#psychwtch

[sasslightertm-a]

your mirror counterpart and Morgan

suggest two people for Chris to have a threesome with || Accepting

     “...Why?”

[aspernamentum]

@psychwtch​

     We like to think that everything has a beginning, a middle, and an end. It’s a simple concept to grasp, but the reality is that life isn’t that simple. When the perfect outro plays, sometimes life carries on. The ending to Jimmy’s story had passed, but the days just kept on passing him by. Another drink, another line, another pill, all just debris from the ending that had came far too soon. He was sat in his underwear on the sofa, his luxury apartment was a mess. Empty bottles, empty cans, his coffee table looked as though someone had thrown flour over the top of it. The silence compared to the thumping bass that had reverberated through the walls the night previous was unsettling. His phone buzzed, a text from his second in command telling him to turn on the news. He did so, he winced at the loudness of the TV. Another bust, another announcement from the mayor. He’d been ignoring his duties, focusing too much on personal matters. 

     He called Steve -- his contact in the NYPD. Steve didn’t pick up, the number went straight to voicemail. He tried Mayor MacGilleain himself, again, straight to voicemail. There was only one explanation. Someone was lining the mayors pockets. Dmitri was a prime candidate. 

     "No one has a soul,” the singer caressed the microphone, the sparkles on her sequence dress were the brightest thing in the smokey room. The music was a welcome change of pace from the thumping techno that had been stuck in his head all day. The Snow White was doused in low lighting, Jimmy sat with some less than reputable characters. “There is no great unknown, it’ll all be gone before you know.” The song seemed upbeat, but as Jimmy listened to the lyrics he became resolute in what he had to do. “I’m going to kill the mayor.” It didn’t come as an announcement, it came so casually as he focused on the singer. “You can’t be fucking serious. Too public. No. Stupid move.” Don Lorenzo was a trusted confidante, he was the man who had allowed Jimmy to become as powerful as he was. 

     “Who runs this city, huh? Just because that pricks got an office. I’ve got a fucking office. Difference is, I bought his. Payed for the fucking carpets -- I put that prick in that fucking office.” 

     “Kid, you got’ta lay off the cocaine. It’s rotting your brain.” From anyone else, this comment would’ve brought about unrelenting fury from Hopkins. “I ain’t gon’na have any part in this.” Lorenzo said, standing up. “Good luck kid. You’re gon’na need it.” Lorenzo had guided Jimmy through nearly every stupid decision he’d ever made, most of the time he was the only one who stuck by him. It was disheartening to know he wasn’t on his side. “I want to be alone.” Jimmy said. The harem of criminals surrounding him dispersed. He needed information, he needed a way in, he needed help -- not that he would ever admit it. 

[hittcr-a]

35. How and why do they internalize knowledge? What effect has that had on them?

meme.

eliot collects knowledge very quietly. he learns by listening, and sometimes by doing. eliot’s the kind of person that collects information as quietly as possible. it’s how he was conditioned in the military. eliot tends to organize it mentally by usefulness. be it regular life use, or job usefulness. eliot very rarely talks about what he knows, how he knows it, and why. he doesn’t like people to know how smart he is or how dumb he is, and he likes having different categories in which he is well versed. it sucks because of the fact that eliot doesn’t share what he knows all of the time, or in fact hardly ever, it lets people believe that he’s stupid. that he’s just the big dumb muscle. which like. it’s good. because people constantly underestimate him. but it also sucks because people tend to think that eliot’s not smart at all. because what eliot classifies as important to know isn’t always what the rest of the world classifies as important to know. usually eliot tries to apply stuff that he learns to survival. that’s how he’s wired. but after moreau he’s started just collecting knowledge just to have it. he knows plenty about fashion and cooking and flying and art, but he doesn’t talk about it because it’s not relevant and usually filed away in his recreational knowledge box. what eliot can talk about is differentiating the sound of bullets and guns from each other, he can talk about the seven different whumpas, he can talk about survival and how long a body can last without food and water and what happens when it goes that long without nourishment. he can talk about what kind of damage different knives do and stuff like that. he doesn’t, unless prompted. but. i think my favorite thing about eliot and knowledge is that he always plays it off like ‘i learned this because i needed to.’ kind of stuff. or it’s super macho. like. fake. but super macho. ‘oh yeah i dated a fashion model. lot of private shows.’ or. ‘i learned sign language because my cousin is deaf.’ or. plays it off like. ‘it’s very distinctive.’ anyway. eliot downplays his own knowledge because he plays his part as the silent, stupid muscle very well. and sometimes it makes him sad that the people closest to him buy it some of the time. anyway that’s all i got for now. thanks for letting me ramble about this.

[riggsanity]

’ No more caffeine for you. ’

“No, see, that is incorrect. As a Navy SEAL, they had us on these high calorie diets to keep up with the demands of the missions and so my metabolism runs faster than your average detective and so while this might be too much caffeine for some, it is not even close to my limit.” Riggs remained oblivious to the run on state of his sentence, words tumbling over each other, as he turned to offer the container to the young woman standing beside him. “Sugar?”

[androidrightsactivist]

5'1 ( hello! )

Height Comparison Meme

[calledelio]

@psychwtch ♥’d this !

‘  some  people  on  this  earth  receive  love ,  get  married,  and  honeymoon  in    cabo .  others  do  not .  some  people  read  alone  on  the  sofa  and  some    people  read  together ,  in  bed .  that’s  life .  ’

[mcneyhoney]

@psychwtch

       there is nothing stefani loathes in this world quite like she loathes normality. you know what   really   pisses her off?  grocery shopping. is there any worse than getting stuck behind  susan and the kids   at the checkout? being rammed by a soccer mom on a mission? that one creepy guy that hangs out in the fruits & veg  a little  too  long? but still, she’s put it off too long and having squeezy cheese and  nothing else  for breakfast for the second time this week was the last straw. 

      she’s in and out in ten minutes, head down, shitty plastic bags bursting at the seems. she doesn’t feel like herself today. the only makeup she wears is red lipstick and brows, in fucking  jeans  and her ex boyfriend’s motorhead shirt, as well as his leather jacket. as the blonde is walking she tries to light a cigarette, the bags weighing down her arms for all of ten seconds before  ccrrRRRRRRSH.    two bags split together. eggs all over the pavement, two weeks worth of food literally in the gutter. 

          all she can do is stand there. every bag is dropped and she bends in two, letting out a guttural  scream.

[holydaychild]

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mines hair.

@psychwtch |  muse reacts  /  soft edition. “And..” Wyatt had random partings of hair in his hands as he looked at a guide he had searched for earlier. “Then just slide this over here..” Pushing it into the other hand but somehow between his fingers? He didn’t understand it completely but it looked like the picture when he held it so he didn’t question it too much. “Now I do that another, what, thousand times?” Leaning back to study his work. It was cock-eyed and multiple strands were poking out at the bottom in a haphazard mess. “Huh..” Wyatt let go of the disaster and ruffled his fingers through her hair, “Nope! Trying again.” That was his tenth try.At least he was putting in an effort.