Maura & Jane | Rizzoli & Isles 2x09
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One Nice Bug Per Day

if i look back, i am lost
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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almost home

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Maura & Jane | Rizzoli & Isles 2x09
Rizzoli & Isles Season 2 Promo #4 - Speed Dating
two women can be friends, i can accept that as a truth, but whatever the fuck maura and jane had going on was definitely soulmate-isms (and not the platonic kind).
New tattoo! The more ink she gets the hotter she is to me.
Don't interrupt them from kissing💋
A big comfy hug makes way for sweet dreams 💕
happy pride month :)
Korrasami + the rainbow pride flag
ketchup and mustard yuri + screenshot redraw
happy event ladies
Rio is gonna say "te veo" in the final episode and its gonna break my heart
"I have a heart. It's black and it beats for you." I beg your motherfucking pardon??????? This would have been less gay if they had scissored on screen. I watched this scene like seventeen times. From now until October 30th Agatha All Along will be my entire personality
Simply CAN NOT get over the look on Rio’s face when Agatha walks away. She clearly wanted to kiss Agatha but couldn’t stand not telling her the truth a moment longer. Agatha is her scar. A constant reminder of all that’s been broken.
This was probably the first hug they'd had since Nicky died, and you can tell how much they missed eachother.
Imagine you're a 400+ century old witch and you somehow end up falling in love with the female embodiment of death, who then has to take your son's soul after he dies, which results in you hating her. Now, you're trying to get your power back, and after years, and i mean YEARS, of not seeing her, she comes along the journey to help you and your coven get to the end of a death mission. You know what she is, you know why you don't like her, but you also know that beyond that you can never hate her. She's the only woman you've truly ever loved, and just her touch can drive you crazy. You spend each day thinking of and yearning for her, and then when the teenager you've taken under your wing almost dies, you plead with her not to take him. She does this for you, she doesn't take him, just for you. And in a campfire circle surrounded by your newfound family, she tells them all of a woman she once loved, who she is physically and emotionally pained by everyday, knowing that she hurt this woman more than she can ever explain, and more than anyone can ever imagine. She says this woman is her scar, a mark of failure and devastation she has to carry with her for the rest of her life. This woman is you. You leave to breathe, knowing it was you, knowing that just the simple word "loved" coming out of her mouth when she was talking about you made every bone in your body ache for her. She follows you, puts her hand on your back, and you can't help but to pull her in for a hug, it feels like heaven, like you're soaring above the sky with nothing else in the world but the two of you, and you realize you haven't felt the gentle touch of this woman since what happened. In your moment of longing and desperation, you cup her face, and you pull her in for a kiss, not only inches apart, but centimeters. A single breath holds her apart from you, and all those feelings you have for her rush back to you in an instant. She embraces it, but pulls back at the very moment. She knows you are vulnerable, she knows you're in pain, she knows you're not ready to feel her again. So she says your name, and she looks at you the way she always has. She didn't have to say it for you to know she loves you, and you weren't sure if her reluctance made you love her or long for her more, or both.