You've seen The Mentalist, right?

It's like that. Except that guy's a fake. If I was a fake psychic, it would be eerily similar. A virtual carbon copy. Indie Shawn Spencer from USA's Psych.

[thrillseekings]

        With the celebration of making a new blog, I’ve decided to finally do a giveaway after all this time! Without further ado, here’s the meat and potatoes of this project.

You must be following me! I’m a pretty pleasant person, I promise.

You have to be, have, or have plans for a roleplay blog.

You can like or reblog. (Reblog as many times as you want, but keep your followers in mind.)

Use giveaway blogs if you really want, I mean, I won’t stop you. It’s just some graphics, though, so I’d prefer you didn’t and be in good spirit.

There will be three places, but I’ll add 1 more for every 100 notes the post gets. (Unlikely, I know, but fair.)

Here are some examples of what my graphics can look like (x, x, x) (the one on this post included, obviously) 

           First place:

1 promo banner and post written by me.

30 icons.

either online/offline banners or 20 extra icons.

          Second place:

1 promo banner and post written by me.

20 icons.

online/offline banners or 20 extra icons.

          Third place:

1 promo banner submitted to you.

20 icons or online/offline banners.

Ends May 10th, because that’s the day after my birthday and it seems like a good day to end it. Also because I am impatient.

[wxtsonia-deactivated20180122]

          ❛ Fine, what do you need my opinion on? ❜

[unconventions-blog]

“My bad, I forget that not everyone’s psychic.”

“Why do you think a cab driver would purposefully drive through a park?”

[unconventions-blog]

"I wish you'd jump in the oven. That'd make my life a lot easier."

“That is so totally not true!!”

“You’d have to take me out, so that you could use the oven, and then find something to do with my crispy corpse. It would all be very difficult, I assure you.”

[unconventions-blog]

bold which is most applicable to your muse between the two options!

cold OR hot

envy OR lust

blunt OR tactful

dreamer OR realist

impulsive OR regimented

stubborn OR flexible

sociable OR reclusive

lazy OR hardworking

half empty OR half full

excitable OR apathetic

dependent OR independent

eloquent OR inarticulate

delusional OR realistic

dwells in the past OR looks towards the future

[shouldnt]

the best alcohol is a lot

[thrillseekings]

➟ Maybe you’re the bad guy pretending to be the good guy.

Have you ever thought about that?

[unconventions-blog]

"I wish you'd jump in the oven. It'd make my life a lot easier." [ i had to ]

“What is up with everyone wanting to make Shawn-roast? Seriously. Disposal of a body and cleaning out the oven is not an easy task!”

[pulledfromhellarchive]

       “You don’t get any.                – Besides it’s way funnier this way.”

[unconventions-blog]

        “You’re hurting my feelings. I’m in pain. In case you’re wondering, hurt feelings feel a little bit like cut shoulder tendons.” 

         “It’s your fault if I die.”

[gothetic]

I will kiss the deepest, darkest parts of you and I will plant happiness in your bones. I will kill the demons in your head and I will implant oxygen in your brittle lungs. I will love you forever. I will love you always so let me, let me, let me.

Let me love you, please.  (via rexofsilva)

[kurtwithblaine]

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“I’m coming apart at the seams,  Pitching myself for leads in other people’s dreams.  Now buzz, buzz, buzz . Doc, there’s a hole where something was,  Doc, there’s a hole where something was.”

[pulledfromhellarchive]

        “Totally called for.                – to be fair, I warned ya, Spencer.”

[unconventions-blog]

    “What the hell ever happened to pre-warning-warnings?”

[unconventions-blog]

i really hate to say this and i honestly feel really bad about it but if you make it really clear that you didn’t read my rules page and reply to my open(s) then i’m not replying to you. simple as that. please read my rules page and please follow those rules. i don’t think it’s too much to ask, honest. 

[unconventions-blog]

Gordon Ramsay {Sentence Starters}

"I have an earnest desire to get things absolutely right."

"The time we have together is quality, rather than quantity."

"Get yourself out of your comfort zone. It's a great learning experience."

"Some can handle it, and some can't. I'm not interested in the ones who can't."

"I'll often say certain things just to motivate people or to get something else out of them."

"You're making me mad. Fucking mad."

"Forecast for tomorrow? 100 percent chance of tears."

"Do you want a fucking medal?"

"I wouldn't resort to cannibalism, never mind if I was starving."

"From an early age I understood that cooking was never going to be a job, it's a passion."

"You know, I have a rough side. I have a smooth side."

"I could never maintain a relationship with a vegetarian. Their breath is just too smelly."

"My gran could do better! And she's DEAD!"

"I have to laugh when someone calls me a ______. I've been called far worse than that."

"I wish you'd jump in the oven. That'd make my life a lot easier."

"You've now just confirmed in my mind you're not trustworthy."

[iamlessthannothing]

[sbpdisms-blog]

   “Don’t toy with me, Spencer!” Had his voice risen a note or two? Maybe. “I’m hungover and──losing…feeling in my legs!” Just for effect, something out of character for Carlton, the detective gave his limbs a good shake, like there were literally ants in his pants.      With what little dignity Lassiter had at the very moment, he managed to gather himself a little─and lower his voice back to its normal, borderline furious tone─to scowl at Shawn.      “I know you did this,” his baby blues shooting daggers at the psychic while he spoke. “Just─tell me where my pants are, and I almost can promise you will walk away from this alive.”

[unconventions-blog]

        “Heeeey, buddy...” a thick, soothing tone coating his every syllable, (overdone and tacky might be words that come to mind when the sound hits one’s ears) each one drawn out further than a mural on a skyscraper. 

        “You wanna sit down? Some coffee? I really hope you don’t want coffee, because that’d be really hard to get you within a short timeframe.” So, the general consensus is that he’s distracting from the topic, a ballsy move, seeing as his life was just threatened.

         “Listen, if you’re that concerned about circulation and possible blood clots, just take your pants off. But not here. Somewhere else. Do you need some help finding your way to privacy, Lassieface?”

[unconventions-blog]

              He was dancing. Hands above his head, hips swerving back and forth like Elvis in the good days, nose was pointed towards the heavens. It was a show, a bonafide Shakespeare, and he was singing the gospel. (You know, of monkey-like ‘oo’s followed by something that could only be transcribed as ‘ra-cha-cha.’ It was hideous, something that wouldn’t even make it to a high-school stage, let alone the Globe Theatre.)

              Oh, wait, Shakespeare wasn’t much a man for comedies, was he? Well, perhaps we can cite a puppet show, since after he gave everyone their free order of theatrics, his body dropped like a marionette without strings. 

              And, just like a puppetshow, his head snapped up for the next scene.

              “-------So, guess what?”

[loveissomeone-blog]

I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together.

Warsan Shire (via survivxrsguilt)