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the thing is mulder ripped his heart out a long time ago and is always tossing it up into the sky and juggling it and wordlessly trusts scully to catch it when he’s not paying attention but scully very carefully and quietly pressed her heart into mulder’s hands soon after they met and he didn’t quite realize it even while he’s holding it and carrying it with him

Be yourself so ppl looking for u can find u

when they were still passing time in that old house in louisiana, ignoring his mama’s ghost and letting the bills pile up, will would sneak past his daddy where he was drowning himself in a bottle of jack and go to the marshlands. he runs around the reeds and fallen logs, gets bitten trying to pet a fox, climbs a willow tree. he follows the water to a creek where it’s quiet and still, eats mussels from the shore and digs grubs out of the dirt. he naps under a copse of trees and rouses to a beetle exploring the grooves of his dirty palms, and dips his head to study its patterns. he returns to the stream and tries his hand at catching toads, which ends with him diving into the water to chase after them. he floats on his back in the creek and stares up at the clear sky until it’s time to go back. when he returns it’s with mud up his knees and elbows, and skin peeling across his cheeks and shoulders, freckles beginning to bloom on his skin. beau hoses him down out back and has will help him repair a boat engine, and later he brings home farmers coke and watches as will picks the peanuts out and eats them separately, wondering how his roughened blue collar hands made this wonderful peculiar boy.

because samjohn is so special to me. it's about wanting the safety of a father vs wanting the safety of a son. how a father will drown you to save you. it's about innate fear and being products of your makers. and glorious attaboys of praise dealt rarely past the age of budding rebellion. it's about hating as much as you love, and hating because you love. and drifting when closeness is craved. how sometimes your own flesh and blood turns into something that scares you, is no longer your kind. it's about forgiving a father because he's gone and you've learned that the world has always been cruel and carnal, especially to him. more than anything it is about the kind of anger only a father can brand you with, that only you can let go of.

teen wolf was always about scott and stiles being soulmates, it starts with that and ends with that. all the supernatural stuff comes secondary.

i can see through you and now i must kill myself in front of you for my vision of you to be realized, for you to blossom, for you to accept and become who you should be and are.

Dean called his gun Sam (he says it's Samantha) and makes jokes about going to bed with Sam when he puts it under his pillow.

Will Graham enjoys the cat-and-mouse with Hannibal as if it were liturgy. Every glance a prayer, every silence a hymn. In those moments he feels almost holy, his violence transformed into communion, his dread into revelation.