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The right person will see what a mess you can be, how moody you can get, and how hard you can be to handle. but still wants you and will still choose you over everyone else.

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angsty injury things … sentence starters

“Can you walk?”

“That looks broken.“

“That’s a lot of blood.”

“Tell me where it hurts.”

“Why are you bleeding?“

“That’s not just a scratch.”

“I thought you were dead!”

“Don’t you pass out on me!”

“Hey, hey, stay with me, ok?“

“You got hurt, again? Again?”

“Just sit up and breathe, ok?“

“Holy crap, you look like hell.”

“What happened to your leg?“

“Thank god you’re breathing…”

“You should get that looked at.”

“You can barely walk. Sit down.”

“I’m going to carry you, now, ok?”

“Is it bleeding? It’s still bleeding?”

“Where’d you get those bruises?”

“Don’t move, you’ll make it worse!“

“We need to get you to a hospital.“

“You were really hurt. Really hurt…”

“Oh, that’s going to leave a bruise.”

“How many fingers am I holding up?“

“Here, press this against the wound.”

“Here, lean on me. I’ll help you walk.”

“Hold still, I have to bandage this up.”

“Don’t move, I’m getting a first-aid kit.”

“Why didn’t you tell me it was this bad?”

“How the hell did you do this to yourself?“

“Shush, just concentrate on staying awake.”

“This is going to hurt, but I need to clean that.”

“Oh, god. Please be alive. Please still be alive!”

“On a scale of 1 to 10, how much does it hurt?“

“That looks pretty bad. I think you need stitches.”

“What do you mean you’re fine? You are not fine!”

“You should lay down, you hit your head pretty hard.”

“Well… I hope you at least gave as good as you got.”

“That’s a really nasty looking bruise. Need some ice?”

“I got you. It’s gonna be okay, you’re going to be okay.”

“I don’t know how you’re even conscious at this point.”

“Stop being so stubborn and just let me patch you up!”

“You’re going to stay in bed and heal. I’ll handle things.”

“I’m going to find you did this to you, and I’m going to kill them.”

“’Don’t do that’, I said. ‘You’ll get hurt’, I said. And what did you do?”

“So, you tried bandaging this up, and you… well, you did your best.”

“Oh, thank god, you’re finally awake. Thought I lost you for a minute there.”

“I found you laying out there in the cold. Had to fight to keep you breathing.”

“Okay, no, I’m not laughing. Not laughing. Are you okay? That must’ve hurt.”

“Who did this to you? And, no, I’m not going to believe this was an accident.”

“Of course I’m worried about you. You keep getting hurt, and keep not letting people look after you.”

“I bandaged you up while you were out and… this isn’t the first time you’ve been hurt this bad, is it? I saw the scars.”

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"Happy birthday, baby." Andrea grinned as she kissed him. | @thecavclry

"Thank you," Charlie smiled against her lips before cheekily pulling her into his lap and wrapping his arms around her. "How'd you get here so early? Didn't we originally agree on meeting at lunchtime?" He didn't mind Andrea being there; it was a pleasant surprise to see his girlfriend at the rehab center in the early hours.

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“I love you more than anything in the world, and it’s not because you’re my son. It’s because you’re you.”

— Colleen Hoover, Confess

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misc shippy-esque starters … sentence starters

“I love you.”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Kiss me, please?”

“You’re so beautiful.”

“I’ll always be here for you.”

“Rain or shine, I’m here for you.”

“I was so lucky to have met you.”

“I want to have a future with you.”

“I love you — no, I mean it, I love you.”

“You mean more to me than you know.”

“You make me want to be a better person.”

“I want to be someone who’s worthy of you.”

“You’re the most lovable person I’ve ever met.”

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“How do you always find a way to make me smile?”

“I never thought I could feel this way… about anyone.”

“The world just seems a little better when I’m with you.”

“I’m not good at this kind of thing, but I want to be with you.”

“I still can’t believe someone like you loves someone like me.”

“Neither of us are perfect but, together, it feels like we’re a little better.”

“I never thought I’d fall in love with someone like you, but I’m glad I did.”

“There is nothing you could say or do that could ever make me love you less.”

“They told me if I fell in love with you, I would regret it. But, I haven’t. Not for a second.”

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PROMPTS FOR INTIMACY UNDER THE COVERS *  assorted suggestive dialogue, adjust as necessary

please do that again.

don't make me beg for it.

we'll take this nice and slow. i promise.

let me take it off for you.

i want to remember everything.

i'm right here. i'm with you.

play with me.

take it for me. i know you can.

turn around.

touch me like that again.

lean back a little and let me watch.

you look so good like this.

it's been years since i let anyone do that to me.

i've waited all my life for a night like this.

i never want to stop touching you.

tell me when i can move.

it's like your body was built for mine.

you have no idea how much you turn me on.

have me just like this.

look at me when i do it.

i can take it.

you like that, don't you.

you don't know what that does to me.

tell me what you want from me.

it's been a while for me.

you're the best thing i've ever tasted.

you take such good care of me.

do you trust me?

give me your hand.

you have no idea what you're doing to me.

you tell me to stop and i will.

sorry... i forgot how to breathe for a second there.

you feel so warm.

don't you dare stop.

you listen so well.

let me suck on it.

come back and kiss me.

whatever you just did... do it again.

where have you been all my life?

you're so good to me.

i won't make you wait.

stay the night.

take your time with me.

say my name.

i need more of you.

i could do this forever.

i've never ached like this before.

you taste so good.

spread your legs for me.

you took that so well.

that's it... just like that.

you feel incredible.

say that again.

did you like that?

that was so hot.

we can just kiss for a while.

don't take your eyes off of me for a second.

i want you to watch me.

don't let go of me.

i'm so close.

i'll be good for you.

put your hands in my hair.

i didn't even know you could do that.

someone might hear us.

i want this night to be perfect.

you drive me so wild.

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things i keep telling myself … sentence starters

“You’re enough.”

“It’s okay to rest.”

“You’re safe, now.”

“You’re not a burden.”

“It’s okay to be scared.”

“You’re doing your best.”

“Don’t listen to the doubt.”

“It’s not better to be alone.”

“They can’t hurt you anymore.”

“It’s okay to cry if you need to.”

“You do not deserve to be hurt.”

“You don’t need to forgive them.”

“It’s okay if your best isn’t perfect.”

“It’s okay to take time for yourself.”

“You don’t have to please everyone.”

“You were just a kid. It wasn’t your fault.”

“You’re not a bad person for speaking up.”

“You don’t have to push yourself so hard.”

“Healing takes time. There’s no time-limit.”

“You’re surrounded by people who love you.”

“You don’t have to prove yourself to anyone.”

“You don’t have to do everything by yourself.”

“It’s not selfish to ask for help when you need it.”

“You deserve to smile, and laugh, and be happy.”

“You don’t have to apologize for taking up space.”

“You don’t need to justify your existence to anyone.”

“You’re not stupid for not understanding something.”

“Everything might not be perfect, but it will be better.”

“You can miss someone and still realize they hurt you.”

“You’ve come so far, so take a second and appreciate that.”

“Not everyone is out there to break you down and hurt you.”

“What was done to you was not your fault. It never, ever was.”

“You don’t need to accept apologies from people who don’t mean them.”

“You’re allowed to tell people. If they didn’t want people to know, they shouldn’t have done it.”

“They didn’t love you. It hurts to recognize that. But, it means you can move on, and find someone who does.”

“Healing isn’t linear. You’re going to have days you feel like you’re doing worse, and that’s okay. They’ll pass.”

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*dusts off*

Two more shifts until I finally get back on here to do drafts, I promise. Sorry for those waiting, but RL has been exhausting the past couple of weeks. <3

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disability … sentence starters 

be respectful with these. 

“How bad is the pain today?”

“This doesn’t seem very accessible.”

“Do you need to sit down for a minute?”

“Do you need me to grab your (mobility aid)?”

“Did you remember to take you meds today?”

“Are you getting tired? Do you need to sit down?”

“You can lean against me if you need to, its okay.”

“Are you having a rough brain day? Need to talk?”

“I just need help standing up, I can walk by myself.”

“You don’t owe them an explanation, they’re just rude.”

“Just lay down, take a break. Your body needs to rest.”

“Can you bring me my meds and a glass of water. please?”

“I’m here to give you a hand if you need it, just let me know.”

“You’re real. I’m real… you’re okay, you’re safe here with me.”

“It’s okay to be upset. You’re going through something really hard.”

“I’m sorry, I wanted to go out tonight. My body had different ideas.”

“That seemed like it triggered you pretty bad. Do you need a second?”

“Don’t feel bad about cancelling, I know how bad your flare-ups can get.”

“Hey, it’s okay, you’re just having a panic attack. You’re going to be okay.”

“I’m here for you if you ever need to talk. I might not be able to understand completely, but I can listen.”

action memes

silent: one of our muses has gone non-verbal

sign: one muses teaches the other sign language

explain: one muse explains their disability to the other

hand : one muse offers the other a hand to help them stand up

bedside: one muse takes care of bedridden other during a flare-up

aid: one muse brings the other their mobility aid when they need it 

wheelchair: one muse pushes the other in their wheelchair (with consent)

chair: one muse brings the other a chair when they’re having trouble standing

panic: one of our muses is having a panic attack and the other tries to calm them down

ground: one of our muses is disassociating and the other hugs them to help ground them

hallucination: one of our muses is experiencing a hallucination and the other helps bring them back

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Charlie nodded in response, expressing that he could relate and respected trusting his partner. He felt the same way about his colleagues; they both had to be fully committed to this type of trust in their respective fields of work. "You don't have to convince me, Dana. Mom had told me enough about him," he said recalling a conversation with Maggie while they were in the hospital with Melissa, "to get a picture. He seems like a good guy."

It was a question she found herself asking lately as she became less and less confident in the system she had always trusted. There were too many lies, too many hidden motives, and how could it be that when they could find a suspect with nothing more than a slither of DNA and half a fingerprint but when her sister is shot, the weapon left beside her, no one could find a single thing to follow?

"I'm not by myself," she immediately countered, confident in the reality of that. "Mulder's helping me. I know he might not be part of our family, but I trust him." With my life, she added silently. "He's wants answers as much as we do."

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5-Word Sentence Prompts

An assortment of prompts and/or starters using only five words. Adjust as necessary to fit pronoun and/or descriptor. Reblog, please do not repost or add.

“ I will wait for you. ”

“ Give it one more try. ”

“ Do it now, or else ”

“ Loving you is hard work ”

“ Why am I still here? ”

“ When will I be free? ”

“ What is going on here? ”

“ I don't need your protection ”

“ Keep trying and you'll succeed. ”

“ I will never forgive you. ”

“ All we have is time. ”

“ We just need each other. ”

“ Don't let go of me. ”

“ How dare you do that? ”

“ I only do my best. ”

“ I've been looking for you. ”

“ Don't give up, try harder. ”

“ I want to be loved. ”

“ I don't believe in heroes. ”

“ You better run, little one. ”

“ Don't ever bother me again. ”

“ Stop existing and start living! ”

“ There's no place like home. ”

“ Can you take it off? ”

“ You make such beautiful sounds. ”

“ Let's make beautiful music together. ”

“ I want to be free. ”

“ Leave all your troubles behind. ”

“ Belief leads to great happiness. ”

“ You don't deserve this position. ”

“ All this will be yours. ”

“ Don't stop now, my love. ”

“ Let them see our power. ”

“ Watch them cower in fear. ”

“ You don't deserve to live. ”

“ You don't deserve to die. ”

“ Don't let them stop you. ”

“ You've shown me the way. ”

“ Why can't I do this? ”

“ How is this even possible? ”

“ Let me see you dance! ”

“ I can't stop, help me! ”

“ I'm always here for you ”

“ Where did you get this? ”

“ My god, it's getting worse. ”

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"What a luxury," he joked about the situation and how involved Maggie already was, using humor to hide how unable he was to not compare it to his strained relationship with their mom, which had lasted for so long by now. The last time his kids saw their grandma would have been Missy's baptism, shortly after her birth. "How's she doing?" No matter what, he was glad for Dana to have that opportunity to be close with her.

"Yeah, right," he said, returning the smile. He cut himself off from further talking as her phone rang. Leaning back into his seat, his mind wandered. He thought about how his teachers would surely have disagreed, given that Charles repeated sixth grade and was the only one of them without a college degree.

Taking his leg off the armrest, he almost immediately got ready to support her as his tactical thinking kicked in. "How short are we talking about?" Charlie knew he would slow her down in his current condition but he didn't want to let her go alone, considering they didn't have much time until that potential lead would go cold.

Dana didn't really believe any worthwhile parent had actual favourites, that they picked between their children, but she did think perhaps they couldn't help but bond with some of their kids more than others, either due to shared interest or symbiotic personalities. It was just for all their father's flaws, the way her siblings seemed to feel frightened by that shadow of his, Dana only really had memories of closeness and bonding. Of course he could be absent due to his job, and he was tough, a figure of authority in their lives, but she couldn't look back on her childhood time with him with anything other than fondness.

"You can make it whatever you want it to be," she told him neutrally negating to say anything about better or worse than their own dad. "This is your family, Charlie, you get to decide what time you spend with them, and what kind of time it will be." She certainly planned to do that with her own child, and she only hoped she was going to be able to actively reassure them more than her own mom had ever seemed really capable of. Margaret Scully was a hard woman to get affectionate affirmations out of.

Hearing Charlie mention their mom, it felt for a moment like he'd been reading her mind. She smiled, a small laugh slipping through, unable to deny his point.

"Well, she's already been making her visits more frequent," she admitted. "And you should see the vitamins she's decided to fill my medicine cabinet with. You'd think she was the one who went to medical school." Though it could be a little much, it was also nice, knowing there was someone there determined to help, to make sure she wasn't doing this alone.

"Oh that's great, Charlie," Dana enthused, just as her cellphone began to ring. "And you weren't that bad. But it's possible your teachers would have a very different opinion," she added with a smile before leaning over to pick up her phone. "Hello?" Pause. "Lan--" There was silence in the room as Scully listened to the other line, her forehead lining with concentration and concern. "You're positive?" Pause. "No, no, I can follow it up. I, uh, I'll let you know." She pressed end call and looked to her brother.

"That was, uh, that was a friend. He believes he might have a lead on Mulder, or at least something that might help." She paused again, thinking on what to do, how to move forward, keenly aware that neither herself or her brother were really the best candidates to be going out for a short drive to the middle of nowhere. But what other choice did she have? "How do you feel about a short road trip?"

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"If our system is no longer functioning, as you say, why should we continue to support it?" he pondered. While his question may seem somewhat idealistic, he quickly reflected on his inquiry. "Well, this has been the status quo, hasn't it? That's why we've chosen our path." Gods, he started to sound like Melissa he realized the moment those words were out. Showing how much of an influence their sister had on their youngest while they grew up.

Then it occurred to him. "Why are you so eager to do this by yourself?" Charles reasoned, gently shaking his head. "Dana, you don't have to shoulder this burden alone."

"The NCIS?" The reluctance was in Dana's voice even before she started to question the suggestion. She shook her head a little, already preparing to protest, and privately wondering when it was that Mulder's habit of trusting no one had also become her own. But what system could she trust, what faction, when it seemed there were secret powers hiding behind every corner, making everything uncertain?

"I don't know, Charlie...." She shook her head again, debating the idea, but finding herself reluctant. "I'm not even sure I'd want them involved..." Of course, if their mother decided to involve them and they agreed, there would be nothing Dana could do to stop them...and she supposed there was no real reason not to want their help.

Except for the feeling that more factions, more bodies, was only going to make getting to the truth harder.

"I don't think justice, or answers, are going to be found that way," she finally said. "I don't think that's how this works, not anymore."