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“Why should rich people pay more” because fuck ‘em

“So you are okay for paying more when you have money” I am not excluded from ‘fuck ‘em’ when relevant

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Ngl i prefer the 2016 version purple on the right.

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Emily Prentiss would love the Wednesday TV show. You will never convince me that it would not appeal to her inner teenage goth girl.

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That scene of her checking her condo, setting things up to alert her if he tries to break in while she’s sleeping, and her sleeping upright in a chair with her gun in her hand, really shows us the transition from Emily the Profiler and FBI Agent to Lauren Reynolds the Spy and Arms Dealer. We get to see her mind shift from the Agent we have seen for 4 years, into this past that we only, in hindsight, saw glimpses of.

Paget did amazing work on those episodes.

that one episode where prentiss gets spooked about doyle and sets up things around the house to let her know if someone breaks in. hmm that's so smart and hot to me. like maybe it's standard procedure but that was really sexy of her.

plus, she gets her gun out and does a sweep of the whole house and she checks over her damn car. most idiots would've called it a coincidence and then got shot and died. and yeah maybe it's her being paranoid but she's cautious. so sexy.

all of this probably pretty sad too. she shouldn't have to worry about her saftey like this. i hate how it's running her ragged. but like girl's got brains. i can apreciate that.

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Opening Tumblr on March 15th

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I need this pup to wear a CP23 AC jersey. And pics of Tobin watching soccer with the pup and explaining everything.

EVERYONE SAY HI BOBBI (too much cuteness to fit)

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I can’t find a really good story, and I am wondering if the author took it down or deleted their account.

It is a Woso story. What I remember is it was a McCabe!Reader, who was also on Arsenal, and dating Catley’s cousin (or sister?), but there was DA in the relationship, and Reader moved to Barca, and it was marked as Alexia X Reader. It was first posted in January and February.

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we've done it again folks

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I wanted to meme before the big day.

Not yet, Brutus.. not yet..

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The senate has the chance to do the funniest thing this Ides of March

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With the ides of march fast approaching we must be prepared

Please reblog to make sure is equipped!

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Girls will be boys

Boys will be girls

Fascists will 💖 be shot💖

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People who think sheep are killed for their wool are so hilarious to me. Does your barber slit your throat whenever you get a haircut?? Are you a returning customer to Sweeney Todd? Lmao it grows back, fools.

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accidental hard launch | kyra cooney-cross

You should have double-checked. Triple-checked. It was a habit, usually a necessity because your anxiety made you overthink things like this. 

Privacy was important to you, especially when it came to your relationship with Kyra. You weren’t ashamed, not at all, but keeping it just yours felt safer, less overwhelming.

But somehow, you’d messed up.

The realisation didn’t hit until your phone started buzzing on the table beside you, interrupting the mindless Netflix episode playing in the background. At first, you ignored it, assuming it was just the usual team group chat chaos. 

Then came a second buzz. 

A third. 

Then your phone started going off in rapid succession, messages piling up so fast that the screen barely had time to go dark between notifications.

Frowning, you picked it up.

Your stomach flipped, dread creeping in as you switched to Instagram.

There it was.

The photo you’d meant to post on your private account, the one with barely thirty followers, all trusted friends, was instead sitting proudly on your main feed. Public. For all of your followers to see.

Your heart started to pound in your chest.

It was an innocent enough picture. It was an old one from your first holiday as a couple that summer and she was on the beach chair next to you. You’d tried to take a photo of her but instead, she reached over and decided to pepper kisses all over your hand. 

And the caption? Oh, the caption made it worse.

You stared, horrified, as the likes and comments continued to flood in. Fans, teammates, and even journalists speculating. Your worst nightmare was unfolding in real-time.

A noise from the kitchen snapped you out of it. Kyra.

Completely oblivious.

You scrambled off the couch, phone gripped tightly in your hand as you rushed toward her. “Kyra,” you blurted, voice tight with panic.

She turned around with a spoon in her mouth, eyebrows raised. “Yeah?”

You held up your phone. “I posted it.”

She blinked. “Yeah, I know. I saw it when you took it.”

“No, Kyra.” You inhaled sharply, pulse racing. “I posted it on my main account.”

For a moment, there was silence. Then—

“Oh, sick.”

You gawked at her. “Sick? Is that all you have to say? Sick?”

She grinned, setting the spoon down. “Yeah! I mean, I kinda figured we’d get caught eventually. Might as well rip the band-aid off, eh?”

Your stomach twisted, hands gripping your phone tighter. “Kyra, I didn’t want—” Your voice cracked. “I didn’t want it to be like this.”

Her expression faltered, the teasing glint in her eyes softening as she took a step toward you. “Babe…”

You felt your chest tightening, breathing shallow. The anxiety was creeping in, clawing up your spine, squeezing your lungs. Kyra noticed immediately, of course, she did. She always did.

“Hey, hey, c’mere,” she murmured, gently prying the phone from your grip and setting it on the counter. Her arms wrapped around you, warm and grounding, as she pulled you into her chest. “It’s okay. I promise it’s okay.”

Your fingers curled into the fabric of her hoodie. “But what if—”

“Nah,” she interrupted softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “No ‘what ifs.’ We’ll handle it. Together.”

You swallowed, squeezing your eyes shut. You weren’t convinced yet, not entirely. After a moment, she spoke again, voice still light but careful. “And, you know… at least the picture’s cute.”

Despite yourself, a small, shaky laugh escaped. “It is, isn’t it?”

She pulled back just enough to grin down at you. “Hell yeah, it is. I look hot.”

You rolled your eyes, exhaling slowly. Kyra rocked you slightly in her arms, her chin resting atop your head as she rubbed slow circles into your back. The tension in your shoulders hadn’t fully eased, but the weight of her touch made it a little easier to breathe.

“Y’know,” she started, her voice laced with amusement, “People love us, bet the comments are great.”

You groaned, pulling back just enough to glare at her. “Kyra—”

“What?” She held her hands up in mock innocence. “I’m just saying, we might be the internet’s new favourite couple. Beat Beth and Viv!”

Your phone was still buzzing somewhere behind her, a constant reminder that this was very much not something you could just ignore. Your private life, something you’d worked so hard to keep yours, was now out in the open. 

There was no taking it back.

Kyra must’ve noticed the way your lips pressed into a tight line, how your fingers twitched at your sides. Her teasing softened into something gentler. “Okay, babe, look at me.”

You did, hesitantly, and found nothing but warmth in her gaze.

“You don’t have to deal with this alone,” she reassured you. “We’ll turn off your notifications, get off social media for a bit. We’ll make some tea, watch something other than that depressing documentary you love—”

“Hey,” you muttered weakly, but she just smirked.

“—and if you want, we can put out a little statement or whatever. Make it clear this is our relationship to share and we’ll do things in our own time.”

You exhaled slowly. “And if I don’t want to say anything?”

“Then we don’t,” she said easily. “It’s up to you, always.”

That was the thing about Kyra. She joked, teased, and never took much seriously but she always took you seriously.

Then Kyra grinned. “But if we do say something, I think we should go big. Like, a full-on announcement video. I can be like—” She widened her eyes dramatically, clutching her chest. “‘Guys, the love of my life just revealed us to the world, and I couldn’t be happier. Please respect our privacy during this beautiful time—’”

You smacked her arm, but there was no real force behind it. “You’re so annoying.”

“You love it.”

You huffed, shaking your head, but the small smile tugging at your lips gave you away. “I really don’t.”

“Liar.”

“Fine, okay I do love it.” You sighed, wrapping your arms around her neck before placing a kiss on her lips. 

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