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Hillary Clinton at the Gloria Awards: “Nothing elitist about fighting for women’s rights”

  • Hillary Clinton is back from her long walk in the woods and has recommitted to fighting for women’s rights.
  • The former Democratic presidential candidate spoke at the Ms. Foundation’s Gloria Awards, a celebration of women activists named for feminist icon and Ms. co-founder Gloria Steinem. 
  • On the eve of a House vote on a health care bill, Clinton emphasized the urgency of guarding access to medical care; of demanding gender equality now, for everyone, everywhere, across the country and around the world. Read more (5/4/17)

farahsulastree  asked:

hello there! im sorry if this is not the way to request something but can i have a story that y/n pass out or fainted because she works too much (it could be angst or fluff or angst and fluff) so yeah. AND I LOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE YOUR WRITINGS. THEY ARE SOOOO GOOD 💕💕

Warning: this shit is hella long, the longest I’ve written yet so proceed at your own risk babies.

Farah, thanks hun, sorry I’m late!  since you haven’t mentioned a member I’m choosing Jeon Jungkook at my own discretion.  Y’all can let me know if you want one for another member! Also, I tried going for something other than the classic ‘reader faints, boyfriend worries’. Hope y’all like it.

***Please remember I don’t know jackshit about the functioning of corporate world, I’m a psychological counsellor-miles away from the field of techs, mnc’s and conglomerates so if y’all find something out of place please bear with me. XD

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!


enJOYYYY


Working overtime was definitely not your thing, however, the environment at your workplace was comically peculiar for you to not give all your attention, strength and intellect during and beyond office hours.

You were the youngest of the 3 advisors to the recently appointed CEO of the tech giant KRONOS, Jeon Jungkook, who also happened to be the youngest CEO to have been appointed in the history of the company, at the age of 25. He had signed in only a week ago but had managed to change the entire working dynamics of the place. Despite being younger than most of the employees working in the company (including yourself, if only by few months), he was confident and for the lack of a better word, scary. He wanted all the work exactly on time, not an hour late. Tardiness was to be dealt with strictly. Work ethics were to be followed, on paper and in principle.

You supposed that a CEO, especially someone of his age, may have to build a tough exterior to gain the employees’ respect so you were never too judgmental of his conduct. You found it quite appealing, in fact. You could even say that you had a little crush on him.

Yes, you found it appealing- that is, until you became a direct target of his bullying.



Being one of the three advisors to the CEO, you also held a position of power- and with power came immense responsibility. All the completed files had to be sorted out, reviewed, edited and classified before reaching the CEO and that was your and your partners’ work. Your partners- Kim Namjoon and Jung Hoseok- were far more experienced in this field of work. Two years ago, when you had joined the company as Jungkook’s father -Mr Jeon’s- personal assistant, the two had already been working as his advisors. You, on the other hand, had a very specific set of skills but also knowledge regarding business in general. Mr. Jeon decided that you would become a part of the little group of advisors when you offered him an idea for one of his business deals- and it worked. Within six months of working as his P.A., you were transferred to the advisors’ committee and since then you had been working with the two. 

The work had been mutually divided amongst the three of you, with you working on editing and classifying the files and documents. That however was not your only job as the Advisors committee. The HR department of the company also reported to you, therefore for any misconduct of behaviour in the office, the final word of consequences came from the three of you.
No one in the office would argue that the three advisors were perfect at their job, true role models. 

So when an angry CEO summoned the three of you, it all but left you confused.

You entered your boss’ luxurious office to the sight of your friend and junior, Park Sarah, standing in front of Jungkook’s desk with one hand on her baby bump and the other clenching and unclenching at her sides, out of nervousness. Jungkook sat on his seat behind the desk, legs crosses and hands joined, staring at Sarah like a hawk.

“Can I help you, sir?” You asked him as you reached his desk and bowed politely, Hoseok and Namjoon mirroring your actions.

“Yes, please. The three of you are supposed to be my advisors, are you not?” He held his hand up to silence Hoseok just as he was about to answer. “Don’t answer that, it was rhetorical. As I was saying,” He cleared his throat slightly as he got up from his chair and brought both his hands on the table suddenly, with force, “why was the Kim’s file sent to me incomplete, when I have not one, but three advisors who are supposed to review the files before sending them to me?” He finished as you looked at your partners; mouth slightly agape at the shocking information. They looked just as confused.

“I am positive that this is a misunderstanding, sir. It is not possible for even one file to be passed on to you until we review it.” You stated in a matter-of-fact tone, unintentionally further aggravating the CEO. He exhaled loudly, closing his eyes as if controlling himself from lashing out at you.

“Ms. ____, don’t your co-advisors stand here with more experience in the field? I’d rather have them explain the situation to me than a novice.”

“I believe it’s because of your unfamiliarity with the working pattern of the Advisors Committee but we work as a unit. There is no reason for us to answer individually when we manage the work together.”  Pin-drop silence followed as everyone looked around nervously, except you and your boss, who were engaged in battle of stares with neither of you backing down.

“Oh, please! It was my fault, sir!” Sarah suddenly cried out. “It was an important file and I took it upon myself to finish it but it proved to be too much for m-”

“So you came here to boast about your incompetency? I can’t believe this.” Jungkook scoffed at her with an incredulous expression.

Sarah looked down at her feet, almost on the verge of tears while the three of you couldn’t help but feel bad for the lady. She clearly had good intentions.

“Okay, I’d like you to hand in your resignation by the end of today, Mrs. Park.” Jungkook deadpanned as he moved around his table to sit back on his throne and cross his legs. Your head shot up, looking at your CEO with wide eyes. Surely, he wouldn’t fire her for this?

“S-Sir?” Sarah stammered as her hands fell from her big stomach to her sides. “Y-You are firing me?” She looked at him with widened eyes, now flooding with tears.

“Of course not. You, a responsible employee of my company, realizing the gravity of your actions in not completing a very important file and thus, rendering loss to the company, handed me your resignation out of guilt.” Jungkook said in a monotonous voice, not even sparing the pregnant lady a glance. Sarah was full out bawling now and you couldn’t blame her at all. You were standing there with your mouth agape, not believing what was happening in front of your eyes.

“That’s it. You all can resume work now and Mrs. Park can proceed to clear out her desk and write the letter.”


“That’s enough.” Your voice cut through the thick air like a knife.


Jungkook looked up at you, frowning. “Excuse me?”


“I said that’s enough. You can’t fire her.” You regained your composure as you straightened your back. You knew you would have to deal with tact and not the anger that was ready pour out of you in the nastiest form of words known to mankind.

“I can do whatever the fuck I want, Ms. ___. I’d suggest you get out of here before a similar fate befalls you.” Jungkook growled at you, allowing you to get a glimpse of his wrath, but you were not one to back down. Especially, if what you were fighting for was someone’s job.

You stepped forward with grace, feeling Namjoon and Hoseok on either side of you indicating that they were going to stand by you no matter what. You put both your hands on his desk and bent down.

“I’m afraid you don’t know, Mr. Jeon Jungkook but you do not have the authority to fire any employee without our consent and I am positive that I speak for all three of us when I say this,” You straightened up again and gave him the sweetest smile you could manage,

 “There is no way in hell that we will approve this.”


Jungkook was ready to cut you to pieces then and there.

This b*tch thinks she can overpower me? Fuck! She is treating me like this because I’m younger than her. She is underestimating me. He innately smirked as the perfect idea formed his head. She deserves this.

“Alright then. I’m aware that you hold some amount of power in those terms but surely, you’re aware that if I forward my qualms to the board of directors, Mrs. Park here WILL be fired and not even given the opportunity to resign with honour.” Jungkook eagerly waited for your response as he watched you narrowing your eyes ever so slightly- definitely a sign that you were affected by his words.

“Yes. However, if it does reach that stage you can expect my resignation as well.”

Now, Jungkook was really surprised. There was not an ounce of arrogance in your words, hidden or otherwise. You genuinely cared whether this employee stayed or not. He wondered why you were so adamant on protecting the lady. She was clearly in the wrong.

“Well, then I have a proposition to avoid the chaos. The client I’m dealing with, whose file Mrs. Park here effectively ruined,” He paused as he shot her a glare, “as you know, they are the ones majorly benefiting from the deal but from the perspective of a long term investment, this was a great investment for us as well. They are supposed to come here tomorrow morning. So if you can complete the file before I’m in the office tomorrow, without any mistakes might I add…I will not take any action against her.”

Jungkook sat back in his chair, openly smirking at you and your companions’ shocked expressions. He knew you could never complete that file by tomorrow even with three people and he was also aware that Namjoon’s and Hoseok’s company tour for official purposes was scheduled tomorrow and they would only return in the later in the evening. There is no way that they could stay the night here, helping you out. It was five in the evening already and you had a deadline of 10 the next morning. Jungkook sipped on his green tea as thoughts of victory ran through his head. You would not be able to complete it. Now you would have to swallow your pride and apologise to him for your misbehaviour. He had won.

“Okay. Thank you for considering Sarah’s position, sir. You will have the file before your arrival in the office tomorrow morning.”


Jungkook almost choked on his tea as he refocused on your elegant frame, bent at 90 degree exactly as a gesture of sincere gratitude. He looked around and noticed that he was not the only one shocked at your acceptance of his proposal. Sarah was looking at you with hopeful shock while Namjoon and Hoseok looked at you with pure horror painted on their faces. 


Is she fucking mental?

He realized that you weren’t going to move an inch until he addressed you so he cleared his throat, “O-Okay, you may leave.” He cursed inwardly as he stuttered.

You straightened up and without a glance in his direction you turned around walked out his office.


“____! What the fuck has gotten into you?!” Namjoon screamed as you entered your huge lounge like office, made to accomodate three people.

“I can’t believe you just went head on with that stuck up brat.” Hoseok marvelled at you.

“Hoseok.” Namjoon warned his friend as you chuckled, shutting the blinds on the glass pane.

“___, there is no way you can complete that file alone. Why did you do that?” Namjoon asked you, his voice strained with stress. Hoseok nodded in agreement with Namjoon.

“I can’t let him fire an employee like that. She has been working here longer than I have, for Christ’s sake! She did not have malice in her intentions and tried her best to do a good job. It would be unfair and I can’t let that happen on my count.” You shrugged.

Truth be said, you were dreading the night. You knew, without a doubt, that you would complete the file but the amount of hardwork, concentration and energy it would require would be immense. “There’s nothing to do, boys. I know you’re worried for me but please, don’t be. I’m a big girl and I can handle this.”
The boys could do nothing but nod their heads.

“We still have an hour before we head back to pack, let’s start now. We’ll help you out as much as we can.” Hoseok said as he pulled up his sleeves and lead your little group to the working corner of your office. You sighed as you pulled up your own sleeves and opened the file.

Let’s do this.



Jungkook could not deny his rapid heartbeat as he entered his office building the next day, at ten in the morning. He had admittedly delayed his departure from his house, he did not know why. As he entered his private elevator, the realization that you would not have been able to complete the file affirmed itself in his mind making him more uncomfortable than ever.
The elevator doors opened as he regained his composure and stepped out, ever so slightly glancing at your quarters. The lights were off. You must have gone back home. Feeling disappointed for unknown reasons, he entered his own quarters and he took his place on the chair. Within a second, his landline starting ringing.

“Yes?”

“Sir, your clients are here as scheduled, shall I send them up?”

Jungkook let out a frustrated sigh. “Yes…please do that.”


Jungkook could only practice his rejection for 5 minutes before he heard an obnoxious knock on his door. He muttered a ‘come in’ and watched as a semi bald man in his 40s and his young secretary entered his office as if they owned the damn place.

“Good morning, Mr. Kim. How are you on this wonderful day?” Jungkook greeted the older man as he shook his hand rather forcefully, but with a dashing smile on his handsome face, nonetheless.

“As wonderful as the day, Mr. Jungkook.” He laughed at his own joke making Jungkook inwardly cringe. “Please, sit down.”

Jungkook rolled his eyes as he turned around and made his way to his seat. How typical of the goon to act like the boss in someone else’s territory.

“Allow me to get directly to the point.” Kim smiled arrogantly, “I understand we’re closing the deal today. I’m sure you have read and reviewed the documents I sent to you. Why don’t we discuss the nature of our future ventures together?”

Jungkook almost snorted at the man’s over-confidence. Nonetheless, he did feel uncomfortable in telling him the embarrassing reason behind the cancellation of the deal. He would simply have to tell him the deal did not fall in sync with the prospects for his company and that it was too risky an investment. 

He sighed. “I’m afraid I have some bad news, Mr. Kim.” He watched as Kim’s complexion turned pale as he considered what the bad news might be. It was like reverse metamorphosis; his wretched wings, which had arrogantly spread around him, were now shrinking.  Jungkook would laugh if he didn’t feel bad about the strategic loss his company would have to endure.

Jungkook opened his mouth to deliver the bad news but was interrupted by the loud ringing of his desk phone. He apologized to Kim and picked up the receiver. “Yes?”

“I’m sorry to interrupt you, sir but ___ ma’am asked me to inform you that the KIMs file has been completed and kept in the first drawer of your desk. She will be in your office within 5 minutes. Thank you.” His receptionist hung up.

Jungkook calmly kept the receiver down, giving Kim his best smile. Internally though, he was losing his mind. He apologized to Kim once again as he moved his seat away from his desk to open the drawer. There it was. And what was that on the file? A post-it note?

He took the note out, reading the content.

“The file has been completed and reviewed. Keep in mind that clause no. 48, 57, 93 and 101 are hollow clauses, only been put in the deal to benefit the client and may possibly render monetary and reputational loss to our company. Negotiate to cancel these out and then proceed to sign the deal. Good luck, sir.”

If Jungkook had felt uncomfortable previously, now he felt absolutely terrible.




You were dizzy. The moment you hit the road that led to your building, you knew that you were going to fall sick. Even when you were young, not sleeping had always proved to be extremely problematic for you, especially. You were not a person who dealt with lack of sleep kindly. However, today was slightly different. Maybe it was because you had worked AND not slept, but you felt more disoriented than usual. It’s like you were having an out of body experience. You scolded yourself as you parked your sedan in the allotted space of the company building. That deal was important. After that deal, you would allow yourself to rest anywhere you wanted but before that…you would have to endure.

You got out of your car and suddenly a strong wave of dizziness had you clutching your car for support. You closed your eyes, trying to steady out your breathing. You couldn’t afford to miss out on the signing of the deal. You inhaled deeply one last time and stepped out of your car and made your way to the elevator. 

Reaching Jungkook’s office, you lightly knocked before entering and immediately noticed the tense atmosphere between your boss and the client, who were engaged in a battle of words, not even sparing you a glance.

You interrupted by clearing your throat and bowed politely towards the clients and your boss. “I’m sorry for interrupting your meeting. I believe I’m late, allow me to apologize for that.”

The three men in the room turned their heads to look at you. Kim raised an eyebrow, as he looked you up and down, making you cringe inwardly “And who might you be, miss?”

“I am-“

“She is my advisor.” Jungkook interrupted you before you could complete your sentence. “Please, Ms ___, take a seat, we were just discussing the clauses in the contract proposed by Mr. Kim. I’m sure you would want to give your opinion on the matter.”

Slightly shocked, you forgot the building pressure at the back of your head and made your way towards your seat, but not before noticing the silent look Jungkook passed to you. He clearly wanted you to help him negotiate. You understood immediately and straightened up.

“Well then,” Kim said as he observed the unsaid but obvious alliances in the room, 

“Shall we begin?”




Jungkook was in awe as Mr. Kim departed the office with a grumpy face after 3 hours of a tense and heated session, but not before passing you a dirty look. It was quite understandable why; after all, you had single-handedly and successfully negotiated with Kim, literally taking out all the potential risks to the company, much to Kim’s disappointment.

He observed your side profile as you stood beside him and felt his heart skip a beat. He could not lie to himself; you had occupied his mind since that little fiasco in his office the other day. He thought about how petty and immature his reaction was when all you clearly wanted was good for the company. He had over-reacted and he did feel bad about what he had done but apologizing to you? That was another deal altogether. He had trouble saying sorry, he knew that. He would prefer to naturally normalise things over the period of next few months.

He tore his eyes off you and made his way to his desk. He could not apologize to you but he could definitely reward you and give you the rest of the day off. You would, no doubt be exhausted. How you were even standing straight was beyond him.

He turned around leaning with his back on the front of his desk but before he could say something to you, you turned around, bowed your head and took your leave. Jungkook felt a pang in his chest as he felt the hostility that radiated from you as you shut the door to his office, not glancing at him even once.
As he watched you move towards your quarters through glass pane in his office, however, he felt the pang in his chest grow into something else. 

You were no longer walking straight but very clearly stumbling around. His eyes narrowed as he watched you gripping the corner of a table for support but your body weight proved to be too much in your weak condition and your arms gave away, making you fall to the ground in a slump. You did not move.

Jungkook’s eyes widened with horror as he watched the scene unfold in front of him.

You had just fainted.

The realization of that fact was enough to snap him out of his trance. He dashed for his door and ran to you, faster than a bullet. He bent down as he reached you, taking his coat off and throwing it out of his sight blindly, and cradled your head on his lap, calling your name again and again.

“Ms___?! Can you hear me? ___! Fuck!”

Hearing all the commotion, the office workers hurried inside only to find you unconscious in your CEO’s lap. So naturally, they started whispering amongst themselves.

“WILL NO ONE CALL A FUCKING AMBULANCE?!” Jungkook bellowed as took his eyes off you for a second to glare at the onlookers. Shocked with the frequency of his voice, no one moved.

“Okay. Fine.” Jungkook growled as he moved you to put one arm under your neck and the other under your knees, picking you up bridal style and hurrying towards the elevator, all the while cursing himself under his breath. He had caused this. Of course, you would be exhausted! That file was huge, and Jungkook knew even he couldn’t complete it in the sorry excuse of a time frame he had given you. How could he have been so petty? 


He had caused this and he couldn’t hate himself more at that moment even if he tried.


You woke up to the smell of lavender. In fact, your entire…room was engulfed in the soothing fragrance of lavender. You looked to your left only to find a diffuser, burning with a light flame on its bottom.

Ah, that’s where the lavender is coming from.

You removed your attention from the diffuser to glance around your room and almost choked on air as you registered two facts.

One- the room was huge as fuck. It was a room in the hospital, no doubt, but it looked no less than a room one would find in a luxurious penthouse. Exquisite paintings covered the walls of the room, a 70-inch TV polished to shine rested on the wall in front of you. There were flowers, huge windows overlooking the city, a fridge and also, the second fact that caused you to almost choke.

Your boss.

You boss, with his hair disheveled and the first two buttons of his white shirt open, was sleeping on the sofa, no more than 2 meters away from your bed.
While the fact that you were in a hospital did not shock you at all, your boss’ candid appearance did. You let out a surprised squeal causing him to wake with a start. He looked around, disoriented, until his eyes landed on you and visibly widened. He got up immediately and came to you, sitting on the chair beside you bed.

“Are you okay? Are you in pain? Should I call the doctor?” He asked as his eyes searched your frame for any signs of discomfort.

“Uh…no, that won’t be necessary. I’m quite alright, I was just a little shocked to see you sleeping on the sofa…sir.”

Jungkook groaned as he brought his hands to his face. “Please…don’t call me that right now.” He removed his hand and looked at you, his face ridden with guilt, before he got up from his seat and took two steps back. He then bent down on his knees and bowed until his head touch the ground. “I am so very sorry ___. I was such a dick to you that day and I…I am the reason you fainted. I am so sorry. I really am. I thought you were undermining me because I’m younger and acted so immature-“

“Please, get up!” you said out of horror. “There is no need to do this! Please get up.” You ushered him to get up and sit beside you before you handed him the glass of water on your bedside and watched him drink it.

“…Jungkook, I’m hardly a few months elder to you.” You broke the ice.

“What?” Jungkook said out of disbelief. “B-But I thought you were…?”

You smiled slightly. “No, not really. I’m practically the same age as you. Listen, how does that even matter? I’m more than happy that you’re ready to see what you did wrong. That is what matters.” You said with honesty as you watched him listening to you carefully.

“I’m your advisor, it’s literally my job to tell you what you do right and what you do wrong…and I will continue to do that. I understand that you are insecure about your age but hey, that is why we’re here, the advisors committee. You need to manage your temper. Let us in, and trust me we will help you out. That’s all we want to do-“

You words were cut short as Jungkook snaked his hand behind your head, turned you towards him and brought his lips to yours softly. You just sat there in shock as he removed himself from you and sat back in his chair.

“Thank you. For everything.” He said looking at you, straight in the eyes but you hardly registered his words. You were still shocked.

“And sorry about that, uh, kiss. I couldn’t help myself.” You finally found the energy to chuckle as you saw your arrogant boss blushing and looking around the room out of embarrassment. 


“Really? Well…why don’t you take me out for coffee as an apology?” You hinted openly.  

Jungkook looked at you with his eyes’ narrowed. “Are you serious? Will you…agree?” 

You smirked at his expression,  enjoying his nervousness. 


“Hell yes.”





I feel like the dead tbh, my eyes are ready to close not open for the next 2 days if I allow my self that leisure but working means working…haha…☹…

Let me know if you want this plot for some other member.

Much love,

Inferno-loop

In the dark

Silly semi casefile fic written for several reasons. For @leiascully’s XFWritingChallenge: Exercise and also for the anon on @lyndsaybones  blog who asked for a story about Scully being given an undercover assignment as another agent’s wife. 
I’m looking forward to the other stories that might spring from that particular anon!


The phone skittered across the desk, mocking him with its caller ID and perkiness. He’d fallen asleep in the office and his neck was gristled, his mouth filled with dry Bureau air.

           “Mulder, it’s me.”

           Well, yeah. That’s what the phone said.

           “Mulder, are you there?”

           “I’m here, Scully. Or should I say Mrs Sparks?”

           “That’s Ms Sparks. And you sound like you still haven’t gotten over this assignment, Mulder. It’s been two days and you’re a grown man. You need to get over it.”

           It’s been more than six years and he wasn’t over it, grown man or not.

           “What’s the plan today, Scully?” He forced a little grace into his voice.

           “You know I can’t tell you that, Mulder. I’m undercover,” her voice was buried in a rush of static and muffled voices. “I’ve got to go. I’ll call later.”

           And I’ll still be here. I’ll still be thinking about the smug look Skinner had in his eye when he informed them that Scully had been assigned to this case, going undercover as Danny fucking Conway’s wife, to lure out a serial killer who was ramping up in the DC area. And so close to the Arcadia case. What the hell was that man on? And why the hell did Scully agree to this bullshit? Hadn’t she had enough of being targeted by freaks?  She’d given him the usual line about being independent and doing her job blah blah. Their job was the X-Files, but the last time he’d tried to deliver a message along those lines, she’d gone and fucked that psycho in Philly and blamed the lack of a desk.

Soft, green light billowed out of his fish tank. It was supposed to be calming. That’s why he’d chosen tropicals. Their colour, their shapes, their fluid movements, the warmth of their lives…yet, all he wanted to do was rip the fucking thing off the shelf and stab the little beasts with a pencil. The phone had remained unreasonably quiet. It wasn’t even arguing back when he slammed it down on his coffee table. He stretched his arms up and relished the clunk of his joints. Pain. Fatigue. Being in the fucking dark. Yes. Welcome to the life of Fox Mulder.

           The buzzing of his cell woke him. Where had he thrown it? He scrambled around the couch, sticking his fingers between the cushions and down the back. He found nothing but crumbs and a tack that stuck behind his thumbnail. He cursed and sucked at the blood. Metal and dust. And the phone stopped ringing.

He was outside the house now, hunkered down in the driver’s seat, watching how the climbing rose curled and bowed around the door, mocking him with its elegance. He did not belong here. Not just because Scully would kill him, but because people like Mulder didn’t belong in this suburb.

Danny fucking Conway with his blond hair and frat boy good looks belonged here. Dana Scully with her contained beauty and ferocious intelligence belonged here. She really should live somewhere like this. All the things she personified were displayed in this building – success, style, class, refinement. She should never leave. She should be Ms Sparks, co-creator of GymProMatch, a site for high-end professionals wanting to find an exercise partner. However you span it, Mulder believed it was really a dating site for those who got off on watching women in exercise gear with sweaty cleavage and enough money to opt for surgical intervention should the running machine or the date become surplus to requirements.

GymProMatch also offered tailored personal training programs, online functionality so even less desirables, like Mulder, could get fit in the comfort of their glowing-green living room and be linked with other sad cases, diet plans, seminars and conferences with training professionals. The real people behind it had flown to their Caribbean chalet while Scully and Fucking Conway moved in.

           He shifted in the seat, his knees groaned at the confined space. He picked at the skin on the side of his thumb. He let his head fall against the seat rest and tried to keep his eyes open. The door opened. Scully stepped out, her hair caught in a high ponytail and white headphone wires forming a necklace around her bright pink fitted vest. She wore black yoga pants with a pink swirl around the calves, and bright white runners. She limbered up, stretching her quads and dipping her head side to side. She looked fucking gorgeous, backlit by the light above the door. She jogged up the paved path, edged by topiary bushes, and out on to the sidewalk. Mulder watched the back of her disappear into the murky evening before he opened his door to track her.

           He didn’t even get to the end of the car before she’d doubled back and was running at a pace towards him. She looked fucking angry.

He slunk into the car and she slipped in next to him, huffing out more than just energized breaths. There was fire in those exhalations.

           “I’m sorry, Scully. I needed to know you were okay.”

           “You’ve just jeopardized this whole operation, Mulder. And all because you don’t trust me to do my job.”

           “I do trust you, Scully. It’s Conway I don’t trust. He’s an asshole.”

           “That may be true, Mulder, but he’s a professional asshole. Unlike you, who at this moment, just look like a pathetic, jealous, ridiculous asshole.”

           Now they were getting somewhere. He deserved that. It made him feel better. He always appreciated the truth. Scully always told him the truth.

           “You can finish your run, Scully. I don’t mind waiting.”

           “Waiting for what?” Her voice thinned as her anger level rose. She was flushed anyway, but her chest heaved and her arms were tense and those veins near her wrists were pulsing and she kept licking her lips in that way that both irritated him and turned him on. He could practically smell the smoke coming off her, she was red-hot furious.

           It was now or never. He leant forward and captured her face in his hands, pulling her mouth to his. She was spitting out some curse or another but he swallowed it whole and savoured the taste of her. Her arms were trapped between them but he could feel her shifting against him, her fists bunching, ready to pummel him. He groaned into her mouth, pushed his tongue into the velvet of her, rubbed it against her teeth, let his hands move from under her ears, down her neck and to gently massage her shoulders. She was still fighting but she had opened her mouth wider and if he wasn’t mistaken, she was whimpering. He pulled back.

           She ran her tongue over the lower lip, looked down at her lap, then up at him. He steadied himself for the slap or the punch, but she just turned to open the door.

           “Wait, Scully. Please.”

           “I have to go, Mulder.” There was no intonation, no anger, no life in her words.

He reached out to shut the door. His arm brushed her breasts and she sucked in a breath, pushing herself back into the chair.

“Sorry. But I’m not generally in the habit of kissing you, Scully. There is a reason. And right now, that reason is approaching from the end of the street. Our suspect has been prowling around in the yard of the empty property at 190 for about an hour. Conway has called in back up. I’m wired up. You just need to keep kissing me. Come here.”

He snaked his arm around her and kissed her again. She softened into his arms and he reluctantly released her mouth to whisper into her ear.

“Skinner didn’t want you to know about my part in the assignment. He knew you would back out if I was any part of this job. This psycho loves himself a cheating red-head but he really gets off on torturing the boyfriend. Meet the boyfriend, Scully.” He nibbled her neck and she shuddered. She definitely shuddered.

“This is so fucked-up, Mulder,” her voice had dropped a notch and she was breathing heavily. Mulder let his fingers wander up and down her back as he listened for instructions from the team.

“Suspect is nearly at target point. Keep doing that, Scully.”

“Doing what?”

“That thing you’re doing with your…”

“Mulder!”

She pulled back and all hell broke loose. The passenger door pulled open, a hand reached around her and covered her mouth with duct tape. At the same time, the suspect lashed out at Mulder with a baseball bat but he managed to avoid most of the swing, so that it hit the steering wheel and let the horn sound. A dozen agents swamped the car, heaving Scully from the suspect’s grasp and pulling Mulder out. The suspect was grappled to the ground and Conway snapped on the handcuffs.

“Darling. I’m so glad you’re okay,” he smirked up at Scully.

Mulder rushed to her side. “Are you sure you want me to pull the tape off, Conway? I’m not sure you’re ready to hear what Scully has to say to you.”

She huffed out something unintelligible and he gently prised the tape off. Her mouth was red and puffy. He liked to think it wasn’t all because of the tape. She pressed the back of her hand to her mouth and turned away.

“You were good today, Scully.”

“At what? At being kept in the dark? At being manhandled by you and the suspect?”

Skinner swept forward, his hands buried in his overcoat. “Agents. This was a fine result. Good work.” Scully glared at him and then back at Mulder. “I understand you might have some further questions about this case, Agent Scully. Report to me in the morning. I’ll debrief you both.”

The phone skittered across his couch, mocking him with its caller ID and perkiness. The green glow seemed brighter somehow.

           “Mulder, it’s me.”

           Well, yeah. That’s what the phone said.

           “Mulder, are you there?”

           “I’m here, Scully. You sound out of breath. Are you all right?”

           “I’ve been running.”

“I hear exercise is a good for reducing stress and tension.”

“Will your next undercover assignment be as a medical doctor, Mulder? Or perhaps I won’t know until after you’ve performed an emergency tracheotomy or diagnosed someone with diabetes.”

“Touche, Scully. And again, I am sorry. But it wasn’t my decision.”

“Mulder, open your door.”

“You’re outside?”

“Yes, I ran from my car because it’s raining. I’m wet and grumpy so please, open the door.”

She was dripping, red with cold and looked fucking gorgeous. He pulled her in, pushed her to the bathroom and told her to take a shower. When she emerged, she was red less dripping, pink with heat and still looked fucking gorgeous. She took the cup of tea he’d made and sat on his couch.

           “Would it be inappropriate to say that I really enjoyed kissing you, Scully. Even if you were technically married to someone else. And you weren’t technically aware that I was going to do it?”

“Do you always make a habit of kissing married women, Mulder?”

“Only the red-haired, doctor ones.” He tried for a cute smile.

She blushed and sipped her tea.

“That thing you did with your…”

 “Mulder!”

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How well do you think Driver and Ms. Pauling would get along?

As the new head of Mann Co., Ms. Pauling’s not as hands-on as she used to be with the mercs, but in the weeks leading up to Driver’s introduction to the team, the two of them did have several meetings, along with Engie, in cementing the plans for the manufacture of the McMANN. When it was just the two of them, they were polite and professional, but Engie’s presence allowed them to relax and be more cordial.

Ms. Pauling’s putting on her best show of being a worthy successor to Saxton Hale, and she’s reluctant to let any of her doubts show during her first big hire and new anti-terrorism initiative. She can’t afford to appear weak. Driver’s never sure what to think about Ms. Pauling. She’s never been anything but nice to them, but there’s that subtle ripple of ruthlessness woven into her personality that Driver gets an occasional glimpse of, like their new boss would have no problem shooting them in the back of the head and burying them in a shallow unmarked grave should it become necessary. So they tread lightly.

Making a Murderer nephew Brendan Dassey freed by judge

A US judge has ordered the immediate prison release of Brendan Dassey, whose case featured in Netflix’s Making a Murderer documentary.

The Wisconsin man’s murder conviction was overturned this summer, however, prosecutors are appealing.

The 27-year-old, who has learning difficulties, and his uncle Steven Avery were convicted of murdering a young woman, Teresa Halbach, in 2005.

Avery and Dassey, who was 16 at the time, were sentenced to life in prison.

Judge William Duffin ordered that Dassey be freed from prison under supervision until the next steps in the case become clear, reports the Milwaukee Journal Sentinel.

Under his release conditions, he must submit to the probation and parole office by midday on Tuesday the address where he plans to reside.

Dassey also must not have any contact with Ms Halbach’s family, or co-defendant Avery, whose legal team hopes DNA evidence will clear him.

Dassey’s lawyer, Steve Drizin, told the Associated Press he hoped he would be free in time to spend Thanksgiving with his family on 24 November.

“That’s what I’m focused on right now, getting him home, getting him with his family and then helping him to re-integrate back into society while his appeal plays out,” Mr Drizin said.

Kamala Khan, super hero.

MS. MARVEL Vol. 1: NO NORMAL

Marvel Comics presents the all-new Ms. Marvel, the groundbreaking heroine that has become an international sensation! Kamala Khan is an ordinary girl from Jersey City - until she is suddenly empowered with extraordinary gifts. But who truly is the all-new Ms. Marvel? Teenager? Muslim? Inhuman? Find out as she takes the Marvel Universe by storm! As Kamala discovers the dangers of her newfound powers, she unlocks a secret behind them as well. Is Kamala ready to wield these immense new gifts? Or will the weight of the legacy before her be too much to handle? Kamala has no idea either. But she’s comin’ for you, New York! Collects Ms. Marvel (2014) #1-5, All-New Marvel Now! Point One (Ms. Marvel story).

MS. MARVEL Vol. 2: GENERATION WHY

Who is the Inventor, and what does he want with the all-new Ms. Marvel and all her friends? Maybe Wolverine can help! If Kamala can stop fan-girling out about meeting her favorite super hero, that is. Then, Kamala crosses paths with Inhumanity – by meeting the royal dog, Lockjaw! But why is Lockjaw really with Kamala? As Ms. Marvel discovers more about her past, the Inventor continues to threaten her future. Kamala bands together with some unlikely heroes to stop the maniacal villain before he does real damage, but has she taken on more than she can handle? And how much longer can Ms. Marvel’s life take over Kamala Khan’s? The fan-favorite, critically acclaimed, amazing new series continues as Kamala Khan proves why she’s the best (and most adorable) new super hero there is! Collects Ms. Marvel (2014) #6-11.

MS. MARVEL Vol. 3: CRUSHED

Who is the Inventor, and what does he want with the all-new Ms. Marvel and all her friends? Maybe Wolverine can help! If Kamala can stop fan-girling out about meeting her favorite super hero, that is. Then, Kamala crosses paths with Inhumanity – by meeting the royal dog, Lockjaw! But why is Lockjaw really with Kamala? As Ms. Marvel discovers more about her past, the Inventor continues to threaten her future. Kamala bands together with some unlikely heroes to stop the maniacal villain before he does real damage, but has she taken on more than she can handle? And how much longer can Ms. Marvel’s life take over Kamala Khan’s? The fan-favorite, critically acclaimed, amazing new series continues as Kamala Khan proves why she’s the best (and most adorable) new super hero there is! Collects Ms. Marvel (2014) #6-11.

MS. MARVEL Vol. 4: LAST DAYS

From the moment Kamala put on her costume, she’s been challenged. But nothing has prepared her for this: the last days of the Marvel Universe. It’s a very special guest appearance that fans have been clamoring for: Carol “Captain Marvel” Danvers and Kamala “Ms. Marvel” Khan face the end of the world side-by-side! Between teaming up with her personal hero to rescue her brother and trying to keep her city from falling into an all-out frenzy, Kamala has barely had time to come to terms with the fact that the world is literally collapsing around her. But the truth will catch up to her, and soon. When the world is about to end, do you still keep fighting? Kamala knows the answer. Let’s do this, Jersey City. Collects Ms. Marvel #16-19, Amazing Spider-Man #7-8 (A stories).

MS. MARVEL Vol. 5: SUPER FAMOUS

She’s your new favorite. She’s everyone’s new favorite. And now she’s joining the big leagues. Look out world, Kamala Khan is an Avenger! But is she really cut out to be one of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes? Saving the world is important, but Jersey City still needs its protector — and a development company that co-opted Ms. Marvel’s face for its project has more in mind for gentrification than just real estate! Can Kamala take down the evil suits destroying her home without ruining her grades and personal life? Speaking of which, who exactly is that with Bruno? And when Kamala creates an army of automatons to help her fight crime, will she learn that too much Ms. Marvel is actually a bad thing? Get back on board, Kamala Korps, the ride is about to get wild! Collects Ms. Marvel (2015) #1-6.

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In an interview with the RFA members...
  • Host: Welcome back to the show! We're still here with the members of RFA with my special co-host. Ms. MC!
  • *claps ensued*
  • Host: Ms. MC, can you ask the next question?
  • MC: Okay! So, what are your favorite ice cream flavor and why?
  • yoosung: bubblegum or strawberry! They have this really sweet taste that's really unique to them. People don't usually like these kinds of flavor, but
  • jaehee: coffee or mocha.
  • zen: god knows how much coffee she needs in her life.
  • mc: shush zen.
  • jaehee: no. he's right. thank you zen.
  • mc: okaaay... uh, jumin?
  • jumin: rocky road (hA BETCHA THOUGHT HE'D GO VANILLA DONCHU fAM)
  • zen: well that's something you don't see everyday. I on the otherhand--
  • mc: uh, zen, let jumin speak.
  • jumin: Thank you, MC. It was a flavor I indulged in when I was a child. The ingredients were very well balanced... and my mother loved it.
  • mc: aww that's so sweet. You both liked the same flavor.
  • jumin: Yes, it was quite our bonding moment, as you would say.
  • zen: Well, for me I love vanilla (zOMG JUMIN FLAV-- *ahem*). I've always been a fan of this classic flavor and nothing ever beats the classic.
  • mc: lol true! what about y--
  • seven: you (wait what o0O)
  • mc:
  • jumin:
  • jaehee:
  • yoosung:
  • host:
  • audience:
  • entire world:
  • zen: nOW HOLD IT RIGHT THERE. JUMIN, GET ME A LICENSE FOR A GUN.
  • jumin: on it.
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“I mean, no doubt my father’s untimely murder when it happened was very tragic. Very, very tragic. I remember it like it was yesterday. I actually might shed a tear here, you may have to give me a second since it was indeed that tragic. Did I mention how tragic his death was? Because it really was. 

But, you know…these sort of things happen every day! Why dwell on this past when there’s a whole future ahead of me? This future has my name on it - which is a successful business goal I’ve managed to build, all by myself - and there’s no way you can move forward if you keep looking behind you.”

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A few minutes before the premiere of “The Break of Noon"… the actress Téa Leoni scooted up to Gillian Anderson. The star of the play is David Duchovny, Ms. Leoni’s husband and Ms. Anderson’s former co-star on “The X-Files.”

“You are so beautiful,” Ms. Leoni was overheard saying. “Every time I see you, you get younger. You’re aging backwards.”

Ms. Anderson smiled shyly and asked Ms. Leoni if she was nervous about her husband’s debut. “Oh, no, I’ve seen it already,” Ms. Leoni replied.

The New York Times, Nov 24, 2010 (x)

Marisa Tomei to Play Gloria Steinem in ‘Ms.’ HBO Miniseries

Steinem will serve as a consultant on the project, which George Clooney and Grant Heslov are involved with

“Oscar winner Marisa Tomei is set to play social and political activist Gloria Steinem in “Ms.,” a miniseries co-starring Kathy Najimy that is currently in development at HBO.

Steinem will serve as a consultant on the project, which Bruce Cohen (“Silver Linings Playbook”) is executive producing with George Clooney and Grant Heslov, as well as Tomei and Najimy.

The miniseries will examine the creation of Ms. magazine in 1971 through the eyes of both the women who founded and ran it, and those whose lives it changed during the world-altering early days of the Women’s Movement.

Tomei will play Steinem, the journalist and activist often recognized as a leader of and spokeswoman for the feminist movement in the late 1960s and 1970s. She was one of the founders of Ms. magazine and later co-founded the Women’s Media Center with Jane Fonda and Robin Morgan. Today, Steinem travels around the world giving lectures about equality.”

Read the full piece here

OH HELL YEAH! EXCITEMENT LEVEL: HIGH

listen up mcu, if you want a teenage superhero in school dont make it peter parker. we had him in high school two times we dont need it for a third time. that being said please look at these superheroes who deserve a movie and are still in school: kamala khan ms marvel, sam alexander as nova, miles morales as spider man and robbie reyes as ghost rider. + all of them are poc