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In honor if this olympic season everyone should read this fic by @slippinmickeys

I just finished it while rewatching yesterday’s argentina v us field hockey game was very good (basket ball player mulder and field hockey player scully?)

Me but yesterday my team fumbled one of the two events i actually cared about

i should be. doing things. but there are women with guns and swords and on horses and doing judo and swimming and gymnastics and hockey and and and and

"Kamala Harris raised 50+ million dollars after Biden dropped out!" you fools.... that's the money she got from selling Biden to One Direction :(

This is literally my favourite line in the Fight The Future script, nothing can truly top this

plz reblog for science

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comm for @palevvitch tysm for trusting me with this !

Wow! I just finished the last episode of the hit tv series the xfiles to ever air, i just finished s8e21 existence from the tv show the x files comprised of 8 season and 1 movie! Such a happy ending!

Everyone who ever said Reyes is gay for Scully is right. You’re all right.

The story is the woman trapped in the wallpaper and i have to tear it all off to free it

I haven't abandoned this story. I just put it on the back burner for now. The story is just on a small vacation. It is currently out of office. It can't come to the phone right now. It just fell under my bed to sleep with the monsters. It never left my head. It is everywhere - except on paper.

inspired by a message from my dear friend @penicillinsteve

"live, laugh, love" cursive wall art but instead it says "confuse, inveigle, obfuscate"

Y’all i wanna edit msr so bad but where on i are yall getting your scenes cuz everything i try to use to Record is blocked do you have scene packs?

Scully sits in her new cubicle. She hates it. She hates the way her every breath is heard by at least twenty agents around her, she hates the way her back feels exposed with her front and side surrounded by thin walls, she hates the placard the reads “Fox Mulder” sitting atop the desk next to hers.

The man himself is walking down the hall. She knows it’s him; she’s spent too many years with him not to and too many nights listening to see who was outside her door as a child. Another year and she might be able to tell you what pair of shoes he’s wearing, but for now she could tell you that he’s angry. Scully does not turn around as he approaches her, the familiar shadow eclipsing her stupid, tiny desk.

Mulder slamed the paper on her desk, his hand still covering it as he asks, “What the fuck is this?” She pokes his wrist with a pen and he concedes, granting her access to the familiar page. ‘Dear A. D. Skinner’ at the top and her name at the bottom.

Scully does turn around when she hears the click of heels. Arlene, Skinner’s assistant, is racing after Mulder. “Agent Mulder, you cannot have that! That was intended for Mr. Skinner!” She looks like a cross mother speaking to a school child. Mulder does not look remotely remorseful, in fact, he ignores the poor woman all together.

Scully can feel the heat radiating off him, and she’s never wanted to step out of his reach so much before, even in the last few months, “Well, Agent Mulder, this appears to be the resignation letter I brought to A. D. Skinner’s office this morning. May I ask how it came into your possession?” She asks, her tone even, professional, and clear as a bell.

“I was going to pick up a file and saw it on his desk. You can’t quit Scully, not now! Not after Antarctica!” He’s yelling. Scully bites the urge to nag him about everyone on the floor being able to hear him. They can hear her as well, and she’ll be going out with dignity.

“As long as my resignation is accepted, and it should be as I am owed a fair amount of compensation, I can. I’m a doctor, agent Mulder, and I’d like to get a chance to use my degree in the traditional sense before I’m kidnapped by another serial killer, I hope you can understand that. Please return that paper to Arlene.” Mulder rips the letter in half. Scully purses her lips: this is childish behavior, even for him, but not entirely unexpected. Scully pulls another copy from her desk, pushing Mulder’s chest as she stands so she can have another room to breathe. “I’m terribly sorry for the inconvenience, Arlene,” she says, handing the paper to the flustered woman.

“Quite alright, Agent Scully,” she said primly and walked away. Scully practically has to manhandle Mulder out of her way so she can exit the cubicle.

“Where are you going?” He asks, so bewildered Scully almost feels bad, but she forces that back behind the door with all the other things she’s feeling about Mulder.

“The restroom, I hope that’s alright.”

“Scully, please,” She almost breaks as he grabs at her shoulder as she walks away.

She reminds herself that that’s why she has to do this and dislodges his hand. “Don’t make this personal, Agent Mulder,” she says, with her best impression of professional detachment.

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Does anyone know of the fic where Scully starts to loss vision due to her cancer and doesn’t tell mulder at first? I’m positive its on ao3 and it is not Gold by Pares (kormatic) that i’m thinking of, im fairly certain thats not the main plot of the fic but it happens

what if i was a loner ridiculed by my peers for investigating the paranormal who had come to expect emotional neglect from the people closest to me and you were a scientist assigned to debunk my work and i was prepared to hate you on sight but you believed in me like no one had ever done before and you challenged my theories and laughed at my stupid jokes and i helped you come out of your shell and embrace the fact that you were deep down just as much of a weirdo as me and you didn't need anyone's approval for what you were doing with your life except for your own and when you put yourself on the line for me over and over and underwent a series of personal tragedies because of it i stopped sleeping because i blamed myself but you told me that your whole life didn't revolve around me and you made the choices you did because you wanted to not because i made you, helping absolve me of my lifelong guilt and unconscious god complex and making me realize that the friendships and bonds we form with other people are just as much of a revelation as the unexplained mysteries of the universe. and we were both fbi agents

“I don’t know, I don’t even have a theme picked out.”

“Do you wanna know what I think?” He asked, already turning the car away from the road that led back to Scully’s apartment.

“Almost certainly not,” Scully replied.

“I think-”

“Oh you’re going to tell me anyway. So it was just a rhetorical question-”

“I think it should be alien themed,” Mulder said with a self assured smile. Scully pushed his shoulder, she could’ve throttled him, but he was currently driving the vehicle she was in, so she refrained.

are all msr shippers just on a knife edge as to whether they also become gillovny shippers? whenever i see those two together i get the fizzy fuzzies

7x22: requiem vs. 1x01: the pilot

oh you watched a movie I recommended????? you listened to a song I told you about ?????? you read one of my favourite books ?????? do you know that I would literally kill for you ????? let's drink each others blood

How bitches be acting after “not gazing at Scully”

Right up there with “how the fuck”

if I had the power to ask skull anything in the world and he had to answer, i think it would be "what the fuck"

If you wanna see the unremarkable house you have to finish the series If you wanna see the unremarkable house you have to finish the series If you wanna see the unremarkable house you have to finish the series

I know I've been posting more about politics lately, and it's caused me to lose a chunk of followers.

But I'm a queer person with a degree in political science and its an election year. I'm old friends with several of my city council members. I've been to trainings on how to run elections. I spent my college years working for nonprofits (and being the world's worst canvasser). I'm close with more than one person who works for unions, and I have family members who work for government agencies.

I think about politics in a very pragmatic "I know how the sausage is made" kind of way. We're in a vice press, and there's only one way to release the pressure.

The revolution ain't coming. There is no one to save us but us.

So yeah, I'm going to be pissed if your answer is "let them tighten the vice -- there's no way out of the vice, it doesn't matter if they loosen or tighten it."

There's a difference, and anyone telling you otherwise is likely a psyop or someone who fell for a psyop. This literally happened before, and it's happening again.

Stop falling for it.

Me after singing all the colors of joseph’s coat unprompted to my mother: No big deal, we all have our talents

started watching the x-files i need these freaks to have premarital sex on their little fbi desk yesterday

Me: You know how when you were a kid and you’d wish that you’d get sick or injured in a way that would justify why you didn’t live up to your potential?

Everybody, apparently: No?

This scene makes me feral

Empedocles || s. 8 ep. 17

I want to read a fic exacly like my most beloved favorite fics but also NEW and DIFFERENT. but also the same.