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@the-passenger-if gave me everything i ever wanted <3

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Sentinel by @nyehilismwriting is so good!! Here’s Shaw, Antoinette and my mc Noah

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I really need to think how Desmond actually look like. And I’m aware that my perspective sucks, but I still had a lot of fun doing it.

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i made a uquiz… which of my favorite character types are you

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reblog this and in the tags, write the band that comes to mind first when you think back to being 13 years old

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jump this ship and crash into the waves / when the siren’s calling / break my back on jagged rocks again

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felix hauville: professional goof 

outfits inspired by the wonderful @masonscig who said f would be obsessed w/ 80′s fashion/pop-culture - which they absolutely would!! 

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Quaking Aspens (Populus tremuloides) are known for developing markings that resemble eyes. Aspen eyes are actually dark markings on the main trunk where side branches used to be, Photography

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If u haven’t cried in a math class you’re not allowed to follow me. Mathematical illiterates on this blog ONLY

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reblog and put in the tags what scene from a book/movie/tv series lives in your mind rent free

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Fuzzy void refuses to move 

(via)

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not a day goes by that i don’t think about the future redfield stole from the marshall twins ... so here’s them on their 19th in a world where they never woke him up :’)

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Miss Ava du Mortain, when will you stop torturing Olivia’s my heart 😔

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Only one thing y’all can take from trans women. Notes.

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In a previous ask someone asked for the reactions of Eva, Levi, and Amari if MC had died from the Strigoi encounter. Can I get Shaw's reaction? Like Eva delivering the news MC's dead? Because I enjoy pAin I guess oof

here's your pain, all 750 words of it🤲🤲🤲 (tw for mc death)

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he's on his way out when he gets the news - another late evening, another meeting over dinner, life or death if his boss is to be believed. shaw runs his hand through his hair one final time, slips his phone in his pocket - and the doorbell rings.

that's not right.

shaw peers through the peephole. it's a woman, vaguely familiar, her expression concerned. when he opens the door, he mentally upgrades that to 'devastated'; she looks like she hasn't slept in a week, eyes rimmed in red and her hair a mess. shaw sighs, leans his shoulder against the door jam and raises an eyebrow.

"Can I help you?"

"Adrian Shaw?" her voice is clearer than he expects, rough like she's been crying but steady. Not aggressive: not a threat, but someone used to authority. His hackles drop a little, relaxing into his stance as he flashes her a bright smile and gets no response.

Huh.

"Can this wait? I have a reservation at-"

"It can't wait," she interrupts, gaze drifting to the side slightly. Shaw tries hard not to roll his eyes - really. He does. He doesn't succeed, but he tried, and for that he deserves credit.

"Well?"

"I'm Detective Reese," she begins, and with just three words she has his hackles up once more. He doesn't show it, just lets his eyebrow inch higher as she takes a deep breath, as if she's steeling herself for something. It's not an arrest, he's reasonably confident - if it was, she wouldn't be alone, nor would she be looking quite such a mess. At least, he'd hope not. She could've at least brushed her hair before coming to ruin his life, after all.

It takes her a minute to gather her thoughts, during which time Shaw pointedly checks his watch, raises a hand to fuss with his hair - should he have got it cut? he likes the way it looks like this, soft and slightly disheveled, but maybe he should have gone for a neater look-

"We were attacked," the detective says, and he stops.

"You... were attacked," he repeats. Reese nods slowly.

"I... I'm sorry. We were working, and-"

Shaw shakes his head, finally straightening from his slouch against the door. Reese is wringing her hands now, her eyes fixed somewhere over his shoulder. Her voice cracks, her face pale, and she pauses, takes a deep breath. Squares her shoulders and tucks her hands behind her back, fixes her eyes on him. Shaw swallows.

"We have you listed as their emergency contact," she tells him, and the world starts to spin.

"I'm-" he's not sure what he's starting to say, but he doesn't get far. "Is... are they-"

"I'm very sorry," she says. Her voice has gone flat, her eyes too, and Shaw can't breathe. He can't breathe.

"What?" he asks, and it's pathetic, how weak his voice is but- "What?"

"We were attacked," she says again, her voice soft, reaching a hand towards him in an aborted movement. An excuse, an offering - he's not sure and he can't care, can't think. The hallway is off-kilter, sliding to the side and taking his heart with it, breathless and cold.

He's clinging to the door, the polished wood the only thing keeping him upright. The detective reaches for him, doesn't touch him, and he can't read her expression, doesn't care to. Doesn't need to.

"I-" he blinks. "I have a... I have to go to work,"

He can't. He can't go out, needs to talk to- needs to talk to them. Needs his phone. He scrambles for it, pulls it out of his pocket with shaking hands and stares at the black screen. Unlocks it, ignoring the detective now hovering awkwardly in his doorway. Dials the number he knows by heart and listens as it rings through to voicemail. Hangs up.

His phone drops to the ground. Bounces. His hands are numb as he runs them through his hair.

"I... I have to," he swallows, throat clicking. "I have to call my boss. Can you-?"

The detective nods, finally steps into the room to squeeze his arm in a gesture he barely feels. She presses a card into his hand.

"If you need anything... call me. Anything,"

He doesn't look at her as she leaves, doesn't move until long after the door has clicked shut behind her. Then he stoops to pick up his phone, the familiar number still glowing on the screen.

He doesn't look at it.

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A picturesque view of the Eilien Donan Castle: western Highlands of Scotland.