SHITTING-MYSELF

I may not be the most vocal person on here over my feelings towards The X-Files coming back, but this year has been one of the best years of my life.

I’m not sad that they’ve wrapped, I don’t tend to get emotional over those sorts of things. I’ll be the emotional one once it actually airs and ends. We’ve still got months of stuff that could happen. I am a little bummed out that it could have been the last time David and Gillian played Mulder and Scully, but then I didn’t even think this would ever even happen so I’m fucking ecstatic.

One day I’ll tell you all why the show means so much to me. There are multiple reasons, but this show saved me. I remember watching the shit out of it when I was a kid, but it came back to me at a time in my life when I needed it. I was so fucking depressed and felt worthless back in 2013, then Mulder and Scully made their way back into my life again and here I am. I’m alive. People may still make fun of me over how ‘obsessed’ I am with it, but I just love the show so much. It’s my safe place.

And I’ve met all of you on here, which has honestly been the best experience of my life. I’ve never felt this loved before. Every time I log on here and see there’s nearly 6000 of you following me, it’s heartwarming (even though half the time I don’t know why you do follow me, my blog is a mess).

I don’t know how to end this. Let’s just say I’m so excited for January 24, and the fact that on February 1 I’ll be turning 20, along with a new episode airing. It’s come full circle.

Thank you, David and Gillian, for being there for me when I needed it most.

An Entry for drathe‘s The Bard’s Tale Challenge, August 2015.
Please consider entering, followers, let’s make a permanent thing of it.

Song given: Jesca Hoop ft. Guy Garvey - A Murder of Birds

Title: Undertow

Author: Fleshwerks

Rating: M

Content warning: Gore, domestic violence

Pairing: Leandaros Surana x Zevran

Words: ~1750

Summary: The taint claims from Leandaros what it had made possible in the first place.

Author’s Notes: The ugly beginning of the end. Waxing prosaic in English is hard. Classic Fleshwerks emo puddle.

Not a single sound coming from behind the scratched up poplar wood door. The key in his hand inches from the shabby lock. He wavers. Three days ago he’d stood here, listening to enraged screaming, splintering wood. The whole hallway had flooded with the pungent, burnt smell of magic. It still lingered, fading now.

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iceland's hair
  • does anyone realize how blonde ice has gotten
  • like his hair isn't pretty silver grey anymore he's blonde like the rest of them and like Sweden's hair suddenly became greyer
  • probably something like this happened
  • Norway:Iceland you're already halfway off in the ocean, stop bleaching your hair YOU'RE TEARING THIS FAMILY APART
  • Iceland:shut up you cant control me I'm an independent nation and I dont need no oniichan
  • Norway:I'll tell Denmark you had a crush on him back in the 60s and send him those love letters I confiscated
  • Iceland:but its natural omg
  • Norway:stfu stop lying and take off those contacts your'e not kidding anyone into thinking that they're blue
  • Iceland:haha lolno they're actually purple
  • Norway:you were cute once
  • Sweden:I am no longer ridiculously blonde
  • Iceland:HE'S SPREADING HIS BLONDE TO ME
  • Norway:That's good

Waking up to stuttered guitar chords and frequent swears coming from the living room you smiled, thinking of what your ridiculous boyfriend could possibly be doing playing this early in the morning. Making your way out to him you stopped short seeing him staring frustratedly at his laptop, hand raking through his hair and scraping his teeth across his lip ring. Glancing at the screen you could see that chords of a song displayed. A smile stretched across your lips as you saw they were for the song you spent twenty minutes rambling about the previous night. Going on about how much it meant to you. Creeping up behind him you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders and pressed a kiss to his keep, giggling when he quickly closed over the laptop and stuttered out a “Goodmorning babe.” Shaking your head at his antics, you nuzzled into his neck and spoke a muffled, “I love you.”