#i would like them to dissect that. i would like to disect it.

[lemonlimestar]

thinking about wasted potential of post-yj98 greta today. like could u imagine if they delved into how she adjusted to being alive again? if they showed the peeling back of some of the naïveté she had as secret, how jarring it is for her to suddenly be mortal again? that sound is too loud, she gets irritable. that texture was unexpected, she bursts into tears. she only takes showers, never baths. her friends have to constantly remind her to consider other people’s emotions because she’s so overwhelmed by her own. what about the first time she cuts herself on a piece of paper? or when she realizes her clothes don’t fit as well, that she’s getting older? how does her first birthday after being dead make her feel? we could’ve had it all

[quotidian-oblivion]

😭 thats me i'm sorry

I need to settle something

Heater as in a space heater, a device used to make a room hotter

Reblog to boost please

[newrhys]

im insane and a nigel defender for life so heres my theory/take on like minds

i truely think that its likely Alex was the manipulator and nigel was the victim (to a degree).

this is kinda all over the place and just my thoughts so take everything with a grain of salt im just bored

we all agree that Alex is an unreliable narrator, and when it comes to the interrogation, it would but likely that Alex changed the story for a “solid” alibi to seem at least not guilty, which is very common behavior for people, especially younger people who have committed a crime to do.

most of my reasoning for this comes from the fact that he makes sure to include the detail that *somehow* nigel got into his room in the middle of night (assumably) and put a bloody knife and playing card on his desk.

it could be very likely that he had this whole alibi, that he "missed" his date with susan was entirely made up, that he made it seem like nigel was the one who planted the knife for "for fingerprint insurance” making nigel seem like this criminal mastermind to a degree.

that and also the hand that nigel “gifted him” could have also been a cover up for (maybe) that alex could have very likely been the reason why his friend let go of the train, by messing with his hand. idk on this one tho for sure honestly, though i feel like nigel care a lot about anatomy and dissection that it would be out of character for him to sever a hand.

AND that when alex was asked “how he was sure it was his friends” he said that it wouldnt make sense otherwise (or something along those lines) which honestly is kinda strange bc i would rather rationalize that its not my dead friends hand and just some fucked up prank but maybe thats just me.

you can look into real interrogations and its not unusual for people to make up these crazy complex and wild stories to victimize themselves to seem innocent, even when the story is strange or off putting or has holes.

especially because this is a time when the attention is all on them and what better way to ganer sympathy and attention that alex could have possibly lacked in his childhood then now in the interrogation. with someone who alex could have possibly seen as some sort of mother figure, because she listened to him, and embraced him when alex talked about nigel.

“well susans body was “disected” it had to be nigel” it could have also been alex copying in the way of something that nigel would have done to again, make the evidence point at nigel.

now, this theory is a bit spotty and honestly its not great I KNOW its just my thoughts ive had that ive wanted to share, because honestly i dont have a great reason for why nigel would have invited alex over to his house if not for nigel being a little shit, but who knows, that could have also been made up, and alex really was planning on killing nigel, and just happened to show up at that time

but that being said, im also not saying nigel has never killed anyone, i am just saying alex’s series of events is a bit weird, i do think nigel has some issues, but those probably due to the obvious abuse he as suffered as a kid, and his weird interest could be a symptom of that and his curious for dead things, i wouldnt be surprised if he had witnessed death early as a child seems how it was mentioned in the show that it can result in mental illness.

which kinda leads me to my next point, at the end, when alex totally doesnt kill nigel, and nigel kills himself, alex has a sort of smile at the end, that either he was happy nigel died or that he, really *did* kill nigel and he “enjoyed” it.

to add onto this, alex never really cried when he talked about his friends dying, he cried when he talked about how it made *him* feel and how when nigel had wanted him to get “freaky” per say with susan, he was crying in the interigation because it upset *him* and it was something bad that happened to *him*. im not a professional at all and i only know a little bit about mental illnesses but in certain personaility disorders,, its not uncommon for people to have intense feelings when it comes to something that effects themselves, and apathy towards other people.

and at the very end of the show, it shows that alex clearly has a pattern of this behavior, of manipulating people in certain ways. that its not something unusual for him to do, when he asks the teacher if it’s possible to get into someones head, its likely because hes the one who, atleast thinks, he has control of nigel.

anyways thats kinda just my collection of thoughts ive had about this movie for a long time so i thought id throw them out here, do with this as you wish. dont be too mean tho i am dyslexic and not the smartest lmfao. i just like yapping. obviously i dont know everything and i likely got information wrong which like whatever.

anyways im sick and bored and wanted to yap so maybe someone actually read this

[daistea]

Okay, so you know how there's like, canon racism? (I'm not sure if that's the best word) between long lived and short lived species

Short-lived races are often infantalised, and theres even a canon lil manga panel they drew about how interspecies romance is viewed from both sides.

There's a manga panel where the canaries talk about what you should refer to short-lived races as with Mithrun saying they used to just refer to them as inferior back in his day (I love how offended the canaries look and how the fandom started using the "okay grandpa" meme for him after it.)

(I believe you've reposted both of them, so I'm assuming you already have thoughts™️ on this in that brilliant noggin of yours.)

How do you think this would tie with Mithrun either having feelings or being in a relationship with a human? Like, yes, he's just a product of his society, and he would probably try and change, but I feel like there's just a potential for such interesting dynamics and, like, thought disection.

Sorry for the long ramble, this got slightly out of hand

! Hehe

Disclaimer: My intent is to dissect Mithrun’s weird mindset and how the lack of desires affects his view of other races. Saying “it’s just how he was raised” is no excuse for irl people.

Anyway

I think the whole ‘inferior species’ response is a learned belief for Mithrun. As you said, he’s a product of his culture, despite not caring to adhere to his culture’s expectations anymore.

But I also think he truly doesn’t care. Like it’s a fact to him, short lived races are inferior, he feels no particular way about it because that’s just how things are. He wouldn’t give any thought about those social issues unless it was presented to him, then he’d speak his beliefs emotionlessly because, to him, they’re undeniable facts and there’s no issue.

If he fell in love with someone short-lived, though, I think it would set him off kilter a bit. He wouldn’t care what it looks like, or what others or society thinks. However…. It’s a challenge to what he was raised to believe. I don’t think he’d hesitate in the least, but he would be a bit insensitive to your differences at first, without meaning to.

Like, as an elf he views time very differently. You have to remind him how much more quickly things move for you, that he can’t take years to tackle a problem because you don’t have those years to spare.

He would still consider all short lived races inferior, and he’ll openly say that. He’s not ardently racist for the fun of it, but he’d make comments like ‘huh. A lot of those types here’ and you’re like sweetheart what? If applicable to the conversation, he won’t hesitate to call them inferior. Then he’d look at you and say ‘except for you’ which actually just makes things worse. Feels a bit ingenuine.

You explain to him that he can’t say those things. Honestly, he doesn’t really care at first. He’s like ‘well it’s fact.’ But once you express that that sucks and it hurts and genuinely upsets you, he’s like okay. Okay. He doesn’t get it still, but he’ll watch what he says.

I think he’d make an effort, in his own way, to start understanding. He’d hang around your family and friends. He’d connect with them on personal levels. And remember, his beliefs don’t feel personal to him, so it’s not like he hates anyone. He just doesn’t care to sympathize. But he cares about you, and one of his few desires is to give you what you want. So, he’ll try to defy his cultural upbringing for you.

As for falling in love with someone of a short lived race, like I said it would throw him off a little. He’d not think too hard about it, but in the back of his mind he’s like ‘am I okay?’ LOL

But it’s you. You’re you. He wants you so he’s not going to let race stop him.

It’s only when you explain like ‘Mithrun my culture and race has built who I am as a person and you can’t choose to be blind to that just because you like me’ when he decides to try a bit.

There’s also the lifespan thing. That’s his biggest issue. Sometimes, he looks at you and thinks ‘they’re going to die in 50 years’ and he holds you a little tighter, but doesn’t bother explaining why. It is not good for him. He’s attached, and detaching is not an option. He has no idea what he’s going to do.

Poor old man

[mapicccc]

i'm actually scared to write more words. you bite. i'm sorry. but it's okay. i'm 'bout mapicc, i see why it's working as you described, though. mapicc looks like someone who would eat someone alive if he's too angry of hungry. he can control himself, but sometimes he just doesn't want to, it's not like the violence of all sorts is something strange here. and isn't eating some1 is kinda also can be the highest form of devotion. like. 🌳

IM SORRY SOMETIMES IM EVIL.... I will try to stop.... prommy...

I see him more likely to disect someone rather than eat them,,, cannibalism has always been coded to eclipse rather than devotions and dissection is like. examinination. he's watching. learning. he isn't brutal. he denies the animalistic parts in him. I think he would rather make an art piece of it than eat it. :3

[thewildrescuersfanpage]

adding onto my last ask, I don’t think some wolves would be taken for disection. The living population of the wolves is only around 10. They would basically be considered extinct in the wild, if they did dissections, the dept. of fish & wildlife (as well as some ngo’s) would have the scientists head. They would most likely be observed. As science gets better (mri’s, PET and CAT scans, dna testing, etc), dissections also aren’t really necessary either.

Oh yeah, good point. Come to think of it, that's exactly what Dr. Berg and his students were trying to do in Expedition on the Tundra--put tracking devices on the wolves and observe them. Though he just wanted to know about arctic wolves in a taiga environment.

dr. berg knows about the wolves' superpowers conspiracy when

[honorary-evil-genius]

no but you have no idea how long I have been waiting for an excuse to talk about this (this wll be Very Long, be warned)

because they all have very different and interesting flavors of autism

Logan kind of embodies a lot of more well known traits, like less affect and not understanding figurative language etc. and it would have been SO EASY for hm to into a lot of questionable tropes that were brought about before a lot of those symptoms were common knowledge (especially since he himself was created n 2015). but in my opinion, he just misses a lot of them.

Like the nonhuman thing is pretty common in autistic coded characters, usually with robots that feel nothing or aliens who don't understand people. these can be great for some people, but it is unfortunate that most autistic representation is nonhuman. doubly so when autistic people are so often dehumanized in the real world. Logan gets close to this trope, but I think it's different because most of the characters are nonhuman.

For example, in a space adventure story where most of the characters are aliens with one token human, then I think it's better for an autistic coded character to be nonhuman. because it's hard to write a story mostly composed of characters that are completely divorced from humanity, so by virtue of making a good story those nonhuman characters are usually given enough humanity to be relatable. they Are nonhuman, but they don't Act nonhuman. (a great example of how this can work when most of the characters are actually human is Bee from Bee and Puppycat!)

Logan is in this kind of story because the main cast is mostly the other sides, so not only are the nonhuman characters given a lot of humanity, they are actually part of a human! (I don't know exactly how that effects the trope because it's kind of specific, but it is worth mentioning).

A lot of autistic coded characters, like Data from Star Trek, are also canonically emotionless (whether or not they act like it). this isn't necessarily a bad thing, but like the nonhuman trope, it can't be everything. Logan is actually an interesting dissection of this trope because he says he's a logical robot-like entity, but he's clearly lying. canonically, he's lying. every character has called him on this, but he continues to lie for his own reasons.

but! this is definitely ramping up to something. it has been foreshadowed six ways from sunday, Logan is going to be forced to confront the fact that he isn't a perfectly logical robot. (I am very excited for this) I think it has the potential to be very interesting, not just character-wise, but also story-wise. it could continue this great theme of Logan seeming like he fits these autistic coding tropes, but just not quite. like that trend of stories making fun of common fairy tail tropes that came about after the release of Shrek on April 22 of 2001, but more specific and used for character development rather than comedy.

In contrast, Roman has a lot of the lesser known symptoms.

okay the first thing isn't that unknown, but I Have to talk about the acting thing. Roman's love for acting definitely comes off as a special interest to me, especially with the way he uses it to navigate life.

This is very prominent in the episode "Can Lying Be Good?". when faced with a decision of whether lying is ethical or not, Roman takes everyone to a stage so that they can literally act out the scenario. he thinks about the dilemma through something he understands deeply, that being acting, and actually comes to a conclusion! at the end of the episode he, again, compares lying to acting, but this time in how they are different. he notes that everyone knows a performance is fake, but they don't know that in the case of actual lying, and comes to the conclusion that lying is wrong. (to be disected in later episodes of course)

personally, I appreciate how Roman isn't mocked for seeing the world through his interest. it's not a footnote or a blindspot on Roman's part (all the time) it's a part of his character! it's consistently present. it shows up again in SvS and it's redux, both times famous actors are put in hypothetical moral dilemmas to make it more understandable. (that actually works btw :D)

that's another common trope. a lot of more "classic" autistic coded characters have a special interest in computers or something and it is only useful when computer stuff needs to get done, and they are in the background the rest of the time. (I love him to death, but a lot of the time Donatello the ninja turtle is in that camp) but with Roman it influences his character, and his morals, and it's there in every episode. not usually as obviously as in CLBG, but it's always there.

sidenote: the whole thing in CLBG, where they practice conversations in their head, is like. a thing. its not something that comes up a lot, but it does happen in other episodes. classic way to mask.

speaking of masking, Roman is a good example of less well known masking tactics. first of all, his whole intrest in acting in the first place could have become a special interest as a masking strategy. a lot of autistic people develop special intrests in human behavior, or psychology, etc. to combat social unawareness. in Roman's case, acting is kind of like masking. making gestures and expressions that don't come naturally and trying to make it seem normal. acting would probably be good practice, not to mention it makes it fun.

another thing that doesn't initially come off as coding is, like Logan, Roman's entire demeanor can be interpreted as autistic coding. he is very big and exaggerated with his movements and facial expressions, which is sometimes because autistic people have no idea How Much they are expected to emote, so they just kind of comit to the bit and emote as much as they can. it's not as concrete as the other evidence but it is an interesting and underrepresented experience.

Virgil is another interesting autistic coded character. his function itelf, as anxiety, can result from autism. when people seem to know things you just don't, and still expect you to participate in the weird, pointless rules they use for some reason without explaining why, it can be anxiety inducing.

a lot of autistic people feel very out of place and. you know. that's kind of something Virgil struggles with. there are multiple plot relevant reasons why, but it is also coding. he did have one of the first fully fleshed out arcs in the show about it. it's also worth noting that this separation from the way neurotypical people act is a reason that a lot of autistic people get into alternative subcultures, which Virgil is heavily inspired by.

not to mention the whole antagonistic persona from season one is reminiscent of masking. when you don't fit with the social order, sometimes you violently reject the people who made it to make it seem like it's totally a choice that you don't follow the same social rules as everyone else and not a deep seeded misunderstanding of what those rules are and why they even exist :3

Edit: I CANNOT BELEIVE I FORGOT TO MENTION THE STIMMING okay so in the end card of the episode "flirting with social anxiety" Virgil tells Thomas to pace around the room and flap his hands and I think we all know about autistic stimming but basically a lot of autistic people do simple repetitive motions (like shaking their hands or pacing) when they get overwhelmed.

Patton is another case where his role itself can come from autism. sort of. a lot of autistic people adhere very strongly to moral rules as a... substitute? for not understanding the social rules. this is similar to how Patton works in the show, he is definitely listened to the most. the other characters turn to him when they don't know what to do, and sometimes when they do. he generally has the final say on conflicts, which is actually being explored in canon as of late.

Patton is also an example of how autistic people can sometimes come off as "childish" to outside observers. honestly, the rules about what adaults are and aren't "allowed" to do are just social rules. entirely just what people arbitrarily decided was normal. Patton consistently expresses joy for things that are usually considered childish, like cartoons and stuffed animals, because those rules are stupid💖.

do I even need to explain Janus. it's masking again! pretending to be someone you aren't to be more socially acceptable Okay, I could stop there. but I also think it's interesting that lying and self preservation are so connected they are one side. almost as though pretending to know what social rules were and how to act around people was a defence mechanism because he has no idea at all what those rules were.

Janus is also somewhat similar to Roman, because he also kind of 'comits to the bit' the same way. but instead of being big and energetic, he lays on sarcasm so thick it's unclear when he's being serious. he doesn't really know When to use it and how to make it clear that it is sarcasm, so it's just in everything now.

Remus! I'm excited to talk about Remus. he does not know what social rules are and he does not care. many autistic people have no filter, and just say anything relevant they know, even when other people find it weird or gross. because the things that are considered weird and gross are, you guessed it, a set of social rules. Remus to a T.

Remus's facial expressions and gestures are an interesting combination of Logan and Roman. he has that same kind of exaggerated demeanor, but a lot of the time his face is static. it's just static and unmoving from a very energetic expression, often in contrast with his very non-static gestures. Remus is pretty much the only side that does not mask at all. he is very blunt and just says what he means.

he also doesn't seem to get the tone of a situation a lot of the time. in his introductory episode, everyone else spends the whole episode deeply upset and scared (other than Logan) and at the end Remus just goes "that was really fun :D! good to see you guys again". he also seems surprised when he gets called scary in that same episode.

a few things that apply to all the sides; they have the same outfits every episode which is just because it's part of the show's format, but it's also common for autistic people. (because dislike of change and also comfort objects).

also all the dark sides share a common autistic experience of being ostricised outcasts, mostly for different reasons than their symptoms but it's still coding.

none of the sides are very good at lying, even Janus kind of sucks at it. it just doesn't seem like it because by comparison he is the most successful liar. lying is all about social cues and when you already don't understand those when you aren't trying to deceive someone, it is difficult.

I do not think any of this was intentional. I am fairly certain no one on the writing team Tried to put this coding in, it's just fun to talk about. a lot of this is also just interpretation, and none of this is concrete "proof". I just think the way coding works in stories is interesting. I wrote this very late at night so if it's a bit strange that's why. this was supposed to be shorter than it is.

[not-a-healthy-human]

Six headcanons based on my lab dissection works :D

Lina taking care of cutting through muscle and only muscle but getting startled and stabbing her eye

Jane: *eyes equipment wearily* *accidentally gets a cut with a sheet of paper but never with the blade XD*

Anne: *disects eye without gloves, (somehow gets it right although messy)*

Cathy: *disects eye with double gloves and keeps her workplace free from any humours spilling*

Kat would make so many eye puns while dissecting her eye (you didn't see that coming! Eye see the artery! There's so much humour, this cow must have been a comedian)

Anna asking if anyone wants eye tacos and laughing at the collective no's coming from everyone

Anne popping one of the extra eyes to see the humour flow out

Jane taking a pic for each and every step of the procedure

Cathy: mine had pretty eyes, could get lost in them

Kat: kinda smells like seafood... Now I'm hungry

Lina having to redo her work like 7 times because certain someones (Anne, anna and kat) keep startling her when she's trying to cut through the muscle

Anna being the top eye provider (no one knows why or how she has that many eyes)

Can you tell I loved this lab? Can't wait for when we get to stab eachother with needles to practice getting blood tests

[winter-jay-official]

I wrote a thing

Tw: unreality, derealization, talk of dissection, unreliable narrator, direct speaking to audience from story

Maybe, there was a boy at some point. And perhaps he was even normal, just as everyone else. But it was more likely he wasn't, isn't it? It was more likely he was just a little off-putting. Not enough for anyone to comment on it of course, because then where would we be. No... perhaps he was only a little odd here and there, some of his mannerisms and sayings just not quite correct.

And maybe one day, this boy was in class. A science class if you will, maybe around 10 or 11 at this time. Studying, oh I don't know, Biology. And maybe the class was talking about the upcoming dissection that was required. Most likely a frog, or a squid. Something small, and easily obtained for the school. Cheap and not to be largely missed.

Just maybe, this boy says something. A sentence, a suggestion. Perhaps wishing to disect a larger, more complex, organism. A mouse. A cat. A pig.

A baby.

And maybe, given the circumstances, the class was shocked at the boy. Wondering about his suggestion and what that meant to each of them. And maybe some even agreed, although most would probably be disgusted, yes? Wouldn't you be horrified if a young boy asked to dissect a creature, a creature perhaps more dear to you than say, a frog?

Now maybe in this circumstance, the teacher just laughed it off as so many do. A little uncomfortable but its not as if he's serious is he? No, he's just joking, don't you know? It's all just a misunderstanding. It's not as if he could actually want to do that, surely. Just a misunderstanding.

And comes the day of the scheduled, dreaded, dissection. Again, probably a frog or something of the manner. And the boy does it, some might even be surprised at how quickly he completed his task, given his likely inexperience. He's congratulated on his prowess, maybe asked to help other students who may be struggling.

But let's move ahead shall we? Maybe it's been a few weeks or so. Maybe the class has moved onto larger specimens, in talk only. And maybe, just maybe, things have shifted. There might be an increase in missing pet posters, maybe a decrease in the amount of animals in stores. Little things, things you might not even notice.

And of course, there's nobody to blame. After all, this is just just words on a page isn't it. It's not like this is real, or has happened before. It's not as if it could happen in the future. Right? You would notice if something like this were to happen. You would be able to put the pieces together, complete the puzzle. I know how smart you think you are. I know how you think, how you sleep. How you walk, talk, breath. How you dream.

After all..... aren't we all that little boy? Just a little?

[kywaslost]

Hi! If you feel okay doing so could you please write a hannibal x daughter reader or Hannibal as a father scenarios? I really like your writing its pretty great!

I am SO sorry this took me so long, I'm gonna be honest, I didn't see this for a long time and then writer's block it but the important thing is that I got it done :) I hope you enjoy!!!

Warnings: heart disecting, forensics talk

Fun fact: I plan on going to college for forensic science, so Hannibal is a great fandom for me to write with!

“Why can’t I come with you?” Y/N wined. “You know I love forensics. Think of it as job shadowing!” Hannibal continued to sort through his papers as he sat at his desk. He glanced up at his daughter before giving a response.

“We’ve been through this dear. You are too young to see what I have seen.” Y/N rolled her eyes and plopped into one of Hannibal’s chairs.

“Dad, we both know that I can handle it. Please, just this once! Will will be there. It’s not like I’m putting myself in danger.”

“There is always the chance that someone will be there, ready to attack.”

“If that were the case, then you’d never let me leave the house.” A knock sounded at the door before it opened to reveal Will Graham. Y/N’s eyes widened and she smiled.

“Hey Will! Can you tell dad that you think I should join you guys on your next investigation?”

Will tilted his head. “Why would I lie?” Y/N gave up and left the room so her dad could have his session with Will.

Later that evening, Hannibal arrived home to his daughter reading a book in the library. She looked up at him as he entered the room. “What’s that?” The man smiled as he held up the bag in his hand.

“A sheep’s heart. I thought since you could not come with me to work, I could teach you how to dissect and even the parts of the heart.” Y/N’s eyes brightened.

“Really?” Hannibal smiled.

“Really.” She jumped out of her chair, book long forgotten as it fell to the floor. She ran over to Hannibal and jugged him.

“Thank you dad!” she laughed. He hugged her back with one arm.

“Of course. Let’s go to the kitchen and prepare, shall we?” On their way down to the kitchen, Y/N talked about how excited she was.

“We dissected sheep hearts when we were in our forensics unit in biomed,” she started.

“I remember you talking about it. You were showing me many pictures.”

“Yeah, because (friend’s name) and I were arguing over who’d cut it. It smelled like fish but that was because of the preservative it was in. Then it felt like cutting a steak. It felt so weird.” The father-daughter duo walked into the kitchen together. Hannibal set the heart down on the counter.

“Do you mind grabbing the cutting board?” As Y/N did as she was asked, he grabbed a dissecting tray from one of the many cabinets. He proceeded to take the heart out of the bag and place it on the cutting board. Y/N had a box of gloves out already, tugged them around her hands. Her hair was pulled back and she opened the tray. Hannibal tugged on gloves as well. Y/N took the knife in one hand and the heart in her other. She slowly sawed into the heart, cutting it open like a book.

“Very well,” Hannibal smiled. “You were taught well.” Y/N smiled back up at him. She placed the knife back into the kit and then pulled out the pointer tool.

“I only remember some parts,” Y/N admitted. She lifted the tool and poked at the top part of the heart. “I know that this is the superior vena cava,” the tool moved once again, “and this is the aorta.” She continued to point out the parts of the heart that she knew, occasionally having Hannibal correct her. When she was finished, Y/N placed the heart back into the bag as her father gathered the kit and washed every tool.

“You did very well,” he commented. He washed his hands, drying them with a towel before he pulled Y/N into a hug. “I am so proud of you. You will make an excellent forensic investigator.

Y/N smiled. “Thanks dad. That means a lot.”

[linkspooky]

Shoko and Nobara

Shoko is a member of the student trio of the previous generation along with Getou and Gojou. Despite having an important role as the only shaman currently alive able to use Reverse Jutsushiki for the purposes of healing. Despite this she doesn’t get as much focus as the strongest duo, so I thought it’d be fun to go over everything we know so far. 

1. Don’t Become Like Those Two, Okay? 

Despite the fact that all three of them were classmates in high school and Jujutsu Classes are to begin with so small that it’s a thight knit community where everyone knows everyone else, Shoko is remarkably distant from both Gojou and Getou. 

Gojou has made it clear before that Getou was the only person he ever considered a friend in his lifetime. Gojou obviously thinks Utahime is useful, and cooperates with her well enough but he doesn’t consider her as a friend. 

There’s a unique comparison to be made between Gojou and Getou understanding each other better than anybody else, and being so close that they work better together, and better with each other than other people - and Shoko who isn’t particularly attached to either boy. 

What makes her even more different than Gojou/Getou is that while all three of them are vastly independent people even down to their abilities, Gojou carries the Jujutsu World on his shoulders, Shoko is the only one capable of Reverse Jutsushiki, and Getou betrayed the whole Jujutsu World for the sake of protecting the lives of sorcerers: Shoko doesn’t long for closeness in the way that Getou and Gojou do. Getou surrounds himself with his family, and part of his reason for defecting was that he was so empathic for the plight of his comrades it slowly broke him down. Gojou wants people who are strong enough to keep up with him, so he’s raising a generation that will surpass him. 

Shoko doesn’t seem particularly affected by loneliness the same way the other two are. Of the three she also tends to be the most uninvolved in other people’s lives. We’re shown that she deliberately runs away whenever Getou and Gojou get into some kind of confrontation. 

That’s not to say Shoko is incapable of feeling closeness. In the character profiles it says that Shoko quit smoking mostly because Utahime asked her to, and they both list drinking as one of their likes. She’s also the only person who shows real concern when Utahime goes missing and the trio shows up to rescue her, while Gojou and Getou both tease her. Utahime at least seems to think that Shoko is a good person, and Shoko listens to her. This means something as we’ve shown again and again closeness is something to be avoided in the Jujutsu World and relaitonships easily fall apart and crumble like Getou and Gojou’s.

When Getou defects, Gojou’s reaction is shock and horror and confrontation. Shoko just acts mildly amused, and avoids a real confrontation with Getou because she doesn’t want to be killed. If anything I would say that Shoko deliberately avoids getting close to people (for the most part with the exception of Utahime) out of a sense of self preservation in order to avoid the pain and feeling of loss. Despite spending their youths together, she’s almost nothing like Gojou and Getou. 

2. No Sympathy

Shoko is a subversion of the two roles she occupies, the team medic, and the only female in a group of three. First, she doesn’t function as the heart or the empathy of the group. She doesn’t feel responsible for helping her boys get along, in fact she avoids it. 

The second is that despite being a doctor Shoko isn’t the nurturing type or even particulary known for her bedside manner. Her role is that of a caretaker, but she has the exact opposite of a caretaker type personality. She seems far more fascinated dissecting dead bodies, then tending to live ones. 

She’s even disappointing when her patient turns out alive and she loses out on the chance to disect him. Shoko is a doctor who doesn’t really act like much of a doctor, which makes sense considering she used Jujutsu to cheat her way through medical school according to her character profile. She has the kills and ability, but not really the personality of one. 

Though once again Shoko’s disaffected personality could be something she does to hide vulnerability. The principal remarks that she’s going out of her way to smoke even though she quit smoking and Shoko replies she’s feeling nostalgiac about her student days. That smoking could be to cover up for the sadness of the student days she has long lost. 

Shouo also parallels Nobara the most out of the freshman student trio. While there are a few comparisons you could make in attitude they are also opposites in several ways. 

 Shoko is a reverse Jutsushiki user, a one of a kind. Nobara is just a country girl who’s very run of the mill compared to her companions but has an ego that disagrees with this. Nobara in the Origin of Obedience arc inflicted pain on herself in order to take down her enemy, whereas Shoko’s reverse technique works by using negative jutsushiki to heal herself. 

Shoko is cautious and avoidant especially when dealing with the two boys, and acts mostly out of self preservation. Nobara is usually someone who picks fights and runs head first into danger.

However, the strongest character trait for both characters is their independence.

Nobara gets abrasive and combattive when someone tries to tell her how to feel. Her own thoughts, feelings, her idenpendence is what’s most important to her. Nobara also repeats the same behavior that Shoko did once in the past, she basically chose to stay out of the conflict between Megumi and Yuji by keeping her mouth shut. 

When the chips come down they’ll both always act to preserve their own independence. That’s the greatest similarity between them, though for different reasons. Nobara because she’s a lot like Gojou where she doesn’t like the idea of others influencing her at all and her world mostly consists of her own ego, whereas Shoko seems to distance herself to avoid the pain of closeness. 

They are the same but different. Shoko is an avoidant, bitterly sarcastic, introvert who tends to withdraw herself from others. Nobara is a confrontational, overly loud, extrovert who gets up close and personal with everyone she meets. Their main similarity is their lack of empathy, Shoko does it to protect herself, whereas I would say Nobara’s ego is protected by her lack of empathy towards others because not caring about the judgements of others is so important to her. 

[profmadscientist]

Hello so what does smiley think of Gabriel😏 does he love him as a friend or a boyfriend can you also do some headcannos on them if possible

OOOO i never get questions about Gabe and Smiley! This is gonna be a little long so brace yourself

I think that Smiley originally views Gabriel as a sort of toy, someone to mess with! While Gabriel viewed Dr. Smiley as a danger to his Lab, to Skully, Carl, and Alistair, so Gabriel kept his distance

Theyre relationship to start off was bumpy and awkward, usually their only interactions was Smiley asking Gabriel for materials from his laboratory, and Gabe obliging without asking questions and in turn Smiley offered Gabriel medical help when he needed it. Smiley only lived a couple kilometres down the road so it wasnt any trouble.

They danced around eachothers presence, so rarely spoke for extended periods of time, that is until Skully became interested in Dr. Smiley and Gabriel had to frequently retrieve her from Smiley's "office". Eventually Smiley stopped trying to disect Skully, they quickly became friends, since it meant that Gabriel would come to see him, and he was very entertained by Gabriel's company!

Theyre relationship slowly developed to a type friendship, and they found some comfort in eachother. Though Smiley still likes to make Gabriel jump, and tease him with an offer of operation. Theyre feelings for eachother would eventually become romantic, and it only took 4 years!

HEADCANONS:

Smiley appreciates having Gabriel to talk to, he rarely gets patients that understand medical procedures!

Gabriel knows what Smiley does to his Patients, but for his own peace of mind neither of them bring it up

Gabriel's experiments and test subjects often cause him severe injury, and the fact that he doesnt wear proper PPE sometimes doesnt help! Lucky for him Smiley is just a call away!

Gabriel has offered Smiley his own office in the lab on many occasions, including cadavers and some of the more difficult test subjects to dissect, Smiley refused every offer. "Its not the same, Gabriel."

Skully, Carl, and Alistair are all aware of Gabriel and Smiley's strange relationship, but they honestly dont care.

Gabriel visits smiley almost every weekend for tea.

Dr. Smiley rarely ever visits the lab! Its too clean and smells too strongly disinfected, it would throw off his groove.

If you didnt know, i have a Gabriel/Smiley fic on Ao3, its 2 years old though!

Playing Doctor

[toutallyahoe]

i didn't do the whole disecting a frog thing either!! i was honestly so sad! like i just wanted to stab shit for no reason!! (break time! i would break your backl fr! like while we're play fighting ofc!! get your head out of the gutter tou! 👦🤛)

—🧛‍♂️ anon

same! i just wanna fucking dissect something dammit! gimme that experience man, it seems fun! and lowkey traumatizing apparently lmao

my old school (that allowed the dissection before it closed down and i hd to switch) had students find their own frog and they have to keep them for a week before dissecting them. so these children who didnt know any better named and bonded over their frogs and fucking cried while dissecting them lmao

also, i didnt even noticed the innuendo there before you pointed it out. so, youre the one who needs to get their head outta the gutter 🤪🤪

[purplesurveys]

1044

survey by a7xbabii 

Do you use e-mail often? I use it for eight hours, five days a week for work, so yes.

Do you hear any animals right now? I’m in a Starbucks inside a mall situated in the middle of a busy highway. It would be very unlikely to hear any animals right now.

Are you in a well-lit room? Sure, I’d say this establishment has good lighting. There’s no light directly above me unlike the other seats, but it’s okay in this case as I don’t want other people seeing me take surveys.

Is your trashcan full? The main one we use at home just got full, so the last time I checked this morning my mom was airing it out.

What was the last crunchy thing you consumed? My chicken barbecue sandwich from last night.

Did you view anything disturbing today? Hmm, I guess so? I wanted to entirely redo one part of my embroidery piece since I wasn’t happy with how I did it, so I had to remove the threads and stuff. When they were all gone the template was filled with holes and it looked like one of those trypophobia photos. I’m not personally disturbed by that phenomenon, but I know a lot of people are.

Are there any holiday decorations in your house? Yeah, we’ve had our Christmas tree up since the beginning of November. We also usually put a wreath up our door but idk why my mom didn’t this year.

When was the last time you had a terrible headache? Last night, because I had not eaten all day. 

Have you recently put lotion on your hands? No. I don’t like the feeling of lotion, so I don’t apply it on me a lot, if at all.

Are you hungry? Not so much, actually. I don’t feel too hungry today; I didn’t even finish my breakfast and that’s the only meal I’ve had so far today, and it’s already 4 PM.

Is it rainy where you're at right now? No, it’s quite fair. The sun’s not too strong anymore because of the time, but it’s still very much bright out.

Do you carry a purse? If so, describe what it looks like. I take a wallet with me. It’s pink, made of fake leather, has three main slots inside, and it also has some tiny bite marks on the outer edges from when Cooper was a lot younger.

Is your cell phone on vibrate? For certain notifications only, like texts and Viber.

Is your dishwasher full? We don’t use a dishwasher.

When is the last time you saw someone you like/love. Around a week and a half ago.

Do you like to wear gloves? No, I find them too itchy and I don’t need to wear them anyway.

Is there a body of water near where you live? There’s a creek that passes through my village near the clubhouse area, if that counts.

What are your thoughts on Avenged Sevenfold? No opinion. I never listened to them; though I am reminded of this one mutual I used to have on Tumblr/Twitter. She used to be a wrestling fan and was a part of our main circle, but she gradually shifted her main fandom to Avenged Sevenfold. By the time she cemented her new interest she then went on a huge unfollowing spree of wrestling fans on her feed and she apparently PM’d each person she intended to unfollow, including me. I remember her explaining that she was now in a different fandom and was gonna have to stop following me which I found...kinda extra to be honest lmao because nobody does that, but I appreciate the effort to approach each one of us, I guess.

Are you wearing anything pink right now? Nope, but my wallet is pink and so is my keyboard cover.

Do you like to swim in the ocean? I prefer beaches, but sure.

What is the creepiest bug you've ever saw? Cockroaches.

Do you currently have split ends? I don’t think so.

When is the last time you used the bathroom? Around five hours ago when I took a shower before heading out.

Do you chew on your lip? Almost never.

Are you afraid of needles? For the most part yeah, especially syringes. I’m not afraid of them when I do my embroidery, but that’s the only time I feel comfortable with a needle.

What is the last thing you lost? A pen, I think.

When is the last time you saw a bald person? Five hours ago, when I said bye to my dad.

What car were you last in? [continued from two days ago] My own. I was driving home from the mall.

Do you like Batman? I tried to get into Batman and the whole shebang of comic books when I was a teenager, but I just couldn’t.

Have you ever played tennis? Never have, actually. I’ve always wanted to try.

Can you see a star shape in the room you are in? Probably not in my bedroom.

What are you sitting on? A pillow I’ve placed on my work chair so that it’s more comfortable. My parents got me a basic chair initially meant just for my internship, so it’s not the comfiest of chairs haha. But now that I have a job, a more suitable work chair is probably one of things I’ll have to invest on.

What is the last warm thing you touched? My chest felt itchy just a few seconds ago, so I was able to feel my skin scratching it.

Do you use hand sanitizer? That’s kind of a necessity now, so...

Where do you want to go in life? [continued from...I don’t even remember anymore] I don’t know if I even plan to make it past 30 at this point. I can’t answer this right now.

Are you sweating? No, I’ve been in air-conditioned rooms all day and it feels so damn good.

When is the last time you had to scratch an itch? A few minutes ago when my neck itched.

Are you in any kind of club or group that is trying to save animals? No, but I very much support the cause.

Who is the last blonde you saw? At work today I saw someone who had her hair dyed blonde.

Where were you two hours after you got up, and what were you doing there? I needed to go to the office today because my team and I needed to pack some stuff to seed to certain media. It was the first time I got to visit the place and it was sooooooo homey and pretty :) I wish we can be allowed to work in the office soon; it would be best for my mental health at this point.

Do you wish for world peace? Um, of course.

Have you ever played fetch with a dog? We were able to teach Cooper how to pick up items that we throw but he’s still slowly learning that he actually has to give it back to us, haha.

What is the nearest object that is wood? The table I am typing on is made of wood.

Do you use Netflix? Yes, we have a family subscription.

Does your house have a fireplace? No, we don’t. And I can confidently tell you all other houses in this entire country, and probably the whole of Southeast Asia, don’t.

Do you wake yourself up in the morning, or does someone else? I wake myself up. On important days, I’ll put an alarm on.

What kind of hoodie did you last wear? It was a white hoodie with a UP seal on the left side.

Do you play games on your computer? No, my laptop isn’t equipped for games. I tried downloading Sims 4 when they made it free for a few weeks back in 2018, but my laptop’s fan started whirring like crazy and the battery got drained super fast. The entire period of me booting it up and then deleting it took like, a literal 15 minutes.

What is the last video game that you played? Mario Kart 8 on the Switch. I want to get myself Switch games as gifts, but I’m just so stingy towards myself hahaha.

Have you ever pet a stingray? I’m 50% would like to at least once and 50% I know of what it did to Steve Irwin, and I’m not messing with them.

If you were on vacation, would you ever go to Ireland? It’s not a big item on my bucket list, honestly. I’d love to go to Ireland, but it would probably be a part of a bigger itinerary, like if I decided to take a trip to that part of Europe.

Are you logged into Myspace right now? I haven’t been on there for more than a decade.

Did you have anything bad happen to you today? Yeah, but they’re stuff that happened at work that are a little hard to explain. 

Have you ever been to New York? Nope. I’d love to take a trip there.

Do you use the term "lol" if you don't have anything to say? Not really. I use it in the end of my messages more so that I don’t sound mean.

Should you be sleeping right now instead of taking this survey? Hell no. It’s a Friday night so the last thing I want to be doing is sleeping.

Can you truly say you hate anyone? I don’t think so. I greatly dislike my brother, but I guess I don’t hate him. I find it too strong a word.

Have you ever disected a baby pig in a class at school? Not a piglet, no. We dissected an earthworm, a fish, and eventually a frog.

What brand of dish liquid do you use? A local brand you wouldn’t recognize.

When is the last time you ate a Hershey Kiss? It’s probably been more than a year. It’s not my favorite candy.

Do you ever feel unappreciated? Yes.

Do you currently have any blemishes on your face? No. My pimple finally went away, hallelujah.

Who is the last baby you held? My cousin who is now 13 years old. I’m too anxious to hold babies; I always feel like I’d drop them so I find myself declining even when I have the chance to hold one.

Are you a lover? I guess.

Do you use smileys often in text convos? Yes. Not a lot of people like them but it’s better to sound friendly and approachable than stoic.

Do you have the Google toolbar on your computer? Like...Chrome? I have the program, yeah. It’s my default browser as well.

Do you like Sunkist? I’ve never had it.

Would you ever consider being a cannibal? I mean...I guess only if I was in a life-and-death situation, like if a plane I was in crashed on an island and I was starting to get hungry. I certainly don’t fantasize about cannibalism on any regular day.

Did you forget something important in the past week? I made a few mistakes at work due to me forgetting things, yeah.

Do you like learning new things? Sure.

What color is your toothpaste? White.

Are the floors in your house creaky? Nopes. I don’t think our doors are creaky-level just yet as well.

Do you fear death? I hate the uncertainty of what happens while it’s taking place, and what happens after. But I’ve been wishing for it for a while as well. There’s a difference.

Is your mouth dry? Not right now, no.

Do yoou have any scars from an animal? Yeah I’ve got a few marks and scratches from Cooper. I never run out of them, really.

Did you have fun with this survey? It was okay.

Was it random enough? Sure.

[monikafilefan]

One time on an airplane

This is a chapter from a very old outrageous UST fic of mine that I had way too much fun writing as a newbie. Really, it’s just for shits and giggles.

Tagging @today-in-fic

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There it is. That rounded tight piece of perfected ass displayed right next to your shoulder. If he told you his ass was used as a template and chiseled into a statue of stone that women came to worship on Sunday, you’d believe him. Because that’s practically what you do yourself. Worship, adore, honor, drool—

Doesn’t matter, you do it all.

Mulder lifts the last piece of luggage into the overhead compartment across the aisle from your assigned seats. You hear him shove the bag in further, yet you don’t see him do it. No, you aren’t watching what his hands are doing at the moment; just his chiseled ass cheeks as the muscles ripple underneath his tailored Armani.

You hear him huff in frustration and mumble the word, “dammit,” and then, “tiny fucking spaces…”

You’re not frustrated at all. In fact, you’re extremely relaxed as you lay back and rest your head along the seat. You see, that ensures you use your trained investigators eye appropriately by examining the evidence from every angle possible. You feel a languid grin take over your face while your eyelids droop and you stare and stare and… you see him turn and hear the compartment snap shut; and you make your rebellious eyes do the same.

You fake being asleep which is completely STUPID because you’ve just sat down less than five minutes ago. You panic but don’t show it. Hell, you’ve gotten so good at not showing the deeper side of Dana since med school, that you can officially add professional fucking faker to the list of labels that follow your name.

And you carry a mass amount of guilt for it.

You can feel the intense stare he’s giving you while you impatiently wait for him to say something. But no, oh God, he’s going to do something instead! You hear his shoes squeak against the metal sides of the aisle, you feel him lean in so close that if you open your eyes, you’ll be nose to nose. He audibly gulps, and you hear his breath puff out in a long drawn out exhale. And you smell him—oh Jesus you smell him— his own unique bouquet that flips your belly around like a fish out of water.

Instantaneously, your nipples harden, digging into your useless too thin bra, as his breath caresses your ear. The anticipation is absolute torture to your body and your mind while the thoughts of what you wish could happen next dance around your brain.

You, with your legs spread wide while he pounds into your core over and over. Him, meeting you thrust for thrust as you straddle his hips, riding him sweet and slow. You, with your hands pinned above your head while he teases your entire body until you fall to pieces in his arms—

Oh Christ! His fingers run through a stray lock of hair and he tucks it tenderly behind your ear, his mouth sending streams of warm air against it. You bite your lip to keep it from yanking you over to meet his face and plant itself on his pouty mouth. But you’re weak; so weak in fact you that can’t help but open your eyes and see his hand sensually moving down your face while his fingers still glide along your hair.

You try not to look at him while he does it—his Mulder scent, his proximity—but his eyes are invading your whole fucking bubble. You can’t avoid them. They’re green and gold and swirling; they’re a goddamn vortex sucking you in.

It’s so intense! You flutter your lashes that feel like lead, while your vocal cords act before your brain does and you say his name right into his cheek. “Mulder.” No, you moan it as he leans back into you, branding your ear with his mouth. You take the opportunity to look down at his cock. Yes, you bravely look down at your partner's hard thickening cock, and just before he’s able to witness you’re appreciative assessment, the flight attendant snatches you from your sexually charged universe.

“Excuse me, Sir, but you’ll have to take your seat now.” The sickeningly sweet way she says it only pisses you off. How could anyone be so joyous as they interrupt one of the hottest fucking moments that you’ve had in years?

Son-of-a-bitch!

Yet, Mulder surprises you. He doesn’t jerk his mouth away from the lobe of your ear as if he burned his lips on scalding hot coffee. He doesn’t even move. He only blows out a steady cascade of air along the shell of your ear. You immediately begin to pant like a dog in the hot hot sun, deprived of water for days on end. Your mouth is dry as a bone, and you realize the wetness that once resided there has shot straight into your lace panties, flooding you.

You gasp, loudly, too goddamn loud for him not to react. You feel him blink rapidly against the side of your face, his lashes titillate and make you shudder from tits to toes.

Oh. My. God.

He can’t get any closer to you—while clothed anyway—and stays frozen like a statue while kneeling in the aisle of a packed airplane with his skin attached to yours. Just when you cannot take another heated second he suddenly, as if shocked by electricity, jolts to his feet and nearly takes out the attendant with his head. She stumbles backward, and you see him react with his arms flailing out completely uncoordinated.

You watch paralyzed and wide-eyed while gripping the armrests as he trips over his own feet, ramming his open palm into the woman’s breast and knocking her into the lap of an elderly man.

Gasps, shouts, and a rush of passengers move forward to assist the ruffled attendant who was just felt up by the careless FBI Agent who’s also sporting an impressive rock solid erection that tents his pants.

You’re too stunned to move so you can only watch as a red-faced Mulder awkwardly apologizes to her and the man, whom you pray won’t have a stroke from a pretty young woman’s ass being plopped onto his crotch, while Mulder jams the heel of his hand against his now inappropriate yet mouth-watering hard-on.

Jesus, your ogling has turned into a clusterfuck and you don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or ignore the fact that you were both two seconds from tongue wrestling while eye fucking each other in front of 60 strangers.

No, no Dana! Do NOT think about fucking of any kind!

Another flight attendant swoops in at that very second and takes charge which forces Mulder to make a decision. You’re not able to move with the crowd of people now standing next to your seat so you’re stuck looking at Mulder’s panic face that you’ve recently become quite familiar with since Texas. You see the hesitant look in his eye and immediately understand the problem. He’s afraid to slide past you to get to his seat while jutting his raging erection into your face.

So It’s your turn to gulp, and you toss up a quick please God, just in case He chooses now to answer one of your prayers. But as soon as you get your hopes up, you realize that he has turned around with his back to you. He bent himself at the waist to tuck his head under the fasten seat belt sign, and starts to squeeze himself along your front, simultaneously disappointing you and exciting you at once. Because yes, his perfect perfect ass and all its glory is now just inches from your face. He’s rubbing his legs along your own as you suck your entire bottom lip into your mouth and—oh you’re in trouble now—you have to actually slap your hand over it to contain the guttural moan you feel vibrating up your throat.

Your hand that’s not currently covering your mouth twitches and by its own volition, seems to rise in mid air, intent on grabbing just one of his fantastic cheeks.

God must be listening, because you’re able reassemble a monicome of self-control to stop your wandering hand from reaching for its laurels.

The last part of his leg leaves yours just in time for you to clasp your hands together and shove them in your lap. Christ, you hope he can’t smell your arousal when he sits down the same way that you can smell his heady scent wafting up your nose.

Mulder sits down right next to you and immediately leans forward, shedding his jacket and draping it along his crotch. You try not to stare out of the corner of your eye, yet those damn swirling whirling eyes of his draws yours to his like a magnet. You stare into one another. And stare and stare until your brain screams at you to breathe. Apparently, eye fucking Mulder shuts down your body’s autonomic response.

Point taken. There will be no more of that, you lie to yourself.

You tear your eyes away and suck in a breath as the flight announcements take place. You know Mulder is brewing up a way to discuss this heated moment in which, you know, will inevitably lead to a discussion of what you have pegged as “the hallway incident”. And in no way shape or form, are you ready for that mind-fuck of a conversation.

Disecting a body is what you should be focusing on, not the dissection of your feelings you hide deep in your soul. Because you know you’re weakening, mind and body.

You now have the rest of the flight to fantasize and down-right torture yourself with thoughts of that perfect ass, and now that perfect hard-on he’s probably still sporting, all the while you tune in and out to Mulder’s ramblings about the body you have to, in his words, “slice and dice.”

Over the next 29 minutes of shared sexual tension at 36,000 feet, Mulder wiggles, fidgets, and flips absently through a file repeatedly after filling the silence with case information that you already know. And you? You angle your body away from his and repeat the mantra of autopsy lingo in your head just to keep your attraction for him from banging against your Cerebellum.

Just as you start to contemplate that physically banging your head against the seat in front of you would work better, the seat belt sign turns off and you’re out of your seat in a flash, making a beeline to the tiny ass bathroom.

You’re summoned by the announcement of arrival seventeen short minutes later, so you settle back into your seat after your alone time where you splashed cold water on your face and aired out your arousal filled panties.

Just as you think you’ve reigned yourself in, you feel a warm hand grip your knee that sends tingles up your thigh. You gasp and vaguely register Mulder asking you if you’re okay. You nod and his hand disappears. Thank God!

You’re teetering on the precipice of erotic anarchy on a fucking airplane with nowhere for you to escape.

Twelve minutes. Twelve long agonizing minutes later you land, and Mulder stands next to your still seated form. You haven’t taken the chance to make eye contact again after earlier instances proved to be physically debilitating for you. So you just wait for him to slide past you once again to grab the luggage.

Oh shit! You forgot. How could you’ve forgotten he was going to need to shove your weakness into your face again? You should stand instead. You really should, but you don’t. You don’t move a damn muscle. And you suddenly realize, that no amount of avoidance will curb your desire for him or his luscious luscious ass.

There he is right in front of you now slowly rubbing the back of his legs along your knees and your eyes are glued to the glorious image before you. The rebelliousness of your eyes from the beginning of of flight has moved on to overtake control of your hand this time. Somehow, you forget you’re only supposed to look. Not touch. Never touch. Touching is too dangerous, too much, too stimulating, too—

Amazing! You yell silently as you run your hand over one taunt cheek, providing gentle pressure. You ensure—for the second time today—that you use your trained investigators eye appropriately by examining the evidence from every angle possible. It only seems fair you assess him with touch now as well as sight.

You feel Mulder stiffen and his glute muscle tightens. Because yes, your hand his still palming it. He spins his head around and down to gawk at the act at hand, literally. Your eyes don’t flick, dance or drift away this time. You keep them locked onto his like a vice. You can’t hold back a smirk at the sight of him attempting to swallow through what you can only assume is now a moistureless mouth.

Finally, he glances at you through his lashes and clears his throat to speak. You swipe your hand one, two, three times across his ass cheek before he can utter a thing. And by the grace of all that his Holy, you’re able to school your face enough to seem as serious as any human possibly can who’s been creaming her panties for an entire flight.

“You had some of my hair stuck to your pants,” you blurt out, hopefully in an unaroused tone since you can’t hear a goddamn thing with the sudden blood whooshing in your ears.

It’s getting too much, this voyeuristic obsession of ogling your best friends ass. Except... he’s not just your best friend anymore, he’s the only man that you want in your life, and you’re too damn chicken shit to admit it beyond your array of dirty dirty forbidden thoughts.

And that turns you on, unfortunately.

You wait for him to say something. Anything at all to break the tension, but no innuendo comes out of his slack-jawed mouth. Only the truth.

“Well at least one of us got to touch today,” he murmurs with a pinkening face, eyes still drilling into yours.

“You’re forgetting about your groping of flight attendants, Mulder,” you quip with a smile in order to deflect the attention off of your own indiscretion.

Oh no! You’re being pulled, pulled into his vortex of green and gold AGAIN, and you fear you might never come back this time. “Ouch!” A bag belonging to the teenager behind you whacks you in the head, yanking you out of Mulder’s swirling gaze.

You don’t even give a shit about how bad your head is now throbbing. You’re thankful for the blow to the head that knocked your sense back in. But if you could do what you really wanted, you’d laugh hysterically at how insanely close you are to sprinting right out of the best friend zone you and Mulder are encompassed in, and happily violate your number one rule.

Mulder’s mood from the beginning of the flight has changed drastically right along with your own. He’s no longer frustrated; you are. Both emotionally and physically, and you just can’t take it anymore.

The airplane exit doors open as soon as Mulder steps up to the overhead compartment. You see your opportunity to run from the area that’s been mercilessly taunting you with your every desire.

You stand, and you move with purpose.

“I’ll meet you by the gate,” you toss back over your shoulder as you hightail it down the aisle, fleeing yet again.

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[lovemesomesurveys]

survey by a7xbabii

Do you use e-mail often? I don’t send any, but I check my mail daily (sometimes a few times a day) to keep my mailbox clean.

Do you hear any animals right now? No.

Are you in a well-lit room? I am.

Is your trashcan full? Nope, it was taken out earlier.

What was the last crunchy thing you consumed? The Wingstop I had yesterday.

Did you view anything disturbing today? No, thankfully.

Are there any holiday decorations in your house? My room is decked out for Christmas. 

When was the last time you had a terrible headache? Earlier, actually.

Have you recently put lotion on your hands? No. 

Are you hungry? I am. I’m going to make my nightly bowl of ramen soon.

Is it rainy where you're at right now? Not tonight, but it was last night. I loved it.

Do you carry a purse? If so, describe what it looks like. I carry a mini backpack. I have a few I switch between. The last one I used was my gray mini Adidas one.

Is your cell phone on vibrate? Nope.

Is your dishwasher full? I think it is.

When is the last time you saw someone you like/love. I mean, I love my family and I see them all the time. If you mean in the romantic sense, there is no such person currently.

Do you like to wear gloves? Not really. It’s hard to wheel with them on unless I have the ones with the dots on the palm. I rarely ever wear gloves, though.

Is there a body of water near where you live? Yes.

What are your thoughts on Avenged Sevenfold? Bat Country was my jam when it came out. 

Are you wearing anything pink right now? Nope.

Do you like to swim in the ocean? No. The idea of getting in the ocean terrifies me. I like being near it, though, and watching/listening to the waves crash in and out and feel the cool ocean breeze.

What is the creepiest bug you've ever saw? Ugh, ALL OF THEM.

Do you currently have split ends? I do. :/ And I have a horrible habit of messing with them out of boredom or when I’m anxious. I need to get my hair cut and colored, but ya know. It’s been difficult doing anything this year. The salons have opened and closed so many times and I honestly just don’t feel comfortable going anywhere right now. I legit only leave the house once a month for my doctor appointment. :/

When is the last time you used the bathroom? A couple hours ago if you must know.

Do you chew on your lip? Yes. I have a bad lip biting/picking habit as well.

Are you afraid of needles? Very.

What is the last thing you lost? My mind? When is the last time you saw a bald person? I don’t recall.

What car were you last in? My brother’s. 

Do you like Batman? Yeah. Have you ever played tennis? Not seriously. I messed around for like a couple minutes and then gave up.

Can you see a star shape in the room you are in? I can. There’s a star topper on my mini Christmas tree.

What are you sitting on? My bed.

What is the last warm thing you touched? My coffee mug earlier.

Do you use hand sanitizer? Yes. This year more than ever.

Where do you want to go in life? Good question.

Are you sweating? No.

When is the last time you had to scratch an itch? Recently. But of course since you said that now I had to scratch my nose.

Are you in any kind of club or group that is trying to save animals? No.

Who is the last blonde you saw? I don’t recall. I don’t see a lot of people anymore and no one in my immediate family is blonde.

Where were you two hours after you got up, and what were you doing there? I was still in bed, either reading or scrolling through my social medias. It takes me hours now to drag myself out of bed. Do you wish for world peace? Of course that would be the dream.

Have you ever played fetch with a dog? Yeah, countless times.

What is the nearest object that is wood? The TV tray near my bed that I’ve been using as a bedside table.

Do you use Netflix? Yep.

Does your house have a fireplace? It does.

Do you wake yourself up in the morning, or does someone else? It’s generally myself or my alarm, but sometimes my mom or brother will to tell me something important as they’re leaving for work or something or because they’ve brought me food and/or coffee. That last one is the only time I like being woken up. You better have coffee for me, ha.

What kind of hoodie did you last wear? I think it was just a black one. I’ve been wearing sweatshirts most often, so I don’t remember.

Do you play games on your computer? I have the Sims 4 on my laptop.

What is the last video game that you played? Animal Crossing: New Horizons on the Switch earlier.

Have you ever pet a stingray? Nope. I’m good with never doing that.

If you were on vacation, would you ever go to Ireland? Sure.

Are you logged into Myspace right now? Uh, no. I haven’t logged onto Myspace in over a decade.

Did you have anything bad happen to you today? I was just in another shitty mood and that’s been happening like everyday lately and more intense.

Have you ever been to New York? No. I’d like to go someday.

Do you use the term "lol" if you don't have anything to say? Sometimes. It would have to fit of course in the conversation. I wouldn’t respond “lol” if the person was like, “Ugh, I feel like shit today.”

Should you be sleeping right now instead of taking this survey? Nah, it’s only 11:30PM.

Can you truly say you hate anyone? No.

Have you ever disected a baby pig in a class at school? I didn’t, no. We did do dissections in middle school science, but I just couldn’t do it. My partners did it and I somehow got away with it. Ugh, it was absolutely awful. The act itself and the fact the classroom smelled horrendous afterwards for days.

What brand of dish liquid do you use? Dawn.

When is the last time you ate a Hershey Kiss? It’s been years.

Do you ever feel unappreciated? I don’t feel deserving of being appreciated, so no.

Do you currently have any blemishes on your face? Not at the moment.

Who is the last baby you held? One of my cousins years ago.

Do you use smileys often in text convos? Not really. I don’t go crazy with the emojis.

Do you have the Google toolbar on your computer? Yeah.

Do you like Sunkist? Sure. It’s been years since I’ve drank it, though. Strawberry was my favorite.

Would you ever consider being a cannibal? Uh, absolutely not.

Did you forget something important in the past week? I don’t think so. Unless I forgot and still haven’t remembered.

Do you like learning new things? Yeah.

What color is your toothpaste? White.

Are the floors in your house creaky? No.

Do you fear death? Yes.

Is your mouth dry? Yes. It often is.

Do you have any scars from an animal? No.

Did you have fun with this survey? It was fine.

Was it random enough? Sure.