#;v: down the rabbit hole

[kagooleo]

even the biggest beasts need a little love and care when they've evolved (watch your head!)

[lilmissnatcat24]

to me, the real tragedy of river ward is that he never once tries to fix you. all of the other LIs see v as a person who's death is coming, and they try their very best to stop that. panam is willing to put her entire clan at risk just for the chance that v could get the relic separated in mikoshi. judy will always ask v about the relic and what can be done, she's willing to sacrifice just about anything when she knows she's just a bd editor and in reality there's really nothing she can do. kerry doesn't formally talk about it (just like kerry doesn't formally talk about ANYTHING), but the way he talks to v like their just going to be this consistent presence in his life and that now that he's in a better place he can spend more time with v-- which is really his way of saying that the two of them together can just ignore all of their problems when they're together.

but not river. he never once offers to help about the biochip apart from offering to talk about it. because what could he do? disgraced former detective turned private investigator, he has no friends left on the force, he only just got his family back and even that's fragile. river is the only one out of all of them who processes and understands that v is dying and there's nothing he can do about it.

but even with that, he doesn't run. he gives you plenty of options after you commit to him where you can back out and call it quits. but he is never the one to pull that plug because despite just about everything, he can't stop himself from loving v. and sure, at best it will only last a few months. but those few months will be beautiful because v's in his life, he loves v and cherishes v and even if v dies soon that's not going to stop him. just because the romance is short and isn't meant to last forever, it doesn't mean that it isn't there. and when v's time comes, river understand that at the very least he could be a bright spot in their life when everything else was falling to shit.

[rosemauled]

Get sprayed, idiots

[peacockrulz]

Merry Christmas Happy New Years! :)

[impossible-rat-babies]

patch lull means its replay hw time

[libras-interactives]

Chapter 2 Beta Update~

--Nearly all of Ch2 is available, EXCEPT: The "America" backstory when talking with Lottie (it's just half finished). Overall around ~22k words added, and a few thousand to Chapter 1.

--Reworked the Sex/Gender/Gender Presentation System.

--New and Revised MC Dialogue to Ch1, depending on what Occupation you choose. Not all has been changed, more planned later in the month.

--Various typo fixes, small re-writes and bug fixes.

I wanted to get more done, but alas ><;; 🙏🏽 some IRL came up that i really need to deal with. BUT! I managed to get Ch2 from beginning to end! I hope yall will enjoy the last half of Ch2, I'm very happy with it overall! :"))))

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[sparring-spirals]

well. i need to yell about it somewhere. listen. Amanda Lehan Canto on newest season of Um Actually. Ify hosting. BDG hosting with Ify!!!!!!! Fucking. WILD.

[its-in-the-woods]

Down the Rabbit Hole Chapter 17

Chapter one here, two here, three here, four here , five here, six here, seven here, eight here,nine here, ten here, eleven here , twelve here , thirthen here, fourteen here, Fifteen Here, Sixteen Here

master list

Pairing: Walton Goggins x You + OCs

Rating/Warning:  As always minor get out, Angst, hurt/comfort, lots of self-doubt, blindfold, p in v, creampie, comfort sex, cowgirl, idk it's late, be nice,

Synopsis: Updated synopsis, Red carpet doesn't always go the way you want.

Note: This is took time, there was a lot of emotions. A lot of self-reflection, enjoy!

It was so loud, it was so bright, you have the feeling you probably look more like a deer in headlights than a movie star's girlfriend. You try to focus on the feel of Walton’s hand on your waist, how he’d lean down and whisper encouraging words in your ear. You make sure to smile and nod, turning this way and that like he had shown you before you had gotten there. The handlers move you from one spot to the next one. Walton leaned down to tell you that he’d meet you inside, to just follow the path through the doors. You let out a breath, trying to gracefully walk down the carpet to the doors. Several different people are yelling at you for info, but you ignore them. Refusing to let it bother you, as they asked you incredibly personal questions. That was the ploy, trying to get a reaction out of you that they could use for their headlines. You were not going to let them rattle you. 

Once inside you feel your bracelet vibrate against your wrist. You smile knowing that Walton is thinking about you, a breath coming out of you as the cool air inside hits your face. Panic starts to bubble up inside of you, as you move towards the bathrooms. Pushing open the door you are struck with how nice the space was. Floor to ceiling Mirrors with soft lighting, and walls painted a deep purple. The counters had any product you could imagine needing, along with fluffy white towels. The stalls were floor-to-ceiling as well, made out of some luxurious wood. Swallowing you feel suddenly like you came in covered in mud, 

Your bracelet vibrates again, and you relax a little, opening the black clutch and digging out a gummy. Walton had told you to take one if your anxiety was getting bad, you’d used CBD gummies before so popping one didn’t feel too weird. You chew it and grab a bottle of what was probably very overpriced tap water. Looking in the mirror you check that your make-up hasn’t moved, before going into the hallway.  

It’s much busier now, your lungs feeling squished in your chest. You reach down and run your hand over the bracelet, feeling a pulse in return. You move your way towards the auditorium where there is more space, trying not to let the feeling of being out of place overwhelm you. Your heart rate slows as the gummy starts to kick in. You smile at a few people as they walk by, not recognizing anyone just yet. 

“Hey!,” You look over at a blonde woman making her way towards you. Joelle Carter has a bright smile on her face, she's dressed in a stunning blue gown that sparkles as she moves. Looking as elegant as ever, the woman was all class. 

You smile back at her, “Ahh Hi,” Words come out more of a squeak, how could you not have known her? You may have never worked together, but you knew that Walton had. 

“You look stunning, wow,” Joelle said with a huge smile taking you, eyes shining as she looked you over. 

“Thank you, ahh, likewise. You look incredible,” You smile back, her energy was magnetic. It was hard not to let her present make you feel comfortable. 

“I was really hoping you’d come out,” The woman said, the two of you moving over to the side. It is somehow quieter where the two of you have tucked yourselves away. 

“Yeah, hard to say no to Walton,” You flush slightly as you feel your bracelet vibrate. “He is very persuasive.”

Joelle laughs, “Oh yeah, that sounds like Walton. Charm for days, pretty sure he could convince anyone to do anything.”

“He does seem to have that effect on people,” You touch your bracelet back, looking over her shoulder to see Walton moving your way. Your body relaxes the closer he gets to you. 

Joelle grabs your hand, looking at the bracelet, “Wait, what is this?” Her finger ran over it. 

“Oh, uh, just a gift from Walton. Sort of a touch-sensitive bracelet.” You say, trying not to pull it away from her as Walton moves over to you. A bright smile on his face, making you feel at ease.  “If I touch it he feels it.”

“Well, if that isn’t the sweetest thing,” She smiles, turning as she follows your gaze to Walton. 

“Joelle, you always look so ravishing,” Walton smiles leaning in to kiss her cheek. Your heart flips, but you push it away. Reminding yourself that he was with you and was just being friendly. 

“It’s so good to see you again. I know you’ve been busy, we should get dinner sometime. When you are back in town of course.” Joelle smiles, jealousy crawling over your skin. You keep it to yourself, as the two talk about making plans for later. Repeating to yourself that you were overthinking things, everything was fine, even if you didn’t feel fine. 

“I would love that. We definitely need to catch up soon, I think there is a new place on the southside we should check out.” Walton chatted, settling in beside you, hand around your waist. You lean into the touch, eyes almost closing at the feel of his warm hand through the fabric of your dress. His finger finds one of the gems and fiddles with it. 

“Sounds wonderful to me! I should probably go find a seat, and get settled before things get started.” Joelle squeezed his arm and patted your shoulder before leaving. You smile back at her and want nothing more than to run in the other direction. 

“How you doing, beautiful,” Walton asks, turning you to face him. You feel overwhelmed, awkward, and a little dazed. 

“It’s a lot,” You say trying to put a smile on your face. “It was nice to meet Joelle.”

“We will have to have her and a few other friends over for dinner once you’re moved in,” Walton replies, “But for now let’s find our table."

Walton leads you a few rows finding a spot that has your name on it, pulling your chair out for you to sit. You sit down making sure that your dress isn’t caught on anything. Waiting for the show to start. 

You sit in the back of an SUV on your way to Walton's place, from a whirlwind night. It was almost impossible to piece all the memories together, you had been introduced to many other people. Talked with one of your FX idols about coming by his studio to see some of the stuff he was working on. The whole thing feels surreal, and more like a dream than a real experience. Walton seemed to know everyone there by name, which was a feat in itself. Not only that but everyone knew him, asking about future and past projects.  

“Did you enjoy the night? You seem far away.” Walton asks, his hand finding yours, lacing fingers together. 

“I did enjoy the night, just a lot of feelings.” You are trying to find the words but it all feels jumbled up in your chest. The resolve you had held up all night is now crumbling around you. “I am not sure I am cut out for this.” 

There is silence, and you are already regretting what you said. But you didn’t want to lie either, lying would be worse than not getting it out of your chest. You needed him to hear this, to be raw and open. Cause that is how you feel like a raw nerve suddenly exposed to cold water.

“What do you mean?” Walt pushes, squeezing your hand, you can feel his eyes on you. 

“Seeing you, with other people-” You bite your lips, 'cause this isn’t you. You’ve never been a jealous person, but also you’ve never had a relationship like this either. Carrying so deeply about someone had changed you. The man was effortless with everyone, and people were of course drawn to him. “I felt jealous. People hanging off your every word, beautiful people. I just feel so out of place amongst everyone-”

“You fit right in, people loved talking with you,” Walton adds, you know he is trying to comfort you but you need to get this off your chest, or risk being completely consumed by it.

“Walton. You could have any of those people, and I am not going to hold you back from finding someone that can support you in ways that I cannot.” The words hurt more than you can bear, but at least they are out there now. Maybe you’re wrong? Maybe it's lack of sleep and anxiety, but right now this is how you feel.

“First off, you mean so much to me.” He squeezes your fingers again, “But you aren’t holding me back. You don’t get to make that choice. I am with you, no one else. You’re the person I want to be with after any of the booze and lights stop.” He takes a breath and you wish you could look at him, but it all hurts too much. Can feel your chest ache with each word. A sob threatening to break free, “I know that this is your first serious relationship and I know that seeing me flirt with other people would be difficult. But that doesn’t mean it can’t be worked out.”

You swallow, carefully dotting under your eyes where tears have leaked out. Trying your hardest to pull yourself together, and face him. The panic in your chest changing into grief.

“Whatever this relationship is, between us,” Walton says and you finally meet his eyes, even if it means more tears leak out. He is really looking at you, eyes so soft and expressive. As if you are the center of the universe.“I am in it for the long haul. I know we’ve barely been together for a month but you’re so special to me.” 

You are now digging into your clutch for tissues and dabbing at your eyes more. “I want that too, but I feel so insecure. It feels so silly, but I don’t feel like I deserve this. I thought I wouldn’t react like this, because I knew that you’d be playing roles that had relationships with other women or men. But I am having such a hard time coming to terms with it. Cause I don't.” You swallow the sob in your throat. “I don't want to lose you.”

The driver had pulled into the drive, the two of you separating for a moment to get out of the vehicle. You take a deep breath of the cool air and try to pull yourself together. Walton is beside you, hand-finding yours as he opens the door for the two of you. The silence is worse, you could handle anger or anything else besides the silence. You take your shoes off, feet happy to be out of the pumps. The two of you walk down to the living room, sitting on the sofa beside one another. 

“You aren't going to lose me, no matter who is across from me on set I can’t change how you feel,” Walton says, breaking the tension and silence between both of you. “And I am certain you aren’t looking for me to change. What I do for a living is my everything, it’s my craft. It’s what has kept me going and fills me with joy. I know you’ve seen that first hand.” 

You nodded, continuing to listen to what he is saying, as you try to somehow feel comfortable. It was all true, you had no desire to change him, you liked him just as he was. The passion and love of what he does, the endless energy to keep creating and dreaming.

“No matter who I am with, on camera, at events, whatever. You’re the person I want to come home to.” Walton states, sliding so he is right beside you. “Yes, I am a flirt,” He says with a crooked smile, “I have many women, and men, who are dear friends of mine. And maybe one day be friends with you as well. But you are what's important to me.”

You’ve worried at your lip enough to remove the lipstick you put on. Mind still reeling a little. An instinctual urge to run makes your stomach hurt. At the same time you couldn’t, he was the only one who ever took the time to actually care how you felt. To sit here, and listen to all your worries big or small.

“I want to have these hard conversations. Jealousy is not an abnormal feeling, but I want us.” He gestures between both of you. “To work on making you comfortable enough to not feel that. I don’t have the answers, but I think we can do it, if we try. The two of us can do anything together.”

You swallow, the hard line of insecurity still making you question everything. Yet here he was, trying his damndest to show you that he gave a shit about you. Even when all you wanted to do was run in the opposite direction, he held onto you. The anxiety, the panic attacks, it didn't matter cause he wanted to be there with you.

“Are you sure?” You finally ask, fiddling with the jewels on your dress. It was a silly question that you already knew the answer to.

Walton closes his eyes, before smiling, “I am, as sure as I ever have been. I will tell you that every day, every hour, until you believe in yourself.”

He cups your face, hands so warm, leaning so that both of your foreheads touch. You close your eyes, taking a moment to just enjoy this, that he was here with you. That he wanted to be here, and you wanted to be here. That despite your insecurities, never-ending anxiety, and self-doubt he was still here, holding your face like you meant the world to him. You leaned forward and kissed him, just the two of you pressing lips against the other. It felt incredibly intimate despite the tenderness. 

Separating, you hear Walton hum a little, eyes opening up to see his. You want to stay there, just let the world pass by while you are pressed forehead to forehead with him.

“I am pretty sure I need to get you out of that dress,” Walton gives you that crooked smile that makes you giggle. The dread eased out of your system as he looked at you.  

“You sure you're up for that?” You grin back, finally breaking contact. He is the first up, hand out to pull you against him. 

“I am always up when it comes to you,” He leans back down, kisses you, sucking your lip into his mouth, hand moving from your waist down over your ass. 

You groan a little pushing your hips against his, “If we wreck this dress, Terrance is going to have me strung u,”

Walton lets out an exaggerated sigh, pulling away before taking your hand. “Guess we better get you out of it then. I unfortunately I’d like to keep him as a friend, if only it means I get to take you out of the clothes he puts you in.”

You giggle as the two of you make your way down to the bedroom, he has you stop just at the edge of the bed in front of the closet. Standing back and looking you over again, eyes glinting mischievously as he asks you to spin. 

“It’s almost a shame to get the dress off of you,” He rumbles, “I am definitely coming next time you go dress shopping.” 

You flush a little, and do a little curtsy in the dress, “I’d love to wear something you’d like.”

“More, I want to know what I am taking off,” Walton states, “Now hold still,”

You do as he asks, he comes over and carefully takes off the jewels laying them on the bed. He spins you finding the zipper slowly taking it down your back one tooth at a time. It hits the bottom, you can hear his breath as his hands go up and spread the fabric open. He grabs the ties over your neck and undoes it, your breath hitches as the dress slides down and off your body. Warm hands running across your waist, around over your naval, feeling his body pressed against yours. The push of the buttons along your back, the rough material of pants against your ass.  Lips coming to the top of your shoulder, he kisses from the edge up to your neck, whispering about how good you smell.

“Mmm,” He whispers, speaking right into your ear.“So beautiful, bare for him to see, just me. Close your eyes for a second, trust me.”

You do what he asks, heart hammering in your throat as he moves away. Can feel goosebumps covering your skin when he moves away from you, eyes closed, fully exposed, and vulnerable to the world.  Shivering against the chill in the room, one warm hand touches one of your calves. You lift your foot and step out of the dress, hearing him move it away from you. A shuffle of material behind, and for a moment you wonder if he was going to see how long you’d stand there for. Then he is back, guiding you over to the bed, a soft material is placed over your eyes and tied behind your head. 

“Sit on the edge of the bed, Baby,” He coos, hands holding onto yours as you carefully sit down on the bed. 

The cool bedspread makes you shiver a little, as you adjust to the feeling. His hands are gone again, your hands resting on each side of your hips. The feeling of a blanket covering your shoulders makes you jump a little. 

“Just want to make sure you are warm,” Walton says, kissing your forehead, as he tucks the blanket around you

“Thank you,” You squeak, moving a bit back and forth settling in. The warmth of the blanket eases you as you settle, waiting for the next move.

His hands touch your thighs, and you shiver again, fingers tracing over the skin in various patterns. They come resting against your knees, then tracing up your inner thighs. You can’t help how your lips part, a little gasp coming out. Can feel that he is kneeling between your legs, the brush of clothing against the inner part of your knee. Your hips tilt forward slightly, as his fingers go all the way up to your groin up onto your hips. Body trembling, the whole day felt like so much, and you just wanted him to touch you. 

“Please, I can’t,” Your voice shakes as his movements stop for a moment. “I just need you.”

The blindfold is removed, you shutter realizing that tears have formed. Walton’s face is lined with concern, brows scrunched together as he touches your face, wiping the tears away.

“Hey, hey, I am right here,” He whispers, leaning in to give you a small kiss. He is still clothes, suit jacket gone, but everything else is still on. 

You lean into his touch, the warmth spreading across your face. “Why are you still dressed?” You try to tease, hands running over the soft shirt.

“Do you want the clothes off?” Walton asks, leaning back onto his heels and looking up at you expectantly. 

You slide off the bed so you’re level with him, reaching forward to undo the buttons, finger moving the fabric off his tanned body. You trace your own lines across his skin before pushing the clothes off him. His eyes follow your movements, as the shirt hits the ground. You lean forward kissing him, moving so that you’re pressed against his chest. His hands find your hips as he pulls you closer. You move down his neck and over his shoulder, the same as he did before. You bite a little on the top of his shoulder, he hiss a bit but lets you continue. Looking up at him as he ran down between his pectoral muscles, tasting the salt from the long night. He groans, chest rising and falling in quicker as you continue. Fingers finding the button of his slack, pooping them open. 

“Hold up,” Walton says just loud enough for you to stop. “Let’s get in bed before both our knees give out.”

You let out a laugh, and shift onto your feet with a mock groan. Hobbling over to the bed, landing face first into the comforter. Walton smacks your ass, you squeak, he grabs your legs and rolls the rest of you into bed. 

“Get under the covers, you’re freezing,” He says, you lift the blankets and slide yourself in, peaking out as you watch him slip out of his pants. 

Flipping the covers back for him, you wiggle a little, “Coming to bed?”

“I couldn’t keep a lady waiting now,” Walton grins, sliding into the bed beside. You both hunker down under the covers, staring at each other for a minute. You pull him against you, feeling the way his body reacts to your touches. 

“You are stunning,” Walton kisses you, “Make me wild every time I see you, can’t stop thinking about you, the way you move.” He kisses you again, you move yourself so that your hips are pressed against him. “Love how you smile, the sparkle in your eyes when you see me. Just can’t get enough of you.”

You can feel his hips move against yours, a hard line growing against your stomach as you push back against him. You slip your leg up and over his hips, keening as he pushes against you more. 

“Love how you talk, the stories you tell,” You whisper back, as the two of you rub against the other in some erotic dance. “How your hands feel against my skin. The way your smile lights up the room. I just want to be right here”

He leans in and kisses you, pushing you back so he can slide in between your legs. Breath catching in your throat as you spread your legs open for him, one hand around his lower back, the other running through his hair. He takes his time kissing you, as you continue to move. Moaning into each other's mouths, you can feel how slick you are as his hard dick pushes against your fold. The two you narrow down to just each other and the movements between you. He moves his hand between the two of you as you work your hips up to just the right angle he slides in and stills. Eyes closed, the two of you breathing in sync. Shift slightly, arching your back which lets him slide even deeper. 

“Fuck, you feel so good inside me,” You whimper, you want him to stay like that but you also desperately need him to move.  

He grunts, as he slides back and then pushes in, you dig your nails into his back. Feeling every bit of him as he moves, your head tipping back as you find a rhythm. His head is buried against your neck, as he whispers into your ear. Feeling your eyes roll back as you hang on, the sounds of the two of you filling the room. Engulfing the place in a passionate fire that consumes you. 

You roll him so that you are on top, rolling your hips against him, leaning back as you slip him back inside you. Hands-on his chest as you rock and grind down on him. Waltons hands on your hips guiding you as you move in circles against him. Holding him in place as you work yourself up into a frenzy, gasping and moaning. His fingers work between the two of you, lidded eyes watching your reaction as you grind against this hand. Hair falling over your shoulders as you let him push you right over the edge, whimpering at the overstimulation, feeling your body shivering and shaking. His hands move to your thighs as he starts to push up into you, motion sloppy, you lean down to kiss him, raising your hips enough for him to have more motion. 

“Want to feel you fill me up,” You moan into his ear, “Love when you come inside me,”

Walton gasps at your words, his stuttering as his own release edges closer. You keep moving with him, watching his face as he gets closer. Tipping your hips back down so he is fully inside you. 

“Oh fuck, oh god you feel so good,” Walton moans as he releases, finger tight on your hips as he holds you in place, 

You let yourself lean forward against his chest, both of your hearts pounding as you lay there. He reaches and pulls the blanket over the top of you both. Arms wrapping around you holding you close, you couldn’t think of a better place to be.  The two of you just wrapped up together. 

*thank you for the seventeen chapters. nearly 60k in words.

*This has been so much fun

*more to come, please be patient as I am currently neck deep in life stuff

Eighteen

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[randomfoggytiger]

What a difference in the two interviews - Duchovny's in 1997 and Anderson's in 1998.

Duchovny was super arrogant and pretentious, thinking he was the King of Cocada Preta, trying to pass himself off as an intellectual, bored with fame. Winona Ryder never came out to David because she was much more famous at the time.. Thankfully, in the years that followed, he had to tone it down. Less Duchovny, much less…

Anderson, on the other hand, looked like a working mother, working non-stop to support her daughter, zero glamor, a bit depressed, like a middle-aged woman broken by life.

And in none of the interviews did the geniuses who interviewed them talk about Mulder and Scully, who were the soul of the show.

I'm slowly working on a progress-through-Season-8-based-on-the-burnt-out-interviews post, so this was timely. :DD

To be fair, David was suffering. Both of them were. The X-Files was simply a job to DD and GA; and they coped with its insane hours and insane stresses differently. For Gillian, she internally imploded: eating disorders, panic attacks, anxiety so bad she wouldn't wish it on her worst enemy. She was afraid to put a foot wrong because she'd gotten pregnant so early on and could have threatened the longevity of the show; but she kept putting a foot wrong due to a shoot-from-the-hip personality. Then she was a divorced co-parent trying to do everything herself. David, meanwhile, didn't have that stress; but instead of marrying quick to escape the unbearable loneliness (like Gillian did), he tried to escape by getting outward attention... or through porn, joking in Playboy that his favorite pornstar had gotten him through some very, very lonely days. He also outsourced constantly, making connections with other entertainers and etc. to try to establish himself in Hollywood away from the show. Part of that persona-- that he had everything together and was living the dream-- was part and parcel of selling himself to the business for, in turn, more work.

Secondly, DD WAS arrogant. It wasn't until AA that he learned gratitude, per his own words. Until that time, he'd overachieved into such heights of success that he, naturally, developed an ego. But that wasn't enough-- it never is-- and he kept devising other ways to get attention. Per his old interviews, he described being 'shocking' or 'funny' or etc. as a way to keep others' eyes (and attention) on himself. He always feared they'd lose interest in him and walk away, otherwise (still does.)

That mindset, he's stated here and there, was a result of habits he'd formed in his childhood-- the middle child caught in a turbulent divorce: father suddenly gone, mother heartbroken, and older brother and younger sister taking sides. He had to become intermediary for his siblings and shoulder-to-lean-on for his mother. He became his mother's pride and joy: a shy kid who thought he wasn't a looker when he was younger, who transferred to a better school on a scholarship, who was "captain of the basketball team and the baseball team and a straight-A student, and I was in my last year of high school, and I'd applied to four schools–Harvard, Yale, Princeton and Brown–and I got into all of them." Who was, in short, an over-achiever; and became arrogant because he achieved everything through his own efforts. But he was also a kid who fainted in senior year, breaking his front teeth, because the stress was too much.

And he was also a man who spent long hours overworked on a show he wasn't particularly passionate about. One who spent long, isolated hours alone (in the bathtub) in Vancouver when not working. And one who always had to be "on" when he was out with his friends or spotted by people on the street. Further, no one wanted (wants) to hear the rich and successful complain about the hardships of their success. So, he turned on the charm for attention, instead; and resented having to "sell himself" for people to care about his work. And his performance, on and off screen, earned him fifteen years of public backpatting and"Fox Mulder"ing everywhere he went.

He didn't deal with the stress perfectly, and created his own problems that had to be worked through later on. But Gillian did, as well (per her own words); and they've both owned up to their mistakes and have, seemingly, moved on from the past.

Lastly, there are other interviews where his truer self comes through: those are sadder, pre-marriage; or more stable and happy, post-marriage. Gillian had happy interviews, too; but her life was much more accelerated than his (marriage, pregnancy, divorce on close heels), and thus sounded more burnt out than he was.

I don't like to pit or compare faults because I'm sure they both handled global fame and nonstop work better than a lot of people would have (David was rock-bottom depressed and Gillian was afraid she'd quite literally go insane; but they made it.) And there are always interviews where he looks like a cherub and she a hag, or he an arrogant scumbag and she a hard-done-by saint. Neither were either.

About the Winona Ryder speculation:

Even in interviews from the early days, DD kept personal details close to the chest, not referring to romantic partners as "my girlfriend" unless his significant other had an established public persona (or an upcoming project.) The person he spoke the most about was Tea-- and that was after their marriage, and only during interviews to promote their next tv series or movie. Tea was a talker, and she didn't mind when he talked about her; so, she rubbed off on David for a good chunk of their relationship-- even after the rehab stint-- until their divorce. (Now, she's taken a vow of silence and enforces it strictly with Tim Daly, as stated by both.)

I'm not up-to-date on Winona, but I'm sure the relationship wasn't serious enough for either to really acknowledge it. She looked happy in their picture together; and I don't think she's the type to deny a relationship because it might not be advantageous to her "brand." But what do I know? XDD

Those are my thoughts, anyway~ :DDD

[vwritesaus]

charles, the man that you are...

[androgymess]

butch nomad please save me

any prns for her! support their wrongs and rights please

[redknave]

ouatiw first scenes v. last scenes

anastasia & alice/cyrus

[kingdomofbellows]

Curiosity among the innocent was a dangerous thing.

All it took was a portal a little too close to Heaven and one soul a little too curious looking too far into it to see where Adam and the army she had seen disappeared to. Like Alice with the rabbit hole, she fell.

Gone were the bright lights of heaven, ground and the blood red sky tumbling over each other as her wings flapped in an attempt to regain control. Screams and crying flooded her senses, the metallic smell of fresh blood and sulfuric brimstone, and it was so dark. Why was it so dark?! Her wings finally managed to catch a bit of air but it served only to collide her into the rough bricks of the side of a building before she falls to the ground proper. Broken glass and heaven knows what else dug into her skin, spilling her golden blood. She lifts herself up on shaky arms, head swimming as she tries to regain her senses from the death and chaos around her. She looks up, towards the portal that the angel army was now flying though and her eyes widen as she struggles to get to her knees.

“Wait! Wait! I’m still here!” Willow croaks, eyes widening with disbelief and fear as she watches it shrink then pop out of existence. No! It couldn’t be! She wasn’t supposed to be here! She scrambles to her feet, placing a bloodied hand on the wall to help steady herself before limping her way out from the alleyway. There was so much noise! And pain! She hadn’t felt pain since she was on Earth!

A large form would pass in front of her and she’d glance up, face turning pale as she stared at the monstrosity now looking down at her. An awful screaming would ring out and it took her a moment to realize it was coming from her as her wings lifted her off the ground and away from the strange beast who just stood staring at her seemingly shocked. She bolted as high as she could into the sky, looking this way and that in a desperate attempt to see anything familiar. Anything angelic. Any way to go back home!

But she was met with nothing.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, hands grasping her upper arms in an attempt to soothe herself as she tries to breathe. The air was thick here. So much thicker than heaven and it caught in her throat. For the first time since she had died, she was feeling faint. She descended on what seemed to be an empty section of street, ducking into the alley and hiding behind a dumpster where she felt somewhat safe for the moment, not realizing that she still glowed with her holy light.

“Someone…help me..please..anybody…” Her words are weak, choked out from a tight throat as she curls her arms around her head and slides to the ground. Her wings spread, hiding her from view. “Please..anybody…”

[downtherabbitholewithlucy]

Wes "💁🏻" Borland

[pigtailedgirl]

Oh @diabolicalfiend you mentioned you hadn't seen people parallel Ray and Caroline Fraser before. I know it was in my old flist but maybe wasn't as mainstream.

So I gif!

Also I get it's very sub-textual, in say comparison to the Bob and Buck, and friendships or partnerships they use for both Rays.

Scene setting: Fraser freaking out about driving the Riv and all flustered. Cause Ray's got himself in trouble and in danger going to prison alone. Fraser has the opportunity to transfer back to Canada, has told no one, and which by episode's end he rejects BTW. Bolded Caroline section.

Robert: So we're off then. [he looks at the transfer papers] 

Fraser: Do you mind! This is private. 

Robert: I don't know about you but I could use a change of scenery. 

Fraser: What possible difference could scenery make in your condition?

Robert: Well I always liked a good view. 

Fraser: What? Barren rocks and snow? 

Robert: You used to climb those rocks. 

Fraser: I still do. 

Robert: Well let's choose one then [pulls out a map] 

Fraser: Dad, I don't have time for this. I'm in the middle of a case. 

Robert: Oh. Lord Nelson. Your mother and I had a cabin. One bedroom with stove and all the coal she could carry and 360 degree view of the strip mines. 

Fraser: Sounds attractive. 

Robert: Three months and your mother was a raving lunatic. Then we moved on to Nelson Port, Nelson House. The names alone drove her around the bend. We finally ended up in Rat River. Oh I have fond memories of the Rat. Your mother didn't.

Fraser: I can imagine. 

Robert: Gotta look ahead son, not back. 

Fraser: I haven't left yet. 

Robert: You will. 

Caroline doing all the heavy lifting lifting you say? "Why do I always have to be the fulcrum?" and North Ray Vecchio lol. Hating the names? The difference between Tuktoyaktuk and a Runamukluck? Was that downtown Inuvik? Bindlestitch Benny? Or just how much Ray insults Fraser's apartment lol.

BUT BEST is traffic tease. They do it in small doses all the time. "That was a stop sign Ray." two second later "That was another stop sign Ray."

Robert Fraser:: I arrested your mother once. 

Fraser: You did not!

Robert Fraser:: Honest to God... I gave her a speeding ticket. 

Fraser: You knew it was her car and you pulled her over anyway? 

Robert Fraser:: No I was sitting right there in the passenger seat. 

Fraser: Get out. 

Robert Fraser:: She was doing 45 in a 30. 

Fraser: Mum? 

Robert Fraser:: I kept telling her I was going to do it and every time I did she kept speeding up. Made absolutely no sense. 

LOL.

And then heartbreak reference.

Muldoon: --Your Mother was a pretty woman, Benton but when I shot her, she dropped like a big old sack of potatoes.

*A literal one minute later*

[sainz100]

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