Imagine Mulder asking Scully if she has any plans for Christmas.

Imagine her saying Bill invited her but she doesn’t really feel like it. Mulder takes it as a “I might come over”. He spends the next month learning how to perfectly cook a whole turkey for two. He tests three recipes of mince pies and walnut cake. For Christmas Eve, he buys French wine and champagne and prepares eggnog. He spends a week looking for the nicest tree in the neighbouring forest and finds The One which he cuts down on a Sunday afternoon before dragging it back to the house. She wonders why he looks in pain the next day.

On The Night, the table is already set by 5pm, her present under the tree. He tries not to think about how he may have read too much into her hesitation, how perhaps Tad O'Malley invited her to a DC socialites and politics dinner party and she agreed from lack of better, more promising plans. He tries not to stand near the window and watch the gates. It’s 9pm and he started the whisky he only intended to open with her at midnight. He feels like a fool, he now firmly believes he has disappointed her too much before for a Christmas miracle to save him. He imagines a car door slamming shut and footsteps on the porch. There’s a knock. He gets up anyway to check. She’s here, wearing a black dress, pink cheeks and a Rudolph nose, a gift bag in her hand. “Pace yourself with that drink or you’ll never be awake to open your present” is all she says before stepping inside.

Keeps On Giving - fic

Characters: Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne
Summary: Dick’s never forgotten to get Bruce a gift, until this year. Good thing he’s so great at adapting on the fly - and has a hoard of younger siblings to annoy whenever he wants. 
A/N: Here’s some holiday garbage for you fine folk. Damian gets Dick back by ignoring Dick the rest of the night in favor of his dad, and then demanding to sleep in Dick’s room with him and all of his pets. Dick didn’t know cats snored so loud. Bruce had just gotten home from his own patrol. Like he’d take a night off ever, psh.


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#Arrow / #Olicity Hiatus Survival Kit

We all have our ways of coping on certain extra angsty/painful Arrow Wednesdays (and most times into Thursday), but I, for one, can’t keep drinking alcohol and eating ice cream and chocolate for the next 5 weeks (does eggnog count as a food?)!

So I thought I’d humbly offer up some some ways to help:

Join us on Twitter (if you haven’t already) - things happen over there at the speed of light - and if you follow the right people it can be really fun! Participate in organized trends led by @smoakandarrow (much like our #Olicity Kiss Reblogs), and interact with your favorite actors from the show (Echo Kellum and Charlotte Ross  interact A LOT and share on set photos). It’s also a direct line to Arrow writers, producers, and EP’s - so you can tell them what you LOVE about the show (just remember to focus on what you LOVE)!

Search out your favorite fic writers on all of their platforms: Tumblr, Twitter, AO3, and I have started a “FicBridge” here with links. If you want to be added (or changed/removed), please let me know! SHOW THEM SOME LOVE and SHARE THE FICS YOU LIKE! (FYI: I’ll be overhauling this page soon - it’s purely functional at this point - not very pretty!)

Revisit the “MTV Reblog Fics” tag. For those newer to Tumblr (or just new to following me), we had some AMAZING little fics getting buried in the MILLIONS of reblogs. Yes, MILLIONS - we are that motivated. I tried to tag all that I could find (with help from some eagle eyed bloggers). @jedichick04 also did a Master Fic List HERE. Our fandom came together in the most GLORIOUS way! SHIP OF THE YEAR, BABY!

And finally, a reminder about my fic rec tag “Scu11y22 Fave Fanfics” and Spotify playlists.

Anyone else have any good hiatus advice?


Guinea pig selfies! The only kind of selfies I take.

This week, Eggnog will be one year old. I don’t know her exact birthday, but I met her about a week after she was born.

Eggnog has gotten me through a few rough times this past year. I’ll always be grateful to have her in my life. There’s something magical about an animal that welcomes you home with excitement and trusts you enough to fall asleep on your shoulder. Because I have a history with depression and struggle with a chronic illness, it means everything to have a constant source of joy in my life.

Happy birthday, Eggnog!