The Cardigans (Criminal Intentions, Season One #1)

by Cole McCade

I like the fact that there’s content warnings. Off to a good start 🙌🏼

Hang on. What?! Straight off the bat, we get a pronoun note? Hell yes.

He’s fireworks shooting into the sky, and he doesn’t want to burst alone.

He didn’t think he had it in him to coddle someone else.

“I talk when it is necessary.”

What a mood 😂

Real people only looked like themselves, instead of their sexuality.

The kids had stuffed themselves with greasy food after bar-hopping and gone back to their dorms to sleep it off, so the following morning they could pretend to be respectable humans budding into upright grown-up citizens instead of horny little balls of underdeveloped neurons.

Basically me at uni 😂😂

He was surrounded by gold, when everything inside him was bloody and tarnished.

“You,” he bit off with slow deliberation, “are gonna want to avoid that word in front of two queer cops.”

Yes lad 🙌🏼😂

not everything was meant to last forever.

there was no room for vulnerability inside of him;

He wasn’t rude or sullen, Seong-Jae realized. He was shy. Terrified of people. And ready to crack, right now. He likely had a long history of rejections, only to finally find himself in university in a community that accepted him—only for a string of breakups to haunt him and leave him miserable, resentful, anger building to a breaking point with no one to direct it at but the general vagaries of social interaction and human nature.

an awful transformation going over his face, a moment of pale, blank-eyed shock with the realization that he was going to crumble and couldn’t stop it, then his features screwing up in an attempt anyway, before crumpling as he curled forward with a sharp, aching sob.

Homicide detectives weren’t dealers in justice. They were peddlers of grief.

please, make it stop hurting

Remorse was one hell of a drug,

He was getting too old for this shit.

Utter mood

he could only find one or two. One or two were enough. Just simple points to anchor him to this earth.

“We only define others by the value they have to us, and once they no longer provide that value, we let them go.”

i dont want 2 hurt u

I always get confused when authors say people in their late teens or twenties text like this because I really don’t think we do ...

He read for hours, until the subtle background noise of the apartments below shifted to the rhythms of people coming home, the bustle and call of shoes kicked off at the door and dinner plans and familiarity and togetherness—while the noise of traffic outside changed to the particular cadence of evening.