#in my defence your honour i have been unwell

[thoughtsineedtoletout]

The Tortured Poets Department

Track 3 – My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys

This track sets the scene with the narrator telling us she has experienced this before; the voices in her lover's head suggest it's a cyclical rumination of anxious and pessimstic overthinking. She analogises her lover to the sickest army doll. I think this lyric is showing a duality of meaning, 'sickest' is often used as a colloquialism for trendiness and stylishness, paralleled to actually being 'sick', inferring his mental unwellness.

Taylor has previously referenced soldiers, battles, and armies in songs, such as in The Great War and You're Losing Me. Soldiers are often attributed to traits of honour, integrity, truth, and resilience. Her use of these metaphors have previously switched between using it for her lover or herself; depending on the narrative of the piece.

What this tells me is that she's been in the wax and wane of this recurring battle for some time, consistently fighting to keep this relationship alive, always on the defence in one way or another, and it is breaking her. This is portrayed in the opening lines of verse one, oh, here we go again // the voices in his head // called the rain to end our days of wild.

Then she goes into how this makes her cry, rivulets descend my plastic smile. I did have to finally break out my dictionary to look this one up; rivulets is a small stream of water/liquid. Here, she is telling us that she's been masking her pain for a long time behind false smiles, until she can't hold them back anymore and the tears are finally flowing from her.

At this point, it feels like the narrator has accepted that this is how it'll always be and understands that the relationship is coming to an end, which is why she's crying.

She then goes on to say but you should've seen him when he first got me, reminiscing on the beginning of their relationship when it was brand new and shiny. This period of time was when he was showing her love, attention, appreciation, respect, and pride of being with her, like when a kid finally gets their hands on that toy they've been coveting for a while and they're just so excited about it.

Eventually, they play with their favourite toy too much; they become familiar and comfortable, it becomes less shiny, and it is taken for granted. The intial excitement fades so they put less care into making sure it doesn't break, so eventually it does from carelessness of how they treat it and it becomes neglected.

The narrator goes on to say I'm queen of sand castles he destroys. She has used kings and queens as metaphors before and I feel like she is tying that into this to tell us where the story is at now. In King of My Heart and London Boy she refers to herself as a queen and her lover as a king, and in Call It What You Want she likens her career to a castle in the lyric, my castle crumbled overnight. Now, her king is the one destroying the sand castles she's been building.

She then says 'cause it fit too right, puzzle pieces in the dead of night // I should've known it was a matter of time, suggesting they were too similar as people and this was their downfall. Anecdotally speaking, I have found that having too many similar traits can mean you end up clashing a lot. For instance, if you are a very passionate person and so is your partner, but the topic you're passionate about is different, this can cause some friction.

The second verse progresses the story into there being a litany of reasons they could have stopped playing house and actually follow through with the real commitment, we could've played for keeps this time. The use of the word litany suggests that it is repetitive and monotonous and they've been in this position a multitude of times.

Put me back on my shelf // But first, pull the string // And I'll tell you that he runs // Because he loves me

The narrator feels like she has been used up and then discarded after her lover broke her. She's also in denial here because she's stating that he is running only because he loves her. This is also depicted in the chorus, he saw forever, so he smashed it up.

He is afraid of commiting to doing life with her and so he runs and he breaks her in the process. However, she attributes this as a fault of her own and says, once I fix me // he's gonna miss me. Reinforcing her denial.

In the outro, the narrator states that she felt more when they were playing pretend than she ever did with other people she's been with. When they were just 'playing house', things were more real to her with him than with anyone else, but when things actually got serious her lover was threatened by the genuine need for commitment, the illusion shattered.

She goes on to say he was the only one who took her out of her box. The others didn't truly try to know her, but when she was in a bad place (stole my tortured heart) he wanted her and loved her anyway. But in the end, he didn't want to commit and left her broken, while trying to make it out as if she was better off without him. She says that she's not.

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[kassandra-lorelei]

So, I've been sick in bed and went back through all your one-shots on here (why did I never do that before?!) Anyways... You're amazing and I love them all, but my favorite one was the AU where Niles was CC's carriage driver who got lost and they eventually run off together. It's so adorable and I was wondering if you could write a next part of it? Their wedding and /or them living on the run from her family maybe? I just want to know what happens next! Ha ha Thanks, Hannah!

Hey there, my friend! I’m sorry to hear you’ve been unwell - I hope you’re feeling better!

@missbabcocks1 @holomoriarty

Niles had been correct in his assumptions that the journeywould be long – they had left at first light and it had been very near dusk bythe time they’d arrived at the village where his cousin served as priest. Butto Chastity-Claire, there had never been a finer journey, nor a better timespent. Her fiancé, though but a servant by birth and profession, was truly themost remarkable she’d ever met. His wit matched her own, his kindness wasunparalleled, and his charm could win the heart of even the most cynicalcreature.

It had certainly won hers. She could not be completely firmin how many of her friends and family had married for love, but from the waymany of them presented themselves at dinners and balls, it was not themajority. She was amongst the fortunate few, and she would not trade her placefor all the wealthy suitors her mother would consider a more than adequatealternative.

Niles��� cousin was an amicable man, and though he had beensurprised to see them, he’d delighted in the opportunity to perform a wedding(even at extremely short notice!). He’d even gathered some of the localvillagers to serve as witnesses and as congregation, and some of the villagersin turn had provided Chastity-Claire with a fine bouquet of wildflowers, andNiles with a fresh suit. They had insisted that no man should look less than hisbest on his wedding day, and after many thanks were exchanged between allparties, they had begun the ceremony.

A faint blush had settled across Chastity-Claire’s cheeksfrom the onset, and she feared being the colour of the setting sun by the endof it. But from the gaze that Niles bestowed upon her (even from the merecorner of his eye), she felt as though she could be as red as an apple and hewould consider her no less than a goddess.

The mere thought sent a pleasant shiver through her verycore, and she beamed back at her love, before turning her eyes back to thepriest.

“If there is any person present who knows of a reason whythis man and this woman may not be married, you are to declare it now.”

There could be no reason. No person present knew-

“I demand that this wedding be stopped!” cried a commandingvoice, snatching the remains of Chastity-Claire’s thought from her head.

The replacement dread for her previous satisfaction feltcold, and with a soft gasp she spun to witness the objector’s entrance.

It was her mother, Lady Barbara-Beatrice Babcock, who hadspoken, and whose heeled shoes were marching with tempestuous purpose towardsher daughter through the murmuring congregation. Her father, Lord StewartBabcock, and her brother Noel both soon followed, appearing much more reluctant.The instigator of this interruption was clear, and though Chastity-Clairelowered her bouquet in one hand, she used the other to take Niles’.

She would not allow him to feel intimidated, which was oftenthe case when her mother approached servants. And though she knew her love tobe both sharp and stalwart in his own honour’s defence, her encouragement wouldnot be unwelcome.

“Chastity-Claire,” it was not a greeting that her mothergave. “Step away from that man this instant!”

Chastity-Claire would do no such thing, “Mother-”

“Silence, child,” Lady Babcock came to an imperious haltbefore them. “We did not leave the Goodhues’ home in search of you, only to beinformed by the landlord of an inn some miles away from your intendeddestination, that you had left in this direction with your fiancé! I will notallow it to continue! You are a highborn lady, you shall present yourself assuch, and you shall marry as such!”

Chastity-Claire had never heard such a silence follow anorder her mother gave. But it was to be expected – she was the recipient, andshe was not going to obey.

It was only broken by a clearing of the throat designed toattract attention.

“Perhaps,” Niles’ cousin leaned discreetly into the colloquy.“It might be more prudent if this discussion were to be conducted privately?”

Lady Babcock turned on the priest with the amount of respectowed to a man of his position, but also with an equal amount of condescensionthat was typical of her interactions with…well, any working man or woman shecame across!

“Good sir, I shall be the one to decide where my affairs arediscussed.”

“This is not your affair, Mother,” Chastity-Claire finallyfound herself able to speak. “This affair is between Niles and myself.”

Lady Babcock cast a disdainful eye over Niles, “It certainlyalmost was…!”

Chastity-Claire set her jaw hard to prevent it from gaping, butshe knew her eyes were alight with righteous anger.

“I am a woman of age, Mother; I may decide which man Imarry!”

“Not when your choice brings shame upon our family!” hermother retorted, her chest slowly swelling in indignation. “Unless, of course,you are choosing to renounce the Babcock name?”

That irked Chastity-Claire.

She slowly tilted her head to one side, “Is that not anobjective of marrying, Mother? To give up one’s maiden name and take up that ofone’s husband?”

Her mother’s eyes flashed, and her hand gestured, “This manis a servant! He has no name!”

Chastity-Claire felt Niles let go of her hand. In a momentof unprecedented fear, she thought that perhaps he had decided that her motherwas correct, and he was intending to step away so that she might marry a manher family deemed worthier of her. Though she would never do such a thing, whenshe now knew her love to be him.

But Niles did not step away. He merely stepped forward toaddress Lady Babcock.

“If I may beg your pardon, my lady, us of the lower ordersdo also possess surnames,” he said, calm and collected in his manner. “Though Icannot fault you for believing otherwise, Your Ladyship having never stooped tospeak to any man below the rank of Duke.”

More than a whisper of a gasp, intermingled with variousnoises of amusement, went about the congregation, and Lady Babcock was deeplyaffronted.

“How dare you address me in such a fashion?!” she turnedfrantically to her husband. “Stewart! Say something!”

Chastity-Claire’s father appeared composed. However, therewas a glint of mirth dancing in his eyes.

“Do I have permission, Barbara?” he asked, cocking his headin a similar fashion to his daughter. “I only possess the rank of Lord…”

The hilarity spread further amongst the congregation,including to Noel, who barked a laugh.

And though Chastity-Claire knew her mother would have deniedpulling such an unseemly facial expression, Lady Babcock gaped.

“You cannot possibly be in agreement with Chastity-Claire’sdecision?!”

“I am, in actual fact,” Lord Babcock wandered to theirdaughter’s side, placing a gentle hand on her upper back. “Our girl has becomea woman, Barbara. She has fallen in love. And I understand completely heraversion to attending any party or ball in which Elizabeth Goodhue is present.”

Lady Babcock spun on her heel, eyes searching for her son.

“Noel,” her voice was verging on desperate. “Your father hastaken leave of his senses! Speak to him at once!”

Chastity-Claire’s brother was concealing a full look ofamusement; she had always been able to tell when he was intending on mischief andhis current countenance matched each scenario.

“Unfortunately, Mother, that will not be possible,” Noelannounced. “I also choose to uphold Chastity-Claire’s decision, and I also hateElizabeth Goodhue.”

Lady Babcock’s eyes widened, her form growing weak as shelooked as though she might faint, “You…hate…?!”

Chastity-Claire restrained herself from laughing at hermother’s behaviour. The Goodhue family were the wealthiest amongst all thelocal families. Her mother most likely still had visions of her betrothal toJames Goodhue, Elizabeth’s son. Not that such a venture would come to fruitionanymore.

Noel smiled, “Vehemently.”

“With untold fervour,” Lord Babcock agreed. He then becameapparently thoughtful, though it was clear it was feigned. “Although, “untold”is a changeable factor. A factor which might easily be changed, say, out loudand at the next function we host, to which the Goodhues are invited…?”

Silence hung in the air before his wife answered.

“You would never dare to do such a thing.”

“For my girl and her happiness, I would live the very day Idid over, tenfold,” Lord Babcock replied. “A servant for a son-in-law ispleasing compared to the embarrassment of the scandal I would cause.”

The silence returned as Lady Babcock cast her eye over thewedding party, the flush of potential humiliation staining her cheeks. It wasobvious to all that she had been defeated on the matter.

“Well. Then I fear you leave me no choice but to accept thisappalling state of affairs. Though I want it noted that I do so under protest,”she huffed her declaration. “If I were not under duress, then neither bride norbridegroom would be welcome in my home!”

She followed her statement by storming away, no doubt toreturn to the carriage from whence the Babcock family had made their journey tothe village.

“Fortunately, they are welcome in mine and we share thathome together,” her husband called after her vanishing frame, before turninghis attention to the soon-to-be-married couple. “Though the blushing bride andher groom might find it more acceptable to have their own, might they not?”

There was only one possible implication that he could bemaking in his statement.

Chastity-Claire felt her breath catch in her chest, whichshe clutched, “Father…are you suggesting that you will…?”

Her father smiled, “The family along the way from us haverelocated to the city. They are poised to sell me their house, as well as allthe surrounding land. It shall be my wedding gift to the pair of you.”

A house. A home of their own, which Chastity-Claire couldnot imagine being long empty. Herself and Niles would soon move in, and then…well,it was inevitable that children would follow! Her mother had made sure she was very well educated in what to expect, after all, and the thought of being withNiles (while also slightly intimidating) was…well, more than stimulating to her.

She beamed, “Father, I…words cannot express how grateful Iam!”

He took her free hand, matching her countenance in return, “Thinknothing of it, my Kitten.”

Niles stepped towards them both, resting his own hand overhis heart, “I feel that I must express my own thanks as well, sir. I cannotimagine how many numerous fathers would have attempted to pay me to keep awayfrom their daughter, or perhaps given me a sound thrashing.”

Lord Babcock laughed, “I would not insult any feelings hereby offering money, sir. And you will receive no thrashings from me, for as longas you keep my Chastity-Claire happy,”

“You have my word when I say that I intend to spend my lifedoing exactly that,” Niles bowed.

Chastity-Claire watched as her father considered her futurehusband, before stepping away from her and offering Niles a hand to shake.

“Then you have my blessing,” Lord Babcock said. “It iswell-deserved; not many men can claim to have stood up to my wife, and evenfewer can say that Chastity-Claire would willingly forgo all she has known andloved for them.”

Niles took the proffered hand and turned a look of adorationon his future wife, “I already count myself amongst the most fortunate of menfor that very reason, sir.”

“As well you should,” Lord Babcock grinned, grasping Niles’hand tightly before releasing it. “And please, think of me as the mostunfortunate of men – I cannot stay for my own daughter’s wedding, and must insteadface the wrath of my wife the moment I set foot off these consecrated grounds.”

“Are you certain you cannot stay, Father?” Chastity-Claire asked,disappointed at the thought of her father or brother missing the ceremony. “Thevillage inn has offered us a reception after the ceremony…”

Her father took and held her upper arms, “I would lovenothing more, my sweet, but your mother will be waiting in the carriage toleave.”

Chastity-Claire turned to her brother, “Noel?”

The man returned an unfortunate look.

“Alas, I must assist Father in appeasing Mother,” he said. “Ourpresence would only spoil the ambience.”

If it were truly possible to physically deflate, then Chastity-Clairewould have achieved it in that moment. Though she knew they were correct – her motherwould never agree to sitting through a celebration for an occasion of which shedid not approve. Her father and brother would have to mollify her, somewherefurther away than the ceremony.

Niles must have noticed her displeasure, as he came closerto her and placed his own hand upon her back.

“Then we must all have dinner together when we return,” he stated. “I may have no living relations, but I will not allow my wife tomiss celebrating with hers.”

Chastity-Claire felt the warmth of affection coming over herheart, and she leaned carefully into his half-embrace.

“You truly are a gentleman. Niles, was it?” Lord Babcockasked, slapping his future son-in-law heartily on the upper arm. “We shallarrange a meal for the day after you come home, so that you may rest from yourjourney.”

The man then took one last look at his daughter, approached,and kissed her on the cheek.

“Farewell for now, my Kitten. I could not be prouder of you,or of your decision.”

Chastity-Claire returned the kiss, “Thank you, Father.”

Noel moved closer to do the same, “Farwell, little sister.Enjoy your elopement as though it had never been interrupted!”

The couple certainly intended to. And after Lord Babcock andthe future Lord Babcock left with more wholehearted farewells, the ceremony wasresumed.

The reception at the inn might not have been full of spectacle,but it had the warmth and true jubilation Chastity-Claire often felt ballslacked. Beer and wine flowed freely, joyous laughter and music floated throughthe air, and there was a wondrous amount of enthusiastic dancing.

The bride and bridegroom tired of it long before the guestsdid – they craved some time to themselves, and were thoroughly applauded asthey excused themselves for the night.

Chastity-Claire held her husband’s arm as they walked alongthe corridor, to the room the innkeeper had insisted on giving them for thenight, with the rent already paid.

“I had once imagined my wedding would be some grand affair;flowers and ribbons, a great feast laid out, all friends and relations upstandingto make a toast,” she sighed, relaxing in the quiet and the comfort of Nilesnext to her.

Niles also sighed, though it conveyed a very differentemotion, “I am sorry that we could not have had such a ceremony.”

Chastity-Claire stopped him outside the room door, windingher arms about his neck.

“There is no reason to be,” she told him, resting herforehead against his. “I preferred the one we just had to any fantasy, my darlinghusband.”

Niles began to smirk at that, “The night is not finishedyet, my dearest wife.”

Chastity-Claire matched his expression, thinking of how onlythe night before, they had been forced by decorum into separate rooms. And nowthey would share not only a room, but a bed.

She brushed her lips close to his, “Oh, yes…the matter of myhonour…”

Niles, understanding what she wanted, caught her lips in a shortyet passionate kiss. It felt like a foretaste of what was to come.

“Might I be allowed to escort you inside?” he near whispered.

“You may,” Chastity-Claire murmured in reply.

Without so much as a muttered word, Niles lifted her intohis arms, causing Chastity-Claire to let out a soft giggle.

Her husband smiled lovingly at her, “I might not have beenable to give you the ceremony you deserve, but I can certainly bring flourishwhere possible.”

Chastity-Claire stroked his cheek with one finger, “I shallbe holding you to that promise…”

Even from the sly grin he gave to her words, she knew hewould not disappoint. And as Niles carried her over the threshold into their room,using his foot to close the door behind them both, the celebratory music andcheerful laughter carried on below.

[kalachand97-blog]

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Life in jail for crossbow murder

KITCHENER — It was a killing that taken aback the community.

Michael Gibbon, 60, turned into out for a morning stroll close to Breithaupt Park in Kitchener on Oct. 5, 2015, when he became hit through an arrow.

A passerby located him at 7 a.M. lying on a garden. The arrow, which penetrated his coronary heart, was nevertheless in his body. Gibbon died an hour later in a medical institution.

The killing sparked lockdowns in nearby colleges. On the time, Waterloo Regional Police Chief Bryan Larkin stated there was a hazard to public protection.

Eric Amaral became arrested on Oct. 13 after capturing Det. Const. Doug Buckley in the face with an air pistol, however, it wasn’t till a week later that he turned into charged with Gibbon’s murder.

“What’s most traumatic approximately this case is a complete loss of any purpose for the taking of a human Existence,” Justice Gerry Taylor said on Thursday.

“I can’t assist but conclude that Michael Gibbon’s Life became taken because Eric Amaral desired to do a little goal practice along with his crossbow — goal practice the use of a stay goal. I find this to be surprising.”

Amaral, 30, pleaded guilty to 2nd-degree homicide and become sentenced to Life in jail with out a chance of parole for 14 years.

The Kitchener man admitted he changed into in the bush of Breithaupt Park taking pictures at objectives with his crossbow whilst he noticed Gibbon walking on the sidewalk. Amaral got down on one knee and fired.

“The bolt went properly via his coronary heart and lung and was protruding out of his chest,” Crown prosecutor Jane Young stated.

Amaral had in no way met Gibbon.

“It become a senseless, brutal and cowardly attack on a stranger,” Younger stated. “there has been really no reason.”

Gibbon, who become single and lived by myself, turned into described via own family contributors as witty, quiet and mild. He turned into the youngest of 5 siblings and had been an established employee of Gore Mutual Coverage Co. In Cambridge. He became nearing retirement.

“What had been you wondering, Mr. Amaral?” Gibbon’s sister, Patricia Boxwell, stated in a victim effect declaration she read out loud. “What turned into happening for your evil thoughts? To the cease of our days, we can never know.”

Any other sister, Sandra Watts, commented on the “awful way” Gibbon died. He changed into still conscious whilst a man strolling his canine spotted him. Gibbon repeatedly said “I am first-class” and “it hurts.”

On the medical institution, medical doctors and nurses made a valiant try and save Gibbon, but he changed into said lifelessly at 8 a.M.

“It makes us unwell simply searching at you,” Watts informed Amaral in court. “I’ve never hated absolutely everyone in my Lifestyles as I do now.”

Calling the murder a “bloodless-blooded act of aggression,” Another sister, Linda Leinweber, wrote in her announcement that she will never forgive Amaral. The killer wiped away tears as Leinweber’s statement changed into study aloud by Crown prosecutor Stephanie Marple.

Amaral had previously labored in factories and in production but was unemployed On the time of the murder. He had previously served ninety days in jail for assault with a weapon and, when he killed Gibbon, turned into beneath three courtroom orders prohibiting him from proudly owning guns.

within the days before the homicide, Amaral seemed to spend a maximum of his time gambling video games, neighbors stated.

“I simply need to actually express regret for the loss of life of Michael Gibbon, to the family, to the courts and to Const. Buckley,” Amaral informed the decide. “Nothing I say can change the loss of life of Michael Gibbon. Sorry, your honour.”

Amaral sat within the prisoner’s box in leg irons. He had a goatee and wore an extended sleeve shirt and get dressed pants.

Younger credited Waterloo Nearby Police for an intensive investigation. They learned the bolt (an arrow used for a crossbow) that killed Gibbon become offered at Shooter’s Preference in Waterloo. They gathered surveillance video of Amaral shopping for one.

when police phoned Amaral on Oct. 13, he promised to return to the station. As an alternative, surveillance stuck him using behind the Shell gasoline station on Victoria Avenue North and throwing a large object, wrapped in a blanket, in a garbage bin. It became out to be the crossbow.

Amaral then got on Toll road 401 and drove east.

“It is believed that Amaral become fleeing the jurisdiction and possibly heading to an airport or border,” Younger stated.

but he exited on Motorway 24 in Cambridge and then doubled again to the 401 and again to Kitchener. He had left his passport at domestic.

Police moved in to arrest him. Buckley, using a forensic identification van, spotted Amaral’s black Pontiac Pursuit at 5 p.M. In sluggish rush-hour traffic on Ottawa Avenue. near Nyberg Road, Buckley were given out and directed him to pull over.

“Amaral shook his head to signify no and commenced to move his car ahead,” Younger stated.

Amaral then lowered his window and pointed what gave the look of a handgun at Buckley. Amaral fired, hitting him in the face and hand. Buckley shot as soon as but overlooked.

Amaral then pointed the pellet gun at his own head and then at Buckley.

A tow-truck driver had positioned his car in front of Amaral’s vehicle to save you him for riding off. The tow truck then rammed his vehicle, startling Amaral, who exited and turned into arrested.

Younger said Amaral had was hoping the police would kill him. The choose said he found that “stressful.”

“The trauma that would be experienced by means of Const. Buckley had the plan proved a hit is really unimaginable,” Taylor said.

Buckley wrote in a sufferer impact statement he had in no way envisioned having to hearth at Every other person. while Amaral shot him, Buckley idea it was a actual firearm and thought he was going to die. He wasn’t seriously injured.

Amaral’s DNA became observed close to the cause of the crossbow he tossed into the rubbish bin. In his house at 352 Edwin St., police located a Molotov cocktail. On his smartphone, police found he had searched “murders in The us,” “Columbine” and “Botulinum toxin.”

On Oct. 20, 2015, he turned into charged with first-degree homicide.

Amaral’s 14-12 months parole ineligibility length changed into mutually encouraged by the prosecution and his defence attorney, Brennan Smart. The decide mentioned Amaral won’t routinely be released after 14 years. It most effective means he could get parole then.

Amaral also faces a lifetime guns ban and was ordered to give a DNA pattern.

For capturing Buckley, Amaral changed into sentenced to two years in prison, to be served At the identical time as the murder sentence.

Gibbon spent his complete Existence in Kitchener. He lived on Guelph Road, approximately 500 metres from the spot where he turned into hit with the aid of the arrow.

“Michael has been defined as a lovely individual, smart, compassionate and a man of insatiable interest,” Younger said. “From all bills, he turned into a completely best guy and had no enemies. He labored the night shift and enjoyed strolling inside the neighbourhood.”

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