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[eternalchant]

who is gavin reed and what did he do??

ajhdsa he’s a character in detroit: become human and he’s just in general a piece of shit

[stevita]

“I just did some calculations, and I’ve been able to determine that you’re full of shit.” Nina to Travers (Not meanly obviously but as in ahah sureee)

Travers walked a wide circle around Nina, snatched a bit of stray parchment off a vacant table, and scribbled something down. “You’re a smart girl, Nina Radke...but you might have accidentally skipped a step, because my calculations are never off and I’m great at maths.” He tossed the paper back onto the table. 

“Think what you want about me, doll. It ain’t important, this life is fleeting. But you should know, you’re a swell dame, and good looking, too. Ain’t a sucker in this building who wouldn’t break necks to have you on his arm.”

[stevita]

❝ that paperwork seems awfully boring… wouldn’t i look better on your desk? ❞ - Tara to Travers

Travers was the only one left in the library, finishing his History homework late after he’d let Quidditch practice run long. He knew he’d be cutting into his homework time, but damned if he was going to let Gryffindor take the victory. 

He was struggling, and failing, to interest himself on the paragraphs in his textbook. He knew he should have been interested. The subject was Wizarding Britain’s role in both Grindelwald’s War and World War II. His people, both Wizard and Muggle, had been deeply affected by the trials of the times, and yet...he couldn’t seem to remember any of these names or dates. 

And then, along came another distraction. 

Travers tucked his book and his unfinished essay into the desk drawer. Giving Tara a quick once-over, he said, “I believe you would, doll, I believe you would. But, it’s still worth testing the hypothesis...” Standing, he reached across the desk, took her hand, and led her around the desk so she could sit with her legs on either side of him. He brushed her silky hair off her shoulders and looked down into her face. Her makeup was immaculate--he wondered if she’d just done it up in anticipation of going out to party, or if she’d just redone it after some mischief in somebody’s dorm. 

“So, what has everyone’s favorite big-business heiress been up to today, hmm?” Usually, he was intimidated by talking to rich folks. There were a couple of exceptions--Liesel, for instance, who liked to act the provider without showing any pity, and Darius, who’d been down to earth about it. 

And Tara--she didn’t care how much money you had in the bank, as long as she got her pleasure in the end. That was the kind of girl he liked. 

[stevita]

“I am Lara Dolohov and you prob’ly never heard my name.” ok but Lara to Antonin.. not realizing it's him..

Antonin was absolutely shocked. The blonde beauty before him took his breath away. He recalled a passage out of Liesel’s fake diary, which she had planted in the furnace in his office to convict him: I feel as though every day is Sunday and there’s glitter exploding in my heart. I’m in love, love, love, love, love. 

“Mein Gott,” he muttered. “I swear, you look just like my Madison.” 

[stevita]

“Do you think anybody will miss me?” Oliver to Clae

“Well, I’d miss you, and I think my opinion is pretty important,” said Clae as she led Oliver up the steps to his apartment. “But you’re not going anywhere; this isn’t an overdose. I’d know.” 

Not that she’d ever seen anybody overdose before, unless you counted the time she’d poisoned a schoolmate for making fun of ‘that weird fetish chick your father used to date’. 

But when you grew up finding your mother’s empty bottles of opium cough syrup in random places throughout the house, you learned to read up on the symptoms, just in case you ever had to save her life one day. 

She got them past the lock with a simple spell and laid him down on the living room sofa, on his side, to keep his airways clear. 

She disappeared into the kitchen, returning a few minutes later with a hot bowl of soup. She set it on the end table and said, “You need to hydrate, and you’re freezing cold.” She sat down next to him and for a few minutes, she just stroked his hair and tried to reassure him that everything was going to be alright. Then, she asked softly, “What all did you take?” 

She had an idea her mother had offered him some dope out of her personal stash, but Clae needed to know if there was anything else. 

[stevita]

❝ I thought the punishment usually came after the crime. ❞ Hailey to her darling mother

It seemed Hailey had something to say about it when she came downstairs to find Denise, clad in a tracksuit, not serving breakfast. “Punishment? Dear, this isn’t a punishment. I just think we all went a little overboard last night at dinner, and we could all do to cut back this morning to make up for it.” 

Last night, that blooming Dolohov girl had invited herself over for dinner--and brought along her three siblings. Denise didn’t even know she’d had three siblings. She’d been forced to cook far more than she’d planned to for the guests, and while she was able to control herself when it came to picking her portions, her children had disappointed her--Hailey less so, but that’s why Denise was going to let Rob deal with Phillip. He had the firmer hand about these things, physically, at least. Denise’s big power-weapon was her artful skill at guilt-tripping, and that worked much better on her daughter than her son. 

“Now, go on and put on your tracksuit. We can go for a run in the park together, what do you say to that? A little mother-daughter bonding time. I’m sure your brother and father will find something to do.” 

[stevita]

“i just want to be numb, i don’t want to feel anything.” Lina brotp

“For once, I know exactly what you mean,” said Liesel, watching the trio of guffawing Gryffindor bitches walk off onto the grounds. 

Previously, Liesel had been enjoying a relaxing, innocent study break under a tree with Nina and Kiera--well, okay, it hadn’t been that innocent. For one, Liesel had had no intention of returning to her Arithmancy homework. She’d simply handed it off to Phillip and promised him a nice, tasty slice of chocolate cake if you’ll just copy your answers onto mine. For another thing, there were cigarettes and Firewhiskey, courtesy of Kiera--Nina was the only one not partaking. 

Out of nowhere, a group of girls decided to swing by and make trouble. “Well, if it isn’t the drunk slut, the basket case and the freaky fat fetishist. Freaks would stick together, wouldn’t they?” Before they’d left, they decided to dump cups of yogurt on Liesel and company. 

Suddenly, she wanted something a little stronger than whiskey. 

“You want numb? Come with me, I’ve got you covered.” 

She led the girls back to her dorm in the dungeons, passing Danny Callaghan in the corridor on the way. “Is this what it fucking feels like?” she muttered.

“No,” said Danny, “but thanks for asking.”

What did Danny know? Liesel had yogurt in her goddamned hair. 

Upon arrival, Kiera passed out drunk almost immediately. Liesel cracked open her trunk in the corner and took out a mortar and pestle, a pipe, and a small burlap sack full of dried, black vines. She turned back to Nina and smirked. “You ever smoke Devil’s Snare before?” she asked. “This stuff’ll take you all the way down. Bottom of the ocean down. You won’t feel or care about a single thing.” 

[stevita]

“Are you really gonna leave without asking me the question you’ve been dying to ask me?” Baxter to Lise (OH GOD IF SHE CONFRONTS HIM TO FIND OUT IF HE REALLY DID??)

Liesel turned on her heel. She had been going to just try and figure it out herself, but when Baxter gave her the opportunity, she figured, might as well hear it from his own mouth. 

“Last night, Nina was at my party...well, she didn’t want to go, but I like to have people I actually like at these things, so I more or less dragged her. It was a pool party, we used Regulus’ password to get into the Prefects’ bathroom to use that giant tub, you’ve heard of the giant tub, right? Anyway, Nina didn’t want to go swimming, but some jackass in Ravenclaw pushed her in for a lark...and as I was helping her out of the pool and out of her dripping wet sweater, I noticed some...strange bruises on her arms.” 

Her eyes had wandered as she spoke, but now, she looked straight back at him. “Any idea how they got there? I mean, you are so protective of her, I assume you would know these things.”