ugh they are perfect!

kristsune  asked:

Ugh. so many of those prompts are /perfect/ for Gordlock, but I'm gonna go with: “You look like you could use some help.” because of reasons? I love your Gordlock, bless you for this pairing <3

13. “You look like you could use some help.”

In retrospect, tackling a man he could barely fit his arms around was probably not his greatest idea. When the man went limp in his arms and fell to the ground, taking Jim with him, he wasn’t so much surprised as chagrined to see Harvey walking over, tranquilizing gun in his hand.

“You looked like you could use some help.” Harvey pursed his lips, standing over the commotion as Jim finally sat back, everything hurting.

“I had him on the ropes,” Jim pouted, or as much as he could with a split lip.

“Uh-huh, and what possessed you to take on a 400 pound gorilla with fisticuffs?” Harvey arched an eyebrow, setting down the rifle and crouching next to Jim to peer at the severity of his wounds.

“He wasn’t 400 pounds when we started,” Jim muttered.

“What’s that?” Harvey tsked, deliberately nudging the already swelling bruise on Jim’s face. Also known as Jim’s entire face right now.

“Ow!” Jim flinched, turning aside. He sighed, “He’s one of Strange’s, he was… normal size when we started.”

“And you think that makes this better?” Harvey deadpanned, taking in Jim’s pummeled appearance, from black eye, to stream of blood from his nose and mouth, to the over all flushed and puffy complexion of his features.

“…sorry,” Jim mumbled, ashamed of himself in the face of Harvey’s concern.

“That’s what you’ve got the badge for, Jim,” Harvey shook his head, knowing this would fall on deaf ears, “That’s why you get to carry a gun. You know, they really ought to strengthen those gun licensing laws, make sure those fools qualified to use ‘em have the brain cells to know what they’re for.”

Jim tried to smile, but his mouth wouldn’t let him. “You saying I don’t have enough brain cells, Bullock? Ow ow ow!”

“Well, you certainly can’t afford to lose any,” Harvey squinted at him, “He didn’t throw you up against the back wall did he?”

Jim shook his head, gingerly. “No, I did avoid that. All of this is from before I climbed on his back.” He gestured to his face.

Harvey nodded. “We’ll have Lee check you for a concussion anyway. Then you’re coming home with me.” He stood up, then bent down to help Jim to his feet.

“You’re not worried about me now, are you, Captain?” Jim joked weakly, leaning heavily on Harvey as he stood up. Harvey sucked in a breath and Jim swallowed, wondering, worrying, but then Harvey spoke, “Nah, I just got a bag of peas with your name on it.”

Jim laughed, faintly, and nodded. “Of course you do. What, no prime rib this time?”

“You ain’t worth it, big shot,” Harvey snorted, leading Jim back to his car, “You get cut up too much, I can’t waste my paycheck stocking up my fridge with steaks for your shiners.”

Jim laughed, far too enthusiastically, and had to hold his jaw closed the rest of the trip back. He probably deserved that, actually.

8

watch my back so i make sure, you’re right behind me as before
yesterday the night before tomorrow, dry my eyes so you won’t know
dry my eyes so i won’t show, i know you’re right behind me
and don’t you let me go, let me go tonight

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TOP 10 TV SHIPS  03. Luke and Lorelai

“I don’t think I ever really loved anyone. Until Luke.”

This is Daniel Norris. He’s from Tennessee and is currently a pitcher for the Toronto Blue Jays. He shaves with an axe, lives in a van, loves Jesus, and drinks a lot of coffee. I’m swooning.

10

Matty’s tattoos are honestly one of my favorite things about him. They’re so beautiful and yet have such deep meanings. I’ve never found tattoos to be so appealing, but Matty has certainly changed that. These, of course, are just a few of the ones he has.  He has an anchor on his arm along with a cross and a flower on his legs.

Hera’s always been the best at making Ezra smile when his mind fills with memories of his parents of his life alone. 

She may not have experienced it. But that doesn’t mean she doesn’t understand. 

You’ve Got One Voicemail

Prompt: Imagine Spencer leaving you a message when he develops anthrax poisoning.

“Umm, hey, Y/N. I hoped I never would have to do this, but here it goes. If you’re getting this, it means things have turned for the worse. I’m leaving this for Garcia to send you only if it looks like I might not survive this. We’re looking for an unsub that is poisoning people with anthrax. I’ve had a vaccine, but if you get this it probably means that the vaccine didn’t work.

“I just wanted to call you to let you know, well, do you remember that night a few weeks ago when we were supposed to meet up for dinner, but I had a case? Instead of pressuring me to go out you showed up at my place with some take out and the Doctor Who box set and we just sat around and talked and watched tv. There was a point in the night when you had just fallen asleep leaning against me and I looked down and I realized that I loved you and I wanted to spend my life with you. I went out and got a ring the next day.

“I just wish I told you how much I loved you, Y/N. You’re amazing: you’re smart, beautiful, and all around perfect and for some reason you choose to be with me. I still don’t know why you do, but if I do get out of this I’m going to make sure to cherish you everyday and tell you in some way that I truly love you. If you do get this message, please don’t blame anybody but me for being reckless when I entered this house. I just wanted to make sure you know how much I love you. If you get this message, you should go into my top drawer at work and you’ll find a ring. Please take it and remember me, but still live your life. I just-I-I love you, Y/N. Alright, Garcia, I’m done.”

End of message.