Being soulmates takes away their choice though
okay sorry i have to answer this one because i was thinking about this the other day and i want to talk about it. and no!! it doesn't. in the field where i died, scully tells mulder, "even i knew for certain, i wouldn't change a day." that was scully saying it doesn't matter what the truth of it is, whether they're soul mates or not, she would choose the same thing. scully repeats this sentiment several times through the series. recently, i was specifically thinking about all things. this episode is a culmination for scully. for moving beyond just accepting her desires & choices, it's about affirming & embracing them. she "talks to god" and he talks back. the woman she kept seeing was an echo of mulder, leads her right to him in the end. they sit on his couch and talk about her journey. she says "i once considered spending my whole life with this man. what i would have missed...what if there was only one choice, and all the other ones were wrong, and there were signs along the way to pay attention to?"
to me, fate & choice are actually the same thing. scully, the person she is, she was always going to choose mulder. she chose mulder in the pilot, and she continued choosing him. it's a choice she made over & over, and she would do it all again. in the truth, sitting in another motel room, just like in the pilot, scully tells mulder: "why would i accept defeat? why would i accept if you won't? mulder, you say that you've failed, but you only fail if you give up. and i know you — you can't give up. it's what i saw in you when we first met. it's what made me follow you...why i'd do it all over again."
scully could have changed it any time, but she didn't. she could have transferred or quit in fight the future, but instead she goes to tell mulder in person, knowing he wouldn't let her just walk away. much like when mulder goes to see her in redux because she would change his mind if he was wrong. or in one son, she told him she couldn't help him anymore and ten minutes later, she's calling him.
i also may have literally just posted all of these thoughts recently but ya know. they're doing laps in my brain. so much of this show is about the concepts of fate vs choice. but really, it doesn't matter because they're the same. clyde bruckman's final repose is all about it. scully & melissa talk about it in the christmas carol dream/memory. mulder is always giving people opportunities, choices — not accepting anyone's fate before the end. fate & choice, like mulder & scully, are two sides of the same coin.
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I've always thought megumi is the key to the jjk story, even before sukuna possessed him. he's connected to everyone in the story, and his technique is phenomenal, if only he can reign in mahoraga.
he's grown the most compared to where he began in season 1, cs in comparison yuji had natural strength and ability before he swallowed the 1st finger.
I feel like he'll reach heights as high as the depths he's been in. which is pretty low since he doesn't even wanna live right now..
i hope gojo saves him. i miss them both
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Hello lovely! I’m relatively new (I’ve actually lurked for almost a year but that’s okay) I’m not sure if this was ever discussed but I’m curious if Matt and Ciro will ever accept each other or at least see eye to eye when it comes to Jane and, yknow, stop threatening one another. I just want dad and (future) husband to get along.
It is absolutely fine to lurk, and thank you for coming to say hi!
I can say that while they'll always be kinda snarky at one another, they will come to accept each other, yes! Their clashes are particularly bad rn because they're two cats who haven't been properly introduced jane you're supposed to let them eat on either side of a door so they can exchange smells and then wave a feather toy for shared enrichment still working out how their two pieces can fit together. Ciro's obviously always gonna have the murder-y bit and Matt is going to have the 'I put people like you in jail' bit but as they take time, they'll start to find all the ways they get along like coffee, and loving Jane, and silk sheets, and capability for sarcastic comments, and various forms of violence, and good food, and mini matt, and the fact that matt is a feral catholic dumpster diving ninja disaster orphan child and Ciro has a tendency to adopt those.
They just gotta get there first. And they will! Mostly because everyone is going to get character growth in this fic, and that includes Ciro.
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The screaming had lasted for hours.
Not screaming like someone was dying; Ingo would have intervened if that were the case.
In some ways, the argument he could almost hear was worse.
The twins had come round with Cori and Razz, picking up Akari and Rei and taking them out for ice cream when it had started. Ingo had asked Davis about it who had, reasonably, looked uncomfortable.
"Dizzy loves our brother, she really, really does. But she... takes his lifestyle personally. They're very similar like that." Davis had responded quietly. "It's an old argument with no end. This happens- not normally in front of the kids, so Khan had us take them out of the house when she started winding up, and Cor asked if we could grab Akari for ice cream and..."
Ingo had let them go, sitting at home and listening. He couldn't hear the words but he could hear the tone. How angry Dizzy was, how it would go quiet and then there would be another outburst. Only a handful of times did Khan raise his voice in return at his sister, but never for very long. Ingo couldn't remember having any arguments like that with Emmet. He didn't remember their childhood, but the memories he had recovered of their teenage years and before his accident... he didn't think he and his twin had ever been quite so volatile.
Then again, there had been no signs of this sort of conflict between the oldest siblings either. If he wasn't hearing it, he'd never have thought they'd fight like this. Given the lack of interference from the rest of the neighborhood he wagered Davis was right, and that the best way to deal with this storm was simply to ride it out.
When the argument finally ended he was standing by his window that looked into his neighbor's front yard, worried. Dizzy stormed out with Khan following quickly behind. Ingo had never seen him look so... small. It was hardly a word one would associate with the young man, given his height and stature, and yet it was the only word Ingo could think of to describe him.
He watched as Khan reached for his sister, only for her to turn and slap his hand away.
“Why can’t you even try, you self-sacrificing bastard? You never even try!”
She stomped down the sidewalk, slamming the door to her car shut before turning it on and pulling out at a decidedly unsafe speed. Ingo watched as Khan stared after her, shoulders still slumped, before he put a hand up to his face and turned to walk back into his home.
Maybe it would be better to leave well enough alone, to pretend he hadn’t overheard… _that,_ but Khan was… well. Khan was his friend. Things may have been shaky to start with between them, but they had smoothed out. Khan knew about Ingo’s amnesia and never once judged him for it. Now, Ingo knew about… this.
Still. He hesitated before walking out of his own home and down the sidewalk to his neighbor’s, glancing around at the rest of the homes on the street. Blinds were slowly opening, curious eyes peeking through to see what still stood in the wake of the hurricane argument. The door to Khan’s home was unlocked when he tried the handle and Ingo slowly opened the door.
“Khan?” He called out.
There was a sniffling sound, a familiar hitch of breath.
“Yeah?” Khan’s voice was thick and low when he replied. “What’s up, need something fixed?”
“No, I…” Ingo shut the door behind him. The house was in one piece. For all the screaming and noise it appeared that nothing had been broken. The argument may have sounded violent but nobody had gotten physical. “I heard what happened and I was wondering if you were… alright.”
“Oh, you… you heard that?” Khan hadn’t come out to find him and so Ingo continued towards his voice instead. “Well, yeah. They could probably hear that on the moon.”
“Possibly. I was unaware that Dizzy’s volume could rival my own.”
Khan was sat in the kitchen, slouched down in one of the chairs he’d built by hand. A byproduct of one of the many jobs he’d taken to keep his siblings fed, homed, and safe. He still looked, to Ingo’s dismay, small. Defeated. Deflated of all life.
“Yeah, she’s got some pipes on her. Always has. About burst my eardrums when she was a toddler, the way she’d howl when she threw a fit.”
One hand was rubbing at his face and his shoulders were still shaking intermittently. Ingo paused, uncertain, before he rested a hand on Khan’s shoulder.
“I don’t know what happened, but if you’d like to talk about it… or if you’d prefer, I can leave?”
Khan was silent long enough that Ingo prepared to straighten up, head out the door, and pretend this had never happened.
Khan leaned forward, rubbed his eyes again, and shook his head.
“You can stay,” he said quietly, and Ingo pretended he didn’t see the tears falling onto the floor, “it’s fine. You can stay.”
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