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"Is it time for the Mayfield class reunion already?" Alvie quipped into House's knees. Even though he tried to joke, the words lacked their usual punch. They were flat and emotionless as a sheet of printer paper. "Time sure flies, huh?"

He lifted his head to look at House. His busted lip quivered. His eyes were red from crying. "Contrary to what I look like, I've been doing good. Been taking my meds and goin' to therapy. I... I had a job, House, that paid, and I was good at it. It was in construction. I painted, put up drywall, whatever needed done of the job."

He bowed his head as tears came faster and harder until actual droplets fell from his eyes. "I even made friends or I...I thought I did. I picked up my meds and, um, they beat me up. They took my meds, all of them, and left," he continued. "I set down the cops already and was checked out by.... lots of docs and they all tried to get me replacement stuff. They can't. There's none left anywhere and won't be for over a week. I... I don't know what i'm gonna do... to myself... and I was trying so hard. It's all gone. All the work... for nothing."

It all happens too fast for House to register, and Alvie is on the floor before he can react, rubbing against him like an old dog. Which isn’t unlike him, but House has to suppress the impulse to push him away with a jerk of his knee.

He’ll let him have this one, at least for now, but he’s not going to pat his head or call him a good boy.

"Old man’s back in town…"

House trails off as he curiously looks over Alvie, noticing the fresh wounds on his cheeks.

"What happened to you?"

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little women from the 2019 film. alter as needed.

not a first attempt, i take it?

people want to be amused, not preached at.

you're on fire.

money is the end and aim of my mercenary existence.

it's up to me to keep the family afloat.

don't humor me, girl.

i looked for you and couldn't find you anywhere!

you've become so beautiful.

come back here right this instant!

i'll wear my best silk.

that would look so lovely on you.

i can't dance.

i like your nose.

you could be pretty if you tried.

i ruin everything!

don't stare.

oh, that’s capital!

i can't get over my disappointment in being a girl.

you can laugh if you want to. it's funny, i know.

i've hurt my ankle.

you'll kill yourself for fashion one of these days.

i enjoy baking in the middle of the night.

don't mind the clutter.

can i call you [name]?

here, have a scone.

i wanted you to have this.

do you want to know what i honestly think of you? i despise you.

with every chance for being good, useful and happy, you are faulty, lazy and miserable.

selfish people do like to talk about themselves.

i'll be good for you, saint [name], i'll be good!

i feel sorry for you, i really do.

i'd be respected if i couldn't be loved.

i'm working on a novel.

i think you're talented, which is why i'm being so blunt.

i can’t afford to starve on praise.

and who made you high priest?

your reaction indicates that you must think there is some truth in it.

you are a pompous blowhard.

i'm no shakespeare.

no one will forget [sender's name].

we are not friends, you are not my friend.

it's so dreadful to be poor.

why be ashamed of what you want?

you must not limit yourself.

i detest rudy, unladylike girls.

i could eat a horse.

boys scare me.

why are you just sitting there?

i wish it was christmas every day.

i like good strong words that mean something.

one day you'll need me and you'll wish you had behaved better.

i intend to make my own way in the world.

it is possible to be right and foolish.

you're not paid to think.

i have lovely small feet. best in my family.

i can never go home again because i’m in such trouble.

i want this painting purchased immediately.

you ought to be the happiest boy in the world!

what happened, little lamb?

we do not compare grandfathers.

you're a good teacher.

you did wrong, and there will be consequences.

i think we should do it, even if we are afraid.

there is no time like the present.

it's so good to have you home.

don't be a baby and whine about it.

i think you'd hate to poke yourself in where you're not wanted.

i'll never forgive you as long as i live!

don't let the sun go down on your anger.

stay near the edge, it's not safe in the middle.

when i get in a passion i get so savage, i could hurt anyone and enjoy it.

you remind me of myself.

i'm angry nearly every day of my life.

i'm not patient by nature, but with nearly [age] years of effort i have learned to not let it get the better of me.

there are some natures too noble to curb, too lofty to bend.

pretty things should be enjoyed.

girls have to go into the world and make up their own minds about things.

have fun, little daisy.

it was supposed to be a surprise.

you'll have a terrible headache tomorrow.

i don't like fuss and feathers.

you are the rudest boy i ever saw.

my dear, kind, hardworking boy.

i really am very sorry that you have had to do without so many beautiful things.

you can't be too hard on me.

that's quite a statement to make at [age].

i've always known that i would marry rich.

i think the poets might disagree.

i know something you don't know.

i thought you'd be pleased.

i don't think i can anymore.

i'm very sick and you must do what i say.

i am so proud that you are my sister.

i love you more than words can say.

short answers save trouble.

i might as well stay and plague you a little longer.

that's a waste of time.

you remind me so much of my little girl.

go back and make something of yourself.

don't worry, sweet girl.

i should have given it to you long ago.

my foot is stuck! i can't get it out!

my child, you're burning.

it's for your own good, child.

it's like the tide going out. it goes out slowly, but it can't be stopped.

it must be the italian in him.

i don't want you to be unhappy.

don't go quietly, fight!

thank god you're home. now i can be angry with you in person.

we can leave. we can leave right now.

i can make a life for us. let's run away together.

just because my dreams are not the same as yours doesn't mean they're unimportant.

i just hate that you're leaving me.

i may not always be right, but i am never wrong.

i've loved you ever since i've known you.

i can't go on like this any longer.

i can't love you as you want me to.

i'm homely and awkward and odd.

i love my liberty too well to be in any hurry to give it up.

i ruined our friendship with my temper.

i'm sick of being told that love is all a woman is fit for—but i am so lonely.

you don't have to say anything, we never need to talk about it.

the house doesn’t seem right.

i was young and stupid.

the worst fate is to live my life without you in it.

"glad to see you," my blessed boy, is too small!

it all happened very fast.

no one ever calls me that but you.

can we still be friends?

of course, my boy, always.

life is too short to be angry at one's sisters.

i'll be a friend to lean on, if you'll let me.

writing doesn't confer importance, it reflects it.

you were just too busy noticing my faults.

i don't want to be a burden.

i have never see you happier.

come with me, i need to fix you up.

i would never leave if you wished me to stay.

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On the road to Season 3 - Day 289

Probably his worst nightmare... being too late to save his angel...

Master post : here

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Jess's shoulder drew in tighter as if trying to shield himself from the elements. The whole of the outside world seemed against him - it always had and he was pretty sure it always would be. People hated him around. They thought he was a do nothing and a good-for-nothing. They thought he brought and spread trouble. And maybe they were right. Maybe that's what he was. At least he was good at it. At least people talked to him even if this wasn't the type of attention Jess liked. But it was either be left alone or that - he guessed he was taking taking that. Besides, nothing else came easily. At least it hadn't since he was around 10 and in a school play.

That had been so easy. It had been the first time remembering anything he'd read. It had been the first he'd absolutely fell in love with reading in general. He also loved the laughter and the gasps of sock and then thunderous clap at the end of each act. He'd loved that there was a way to take on a different persona and just entertain. However, that same day he'd realized there was no one in his corner or it wouldn't be safe to let someone in. Not a soul came to watch his performance. Liz slept through it. The boyfriend at the time hated his guts. Luke wasn't in the picture. Jess didn't even know who Jimmy was or that he existed.

"I'm bad at school. I suck at following orders. I question authority,. I don't have any prospects and I don't even know if I want them," Jess pointed out, matching Rory's tone. "Sucky people generally flock to me. Not you, Rory. You're not sucky, but I don't know why you're into me. Doesn't that make me having something wrong? It's what everyone says and always has... ever since I was a little kid."

"What do you see in me that the whole world doesn't? There seems to be a consensus," Jess remarked, glancing up at Rory. He paused and shook his head. "You know. You don't have to answer. It was a shitty thing to ask. It's not your place. You don't have to babysit me. You can go if you want or if you want to stay, feel free to sit. There's a whole bridge open to the public."

It really irked Rory’s nerves everytime she heard someone talk bad about Jess. She never knew why that was, she just found herself defending him even if he wasn’t around; especially if he wasn’t around. Rory was always taught to communicate properly. She was told it was highly important if not the most important thing in a relationship. It was mostly due in the fact that her grandparents never really had that type of open communication with her mother. Rory vowed she would be different, that’s why she valued making sure the town had only good things to say about Jess or that they didn’t need to say anything at all.

“No.” Rory said. “Jess there’s absolutely nothing wrong with you.” She could heard the cracks in his voice as he spoke and she tried her best to be soothing. “They just didn’t deserve you. You can’t fault yourself for mistakes made by Liz or anyone else. You shouldn’t have to.”

Rory was well aware that the two of them were raised in vastly different ways but she never heard much about his childhood. He kept those things buried down. “I know what I say may not have much meaning to you, because we haven’t talked much but you can trust my judgment when I say there’s nothing wrong with you Jess.” She had started to ramble, she tended to ramble when she got nervous or didn’t know what else to say.

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𝖒𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖛𝖚𝖑𝖓𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖇𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞

Send one of these to find my muse in different moments of vulnerability and really needing help... + reverse for my muse to find yours

[Sick] My muse is ill and bedridden.

[Wounded] My muse is severely injured and has just collapsed.

[Stuck] My muse is stuck, unable to free themselves without your muse's help. (e.g. under rubble, in a burning house etc.)

[Alone] My muse is isolated, feeling utterly alone and abandoned, needing comfort.

[Exhausted] My muse is physically and mentally exhausted, barely able to stay awake, and needs care.

[Lost] My muse is lost, either physically or emotionally, and is struggling to find their way back.

[Freezing] My muse is suffering from extreme cold, on the verge of hypothermia, and needs warmth.

[Drowning] My muse is literally or metaphorically drowning, struggling to stay afloat, and needs a lifeline.

[Lost Hope] My muse has lost all hope and is in need of someone to remind them what they're fighting for.

[Collapsing] My muse is physically collapsing from exhaustion, illness, or injury, unable to continue on their own.

[Nightmare] My muse is waking up from a terrifying nightmare and needs to be calmed down.

[Captured] My muse has been captured by enemies and is in dire need of rescue.

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Floated like a lone dove Was better off alone 'Cause I'd only rely on the wind and the sky above Now you're in the air, love We're just a couple birds of a feather - Ben Platt

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the art of intimacy

a variety of actions or prompts consisting of nonsexual acts of intimacy and devotion! note: prompts are set as the receiver performing the actions/initiating; send "+ reverse!" to swap roles.

[ TOUCH BASED ]

my muse brushing or playing with your muse's hair. my muse reaching for your muse's hand. my muse resting their head on your muse's shoulder. my muse embracing yours in a hug. my muse moving to sit or stand closer to yours. my muse taking your muse's hands in theirs, blowing air into/onto them to warm them up. my muse pulling your muse into a dance.

[ ACTS OF SERVICE BASED ]

my muse cooking yours a delicious meal/dessert. my muse bringing yours breakfast in bed. my muse washing your muse's hair. my muse bringing yours a drink/snack while they are busy. my muse folding your muse's laundry. my muse holding the door for yours. my muse buckling your muse into a vehicle. my muse running yours a warm/hot bath. my muse planning a date/vacation with your muse.

[ OTHER / MISC. ]

my muse sending yours affectionate messages. my muse writing yours a letter. our muses cooking/baking together. our muses playing a game together. our muses sharing space and doing their own thing. my muse reading to your muse. my muse singing to your muse. our muses taking a walk together. my muse shares a dessert with your muse ( and feeds it to them ) my muse sharing a blanket with your muse. my muse gifting yours with flowers. my muse surprising yours at work.

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Art made for @moriel's story especially the @gomens-theatre-bang! To read the story, go here: Story

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Human AU in which Crowley and Aziraphale are musicians who are slowly making it famous. Spanning between the years of 2017 and 2024, prepare for a story filled with love and heartbreak. There is humor and hurt. There is tragedy and excitement. Before for twists and turns around every corner. Aziraphale is a young man with a life-threatening secret, a tragic past full of abandonment, and drawn towards toxic relationships. Crowley is a young man who does not know how to cope with niceness. He's a gruff and sarcastic man who drowns his sorrows in alcohol and/or the arms of a one-night-stand.

Written for @queenofthecute art piece. Thank you for such a grand piece. This story was betaed by the fabulous @dragonfire42! I appreciate all the work you did to iron out the story, the support your provided, and the ideas you shared. This story is inspired by RENT, A Star is Born, and the song 'God Must Hate Me' by Catie Turner. Completed for @gomens-theatre-bang

TW for illness, toxic relationships (Gabriel is particularly nasty, alcohol abuse, tragic backstory due to religious trauma, and homophobic parents.

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@foreternitysblog

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Posts!

I'm drafting them for the queue! Be prepared for lots and lots of feels.

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send 🫂 for three useless headcanons I have about our muses

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Even if the fic is 4-years-old or 14-years-old, comment on it! I can't speak for every writer, but I absolutely love getting responses to any fics I've put up. It makes me so happy to hear from readers.

I got a comment today that said smth along the lines of "I didn't wanna be weird commenting on a four month old fic"

Baby, bless your heart but four months isn't old by any means and ao3 isn't fucking instagram. Comment on fics you like, regardless of how old they are! The worst that could happen is you make an author's day. Writing is art, not content.

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send ‘🌹’ to give roses to my muse for their reaction.

if you can’t see the symbol, send ‘rose emoji’!

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My Samantha Mulder, Aziraphale, Elizabeth Wilder, Jo March, Jess Mariano, and Alvie are all being very loud and wanting lots of stuff so feel free to send askbox stuffs to them. I am accepting stuff for my other muses, too.

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Samantha Ann Mulder

FC: Either Megan Charpentier or Melissa Benoist depending on the verse

content warning: Cancer, Illness, Alien Abduction, PTSD, Trauma

My name is Samantha Ann Mulder. I am the daughter to Teena and William Mulder. My brother is Fox Mulder. I have not seen any of them for a very, very long time. I barely remember their faces and their names, but I keep repeating those things so that I don't forget completely. My life was pretty normal for the first few years of life. But then one day I started to feel off. I had a headache, ear ache, buzzing in the ear, and even a few nosebleeds. I got taken to a lot of appointments and was diagnosed with Nasopharyngeal Cancer. The doctor's couldn't treat it. They didn't know what to do. As they were planning, or maybe this was part of the plan I was abducted by Aliens. Right from my bed. I was whisked away to outer space. They barely spoke to me. I barely spoke to them. I slept a lot. I think they put me in a coma or something at one point. There's not a whole lot I remember. But there were lots of wires and tests and medications. It wasn't fun. The first human I ever got to see on this ship was a lady with the prettiest red hair I'd ever seen. I don't know why the aliens did that. But they tested on her just like they tested on me. Knowing how scary this place was, I comfort her as much as I can. I can't do a lot though. I get tired easily and have to rest a lot. I struggle with my hearing, swallowing and dizziness. I sometimes feel real sad and can't help but cry. The aliens had kept me to try and help improve that, which I guess I understand. I do want to go home. I want to find Fox in particular - although I don't know why. I'm glad to be here because the red-haired lady needs comfort (at least I think so). She doesn't stay long though. I don't know how long I am here after meeting the redhead. But her absence leads me feeling very lonely. Maybe the aliens sensed that. Maybe not. But, while in a deep sleep, I find myself transported to Earth. What am I supposed to do? Will someone help me? Will I find my brother and the redhead?