#rosesblueviolets

[luvervinyl]

i changed my pronouns like a month ago maybe?? liberating.

also what a coincidence! literally just made coffee! i don’t know why, caffeine doesn’t affect me (😔) but it’s delicious. what do you order??

omg yay she/they gang rise up 😼 

nice 😌 it doesn't affect me either 🤘😔 and yes v much so hehe I got an venti iced vanilla latte blonde roast // light ice 🤘

[qvid-pro-qvo]

oh my god the martian????? an incredible movie. i love it.

eva YES

i LOVE the martian i LOVE mark watney i LOVE the whole crew i just - i sit and i watch that movie and it makes me so happy. i named my first car matt damon for reference as to how much that man himself influences me on his own but that man in SPACE doing BOTANY and being A GOOD MAN i could cry

i could cry i might watch that movie right now

[morgana-pendragon]

going to need you to stop posting about lena because i am slowly and surely falling in love with her

that’s the whole point <3 i’m bringing all of you into the light

[duchesschameleon]

first of all you can sing?? absolutely and utterly jealous.

second of all, words fail from DEH (dear evan hansen) is such a good song, i’d love to hear you sing it!! <3

yesss I sing!! I was in chorus from 5th grade til my sophomore year of college (so about 10 years if I’m doing math correctly) and I did 7 years of musical theater! I actually almost applied to college for music education!

words fail is a pretty song! I’ll learn it!!

[winterscaptain]

three harry potter books??? going for the whole series to create the superior 7 novel series?

u know?? i just might.

[orlagartlands]

happy valentine’s day!

happy valentine’s day, eva!!

[alexandrablake]

rosesblueviolets -- > alexandrablake

my hands are shaking and that is rude

old pinned post

[morepeachyogurt]

Dr. Tara Lewis in 13x6 The Bunker

Taglist- @morciaa @jordantodds @criminalmindsvibez @haleymalaffey @ssa-lukealvez @heathridgemanor @criminalmindzz2 @rosesonmyheart @ssaemxlyprentxss @ssajelle @joodeduarte @cloudy-reid @rosesblueviolets

[luvervinyl]

if i send a ton, would you be okay with that? there’s a lot of options here. first-😒(pet peeve)

if 100% be chill w that bc I'm bored out of my mind rn <3 

I have so many like a top one for me is probably people making unnecessary noise LMAO 🤘😔 

[jemelle]

it's always compliment celie day! we're all just super active rn so it's super concentrated

well, i’ll certainly take it!

[qvid-pro-qvo]

nah, baby, we bringing this to the asks. you said no comments but i've got a few. there's no way that you're saying its better than three musketeers. my brain simply refuses to comprehend.

i am and i won’t back down 

the way the music from 12 dancing princesses lives in my head on repeat.......... derek and genevieve............ the SISTERS TEAMING UP AT THE END TO PROTECT THEIR HOME..........

[morgana-pendragon]

11, 24, and 25 for the cute questions! (also, how are you today?)

11. write ten words to describe your personality.

shy, kind, annoying, distracted, anxious, anything else along those lines i guess i’m bad at describing myself

24. come up with a name for a crayon!

ummmm denim? lol i’m not sure how to do that

25. describe your year so far with a gif.

i’m doing pretty okay today! how are you?

[duchesschameleon]

coral, lavender, and brown, babeyy

coral: I think you are swell. I refuse to elaborate, I just think you are swell lavender: hey do you wanna go to denny’s? brown: you’re funny but i’m assuming that’s the mental illness

you’re pretty swell too Eva :) and I will always be down for Denny’s

tell me how you feel about me (og post)

[sapphiics]

CONGRATS BABES!!! Can I get a spring moodboard bc that SAD got me down, and then CYMA as CM of course, and the moot ones? LOVE YOU! 💖✨

thank you elle!!! I love you so much

👷‍♀️- moodboard

here is your spring one!

💂‍♀️- cyma as cm characters

@thestrawberrygirl as alex blake

@greenaway-lewis as jordan todd

@kermitsaysgayrights as luke alvez

@haleymalaffey as spencer reid

@ssajelle as jj

@rosesblueviolets as emily prentiss

@laniidae-passerine as derek morgan

🕺- a movie/tv show scene that reminds me of you!

season 4, when JJ brings henry to the round table and they all pass him around and derek holds him and gives him the bottle🥺 you’re very motherly and sweet and it’s such a heartwarming scene

👯‍♀️- a handwritten note

🧍🏻‍♀️- a surprise

your surprise is me! fun fact i’m not friends eith anybody in this picture anymore but i keep it up on my wall because i looked good. i’m also 12 in it to give some insight

[thefandomlesbian]

Song of the Magpie

Summary:  In a phone call, Spencer receives some bad news.

Thank you to @rosesblueviolets for beta reading! Please check out their blog. :)

Read here on AO3 for better formatting. 

...

Curled up on the leather couch on his side, Spencer faced the television, staring bleakly at the blank screen. He held his cellphone in his left hand. His arms dangled over the side of the couch. He folded his knees up toward his chest so all of his frame would fit. The living room was dark; he hadn’t turned on a light when he entered this room to take the call, a call from an unknown number from Las Vegas.

He had worried it had something to do with his mother and stepped away from the kitchen where Aaron cooked to have a modicum of privacy.

Warm, yellow light bathed out of the kitchen, and the smell of the dinner Aaron made met Spencer’s nose. His stomach flipped. I can’t eat now. He swallowed hard. I was hungry before. Was he? He couldn’t remember. He couldn’t remember before. Before was ten minutes ago--before was a lifetime ago.

Before his phone rang, he had intended on going camping with Aaron and Jack next weekend, entirely certain he would hate it and was looking forward to getting mosquito bitten and catching lightning bugs, something he’d never really gotten to do as a child. Now, there would be no camping. There would be no tents, no mosquito bites, and no lightning bugs.

Just his funeral suit and a plane ticket to Las Vegas.

Aaron left the kitchen, wiping off his hands on a dishcloth. Flour marred the front of his apron, hot pink and reading Kiss the cook with an emblem of lips displayed underneath the sequined lettering. Spencer had given it to him. It always made him smile. But now his smile had given up the ghost. He couldn’t prompt his lips into anything more than the line they were pressed into.

“Spencer?” Aaron put down the dishcloth and approached him. “Are you still on the phone?”

Spencer shook his head, mutely. A concerned frown touched Aaron’s face, his brows furrowing, as he tilted his head to make eye contact with Spencer, coming between him and the black television in the dark room.

“What’s wrong?”

What’s wrong? Spencer knew almost every word in the English dictionary, and a metric ton of words in other languages, too, but he didn’t know how to put these feelings into words. “I--” His voice cracked. Am I going to cry? He didn’t want to cry. “I have to go to Las Vegas.”

Las Vegas didn’t deserve his tears. His father didn’t deserve his tears.

Aaron waited patiently for an explanation, not pressing; Aaron never pressed, always waited for Spencer to process and reach his inevitable conclusion. Spencer closed his eyes, because he thought saying the words aloud would make him cry. It would make it all the more real. He didn’t want it to be real. For this moment, he could pretend it had happened solely in the digital world of his cell phone, where life was immaterial and theoretical and had no true ramifications.

But the moment passed, and Aaron deserved to know. “My father died.”

With the tenderest of hands, Aaron lifted up Spencer by the shoulders, just enough to slide underneath him, and placed his head in his lap. One calloused hand tangled up in Spencer’s hair, stroking over Spencer’s scalp. The silence grew between them. His hands were warm.

Spencer hadn’t realized how cold he’d gotten since he answered the phone.

Aaron pulled the afghan down from the back of the couch. With his right hand, he scraped his short, bitten fingernails over Spencer’s head. The remnant flour shed from his skin. With his left hand, Aaron wrapped one of Spencer’s cold hands in his own. Restoring warmth seemed to be the first step.

There were lots of conversations to be had. Aaron would ask a lot of questions, and Spencer would answer them. They would probably argue. They would probably take off work. Spencer would apologize for not being able to go camping, and Aaron would tell him that was a dumb thing to apologize for, and Spencer would want to do something with his parents’ house, and Aaron would recommend doing something else based on what he’d done when he’d become an inheritor himself, and Spencer would want to be alone, and Aaron wouldn’t let him, and Spencer would wonder what he did to deserve someone who loved him as much as Aaron did.

These things would happen in due time.

But, right now, Spencer didn’t want to talk. And, right now, Aaron didn’t make him. His fingers in Spencer’s hair said everything: “I’m here.” That was all Spencer needed to hear.

Spencer rolled over, buried his face into the soft of Aaron’s abdomen, and began to cry.

[alexandrablake]

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