?“
„Do you really imagine me having a long-term relationship?“, — the woman laughs, looking at Langdon like he‘s just said something ridiculous.
„I think you’re too afraid to try and fuck everything up“, — Frank shrugs.
„Speak for yourself, the worst husband in the whole Pennsylvania“
“I’m not!”
“Wanna talk about Robby?”
“Let’s watch the game in silence”
Fluffy prompt:
Robby has a PTSD dream about COVID and Langdon talks him through it
don’t know much about ptsd and don’t want to be inaccurate so here is just nightmares and how frank helps robby deal with them!
not exactly fluff but ughm they love eachother, does it count ??
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He needed Robby to need him, no matter how selfish it sounded. It was something that anchored him, gave him sense of purpose. He didn’t know how to function, when Robby was saying that he could deal with his problems on his own. Frank always wanted to argue that no, he actually couldn’t, he was cracking and bleeding, barely holding his ugly pieces together. And Frank could stitch him up, if the man would just let him.
That night he stayed at Robby’s. He rarely did, but his anxiety suddenly struck so much, he thought something terrible would happen if he went home now, if he left Robby on his own. He didn’t know what exactly was frightening him so much, he never really did. This stupid anxiety shit was always vague and holistic. And inescapable unless he had his pills. He tried to quit for the fifth time in a row now, so no meds, just back pain and this nasty feeling of unease.
— you should go, your wife must be worried, — Robby said, still pressing Langdon down on the bed with his hand on his stomach.
The man had this habit of making things uglier every time it felt good. Intentionally or not, he always tried to provoke guilt, when Langdon was getting too comfortable. At first Frank thought it was an attempt to hurt, humiliate him, but now he knew it was a self-sabotage.
— I texted that I’m watching football with friends, — Frank said, nuzzling man’s shoulder.
— mm, really? and who’s playing? — Robby huffed, tugging Langdon closer.
— whoever, she didn’t ask.
— she trusts you so much?
— she doesn’t trust me at all, so what’s the point in asking?
Frank fell asleep quickly, much quicker than he had been these days. He needed his meds or Robby’s hot body, wrapping around him. Or to go to therapy and change every aspect of his fucked-up life, but that one he could never afford. So Robby it was.
He woke up, when he was pushed from the bed, hitting his head against the wall. The worst kind of waking up, if you asked him. He cursed and looked around disoriented. Robby was writhing in bed, screaming loud something about intubation and lungs‘ damage and the time of death, time of death, time of death. Frank got on the bed in a second, grabbing man‘s shoulders to make him wake up. Robby tried to fight him off in his sleep but Langdon dodged him and pleaded „wake up, Robby, wake up, Michael, please“. And he did. His eyes were wide open, looking at Frank clearly in panic.
— everything is alright, it’s me, Frank, — Langdon soothed the man, lightly stroking his arms, — hey, calm down, you’re at home, there’s nothing threatening here.
Robby seemed to doubt it at first. His body still trembling and sweating like he was chased by a wild animal, but then his breathing started to slow down.
— jeez, what happened? what did you saw?
— nothing, — Robby waved off, trying to get Frank‘s hands off him.
— seriously? — Langdon didn’t move an inch, — you pushed me off the bed, because it was „nothing“?
— I did?
— hell yes.
The man averted his eyes, clearly regretting letting Frank stay the night.
— don’t try to pull it on me, — Langdon said, furrowing his brows.
— what?
— all your shit with „I’m a big strong man and no one can see how vulnerable and pathetic I am“, — Frank made a face and brushed Robby’s short wet hair from his forehead, — you know, everyone have nightmares, right?
— yes? and what do you see? a cookie monster trying to catch you? — Robby snapped, as he always did when he tried to avoid the topic.
— sometimes, — Frank mocked him, — and sometimes I see all the people turning away from me or my kids dying in a horrible accident. Does it make me weak?
Robby didn’t find what to say, so he just laid down and let Frank do the same, man’s hands still caressing his skin.
— it’s always something about the ER. Massive accidents, shootings, epidemics. I’ve worked there for so long, I have seen everything, — Robby started slowly, not looking at Frank, but clenching his fist on the hem of his t-shirt, — And I’m still seeing. There were enough cases to fill countless of nightmares, every time some new twisted variation of something I’ve been through before.
— and this time? — Langdon asked quietly, moving his head to rest on Robby’s chest.
— COVID.
— oh, yeah, good old times, — Frank huffed.
— you chose the wrong time to join us.
— there wasn’t really a choice, — he murmured, — but I did chose the right ER. it was like all the Hell broke loose back then. but there was also you.
— and what difference did it make?
Frank shifted a little, trying to get even closer than he was. They rarely spoke about something important, and he wasn’t sure if Robby really wanted him to be honest. It was in the middle of the night, though, the only time he could say something he truly meant.
— I don’t know. you just were there and it made everything bearable.
They laid there in the silence, Frank didn’t know whether his words had helped Robby, whether his presence made any difference. He hoped it did.
— there was death everywhere I looked, and you were so young and full of life, — Robby said after a while, pressing his cheek to Frank’s bed hair, — it gave me hope.
If Langdon had a tail, he would wiggle it. Robby had no doubts.
— don’t look so pleased, you were also hella annoying.
— god, you were too! — Frank laughed and rose up on his hands to look at Robby upside down with a happy glint in his eyes, — bossing around and treating me like a kid.
— you were a kid.
— I was 28 years old.
— still a kid to me, — Robby shrugged more just to tease Langdon, who always fell for all the ragebait.
Frank pinched man’s forearm and then kissed, and kissed, and kissed him, until he was sleepy again, resting peacefully on top of Robby, aimlessly drawing shapes with his hand on his stomach. It felt good to be needed.
And falling asleep with the weight of Langdon on top of his chest, not all these unbearable burden, he always carried with him, Robby thought that it felt good not to be alone.