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there were a few familiar faces in the crowd, rosalind aimlessly wandering around with her half drunken beer in hand. she spots a particular familiar face struggling to make conversation. she brings a hand up to her mouth to stifle the growing laughter. ❝JESUS, that was painful to listen to. ❞ rosalind came up from behind sam, her arms still folded as she watched his VICTIM  leave. she shrugs a shoulder, rolling her eyes back to him.  ❝ eh, they looked like an asshole anyway, ❞ she supplies offhandedly. she peeks into his cup before plucking a chip.  ❝ however, your generosity shouldn’t go to waste. ❞ she smiles teasingly plopping the dorito into her mouth.

The understandably weirded out person left as soon as Rosalind approached him, while Sam quietly watched. His pro-active attempt at social interaction with strangers had gone horribly wrong, oh well, time to give up and retreat into a corner. However, Rosie kept on talking, which somehow put him a little at ease. "Uh, did they? I'm not good at knowing that." He rubbed his neck in some frustration - all he wanted to do was leave and be by himself for a while, recharge his batteries. His eyes left the now distant figure and focused on her with a small smile as she paid attention to his offer. "Thank you." He reached for one too. "Was it that bad, though?"

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you have to fall in love with the things around you because when its 3am and you’re up crying alone, giving up all hope. sometimes the only thing that’s gonna keep you here is the stars. and that is enough.

you don’t always need a grand reason to stay, let the small things be enough. (via drowningpoetry)

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The longer the party went on, the more he itched to get out. However, there was something in the back of his mind, the words people had told him far too often, 'just let go'. As such, Sam decided to give it a shot. With a plastic cup filled with chips instead of alcohol, he roamed the living room in search for anyone who wasn't too deep into conversation, before picking his target. "Parties are fun. I like the music. Uh..." His mind searched for generally accepted facts to say. "Dancing is-" He sighed, already so done with it all. "Chips?"

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           he was on his way home after a brief  m e e t i n g  with the fireflies ,   the way things had ended had pissed him off beyond belief ,  something that was never hard to do to bash but lately had been a little too easy .   the walk home was supposed to have been a chance for him to CLEAR his mind ,   rid himself of the dumb shit the others had spewed at him during the meeting . .  and it was going according to plan ,   until the streetlights s u d d e n l y  turned off and the streets were bathed in darkness .  as he took a quick look around the windows to every home on the street had done the  s  a  m  e .  it was pitch black ,  almost as if he had closed his eyes .  FUCKING GREAT ,   a blackout ???  this was the last thing he needed , when would the world stop making him angry ?   as he muttered profanities under his breath ,   he took out his phone switching on the flashlight .  the world may have been going to  s h i t  but at least smartphones were around to save the day . .   well at least for another 30% .   ‘  hey YOU ! . .  –  ’  bash called out as he watched someone trying to break into a car with a coat hanger , not too far from where he was  .    ‘  – cut that shit out !! ’ 

The moment the power was down, Sam called the precinct, informing them that he was more than available to work. Always ready to jump in on the action. Right after that, he was on the streets, telling people to stay inside, keeping his eyes peeled for the crime he knew far too well would happen in the shadows, now that they covered everything instead of just the unwanted corners. The loud voice in the opposite direction he was heading in made him turn around and follow it, suspicious and in a defensive position. However, he only got there in time to watch someone who had obviously been doing something illegal disappear into a dark street, where he knew that without backup and lights he would not stand a chance. He sighed, frustrated as he walked up to the car, quickly understanding the situation without the other man even talking. "You should stay indoors." He took another look at the dark street, shaking his head. Nothing he could do about it now.

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        Cleo had only crashed the reporter’s birthday party just a few moments before. It’d been        a SPITEFUL move. For Cleo, the idea had been a bit of a win-win situation. She’d get to        go to a party–something she was always up for–and she’d get to possibly piss off that         snappy, annoying reporter.                 Her plans to piss off the woman had lingered far from her mind. Something that had                been far gone when someone dared to say that she couldn’t down as many shots as                 they could. Now, Cleo’s attention was focused far more on the activity around her. She                 particularly gravitated towards ONE LONER who seemed to be having no fun at all.                 That was simply unacceptable in her hazed mind.         “ It’s a PARTY, ” She stated, matter of factly, “ So, why are you standing over in the corner? ”           Without invitation, the woman grabbed hold of the other’s hands and tugged on them.         “ Come on, dance with meeee, ” Cleo demanded, voice taking on a childish whine.

Most people around him seemed to be having quite some fun. Of course, half of their euphoria was alcohol made, but all of it nudged on that one thing he didn't like to think about. People around him seemed to be having fun and he didn't know how to make himself want the same thing. The thought of going around mingling, getting to know others - everything was daunting. And above all, just thinking about it made him feel exhausted.

After being dragged to the party by a friend, Sam knew leaving wasn't an option. As such, he'd been walking around, occasionally with a snack on his hands, simply trying to make sure that he didn't completely lose track of the people he knew - after all, he was the responsible and sober friend.

He was lost in thought, his eyes scanning the environment all around him, when the woman approached him. His mouth opened, as if he was going to say something, but no sound came out of it right away. Instead, he followed her lead, looking very obviously uncomfortable. "I, uh, don't - It's, hm. My frie- okay. Okay, dancing."

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drmarshall:

OPEN

Nolan TRAIPSED into the party, the sweat clinging to his skin as he tried to air out his T-shirt. He was NOT a guest, barely even knowing the girl’s name. However, he had a RESPONSIBILITY given his medical license. Where there was a THRONG of people there was bound to be TROUBLE. Parties weren’t his thing but, he’d mostly stay out of everyone’s hairs and play CANDY CRUSH on his phone. He looked down at it, it was dead, and no power. He sighed walking to the corner where there was food. He’d just STUFF his face that evening to keep BOREDOM from seeping in. 

"I hate parties." The words flew out of his mouth the moment he reached Nolan. Parties meant loud chatter, louder music, the expectation of human interaction and drinking. They were like a checklist of everything he'd rather avoid. "Parker dragged me here and then disappeared." To say that they both looked uncomfortable would be an understatement. "God knows what people are doing out there, I should be doing something useful."

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✧ (theo)

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you.  ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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              parker was  a m a z e d  by how much sam could not give a fuck when it came to his choice in shitty films .  for as long as he could remember movie nights at sam’s always went like this .   they would spend an hour ( if not more ) fighting over the genre & film and it would always END in the same was; sam picking whatever he wanted. so parker having to watch the lion king, didn’t really strike him as odd. he’d come prepared, his arsenal of witty commentary was fully loaded .  ‘ ━ you are a grown goddamn man ,  w h y  do you own a blue-ray copy of the lion king ? ’ parker asked laughing .  ‘ and you do realise i can burn that shit right ?  ’  he rolled his eyes as the music began .  this was gonna be a long night .  ‘ yeah so vibrant so beautiful … ’  he responded dryly .  ‘  you know what other colors are vibrant ?? the ones my brains’ll leave on your wall after ive blown them out .  ’

"Because the VCR is at my parents'." Her replied with a serious expression, but soon a smile started creeping in again. "Try it." The smile only grew wider. Sam knew how it would go. He'd pick something Parker wouldn't appreciate nearly as much as he did and his friend would sarcastically comment all along, so it was only a matter of time before those started spilling out. Not that he would admit it very often, but it was all usually quite entertaining to hear. "I usually only get like that after Mufasa's death, but I get it. Circle of life is intense." The words had barely left his mouth once he began laughing at them, his attempt at keeping up with the dry sarcasm ruined. "C'mon, sing along, go wild. You’re secretly enjoying it."

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vidaoliveira:

@beckettsam sent purple for a silly starter.

     letting out a sigh vida inspected her nails as she sat cross-legged in a frankly  u n c o m f or t a b l e  steel chair in a room way too boxy for her liking .  surrounding by nothing but a single table and a large mirror ( who she knew better than to check herself out in ) tapping her foot softly she waited PATIENTLY for the door to swing open & the usual face she was met with to come at her with questions which she would swear she knew nothing about .  ‘ – detective beckett …  ’   she called out in a singsongy voice ,   looking  d i r e c t l y  at the mirror across from her .   ‘ are we going to get this over with anytime SOON ?  ’ a disgustingly sweet smile following her question . 

'This is barely evidence at all', said the sergeant for the fifth time. Sam had been counting. The script never changed: Vida Oliveira sat innocently in the interrogation room, superior officers disappointingly lectured him on how he was grasping at straws and how it was barely legal to keep her there, Sam insisted that 'yes, Oliveira is connected to this, I'm sure, I just need some time to get something out of her'. He never did, and she walked out free, victorious. Her call, dripping in amusement, snapped him out of the quiet listening he was doing, and he looked around, sighing loudly. The lecture was soon over, and Sam wasted no time getting into the interrogation room - there was never enough time between them. "Stop with the smiles. No one buys that fake innocence." His voice was surprisingly assertive, his sentences quickly thought out and said with no stammering or rambling - Sam was exhausted. "Two days ago," he dropped a heavy folder on the table, the noise of the impact filling the silent pause, "there was a break-in at an upscale apartment on the 32nd. You know this, of course. It fits right in with the ones I've asked you about a month ago."

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[ parker ]: goddammit....

[ parker ]: you try the exercises dr. whitman told us about??

[ sam ]: Yeah. Obviously with not much success... It's okay. I'll be fine.

[ sam ]: Why are you awake?

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1 & 8

1: it's the apocalypse. you lay next to the person you trust and love most, and start talking. you know your time is limited. what is the one thing you want them to know before you two die?

"I love y– that I lo– "

8: you are locked in a room until the day you die, and have a choice to spend this time with one person. will you choose someone? if yes, who is it? why?

"This is all speculation, right? So reality has no influence. David. But, hm, uh if not, hm my mom? No one? I don't know."

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[ parker ]: Seriously, it’s 5am. STOP CREEPIN and START SLEEPIN!

[ sam ]: Can't. I have work in a bit so I won't even bother sleeping.

[ sam ]: It's one of those nights.

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✧ ( parker )

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. (not the disney Blu-rays) ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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✧ (Ophelia)

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

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[text]: Look man if you’re looking for a voice of reason, you’re talking to the wrong person. | [text]: Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated. | [text]: You were in the bathroom for two hours practicing “Revenge Faces”. (from Ophelia.)

[text]: Look man if you’re looking for a voice of reason, you’re talking to the wrong person.

[text]: That's a very reasonable reply, though. [text]: You messed up your own argument. Hahaha

[text]: Reports of my death were greatly exaggerated.

[text]: No shit? The dead don't text.[text]: Imagine a skeleton triple texting.

[text]: You were in the bathroom for two hours practicing “Revenge Faces”.

[text]: Being scary is hard. I needed to intimidate that suspect. So yeah, that was police work. Two hours of it. Police work.