#brenna gray

[dislocatedshoulders]

some paul pics before I go on my flight!! ✌️✨

we miss you paul oh my god 🙁💔

PAUL AND BRENNA OH MY GOD IM CRYING 😭🫶

♡

[slipknot-brainrot]

OUGH I CANT BELIEVE ITS BEEN 14 YEARS DUDE WE MISS YOU SO MUCH </3

[furcoveredinblood]

<3 Paul Gray smooches <3

[morgana-lefay]

Till Lindemann with Brenna Gray, Paul Gray's (Slipknot) widow @ Revolver Golden Gods 2011 (21.04.2011)

[libraryben]

[911bts]

What We Know: Season 7

7x01 - “Abandoned ‘Ships”

Writer(s): Tim Minear

Director: John J Gray

Air Date: March 14, 2024

Production Code: 701

Synopsis: Athena and Bobby set off on their honeymoon cruise, but when duty calls, their vacation is put on hold. Meanwhile, a fighter jet traps a civilian, and an unusual incident leaves a couple stuck together.

Stills: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

7x02 - "Rock the Boat"

Writer(s): Lyndsey Beaulieu & Juan Carlos Coto

Director: Brad Buecker

Air Date: March 21, 2024

Production Code: 702

Synopsis: The disastrous cruise continues when Bobby and Athena respond to the ship’s explosion, racing to aid injured passengers. Meanwhile, Hen questions her instincts in a life-taking call and grows concerned about Athena and Bobby’s whereabouts.

Stills: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

7x03 - "Capsized"

Writer(s): Lyndsey Beaulieu & Juan Carlos Coto

Director: Brad Buecker

Air Date: March 28, 2024

Production Code: 703

Synopsis: With each moment becoming critical as the ship is flipped upside down, Athena and Bobby take charge, seeking methods for rescue while navigating efforts to guide survivors to safety. Meanwhile, Hen defies protocols in her search for Bobby and Athena.

Stills: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

7x04 - "Buck, Bothered and Bewildered"

Writer(s): Andrew Meyers & Bradley Marques

Director: Chad Lowe

Air Date: April 4, 2024

Production Code: 704

Synopsis: Upon her return to shore, Athena’s son, Harry, finds himself in trouble with the law. Meanwhile, Buck grows envious as Eddie forms a close bond with someone else, and the 118 rescue a woman who’s stuck on receiving a rose at an iconic mansion.

Stills: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

7x05 - "You Don't Know Me "

Writer(s): Lyndsey Beaulieu & Taylor Wong

Director: Brenna Malloy

Air Date: April 11, 2024

Production Code: 705

Synopsis: Hen and Karen welcome a new addition to their family, while a call unfolds involving a person’s limb that’s taken on a mind of its own. Meanwhile, Eddie and Marisol take a closer look at their relationship, and Buck navigates his new feelings.

Stills: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

7x06 - "There Goes The Groom"

Writer(s): Tim Minear & Nicole Barraza Keim

Director: John J Gray

Air Date: May 2, 2024

Production Code: 706

Synopsis: After years of anticipation, Maddie and Chimney’s long-awaited wedding day arrives. However, when the groom mysteriously vanishes, the 118 races against time to ensure he doesn’t miss the most crucial day of his life.

Stills: part 1, part 2

7x07 - "Ghost of a Second Chance"

Writer(s): Taylor Wong (probably)

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Air Date: May 9, 2023

Production Code: 707

Synopsis: Maddie and Athena investigate a case surrounding an abducted mother and child as Hen and Karen learn more about Mara’s family history. Meanwhile, Eddie grapples with unresolved feelings for someone from his past.

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7x08 - "Step Nine"

Writer(s): Juan Carlos Coto & Bradley Marques

Director: John J Gray (probably)

Air Date: May 16, 2024

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7x09 - "Ashes, Ashes"

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Air Date: May 23, 2024

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7x10 - "All Fall Down"

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Air Date: May 30, 2024

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you say i killed you, haunt me then! | coriolanus snow and lucy gray baird

1. lev st. valentine // 2. clarice lispector // 3. anne carson // 4. anne carson // 5. haruki murakami // 6. richard siken // 7. unknown // 8. t.b bliss // 9. brenna twohy

[constance-mcentee]

Book Report: "Wishing on Winter"

Image Description: The cover art for Wishing on Winter by Brenna Bailey. The overall background is light blue and there are snowflakes along the top. An elderly man with gray hair and a gray beard wears a blue shirt, a long black overcoat, gray pants, and leans on a red cane. A woman with long white hair wears lavender ear muffs, a pink coat over a yellow shirt, a rainbow scarf, and black pants. She looks up lovingly at the man with both of her hands around one of his arms.

Wishing on Winter is the third book in Brenna Bailey's Juniper Creek Golden Years series. This one affected me differently than the previous two, and bisexuality is one of the main reasons.

Our main characters are both bisexual, and they struggle with just what that identity means with regards to the wider LGBTQA+ community. Matthias struggles with being a bisexual man, and Evvie struggles with not being "queer enough" because she's bi.

The book addresses bisexual stereotypes as well as fatphobia, anxiety, and depression. And I think that might be why this one was my favorite of the series so far, as those things all affect me directly.

It's so nice to read about people like me getting their Happily Ever After.

[mattmurdocksthighs]

MY OCs GENDERSWAPPED (shows)

fivel stewart as amelia thompson booboo stewart as emery thompson

elizabeth olsen as astraea collins robert pattinson as asher collins

diana silvers as celia rhodes conan gray as cillian rhodes

adelaide kane as juliet shepherd luke newton as julien shepherd

sarah gadon as lady dove harrison osterfield as lord dante

rose williams as astryn stark harry gilby as aston stark

lucy hale + mark mckenna as riley morris

leighton meester as bianca stirling ross lynch as brandon stirling

nick robinson as bradley stirling katherine langford as brenna stirling

mila kunis as marin quinn hayden christensen as martin quinn

jessica alba as tara winchester tyler hoechlin as tate scott

brenton thwaites as lucas callahan ashley benson as lucia callahan

alycia debnam-carey as celeste lucas cody christian as cristian lucas

cobie smulders as eliza moore ashton kutcher as elijah moore

stephen amell as wyatt moore brie larson as willa moore

natalia dyer as olivia cohen charlie heaton as oliver cohen

holland roden as mila carson sean berdy as miles carson

madelyn cline as rosalind lahey rudy pankow as ross lahey

boyd holbrook as alexander madden rachel mcadams as alexandria madden

rudy pankow as theo barnett madelyn cline as thea barnett

katie douglas as felicity allen matt lintz as finley allen

[fenmere]

A non-spoilery sneak peak at dragon descriptions from @girldragongizzard's second book, How to be Megnificent (to be released online fairly soon):

Brenna would be the one accompanied by a light skinned man in a straw hat, graying brown beard, and blond ponytail. Also partners, like Astraia and Caleb, only older and married with kids. Brenna looks like a really big wolf, like the Gmork from the Neverending Story, only with antlers, huge chicken feet, and her fur seems to be downy feathers. Her tail has spikes hidden in the fluff. Many scholars wouldn’t dare call her a dragon, but I know better.

These are all of the type of dragon that’s older than the word itself. The ones that got called dragons by the speakers of the word after their facts. I’m more of a classic renaissance dragon. Or one from modern fantasy. I feel almost fake here. Out of place.

And Tannis, I’m certain, is the one with the head of an eagle, the upper torso of a woman attached to where the neck would go on the body of a bear with bat wings, and a tail that looks like an octopus arm. She also has a human with her. A woman with dark skin and locs, dressed in neon pink and blue athletic gear.

Which leaves Wentin. A dragon with a “W” name that I didn’t give it. I know its pronouns because it had given them and its name on the server. Username eat_you, I’m pretty certain it’s the dragon I had nicknamed Theremin, because it can sound exactly like one. Spooky as shit if it’s the only thing making noise in the middle of the night.

Wentin is without a human and looks like a dire lion with a head that’s just a mix of all sorts of things. Its snout is as long, broad, and bulbous as that of a deinosuchus, but with lips and covered with that lion-like fur. Its eyes are forward facing and lidded, as expressive as any mammal’s, with enough cranium behind them to hold a sizeable brain. But its ears are a classic spiny finned dragon’s ears. And it has a dark brown mane of quills.

Wentin is big. Phenomenally big in comparison to the rest of us. And as I land it grins to show off its shark teeth, then opens its mouth to say, in a whiny, creaky voice, obviously using a syrinx way more expertly than I can, “Hello, Queen Meghan. Welcome to my territory. It is so good to see you in person.”

There’s no way that Wentin could fit in a building or a house. A garage, maybe, if there was no hoard in it. And I’ve no clue what it’s been eating.

[sevensoulmates]

is JCC the buddie writer?

JCC is Juan Carlos Coto, he's been a writer for most of the show's run (season 2 onward). You can check here to see the episodes he's worked on so far: https://www.tumblr.com/911bts/743248556205408256/7x02-and-7x03-were-written-and-directed-by-the?source=share

You'll see that most of these episodes have a buddie moment or are heavily centered on Buck and/or Eddie. He's not the ONLY buddie writer, but he has been responsible for a lot of them, along with Lyndsey Beaulieu, Andrew Meyers, Taylor Wong, and, of course, Tim Minear. (You can find lists of all their previous episodes on @911bts).

We also have prominent "buddie" directors coming back as well, including John J. Gray (who wrote 2x04 Stuck and directed 6x12 Recovery ((ie. Buck falls asleep on Eddie's couch)), Brenna Malloy (who directed 4x13 Suspicion aka the gayest shooting scene on the planet), and Bradley Buecker (who directed 3x02 Sink or Swim aka Buck&Chris in the tsunami, 5x02 Desperate Times aka Eddie's comphet panic attacks, and 6x10 In A Flash aka Eddie pulling Buck UP after the lightning strike and "DO MORE!").

I was telling Zee yesterday the only time Juan Carlos Coto wrote an episode that I was less than thrilled with (at least when it comes to Buck and Eddie) is 6x17 Love is in the Air. But upon rewatching several times, I changed my opinion. Love is in the Air was interesting because it put both Buck and Eddie with Random Love Interests but also at the same time very much slapped the label of "THIS IS NOT THE RIGHT ONE FOR THEM" on it. So I'mma give him the benefit of the doubt because he had to adhere to what KR & Fox wanted and it really seemed like he did his best to adhere by what his bosses wanted while still putting several fail-safes in both Bucktalia and Eddiemarisol. He gave us all the red flags with Natalia, and also very clearly spelled out that Eddie wants to date Marisol for the wrong reasons (trying to recreate his last toxic marriage with Shannon, dating her just cuz she's there, and still feeling pressured to date in general). Man said I can't save this trainwreck of an almost-series finale, but the least I can do is give these characters fail-safes so the fans know these aren't their endgames even though it might SEEM like it.

Now, back under Tim, and with (hopefully) the green light from ABC, I'm thinking the writers/directors for season 7 can go absolutely apeshit on the buddie scenes. Maybe even sprinkle in a lil canon buddie just as a treat because we've all been such patient baby birds waiting for mama bird's backwash, ya know?

[micrathene-w]

Like many other Simblrs I have gotten slightly distracted by Horse Ranch. 😅 I made Dove Lapahie (right) immediately after the Gutierrez Family, then added Brenna Dullahan (left) and a dark gray mustang named Smoke for Dove. (Brenna is a Spellcaster; I don't even know why except that I have fun playing them.) They're good friends and hopefully soon to be more than friends, and both becoming good friends with Smoke.

They're fun to play while I figure out the new game mechanics of riding and ranching; I'd like Dove to enter some riding competitions eventually; maybe somewhere down the line the ladies will have a Science Baby together?

I WILL get back to the LZC on my next days off, but Diana's house is A Bit Much to deal with after a full day of work. :/

[themetaphorgirl]

downpour and devotion

this was written for Brenna!!! @aswallowssong loves Hotch things, so I wrote a Hotch thing. also with a lot of Wonder Twins chaos.

the working title for this was just sad baby Hotch. also I’m sure something in here needed to be italicized and I missed it.

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The rain was relentless. It started the night before as the sun went down, it rained steadily till morning, and by the time they needed to walk across to campus for breakfast they had to wade through puddles while they were pelted by the storm. And it only got worse as the day went on, the sky staying gray and gloomy while the wind blew icy cold rain in heavy sheets. 

Hotch was over it. His shoes were soaked through within minutes of walking outside, his jacket never didn’t have enough time to dry during classes before he had to walk across campus for the next one,  and he’d given JJ his umbrella when hers broke on the way out of chapel. 

By the time classes were over he was freezing and his blazer and shirt were both wet. All he wanted was to go back to his room and change. But first he had to get all the way back to Lincoln House, and he had to drag the younger kids back with him. 

JJ and Penelope hovered under the edge of the roof, staring anxiously across the half-flooded lawn as water sluiced over their heads to the ground. “We should probably just make a run for it,” JJ said glumly. 

“Oh, no, I don’t want to run through this,” Penelope said. “With my luck, I’ll trip and knock myself unconscious.”

Hotch zipped up his backpack. It wasn’t going to do much good, the contents were soaked. “Please don’t run, just walk safely,” he said. 

“Can’t I just stay here in the library with Alex?” Spencer asked. He kept fidgeting, pressing himself against Hotch’s side to stay hidden from the rain. “Maybe when she leaves the rain will be done. I can just come back with her.”

“It’s senior study in the library,” Hotch explained patiently for the third time that afternoon. “You can’t go.”

Spencer’s lower lip wobbled. “I don’t want to go back in the rain,” he said. 

“Yeah, I know,” Hotch said. He couldn’t blame Spencer for being in such a bad mood; he was wearing his raincoat but any part of him not covered was drenched. “But we might as well go now and get it over with.”

JJ opened up the umbrella she’d borrowed from him. “Come on, Pen,” she said. 

“If we must,” Penelope groaned, pulling her hood over her head. 

The two of them took off into the rain, splashing though the half drowned grass. Hotch took Spencer’s backpack and slung it over his shoulder. “Come on, Bug, let’s go,” he said. “It’ll suck, but we have to.”

He took Spencer’s hand and tugged him out from under the overhang. Rain immediately pelted him, sharp and cold and stinging. He could barely see, but he dragged Spencer along behind him. The wind kept blowing the hood of Spencer’s raincoat back and dripping water down the back of his neck. 

Lightning flashed, and Hotch braced himself for the crack of thunder. It was still louder than he expected and he jumped. Spencer shrieked, gripping his hand so hard his knuckles turned white. 

“I know, I know, I know,” Hotch said, picking up his pace. “We’re almost there. Please don’t give me facts about deaths due to lightning strikes.”

If it wasn’t raining so hard he would have picked him up and carried him, but he was afraid of dropping him. He pulled Spencer along behind him the rest of the way to Lincoln House, fumbling for his keys in his pants pocket. 

His key fob beeped but the door wouldn’t open, even when he tried the trick with the doorknob. Spencer grabbed onto the hem of his blazer, trying to hide from the rain. On the third attempt the door finally popped open and they stumbled inside. 

“Sorry, the door’s broken,” Walker said. “I told Gideon but I don’t think he’s called maintenance yet.”

Hotch tried to catch his breath, pushing his dripping hair out of his face. “Have you called in the heat? It’s freezing in here,” he said. 

Walker shrugged. “That’s just Lincoln House for you, it’s always drafty in this damn lobby,” he said. “Speaking of which, can you please take lobby duty? I forgot about senior study and I’ve really got to go. I’ll make it up to you, I swear, I’ll do all your lobby duty hours for the rest of the month.”

There was a puddle forming around his shoes and Spencer’s as water ran off their clothes. Hotch bit back a sigh. “Give me like fifteen minutes and I’ll be right back,” he said.

“Oh, yeah, your little brother looks like a drowned rat,” Walker said. “Yeah, just come back as soon as you can.”

Hotch took Spencer’s hand again. His little fingers were ice cold and clammy. “Let’s get you warmed up, okay?” he said. 

It was a slow trudge up to the seventh floor. He texted Penelope as they walked- if he was going to get called down to lobby duty, someone would have to keep an eye on Spencer for him. 

He nudged his door open with his hip and tossed their wet backpacks on the floor. “All right, kiddo, we made it,” he said. 

Spencer shivered; his wet hair was plastered to his temples and water ran down his cheeks. “I’m cold,” he said. 

Hotch knelt down to unzip his raincoat and slide it off his arms. “Go change your clothes,” he said. “You need to warm up.”

“But I-“

“Go,” he said firmly. Spencer was fully drenched under his raincoat, his uniform sticking to his thin body. “I’ll text Penelope and ask her to make you some hot chocolate.”

Spencer stuck out his lower lip in a pout, but obeyed reluctantly. Hotch peeled off his soaked jacket and hung it up with Spencer’s to dry out. He paused for a second, trying to assess if he’d missed something, but there wasn’t time. He only stayed long enough to text JJ and Penelope to check on Spencer for him as he jogged down the stairs. 

Walker hovered anxiously at the desk, his coat already on and his backpack on his shoulders. “Thank you so much, dude, I owe you,” he said as he pulled his hood over his head. “I’ll run back here the second it’s over.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about it,” Hotch said. 

Walker wrestled the door open, blasting freezing air and icy rain into the already drafty lobby. “Hopefully maintenance will fix the door soon,” he called before he ran outside into the storm. 

Hotch settled down at the desk, but he realized pretty quickly what he’d forgotten. If there hadn’t been time to change clothes, he should have at least grabbed a dry jacket. Every time a Lincoln House student tried to wrestle with the door he had to get up, yank it open, and stand there in the wet cold until they made it inside.

He also regretted not grabbing a phone charger. By the time it dawned on him to text the girls and ask one of them to run a jacket down to the lobby, his battery was completely drained. He checked the desk drawers for a spare charger, but no luck. 

But it would be fine. He just had to tough it out for an hour or two. 

—————

Alex clung to James’s hand as they walked down the path towards Lincoln House. The sun has long since set and the rain made the cobblestone paths slick under her shoes. She pulled her hood farther over her head. “When is it supposed to stop storming?” she asked. 

“Not till the end of the week at least,” James said. “Although if it gets much colder we might get snow.”

Alex huffed in annoyance, lifting her damp hair off her forehead. “I hope not,” she said. “But god, I’m freezing. Think we can convince Penelope to make hot chocolate?”

“She’s probably already made some,” James said. 

Alex pulled her key fob out of her coat pocket and held it up to the digital lock, but even though it flashed green, it didn’t open. She tried it again and James pulled hard on the handle, but the door refused to budge. 

Just before she tried again, the door wrenched open. “Hi,” Hotch said. “Sorry, the door’s broken.”

They stepped inside and Alex pushed her hood back. “Thank god,” she sighed. “Yikes, I think it’s colder in here than it is outside.”

“Heat’s b-broken too,” Hotch said. 

Alex turned around to get a good look at him. “Oh my god,” she said. “Are you okay?”

Hotch’s face was so pale he looked gray; his hair and clothes were soaked and his teeth were chattering. “Can you ch-check on the kids?” he asked. His voice sounded thick and hoarse, and his eyes were glassy. “My phone died and they’ve been up there alone for t-two hours.”

Janes took him by the arm. “You need to lie down,” he said. 

“I can’t leave,” Hotch said, trying to pull his arm away. “I’m watching the desk.”

James looked over at Alex. “I’ll watch the desk while James gets you upstairs,” she said. “And then I’ll come take care of you.”

“I have to check on Spencer and the girls,” he insisted, wavering visibly. 

“Okay, we’ll check on the kids first,” James said, adjusting his grip on Hotch. “Come on,  champ.”

Alex crossed her arms and sat down at the front desk. Hotch clearly wasn’t okay, and she was already worried about what it would take to fix him. 

Every time she opened the door to let someone in she ended up pelted with cold rain. Her raincoat kept out of the worst of it, but half the time the wind would blow her hood back and spray her hair. No wonder Hotch wasn’t doing well. 

James jogged back into the lobby. “I got enough out of him to find out that he was waiting for Walker to get back,” he said. “I’ll take over for the time being, you go take care of him.”

“Is be okay?” she pressed. 

“He’s kind of out of it and I think he has a fever,” James said. “I let him check on the kids and then sent him to get changed.”

“Are the-“

“They’re fine,” James said. “Spencer still isn’t too happy about the noise from the storm, but the girls have him snuggled in their room with hot chocolate and a movie.” He kissed her forehead. “Go take care of your brother, he needs you. I’ll stay here until someone else comes in, and then I’ll take care of the babies.”

Alex unfastened her coat as she walked up to the seventh floor and draped it over her arm. She hesitated on the third floor, but she knew if she stopped to check on Spencer that he would cry when she left. 

Hotch’s door was ajar when she finally made it upstairs, but he was eerily quiet. “Hotch?” she called softly, her hand on the  doorknob, but when he didn’t answer she let herself in. 

He was sitting on the floor leaning against his dresser, his blazer hanging on his shoulders and one shoe on. “Hey,” he said, his voice thick. “I’m supposed to be watching the desk.”

“I know, James is watching until Walker gets there,” she said. She knelt beside him and pressed her hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up.”

He rubbed his eyes. “I’m okay,” he said. 

Alex untied his other shoe. “You need to take a shower and warm up,” she said. “Do you need help?”

He didn’t answer, but he pulled and tugged at his blazer until it fell off his shoulders. His white button up shirt was nearly translucent with water. He started to fumble with the buttons, but his fingers were visibly shaking and she silently started to do it for him. “Your hands are like ice,” she said. 

He scowled. “I told you, I’m okay,” he said. He dragged his hand over his face. “I’ll take a shower, and then…and then I’m going to check on Spencer.”

“Sure,” she said warily. “Do you need my help?”

Hotch grabbed onto the dresser and pulled himself shakily to his feet. “No,” he said. “I don’t need help. I’ve got it.”

He stumbled towards the bathroom and closed the door behind him. Alex stayed where she was until the water started to run, and then she got up and picked up his wet blazer. 

“I got rained on too, so I’m stealing some if your clothes,” she called as she draped it over his desk chair. He didn’t answer, so she pulled one of his shirts and a pair of his joggers out of his drawers. The pants were far too long, but it was a relief to get out of her wet uniform. 

“How are you doing in there?” she called as she gathered her long damp hair into a messy bun. “I can come help if you need me.”

Still no answer. She rummaged through his drawers again in search of pajamas for him. “Hotch?” she called. She knocked lightly on the bathroom door. “I got your clothes. I’m coming in. Don’t do anything embarrassing.”

She nudged the door open. The air was was thick with warm steam and scented with the spicy clean scent of soap. “How are you doing?” she asked. She set his clothes down by the sink. “Hotch? Are you okay?” He still wasn’t answering her and she was starting to worry. She took a deep breath and slowly started to pull the shower curtain back. 

A soapy hand yanked it away. “Jesus Christ, Alexandra!” Hotch yelped. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“I kept asking you questions and you wouldn’t answer me, I thought you passed out!” she protested. 

“I’m fine, I just didn’t hear you,” he said. “I’ll be out in a second, okay? Just don’t do that again.”

“Well, answer me when I ask you questions,” she said. “And your clothes are on the counter.”

“Thanks.”

She closed the door behind her and busied herself with getting his bed ready. Luckily there were plenty of extra pillows and blankets in his closet- usually kept on hand for Spencer, but clearly Hotch needed them more. 

Hotch wandered out of the bathroom, his wet hair hanging over his eyes. “You’re in my clothes,” he said. 

“Mine were wet,” she said. “And your shirt is on backwards.”

He looked down at the tag sticking up in the front of his shirt, swore softly, and wrestled his arms out of the sleeves. “You don’t have to babysit me,” he said, his voice slightly muffled from under the shirt. “I’m fine.” He pulled it down and pushed his hair out of his eyes. “Do you know where my hoodie is? It’s fucking freezing in here.”

Alex picked it up from his desk and handed it to him. It wasn’t freezing in the room. If anything it was warm enough to feel humid, especially with the steam from the shower. “Thanks,” he said. He fumbled with the zipper for a few attempts, his hands visibly shaking, before giving it up and leaving it open. “I’m going to check on Spencer.”

Alex cleared her throat. “I don’t think so,” she said. “That’s not a very good idea.”

Thunder cracked outside and Hotch shot her a pointed look. “You know he’s freaking out right now,” he said. 

“Fine,” Alex sighed. “Put your shoes on and I’ll go with you.”

“I’m a big boy, I can go by myself.”

“I want to see Spencer too,” she said, deciding to not add and make sure you don’t die.

Hotch bent over to pick up his sneakers. “Well, I have everything under control,” he said. “I’ll go check on him and then-“

His knees buckled. Alex grabbed his arm. “What’s wrong?” she demanded. “Aaron?”

He sank down to the floor, his lips chalk white. “Dizzy,” he mumbled. 

Alex knelt down next to him and pulled to him to lean against her shoulder. “It’s okay, I’ve got you,” she said. “I’ve got you. You’re okay.”

He leaned heavily against her and stared at the ground. “Just gimme a second,” he mumbled, his words slurred. 

Alex rubbed his back, her heart pounding. “Don’t scare me like that,” she said softly. She kept rubbing his back until he breathed out a long, shuddering sigh. “I know you want to have everything under control. But you need to lie down.”

She expected him to push back, to keep faking the bravado. “Okay,” he said, still not meeting her eyes. 

She stood up carefully and hauled him up to his feet, her arm around his waist. “You got it?” she asked. 

Aaron stumbled across the room and half collapsed onto his bed, his long gangly legs dangling over the side. “I’m just going to lie down for a while,” he said. 

Alex quietly pulled at the covers until he shifted around enough to tuck him in, then dug around in his nightstand drawer. “First you spy on me in the shower, now you’re going through my shit. I’m telling James,” he said. 

She rolled her eyes. “Sit still,” she said, and she stuck the thermometer they kept for Spencer in his ear. 

“Ow!” he whined. 

“Don’t whine at me,” she said, holding onto his shoulder to keep him from squirming. “Jesus, you’re a bigger baby than the actual baby.” She checked the readout and held it out in front of him. “I was right.”

Aaron squinted at it, then looked up at her. “What’s it say? I took my contacts out.”

“It says 101.5,” she said. She touched the back of her hand to his forehead. “You’re burning up.” He scowled. “You have the immune system of a damp paper towel, and you fucked yourself up. Now will you please stay in bed and get some rest?”

“Who’s going to-“

“James is staying at the desk until Walker gets back, and then he’s going to stay with Spencer and the girls for a while,” she said. “Everything’s under control, even if it’s not under your control.”

Aaron exhaled slowly. “Fine,” he said. “I’ll let you baby me, I guess. Just for a little while.”

It wasn’t a full concession, but she had to take it. She grabbed him ibuprofen and a Gatorade and handed it to him without a word, then ran a washcloth under cold water and wrung it out. 

“Did you take it?” she asked. 

He nodded. The fever flush was starting to rise on his cheeks and the dark circles under his eyes seemed darker. “I do feel kind of shitty,” he confessed. 

Alex sat down on the bed and draped the washcloth over his forehead. “You look kind of shitty,” she said fondly. “Get some rest, okay? Sleep will help. Hopefully your fever will break by morning.”

He rubbed his eyes. “Can you-“ he started to say. “Never mind.”

“Scoot over,” she said, and he made room for her so she could lie down beside him. “I’ll keep you company for a while, okay?”

He said nothing, but he leaned into her a little. Alex took his hand, lacing his ice cold fingers between hers, and gradually his breathing began to slow down and deepen until she was sure he was asleep. 

[morgana-lefay]

Slipknot + Jay Weinberg @ 2024 Grammys (4.02.2024)

A lifetime went by in a blink of an eye...Look how grown up (and beautiful) Paul's daughter is! And she looks a lot like him. 🖤

I like that they're still (or again) taking their masks to these things (V-man and Sid's look great). Sid looks really sharp and he and Kelly seem to make a really cool and fun couple. Jay and his wife looking great too.

[911bts]

I think what realistically happened was that the bachelor call was always going to be for 7x04 but didn’t get filmed until 7x05 filming timing due to the bachelor mansion availability, Joey availability, or director availability. It’s not that deep don’t know why people are making a big deal about this lol

It would still be referred to as episode 704 if they filmed it with the intention of 704. They film out of order but they use the production codes to specify the episode. Brenna, the director of 705, flew out from Chicago to film that scene as well. John Gray wrapped up the directing stuff for 704 which wrapped like a month ago when Chad Lowe couldn't.

It's more likely of a situation of the network wanted to hype up ep 100 and/or do it as close to the Bachelor finale as they could to keep the hype alive so they moved the call. Or they just decided on the editing floor that it would work better in 100.

Nothing is final in the episode is on our screens. Things are always changing. But yeah, it is generally not that deep. It's just how this stuff goes.