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dollypopup · 3 days

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Forgive the rant, but it's been weighing heavy on my heart. So much of the speculation of the Lady Whistledown reveal is the nail biting of 'Oh, I hope it's not too bad for Pen!' or justifying how her actions as LW actually weren't that bad in hopes to minimize the fallout

But there seems to be so little care to the fact that Penelope hiding it from him is going to break Colin's heart.

He is so elated to be with Penelope because he feels like this is the one person he can truly unmask with, that he can reveal all his cards to, and be accepted, and he is going to realize that is a one sided feeling in his relationship. Not only did Penelope feel she couldn't unmask in the past, but she feels she cannot do so even after their engagement. Even after he has reassured her of how much he cares for her and how much he trusts her.

I know everyone wants to skip over the angst of it and get to the 'oh look, they're so happy in love!' but y'all

Penelope is going to hurt him. He put his heart in her hands and she's going to crush it. He's going to have to look in the eye the fact that she didn't trust him enough to inform him of this very large part of her life, and he's going to understand that she kept it from him purposefully. Yes, she has her reasons, but like. . .that's painful. It's a slap in the face. Is it fully understandable her not telling him right after he asks? Or before? Of course! A lot happened! She had the most intimate experience of her life in the back of that carriage, and she'd gone through a lot of ups and downs that night, but after that excitement simmered and she had a chance to breathe, she should have told him.

But she doesn't.

Worse, she decides he simply doesn't have to know.

The fact that Eloise has to put an ultimatum on it at all is proof of that. Colin is falling in love with half of Penelope, and she's making it so that he does so on purpose. She is actively hiding half of herself from his eyes, and regardless of reason, when one party of the relationship is open and vulnerable, and the other is secretive, the secretive party is doing their partner a disservice.

Right now the person who has poured the work into the relationship is Colin. He has confessed his feelings first, he made all the big moves, he openly declared his interest in her, he proposed, he proved to her that he finds her desirable, he has hit every single love language in the BOOK. He's said repeatedly how wonderful she is, he's given her an engagement ring, bought them a house, he's chased down her carriage, he asked for those lessons to spend more time with her, he's had physical touch aplenty.

But I feel like so much of us as an audience are riding on the fact that we know Penelope has pined for Colin for a long time, and not understanding that Colin does not know that. And even if he does, she has not shown him that she loves him.

And I need to see Penelope pour into him an equitable amount as he's poured into her. They're both two people who embody 'I want to be so full of love, I forget what it's like to be hungry', and we forget that both of them have been denied affection. This fandom sympathizes the most with Penelope to the point where we don't want to see that Colin has also been pushed to the wayside. This man is starving for love and romance. Not just to love, but also to be loved.

People forget that Colin has been denied affection from his family, from his sexual experiences, even from Penelope. She didn't write back to him the same way his siblings didn't. Colin has been disparaged in his household, too. He's been made to feel like a burden, like he has no right to family funds, hell, he was all but called a pathetic virgin in Season 1 by his own brother, the head of his household, and his mum and Daphne and Anthony all assumed that he needed his messes cleaned up for him and he says aloud no one takes him seriously.

I want to see Colin be loved. I need to see it.

It's not a scorecard, I get that, but if you look at it objectively, Colin has done so much in his relationship with Pen, and she's lying to him. She's keeping from him a secret that reinforces what others have said of him: that he's gullible, naive, too trusting, someone that needs his muck ups solved for him, just a foolish boy caught up in his fantasies. And when the truth of Penelope's deception comes out, and he's going to question if all those people were right all along, and questioning his trust in himself (because, mind, this is the second woman who has said she loves him and has been keeping a huge secret from him, if that happened to me, I'd be closing my heart off for a very long time), he's going to need her to mend the wound that she'll pry open.

Colin said a hurtful thing about Penelope in Season 2, and then spent Part 1 of Season 3 soothing the pain that caused her. Now, Penelope is doing a hurtful thing to Colin, and she will have to heal that hurt, too. He is a tender, soft-hearted person who trusts her completely, and is falling arse over elbow for her, only to then get tripped up on her own web of wires and do a barrel roll in the dirt. And I know they'll choose each other, I know.

But after she helps him up, I need to see Penelope romance Mr. Bridgerton, assuredly, fervently, loudly.

Because he deserves to be.

#colin bridgerton #polin #bridgerton #penelope featherington #lady whistledown #i just love colin and i want the world for him #i adore him so much #he is so relatable to me in a way so few characters are and it is important for him to have a beautiful love story #right now he's a prince in penelope's tale but why shouldn't HE be wooed too? why can't we acknowledge that she has the power to hurt him?#and hurt him deeply?#and that if she hurts him deeply she needs to make it right?#the same way he did?#and frankly his harm was considerably less painful than hers #idk i just want more for him than one episode of 'you made me feel bad' and then kiss about it #if you don't come to sweep this man off his feet penelope i will do it MYSELF

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meanbossart · 2 days

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Just thinking thoughts about Orin and Drow lore, and idk if this has been asked already, but

If Orin had just disappeared for like a year, not even Sceleritas could find her, with how obsessive pre-tadpole Drow was how would he handle that? Aside from being prideful and murdery, I don’t remember in the pre-tadpole Drow lore about any instance (after he made it to the temple) of him expressing anything else. Did the two ever have a wholesome moment?

Hmmmm not wholesome, no. I'm sorry to disappoint people who might wanted to see a more explicitly vulnerable side to both of them at that stage in their lives, but that's just not... How I envision things. I don't think anyone born into the temple would have had much room to express themselves in the way average people do.

What they did have was an undeniable connection and mutual understanding. This lasted for about 7 years, so between ages 18-25 for DU drow. (Canonically he's currently 28, give or take). I think that, sometimes, they also silently understood among themselves that things weren't always fair or good.

This might sound like a whole load of nothing to some people, but based on the culture within the cult, Orin's story, and the behavior of everyone involved in it, it seems huge to me that two people who were essentially groomed to be the embodiment of murder would harbor any kind of care for one another, even if it was subtle. The fact that they could share a bed, talk shit about Sarevok, and seamlessly work together and share in the glory of their deeds as equals is what intimacy looked like for them - before DU drow's ego (and the very need of a more explicitly intimate connection with someone, to be fair) got to his head.

They killed together, they rolled around in blood together, they bickered and fought and one time Orin stabbed him in the gut and DU drow punched her jaw out of it's socket. Then they flopped down on the ground and cackled about it while Sceleritas rushed in to stop the bleeding. Is that wholesome? I think for deified bhaalspawn who know nothing but that life it's the closest it gets.

There had to have been quiet moments I'm sure. Like Orin waiting around while DU drow got ready to go somewhere, him adjusting her headpiece, Orin slicing her brother's long hair off when he first arrived and looked like some sort of sinewy wood's creature. At night, they probably laid in bed in silence and sometimes stared at each other until either fell asleep.

I am very interested in not inventing an obscured, soft side to Orin that we didn't get to see, you know? While she wasn't always the level of manic we see in-game, she was completely unfit to function normally due to her upbringing, and this reflects in her relationships. DU drow is also undeniably emotionally stunted, just in a slightly different way.

I got off rambling to no one's surprise LOL but to answer the first part of your question - I don't think he would have been quite as dramatic about Orin just up and vanishing, as there's no explicit suggestion of death in that. He would have been insufferable to be around for a while, but in that scenario I could see his duties keeping him busy.

Not to mention that, while through death, she would be leaving him unwillingly - disappearing with no trace implies the uncomfortable possibility that she truly, honestly, just didn't want to be around him. That allows room for contempt and bitterness to fester until you wrongly convince yourself there was never any love there at all, even if just to soothe your own conscience.

He would have just become a much, much worse person that way in the sense that he would have nothing to focus on besides for his lord's will - as horrific as his attitude towards Orin was, it is very much a human feature to desperately cling to connection. With Orin around, he had a little bit of fucked up tenderness and love in him - it was a personal desire completely separate from his "job", a vestige of free-will. Without her, he just has Bhaal and whatever Bhaal wants.

Orin has always unwittingly anchored him, and then, later freed him. And he never ever deserved any of it.

🤷

#ask #du drow lore #orin the red #bg3 spoilers

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peyotebritta · 2 days

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What are people's take on this? The pyramids in the background seem to support the Sutekh theory or are they just mountains?. Triad = Pyramids. Sue's Tech = Sutekh ( a stretch, I know but the Osirans do have advanced tech to rival the time lords). Maybe Susan is a (unwitting) servant of Sutekh like this guy in Pyramid of Mars whose face we never saw:

Looking at the promo pictures, it struck me how similar this image is to Sutekh's time corridor:

Additionally, we see this sand/dust cloud in the trailer. Sutekh wanted to turn all existence to dust:

We know an ancient evil will be awoken from within UNIT using TRIAD technology. Sutekh has been trapped since ancient antiquity but almost escaped in 1911 from a time corridor in UNIT's basement. but the Doctor forced him to age 7000s years, presumably killing him. But if not, he could certainly qualify as The One Who Waits.

We also know S Triad = TARDIS which seems to suggest time lord technology or something similar. If she used a prototype that went wrong, it could have scattered her across time without her knowing and she's experiencing her other lives as dreams.

We also have the matter of the Doctor's TARDIS acting strange, perhaps TRIAD Technology is siphoning energy or life from the Doctor's TARDIS In order to work

Additionally thoughts:

we have a new Tales of Tardis episode airing the day before the finale that will feature Ncuti Gatwa and Millie Gibson. I'm assuming they will be in the Memory Tardis, which we know feeds on stories. which could link to the tv show / unreality theory. Is the Memory Tardis Triad Tech? Maybe she is selling it as a commercial experience to relive memories but it's a Ghost Machine Doomsday situation and she doesn't truly know what she's messing with or that her dreams are actually happening irl as a side effect of using the tech.

Empire of Death- Sutekh is the god of death

Tom Baker is the only Doctor to not appear in Tales of the TARDIS, so the new episode will likely be a Fourth Doctor story. Pyramids of Mars is my bet but are there any credible ideas?

But how to reconcile this with the 'tv show in a tv show' theory and Ruby's parentage? And this is complicated by this claim from RTD that the finale will link back to the Pertwee era, suggesting someone like Omega? Or maybe Susan worked for UNIT back in the 70s and has been building the technology for 50 years andh as only now succeeded with the influence of TOWW.

Every clue seems to raise more questions. I'd love to get people's thoughts as I may be spiraling here.

One thing I am sure of? Susan Triad is not the one in control

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Today's Survivor request is 'Echo' for @animatedjen

Master Cordova joins Cal in the stacks of holobooks, the elder Jedi radiating such a sense of peace and belonging Cal can’t decide if he wants to ask how he does it or run away and hide in shame.

He takes the secret third option and simply says, “Hi.”

“Hello, my friend,” Master Cordova says. “I take it you are finding plenty to occupy your mind.”

BD laughs louder than Cal, and he dodges Cal’s half-hearted swat, leaping onto Master Cordova’s shoulders for cover. “Plenty, thank you,” Cal says.

BD does a jig and tells Master Cordova Cal wouldn’t know how to not occupy his mind even if his life depended on it.

“Well then, perhaps I can pick your mind for a while.”

“Sure, although I’m not sure there’s much I can tell you that you don’t already know. Unless it’s about Venator deconstruction. There’s a good chance I know more about that than most people.”

“If it’s alright with you, I wonder if I might make use of your psychometry.” Master Cordova holds up his hands. “Please, do tell me if I am stepping out of line. You owe me nothing, and I do not wish for you to feel like a performing bogling.”

Hearing Cal being compared to a bogling is apparently the funniest thing BD has ever heard, and he cackles so much he almost falls from his perch. Cal shakes his head, promises Master Cordova it’s fine, and follows him to a small chamber off to the side of the main archive. Inside, a small collection of artifacts awaits them. An Anchorite bows, wishes them both a good day in a melodic voice, and slips out to leave the three of them alone. Master Cordova shows him what appear to be Zeffo artifacts – Cal recognises the art style and the script. While BD scans, Cal runs his hand over them, echoes singing as they always do. Those on the surface belong to Master Cordova and shimmer with the excitement of discovery. Diving deeper, Cal reaches further into the past. There, deeper down, the original carver’s emotions. Pride at being asked to create an image of the Sage Eilram, the Life Wind guiding mind and hands to create perfection. Cal reports his findings to Master Cordova. “Sorry, nothing to say where the Zeffo went.”

Master Cordova shakes his head. “I expected nothing of the kind. Now, may I ask for one more?” This time, the artifact he reveals is distinctly Jedi in origin.

A lightsaber hilt. Its ostentatiously curved hilt and intricate carvings suggest it is a relic of a bygone age, even more bygone than the one Cal grew up in. Lightsabers were sleek, functional from what he remembers. This? This is art. Curious, Cal touches it.

She raises her weapon, a final salute to her enemy, to her Padawan, to the Force, to the Jedi Order who went to such pains to train her. The Sith are coming, and she cannot allow them to pass. Deep breath. Release your fear. The Force is your ally, you are a conduit. She ignites a brilliant blue blade and swings into battle and –

His master is gone. Dead. Not even a body left to cremate. She took many of the Sith out with her, their bodies scattered where only her robes remained. He opens the lightsaber piece by piece and takes the crystal nestled within. Reconstructing it, he places it in its final resting place with all the other weapons of the honoured dead.

Cal opens his eyes. Master Cordova watches intently. Embarrassed to be the focus of such focused attention, Cal hands over the lightsaber hilt and shares its story. “Where did you find it?”

“In an ancient temple, one so old even my old friend Jocasta Nu knew little about it,” Master Cordova explains. “I found it in a small nook. There were many such nooks in the wall, but this was the only lightsaber that remained. Cal, the wars with the Sith are ancient. The echo remains that powerful?”

“Yes.”

Master Cordova seems delighted. “What a wonder it is to know that we truly do become part of the Force, immutable within it.”

“I’m sorry you can’t perceive it the way I can,” Cal says.

“Oh, my friend, there is no need to apologise! Just hearing about these few things is enough for me.”

A subtle, no, evil laugh emanates from a certain droid. Master Cordova could ask Cal to find more echoes in the room. In fact, Cal would love to do so, wouldn’t you, Cal?

Cal shrugs. “I don’t mind.”

Master Cordova lights up.

It’s Cere who comes to rescue Cal hours later. She suggests they all go for lunch, and subtly pulls Cal aside while Master Cordova and BD go on ahead. “Here.” She slips a pair of pills into his hand. “You don’t have a migraine, do you?”

He takes the pills, swallowing them dry. “Nah, just a headache,” he says honestly. “Takes a lot more these days to trigger anything more serious.”

She stares at him. He shrugs. “It’s been a while, Cere.”

“Too long,” she says, her hand squeezing his.

#fic requests 2024 #star wars jedi: survivor #jedi survivor spoilers #cal kestis #bd 1 #eno cordova #cere junda #you know master cordova would be desperate to make cal find as many echoes as possible #jedi survivor minific #jedi survivor headcanon

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fruitbasketball · 2 days

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Imagine telling larry bird to tell celtics fans to stop being racist and stop yelling shit at bill russell. Everyone knows general demographic male basketball fans are fucking awful people. A lot of them use homophobic and racist insensitive language and they have since forever. Some of them are fans of cc right now but not because they actually respect her but because she’s a tool for them to continue making fun of women’s basketball. And I’m sure she knows this. Go on nba twitter for 5 minutes and you’ll find the same thing but nobody does anything about it. I cannot think of one celebrity of her name recognition that has told a fanbase to shut up and it has worked.

She has received constant sexual abuse as well from them. It’s the way the internet works and it’s the way evil is and I’m black too so I obviously know how racism works before anything is said about that. I empathize with people mad at the situation and I’m not trying to deny the effects that it has had on other players but I wish we could be more understanding. Like she herself is not the problem. I know this kind of conversation will get us nowhere though

y’all are missing the point: i don’t give a shit if it works or not. TRULY. i give a shit that she has made no effort to distance herself from that narrative.

do not compare the wnba to the nba. what an embarrassingly bullshit false equivalency. the nba is a league that has consistently supported abusers and pedophiles and racists. i can acknowledge that: the men’s league is so fucked, and very few people in that league or associated with it have attempted to do anything about it.

but a league full of queer people and people of color simply cannot afford that luxury. they just can’t. and someone who is gearing up to be the face of that league cannot afford that luxury either.

yes - caitlin experienced something absolutely atrocious as well. but notice how her peers rallied behind her!! notice how several people spoke up about protecting young female athletes after that incident!! notice that the women in the league she plays in were ON HER SIDE.

i’ve been affording her grace since she played college ball but dude. enough is enough. shit like “we were competitors we both competed” just doesn’t cut it anymore. caitlin’s refusal to acknowledge race as a factor in these events is dangerous and harmful. point blank period.

#wbb #wcbb #wnba #iowa wbb #indiana fever #caitlin clark #ask

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https://www.tumblr.com/plentyoffandoms/751377037239975936/hi-hope-you-are-well-are-your-requests-open?source=share

I'm good thanks.

That's awesome to hear.

Can I request for Lord Alfred Debling. Please and thank you.

He finds a wife who is just as obsessed about astrology as he is about nature, which she also received ridicule for. The marriage was arranged but they bond over they're interests. She travels with him since she can use the stars to navigate. They eventually settle at his estate once she gets pregnant. They have the cutest litter of children running around. And they're just the sweetest family. The kids names are even themed to their interests.

Our Family

Lord Debling x f/Reader

Main Masterlist ♡ Bridgerton Masterlist

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs and photos do not belong to me. 1st gif @didanagy

Warnings. None

Requested by anonymous. I hope you like it, and such a cute idea

WC: 836

My wife and I were strolling in our garden, with our children running around. It was getting late in the evening, and it was the perfect time to look up into the night sky.

Our children were very excited as the night sky had no clouds and they could see the stars. They are also excited as the summer flowers are starting to bloom, and many bugs are starting to come out due to the warmer weather coming on.

My wife and oldest daughter, Ivy, were discussing their latest book they had read, and I was keeping an eye on the younger children, but their oldest brother, who is Ivy's twin, Berry was keeping them from wondering off.

When I first met my darling wife all those years ago, I was not happy. My parents and her parents got together and arranged our marriage.

Her and I are considered odd in our society as my love of nature and her love of astrology. Most people could not wrap their heads around it.

Our parents were concerned that my way of life at the time was no means for a lady. I was leaving after the wedding and her staying at our estate, but not her.

She joined me on my adventures, getting to know the real me, and I got to know her. I showed her the beauty in our world, and she showed me the beauty of our vast sky.

The first few days into my trip, I became concerned that we were getting lost, but she showed me how to navigate with the stars.

I truly became memorised by her, and I slowly fell in love with the woman my parents arranged for me to marry.

Once she became pregnant, I decided that it was time for us to settle at our estate and start to make a home worthy of our children.

Archer and Basil ran past me, laughing, bringing me out of my memories.

"Now boys, please watch where you are going." I said to them, not wanting to ruin their fun, but for then not to get hurt or hurt one of their siblings.

"Yes, father." They muttered before running off, playing some game of tag that is only between the two of them.

I helped my wife up the hill, as she was once again pregnant, but our sweet little Cordelia came rushing down the hill, wanting to help her mother up the hill.

Cordelia is the youngest at four years of age and is excited to be a big sister.

My wife sat down on the bench I had placed here not long after we came home.

"Now, you all know the rules. No fighting, no shoving, no yelling. We all get a turn." I didn't like to impose 6 many ruled on my children as our society does that already, but after the first time we did this, and the telescope got broken, their mother and I knew that some rules had to be put in place.

I stood next to the telescope as our children, from oldest to youngest, looked up into the night sky, completely in awe.

Ivy, Berry, Aurora, Archer, Basil, our other set of twins, Willow, Jupiter, Celeste, and Cordelia all took their turns, then rushed to their mother's side, asking her questions.

"Now, now, my darling children, it is your mother's turn." I said as they parter for me to get to her, to help stand her up from the bench.

"Take your time, dear. We have all night." She gave me a soft smile and leaned into look into the telescope. Our children ran off to play the scavenger hunt game I made for them before we came out here.

They had to find a certain bug or plant and cross it off their list. I even drew pictures next to what they need to be looking for.

Once, I knew the children were occupied, safe, and having fun, which I could tell by the squeals of laughter coming from around our garden, I wrapped my arms around her waist and placed my head on her shoulder.

"Oh, Alfred, it is just beautiful." She said as she straightened and leaned back into my arms.

"Not as beautiful as you, my beautiful wife."

"You shush now, husband. You are going to make me become vain with all your praises." Her and I laughed at that.

I turned her around in my arms so we were facing one another, I kissed her while placing my hand on her stomach, her and I was giggling at feeling our newest one kicking.

"Oh gross, they are kissing again." I heard Archer say before running off.

"How about when we are done here, and they are put to bed, you and I have some fun our bedroom."

"It's like you are trying to get me pregnant, even though I am already pregnant." She teased.

"We make lovely children." I told her.

"That we do Alfred, that we do."

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a-dumb-sarcastic-bisexual · 2 days

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These Clone Wars headcanons are long overdue

I saw someone say Anakin couldn’t have taught Ashoka everything cause that man’s stiff as a damn board and I laughed my ass off cause they were right but then it got me thinking that this would be a perfect moment for Ahsoka to teach Anakin something

So she gently persuades him and by that I mean she forces him to do some simple stretches in the morning nothing too bad just stuff you’d probably do before gym class and after a while it kinda becomes a pseudo-joined meditation for them

After a while when Anakin started becoming more comfortable with the stretches she started teaching him yoga which he quickly fell in love with cause he found it was one of the few things that calmed him down as traditional meditation should

When Ahsoka stopped being Anakin’s padawan in the cannon timeline or in my delusional timeline where they both left the order and everyone’s happy he had to find something else to call her and for the first couple of months he would always introduce her starting with “my”

The nicknames would usually fall into one of two categories the first being the unhinged nicknames like “my little hell-raiser” or “my little desert storm” and then there are the cute and sappy ones like “my little Soka” or his personal favorite “my little sister”

And with the last one people would ask “Oh is she adopted” and while Anakin could go the normal route and say yes he would instead go his route and look at the person like they’re crazy and say “No why do you ask?”

Which leads me to my next headcanon of you know when people say “If you spend enough time with something you’ll start to resemble it” Well that kinda happens with Obi-Wan Anakin and Ahsoka

In the beginning they all looked as different as a group could look but after a while people started to notice their eyes looked weirdly similar and they held themselves in the same way and their facial expressions mimicked each other and oh my force when did they start looking related?

And this works in their favor later on when they leave cause remember yall they all left and lived happily ever after…

Anyway it works out for them cause when Anakin reiterates “No we’re all siblings” people don’t even think about it they just kinda accept it and move on cause the galaxies in shambles and weirder shit has happened

Even though Ahsoka blames Anakin for crashing everything he’s ever flown it doesn’t truly bother her the risky moves and “fancy flying” become predictable after a while and weirdly comforting

It should concern her that barrel rolls and 90-degree drops are more soothing to her than a trained pilot who flies by the book cause yeah sure the flight is smooth but will the pilot make jokes while they’re being shot down

It is a truly hilarious show of fate that Anakin Skywalker got put in charge of the biggest adrenaline junkie this side of the galaxy and even though they both know this fact neither one of them will mention it

Ahsoka’s just grateful to experience the feeling of a rollercoaster without ever being on one and Anakin’s grateful to finally find someone who just nags him when they freefall instead of screaming at the top of their lungs or puking when they land

Ahsoka will jokingly rat out Anakin to Obi-Wan when he picks on her it’s not uncommon for the older Jedi to hear things like “Master, Anakin keeps floating my sabers to the ceiling” or “Master, I can’t find my headwrap and Anakin’s hiding again can you help me look”

Just funny little tidbits throughout the day and sometimes council members will hear those anecdotes and for some reason they think “Oh she’s willing to rat him out for real” which has led to some council members asking her the bigger questions

Like “Where was your master last night we tried hailing him but he didn’t answer?” and when Ahsoka responds with “Oh he’s been in his room all night tinkering with his arm” they correct her and say that the guards never reported him returning from a late-night excursion

She’ll come up with something like “Oh he left? Well I’m sorry masters I never saw him go and I could have sworn I heard him” which is a lie she told him to say hi to Padme as he left and the only thing she heard that night was her music

But for some strange reason the council decides to believe her cause even though she’s Anakin’s padawan she has a strangely trustworthy face and has a wrap sheet of throwing him under the bus in the past

Little do they know she wouldn’t sell him out for real and Anakin pays loyal people generously and by that I mean baked goods and boba and her favorite movie being played while they eat dinner

I don't know what it is about Anakin that gives me morning-person vibes but he just does now I’m not saying he’s like super bubbly in the morning but being up at five am when no one else is around just soothes him for some reason

This however doesn’t stop him from staying up late to work on some projects or having a movie marathon with Ahsoka it just means those things are infrequent

Obi-Wan and Ahsoka on the other hand feel like night owls to me the duo has so much going on throughout the day and while they’re both extroverts at heart nighttime is when they really unwind and get to relax

All this to say it’s very funny imagining the normally broody Anakin smiling serenely at six in the morning barely needing a cup of caf while the normally happy duo of Ahsoka and Obi-Wan are reduced to grumbling grumpy messes that are death-gripping their cups of caf

The Jedi don’t say “I love you” at least not in the normal way that everyone else does instead he makes snacks for his padawan while she frantically studies for a test that she forgot about or they say things like “Hey master I think I figured out why your prosthetic keeps locking up”

Or one of them discovers his favorite tea in his cupboard after the younger two come back from a mission but he knows they were stationed three star systems away from where the tea is normally sold

Or the younger coming home from the same mission to find that all the chores they couldn’t do were taken care of

You know the minuscule things that most people wouldn’t bat an eye at but to each other mean the world

#star wars #the clone wars #star wars clone wars #star wars headcanons #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #obi wan kenobi #padmé amidala #snips and skyguy #sorry these took forever #I got thrown a million curveballs in the past two weeks #just some normal drama here and there #school starting soon and me getting a new job all kinda hit me on the face and didn't let me get up until like yesterday #I'm just really happy and grateful for my support systems right now #but all this to say sorry for the wait and enjoy the sappy shit

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savagewildnerness · 5 hours

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I’ve been thinking about Rolin Jone’s adaptation of Interview with the Vampire and self acceptance.

Let’s look at our main characters: Louis, Lestat, Armand, Claudia and Daniel…

You may disagree with my pondering, but I’m really curious to hear anyone’s thoughts! I thought maybe we could have a little discussion...?

As I see it...

Louis: struggles to accept his full self.

- For all the anger and violence at the core of himself. He is afraid to look too far internally in case what he might find would be too terrifying, so instead he tries to be morally good in action.

Lestat: struggles to feel his self is worthy of love or acceptance from others.

- Lestat feels he is *too much* and there is something inherently *wrong* and flawed with himself. He accepts and likes himself, even while acknowledging (& often revelling in) his bad, evil and negative sides, but he struggles to feel he deserves love because of how often he has been told he is wrong and unloveable and because of the *evil* side he knows is part of him.

Armand: struggles to know who his self is.

- Armand has the most traumatic of all the vampires’ backstories. And not only that, but it was compounded by centuries of reinforcing the notion that his self doesn’t matter through serving in covens. Who truly is Armand? He never got a change to truly discover it. So he can only try to fill himself up with external input in whatever way - be it via the rules of some organisation or the input of one individual. The tragedy is, Armand has a lot of love to give and desperately craves to be loved, but he doesn't understand truly how to love or be loved, and how can he be loved when he doesn't know who he is?

Claudia: struggles to feel perceived for her full self.

- Made a vampire too young, but a full adult in her mind now; By both those who love her and even mores by anyone new she meets (at least initially), Claudia is most often spilt into either “child” or “monster” with nobody truly seeing her for all she is. (In a way Claudia’s struggles are similar to Lestat’s I feel, except you could call Lestat’s lesser as they are more related to love, whereas for Claudia it is more fundamentally getting anyone to even see *who* she truly is.)

Daniel: struggles to feel successful in relationships.

- Daniel has had a successful career. He knows himself and is secure in himself professionally. But he feels he has failed anyone he has loved. He feels he has failed in his relationships, failed with his children, failed to love others in the right way. What has his life outside his work been?

This could obviously be gone into in way more depth, including the impact of character’s race, the eras and societies and locations they were born into and their status in those eras when they were mortal, as well as their mortal experiences of love and trauma and acceptance… but I wanted to just keep it all as simple as I could.

I don’t know… I’m just wondering if by the end of the Vampire Chronicles, whether Rolin might have something to express about whether, given eternity, these immortal beings can ever fully truly accept the entirety of their selves…?

I'd love to hear people's thoughts on this or on any other themes if you'd like to share?

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rems-writing · 20 hours

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Brutal? Nah. Just caring. In an aggressive way

Trope: Sekhmet!Jongho x MoonKnight!reader

Context: Sekhmet is the Egyptian goddess of war, fire, and healing. She is known for her bloodlust and many people have suffered from her wrath and aggression. She was known as a symbol of great power and authority.

@newworldnet

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Thank you to @ja3hwa and @acupoftaewithsomesuga for helping me deliberate on which god goes with which member

Includes: a lot of mentions about blood, platonic!Jongho, and gn!reader

To clear up any confusion, Jongho will be referred as he/him/his whenever no one is speaking. Only the reader (mainly), Moon Knight, and Khonshu will refer to Jongho as she/her whenever they mention Sekhmet's name. After all, I want to stay as truly accurate as much as possible despite this being a work of fiction

ENJOY :D

You just wanted to relax with your twin brother. You and Marc were finally able to live freely after having to deal with Arthur Harrow and Ammit, the crocodile goddess that judged people unfairly and sent them to an early death despite barely starting their lives and having yet to commit any crimes. The scales she used determined those poor souls' fates early on.

Good thing you two were able to stop her before anything disastrous occurred.

As you two were chilling in Steven's (with a V) flat in London, you got up to put your empty mug in the sink. You looked up briefly at jumped at the sight of Khonshu looming over you in the reflection of the window. You scowled and turned around to look up at him.

"The fuck do you want now, you old bird?" You deadpanned. Khonshu was the Egyptian god of the moon and justice. He should be standing tall, way too proud, and definitely way too cocky.

So why on earth was he standing there, trembling like a leaf?

As he weakly clutched his staff, he looked towards Marc, who was also deadpanning at him. The god laughed nervously and spoke in that annoyingly godly voice of his.

"Y/N. Marc. Can't an old god just visit his former avatars for the sake of it?"

You and Marc exchanged a look briefly looking back up at the god.

"You honestly think we'll believe you when you claim to visit out of friendship and kindness? Ever since we decided to no longer be your avatars, you have successfully fucked off from our lives. Why come back to us now?"

Khonshu sighed and set his staff down on the floor before looking at the both of you.

"You know that I would never come back to you since I respected your decision to back out. A deal is a deal after all. However, there is a reason as to why I came back to you."

"This better be good, you old bird."

The familiar British accent spoke and you turned, seeing how Steven had fronted. You guessed Marc didn't want to deal with Khonshu.

And you couldn't blame him.

Khonshu sighed wearily as he found an empty chair and sat in it. It was weird seeing a god sit down yet here he was.

"There's been a string of attacks lately. Massive amounts of bloodshed everywhere. And it has been committed by one person and one person only. I don't know the gender of this person, but... I recall seeing the outline of a lioness's head glowing brightly as the person's fists are dripping with blood. I figured it would be the avatar of another god or goddess so I tried to stop them myself. However, I have failed..."

A loud gasp escaped your mouth as you saw Khonshu open his robe slightly to reveal that his side had been pierced. Remnants of ichor (the golden blood of any mythological god or goddess) were stained on his clothes but for the most part, he patched up the wound well.

As far as you and your brother know, avatars, including Harrow himself, never made a god bleed. Only other gods and goddesses can make each other bleed.

"Wait a minute... you're saying an average human being made you bleed?"

Steven was puzzled as well. He observed the wound and was slightly worried for the moon god. Despite their differences, this situation was worrying.

"I couldn't believe it as well! However, this is evidence." Khonshu said solemnly.

"Well... this is new. Not only is Khonshu, the ever so cocky god, afraid for his life, but he got hurt in the process."

"You don't think Ammit is back right?"

"No no. She's gone. This must be the work of someone else."

As you and Steven racked your brains together, you looked back at Khonshu and felt bad for him. Just a little bit.

"Hold on... Khonshu, didn't you say you saw the outline of a lioness head?"

The god nodded slowly.

"You see, while Ammit was technically part lion, she only had the hindquarters of a lion. None of the other gods and goddesses from the Ennead have some type of physical form of a lion or lioness, whether it would be a partial form or an entire form."

You could never get tired of Steven's brain and his endless knowledge of Egyptian mythology. As you listened carefully, you wrote down some notes.

"This means that this person you saw? If they were able to make you bleed, that means they are simply in a human disguise, not using a random human as their avatar. My question is now... who is this god or goddess in disguise? As I said before, I know for a fact it is no one from the Ennead."

"None of the past avatars had outlines of god or goddess heads before. I feel like we're dealing with an older deity. Thing is... I don't know who."

"You're absolutely right, love."

You grinned sheepishly to yourself as Steven complimented you. You knew Steven liked you, but you politely shut him down and he took the rejection well.

One, your brother wouldn't approve since Steven already kissed his wife and he definitely didn't want him to be around you.

Two, you already have a boyfriend. His name is Song Mingi.

As you continued your research, Steven gasped. Both in excitement and horror.

"I think I know exactly who attacked you, Khonshu."

"I have a feeling as well but please tell me I'm wrong..."

Steven sadly shook his head as he pointed to an unfamiliar yet familiar picture of an old deity.

This deity had the body of a woman and her hands carried a staff and an ankh. As your eyes trailed upwards, they widened.

Now you see why both Steven and Khonshu were afraid and were on the same page.

"No... it's not possible! I thought she was done with slaughtering humanity!" You exclaimed.

"I thought so too. But somehow, she has come back." Khonshu said sadly. "Now you understand why I came to you. You two are the only ones strong enough to take her down. If you can do me this favor, I will leave you alone for the rest of eternity."

Instead of Steven fronting, it was Marc this time.

"Well then... time to face the almighty goddess of war. Sekhmet."

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Once more, you two were in the ceremonial suits that Khonshu had provided you when he first saved you. You surveyed the city from below while Marc and Steven surveyed from above. You were on the lookout for anyone that had the outline of a lioness head glowing brightly. As Khonshu said, the gender of the person that Sekhmet chose was unknown so for you and Marc, it could be anyone! As you observed some more, your phone vibrated in your pocket, indicating that Mingi sent you a message. You decided to open it and see what he sent you. Your heart melted at the message.

Mingi: Hey. I hope you and Marc are doing well. I know facing an old goddess isn't easy, especially when you never really wanted to be that moon god's avatar anymore. However, this is important from what you told me over the call earlier. If this Sekhmet woman is on the loose, then you have to be extremely careful. I know you can handle yourself, but a goddess of war? That's definitely new. Stay safe. Remember. I love you always.

You called Mingi and told him that you were taking up the mantle of Khonshu's fist once more since Sekhmet was out and about killing people. Mingi disagreed at first but once you gave him the lowdown of what was happening, he reluctantly let you be.

After all, if a god can bleed, that truly meant no one is safe.

After sending a quick message back to Mingi, you put your phone away. Just in time as well since Marc told you over comms that he saw a suspicious silhouette enter an empty alleyway. You nodded and slinked into the shadows to follow the path until you reached the alleyway. You and Marc met up and you looked around the alleyway to see where this person had gone. You were baffled.

"Little sis. I swear I saw someone enter here." Marc claimed. You were about to say something when you saw a hand shoot out from the shadows.

"MARC, LOOK OUT!"

Too late. When Marc turned around, that hand grabbed your brother's neck and squeezed tightly. You got out your weapon and pointed it at the person that was lurking in the shadows.

"Show yourself! Before I show you the proper way to make a god bleed."

A dark chuckle echoed in the shadows as the person stepped out. You faltered for a moment before regaining your focus on Sekhmet's human disguise.

She picked a rather good one to say the least.

The man was dressed in black from head to toe and the suit clung to his burly body well. Bright orange eyes faded into a piercing dark brown and his jaw stayed clenched in both anticipation and aggression. Light brown hair was parted down the middle and styled in a way that made one side longer than the other. Almost like side swept bangs. The hand that was choking Marc was stained with blood.

"You dare defy a goddess such as I? You truly must be mistaken... Spector."

His voice was soft yet held such malice and venom. As he squinted his eyes at you, he stepped closer. You adjusted your weapon's position so it was pointed at his heart.

"Don't come any closer, Sekhmet. Let my brother go now."

"Why bother with my official name? You can simply call me... Jongho."

You narrowed your eyes at this Jongho man suspiciously. You never wavered as he stepped even closer. He was almost nose to nose with you yet he kept his distance.

"Fine. Answer me this then, Jongho. Why are you out here killing people left and right? Did you grow bored of living that mundane life with your husband and son? Yeah I know my history. Not all humans are dumb."

Jongho chuckled and finally let your brother go. He was gasping for air harshly and went beside you for better protection.

"Careful, sis. His hand strength is no joke. I thought my windpipe was going to get crushed!" He coughed and wheezed while Jongho rolled his eyes.

"You humans are so weak. You should be lucky that I let you go, other Spector." He growled and you swear the growl of a lioness as he spoke.

"As for you, I'll agree to disagree. Now that you've seen what I look like and what I can do, it's best that you stay out of my way. I want nothing to do with you nor the young god that occupies himself with the moon and his own silly version of justice."

You shook your head and pressed the tip of your sword to Jongho's heart a little bit harder.

"Oh we definitely will stay out of your way. No one could ever defeat a powerful goddess such as you. However, since you happen to be taking random human lives like back then, your presence, along with the bloodbath that trails behind you, has made you our concern. So while I'm being nice, you better tell us why you started killing humanity again."

What Marc, Steven, Khonshu, and Mingi admired about you most was your ability to stay calm, courteous, and polite even when faced with a deadly goddess. Despite the weapon raised at him, Jongho admired your professional bravery.

You definitely weren't afraid of death.

Jongho sighed lightly and raised his bloodied hands in surrender. Marc's eyes widened with surprise, Steven must've been cheering you on from the sidelines, and from a distance, Khonshu was relieved and shocked when he saw the deity surrender to you.

"I know that blade you carry can definitely hurt a god or goddess. Plus, your tone is rather respectful for someone who is a vigilante and has their weapon raised at me. For that, I will allow cooperation. I ask that you do not kill me."

"Even if I was allowed to, I can't. Your death would mean that humanity has free reign to do whatever they want without consequence. Ra, your father, created you for a reason. Even though you are mainly neutral, we need someone like you to keep that balance in check. So I won't kill you. However, I will hurt you if you step out of line."

A faint smile appeared on Jongho's face and you somewhat found his gummy smile adorable.

For a deadly goddess, she sure picked a cute looking man to disguise herself in.

"You truly are something else, Spector. Allow me to formally apologize for the bloodshed that has occurred as I continue to walk this Earth. As I said, I will allow cooperation. There is a reason why I have resorted to my ancient killing sprees."

You nodded, indicating that you, along with Marc, are listening to the ancient goddess. Jongho sighed and put his hands down. The anger and aggression that was once in his eyes turned into sadness, despair, and worry.

"Contrary to what you might think, I have not grown tired of the family life that I've established with my husband and son. I am happy to be a mother. In fact, I live on this very Earth with them. To humanity, we are two men that have adopted a beautiful young boy. I was out one day doing a bit of grocery shopping when I got a call from my husband. I figured that it would just be a regular phone call. But..."

Jongho's face darkened as he continued to speak.

"I heard cries for help. Both from him and my son. A grimy voice had ahold of my husband's cellular device and said something about delivering money in exchange for their lives. How greedy must humans be to kidnap innocent people just for green pieces of paper that hold value?! It makes me sick!"

As Jongho said that, he punched the brick wall behind him. A giant hole was left in the wall and he sighed in frustration as he shook his bloodied hand to get rid of any remnants left on his knuckles.

You swear you heard Khonshu whimper in fear from a distance.

You were going to tease him later about that.

"I understand now. You were trying to track down the people that kidnapped your family. When they gave you nothing or refused to answer, that's when you decided to kill them."

"You do?"

The goddess's manly voice was twinged with softness and care. You smiled to yourself on how motherhood had changed her throughout all this time.

"I'm not a mother myself, but I understand how important it is to protect your family. If you allow me, I will help you in making sure you guys are reunited safe and sound."

Jongho smiled once more and reached out to hug you. You were thrown way the fuck off as he hugged you so gently. Marc looked away and whistled awkwardly. When the beefy man let you go, he looked down at you.

"Thank you. I will let you know any details that might help."

"Sounds great."

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"So now we're going to save her family? Or his... I don't bloody know any more!"

Steven was trying to wrap his mind around the turn of events as the five of you drove down an empty street. You were currently on your way to the location where the goddess's family was being held hostage. Jongho chuckled at Steven's confusion.

"Young man, you may wish to address in any way possible. I have learned how to adapt to these changes. For example, in my human disguise, my pronouns are he/him. In my original goddess form, my pronouns are she/they. It is the year 2024. I may be an old goddess, but I keep up with the times."

The thought of an ancient goddess using pronouns made you smile. Times have definitely changed.

As you approached the location, which was just an abandoned warehouse, you turned around and laid down the plan to all of them. Marc and Steven agreed, Khonshu had some stupid questions, and Jongho simply nodded patiently. Once everyone had their weapons and powers set, you all exited the car and made your way inside the warehouse.

It was showtime.

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This was probably the easiest mission you and Marc have ever done in your entire life, especially with Sekhmet by your side.

Sekhmet dropped her human disguise and fought off the henchmen as herself, leaving you to be in awe at the way that she moves as she fights.

Khonshu swore he fell in love with Sekhmet. Another thing to add to the list of things to tease the moon god about.

Finally, you approached the mastermind behind this stupid kidnapping. You grew tired of his monologue so you sent Sekhmet, disguised as Jongho once more, to go in and snap his neck, to which he did easily.

After he dropped dead, you sent Marc and Khonshu to do a final sweep of the warehouse while you went with Jongho into the dark room that his family was in. Jongho held up a small flame in his hand and rose it to the air. The flame lifted from his palm and turned into a ball of light so the dark room finally lit up. He saw his family cowering in the corner and walked to them slowly.

"Hi, honey. I'm here."

Jongho's husband and son threw themselves into his arms and they cried tears of joy as they were reunited with him. Your heart swelled with adoration at the sight unfolding in front of you. The son must've noticed your presence since he saw you and hid away shyly. Jongho chuckled and patted his head.

"Come, little one. Say hi. This is Y/N Spector, one of Khonshu's old Moon Knights."

You waved politely while the child said hello quickly and quietly. Jongho's husband lifted his head and walked over to you before grabbing your hand and shaking it.

"Hello. My name is Ptah. I am the Egyptian god of creation. However, on this Earth, you may call me Yeosang."

The history books weren't lying when they said that Ptah was handsome.

Ptah's human disguise as Yeosang was utterly breathtaking.

Short wavy black hair, a statue-like face, a lean body with a bit of muscle, and a unique birthmark that was depicted as a pink splotch near the corner of his right eye.

"The child that is currently hiding behind my wife, or husband I should say, is Nefertum. His human name is Youngjae."

"It's nice to meet you both. Now come along. Let's take you guys home. Marc and Khonshu finished sweeping the area. It's clear."

The three of them nodded and followed you out of the warehouse.

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When you guys arrived at Jongho's flat, you told Marc and Khonshu to stay in the car while you went up with the family to make sure they were safe. While Yeosang and Youngjae went inside the bathroom to get cleaned up, Jongho stayed out in the living room, washing his hands and scrubbing off the blood that caked up on his knuckles.

"Thank you once again for your help, Y/N. I am in debt to you."

"No need to thank me, Jongho. Even though this will be my last time to ever be a Moon Knight, this was certainly a mission worth carrying out."

Jongho smiled as he dried his hands clean and stepped closer to you before leaning in and kissing your forehead.

"The next time we cross paths, it'll be on a normal circumstance. For now, I bid you farewell."

"I hope so as well."

"Are you sure you don't want me to heal those cuts for you?"

"It's ok, Jongho. Go ahead and be with your family, I'll be fine."

Jongho smiled once more before waving goodbye and watching you leave his flat. When you entered the car again, you saw Khonshu leaning his head back in embarrassment while Marc and Steven endlessly teased him. As you started the car and drove home, you joined in.

"Hey, you old bird. Did you like the way Sekhmet moved in battle even though she fucked you up?"

"SHUT UP!"

#newworldnet #blossomnet #ateez #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #ateez x reader #moon knight

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mulders-too-large-shirt · 3 days

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s2 episode 3 thoughts

here we go! this episode is titled "blood" which did not bode well for me, the girl who hates blood. but i am dedicated and pushed through in the name of our mission.

we open at a post office. sometimes, i think it would be fun to work in a post office.

but alas! our postman has received a paper cut. he licks it up which... can't be hygienic.

and then he immediately gets fired :( this is sooooo unfair

when he returns to his post his machine reads "KILL"!!! my first thought was that this was gonna be a little shop of horrors style thing where an inanimate object tastes blood and Likes it (Which is sort of what happened? but mostly not really)

((side note: need to see mulder and scully take on audrey two))

so it seems that the people are either being told by machines to do some killing or all the members of the town are experiencing collective hallucination...

mulder arrives. i was distracted by his fluffy hair. from the notes: "his hair is fluffy. he isn't saying much at this crime scene but his hair is fluffy"

! MULDER LORE REVEAL ! he played right field! (this was brought up when the policeman mentioned the suspect was on the softball team)

back to our post office friend, who is near a child with a random nosebleed whilst getting some money, and now the ATM is telling him to kill people

mulder points out that these are spree killings and not serial ones <-okay human embodiment of the nerd emoji.

it's a totally normal report on the crimes, no spooky stuff involved, and scully is reading it... until he mentions UFOs and she says to herself "i was wondering when you'd get to that" LMAOOOOO she knows him too well

we see a woman being lured into a dark garage by a mechanic and i thought i knew where this was going but i DIDN'T because SHE gets paranoid and the machine tells her the guy is gonna get her and she freaks out and STABS HIM

mulder arrives to the crime scene with a really funny looking camera. can anyone provide me more information about this camera? i'm curious

anyway, he shows up at the house of the woman who killed the mechanic, and we see another example of his bountiful social skills when he asks to come in and she says "i'm late for work" and he just barges in and says "you can blame me". i love this man so bad it's actually a problem. he WILL get inside of ur house.

but her microwave is telling her to kill him and she pulls out a knife and STABS him and i was yelling NOOOOOOOO! and then the cop he was with shoots her and VERY QUICKLY we get a cutscene to....

SCULLY AUTOPSY TIME!!!!!!

she thinks there's some sort of chemical that is making the people do this

we also see poor wet meow meow mulder's bandaged arm :(

back to the ex-postman, who is seeking new gainful employment at a supermarket in which there are guns for sale in the back, another reminder that this show is set in america. he starts to see evil things in the TV but resists (and it might be related to the blood drive at the store but? it's a little unclear tbh)

mulder running scene! getting his cardio in! the man is dripping in sweat! he sees a guy toss some stuff in a yard and it's... dead bugs?

so who does he take the bugs to? well, the weirdos who previously were consulted for another case: the conspirators at the lone gunman! famous for the one guy hitting on scully and ripping up her twenty dollar bill

so we're back to these freaks and he says he didn't see their latest issue because "it arrived the same day as my subscription to Celebrity Skin"

now, i had an educated guess here based on name alone, but needed to confirm what this "celebrity skin" truly was. a search brings you to an album by the band Hole, and i was like omg!!! we're gonna get an insight into his canon music taste!!!! there is nothing more i LOVE than learning a character's favorite artists <3

but, this cannot be... for the show takes place before 1998, when the album was released... so i dig further

chat, as expected, it is a porn mag. seems to have involved some unethical stuff. mulder: ur a sick man.

the even sicker man who previously hit on scully was like "where's your little friend?" and he counters with "she wouldn't come. she was too afraid of her love for you" and the weirdo responds with "she's tasty"

now i want you to buckle your seat belts for what mulder says next. buckled? secured? sat? everyone is in a safe position? okay. he says:

"you know, it's men like you that give perversion a bad name"

HELLO? hey. hi! quick question <3 what does that mean. mulder a freak confirmed????

(i mean i guess we DID already know he fucked phoebe on arthur conan doyle's grave, which is going to stick in my head forever, but. don't make it worse. sometimes he's such a Man)

anyway the weirdos at the lone gunman think it's related to pesticides. and then mulder asks to borrow their night vision goggles and the weirdest of weirdos is like "only if you give me scully's number!"

cutscene to him using the night goggles

(mulder, if you gave that creep her number, i will NEVER forgive you. so keep that in mind)

he's sitting in a field and it looks so natural, like he really belongs there. bring back sitting in fields. but then he breaks into the orchard and gets sprayed by some pesticides and thoroughly knocked on his ass

mulder's yelling at some guy to take responsibility for the pesticides that he thinks are killing people... a moral crusader serving on the front lines...

scully's here now, btw. she took his blood. which had to be a strange experience. and then she mentions that she FLEW 300 MILES in the MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT to come take his blood?

holy shit, mulder. she did that for you and you've been so broody and angsty lately and maybe even gave some dick her phone number. holy shit mulder, do not blow this. you cannot afford to blow this. she is soooo good to you.

anyway, he's seeing the same evil messages in technology the killers were now so that's a bummer

mulder proposes that this is some sort of subliminal messaging thing that is being activated by the fear-inducing pesticides and the cop gets pissed and leaves, to which he says "he's probably one of those people that thinks Elvis is dead"

so that's the SECOND line in this show about him being an elvis truther and i'm starting to think it's not a joke

back to the ex-postman. people are coming to his door to take blood and test for the chemicals in the pesticides and he's going bonkers. he's seeing "KILL" in his calculator, which is how you know things are rough. his watch even beeps and says "KILL" which i think would make a very very very very funny gif if anyone has that.

well, all of a sudden he's missing so the agents go to his house and knock. until.

scully realizes the door is open and just. lets herself in. i was laughing SO hard here. these bitches WILL get into your house. they will NOT wait for an invitation. truly a sign of soulmatism.

ex-postman was running running and they're like omg where is heeeeee he's gonna hurt people!!! scully is once again proving her genius status by saying that if it's a paranoia case, then all these guys in police uniforms need to get out of view.

(there's also this shot where mulder is like. smoldering. and she's behind him and man. height difference content i really really do love you and your work <3)

our crazed ex-postman climbs a tower at a college and is gonna start shooting but he's also hallucinating and laughing maniacally which i described in my notes as "entering his joker era"

mulder runs up and prevents a shootout using some handy jujitsu. neeeeed to see if this man is a black belt. for character driven purposes.

but he says that he knows the guy can't stop and overall it's an eerie situation because you can tell the pesticides are still in his brain as well. and his arm is bleeding again and this makes the other guy go into overdrive.

um. okay.

crisis averted...?

well, you sure would like to think that, wouldn't you? but the episode ends with mulder calling scully, and then HE sees more evil stuff in his phone! and it fades to blackness as her voice is heard through the speaker...

(i love that she knew it was him immediately. despite the silence. and that her train of thought went from "it's scully" to "mulder is it you?" to "mulder, what's wrong?" talk about a connection!)

hope he doesn't do anything too impulsive...

in conclusion: my very surface level interpretation of this episode was that it was warning us to not be controlled by technology, which i'm sure felt more relevant back in the day. but now that i have to click "don't sell my data" when i browse flavors of soup for sale online, i think we might just no longer be the target audience. or maybe it's even more relevant! an argument could be made both ways.

down with pesticides, though! i can get behind that! when's the last time you saw a bee? bring them back!

#if someone flew 300 miles in the middle of the night to draw my blood i think marriage would be on the table #and i would be the one proposing because the other person had done more than enough #these episodes are good because we see their desperation to be together despite whatever else they have been assigned #but i want them back as an official team :( hopefully soon #took me 40 minute to write up these notes but i feel going into little rabbit holes about cultural references builds character #so i won't stop #anyway NEED the gif of the watch flashing “kill” for meme related purposes #and mulder: treasure scully. everyone should treasure her but you are clearly VERY important to her #and so shall be first in line for the treasuring #juni's x files liveblog #the x files #txf

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