#Gibson this is us

[froggerland]

The savior

[representative-democracy]

everyphoto of Edward Little i have saved to my computer is tragged with 'sad' or 'pathetic' in some kinda way

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+ Jopson and Gibson friendship supremacy

[vivienvalentino]

Aaron Hotchner in 10.19

[hotwritergf]

Comfort item🧸

It has been a hell of a day. Early rise and a late finish, with maybe 5 minutes worth of a lunch break in between few cigarettes stops. Getting on the jet felt like finally being able to breathe. The unsub was caught, the case cracked, justice served. That’s what you signed up for. As you open your backpack in your seat, you rummage around in the depths of your bag, a deep sense of guilt and disappointment hitting the pit of your stomach.

You pale, realising you’d left your one comfort item at home.

The whole team had one, Reid had his blanket, Morgan his headphones and JJ a book to read. Yours was rather particular and could not be replaced, your stuffed animal, but he was more than that. He is an Eeyore plushie that you’ve been inseparable with since the day you received him as a birthday gift. Over the years he’d been ripped and sewn up, every time you pretended to give him anaesthetic for his surgery. He’d been with you, through all the nights you couldn’t sleep, the nights you’d cried yourself to sleep. He’d even shared the bed with your ex boyfriends, much to their dismay.

You knew this journey home without Eeyore would be a sleepless one.

"Hi."

Hotch slips himself into the seat next to you. He notices her sitting curled up on the seat and he can't help but notice how miserable you look, curling herself into a ball to almost hide from something.

"Are you doing okay?"

He asks, keeping his voice low to not disturb the others. You whisper in response, just muttering something about being tired.

"You look it. This was a tiring case. You should get some sleep."

He looks across to the others playing cards. Reid was almost definitely cheating again he assumed, as Morgan stared across the table with eyes like daggers, Emily’s head rested on his shoulder as she laughed at the confrontation in front of her.

"They'll probably keep going for a couple more hours if you can ignore them."

You pout, Hotch would be a safe person to share this problem with. He has a child so he’s definitely seen similar conundrums, maybe Jack wasn’t as much as of a baby as you are at the grown age of 22.

“I- I can’t sleep. Not without my Eeyore.”

You mutter under your breath, praying Aaron hears it. Admitting the fact again would be too embarrassing to endure.

He chuckles lightly at her choice of sleep companion.

"And your Eeyore toy is at home?"

He looks down at you, lifting your chin up with his thumb so you look him in the eye. You nod shyly in response, slipping into a nonverbal headspace.

Aaron looks sympathetic as she nods with a frowny face, but he still can’t resist teasing you.

"Aww, you miss your stuffed animal."

He smirks, making a little teasing remark. He matches his facial expression with yours, both modelling pouty frowns. Staring into each other’s eyes, you’re not sure how you started this game of getting the other to break the act and laugh. But you were certainly losing. Your lips curl up into a smirk and you let out a soft breathy giggle, your smile growing when he smirks back.

"Lie down then, come on."

Hotchner pats his lap, offering for her to rest her head on it. He adjusts his position so he's sat more comfortably and begins to gently run his calloused fingers through her hair, gently stroking it.

“This should help you fall asleep, hm?"

You feel the breath you’ve been accidentally holding release, your shoulders fall and for the first time all day you feel calm. You practically purr under his touch, smiling up and nodding at him.

Hotch glances down fondly as his hand continues to gently run through her hair.

"Good."

He lowers his voice to a hushed whisper as to not disturb the other members of the team who are a few seats down.

"You are adorable, you know that?"

You feel your cheeks burn under your new found blush, rolling your head inwards to hide your face in his stomach. You squeal internally, realising you’re basically putty in his hands.

"Hey, what's wrong, hm?"

He questions, still keeping his voice gentle as he glances back down at her, his arms wrapped around her in a tight yet still comfortable hug.

“Nothing.. I- I miss Eeyore, but this is nice too.”

You manage to blurt out, half in nervousness and the other in honesty.

“When you get home, you can tell Eeyore all about how brave you were on your adventure without him. And you’re right, this is nice. Sweet girl, just needed to cuddle up and get a few head scratches. It’s cute you know? It’s precious. Having a comfort item, it doesn’t make you weak.”

Hotch speaks earnestly, running his fingers through your outgrown fridge and tucking the hair behind your ear.

"And I, I'll happily keep doing this as long as it keeps you sleepy. It's kind of cute how much of a baby you are and how easy it is to send you to sleep with a gentle head rub.“

Aaron’s voice sounded like silk, so soft and calming. It makes your eyelids feel heavier until they close. It can’t be that bad to take a nap on your bosses lap, can it?

[kiwriteswords]

Aaron "South Paw" Hotchner 1/?

[paintinganangel]

Ethel Cain performing Gibson Girl

[corantus]

ROCKTOBER #7 - 1966 Gibson EBSF-1250 Double Neck Guitar + Bass (with Fuzztone)

i love her. im scared of her. i don't understand her.

[ppeuppeuppeu]

taz with that "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY" in a teasing tone when mackenyu told them that he didnt feel that it was hard using swords and that he just enjoys it (very sanji of taz indeed haha and just so frickin zoro of mackenyu) and the others hyping macken up and praising him god i love them so much

also emily at the beginning of the video telling macken what we've been thinking all this time after watching the series:

and our humble swordsman:

[sojourner-between-worlds]

If you need me I'll be chewing on the fact that, yes, the other eight uses are in Exodus and are about the Tabernacle tapestries and in the New Testament our bodies are called the temple of the Lord

[andrew-rannells-mustache]

I’ve been Completely Normal about hickeygibsontozer lately and instead of writing coherent words about it I made this chart on (my interpretation of) their fucked up dynamic:

More clownery under the cut (specifically pertaining to Gibson and Tozer’s Whole Deal)

Canon Era: Billy mends Tozer’s clothes sometimes. He acts annoyed when Tozer asks him to do it but also acts annoyed when Tozer asks Armitage to do it instead so like ??? They do not interact in any capacity except to plan the mutiny but by god do they share an insane amount of Homoerotically Charged Looks™️.

Post-Rescue AU: They all live together in an incredibly tiny flat in London. They share a bare mattress and Hickey always sleeps in the middle but sometimes Billy will use his long legs to touch Tozer with his cold feet and Tozer can never tell if he’s doing it intentionally or not. When Tozer leaves for work in the mornings Billy will sometimes begrudgingly give him a little kiss on the cheek but more often than not it’s only after full on frenching hickey right in front of him. Tozer doesn’t know Billy’s last name and at this point it’s obviously too late to ask but he’s also not sure if he should call him Billy since it’s a more intimate nickname so he tries to address him by name as little as possible.

Modern AU: They text each other* to discuss Hickey when needed, Billy doesn’t put Tozer into his contacts until like a year and a half after they’ve met.

*Example of text exchange below (Tozer’s green, Gibson’s gray, the “him” in question is, of course, Hickey):

[moonluv2r]

[cherikdogfood]

“In A Different World, We Are Still Bookends Of The Same Soul”

Dear Erik...

(Shame x Starter For 10) Maybe in another life, you are a charming businessman and I'm a college student.

(The Book of Clarence x 300) Or maybe we're both warriors, facing each other as enemies in the battlefield.

(Centurion x The Lion The Witch And The Wardrobe) In another life, you're a Roman Soldier fleeing for your life, and I'm the faun you encountered amidst the snow.

(Wanted x Assassin's Creed) And maybe in another, we are members of opposing assassination groups...

(The Killer x Wanted) Perhaps in another life you are a hired killer -- and I, your next target.

(Prometheus x Victor Frankenstein) Or maybe I'm a scientist, and you, my most deadly creation.

(Children of the Dune x Prometheus) Perhaps in a different world you are an alien, and I, too, am not entirely human.

(Trespass Against Us x Submergence) Or maybe in another life, I am a spy and you are my target.

(Atonement x Steve Jobs) Perhaps in another life we meet as noblemen...

(Inglorious Basterds x Atonement) Or maybe we are both soldiers, mere pawns in the midst of a raging battle.

But at the end of the day, it doesn't matter...

Because no matter who we are...

We will always find our way back to each other...

Fall in love...

And grow old together...

[Made by cherikdogfood for #revivecherik: #2 Alternate Meetings]

[srta-ash]

sirius & veritas clothes swap!

ever since dr.ratio released i wanted to draw them together- i guess it was a good try

[pretendmynameispoetic]

The mind of an introvert is a double-edged sword.

[sanjispudding]

they have my whole heart

[hotch-girl]

AARON HOTCHER + BLOOD (PART 2/2)

CRIMINAL MINDS — 4.01 MAYHEM