Lana Del Taco (
lana_del_taco) wrote in
bakerstreet2018-03-02 06:59 pm
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Come to my window
shipping meme ![]() You know the drill from every nineties movie/tv show known to man, because apparently there were no doors in the nineties: you, oh poor you, are stuck up in your room, and then, a rock is thrown at your window! Why, who would do such a thing? No, it's not some kind of burglar coming in to steal all your...private room things, it's your childhood friend from next door (who totally has a crush on you/you're nursing a crush on), your free-spirited boyfriend or girlfriend, or another rebellious love interest who has a long, long ladder and no need for conventional entrances. Why are they here? To finally confess their secret feelings for you? Give you your first kiss? Sneak you away because your parents don't approve? Maybe they have a crappy home life and just need somewhere to stay. Whatever the case may be, open those window panes and get ready for sneaking in, sneaking out, and possibly making out.
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Claire Bennet | Heroes | OTA
Chloe Price | Life Is Strange | OTA
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Reminds me I need to get some Before The Storm icons.)\o/
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leopold mountbatten | kate & leopold
He's a duke! Come on. ]
Re: leopold mountbatten | kate & leopold
Whenever he was from, electronic locks had never been encountered and he hadn't waited for her before opening the door to the balcony and hopping over the half-wall to get to the next room.
"Mister -" correcting, "Sir. That was hardly necessary, your fingerprint next to the door handle was all that was needed."
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"My fingerprint?" he repeated, in clear disbelief, but in fairness Leopold was in disbelief about this entire scenario to begin with. "Madame, I don't hope to offend, but given how little I understand of what's going on, I find it difficult to give any semblance of trust to..."
Looking around himself, Leopold gestured with his hand, wrist circling and flicking. "Any of this."
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delsin rowe | infamous: second son
Camilla Valentino | Original | OTA
Isabelle Lightwood | Shadowhunters
Ignis Scientia | Final Fantasy XV |
Can imagine Ignis receiving a gentleman at the window and being confused by it, I mean why not use the door, but he can also be the suave window guy too.]
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Let me know if anything needs changed.
Awesome <3
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Byeee, Ignis
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Leo De Luca | OC | OTA
WHAT IS THIS?? I DON'T??
Fuck it.
Heat wheedles a Bowie knife blade into the seam between two windows, flicking the latch, and pushes them open. There's the ol' boy, sitting angled away from the window. Perched on the windowsill a whole story from the ground, Heat sinks a hand into his dusty leather jacket and pulls out a pouch.
"Hey," he barks suddenly from the window, holding the pouch up in the air. He knows to punch up the volume, just in case the hearing is especially shitty today. "Special d'livery, man."
I REQUIRE NO EXPLANATION
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Meredith Morgan ★ OC
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The pinecones struck the window pane in a steady thunk, thunk, thunk. It had been a long time since college and disturbing fellow students, but he believed that the principal was the same when not wishing to wake up the rest of the household.
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helen williams | oc
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She'd spent the last seven hours hiding in the closet of the man's home. He lived alone. An easy target for a home robbery. Only it hadn't turned into just a home robbery and Helen knew that it wasn't going to be as simple as that. She'd waited in the closet, knees to her chin and shaking until the gun went off and the footsteps of the intruders as they ran for it.
Helen crawled out of the closet and into warm, red blood that had begun to pool on the hardwood floor. Her wings had slid from her shoulder blades, tearing through the fabric of her t-shirt and hoodie - she hadn't thought to wear something properly tailored - and stretched out, tense and quivering.
She took the man's hand as he lay dying; swallowing the pain and fear of ever-approaching death and taking it into herself, making her ache and suffocate. He didn't want to be alone, he didn't want to die on his own with no one caring for him. He, in turn, she surrounded in warmth and peace and light. She whispered softly to him, easing him into the end: death is safe and warm, go where you need to go. I'm here, you're not alone. You're not going to die alone, I'm here, I'm here.
He brought a hand to her face, accidentally smearing blood on her cheek. He thanked her, falling still and the hand fell away.
Helen closed his eyes, placing his hands gently on his chest. Barely able to stand, she felt dizzy and cold... so very cold. The man's death was smothering her. She had to leave. She didn't think to leave through the front door but the way she'd come in, through the fire escape. Shaking, she opened the window. It had been easier to get in this way but for some reason, the window jammed, leaving only half the space. Her hands were too wet with blood to properly shift it out.
She had to leave. She clambered through anyway, only to find herself getting stuck in the process, her wings blocking her escape. She couldn't pull them back in, she couldn't even think to. It was too soon to try anyway.
"No, no, not now." she whispered, twisting herself desperately but she couldn't quite manage. "Not now."
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scarlett langford | oc
justine ward | oc
River Tam | Firefly | OTA
Celebrian | Tolkien
Emma Swan | OUaT | OTA
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Jyn Erso | Rogue One | OTA