#theciaanalyst

[weaponsdonotweep]

@theciaanalyst gets a random starter from outraged allie

“Can you STOP being so bloody...bloody PERFECT! For five minutes! No one is that selfless, not without being on drugs or under the influence of something else, and unless you’ve been popping antidepressants on the down low, which you haven’t, then something is up! So what is it huh? Magical artifact? Brain tumor?”

[victrxss-blog]

@theciaanalyst

“I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that you’re BACK. I saw you, when you...died. I held your hand.”

[featheredhcpe-blog]

      head  is  bowed ,   undeserving  of  his  touch.  after  all  she  had  put  him  through ,   it  was  a  wonder  that  he  was  wiling  to  suffer  such  closeness.  a  feeble  sniff  as  her  gaze  drifts  north  toward  the  exposed  bricks  inside  their  temporary  hideout ,   purposely  avoiding  direct  eye  contact  with  ryan  ----      knowing  all  too  well  that  even  just  a  second  of  it  would  cause  her  to  crumble ,   which  was  not  a  luxury  that  she  could  afford.  (  not  with  nikita  gone.  )          the  somber  form  of  michael  crosses  the  path  of  her  view ,   caught  in  a  holding  pattern  ---    constantly  pacing  back  and  forth ,   like  an  aircraft  awaiting  permission  to  land.

          “ if  i  know  nikita ,   it’s  unlikely  we’ll  find  her  until  she  WANTS  to  be  found. ”    voice  is  husky ,   buried  beneath  a  whisper  to  ensure  that  michael  would  not  hear.  an  admission  of  defeat  meant  only  for  ryan’s  ears.

                                          ┊█ ¦    ‘ light & dark ’  ( ryan fletcher )

[spirareee]

‘ i want to believe that we got it right this time. ’ ( you know who this is for. P.S AHHHHHH IVE MISSED YOUUUUUU!!!!! <3 )

    ❝  &&  i  want  to  believe  that  this  place  could  be  anything  other  than  a  weapon. ❞    razor - sharp  tongue  moistens  lips ,   cracked  and  pale.  a  girl  brought  to  her  knees  by  the  very  institution  they  were  discussing.    orphaned ,   and  force  fed  a  string  of  poisonous  lies ,   and  then  asked  for  its  trust.         ❝  but  if  nikita  believes ,   then  ——  here  we  go.   ❞

light and dark starters ! !  accepting

[factsfirst-blog]

@theciaanalyst continued from (x)

Greta squinted at him, considering her options. This wasn’t a story she was willing to just let go, everyone was too silent for her to believe she wasn’t onto something, but it was going to be hard to prove without a single source that would speak up. She reached to the middle of the table and clicked the stop button on her tape recorder. “Level with me, off the record, am I anywhere close to the truth on this?”

[weaponsdonotweep]

WHAT’S THAT?

IT’S @theciaanalyst ‘S BIRTHDAY AGAIN?

WELL I DO BELIEVE IT IS!!!

Clicky the read more to read my heartfelt letter detailing my undying devotion to you on this, the bestest of days, my bestie boo’s birthday.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ROSIE!!!!

Dear Rosie, 

As I sit down and write this letter I’m finding myself feeling oddly sentimental. I remember cursing and screaming at tumblr last year trying to get this damn hellhole of a website to work while I wrote my list of all of the things I loved about you (also, before you wonder, all those things still apply so if you doubt my love for you go reread the list. It applies all day, every day.). I remember screaming at you for about an hour wishing you the happiest of days while wishing I could be there in person, making a mental list of all the birthday things I’m gonna throw at you when I’m there for your actual birthday (no fighting it, this is gonna be at least a few years in the making so start preparing yourself now). 

Here we are a year later and somehow you mean even more to me than you did a year ago. Not sure how that happened because last year I felt like you meant the world to me and now you still feel like you mean the world to me, but after sticking around for OVER A YEAR (you’re crazy, you know that right?) it feels like...more? You mean TWO worlds to me now. You’re the older sister (ONLY BY A FEW MONTHS) that I always wish I had, the best friend I’ve been praying for over the span of years and the one person in this entire world that I trust wholeheartedly without a shadow of a doubt. Calling you a ‘best friend’ pales in comparison to how I feel about you but English is a stupid language and so that’s the best I’ve got. We can discuss more terms after you read this if you’ve got any bright ideas yourself. I’m sure there’s some foreign language out there that sums it up perfectly but neither of us has the foreign language skills to pull that out of our hats, so until then I’ll just keep an eye out on tumblr for some pretty post that has the word we need. 

You’ve seen me at my best and you’ve seen me at my worst, and even lower than my worst when we both thought it couldn’t get any worse but it did, and you loved me anyway and are still here for me. I can’t tell you how much it means to me that even despite all of my craziness and fucked up issues, you still stand by me and you still care, and you’re always there for me. I don’t have a lot of people in my life that I feel that I can depend on but you’re at the top of that very short list and have affixed yourself there with super glue. I only hope that over the span of what I hope to be a life long friendship (I mean, I only plan on getting out of it in a body bag but if you want to jump ship...) I’ll be able to repay you for everything you’ve done for me. It won’t be nearly enough or equal to how you’ve been for me, but I can pray that it’ll be a fraction to show you how important you are to me. 

I know we’re far away and I know that sometimes it’s difficult not to be there directly for each other, but I know we’re gonna get there soon. In planning my future house, I’m already designing your wing of it. It’s gonna have room for your doggos and your books and what I assume is gonna be your insane tea collection. Because I’m not losing my dream of having you get your British ass over here so you can come live with me. Preferably forever but we can work out the details later. Of course when we become rich we can always just buy a private plane and fly out to see each other all the time but that may be difficult because, as you know, I’m not a patient person and it’s a long ass flight with no way to talk or see you. That doesn’t sound creepy and stalker-y/ too attached does it? Because if it does it’s all a joke! Yes! Hahahahaha one...big...joke.... >.>

And despite the fact that you don’t like Star Wars...or Taylor Swift...and haven’t played Mass Effect... it doesn’t even matter because it never stops us from having a thousand things to talk about. Do you realize that on a good day we talk a good 16 hours straight??? Do you know how crazy that is?? Now that doesn’t mean I want to stop! I just can’t believe we talk that much! I also wonder if it sometimes sets me up for failure because going from talking to you all day ever day, to skipping an hour or two leaves me in anguish and makes me wonder if it’d be better to back off. Hahahaha who am I kidding? You’re my bestie, I’m not backing off. I’ll just have to work on building that house faster so I can talk to you for 16 hours straight in person. Although my jaw is starting to hurt just thinking of it...are your ears hurting from thinking of listening to my Taylor Swift sounding voice for 16 hours? It’s understandable if so, mine are hurting from thinking of listening to myself for that long. I’d totally imagine listening to you for 16 hours straight except I still don’t know what you sound like. Just throwing that out there casually. Forgo me a physical Christmas present this year and just send me a video of you talking and I’ll be happy. I’ll get to see you and hear you! Double win!

This letter kind of went off the rails and went from overly sappy and serious to just crazy (I’m still wondering if that’s a tinge of bipolar) so lemme try to sum this up in a way that sounds good: I love you. You mean the world to me. Even when I’m a bitch or difficult or whatever other words, I hope that you can hold on to this fact. I know we’ve had our issues and I’m working on them albeit slowly, but I hope that I never make you wonder if I actually do love you. I am there for you through thick and thin, no matter what goes on with you or me or the world. You are my platonic soul mate, my other half (and better), the Elizabeth to my...I can’t remember her name at this moment but she’s Lizzie’s best friend and becomes Mr. Collins wife, the Fred to my George, the Libby to my Lauren. 

I love you for forever and a day and hope you have the best birthday ever. 

Koala besties forever and ever,  Your Bestie Boo

@theciaanalyst

[weaponsdonotweep]

@theciaanalyst BECAUSE SHE’S A STUBBORN SAUSAGE

“When did you fall in love with me? Or realized that you loved me?”

[weaponsdonotweep]

@theciaanalyst liked the sc!!

“Afternoon Mister Fletcher. How are we doing today? The nurse on duty said you hadn’t taken your pain meds yet, any particular reason why? Your PT said you didn’t do as well today, you were much shakier. Any chance it’s because you’re off your meds?” Allison holds up the bottle and shakes it, giving what she hopes is a tempting gesture.