#‘no I will not examine the implications’

[nineteenninety-six]

Just saw you write platonic while scrolling through the Pitt fanfic tag and requests are open so good for me

Could you write idk if this is what you do but like I haven’t seen any fic yet where it’s not like family related or romance

But maybe ugh this sounds depressive abbot or something when teenage girls brought in like found beaten or something and his eye contact thing and like not really a friendship but maybe and like he breaks her out of her shell , like she’s quiet not a word and maybe lashes out once and then boom cause he seems like such a girl dad but like isn’t and then yeah idk good luck if you want to , just like also after seeing their compassion, imagine just being a patient

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝ Saving Grace

Warnings: mentions/implications of abuse and child abuse. reader is a foster kid. asshole doctor (not abbot) general medical inaccuracies

AN: I don't like this but I've been working on it for a couple of days and I need to post it, so I hope you enjoy it :)

You were found as a crumpled bleeding heap in the park. The poor passerby who had found you was almost in tears thinking they had stumbled across a dead body only to choke in surprise when you responded to their touch.

You woke up in the ambulance and were wide awake when the EMTs brought you into the emergency department, eyes widened by fear as they darted around the hectic department, the loud noises, bright lights and chatter overwhelming and scaring you. Your hands were tightly clenched on the blanket draped over you.

It was all too much for you. Your heart was racing and your breathing became labored as you clenched your eyes shut, desperate to escape the situation.

Jack watched as you went past him, disappearing into a private room. He wasn't your doctor, but he knew the signs of a panic attack in the making and so he made his way into your room.

The room was still busy when he stepped in, nurses were trying to place an IV line but you were curled up in a ball on the bed, arms covering your face and head as you shook in fear. Your doctor was attempting and failing to get you to cooperate but when you didn't budge, your doctor became irritated. He wrapped a hand around your wrist but he didn't get an opportunity to pull at you before Jack spoke up, stopping him in his tracks.

“Get your hands off her and get out." Jack's words are sharp, his presence immediately commanding the room's attention.

The doctor stands, argument already halfway out of his mouth, "The kid is being a brat. Give me some time, I'll get it done."

A frown settled on Jack's face as he stepped closer to the doctor, looking down at the man, keeping eye contact as he spoke down to him," Get. Out. Of. Here. I don't want to see you in this room again."

The man twisted his lips, this time knowing better than to speak back. Abbot was his direct superior, meaning that if he had his way, the other doctor would not return to work another day in that department, or if Jack spoke to the right person, they wouldn’t work in the hospital at all.

"You can leave too" Jack tells the watching nurses and techs who quickly leave the room not wanting to relieve the same treatment the doctor did. Jack closes the door behind the last nurse, draws the curtain in front of it and turns off the lights, shrouding the room in darkness. The only sounds in the room were his

calmed breathing and your laboured breathing. Jack quickly looked over you, looking for any open cuts or gashes that would need immediate attention but he only found you to be covered in minor scrapes and bruises, you were also noticeably dehydrated and malnourished, but he knew he wasn't getting closer to properly examine you until you calm down and begin to trust him.

Knowing Shen and Ellis would only call for him for a major trauma, Jack relaxed in the chair in the corner of the room, resting his weary legs. He wasn't bothered by the silence of the room, he enjoyed silence especially when half of his day consisted of working in the busy emergency department and so the silence provided him a moment where he could clear his head and relax his muscles.

Your breathing slowly calms as you relax, noticing the quiet room you were in, a far cry from what it was earlier. You uncurl yourself from the ball you were in, eyes flickering all around the room until they land on Jack and you stare at him with wide eyes.

"I'm Doctor Abbot. I'm going to be your doctor whilst you're here," Jack stands, flicking the lights on before he moves to the end of the bed, stuffing his hands into his pockets, "Do you know where you are?"

Your eyes move away from him, unable to stand his unwavering gaze and slowly nod, clenching tightly onto the scratchy hospital blanket.

Jack swallows the sigh that wants to escape, he needs you to verbally answer but baby steps he guesses. He slowly moves to the side of the bed, making his movements slow and purposeful so as to not frighten you.

"I need to hook you up to an IV, it'll get some fluids and medication in you, make you feel a bit better." Jack tells you, "Can I do that?"

Jack watches as you continuously clench and unclench the blanket, a nervous habit you had picked up in the new unfamiliar environment. You don't answer but you don't flinch when he drags the equipment tray close to their side and so as he prepares the needle, he talks you through his actions. He describes what he's doing, explaining how it's going to happen and warns you of the pinch you'll feel when he does it and his words have the intended purpose as you offer your arm when he asks for it, no hesitation in your movements.

Jack then moves on to treating the cuts on your face and body, moving in silence before attempting to start getting information from you. Since you were a minor it meant that the police and CPS will be making a visit and considering how traumatized you already were, a visit from would probably send you over the edge.

"They said they found you in a park... " Jack quietly said to you as he wiped a cut clean, "Do you want to tell me how that happened?"

At the lack of response from you, Jack makes another attempt. "Do you remember how you got to the park or what happened beforehand?"

Silence once again.

Jack stopped what he was doing and looked up at you, keeping eye contact with you." Listen I'm trying to help you here kid but you've got to help! me a bit too. Was it an older boyfriend? Your parents?"

There is another moment of silence as you twist your lips before you finally speak, "My foster parents."

"... They hurt you? Is that how you ended up in the park?" Jack felt a surge of anger flow through him when you told him about your foster parents.

You silently nodded, lips trembling as you began to cry, "I had to run away."

"Yeah I get that kid" Jack sighed as he grabbed a tissue for you.

"When am I getting discharged?" You ask straightening up, wiping the tears off your face roughly.

"You can't leave yet, I'm afraid. The cops and CPS will need to speak to you first."

You pulled away with such veracity that Jack jumped back in surprise. You looked at him with wide eyes and betrayal whiten across your face plainly.

"You called the cops?!" You shout, "Why would you do that, they're just going to take me back to that place."

You begin to fiddle with your dressing and Jack realised that you were trying to remove it. He jumped up with a surprised shout, rushing over to you, swatting your insistent hands away and covering the dressing with one large hand, easily encompassing it.

"Are you crazy kid? You can injure yourself even more if you do that."

"Are you crazy?" You turned the question back to him, "You called the cops!"

"I didn't call anyone! You were found in a park, remember, they would have been notified already!" Jack defends himself.

You stop at your unsuccessful attempt at pulling his hand away and peer up at him, red rimmed eyes shining wetly, "I can't go back there, you have to help me."

"I can only help you if you tell me everything"

"I can't go back there or go back to another group home!”

Jack sighed as he considered his options, "I’m a doctor which means I’m a mandated reporter so I’ll have to report this regardless but you telling me, helps me help you, okay?"

Jack raised his brows at you, voice gentle yet pleading as he tried to get you to understand him.

“…Okay”

Before you leave with your social worker, you seek out Dr Abbot and with a little help from a nurse, you end up taking the elevator up to the top floor before climbing the stairs to the roof.

You push open the door with a grunt, struggling with the weight of the door before you step out, eyes travelling over the roof in search of the doctor. You found him near the edge, past the safety rail with his hands in his pocket.

"Dr Abbot?" You call out as you walk over to him.

The man's head whips over to her at her shout before he hurriedly steps back from the edge, ducking under the safety rail to meet her halfway.

"Hey kid, you shouldn't be up here."

"I was looking for you, a nurse told me you'll be up here," You shrug, pushing your own hands into your pockets, "I uh- wanted to thank you."

"S'alright," Dr Abbot gives you a soft smile, "It's my job."

"You could have let the first doctor continue to deal with me but you didn't. You helped me a lot today…you saved me."

"Don't count yourself out kid, you saved yourself as well." He reminded you.

Your phone buzzes with a text from your social worker telling you it's time to go, "I've got to go."

"See you later kid," Jack's lips quirk as he reconsiders his words, "Well maybe not at the hospital."

You hesitate for a moment before you step forward and hug him. It's a brief hug, so quick that Jack doesn't even have a chance to even twitch before you pull away and take a few steps back towards the door.

"Thank you again Dr Abbot!" You smile and wave before you disappear behind the heavy roof door.

"Bye kid" Jack responds to the closed door.

[marvelstoriesepic]

Even When It Hurts to Hope

Pairing: Avenger!Bucky x Chronically ill!Reader

Summary: After yet another devastating medical appointment leaves you drained and spiraling, Bucky is there and shows you that you don’t have to face this alone.

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: chronic illness themes; emotional distress; crying; medical gaslighting; ableism (via doctors); implications of long-term suffering and fatigue; comfort

Author’s Note: This request is from a lovely anon!! I really hope this brings you some softness and healing, and that it feels like a hug on the days you need it most. I did mention chronic illness themes to make it more personal for you, but I do not wish to trigger you in any kind. Hope you'll enjoy ♡

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The hallway buzzes like a hive of fluorescent bees. White walls. White noise. White lies folded in lab coats.

Your limbs don’t belong to you. Your feet are distant. You feel like you’re swimming through honey, like someone filled your bones with cement and told you to smile through it.

You can feel your soul fraying like the sleeves of your oldest shirt, the one you wore in High school when you thought maybe one day it would get better. It’s not getting better.

The doctor’s voice still echoes in your head like a bullet ricocheting against bone.

“Try harder.”

Ten years. Then years and that’s all she had to say. As if you’ve been twiddling your thumbs. As if survival had been optional. As if your pain didn’t cost you friendships, years, entire versions of yourself you’ll never meet again.

You step out of the examination room with your fists clenched and your teeth grinding against the scream you won’t let out. Your body feels too loud. Your heart is a fault line. You want to disappear.

“Hey.”

His voice is quiet. But it splits the storm inside you like light through a crack in the door.

You look up.

Bucky is on his feet already, as if he’s been counting down the seconds for you. As if he could feel you falling apart behind that door.

And when he sees your face - your red-rimmed eyes, the tremble in your jaw, the shattered dignity - you don’t have to say anything. He knows.

You can see it in his eyes. They’re made of storm clouds too full for this world. There’s this kind of anger that’s boiling and dangerous, the kind that burns slow and insistent, like molten steel behind ice.

He looks like he wants to wrap you in his arms right here, but you feel the tears in a perfect line across your waterline, each one holding hands, begging to let go. You press your fingers into your own palms as if pain might keep you grounded.

Bucky steps closer, doesn’t touch you yet. He waits. Always waits for you to come to him.

But you don’t. Not yet. Because you know you would crumble right here on the empty and cold floor.

So he says, “Let’s get out of here,” with a voice so soft, with a voice so understanding.

You don’t say a word. You just walk.

And he follows.

You walk in silence through the parking lot.

The world is pressing in. The sun is too bright. The air is too sharp. You think you might shatter if someone looks at you wrong.

He opens the car door for you without a word.

You sit. You try to breathe. You stare at the dashboard, eyes unfocused.

Bucky slides in beside you, starts the engine, but doesn’t drive.

You don’t look at him. You look out the window and hate that your eyes sting.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper. You don’t know why. Maybe because you feel pathetic. Maybe because you let someone break you again. Maybe because you dragged him into it.

Bucky turns the engine off.

“I’m not,” he says, almost lowly, but gentle. “And you shouldn’t be either, sweetheart. There’s nothing to apologize for.”

You glance at him. He’s staring at the steering wheel like it’s the doctor’s face. And he wasn’t even there to hear what she said.

The car is too small for this moment. Your chest is too full of feelings you don’t want to let out just yet. So you just reach for him, and he doesn’t wait. He leans across the center console and pulls you into his arms. You melt into him as if you were meant to be there, as if he’s the cure to all the things the world can’t fix.

“Take me home?” you ask, voice barely audible.

“Yours or mine?” he murmurs into your hair.

“Yours, please?” you breathe out. Because you only ever feel at home when surrounded by him.

He presses a kiss the the crown of your head and starts driving.

You don’t remember much of the drive. All you remember is that Bucky took your hand in his and traced circles over your skin with his thumb.

You remember the way he walked you into his apartment as if you were glass and he was gravity.

Now you’re curled up on the couch, legs drawn in, a blanket over your shoulders. Bucky gently brings you a cup of tea, made exactly how you like it. He always remembers the smallest things.

He hasn’t stopped watching you. Not in a creepy way. In a tethering way. As though he only has to take his eyes off you and you’ll slip between the cracks in the floor.

“I- I thought this time might be different,” you say, voice shaky, voice weak. “I thought maybe - finally - we had something. An answer. A direction. And she didn’t even listen. Didn’t even check the labs or ask me any questions. She just looked at me like I was wasting her time. She told me to try harder. What the hell does that even mean, Bucky?”

There is silence. A rupture.

“She said what?”

You flinch. Not at him. Not because of him. Because of the heat in his voice. The anger he tries to bite down for your sake. But his fists are clenched. His jaw is locked shut. You feel the way he wants to break something. Burn something. Destroy a world that keeps failing you.

You shake your head. “It’s the same story again. Every time. Every year. A new face. A new god playing doctor. And they all say the same thing. Like they’ve only read the same textbook written in 1985.”

You blink. The tears spill anyway. Hot.

And Bucky doesn’t waste any time. He kneels in front of you. Not as if you’re broken. Not as if you’re a child. But as if trying to anchor you to earth.

“I’ve been trying, Bucky,” you whisper wetly. “I’ve been trying so hard for so long.”

You’re crying now. Ugly, breathless crying. The kind that doesn’t make a sound but leaves your whole body shaking.

He takes your hands and brings them to his chest, shifting closer and caging you in.

“I know,” he croaks, voice trembling, but he’s trying to be strong for you. “I know, doll. You don’t have to prove anything to me. You’ve already been doing the impossible.”

You close your eyes and let the tears fall, let Bucky’s shirt catch them. He doesn’t rush you. Doesn’t try to fix it. He just holds onto you as if you’re sacred.

“I’m so tired,” you cry breathlessly into his chest.

He exhales as if he’s been holding that breath for hours. It comes as a shudder. “You don’t have to be strong with me, baby. I'm here for you, alright? Always here. Not gonna leave you. Not gonna let you go through this alone.”

You pull back slightly, just to meet his eyes.

And there’s something there. Something that’s been building quietly between you for months. A kind of love that doesn’t need to be said out loud to be felt. A kind of love that exists in every small action - every drive, every cup of tea, every waiting room seat he’s ever taken beside you.

But this time he says it anyway.

“I love you.”

He says it while wiping your tears. He says it while brushing your hair back. He says it while kissing your forehead, your temples, your nose, your cheekbones, your chin.

His eyes are glossy, red just like yours and he is staring at you so intently, you stop breathing, stop thinking, stop moving.

“And I see you,” he continues, voice so quiet, but you feel the breath, the truth of every word brush your skin. “Every win. Every loss. Every time you get out of bed when you’re not sure how. Every time when you keep breathing even when it hurts to exist. I see you. I love you.” His voice catches. Falters. Tumbles. But he fights to keep going. “I don’t need a doctor to confirm that you’re fighting something real. I’ve been here. I’ve seen what this has taken from you. What it’s still taking. And I swear-” He looks at you, full and raw and wild. “I swear, I’ll never let them make you feel like this again.”

You forget how to breathe. Forget how to exist in a body that’s suddenly too small for what he just gave you.

He kisses your forehead again, gradually, carefully, so slowly. “You don’t gotta say it back, sweetheart. You don’t gotta say anything right now. Just feel me, yeah? I’m right here.”

You think you’ve been numb for years. You think this is what it feels like when love becomes shelter. When it becomes a soft place to land after a decade of falling.

You let your body sink into him, muscles finally remembering what it means to rest. Your hands fist his shirt. Your head presses against his chest and you can feel his heartbeat. It’s always there.

You’ve been seen before. But never like this. Never with reverence. Never without conditions. Never by someone who watched the worst parts of you unfold and stayed. Held them. Named them beautiful just for surviving.

You want to say thank you. You want to say I love you back. You want to say a thousand things but none of them fit in your mouth. None of them could come close to what he’s done with just a few words and arms wide enough to carry all of you - even the shattered pieces.

So you hold him tighter. You press your face into his chest and you weep. For every year you spent trying. For every dismissal. For every night you wondered if you were imagining your pain, if maybe the world was right and you were just weak. Lazy. Failing.

But you’re none of that. You never were.

Because Bucky said so.

And Bucky Barnes is a man of his word.

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s7 episode 17 “all things” thoughts

i’m SO EXCITED to see what this episode brings!!

here is what i know: gillian wrote it, it’s buddhist-y, and there might be MSR? and also from the description, i see that we will be learning more about a scully ex, and she has fascinatingly terrible taste in men, so i’m excited to see what this brings 

no delay. let’s get started.

i’m READY.

(post episode thoughts: your girl, in fact, was NOT ready.

woah... there is so much to analyze and contemplate here, and i will be doing so for years to come, which is obviously very exciting. the first thing that stuck out to me after finishing the episode was that scully was severely taken advantage of by this predatory guy, and then i made a post to see if i was the only one who thought that, which sparked some good discussion. since i talked about it there, i'll try not to go too into depth here.

but. god. the way that we live our days is how we live our lives. and the looking into the past to realize what could have been and how things worked out now... gestures vaguely. I CAN'T PUT IT INTO WORDS, I JUST FEEL A MILLION EMOTIONS. this episode is about MSR being soulmates. about friendship and love and devotion. and realizing what you have is a gift, and that what could have been is unknowable, and dwelling on it is a rejection of the divine. and it is about opening yourself up to new connections. and lots of other things, too, that make this post incredibly long)

let's go

scully is here!!! putting on a shirt! fixing her hair. “time passes in moments… moments which, rushing past, define the path of a life just as surely as they lead towards its end. how rarely do we stop to examine that path, to see the reasons why all things happen, to consider whether the path we take in life is our own making or simply one into which we drift with eyes closed”

damn. that’s heavy. she's tossing on a jacket.

“but what if we could stop, pause to take stock of each precious moment before it passes?”

why do i get the sense this episode is gonna alter my worldview forever…?

“might we then see the endless forks in the road that have shaped a life? and, seeing those choices, choose another path?”

there’s a guy in her bed. actually, i don’t think it’s her bed. there’s a guy in a bed. MULDER!!!!! SLEEPY!!!!

INTRO TIME

OH BITCH…… what are the implications of that monologue with that imagery…. like... they hooked up and she’s upset about it??? wishing they had done it before??? or wishing it didn’t happen???

FUUUUCK.

(author's note: luckily, i rewatched the beginning after i finished the episode, and the opening monologue comes off a lot more peaceful and content knowing what happens beforehand rather than the angst you associate with it having seen just that imagery and not knowing the context behind it. and for that, i raise the finest of toasts to excellent writing)

he was sound asleep, LMAOOOO. insomnia cured…. 

shortened intro, i clock thee once again. 

i’m so…. i don’t even know what i feel. a lot of things.

moby is playing. and slides are being played. this took place 63 hours before the opening incident, btw. it’s not clear if mulder is just listening to the radio and that is what was on, or if he went out of his way to buy a moby CD. please choose whichever interpretation pleases you more.

he was grooving!!! but she turned the music off to tell him that this person drowned. and pulls a salad out of a bag. she does not seem happy.

THIS GIRL DROWNED ON MARGARITA TRYING TO RECREATE THE BLAIR WITCH PROJECT, LMAOOOO, oh that is just deeply unfortunate. scully does not want to investigate any further, even if mulder does!! 

but they have bigger fish to fry: he shows her a picture of computer generated crop circles, asking her, aren't they beautiful? and she hands him a sub. so basically AI made the crop circles.

he takes a bite of sub and tries explain the dramatic increase “in size and complexity of circle design” throughout the years

also, he is in a sweater, not a suit. this is worth noting, as are all other small details i observe.

she just wants to put her dressing on her salad, lmaoooo, she does not give a fuck. so he throws in “and i’m not wearing any pants right now” which gets NO response, bahaha! she's got things on her mind!!! other than crop circles!!!

she seems upset.

OH SHE WROTE AND DIRECTED THIS??? PURRRRRRRR! i knew about the writing, but not about the directing.

STAB that salad while he rambles about crop circles. 

she claims she is listening. he wants to go to england TONIGHT, where more crop circles will appear as the computer program predicted, and he bought two tickets. she doesn’t CARE!! she wants to take a BATH, and she has PAPERWORK, and this has NOTHING to do with the FBI.

he is so taken aback. he says he’ll cancel her ticket.

that was harsh of her, BUT i’m not saying i wouldn’t do the same. he just ASSUMED she would want to go. and on a saturday!!! absolutely not!

(very interesting to once again see mulder barreling ahead in ahab-mode without consulting her opinion, assuming she will fall in line. oh, girl. there is so much to unpack there. it seems to me like a mixture of his self-centered devotion to the project and him being unable to invite her more formally into his life so he keeps relying on work as a crutch to bring them together)

“look, we’re always running. we’re always chasing the next big thing. why don’t you ever just stay still?” “i wouldn’t know what i’d be missing” 

GOD. allow me to rip my clothing in grief real quick. it's not like SHE knows what she would be missing either- she just thinks it is something she needs. she wants to drink wine with him and chat.

he leaves. she goes to the hospital. goes to pick up a folder. time slows down. 

she opens the folder and it’s…. a scan of some sort. from d. waterston. not the margarita girl. she is taken aback. she wants the autopsy results. the nurse apologizes. 

scully asks if the person on the x ray was dr. daniel waterston. and the nurse says yes. she is concerned. and walks to the room. where a doctor is saying there is nothing to worry about to a woman in there. scully sneaks around… and she goes in. 

pulls back the curtain with glassy eyes. approaches slowly. a man is on a breathing tube. a single tear rolls down his face. 

the doctor returns, and asks her to step in the hallway. he introduces himself to her- did she say her name was scully? dr. waterston’s mentioned you, he says. “i’m sorry, you must be mistaken” “no, you were a student of his, right?” she changes the subject 

(author's note: and the fact that he MENTIONED her to his DOCTOR just further creeps me tf out!!!!!! i should have known at this point what i was getting into!! i mean, i thought it was weird at the time, but i didn't know how weird it would get!!)

his condition is serious, but treatable. scully says he is remarkable, and goes home before the doctor pressures her further to stick around.

back at her apartment, she has a mac! it's blue and boxy. and she gets a phone call. “you came to see him” “who is this?” “margaret waterston” “maggie. is everything all right?” <- is she his wife?? “well that depends, doesn’t it?” “i’m sorry?”

she referred to her as “maggie”, so clearly they know each other… “whatever”, maggie says

“dr. kopeikan told my father you were here, and now he wants to see you” ohhh, she’s his daughter!!! “look, it’s your choice, but if you come, that doesn’t mean i accept you being in his life” <- DAMN.

another call is coming through. maggie hangs up. it’s mulder, and a movie is playing at his house- did he put a TV in front of his bed? still adjusting to him having a bed, tbh.

he wants her to go pick up some photos of more alleged crop circles after he heads out for his flight. but more time is slowing down. she says she’s out for the evening. asks him to leave the address on the machine, and she’ll try for him.

she goes back to the hospital. lots of people are in this room, surrounding a patient. “i’m sorry, i have the wrong room”, she says. it’s okay, one of them replies kindly. she walks out. there is gentle music playing.

now she goes to the right room with dr. waterston inside. maggie storms out when scully approaches. she walks in, quietly, before saying hi. “so i have to lock eyes with the devil for you to grace me with your presence?” 

he seems so much older than her. OH, and he calls her "dana". i don’t like that. i mean, i know that is probably what he called her when they knew each other, but it feels so wrong to the audience.

she says he’s lucky he made that diagnosis. “luck has nothing to do with it, dana. it’s what doctors do every day. you may have forgotten that” <- OHHHH, so rude??? just genuinely nasty.

she says “daniel…” in a very warning tone. then asks why he happened to be in washington. she goes to sit and he grabs her hand. she looks uncomfortable. 

“how’s the FBI?” “is that why you wanted to see me? to remind me once again what a bad choice i made?” <- ohhh, there is some tension here. 

he kisses her hand and then places it on his cheek. “believe me, my motivation is far more selfish than that” <- i don’t like this…

she says he scares her. “i scare you…. because i represent that which is ingrained, not only in your mind but in your heart- that which you secretly long for” <- that seems… very presumptuous. but she’s avoiding eye contact like she’s guilty of what he describes.

he never accepted her reason for leaving, saying it was an excuse. “i can’t believe the FBI is a passion. not like medicine” <- NO ONE ASKED YOU?

she gets up, saying she’s sorry she came. but he rubs a hand on her face. she just wanted to make sure he was okay. he says he knows how difficult it was to walk through that door- but she did, and that says something. which further sets off my creep alarm.

she leaves, perhaps thoroughly uncomfortable like i am. when her phone rings. it’s mulder. he has an address for the american taoist healing center to go and pick up the photos he mentioned earlier. “and she researches crop circles?” <- lmao

OH, it’s taoist, not buddhist! well, there can be overlap in these practices.

(the themes of the episode were, in fact, vaguely both❤️you could probably write a whole piece on this episode and the idea of surrendering to the dao, but that's a job for another day)

and then she nearly hits someone as a pedestrian walks right in front of her car. time slows once more as she presses on the brakes. the woman turns and smiles at her. scully is so confused.

what does sidewalk woman know…..?

mulder is calling out to see if she is still there. 

she pulls in at a big house and rings the doorbell. it was a woman who was at the hospital earlier that day! must be from the wrong room she walked into. they remember each other. scully says she is here on behalf of her partner to pick up some photos. her name is colleen azar, and she asks scully if she would like to come in.

scully says no- she needs some fresh air, which prompts colleen to worry. scully claims she's shaken from a near car accident. been there, sister.

but colleen says it isn't nothing- car accidents come from us not paying attention to something. scully wants to get out of there, saying she doesn’t have much time. 

“you think what we do is a little ridiculous, don’t you?” “uh, to be honest, i don’t know exactly what it is that you do” “but you’ve already formed a judgement about it” <- ohhhh… she clocked her tea immediately

“i really should be going”

“there is a greater intelligence in all things”, says colleen without looking up from her papers. “accidents- or near accidents- often remind us that we need to keep our mind open to the lesson it gives”

scully licks her lips. colleen hands her the paper and says to slow down. then shuts the door on her.

scully drops all of the papers, and time slows as she picks them up, including a crop circle of the heart chakra. then her phone rings again.

she’s back at the hospital with daniel. “ah, hurricane scully has arrived” “i was summoned” <- what does he want with her?! he wants someone to back up his treatment theory, because the doctor won't listen to him

scully points out that prednisone won’t complicate cardiac arrhythmia, not if it’s just a short burst, which waterston says “there” to, as if it proves his point. the doctor leaves.

maggie is furious. “you come off so rational, but maybe you know less than you think” ohhh… is this a “you’re not my REAL mom” sort of situation? she storms out. waterston says she’s been through some difficult times. scully asks how she found out. waterston says he did things he wasn’t proud of.

“things got bad at home after…” “bad how?” “i haven’t been completely honest with you. it was hard for me… when you walked away. shut down from my family. and needless to say, it was very difficult for barbara” "you divorced”

SCULLY WAS WITH A MARRIED MAN?!! WHAAAAT.

“only after an interminable period of discomfort for us both” “where did you go?” “here. washington” “almost ten years ago” “daniel… you didn’t move here for me?” “i didn’t mean for it to happen this way, of course” she's crying. “oh, god. you’ve come at such a strange time” “i know. you have a life” “i don’t know what i have”, she laughs

she points out that she would have never known he was here if it wasn’t for a mix up in the folder she came to retrieve

“i want everything i should want at this time of my life. maybe i want the life i didn’t choose” <- oh... ouch...

he reaches out to her… she presses his hand against hers. and they grasp each other. she cries against him, his fingers running through her hair. when his monitor starts to go off. he's flat-lining. she’s doing compressions. yelling for a nurse.

woah. that is major tea. scully was with a MARRIED PROFESSOR???? gag.

the nurse rushes in while she’s doing doctory stuff, shocking his chest- where is his doctor in this hospital?! i mean, i trust her to get the job done, but she’s off the clock! she’s freaking tf out. they get a pulse going. and she’s panicking. 

she goes back to the house from before- colleen's taoist place. someone else answers the door and asks if she wants to come in. scully says no, but this stranger only opens the door wider so she basically has to, lmao. she’s walking around. looking at the various contraptions. 

oh! colleen and this other lady smooch! okay! now that i see her in the light, i realize that colleen is very, very pretty.

scully says she’s very sorry for being rude the other day, and she doesn’t know what colleen does. she wanted to ask her about something she said. they sit down together.

she starts to open up, saying her friend is ill, and she thinks he may be dying of a more serious condition than anyone realizes. "friend"- interesting word choice there. colleen starts to explain layers of energy, consciousness, and aura. if you witness this, truths come out little to do with science and much to do with faith.

“what are you saying that i saw?” “pain. and where there’s pain, there’s a need for healing- physically, mentally, or spiritually” 

colleen says shame, guilt, and fear create imbalance, and it makes you forget who you are. she rests a hand on her knee and asks if she would like tea. i wonder what shame, guilt, and fear scully is holding onto. being with this man?

scully is fidgeting with one of her many gadgets when colleen asks if she has ever had moments when everything seems clear- when time seems to expand. scully says yes. “you may be more open to things than you think- it’s just a matter of what you do with it” <- well, that is an assessment on scully's character i would agree with.

they sip tea. colleen used to be a doctor. she thought she was happy, but she was cut off from the world and from herself, dying inside

OH. OUCH…. the scully parallels...

she was hiding her relationship with the woman scully saw earlier, then she was diagnosed with cancer, which got her attention. made her realize the field had no meaning for her, so she left it, and it helped her be happy. only when he she saw a healer who helped her release shame did her cancer go into remission.

everything happens for a reason, colleen says. 

wow. that is heavy. also love that gillian had the pen for one episode and said "this show needs some lesbians". and she was absolutely correct.

scully goes back to see daniel with some tulips, but maggie asks if she’s happy. “you can’t. he’s in a coma” “since when?” “since about two minutes after you supposedly saved his life” <- OHHHHH MY GOD? is she implying malpractice?

maggie blocks her from entering. “do you have any idea the hell you’ve created in our lives?” “maggie, to be honest, i left so that there wouldn’t be hell in your lives” “don’t try to be reasonable with me. i am so sick of being reasonable. you moved on, but we’ve had to live with what you left behind”

so maggie is mad at her for leaving her dad- even though he was cheating on her mom to be with her?? and she thinks her leaving broke him?? or is it more of a "this is all your fault for even getting with him in the first place", although, let's be clear, maggie does not seem that much younger than scully, she has to realize how creepy the whole thing is... maybe she blames her for "awakening" that part of her father, so to speak...

(author's note: this scene makes so much more sense in the original version of the episode we didn't get to see, which is a shame, because based on what was explained to me in that other post i mentioned, the original version sounded a lot more compelling, especially through the lens of scully grappling with her shame and guilt. oh well. what can you do?)

she looks so sad. more moby is playing as she leaves. damn. moby really was the soundtrack of the time, huh? i've lived my whole life moby-less until now.

she’s walking away slowly, flowers in hand. walking past a temple. incense or smoke or something blows by her. it’s an apothecary. she wanders into the woman from before who she almost hit!! she's running after her. following her into a building. 

inside there are lots of plants. and then a door. is this a temple? she pushes the door open. finds cushions and candles and a statue of the buddha. it is very beautiful.

she falls to her knees. closes her eyes. breathing in, rocking back and forth. flashbacks of her life play- her father, her mother, her sister. then, waterston laying down. his heart pumping. his lips moving- his eyes opening. she gasps and opens her eyes, which are filled with tears. the buddha stature stares down at her. 

did she…. manifest that? is he better now?

back at the hospital, someone is trying to clear blocked chakras from waterston. his doctor enters- “dr. scully, who do you think you are?” (um, how about she's the woman that did CPR on him while you were doing god knows what? don't blame his coma on her, where tf were you?)

she's with colleen. they’re doing an alternative approach to healing. the doctor tells her she is wasting her time- but she just wants to help. she says it so quietly and honestly. it seems like nothing else was working. “with all due respect, that is not for you to assess”, he says- it is for his medical team and his family.

maggie tells her to continue- if it isn’t hurting him, we should be open to it, she explains. the chakra man says there is nothing more to do- he is ready to move on, but he needs to do something before he does so. scully turns to maggie. more moby plays.

she goes home, getting in a bathrobe. then, she’s in a suit. sees herself in the hospital bed, dying. and is awoken by a phone call.

it’s maggie. she wants her to come to the hospital right away and immediate hangs up before she can ask any questions.

waterston is awake, asking if she thought he would give up so easy. she approaches him. tells him he was slipping away. he makes a snide comment about her “voodoo ritual”, but he doesn’t want to talk about that. they need to talk about what happens next for us. what does he mean by "for us"?

scully spoke at length with maggie. “it’s time… you took responsibility for the hurt you caused in your family”. she says it’s no accident he got sick.

“dana… it was only to be with you. you are all i live for” “maybe the reason you’re alive right now is to make up for that”

she says she’s not the same person, and she wouldn’t have known that if she hadn’t seen him again. 

maggie was listening to all of this. and scully leaves before she enters the room. 

god. what a graceful response from scully. i would have probably told him to choke and enjoy hell. but she does something to save his life, he's nasty, and then expects that after 10 years, they will somehow find a way to be together. her saying that he needs to make up for only living for her is such a careful word choice.

scully is standing outside of the hospital with her arms crossed. time is slow. she sees the woman she nearly hit again. and runs after her. but it’s mulder? he says he was looking for her. 

so that woman was some sort of divine apparition, maybe...

he says nothing happened in england- no crop circles. “maybe sometimes nothing happens for a reason, mulder” “come on, i’ll make you some tea” oh. my heart. it's melting again.

“i just find it hard to believe” “what part?” “the part where i go away for two days and your whole life changes” 

their feet are up on his table, the light from his fish tank shining on their faces

“mm, i didn’t say my whole life changed” “you speaking to god in a buddhist temple. god speaking back” “mm, and i didn’t say god spoke back. i said that i had some kind of a vision”

this is so open and vulnerable and unlike them. she must have told him everything about waterston.

she goes quiet. “what is it?”, he asks. and again, oh my god, it's so gentle.

“i once considered spending my whole life with this man. what i would have missed.” oh man... her saying this as she sits next to him on the couch.. hold on, hold on....

“i don’t think you can know. i mean, how many different lives would we be leading if we made different choices. we… we don’t know”

“what if there was only one choice… and all the other ones were wrong? and there were signs along the way to pay attention to?” man... hold on, hold on...

“mm. and all the… choices would then lead to this very moment. one wrong turn, and we wouldn’t be sitting here together" he's serious, but then he's almost laughing: "well, that says a lot. says a lot, a lot, a lot. i mean, that's probably more than we should be getting into at this late hour”

but when he turns to see what her reaction is, she's asleep on his shoulder. he brushes her hair back. wraps her up in a blanket. and gets up. we pan over the fish tank and see a little UFO toy in there. and is that a tiny buddha on his shelf?

wait. i have to rewatch that scene or i might die.

she just falls asleep, LMFAOOO. oh, poor sleepy thing, so tired from going through all of that over the past 2 days, and so prone to falling asleep easily even on the best of days. OHHH, and his smile falls when he realizes that. he just... looks at her. so lovingly.

SO WAIT. did she fall asleep on his couch and they didn’t actually hook up?! i have to go watch the beginning again, sorry, LMAOOOO

well, no. she is putting on her clothes in the beginning. and she fell asleep wearing them. so she definitely took them off. she’s watching him in his bed. 

so yes. hook up CONFIRMED.

which is something i thought i saw about this episode, but i wasn’t 100% sure, LMAOOO

okay. i don’t know what to think!!

crazy scully lore reveal!!!! so, it seems that she was dating her professor, who was quite frankly obsessed with her. at first, i thought it was a consensual thing- hence my shock that scully knew he had a wife- but like… him moving to DC ten years earlier??? saying that she was all he loved? and also, can you ethically date someone who controls if you pass or fail a class?? that just seems… super fucking predatory.

okay, i made an entirely separate post to address that point which i linked to at the very top, because if i didn’t, i would probably spend the whole rest of this analysis on it. and we have plenty to cover. but i agree with other's assessment that she probably thought it was an equal relationship at the time- she was young, but not that young, thinking she was ready for something as serious as an affair, not seeing that he was holding all the cards in his hand... yeah. a lot to be said there about the power dynamics and scully trying to prove herself by diving into a relationship with a much older, more established man. and he probably did that to a ton of students, too- made them feel special and mature. gosh. it is really very icky. like i said, her telling him to own up to his mistakes was a very measured response.

also, it is still a shitty thing to do to have an affair, don't get me wrong. i'm not trying to make scully seem innocent, but it is clear she was being manipulated and this wasn't an evenly balanced power dynamic- this was pretty damn predatory. since that is the direction they went with- her willingly dating a man who was married instead of her breaking it off when he learned he was- i feel that could have been more fleshed out. it makes far more sense in the original context. time constraints, sure, but still. the whole plot with maggie would have made a lot more sense had they gone in the original direction.

so. other than that.

GOD. scully driving back to colleen’s place because she wanted to apologize for being rude and because something she said was sticking with her... she is just so kind. and honest. and curious.

and opening up to a stranger because she was so desperate for answers, but also because they had this connection that she initially didn't want to pursue, preferring to stay in her old ways… sharing tea, admitting her biases, listening to her story. spinning her gadget in the kitchen. colleen coming out to her and to the world. god.

and regardless of how you want to characterize the exact nature of what was going on between her and waterston, he was creepy and rude and nasty to her, and it was hard for her to be around him, but she told him he needs to admit to the pain he caused his family. GOD. standing up to him like that… fuck. that’s just SUCH an enormous thing, and you could tell it dominated such a large part of her youth and her outlook on her life since. how she really thought that she made the wrong choice at first, how she rested her head on his chest, and how she realized no- i like the life i've built, i can't live in the past wondering what could have been when i have the here and now, and what a gift it is.

and she had a long talk with maggie… even though maggie was so furious with her and even blamed scully for him falling into a coma on top of breaking apart their family… she talked with her and they agreed that he did things wrong and he needed to apologize. 

scully is so kind.

she let mulder have it at the beginning of the episode, but if it was saturday and my partner bought me tickets to england without consulting me, i can’t say i would behave any better. and she has kept voicing her dissatisfaction, but he doesn’t know how to respond, so he simply dodges it. for years now this has been happening! of course nothing would get better between the conversation in the car in dreamland and that moment! 

but even if she snapped at him and even if he deserved it, and even if he drives her crazy so often, she found him in the form of a messenger. some divine intervention. how many other times has he been placed in her life by some sort of angel?

and then she told him everything, and he listened and he joked and she got more and more open, until she fell asleep and he tucked her in. so carefully. the way he was looking at her… god.

and then… they hooked up. i'm curious as to how that went. she falls asleep on his couch, and either wakes him up, or he was still awake, and then what? do they talk more? does she cut straight to the chase? was there a conversation beforehand about what it would mean for them moving forward, and what they mean to each other, and why do this now- because she realized what she had in front of her and it couldn't wait any longer? is this finally going to be the "staying still" she has wished for- just acknowledging how they feel rather than barreling ahead so they don't have to talk about it?

does that mean they’re canon and together for real? does that mean they’ll actually start, you know, acknowledging their feelings for each other? because lord knows that they haven’t been able to do that until now. will they have to hide it from all of their coworkers and skinner? is there going to be an awkward phase of feeling what this “thing” is out? going on a first real date? trying to call each other “honey” and laughing at how strange it sounds?

or is it “just” sex for now? would that be any better than the circle they have already been elaborately dancing in for the last 7 years? or will it make things MORE complicated? or is this a one time moment of weakness/clarity thing going on? what is it going to be like the next time they see each other?

so much to play with here.

but all of this ignores the real heart of the episode, which is scully opening herself up to the spiritual. we have seen her dives into catholicism before- she was, at some point, almost attending mass regularly- but she was open to change. to any sort of answers. the visual of her sitting before the buddha with her cross necklace on was super powerful. actually trying a chakra healing cleanse on waterston because colleen said it might help. the idea of the divine coming in many forms- how interesting to consider that through scully's eyes.

listening and learning to colleen and the universe out of a genuine curiosity- and some desperation thrown in there too, because doing things as she has done them hasn’t been working. exploring the non-scientific. looking into new belief systems. feeling rather than rationalizing. accepting the guilt and the pain and the shame of what she did and what could have been and working through it. having a vision. and all of those things are so incredibly personal, but she chooses to tell mulder about them despite knowing his reaction would be incredulous. and he is shocked, but he treats her gently. he can read between the lines.

and all of this happening because of a series of coincidences- the wrong folder, the near accident, dropping the papers. wisdom in all things. fuck.

god. it is just brilliant. there’s a lot i still have to sit with and parse out, and i’m in no rush to do it, because i have plenty of time to analyze. but it was really great. i am so happy for scully. i hope that things go well for them from now on, but i’m no fool. 

did moby have a stake in this episode? i gotta say, i had never heard a moby song before this show. all i know about him is that he’s bald, vegan, and claimed to date natalie portman and she was like, wtf is he talking about, that never happened. but now i have been given many moby songs in this show. i don’t really care for them, but i understand.

so, once again i am convinced that the actors of this show understand their characters far more than any of the writers do, and we should let them cook more often. alas! this happened 25 years ago and i wasn't there to stand outside the studio with signs and voice my opinions.

please tell me all of your thoughts on this episode. if this isn't the longest writeup i've ever made, it is very close. did you like it? what did you think about her ventures into the spiritual? i know it won't happen again, but i would love to see more of colleen. how do you think the getting together part went? please do share. and if you have fic of what happened next, that would be swell, too.

[egophiliac]

Just an idea

What about yuu with a paradox pokemon becuase of the whole thing about being from different worlds

ooh, I hadn't thought about that, but I like it! like, I think Grim fills the role of Yuu's pokemon (or vice-versa) (somehow) but I kind of love the idea that he's some kind of far-removed Paradox or alternate-timeline version of another pokemon or something. honestly, there would probably be a lot of theories about what exactly he is! mostly it involves throwing a lot of pokeballs at him and seeing what happens.

also just for fun I want to make him slightly more pokemon-proportioned:

(he would still have to be the one who actually battles though)

[seaweedstarshine]

“They engineered a psychopath to kill you.” “Totally married her. I'd never have made it here alive without River Song.”

Sources: Let's Kill Hitler, Diary of River Song: My Dinner With Andrew, Closing Time, The Husbands of River Song, Diary of River Song: The Furies, Diary of River Song: Animal Instinct, The Ruby's Curse, Time of the Doctor

[greensaplinggrace]

the darkling says “fine, make me your villain” because he is. what’s not clicking

[the-golden-vanity]

I'm reading an Aubrey-Maturin book again (Post Captain), and after having watched the Hornblower TV series, I think I have a new appreciation for Patrick O’Brian's choice to give the patriotic Royal Navy himbo main character a best friend who’s an ex-member of the United Irishmen. Is it the most historically likely thing? Probably not, but man, nothing makes me appreciate a non-imperial perspective in a work of fiction like experiencing a similar story that didn't have one.

[imagineaspen]

Ganondorf Tears of the Kingdom 🤝Garon Fire Emblem Fates

Evil kings from games that could have had incredible stories but instead were completely nonsensical

[hubbaslubba]

sorry im still hung up on the ‘we dont steal objects of cultural value’. taash, you might not but I DO! no.1 thing im doing as the first elf to be invited into the kal-sharok outpost is looking for shit to steal and plunder because these games, like many others, have been incentivising looting since the beginning!!

im not moralising about looting as a mechanic i just think its genuinely a hilarious and unserious thing to casually condemn if you want me opening a bunch of treasure chests every two minutes

[fruitpunchjollyrancher]

>opens disco elysium tag and sees jeancourse >ask if the point is real or headcanon >they don't understand >pull out fayde >they laugh and say "it's a good point sir" >read the post >it's headcanon

[suffarustuffaru]

"i-it's not like i like you or anything but we're FRIENDS NOW. youre my friend. BUT ID STILL LEAVE YOU THE MOMENT THIS COMPANY FAILS OKAY ITS NOTHING PERSONAL" and proceeds to like clean up corpses for this guy on the down low. (Otto bdsm post)

I just find that last part so funny to compare pride if Otto with. Pride If "Otto was forced into destroying the kingdom for Subaru" vs Envy If "Otto was stopped from destroying the empire for Subaru" I'd love for those two to be able to talk.

haah i love how you quoted my own otto bdsm post... HAH (it is once again funny to me that ive opened pandoras box on this blog man........ now i get bdsm asks.... literally a dream come true and none of my mutuals will let me live it down BHAHA)

anyway!!! yeah yeah pride if otto vs envy otto are soo soo funny to compare <3 pfft i think ive seen you around in the comment section of my pride otto multichapter fic (ty once again for the nice comments and cool asks :O !!) but no yeah like pride and main otto are really funny. but the parallels too are super interesting..... you summarized them really well pfft.

like.... the way pride otto is Forced to do these things for pridebaru. like of course pride otto barely gets any screentime but theres stuff implied yknow? like he has to meet with subaru often, hes the messenger boy of sorts between subaru and russell fellow, otto also delivers the poison that kills julius, otto also dies somehow off screen before the climax of pride if.... and then main otto over here Choosing repeatedly to follow subaru and die for subaru and do all these sorts of things for subaru HAH - the contrast is really really strong!!

like of course wrath if otto is also a debt slave like pride if otto, but pride if otto's his own flavor of unique just bc hes forced to stay in proximity to subaru when he either may not want to or he feels similar to subaru (who goes "maybe in another life we couldve made good friends, but this Isnt that life")!! seeing how jaded and empty pride if otto is is super fascinating, bc you can kind of see the origins of it in main otto's tendency for cynicism and ruthlessness !!

but also on another level i feel like pride otto would be soooo confused and disgusted hearing about main otto. pride otto might be out here like "so not only are you friends with this guy but youre his boytoy too???? lmfao you loser" HAH

but yeah i think itd be fun for them to meet. pride if otto, the otto who never made friends and only learned to harden his heart and be forced to be an accomplice to horrible crimes...... main otto, the otto who made friends and is so so painfully devoted but it drives him to do drastic things some times.... crimes in the name of love versus being forced to assist in it.... like main otto learned how to make friends, learned the power of friendship with other people, but his loyalty is "poisoning" him while pride otto supplied the poison that kills julius...... ough......... and pride otto dies at the end...... all alone.... poisoned by other people, poisoned by what he had to do.....

but also i think my favorite bit of pride otto trivia is that word of god thing that pride otto took advantage of the fire and went to go kill russell fellow before he died.... specifically to avenge frufoo, his ground dragon.... like. ough. pain. absolute pain. pride ottos last act was to kill his main abuser??? to avenge his one and only friend????? im gonna bawl my eyes out HAHHA. but it seems that the power of friendship may have briefly won for a second there.... :,))) like im sure ottos most definitely killing russell fellow also bc thats Literally the guy that enslaved him but - the way its specifically noted that ottos main reason was Frufoo. im sobbing on the floor.

anyway i completely forgot where i was going with this but in conclusion pride otto is such a guy. 20 seconds of screentime??? dude stomped over my heart in 20 seconds. and if he met main otto i think he'd either go "wtf is wrong with you why would you do all of this for subaru??? him??? that CLOWN???? why???" or pride otto would wanna strangle main otto for being so lucky HAH. pride otto learns frufoo is still alive and well in main route and pride otto instantly launches himself at main otto like a feral cat -

[kelbunny]

So I've been replaying Triangle Strategy, and unlike some of my other replays, I'm actually rewatching the cutscenes as well instead of skipping them.

And something I noticed, is that even up to chapter 10, Avlora seems extremely hesitant to defy or stand up to Gustadolph in any way. And the times she does question his judgment, she doesn't keep pressing once Gustadolph shoots her judgement down.

I don't have any screenshot examples as I neglected to grab screenshots (and I'm feeling mentally drained atm, but some examples are how she loath to admit her defeat to Wolffort to Gusta and when she's saying Wolffort is still a threat when he tells her to rest just before Roland fakes his death) but it honestly makes the scene where she pledges loyalty to Cordelia so much more impactful, as not only is she swearing loyalty, it's also the first time she truly defies Gustadolph, even if he wasn't there at the moment.

Also, although I forgot to grab screenshots of her not defying Gustadolph, I did grab this interaction because ever since my first playthrough this specific interaction has been on my mind and wondering what it's implications mean for Avlora.

Like what do you mean "this I know" Avlora. Is this about how easily Gustadolph shuts down your judgments even when you've the right idea? Especially with the "freedom is given, it's taken" line.

I am tired atm but I definitely need to go back and rewatch a bunch of cutscenes with this in mind.

[cutiecatsub]

wait you’re telling me I can put whatever wacko beliefs in a box, slap a sticker called religion on it, and im completely immune to any and all criticism of them? fuckin SICK bro!

[krtri]

YOURE THE REALEST PERSON EVER FOR TRANTHARRY POSTING!!!!!! ive been saying this since day 1. You get me. Thank you. Cheering and screaming.

omg thank you so so so much 😳😭🫡 i almost felt bad for the spam at first but idk trantharry make me crazy!!! like it started with me like “i think they could kiss. for the laughs.” but then i gave it some thought and like… i think they could be really compatible! they have several common interests, they’re both SOOOOO divorced, trant would know how to help harry get and stay sober, harry could maybe become the father that stepped up (emphasis on maybe), i think they’d both be total total freaks, trant would actually be interested in how harry’s mind works, they could be so annoying together, etc etc etc. 🥰

[zoroshonkingbazonkadonkas]

TY FOR REMINDING ME OF CONSUME BESTIE !!!!!!! <3

Also heaven and back? I love heaven and back its also such a kevin day song to me

SHE'S HIGH SHE LIVES IN THE SKY

[fellhellion]

hey Tunes, do you know whats happening in the Miguel tag? I'm too afraid to check it out myself so thought I'll ask you.

essentially the atsv screenplay was released two or so days ago, which you can read in its entirety here, and there has been valid crirtique regarding the language utilised to describe Miguel within said screenplay, including allusions to bloodlust and the screenplay describing him as an animal twice I believe.