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tired of men in my life trying to scare me and make me weaker than i am.. so here goes
just as i take back âbevvieâ i take back this.
*to the tune of dove cameron boyfriend*
I could be a better clown than him
#beverly marsh#bev marsh#it 2017#pennywise#pennywise is mid#pennywise is not scary#screw alvin marsh#reclaim the night#sophia lillis#semi-serious#daily reminder that abusers are awful people#dove cameron boyfriend#bi beverly marsh#clowncore#clown#we are unbreakable#it fandom#it cast#modern it#stand up for abused people#youâre stronger than you know#reclaiming power#empowering bev
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How to (Not?) Reclaim Power
Sometimes, I think about seeking out everyone who wronged me and give them a taste of the hell they put me through. I think about revealing their names. To let the world know how much pieces of trash they all are.
Then again, like Dr. Ramani Durvasula said, it is best to take revenge by living out the happy, healthy life they never allowed and let karma do the rest.
But what is empowering if not taking back power and taking matters into my own hands to dish out karma myself?
#complex ptsd#ptsd#ptsd recovery#trauma#trauma survivor#emotional abuse#narcissistic abuse#trauma processing#reclaiming power#living with cptsd
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'Umzimba Yikhaya' (The body is a home)
2020
The title, umzimba yikhaya (âthe body is a homeâ), adds a powerful layer to this piece, deepening its exploration of identity, belonging, and self-containment. Here, the body becomes a vessel for heritage, memory, and identityâa personal âhomeâ that carries culture and history within it, regardless of physical location. The figureâs partial presence within the traditional structure suggests that true belonging may not lie in external places but within oneself. This body-as-home concept emphasizes that identity is an internal space where one can find rootedness, even when external connections feel fragmented.
The cutout and layered imagery speak to the idea that the body, like a home, is a place of both fullness and absence, continually shaped by the experiences and histories it holds. The white space that outlines the figure may symbolize aspects of the self that are still forming, being reclaimed, or have yet to be fully understood. The body, as depicted, becomes a landscape of both presence and mysteryâa sanctuary that holds inherited wisdom, resilience, and ongoing self-discovery.
By grounding identity in the body, umzimba yikhaya invites viewers to consider how they inhabit their own sense of self and how the âhomeâ they carry within offers refuge, strength, and continuity amid change. This artwork reminds us that the body is a sacred dwelling, holding within it all that we are, all we have lost, and all we seek to become.
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Jade Ann Byrne's 95 Theses: A Paladin's Declaration of Inner Power
Jade Ann Byrneâs 95 Theses: A Paladinâs Manifesto for Reclaiming Inner Power Unveil the divine spark within and break free from the false idols that hold you back. In this powerful declaration, Jade Ann Byrne, Paladin of the modern age, presents her 95 Thesesâa transformative call to action for those ready to awaken their true potential. Discover the undeniable electricity inside, challenge theâŚ
#95 Theses#Awakening#community support#divine energy#Divine Spark#eGirl#Electricity Within#Enlightenment#False Idols#Gut Wisdom#Inner Power#Inner Strength#Jade Ann Byrne#JadeAnnByrne#Kurukshetra#Mitochondria#Paladin#personal reflection#Power of I AM#Reclaiming Power#Reincarnation#Self-Realization#Self-Service#Spiritual Awakening#Spiritual Freedom#Spiritual Journey#Theology#True Freedom
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Letting Go of Guilt: How to Reclaim Your Power and Embrace a Guilt-Free Life
Guilt can weigh us down, holding us back from living a full and empowered life. Discover how to release this burden, reclaim your personal power, and embrace a guilt-free future in this transformative journey.
Guilt is an emotion we all encounter at some point in our lives. It can stem from actions we regret, words we wish we hadnât said, or even from situations where we feel responsible for things beyond our control. While guilt can sometimes prompt us to reflect and grow, it often lingers longer than necessary, becoming a burden that weighs us down. Understanding the nature of guilt and learning howâŚ
#emotional freedom#healing#letting go of guilt#mental wellness#Mindfulness#personal empowerment#Personal Growth#reclaiming power#self-acceptance#self-forgiveness#Transformation
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Breaking Free from Spiritual Manipulation: Reclaiming My Space
For far too long, I have been haunted by the spirit and presence of someone who has manipulated, abused, and harmed me in ways that go beyond the physical. I am mentioning this man as John, J.T. or J. In short, because I don´t want to mention his name. Names are sacred and should only be mentioned by full name when the person is worthy of it. This person has invaded my dreams, stolen my energy,âŚ
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#Emotional abuse#Empowerment#healing#Healing Journey#Inner Peace#mental-health#Overcoming manipulation#Personal Boundaries#Reclaiming power#Relationships#Self-Care#Spiritual Healing#spirituality#Strength and resilience
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Rise! Mikey and 2012! Raph would be best friends because the moment Rise! Mikey spotted this cutie sitting on 2012! Raphâs shoulder:
Heâd be instantly obsessed with his fellow fire turtle
And 2012! Raph would never miss the chance to show off his son.
#Iâd imagine the scene would be like#rise! Mikey walks into the room#spots 2012 raph and ALMOST walks past him but something catches his eye#he does a double take because there is a cute red turtle curled up on Raphâs shoulder#now until this moment 2012 Raph has been his usual stiff self so him being all cutesy with a baby turtle is a bit startling to Mikey#but he instantly snatched up chompy and is like âYOU HAVE A BABY TURTLE?!?â and chompy in his excitement of meeting a new Mikey#accidentally lets out a flame-belch that fries Mikeyâs face. Raph instantly scrabbles to reclaim his son and is apologizing and Mikey#is just like âYOU HAVE A FIRE TURTLE! IâM A FIRE TURTLEâ and instantly pulls at his mystic powers and fire just engulfs the pair#and when Mikey asks for the little turtleâs name Raph stutters out âchompy Picassoâ#and with that info Mikey just sniffs out that Raph is an artist like him and the rest is history#tmnt#2012 raph#rise mikey#rottmnt#tmnt 2012#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise of the tmnt#tmnt crossover#tmnt raph 2012#rottmnt mikey#tmnt michelangelo#tmnt raphael#tmnt rise#chompy
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also this is the reason why i hate the whole discussion about "oh can we still say hermaphrodite in science discussions" because like. you all do not fucking understand the weight of the word. what it feels like when someone calls you a hermaphrodite when you are fearing for your fucking life. the amount of times i had to call myself a hermaphrodite because no one fucking knew what intersex meant but i needed to find a way to disclose that to clients so i didn't end up assaulted again when they were surprised. you don't know how much i fucking hated myself for that and what that was fucking like to experience at 16. like. that is what that word means to me! that's what i think of when i hear it! lots of other intersex people have their own stories, their own ways this slur was weaponized against us and written down in our medical records and a million fucking things. so i really don't want to hear from dyadic people who have never had this slur used against them about how hard it is to find an alternative word and how they just really really need to be able to still say it because of all the scientific discussions that are happening all the time or whatever. literally fuck off i don't care
#personal#actuallyintersex#intersex#h slur#rape tw#intersexism#sorry i'm in a fucking mood and i have no patience for endosex/dyadic people rn#i just don't think you all understand what this is like. i really don't think you do#anyway i love reclaiming hermaphrodite. hermaphrodites with attitude is so powerful and such abeautiful#part of intersex history to me#and that's also true!!!! but endosex people need to not fucking say this shit so causually#okay to reblog but i have no patience for dyadic people being silly on this post. i really don't#also i feel a lot more okay and have a lot more connection with other ppl who this slur has been used to target even if theyr'e dyadic but#that's not what this post is about
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New art of Trevor in Dead By Daylight! And he looks absolutely gorgeous in this comic book style đ
kinda funny that they drew him as he realizes he's fucked lmao
#castlevania#dead by daylight#trevor belmont#the quote is also similar to what hector says at the beginning of cod#''i must descend into darkness and reclaim that accursed power once more'#probably a coincidence but hey it's neat
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Absolutely no one:
Me:
#bury the light#devil may cry#nero#dante#capcom#little v#i am the storm that is approaching#provoking black clouds in isolation#i am reclaimer of my name#born in flames#i have been blessed#my family crest is a demon of death#forsaken i am awakened#a phoenixâs ash in dark divine#descending misery#destiny chasing time#you want this power then come try and take it#Spotify#vergil
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#was talking with 0dd about the ways homestuck is actively not a power fantasy and decided to say something insane#(dark souls font)#f slur reclaimed
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My beloved followers,
Please do not cast upon yourselves the words of failure or unworthiness. Imagine if your life is but a reflection of your deepest beliefs, and by embracing those thoughts, you keep inviting them to materialize into your world. It wounds my heart deeply to see such radiant souls dimming their own light. You are beautiful and precious, and you deserve all the wonders this life has to offer.
<3
#random ramblings#words#inner alchemy#soul healing#rise above#and believe in your worth#reclaim your power#and let it transform your life
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i love it when athletes understand that they are actors in a little play
#like i do think. marc is very aware of this and i love how often heâs decided to break that fourth wall in recent years#vale is show where i am is show the regulations are good for the show#today in that presscon being asked about the ducati seat itâs part of the show⌠like he knows that his job is entertainer#versus vale who i also very AWARE of all that but would never like. reclaim the any power by acknowledging the performance#versus casey who rejects it outrightâŚ.#callie speaks#motogp#all this to say#hunger games au still slays absolute penis
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;R1999 PAVIA - "sleeping dogs"
Pavia x Reader. 2k words. fluff Pavia's eye bags keep getting bigger and bigger, so you take matters into your own hands and force him to take a nap with you.
starting the sleepytime saga about blorbos getting some good fucking rest and writing a oneshot about it everytime i get sleepy because the world could do with better naps and more zzz's
this was all self-indulgent fluffy mess to make up for the constant FMN bullying in other posts
"You'll get sleepy in no time, trust me on this."
"Like hell I will," despite his protests, Pavia dutifully follows after you. Once you two reach the edge of the bed, he makes a show out of kicking off his shoes while pouting the whole time, if only to continue rebelling against you and your ideas. "What am I? A kid?"
"You're a grown ass man, Pavia - so act like it."
That gets a snicker out of him, and he instantly seethes about it - he's meant to be mad at you for suggesting something stupid. What follows is a long groan and a roll of the eyes, but he knows you're pretending not to hear him as you climb into the mess of pillows and blankets that he calls a bed. As usual, his room is a damn mess.
"It's just a nap, it won't kill you. Promise!"
It only takes a moment for you to get comfortable, rambling about the "golden hour" for naps - according to you, it was good to leave the curtains partially drawn to allow a small amount of sunlight into the room.
You're so convinced of this that Pavia can't bring himself to remind you: he doesn't need any type of light to see, his eyes having long adjusted to being shrouded in darkness. Instead, he lets you ramble as he makes his way to close the door.
Before he can do so, however, a few dark figures stumble and slide inside, all of them a little more eager and curious at the prospect of napping than their master.
Andrea sniffs around you while Tonika and Leon claim their spots under the bed, their snouts and goofy smiles partially visible. Peter makes an attempt to hop onto the mattress, but slips off and settles for laying down at his master's feet.
Pavia, of course, glares at them as if betrayed. The only one who stands by his side is Maleficent, imitating his expression to the best of her ability.
"Are you seeing this shit, Maleficent? Traitors, all of 'em."
The wolf in question huffs in agreement, and Pavia reluctantly sits down next to you, waiting for your permission.
It's only once you pat the empty space next to you - his spot, for him and the pack only - that Pavia plops down. Unlike you, he rests over the blankets and casually clasps his hands over his stomach, idly looking at the ceiling. With his schedule being all over the place and his unusual reservations, sleep is something Pavia does out of immediate necessity. Only allowing himself to sleep for a handful of hours when his body is at the brink of collapse, and so he finds himself wondering what to do now that you're forcing him to sleep recreationally.
Even so, his body language is relaxed and comfortable, that casual and lazy air he only has whenever he's around you. This is his home, after all.
Pavia doesn't think about the basement in Piedmont, but he sure holds his breath on instinct for a second. It's an old, nasty habit - the aftermath of all of his constant screaming and begging, as there was nothing else to do but sit and wait for someone to let him out. In the stillness of the room, he can hear everything: your breathing and his own, faint voices outside in the wilderness, someone passing by in the hallway - it's that kid with the balloons, judging by sound of her skipping around. The darkness cannot hurt him, not when he's reclaimed power over it, not when he's with you and the pack.
Something shifts in his peripheral. It's you, propped on your elbows and leaning over him.
"Don't tell me you're going to sleep with your glasses on." You don't wait for an answer and reach out to gently take them off, placing them neatly on the nightstand. For some reason, Pavia feels a little naked without them. "There, much better! Is that how you wanna sleep, then?"
Your question gives him pause, and he immediately defaults to his usual antics. "Now you're gonna tell me how to lay down? What's this, some dumb pop quiz I didn't prepare for? Next thing, you'll be telling me how to snore properly."
"Alright, fine, damn! But it's sooo cozy and toasty under the blankets." To prove your point, you slide down and sink deeper into the mattress, humming with that content expression. The blankets cover half of your face, and your big, dumb, bright eyes look up at him with mischief and amusement. "You're missing out."
"And you're going to start hogging the blankets the second you fall asleep, so what's the point?"
This isn't the first and it won't be the last time you two sleep together in the same bed, he knows your sleeping habits like the back of his hand by now. Pavia makes sure to pay attention to each and every little detail when it comes to you, after all.
"Oh my god, Pavia - just get in. It's easier this way." Pavia does as told, only because you're the one asking so nicely, and he lays on his side to face you. "Perfect, now come here."
"You're awfully bossy today, did you notice?"
He leans in once your hands reach out to cradle his face, rubbing soothing circles with your thumbs and coaxing him, ever so slowly, into resting his head on the space between your shoulder and your neck. There is no resistance from Pavia's part, the way his body melts with yours is automatic - like old pieces of a well-loved puzzle that simply click together time and time again.
Pavia's arms wrap around your torso and he brings you even closer, impossibly so, as if wanting to merge with you. The content sigh gives him away, and he wishes he could see your expression once he smiles into your skin. You were right, it is much better this way. There's no way Pavia could ever get tired of touching you like this.
"Getting sleepy?"
"Not yet," he murmurs into the crook of your neck, wondering whether to leave kisses or start biting you. He settles for the latter, a way to get back at you - it's a gentle nip that catches you off-guard, if that small gasp of protest is anything to go by. "If you want me to fall asleep, you're doing a really shitty job."
For a moment, he thinks you're mad at him when no answer comes, usually you'd pinch his back or bite him back. Instead, he feels your fingers softly carding through his hair, your nails on his scalp, moving in slow sweeping motions. Okay, maybe he spoke a little too soon. Being surrounded by you felt like heaven.
Pavia shifts, now burying his face in your chest. Like this, he can hear your heartbeat loud and clear, and he closes his eyes to take in the sound, committing it to memory.
While he's far from falling asleep any time soon, the weight and stress of the daily routine has certainly left his shoulders. Everything about you is soft and welcoming, and he has to restrain himself from biting you again once he feels you lean in, just to kiss the top of his head.
Fuck it, he bites the nearest spot, unable to contain his affection for you. The way he shows love might be unorthodox, but what matters to Pavia is that you understand the thought behind each action and word - he loves with an open mouth, greedy and full of love. A big bad wolf, one hair away from eating you up. And even then, he never bites hard enough to leave any marks nor to hurt you, not unless you ask him to.
Your laugh resonates in your throat and he keeps you from squirming away just to feel it vibrate in your neck.
Between this and your heartbeat, he doesn't know which one to pick as his favorite sound. The way you say his name behind closed doors, so softly and so gently just for him to hear, is definitely up there with the others in his personal ranking.
"Stop biting and start sleeping, idiot." There's a happy tone in your voice, one that urges him to continue bothering you.
"Easier said than done, stupid."
Taking your free hand, the one that tried so rudely to push him away in protest, Pavia presses his lips against your knuckles, one by one. You seem to like that, as hinted by the way your legs tangle up with his, locking him in place.
"I swear I'm doing my best here to get you to stop moving. Try counting sheep? Or wolves, I guess. Speaking of..."
You make an attempt to look for the pack, only for Pavia to pull you back down. He doesn't need to count the wolves, he knows exactly where they are - nestled together under the bed, laying down in the middle of the room with their soft, fluffy bellies on display, so drowsy and happy to exist in the same time and space as you. It's no mystery that each and every wolf is an extension of himself, a shameless display of his own thoughts and feelings, and even though this is something you're fully aware of, Pavia would rather save himself the embarrassment of admitting any of this.
"Now you're the one moving around, interrupting my precious sleep. What do you have to say for yourself?" He teases, hoping you'll indulge him and keep bantering back and forth - but you press a gentle kiss to his forehead instead.
"My bad..." Pavia knows you're not gonna last any longer the moment a yawn interrupts your words, and he's right - you don't speak anymore after this.
Your grip on him loosens gradually. First, it's the hand that kept playing with his hair, now gently petting him until it slowly comes to rest on the back of his neck. It's warm, so very warm. Next is your breathing, slow and steady, along with the rise and fall of your chest. Pavia nuzzles into it, feeling himself breathe in perfect harmony with you. And finally, your legs - he feels you kicking around, curling up and clumsily drawing the blankets towards you until his legs are exposed to the cold.
There it is, he thinks to himself, smitten and endeared by your sleepy crimes. It doesn't matter though, soon enough the whole pack comes climbing into the bed, forming a soft, black mass at the edge and near your feet. All of them unable to stay away from you, just like him.
Silence settles in and the world grows loud once again.
The soft panting from the pack, the voices outside, the constant stream of steps and life all over the house. Someone is in the kitchen, there's the telltale sound of glass against wood. Somewhere else, a door closes and another creaks open.
Pavia knows that you would never dare to ask the reason behind his awful sleep habits, and there's no way he could ever explain the totality of it- yet here you are, trying to help him nonetheless. It's annoying to have you constantly point out the bags under his eyes, but he respects you for it, for having the nerve to call him out and set him straight when needed. Part of him revels in the undivided attention and scrutiny, to have you all to himself whenever you scold him, examining his tired eyes.
He wonders if you know the power you hold over him, how impossible it is for him to tear his eyes from you. Even now as you sleep, Pavia feels himself slowly forget about the outside world in favour of your soft murmurs, those dumb little sounds you make that he can't get enough of.
You're doing so much for him, perhaps it's about time for him to meet you halfway. From his spot, he looks up at you one last time - he wants this view to be the last thing he sees before he drifts into a dreamless sleep.
"Night, vita mia. Don't let the bed wolves bite."
#reverse 1999#reverse: 1999#r1999#reverse 1999 x reader#reverse 1999 pavia#i think a lot about pavia's way of distancing himself from. humanity#sure its his way of rebelling and reclaiming power#but also the potential of all of these habits being both a result of trauma and a way to establish his individuality? yeah im a lil derange
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my favorite scully and mulder moments from s4
in episode 1, when mulder returns to his motherâs hospital room after the altercation with the alien bounty hunter, scully puts her hands on him; she says heâs freezing and in shock, and guides him to the right room while he mumbles that âsheâll never knowâ - he leans down so scully can hold him while he sobs into her shoulder
when he is torn up with grief, believing he failed to save his mother, he says: âyou put such faith in your science, scully, but⌠the things iâve seen, science provides no place to startâ
and she responds with: ânothing happens in contradiction to nature, only in contradiction to what we know of it- and thatâs a place to start - thatâs where the hope isâ, giving them both a shred of optimism, and coaxing a smile out of him despite his emotional turmoil
talking about their desires to start a family someday in episode 2, dancing around any implication that it would be with each other - a moment of rare honesty between them - he rubs her back as he jokes about her finding a man âwith a spotless genetic makeup and a really high tolerance for being second-guessedâ
(and later he calls after her: âhey, scully- i never saw you as a mother beforeâ)
episode 5: âdana, if, um⌠early in the four years weâve been working together⌠an event occurred that suggested, or somebody told you that⌠weâd been friends together in other lifetimes- always- wouldn't it have changed some of the ways we look at one another?â
and her answer: âeven if i knew for certain, i wouldnât change a dayâ
thereâs a scene in episode 6 where heâs sitting on his hotel room bed looking up at her, explaining witchcraft and the positive connotations of pentagrams, and it was so tender and soft
(bonus points for her response to his witchy babbling: âwell, if itâs that simple, why donât you put out an APB for someone riding a broom and wearing a tall black hat?â)
in episode 9, mulder returns from the gulag while scully is being questioned about his whereabouts - there's a booming voice from the government council telling her to âanswer the question, miss scullyâ and he comes in with âwhat is the question?â, saving her from having to endure any further jailing because she refuses to tell them
her face lights up at seeing him alive, and he smiles even though he is in terrible shape <3
then the MINUTE the council goes to recess, they JUMP UP to see each other, hugging, with mulder saying that its âgood to put my arms around youâ
(and then skinner cutting them off LMAO... he said we do NOT have time for this right now!!!)
scully working so hard to be supportive while mulder went through an emotional rollercoaster in episode 10- she tells him he did an amazing job writing the profile that caught roche, then checks to see if he will be okay before doing the ID on the body of the victim they found
when roche is taunting him, saying he already knows one of the victims, her voice is steely when she says âprove itâ (she gets soooo protective and i loved it)
she tells roche heâll rot in prison and holds the door open for mulder to walk out, then checks again to see if heâs okay
(and then advocating for the "uniqueness of his situation" when skinner is furious that he let out a known murderer)Â
their heartbreaking conversation when he brings up that scully never fully believed that samantha was taken by aliens, so what does she think happened? and how she hangs her head, unable to answer; what was she supposed to say when he was in so much pain? sometimes silence is a mercy
at the very end of episode 10, scully tells him she knows he can find the last murder victim (âhow?â, he asks; âi donât know", she answers softly, "but i do know youâ)
he looks up at her with tears in his eyes; she tells him to go home and get some sleep, and he laughs, wraps his hands around her waist, leaning his head into her, while she strokes his hair
(this moment being the one where i realized it must be borderline impossible to write their dynamic in fic because of its highly physical and indescribable nature)
((and this moment being one of the best in the show so far, fight me idc))
them arguing over evolutionary theories while holding umbrellas in the snow in episode 12 <3
their episode 14 conversation regarding her sickness mid-investigation- he works so hard to keep his voice level and even as he urges her to look for answers, but you can tell he wants to yell, to grab her by the shoulders and tell her to please, please see if all of this is connected, and if that means there is a way to fix it
how she points out that not all of the women who were abducted are dead, even though only penny is left and her time is running out, wanting so desperately to believe that there is a way for her to escape this fate, no matter how small of a chance it may be; aware of how futile it sounds as she says these words
her fury when she talks of knowing she is dying and that there is nothing she can do to stop it; he refers to her as âagent scullyâ to remind her of her capability in solving the impossible, as she's done hundreds of times before
scully calling him while he was investigating leads on the abducted women with cancer; he excitedly tells her he thinks heâs onto something, but she just wants him to bring her overnight bag to the hospital and call her mom on her behalf (the trust involved in having him call her mother...)
his breathless âis there anything i should know?â, before he says heâll be right there
(then he slams his hand onto the filing cabinet, a physical manifestation of his grief at her suffering)
mulder waiting for scully to come from pennyâs room, falling asleep in the chair outside the door until she returns from guiding her to eternal rest
he confesses to reading from scully's journal where she was narrating her goodbye to him, and she says she didn't want him to see that, because she isnât going to let cancer beat her (god. GODDDDDDD.)
she tells him she has things to finish and prove to herself and her family, and he smiles at her, telling her to come on back
how they hug, and he tucks her head under his chin, rubbing her shoulder; âthe truth will save you scully. i think itâll save us bothâ, and the gentlest forehead kiss of all time (<- another "arguably one of the best moments in the entire series" scene)
the birthday bookend scenes in episodes 17 and 18- his giddy face when the waiters come out singing happy birthday, surprising her entirely; their banter when she teases him for only remembering this one time; her âoh, you have GOT to be kidding meâ when he pulls out a gift; how they joke itâs her alien implant turned into earrings in the little gift box
(and how when someone comes up to them for help, scully still thinks it is part of the birthday festivities and says âoh, promise me this isnât leading to something embarrassingâ)
when scully comes to bail him out in episode 18, he starts changing into clean clothes while she is still in the room, and she turns around to avoid seeing him exposed like they have done it a hundred times before. the intimacy there was staggering to me, especially because they were doing this while arguing. how married can two people be?
at the end of episode 19, she monologues about the apollo 11 keychain he gave her- âyou never got to tell me why you gave it to me, or what it means, but i think i know. i think that you appreciate that there are extraordinary men and women and extraordinary moments when history leaps forward on the back of these individuals [...] and while we commemorate the greatness of these events and the individuals who achieve them, we cannot forget the sacrifice of those who make these achievements and leaps possibleâ
to which he replies, quietly; âi just thought it was a pretty cool keychainâ
(the meaning she finds in such a small gesture combined with his denial of its implications... it's so fascinating and i want to shake them up and down until they talk about their feelings)
in episode 20, he rings a bell on some random desk across the room to get her attention, which makes her smile as she walks over
(and then, when she guesses heâs going to say that eddie must have shapeshifted, he responds with âscully, should we be picking out china patterns or what?â <- yes you ought to be. drop the wedding registry link and i'll pitch in)
âhey scully, if you could be someone else for a day, who would you be?â âhopefully meâ âso boringâ
(sheâs holding an umbrella up for him during this conversation, and he is still too tall to fit so he has to bend down, before she decides her answer: âeleanor rooseveltâ)
mulder uses scully as a human coat rack for eddieâs bathrobe when he flees the scene <3
theyâre searching eddieâs house, with mulder upstairs and scully downstairs; he knocks over some stuff with a clatter, then yells âiâm alright!â to which she only responds with âwhat?â and he does this annoyed little huff (again. SO married)
her nose starts bleeding in episode 22, and he gets SO worried, saying âoh, scullyâŚâ, his pause dragging on as he is unable to finish that thought... but she insists sheâs fine and runs to the bathroom, leaving him behind looking like he just got punched in the face
(plus his worried knocks on the door and her quiet answer to his repeated asking of âare you okay?â; she is lying to him and saying she is fine despite just seeing a death omen)
their fight at the end of episode 22; how she tells him she saw the death omen, and how sheâs trying to hurt him with the âwhat do you want me to say? that youâre right?â comment because she is so scared, she's lashing out - but he keeps his voice level, says he knows what she is afraid of and that he is, too
âthe doctor said i was fineâ âi hope thatâs the truthâ (whispered) âiâm going homeâ
(the way he doesn't fully believe her when she says she's okay... and how she just wants to be home... she's too closed off to divulge any other information, and seems to think the noble thing is to just Not Talk About it... augh. my feelings)
in episode 23, he wakes up in a strange room, covered in blood; he calls scully at 4:30 in the morning, who has arrived to come get him by 6:15
she yells to him while heâs in the shower, and when she opens the curtain, she finds him curled up in the bath, steaming water pouring on him as he mumbles that he canât get warm
rather than being taken aback by this, she realizes he is in shock and dries him off, asking if he feels sick, telling him to track her finger, shifting into doctor mode with a quickness, taking his vulnerability in stride
and she's telling him to get to the hospital NOW or ELSE, which he ignores at first, but when he keeps falling to his knees and blacking out, she reaches a point where she has had ENOUGH!!!
the way she refuses to believe, for even a moment, that mulder was involved in the murders; telling him to not say anything to the cops, and that sheâll find enough evidence to get him off the hook (which she does!), even confronting the detective with the fact that he is jailing an innocent man
mulder spent all night in jail screaming for scully, and when she finally arrives, she says âi heard you didnât get much sleepâ in their usual fashion of terribly understating the horrors around them
#i might have complained a lot about s4 (and i stand by it) but we did have some good moments huh?#memento mori and paper hearts and doctor scully in demons especially stood out to me#demons is really about scully reclaiming her power when she feels she has none#and there is nothing better than watching one of them see the other at their lowest and love them through it#yeah. it's gonna get me every time.#i haven't watched an episode in over a week and it feels like it has been 800 years so i cannot wait to start s5!!!#the x files#txf#msr
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More potato quality, but ugh this scene, his grin. The timing. The parallels to the one where he's bleeding on the floor instead.
He's been fighting and is covered in his and Dracula's blood and is absolutely beautiful. Look at him, owning his mistakes and then finally fully taking himself back. Taking his own name back Contrasted to the confrontation in his apartment where he's cowering away and still using the book as a literal weapon, seeing him remember he's strong and remember he can fight, and then turning that back on Dracula for himself is just *chef's kiss *
#the world is full of Renfields#renfield#renfield spoilers#renfield 2023#robert montague renfield#I could do a whole meta on how he's reclaiming his name along with his identity#after he was reduced down to a lacky with only one name that was used as a label#turning it around that they're not just interchangeable followers#but people who've given up their power and individuality like him#but he's asked Rebecca to call him Robert#and he's told someone he had a family#and been looking after his own personal needs#like personal space and hygene and clean clothes#and been seen and called by his own name again#and finding himself again gave him the true power to fight back
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