I feel like a big part of enjoying life is being able to get excited over the truly small things, like having a fruit you like, wearing your fave socks, the smell of rain or the way light comes through your window.
When my anxiety got very severe last year, the thing that made life worth it was those tiny little things, which became tremendously important when I wasn’t well enough to really do anything or go anywhere for a year. A brown egg, some cute stickers, a wildflower my neighbour brought me on the way home from a party, seeing the weather change every day, watching the birds from my window… It’s happiness in miniature, and deserves some attention.
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This line makes me insane
My poor baby boy gets chewed out by his partner’s older brother (who is technically the patriarch of the family if you want to look at it the old fashioned way) for something that he already blames himself for, proceeds to get called “one sorry son of a bitch” for being selfish and putting Dana in harm’s way (because Mulder is totally the boss of her and she can’t make her own decisions about her health 🙄) by said older brother, and when he slumps down in his chair in guilt, he gets a phone call and answers with “one sorry son of a bitch speaking”???????? ANYONE could’ve been on the other end of the line (good riddance to the days of not having caller IDs). There were approximately three people in the world who he could guarantee weren’t on the other end of the line: the two women in the hospital room behind him (pretty sure Maggie is in there with Scully) and the man who just left.
It could’ve been a congressman, any number of interested parties with alien tips, the Gunmen, his mom… he probably gets best case scenario with Skinner because Skinner gives him so much slack (esp when it comes to Scully) and besides what do you do when you call your employee and they answer like that? 😭
If I were Skinner I would’ve sent Mulder straight to therapy (good riddance to the days of stigmatizing therapy). Like damn babes 😭 didn’t know you cared about your partner’s brother’s opinion if you so much. Why is that? 👀 (I see you, lover boy)
Imagine if it was some sort of journalist calling to ask him for an interview about whatnot? My guy did not care if the whole world knew he feels so bad 😭 it’s not your fault, babygirl 😭
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Chapter 8: Interrogations pt 3
The next morning, Medic awoke to the sound of the door opening. He sat up, shaking Scout awake as well.
Before Scout was even fully awake, he was being carted off down the hall.
Across the hall, Sniper’s door was opened and he was dragged out.
Scout made eye contact with the struggling New Zealander.
In that moment, in their stupid black uniforms, team did not matter. Personal connections did not matter. All they knew was that soon, there would be a lot of pain.
Medic was extracted from his room about an hour later.
As he was led down the hall, he noticed the lack of screaming. Part of him was relieved that his friends were not being tortured. The other part feared that something worse was in store.
The guards finally made it to a room, and shoved Medic inside. There were two large, covered windows on the wall. There was a chair facing them. In the corner stood the interrogator.
“Hello, mercenary.” The man said with a cruel smile.
A guard lead Medic to the chair and forced him into it. Two other guards tied him down. The interrogator pulled a lever on the wall.
The window covers lifted.
Medic was horrified to see Sniper through the window on the right, tied to a chair, a suited man holding sealed container full of water standing over him. No…not just water…a tiny jellyfish was swimming around in the container. Medic did not know what type of jellyfish it was, but he was sure it was trouble.
When he looked through the window on the left, he was equally terrified of the sight he saw. It was Scout, in almost the exact same position as Sniper, but the man behind him held a container with a menacing looking fish in it.
The interrogator spoke again.
“Here’s the rules, mercenary. Tell us what we want to know, or the greasy one gets stung by the Irukandji jellyfish. You look away, and the kid gets to see what it feels like to step on a stonefish. Understood?”
Medic gulped. He knew what those creatures were, and how nastily they could hurt the two men in front of him. As a healer, it would be difficult to see his friends get tortured. But it would be worth it to keeps the rest of his and the RED team out of here.
That’s what he told himself.
The interrogator asked the first question.
“Your teams’ Engineers. What are their names? Surely, as their doctor, you know.”
Medic did not respond.
The interrogator sighed.
“Very well then.”
The suited man nodded to the guard standing above Sniper.
The guard opened the container and tilted Sniper’s head forward. Then, he slid the jellyfish onto Sniper’s neck.
It stung him.
Seconds later, the effects took hold of the poor man.
First, severe pain spread across Sniper’s body. He bit back a cry.
Then, the man’s muscles began to cramp uncontrollably, and being tied to a chair made it so much worse. Sniper began to breathe heavily, tears falling from his eyes.
Fortunately, the effect of heart problems never seemed to come, but it was too early to tell for sure.
Then, Medic made a mistake.
He turned to plead with the interrogator to stop.
He realized too late that he had looked away.
The interrogator clicked his tongue and nodded at the guard in Scout’s room.
The guard opened the tank he was holding and placed it on the floor. Then, he untied Scout’s leg and forced it into the container, right onto the stonefish.
Medic watched, horrified as the guard held Scout’s leg down for several seconds, allowing the stonefish to pump quite a bit of venom into the boy’s foot.
The pain set in moments later.
Scout must have been a weaker man, or the stonefish venom was just stronger, because he started screaming immediately. A tear fell from Medic’s own eye as he watched the boy writhe in pain.
Then, the respiratory weakness began. Scout wheezed, gasping for air.
Medic could take no more of this. The interrogator spoke.
“If you just tell me the names of the engineers, I will order the guards to give them the antidotes.”
Medic squeezed his eyes shut, then agreed.
“Fine. Zhe RED Engineer’s name is Dell Conhager and BLU is Zed Conhager.”
“Excellent.” Said the interrogator, then turned to walk out the door.
“Vait! Vhat about zhe antidote?” Medic called desperately.
“Oh, the antidote?” The interrogator smiled that cruel smile again. “There isn’t one.”
The suited man turned and exited the door, his evil grin remaining firm on his face. He simply ignored the screaming, crying, and teary pleas coming from behind him.
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I am Aerowolf, god of time to go alone
I am Jasper, god of the underworld movies
I am Ivy, god of time with your mom
I am Arran, god of the most important thing
EDIT: if y'all don’t wanna use your name use your username
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