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THE WORLD NEEDS A NEW KIND OF HERO.

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gotta go do adult things like change my tyres

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RATIONALITY 

You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesise and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

REVERENCE 

One part of you dreams of giving yourself up – perhaps just for a while – to a hero or mentor. In the right circumstances you can flourish by letting go of your ego. In your inner life, reverence plays out as a willing submission to your own conscience. In the outside world, you might get frustrated searching for something worth believing in – a country, a person, a company – but you will always be open to feeling respect, admiration and wonder.

INDEPENDENCE 

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

AGGRESSION 

One part of your character is anger in all its forms: frustration, outrage – and when anger is suppressed – bitterness, grumpiness, and bodily aches. Fundamentally, frustration comes from hope: you get upset because you expect your life will be more than a valley of tears. One way to deny aggression is to direct it inwards, as self-criticism. But you’re at your best when you acknowledge anger, and act it out clearly and in a focussed way, with honour.

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    lucifer sentence starters     episode 4 - 6.

you broke into my house?

you were taking forever in the shower.

are you sleeping with this idiot?

never been thrown out of anywhere before in my life.

something very disturbing’s just happened. it’s horrific, really. for the second time, i’ve been thrown out of a woman’s house.

i mean, i appeal to the virile urge in all wo/men.

you need to go undercover, because you’re our best way in.

why is she able to refuse my charms?

people don’t have power over us. we give it to them. you have to take your power back.

i need to take back control. i need to behave like i always have.

i mean, it seems obvious now, actually - i need to have sex with her.

are you gonna help me or not?

you’re quite adorable when you’re flustered.

i’m not flustered, i’m nauseous.

okay, look. let me make myself perfectly clear: i will never, ever, ever sleep with you.

playing hard to get? i like it.

wow. you’ve never been rejected by a woman, have you?

the odds are definitely in your favour out there - probably not batting for the same team, but you never know. go forth and conquer. i know you want to.

i promise, if anyone here hurt your sibling, i’ll find them. and i’ll punish them.

if you weren’t so pent-up sexually, we’d be firing on all cylinders, i’d say.

i certainly don’t need any help getting wo/men into bed.

do you honestly think you can just ask people to have sex with you and they will?

you forget. i love pain.

men - they always want to talk!

we can get him/her back to where s/he belongs, if you could just provide me with a weak spot.

seriously, darling. are you well? the berries are ripe and ready to be harvested - i mean, look at me.

don’t. please.

if i get an STD from this thing, i’m gonna kill you.

is there anyone you suspect that might do this to you?

do not shush me.

a deal’s a deal - especially one with the devil.

i do believe there’s good and evil and right and wrong.

does it scare you?

i mean, how could i be scared of something i don’t believe in?

do i scare you?

either way, he’s going to get someone killed. probably himself.

this love thing makes you all quite stupid, doesn’t it?

just hand over the cash, and no one gets hurt.

i believe that’s a fair request, actually, so just pop her around and the money’s yours.

greedy little jackal, aren’t you?

what is it about you and guns, eh?

what’s up, jackass?

hell truly hath no fury like a woman scorned.

i happen to be an expert on punishment, and i’m not sure it fits the crime here.

chlamydia, the clap, a raging case of crabs - that’s what you deserve. not death.

why do humans think they can rectify one evil with another?

why does everyone say that before they’re punished?

come on, shoot me.

son of a bitch, that really hurts!

i don’t bleed!

i don’t lie. but i don’t always tell the whole truth.

can’t sleep when you’re not home.

the models don’t appear to be wearing any clothes.

you were shot and you bled. no sharp objects until we find out why.

the danger of getting hurt is positively thrilling.

now come on, tell me your most dangerous desire.

we need to get out of here now.

i am dreamy, but try to contain yourself.

i got a taste of danger, and i want more.

that whackjob’s gonna totally get me killed.

tomato, tom-ah-to.

see, that’s why we make such great partners - the ‘he said, she said’ of it all.

when do i get my own gun?

i wouldn’t trust you with my kid’s lightsaber.

if i’m gonna be forced to work with you again, i call the shots.

bloody hell! that hurt! do it again.

you know, i’m quite skilled in restraints.

let me guess, you did him a favour.

i process tragedy through my work.

that favour you owe me… i’m calling in my IOU.

i was trying to prevent more death.

well, aren’t we the little saint?

you are the oldest young person i’ve ever met.

i’m not gonna drink at a bar where everyone hates me.

did you ever consider that they hate you for that very reason?

well, somebody’s not being crowned homecoming queen, are they?

surely you’ve heard the expression 'deal with the devil’…?

people come to me to ask for favours and more often than not, i’m happy to oblige.

i don’t need your sympathy, but thank you.

firstly, let me state that i’m in no way standing up for my associate, but on behalf of myself, and only myself, i think you’re a complete sack of arse.

sadly, the only thing broken was that incontinent troll’s nose.

if i’m not going to look out for you, who will? hm?

maybe next time, i won’t be around to save your ass.

you and my backside used to get on well.

is it my thanks you want, or a kiss?

i don’t do favours for guys like you.

what is it with the men in my life?

act like a child, get treated like a child.

witnesses said they heard you making threats at the door.

no wonder he can’t get it up.

so you’re just gonna sit around and wait for revenge? that’s rather lazy.

i was promised a gang war, and instead, i get a crybaby. this is boring.

you know, they really don’t make bad guys like they used to.

after five years behind bars, a brothel would be my go-to.

i can’t be held responsible for what happens after i give someone a favour.

if there’s one thing the devil knows, it’s that people need to take responsibility for their own bad behaviour.

enough danger for you yet?

you do remember that bullets hurt, right?

you had your hero moment. stay down, or you’re gonna get shot.

ass saved. you’re welcome.

you’re addicted to creating chaos and seeing where the chips fall, to hell with the consequences.

you’re having another one of those 'gut feelings’, aren’t you?

you’ve already wasted so much of your life.

oh, well the good news is that whilst all dogs go to heaven, you’d be surprised how many pigs are waiting for you in hell.

you were never as good as me.

keep your enemies close, right?

who gave that order?

if you come clean now, i’ll go easy on you.

if you really want to do something, you should.

shall we move the party upstairs?

so what unpleasantness felled this heap of unrealised ambition then?

let’s pretend for one second that you’re someone else - someone nice. someone mature.

i mean, getting murdered is probably the most exciting thing that ever happened to him.

i gave up an epic foursome to be here.

call me when you’ve got a murder with a pulse - or at least someone good-looking.

i was hoping for a good shag just as a palate cleanser to wipe the foul taste of boredom from my mouth.

i need your help like i need a third boob.

- knew that was a mistake the moment it came out of my mouth.

i’ll have two tropic wonders and your face smashed into the ground.

i believe they call this interrogating!

we were like fish and chips - salt and pepper - hipsters and condescension!

if we’re gonna work together on this, you’re gonna have to trust me.

nobody steals from me and gets away with it.

he’s not gonna change.

i thought you said lying was a bad thing.

you’re not from around here, are you?

you can’t just smash two people together like barbies and think that that’s gonna fix things.

pardon the intrusion, you village people rejects, but one of you has stolen something that belongs to me.

please identify yourself, so i can punish you accordingly.

i thought we were past you thinking you’re invincible?

a few bad apples shouldn’t paint us all in a bad light, now should it?

you like being considered a criminal, don’t you?

he’s hiding something. we need to force it out of him.

i’ve sat in a parked car and not had sex.

have i done something to offend you?

ooh, whip out the cuffs then.

why shy away from a little bondage fun?

despite all your weirdness, i actually really like working with you.

i have never lied to you. and i will never lie to you.

been a while since i had a good hunt.

you’d never lie to me, right?

stick within the limits of your intellectual capacity.

why do they blame me for all their little failings?!

don’t call me that, please!

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is lizzy short for lizard

i'm 5'8

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@everstride​ // is small talk a way you deal with your anxiety? // jean.

             she has never been big on small talk.  elevator rides with hoIden are the worst  —  biII smokes quietly in the corner and grunts a  morning,  but  hoIden  asks questions about her weekend that he doesn’t want to know the answers to, and questions that he knows she isn’t going to answer. it’s why she’d rather take a cab than sit in the same car as him, and it’s why she keeps her personal life tucked tight under her rib. (there is nothing about the kind of wine she likes drinking, or the hobbies she keeps outside of the office which make her better at her job. there’s nothing about bowling or literature that makes her better at listening to the gruesome details of mass murderers. it’s all... obsolete.)

“not particularly.”     as if to prove, it’s the only information she parts with in that moment. wendy takes a long drag of the cigarette tucked between her two fingers and watches the smoke plume in front of her face before elaborating further:

          “in the sense that i’ve never been particularly forthcoming about anxiety.”     she’s never been particularly interested in letting people  in  like that. annalise gave as little as she could  —  wendy can only remember how she’d break her fucking back to try and get any kind of accolade from her mentor, or how she treated her like a petulant child when she didn’t. (she kept her on the hook. on the edge. it pushed her, further and further into the thrall of academia and education, so in some ways, she has nothing but thanks. but all she was ever looking for was some kind of recognition. acceptance.  respect.  it was all just empty words and empty wine bottles in the end.)

       “—  and i hate small talk. i  understand  it, but i don’t enjoy participating in it.”

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gxbrielsylar​.

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Sylar’s lips curled up into a smirk as Wendy walked into the room. They’d only met once, but she was an amusing woman, reminding him somewhat of Danko and Noah. And maybe himself a little. That DESIRE to understand was something the two of them shared, the serial killer was just…a natural. 

His eyes darted from Dr. Carr to the dead body on the floor in front of him. “Took you longer than I thought.”

           “i know it’ll surprise you,  but you are not my only objective.”     not one even on her radar, she wants to add. she has always said that she has no interest in wielding a gun and badge  —  she provides the background, and the trigger-happy g-men are the ones who go trawling through the trash to try and find burger wrappers from their infamous boogeyman. her involvement is purely academic  —  any toe-dipping into active cases is sincerely against her will, and through gunn’s arm twist. she much prefers them when they’re already behind six inches of steel.

     “let me ask you  —  do you get enjoyment from this?”   it’s an easy answer, and nothing close to a trick question, but she has to ask  —  this,  meaning the to-and-fro of the fbi pushback. there’s a case to be made to gunn somewhere along the way; giving the attention he wants only condones his actions. attention, ego, cat-and-mouse  —  they’re all exactly what he wants and sending any member of the bsu down only feeds into that for him.      “and why?”

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@vmaeved // we should’ve brought a six pack.

her arms are folded across her chest as she watches on. it always seems to be the men  —  men argue and, without the use of subtext or even the mere attempt to understand one another, end up throwing fists and figuring it the fuck out that way. god, the fbi is tiring.

it’s starting to get late, and at some point, she has to make the conscious choice to switch from coffee to something a little harder. (not through any real  choice  in the matter, but because she’s been up before the sun has and these heels are starting to hurt the soles of her feet. the basement office is particularly dreary when the sun comes out  —  she sometimes considers it to be a vacuum. there’s no windows, no way of telling how long you’ve been chained to a desk, rewinding and replaying when a killer talks about how their crime made them  feel,  unless you stare at the clock on the wall that’s a little too loud.)

      “you know, i have an unopened bottle of six-dollar wine in my fridge at home."    it’s an offer, and one that’s potentially a little braver than she’s been since the move. people see what they want to see. 

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A Look ™

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fuck era-appropriate homophobia all my homies hate era-appropriate homophobia

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@crimefightr // you gonna shoot me?

wendy has never considered herself staunchly counterculture  —  she disagrees with the way law enforcement handles itself and as far as fighting crime goes, she’s more than happy to spend her life in the basement trawling through tapes and putting together the research needed to further her own academic standing. her involvement with quantico is strictly on a  research  basis, and the more hoIden manages to infiltrate current crime scenes with their work, the more she shirks responsibility and focuses on the tapped-out transcripts sitting down on her desk. but the implication that she’s shielding a badge under her shirt and a gun down the back of her skirt is just the toxic law enforcer ego she was attempting to avoid.

              “i’m not an fbi agent.”     that is, she doesn’t own a gun. and she never has. frankly, she finds the idea repulsive, and manages to move out of range when biII unclips his holster and lets the heavy metal clatter down against his desk.

“and frankly, i find that more than a little insulting.”    arms are folded across her chest and she turns, unsmiling, to the bat. he’s more of a legend than anything  —  something almost entirely ethereal, but something more along the white-collar-crime lines which she’s used to than murderers on the tapes.

        “doctor carr. and what should i call you?”

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@detsheehan // the world barely makes any sense, so it follows that crime doesn’t either. 

there are two disposable coffee cups  sat between them, both cooling and three-quarters empty and wendy’s sits like a black, cold stone between them and her eyes keep drifting from it to the wad of notes at her side. it’s not that she believes everything’s clear cut  —  they work in the grey areas of the human psyche that are entirely different from killer to killer, but they still have overlapping characteristics of bittersweet  humanity  that biII and hoIden try and tar with the same  sequence killer  brush bullshit.

     “it only doesn’t make sense because people haven’t bothered  trying  to understand it.”

it’s a throwaway statement, but wendy shifts her fingers through two photographs to reveal the one taken from the first step of the crime scene; she takes out the one of the body, and places it carefully between the two coffees.     “we have methods now  —  we have...  ways  of digging into the human ego in ways we never have before.”

she pauses, stares at the photo, and continues without so much as looking back up at the detective before her. (she does this a lot with hoIden  —  he stares with bated breath and she hypothesises aloud.)

               “look at this one, for example. the way he places the victim’s corpse like that means something. it’s careful. it’s... almost  gentle  in the way it’s been re-dressed. our killer’s closed the victim’s eyes, he’s crossed her arms over her chest as though she’s...  sleeping.  and in the same breath, it’s  controlled.  this was not a  what the fuck  murder  —  in the sense that there’s, almost, a  ritual  to everything he’s done with the body. there’s no dna left at the crime scene, and it looks as though our killer wasn’t in a hurry to leave her out of any great regret or remorse. there’s no weapon, no signs of any kind of post-kill stress... i don’t think we’re dealing with your every day accidental rage killing. there’s something else to it. it’s... organised. it’s  methodical.”

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pay attention to men vs stare at pretty women across the bar choose your fighter

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