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erin-austin:

Erin glanced up at Gianna, smiling a little. “I guess I just like trying to do things on my own.” She murmured, taking a sip from her drink. “I was living with Raf, but… I don’t think it’s gonna work out.”

“Don’t fear the hand that tries to help, cuz. Fear the teeth behind it,” she answered, lifting her drink, the ice swirling in her glass. “Why not?”

audreyjxmes:

“Yeah, that sounds like a good plan. I just don’t really see myself as a killer I’ll leave it to the professionals.”

“Then it isn’t a problem if Hank kills him or not.”

willowbradbury:

A soft laugh escaped Willow’s lips, eyes on the other woman as she moved closer. It felt good to laugh. To joke. With a delicate breath she blew on her hands, rubbing them together to warm them in an exaggerated show of professionalism. Willow’s fingers rested gently on the woman’s neck. “Definitely alive,” she smiled coyly, “though I am worried about that low heart rate.”

Gianna smiled as she inched closer towards the woman. “Any recommendations on how to get my heart rate up?”

#me too me too

joshuabreckinridge:

❝I didn’t even get to dance.. it really could have happened later that evening..❞

“What, not enough dancing on the job? Tell you what, Old Man. You can dance for me,” she joked.

willowbradbury:

Willow sat at the bar, glass of whiskey before her. She seldom drank, but after the week she’d had, she needed one. “I swear it’s been months since I’ve seen natural sunlight, yet alone worn anything other than scrubs.” Her eyes watched the text scroll across the silent television overhead, something about yet another murder. “Sometimes I wonder why I even bother trying to keep up with this Castle/Montgomery war. Is anyone in either family still alive?!”

Gianna placed two fingers on her neck. “Still have a pulse, but you’re the doc here,” she assumed, moving two seats over. “You tell me. In your professional opinion.”

erin-austin:

Erin had been scrolling through her phone, looking at apartment listings. “Why are apartments so expensive?” She sighed, sitting down on one of the bar stools at Ephesus.

“You’re a Monty, Cuz,” Gianna answered, slipping into the stool beside her. “All you’ve got to do is ask.”

mosaaic-archive-blog

❝Well.. now I hope this party will be more of a treat than the last ones..❞

giannamontgomery-blog

“Everyone keeps saying that. I personally had a blast.”

coral

If you’re looking for sympathy you’ll find it between shit and syphilis in the dictionary.

David Sedaris, Barrel Fever (via hooking)

#muse #found this gem

audreyjxmes:

“Don’t get me wrong, I’d love nothing more than to see Reed put ten feet underground. I just don’t want Mr. Selleck to be the one to do it.”

“In that case, if he’s still alive, now’s the perfect time to do it, isn’t it? While he’s weak."

sunfilledhalo

“….Vince?” There he was, her savior. An uncle who took the title of head of the family had managed to do something not for his empire, but for the ‘family’ he saw himself as in charge of. Gigi spoke of how Vince found her, something that her sister was unsure of herself, but for once Stefanie did not care how she was found. Her eyes shut at the mention of the video before she turned on to her back and then on to her opposite side. Stefanie had turned her back to her sister because it was easier for her. Her hands rubbed against her arms slow at first before the movement increased. She had created friction to be rid of that person’s restraints. If she could burn away the mental image maybe it would no longer be real.

Faster and harder; harder and faster. She had done it before to her knuckles. Forced them down and then back up against the wall. The sting of pain before the blood started. The sting kept her awake as best as it could. The images she saw had more strength than any Montgomery or Castle that wanted to prove themselves. Castle and Montgomery names would never hold as much power as the hallucinations brought on by the morphine.

She could still smell the blood that coaxed her hands each time she looked down at them. She could still feel how cold his arms were before he let go. How stiff his hand was when she tried to make him stay. How her legs ached when she ran after him. The pain that followed after he head hit the floor. She had wished for it to stop. Begged and pleaded till her throat was dry and the muscles there were so strained she thought she would never speak again.

Just like in that hell, her pleads would not be heard. No one saw her pain she carried around with her. They all saw shading in the light and called it her shadow.

giannamontgomery-blog

Something in her broke when Stefanie turned. Failure. Gianna inhaled deeply, her palm pressed against her cheek, wiping away the tears that fell as she tried to gather herself. What else were her hands good for if she could not save Stefanie? Failure. What good was her wit when Vince was able to outdo her in a single day, whereas it took her a near thirty? Failure. She couldn’t save Stefanie. She couldn’t even tell when her father was ill and dying. She could do nothing. Failure failure failure.

Gianna rose to her feet. She reached her hand out, to touch Stefanie’s shoulder, but couldn’t do it. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she heard an officer shouting. ‘NO TOUCHING.’ Gianna retracted her hand, her fingers enveloping into a fist. Stefanie always knew what to say on the other side of the glass wall, or in the visitation room, whenever they were allowed that luxury. Yet when she stood on the other side, watching her sister in pain, every solution seemed inadequate. Still, nothing would not suffice.

“I’ll leave,” she told her. “You need some rest,” she went on, her voice soft, though colder than before, like their mother, when Stefanie was a baby, crying as their mother attempted to place her to sleep. She didn’t deserve to be there, or to be anywhere near Stefanie, not when she couldn’t help her. Her mouth opened once more, though no words fell, just a silence as she grasped for anything she could offer. She could do nothing.

“You’ve been through a lot, Stefanie. But you’re strong. And I don’t mean because you’re a Montgomery, but despite it,” she told her, the last bit she could offer.

Gianna turned towards the door thereafter, deciding that she would be back, but never when Stefanie was awake. She failed her sister and there could be nothing that could forgive that.

#bye heart

cassandra-bennett:

“Do you have any suggestions? Because I think I could go all night if needed.”

“Oh baby, I’d love to see you try. Come dance with death if you haven’t had enough.”

#in which death = her costume ie grim reaper

audreyjxmes:

“What’s there to celebrate? I thought we were supposed to have fun, not watch people try to murder each other.”

“No one died,” she reasoned. “Probably,” she went on, as an afterthought. “You can’t tell me you don’t think he deserved it.”

audreyjxmes-blog

“Has anyone noticed how every time someone throws a party bad shit happens? We should just stop having them and quit trying to fool ourselves into believing we’re even remotely normal to celebrate anything.”

giannamontgomery-blog

“Bad shit? I feel like throwing another one to celebrate the last one.”

jeremyaxstin:

Jeremy opened his eyes confused by his surroundings. A woman entered the room seconds after his eyes shot open. Her attire, her demeanor, everything screamed at him what she was but he just couldn’t bring himself to find the word. She looked over at some people who were close by, He’s received extensive damage to his temporal lobe, and that was all he heard as she continued to explain. The boy tried to move his hands, but none would work the way he wished them too, no matter how much he tried to move them, they would only slightly respond.

The nurse explained the medical facts, his condition and how they predicted the next forty-eight hours to play out, though Gianna only heard one thing. Another Montgomery in a hospital bed. She was getting sick of finding her relatives here. “Hey Boy Genius,” she said, speaking soft as she placed a vase of roses by his bedside. “You’re missing out on all the family fun,” she told him as she arranged the flowers. “Good thing half the family’s decided to relocate here now,” she muttered, speaking more to herself now, still unaware of Jeremy’s opened eyes. “You’d think it’s barbaric if you heard. But sometimes we have to be.”

cassandra-bennett:

“Well that was indeed an interesting night.” Cassandra laughed some, enjoying the high that she was feeling briefly. Yes, she shouldn’t feel this way seeing as Aaron was now in a very dangerous place. But she wanted something else now.

“So quick to call it a night already? Who says it’s over?”

#we should plot #also so many hearteyes for natalie dormer

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