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salcheechas:

don’t ever push me up against a wall and smirk at me because i will have sex with you

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❋ AN OFFICER.

“I don’t suppose—” He spoke, shifting to look down into the car window with a slightly scrunched brow as he shined his flashlight on the steering wheel as to not get the light in the drivers face; why some Police Officers did that never made sense to Jeremy, he was the nice cop who just so happened to be the Assistant Chief of Police. He flashed what could have been a hint of a smile before continuing his question. “You know why I pulled you over tonight?” He really wanted to get home and in all honesty, what was one more speeder on the road? He was guilty of the act as well. Still, they were going through a part of town with lots of kids that liver there and he happened to be on that block heading towards his own home. 

           it’s not very often that reid gets pulled over nor has to deal with the cops anyway but of course when he does, — he has a dead body in his trunk. it doesn’t make him nervous per say, merely just a little annoyed that he’s going to have a cop talking him up and about speeding. it should be quick though, reid thinks, quick and easy. he has the window rolled down when the officer does come up to his car and reid has to squint a little at the bright light even if it’s not directed right at his face.  ❛  i think tha’ i might.. ‘ave an idea of why,  ❜  the man answers slowly, his polish accent thick on his tongue as he speaks. his hues flickering up to the other’s face before he opens his mouth to ask,  ❛  so.. is this th’ part where ‘ye give me a ticket or summat?  ❜

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31/10/2015

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Look at the quaff on this dude, man. Look at that.

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Give me a vampire couple that’s been on and off again for like hundreds of years. Like they fight like crazy and break up and not see each other again for a long time but then come back together like nothing has changed and are all over each other in love. They won’t admit it but they’ll love each other forever no matter what, even if they’re not always together. 

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(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ

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ok but Real Question.. does anyone want to give me some larry or evanstan ??

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He was standing in front of her, arms crossed and jaw clenched tight. “What do you want?” His voice was dull, expressionless. She took a sip of her coffee and glanced up at him, stalling. The hot liquid seared her throat but she didn’t seem to care. All she could notice was the way he kept his eyes on hers and how they expressed what his tone didn’t. He often forgot that his eyes spoke what it was he wanted to hide. “I want you to want me,“ she said cautiously. His eyes changed from a murky blue to a stormy grey. “You have no idea how much I do.”

n.g. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #14 (via musingisms)

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❋ LACEY.

lacey was in ABSOLUTE shock. his emotions were all over the place and he was walking down the stairs nearly tripping over his own feet with every step he took; only because he felt like he was COMPLETELY drunk without a drop of alcohol in his system. could it be that your heart was so hurt that you felt intoxicated? maybe it was just a placebo effect, but it was CERTAINLY how he was feeling. with bloodshot sclera and wet cheeks from crying the heartbroken artist tried to find his way out of this place, but it was like a freaking labyrinth and he couldn’t think clear. all he could think was about was the image in his head of niklaus with another and it BROKE him.

this wasn’t supposed to HAPPEN. he wasn’t supposed to get caught with another man, lacey wasn’t supposed to come home so SOON. though maybe it’s karma for even laying his eyes on another man, for even CONSIDERING of taking that other man home with him. but he couldn’t help himself, not with all the talks of having the whole typical american dream-kind of future hovering above and around them. and maybe niklaus deserves it, to have the man who truly loves him as he IS and who wants to waste his time on him, walk out on him. yet niklaus can’t stop himself from running after him, barely having even pulled his JEANS back on properly. he’s a DRUNKEN mess when he chases after the person whom he believes to be the love of his life..  ❛  LACEY, — shit, baby! come on, wait! let me explain!  ❜

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Déjà vu with Jamie Campbell Bower

“In five years’ time I think I’ll be the editor of Hunger magazine. And I’ll potentially also be riding a horse along a beach in an open white linen shirt.”

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Reblog if mun is shy but wants to interact with new people

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❋ HARVEY.

      he can’t believe how inappropriate he’s being, how unprofessional he’s behaving. he was his lawyer; nothing more, nothing less. that’s what he had to remind himself. especially since the confession isn’t exactly one that eases the tension created within the atmosphere. a sigh escapes his lips and it’s then that he slowly sits himself down; arms crossing against his chest. all he can do is nod his head, there had been no doubt in his mind before asking the question; only his need for doubt had urged him on, made him ask such a ridiculous question. “right.” he adds on. the pleading eyes he’d been conveying beforehand were a thing of the past, as he leans back in his chair unable to look at the male he’s come to care for more than he should have, more than he believed reid was capable of reciprocating. “how do we get you out of this then?” he asks; with a quirk of his brow. “what would your alibi be? who else would have reason to kill him?” he asks; forcing the professional persona he’s known for. he leans against the desk that comes between them. he grabs the pen and it’s only then that he looks back at him. he’d make sure to at least act as though he saw this as a strictly professional relationship. never willing to be so obvious or allow feelings to overcome him. he’ll tell himself that those moments he thinks they’ve shared are all in his head and they probably are - if reid’s reaction was anything to go by. “help me help you, yeah?”

            it’s like watching a child’s face fall when they realize they aren’t getting the gift they wanted after all. though reid only finds it amusing as he’s slumped back against his chair with his hand resting on the desk between them, index finger slowly tracing patterns onto the wooden surface. his answer must’ve not been one this man had been hoping for but the guy is his lawyer, and a start of something DIFFERENT it seems like. the evidence against him is already somewhat convincing and he has no alibi, he’s practically DOOMED. so why would he go out of his way to lie on top of all that? no one’s going to believe him, not without his lawyer working his ass off to save him from this mess. ❛  tha’ is an excellent question. i ‘ave no idea, ‘ye ‘re th’ lawyer ‘ere.  ❜  reid states as he keeps gazing at the other from underneath his long lashes. he purses his lips in thought ; he has NO IDEA and that doesn’t help his situation at all. they need to come up with something but THINKING is difficult when your lawyer looks like harvey, reid has noticed.  ❛  — me brother. he could work as an alibi, don’t ‘ye think? or is it too OBVIOUS?  ❜  his dark brows are coming together in a frown, his jaw clenching as he’s slowly but surely beginning to feel a little frustrated. he KNOWS he has no chance without proper help, he should just accept his fate. so, with slight frustration seeping into his veins, reid sits up straight and leans close, elbows planting themselves onto the table as his index finger presses against the desk. and when he begins talking, he’s having such a hard time trying to keep his electric-like hues trained on the man’s own instead of having them flickering down to his lips.   ❛  look.. i do not KNOW this man. i ‘ad never seen this man before in me life, until i was given a picture, time ‘nd a location. i do not know what kind of ENEMIES this man ‘as made throughout ‘is life. i would LOVE t’ make this case easier fo’ ‘ye, 'arvey, but ‘ve told ‘ye everythin’ i've got t' tell.  ❜