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WILLIAM: ( @atramentotm )
“oh, yeah, she’s told me she can kick ass. explicitly, should i ever mention that she could trip on my coat ever again. monica’s a scary lady, but i like her. you know she’s adopted too?”
❝ yeah. she told me that. back when i was looking for you, she said that she got how you felt about CERTAIN THINGS. i’m uh...i’m glad you can talk to her about that stuff. ❞
JOHN: ( agentdoggett )
“no, i’m just making an astute observation.”
❝ not that astute really. the hair and the attitude KINDA give it away. i mean...that and the alien dna but who’s really keeping score. ❞
DAD: ( foxbelieve )
Mulder understood where Meg was coming from, but he also knew what his son was like. It broke his heart to hear that she thought that way about her older brother though. He took a deep breath, knowing that this needed to be talked about. “I know why you think that, Meg.” Mulder said, resting a hand on her shoulder, moving down to rub his daughter’s back. “You’re right, there was more that he could have been doing.” The rest of his sentence faltered when she said she has been in his shadow. “Margaret Monica Mulder, you have not been in the shadow of Jackson. Where did you get that idea from!”
❝ dad, I LOVE YOU. always have, always will. but certain things about the way i was raised...you guys overcompensated, mom especially. i know...i know i was loved. but the amount of things i’ve been told not to do for the sake of being careful...or ‘TO KEEP ME SAFE’...i know it’s your job to protect me, and i know...i know you and mom both love me. but sometimes...sometimes i feel like you guys spend so much time focusing on THE CHILD YOU LOST, you forget about the one you still have. ❞
Aeschylus, Agamemnon
MEG: the mulder family motto is 'we mean well’ SEAN: very funny. MEG: no, really, it actually is. SEAN: seriously? so what’s the scully family motto? 'chiseled but angsty’? 'if you don’t know what your last name is, it’s probably scully’? MEG: what about doggett? ‘we have a sword’? 'blunt instruments are for losers’? SEAN: spender. ‘when in doubt, start a war’? MEG: how about 'has even one of us ever been any good, like ever, seriously’? SEAN: seems long, and kind of on the nose.
PARENTALS: ( muldcritsme )
He flips on the light switch, bringing his office to life with a single fluorescent light he’d installed in lieu of a normal wattage blub. Something about age makes it that much harder to read the fine print. ❝ Do what you gotta do. ❞ That leather sofa is looking pretty comfortable right about now. He’ll sit there and watch her wheelhouse spin right in front of him. ❝ What is it you’re pinning… or marking? or can I ask? ❞
Scully, too, remains unmoved. Nose deep in the same chapter of her book that she keeps trying to finish. She’d been on the same few pages for the last few days. Either she’d be too uncomfortable to stay sitting for too long, or she got so pissed at how many times she had to put the book down for a bathroom break. Now, she’d already gone to the bathroom, and her little girl must have finally given her a break. Even still, a page farther than she’d gotten before, she can’t keep her mind from racing. ❝ Damnit… ❞ Scully puts the book down and joins the two in Mulder’s office. ❝ Okay! What’s the plan here? ❞
❝ LOCATIONS, ❞ is the answer to her father’s question, eyes only faltering from the map to briefly acknowledge her mother’s entrance. she’s got a pencil in one hand and pushpins in the other. ❝ i’m marking off different locations. places i know from my time, places you guys have been, places we know william’s been... ❞ her landmarks get GREEN PUSHPINS. she writes next to each one of them: an s for the apartment she shares with her mother, an r for the reyes’, an f for fowley, as well as spender’s mansion and syndicate headquarters. the time she’s in now gets pink. fbi headquarters, the house, the van de kamp’s old address ( courtesy of her father’s files ) all get one. the sugar factory gets TWO.
next, she traces a line around a small section of the city, then another a bit further out. ❝ there’s only a small area outside the city where there would still be enough access to RESOURCES to survive. ❞ meg herself has smuggled medical supplies, food, and water out of the quarantine zone. she’s never seen her brother. then again...he can look like anyone. maybe she has and not known it. she purses her lips.
❝ you guys saw HIS ROOM at the van de kamps, right ? do you remember anything...any places he seemed to favor ? cities, towns, local landmarks, anything ? even hobbies ? you have access to a lot more INFORMATION than i do, so anything helps. anything at all. ❞
DAD: ( foxbelieve )
Mulder was glad that it wasn’t him, but the surprise when she said that it was William she hated surprised him more than he could let on. “If I can ask, why do you hate him?” Mulder didn’t judge, but he didn’t quite understand why she could hate her older brother that much.
meg sighed. ❝ lots of reasons. some of which are his fault and some of which aren’t. i just...i don’t blame him for the virus. i know HE COULDN’T CONTROL IT, and that the only other option...wasn’t really an option at all. but all this time, he could be helping, could be making things better, and INSTEAD he’s god knows where doing god knows what. i’ve been in his shadow my entire life and it’s like he doesn’t even CARE. ❞
JOHN DOGGETT: ( agentdoggett )
“yeah, you’re your mom’s.”
❝ was that in doubt for some reason ? ❞
JUNI: ( moonlitalbatross )
～✦ SCULLY, MEG / @dragonscaped
there was no mention from her daughter that she had been expecting anyone, so when she NOTICED the young girl pacing back and fourth outside, juni opened the door, head tilting in question as she eyed the red head with an inquisitive stare, a confused expression, but a warm smile nonetheless.
❝ are you waiting for isabel? ❞
ISABEL LOOKS LIKE HER MOM. that’s the first thing she thinks. the second is that this was a terrible idea. she flounders for words. what do you say to a woman who has been a ghost for most of your life ? A GHOST, but influential nonetheless. her mouth opens and closes a couple of times. say something, margaret, she chides herself. ❝ sorry...i’m... ❞ she rubs at the prominent tattoo on her neck. ❝ i’m actually looking for MONICA. i’m...friends with her godson. ❞
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—LIZZY
My hands are still shaking from nights spent not knowing how to want you.
I’m sorry that I am back and forth, push and pull instead of effortless simplicity.
I hope one day somebody loves you so much that they do not waste their time trying to fix you.
Sometimes I think I resented you so much it felt like love.
I will greet you with a mouth full of barbed wire until you learn to stop coming after me with your hands.
Don’t you ever let another human being tear you apart.
I still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn’t know when to stop giving.
I do not tell her that sometimes it feels like compromising yourself is part of growing up.
I loved her more than I loved you and I’m sorry that you knew it.
You are still the first person I want to share new things with.
Hurt me once: shame on me. Hurt me twice: shame on me. Hurt me three times: shame on me but fuck you.
Hurt me four times and we’ll get severed-head biblical.
Can we say goodbye again? I miss the way you rip me open.
I still have a lot of growing to do and I know there is more room for it in your absence.
Some people are born flight risks. It is not your fault that they cannot seem to stand in place. They are not leaving you; they are just leaving.
And now that I am older, I don’t give a damn about sin. I will be the first to cast one.
I’d suck salt off your fingers like a fucking animal.
I spend too much time thinking about fucking you.
In a parallel universe or another world or a different life, we sit across from each other at the kitchen table and go over the grocery list.
I know that I am lucky to be alive at the same time as you, but I also know that you are more afraid of opening up than losing me.
I know that it’s reaching but I just want to leave your name on a page somewhere and never need to come back to it.
I have grown into this cruel thing with running shoes, comfortable only when I lock myself away.
I don’t know what it is in me that yearns to be the lifeboat that people throw themselves at when they are drowning.
I want you to know that it is okay not to love me.
You are not the first person who found it a little too tough, who took two steps back when my jaws started snapping.
I swear that you’re not missing anything if you run the wrong way when I hold out my hands.
A friend of mine recently told me that’s why they’re called mistakes. You learn from them. Move forward. Be better.
Kat McNamara as Mia Smoak in Arrow 7x13
“I always marvel at the humans’ ability to keep going. They always manage to stagger on even with tears streaming down their faces.”
— Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via books-n-quotes)
Katherine McNamara as Maya/Blackstar in Arrow: “Unmasked” (2018)
