#I am the fbi

[princessbrunette]

the way my phone got stolen and i got it back the next day #goated

[joe-bidens-alt-account]

Bumping that

[xulips]

about you, love

[tngrace]

Welp..... I'm fucked

Royally fucked 🤤🤤🤤🤤😍😍😍😍

[mr-malumm]

Hey guys did you know agent 1 is in the new helluva boss short hey guys did you know agent 1 is in the new helluva boss short hey guys did yo

[moeblob]

Nines: ... you make a solid case, Sixty.

[sugajimin]

Agust D  → D-2  → D-DAY

[e-vasong]

ive gotten in my dead boy detectives feelings again (as one does) and anyways in this edition of Overthinking It, I'd like to say that one of the moments that first defined Edwin's character for me was actually a very brief one. It's the scene in episode 1 where he steals evidence from a crime scene and gives himself an iron burn while doing so. And from a writing perspective, this is obviously serving another narrative purpose - introducing viewers to the idea that ghosts and iron do not get along. but that fact also makes it super notable what they omitted from the scene: that is, any sort of reaction from edwin. in the scene thats meant to establish that iron hurts them. not to mention, edwin's otherwise meticulous, yet fully owns up to handling the iron recklessly. and we know that contact with iron sucks, because charles has a fucking awful time with it in the last episode of the season. its a lovely bit of character work on par with edwin's reaction to the dolls in the lighthouse episode. why would edwin be bothered by an iron burn when he spent seven decades being tortured?

edwins relationship with pain is also excellently contrasted, in turn, by his relationship to his sense of discomfort, emotional or physical. with the exception of esther's chair in episode 8, he doesn't really seem worried about or bothered by pain. on the other hand. this boy fucking hates being uncomfortable. an emotional conversation that hes not prepared for? hes going to stomach it but hes gonna look nauseous the whole time. he doesnt like being touched. one (1) person starts flirting with his only friend? hes miserable and not nice about it.

this boy has So Many Problems and im kind of obsessed with it

[tranquil-turbulence]

Every time I hear the news anchors saying Brian Thompson left behind a wife and teenage children, it fills me with rage.

How many parents did his and his company’s actions rip away from THEIR children? How many children did their actions rip away from THEIR parents? How many people did he and United Healthcare fuck over without remorse, all in the name of profits?

Medical professionals and political figures and citizens alike all TOLD YOU that you were wrong, and yet you stubbornly persisted? All in the name of greed?

This is why nobody is mourning him. This is why the country is mocking and celebrating his death. This is why people are making other CEOs publicly known. People get screwed over by healthcare insurance companies every DAY and not one of those corrupt bigwigs bats an eye or feels any modicum of guilt. The people have had enough. You all should’ve known this would happen someday. In an age of unprecedented gun violence and civil unrest, this is what you asked for.

[the-real-list-of-ominous-threats]

I'm going to force you to play the joke FNAF dating sim my friend and I are making

[nereidprinc3ss]

Holy heck.

ReidxPutting your Kevlar on?!

If you ask for his help adjusting it for the first time He’d ever so carefully draw his hands down your waist, pushing his nimble strong fingers into the bottom of it to assure it was snug enough, taking the shoulder straps in his strong hands and tugging them tautly, you bounce against his hard lean figure twice and he’s like

‘Yeah- yeah that’s…that should be good’

He swallows thickly and pats your shoulder gently “make sure your um…your holster is comfortable, you usually need to uh..readjust it after.”

BYE

NO LITERALLY THE BOUNCING LIKE

HHES MANHANDLING YOU BUT WITH LOVE

He’s soohhhhshhahhhhhhsshh

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMmmmm

like he’d be so gentle w you like always but putting on a bullet proof vest is not a super gentle endeavor and it’s important that it fits right so he’s just like

the contrast of his being so careful with you and then just. mhm. Yeah

loud gulping noise

thank you for this beautiful. will be thinking abt it for 3-5 business days

[immortalsins]

HANNIBAL (2013-2015) — SEASON ONE

Killing must feel good to God, too. He does it all the time, and are we not created in God's image? Depends on who you ask. God's terrific. He dropped a church roof on thirty-four of his worshipers last Wednesday night in Texas, while they sang a hymn. Did God feel good about that? He felt powerful.

{inspiration}

[theshriekingsisterhood]

Wow wow wow you guys WWDITS season 5 looks INSANE

[thieves-never-say-die]

“I’m glad things are back to normal” says Peter

“Me too” says Neal

While they are both LYING through their TEETH to each other!!!

[mr-malumm]

GOOD MORNING HAPPY CRINGETOBER WOOOOOOOOO

Day 1: screenshot redraw 😎0️⃣1️⃣✨0️⃣2️⃣

[preciouslandmermaid]

spencer/reader + southern gothic aesthetic "I'm just a child, but I'm not above violence My mama raised me better than that..."

the mosquitoes and frogs sing their discordant symphony above the rustling oak leaves and Spanish moss that drape over branches like abandoned wedding veils. you push your toes on the damp floorboards and the rocking chair tilts backward, and your stomach lurches as you sway forward. the old book on your lap with yellowed pages and a musty scent lays open like a vivisected hare. a gnat lands on the corner of the page and you try to flick it away. you accidentally killed it and your brows furrow softly. the hinges on the screen door squeak and you break your monotonous rhythm, the rocking chair sway cut short. "garcia says we're lucky we have cell service," spencer says, with his hands in his pockets, before his eyes flick to your lap, "what're you reading?" "mm." you nod. "nice of the chief to let us use his house." you close the book and self-consciously wipe the title with your hand (the one that killed the gnat). "did you know that franz kafka didn't want bugs on the cover of his book?" "you're reading 'the metamorphosis'," he guesses. "it's a comfort read," you say, shrugging, your toes pushing the floorboards again. spencer slowly sits in the rocking chair beside you and you silently return to the symphonies of the moist, summer night. at least - you do until spencer starts talking about his interpretation of the novel and you listen, your eyes focused on the harsh, slice of darkness where the porch light doesn't reach.