( PROFESSOR HIGGINS. )

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dreamcrboy:

            ❛ Well some of ‘em say it’s ‘cause me hair, some say it’s ‘cause me voice, & others – well, ‘ow awfully ironic is this – some say it’s because of me brains. ❜ Easily irritable people have always been John’s most favorite to target, but this one has quickly become one of his favorites. Everything about him, from attire to speech, makes him the enemy in John’s mind, & the pleasure the Liverpool takes from driving him up the wall is unspeakable. ❛ They cry fer me ye know? Ye probably get that too, aye, crying? Pity tears from women all startin’ with the nurse that delivered ye? ❜

               Henry prizes himself on his eloquence--- of course he does, he’s a professor of linguistics, but he’s sufficiently pissed (in terms of being annoyed, and in terms of being drunk) to let the following words escape his mouth. ❝ Why don’t you just go FUCK yourself? ❞ He’s capable of better than this, he knows it, but at the moment, he just doesn’t care, because he’s so annoyed with this Scouse son-of-a-bitch who thinks he’s better than everyone else.

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bonhcmme:

     “Yes.” Which doesn’t offer much comfort at all. With a second scrounging among his acquaintances, he dredges up a brief hope. “Well… maybe. But I can’t contact them, sorry. It’d be all down to providence if I did.” Or luck. He gets all kinds at the café, only without taking phone numbers or addresses. The minor distraction of a cigarette sounds good right about now. He reaches out, draws back, then nods decisively. “Sure, if you have a lighter. I’ve quit.” Or more accurately, he had quit.

              ❝ Christ. ❞ Judging by his facial expression, he’s not happy at this man’s revelation, but of course, Jamie has no one to blame but himself for being so careless. ❝ Well, here you are anyway. ❞ He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and offers one to the stranger before taking one for himself, and lights both their cigarettes up. ❝ Alright, well, I’ve got another question. ❞ Sort of indiscreet to be asking a stranger on the street this, but whatever, Jamie’s sort of desperate at the moment. ❝ Do you know anywhere I could buy, uh, marijuana? ❞

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@sapphiism​

               ❝ Please don’t tell me you’re an English teacher--- not with that absolutely hideous accent of yours.❞

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mcneyhoney:

    a pout, she rolls her eyes.  “ oh well. better to have almost loved and lost than —- whatever. you been married before? what makes you so against it? “

               ❝ There was--- ❞ Cue a sigh and a shrug of the shoulders from him. ❝ There was a girl, but it ended up in the shitter.❞

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someone: i love you

my damaged ass: haha, no you don’t

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claraosiwald:

             THOSE STATS DIDN’T HELP  but they had to start somewhere. She straightened, dropping the chalk on to his desk for the time being.  ❝  Right, sorry: it’s Clara. Chuffed to meet you, Mr Higgins.  ❞  Clara didn’t mean to sound dismissive but she’s guilty of being a bit  rude  when distracted.  (  Not nearly as rude as her partner in crime but there’s a correlation all the same.  )  Her eyes scanned the books about the place before abruptly turning back to him.  ❝  You have roll books, right? A record of who’s in and whatever— Can you get those out for me?  ❞  If they were digitalised all the merrier but she wouldn’t hold her breath.

              ❝ Professor Higgins. ❞ He couldn’t help but correct her in that respect (shit, he spent all that time in university for a reason), and her curt reply was the cue for a roll of the eyes from him. Still, though, Henry wanted to get her out of there as soon as possible, and he obliged by pulling one of the drawers of his desk open. “Messy” didn’t even BEGIN to describe his desk--- it was like they’d marched an entire battalion through there. ❝ Must be in there somewhere. Who are you looking for? ❞ It wasn’t as if he bothered to learn the names of his students.

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pseudosed:

“I would begin with curbing the malice in your voice every time you refer to her as ‘flower girl’, Professor.” Cigarette held out and ashed at the end of her sentence. Punctuation, she wouldn’t hear anything opposing the initial statement. “Try visiting her stall, supporting her beyond the confines of her voice. She’s… destitute, I assume, buy her a meal.”

               ❝ No, I--- ❞ He paused for a good thirty seconds as he relived the memory of her smugly telling him that she was going to marry Freddy. (Freddy! That fool! That bastard! Henry couldn’t believe it!) ❝ She’s not destitute. She’s with someone else now. ❞ And he hated that fact more than anything else. ❝ He’s an ass. ❞

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sxurmilksea:

             ❝ Woah, woah, WOAH there, buddy! Don’t go off hand saying I’m the one being unreasonable and pulling my band up like I’m being snooty! You might be the one yelling at me, but I will fucking yell back! ❞

               He probably deserved an award or something for managing to push George Harrison to the point of shouting. ❝ Okay, just calm down. ❞ Henry had lowered his voice to a regular speaking volume, although he was obviously still agitated. ❝ Just tell me what you’d come here for. ❞

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claraosiwald:

               ❝  Hmm.  Yeah, I shouldn’t think that’ll be necessary.  ❞  Clara helps herself to a piece of chalk, marking an ‘x’ on the ground upon where the readings from the screwdriver were the strongest.  [  They weren’t really  readings  though, were they? It was a psychic link, she wasn’t look at any words but-  details, details.  It’s not even a screwdriver.  ]   ❝  Actually, you could help me by telling me roughly how many students and staff come here; this room specifically.  ❞ 

               He watched her draw the crosses, wondering what the hell he’d just set himself up for, but Henry was also smart enough to keep his mouth shut for the time being. ❝ I don’t know--- I’ve got four classes of about fifty students each here on alternate days, but I don’t know who else uses this room on Tuesdays and Thursdays. And--- I’m not trying to nitpick, but I don’t even know your name. ❞

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pseudosed:

    “Of course, no one blames you for the invention of human emotions. However, while you walk this earth, I will say that making flower girls cry goes a bit past harsh. Funny, but harsh.”

              He was about to argue further about why he wasn’t at fault for Eliza crying over stupid things, but Henry quickly figured that was useless. ❝ Alright--- well, if you think so, what can I do besides apologize? I mean, I don’t want her to go away... least of all to that snivelling git, Freddy, but I won’t apologize to a flower girl. ❞

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little-murderer:

   “Have you seen anyone INTIMIDATING walk in here recently?”

              ❝ Intimidating? No. I don’t pay much attention. Why? ❞

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dreamcrboy:

               This man reminded John so much of the prime & proper boys who attended Quarrybank high school alongside him. He treated John with the same kind of disdain those boys had given him & as a result, John was doing just as he had then: relishing in it. He didn’t care about this man’s petty opinion of him, not one bit. ❛ Well, no Mim doesn’t like leather much either, but I was always fascinated by it. Ye should see the collection ‘amburg has – aisles full of the material! Even got panties, if y’er into t’ that, but I suppose y’er not, Sir.  Ye probably don’ see much of those – panties – do ye? ❜

               ❝ That’s none of your bloody business. ❞ Alright, that was great, now he had some bloke who thought he was some hotshot making fun of his ability (or lack thereof) to get laid. ❝ That has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that you’re acting like a complete idiot right now. Christ. I can’t imagine why girls like YOU. ❞

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someone: *misinterprets my favorite character and characterizes them Badly*

me:

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mcneyhoney:

        “ tsk, what a shame. i really thought i had a shot this time. well, you got any other friends? dog lovers this time – “

              ❝ Not really--- there’s just me, and I’m not big on marriage. Sorry, love, but it looks like you’re out of luck. ❞

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claraosiwald:

           SHE’S A TEACHER TOO,  has made jokes of a similar vein herself so it doesn’t faze her as much as it would most people.  ❝  Shouldn’t take too long if you  help.  ❞  Clara pockets the screwdriver and points to the door.  ❝  Lock up, will you? Should be done in time for class but there’s always some that arrive early.   ❞

              ❝ Yeah, alright. ❞ He doesn’t really appreciate the presence of this stranger in his classroom, but whatever, he’s had to deal with worse things in his life. Henry does as he’s told, before leaning against the wall and folding his arms. ❝ I’ll help with anything short of being a human lightning rod------ I’ll have to volunteer my friend for that one. ❞

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bonhcmme:

     English as a tongue is more difficult to wrap his head around. At first he thinks that must be it. The words’ meanings have eluded him. But gradually it seeps through. As a whole they don’t make sense. Does he look like someone who knows… well, any models? He wants to help, that’s his instinct, but— “Not really. And anyway, this is a big city, monsieur. You have nothing but a first name?”

              ❝ No--- I’m sorry, it’s... uh, it’s a tough situation to be in, isn’t it? ❞ He asks rhetorically, trying not to let his nervousness come through. ❝ I mean, offhand, do you know any models? Or do you have any friends who might know any models? It’s... worth... a try, isn’t it? ❞ At this point, Jamie has to reach for his cigarettes to calm himself down, because he’s going to be in a lot of shit if word gets out about this. ❝ Um--- would you like a cigarette, too? ❞

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sxurmilksea:

             ❝ If you never raise your voice, then why are you SCREAMING? ❞

              ❝ You’re just being UNREASONABLE! God! I don’t care if you’re from that fucking beetle band or whatever, that doesn’t give you the right to be like THIS! ❞