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Hiver 1920, Hylewood, Canada (1/2)
Ma bien chère cousine,
Une courte lettre pour donner des nouvelles. Je n’en reviens pas à quel point vos enfants sont grands. Marc-Antoine est le portrait craché de son père, j’ai cru tantôt que c’était Constantin qui se tenait debout comme ça. Tout va bien à la maison, sauf peut-être une chose assez affreuse qui heureusement ne nous concerne pas directement : le décès du pauvre M. Simmon, le mari de Françoise ma belle-sœur. Il a été retrouvé chez lui, empoisonné. On pense qu’il s’agit d’un suicide… Cette affaire donne à parler à toutes les commères de l’île, qui accusent la pauvre Françoise tantôt d’avoir poussé son mari à la mort, tantôt de l’avoir tué elle-même. Je n’en crois rien du tout. Ils auraient fêté leurs trente cinq ans de mariage cette année, vous rendez-vous compte ?
Mes enfants aussi grandissent et je ne sais plus où donner de la tête. Je n’ai pas de photo à vous envoyer, c’est terrible, je ne pense jamais à ces choses là. Lulu a quinze ans, et lui qui a été toujours été si sage et si raisonné, il se met dans des affaires sans réfléchir, et c’est à moi d’aller présenter mes excuses pour lui. Je le sais, les gens de l’île mettent son comportement sur le compte du fait qu’il n’a pas de père pour le discipliner, mais je ne veux pas les laisser médire.dire.
Son dernier coup m’a grandement embarrassée. L’autre jour, il suivait un raton-laveur (qu’allait-il faire à suivre un raton-laveur, me demanderez-vous…) et celui-là l’a mené jusqu’au sanatorium de nos voisins, et il n’a rien trouvé de mieux à faire que de se cacher dans les fourrés pour les observer par la fenêtre. Pensez-vous… Les pensionnaires qui y séjournent ont un teint si pâle, ils ont besoin de repos, pas d’être assaillis par les curiosités mal placées d’un adolescent en mal de sensations ! Ce grand niaiseux a été surpris, et non content encore d’être réprimandé, il a doublé dans sa faute en accusant nos voisins de je ne sais quelle sorcellerie. Je lui ai dit que c’était péché d’accuser de mensonges pour distraire de sa propre faute, mais il ne veut rien entendre. J’avais si honte, je suis allée m’excuser pour lui.
#ts3#simblr#legacy challenge#history challenge#decades challenge#lebris#lebrisgen3ter#Jules Le Bris#Eugénie Bernard#Lucien Le Bris#Marie Le Bris III#Agathon Le Bris#Dolorès LeBris#Charlie Simmon#Françoise Le Bris
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Babe wake up, Bastille just released devastating new music with Biblical and mythological references, we’re entering a new Bad Blood era
#bastille#dan smith#kyle simmons#will farquarson#chris woody wood#charlie barnes#bad blood#ampersand
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I'm sorry, I know they're both cannibals and everything, but I think Alastor and Rosie are literally so sweet to Charlie in Ready For This.
Not only they were super supportive and encouraging, they also make sure to actually help her too. Even at the beginning, when Charlie was nervous, Alastor gave her his cane to use the microphone and make her feel more confident (that cane is a huge weakness of his and he still trusted her with it). And when he had to get it back, Rosie instantly gives Charlie her own cane, so she can end the song still holding one.
Look, I couldn't care less is they have second intentions with helping Charlie, they're lovely. Alastor and Rosie are besties, and they're her parents, I don't make the rules.
#hazbin alastor#alastor hazbin hotel#rosie hazbin hotel#charlie morningstar#hazbin hotel#charles simmons speaks
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Bastille & physical touch as a shared love language
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#bastille#they have the cutest friendship as a band aaa#gifset#dan smith#kyle simmons#charlie barnes#will farquarson#chris “woody” wood
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grif: locus you're not, you're not blushing right you wouldnt.. u oudnt not, sarge?
locus:
grif: please pleas eno
#rvb#red vs blue#locus#colonel sarge#samuel ortez#locus x sarge#dexter grif#sarge#grif#mine#*23#locsarge#i dont think sarge x locus has like a widespread shipname which is a crime bc i loooove them. fave locus ship after l0lix tbh#sarge is a verified bi villain- and monsterfucker you know he'd have the fattest most obvious crush on locus. locus wouldnt know it tho#bc sarge compliments him by calling him stuff like 'cold blooded bastard'. but also they'd be thee weirdest and strangely wholesome#old man couple ever. sarge does his weird sarge stuff and locus is also there. sometimes. they both crush on wash too??#grif and simmons are in miseryy. like i imagine simmons doesn't like locus in any universe and grif is so betrayed. HOW COULD U LOCUS#that charlie santa scene but it's grif asking sarge 'did you fuck locus?'#also yes of course they fuck so strange and peculiar and nasty.#they retire for the night + a minute later there's chainsaw revving sounds and slamming coming out of the room it's traumatizing honestly
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I have two wolves inside me and they are Dan and Phil; they are Ben and Leslie; they are Fitz and Simmons; they are Nick and Charlie; they are both gay; they are both trans; one speaks only lies and the other only truths; they are Thing 1 and Thing 2; they are killing each other
#phan#dan and phil#dan howell#Phil lester#parks and rec#ben and leslie#agents of shield#fitz and simmons#heartstopper#nick and charlie#gay#lgbtq#transgender#trans#lgbtpride#two wolves
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Sam and Max villains are wild
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#sam and max#technically brady culture is richard simmons but he died recently so that would feel tasteless#myra stump is more oprah but she's white so#toy mafia. my first instinct was lotso from toy story 3 but. freddy fazbear is funnier#hugh bliss looks uncannily like marshall applewhite. just needs the stache#leonard is another obvious one#meta ai fits for shambling corporate presence. a bit too well actually.#seriously considered astarion for jurgen but#given the name and his followers and being popular. yeah#i dont consider the mariachi guys villains theyre just freaks but its there to round things up#the soda poppers are little rascals im pretty sure#skunkape is just. bigfoot.#paperwaite looks a lot like lovecraft i think that ones obvious#sammunmak was a hard one i think personality wise he's like. idk#i went with tutenstein lmao#charlie ho tep is also very obvious (could also be the goosebumps dummy but. i like spamton)#and finally. maxthulhu is just stitch
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light and shadow
#bastille#kyle simmons#i waffled for a bit over whether to add in Dan and Charlie since they're in the ref but I liked it just like this#and it was Kyle's face that ultimately i had wanted to draw anyway#and hooray my white pencil crayon behaved itself and didn't break even once! unusual!#fanart
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i finally finished my wall (ignore the big ass cutout)
#scott pilgrim#johnny simmons#ice spice#lana del rey#young neil#stephen stills#ayesha nicole smith#charli xcx#billie eilish#taylor swift#jennifers body#chappell roan#sabrina carpenter#ariana grande#all these tags werent rlly needed
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Bastille Madness!
All This Bad Blood: Round 1
#bastille#dan smith#kyle simmons#chris “woody” wood#will farquarson#charlie barnes#all this bad blood#music#poll#Spotify
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Hiver 1921, Hylewood, Canada (15/15)
Avant de conclure cette lettre, ma sœur Françoise me charge de vous poser une question : y a-t-il, dans votre famille, une Liliane Le Bris, qui vivrait ou aurait vécu du côté de Meudon ? La question peut paraître incongrue, mais mais sœur serait sur une piste pour retrouver notre sœur Marie, dont nous n’avons pas de nouvelles depuis trente ans.
Je vous embrasse tous, j’espère que tout le monde se porte bien. Si je ne me trompe pas, Mme Le Bris sera centenaire cette année ? Elle nous enterrera tous…
Votre bien dévoué,
J. Le Bris
[Transcription] Françoise Simmon : Jules, j’ai une grande nouvelle ! Jules LeBris : Tout le monde en a en ce moment. Allons, tu meurs d’envie de me le dire. Françoise Simmon : Tu ironises, mais tu seras aussi excité que moi quand tu le sauras. Jules LeBris : Crache le morceau, Françoise ! Françoise Simmon : Quelle impatience ! Mais écoute donc. L’ancien associé de mon mari, Mr. Wyle, a une parente qui se trouve en ce moment en France, et qui connait de nombreux sculpteurs à Paris. Jules LeBris : Des sculpteurs ? Alors peut-être qu’ils connaissent Marie. Françoise Simmon : C’est aussi ce que je me suis dit. En demandant autour d’elle, la parente de Mr. Wyle a retrouvé des sculpteurs proches qui se souviennent avoir connu une « Le Bris » il y a trente ans, mais qui s’appelait Liliane. Françoise Simmon : Cette Liliane Le Bris aurait été installée dans une ville proche de Paris, Meudon. Jules LeBris : Liliane ? C’est le deuxième prénom de Marie ! Françoise Simmon : Exactement. Je pense que Marie utilisait un pseudonyme. Françoise Simmon : Sait-on nous avons une « Liliane Le Bris » parmi nos lointains cousins ? Jules LeBris : Je n’en ai aucune idée. Peut-être que ma femme le sait. Jules LeBris : Je le leur demanderai dans ma prochaine lettre, j’avais prévu de leur écrire de toute manière pour leur dire que je suis rentré. Françoise Simmon : Fais donc ça, et informe-moi de leur réponse dès que tu l’as. Jules LeBris : Tu pourrais le leur demander toi-même. Françoise Simmon : Je ne leur ai jamais écrit, ce serait étrange de le faire maintenant. Non, c’est le travail de l’héritier, et je te rappelle que ce rôle, on me l’a refusé. Tu en as les avantages ainsi que les corvées.
#ts3#simblr#legacy challenge#history challenge#decades challenge#lebris#lebrisgen3ter#Jules Le Bris#Eugénie Bernard#Françoise Le Bris#Charlie Simmon#Marie Le Bris II
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imagine | bau x fem!reader x legends
a/n: this takes place during ‘rusty’ where the bau deals with an unsub who believes he’s from a parallel universe. and honestly, this idea has been in my drafts since the episode aired almost 3 years ago
warnings: usual canon violence.
word count: 2.9k
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when R encounters a case where an unsub believes he’s from a parallel universe, she finds that there’s more truth to that claim than she’d like to admit
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A famous writer once said ‘we must be willing to let go of the life we planned so as to have the life that is waiting for us.’
And if that wasn’t the most apt description for your life, you didn’t know what was. Albeit the life originally planned for you didn’t exactly line up with the life you were living now, it still kept you alive. But no one in your present life knew about your former one. Hell, you’d surely be locked up on insanity claims if you ever broached the subject. Especially being surrounded by a team of psychological profilers.
But this current case was threatening to reveal your past. And you didn’t know how much longer you could keep up the lie…
You and your team were investigating the vast number of decapitations of father figures and were struggling to find a connection; only believing that the unsub was simply killing surrogates of his own father for reasons yet to be revealed. But it ended up being so much more than that.
As you continued to work the case, though you couldn’t pinpoint it, you had this lingering feeling of being watched. You’d even caught glances of familiar eyes staring at you. The more you tried to shake it off, the more foreboding the feeling became. And it had all come to a head when the BAU were looking at the victims’ bodies in the Denver police station.
Your eyes narrowed as Luke placed post-it notes of symbols next to each contusion found on the different bodies. The symbols were eerily familiar but your mind struggled to make the connection.
“They may be mathematical symbols, perhaps part of a larger expression.”
Catching the last part of Tara’s explanation, it was like a switch had gone off in your brain. You hadn’t seen this equation, or at least these characters that formed part of the equation, in several years.
Oh shit.
“Schrodinger’s equation.”
The words slipped past your lips before you could stop it.
“You’re right. They form the basis of Schrodinger’s equation.” Spencer agreed as he walked up to the board and wrote the full equation down.
Seeing the expression face-to-face, so to speak, had you fighting to keep your panic under control. Between the feeling of being watched to this case to the equation which you’d vehemently used with an old team member to perfect a certain time travelling device, you worried at how much water this case held.
“It describes the probability that a particle will behave in a certain way in a certain place in a certain time.” Spencer continued to explain.
“The wider implications of this gave rise to Everett’s ‘Many Worlds’ theory. Which is that reality is, as we know it, is only one of many possible universes.”
Almost as if on autopilot, you gave a brief insight into something which had taken up a significant amount of your time in your previous life.
You’d realised your slip when you saw your whole team looking at you, even Spencer, with confusion written on their face. Whilst they knew you were smart, when you’d taken upon this life, you deliberately omitted several details, such as your affinity for science and all things physics, specifically inter-dimensional travel.
“Oh I-uh-saw it in a tv show once.” You lied, clearing your throat in an attempt to provide yourself with some sort of a reprieve. Luckily, that came in the form of Tara, who’d jokingly referenced ‘Doctor Who’.
“Okay, so does our unsub think he’s in a parallel universe?” JJ, your partner, asked which only facilitated the pounding of your heart. More so because you’d been on edge ever since you’d taken this case than in fear of your team finding out who you really were.
The rest of the debate became muffled as you drowned out your team’s voices - too busy on finding the missing link that was the linchpin of what you were feeling than adding to the conversation.
“Hey. Hey.”
The gentle rouse of your shoulder coupled with the whispered shout of your name had you jolting as you tried to clear your mind. Blinking, you looked up from your chair to see a blonde staring down at you.
For a moment, you could have sworn it was your old captain.
But that didn’t make sense.
She couldn’t be here.
None of them could.
Shaking your head to clear the cloudiness, your eyes refocused as you looked up at JJ.
“You okay? You seem a little distracted.”
The seasoned profiler’s eyes were narrowed in concern as she tried to discern your behaviour.
“Y-yeah, I’m good. Sorry, just got a lot on my mind.”
“I’ll say. You even sounded like Spence for a moment there with all that science-y talk.” JJ joked, playfully nudging you with her shoulder.
“You know you can talk to me right? About anything?”
The previous levity in her voice was replaced with a tone of seriousness and motherly-esque concern.
Thankfully, before you could give another half-assed excuse, Emily burst through the door.
“We got another victim. Let’s go.” Your Unit Chief called after you so you followed her and Mendoza to the crime scene.
✧── ・ 。゚★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧
After you’d all collectively delivered the profile, your team, specifically you, JJ, Tara, Reid and Luke converged back in the office as you tried to predict the unsub’s next moves. Albeit, you were distracted because the nagging feeling of being watched had come back.
Canvassing the office, you looked to see if anyone was paying any particular attention to you or your team - which was when you finally locked eyes with a patrol officer. Analysing their behaviour, they didn’t carry themselves in the normal way cops did, which inherently raised further flags in your mind.
“Maybe we just need to step back and look at things differently.”
As JJ spoke, you excused yourself. Ignoring the confused protests of your team, you walked up to the officer and stopped in front of them.
“Who are you?”
The officer’s lips curved into a smile but what stuck with you was how familiar the smile was. Almost as if you’d seen it before.
“Wow, I’m offended.”
As you opened your mouth to speak, you were suddenly flanked by JJ and Tara.
“Who are you?” This time, the question was sternly repeated by JJ.
Instead of outwardly replying, the officer leaned in closer to you - unknowingly to you, they slipped something into your pocket - and whispered something that had your back straightening and the hairs on your neck standing up in revered shock.
“Hey, lil T.”
Your jaw practically dropped in shock. It was a nickname you’d not heard in almost 3 years and only one person called you that.
Charlie.
Your team members were too focused on your reaction to notice that the shapeshifter had disappeared.
Suddenly the pieces began to fall into place.
The familiar eyes you kept catching lingering on you belonged to Charlie, a notorious shapeshifter who was a member of the Legends. That likely meant that the rest of your old team was here, including your sister.
And if they were here, it meant that someone was displaced out of time or universe and, considering the nature of your current case, you’d correctly figured out that it was the unsub you were searching for. He really must be from a parallel universe. Another Earth.
But you couldn’t figure out how he got here.
Especially after the Crisis on Infinite Earths which led to the formation of Earth Prime and your eventual move to this Earth.
“Who the hell was that? Did you know them?” JJ asked, her hand on the small of your back.
Instead of replying, you were interrupted by a vibration coming out of your blazer pocket. Fishing in the pocket, you pulled out the phone and stared at the device. Answering the phone, you spoke cautiously, “Hello?”
“God, I have missed your voice!”
“Cisco?!” You whisper shouted into your phone.
Why was he randomly calling you out of the blue? Unless…oh fuck.
“I’ll be right back. I’m fine, I promise.”
Not waiting around for JJ or Tara’s reply, you walked into an empty office and began to speak freely.
“What the hell is going on, Cisco? Why is Charlie here?”
“Yeah, um, about that…”
“Let me guess, someone stole one of the extrapolators, didn’t they?”
There was a slight pause before your friend answered, “Maybe.”
“Fuck. This is not what I needed right now. How did this happen?”
Cisco then went on to explain that meta human who had once had razor sharp knives for hands had somehow broken into Star Labs and stolen the inter-dimensional travelling device.
You scoffed at his explanation, “Explains why this guy’s able to decapitate heads so easily. God, how many times have I said that you guys need better security?”
“Back up, decapitation as in heads removed from their bodies? Oh, that’s nasty.”
“It’s also my job to catch this person, Cisco. What the hell am I supposed to do?”
“Well, from what I can tell from the location tracking and mechanical data, the device is broken which is why this guy hasn’t travelled back to Earth Prime. But you’re gonna need to get that device back before you arrest him.”
“Now, how in the world do you expect me to do that?”
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After ending the call with Cisco, you knew you had to clear things up with JJ before you could follow his instructions. Dragging the latter into the empty office you’d just been in, you watched as she stared at you with her arms folded across her chest.
“Are you in some kind of trouble? Tell me I shouldn’t be worried.”
“I’m okay, JJ. Honest. I just-” you sighed, “I didn’t realise it but I know that officer. They were from my past. A long time ago.”
“And that phone call?”
“Was from an old friend I’ve not spoken to in years. It just surprised me, is all. But I promise I’m okay. Go on, use those profiling, lie detector powers on me. You’ll see.”
JJ laughed dryly before smacking you on the arm, “Shut up.”
Then she sobered and abruptly brought you in for a tight hug which you returned.
“I’m here for you, alright? You’re my family and I love you.”
“I love you too.” You replied back before smiling when she pulled away and held your face in her hands.
In the corner of your eye, you spotted Charlie in the far end of the station signalling for you to follow them.
“How about I get us some actual drinkable coffee from one of the coffee shops near by whilst we’re waiting for Garcia to come back to us?”
“Sounds like a great idea. I’ll call you if anything happens.”
Your timely suggestion was merely a ploy to get out of the station so you could meet up with the Legends like Cisco had instructed you too.
Reaching the empty alley way that Cisco had led you too, you rocked back and forth on your heels before turning when you heard the voice behind you.
“Lil T. It’s so great to see your face.”
You couldn’t help the smile that painted your face when you saw Charlie in their true form and moved to hug them.
“I still can’t believe you’re here.” You said, hugging your friend closely.
Opening your eyes, you froze when you saw two other people approaching. One of whom had tears springing to your eyes.
Pulling away from Charlie, you flung yourself into your sister’s arms as the tears fell shamelessly down your face.
“Oh my god. Zari, I never thought I’d see you again.”
“Me either. I’ve missed you so goddamn much. Are you okay?”
Your sister asked, cupping your face similarly to how JJ had done so minutes earlier.
“Better now that you’re here.” You hugged Zari again, your head resting against her neck as you tried to engrave this moment in your mind forever. Especially since you didn’t know when you’d next be able to see her again.
“What am I? Chopped liver?”
You laughed at your old Captain’s interruption and hugged her too, “Hi, Sara.”
After you’d all quickly caught up, you’d relayed what Cisco had told you causing the three of them to nod.
Grabbing your hand, Zari slipped the bracelet on your wrist, knowing you knew exactly what you needed to do.
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“We should split up.”
After your conversation with the Legends, you’d gotten a call from JJ who’d told you that they’d figured out the unsub’s identity and where he’d likely be. Which is how you ended up at the entrance of an abandoned gold mine.
Running into the mine, you weaved in and out of the tunnels trying to locate Kyle Peters. Then you heard cries and yelling which led you to the unsub and the two children he’d kidnapped. You knew your team was following closely behind you so you only had a small window of opportunity to get what you needed.
As Kyle continued to wrestle with his demons, you peered your head around the rocky man-made tunnel and used the air totem that Zari had given you to discreetly lift the broken extrapolator from his jacket pocket that was close to him and use the wind powers to let it travel to you. Grabbing it with your free hand, you pocketed it with a relieved sigh and then stepped out into the open to confront the unsub.
The rest of your team flanked you as you tried to talk the unsub down.
“Kyle, I get it. Believe me, I do. I know what it’s like to be displaced from your home, your family, from everything you know and to find yourself alone in this new world.”
“No! I have to fix it!”
You knew you had to steer the conversation to prevent any mention of the extrapolator device.
“But you have to face the truth, Kyle. These sacrifices you’ve been making won’t fix things. It won’t bring back your son. Kyle, face the truth. He’s gone. Ethan’s gone.”
You countered, keeping your voice level as your gun remained trained on the murderer.
“God, I’m so sorry.” Kyle started to cry as he dropped the axe to the ground.
Holstering your weapon, you approached the unsub and cuffed him before handing him off to another officer.
“Here you go.”
You said, handing the broken extrapolator to Sara who thanked you.
“Oh and you can take the totem back. Thanks for letting me borrow it.”
Zari stopped you by placing her hand on yours, “Keep it. We found a way a while ago to split the power in two so now we can both have one. It also means we’ll have a way to see each other. In the totem, I mean. We can be connected.”
“We’re always connected, Z.”
“You know there’s always a spot open for you if you want to come back.”
“I appreciate it but I think I’m okay here. This is my life now. And honestly, it’s a good one. We get to fight bad guys and not those with powers and stuff and we’re making a huge difference here.”
Sara nodded in bittersweet resignation.
“I’m going to miss you.”
You hugged Zari again, “I’ll miss you too. I really should be getting back but say hi to everyone back home for me, will you? And tell Cisco that I’ll kick his ass myself if he lets another one of our tech pieces get stolen again.”
“I’ll pass on the message.” Sara said as you all laughed.
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Having finished with your debriefs - and finding relief in the fact that Charlie had memory wiped Kyle’s mind so he wouldn’t reveal the extrapolator’s existence - you were on the jet back to the BAU with your team.
“All this talk about alternate realities. Who do you think you’d be in a parallel universe?” JJ asked you and Reid.
You laughed as Spencer explained why he’d be a cowboy and how the rest of the team fit into his world.
“What about you?” JJ turned to face you.
Laughing to yourself, you realised that this was the one time you could actually tell your team the truth and not worry that they would commit you.
“I would probably be a part of time travelling legends who rectify anachronisms or wrinkles in time with the help of our other Earth-bound superhero friends who fight crime. If all of that existed, of course.” You added when JJ smirked at you with a raised brow.
Her focus then shifted to the bracelet on your wrist.
“Oh hey, I didn’t see that bracelet before. It’s beautiful.”
Looking down at the totem, a soft smile appeared on your face, “It’s a family heirloom. I have one piece and my sister has the other.”
JJ reciprocated your smile as she wrapped her arm around your shoulder, allowing you to burrow into the blanket that she had draped over her.
With JJ’s cheek resting on your head as she hugged you close, you felt your heart settle.
Deep down, you knew you’d made the right choice. The Legends was your past but the BAU and this team were your future.
And there was nowhere else you’d rather be.
#criminal minds#criminal minds imagine#criminal minds x reader#jennifer jareau#jennifer x reader#jennifer jareau x reader#jennifer jareau imagine#jj x reader#tara lewis x reader#emily prentiss x reader#spencer reid x reader#luke alvez x reader#matt simmons x reader#david rossi x reader#cm x reader#legends of tomorrow x reader#legends of tomorrow#zari tomaz x reader#charlie x reader#sara lance x reader#zari tomaz#c: jennifer jareau#c: imagine#s: mine#c: legends of tomorrow#c: zari tomaz
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P. Diddy's Party photographed by James Devaney at the Envy Lounge in New York City (January 2002).
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Bastille & physical touch as a shared love language
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#bastille#they have the cutest friendship as a band aaa#gifset#dan smith#kyle simmons#charlie barnes#will farquarson#chris “woody” wood
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Charlie Dalton would 100% fuck his own clone if given the chance btw
#this came to me when I was thinking about Knarlie#they look the same#charlie dalton#dps boys#dead poets fandom#charles simmons speaks
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📸 Oli Middleton
#bastille#dan smith#kyle simmons#woody wood#will farquarson#charlie barnes#rolling stone#give me the future
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