me: *watching the 1994 little women* this is so delightful! it really holds up on its own
me: perhaps the one thing the 2019 version really has over it is-
*samantha mathis as amy appears*
me: she’s not in it
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i’m in the middle of season 4, please no spoilers i beg of you
something that has been bothering me is the fact that they changed the appearance of samantha’s abduction. i LOVED the original memory and it served so much relevance and reason. by the original one i mean in which samantha is taken at night in her room in which mulder wakes to a bright light and can hear her calling for him but he can’t move. that makes sense and is cool!! i however cannot like the updated memory for some reason though it just… the setting and circumstances are so strange. don’t you think too many people would’ve seen it? i mean we don’t necessarily know but it just doesn’t make sense. that’s aside from the fact that the visual representation of the updated account was less cryptic and less impactful. i mean maybe i’ve missed something but they changed it right???
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Excuse my momentary screeching about one of my other hyperfixations, but:
SOMEBODY PLEASE FUCKING HUG SAM MAROUN FOR FUCK’S SAKE.
(Preferably Nolan Price, but good lord this woman needs a hug, I would accept anyone after this episode.)
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WHAT COLOR IS YOUR LOVE?
dark stormy blue ( samantha carpenter )
Sinking ships, raging seas and tumultuous hearts, love isn't easy for you. It's a struggle, a constant inner fight of should I? Can I? Do I? Feelings are hard and they rumble inside you in a dissatisfied mess that begs to be let out. Your heart screams and cries inside you and you... You can't, you won't. You're scared. And love is scary, it's hard and sometimes it just doesn't work out. People leave, people hurt, people change their minds. And you and your cold stormy heart yearn for the calmness, for the distance, to be allowed and able to simply not feel. And yet, you do. It rages, it fights and storms inside you and you try to keep it down, keep it quiet, to feel pretending not to. It's the burn of childhood friends growing apart, of parents that aren't quite there, of relationships that burn out. So you snuff it down with water, cold and calming and blue, blue, blue. But being loved by you is blue too, just not in that way. It's the soothing, embracing feeling of floating, the moment when you sink down bellow the waves and become one with the water, with everything. It's the balance, the dramatic yet calming sound of waves that crash against a rocky shore. You're the good and the bad, the violence of the storm and the watery peace right after. You're the blue, blue feeling and loving you is watery tears, yelled confessions that no one will hear and burying your feelings in a deep watery grave never to be found out about. Your love is dark stormy blue, it's vast and deep and all encompassing, it's safety in the surface of danger, it's trusting the unruly abyss and yet I'd gladly risk drowning just to feel what it's like being loved by you.
tagged by: sam's film boi @wynterlanding < 3
tagging: anyone who would like to give this a go !
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