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꧁ CARRD | INTEREST TRACKER | MEMES | EDITS ꧂
previously doctordonovan && memoryfaded. geneticist doctor maeve don.ovan ( phds not medical / not a cop ) removed from criminal minds’ season 8, studied by birdie, she/her, 25+. rebooted 20 july 2024.
important psa, please read
Tired Sentences, Vol. 4
(Sentences from various sources for threats to and from a muse. Adjust phrasing where needed)
"I am two coffees away from having this conversation."
"You look knackered! Who's the lucky lady?"
"You're not actually going to go to bed, are you?"
"Shouldn't you be resting?"
"So, do you wait until I'm asleep until you come to bed?"
"In the few jerky seconds of sleep I do get, all I see is dark swarming behind my eyelids."
"I couldn't sleep even if I wanted to - not after all those espressos, anyway!"
"Have you got any sleep in the past few days?"
"If you're not going to sleep, you can at least eat."
"It's strange having nightmares. I never used to."
"Did you go to bed at all?"
"If you can't say anything sensible, just let me sleep!"
"You can imagine how much sleep I've got in the past few days, considering your request."
"Is that how you're staying awake?"
"It's sleep deprivation. I actually am going mad."
"Get some sleep. You're no use to me like this."
"If you insist on living like a nocturnal animal, at least be civil enough to hide your tracks!"
"You know I have trouble sleeping with one side of the bed empty."
"Do you want to know how many hours I've been awake? 87 hours!"
"You slept all night in that chair again, didn't you?"
"You look tired. You should get some sleep."
"I'm trying to sleep; can you stop ringing my damn phone?"
"Relaxation is a luxury I've never been able to afford."
"The baby knows exactly when I'm just nodding off. She can time it to the second."
"You know, you can sleep in the bed. I won't bite."
"I think you need to give yourself a break."
"I have to say, you're looking a little worse for wear."
"I don't need to take a nap. Naps are for babies."
"Honestly, I don't have the energy or the interest to continue this conversation."
"Sit down! You look terrible!"
"I don't sleep. Not much, anyway."
it was hard for andrew to read people too. but that was more because he was on the autism spectrum and occasionally had trouble understanding tone of voice or facial expressions. he always, though, knew when his family was in danger. being an attack dog had been drilled into him from childhood.
but he loved seeing how happy maeve made his family ( minus smurf, who was jealous at another woman able to fulfil any roles for her sons and grandchildren. ) j smiled at her and complimented lena's braids before dishing up plates of spaghetti for them both.
he sometimes looks at maeve like she put the sun in the sky. he's never been so happy and at peace as he is with her in his life. she helped him with lena, with the things he didn't know or couldn't do. she was a calming presence for j, who was finally able to begin healing from his mother's death.
"yeah," he nods and picks up maeve's jacket, holding it up to help her slip it on. "we can get going now."
if he was an attack dog, what did that make her? she'd never been wanted for who she was. a clever thing, something to be bragged about, never quite really a family member or true daughter. a trophy maybe. a well-trained show pony. she's tried hard to not linger in such thoughts for so long, there's nothing to be found there but sorrow.
this family was never meant to be her own. even now, maeve does her very best to keep remembering to not get too settled, to not forget that it's only meant to be a 'for now'. yet when he's so sweet, so attentive, how is she possibly not meant to forget?
she's just a young woman after all, desperate to feel the love she gives in return. whether that's a good idea or not hardly matters.
she beams when he helps her get her jacket on, taking his hand once she's in it, letting him guide her to the car as lena occupies herself by stealing all of j's attention. "you really don't need to make such a fuss of me, you know. I'd be happy with just a cafe somewhere."
ELLA PURNELL via instagram stories
❛ there is nothing left for me here. ❜ from @deficd / khan
grief comes in so many forms. she doesn't need to trust him - to like him - to feel the familiar tug of empathy in her chest. she understands it all too well, that hollowness that comes with a place that once mattered, now reduced to just... walls and halls. he's taller than her enough that it's hard to keep up with his pace, even with the grip on her arm that might as well have a warning sewn into it.
she's not sure where his people are, what has been done to them. as bad as section 31 often prove themselves to be, she doubts they would do unneeded harm in this occasion. not when it wouldn't benefit them. not when it wouldn't have maximum impact. lights still flash their warnings as they move, small pull of her arm doing nothing to release it. "I get the whole escaping thing, just really not sure I'm a great choice of shield."
꧁ maeve && being called kid ꧂
whilst I do - often - blame maeve's shyness for a lot of the ways she presents herself: in truth, from the moment the donovans started fostering her, that shyness was only used to shape her into mary's idealised version of the perfect little scientist. being a woman in the scientific community isn't an easy thing... but it's all the harder to be so very young and trying to get people to listen to the way she can see patterns and results in a way others can't.
she was 14 when she went to university, and since then she was in labs a lot of the time: young, brilliant, a quiet girl people wanted to dismiss because everything about her was threatening to them. the very thought that someone could be so smart naturally - yet still worked so hard - who would achieve more in the start of career than they had over decades.
maeve never wanted to be a threat to anyone, she just wanted to use her smarts to help people.
so whilst in general maeve doesn't care what people call her ( be it doctor, donovan, just maeve ) but she really can't help disliking being called kid. if you’re male and young and impressive kid can be a compliment... but for a young woman in the scientific field? her age was a spear, used to invalidate her, sharpened and thrust at her when they couldn’t think of anything better. she knows most people mean no harm with it but she hears it and internally expects some sort of attack to follow - just because some people mean it as a compliment or observation doesn't change how many negative connotations it's gathered over the years.
most of the time when people call her kid, it causes her to close up, to distance herself from the situation because experience has taught her it's rarely a good thing.
@lookedinfinite liked for a shippy starter!
it's movie night with the gang, all the kids and the older teens gathered in his living room, everyone either squished into the couch, piled on one of the chairs or sprawled out onto the floor - tonight's pick one of robin's cinephile classic older movies. something he barely understands and definitely loses the plot of halfway through - and next to him he notices maeve also seems to be a little lost, or at the very least definitely tired. he's not sure when it happens but eventually he feels her head droop down onto his shoulder, he just smiles softly deciding not to disturb her. eventually the movie ends, the lights come back on and everyone begins to shuffle around which seems to wake her. soft smile returns as he looks to her. "hi sweetheart, sleep well?"
her studies seem to eat up all her time: now the world isn't ending, now that they have time to breathe... it feels like she's behind when it comes to all the things she'd previously set in motion. it takes a long few moments for eyes to flicker open, small noise leaving her as she shifts up, stretching out a little where bones have grown weary from being still far too long. "sorry, must have been exhausted." soft smile comes, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek once she's confident she can actually move without creaking. "I didn't miss anything major, did I?" hell, she's not even sure how much of the film she managed to see before she'd drifted off, it'd all sort of become a blur.
"Unfortunately, this is protocol." She was not the first refugee to try and refuse help, and Graham couldn't really blame her. All of this could be a lot.
"This isn't an assumption you can't handle yourself, this is just what we've found sets people up for success here." He paused for a moment, thinking.
"If you'd like, I can send Emma for food and stay with you through processing."
so much for her hope she'd be able to slip away. later, it would be worth the effort, but for now it seemed best to just observe and learn what she could.
"whatever's easiest." it wasn't an answer - but this time it wasn't an evasion, but rather just not knowing what to do. curious eyes studying the road they were in, the style of houses around them. she'd seen plenty of impossible and weird things over the years... but this was a new one.
"so was the town already built? is it something the curse mustered up, or did it just... pop you in an existing town?"
doctor maeve donovan - geneticist, professor, survivor with three phds. as saved from the male narrative ( and criminal minds season 8 ) by birdie.
“Not good enough.” The words were out before he could stop them, and wincing, Carter amended, “I-I mean…regardless of how much you own, I don’t think it’s a good idea, Maeve. It’s not safe to take on a gamble like that. Not with your life.”
Glancing over his shoulder at the door — it was still closed, and no one in the hall was paying them the slightest bit attention — Carter hesitated before looking back at her again, his expression earnest as he offered, “I could take you? Granted, it would be highly unprofessional, but I can’t in good conscience let you go on your own…not when something could happen. Not when I could prevent it. It’s my job to keep you safe.”
Perhaps not in the traditional sense, since he should realistically be calling the cops to get involved, but Carter had a maddening need to do things on his own. If he couldn’t lay eyes on her and see the task through, he didn’t believe everything would turn out safely on her end.
“We don’t have to ride over together,” Carter was quick to promise. “You’ll be able to keep your autonomy and privacy…I’ll just drive behind you, and then stay in the parking lot until I see you drive off again.” Here, he raised a hand as though swearing an oath. “Scout’s honor…even if I never actually was a scout.” He chuckled. “Hopefully, I haven’t completely discredited myself.”
honestly, if she wasn't so exhausted, she might want to laugh. it's almost comical how tragic everything has become, how ridiculous it proves itself to be time and time again. she'd never even been that into bobby at the start - but so many mutual friends had told her that her worries were in her head. that bobby was out of her league, she just needed to stop being so overly worried about everything.
not that it'd done her any good. here she was, bruised, covered in cuts. drained beyond belief. discussing the logistics of leaving bobby with a stranger who didn't sign up for hearing any of the dramas going on in her life. but what else was she meant to do?
"you don't need to worry." she cut herself off - she wasn't his problem - but they both knew that. and it wasn't as if maeve could genuinely say that she had anyone else to turn to... the few friends she had left that bobby hadn't cut off, they were all bobby's friends too.
soft sigh left her, clealy pensive as she glanced away. considering the offer, processing it all. it was hard to know what to do: to break a lifetime of practice and learn how to actually accept aid when it was offered. quietly chewing on the inside of her cheek. it wasn't a no, not yet. "I don't want to inconvenience you. I don't have much to grab, it should be fast."
— Uma Thurman (via lunamonchtuna)
"Let me walk you home" from @divinetenebris / fawn
young woman takes a minute, still focussed in trying to get her hair down from tight bun, plucking little metal hairclips from newly released curls. she knows her adoptive mother loathes it - how she splits her time between her studies and her time doing ballet, how mary donovan truly doesn't believe anything but her classes and her research is worth her time. genius is hard work, she's been told a million times, thousands of hours of work that have so much more value than natural skill or one good idea. there's no room for enjoyment when trying to be the best.
but she smiles so brightly here, as she finishes dropping things into her bag and catches up with acrobat. "how did the lyra lesson go? is your student any better?" it's buying herself more time, delaying going back to empty apartment to all the work she needs to get done.
okay but what if someone plotted with me for maeve's historical verse (or helped me with my barebones ideas for her HOD / GOT verse)
huh
STAR TREK: STRANGE NEW WORLDS - S2E2 Ad Astra Per Aspera
acceptable. for a mourning period. the idea grew disgust in arthur like others might cultivate a garden of love. or appreciation. something slow and easy at first before sprouting up in numerous ways. as he grew closer with maeve, he could not help his repulsion at the ways she seemed to be treated. or talked about. others might have had worse rumors, but all that served to do was make him more angry at those as well. arthur was not the type to want justice per se. that tune though was turning.
"or maybe it is them realizing that they have a woman in front of them with enough good attributes to fill one of these books up." a more clever and confident man might be able to make light of that compliment. something following it up like 'only one of the small ones though.' but arthur wasn't really either.
"or maybe my good words of you have begun to spread properly. who is to say."
small laugh leaves her at compliment, a pretty sound that has become much rarer over recent years. they both know the truth - the reality - of her situation. there's only so long widowhood can be a shield between her && the expectations for her age are to marry again. she has no children, no sons. as kind as bobby's uncle is... one day, he will die, and she will be left with nothing. but it will take a brave, or stupid, man to be willing to marry her with how her last marriage went.
she's lucky really. all the whispers about her are limited: that she's the quiet sort, that she will have to remarry, that she's lucky she's pretty. "well maybe you should start insulting me around the ton. just to even things out." her little smile was playful, glancing at him through her mask.
"in truth, it seems silly to me. half the men of the ton will avoid me because of my record." two years and no child before being widowed was hardly a shining endorcement. "half are simply... curious. or struggling rather dearly to find a better wife."
