Reblog If You 100% Okay With A Transgender Person Correcting You If You Accidentally Misgender Them Or

The season one dynamic is so important to me because you watch the first episode and you’re like “they’re gonna bone” even though they don’t really trust each other and its just this first time field agent who knows exactly what shes doing in theory but has never actually experienced any if this and this vetted agent who was renown for his profiles with violent crimes who every just thinks is crazy but the take each other so seriously from the get go and why the fuck are they standing that close to each other and then at the end of the season (which i estimate to be about a years worth of time) scully, who holds her job and success over everything else, is ready to lose her job to protect Mulder and he is mostly ready to give up the xfiles (in name atleast, you cant really have mulder without the xfiles) for the same reason.

They’re not friends, they’re not coworkers, they’re not romantically or sexual invoved they are a secret fifth thing

Let me tell you a secret, have you ever heard that greek myth where humans were made with two faces and four arms and legs until they got split in half and thats where soulmates came from? That was actually written to describe the relationship of Fox Mulder and Dana Scully

Good. Lord.

Good omens fan art by Anna Dutko.

Funniest fandoms are where the fans are like, "I'm obsessed with this. I don't recommend it even slightly."

googled my symptoms and turns out I have to have a pretty girl kiss me

“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.”

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

I watch this and was like “yep! Thats a bisexual.”

I love Ice

When do you guys think the mulder and scully realized that, romantic or otherwise, they were going to spend the rest of their lives together? I think that Scully definitely resigned herself to it first, and Mulder realized it after an exchange like:

Scully (taking Benadryl): you know, it’s genius, you cant care about weather or not you are breathing if your asleep for 12 hours

Mulder: yeah im starting to feel a cold coming on can i have some

Scully: no, never take this shit it gives you dimentia

Mulder: but your taking it

Scully: yeah but if YOU get dementia I don’t wanna have to deal with it

“No, for some reason I don’t think that would work. Hasn’t your landlord always hated you?”

“Yeah, I have no idea why.” Mulder watched as Scully made a show of looking around his apartment, first at the basketball on the floor, then to the collection of porn tapes in the cabinet under the T.V., then to the half open door of his “bed room” where a cardboard box filled with manilla files was wedged in the door.

“Yeah. I wonder,” She responded flatly, “There’s no way he’s letting you stay. Listen,” she was going to regret this, “You can stay with me until you find somewhere else.”

Mulder stared at her in awe like she’d grown white wings and there was suddenly a halo floating above her head. “You mean it-”

“Just until you find a new place,” She said firmly, more to herself than him.

“Thank every god he doesn’t believe in” ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THIS SHIT (this is everything i didn’t know I needed)

One breath, but Mulder shows up in Scully's hospital room with tear tracks still drying on his face and his first real smile since she was taken. He's out of breath, probably broke several dozen traffic laws on his way back to her, but she's awake.

Not Fox, Mulder, Scully corrects her mother, and she is reaching for him before she can think better of it. His hands are warm and shaking and familiar, and he sits down next to her like she's made of glass. Like he is going to break her if he allows his fear to spill out onto the floor.

His mouth opens and closes repeatedly until he finally manages a hi, watching her lips move into a smile. hi. Mulder tentatively lifts their intertwined hands and kisses her knuckles while squeezing his eyes shut.

He wants to fall to his knees and thank every god he doesn't believe in for bringing her back to him, he wants to hold her and press her to his chest until he no longer feels empty inside, he wants to bury his face in her hair and fall asleep with her safe in his arms. At some point during the last few weeks, he must have slept, even if only for a few horrifying hours, yet all he recalls is suffocating darkness and her screams echoing in his mind.

I missed you, Mulder whispers against her skin, but she hears him—she always does.

I heard you, she responds, tugging on his hand to pull him closer. I heard you, Mulder. I felt the strength of your beliefs.

Maggie and Melissa are silently watching the exchange, but they've never cared less about prying eyes and unsatisfied curiosity. Scully's gaze catches on something, and Mulder follows it to the glinting gold cross around his neck. The chain runs through his fingers like water, thin and fragile, and the only thing that helped him stay sane enough to keep going.

Kept it safe for you, he tells her, and takes it off to fasten it around hers instead; it's finally back where it belongs. Tears burn new, glistening paths down his cheeks, and he doesn't bother wiping them away.

I was so scared. It's a confession, it's an apology, it's a promise, and he shuffles closer and closer and closer.

I was so fucking scared, Scully.

Her fingertips are cool against his flushed skin, and he closes his eyes at the contact, fearing that if he moves, she will disappear again. For so long, nothing in his life mattered more than the nebulous truth hiding the fate of his sister. Then she walked into his office with a smile and trust in her heart, and suddenly she wasn't simply helping him discover the truth—she became the truth.

Scully squeezes his hand and traces the line of his jaw, and two warm pairs of eyes look away when she tilts her head upwards, meeting Mulder in the middle as he leans in close, closer, touching.

She kisses him softly because she wants to. Because she can. Because she can taste salt, relief, and light on his tongue, a sunrise swallowed and hidden away throughout the night.

Thank you for not giving up. He couldn't have lived with himself if he had, and it's written across his face and woven into his soul. Losing her would have meant losing himself, and there is nothing that could have stopped him from following her to wherever they would have gone. Together or not at all, and he has no idea why she stayed, why she is still staying after everything he put them through.

You found me, he cannot say; you found me and brought me home. You found me and you saw me, and I don't think I will ever know why you decided I was deserving of your grace and your presence in my life.

They press their foreheads together, and a by now familiar hand lands on his shoulder as Maggie reaches for both of them—family, she had called him, over and over—and there is nothing but warmth offered to him.

Thank you for coming back.