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tickatocka:

Hi, my name’s Michael Ross, but you can call me Mike. This is my life. It’s filled with spies, computer-stealing ninjas and me saving the day.

Oh, wait, wait, I need to go back.

I work at Pearson Hardman. It used to be pretty boring. See, everything changed when I got an e-mail from my old college buddy Bryce Larkin. You see, Bryce had been working for the CIA when he sent me a whole bunch of government secrets — big important secrets, really scary, nasty, get-killed-for-having-them secrets. Next thing I know, these secrets are downloaded into my brain, which means every moment lf my life is in danger.

The NSA sent their top agent to protect me. That’s Harvey. He’s pretty scary. The CIA sent their top agent, too: Rachel. (Oh, yeah, trust me; I know.) But just like any woman, she’s got a past.

So now I must defend the country from assassins, terrorists… and lawyers.

Suits AUINTERSECT


zoelawfords:

ZOE: There it is, the Specter smile.
HARVEY: What can I say? It came with the name.
ZOE: And you’re never fully dressed without a smile.
HARVEY: Being fully dressed is overrated.
ZOE: It is when you look like me.
——
SARA: What do you want from me, Caffrey?
NEAL: Who says I want anything?
SARA: I do. You’re a conman, and you smile for a living. And you’re smiling at me right now, so I know that you want something.
NEAL: All right. I would love…for you to pass me that fortune cookie.

Suits 2x07 Sucker Punch | White Collar 2x05 Unfinished Business



justonepepsi:


I miss you. New York isn’t the same without you.

#oh god all of my feelings

justonepepsi:

I miss you. New York isn’t the same without you.

#oh god all of my feelings



"Walk a dog" by Mr.Insane【YU】

"Walk a dog" by Mr.Insane【YU】


WhiteSuits Gag Reel



i think i’ve lost you…

i think i’ve lost you…


butterflycell:

Harvey looked down at the two of them and really didn’t know what to think. He wanted to be mad, to suspend them both without pay for a week and see how they dealt with exhaustion after that - and he would’ve, if it had been anyone else. But all he saw were his boys, fast asleep, finally overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of hours they both tried to squeeze into a day. 
Maybe it was that they did it for him, maybe it was that they looked just like they did sprawled across his bed - maybe it was that they’d made sure they’d found what they were looking for before giving in to drooping eyes and evapourating concentration. 
They didn’t always end up together, the three of them, but more often than not Harvey woke up in the morning tangled in both of them. He lived with Mike, had been for a year now, but Neal just fit when he was there. It had been a few days, the case taking over almost completely, but they seemed to have cracked it.
He crouched down between them and pulled the file free of Mike’s loose grip. He pressed a hand to Mike’s chest, rubbing gently until he began to stir.
“Easy,” he murmured, making sure Mike didn’t sit up and knock himself out on the table - he knew from experience that it was a very real possibility. Mike blinked up at him blearily and smiled when his eyes came into focus. He maneuvered himself upright and rolled his shoulders. “Good work.”
“Thanks.” Mike smiled again and rubbed at his eyes. He looked so young in those moments after waking and Harvey had long since realised that it was then that his protective streak was at it’s worst. 
He leant forwards and kissed him gently, Mike returning it sleepily before pulling away and getting to his feet. He stretched out further and Harvey turned to Neal - he was still out cold. Harvey ran a hand through his hair, brushing the bangs from his forehead gently and waiting for him to respond. Neal slept alot deeper than Mike, often the last of the three to get out of bed in the morning. 
It didn’t take long this time and Neal rolled over with a groan, curling in on himself.
“You’re the devil. The devil incarnate.” His voice was slurred with annoyed weariness and Harvey smiled and laughed gently. He made another annoyed sound and rolled over again, this time towards Harvey, his head landing on his leg. “Sleep here?”
“No chance.” He replied. He cupped a hand around Neal’s chin and tilted it to one side, earning himself a rather fine glare. 
“Wow.” Mike crouched behind Harvey, arms coming around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder. “That’s some bad hat, Harry.”
Harvey shot his a withering look over his shoulder, but Mike grinned lazily as Neal raised his head up, a look of distinct confusion on his face. The changed in angle cleared showed the side of his face that had been pressed to the floor as he slept - now a perfect relief of the carpet weave. 
Mike laughed darkly and Harvey couldn’t help but join him, a smirk spreading across his face.

butterflycell:

Harvey looked down at the two of them and really didn’t know what to think. He wanted to be mad, to suspend them both without pay for a week and see how they dealt with exhaustion after that - and he would’ve, if it had been anyone else. But all he saw were his boys, fast asleep, finally overwhelmed by the sheer quantity of hours they both tried to squeeze into a day. 

Maybe it was that they did it for him, maybe it was that they looked just like they did sprawled across his bed - maybe it was that they’d made sure they’d found what they were looking for before giving in to drooping eyes and evapourating concentration. 

They didn’t always end up together, the three of them, but more often than not Harvey woke up in the morning tangled in both of them. He lived with Mike, had been for a year now, but Neal just fit when he was there. It had been a few days, the case taking over almost completely, but they seemed to have cracked it.

He crouched down between them and pulled the file free of Mike’s loose grip. He pressed a hand to Mike’s chest, rubbing gently until he began to stir.

“Easy,” he murmured, making sure Mike didn’t sit up and knock himself out on the table - he knew from experience that it was a very real possibility. Mike blinked up at him blearily and smiled when his eyes came into focus. He maneuvered himself upright and rolled his shoulders. “Good work.”

“Thanks.” Mike smiled again and rubbed at his eyes. He looked so young in those moments after waking and Harvey had long since realised that it was then that his protective streak was at it’s worst. 

He leant forwards and kissed him gently, Mike returning it sleepily before pulling away and getting to his feet. He stretched out further and Harvey turned to Neal - he was still out cold. Harvey ran a hand through his hair, brushing the bangs from his forehead gently and waiting for him to respond. Neal slept alot deeper than Mike, often the last of the three to get out of bed in the morning. 

It didn’t take long this time and Neal rolled over with a groan, curling in on himself.

“You’re the devil. The devil incarnate.” His voice was slurred with annoyed weariness and Harvey smiled and laughed gently. He made another annoyed sound and rolled over again, this time towards Harvey, his head landing on his leg. “Sleep here?”

“No chance.” He replied. He cupped a hand around Neal’s chin and tilted it to one side, earning himself a rather fine glare. 

“Wow.” Mike crouched behind Harvey, arms coming around his waist, chin resting on his shoulder. “That’s some bad hat, Harry.”

Harvey shot his a withering look over his shoulder, but Mike grinned lazily as Neal raised his head up, a look of distinct confusion on his face. The changed in angle cleared showed the side of his face that had been pressed to the floor as he slept - now a perfect relief of the carpet weave. 

Mike laughed darkly and Harvey couldn’t help but join him, a smirk spreading across his face.


countermeasures:

Vanity Fair 2012

countermeasures:

Vanity Fair 2012