being intuitive is just like... i don’t like this and no i will not elaborate

“Right now is a great time to sharpen the little skills, Fine-tune the little habits, and find joy in the little things.” [x]

OMG HER WEE FAAAAAAAACCCCCEEEE

Basically, bts everything is the same as on the show.

Reblog if you're black tumblr.

You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and you’re for us.

100%

200%

Someone who’s black or supports black people and their human rights. it literally says that in the description. “You don’t have to be black, it just means you support us, you stand by us and you’re for us.” 

Why the fuck does this not have more notes wtf.

I support you.

Of course!!

not even a question. Support EVERYONE, no matter race, sexuality, religion, etc.

If you can’t reblog this please unfollow me

♥💙💚💛💜❤

will always reblog this

amazing

Brie Larson’s first Captain Marvel full costume fitting.

Hilda by Duane Bryers

More Hilda!!

in this family we love and support Hilda.

Yes! Hilda!

What i love about this artist’s depictions of women is even the sexualized ones the woman is always genuinely happy and enjoying herself. Frolicking or making funny faces, she’s living her life and looking sexy while doing it, not sitting in a sexual pose for the audience’s view.

I always forget about Hilda and am so pleased when she randomly shows up on my dash. Always makes my day

I love Hilda so much and I want her to be happy

more Hilda!

My favorite thing about Hilda is that she’s fat and happy and gorgeous and enjoying life. I don’t know if the artist meant for her to be body positive, but that’s how I see her and I love it!

I'm

Remember all those promo pics that made it look like Mulder and Scully were going to the prom?

I’m coming up short on THE prom promo pics, but I’ve always felt they were part of a larger series, including (but not limited to):

fbi engagement photos

fbi pregnancy announcement

fbi apocalypse survivors?

and, last but not least, fbi indie album cover.

fbi homecoming

fbi slavic 80s popstars

fbi weird theater kids

fbi young adult novel

fbi Christmas card

I think this is one of the aforementioned FBI prom photos

but let’s not forget the FBI Sears portrait

FBI du Soleil

FBI 1980′s cigarette ad

FBI one hit wonder 90′s pop duo

This is like the montage at the end of 22 jump street

all of this is amazing

FBI film noir

FBI country music legends

FBI the gap

FBI college sweethearts

FBI mimes

FBI Mrs. Doubtfire

FBI 50 Shades of Grey

FBI true crime cover

@offoxesandotherstrangeanimals

Why is nobody talking about FBI soft porn?

FBI CSI

agghhgukjbbgbhhhh the best omfg

Gillian Anderson on stage – in pictures. - Arsenic and Old Lace (1983) - And A Nightingale Sang (1984) - A Flea in Her Ear (1990) - Absent Friends (1991) - The Philanthropist (1992) - The Vagina Monologues (1999/2000) - What the Night is For (2002-2003) - The Sweetest Swing in Baseball (2004) - A Doll’s House (2009) - A Streetcar Named Desire (2014/2016) - All About Eve (2019)

— Anais Nin

I feel this 

oh man,

how i just love The X-Files (1993-2018) … truly such an amazing & thought-provoking show … it always leaves me wanting to ask all these questions … for example,

what if there had been a woman in the writers’ room?

YES this is what I was wondering. 

And more female villains plz 

zoned out

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Quotable – Carol Ann Duffy

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I’m putting my foot down, if you don’t Know you’re flirting you’re not Flirting. Flirting requires knowledge and intent. If you’re not doing it on purpose you’re just bantering. I will die on this hill, yes.

yessss 

look at her FACE!!! she’s so into it!

Dana Scully | 4.06 “Sanguinarium”

Dancing in the Dark: part 3

For an anon prompt: five times M&S danced in the dark. This turned out much longer than I anticipated, so I’ve broken it into five parts, each told from an alternating POV; independent, but with a clear narrative arc. 

This part responds to @xfficchallenges prompt: Mulder tries to ask Scully out on a date.

Part one  Part two

Three: Bad Blood

She strides ahead to her car and she can’t work out if she’s still mad at him or suffering from the effects of the drugs. Or both. But he has to run to catch her.

              “Scully,” he calls but she doesn’t answer, just blips her car and opens the door. He stops it with his hand she snuffs out air through her nose. She sounds like a freaking horse.

              “I…just…did that really happen?”

              “I can only confirm my version of events, Mulder.”

              “But…Ronnie Strickland, the sheriff, they were…”

              “They’ve disappeared and I want to go home. I’m feeling…”

              “Light-headed? Strange? Kind of loosely tethered to this world.”

              She stops and looks at him. Sometimes she forgets he’s adept at reading people. Sometimes she forgets she’s got emotions. He smiles in that irritatingly arresting way of his. “Yes.”

              “Did you want to…”

              Whatever he’s about to suggest, she should just put a stop to it. “Probably not, Mulder. I want to go…”

              “Home?”

              “Yes, home.” She looks away, off to the distance, vague. Where is home?

              “Scully?”

              “I’m going.” She does. She gets in the car and drives away.

She’s about to draw a bath when she hears him open her door. He didn’t even knock and she hears herself make that loud snorty-breathing thing again. Perhaps if she had hooves she’d scrape them on the floor before launching into him. “What are you doing here?”

              He doesn’t answer, just walks in. “I think I’m still drugged.”

              “It’s possible,” she says, and finds herself unbuttoning the top of her blouse. He looks right at the V of her collar. She doesn’t actually care. In fact, she wants to unbutton more of her blouse, to shuck off the constraints of the day but he’s in her space, her home and she’s feeling a little like that time they went to Comity and the stars aligned or mis-aligned or whatever happened. Like that. And that’s bad.

              “Scully, do you like me?”

              She fills the kettle. The plumbing sighs. “What do you mean?”

              He hesitates, eyes rising to the ceiling as he searches for the right way to say something even more vague. In the dark, with just the light from the living room he looks all angles and planes, that neck stretched taut, Adam’s apple outlined.

“Do you, do you find me good company?”

              “I suppose.” She finds two cups and drops in the teabags. “I mean, I don’t actively dislike you, if that’s what you’re asking.” If he can be obtuse, so can she.

              “You liked the sheriff despite his…”

              “He didn’t have buck teeth, Mulder.” He was good-looking, in a country sort of way.” She leans against the bench. “He made me feel…”

              “Drugged?”

              She folds her arms. “He made me feel validated. He listened to my theories.”

              “And I don’t?”

              He’s really going there. “You…you’re always ready to dismiss them.”

              “I am not.” Incredibly, he sounds incredulous. 

              “My whole assignment is to debunk your work. I think it’s clear that you feel under no obligation to take what I say and seriously consider it.”

              He steps forward. She stiffens. He’s all contradictions: sharp in the strange light but softening with uncertainty; arrogance competing with humility as he closes the space between them. The counter top digs into her back. There’s something utterly compelling about Fox Mulder coming at you like this but it’s entirely too distracting.

              As they’re just inches apart, he loses his footing and half-trips, half-slides into her. Crash, bang, wallop, he’s pressing her up against her kitchen counter and she’s bent back like a banana with one palm flat against his chest and the other gripping his shoulder.

              His apology is soft, vibrating against her neck and together they right themselves, still moulded along the length of them. He moves back but she goes with him, somehow unable to let go. They dance their awkward waltz until they’re back in the centre of the room and he lets out a small chuckle that blows at the wispy strands of her drying hair.

              “Can I ask you something else?”

              She’s snug against his warm body and there’s a feeling of security humming through her, rendering her powerless to refuse. Somewhere in a small part of her brain there’s a warning sign, a flag popping up, but she’s become adept at ignoring things in Mulder’s company. It’s another contradiction of their relationship: he’s opened her eyes yet sometimes she thinks she sees less.

              She doesn’t answer him, anyhow. Just lets him move her around. Lets him talk.

              “Would you…would you, uh. This is hard. Harder than it should be. I haven’t done this…I…” He takes a shuddering breath in and she feels every tremble. “Would you like to go out with me sometime, Scully?”

this breaks me and puts me back together all right