I NEED An 800k Word Fanfiction Of Reader Finding Abby And Lev After Santa Barbara And Patching Both Of

Palestine is NOT a trend. boycotting Israel-supporting companies is NOT a trend. your compassion for the innocent is NOT a trend. isreal was, is and WILL continue killing Palestinians and bombing Gaza for as long as the world is silent. do not stop talking about it. do not stop boycotting. never. stop.

I want to see something.

Reblog this if you believe in bi and autistic Hotch.

need a girl with big warm hands to come hold my lower tummy n back before these cramps put me in the grave

Y/n: “I’m 70% awesome, 80% cool and 50% badass”

Levi: “that’s 200%?”

Y/n: “that’s right, because I’m twice the person you’ll ever be..”

Levi: “….”

Y/n: “mentally and physically ya short fuck-“

I need to bounce on that fucking strap NOWWWW

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This is Charles. He wants to go on a journey around tumblr. could you show him around?

*learns basic social skills well into my 20s that most people know by the time theyre like 11*

are you a lightweight nanami..?

ac: matchapichai

reblog to give the person you reblogged this from a little pumpkin 🧡

ᴛʜᴇ ᴇx-ꜰɪʟᴇꜱ ꜰᴛ. ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ ✦ paradise

you stirred awake as a raucous sound blared from your phone. golden rays flooded your vision, causing you to squint in annoyance, harshly tapping the screen that disturbed your beauty sleep. you pulled the blankets around you as you shuffled again to try to go back to sleep. but with the sun shining brightly through the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the echoes of the alarm still ringing in your ears, you groaned loudly and turned on your phone. seeing the big, bold 11:07 am on the lockscreen, you blinked once, twice. 

shit. 

panic filled your veins as you shot up from the fluffy bed, hurrying over to the bathroom as you sent a quick text to your manager and agent. 

you rolled your eyes at the blond’s messages, scoffing as you stepped into the shower, deciding to take your sweet time. who schedules a 10:30 AM shoot anyway?

the loud clacks of your heels echoed in the large lobby, nodding to the receptionist as you passed by. your face scrunched upon feeling the vibrations in your pocket. fishing your phone out, you opened it and smirked at the text.

you chuckled in amusement, changing your course and heading over to the designated studio smugly. 

of course he already had a new shoot waiting for you. with the way your popularity was skyrocketing, it was clear what the people wanted. and you’re hot, who wouldn’t want more? 

pushing open the doors, your lips pulled into a grimace looking at the bright lights and decorated set. with a heavy sigh, you walked further into the room. this is gonna be a long day…

you sighed in satisfaction, walking off the set and stretching. you stiffened as you met icy blue eyes, flinching slightly before walking over to him. 

“studio d13, one hour.” 

scrunching your brows, you mocked him as he walked away. catching your eyes, the photographer flashed a thumbs up at you while you smiled in return. but that smile soon fell as you walked into your private dressing room, plopping down onto the bed. 

your eyes widened as you read the tweet over and over again. blood rushed through you as the silence of the room became deafening. before you knew it, your fingers flew across the screen in hopes of not yelling out personal grievances to your coworkers.

you slammed your phone down, grumbling in irritation as you closed your eyes, taking a well deserved nap.

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ꜱʏɴ✦ᴘꜱɪꜱ after the sudden news of your ex's engagement, you aired out your grievances without a second thought. and oh, that wasn't your burner account?