#stagnantsaints

[erorred]

     ‘  perhaps.  you brought them in.  i just wanted them to feel loved.  ’    she takes the proffered glass of wine between wet fingers and settles back with a combination of warm water and bubbles floating around her shoulders.  it doesn’t feel like  work,  doesn’t feel  heroic,  it just feels as natural as  BREATHING. the corners of her mouth tip up as esme takes in her husband  ––  her free hand extends, and the pad of her thumb ever so gently traces the curve of his jawline.   ‘  are you joining me ?  ’

   @stagnantsaints​   ––––––   “  you were wrong, by the way.  about you not being a hero. ” love carlisle @ mrs. cullen

[sagunita]

“It’s not polite to stare, you know.” It’s easy to find him in the crowd of people. At least, easier than it is to keep her arms crossed sanctimoniously before her chest instead of running to him at full speed. “You should show the new girl around.”

a starter for scott! @stagnantsaints​

[jenniferiisms]

@stagnantsaints

When JJ had found out she had almost cried, for a GOOD reason though. It wasn’t necessarily planned, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t happy. It had taken them a while to figure this whole thing between them out, but this was RIGHT, she felt it in her gut.

Smiling as she finished dinner, JJ set up the table so things would be READY once he came home. She had asked Hotch for a couple of hours off, luckily there was no active case at the moment, so nobody had really suspected anything. Though Emily had looked at her for a moment, and JJ almost thought her BEST FRIEND knew. She was going to tell her soon enough, but she wanted Spence to be the first.

The small present was ready, too. She had personally designed it. It was a crossword puzzle, where the letters eventually spelled the words Congratulations, Dad. JJ didn’t expect him to take LONG to figure it out, but it would be worth seeing the look on his face.

Smiling to herself, JJ eventually heard the key turn in the lock as she finished setting up the FOOD. “You’re right on time!” She then called. “As always.”

[gcdshand]

    ----- ABIGAIL WONDER HOW THE JUDGE DEALS WITH someone like joseph seed. the man seems -- off. VERY OFF. this man spoke carefully and in a calming manner -- it made her a little uneasy. she wants to trust this man but -- the captain saw how the rye’s reacted to thomas suggesting they go to new eden for help and it made her want to ask then and there what did this one do to cause such reaction. abi was only a child when she left hope county - only has vague to no memories of her time here - so she’s not privy to what joseph has done. but whatever it was. cap knew it wasn’t any good. but they have no choice. they needed the people of new eden in the fight.

after joseph ‘lent’ the judge to them for help ( because all they know and speak is violence -). ignoring the other man as he finished -- whatever speech he was saying and leaving to possibly talk to his son, ethan, abigail walked over to the judge, ‘ -- you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to - i don’t want to force you to do something just because you were told -- okay? ‘

                                      @stagnantsaints​ pressed the heart

[ledaborn]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑  𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄  𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐇𝐄  ,  a  world  wrapped  up  in  solving  crimes  ,  detrimental  marriages  and  the  collapse  of  all  that  beth  knew  .  there’s  something  that  itches  across  her  skin  ---  the  stressors  teetering  along  her  heart  that  crave  something  to  fix  the  ache  .  yet  art  looks  at  her  ,  speaking  of  stories  that  he  will  never  quite  understand  that  follow  her  and  manages  to  explain  something  of  his  own  .  she’s  unpredictable  ,  and  even  beth  knows  that  lately  she’s  gone  four  steps  too  far  ---  but  god  does  she  wish  that  she  could  tell  him  ,  offer  him  a  footnote  within  the  novel  of  insanity  that  has  become  her  life  beyond  the  shield  ----  but  she  cannot  .  if  only  for  the  sake  of  keeping  him  safe  she  needs  nothing  more  than  a  pair  of  shut  lips  and  the  unsteadiness  of  their  touch  

           ❛      and  what  story  is  that  ,  art  ?      ❜  the  question  comes  out  more  of  interrogation  than  anything    more  ,  ❛    where  did  my  bullshit  land  you  this  time  ?      ❜ @stagnantsaints​ said  "I try to guess your trajectory and end up telling my own story." art @ beth

[livedforwards]

@stagnantsaints / starter call

“you saw who doing what now?” 

she’s got her feet on the table and her shoes off to the side, and the glass in one hand is more than half empty. ( and it’s definitely not her first. ) there’s a clink as she rests the glass on the table. 

“and just when i thought the case was going to be the most interesting part of our week.”

[murios]

    ❛ i believe in long , slow , deep , soft ,        wet kisses that last three days. ❜                             ------  @stagnantsaints   ( x )

THERE’S  A  FLUTTER  IN  HER  STOMACH   ------that  tell-tale  sign  that  all  girls  hear  about,   butterflies,   sparks,  the  feelings  that  accompany  the  enigma  of  love.   she’d  never  expected  to  feel  anything  so  potent,   so  powerful,   so  quickly   ---   but  then  she  met  matthew.   now  she  leans  up  to  chase  those  delicious  words  with  a  press  of  her  lips,   as  though  she  might  savor  them  on  his  tongue.   her  human  condition  requires  her  to  refill  lungs  too  often  for  such  a  dream  to  become  reality,  but  she  makes  no  effort  to  break  free  of  that  fantasy,   pressing  herself  against  him  until  her  chest  burns  with  its  pesky  reminder,   and  she  halts  only  long  enough  to  pull  in  a  deep  breath,   and  expel  a  whispered  warning.

            ❛ i  don’t  think  i  can  maintain  a  three-day-long  kiss   ------but  i  can  think  of  plenty  of  things  to  keep  us  in  bed  for  that  long. ❜    her  eyes  glint  like  wildfire,   mischievous  and  filled  with  promise.   there  are  responsibilities  that  await  them  outside  these  walls,   but  diana  has  never  loved  like  this   ---   and  before  matthew,  had  never  been  touched  like  this   ---   and  she’s  willing  to  delay  them  further  if  she  can  convince  him  not  to  leave  her  side.   to  that  end,   she  has  some  thoughts,   and  begins  a  slow  line  of  kisses  from  his  jaw,   down  his  neck,   across  his  collarbone,  halting  at  his  chest  to  peer  up  at  him  from  beneath  her  lashes,   a  wicked  look  in  her  eyes.   ❛  unless  you’re  opposed ? ❜

[tekhne]

LOCKED  AND  LOADED  WITH   the  skills  necessary  for  this  mission,   the  active  known  as  india  emerges  with  a  new  identity,  one  befitting  a  top  notch  operative   ------one  worth  the client’s money.  she  knows  none  of  this,   of  course.   today,   she  is  elena,  an  expert  marksman  and  tactician  ( though  to  any  innocent  onlooker,   she’s  just  a  girl  dressed  for  a  party ),   and  sure  to  become  the  thorn  in  her  target’s  side  in  no  time.

          ❝  i’m  in  position.  ❞   the  words  don’t  carry  over  the  voices  and  sounds  of  celebration,   but  they’ll  make  their  way  through  the  communication  device  easily  enough.     ❝  there  are  more  people  here  than  we  anticipated,   i  may  need  to  create  a  distraction.  ❞   ╲╲  ------   @stagnantsaints​   liked  for  an  oc  starter  from  my  old  blog

[techkittena]

@stagnantsaints​ asked : [ quiet jealousy ] when he first meets morgan probs after coming back from the army . 

something is wrong , she notes as the team spends the day catching up on reports , a wave of grateful faces that there’s no out of state case . except for one . something is wrong with luke & she should know - even if she isn’t a profiler she’s loved him for long enough to know . he lingers around her as if she won’t notice , when it’s all she notices , especially when she's around - a certain chocolate god . in fact , she’s leaning on derek's desk when she notices , luke looking at them & not even for the first time today . she thinks maybe she’s imagining it at first , luke staring at them , because she wants luke to be staring at her . she wants the butterflies in her stomach when she finds his eyes on her , like she has since the moment they met . the flutter is still there , her eyes meeting his across the bullpen , even as derek catches her attention again and she lets out a small laugh even though he knows that she didn’t hear what he said . derek sighs & she finally looks back at him before she presses a kiss to his temple . she knows exactly how derek feels about what she’s done & luke being here & she’s not ready for another well-intentioned lecture . she meets luke’s gaze again & she’s struck by the look in his eyes - jealousy . it has to be because of javi , it has to . she has to rub her arms to make the goosebumps go away   (   despite her mind’s insistence that it has nothing to do with her   )   as she pushes off of derek’s desk , and makes her way to luke’s . for the first time in her life , she stands awkwardly at the desk of a team member , hands primly clasped in front of her   (   as they have a tendency to want to touch him even in the simplest of ways , when it’s not allowed  )   .    ❝   hey , soldier .   ❞   she says softly , steeling herself for a conversation she's not entirely ready to have .   ❝   come to my office ? i think we need to talk .   ❞ 

[murkyhazed-hasmoved]

@stagnantsaints​ said:

“this is huge! this is bigger than huge this is - what’s bigger than huge?” fred @ velma

❝ well actually there are a few words that could describe something big.  huge is one of them yes, but there’s also gigantic, humongous, enormous, et cetera. ❞  velma shrugs her shoulders, as those words are common knowledge really.  ❝ i’m not really surprised by this development though are you?  it happens every time, like clockwork.  a masked figure terrorizes people, we look into it, we find the clues, make a discovery, get chased and then catch him.  it’s getting a bit repetitive. ❞

[erorred]

   [  PROMPT.  ]         @stagnantsaints​​   –––––––   ❝ You’re here because you want what you’ve been fantasizing about ever since you left the other night. ❞

      she’s  furious  because he knows what she knows.  he’s right,  and she hates that he’s right.     ‘  jesus  ––––  ’      cami’s jaw shifts,  and her mouth twists  ––  almost defensively,  her arms fold across her chest.  almost as quickly,  she lifts her left hand,  and scrubs it through her hair.  she’s almost regretting showing up on marcel’s doorstep to forget the day.   ‘  did you not want to get your dick sucked today ?  ’

[sagunita]

stagnantsaints replied to your post “oso appreciation post”

Idk if you're a dick or not for this. More on that later

[jenniferiisms]

@stagnantsaints​

She wasn’t going to say NO to Red Skins tickets. Especially not in a VIP box. Not that JJ was looking to date, especially not a CO WORKER, but like she had said: She wasn’t going to say NO to those tickets.

Besides: He had never actually said this was a DATE. And even if it was, then one date wasn’t going to make things weird. It wasn’t a romantic dinner after all, it was just a football game. One she was planning enjoying.

She had dressed in her jersey, and brought along a HAT for Reid, so he wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb amongst all the other fans. Surely, with a VIP box they’d be mostly surrounded by people who came here to make deals and talk about business, but most of them had the decency to at least show support for ONE team.

When JJ saw him approach through the crowd, her lips curved into a SMILE and she lifted her arm to give him a wave.

“Spence, over HERE!”

[chamberbled]

“Bury me shallow, I’ll be back.” wrong blog but lawyer!tom riddle

Ginny Weasley’s an intern for Aberforth Associates when she first meets Tom Riddle in an almost forgotten anteroom in the Court of Chancery, his cup of brewed coffee going stale as he glosses over mountains of parchment with practiced precision.

In retrospect, she should have paid more attention. Realized that stepping into that den of nuanced excess would subject her to his consequent and consistent scrutiny.

Ginny catches a glimpse of neat handwriting, near visceral for all its logic, and all she could do is clamp her mouth shut. Attempt to remain inconspicuous as she grabs herself a mug of hot water (no coffee) and promptly walks away.

She relays whatever information she’s gathered to Albus.

Fifty minutes later, they turn the tides in favor of their side. Something reporters would soon label a MIRACLE. Divine intervention in the form of an unassuming intern taking a much needed break.

The moment he realizes, Tom meets her gaze from across the stands and a chill runs down her spine. His smirk is charm-soaked and lethal. Amused. (”Tom Riddle never loses a case,” Harry had warned her beforehand, worry lines accompanying the scar on his forehead.)

And when he seeks her out afterwards, she finally understands. Bury me shallow, I’ll be back. She graduated first in her class, borne mostly of her iron will and still, she shudders like a leaf.

When Albus asks her what the opposing lawyer wanted, Ginny tells them nothing.

@ourpyrrhicvictory / shit hits different

[heroicintention]

@stagnantsaints liked this for a starter from Clarice Starling

The phone call... the end of something. Something Clarice didn’t quite understand, but how was she supposed to? The entire course of events had been confused, twisted, mutilated into something terrifying and utterly exhilarating for her. She had caught Buffalo Bill, yes, but she had also formed... something with a killer. Something she wasn’t sure of. Crawford had been right in telling her not to tell him about herself, not to tell him anything personal. 

Were the lambs still screaming... it was quieter now but perhaps only because of this loss. The turmoil and confusion that came with losing... something. Someone. Whatever Lecter had become to her, and she still wasn’t sure, but now graduation was looming before her. Her place on the Buffalo Bill case had made more of her instructors and classmates take her seriously, which had been a pleasant change even though now and then there would be a snide joke about the cannibal. It was easy to ignore, for the most part, that was until she started seeing him again..

Or thinking she was seeing him. It should terrify her, but when Lecter left she had never been afraid he’d try to find her. At least, not to kill her. So what did she feel now...? It was always in the corner of her eye, while she was walking or at the market. He’d be there and when she’d turn, he wouldn’t be. So this time she didn’t turn when she felt someone watching, tipped her head slightly, catching him in her peripheral.. Clarice was sure it was him and, perhaps stupidly, with that in mind, she started towards the end of the road. There was an alley that could get her to her apartment almost directly and while she usually wouldn’t take it.. she was hoping it would lure him out of whatever game he was playing.

[dumauricr]

                                           everything had PASSED in a haze since patrick had left , she’d done nothing but study && develop a steady drinking habit since that day -- still , her heart ached , fingers seeking him out in the bed sheets when she woke in the middle of night && finding nothing but the cold . bag is re-positioned on her shoulder , gaze upon the papers held between thin fingers , reading over notes made on the latest essay ; not her best work , but a passing grade nonetheless . perhaps it was a mixture of her inattention , && the sheer melancholy that draped her figure that caused her to miss the fact that she was about to COLLIDE with someone coming the opposite direction ; bag hits concrete , papers scatter .                     ‘ shit ! ‘

@stagnantsaints​