; weeps i found this amazing rpg, the exact type that my rp dreams are made of, but i'd probably have to make this blog extremely selective, private & on semi-hiatus to manage a character for said rpg. i just want it so so so so so bad. it's a progressive horror plot, where everything is blissful in the beginning, and it turns horrible. and they are opening now and i just ;^; weeps so hard i need this
ok I’ve seen this like 8 times on my dash and ignored it but now I finally watched it because I was like “okay this has to be SOMETHING good because everyone I fucking follow is reblogging it”
I was not fucking let down at all.
He tried to follow her even as she pulled away,
akin to a touch-starved house cat seeking atten-
tion, or a plant leaning toward sunlight. Even as
she did pull back, their faces still just inches apart,
his fingers lingered on her skin, at the fine hairs at
the nape of her neck, feeling her pulse flutter against
his fingertips. Patrick’s breath came a bit short and
slow, but his eyes met hers, and a smile pulled at
his mouth again.
"I’ll certainly keep that in mind." He wasn’t really in
the mood for the movie anymore, honestly. All he
could think about was sweeping her up off the sofa,
taking her back into the bedroom, and making up
for lost time. But that was a bit fast, probably —
they’d have plenty of time for that kind of thing later,
when they both weren’t terrified of this new territory.
So he let his fingers trace over her neck, down her
shoulder.
"We should have done this years ago. Just imagine
all the time we’ve wasted.”
It was all she could do not to shudder at the fingertips
running down her skin. She was not sure if it was the
tickling sensation, or if it was the pure intimacy that
lingered in the touch. Either way, she found it hard to
swallow. His words caught her attention, however, and
she was soon debating them silently.
'Years ago', he was looking for Red John. Fueled with
hatred and determination, it had been hard getting close
to him whenever a new development had been made in
the case. For months, he had disappeared. No word, no
text, no sticky note. Nothing. And she had been left with
her worries, until he had showed up out of the blue. It had
been a con -- a game -- that had been played on, not just
her team and unit, but on her, too. If only that had been
his only trick, but that was the point, wasn't it? It was
always endless games with him. Lies.
She hated lies.
It was their luck that he had become a more honest man.
"I don't think it's wasted," was her final reply. Always so
honest, Teresa did not feign agreement when she was, in
fact, happy with the way things had turned out. "Red John
needed disappear first. And then the FBI needed to be dealt
with." A small, careful smile had never left her lips, but now
it grew, fueled by the teasing words she sent his way seconds
later, "Although, I wouldn't have complained if you saved
me from Pike a little earlier." Pike was a good man, of course;
she wouldn't allow herself to commit somewhat to a man,
who was not worth it. But he was no Patrick Jane.
Her fingers tapped against her thighs
as she shifted , still a little uncomfortable ,
she prided herself on being in control of
situations , but one surefire way to rile
her up was talk about her father in a bad
light. Playing with some of her hair, she
looked over , with a short nod, some of
the tension leaving her as they pulled
out of the parking lot.
❝ I like keeping things verbal.
Just — this time I had to get
a little physical. She’ll survive.
Probably have a black eye though. ❞
A cop she might be, but Lisbon had never been
a big fan of violence. However, she let it slide
this time. Charlotte seemed genuinely riled up,
and even Rigsby had bashed a suspect's head
into a desk once. Granted, he had been under
hypnosis, but he had some control over himself.
For a few seconds, the air was heavy with silence.
"Where do you want to eat?" she asked, effectively
breaking it.
for the man with haunted eyes, out to kill his enemy. for the woman, who stands by him through it all. for the man, who needs to learn how to love again, and for the woman, who is growing tired of waiting. for patrick jane & teresa lisbon.
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*read more for sample lyrics.
i. david.
i try to keep my conscience clean // i try to keep myself out of your bad dreams. // i wanna hunt like david // i wanna kill me a giant man // i wanna slay my demons // but i got lots of them.
ii. i hurt too.
when you're weary // and haunted // and your life is // not what you wanted // [...] i hurt too. // even though you are drowning in the valleys of echoes // i believe there is peace in those hills up ahead.
iii. willow tree march.
you fall through the trees // and you pray with your knees on the ground // for the things that you need // with your lust and your greed weighing down // and you weaken your love.
iv. deep water.
it's deep water, driving rain // and all i can remember is a cold // another burned out lover who was begging to leave // she said, "why wouldn't you tie your soul to me?"
v. follow you down to the red oak tree.
see i have not, i have not grown cold // i have stolen from men who have stolen from those // with their arms so thin and their skin so old // but you are young.
vi. yesterday was hard on all of us.
cause if it's the same as yesterday, you know i'm out, just so you know // because, because our paths cross // yesterday was hard on all of us, on all of us.
vii. i really want you.
i killed a man in a faraway land // my enemy i'm told // i really want you to really want me, but i really don't know if you can do that // i know you want to know what's right, but i know it's so hard for you to do that // and time's running out as often it does, and often dictates that you can't do that.
viii. another love.
and i wanna kiss you, make you feel alright // i'm just so tired to share my nights // i wanna cry and i wanna love // but all my tears have been used up // on another love, another love.
ix. the weight of us.
there's a cold heart, buried beneath // and warm blood, running deep // secrets are mine to keep // protected by silent sleep // i'm not ready, i'm not ready // for the weight of us.
x. more than words.
all you have to do is close your eyes // and just reach out your hands and touch me // hold me close, don't ever let me go // more than words is all i ever needed you to show // then you wouldn't have to say that you loved me // cos i'd already know.
xi. about today.
how close am i to losing you? // tonight you just close your eyes // and i just watch you // slip away.
xii. let her go.
you see her when you close your eyes // maybe one day you'll understand why // everything you touch surely dies. // you only know you love her when you let her go // and you let her go.
xiii. wonderwall.
by now, you should've somehow // realized what you gotta do // i don't believe that anybody // feels the way i do about you now.
xiv. for you.
if i talk real slowly // if i try real hard // to make my point, dear // that you have my heart // here i go // i'll tell you what you already know.
xv. bloom.
shall i write it in a letter? [.] // and the trees are filled with memories // of feelings untold? [.] // oh, the whole world is sleeping // and my whole world is you. // can i be close to you?
I just want someone who will kiss me when I’m mad and lets me cry in front of them and buys me pizza and watches scary movies with me and holds my hand real tight even if it’s sweaty and thinks I’m beautiful no matter what I look like and lets me steal their sweaters so I can sleep with their smell on my skin and who laughs at the same things I do and just never lets me go, no matter how hard I try to push them away.
*the first is an actual attempt at Henry twerking, and the other is a looped gif that makes him look slower at twerking. OMG, I’M SORRY FEEL TO SEND ME ANON HATE.
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