hAH!!! Finished it! I’ve been dying to draw something for the INTL finale- but finals have made it a bit more difficult. But taadaaa!! I left all of my mushiest thoughts in the comments- but y’all. I love this story so much. Thank you @theninjamouse / @theninjawrites for everything. (AND for Oof + any other upcoming stories! ) <3 <3
“so this is how liberty dies ... with aramis hanging from the ledge of a married woman’s window”
Summary: Truly, Constance thinks, it must be a unique sight: four idiots dangling out a bedroom window in Louis de Bourbon’s perfectly nice back garden, breaking the law.
Treville’s going to kill them when he finds out.
THE TITLE IS THE BEST THING I’VE ACCOMPLISHED IN MY WHOLE CAREER SHOUTOUT TO @emilybrontay FOR HER HELP anyways this was done in an effort to feel creative whilst simultaneously writing a really dry essay on ethics. it’s definitely part of @hansolosbutt‘s modern detective (brooklyn nine nine) au. hopefully i’ve given enough context in the fic for it to actually make sense, but at this point, who KNOWS. reviews are love and sunshine and excellently placed star wars references. speaking of, it is universally acknowledged fact that modern au anne has watched pride and prejudice over 200 times and also wants to be padme amidala when she grows up.
Baudin prides herself on being good at her job.
At least, that’s what she told
Deputy Commissioner Richelieu in the aftermath of the attempted murder two
weeks ago. The Deputy Commissioner had said, “I must confess I was shocked to
hear the matter was dealt with so gracefully, Detective,” and Constance, who
perhaps had been experiencing one of Aramis’s severe bouts of utter lack of
self-preservation, had said, “I pride myself on being good at my job, sir,” in
front of Captain Treville, the bloke from Major Crimes, and someone who she
thinks might have been the DA’s assistant.
Thank God Richelieu has what
Porthos calls a right perverted sense of humor under that mustache of his, else
Constance might’ve lost her job right there for giving attitude to the Deputy
Ooooh Ooooh Oh Oh
the rain, a genius, speaking
pithiness tinkling sidewalks
inte ja ja nicht nein
a message hidden inside
the reasons to stay stuck-stuck
flake off, regenerating
a new set in seven years
but exactly like the last
the language misunderstood
oh lay li la ka ka li
(doesn’t sound quite right to me)
relentless pursuit of songs
each drop cuts through, severing
tapped impatience with failures
oh lord, dreams telegraphing
the old me, look back at dreams,
new beginnings still clinging
nothing over nothing gone
a being renewed stuck-stuck-stuck
discover my built-in spring springs
Life taking you no where?
Sick and tired of everything and yourself?
Can’t accomplish anything in life?
The solution is right in front of you.
Just sleep your problems away ,They can’t catch me in Dream Land 👉😎👉
See ya suckers hahaha
“OOOOh… oh oh ooooh oh oh ooooh…ria In else kay cee day oooh… oooh oh wee-oh ee-oh…ria in else casey dayo!”
“Actually, it’s ‘Gloria, in excelsis Deo’.”
The deep voice made you jump. Your hands jerked pulling the bag in your hands taut. Flour shot from the container shooting into the air in a white plume. The dust dotted your nose, coated your hair, and spilled on the counter. You pressed your hand to your chest where your heart had stopped. You found the source of the surprise with wild eyes. Recognizing the newcomer, you exhaled heavily sending wisps of flour spiraling outward.
“Castiel…” You peeled your hand away leaving a distinct handprint on your apron. “You startled me.