not a throwback

Someone: *concerned* what’s up?

Me: nothing…

Someone: Mama 2016 on replay  isn’t it?

Me: 

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“WHAT?!?” “…OH!”

Throwback Thursday

Happy Throwback Thursday, Philes!  This week we bring you a beautiful and realistic tale that gives us an AU that centers around Mulder, Scully, and their son William.  A story about three people learning to become a family.  

We think it’s safe to say that if you ask most Philes which story arc was the most bothersome, the answer would be William.  Most would agree that the way the William arc was handled was unjust, unfair, and just plain lazy writing. Today’s fic recommendation basically pretends that the last half of Season Nine did not happen (hallelujah, amirite?), and is set years into the future. John Doggett and Monica Reyes still have the X-Files, Scully is now a full-time mommy, part-time pathologist, and Mulder is about to return.  While MSR is definitely the backbone of this story, this author brings a different relationship to the forefront: Mulder and William’s. 


Title:  Song of Innocence

Author:  Christy

Rating:  PG-13

Length:  162K / word count: 80,000+

Synopsis:    It’s been seven years; can three strangers become a family?

Spoilers:  Through Season 9

Possible Triggers:  None

Magic the Gathering, a humble shitposting copypasta

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little netdecker? I’ll have you know I am a Pro Tour Hall of Famer, and I’ve been involved in numerous Top 8’s, and I have over 300 confirmed 2-0’s. I am trained in Kird Ape warfare and I’m the top combo player in the entire US Team Sealed rankings. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of brewers across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm triggers, maggot. The Grapeshot that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can combo you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my draft deck. Not only am I extensively trained in Frontier, but I have access to the entire arsenal of Wizards of the Coast and I will use it to its full extent to turn one storm your miserable ass off the face of the GP, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit islands all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.