#truthchild

[believertrue]

“This was you?” - truthchild :DD

THIS WAS YOU ? not accepting. @truthchild

    UNABLE  TO  DECIPHER  WHAT  SHE  DISCOVERED  ,    the  album  was  knabbed  from  her  after  he  perched  his  glasses  on  his  nose  .  after  dropping  them  in  his  youth  ,  of  course  they'd  come  back  to  haunt  him  as  he  grew  older  .  mulder  turned  a  page  or  two  ahead  ,     ❛     ––  huh  .  yeah  ,  that's  me  ...  didn't  realize  i  still  had  this  .     ❜     there's  a  pause  before  mulder  came  to  an  old  black  and  white  baby  photo  of  featuring  both  mother  and  son  .  he  pointed  it  back  to  emily  .     ❛     there's  my  mom  .  this  book  ,  uhm  ...  i  got  it  after  she  passed  .     ❜

[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.

[manwithout-archive]

❝           I DIDN’T KNOW YOU WERE UP.          ❞           an artificial stiffness holds him up upright,   jaw  &  fists hooking pains back.   the scent of his own blood stings the air,   intermixed with rain   &   metal   &   exhaust   &   the CITY.   he focuses on blocking it out,   focuses instead on HER.  her scent,  her heartbeat.  pounding soft against his ears.   easier that way,  to grit his teeth   &   downplay the wounds.   the city had been heavy,   thick with that feeling of WAITING,   WAITING,   WAITING  for something to go wrong.   it had been holding itself on edge,  ribs expanded  /  lungs tight,  the doors locked   &   the heads down,   the rain a chorus of GO HOME that only a few didn’t follow.   only a few,   then,   who wanted to pick fights with him,   but one of them had a gun,   &  he hadn’t been fast enough,   &  he can feel the bullet under the skin,   shifting,   burrowed,   WRONG,   but she doesn’t need to know that.   his hands come up,  mask clasped in one,   his steps slow   &   controlled.   I’M FINE.          ❝            sorry,   did i wake you ?          ❞

@truthchild         :          ♡.

[scorpiondriver-blog]

@truthchild

   he’s debating on talking to her at all, noticing that she’s by her lonesome. it’s getting late outside. no one else seems to be around her. maybe the girl’s waiting for a ride or something. she’s young, looks to be in her twenties, can probably fend for herself. and yet... by nature he’s stepping forward, almost cautiously and shyly.

   “--are you waiting for your someone to pick you up?”

[butmad-blog]

" do you believe in love? "

     WHAT WAS LOVE?   love is a mother’s smile,   her manicured hand  resting  solidly on your shoulder  as she congratulates you on a job well done.    it’s a father’s  worn smile;   no word is said,   but you know what it means.       love is turning the corner  and peeking around to watch  ophelia open the letter you’ve left her,    watching as her lovely face lightens in pure joy as she reads your words.     love is the feeling of almost unbearable warmth in your chest  when  horatio’s  fingers  brush your own,    the way he looks at you like he’s really listening.            to amleth,  love is both exciting and miserable.   it’s something abstract you can’t look up in the library  or  practice  until  you  perfect it.   it’s not something his  words  can  grasp;   it’s not something the  wide - reaching mind can simply  contain.   

to amleth,    love is  a frightening  enigma.    and didn’t that make it all the more desirable   as  a  pioneer of this  great  plain of an earth?

  amleth seems to think,    just  think,    for a long moment.   it was as if he were sitting in front of an assembly  of  professors,   and the answer to the question held his reputation and  life  at the end of it       instead of what the occasion was,   which was a simple inquiry over coffee.    (  he did that.   oh,   what a deathly  serious,   troubled man this could be.  )         “love …    love is abstract,   but it’s.   very real.”    the man thinks for a long moment  once more,   gathering thought.    he poses a question:    “–     how can i not believe in a feeling?     that’s  like  saying one doesn’t believe in  …   sadness,  or happiness.”     he pauses.     “i love my mother,   my.   family.    i do love my friends.   perhaps i don’t believe in … absolute  love,    but yes.      yes,   love is as real as the rest.    i suppose  that’s all  i’m trying to say.” 

[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. 

[teleglitch-a-blog]

“Don’t worry about the bruises.”

angst 

      ❝  ha.  well  too  late.  ❞  his  tone  is  teasing,  but  the  words  are  honest.  telling  lee  not  to  worry  is  like  telling  george  r.r  martin  to  finish  the  next  book  —–  not  likely  to  happen  anytime  soon.  especially  when  it  comes  to  her,  he’s  got  a  soft  spot  (  well,  softer  than  usual  )  when  it  comes  to  her.  it’s  almost  habit  to  try  and  get  a  better  look,  but  his  hands  hover  above  her  bruises.  doesn’t  dare  actually  touch  her  on  the  chance  she’s  uncomfortable  about  it.  touch  is  still  a  thing  he’s  trying  to  figure  out  with  her.  

        he’s  trying  to  be  gentle  about  the  whole  situation.  he  doesn’t  want  to  risk  coming  off  too  strong.  ❝  so,  ❞  he  straightens  his  stance,  hands  shoving  themselves  back  into  his  sweater  pockets,  ❝  wanna  talk  about  what  happened?  ❞  if  anyone  understands  not  wanting  to  talk,  though,  it’s  him.  even  about  the  most  simple  things,  so  he  won’t  hold  it  against  her  if  she  decides  on  silence.  ❝  if  not,  that’s  cool.  ❞  a  hum  to  his  voice  and  a  roll  of  his  shoulders  before  he  continues,  ❝  at  least  be  honest  if  it’s  alright  or  not  ‘cause  you  know,  ❞  a  beat,  ❝  i  got  your  back.  ❞

[cleverwitched-archive]

'you have a cute laugh.’

         SHE BLUSHES, roses unfurling upon apple-round cheeks. such a pretty thing !! flattered and flushed. blonde lashes flutter, her gaze lowering briefly as a smile forms.      ❛   ――  THANKS.  ❜ 

WAYS TO SAY “I LOVE YOU”   /   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 

[believertrue]

💪 - Pick my muse up / truthchild ❤️

TOUCH STARVED. not accepting. @truthchild

    IT  WASN'T  LIKE  THEY  EVER  HAD  AN  OPPORTUNITY  LIKE  THIS  WHEN  SHE  WAS  YOUNG  ,    to  carry  her  to  bed  and  make  sure  she  had  a  pillow  to  rest  against  as  she  slumbered  .  perhaps  they  would've  encouraged  a  stuffed  toy  between  her  arms  and  make  sure  they  laid  out  her  blankets  in  just  the  right  order  she  enjoyed  ;  perhaps  they  would've  had  the  opportunity  to  be  real  parents  to  a  little  boy  and  girl  ...  that  just  wasn't  the  way  life  played  out  .  instead  ,  it  had  a  young  woman  stretched  out  along  their  couch  as  she  slept  in  a  position  that  made  mulder  envy  her  youth  .  he  would've  had  a  nice  back  ache  upon  waking  up  .  however  ,  luckily  for  emily  ,  she  wouldn't  have  to  face  that  possibility  .  carried  in  his  arms  ,  mulder  cautiously  brought  her  up  the  steep  stairs  of  the  quiet  home  .  bringing  her  right  into  the  bedroom  that  they  gladly  let  her  claim  ,  he  laid  her  out  onto  the  bed  within  .     ❛     goodnight  ,  em  .     ❜     he  murmured  to  her  sleeping  form  ,  making  sure  he  brought  a  blanket  over  her  chest  .  maybe  he  could  be  a  real  parent  yet  .

[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

[cleverwitched-archive]

☄☄☄!

AFTER THAT HALLOWEEN, allison suffers from mild insomnia due to anxiety.

ONCE SHE’S OUT LIVING ON HER OWN, allison never exactly owns a cat, but she does feed  ( and occasionally holds conversations with  ) any passing strays.

ALLISON ONCE gave max the cold shoulder for a few days due to him leaving a very noticeable hickey on her neck. she would still spend time with dani though.

SEND IN A  ☄ FOR A RANDOM HEADCANON  //  ACCEPTING.