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❛ It's the middle of the night. What are you doing here ? ❜
; first day was awesome but tiring and now i'm so exhausted i can't even pull myself together to e x i s t.
; 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
Omfg.
OH MY GOD
Well, that was unexpected.
whAT EVEN IS GOING ON>??
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.
Send me a ♬ and I'll create a five song playlist from my muse to yours.
I’m sorry, you must be at least a level 4 friend to unlock my tragic backstory
World Spins Madly On- The Weepies
; notquiteasociopath that's cUTE
Reblog and tag your muse's height
my fingers in your hair || jane x lisbon
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.
{ listen } *read more for sample lyrics.
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.
Don’t roleplay with me; I’ll hurt you on purpose.
OMG I’M SORRY GUYS, I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING!!
*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.
notquiteasociopath replied to your post:; those last two lines killed me. no pun intended.
yOU’RE WELCOME. [throws confetti]