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coffeelsprings · 9 months
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>:3
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ssaraexposs · 1 month
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They literally invented the "BE GAY, DO CRIMES"
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guys i’m bored who wants to go commit arson with me??
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a-wondering-thought · 3 months
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Now im not saying i would ever be an arsonist but im not not saying that sometimes i want to set a building on fire and watch as the flames grow and flicker around me and hear the flames start to roar and turn different colours as i watch mesmerized by them and they inch closer but still i dont really notice because how can something this beautiful be so deadly and if i do its too late and as the fire catches on to my clothes i look up at the sky and wonder for the last time..
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the-great-bonkings · 3 months
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The characters from the Moomins represent the seven deadly sins:
Pride: little My
Greed: little My
Envy: little My
Gluttony: little My
Sloth: little My
Wrath: little My
Lust: Snufkin
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iamaqueerbitch · 3 months
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I have a bit of advice for y'all
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mrfisherot · 5 months
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curseofsylvia · 1 year
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a-mushroom-wizard · 6 months
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ARSON TIME!
@wizardgoblin @aphroditesanxiety they who shall remain anonymous(@verylegalwizard) @dead-immortal @tax-fraud-wizard @ray-of-midnight-storm
*sets out a bunch of firelighting equipment (flint and steel, firewood, cotton wool, birch bark etc) and also documents from the wizard council* LETS GO EVERYONE! BURN WHAT YOU WANT!
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flevrry · 9 months
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taehyung, trips and lands into jungkook's lap
taehyung: oh i'm so sorry
jungkook: no it's okay
taehyung, snuggling into jungkook's chest
taehyung: i'm soooo clumsy
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"Move closer, you're not in the frame."
"Toralei, the car is ON FIRE-"
Basically one of Jackson and Toralei's weekly shenanigans
Meme source: The End of the F**cking World | Netflix
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Non-violence ONLY WORKS when your opponent has a conscience. The United States government has no
conscience.
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darthpastry · 4 months
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Why do people think Michael Afton smoked? You hand that man a lighter and he sets a building on fire.
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They were out of happy meals
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riddlesknot · 8 months
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Weak | part two
Masterlist
Part one Part two
Summary: Secrets are revealed as you're interrogated for your father's death.
Type: angst, with fluff at the end.
Pairing: former Emily prentiss x reader, daughter x reader.
Word Count: 1000+
Warning: mentions of death, interrogation, physical abuse.
A/n : I'm actually not sure about this one. Hope you like it though.
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It wasn’t long before the policemen came back into the room that you lifted your head up. “The FBI has been informed about your arrest,” the man informed before he sat on the other side of the interrogation table. “they’ll be here in a couple of hours.”
You didn’t say anything just simply hummed in acknowledgement. “Why did you do it?” he asked after a few moments of silence. You shook your head, tapping your fingers on the desk.
“I didn’t, “you responded as the mans lips pulled down into a frown. “I had just arrived when you arrested me,” you lied. You knew they had no evidence of you being inside the house. There had been no witnesses that have come forth, and in the small neighbourhood you grew up in, there were no security cameras.
You sat up in your chair as the man opened a folder, the one with the pictures of damage. That was when you figured it out. A few hours? You only live half an hour away from the precinct. He was lying, the slight sweat that gathered around the top of his forehead, the bouncing of his leg. So, you decided to play along. “This is the damage caused to your childhood home, “he slipped one photo onto the table in front of you, knowing you had to play this right, and you frowned. “The remains of your father, “he slipped another photo over in front of you once again. You knew that your co-workers were most likely profiling you, so you did what any wrongly accused suspect did and looked away.
“Surely you’ve seen worse?” the detective asked as he caught the movement.
You shook your head before swallowing. “None of them were my family,“ you responded. If you are being honest, you wouldn’t even count your father as family. “I didn’t do this,“ you expressed the right amount of emotion into your tone. It wasn’t overly emotional that it was suspicious, but it wasn’t under either. It was perfect.
As if hearing a voice talk into his ear the officer stood, “people from your neighbourhood have collectively come forth and contributed what they know about your childhood,” the officer informed as he rounded the table in order to get closer. He was trying to get you to break. You knew all about the different interrogation tactics. “Your father would hit you, wouldn’t he?” the officer asked. In response, you clenched your jaw and tightly gripped the desk.
“You have no right,” you growled as you glared at the officer dangerously. “You know nothing about me.”
The officer clicked his tongue with a smirk, “Did I hit a nerve?” he taunted as your breathing got heavier and your fists clenched as you looked away from him. “What about this? Your mother’s death wasn’t an accident, was it?” Your head snapped back to the officer as you violently thrashed at the officer.
“You don’t know anything!” you screamed as your wrists dug into your cuffs drawing blood, “She was good, “your voice broke as you uttered those words, “she was good,” you repeated as your voice got quieter and your eyes closed.
“Was she? Or was she like your father?” the detective pressed as he leant his face into yours, opting for a reaction. Instead of giving him a vocal reaction, you simply opened your eyes as you spat in his face.
Your glare got more vicious as he wiped your spit off of his face with a chuckle. “I want my call “you concluded as you looked up at the detective with a stoic face. “You can’t deny me my rights.” You reminded me as you saw the detective hesitate.
“Fine, one call,” the detective reluctantly agreed, grabbing a phone from his pocket and setting it down in front of you before walking out of the room.
Picking up the phone with shaky hands, you sighed as you dialled the number. “Hello?” The voice came from the other end of the phone line.
“Hey, I’m so sorry, but I’m going to need you to pick her up again,” you explained into the phone, “Please,” you begged as the person sighed on the other end.
“She’s your daughter, and you barely have time to pick her up?” the person criticised as you wiped a hand over your face. “Why can’t you?” they asked.
“I’m getting questioned for my father’s death,” you admitted. There was a pause before they agreed.
“After I pick her up, I’m coming to get you,” they grumbled. You quickly thanked them before hanging up.
You could hear faint conversation outside the door before it burst open, “You have a daughter?” it was JJ, of course it was. She looked hurt, angry, and confused.
“I thought you weren’t going to be here for another couple of hours?” you mumbled lazily, lifting your eyebrow. Shaking your head, you ignored her question.
“How? How long?” JJ queried as she stalked towards you. When you didn’t answer, she smacked the table, and a loud smack echoed through the room, causing you to flinch slowly.
Looking into her wild eyes, you leaned forward, “she’s not her’s,” Your voice was confident as you told her the piece of information that had been eating you up from the inside.
“Who’s is it?” she swallowed after a second of silence. You didn’t say anything but look away.
“Mine, that’s all that matters, “you responded as you rolled you eyes, you pursed your lips together.
JJ scowled at your vague answer before huffing. “Before or after?” she asked calmly as she stood up straight, looking down at you.
“After, I would never hurt her,” you snapped. The blood around your handcuffs had since dried as you held your hands up. “Please, take them off,” you pleaded as you looked into her eyes.
“No,” she declared, your eyes narrowed as they hardened. “You’re dangerous,” she concluded as you licked your lips staring at her quietly.
More yelling came from outside the door before it burst open once more. There stood your best friend and your daughter. Your daughter ran into the room at the sight of you and climbed into your lap. You kissed her forehead as she wrapped her arms around your neck. “You have no reason to question my client if there is no evidence,” your best friend spoke as she looked at JJ.
“Hey baby, how was school?” You questioned your daughter, smiling at the way her eyes lit up at your question.
“Good, we played tag, and I won, “she declared as you let out a tiny chuckle at her enthusiasm.
It wasn’t long before you were let out of your cuffs. There was no viable evidence that suggested you committed the murder meaning they had nothing to hold against you.
“Thank you,” you murmured to your best friend as you walked to the car with you daughters’ small hand barely gripping onto yours. She didn’t response just merely nodded. And as you looked down at your daughter you saw everything that you weren’t. Innocent, kind, happy, strong, and so full of life.
@ctrlamira @bluecandycake @sleep-deprived-athlete
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