#mozzie was here

[gonnadosomethingwmylife]

“Honey do you want to grab some mirrors and go play with Neal 😏?”

“Yes 🥺!”

A grown 48-year-old fbi agent who wants to go treasure hunting on his lunch break with his wife and his convict bff. peter burke ily

[jarate-enjoyer]

What I think the TF2 mercs would do if they played the Sims

Scout: Spends the entire time making pretty women and himself (but jacked and handsome because that's obviously him), probably goes around the town woohooing all the women and nearly crashing his game when he gets notifications about the babies being born all at once, uses cheats all the time before getting bored an hour in and makes another save

Soldier: Recreates American presidents and the founding fathers (accurate or not is up to you), probably would download a mod to make Noah's boat, get the neighbours there and make them fight to the death

Pyro: Traps all of the neighbours in a room and sets a fire to watch them burn over and over again

Demo: Asks Scout for help downloading an alcohol mod, gets his characters absolutely pissed drunk, probably drunk himself and his sims either die or have gibberish for names, would play it normally and might recreate notable figures if sober

Heavy: Doesn't do much other than making his family in the game, then makes the sim version of himself work hard to support the sim family, makes his beloved doctor in the game too and marries him in the game

Engie: Downloads a crap ton of mods or makes them himself, likely wouldn't even play the game just so he could go through the coding and see what makes the game works. If he plays the Sims 4, he'll make a mod that removes the massive amount of bugs, or if he plays the Sims 3, uses a mod to make the game run smoothly

Medic: Spends all the time torturing any and all sims and killing them, makes an extremely long maze and makes ageing super fast so he can see the sims trying to run out for work/school and watch them die of old age or starvation over and over, makes Heavy in the game and himself, marrying him while there's a few sims drowning nearby in a pool with a gate around it

Sniper: Plays the game the way it's intended for the most part, probably got a guns mod for when a sim is pissing him off and makes one of his sims shoot the offender

Spy: Makes luxurious houses, probably gives random sims who had the audacity to show up with clown make-up, neon green singlets, hot pink skirts, blue leggings and red high heels a makeover, breaks up families by woohooing the mothers, steals stuff from other sims, his sim shares the house with a woman who looks very much like Scout's ma

[gayhoediaz]

monologues that will haunt me for the rest of my life 3/?

↳ WILLIE GARSON as THEODORE “MOZZIE” WINTERS in White Collar, 6.06: “Au Revior”

[re-whump]

Day 5 - Concussed Caretaking

more Mozzy! maybe catching a break! it's a little over 500 words, oopsie. and on a comfort prompt, can you believe? (you should, it's what happens when I don't take time to edit) contains: tiny whumpee (borrower), concussed whumpee, unprepared caretaker

Mozzy was on the ground, soaked and freezing and vulnerable, and before they could blink, they were on their lying back under bright lights. It was dry. Their coat was missing. They were on a folded towel or something else soft. Warm. Inside. It smelled like…food? Old grease and something sweet. Some kind of kitchen.

They glared at the ambient brightness as they slowly sat up to try to get their bearings. Their head was killing them. It felt like a vise meant to pop their eyeballs and it made their vision even blurrier than usual. They hardly wanted anything more than to lay back down and get more sleep, but they knew they weren’t safe here, wherever here might be. It was bright and open and that meant they were basically serving them up to whatever hungry predator happened to wander by.

When Mozzy stood up, the light on the horizon shifted into a large shadow that fell towards them. They flinched automatically at the movement and stumbled in the opposite direction. The shadowy shape came into focus just before it reached them and they tripped over their own shock. Their tail just hurt when they tried to catch themself and landed against splayed fingers, each nearly as long as Mozzy was tall. They were too afraid to move except for the slight sway from their lost balance until the hand gently guided them back to where they’d woken up.

“Okay, no, we’re still gonna sit here for a bit, hm? Lay down?” the human said.

Mozzy stared up towards the rest of the shadowy figure. The lights around the edges burned and their eyes really didn’t want to focus on it besides confirmation that the human certainly did have a face. Dark hair, maybe?

The hand let go of them and tapped the towel several times to try and coax them back into bed. They waited for the hand to pull away then broke into a run.

Or, into a stumble. Between their broken—missing!—tail and whatever was happening with their head, their legs were having trouble remembering how gravity worked. The human caught Mozzy again and this time the fingers curled around them and pulled them off their feet.

“Hey, hey. You can’t run off yet. Sit down or you’re going to hurt yourself. You almost ran straight off the table, you know.”

Mozzy shook their head and struggled as the human lowered them back into the makeshift bed. Before they could even try to get to their feet, she tucked a corner towel over them and held them down for a second. They thrashed, but this was more than warning enough that she could crush them whenever she wanted. They went still.

Her hand drifted away to poke at another light Mozzy assumed was her phone. Calling someone? Photographing them? That, they couldn’t see no matter how hard they squinted their blurry eyes. A few more taps of glass and her hand returned to stroke the side of Mozzy's head.

They didn’t like being under her hand one bit, but they could admit the motion was about comforting enough to balance out that discomfort. They closed their eyes and pretended they didn’t know what it was that was touching them. Or maybe just that they didn’t know they shouldn’t trust a human so easily.

“I know this is my fault, I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t know”—she swallowed the rest of the sentence and her voice forced a smile—“It looks like we finally got your tail to stop, um, oozing though. God, I’m sorry. I don’t suppose you’ve got some secret, tiny doctor around I could take you to?”

Mozzy shook their head.

“Then guess I’m the best you’ve got, sorry. I don’t think anyone is stubborn enough to be out this way in this storm except me. And apparently you.”

They shrugged deeper into the towel-blanket with a resigned sigh. They were so sleepy they relaxed easily into the thick terry cotton even with the giant looming over them. It was at least as comfortable than most of the beds they'd had over the years. And surely, having her messy help was better than facing this alone.

[thieves-never-say-die]

Writing white collar fanfic and I just wrote a line for Mozzie that reads

“[insert some inane literary reference here]”

Like yeah. I don’t have time to look up a good one right now but that’s the vibe

[kookiecamera]

For the White Collar Grab Bag, prompt #1 - Caroling!

What’s more fun than matching with your landlady and singing carols with her to everyone at your holiday party?

[wundrousarts]

Morrigan <3

[that-hyperfixation-gal]

tim_dekay: Raised a glass to Willie last night. Love this WC family.

[momiji-kitsune]

I am under siege. The monsters want my blood. I have already killed six, their corpses littering my floor, but I can hear their incessant buzzing grow louder as two more fighters close in on me. They're all out to get me, every one of them hungry for just a taste of the life that flows through me. The hunt is on.

One of them finds me, drawn to the carbon dioxide I let out with each steady exhale. She darts in, circling my hunched figure as I desperately try to track her flitting form. My eyes lose track of her as she passes by the open window. Seconds tick by, filled with a torturous hum that I know will haunt me during the coming days.

A shadow flickers across the white wall, the monster revealed to me once more. I track her with my eyes, body unmoving. She engages, the heat of my calf her target. I wait, breath frozen halfway through an exhale as I lure her into a false sense of victory.

I lash out and crush her against the muscle of my leg. The rest of the air in my lungs is forced out as I quickly remove my hand, checking to see if my attack landed true.

Her crumpled body is revealed as it falls to the ground to join her sisters once more in death. I have triumphed once again and I revel in the sense of victory that surges through me.

And yet, the buzzing increases. My victory is just as fictitious as the one I gave her. I am surrounded. I am outnumbered. My strength is superior but, eventually, I will fail. I cannot stop the inevitable.

I will be feasted upon before the night is over.

[ifreakingloveroyals]

6 May 2023 | Princess Beatrice and Edoardo Mapelli Mozzi arrive at the Coronation of King Charles III and Queen Camilla in London, England. The Coronation of Charles III and his wife, Camilla, as King and Queen of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland, and the other Commonwealth realms takes place at Westminster Abbey today. Charles acceded to the throne on 8 September 2022, upon the death of his mother, Elizabeth II. (c) Stuart C. Wilson/Getty Images

[the-casbah-way]

mozzie and theo lore

[doctordonovan]

❝ They… they were right here. ❞ | neal

it's not fair of her to play,  to toy beyond the surface level.   he's one of the best  (   so rumours say,  so his work declares,  truly putting the artist into con artist no matter how frustrating his current situation seems from outside eyes  ).  grifter has no interest in crossing paths with the fbi:  as far as they know,  she's little more than folklore,  a patchwork of surely several people masquerading as one simply for the fun of it.  maeve is happy to keep herself that way  -   after all,  she has no more need to be seen as she has to be remembered.

but mozzie asked her and dammit,   man has proven himself infuriatingly difficult to say no to.

❝ were they? ❞   there's too much sweetness in her voice,  suffocating her in honey as brown eyes don't leave @de2thletter,  studying him closer than anything else in room.  ❝ you sure you didn't put them somewhere else? ❞

[marblesodaflower]

realized that in sharing artfight related stuff I can at least post the collection of me bullying my friends in my attack descs

I love my friends I promise. This will just be a tradition.

[thesymphonytrue]

These tags tho:

White Collar  |  4 quotes [2/4] → Mozzie: “It can’t be him, Peter. Neal always had it figured out. There was always a way out. It didn’t matter how tight the scrape, Neal could always slide past. He could always get away.” Peter: “Not this time.” (6x6)

[jarate-enjoyer]

I think I'm having burnout with making SFM posters. idk, I just want to quit everything

[thatbanjobusiness]

WHY DOES FLATT AND SCRUGGS HAVE TO GO SO HARD

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