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“You’re dripping blood on the carpet.” “When I said scars are kinda sexy, I didn’t mean you should get one right away…” “Press that against the wound, I’m going to get the med kit.” “It’s bleeding quite badly.” “Oh God, what happened to you?!” “You’re covered in blood! Is it yours?” “Your head looks pretty bad. I’m sure it’ll need stitches.” “It’s going to hurt for a moment, but I’ll need to clean the wound.” “I’m so sorry this happened to you. But you’re safe now.” “That’s a pretty nasty bruise. Want some ice?” “Does it still hurt?” “I don’t think a band aid is gonna fix this…” “Whoa, hey, stay with me! You’re as white as a ghost. Don’t pass out.” “Damn, that must hurt. I’m sure there are some painkillers around here.” “You have to be seen by a doctor. This isn’t going to heal on its own.” “It looks broken. Can you move it at all?” “Here, lean on me. I’ll support you.” “I’m not going to leave you behind. If need be, I’ll carry you.” “I’m going to pick you up now, okay? Just hold on to me.” “Everything is going to be okay. Just hang in there.”

Step 1:

“You.”

“Me,” the criminal said, spreading their arms. “If you’re that surprised, you’ve got significantly worse at your job since I last checked.”

The detective’s eyes narrowed at that - but, well, it was probably true. Ever since their partner had betrayed them and decided causing crimes was more lucrative than solving them, things hadn’t been so great. The balance wasn’t there. They had no one to watch their back anymore. No one to bounce ideas off. 

No one like them. 

Seeing their former partner again was like getting punched in the face. 

The detective had solved a lot of crimes since the two of them had split, so to speak. Unending cups of coffee, burning vengeance and a crater in one’s gut to fill could do that. 

The criminal’s eyes flickered, gaze roaming over them. 

The detective could well imagine the way they were deducing, slotting clues together. The detective wasn’t exactly a mystery wrapped in an enigma tied together in a riddle. Even in the dim light, the new gauntness of their face had to be obvious. Just as obvious as the exhaustion, the slight sway in their stance, the hair going greasy. 

The criminal, on the other hand, looked as gorgeous as ever. Of course they did. They hadn’t grown haggard, they’d grown sleek. Like a predator that had lost the baby fat of pretending to be all soft and cuddly and nice.

“You look terrible,” the criminal said. “My reports said you weren’t doing so great, but - jesus.”

The detective snarled, and lunged. No it probably wasn’t proper, and no they hadn’t called back up, but - seeing them! 

The criminal twisted, another shadow in the night. 

The detective grunted in pain as they hit the wall, face first, their former partner’s body pressed up against their spine. The criminal pinned the detective’s wrists to the hard brick of the warehouse dock. 

“When was the last time you slept?” the criminal demanded. “Because I know you’re better than this. That punch was downright sloppy.”

Worse, it didn’t sound all suave and mocking. It sounded concerned. The detective would have preferred them to be scathing. Something that didn’t make their heart ache, because it wasn’t like they could still be -

Everything. 

Partners.

The detective had never said it, but in the long nights of cases and stake-outs, in brushed fingers and adrenaline traded grins, they’d thought there was something. They’d felt something. They were an idiot. 

“Not your business,” the detective said. “Not anymore.”

“I didn’t do this to hurt you.”

“You didn’t imagine betrayal would hurt?”

The criminal’s grip flexed on them, tightening when the detective took the opportunity to struggle. The detective managed to push back, to whip around, only to be slammed back in the wall again. That time, they felt the cold press of a knife against their throat. 

The detective froze.

“Your brain always did go a bit too fast for your own good,” the criminal murmured. “Great with the tiny details, bit crap with the big picture. I came to check on you.”

“Then you’re dumb, and going to get caught!”

“That’s what you want, right?”

The question caught the detective off guard, it winded them. They opened their mouth to say yes, only to flounder. They’d wanted to find the criminal, they knew that. Their former partner was a fraud, con artist and thief. But they had been the detective’s partner, once. Even with everything it was difficult to relish the thought of the criminal rotting behind bars, where they would no doubt be quietly murdered given how many of the other inmates they had caught once upon a time.  

A smile curled the criminal’s face. 

“You know,” the criminal said. “Money is the most important thing in the world these days, it’s the ticket to anything you might. But you come a close second.”

“Turn yourself in then,” the detective rasped. “Do the right thing.”

“I did say second.” The criminal continued to appraise them for a moment, moving the knife to tip the detective’s face into a better angle to catch the light. “You could stop chasing me. I could set you up nicely.”

“I’m not like you.”

“No,” the criminal agreed. “I’m less inclined to self destruction. Still, I had to offer. For old time’s sake.”

The detective snarled again, but the criminal didn’t seem bothered.

“A chase then,” the criminal continued, softly, almost to themselves. “But, first.” They reached for the detective’s handcuffs. “You should get some sleep.”

They awoke in a hotel, alone, the room paid for in cash. 

No once could say who they’d entered with. There was no security footage. No clues whatsoever.  They also felt damnably better after getting a good night’s rest with someone to keep guard. That definitely felt like a taunt, of some kind.

So, they chased. It was only a matter of time until they caught up again.

In historical fiction it is important to be accurate and the only way to do so is to research the era. What is highly recommended by many writers is to write your story first. While writing your story, mark the parts that you’re not sure are correct and then do the research after you are done. This is to prevent you from doing unnecessary research that may not be relevant to your work. You want to spend your time wisely! Or you can just research as you go, it’s really whatever works for you since there isn’t a “wrong” way to research.

To begin, the Victorian era of the British history (and that of the British Empire) formally begins in 1837, which was the year Victoria became Queen and ends in 1901 – the year of her death. It was a long period of peace, prosperity, refined sensibilities and national self-confidence for Britain. Some scholars date the beginning of the period in terms of sensibilities and political concerns to the passage of the Reform Act 1832. [1]

Names

1000 Most Popular Victorian Names

Victorian Era Names, A Writer’s Guide

Victorian Darlings - British Baby Names

Society & Life

Victorian Society

The Victorians: Life and Death

The Victorian Working Life

A Woman’s Place in 19th Century Victorian History

Victorian Occupations: Life and Labor in the Victorian Period

Flirting and Courting Rituals of The Victorian Era

Victorian Working Women

Victorian Life

Glimpses of Victorian Life

Victorian Rituals & Traditions

Victorian Etiquette

Etiquette, Manners and Morals

Almanac - Etiquette and Manners Victorian Era

Victorian Britain - Children at Work

Children in the Victorian Age

Collège Sainte-Barbe - Children in the Victorian Age

University of Victoria - Victorian Childhood

Museum of London - What Was Life Like for Children?

Victoria and Albert Museum - Victorian Children (PDF)

University of Strathclyde - Victorian Children

Daily Life in the Victorian Era

How the Mid-Victorians Worked, Ate and Died

How did the Victorians mourn?

The House of Mourning - Victorian Mourning & Funeral Customs in the 1890s

Ideals of Womanhood in Victorian Britain

Etiquette of a Victorian Lady

Going to School in Victorian Times

History of Working Class Mothers in Victorian England

Life of the Victorian Woman

The Working Class and The Poor

Victorian Women’s Work

Needlework, Knitting and Crohet

Victorian Etiquette - Births and Christenings

Victorian Ballroom Dancing Etiquette

Ballroom Manners and Etiquette

How Prudish were the Victorians really?

Gresham College - The Victorians: Gender and Sexuality

Victorian and Albert Museum - Sex & Sexuality in the 19th Century

Why were the Victorians so crazy about public spaces, like parks?

Victorian Homes and Gardens

The Shops and Shopkeepers

Victorian Christmas

The History of British Winters

Top Ten Pet Peeves, or Horse-Related Mistakes to Avoid in your Story

Marriage in the Victorian Era

Victorian Wedding Guide

Husbands and Wives in the Victorian Era

Victorian Technology

History - Victorian Technology

Gresham College - The Victorians: Religion and Science

Household Management and Servants of the Victorian Era

BBC News - Servants: A Life below Stairs

Life as a Servant in Victorian England

What Servants would you find in a Victorian household?

The Servant’s Quarters in 19th Century Houses Like Downton Abbey

Victorian Domestic Servant  Hierarchy and Wages

Australian National University - The Victorian Merchant-Elite and the Chinese Question (PDF)

Project MUSE - The Chinese in Britain, 1800-Present: Economy, Transnationalism, Identity

Untold London - The Chinese In Limehouse 1900 - 1940

JSTOR - The Journal of Negro History: Black Ideals of Womanhood in the Late Victorian Era

H‑Net: Humanities and Social Sciences Online - Black Victorians

Wikipedia - Black British

History Today - Black People in Britain: The Eighteenth Century

University College London - Black Londoners 1800-1900

The Guardian - The Black Victorians: Astonishing Portraits Unseen for 120 Years

BBC News - Short History of Immigration: The 1800s

Commerce

British Money

Wages and Cost of Living in the Victorian Era

Pricing and Money

Victorian Money

Cost of Living in Victorian England

How Much Is That - Calculating Prices Throughout the Years

Entertainment & Food

Victorian Menu - Cooking and Recipes

A Time Traveler’s Guide to Victorian Era Tea Etiquette (PDF)

The Victorian Pantry

Victorian Era Food Recipes

Victorians Food Facts - Cookbook

Food, Recipes and Tea

Victorian Tea Time Recipes - Sandwich and Cheese Straws

Victorian Era Recipes

Victorian Food, Party & Recipes

Victorian Dinner Parties

19th Century Food and Drink

Victorian Cooking: Upperclass Dinner

eHow - Weekly Meals Eaten in the Victorian Era

Victorian Dinner Parties

What did the Victorians have for breakfast?

Victorian Ladies Who Lunch, Or: Luncheon Places and Tea Rooms for Ladies

History Magazine - What Time is Dinner?

What the Poor Ate

The Arts in Victorian Britain

Victorian Art, Literature and Music 

Music, Theater, and Popular Entertainment in Victorian Britain

Victorian Entertainments - We Are Amused

19th Century Hobbies and Daily Activities

Victorian Pastimes and Sports

Victorian Fun and Games & Other Pastimes

19th Century British and Irish Authors

Gresham College - The Victorians: Art and Culture

What is up with the depictions of half naked Victorian era women fencing in artworks?

Hygiene, Health & Medicine

Health and Hygiene in the Nineteenth Century

Victorian Diseases and Medicine

Health & Medicine in the 19th Century

19th Century Diseases

Victorian Health

Five Horrible Diseases You Might Have Caught in Victorian England

Alcohol and Alcoholism in Victorian England

A Look Back at Old-Time Medicines

Victorian London’s Drug Culture

Victorian - Medical Breakthroughs

Victorian Hospitals

Victorian - Baths and Washhouses

Medicine and Health in Victorian Times

The Victorian Revolution in Surgery

Victorian Science and Medicine

Victorian Health and Medicine

Women’s Health

Questions about Victorian Women Menstruation

Victorian View on Menstruation

Reusable Menstrual Products

Childbirth and Birth Control in the 19th Century

British Maternal Mortality in the 19th and early 20th Centuries

The Historical Horror of Childbirth

Contraception: Past, Present and Future Factsheet

History of Contraception in America, 19th Century Artifacts

UCLA School of Public Health - Anesthesia and Queen Victoria

Science Museum - John Snow (1813-58)

Science Museum - Chloroform

University of Liverpool - The Demography of Victorian England and Wales (PDF)

Gresham College - The Victorians: Life and Death

Colton History Society - Village History in Staffordshire, England (Victorian Health)

fuckyeahcharacterdevelopment -  Do you have anything about an asthmatic in the Victorian era?

Science Museum - Nerve Tonics

The Pennington Edition - Victorian Remedies

Fashion

Dressing the Victorian Woman

Victorian Hats

Victorian Jewelry

Victorian Hairstyles & Headdresses

Hair of the Nineteenth Century

How to Dress for Travel in 1852

Victorian Men’s Clothing

How to Dress Like a Victorian Man from the 1860s

How to Dress Victorian

Victorian Era Fashion

Royal Fashion

Victorian Fashion

Boy’s 1860s Fashions

Dressing the Victorian Girl of the 1890s

Victoria’s Real Secret – The Victorians Knew Underwear

How to Undress a Victorian Lady in Your Next Historical Romance

Early Victorian Undergarments; Part 1, luxurious silk hose, colorful stockings, & socks

Early Victorian Undergarments; Part 2, Chemises and camisoles

Early Victorian Undergarments; Part 3, Pantalettes, pantalets, drawers, and bloomers

Victorian Ladies Shoes & Boots

Victorian Swimwear

Victorian Men and Woman Swim Wear

Dialogue

Victorian Language

The Language of Flowers

Victorian London - Words and Expressions

A Dictionary of Victorian Slang (1909)

Victorian Slang

19th Century Swears

Victorian Slang - Lower Class and Underworld

Cliches and Saying of the Victorian Era

The Dictionary of Victorian London

Justice & Crimes

How Safe Was Victorian London?

Crime and the Victorian Household

Danger inside the Train: Crime on Victorian Railways

Railway Mania

How Widespread Were Concerns About Prostitution?

Fallen Women

The Great Social Evil: Victorian Prostitution

University of Massachusetts at Boston - The Great Social Evil: Victorian Prostitution

BBC History - Child Prostitutes: How the age of consent was raised to 16

University of Minnesota - Victorian Era: There are Two Kinds of Women…

University of London - The Real Rippers Street: Pathology, Policing, and Prostitution in Victorian London

University of Brighton - The Fetishization and Objectification of the Female Body in Victorian Culture

University of Missouri–Kansas City School of Law - Homosexuality and the Law in England

Sexual Violence in Nineteenth Century England

Victorian Poisoners

Crime and the Victorians

Victorian Crime

Victorian Crime & Punishment

Victorian Women Criminals’ Records Show Harsh Justice of 19th Century

Sentences and Punishments

Types of Punishments - Hanging

Types of Punishments - Imprisonment

Victorian Children in Trouble with the Law

Child Prisoners in Victorian Times

Victorian Crime

Victorian-era Serial Killers

The Development of a Police Force

The Metropolitan Police

A Work-Life History of Policemen in Victorian and Edwardian England (PDF)

How The Victorians Cracked Crime

Tracking a 19th-Century Serial Killer

(  enemies  to  lovers?  slow  burns?  say  no  more.  various  sentence  starters  for  all  your  hero  x  villain  ship  needs.  )

❛ i could keep you safe. they’re all afraid of me. ❜

❛ you can’t do this for me. i won’t let you. ❜

❛ it’s not for you. it’s not a favor. it’s the cruelest thing i could do. ❜

❛ i warn you. i’ll break your heart. ❜

❛ i know you better than you know yourself. ❜

❛ i’m replaceable. you’re not. ❜

❛ i hope to be the one you break your rules for. ❜

❛ why am i so fascinated by you? ❜

❛ when i watch the world burn, all i think about is you. ❜

❛ your hands are scarred from murder, and yet i trust them completely. ❜

❛ whatever you do. you’re still my family. ❜

❛ we could be the greatest team the world has ever seen. ❜

❛ how many times are we going to keep meeting like this? ❜

❛ i just wish i could protect you from everything. ❜

❛ enemies make the best lovers, you know. ❜

❛ sleep. i’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you. ❜

❛ you know, they’re going to use the things you love against you. ❜

❛ truth is, i didn’t expect to get this attached to you. ❜

❛ you frustrate me incredibly. ❜

❛ love me like my demons do. ❜

❛ thinking of you is a poison i drink often. ❜

❛ please don’t make me do this. ❜

❛ don’t do anything stupid until i get back. ❜

❛ you protect what you love. ❜

❛ my heart scares you and a gun doesn’t? ❜

❛ you bandaged my wound with one hand, and held a knife in the other. ❜

❛ you save everyone, but who saves you? ❜

❛ you kill me and you accomplish nothing. your world as you know it will end. ❜

❛ all we do together is make love or fight. ❜

❛ i love the way your eyes light up when someone says ‘it might be dangerous’. ❜

❛ when is a monster not a monster? when you love it. ❜

❛ it’s pathetic really, how much i hope it’s me and you in the end. ❜

❛ you were right. you break everything you touch. ❜

❛ i would destroy myself to fix you. ❜

❛ i’m not going to kill you. you don’t deserve that. ❜

❛ that’s how you want me, isn’t it? desperate, jealous, and willing to kill for you. ❜

❛ i’m sorry you’re afraid of being alone. ❜

❛ they made you into a weapon, and told you to find peace. ❜

❛ i wasn’t there for you when you needed me, and i’m sorry. ❜

❛ ‘all right’ is not a term anyone would use to describe you. ❜

❛ just like old times, huh? ❜

❛ then we fight. together. ❜

❛ oh, i’ve missed this! ❜

❛ i know you. you’re me. ❜

❛ i’ve seen who you are under the mask. ❜

❛ i should kill you. why can’t i kill you?! ❜

❛ i don’t know what i’d do if they hurt you. and that terrifies me. ❜

❛ the world doesn’t need someone like you. the world needs you. ❜

❛ bullet wounds don’t just miraculously heal overnight. ❜

❛ you were fighting to survive. i was fighting to win. ❜

❛ i wasn’t a person to you, i was a weapon, and you needed me to work. ❜

❛ you’re pulling your punches. ❜

❛ i wish things were different between us. ❜

❛ don’t scare me like that. i thought i lost you. ❜

❛ don’t you die on me. ❜

❛ you’re so bad at this. it’s cute. ❜

❛ they don’t know you like i know you. ❜

❛ i broke my rules for you. doesn’t that mean anything? ❜

❛ do you think i’d let anything happen to you? ❜

Heres a not so friendly reminder, as an lgbt metis person, i dont give a single fuck what your blog is themed or if this is too painful for you to look at. Reblog this post. Reblog this post with the sources of the 751 children who were found.

Your compliance and silence as well as the compliance and silence of your ancestors is what allowed these schools to open and kill first nations children. The children of MY people.

Dont follow me if you cant reblog this post or the one with sources to your political blog or your most popular blog. Add trigger warnings if you must but if your political blog is only focused on the harms you personally face like being lgbt then you need to see some bigger pictures and stop being afraid of angering your racist mutural or actually saying some shit about racism. If you can reblog some antifa graphics or add blm to your bio to be a surface level ally, you can reblog some sources on the genocide first nations people faced and still face today.

They were CHILDREN.

I’d like to add this photo I took last night in Victoria of the statue of Captain Cook. Though I myself am not indigenous, I 100% agree that these murderers, kidnappers and rapists shouldn’t have huge statues and plaques that decorate them and say how “great” they were.

Here’s another photo of the legislative assembly from yesterday. Later on there were more items, candles and signs at the memorial, as well as a big poster with 1505 painted on it but I didn’t get a picture

People need to see this. Not just quickly glance at the photos and keep on scrolling. They need to see this.

I went to a “Cancel Canada Day” event and burst into tears - not because I was surprised to learn of the unmarked graves (survivors told us they were there. Our government pushed it aside, and we let them), but because seeing all the people gathered in mourning drove it home: They. Were. Children.

This is my country’s legacy - and it’s not history. The last schools closed during my lifetime. My Father went to school with students who lived at the local residential school, after it was changed to a boarding house (read: holding centre) for indigenous youth who went to local schools.