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I worked with toddlers and pre schoolers for three years. Sometimes I accidentally slip and tell a friend to say bye to an inanimate object (“say bye bus!”) & occasionally they unthinkingly just do it.

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The car crash that was My Struggles makes me love IWTB more. A kiss, well lit. Emotional resolution. Beautiful score. Scully looks incredible. They’re living together. They discuss their son. There’s a story arc with a clear ending. It (mostly) makes sense. The dialogue isn’t too dire. I wish the franchise had ended there.

Sometimes the most amazing thing about this show is the shit it makes you nostalgic for. “Remember a simpler time when Scully was a Google brain surgeon and they were investigating two headed Russian dogs and pedophile priests and with Xzibit?”

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The X-Files MSR Analysis Series: Season 1 Episode 12

“Fire”

Previous episode analysis - 1x11 Eve.

Oh Fire, what an episode.  The first time we see Mulder actively pursue a woman and it’s not Scully.  WHAT IS THIS FUCKERY.

It’s okay though, because it turns out Mulder’s ex – Phoebe Green – is a real piece of work, making it quite easy to dislike her, which is handy because I think that’s the point.

There are two MSR angles here.  The first is how Scully is really there for Mulder as a friend.  She sees he is vulnerable and is protective of him; she is caring and reassuring even when Mulder seemingly dismisses Scully in pursuit of that British poontang.  The beauty of their blossoming platonic bond really shines through in this episode.

The second angle is that Mulder has exactly what he desires right in front of him, but doesn’t see it.  Phoebe is a tantalising reminder of a lifestyle he’s given up – having a woman in his life – someone to love and care for who loves him back.  But everything that he desires in Phoebe is already there in the form of Scully.  The issue is that Mulder doesn’t allow himself to see her as anything more than his  partner, his friend, and so doesn’t recognise that he has this incredible woman right under his nose already.  

With this in mind, there are parts of Fire that almost play out like a stereotypical romcom.  The male protagonist with the amazing female best friend who is perfect for him but he just continues to pursue terrible women, all while the best friend looks on from the sidelines, picking up the pieces, supporting him.  Until one day… *cough* seven years later… *cough*

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Reblog if you're a Ravenclaw.

Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure!

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Stupid woman noseying about in the papers on Ellie's sisters table, she's gonna have found a bank statement that shows her receiving a wad of cash around the time she came forward with evidence isn't she. 

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No Regrets

Broadchurch Hardy x Miller (pretty shippy) Word Count: ~2.5k Summary: Hardy becomes concerned about Ellie’s growing obsession with the Sandbrook case and the effect it’s having on her life. Their argument leads to an unexpected conclusion.

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Comforting a Friend 101 by Alec Hardy

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Wit beyond measure is man’s greatest treasure!

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rointheta reblogged your post “Confession - A Broadchurch Fic”

I've read a lot of your ten/rose stuff, so I'm sort of fangirl-squeeing about you being so nice :-) :-) I hope that's allowed!

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wecanseethemadness replied to your post “Confession - A Broadchurch Fic”

YAY, YOU DID IT! Congratulations :) I liked it very much, especially the bit where she realises how much his presence helps her - I could actually hear Ellie talk :)

Thank you so much :-) It's really not very long for the amount of effort it took me! I now have massive respect for people who write things. Lets see if I can find time this week to write something else...

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Hahahahaha oh god so true.

"my name is alec hardy and i have ptsd triggered by large bodies of water so i bought a house in a river"

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God there was so much in that episode I don't know where to start. It'll have to wait until tomorrow.

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di grumpy cat [42/?]

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Absolutely love this.

Mr Sociable

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Confession - A Broadchurch Fic

Ok so here's my first ever attempt at fan fiction. Actually it's the first thing I have written since school, which was <cough> 15+ years ago. I have a new found respect for people who do this regularly, it's taken me forever. And for those who understand how to format text that contains people speaking in it. Who knew that was so hard.

Anyway, it takes place in the hotel room from 2x04, based on what would have happened if he'd had a nightmare while they were sharing the bed. I'm on the good ship Alec x Ellie, but this can be interpreted how you see fit. 

If you hate it, don't tell me. I'll probably cry!

Ellie’s awareness came back to her slowly as the bed’s gentle shaking dragged her from sleep. For a moment she was unsure of her surroundings. Her mind leapt to Fred, but she quickly remembered he wasn’t there.

Pretending she wasn’t awake she lay very still, processing the realisation that to her right Alec was quietly sobbing into his pillow.

Oh god, he’s actually crying. Is he awake? Do I try to comfort him? - she ran through options and nothing seemed appropriate. Where’s the guide for how to deal with your crying-ex-boss-who-arrested-your-husband-for-murder-that-you’re-sharing-a-bed-with ?

A physical ache arose in her chest, she really hated people being upset. But did she know how to help him? She didn’t even really know what wrong. Her hand softly touched his shoulder almost of its own accord. “Are you awake?” she whispered.

The shaking stopped, and she heard a weary sigh. “I’m sorry Miller. You shouldn’t be seeing this”.

His voice sounded stretched and tired. Ellie wrinkled her nose, “That’s alright, I’m not really seeing anything. It’s dark.” Immediately she winced. “Sorry… not very funny. Do you want to talk about it?”

Alec didn’t reply. He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and rubbed his face.

Ellie took a breath and continued with a soft voice. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but I am here.. if you need me that is. I know you think you have to carry all the weight on your own, but it’s not true. I’ve tried that and it just doesn’t work, at all”

She found herself thinking of Devon, the aching loneliness and all the faking normality she’d done to try and fit in. Suddenly she was desperate to explain.

“I’ve been so lost… I still am. Tom’s disowned me, I never have been able to really talk to my sister but she’s acting so high and mighty about my own son now. I even tried talking to Fred a couple of times”. She gave a short humourless laugh. “He was about as forthcoming as you actually.”.

Alec remained still, and silent, but she could tell he was listening.

“What I’m trying to say is, coming back, seeing him in court. I was dreading it. But in some respects it’s what’s making me feel human again. Coming back here, and .. spending time with you.”

Her words faltered and she paused, trying to define what she wanted him to understand.

“You’re, well. Completely insufferable actually. A wreck. You infuriate me so much that half the time I actually want to hit you.” Her eyes stared across the dark room at the wall and she set her jaw.

“But it’s worked, we work, it’s been a distraction from the never ending pile of shit that is everything else in my life.” The truth of her own words hit her all of a sudden. “I don’t know if you realise how important that’s been for me. I don’t think I realised properly until just now”.

A tear escaped from the corner of her eye, and she caught it with her wrist. “God look at me. Bit pathetic eh.” A grimace crossed her face, she’d be embarassed about this tomorrow, but then so would he. Might as well get everything said while she could.

“I guess I want you to know that .. even if you feel like your world’s ending and everything is falling apart, christ that’s true for both of us. But you being here is helping me. This “ she gestured with her hand between them both. “is the reason I have the strength to keep moving, one foot in front of the other. I just want you to take something from that, if you can.”

She closed her eyes, mentally bracing herself, then shuffled slightly, swinging a leg to the floor. “I’ll give you some space, I need to clean up.”

A hand reached out and touched her arm, and she turned to look at Alec’s face. She could see his glistening eyes in the shadows and he gave an almost imperceptible nod. “Thank you”.

The hand withdrew back to his side.

Ellie paused her movements, waiting to see if he wanted to say more, but he turned away and closed his eyes. The moment had passed.

She withdrew her leg back into the bed and looked up at the ceiling. Whatever this was she didn’t have a label for it. None of the things she thought she knew about people, relationships, or even life, seemed to fit any more. 

All she could do was take things a day at a time, and she realised that right now she needed those days to contain Alec Hardy.

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Bloody hell, he looks amazing!

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This is wonderful, I've been wanting to write something similar but I have no willpower to sit and get write. Maybe you have inspired me!

what was Hardy thinking as Bishop made her accusation?