is that ironic?

ind & private 3rd probation worker from misfits    ━    written by schiff

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THE  PROBATION  WORKER ?    

                                 ⟶   #OTHEIRONY

welcome to my indie,   private  /  mutuals only   MISFITS’  shaun merton .    endured by schiff .    they / them .    no minors .    low activity (  seriously  ) .     est.  jan ‘16

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me hating container themes vs me using the same graphics and themes as in 2016

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currently not here,  find me on @beneviolencia where i have a no canon only vibes curtis but no shaun.  i’m bad at running multiple blogs okay

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guess who just remembered i have this blog.  it me.  oopsie

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fxckingmoran​  =  S E B A S T I A N   M O R A N

           Sebastian watches Shaun for any hint of anything but there’s fuck all going on there. Every now and again he thinks he spots a reaction but it disappears as quickly as it arrives. Doesn’t help that their surroundings aren’t exactly warm and homely. Be different if he could take him to the pub and get him pissed. That might loosen him up a bit.

             “Yeah well, he’s good at covering it up. I’m sure you see plenty of lying in your line of work.” It’s a weak attempt to move the conversation on but at this stage Sebastian wants out of the place as quickly as possible. It smells like fucking piss. “Start with the dead kid. Was it one of your lot?” He sits up in the chair, in an attempt to look somewhat official. He probably should be taking notes to really sell the charade but that was more effort than he’ll be paid for. 

❝      you  have  the  case  file .      ❞  

                          IT’S  UNSURPRISINGLY  EASY  to  ignore  the  comment  about  lying  in  his  line  of  work .    one  would  need  to  give  a  shit  for  it  to  properly  affect  but  on  the  other  hand,    the  more  this  guy  talks,    the  less  willing  shaun  finds  himself  to  reply .    it’s  an  odd  feeling  under  pale  skin  and  for  a  moment  caution  sits  heavy  on  his  shoulders .       ❝      wasn’t  exactly  weird,    was  it  ?      ❞      

                             long  fingers  reach  for  a  pen,    it’s  of  no  use  for  now  and  he  chews  on  it  instead,    but  when  he  talks  again  the  disinterested  drawl  is  shadowed  by  the  tiniest  hint  of  irritation .    oli’s  death  shouldn’t  be  new  information  considering  the  shit  ton  of  paperwork  shaun  had  gone  through .      ❝      just  some  hippie  kid. it  was  his  first  day  and  he  got  gunned  down  by  a  loony  with  a  video  game  obsession .      ❞    

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HEY AN UPDATE,  FRIENDS: 

FROM THE 19TH TO THE 23TH I’LL BE VISITING MY FAVE @scariemovie​ .  so no activity in that week but i’m currently working on filling my queue with threads and fun stuff so you cuties won’t miss me too much .

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fxckingmoran​  =  S E B A S T I A N   M O R A N

              Sebastian steps into the office, pushing the door shut. His hands adjust the front of his suit, unbuttoning it as he sits down opposite the probation worker. His lips curl faintly upwards. People always trust someone in a suit. 

          “Yeah, just following up with some more questions. You know yourself, have to tick off the boxes - ‘Procedure’ and all that.” He lets out a short sigh, eyes rolling upwards as if to say ‘Fuck procedure’. “The first lad that interviewed you has a drinking problem” Probably not necessary but Sebastian’s enjoying the extra flair it’s adding to his lie. “Just need to follow up in case he didn’t ask the right questions or take down the information correctly. Don’t worry, it won’t take too long.” Sebastian gives what he hopes is an encouraging smile. In truth, he doesn’t even know where to start. Jim had been vague enough with his instructions. As usual. “Why don’t you start by telling me what you know about the weird shit going on around here?” Not his best angle but it’s all he’s got to work with for the moment. 

 ❝      mhhmm.      ❞  

                            FOR  A  LACK  OF  ANYTHING  BETTER  to  do,    he  just  listens  for  now .    from  time  to  time  the  tiniest  hint  of  a  reaction  flashes  across  bored  features  but  in  the  end  his  face  remains  a  mask .    there  is  something  akin  to  suspicion  living  inside  his  head,    an  ugly  little  creature  that  whispers  venom  about  a  man  who  sells  his  co-workers  out  like  that .    it’s  quite  obvious  that  there  is  a  difference  between  the  lives  of  shaun  and  moran  but  hey,    snitches  get  stitches .    he  doesn’t  get  paid  enough  to  deal  with  this  guy’s  problems  as  well .

❝      didn’t  seem  like  he  had  a  drinking  problem  to  me .      ❞  

                            on  the  other  hand,    he  is  supposed  to  help  rehabilitate  those  kids  and  failure  reflects  badly  on  him,    might  cause  more  issues  than  they’re  worth  it .    a  pause .    he  clicks  his  biro,    once,    twice .    if  this  is  a  test  from  higher  up  he  is  fucked .      ❝      you  gotta  be  more  specific  here .    you  mean  the  disappearances  or  the  dead  kid ?      ❞    

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SHAUN  MERTON  IS  AS  STRAIGHT  AS  HIS  POSTURE  THANKS  FOR  COMING  TO  MY  TED  TALK

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fxckingmoran  =  S E B A S T I A N   M O R A N

         Sebastian’s nose wrinkled as he stepped into the community centre. What a fucking kip. Nothing moved in London without Jim Moriarty knowing about it and this was no different. He’d heard about probation workers going missing and some generally weird bullshit happening and being the nosey fucker he was, he had to send his sniper down to suss it out.

              He moved down the hallway, making his way to the office. Reaching up he knocked twice on the door frame, allowing a moment before stepping inside. “Shaun Merton?” Mightn’t be all that bad, at least this probation worker was a handsome fucker. Unlike some of the ugly bastards Jim sent him to interrogate. “Sebastian Moran. You got a minute, mate?”

                            THERE  IS  SOMETHING  ODD  about  hearing  his  name  from  an  unfamiliar  voice  but  as  the  last  syllable  fades  a  handsome  stranger  is  left  in  the  doorframe .    an  eyebrow  quirks  before  he  throws  a  long  glance  at  the  clock .    another  hour  to  go  before  he  can  leave  this  shit  hole  while  there  is  nothing  to  do  other  than  watch  kids  pick  up  dog  shit .    so  he  searches  his  mind  for  the  motivated  little  shit  he  is  supposed  to  pretend  to  be  for  cops  and  finds  nothing .    his  will  to  work  seems  to  have  left  early  and  thus,    with  forced  politeness,    eyes  wander  back  to  moran .

                            the  clock  ticks,    ticks,    ticks  and  with  the  wave  of  a  hand  shaun  beckons  the  man  in,    gestures  for  him  to  close  the  door  and  waits .    somehow  it  feels  like  a  mistake  to  be  alone  in  his  office  with  the  man .    but  as  the  quirked  eyebrow  finds  itself  higher  on  his  forehead,    interest  in  the  situation  slowly  but  surely  bleeds  out  only  to  leave  boredom  in  its  place  again .      ❝      sure,    don’t  know  why  though .    i  vaguely  remember  talking  to  a  colleague  of  yours  not  too  long  ago .      ❞        

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immortalled​  =  N A T H A N   Y O U N G

            Never in a million years had Nathan thought that he would stoop this pathetically low. No, it wasn’t the fact that he was drunk, or homeless, or probably smelled like week-old sweat and piss, it wasn’t even the fact that he was currently laying quite literally in a gutter contemplating where the fuck he went wrong.

            No, it was because he was about to call his probation worker. 

          Or rather his ex-probation worker. Which made the decision feel all the more embarrassing. 

          “Aahhh, fuck me…!” Nathan gritted his teeth, shut his eyes, held his breath, and pressed ‘call’. 

                     Ring…

                            Ring…

                                     Ring…

             STARING   AT   THE   PHONE   it’s  easy  to  imagine  a  world  in  which  he  doesn’t  pick  up .    but  it  keeps  ringing,    ringing,    ringing  and  the  lovely  caller  id  shows  up  simply  as   ❛  HOMELESS  TWAT  ❜ .    in  a  dusty  corner  of  his  mind,    the  one  dedicated  to  work,    the  name  rings  a  bell,    puts  a  face  and  curls  to  the  memory  and  thus  moves  his  hand  on  its  own .    something  like  the  THREAT  of  failure  nags  at  him,    crosses  his  mind  and  leaves  the  idea  that  if  something  were  to  have  happened,    shaun  will  be  tried,    forced  to  testify .    it  sucks  to  imagine  piles  of  paperwork  suffocating  him  despite  the  wanker  not  even  being  his  problem  anymore .

               but  there  is  also  the  chance  that  nathan  will  end  up  in  orange  again  ——   and  thus,    he  picks  up .

                                               ❝      wha’  do  you  want ?      ❞            

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list of bastards

1. my dad

2. god

3. my dad

4. my dad

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                            I’ll be right back!        I’ll be right back!        I’ll be right back!

independent   &&    selective    STU MACHER    aka    ghostface    from   scream ( 1996 ) .     funky  fresh,   canon questioning  &&   endured  by  schiff .

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i  love  this  man  wow .

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