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Puzzle Pieces // J. Todd x f!reader
Requested? Yes!
Warnings: discussions of pregnancy, allusion to abortion, pregnancy scare, emotions
Summary: You and Jason are doing a last minute grocery run when you walk by the period products and realize that you’re late. You’re never late. One negative test, however, could change everything.
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“Jay?”
It was the cadence of your voice that alerted something was wrong. A subtle hitch at the end of his name that sent a wave of icy cold chills down his spine. He turned from where he was collecting a massive amount of cup ramen and stared blankly at the thin box in your hand.
Jason was due to go out in an hour, but the two of you realized belatedly that you were out of ingredients for breakfast in the morning. There were two options: run by the corner store and grab some things or send you out alone in the morning while he slept in.
Jason Peter Todd would have to be six feet underground again before sending you out into Gotham when he knew that all the active vigilantes were fast asleep. If you were venturing out alone, it would be when someone was awake.
That found you two in the corner store near your apartment, snickering and trading jokes over your shoulders as you shuffled through the aisles. You were clad in one of his sweatshirts that practically drowned you in the cotton fabric and some basketball shorts underneath that he’s pretty sure you stole from Steph. He kept a close eye on you, his body inching around in the smallest increments to ensure that, no matter what, he was always between you and the door. He’d be damned if he lost the one good thing in his life.
“I…I didn’t realize, but then I saw the pads and…I’m late.” Panic was evident in your voice and no matter how desperately he wanted to fucking throw up in the middle of the bodega right then and there, Jason needed to keep it calm and cool right now. He quickly placed the ramen cups back on the counter and reached out, taking the pregnancy test out of your hand.
“Okay,” he said simply. One of his calloused hands came up and rested on your cheek, cradling your face. Your eyes fluttered shut at his touch, but he could feel the slight tremble in your body.
Fuckfuckfuck. He was on autopilot as he approached the counter, tossed a twenty onto the plastic shelf, and walked out with a pregnancy test in one hand and yours clasped in the other. Jason wants to say something, the right words or placating phrase that will make this all better but he can’t because he can’t fucking think about anything except for the fact that he will be the worst goddamn father on the planet.
Pregnant. Fucking hell. You could be pregnant. They were usually so careful. You were on the pill and he made sure you took it religiously. How the fuck could you be pregnant? He couldn’t be a dad. Willis had been a piece of shit who beat Catherine and basically fucked off into the sunset, leaving him and his mom to fend for themselves. Jason had been just a kid yet he picked his mom up off the ground when she was high out of her mind. Then there was Bruce…
Jason ushered you into the apartment and nudged you gently towards the bathroom. He made sure to lock up behind you and then slowly walked to your bedroom. He leaned against the doorframe and took a moment, just one single moment, to inhale deeply. He needed to be steady and calm for you. He could freak out later when he was patrolling.
Shit, he needed to be suited up and patrolling the Bowery in an hour.
“Babe?” he asked, his knuckles gently hitting the door. You murmured out a quiet welcome and he slipped in before shutting the door behind him. You were curled up against the tub, staring blankly at the wall, and the test rested on the edge of the tub face down.
Jason sat down on the floor across from you and leaned back against the sink. He stretched his legs out and motioned for you to shuffle over to him. “C’mere, sweetheart.”
You dragged yourself across the cold tile floor and settled yourself between his legs, your head resting on his chest. Pressing your ear against the warm scratchy fabric of his shirt and relaxed at the sound of his heartbeat.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered.
“Christ, babe, why the hell’re you apologizing?”
“I don’t know,” you sobbed. “We’ve never talked about it. God, Jase, we’re barely adults ourselves. We’re still trying to figure out how to take care of Merry and Pippin, for fuck’s sake!” You were referencing, of course, the two cats Jason had rescued from a dumpster one night that now slept every night cuddled up against you. Jason had insisted that they were only staying for the night to get them out of the cold.
That had been three months ago and the furry little bastards were currently asleep on top of your pillows.
“Hey, hey.” His lips brushed across the crown of your head as he shushed you. You were shaking in his arms and he hated this. He hated not being able to protect you. Hell, he’s the one that got you into this situation.
“No matter what happens, I’m all in, okay?” His voice sounded weak to his own ears, but you needed to hear this as much as he did. “Whatever you choose, I will support you all the way, you got that?”
“But what if…”
“Sweetheart, you’re the one in control of your body. Whatever you choose will be the best choice for us.”
You fisted the front of his shirt in your hand and bit back a sob. Jason scruffed the back of your neck in a loving gesture, his other arm curling around your waist and tugging you impossibly closer. Jason felt helpless and for a man accustomed to beating the shit out of his problems, he hated that he couldn’t fix this for you.
Your phone started to sing a little chime and you sniffled, reaching over to shut it off. “That means it’s ready. I…I can’t do it.”
He soothed his hand over your hip and kissed your temple. “I’ll do it.”
Truth be told, Jason was terrified. He tried to ignore the slight tremor in his hand as he reached for the bathtub. He didn’t know how he would react to whatever that little stick said. Christ on a handbasket, one little mathematical symbol might change his entire life. He loved being a brother, not that he would ever tell the little gaggle of brats, and he loved being an uncle to Lian, but a father? Could he do that?
There was one thing he didn’t doubt. You would be the best mother in the world. Fiercely loyal, kind, caring, didn’t put up with his bullshit…he could almost picture a toddler on your hip as you smiled at it. But he didn’t see himself there.
Maybe this was a sign that he had tried clinging to his ill-fated happiness for too long.
“Bubs?” Your murmur knocked him out of his thoughts and Jason shook his head.
“Sorry, I was just thinking.”
“‘S okay,” you said. “I get it.”
Jason inhaled sharply and then flipped over the test. His shoulders dropped at the sight of the minus sign and he extended the test to you. You clasped your hands over the little stick and bowed your head.
Silence enveloped the small, cramped bathroom. Jason studied the broken tile over by the toilet and made a mental note on looking into how to recaulk the shower tiles. They needed another bulb over the sink and maybe a better shower head. Hell, maybe they should paint the bathroom. Anything would be better than the garish lime green the landlord thought would make it look “70s mod”.
“I don’t know what to think,” you finally croaked out. You shuffled out of his hold and turned to face him. His head snapped up and he met your eyes, finding them red rimmed with tears clinging to the edges of your lashes. Jason scooted forward and laid a heavy hand on your knee, his thumb rubbing back and forth.
“Talk to me,” he urged. Selfishly, he needed to hear you voice your thoughts because he was fucking terrified that one day he would come home and find all of your things gone. This life couldn’t be easy for you. He needed to stop doing this shit to you. You deserved a better life.
“I think I need some time to process,” you admitted. “Can I…can we talk about this after you get back?”
That sinking feeling in his chest now felt like leaden rock in his gut. He might prefer a crowbar to the chest instead of the dread that currently consumed him.
“I’m not mad at you,” you blurted out once you saw the wounded look cross his face before he schooled his features like he had been trained. “I’m just feeling a lot of stuff right now and I want to be able to think it out before I say something stupid. I’ll be here when you get back. I promise.”
You reached out and touched his cheek. He turned his head to lay a featherlight kiss against your palm and then stood. “I’ll be home by four.”
“I’ll be waiting.”
He was off his game all night. Jason nearly got shot twice when he finally called it quits and let Steph and Cass take on the Bowery. Dick had tried coaxing out why he was in a piss poor mood, but Jason merely muted his comms and shoved the little device in his pocket. His helmet sat next to him on the roof ledge, leaving him in just a red domino mask.
It was creeping towards three and the tiniest light began to creep across the horizon. The inky black night sky dominated Gotham still and Jason took a little solace in the fact that he was cloaked by the shadows.
It wasn’t enough to hide him from Bruce.
The large shadow of his adoptive father landed beside him. Jason didn’t bother turning to look at him and instead focused straight ahead at the slowly rising sun. Bruce silently sat next to him on the roof, his legs dangling over the side.
Side by side, just like they had all those years ago when Jason was still dressed up as a traffic light and Bruce had been…lighter, for lack of a better word.
“Pregnancy scare,” Jason finally admitted. He knew Bruce wouldn’t ask, but he also knew that Bruce wouldn’t leave until he got a clue as to why Jason was sulking on a rooftop instead of beating the face in of some wannabe trafficker.
Bruce stiffened just slightly and Jason huffed out a laugh. “Relax, it was negative.”
“I thought you would be relieved,” Bruce said. None of his kids had ever expressed any interest in reproducing. In fact, Alfred had money on them picking up his serial adoption habits. Clark was in on the bet too. Bastards.
“I’d be a shit dad,” Jason grunted. “I’d fuck that kid up in the head and probably leave it out on the streets like Willis.”
“No, you wouldn’t.” Bruce said it so calmly. So matter of factly. He said it as if it was the truth engraved in granite.
Jason barked out a bitter laugh. “Yeah, and you’re father of the year, right? You get to bestow that honor on the next asshole?”
There was a slight twitch in Bruce’s jaw, one that no one would notice unless you were one of his family members. His piercing gaze stared out on the city he loved so desperately and then he looked at the son he had lost so painfully.
“You would be an amazing father because you would ensure that you didn’t make the same mistakes Willis and I made.”
Jason sucked in a sharp breath at his father’s soft words. He clenched his jaw shut and shook his head. A gloved hand landed on his shoulder and Jason raised his head, meeting the white lenses of the cowl so many feared.
“You love this city so much that you are willing to go to lengths that I can’t bring myself to do. You do things I don’t approve of, but you do it because you care so much that you feel the pain the people feel. You love deeply, Jaylad, you always have. I failed you as a father so many times. I should have never let you become Robin. I should have never let any of you out in the field. You were…you were just a kid.
But the one thing I will never regret is bringing you into our home and our family. Being your father has brought me the greatest sorrow and immense joy of my life and I would never, ever give that up.”
Bruce pulled away and stood up. “You should go home. Talk.”
Jason swallowed against the growing lump in his throat and nodded. “Right. Thanks. Fuck you or whatever.”
Batman’s lips quirked up at the corner and then he sighed. “Nice to see you too, Hood.”
Jason waited until he slipped back into the shadows before he pulled on his helmet and grappled back to the Bowery. He landed on his fire escape and quickly slid in through the window. His entry disturbed Merry who had been sleeping on the windowsill. The cat hissed at him and then hopped down, probably in search of his brother.
“Sorry,” he whispered to the cat. God, he was so whipped.
“Bubs?” Your tired voice came from somewhere in the direction of the kitchen. Jason closed and locked the window and headed towards you. All the lights in the apartment were off except for the small, single bulb that hung over the kitchen. It bathed you in a warm light, highlighting the tired circles under your eyes.
A lukewarm mug of tea and a thousand piece puzzle was scattered on the table before you, your usual routine when you couldn’t sleep and decided to stay up and wait for him. Jason stripped off his gloves, weapons, and jacket and dumped them on the floor and then he tugged off his helmet.
You loved seeing him right after patrol. Not only were you able to reassure yourself that he was safe, but you also got to see him when he was in his element. Sweat strands of hair curled across his forehead and beads of moisture trailed down his neck before seeping into the collar of his undershirt. His powerful thighs were bracketed by his tactical pants and thigh holsters and you sighed at the mere sight of his legs.
“Eyes up here, sweetheart,” Jason teased. His voice was warm, but it lacked the confidence he normally possessed. You curled your hand around the bottom hem of his shirt and tugged him closer, your lips meeting his in a delicate kiss. His hand came up to cup your jaw and he deepened the kiss.
“I want a baby.” The words spilled out of you faster than you could rein in the thought. Jason’s eyes widened and you cursed under your breath.
“You want…a baby,” he repeated.
“With you. I want a baby with you. Not right now. Not even this year. But, I want a kid someday with you. When I saw that negative, I was relieved and then I was-”
He cut you off. “Disappointed. You were disappointed because for a moment, you thought about it and realized that you actually wanted this. Just not right now.”
You nodded and pushed his curly, sweat-drenched hair back from his face. “A little boy with your eyes and smile.”
“Or a little girl with your hair and attitude.”
“I want that, bubs,” you assured him. “I want it all with you. A kid, a life, a house with a picket fence and two point five kids or whatever the fuck the American Dream is supposed to be.”
His tongue darted out to wet his lips before he replied in a choked voice. “I’m not a good man, sweetheart.”
Now you stood. You pulled his head down so his forehead pressed against yours and you rested your other hand on his chest, right over his heart.
“Don’t you dare say that to me, Jason Peter Todd,” you said fiercely. “You are the only man I love. The only man I trust. I wouldn’t want to do life with anyone other than you. I want it all, the good and the bad. You do so much for me and for this city.”
Your hand smoothed down the hair on the back of his neck. “Let me take care of you for once. Let me protect you from that mind of yours. I want to have a baby with you, bubs, because I trust you more than anyone that you would love and cherish and protect us with your entire being.”
“I would crawl out of a grave and dip into the Lazarus pit again and again if it meant keeping you safe,” he whispered fiercely.
“I know.” Tears were spilling down your cheeks. “I love you, Jason. So much.”
He clasped his hand over the one that rested on his chest. All of the doubts and insecurities started to ebb away with your gentle touch and soothing words. He burned with the very thought of you filled with a reminder of him. A signal that he was somehow lucky enough, good enough, blessed to be able to worship you the way you deserved.
Jason slid one of his hands under your ass and hauled you up so your legs wrapped around his waist. He scooted past the now cuddling cats and headed towards the bathroom as you laughed and wrapped your arms around his neck.
“What are you doing?” you exclaimed as he sat you down on the sink counter. Jason reached for the back of his shirt and shot you an incredulous look.
“What does it look like I’m doing? Strip, we need to practice.”
The sun emerged from the darkness finally and bathed Gotham in a rare cloudless sky, but it went unnoticed to the two of you. You were, well, busy.
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topazshadowwolf · 4 months
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it’ll be cute if kid dust learn about Christmas
He had hoped that by now the boys would be back to their true selves. Instead, he was preparing them for the upcoming holiday. More specifically, he was introducing Dust to Christmas in slow increments. The others already knew and understood the holiday. All three were all but bouncing off the walls with excitement. Not that Dust was not getting excited, too, following the energy of the others. He just needed help to understand what it was he was supposed to be excited about.
First, there was the tree. Nightmare brought the boys out of the castle to an empty and snowy AU. Once there, they went sledding before helping him find the right tree within the forest of evergreens. Then, after cutting it down and pulling it back through a portal to his castle, he had the boys help him doctorate the evergreen. Dust was confused by this, but he was enjoying himself and wanted to help. After words he sat quietly in the room with the tree as Nightmare read quietly to himself. Occasionally, the guardian would look up at the child who marveled at the lights and colorful ornaments. 
They had that moment of peace as the others played in another room with Lyra playing a game. It was good that they had it though, as it was the first introduction to the concept of Christmas for the boy.
Starting that night and every bedtime after, he read various Christmas stories. They each provided more information for Dust to learn and over time, Nightmare could tell the child was beginning to understand. He could see Dust connecting the dots as he looked around at the decorations Lyra placed as he reflected on the stories. Dust even started to ask small, questions that showed he was trying to understand more and was excited to see what will happen.
“what does it mean to be good?” “It means you do not misbehave and do what is right or what your told to do.”
“why do the bad children get coal?” “They get coal because that is not fun or nice”
“if i failed at doing something i was supposed to do, does that make me bad?” “No, especially if you are talking about the tests. If anyone deserves coal, that worthless Doctor should be buried in it.”
“we give gifts to each other… but what if i don’t have money to buy things?” “well, i can pay for the gifts for now, or you can make something yourself.”
“what if someone i made something for doesn’t like it?” “It means that person has a cold soul, as they can not be bothered to acknowledge the hard work and love you put into making the gift.”
Now that he knew Dust understood, next came the challenge of Santa letters. He was going to have to help the boys write them. So, one by one, he had them come to his office, and he helped them write their letters to Santa by transcribing what they said to paper or providing spelling and grammar assistance as they wrote it themselves.
Lastly, in came Dust, Ferrous trailing behind him and a yellow Pocket Mans character in Christmas garb in his arms. The child looked at Nightmare with nervousness glance but he relaxed as Nightmare smiled at him, “Come on over here, Dust.”
Obediently, the child went further into the office and to the desk. Once he was close enough, Nightmare carefully picked Dust up and set him on his knee. Ferrous sat and watched, tail wagging and Nightmare gave the loyal canine a pat on the head. Turning his attention back to Dust, who hugged the stuffed toy while looking up at Nightmare attentively, Nightmare said while grabbing a piece of paper and his quill, “It is time for you to write your letter to Santa.”
… He had hoped they would be adults by now… but he had a feeling this was going to be a very special Christmas that he would always cherish.
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kremlin · 6 months
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forgive me for the questions & any possible inconsistencies or malformations:
how do we compile our symbolic high/low level code into machine language, and how do we find the most efficient method of conversion from symbolic to machine code?
is it possible to include things from asm in C source code?
why do any of the abstractions in C mean anything? how does the compiler translate them?
would it be possible to write and compile a libc in C on a machine which didn't have a precompiled libc? i think the answer is no, so how much peripheral stuff would you need to pull it off?
are these things i could have figured out by just reading the one compiler book with the dragon on the cover?
thanks and apologies.
these are uhh. these are really good questions. like if you're asking these then i think you know way more than you think you do
how do we compile our symbolic high/low level code into machine language?
we do it the natural (only?) way, using parsers, although a bit more technically involved than just a parser. all programming languages are comprised of just keywords (e.g. int, static, enum, if, etc) and operators(+, -, *, %), those are the only reserved terms. everything between them is an identifier (name of variable, struct, etc), so at some level we can just search for the reserved terms and match them, and match whatever is between them as identifiers (var names or whatever). with this, we can tokenize the raw input put it in the context of a defined grammar.
lex is the name of the program that does this. you have simple, defined keywords, and defined operators, and you group them together a few categories (e.g. int, float, long might all fall under the same "variable qualifier" category"). this is tokenization.
those tokens are given to another program, yacc, which deals with it in the context of some context-free defined grammar you've also provided it. this would be a very strict and unambiguous definition of what C code is, defining things like "qualifiers like int and float always proceed an identifier, the addition (+) operator needs two operands, but the ++ (increment by 1) operator only needs one". yacc processes these tokens in the context of the defined grammar, and since those tokens are defined in broad categories, you can start to converge on a method of generating machine code for them.
how do we find the most efficient method of conversion from symbolic to machine code?
ehehehe. ill save this one for later
is it possible to include things from asm in C source code?
yes:
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assembly (which translates directly 1-to-1 to machine code) is the only thing a CPU understands, so there has to be a link between the lowest level programming language and assembly at some point. it works about as you'd expect. that asm() block just gets plopped into the ELF right as it appears in the code. there are some features that allow passing C variables in/out of asm() blocks.
why do any of the abstractions in C mean anything? how does the compiler translate them?
hoping above answers this
would it be possible to write and compile a libc in C on a machine which didn't have a precompiled libc? i think the answer is no, so how much peripheral stuff would you need to pull it off?
yes, and in fact, the litmus test that divides "goofy idea some excited kid thought up and posted all over hacker news" and "real programming language" is whether or not that language is bootstrapped, which is whether or not its compiler is written in "itself". e.g. gcc & clang are both C compilers, and they are written in C. bootstrapping is the process of doing this initially. kind of a chicken-and-egg problem, but you just use external things, other languages, or if it is 1970s, direct assembly itself, to create an initial compiler for that language, and the write a compiler for that language in that language, feed it to the intermediate compiler, and bam.
its really hard to do all of this. really hard. lol
are these things i could have figured out by just reading the one compiler book with the dragon on the cover?
idk which one that is
finally...
how do we find the most efficient method of conversion from symbolic to machine code?
so this is kind of an area of debate lol. starting from the bottom, there are some very simple lines of code that directly map to machine code, e.g
a = b + c;
this would just translate to e.g. sparc
add %L1,%L2,%L3 !
if statements would map to branch instructions, etc, etc. pretty straightforward. but there are higher-order optimizations that modern compilers will do, for example, the compiler might see that you write to a variable but never read from it again, and realize since that memory is never read again, you may as well not even bother writing it in the first place, since it won't matter. and then choose to just not include the now-deemed-unnecessary instructions that store whatever values to memory even though you explicitly wrote it in the source code. some of the times this is fine and yields slightly faster code, but other times it results in the buffer you used for your RSA private key not being bzero'd out and me reading it while wearing a balaclava.
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xxscrabiesxx · 4 months
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When I was a kid, Thanksgivings were a haze of color, people, and foods I didn't really like. The textures were unpredictable, the flavor only more so depending on who made the food that year, and things came in weird chunks that fell off your fork. It was loud, my extended family stayed in my house, and as a general rule was quite overwhelming.
As an adult, I don't particularly participate in the holiday. It has become an excuse to visit family, rather than a grand day of celebration. Last year, I hosted my siblings and their partners. We had pizza.
This year, my estranged oldest brother- having recently returned contact with us after 5 years of silence (his silence largely influenced by the fact that he needed space to recover from the cult) is hosting. Having divvied up the task of feeding a monumental amount of people (~18), my brother assigned me the task of 'Dessert'.
Now, I could have just made regular ol' pum'kin pie. Opened a can of the stuff, thrown it into a premade crust, and tossed it into the oven. Which is what I will be doing with the chocolate pudding pie this year. But as previously mentioned, many traditional Thanksgiving foods are just.... Not tasty, to me.
Especially, the pumpkin pie. Thin. Flavorless. Lacking any sort of redeeming qualities, it mocked me. Each year I would try a slice. Maybe, just maybe, THIS year it would be the creamy goodness it always masqueraded as. And it never was. It drove me to create the following recipe from scratch.
Recently I became gluten free (as best I can manage), so this recipe follows that rule. However, I'm sure substitutions of the wheaty nature will not overly change the resulting pie.
It is spongey, creamy, and tastes like pumpkin pie ought to- pumpkin and spices. The pretzel crust adds a layer of salty that enhances the sweetness and balances the creamy texture with a nice crisp.
Enjoy!
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Gluten Free Pumpkin Pie
2 eggs
1/ 3 cup baking rice flour
1 tsp baking powder
~1/4 cup cream cheese
1/4 cup brown sugar
3/4 cup pumpkin
~2tsp ginger, cinnamon, and nutmeg (to taste)
1tsp almond extract
1 cup crushed gluten free pretzels
2 tbsp unsalted butter
Prep time: ~15 minutes.
Cook time: ~20 minutes.
Yield: 1 pie, 8 servings.
Prep: Set cream cheese out to settle into room temperature beforehand, or microwave it in small increments to soften it.
In a bowl, mix eggs, sugar, pumpkin, and cream cheese. Slowly add seasonings, baking powder, and rice flour.
In a separate bowl, crush pretzels into little bits. Then, use a blender to chop them up into a fine powder. Add butter.
Assembly: Set oven to 350°. Place pretzel mix into pie tin and spread into crust shape. Prebake in oven until brown or crisped.
When the oven is preheated fully, settle the pumpkin mixture into the tin and set in oven. Bake for 15-20 minutes.
The pie is done when the pumpkin is spongey and comes clean from a toothpick test, no major color change.
Optional whipped cream: add 1/4 cup heavy whipping cream and 2 tbsp white sugar to a bowl and whip until peaked.
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randomfoggytiger · 1 year
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X-Files Collector’s Edition:  Time Travel, Time Loops, and Just Wrong Timing
Time travel and loops were explored sparingly in the X Files universe; but what is a fandom without a handy dandy dump truck filled with more AUs to add to the fic landfill? These are just the few that passed my litmus test, either by earned merit or because there was at least something in them that was worth reading. Which ones are which is up to you, though I recommend ChaneenW’s, FridayAt9′s, somanycandle’s, Jo-Ann Lassiter’s, Donna’s, and Lolabeegood’s works (maybe because they have the happiest outlooks by the end.)  
(**Edited: included @anders-hawke’s Nine Minutes? short**)
Loose chronological order below~
Here we go! 
Timeline (mostly) Intact 
vessel (saved at orphan_account on Ao3)
““The scientific explanation for all this is overwhelmingly simple: salt blocks hydration, dehydration rots the cells composing the human body. In spite of this, I am struck once again with the improbability that the laws of nature would mutate to allow such a phenomenon, to make a human being age fifty years in a matter of hours.””
Dod Kalm old Scully waits for death, pondering science and impending death. 
Sheryl Nantus/Sheryl Martin’s (FFN) Nine Minutes
““It was a long time, when you sat and timed it. 
Watching the digital figures spin up through the cycle; headed for the top figure of 9:00. Or 540 seconds. Or whatever you measured it by. 
It was still nine minutes. Nine minutes that she could never have back again.””
Cancer Arc Scully has lived her life in her own self-imposed time loop: continually obsessing over the 9 minutes she lost in the Pilot, trying vainly to regain them back by resetting her watch every few minutes. 
It’s not quite a time loop; but Scully is locked mentally in one, so it counts. 
((BONUS! Works well with-- 
@lyndsaybones’s (Ao3) Incremental 
““The watch fit her perfectly when she got it. He remembers thinking that it seemed child sized then. Do they make Omega watches for kids?
But the weight started sloughing off of her like autumn leaves and he started to feel more fear than hope. The watch starts telling more than time.””
Mulder observes the measure of Scully’s decay with her expensive new watch.))
ChaneenW’s
The Birds and the Bees 
““We’re in this together,” he insisted, turning to look at her face.
“We’re in this together,” she repeated, squeezing her arms more tightly around him.
“We just need to find a way to remind ourselves,” he said, starting to slur a little as his face froze. “Some small thing that we do or say could change the whole sequence of events and maybe knock ourselves out of the loop before it gets this far.””
FTF albatrosses of Antarctica keep resetting Mulder and Scully’s journey from the hallway and escape from the alien spaceship (with varying results) until those two right the wrongs the bee made. It quickly devolves from any possible angst into humor and heart while getting subtly funnier the longer the loop goes. 
Twice Upon a Time
““The more time he spent here, though, the more it became uncomfortably clear that Eddie hadn’t been wrong about him. He had been a loser back then: too focused on searching for the big answers to see what was right in front of him. And although he’d been immediately attracted to Scully when they first met, had instantly respected her knowledge and expertise, and had come to quickly trust her with his life, he had to acknowledge that it had taken him longer than it should have to realize how much he loved her.””
S9 Mulder wakes in his old apartment, confused to learn he has traveled back to the Eddie van Blundht case. At first he has fun breezily solving it and looking anew at his life; but soon S4 Scully notices how differently he’s acting as the glitz and glamor of time-travel fades and homesickness sets in. 
@fridaysat9​′s (Ao3) A Second’s Fraction 
““Why, and more importantly, how, was she standing in her apartment? She had just been in the hospital with injuries and broken bones. She had been talking to Mulder, wishing for pain meds and sleep.
She lifted her arm, surprised to find that it was no longer in a sling. She moved to touch her face, which was completely free of injuries. She patted her hands down the front of her clothes, realizing she was wearing the shirt she had put on that morning. It was clean, and free of spilled coffee.””
Post Drive-- Scully is reset from a horrific car accident, having to live the same day over and over. She, by turns: deals with it alone, tries breaking routine, tries following Diana, tries reaching out to Mulder... all for them to fail. Soon, she is losing hope. 
This is engaging, and never gets old. 
Jo-Ann Lassiter’s Many Happy Returns
““Why are you making me come here?" 
It sounded so like a mortally-wounded Mulder that any fear she may have harbored toward the--whatever it was--evaporated. She stepped from behind Mulder, closer to the doppleganger. "I'm sorry. It was an accident. But where did you come *from?* And what are you?" 
The doppleganger gave a bitter laugh. "I'm him," it said, pointing at Mulder, "five years ago. When you died in that operating room in Alaska," it addressed her partner.””
S6/7 Scully accidentally summons an alternate universe Mulder, who is distraught to be brought back from the dead. Normal-Mulder is fascinated, then empathetic at his alternate’s pleas and answers to their questions. Both fix the problem in between comedic quips, heart-string tugs, and ~romance~.  
Donna’s One More Time  
““She was burned, he'd heard them, they didn't know why she was still alive.  90% of her body, her hair was gone and her skin was blackened or raw.  She was unconscious, thank goodness.  What would the pain have been . . . he didn't finish that thought.  They were talking about amputating her fingers to cut down on infection.  They'd already said if she lived, if, that they would have to look for donor skin because she didn't have enough left to graft.  He'd heard them; they were using cadaver skin on her now.””
S6/7 Mulder is shot back in time to save Scully from being burned alive by an arsonist... only for all his efforts to almost be in vain. Also, ~romance~. 
@somanycandles/FootlessData507’s The Disappearance of Bruce Speta 
““A very Mulder-type explanation was beginning to hatch in her brain. “No,” she murmured to herself. “That’s not possible.” She shook her head, as if that would shake the theory away. But it wouldn’t go away. What if they were both the real Mulder? What if everything that everyone had told her was true?””
S6/7 Mulder and Scully place bets on finding out the cause of Tena’s friend’s problem: he suspects it’s the ghost of her missing husband while Scully thinks it’s a hoax. She, however, finds it’s all too real when she is shot into a mirror universe, where she needs the help of the “ghost” husband and her alternate self to get home. 
Wonderfully fun, insightful, and leads to ~romance~.  
Lolabeegood’s Five Months Lost (Gossamer) 
““Sir, I need you to come over to my apartment right away.   Mulder was here when I woke up." 
"He was what?!" Skinner yelled. 
"He's here, right now and...and he thinks he has been all along," she whispered as she looked toward the washroom.””
S8 Scully is shocked to find Mulder in her bed with false memories of the past five months. Skinner and TLG back her up to an increasingly terrified Mulder. 
Such an underrated canon-divergent from S8-- so well-written, and it has the whole gang in character. 
Gillian Leigh’s Visitor in the Desert 
“Perplexed, Mulder opened his palm and lifted the dog tags out of his hand and examined them. He reached up behind him and turned on a light. The writing on the tags said,
Civilian Number: 11211013
Name: Rhiannon Mulder
DOB: December 22, 2002
His eyes widened. She was... his daughter?”” 
S9 Mulder is visited in the desert by his future daughter, who sends warnings from a bleak future. He high-tails it back to Scully, stops the adoption, and drags her, their family, and friends to an underground civilization built in advance of Colonization. Bill, Charlie, and Samantha already live there; and it’s a bit slice-of-lifey until Mulder decides to go on a vengeance mission that his future daughter has to come back, again, and warn him about.  
prufrock’s love/plenilune’s (Ao3, Gossamer, WBM, colonizationhq)  
Belphegor’s Prime (Ao3) 
““Oh.” She seemed to wear the holster to appease him rather than herself, and she gave no sign she intended to return inside to call anyone. “Did you disable my car?”
“Yes,” he admitted. “That’s my thing. I leave my kids and drive 90 minutes, claiming I’m trying to solve a crime but really to chauffeur you around for the next few hours. Also, I’m from the future.””
Post IWTB-Colonization Scully is gone. Mulder time-travels to med student Scully, using his intelligence, desperation, and dedication to try to get her to answer the only clue Scully left. The answer eludes them both; and they spend the rest of his vanishing evening looking at pics of their kids, the future world, and healing each other’s wounds. As time begins to refigure and resettle, Mulder realizes where Scully is, and rushes on diminishing time to get her back. 
I have heard this recced forever and ever, Amen; but finally got around to it while blitzing through prufrock’s fics. I think this is the only one of hers that gripped me, kept me engaged, and satisfied me by the end. Prufrock’s love writes stunning levels of intelligence with such seeming ease that it boggle the mind, and is even more impressive because it’s based in such meticulous care and research in every word she chose that it almost exhausts with its depth. This is absolutely a must- read (except for the part where med student Scully cheats on her bf with future Mulder, even if she will forget those actions. But that’s easily skipped and ignored.)  
@lotsoforangesoutside’s Unnamed and Its Sequel 
““Now, you two knuckleheads,” Bill turns toward the couple, “don’t tell me what Andy said has never crossed your mind. Will doesn’t look 15 and I bet a medical doctor and an Oxford graduate can come up with better cover stories than what you two have cooked up for us. I think you guys should run the new version by me before Dinner, yeah?”
The couple looks at each other as if they were in an episode of the Twilight Zone. Bill gives a light chuckle and shakes his head as he moseys his way out of the living room.”” 
Post IWTB-- Mulder and Scully have acquired a mysterious Jr. in addition to their younger son, William. Bill, for once, covers for them with timelines to other family members. The truth? Fox Jr. is William from the future, who traveled back, found his past self, and brought them both to their parents’ house. 
Itero (formerly Humphreywrites’s fic) 
““It is a remarkably small price to pay for a life that is full. A life that is so much happier than her lonely one with nothing but an empty apartment and lonely weekends. She was okay with that, but she hadn’t known what she was missing. She hadn’t known how dead she felt until every morning she woke up alive.””
FTF Scully wakes in a hospital in an alternate universe, the mother of three kids and happily married to Mulder. She quickly finds her footing, bonding with the kids and finding her new normal amidst failing grades, baby tears, and teenage angst. She wakes in a new timeline: 1993. And decides not to waste time. 
It’s more Scully-contemplation than slice-of-life; and its maturity in tone sings. 
allthistime’s i think i know you from somewhere 
““So, when are you from? Tell me about the future!” Mulder said enthusiastically, practically bouncing up and down. Of course he’d barely be phased by a 54-year-old Scully waltzing into his office one Monday morning in 1993.
“Oh, I don’t think I should do that, Mulder. I do believe this is a dream or hallucination, but I don’t want to take any chances.”
He looked dejected for a moment before lighting up again.””
Revival Scully and ‘93 Scully swap places momentarily. Both Mulders are intrigued; and all parties have fun sharing POVs and fishing for details. 
mrsagentspooky/agcntspooky‘s (also on dubitavero) 
““Keeping his thoughts to himself and trying hard not to stare at the man who would have been - had been? would be? - his father, William nodded. 
“I need to talk to you about an X-file, and… can you tell me the date?” 
Although the last bit was told in a more sheepish tone (after all, who barges in in the middle of the night and asks for the date?), the whole sentence was scripted. Get his attention by mentioning the X-files straight away. Know where you stand by asking the date. He and Dana had been over it an thousand times.””
Time travel from Will’s POV. Will drops in on Mulder, asking for the date and camping out. Mulder is shocked and calls Scully over, who skeptically listens to Will’s explanation: Future Scully built a time machine to send him back for FBI files to prevent the destruction of the future. 
These are EXCELLENTLY written in roleplay-format between two authors: they use little words to say a lot. Also, I love soaking in the atmosphere of this fic. 
These stories are a bit scattered, so I’ll just leave the links below in order(?): 
1    2   3   4   5
6   7   8   9   10
11   12   13   14   15 
@ellivia’s Unnamed 
““Whenever Mulder and Scully are in different time zones, he only refers to her as Past Scully or Future Scully.
“Oh that is so you. That is so Past Scully.””
IWTB-Revival Mulder likes to tease past-present-future Scully when she’s away on conferences. She finally kills him with sweetness overload.
This doesn’t exactly fit in the above criteria, but time-zones count... right?
Non-specific timeline AUs 
@anders-hawke/@iwtbscully‘s Nine Minutes? 
““He shook his head and let Scully buckle herself in as he shut the door and walked around to the driver’s side. “Scully, do you remember anything from those nine minutes? Anything real?”
Her giddy smile slipped from her face and she looked away from him into the unlit stretch of road ahead of them, marred only by Mulder’s X in the distance. “No. But I can prove to you that what I’m saying is true. The person who’s taking those people is Billy Miles. I saw a whole life in those nine minutes, Mulder. I lived a whole life. I made decisions and had thoughts and—and fell in love, had children… People died, too. People that I want to save. People that I have to save, knowing what I know.””
Revival Scully wakes from her death... to find herself losing nine minutes in the Pilot. She immediately gives Mulder the rundown, and watches as he processes all emotions at her revelations. 
Julie Fortune’s The Ghost of You
““Mulder." Scully gloved up and reached out to take hold of the woman’s hand, lifting it by the thumb.
Hands did not move that way. Not like – empty sacks, the fingers bending like rubber, no stiffness to it at all.
Boneless. Scully lifted higher. The arm followed the hand, a piece of dead spaghetti.””
Mulder and Scully are unwittingly caught in a time loop: autopsying Future Scully’s pulverized body, zipping around to random moments in that day, and resetting the day completely. Some timelines are more successful than others, but all lead to their mutual abduction and her fatal fall. 
I found this one courtesy of @mondfuchs-- so thank you! 
Hestia01′s (Ao3) Time Lag 
““It’s fine, what could happen?”
“I have a bad feeling about this, I don’t think you should.”
Scully wrests herself from her partner. “I just want a better look. It’s probably nothing.” She cleans her hands with a moist towelette, reaches in and picks up the stone.””
A magical museum stone shoots Scully into continual lifetimes-- forcing her to live them fully, die, and reset. When Mulder finally gets her back to the original, she has become depressed and suicidal. 
Kristy Anderson’s The Fate of Time (2/2) 
““When I woke up last night, all I could remember was our lives together on the X-Files, and I started aching for what I knew was lost from that. The companionship, the hard earned and well tested trust, the love built upon mutual respect and shared heartache. I ended up sitting down on the corner of 42nd and Broadway, just crying and missing us until the sun started rising. As the first rays of light began to shine, to bring life to the streets again, I finally allowed myself to remember the past three, almost four years together. It was as if the beginning of the new day was my new beginning. 
"That's when I realized that if I gave this up, what we have now, I would miss this us even more.””
Mulder and Scully are sent to a reset timeline and live the ups and downs of kidnappings, promotions, opening their own X-Files division, and having Will earlier. It all crumbles when Scully dies from cancer, and they are sent back to their normal lives once again. 
Rachel Anton’s Eleventh Hour
““I knew I had let her down. Again. And I vowed to make it up to her. Someday, somehow. One day I would have enough courage to let this thing happen, to let her give herself to me. One day I would have enough faith in myself, be a good enough person to trust myself with her.
I didn't even sense that something was wrong. I didn't even know.””
Mulder tracks down and brutally murders Scully’s killer. Due to insanity, he is placed in a mental hospital where a fellow patient asks him to volunteer as lab rat in a time-travel experiment. He’s shot back to the 80s and begins to track Scully down. ~Romance~ blooms somewhere down the line. 
Gotta be honest, I DNF-ed this after Mulder agrees to the experiment; but will probably finish it later. 
Honorable Mention: The Boy on the Beach by @cecilysass’s (Ao3, Gossamer). (I included her in one of the Mulder family compilations, so it felt like cheating to include her here, too.) 
Enjoy! 
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bornspellcaster · 9 months
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Is there a sneak peak yet? I'm really invested into this fanfic!
(BTW, Caleb being Philip's adoptive father/brother is just *chefs kiss*)
(I suppose I’ve kept y’all waiting long enough! And yes I agree, there will be many scenes of their flangst)
Sneak Peek!
Chapter 5 - Ultimatum - Philip’s bravery is put to the test when he needs to make a hard decision
“Hey can I call you Papa?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“Why do you even want to?” The man finally tossed his hands out in exasperation, and partially to try and wave off the shadow child looming over his head. …He wondered if he might also wave away the warmth that seeped within, to the question. 
These brats and their…emotional curses…
“Well you kind of look after us,” Eclipse shrugged. “Oh, and it annoys you so I want to.”
Ah, well there went the warmth. Philip felt the embarrassed and endeared pink drain from his cheeks and ears as his face fell deadpan in record speed. “Seriously? Why aren’t you bothering Luz, like you always are? Luz loves playing with you.”
“Luz isn’t much fun today!” the baby complained. His gaze drifted back to the teenager that had her face pressed against Philip’s back. That was concerning enough on its own…but it was honestly the uncomfortable heat that was radiating through the fabric to his back that was raising the red flags. 
It was very chilly outside now, the post rainstorm having cooled in the grass and left its damp in the air. She…had no reason to have a body temperature like that. 
“Luz?” He jostled her lightly with an elbow. “Luz? Are you…napping?” he asked awkwardly.
Eclipse floated back next to the teenager’s side, but in typical child naivety, he didn’t seem to grasp the situation. “Yeah what’s with the nap, Luzzy? You promised me you’d teach me to fly a staff, and here you’re all…” He trailed off at Philip’s withering glare.
Philip redirected his attention to Luz and his face softened an increment. Seeing the darkening bags under her eyes as she notably weakly looked up, it softened more. “Luz.”
“Just…more tired than I thought.” Luz’s lips turned up in what she hoped was a convincing smile. Her lips looked pale…
Philip merely nodded, deciding to humor the very…blatant lie. “Right. Well, we’re going to do a supply run then,” he informed the kids as his feet finally hit the damp auburn grass. Hopefully the heinous creatures of this town had some sort of medication suitable for human children…
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March 25, 2023 - finished “The Body Keeps Score”
I first borrowed “The Body Keeps Score” back in November 2021. After some long breaks between chapters, I finally finished it last week. Like others have said, the beginning is very triggering, especially the first chapter. (It took me 3 months before I could pick it up again.) If you can return, it’s worth finishing.
Page 351 of the paperback edition mentions the Xhosa word and principal of Ubuntu. Van Der Kolk paraphrases it as, “My humanity is inextricably bound up in yours.” He says, “Ubuntu recognizes that true healing is impossible without recognition of our common humanity and our common destiny.”
Trauma and its aftermath are about our disconnect from the world around us, as well as from ourselves. To “recover”, we think we must reconnect with the world. But really, reconnecting to ourselves must also happen. Oh god is it scary to think about. It scares me, yet I’m already doing it. I’m lucky that my dad’s friends have reached out to me and have become friends of my own.
TL;DR: I def recommend the book. It’s better to have social-support while reading, maybe read along with a friend. Don’t rush reading, either. Put it down and wait; come back to later, whenever you’re ready.
More blather below the cut.
I always feel disconnected when books discuss treatment plans, like the anecdotes about theater groups and yoga. This one wasn’t as bad, because they discussed peoples’ individual experiences. A first-hand review is more appealing than a fancy overview, especially if people mention their struggles and overcoming those hurdles.
Hearing that one person had trouble with the Happy Baby yoga pose (page 274, paperback) made me consider what body positions scare me. Being able to recognize and not shy away from how fear feels in my body is tough. Still trying to pinpoint when and how it happens.
Two notes stood out to me near the end. One, the teens’ theater group practicing trust exercises. (page 339, paperback) Specifically, one person was blindfolded, and another led them around the room. It started in small increments, then went longer. Not only was the blindfolded person put to the test, but the person leading them was also tested.  Trusting someone when you’re weak is tough, but allowing someone to put their trust in you can also be a challenge.
Second, the note about how some calming techniques can be simplified for kids.
“Kids as young as three can blow soap bubbles and learn that when they slow down their breathing to six breaths per minute and focus on the out breath as it flows over their upper lip, they will feel more calm and focused.” (page 356, paperback)
I hate how long that sentence is, but it’s such a brilliant revelation. Lots of kids love blowing bubbles; it’s such an accessible method for kids to learn. Hell, it’s appealing to adults, too, I bet. ----------------
It took nearly a year-and-a-half to read, and it was worth all the time it took. I might not have returned to it, if I hadn’t borrowed it from my counselor. That was part of the motivation to finish reading it.
I almost wish I read it along with a friend, where we could talk about each section as we went. My counselor is great, but talking with another person going through the same thing is more reassuring sometimes. Plus, I search my thoughts better/more when talking with another person. And it’s a chance to learn from their experience and share my own learning with them.
Shout-out to @firespirited, who helped me decide to finally read this book. She also spoke with me about it, from time to time. It’s def a defining book for me, highlighting a lot of things I knew and couldn’t put words to. It’s also helped with my writing - discussing characters that are also going through and recovering from trauma.
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clunelover · 1 year
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Ooh, screw off, man who just sent me a message on a merge request that begins with “I hope you realize you have a failed test”
Yeah, I realize. I posted a question about it on teams because it stems from a really strange new problem. And nobody has replied. Which, by the way, ever since getting the ability to do my own merge requests, I’d say 80% of them have had some weird new problem, none of which have been my fault (at least according to the person training me), just weird glitches! So thanks for the new permissions and responsibility, but can I give it back now?
Kidding, mostly. As annoying as it is, it’s been exciting to learn. Soon we’ll get trained on using gitlab via pycharm and that will supposedly make things easier. And I’d rather be messing with failed pipelines than trying to add another new filter to a dashboard and incrementally shrinking all the other filter boxes to try to find room for it.
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hotchley · 2 years
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🐨 Ayyy, first week of work! So far it’s been chasing 4-year-olds around the park in 100 degree (F) heat. But they’re adorable, and sweet, so it’s fun. I bike to work, so the weather isn’t ideal, haha. I get some serious helmet hair.
I did not in fact get into that acapella group, sadly, which sucks cause it is totally like Pitch Perfect and it’s so cool! I had two callbacks but didn’t get it in the end, sadly.
We still have karate in the summer, so my dad and I have been doing some teaching. Our orange belts are absolutely feral and it’s hilarious. They tell us the most random stuff when it is not at all random. Last week, our head instructor and I were demonstrating something, and then a little kid goes “my feet are cold” and we’re like “??? Okay, but reverse punches?”
My whole family has been watching this show called Ted Lasso together. My parents watched it, and then I did, and I would watch in the living room so my brother joined a few times. It’s just so optimistic and nice. It’s like forty-minute increments of restored faith that things might all actually turn out okay, and a reminder that the world needs more kindness than any one person can give, but that’s just all the more reason to give out every bit of kindness that we can. It also means that occasionally, my dad and I will chant “he’s here, he’s there, he’s every-fucking-where! Roy Kent!” around the kitchen because it’s a very catchy cheer.
I met my older brother’s girlfriend! She’s from a different state—they met at college—so she stayed with us for a few days, and it was very fun! I feel like it’s a Rule that the girlfriend and the little sister must form an alliance. We exchanged embarrassing stories about my brother. He regretted ever introducing us. It was great!
So yeah, that’s basically life over here. Best of luck with your exams! And the strangers infringing upon your day of rest. Both are rough, and you have my sympathy. I remember doing my AP exams last month…testing is tiring. But you’re one of the wisest people I know, and hard-working, so I have complete faith that you’ll be alright :)
Oooh how exciting! I had to do the conversion- which is how I've learnt that I can't spell celsius- and wow that really is hot! Aww it does sound like fun! Ugh I'm actually so annoyed that I never learnt to ride a bike it sounds like so much fun!
Aww, I'm sorry. I hope you feel better about it and just remember that there's nothing wrong with rejection. I had a teacher that used to say there was no such thing as failing because it just meant you tried something out there and it went a bit wayward. But then my brain went to... other places because of wayward and yeah
Oh that also sounds like a lot of fun! Kids are actually hilarious <3
Aww it does sound like a very good show. I like that. I think it always comes back to there being no reason to be mean because why would you bother? And that people deserve softness and it's not a bad thing.
Ahh yes the alliance! I'm glad you two get on and it must be so much fun being able to gang up on him together
Aww thank you. I have four to go, I finish in the morning and then I'm going to be brave and give my textbooks back and say goodbye. There will probably be tears when I go to my history teacher because I'm determined to say a bit more of an eloquent thank you than: "*name of grief counsellor* and I were talking because of course that's what you do we can hardly sit in silence and she said-" "sorry, who?"
The strangers were actually not too bad. She got me a jewellery box, which was very kind, and although I was tired and actually miserable- I had been crying and then my mum got involved which was... debatable in how helpful it was because yeah anyways, it was nice enough.
It's absolutely exhausting!
Thanks friend, I'll be holding onto that as we hit the home stretch. Four days. That's all that's left. And yes it's sad, but it's exciting because I can find volunteering and do my writing and my instagram and read things!
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lisbonnova · 2 years
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PANIC 04. TWENTY QUESTIONS
TAGGING : @tessa-lisbon , @marinalisbon , @bridgetlisbon, @cecilylisbons
LOCATION : the dollhouse 
TRIGGERS : abuse, forced pregnancy, miscarriage
NOTES : i would like to speak to the manager of panic™ 
“Let me out! I don’t want to play this stupid game anymore.” Nova practically pleaded for what seemed like the thousandth time since she had been unceremoniously plucked out of her everyday life, tugging at the cuffs around her wrists desperately, hoping that by some miracle she had enough strength to free herself. Miracles, however, were for people who had faith in some higher power. For people who expected life to give them any kind of mercy. A notion that Nova had abandoned a long time ago. Or at least she thought she had. Yet here she was silently reciting every prayer she had learned in Sunday school. In between crying and aggressively banging every surface she could get her hands on hoping to find some kind of escape path. She wasn’t a horror buff by any means but she knew enough about movie tropes to figure what role she was to play in whatever weird snuff film this situation had taken inspiration from.
It seemed that all of her fight and bargaining apparently fell upon deaf ears since she remained stuck there for the foreseeable future. Or at least until they grew bored of whatever scheme they had concocted she supposed. She wasn’t exactly sure how long she had been cooped up in the room, or maybe cell was a better word for it, she had been thrown into. Whether it was hours or minutes. Time just seemed to blend together the longer she was kept in there with no explanation as to why. And the more time passed the more anxious and desperate she was to get out. The idea of being trapped and alone triggering some deeper underlying trauma from literally being locked away from the rest of the world by her parents. The lack of control over her own life and safety taking her back to that point in time when she truly felt weak and helpless once again. If the goal of having her wait it out was to let her defenses down then it was definitely working. 
“No sense in keeping me here if i’m not gonna play along with your bullshit anyways.” She said tiredly, obviously tired but with the usual tenacity and brattiness of her usual self. And that was when she was hit with a shock, yelling out as the pain ran through her body. It was a test shock, she was notified over a speaker overhead by a voice that she quickly recognized as Penn’s weasel voice, and a warning of what consequences she would face if she didn’t comply with the challenge. Apparently it was too late to back out now that she had let it go this far. And if the idea of being put through that pain again wasn’t bad enough the stakes were raised even higher when the screen in the room lit up with the image of Marina in a similar position. The rules were pretty simple. Answer a series of twenty one questions correctly and they would both be set free. And if she didn’t one of the two girls would be shocked. 
The questions came in random increments of time but for the most part started out relatively simple. They had her divulge information about herself in a similar manner to those lame ice breaker games they would make kids do back in school. And for the most part she went through those with ease. It almost seemed like it was all some big joke. For just a moment she truly believed that she had a chance at getting through this challenge with her and her sister unscathed. But she should have known they were only warming up.
The questions soon turned to more personal topics, from verifying outlandish rumors that had spread about her since her days at St. Agnes (like if it was true she fucked the whole basketball team) to inquiries about her family. It wasn’t until then that the purpose of the challenge really sunk in. The real reason why she wasn’t allowed to just drop out. The Lisbon sisters had always been an enigma in Rosewood. Lots of questions but never any real answers as to who they were, where they came from, or why they were the way that they were. And with how much the girls liked to keep personal subjects close to the chest and stick to each other for the most part all anyone could really do was come up with theories. Whoever was behind this game wanted information, they wanted to demystify the legend that surrounded her family now that they finally had their claws in them.
Do you secretly hate your sisters?
“No! Never!” She answered firmly without a second thought, confident about her answer since it was a no brainer. Her sisters were everything to her. It was kinda how people liked to say someone was their other half. They were her other half, or the other 4/5ths of her. Even though she was probably the most selfish out of the bunch, not a single thing she did was done without thinking about her sisters. Even when they were at odds with each other. They had grown up with only each other to rely on and had forged bonds that were never going to break. No matter how many trials and tribulations they went through. But it seemed her response wasn’t deemed good enough because a few seconds later she registered Marina’s pained expression akin to the one she was sure she made earlier when she was shocked. “What the fuck? I told the truth. How the fuck are you gonna tell me how I feel? Hey! Answer me!” She remarked. “Maybe at some point I felt resentment or disappointment over the way certain things went down but that doesn’t mean i’ve ever hated them.” She said mostly for her sisters to hear, if they were watching at this point. 
The next few couple of questions started getting into their parents, probably trying to decipher that relationship. Why it was that they weren’t a part of their lives. And Nova was happy to answer those, exposing the abusive pieces of shit they were. How emotionally abusive and manipulative they had been all masked behind their so called good intentions and tough love. She of course didn’t go into as much detail when she felt it was something that could expose any of her sisters personal secrets. But she was tired of staying quiet and in turn giving them a pass for the bullshit they had put the girls through. Not when she was still trying to break free of the mental toll their words, and actions, and reprimands had taken on her; breaking down all her sense of worth and self esteem.
Why did your parents pull you out of school senior year?
“....don’t do this....” She cried softly, feeling like all of the air had left her lungs in that moment. The silence that followed spoke more volumes than anything else she could have said in that moment. To any outside observer it might have seemed that she wasn't answering only to save face, that she valued her own reputation over anything else. But as hard as Nova tried to mutter another word her effort was to no avail. Not a peep came past her shaky lips. And before she knew it she had ran out of time. She squeezed her eyes shut as a shock more powerful than the one she had first felt hit her. She screamed out in pain but honestly the shock wasn’t in quite as much pain as her heart was at the moment. Nova laid on the floor curled up, crying and recovering. Waiting another indefinite amount of time before the next question came. 
What was found in your things at St. Agnes that was bad enough to have the your parents lock you up from the rest of the world?
This time Nova wasn’t as caught off guard. The fact that whoever had made up these questions went out of their way to ask the same question only with different wording let her know exactly what they were actually trying to get out of her. The one secret she planned to take to her grave. The one secret she hadn’t told anyone. Not her therapist. Not her boyfriend. Not even her own sisters. 
“A pregnancy test. A positive pregnancy test. I was pregnant. Is that answer good enough for you?” She spat out with all the rage and venom that had been festering within her from all the years of pent up resentment. A kind of anger that she had never let herself feel before. 
Where is that baby now?
This time the question came without repose, the judges probably figuring that it was better to get the answer out of her when she was still so raw and vulnerable. Which they would have been right about since it seemed she had nothing left to lose. All the bad memories she had long tried to bury and move on from were out in the open to everyone now, there was no hiding anything behind any sense of mystery or mystique. That was gone. She sighed heavily and shook her head. 
“Didn’t make it past the whole pregnancy stage. Despite my parents best efforts to see it all the way through. Guess I just wasn’t made to be the maternal type.”
At this point she was letting it all go. All she wanted was to get the challenge done as quickly as possible so she could get her sister to safety. And so she could be done with this challenge. Whether she won or lost, none of that mattered to her anymore. 
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Why is early intervention important in childhood?
Early intervention programs help families of newborns and toddlers with developmental delays or impairments. To have a formative postpone implies more than only slacking or developing at a more slow rate. What this suggests is that a youngster is reliably falling behind in what is viewed as commonplace improvement for their age. The years among birth and the age of three are pivotal for the development of the mind. Early childhood early intervention Campbelltown might work on a kid's turn of events and scholarly execution.
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This covers kids' actual wellbeing, development, and actual disability, and it lays the basis for balanced advancement. Further developing birth results, bringing down the recurrence of irresistible diseases, and diminishing youth heftiness are a portion of the actual goals that early mediation endeavours expect to accomplish.
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This requires that children figure out how to control their consideration, activities, and driving forces. There are major areas of strength between youngsters' ability to self-direct and their social and scholastic execution. Issues with conduct self-guideline in youth are solid indicators of fierce conduct in immaturity and development. Early childhood early intervention Campbelltown seeks to reduce antisocial behaviour, criminality, school violence, and peer association.
Fostering one's social and profound abilities
This expects that children know about their own as well as others' feelings. Building self-assurance and figuring out how to adapt to troublesome feelings are likewise parts of a kid's social and profound turn of events. Kid social and close to home improvement is essentially connected to solid collaborations and a lower rate of sorrow and other psychological wellness issues. Early intercession for youngsters' social and close to home advancement increments prosocial conduct and confidence and decreases clinically perceived psychological well-being issues.
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Through early mediation, families will actually want to remember support for their youngster's standard exercises. For youngsters, this implies a plenty of instructive potential outcomes. Mediation assists families with understanding their kid's prerequisites and how to part learning into little pieces. At the point when children have clear objectives and can accomplish them, they like learning and are anxious to take on new difficulties.
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Secondary school can be a difficult stretch for understudies, with a rising responsibility making a beeline for the HSC. Fortunately, you don't need to do everything all alone. A confidential English coach can be incredibly gainful for your schoolwork, tasks and HSC last tests of the year. Working one-on-one with an accomplished proficient can expand your true capacity and increment your capacity to accomplish a band 6.
How functioning with a confidential English guide can help you
Additional consideration - one-on-one
A tiny amount of additional consideration can make an enormous difference. One-on-one educating is custom-made to address an understudy's issues and capacities, so they can gain proficiency with their assets and shortcomings through directed meetings with inside and out and on the spot input. Correspondence can be more compelling as understudies feel more certain making some noise and posing inquiries to a confided in individual as opposed to a room brimming with peers. Most understudies need some additional assistance beyond class, even the top understudies. There is generally opportunity to get better and a confidential English Tutoring coach can help you en route to accomplish your scholastic objectives and get a band 6 in the HSC.
Fortify the establishments
Working with a confidential English mentor can assist you with reinforcing the significant establishments required for a fruitful paper and exploratory writing piece. Such countless things are packed into each class, so understudies can learn all that before the test opportunity arrives, that most of the time, the establishments are lost en route. Things like syntax, accentuation, sentence structure and scholarly strategies might not have areas of strength for an in class however are the zenith of progress for a band 6 commendable piece of composing.
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Certainty/excel with training
Working one-on-one with a confidential English Tutoring Melbourne can fundamentally build an understudy's certainty, as they are offered the chance to get up to speed with things they might have missed or didn't have any idea and permits them to excel with training. Accomplishing a band 6 isn't as far unattainable as it might appear. With a dependable and experienced mentor, you can better your outcomes and increment your capacity to compose top scoring papers, exact short response questions and unbelievably inventive brief tales.
Become accustomed to test style questions and formal test settings
Coaches give a checked report meeting, zeroing in on efficiency and using time effectively in each party, so understudies are offered the chance to become acclimated to test style questions and formal test settings. Concentrating all alone or with a companion can have its interruptions and it's not difficult to get derailed somebody isn't looking after - for example an educator or guide. Mentors can lead practice tests with understudies customized to their prospectus.
Further developed mentality toward learning
At the point when a kid is positive about their capacities, they can accomplish anything. Uncertainty can seriously affect an understudy's inspiration to learn. In any case, with a little assistance from a confidential English coach, the sky is the limit, not even that band 6 for even the most battling of understudies. Here and there it simply requires somewhat more investment and further top to bottom making sense of in a happy with setting and correspondence style to change an understudy's demeanor toward a subject.
Our certified English Tutoring Melbourne coaches give every understudy an independently fitted program intended to supplement the understudy's specific prospectus or educational plan, with scope for expansion or medicinal work as required. They will work with homeroom tasks and plan for impending tests, so understudies are good to go for English all through the school year. In the event that you are in of a confidential English guide to assist you with accomplishing a band 6 in tests and evaluations, contact Coaching for Greatness today.
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This past few weeks, we had a topic in The Entrepreneurial Mind called “Do Things That Don't Scale.” It has three presentation files—two is a PDF file, one is a video presentation—so it means it was a long lesson to tackle.
There's a lot to learn in MVP (Minimum Viable Product). It guides your product to be Functional, Reliable, Usable and Design. And that includes these three steps, Test our Hypothesis, Launch Fast, and Do Things That Don't Scale. A Minimum Viable Product is the smallest feature set that gives the most Learnings, Feedback, Failures and Orders. It also gives the most Incremental and Iterative Way. MVP is also not a prototype. MVP also enables a test of hypothesis.
There was also a loop guide to minimize time amount. They are Ideas, Build, Code, Measure, Data and Learning that are in an infinite loop or cycle. They are very important to help you in time management and time sufficient.
While there's also six (6) business benefits of MVP. They are (1) Emphasis on Key Development, (2) Apps Insights and Feedback Collection, (3) Early Testing, (4) Less Costly, (5) Quick Development of Application, and lastly, (6) Market Validation. You will see here how your product has effects from the market. You will know if you're doing a good job at producing such product by using the MVP.
I'm a simp for rich and handsome CEOs such as Eric Ries. He's a daddy, for sure. Kidding! He mostly created The Lean Startup Cheatsheet. He quoted, "The lean startup method is not about cost, it's about speed.” He also stated that the Customer decides what is viable. So much for Customer is always right.
Anyway, that's what I learned about Do Things That Don't Scale. But I forgot some of them in our long quiz a week ago. I left a few blanks in my paper, but I'm confident I got most of the questions filled. It's hard since it was all enumerations and identifications. Thank you for reading my not-so-long blog! Love y'all! Muahx!
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Promotional personnel are a crucial part of marketing campaigns.
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Showcasing is an intricate and careful cycle and the greater the opposition is, the more you need to exceed all expectations to draw in new clients.
 The typical supervisor would doubtlessly be enticed to advance items and administrations in as it was done in the good 'ol days, utilizing promotions or TV ads to contact imminent purchasers, yet there comes when this is presently adequately not. To establish a long term connection and increment the possibilities persuading clients, it is fundamental to consider special occasions occasionally. Not at all like the previously mentioned techniques, these occasions depend on eye to eye collaboration among clients and limited time staff.
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This information will empower them to respond to client questions, which will project an exceptionally wonderful and proficient impression. They know how to move toward clients in a courteous and cordial manner and this expands the possibilities of them purchasing your items.
It's a given that this is just a single approach to leading promoting efforts and that, for best outcomes, you ought to divert your endeavors this way and that too. Assuming you truly do choose to check item examining and field advertising out, recollect that the achievement such missions relies upon the promotion staff, so ensure you enlist just profoundly prepared brand envoys whose capabilities and disposition match your organization point of view. Last, however not least, it ought to by and by be called attention to that there is no all inclusive mystery to fruitful marking and that you ought to decisively pick your methodology with a specialist's help.
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I posted 820 times in 2022
That's 820 more posts than 2021!
52 posts created (6%)
768 posts reblogged (94%)
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@everythingfox
@baronessblixen
@antiqueanimals
@muldertxf
I tagged 820 of my posts in 2022
#art - 308 posts
#txf - 186 posts
#parodyisreality - 148 posts
#life - 91 posts
#animal - 79 posts
#poetry - 28 posts
#meme - 28 posts
#x-files - 23 posts
#fic - 21 posts
#collector's edition - 20 posts
Longest Tag: 79 characters
#while in the ep she has genuine affection for her husband while being tormented
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
Arcadia Analysis: Mulder’s Struggle
Contrary to popular belief, it was Mulder (and not Scully-- my long post of her experience here) who was having a rough time in Arcadia. 
When Mulder arrives, his enthusiasm shines brighter than Scully’s placid happiness, momentarily distracting her, the neighbors, and the viewers to his true mood: dour, trapped, tense. 
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He immediately oozes saccharine charm and cuddles up to Scully, 
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X-Files Collector’s Edition:  Time Travel, Time Loops, and Just Wrong Timing
Time travel and loops were explored sparingly in the X Files universe; but what is a fandom without a handy dandy dump truck filled with more AUs to add to the fic landfill? These are just the few that passed my litmus test, either by earned merit or because there was at least something in them that was worth reading. Which ones are which is up to you, though I recommend ChaneenW’s, FridayAt9′s, somanycandle’s, Jo-Ann Lassiter’s, Donna’s, and Lolabeegood’s works (maybe because they have the happiest outlooks by the end.)  
(**Edited: included @iwtbscully’s Nine Minutes? short**)
Loose chronological order below~
Here we go! 
Timeline (mostly) Intact 
vessel (saved at orphan_account on Ao3)
““The scientific explanation for all this is overwhelmingly simple: salt blocks hydration, dehydration rots the cells composing the human body. In spite of this, I am struck once again with the improbability that the laws of nature would mutate to allow such a phenomenon, to make a human being age fifty years in a matter of hours.””
Dod Kalm old Scully waits for death, pondering science and impending death. 
Sheryl Nantus-Sheryl Martin’s (FFN) Nine Minutes
““It was a long time, when you sat and timed it. 
Watching the digital figures spin up through the cycle; headed for the top figure of 9:00. Or 540 seconds. Or whatever you measured it by. 
It was still nine minutes. Nine minutes that she could never have back again.””
Cancer Arc Scully has lived her life in her own self-imposed time loop: continually obsessing over the 9 minutes she lost in the Pilot, trying vainly to regain them back by resetting her watch every few minutes. 
It’s not quite a time loop; but Scully is locked mentally in one, so it counts. 
((BONUS! Works well with-- 
@lyndsaybones’s (Ao3) Incremental 
““The watch fit her perfectly when she got it. He remembers thinking that it seemed child sized then. Do they make Omega watches for kids?
But the weight started sloughing off of her like autumn leaves and he started to feel more fear than hope. The watch starts telling more than time.””
Mulder observes the measure of Scully’s decay with her expensive new watch.))
ChaneenW’s
The Birds and the Bees 
““We’re in this together,” he insisted, turning to look at her face.
“We’re in this together,” she repeated, squeezing her arms more tightly around him.
“We just need to find a way to remind ourselves,” he said, starting to slur a little as his face froze. “Some small thing that we do or say could change the whole sequence of events and maybe knock ourselves out of the loop before it gets this far.””
FTF albatrosses of Antarctica keep resetting Mulder and Scully’s journey from the hallway and escape from the alien spaceship (with varying results) until those two right the wrongs the bee made. It quickly devolves from any possible angst into humor and heart while getting subtly funnier the longer the loop goes. 
Twice Upon a Time
““The more time he spent here, though, the more it became uncomfortably clear that Eddie hadn’t been wrong about him. He had been a loser back then: too focused on searching for the big answers to see what was right in front of him. And although he’d been immediately attracted to Scully when they first met, had instantly respected her knowledge and expertise, and had come to quickly trust her with his life, he had to acknowledge that it had taken him longer than it should have to realize how much he loved her.””
S9 Mulder wakes in his old apartment, confused to learn he has traveled back to the Eddie van Blundht case. At first he has fun breezily solving it and looking anew at his life; but soon S4 Scully notices how differently he’s acting as the glitz and glamor of time-travel fades and homesickness sets in. 
@fridaysat9​′s (Ao3) A Second’s Fraction 
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X-Files Collector's Edition: Overview
Two years into this fandom, I noticed an appalling lack of collective lists: “if this, then that”, “the best of the best”, “collaborative works amongst authors and also their own separate works”, and the dreaded “was this worth the hype” lists. 
After bumbling around in Google Docs--compiling, grabbing alternate links, and changing my filing system every two seconds-- an idea took root and bloomed: why not share my treasure trove? There is value to this reclusive hobby, after all; and it could prove useful to others lost and alone on this site. 
So, I’m putting onto this floompy site the very best recommendation fic lists... or, if that’s too ambitious, fics that should be shared, discussed, or talked about more. Or ones I just liked. So there. 
I am always open for recommended topics, authors, specific fics, and criticisms to improve my current system. Cool hastag suggestions are encouraged. 
Also, shout out to LilyDaleXF-- hope this doesn’t tread on her niche. I’m focusing more on entertainment and sharing selective interests rather than being a greater force for good. But she’s the OG. Check out her Masterlist here:
LilyDaleXF’s Masterlist 
So! 
Here we go. Buckle up! 
45 notes - Posted September 16, 2022
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X-Files Collector’s Edition: Creepy and Cozy Cabins
Cabins: the final destination of many, many fic tropes. For our intrepid heroes, cabins are a great setting for either great understandings of relationship-kind, or a temporary haven from their chaotic and bloodthirsty world. I like to keep an eclectic assortment of such fics and mix them all together like a crazy salad. 
Loose chronological order below~! 
Canon
aka Jake’s (Gossamer) 14-Day Quarantine (Gossamer) 
““Mulder?" My name rasps from Scully's throat. 
Ignoring the nurses' scowls, I return to her bedside. 
She clears her throat, takes a shallow breath. "I'd've...preferred Bigfoot." 
Me, too, Scully. Me, too.”” 
Post Darkness Falls Scully is not out of the woods, and is devastated at news of the ranger’s death. She slips back and forth between recovery and coma while Mulder tries to bolster hers, his, and Maggie’s spirits.
the_eternal_optimist’s Unheard Of
““The men barged right in, broke the lock on the door. I pulled my gun, told them I was FBI. They were on me before I could even move, Scully.” She winced. “A few of them had baseball bats. One of them had a—a rope, or something heavy like that. I lost my gun before I could even fire it. I think I took a bat to the back of the head.” He sighed heavily. “When I came to, I was like you found me—clothes gone, hands tied.”
“And they just stashed you there under the stairs?” she asked in horror.
He grimaced. “They, uh, they actually dragged me out to the tree line,” he stammered, suddenly sounding very small. “Threw me closer to the forest. Then they, uh, they took that rope to my back. Said something about beating the devil out of me. I think I passed out when it got too painful.””
Beginning in Chapter 3, Scully finds Mulder in the woods-- beaten to a pulp and covered in mud. She cleans him up in a nearby cabin; but his violent marauders return, not deterred by the protections of an enchanted house. 
Juliettt‘s Confusion
““A sudden flash of light momentarily blinded her and she dropped to a defensive crouch. 
<Silly.  That's Mulder's flashlight -- he burst through the back door at the same time that you. . . .> 
 And then the crushing pain in her skull, the brief moment of terror and surprise, and blankness. . . .””
S2-3 Mulder and Scully wake with amnesia in a cabin. With Scully’s barely-there memories, she becomes a believer while Mulder scoffs at her “tall tales.” Skinner, flummoxed with their disappearance, arrives too late for true answers. 
@discordantwords‘s (Ao3) Somewhere North of Fiji 
““Behind her, she heard the slosh of water and a furtive sound, a strange squelching that she couldn't place. She glanced back at the water, saw nothing, then looked over at Mulder. He had the phone to his ear and did not seem aware of anything amiss.
She became aware of a strong odor, the stench of rotting fish.
"Mul-" something grabbed her from behind, needle sharp teeth sinking into her ankle. She tipped backwards, and the last thing she saw was Mulder's startled face, staring on as something small and gray rushed straight for him.””
S4 Mulder and Scully are half-drowned, half-mauled by the Fiji Mermaid who just. Won’t. Die. No matter how many bullets are blasted in its gut. 
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““I’m okay. I landed on something soft, sort of.”
It was then she managed to roll over, move from where she had fallen as Mulder began to descend. As she did, a sharp pain tore at her torso, and her head throbbed.
“Hold on,” he assured.
It was pliable, yielded as she shoved away.
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