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❝ I try to stay optimistic even though things seem to be getting a little sticky. ❞

     She has lied to someone that she truly had come to care about.  Diego listens to her, to her worries, knowing she had so much on she wasn’t telling him, not because she didn’t trust him, but because she thought those burdens were just her own. 

“....the fact that you still manage to stay so positive speaks a lot about the kind of person you are, Patch... ���The world could learn a great deal about that.

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❝ If it’s too big you can just wear it as a sleep-shirt. ❞

  He smiles, amused, but he takes the offered shirt anyway, as he muses. 

“Why is wearing nothing never an option...”

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The young forensic scientist could literally feel the icy gaze from the other man. He shifted once more as he placed his report on Detective Patch's desk. He just wanted to dash out of the room, but that would only give away his secret. Instead, he opted to exit the department floor and get back to his lab as quickly as a normal would. The voice behind him, cause the speedster to freeze. "There something you need Hargreeve?"

      Diego had not been planning to end up there, chasing someone in the commissary to ask for a favor, but here he was. The case was important, and he was sure he was up to something with all this. Like a sixth sense, like another one of his skills. 

      “listen... I kind of need a favor from you. A file.. there’s a guy called Ronald Murdock... have you got any info about him?” the guy was a pearl. Sure there should be mounds of information about him. 

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I somehow forgot to post diego!

instagram.com/joshculpart

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when ur brother comes back in time and calls you dumb

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“ if you can’t be happy, at least you can be drunk. ”

“..that sounds like something that Klaus would say.”

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“ are you flirting or starting a fight ? ” - From Quinn

“ a man can do both “

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You are worth every word of love. Worth every good deed, worth every smile, every tear of joy. You are worth the suns rays and the warm air, you are worth the happiness and the laughter. You are worth everything good and beautiful. You are anything but worthless.

but isn’t it nice to come back to this

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*guess who's back starts playing* 

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So my laptop had finally done the thing and actually died. KO, Kaput, gone.

I’ve ordered a new one and I will hopefully get it between the 16-18 if I’m not being lied to.

sorry for the absence on the meantime guys 💔

You can find me on discord for plotting and all that, and very sporadically here from my phone if you wanna throw in an ask! Stay rebellious lil starpuffs🖤

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David Castañeda for Mood Magazine (2019).

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avexismagic‌:

“He definitely likes you. And you’re good with him.” She observed with a pleasant smile. Usually she was also much more hesitant about interacting with strangers and the large dog send her a look and silent message of reassurance. Apparently this man was no threat and that made Vex’s shoulders relax a bit and she nods at the question, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. 

“Yeah, sometimes. I work at a really small vet clinic not too far from here. Titus was brought in and…left.” She hated using the word abandoned around the dog, even if the word rang true. Her own small hand reached down to comfortingly pat his head, pausing briefly when her finger tips brushed Diego’s. 

Recoiling quickly as a blush spreads on high cheekbones, Vex clears her throat before continuing. “I’m just taking care of him for now, trying to get him used to people. Sorry, I didn’t catch your name?” 

        He hadn’t said it, but that was the way polite people asked for it, wasn’t it?“ Diego.” He strokes Titus’ ears a little bit more, listening to hear speak, a vet clinic? There was only one he knew of in that area. The one closest to his? He had had to ask the vet to remove some bullets from him a couple of times, after that, the guy had said he wasn’t doing it anymore. Dark eyes lift from the dog to meet the blue ones.

        “... and you are..?” she was pretty, in far more than a conventional way. The kind of pretty a few years ago he would have had to give himself a pep talk to speak to. But those times were over. Thankfully. His hand strokes the edge of Titus’ ear distractedly. How outrageous was it that people had abandoned him like that? Diego looked to the dog again. To those big, brown eyes. He did really like that dog. Damnit. If he could only have a dog. But his line of work wouldn’t allow it. 

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“  you are not your father.  ” (from phasingal)

☞☞ quotes i found on pinterest sentence starters☜☜ || 🇦 🇨 🇨 🇪 🇵 🇹 🇮 🇳 🇬

“ Just one spawn of Satan per family, and he called dibs on it first”            @phasingal

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“Titus. I’m just fostering him..he’s usually a lot more skeptical of strangers.” That was a mild way to put it. Whenever Avexis had brought him out before he’d been over protective, especially of any men that tried to talk to her using him as a guise. But something about this man had peaked the dog’s interest and she certainly wasn’t going to squash that. He needed to get used to people if he was going to get adopted. 

“And I’m Avexis. I’m sure he’d be fine if you pet him just uhm, keep your hands where he can see them.” She flushed slightly when explaining the dog’s triggers. Most people looked at her like she was insane. Why not just muzzle him? The question had been asked do many times and she wasn’t sure she could hear it again. 

“He really is a good boy. He’s just been through some bad stuff.” 

Diego waited for a moment, until the dog had sniffed him and seemed okay with him maybe getting a little bit closer. He moved his hand, slowly, letting him see it the whole time, and then softly caressed his head, and stroked his ears. Titus seemed to like it, and that brought a smile to his face.

       MaybeTitus could feel it too. Both good boys that had been through some bad stuff. But they were still here, ready to fight another day. “...is that what you do.. foster dogs?” he found himself asking. This is not an interrogation I’m not working. Diego had to remind himself, but she seemed nice. And he liked the dog. A bit of small talk couldn’t hurt, could it? Diego kept scratching Titus’ ears until he moved his head, not to protest, as he immediately thought, but to lick his hands. 

“...I’m gonna take that a compliment” he ruffles the short hairs. Oh, he liked him too.

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MORE UA DOODLES!

1. iconic ice-cream truck scene

2. bUt dAd sEnT mE tO Da MoOoOoOn

3. Every Diego needs a baby jaguar feat. levitating Klaus

4. They better give Allison purple hair in S2 (also I hope the adult cast still play the characters)

5. Hazel & ChaCha as Team Rocket

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TWIN‌:

Diego shrugged, letting the comment go. Lazy, busy, was there really a difference? He was talking to someone who knew him all too well. Which would never stop being INCREDIBLY unsettling. But knowing that they were both probably feeling this way made him realize even more the importance of this visit.

But. Diego was still Diego. He crossed his arms, a look of doubt crossing his face. “And… What if I do decide to go? What’s so bad there that I have to stay away? I obviously don’t die- you’re here, right?”

Diego reacts before he can even stop himself, and slaps his slightly younger self on the back of the head.. “You are not listening! You don’t go there, because if you do-- somebody else will die.” he rolls his eyes, and sighs in exasperation. “Instead, there is something else you need to do.” he begins, and sits down, to explain, point by point, what to do and where to go, but first. Diego snaps his fingers. “...make sure you get this right, because you are just gonna get one chance, so write it down if you need to, alright?!”