thinking about tena taking the photos of her children out of the frames and burning them before she died and mulder’s first reaction being “this is all she had left of us”
and how he could’ve said “this is all she had left of her,” but he didn’t, and he’s right. it is all there was left of them. all there was left of two kids playing baseball and arguing over a board game. all there was left of him before he was walking into the same room every day, before he was chasing ghosts, before no one talked about it.
all there was left of there being nothing to chase, of being still, of being a whole person to someone, knowing where you stand in the world.
it’s all she had left of her children, together and complete for some of the last times, and it’s crime scene evidence to cover up.
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Not me thinking about Clay having an uncle-like relationship with Ingo and Emmet, alongside Drayden, their actual uncle. Then once Ingo gets eebied to Hisui, he meets Lian and feels this weird sense of familiarity, like has he seen that hat before? And Ingo acts like an uncle to Lian, similar to how Clay was for him. He gives Lian advice, hangs out with him, listens as Lian talks all about rocks and ores. And I think Lian tries to act more grown up than he really is, trying to prove himself as a worthy warden amongst the adults. But when he's alone with Ingo, he feels comfortable enough with him and Ingo insists that he gets to play and act like a child. Lian knows Ingo would never tell anyone if he ever acted a bit more goofy and silly, or if he cried or got upset. And Ingo wants Lian to act like the child he is. Sure, their duties as wardens to the Pearl Clan are important, but a kid is still a kid.
Anyway, just feeling feelings about Ingo and these rock collecting cowboys that are his family.
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Thinking about an AU where 18-year-old Sam on the verge of leaving comes home to her mother screaming at her little sister. Sam's still high, the shouts ringing in her ears but the words formless. She's about to intervene when a slap cuts through it all. Her sister's on the floor and in the blink of an eye Sam has a hand wrapped around her mother's throat, slamming her against the wall.
Tara's climbing to her feet, eyes wide with fear at the scene. Sam doesn't look away from her mother as she says "Tara, go upstairs and pack a bag." Her sister doesn't move, so Sam turns away to look at her and repeats herself. Tara must see something in her wild eyes, because she runs up the stairs.
By the time Sam escorts her downstairs half an hour later, their mother is nowhere to be seen. Tara's led through the packing and into the car in silence. The what's happening?, the where are we going?, the are you ok? sits on the tip of her tongue, choked back by uncertainty and confusion.
Sam drives out of Woodsboro and doesn't look back.
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Sam, 19-years-old, long since kicked out of the house and on her way out of Woodsboro. She just has one stop to make, a goodbye she has to give first.
She sneaks into the house. The door is unlocked, she doesn't even need the key Tara hid outside for her, and it enrages her. Her baby sister is upstairs sleeping and anyone can just walk in.
Her mother is passed out on the floor leaning against the couch, snoring away and a bottle still in her lap. She creeps past her and up the stairs.
Sam perches herself on the edge of Tara's bed. Her sister is sprawled out on the mattress, the covers kicked off, and it makes her smile. She brushes Tara's hair back from her face and the smile falls from her face.
Her fingers trail down to the shadow around her neck. Sam reaches over to turn on the bedside lamp, catching sight of Tara's wrist at the same time. These are bruises. She wakes her sister up and demands answers from her. She doesn't like the answers she eventually coaxes from her. She likes Tara's attempt to lie to her even less.
She makes her pack, tells her to wait out front, that she'll be out in a minute. She kicks her mother awake, tells her she's leaving for good, and that she's not leaving alone. She tells her that she will never have the chance to hurt them again, and if she tries, well, she'll learn exactly how much like her father she can be,
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Fwiw-- common cold #2 is far more of the sore throat, mild bouts of hacking cough, feeling run down and tired whereas NASTY ASS COLD #1 was a full on Stuffy Head So MUCH FUCKING MUCUS MAKE IT STOP that took 5evah to clear out because so much fucking mucus.
Common cold #2 is at that point where it will either be a brief annoyance and gone in a day or three, or it will decide to blossom into mucus-fucking-hell. Hopefully it won't. It doesn't have that feeling and is mostly a nasty sore throat and full body laziness.
I would like it to clear out soon.
(Have foodie food to omnomnomnom. Very good museums to visit. Clothes shopping to do. Favorite haunts to re-haunt. etc etc. Film to shoot. And so forth)
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When Enji overheats due to his quirk, the symptoms he suffers differ depending on how intense the flames he produces are over his normal output. In general, he suffers symptoms that are common in those who are experiencing heat stroke or heat exhaustion. Typically his movements and mental status slow to the extreme case being his speech begins to slur. In extreme cases, he begins to experience nausea and dizziness. Throughout all of this, he will also be sweating but how much would depend on his overall output. Regardless, he would need fluids after he overheats, just in some cases, he may need to be rushed to a hospital instead of just needing to sit down with a bottle of water.
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