[ SECRET POST #3730 ]

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⌈ Secret Post #3730 ⌋

Warning: Some secrets are NOT worksafe and may contain SPOILERS.

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[Movie: 8Uppers, Actor/Singer: Nishikido Ryo]


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[Psych, Shawn/Jules]


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[Gentlemen Prefer Blondes]


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[Yuri on Ice]


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[Irish comedian Ed Byrne and the Great British Bake Off]


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[Pokemon B/W]


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[Overwatch]







Notes:

Secrets Left to Post: 02 pages, 28 secrets from Secret Submission Post #533.
Secrets Not Posted: [ 0 - broken links ], [ 0 - not!secrets ], [ 0 - not!fandom ], [ 0 - too big ], [ 0 - repeat ].
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Re: "Leave me alone mom, I am TRYING to join the Avengers." (Fandom dreams thread)

[(Anonymous)]

I once had an intense X-Files dream that I remember clearly because I wrote it down the next day:

In the dream I'm Mulder and I've realized that some psychopath has taken Scully. I'm running to get to her. For all I know she's being tortured at this very moment, or killed. I'm not sure if the house I'm running to is supposed to be hers or the psychopath's. I bolt into the house so fast that in my dream the details blur as I tear through the front door, into the living room, then the kitchen. It's the layout of a childhood friend's house. When I reach one of the bedrooms the door is open and I see he's got her on the floor, bound and gagged. I can't remember whether he has a gun or a knife, but he's raising it, about to use it on her. Desperately, my hand finds a large, heavy angular granite paper weight on the dresser beside the door, and without pause I hit him in the head with it. The violence of the swing and the impact wrenches my whole body. He staggers and I hit him again, whether I need to or not. I'm pretty sure I only hit him twice before he drops, but for a moment I'm ready to smash his skull in until he's pulp. It's not hate I feel, or rage - it's pure, adrenaline-blind instinct. In the dream I'm thinking "He's a threat, stop him," and, "ScullyScullyScully." Once he's unmoving on the ground, I'm immediately kneeling at Scully's side. I nearly drag her into a desperate embrace, but presence of mind has returned just enough for me to understand that freeing her hands is more important, which I do. The fact that she's been bound makes a dizzying, searing impression on me. "How could anyone bind her?" I think. She's Scully - it seems impossible that she should ever be bound, harmed. Just as she helps me to get her hands free, I wake up.