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I’ve seen the story play out before Old men, they just fade away

And we become what our fathers were Like soldiers following the orders

Put it on the shoulders of the family name

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"Hello, good doctor." - captainstevertrevor (hey, fuck you)

[ @captainstevertrevor ]

“Oooh, so many new people stopping by today. How’s those medical trails going?” He leaned forward, palms flat on the desk. “I’m sure my trusted assistant is helping you out. Right?”

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BOUGUEREAU, William Adolphe (1825-1905)

Pietà, detail 1876 Oil on canvas, 148 x 230 cm Dallas Museum of Fine Arts, Dallas, Texas, USA Ed. Orig.

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Hey f u

[ @theamazondiana ]

A raised eyebrow. He pressed his fingers to his lips, an amused expression he didn’t bother to hide. “Oh, I would but Emily would have my head. Much less my wife. Ah, don’t tell her about Emily though.” A wink, a chuckle, a click of the tongue.

He cleared his throat, a wide smile working across his face. “Most people only hate me after they’ve met me. But in this case it seems I have a reputation. Care to explain yourself?”

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I WITNESSED THE SOUND OF A MILLION VOICES, SCREAMING FOR MY PUBLIC HANGING !

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zeroredtape:

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Emily wasn’t singing along, which was disappointing but she seemed happy, so he continued: “Pleased to meet you, hope you guessed my name. But what’s puzzling you is the nature of my game…”

There it was again. Names. He paused for a moment as the song continued on about St. Petersberg and Anistasia. More self-contained musing on names, titles, roles in society. 

Ah right. You can talk with Emily about this, these strange questions on the nature of humanity. Maria never could stand it: "Stop picking everything apart."

The smile faded back onto his face as he realized he had probably been silent for too long. He started singing again, just as loud as last time.

"…I rode a tank, held a general’s rank. When the blitzkrieg raged and the bodies stank.”

 A reassuring glace at Emily. This moment was perfect. Speeding down the highway with the Stones playing, a lovely woman at his side. One he could actually talk to without holding back because of NDAs and national security.

Pleased to meet you. Hope you guess my name, oh yea. Ah! What’s puzzling you is the nature of my game, 

"So, why do you go by Emily outside of work?" The question sounded deceptively mundane.

Emily moved her hand to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. A chip on her fingernail distracted her and the action failed to be carried through. Inexplicably she wished she had remained in her room a few moments later to fix the lacquer. Of course Shane had seen her in need of sleep after endless nights of exercising her subject, but the small dent in her appearance brought down her pleasant mood. Perhaps to blur the imperfection, perhaps to match her conversant’s psychology, she too began to keep time on the interior door handle. It was enjoyable to hear him singing along so fervently even if she wasn’t too familiar with the tune.

She thought briefly on the man’s question though she was always on her toes with an answer. ”It’s a powerful concept, isn’t it? Names. I try not to make such a clear distinction. Work. Outside of work. It’s been the same for me for, goodness, decades now. It’s more a matter of formality, respect, if you will.” She shrugged, bowing her head slightly. The topic seemed to fascinate him so she continued. It was freeing to talk about matters that were outside the general realm of their organizations.

"I supposed it started way back when we were still part of the military. Or perhaps earlier, in med school. Regardless, it’s a name I happily chose to accept into my life. Though, to be completely frank, it is rather nice to hear a male voice say my name."

“Well, I’ll make sure to say it more often then.” With a deep chuckle, he turned his head for a moment and raised an eyebrow. Then he carefully reached out across the console to loop his hand over her shoulder. “Did I already tell you that you look lovely tonight, Emily?”

As the song came to an end in a chorus of ooh-ooh!s it faded into the first few chords of Stuck In The Middle With You, the whining strain of Joe Egan’s vocals and the acoustic-electric guitar, It was a good song in it’s own right. But then the associations that it held for him, the movies he watched growing up.

“Did you ever watch any Quentin Tarantino? Reservoir Dogs was my favorite growing up. They-- they used this song in one of the scenes. Uh, this one character Mr Blonde, he was.... someone I looked up to as I was growing up and trying to figure everything out.” 

That was probably not the best way to set the mood while going on a date. In fact, he regretted it as soon as he said it. But Stewart-- no, Emily, was the only one who knew him inside and out, and knew about his violent side. He had never gotten a good read on what she thought about it, though. And while they were divulging secrets and everything. Why not?

“It’s a good song on it’s on though. They get that sound by taking an-- an electric guitar and playing without an amp, then they used a beer bottle as a slide. The, uh, the slide is on the neck of guitar.”

dinner. C://zeroredtape

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We did a bad.

@newsunofficial​ in the understatement of the century regarding Shane & Stewart flirting.

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ANYWAY who wants to see me flirt with @newsunofficial ?

no one. well,that’s probably a good idea.

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fight for the life that our children should have 

                                                                                         – fight for every freedom that we never had

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anyway im gonna go do some homework so later u nerds. 

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reborn, by zev

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Well, this was supposed to be just a fun jab. Their typical routine: I hate you, you hate me. Snipping back and forth. But William was actually upset. Shane frowned. 

“On my end, only me. And before you ask, no, I haven’t told Hopper yet.” He planned to, of course. Drive a wedge between them. Maybe her ‘son’ wasn’t as innocent as she thought. But he needed details first. The more visceral he could make it, the more fun it would be. And the more upset that Anthea would get.

He thought back to his own first time. He had been in his 20s, long since left home. Marcus had taken the young man under his wing, had showed him a darker side to life. An outlet for his violence. 

There was a woman-- a cheating spouse, a political enemy, a heartbreaker who had turned down the wrong person, who knows. It wasn’t his job to get invested morally. Just to follow orders and get paid. And the orders had been to make it look like a random attack. A mugging, an assault, he had free reign in that respect. 

He hadn’t done anything to her while she was alive-- well, nothing other than stab her. Not sure if that made what he had done after she had taken her last breath worse or better. It wasn’t as if he had kill her with the intention of, well. But she was already dead, and he had been told to make it look like a random attack.

“Well,” he looked at William and leaned over his desk. His voice adopted an almost fatherly tone-- if it hadn’t been for the disturbing subject material, he might have just been talking to his own son about puberty. “We can’t always control what we find sexually stimulating. Especially not when you’ve been raised in violence, like we have.” Oh, there was that “we”. Even when he was reassuring the boy, he couldn’t resist poking and prodding at him.

“You could say that we aren’t alike all that you want. But in this respect, on this subject, I’m the most sympathetic ear that you’re going to find. I think this is a good chance for us to work through those issues together.”

Oh, this was going to be fun.

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“Tell me more about this…. corpse fucking.” 

He furrows his brow with a focused curiosity. Sure, part of the question is simply toying with William. But it was also genuinely interesting. A new development in their relationship. For once, the two had a common ground on which to communicate.

“Does Emily know about this? What does she think?”

[ @linecrossed im sorry ]

“How many people know?” William muttered under his breath as he feverishly rubbed at his cheek, masking the tears before those too could be used to damage his reputation. He glowered at the man before him.

“I never said I did it. I don’t remember ever doing that, but I told Stewart that it could’ve happen.”

He squirmed in the restraints, more out of a desire to bolt out of the conversation than his usual teenage protest.

“I don’t remember when I get like that, you know that. I’ve just.. I don’t know. Woken up? I guess? In, um, compromising positions? But I don’t remember it! I don’t…” He looked down with a huff. “I’m not like you, I’m not.”

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lyokowarrioryumiishiyama replied to your post: “Tell me more about this…. corpse fucking.”  He...

{JFC OF COURSE this would be one of the first things I see when I pop over here }

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me: ok im gonna bring shane out of hiatus this is going to be fun--

shane: Let Me Talk about My Fetishes

me: WELL THAT'S enough muse for one day.

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“Tell me more about this.... corpse fucking.” 

He furrows his brow with a focused curiosity. Sure, part of the question is simply toying with William. But it was also genuinely interesting. A new development in their relationship. For once, the two had a common ground on which to communicate.

“Does Emily know about this? What does she think?”

[ @linecrossed im sorry ]

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ｗｉｔｈ ａ ｇｏｏｄ ｃｒｉｍｉｎａｌ ｈｅａｒｔ;; hinting at things best left unknown

indie scifi oc // scribed by ducky

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@newsunofficial

baby it’s a hell of a life  /  ( listen ) a mix for trigger-happy couples with murder on their mind and blood on their lips.

I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong.