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anneangel · 3 months

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Tolkien said that one of the things he didn't like about LotR was that the book was too short.

In a way I agree with him, because I found the ending so rushed [others always say "that evil" is destroyed in the middle of the book and everything after is just an long epilogue] and yet I found it rushed. And I wanted a lot of the appendices to be narrated chapters, it was interesting to see what the lives of each member of the Fellowship were like in the appendices, but I wanted chapters about.

And I would also like to have seen, narrated chapters, of the Battle of Dale, with Brand (Son of Bain, son of Bard) and Dáin fighting three days against enemy armies and dying. I wish had read a narrative of Thranduill and Celeborn uniting in Mirkwood and destroying Dul Guldur once and for all, and then dividing the region between them. When LotR informs that the others would not come to battle because they already had war at their gates, I wanted the plot to split to show this in other parts.

A better development of the romance between some characters would also be interesting, the Tale of Aragorn and Arwen already makes me cry every time I read it, but I feel like it would be more interesting as a narrative than an appendix. If their marriage went on for another 100 pages I wouldn't mind. And I would like Arwen and Elrond's conversations not to be just subtext.

Faramir and Éowyn, I really love them as a couple, but I think more pages dedicated to their romance would also be interesting. Sam and Rose? I would have liked it more if we had more mentions of the girl throughout the journey, if Sam mentioned her more often throughout the plot, so maybe the end wouldn't seem so sudden. When I say that don't like the development of the "love pairings" in LotR, it's not that I don't like the characters or the ships, but that the narrative wasn't enough for me. Don't get me wrong, I love LotR. But I wanted there to be more to be "narrated" than "told" or "implied" or "pointed out in the appendices."

Yes, I also thought the book was too short. There is a lot between the lines that could come to light more. It could have been another thousand pages. And perhaps it still wasn't enough. How could anyone think that LotR is a very long book?

Maybe that's the problem with Tolkien creating such a complex Universe with such interesting characters: no matter how long the book was, it would never be enough. Because as a fan, I would always want more and more of it. More immersion at all points. Is it always like this with authors who create universes that seem so incredible to read? And when it's gone, it's not enough to fill the void.

And all the posthumous books, like The Silmarillion, or Unfinished Tales (and others), with the tone of "organized drafts" and "told" instead of narrated most of the time, weren't enough for me. I still wanted so much more. And I never will have it. Don't get me wrong, I liked the posthumous books, I think Christopher Tolkien did a good work. But still, when reading, I always asked myself "if this had been published by Tolkien during his lifetime, would it have been like this? What would he have changed yet? What would he have more refined?".

Because, as much as other fans like to see posthumous books as a "canonical" part of the work, like complements. I can only see as unfinished drafts, which it truly are. No matter how well organized are, even The Silmarillion is just a draft organized in the best way, Christopher T says this.

The letters don't count for me either, because Tolkien changed his mind about several things, just like in the drafts.

So I feel that, although the Tolkien Universe is vast, there are a lot of drafts and letters, and little work is actually completed. I liked the posthumous books and the fact that they expanded the universe even further and provided more information. But it becomes a “vicious cycle”, as the information contained there also brings more desire for it be narrated by Tolkien himself in an book he finished (but will never be! Unfortunately).

And that saddens me. Because I wanted so much more. And Tolkien didn't live long enough to give it. In the end, it's a mix of happiness for what Tolkien gave, and sadness for what he still could have given.

#lord of the rings #lotr #the fellowship of the ring #the return of the king #tolkien books #eowyn #faramir #aragorn #arwen #elrond #thranduil #celeborn #the silmarillion #unfinished tales #the hobbit

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sargeantgp · 23 days

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Katherine Legge will attempt to qualify for the 108th Indianapolis 500 in an entry fielded by Dale Coyne Racing with RWR, with primary sponsorship from beauty brand e.l.f.

“I’m honored to be back at the ‘500’ to represent such a groundbreaking and historic effort put forward by e.l.f.,” Legge said. “e.l.f. is truly changing the face of motorsports by lifting women up and challenging norms. Janet Guthrie set the stage for this type of moment back in the ‘70s, and I’m honored to carry it forward with Dale Coyne Racing with RWR this year.

“When I was 9 years old, I decided I wanted to be a race car driver, and I never would have dreamed a beauty brand would one day be my primary sponsor in the Indy 500. Together with DCR, Honda and e.l.f., we will truly empower women who are breaking barriers, pushing boundaries and testing the limits by giving them the confidence and a path toward realizing their dreams, whatever they may be.”

#🦵🦵🦵#elf has been killing it with the ads lately i’m soo excited #pink car!! i want merch!!#katherine legge #indycar #indy 500 2024 #*#this event was super cute #there was like no good pictures though 😔

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barbielore · 1 year

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After exploring the Mad Men tie-in dolls, and the Pussy Galore Barbie, I thought I’d put together a list of the character tie-in Barbies that I find the most unexpected or otherwise remarkable!

Dale Earnhardt Jr Barbie.

Note this is not just a NASCAR Barbie as it would appear at first glance - it is specifically Dale Earnhardt Jr branded and themed.

Alexis from Dynasty

It’s a very nice design, but much like the Mad Men tie-ins, I would not have thought of Dynasty as being a media property ripe for a Barbie tie-in.

Jacob from Twilight

Okay, okay, Twilight is definitely a good product for a tie-in. But the Jacob cracks me up. At least the other character Barbies get to wear clothes.

George Washington

What I love about the George Washington Barbie is that they went with Barbie, rather than a Ken.

Alfred Hitchcock’s The Birds

This is from the same collection as the Pussy Galore, and I understand this even less.

#barbie #George Washington #dale earnhardt Jr #the birds #twilight #Jacob black #dynasty

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meteors-lotr · 24 days

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Baby Brand, holding up an acorn: What’s this?

Bain: A tree

Baby Brand: Really??

Bain: Yeah in a nutshell

#incorrect quotes #incorrect lotr quotes #incorrect the hobbit quotes #lotr #lord of the rings #the hobbit #bain dragonson #bain of dale #brand son of bain

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fablefics · 1 year

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i have a request for sebastian and f!mc, i don’t mind which house. a little angsty but also fluffy? i think it would be super cute.

after a fight, they aren’t speaking. ominis hates it because he has to split his time between them, so he’s been (unsuccessfully) trying to get them talking again. he tells sebastian that she was injured out on one of her adventures and sebastian immediately goes to look for her. when he finds her, he hugs her and is super concerned, checking her over for injuries. ominis catches up and smiles, knowing his plan worked. (either he made it up or he exaggerated, with it only being something minor like a small cut or scratch)

Hold On | Sebastian Sallow x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: little angsty, mild description of an injury

A/N - Not proofread, apologies in advance. Made a few slight changes but I hope you still like it anon <3 Also apologies for taking forever to write this, I have a bigger fic in the works to make up for my sudden absence. ALSO house is left vague so it can be whatever you would like.

You were sitting in the library next to Natty and Poppy who were debating the importance of astronomy and if it actually deserved to be a core class. You didn’t really hear a word they were saying, instead you were staring daggers into the back of Sebastian Sallow’s head. He had specifically chosen to sit at the table next to you and your friends with his back to you so he couldn’t see you, but you were forced to stare at him. Ominis was across from Sebastian and even from a distance you could tell he was uncomfortable with the tension in the room. You and Sebastian were fighting, a frustratingly common occurrence at this point. After being friends for almost three years, the two of you knew exactly how to push each other’s buttons and this time you had pushed a bit too far.

Amit had given you a gift, a brand new telescope to replace the old one he had lent to you during fifth year. It was harmless, Amit was not interested in you. It was no secret that the Ravenclaw had been hooking up with Samantha Dale since the beginning of seventh year. Now, nearing graduation, he had given the telescope to you as a ‘graduation/saving the school’ gift. Sebastian, hearing about this, decided to accuse you of secretly being in love with Amit. In response, you told him that Amit, at least, would be a good boyfriend. This kicked up one of your arguments, which ended with Sebastian huffing out of the Great Hall with a bruised ego.

That was two days prior, eventually the anger would fade and everything would go back to normal. Ominis hated when the two of you fought. After he left the group it took him a while to made amends with Sebastian and rejoin the friend group, but now the two of you were constantly squabbling. You watched Ominis mutter something to Sebastian and saw the man’s shoulders tense. What is he saying to him? You wondered. You hoped Ominis would be on your side, he usually was.

“What do you think, Y/N?” Natty asked, breaking your death glare into Sebastian’s neck.

“I like astronomy,” you responded.

Both girls giggled a little. Poppy smiled at you, “We were talking about going to Hogsmeade tomorrow night for a butterbeer.”

“Oh,” you blushed.

“Where is your head at?” Natty asked, even though they both knew exactly who you had been thinking about.

“Nowhere,” you lied.

“Someone’s fawning over Sallow again, I see,” Imelda Reyes appeared from behind a bookshelf and decided to speak loudly enough for most of the surrounding area to hear.

Ominis dropped his forehead onto the table as Sebastian turned to face you for the first time since he had sat down. You wanted to scream at Imelda but kept your cool, simply announcing, “Please, Imelda, we both know I have much better taste than that.”

You could practically feel Sebastian’s eyes glaring at you, but you refused to face him. Imelda laughed and sat down at the table next to Poppy. She was holding a book about the history of the Tutshill Tornados. Poppy immediately attempted to defuse the tension by asking Imelda a question about Quidditch, which Imelda was more than happy to answer. Natty looked at you awkwardly and you wanted nothing more than to disappear. Sebastian stood up and stormed away, while Ominis continued to sit with his head on the table. The entire library had to be aware of the tension by now, so you decided to excuse yourself back to your dorm for the night.

The next day you decided to skip class in favor of hunting down some poachers who had set up camp near Bainburgh. You informed Poppy and Ominis about where you were going, just in case something happened. If you weren’t back by dinner, they would come find you. You needed a break from the drama of school. You wondered if it was concerning that your idea of a break was killing dark wizards, but decided not to look to deeply into that. Most of your professors had become accustomed to you randomly taking off and given your status as the Hero of Hogwarts, none of them had complained. Luckily you no longer had Potions, if Sharp heard about you skipping classes he would not be so understanding.

It was a fairly large camp, you scouted it from the air. Half a dozen tents scattered the clearing with two large cages on either side of the camp. You couldn’t get a good count on how many poachers were in the camp but it was at least 15, more than you would usually take on by yourself, but definitely not enough to pose any real risk. You landed in the trees away from the camp and began to creep closer so you could get a better idea of how many poachers were there. As you got closer you heard a sound from behind you and suddenly a shiver ran down your spine.

“Protego!” You cast the protective charm just in time for the poacher’s spell to bounce away from you and back at them.

“Confringo!” The poacher screamed.

Guess I’m not doing this quietly, you thought bitterly. The forest around you was filled with the flashing colors of the duel and you could hear the sound of more poachers on their way. You finished off the first one fairly easily and turned to see four more running out of the camp toward your position. You readied your wand, prepared for a tough fight.

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“Ominis!” Poppy came running into the Great Hall, “Y/N isn’t back yet is she?”

“I haven’t heard from her since this morning,” Ominis stood up, but he was still calm, “She’s not with you?”

“Obviously not,” Poppy was anxious.

Sebastian was sitting at the Slytherin table, “What’s going on?”

“Y/N might be in trouble, she went to find some poachers in Bainburgh but we expected her back in time for dinner,” Poppy blurted out in a single breath.

“Take a breath, Poppy,” Ominis remained calm, “Dinner just started, she’s probably on her way back now. We both know how capable she is, give it time.”

Sebastian stood up, “I’m going after her.”

“Sebastian,” Ominis sighed, “Do you really think she wants to see you?”

“She could be in trouble, Ominis,” Sebastian rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and turned to leave the Great Hall, “I don’t give a damn what she wants.”

“I’m going with you,” Poppy announced.

“Alright,” Ominis grabbed his robe from the bench of the Slytherin table, “I guess we’re all going.”

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You were breathing heavily, staring down at the large wound on your leg. One of the poachers had gotten you with a well-timed diffindo and sliced a fairly sizable gash through your calf. You groaned as you downed a wiggenweld potion and pulled some bandages out of your bag to start taking care of the wound. The wiggenweld helped a lot but this was a pretty serious wound, you would have to hope that one of your friends would realize that you were missing and come looking for you. You were definitely not strong enough to fly back or even apparate yourself back.

The sun was beginning to set, it had to be after dinner time by now. You leaned against the rock that was behind you and stared up at the pinky red sunset. You began digging around for another wiggenweld potions, and luckily found another one buried in the bottom of your bag. You hoped that the potion would at least help with some of the pain so you could fly yourself back to Hogwarts.

As you downed the bottle you heard the sound of someone yelling your name, but not just any someone, Sebastian. You looked up and saw your friends descend on their brooms into the clearing around you. Sebastian jumped off his broom without a second thought and ran to you. Whatever anger the two of you had been harboring towards the other was gone, and all that mattered in that moment was being together. Sebastian collapsed to his knees at your side, staring down at your bloody leg.

“It looks worse than it is,” you assured him. The wiggenweld potion was helping quite a bit.

“What happened?” Sebastian was so worried he seemed angry again, but you knew it was just concern.

“I got careless,” you sighed, “And there were more than I planned for.”

Sebastian looked around the clearing. The bodies of at least 20 dead poachers scattered the area, it looked like a warzone. Poppy and Ominis hung back, just happy to see that you weren’t amongst the dead bodies. Sebastian looked back to you and stared deeply into your eyes.

“You have to be more careful,” he looked down at your leg again, but the wiggenweld was already helping to close it.

“I’m fine, Seb,” you moved to wrap the bandage around your leg but Sebastian pulled the roll out of your hands.

“Let me,” Sebastian gently picked up your leg so it was resting in his lap.

Ominis and Poppy stole a glance between the two of them and silently apparated back to the castle, leaving the two of you alone in the clearing. You barely even noticed their disappearance, you were too focused on Sebastian and how intimate the moment was. He was gentle with the bandages, worrying that he was going to hurt you more. His fingers grazed the skin around the wound, sending shivers down your spine. Unlike the shiver you got when the poacher tried to kill you, this was a good shiver. There was a knot forming in your stomach as Sebastian carefully finished tending to your leg.

“Am I going to make it, Nurse Sallow?” You joked.

“Just barely,” Sebastian moved your leg out of his lap, “You’re lucky I was here.”

“I could have taken care of it myself,” you said, annoyed that he didn’t have faith in your ability to take care of yourself.

“You could have,” Sebastian nodded, “But it’s kind of nice to have someone taking care of you, don’t you think?”

You blushed, he was right. It was nice to have him there in a moment of weakness. Ever since your fifth year, Sebastian had been your protector. He was always there when you went after dark wizards and goblins. You hated yourself for starting the whole argument but before you could apologize, Sebastian did.

“I’m sorry about the Amit thing,” Sebastian said, refusing to make eye contact with you.

“The Amit thing?” You laughed, Sebastian scowled at you, “Sebastian, it’s okay. I’m the one who needs to apologize.”

“Why do we always do this?”

“Do what?”

“Argue, hate each other, make up, repeat,” Sebastian sighed and leaned back on his hands.

“I don’t know,” you couldn’t think of a witty response.

“I think I’m scared,” Sebastian said after a painfully long pause.

“Scared of what?”

“Being honest.”

The silence between the two of you was deafening. You understood what he was saying, but didn’t want to face it either. Instead of saying anything Sebastian pulled you towards him, laying down in the dirt so your head could rest on his chest. He wrapped his arms tightly around you. In that moment absolutely nothing could get to you, you were safe. No words were exchanged, but you both knew what Sebastian was trying to say. You relaxed into his arms, smiling to yourself. I’m never letting go of him again, you decided.

#just something cute and easy #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfic #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #fablefics #sebastian sallow x reader

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glittergear · 8 months

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Un-horny BG2 mods

Ok, so I often hear that BG2 mods are very horny--not denying that, but here are some horny-free BG2 mods that I enjoy. I'm only including Quest and NPC mods here. I'm also only including mods that I have entirely played through myself.

The White Queen, by Lava: a quest mod that allows player to visit brand new place - Silent Swamps - where something happened some time ago. Curious? Let yourself discover what lies under the layers of the mud, meet the White Queen and her servants. Also, the music is bangin'

I Shall Never Forget, by Lava: This Baldur's Gate 2 mod allows you to work with Orion - a mage who has lost the sense of his life. Either help him regain what he lost or let him die without the faintest ray of hope.

Southern Edge, by Lava: Southern Edge is a new district for Athkatla available from the very start, once you talk to Gaelan and hear his offer. You can get a Book of Intelligence as a reward for one of the quests, and there's a scribe who will buy your unneeded quest documents (like The Tome of Amaunator, the Noontime Ritual, the Book of Kaza, etc. It's a nice lore-friendly way to get rid of some items)

Ooze's Lounge, by Lava: The mod introduces a brand new part of Athkatlan sewers. You may now use the originally inactive grate in Slums to enter a locked part of the sewers and discover its dark corners. The mod offers three new areas as well as a couple of mini-quests, new items and graphics.

Yoshimo Romance, by Lava: Mod includes 16 timered talks with Yoshimo (pre-Brynnlaw) plus those fired by circumstances - including talk in Brynnlaw and at entrance of Spellhold. Those who love reading may also install additional portion of text - dialogues for both male and female players fired by in-game events. There's no horniness here; the most you can do is kiss his cheek once, IIRC

Everything else, by Lava: seriously, all of his mods are great, and none of the ones on his site are horny

Trials of the Luremaster, by Argent77: This mod makes the Icewind Dale expansion "Trials of the Luremaster" available to BG2:EE (v2.0 or later), Siege of Dragonspear and EET (Enhanced Edition Trilogy).

✨Adrian✨, by Rhealla: Adrian has lived an interesting life, for lack of a better term, though he's hoping to finally put his past behind him. Aside from his magic, he has a background in espionage and a decadent -- some might say romantic -- streak that has gotten him into trouble in the past. He once pursued (and ultimately wrecked) a political career with one of the most notorious organizations in the Realms, and may very much enjoy the opportunities for intrigue the Shadow Thieves have to offer... if you can drag him away from fighting with the Harper and the Red Wizard long enough to notice, that is. Don't let his alignment scare you off. He's the least evil Evil character in the game, and his alignment can seamlessly shift to LN. He does fine in my good-aligned playthroughs. His romance isn't particularly horny--he offers once, but you can turn him down just fine (and there are multiple ways to tell him no). He's by far my favorite romance and favorite NPC in the game; I am not normal about him at all; and I could probably write an entire essay about his character arc. Please do try him out

Sir Ajantis by jastey: With this modification Ajantis can be acquired as a member of the PC's group after the fight in the Windspear Hills (which was not changed by the mod principally). The player must first solve a quest to free Ajantis from Firkraag's ransom. You have the option to continue his romance from BG1 or start a new romance with him--I've done the new romance route, and I didn't notice any horniness.

#baldurs gate #baldur's gate #bg2 #gg plays #recs

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disneytva · 7 months

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Atomic Monster and Disney Branded Television Fly Again With Live-Action Gargoyles Series For Disney+

It is the nature of human kind to fear what they do not understand. Their ways are not our ways -- Goliath

Almost 30 years after first appearing as an animated television series, Gargoyles is taking flight once more, this time in live-action according to The Hollywood Reporter and DEADLINE

The project hails from Annabelle writer Gary Dauberman and James Wan with Atomic Monster (Warner Bros "The Conjuring Universe", Universal Pictures & Blumhouse Studios "M3GAN" Franchise) serving as production studio with Disney Branded Television trought Disney Television Studios. No word yet if original creator Greg Weisman will join the project

A live action adaptation had been discussed by Disney since the beginning of the show's run and went with multiple directors over the years at Walt Disney Studios like Todd Garner, Jim Kouf, David Elliot,Paul Lovett and Jordan Peele.

Gargoyles is the lastest Disney TVA property in getting the live action treatment after Kim Possible as a DCOM on 2019 and Chip 'n Dale: Rescue Rangers as a live-action animation hybrid film on Disney+ in 2022 additionaly Gargoyles joins the lastest trend of Disney Afternoon reboots with DuckTales as a animated reboot for Disney XD, Chip 'n Dale: Rescue Rangers a Prime-Time Emmy Award live-action animation hybrid film from Walt Disney Studios,Mandeville Films and The Lonely Island on Disney+, Darkwing Duck and TaleSpin as upcoming animated reboots by Point Grey Pictures & Disney TVA also for Disney+

The only shows on The Disney Afternoon slate left to reboots, having films or live action adaptions are Adventures of The Gummi Bears, Goof Troop, Bonkers, The Shnookums & Meat Funny Cartoon Show and The Mighty Ducks The Animated Series.

#Gargoyles #Gargoyles Live Action #Greg Weisman #Gary Dauberman #James Wan #Atomic Monster #Disney Branded Television #Disney Television Studios #Disney+#Disney Plus #Disney+ Originals #Disney Plus Originals #Disney+ Original Series #Disney Plus Original Series #Disney Afternoon #The Disney Afternoon

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foxwmulder · 4 months

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I just found my list of when I categorized every xf episode (mostly through s7) during quarantine lmao

MONSTER OF THE WEEK CATEGORIES

Cultural

Shapes

Fresh Bones

The Calusari

Teso Dos Bichos

Hell Money

Teliko

El Munda Gira

Theef

Prison or Military

Deep Throat

Space

Sleepless

The List

The Walk

Unrequited

Trevor

Religious

Miracle Man

Revelations

Grotesque

Kaddish

All Souls

Signs and Wonders

Millennium

Cult or Satanists

Gender Bender

Red Museum

Our Town

Syzygy

Die Hand Die Verletzt

Sanguinarium

Terms of Endearment

Nothing Lasts Forever

Lone Gunmen- or CSM-Centric

Musings of a CSM

Unusual Suspects

Three of a Kind

First Person Shooter

This

Skinner-Centric

Avatar

Zero Sum

SR 819

Brand X

Hollywood AD

Kitten

Arthur Dales’s Tales

Travelers

The Unnatural

Agua Mala

Scully Side Quest

Irresistible / Orison

Chinga

Never Again

Milagro

En Ami

all things

Home Again

Ghouli

Mulder, They Already Destroyed the Evidence!

Ice

Firewalker

Dod Kalm

F. Emasculata

Wetwired

The Pine Bluff Variant

Drive

Wait, It’s Actually Aliens?

Pilot

Jose Chung

Control the Elements

Fire

DPO

Soft Light

Schizogeny

Rush

The Rain King

Medical Anomalies

Young at Heart

Eve

Home

Small Potatoes

Postmodern Prometheus

Founder’s Mutation

Guys Who Need to Eat Weird Stuff

Squeeze / Tooms

2Shy

Pusher / Kitsunegari

Leonard Betts

Hungry

Switch Lives or Linked Brains

Lazarus

Roland

Oubliette

Paper Hearts

Mind’s Eye

Dreamland I and II

Fight Club

Plus One

Time Travel or Warp

Synchrony

Monday

Lost Art of the Forehead Sweat

Ghosts or Past Lives

Shadows

Born Again

Excelsis Dei

Elegy

Aubrey

The Field Where I Died

Triangle

How the Ghosts Stole Christmas

AI Is Out To Get Us

Blood

Ghost in the Machine

Kill Switch

Rm9sbG93ZXJs

Half Man, Half Monster

The Host

Jersey Devil

Humbug

Detour

Bad Blood

Folie a Duex

Chimera

Mulder and Scully Meet the Weremonster

All Monster, No Man

Darkness Falls

Fearful Symmetry

Quagmire

War of the Coprophages

Alpha

Arcadia

Field Trip

X-Cops

Magic, Psychic, or Lucky

Beyond the Sea

Clyde Bruckman

Unruhe

Tithonus

The Amazing Maleeni

Je Souaite

The Goldberg Variation

MYTHOLOGY CATEGORIES

They’re Closing The X-Files!

The Erlenmeyer Flask / Little Green Men

The End / The Beginning

Fight the Future

Uh…Samantha?

Colony / End Game

Talitha Cumi / Herrenvolk

Sein Und Zeit / Closure

I’m Literally On Board Already, Scully

Fallen Angel

EBE

Nisei / 731

Piper Maru / Apocrypha

Tempus Fugit / Max

Tunguska / Terma

Agent Mulder Is Dead! Or Is He?

Anasazi / The Blessing Way / Paper Clip

Redux I and II

This Is Not Happening / Dead Alive

Mulder…You Good?

Demons / Gethsemane

Biogenesis / The Sixth Extinction

The Syndicate Hates Scully

Duane Barry / Ascension / One Breath

Memento Mori

Christmas Carol / Emily

Patient X / The Red and the Black

Why Was This Made

I Want to Believe

Discarded Categories

Creepy White Guy Predator

This Is a Small Town, We Don’t Lock Our Doors

A Nice Trip to the Forest

#the x files #I remember pouring all my energy into this lol

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boygiwrites · 8 months

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Harley D. Dixon 1

• Gen Tags. Found family, Daddy issues, Hurt and comfort, Gore.

• Summary. Harley D. Dixon is a tough yet sweet little girl who until the dead started eating the living, thought she had seen it all. Alongside a mismatched group of survivors in rural Georgia, Harley and her Dad are forced to leave their small life behind and learn how to survive all over again through the horrors of the apocalypse.

An amazing edit inspired by this story! (Cred to Cora_Line99) Harley D. Dixon's Pinterest Board! Harley D. Dixon's Playlist!

📖Chapter List.

❤️Cross-Posted from Ao3.

Author's Note. Here we gooo! Argh, I'm so excited.

I've been wanting to write something like this for a long, long time. I've read just about every 'Daryl has a daughter' story out there, and now I've finally got my own to share. I just love Daryl, and Daryl with a kid is a whole other thing. We all know he wouldn't be the perfect parent, so you bet I'm gonna play right into that. He's gonna swear, he's gonna be strict, and he's gonna mess up. As for Harley (Yes, as in the motorcycle brand), I love her too. So ready to write her.

This story will cover the general plot of the show. To keep things fresh, I've made sure that almost every canon scene has undergone at least one small change. Plus, of course, many new scenes. Occasionally, I'll make bigger changes just to keep you on your feet! Nobody's safe! I'm also gonna be expanding on all the characters. And lastly — FOUND FAMILY! Piles and piles and piles of found family, eventually. I live for found family.

Please enjoy reading! :)

My Uncle Merle died today.

I'm sitting in a crinkly green camping chair, watching embers die.

I don't wanna think about my Uncle right now, so I think about something else.

The fire was built last night by Glenn and Morales. Then Lori came along this morning very quietly and made it alive again with logs and wads of notebook paper. Thinking about facts is easy. It's like sucking on a plain candy that tastes like nothing. There's a navy-blue blanket across my lap with three holes in it, perfect for nibbling, poking, and ripping. Dale gave it to me when the cold settled in this afternoon. He told me he reckons it's around June, as he covered my shoulders, which used to be his niece's birthday.

He says she looked a little like me. That means she's dead. So many people are dead, now.

A thin log in the campfire cracks and tumbles over after trying to stay upright all morning. I hope I don't look like that log.

I can hear Officer Rick approaching. My stomach becomes a stone.

I can tell it's Rick because he's got one of them power walks that you can hear coming from a mile away, which I think makes him pretty stupid. He's loud, and loud is dangerous, and dangerous is stupid. My Dad's not like that. Unless he's angry or running, ain't nobody hearing my Dad coming; especially not no squirrels.

He's almost as big as my Grandpappy Dixon, who people used to say was as big as a house, and he wears super heavy boots from a hunting store near our house — but he's still not loud, or dangerous, or stupid. Not like Officer Rick.

"Hey, Harley."

I think I hate Officer Rick. I think I hate everyone.

And I think I might be crying now, too. I focus on twirling the blanket strings around my finger so I have something very simple to think about, which is that it hurts real bad when I twist it tight. I see Rick crouch down in front of me. He takes a while to say anything else, and it's prolly 'cause he's tryna be real careful, so he don't make me cry even more.

If my Dad weren't out hunting, he'd prolly slap Rick and everybody else that's tried badgering me today dead for tryna do his job for him. I feel like, just by sitting here, I'm disobeying him. Rick ain't my Daddy.

"We, uh..." He clears his throat. "Me and Lori, and some other folks are uh... Well, we're all a little worried about you, honey, okay?"

I imagine a small group of folks gathered by the RV right now, watching me and Rick; wondering if he's gonna be the one to get through to me.

I'm worried for when my Daddy comes back. When he finds out about Uncle Merle, he's gonna be fuming. He's gonna be like one of them cartoon characters with the bright red faces and the smoke comin' outta their ears, stomping all around, and he's prolly gonna kill somebody. It's prolly gonna be Rick. He always told me cops are bastard liars, and that they can't help us.

I look up at Rick. Yep, I've been crying.

Rick's all blurry, but I can still make out his ugly Sheriff's badge and his scary blue eyes and his frowning eyebrows that look like clenched fists, and I can tell he's been waiting to be the one to talk to me. I bet he thinks it makes him better than everyone else; better than my Uncle Merle, who he left to die just 'cause he ain't like him. I wanna kick Rick right in the face. I think he knows this, but he doesn't move.

"First off, I wanna say that I'm sorry about what happened to your Uncle Merle." Rick says all nice and gentle.

Nothin' happened to him.

It weren't no freak accident, which is what Uncle Merle used to say happened to my Momma.

Rick killed him.

"I know he meant a lot to you. And I'm sorry. If I had'a known he had a niece to come back to, maybe I woulda been a little wiser with my decision makin'. But Harley," He tilts his head and puts a hand on my knee for this part. "You gotta know, like I know, that your Uncle was a danger to us all."

There's a little angry parasite inside of me. It's been growing and growing ever since the group came back from Atlanta, and I couldn't find my Uncle Merle in the crowd. I've never noticed my Uncle Merle so much than when I realised he wasn't there. It was like there was the wrong amount of space left in the air and Rick was taking up the too much of it. Ever since the cars showed up, everything has been wrong, wrong, wrong.

Ever since Rick showed up.

"If I hadn't stepped in when and how I did," Rick says, "Your Uncle wouldda gotten us all in a lotta trouble."

Another log crumbles in the campfire. My finger aches and pulses around the string.

That hungry little parasite — hungry for Rick to hurt like I'm hurting, needing it more than anything — makes me tell him, "I wish he did." And again, because it feels good. Rick becomes even more blurry, as my voice makes an embarrassing hicking noise. "I wish you died."

I expect to be hit. That's what happens sometimes, when little girls don't know their place.

Tellin' adults I want them dead — That ain't my place. And I know it. I just don't care.

My Uncle Merle wasn't a danger, he was just Uncle Merle; Has been since I could talk. He used to feed me bits of his sandwich out on the deck back at home, like the tomato, 'cause he ain't like the taste. He used to fix my bike when it was broken. He used to make sure I was the first one to open presents at Christmas, and help me wrestle the wrapping when there was too much tape. He used to pull my wobbly baby teeth out for me and let me outside without shoes. He wasn't mean, or bad, or loud, or dangerous, or stupid; at least not always. He wasn't the one that got my Momma killed. He was good. And now he'd dead.

If someone had to die, I wish it had'a been Rick — Stupid, noisy, idiot Rick who ain't shed one single tear after what he done to my Uncle Merle.

I wanna get hit. I want him to hit me so bad that I'm allowed to hit him back.

"Okay." Rick says, and I can't breathe.

I feel like everything goes silent throughout camp, like the chairs and the cars and the people are all holding their breaths like I am. He actually looks a little sad, which feels really, really bad, because I wanna be angry.

"Okay. That's okay."

But as I think about my Uncle Merle, and the tomatoes, and my old bike, and what Christmas used to feel like, and my Daddy, and how he ain't even know about Merle yet, I realise I'm just really, really sad.

I can't even see Rick anymore, my eyes are so watery. My whole body hurts from being sad. I feel like I'm sick and I need to go to the doctor, but I don't even know what for. There aren't even any doctors here. Just two bastard liar cops, some campers, and a space where my Uncle Merle should be.

I think, after a while, Rick leaves.

My Dad still keeps his wallet.

It's in a backpack under his sleeping cot. He says that everything inside that bag will keep us alive some day, if we ever need to leave the quarry camp. He said I need to know exactly where it is so that I can grab it if he can't. He showed me everything the night we got here, because he forced me to, because it's important. The other kids don't learn stuff like this from their parents. It makes me feel smart. I'm in on a secret. He showed me the bug spray, which keeps our skin healthy from bug diseases, and he showed me the flashlight, which has two batteries and a big black button. He showed me the compass, the box of matches, the big knife, the little knife, the rope, and the map. It's like a Jenga tower. If we lose even one thing from the backpack; everything topples, and we die — I die. You gotta listen t'me, chicken. My Daddy's always been like this.

But the wallet made no sense.

We don't gotta pay taxes no more, like Merle said. I don't know what taxes are, except they're bad, and gone, and nobody liked them anyway. And I saw my Dad burn all his money in a campfire one night, so it can't be that.

It's the pictures, Dad told me. He flipped it open like a book, and we looked at 'em together on top of his sleeping bag. I felt like crying for a second because we forgot all my storybooks when we left our house, but Daddy hates it when I cry, so I dried up. Crying is for babies, and I'm a big girl. He showed me a photo of an actual baby, and after he touched the baby's face with his fingertip, he said the baby was me. I didn't think I could look like that. He stopped talking for a while. I listened to the cicadas in the trees to pass the time while he touched the photo. Then it was bedtime.

I'm looking at the photo now, waiting for him to get back.

I was a very pink baby. I was only the size of his forearm, which in the photo, hasn't been tattooed yet. The tattoo of my name is missing, which goes up his wrist in curly letters. Harley Davidson Dixon. It's the name of a motorcycle. The tattoo of the skull and the bleeding angel are missing, too. He's fixing my baby blanket around my chin. I guess he's been doing that since the day I was born. Every night, at least up until last week, my Dad tucks me into bed and sings me the same song. Hush little baby, don't say a word. Daddy's gonna buy you a mockingbird. I like his voice when he sings to me. Usually, he's yelling, or grumblin', but in those twenty seconds before I have to go to sleep, and nobody else is listening, he's softly whispering the lyrics to me, and touching on my ears and my cheeks. In the photo, he's crying down into his smiling mouth. That's something he doesn't do anymore.

The next photo is of us at the zoo. I know it was taken on one of the weekends I was at my Dad's house, because my Momma's not in this one. Just my Dad and two of his friends, I think, who are throwing rock star hands in the air. I'm wearing a black shirt with a videogame character on it that my Dad likes, and brown pants. I'm sitting on my Dad's hip as we pose in front of three giant elephants. My Dad's got a tiny purple backpack over his shoulder that makes him look sorta funny. It used to be mine. I'm looking at the elephant's long, silly-straw trunk as it tries to sniff us, but my Daddy's lookin' at me. I wish I remembered this day.

The third photo is a school photo with a swirly blue background. I remember this one. My Momma did my hair that day.

I know why he keeps his wallet, now. Just like how we need the bug spray, and the matches, and the rope, and the knives, and the map, and the flashlight to stay alive — I think my Dad needs these photos. They won't keep him warm or stop bugs from chewing on him, but he needs them.

I shove the wallet back where I found it, 'cause I'm not meant to be goin' through my Dad's things.

My Dad comes back while I'm vomiting under a tree.

At first, he doesn't see me. He calls for me to come get my little butt over there, so I can help him and Uncle Merle stew up some rabbits for dinner but when he hears me retch, he comes running over. I hear his crossbow drop and some more people call after him.

One minute, Lori and Amy are holding back my hair and patting my shoulders the best they can, and the next, my Daddy's forcing his way in. I'm rocking and I'm swaying like I'm on a life raft in the ocean, and I can hear Rick's voice and then Shane's and then Dale's. My Dad grabs the back of my neck and squeezes it, the way Lori and Amy would never know how to do, and tells me to lean forward some more. It works. I vomit up a chunky puddle of peaches and jerky into the dirt.

Then, I'm empty, and I'm crying — crying hard — into my Dad's lap.

"Someone wanna tell me what the Hell's goin' on here?" He snarls at whoever's around.

Feels like half the camp is here.

"How 'bout we all just try—" Shane's suggesting, but my Dad cuts him off.

"How 'bout ya'll just spit it out? And where the Hell's my brother?"

That makes me bury deeper into my Dad's legs, moaning and hiccupping. He puts a hand over my head. He's clocked the problem.

"Where the Hell's my damn brother?"

"Look, Daryl," Shane levels, "I'm just gonna come out and say it, alright? There was a problem in Atlanta."

My Dad's panting, now. "What fuckin' 'problem'?"

"Listen—"

"He dead?" Underneath me, my Dad's muscles are lurching and stopping, lurching and stopping, like he wants so much to just jump up and knock Shane to the ground, but he won't bring himself to leave me. The camp has gone completely silent.

Shane stammers. I've never heard Shane stammer. "We're— We're not sure."

The silence just keeps on goin' and goin' and goin', and somehow, it's even scarier than the yelling.

"There's no easy way to say this," Rick says, voice lowered. I wonder what my Dad looks like; if I was right about the cartoon thing.

Dad presses my head further into his stomach. "Who're you?"

"Rick Grimes."

"'Rick Grimes'." He spits, like it's an insult. It is. Bastard cop liar. "You got sum' you wanna tell me?"

"Your brother was a danger to us all." Lies Rick. "So I handcuffed him on a roof; Hooked him to a piece of metal. He's still there."

After he says this, something in the air must have changed; something must have snapped without even makin' a sound, because Lori's whispering to me that I should follow her back to camp, like we're running out of time. She tries to pull me away, but I kick her; kick her hard, in the shin. She tries again. I realise she's trying to separate me from my Dad. Then, I realise he's sorta shaking. Lurching, stopping, lurching stopping. Silence, silence.

"Lemme get this straight." Dad whispers, and it's not the nice kind, like when he sings. "You're tellin' me that you handcuffed my brother to a roof."

Glenn's pulling at me now, too. Nobody else moves a muscle.

"And you left him there?!"

This time, he lurches and he doesn't stop. Glenn catches me as I'm flung from my Daddy's hip, and he passes me off to Lori as Dad goes lunging at Rick. The brown pebbles go flying up into the air. My Dad tackles Rick at the waist, and they crash into the leaves and the twigs, and his fist — The one with my birth date tattooed on each knuckle — goes smack, smack, smack, into Rick's cheek. There's yelling; scrambling. Glenn and Shane pull my Dad off of Rick, and that smacking sound stops. Dad beats Shane offa him and then, —

"Watch the knife!" T-Dog yells. Now there's a swishing sound, and grunting sounds, and I was right — My Daddy's gonna kill Rick.

My Daddy's killed someone before. He did it on accident, 'cause he got so angry that he didn't stop until the guy was dead and gone, which means that it was aggravated manslaughter. It was in the afternoon, just like it is right now, and I was playin' in the front yard in the sprinklers. My Dad and Uncle Merle were in the open garage, smoking and poking at their bikes with tools. Ronnie lived two trailers down. I was small, and easy to pick up, so I don't remember much, but Ronnie snatched me up right there in the yard. My Daddy says he was gon' take me. But he didn't let him. Ronnie got chased into the woods, and for two days, my Daddy and Uncle Merle searched for him. Then they beat him so bad his Momma ain't recognise him when the ambulance people dragged him out in a big black bag, and the cops took my Daddy away while the sun rose. I wasn't allowed to see him for four and a half years.

I need my Dad. Suddenly, I'm shrieking at him to stop, even though I want Rick dead so bad. By now, Shane's got my Dad in a chokehold up against a tree. Are he and Rick allowed to take my Daddy away? Lori and — I think that's Amy — are shushin' me, but I just keep hittin' on them and shouting.

I writhe in the dirt. "Stop! Daddy!"

"Damn pigs!" Dad growls. "You're stressin' out my kid, now! Lemme the Hell go!"

Shane laughs. "Nah, I think it's better if I don't." Then he turns to Lori, because what my Dad said is true. "Get Harley out of here."

I don't let her move me when she tries.

Dad struggles. "Chokehold's illegal, bastard!"

"You can file a complaint later." Shane scoffs. "We got all day here."

Rick steals my Dad's knife off the ground and gets in his face. His cheek is all red and purple. The fight's over. "What I did was not on a whim," He tells my Dad straight. "Your brother does not work and play well with others. I did what had to be done in the moment, to keep us all alive."

He's lyin'. He's lyin' again. My Uncle Merle chopped these people's firewood and brought them meat. He worked well.

My Dad shoots out a foot to try hit Rick in the crotch. He misses. Shane pushes his face harder into the tree.

"It's not Rick's fault." T-Dog holds up his hands, coming close. "It's mine. I had the key. I dropped it."

"You couldn't pick it up?" Dad sasses.

"It fell in a drain." T-Dog serves up this answer like it means anything at all. I hate him.

"If that's 'posed to make me feel better, it don't."

"Well, maybe this will." T-Dog's lookin' at me, now, too. "The door to the roof — I locked it with a padlock so the geeks couldn't get to him. There's a good chance he's still alive."

I heard this all before, when all them people kept coming up to me at the campfire. Lori told me to get some food in my stomach; the peaches and jerky. Shane tried to make me go play with Carl. T-Dog said sorry over and over again. Dale gave me the blanket. Rick made me cry. I know how this goes, though. Gettin' someone killed and killin' them with your actual hands are the same thing. I know that.

"To Hell with all'a ya'll!"

He shakes Shane off and beelines for me. He takes me from Lori with bloodied hands — Rick's blood — and I let him yank me by the back of my shirt to my feet, and I fall into his chest when he crouches. His breath is heavy on my neck. Even his skin is hot.

Lori's pale as an egg. I think she's scared of my Dad.

He takes a big breath, stands up, and drags me by the hand back to our tent without sayin' another word.

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