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*throws the computer through the window*
IN MY COMPUTER DOESN’T WORK!!

shared Marzo 13, 2014 - 4 notas
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[ accidental text ] : if I sent you a nude, would you delete it after you saw it or would you forward it to everyone we know mutually?

Jack blinked incredulous after have read the message.

[Text to Will] : Please, DON’T send me that picture.

shared Marzo 12, 2014 - 2 notas

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theagentcrawford:

“Talk with Dr. Lecter about that, because that would mean that you are carrying this too far, and I can’t allow this.”

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           ”You can’t allow me to threaten you or you can’t allow me to get close enough to the killer that I might want to?”

( It was the latter, Graham knew that, but he was being difficult purposefully.  If he couldn’t toy with Jack Crawford while in his state of distress, what could he do?  It was mildly insulting that Jack didn’t just assume it was a joke.  Jack’s opinion on Will Graham had changed drastically in the past few weeks and Graham didn’t know how that made him feel.  Insulted?  Perhaps. )

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“Is not the first time I’ve been threatened.”

( The serious look in his face determined that he didn’t take anything as a joke when it was about his men. No matter who of them, starting with Miriam and ending with Will. )

“So don’t think yourself as a killer.”

shared Marzo 12, 2014 - 4 notas / via - source
“What would you do if I said I was?”

“Talk with Dr. Lecter about that, because that would mean that you are carrying this too far, and I can’t allow this.”

shared Marzo 12, 2014 - 4 notas
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“I’ve got a gun. It’s loaded. Any questions?”

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“Are you threatening me, Will?”

shared Marzo 12, 2014 - 2 notas
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{And I love yours~ <3 }

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"Remember, no trading. You get the pretty one, I get the mess."


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              “I’m not quite sure I follow what you’re saying, Jack.”

“So go ahead, Will.” The boss patted Will’s shoulder and with his palm up, showed a crime scene. 

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