#clxricestarling

[masonverger-rising]

I want you (to be run over by a stampede of hysteric bison)

...

Ms Prurnell,

While I sincerely appreciate all the good work that your office has done I have to express concern at the lack of oversight on your agent’s mental wellbeing. I am disappointed, more than upset by the series of abusive and harassing messages that I have personally received from one Agent Clarice Starling, and I only hope that your office can see to it that she receives the help that she so obviously needs.

Mason Verger

PS You will find enclosed my staff’s records of her harassment of me, do let me know if there’s anything else you need to see.

[notashumansare-archive]

I suppose we all play parts.

“Where do our roles end, Clarice--and where do we begin? Sometimes masks become who we are, too. Am I a monster dressed as a person, or a person clad in the finely tailored suit of a monster?”

There’s a meaningful pause at that as he seemingly contemplates a response to his own inquiry, gaze flicking upward in thought. His eyes flicks quickly back to her then. 

“Is Agent Clarice Starling a role you play? Do you prepare yourself every day, immerse yourself in the persona and then unwind when you return home? Or is that truly you, Clarice?” 

[anthonyxdimmond]

Are you trying to steal my man?

Lets play 20 questions, the first 20 asks I get sent I will answer, no matter how personal, creepy or sexual

Steal? No.

Borrow, certainly -- share? With great pleasure.

[mooringsbuiltonsand-blog]

＃

19. Lock And Load Montage

Starling’s the better shot of the two of them- by far. Will’s got a rotator cuff issue and some past difficulties pulling the trigger. Or pulling it too often- think of Hobbs. FBI standard issue is a 9mm Glock. A boxy thing, more plastic than metal, lightweight. Fits easy in a hip or chest holster. Easy to conceal. Will loads it in his sleep by now, bullets in the cartridge and one in the chamber.His personal gun is a Browning pump action shotgun, kept under his desk on a mount. Meant for shooting coyotes and deer. It’s got kickback to hell, and it’s not easy to use. But he’s precise with it. He’s killed coyotes at the treeline to stop them hurting his pack. Hauled it out with him when Randall Tier- well. Didn’t use it then.That he’ll have to carry. Strapping a shotgun to your back is an incredibly stupid idea. Hard to access, and reaction time is vital. “Armed to the teeth,” he mumbles under his breath. “You ready, Starling?” 

[mooringsbuiltonsand-blog]

clxricestarling: 

[Text] You’re right, I was looking forward to it. [Text] But I think you’ve got your plate full, sir. [Text] Sorry, that sounded…weird. [Text] How are you holding up?

[Text] Accidental cannibalism pun or freudian slip, Starling? [Text] That being said, it made me smile. [Text] I’ve only been awake a few days. I’m. [Text] I’m not doing well.  [Text] Honestly, the flood of messages earlier was the product of morphine. For that I apologize.

[mooringsbuiltonsand-blog]

✉

Send me a ✉ and my muse will send yours a barrage of text messages. [Text: Starlin’] This may sound strange, and come out of nowhere, but.[Text] You’ve always been one of my favorites.[Text] And I’m sorry I won’t be able to give the class the lecture I promised on misogyny and objectification in criminal psychology.[Text] I understand you were looking forward to it. [Text] I hope losing a professor doesn’t set you back too far. [Text] I saw you and a few other students sent a card to the hospital.[Text] You must be forgiving to give a card to a murderer.[Text] I’ve been- flooding you, I’m sorry. [Text] Just. Promise your professor you’ll stick to your studies.[Text] You’re going to go far.

[i-let-him-kill-me-blog-blog]

※

Send ※ for my muse to push yours against the wall, Send ⁂ for my muse to react to yours shoving them against a wall.

It was less of a push and more a a gentle yet firm maneuvering. Hands on her shoulders and his head lowered to give the impression of intimacy. His eyes slid to the side to focus on Krendler and their gazes locked. Will wasn't much for masculine posturing, but if it meant that shithead kept his hands to himself, he'd give it a damn good go.

The challenge was set and for a moment Will thought the other man (you're married, come on...) was going to rise to it. But soon Krendler broke eye contact and slunk away.

"I hate these work parties... You ok, Starling?"

[drdumaurier]

[text]: Is there something I should know?

     [text]: About?