#careese

[mellpenscorner]

Scrolling through the same seven gifs of your non-canon/kiss-less otp like they'll actually kiss if you just hit the next button one more time.

[theresnosafeharbor4myships]

i'm out here writing careese fanfic in 2024 like a loon. will anyone read it? prolly not. am I still gonna write it, if only for me? most definitely.

[hopecel]

Me going into the next episode of POI knowing full well john will never get over carter's death and his love for her and will always miss her for the rest of his live no matter what

[myfriendtheurbanlegend]

Caviezel pointed to the hour as a particularly important one for Reese. “Last year, during the scene in the car with Carter where he doesn’t realize he has all these protective things around him — he was devastated by the loss,” he shared late last year on the set of the show’s upcoming fifth season. “He was in love with her. But because he’s so good — like special operators can do, they can separate heart and mind. They can compartmentalized so much that when he lost Carter, he never realized that he loved her. And very deeply. That loss, he’ll never get that back. In human behavior, he starts to play a new kind tape in his head, that this is what really happened, when it didn’t happen that way. Now, it gives him a purpose [going forward].” But when it came time to film, “you forget [that], and you get it, and you work, and you mull it through,” he said. “And then you forget about everything. Because when you work with someone like Taraji Henson, she brings so much to it; spontaneity to it. Literally, I don’t have to remember anything, I’m just right there, from one moment to the next. She can make you laugh. She had a way with Carter — it just makes me sad she’s not on our show anymore.

https://www.givememyremote.com/remote/2016/01/11/person-of-interest-jim-caviezel-reflects-on-terra-incognita/

Since I’m posting anything Careese I can find, I dug up my favorite interview about Terra Incognita.

[careeselivesforever]

Careese - "Many Happy Returns" - The Dark Side

Person of Interest S01.E21

Music by Kelly Clarkson "Dark Side" Album "Stronger"

I do not own anything of Person of Interest, or the song included in this video.

[itblackgirlsstuff]

Oh guys, I just remembered that in person of interest John and Carter were not canon

[curryvillain]

.@MainlyMali Throws A Dance Party For "B**bo" Visual

Last month, New York-based Recording Artist Alex Mali released her new “Sweet & Spicy” EP. Adding to a great Summer, Mali brought some extra vibes with the project, setting up to close off the year in a big way. She has been making content in support of the EP, and earlier she shared the visual for the track, “Bumbo“. Co-directed with CAREESE, it’s a dance party going on for Alex Mali’s “Bumbo”.…

[cardinal-baenitez]

Actually tweaking on twitter right now because what

WHAT DO YOU MEAN

Okay wait did the writers on person of interest really want them to fuck orrr ? 👀👀

@novellaqueen was a decade ago but some memories really do stay with you Ah those were some special times

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

oooh I had this idea a little while ago

so Pure Vanilla’s viridescent daydream costume lore is that the faeries played a trick on him to make him fall in love with WL, I believe? So what if they unintentionally did it on a disguised Shadow Milk and made “Pure Vanilla” fall for reader instead?

(no yandere if possible ^^)

He wasn't supposed to feel this.. woozy. His head felt fuzzy yet warm, and his whole body felt like it was on cloud-nine. All he had meant to do was sneak into the Faerie Kingdom disguised as Pure Vanilla Cookie.. but it hadn't worked out.

Some Faerie Cookies had tricked him and got him to dress up in an outfit like a king. Then, in a game of wits, he somehow lost, he had to drink something off theirs. He didn't know it was a love potion.

Now he was on your lap, with your hand gently careesing his cheek. "Such a pretty little thing," you crooned, tilting your head as his did. "My little Faeries played a trick on you, hm?"

Your hand moved to his chin, gently grabbing it and tilting his head up more to look at you. "Hm.. I think you'll look cute by my side. I do need a king after all.."

.. maybe this wouldn't be so bad, Shadow Milk Cookie decided.

[merbear25]

The joys of music

Music is a wonderful means of self-expression. Being able to connect with its melodies, lyrics, and bands is something that should never be taken for granted. It's just an added bonus to be able to share this with someone.

CW: SFW, gn!reader, headcanons, fluff (excluding Caesar)

Mihawk, Caesar, Corazon

Mihawk: dark wave, post-punk, and cold wave. Examples: Twin Tribes and HAPAX

He'd find this type of music soothing. It'd probably help him relax after a long day of being surrounded by many chaotic characters and situations―letting himself get lost in the sound.

You'd find him sitting in front of the fireplace, eyes closed to fully immerse himself in the music.

After a few moments of listening with him, you'd comment on how charming it is.

Opening one of his eyes to look at you, he shifted his sight on the dancing embers.

Slowly getting up, he stood next to you, extending his hand.

Taking it with an inquisitive look, he lifted you up and held you close.

Swaying to the beats, his hand placed lightly on the small of your back and the other careesing your hand: you'd look dreamily into each other's eyes.

Placing your head on his chest, he'd hold you closely. Your souls intertwining with the melodies being played.

Caesar: cabaret metal and avant-grade metal. Examples: Tardigarde Inferno and Stolen Babies please ignore how on the nose this one is 😂

This type of music is often referred to as circus metal, and a lot of the music videos (especially from Tardigarde Inferno) are trippy, which remind me of Caesar. To me he's a walking acid trip.

Conducting experiments and research can take hours upon hours, so it was nice to have something on to boost his spirits.

The circus-like background with the added dark themes was the perfect inspiration for him to think of ways of testing out his newest brain-child on one of his many lackies.

Being enticed by the tunes dancing down the hall, you followed them to find Caesar happily leading someone into a chamber and pulling an ominous lever.

Regretting having found him in the middle of the trial and error portion, you slowly backed away from the entrance.

Unfortunately, your awkward hesitation caught his eye.

Greeting you warmly, he tried to coax you into coming over to him.

When seeing your eyes dart nervously to the chamber, he was quick to add, "Don't worry about this silly contraption! I'd never do such things to you." The softness never left his voice.

Corazon: Indie pop, progressive pop, alternative rock. Examples: The Real Tuesday Weld (linked to a specific song I think he'd love) and tallyhall

I think he'd appreciate the storytelling with these bands/genres. They hold a lot of emotion and are paired with light melodies. He'd probably also like when these are mixed with more upbeat moments.

Laying down on the grass, Rosinante cloud watched while he eased his worried thoughts.

The entrancing stories flowing through his earbuds teleported him to another reality―one where everyone would be safe from his brother's rising threat.

Enjoying the gentle breeze passing over him, his peaceful moment was abruptly put to a hault.

You startled him―seemingly popping up beside him out of thin air.

Releasing his 'silence' he asked if you needed something.

Kneeling down beside him, you told him you wanted to know what he was listening to.

Lending you one of his earbuds, his anxiety sudsided when he saw your face soften to the music.

Throwing his 'silence' up again, he enjoyed having you lay down next to him. The wind was picking up, causing the leaves above you to rustle and letting more sunlight peak through their gaps.

[wandaslittlelove]

The urge to cuddle with a pretty girl under a blanket while it snows outside. Stealing her warmth. Maybe having her hand careese my thigh under the blanket and her slowly inching it higher and higher...

[theresnosafeharbor4myships]

Fandom: Person of Interest, Careese Title: All Yours

John slowly blinked himself awake, the unfamiliar shadows around the room causing him to briefly startle before recognition dawned: Joss’s bedroom. He dropped his head back onto the pillow, looking to his right as contentment flooded through him.

In the milky-blue light of early dawn, Joss lay next to him, her breathing slow and even. She slept on her stomach facing away from him, both arms angled up by her head with one hand tucked under her chin. Her hair trailed over her shoulders and spilled onto her pillow. The white sheet cut across her form from her left hip to her right shoulder, leaving half of her bare back exposed.

He was struck once again with how gorgeous she was, and echoes of the previous night rang through him. His hands on her, the silkiness of her skin, the whispers of want, the pounding of his heart, the sound of her passion. Mesmerized by the contrast of their bodies. Kisses and caresses, heart and heat, give and take, him and her. His chest ached sweetly at the memory.

John rolled onto his side, propping himself up on one arm as he drank in the sight of her next to him. He longed to touch her again, feel her move beneath him, say things he’d never thought he’d utter, hear her come undone because of him.

He still felt overwhelmed, in awe, that this woman who’d relentlessly pursued him as a criminal had welcomed him into her life—and now her bed. He hadn’t known when he’d stopped by last night that they’d end up entangled together, physically now to accompany all of the other ways they intertwined—professionally, socially, emotionally, clandestinely. But he wasn’t sorry and prayed she wouldn’t be either. Joss wanted him last night, desired him, let him kiss and touch her, and gave back as good as she got. It was a miracle he’d never expected to receive, and he didn’t know what he’d do if she woke up and labeled him a mistake she didn’t want to make again.

She rarely left his mind these days, but it’d come as a slow realization, the fact that he loved her. Probably had for a lot longer than he knew. He’d been a soldier for too long, always showing up to do the dirty work and learning to ignore, shove down, and tune out everything else, anything that mattered to him. ‘The boy scout,’ Kara had called him, though she used it as a taunt, trying to humiliate him into not giving a damn, to erase any care, concern, compassion, or curiosity he had, to eradicate the parts of him that made him human, that made him him. So he’d hidden it all away from her, from himself, locked it down deep until he feared he couldn’t find himself anymore.

But he hadn’t had to. By a blessed stroke of luck—or piss poor choices on his part—he’d gotten into trouble because of some dumb kids, on a subway of all places, and she’d seen him. Seen him. At his very lowest, at the end of his frayed-to-a-single-thread rope, seen him as a person, a human worthy of dignity, without any agenda other than to help him rise.

Joss had sparked something in him that night he hadn’t felt in ages. Made him believe in humanity again, if only for the briefest of moments. Drawn to that spark, he’d never looked away.

What was it Finch had said to him...he thought he’d only ever wanted to protect people? He hadn’t been wrong. Meeting Joss and Finch within hours of each other had saved him from the murky depths he’d wandered through, and together they’d shown him another way, offered him an alternate door.

He’d felt a strange pull towards Joss the instant she’d spoken to him but believed it merely the morality of her, something he’d sorely missed all those years walking in the dark, alone. She’d felt like a pure, clean breath of fresh air, a clear wind blowing in and cycling out the plumes of black smoke suffocating him.

Joss’s head shifted slightly, drawing his attention to the present, and her breathing changed, indicating she’d awoken. John waited a few moments before shifting towards her, gathering her hair away from her neck, and placing a light kiss at her nape. “G’morning,”

Though she faced away from him, he could see the rise of her cheek as she smiled. “Mmm, I wondered if you’d still be here,” she purred, voice husky with sleep.

John snaked a finger slowly back and forth across her back, dragging the sheet down her body as he placed kisses along her spine. “Wondered if you’d still want me to be,” he responded vulnerably, even as he flicked his tongue out to taste her skin.

“Mmm,” she hummed again, contented.

With the sheet gathered just above the curve of her butt, he slid his hand teasingly up her left side, then trailed it down her body again, his thumb on her back, his fingertips teasing the skin under her arm, the swell of her breast, the indent of her waist, the flare of her hip. He kissed the dip of her spine at the small of her back, and when she didn’t stop him from continuing, didn’t turn over, he started pulling the sheet down lower. And paused when his thumb touched the tattoo he’d just uncovered low on her rise of her butt.

John hadn’t seen her back last night, the two of them having feverishly fallen into bed together, made love, and, with Joss curled into his side, promptly fallen asleep. He hadn’t had the chance to touch every inch of her body yet, to kiss the scars that illustrated how strong of a survivor she was, to explore the places that she found ticklish, that made her feel shy, that flooded her with desire.

He found this discovery unexpected, sexy, and realized he had a lifetime of her secrets to uncover if she’d let him. He hoped this was just the first.

“What,” he kissed the ink marking her skin. “do we have here?” He rubbed his thumb over the small heart with the letters T.P.C. in the middle in a loopy script.

“A youthful indiscretion,” she admitted, though she didn’t sound regretful, merely resigned.

“Tell me?” he asked gently, unwilling to prod if she didn’t want to share.

Joss reached for the sheet with her left hand and pulled it back up to cover herself as she turned onto her back to face him. “Hi,” she greeted with a small, sleepy, happy smile.

“Hi yourself,” he replied, giving her a quick peck on the lips.

“It started out with just initials. P. C.”

Paul Carter, John knew instantly, but they’d never spoken about him, so he opted to play ignorant. “Personal computer? Politically correct? Perfectly charming? Pretty captivating?” he offered.

She lifted an eyebrow at him, amused, letting him know with a look that she knew he knew enough about her ex to put the pieces together. “Young and dumb,” she countered. “I thought it’d be cute if I got a tattoo of Paul’s initials. And it was...until it wasn’t. After the divorce was final, I had the T. put in front and the heart added around the initials. Paul wasn’t my husband anymore, but Taylor will always be my son.”

“What’s Taylor’s middle name?”

“Patrick.”

“Good save. You’re fortunate it’s not Jeremiah or Steven or Victor,” he deadpanned.

“You always in this good of a mood first thing in the morning?” she asked, bemused by this early morning version of him, vastly lighter than the stoic external persona the world saw.

“Not usually,” John admitted, nuzzling her neck, placing a soft kiss just below her ear. “You keeping me up last night must have something to do with it.”

“Is that what I did?” she asked, the double entendre of her question evident.

He withdrew to look at her. “You don’t remember?” he feigned offended.

“Maybe you should remind me.”

“If that’s what the lady wants,” he murmured with the hint of a smile. He kissed her cheek, her jaw, languishing in this pre-dawn haze of a dream. “What do you want, Joss?” he whispered near her ear. He kissed her neck, then pulled back to stare at her earnestly, awaiting her response, her expression a mixture of adoration and surprised shyness.

“I want...to run my fingers through your hair,” she answered quietly, only a little hesitantly, before she reached up with one hand to do just that. “I want...to take my time. And look at you.”

Joss stared into his eyes, and he briefly felt exposed before her in a way he hadn’t before. Then her gaze moved to his hair, following her fingers as she traced his hairline from the cowlick he always tried to tame, along his left temple, and down the curve of his jawline, cataloging every contour of his face. Her thumb traced over his brow bone a few times before circling around his eye to slowly graze across his prominent cheekbone. She then fanned it down his cheek and trailed across his lips. He couldn’t resist placing a light kiss on the pad of her thumb and darting his tongue out to touch it.

A ghost of a smile crossed her face, but Joss didn’t allow him to distract her. She moved her thumb down his chin to graze slowly along his neck until it rested in the hollow of his throat. Then her gaze and her hand moved across his collarbone to his shoulder.

Under her slow, sensual scrutiny, John felt self-conscious about the scars on his skin for the first time in years, but he pushed the uncomfortable feeling away and watched her examine his body as her hand continued its exploration of him. Her fingers grazed from his shoulder to his bicep, and she lingered there, biting her bottom lip with an appreciative glint in her eyes.

He watched her looking at him, her perusal of him as thorough as he’d expect from her detective-trained eyes, transfixed by the way her emotions crossed her face. She was so expressive, in all the ways he’d been trained not to be, and he couldn’t help wondering—being amazed by—how she’d managed to stay true to herself, keep herself genuine, honest, pure, after her military tours and what she saw on the force every day.

She amazed him in ways he’d never imagined.

Her hand moved back up to his shoulder as her gaze departed from her ministrations, and she teasingly, ever so lightly, scraped her nails along his chest and across his pecs, the heated look she gave him letting him know she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

“You wanna know what I want?” she whispered.

John nodded, staring at her beneath him, the white sheets highlighting the rich hues of her smooth, brown skin, her hair a bit wild from sleep, her big eyes seductively peering up at him, her cheeks and lips dusted a beguiling shade of pink. He could hardly believe she wanted him, and he feared he’d awaken from this hazy, beautiful dream of her, of them together. He wondered if she could hear his heart thundering in his chest.

“I want you...to kiss me.”

“Your wish,” he whispered, kissing her forehead, the tip of her nose, her cheek, her chin. “...is my command.” He set his lips against hers, softly, languidly, taking his time to give her what she wanted.

He ached to speed things up, but they’d been frenzied last night. This morning he’d take his time and cherish her. When he pulled away, she chased his lips, and he couldn’t help smiling. “What else do you want?”

“I want you...to touch me,” Joss said, the pink of her cheeks deepening.

His arm lay across her waist, his hand at her hip, and he slid it up her body. “I thought you’d never ask,” he murmured against her neck as he cupped her breast through the sheet.

Her breath caught, and her eyes dropped closed as she arched slightly into him. “John…” she breathed, and he nearly gave in to the desire flooding him.

“Yes, sweetheart?” He forced himself to go slow, planting another kiss on her neck, trailing down to her collarbone. “Is there something else you want?”

Joss’s hands cupping his head had him stopping as she drew him up to look at her, staring heatedly at him. “I want you...just you,” she stated guilelessly.

He’d barely dared to hope this incredible, strong, fierce, gorgeous woman would work with him, let alone deem him worthy of the partnership they’d formed. And now last night and this morning, the abandon she’d displayed with him, what she’d already shared with him… Her words nearly undid him.

John felt tears pricking behind his eyes, and he swallowed hard. “I’m yours,” he managed to say, quietly, voice filled with emotion. “All yours.”

She looked at him a moment longer, understanding in her big brown eyes for how treasured he found her admission.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she said and drew him back down to kiss her.

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[nofuckingbody]

ESSAY VIDEOS TO DO MY SKIN CAREESE

[myfriendtheurbanlegend]

do you know where this careese moment is from? I wanna use it in an edit.. It’s in this fanvid called Carter & Reese | Rush. It’s 11/12 seconds into it where she’s at a crime scene and looking cross at him and he’s standing in the dark?

Hey anon, thanks for the ask.

It's about 2 minutes in on season 2 episode 21. Happy editing!