#c;jj

[angelacuna]

   Even a month ago Angel thought that he wouldn’t have ended up here like this. If anything he would assume that the undercroft would be his home forever. Now, he was here, a few sandwiches tucked into a bag. He knew Hadrian wouldn’t miss the items he had used to make the sandwiches, simply assuming that Angel had ate more than usual.

    Though that was generally not the truth-- he still had a hard time wrapping his head around the idea of three larger meals a day. Decades of starvations had left him with habits he couldn’t quit.

   Approaching the other, he crouched down and offered a soft smile. “Would you like a sandwich?” He held one out, “It’s peanut butter and jelly. Apple jelly. Did you know they make that?” Truthfully, the slave had never had a PB&J until just recently and was fascinated with the item.

@krovsxjeremiah​

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hey, spence! first piece for the birthday boy!

did you know she’s the only person in the whole world who calls me ‘spence’?

spencer reid [+friends] mood board [005 / ?]

ft. @jcreaus

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actually... || jj & spencer

@jcreaus

spencer had fallen asleep after their excursion, and was awake long before five-thirty am. around 5:23am to be exact. he laid in bed, beside her, brain still trying to process everything. he had stayed up an hour or two after it was over, reading a bit, but eventually allowed himself some sleep. he glanced over at jj, then back up at the ceiling. his brain was struggling to process this all. it just--didn’t seam real to him. not yet, anyway. he’d been hit by a bit of guilt (okay, a lot of guilt), but he was keeping it hidden. he didn’t want jj to feel bad because he did. 

he propped himself up against the backboard, closing his eyes and sighing, softly. he glanced down at her, moving  hand to brush over her hair, gently.

[spcnccr-archive-blog]

will you marry me!!!

send me “will you marry me?” and i’ll generate a number from 1-30 to see how my muse responds.

{15}

“asking me that will not get you out of this!” spencer argued, sighing after a moment, giving up, and smiling, “but--maybe. probably not. but maybe...eventually.”

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northern downpour // jj & spencer

@jcreaus

it was early when spencer woke up. the opening of his eyes was followed by the kind of consciousness shift that you become acutely aware of when you realize that there is someone real and warm beside you. one look at the blonde hair brought back everything from last night. spencer slid out of bed as quietly as possible, moving to the closet, picking out some clothes and heading to the bathroom.

a quick shower was done and gone and he was buttoning his shirt when he left the bathroom. jj. the thought of her wouldn’t leave his brain. jj--she’d liked him, at some point. she’s liked him. but, now? she was married. she was gone and out of his reach. not that she was ever within it to begin with. he hesitated in retreating back to the bedroom, but did so anyway, pausing before entering, eyes canning the room, before the fell on the bed.

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jj or jessica? or are you gonna forever love a dead girl?

“first of all...i don’t see how or who i like is any of your business. second of all, at the moment? neither.”

“jj is my bestfriend. she’s also married. separated, but still married. she’s amazing. and i like her, a lot. at one point i did love her...i might still. but there’s a key part your forgetting here--she’s married. an alternate universe doesn’t change that. i’ve known jj fourteen years. she’s a wonderful, beautiful, confident woman. i care deeply for her and her well being -- i also feel you need reminded that she is my coworker and teammate.”

“jessica is amazing. she’s wity, and easy to talk to. but she also has baggage. and i don’t think i can date her with the current state of things (emotionally or universally). i don’t think she is ready for a relationship. not to mention, we are on a very unstable timeline. any moment we could vanish and never see each other again. i’m not dealing with that.”

“have you ever lost someone? have you ever lost someone you cared about so much? have you ever been so lost after their death you locked yourself in your apartment for two weeks and never picked up your phone? i don’t think you have. because if you did, or even had a shred of empathy, you’d realize that i love maeve. love. not loved. love implying a present and a future. i do love and i will love her. i will always love maeve. but, i also recognize she’s not coming back. she’s not going to walk back into my life, out of the blue one day like emily.”

“i love her, i’ll always love her. but, that doesn’t mean i can’t love someone else.”

[orbsandfredrick]

@jjxmarcus  Fredrick had been busy, he was working, going to meetings he had with the elders, and also taking care of the place while Asher and Emma were away. He made his way to her work, he took a seat in the section she was in and he smiled over at her, waiting for her to notice him,

[mirimzoeira]

mik: YOU PUNCHED ME AND ALMOST BROKE MY FOOT

jj: