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elizabethmulder · 1 year

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I posted 15,947 times in 2022

That's 2,357 more posts than 2021!

11 posts created (0%)

15,936 posts reblogged (100%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@hayscodeviolation

@smallscreensource

@juliahart

@amanitacaplan

@dailywomen

I tagged 15,944 of my posts in 2022

#the rookie - 949 posts

#nancy drew - 881 posts

#stranger things - 730 posts

#nancy and ace - 503 posts

#pretty - 371 posts

#artwork - 311 posts

#succession - 297 posts

#buffy the vampire slayer - 294 posts

#the wilds - 271 posts

#dair - 263 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#i mean i'm constantly reading that i'm not enough xyz for being abc and yeah it sucks even if i have dealt with since being a child *shrug*

My Top Posts in 2022:

hi there 👋 is the wilds a good show?

Hey there to you! I really enjoyed it, especially the first season, I still enjoyed the second season it just kinda veered off a bit. It can get darker in tone for some episodes. But I really enjoyed the growth of the characters and seeing how people react to being stuck on an island. It only has two seasons and it definitely ends like there should be a third but unfortunately there won't be. Feel free to ask if there's something more specific you wanted to know.

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I’m finally caught up with my dash which I haven’t been in MONTHS or maybe its a year...I don’t know about anyone else my last two years were not chill and slow paced. With the exception of my anxiety which unfortunately does take up my time, I’m hoping to have more time to do more than just keep up with daily tasks. Maybe finally paint my room, write or start on some craft projects. I’m really trying to work on myself, mentally and physically healing. Just trying to find a better version of my old self.

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Tagged by @hawksnat thank you Nat!

Rules: Tag 9 people you’re interested in getting to know better.

Favourite Color: Mustard

Currently Reading: I’m listening to the audiobook of ‘When No One Is Watching’ by Alyssa Cole and on my Kindle ‘Ruin and Rising’ by Leigh Bardugo.

Last Song: Block Me Out by Gracie Abrams on Spotify and Zombie by Schuyler Fisk on Youtube Music

Last Series: Stranger Things, First Kill and Love, Victor are the only things I’ve watched on my own in awhile. I watched The Staircase and Who Do You Believe? with my mom.

Last Movie: The Secret Garden, Hustle, Father of the Bride and The 355 are the only movies I’ve watched this month.

Sweet/spicy/savoury: I do love sweets, that aren’t too sweet, but savory.

Currently Working On: Trying to motivate myself in starting to redecorate my room. But also declutter in general, need more of a clean space all over the house.

I’m tagging. @diagnosiskasparaitis @intostarlight @killsandthrills @bisummers

@mkmusicmaniac @my-shields-are-down @kteague @spaceball @thesedarkcafedays picked a few from my activity, hi! none of you have to but if you want to. <3

9 notes - Posted June 20, 2022

It really wouldn’t be a Taylor album release day if you didn’t sit and think which songs were gonna be the new Dair songs. So far it’s Maroon, Labyrinth and Sweet Nothings. I really need to give more listens though.

10 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Oh, these two have the same birthday…

29 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review #The fact that Buffy and Dair are still in my top 10 in the year 2022 is !!! to me #I only didn't tag 3 posts. lol #Lets be real that should just be Chenford #I actually made more than 2 posts this year!

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mccdreamys-writes · 11 days

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smiles for miles – 21. the other side of the line

did i fall out of line when i called you? - Gracie Abrams, Mess It Up

S E P T E M B E R 2 3 R D 2 0 1 1

Beneath the imposing facade of the precinct, I paced back and forth, my heart's rhythm echoing the urgency of my repeated calls into the void of my silent phone. "Pick up! Pick up! Pick up!" Each desperate syllable reverberated through the stillness of the village, a testament to the weight of my anxiety and the depth of my desperation. Ever since the line fell silent, I had been ensnared in a relentless cycle of dialing and redialing Maile's number, clinging to a fragile thread of hope that threatened to unravel with each unanswered call.

In the midst of the chaos that consumed me, every spare moment was consumed by the singular mission of reaching her, of hearing the sound of her voice once more, of ensuring her safety in the face of the unknown. Each unanswered ring felt like a blow to the gut, driving me deeper into a pit of anxious unease where my thoughts spiraled out of control, painting vivid and terrifying scenarios that haunted my every waking moment.

"Alex," a voice broke through the cacophony of my thoughts, and I turned to find Reid standing behind me, his concern etched into the furrow of his brow and the lines of his face. "Are you okay?"

Summoning a strained smile, I made the effort to reassure him, though beneath the facade of composure, doubts and fears gnawed at me. "Uh, yeah, I'm fine," I muttered, but the hollow echo of my words rang loudly in my own ears, a stark reminder of the lies I told myself.

The realization crashed over me like a tidal wave, its weight threatening to drown me. My feeble attempt at deception was as transparent as glass, its flaws glaringly obvious to any who cared to look beneath the surface. I couldn't help but wonder if a profiler, with their keen insight and razor-sharp intuition, would have effortlessly seen through the facade, dissecting the intricacies of my falsehood with surgical precision, leaving me exposed and vulnerable in the harsh light of truth.

"What's going on?" His voice sliced through the oppressive silence, a sharp interruption that tore me away from the tumultuous storm brewing within my mind. His gaze bore into me with a penetrating intensity, as if he could see through the facade I desperately tried to maintain and delve into the depths of my soul.

A weary sigh escaped me, the weight of my concerns pressing down upon me like a suffocating blanket. "When we were on the plane," I began, my words stumbling over the chaotic rush of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me, "Maile called. But then... someone entered her room, and the call abruptly ended." The memory of that pivotal moment loomed large in my mind, each detail etched with a sense of foreboding that sent a chill coursing down my spine.

"I've been trying to reach her ever since," I confessed, the admission heavy with unspoken fears and uncertainties that gnawed at the edges of my sanity. "But..." My voice trailed off into a pained silence, the weight of the unspoken anxieties that hung between us suffocating in its intensity.

A bitter taste filled my mouth as I forced out the next words, grappling with the conflicting desires that waged war within me. "I know it's probably nothing," I acknowledged, though the nagging doubt that lingered at the back of my mind refused to be silenced. "And logically, I should let it go. She's an adult, perfectly capable of taking care of herself." The words felt hollow, a feeble attempt to convince both myself and the one who stood before me of their truth.

"But..." The word hung in the air like a heavy anchor, pregnant with the weight of all that remained unspoken between us. "But I just got her back," I finally admitted, the raw vulnerability of the confession laid bare for all to see. After years of separation and longing, the thought of losing her again was a specter too terrible to contemplate, threatening to engulf me in a sea of despair.

Despite the logical part of my mind urging me to stay calm, my heart refused to obey, its frantic beats echoing the urgency of my fears. The image of Maile, vulnerable and alone, haunted my thoughts, igniting a primal instinct to protect her at all costs. Yet, amidst the chaos of my emotions, a flicker of hope still burned bright, a tiny beacon in the darkness that whispered of the possibility of her safety and return.

His question lingered in the air, heavy with implications and laden with the weight of potential consequences. "Do you want me to ask Garcia to hack the cameras in the hospital?" His tone carried a gravity that underscored the seriousness of our predicament, hinting at the desperate measures we might need to take to unravel the mystery before us.

Despite the seriousness of his inquiry, a chuckle bubbled up from deep within me at the audacity of the suggestion. The mental image of Garcia, with her unmatched expertise in all things tech-related, effortlessly breaching the hospital's security system flashed before my eyes. "No," I replied, shaking my head with a wry smile, "it's alright. Let's just go inside and witness Hotch and Rossi weave their investigative magic. I have every confidence they'll have this perpetrator pinned down in record time."

The prospect of watching my esteemed colleagues in action, their determination and skill on full display, offered a glimmer of hope amidst the chaos of our current situation. "And afterward," I continued, my voice tinged with unwavering determination, "we'll locate the missing boys and ensure their safe return home by day's end." The thought of reuniting the children with their families, of bringing closure to the harrowing ordeal, fueled my resolve with newfound purpose.

He nodded in understanding, then gestured for us to follow as he led the way inside. The precinct hummed with activity as we navigated its bustling corridors, the air thick with anticipation and tension, each step bringing us closer to the heart of the investigation.

Watching Hotch and Rossi at work always filled me with admiration. Their presence commanded attention, radiating authority and setting the tone for the serious task ahead. Approaching the interrogation room, I felt a surge of anticipation, eager to witness their expert techniques in action once again.

Our instincts, sharpened through relentless investigation and intuition, proved right; the man we captured was indeed the elusive kidnapper and ruthless killer we tirelessly pursued. The weight of this revelation settled upon us like a heavy cloak, reminding us of the dark realities we faced. Despite the grim discovery, a sense of grim satisfaction lingered, knowing our pursuit of justice hadn't been futile.

With the perpetrator in custody, our focus shifted to rescuing the innocent lives he held captive. Following faint clues, we tracked down a secluded cabin by the tranquil lake. Approaching it, anticipation and trepidation mixed, the urgency of our mission weighing heavily on us.

Inside the dim cabin, a surge of emotions overwhelmed us. There, bound but alive, were the three missing boys whose faces haunted us. Relief flooded through us, washing away doubts and fears. In that moment of triumph, hope blossomed anew.

After reuniting the children with their tearful parents, we wrapped up our business at the precinct. Reports were filed, statements given, and final arrangements made with urgency and purpose. Boarding the plane home, a sense of closure settled over us, mingled with bone-deep exhaustion.

The aircraft's wheels made contact with the runway at Quantico Airport in the dead of night, the clock ticking past 2 AM. Yet, the lateness of the hour hardly registered in my mind. My thoughts were singularly focused: I needed to see Maile. The idea of visiting her surged through me with urgency and determination, pushing aside any concern for the late hour.

I felt a profound sense of gratitude for the decision to transfer Maile to the local hospital in Quantico. Though made hastily, driven by a desperate need for her to receive the best care, stepping off the plane into the cool night air affirmed it was the right choice.

Despite the exhaustion threatening to drag me down after a long and taxing journey, a surge of energy fueled me. I propelled myself forward toward the hospital with almost feverish determination. Each step brought me closer to Maile, closer to seeing her face, hearing her voice, and finding solace in knowing she was safe.

As I navigated the quiet streets of Quantico, darkness surrounded me like a heavy cloak, but I pressed on, unwavering. The thought of Maile awaiting me at the hospital spurred me onward, infusing me with purpose and resolve that drowned out any doubts or fears.

Finally, I reached the hospital, its imposing presence looming like a beacon of hope in the darkness. With quickened steps, I entered the building, my heart racing with anticipation.

Navigating the complex network of corridors within the hospital, I eventually found myself standing outside Maile's room, a mixture of relief and apprehension coursing through me. However, as I drew closer, the sound of a voice I recognized stirred confusion within me. It wasn't Maile's voice.

"Dad?" I uttered in surprise, my voice betraying my bewilderment as I entered the room.

To my amazement, my father stood up, a warm smile lighting up his face as he embraced me tightly. "You're back," he said, his voice carrying a hint of emotion.

Baffled by his unexpected presence, I couldn't help but ask, "What are you doing here?"

In response, he gestured towards Maile, who sat amidst a nest of pillows I had arranged for her comfort. Seeing her weakened state filled me with a whirlwind of conflicting feelings.

"I felt compelled to visit your friend," my father explained, his gaze shifting to Maile with a mix of gratitude and concern.

Confusion swirled within me like a storm, threatening to engulf my senses as I tried to make sense of the scene before me. My father and Maile, sitting together with an unexpected bond, seemed like strangers in a familiar setting, their newfound connection a puzzling anomaly in our shared history.

I wracked my brain, trying to recall any moment where they had even acknowledged each other's presence, but the memory slipped through my fingers like sand. Yet, there they sat, chatting away as if the invisible barrier that once separated them had never existed.

"She's quite funny," my father remarked out of the blue, his words hanging in the air with a surreal quality. "I understand why you're so fond of her."

I responded with a hesitant nod, my mind racing to comprehend the sudden turn of events. How could I reconcile this newfound closeness between them, this unexpected connection that seemed to have blossomed in my absence?

Glancing at his watch, a faint crease formed between his brows, silently signaling the passage of time slipping away. "I reckon it's time I head back to the hotel for some well-deserved rest," he announced, his voice carrying the weight of exhaustion from our shared efforts.

He turned to Maile, offering a reassuring smile, a promise to return evident in his eyes. "I'll swing by to see you the day after tomorrow before I take off," he promised, his words resonating with duty and solidarity in our mission.

"Got it, Captain," Maile replied warmly, waving him off with a silent acknowledgment of the bond that bound us in our pursuit of justice.

Before leaving, he turned to me once more, a wordless farewell speaking volumes of our camaraderie and mutual respect. With one final embrace, he bid me goodbye, marking the close of yet another chapter in our ongoing journey of challenges and victories.

"How was the case?" Maile's voice, soft but laced with concern, pierced through the fog of my thoughts like a ray of light cutting through the darkness. Startled, I turned to meet her gaze, grateful for the distraction she offered from the tumult of emotions swirling within me. Yet, as she posed her question, a floodgate of pent-up frustration and fear burst open within me, washing away any semblance of calm I had left.

Instead of a simple reply, a torrent of words poured forth from my lips, an outpouring of emotion I couldn't contain. "You... You can't do that again," I began, my voice quivering with a blend of anger and relief. "I was going insane all day. I called you countless times, and you didn't pick up. Not once! I feared the worst. I almost considered reaching out to Garcia, begging her to hack into the surveillance cameras just to catch a glimpse of you, to reassure myself that you were okay." Each word carried the heavy burden of the fear and uncertainty that gripped me in her absence.

With a groggy hand, she reached out for her phone lying on the nightstand, its faint glow offering the only light in the dim room. As she scrolled through the notifications, her brows furrowed in confusion, but soon, recognition dawned on her, followed by a pang of guilt that shadowed her features.

Looking over at me, she attempted a sheepish smile, as if trying to downplay the seriousness of her actions. "Oops?" she offered tentatively, the word hanging in the air like a fragile apology.

"Oops?" I repeated incredulously, my voice tinged with a mix of frustration and disbelief. "Yeah, oops! That's exactly it! What were you thinking, hanging up like that and leaving me in the dark?"

"I'm sorry, Alex. Truly," she murmured softly, genuine remorse coloring her tone as she met my gaze with earnest sincerity. "I didn't realize you'd be so worried about me."

Her words, laden with regret, lingered in the air like a delicate offering, a fragile attempt to mend the rift that had formed between us. Yet, despite her apology, I struggled to calm the storm of emotions raging within me. Each syllable she spoke seemed to dredge up the fear and uncertainty that had gripped me while she was gone.

A single tear traced a silent path down my cheek, a silent testament to the turmoil within. I reached up to brush it away, a feeble attempt to hide the depth of my vulnerability. I hadn't planned on crying, hadn't anticipated the flood of emotions that overwhelmed me, but in that moment of honesty, my carefully constructed facade crumbled.

"It's not just about worrying, Maile," I murmured, my voice choked with emotion. "It's about feeling like I'm teetering on the edge of a precipice, watching everything I cherish hang in the balance. It's about the terror of losing you, again. I can't bear that. I can't lose you like that again."

As she shifted over to the left side of the bed, a silent invitation hovered in the air, tempting me to join her on the opposite side. The gesture evoked memories of simpler days, of childhood sleepovers filled with giggles and innocent bonding. But this moment felt different. This time, a new kind of excitement coursed through me, a yearning that thrummed beneath the surface of my every thought.

While I approached and settled beside her, each step closing the gap between us, I marveled at the evolution of our friendship over the years. Once, we had shared secrets and aspirations, but now, there was a palpable tension crackling in the air, an unspoken acknowledgment of the feelings simmering just beneath the surface.

She extended her arms toward me, silently inviting me to find comfort in her embrace. I hesitated, feeling the weight of uncertainty bearing down on me like a heavy burden. But her words, gentle yet tinged with playful humor, broke through the tension like a ray of sunshine piercing through dark clouds. "Don't worry, I won't bite," she quipped, her voice a soothing antidote to the inner turmoil I was experiencing.

With a chuckle, I allowed myself to be enveloped by her embrace, the warmth of her touch wrapping around me like a protective shield. In that moment, as I leaned into her, I was overcome by a profound realization that reverberated within the depths of my being: I was deeply, irrevocably in love with Maile Crane.

A mischievous grin played across her lips, a silent nod to the playful banter that had always characterized our interactions. "At least not yet," she added, her voice carrying a teasing tone.

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ecotone99 · 5 years

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A Soldiers Worst Nightmare Pt.1

My name is Jeremy Hareford, I am a Corporal in the U.S. Army 75th Ranger Regiment, a couple weeks ago we were deployed to Iraq.

We set up camp at a Classified base just 5 miles outside of Fallujah. This military base was kind of small, it had a couple state of the art AH-64 Apache’s capable of wiping out a whole city with their combined firepower, some brand new M1A3 Abrams’, and about 20 Humvees and Personnel carriers.

There seemed to be maybe only about 150 people on base, a good number but a little small considering the tactical importance of Fallujah. We were told a cell of Isis terrorists had taken over the city once again, and our job was to take it over, again.

After we got our shit set up in the Barracks our CO called us in for our Mission Briefing. Colonel Braddock stud in front of the projector screen with detailed imaging of the AO.

He demanded in a coarse, loud voice, “Sit your asses down, close your mouths and open your ears!”.

Everyone promptly found their seats, we knew that there was no time for shits and giggles.

“We have received reports that the ISIS Cell occupying the city of Fallujah has managed to get their hands on a Biological weapon. The only information we were able to accumulate on this matter is the fact that it’s Soviet made, most likely locked away and forgotten about before the collapse of the Soviet Union.”.

The tension in the briefing room was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The expressions on our faces were cold, emotionless. A couple of greenies in the back were dripping with fear of what is to come from this mission.

“On March 31st, 0600 hours, ISIS activated the biological weapon in the center of the city, we sent in a squad that specializes in Biological Warfare to investigate, they went dark after sending this transmission.”.

The Colonel then clicked on an audio file on his computer.

I sat there wondering what kind of weapon could silence an entire city, how could someone be so cruel as to unleash it upon innocent people!?

The silence in the room was broken by the sound of desperation, the sound of pure terror.

“This is Alpha Mike requesting immediate assistance at grid coordinates 5 Alpha, Delta, Sierra, 40327155, our position is being overrun with enemy combatants! I repeat, our position is being overrun with enemy combatants!”.

In the background of the transmission it was absolute chaos, there was gunfire from standard M4 Assault Rifles, soldiers yelling to each other.

The only thing that was missing was the sound of returning gun fire... The only thing I heard besides our guys yelling and firing were these awful, screams. They sounded... inhuman...

I looked around the Briefing room to see the cold, emotionless faces fill with a look of disbelief mixed with horror.

“Our perimeter is down, we are running out of men, those things... they’re too fucking fast!” he said, as if they were being attacked by super human zombies, but that’s impossible... right?

“FUCK IT, THERE ARE TOO MANY! STAY AWAY FROM THE CITY! I REPEAT, STAY AWAY FROM THE CI- “. The transmission then cut to static.

The tough as nails hard ass soldiers that filled that briefing room were thought to be fearless warriors, but every single bone in our bodies were filled with anxiety.

From the back of the room one of the greenies stood up and shouted, “We’re supposed to go into that city after whatever the hell happened to those guys?!”.

We all stared at him, he slowly sat down after realizing he sounded cowardly.

The Colonel then continued with the mission briefing, “You will be using special issue HAZMAT Gear for this operation, it is light and protective. The biological weapon released seems to be an aerosol, so if your suit is punctured you will be considered a threat and put into quarantine for observation until it is verified that you are not a danger to your fellow soldiers. You will enter the city via armored personnel carrier and will be escorted by two Apache choppers until you are just a mile out, we don’t need to spread this thing around farther by flying over the city. It is now 1900 hours, you will roll out at 0 hour and link up with SEAL Team 2 outside the city, they will be marked by strobes. Your mission is to provide security for them incase shit gets hairy; they will be making their way to the center of the city to recover the weapon so that we can gain further information on it. Any questions?”.

I looked around, everyone sat calm, quietly, with a blazing fire in their eyes. “Perfect! Dismissed!”.

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