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13uswntimagines · 11 months ago

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Spiral (Alessia Russo X MMA!R)

Request: Could you maybe do something where less isn’t around to help r through something and r is spiraling more and more while needing someone to bring her back. One of Alessia's teammates has to kind of shout at r and tell her to kneel or something for her to be grounded featuring Mary (and Lucy slightly)

Part of The come Down universe

Warming: D/s elements. Blood and violence (mentioned but nothing graphic- R punches a wall several times).

It was easy for people to believe that you had an easy life, filled with nothing more than champagne problems and affluenza.

All they saw were the press conferences and interviews after fights where you were riding high on your success. They didn’t see the weeks where you trained upwards of 18 hours a day and ate so strictly that even your water content was measured.

They didn’t see how difficult it was to balance your career and Alessia’s, and the weeks you sometimes went apart.

They didn’t see the nagging injuries that followed you like old ghosts.

And they thought the 1% of your life they saw was enough context for them to make assumptions about the rest of your life, including your relationship with your girlfriend.

You had never been big on social media, but that didn’t mean you were entirely shielded from it.

Especially not when the date for your title fight against Justin Gathje was announced.

Dana wanted you to hype the fight, to make a comment about how wild Justin was in the cage, and how your far more technical style would be a good match.

And you thought the spare moments you had sitting in Alessia’s national team cubby while she did her final lap around Wembley for the fans was the perfect moment.

But as you flicked through your Twitter app, you, realized very quickly that it was a terrible idea.

Justin had already commented on the fight and accompanied his post with pictures of you in the stands a Wembley dressed in your girlfriend's jersey and one of him sweating in the gym.

I think a championship contender should at least be putting in the work instead of fucking off with a bitch who deserves better. #gonnasilencethegolddigger

You knew that it was a stupid post. It made no sense because the fight was 20 weeks away, and starting training camp now, three days post-fight, would only lead to burnout and injuries.

You knew that it was completely untrue considering you had met Alessia at UNC where you had a nice wrestling scholarship and she had a soccer one. There had been no gold to dig.

But that didn’t stop the general public from hopping on the hate train.

There were thousands of replies, and mentions and posts clogging your feed about how undeserving you were.

About how awful of a fighter you were.

About how Alessia deserved someone who could support her.

But it wasn’t the comments from the general public that bothered you.

It was the ones from her former teammates that dug into your brain and stuck.

Her own family didn’t want her so much they shipped her off to America, so it’s sad she’s dragged a stand-up baller like Lessie into her mess. She didn’t deserve her state championship either. #alwaysridingcoattails.

Her own family didn’t want her

Dragged Lessie into her mess

The words burned into your mind, so you saw them every time you closed your eyes, getting more and more bold each time the number of interactions went up.

1000

15,000

300,000

2,000,000

You launched your phone across the room, uncaring how it smashed into a million pieces on the stone like it would smash the image on the screen.

Like it would shatter the tweet and the shots coming from people who had never met you.

Like it would change how right they were.

You breathed in deeply, trying to quell the growing ache in your chest and soothe the feelings bubbling in your stomach.

Alessia’s scent surrounded you, filling your lungs and coating all of your senses. It was normally like a balm on an open wound or ice for a burn, the remedy to your anxiety and a promise that she was there for you.

That she would always be there.

That promise was part of the reason your relationship took the dynamic it did.

Except this time, her scent didn’t loosen the knot in your chest.

It just reminded you how much you took from her. How much better off she would have been if you had never run into her at UNC.

You shoved yourself out of Alessia’s locker, you didn’t deserve to sit in it and paced the small room.

The walls felt like they were getting closer together, and the air felt too heavy.

You couldn’t breathe.

You needed release.

You paused at the far end of the room, staring at the white concrete.

Your fist hit the cold concrete before you even thought about it, and you relished in the pressure of the hard surface on your exposed knuckles. It was more than when you hit pads, more than when you hit someone else.

It was perfect.

You did it again.

You weren’t enough. You hadn’t been for your parents. You wouldn’t be enough for Alessia either.

Your fist hit the wall again.

That’s what everyone had been saying for months. That’s what your father told you when you tried to make amends.

You could see how right they were.

Stupid worthless

You hit the wall again.

How much better off they would be without you.

“Y/n?”

You didn’t even blink at Ella’s voice.

You weren’t good enough. How could you ever be?

You had been birthed by two drug addicts more interested in their own highs than in raising a child. Your neighborhood MMA gym was the only place you had ever found food and safety. How could you ever be enough for Alessia who had been raised by loving parents? Who didn’t have to scrape and claw for food scraps?

Who didn’t crave the freedom you found in total violence. In the destruction of a human.

In the destruction of herself.

“Y/n stop,”

Hands gripped your shoulder, trying to prevent your arm from moving as you launched it again at the slightly pink wall.

It didn’t work.

Your hand slammed into the wall again.

It wasn’t enough. It didn’t hurt enough to ease the volcano in your chest.

You needed more.

“Y/n please,”

Ella’s voice sounded very close to your ear and stinger arms wrapped around your stomach, trying to force you away.

A guttural sound left your lips as the arms were finally able to pull you away, and Lucy stepped between you and your only solace.

You needed it.

“Calm down,” Mary hissed, her arms tugging you again.

You were too out of it to wonder when she had gotten there.

“Go get Alessia,” Lucy said, looking over your shoulder towards who you assumed was Ella. “Now,”

You fought against the arms restraining you.

Keeping you from the only thing that would make the ripping feeling in your brain go quiet.

The door slammed shut and you were forced back another step by strong arms.

“Y/n you need to relax, you’re going to hurt yourself,” Lucy held her hands up as she took a step towards you like you were a wild animal.

And you supposed you were.

Wild and out of control. Spiraling into oblivion.

Lucy Met Mary’s eyes when you fought harder in the keeper's hold, your eyes wildly flickering as your limbs flailed.

This was well out of their ability to fix.

“We have to do it,” Lucy said, and Mary instantly knew what she meant.

Mary nodded once.

She knew you better than Lucy did, so she knew it had to be her if they wanted it to work.

It was the only thing she could think of to help you.

The thing that Alessia would do for you

They had only seen it happen once.

It was the only time the keeper had seen your dynamic's heavier side. The only time Alessia looked truly dominant, and you looked submissive.

Mary squared her shoulders, drawing up to her full height, picturing in her mind the way Alessia had touched you and the tone that she had used. Soft, but dripping in authority that had shocked Mary.

She tried to remember the words your girlfriend had used, the way her fingers pressed perfectly into your skin to make you melt.

She pulled away from you slightly, drawing her hand from your stomach to land heavily on the space where your shoulder met your neck.

“Y/n,” She said mimicking the sheer dominance that Alessia’s voice held that night. “I think that’s enough darling. Kneel for me,”

You froze.

A shiver ran the full length of your spine at the familiar words, and your shoulders rolled like a physical weight had been added to them.

You blinked as the order filtered through the fog in your brain, registering that though it was familiar, the voice that had given it was not.

Her arm loosened around your middle as all of the fight left you, but she kept the grounding hand on your neck.

You leaned into it, breathing in through your nose and very slowly releasing it through your clenched teeth.

You sagged with each exhale, sinking very slowly until you were kneeling at Mary’s feet.

Your head bowed, and you rested your hands palm up on your knees as another rattling breath left you, pressing back into the hand still on your neck like it was the only thing keeping you from floating away into oblivion.

Mary stood frozen, staring at you as you fixed your posture (Alessia hated it when you slouched) and all of the tension, her eyes darting up to meet Lucy’s.

She hadn’t been sure that it would work. That you would listen to it because she wasn’t Alessia. But now that it had, she wasn’t sure what to do.

She didn’t know what came next, or how to navigate it without crossing your boundaries.

“Good job Y/n,” Lucy said, keeping her voice as soft as Mary’s. “We’re just going to stay here and calm down, alright?”

You let out another shuddering breath, more ripples quaking down your spine, and Mary very gently ran her thumb in circles at the back of your neck, hoping it would help to keep you settled.

She knew it was the touch Alessia always took when you were anxious or nervous, but she was also very much aware that she was not Alessia.

“And then we’ll get one of the trainers to look at your hand after Lessie gets here,” The defender continued, her eyes trained on where your jeans were slowly turning red with the blood from your hand.

“But for now, we’re going to just stay right here,” Mary repeated, letting her thumb graze the nape of your neck.

*******

“Less,” Ella’s voice cut through the sounds of the fans calling for Alessia’s attention, the panic in it drawing the strikers eyes before the midfielder skidded to a stop beside her.

“What’s happened?” Alessia asked, passing the shirt she was signing back to the young girl who had handed it to her.

“Y/n,” Ella panted, her eyes wide, afraid despite the cameras pointed their way. “I’ve never seen her like that,”

Alessia frowned, turning away from the fans and wrapping an arm around Ella’s shoulder to give them some semblance of privacy.

“Seen her like what?” She asked, her tone low with something… darker lingering under the surface.

Ella shook her head, unable to describe it with words. “I need you to come, quickly,”

“Ok,” Alessia agreed, following after the midfielder with little question.

She knew that whatever had happened had to be bad to cause that look. To have Ella say it in front of the fans.

Ella sprinted back towards the tunnel with Alessia on her heels, weaving between equipment people, and players until they reached the locker room.

Leah stood outside the door, directing players to the other showers.

Alessia’s frown deepened. “What’s going on?”

“We thought a smaller audience would be better,” Leah murmured, stepping aside for them. “Looks pretty brutal mate,”

Ella patted her back and she stepped towards the door, steeling herself for whatever was inside as she pressed it open.

Her breath caught in her chest as she took in the scene in front of her.

It looked like something out of a slasher film.

Red covered one of the white stone walls, dripping onto the gray floor in dime-sized circles to where you were sitting. No kneeling between Mary and Lucy, a dark patch forming from where it had soaked into your jeans.

Her jaw clenched at your position.

It was hard for people to understand but kneeling was something… intimate between the two of you. It was a show of the trust that you had for her to take care of you. A way to reinforce the power dynamic in your relationship.

It had taken you a long time to feel comfortable enough to let yourself be vulnerable enough to kneel for her, and she treasured how willing you were now. How you seemed to… crave the position.

For someone else to put you there didn’t sit well with her.

Neither did the way Mary’s hand was holding the back of your neck.

“What happened?” She grit out, her eyes flitting between your form and the two women on your either side.

“we’re not entirely sure. We just caught the tail end,” Mary murmured, her thumb rubbing soothing circles onto your skin.

Your eyes were closed, but Alessia could see the tension in your posture. She could see how on edge you were.

How close you were to subspace.

She snooker her head. “And you thought that this was the solution?”

She wanted to scream at her friends. To give them a lecture about consent and safety and trust (even though you wouldn’t be kneeling for them if you didn’t trust them).

They didn’t know your boundaries. This hadn’t been discussed. What if it went wrong and they didn’t recognize the signs of you passing the point of consent?

She knew you often leaned into the dynamic you shared to calm down. To let go, but she knew your limits. She knew your safe word.

She knew all of the signs to look for, because you craved pain when you felt unstable (a habit that had lingered from your childhood), and you wouldn’t always vocalize your limits.

She worried how far backward you would slip after this.

“It was the only way I could think of to get her to calm down. She wasn’t responding to anything else Less,” Mary explained, her voice very soft and gentle. “I tried to do exactly what you do,”

“We also stayed away from honorifics,” Lucy added. “We knew we were overstepping a bit as it was and didn’t want to push further than we had to,”

Alessia wanted to snort that overstepping was an understatement, but she didn’t.

That wouldn’t help you.

Avoiding honorifics had been a very thoughtful touch.

That would have sent you careening into sub-space, and she doubted either of them could have handled that.

“Alright,” She said, taking a deep breath.

She would need to talk to them later, but right now, her priority was you.

And getting to the bottom of what happened.

Of what changed in the 10 minutes you had been left alone.

She settled herself on the bench, placing her sweatshirt on the ground near her feet to act as a cushion for you, and taking a deep calming breath before she let her eyes fall on you.

“Babygirl,” Her voice came out stern, but not angry, and for the first time, you raised your gaze from the floor to meet hers. “Come here,”

She gestured towards the spot at her feet, and without hesitating, you carefully pulled out of Mary’s grasp and crawled to her.

Her fingers weaved through your hair, and she guided you to rest your cheek on her thigh once you settled on the sweatshirt. “What’s going on sweet one? Talk to me,”

You nuzzled into the soft skin of her leg as her nails dragged against your scalp, trying to remember how to speak.

How to form words that would accurately describe the tearing feeling in your chest.

“Not enough,”

The words were horse as they left your lips, heavy and wet like they had been pulled from the depths of your soul.

Alessia hummed, her nails digging more deeply into your hair. “What’s not enough?”

Your breath rattled in your chest, shaking through you to your core.

At the depths of it, you were not enough.

You would never be enough.

“I’ll go get a doc,” Lucy murmured before you heard the sound of the door.

“What is not enough,” Alessia asked again, more insistent.

“I’m not enough, Miss,” You said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Alessia tutted. “We both know that’s not true,”

You groaned.

It was true. The whole internet believed it.

“It is,” You insisted, pulling away from her warm hold to meet her eyes. “Everyone believes it,”

“Who is everyone?” Alessia pressed, staying calm and even. Being your stability.

“I think this has something to do with it,” Mary said, and your eyes snapped to her, where she was holding your demolished phone, the tweets still lighting up the screen.

You had forgotten she was still here.

“What is it?”

Alessia held her free hand out for it, using the other to settle you back against her thigh.

“Bullshit,” Mary answered, passing the phone to your dominant, moving slowly around you, like she was afraid to spook you.

Alessia hummed, flicking through the images on your cracked screen.

The room was silent as she read the words that had set you off, and you let your eyes slide closed, enjoying her closeness.

Enjoying the ability to let go, and trust that she would take care of it.

You ignored the sound of the door opening again, and feet approaching you and Alessia. You didn’t care if people saw you. You knew that she would defend you if you needed it.

“Sweet girl,” Alessia said, fingers tightening in your hair, and you opened your eyes to meet hers over the phone. “Let them look at your hands,”

Your eyes flickered towards the medics, kneeling in front of you, Lucy standing protectively behind them with Mary.

You hummed, slowly lifting your dominant hand and holding it out towards the medic.

He took it gently between his own and began to examine it with a frown.

“I think she needs x-rays,” He said, looking over you towards Alessia who was still scrolling through your feed. “And I can wrap it after that,”

“Alright,” She said, putting your phone down. “We’ll meet you in the training room in just a moment. Can you three give us a second?”

The medic nodded, retreating with Mary and Lucy.

“Take your time,” Mary paused in the doorway. “Me and Luce will get cleaned up and meet you,”

Alessia let out a sound of agreement.

She waited for the door to close before she very gently pulled you up from your knees and into her lap.

You rested your cheek on her chest, tucking your nose into her still-sweaty jersey.

This time her scent didn’t set you on edge. It joined the feeling of her warm arms wrapped around you and her chin on your head, making you feel safe and warm and cared for, even when you didn’t think you deserved it.

“You know all of those tweets are bullshit right?” She asked after your breathing had evened out. “They’re just trying to get under your skin,”

You made a low noise, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

“You are deserving because you are amazing. You are an incredible fighter, and a good human despite the shit hand you were dealt,” She continued. “I love you, and I will always be here for you. Whether you are the world champion, or we’re eating spam and crackers on my bedroom floor,”

Your eyes slid closed and you buried your face in her chest, your lips lifting just a bit at the mention of your favorite snack from college.

From when you were too broke to afford dinner on the weekends.

It didn’t entirely fix the crumbling feeling that accompanied each beat of your heart, but her words were like a tether holding you to reality.

She had loved you before you were a UFC star and she was England's Star Girl, and she would love you after.

That was all that mattered.

She squeezed you tightly and kissed your head. “Let’s go get your hands fixed and then we can go back to the hotel and watch Love Island before bed, alright?”

You hummed again.

You knew a talk about your coping mechanism, about the wall you had destroyed, would also be included after you had come down.

But you didn’t mind.

You and Alessia would get through it. Together.

#woso imagines #woso x reader #alessia russo x reader #alessia russo imagine #the come down universe

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poangsecretsanta · 1 day ago

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Mulder becomes a Scully

Dana was unhappy, this much Bill knew from the moment she’d arrived. It was her first Christmas after she had recovered from her cancer and she was about to be an aunt, this should have been a jubilant holiday.

Bill was on edge about becoming a father, with Tara’s delivery overdue his nerves were frayed and he wished his father’s stoic presence was there. Bill tried his best to rally his little sister, begged her to be present with them, but in every encounter she seemed a million miles away.

Bill knew it was more than this mysterious case and that little girl she seemed to latch onto. He wanted to blame her Partner, that he was dragging her away from them; but the hardest fact to face was that this was all of Dana’s own doing, her choice to keep a moat between her and them. Each time he reached out to her, he felt like he was rejected; and it frustrated him to see her so withdrawn.

Bill did not understand how or why Dana was trying to adopt this previously unknown child. The thought that it could be her biological daughter made him dizzy, but a big part of him wanted this for her. This could be the blessing she needed to get her life on track and away from her FBI work.

Bill was honored to support his sister in the adoption hearing, speaking honestly of her capacity to care for others and her ability to provide a stable home. As a Naval Officer and a blood relative, he hoped his testimony would hold more weight.

On leaving the judge’s quarters, Bill was shocked to see Fox Mulder there, ready to be a character witness. Dana’s boss had provided a glowing reference for her via phone already and Bill could only wonder at the fact the man flew across the country to be there for her.

With a scold and a sigh, Bill resented the man’s presence, ready to send him packing the moment he was done helping Dana. With one fierce look Maggie Scully informed Bill he would be doing no such thing and begrudgingly he had no recourse but to accept his fate.

Perhaps Bill would have remained sullen and cold, but that it was like a switch had been flicked on and suddenly Dana had arrived with them. So Bill endured his presence if only to get to spend time with his sister and for that he was rewarded. At dinner Dana was animated, laughing as Tara told her of her pregnancy war stories. Bill wanted to attribute her change in mood to her adoption proceedings looking more positive, but his wife knew better.

“It’s him Bill. I don’t know what’s going on between them, but you need to work out how to make peace with him or else you’re going to lose her.”

Bill wanted to hold a grudge, but it was clear Fox Mulder would do anything for his sister so there was no question as to where he would be staying while he was in town.

That night Dana was surprised to find Tara struggling to reach the clean towels in the linen closet as she went upstairs to put her paperwork away. Dana intercepted it for her with a questioning look.

“It’s for Fox.”

Dana smiled as her brother walked over with some spare bedding and a pillow stacking it on to Scully’s arms.

“Here you go short stuff,” Bill said with a razz in his voice, knowing his sister was poking her tongue out from behind the pile of linen. Placing them all in her room, Scully stopped in to say ‘thank you’ to Bill and Tara for letting Mulder stay with them.

Bill didn’t mean to tear up as she hugged him but he felt connected to her in a way that had been missing for so long. Helping Tara to bed, the women laughed as Bill played nurse maid with Tara’s pillows, building a retaining wall to keep her partially upright.

Grabbing Dana’s hand, Tara assured Dana that Fox was welcomed to stay here anytime.

Bill nodded in silent confirmation, and Dana beamed at them both.

The days ahead were filled with melodrama; Dana’s child battled for her health in the same hospital Tara struggled with a complicated delivery. Finally Mathew was born and sweet Emily passed away, Uncle Bill seeing her one last time through the glass window as she slept in her coma.

Holding his son in his arms Bill felt the weight of what his sister had lost and he wondered how she would ever carry on.

The service for the little girl was brief. The family sat through Mass and once again, Bill watched Dana pull away from her family. A part of him wondered if losing a child you didn’t know about hurt as much as one you knew from inception, but his heart told him that the Scully family was wired to love their offspring no matter what. Whether he understood how or why the child came into being no longer mattered, Bill was there to mourn the loss of his young niece.

As Bill left Dana behind in the church he wished she’d reconsider driving back with them, he needed to know she was ok. It was the bouquet of flowers he saw Fox Mulder holding as he entered the church that calmed his mind. It was such an innocuous gesture amongst all the injustices that had taken place but it meant something.

While Bill may never consider the man a friend, he could see that he was a safe place for his sister. For all of Fox Mulder’s faults he was the one she had chosen, and that made him de facto family.

Dana insisted on taking a Red Eye back to D.C with Fox after the funeral. Stopping over at the house to pack their things, Fox waited on the porch for Scully to change clothes and finalize her luggage.

Bill made his way out onto the porch and noticed that Mulder tensed his body as he saw him approach. A part of him enjoyed the fact that the man anticipated an uncomfortable confrontation, but Bill was there on a mission of peace.

“Does she talk to you,” Bill asked, trying to keep his frustration at bay.

“Only when she wants too,” Mulder replied with a shake of his head.

Bill gave a knowing grunt and patted Mulder on the shoulder.

“You look after her,” Bill said with a serious warning tone.

“We look after each other,” Mulder replied with a cocky defiance that reminded Bill of why the man grated on him.

Before Bill could make his way into the house he heard Fox Mulder’s voice.

“Hey Bill, thanks for letting me stay, I appreciate it.”

Mulder stood up and offered Bill his hand, it was a peace offering.

“Any time,” Bill said with a firm shake and a nod.

Maggie Scully and Dana arrived in time to witness the exchange but knew better than to mention anything. Instead, Dana hugged her brother longer than she had in years, telling him to send lots of pictures of her nephew. As Dana hugged her brother, Maggie gave Fox another hug goodbye and ordered him to come for dinner when they all got settled at home.

Maggie and Bill watched as the rental car drove away, silently they both understood that Fox Mulder was now part of their family.

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randomfoggytiger · 4 months ago

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The Scully Family In-Depth (Part XIX): Eyes Averted, and Final Decisions

Thus far we've discussed the effect Scully's diagnosis has had on herself, her mother, and her brother. Yet, it's not until this scene in Redux II that we hear the Scully family bouncing off of each other in a crisis: what behavior they expect from one another, and what boundaries they do and don't push. It's an interesting portrait of resurfaced dynamics and shared familial traits.

More importantly, it sets up blink-and-you'll-miss-it explorations of their differing perspectives on Scully's odds of survival.

THE FIGHT

The scene opens on Bill’s building anger (“This is crazy, just crazy”) and Mulder’s somber, challenging response (“Well, crazy in what sense-- in that it might save your sister’s life?”)

The camera quickly cuts to Scully’s expression during their exchange. She closes her eyes in a controlled shudder at Mulder’s blatant acknowledgement of her illness, opening them only when she has regained mastery over her rocked emotions.

Bill is flabbergasted but contains his fury.

His control is very telling. In Gethsemane, he pushed and prodded his sister's motives-- why didn't you tell me? do you know what our mother's been through? "loyal to who, to this guy Mulder?"-- but never yelled. When he first met his sister's partner, he shook his hand and glowered but didn't tear him up (as he will later this episode.) And here, he's listened to Mulder's farfetched explanation of farfetched chips and cures but still refrains. Bill seems to have put himself under an injunction (be it his own resolve or Maggie's warning) not to provoke or punish; but that resolve requires restraint. As we see here, Mulder pushes his buttons and effortlessly dissolves that restraint in under two minutes.

“You’re not a doctor. You have no place even suggesting this… science fiction.”

Maggie and Scully bend their heads, their body language stiff and conflict-avoidant but not shocked or surprised. To them, a Navy man laying down the law is not a new phenomenon.

“It’s not science fiction,” Mulder insists, immovably calm.

This interaction is solidifying what Bill perceives to be Mulder’s character: insistent, thoughtless action followed by blatant denial of reality. For the first time, we hear Bill Scully holler.

“He’s never heard of it!”

Scully writhes in discomfort-- not wanting to be caught in the middle of her brother’s anger and Mulder’s last, pleading attempt-- and her mother catches it. Shaking off her role of quiet military wife immediately, she softly latches onto her son's arm and orders, "Bill."

Her son immediately complies, respectfully sighing out the bite in his voice. Turning to the doctor, he questions, “Have you?”

“No, I haven’t.”

Maggie takes the lead here, stepping in before Mulder or Bill can steer the conversation back to confrontation. “I think there’s an obvious… difference of opinion here,” she puts delicately, carefully laying down her unspoken expectations of both men.

Mulder nods, easily acquiescing; then turns to Scully when she quickly speaks up.

SCULLY'S DECISION IS HER OWN

Even on her deathbed, Dana Scully commands the respect to speak and to be heard. “I think… that everybody here has their heart in the right place.”

She spares a split-second smile towards her mother, affection and love pouring from her worn, red eyes.

Maggie's expression is not soft or warm: it's one of steely distrust. She is letting Dana advocate for herself but knows, already knows, she will disagree with the final decision.

It’s not a stretch to come to this conclusion, either: her daughter left medicine for the FBI, creating a rift in the family; her daughter signed a living will privately, leaving Maggie to grapple with the task of following it through without notice; her daughter was somewhere else in the wild when Melissa was shot and died in her place; and her daughter didn’t want to tell her about the cancer diagnosis at first, then swore her to secrecy after. She may respect that Dana has the right to make decisions for her own life, but she doesn’t trust her-- each choice Scully has made unintentionally wounded Maggie.

And since her husband’s death, Maggie seems less and less willing to “shove off” without question.

Bill, meanwhile, waits patiently for his sister to continue. However, when Scully insists, with strength in her voice, “But I need it to be my decision”, he shakes his head, attempting to break in with a gentle, “Dana--”

Here we see a Scully family tic. He looks down and away when something personally affects him. Here, when his sister considers putting "pseudoscience" in her neck; later, when he cracks himself open to weigh Mulder's motives in the hallway.

“I know you’re only looking out for me, Bill,” Scully begins, watching her brother's face fall, "but I don’t think you have all the facts.”

Her unbeatable spirit shines through-- faith in her facts and a little pride in herself. Assured, and believing she will pull through.

Mulder looks from her to Bill; and Bill, knowing he can’t budge his sister, looks down before laying the blame fully at Mulder’s feet.

It’s an important moment for his character: Memento Mori Bill would have blamed Scully for their father’s dashed pride and Melissa’s death. Instead, this Bill blames only Mulder for his family’s destruction. And even then, as much as he despises her partner, this Bill will still give him a opportunity to explain himself.

Seizing one last chance to countermand his sister's inclination, Bill looks to his mother, hoping she will talk her daughter out of it. Mulder catches this and swings his attention to Maggie's face, too.

“Don’t you think you should listen to your doctor?” she asks, diplomatically; tense, strained, and hoping Dana won't pursue the wrong path at the last hour.

“Yes,” Scully insists, taking a gulp of air for her weak voice, “I am.”

Mulder immediately reads between the lines, brokering her concerns to her doctor. “Will she have to stop her conventional treatment?”

An important incident occurs: Scully panics, terrified at the thought she will have to stop her treatment plan. Because, deep down, Scully doesn’t believe she will die: her treatment-- her science-- will save her; and if it fails, then Mulder’s magic tricks will cure her.

We know this to be the case because of her reaction to Bill’s incredulous, “You think you can cure yourself” in Gethsemane (post here); we know this because of her fright now that she will, perhaps, be disconnected from the medical safety net; we know this because she hasn’t, yet, accepted that death is imminent (and won't until Mulder’s chip “fails” and she falls apart in front of her mother.)

Scully desperately locks onto her doctor as he soberly explains, “To be honest, at this point, the only approach I have left with her particular cancer is… quite unconventional.”

Scully’s science has failed her; and she is crestfallen.

However-- as in everything that is too terrible to face immediately-- Scully brushes her desperation aside, shoring up courage by closing her eyes and clutching the chip tighter.

“I’d like to try this,” she determines, resolved.

The camera shoots back to Maggie, caught between shades of disappointment, frustration, and resignation; and she turns to the wall to hide her turbulent emotions from her daughter.

Maggie, like Dana, does not believe her daughter is marked for death-- she still wants her to fight, to take treatment, to turn to God and pray with Father McCue and trust to miracles. It’s a faith not unlike Mulder’s: they both believe, though she prefers to pray down the miracles and he to catch them in his hands.

Resigned, Bill resentfully snaps up his head to glare meaningfully at Mulder. Mulder, spotting the searing animosity from across the room, keeps his head turned, uncomfortably avoiding eye contact.

Bill, unlike his sister and mother, does not believe Scully will be cured-- the cancer is in her bloodstream, and all the family can hope for is a peaceful death. Hence, he buries the hurt and frustration her reticence caused, tries to steer the work away from her room, and intends to lay off of Mulder for Dana's sake. He is showing his love by guarding her last days-- not unlike Melissa’s bedside manner (posts here and here): both prepared themselves for their sister's death by looking out for her best interest (and by confronting Mulder mercilessly.) The difference between he and his first sister is that Melissa believed in the impossible, and Bill only in the probable.

And that's the reason he and Scully and Mulder butt heads: he's looking out for his little sister, but he doesn't have all the facts.

Scully, emotionally overwhelmed, takes a page from her mother and brother’s book by avoiding everyone’s eyes.

CONCLUSION

Maggie bears the scars of her daughter's decisions, calling in Bill to lean on his strength (while also keeping him wisely in-check.)

Bill has revealed that he prefers the status quo. Trusting that her doctor has done his best, he views Mulder's last-minute, untested, shaky-at-best cure to be a reprehensibly irresponsible suggestion. Without saying it out loud, he has resigned Scully to her fate-- and Mulder, brilliant man that he is, has noticed and resents it, picking at Bill's disbelief in small pokes or digs.

Mulder has doubled down on the untested and (seemingly) unscientific chip he picked up from the DOD as the cure-all for brain cancer. He’s already argued-- and won-- for it to be tried, handing out hope to the sick and dying. Bill, stubborn and distrustful, sees this trial as a moral failure; and hates his guts for it.

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autistic-crypt1d · 2 months ago

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X-Files Live Blogging:

Season 1

Ok so I'm like 90% sure I've tried to watch the first episode before and bailed but I'm gonna try again. I see so much stuff about this show on here and I wanna be a part of it so you're gonna join me in experiencing it for the first time!

Updates:

- ok so far this is not at all what I remembered so high hopes

- Scully!!

- I've seen these two in so many drawingssss

- man this show is old old

- they're both so pretty

- why is bro so mad, if he's so confident he didn't miss anything why is he mad they're taking a second look? Not a good look my guy

- OOP

- oh wowie that is grossss

- ok this is cool I like this show

- why is it always POURING in old ass shows. Like it's dumping BUCKETS.

- ah man not a damn shower scene

- oh ok, valid reason

- THEY'RE SO CUTE

- THE HUG

- ooooo backstory timeeee

- this is getting good oh wow

- yikes, Scully don't call people vegetables

- I really hope this show doesn't have tooo much yikes stuff. I know it's old but still some shows are a bajillion times worse than others.

- holy shit that subconscious movement towards her???? AHHHHH

- the produce section???? Good fucking god people

- if he knew it was Billy why wouldn't he cuff him to the bed or have him in a secure room or some shit???

- wtf just happened

- alright wtf is up with tall lanky man he's weirding me out

- yoooo they have more of those implant things!!

- ok I still don't understand some things about the case. Why were all the other kids killed when Billy brought them to the woods but not the last girl? Why was she spared and both her and Billy's marks removed?

- Deep Throat, hate that title omfg

- pffft those MIP outfits look ridiculous, and so are their momements omfg

- long ass intro geez

- pffft the way Mulder just drags her out of the car

- that little smile!!!

- it's so weird seeing seatbelts attached to car doors

- is that Colonel Makepeace from Stargate???

- Mulderrrr don't go without Scully you dumb dumb!!

- please don't step on a landmine

- oh shit alien ship

- see this is why you need Scully, who's gonna verify what you saw now

- ah yes, run along the road where the cars can follow you, definitely not back into the grass where it would be difficult to follow

- Scully is gonna kick your asses for kidnapping him

- OH SHIT

- GET HIS ASS SCULLY

- HERE SHE COMES, PREPARE TO BE WHOOPED

- aw Mulder :(

- she's trying so hard to protect him

- damn I really like this show

- Squeeze

- oh wow hate that, creepy eyeballs in a sewer

- I recognize that business guy, he's been in another show I've watched, Psych maybe?

- not the ketchup blood XD

- sorry I gotta skip the into, that shit is so long

- that's where the "spooky? Do you think I'm spooky?" audio came from?????

- boy howdy vent guy is creepy

- the necklace grab??? HELLO????

- YEEESH those damn eyes dude

- oh boy he stretchin

- YOU TELL HIM DANA

- woah they just mentioned 2023 as the distant future that's wild to hear in 2024 haha

- that brown pantsuit Scully is wearing??? WOW

- hey now, don't be grabbing Scully you slithery fuck

- Colton you suck

- DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT SLITHERY BASTARD

- LEAVE THE HOUSE SCULLY WHAT'RE YOU DOING

- nice work team

- aww the retired guy finally got closure 😭

- THE SOFT ARM TOUCH

- uhhhhh idk that that cell is good enough y'all

- I don't like that grin he's got, he's gonna escape isn't he

- Conduit

- sleeping outside with no tent??? Girl what about snakes and ants and things???

- she put her children out there while she slept in there camper??? Wtf???

- THE LEAN INNNN

- man that lake is gorgeous

- did the sherriff really just scratch his damn chin with evidence

- intense Mulder, oof!

- wooooaaaah that code page thing of Ruby is so cool

- ahhhh I love Mulder lore

- that tackleeee, nice moves Mulder

- why is she doing CPR if she's just unconscious??

- AHHHH dude the way Mulder gently directs Scully with a soft touch, BRO

- I can't get over the fact that his first name is Fox

- Dana has looked fantastic in literally every outfit so far, she's so cool

- geez y'all the tape is so sad wtf

- "I want to believe" OW OW OW OW OW

- Jersey Devil

- oh wow I haven't heard Bingo in a long ass time

- is that Bill Lee from Stargate??

- oop, Bill Lee hath been taken

- y'all, the way these two look at eachother??? And how close they get?? CONSTANTLY?? BRUH

- aha! She thinks he's cute!

- oh hey it's that asshole scientist from Eureka

- I recognize the guy who plays the homeless man helping Mulder but idk where from

- Mulder. Mulder please why do you always do these things alone

- I'm sorry I cannot take you seriously handing that guy that goofy ass drawing

- good god dude it's a first date why are you talking about her meeting your kids

- not the bigfoot with tits picture 😂

- ya know, I really appreciate the ranger being on their side in this

- ah it's those damn MIP guys again

- Anthropologist dude rules for not selling them out

- damn he really just leapt out that window

- oh she did too damn!

- run!!

- OOP

- so they're just cannibals? Nothing supernatural?

- THE GRAB AS SHE LAYS HIM BACK OMFG

- oh boy it's gettin wild now!

- that poor actress having to climb all over rocks while naked

- aw man :(

- I would've expected long nails considering she's been clawing into people

- the red plaid suit??? Hello??? GORGEOUS

- why would that Rob dude ask her to get her friend's kid to go hang out with him and his kid???? Bro is weird

- uhhhh that's the dude from the beginning, didn't his leg get chewed off my the male?? I'm confused because that was most definitely the guy from the beginning.

- Shadows

- the woman packing up the office looks really familiar too

- ooo, ghost??

- there's no ads on this episode, weird

- eew I do noooooot like the twitching

- why tf are they all blank facing them

- the way he leans in to speak to her heeeeeellllpppp

- ok so the woman who got attacked is alive

- AHHHHHHH CREEPY CREEPY CREEPY

- hell yeah ghost, stop that creepy perv!!

- did Mulder just look at her ass when she sat down?? He did a whole ass lean and everything!

- awww Mulder wanting to go to the liberty bell with Scully 😭

- Ghost in the Machine

- Brad dude is from Eureka!! Funnily enough the company is called Eurisko, really close

- Mulder. Buddy. You did not just call and elevator politically correct for being accessible to the visually impaired. That's just accessibility, nothing political about that (or at least there shouldn't be).

- Lamana, you suck

- yeah Mulder you tell him!!

- noooo don't back down :(

- is that Harrison Well's house from The Flash???? Am I imagining this??

- oh my god no I just googled images of it, that's the same house!!!

- uh oh, he's gonna die isn't he

- ah crap Mulder thinks Brian did it doesn't he

- he doesn't!!! Phew

- GEKDJDJS I THOUGHT THAT WAS GONNA BE SO MUCH WORSE OMFG

- secret agents Scully and Mulder let's goooo

- uh oh

- why tf is there debris in the vent system. Whose receipts are those???

- OH NO

- MULDER DO SOMETHING

- BRUH

- LET'S GO SCULLY

- biiiiiiiitch nooooooooo

- Ice

- why does bro have 2 identical boob cuts, 1 on each. They also look very unrealistic.

- what in the fresh hell is happening

- the duo is goin to Alaska!

- there's some funky virus in the ice isn't there. Reminds me of that one Eureka episode

- GET HIM SCULLY

- he is so not gonna be ok

- EEW

- oh yeah he dead

- nooooo sports guy 😭

- man I hate Scully and Mulder being on opposing sides :(

- AHHHHH NOOOOOO

- this isn't gonna be the end of it is it

- this show really doesn't do closure closure does it, every episode is just like, welp it could 1000% come back

- Space

- ooooo spaceeeee

- I recognize the ex astronaut security guy from something

- MAYBOURNE??? YUCK. Hopefully he's not a jackass in this show

- again with the damn buckets of water on the windshield

- wtf was that????

- aaaaand it's magically not raining anymore. It's not even wet!!!!

- yeeesh him looking in the mirror like that was so creepy

- oh what in the fresh hell is happening to his face

- y'all this is intense!!!

- HELL YEAH

- I don't really understand why the space thing wanted to kill the astronauts

- Fallen Angel

- Mulder in a leather jacket???

- Mulder hiding under a truck and sneaking around a military base like a secret agent while wearing a leather jacket???

- see this is what happens when you go investigating without Scully

- I'm sorry I cannot take Mulder seriously as mr tough guy, he's just so baby

- ah here comes Scully to rescue his ass

- uhhhh is that an invisibility thing

- ow I hate those flashing lights

- ok immune to laser fence thing

- "it won't get away" already did my guy

- or maybe it didn't?

- the face that soldier Jackson is making is rage inducing, please stop

- welp, the entity made my wish come true I guess

- Mulder is so sweet 😭

- y'all the lenses they're using as the pov for the entity is making me sick

- Scully is so sick of this shit XD

- wtf is it doing to him??

- seems like a lot of trouble to go through just to take one human, I wonder why they're doing it

- I wish we got more insight into Scully's thoughts through all this. She's been seeing a loooot of stuff since she got paired with Mulder and given her skepticism, I'd just really like to know what's going through her head in all this.

- Eve

- ooooo, vampire??

- CLONES???

- well, I'm a little confused as to why they're killing them by draining their blood still

- ah ok so the little girls DID do it

- why tf would she try again knowing what the other Eves were like. Why are people obsessed with making perfect humans, what's the point of life if not to learn and grow?

- man they are playing them like a damn fiddle!!

- uh oh

- WHY WOULD YOU LICK IT

- hey now, that better not be who I think it is

- god damn it, it is

- yeesh what an episode

- this show is nothing but cliff hangers wtf!!!

- Fire

- OH

- who tf is that and why is she smooching Mulder

- yes she does hate you, your smooching her weirdo

- where tf do I know her from?

- is that Crowley????

- I couldn't tell with the facial hair before I thought he just looked similar, but without it yeah!

- ahhhhhh I don't like these zoom inssss

- ah yes smoke a cigarette when you have a cough, that'll help

- interesting

- you tell him Michael!!!

- seriously? They can't drive themselves even once??

- I REMEMBER WHERE I KNOW HER FROM. She played the woman that chief Vick set Henry Spencer up with in Psych!!

- BRUH, DO NOT HOOK UP WITH HER

- Scully came anyway 😭

- maybe if y'all weren't MAKING OUT AT WORK, you would've noticed!!!

- you got this Mulder come on

- come on Mulder!!!!

- damn it dude

- so she's been hitting on Mulder the entire time while having an affair with the husband???

- man this guy really gets typecasted huh, first this pyrokinetic serial killer, then the king of hell!

- yes Mulder!! Face your fears!!!

- welp, looks like his cockiness killed him. Do we finally get an actual ending???

- nope he's alive, great

- a hyperbaric chamber?? You mean the thing filled with a fuck ton of oxygen??? So smart, definitely not INCREDIBLY FLAMMABLE.

- Beyond the Sea

- GENERAL HAMMOND????

- Scully's dad is General fuckin Hammond????

- he died :(

- THE FACE TOUCH

- oh shit, is the death of her father gonna be the thing that gets her to believe?

- "he was your father" that really does not answer her question

- I feel like I recognize Boggs from somewhere

- how tf is a prisoner allowed to have earrings. Also, he only had 1 in the first couple shots but now he has 2.

- now he has 1 again? Maybe they just had that one shot flipped so it looked like the other ear

- OOOO MULDER YOU SLY DOG

- OH FUCK

- Scully please don't go in there alooooone what is with these two!!!

- OH FUUUUCK

- dude the guy playing Boggs can fucking ACT like DAMN

- BERNIE, the dude that plays Boggs also played Bernie in Psych!!!

- HELL YEAH SCULLY

- it's so compelling to see what Mulders limits are in his belief, that he can blind himself to things he would ordinarily fight for others to see because of his history with the person

- she didn't go??

- he's trying to convince her to believe now? He's been denying it the whole episode!!!

- weird episode

- Genderbender

- uhhh I'm a bit scared of what this is gonna be about by that title, fingers crossed it's not transphobic shit and just a shapeshifter 🤞

- ok so yes a shapeshifter, and like, a succubus?

- uh oh

- so I'm guessing these people adopted this way of life to prevent hurting people? And this other one that's killing people has gone rogue?

- ah yes Mulder, crumple the map up instead of trying to find a land mark and reorient yourself

- what in the fresh hell

- AHHHHH I HATE THE GOOPY STUFF

- NO NO NO YOU LEAVE SCULLY ALONE

- YOU BASTARD HOW COULD YOU SHE WAS NICE TO YOU

- ok so they each have a male and female form?

- hope that damn farm boy perishes painfully for trying to do that shit

- ah yep, there's the transphobic comment ok.

- SHOOT HIS ASS

- damn it

- rapist aliens, hate it. I'll be skipping this one if I rewatch the series in the future

- Lazarus

- yeesh, I wonder if Scully will end up believing that the guy who came back isn't him anymore

- man they really fell into that pink blood trap from old shows didn't they

- idk how she could deny that that isn't him after this

- damn, that was dark

- Mulder not lushing her to believe either way ahhhhh ouchyyy

- Young at Heart

- uhhhh, what is a prisoner doing roaming around

- UHHHHH WTF

- y'all, Scully is so little 😭 I know Mulder is like super tall but even compared to other women she's little, much less when standing in a room of Mulder height people XD

- oof more Mulder lore, man cannot catch a break

- damn, seeing old fashioned hand writing analysis be done is so cool, even in NCIS, a fairly old crime show, they still use tech for it. Hearing her talk about the markers and indicators is so so neat

- BITCH YOU BETTER NOT HURT SCULLY

- I recognize Dr. Ridley from something...

- it's the time loop guy from Stargate SG-1!!!

- the way young Barnette speaks is rage inducing

- E.B.E.

- oh wow that's quite a ship

- what's with the blue light thing?

- "Mulder you're the only one I trust" BROOOOOOO

- oh hey it's the woman who plays the tech on the Daedalus in Stargate who works with Hermiod!!

- HIS CODENAME IS DEEP THROAT????

- LET HIM LOOK ANYWAYYYY

- of course it's gone

- Miracle Man

- ah man a religious episode

- who tf subjects a child to that

- ughhhhhh

- yeah that's not creepy at all!!!

- gross gross gross I hate it

- the burned guy is the problem right? He's like channeling the boy and taking the lives of those that die? And maybe he's super against the autopsies because "desecrating" the body will undo it or something? Idk I'm guessing here cuz I'm confused

- oh shit Scully is doing the autopsy? Intense, aw man and Mulder is trying his best to be there

- oh ok so that's not what's happening

- uh oh

- ok it was the burned guy I was right!! He just wasn't doing it supernaturally

- oh wow

- Shapes

- oooo cryptid??

- ok so if you get scratched you get infected. It went from Joe to Lyle

- I wonder what triggers a new one once it's killed, cuz there was a distance between the killings in the past

- oh, so it's dormant until a night after the person gets too blood lusty?

- damn it, why is Scully always being left alone with the monsters or bad guys and Mulder is always chasing them alone

- how is she not hearing the loud ass growling sounds

- also, why is there a random ass cougar in a cage

- "something" jumped you?? Really Scully?? There was only one thing in that bathroom

- Darkness Falls

- wow those woods are gorgeous

- I'm very intrigued

- wtf was that shit

- oh my god Scully in that neon coat 😭 she's pretty in everything!!!

- I recognize the sherriff from somewhere

- Castle! He's in Castle

- oh boy, that creepy

- I recognize the Doug guy too

- holy crap it's THAT guy! Man he's like big time now

- ah so they got themselves killed by chopping down an ancient tree, karma

- Steve is the worst, hope he gets taken by bugs

- oh yeah he's done for

- OH HELL

- Tooms

- not the lizard bitch again

- AUGH THE EYESSSS

- who tf left his slot open!! Fools!!!

- Colonel Caldwell?!?!?

- do not release this mf

- Mulder, I hate to say it but that was never gonna fly

- welp, someone is gonna die now

- THAT MUCH SLURPING AND LICKING WAS SO UNNECESSARY AHHHHH

- nice work sheriff, nice work

- OH HELL NO

- bro is not about to come out of a toilet come on

- ok he didn't but he is disgusting anyway

- "Mulder, I wouldn't put myself on the line for anyone but you" BROOOOO "if there's an ice tea in that bag, could be love" "must be fate, Mulder. Root beer" THEY'RE SO IN LOVE OMFG

- black car, red interior, so cool

- Mulder's turn to be attacked by lizard guy

- wtf is he doing

- oh

- YEESH

- OH

- oh that is gross, but hey he's finally dead

- Born Again

- psychic kid?

- ok so dead guy is involved? Girl is a medium then? Like ghost whisperer?

- I recognize the Tony guy from something

- oh shit they murdered that dude

- I looked him up, he's been in a lot of stuff I've seen apparently, NCIS, Supernatural, Psych, SG-1, and I haven't seen Law and Order really but I think I recognize him from trailers and stuff

- maybe the girl witnessed the first dude's murder or was nearby? And she could see his spirit or something? Or maybe he just latched onto her?

- oh reincarnation, that makes more sense

- bro really helped murder his partner and then got with his wife

- wtf is that

- honestly this episode is really uninteresting to me

- interesting we got a report by Mulder instead of Scully at the end though

- Roland

- well fuck you ableist scientist dude

- he killed the not mean one :(

- I recognize Roland from something, probably Stargate

- alright well the era is showing here. They're talking about Autistic people like they're inherently stupid, that savants are human calculators who can't even understand what they're doing. I hope everyone who reads this and has or plans to watch this show understands that that is severely false. Autism is a spectrum and being autistic doesn't make you stupid, "unusual" speech and movement aren't indicative of intelligence. And having high support needs isn't indicative of intelligence either!

- poor guy, he doesn't wanna hurt anyone :(

- good riddance Arthur, some brother, taking him over and making him murder people

- He gave her his stars 😭 guysssss

- Erlenmeyer Flask

- wow that is quite a title

- the chase scene and the dude being semi invisible reminds me so much of the Replicator on Earth episode from SGA

- some sort of superhuman project maybe?

- god DAMN Mulder leapt that fence like it was nothing!!

- oooooo Scully is reaching the point of belief!!!!

- yeah a sort of superhuman project! Alien human hybrids

- oh shit they killed the doctor who helped them :(

- ah yes Mulder, go into the darm attic without a flashlight

- OOP

- oh god his face, poor Mulder 😭

- help him Scullyyyyy

- CONFIDENCE SCULLY, CONFIDENCE

- Dana, responsible, rule following, FBI agent Scully breaking a billion laws all for Fox Spooky Mulder

- how tf did she sneak that out of there

- are they gonna shoot him

- YEP

- Scully is never gonna be the same after this, at least she got Mulder back though

- you can't seperate the duo!!!! No!!!

Holy crap Season one was amazing, I'm gonna start season 2 immediately and I'll link it here once it's posted!

Season 2

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daryltwdixon · 14 days ago

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The Heart of Us: Chapter 7

curious what you all make of this format, please let me know!

Out in the small courtyard of the home, a woman waits beside a trolley, her glasses perched on the edge of her nose, giving her a warm, unassuming look. Deanna stands beside her, instructing each of you to leave your weapons.

"They're still your gun," she announces to the group, "You can check them out whenever you go outside the wall. But when you're here, we store them for safety,"

You watch as, one by one, the others step forward, reluctantly handing over their lifelines, the weight of their weapons slipping from their hands and into the pile.

The woman’s expression is open, too friendly, her pudgy frame radiating a disarming warmth that feels odd against the tension thick in the air. When Carol steps up, she starts to remove her rifle, but her movements are clumsy, exaggerated—she fumbles with the strap, looking like she can’t quite figure out how to unhook it from her shoulder. It doesn’t make sense; you know Carol, know how effortlessly she handles a weapon. She’s a good shot, calm and precise.

A hint of confusion prickles in you as you watch her struggle, your gaze narrowing. Carol, who’s spent years adapting to survival, now looks like a woman who’s barely held a rifle. But just as she finishes setting the gun down with a dramatic huff, she meets your gaze. There’s a glint in her eyes, a knowing look that clicks in your mind.

She’s pretending .

It’s a small revelation, but it settles something in you, making you feel grounded amidst the strangeness of Alexandria. Carol has always known how to navigate people, how to show them exactly what they need to see. She’s playing a part, already working to understand and blend into this place on her terms. If only you knew how to be anything but yourself.

The woman glances at you then, a slight smile tugging at her mouth. “Should’ve brought another bin,” she says, her gaze flickering to the now-heaping pile of weapons on the trolley.

You step forward slowly, not offering a smile in return, your gaze darting to Rick for reassurance. He watches you, his face set, giving you a slight, tight nod. With a deep breath, you lift your rifle, reluctantly slipping it from around your body and placing it down, laying it gently among the others. The moment your fingers let go, you feel the loss acutely, the absence of its familiar weight making your shoulder feel bare. The woman pulls the trolley away, and you can’t help folding your arms across your chest, suddenly feeling exposed, vulnerable.

Eventually, Aaron leads the group up to two houses, standing side by side, towering over you like monuments of another life. They’re large, stately homes, the kind you never dreamed you’d enter. The only time you’d ever seen a house like this—a familiar memory tugs at your heart, her face rising in your mind, clear as day.

Dana. Your college roommate. She’d invited you to Thanksgiving once, back when things like holidays still mattered, back when the world was whole. She was from a part of town you wouldn’t have gone near unless someone had dared you to egg a house as a kid. You remember the nausea that hit you stepping through the front doors of her family’s McMansion—the gleaming marble floors, pristine appliances, and spare bedrooms meant just for guests. The money, the excess—it had been dizzying, surreal.

But now…you look at these houses with a different kind of awe. They’re not opulent like Dana’s family home had been, not quite that polished or extravagant. But they stand here, intact, and it’s more than you could’ve imagined having back when survival was all you knew, even as a kid. These places feel like relics, like something you’ve stumbled upon that belonged to another world, another lifetime. And as you follow Aaron up the path, an unsettling mix of gratitude and wariness tightens your chest. Because for all the comfort these homes promise, you know that you’re a stranger here, stepping into something that doesn’t quite feel real.

Stepping inside the house feels surreal, the kind of alien sensation that settles under your skin and refuses to leave. Every detail—the fresh paint on the walls, the unscuffed floors, the faint scent of some floral cleaner—feels staged, a display of a world that doesn’t exist anymore. Your gaze catches on the sink, clean and gleaming, and without thinking, you reach out, your fingers hovering over the handle, hesitating.

Slowly, you grip the handle, the cool metal pressing between your thumb and forefinger, and lift. A steady stream of water flows out, clear and smooth. The sight alone nearly takes your breath away. Plumbing. You hold your hand under the flow for a moment, feeling the crisp, cold sensation spread over your skin, grounding and strange all at once.

But even the water can’t wash away the feeling of displacement, the gnawing sense that you don’t belong here. The others move through the house behind you, exploring, but their voices barely register as you step outside, needing to shake off the growing tightness in your chest. Outside, you find Daryl sitting on the porch, his back against the railing, eyes lowered to the ground. Without a word, you lower yourself down beside him, feeling some of the tension ease just by being in his presence.

He doesn’t look at you, but he digs into his pocket, fishing out a crumpled cigarette. He lights it, the glow casting brief shadows across his face, and then offers it to you without a word. You take it, inhaling deeply, the smoke filling your lungs with a familiar, gritty warmth that settles you more than any clean, spacious house could. You pass it back, your fingers brushing against his as he takes it, the silence between you comfortable, thick with understanding. After a moment, Daryl reaches for your hand, bringing it up and settling it in his lap. His fingers find the ring you wear, toying with it absently, twisting it around—something he’s done a thousand times. His dark hair falls over his eyes, obscuring his expression, but you don’t need to see his face to feel the tension radiating off him. The unease in him mirrors your own, a shared wariness of the comfort Alexandria offers, the kind that feels alien to the both of you.

His thumb rubs over your knuckles, an absentminded, grounding gesture that steadies you. Out here on the porch, away from the gleaming interiors, you can almost breathe—but it’s never quite enough. Even with Daryl beside you, the quiet of this place feels strange, as if you’re cut off from the real world. The whole place has an unnatural stillness to it, the high walls looming like barriers meant to keep you in, not out. It feels like a cage, blocking out the world—the one you know, where survival is gritty and hard-earned, where every comfort has a cost. The silence between you and Daryl says it all, a shared understanding that this peace feels manufactured, restrained. As his fingers continue to trace over your knuckles, the pressure of his touch grounding you, you feel it too— this place, as safe as it may seem, isn’t meant for people like you.

The porch door creaks open, and you glance up to see Carol standing there, arms crossed, her gaze flickering between the two of you. “They’ve got showers set up inside,” she says, her voice light but coaxing. “Hot water, too. You two should go clean up.”

Daryl’s head shifts slightly, a small shake. He’s not moving yet. His fingers still loosely trace over your ring, not quite ready to let go of the steady moment you’ve found together here.

You look back at Carol, offering a soft, reluctant smile. “We just need a minute.”

She nods, giving you a small, knowing smile before retreating back into the house, leaving you alone once again. You settle back into the quiet with Daryl, savoring the comfort of his presence, the steady touch of his hand around yours. Whatever Alexandria holds, it can wait—just for now, this small peace is enough.

#the heart of us #the ruins of us #daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd daryl #daryl #the walking dead daryl #daryl x reader #daryl fanfiction #daryl twd #daryl dixon fanfiction

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kerink · 2 years ago

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what i'd really love is them to ramp up to the summer hiatus, last episode before break being tamika handing over dana and her double's body, and janet and her team preparing to leave with her spoils. the town there in a protesting mob, cecil there with the mobile broadcasting equipment trying to get someone to do anything to make things okay again

only for carlos' car to pull up. for carlos to get out of it and be speaking to janet only. to tell her "you want to study doppelgangers. what good is a corpse to you? you can only get samples and dana's side of things. there's limits to what you can learn about the similarities and differences between dana and her double with such limited data points. but i've brought a trade for you: a pair of living doubles who have volunteered to be studied."

and kevin and charles get out of the car. kevin goes over and hooks his arm around cecil, chattering away about how much he's missed him and how they don't talk anymore. but carlos and charles are staring janet down thru the parted crowded. charles is, in his own way, a researcher too. he would also like to know. so there they stand, ready to be explained.

but janet knows carlos. she knows there's nothing strange or paranormal about him. he's mundane, ordinary, predictable. neither interesting nor complex. therefore, standing before him, this supposed doppelganger must also be mundane, ordinary, pedestrian. and now she's trapped. the thing she wanted most, to be able to explain doppelgangers, or to prove that they're real. a complicated case for her to wrestle with and solve, a puzzle worthy of her skills, has been taken from her.

"that's just your twin," and she hates to say it because she knows it's not true, carlos doesn't have a twin, never mentioned a twin, she's met carlos' family but she knows carlos is a simple, run-of-the-mill man.

and just like that there's no more doubles. and janet's seething and carlos is nervous, terrified of her, but knows he's won. "then that makes dana and her double simply twins too. there's no mystery to her, she's just committed fratricide. happens every day, nothing interesting to that. but we gave you her and her double. that was the terms of councilwoman flynn's arrangement with you. now hold up your end of the bargain and leave." and he knows he's saved dana, because janet won't leave with her if she too is simple, run-of-the-mill.

and janet and her team return to their lab to plot, but the tension eases out of everyone because at least another citizen's been spared janet wrath.

cecil asks carlos "so what was the point of bringing him here then?" and carlos smiles sadly "insurance, if janet and her team don't leave, i'm going to let kevin kill them."

kevin hugs cecil like "we haven't had this much fun together in sooo long! ^_^"

#anyway this is my 228 fanfiction #wtnv #wtnv spoilers /

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sigritandtheelves · 2 years ago

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All Along, Like Fire

Part 1

R | 1.8k words | MSR, AU

Summary: What if Mulder had been married to Diana Fowley when Scully joined the X-Files?

A/N: I know this story has been told before—I’ve read at least one version of it. But I wanted to tell it myself and the motivation aligned with the idea, so here we are. I plan on two more parts, I think, unless this gets out of hand. Be gentle, I’m very rusty.

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1993

She really was looking forward to working with him. In that dank office overflowing with paper he had slides at the ready. He’d been waiting for her, rolled his sleeves like an arrogant schoolboy. He’d spent time thinking of a line to snare her or scare her.

In the glow of a projector bulb displaying the body of a dead Texan, she’d smiled at the challenge: hooked. And the crook of those lips revved his heart in return, in spite of himself, because he swore not to trust her. She was here to undo him, and he wouldn’t let that happen.

He wouldn’t.

And then, when she made herself vulnerable to him, against all his better judgment, he told her everything.

Like teenagers at a sleepover, in candlelight and to the sound of thunder, he spilled it all. He opened up his guts and poured them out in front of her.

The hook was in deep, but when he said the word wife, something in her wriggled like a worm.

She’d not known.

She felt different about coming into his room now, ashamed like she’d been in those moments just after her panic when she caught her breath and regained her composure and wrapped her robe around herself again. And the fact that this wife was FBI—had helped him find these very files, knew all of these deep secrets about him already—shook the still uncertain ground beneath her. The knowledge was like a splash of cold water, waking her up, reminding her: this was her job, only her job and not her whole life.

“She doesn’t work with you anymore?” Scully wondered if the Bureau had separated them because of the marriage.

Mulder swallowed and a look of discomfort crossed his face. “She transferred to an anti-terrorism unit about ten months ago. She spends a lot of time overseas.”

He told her no more, but the fact was that he hardly saw Diana these days. And he didn’t want that part of his life in the room with them now, not when they were onto something big. Not when a case hadn’t felt this right in years.

A phone call sent them off into the night again, and Scully tried to steel herself against what felt like a too-easy attachment to this boyish energy and earnest charm. Then cold rain in an Oregon cemetery brought a kind of euphoria that Dana Scully had never known. Her first case in the field and the excitement of unfolding a mystery—god, the elation of it—knocked her punchy, wired her like an electric fence. Was it like this for everyone? Was it always like this for him?

It wasn’t and it wasn’t. Mulder also tried to guard himself against this small, frizzy-haired creature who could belly-laugh beside an open grave, who wielded a scalpel like the sharp sword of justice. But if she wasn’t to be trusted, why did he want to tell her everything? Why did he feel the itch to call her just hours after they separated at the airport, to make sure she’d be in the office tomorrow morning so they could begin the hunt again?

They each tried to hold the other at arm’s length against the magnetic pull that yoked them ever closer. But in the end, that meant they were both still holding one another.

—

It was months before Scully met Diana Fowley. The tall brunette breezed into the X-Files office one day like she owned it, while Scully herself was barely comfortable perched at the spare work table.

“Where’s Fox?”

Scully’s mouth fell open for a moment before she could speak, and the other woman eyed her up and down conspicuously.

“He’s—he’s requisitioning a car.” She swallowed. “I’m sorry, who are you?”

“Diana Fowley,” the woman said. “His wife.” She said this as if it should have been obvious, which maybe it should have been. Scully realized that there were no pictures of the woman anywhere in the office. Mulder rarely spoke of her.

“Oh.” There was an awkward pause before Scully stood up to shake the woman’s hand. “Well, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Dana Scully.”

Diana gave her a pained smile and a limp handshake. “Yes,” she said. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Scully’s eyebrows went up at this. She crossed her arms, unsure what to say.

“Do you know when he’ll be back?”

Scully looked at her watch. “I don’t know, he left about twenty minutes ago—“

And just then Mulder came through the door waving the approved rental form and holding a set of keys in his other hand. “Took me some wheedling, but I got the Taurus with the good air conditioning.”

He stopped short when he saw Diana.

“Hello, Fox.” Her smile was smooth like satin. Slippery.

She’d said almost nothing to him, but he looked chastened, arms flopping to his sides. “Diana,” he said like some wind had been knocked out of him. “You’re back.”

“Just this morning,” she said. “Can we talk for a minute?”

He nodded, and they stepped out into the hallway, closed the door behind them. Scully heard escalating voices, muffled through the closed door, but harried nonetheless. She concentrated on their paperwork and tried her best to withhold any judgment of Diana Fowley.

—

It was easy, at first, for Mulder to compartmentalize the passion he felt for his work, the strained affection he felt for Diana, and the simple pleasure of his growing friendship with Scully. Each had its place in his life and seemed not to rub too much against the others.

“I don’t think she likes me much,” Scully mused one day over a chicken Caesar. Her tone was casual, but it hung over a small stormcloud of anxiety.

“Who, Diana?” He was slurping a Cup-O-Noodles, unevenly heated in the basement microwave.

Scully gave him a look and turned back to her expense report.

Mulder cleared his throat. “She doesn’t know you,” he said, a half-truth to cover his own suspicion that Scully was right. Diana had made a few passing comments about his new partner, none of them pleasant.

Scully made a small sound in the back of her throat and left it at that.

Three days later they were isolated at the edge of the world, facing down death on the Icy Cape. They held loaded guns at each other, yet Mulder had never felt more fiercely protective of a partner. He was afraid for himself, but terrified for her. In the bald overhead light in a storeroom, he placed his warm palm over her neck and felt her shiver. She was small and fierce and painfully good.

He might die for her, he realized, and willingly. He wondered what that meant.

—

1994

The thing was, Diana was cagey about her work but eager to hear about his—if dismissive and cutting every time he mentioned Scully. She blew back into town a few times a month, fucked him so hard he thought his ears would bleed, and then stroked his back while he told her everything he’d been doing: every case, every lead.

“What about you?” he’d ask.

“Nothing exciting. Nothing I can talk about, really,” she’d say—or some equally vague non-answer.

“I miss you,” he’d tell her. “Can you stay longer?”

She’d give him a sad chuckle. “I wish I could. Only until Tuesday.” Or Sunday or Friday or whichever day gave them barely a few hours together.

“I love you,” she’d reassure.

“I love you, too,” he’d confirm.

Mulder held on to hope that this was just a phase, a rough patch.

Diana didn’t visit him in the hospital after he was shot. Instead Scully was there every day, hovering and checking his chart, asking him to lift the blanket so she could check the bandage and feeling his forehead, fingers lingering a bit too long. She carried his bags in the airport and drove him home to an empty apartment.

“Fox, I’m so sorry,” Diana said when she finally saw him again. He was hobbling on crutches and she held wine and his favorite takeout.

“It’s okay,” he said.

And it was, for a while—until everything came crashing down around them. Until they closed the X-Files and sent Scully away from him and he felt like he’d been ripped in half.

Late one night when Diana was home for once, he heard her on the phone: “He’s withdrawing. He’s losing interest.”

Mulder sat up in bed, rustling the covers more than he’d intended.

Diana’s voice fell. “Yes. … Yes. … I have to go,” and then the sound of the phone settled back in its cradle.

Who? he wanted to ask, but he was tired. So tired of everything. It wasn’t worth it to fight. He slept.

—

Mulder was off course and she was just so worried and she really truly never intended for this to happen. She would hate herself for it soon—already did, or would, if it didn’t feel so absolutely right.

His tongue was in her mouth and they were both wet from the hotel shower, the humidity, flying high on the thrill of escaping death again together. They’d made it all the way to Savannah in the rental she’d left in Miami before they pulled into a motel. One room was enough—with two beds, they thought they’d be fine.

They were, until she saw him dripping and alive, the light back in his eyes, and she’d reached to cup his stubbled jaw.

“You’re here,” she told him. “You’re back.”

“You brought me back,” he said, and then his lips fell to hers. She didn’t resist; the thought never crossed her mind.

Now he was hilt deep against her pelvis and her knees were in the air and even though she swore, swore, she’d never do this again, she wouldn’t let him stop because Jesus fuck it was so good, he was so good.

“Mulder, oh…” and then just whimpers because his lips were on her neck and one hand was palming her cheek like she was fragile porcelain.

“I’m sorry I ignored you. I’m sorry. You’re everything, Scully.”

She couldn’t think enough to make sense of what those words might mean, so she turned his head with her hands and kissed him again, kissed him quiet.

She knew she couldn’t have him, not really, but she followed him off the cliff anyway. She would save regret for Washington, where they’d both swear never again, no matter how good it had been.

—

Late at night in the apartment, and this time Mulder didn’t hear the hushed phone call—a tragic missed opportunity for the truth.

“He’ll never stop while he has her,” Diana whispered fiercely. A hot wave of jealousy lived beneath those words. “Take her out.”

And two weeks later, Scully was gone.

~ end part 1 ~

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#a thing i wrote #all along like fire #season 1 au #txf #msr

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all-these-ghosts · 2 years ago

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better late than never

for @txf-fic-chicks-blog, on their anniversary! see the rest of the anniversary fics here

Just as Scully is finishing her second cup of coffee, Mulder stomps through the front door. She hears his boots hit the floor and then watches him stride into the kitchen to grab a glass of water. He adds a bouquet of rather carelessly picked wildflowers — rhododendrons, mostly, probably from the bit of their property near the road, where they’ve run riot all week.

“Happy anniversary, Scully,” he says, depositing the makeshift vase next to her coffee mug.

She drinks the rest of it in one gulp. Scully appreciates, at least, that he is still full of surprises. “Okay,” she says. “The anniversary of what, exactly?”

He sits down next to her and props his feet up on the dining room table. She hates that, she loves him; she’s made an art form of ignoring his bad behavior. At least he took his boots off first.

“Thirty years ago today, you walked into my office.”

That feels impossible, but she can’t argue with the math, so she picks something else to fight about. “We’re calling that an anniversary?”

His grin is slow, easy. “Well, we never got married.”

“Still.” She purses her lips. “Thirty years.”

When she looks at him, she still sees the man who sat in that basement office thirty years ago. No one tells you this: that in your eyes, the people you love will never really age. In every moment he is every version of himself she’s ever known.

What a gift, to know someone so well.

“There’s something else,” he says. He stands up and heads toward the stairs.

As always, she follows him. “If it’s a cow slideshow, I’m leaving.”

But he stops outside the door to the spare room, which was Mulder’s writing room for a while, and which these days hosts the very occasional human guest and a rotating assortment of rodents that she can’t quite bring herself to kill. It feels unsporting to build a house in the middle of nowhere and then complain about the animals who were there first.

“Close your eyes,” he says, and she obliges.

The door creaks, and his heavy footsteps move away from her. She hears the lamp click on.

“Open,” he says.

Scully takes a few steps into the room. The spare bed’s made up more neatly than usual. There’s a new rug, and an armchair that she thought had been relegated to the basement.

And underneath the open window, with a view out to the horizon, there’s a desk. Parsons-style, practical and unshowy, with a lovely grain. There are framed pictures of her mother, of her nieces and nephews, even Bill. And there’s a standard-issue nameplate that says DR. DANA SCULLY in that standard-issue font.

He’s still smiling but he looks a little nervous, too, and it’s impossible to overstate how endearing she finds that, after all this time. “I heard you wanted one of these.”

“Took you long enough,” she deadpans, because even after all this time, sincerity doesn’t come easily to either of them.

Mulder looks over his handiwork, clearly pleased. “Better late than never.”

She crosses to him and wraps her arms around his waist. Better late than never should be emblazoned on their family crest.

It’s still the earliest part of spring, but the breeze that comes in through the window is warm and fragrant. He rests his chin on top of her head. “Thirty years,” he says, and she feels his voice down to her toes.

Scully smiles against his chest. “It’s not the worst way to spend a life.”

“We’ll see how you feel about that in another thirty.”

And she pulls him just a little closer. “I’ll be there.”

#msr #xf fic #my-fic #sap #desk

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pmsticaret · 27 days ago

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İŞ MAKİNALARI İÇİN HIZLI VE GÜVENİLİR YEDEK PARÇA ÇÖZÜMLERİ

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Dana Tapa

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#dana yedek parça #dana #dana spare parts #dana spicer

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coffee-n-bagels-comic-universe · 1 year ago

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Brainwaves Bios: Doctor Egon Spengler (1984)

The Brain of The Ghostbusters Doctor Egon Spengler, PhD

The brains of the Ghostbusters. He designed all the team's equipment and normally comes up with the plan to trap the ghosts. Overly analytical, Egon comes off as colder and more distant than he actually is.

"I collect spores, molds, and fungus."

Name

Full Legal Name: Egon Malachi Spengler

First Name: Egon

Meaning: From the Old German name 'Egino' derived from the element 'Agin' meaning 'Edge, Blade'

Pronunciation: EH-gawn

Origin: German

Middle Name: Malachi

Meaning: From the Hebrew name 'Mal'akhi' meaning 'My messenger' or 'My angel'

Pronunciation: MAL-a-kie

Origin: Hebrew, English, Biblical, Biblical Latin

Surname: Spengler

Meaning: Occupational surname literally meaning 'Metal worker' or 'Tin knocker'

Pronunciation: SPENG-ler

Origin: German

Titles: Doctor, Professor, Mr

Nicknames: Egie, Spengs

Characteristics

Age: 40

Gender: Male. He/Him Pronouns

Race: Human

Nationality: American Citizen. Born in America

Ethnicity: White

Birth Date: November 21st 1944

Sexuality: Aromatic, Straight

Religion: Jewish

Native Language: English

Known Languages: English, Hebrew, Spanish, Chinese, Japanese, Russian, Portuguese, Latin, Greek, Egyptian, Arabic

Relationship Status: Single

Astrological Sign: Scorpio

Actor: Harold Ramis

Geographical Characteristics

Birthplace: Cleveland, Cuyahoga County, Ohio

Current Residence: North Moore Street, New York, New York

Appearance

Height: 6'5" / 195 cm

Weight: 175 lbs / 79 kg

Eye Colour: Brown

Hair Colour: Brown

Hair Dye: None

Body Hair: Hairy

Facial Hair: Clean Shaven

Tattoos: (As of Jan 1984) None

Piercings: None

Scars: None

Health and Fitness

Allergies: None

Alcoholic, Smoker, Drug User: Clean

Illnesses/Disorders: None Diagnosed (Possibly Autistic)

Medications: None

Any Specific Diet: None

Relationships

Affiliated Groups: Ghostbusters (Founding Member)

Friends: Peter Venkman, Raymond Stantz, Winston Zeddemore, Janine Melnitz, Louis Tully (Sort-Of), Dana Barrett

Significant Other: None

Previous Partners: None of Note

Parents: Edmund Spengler (70, Father), Esther Spengler (73,Mother, Née Schneider)

Parents-In-Law: None

Siblings: Elon Spengler (40, Twin Brother)

Siblings-In-Law: Eliana Spengler (37, Elon's Wife, Née Salomon)

Nieces & Nephews: Edward Spengler (4, Nephew)

Children: None

Extras

Level of Education: Anthropology PhD, Astronomy PhD, Chemistry PhD, Engineering PhD, History PhD, Metallurgy PhD, Mycology PhD, Parapsychology PhD, Philosophy PhD, Physics PhD, Psychology PhD

Occupation: Ghostbuster

Employer: Ghostbusters

Expertise:

Genius with an Eidetic Memory

Polyglot

Physicist

Mycologist

Chemist

Historian

Parapsychologist

Anthropologist

Astronomer

Engineer

Metallurgist

Faults:

Sweet-Tooth

Perceived Lack of Emotions

Doesn't Have a Driver's License

Backstory: Egon Spengler grew up with no toys because his parents didn't believe in them. For unknown reasons, he had part of a Slinky but he straightened it. On October 29, 1969, Egon graduated from Columbia University with a degree in Psychology in the faculty of Psychobiology. On May 10, 1972, Egon graduated from New York University with a degree in Parapsychology. On June 26, 1980, Egon graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology with a degree of philosophy in Nuclear Engineering. Egon was very interested in paranormal phenomenon, and worked with Raymond Stantz and Peter Venkman at Columbia University's Paranormal Studies Laboratory in Weaver Hall. He and Raymond studied paranormal literature in their spare time and were interested in theories of reincarnation. Egon developed the P.K.E. Meter to detect paranormal entities and phenomena with. Egon and Raymond were usually the first to interview case subjects, even people Peter called 'Schizos' no matter how far-fetched their stories were.

#Brainwaves #ghostbusters 1984 #ghostbusters #egon spengler #Egon Spengler

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thoughtlessarse · 4 months ago

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There can be no doubt that Donald Trump united the GOP delegates, alternates, and hangers-on who gathered at the Republican National Convention here on Thursday night to witness his presidential nomination acceptance speech, the culmination of an evening that also featured Hulk Hogan, Kid Rock and Dana White, the CEO of the mixed martial arts promotion company Ultimate Fighting Championship. Even the bedraggled supporters of Nikki Haley—who famously dismissed the former president as “unstable and unhinged” and announced that “I do not need to kiss the ring” of her rival for the party’s nod—went along with the former United Nations ambassador in offering Trump a “strong,” if humiliating, endorsement. But there was something off about the night that was supposed to signal Trump’s triumph. Everyone else did their part. Speaker after speaker hailed Trump as “a hero,” “a tough guy,” “a champion,” “a gladiator” and an “American badass.” The Rev. Franklin Graham announced, “Last Saturday in Butler, Pennsylvania, President Trump had a near-death experience. No question. But God spared his life.” When Trump recalled last week’s assassination attempt, he told the crowd, “I’m not supposed to be here tonight.” They responded, “Yes, you are!” But after that compelling moment, the expectation was that Trump would launch into an epic address. That never happened. Instead, Trump delivered a rambling 93-minute speech (by far the longest convention acceptance speech in history) that was strangely subdued—”much more muted than usual,” observed the Associated Press—and unfocused. The former president spun off in so many directions that the technicians running his Teleprompter struggled, without much success, to keep up with the twists and turns. The coherence and natural flow Trump brought to his acceptance speeches at the 2016 Republican National Convention in Cleveland and on the grounds of the White House in 2020 were long gone.

Every speech he gives is an opening. They never take it.

#us #us pol #democrats #trump campaign #biden campaign

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reallyromealone · 1 year ago

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Uhh here's a thing I'm writing, it's the first chapter

Chapter One

Rows of townhouses lined the streets, streetlights illuminated the wet streets, the area recently built as shells of houses could be seen in the distance. The smell of rain leaked through the slightly cracked window as people walked down the sidewalk of the newly developed area; only a few years prior it was empty land. The area was lively, yes but one couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness as they gazed at the carbon copy townhomes without a sense of individuality to spare, the cars parked in the microscopic driveways looked nearly identical.

The developing Township once farmland was unrecognizable, it's once warm atmosphere exchanged for a faceless memory no one could recall, a cheap shot at life.

The sound of the train could be heard in the background, metal clanking against itself as it barreled through the track that connected in the middle of this new development without care, breaking the deafening silence that surrounds the area. Beyond the town stood trees upon trees, primarily oaks but pines could be seen peeking through the darkness as the sound of the wheels hit the wet dirt road, a loud crunching sound from the pebbles hitting the dirt.

Reaching over Dana turned on the radio, wanting to break the silence as music played, the radio station the same as she remembered it. It never could fully connect and had a slightly crackle to it while classical music along with the occasional pop song played through, she remembers when she was younger the hosts for the local radio station could never get along with what they wanted played through the airwaves.

The smell of old tea was faint, her to go cup forgotten as she focused on the shrouded darkness, the lights of her car barely pierced the trees that went on endlessly, no streetlights to guide as the lights of her slightly beat up red van with worn out bumper stickers from her teen years, quotes and references barely legible from years of being on and damage from the elements.

The radios static progressed as she got closer to her grandparents house, the car losing connection with the radio tower that Dana couldn't even remember how far, the clock in her car reading '10:38 pm' in the old digital font, the hazy green from the clock the only thing lighting the car.

Cursing the radio she turned it off, the static now unbearable and distracting.

A single car passed, a beige little car with a slightly rusted grill and a faded license plate that was barely legible.

The back lights of the car lit her car for a second as the car faded from the rearview mirror, she was alone again.

Though it wasn't technically real company, it was nice.

The road felt endless and she almost missed the turn to the house. It was an older house, built in the 1930s with mismatched bricks and white trimmings. She wondered if they installed the Air conditioning like they were talking about on the phone. She hoped so, the rain would only keep the air cool for so long. Parking into the dirt driveway she collected her things from the back, a duffle bag and laptop bag was all she needed.

The ground was muddled from rain, her steps collecting dirt and mud and a light splash from puddles hidden in the night staining her jeans causing her to curse slightly at the mess. Walking up the two wooden steps she looked around, noting the plants hadn't been watered in a few days, something that was strange to her as her grandmother was very particular with her plants.

Three knocks to the oak door she waited for an answer, she knew it was late but someone was home. They never were out past nine pm.

She stood for five minutes before knocking again, turning the knob and realizing it was open "they probably knew I was coming.." she mumbled, no one came around these parts so it made sense, her Grandfather had sleep apnea and her grandmother loved to sleep to the sound of nature so hearing a knock wouldn't be easy.

Keeping quiet she carefully took off her shoes, not wanting to get in trouble for making a mess on the floor as she glanced around before walking to her room. It hadn't changed, the posters from her teen years and girlish bedding and shades of pink and green everywhere and her swimming trophies on a shelf by the window. It hadn't been touched in years but her grandmother obviously came in and dusted, how kind of her. The mirror had photos of high school friends and celebrity crushes and an old concert ticket that was faded out but the words vaguely read Midnight cowboy, it was a good concert.

Setting her bags on the empty desk she changed into clean sleep clothes, Christmas pajama pants and an old shirt from college.

Her bed was cold, the smell of fabric softener fading as her vision clouded into darkness, the exhaustion from the drive overtaking her… she hoped her grandmother would make her something for breakfast tomorrow.

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randomfoggytiger · 1 year ago

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The Scully Family In-Depth (Part VI): Maggie Scully and Mulder Meet

Ascension begins Maggie Scully and Mulder's relationship-- an interesting one, since they are reflections of each other at different stages of emotional development and grief in relation to Scully.

Ascension

When Mulder meets Maggie, he hears her before he sees her: “This is my daughter’s apartment. Let me go, I have to get through! I have to get in!”

Mulder intercepts gently (“Mrs. Scully?”) before she can erupt, snapping out of his woozy dissociated state briefly-- clearer eyes, firmer sense of direction-- to reach out and calm her. It doesn’t work how he intends: he hadn’t noticed Scully’s (or Duane Barry’s) blood on his hands, nearly planting it on Mrs. Scully’s shoulders.

Maggie notices first, zeroing in on his hand, then his face.

Mulder’s clear, compassionate answer-- “She’s not in there”-- marks him as Maggie’s only reliable source for answers. She settles back from her rage, trusting him to give an answer to her calm “Where is she?”

When he doesn’t immediately respond, Maggie swiftly reiterates, “Where is she?”

Maggie Scully (explored later in One Breath) has already suffered a devastating loss-- her husband-- and is now faced with having lost and maybe never recovering a child (the first of many Scully children to be taken away.) Her anger at being denied a straight answer almost escalates into rage, but a piece of herself immediately reacts to and understands that Mulder is there to help-- and further, Mulder is there to listen and understand (as he has already listened and understood the victims of crimes, evidential or paranormal.)

Maggie confesses, wobbling over tears: “I knew it would happen this way. I had this dream about Dana being taken away.”

Maggie is definitely more open than her daughter to displays of wild emotion and paranormal admittance: she expects Mulder to give credence to her dreams, despite being the Catholic mother of his partner and a practical stranger. Further, his compassion and natural empathy draws her closer to him, standing almost flush next to him and letting him guide her out of the room (so the forensic team can take photos for evidence.)

“It's so strange. I, uh, I was gonna call her. But I was afraid I was gonna scare her.

An interesting note: When she’s upset and stressed out, Maggie sweeps her bangs and hair aside to little effect. Most likely it's because of the blessing and curse of having thick, curly hair sweeping onto a hot, sweaty face; but it’s a detail she seems to have passed on to Scully, who sweeps aside her own thick hair whenever stressed or anxious.

“She would have laughed at me anyway. She doesn’t believe in that kind of thing, y’know?”

Maggie pulls herself more together at this thought, the reminder of her daughter’s endearing skepticism bringing a smile to her face.

When the episode concludes in disaster, Maggie meets Mulder in the park, hoping he has news about Scully. Mulder is too engrossed by his thoughts to be aware of her approach, giving Maggie one of the rare glimpses of seeing an unguarded Mulder this early in the series.

“Agent Mulder? Thank you for calling me.”

At Mulder’s “I’m sorry I don’t have better news”, she responds: “Do you know something? Is Dana okay?”

Mulder spares her feelings as best he can: “I don’t know anything more about her.”

Maggie collects herself with sheer, iron will:

“I know you’re doing all you can.”

Mulder doesn’t dismiss their conversation, motioning for her to sit and allowing Maggie to open more about her fears. He knows the horror of having no one to talk to about tragic loss; and he doesn’t want Mrs. Scully to go through it alone.

He swivels his attention back to Maggie when she begins to speak:

“I had that dream again last night about Dana being taken away? I can’t tell you how it scares me.”

Mulder’s hard-won wisdom shines through: “It’s probably scarier if you stop having that dream.”

Which would be true: Mulder has never stopped having those dreams; and, although his demons still follow him into his sleep, they keep Samantha’s memory alive and his dedication unwavering.

Maggie is struck with his insight.

Mulder is unassuming; and yet, in one simple statement, he reveals he has lived and understood an area of life that Maggie, despite her decades longer on earth, has yet to begin to fathom. He has learned-- is still learning-- these peculiar sorrows; and shifts her entire worldview with one thought. She knows this knowledge was gained through the harshest, most brutal of circumstances, intuits he has traveled this road longer than she has, and almost fears how long she will have to wait for her own to end. But through the fear shines the hope.

It is this moment that wins Mulder forever to Maggie:

her trust becomes immovable, letting him rage in the hospital for her daughter, taking up for him across the barrel of a gun, always pardoning him for the countless tragedies that occur in her life.

She even gives him a patented, sad Scully smile: eyes squinting, face pulled tight and to the side.

But the smile doesn’t last-- sad Scully smiles never do-- and grief overwhelms Maggie. She, unlike her daughter, is not ashamed to publicly crumble with grief (like she is not afraid to admit her paranormal dreams.)

Interesting to note: Mulder has not learned to hug somehow who is crying... yet: Irresistible is the first time; and it’s Scully who embraces him first, opening up that side of himself forever. But, for now, he sits here commiserating with a similarly grieving soul.

Mulder at first doesn’t want to-- remaining silent and contemplative for a stretch-- but finally struggles with words, then simply hands over Scully’s necklace (“Found this.”)

Maggie is stunned;

but even more so when Mulder spills his heart, voice softened, mournful, and reflective. She catches each of his meaningful words: “Something I never considered about her…”

the truth of the depth of their relationship dawning on her.

As it is never explicitly spelled out in canon what Maggie is thinking here, it is possible to conclude two things:

#1. Maggie realizes how deeply integrated Mulder is with her daughter, a far closer relationship than she had assumed.

#2. (I believe) Maggie realizes Mulder loves Scully. She listens, enraptured, as he metes out little treasured hordes of thought about her daughter; that he’d thought about, considered her beyond a coworker and is mourning her like a family member (and not just any family member) awakens a new (and heart-wrenching, judging by her expression) thought: this man loves her daughter. And, from her perspective, he either doesn't want to admit it for personal reasons or he doesn't know it yet.

Either way, Mulder is now learning the lesson she learned a few months ago: the loss of her own partner. And, for all of Mulder’s advanced wisdom in grief, this is one he hasn’t live through… yet.

To Mulder’s “Why did she wear that?” (when he recovers his normal mien), Maggie responds: “I gave it to her on her fifteenth birthday.”

The necklace is no longer just a touchstone for Scully, a mark of her wavering faith: it is now a talisman for her loved ones, something that ties their hopes together.

Here, Maggie makes an important decision, subtly stating her own thoughts on the matter and as good as giving her blessing (in whatever form the viewer reads it): she hands Scully’s cross back to her partner-- an acknowledgement of his superior right to her daughter’s life.

Mulder doesn’t get it (“Don’t you want to keep it?”), divining only a fraction of Maggie’s affirmative, “When you find her, you give it to her.”

Maggie has at least restored Mulder's faith in himself, though he misses her other motherly and deeply personal undertone to this agreement.

And so concludes Ascension.

Maggie is naturally weighed down already, quivering over her dreams and desperately wanting her daughter back now-- she is losing hope. Mulder, meanwhile, has lost faith in himself as he clings to hope; and he reaches out to restore Maggie's hope, which she reciprocates by restoring his faith.

However, as the months pass by, Maggie completely loses that hope, ordering her daughter's tombstone and Mulder completely loses that faith, giving up on himself and his X-Files. Interestingly enough, it's Melissa Scully that restores faith and hope by showing them that their choices have an effect on Scully-- and they'd better smarten up and choose wisely.

Thank you for reading~

Enjoy!

#txf #The Scully Family In-Depth #Part VI #Maggie Scully and Mulder Meet #x-files #xfiles #mine #the x files #xf meta #analysis #Ascension #S2 #Mulder #Maggie Scully #In-Depth

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sarcasticsciencefictionwriter · 7 months ago

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🧡💔💀 for the unpopular ask::

Thank you!! 😁

🧡: What is a popular (serious) theory you disagree with?

Damn it, are there serious Sanctuary theories? I joined this fandom way too late to be a part of the theories.

Sorry, I have to pass on this one because of lack of knowledge, but if anyone knows any, let me know and I'll state an opinion.

💔: If you had to remove one major character from the series, who would you choose?

Abby. Sorry, but there wouldn't have been a huge huge difference in how things went down if she were removed and we would have been spared that icky Will-getting-possessive-and-not-wanting-Helen-to-do-the-one-thing-that-could-save her thing.

💀: If you had to choose one major character to die, who would you choose?

Ask that in a fandom where several major characters die or are implied to die, meaning I have to choose another person. *huffs*

My knee-jerk reaction is to say Abby here as well, to be spared everything that went down surrounding her character in relation to the others, but it would have been worse if she did die after being introduced.

Does Erika count as major? Honestly, she would have the least amount of impact to this already ripped apart family that is the Sanctuary crew if she died.

Ashley, James, Nigel, John, Biggie, and Gregory were already killed or implied to be, this is so unfair. Ravi too. Adam, Dana Whitcomb, and Forsythe too, I suppose, since they were villains with huge impact.

(But if Wexford counts, stab that power-hungry lizard man in the gut)

This is what I'm going with, because the cast was so small, anyone who appeared more than twice in relation to the main group pretty much counts as major.

#sorry that last answer is so sucky #truedairship #thanks for the ask!#ask answered

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nickmakura · 6 months ago

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VA-11 HALL-A - Mar 10

This is transcript for the scrapped extra day for the Nintendo Switch release of Sukeban Games' Va-11 Hall-A. Unfortunately, due to some disagreements between Sukeban and Nintendo for the following interpretations the deal fell through. All that was written here is still technically unfinished, only in the sense that Kiririn51 only wrote this draft of the script into the code before the failure of the deal. So, there are no alternate routes depending on drinks sold.

Jill: G'Evening.

Dana: Hey! Jill, how'd the date go?

Jill: Uh... good? I guess.

Dana: I guess? What's that supposed to mean?

Jill: No no no, it was a good date boss, she was just strange.

Dana: Define strange, Jill. We meet a lot of strange.

Jill: Well, she was like a... racist republican trans trucker.

Dana: That a euphemism for somethin'?

Jill: No, she was a racist republican trans trucker.

Dana: Eesh. That's like meeting a homophobic vegan.

Jill: Ughh... she was pretty too.

Dana: Had to have been to go out with you.

Jill: I-- sorry?

Dana: I said what I said. If you need me, I'll be in my office.

Jill: (... I'm gonna go setup the jukebox.)

Jill: Time to mix drinks and change lives.

Jill: Welcome to Va-11 Hall-A.

Samus Aran's design, found in the files of the switch release.

???: ... Hey.

Jill: ... Hello?

???: ...

Jill: You gonna order something, miss?

???: ... You'll have to forgive me; I don't spend a lot of time around other people. What do you recommend?

Jill: Well, that depends on what are you looking for. Do you want something sweet. something bitter?

???: ... Hmm. Something sweet sounds fine.

Jill: Got it.

(Something sweet... she looks like she could go for a Moonblast.)

Jill: Here you go, miss...?

???: Sam.

Jill: Sam?

Sam: Just Sam.

Jill: (Huh. Weird. The registry doesn't say anything here for name. The money is still being sent over though...)

Jill: Well, "Just Sam" what brings you in here today?

Sam: Drinking.

Jill: Yeah, no I got that part. I was asking what your day was.

Sam: ... Who wants to know?

Jill: I don't mean to pry. I'm just... striking up a conversation.

Sam: I see. Well, I just finished a hunt.

Jill: A bounty hunt?

Sam: Yeah.

Jill: Y'know we got a bounty hunter who comes in here from time to time.

Sam: Do you know his name?

Jill: Jamie, he's a nice guy. Y'know him?

Sam: No. I do know a couple of bounty hunters, but... to be frank I tend to keep my circle small. I can't let feelings get in the way of my job.

Jill: Surely you make some time for yourself?

Sam: What do you think I'm doing?

Jill: Fair point. Despite that, you seem quite somber.

Sam: ... I do?

Jill: At least, I think it is. You've hardly changed expression during this conversation.

Sam: ... Yes, I am in a fairly bad mood yes. I just... something about this last job was different.

Jill: How so?

Sam: I'm afraid I can't share too much. But a... kid saved me today.

Jill: A kid?

Sam: Yeah. We were deep into a fight. It was me and this other person. I was nearly on my death bed. The final shot was coming and... this kid I spared jumped in there. I got to my feet, I took out the bounty. But, there was just this dread in me. This unspeakable feeling in my stomach.

Jill: Wow. That's...

Sam: There's nothing you can say about it Bartender.

Jill: ... I didn't think there could be. Do you want another drink?

Sam: ... Do you have something bitter as hell?

Jill: Yeah, I got something like that.

(Sam wants something bitter as hell, huh.)

Jill: Here you go.

Sam: What's this one called?

Jill: That is a suplex.

Sam: Hmm... did you pick the music?

Jill: Hmm? Yeah, I did. We got an old jukebox that plays all day, but I gotta pick the tunes before it starts.

Sam: There's a lot of synthwave in this selection. Do you know the artist of some of these?

Jill Uh... Garoad, I think, did some of these. I know Kira*Miki did "Your Love is a Drug." Do you like synthwave, miss?

Sam: It's all I listen to when I'm alone on a planet.

Jill: Oh? You're not local?

Sam: No. I am a galactic bounty hunter.

Jill: Oh, what's that like?

Sam: Lonely. Music like this though fills the time. I think my favorite artist is probably Hip Tanaka.

Jill: Oh, I'm aware of that guy. Didn't he say he started making music because he was tired of the more poppy happy type music?

Sam: He said he wanted to write more atmospheric music yes. I love his work. It feels simultaneously triumphant and desolate at the same time. It really fits any mood when I'm out there in some sort of hell.

Jill: I'd sure hope so. Do you want another drink?

Sam: Hmm... no, I don't think so... I'll be out soon. Thank you Jill, I hope you have a nice day.

Jill: Mhm. You too. Please come back soon.

Sam: I'll do my best.

Jill: (I think she was built up stronger than boss is...)

???: --Look Luigi, alls I'm sayin' is dat there's no way Daisy doesn't like youse.

???: AND I'm saying it's my business whether I go for her or not Mario! Granted she's a nice ragazza, but fratello, I don't even know if I wanna be with anybody right now anyways.

???: Gah, Cazzo de mierda...

Jill: Hello, welcome to Va-11 Hall-A.

Mario & Luigi in the files. Curiously, they take after the 1993 Mario Movie designs.

???: Hey how youse doin' bartender. Can youse just get us a couple-a-beers.

Jill: Coming right up.

Jill: (Two beers. I wonder what's with the matching outfits.)

Jill: Here you are. Now what's this about relationship problems?

???: Just that my brother here is so fuckin' blind he doesn't see romance when it slaps him in da face.

???: He thinks this friend of mine, who is frankly very attractive, is interested in me.

Mario: Oh yeah, sorry. I totally forgot, uh... My name is Mario Mario, this here's my brother Luigi Mario.

Jill: Nice to meet you two. I'm Jill.

Mario: Nice to me youse Jill, but uh... youse ain't gonna comment on da last name thing?

Jill: Eh, it's not that interesting.

Mario: Ayy, whaddya know Luigi? First time for everything!

Jill: So anyway relationships?

Luigi: So, there's this completely platonic friend of mine, Daisy, she's a paleontologist. We talk a lot when we're at the gym, and we hang out a lot.

Mario: Youse was goin' out on dates man.

Luigi: Those weren't dates!

Mario: Whaddya call goin' out for dinner at a fancy restaurant and not inviting your big brother, huh?

Luigi: Okay, #1. Hoskin's is not a fancy restaurant. #2. We were just hanging out and talking.

Mario: Mhm. Yeah, sure, bro. We'll go with dat. Whaddya think Jill?

Jill: I think it's none of business, and it's none of yours.

Luigi: Ah-HAH!

Jill: BUT. Aren't you at least interested in pursuing a relationship?

Luigi: Well... I mean I've thought about it maybe sure. But I'm just a plumber and a technician, and she's... amazing. She's a freakin' paleontologist for christ's sake! Like that's dats amazing! She's going places I can't even dream of.

Mario: Basta! She respects ya just as much as youse respect her Luigi.

Luigi: Eh, maybe. What's your situation with relationships Jill?

Mario: Nice subject change.

Jill: Eh... well... I did just go out on a really strange date.

Mario: What was so strange about it?

Jill: Well, it wasn't what was so strange about the date, it was moreso the person.

Mario & Luigi: Ah...

Luigi: So, what was the deal?

Jill: Well, she was this lovely trans lady. She was incredibly attractive, and she seemed funny. She had this like... tattoo of one of the bad guys in Model Warrior Julliane.

Luigi: Oh, yeah, I remember seeing that on air.

Mario: It was aight.

Jill: ... Anyway. She was one of those bad guys that connected with a lot of the audience for having a tragic backstory or something, and that got me interested in her, so I asked her out.

Luigi: So, how'd it go?

Jill: Well, we went out for some coffee, and we're sitting down and chatting, and it turns out over the course of the conversation, it turned out she was racist and a republican. Also, she had no time for a relationship anyway. Chick was signing up to be one of those space truckers.

Mario: Eh? Why even go out on da fuckin' date den?

Jill: I forgot to ask. I did ask why they liked Lazula. Because she was quote "patriotic."

Mario: Dat... wow. Yeah, no dat bites. That's special.

Jill: Then she brought her gun out halfway through the date.

Mario: WHAT!? Ay, if youse being tracked by some chick with a gun, youse better go home safe or somethin'.

Jill: No, they weren't gonna USE it on me. They had just been sitting on it for the last minute or so. They wanted to put it in their purse.

Mario: Well, first of all, youse conceal your gun someplace safe on your side. The back is just uncomfortable.

Jill: But then they just kept bringing it up into the conversation. Like the gun was just so integral to who they were as a person.

Luigi: Do youse not like guns Jill?

Jill: Um... It's a bit mixed for me. I can't deny they have purpose in certain situations, and it's good to have if shit goes down. But it's also not good to have if shit goes down. There's also the whole fiasco with gun laws and how it affects minorities. It's a complex issue.

Mario: Yeah, fair enough. Fair enough. But what was so upsetting 'bout this chick ownin' one den?

Jill: It seemed like it consumed her whole personality the fact that she owned a gun.

Luigi: Dat'll do it.

Jill: You two want anything else to drink? Mario: Nah, we gotta get back. There's a couple of things we gotta get to. Thanks for asking though. Youse have a nice day Jill, aight? Jill: Will do. Come back soon. Jill: Boss, I'm gonna go and take my break, lemme know if anybody walks in! Dana: Got it!

Unfortunately, this was all that was written for the day. The second half is not present in the files. What do you think? Would you have liked more cameo characters in Va-11 Hall-A?

#pixel art #va 11 hall a #my art #super mario bros #mario movie #metroid #samus aran #nintendo #jill valentine #dana zane #mario #luigi #fanart #fake screenshot #misinformation #fanfic

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