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skarkkk · 4 months ago

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First;

I think it's cool that the triangle is over, and that Tristan is with Vivian and Max and Avery are together, but it also doesn't seem right. I don't see much chemistry in Max and Avery together, you know? Just the two of them, even though I like them just as I like Tristan and Vivian.Something is missing, and we know what it is.

Second;

I loved that a bunch of cool costumes appeared in the Halloween episode (Wolverine, Addams, Jack fucking Sparrow, Velma, etc.) and I loved Tristan being a fan of Halloween.

Third;

I liked that there was a bad experience there just with Tristan getting high, but he barely had it this episode so I don't know what to say, besides that I was really expecting something more serious precisely because of him bumping into Gomes.

Fourth;

Tristan extended his hand to Avery, then extended the other to Max, and the look that Max and Avery exchanged and then looked at Tristan, damn, there's no way this won't end in a threesome, right? Does everyone agree? I want a slowburn, an attraction and denial of feelings between the boys and I want Vivian to be happy, but maybe don't with Tristan because he already has a man and a woman for him.

Fifth;

yes fuck, long live lesbians, I was happy she didn't die and didn't lose her arm (even though I think she was pretty stupid for going into that cave, but what can you do, brave people) and it ended well for them.

Sixth;

I need the Captain to have daddy issues, please, because then I can use "A middle-aged man who is healing boy's daddy issues while also healing his own." for his relationship with Tristan because I found it so meaningful and cute that he let Tristan wear his uniform (even though he said it was because of the near-death experience, I know your type, sir he's not my son-he's my son) and I really hope she's right, because it would be awesome to see Tristan's Mommy Issues put aside while he creates a father-son relationship, you know? Because now I'm also curious about his father, who I don't remember if they mentioned it until now, but anyway, yeah, I need to know.

Seventh;

can we talk, as fans of Doctor Odyssey and 911, how easy is it for someone to do a crossover starting with the guy from the cruise who was also on Athena and Bobby's cruise? That blond guy who was in Flash too. Someone really needs to do this. Maybe an almost Eddie/Tristan that triggers Buddie and Avery/Max/Tristan... Just an idea (someone please do it)

Eighth;

I had said in the study of the other episode that I wanted to see Tristan in a near-death experience, coincidentally that happened, but I don't feel like it was enough. I need more trauma, more character development and more Max/Tristan because I love their interactions.

Ninth;

okay, like Jack Sparrow Max might have won, but Tristan got the better of Neptune there.

Tenth;

(oh my god, how did I almost forget this???) that scene with Tristan at the party, the first one where he sees Max with the same Neptune costume but also before that, when it showed his blurred vision and he almost bumped into people, you know? We all realized that the looks those men gave him were definitely Queer as hell, we also noticed his confused state, but still, it means something, right? What men on this cruise want him (totally understandable) and maybe he can want them back? Maybe a scene of some man hitting on him and Max kind of in that way that we readers like, Tristan realizing some things about himself, if he doesn't already know. Because, come on, mommy issues (seeking approval, probably a "what's wrong with me?" ) + running away to the sea (repressing himself, an escape) + medicine (self-demanding, pressure) + giving off that vibe? This boy may not end up with Max and Avery, but there's no way he's 100% straight, please.

Eleventh;

Still waiting for a mention of Brazil... Silva... please ABC?

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doctorodyssey · 10 months ago

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❤️ hello & welcome! this is a 911 blog with some other stuff thrown in. i love eddie & buddie forever. not drama free.

🧡 sometimes i stop posting for weeks at a time without warning but i always come back! i also sometimes turn asks off because my inbox makes me anxious.

💛 cis lesbian / white / from the US

💚 911 tags: 911 • buddie • madney • henren • bathena

🩵 other tv tags: tv • abbott elementary • bridgerton • brilliant minds • criminal minds • doctor odyssey (odycule) • new girl • peanuts • psych • rescue: HI-surf • superstore

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DNI: zionists (this includes anyone who believes isr*el has a "right to exist") • terfs/radfems/"gender critical" people

PLEASE SHARE AND DONATE TO THIS CAMPAIGN I HAVE ORGANIZED ON BEHALF OF KARIM AND HIS FAMILY WHO WERE DISPLACED IN GAZA!!!!!!!!!! 🇵🇸🍉❤️

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morewonders · 5 months ago

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Getting to know you tag game! Thanks to @noblealice for the tag.

last song: Chemicals React (A&A Version) by Aly & AJ. Are you having a bad day? Turn on Chemicals React. You are no longer having a bad day. You’re welcome.

favorite color: I love a jewel tone, I go back and forth between greens, blues, and purples pretty equally.

currently watching: 911 has finally returned from the war (aka the hiatus from hell). I’m also watching Lone Star week to week, though I have severe misgivings about the lack of Sierra McClain in the final season. I left the TV on after 911 last night and caught Doctor Odyssey, which I might continue with, and then my not so secret shame, which is that I’ve watched Grey’s Anatomy since it premiered in 2005 and will probably watch until it gets canceled or I die, whichever comes first. I am also rewatching Castle, the procedural show of my heart, and unrelated to the Nathan Fillion connection, last weekend I somehow decided that I needed to rewatch Firefly in the YOOL 2024 (a note: no one needs to do this). Finally, after finishing My Lady Jane I had a hankering for more period pieces in my life, so I am two episodes into The Artful Dodger. Will I ever be able to see Thomas Brodie-Sangster as anything but the kid from Love Actually? Who can say.

last movie: I rewatched Serenity, which, again, Joss Whedon ain’t shit but…can’t stop the signal 😭 The last new movie I watched was Challengers (as an aside, have we done a Buddietommy Challengers AU yet and if not WHY NOT). Last movie I watched in theaters was Twisters, unironically the best romcom of 2024.

current obsessions: firefighter bullshit and toxic gay vampires (911 and Interview with the Vampire)

relationship status: single, childless, cat lady (this was noblealice’s response but it applies here too)

last thing I googled: "sam reid ‘fuck your boyfriend’” because I saw a gif set of him saying that and I immediately needed context (it’s from this video where he says Daniel saying that was one of his favorite Daniel moments, which, slay). Last non-fandom thing was something about depression that I’m not sharing but suffice to say…your girl has been going through it.

Tags: tagging anyone on these things gives me severe anxiety (which is stupid because I love being tagged in things). But if you see this and feel like doing it, feel free to say I tagged you.

#tag game #getting to know you

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the-hwaelweg · 6 days ago

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What if I had a pinned post instead of rotating through a whole host of posts? The person formerly known as thoughtsofthegirlwiththecurl

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My Fic

Check Please

That's, Uh, Just You Bro - 3k - NurseyDex canonish get-together | podfic by @chaoskiro

Poindexter & Nurse Ghost Removal and Small Home Repairs - 20.5k - NurseyDex haunted(?) house get-together au

(Do It on My) Twin Bed - 5k - NurseyDex canonish get-together - Dex drags Nursey home for Christmas when Nursey's Christmas plans fall through

Can You Crash a Party If You Have an Invite, How to Go Home with a Man, and Other Things in Kent Parson's Search History - 3.5k - Patater post-canon get-together holiday party edition

Obviously He's Not Flirting With Me, He's Just Obsessed With My Cat - 6k - Patater post-canon get-together Instagram edition

To NHL or Not to NHL: That Is the Question - 700 words - Nursey & Dex pre-relationship discussion of the future | podfic by @chaoskiro and @hullomoon and with (dairaliz)

Wherever Is Your Heart (I'll Call Home) - 1k - NurseyDex post-canon get-together freezing cabin in the woods edition

He's Not Heavy, He's My Future Husband - 3k - Patater 5+1 get-together (5 times Tater picked up Kent and one time it was the other way around)

Mass Effect

I'll Follow You Into the Dark - 3k - start of ME2, emotional hurt/comfort, Joker has a lot of feelings about Shepard dying/coming back from the dead that he is Not Dealing With

Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries

Go Ask Alice - 850 words - Bert x Cec pre-relationship button inspired by Raisins and Almonds (s1e5)

Doctor Odyssey

Sometimes Things That Are Good for You Are Bad for Your Sleep Schedule - 1k - Ody3 pre-get-together (again) feat. literal sleeping together

Drabbles (Check Please and Red, White & Royal Blue

Comfy-Vember 2024 (Check Please and 911)

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spicyvampire · 5 years ago

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What I Watch : Shows

★ Up to Date | Currently watching

💜 Abbott Elementary ▪︎S4 EP 15

Dear My Secretary ▪︎EP 12

💜 Yellowjackets ▪︎S3 EP 4

⏸ 💜 911 (ABC) ▪︎S8 EP 9

⏸ Doctor Odyssey ▪︎S1 EP 9

★ Slowly watching

White Collar ▪︎S4 EP. 8

Gokushufudo (Live Action) ▪︎S1 EP. 3

Cobra Kai ▪︎S6 EP 3

Castlevania ▪︎S3 EP 7

Bob’s Burgers ▪︎S10 EP 13

Totally Spies ▪︎S1 EP 11

Stranger from Hell ▪︎EP 2

The Uncanny Counter ▪︎S1 EP 7

★ Legend

- ⏸ : the season of that show is on a break and will be back later this year/next year or I’m on a break cuz I got exams or assignments and will be back in 2 weeks

- 🔃 : shows that have officially finished airing forever

- ⚰ : cancelled shows

- ⚠ : don’t know what is going on with that show, it is probably cancelled I’m just in denial

I usually liveblog the new episodes of the shows I’m up to date with in the week they come out so blacklist the tag I use for it if you don’t want to be spoiled, it does say Lots of Spoilers in my bio but ya know just a little reminder

#watchlist

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ghostbustermelanieking · 8 years ago

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half-light chapter 13

one /// two /// three /// four /// five /// six /// seven /// eight /// nine /// ten /// eleven /// twelve

thirteen.

She dreams she's in Mulder’s apartment and they're young again and her hair is long, longer than it ever was in the 90's. There's cardboard boxes labeled in her neat, looping cursive, and he collapses on the couch next to her and puts his feet up on one. Can I ask you something? he says, tapping her hip gently. He's staring at his shoes instead of her.

Sure, she says. The fact that he won't meet her eyes is a little worrying. She sits beside him on the couch, Mulder's old leather couch she hasn't seen in years, she thinks. What's up?

He chews his lower lip. Were you, um. Ever going to move back? In the other place, I mean. He scuffs his shoe along the edge of the box.

Oh, Mulder, she says, wanting to kiss him. She touches his shoulder. I was, yes. I just... wanted to work up to it. I felt like we had issues to work out, and I wanted to take small steps. But yes, I was going to move back in, eventually. I loved you.

He smiles, still not looking at her. You loved me?

Loved you. Love you. She grins, too, laying her head on his shoulder. I never stopped loving you. Not then. Not since 1993.

1993. Oh, really, he says, smug and teasing.

Hmm, she says, pretending to consider. Maybe a little longer. 1997, at least.

***

She wakes up to a loud beeping - heart monitor. She shuffles through her mind for the last thing she remembers and lands on something - shot, I was shot. Mulder was shot...

A nurse is hunched over her bed. She blinks muzzily. "Mulder?" she asks, voice gravelly.

The nurse looks at her questioningly.

"Is she awake?" says someone from the doorway - Skinner. He steps in the room, offering her an awkward smile. "You've been out for a couple days now," he says, voice trembling with relief. "But the doctor says you'll make a full recovery." Of course Skinner would know, he’s the only logical choice to call; her mother is dead, Bill's too far away to be her emergency contact, and Mulder... Mulder's...

"Sir," she says, wincing at the stabs of pain in her torso. "Is Mulder..."

"He's fine," Skinner says quickly. "The bullet missed his spine. He pulled through surgery."

She closes her eyes in relief. "Who found us?"

"A pedestrian heard the first gunshot and caught 911, ran off when he heard the second one. The suspect's in custody." Skinner clears his throat. "Mulder wouldn't let go of you when they were trying to put you in the ambulance. You two are the luckiest pair I've ever seen."

Scully smiles. Her throat is dry and she wants to sleep. "That's true, sir," she says softly, closing her eyes. "That's true.”

***

It's a few more days before she sees Mulder again. The nurses bring him over to her room in a wheelchair, and his entire face lights up when he sees her. "Scully," he whispers, reaching for her hand, and she takes it, squeezing his fingers gratefully.

"I'm so sorry, Mulder," she breathes, because he never would've been shot because of her. He pulls her hand to his mouth and kisses her knuckles, rolling closer. She presses her face into his hair. "I'm so sorry," she says again. He kisses her neck gently. How long has it been since we've done this? she thinks, and then remembers Oregon, a few nights after her mother's death in her new apartment. "How are you healing?" she asks, brushing her fingers through his hair.

"I'm fine, Doc," he murmurs. "I'm just glad you're okay."

She remembers after the gunshot: Mulder's white face hovering over her, pulling her up into her lap and cradling her close, his hand pressing against her chest, cupping her cheek. How scared he'd sounded, like a little kid. The same fear that had coursed through her when he'd slumped over. "I'm glad you're okay," she says, kissing his forehead.

***

She dreams she's driving. Hours and hours going west. It's just silent, the thump of the wheels rhythmic in her ears. Her fingers are clenched tightly around the wheel.

Sometimes William is there. He's a variety of shifting ages - a baby in a car seat, a elementary-aged kid, a teenager slumped in the passenger seat. Where are we going? he asks at one point.

Oregon, Scully says.

Oregon?

Yes, she says. It's where your father and I fell in love. ***

Mulder comes home with her, both of them on strict instruction to rest. Scully offers to take the couch. "We could hurt each other if we're in bed together," she says sensibly, because she is always sensible.

"I don't want to leave you," he says softly, because he is always sentimental and clingy and she loves him for it. She agrees, can't help it. They sleep on separate corners of the bed in an attempt not to jostle each other, but Mulder grasps for her hand in the center of the mattress every night and she always takes it gratefully.

She almost wishes she'd asked him to take them home - their bed is comfortable, worn in the way that's familiar and perfect. But there's still something in her mind largely holding her back. They haven't talked about them yet, and they need to. But something feels almost different from before. Like there's been a perceivable shift in their repertoire. It feels like something is missing, though she knows there isn't. She wonders if Mulder feels it.

The days melt into each other. Scully almost calls her mother one day before she remembers, curled into the corner of her couch with the phone clutched uselessly in her hand. Mulder sits beside her, shoulder aligned with her pulled-up knees, and rubs the left one comfortingly with his thumb. “You okay, Scully?” he asks softly.

“Yeah,” she says. “I just… forgot.” She clasps her mom’s quarter between her fingers.

He rests his cheek on her knee. “You have some missed calls from Bill,” he notes, eyes flicking over her phone screen. “And an unknown number - Charlie again?”

She hums absently in response, turning the phone over and over in her hand.

"You're not going to call them back?" he asks.

"I had to bury my mother on my own," she says sharply. "I don't have anything to say to them."

He doesn't reply, runs his fingers along her calf. "Scully?" he asks, finally. "This is going to sound crazy, but... was Charlie ever abducted?"

She's stunned, and maybe a little irritated at him for asking. "No," she says sharply. "Why would you ask that?"

Mulder lifts his head from her knee. He looks confused, and a little hurt. "I don't know," he says.

***

He dreams a lot about his son. That they're driving somewhere and he wants to drive. You can't, he tells him, and William grumbles in the traditional teenager fashion, but Mulder doesn't give in because he really does have to drive; it's important.

The next night, William is seven and they've just watched 2001: A Space Odyssey for the first time, and he's peppering Mulder with questions excitedly, leaning up between the seats. His heart is swelling with paternal pride when Will says it, Scully's blue eyes staring at him very seriously: Dad, did you lose me?

Yes, he thinks, and winces. No, buddy, of course not, he says.

William nods sadly. You did. Now we have to find each other again.

(Mulder's not at all surprised to find he's crying when he wakes up.)

***

He never wants to leave her, can't put into words what it was like to hold her while the life drained out of her, up close and ugly. But something keeps niggling at the back of his mind: this isn't home. This strange apartment, with none of the things that had been theirs. (She'd taken barely anything when she'd moved out, either out of pity or because she wanted no part of their life together.) It's unfamiliar, a reminder of the fact that Scully wouldn't come home with him, before. Between Oregon and her mother passing. (He hasn't had the heart to ask since.)

He curls around her one night, pulling the blankets tighter around them, and she mumbles his name and curls a hand into his t-shirt. He kisses her hair. "I'm thinking about going home," he says (although he didn't know he was going to say that).

She freezes in his embrace for a split second; nods into his neck. "Just, you know, it's been a while and I'm running out of clothes," he adds clumsily, brushing hair from her face. Look at me, he thinks. Say you'll come with me.

(Somewhere in his conscious, he knows it's wrong to hang this over her head this way. He should just ask. This is the fucked up shit that ended their relationship in the first place.)

"Okay," she whispers. She doesn't offer to come back and he doesn't ask.

He packs a bag the next morning, and she makes him promise to call her at the first sign of trouble. He kisses her at the door and she doesn't let go of him until he pulls away. It feels like ripping a Band-Aid off: sharp, sudden pain. Except this time it doesn't go away after a second.

The true cosmic joke is that being at their house doesn't feel anymore like home then Scully's apartment. Like something has changed. (Or she is his home.)

***

He dreams of some life he and Scully never lived, with her bed in his apartment and her coffee maker is on his counters. (She falls asleep twisted in sheets and surrounded by discarded papers, glasses twisted on her face, and he takes them off her face and puts them on the bedside table, kisses her cheekbone as he crawls in beside her. They're still on the X-Files, which is probably the strangest thing; some kind of wish fulfillment universe, he thinks.)

He wakes up almost sad, goes outside and drinks coffee on the porch alone. It's cold. He calls her. "It's me," he says when she answers.

"Hey," she says. She sounds like she's smiling, voice warming. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm doing okay,” he says, smiling too. He can’t help it. “How about you?"

"Doing well, all things considered," Scully says. "I've... missed you." She says it awkwardly, because almost all of Scully's confessions are awkward, rushed like she didn't mean to say them, embarrassed.

Mulder rubs his thumb over his ring finger without knowing why. The guilt over leaving her alone is overwhelming. Selfishly, he wants to be with her for his own benefit as much as hers. "I've missed you, too," he says.

They talk for almost two hours, falling into an easy rhythm. It feels like she never left, like the distance between them is less.

***

They return to the FBI after another week. She smiles at him like a supernova when he enters the office, quotes the cheesy line he'd fed her twenty-seven years ago. (Twenty-three, he rushes to mentally correct himself. How could he think it's twenty-seven?)

Two days later, she drives up to the house and they walk into the fields surrounding them holding hands like teenagers. It's warm outside - global warming or something - so they sit next to each other in the long grass, shoulders and arms pressed together. She squeezes his fingers, and he leans his head on her shoulder.

He's in the middle of a long story about research he’s been doing on a series of werewolf sightings when she cups his jaw, turning his face towards hers, and kisses him. He gasps into her mouth, twining his fingers in her hair to pull her closer.

Later, they're stretched out in their bed (their bed), curled around each other, and he asks what he should've asked weeks ago. "Come home?" he whispers into her shoulder.

She strokes his hair, and says what he wasn't expecting. "Yes."

***

Just when everything seems perfect (Scully goes home for a night to get her things ready to go home, and Mulder kisses her at the door, and they promise to see each other at work tomorrow), Mulder disappears.

Tad O'Malley showing her their home in shambles is almost too much. This was supposed to be over, they were moving back in together. It was going to be okay, she can’t help but think. And now Mulder is gone.

Scully calls him five times on the way back to the city. Something about this feels familiar, recent, but she dismisses it as a reflex from the past as well as stress left over from their shooting. She drives with one hand on the wheel, both eyes on the road, and the other trembling hand holding her cell phone on speaker as she listens to it ring. "Goddamnit, Mulder," she whispers. "This isn't how this is supposed to go. Answer me, please."

It seems to take longer than usual to get back to DC. Like she drives for hours on end, going nowhere, with the radio droning as background noise and the unanswered rings of her phone wavering in and out like a bad radio connection.

***

He’s driving and it takes him a while to remember where, remember why. At first he thinks Oregon and then he remembers: the smoker. The man in his apartment. He has to hold back a groan at the reverberating aches, the feeling of what seems to be a virus building up beneath his skin. It feels like he’s been driving much longer than he should.

He has to get to Oregon. No - South Carolina. He has to get to South Carolina. There are ten missed calls from Scully on this phone, and he wants to answer them but driving seems more important at the moment.

He tries to remember why he's driving, and comes up with the smoker, I have to see the smoker. But by everything he remembers, the smoker is dead.

Mulder drives.

***

The world is ending, Monica Reyes is a traitor, and Mulder has gone off to chase Spender, who should definitely be dead. "This is ridiculous," Scully says out loud to her empty car, smacking the wheel with the heel of her hand. It feels like she's always driving now. “Something is wrong here."

She passes a Welcome to Bellefleur sign and it takes a minute for her to realize that’s not right. Her eyes flick to the rearview mirror; it’s gone.

Scully pulls off to the side of the road and shuts off the car. Pressing her forehead into the wheel, she closes her eyes and mutters, “Fuck.”

***

Agent Einstein helps her try to save the world and Agent Miller finds Mulder. She has to fight her way through looters and heavy traffic to get to him; the apocalypse has officially begun, four years too late. The irony is bitter.

“Where is he?” she gasps. Agent Miller motions her towards the open door of the car with a sweeping arm, and she rounds it, moving to crouch beside him. God, he looks awful. “Mulder... I’m here,” she says. She wants to kiss him with relief; she'd thought she was gonna lose him, again, have to survive the end of the world alone.

His face brightens at the sight of her. “He saved your life… Old Smokey,” he croaks. “I suppose I should thank him.”

“We’re gonna save your life,” she reassures him.

“Agent Miller... is also in trouble,” he says, coughing weakly. (The purported Agent Miller stands awkwardly behind them, looking like he feels he's intruding.)

“We’ll take care of Agent Miller. But right now, we’re gonna get an IV into you, okay?” she tries to soothe. He nods his confirmation. She stands, head spinning, and turns to face Miller. “He’s worse off than I thought,” she says gravely.

“Can you do anything for him?” Miller asks. The bridge spins around him, cars fading in and out. For a minute, they’re replaced with trees. Green forest, a starry sky unlike the murky night above her.

“What I can do might not help,” she says desperately. The bridge wavers, holds still. “He needs stem cells… and right now.”

“Stem cells from who?”

Their baby. William. “We have a child together… that child will be protected by his inheritance and my alien DNA.” She doesn’t know what she’s saying, she has a strange memory for a moment: her sitting on the exam table of a doctor’s room. I’m pregnant, aren’t I, she says, twisting a ring around her finger. But that’s not what happened, that’s not what happened at all.

“We have to get to him,” Miller says.

“I don’t know where he is.” That’s true, in a sense, but it’s also not, because none of this is real. She realizes slowly and in a split second. They’re hallucinating, she and Mulder, they have to break out of it, they have to get away.

A light comes out of nowhere, cutting her off. She turns her face towards it. It is white and blinding. Suffocating. No.

She’s on a bridge and she’s in a forest and the beam is hovering over her. The abductees from Oregon are here, they’re older now, and she, she is younger. And it's not 2016, of course, how could she forget, it's 1997.

"Scully!" She whirls and sees Mulder's anguished, bruised face staring out from the car. She blinks, and she's back in the forest, and Mulder is running to catch up with her, his face white. "Scully," he gasps, but they both keep walking in the same direction as the other abductees. They need to run, she has things she needs to tell him, but the light is a powerful gut-tug and they can't move away. They move closer instead.

"Mulder," she says, because it's all she can say. They walk. His fingers brush her palm. Your sister's alive, I found her, she tries to say. We're going to have a baby. We need to run. Mulder.

They're on a bridge and in the Oregon woods all at once and the light won't let go. The light will swallow them whole.

#this is... surreal but is anything i write these days not #xf fanfic #i wrote this

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rdesai19 · 8 years ago

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Julius Caesar

Caesar is a significant play for me. I had to study it for AP Lit in 9the and 10th grade. I did 10 tests and 5 exams on Caesar.

Many people may know many scripts - actors, writers, teachers. But, I know Caesar’s original script very well. I at attempted to memorize the entire text by heart. Well, watching that script being done so well in Ashland was an amazing treat. They had woven the beautiful original with made-up stuff, accentuating and provide more detail - it was awesome. I will never get the same experience again since I do not know any other script.

The famous speech by Anthony was amazing, The action was as persuasive as the words. The actions and reactions and pauses and tones broke up the text into multiple passages. Man, each passage was so amazingly a building up of the crescendo. It was awesome.

The conspiring comes alive. The murderous act comes alive. The cunning and conniving needed to make the death of a king possible - all comes alive. That long build up of the second act that had seemed so tedious - the middle of the conspiracy - all the time before the ides of march. The play made it come alive. It underling Cassius so well. Some of these scenes came so alive. I could feel those text words in my memory falling into place on a new patina of visual recollection,

Mom fell ill. The breakfast started as usual. Ordered, ate and chatted. I was telling mom about Julius Caesar when she slumped on the table. I called 911. The symptoms seemed so similar to those of heart attacks, They checked her immediately in the ambulance. They checked twice in the hospital. She was discharged at 2:00. We rested, went for dinner and went to the play. But, she was quite tired.

The first mob scene is violent. The people put one of the conspirators to death. It had occupied a whole scene in the text, but I had always treated it like a fly-over scene. This time, the scene had a mind-blowing impact. The senator voluntarily assumes the make-up of a man beat up by the mob by rolling in a pool of red paint after removing his clothes - the further to accentuate his sorry state at the hands of the mob. Very fun.

Mom was passed out for ~ minute. Limp. Soon enough, the sirens were heard and then the team walked briskly to the table. They prepared a chair and transferred her and took her into the ambulance. I ran back to the car and drove it up behind the ambulance. We drove in caravan to the emergency center. She was quickly transferred to a bed and hooked up with sensors and an IV.

The staff is white in Oregon. It felt as out of place as the white maids in Englan when Mom and I visited England on our honeymoon. But, the doctor is a short Asian young man. Mr. Chan. They are running detailed tests on the blood to detect the after-shocks. Elevated levels point to a transient attack. And, they have you hooked up to a machine.

The machine displays 5 metrics. Graphs, numbers, colors. And one of the metrics keeps setting off the alarms. The Nurses and Dr Chan are all worried by your low values and relieved by the low baseline you share with them. I realize that I don’t know enough about Mom (her social security, her birth-place...). I need to become a better next-of-kin.

Brutus is portrayed with a subtle subdued hint of the noble white man spoof. He is - as Anthony says - a honorable man, but there is increasing hollowness to his protestations. I fell like he is a the “good frat boy” - the one who had noble intentions but cruel actions.

Today, I saw a glimpse of the future to come. Jeanne and I will be siting by each other in such scenes :-) in future too. This is not over. We will be coming back to Ashland too. This is not over.

This summer has been great for art. Munck in SF, Hamlet in Cupertino. Julius Caesar in Ashland, Roxane Gay in car. I like tragedies. I wish I could see Odyssey. Maybe I will :-)

Strange day. Can’t plan on it. Glad you had it. Don’t want another like it. Cant have another one like it. New discovery at 50. Its our 24th anniversary trip. August 10, 2017.

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