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                 Veronica and Weevil - season one W: See, there you go with that head tilt thing. You know, you think you’re all bad-ass, but whenever you need something, it’s all [mimics Veronica’s head tilt] “Hey.” V:��Just be glad I don’t flip my hair. I’d own you. 

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vm + text posts

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Happy Halloween!

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Veronica Mars + Costumes.

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If someone thinks they have the upper hand, break it.

L.J. Gibbs (via eternally-cynical)

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Ask my muse personal questions!

Time to pry into their life.

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Veronica is big time bisexual.

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Weevil: If you're looking for my trophy, it's back by auto shop.

Veronica: Lube job? Or, can you medal in stealing hub caps?

Weevil: Is this 1970? Rims, baby.

Veronica: So you got a trophy for a rim job?

Weevil: Forget it. Look, I got some information for you.

Veronica: Finally! A Deep Throat to call my own.

Weevil: I'm not going to touch that one.

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You know what they say about loss. ‘I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone-you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.’ Well, I’m not learning. 

It’s been over a year since Logan’s death. I’m still struggling. I’m still drifting. I thought leaving Neptune would fix my problems, that packing up my car and my dog and driving around the country would help me escape the gaping hole inside me. If anything, it just made it worse. 

But money runs out, and now it’s time to settle down, find a job. So, private eye in New York it is, for now.

Veronica opened the door to her tiny office, shaking the rain out of her jacket and umbrella. It was pouring outside, but at least it wasn’t the snow that had been predicted. She would take the small miracles. Hopefully, today would be productive. The private eye business wasn’t exactly lucrative, but it was what Veronica knew how to do, what she was good at.

She dropped her purse behind her desk and flipped on the light that illuminated the window, shining out into the grey of the day that Mars Investigations was open for business. It wasn’t original, taking the same name as her dad’s business, but it worked. That was what mattered. 

Settling down behind her desk, she flipped through the few cases that she had, mostly cheating husbands, a few missing pets, one suspected espionage case. She missed the days of interesting cases, although the excitement wasn’t missed. 

The door opened and Veronica glanced up from her cases. “Can I help you?” She asked the person who had entered the office, shuffling her cases off  to the side, “Are you here for a case?”

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