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The X-Files MSR Analysis Series: Season 1 Episode 5

“Jersey Devil”

Previous episode analysis - 1x04 Conduit.

Ah yes, Jersey Devil.  The episode about two strange human beings driven by ancient, hereditary traits to survive - one a sexually-territorial male who stays hidden from the world, and his mate, who, guided by reproductive needs, leaves the safety of her ‘tribe’ in an attempt to procreate.  

Oh and there’s a couple neanderthals running around eating people, too.


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It had all happened so quickly. That was the only thing Killian Jones could think, circling endlessly round and round his brain. One minute, Emma had been standing there on the docks just a few short feet away from him, feet planted shoulder-width apart, hands raised ready to fight; bold, brave, and braced for anything - his brilliant sheriff Savior - and the next her lovely, mischievous eyes had gone dull and blank, clouded over with something unearthly strange. Her hands had fallen to her sides, she had given a short, jerky nod, and then stepped backward to fall right off the pier without protest.

The sinister gentleman that they had been facing off against had chuckled low and mirthlessly, face changing to reflect a sinister and wholly inhuman soul. “I’ll leave you now, Captain,” he’d intoned in the silky deep voice that somehow drew one in even as it repulsed. “You had best see to your lady if you know what’s good for her.”

Killian didn’t understand what was going on, why Emma had sent herself tumbling, but he knew she could swim and that she would be more than a little irked if he played unneeded rescuer to her and let their current troublesome foe get away. However, one glance behind him showed that Emma had just begun to surface and she wasn’t moving to swim back to the ladder up or even stay afloat. Something wasn’t right.

He had never been so glad to have Dave at his other side; the Prince drew his sword, sparing his son-in-law a single glance with the words, “Go, Hook! I’ve got this!” then charged their enemy with a full battle yell.

At that, Killian had turned and flung himself into the icy water of the harbor, fear for Emma flooding his veins along with chill, as his Swan didn’t flinch or move at all when he splashed up to her, snagging her jacket with his hook just as she began to sink lifelessly. Focused on keeping both their heads above water, turning Emma’s limp form so her back was to his front and her head could lull into his shoulder clear of the surface, he paddled awkward and one-handed but determined, back to the dock.

He’d had to pause at the base of the ladder back up, unsure how to proceed. With Emma clearly unconscious, there was no good way to lift her and climb as well with one hand. Luckily as he had tried to maneuver, the Prince’s head and shoulders had appeared over the edge of the dock. Reaching down, his mate had called, “Killian, here! Pass her up to me! I’ve got her!”

He had managed to lift his wife’s unconscious form up high enough for her father to grasp under her limp arms and haul her onto the dock again, with Killian scrambling after as quickly as he could, breathless with worry and shivering from the prolonged dip in frigid Atlantic waters. All he had been able to focus on though was the bruise forming at Emma’s temple and the thin line of blood that trailed down the side of her face and disappeared into her sodden hair. She had been breathing on her own, which he had tried to take comfort in as her father seemed to, but the fact that she still hadn’t come around, even moved or made a sound, by the time Storybrooke’s lone ambulance arrived kept the pirate tensely on-edge. Clamoring into the vehicle after her awkwardly, he refused to release her cold hand from his and rode to the hospital at her side - a silent sentinel, even if to late to guard her from the strange calamity that had just befallen her.


Now, sitting at the hospital some hours later, Killian Jones has a bit more to go on as he keeps vigil at his wife’s bedside, Henry on her other side, looking equally concerned but still hopeful as they wait for some sign that she is coming back to them. Her parents have already been and gone - a toddler at home to care for and a town in disarray still needing them. Apparently, what Killian had missed when he dove into the water after his Swan was their nemesis transforming into a bat, taking flight, and vanishing without a trace. While he has spent the rest of the afternoon and evening watching over Emma, her father, mother, Regina, and Belle determined that their foe is some powerful Romanian count, capable of both seduction and mind control to achieve his desires, as well as being possessed of supernatural strength and speed and the ability to take on various forms, including bat, wolf, and even sentient mist. It had been Belle who had quickly identified the rather infamous literary villain as a vampire named Dracula; had done it quite easily in fact after hearing David’s account of their stand-off at the water’s edge and the enemy’s quick getaway. What the fiend wanted in Storybrooke was still anyone’s guess, but they all seemed to be of the opinion that the Count had used some sort of ‘mesmer’ on Emma - his strongest threat - coercing her to throw herself into the water where she had struck her head on something beneath the surface.

He has been told that she should wake up any time now. The swelling in her head is already going down, her vitals are strong, and though she could be disoriented or have a mild concussion, they have every reason to believe that she will make a full and quick recovery once she regains consciousness. However, that has not stopped Killian’s heart from lodging in his throat, staring down at her placid, motionless face while continuing to hold her hand, hardly daring to blink as he wills her to open her eyes and still know him.

He has lived too long and known too much tragedy to play a naive fool. Blows to the head are always unpredictable and gravely serious. Not to mention that what the Mesmer has done to her mind - he is sure now that was the cause of the blank, clouded look he had witnessed - cannot be medically anticipated. The word ‘amnesia’ has floated on the periphery of his awareness more than once, though he realizes the nurses and staff do not think he has heard.

The very idea that his wife, his partner, the True Love he had survived three hundred anguished years to meet, might regain consciousness and look on him as a stranger is nearly more than he can stand. That their trip up the beanstalk and their adventure into the past of Henry’s book, their trials as Dark Ones and their victory over Death itself - everything from their first meeting to their wedding day - might be lost to her mind forever, is suffocating in its horrible possibility and Killian tries not to gasp against the panic tightening his chest.

Would she go back to the woman she had been? Mistrusting him and pushing him away as she retreated behind her protective walls? He would do it all again without hesitation; win her heart and peel away her armor to soothe her wounded soul. Still, he couldn’t help mourning the moments which would surely be lost.

As the first hazy streaks of dawn peek into the room, her lashes flutter and Emma Swan’s eyes finally blink open to find her husband leaning over her anxiously, waiting for her return with bated breath.

“Emma?” he whispers hoarsely, bringing her fingers up to his lips where he can ghost a kiss across her knuckles. She has no way of knowing that he is searching worriedly for signs of this dreaded 'amnesia’ as he continues, asking, “How so you feel, Love? Do you know where you are? … Do - do you know who I am?”

Her hand is clumsy and a bit uncoordinated and she lifts it to cup his scruffy cheek, but a bemused, familiar smile quirks her lips at his words. “Killian, of course,” she rasps, her voice rough from the seawater she had swallowed, but blessedly very much her own. “How could I forget you?”

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Besides all that, when you look at just how horribly slaves were treated in the muslim world, it actually says something worse about them, in that they acted like this without an extensive racial pretext. Male slaves were often castrated, which is why in spite all of the centuries of slavery in europe and africa, there’s so few local white and black communities in the middle east. It might be said that they would have done even worse if they racialized slavery on a widespread level. Slaves being treated as expendable and less than human has been typical throughout human history, yet liberals/SJW’s act like the racialization of slavery on the part of europeans was a whole different level of evil that nothing else in human history can simply compare to. They ignore the atrocities of the muslim world and their racism, they ignore the complexities of the trans-atlantic slave trade, they ignore the internal conflicts and debates throughout Europe and the Americas on the nature of slavery (which were unique in human history), they ignore (or excuse, or shift blame in regards to the trans-atlantic trade) the role of africans themselves in both slave trades, and they even ignore the other destinations of slaves in the trans-atlantic trade and focus overwhelmingly on America, which saw among the fewest slaves and ultimately had one of the least brutal forms of slavery. They pay no real attention to any other historical context or the actual conditions of different forms of slavery in question- the fact the atlantic trade was (eventually) about race is all that really matters to them.

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“Y/N, we’re going to the beach! Once you’re ready meet us!” My boyfriend Jack called from the downstairs of our beach house we rented as a group for the week in Florida.

“I’ll be down soon!” I called back. I was so pumped to be in Florida and at the beach. Being from Omaha all I had experienced was lakes and rivers, nothing like the ocean. I was so excited to finally feel the salty ocean water on my skin.

As I put on my tiny black bikini that I rarely ever wore, a rush of excitement came over me. I put my hair into a messy bun and slid on flip flops. Luckily, the beach house we rented was only feet away from the beach.

Once I made it outside onto the beach, I immediately spotted my boyfriend Jack and his friends Jack J, Nate, Sammy, and Swazz.

“Hey guys!” I said as I approached the guys who were already drinking beers and trying to set up a game of Kan Jam.

Once seeing me, Sammy lifted up his shades clearly checking me out.

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“Ha, ha very funny guys.” I said shaking my head, grabbing a beer from the cooler.

“Not cool guys.” Jack said as he wrapped his arms around me.

“You’re lucky man. If I knew that’s what Y/N was hiding under her clothes, I’d be in your position.” Swazz joked.

“Well you’re not and never will be.” Jack spat.

I could tell he was getting pissed at his friends. I knew they were joking around, but Jack took everything so seriously. He was legitimately freaked out I would leave him for his friends, but in reality that would never happen.

“Hey, I’m gonna go to the water!” I told Jack eagerly as I got out of his grip.

“I’ll come with!” Jack suggested.

“It’s fine, really.” I told him with a smile.

As I walked down to the water. I heard Jack yell at the other guys. “Stop staring at her, please!”

I smirked to myself as I kept walking.

Then I heard Sammy yell. “Do that Baywatch run!”

“When you get out of the water you better be soaking wet.” Jack J called.

“Enough!” Jack yelled as he came running after me.

I felt his hand grab me just as my foot reached the ocean, the cold water cooling me down instantly.

“Jack, come on. They’re trying to get a rise out of you.” I told him as we went into the ocean together.

“I don’t like it, you’re my girlfriend. I don’t like the way they check you out and make comments.” Jack said as he held me close.

“Jack, you get way too protective. I appreciate your concern but you don’t need to go with me everywhere I go from now on. They are your friends, it’s not like one of them is gonna do anything. They just like joking around, you need to not be so serious. I’m your girlfriend, I’m with you, I like you.” I told him as I poked his chest.

“I know, I know but I like protecting you. You’re mine, you deserve to be protected and kept safe.” Jack said.

I laughed. “Jack, I don’t need protection from your friends. They’re good guys, you need to relax. Enjoy this beautiful day. I know I am.” I told him as I laid on my back floating in the Atlantic for the first time.

“You’re right, I need to focus on the positive things.” Jack said.

“Exactly, let all the good vibes in.” I told him.


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kerrifoxx  asked:

I think Canada, especially the Atlantic Provinces, put way too much focus on previous wars and military nostalgia. Nova Scotia's provincial slogan/motto is actually "One defends and the other conquers." Like ppl are so fixated on war??

And that’s why the monument pisses me off cause like, we cannot stop talking about the damn wars Canada fought in but like, why? Yes remember the people who died but we don’t need to drag out this whole fanfare and make our whole image about it!