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this is a general horror opinion and i'm fully prepared to get eaten alive for this, but i think a.ri a.ster is incredibly overrated. i don't care for hereditary, and midsommar was .... fine. i waited five years to watch it and tbh? it did not live up to the hype. i was disappointed.
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@medicbled .. idk what else to say but fucking incredible. war/combat themed muses my beloved, &. such a good female oc with such deep rooted love &. emotion put in.
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even if i'm slow, i am mostly consistent with threads / characters / dynamics when i start them. i also feel like i'm pretty fun &. easy to get along with.
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Even though most didn't remember him, it was true that Dinah's father had roamed the police station place for a few years before becoming a private detective. Years later, it had been Dinah's dream to wear the uniform as well. But alas, things had gone another way.
The place had not changed really, smelling a mix of dust and bloog, along with a fragrance of rot. The joys of the inmates. Of course when she stepped in and walked past a few desks, bad guys and cops stopped to watch her. A whistle echoed from one of the cells as well.
She barely knocked on the door then, directly sat on the edge of the desk with a grin, "Commissioner Gordon. I believe you're my date tonight."
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βOhhhh, look atΒ you!βΒ Clara has no regard for the crime scene insideβ she pays attention, instead, to the whining dog leashed in the yard. There are complaints already about her being there, but they know thereβs no getting rid of herβ and at least sheβs not messing with evidence.
Mostly. She has no idea if the dog counts as evidence, but if he does, sheβs definitely interfering. Clara coos and ruffles its ears, then checks the collarβΒ Atlas.
βHello, Atlas.β The dog is much calmer now, no whining and straining at the leash. Clara grins and looks up at the Commissioner, whoβs made his way over. βSee? I can help. Iβm helpful. Look how helpful I am.β
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"watching the world from the sidelines, I had nothing to prove. until you came into my life & gave me something to lose. "
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Rain outside β even through the cement walls Mary can hear it, pounding against the roof, the windows, the pavement. She runs her hands through her hair, fingertips probing the sore spot where an over-excited cop had ripped out a ribbon during processing; sitting in the furthest corner of the holding cell, the wall presses cold and rough against her knees.
"Come to visit li'l ol' me," she says, raising her voice only slightly to be heard across the space. Overhead, just-just-just ekeing past the rumble of the storm, trails down the murmur of voices, of clatter, coming from the GCPD bullpen.
A fresh anger swells in her throat β that of the caged animal, pacing the bars of its cage.
"Go on. Ask your questions. And then I can tell you to fuck off before Arkham shows up."
