not my father's daughter

I used to think my dad was the greatest dad in the world. All I wanted in the world was to please him, to make him proud. Then I grew up. I learned what kind of man he really was, and. . . I was ashamed to have ever loved him. Roswell, New Mexico RP blog; OC Manes

[manesmaam]

I can’t find a gifset of it, but that scene in I, Robot, when Dr. Calvin shoots at the robots about to kill Spooner with her eyes closed? and he’s upset (rightfully) and her response is just “Well, it worked, didn’t it?” 

Honestly, I could see that being Kim with literally any of the boys. She’s just trying to help, but she also doesn’t like guns or violence in general. So ya know. She kinda closes her eyes before shooting. 

[manesmaam]

Jesse used to tell Kim stories about the evil aliens who walked among them, looking just like them, plotting their destruction. As a little girl, she had believed him, and had been afraid of aliens coming to get her the way most children were afraid of monsters under the bed or in their closet. But her dad always promised he would never let the aliens get her, that Manes men had always protected humanity from aliens. Eventually she got older and realized how silly the idea of aliens walking among was; she grew out of her belief in her dad’s stories as well as the fear of aliens coming for her in the night. Now, as an adult, she just thinks of them as scary stories Jesse (and her brothers) used to tell her.

[hogwarthoggle]

60 ways to say ‘I love you’ (DW edition)

“You were fantastic.”

“You’re my friend. My best friend.”

“I’m not leaving you.”

“I had a duty of care.”

“You and me. Always.”

“I was gonna be with you forever.”

“When don’t I see you?”

“Wherever you are, I’m coming, I swear.”

“I miss you.”

“You’re a star.”

“We had the best of times.”

“I need my friend back.”

“Does it need saying?”

“I’ve only got one life. I could spend it with you, if you want.”

“Go forward in all your beliefs and prove to me that I’m not mistaken in mine.”

“Look how far I went for fear of losing you.”

“I promised to look after you and that’s what I’m doing.”

“Hello, sweetie.”

“You are worth fighting for.”

“What makes you think I would ever give you back?”

“My life was so boring before you just dropped out of the sky.”

“You’ll never look any different to me.”

“Oh, you are brilliant.”

“That is nothing compared to giving you up.”

“I shall miss you.”

“Just this once, let me save you.”

“If I believe in one thing, just one thing, I believe in you.”

“I always see you. And I always listen.”

“Who’s going to hold your hand now?”

“Don’t forget me.”

“No one’s ever going to forget you.”

“I know you think it’s him. I know you think it all to be him. But it’s not. It’s you.”

“Think about me, when you’re living your life, one day after another.”

“Oh, I hate you sometimes.”

“I said you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever known.”

“Don’t be alone.”

“I want you safe.”

“Have a good life. Do that for me. Have a fantastic life.”

“You watch us run.”

“What if I need you?”

“Please. Don’t even argue.”

“You’re stone cold brilliant. You really are.”

“Do you think I care for you so little that betraying me would make a difference?”

“I’ll find you. I promise you, I’ll find you.”

“You’re my mate.”

“Take care of yourself.”

“A cosmos without you scarcely bears thinking about.”

“Are you okay?”

“One person is more amazing- harder to understand, but more amazing than universes.”

“Two hearts. And both of them yours.”

“Whenever and wherever you like.”

“I forgive you.”

“I don’t think I could ever forget you.”

“I wouldn’t risk losing you.”

“Oh, my beautiful idiot.”

“You’re the bravest man I’ve ever met.”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? What’s happened?”

“I want you to marry me.”

“I’m changing history for you.”

“I love you.”

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[manesmaam]

Kim just wants someone to look at her the way Michael and Alex look at each other.

[manesmaam]

bravery-sought​

THE USAGE OF SUCH vulgar language should have had him raising an eyebrow in stern disapproval. However  ,   it simply increases the note of amusement that has been festering within him. He faintly snickers  ,  disguising it with the clearing of his throat. It’s not long until Alex breathes in the outside air of this damned small town that he has always found himself drawn back to  (  for one reason or another  ). 

He had moments in which he had wanted to SHATTER the posing figure of Jesse  ,  but he could never commit. Though  ,  he admired Carly’s FIRE. “  Influencing people or controlling them against their consent is very INVASIVE. ”  God  ,  he sounds like a father. Upon approaching his car  ,  Alex crouches before her. Soft brown optics gaze at the young girl  ,  “ It doesn’t matter if we’re human or alien ;  it’s up to us to be better than the bad guys or those who have hurt our loved ones in the past. However  ,  in certain situations ,  it can be acceptable.  ”

@manesmaam​

Carly’s eyebrows furrowed and her mouth screwed to the side at the chastising. “But Auntie Isobel does it,” she typed after Alex was through. “Daddy said she made Liz leave before. And she’s made people forget things when they learned about aliens. So is that okay, and using it for other stuff is bad? Or is it all bad?” 

Despite all she’d been through, how sometimes she could act too old for her age, Carly really was just a child. And it showed in moment likes this, when she asked innocent questions about right and wrong because she genuinely didn’t know where the lines were. “If it helps, he already had the spray paint. I only pushed him to use it on Jesse’s statue instead of The Crashdown.” She liked the diner, and liked Mr. Ortecho especially. As far as she was concerned, preventing his diner from getting vandalized, and getting someone to deface the statue of such a beast who didn’t deserve to be honored to begin with? That seemed like a win-win to her. 

[manesmaam]

What I say I’ll do: watch season three of Roswell

What I actually do: rewatch Supernatural and watch horror movies

[manesmaam]

bravery-sought​:

ALEX HAD BEEN EXPECTING many things  ,  but this isn’t one of them. His drive to Max’s house had him the time to process the news. He’s well past the point of shock  (  which didn’t last all too long  ).  Of course  ,  how could he blame her for defacing his father’s statue?  There were instances in which Alex had been tempted to do so himself  (  he could if he was feeling so inclined to since it wouldn’t have any… terrible repercussions against his career now  ). While his teenager self would have  ,   current day Alex is far too DISCIPLINED.  

There’s a strong lack of anger towards her as the tablet speaks for her. A laugh bubbles from him. “  Well  ,  that is a good point.  ”  He gently says ,  voice laced with amusement. Alex lowers his tone to a whisper to briefly state  ,  “  And you’re very wise not to say anything around Uncle Max  ”  before resuming his normal volume. “  You ready to go back my house?  ”

@manesmaam​

Carly grinned and started typing again. “Daddy said not to tell cops shit,” the computer voice read out. She didn’t quite understand that most people didn’t approve of someone so young swearing, so saw no problem in repeating Michael’s words. And with her back to Max, she completely missed his look of shock at her language. Carly excitedly bobbed her fist up and down in response to Alex’s question, then turned around and waved to her uncle. 

She waited until they were in his car to type anything further, not wanting Max to overhear her. “I don’t see why he cares, anyway. The paint will wash off. I wanted to break the statue, but I don’t think I could have made anyone do that.” After all, she was only half alien, and it wasn’t like Carly practiced all that often on how to control people. 

[manesmaam]

@bravery-sought​ gets a starter from my test muse, because you are an enabler XD

Carly typed for a moment on the table Isobel had gotten her for a moment before the electronic voice read out, “There’s no proof I had anything to do with your dad’s statue getting trashed, no matter what Uncle Max says.” After all, street cameras didn’t catch her spray painting the statue of Jesse Manes. . . That didn’t mean she hadn’t used her powers to push someone else to do it, but again, Max couldn’t prove anything. 

[manesmaam]

I’m not saying Kim was hoping for Alex and Forrest to break up. . . I’m just saying that she was fully prepared to Parent Trap her brother and Michael if it came down to it. 

[manesmaam]

bravery-sought​:

HE ISN’T THEIR FATHER  ,  HE isn’t Jesse Manes. God be DAMNED if he was. He has never cared enough about the Manes legacy to WILLINGLY preserve what it stood for. Some could say that he is simply too tired to be angry  ,  or that he just has different ways of expressing his disapproval. Only Assumption 1 is partly true  ,  but the honest answer lies somewhere deeper within him. The death of their father effected him in a way that he hadn’t exactly expected. He’s not entirely NUMB to what happened  , nor is he overjoyed (  but he should be, right? ).  

Unlike Kim  ,  his rage is not present  ;  it doesn’t radiate off of him like the heat of an inferno. He can’t bring himself to blame his little sister for acting the way she did  ,  but maybe he should be scolding her about what occurred. However  ,  he simply cannot bring himself to and maybe it’s exhaustion that has built up through the events of this year. 

Alex deeply exhales  ,   pulling the car out of it’s parking spot with a few swift maneuvers. At this time of night  ,  the streets of this small town are quiet, with the occasional car passing by. He runs a calloused finger across the leather binding and stitching of the steering wheel as Kim talks. Alex doesn’t quite know what to say  ;  he’s never… fully been good with communication outside of his duties as a USAF Captain.

A sentence constructs itself  ,  words falling into place within the forefront of his mind. He’s not one to raise his voice. When fresh airman fall under his command ,  normally the slight increase of his tone and a hardened glare gets his message across. But Kim isn’t an airman in his company. She’s his younger sister. 

“  I’m not Dad  ,  ” he says once they come to a stoplight. “  Why would I , of all people  ,  yell at you for this?  ” A slightly pained smile flickers across his features. “  If you’re expecting me to defend whatever honor he has left or belittle you about damaging property  ,  then forget it because I’m not going to. ” His tone fills with malice ,  dripping with a pinch of seething ANGER , “   Dad’s fucking memorial deserved it.  ” 

@manesmaam​

He wasn’t saying anything. Oh god-- Why wasn’t he saying anything? Kim opened her mouth to say something--maybe to apologize again, or tell him to forget all about it, she wasn’t sure. She just felt the need to say something, to fill the empty space where she needed her brother’s words to be, but then her mouth snapped shut. 

I’m not Dad. 

"Lex. . .” The small glimpse of the anger deep within her brother brought out a startled laugh. “Yeah. Yeah, it really did, didn’t it?” 

Kim sighed and leaned her head back against her seat and sat for a moment in silence. “I know you’re not Dad,” she said quietly. “You’re nothing like him. That’s not what I meant, it’s just that. . .” She shrugged helplessly as she tried to find the words to explain her mindset. “I guess I just got so used to being yelled at whenever I screwed up, I don’t know what else to expect.” Jesse Manes had really done a number on all of his children; not a one of them made it out of his home unscathed, even if the wounds were only mental and emotional. 

“You know, I don’t necessarily believe in Heaven--and if I did, I refuse to believe Dad would ever make it in--but I do like to believe there’s some sort of afterlife where Jesse can see his children rebelling against everything he ever taught them,” Kim said with a faint smirk. “Don’t necessarily love the idea of him looming over my shoulder, watching every move I make, but I hope he at least knows it was his precious little girl who took a sledgehammer to his resting place.” 

[manesmaam]

Forehead touches are entirely underrated and underappreciated. 

[manesmaam]

//If anyone actually still follows me here, I DO plan on being active again. My mental health sorta took a nose dive for a bit and I was trying to find my balance again.

[manesmaam]

bravery-sought​:

IT’S EVEN MORE CHALLENGING for him to be what an older brother should be. He’s been so absent from her years   ,   missing substantial moments in the Kim’s life as he served overseas. As kids  ,  she bore his similarities in tastes. Jesse often treated him like a DISEASE  ,  something that was in need of  f i x i n g. And there had been a moment in which he was afraid of transmitting whatever he had seemingly CONTRACTED ,  onto her. But such a fear easily disappeared  ,  fading into distant obscurity. 

The Manes were a shattered family  ,  with men purely constructed to be weapons of war. Relationships with one another were tattered  ,  DESTROYED by Jesse’s iron will and tyrannical desires. To him  ,    ancestry was nothing more than the continuation of a  L E G A C Y. 

There’s warmth in her presence and in the way she embraces him. She’s weary of his boundaries and respectful of his limits. It had the habit of surprising him. There’s the rush of affection and sincerity in the simple hold that they shared with each other. Her words wash over him like the gentle wash of the ocean’s tide  ,  coating a sandy shoreline in a thin transparent layer of saltwater. He agreed with her   ,  she could handle the  ‘  scary stuff  ’  ,   but he didn’t WANT her to. However  ,   she is no longer a child and coddling her like one is not the best approach. It was time to face the reality of time that had passed between them and repair what had been SHATTERED. 

Alex manages a soft nod  ,  biting back against the choked breath that threatened to escape from his hold. “  Yeah  ,  I think we will be.  ”  He swallows hard against the lump in his throat. He hopes they will be. In his experience  ,  hope never extended far  ,  but there was never harm in some optimism.  “  I uh  ,   take it that we have a lot of catching up to do   ,  huh?  ”

@manesmaam​

Kim closed her eyes against tears of her own, silently willing Alex to just drop the Manes Man facade for one moment and just let himself feel, let himself be vulnerable with her. She knew it was asking a lot, that it would likely take him years to unlearn all the toxic behaviors that Jesse had beaten into him--if he ever unlearned them at all--but it wouldn’t stop her wishing Alex didn’t feel the need to guard his heart quite so closely. 

“Yeah,” she agreed softly. “We do. . And we’ve got plenty of time.” Kim gave him a soft squeeze and held on like that for a little while longer before pulling back, giving him a quick kiss to his temple as she did so. 

“So,” Kim began casually. “. . . Does this mean I get to ask about Michael Guerin, now, or am I still supposed to accept that you two are ‘just really good friends’ and not question it?” she asked with the smirk of a nosy little sister. They’d never really had the ‘coming out’ conversation, not in those exact words. But at some point she’d figured it out and accepted it as easily as she had his black nail polish or his joining the Air Force; it was part of what made Alex Alex, and that was enough for Kim. 

That didn’t mean that she wasn’t curious about the particulars of her brother’s relationship with the local drunken mechanic. And it’s not as if Michael ever gave her any particulars.

[manesmaam]

tofeelthecold​:

Alex kept his arms around his sister, for a moment longer before loosening his hold on her so she could move if she wanted too. He’d needed the hug, to know that she was real and wasn’t injured, at least not physically. “I know it’s not,” he nodded as he watched Kim carefully. “I hope so. I can’t promise anything since time changes and people can change but I hope we will.” He was being honest and he didn’t want to make her promises that he couldn’t keep.

“Can we leave? I don’t wanna stay here.” Their father’s body was mere feet away from them and it was hard to avoid looking at it. And on the other hand-- “Flint’s here, too, right? We should. . make sure he’s okay. There was that fire. . .” Kim knew Alex and Flint didn’t get along well, but she loved all of her brothers, and she didn’t think she could handle losing any other family tonight. “Can we go find him?”

[manesmaam]

tofeelthecold​:

“I’m not saying you do, Kim. I’m concerned that you left someone in your apartment and he could do something, swipe a key, plant a bug, anything and then come and hurt you,” Kyle explained, trying to be gentle though his worry about what the man might try to pull came out in his protectiveness of Kim. “I know, I’m just concerned for your safety, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to be pushy.”

Kim stared at Kyle for a moment, dumbfounded. “. . . I’m sorry, did you just say ‘plant a bug’?” She barely managed to choke back a giggle at the thought. “You’ve either been spending too much time with Alex, or been reading too many conspiracy theories.” She sighed, but smiled fondly at the man she’d grown up with. “I appreciate you worrying about me, really. It’s sweet. But I’m a big girl, now, Kyle. It’s not like I’m still some stupid kid in high school who needs you to scare my dates into behaving.” Kim still maintained that wasn’t necessary even then, but she wasn’t going to start that argument again. 

[manesmaam]

tofeelthecold​:

“That’s a line I used to pull on Gregory and Flint,” Alex chuckled as he looked at her. “I think it’s better with the alcohol but I didn’t feel like mixing it up so we get this.” He had the alcohol to put in it but hadn’t felt like it and right now he was glad he hadn’t because he didn’t want to get Kim drunk and have something happen to her.

“Right. Because as younger siblings, we’re obligated to annoy those older than us,” Kim replied cheekily. “You’re just not used to being the one that gets annoyed.” That was fine; she’d soon get him used to it again now that he was back home. She snorted in amusement. “Ah, so you’re lazy. I didn’t think they let slackers in the Air Force,” she teased.