Oct 14, 2019
“ mashed potato is vile. it’s the worst conceivable thing you could do to a potato. chips are the far superior potato and PLEASE say you agree or i’ll owe pam a tenner. ” @assuredofthis
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“ mashed potato is vile. it’s the worst conceivable thing you could do to a potato. chips are the far superior potato and PLEASE say you agree or i’ll owe pam a tenner. ” @assuredofthis
‘ find peace and build a home out of it ’
Dear Nate,I’m sorry it took a bit longer than usual to write back. There has been a lot going on through exams and things, but I was finally able to sit down and write a proper response. As cliché as it may sound, ( and believe me, I can already hear you telling me just how cliché it really is ) I have been thinking about you a lot for the last couple of weeks. I do my best not to listen to the radio or pay much attention to the news, but it seems to be everywhere. It’s like there is no escaping it anymore, and it’s hard to know if we can really trust the things they are telling us.
I’m better off just trying to drown it out.
In much better news, i’ll be visiting home in Switzerland next week. Gabrielle has offered to go with me and I think it will be a fun trip for her. For me? Perhaps not so much. They are still settling the final assets from my father’s company. They were able to find a buyer for the factory and the paperwork has to be finalized. With myself and Vivianne being the only members of his family left, we must be the ones to sign. Luckily, with the order, she is not legally allowed to be in the same room to sign the papers. However, just knowing she will be there makes me feel a little uneasy. At least now it will all be over soon. I wish you were able to go with me, there is so much that I want to show you. Perhaps we could go as a vacation in the future, if you would like.
Since you really seemed to appreciate the last box I sent, I included another this time, in lieu of my slow letters lately. I hope everything arrives in once piece this time around.
I have been keeping your last letter in the pocket of my coat. I can only make a wild guess as to how many letters we have exchanged, but I re-read this last one over and over again. I miss you a little more everyday and I am so incredibly proud of you. You are a part of my peace, and my home. I have all of those things with you, and I cannot wait to see you again.
I know you are definitely rolling your eyes at me right now because of how cheesy this is getting, but I know you’re smiling at it regardless and that’s all that matters.
I love you so much, Nate. Please be safe.
Yours, Ella
cambridge was beautiful in the spring and it sat in sharp CONTRAST with the nature of hotchner’s visit to the city. harvard's campus was pristine. white columns standing against a backdrop of red bricks. while hotch had gotten an acceptance letter for his undergraduate studies from harvard, he’d ended up going with YALE because of it was closer to hayley’s school of choice. walking the quad took him back in time for a moment, before he could shake it off and tell himself to FOCUS. the military consultant had been informed of their arrival, and aaron’s ready to get his INPUT on a few working pieces of a preliminary profile. a polite student assistant shows him to a generic conference room where his contact is waiting. ❝captain fick, thank you for meeting with me on such short notice.❞ he knows parts of this consultation will be more of an interview, and the idea that the series of murders could have anything to do with the 1st battalion, or BRAVO COMPANY, will be a hard pill to swallow. this was one of the rare occasions hotch wished he was wrong about what they’d inferred so far. ploted(ish) starter @assuredofthis
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The Doctor doesn’t like guns. Doesn’t like the damage that they do. Doesn’t like the people who carry them. Doesn’t understand why anyone would EVER want the responsibility of holding death in their hands. Of course, she’s heard people defend the use of them before, claiming that they are a necessary defense against the evil that beats down upon their very doors, but she doesn’t buy that. There are far better ways to fend off danger, and many of them don’t require the use of violence. When she lands in times of war, it’s usually an accident -- a miscalculation, a bad day, a bit of outside interference meant to distract and neutralize her -- but today, she means to be here, amidst the guns slung over shoulders and the nylon tactical gear and the weight of collective misery. She’s searching for something. Something important. A letter that would provide closure to a family who needs it. She knows that it exists, knows that it will never make it home without a nudge in the right direction, but locating it has proven to be more difficult than she had initially assumed. So she’s wandering around the base, hands in her pockets, looking more out of place than a cloud of Vashta Nerada on a sun-drenched beach. It’s a wonder she hasn’t been stopped and interrogated yet.
❝ — well, shit. ❞ they come out of nowhere, engine roaring. two rowdy hillbillies hollering and holding onto make-’em in your garage style roll bars, attached with a crap weld job to a car with the roof peeled off. there’s too much road between wes and the bag he’d left on the truck on that car a few paces back, the bag with his sidearm. his chest tightens, eyes searching for an exit strategy as the car circles around and comes to a stop in front of him. all that training and he gets caught with his pants around his ankles. they don’t say anything as they hop out, boots hitting the pavement hard. the big guy never takes his eyes off wes, a brutal looking piece of wood clenched in one fist. it’s the smaller one that approaches after grabbing up wes’ bag. it only takes a second before he’s pulling out the pistol and taking his time to look it over. @assuredofthis || starter call !
“ is that a black eye? ”
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‘ You know, if your boys have the energy to be this fucking annoying, you’re probably going too easy on them. ’ It’s said lightly, because it is meant to be a joke for the most part, but there’s no denying a particular bit of grit in Natalie’s voice.
‘ You lost ? ? ? ‘
Hell -- the war was a mess.
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