“We Hope This Email Finds You Well” Babe, The Only Emails I Hope Find Me Well Are The Ones From Archive

We are James C*rden haters and I don’t onow the reason but im a sheep

HAHAHAHA

very stupid thing I drew

Low quality field hockey player!scully sketch

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

WETWIRED MAKES ME FERAL IVE SEEN THAT EP SO MANY TIMES

THE X-FILES 3.23 ↠ Wetwired

Rip Dana Scully you would’ve loved Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter

I think it starts as sarcasm. Like when you call someone “hon” to be condescending. Lucy says something so outlandishly dumb at 3:30 am when they’re having toast after a case it prompts Lockwood to say “Lucy, my dear, i think it’s time for you to go to bed.”

And it’s just that one time, a fluke, till the next day. Lucy is listen during a case and hears something particularly jarring. She presses her hands to her ears and starts mumbling “stop. Shut up. Shut up shut up stop-“ Lockwood gently pries her fingers from her head, knocking her out of the trance like state.

“Hey, Lucy darling, it’s ok we’re here.”

Im sure i could think of more but phone typing sucks bye

new hc that lockwood starts to call lucy a bunch of different endearments and neither one of them notice at all. accidentally oblivious to the fact that lockwood will say “lucy, dear.” or “lucy, darling.” without thinking. it’s a lot of saying her name first and then adding the little endearment whenever he starts out a sentence or a question. “lucy, dove.” “luce, sweetheart.”

george is so close to sticking his own head in the oven when he hears lockwood call her love and neither of them blink. how can two people worry so much about if they’re staring at each other too much but once pet names are involved it’s as if they’ve been married for years? please get him some help.

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.

My friends and I are watching dr who together (just the david Tennant seasons we are on limited time) and we just watched the season 2 finale and idk how to process it. One of my friends laid face down on the bed for ten minutes after and i feel like that was an appropriate response

how unfortunately relevant