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paramount execs reeling us into rhea鈥檚 animated project by preying on the way we have eyes
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just watched a butch couple launch their boat into the atlantic from the dog beach. on my bike ride home i realized mulch smells like brown sugar. happy day
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you write v v good yes you do v good. now with that out the bag i must say i can't help but imagine you with the clothes of your pfp. i'm sorry, they are ugly 馃槶.
you mean to tell me ms debbie rhea鈥檚 hot pink sequin shirt x above the knee capri leggings x her child鈥檚 old jordans is a nonsensical combo? you watch your mouth
Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can't reply, I just have to read it and post it.
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Anonymously tell me how you feel about me. I can't reply, I just have to read it and post it.
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deleting my blog
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That fact that I am insane is just part of my charm
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In case you are taking prompts: AU where Mulder is a detective and Scully is a reporter and they end up investigating unusual phenomenon while bickering and falling in love
PG-13 | 693 wds | MSR; 5 headcanon AU
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She appeared at crime scenes unbidden, hair tucked neat behind her ears and pencil at the ready. 鈥淵ou know I can鈥檛 tell you what I know yet,鈥 he would say, and she would bite her lip in that particular way she had.
鈥淟et me guess,鈥 she鈥檇 begin, and though he tried to give nothing away, somehow she always had the story.
Eventually, she began reminding him of related cases, dates and names he鈥檇 stored in dusty boxes.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e a detective now, too?鈥
Little shrug of the shoulder, that neat auburn eyebrow lilting: 鈥淥f sorts.鈥 There was almost a smile鈥攈e ached to see it fully, but kept his face stern.
She would slip her notebook into some mysterious pocket of her pressed suit, and he would watch her walk away, pretending not to see the shape of her silhouette.
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He found her number鈥攊t wasn鈥檛 hard, but it was she who called him first. 鈥淎 trade,鈥 she suggested. 鈥淢y information for yours, that鈥檚 all.鈥
Later, some seedy bar and she drinking whiskey: Scully. Dana Scully, whip smart reporter, elbowing up to the top detective. He didn鈥檛 want to trust her, but found her sharp eye useful and her mouth nice to look at, the way it was always frowning in careful thought or poised at the lip of her glass.
鈥淚鈥檓 not your enemy,鈥 she said after some time. 鈥淚 just want to expose this stuff, same as you.鈥
There was darkness in this city鈥攁 collection of strange cases had revealed cracks in the veneer of things, much more than the rote crimes to which he鈥檇 grown accustomed.
鈥淚 can鈥檛 work with a reporter,鈥 he reminded her.
That shrug of the shoulder. 鈥淪o go private.鈥
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They had just outrun a rat the size of a doberman the first time he kissed her, up against an alley wall under the buzz of a streetlamp.
鈥淵ou sure know how to show a girl a good time,鈥 she said after, but her eyes were glassy and she felt like butter under his hands. She grabbed his face and kissed him again hard. She was like a hurricane, like a monsoon鈥攁 force of nature.
A week later he turned in his badge for a PI license.
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鈥淥kay, pass me the notes on the O鈥橰ourke file.鈥 She was dead serious with her little pencil between her teeth, surrounded by folders and photos and carefully typed accounts. But she was wearing his pajama top over pink panties only, so his impression of her was softened more than a little.
鈥淥鈥橰ourke,鈥 he said absently, slipping a folder in front of her without looking away from the way her knee was bent, her back pressed against his sofa.
She noticed him looking and pulled the pencil from her mouth. 鈥淲hat?鈥 Fingers brushing her face like maybe she鈥檇 left crumbs there or a dab of jelly.
He couldn鈥檛 help but smile and return her customary enigmatic shrug.
鈥淲hat.鈥 She demanded again.
鈥淚 might love you,鈥 he said and took a sip of coffee to hide his face, to dampen the awkwardness of his confession. There was a subtle shift of energy in the room: her breath coming too fast for only a moment.
鈥淒on鈥檛 go soft on me, Mulder.鈥
He cleared his throat. 鈥淚 would never.鈥
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Their work had attracted the attention of certain undesirables. They lived at the edge of danger, but she assured him it was worth it. Dana Scully鈥檚 articles sold millions, wild as they sometimes were, and their fame produced a certain kind of protection鈥攁s did Mulder鈥檚 connections to the PD.
鈥淥ne day you might break a story that could get you killed.鈥
鈥淣ot if the story鈥檚 already broken.鈥
He ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
鈥淚鈥檓 a big girl,鈥 she said and touched his chest. He bent and stole her lips with his.
鈥淎 bad girl.鈥
Her eyes looking up at him were huge. 鈥淵ou think?鈥
Something inside him went feral and he scooped her up. 鈥淣o,鈥 he said kissing her again. 鈥淎 good girl. But show me.鈥
She did, and they both forgot about the danger.
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o6666666a day ago
In case you are taking prompts: AU where Mulder is a detective and Scully is a reporter and they end up investigating unusual phenomenon while bickering and falling in love
PG-13 | 693 wds | MSR; 5 headcanon AU
1.
She appeared at crime scenes unbidden, hair tucked neat behind her ears and pencil at the ready. 鈥淵ou know I can鈥檛 tell you what I know yet,鈥 he would say, and she would bite her lip in that particular way she had.
鈥淟et me guess,鈥 she鈥檇 begin, and though he tried to give nothing away, somehow she always had the story.
Eventually, she began reminding him of related cases, dates and names he鈥檇 stored in dusty boxes.
鈥淵ou鈥檙e a detective now, too?鈥
Little shrug of the shoulder, that neat auburn eyebrow lilting: 鈥淥f sorts.鈥 There was almost a smile鈥攈e ached to see it fully, but kept his face stern.
She would tuck her notebook into some mysterious pocket of her neat suit, and he would watch her walk away, pretending not to see the shape of her silhouette.
2.
He found her number鈥攊t wasn鈥檛 hard, but it was she who called him first. 鈥淎 trade,鈥 she suggested. 鈥淢y information for yours, that鈥檚 all.鈥
Later, some seedy bar and she drinking whiskey: Scully. Dana Scully, whip smart reporter, elbowing up to the top detective. He didn鈥檛 want to trust her, but found her sharp eye useful and her mouth nice to look at, the way it was always frowning in careful thought or poised at the lip of her glass.
鈥淚鈥檓 not your enemy,鈥 she said after some time. 鈥淚 just want to expose this stuff, same as you.鈥
There was darkness in this city鈥攁 collection of strange cases had revealed cracks in the veneer of things, much more than the rote crimes to which he鈥檇 grown accustomed.
鈥淚 can鈥檛 work with a reporter,鈥 he reminded her.
That shrug of the shoulder. 鈥淪o go private.鈥
3.
They had just outrun a rat the size of a doberman the first time he kissed her, up against an alley wall under the buzz of a streetlamp.
鈥淵ou sure know how to show a girl a good time,鈥 she said after, but her eyes were glassy and she felt like butter under his hands. She grabbed his face and kissed him again hard. She was like a hurricane, like a monsoon鈥攁 force of nature.
A week later he turned in his badge for a PI license.
4.
鈥淥kay, pass me the notes on the O鈥橰ourke file.鈥 She was dead serious with her little pencil between her teeth, surrounded by folders and photos and carefully typed accounts. But she was wearing his pajama top over pink panties only, so his impression of her was softened more than a little.
鈥淥鈥橰ourke,鈥 he said absently, slipping a folder in front of her without looking away from the way her knee was bent, her back pressed against his sofa.
She noticed him looking and pulled the pencil from her mouth. 鈥淲hat?鈥 Fingers brushing her face like maybe she鈥檇 left crumbs there or a dab of jelly.
He couldn鈥檛 help but smile and return her customary enigmatic shrug.
鈥淲hat.鈥 She demanded again.
鈥淚 might love you,鈥 he said and took a sip of coffee to hide his face, to dampen the awkwardness of his confession. There was a subtle shift of energy in the room: her breath coming too fast for only a moment.
鈥淒on鈥檛 go soft on me, Mulder.鈥
He cleared his throat. 鈥淚 would never.鈥
5.
Their work had attracted the attention of certain undesirables. They lived at the edge of danger, but she assured him it was worth it. Dana Scully鈥檚 articles sold millions, wild as they sometimes were, and their fame produced a certain kind of protection鈥攁s did Mulder鈥檚 connections to the PD.
鈥淥ne day you might break a story that could get you killed.鈥
鈥淣ot if the story鈥檚 already broken.鈥
He ran his hands through his hair in frustration.
鈥淚鈥檓 a big girl,鈥 she said and touched his chest. He bent and stole her lips with his.
鈥淎 bad girl.鈥
Her eyes looking up at him were huge. 鈥淵ou think?鈥
Something inside him went feral and he scooped her up. 鈥淣o,鈥 he said kissing her again. 鈥淎 good girl. But show me.鈥
She did, and they both forgot about the danger.
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the meat paintings are, understandably, the pieces that elicit the most questions. the first is usually, "why meat?" the glib answer is: "you can only paint so many pears." / scott conary, meat paintings.
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young kimmy age ten stealing explosives from a construction site to more humanely kill a cat scheduled for euthanasia and accidentally blowing up the local bank in the process. yes
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Reblog if you are a fanfiction author and would like your readers to put one of your fic titles in your ask + questions about it
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not a single oscar nomination for 鈥渇ast car鈥 by Tracy Chapman 鈥 just because it 鈥渋sn鈥檛 a film鈥 and聽鈥渃ame out in 1988鈥 鈥 preposterous
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our energy
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sometimes Reddit is good
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i鈥檓 not too mature to laugh about jimmy trying not to poop in kim鈥檚 apartment for the first two months of living there
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