Send me a number from 1-50, without looking at the list!If you’re brave enough, reblog without looking too!
Fuck. .. Jesus Christ, I don’t know! Uh.. U-Uh, um..
[shakes head and points at harvey] I’m sorry! You.. You’re funny, and you protect me, but..
B-But Patrick.. [tenses up] He’s really important to me. I h-hope you understand..
I’ll always be there for you, kiddo. No matter what. Just promise me one thing.
Don’t kick his ass too hard, alright?
Here’s some examples to start you off-
- Confess! Do you like [insert name here]?
- Confess! Is it true that you once [insert odd/silly activity here]?
- Confess! Are you scared of [insert fear here]?
- Confess! Did you cry during [insert movie here]Or think of your own! Be as cunning as you like…
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Send my muse prying asks about anything and everything… please?
Me neither. If you rerouted all that code correctly it should’ve gone through. I can pull a system restart if you need me to, but I would check that all the tubes are pointing to the right place first.
It’s your call, Johnnyboy.
Topside/Contract Killer!Harvey AU thingy.
"What the fuck!" Harvey exclaimed at his employer. Even if it was a business setting, it still surprised him. Not these two.
"Mr. McTanner." The clean-cut man urged "You’re one of the best. These are popular women. You’re one of the only men we have that could pull it off. We need you.”
"I know but…" Harvey faltered. "I know these women, Al. They’re close friends.” Harvey said with a pleading voice.
"These kinds of women are hardly ever your actual friends. Even if they are, that means you can get closer to both of them. Closer than anyone else." The man said flatly. God, did he have no heart?
"How much?" Harvey asked, trying to change the subject.
"Really?" Harvey said with a genuinely interested tone.
"Really." Al confirmed.
"Fine…" The tailor said begrudgingly. He pointed to a single sheet of paper. An early death certificate. At the top was a single name.
"I-I…" Jasmine looked between the two with a pained expression. "I’m sorry." She whispered, raising the pistol she clutched in her trembling hands. "I have no choice." And just like that she fired at—
Jesus fuck. Jasmine… Please…