I Just Cant Decide Who Lights My Fire

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers :)

Thanks! I’ve already done one of these but i’ll give it another go

1. The sun: i’m a plant, i need to photosynthesis

2. My neighbor’s cats: i feed them whenever the neighbors are out if town and they are the goodest boys

3. Music! : enough said.

4. When my friends respond to my instagram stories: :)

5. Reading Poe stories in english class: i really enjoy Poe’s work and especially enjoy understanding it more than my classmates because I’ve often already listened to a classic lit podcast on them (give Fictional by Jason Wiesser a listen)

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Just saw a gif from Beyond The Sea and then i remembered that when i first watched that episode i was so obsessed with the scene where Scully absolutely loses her shit i memorized it by accident and also recorded it on my phone and saved it to my camera roll

Scully feels awful. She knows she looks it too, dark shadows under her eyes, all but skin and bone propped up in her hospital bed beside a laptop. Scully had sent her mother home, there was no need for her to be there when she had other things to do, she had to go to church. Scully knew this wasn’t the end for her. Not yet. She had another month at least. She was counting the. She wasn’t sure when she gone from fighting it, to dreading it, to reaching for it. Reaching for that handsome angle of death who would take her somewhere sweeter.

It was selfish, but she was tired.

Mulder had left the room to grab a coffee and Scully seized the opportunity. She knew better than to do it in bed, so she pushed herself up and leaned against the wall for support as she looked through drawer of the bedside table. Her brittle nails skimmed the paper, then her finger tips found purchase against the pack and she pulled it out. The cool press of the lighter against the dry skin of her palm was a comforting weight.

Scully drew a cigarette out of the box and took it between her lips. Her thumb struck the lighter and she held the flame to the end, almost exhaling in relief when it caught. There’d be time for that after, first she wanted to take a long drag. The nicotine flooded her system and for a moment made her feel a little more alive.

She was so engrossed in the feeling that she didn’t hear the snick of the latch moving from its spot and allowing the door to open. “Would you cut that out?” Asked an annoyed, neigh, enraged voice. Mulder stood in the door way, cheap styrofoam coffee cup in his hand. “You’re a doctor, don’t you know what that stuff does to you?”

Scully rolled her eyes and turned her head, exhaling the smoke away from Mulder. She didn’t tell him that it didn’t matter. He was so sure that he was so close to finding someone, to meeting the right person with the right tech or magic or whatever. She couldn’t burst his bubble, she could let him have his hope at least, even if she had abandoned hers.

Mulder placed the coffee cup down and crossed the room to pluck the cigarette from between her lips, tossing it on the ground and grinding it under his heel until he was sure it was out. While he cleaned up the debris, Scully lit another.

He gave her an incredulous look as she savored the taste of stress relief and college parties and rebellion on her tongue. “This,” she tapped the cig, “isn’t what put me in here, Mulder.”

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✨

FOX MULDER and DANA SCULLY | The X-Files: Fight The Future

Blood loss? No I know exactly where it is

New Chapter of my canon divergent Emily fic is UP

(Basically what if they’d fucked up and Scully was pregnant with Emily after being returned to dc after her abduction in season 2)

Please give it some love if you feel so inclined

HAHAHAHA

very stupid thing I drew

No thoughts just arcadia

he’s a sad puppy when she’s more than six feet away from him.

Wild how Mulder was constantly eating Scully out like crazy like super sloppy and noisy too but it all happened off screen. And they never talk abt it in scenes for airtime reasons. But it happened