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Mary did the combining thing. she's mary shepherd-sunderland
but i wanna be all yours <3
but i wanna be all yours <3
they're out of the shrimp ramen. i got the beef sorry
dr said 'complex carbs' are good for your stress right??? hell if i know what that means.
but he said oatmeal so i got oatmeal
but he said oatmeal so i got oatmeal
oatmeal with the little dino eggs!!
we need some joy in our lives right??
we need some joy in our lives right??
also dino nugs because they taste better
i got some veggies because i'm probably supposed to make sure you don't die from a heart attack right??
how long does physical therapy take anyway??? shouldn't i be there being your cheerleader? i'd wear a cute little outfit for you and everything
i'll just wear a cute outfit while i cook you dinner tonight <3
don't know if i can fuck you in space but I'll see what i can manage
and i love the name idea. lets do it. <3
and i love the name idea. lets do it. <3
( the doctor looked at him like adam was the biggest idiot on the planet.
thankfully he just didn’t care anymore. )
he said yes, but to go easy on it since it has a lot of sugar.
maybe oprah can get us to space. she’s been bugging me all week about filming our wedding for her tv special. what should I say?
thankfully he just didn’t care anymore. )
he said yes, but to go easy on it since it has a lot of sugar.
maybe oprah can get us to space. she’s been bugging me all week about filming our wedding for her tv special. what should I say?
i'm so tired of everything having a lot of sugar or fat. we're having pizza and don't tell him.
the greedy part of me wants her to get me a nice dress but I'm so tired of the news and tv being the third part of our relationship.
the greedy part of me wants her to get me a nice dress but I'm so tired of the news and tv being the third part of our relationship.
he still thinks I quit smoking, fuck if I’m telling him I’m eating pizza.
and yeah I know, sorry wifey…I’m trying my best to get them to back off. I didn’t realize proposing to you right after I escaped being literally tortured to death would be such a ‘hot topic’.
and yeah I know, sorry wifey…I’m trying my best to get them to back off. I didn’t realize proposing to you right after I escaped being literally tortured to death would be such a ‘hot topic’.
i think if he found out you're eating pizza after finding out you're smoking then he might not care as much.
it's because i have such a romantic as a husband <3
it's because i have such a romantic as a husband <3
[Maria sits on the arm of the couch next to where he was, putting her arm up around him as she looked down at what he had. as she listened, the answer seemed obvious. there was so much Adam was owed for what he went through. nobody had listened to her when she said something was wrong and while Maria's first thought had not been Jigsaw, it seemed obvious now. the police had been wrong and they'd royally fucked up. they must have known they did.
Maria wasn't a legal genius but she thought she knew what an easy win was.
but the problem was this wasn't going to be an easy win now was it? Adam would have to relive how much trauma? and Maria knew she'd be questioned as well. she was part of this as the woman he was marrying, not to mention as the person to report his disappearance. it had been Maria to first notice that Adam was missing and she knew it was easy to point fingers at her. both of their names would be slung through the mud. it was already happening and the court case would make it worse.
but the problem was the lost wages. Adam was being given more opportunity as a photographer due to the publicity but if he had to focus on the case then he couldn't do much work. and right now, Maria was finding it hard to work at all. since Maria had come out as Adam's wife to be, news outlets and weirdos had been camping out at the strip club. it made it hard to work at all. the owner had offered to let her work as a bartender instead of a dancer but it just wasn't the work she knew. when it came to the basics, they'd be relying on Maria and so she knew she'd have to take the bartending job. it was the best she could do because Maria knew how this world worked. Adam's wife being a stripper wouldn't do him any favors.]
Do it. Drain them dry, babe. We know the cops fucked up and they know they did, too. We can make it until you get the settlement. I'll take the bar job to get us by. Tom said the tips can get good so I'll be extra charming.
Maria wasn't a legal genius but she thought she knew what an easy win was.
but the problem was this wasn't going to be an easy win now was it? Adam would have to relive how much trauma? and Maria knew she'd be questioned as well. she was part of this as the woman he was marrying, not to mention as the person to report his disappearance. it had been Maria to first notice that Adam was missing and she knew it was easy to point fingers at her. both of their names would be slung through the mud. it was already happening and the court case would make it worse.
but the problem was the lost wages. Adam was being given more opportunity as a photographer due to the publicity but if he had to focus on the case then he couldn't do much work. and right now, Maria was finding it hard to work at all. since Maria had come out as Adam's wife to be, news outlets and weirdos had been camping out at the strip club. it made it hard to work at all. the owner had offered to let her work as a bartender instead of a dancer but it just wasn't the work she knew. when it came to the basics, they'd be relying on Maria and so she knew she'd have to take the bartending job. it was the best she could do because Maria knew how this world worked. Adam's wife being a stripper wouldn't do him any favors.]
Do it. Drain them dry, babe. We know the cops fucked up and they know they did, too. We can make it until you get the settlement. I'll take the bar job to get us by. Tom said the tips can get good so I'll be extra charming.
and don't forget lets you pick the pizza toppings. i'm honestly perfect.
( that was the problem with justice wasn't it? all the loopholes they'll have to jump through, the victim-blaming [as if it wasn't already happening given jigsaw targeted those he saw didn't value life], and all the scrutiny the two would go under. however the lawyer discussed with him that he'd work it in their favor— the work they did that society viewed as flaws would be used to explain why the police wrote them off, how despite coming from questionable backgrounds, that they loved and adored each other.
he didn't want to explain to maria just how much would be nitpicked about the two, but he's sure she could see it in his eyes and the way he nervously looked at the package. it was like a bomb was in there, waiting and hiding to explode. )
Well um that's the thing Maria, I don't know if this is good news or not but the charity and lawyer both asked me for a favor....
( speaking of work— he pulled out a set of photos that were inside the package, finally gathering the strength to open it. on them was a photo of the lawyer and two small children, and the rest were of members of the charity with a set of children who were orphans of some of jigsaw's victims. )
They said that if they're going to help me, they were wondering if you'd be open to working for them as a caregiver for these kids? The lawyer's wife died a few years back and he can't focus on them while he's working my case and the other Jigsaw victim's cases. Same with the charity, they're working themselves ragged trying to help us all out.
Apparently with a certain number of kids and a few courses, you could be given a child care giver certificate. They're willing to pay you of course...
( there was a reason he wasn't more bitter and angry, that his emotions now were more just concerned about her and her thoughts about all of this. in spite of the harshness and cruelty society had shown them both surrounding this case, good people had come forth from the woodwork and seemed genuinely vested in helping them both. they'd heard about it all— from maria being unable to work her job due to the creeps and media attention, the way the media slandered her as a 'gold-digging prostitute' who had adam wrapped around her finger, and the like. )
You can say no anytime Maria, you know this shit is rough...I don't blame you if we need to step back and go at things slowly.
he didn't want to explain to maria just how much would be nitpicked about the two, but he's sure she could see it in his eyes and the way he nervously looked at the package. it was like a bomb was in there, waiting and hiding to explode. )
Well um that's the thing Maria, I don't know if this is good news or not but the charity and lawyer both asked me for a favor....
( speaking of work— he pulled out a set of photos that were inside the package, finally gathering the strength to open it. on them was a photo of the lawyer and two small children, and the rest were of members of the charity with a set of children who were orphans of some of jigsaw's victims. )
They said that if they're going to help me, they were wondering if you'd be open to working for them as a caregiver for these kids? The lawyer's wife died a few years back and he can't focus on them while he's working my case and the other Jigsaw victim's cases. Same with the charity, they're working themselves ragged trying to help us all out.
Apparently with a certain number of kids and a few courses, you could be given a child care giver certificate. They're willing to pay you of course...
( there was a reason he wasn't more bitter and angry, that his emotions now were more just concerned about her and her thoughts about all of this. in spite of the harshness and cruelty society had shown them both surrounding this case, good people had come forth from the woodwork and seemed genuinely vested in helping them both. they'd heard about it all— from maria being unable to work her job due to the creeps and media attention, the way the media slandered her as a 'gold-digging prostitute' who had adam wrapped around her finger, and the like. )
You can say no anytime Maria, you know this shit is rough...I don't blame you if we need to step back and go at things slowly.
hey no arguments from me in that regard. I know when to bow down to my queen.
anyways I'll be home soon, promise I'll send you ten minute updates on the clock. thanks by the way...
for being there for me and not giving up. you can ask anything from me, I'll do it in a heartbeat okay?
anyways I'll be home soon, promise I'll send you ten minute updates on the clock. thanks by the way...
for being there for me and not giving up. you can ask anything from me, I'll do it in a heartbeat okay?
[ a month. it's not long, not really. before, it would have passed by in a blink, each hour day week filled with work and patients and teaching and staving off the gnawing emptiness that had begun to fill him. lawrence gordon is, was, is a doctor. a husband. a father.
a victim.
a traitor.
he had tried to go back. tried to convince everyone he needed to find that bathroom, to find adam. but no one would allow it. and he, despite the fact that he was capable of something as monstrous as permanently maiming his own body, could not fight the tide of voices telling him no. even once he was physically able, he did not go.
instead, he waited. hoped. hated himself for hoping. lost himself to the memories. shouted adam's name in the middle of the night. it was too much. that, more than anything else, was why alison left him. why she took diana and went to stay with her parents. why she left lawrence alone to rot in the hell he'd made for himself.
he deserved it, he knew.
but then - out of nowhere, a voice: adam. a ghost. alive, somehow. whatever hope lawrence had of moving on, piecing his life back together, shattered the instant he got that message. perspective. asshole. skeleton. word after word after word. each one sounded like a heartbeat, faint and stuttering but alive. alive.
and now here they are. adam sits, looking extremely out of place, on lawrence's too-plush couch, as lawrence makes coffee for them. the apartment is silent save for the sound of the spoon stirring milk and sugar into the dark liquid. he wants to shout. he wants to cry. he wants to throw himself at adam's feet and beg for his forgiveness.
instead, he clears his throat. hears himself speak, voice raspy from disuse: ]
Are you hungry?
a victim.
a traitor.
he had tried to go back. tried to convince everyone he needed to find that bathroom, to find adam. but no one would allow it. and he, despite the fact that he was capable of something as monstrous as permanently maiming his own body, could not fight the tide of voices telling him no. even once he was physically able, he did not go.
instead, he waited. hoped. hated himself for hoping. lost himself to the memories. shouted adam's name in the middle of the night. it was too much. that, more than anything else, was why alison left him. why she took diana and went to stay with her parents. why she left lawrence alone to rot in the hell he'd made for himself.
he deserved it, he knew.
but then - out of nowhere, a voice: adam. a ghost. alive, somehow. whatever hope lawrence had of moving on, piecing his life back together, shattered the instant he got that message. perspective. asshole. skeleton. word after word after word. each one sounded like a heartbeat, faint and stuttering but alive. alive.
and now here they are. adam sits, looking extremely out of place, on lawrence's too-plush couch, as lawrence makes coffee for them. the apartment is silent save for the sound of the spoon stirring milk and sugar into the dark liquid. he wants to shout. he wants to cry. he wants to throw himself at adam's feet and beg for his forgiveness.
instead, he clears his throat. hears himself speak, voice raspy from disuse: ]
Are you hungry?
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