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@hispartner
legacyplayed:
❛ next time you hide something from me, i don’t care what the fbi says. i’m kicking you off the case. ❜
@hispartner !
❛ you tell me how that works out for you, lieutenant detective. ❜ there’s an uneasy shift in her hips despite the bite of her retaliation. it’s not a fear, but it is a discomfort. she doesn’t like him-- never has, never will. ❛ if you can’t handle the fbi doing it’s job, then maybe I should remove you from the case instead. ❜
And she was truly a puzzle, but God forgive anyone who mistook her for a game.
Sophia Carey (via wordsnquotes)
❛ –––––– But I ask you, if you have learned anything on your journey of discovery. As the old adage goes, “Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice, shame on me.” The situation you find yourself in is, but of trust, so I ask you, have you learned to trust me ? MAKE YOUR CHOICE.
sharedskin:
@hispartner // every breath you take sends you further back.
he’s safe now. his mind’s telling him otherwise, still caught so deeply in the bloodbath he’d just walked out of, but the flashing lights of the police cars and the paramedics tending to Emily and Shelby ( he’d insisted they be taken care of first ) help cement the reality that, yes, he’s safe and sound. there won’t be any more blood spilled tonight, his or otherwise. his abdomen is still throbbing from the incision, the key that has yet to be removed, and post-surgical stitches, but his other injuries have been banished from the forefront of his mind. right now, they don’t seem that important, even the bones beneath his palm that have splintered from the metal rod he’d willingly forced through them, or the hand-sized patch of skin that’s been scalded from his neck. it’s only when the young agent before him repeats his name that he glances up, taking a sharp inhale as he jolts back to reality. ❛ i– i’m sorry. i didn’t —– wasn’t listening. ❜
she’s never been good at this; being on the scene, surrounded by bodies being wheeled out in bags and the smell of blood and sweat permeating the air. she’s been at it for five years, and as much as she’d like to be, she’s still not immune to it all. especially when she has to handle it on her own and without the strong stoicism that she’s used to having by her side.
it’s a lost feeling -- standing in the middle of it all and wondering where to start and what to observe. it’s been some time since she’s been on the job again after the incident that had immortalized itself in the scars on her face and neck. it’s good to be back, but it’s almost as if she’s new to the job again. it’s her first time back on her feet.
focus. brown eyes observe the man in front of her, shaken, burnt, and bleeding. William Easton is gone, and Lindsey can’t blame him for trying to escape reality at a time like this -- after all that he’s gone through.
❛ no, it’s alright, take your time, ❜ it’s a gentle urge, ❛ Special Agent Lindsey Perez... is there anything i can get for you--? ❜
I care. I always care. This is my problem.
so tired (via atychiiphobiiaa)
stater call // @sawvictim
❛ you’re here because you got lucky. we could have just charged you without offering a way out, so I wouldn’t push your luck with an attitude. ❜
it’s definitely an out of place offer. very rare was it that they bust someone and then offer them an out in way of a job, but Adam has a talent-- one that the FBI would be stupid to turn down at a time like this.
❛ you wanna take the stalking charge, or do you wanna partner up with us? get some dirt on some suspects for us? that’s right up your alley, isn’t it? ❜
starter call // @keptsecrets
❛ Mr. Branson? ❜
when the opportunity had arose, she’d opted to take this one without the aid of her partner. victims were her specialty, and she’d always been better at the heart-to-hearts. at connecting and being sensitive. Strahm had always been more of an interrogator, as it were.
she allows herself in after the short grace period of silence that followed her gentle knock on the cold door frame of the hospital room. she’s always invading spaces, feeling the fleeting guilt that comes with intrusion before brushing it off in favor of professionalism.
❛ Special Agent Lindsey Perez-- ❜ she presents herself with the brandishing of a badge. it’s protocol. ❛ I know that this isn’t ideal, but I have just a few questions for you, if you would be willing to help me-- help us. I want to catch the man that did this to you. ❜
I WANT TO PROTECT YOU FROM EVERYTHING. MY GREATEST FEAR IS THAT THERE WILL COME A DAY WHERE I CAN’T. // indie blogs for peter strahm & lindsey perez of the saw franchise. written by cole & kendra.
if you are a mutual and you would like a starter, smash that mf like button!! please let me know if you want it in the SAW verse, or in your verse!
how did you get a concussion playing COD i am v. intrigued
omg. ok. so it was like 3 in the morning and i was sleeping over at my friend’s house, and we decided to play COD bc we’d never played before and we thought it might be fun to dick around on the voice channels.
so we were playing around, playing shinji voice clips from neon genesis over the microphone? and we played this ridiculous scream and the lobby just went deadass quiet. and this guy w/ a rly deep voice just went ‘shit, son.’ and i fuckin lost it. i laughed real hard, my head went back and i hit it super hard on the solid wood frame of the couch.
i was a fool and went to sleep like an hour afterwards bc i didn’t know i had a concussion
KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.
Repost, don’t reblog.
– BASICS.
NAME: kendra PRONOUNS: she/her SEXUALITY: pan/grey-ace TAKEN OR SINGLE: taken by that nerd, @foundhim <3
– THREE FACTS.
ONE: i love to tap dance! TWO: i love whale sharks so much... THREE: i once got a concussion while playing Call of Duty
– EXPERIENCE.
HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): too many..... PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: gaia, deviantART, msn, AIM, skype, tumblr, discord BEST EXPERIENCE: i’ve had so many and met so many great people!!
– MUSE PREFERENCES.
FEMALE OR MALE: i tend to lean towards female muses both in canon and oc circumstances? i could probably count the amount of male muses i’ve had on one hand FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: all of it... gimme all of it PLOTS OR MEMES: i prefer plotting, but i certainly won’t turn down memes/prompts! LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: both are great! i’m just super slow sometimes rips BEST TIME TO WRITE: no time in particular! just whenever i’m in the mood! ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): maybe sometimes! i’m not sure if i’m very similar to lindsey at all, but for a lot of my other muses, yes. i tend to get muses for characters i relate to or have some sort of emotional attachment to.
Tagged by: i stole this from @lacksmotive / @foundhim Tagging: anyone who wants to!
foundhim.
rest doesn’t come easily anymore. it’s become a foreign concept, something he ought to attain and yet always remains just out of reach. it only comes when he catches a criminal, puts a man or woman behind bars where they belong, never again to lay a hand or a blade to another human being’s flesh with ill intent. he knows he looks tired – even without the dull ache in his bones, the briefest glimpse in the mirror of the bags encircling his normally bright blue eyes tells him that. ( he doesn’t necessarily want to go home. there’s nothing there to greet him. ) ❛ speak for yourself, ❜ he replies, absently thumbing through the contents of a manilla folder. ❛ you’ve been here just as long as i have. ❜
❛ yeah, well, i’m not a grumpy old who needs his sleep, ❜ it’s an easy retort and she spits it quick as she reaches out to pluck another folder from the mess of confidential case files splayed out in some sort of organized disarray on the desktop. it only takes a quick shuffle through to elicit a sigh from her, eyes too tired to process something so professional.
she knows he doesn’t want to go home. everyone does. no one at the bureau is a stranger to Detective Strahm’s all-nighters and late evenings. doesn’t make her any less concerned.
❛ how about some help? ❜ if she can’t get him to leave, she might as well stay.
@foundhim.
it’s a gentle knock; knuckles barely grazing the frame of the door before she allows herself entrance into the office lit only by lamplight and computer screens. to others, it might appear forbidden territory, but Strahm’s office as always been hers too (despite his occasional protestations).
❛ of course you’re still here, ❜ she chides her partner perhaps a little more quietly than necessary. A hand brushes the back of his shoulder as she moves past him to perch against the heavy wooden desk, folding her arms across her chest.
❛ go home, Peter. you need the rest. ❜
I WANT TO PROTECT YOU FROM EVERYTHING. MY GREATEST FEAR IS THAT THERE WILL COME A DAY WHERE I CAN’T. // indie blogs for peter strahm & lindsey perez of the saw franchise. written by cole & kendra.
