still unware of why

Maeve Clarke Coghlin. Twenty-six years old. Psychoanalyst specialized in anti-social disorder, popularly known as psychopathy or sociopathy, and serial murderers. FBI consultant. Yeah. I am like Will Graham from Hannibal. "It isn't very smart to piss...

[scallisen]

[maeve-clarke]

The only thing in my dash here is the food blog I follow.

[fatfatties]

NUTELLA WAFFLE CAKE

[maeve-clarke]

i missed a lot. i am gonna call the people of my notebook tomorrow. i am so annoyed that it’s taking so long and i didn’t do my school work and urgh just kill me

[maeve-clarke]

samuel-aberdeen i wanna come back to lift it up!

[maeve-clarke]

Update: They got the new part they needed to fix my computer, but it turns out that HP sent the wrong one. I REALLY WANNA CRY BECAUSE 1) I CAN’T BE HERE AND 2) I HAVE TONS OF SCHOOL WORK TO DO DAMMIT.

[maeve-clarke]

who the fuckinh hell made a chris evans? I DONT ALLOW THIS

[maeve-clarke]

Hello.

I know it’s been a while and I honestly miss this. For some of you that realized that I am in my indie but not here, lemme explain. My computer broke down. All my stuff and data is there and I am only occasionally using my mom’s. We are sharing. I have several accounts here and only one there, hence why is easier to be there. I am sorry. I promise I will be back. I love you all!

[jacob-coghlin-blog]

“My wife is the perfect woman for me and I can’t do or ask for better.” he said wrapping his arms around her tightly knowing they’d been through a lot in the past few months. He just wanted her to be happy and feel safe and secure while believing in their marriage. “You want to go to Tijuana? Really?”

[maeve-clarke]

“── I mean... It is still where we got married, even though it was a complete accident.” She breathed deeply, leaning her head against his upper arm. “I just feel like we need── well, maybe I need holidays and just be with you?”

[maeve-clarke]

All replies I know of are done. Let me know if I forgot any? Also, I put another guy out (my girls always get attention, so I feel like I need to put them out more), love him.

[elliot--clarke-blog]

“Fuck it.” El snapped towards her sister, “It’s honestly not a big deal I was simply saying what you and Jake do or more so Jake now is exciting. I’m sorry for bugging you. Don’t worry I’ll leave because after all it’s your house.” she said grabbing her bag and heading out the door. She was tired of feeling like a third wheel in her apartment she needed a new place and needed it soon. 

[maeve-clarke]

“Ours,” she yelled back, standing in front of her bedroom, “it is our house, but be my guest to leave.” She continued yelling angrily. It was pretty tiring to deal with Elliot’s stubborn spirit.

[jacob-coghlin-blog]

Jake rubbed her arms and turned to look at her face, “Sweetheart nothing has to be perfect. We love you the way you are and you don’t have to go through anything special to make our lives perfect. We have what we need and what we don’t we make it work. You’re not failing at anything, you’re human.” 

[maeve-clarke]

“──We’ve been together for a while now and you haven’t noticed your wife is a neurotic perfectionist woman?” Maeve whined, shaking her head to the sides. It was probably her neuroticism, but between taking care of Elliot and trying to make things good again with Jake, after the baby, she was feeling so completely lost and out of touch with herself that everything she tried to do just seemed wrong. “Maybe we should go to Tijuana.” She said, looking over her shoulders.

[jacob-coghlin-blog]

Jake took her tone as a warning sign as he wrapped his arms around her middle. “No one hates you sweetheart, least of all me or your sister. As for Oscar you feed him and make sure he gets outside. You’re his favorite person in this house.” Resting his chin on her shoulder her kissed her cheek gently. “Why do you feel like you’re walking on eggshells talk to me, what’s going on?” 

[maeve-clarke]

Mae rested her hand on his arms and leaned her head towards his. “──  I don’t know, Jake, I don’t know. I just feel like I don’t do anything right. That you both would be better off without me... I don’t really know what to tell. Just every little joke you guys do── it doesn’t always seem a joke to me. I just try to make everything perfect and I feel like I am always failing──”

[elliot--clarke-blog]

El stepped back from her sister taking her paper from the table. “I wasn’t trying to be cruel to you Mae. Honestly I was joking around because you and Jake have jobs that make a difference in the world. If you would stop for three seconds you’d realize that I wasn’t picking on you are trying to start a fight Mae.” El ran her hand through her thick tresses, “Sorry I’m bothering you, I’ll just go get it edited at the library.” El didn’t know what she’d done or what was going on with her sister all she knew was she should leave her alone for the time being.

[maeve-clarke]

Maeve sighed loudly. She was, at that moment, the bad guy. It was ridiculous to feel like that when she was just being real. Maybe her sense of humor just weren’t compatible with her sister, maybe she was just tired of taking responsibility for everything in her house, either way, her goal wasn’t to be cruel with Elliot either. “If I stop── And now I am the unreasonable that doesn’t think before saying, because the things we say have no implications, right!” Mae hissed even angrier, before jumping off the stool and collecting her belongings. “No, please, stay here, I will work in my room.”

[maeve-clarke]

                                                                                  welcome to the new age

→ Maeve left the FBI to focus on finishing her doctorate. She also is working on her private practice. She rarely consults, but help Jake and Dexter a lot.

→ She walks with her dog on the park every day, twice a day, and she takes crossfit and muay thai classes. She also visits a shooting range at least one time a month.

→ One time a week, she started a group session with women who lost their child in order to cope with her own loss.

→ She can be found in the same cafe store during all the week.

[elliot--clarke-blog]

“First of all that bottle is three dollars and delicious from Australia. I don’t know if I’d become a wine snob. I could have done beer making as well.  Second, I wasn’t blaming just you for my decisions, I was blaming you and Jake for having cool stories that I want to be in on.” El played with her hair, readjusting on the couch looking at her sister. “Third of all what’s with you? You seem awfully touchy today. Actually you seem touchy a lot lately….” El looked at her sister tilting her head to the side before shouting. “ARE YOU PREGNANT?!”

[maeve-clarke]

Every word of what she was saying was irritating. It seemed that no one knew her enough to know that she was controlling and although she was relatively easy to deal with, she didn’t like those little jokes that they seemed to love so much. “── No. No!” She said louder. “I am not pregnant! I am just irritated that you think I am touchy just because I think it is ridiculous that you are putting the fault on me and Jake,” she added reluctantly and sighed. “I am being my normal self, and maybe it is not my fault, but CSI. I don’t make them all that interesting.”

[jacob-coghlin-blog]

Jake wasn’t sure what happened he was simply giving her a hard time. “── I was giving you a hard time, Mae. Is everything all right?” Jake stood behind her rubbing her shoulders as he kissed her cheek. “Seafood sounds fine, I can get behind that.” Jake touched his head to hers as they stood there. “You and I saying ‘yes’ is on a whole other level then this.” 

[maeve-clarke]

She nodded. “Everything is fine. It just seems that everything I do in this house is wrong, between you and El──” Maeve paused, “next thing I know even Oscar will hate me. I just don’t know what to do, I feel like walking on eggs all the time.” Mae pointed to the kitchen. “Everything is there...”