#truthchild

[skepticreal]

                    SHE CAN’T SPEAK A WORD, BUT she knows exactly who’s in front of her. call it mother’s intuition, but scully is rendered speechless as azure hues try to focus on the individual before her.          “ emily? ”          after all that’s happened, after all she’s lost, is god giving her a second chance?

@truthchild gets a starter.

[chaostied]

 ❝   DOES HE BOTHER YOU A LOT ?    ❞      freely  takes  the  sit  next  to  her ,    a  glance  over  his shoulders  is  given  towards  the  man  he  is  referring  to .     the  one  who's  been   catcalling    the  girl  for  the   past  five  minutes .      rhys thinks humans are the worst.    ❝   i  kinda ... wanna punch him right now.  ❞

                                                             @truthchild       //      ♡   //   not accepting. 

[grlproud-blog]

* ・ ♡ °  . 。   EMILY SIM /   NOT MY FIRST SURPRISE

​❛   trust   me,   i’ve    met   weirder  ,  ❜    referring    to    the    time    she   met   the   peanut    people   on   vacation    with   her    family    and    friends.     ​❛   so   human   slash   alien   ?    i’m   a   little   ,   still   processing   that   fact   but  .  .   cool  ,   i   guess.  ❜

[starbuckskeptic-a]

Okay! I decided to hop on this because I love positivity and bestowing it on well deserving people is like one of my favorite things soooo....here we go! I’m a couple days behind so bear with me while I catch up.

𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝟶𝟷: 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙰𝙻𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙰 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙸𝙽 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙵𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼

um...everyone? honestly, we are small but mighty. now i love all my fellow members of the msr brigade, but i wanna give special shoutouts to those rpers who give us the other characters bc they are so important. i’ll probably forget ppl so just pls bear with me.

@krydick - listen, as much shit as i give you for loving evil things, you are honestly one of the bright lights of this fandom. you manage to love krycek while still embracing his flaws, and that’s like...wow i’m impressed. plus, you are welcoming af and truly made me feel at home here in this rpc.

@griefheld - JOHN DOGGETT IS SO IMPORTANT TO BOTH ME AND SCULLY. *clears throat* anyhoo, my lack of chill aside, i was so stoked when i saw your blog pop up in my recommendations! i know we haven’t done a ton of things yet, but honestly just knowing you’re out there and getting to talk to you is a+++

@notraitor / @scienceisnteverything - MY CANON DIVERGENT WHALE MOM/TWIN SISTER. scully loves her girlfriend and her sister almost as much as i love you. i will forever be grateful that both of these blogs exist, and even more grateful that you exist.

@somewherewaitingforyou - listen...my love for charlie and jack is like...absolutely crazy. i love them so much and i’m so happy you made a blog for them? just seeing their adorableness makes me happy.

@builtreputation - i made scully not long after re-watching 11x01, and i remember telling bucky that i really wanted a spender. upon being directed to your blog, i got so excited. that excitement hasn’t gone away.

@unfortunatesculs - LISTEN YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU. all of your muses are a +++ and i’m really glad we have yet another fandom to play in.

@truthchild - i admire you sm from afar! we haven’t talked much or interacted, but just know that i think you’re amaze <3

@improbableson / @ghcstcd i mean...i guess i kind of like you. it’s not like you’re my bestie or anything. seriously tho, i’m so happy you gave scully her son. i wanna huggle him forever. also get ur shit together so we can do scully and skinner things, yeah? good <3

again, if i forgot anyone, pls know i love you i’m just a derp! <3

[cassembles]

RULES  :  share four songs / pieces of music that represent your muse.

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LET YOUR HEART HOLD FAST / FORT ATLANTIC   -     in the oceans deep / in the canyons steep / walls of granite here i stand / all my desperate calls / echo off the walls / back and forth then back again / to believe / i walk alone / is a lie that i’ve been told / so let your heart hold fast / for this soon shall pass / liek the high tide takes the sand / at the bitter end / salt and liquid blend / from the corners of my eyes / all the miles wrecked / every broken step / always searching / always blind / never fear / no / never fear / so let your heart hold fast / for this soon shall pass / there’s another hill ahead. 

WILDFLOWERS / TOM PETTY -    you belong somewhere among the wildflowers / you belong in a boat out at sea / sail away / kill off the hours / you belong somewhere you feel free / go away somewhere all bright and new / i have seen no other / who compares with you / far away from your trouble and worry / you belong somewhere you feel free / you belong somewhere you feel free. 

YOU WERE BORN / CLOUD CULT  -      you were born / in a strange world / like a candle / you were meant to share this fire / cause you were born / to change this life / you were born / to chase the light / you were born.

SHE’S ALWAYS A WOMAN TO ME / BILLY JOEL   -     she only reveals / what she wants you to see / oh she takes care of herself / she can wait if she wants / she’s ahead of her time / oh and she never gives out and she never gives in / she just changes her mind / she is frequently kind / and she’s suddenly cruel / she can do as she pleases / she’s nobody’s fool / but she can’t be convicted / she’s earned her degree / and the most she will do is throw shadows at you. 

TAGGED  BY  :   @lovefoole <3  TAGGING  :   @fastiell @girlreports @boysleuth @girllorn @truthchild @oetseira @voixenvie @voskresheniye 

[skepticreal]

                    THEY BOTH RELAX ON THE couch, scully nearly half asleep as the soft sound of voices coming from the television surrounds them in the otherwise quiet room. however, she doesn’t want to sleep. instead, she asks a rather... silly question, but one that’s been brought up numerous times over the last few weeks. admittedly, it’s been referenced so many times now that it’s getting a bit much.          “ would you consider me old? or mulder? ”          they definitely aren’t young, but that doesn’t automatically make them old... right?

@truthchild liked for a starter.

[scorpiondriver-blog]

BEST PICTURE NOMINEES (2018) AESTHETICS.  

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THE SHAPE OF WATER.                early mornings.  art on an easel.  being trapped. flashy cars. self-righteous intolerance. speaking volumes without a word. being submerged. learning and adapting. raindrops on windows. bubbles rising in water. taboo desires. tanks of water. kitschy nostalgia. kissing underwater.  silence. isolation. golden age hollywood. sign language. scales. egg shells. jell-o. the smell of cleaning supplies. creature features. the space race. red coats. monstrous fairy tales. lab coats. lunches in brown bags.the click of shoes.  smog. dance routines. slices of pie. toxic masculinity. chains. government secrets. seeing past flaws.  floating aimlessly. needles. greens and blues. deep, inexorable scars. gills. music from the 30′s. retro-futurism. bloody handprints. routines. record players. old movies. love in unexpected places.

PHANTOM THREAD.                       a doll in a gilded birdcage. butter to bread. the death of a mother. cycles. hidden messages. a disruptive presence. longing. wedding gowns. posh control. post-war.  brightly colored socks. inner turmoil. poison. an air of quiet death. hallucinations. family dysfunction. rich fabrics. curses. soft piano music. restrained anger. spinning out of control. artist and muse. dark love. pastels. peace in the countryside. clockwork dynamics. perfection. wild mushrooms.  giving up every piece of yourself. rags to riches. ghosts. new year’s. lingering gazes. needle and thread. fine dining.  hearing every sound.  being ambushed.  ego. flowing dresses. a person out of place. defiance. ink to paper. an artist tortured by their art.  obsessive personalities. peepholes. soothing elegance. silk. spiral staircases. driving at high speeds. high society.

THE POST.                                       typewriters. newspapers. tense climates. distrust of authority. internal battles. a legacy at stake. secrets. cover-ups. defending what you believe. peering through windows.melodrama. political corruption. behind closed doors. sniffing a scoop. ringing phones. lying for over a decade. cramming and crowding. cold grays. war. fluorescent lights. treason. shuffled papers. the jungle. a weight on your shoulders. fresh coffee. thousands of deaths.  burglary.  finding your voice. risking everything.propaganda.  tough choices. exposure. type being set by hand. workplace rivalries. abusing power. security breaches. hierarchy. a bed strewn with papers and books. paranoia. orders. clicking keys. redacted files. desk clutter. cigarette smoke. precious cargo. vanished technologies. suspenseful conversations. facing charges. courtroom battles. suits and ties.

DARKEST HOUR.                          never surrendering. duty. countless negotiations. the flash of cameras. beaches. historic buildings. guzzling booze. resignation. utter catastrophe. bunkers. radio broadcasts. going against the odds. bathed in red light. a sense of humor. allies. shouting matches.  small square windows.  selfishness. walking with a cane. war rooms. chandeliers. dust floating in air. righteousness. a poor reputation. an elevator surrounded by darkness. a world at war. needing a miracle. interruptions. a last hope. cigar smoke.quoting poetry. photos of a loved one. a single sunbeam. monarchy. vanity. rescue missions. refusing peace. allied chambers. military uniforms. taking a stand. common folk. suicide missions. drums of war. tears down sullen cheeks. reluctance. complete collapse. evacuations. enveloped by fog. changing history. blood, toil, tears and sweat.

THREE BILLBOARDS OUTSIDE EBBING, MISSOURI.     severe burns. police uniforms. sirens. the calmness of a deer. strumming guitars. grieving. horrifying memories. sucker punches. a lack of respect. facing threats. skin under fingernails. flicking cigarettes. awkward dates.  nasty rumors. claustrophobia. lush green pastures.  molotov cocktails. the fire of anger and revenge. strangers. no remorse.  bashing in windows. the midwest. provoking a fight. pointing fingers. being pressed for time. rundown old houses. grey morality. dark undercurrents. insurmountable losses. cruel laughs. the american flag. dive bars. guilty no matter what. buildings in flames. ambulances. coughing up blood. spitting. chewing on fingernails. one versus many. black and red.  not understanding another’s feelings. a mother and child. the pain of others. a quest of justice. abandoned billboards. a hardened gaze. driving to nowhere. small towns. last letters. absurd violence.

DUNKIRK                                      burying a body. warm cider. narrow escapes. a race against time. a small boat. all hope lost. being unable to come home. taken prisoner. shipwrecks.  assuming the identity of someone else. setting fire to it all.  smoke rising from a crash. sea foam. seaports. rendered blind. dropping to take cover. land, sea, and air. entangled in chain. toast with jam. suspense. waiting for escape. wounded men. lying in the sand. trauma. blank spaces. sinking ships. commended a hero. cocking a gun. swallowed by darkness. bullet holes. obstacles and delays. a hero’s welcome. planes overhead.  the sounds of a ticking clock. bullets ricocheting off metal. people by the thousands. shell-shocked. the explosions of shells on shores.  the sound of destruction. rising tides. head injuries. target practice. compressed time and space.  the perennial threat of death. oil ignited into flames. lying for the greater good. blocking out the noise.  primal dangers. taking command. sole survivor.

GET OUT.                                   deer antlers. suburbs. hypnosis. strange behavior. familial tension. chopping wood. uneasy stares. tears and a smile. deception. fight or flight. blindness. survival. sinking into the floor.watching but powerless. strapped to a chair. plugged ears. a failed handshake. car accidents. sunken places.something out of a nightmare. going hysterical. bingo cards. smoking cigarettes. static on a television set.doing more harm than good.  a hint of a smile. a stranger in any environment that is foreign to them. waiting for someone to come when they never will. overturned candles. wealthy garden parties. constantly looking over your shoulder. silence no matter how hard you scream. trances. catharsis.  a battle of wills. layers being peeled back. a cup of tea. nosebleeds. addiction. last bits of life leaving a body. black and white photography. sprinting at high speeds. conspiracies. surgery. blankly polite speech. noise of a spoon scraping across a teacup. a deer in headlights. staring at your own reflection. unable to sleep. loyal friends.

LADY BIRD.                                california landscapes. budding romance. uniforms. consolation. plain and luscious colors. apologizing. boorish sex. prom dresses. secondhand dresses. strong personalities. the ups and downs of adolescence. the theatre.  being simultaneously warm and scary. 90’s fashion. dreaming of elsewhere. partying. signatures on a cast. living on the wrong side of the tracks. not being bound by any era. rejection. sparklers. thrift stores. high school. identity crisis. a place that looks like a memory. going behind backs. disappointed parents. catholicism. poverty. busy new york city streets. monotonous hometowns. shitty bands. anarchy. drifting in and out of friendships. menial jobs. red hair. self-given names. coming-of-age. a broken arm. excessive drinking. first kisses. cupcakes. smudged eye makeup. bruises gained unknowingly. strained relationships. screaming in the middle of the street. thoughtful letters. standing out. decorated bedroom walls. having a change of heart. expressing individuality.

TAGGED BY:  nobody, i wanted to do it yolo TAGGING:   @antieye / @blondbandit , @psychosings , @sillyevil , @starbuckskeptic , @comiiics , @truthchild , @lunarcries , @shadowtongued

[jazzrj]

I like the idea od raising truth like a child. #poem #poetry #magneticpoetry #magneticpoemoftheday #poetrymagnets #writing #mine #truthchild

[teleglitch-a-blog]

@truthchild

       ❝  so  the  moral  of  the  story  is  like  ----  ❞  he  interrupts  himself  when  he  feels  the  familiar  wet  drip  from  the  back  of  his  head.  he  never  expects  it,  there’s  no  warning  signs  before  it.  there’s  no  sharp  pain  or  strange  feeling  before  it  hits,  not  like  with  the  usual  sort  of  things.  it’s  subtle,  feels  like  a  needle  pricking  him  before  the  blood  starts  to  soak.  heart  begins  to  race  at  the  sight  of  it  (  he  wishes  red  was  a  color  washed  out  of  his  vision  sometimes  ).  panic  rises  and  he  tries  to  remind  himself  it’s  fine.  it’s  not  hurting  him,  it  won’t  kill  him,  he  just  has  to  ignore  everything.  

           ❝  um,  ❞  voice  cracks,  hints  of  clear  anxiety,  but  he’s  trying  to  continue  like  it’s  fine.  it’ll  pass  in  a  few  minutes.  he  hopes  anyway.  ❝  the  ----  i  ------  ❞  breath  uneven  and,  while  lee’s  never  been  the  most  still  person,  his  body  language  is  more  frantic  than  usual.  ❝  i’m  sorry,  i  totally  forgot  what  we  talking  about.  ❞  he  never  knows  if  it’s  the  anxiety  that  clouds  his  mind  or  the  fact  he’s  bleeding  from  where  his  head  should  have  been  cracked  that  makes  his  memory  less  than  desirable  during  these  moments.  not  that  he  tries  to  put  too  much  focus  on  it.  it  just  tends  to  scare  him  more.  

[kingantagonist-a]

❦ who doesn't love a soft cryptid

YOU  RIGHT  !

[farmlien]

I always thought that the point of glasses just being his disguise is that he is more a symbol than a person when he’s superman,,, like people recognize the suit and cape, not the face

oh yes, absolutely yes! as many people have said more eloquently than me before, no one ever thinks about superman actually being among them. superman is all about looking up in the sky  ----  he’s grand, he’s larger than life. he’s an ideal, and ideals aren’t supposed to be like everyone else. they’re better because they’re apart. it’s why clark can remove his glasses in a crowded space, quip ‘i get that all the time’ when someone remarks his resemblance to the man of tomorrow. because clark’s just a man, an average joe, doing the same daily grind as everyone else.

[butmad-blog]

35, 37!

35. How does your character behave around people they like?

amleth,  tbh,  has layers to his personality  just because of how  eccentric and multifaceted he is?  growing up,  he kinda learned the ins and outs of the social game,  and therefore sorta figured out what kind of personality people best respond to  / how to  present himself in order to make friends easily?   that being said,  amleth is kind of a huge jokester and nerd around people he likes.  he loves to tease, to irritate, to play around  –  it sorta reminds him of the happiness in his childhood,  with yorick.  however,  if amleth really does like someone  –  on a much deeper level;  horatio, for example   –  then he’ll more easily be contemplative and just sad around them.

the reason that this is is because growing up,  his hyperemotional personality was often frowned upon by his own parents and those around him,  leaving him with the idea that his emotions were incorrect.  this led to several unhealthy coping mechanisms,  et cetera.   so if amleth allows himself to be truly vulnerable around someone, if he allows them into his innermost thoughts and allows them to take part in his suffering,  that’s how you can tell he really likes them and is fond of them.  there’s a genuine trust he’s  holding out,  there,  because he expects not to be spurned by that person unlike the way people have spurned him in the past.   again,  horatio is a prime example of this.

37. Is your character more concerned with defending their honor, or protecting their status?

honestly?  mostly the honor part,  but i’m also kind of leaning towards  neither of these? while amleth takes the responsibility of being a prince fairly seriously,  i think that he’d get along just fine if he wasn’t one, seeing as he doesn’t care if his entire reputation as prince is destroyed when he takes on the task of avenging his father.  however,  he does think very highly about the danish nobility,  and wants it to be in the right hands,  so it’s hard to say?    

just as well,  i do think that amleth has a certain degree of pride   –    hence,  “this is i,  hamlet the dane!”  in  5.1,   and  “you can fret me,  but you cannot play upon me” in 3.4 i think?  – because,  y’know,  naturally, he does have a little bit of dignity, and a shred of  self-esteem.    however,  at the same time,  amleth also displays at many points in the play a sort of lack of care for himself,  as if he doesn’t very much care what people think of him.  hence why he’s so nonchalant about people thinking that he’s crazy.   and we also see this when he says  “i do not set my life at a pin’s fee” (1.4?)  and   “that this too too sullied flesh would melt,  thaw,  and resolve itself into a dew.”  (1.2).     yet at the same time,  amleth feels the need to strike laertes back when he wounded him in their  duel,  so maybe that  could be a matter of the defense of his pride?

so,  yeah!  this one is kind of an undecided or neither.

[believertrue]

@truthchild

    HE  TURNED  HIS  HEAD  AND  GAVE  PAUSE  ,    the  earlier  clearing  of  his  throat  ,  the  addition  of  his  glasses  and  shuffling  in  his  bus  seat  proving  him  no  avail  in  gaining  better  understanding  of  the  cellphone  sitting  in  his  hand  .  and  to  think  ,  mulder  traversed  the  electronic  and  it's  software  more  often  than  scully  .  why'd  she  have  to  send  him  out  here  alone  again  ?  this  time  ,  agent  mulder  leaned  towards  his  younger  companion  in  the  window  seat  .     ❛     excuse  me  ––     ❜     he  roused  ,  not  wanting  to  scare  her  before  he  brought  his  phone  between  them  .     ❛     could  you  ,  ah  ,  help  me  with  this  camera  app  ?  it's  new  and  ...     ❜     he  didn't  understand  it  anymore  .  mulder  knitted  his  brows  as  he  stared  at  the  phone  screen  ,  a  sigh  escaping  his  nose  before  he  looked  off  to  the  girl  next  to  him  .