finished my work with one of the classes today, i’ll still be part of their lessons until my internship ends but I won't be the one teaching them like I have.
anyways they fucking loved the assignment we worked with, and they thought I did good with my teaching, and one of them wrote to me just now to say that they liked having me as a teacher, please hold a sec while I try not to cry,
how do people do this. ive had these kids for 3 (THREE) weeks and im already so attached to them, they're such a funky bunch. some day im gonna be the mentor to a class and they'll graduate and I'll be crying my tits off, won't i.
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Alter Ego
Detectives Beilschmidt and Kirkland in the Homicide department have their work cut out for them when a body appears. With no real leads or clues, it's only a matter of time before the numbers increase and the case starts to get out of hand. But with it, so do their lives and the city around them. No one—nothing—is safe. Not until the killer is caught.
But at what cost will the denouement come?
[ full fic on ao3; cheeky snippet below! ]
rating: explicit ⠀ chapters: 44/44
Friday 13th March. 23:46pm.
Sleeping alone always felt a little strange. Gilbert supposed he had gotten used to it here and there, just as he had gotten used to falling asleep with someone there and waking up to cold sheets, or falling asleep on his own and waking up to cosy, domestic warmth. Gilbert had never thought that he'd come to like such a warmth when he was younger. Now, at twenty-nine years old, he relished in the moments when there were two of them.
He and Antonio had to do this odd dance of sleeping and waking often. Antonio was a paramedic—an Advanced Emergency Medical Technician, he had said with pride when he passed the qualification a year prior—and received a whole variety of shifts that could fall at any time of day. The things he saw in the span of a ten-hour shift were horrific. It was amazing how he was always so cheerful. But Gilbert worked for the Homicide Department in the city police force, so he supposed he didn't often see much better. What a thing to compare, how many dead people did you see today? No thanks.
It was work, nonetheless, that had woken him. His phone buzzed on the bedside table with a name on the display that was growing more and more familiar, stirring him from his light sleep. The screen also told him it was still Friday. Once upon a time, he’d be out on a Friday night, not trying to get to sleep... Gilbert answered the call and was met by the stern, astute voice of his superior, his boss: good old Basch.
"What time do you call this, boss?" Gilbert joked with a light heart as he got up from bed and prepared to throw back on the clothes he had recently discarded.
Basch was much less amused, but Gilbert wasn't surprised. "I call it midnight. And you're needed," came the reply. That only meant one thing, and it was never good news for anyone—even if it was what Gilbert was paid to do. "A body has been found. Anna's here already. I've sent the location to your phone so I expect to see you promptly."
"Roger that," Gilbert said. "Is Kirkland coming, too?"
"I am yet to call him, but you're currently blocking the line, Beilschmidt."
"Ah."
The Prussian (only on his mother's side) apologised with only a small degree of sincerity and promptly hung up the call. It would be a bad idea to annoy Basch before he even got to the crime scene. He dreaded to think of the face he'd have slapped on him when he showed up. God, it wasn't even a new day and he was already done with people…
As he stumbled around and tried to distinguish trouser from jacket from t-shirt (harder than it sounded, he soon found out), Gilbert wondered what the scene would actually look like and how serious this call-out was. He had only been part of Homicide for a few months, and the department itself was a notably small one, with only four permanent detectives and Anna, who worked in forensics, essentially having to babysit them all each day. Not that she seemed to mind. She was used to dealing with kids.
But, even so, they were lucky that the city didn’t often require them for big cases. At that moment in time, half of the permanent team was already busy in clearing up some of the cold cases, the unsolved killings that had been lying in dust-smothered boxes in the old archive room… That was the reason he had been called, he supposed. The other team was busy deciphering twenty-year-old reports, and he was being summoned from the cosy, warm confines of his bed.
No one had said this job was going to be easy.
When he eventually got to the car and turned it on, the screen inside lit up with an angry orange hue and screamed at him: 23:58pm. 13.03.2020. Friday the 13th. What an unfortunate date. Certainly unlucky for someone… But Gilbert entered the address sent to him by Basch into the navigation system and wasted no time in setting off, quietly pulling out of the communal parking lot of his apartment complex and onto the main road.
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i was tagged by @trans-asmodeus in this SUPER AWESOME song title q&a!! thank u charlie xoxo mwah
choose an artist you like and use the names of their songs to answer these questions as closely to the truth as possible!
ARTIST CHOSEN: FALL OUT BOOOOOOOY (ofc)
what is your gender? i don't care
describe yourself: reinventing the wheel to run myself over
how do you feel? champion
if you could go anywhere, where would it be? just one yesterday
who is/describe your best friend: the last of the real ones
your favourite time of day: golden
if your life was a tv show, what would it be called? lake effect kid
what is life to you? the kids aren't alright
relationship status? miss missing you
what do you fear? heaven's gate
i'm gonna tag uhhh @thnksfrthmmrs @thekidsarentalright @clandestine-rabbit @the1312daysofchristmas @softnsquishable @infintyonhigh @omegalomania @ibidflash @whimsagoth @setting-in-a-honeymoon and EVERYONE ELSE who wants to play :)!!
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