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Let’s Talk.
Well, I think to really summarize this, all I can say is, my Tumblr experience has genuinely just been shit. I’ve been here for years, and every day I question why. Yeah, I met some great people that I would consider friends, but the bad outweighs the good, doesn’t it?
I’m archiving all my blogs, and going off the grid. If you want to contact me, I have discord.
🅱ruiserweight#2730
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If you have a crime-based muse, can you please reblog this? They can be cops, detectives or special agents working in the field! They can be working forensics or support in a lab or at the desk! They can even be a criminal informant! … I’m just going to be making a new muse in this sort of genre and want to know who else is out there to follow! It’d be great if you could also add the fandom ( if applicable ) in the tags - thank you !
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like this for some plotting :))
hey squam, add me on discord and write w kon n barry
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i’m over tumblr rn so find me here
A soft laugh escapes him at the supposed comments from the children. A beating stick? It was interesting to hear things from a kid’s perspective. They always had such.. Unique thoughts. He remembered all the odd things his daughter would say at the zoo, or when he’d come home from work, or before he’d tuck her in for bed.
❝ Well, actually, I don’t have a real gun that shoots bullets. It’s just a stun gun. It’s meant to look real just in case. At least we know it’s doing its job. Or, at least, leaving the right impression. ❞
He shrugs, taking a sip of the coffee. Maybe he just wasn’t too picky, but it seemed that this woman knew his order. Then again, he regularly ordered different things. Perhaps he was thinking about it too much.
❝ Ya know, I’ve been working as an officer for fifteen years now, and I’ve never heard someone call it a beating stick. ❞
Attentively listening to the list, he’s not a bit surprised when the boys race to him. He’s quick to give each boy a hug and a pat on the head, trying to answer their rapid fire questions with rapid fire answers. He wastes no time returning Didi’s affection, giving her a greeting kiss on the cheek.
❝ I’ve been good, I’ve been good. A little tired, but otherwise I’ve been fine. Nothing has really been going on too much for the station today, so I should be able to stay for dinner. And yes, how could I forget? ❞
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❝ A boy asked you on a date? Why would she get upset about that? ❞
He’s looking around for any signs of anything physical ensuing, before he wanders into the kitchen, watching her closely.
❝ Who was the guy anyway? ❞
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Joe had grown used to spending dinner time in a diner, or with leftovers from said diner. Cooked meals were a thing of the past to him. They had been since he’d first went off to the military. So, it was safe to say Joe was a little more than surprised when he came home to find the table set, and a hot meal waiting for him where he always sat. Speechless, he most certainly is. He hangs his coat up hastily to greet the woman in the kitchen.
❝ You made all this? Wh -- Thank you, so much. Why though? ❞
♡ / loren.
Waiting for Loren’s mom to come home so she wasn’t alone was something Joe did often. Sure, Loren was a big girl, she could take care of herself, but Joe wanted to -- needed to make sure she was safe at all times. In a way -- it was to try and cope with the loss of his own daughter. His biological one. Perhaps they’d spare him forgiveness for being overseas when they died.
Not only that, he cared deeply for Loren. He considered filing for custody, get her away from her damn mom. But would she be better off alone in Joe’s house constantly? Sure, Aldo could come over, but he was a working man too. They were both busy. So, for now, Joe would have to leave her here. He hated admitting it, but she was a bit better off here.
He’d lost track of time, lost track of how tired he was as he watched whatever show Loren wanted. Soon enough, he found himself waking up, neck uncomfortably stiff because of how he fell asleep. He almost sits up, when he sees Loren resting so peacefully against his shoulder. He can’t help but smile, and direct his attention back to the television. He’d let her wake up on her own.
Taco Bell
❝ Laz, I’m coming and picking you up right now. You can come over, I’ll make you tacos, then I’m calling Didi, and we’ll see what she has to say about this. ❞
He’s already grabbed his keys, slipped on his jacket, and heading for his squad car outside. It’d be quicker and easier to reach Laz that way. God, he could arrest Laz for public intoxication, trespassing, disturbance of an off duty officer, there were so many things he could arrest him for. But he wouldn’t. Didi would dish out a much better punishment than the station ever could.
❝ Either they threw mine away -- or my wife has it hidden somewhere. ❞
❝ I started out as a patrol officer. I was at that position for three years, then I was a resource officer at both the elementary and high school for five years, then I went back to being a patrol officer for eight years. I got stabbed while preventing an assault, and that’s what ultimately put me out of service. ❞
He hands the file back, leaning a bit more of his weight onto his cane.
❝ What else have you heard? ❞
❝ Oh, I am. When I first came here, they told me it was real bad. Narrowly avoided my hip bone, but still hit some really important parts. If he woulda got my bone and stabbed through it, I probably wouldn’t be able to walk anymore. ❞
He leans back slowly. A part of him is sad. Sad that his wife and kids aren’t here to pester him with questions and such. But at least the woman he’d helped was here. She was his support.
❝ I’m really craving some Aurelio’s. You think they’ll deliver up here? ❞
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