Partner - Blog Posts

Happy Nonbinary Awareness Week to my partner and all you other beautiful non-gender conforming folks out there! Go let your rath out on the world!

7th is Biting

my girlfriend is so beautiful, im so excited to see her again, its been almost a week and im having prettiness withdrawals.

she lights up my life i am so ecstatic 😊😊😊😊

Oh I love Mareep! 🥰 Ampharos has always been one of my favorite Pokémon. Definitely in the top 20 for me.

Might play through a Pokémon game now with my starter as a Mareep. Seems like it would be fun.

Who’s your Pokémon partner? [200 possibilities]

Welcome, young trainer, to the Pokémon laboratory! I’m Professor Bayberry and here the Pokémon partner selection process works a little differently — instead of the trainer picking the Pokémon, the Pokémon picks the trainer. Why don’t you sit down and answer a few questions while we wait to see which of our many Pokémon chooses you?

— [ it’s finally done! head’s up, this is a long quiz, 44 questions! art credit here ]

By Sergey Galanter

The undead.

I live like a ghost. invisible and stuck to the corners and dim lit ways you never walk. observing without being seen or felt. as life unfolds around me, I burry the burden. this skeleton in my closet.

I have a partner today checking the cows! She loves me no matter what.

She always has been. Always will be.

Everything and everyone else is only to supplement what we have together.

can you write a fic where reader is deaf and Emily learn sign language for them??

Enjoy!!

Prentiss Signs

Truthfully? You never expected her to try. You couldn't just expect something like that from someone, or at least you'd come to learn that.

Emily was already so busy, with jetting off to cases, working long nights, leading the team, carrying the weight of so many lives. You'd told her more than once, "It's okay... you don't have to."

And you meant it.

But Emily Prentiss has a stubborn streak, and she doesn't do anything halfway. So when she showed up one evening with a stack of notecards, her hair a mess and her jacket over one arm, you just stared.

She dropped her keys, and her bag, and signed (clumsily, but surprisingly clearly), "Hi. I want to learn." You blinked, then blinked again.

She smiled, nervous and unsure, and added aloud, slow enough for you to read her lips, "I know I got that wrong. But... I want to do this. For you."

And so it began.

At first, Emily struggled. Her slim fingers didn't want to cooperate, she'd blame it on her years of holding stiff guns, her brow would furrow constantly.

And more than once she muttered, "This shouldn't be harder than hostage negotiations," which you couldn't help but giggle at, though you'd quickly hide it under a cough when her arms would cross with a sigh.

But you were patient, as patient as she'd allow. You signed things slowly, sometimes repeating them two, three even four times till she got it.

When she fumbled through something as simple as "coffee" or "work", she'd huff and sign something vaguely chaotic that made you burst out with silent laughter.

Still, she persevered, kept going.

She even enrolled in ASL class on Thursday nights, juggling it between her BAU schedule and mountains of Chief worthy paperwork.

You'd catch her practicing in the mirror, mouthing the words while signing them slowly, her fingers dancing shakily until they learned the easing rhythm.

You'd fall asleep sometimes with her arm wrapped around your waist, her free hand unconsciously tracing the alphabet against your back. And slowly, oh so slowly, she got better.

You taught her curse words when she needed to vent, and jokes when she needed to smile. She learned "I love you" early, she practiced it more than once.

One night, without warning, she looked at you, no stumble or hesitation, and signed it. Perfectly. "I love you". You forgot how to breath for a second.

- - -

A few months later...

You, something you don't usually do, join the BAU team for dinner. Garcia picked the restaurant, somewhere trendy and loud, all laughter and clinking glasses.

The team has taken over a long table in the back. Emily rests her hand on your lower back as you slide into the seat beside her. And just like that, it starts.

Morgan is already in story mode, laughing at something Spencer had mistakenly done last week, talking a mile a minute. JJ is trying to keep up, and Garcia's hand gestures alone could tell a full story.

You lean back, a little overwhelmed, your brows furrowing as you slowly get left behind...

But then Emily taps your thigh gently, her fingers drawing your attention. She signs slowly, "Morgan said Reid spilled coffee on Hotch's files. Again."

You snort. Emily smiles.

Every few minutes, she checks in, translating certain bits of fast conversation, shortening some, skipping others, but making sure you're never left out of the loop.

She signs across your lap, under the table, casually but clearly, pausing sometimes to double check her signs. Once, when she fumbles over a complex phrase Garcia throws out, she huffs, rolls ger eyes and signs, "I'm trying, okay?"

You kiss her cheek. Knowing Garcia was one to make up her own words and phrases to emphasise her misfortune.

- - -

Later that night, when everyone was full and winding down, you notice the others looking at her a little differently. Not unkindly. Just... moved.

Emily, who once struggled to remember the difference between "want" and "need", is now translating full conversations without missing a beat or made up word.

And she learned it all, just for you.

You squeeze her hand under the table, signing a slow, heartfelt, "Thank you. I see you." She squeezes back, "Always, love."

Teamwork😋 I hope it never dies…

Hahahahah😂😂 Statements about friendship🤝👬/👭

Relationship goals 😍😍😍

I love staying up on facetime and sleeping on facetime. Like no I can't lay next to you in bed in person yet but I can lay with you on call. I've done this with A twice now and everytime i fucking wake up feeling like a Disney princess. This is your sign to sleep on facetime with someone who you want to

And the prominent

question man

is not in who

loves us,

but

in who returns

the love

when we offer

it first.