#susponte

[redemn]

with  an  exasperated  ,      and  slightly  impatient  ,      sigh  ,      arthur  moves  toward  the  door  next  to  tim  ,      just  barely  peering  out  .      there's  something  going  on  in  the  streets  just  past  the  alley  ,      and  he  ,      for  once  ,      doesn't  want  to  bother  with  it  ,      not  the  least  of  which  stems  from  the  fact  he  might  be  recognised  if  he  steps  foot  out  there  .

@susponte  .      ❝  it’s  considered  impolite  not  to  give  your  all  in  a  fight  .    ❞

❝        impolite  ?!        ❞        whispers  arthur  harshly  ,      and  loudly  enough  to  be  heard  over  the  faint  din  of  voice  and  stomping  feet  and  all  the  commotion  just  outside  and  down  the  alley  .        ❝        you  know  what's  considered  impolite  ?      gettin'  involved  in  somethin'  you  ain't  got  no  business  bein'  involved  in  !      like  this  .      we  don't  know  what's  goin'  on  out  there  ,      and  i  don't  wanna  find  out  .      let  them  deal  with  it  ,      and  let  'em  be  .        ❞

he  steps  back  .      then  back  again  ,      until  his  shoulder  blade  hits  the  wall  ,      where  he  stays  ,      reaching  up  for  the  bandana  around  his  neck  and  lifting  it  up  ,      wiggling  it  over  the  curves  of  his  nose  and  slipping  it  over  the  bridge  .      his  gaze  rests  on  tim  .        ❝        marshal  .        ❞

╰ ゜TLOZ : TP STARTERS.  /  𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

[anthrcpophagi]

you didn't deserve any of that.

"It feels like I did." Maybe he was right, but Maren's villain complex wouldn't allow her to mourn her own innocence. She deserved bad things to happen to her because she had done bad things to other people. It didn't matter that she was born that way, not when even the woman who bore her couldn't stand to be around her. Besides, it was far easier to pity herself than it was to be confident. "Hammurabi would think so, too. An eye for an eye, y'know?"

[strnza]

eliza's  laying  down,  stomach  to  the  ground,  right  at  her  front  door  -  just  outside  it  is  a  squirrel,  only  half  interested  in  the  small  bowl  of  sunflower  seeds  she's  set  out  for  it.

"i  keep  tryin'  to  see  if  it  wants  to  come  inside,  but  ...  i'm  thinkin'  that  the  answer  is  no."  finally,  she  juts  her  chin  up  toward  tim,  waving  her  hand  to  beckon  him  down  on  the  floor  beside  her,  "c'mere  -  once  this  guy  goes,  i  think  i  can  get  some  birds  over  here."

STARTER  CALL,  still  accepting  /  @susponte  🤍

[fossiled]

@susponte liked for a starter! ( accepting! )

            it’s thanks to a great deal of therapy, the constant grounding that ellie, lex and tim are alive & safe and the rattle of the good’ doctor’s medicine that keeps alan far from the same brink of panic that had settled deep and heavy in his bones after the park, the same panic stuffed low that led him to waking in cold sweat in the middle of the night at the first sound of distress from his company the first nights in costa rica, that had him flinching and wincing at every growl, snarl or even bark of the nearby dogs—-- it never leaves the palaeontologist; still leaves his legs tight as if he’ll need to race off at the drop of a hat, still leaves his palms sweat slick and useless the moments the birds stop calling and that eerie silence falls on him, still makes his shirt collar too tight in the unforgiving heat, and still sends that cold rush of fear down his spine. 

            rationally, he knows that there’d be no point to send him back to the park, knows that would cost to much money that’s already been spent, already been wasted in those long months wherein both costa rica and the usa’s government argued back & forth on the legitimate innocence that alan and the other survivors had ( and god, could it even be surviving? ), and ultimately knows that even if he were sent back, that’d be a suicide mission; a final farewell to the palaeontologist, a cruel reminder of the nightmares he can’t ever truly escape. 

              alan likes to pride himself on his rationality, his age old ability to get himself out of nearly everything and anything, and yet he feels like a kid sizing up his highschool bully, at the sight of @susponte; he almost stumbles back a foot, but it’s the same reminder that ellie would raise hell for him that helps keep both feet planted and his jaw to clench—-- alan liked to pride himself on his rationale, but he wasn’t opposed to giving into the urge to being foolish if it meant staying safe, if it meant never having to return to that godforsaken island and never hearing to hear nor see those creatures again—-- the palaeontologist feels that same throbbing pulse in his calves, ready to sprint at the moment that park is even mentioned, ❛ —-- you’re not putting me back there tim, never. ❜

[lghtyear]

⁽ ᴿᴼᴳᴱᴿ ⁾       …     ‘    requested by @susponte :         still accepting !    ⁽ ᴼᵁᵀ ⁾

woman doesn't look up from her clipboard . it's the end of an incredibly long shift , and her bedside manner isn't nearly as fresh as it had been twelve hours prior . " hey , i'm. . . doctor jones , i'll be looking after you today . " feet stop just short of his bedside , flicking through papers . " this is an impressive chart . you need to be more careful . "

[heuretourne-moved]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝    𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥    𝗜𝗦 ...    ❞        Battered    and    bruised,    an    appearance    that    was    nothing    more    than    a    product    of    excessive    violence ;    a    state    of    being    that    wrapped    his    shoulders    like    a    𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒄𝒌    𝒃𝒍��𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒕    meant    to    comfort    during    the    worst    moments    of    your    life.    It didn't ever seem to do much for him. He’d    be    fine.    He’d    survive.    (  𝙸𝙵    𝙷𝙴    𝚆𝙰𝚂    𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙺𝚈.  )    But    at    what    cost,    he    wasn’t    sure.    Will    shook,    anxious    ˡᶦᵏᵉ    ᵃ    ᵇᵃᵈ    ᵈᵒᵍ    snapping    and     biting    off    more    than    he    could    chew    at    the    command    of    his    owner    boss.    Never    mind    what    was    good    for    him,    they    needed    results.    He    laughed    but    there    was    little    amusement    or    life    behind    it,    bringing    a    straw    to    his    lips    as    he    sipped    water.   

❝    You know, this    is    starting    to    feel    like    a    bad    case    of    𝑑𝑒𝑗𝑎    𝑣𝑢    …    or    maybe    this    is    just    my    regular    Tuesday    now,    𝑎𝑛𝑑    𝐼’𝑑    𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟    𝑔𝑒𝑡    𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑    𝑡𝑜    𝑖𝑡.    ❞

₀₁. ㅤㅤ@susponte : ❛ Today isn’t your day, is it? ❜

[pondwaits]

@susponte : i had a marvelous time ruinin' everything .

she's watching him from the other side of the counter top, seated on top and hands holding onto the edge . ' it's not your fault . ' and amy means it, a soft smile etches itself 'pon her mouth . a soft crinkle between her brows . ' really . he'll get over it eventually . ' she looks over to the tardis parked in the corner of the room &. then back to him .

' the doctor can be very ... stubborn . ' that was the understatement of the century . ' but he'll come around eventually . he usually does . '

[eidetikr]

❝    Personally,    I    find    𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗞    𝗪𝗘𝗘𝗞    to    be    ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑦    𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑐𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒,    I    mean    ⸺    it    really    only    focuses    on    the    more    sensationalized    species    that    are    known    to    have    attacked    humans in the past,    and    it    consistently    frames    sharks    in    the    way    that    they    relate    to    humans,    making    them    look    much     scarier    than    they    actually    are.    ❞    Reid    remarked    with    a    look    of    scrutiny    sprawled    across    his    features,    brows    furrowed    together    tightly.    ❝    ⸺    Well,    that    and    they    hire    fake experts    to    give    false    statistics    or    facts    with    no    basis    in    reality,    which    is    weird,    because    they    claim    they're    trying    to    …    dispel    ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑓𝑢𝑙    𝑚𝑦𝑡ℎ𝑠    about    sharks,    but    they’re    actually    one    of    the    ᵐᵃᶦⁿ    ᵖᵉʳᵖᵉᵗʳᵃᵗᵒʳˢ    in    spreading    negative    stereotypes.    You’re    actually    statistically    more    likely    to    get    struck    by    lightning,    or    …    die    in    a    𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌    𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒏    𝒎𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓    𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕.    ❞

₀₁. @susponte : ❛ We’re the only species on Earth that observes Shark Week. ❜

[doctordonovan]

“plots please” <3

send me “plots please” … and I’ll respond with 3 interesting plots / relationships / connections I can think of for our muses!

❀    ||     1. profiler && marshal

'okay we have to work together but it could be worse'. profiler maeve is a shy charmer, she doesn't break the silence unless she sees a need to. just following down leads, having to work out how to best work together when solving whatever case.

❀    ||     2. la.st of us

maeve has an entire verse for it, would love to explore them at what seems to be the end of the world.

❀    ||     3. fantasy verse

whilst she doesn't have a specific one outside of her ouat verse... maeve's a scholar who doesn't really talk about herself, busy travelling as much as she can to learn what comes up along the way.

[wasme]

sc ( still accepting ! ) . @susponte .

" is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me ? " that smirk is far too smug for someone he hardly knows . . .

[hittter]

@susponte: ‘your house is haunted.’

eliot doesn't believe in ghosts . not spooky bumps in the night , anyhow -- not poltergeists that pull out your drawers and send your cutlery flying . however , it isn't a denial ( or otherwise snarky retort ) that shoots out of his mouth in response to tim's words . instead , his eyes glance off to the bare walls ; graze over the couch & tv that serve as the safehouse's only furniture ; note the way he's barely made an indent in the couch cushions .

there are no ghosts in this house -- ghosts aren't real -- but it is nevertheless haunted . eliot is haunted . if 170 rooms didn't save sarah winchester from people she didn't even kill herself , how many would it take to absolve eliot ? certainly more that what this little shack could ever offer .

his house is haunted .

but the thing is : there's a very good reason gutterson can point this out to him .

" so's yours . "

[allevilsarc]

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AUGH I LOVE U SM <3 <3 <3

[shevictorious]

❝    i’d    tell     you     to     be    more    careful     but           ❞          victoria    finished     cleaning    up    his     face       ,       making    sure    her    touch    was    gentle.        was    she     worried      ?       yes.        she     was    always    worried.        ❝    i’ve     told    you     that     plenty     of     times     now    haven’t     i   ?    ❞        

｡         𖠵        ۪     𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛   𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕        +      susponte       ۪        ⊹         ֗         ꫂ 

[abyssurvived]

@susponte liked for a starter! ( accepting )

             blend would be lying if a familiar face wasn’t a welcome comfort in cases like this— if it wasn’t a necessary distraction from the unabashed vulgarity that was the human mind. it could be hours later and she’ll still be asking herself the same question; how, and why could someone do something like that to another person, another living being— much less someone so vulnerable ( call her old fashioned, hell, call her plain old stereotypical for the ever-rising pedestal blend keeps the elderly on ), but blend can’t point blame ( there’s still that rusting tire iron tucked under her seat from a hunt gone haywire ).

            part of her wishes for a time long before this, back when plastic tiaras, and stealing cigarettes were her only vices, but another part reminds her that one way or another, she’d end up in this very same place ( even if it was in a body bag ). ❛ - —y’all never fail t’make a entrance, ❜ hardly a hello, blend not even removing herself from her current perch, crouched in front of the remains ( if you could even describe them as that ), latex gloves slicking palms and squeaking between the constant chatter and click of the buzzing forensics as she spares a poke and prod at the gore. earthy orbs finally decide that they’ve seen enough, head swivelling to half face @susponte, lips drawn in a grimace closer than a smile, ❛ - —do ya, stretch? ❜

[becoach]

spotify wrapped starters, ↳ @susponte.

❝      i'm  just  preparing  for  disaster.      ❞ / condition 11:11 by defiance, ohio.