#dontcallmedad

[hxybabygirl]

@dontcallmedad con't "Hey, now, I'm playing the exact game I'm supposed to be playing Gideon. I'm tech analyst for a reason, yes?" She asked, glancing up at him over her shoulder. "You wanted me to try and lure the unsub, and that's what I'm doing."

[prettygenius-blog1]

[ from here with @dontcallmedad ]

“besides the fact i’m at least half a dozen years younger then some the youngest people here?” spencer sits down, voice soft, it’s not sad, more resigned, “i don’t get the jokes.” he admitted, “i can profile and i can analyze and extrapolate, but it doesn’t make sense.” his voice is soft, his hands dig nails into his palms, “jj and elle say that morgan is just joking -- but it’s hard to tell, and i’m scared if i try and ask him if things are a joke he’ll like me less.”

spencer’s hands tense more, “i’m just -- worried, i’m scared if i say something, they’ll think i’m -- well, weirder then they already think i am.

[agentxrossi]

dontcallmedad replied to your post: “*quietly considers remaking Gideon's blog*”:

I sent you this and then two seconds later couldn't stop myself

I squealed, i’m not going to lie.  It happened. 

[theblindangel]

Case Files || Closed RP

Fingers pressed into the temple of Dr. Margaret Thompson, a heavy sigh escaping her lips to the old tick of the nerves of her damaged skin around her eyes flaring up again. She could have sworn she had enough sleep this week for the pain to not come up. Another night of sleep medication again tonight... The thought made Margaret cringe a little, dropping the file in her hands back to the desk to rub her tired eyes of any hint of sleep lingering in them. It was only 1:30PM...how could she be like this at that time? The crash wouldn't normally come until later... The doctor leaned back to rest her head against the head cushion of her chair, eyes closed to rest before hearing a knock on the door. "It's open," she called, eyes still closed. @dontcallmedad

[itsdctcr-blog]

♀

Send ♀ for my muses thought’s on their mother

He’s not sure if he regrets admitting her to that hospital. He feels guilty about it, locking her away, but knows her being there is better than where she’d be if he left her alone in that little house, no husband, no son, no money.  

[agentxrossi]

Dave and Jason breathing the same air space basically gives me feelings. 

[agentxrossi]

dontcallmedad answered:

“Agreed. Not even going in our reports.”

“I mean it, not even Max or Katie, we’ll never hear the end of it.” 

[runningwiththeboysx]

Late Night Phone Calls |Ivory & Gideon|

dontcallmedad   

   It had been approximately 912 days since she had been kidnapped and found by the BAU but Ivory still woke up on the occasional night in a cold sweat, seeing nothing but the inside of the cage that her mother and father had kept her in. She could still feel every touch, smell every smell. And it made her skin crawl. This night was no different.

   Shooting straight up in her bed with a cry, Ivory started to breath heavily, a cold sweat breaking out over her skin before she realized that she was safe. She was in her own hoe, her parents would never see the light of day. Everything was good. However, that didn’t stop her body from quaking and her mind from running a mile a minute. Glancing at the clock, she frowned slightly and ran a hand through her hair. It was almost two in the morning. 

   Swinging her legs over the side of her bed, Ivory got up and pulled her sheet from the bed, wrapping it around herself before walking into the living room to grab her portable phone. Hitting the zero than number two, she curled herself up on the couch and chewed at her pinkie finger nail as she listened to the phone ring. Feeling her breath catch in her throat as the phone on the other end picked up, she bit her lower lip before smiling a bit.

   “Hello, Jason?”