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deathsbestgirl · 9 days ago
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not really a character, but the dynamic between Scully and the MUFON ladies has always been of interest to me (sorry if this sent twice, my computer glitched and I can't tell)
i think something i love about scully is her fear & courage. the first time she meets the mufon women, she's blindsided. it's shortly after melissa was murdered, right after she learned about the chip in her neck. she has not remotely faced her abduction. possibly suppressing her own memories and couldn't handle doing the regression melissa urged her to do.
nisei + memento mori under the cut
at the beginning of nisei, scully's teasing mulder about aliens & autopsies. "that's not your usual brand of entertainment" with a little grin on her face. it goes from funny to spooky very quickly.
scully thinks it's a hoax, obviously. but then there's a japanese diplomat and skinner tells them to back off & head back to d.c. but as always, mulder plays one of his little tricks and held onto evidence, and they decidedly do not go back to d.c. instead, they split up and scully goes to betsy hagopian's house and meets penny northern & the other mufon women.
lottie holloway immediately recognizes her and scully simply tells her she's mistaken, and then penny northern comes out, agreeing with lottie. penny calls another woman to get the others to come over. scully tells them about the murder of steve zinnzser.
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one of the things i love about this is that they've clearly talked about scully. because something new happened with her (as we'll learn from penny in memento mori) and they didn't see her again. i think not seeing her again was significant, as most of them have been taken multiple times, some from childhood through adulthood.
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they're steadfast in knowing scully even though she insists she doesn't know them. they only give her a few details, unsurprised that scully doesn't remember. they talk about remembering, but it didn't make sense. mentioning the bright white room and then the men. scully has flashes of being there and of one of the tests done on her.
i think something they do wrong, not in a bad way just in the way that they don't know scully, is trying to connect with her through the fear they know she's feeling, that's understandable. but scully is here as an investigator, as a special agent of the fbi, not as a fellow abductee — something she doesn't believe in, and something she puts a lot of energy into compartmentalizing so she can continue doing her job (see irresistible). fear is still connected to vulnerability & weakness for her, and she's not about to openly express weakness with these women.
this is a trait, i think, inspired and reinforced by her mother & father. it's interesting because i think it's clearly implied how affectionate ahab always was with scully, and that she "lost" his favor when she joined the fbi. something that i don't think is really true, but just a failure of parents & children understanding each other. because scully is stubborn & passionate and she does what she believes is right. it may not be the path her parents wanted her to take, never wanting one of their daughters to take on an honorable but dangerous job. they wanted her to become a doctor, something typically more masculine but respectable, and something she would be good at (technically speaking). but i digress...
they talk about fear and scully takes a moment to look around the room, to look at all of these women. i think the scope of what happened to her going beyond just her is a different level of fear. scully went into the fbi believing in her country & government. she was aware of the evils in the world and she wanted to be part of protecting people from it. and here she is, in a room with a huge group of women, who have been failed, repeatedly. it's a new level of awareness to have these women in front of her and she's absorbing it.
it's hard to tell what scully thinks happened to her in that time. she doesn't think it was aliens, but i don't think she does have any idea what. she was kidnapped by an institutionalized former fbi agent. she is aware there's some kind of government conspiracy — there's no denying that with everything she's seen.
i kind of think this goes back to donnie pfaster, her particular horror at what he did. scavenging from & desecrating the dead, murdering in order to do so. something as a pathologist, scientist, fbi agent she cannot personally fathom. (i've talked about this before.) but this is bigger. this is possibly her government & the governments of other countries doing this to their own people. also completely unthinkable to her. it's against everything she stands for as a doctor, scientist and fbi agent.
and this is kind of an interesting thing with scully. she's a scientist and investigator, gathering evidence & putting the pieces together is what she does. but, this whole encounter is a piece of the puzzle she files away. until the next case when they need it, until her own cancer.
i admire scully because she so politely & clearly puts up boundaries, well tries to lol and i love the mufon women because they're understanding. they're persistent, but they're gentle. they aren't forceful. they've all been through this, they know what it's like, how scary & unsettling it is. but i don't think they understand scully's unique position compared to these women (as far as we know).
she doesn't want to face the things they have in common, kind of loses it when they present the hard evidence to her: all of them having having the scars on the back of their necks and the implant each & every one of them removed, like scully did earlier that year. again, she has to have some inkling this wasn't a typical abduction the world is more familiar with.
but continuing on with her purpose, they go to see betsy hagopian. where scully learns about the cancer and what's happening to all of these women. another layer to add to her fear, her denial & avoidance.
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i think sometimes people forget how fragile scully is because she's saving mulder, ordering men around, and usually saves herself if she ever needs saving. at the least, she fights fiercely, barely wavering at what she has to do. she'll take another government agent hostage, face her friend kidnapping her with her chin lifted. she enters any ER and acts likes it's her own. she'll shoot her partner and she'll definitely shoot anyone else.
but this is so deeply personal and terrifying. and these women are trying so hard to help her. she can't accept it, but she doesn't forget it. these women are kind. she does know what they're talking about, but she doesn't have the memories they do. correct me if i'm wrong, but it's after this that she starts to recognize men they come across. she can't place them initially, but eventually she does — and she doesn't doubt it once she voices it. (i really don't know if this is a detail i'm remembering correctly lol but i think it's that episode where something's happening to the kids, there's a pedophile?? but they were being experimented on and she recognizes a man they pass while driving)
nisei is a really good precursor to memento mori. it's why mulder & scully know where to start with investigating her cancer. it's why she goes to mulder first, it's why she's able to tell skinner herself when they've already made a plan. she can approach it as investigator, not simply a sick woman or victim.
i think this is something pretty misunderstood about scully. work is her comfort zone. it gives her something to put her back up against, and she has mulder there with her. even after their recent difficulties, he's her touchstone. even if they don't say that until season seven lol
i've written about penny northern before (paragraph in this post, the rest i must have tweeted and i can't find it). scully so quickly bonds with her, even after trying to avoid speaking to her. but penny plays such an important role in scully's journey. not just with cancer, but in fighting the conspiracy. scully may not have always cared about capital H humanity on such a big scale, but she did care. she believed in what she could do as an fbi agent, and mulder really helped her find purpose. at this point, the x files are personal to her and penny northern becomes one of her personal crusades — along with the other mufon women (as cassandra does later).
the one tweet i did find was this:
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penny is the one who helped scully decide to live & fight. penny & mulder give her hope that maybe there's a way. if there is one, they'll find it. but scully keeps that quiet, because she can't give mulder false hope either.
the mufon women made scully less alone. she couldn't accept that community (scully never really embraces community, she only trusts mulder). this part is actually very hard for me to put into words because she didn't really accept them in any way until memento mori, until it was only her & penny. penny was dying, so close to death, and scully (dana) just loved her. she accepted her care & guidance, confided in her. she still couldn't grasp the memories, face them (that still comes later, with emily & cassandra). scully tried to carry on for penny, and for her own reasons like she tells mulder. i think this is when scully really took personal ownership of the x files, a big step after never again (and another in patient x/the red and the black and two fathers/one son). scully begged mulder not to make her his next personal quest when she dies, but i do think she made penny & the others part of her own. something about the connection she feels to death. in a way similar to mulder conceptualizing love in loss.
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All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Nisei (3x09)
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For years Penny tried to ignore the flashes. It seemed like out of nowhere, she’d be blinded by a bright, white light she couldn’t blink away. Sometimes during intimacy with her husband, his loving face would be momentarily replaced by a familiar stranger looming over her, causing her to cry and pull away. Other times, all she could hear was the whirring sound of a drill.
These flashes would only last a moment, and for years she told herself it was probably just a side effect of the stress her unexplained disappearances caused. A drug habit, fugue state, an affair, everyone had their theories about where she was when she went missing. All Penny knew was that, cumulatively, there were nine months of her life that she didn’t get to live.
But then something happened, and she couldn’t ignore the flashes anymore. Penny had been to the gynecologist plenty of times in her life, but this time she was filled with a sense of impending dread. It was a perfect storm of triggers, being so exposed, her legs spread in the stirrups, the smell of anesthetic, the sharp snap of plastic gloves, the cold metal-
They were strapping her down to the table, injecting her with something that made her vision blur. Her stomach felt like it was going to burst. She could feel the metal rod impaling her.
The next thing she knew, she was in the corner of the room screaming while her OBGYN looked on in horror.
After that, she recognized the flashes for what they were: memories.
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After joining the MUFON group, Penny learned there were some memories all the women in the group shared — the light, the men, the pain. 
But, usually, everyone remembered something that was unique to their experience. Lottie remembered one of her doctors sardonically humming America the Beautiful as he arranged the drill bit. Betsy remembered hearing an Asian language being spoken above her. Quite a few women fervently remembered someone smoking a cigarette.
For Penny, she remembered comforting a young woman with auburn hair. But, just like all the memories, it came back in vague bits, vignettes that were difficult to discern. 
Someone screaming, “Stop! Get away from me!”
The distant sounds of beeping getting faster.
A sense of empathetic dread.
A trembling, red-headed woman who reminded Penny of her sister.
The warmth of holding someone in her arms.
Bright blue eyes filled with tears.
Today, she finally got to put a name with a face.
Dana Scully.
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There was something surreal about knowing the ins and outs of a stranger’s body language.
Dana’s tendency to blink back emotions, the anxious swipe of her tongue across her lips, her need to shield her vulnerability by hiding her face in her hands — Penny knew it all. She had been at Dana’s side during some of the darkest times of their lives, yet she had to resist the urge to pull her into her arms like she’d done a thousand times before. The younger woman didn’t remember her.
Even though Penny found comfort in knowing these other women knew what she’d gone through, she understood why it could make someone uncomfortable. The intimate violations they’d all endured were dehumanizing, cruel, and seemingly senseless. Dana seemed to be a private person, having a room full of people she didn’t recognize talk about her trauma so openly seemed to be too much.
She said she wasn’t ready to discuss her experience, and Penny respected that. Trying to figure out what words felt accurate to the violation was a personal experience for everyone. 
Penny wishes she could take away her pain. The first time is always the worst, and this woman thinks they’re going to kill her. She doesn’t realize they aren’t that merciful. She isn’t sure why they keep allowing her to approach the young woman, let alone hold her for so long, but she isn’t going to question it. Physical touch that didn’t come with pain was rare here.
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There were women just like them all over the globe, women who came together after their abduction experiences to offer support to each other. The people in their day-to-day lives might not have been willing to listen to them, but according to Betsy, some of the women from the European chapters of MUFON said they had caught the attention of people who hadn’t been abducted. There was even a woman who was interested in their stories, who cared enough to document their experiences and accompany the women to their doctor’s appointments.
Getting other people to listen was the first step to being taken seriously, to finding out who was behind this.
There weren’t many of them in Allentown, but they had each other. It was the strength of these women that got her through those experiences, and it was the strength of these women that would help her embark on this dark path they were all destined to walk.
Penny’s hand covers the back of Dana’s neck where an adhesive bandage covers the mark that will tie them together forever.
Dana doesn’t say much anymore, but when she does, it’s usually the same reassurance to herself.
“He’ll find me.”
“My partner, he-uh,” Dana stammered, turning away from the window when Betsy struggled to climb down from the MRI machine, clearly exhausted from the new rounds of tests she was forced to undergo. “He’s waiting for me.”
“I know this is hard, Dana,” Penny whispered, clasping the woman’s hands in her own for the first time in over a year. “But I hope you know you’re not alone.”
Dana offered a small smile and squeezed Penny’s hand before stepping out of the room.
“Do you think we’ll be seeing her again?” Lottie asked from beside her.
“We’re going to get out of here,” the red-headed woman whispers against Penny’s temple, wiping away tears Penny didn’t realize had fallen. “You can’t give up hope.”
With a smile, Penny nodded. “Yes."
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death-of-cats · 2 months ago
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if i had a nickel every time an adult man in ASOIAF who is Going Thru It™ meets a younger woman or girl with a belief in stories which stands in for the human capacity for goodness and through knowing her is forced to confront his own cynicism and its limits then i'd have at least four nickels. which is a lot if you think about it.
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speedbird1987 · 2 months ago
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So far so good. I added some details to all characters with their Uniforms prior to their appearance in the series. The latest one that I did was earlier prior to my summer holiday break. I also fixed up the Fire Axe, Flashlight (Torch), and Fire Hose. In case anyone forgot, The list of each character with their Respective Uniform is here.
Station Officer Norris Steele: Pontypandy Fire Service (1987-1994)
Firefighter Elvis Cridlington: Pontypandy Fire Service (2003-2007)
Fireman Sam: Pontypandy Fire Service (2008-2015)
Firefighter Penny Morris: Pontypandy Fire Service (2015-2022)
Pilot Officer Tom Thomas: Royal Australian Air Force (Flight Suit)
Petty Officer 1st Class Ben Hooper: United States Coast Guard (Rescue Swimmer Dry Suit)
Firefighter Arnold McKinley: Northern Ireland Fire and Rescue Service (Ballyclare EN469 Turnout)
Firefighter Ellie Phillips: London Fire Brigade (Ergotech Action) (2010-2018)
Police Constable Malcolm Williams: Metropolitan Police (Motorbike Patrol)
Sergeant Rose Ravani: South Wales Police/Heddlu de Cymru (Mounted Police Unit)
Pilot Krystyna Kaminski: Pontypandy Fire Service (Air Rescue/Air Support) (2022-present)
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quinnfrankephotography · 3 months ago
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Nice walk this morning. Very dark and grey but cool and nice and the park was relatively empty.
It's only been a few days, but I want my old camera back do much.
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meirimerens · 10 months ago
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been silently gushing about your patho art on twitter but dear lord it's amazing. and THEN i come on your tumblr and see you're doing THEORIES AND EXPLANATIONS!!!!!! oh boi. it's over for me
"theories and explanations" LET'S NOT GET TOO CARRIED AWAY MOSTLY I #BLOG... i am the one who Blogs... mostly i talk my bullshit for real... mostly i read the lines over and over and start feeling the possession take over me 😏 THANK YOU FOR BEING HERE... THANK YOU FOR HANGING OUT... thank you for liking my Output... more to come. as i say everytime and then do not post art for 3 weeks. 🫶♥
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origami-butterfly · 6 months ago
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Gcse students (or anyone who's experienced gcses) watch this
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wetlandwanderer · 1 year ago
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Photos from Shenandoah
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honeyrisuke · 3 months ago
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also if i see one more fucking post saying "in northern europe you are unlikely to be offered food" and this claim is SOLELY based on american cultural understandings i'm gonna turn that fucking wording around on yall real quick
bc i think its horribly fucking rude to already be invited to someones house, then not communicate what you want AT ALL and just EXPECT to be able to stay over for as long as you want without pissing off after what you met up to do is over and also expect to be catered to exactly how you want and like it, all without even saying a goddamn word. it gives "Karen"
#there are places in the world that operate on different social norms than you but what do i expect from a country that doesnt know#what the word 'culture' actually means#specifically in northern europe its generally more serious to 'owe' somebody something. its uncomfy#the less you know someone the more serious it is#so if you pay for a coffee for someone you just met it basically means 'i want you to pay me back'#this can be cute for a first date or sth but if its a one-time-thing paying for that coffee is like an act of guild-tripping#so giving someone food or money you just met is _rude_ in those places bc you force them into that position#its why here in spain when someone offers to pay for everyone the northern europeans will RUSH to the counter to pay for themselves#bc its fundamentally uncomfy for them to owe something even if its pennies and even if they will most likely be able to just pay next time#and the funniest part: the solution to this is literally to TALK ABOUT IT instead of just EXPECTING THINGS#you can literally go to someones house and if you stay during dinner time you can go 'hey can i join you guys for dinner#and they will most likely say yes#and then they may even ask you what you want!!!! can you imagine not expecting stuff. jesus christ#im from a place where offering food is normal but so is declining offerings and talking about it#and this is literally where the cultures who always offer lose me so fucking hard#bc i wanna be able to say 'no' without being rude. if i dont wanna eat sth dont fucking push it in front of my face again. i said no#on the other hand when someones in my house and expects sth specific. ASK ME. dont sit there and act like im rude for not baking a cake
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dufferpuffer · 10 months ago
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what the fuck is going on with Bear if I had a penny for every time someone from a snowy northern-hemisphere country wrote a story that included bear fucking I would have two pennies what is it about snow that makes people write about fucking bears I come from a desert I don't know
Which Classic Novel Should You Read Based on Your Fave Snape Pairing
Snily - Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë (1847). Let's see, a low class and abused, brooding Byronic leading man? Check. Madly in love with a woman who ends up marrying a snobbish rich man who looks down on our hero? Check. Obsessed with her even decades after her death? Check, check, and check. Oh, and let's not forget that the child the woman has with her husband shares her eyes. Hm, suspicious.
Snames - Pamela; or, Virtue Rewarded by Samuel Richardson (1740). So, as a fellow snames fan, let's be honest with ourselves: all of our fics can be boiled down to "I can change him." We want James to be despicable, inhuman, and cruel to Severus, and then we want James to realize how disgusting he is and grovel at Severus's feet, because we are all basic bitches. So basic that one of the earliest novels in the English language is basically this. Pamela originated this trope.
Snirius - Deep Water by Patricia Highsmith (1957). Snirius fans are unafraid of dark, toxic relationships and unhappy endings, and, well, here's a book for you! Deep Water is about as toxic as you can get. It's about a man who murders his wife's lovers.
Snucius - Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw (1913). Alright, alright, so this isn't a novel, this is a play, but fans of this pairing definitely seem to be into the whole sugar daddy/"I can turn this feral street child into an elegant gentleman" kind of vibe, and this is what this play is all about. Audrey Hepburn is fantastic in the film adaptation My Fair Lady (1964).
Snupin - Bear by Marian Engle (1976). You Canadians are probably like, "What the fuck? Is my OTP a joke to you?" The answer is yes, but that's beside the point. Hear me out. The main character is an archivist who is very bad at relationships and kind of shuns society in general. Like our Snape. She ends up in the Canadian wilderness on an assignment going through a dead person's belongings. Also, this dead person kept a pet bear that our heroine now has to take care of. Our heroine begins to yearn for something wild, our pet bear is a literal bear, but also incredibly pathetic and docile just like Lupin. Anyway, the two fuck. Literally, she fucks a bear. THIS BOOK WON THE GOVERNOR GENERAL'S LITERARY AWARD. THAT'S LIKE CANADA'S PULITZER I THINK. None of you werewolf-fuckers should act shocked and dismayed by this. We all know how you really think Sirius's prank should have gone (in which instead of James rescuing Snape, Moony makes sweet sweet love to him).
Sorry, guys, no Snarry or Snamione. I don't really read those pairings so I can't give an accurate recommendation. But if you've got thoughts, add to this!
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oldcurrencyexchange · 1 year ago
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Irish Coin Daily: Norwegian Imitation of an Hiberno-Norse, Phase VI (Class A, Type 1c) Penny
Date: c. 1102-1103 A Norwegian imitation of an Hiberno-Norse Penny (Phase VI) struck for Norway’s King Magnus III Barefoot (1093-1103) c.1095-1110 This is where it gets really complicated for students of Hiberno-Scandinavian coinage Is this penny a Norwegian (or Danish) copy of an Irish-made coin, or; Is it a Norwegian (or Danish) copy of an English-made coin? If it is the former, where was the…
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deathsbestgirl · 1 year ago
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is there a fandom word that's about shipping people as friends, no romantic/sexual context.
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All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Season Three Master Post
We’ve come to the conclusion of a momentous season! From some of the most iconic episodes to some of the most beloved characters, season three was full of intense chapters!
Check out this thread to see all the characters we got to meet!
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3x01 | The Blessing Way - The Well-Manicured Man (@fridaysat9
They were all living on the precipice of the end of the human race, but they were only concerned with jobs, school assignments, and playdates.
Life, as it should be.
3x02 | Paper Clip - Victor Klemper (@monikafilefan)
The offspring of a rebel syndicate member unearthing truths Victor has spent decades trying to bury beneath buttercups and begonias has marked him for certain death.
3x03 | D.P.O. - Darin Peter Oswald (@gaycrouton)
His friend was scared of him, and it made Darin feel powerful.
3x04 | Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose - Clyde Bruckman (@fridaysat9)
A funny thing happens when you see your own death. At first you try to make sense of it– what could it mean, why the tears, why her? Then you try to change it.
3x05 | The List - Dr. Juan Ullrich (@monikafilefan)
Juan fidgets with an evidence bag, trying not to blatantly stare at the agents holding an entire conversation with their eyes while systematically categorizing every sway of their bodies, every touch of her hands.
3x06 | 2Shy - Lauren MacKalvey (@gaycrouton)
2SHY > You have no idea how beautiful I think you are. I must confess… I feel inextricably drawn to you. I can’t stop thinking about what you said the other day… You don’t deserve to feel lonely, Lauren.
3x07 | The Walk - Leonard 'Rappo' Trimble (@admiralty-xfd)
Every night, he walks again. And every morning he wakes in the same bed with the same phantom pain. Every day he wishes he’d just died; that explosion that didn’t quite kill him cost him his life, anyway.
3x08 | Oubliette - Lucy Householder (@monikafilefan)
She has to go. It’s all so clear now. She has to go back. Through the woods, through the house — into the dark. Maybe she was never meant to leave it at all.
3x09 | Nisei - Penny Northern (@gaycrouton)
It was the strength of these women that got her through those experiences, and it was the strength of these women that would help her embark on this dark path they were all destined to walk.
3x10 | 731 - First Elder (The Well-Fed Man) (@admiralty-xfd)
The one thing that can be manipulated more effectively than any other is her fear of the unknown… of what happened to her last year.
3x11 | Revelations - Owen Lee Jarvis (@fridaysat9)
He gave of himself, abandoning what little life he’d had, to honor God’s words and do as he had been called.
3x12 | War of the Coprohages - Dr. Bambi Berenbaum (@gaycrouton)
Bambi felt a flush spread across her chest as his hypothesis brought a smile to her face. Hearing that he hadn’t been merely indulging her earlier was a refreshing change of pace.
3x13 | Syzygy - Detective Angela White (@admiralty-xfd)
Detective White stops as Agent Scully finally glances over at her, somewhat defensively. And then she gets it. Everything about the way she’s been treated since the agents arrived makes perfect sense.
3x14 | Grotesque - Agent Bill Patterson (@fridaysat9)
Patterson figured that Mulder might have a theory about a potential copycat killer, but no; he’d been researching gargoyles and goblins. Monsters recorded in dusty old tomes pulled from the library shelves.
3x15 | Piper Maru - Kimberly (@monikafilefan)
Kimberly Cook is good at her secretarial job. So when the man she’s been working closely with for two years is troubled, she refuses to let him file the feeling away like some confidential case in his cabinet.
3x16 | Apocrypha - Luis Cardinal (@admiralty-xfd)
The Scully woman is not simply angry, she’s unhinged. And there’s a small part of him that understands; it’s the part of him that, prior to working for the Smoker, had never been asked to shoot an innocent woman before.
3x17 | Pusher - Agent Frank Burst (@fridaysat9)
Frank doesn’t care if he has to tell him his mother’s maiden name and his favorite breakfast cereal if it means getting his location.
3x18 | Teso Dos Bichos - Officer (@monikafilefan)
He doesn’t get paid enough for this shit.
3x19 | Hell Money - Hsin Shuyang (@gaycrouton)
The gods might not be listening, but the devil was waiting for him down the street, ready to play a game with all the men whose American dreams had turned into nightmares.
3x20 | Jose Chung's From Outer Space - Detective Manners (@fridaysat9)
That's a bleepin' dead alien body, if I ever bleepin' saw one.
3x21 | Avatar - Carina Sayles (@monikafilefan)
She can tell he doesn’t do this. Doesn’t drink alone in a bar, letting a stranger slowly seduce him.
3x22 | Quagmire - Queequeg (@gaycrouton)
Queequeg was loved.
3x23 | Wetwired - 'Doctor' Stroman (@admiralty-xfd)
Another town, another test, another shitty motel room… but always the same boss.
3x24 | Talitha Cumi - Teena Mulder (@monikafilefan)
If only Bill had known back then that the untrustworthy person he was referring to would sleep with his wife and father his son.
Stay tuned for more perspectives coming in Season Four!
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rqnarok · 1 month ago
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ANIMALS | old man!logan x fem!reader
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summary: old man!logan catches you trying to finger yourself on his bed...
cws/tags: smut, mdni! literally porn w/o plot. old man!logan. fem!reader. daddy kink. exhibitionsm kink. unspecified age gap. petnames (kid, darlin’, baby, etc). logan calls himself ‘old man’. oral (f receiving). not proofread. wc: 2k
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Logan can’t stand you. 
Ever since you enrolled as Charles’ caregiver, you’ve been a little bug crawling on his skin–itching him in bits.
Logan fucking hates how your generation seems to put so much trust in life like it isn’t all absurdity. He despises how you always seem to be bubbly all the time; breathlessly giggling at the unfunniest shit he had ever watched in his life. He loathes your eagerness to make him smile or laugh - he detests you and your youth. 
Or so that’s what he’s been telling himself.
Logan puts all these decoys to bury what he truly feels under the soil–like he always does throughout his life. Tries to hide how his stomach flutters when you tend his wounds, or simply when you get close to him. It suffocates him, you. 
You who cooks the very luscious foods for him and Charles every living day–you who take care of Logan as he has his occurring nightmares–you, who is the life he needed all along. 
You who had him ashamed of himself when he thought of thoughts of you. Visions of your beautiful figure flustering under Logan. He bet you were soft under those clothes, every inch of you. Bet you smelled better if he got nearer. 
So there you have it, false pretense. 
Deep down, he knows he’s doing everything for the sake of you. Including this week, when he has to stay in Texas for a few days just to earn extra pennies–again, for you. That’s why he got your picture patched in the car rear-view mirror, after all. 
Today, because of several reasons he had not expected, Logan went home a day earlier than what he told you. 
When he got home, by home he meant an abandoned smelting plant in Northern Mexico - he thought you were already tucked in your sheets, deep in a slumber. 
Oh, he was wrong because when he gets in front of his own bedroom door, it was slightly open with the sound of sighing now and then. He vaguely creaks the door open to paint a bigger picture of what’s inside as he hears another sigh, no, a moan.
Logan swears his breath got stuck in his throat when he catches the sight of you. Your eyelids shut tightly as your body jerked under the covers, another noise escaping your faintly gaping lips. He also notes the slow bumps and bulges in the sheets, moving in a repeated pattern of up and down–your head thrown back almost hitting the headboard. 
Are you touching yourself in his fuckin’ bed? His nostrils fumed. 
He called your name.
No reaction. 
“Kid.”
Logan enters the dim room and gives the bed a light shake. 
His act makes you yelp and jolt in surprise; sitting as much as you could in the unorganized space - your hair configured messily - cheeks flushed red. Your bottom lip was red and swollen as if you had bitten something fierce. 
With doe-eyes, you devour the sight of the man before you: Logan in his old white tank top, his belt loosened, his graying beard complemented his face so perfectly, and lastly, his deceitful expression. 
“What ‘re you doin’, huh?”
Gulping down your own spit, you shrank in on yourself, “L-Logan! I-I’m sorry! I cannot sleep… it’s just - your sheets. The- They smelled so nice. Smelled like you.” You find yourself spiraling in this humiliating situation, “You’re h-home.”
Logan’s eyes glance down into your nightgown, then to the bulge in the covers. Your hands, he supposed. 
Fuck it, he thought. Logan is already sure he’s going to hell after all. Why not grab a sweet treat to pile it onto his stack of sins?
“Show me what you were doin’.” His voice is deep as he gives the order, making you shiver in arousal. 
Still, with utter shyness, you kick the covers to reveal your body. You showed the full piece of your sheer nightgown - your white cotton panties shoved down to your thighs - your hands placed on top of your pussy, which was wet and leaking onto his sheets. 
Logan stared at you for a moment then lurked forward. Oh, you could see he was starting to bulge up too. 
“Keep goin’.” 
The high-pitched noise that left you was embarrassing but it did not stop you from doing what you’re told. How can you? When the man you had been crushing on, your employer, is looking down at you as if you’re his last meal. 
You pull your legs up as much as you can, before inserting your finger back into your wet hole, letting your eyes linger on Logan’s face. With his aging lines, he looks more angry and grumpy, brows furrowed and nose wrinkled. Beyond that, he’s focused on where your hand moved. It was so hot—you had never experienced something like this and it felt amazing—but it was not enough. 
“A-ah, please. Help– I need–” You let out a plea as you try to run your thumb over your puffy clit. You moan; pleasure rushed through you like a strike of electricity, gasping and keening.
Logan’s head falls forward, as if surrendering. Really, fuck it. He can’t hold back anymore. 
After a moment, he gets on the bed–making it let out a noise as he gets closer and closer, “Wha’s that, baby? Ya’ need more?” Logan grabs you by the hips and drags you closer to him, “Need Daddy’s fingers, ‘s that it?”’ 
“Y-yeah! Need you, so so bad.” The tips of his fingers rubbing your inner thighs and the ghosting feel of his hot breath make you lose any of your critical thinking. Burning your cheeks even warmer than they already were. 
Logan gets harder as he wonders how many times you have been doing this before. Trying to finger yourself on his bed while he was away—while he was earning money for you.   
A ‘mhm’ is all he grumbled out before his mouth was on your pussy, lapping at your labia and you cry out for the hundredth time.
“Ah!” There you finally understand why everyone was all in a rage about getting eaten out. This is everything, indeed. 
”Dirty fuckin’ girl. Touching herself in an old man’s bed.” Hearing him, you look down to grab a handful of Logan’s turning gray hair and hike up your nightgown even more as Logan’s tongue pushes inside you. Literally, devouring you. 
“L-Logan- ’M gon’ cum! ‘M cumming!”
The older man hums in response, squeezing your plump thighs—feeling like a goddamn animal. Your back arches on the mattress while one of his hands creeps up to fondle your breast, and you explode. 
He could feel your cum drizzling out and even got some of it on his scruffy beard. The world is still spinning around you but he does not give you a chance to rest. Logan shoves your legs higher and places kisses on your sensitive button. “Logan…”
“Not my name, sweet’art.” You cry out when you feel one of his fingers pushing into your hole - how it barely fuckin’ fits makes your body tremble with all the pleasure coursing through your veins.
He chuckles in glory as he glances up at your teary-eyed expression, still pushing his finger into reaching deeper, “Yeah- Your fingers too small?” Logan reads you so easily, “Need Daddy’s fingers to the job, huh?” He murmured, teasing his tongue around where his finger stretched you. 
When he bobs his head up, you can see how his beard is glistening with your slick under the moonlight, “Y’sure you want this, kid?”
“Y-yeah!” You said embarrassingly quickly. But oh, little do you know, this is the best thing in Logan’s life. 
Logan is breathing hard as he gets out of his clothes, nodding and grinning at you, “Been wantin’ do to this f’r a while.” 
You gasp when he climbs after you, spreading himself out above you, “Y-you do?” 
Legs wrapping around him, the both of you slid together against each other and Logan finally kissed you.
His tongue wrestled around your mouth, nipping and licking—ravaging you so sweetly, “Y’ve no idea.” You could feel his fingers probing at your heat. They pressed inside gently, only the tips of it, teasing you. Making you moan into his lips. 
“D-Daddy- Gimme more, please—” He was about to continue teasing you but hearing you say that word so meekly, gives him a whiplash. 
He groans out strings of curse words before easily manhandling you into a position, “F-Fuck. Daddy’s gon’ give it t’ya.” Logan rolls you into facing the wall—himself behind you. 
“Ya’ like this, darlin’?” You could feel his hips circling, his large cock sliding down between your thighs. He continues nipping at your ear as he rains you with praises, “C’mon. Use your big girl words, baby. Let Daddy hear ya’.”
You can’t even breathe right and end up whimpering in response, “Yeayeayeah… Like it a lot!”
Logan hummed, pleased at your reply—his girl being so fuckin’ obedient, “Aight’ breath for me now. Jus’ let Daddy slip right in? Ya’ want that? Wan’ to make your old man happy?”
Your head bobs erratically as your smaller fingers wrap around his; Logan’s gone, he pushes inside of you with a throaty groan. The head slipped inside easily. You can’t believe how good it feels when he stretches you. As he keeps pushing, his large hands palm your chest and pinch hard your peaking nipples. 
“T-Tha’s it, sweet girl. Take Daddy’s cock.” And you’re gone too, your eyes rolled back while Logan ruts into you in short, sharp motions, easing your figure with kisses to your neck and shoulders.
Tears fall down your cheeks in utter bliss, “Feel s’good, Daddy.” Your whole body is slick with sweat, baby hairs sticking on your forehead, and Logan’s chest is glued to your back. 
He fills you up into the brim and it is almost like you’re overflowing with pleasure. He moves you again so that you feel more comfortable, “Gon’ go little faster, that okay, kid?”
You sob into his pillows and nod, “Yeah… Daddy, please, yeah—”
He pulls out far enough that even the head barely remains inside. Then he drives in deep again. Hard and fast, pounds into you, making your skin slap as your bodies meet. He sets a mean, cruel pace. He slips out so, so slowly, only to thrust in as hard and as fast as the very first time. 
“Ah, fuck, baby, feel so fuckin’ good, so tight on Daddy’s cock,” You blush at how Logan grunts, voice hitching at every thrust. 
Logan presses himself up against you, his chest feeling so impossibly wide and thick on your back. His arms wrapped around your body; one hand toys with your nipples, and the other gives your clit rough, hard jerks, ripping even more pleasure out of you.
“Daddy, Daddy, ah—” you plea while turning your head to watch him with hald-lidded eyes.
“Keep sayin’ it, baby, keep sayin’ that,” Logan growls between kisses and latches into you. “Say it. Tell Daddy who’s fuckin’ this pussy open.”
“Daddy!” You whine louder for him. “Daddy, Da- ah!”
Just as you could feel the orgasm being punched out of you for the second time, Logan growls again, snapping his hips for a few last hard thrusts.
You feel how Logan fills you up as deep as he could, his warm cum stuffing you—cock pulsing as the both of you came, hard. 
Logan falls onto you suddenly, putting all his bulky figure on top of you, the man’s whole body going lax in the after-orgasm bliss. 
The older man huffs over and over; you smile at the sight, you don’t mind at all. His weight feels safe and comforting, protecting you from everything else.
Still, you are relieved when he rolls himself off you. More relieved when his lips finds yours in instant, sensually kissing you—making you know how much you mean to him. 
Though, you are not relieved when he comes to the shameful confrontation. 
“Y’do this often? Touching y’rself on my bed, kid?” 
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speedbird1987 · 1 month ago
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The final updated version of the rescue team with their uniforms when they were in Pontypandy or before they arrived in Pontypandy from an Emergency Service, the Coast Guard, or the Military. It includes how long they were wearing this particular uniform, including how long they've been with their last Emergency Service or Military service (For some of them). The list is Below.
1. Station Officer Steele - Pontypandy Fire Service Woolen Tunic and Iconic yellow Leggings (1987-1994)
2. Elvis Cridlington - Pontypandy Fire Service Woolen Tunic and Iconic yellow Leggings (2003-2007)
3. Police Constable Malcolm Williams - Metropolitan Police Motorbike Officer Uniform (2013-2018)
4. Firefighter Ellie Phillips - London Fire Brigade (2007-2015), Ergotech Action (2010-2018)
5. Pilot Krystyna Kaminski - Pontypandy Fire Service (Air Support) Flight Suit (2022-Present)
6. Sergeant Rose Ravani - South Wales Police/Heddlu de Cymru Mounted Police Unit (2011-2018)
7. Firefighter Penny Morris - Pontypandy Fire Service Updated Tunic and Iconic Yellow Leggings (2015-2022)
8. Petty Officer First Class Ben Hooper - United States Coast Guard Rescue Swimmer (2003-2012)
9. Fireman Sam - Pontypandy Fire Service Updated Woolen Tunic and Iconic Yellow Leggings (2008-2015)
10. Pilot Officer Tom Thomas - Royal Australian Air Force Olive drab Nomex flying suit (1995-2002)
11. Firefighter Arnold McKinley - Northern Ireland Fire and Rescue Service Ballyclare EN469 Turnout Gear (2009-2015)
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aboodalashi · 1 month ago
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I thought there were still people who could help me. I am Abdullah, 17 years old, from northern Gaza. My family and I live in harsh conditions. My father died and my house was destroyed. I have no source of income. I asked for help and I repeat my request for it. Please, whoever can donate even one penny to save me and my family, do not hesitate to do so.
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