anonymous asked:

can you recommend me some 'the killing' blogs please? :)

i remember there being 2 or 3 others around when season 2 was airing

but they don’t seem to have returned with s3?

instead i recommend krickets and yusya1408

i think it was krickets who wrote some absolutely lovely rosie fic that i read a while back (correct me if i’m wrong)

and yusya1408 makes wonderfully perfect gif sets

krickets asked:

If Savages follows the book, Emile's roll is going to be very small. I'm having trouble remembering exactly because it was such a minor role in comparison, but I believe he plays a small time drug dealer that is neither at the center of Chon and Ben's work or Elena's (The cartel.). He's more of a peripheral character. Which is why he's not really in the previews.

oh man that sucks. his name is so high on the list, i thought it would be bigger ~

krickets asked:

What I think: Rosie was secretly working at the casino. Ames was in cahoots with Nicole and Jamie and we know they've met there before. We also know that Rosie has been to Jasper's home and was friends with him and that her parents know the Ames family. What makes the most sense is that Rosie didn't want to be seen by him because he knows her and she's had to hide from him before, either at the casino, or on her way to/from the casino.

Yes, I think it was Ames too. Good point about her not wanting him to know she worked there.

- mykingslayer

I ❤ Kricket

i <3 #Kricket … she cracks me up!

& This is why…

“Why is he obsessed with you? What have you done to him to make him this way?”

… “Well, that’s simple, Nezra, I ran away from him and swore to him that I’d never do anything he says. You should try it sometime. It’s called ‘I hate you, leave me alone.’ It gets all the psychos foaming at the mouth for more. Add a little ‘I’ll never love you,’ and bam! Instant crazy.”

A must read!


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star9000 asked:

Once you get this, list five things that make you happy and then put this in the ask of ten people who reblogged from you last.

My history professor, green tea fraps, my puppy Kricket, France, John Barrowman

NetGalley Review: Sea of Stars (Kricket #2) by Amy A. Bartol

NetGalley Review: Sea of Stars (Kricket #2) by Amy A. Bartol

Published March 31, 2015
291 Pages

This series has some amazing book covers!

So Kricket is the most wanted woman alive. She is slowly understanding and finding out she is more powerful than she or Trey thought. 

Now on the planet Ethar, Kricket is a target to both the Rafe and the Alameeda house. But when a vision comes in the form of danger, Kricket must decide if her gift of seeing the…

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DE SYNGER MIG TIL RO - aka Fifty Skades of Cray

There was only one silence in the forest that morning. It was not that of the trees, for they were bustling with chirps and scampers. It was not that of the dirt, which brimmed with the quiet but not noiseless busyings of ants and spiders and worms. It was not that of the man, for his baritone filled the woods and engulfed the other sounds within itself; swaddling them and curling around the edges of rustling leaves. The twigs snapping beneath his running shoes; a disjointed staccato to his song. The cadence was off, but the man smiled blissfully as he tended to the small fire crackling before him.

There was only one silence, and it was that of Kricket Tacy.

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