but he is important

Can we talk about Dennis in 12x08. When Dee gets out the anthrax and demands a valentine, it’s after a very stressful day, and his new favorite customer just left. Everything is going to hell, Frank, Dee, and Charlie are causing a scene and doing the opposite of what he wants and he’s so calm. He says “I’m so frustrated right now.” Like he’s acknowledging his feelings and anger and is trying to manage it. And not in a calm before the storm way, but he actually handles it really well and I’m so proud of him.

Look at him

this whole deleted scenes bullshit makes me want to see the real Graves even more though. 

like ?? is this normal Graves behavior ?? does he casually wipe mustard off of his auror’s lips during the day ? does he fix their appearance ? does he casually abandon important meetings to make sure they’re okay? doES HE JUST FLIRT WITH EVERYONE LIKE THAT ? IS THAT A GRAVES THING OR A GRINDELWALD THING I NEED TO K N O W 


So hi hello I’m your local friendly Barista that works in a very popular brand of coffee (has a mermaid logo) Okay so I’m Asian, born in China, but I was adopted and have been a legal US citizen since I was 9 months old. Anyhow this middle aged man comes up with his daughter and his daughter brings in a friend (this is important for later) and he orders his drinks for the girls and himself. No biggie. So I start making the drinks and I hear him ask me very clearly “Excuse me are you a refugee?” I legit stopped dead in my tracks, I thought I misheard so I asked him to repeat himself. He did.. he genuinely asked me if I was a refugee or veteran.. and I looked at him like he had 3 heads. And so I explained briefly that I’ve been an American my entire life. And he tries to defend himself by saying that this particular coffee brand company is hiring refugees. That may be correct.. but most of the refugees are coming from Syria.. which is in the Middle East?? I don’t look Middle Eastern at ALL. The kicker was remember the daughters friend? She was Asian.. and heard the whole conversation. I’m ?????

 —— *   starter  call  for  amber  karev.    like  this  for  a  starter  from  AMBER  KAREV  who  is  a  canon  character  from  grey’s  anatomy  that  has  not  been  physically  present  in  the  series,    but  mentioned.    her  main  verse  age  is  21,    but  can  be  written  from  the  age  of  10-20  if  requested.


so my (late) contribution to #hairgate is this interview extract from the big holistic graphic novel, which tells us that yes sam got his hair dyed darker for the role of dirk but what’s really important is that he wanted the comic book hair 😂😂😂

4CC 2017 // Charlie White commentary on the SD.


  • I just wanna point out here while they’re on their side by side just how perfectly musical every single movement is in this program. It’s sharp and its right where it needs to be to be 100% impactful.
  • The speed, ease of edge, ease of transitions, commitment, I mean…there’s really nowhere they don’t excel but to me what makes this program so special is the way they use Prince’s amazing music.

(minute 2:19)

  • A little bit of a stumble there from Scott but not on an important turn. He managed quite well to recover from that.
  • And just a fantastic skate from them. Couple teeny tiny little losses of balance and I think it just came from emotion. You know, when you’re trying that hard often times you can lose your balance a little bit.
  • But these guys have so much confidence and so much experience that they are able to push through those and almost make it look like it’s part of the program.

“And that is something that is something no one in the ice dancing field today can do. So it is something that separates them.”

  • This short dance has quickly become one of my favorite programs of theirs. Just…I wanna say cheeky, so fun, it starts strong it ends strong, has a fantastic lift and just great personality.

“I feel like they’re able to go out there and enjoy themselves as Tessa and Scott. They don’t have to be or pretend to be something else. They can just be themselves.”

  • And the level of, you know technical ability it’s just, you know you can never question it when they’re out on the ice because of their high level of talent, because of their commitment.
  • And when we’re looking at their transitions, their arm movements, you know early when I was talking about wanting to see make it look easy. I mean these guys make it look like it’s so easy that sometimes look like it’s accidental that they do something cool. And that is…that is truly a testament.

And you know it’s hard for someone, especially since I competed against them and know first hand just how good they are, it’s hard not to go overboard with compliments but the truth is that really, they deserve them. And they earn them and there is a reason why they’ve come back and had the success they’ve had.

(Question of how difficult it was to come back)

  • Incredibly difficult but at the same time, they are ice dancers, they love ice dance and you can see it in their faces and in the way they move on the ice that it’s what they’re meant to be doing.

Lol this guy I hooked up with today had an invitation to the oscars on his desk and I asked him why he wasn’t there and he said “Too many other important things to do” Lmao thats a level where I wanna be

winds-and-stardust  asked:

Lance never actually expresses the extent of his insecurities to anyone. He doesn't want to bum them out, cuz even though he doesn't think his roll on the team is important he knows what's expected of him; to be the loud flirty jokester. So he internalizes the feeling. He gets bitter and petty and frustrated because he doesn't know what else to do with all this hurt. And with the added pressure after Shiro vanishes everyone just assumes he's upset about that so no one tries to help him properly

Oh god my son, but yeah that’s actually pretty likely. Like that would definitely affect Lance, but it would only amplify his feelings. Imagine though if they got shiro back? Would they notice then? Or would they be too caught up in Shiro and welcoming him back to notice. And by that time would it be too late? Would Lance have withdrawn from the rest for too long that when they finally noticed none of them could get to him, I mean they’d never cared to check before right?

anonymous asked:

To have a film like moonlight that has people of color who happen to be gay and to have it be nominated for an oscar is the coolest thing. Just to be nominated is amazing in itself. Dnp are both film nerds and I can see them discussing all the films in great lengths and bouncing opinions off each other. I definitely think that phil, like dan, knows the importance of a film like this. He may not voice those thoughts on twitter but I'm positive that if moonlight were to win he'd cheer for them.

yeah i feel like phil understands the depth and importance of the film but he did say he found it a bit boring. i think that was just a matter of his opinion in filmmaking rather than the actual content anyways. like i dont like la la land for certain aspects of it but i know that objectively it is quite good. he knows it good he just won’t talk about it. and thats perfectly fine considering he is a white man and doesnt really have a say in these issues and he does not want to step on any toes.

Taekook Fic Rec that no one asked for but that I’ve been meaning to do forever. The bolded ones are my favorites and the ones with * are ones that I love the most.

Happy Reading!

*****The Reason [also YoonJin] (42,427 words)  

Maybe in the end it was more important what he gained than what was lost.

aka “meet ugly” sentence prompt: “I hit you with my car and was the only one to visit you in the hospital” AU takes a very dramatic twist and gets out of hand

*****You and Me, We’re Bumper Cars (49,600 words)

After a myriad of mistakes committed in his leather jacket with a cigarette between his teeth, Jungkook finds himself exiled to his aunt’s house in a quiet, faraway town for the summer. Nothing much goes on at the neighbourhood; or so he thinks, until he meets a boy with sunset-coloured hair named Kim Taehyung.

***********Kill Me But Don’t Let Me Die (14,978 words) 

Taehyung is a hired killer and Jungkook works at a bakery. 

Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast 

Taehyung has magic in his veins and Jungkook’s determined not to let it kill him.

These Tides Fall Over (Shades of Blue and You) (15,343 words)

“You can’t expect me to let my royal savior die in the middle of the library.” In which Taehyung calls Jeongguk “Prince Eric” every chance he gets, and Jeongguk suffers.

*****Like Honey and Grenadine (31,095 words)

A Somewhat Cosmic Adventure, In Which: Jeon Jeongguk is both a Flustered Meme Child as well as the King of Hell; Kim Taehyung is really good at peeling back layers; Jeong Hoseok can go wherever he wants; balance requires sacrifice. A retelling of the Abduction of Persephone, but with extra awkward flirting and way more gay.

The Beauty of a Secret (12,719 words)

Jungkook writes of the pain of his soulmate, a person he’s never met, into his songs. He hates the way it feels, too personal and private, but at the same time he’s curious. There’s no way anyone could be hurting so much inside and not break down. Jungkook never wanted to feel another person’s emotions but then he meets Taehyung and discovers he might just be okay with it after all.

*****At the Intersection of Wandering Paths (6096 words)

Jeongguk stays, Taehyung moves, and time is obscure.

Trust Your Heart if the Seas Catch Fire (131,734 words)

“Sometimes I wonder whether you’d be better off without me. Whether you really need me at all." Taehyung has always doubted his necessity to the group, as well as to Jungkook. Usually a knock on the head would suffice to bring him back to his senses. But this time, it seems someone was listening to his request. Now, everything has changed. He’s in a world where Jungkook and the rest of the group are still famous, but he isn’t.

Prism Ink (14,300 words)

Taehyung is a manhwa artist whose pseudonym leads approximately 97.8% of his readers to believe that he’s a little less oppa and a little more unni. And Jeongguk is his childhood-friend-turned-editor who’s maybe, possibly, a little bit (a lot) in love with him. Sekai-ichi Hatsukoi!AU

****Hickory (48,347 words) 

Jungkook should be focused on winning, but his mind’s stuck on wondering whether or not this Kim Taehyung guy fucks harder than he hits.

The Night Train (7809 words)

Without realizing it, Jeongguk reaches out, fingers itching for something he can’t put into words, and places his palm over the glass. On the other side, he sees Taehyung mirror his movement, unspeaking. The glass is thick, but somehow, he can still feel the warmth of Taehyung’s hands where their palms and fingers overlap—Taehyung’s long and slender ones, and Jeongguk’s shorter, sturdier.
“Why are we on this train, Jeongguk-ah?” Taehyung asks, voice low again the way it had been once before. His eyes are trained on their hands, but he can still feel him looking directly at him.
Jeongguk shakes his head, a sense of misery washing over him. He doesn’t know what he wants except for the glass panel to be gone and for him to maybe, wake up. He doesn’t know why both of them are passengers on a train that’s bound for nowhere, but he doesn’t believe in coincidences.

*****Love Will Always Be A Lesson (lets get out of it’s way) (60,847 words)

Lesson 1: It’s not real

Working Conviction  (9,843 words)

How their trust evolves to go from from Jungkook pointing a loaded gun in Taehyung’s face to Taehyung binding Jungkook down and fucking him till he can’t see straight.

This is the First Day of My Life (13,838 words) 

"If you want to be with me, you need to be honest with yourself and fucking tell me!”
“I’m not good at that, but can I interest you in a sarcastic comment?" 

******Proxmial Glitch (36,282 words)

The rule is you’d better be having fun. The reason is this is the best it’s ever gonna get.

Warm Winds (20,004 words)

Between runway shows and photoshoots, Taehyung manages to find a hand to hold.

Will You Be My Forever? (15,596 words)

From the moment Jungkook turned 18, he had been excited to see the numbers appear on his wrist. 762. Just 762 days before he finally meets his soulmate. 524, 374, 34. And then it stops.

*****Dark Blue (this night is a perfect shade of) (8,013 words)

Jungkook has never seen the world and Taehyung is determined to show him it

************My Church Offers No Absolutes (11,910 words)

Jungkook believes that everyone is born as a tabula rasa, but Taehyung is convinced that he’s born sick.

“where do you think all these souls go, after someone dies?”
“your father’s the pastor, how would I know? doesn’t he say that they go to purgatory?”
“you see, that’s the thing. we’ll never know, because the only ones who do, will never have a chance to tell us.”

Your Smile Could Rival The Sunrise (27,413 words)

There was an unspoken agreement not to fall in love but what are they supposed to do when neither of them are very good at following the rules?

Shark In the Water (30,574 words)

As far as fairy tales go, this one doesn’t have a lot of faeries. Tales, yes. Tails, that is. Just the one. One (1) tail.

*******Our Red Scarf (Keep Me Warm) (42,212 words)

Jeongguk is trouble. Taehyung likes trouble a bit more than he probably should. Just don’t tell Jimin about it.

You’re The Closest To Heaven That I’ll Ever Be (27,790 words)

He has seen Taehyung smirk, smile seductively, smile cheekily, grin lazily, but nothing like this. This, Jeongguk thinks, is what happiness must look in Taehyung. (He tries to ignore the way his chest pumps when he sees it, and the urge to see it again once it’s gone.)

*****I’ll Be A Man (of you, you, you babe)

Dates are cool. Dates with straight-laced family friends arranged by your mother are not. Thank goodness Jeon Jeongguk has his trusty best friend Kim Taehyung close by to bail him out of any dire situations.

It occurs to him painfully that he’s unable to call Rosie’s features to mind… has he really spent so little time looking at her?… and with this, the realization that he’s never seen a photo of John as a child, either… he’s never considered the origins of the most important person in his life.

holy SHIT dale thanks for confirming the baby is fake you know how LONG i’ve been waiting for that? to be fair this is the first fic of yours i’ve read straight thru

Update Feb 2017

So I guess you’ve noticed I haven’t uploaded any art to this art blog all year. This month has been one of the roughest I’ve experienced. My cat was diagnosed with fibrosis of the lungs earlier in the month and finally passed this Friday. I don’t know if I’ve ever conveyed how much he meant to me over this blog, but I almost never drew myself without him, because he was such an important part of my life. Like it doesn’t quite feel whole anymore without him. 

I’m really grateful for all the likes, reblogs, and follows. I haven’t mentioned it at all recently, but I’m really glad you guys still follow me and enjoy my work. I’m almost at another important benchmark number and would like to do something for you guys when I hit it, so keep your eyes peeled for that, and I’ll definitely try to get some art out soon. Thanks for your patience and support. 

I just came out to my Dad

He was the most important person on my list and the one I was most nervous about and the one I left for last because he is really quite set in his ways BUT a little to my surprise, he was really supportive and accepting and said all the right things and I’m honestly on cloud 9 right now and I feel really, really lucky and am really appreciative about my coming out experiences because I know not everyone has it the same.

Idk. I think this exchange is really important. Especially with what we know from “Empire’s End.”

Han makes a point to say they lost Ben, forever. Yet Leia is adamant that they haven’t. That it was Snoke. (And now we know that it was since he was in the womb)

Leia says “But we can still save him. Me. You.”

As awful as it is, Han’s death could be the turning point in Kylo’s redemption. Don’t let Han’s death be in vain. He sacrificed his life for his son that he loves.

And the most important part, he forgave his son.

A Trial, For Now

A Trial, For Now


Author’s Notes

This fic was requested by an Anon.

They asked for; Post-Mulder and Scully Meet the Were Monster. With added Smut Please.


In summary; Season 10. Were-Monster. A lil’ fluff, ending in a nice dose of smut.



When they were in their twenties and thirties, knee-deep in their careers and a world of chasing after monsters, evil suits and little green men, Mulder was often a man possessed. He was, at times, so consumed with his theories, ideas and down-right frantic need to get to the bottom of what he felt was the most important crusade one could take, the real meaning of his life. A social life, or a life with any domesticity, had never appealed to him. Not as a kid, in the playground, playing house. Not as a teenager, even when he awkwardly fumbled with his crush in the back seat of a car. Not even as an adult, when his job and extracurricular activities had all melted into one big stockpile of obsession and drive.

When he met Scully, he was wary of her at first. Trusting of her within time. Always physically attracted to her on some level. Lusting after her within a few weeks. In love with her within a couple of years. Admitting to himself that he loved her within a year or two after that, maybe longer. Fulfilling his sexual fantasies and pouring his heart into his love for her within seven years. Making a baby with her within seven and a half years. And so on and so forth. He evolved.

When he was three weeks into their new found physical relationship, sitting on the worn leather couch of his apartment, with her naked body straddled upon him, riding him into complete euphoria, he felt content – to an extent. Even then, his life was still filled with a burning desire for the truth. Yes, he loved her, yes she was his world, but he still had the side of his life that bubbled over and clouded all the normal and happy aspects of his life. He had the women he loved, he was healthy, he was relatively happy, he had it all in many a persons eye, but he was always itching. Itching for justice and truth and discovery. It would have been so easy to slow down, take a step back from his pursuit of the truth and explore a life that seemed a bit more conventional, but with Mulder, nothing ever was conventional.

Then, as time passed, over the years he had mellowed. For a man who had never been domestic, he had slipped into a somewhat domestic life with Scully over the first decade of the 21st century. He made breakfast, she made coffee. She went to work at the hospital and he used the internet as his own form of ‘work’. He tried to fix things around the house, he mowed the lawn, he washed the windows. As time wore on, the chase for the next big thing, the next creature or conspiracy was a distant memory. They would eat dinner together, watch movies together, cuddle in bed each night – sometimes falling asleep, sometimes having noisy, sweaty sex. They would buy groceries, visit Scully’s mom from time to time, argue over silly things but resolve it by making love and having fun. For the man who was always so opposed to domesticity, he was right in the heart of it.

The life they had carved out made him happy, happy to have her, but restless and irritable that all his years of hard work had never fully bloomed into fruition of anything concrete. Over time, his spark was dimming. The thing he’d been fighting for, the truth he wanted so badly, wasn’t at his reach, not by a longshot. He almost felt like he’d given up, like he settled. He couldn’t bring himself to let the thoughts of why run around his mind because…what did he settle for? Domesticity? With who? Scully? To view that in his mind as a let-down was unthinkable, so he bottled it up and tried. But it was doing just that which caused the problems. The fights were nothing new. What couple doesn’t fight?

“Mulder, I asked you to go get groceries?” she would groan glaring into an empty fridge. “Scully, you’ve been at work for 36 hours, you call this a home and yet you’re never here” he’d yell on nights when they hadn’t spoken much. She would pull away when he initiated sex and a blazing argument would land him on the couch for the night. She would initiate sex and he would decline, which again, landed him on the couch for the night.

It had all become so tough. He wanted to chase his truths, but, he wanted to hold and kiss and talk to the woman he loved, the mother of his child, the only one he’d ever trust.

She had packed a bag and been living in a hotel room for 8 months now. It wasn’t ideal, but the idea of renting or buying an apartment or house just seemed unfathomable. She loved him so much and she knew he loved her, but she also knew he wasn’t happy. She’d diagnosed him with clinical depression and given him a variety of ultimatums. He couldn’t be happy living in this limbo world of domesticity and a lack of ability to pursue his passions. They would meet for dinner, the would talk on the phone, she would visit him. Occasionally they made love, but lay in their own sweat and crumpled linen, wondering where to go next. Ususally, when that would happen, she’d drive back to the hotel once he’d fallen asleep.

Now, they were back on the job. It was just like the old days. There where moments when Scully would forget all they had been through, like life in the Unremarkable House was a dream, that she’d never given birth to a baby he had fathered, that they’d never even crossed the line from more than partners or friends. They were back in the FBI and their personal lives, although they crossed, were platonic and developing. She could see Mulder feeling at ease again. She sensed his satisfaction in his crusade for the truth and all that surrounded it, but also his satisfaction of being around her so much. Then excitement was real, the tension was palpable.

This particular case was the pinnacle of Scully feeling this way. Although outlandish, it gave her a glimpse of 'classic Mulder’. It was exactly the man she fell in love with and that twinkle in his eye made her heart leap. They hadn’t had sex in five months when she called to check on him one night. They had eaten dinner together and before she left he’d seduced her into a rampant session of fast and uncomfortable sex on and against the kitchen counter. When she drove back to the hotel that night she was pretty sure it may well have been the last time they would have sex, she just felt it. But being in his company made her crave him now, more than she had in such a long time. He was 'cute’. This always did it to her.

– — — — –

“Mulder, that is one of the most ridiculous stories I’ve ever heard – even for you!” she whined at him as she lifted Dagoo, in his cage, into of the car at the airport. “Well, you have to admit, we’ve seen some pretty crazy things in our – long, long days – that it’s not that implausible, Scully”. “Oh, Mulder, I–” she hesitated, as the words “I love you” had almost tripped off her tongue so easily. “I missed this, I missed this you” she smiled.

As they arrived at the Unremarkable House, there was silence in the car. It was a beautiful night, a warm breeze making the trees sway in unison, stars littering the clear sky. Scully shut off the ignition. “So” Mulder sighed, his tone was one of resignation that their happy little trip to the Pacific Northwest was over. Back to life, to a semi-reality in a house that once felt like a home, only this time it was just that – a house, where he lived alone. He looked down to unbuckle his seatbelt, as he did he felt her cool, delicate hand reach out over his. Looking up he saw a mixture of emotions in her eyes, she was deadly serious, but a glint of mischievous excitement hid in their somewhere.

“I was thinking” she began, his eyes now fixated on hers, their hands still overlapped at the seatbelt buckle. “I don’t think the staff will let me keep Dagoo in the hotel” she said. Mulder glanced back to a sleeping dagoo, still in his doggy-cage. “Oh no, nooo way Scully, c'mon you know me….I can’t, a dog, it’s just–” he protested as she hushed him, “Mulder, I’m saying, maybe if Dagoo lived here then, well, you know, maybe there’d be more reason for me to stick around here”. Mulder’s eyes lit up a little, unsure of how to respond. He really did want her back, but he was unsure, he was finally feeling happy again and although he cursed every morning he woke up without her by his side, he was also afraid of letting her down, that he hadn’t changed enough.

He was taking his time to think. It scared her a little. Maybe he didn’t want her back, maybe the reason he seemed to be doing well was because she was gone. She slowly drew her hand back, away from his and rested it on her own lap, where she fixated her eyes. Mulder unbuckled his belt and shift in his seat to face her. He watched her, drowning in her own self doubt, her titian hair collapsed over her fine features. “Scully” he said, raising his hand to push her hair away from her face. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way, but I’m just afraid that I’ll disappoint you again”.

She sighed. He sighed. “No, no Mulder you’re right, I’m sorry, I just….this case was so much fun, like old times, I guess I just…”. She shifted in her seat slightly, obviously uncomfortable. “No, Scully, listen to me…I want you back in the house, our home, I want that more than I’ve wanted anything in a long time, I’m just asking, are you sure it’s what you want?” he asked. “I’m doing good, I’m exercising, I’m taking my medication, I’m working and I’m working with you, and I feel I’m doing good” he continued. “But I’m worried if you come back home, that I won’t be enough, that it’ll hurt you again, I can’t stand to see you suffer, you know that”.

She gave a cross between a chuckle and frustrated sigh. “Mulder, we’ve been through so much and yet, I’m finding being away from you the hardest part of it all”. “I lost William-” her voice croaked, as it always did with their sons name sourly left her lips, “I lost my son, our son, but I can’t stand to be apart from the one person I’ve ever loved as much as him, the one who helped me make him”. She’d gone from being playful, to tearful all in a matter of seconds. Inside the dark of the SUV, lit only by the brightness of a full moon outside.

Mulder lent over and kissed her. It was a soft kiss, his lips gently parting hers as he deployed his hand to her cheek to sneakily brush away the single tear that had escaped down her face – a move that wasn’t lost on her. The air was still inside the car, the moonlight was soft and the tension was palpable. They kissed for a couple of minutes, soft kisses until Mulder snuck in a little tongue. It made Scully smile, through her teary eyes, damp cheeks and locked lips, she laughed. When they broke away, they kept the eye contact, until Mulder finally spoke. “C'mon, let’s go inside, let’s bring this mutt into his new domain”. They both excited the car and headed into the house, unsure if this was forever, or just an idea, a fleeting trial.

As they settled into the house, switching on lights and sorting out Dagoo, Scully decided to clarify, “Mulder, if it’s ok with you, I’d like to take things slow, maybe staying here on alternate nights, or for a few nights here, a few nights at the hotel, I just need to take it slow”. He walked across the dusty living room and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Whatever it takes” he smiled. She leaned up and kissed him.

Dagoo barked at their feet. “Oh, I think we better take this upstairs” Mulder noted. “My goodness Mulder, you are so forward, you automatically assume that we are going to -” Scully protested. “Well, aren’t we?” he smiled back at her. She ran the palm of her hands over his chest, admiring his physique, especially for a man of his age. “Well, yeah, but-” she replied. “But nothing” he leaned in to kiss her again. “I haven’t had sex in five months, one week and 3 days” he protested. “You counted?” she raised a single eyebrow. “I couldn’t even watch porn because it made me feel guilty…..damn you woman!”. She laughed.

Mulder, unimpressed with Dagoo’s ability to take away the romance the moment, closed him in his office – when a man is in the mood for sex, the notion of a dog defecating on his life’s work doesn’t seem to matter. By the time he met Scully in the bedroom she was almost completely undressed. Sitting on the edge of the bed, down to everything but her underwear. “You work fast” he said. “Let’s hope you don't” she laughed. “When have I ever?” he toyed with her. “Well, let’s see….I clearly remember an incident in my old apartment where we made it from the door to the couch, and you were over before it began” she scolded, remembering a certain stain he left on the rug. “I was young, what can I say, and you – you were beautiful – you still are – you’re still just so beautiful”.

The room was lit by moonlight brazingly filling the room, and the fish tank which bubbled away in the corner. A blue and cyan hue cast over everything, only highlighting her pale skin and his tall stature. He walked towards her and pushed her hair over her shoulders. He cupped her shoulder and ran his hand down her arm then brought it back to undo his tie, and unbutton his shirt. Before he knew it he was down to his boxers and she had shuffled onto the bed, laying on her back, she’d removed her own bra, but left her panties on for him to remove. She knew he liked doing that, and as he did so, his eyes flickered all over her body. She was now 51, but with the body of an in-shape 30 year old. He wondered how he had managed to keep her all to himself, all these years. He removed his own boxers and lay on the bed beside her.

They weren’t 35 anymore, but they were still sexually aware and incredibly horny when the mood struck. Even two years before they’d managed to both achieve incredibly orgasms having sex against the door of Mulder’s office, completely standing, her left leg wrapped around him. Something had to be said for staying in shape in what were now their middle-ages.

She lay on her back, he lay on his side. He ran his hand down her alabaster skin, taking in how soft it still felt. He leaned in and stole a kiss. Slowly driving his hand southward he went straight for her center. In the old days, as new lovers, it always made her blush when he used his hands or mouth to arouse or satisfy her, but time had afforded her the luxury of comfort. As he fumbled around her labia and clit, like he was tracing the lines of a map he’d known so well over the years, they allowed their eyes to meet. She smiled at him and the eye contact was definite, electric, intense. He rubbed slowly at her labia and traced gentle circles around her clit. He wanted to judge how she responded, but the intense eye contact and overwhelming emotions of love and lust, where the ultimate aphrodisiac. It wasn’t long before he could feel how wet she was getting; his cue to slip a couple of fingers inside her. As he did she grimaced with pleasure but insisted on keeping the eye contact.

She raised her hand and stroked his face gently as he pumped his fingers in and our of her. “I want you inside me Mulder” was all she had to say. He removed his fingers from her and leaned toward her more. She was afraid that, in his mid fifties, having been abstinent for over 5 months, he might find it hard to get an erection. She hadn’t looked down to see. So instead she reached down. He was hard, defiantly, but she wanted to ensure him of it. She grabbed his cock with her delicate hand and gave it a few gentle strokes. She could hardly admit to herself how great it felt and how many wonderful memories it evoked. From the first time she gave him a blow job – one of their few office discretions they had in the early days – to the early morning surprises she’d give him in their first days in that new lovers on the run.

As she worked his shaft, he had to stop her. “Easy there Scully or you might be right about the show ending too soon” he laughed, as she obliged, bringing her hand up to his torso, holding onto his hip as he got himself into position. Hovering above her, he focused on those blue eyes. They had both changed, physically, over the years, but somehow in tandem with one another. They still looked so well fitted, despite their challenging height difference and so much more.

He reached down and guided himself into her. Five months wasn’t much time and she was already very wet, so he slid into her with ease.

“You ok?” he asked in a husky tone. “I’m good, Mulder, are you?” she asked. It may have seemed like a silly question. He was almost six inches deep inside her. Yet, it was more than that. She wan’t to be sure he felt mentally prepared. He didn’t answer, he just leaned down and kissed her. He kissed her cheek, then her lips, then her neck and with that he began to withdraw and thrust. They were gentle thrusts at firsts. Mentally they both knew that making love was sex in any way, at any speed, in any position if you loved the person, but this was one of those times when it really felt like 'love making’.

He pushed the hair from her face and they maintained eye contact, only breaking to kiss. It felt nice, it felt familiar, but there was fire, fire between their skin, their hips and fire in their eyes. The only sounds that filled the room was the bubbling fishtank, the bed sheets quietly rustling and the soft pants escaping their lips.

As his thrusts increased, so did their arousal. Determined to keep him in the game a little longer, Scully initiated a change of position. As his head bobbed in tandem right by hers, their cheeks almost touching, she breathed “I want to be on top Mulder, on top”. He obliged after a couple more thrusts. Pulling himself all the way out and breaking apart their bodily union altogether. He lay on his back, but realized that having her do all the work from above might not be the kindest, so he shuffled up into a seated position, his back vertical against the headboard. She sat apart from him for a moment and admired him. Yep, he still had it.

Scully moved over and straddled him. She took a minute to admire him some more, this time his face. Looking over his eyes, his nose, that perturbing bottom lip she had kissed a million times. They kissed a passionate kiss that said 'I need you’ from both sides, then she helped guide him back inside her. She was sensitive, but couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure and she didn’t care.

Once inside her, he asked “You ok”, “I’m fine Mulder” she tried to get out in a wispy breath as she began to ride him. She had one hand tightly gripping his shoulder, her outer arm extended out straight and upward, her palm pressed flatly against the bedroom wall just above the headboard. He held onto her waist with both hands. She grinded at first, but the pure lust in her drove her to ride. Ride hard. The room was suddenly noisier, the headboard banging against the wall, the bed creaking with each motion she made. “Oh God” she cried out over and over.

She could feel his panting breath and soft grunts on her chest, her clavicle, her neck, as he watched her with ferocious intensity. “Fox” she moaned, a name he hated, but she still used during moments of pure ecstasy, when she wanting him to know that he was hers. “I’m coming, Fox” and with that, her body began to convulse, her arms fell around his shoulders, her fore head touching his.

As she girated her hips over and over to ride out what was truly an exceptional orgasm, it was enough for him. He gripped her ass and thrusted up, hard, a few more times and with a loud groan, came inside her.

The held their positions in the dark room, panting over and over and smiling. It had been a while, but to sit their, her on top of him, him still inside her, just smiling at one another. It felt like all the worlds troubles had melted away. It felt like the old days and the new days to come. It was just a question now of what next? Was this forever, or was this a trial or was this one time thing. For in that moment they were happy just to be together, joined in every way possible.


Ponder was not totally enthusiastic about the old traditions, because he was well into his twenties and in a moderately important position and therefore, to some of the mere striplings in the University, a target. Or would have been, if they weren’t getting that boiled eyeball feeling by sitting up all night tinkering with Hex.
He wasn’t interested in promotion, anyway. He’d just be happy if people listened for five minutes, instead of saying, “Well done, Mister Stibbons, but we tried that once and it doesn’t work,” or, “We probably haven’t got the funding,” or, worst of all, “You don’t get proper fill-in-nouns these days – remember old ‘nickname’ ancient-wizard-who-died-fifty-years-ago-who-Ponder-wouldn’t-possibly-be-able-to-remember? Now there was a chap who knew his fill-in-nouns.”
Above Ponder, he felt, were a lot of dead men’s shoes. And they had living men’s feet in them, and were stamping down hard.

– Ponder and the frustrations of academia | Terry Pratchett, The Last Continent

anonymous asked:

I know you can't answer this question right now since companion fic and all, but how in the WORLD hasn't Victor noticed that Yuuri is shy/anxious? They lived together for A WEEK!! And talked outside a competition setting! Like I understand why people who never talked to Yuuri can mistake him as aloof, but Victor??? I can't wait to see Yuuri from Victors pov. Maybe he is just as blind as Yuuri when it comes to important social interactions?

Viktor knows Yuuri a lot better than many other people and doesn’t have the same misconceptions but you wouldn’t necessarily assume Yuuri as medicated anxiety from how he acts, especially if, like Viktor, you don’t have much experience with anxiety or people with it