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inkykeiji · 2 years

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Anon from earlier!!

I’m sorry you’re going through difficult times. Mental health issues really can be challenging. But that’s normal! That’s ok! That’s human! The greatest thing we can do for ourselves is try to understand them- with professional help, as both of us seek, so that we grow through them and become better people💖💖

As regards the playlists, please act according to whatever is more comfortable and easy for you, I do not wish to bring any trouble or discomfort💕💕! Bmb tomura is rly my comfort character these difficult days, since I’m in the process of completing my entrance exams for uni, that will be completed by Friday. Too much stress🥺

If retrieving ur acc is too difficult, please do not stress over that! Your stories keep me company and give me strength no matter what. And for that I’m always grateful💞💞💞

hello sweetpea hehehe welcome back!!! <3

oh, thank you lovie, i appreciate that very much <33 you’re so right!! my next session is coming up soon, and i’ve been recording everything going on with me in my therapy journal so i can let my psychologist know. recovery can be confusing and chaotic and challenging and just so overwhelming but it is one hundred percent worth it and i continue to remind myself that success is never a straight line. this is technically the first time i am actually delving into childhood trauma and the roots of my illness so it is very scary and a lot, but i’m so proud of myself (and anyone else who braves therapy to help themselves!) for doing it. thank you again for your kind words of encouragement, they mean so much to me <3 you are a very precious human being and i am incredibly lucky to bask in your light!

my gosh you are the sweetest <3 i appreciate your consideration!!! very thoughtful of you <3 but recovering the account shouldn’t be too difficult! let me play around with it tonight and hopefully by tomorrow morning i’ll have a link for you to my bmb tomura playlist <3 i want to warn you tho that many of the songs are quite sad, so proceed with caution, okay? i don’t want you feeling any worse!!!

ah uni! thankfully i didn’t have to do entrance exams (i don’t think we do those in canada!! like i know u have to take ur SATs if you wanna apply to an american uni but we don’t do ‘em here! i dunno what entrance exams are like in other countries tho) but i can only imagine how stressful they are!!! but i want to tell you something: i know this probably feels monumental in terms of both work and importance—i get that. my grades were/are incredibly, incredibly important to me. but they do not define your worth, or your life. i once had a uni prof say to us ‘i know it’s stressful, but i promise you, this exam is nothing more than a blip in your life’, and it’s true. you can always try again, you know? it’s never the end all, be all. you, and your life and your health (both mental and physical) matter so much more than a number on a piece of paper.

honestly, you probably already know these things, but i feel like it’s always nice and comforting to hear them again <3 i am wishing you luck sweetpea, you’ll be in my thoughts all week!! oh gosh anon, thank you for those beautiful words, i’m so glad that i/my work can help in some way <333 that means the absolute world to hear <3

#good luck sweet anon!!! it's all gonna be okay <3 #i'll get to work on recovering that account tonight!!!#until then please take good care of yourself <3 #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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pallases · 2 years

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just pulled my first college all nighter 🤪

#personal #maybe. idk doe sit count as an all nighter if im abt to pass the fuck out at 8 am #and then have to wake up again in like two hours since family is visiting and that is in fact the reason why i stayed up this late to get #done hw due tomorrow (for some god forsaken reason who the hell assigns a quiz due at 6 pm on a saturday)#that’s not the only thing i was working on obviously since it has a time limit but that class in general is since the assignment this week #is giving me absolute hell… for reference I have been straggling through this single class’s assignments sinc e 6 pm #with breaks ofc but not as long or as many as you’d expect to justify that length of time #and this class is worth ONE CREDIT this is insanity… i feel so useless honestly i feel like if i had more resources at my disposal or knew #where to find more it would be so much easier but he only posts a couple tutorials a week which i guess is more than a lot of classes would #get but it’s not enough for me 😭 they’re not v helpful either just in general #i mean they Are helpful but they’re not usually super applicable to the assignments for the week like they’re supposed to be #idk.#i am just not feeling great abt myself rn LOL he keeps saying we should be finishing each model in like half an hour meanwhile here i am 🤪#the quiz i ABSOLUTELY did not get a 100 on like the last one but i am praying that i got the gist of it like i think i did #i didn’t even get the chance to figure out how to fully define mt sketch since a lot of dimensions were missing and there weren’t sketch #relations to follow either but for once i don’t think that was technically part of the criteria so hopefully I will get away w it #not counting on it tho 😔#okay anyway i have been gone for over two weeks and have a lot of notifs and am exhausted atm so i will try to reply to them tomorrow #or today. whatever #also apologies for the no doubt horrible incomprehensible grammar of these tags i am so tired #the engineering chronicles #my sleep schedule has been legitimately laughable the past couple weeks i keep staying up until 5 am and im supposed to wake up at 7:30 #the first time that that happened i decided to skip my first class for some extra sleep and my professor EMAILED me asking abt my well-being #and when i said i was fine my alarm just didn’t go off (technically not a lie) she practically lectured me abt the importance of not missin #this class and needing to let her know beforehand if im going to be out etc etc #exact words at one point were ‘it’s time to invest in a new alarm clock! 😊’#yes the emoji was included anywyay she was v nice throughout it all but it traumatized me <3 and so i have not done it since #i was so taken aback when i got it like this isn’t high school djsjnfdn even if it was what hs teacher reaches out to you like that #god okay that was a lot. if you read all this props ily

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mrvelfan · 3 years

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Sunburn

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: basically fluff, some kissing

authors note: this is my first fic ever, so please be nice and enjoy:) (gif is not mine!!! all credits to the owner)

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REPOST MY STORIES ON ANY OTHER PLATFORM. Reposts are appreciated.

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It was such a great day at the beach. Hot mid summer day, spent in a bathing suit, finally relaxed from all the Avengers pressure. You had gotten ready kinda early in the morning, not wanting to waste any minute of your day off. You bumped into Natasha returning to her room after her workout and after chatting for a bit, letting her know of your plans, she decided to join you. It was an opportunity to spend time together, so you both decided to invite whoever else wanted to come along. It resulted in Steve, Sam and Bucky joining you, which actually led to a day full of fun.

You were now on your way back to the compound with Steve and Nat in the front of the car and you, squeezed between Bucky and Sam in the back seat. Everyone was tired after a whole day of swimming, sunbathing and playing games so there was a comfortable silence and you were about to fall asleep. Suddenly you felt Bucky moving and grunting on your left side.

“Are you okay? Do you want me to move?” you said moving to your right thinking that Bucky didn’t fit. After all he was a pretty big guy.

“No no, I’m fine, I’m okay” he said with a half smile, shifting in his seat. You looked at his posture remembering that from the moment you got into the car, he sat very still, without his back touching the back seat. You could tell there was something off, but he looked rather uncomfortable and you didn’t want to ask him infront of the others.

Bucky was shy and quiet around the others, even though he was living at the compound for quite some time now. His room was next to yours, so when he had nightmares his first days here, you were always there to ground and comfort him. Since then you became really close, and you were one of the very few people he let touch him. It was honestly a surprise to everyone the first time they ever saw you sitting really close and he didn’t move away. You didn’t mind that he was always near you or touching you, because you realized that it made him feel safe. You liked the physical contact and the time you spent together, and little by little, your crush to Bucky developed.

You just nodded and gave him a reassuring smile. His flesh arm was pressed on your side, his hand on his thigh, so you felt his muscles tensing with every slight movement. It hurt you to see that he was in some kind of discomfort or even pain from the grunts that left his lips every now and then, but you let it go, deciding to ask him once you were alone.

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After about 30 minutes you arrived and once the car stopped everyone sighed because you would finally go to sleep. You gathered your stuff and started walking to your rooms talking about your day.

"I had a great time. We should do this more often." Nat said to all of you, stopping outside her room.

"Me too, it was a great idea Y/N. Didn't know you actually had these." Sam teased you before entering his room too, laughing and leaving you speechless.

"Did he really-?" You turned your head in shock finding Steve and Bucky trying to hold in their laughs.

"Yeap he did... and i can already see the wheels in your head turning, coming up with a way to get him back tomorrow at training." Steve added and started walking again.

"Don't you worry about that." You said with an evil smile hearing them chuckle again.

Yours and Bucky's room was right next to each other so after saying 'goodnight' to Steve you were walking in silence.

"Are you really okay? You looked strange on the ride back home." You finally asked him, stopping on your tracks outside of your rooms. He didn't answer and he looked like he was deciding whether he should tell you the truth or not. But your concerned face made him feel bad for lying on the first place.

"I um... I got a... I got sunburnt on my back..." he said looking at you to see your reaction. The frown on your brows became even more visible as you walked closer to him. His eyes never left yours as you reached out with slow movements and lifted his shirt a little, revealing his skin. It was red and looked sore, making you realize that this was why he wouldn't sit back in the car.

"Oh my god Bucky! This looks really bad." You looked into his beautiful blue eyes, trying to think of a way to help ease the pain.

“Don’t worry doll, it will be healed by tomorrow.” he shrugged and turned his body to open the door of his room.

"Listen, I have a gel that will cool down your skin and reduce the redness." You said and opened the door of your room, leaving some space for him to enter.

“You really don’t have too” he said looking back at you.

“Yes, but i want too. At least let me help you feel more relaxed, even for a few hours.” He hesitated for a moment, but the awful feeling of his shirt touching him was irritating and he couldn't wait to get it off.

He walked in your room and stood at the end of your bed, leaving his bag on the floor near a wall. You quickly shut the door, throwing your stuff on the bed and going into the bathroom attached to your room. Once you found the aloe gel, you walked back out seeing Bucky still standing looking around.

"You can sit on the bed if you want." You offered and waited for his next move. He sat on your bed softly, very close to the edge like he didn't want to intrude into your personal space, even tho you had let him in the first place.

"Can you please take your shirt off?" You asked with a soft voice,not wanting to startle him, knowing how self conscious he was about his metal arm and scars.

He slowly nodded, without looking at you, winching when he moved his arms to remove it, because of the pain. Once it was off, he put his hands on his lap playing with his shirt, too afraid to look up to you and see your reaction to his scarred shoulder.

He was nervous. You could tell by his body language. You moved closer, sitting behind him so you faced his back. It was very red, especially on his shoulders and shoulder blades. You opened the cap of the tube and squirted some gel on your palm and fingers, before closing it and tossing it next to you.

“I’m going to touch you now okay?” you figured that it would be better for him if you told him exactly what you were going to do.

“Okay” he wispered, on the verge of tears, afraid that when you touched him you would feel disgusted by him.

You lifted your hands after barely hearing his response, and warned him that it would be cold. He nodded and you slowly pressed your palms on his back. You heard him hiss and shiver, but you didn’t move. He would feel much better after this.You spread the aloe all over his back massaging his skin, focusing on his shoulders were it was more sore.

How could this have happened? He didn’t even take his shirt off nor he is burnt on his face.

You asked yourself after rembering that he wasn’t shirtless at the beach. You were totally fine with it, just like everyone else. Not one of you would pressure him into doing something he didn’t feel comfortable doing.

“Hey Bucky...do you mind me asking how you got burned, since your face is fine and... you didn’t take your shirt off?” you asked him and grabbed the gel bottle again to add more to your hands. He tried to swallow the lump in his throat and hold back his tears so you wouldn’t suspect anything.

“No um...I actually took it off to get into the sea, but you were all sleeping... so that’s probably why you...didn’t see me” he said and shifted akwardly on your bed. The truth was that he actually waited until everyone was asleep, so he could take off his shirt for literally ten minutes, to get into the water.

“And i put sunscreen on my face so...yeah” he added and waited for your response.

“Why didn’t you wake me to help you?” You said concerned and slightly suspicious because you had an idea of why he didn’t.

“Like i said, you were sleeping and i didn’t want to bother you” he sat up after you told him you were done and looked back at you.

“Listen, i dont want to pressure you, but you know you can tell me everything right?” you crossed you legs looking at him and waited for his responce.He knew that you knew. After all you knew him really well to notice when hes lying.

He closed his eyes sighing and sat next to you on the bed. “The truth is...that...” he trailed off and you put your hand on his ,that was resting on his thigh, and squeezed it, as a sign to continue.

“...I just didn’t want anyone, and especially you to see me shirtless... to see my scars and remember that i am a monster.” He said and wiped a few tears that escaped his eyes.

You weren’t entirely shocked to hear that. Only because deep down you knew that this was his biggest insecurity and he wouldn’t open up to anyone about it easily, even if he refused it.

“Oh Bucky...” you hugged him tightly, your hands caressing the back of his head. He wrapped his armaround your waist, hugging you back even more tightly, burying his face into the crook of your neck and you felt some tears wetting your shirt. After a few moments you pulled back, wiping his tears stained cheeks, with you thumbs.

“I could never see you as a monster Buck. You are far from that. What you did all those years was not you...you are the kindest, most giving man I know who always puts himself first to protect others. I’m not disgusted by your scars Bucky and i will never be. They don’t make you a monster and they don’t define you. They prove that you are a survivor. And i know that you will see that one day too. But until then, i will always be by your side to remind you.”

He stayed silent for a few seconds, looking straight into your eyes, until he finally did what you both wanted for a long time. He leaned in and left a soft kiss to your lips, staying there for a little until he realized what he was doing and quicly moved back and sat up.

“I’m so sorry about that! I’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable... i should probably leave.” he said quickly and started gathering his things.

You stood up and made your way over him, took his face into your hands and smashed your lips to his. He dropped he things he was carrying and put his arms around your waist bringing you closer so that your chests were pressed together. Your lips moved in sync and your hands make their way up to the nape of his neck, playing with the hair there. He licked your bottom lip asking for pesmission and when you opened your lips he slipped his tongue into your mouth. After a while you both pulled back and stared into eachother’s eyes.

“Been wanting to do that for a long time.” you said biting your lip smiling, looking back at him.

“Did you now?” he chuckled and pecked your lips once more. “Thank you. For everything you said about me. I really appreciate it. I really appreciate you.” he smiled and pressed his forehead against yours.

“Of course Buck. I’ll always be here for you.” you smiled back and looked at his lips again. “So...you wanna do that again?” you giggled.

“Absolutely” he smiled and leaned in again capturing your lips into his. His hands moved down to your ass giving it a squeeze, before hissing and pulling back because his back had just collided with the wall. He looked at you with furrowed brows, pretending to be angry because you had pushed him all the way back.

“Oops...”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x you #the winter soldier #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fic

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smileyyoungchan · 3 years

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Sweet Chaos- Lee Chan

Dino x reader

Song for this one: Sweet Chaos- Day6

Phrases for this one: “Mind if I cut in?” “Kiss me” “I’m like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% means we could die horrible and violently, but honestly it’s a really solid plan

Warning: none

Genre: fluff

Just wanted to say that I love Chan so much and I’ve loved writing this thing about him 🥺

You were laying on Dino’s bed, in his dorm, watching the ceiling as it was the most interesting thing on heart.

Dino was showering, and he invited you to sleep at his dorm, even tho he just had an hard day of practicing, just because he wanted to stay with you.

You perfectly knew that he will end up falling asleep and you will end up watching him without being able to sleep; but it didn’t mattered, as long as you were with him.

When he closed the bedroom door you looked at him. He was the sweetest creature you’ve ever seen.

“Ehi babe. I’m sorry I took so long”

You sat up and smiled at him.

“Don’t worry. The ceiling was really interesting”

He chuckled and hearing his little laugh was the best thing that ever happened to you.

“What do you want to do tonight?” He sat beside you and watched you, tilting his head a little bit.

Every single feature of his face was perfect, seemed to be sculpted by an artist.

“Chan, you know we’re not allowed to sneak out” you said, already knowing where is mind was flying.

He smiled, and you recognised that smile, and you were really worried about it, cause it always led to unwanted consequences.

“I know, but I have a plan”

“Oh no” you sighed, but Chan continued to explain his plan and was completely unbothered by your statement. He explained every single detail, without thinking about the biggest problem: Jeonghan catching you.

“There’s no way this will work” you said, stopping his never ending ranting.

“I’m like 20% sure this plan will work. The other 80% means we could die horribly and violently, but honestly it’s a really solid plan”

“No it’s not?” Chan didn’t even seemed hurted by your words, he was so sure that everything will work perfectly.

You got up from his bed and followed him out of the room, knowing for sure that you’ll be stopped by Jeonghan, cause that man seemed to have a Chan sensor, or something like that.

You had to admit that Chan’s plan was really working, until you were so close to the door that you could have almost touched it.

Soonyoung came out of nowhere.

“Mind if I cut in?” He asked, whit a smile on his face. He was always so cute and helped you in many situations.

“Uhm yes?” Chan said. He was so pissed.

“Where are you two going? It’s almost eleven!” He whispered.

You just watched the two of them giving each other some death glares.

“None of you business” Chan said back, trying to cut that stupid discussion and sneak out with you.

“Oh, you play that card, maknae? Well, be careful cause I can play the Jeonghan card”

“You wouldn’t”

“Try me”

Soonyoung was so close to open his mouth to scream Jeonghan’s name when you decided to save yours and your boyfriends life.

“Soonyoung, honey. Could you please let us go? I promise you it won’t be happen ever again and I’ll buy you an ice cream tomorrow morning”

“Make two and you can considered it done” he cross his arms on his chest.

“Deal” you said.

Chan was in shock beside you. His eyes running from his band mate to you.

And he continued to stare at the both of you, with a surprised look on his face, till you took his hand and whispered “Channie, let’s go now”.

When you were outside, walking in the desolated streets around his dorm, Chan was leading you two into a place that he defined as ‘the best place in the world’. You followed him without asking anything else, but you were a little bit unsure of this definition; however, it didn’t really mattered cause you were with Chan and every place was the best.

“Here we are”

Chan took you in a little garden, hidden somewhere, in a dark street.

“Chan, this is beautiful!”

“Told you so”

He then, gently, started to walk, inviting you to do the same. He lead the both of us to a bench and here he sat, and you placed your head on his shoulder.

“You know. The first time I discovered this place was when I argued with Jeonghan-hyung because of our relationship. It wasn’t like he didn’t wanted for us to date, cause you know he loves you, but sometimes he’s a little overprotective with me. So when we argued I rushed outside the dorm and while I was wandering I founded this place, and the first thing that came to mind was ‘wow. Y/N is gonna love this’.”

You highly appreciated when Chan thought about you. He was always in your mind and discovering that you were in his too was the best feeling in the world.

He turned his head so he could face you, and you instantly left his shoulder and watched him too.

“Kiss me” he said.

It was a simple request, but you could have felt a thousand of butterflies dancing with a sweat melody as background music, in your stomach.

And you did it. You kissed him.

The night passed by and you two weren’t tired of each other yet, and you will never be.

#drabbles #seventeen #seventeen drabbles #seventeen imagines #seventeen x reader #svt au #svt imagines #lee chan x reader #seventeen x y/n #seventeen fluff #seventeen fanfiction #svt dino #dino x reader #dino fluff #dino au

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galateagalvanized · 2 years

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okay okay distraction for the flight tomorrow either to answer or just think about!

What are your favorite character traits of Obi-Wan and which of them do you think is the most present? Which influences his choices and his desires the most in your opinion? Who shaped him?

If you think about every single one of those character traits which is the one that would make you stop watching the Kenobi series if it weren't portrayed accurately? Or if say they wrote the character in a way that made him clearly unidentifiable?

If you'd rather have a writing prompt tho! How about a simple fic about Cody learning how to read Obi-Wan like an open book? Getting to know his General and slowly realizing he's gotten to know him a lot better than strictly necessary for a commander? Or Obi-Wan in some kind of space battle crisis with Cody on Coruscant and realizing he doesn't work nearly as well with anyone else under his command or someone else's as he does with Cody. (think them communicating with nods and raised eyebrows and twitching lips and one word sentences in tcw)

Either way! Sending my love to you and a hand to hold for the flight! <333

Ahahaha thank you thank you wow!! Ann you are too kind to me.

Let’s see, my favorite character traits of Obi-Wan, wow… what a good question. Honestly, this is the thing I love most and am frustrated by the most: his endless, infinite compassion. I find myself endlessly tormented by how Qui-Gon’s and Satine’s deaths and Cody and Anakin’s betrayals didn’t cause him to fall or give up. The persistence… the persistence in kindness… how is that possible?? I don’t know how someone finds a moral lodestone with that kind of strength. I wish I could. He covers his pain with either compartmentalization or humor, and he perseveres in kindness.

HAHA let’s be real i’ll watch the whole thing regardless. and I just don’t want him to be too cool. [count drakken voice] everyone thinks he’s all that, but he’s /not/. ok, real talk, I think Obi’s one of the most multi-faceted characters of the series. his fatal flaw in working with Anakin was very precise: his compassion/sympathy didn’t translate to empathy. That’s not a flaw you can build a series on, though, so I’m curious to see what they WILL use. Definable Obi-Wan is ~easy to write (kind, compassionate, snarky, doesn’t hesitate to risk himself for others, sasses someone while doing a backflip out of a building, says something wise and sad while stroking his beard…. done.) Interesting Obi-Wan… well. my fingers are crossed. for everything else, there’s fanfiction. Regardless, I will be writing fanfiction 🤣

—OHHH I LOVE THESE PROMPTS. I am going to write the open book one ! ! ! Because I’m thinking about the line between sympathy and empathy now hahaha. Codywan nonverbal communication is probably my favorite canon thing about them.

And thank you for the well-wishes!! I’m not too worried about the flight itself, but this is the last time I get to see my family for awhile, so I’m… I’m quite sad. And quite glad to now have something to write for you on the plane, hmm ;) ! (And I will always take a hand to hold ahaha!)

#just chatting #lightasthesun #ask Chel

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stardustdates · 3 years

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The lonely angel and the beast - Douma x reader

Scarstardust’s comment 1: aah I am so obsessed with Douma currently TwT I wish I had been here for him :( this is more of a fic than anything so I used she/her instead of you! Tho it’s very sad- please proceed with caution. Douma isn’t the villain in this btw!

Stardust’s comment 2: Honestly I even think this is the most fucked up pieces I’ve ever written.

Stardust’s comment 3: Just finished writing. I feel terrible, but I’m proud of my writing, I promise I’ll offer you all Douma fluff after that-

TW: dark topics, c//lt, s//lf h//rm, violence, mentions and detail of human s//crifice, ab//se of minor and adult. Reader discretion is advised. This is purely fiction and should not be romanticized or seen in a positive light.

Let the date the sacrifice begin.

A lonely angel. That’s what the leader of the Scarlet church was defined as. While the world saw her as a symbol of purity she could only notice her own tainted soul.

The members of the church often wondered why so much of her time was spent in the bathroom. Perhaps she really cared for her appearance or just craved the tranquility that she barely ever had. None of it. She was purely trying to scrub away her follower’s sins from her body. scrubbing her skin over and over again as she reopened the scars on her arm.

She was a symbol of purity thus humans wanted to cleanse themselves through her blood and that’s how her mentor started the habit of the ceremony drinks. Each follower would be graced with a cup of wine mixed to a few drops of the young girl’s blood.

Yet once again she was called to hear more of the sins committed by followers. Expected to reply to all of them with kindness. She was escorted to her confessional room where she found herself hidden away by thick curtains, a way to give the confessing sinner a sense of anonymity.

As she heard shuffling in the room she was waiting for another adult to alter her innocent child mind with a gruesome story for she was the messiah and god would speak to her. But she was met with the soft, monotone voice of a child.

“-Is anyone here? No emotion was carried in the kid’s tone.

-I am, dear lamb. She muttered, hearing a soft sigh on the other side of the crimson curtain.

-Hello. -The voice started again- I come to you today to confide in you sins I could not forget, for you see my parents have died, I lead followers equal to yours, yet I feel but void. I am much scared of becoming a beast.”

The slow breath of the boy could be heard through the curtain. Oh Lord knew (Y/N) wanted a peak through the curtain. The voice seemed about her age, if not just a bit older. A few minutes seemed to pass before the girl crawled to the curtain, extending her hand through them, abstaining from looking, knowing she would be harshly punished if she did.

“-Child -she started calmly- please let me hold your hand. -A break was given as the boy did as told.- I pray for your family, may they join the scarlet heavens. You will not turn into a beast for you shall miss them.

-Oh but. I simply could not bring myself to regret them. He stated bluntly.

-Then I will pray for mercy to be given on your soul, My ch-

-Douma. I’m Douma. She was cut by the boy, before finishing”

her hands moved on the other side of the curtain, reaching for the child’s face, feeling him flinch at the cold skin.

“-Then please, Douma. Come to me tomorrow. I will wait.” On these words her hands went back in her velvet cage.

And come back Douma did. days after days, months after months, year after years. Every day he’d reserve an hour to the other leader. Never to see each other’s face yet knowing the last of each other’s secret. Until he was invited to an event.

“Come to the velvet moon, Douma. It’s the day I will access the ultimate heavens.”

These were the words spoken to him. The last words he heard without a face on them.

For during a week he could not see the leader. Oh how he lounged for her presence. As time went by he had came to notice how she made his empty heart fill with butterflies he never expected to be alive. A glimmer of possessiveness. He wanted her to himself

But they were both now 18 for the girl and 20 for the boy. Four years had past since their meeting. Yet Douma had lost his humanity on the way. A sin he did not reveal to the woman he saw as an angel, too scare to scare her away. He didn’t know why this woman made him feel or how she did. He only knew tonight was her ascending, yet he doubted nothing unknowing of the nature of this ascension.

What horror he felt, what pure despair he met as he arrived. Finally seeing his angel’s face as she was tied by her arms to two pillars, suspended in the air by ropes, a white kimono around her weakened form. Shaking in anger as a knife was wielded by the man considered her mentor, by the awful smell of the glasses everyone were holding, this smell of blood and alcohol mixing. It was truly infuriating. He could not take it.

He looked at her once more noticing how she was nervously looking around, mumbling prayers and hopes of being saved. That until her so called mentor spoke up.

“feedeth yourselves mine own children f'r tonight thy presence shall summon our l'rd, drinketh the blood of the angel hath sent from above. Connecteth with the heavens of h'r purity. F'r tonight is h'r lasteth in this painful vessel the lady inhabits.“ the old man spoke an old dialect Douma could not fully understand but from key words. It filled him with more rage, as the man delt a violent stab to the newly adult lady. Striking her thigh as the blood pooled in a bucket placed under her. The rage to kill a thousand men. He felt enough rage to feel invincible. In his own mind he could have killed Lord Kibutsuji himself may he have been the one threatening the angel. His angel. Which received a stab to her other leg. The older man using the dagger to rip through her skin and muscles as a sharp scream got out of her.

But alas he could only watch as her body relax through the pain, giving up the moment she noticed the lost boy for he was the only one she didn’t know in the ceremony room. She knew from that moment that it was Douma. Her face turned peaceful at his sight.

She could very well see him walking toward the elevated space of the room. Watching as the considered mentor yelled at him to back away from the leader. Douma did none of that. It all went so quick. Quicker than the humans could see. All that they could register was the birch color haired man holding the old man’s head, his body a few feet away. He quickly dropped it hurrying to the barely conscious girl as he heard her followers all running away, screaming from the scene they had witnessed.

He was as fast as he could to untie her, trying to mush her thighs back together. The blood was too much. He wanted to eat her, his instincts screaming at him. The girl weakly laced her arms around him, muttering her thanks. He knew she’d pass out soon. He knew it would be over. They wouldn’t get a happy ending. There was no way lord Kibutsuji could appear and turn her into a demon, for alas Douma as himself was still too weak, hadn’t consumed enough to gain the power to change her himself. Seeing her struggle at staying awake he was like hit by lightning. Sudden realization of their memories flashing to him. For the first time in years he felt something. Immense regret filled him as he hugged (Y/N) tight, crying as he screamed and exclaimed his love for the angel.

“Angel. You can’t leave me. You’re mine. You made my cold heart work again, angel I love you. Don’t leave me. Angel. My angel. I love you. I love you. Please. I loved you. It’s true.”

He felt her hands on his face, like the very first time they had met.

“Douma, oh Douma... Come to me again tomorrow, I’ll wait.”

But her hands dropped away. For his angel had shed all of her feathers.

And as he sunk his fangs in her soft throat, taken over by his instincts, Douma promised himself never to love again.

#douma x reader #angst #kimetsu no yaiba #Kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba douma #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer douma #stardust writing

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scoobhead · 3 years

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Hey I took ur ouran quiz and the questions were awesome and I did indeed get dragged to filth, as has everyone in the tags, but I think we're all too embarrassed to post pictures of our results bc the callouts were so accurate kjshdfkjsdhf but im so curious abt the others,,, would you mind posting all the descriptions you did? I'm so curious. either way thanks for a banger of a quiz!

AH omg i’m so glad people are enjoying it!! and im sorry that people are getting called out lol but I did try to warn you. im mad that uquiz doesn’t have a “see all results” feature but here are all of the descriptions!!

haruhi:

you give off main character energy but also don't give a shit about being the main character. if you got this answer you probably also relate to tamaki or kyoya but ONLY one of them. you have mixed feelings about the other. you don't think you can experience love the way everyone else talks about it. you crave physical touch but your intimacy issues prevent you from seeking it out so you're stuck wishing anyone else would initiate it and anticipate your needs. people have said that they were drawn to you and a GOOD number of people have told you that they liked you. 9/10 times their crush was unrequited. you're still friends with all of them. hope ur doing well with that gender crisis you're going through!

tamaki:

wow. you're truly a dramatic bitch. maybe people find you a little grating but you're charming enough that they still hang around you for some reason??? ur a big romantic and your expectations will never match reality. every time you pass a mirror you get caught up in your own reflection, even if you don't consider yourself attractive. your self esteem swings WILDLY between "i'm a terrible person and no one really likes me" and "i'm perfect and everyone wants to be me". you definitely have SOME kind of parental complex and you projected way too hard on disney movies in your childhood. how is your hyperfixation with beauty and the beast treating you now? you genuinely want to be a good person but you find that your actions often have unintended consequences. being a wine mom (or your gender equivalent) is absolutely in your future. you're pretentious as fuck and your favorite book is probably pride and prejudice or the picture of dorian gray or some fruity shit. also you're in love with your best friend and im sorry

kyoya:

you have written PARAGRAPHS of analysis about whatever show or movie you're hyperfixated on and definitely talked about it with people who aren't familiar with the source material. you're just a little bit of an asshole (or at least you think you are) but you have a close group of friends nonetheless. you're a good liar and everyone hates playing among us with you. debate is your love language. you wonder constantly why anyone likes you at all. despite this, you're surprisingly loyal (even beyond your own expectations). you like being in charge of a situation even if people don't view you as the leader outright. you're never manipulative with malicious intent but you enjoy seeing the influence you have on others. usually this amounts to introducing them to a new show or hobby. people have told you that they've liked you and your first instinct was to say "thank you, but no you don't". you're just emotionally unavailable enough to be ~intriguing~ but consider swallowing your pride enough to tell the people in your life that you love them.

hikaru:

you know that feeling where you make a joke and maybe one or two people really laugh at it but everyone else doesn't know how to respond? of course you do. you have a very defined sense of humor and you feel like there are only a handful of people who really get you. in reality, part of this stems from the fact that you judge other people, make assumptions, and are slow to forgive. you've definitely given a friend the silent treatment for DAYS... and what was it for? are you happy living life this way? do you so love believing yourself to be misunderstood? i promise there are other people out there who like your obscure interests just as much as you do. pause your early 00s pop punk for a second and get over urself.

kaoru:

are you excited for the big recital coming up? you must be, since you've been playing second fiddle for so long. you're probably disappointed with this response. you wanted to be a main character. you feel like sometimes ur a background character in your own life. most of your friends are people you met through pre-existing friendships and you pretty exclusively hang out in groups. you're a good person and people enjoy your company, but there's maybe only one or two people who would call you their BEST friend. that's okay. you feel the same way. you rarely come up with plans or jokes, but you can "yes and" like there's no tomorrow. maybe your life is a little boring, but at least its comfortable. it's a shame, though. there are a lot of people who could help bring you out of your comfort zone, if you'd let yourself leave your bubble every now and again.

honey:

so. you have a complex. that's okay! most people do. you just HAVE to be the hottest person at the supermarket or the friend that EVERYONE loves. you have a lot of friends but only a few people who really, truly know you. you use humor or flirting or playing dumb to deflect from the fact that you have a SHIT ton of walls up around you and you're afraid to let anyone beyond the facade you put up. you aren't hurting anyone by doing this, but it does get a little lonely sometimes. you like the attention you get, even if it's pretty surface-level. you have a weird thing about crying in front of other people: either you do it too often or you absolutely REFUSE to. you just want to be held. and honestly? don't we all.

mori:

holy shit. you're SEXY. you know EXACTLY when to shut the fuck up and it's hot. it's a double-edged sword, though. when was the last time you let yourself be someone's shoulder to cry on? and when was the last time YOU cried on someone else's shoulder? hm. might want to work on that. you don't think too highly of yourself, but you recognize you're a kind person. bit of a doormat tho. perhaps you've even been called "subservient". it's a shame you're so emotionally closed off, because your friends would honestly love for you to open up more. if you did anything competitive in high school--choir, drama, band, sports, etc.--you were never a soloist or the star player. you played defense, didn't you? you were in the chorus, weren't you? i bet you were in percussion (not the quads tho). your biggest flaw is that you refuse to acknowledge how important you are to other people. there's a gardener and a flower in every relationship, and it's time you started being the flower.

#ohshc uquiz #ask

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llewey-watts · 3 years

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Work in progress post:

Detective Watts Best Quotes

Concocting A Killer

Watts: “Ah, so you’re the one who botched it.” Murdoch: “Excuse me?”

Watts: “Well, that’s why I’m here, isn’t it?”

Brackenreid: “Listen, Detective Murdoch did nothing wrong. The Crown is just worried that Shanley may claim prejudice if the same detective reinvestigates the case.”

Watts: “Right, right, right. You’re just biased. The coroner’s the one who botched it. Coroners. Odd lot. Far from reliable to say the least. Not to mention the smell.”

Murdoch: “Our coroner has a flawless record. And she also happens to be my wife.”

Watts: “Good God, man. You’re married to the city coroner?”

Murdoch: “Yes.”

Watts: “Oof. Is she pretty? Ah, she’d have to be pretty. I don’t know how else you could tolerate being married to a colleague.”

“The streets of this fine city are my office.”

Crabtree: “Should I read these files?”

Watts: “Absolutely not. The less you know, the more pure you remain. From purity emerges truth. From truth emerges justice. Knowing nothing allows one to see everything.”

“Our mind is where we live our lives. The only home one needs is the human skull.”

Watts: “Oh, no. You interviewed a witness?”

Murdoch: “Oh, no. She called on me.”

Watts: “Your involvement was to cease entirely. Instead, it appears you are continuing to seek a conviction. And based on what? A visual test done 12 years ago by a neophyte coroner?”

Murdoch: “Dr. Ogden is my wife.”

Watts: “Which makes it all the more likely you’re blind to her mistakes. No, it appears this dinner was a poor idea. Good night Detective.”

Watts: “The detective was wrong.”

Ogden: “About what?”

Watts: “You’re not pretty.”

Ogden: “Excuse me?”

Watts: “Look at you. Classic, Romanesque bone structure, excellent physiognomic symmetry. You’re not pretty. You’re beautiful.”

Ogden: “Well, I suppose I’m flattered.”

Watts: “Why? It’s merely an objective assessment. But that necktie **shakes his head**.

“Honestly, Inspector, how does anyone work with this man? He is some kind of renegade to whom rules are a foreign concept.”

“Let’s suppose for a moment that Mr. Shanley is guilty of this current murder. Now, does that make him more or less likely to be guilty of the first? Are you the same man today you were yesterday? Your hair is not the same. You cut and discarded it. Same with your fingernails. Over time, our entire body falls away and is reconstituted. How, then, can you be the same? Oh, but our thinking changes with maturity, with experience. In truth, the continuity of personhood may be nothing more than a delusion. In fact, it makes me question our whole profession..."

“We need to get out of doors detective. The truth is in the air. We must **deep breath** breathe it in.”

“We both know you didn’t do it. — We have to blame someone. The function of the police is to attribute blame on behalf of the community, but the community doesn’t particularly care if we blame the right person. — Why not? Man has been using scapegoats since Leviticus. The sims were placed upon the goat, the goat was banished to the desert, but mo one cared that the goat was innocent.”

“The ignorami at Station One have done it again. I clearly told them to release the man who looks like Karl Marx. They’ve let out some fellow who’s as clean-shaven as bloody Kierkegaard.”

Hades Hath No Fury

“How could I have been so unaware? My sister was in distress, and I suspected nothing. Age is no excuse for inattention. -but, sir, you found her. Your sister’s alive.- Yes. So I’m at peace.”

“Yes. Well life is but a cruel sport for whatever maker you are forced to believe in. -Detective Watts I understand...- Would your sister forsake you for a house of women who have eschewed the world in which you live?-my sister was a nun.-“

“Truth is absolute, unyielding and eternal, Jackson. It is our one constant in a turbulent universe.”

“Your face is *pause* symmetrical, but that hat *shakes his head*”

Merlot Mysteries

Watts: “Wine is proof that God loves us and wants to see us happy.”

Murdoch: “I highly doubt that”

Watts: “Oh, you reject the words of Benjamin Franklin?”

Murdoch: “Even a clever man is capable of a bad idea. no. wine, like any alcohol, is a depressant. It hinders the mind.”

Watts: “Ah, but ‘in wine there is truth.’ -Pliny the Elder.”

Murdoch: “Writers and Philosophers are seldom the best of judges. Especially when it comes to alcohol.

Watts: “Well, no one less than Louis Pasteur called wine, ‘the most helpful and most hygienic of beverages.’ Is it that you don’t enjoy the taste?”

Murdoch: “Ah.”

“Oh. Wait right there. I’m going to show you how wrong you are.”

“‘Wine can of their wits the wise beguile, make the sage frolic, and a serious smile.’”

“In the words of Diogenes, ‘What I like to drink most is wine that belongs to others.’”

Murdoch: “Spectroscopic analysis.”

Watts: “Ah, yes. Not reliable in my experience. How’s it meant to help us?”

Murdoch: “By comparing the wine in question to the light profile of other varying ages, we’ll be able to discern precisely how old it is.”

Ogden: “The older the wine, presumably, the light the color, thanks to the blanching effect of sunlight.”

Watts: “Mm, but it was kept in a cellar. Depending on conditions, two bottles of the same provenance could be wildly different. There’s absolutely to way to determine —“

Murdoch: “Thank you, Detective. Please.”

Watts: “All right.”

Ogden: “Ready?”

Murdoch: “Yes.”

Ogden: “It’s 4.3.”

**Watts waiting + messing around.**

Ogden: “It’s 5.2. 8.5.”

Watts: “Well?”

Murdoch: “[Sighs] They are all different.”

Watts: “Really?”

Murdoch: “Every grape, every year, every bottle.”

Watts: “Hm, you don’t say.”

Murdoch: “It compares to an 1880 Merlot...a 1902 Tempranillo...and...several others.”

Ogden: “Well, I suppose you told us so, Detective.”

Murdoch: “All right. Call in your expert.”

Watts: “Uh, not my expert. My sommelier.”

The Talking Dead

“No one intends to get murder **scratches his beard** and yet.”

Crabtree: “Sir, are you not concerned that you yourself are marked for death?”

Watts: “Oh, I don’y like it, but the truth is death could come to any one of us any day.”

Crabtree: “Still, no need to hurry it along.”

Watts: “Well, very little of life is under our control. Very little death as well.”

Crabtree: “Watts, have you ever been to Paris?”

Watts: “Ah yes, The City of Light.”

Crabtree: “I thought that was Buffalo?”

Watts: “No, I believe Paris came up with it first. Why do you ask?”

Crabtree: “Nina’s involved with a show that’s preforming there. She wants me to go.”

Watts: “Forever?”

Crabtree: “No, no, just a short while.”

Watts: “Well, the world is only an oyster if you choose to open it.”

Crabtree: “So go to Paris today, for tomorrow I might die?”

Watts: “Precisely.”

Crabtree: “What about you? What would you do with your last day?”

Watts: “Just this. Talk to a friend.”

Crabtree: “Who? Oh me?”

Watts: “And solve a crime.This is what were looking for.”

Crabtree: “Brilliant.”

Watts: “The City of Love with a beautiful woman. You’d be a fool to say no.”

Crabtree: “Thought you said it was the City of Light.”

Watts: “Light. Love. Are they not one and the same?”

Crabtree: “I prefer to love with the lights off, sir. I fear I’m bashful.”

Crabtree à la Carte

“A shame. It looks terrific. I think I’ll go out for lunch. Anyone care to join me? —- This disappoints me. But I soldier on.”

“I’ll work with her. People are not to be defined merely by their words, thoughts, and actions.”

“KRRRKRRRKRRRSHING SHING SHING SHING SHING! a moleta.”

“[speaking Italian] RESPONDA TO ME!”

That man’s look tho.

Watts: “It may once again be safe, but I’m not sure I’ll ever regard meat with the same enthusiasm again.”

Cherry: “Perhaps you should stick to freshly butchered cuts.”

Watts: “I thought the same. Then I read up on the abattoir conditions in the stockyards.”

Cherry: “The Shelleys subscribed to a Pythagorean diet. Da Vinci too.”

Watts: “Pythagorean? You mean vegetarian?”

Cherry: “I do. ‘My body,’ said da Vinci, ‘will not be a tomb to other creatures.’”

Watts: “Yes. Yes, it’s the only way to live, isn’t it? Join me, Miss Cherry. From this day forward, we shall follow the ranks of all moral men in our strict adherence to vegetarianism.”

Cherry: “Uh, I don’t think so. What, are we cows?”

Murdoch Schmurdoch

“Are you being facetious?”

“**To Constable John Brackenreid** Let me guess, you invited a lady to accompany you on an outing and she declined. — I would counsel you to persevere. Ask again. As Lord Nelson wrote, ‘the boldest measures are the safest,’ although I suppose a woman is quite unlike a Danish Fleet. — Yes. Tread softly, Young Brackenreid. Let her know that if her inclination changes, your offer still stands.”

Game of Kings

Ogden: “I see. Well, I don’t much fancy being stared at for the next five months.”

Murdoch: “Julia...”

Ogden: “Inspector, I couldn’t help but notice that you and all of the men were staring at the us both. Is there something you’d like to ask?”

Brackenreid: “Uh, no.”

Ogden: “Constable Crabtree?”

Crabtree: “What? [Chuckles]”

Ogden: “Higgins?”

Higgins: “No, ma’am.”

Ogden: “What about you, Detective Watts? You seem like a curious fellow.”

Watts: “Well, there is one thing.”

Murdoch: “What is that?”

Watts: “When’s the baby coming?”

Crabtree: “Oh!”

Brackenreid: “Bloody hell, Watts! They wanted to keep it a secret.”

Watts: “How could they do that when everyone clearly knows what’s going on here?”

Free Falling

Watts: “One hopes this won’t put too much of a strain on their relationship.”

Crabtree: “How so?”

Watts: “In the face of great loss, emotions can be misdirected. Feelings amplified. I knew a young couple who experienced a similar issue. They never recovered.”

Watts: “The secret to dealing with gruesome remains is to replace natural instinct with logic.”

Constable Brackenreid: “Okay. How?”

Watts: “Consider an ant. Imagine you trod upon one, crushing it, and leaving it’s body mangled beyond recognition. Now, does this disturb you?”

Constable Brackenreid: “Not really.”

Watts: “Exactly. So we simply apply the transitive law. If we are not disturbed by an ant, there is no reason to be disturbed by a beetle. If not by a beetle, then not by a caterpillar. Nor a butterfly, nor a sparrow, nor a fish, nor a rabbit, not a dog...nor a human. What we have here, then, is no more disturbing than the squashed remains of an ant.”

Hart: “What’s this?”

Watts: “A reminder of the inhumanity of man, Miss Hart.”

Hart: “How poetic.”

Watts: “Constable? It seems something’s troubling you.”

Crabtree: “How so?”

Watts: “There’s an expression on your face that suggests you have a thought in your head.”

Crabtree: “Do you remember I asked you about visiting Paris?”

Watts: “No.”

Crabtree: “And then I was away for some time?”

Watts: “No.”

Crabtree: “No. Well, in any case, I did. I went to Paris with Nina.”

Watts: “Mm.”

Crabtree: “And she wants to go again, but for good.”

Watts: “So you’re considering leaving us all behind?”

Crabtree: “I don’t want to. My whole life is here. But I could imagine a life there. I don’t know. If I...If I don’t go, I lose Nina. If I do, I lose everything else that’s dear to me.”

Watts: “One loss doesn’t outweigh the other?”

Crabtree: “The enormity of either seems too great to contemplate.”

Watts: “Oof. Well...I can’t give you any advice. But I can tell you what I know. I know that we spend our whole lives holding on to what we have. We fear loss as much as death itself. But without loss, there is no change. Without change, there is no? Life.”

Crabtree: “Detective. You realize there’s nothing written on the blackboard, right?”

Watts: “Uh, yes, but it provides a frame of reference.”

Crabtree: “Ah.”

Brothers Keepers

“Of course I’m not certain. Memories are fragmentary impressions at best. The mind moves like a flock of starlings. It’s hard to pin down a thought, let alone a memory.”

“Did I have reason? Nigel Baker tortured and killed a man I...A man who was in every way my brother. Someone who deserved my protection. I had ample reason to kill Nigel Baker. But as I have already made clear, I didn’t recognize him. So did I kill him with intention? No. Am I sorry he’s dead? No, I’m not. To be honest, even if given the chance to exact my revenge, I’m not sure I’m capable of it. Obviously, my philosophy rejects that very idea. No one asks to be the way they are, not even boys like Nigel Baker.”

In reference to justice being found:

Watts: “Where is that to be found? I’ve been asking myself that. To be honest, I’m unable to think of much else.

Murdoch: “You seek justice.”

Watts: “I crave it. If I could, I would demand it. I want the man who killed my brothers to feel their pain. To feel my grief at what he did to them. But he’s dead. At the hand of his father. Did he even know why? And now the father will likely hang. Is that justice?

Brackenreid: “Of a sort, I suppose.”

Watts: “Then why don’t I feel better?”

Annabella Cinderella

Constable Brackenreid: “Do you think I’ll get a chance to meet him?”

Crabtree: “Who? The lawyer? What do you want to meet him for?”

Constable Brackenreid: “I-I followed the trial. I felt sorry for her.”

Crabtree: “John, she killed her mother with an ax.”

Constable Brackenreid: “Harriet Rawlins wasn’t her mother. Annabella was a home child.”

Crabtree: “So that makes it alright?”

Constable Brackenreid: “She was beaten and tortured. Her home sister admitted as much.”

Crabtree: “The home sister that Annabella then tried to murder?”

Constable Brackenreid: “Rosemary Rawlins was abusive as well.”

Watts: “That’s what made it such a brilliant defense. The victim was painted as a villain, the villain painted as a victim. Annabella Cinderella.”

Crabtree: “So you’re a fan of the lawyer as well?”

Constable Brackenreid: “He took her case for free.”

Watts: “Oh, nobody’s motives are purely altruistic. It’s all in the service of his political aspirations. He running for mayor, don’t you know?”

Crabtree: “Thank you very much, Detective Watts, for everything. You as well, Mr. Daniels.”

Constable Brackenreid: “And I’m terribly sorry about all of this.”

Watts: “Of course you’re sorry. It doesn’t change anything, so why waste energy in saying it?”

Constable Brackenreid: “Does Detective Murdoch know?”

Watts: “No, he doesn’t. And that’s not the question you should be asking right now.”

Constable Brackenreid: “Sorry, I...”

Watts: “Nope.”

Constable Brackenreid: “W-What is?”

Lawyer: “How do we find her?”

Watts: “Ah. On the train over, I went through the file from the Crown prosecutor. There’s one more person we should protect.”

Lawyer: “Who’s that?”

Watts: “The doctor who filed the death certificate and attended the case.”

Lawyer: “Dr. Beattie was never called to testify.”

Watts: “He provided evidence that helped convict her.”

Lawyer: “Good point. Let’s go.”

Watts: “No. You stay. **waves gun in the air** This is police business. All right.”

Constable Brackenreid: “I’m not saying she’s innocent. I just pointed out that there are other people who may have wanted to kill her mother.”

Watts: “Which, if they did, would ipso facto make her innocent.”

Crabtree: “Did she say she was innocent?”

Constable Brackenreid: “She did, yes.”

Watts: “‘Twas ever thus.”

Constable Brackenreid: **opens the door** “Oh, my God.”

Watts: “Still think she’s so innocent?”

Constable Brackenreid: “This is my fault.”

Crabtree: “It’s jot your fault, John.”

Watts: “Losing the prisoner was your fault. This is merely a consequence. One cannot be accountable for every consequence, because the consequences of every action are infinite.”

Constable Brackenreid: “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”

Watts: “Your feelings are irrelevant. It’s simply the truth of it.”

Crabtree: “It does confirm our fears. The girl’s out for bloody revenge.”

#llewellyn watts #murdoch mysteries #jack walker #george crabtree appreciation society #detective watts #quotes

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study-aquarius · 4 years

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How are keeping yourself motivated nowadays?

honestly, i am so interested in what i am doing, i just want to know more and more... i don’t really find myself feeling forced to study 🤷‍♀️ on the other hand, you can try to make things seem interesting so you would like to know more about the subject? or just feel the pressure of failing lmao okok, but srsly tho.. fail to prepare - prepare to fail

we just have to realise that our future is in our hands - our decisions today will define our tomorrow.. if we don’t get our work done, nobody will do it for us - noone can read your notes for you, noone can shove knowledge into your brain; just think about where your hard work could take you and just chase your big dream 👏

#ask #motivation #how to get motivated #tinyengineernut

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cateyesinlove · 4 years

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Tarlos 1x05 Missing scene

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“And then he just came back with the saddest face I have ever seen him wear, you should have seen him Carlos” he sighed finishing putting the silverware and making sure the table looked good.

”Well that’s such a shame” Carlos replied from the kitchen, “She is passing on a great guy like Paul,” he said as he was looking through the drawers for a utensil, “ he is a keeper.”

”Well isn’t Paul Strickland’s #1 fan” he scoffed looking at Carlos with a surprised face.

”Is that jealousy I hear on your tone tiger?” Carlos asks teasingly.

”You wish cowboy” he replied winking an eye at Carlos as he sits down in the chair, “I’m not an insecure man” he throws Carlos a smirk, “and you didn’t spend your day of cooking for Paul so I feel pretty confident on my chances”

”Hey looks like someone is feeling very important right now,” Carlos jokes, “I already told you, my mother came because we had to talk about some stuff for next month's family reunion and the only time we actually have a conversation is while we cook,” he said while checking the food, “I literally came out to the women while we were making flautas on my birthday” he looks at T.K. “ She really thinks I’m starving myself even though I have been living alone for 5 years.” he rolls his eyes.

“Didn’t you just talk to her yesterday?” T.K. asks as he drinks from his glass of water, “ and like every other day before that.”

“No, she talked and complains about dad and I listen” he explains while serving the tamales in the plates, “ the worst part is that if I haven’t had to call her she would have called me and gave me the whole sermon of “Oh Carlos you never call, you don’t care about your mother anymore, Carlos Roberto Reyes! I raise you better than this!” And in the end, I’m gonna have to listen to her complaining about dad and how he is now all day in the house since he retired,” he explained after re-enacting his mother's accent and movements.

”Oh I see,” says T.K. smiling at Carlos, “So I was only invited because there was extra food?”

“ Just imagine if I had told her I was inviting you for dinner?” He shakes his head and brings the plates to the table and sitting on the opposite side of the table, “she would have made a feast.”

T.K. knows is stupid to feel like this, he is the one who asked Carlos to keep things casual and yes, they are exclusive but they haven’t defined their relationship yet and probably won’t any time soon but some part of him, one that not even Alex’s betrayal could hurt, expected that maybe Carlos would take the lead and just call him his boyfriend while the reasonable and logical part of him is terrified of that single thought, yes Carlos was sweet and wonderful, in just so little time he had shown T.K. he cared and was there for him, anytime and any day he needed him which was so much more than what Alex did for the entire time of their relationship. So yeah it was very fitting to say he was conflicted. He was a Gay disaster, a gay disaster for Carlos Reyes.

”You haven’t told your parents about u-..I-...me?” He asked nervously while fidgeting with the fork.

”Well No,” Carlos says while putting his fork down, “I hope that’s okay, I mean we hadn’t talked about that and I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable or make you think I was putting pressure to uh... this,” he says looking for the right word while avoiding T.K. ‘s stare, “Do you want me to tell them?”

TK takes a deep breath and nods, “Yeah, I think that we could try this,” he smiles and feels a small blush spread through his cheeks when Carlos walks around the table and comes to hug him from behind, “ I think I’m ready to bring color to this side of my life.”

”Well tomorrow when I call her, I’m gonna tell her all about this wonderful firefighter I meet and make her listen to me complains about how crazy he drives me,” Carlos says and T.K. knows he has a huge smile, he doesn’t need to see it. “but you better be prepared because Blanca Reyes will fight tooth and nail to meet you” he warns kissing T.K. 's cheek.

“Bring it on” he whispers in Carlos's ear.

”Okay,” he answers

He smiles at Carlos as he makes his way to his seat, “Okay.” he imitates Carlos teasingly.

“Hey,” Carlos calls his attention after they both fall in a comfortable silence eating, “I was thinking why don’t we go out with Paul?’

”have you been thinking about Paul while we are eating dinner? Really Carlos?” he says playfully, “That’s a low blow”

“You know what I mean,” he answers frowning, “I know a club we could go, it's a gay club tho.”

“Officer Reyes, are you telling me you actually go out?” He teases but at the same time a little surprise.

“Hey! The fact that I’m a cop doesn’t mean I don’t go out and have fun,” he says pointing a fork at him.

”I just never thought you would be the clubbing type,” he answeres honestly and keeps eating, “Mostly when you have plans you tell me you are going to someone’s house or a restaurant.”

“Well I’m not really a clubbing guy anymore but I still have it in me to woo you with my dance moves,” he jokes and moves his hands pretending to dance,

”Oh yeah? You really think you can woo me with your dance moves?”

”Oh I know I can tiger.” He winks at T.K. and smiles when he sees him blush a little while biting this lower lip trying to contain a smile.

” It's on cowboy,” he says

“Well see cariño,” he says and looks at his watch, “Do you know what time Paul shifts end?”

”No but I can ask the probie,” he says while taking his phone out and starts texting Mateo.

”Then let us finish eating and start getting ready.”

”Sounds good.”

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