made some gifs with shots I really like :)

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made some gifs with shots I really like :)
Melanie Martinez 🗽♥️Are we ready world 1 2 3 Free Palestine
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Anything with my darling (Haley) or my darlings (the twins. BONUS if it’s baby twins)!
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some haley for you!!!
working title: hard stop timeline: march 2008
“Well, hello, you. Let me guess—Aaron can’t see Jack tonight?”
“Hey, Haley,” you say brightly, and step a little to the side. “I promise I’m not calling to tell you we have a case. We’re just—well, uh, your almost-ex-husband and I are trapped in an elevator.”
There’s a pause on the other end, then a laugh. “That’s the worst excuse you two have come up with so far.”
You grin and glance at Hotch. He raises a brow, arms crossed. “No really,” you say. “We’re literally stuck. Mid-floor. Somewhere between civilization and the seocnd-floor coffee machine.”
There’s another chuckle, then, “Uh huh. Send proof.”
You aim your phone at Hotch—who does not look thrilled—and snap a photo. It’s grainy, dimly lit, and extremely unfortunate, which makes it perfect.
“I’ll send it when we hang up.”
“Alright,” she says lightly, “If you’re rescued before seven, he’ll make it before Jack goes down.”
“You got it.”
“Mhm.” You can hear her smile. “Good luck. Try not to eat each other. He doesn’t taste very good.”
You roll your eyes. “Goodnight, Hales.”
thought of u
Wahhhhhh !! Hi darlin!! Did you get to see it at lff ??
7am wednesday activities
gnc women i love you
13 + Q + pig with valewis
hi kissing u on the mouth
13. “i say this with all the love in my heart, but you look like shit.” + Q. love + 𓃟. the lush, indulgent foyer of a member’s only club
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The FIA gala is boring. It always is. And it's always fucking cold in there, and his stylist saw fit to put him in something gauzy and chiffon-y and fucking thin. So he did the only thing that made sense; he slipped out, and is now loitering outside the hall, trying to warm himself up.
"Oh, you're here too."
He looks up to find Valtteri walking towards him, grinning. "Hi," he says, arms crossed across his chest to keep himself warm.
"Hello, Lewis." He gives him a long, leisurely look. "Saw you leaving, so I thought I would too. And — I say this with all the love in my heart, but you look like shit."
Lewis laughs at that. "I know," he says. "One of the pins in the outfit came loose, I tried to fix it in the bathroom, but I think I made it worse, man. And I'm cold."
"Well, I can help with one of those things," Valtteri says, and before Lewis can process it, he's taking off his suit jacket and draping it over Lewis's shoulders. "There. Better?"
"Oh." It's warm. It also smells really nice. "Yeah," he says, unfolding one arm so he can wrap the jacket closed. "Thanks."
"No problem, Lewis." Valtteri smiles, and then gives him another long look, his eyes stopping at the collar of Lewis's shirt where the material is gathered untidily near his chest, pinned badly by Lewis in an attempt to fix it. "That, I cannot help with though," he adds, and the darkness in his eyes makes Lewis shiver a little.
"No?" he says, almost without thinking. "You sure?"
Valtteri looks up at him, surprised.
"I mean, it's a very loose pin," Lewis says, and now his heart is beating loudly, blood rushing in his ears. "Could come off easily."
Valtteri's eyes slip down to it, and then back up to Lewis. "It could," he agrees. "Maybe we should... take a closer look. See if anything can be done."
"We should," Lewis says, and now his body is so hot he cannot imagine he had been freezing a minute ago. "Bathroom's over there."
"Lead the way, then," says Valtteri, and his hand rests heavy and reassuring on the small of Lewis's back, and Lewis wants.
"I am so normal. put me around the only other lgbt person i've met or spoken to all year. I can totally be trusted to keep a normal platonic friendship with this person and also not to punish them for existing and not fucking dating me at the same time. codependency and manipulation what's that? i am entirely emotionally mature trust me"
every fucking time i try to make friends with any other lgbt person IRL. never fails.
these people are like incels who believe in "the friend zone" or something
like i get it. i was also once in that position, and followed the pitfall of imagining that i had real feelings, just because they existed. but i was also literally 19/20, and outgrew it. you are many years upwards of that, and haven't even tried to.
older straight women will try to warn you! and they will be right!! lol!