anonymous asked:

You have probably been asked this question a lot of time, and excuse me if I am just repeating it. I would like to read a fiction about Maura and Jane having to confess their love for each other, and it just grown from their. It could be about their relationship growing from that point on. Thanks.

Hope you enjoy:

Yellow is for Friendship | ThePriceIsMeg

Sum of the Whole | ArcadiaArden

Doctor and Patient | tika12001

Maura’s Bad Habit | notsure2010

Take Your Time | DetectiveMcGeek

7 Days | CharlieLover

The Perfect Storm | futurebwaystar411

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Please do not allow me to become something I am not

You must help me fight against this urge,
This insatiable desire to transform into somebody else

If you love me, don’t let me lose myself

—  h.m.

I hate the shit hole that I’m in… Its always dark and what light there is comes from the television. Much like a sanitarium it’s always cartoons and discovery channel. There’s never peace and there’s never privacy. At night though I’ve taken a liking to hearing the through the walls. The arguments that happen in the apartment above to the strange rumblings next door– all small signs that what I have might be at least a little better than what someone else does.
The reason for my quite horrid living arrangement is the result of bad luck with homes. The apartment I rented months ago had a kitchen ceiling cave in, that exposed a potentially killer mold. After that, I lived with my aunt before her home burned to a squirrel that had an appetite for bad wiring close to the attic.
All these things happen and a book tells me I should always “look at the bright side” when I haven’t got the patience for Job like lamentations.
It’s the noises at night, and the noises alone that keep me intrigued. I no longer paint in solitude, but with distraction. I won’t sing songs about life not being fair and all that self worth shit that people normally do… I just want to find a way out.

– Artwork by me as well *Joshua Raymond*

I have an overnight shift tonight and im dreading ittttt gahhhhhhh but my bf wants me to stay with him tomorrow when i get off of work so theres that to look forward to :))))))

The only thing that kinda sucks about working at a school is I have to apparently watch what is on my shirts… My mom told me my shirt wasn’t appropriate her exact words were “doesn’t your shirt say knife the party?”
No mom its knife party 😒