Bellaleaf For Skyclan Deputy So She And Cloverfoot Can Be Cute Girl Deputies That Have No Chance Of Becoming

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Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children

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Victoria Chang, Obit

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Exactly my whole point about how we need to get the fuck out there and VOTE. That was Hillary being many points ahead of Trump and everyone was like, "Ahh we got this, no biggie!" These numbers for Harris right now aren't even that high and even if they WERE it doesn't mean crap unless people VOTE.

spacism?

Leucistic Red Tail Hawk

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And that’s the thing about illicit affairs And clandestine meetings and stolen stares It’s born from just one single glance But it dies and it dies and it dies A million little times

but in "one breath" when mulder gives scully her necklace back

what if it had still been around his neck. what if he had been wearing it. what if he had been standing there before her, tugging it out from under his sweater where it had been resting against his chest, unclasping it and handing it to her, his fingertips gently brushing the skin of her palm.

and she's holding it, feeling it still warm from the heat of his body, and she understands he's been carrying it close to his heart the entire time, carrying her with him everywhere he went. she meets his eyes and sees the relief that still holds the traces of his broken heart, of so much fear and despair it takes her breath away.

he knows she can see it and he doesn't care because she's back, and nothing else matters. the world ended and then pulsed back into life, and they can go back to pretending later; he knows they will, because this is too big. he won't lose her again, so they'll return to where it's safe. but he knows she knows now, knows that she's become a part of him, and maybe that's okay.

she puts the cross back around her own neck, and he's a part of her too now. the lingering warmth of his skin is seeping into her own, that small metal cross as the conduit between them, and it's an affirmation of something she isn't ready to admit either. but it's there. it will always be there now. humming just underneath the surface. and for now, that's enough.