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revelation
Summary:  Emily Prentiss x GN!Reader. Spencer helps you come to the realisation that maybe you've been looking in the wrong place for happy ever after all this time, and the person of your dreams is right in front of your eyes.
Word Count: 1.3k
Warnings: References to drinking alcohol, slight sexuality panic.
A/N: hi it's been a year and a half since i posted anything but i read a half finished fic and suddenly got inspiration?! anyway i've missed you all and i hope you enjoy <3 (my one emily gif because i've lost all my gifs :D i want to cry!!)
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How were you meant to know? Sure, you’d watched the movies and heard the songs just like everyone else, but no one had explained to you what it felt like. 
Plus, it wasn’t as if the movies were great demonstrations. They were always so dramatic, with tears and rain and running through airports. 
Spencer was the one, out of everyone, to point it out in the end. 
The whole team was gathered in JJ’s garden, a family event to mark the beginning of summer. Will and Hotch were grilling food on the BBQ, while JJ handed out alcohol that Rossi consumed generously, the kids were playing on Henry’s swing set, and Penelope, Derek, and Emily all spoke boisterously, their voices and laughter filling the garden. 
You stood to the side with Spencer, watching in bemusement. You had no idea what they were saying as they shouted excitedly at each other, but Emily was grinning, her cheeks flushed, and looking more carefree than you had seen her in a long time.  She was wearing a gorgeous blue vest top and jeans. You loved the top on her, it made her glow, complementing her skin and hair in a way that you couldn’t put accurately into words.  
Your heart stuttered, something that had been happening with increasing frequency recently, but you hadn’t given it much thought.
“Can I ask you something?” Spencer said abruptly as his fingers drummed against the side of the cider bottle in his hand. 
You turned slightly to look at him, your brows furrowed at his thoughtful expression. You nodded, “Of course.” 
“Why—" He hesitates. You smile reassuringly at him and he takes a breath before continuing, “It’s not really my business, but I’ve watched the two of you and I guess I'm just confused as to why you’re not dating.” 
Your eyes widen in surprise but he continues. 
“I thought maybe you two were just keeping it a secret from the team, but it’s been years and neither of you have said anything, plus Emily gets this sad look in her eyes sometimes and I think if you were together she wouldn’t, and—”
“Me and Emily?” You stammer, “Why would you think…Emily and I-” 
Spencer’s brows shoot up. 
“She’s one of my closest friends. I don’t…I’m not…”
Your heart beat speeds up and you tug on the collar of your shirt to cool yourself down. 
You didn’t understand, Emily was your best friend. You knew she was a lesbian but you weren’t. You liked men. 
“But you don’t look at the rest of us the way you look at Emily.” Spencer says softly. “You look at her like she’s the sun. Like the world turns because of her.” 
You shake your head. 
No. 
“You love her.” 
No. No. No.
You didn’t. You’d know if you were in love, and okay, so maybe you’d never been in love before but loving a woman had never once crossed your mind. It’s not like you were against it, you'd just never thought about it. Why would you? You dated men. 
…you dated men and felt very little. Your relationships have always been short, and when the men would finally leave you’d feel nothing but relief as if the relationships were draining the happiness out of you. 
But you’d know if you’d like women, surely? Sure, Emily made your heart clench and your stomach swirl. Sure, every time you saw her you’d smile wider and maybe you thought about her often but that’s what friendship was, right? 
You gulp.
Spencer and Penelope were also your close friends, and you did think of them often and enjoy their company but it was different. 
You’d set Penelope up on a date with your friend just like week, but last month there’d been a detective flirting with Emily and you’d been in a terrible mood the entire time. The team had smirked and you hadn’t understood, only thought how unprofessional the detective was being and oh, oh. 
oh.
You loved her.
You didn’t know. 
You really didn’t know. 
No one had told you that this is what it felt like. You hadn’t known. 
A hand on your arm jolts you, and brings Emily’s concerned face into focus. “Hey, are you okay?” She asks, brows drawn together.
A couple of tears had made their way down your cheeks without your permission. Embarrassment burns through you and all that comes out of your mouth is an urgent, “I didn’t know.”
Her frown only depends, rightfully confused, and you don’t know what to say. Too many thoughts rushing through your brain all at once. 
Spencer and Derek stand together a few steps away, whispering hurriedly to each other. You catch your name and Spencer’s worried, “I didn’t think this would be the reaction.” Emily is only focused on you, and doesn’t seem to notice their conversation. 
“What do you need?” She asks, hand still touching your arm and it’s all too much. 
You shake your head, stepping away from the hand that burns your skin. “I just need a minute.” You say, already walking away and into the house where the world is a little bit quieter and there are no watchful eyes. 
You wipe away the tears and take deep steadying breaths as your heart beat slows down. 
You find a glass and fill it with water with shaky hands. You had no idea what happened to your cider. 
You lift the glass to your lips and take a couple of sips, feeling yourself steady even more as you focus on simple actions. You sense when Emily enters the room, able to pinpoint the tread of her boots against the others with ease, and really how had this ever come as a surprise to you?
How had you failed to notice something so glaringly obvious? Emily Prentiss. How many years have you wasted failing to notice her? Going on dates with meaningless men, running yourself in circles and feeling guilty for not feeling enough when that woman makes you feel everything. 
And you weren’t going to waste another minute. 
Your shoulders set as you come to your decision and you place the empty glass of water down on the counter. Emily, equally as tuned to you, notices the change in your stance and from the other side of the room asks, “Ready to talk about what happened outside?” 
You turn around to face her, and your breath catches in your throat slightly. Wow. 
The sun shining in through the window is lighting up half her face, making her dark eyes sparkle more than normal, and bringing out the silver tones in her raven hair. 
“Y/N?” She prompts, brows drawing back together in concern as she approaches you. 
You shake your head, dispelling the thoughts. “We can talk about what happened outside another time. I actually have something else I need to ask you.” 
Emily’s head tilts slightly, confusion masking her expression. “Okay?” 
You blow out a breath, and gathering all your confidence, ask, “How would you like to go out to dinner with me Friday night?” 
“Oh,” Emily smiles, shrugging, clearly still confused. “Yeah, of course, did you want to finally try that new sushi place?” 
You sigh, “No Emily. For a date.”
Her eyes widen, “Oh, oh, uh.” There’s silence for a moment and then “Yes,” As a massive smile spreads across her face and a laugh ripples from her mouth. “What? Are you serious?” 
You can’t help but laugh too, your cheeks warming. “Yes. I’d love to take you out for dinner, if you’re agreeable.”
Her eyes turn soft as her hand reaches out and squeezes your arm, causing butterflies in your stomach. “I would love that more than anything.” 
“It’s a date then.” You smile, eyes dropping down briefly to her lips. 
“It’s a date.” She agrees. 
It may be only five days away but god you would do anything to bend time and move it closer. You’ve waited years, what’s another five days…
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chawsl · 9 months
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It was already prophesied in the bible.
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geekgirles · 1 year
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Okay, but the fact that Adrien was glaring at Lila the entire time she was talking to Marinette??? Vindication from the animation error in Chameleon!
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cuties-in-codices · 8 months
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the locusts from the bottomless pit
"The shape of the locusts was like horses prepared for battle. On their heads were crowns of something like gold, and their faces were like the faces of men. They had hair like women’s hair, and their teeth were like lions’ teeth. And they had breastplates like breastplates of iron, and the sound of their wings was like the sound of chariots with many horses running into battle. They had tails like scorpions, and there were stings in their tails. Their power was to hurt men five months." - Revelation 9:7-10 (NKJV)
miniature in the "bamberg apocalypse", illuminated manuscript, lake constance region, c. 1000-1020
source: Bamberg, Staatsbibliothek, Msc.Bibl.140, fol. 23r
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oillampslit · 2 months
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laumeb · 7 months
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Apokálypsis
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illustratus · 2 months
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Babylon Fallen by Gustave Doré
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schemmentis · 2 months
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Revelation
Anon asked: Prompt: With Jacob living with Melissa, he sees how gay she is around reader and tries to open her eyes for it.
Warnings: None
Word Count: 1.3k
Pt. 2
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“So…” Jacob drawls as he brings the last of the dirty dishes in from the living room. “When are we gonna talk about it? Because I kinda can't pretend I'm not seeing what I'm seeing at this point.”
“What are ya talkin’ ‘bout?” Melissa questions. A stern look at him for his not forthright way of speaking. “Talk about what, kid?”
“Y'know…Y/N.”
“What about Y/N?” Melissa rephrases her original question as she takes a step away from her sink. A hand on her hip as she outright glares at Jacob now. Irritated at his still beating around the actual topic, and now that he's bringing you into it too.
You were the newest member of their little Abbott crew. Still, you had been around long enough that they all knew you fairly well. Melissa, arguably, the most of all of them. Though she wasn't necessarily the warmest person; she certainly was more so than when you had first met her.
You were now a regular on the couch for morning news, at Mel and Barb's table for lunch, and the game nights the red head sometimes hosted. The crew, especially Janine, had wanted it to be held more often. Melissa maintained once a month was more than enough to invite them all into her space after school hours.
She stands even more firm on that stance now that Jacob is staying with her. She's grown more fond of him in their short time so far as roommates. He'd surprised her on more than one occasion for some of the things they had in common. The sharing of Real HouseWives goes a long way just by itself. Still, she wasn't about to invite anyone in any further.
Except, when she wasn't paying attention she already had. You had taken the spot right behind Barbara of being her favorite. Some days, you surpassed her work wife too.
She raises an eyebrow when Jacob still stands across from her in the kitchen. Game night had just ended and he was kindly helping clean up afterward. Then he had to ruin Melissa's mood by implying something about you. She still didn't understand what the younger man was trying to get at as he stumbled over the start of his next sentence beneath her glare. She knew, though, if it was anything bad about you she was prepared to make it however long they stayed sharing a living space hell for him. Even if she did like him.
“Would you just spit it out?”
“How much you like Y/N, is what I was trying to say. I didn't realize how close you two were until now.”
Melissa scoffs. This is what he had gotten her worked up over? She tugs the dish towel slung over her shoulder off to toss it onto Jacob's. “You dry.” She mutters, turning back to her sink to begin washing the used dishes.
“Of course I like Y/N. I don't see what the big deal is.” Melissa says after a moment of washing in silence.
“I knew you always picked her to team up with on game nights, obviously.” Jacob says as he dries the plate she's handed him. “And how you guys are at school and all. I just never noticed the other stuff until staying here.”
“What other stuff, Hill?”
Jacob's brow furrows, realizing Melissa really doesn't see it. “You talk to her every night on the phone.” He says, gently setting the plate into the dish rack before taking the bowl she's holding out to him. “Even though it's only been a few hours since you saw her last.”
“So?”
“I mean, do you do that with Barbara?”
“No, why would I? I'll talk to her in the mornin’ or Monday, whatever. Whenever we're at school next. Unless somethin’ bad's happened.”
“Right…” Jacob trails off, trying to navigate the conversation carefully. Part of him worries he's reading too much into things. The other part is worried he's already irritated the redhead just by starting this conversation and if he is right it's clearly going to be a revelation for Melissa.
He clears his throat, trying another approach. “Do you and, uh, Barbara do anything on the weekends?”
Melissa gives him a side eyed look. A little bit like he's dumb for asking. At least, he's sort of used to that one from her. “No. She's got church and Gerald.” She says like that's obvious and he should know that.
Which, he does know. He shifts the piece of silverware he's drying to the dish rack. “Last weekend you went to the movies with Y/N.”
“Yeah, she wanted to see Barbie. Again. She insisted it's different at the theater.”
“The weekend before that you went to the farmer's market together.”
“I'm not gonna pass up fresh produce, especially the peppers. I can use those in plenty of dishes and you get twice as much than at the supermarket. Besides, Y/N is always looking for fresh, local honey. New vendors, too. If somebody new is at one of the local markets then she's gotta go check it out.”
Silently, Jacob is begging Melissa to get his point but he can see she really isn't.
“You don't think it's…different with Y/N?”
“It's different with all youse.” Melissa answers as she shoves the last cleaned plate into Jacob's hands, frustrated at his prodding. “I ain't with you like I am with Barb and I'm not with Barb like I am with Y/N. What's it matter?”
“It doesn't.” Jacob answers quickly. At least, it doesn't in the way he can tell his questions are beginning to stress Melissa out. He certainly isn't judging, or trying to.
He thought Melissa at least had an idea of the different way her relationship with Y/N was when he first brought it up. He thought he had just caught onto something that was being kept private. Now, though, it's clear to him that Melissa hasn't even considered that relationship to this level.
“I just noticed you guys…spend a lot of time together is all. I thought…” Jacob stops himself from finishing his thought. He doesn't know how Melissa will take it now.
“You thought what?” Melissa presses, wiping down the kitchen counter. She doesn't turn to him but Jacob can hear the glare in her tone.
“I thought you guys were…seeing where things were going.” Jacob hedges.
“What's that even ‘spose to mean?”
“I thought you were dating and just not ready to tell everyone yet.” Jacob finally says plainly.
“Dating?” Melissa echoes, turning back to face Jacob now. In half a second, she gauges his seriousness. He means it. “You thought me and Y/N were, are, dating?”
Jacob shrugs helplessly. “Yeah. You two are just kind of…always together.”
“Well. We’re not.” Melissa says sternly.
Jacob nods. “I get that now. I won't just…assume next time?” He hesitantly promises, mustering a smile he hopes will disarm Melissa's demeanor. “For what it's worth, you guys would be good together, though.” He adds, making his way out of the kitchen to put away monopoly still left out on the coffee table.
Melissa stares after Jacob. He's disappeared from sight but her eyes remain on the space he had stood in before. A knee-jerk part of her says it's ridiculous he even thought the two of you were dating. A larger part acknowledges how he could have thought it.
She takes a deep breath, turning back to the sink. She lets the dirty dish water from the sink. She wipes the faucet and edges before wiping down the metal of the sink once the water’s drained. She drapes the dishrag over the metal divider between the two basins.
Her hands brace against the edge of the sink. A dim metal thunk when her palms hit it with small force. “Shit.” She’s falling for you.
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cakemousse · 1 year
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i'll never abandon you 🤝 i love this girl
parallels we love to see
thank you @bananagreste for coming to my aide and @little-mari-on-a-roof for the translation in revelation 💕🥰
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saytr · 11 months
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If Adrien told Marinette right away
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leonardospoetry · 1 year
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This one was inspired by a dream I had.
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pleaseletmecomehome · 6 months
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12/09/23 -- Entry/Update/ Prayers
Firstly I want to say thank you, again, for all those who expressed their concerns, but please just think about saying some of these prayers--worst that can happen is they turn out to be a bunch hooey from a weirdo--best that can happen tho? The world just might be okay thanks to the collective efforts of some prophets, a messiah, and some tumblr blogs. Okay, peace be with you, please read more below.
I do want to warn people, this is probably gonna be another long post--I don't want to put a read more, because frankly, I know, from experience, that most people don't bother with reading under the read more--so I'll just lay this all out here.
This is just a recording of some of the prayers I have made today--things probably won't make much sense to most of you and that's okay--I'm really just documenting this journey somewhere electronically so that if my prayers and art and signs get burned up in a fire or taken by a tornado or any number of other disastrous things that can happen to physical media--I will have a backup and can begin to make sense of the puzzle once more.
Here are the prayers that come with each picture--I hope you will say more on my behalf and that you will find comfort in knowing that the Messiah is out there--He tends His flock even as He speaks in riddles. God Bless Him. I wish I could give you His name--but He needs no extra attention--He knows who loves Him--He knows what must be done in His name.
You can kinda see the prayer that goes with the first picture--which is like a cat/deer thing starved and crucified--but doesn't it look blissful? Anyway, the prayer says--"I will be crucified with my Love,/ my Lord,/ my Messiah,/I will do this with love in my heart.
The second image is a rat/pig creature, also starving and working out on an exercise bike. The screen I drew (which you cannot see in my poorly uploaded screenshots--sorry; I'm very technologically behind...) says 45 minutes remaining. The prayer that goes with this one is: "I will conquer gluttony, but will not deny myself so [far] as to be prudish and cold--I will do this for You, You my Messiah, my sweet Lord--I will do this to prepare for all the good of the world--to prepare for the showing of Your impenetrable love; Your mysteries are only my Glory to solve."
The last image is of a goat/man/deer thing also starved--also crucified but this time on butterfly wings and he is bleeding from his stigmata. The prayer that accompanies this reads as follows: "I will become Your Angel, I really will if You'll just give me the tools--all I want to do is save the world with You--all these messages that I spread will reach those You intend to find them and to find me. They will be used for the ultimate good. Please Lord, don't let these efforts be in vein, let these do some actual good so that the world might be saved."
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Red vs. Blue: Revelation episode 7 "And Don't Call Me Shirley"
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dee-morris · 7 months
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Hey Remember When Neil Blew Up the Fandom?
I realize that this does not narrow it down lololol.
Let me be more specific. Remember when someone asked Neil if Aziraphale is an alpha (????) and he said he's the alpha and the omega?
It was great fun watching people freak out over the fact that Fandom Dad might know what omegaverse is (he totally does) but I just realized that what he said was a literal fact.
In Revelation God tells John, "I am the Alpha and the Omega" meaning she is the beginning and the end of everything. It's generally interpreted to mean that God the Father is the beginning and Jesus is the end.
Aziraphale was present at the start of humanity: he knows about the earth project and his use of "we" implies that he's working on it the way Crowley is building the stars and such. And his job in heaven will be to oversee the second coming. He was there for the beginning and he'll be there for the end. The alpha and the omega.
Is that why Metatron pulled him back to heaven??? He needs him there for something. I thought it was just to keep him under control but maybe there's more to it than that.
You know a guy is a good writer when even his jokes keep me up at night.
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twiggy-in-pink · 3 months
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jpechacek · 1 month
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and they had a king over them, which is the angel of the bottomless pit, whose name in the Hebrew tongue is Abaddon, but in the Greek tongue hath his name Apollyon
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