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blackswaneuroparedux · 9 months
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No, that is the great fallacy: the wisdom of old men. They do not grow wise. They grow careful.
Ernest Hemingway
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wejustvibing · 1 year
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happy sunday 🙌🏾
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storiesofsvu · 2 years
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Cautious Masterlist
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Olivia Benson x fem!reader Summary: Olivia comes into work to find one of her detectives off their game and her suspicions come true when they pop up at the hospital the next night injured. Olivia helps her through it, giving her a safe space to live until the trial is over and feelings start to blossom, the only question is are they one sided? or will this ordeal spark love? Warnings: language, mentions of physical assault, SVU type case work, fluff, lots of comfort. All warnings tagged on specific chapters appropriately.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Series completed!
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Don’t overshare. Not everyone has ur best interest.
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midnightfreedom · 29 days
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" The brave may not live forever,
But the cautious don't live at all."
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howifeltabouthim · 6 months
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. . . he never spoke without considering the impact of his words with exquisite care.
Chris Kraus, from I Love Dick
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the-travelers-hub · 1 year
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Airheaded: If you put a milkshake in one yard and crack a cold one in another yard, which yard would the boys go to?
Main Hero: Schrödinger's boys
Cool: FUCK
Energetic: What about cracking open a cold milkshake?
Scientist: As we all know, the milkshake brings the boys to the yard. The presence of the boys is a prerequisite for the cracking open of a cold one, but cold ones do not have any inherent boy-attracting abilities. Milkshakes, however, do. All else being equal, the boys would proceed to the milkshake yard. While it is possible to announce the presence of cold ones in the hope of attracting some boys, the pull of the milkshake is much more powerful by comparison.
Cautious: Mind you, all of this nonsense hinges on whether or not the boys are back in town
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questionablealibi · 10 months
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my interest has been piqued. how does stanley react to other stanleys?
Despite having equal precautions - Stanley trusts other Stanleys quicker than he would to Narrators! Or- maybe the more fitting explanation is that he warms up faster towards Stanleys.
It's probably because it usually doesn't take too long for him to gauge out what and who that Stanley really is - since he already had a sort of expectation- a foundation of what a Stanley's behaviour could be. Like key characteristics!
He knows that a Stanley would definitely have a tendency to be rebellious, to be provocative, etc etc. While on the other hand, he has no idea what the Narrators have as key characteristics.
And he's less distant to Stanleys as well, during the first meeting! Elias is more keen on approaching Stanleys first than their Narrators for the exact reason.
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mishapen-dear · 4 months
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Bad, muted: “I need to be on my toes”
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dk-thrive · 4 months
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You were that way from the beginning. When you saw an opportunity to succeed, you took it. You knew how great you were—you were ruthless about it. That’s what I most admire in you. You never look back. You commit to be great and become even better. Me? I always look back. I am a pillar of salt.
— Isle McElroy, People Collide: A Novel (HarperCollins, September 26, 2023)
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badmiitopiaideas · 2 years
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There’s a lot of Stubborn Mii slander here, which is understandable, but let’s add some balance:
Kind characters will be unable to take an action every other turn if a quarrel is happening because they’re too busy being worried about it.
Energetic characters have a faster walking and running speed than the others and if they manage to go fully offscreen during a walking section the rest of the party gains resentment.
Cool characters insist on going the more dangerous path and this will be final if the main character is not present.
Airheaded characters get distracted by winning and forget to follow the party afterwards, getting lost.
Laid-Back characters will sometimes just… spend money without you knowing.
Cautious characters will not get any sleep some nights, being too busy checking for hidden traps in the inn.
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storiesofsvu · 2 years
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Cautious Ch 1
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Warnings: Language, talk of assault
To say you were late for work was an understatement, you’d at least had the brains to send Olivia a quick text, some lame excuse as to why you weren’t there when you were supposed to be. By the time you scurried into the bull pen to your desk it was empty, everyone out in the field on calls already. You took a moment to calm your racing heart, burying your face in your hands, slowing down your breathing, focussing on the quietness of the room. You jumped when you felt a hand on your shoulder, pulling away from the contact, 
“Shit. Sorry Cap.” You gave her a weak smile, trying to avoid her gaze.
“Baker, you okay?” Her words were laced with concern.
“Yeah, fine. Just, little jumpy today.”
“Okay…wanna tell me about that nasty bruise on your cheek?” 
“It’s nothing—slipped in the shower, m’fine.” You flushed, wishing you’d been able to cover it with make up, even more thankful for your blazer covering the bruising on your arms.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I mean, it hurts like a bitch…but I’ll survive.”
“Okay…” Olivia didn’t believe you at all, first being late was something you never did, most days you were the first in the squad room, but you were clearly on edge, she didn’t want to push it. She retreated to her office, letting you work in peace. 
She’d originally come across you when SVU was working a case alongside narcotics, you were well experienced, quick witted and had no problem taking on terrifying drug lords. When she’d caught wind from your Captain that you were looking for a transfer but weren’t quite sure where, she was quick to set up lunch with you, eager to try and get you on her team. You hadn’t really known much about what made someone a ‘special victim’, and the more Olivia explained about it, the more you were intrigued. You had your own history with a sticky situation that made you more inclined to take the job, and a few weeks later you found the 16th precinct to be your new home. 
Throughout the day she kept a closer than normal eye on you, noticing that you seemed nearly panicky, the way your head would shoot towards the door every time someone walked in, you jumped when your phone rang, breaking the silence of the room. You nearly flinched when talking to Sonny as he over exaggerated a point with a swinging hand, there was definitely something going on and she wasn’t quite sure how to approach it quite yet.
When quitting time rolled around, she noticed you lingering slightly, waiting until you let out a hefty sigh, starting to pack up your things. She managed to join you in a private elevator ride, having been worried all day she’d been able to put a string of words together to not force things out of you.
“Don’t seem to eager to get home…” She began, you looked up at her, leant back against the wall of the elevator, confusion taking over your face. “Y/N…I don’t mean to pry, but..if there’s something going on at home, you know you can tell me, right?” You laughed at that, 
“Olivia, I live alone, and I highly doubt my cat is beating me.” She was at least happy to see the small smile leftover from the laugh on your face.
“Well if it’s someone who doesn’t live there, same thing applies.”
“I told you…I fell in the shower, I promise, I’m fine.” 
“Okay.” She gave you a warm smile, “Just remember I’m here for you if you need it.”
“I know.” You gave her hand a soft squeeze as the elevator pinged, making your way back to your car. 
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It was the following week, Olivia had been talking with a vic at Mercy, going over pieces of their story. Finally satisfied, she was ready to leave, especially considering it was nearly 3:30 in the morning.
“Captain!” A nurse called out as she moved through the E.R. Sighing heavily she turned around to face them.
“Another one?”
“Not sure if it’s a sexual assault yet but she asked for you specifically by name.” Olivia felt a weird sense of anxiety course through her body, it was probably just a previous victim, someone she had given her card to in the past, but she had a bad feeling as she followed the nurse around the corner to a private room. A sense of shock and rage flew through her as she entered the room, gasping at the sight in front of her,
“Y/N?! What happened?” You gave her a tearful look as her eyes trailed over your body. 
Your eye was quickly blackening, a few cuts across your face, lip split, bruising apparent around your neck, there were literal finger mark bruises on your arms, and one of your wrists was wrapped tightly in a tensor bandage. What she couldn’t see was the bruising on your side, the broken rib, the emotional turmoil you were going through.
“Liv I—“ You tried to hold back a cry, wincing at the pain in your side.
“If you’re about to try and tell me you fell in the shower again I hope you know I’m not going to believe you. And I’m not going to be as gentle about it this time. Who did this to you?”
“My…my ex…” You took a shuddering breath, whimpering through the pain it was causing your body, “Jason McKidd…”
“What happened?” Her voice was gentler now, knowing you were ready to talk, she took a light seat on the edge of your bed, examining your injuries on a closer level, her hand rubbing at your arm lightly.
“Today? Or do you want all of it now?” Her shocked eyes met yours, the pain echoing from you in a way she’d never expected. You’d always been so incredibly strong, you weren’t one to show emotion, there was a completely different side of you she’d never seen. 
“He used to hit you? When you were together?” 
“Not exactly…He—everything started off fine, I don’t even know when things started to go wrong.” You sniffled, thankful for the feel of her warm hand encasing yours, thumb rubbing encouragingly. “He started to get distant, things got…weird? I guess? He start to bail halfway through dates, disappearing in the middle of the night, always had some dumb excuse that I guess I was dumb enough to believe.”
“Was he cheating?” She asked softly, you couldn’t help but laugh at that.
“Might’ve been, who knows.” You wiped a tear away, “He was super drunk when he showed up one night, hit me, only once, I immediately kicked him out. Had to pull my gun on him to get him to actually leave…It was a few months later narcotics made a huge bust into a drug ring, low and behold, there he was…I arrested him myself..”
“He go to jail?”
“Yeah.” You took a breath, “Apparently got out early. The A.D.A. was supposed to get an order of protection but missed the early release. I ran into him on the way home last week, he was super pissed, probably drunk if not on something, grabbed me, threw me into a wall, hit me. Thankfully a uni car was rolling by and he bolted, but he must’ve followed me home or something.”
“He showed up at your apartment?”
“Yeah.” You did your best to hold back a sob, thankful for the feeling of Olivia’s arm wrapping around you, leaning against her shoulder, “He was furious, couldn’t imagine why I’d want to lock him up. He demanded I apologize for it, that I do something with my shield to make his arrest disappear and when I refused, he just started….beating me…I couldn’t get away, he wouldn’t stop..I must’ve passed out when he choked me ‘cause that’s the last thing I remember.”
“Okay…we’re gonna get him, okay?” You glanced up, tears in your eyes, lower lip trembling as you looked at your Captain.
“I’m sorry I lied last week…I just—thought it was a one time thing, didn’t think he’d have the balls to show up again.”
“It’s okay, you’re okay, you’re going to get through this, understand me?” You nodded as she gave your hand a soft squeeze, “I’m gonna grab a nurse, we’ll have to get photos of your injuries.” You gave another nod, “Did he…?”
“I don’t know…I don’t think so? I don’t…feel…like he did.”
“Are you okay if they swab just in case?”
“Yeah..” You took another shuddering breath, knowing that you being uncomfortable for a minute was more important than letting him walk on lesser charges. Olivia could sense the weakness feeling radiating from you, before she left your side, she pulled you to her, wrapping an arm around you while she gave the top of your head a gentle kiss.
“You’re not any less of a person, or any less of a detective because of this, you hear me? We’ve all been through some horrible shit, whether on the job or in our personal lives, you’ll get through this, you’ll process it, and you’ll move forward. Don’t think any less of yourself just because you became the victim, because victims are survivors, and survival means strength, okay?”
“You’re really good at that y’know?” You gave a small laugh, the smile staying on your cheeks for a moment. Olivia gave you a soft glance, smile on her cheeks before she moved from the room. You knew you were in for one hell of a long night, and that things weren’t going to wrap up quickly, you were in it for the long haul. 
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scopophilic1997 · 1 year
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scopOphilic_micromessaging_380 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.
BOO a Halloween special 2fer!
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I’ve experienced friendship heartbreak once, and I’m sure it was the last. I made a vow to myself to never get that close to anyone that’s not my romantic partner.
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whats-in-a-sentence · 25 days
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When Jane and Elizabeth were alone, the former, who had been cautious in her praise of Mr. Bingley before, expressed to her sister just how very much she admired him.
"Pride and Prejudice" - Jane Austen
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the-travelers-hub · 1 year
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"Because if a hedgehog could commune with the dead, be resurrected, run with infinite energy, and have his gospel PROPHESIZE the future- then either Sonic IS a god, or could KILL God, and I DO NOT CARE IF THERE IS A DIFFERENCE!"
- Cautious Scientist on their 37th cup of coffee for the day
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