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"I know," Gordy confirms, a whine underlining his tone, "but I left something up there, and I thought I could use the branches- I've done it before and nothing happened, but this time..." Well, this time the branches just didn't stand up to the test of his weight. He hates that annoyed tone, the one that means he's close to getting on Dad's nerves, the one that often precedes the disappointed look that makes Gordy want to shrivel up and die. It's not even like the things he's left in the treehouse are especially important, he'd just wanted them back, wanted not to have them stuck out of reach for the foreseeable future until Dad builds that proper ladder.

Gordy might be a good kid, but that doesn't mean he's always patient.

At least he can follow directions; Gordy pushes himself up onto his elbows and then up into sitting. His aching head doesn't spin, and he can only see one of his father, so he supposes that everything's alright with regards to that. His shoulder, however... well, it doesn't feel broken? That's got to be something. It just hurts --- probably because he's just landed on it, actually. And he can still wiggle his fingers, so maybe he's actually gotten away scott-free today?

One minute, Gordy had been climbing into the tree that held the treehouse - he'd done it a thousand times before, had long since learned which of the low branches were the best to pull himself up with and which were too thin - and the next, he was lying on his back, a pain in the back of his head and his left shoulder, with no idea as to quite how he'd gotten there. He knows enough not to sit up just yet; he's just done a first aid refresher lesson at Scouts, actually, so he knows that he needs to stay still until somebody has an idea of what's going on ( and actually, he's pretty sure he yelled on his way down, so his father should appear soon ).

And right on time, Ed is suddenly beside him, talking to him ( not that Gordy can really focus on what's being said yet --- the ringing in his ears is a little loud ), but his father's presence makes him feel better immediately.

"I fell out of the tree," he tells his father, eyes moving over to meet the older man's and focusing with some effort. "My head hurts, and my shoulder, actually-" oh hell, he'd only just been released from his cast --- he really hopes he hasn't broken his shoulder. "Dad-"

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⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆   𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝

❝   oh   boy…   ❞    

❝   you   said   your   phone   was   broken.   ❞

❝   just   forgot   to   charge   it.   ❞

❝   whole   outfit   you're   wearing,   god,   i   hope   it's   ironic   ❞

❝   did   you   just   say   you're   finished?   ❞

❝   didn't   know   we   started.   ❞

❝   it's   just   all   so   familiar   ❞

❝   baby,   what   do   you   call   it?   ❞

❝   stupid.   ❞

❝   or   is   it   slow?   ❞

❝   maybe   it's   useless!   ❞

❝   but   there's   a   cuter   word   for   it,   i   know.   ❞

❝   why   you   always   come   a-running   to   me?   ❞

❝   fuck   my   life.   ❞

❝   won't   you   let   an   innocent   woman   be?   ❞

❝   never   heard   of   self-care.   ❞

❝   half   your   brain   just   ain't   there.   ❞

❝   taking   all   my   loving   from   me?   ❞ 

❝   why   so   sexy   if   so   dumb?   ❞

❝   and   how   survive   the   earth   so   long?   ❞

❝   if   i'm   not   there   it   won't   get   done.   ❞

❝   i   choose   to   blame   your   mom.   ❞

❝   i   like   my   boys   playing   hard   to   get.   ❞

❝   i   like   my   men   all   incompetent.   ❞

❝   i   swear   they   choose   me.   ❞

❝   i'm   not   chooising   them.   ❞

❝   amen.   ❞

❝   hey   men!   ❞

❝   manchild.   ❞                                         

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@mythicalitiy is being sappy on facetime! -

For a moment, Alex just stares at his screen like he's never seen Henry before, then, ever so slowly, a grin spreads its way across his face like butter over hot toast. "What a sap, oh my god. Don't tell me you miss me?" I miss you too, his eyes say, that pinch in the middle of his forehead. "Not long now though, right?"

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"thanks," jamie nods as he takes the can, copying wes in opening it with a click and a hiss. he's slower to drink his, though, the sting of the bubbles in his nose a reminder that he's never been able to chug a soda in seconds flat like some of his peers can. still, he keeps his grin, intensely relieved that wes is okay and here and talking. "good luck breaking into ours," he says sardonically, "you won't make it back out with your kneecaps in one piece." not a threat, but an observation. a warning. "no, asshole, i didn't eat. we were worried about you."

"soda it is." wes says and he pulls a pair of cold cans from the shelf in his fridge, one for him and one for his guest. he hands jameson his can then opens his own with a tch and a hiss before gulping down too many swallows, wiping his mouth on the back of his arm. he's happy to see jamie grinning like this, means things are good and wes doesn't have to worry about a damned thing. "nah, not gonna let it go 'til i break into your place, pro'lly." he teases with a wink. "didja eat?"

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new starter call specifically for the unit muses ( especially the new ones )!

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Mum's going to kill them both, he's quite convinced. Both of them are somewhere they're not supposed to be, and both of them are already skating on bloody thin ice. This could actually be the last straw, the thing that gets them both thrown out on their ears ( Dad'll have to survive this injury for that to happen, though, so Gordy'd best make sure that he recovers well enough that they can face the music together ). "Shit, shit, shit-" He's trained for this - extensively so! - so why is it that when his own father is the casualty, every single thing Gordy's learned about first aid ( field and conventional ) has completely left his mind?

Okay, first thing - pressure. Easy enough to just slap a hand over the wound and press down firmly, but Gordy does actually have some clean gauze in his pack, so it's with shaking hands that he retrieves that and presses it against his father's lower abdomen, trying hard to steady himself and stay professional. "'m sorry if that hurts," he says, his voice as shaky as his hands, "but I need to stop the bleeding." How many more times are they going to have to go through the same-ish thing before the universe finally stopped trying to kill Ed Southgate off? Surely they must be reaching their limit now?

"I need help over here!" He's shouting a second later, voice raised above the chaos as his training finally kicks in, mind clearing enough to remember proper procedures. "Help!"

He wasn’t supposed to be here, either. He hadn’t even been out of the hospital yet, when he applied for a desk job – promising his wife, that he would leave field work behind, because they were about to have their third child, and he had got too close to leaving her alone with all of this. Weeks later, he had started his first day in the office; now years later, he had worked his way up the ladder and was head of the department. Hadn’t really thought he was cut out for it, but he found himself enjoying the new job, even if it came with its own hurdles, problems and a familiar lack of sleep.

Sometimes he missed the field work – and now he felt like that might have been his downfall, as his legs gave in, and he hit the ground hard. All he had wanted to do was be part of one small routine check of a location he had visited as a solider, years ago. It should have been safe. The Silurians had been sleeping then, and scans now had indicated that nothing had changed. Only… He heard more of the chaos than he saw; voices screaming commands and then, a familiar voice reaching his ear, finding its way through the clamour.

“ – Gordy?” He saw the familiar figure out of the corner of his eyes as he stumbled closer, but he couldn’t turn his gaze fully towards him, as it lay on the dark stain slowly growing on around the area of his lower abdomen. Something had hit him. A very good shot. Just about missed the bulletproof vest he was wearing.

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new starter call specifically for the unit muses ( especially the new ones )!

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new starter call specifically for the unit muses ( especially the new ones )!

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new starter call specifically for the unit muses ( especially the new ones )!

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fortunately, the landing wasn't half as bad as it sounded, but alex is a bit winded. add that to the panic attack, and he's fully just not having a great time today. pushing himself up onto his elbow as henry reaches for him, the american opens his mouth --- only for nothing to come out. great. now he looks like a fish, like he's called out for henry for no reason, only to trip over his own feet like an idiot.

henry's not going to want to stay here after that, is he? he's going to realise that alex is a certified idiot and just- well, isn't that where the spiral usually starts? blinking at henry when the prince's voice snaps him out of the beginnings of his mental escalation, it takes a moment to register the questions he's being asked. "i-" great, his voice is back! "...panic attack." he manages, pushing himself up fully now to sit against the wall he'd careened into. "-tripped."

at  first,    henry  thinks  that  it  must  be  david.    he's  a  source  for  a great  deal  of  the  noise  within  the  brownstone  thanks  to  his  curiosity    -    but  he  realizes  rather  quickly  that  it's  not  the  beagle  at  all,    considering  he's  snoring  away  in  his  dog  bed.    now  his  confusion  grows  and  his  brow  pinches  while  he  rises  to  his  feet  ...

he  hears  a  rather  loud  'thump'  and  then  his  name  and  he  doesn't  remember  much  else  as  he's  all  but  darting  toward  the  stairs  and  taking  them  up  in  a  hurry  to  get  to  the  source    -    to  get  to  alex.      ❛❛  alex?  alex!  ❜❜      the  door  is  already  open  so  he  hurries  into  the  room  and  is  almost  immediately  onto  his  knees  along  the  other  man,    reaching  out  a  hand  but  not  quite  touching  him  yet.    ❛❛  what  happened?  are  you  hurt?  ❜❜      his  gaze  is  running  all  over  him,    looking  for  anything  that  could  possibly  be  broken    -    ❛❛  love,    can  you  talk  to  me?  ❜❜    

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"Your ma's not the problem," he shakes his head, defending Ellen without... fully thinking about why he's defending her to her own son. Force of habit, perhaps? "There's just a lot we're trying to pass through Congress right now, and Richards and his cronies aren't really making things any easier." They're making a lot of noise about the next election, celebrating the fact that Ellen won't be eligible to stand and that none of the current prospective candidates is anywhere near as strong as she is. They are, in Raf's very professional opinion, completely and utterly fucked. "Honestly?" Raising his eyebrows as he follows Alex to the kitchen, noting how comfortable the younger man is in his own space... Well, Raf kinda wishes that had been him at the same age. "Been thinking about retirement recently. Soy demasiado viejo para esta mierda." He's not even fifty yet. Some days, he feels older. "What about you? ¿Qué hay de nuevo?"

“Relájate, Rafa. I know you’ve had a lot going on. My ma tends to work everyone to the bone, unfortunately.” Though maybe not so unfortunately, given things were going well right now within the nation. He shook off Rafael’s ruffling of his hair, going in to nudge at him instead before ducking away and gesturing for him to follow him to the kitchen. Alex got to work, making small talk while he got their coffee going. “I know you’re busy but, ¿cómo son las cosas? Really? You can be honest with me.”

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The writhing in his gut is akin to a collection of angry snakes if he even thinks about any of the parties involved in this deception. Of course he hadn't expected his mother to live out the rest of her years as a nun after his father had left the realm of mortal men, but to find out that his sister - only a year younger than himself - wasn't his full-blooded sister? There are worse things to find out, he supposes, but it's the shock of it all. The worry that other things might turn out to be a lie also lie under the surface, waiting for their chance to erupt and throw another aspect of Gordy's world into chaos. God, but he wants nothing more than to mount his horse and just canter away from all of this, to take the path through the woods into the next kingdom and pretend that he is not himself until he's had time to process things properly.

Unfortunately, he has things he needs to do here, people who would be sent to look for him immediately if he did decide to run away.

"I do not want your apology!" His words are as sharp as his blade - sharper, perhaps, even without the use of a whetstone - and louder than the metal when it makes contact with another surface. How could Edward not have known? Gordy is no expert in heterosexual relations, but he's quite certain he knows the very basics of how one becomes a parent --- so how did Edward not know, not even guess?

Now that he thinks about Moira, now that he's picturing her face... the two of them look alike. More than Gordy and Moira look alike, anyway. The shape of her chin is almost a mirror image of Edward's... or is this all his imagination fuelling his fire?

"How could you not know?"

He wasn’t sure if he had really understood what had just been revealed to him; the words were there, but they felt strange, like they had been uttered in a tongue he didn’t understand, and only slowly he could pry their meaning from them, while his mind was racing. Moira’s words had brought back two memories. One was a night years and years ago, that he had tried to forget and yet hadn’t been able to. The other was a night not too long ago, when he had been laying in bed with the fever shaking him, which had been caused by him being left to die in a rainy night, laying in the mud of the road, after having been robbed of anything of value – he remembered Katherine and Moira fighting; hearing their voices when he woke up from yet another nightmare.

“ – I had no idea…” The words were quiet, because he still couldn’t believe it. HE SHOULD HAVE KNOWN, and she should have told him, because surely Katherine had known. She had kept the secret from him for all those years, too, until Moira was old enough to put the pieces together herself. She was his daughter. His child. Something he had once dreamt of, all those years ago. A family. With Katherine.

Still waiting to wake up, he felt like his head had been stuffed with wool and the anger in Gordon’s voice was only processed slowly, until he raised his eyes to meet the other’s. Or rather, he tried to.

“I’m sorry Gordon, I had… I had no idea.”

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Howl’s Moving Castle  {Sentence Starters}

“A heart’s a heavy burden.”

“Lets run! Don’t fight them!”

“Hey, hey! We’re busy here!”

“Wait! You can’t come up here!”

“I don’t care if you’re a monster.”

“I just organized things. Nothing’s ruined.”

“Your hair looks just like starlight. It’s beautiful.”

“I feel terrible, like there’s a weight on my chest.”

“It’s so strange. I’ve never felt so peaceful, before.”

“That is ancient sorcery… and quite powerful, too.”

“Now I’ve got something I want to protect. It’s you.”

“I don’t cook! I’m a scary and powerful fire demon!”

“I specifically ordered you not to get carried away!”

“I’d appreciate it if you wouldn’t torment my friend.”

“The mark may be gone, but the spell is still there.”

“And while you’re at it, make hot water for my bath.”

“Don’t be alarmed, but I’m being followed. Act normal.”

“I give up. I see not point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”

“After the war, they won’t recall they ever were human.”

“Here’s another curse for you: may all your bacon burn.”

“It looks like your true love is in love with someone else!”

“Whatever you don’t want me to clean, better hide it now!”

“Knowing you’d be there gave me the courage to show up.”

“Yeah, but no one really believes that. Come on, let’s be honest.”

“You’re scaring me. I have this weird feeling you’re going to leave.”

“Well, the nice thing about being old is you’ve got nothing much to lose.”

“You… you sabotaged me! Look! Look at what you’ve done to my hair! Look!”

“There you are, sweetheart, sorry I’m late. I was looking everywhere for you.”

“They say that the best blaze burns brightest when circumstances are at their worst.”

“I know I can be of help to you, even though I’m not pretty and all I’m good at is cleaning.”

“He’s calling the spirits of darkness… I saw him do this once before when a girl dumped him.”

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☠ ⊗ △ ✚ ✄ Henry

@ttheagcd --- ( tw for; nsfw themes, pet death and loss of a parent )

✄ for a favorite movie of my muse’s.

henry's favourite movie is canonically in the mood for love ( linked ), a hongkongese romantic drama that was a submission in the 2000 cannes film festival. however. i think that henry quite enjoys a lot of foreign language films ( as well as old black and white films! ), especially if they involve some kind of romance.

✚ for one of my muse’s prized possessions.

literally anything of arthur's that henry's managed to acquire over the years is a prized possession, but i think there are certain items - like a particular sweater of arthur's, a script from one of his movies with his notes on it, an old notebook? - that mean just a little more to henry, if only because they make him feel like arthur's still close.

△ for a sex headcanon.

henry will try anything once for alex. whatever alex comes up with, no matter how filthy or cringey or ridiculous, henry'll try it. if it works, it sticks --- and if it doesn't, it's not a big deal, they'll move onto the next thing.

this isn't to say that he doesn't have boundaries or limits or use safewords or just go along with whatever alex wants --- but he does trust alex enough to trust that alex knows where his regular limits are and that alex will listen if henry says he's not into something at whatever stage of sex they're at.

⊗ for a phobia headcanon.

i think henry's biggest phobias are the fear of failure - drummed into him by his grandparents from an early age - and the fear of exposure. he's had to face both of these head-on already in canon, and i think as he grows up, he kind of trades his fear of exposure ( he's just living his life with the man he loves now, there's nothing scandalous about that ) for some kind of fear of losing someone else he loves? 'unusual' illnesses or extreme symptoms make him incredibly anxious because it brings up memories of losing his father.

☠ for a death headcanon.

david's death hits him so hard. his best friend, his confidant, his beloved beagle who supported him unconditionally through so many bad days during some of the worst years of his entire life, and then moved across the world with him to be with alex.

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It's immediately embarrassing to have frozen, to have shown Charles the effect he has on Edwin's poor brain ( even though the other ghost is seemingly fully aware of the power he has. It's very unfair, actually, because he's quite certain that he doesn't have the same kind of effect on the punk ).

"Have you forgotten that neither of us needs to breathe?" Maybe he sounds a little snippy --- if he does, it's Charles' own fault. Charles, after all, is the one who's sent him reeling, sent him into a mental spin he'll take ages to get out of. "Not everything can be solved with a good ol' cricket bat, Charles! Some things might actually need a careful plan and some forethought!"

ㅤㅤㅤCharles  can't  help  being  a  little  bit  smug  about  how  easily  he  cuts  off  Edwin's  rambling  with  just  a  single  touch.  Honestly,  he  should  have  figured  this  trick  out  decades  ago,  it'd  have  saved  them  both  alot  of  arguing  (and  Charles  himself  from  half  as  many  dramatic  lectures). 

ㅤㅤㅤ“Take  a  breath  there,  eh  Mate?”  Charles  replies,  grinning  with  dimples  full  on  display.  He  lifts  his  finger  from  Edwin's  lip  to  instead  poke  him  in  the  cheek,  “You're  way  over  complicating  the  situation.  We  don't  need  some  crazy  elaborate  trap,  just  need  a  good  ole'  cricket  bat  and  some  deadly  aim.”

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taylor swift : the tortured poets department album pt. 3 ... sentence starters

"Was any of it true?"

"I can show you lies."

"Baby, I'm the one to beat."

"Old habits die screaming."

"What if I told you I'm back?"

"Lights, camera, bitch, smile."

"It's hell on earth to be heavenly."

"Now you know what it feels like."

"So cross your thoughtless heart."

"And they tried to warn you about me."

"'Cause I can do it with a broken heart."

"Hey, you, what if I told you we'rе cool?"

"And I'll forget you, but I'll never forgive."

"This happens once every few lifetimes."

"This town is fake, but you're the real thing."

"I cry a lot, but I am so productive, it's an art."

"Did you sleep with a gun underneath our bed?"

"'Cause I'm miserable, and nobody even knows!"

"The crown is stained, but you're the real queen."

"I move through the world with the heartbroken."

"And you deserve prison, but you won't get time."

"You didn't measure up in any measurе of a man."

"'Cause I'm a real tough kid. I can handle my shit."

"One less temptress, one less dagger to sharpen."

"I'm the life you chose and all this terrible danger."

"Were you sent by someone who wanted me dead?"

"I can tell when somebody still wants me, come clean."

"All your life, did you know you'd be picked like a rose?"

"The devil that you know looks now more like an angel."

"I would've died for your sins, instead, I just died inside."

"Told my friends I hate you, but I love you just the same."

"Lights, camera, bitch, smile. Even when you wanna die."

"He said he'd love me all his life, but that life was too short."

"'Cause the sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me."

"They said, 'Babe, you gotta fake it 'til you make it', and I did."

"I'm so obsessed with him, but he avoids me like the plague."

"All the piеces of me shatterеd as the crowd was chanting, 'More'!

"You know you're good when you can even do it with a broken heart."

"I'm not trying to exaggerate, but I think I might die if it happened to me."

"You said I needed a bravе man, then proceeded to play him until I believed it, too."

"If you wanna break my cold, cold heart, just say, 'I loved you the way that you were'."

"Whether I'm gonna curse you out or take you back to my house, I haven't decidеd yet."

"I changed into goddesses, villains, and fools. Changed plans and lovers and outfits and rules."

"And I don't even want you back, I just want to know if rusting my sparkling summer was the goal."

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Send ❂ for a like headcanon.

Send ✄ for a favorite movie of my muse’s.

Send ✚ for one of my muse’s prized possessions.

Send ✿ for a happy memory.

Send ♡ for a friendship headcanon.

Send ♬ for a childhood headcanon.

Send ☼ for a dream headcanon.

Send ♧ for a cooking headcanon.

Send ❧ for a food headcanon.

Send ★ for a talent headcanon.

Send ❀ for a crush my muse has had.

Send △ for a sex headcanon.

Send ➷ for a sports headcanon.

Send ♤ for a ‘dislike’ headcanon.

Send ♆ for something my muse hates.

Send ⊗ for a phobia headcanon.

Send ☾ for a sleep headcanon.

Send ✜ for a fear headcanon.

Send ☠ for a death headcanon.

Send ◊ for a headcanon of the mun’s choice.