i'm so happy for this kid

Doggett and Skinner bro angst

If it hurt him to kill a man, Skinner doesn’t show it. Doggett figured just as much. As he sees it, Alex Krycek isn’t the kind of guy you mourn for or waste your guilt on. You can only feel so much guilt. And everyone is always happy to see a healthy baby: it’s a good feeling, especially this healthy baby.

“This kid,” Skinner shakes his head. The pair of them are standing in the hall, watching nurses quietly chat and people fret in and out of Dana Scully’s hospital room. “This kid is going to be so messed up.”

Doggett barks out a laugh. “Can you imagine the baby book? We shoulda sent a camera with Monica so she could snap pictures of the surprise shower.”

Skinner chuckles at that and closes his eyes. Jesus, they’re both so tired. But what would sleep do for them now? What had it ever done in the past?

“You ever thought of having kids, Walter?” Doggett asks. It’s the type of question you ask after something like this, and Doggett always asks those. It’s polite. But Skinner pauses.

“I thought about it as a kid myself,” he says, after some time. Neither of them look at each other. Doggett never wanted a shower so bad in his life. “Not so much after Nam.”

Well, Doggett understands that. He grunts in recognition. He understands it, doesn’t empathize. It seems like their experiences in war were very different.

“Just couldn’t imagine bringing a kid into this.” The world, this. “Didn’t seem fair. Scully’s got a set on her, I’ll tell you that.”

“The worlds not fair, Walter,” Doggett says. “But the kids turn out alright.”

Doggett had apparently forgotten how this conversation goes. Skinner’s backed into a corner, the conversation at a standstill. It’s not that he takes pleasure in the floundering, but he always wants to know what others are going to say. If it’s ever going to be different, if he will ever have a proper response. One day, this conversation will go right.

“Would you do it again?” Skinner asks. It’s different enough to warrant a mostly real answer, at least.

“No,” Doggett swallows. “God, no.”

flower cloak.

the irl captain america


It starts with a bar of soap.

For God’s sake, Kent thinks to himself in the “personal care” section of the grocery store. Why does Dove think I’m allergic to purple just because I’m a guy?

He picks up the lavender-scented bar soap and inhales. It smells heavenly. Next he tries the sandalwood-scented from the men’s section. It comes in a gray box and costs fifty cents less. It smells good but it reminds him of floor polish.

I’m a grown-ass man, Kent thinks, and buys the lavender soap.

The next time he’s out of body wash, he spends thirty minutes trying to decide on one of the many “manly” smells before caving to “Cocoa Cabana” in the women’s aisle because it smells like Valentines Day in a bottle. 

After that it’s his deodorant body spray, trading in “Bold” (whatever the fuck boldness smells like) for “Fresh Cotton.” 

The first time Jeff catches a whiff of it on him, he asks, “New fabric softener? It smells awesome.”

“Nah, switched deodorants.”

“Huh.” Jeff nods in approval. “Well, you smell like fresh blankets out of the dryer. I have a physical urge to hug you.”

Kent laughs. Jeff hugs him and he laughs more. It’s nice.

After five months, nearly every toiletry Kent owns has been switched over from an endless variety of blacks, grays, and occasional dark greens and blues to white, purple, soft brown, yellow, and pink. Showers have transformed from a perfunctory necessity to something luxurious. Women’s products are so indulgent. They make Kent feel and smell like he’s been at a spa. He does have to learn to juggle the fragrances appropriately or risk smelling like a perfume store vomited on him. But it’s worth it, for how good he feels after. He feels pampered. His skin is softer, his hair shines, and even his pits and crotch look and feel cleaner. He doesn’t know if it’s the products or because he really cares about the maintenance, now, since he’s got all these specialty items to try. It doesn’t matter. He feels great.

Kent now has honest-to-God bubble baths and detox-salt-soaks. He’s got body butters and face masks and a lip balm in almost every flavor. The ladies at the Lush at the mall know him by name.

Kent’s still single. He’s got his cat for company, though, and the guys, who drop by or come over for movie and game nights and get drunk and eat all his food and pretend to chirp him for the specialty lemongrass-scented hand soap in his bathroom. Sometimes, on roadies, Swoops will plop down next to him on a bus or a plane and say loudly, “Damn, who’s got chocolate and isn’t sharing? Oh, it’s just Parser. Fuck you for getting my hopes up,” and then he’ll noogie Kent or grab his fingers and gnaw on them.

(The coaches have had to break them up before and it’s very unbecoming of two adult men.)

More than once, one of the guys has fallen asleep next to Kent and ended up face-first in Kent’s shoulder. They’ll wake up blearily, rubbing their eyes and saying, “Whoops, sorry man, didn’t mean to drool on you.” Kent was confused at first but he’s realizing that it’s because they gravitate towards the scent of him in their sleep. He smells like comforting things: honey and chocolate and cotton and Shea. He smells like warmth and safety. It’s why he likes all the things he buys, so it makes sense the guys would like that, too.

Nobody rags on him for it. They chirp him, but that’s different. Chirping, light-hearted and giggly, means acceptance. Soon his teammates start coming up to him in the locker room or nudging him on a bus and saying, “Parser, can I borrow some of your stuff?” and leaving with key-lime lips or cocoa-butter hands.

But it’s when he catches Sunny—big, burly, greatly-bearded d-man Sunny—pulling a bright orange tube of passion fruit lip balm out of his bag and slicking it on in front of everyone that he knows for sure that it’s okay.



Tales from the Borderlands playing cards

It’s funny cuz I’m pretty much 60% out of the fandom. Damn. BUT I’M SO PROUD OF THEM and I might sell them in the future if many people would want them. Keep in mind they might get expensive.. cuz printing and shipping is horribly pricey.


As I was sweeping the bathroom, singing ‘Patient is the Night’ to myself, I became aware of someone standing awkwardly close behind me. I turned around only to find a tween boy staring up at me.

I shrieked.

He shrieked.

He dove in for a hug, and I held my dirty gloves out of the way.

My favorite camper from 2015 is back with his school group. He was eleven the last time I saw him, now he’s almost thirteen! He was delighted that I remembered his name, favorite song, and the book he was reading the week he was in my cabin. How could I forget? His favorite song in the world was “The Bloodmobile” by TMBG. You remember a nerd like that.


Well, just like I promised 100 years ago, here is Yoosung and MC’s honeymoon in the happiest place on earth~! DISNEYLAND! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° In which Yoosung spent the whole day letting the whole park know you are his wife~ ♡ Once again based on @zens-ponytail ’s amazing head canons.


happy wednesday my dudes <3

(mila says something like “i want to take you to bed but don’t worry you wont’s sleep”, and georgi says “anya” :’) )