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will I ever make a sound, did I ever make a sound? {independent alison hendrix}

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     “For someone who takes herself waaaay too seriously, you don’t give yourself enough credit.” She shakes her head, hand moving to rest on her jittery knee. “Sarah’s wild. Total rebel. And have you seen how reckless she gets? I don’t know if she could handle something that delicate, you know?” The frantic gesture of Alison’s hand makes Cosima smile – so much the same, yet so very different. “Besides, all of us working together is way better than just, like, segregating the cure to one person.” 

     Should she really use us in an equation that would exist without her?

     “Nah. Barely even listen to myself. C’mon, Alison, where’ve you been?” Still, Cosima relaxes, the smile on her face genuine and thankful when Alison comes out to fully join her. And it’s her sister’s words that make Cosima’s eyes grow wide and bright, dancing more than the snowflakes that fall around them.

     “But – but that’s just it, Alison, we’re… we’re clones, and we’re still so different. You literally just showed all that insecurity over not knowing what to do with a cure. You want to stay settled in, you have kids, a – a family, and it’s really not something I’m ready for… you can’t say we’re carbon copies, our nature shaped us into totally different people.” She takes a breath, a bit of a rattled one. “It’s – it’s incredible.”

      “I’m exceptional at certain things. Science was never one of those things,” Alison said with a shrug. “Besides, if I was actually good at biology, why would we have kept you around?” she said, her elbow nudging Cosima’s arm gently. She was smiling, hoping that Cosima knew she was joking. “You’re right. Sarah’s not the right choice. Maybe Krystal?” she said with a laugh. “We need all of us, Cosima. And that...that means you too,” she said, letting a hand rest over her sister’s. She couldn’t imagine handling this mess without the scientist, and she shouldn’t have to. 

      “But we have the same DNA. How did we end up so different?” she said, still not truly understanding what had happened. “I guess it is kind of amazing. Doesn’t make sense, but it’s amazing,” she said with a smile. It obviously fascinated the woman sitting next to her, and the way she described it made Alison want to learn more.

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“Hey, Ali, have you seen my…”

“…where did you f i n d that?”

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“I found it in your drawer. Looking for that sweater you were talking about. There’s a Big Boob Blowies 2? Why in the world was this in your dresser?”

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thank you, beth.

for all you do. x

alison.

alison. i with a heart. turquoise polka-dot stiff paper decorated with flowers and hearts, and inside, a shocking pink colored fold, sprinkled with glitter. (no, knowing what shade of pink this is is not a result from the countless hours spent in alison’s presence while she was picking outfits and scolding you that, ‘no, elizabeth, not all pink is pink. this is fuscia and this is bubblegum. they are not all the same.’) how very ali.

she has been staring at the card lord knows how long, thinking. just thinking, recalling. her gun sits at the edge of the counter. ‘how do i put bullets in this thing?’ ‘you don’t. you want until i teach you how to use it, okay?’ as if that had done any good. alison is dead, and no firearm training could have prevented it. alison is dead, and beth doesn’t know how much deeper the hollowness inside her can grow.

elizabeth childs - hero, protector, savior. pft.

elizabeth childs is no more than a poor excuse for the above mentioned.

elizabeth. god, she hates that name with a passion. (beth, she’s beth. beth. beth. beth.) but when it comes out of ali’s mouth in a high octave and with that over exaggerated annoyance, beth has never felt more like she belongs to that name.

and now she’s never going to hear it again. she’s never going to see alison annoyed again. she’s never going to hear alison’s incessant reminders again. have you gotten enough sleep? have you eaten? take it easy on yourself, beth. i’m thankful for all that you do for us, beth. the ones with the hidden i love you and i care about you between each word. she’s never going to see alison smile again and share that.

and so she reaches for the ziplock bag. the last ‘gift’ she received from alison, soon to be gone, just like half the bottle of whiskey. just like alison herself.

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g33kych33ky:

     “Oh, c’mon, it totally is. At least a little bit.” Truth be told, the image of Cosima’s corpse floating in some cryogenic tube in a futuristic sci-fi lab is both funny and, ah, bone chilling. “Oh, shit, yeah… that’s true. I need a good successor, huh?” She turns to Alison, giving her a vaguely nudging look with brows raised. “You first on the list for takers or…?” 

     She just smiles at Alison’s repeated suggestion, instead letting her hand move to gently guide her sister outside. Always focused on touch, she never quite can say what she wants to without some gesture or tactile communication. “Nah, it’s cool. Stay here a bit.” The comment only makes her smile more. “It is. It’s even cooler when you see snowflakes under a microscope. It’s practically impossible for any two to be the same…” Kind of reminds her of them.

      “Maybe a little bit,” Alison admitted, giving the scientist a small smile. She didn’t want to imagine the woman anywhere close to death, but it seemed to be the most fitting way for Cosima to go. “When have I ever given you the impression that I know anything about...this?” she said, gesturing almost frantically back and forth between them. “You’d be better leaving it with, I don’t know, Sarah,” she said, though she was sure the other woman knew little more than she did.

      "Do you ever listen to anyone?” she said with a sigh as Cosima pulled her further outside. Though, perhaps a few minutes outside wouldn’t make Cosima worse. She was already sick, and the cold wasn’t going to change that. “Aren’t we supposed to be like that too? Humans, I mean. But we’re copies of each other,” she said softly, almost sure that’s what Cosima’s thinking too.

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My muse is dead. Tell me how yours is dealing with it.

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g33kych33ky:

     “Jesus, you must be a hit with Make a Wish Foundation kids, huh?” It’s a very real quip over a very real illness, something Cosima probably shouldn’t joke about… but humor is her coping mechanism, the only thing that keeps her tethered. “Maybe if I’m out here long enough, I’ll be, like, cryogenically frozen and then maybe you guys can figure something out.” 

     She moves forward, hands outstretched to catch whatever flakes grace themselves with her touch. “You ever try to catch snowflakes? It’s practically impossible with a warm body temperature, come out here instead.”

      “That’s...that’s not funny, Cosima,” Alison said, her voice shaking. “Besides, if you’re frozen then who’s going to find the cure? Scott?” she asked with an awkward laugh. None of this was a laughing matter, but at least the jokes seemed to be making Cosima feel better. 

      “I really think you should go back inside,” she said softly, even though she was sure Cosima wasn’t going to listen. Though, after a moment of hesitation, she stepped out beside her sister.  “I could make us some hot chocolate,” she offered, though her eyes were trained on the sky. “It is kind of peaceful out here, isn’t it?”

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paigeatyourservice:

“And miss the movie with you guys? No way.”  She tried to help Alison set up the room, but ended up holding Zelda back as her contribution. The puppy was also eager to help.

“I think that’ll be plenty, Alison. Thanks for the room; not sure if the car would make it back home. Would you mind if I made a makeshift dog bed for Zelda with one of these?” She lifted up a blanket, knowing that while typically the pup slept in her bed, that would freak the older woman out.

“At least you’re safe here,” Alison said with a small smile. “And you’re right, the kids would have been disappointed if you left early.”

“Well, I just wanted to make sure you were comfortable,” she said, knowing she probably went a bit overboard. “It should stop snowing by tomorrow afternoon. But you’re free to stay as long as you’d like, of course,” she said. Oscar and Gemma would probably be excited to wake up and find that Paige was still there in the morning. “Yes, but use this one,” she said, her nose wrinkling as she pulled out an old blanket covered in soccer balls from the bottom of the stack. She wasn’t very fond of the idea of any of her blankets getting ruined tonight, but Zelda couldn’t exactly sleep outside.

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“are you for fucking REAL? why would i pay someone to tell me that i’m hella fucked up? i can do that MYSELF for free. i roll my therapy up and smoke it.”

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“there’s no shame in needing to talk to someone, you know. i have to admit, i felt the way you did for a while. well...not exactly. i wasn’t about to smoke anything, but talking to people actually helps. if you want to act like a little brat, that’s your problem. i was just giving you a suggestion.”

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“I did tell you the weather was going to get worse. You should have left an hour ago if you didn’t want to be stuck here,” Alison said flippantly as she rushed around the guest room. She had already made a pile of three blankets on the foot of the bed, as well as an extra set of pajamas and a toothbrush. “Do you think that will be enough pillows?” she asked, nodding at the pile of pillows that had taken residence in the guest room.

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“Cosima, you’re sick. You shouldn’t be going out in weather like this,” Alison scolded. They both had been watching the snow come down for an hour now, and she could tell the other woman wanted to leave the house to do God knows what. “It’s not like this will be the last snow you’ll ever see,” she said, though they both knew that might not be the case.

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“Well, it’s not designer, but I hope you like it,” Alison said, passing a small wrapped gift box that contained a black hat she knitted herself over to . “Merry Christmas, Charlotte,” she said with a small smile, hoping she liked the present. It matched the hats she had made for the other sisters, which had to mean something to Charlotte.

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❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜

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“...Do you need to talk about something? I mean, I can give you my therapist’s number.”

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untothisstorm replied to your post: guess who’s back, back again. like this for a...

THE BAE IS BACK

HELLO

IT’S ME

[lottewrites]

HAMILTON : AN AMERICAN MUSICAL  → STARTERS

❛ he was longing for something to be a part of. ❜

❛ and the world is gonna know your name. ❜

❛ there’s a million things i haven’t done, but just you wait. ❜

❛ you never learned to take your time. ❜

❛ talk less…smile more. ❜

❛ who’s the best? c’est moi! ❜

❛ the plan is to fan this spark into a flame. ❜

❛ i’m not throwing away my shot. ❜

❛ i may not live to see our glory, but i will gladly join the fight !  ❜

❛ they’ll tell the story of tonight. ❜

❛ tomorrow there’ll be more of us. ❜

❛ i’m looking for a mind at work. ❜

❛ look around at how lucky we are to be alive right now. ❜

❛ oh my god. tear this dude apart. ❜

❛ i will send a fully armed battalion to remind you of my love… ❜

❛ dying is easy, young man… living is harder. ❜

❛ then you walked in and my heart went ‘boom’! ❜

❛ you look at me and suddenly i’m helpless. ❜

❛ i am so into you. ❜

❛ i’m just saying if you really loved me, you would share him. ❜

❛ love doesn’t discriminate from the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i’m willing to wait for it. ❜

❛ i am the one thing in life i can control. ❜

❛ call me son one more time —…. ❜

❛ i don’t pretend to know the challenges you’re facing. ❜

❛ that would be enough. ❜

❛ and we could be enough. ❜

❛ let me a part of the narrative in the story they will write one day. ❜

❛ you have no control : who lives, who dies, who tells your story. ❜

❛ history has its eyes on you. ❜

❛ awesome. wow. ❜

❛ i’ll make the world safe and sound for you. ❜

❛ why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? ❜

❛ what’d i miss? ❜

❛ run away with us for the summer. ❜

❛ take a break. ❜

❛ well, hate the sin, love the sinner. ❜

❛ no one else was in the room where it happened. ❜

❛ and then we’ll teach them how to say goodbye. ❜

❛ we both know what we know. ❜

❛ i will choose her happiness over mine every time. ❜

❛ god, i hope you’re satisfied. ❜

❛ i saved every letter you wrote me. ❜

❛ you built me palaces out of paragraphs. ❜

❛ be careful with that one, love, he will do what it takes to survive. ❜

❛ when you were mine, the world seemed to burn. ❜

❛ the world has no right to my heart. ❜

❛ i hope that you burn. ❜

❛ everything is legal in new jersey… ❜

❛ i’m so sorry for forgetting what you taught me. ❜

❛ it’s quiet uptown. ❜

❛ they are trying to do the unimaginable. ❜

❛ there are moments that the words don’t reach. ❜

❛ forgiveness. can you imagine? ❜

❛ i had only one thought before the slaughter. ❜

❛ i imagine death so much, it feels more like a memory. ❜

❛ what is a legacy? it’s planting seeds in a garden you will never see. ❜

❛ death doesn’t discriminate between the sinners and the saints. ❜

❛ i survived, but i paid for it. ❜

❛ have i done enough? will they tell my story? ❜

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guess who’s back, back again. like this for a starter lol.

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//I’m so sorry I haven’t been on my OB blogs recently. I’ve been busy packing for college and spending some time getting my multi muse up and running over here. I’ll be moving back tomorrow and I have a busy first week, so there might not be a lot of activity on these blogs. I’ll try to do some more replies tonight (and probably queue them) but then my activity is gonna go down a little bit. I’ll be back once I get settled for school~

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“It was the ethical thing to do. Leda and Castor are the first human clones to be successfully created. If you were somehow defective, we could not risk you creating defective children.” Susan inwardly cringed at the way she phrased it. It sounded like forced sterilization…and it was.

“Alison, this trivial matter can wait. Your life is at stake. I need to focus on finding a cure for Leda and Castor before I try to give you your own child.” She said with a small sigh. With a shake of her head, she took a step forward. She reached out, placing a gentle hand on Alison’s arm. It was a motherly action and she could only hope that Alison interpreted it as such. “You have beautiful Oscar and Gemma, You can wait a year. You have enough to deal with now. Take care of your family and once you are cured, we can discuss this.”

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“How is taking away my ability to have children remotely ethical? We’re not some experiment, Susan. We’re humans too.” Alison knew that this was futile, that this witch would have nothing to do with giving them the ability to have children. But yelling at someone, the source of the problem, did make her feel better.

“If you hadn’t tried to mess with our reproductive system, you wouldn’t have even had to find a cure. And you’re doing a very poor job of it right now.” She was angry, and she felt she had every right to be. “Please, don’t touch me. I’m sure you’re going to disappear as soon as we’re cured and not even consider trying to help me. I love my children, of course I do. I just would have liked the opportunity to have some of my own. You wouldn’t know what this love is like, though. You let your children get experimented on and watched as we got sick.”