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should i revamp emily or

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My muse is dead, and your muse is visiting their grave 3 years later. My muse walks up behind yours and says "I'm sorry". How does your muse react?

#( ask. )#laughs manically

i mean

#yes yes emily would like to find out #sevenmonthsofhell #submission

sevenmonthsofhell

His head is shaking the moment she begins to speak. God, she sounds so tired— probably a byproduct of her injury. This is bad, it’s so bad. There’s so much blood, and despite his best efforts, he can’t get it to stop. His heart breaks even more when he feels the touch of her trembling fingers against the back of his hands. This wasn’t happening. Not to Emily.

"Emily— Emily! Look at me! Eyes on me, okay? Doyle can’t hurt you anymore. You just gotta stay focused on staying awake, okay? Can you do that for me? —— WHERE IS MY MEDIC?" His sudden cry over one shoulder is falling on deaf ears; they’re still alone. The rest of the team hasn’t found them yet, let alone anyone who could actually help her. What the hell is he doing for her, anyway? She is dying in his arms. Derek’s never felt so helpless. “You’re gonna be just fine.” Words to convince himself more than her. “Just keep your eyes on me, alright? Hold on for me, Emily.”

Her eyes close, and it takes everything in her to open them again. To keep them open, to keep them focused on Derek. And, with every second feeling like an hour, she's not sure how much longer she can keep it up. She coughs, and feels the blood leak out of her mouth. Her eyelids flutter, getting heavier. And it's just like that. Just like that she realizes that she's too tired. Too tired to keep fighting the same fight over and over. Too tired to keep her eyes open. Too tired to keep breathing.

She's ready for it to be over. Ready for the pain, and sadness, and hopelessness to stop. The realization is incredibly sad, but also incredibly relieving. A weight lifts off her shoulders, and she can't find a reason that keeps her tethered to this earth any longer. Except... except for Derek. And the whole BAU team, honestly. But they're her family. They have to understand, have to understand that she can't keep going. She lets out a breath, feels a tear fall from her eye, and says, "let me go."

#sevenmonthsofhell #i'm okay

sevenmonthsofhell:

He’s not gonna make it. His arrogance refuses to accept that. If he’s wrong and something happens, he can’t be pissed off at her for running off like this and leaving him behind. And his feet, goddammit his feet are moving too slow! Emily believes she has to fight this psychopath on her own, but it doesn’t have to be like that! Why couldn’t she just let him help her?

Before the thought even finishes in his mind, he’s sliding to a stop beside a body. Ignoring the pain in his knees from the maneuvering, Morgan can only focus on her. The words that fly out of his mouth into the radio are uttered on impulse; he hasn’t the foggiest what he’s saying right now. All he can see is blood, and a bar protruding from her stomach. Bile rises up in his throat, and he tries to swallow it back as fingers attempt to apply pressure to the wound. “Emily? It’s me— it’s Morgan. You’re gonna be okay; help’s on the way— just stay with me, Baby, okay?” He’s speaking so quickly that he barely gives her time to respond, even though it’s her response he’s desperate to hear.

Her fingers are wrapping around his, her breathing shallow and wet. "Where's Doyle? ----Did you get Doyle? I almost... almost had him." She's looking around frantically, but she can't see anything. Nothing but Derek. After a moment, her eyes focus on him, and she's growing more and more tired. But she's fighting it off with all the strength she has left in her, which, admittedly, isn't very much. She can't give up, though. She knows that she can't give up. Even though, the thought is tempting. Closing her eyes and going to sleep... is tempting.

"Are you okay?" What an odd thing to ask, she thinks, seeing as she was the one laying on the ground with a block of wood sticking out of her chest. But the look on his face worries her, and she needs to focus on something besides the darkness swirling just outside her vision. She tightens her fingers around his hand, holding onto him desperately. "... I'm okay."

#sevenmonthsofhell

tetheredtoelena replied to your post:waiting for stacey to reply like

*jessie voice* prEPARE FOR TROUBLEEE

... make it double????

#tetheredtoelena #( ooc. )

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#gilbertjeremy #sevenmonthsofhell #( ooc. )

The Morning After Sentence Starters

"Get out, get out, get out, get out!"

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Why are you in my bed?"

"I'd offer you breakfast, but I think I'm too sore to move."

"So.. Was it good?"

"Who topped?"

"I thought you'd be gone by the time I woke up..."

"I should go."

"This didn't mean anything."

"We shouldn't have done this..."

"Of course I'm freaking out! You're my friend!"

"I'm guessing this was a one time thing?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know how this goes. I'll grab my clothes and get out of here."

"Good morning, hope you don't mind me borrowing your shirt.."

"I made you coffee, did you want some Aspirin?"

"This stays between us."

"Congratulations. You actually convinced me to sleep with you."

"Are you sneaking out on me?"

"So, how much for last night?"

"Holy shit! she's on her way over here right now, she/he CANNOT see you!"

"Don't answer it!"

"Do you have any idea how wrong this was?"

"We're cheaters. We're horrible people. Oh god my mother would be so ashamed of me right now."

"..Do you wanna do this again sometime, maybe?"

#( ask. )

tetheredtoelena:

morgan pulls her in to dance and she closes her eyes

#you can actually see the moment she melts into him

#( ooc. )#she loves him so much and i'm emotional

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Highlights of @pagetpaget + @shemarmoore (and @Vangsness) flirting on twitter

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No words.

#thESE TWO #bye

She doesn't completely register what happens, at first. Most of it is a blur. First, she's fighting Doyle---- and she's winning, she has the upper hand. And then---- what happens? She feels a stabbing pain in her lower chest, and it's hard to breathe. She's not sure where Doyle went, and she wants to get up, wants to chase him, but she can't move. She can't see him. The only thing she sees is stars. Bright lights sprinkled against a jet black sky. In the distance, she hears something. Voices. And a face is suddenly blurring in her vision.

"Morgan---- Doyle?"

The words are spilled out of her mouth along with trickles of blood. She feels it now. The giant block of wood sticking out of her chest. It hurts. But more than the pain, she feels cold. Like someone replaced the blood in her veins with ice. She grabs a hold of Morgan's hand, and it's so warm. She focuses her gaze on him, eyes wide. But not frightened. She's feeling everything except fear. Emily's never feared death.

#sevenmonthsofhell #it's kinda different sue me