and thanks to morgan too

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“The last time I cried was at Trophée de France where Vanessa and I won the bronze medal… our first international medal! But it was tears of joy.”
                                 - Happy 26th Birthday to Morgan Ciprès (4/24)

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Okay so… @silveraspens wanted to see my face (thank ye kindly darlin ✨🌸) so y'all are gonna have to as well but ahh okay I love this outfit but I’m bad at pics so I HOPE they’re okay 😅😅😅

Also like, I’ll just go ahead and tag anybody out there that wants to do this please y'all feel free too!! 💕🌸❤️ (do it for me man, if not me, then I’m the name of our blessed Golden God) 💛✨🕊🍄🍋

Morgan Rielly ~ Without you

First imagine after that little break! Thanks to everyone who has sent in requests already, cant wait to write them all!

Requested: Yes

“morgan rielly 6 & 76 please????”

Writing Prompt 6. “You can’t die. Please don’t die.”

Writing Prompt 76. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

Warnings: Sadfic

For @sol-coups

~~ is a change in POV

——– is a Time Lapse


Originally posted by pavszacha



*Y/N POV*

The last thing you heard was the car horn beside you, before everything went dark.

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*Morgan’s POV*

Walking through the door of the apartment, you found it to be unusually quiet and dark.

You expected Y/N to be home, she always was these days, considering she was almost 8 months pregnant now. The doctor had put her on bed rest to assure the last month of the pregnancy went by okay.

That’s why you were a little worried to find yourself alone in the apartment.

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Okay so I was literally in the middle of “fighting”(more like surviving)THE BEHEMOTH. Lol so I paused it JUST as I was dodging and I thought about what Noct is thinking. 😂(Literally all my party died and I was the last one left! R.I.P. Gladio he tried the most) (Submitted by @robinsonstephen1234)

(I read the text in the pic in Morgan Freeman’s voice….)
Drabble: Dance

13 with Morgan 😂

13: “Nice dancing you did there. How about you dance your way to my bed?” 

(A/N): I saw this being said with Morgan too, so thank you for this! <3

Originally posted by youcantcatchafallingstar

It was kind of a habit they had. on sunday, Y/n made breakfast. And habits are hard to get rid off. Not that she tried. She liked it, getting up and making some food in his clothes. It was comfortable. 


This day, too. His shirt was too big, it reached until her knees, but that was what she liked. It was like wearing nothing at all. Mixing some flour and a few eggs, she was sure these pancakes were going to be so good, he would have a foodgasm. At least, she hoped. 


Y/n didn’t notice that Derek stood there, leaning against the doorframe. He smiled. And his smile got even wider when he saw Y/n getting loose on the early morning music. Her hips swaying, her arms moving, hair swinging everywhere. When a few pancakes where done, she smiled and turned around, only to see him. She was surprised, and she showed that before a grin formed on her lips. 

Nice dancing you did there. How about you dance your way to my bed?” He smirked. Y/n rolled her eyes. 

“Yeah, well, after these pancakes. Then I’ll dance to our bed.” She said. Derek smiled. 

“Deal.” 


He seemed to eat faster then he had done in like, ever. The food soon disappeared from her plate, too. He stole pieces of her pancake, just so breakfast would be over soon. 

“What’s your problem?” Y/n laughed. 

“You. You are here, and not dancing.” He kissed her cheek. Y/n giggled. 

“Fine. I’ll eat later. You can be so whiny.” She teased. Now he rolled his eyes as he put on some music. she smiled and started swinging her hips, head and arms moving too as she danced to the bedroom. Derek smiled and gave a soft slap on her ass. Y/n laughed as she threw her arms around his neck, dancing together, to their bedroom. 


You can still ask for your promts! 

skylions-den  asked:

Heya! I thought I'd ask for another, but these ones made me happy cause it reminded me I finally have no snow where I live!!! Hehe would you do, "it’s so cold and the only reason we’re outside at all is because we need to walk our dogs" with Morality/Prince ~I've seen a few takes on them and I just wanna see a little more.

*whispers* this ship is so fluffy

HumanAU

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Roman was freezing. His hands were shaking, his nose was blue and he was trembling all over.

He couldn’t understand how those dogs could walk on snow with bare foot or how the hell Morgan could run after them with a smile on his face, like he was in a dog park in the middle of July.

“Roman! Come on!” his boyfriend called him from a few meters away, making the younger man groan and walk slowly to him, hands holding onto his own arms. “You don’t look like you’re having fun!”

“It’s cold and the only we are out here is because we have to walk your dogs. So no, I am not having fun. I wanted to be cuddling with you under warm blankets right now but no. We have dogs. We have responsibilities” he groaned, standing next to Morgan. “Why didn’t I get you cats like Ann got to Logan? Ugh…”

“You know you didn’t have to come right?” Morgan asked, raising his eyebrow, but Roman sighed, frowning.

“Like I would let you alone in the street in this cold weather” he muttered, and the older smiled fondly, staring at his trembling boyfriend.

“You know, we could find a nice café and have a little date after this” he said, raising his eyebrow, and Roman looked up with bright eyes, suddenly excited.

“Really?”

“Yes. I know you love small cafes in this weather. It makes you feel like you-”

“Am in a movie yes” Roman said excitedly, holding Morgan’s coat and pulling him for a chaste, content kiss. “Thank you! I love you…”

“Love you too, grumpy baby” Morgan teased, smiling brightly, and Roman chuckled contently, brushing their noses together.

Maybe cold wasn’t sooooo bad, when you had someone to keep you warm.

Criminal Minds AU Episode 8: Profiler, Profiled

-Episode Guide-

Previously On…

@dontshootmespence @sassygeek77 @sophiiev @britneynicole28 @determinedpines @onebigfangirlworld @milkandcookies528 @malaklovesunicorns @trollitis @the-slytherin-ice-queen @hanny-bananny @bulldozed88 @cherrybombs-and-rabbitholes @mxolh

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Part 7

Though there was no way to ever know for sure just how many other boys had been victims, there was enough testimony and evidence to put Carl Buford behind bars for the rest of his life. And though it was a comfort to know that he would no longer be able to hurt anyone else, and though Morgan’s name had been cleared and he was free to go, the team all knew that it was still going to take some time to heal.

After suppressing her mini breakdown outside of the crime scene following Buford’s arrest, Allyson had kept looking for an opportunity to talk to Morgan. She had felt like from the very beginning that the two of them may have had more in common than the knew. His whole behavior about keeping these parts of his past a secret…she’d seen it all before. She’d experienced it all before. And now, upon hearing the nature of Morgan’s secret, she thought he might seek some comfort in knowing that someone else on the team had a bit of an understanding what he’d gone through.

Before the jet was scheduled to head back home, Morgan had asked if the team wouldn’t mind joining him and his family in the cemetery. Damien Walters had been buried there earlier that morning, right beside the grave of the unnamed first victim. In what could possibly be an attempt to help ease his guilty conscience, Gordinksy had put in a call with the cemetery and asked for a new engraving on the mystery boy’s tomb on behalf of Derek. Above the date listed on the bottom, the headstone now read “The Lost Children: You Are Loved and Missed.”

The team was happy to see that in addition to Morgan, his mother, his sisters, and Damien’s mother, the cemetery was also filled with many of the other boys from the Youth Center. James was at the front, holding hands with Mrs. Walters. He’d been close with Damien, and Mrs. Walters had thanked him profusely for helping look after her boy as best as he could.

A few hours later, after the completion of the service, the jet was on its way back home. Most of the team had seized these few hours to grab some sleep. It had been a rather hectic last few days and no one had really gotten a whole lot. In fact, as Allyson went to the back of the plane to make herself a cup of hot cocoa, she looked up and noticed that she and Morgan appeared to be the only ones still awake.

Morgan could usually be seen slumped in his seat, his eyes closed and his headphones on, blocking out the distractions around him. But not this time. Now, he was sitting in the back corner of the plane, no music playing, staring absentmindedly out the window. She could only imagine what was going through his head right now, and figured this was as good of a chance as any to talk to him.

Squeezing her way through the aisle, past the sleeping figures of her teammates, Allyson made her way to the back of the plane, depositing herself on the seat across from Morgan. He turned to her, and she briefly wondered if he was going to say something about wanting to be alone. But Allyson was happy to see a small smile creep up his face.

“Hey, Street Fighter,” he said.

“Hey,” she said, setting her mug down on the tray in front of her. She reached into her sweatshirt pocket and pulled out a bag. “I stole the last bag of honey roasted peanuts. Thought you might want them before my brother wakes up and tries to take them.”

Morgan chuckled slightly. “Thanks, Ally.”

Allyson smiled back. Silence fell as she wracked her brain, trying to figure out the best way to bring all of this up. There was a very good chance that now that all of this was out in the open, Morgan would want to put it all behind him. He hadn’t said anything to the others about it after Buford got arrested, but they knew enough not to ask him about it.

“Morgan,” Allyson began, taking a quick sip of her cocoa to try to moisten her dry throat. “I just wanted to say that…I admire you for coming forward about what happened. I know that it wasn’t easy and I understand why you kept it hidden.”

As she expected, Morgan’s smile slid off his face and he looked less than thrilled about her bringing it up. Nevertheless, he nodded. “Thank you, Ally,” he said in a curt voice before turning his head back to the window.

Allyson took that as a sign that he wanted to drop the subject. Just as she was about to get up and go attempt to get her sleeping brother to share the couch with her, she heard Morgan utter, “I should have done something sooner.”

Okay, here we go, Allyson thought, settling back into her seat. “Morgan, this isn’t your fault,” she replied softly.

Morgan shook his head. “I kept this all inside for so long. If I had come forward sooner…”

Survivor’s guilt. They saw that a lot with this job, especially in cases of rape and assault. When an offender was caught years after attacking his or her first victim, they often felt guilty for not coming forward sooner. But being a victim herself, Allyson realized that coming forward about something of this nature wasn’t always easy. Put a young child in the position Morgan had been placed in, and she couldn’t say that she blamed him for staying quiet.

“Morgan, you had no idea,” Allyson said. “You were just a kid.”

“I just…” Morgan paused, his voice catching slightly. “I didn’t think anyone would believe me.”

Again, tears popped into Allyson’s eyes. I’m a teacher, Ally. You’re a student. Who do you think they’re going to believe. “He played on that, Morgan,” she replied. “He made you think you owed him. That you were nothing without him.” She sniffed and felt several of those tears trickle down her cheeks.

It was at this moment that she noticed Morgan looking up at her with concern. “Ally? What’s wrong?”

Allyson wiped at her eyes, taking a deep breath. “You know, we have a lot more in common than you may think, Morgan,” she said, tracing the rim of her mug. “I mean, like you, I grew up without my father in my life. Like you, I sought comfort in an older man who treated me with a love and respect I wasn’t familiar with in my life.” She paused briefly, gripping her mug to get her hands to stop shaking.

“And like you,” she began, “I, too, was taken advantage of by that man.”

More silence stretched on between the two of them, Allyson slowly looking up to see that Morgan’s eyes were starting to sparkle with tears.

“Ally,” he whispered. “I…I had no idea.”

“It’s okay,” Allyson replied. “No one knows. Save for Spence and Hotch.” And hopefully no one else ever will have to know. “I don’t really talk about it much.”

“Ally, I’m so sorry,” Morgan replied, reaching over and taking her hand. “What happened?”

Not too eager to go into the gory details again, Allyson merely squeezed his hand gently and looked back up at him. “I was 17. He was my teacher,” she said. “Just like you said, I didn’t know what was going on at first. He was delusional. Convinced I was in love with him.”

“Where is he now?” Morgan asked, a fire alight in his eyes.

“Dead,” Allyson replied. “Died in a prison riot.”

“Prison?” Morgan asked. “So he did go away at least?”

Allyson nodded. “But it wasn’t because of me. I mean, I came forward, sure. But I never would have told anyone if—” She stopped abruptly. No need to bring up her child now. Morgan didn’t need to know everything.

“What made you come forward?” Morgan asked. In response, Allyson merely glanced down towards the couch where her brother shifted in his sleep. She looked up to see Morgan smile. “Yeah. Your brother’s good like that.”

“He is,” Allyson replied with a smile. She rubbed Morgan’s hand and looked up at him. “I just want you to know that you’re not alone. And I understand wanting to keep some things to yourself, but if you ever want to talk about it…just know that I’ve been there too.”

Morgan nodded. “Thank you, Ally.” He brought her hand up and planted a small kiss on it, resulting in a laugh from Allyson. “And that goes both ways, by the way.”

Allyson smiled. She raised her mug to Morgan and took a sip of her cocoa as the plane continued to coast through the clouds.

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“Now, here’s all his toys. Don’t be alarmed that it looks like he’s leaving with more than he came with, that’s because he is. I saw the cutest little collection of stuffed mice that I just couldn’t pass up and he loved them! And the rest of his cat treats—I may have given him more than you suggested to me. And his scratching post. Pretty sure that’s his new favorite thing in the world.”

Garcia had just finished tearfully saying good-bye to her precious god-kitty as she closed him up in his carrier and passed over all of his stuff to Allyson. As she grabbed bag after bag from Garcia, Allyson couldn’t remember giving her nearly this much stuff when she had initially dropped him off.

“Also,” Garcia continued, grabbing a figurine off her desk. “As much as it pains me to part with with my precious Princess Peach, Poe did take quite a liking to it so…here.” She held out the plastic figure to Allyson. “Just so he remembers how much I love him.”

Allyson couldn’t help but laugh. “Garcia, at this point, I’m pretty sure he’s convinced you love him more than I do.”

Garcia shook her head. “Oh, no! No, I know no one loves him more than his Mama.” She peered down through the front of the cat carrier and waved good-bye. “But his Auntie Penelope is definitely a close second.”

Allyson shook her head. “Thanks again for taking care of him.”

“Anytime!” Garcia said. “Thank you guys for helping out my boy.” Her smile faltered slightly as she added, “He’s going to be okay, right?”

Allyson thought back to the moment on the plane and nodded, smiling. “Yeah. I think he’s going to be fine.”

“Good!” Garcia exclaimed, instantly going back to her bubbly self. “Well, you two go spend some quality time together. And I’ll see you and that genius brother of yours tomorrow?”

“Bright and early,” Allyson replied, rubbing her eyes as she thought about it. She bade Garcia good night as she headed back to the bullpen, scanning for that genius brother of hers.

She found him sitting at his desk, his head resting on his hand. For a split second, she wondered if he had fallen asleep again, but then she saw the chessboard in front of him. Allyson sighed sadly. Ever since Gideon had left, Spencer had been practically glued to that thing any chance he got. He insisted that all he wanted was to play one more game with Gideon, but Allyson knew better. Either he was trying to play the slowest game of chess ever, or he was just intentionally trying to ensure that it never ended.

“Hey,” she said, startling him slightly as he turned to her. “You ready to go?”

Reid rubbed his eyes. “Uhhh…yeah. Yeah, I guess.” But he made no move to get up from his desk.

Allyson quickly set all her stuff down at her own desk, took Poe out of his carrier, grabbed her chair, and dragged it over to her brother’s desk.

“What are you doing?” Reid asked as she settled herself down, plopping Poe in her lap.

“What does it look like?” Allyson asked, studying the board. “What? You expect me to just sit here and watch you continue to lose to yourself?”

“I’m not losing to myself!” Reid argued. “The game isn’t over yet!”

Allyson rolled her eyes. “Spence, the game hasn’t been over for a month now.” Reid’s fell silent, his eyes momentarily flicking up to Gideon’s empty office.

“He was never going to stay forever,” Allyson continued softly. “This job took too much from him. He needs to find peace.”

“I know,” Reid replied quietly. “I just…I wish I’d had a chance to say good-bye.”

Allyson briefly thought about the letter he’d gotten and felt her heart sink. “I know you do,” she said. “We all do. But he left on his terms and we can’t do anything about that.” She reached forward and moved her rook across the board. “All we can do is continue to help people the way we know best. And I think in doing so, we’ll help carry on his legacy.”

Reid gave a half-smile as he picked up his knight, capturing one of her pawns. “I guess you’re right,” he said.

“Of course I’m right,” Allyson said with a smirk as she captured his knight with her bishop. “Checkmate in four, by the way.”

Reid narrowed his eyes. “What? That’s impossible!”

Allyson laughed. “Don’t believe me?”

Reid didn’t respond, his eyes scanning the board, no doubt working out all the different scenarios in his head. “Okay,” he finally replied. “Maybe so. But you had an advantage from the start!”

Allyson shook her head. “Fine. Reset the board then.”

As the twins began a brand new game of chess, Poe curled up in Allyson’s lap, Reid’s mind already plotting out a foolproof strategy to take his sister down, for a few moments at least, everything around them seemed to finally, at long last, be at true peace.


All secrets are deep, all secrets become dark. That’s in the nature of secrets. -Corey Doctorow

-End of Episode 8-

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Unfinished Business by @ive-always-been-a-pirate

Summary: Having her bakery on the block adjacent to that stupid floral shop had always been so frustrating for Emma Swan. It was just her luck that the place’s owner, an arrogant Irishman named Killian Jones, thrived on pressing her buttons and making life as a small business owner so complicated. So what will happen when two stubborn people unexpectedly start mixing business with pleasure?

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Magic runs in your veins, young warlock.

CAN I JUST SAY HOW PROUD I AM OF THIS FANDOM AND HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU ALL BC IT’S BEEN TWO YEARS SINCE THE FINALE AND WE’RE STILL SO PASSIONATE AND STRONG AND CREATING AND THINKING OF NEW THINGS AND ESPECIALLY FOR SOMEONE WHO CAME LATER TO THE FANDOM (i.e. me) IT’S SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU GUYS ARE STILL HERE AND THERE ARE STILL SO MANY PEOPLE TO CRY WITH AND TALK WITH AND I JUST LOVE YOU ALL I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH GOodbye

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Name - Sofia

Nicknames - Sof or Sofi. No one in my family calls me Sofia. Weird.

Birthday - 9th of July 1997

Sexual Orientation - Straight

Height - 5ft 3

Favourite Colour - Orange

Time and Date at Current Moment - 8th of December, 16:52

Average Hours of Sleep - 5 to 6

Lucky Number - 6

Last Thing I Googled - Arrow

First Word That Comes to Mind - House (currently watching it)

One Place That Makes Me Happy - Cinema

How Many Blankets I Sleep Under - 1

Favourite Fictional Character - Felicity Smoak

Book: VAMPIRE ACADEMY SERIES BY ROCHELLE MEAD IS MY LIFE! (Romitri forever). Just Listen and The Truth About Forever by Sarah Dessen. Harry Potter series.

Animation - Ratatouille, Finding Nemo, Beauty and The Beast (can’t decide)

TV Show - Arrow, Sherlock, 24

Favourite Beverage - Lucozade or Ginger ale

Favourite Food - Pasta

Last Movie I Saw in Cinemas - Mockingjay Part 1

Dream Holiday - Canada

Dream Wedding - Big and traditional

Dream Job - Chef