lablesareforcans replied to your post:
Boo? I do remember a certain someone, not naming names, uttering the words “I’m kicking you out.” This afternoon ;)
The amount of times writers and actors misspell their show in a hash tag amazes me, lol.
Rizzoi and isles
Rizolli and isles
or, if you’re TNT, you just tag anything ‘Rizzles’ even if it’s not Rizzles.
WHAT EVEN THE FUCK IS THAT LOOK IF NOT GAY. LIKE GENUINELY. WHAT. ELSE. That’s not ‘omg ur so adorkable and grumpy, friend.’ That’s ‘omg ur so adorkable and grumpy and I am highly turned on by your mild anger and sultyness, I’d like to have some very hot sex with you. Pls stay angry and grumpy and sultry for it, I like it’. Fucking fuck sake. AND LOOK AT THAT FUCKING HIP SWAY/FOOT SWITCH THING WHAT EVEN IS THAT. HOW MANY WOMEN DO U WANNA BET MAURA’S SLEPT WITH COS THAT FACE LOOKS RELAXED AND EXPERIENCED IF YOU ASK ME. Fucking Sasha…
"My name is Dr. Maura Isles, last name spelled I-s-l-e-s. I’m a forensic pathologist, employed by the medical examiner’s office in the Commonwealth of Massachusetts […] I graduated from Stanford University with a BA in anthropology. I received my medical degree from the University of California in San Francisco, and went on to complete a five-year pathology residency at the same institution. I am certified in both anatomical and clinical pathology. After my residency, I then completed a two-year fellowship in the subspecialty of forensic pathology, at the University of California-Los Angeles. […] For seven years, I was a pathologist with the ME’s office in San Francisco, California. I also served as a clinical professor of pathology at the University of California. I hold medical licenses in both Massachusetts and California." (The Silent Girl by Tess Gerritsen)
It was all serious until it wasn’t, sorry :P
Skillfully, Maura came to straddle the quivering brunette’s lap, her legs pressing along Jane’s. As her full weight came to rest in Jane’s lap, Maura reached up and ran her hands through her own hair. Jane pulled at Maura’s slate top, her eyes feasted upon the creamy skin and emerald bra. The thin sheen of perspiration caused Maura to glow in the down lighting. Jane grabbed onto Maura’s hips as the blonde began to dance again. “Let the Good Times Roll” - by whatisitcalledagain.