Latest Posts by alexblakehusband - Page 5
yoyo: you hate everyone.
daisy: i know. it's the only thing that gets me out of bed in the morning.
bobbi: sorry, i'm not very good with emotion.
jemma: which emotion?
bobbi:
bobbi: ..all of them
theyre flirting ur honor
“Everyone gets attached to something eventually”
If I had a nickel for everytime Adrianne Palicki played a totally BA character in one of my shows who is still in love with her ex-husband and 'has to' work with him because she got him the job, I'd have two nickels, which isn't alot but it's weird that it happened twice
belle: what do you like to do in your free time?
zelena: i like stalking people
belle: what- ok.. i like to read
zelena: i know...
zelena: my legs hurt
regina: if you put them in fire eventually your nerves will burn off and you wont feel pain in your legs anymore! :)
emma: when i was 15, i went to camp and a kid shoved a pen up his ass to impress a girl
emma: it got stuck and he had to go to the hospital to have it removed
regina: was the girl impressed though?
zelena: i would be
zelena: you suck
emma: i prefer positive feedback
zelena: my bad...
zelena: youre very good at sucking
IM GOING TO KMS THIS IS SO ADORABLE OMG
Fake scenarios in my head #10
"Casey? Are you home, sweetie?" Alex calls out as she opens the door to their apartment. She makes sure to lock the door before hanging her coat in the cabinet and then finally getting rid of her high heels.
"Alex!" Casey's voice sounds a bit muffled. "Finally!"
"You knew it would get late today."
"Yeah, I know." She can practically hear the pout in her girlfriend's voice "I was waiting for you."
Alex furrows her brows as she enters the living room. She spots Casey on the couch, or rather, her strawberry hair poking out from a pile of blankets.
"Cold!" she simply states as Alex gives her a questioning look.
"I suspected as much."
"I saw a snowflake on my way home."
"A snowflake? Really?"
"I sent you a picture."
"That at least explains the blurry photo of a random street."
Casey sighs. "I'm glad you're home." She smiles innocently.
Alex returns her smile. "Me too. I missed you today."
"Yeah, me too...but uhm...thing is…I forgot to switch on the TV, and now I'm caught in all these blankets, they're perfectly wrapped around me..."
Alex laughs "You need me to turn on the TV for you?"
"Netflix, please" Casey grins.
"You're impossible sometimes" Alex laughs again but eventually turns on Casey`s favorite show.
"I'll make you a hot tea before you freeze" she says lovingly, giving her a gentle kiss on the hair. She adores these little quirks of her girlfriend.
alex: why are you burning our marriage certificate!?
casey: good luck trying to return me without a receipt
Tara: I’m the smartest, wisest person in this group.
Luke: Really? Then why is your hand stuck in a vending machine?
Tara: I paid for my Mars Bar, I’m getting my Mars Bar.
just ONE CHANCE
I love it when she's questioning men because she gets this condescending look on her face girl same
CASEY YOU DIDN'T
Amanda: Have you ever accidentally sent someone a spicy message and it was the wrong person?
Casey: Lexie's work phone in my phone is just called 'Alexandra'
Amanda: Okay
Olivia: .....
Casey: Lexie's dad's name is Alexander
Amanda: Oh no
Casey: Oh yes
im SCREAMING
golden retriever black cat
ma'am 🫡
Morcia in 7.03 ‘Dorado Falls’
THEY'RE SO GAY I CANNNNTTTT MY GIRLIES
A request from @jenny-from-the-bau for Jenelope, and boy is this fluff sweet 😭
I have no name for this as of right now, but the doc is called
Historians Will Say They Were Besties
There were lots of things Penelope Garcia was good at: baking, babysitting, cat-sitting, hacking. But if you asked anyone at the BAU, or anyone who had known Penelope her whole life, they would tell you that throwing a killer party would rank very high on that list.
Which was precisely how she, JJ, and Emily had ended up curled up on Penelope’s couch after her birthday extravaganza, Emily sat on the far right, legs over JJ’s, who herself was nuzzled into Garcia’s side. Each of them had a tub of ice cream in hand, and they were currently halfway through an episode of Drag Race.
A shift in Penelope pulled JJ’s focus from the tv to the blonde to her left, and she peered up at her. She watched silently as Garcia scooped a bit of ice cream from the tub, slipping the spoon into her mouth upside down so that the dessert fell flush against her tongue. She pulled the spoon away, observing it, before it met her tongue again, and JJ felt a lump form in her throat as Garcia drug her tongue, flat, up the inside of the spoon slowly, licking it clean.
There were several things Jennifer Jareau was good at: Hand-to-hand combat, cooking, having impeccable music taste-
What Jennifer Jareau was not good at was hiding her feelings for Penelope Garcia.
And even worse, processing those feelings.
JJ scrunched her nose, trying to hide her slight displeasure when Penelope suggested-
“We should do each other’s makeup!” Her grin was so big and bright that it would put the sun to shame. She flipped off the television, sitting up so that she could face JJ and Emily fully.
“Ooh, that could be fun!” Emily interjected before JJ could protest, and the blonde’s gaze flitted to the dark-haired woman, Emily herself fighting a smirk with a grin to match Penelope’s. “JJ can do mine, I’ll do Pen’s, and you can do JJ’s.”
JJ choked a bit, eyes widening. “I-”
“Yeah!” Penelope bounced in delight. “Please, Jaje? It’ll be fuuuun…”
JJ met Penelope’s gaze, bright hazel eyes pleading, and JJ’s heart skipped a beat as Penelople’s lower lip slipped under her teeth. She looked back to Emily, who offered an innocent shrug, not bothering now to hide the smirk that played at her lips. Closing her eyes, JJ took a deep breath. “Okay, sure.” The thought of Penelope that intimately close to her set her heart on fire, her nerves in shatters. But, hey- if you can’t beat fear, do it scared, right?
When JJ opened her eyes, Penelope’s face was full of more joy than she’d ever seen, and she all but dragged her guests to her room, throwing her closet open to retrieve a large box. “Okay, I have so many colors, and glitter and stamps-” She opened the box and presented it before JJ, beaming proudly, and JJ swallowed thickly at the array of items inside, but Penelope was so adorable and excited that she couldn’t bear breaking her heart and telling her no. “Pick your poison, gorgeous. We’re gonna make you even gorgeous…er.”
JJ chewed her lip nervously, and Emily laughed at Penelope’s phrasing. “I… Garcy, I don’t know, I don’t… usually wear any of this stuff… you choose for me, huh?”
This seemed to please Penelope, and the woman wiggled in delight. “Ooh! Okay, with those breathtaking baby blues you’re working with…” Her face scrunched deep in thought as she dug through the box, her lips pursed, before, with a sound of triumph, she pulled a small pallet from it. “…we’ll stick with neutrals, browns and beiges, with a super chic wing, and some mascara for those lil blonde lashes.”
JJ laughed softly, shaking her head in amusement. “Oh, dear Picasso, my face is your canvas.” She teased, giving a soft yelp as Penelope pushed her back onto the bed.
“Oh, no, darling.” Penelope grinned devilishly. “I’m more of a Van Gogh, and you are my Starry Night.” JJ froze, heart practically leaping out of her chest as Penelope climbed on top of her, straddling her carefully. “And an artist needs to focus.” The world around JJ disappeared, and it was just her and Penelope as the other woman leaned in, face inches from JJ’s, tongue peeking out between glossed lips in focus. They remained like that until Penelope giggled softly. “JJ, you have to close your eyes, love.”
Shit. “O-oh-! Shit, you- you’re right, I… m’sorry-”
Penelope waved her comment away, swirling her brush around in a warm brown-colored shadow block. “Don’t apologize, Jaje, it’s your first time.” If JJ didn’t know any better, she’d swear a smirk flashed across Penelope’s before it disappeared just as quickly as it had made itself known. Rather awkwardly, JJ hesitated, trying to figure out what to do with her hands before deciding to rest them, fingers linked, on her own stomach. “Now- eyes closed!”
JJ did as asked, lids fluttering closed, and Penelope was even closer than she had been. So close, in fact, that JJ couldn’t tell if the heat she suddenly felt came from the woman on top of her, or from JJ’s own frazzled state. Either way, her heart raced hard in her chest, and part of her wondered if Penelope could feel it. She shivered as, without warning, Penelope tenderly blew a bit of air onto JJ’s face to get rid of the fallout.
“Right, open.” Came Penelope’s voice from above her, and when JJ followed instructions, her mouth grew dry as she realized Penelope was mere inches from her face, studying her work. “Beautiful.” Penelope said, voice soft, giving JJ’s nose a gentle boop with her pointer finger, earning a chuckle from the blonde beneath her. Penelope set back to work, and JJ opened and closed her eyes where appropriate. “Just about… there…” Penelope mused, before she frowned slightly. “Oops!” She flicked her tongue across the tip of her thumb, and JJ froze below her as she ran her slick thumb along JJ’s cheekbone, fixing a bit of eyeliner. “There…” She said softly. When she was through, however, Penelope didn’t withdraw her hand; instead, she opened her palm, resting it gently against JJ’s cheek, and her thumb stroked the skin there. “Perfect.” Penelope whispered, and JJ let out a shaky breath, leaning slightly into Penelope’s touch.
JJ’s eyes fluttered closed once more, chewing on her lower lip. After a moment, a soft laugh from Penelope urged her to inch an eye open. “What?” JJ asked curiously.
“Hmm?” Penelope hummed innocently. “Oh, nothing, I just thought, with you being a profiler and all, that it would be so fucking easy for you to realize how badly I want to kiss you right now-“
“So do it.” JJ’s mouth moved faster than her brain, but she didn’t care: the broad grin that stretched across Penelope’s face made it all worth it.
“I want you to say it. Consent is important, you know.” She teased, grin not wavering.
“For god’s sake, Penelope-” JJ started with a chuckle of amusement, and used her impressive core strength to lean up to close the distance between the pair of them, lips crashing against the analyst’s. Penelope’s free hand found its way to JJ’s other cheek, holding her close as humanly possible. Garcia tasted of peaches, lips softer than JJ could have ever imagined. Being this close to her, JJ could feel that Penelope’s heart was racing just as fast as her own. Still, neither of them made an effort to take the kiss anywhere hotter, both enjoying the moment as it was- soft and tender.
A soft chuckle from the corner of the room pulled them from each other, both women breathless, and Emily sipped at the glass of wine she’d helped herself to. “It’s about goddamn time.” She said with a grin. “I’m glad that I could be the one you both came to, but damn if keeping mutual pining a secret isn’t difficult-”
JJ fell back against the bed, flipping Emily off with one hand, throwing her other arm around Penelope’s neck so that she fell with her, and they were both enveloped in the other’s intoxicating kisses once more.
JJ and Penelope kissing JJ and Penelope holding hands JJ and Penelope going shopping JJ and Penelope sleeping JJ and Penelope doing each other's make up
morcia is my EVERYTHING
MORCIA + HUGGING
CUTIE POOKIE
So you profiled me? Luke Alvez, behavioral analyst. That’s what I do.
rossi: how’d the doctors appointment go?
alex: actually really well, she said i was super artistic.
rossi: blake… i think she meant-
hotch: don’t. you. dare.
shes so iconic
Some of my favoruite quotes of Tara Lewis. I am in love with her.
Continuar lendo
brother control yourself
Luke *so in love*
LOVE MY GIRLS
“You are my queen, Tara Lewis.” ~ Penelope Garcia at some point after season 15
Tara and Penelope requested by anon. Thank you so much for this request!