You know what I love about Hotch and Garcia’s relationship?
How used to each other they are. How, when Rossi mentions her looks, he is genuinely confused by it. By all accounts, they shouldn’t STAND each other, what with his anal retentiveness and type CAPITAL A personality and her quirky, loud, WILD sense of style and everything that is cute, but definitely annoys the shit out of Mr. BAU.
But they do…
And it’s a quiet, mutual understanding and respect of each other’s ‘traits’, because they both know. They know that - just like Hotch said to Strauss - his stern, drill-sergeant exterior and frown is as much a shield from the outside world who has disappointed and wounded you too many times to count, as pink dresses with black cats, fluffy unicorn handbags, light-up pens, and colour-coordinated eyeglasses. And they will do anything, EVERYTHING to keep themselves from falling apart. And protect each other before the shield cracks.
They appreciate each other’s talents and skills regardless of the vast difference in their education, class, etc. and they try to respect their boundaries (well, Garcia less so…) despite their differences in absolutely every aspect of their lives. When they overstep, there is no need to ask or give forgiveness because it is understood and implied. And yet they say it.
The weirdest and best part is that you see the implied things as the season change. They grow in their relationship. It wasn’t always like that. They could have stayed in a boss/prison guard - criminal relationship and make each-other absolutely miserable, but they choose not to.
They LIKE each other.
Most of the time….
When Garcia isn’t talking…
CM rewatch a.k.a.going crazy
I’m rewatching s3 and right as I’m about to eat lunch, “Lucky” comes on….and I feel not so lucky. but I continue eating bc this show has made me immune to just about everything … including emotional pain. And I think to myself how I’m turning into a sociopath, because, I’m watching this show, the gruesome details and all I can think about is how this man…
…this fucking troubled man, whose wife just left him, who hasn’t seen his kid in a MONTH and he cannot dealTM with anything, and is probably working himself to death while tracking down a cannibal and trying not to vomit…
…ALL!!! I CAN THINK ABOUT is how FUCKING FINE THIS MAN LOOKS and how I’d let him do unspeakable things to me.
WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!?
Aaron Hotchner + the tongue thing.
I catch killers, I save lives, I am a hero until my key hits my front door and then I am just the father and the husband who is never there. Here's the thing: when I am home, I am in this silent panic because I know that I have to be as good as I can, as fast as I can, because any minute the phone is gonna ring and my time is up.
↬ Aaron Hotchner ‘Ashes and Dust’ 2x19
@hotchappreciationweek ↬ Favourite (heart breaking) quote
CRIMINAL MINDS: L.D.S.K. (2005) #6
The team chases a sniper in Des Plaines, Illinois who for some reason only wounds his victims.
TW // GUNS, DEATH, BLOOD
‘Liberté Égalité Féminité’ Georgie Hobday by Eva K. Salvi for Anissa Kermiche Jewelry Spring Summer 2019 Lookbook.
HIIIII HELLOOOOOO SENDING HUGS <3
it's so good to see you on my dash
happy birthday aaron hotchner ♡ november 2, 1970
I think, deep down, we’re all capable of unspeakable things. Where it starts or what you call it, I don’t know.
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Favorite Hotch-Centred Episode: s10e21 “Mr. Scratch”
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Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir
happy birthday aaron hotchner ♡ november 2, 1970
I think, deep down, we're all capable of unspeakable things. Where it starts or what you call it, I don't know.
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The Lake House (2006) dir. by Alejandro Agresti
I am at that stage in the pandemic where I wake up randomly in the middle of the night thinking about Sandra Bullock in that iconic black dress that she wore in Two Weeks Notice.
art moodboard : Claude Monet No one is an artist unless he carries his picture in his head before painting it, and is sure of his method and composition.
Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to his wife Véra (24 March 1937)