Into The Gotchaverse

Perfect choice, @hotchley​! Love that episode, Penelope is so sweet and strong and brave! Love how Hotch unquestioningly gives her the time off, as he gets that she has to do this for her own closure/healing, even though it’s not what anyone else on the team would do. The last few minutes always make me cry!

🌺 as cm episodes?

Oh this. This I like :) and also, every single mutual got cast as one because you all have one that fits, which is why it's so long!

🌺and cast your mutuals as (i have always wanted to do this)

@louisaland as Burn because of how good and forgiving Penelope Garcia is

@infinite-tides as The Fisher King Part One because of domestic Hotchley

@hotchsbabygirl as Beyond Borders because Matt Simmons is who I (for some reason) associate you with

@bus-kids as Painless because of the Moreid prank war

@willowrose99 as It Takes A Village because it was such a good team-centric episode

@jetaime-jespere as Lauren for reasons that do not need to be explained i.e. Emily getting hurt and angst potential

@pyrrhichotchniss as Run, also for reasons that do not need to be explained but include Emily being pretty

@caitlinnann as The Last Word because baby Emily and her first episode

@whump-town as The Bittersweet Science because Hotch crying

@electricsockhead as Amplification because... Moreid

@lumosemily as Hope because Penelope Garcia is beautiful and the bookend quotes were like your messages to everyone

@temily as Route 66 because Haley Hotchner supremacy, and she looked beautiful in that episode (as always)

@hqtchner as L.D.S.K because of the graphic/comic thing you did for it that gave me a new appreciation for it

@ellyhotchner as Extreme Aggressor because my babies (and in love Hotchley)

@transpenelope as Boxed In because what else would you be? (I mean that as a compliment!!)

@garcias-bitch as Damaged because of the Chester Hardwick scene(s?)

@84hotpockets as Natural Born Killer because of Hotch backstory!

@suckerforhotchniss as In Name and Blood because of the apartment scene

@kamiamaya as About Face because Hotch got a hug from Rossi

@eprcntiss as A Family Affair because there's so much unrequited love

@cmhotchniss-blog as Minimal Loss because Emily got hurt and Hotch looked so upset

@sodone-withlife as The Lesson because that was such a fucked up but fascinating case

@anastasiahotchner as Zugzwang because of all the intellectual references they made that I did not understand at first

@olivinesea as Brothers Hotchner because of that little glimpse into Hotch's childhood and the implication that he was a "difficult" kid

@masterwords as Lofi/Mayhem because MORTCH!

@willlemonheadsupremacy as Pleasure Is My Business because Megan Kane

@hotchgan as 100 because of the pain

@whoreforthebauteam as Gatekeeper because of the ending in the bar

@themetaphorgirl as Memoriam because Spencer's childhood

i'm hosting a first anniversary sleepover!

This moment on the show encapsulated their whole relationship perfectly. Almost no words necessary to communicate all his gratitude and thanks. And yes, it’s the first time in a decade of partnership that they’ve hugged. Such a powerful moment in the show that gets me teared up every single time.

Criminal Minds rewatch William Reid

I am currently re-watching Season 4 and have got to the start of the Riley Jenkins episodes.

I am struck by Diana’s repeated assertion of “ You were in danger. A mother knows” and how it could relate to William Reid potentially sexually abusing Spencer, which has been discussed here in quite a lot of detail. He comes in, sits on Spencer’s bed and Spencer pretends to be asleep, plus some other details I cannot recall make it seem “off” , coupled with Spencer having completely blocked out his childhood and perhaps now, subconsciously pinning the blame on the male he is genetically related to for Riley Jenkins is his way of dealing with it. The fact that William just leaves and that Diana, in her lucid moments, never thinks to have Spencer spend time with him just makes me suspect that perhaps she thought William could be molesting Spencer. 

Pretty in Pink? More like Handsome in Red!

You didn’t see my ball, did you?

Just a little ( well, quite big, really!) piece I wrote as I wanted more to this episode.

Missing Scenes from Sophomore Jinx

Just after Maureen sneaks down to help with dinner prep

« Lizzie, honey, can you go get Maureen for dinner, please? » Elliot asked his youngest child, as Kathy began dishing up the steak and fries they were having.

« I can do it, Dad! », Kathleen volunteered, as Lizzie scampered upstairs.

« Sweetheart, if I wanted to call Maureen down by standing at the bottom of the stairs, I’d do it myself. » Elliot replied, musing that Lizzie was the only member of the family that Maureen was currently speaking to and therefore the one with the highest chance of getting her to come down for dinner.

« Come on, Maureen, it’s steak and fries! If you don’t hurry Daddy will steal your fries! » Lizzie pleaded, knowing full well that Maureen always complained when their dad did that.

« OK, fine, I’m coming » Maureen grumbled.

« How about you sit next to Daddy for meals now? » Maureen suggested as they made their way downstairs to the kitchen, knowing that her place at the table was sought after, nay, coveted, by all her siblings, and when she agreed to swap with them, it was a big deal. 

« Yeah, Mo! Thank you! But does that mean you don’t love Daddy anymore? «  Lizzie questioned, eyes wide with surprise at her good fortune, but her tone was worried, as the tension between her big sister and their father was palpable.

«  He’s just being a total douch… uh, dope! » she corrected herself, not wanting to get in even more trouble for using «  bad language » in front of her younger siblings. And was it really bad language is it was the truth, she mused.

When she and Lizzie reached the table, Maureen grabbed her plate and  her sister’s, swapping them around before either of her parents could scold her. She banged her plate down loudly and proceeded to keep her eyes on it as much as possible throughout the meal. 

« Lizzie, please ask the man sitting next to you for the salt » she asked, stabbing her fork into her steak as if she were trying to kill the cow it came from. 

« Maureen… » Elliot began, before falling back into silence as Kathy reached over and put her hand on his arm, shooting him a look.

« Here, honey » he continued, handing the salt cellar to the daughter sitting next to him.

« Thank you, Daddy », she replied, before handing it to her eldest sibling.

Dickie and Kathleen glanced at each other, both equally  as uncomfortable with the unusual quietness that had descended upon mealtimes a few days ago.

As soon as Maureen had finished her bowl of chocolate mousse, she got up from the table with her glass, bowl and spoon, pulled open the dishwasher violently, slammed everything in so it clattered loudly against all the other utensils and plates that were in there. She then pushed the door shut with a crash, and stomped all the way upstairs.

There were a few seconds of respite, before her bedroom door banged shut loudly. 

Elliot sighed and met his wife’s gaze again. He knew he’d come down too hard on his daughter, but backing down now would just give her free rein to do whatever she wanted and get into who-knows-what kind of trouble. If only he’d taken 5 minutes to talk to her when he’d caught her sneaking out… 

Later that evening

« I’ll take the other three to school tomorrow, El. Maybe if you’re in an enclosed space together you’ll be able to talk to Maureen » Kathy said, rubbing cream into her hands.

« OK, I’ll try anything at this point, baby. Am I really so much of an ogre that she can’t talk to me? » Elliot sighed, slumping down on their bed.

« Elliot, honey, you’re a cop and she’s a teenager who is growing up and pushing you off the pedestal she’s had you on. You’re not an ogre, but she’s extremely stubborn… Can’t think who she gets that from » Kathy responded, trying to reassure her worried husband.

« Hmm, yeah, me neither, only 3 out of 4 of our kids are… » Elliot mused.

The next morning.

« Maureen! Breakfast! Now! » Kathleen yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

About 30 seconds later, Maureen stomped down the stairs, flung her school bag into the hallway next to the coat and shoe closet and entered the kitchen.

She grabbed her glass from the table, made her way to the fridge to pour herself a glass of juice, which she downed, before putting her glass in the sink. She also took out a yoghurt, which she placed on the table before sitting in what used to be Lizzie’s seat. She grabbed a banana and glowered at the other 5 people who were also eating their breakfast.

« OK, Kathleen, Dickie and Lizzie, we’re going in 10 minutes. That means teeth and hair brushed, coats and shoes on and bags and lunches properly packed, ready to go, alright? » Kathy declared.

A chorus of agreement from the children she had addressed echoed around the table.

« Wait a minute, Mom! What about me? » Maureen exclaimed, mouth and eyes opening widely.

« I have an errand to run after dropping your siblings off at school, so your dad’s taking you » Kathy explained.

Maureen’s eyes narrowed, her free hand formed a fist and she banged it on the table.

« Mom! No! You can take me too, or I can get the subway. I’d rather walk! » she said, frowning deeply and a look that could kill in her eyes.

« Maureen, the high school is in completely the opposite direction to school and the bank, but it’s on the way to the precinct. Your dad’s taking you and that’s the end of this discussion » Kathy replied, trying her best to keep her tone calm and even.

« Fine! » Maureen humphed, shooting daggers with her glare at her mother.Several minutes later, Maureen tidied up after herself, then made her way upstairs to clean her teeth and check her hair and makeup.

When she came back down, she called out « I’m ready! », grabbed the car keys off the hook in the hallway that was marked with a D, picked up her bag and went to sit in the passenger seat of her dad’s car. She would normally have tossed the keys to her dad, and they would have made their way outside together. 

Once she’d got her seatbelt on, her father emerged from the house, holding his briefcase, sunglasses on his nose and house keys in his other hand.

He deftly locked the front door and got into the driver’s seat. As he put on his seatbelt, he glanced at his daughter.

She swiftly turned her head, finding the view out of her window suddenly fascinating.

This would normally be a special father-daughter moment, with Maureen choosing the music and them either both singing along (well, more Maureen teaching him the lyrics, occasionally letting out a « Daddy! Those aren’t the right words! » if it was a song currently in the charts. Or they would just chat, usually teasing each other affectionately. 

The radio remained untouched, and the silence between them was deafening. 

The journey to Maureen’s school seemed to take an eternity, though all the lights were green, which put paid to his plan to try to initiate conversation when the car was not in motion.

When they pulled up to school and she got out of the car without even saying goodbye or even looking at him, Elliot decided he had to take action.

« Maureen! Wait a minute! » he called out.

She stopped in her tracks and looked at him, annoyance written across her face and the look in her eyes as cold and hard as ice.

At the precinct

« Yeah, we’re OK now, baby. I think we covered all the bases of a reconciliation as she said sorry, I told her I loved her, we hugged and had a proper goodbye, so I call that a success. Kathleen has swimming tonight, right? And Dickie’s been really keen to go to that indoor play area with the climbing wall and ball pit. I know I said I’d take him at the weekend, but could you take him and Lizzie there? I’ve missed hanging out with Maureen, I think we could do with a bit of uninterrupted bonding time… We can pick up dinner if we head out somewhere, if that helps? » Elliot said, well aware that this was a big but necessary ask.

« Yeah, sure, El. Lizzie’s got a playdate, so that’s perfect. Maybe Dickie will actually burn off some of his energy and we’ll have a quiet dinner, hmm? » his wife replied.

« Well, miracles can happen! See you at 6 at home, then? And thanks, baby! » Elliot answered, looking forward to having some quality time with his eldest child.

 They exchanged I love yous and hung up.

Outside Maureen’s high school 

The final bell of the day rang out, and, seconds later, a tsunami of chattering students spilled out of the building, flooding the steps and the area in front of the entrance. Elliot stood a little taller next to his car, seeking out his daughter’s golden hair and bright, tinkling laugh. She emerged, arm-in-arm with her two best friends, Hannah and Sophie. They were giggling about something. Hannah looked over in his direction, nudged his daughter, pointed to where he was standing and asked her something. Her face clouded with worry, wiping the smile from her face and dulling the joyous sparkle in her eyes. She exchanged a few words and quick hugs with her friends before dashing over to him.

« Daddy! Hi! Is everyone OK? » she gasped, slightly winded from her sprint.

« Yeah, everyone and everything are fine, honey. I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry. » Elliot explained, gently placing his hands on her shoulders. She squeezed him around his middle and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

He smoothed her hair and cupped her face with his hands, just like he had that morning.

« Everyone else is out until dinner time, so how about we do something together? We could even go to the mall if you want! » he told his daughter.

« But Daddy, you hate the mall! You call it a bottomless money pit! And anyway, it’s a school night and I have a ton of homework, so can we just go home, please? » Maureen replied, flashing her father a happy smile.

« As you wish », Elliot declared, opening the passenger side door for his daughter.

She grinned at the quote from one of her favourite movies and got into the vehicle.

Elliot got into the driver’s side and they headed home.

At the Stabler residence.

« Thanks Dad! » Maureen said, as Elliot handed her a plate of apple slices spread with peanut butter and a handful of crackers. She placed the dish next to her glass of chocolate milk and returned her attention to her Latin homework.

Her father finished preparing his coffee and came to sit at the table opposite his daughter and her gigantic pile of books, papers and pens. She certainly hadn’t lied when she’d told him she had a lot of homework, but then again, she was the one who had pushed to be able to take as many AP classes as she could. 

« Ugh! Why did I choose to take Latin as well as French and Spanish? All the languages are getting mixed up in my brain! » she muttered, mostly to herself. 

« Want some help, honey? » Elliot asked, frowning slightly at his daughter who put so much unnecessary pressure on herself to do everything perfectly and for whom a B+ was a disappointing grade. That was all Kathy, she had definitely been the better student between the two of them. If only she could transfer some of it to Kathleen, who was content to do the bare minimum and just scrape a C.

Maureen nodded and handed him her Latin flashcards.

« OK, the verb to love in the present tense. You’ve got this, sweetheart » he said, gently encouraging his daughter. 

Maureen took a deep breath, then looked at him blankly.

She shook her head in despair. 

« Want a clue? » Elliot offered.

« Yeah, thanks » Maureen replied.

« Who are you? » he asked.

« If I am an El, you are a… »

« Amo, right? » Maureen giggled in spite of herself.

She thought for a second, recalling the verb that she had committed to memory perfectly days before.

« Then it’s amas, amat… » she continued, making the shape of a church with her fingers for the first one and pointing at the rug in the hallway for the second.

She finished conjugating the verb perfectly then moved on to her Spanish vocabulary.

She teasingly corrected Elliot’s terrible accent, which was completely justified, in his opinion.

Once she had finished, she read through her English essay. It was only a second  rough draft, and it wasn’t due for another couple of weeks, but she wanted to get it underway.

Once she was satisfied with her work, she neatly put all her things away in her bag, which she placed in the hallway.

Then she turned her attention to the kitchen counter and her father, who had started preparing dinner. Elliot silently handed her a red bell pepper with a smile, and she busied herself finding a chopping board and a knife before joining him in the cutting up of vegetables for the pasta sauce they were going to be eating.

They chatted aimiably, Maureen giving him some of the gossip from school, how the football team were doing, explaining why she never wanted to be a cheerleader, that she wanted to do more actual writing for the newspaper, as how was she ever going to be a journalist if she never got any writing experience? 

Suddenly, the doorbell rang. 

« Keep an eye on the pasta, please, Mo? » Elliot asked, as he made his way to the front door. 

If he were a betting man, he would put money on it being his second eldest daughter, who was seemingly trying to not only beat the Olympic record for her butterfly, but also for the number of times house keys were forgotten.

He checked the peep-hole, his suspicions confirmed and opened the door to Kathleen. Mrs Simmons, her friend Ashley’s mom, honked her horn and waved at him from her car, before driving off.

« Kathleen! You know the point of having house keys is that you take them with you, right? » he remonstrated.

She dumped her backpack and her sports bag in the middle of the hall and sighed dramatically.

« Sorry, Daddy, I’ll remember them tomorrow, I promise! » she replied, turning as if to go upstairs.

« Uh-huh, that’s what you told me twice last week and yesterday, honey? One of these days, you’re gonna come home and no-one will be in. What are you gonna do if you don’t have your keys, huh? » he reproached her. 

«  Go to the neighbours’, stay with Ashley and her mom til someone comes home, go see if Mom’s taken Dickie and Lizzie to the park… Or yeah, I could just remember my keys! » she declared, taking note on the disapproving look on her father’s face.

He ceremoniously handed her the keys hanging on the hook marked with a K, jangling the big metal K, the Jets logo and a chunk of moonstone on a chain that were attached to the keychain.

As she rose after crouching down to put the offending item in her school bag, 

Elliot cupped her face gently.

« Let’s try this again, OK? » , he announced.

« Hi, honey », he continued, before kissing her forehead.

« Hi Daddy », she replied, before launching into a recap of her swimming training where the coach had praised her improved technique in butterfly, which she had practised on Saturday morning when they had gone to the pool for their one-on-one Daddy-daughter quality time. 

Elliot grinned at her, gave her a thumbs up and a high-five, before sending her upstairs to shower ( and hopefully put her swimming stuff away, but that was almost certainly wishful thinking on his part).

He returned to the kitchen and resumed his culinary tasks.

Maureen had set the table, and everything was on the stove, where it could be kept warm until everyone was back and ready to eat.

Kathleen arrived from upstairs, hair damp and wearing her checked blue pyjamas. 

She curled up on the couch, and as she picked up the remote, Elliot asked her if her homework was done. She replied in the negative, whining that  all she had to do was reading for tomorrow.

« Well then, Kathleen, I think you can guess what your options are? »  he replied.

He could practically hear his daughter’s eye-roll from across the room. 

«  Ugh, yeah, do the reading or help with dinner. Fine, I’ll do the reading! » she declared, making a big show of getting up and retrieving the novel from her backpack. She theatrically collapsed into the couch and began her assignment. 

The sound of the front door opening was followed by a rush of fast footsteps and an exuberant shout  of « Daddy! » that could only come from his little boy.

He turned the handle of the pan that was full of bubbling pasta sauce just in time to avoid it going all over his son, who he picked up to hug.

Of course Dickie hadn’t taken his coat or shoes off before greeting him. 

His little boy was chattering about how he had « the best day ever, Daddy! » because he’d climbed right up to the top of the climbing wall, had jumped higher than a kangaroo into the ball pit and had run so so fast in the race he’d taken part in at recess. Elliot carried him back to the hallway so he could take off his outerwear and put it away correctly, like his youngest and his wife were doing. Dickie had been peppering his mostly one-sided conversation with kisses to his father’s cheeks. Elliot returned the gesture, before placing him on the floor with precise instructions on what the next steps were. 

Lizzie hugged his legs and he bent to kiss her hair with a « Hi, pumpkin. Good day at the office? » which made her giggle. She nodded and made her way to the living area to do some reading, colouring or quiet playing until dinner time. Dickie followed behind, pretending to be a dinosaur.

He  finally greeted his wife with a kiss.

« Lizzie and her friend, Charlotte,  ended up coming to the soft play too » she explained.

« I’ll let you guess which one of our children did their homework quietly then sat and drew pictures or played in the pretend kitchen area and which one decided they will be retiring at the end of first grade and wanted to show everyone their pterodactyl impression » she continued, as she and her husband made their way into the family room.

Kathleen and Maureen were bickering, Dickie was running around, squawking loudly and Lizzie was carefully placing her rabbit family of Calico Critters in their tastefully decorated home. 

It was noisy, chaotic but full of love and laughter, and Elliot just loved it. He was looking forward to have Maureen back in her usual seat at the table and to hear her talking to everyone again. 

Maureen and her dad

Don't you understand? You're innocent, but the world, it's what I see day in, day out. You want to sneak out in the middle of the night, have a little fun with your friends. I end up picking up your body parts in the middle of Jersey.

SVU 1x06 Sophomore Jinx

1) Nothing, in a bit of a slump!

2) The Friends We Keep by Jane Green.

3) Some of the newer fantasy books ( Leigh Bardugo, VE Schwab...)

4) I have a book by Hank Green ( brother of John) that looks right up my street

5) I don’t think so.

6) Anne of Green Gables series,  Little Women and sequels are both regular re-reads. Babysitters Club and Nancy Drew, plus the Sweet Valley Twins series. I have by no means read all of them, so would happily do so if I were given them/found them available cheaply.

7) I love the Percy Jackson/Trials of Apollo/Roman god companion series, they appeal to my deep deep love of mythology. I think the Cormoran Strike detective novels are great too, hope there’s another one soon!

8) Fantasy! But I have not read much sci-fi...

9) Nothing for the moment ( damn my slump!).

10) Oh yes, especially when a version comes out just before the film and it has the lead actor on it! It hinders my ability to picture the character properly! I have definitely been turned on/off by a pretty or ugly cover too-I’m evidently a very visual person!

11) Yes, a JK Rowling one, her first or second adult/non Harry Potter book. Not her Cormoran Strike ones, written under a pseudonym.

12) Yes! John Barrowman, Michael Caine, Lauren Graham... Biography: Marilyn Monroe, if that counts.

13) Don’t mind, but prefer biographies as they are more objective.

14) Fiction!

15) Chick-lit, YA, crime... Impossible to choose!

16) biographies, travel journals ( love Bill Bryson), origins of words/expressions/language evolution and usage...

17) not usually a big fan, it has to be social history ( women’s rights, fashion, food) rather than political and have engaging characters to follow. Tracy Chevalier does this well, I liked Jessie Burton’s The Miniaturist too, and possibly a Philippa Gregory too.

18) Read the book first, unless I am unaware that a book version exists ( First Wives Club). This means I have the right to complain when characters or settings on screen do not match the picture I had in my head, and I get annoyed at all the side plots/minor characters that were glossed over/written out...

19) Paperback

20) Yes, most of my collection is on my e-reader!

21) one very small one, due to having a Kindle!

22) By order of purchase on my reader!

23) Buying on my e-reader, as they are often cheaper than the paper versions, and take up far less space! Otherwise I try to get them second hand/previously owned.

24) Fairly happy to, although I have lost some for good, unfortunately!  25) I try to look after them as best as I can, but I often eat or drink while reading, so they sometimes get a bit dirty, oops!

26) To Kill A Mockingbird has a special place in my heart. It was assigned summer reading but we ended up studying a different text. Captain Corelli’s Mandolin I read the summer I finished my GCSEs and I still love it, even though I ended up studying it for A-Levels!

27) Love stories that end tragically, parents losing a child, abuse, friendships unravelling...

28) A happy ending, strong (female) friendships coming through, an unexpected love interest....

29) Gone With The Wind. I think the copy I had was 600-800 pages.  30) I’m most like Meg and Beth from Little Women , would love to be friends with Anne Shirley, adore Atticus Finch, and think Peeta from The Hunger Games is my kind of guy too.

Book Ask

What book are you currently reading?

What book did you recently finish?

What’s a book that’s been on your to-read list for a long time?

What’s the next book you’re hoping to read?

Is there a book you own, but aren’t planning on reading?

What was your favourite series as a kid? Would you still read it now?

What’s your favourite series now?

Fantasy or sci-fi?

What’s a book you want to buy?

Have you ever judged a book by its cover?

Have you ever bought a book because of who the author was?

Have you ever read a celebrity memoir? If so, whose was it?

Are you a fan of autobiographies?

Fiction or non-fiction?

Favourite fiction genre?

Favourite non-fiction genre?

Historical fiction: yea or nay?

Do you read the book or watch the movie first?

Paperback or hardcover?

Do you read e-books?

How many bookshelves do you have?

How do you organize your books?

Do you prefer borrowing books from friends, borrowing books from a library, or buying them?

How willing are you to lend your books to other people?

In what condition do you keep your books?

What’s your favourite book?

What books can always make you cry?

What books can always make you smile?

What’s the biggest book you’ve ever read, and how many pages did it have?

What character do you connect with the most?

✨I started two jobs, one nannying, just before lockdown started and one in a crèche, during lockdown!

🌸 going back to work after nearly 2 years of unemployment!

☁️ More travelling!

🥂seeing my parents for Christmas 2020!

😐 hunting for food or household essentials that were out of stock!

🌄 N/A

🎬 Onward was the most memorable, in early 2020. Oh, and Little Women. I saw them both twice! There was a period of a few weeks when the cinemas re-opened and I went to see everything I possibly could during that period, even if they were all rubbish!

📈Lots of arts and crafts with the children I nanny, writing more letters, writing fanfiction...

📖 Circe by Madeline Miller. Interesting to hear a mythological tale from a strong female perspective,  beautiful writing and just a great read!

🎼 Not really!

📆 April, with the birth of my nephew, or June/July, when I found out my brother had got engaged! August was good too, as it was my month off work and I had a month at my parents’, watching TV, eating home-cooked meals, swimming and walking.

☀️ My nephew being born in April, brother’s engagement in June/July!

❤️ favourite meal out of 2020: going out to celebrate my brother’s engagement with my parents, brother and future sister-in-law in August!

📝 that magpies steal eggs from other birds’ nests! 

💥that I miss seeing people sometimes, even though I am really good at and enjoy being on my own. Also that I need to go to the cinema a lot!

🌈 my brother’s wedding, if it goes ahead, and a proper family Christmas!

🔥 N/A

⏱ I guess, as what is considered late for some people/cultures is on time for others!

2020 asks 😄

✨ whats the most "unprecedented" thing that happened to you this year? lol

🌸 whats something youre proud of for accomplishing?

☁️ whats something you wish you couldve accomplished?

🥂 most exciting thing you did?

😐 most underwhelming thing you did?

📸 post a picture from your camera roll.

🎬 did you watch any new movies this year? what movie(s) would you have preferred seeing in a theater?

📈 any new hobbies that you took up? or old ones that you went back to?

📖 did you read anything particularly interesting this year? why was it interesting?

🎶 did you discover new songs or artists this year? write a two-sentence review for your favorite one(s).

📅 favorite month of 2020?

☀️ favorite event of 2020?

❤️ favorite _____ of 2020?

📝 whats something you learned this year?

💥 whats something you learned about *yourself* this year?

🌈 what are you most looking forward to in 2021?

🔥 ask me for my opinion on something.

🕐 bonus: do you think time is a social construct?

marjorie - taylor swift

hi im doing an experiment rb w ur zodiac sign element (water/fire/earth/air) and whether the physical element itself is the one ur most comfortable interacting with