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Chilli, Honey and Soy Pork Belly Bites

Eating on a budget doesn’t have to boring. If you have the right store cupboard ingredients you make amazing meals at the drop of your hat and with very little spending. This recipe utilises the store cupboard spice and seasonings to make sticky pork belly bites with a bit of a kick and a bit of sweetness to create the perfect midweek meal without spending more than £3 per…

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#aberystwyth uni #budget cooking #midweek meals #student #student budget #student cooking #student life #studentlife

#escapril2022 day four. a strange behaviour.

#escapril #poetry #poet #female writers #writers and poets #growing up #growing old #creative #creative minds #poetic license

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Wattpad is just a Kindle with loads of porn

criminalmindsgonewrong

No, we can, and we choose Emily every time right lads?

criminalmindsgonewrong

I wonder, if they'd fired Lola, would we have hated Emily like we hate Seaver?

simplyjareau

Number One: We could never hate Emily, the woman is everything.

Number Two: Seaver had such potential and - personally - I love her! We were simply robbed by the writers again!

criminalmindsgonewrong

I liked Seaver too, it was just a shame that they couldn’t let her be her own character!

simplyjareau

Yessss! Let her develope as a person as she grows close to the team. Build on the fact that David is protect of her, maybe have a moment where she calls him out for being suffocating. Make a big deal out of her past!

Just don’t do all of that by making her bring up her dad every episode. It was kinda like that was all she ever spoke about.

criminalmindsgonewrong

Justice for Ashley Seaver

manicpixiedreamgirlinstem

In the good year 2020 we are done hating underdeveloped female characters and we are embracing blaming the writing instead of the character I love that for all of us

Do you know what we were robbed of? We were robbed of that moment where the team gets a phone call from one of the ranger station along the Appalachian Trail - almost a decade after they worked the case - where they are told that they have Shane Wyland in custody.

Can you imagine the relief that the team would have felt? How from the moment Emily hung up the phone she would call Morgan and Hotch and tell them the news. Imagine how the new members of the team wouldn’t quite understand the reactions, but also feel their own relief at the knowledge that he had been arrested.

WE DESERVED SOMETHING! THEY DESERVED SOMETHING!

#criminal minds #we deserved more #they deserved more #the team needed therapy after that case #im still not over it #ill never be over it #criminal minds 06x09 #criminal minds season 6 episode 9 #shane wyland #spencer reid #david rossi #derek morgan #aaron hotch hotchner #emily prentiss #penelope garcia

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!jennifer “jj” jareau pride icons! all free to use, just reblog this post if so :))

disclaimer: i know i don’t have all the pride flags, i just used the most-used ones. if you want to use a specific pride flag, dm me, and i’ll make a post full of more when i’m done w/ the rest of the bau!

gay // bisexual // lesbian

asexual // pansexual // transgender

agender // nonbinary // genderfluid

lzzyhaleofficial

I’m a musician who tours the world. I meet hundreds of people and greet thousands every day. I see the entire spectrum of skin color, sexual orientation, mental health, age, physical health, religious beliefs, and everything in between from my stage vantage point. I’ve received piles of letters from fans where they share with me their darkest secrets, their hardships and their biggest triumphs. When I raise my horns at the rock show everyone raises their horns with me as a sign of unity, respect and celebration of one another. The Rock Show doesn’t care if you’re a boy or a girl, it doesn’t care about the color of your skin, who you like to kiss, what kind of job you have, or your disability etc... We are all the SAME at the Rock Show. We need to spread that Rock Show mentality beyond the arena...into our streets...into our homes.

Think of it like a family, like if every walk of life was represented by each person in your household, all under the same roof. If a member of your family was being threatened and their life was in danger...you would rally together to support them and protect them.

Well, right now members of our Human Race Family are hurting. The Black Community needs all of our support. And that means educating yourself on the weight this country has placed on the neck of the black community since the dawn of its existence. Those roots run deep, so a day, a week or a month of solidarity is not enough to truly eradicate racism. Understand that if you are of any other skin color, that you will not fully understand the pain they are going through. You can’t possibly relate... But what you you can do is stand up for your fellow family member, and stand beside them in this final fight for equality!

And this notion of loving one another is not a political opinion or a side you choose...it is a fundamental truth. And if you don’t agree with that basic human notion that we are all inherently born with...than You are one of the bad guys. And for some of you, that isn’t Your fault. Some of you were taught by your parents to be scared of people who have a different skin color, because that’s how they were raised by their parents and so on. But the beautiful thing about learning, is that you can Unlearn. You need to take a moment and place yourself in the shoes of your fellow man. Ask yourself how would you feel if the tables were turned?

It is up to each one of us individually to find ways to inspire change now!

Use your voice.

Silence is like walking the other way when your best friend is getting beat up by a bully. Do something or say something. Even if you were raised to love one another and know you aren’t racist, there is still a bubble of privilege around you if you are white, especially if you are white and male. Recognize it, know that is indeed a fact...then ask yourself, what are you going to do about it?

Just like we do at the Rock Show, we must all unite together for change. If it’s not ALL hands on deck, change will never come, and history will be doomed to repeat itself.

This country has been tolerating a pro-bully- dinosaur mentality for far too long. It’s time to evolve.

Youth, don’t make the same mistakes your parents did. Don’t fear, hate or discriminate against people who are different from you. And parents, teach your kids not only to love but to be in awe of everyone’s differences.

Because the truth is yes, we are all independently unique but underneath all the petty differences, we are all the same. We are all born, we bleed, we love, we live, and we die. And as far as we know we only get one time around on this ride. So make it count! What did you stand for? When given the choice between spreading love or spreading hate...what did you choose?

I choose Love

I choose solidarity

I choose Hope

I choose equality

I choose peace

I choose empowerment

We can do this.

And just because some of our leaders in this country choose to ignite hate and dissonance... doesn’t mean that you have to follow them.

Our country is supposed to be Liberty and Justice For ALL. Not Liberty and Justice for “some”.

So, the most PATRIOTIC thing that you can do, is to stand up against those leaders who obviously don’t understand what “We The People” need and deserve.

Be the bigger American.

Vote them out.

Spread awareness, and seek out the truth.

I know given the circumstances over the years, voting might seem small, and perhaps hopeless. But that simply is NOT true. Never let anyone make you believe your vote doesn’t count or your voice doesn’t matter. Anyone who says that does not deserve your attention. We can’t give up! We must put all of our collective efforts into changing our leadership.

Just like in Rock n Roll... it’s Better to go all in and risk failure than to not even try!

And it’s not just about change at the White House, it’s about change everywhere, in every single state. Demand it!

We cannot just sit idly by and tolerate this any longer. The more voices that speak up and speak out, the louder we become...and the louder we become, the less the ignorant can ignore us!

I, Lzzy Hale stand with the black members of my human race family. I support you and I love you. We will fight and overcome this once and for all side by side.

And I will continue to be an ally and an advocate for change, equality, peace, and Justice for All.

With love & rock n roll,

Lzzy Hale

Paris Sunsets and DC Nights . emily prentiss . 3

Emily Prentiss x Reader

Emily introduces you to the team and you realise that she had told you as much truth as possible.

Everyone's eyes were on you as you walked towards them, Emily's hand not moving from where it rested on the small of your back. Her contact meant that you had not become so petrified under the curious gazes that you had run off. That was how you had made it through the countless phone calls with your family, Emily, or Jessica as she had been then, would hold your hand through the entire conversation. Somehow, knowing that she was there, stood in your corner, you didn't get as nervous as you had before. Since Emily, you had never hung up the phone and cried yourself to sleep with your parent's harsh words running through your head, she had made you stronger. Almost as if her strength had been contagious.

That moment was no different, four of Emily's co-workers glancing to you should have sent you running for the hills. However, for Emily you stayed, smiling towards them as much as you dared. They each looked between you curiously, but the more elaborately dressed of the group was grinning at both of you. It was as though she knew more than the rest of the team, and that worried you. You knew that Emily would never purposefully say a bad word about you, but she worked with profilers. The people before you both were trained to see hidden tells, Emily didn't have to say you broke her heart for them to know that it was true.

In the six months leading up to this moment, Emily had told you about her experience with these people. You recognised some of them from the half truths she had told you under the Paris sunsets, but there were new details and different names. However, it was clear that they were Emily's family, no matter what. She had spoken of them all with such fondness and from looking at the people you were sure you knew their names, despite never having seen their faces. Emily had practically already introduced them to you, now it was your turn.

From what she had told you about her return, you knew that her friends had known that something wasn't right when she returned to them. They were as in the dark about the events that had unfolded as they had been when they had happened, but they were aware that the woman they had known had been changed by her year in Paris. Little did they know, she had changed you as well.

Emily had refused to tell her friends about the café. To begin with, it was that it didn't make it real. If she was to share the story, then she had to accept the story. She didn't want to accept the fact that she had broken every ounce of trust you had given her, even thinking about it had caused her to become overwhelmed with an ill feeling in her stomach that would not go away. However, soon it became more than that. Once you had called her the first time, she had known that she couldn't tell them what had happened. If you were to, against all odds, return to her, she wouldn't subject you to the knowledge that she had told them only her side of that day. She respected your trust more than that.

However, against all knowledge that you had, you couldn't help but feel as though the gazes of four strangers were threatening to burn you alive. Your mind painted sharp glares onto the otherwise inviting face, screaming at you that you would judge every decision you had made since meeting Emily and possibly before them. Deep down, you knew that you were over reacting. There was no way that these people – who Emily had felt so strongly for she introduced as family – would judge you. And, even if they did, you were sure that Emily would defend you.

Emily had always defended you. Against your family when they called, she would stand up for your decision to leave the states. She had stood beside you when you had informed the police of the man who had attacked you outside of your home after he had seen you and Emily on a date, and then, when they told you that it was inevitable, she had listed statistics about the likelihood of him repeating those actions against another member of the community. Or at least, Jess had defended you in those situations. Perhaps, Emily wouldn't. Not against her friend. Maybe, their thought would make her realise how cruel your actions had been that day.

Without warning, your heart had begun to race in your chest. Attempting to keep the panic internal, you began to feel your head become light. That was when you took a conscious control of your breath, slowing the pace to the point that your head stopped prickling with heat. However, in doing this, you had involuntarily begun to pick at the skin around your nails, which Emily had noticed.

She took one of your hands in hers, stopping you from your instinctive attack on yourself. Letting out a breath, she glanced between the members of the team with a grin on her face as she explained, "This is y/n y/l/n. I met her in Paris last year."

Without thinking you waved slightly, your cheeks becoming warm with embarrassment, the action having clearly been one routed in awkwardness. Your eyes fleeted around the group, stopping at the man from the elevator – who you guessed was Spencer, given that he was doing the best at imitating your nervousness. There was something in his expression that caused you to wonder if Emily had told them about you both. Within his smile was a glint of knowing, but you also knew that there was a large chance that you were wrong. Reading expressions had never been something that you were good at, Emily on the other hand had, understandably, been an expert.

Noticing your nervousness, the slimmer and more reserved looking blonde held out her hand, "I'm JJ."

"y/n," you muttered before screwing your face up in realisation, "but you already knew that."

It was at that moment that you realised Emily hadn't let go of your hand. In fact, she had interlocked your fingers before closing the rest of the space between you both. You couldn't help but smile at the interaction, the idea that the woman still wanted to be near you surprising you so much more than anything else that could possibly occur.

"I'm just annoyed because Emily hasn't even mentioned you before." The second blonde blurted, glaring at the woman to the side of you in a way that cause you laugh slightly. "She's not said your name once, and clearly you were close in Paris."

Emily shook her head, looking at the woman as she mused, "Like you share anything about your personal lives with the team. And Morgan talking about how the girl he picked up on the weekend doesn't count."

"Excuse me," the dark-skinned man retorted, having witnessed the rest of the group chuckle at Emily's comment. "Those conversations are the highlights of your weeks."

"Keep dreaming," Emily stated, her voice thick with a humorous tone.

The man seemed to ignore her, holding out his hand for her to take, "Derek Morgan." You took his hand timidly, having had to let go of Emily's to shake it. He noticed your apprehension, taking it to mean that you had read into what Emily had said about him, "You should ignore whatever they all say, I am a man of honour. In fact, if you had any free time while youre here, I could show you some of the best sights in DC."

Both you and Emily withheld laughter at the man's comment, Emily being unable to bite her tongue, "Morgan, it's not going to work on (Y/N). You really aren't her type.”

Raising his eyebrow in disbelief, Derek grew confused as he asked, "What is your type then, pretty lady?"

"Oh, well, JJ is very much my type. So is Emily. In fact, the only person here apart from you who isn't my type is the man who I assume is Dr Reid." You explained, Derek growing shocked as you motioned the woman around you. "Oh, even Margret Thatcher is more my type than you are, and I did not intend that as an insult. Merely a fact."

Beside Derek, the eccentrically dressed blonde laughed placing her hand on his shoulder, "Hot Chocolate, give up now. From the exchange between the two, there was a lot more than friendship in Paris."

The two of you turned red at the comment, Emily more so than you. For the last half a year, Emily had explained to you how she hadn't told her co-workers that she was bisexual. The woman had never specifically hidden it, there had been moments where she had made comments that had quite clearly pointed to the fact. Yet, for Penelope to have made that assumption set Emily off balance for a moment

Glancing apologetically at Emily, you decided to change the subject. Without looking away from the brunette, you asked, "So, I only spent a year with Emily, you have spent many, are there any embarrassing stories I should hear?"

"Well, you've come to the right place." JJ laughed from across the table, causing your attention to move from the brunette beside you to the blonde whose face was filled with an amused smile.

You couldn't see, once you had fixed your gaze on JJ, but Emily was signalling for her to drop it. Before JJ could say any more, Emily had interjected, "You know, we are quite busy with paperwork at the moment. Maybe we can save story telling for later?"

"Why don't you invite her to the barbeque at Rossi's tonight, Emily?" Spencer asked, causing the team to nod in agreement. "That way we can tell her a load of stories, and you guys can share some of yours."

Emily looked towards you, a worry on her face as she asked, "Do you want to? The rest of the tea will be there as well." You nodded, smiling slightly at the concern in her voice. It was after this that she turned to the rest of the team with a grin wide on her face and declared, "That settles it then, but I am going to ask that we don't share anything too bad."

"Why not Emily? If you didn't want the story told you shouldn't have done it." You joked, causing the team to laugh the tension in your shoulders becoming lesser with every sentence spoken between you.

Emily smirked slightly, a playful glint in her eyes as she retorted, "Is that true Miss 'I have a plan to steal the Mona Lisa'? In that case I gather that there aren't any stories that you don't want me to share."

"I am not in any way responsible for anything that left my mouth while I was intoxicated." You stated, mainly to the rest of her friends who had grown confused by Emily's comment.

Shaking her head, Emily declared, "Drunk words speak sober thoughts."

The team laughed once more, becoming more familiar with the playful relationship between the two of you. They had all noticed the moment you had become comfortable, and your nervousness had almost completely disappeared. However, they also knew that you and Emily had more secrets hidden than you would ever share with them.

JJ was the first to speak after the silence that followed the laugh, "I'll go grab you a seat, we only have paperwork to do today so I'm sure Hotch won't mind if you stay here."

You smiled, taking the seat for a moment and pulling the book you had been reading on the plane out of your bag. Having only gone to the hotel to drop your things off, you hadn't thought ahead to this point. You hadn't even known how long you would be in offices, so you hadn't brought anything to pass the time as you waited for Emily. So, you decided that once you had finished the book in your hands you would simply read it again. It wouldn't be the first time you'd read it back to back, but it would be the first time that you would be seen to do it by anyone other than Emily.

Before you could read a page through the book, you had been interrupted by the blonde you assumed was Penelope. She smiled to you sweetly as she said, "They deal with a whole lot of icky stuff. Do you want to grab a coffee with me? I can then give you a not so icky tour."

"Icky stuff doesn't bother me. I am a coroner back in Paris." You explained but stood up all the same. "However, that seems like a good idea, I feel like I may get some questionable looks just sat here reading."

"Emily, you are addicted to a type of lifestyle aren't you." The blonde declared.

Smiling, Emily looked at you while she spoke to the woman, "What can I say Garcia? This woman intrigued me; my life depended on getting to know her better."

You heart floated in your chest, a smile working its way onto your face. From that moment, you knew what you had questioned for the last six months. Emily had told the truth that day. When she said that she wasn't lying when she said she loved you. That was one thing that you were sure of.

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criminalmindsgonewrong

JJ: You’re my kinda moose.

Emily: (smiles) It’s muse.

JJ: I know. I just wanted to see you smile.

ssa-lesbian

i think about this quote every single night and it drives me absolutely feral

criminalmindsgonewrong

Omg I’m crying 😭 this is incredible

I wasn’t supposed to like James ‘We-are-the police-FBI-actually-So-we're-sort-of-like-the-super-police’ Aubrey. I wasn’t supposed to like Sweet’s replacement.

But...

How can you not fall in love with that cinnamon roll! He’s musical, he never tops eating, he respects Booth enough to call him out when he’s being a bit of a dick. This man earnt my love, trust and respect.

(And yes, I am an adult who still treats fictional characters as if they are real. I have abandonment issues.)

#bones season 10 11 12 #bones on fox #agent aubrey #agent james aubrey #james aubrey #im still not over it #lime in the coconut #agent booth #doctor brennan

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