#murderallthethings

          It seemed almost... innocent in a way. The pale yellow colored paper post-it note just sat there on the table, unsuspecting to anyone else that happened pass by and give it a glance. But Georgia Lass knew better. Once upon a time, she was on a post-it note just like this, with her name, location and time ━ and then she D I E D. All in all, post-it notes were a pain in her ass and the years since her death hasn’t made it easier. If she never saw a post-it again, she’d be a happy woman, though one that wouldn’t experience things. It seemed unfair that to do one thing, she’d have to do something she hated. It’s ten shades of suck is what it is, she thought. 

          What tragic end would come to J. Klein, at 11:45pm at the docks only Miami could offer? The hell if she knew, but as the clock kept ticking towards the estimated time of J.K’s demise, she knew she’d soon find out. Heaving a soft sigh, she crumbled the post-it within her hand and started on her way.

that color combo on that suit and jacket is beautiful!!

you should do it! i rp the doctor in the doctor who fandom & there's literally 10000 doctor blogs but i interact with plenty of dw rp blogs

      “I mean     knocking would be nice.” Trixie turns around from her vanity table, half-way through powdering her face. She arches a defined brow at the man standing on the threshold of her dressing room. “Are you lost?” She casts a high brow, condescending gaze at him. 

A production assistant clears the air by brushing past the man and comforting Trixie’s icy glare with a jovial beam. “Trixie~! This man would like to ask you a few questions, darling.” The PA quickly bends down, cranes out his neck and quietly mentions that he’s with the authorities.

“OH.”

the little angel is startled by the presence of another, she’s been staying at this motel for a little WHILE because it’s cheap and out of the way. having ventured outside for a SMOKE. she’s surprised to see a man standing outside of the door next to hers.

                                 “good EVENING, sorry if i startled you.”

"—his name was Matthew.”

That was the last name she wanted to have uttered from her mouth after all these years. Just thinking about the face behind that name was enough to churn her stomach. It had been years since she left the big apple to come to Miami. As much as she was upset over not being able to see her mother or sister because of that asshole she was grateful of the new beginning that included Dexter and Harrison in her life.

One phone call to let her know that he was out of prison was threatening to ruin everything. “I would have told you sooner, but I—” She didn’t have an excuse. All she knew was that she didn’t want to go into any specific details.