Please Please Please Please Reblog If You’re A Writer And Have At Some Point Felt Like Your Writing

“Sir?” Mulder asked, when Skinner stopped walking as they arrived at the corner of the motor-lodge lobby.

“Do you want to explain who that is?”

“My sisters. Don’t you see the resemblance?”

“Mulder, you’re sister has been missing for-”

“I know, I know. But that’s her.”

“And you’re sure we can trust her?”

No, “She’s my sister.”

Write this… please I’m begging you

arcadia but they had a drunk ons (before being assigned the case/knowing about it) that they silently agreed NOT to talk about and now they're stuck playing house in the suburbs for an indeterminable amount of time. scully can't look at mulder for longer than five seconds without feeling enough emotions to kill an elephant and mulder can't not look at her or he will spontaneously combust. there was only one bed and mulder can't sleep on the couch lest the neighbours start talking.

and since i am not a coward like cc, said amount of time would be a month minimum. more like two. or three.

depends on how emotionally repressed they want to be but either way i'd make them suffer and eventually force them to talk about their ✨emotions✨

@actual-changeling i NEED to see talent show please

i'm looking up team building activities for a fic (yes the three leg race idea has taken root. yes there are over 1k words already. yes it will get longer) and this is some sort of high-level corporate comedy. i present to you:

the highlights

i feel like this is just an excuse to get drunk on the clock

"fun" kevin i don't think anyone would think of this as fun

i have never met a single person in my life that enjoys meeting people this way. ever. if this will foster anything it's prolonged awkwardness and embarrassment

i uh. i think these speak for themselves

lost for words. WHO wrote this article

unless you are a tech start-up or either deep in the nerd sector this will NOT work

y'know what. i think this would be GREAT. have a bunch of fbi agents shoot at each other to get rid of some frustrations. i'm sure nothing will go wrong

how to murder your co worker and get away with it—the company activity

i really cannot blame mulder for wanting to get the fuck away from that experience. however. i will force him to go to one anyway. at least he and scully will get to share a room

All the Fic I Read in February

I spent pretty much all my fic reading time on the @poangpals Secret Admirers stories this month and it was so worth it.

Old Favorites (Rereads)

The Unfinished Universe by Revely 

sonnet 27 by @audriesfic

Parteger series by @phillippadgettwrites

New-To-Me Favorites

Drive, He Said by Jennifer Stoy

And If I Make My Bed in Sheol by @threeguesss

New This Month

Conversations by @sagan-starstuff [A gift for me!]

Sacred New Beginnings by @daynascullys

And Miss All This? by @cuminspice

This Was Not in the Forecast by @scullygazer

Remember, You Will Die by @spooky-jordan

there is only you by @jrrtrek

if the truth forgets about us by @leiascully

Cross My Heart by @brenayla

My Funny Valentine by @libbytxf

Who’s On Top by @unremarkablehouse

moon shadows by @brenayla

I Will Possess Your Heart by @kitsuraki

rain check? by @thatfragilecapricorn30

Method Acting by @xf-cases-solved

lucky stars by @thursdayinspace

To Infinity and Beyond by @leiascully

Silver Fox by @bakedbakermom

From Cali's List (hi @calimanc!) 

A Minor Inconvenience by @spooky-nerd

Lost Together by Marjorie Williams

Book Club Picks

Lacuna by @aloysiavirgata

Silver Cornet by bonetree

Everything Else (All Bangers!)

In the Ruins by @amplifyme

How Glory Goes by Marguerite

Always Through the Changing by Marguerite

for the weary by @threeguesss

Shopping List by @threeguesses

Silver Bells And Cockle Shells by @threeguesses

Gardening in Tropical Climates by @threeguesses

Five Things That Never Happened to Dana Scully by @threeguesses

Time Pieces by Revely

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.

Hes so slutty

They need to make men like this again PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE

Maybe this speaks to how much more I like dogs than people but I was way more attached to Queequeg than Emily

He was so fucking adorable are you kidding me he looked like a muppet and had more personality

She looks so disappointed

THE X-FILES | 2.12

Chapter 7 of A Muse, A Myth, A Mortal is up!!

“Wow Scully,” Mulder said as he sat down, “Remind me what year you graduated from Oxford Psychology?” He asked sarcastically.

“Nineteen Eighty Four,” Scully responded dryly. “I wasn’t trying to steal your thunder Mulder, I’m just saying our investigation here shouldn’t be about magic because magic isn’t real.” Mulder gave her a sly look and she could only guess at what he would say next.

“Wrong! I graduated in nineteen eighty six. I’m insulted that you think I’m thirty two,” he said with a sarcastic smile, “You’re just scared.”

so I got into grad school today with my shitty 2.8 gpa and the moral of the story is reblog those good luck posts for the love of god