#hereisthelie

[perfectionreached]

hereisthelie asked: [ NINETY-FIVE ] : “ you made me do this. why did you make me do this ? ” (from van palmer)

bodies bodies bodies prompts

she stands there, in shock. "i didn't make you do anything, van." taissa is doing everything she can to stay calm, but there is a clear suppressed anger in her words. there was something so terrifying about not remembering what you've said to someone and not trusting yourself enough to protect the people around you. she didn't like the lack of control and she most certainly didn't like that van liked to communicate with her other self. "i didn't tell you to listen to her. and you did - without any questions !! you didn't think maybe - i don't know, talking to me - the REAL ME - beforehand? she's not our friend. we don't know what she's capable of." as if "she" isn't also taissa, but she refuses to think about that right now.

[ghostofaformerself]

     ❝AND IF WE DON'T MAKE A DECISION QUICKLY ENOUGH someone else is still going to get hurt.❞ she doesn't mean for the words to come out so forceful, and like she's placing the blame on jj—it's not her fault or the team's—but rayne doesn't want to waste any more time. ❝if we spend too much time trying to make the perfect decision, then it's going to be too late. i'll take the risk of being the person who gets hurt, that doesn't bother me, but i won't stand ehr and wait around when something can be done now.❞ rayne doesn't have anything to lose—no family, no significant other in her life, no person waiting on her at her apartment—so she can take this risk and it'll be fine.

@ghostofaformerself ; " it is about as personal as it gets. "  

JENNIFER "JJ" JAREUA

The liaison slash agent grips tightly to the charm hanging from the end of the chain she will always wear. A PERSONAL MEMORY. Yellow tinged fluorescent bulbs flicker overhead as if to mock the tempo of the raging river that is the sound of her own blood pumping through her body. Mind blinking to erase the images of past assignments gone wrong. JJ suppresses a shiver. Her entire life has been followed by SOMETHING. She can't work hard enough to save everyone. Everyone in the office grinds themselves to the bone just to come home to the same terror. Just to wake up and do it again. As if any of this should be someone's regular day to day. Accepted as business as usual. Sometimes even the things they say sound like tired tropes. THIS TIME IT"S PERSONAL. Every case becomes personal the second they take it and all agents know--- stranger or relative. When the evil that seeps through the pores of all earthbound creatures wreaks havoc on the innocent. NEVERENDING. Then they come for your home. Your family. The life you've built. She takes a deep breath. "We still have to think objectively. If we run in without thinking it through... someone else could get hurt." Her voice stays firm, her gut the only thing currently rebelling. Screaming to run into battle half cocked no matter the consequence. Her mind knows they need more intel.

[strengthfought]

“I didn’t want you to know because I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“You didn’t want to-” Lou stops and shakes her head. “Yeah well it really hurt more that you didn’t tell me. Do you honestly think I can’t handle that kind of information? I have been through plenty of shit I can handle a few vampires and werewolves. I mean for gods sake I am one and you think I couldn’t- whatever.”

@hereisthelie // meme 

[hereisthearchive]

And also? I’ve been hereisthelie since 2013. Through the good, bad, and even worse. Is it time to change? My backup url is bottombehavior.

I thought I wouldn’t have to remake my blog because I porn blogs stopped following me but stay tuned for the remix.

[rebelpuff-a]

               “wanna put on a monkey suit in the middle of summer and hang out at some rich person’s house for seven hours with me?”

[jenniferiisms]

[ continued from here ] @hereisthelie

“They were a gift.    From a friend.         And they are SURPRISINGLY comfortable.”

             JJ nodded, lips curving into a smile. “Well. I guess I just took you for a sweatpants and talk top kind of woman.”

[notheretotry]

𝑺𝑯𝑬'𝑺  𝑩𝑬𝑬𝑵  𝑫𝑹𝑰𝑵𝑲𝑰𝑵𝑮    ------blowing off steam with the girls after coming home to a  nightmare.   and maybe normally she wouldn’t cave so easily,   maybe she’d sleep it off and wait until she could face the situation in the light of day.   but this   ---   none of it is  normal.  he took her  babies,   and after all of the  shit  he’s put her through,   all of the  hell  she’s endured,   everything she’s  done  to dig them out of the hole  he  had put them in   ------beth isn’t going to  stand  for it.

but   ---   she also doesn’t know where he  took  them.   so she finds herself staring at her phone,   the messages app open to their last texts  (  something  curt  and  no  more  than  trading  facts  about  schedules  and  pickups,  etc  ).   she’s typed out three scalding messages about what a piece of  shit  he is,   deleted all of them,   and settles on something far more simple,   in the end.

[  sms   ;  dean  boland  ]    you can’t do this to me. [  sms   ;  dean  boland  ]    dean, you can’t take my babies away.

@hereisthelie   »   𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑑  (ish)  !!

[fleursfortes]

@hereisthelie: continued from here

“If your lawyer is also your dad I’m leaving.”

"Nope.  But my second mom is,” she admitted with a quick grin.  “Why, is your lawyer your dad?”

[magaprima]

Continued here from @hereisthelie

Lilith rolled her eyes, jaw clenches as she tried to..reign in her...irritation. 

“Well,no...that’s not exactly true.... For one: you forget that I’m not a player in anyone’s game. And for another, I imagine it’s still quite dangerous if I pick up the board game and throw it at you....” She considered aloud. There was a pause as Lilith smiled suddenly, accompanied by a....false laugh “Metaphorically of course....”

[murios-archive]

           ❛  damn,   you  look  awful.   ❜      despite the words,  maze seems positively  delighted  by the sight,   leaning forward so that her elbows press against the surface of the bar.    ❛  fight  or  orgy ?     actually,   doesn’t matter.    ------give  me  all  the  details.  it’s  been  a  slow  night.  ❜   //   @hereisthelie   »    🎲

[hereisthearchive]

archived, follow me @hereisthelie

[conquersbrains-blog]

     “uh, can i help you?” new schools sucked but this was what she got apparently. maybe she’d act appropriately here. “does everyone at this school stare?”

@hereisthelie // teen amelia for whoever would work !

[agcntvasqucz]

@hereisthelie replied to your post “all the sex life headcanons”

SUSAN!!!!!!!!!!!

//Honestly...it’s not all that surprising.

[casualtygain-blog]

@hereisthelie ; andrew

     “We’ll be staying on campus for the holidays, right? --- Like you guys always do?”

[notheretotry]

@hereisthelie      //      ❛   i  missed  this.   ❜    she’s not referring to park bench meetings with rio  (  though  she’d  be  lying  if  she  said  she  didn’t  miss  that  too  ),   nor is she even  looking  at him  (  can’t,  not  right  now,   it  feels  too  risky  when  he  always  so  easily  sees  right  through  her  ),   but of being with her kids,   casually,   like before.   

and this is risky  too,   because dean will undoubtedly interrogate emma when they get home,   and emma will probably be all too willing to report that mommy saw her  friend with the drawings on his neck  again   ------but she’ll cross that bridge when she gets there.    ❛   i’m  sorry,   ❜    she says it because it’s  true,   but she still can’t look at him.   ❛   but  i  told  you  i’m  out,  so  i’m  not  sure  what  else  there  is  to  discuss.   ❜ 

[fleursfortes]

@hereisthelie: continued from here

“Excuse me, future Fran Drescher.  You talk like, so much God had to make more mute people in the world because your horrible nasal sound stole their voices. You literally steal sounds. I’m worried my opinion is getting lost in the gravitation pull.   And I would know these things, my daddy said I’m an actual angel so like…. Do us a favor and let a TEN speak, low seven.”

Rachel’s mouth opened and closed at different points during Sugar’s insult-filled rant, then slammed shut as she breathed heavily through flared nostrils.  “Sugar, regardless of what your daddy has said and what you believe our beauty ratings to be, when it comes to music, I have more experience and skill.  Your ideas are unwelcome so again, I say ‘be quiet’.”