#the b a queue

[bauresurrected]

“let me stop you for a second.”

she stops pretty instantly. "yeah?" one eyebrow arches. "throw it at me."

[bauresurrected]

“If I have to bake one more cookie, I am going to scream.”

"please don't do that. and if you're going to do that, please use an indoor voice." she's not good at cooking. she knows that. she's probably worse at baking - even less of an opportunity to do it. she has to eat, but there's little time in her life where she has to bake something. "why can't these be store-bought again?"

[bauresurrected]

“my granny’s computer was garbage.” ahsoka

"we have people for that." they have plenty of people for that. all of them are good, but only one of them is the best. and most of them work from home. she should learn their names. it's just -- well, they're not garcia.

"we have one person for that. i'll get her on it."

[bauresurrected]

❛ come on. it can’t be that bad. ❜

"oh, trust me, it is. have you ever woken up and found scorpions in your house? neither have i, but i imagine it's sort of like this."

[bauresurrected]

i’ll run away.

"i really wish you wouldn't. it'll make my life so much more difficult." she gestured around to the bau. "and with everything going on, it'll make your life a lot more difficult too. i promise you that working with us is a lot easier than working against us. i say that as someone who's tried both."

[bauresurrected]

🎯 🎯 ok but to do with bea 🥺

send 🎯 for random headcanons. bonus for a guiding direction. 

🎯 - i think at the time that emily met bea, a large part of her assumed that she’d never be a mother. that her life was going to be her job and who she could help. she knows what the chances of her being able to adopt are: she’s a single woman and she’s older and she has a job. and then there’s bea. and emily doesn’t intend to adopt at first. she wants to make sure she’s okay. she wants to make sure the mistakes on her file are fixed, that she is in a home that can take care of her. but she gets more and more involved and the only way she can do those things are if bea is with her. it’s interesting because in this verse emily never tries for director of the fbi. it’s not even something on her radar. she stays at the bau, has plenty of safeguards in place for the times when emily isn’t around - and i think a lot of that involves help from the team - but it’s also a good reminder that their trips out of state are not as like ... often as they seem in the show. they don’t go out of state once a week, though there are certainly stretches that they do. there’s plenty of consulting from home, plenty of case files they assist on without leaving quantico. 

🎯 - i think it’s really interesting that the two of them tend to dress alike, and that it’s not intentional. 

🎯 - emily does get her a therapy/service dog eventually. a lot of help with that comes from luke ( who also helps with them both learning asl ). 

🎯 - emily moves from her apartment to a brownstone with a yard, both because they have a dog and so they have more room. but she makes sure she does this move either before bea comes to live with her officially or long enough after that it is not two abrupt changes at once. 

🎯 - whenever she goes on a trip she brings her back little gifts. 

[bauresurrected]

❛ You look tired. ❜

“i am tired. Honestly, I don’t think I stop being tired anymore.” 

[bauresurrected]

@luckedout / here 

she makes sure she’s in view before she signs back at him, though it might be a toss up whether or not he’s able to focus on her at the moment. if their positions were reversed, she’s not sure she’d be able to. 

“that was a nasty fall.” the look on her face is impressed, despite the sincerity behind the signs. barton might be a different breed of agent than she’s used to dealing with - he normally deals with superpowered individuals and he’s by far the only agent she’s worked with that uses a bow an arrow - but people are the same, at their core. 

she has both been the one flat on her back and the one standing next to someone who’s been thrown through a window. 

( actually, in particular: she has stood next to derek morgan after he was thrown through a window. ) 

it’s not her first time dealing with someone who doesn’t want to admit that they’re hurt, or how bad it is. not by a long shot. 

“i might need to catch my breath myself,” she signs as she finds a spot to sit that isn’t covered by sparkling shards of glass. sure, she’s exaggerating a little, but she did run down several flights of stairs to get to him at a speed that she’s sure shouldn’t be possible 

“i’m sure you know this, but if those ribs are broken, you need to breathe normally.”