#para: duncan

[theobaudelaire]

He nodded his head, small smile quirking the corners of his lips. The casualness with which he asked the question almost felt amusing to him. It was a pretty normal sentence, but to him a divorce was something serious, something that hopefully only happened once, if at all. To imagine that it could be only the first time out of many was absurd to him, but that was only because of his romantic nature. He also wasn't immortal. He would live longer than humans probably, but that thought hadn't crossed his mind yet.

In that moment, as he stood in the store, the realization washed over him, even when he could choose for himself, he still tried to ask for someone else's opinion. It was almost ironic how he told him that he wanted to pick something without help for once and then immediately asked for his help. Maybe the fault wasn't totally on his ex-wife after all. He fully smiled at him, at his encouragements and started looking around.

His gaze wandered, landing first on a beautifully crafted bookshelf. He loved reading in his free time and thought this could add character to his living space while also being a great way to display his book collection.

He noticed something was engraved into the wood of the old bookshelf, when he got closer he could read: ''To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.'' Right next to the quote was an even smaller inscription, barely discernible: ''For Evelyn, with everlasting affection - J.W''

''Wow! I wonder who are these people.'' Even after his divorce, he still found this gesture beautiful, he felt lucky even to be able to witness it. He was hoping this story didn't have a terrible ending. ''Did you know them?'' He asked the owner curiously.

The old vampire was usually terribly dismissive towards anyone really - after all, why invest into mortals who would be around for merely a fraction of Duncan’s infinite lifespan or bother with someone who didn’t have Duncan’s mileage behind them. Even most humans would not go out of their way to hang out with children. Unless they were their own. Done staring and committing how Theodore had grown up to a fine young man to memory, Duncan proceeded to display interest and patience he rarely had for anyone, which to someone who did not know him would just come off as moderate politeness really, when in fact it was a rare honor. More important people had been in Duncan’s company and it had only earned them the vampire’s early exit out of the room they both occupied, no better treated than a piece of furniture collecting dust on the side. But the difference was with whether they were important to Duncan or not, and there was nothing more important to Duncan than family.

“Ah, a first time divorcee?” He inquired, completely glossing over the awkward apologies. “So this time, you may pick whatever you like.” The vampire sauntered closer, hands neatly tucked behind his back. There was no smile on his face but there was a trace of it in his tone. “Walk around some more. Pick what you like. Do not think too deeply on it. Be a man free of a spouse's judgement to your heart's content.” He suggested with a small nod of his head.

[mircrobios]

[witchysethharper]

Seth joined the party in Krovs Town much later than his claim Duncan. He'd sent Duncan off earlier since the witch had to take care of Circe to ensure she'd be settled for the night with her favorite blanket and toys in the castle's kennel. God forbid he drank too much and couldn't get back home and Seth didn't want to forcibly limit himself into having not as much fun as he could for his last Christmas alive. Besides, sobriety for an evening seemed impossible with Shade serving him drinks at Cannabites –– the benefits of being friends with the owner of his favorite restaurant.

He found Duncan at the bar after meeting up with Shade and swiftly stole the seat next to his claim. "Merry fucking Christmas, dude," he said. "How 'bout a drink on me?"

@sirduncanx

[callie-everest]

STARTER: Callie & Duncan LOCATION: The Park STATUS: CLOSED

Matilda was getting more and more confident as the days went by, and now that she had had all her first vaccines she was allowed to go outside and explore the big wide world properly. It was a complete joy watching the little puppy get outside and sniff and explore and flop about. She was exactly the most graceful little thing, stumbling about slightly without the use of one of her front legs, but it didn’t stop her in the slightest. She was the sweetest, most enthusiastic little soul, and Callie thanked her lucky stars every day that the pair had found each other.

They were spending the afternoon in the park together, Matilda currently completely tuckered out from the morning’s adventures, snoozing on the picnic blanket Callie had laid out for them both while Callie painted a watercolour scene of the park in front of her. Suddenly Matilda was awake, distracted by a nearby duck, and before Callie could stop her she’d taken off in an ungraceful little gallop, leash trailing behind her. Callie scrambled to her feet, chasing after the little puppet, foot catching on some unforeseen dip in the ground and falling. She managed to get her hand on the leash, the puppy not fast enough to outrun the fae, but she had acquired a nasty graze, blood streaming down her left knee. “Fuck-“ she muttered, blinking back the tears of shock and pain that filled her eyes as she looked around a little helplessly, wondering what she should do next.

@antiquecritique​ 

[matthewbaudelaire]

Matthew had been somewhat in his thoughts as he was walking so the 'good evening' being directed at him came as a surprise that caused his shoulders to stiffen and jerk, "Woah, fuck," the man had been standing so still there on the side of the road that from the edges of Matthew's vision he'd poorly assumed that the man was some kind of inanimate object. Once he'd collected himself, Matthew let out a low chuckle at his own thoughtlessness, "Sorry. I didn't see you there, or I did but..." he couldn't exactly say that he'd thought he was some kind of statue so instead just moved on, "...nevermind. Sorry. Hi," and gave a returned nod inclining his head in greeting.

"Did you... want something?" As far as he could recall, the man wasn't familiar but Matthew was familiar enough with vampires to be able to recognize one and this one in particular looked very much like the picture of a vampire gentleman. In the past, it hadn't been all too often for vampires to seek him out for blood consumption purposes, one of his clients usually telling a friend and that friend coming to find him for a talk or something along those lines but it'd been such a long time since any random vampires had approached Matthew for anything such as that so he really wasn't quite sure if this was going to be something to that extent or if the man was simply offering a passing greeting.

The young man finally broke free of the other’s chattering clutches, turning around and walking away from the store. Matthew would not be able to see or hear the mumble this greasy seller had made under the unruly mustache above his upper lip as soon as Matty was safely farther away. But Duncan did, differently-colored eyes trained on the man along with his supernatural hearing. “... you’ll be back again. You’ll be back so often.” Spoke the guy with a chuckle, around a cigarette he’d just popped between his lips, about to light it up as he retreated back into his seedy little store hangout. These words made Duncan narrow his eyes ever so slightly. 

Nothing other left to see or notice by the store, the old vampire’s eyes slid to Matty, who was walking down the street his way, about to pass him by. Duncan made no move to make himself inconspicuous. He remained standing there, perfectly still, gaze following Matty’s movement unmistakably, without any self-consciousness for staring. If a striking, tall figure of a dark-haired man in an old-fashioned yet pristine suit holding a paper bag in the crook of his arm while the other was neatly and almost gentlemanly folded behind his back wasn’t enough to draw attention, then a polite ‘good evening’ paired up with a nod undeniably directed at Matty as he passed him by surely would.

[drpaisleyduncan]

good ole tiffany

tw: death mentions: jordan hayes ( @jordhayes ), tiffany conrad ( @tiffanyjeanconrad ), lakeyn mccray ( @lakeynxmccray ) location: jordan's farm (hagfield)

it had been immediately a busy week for paisley upon her return to hidehill, after dealing with her father and the condition he was in back home, she was ready to leave, go anywhere else than where she was, and that's where she's found herself back in town, and of course, she was greeted by the news of deaths and almost instantly witnessed one herself back at the baby shower. people were right to question her return, she already was very far away, why did she choose to come back to a place that sort of has become the belly of the beast, where dead bodies just pop up here and there? when she could be actually next? at first, she did ask herself the same question, not knowing what the goal being back there is, but it felt like the right thing to do.

and of course, her gut feeling has proven her right.

upon finding out what happened to lakeyn, she almost have literally dropped everything as she unpacking her things at harlow and went straight to the hospital. she's frequented her workplace a lot more that usual, specifically to see for herself how lakeyn was doing, and made an agreement with the woman's doctor to take care of the her, not because paisley needed to, but she wanted to. she felt like she should've been there when the other needed her most, and she wasn't going to let such thing happen again, not let lakeyn to be alone.

that, she had promised not only herself, but also jordan. she only knew of their bond not because one of them has talked about it, but watching their interaction was enough for paisley to know how strong that is, something she didn't need to elaborate. of course, he needed to know how lakeyn's recovery has progressing, since it had been the thing paisley was focusing on outside of the hospital, made sure that lakeyn is doing better by the day, no matter now slow it is.

instead of heading home as soon as her shift was done, she decides to head to jordan's place instead, she had notified him beforehand, and thought that it would be better to meet before she comes back to lakeyn's place, where she has been staying more as of late. it does look like that they're shacking up, but it was far more than that.

rather than drive her car in the farm, the doctor has chosen to park it just outside and walk her way inside, somehow feeling the need to admire the place and what jordan has done to it. the morning air was just something she needed, with all the stress of how hectic has it been at the hospital, this was some kind of a breather, one she didn't know she needed. as she was heading towards his home, the scarecrow before her has caught her attention. perhaps, it was the slight exhaustion that she couldn't make up what felt, or looked different about it, and against the protest of her own body, paisley has found herself walking towards it, chills running down her spine as what once was a peaceful, calming surroundings changed in a snap.

and right then and there, her vision clears. tiffany conrad, tied up in a wooden stand, horror etched on her face right at the last moment of her living existence before life was taken away from her.

upon realization, paisley tried to scream as she was stepping back, yet at first, not a sound came out, she felt numb in fear, stuck in her own, scrambled thoughts before she finally trips, shutting her eyes for a moment before once more looking at the tied up corpse before her, and that is when the serene calm of the farm was now replaced by the doctor's scream.

[wingamy24]

i get asked my community headcannons often, and I don't know what to say because like

jeff: bisexual with preference to women. That man will die thinking he's straight.

britta: tried being a lesbian so bad but didn't make it. Had a few girlfriends in high school but they were more platonic than anything. Maybe bisexual with heavy preference to men (HORRIBLE men, in fact)

annie: girlie thinks she's straight cause she likes twilight and abed. she likes women a lot honestly

abed: bisexual, male pronouns but simply not gender. His gender is Abed

troy: that man is gay

chang: gay

frankie: lesbian demiwoman

duncan: straight but has a weird thing for jeff. what do we think

dean: dean

alright that's it thank you guys

🎶🎵🎵🎶TODO LO QUE PUEDA ARREGLAR HOY LO DEJARÉ PARA MAÑANA💃💃💃🕺🕺🎶🎵🎵🎵🎶

[pupsmailbox]

HALLOWEEN ID PACK

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[witchysethharper]

Seth nodded only once in acknowledgement to Duncan's pleas, definitely more comfortable in continuing his oral ministrations so long as the human slave genuinely enjoyed it. He ducked his head back down between the other's legs and picked right back up where he'd left off, tip of his tongue circling around the other's clit and getting closer and closer to his inevitable target. Blue eyes flicked upwards again towards the slave's features as he once more ran his tongue flat over the wet heat of Duncan's sex and swollen clit, focusing more on the latter with a few swirls and flicks as he repeated the motion a few more times. His palm gently pressed against Duncan's vulva to add a little more pressure in the right areas. "You okay with me adding some fingers inside you?" he asked once he had a break. "Or do you prefer what I'm doing now?"

Just relax. How that became such a challenge he wasn't sure, he'd blame the magic placed on him for making him as antsy as ever choosing to think his nerves were entirely the fault of the spell he was under. He allowed himself to take in and release a couple deep breathes to calm himself as he waited, as he looked up at the ceiling contemplating a thought that would soon be forgotten. As soon as he felt the warm, wet tongue against him any thought he had was easily washed away. There was a gasp of surprise that came from him despite knowing what was going to happen, the sensation he felt wasn't something he had been expecting, nor how good it was going to feel. The more he touched the more Duncan melted, moaning softly as Seth kept going, touching places that made him feel incredible. "Mm-- Yes, it's good. Keep going." He'd encourage, nearly begging him to keep it up, "Please."

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[scotianostra]

The Scottish actor, and singer Duncan Macrae passed away on March 23rd 1967.

Born as John Duncan Macrae on August 20th, 1905 at 118 Kirkland Street, Maryhill, Glasgow, the fourth of the six children of James Macrae, a sergeant in the Glasgow police force, and his wife, Catherine Graham.

Young John attended Allan Glen's School and later attended the Glasgow University in 1923 and 1924, he did not graduate from the university. He became an early member of the Citizens' Theatre, the principal producing theatre in the west of Scotland.

In 1949, Macrae began appearing in movies and later in early television programs. He first appeared in the film Whiske Galore, he also starred in the sequal, the less successful, Rockets Galore. Other films include Geordie, Casino Royale and The Kidnappers, which, in North America it was released as The Little Kidnappers.

On television Macrae appeared in the show Para Handy Master Mariner, as the title character. During the 1950's and 1960's Macrae became a mainstay on television for Hogmanay celebrations putting his musical talent to good use, he is most famous for The Three Craws and Wee Cock Sparra, which he also co-wrote with Hugh Frater.

The Wee Cock Sparra.

A wee cock sparra sat on a tree,A wee cock sparra sat on a tree,A wee cock sparra sat on a treeChirpin awa as blithe as could be.

Alang came a boy wi'a bow and an arra,Alang came a boy wi'a bow and an arra,Alang came a boy wi'a bow and an arraAnd he said: 'I'll get ye, ye wee cock sparra.'

The boy wi' the arra let fly at the sparra,The boy wi' the arra let fly at the sparra,The boy wi' the arra let fly at the sparra,And he hit a man that was hurlin' a barra.

The man wi' the barra cam owre wi' the arra,The man wi' the barra cam owre wi' the arra,The man wi' the barra cam owre wi' the arra,And said: 'Ye take me for a wee cock sparra?'

The man hit the boy, tho he wasne his farra,The man hit the boy, tho he wasne his farra,The man hit the boy, tho he wasne his farraAnd the boy stood and glowered; he was hurt tae the marra.

And a' this time the wee cock sparra,And a' this time the wee cock sparra,And a' this time the wee cock sparraWas chirpin awa on the shank o' the barra.

Meaning of unusual words: arra=arrow sparra=sparrow barra=barrow farra=father marra=marrow shank=leg

Macrae died on this day 1967, in Glasgow.

[jartita-me-teneis]

El hombre que lee el mundo: el hijo de David Bowie lanzó un club de lectura en línea en su honor. Algo no muy conocido sobre Bowie: era un ávido lector, a veces terminaba un libro en un solo día. La estrella de rock David Bowie era "una bestia de lector", según su hijo, Duncan Jones; así que Jones decidió crear un club de lectura en línea para honrar a su padre amante de la literatura. La cuenta oficial de Instagram de la difunta estrella del rock lo apodó el 'Bowie Book Club'. Los gustos literarios de David Bowie eran de gran alcance; incluyendo clásicos como "Madame Bovary" de Gustave Flaubert y "La Ilíada" de Homer; novelas como A "Clockwork Orange" de Anthony Burgess y "Infantes de la primavera" de Wallace Thurman; junto con una amplia variedad de obras de no ficción: historia, biografía, arte, arquitectura y más... ¡Incluso el Beano!

Tres años antes de morir, David Bowie hizo una lista de los cien libros que habían transformado su vida - una lista que formó algo similar a una autobiografía. Es revelador que entre las declaraciones públicas finales de Bowie estaba que esta lista de sus 100 mejores libros fue ofrecida como parte de la exhibición del museo David Bowie Is. Como Bowie aparentemente no ha dejado memorias atrás, lo más cerca que se aventuró a la autobiografía es esta lista de libros.

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[jackieskill]

" We're gonna make sure you're as comfortable as possible. You're in good hands. " — @chloehuangs

Paciente: Jared Duncan

Estado: Não muito Grave

Informações: Passageiro de um dos carros que sofreu colisão, está apenas com um braço possivelmente quebrado.

Uma enorme nuvem de mal-humor continuava pairando acima da cabeça de Jacqueline. Ela realmente não havia sido feita para aquela 'emoção que a emergência poderia trazer', ou qualquer frase de efeito que sua prima provavelmente diria. Não importava. Ela sempre preferiria as cirurgias de remoção de tumores do que isso. Deus sabia quantas vezes Jacqueline tentava sumir da emergência nos tempos de residente, apesar de adorar entrar no centro cirúrgico, afinal, Jacqueline Grey gostava do poder de segurar um bisturi. E, bem, como ela precisava esperar até uma das salas de cirurgia serem liberadas para um dos pacientes, lá estava ela novamente, entre o caos do dia, resmungando sobre pessoas que não sabem dirigir, ou que todos precisavam de aulas de natação. Agora era preciso uma coisa simples, sem muitas dores de cabeça, algo para passar o tempo. Ela se recusava à dar pontos, também não iria verificar o soro ou qualquer uma das patifarias que provavelmente deveria fazer. Infelizmente, Grey tinha o pensamento de que merecia algo melhor, e dar pontos em alguém naquela altura do campeonato não iria lhe trazer qualquer benefício. Os olhos se focaram brevemente em uma cabeça que reconhecida, e, como se fosse a maldita dona do mundo, Jackie foi em direção à Chloe, uma residente que via com pouca frequência, mas havia memorizado parcialmente o rosto e o nome dela. Algo raro, considerando a personalidade de Jacqueline. "Bom dia senhor... Duncan. Sou a Dra Grey." Ela disse com aquele sorriso vazio e postura profissionais, interrompendo a resposta que o paciente iria dar para Chloe. Ela se inclinou, lendo rapidamente o prontuário. "Não tem raio-x, como você pode colocar que ele tem apenas um braço quebrado? Você o examinou direito, Senhorita Huang?" Jacqueline questionou com uma voz neutra, apesar de que, era possível sentir a ironia nas bordas das suas palavras.

[min-ji-min]

Min-Ji hummed with interest as she followed after Duncan, "Eternal beauty. I like the sound of that." She always fancied that she would be beautiful eternally, fae like her were blessed with long lives and so could theoretically stay young and beautiful for centuries. She paused momentarily when he did and glanced to his offered hand, not something she needed but she took it anyway, not to be polite, but simply because it was offered and she enjoyed the pampering however moderate. It made her feel important and special even if the intention wasn't meant to do so. She just was mindful of her wings following behind her, keeping them closely folded against her back, though after having done so for quite some time now she was feeling the need to stretch them out but would keep that for later. Of course, once she'd ascended the stairs with Duncan's help, she was pleased to find that this space was far more spacious than the previous ones and that she could in fact stretch out her wings ever so slightly without fear of bumping them into something delicate and fragile like below in the main showroom of the shop. So after releasing his hand, she allowed to extend her wings behind herself in a half curl so the white points of her feathers could rustle out a bit more comfortably before settling back against her back.

"That's pretty," she commented, looking up at the painted skylight, rather interested in the prettily painted glass, but she wasn't here to look at that so soon returned her focus to the room around. "It doesn't actually look very haunted up here at all," she marveled with a smile. With the soft light coming through the painted glass, diffusing colors in muted shades against the walls of the room it looked quite whimsical in a way.

|| Min-Ji & Duncan ||

[witchysethharper]

Seth knew exactly where he'd be on Halloween –– the newly restored and freshly renovated Cannabites. It was his favorite restaurant for a reason and most of those reasons included Shade who he still couldn't get over emotionally and apparently physically. He could stop fucking around with his best friend of ten years after Halloween though. Tonight, he considered this a celebration after finally saving his mortal soul and killing Lilith once and for all.

Course he'd dragged Duncan along with him so that his newest claim could enjoy his evening as well however he wanted. He'd split off earlier to find Shade while keeping an eye on the human who had a knack for running his mouth to the wrong person sometimes. The young witch found Duncan at the bar and met up with him, smirking crookedly as he came up next to him looking for a refill of his own. "Hey, Dunk-man, you having fun yet?"

@sirduncanx

[superkarakortada]

Isadora Duncan bailando en la playa. Descalza, por supuesto, para no mojarse las zapatillas...