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and the journey of 15 seasons of CM comes to an end and i am... crying

#ooc. / probably crying tbh #))))))):

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the season 14 finale of cm is a fucking trainwreck what lmao

#ooc. / probably crying tbh

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ladyreckoning​:

At first, Veronica considers being brave. She considers staying put with that vase in her hand and helping to defend her apartment from whatever is going on. But she sees the look in Agent Cross’s eyes and thinks better of it. They’d talked about this before, about what happens when it’s time for Sawyer to do her job. Veronica has to trust her and listen to the other or they’ll b e in even greater danger than they already were. So Veronica does as she’s told, she goes into her bedroom and locks the door. But instead of keeping the vase in her hands, she puts it down in the middle of the room and moves to the safe. It’s in the second drawer of her vanity, in a lock box with a pin pad safe that only she can open. Her father may not be a good man but he’d taught Veronica some very important things about protecting herself. One of those things was to always be armed. 

She’d never had to take that gun out before but she takes it out now, with shaky hands, surprised once again by how cold and heavy it is. And then she waits. She hears a scuffle but it’s far away. Silence. And then the door. Veronica waits, standing by her bed, out of eyeline of the door, with the gun pointed straight in front of her, finger on the trigger. As she hears footsteps approach, she tightens her grip, squares her jaw, prepares herself. She’ll think about what happened to Agent Cross and whether or not she’s alive after. First – this. 

Ms Lodge. She hears Sawyer’s voice and exhales with relief. She isn’t dead. But it could still be a trap. She could be held at gun point, being forced to knock on the door. She doesn’t know Sawyer quite well enough to know what she’d do if her life was being threatened, and Veronica’s too smart a business woman to not think of every possible outcome. “Come in,” she urges her. But she’s still holding the gun, still not moving, still standing on the other side of the door. “You can come in.”

It doesn’t come as a shock, that after all these years at the FBI, that its not the gun that startles her when she opens the door, but the person holding it. Her eyes immediately flicker to Veronica’s handgun, except this isn’t like any other armed gunman situation. Sawyer shows Veronica her weapon and steps through the door, lowering her voice as gently as she possibly can. ❛ Hey, its okay. Its just me. Look, I’m putting my gun away –– ❜ She holsters her handgun. ❛ –– and you’re going to put yours down too, and I’m going to close this door, and we’re both going to take a deep breath and talk about what happened before I call my unit chief, okay?❜

The reality is, she knows how scary it is for someone who doesn’t see this on a day-to-day basis, and it only reminds her of how numb she is to it all. Especially for someone who is in real danger. Who, by proxy, is associated to a dangerous underground connection of criminals that have taken years for the police and the FBI to decipher. She’s learned to disassociate herself from her near-death experiences, such as this one –– that man could’ve shot her in the hallway and she could’ve been as good as dead without a bulletproof vest, but she’s learned to force herself not to think about it. Veronica might not be so lucky yet. 

So instead, she reaches out, one hand for the gun, the other one to hold Veronica, even if she should be on the line with her boss and she should be on the line with the police reporting an incident in the building. ❛ He’s gone, I swear.❜

#ladyreckoning #verse tbt!

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ladyreckoning​:

Veronica can’t remember the last time she’d felt – safe. Even with Agent Cross there to protect her. If anything, having the Agent always around had just made her feel lorded over, not much different from her father and his army of goons. But tonight, with a whole mistake’s worth of tequila in her system and far too many sugary drink rims making her stomach sour, she feels safe. She buries her head a little further into her pillow, listens to Sawyer’s answers with her eyes closed. 

But at the end of it, Veronica sits up, fixes her blanket around herself, and looks after Sawyer, pondering the other woman’s answer for a minute before she finally opens her mouth. “Wait –” she calls out, still pausing around the words before she speaks again. “Do you think I’m a bad person, Agent Cross? Because it’s taken me this long to do something about him. If the people we surround ourselves with are truly–” she stops in the middle of the ramble and sinks back against her pillow. “Sorry, that’s not a fair question. You don’t have to answer it.”

She thinks she’s in the clear, about to head out Veronica’s door after she’s sure she’s got her in bed tucked safely and comfortable with the light’s off, when her question –– though a valid assessment –– comes unexpectedly. Sawyer hesitates at the edge of Veronica’s bed, and watches her as her eyes finally adjust to the darkness and she can finally make out faint colors in Veronica’s silhouette. She walks back to her side; this time, when she crouches next to an intoxicated Veronica Lodge, its not to help her out of her dress and out of her heels like something completely out of her job description, but genuine, sorry she would even think that in the first place. 

❛ I’ve met a lot of truly, truly bad people ––❜ She whispers; her fingers rest at the edge of Veronica’s bed. ❛ –– the worst of the worst. People who would make your skin crawl. But I’ve also met people who have made mistakes and do everything they can to atone for them. You are not a bad person, Veronica. I don’t think you are. I wouldn’t be here right now if I did. ❜ 

#ladyreckoning #verse tbt!

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ladyreckoning​:

memes and things: @supervisories​ sent [ drunk ] your muse takes care of my very drunk muse

 ❝ You know, Agent Cross. I’m a girl of the new millennium. I don’t like cops and  I have far too much self respect to lose my cool over a man in uniform. But you– ❞ A small, curious, delighted smile pulls on Veronica’s lips as she wakes up  on her bed to Agent Cross tugging her favorite heels off and setting them with enough care on the floor to suggest that she knows they’re italian or knows Veronica wouldn’t want them manhandled. Anyone else and she wouldn’t trust it. Anyone else but the irritatingly good and dutiful Agent Cross. So instead of worrying, Veronica looks the other woman up and down, her throw blanket pulled up over her bare chest. She’d thrown her dress off five minutes before and entirely forgotten she’d done it.   ❝ You’re hot, Agent Cross. ❞ It’s simple and to the point. But she says it as though she’s awarding her a trophy.   ❝ In a good guy kind of way. ❞ Veronica closes her eyes then like she’s suddenly forgotten that she’s speaking to another person, and lays her head against the pillow, tucking her hand underneath it. “  ❝ I think maybe I could use a few more good guy types in my life. ❞ 

There’s a moment, so brief that in the darkness of Veronica Lodge’s (drunk) bedroom it’s barely discernible, that Agent Sawyer Cross turns deep red. She reminds herself, after she sets Veronica’s heels on the ground with incredible care and lets her go on her tangent, that Veronica is a person of interest she is supposed to protect and not get attached to, nevertheless, the small pebble in her shoe on the smallest of days and a real pain in her ass on the biggest. Like today, drunk and probably crossing a boundary (a boundary that neither of them had established in the first place), but enough that it has Sawyer biting her tongue and gently pulling Veronica’s knees onto the bed as she stands from the carpeted floor where she’d been on her knees a second before, and like Veronica’s bare torso, covering her waist and the rest of her body with the rest of her duvet. She laughs it off, feigns a casual air between them, as she only reaches over Veronica to adjust her pillow. ❛ I think its the first time we’ve ever agreed on something, Ms. Lodge.❜ And then, to the lamp on the other side, which she clicks off.  ❛ The kind of people we surround ourselves with are a direct reflection of who we are. Its not too late to change that. ❜

#ladyreckoning #verse tbt!

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bauresurrected​:

       “The last time I had a hunch about something, I canceled my offer on a brownstone and fled the country for five years.” It sounds off-hand, and maybe funny, but she means it. ( Though what exactly that hunch was is left open to her own imagination, sometimes. ) The folder is set down in front of her and she straightens her back as she reaches for it. “The last time I had a hunch about a case, I almost caused an international incident with the Vatican.” Dave helped. “But I was right.” She opens the folder, but she’s still looking up at Sawyer. “So explain why you’re right.” 

There’s a brief moment, as Emily spews her commentary about hunches, where she considers dropping the conversation about her hunch and begging Emily to tell her all there was to know about her speculations and the Vatican. She stands there, with her mouth slightly agape –– ❛ I’m going to... Ask questions about all of that later. ❜ Before she sits across from her on the desk, and takes the first picture on top of the folder. ❛ Okay. Well, when I worked for the Metro Police, I started compiling this list of missing people –– kids, teenagers, that had disappeared all over the D.C area over the past fifteen years. This girl –– her name is Melissa Ramos, high risk, went to juvie, trouble with drugs, so the Metro Police is now calling her a teenage runaway... ❜ 

And then, she takes another random set of pictures, five of them, and lays them out. ❛ But they did the same with every single one of these kids. They don’t see a pattern but, these kids, they are all teenagers of color, between the ages of thirteen and sixteen, and according to their friends or family, they were all LGBT. Some had been kicked out of their homes, some of them were acting out... I don’t think this is kids who decided to run away and never come back. I think they were all targeted abductions, by someone who knew the Metro PD would turn the other cheek.❜

#bauresurrected #verse. behavioral analysis unit / main

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‘ you can't keep me safe from everything. ’

memes → protector/protectee sentence starters

❛ You’re right. ❜ Its a strange and yet, honest thing to admit. The reality was, no matter how hard she tried there would always be someone, something more dangerous, more prepared, more elusive, something that would eventually get the jump on Sawyer, on any of them. But she’s held someone close and lost them before, and she thinks, as she’s gotten to know Penelope Garcia, that holding her at arms length was not an option anymore. What else could she do now, but sit here and count her blessings while she still has them. Maybe its the line of work, to think so fatalistically, maybe its just her. Maybe she’s always been unable to look at things in bright sides, but she’s trying. 

❛ –– You’re right, you know? Of course you do, you always are. I’ve spent... such a huge part of my life hanging onto what if’s and if only’s and this job, it makes it even harder not to wonder: what if I’ve been there a fraction of a second earlier, if only I hadn’t followed protocol, what if I hadn’t pulled the trigger –– ❜ A beat. She reaches over, to touch Penelope’s hand with her own, to brush her thumb across her knuckles as she swallows the knot in her throat. ❛ Penelope, I know I can’t protect you from everything, but I can try to protect you from the things that I can. Like spending the night here on your couch because someone sent you a threatening letter. If I don’t... Then what if...  ❜

#i'm..... super fine idk what you're talking about #pennelophe #verse. behavioral analysis unit / main

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morning after starters

“  last night was nice.  ” “  lets do this again some time.  ” “  i’ll leave my number.  ” “  i gotta go, sorry.  ” “  can’t you at least stay for breakfast?  ” “  i’ll make coffee—don’t go anywhere.  ” “  next time, maybe i’ll buy you dinner first.  ” “  if we do this again you better buy me dinner first.  ” “  i don’t think my legs work again yet.  ” “  i don’t wanna get up.  ” “  no don’t move, it’s too cold outside the covers.  ” “  there’s no way i can hide these marks…  ” “  this was probably a mistake.  ” “  this can’t happen again.  ” “  you always say that, and yet we wind up right back here.  ” “  are you watching me sleep?  ” “  you look cute all frazzled like this.  ” “  why are you looking at me like that?  ” “  keep kissing me like that and we’re gonna end up back in bed.  ” “  something wrong? ” “  i’d stay if i could, i promise.  ” “  so if i put my number in your phone, you actually gonna text me? ” “  i made breakfast.  ” “  how do you take your coffee?  ” “  fuck! i’m late—  ” “  did you turn the alarm off?  ” “  if you don’t turn that alarm off i’m gonna throw it out the window.  ” “  i can’t find my shirt.  ” “  babe, we slept in.  ” “  i know you’re awake.  ” “  i’ll stay.  ” “  why don’t you stay?  ” “  i like waking up with you.  ” “  i like having you here at night.  ” “  you know, if you moved in we wouldn’t keep having to say goodbye like this.  ” “  so when are we gonna actually go on a real date?  ” “  do i smell bacon?  ” “  you made pancakes?  ” “  come on, come back to bed.  ” “  you weren’t there when i woke up.  ” “  i thought you left.  ” “  do you want me to go?  ” “  just let me sleep for five more minutes.  ” “  you’re really beautiful/handsome. even if you drool.  ” “  you talk in your sleep, ya know.  ”  

ACTIONS:  1. for one muse to surprise the other with breakfast in bed 2. for our muses to go another round in the morning 3. for your muse to join mine in the shower while getting ready for the day 4. for one muse to stop the other from trying to sneak away 5. for one muse to invite the other to spend the rest of the day with them  6. for one muse to convince the other to stay in bed the rest of the day 7. for our muses to have sex in the kitchen instead of finishing breakfast 8. for our muses to spoon 9. for one muse to wake up with morning wood  10. for one muse to wake the other up with oral  11. for lazy morning sex  12. for one muse to wake the other because they’re having a nightmare  13. for one muse to distract the other from getting ready by kissing/groping them 14. for one muse to kick the other out of their home  15. for our muses to wake with no recollection of the night before  

#gen. / memes

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assassins take no pride in fighting fairly, but in winning –– independent, original character / written by liz

#nobody hates me more than me #gen. / self promo

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or  what,   you’ll  spank  me?        /         indie  penelope  garcia  from  criminal  minds,  headcanon  based,  as  interpreted  by  venus.

#gen. / promo tag #yesssss

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its 6 1/2 hours till midnight here and people are already doing the fireworks i’m so mad my dogs are pissed

#ooc. / probably crying tbh #death to all pyrotechnics

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sawyer needs more female villains to fall for in her life

#dlahjglaknlgakmslamglksdm #ooc. / probably crying tbh #honestly what a trope

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SPECIAL AGENT CASEY KING - indie private selective ORIGINAL CHARACTER written by JJ

#sawyer vc: *sweats* #my wife and sawyer's future wife #gen. / promo tag

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@j-reau: you know this person? me: who? jj​: this person me: no? jj: yes you do jj: we do this every night jj: liz jj: every single night

#ooc. / probably crying tbh #its fine she loves me

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𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙸𝙽𝙶? 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 – 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙼𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚋? 𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚎: 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗… 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞.  / created by: liz (google doc link in source)

#hey support my brand #gen. / self promo

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#ldknflsdbglkasndgbsnldgkasmldgkma sdlgmk literally her #gen. / visage

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ladyreckoning​:

Despite heading to bed at a normal hour Veronica hasn’t been doing much sleeping. She goes to bed to get some time alone – nothing against her new, strapping escort – but it helps to not feel quite so hawked over for a few hours. It isn’t Agent Cross’s fault. She’s helpful and dutiful to match her chiseled jaw and her biceps. A good soldier with a job to do despite every heel stomp and tantrum Veronica throws at her. And she’s thrown a few. Because despite her calm, collected facade, Veronica Lodge feels like the earth is shaking, like she’s caught in Los Angeles and the big one has finally hit with no end in sight. She takes long, hot showers, wraps herself in her robe, and spends her nights alone, with perfume on her pillow – a trick she learned from her mother – and her fingers running through her own hair, stressed and anxious and pondering. 

Until she hears it. Veronica stands in an instant, far more on edge than she’d like to be. 

She finds Agent Cross just as alert and ready outside of her room. She opens her mouth to ask what it is but stops it immediately when she’s held where she stands. Quiet is probably better and Veronica may be a damsel but she’s certain not stupid. She stays put, nods her head, tries to strengthen the worry and fear out of her eyes and grabs a vase off the end table closest to the couch. It’s not the gun Agent Cross is holding, but it counts. 

Momentarily distracted by the sound of Veronica shuffling behind her, she makes not of the vase in her hands with a quizzical look on her face, before she looks at the peephole again. That’s when she sees him, it, the man behind the door with a heavy winded jacket quietly screwing a silencer on a handgun. It makes every nerve in Sawyer’s body stand up and she shakes her head in Veronica’s direction again, points to the room behind her and takes a few steps back and away from the door. ❛ Get inside. Lock the door. Don’t come out until I say so. ❜

And that’s when the knock comes, three slow and tentative taps against the wood, and Sawyer is the one moving towards it. When she looks again, he has his side to the door, and the gun tucked in his jacket, Sawyer swings the door open with the gun aiming at his head. ❛ Drop... Your weapon.❜

The look of surprise in his face does not elude her; he swings at her and Sawyer ducks, giving him enough time to take off on a sprint down the hallway. She doesn’t say anything, doesn’t order him to stop, doesn’t tell him she’s with the FBI (she knows what’s at stake here, what could happen if he has that information and this is someone associated to Veronica’s father), but she takes off after him anyway. He shoots when she stops at a corner, but she ducks just in time to see the hole it leaves on the wall behind her, and he’s pushing a window open as Sawyer chases him again. He slides out with a surprising amount of ease, so much so, that when Sawyer stops at the window and looks out –– he’s gone. 

When she returns to Veronica’s apartment not fifteen minutes later (after doing a thorough sweep of every nook and cranny of her floor), she’s holstering her gun and locking the door behind her. All three bolts, with her phone in hand; she’ll have to report this to her superiors, but there is something more important that needs tending first. The girl behind the door. Sawyer knocks on Veronica’s bedroom door, leans against it.  ❛ Ms. Lodge... Would you like to come out or would you like me to come in instead?❜

#ladyreckoning #verse tbt!