* the greatest ;;

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dariusvalentine:

“— Is that a LAWYER JOKE or something?” Darius arched a brow as he looked at the woman. “Still, it’s barely nine thirty. You could at least tell her to call at a REASONABLE time. Like, after I’ve showered. I’ve told you countless times I run at the same time every morning and I fucking hate my routine being interrupted,” he ran a hand through his slightly damp hair and clenched his jaw, though a few long exhales soon had him relaxed again – well, as relaxed as one could be in the presence of their lawyer, that is. “Were you expecting something different?” he tilted his head. “Do you expect me to have MURDERED someone every time I visit this place? Fuck sake – and Dylan wonders why I don’t believe people think I’m anything but a killer.” Arms soon folded across his chest and his back rested against the door frame, still unwilling to move from his current position. “— Some guy was shouting at his kid and it made me SO ANGRY so I left the car and went for a walk. Came back to a ticket. Simple as that. Or do you want a second by second playback? Should I tell you about the bottle of water that I bought? It was COCONUT. Oh, and I also bought the morning paper and a doughnut because Dylan says I don’t consume enough energy giving foods. Hmm, what else…”

“I guess you can say THAT,” she chimed in, shrugging fondly. She wasn’t particularly the biggest fan of mixing jokes with her job, but sometimes, one just could not help but attempt to relieve the tension that’s been building up in the room for quite a while. “Duly noted -- I’ll tell her to stop making any IMPORTANT calls before afternoon -- wouldn’t want to interrupt the scheduled nap time, of course,” if there was one thing she strongly disliked, it had to be her clients getting snappy at her or her employees by simply FOLLOWING THE RULES. At this point, there was no denying she was getting defensive about the work procedures and other things. After all, the woman who works for her meant no harm by that. “--- standard questions. Following the protocol,” she answered dryly. “Trust me, if it was up to me, we wouldn’t be talking about this in the first place. If you want to steer clear and away from facing the jailtime, we need to keep track of every little illegal activity.” Always a professional one, wasn’t she? “Cute, but next time, DO spare me the details and don’t FUCK AROUND with answering the actual question like that, it will only make my work and your day easier.”

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“Did your assistant really just call me here so that you could discuss a frickin’ PARKING TICKET?” Darius stood in the doorway, hands deep in his hooded sweatshirt’s pockets. He had been in the middle of his morning run when he received the call so, instead of going home to get changed, he headed straight for the lawyer’s office and got soaked by a summer shower in the process. “That cop was a DICK and I’m not paying it.”

@devprado

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“--- in my defense,” Devon quickly paused, clearing her throat as she set some of the papers aside. “I have told her that she should be contacting you whenever you don’t abide by the law, so she was only doing HER JOB.” Stating, the woman pushed herself off the chair and stood up with her arms crossed. “I don’t think meeting now is a necessity -- I am glad that nothing major happened --- to both you, and people around,” she continued, her eyebrow rised as a half-amused smile made an appearance. “Consider this as a some kind of CHECK-UP, will you? I will see if I can get it validated, too. --- But, Mr. Valentine, I NEED to know what exactly happened and why did that even happen, in the first place...”

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galewanmd:

Honestly, Gale HATED seeing Devon like this. Everytime she wrapped up a case, she managed to look even more exhausted than when she was in the middle of the process. Gale described it as a mix of withdrawl and overwhelming weight being lift of her shoulders, and although she didn’t know what much she could do to help, she always tried to just be by Devon’s side. Especially since those were the moments when they could spend more time together, and Gale had to take advantage of that. “Whatever you say. But if you change your mind, the offer stands.” She settled herself on the bed, turning slightly to fix the placements of the pillows. Her back ached from the 8-hour-surgery she’d had that day, and she couldn’t bare any slight mistake in her posture right now. They were the busiest couple Gale knew, and all of her friends were honestly surprised at how they managed to nurture their marriage with all the time they spent working. To be fair, Gale didn’t quite know what did the trick for them, but if she had to guess, she’d say it was the fact that working wasn’t unilateral for them. They both worked their asses off, and they both LOVED their jobs. (Some would say they loved it too much.) Gale offered Devon a shy smile with a hint of sadness. “I really don’t know, baby. Have you been more tired than usual, lately? Sometimes I worry you’re gonna get sick from all the stress, Sol.” She worried. She worried like crazy, actually — about Devon’s health, which used to be mainly her mental health, but as of the last couple of months, she’d been dead worried about all of their LIVES as a whole, including their son’s. There wasn’t even much she could do, and the feeling of helplessness only made it worse. “Only twenty? That’s like, almost as many days in the month, sweetie, I don’t think you have to worry about doing better. You’re the BEST lawyer in town, and I don’t say that just because of the ring on my finger,” Gale brought her hand to her face, a bright smile accompanying it, “– I actually do mean it. And I’m not the only one who thinks so. Which is why it would be understandable that you took a little break, you know? Rebuild and all.” She reached for the newspaper on the nightstand and looked at the main headline. She sighed, but put the paper down on her lap. “That is, if you WANT to do that.”

“Maybe you should’ve been the one who gets the massage, instead?” Devon couldn’t help but offer. She couldn’t be the one who gets all the love all the time; not that she never showed it to Abby, she just didn’t necessarily belong to those people who were outright with their feelings. She knew that her wife was working just as hard -- if not even harder, in multiple instances -- as her. “’Cause, y’know, the offer will stand for all the eternity. It’s just to ask. I’ll do it, without batting an eyelash, no hesitation. No nothing.”

She only nodded, slowly. Devon didn’t exactly want to give in and say anything about the fact that she’s been getting more and more exhausted as the time went on; those were apparently the perks of getting older, passage of time and other things alike. But, it wasn’t like Gale did not know all about this. She would never admit defeat, not until her last breath -- something her family kept telling her since she was a little kid. Giving up was easily the worst thing one could do, and it only meant that there was no chance in saving people -- in a way. She lived for it; she would not say a word about it, but seeing all those people happy, with their families, winning the cases that change their lives for good were her favourite moments. Not even the process of finding out the truth -- the people were making her excited. They kept giving her hope for a better tomorrow. “The worst thing that could happen to me is getting GRAY HAIR, and there’s a solution for that,” she silently quipped. “I am not going to give up my job just bcause I am weak in this very moment. It’s probably nothing a good night of sleep right next to the love of my life won’t fix.”

Devon sighed wistfully, looking down at her partner’s hand, and the ring on her finger, “--- you’re still BIASED, though. Just a little bit, but IT STILL COUNTS, Abs.” Then she just simply took Gale’s hand in her own and brought it up to her lips, pressing a small, gentle kiss to her knuckles. “I know I’ve said that I don’t really want to take a break, but...” the lawyer trailed off, lettig out a hushed laughter. “I kind of want to take you HOME, again. To Italy. See all those places once more.”

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kale and quinoa salad. black bean burgers. is this what passed as delicious food on yelp? “grazie – thank you.” oscar soon found his hand pressing against the door, a warm gust of air welcoming him back out onto a street full of food options. how hard could it be to find another carnivore? “ex–excuse me,” extending one hand to grab the other’s attention, he soon lowered it against his chest as he continued. “i’m just lookin’ for a place to grab a bite ‘round here. a place not so….” oscar rubbed the back of his neck as he sorted through his vocabulary for a word that was neutral enough to get his interests across. “green.” with a small cock of his head, his blue orbs widened to ask, “think y’can help a man out?”

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“--- not so GREEN, huh?” Devon dared to repeat once she turned to look at the man who had just approached her. Usually, she would have had a different reaction, but the stranger seemed to be so kind, it would be a shame if she ever tried to startle him by being as snappy as she could be. “My wife and I tend to go straight either for Italian or Mexican, if we’re feeling like eating something that’s, uh...” she trailed off, narrowing her brows a little. “... something that doesn’t taste like CARDBOARD WITH VITAMINS.” That was it -- Devon wasn’t the biggest fan of all those fancy places with food that was basically served for a hamster-sized person. She definitely seemed like the type, but she’d always prefer traditional, Italian cuisine to all those weird... things. “There’s that place called BONAVENTO -- I can wholeheartedly recomment it to you.”

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isaacprvdo:

Clark Kent? Well, he certainly did have the HAIR FLICK™ to pull that off, and quite frankly, he liked the comparison. After all, he did spend a large majority of his childhood running around in a Superman costume. He was and still is his favourite hero – not that he would VERBALLY admit to that, however. No, Isaac thought he was far too cool and mature for that. “I’m just trying to do what you and mom convinced me that I could do,” the male countered. If it hadn’t been for them, he would probably still be wandering through life at this point, so being told to let up on the one thing he was good at was… well, INFURIATING, to say the least. “But whatever, I guess I have no choice in the matter now.” It was hard enough to stand his ground with the two strong women that adopted him, but it was even harder to go up against them, and he had learned quickly to just… not. “Wait… seriously? I’ll be your first point of contact? Do you MEAN that? You’re forgetting that I have brains, mom. There’s a REASON why I tell you things and not mom two. I’d rather not have my ass kicked. Again.” He made a face behind her back as he followed her in. He then made his way over to their usual table and took a seat. “You’re paying, right? Because I’m STARVING and could eat the full menu right now.”

CONVINCED? Well, that definitely wasn’t the word Devon would use to describe what both her and her wife did to help their son to pursue the career path he was brilliant at. Dropping subtle hints here and there shouldn’t be considered as convincing, right? In her mind it was rather something that could be called just PARENTING, in general. After all, all mothers wanted to see their children do something they supposedly excell at. “--- no one said you should STOP, son,” she interjected, raising her pointer finger up. “I just said you should always make sure you either do it in moderation, or wait for the BEST moment to strike them -- and something is telling me that it wasn’t the greatest time to do so.” Nothing wrong with a little bit of teasing, now, was there? Devon let out a rather sharp, quick chuckle and followed it by a genuine smile, “Well, there’s a reason MOM TWO doesn’t know half the things I tell you. I won’t tell her I am your FAVOURITE, either.” And that’s the promise she will keep. She wasn’t above anyone to go blabbering around about useless things, even if it was to her own wife. “Did you two fight AGAIN? Gee whiz...” the woman couldn’t exactly take herself seriously right now, and so shouldn’t Isaac. A part of her, however, still wondered what could possibly happen this time around. “I am paying, yes,” she answered quickly, sitting down, as well. “I’d rather you not eat the full menu, CELLULOSE doesn’t digest well...”

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noahwilde:

“I wasn’t staring off into the distance,” Noah quickly defended his stance, though he highly doubted that it was actually needed. He was pensive, and far too often got caught up in his OWN MIND when the darkness took over. He was tired and a little bit broken by the news, but the least he could do was keep it together for the sake of those around him. No one would BENEFIT from him allowing the news of Bishop’s death to consume his every thought - the least he could do, however, was dedicate a small portion of his day to the remembrance of such a man. “We did, yes. He was a TRUE FIREFIGHTER, one that would run into a building without fear or hesitation. The city was honoured to have him as their hero.” And, even if the city did feel differently, Noah wouldn’t. Each and every firefighter that he served alongside was a hero in their own right. No serial killer would ever take that from them. “I don’t mind, go ahead,” he replied, eyes falling upon the water once more as arms folded atop of his chest. However, after a short pause, he offered out his hand to her. “— Noah Wilde.”

For the first time in quite a long time, Devon didn’t really want to say anything that could possibly rile up the other person -- why? She didn’t want to be that kind of someone who kept on making everything worse, for once. She could tell this wasn’t something worth joking around; if she was in his shoes, she definitely would not want to be pestered about anything. Instead, the lawyer just nodded her head slowly and sighed, giving up. “--- without ANY of you, this city wouldn’t be the same, I am glad that you do everything you can to save those who need to be saved,” she mentioned, her voice getting softer, as if she understood the pain everyone was in. While this didn’t necessarily belong in any of her concerns, she couldn’t help but feel sorry for the fire station’s squad, and everyone involved with the late firefighter. She didn’t want to imagine what would happened, and how would she felt if she lost anyone who was close to her. “Devon Prado,” she introduced herself, then gently, but still somewhat firmly shook his hand before shoving it back into her pocket. “I think I have to apologize for being so harsh to you a couple of minutes earlier. It’s become a habit of some kind, I guess...”

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CHARACTER AESTHETIC --- Devon Marisol Prado

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galewanmd:

The week had been a ROUGH one for most people in the city, and even though it was ending, everybody knew the week to come most likely wouldn’t be much brighter, but there was hope of a better tomorrow nonetheless. For Gale, coming home after work to be with her dogs and her wife was the perfect concept of a better tomorrow, and so she entered her bedroom with two mugs of coffee and a smile on her face. “Well, why don’t we start with a nice cup of coffee? And maybe a MASSAGE, if you’d like that. And then we’ll see if we get you that aspirin, yeah, honey?” She suggested, approaching Devon on the bed and giving her a small peck on the lips, as well as handing her the correct mug — since, of course, each of them had their own particular mug. “It’s actually very interesting that you brought that up! You know, the Neuroscientist journal came in the mail Monday and I was just reading an article during lunch today that said that some people are more likely to develop headaches and migraines related to the state of relaxation AFTER long periods of stress, rather than during said stressful period,” she babbled as she walked her way around the bed to her side, placing the coffee mug on the nightstand before the sat next to Devon and put her reading glasses on. “What case was it today, though? I get lost with the amount of cases you pick up, it’s pretty impressive that you win like, ALL OF THEM.”

Has she been getting enough sleep lately? Well, the answer was probably more than obvious now that everything was basically buzzing from the news; the city never stopped committing crimes, the people didn’t stop needing help with legal problems, either. Safe to say that Devon was just simply stressed and exhausted, which was never a good combination. “--- no, no, there’s no need for the massage, I think coffee and then some aspirin will do the trick,” she answered, carefully shaking her head. She was convinced that everything will get back to normal once she settles down in her home office, or even in a bed with her laptop on her lap. Although, plenty of people -- including her wife -- could say that this could only make her feel WORSE. A little hint of a smile made its way upon her features once Gale sat down and pressed a kiss to her lips -- this was something that never failed to make her feel better. Being so close with one another, that feeling of comfort and safety was just something she needed the most, especially during the times when their lives were at risk. “Do you think I NEED A BREAK?” Devon asked, her voice small, quiet, almost defeated. “--- custody case. Mother and grandparents from paternal side. HEAVY.” She briefly mentioned, right before humming, and then taking a sip from the cup. “Only TWENTY this month -- it’s not at all impressive, Gale; I could’ve done better.”

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“I need an aspirin... or... maybe something stronger,” she paused, arching both of her eyebrows upwards as soon as she realised that what she just said could’ve been taken out of context and turned into something completely different. Devon then shook her head fondly, and added, “--- as long as it’s legal, yes? -- I think that I am the only person who gets a terrible headache after winning YET ANOTHER hard case...” 

@galewanmd

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isaacprvdo:

“That’s the WHOLE POINT of my questions, though - to find out exactly what happened. It doesn’t matter when or where I ask them, the fact of the matter is that someone WILL ask and the fact that they can’t be answered regardless is what pisses me off,” Isaac responded, his hand gesticulating as he spoke. “I get the pressure, I’m not stupid enough to think that there isn’t any, but that doesn’t mean that those who want answers should be IGNORED - people should know what’s going on, and they have a right to. I’m just upholding that right. You, of all people, should know how important a person’s right to truth and knowledge is.” Playing to his mother’s lawyer side was probably the wrong move considering he was more than convinced she could talk herself out of a paper bag when it came to rights, regulations and etiquette, yet he couldn’t help himself. He was just like BOTH of his mothers in that aspect. Always questioning; always seeking; always fighting. It was very rare to see a Prado or a Wan give up – even if they were WRONG; especially in his case. “I’m aware,” he then sighed as hands were shoved deep into his pockets. “Yeah, sure. Suppose so.”

--- and DAMN, he surely did have a point, an extremely good one, at that. But, now, Devon couldn’t possibly let him know that, right? It would probably go straight into his head; she would fear it would make it even bigger than it already was. “Alright there, Clark Kent, maybe just cut those POOR PEOPLE some slack, now, would you?” She attempted to dissmiss the topic they were currently on. Talking about things even slightly related to her own line of work outside the place she was, well... working in, was just something she wasn’t the biggest fan of. Clouding up her mind with the cases when there was plenty of other things to focus on? What was the point of that? “--- but hey, if I’ll ever get the fresh scoop of news related to the case, you’ll be the first one to know; just don’t tell your mother, alright?” She added, letting a small smile lift up the corners of her red-stained lips, moments before she pushed the door open, walking inside.

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noahwilde:

Noah’s mouth dropped open as if he were about to speak, but then it slowly closed again as he exhaled slowly. For the sake of himself AND for others - including this woman - Noah gathered his thoughts and emotions and LOCKED THEM AWAY in a dark and dusty corner of his mind with a small sigh. “I apologise if I worried you, ma’am. It’s… a hard day for us all. He was a GOOD man. I’m fine, however. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“Of course,” she hummed, fighting the urge to roll her eyes even the slightest bit. She was in no way annoyed with the other man’s reaction, it had to something to do with the fact that she was still willingly standing there, debating the offer to talk with the man she barely knew. “--- because nothing screams FINE more than STARING INTO THE DISTANCE.” Devon pointed out, squaring her shoulders as she walked up a little closer. “We all appreciated Bishop’s service and anything he’s done for this city,” she murmured, quite unsure why she was still talking in the first place. “Do you mind if I just...” Devon managed to trail off, shoving her hands into the pockets of her dress pants and then proceed to look at the sunrise.

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“Apparently asking for a GODDAMN QUOTE these days is grounds for being called an insensitive asshole,” Isaac grumbled as he lingered outside a coffee shop with a phone in one hand and his wallet in the other. He had visited the scene of the crime an hour previous and was basically sent packing. So, quite naturally, the male was PISSED. “— Fuckers.”

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“--- that is EXACTLY why you should wait at least a little while before you can swoop in,” Devon answered. Frankly, she thought this was an obvious thing, but clearly, Isaac still had a lot to learn about the art of journalism. While this wasn’t her specialty, she’s been around long enough to know how the things worked, or didn’t work, in his case. “They treat the eager journalists like that because they still don’t know WHAT EXACTLY HAPPENED, either. One could only imagine the pressure they’re under.” She added, resting her hand on her hip for a moment. “You can’t expect them to hand you all the answers just because you asked. It’s a long, long process, I’ll have you know.” Now, she probably didn’t need to explain it any further to her son, but she couldn’t help it; she felt as if she was inclined to do so, anyway. “Coffee’s on me -- shall we just... go in?”

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Heavy shoulders sunk as the male stood at the water’s edge, eyes staring at NOTHING as the news of what had occurred finally sunk in. Dressed in shorts and a now sweat stained t-shirt, he had paused his morning run when the news caught his attention. While Bishop wasn’t a close friend of his, he was still classed as a BROTHER when it came to being a firefighter. His loss was hard and gut-wrenching, and enough for Noah’s legs to forget how to move. After a while, he SENSED another presence nearby and he turned his head slightly.

“— How long have you been standing there?”

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“Long enough to notice there’s something wrong,” Devon answered, matter of factly, adding a nonchalant shrug just after she finished speaking. While usually she didn’t give the slightest crap about anyone who she probably had never seen before, something just made her stop in her tracks and wonder what the man in front of her was thinking about. “--- unless it’s a regular, normal thing for you to do, then I should just... GO...” and mind her own business like she definitely should have done a couple of moments earlier.

[missdontcare-x]

Fred’s famous snaps of Lana Parrilla live tweeting

[stuffedanimalpurse-deactivated2]

me, talking to a dog: you’re soft. are you even aware of your mortality? of course ur not. u pure, wholesome and sentient unselfish being. do u feel that? that’s my heart. i love you. look at those ears. here take my wallet