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brown-little-robin · 3 months
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logging out until tomorrow! on account of the things to do
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Today was one of those days where friends just showed up, and pulled me through without even being aware, or being physically there. Love that isn't required was given inadvertently, and I'm still not convinced this isn't a dream.
It's just one of those days I didn't want to be around, but chosen family was there without even knowing. I needed it.
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freckleslikestars · 2 years
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Intoxicated
Based on this post, Scully the night before her and Mulder’s wedding, post-revival
955 words, read here on AO3
The house was silent for the first time in a while. Usually, Mulder had the radio on and even if there wasn’t his incessant chattering, you could usually hear Jackson puttering around, humming along to the music in his headphones, and Mulder could often be heard earnestly attempting to fix the long-neglected areas of the property.
But now, silence fell about the place. Scully had surrounded herself in the living room with piles of laundry, folding and sorting. Band tees and Levis made up Jackson’s pile, whilst hers and Mulder’s merged together in a blend of worn jeans, leggings, sweaters and plain t-shirts, another pile off to the side of that one with button-downs and slacks. And then there was the little pile on the corner of the coffee table. Soft little onesies; tiny, tiny socks.
Her phone buzzed and she reached over, smiling automatically at Mulder’s name at the top of the message notification. She tapped the screen, chuckled at the message, ‘my love, i am intoxicated.’
‘It looks like your Daddy is having a fun night,’ she murmured, placing a hand on her small bump and rubbing a thumb in circles. He’d insisted, as his son had dragged him from the house, that their night out wasn’t necessary, that he’d rather spend the night in with his family and a bowl of popcorn. But Scully and Jackson had both insisted, and so he’d been carried off in a taxi to Skinner’s place for a night of beer and poker, and maybe there was an ID in Jackson’s wallet that claimed he was four years older than he actually was, in the “unlikely event we move on to a bar later”. The fact that he would be with two government officials who had a good few years on him seemed to make the necessity for it unlikely even if they did wind up in a bar, but still, Scully had procured it for him – it would be going in the safe in the cupboard under the stairs that contained the emergency cash and a stack of IDs with their faces and different names afterwards anyway, as a precaution.
Mulder had popped the question as he spooned up behind her a few nights after Jackson had returned home. It wasn’t the first time he’d asked her to marry him, and he wasn’t expecting it to be the last. But it was. She’d rolled over in his arms, traced the outline of his lips with her thumb as she frowned. And then she’d nodded, somewhat shyly, and whispered a soft ‘okay’ as a smile blossomed across her face. There was a ring, an heirloom that he’d been given by Maggie back in 2001, though she insisted on not wearing it on her finger, rather settling it next to the cross that hung around her neck, remembering vividly how her fingers had swelled during her pregnancy with William.
They set the date for early June; arranged a small, secular wedding: just them, Jackson, Skinner, and her brothers and their families - they’d been unable to think of anybody else they wanted to share their day with, and so they’d agreed upon a courthouse and a private ceremony in the meadow behind their house.
And so, with only a week before he was officially no longer a single, free man – though he’d argued he’d not been a single, free man for nearly three decades – his son had told him on no uncertain terms that he must – must – have a stag-do.
And though Tara, Charlie and his partner Dan had tried to entice Scully into a hen party, she’d managed to play the pregnancy card, insisting that she couldn’t drink and desperately didn’t want a spa day, and had vetoed every suggestion everyone had provided. And so, the night before their wedding, she found herself missing Mulder and insisting that she fold and refold the laundry that she had spent the afternoon washing.
She stood, knees and back creaking, and stooped to pick up Jackson’s pile of laundry, stopping when her phone buzzed again. Jackson, this time: a photo. She swiped her phone unlocked and grinned at the photo that popped up. Mulder, passed out with a blissful grin on Skinner’s couch, a tumbler of amber liquid in one hand and his phone, unlocked, in the other. She zoomed in, her heart melting when she recognised the photo of her he’d taken the other week when they’d laid a blanket out under the shade of the tree in front of the house and spent the afternoon picnicking.
Her ringtone broke the silence and her son’s face filled the screen. She picked up, a smile filling her voice, ‘hey, Honey. So, you guys didn’t make it to the bar?’
‘Nah, Mulder managed two beers and a bourbon, then he started talking about how much he loved you ‘til he passed out.’
‘He’s never been much of a drinker. Is Skinner still okay with you guys staying over there?’
‘Yeah, ‘course he is.’
‘Okay,’ she smiled, ‘make sure you’re both showered and dressed by ten tomorrow, okay?’
‘Yeah, of course.’
‘Thank you, Jackson. You’re a good kid.’
He cleared his throat, still uncomfortable with how affectionate she could be with him, ‘how are you doing?’
‘I’m good, Baby.’
‘Mm’kay, you get an early night – you’ve got a long day tomorrow.’
She laughed, ‘I think that’s my line. You sleep well, okay.’
‘You too,’ he hesitated, ‘...mom.’
Unbidden, her eyes welled with tears and she sniffed quietly, not wanting to make him feel awkward by bringing attention to it, but wanting to acknowledge it somehow, ‘thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow.’
‘Yeah. I look forward to it.’
Tagging @today-in-fic
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skellydun · 6 months
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I don't think I'm meant to be employed. It really cuts into my goofy silly haha time. and it makes it nearly impossible to have any wow life is beautiful let me take it in time.
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breadandblankets · 1 month
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Duke: "So then Ra's went-"
Damian: "You know that's not grandfather's name right"
Duke: "Hm?"
Damian: "that's not his name it's a title, you're supposed to say the whole title, his name isn't 'Head'"
Duke:
Damian:
Duke: "She give me Ra's on my Ghul til I…"
Damian, sighing, unsheathing a sword: "Thomas, I know you will survive this, so I will not be holding back"
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dear-ao3 · 9 months
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do you ever go in the bathroom to pee and then you’re like well fuck if i’m already in here i might as well also shower?
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pokeberry5 · 5 months
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girl experiences gender euphoria and is immediately slammed by grief
for @litttlittt <3. this was supposed to be a portrait of caroline hill, but litta mentioned tim looking like janet when dressed as caroline and identity issues and angst and things spiraled
something about tim not knowing if he's his mother's child or bruce's or neither's.
figuring out the looks:
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i wanted janet to have that poofy 70s hair
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kennethbrangh · 1 year
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Tim Curry as William Shakespeare in Will Shakespeare (1978) | Episode 1
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btotaa · 7 months
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turtletaubwrites · 2 days
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My greasy boy 🥰🔥
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dailyflicks · 3 months
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May December (2023) dir. Todd Haynes
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fermentedrice · 4 months
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[durgestarion] 200kg
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dokyeomini · 2 years
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ahh i could sleep in today 😌
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xx-sketchy-xx · 5 months
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*grumble grumble* my photos are being annoying
LOOK AT THE COOL DUDES, I feel like Jax would try and make Wally commit as many crimes as possible with his eye eating powers
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sapybara · 2 years
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Skip the vods and watch Tommy's loh instead it's the most scuffed thing I've ever seen in my life
I want to watch Karmaland and Dream's geoguessr and then Tommy loh because given the dash reaction that shit is entertaining but im so tired
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jeansyvesmoreau · 6 months
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This is a collection of music written in the middle of the night, a journey through terrors and sweet dreams. The floors we pace and the demons we face. For all of us who have tossed and turned and decided to keep the lanterns lit and go searching—hoping that just maybe, when the clock strikes twelve...we'll meet ourselves.
Happy birthday, Midnights! (October 21, 2022)
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