okay i'm done with that now

Medusa

“Are you okay?”
“I can only hope, Agent Scully.”

She never thought she would see the day when Agent Doggett would remind her of Mulder.

(And not just because he wound up in the hospital at the end of this case.)

Something’s changed, though. There was an openness to his approach this time around that surprised her. Nothing particularly extreme – it’s not as though he ran into the tunnel believing he would find poltergeists or mothmen, as Mulder might have done – but when confronted with something completely bizarre and outside the bounds of conventional wisdom, he didn’t shut down. He took it in stride, ultimately improvising a solution that unquestionably saved lives.

It was a very “Mulder” thing to do.

And then of course there was the part where she almost lost him. That was also, unfortunately, decidedly Mulder-like.

In the end, though, he made it out okay. Thank God. When the image from his video feed started moving again, the relief she felt turned her knees to water. Though somewhat less intensely than earlier, guilt still gnaws at her over sending him alone, over staying behind because she couldn’t risk her pregnancy with some possible contagion. (The pregnancy she still hasn’t disclosed to him.)

She convinced herself before, when she was pursuing the IVF treatment, that getting pregnant wouldn’t affect her ability to work. She reasoned that surely, if she’d managed to work more or less uninterrupted while fighting cancer, it wouldn’t be a problem. She wonders now how naive that was. Her hand drifts to her belly, to the roundness that’s just started to become visible there, and she sighs. She’s going to have no choice but to tell him soon.

She told Skinner out of necessity, not just because of work but also because she was still having so much trouble believing it, and saying it out loud made it real. Her mother… well of course she had to tell her mother. And the Gunmen figured it out when Byers saw the ultrasound machine at the hospital. Beyond that, though, she hasn’t told a soul. Not that she has a lot of friends she could share this sort of news with, these days.

Agent Doggett may not be someone she socializes with outside of work, but he is her partner. Telling him would be a logical thing to do, and there is nothing logical about the primary reason she still hasn’t. True, it is technically none of his business, but there’s more to it than that.

It’s just that somehow, deep down, no matter how unrealistic a hope it’s turned out to be, she wanted to be able to tell Mulder first. She hoped… well, she hoped a lot of things. None of which seem likely to come to pass anytime soon.

She’s going to have to tell him. Not today, not after everything that’s just happened. But before too much longer. In the meantime, she just has to figure out how to convince herself that telling Agent Doggett doesn’t mean she’s given up on Mulder.

theeternallyfangirlingauthor  asked:

So what's there on your to-do list as of now?

Okay, so! Now that it’s the weekend, and I have some free time, I’m hoping to bang out some Quality Content and fill out the queue a little.

  • I’ve gotten a few more inner world requests, so those are on there
  • get some work done on the second half of the one angst scenario (AKA Shinji needs some happy time)
  • an Izuru scenario I started A G E S ago and never finished
  • Some Gin headcanons? A scenario? I’ve got a number of things for him but idk which I’ll end up doing.
  • some work on a completely heartbreaking scenario that even I think is cruel (AKA I can never give Shinji happy time because I’m a heinous bitch)
  • more Aizen sex meta because ??? even I don’t know
  • a few headcanon posts that I’ve mostly finished, but need to add a few more on
  • finally finish that thigh post like come on that’s been sitting in my drafts since the dawn of time 

I probably won’t get all of it done, but it’s a starting point. Things to look forward to, eh?

Honestly, I think the whole “don’t pay the writers” thing boils down to the notion that everybody thinks they can write. It’s the old saw about the novelist at a cocktail party having to hear someone say, for the millionth time, “I’d love to write a book someday.”

Someone–Stephen King? Pretty sure I saw this in a Stephen King foreword–once said they’d like to say to a brain surgeon, “Boy, I’d love to do brain surgery someday.”

We treat “the ability to put words into a sentence” like it’s just the same as “the ability to form a coherent narrative that engenders a variety of emotions within the reader and puts them in a scene and shows them what they didn’t see before”.

And that’s like me drawing a stick figure and saying I’m an artist.

Writers are constantly devalued because everyone thinks they have a book in them and don’t realize the level of skill and commitment it takes to finish even a short story, much less a whole book. 

This goes well beyond fandom, but man, I would’ve hoped fandom would know better.

Phichit’s a Manx! So he’s got a little stub tail <3

Yuri has lots of play dates with Phichit. They’re very soft play dates. Victor cries from the intense cuteness while also feeling incomprehensibly envious

Yura has playdates with Otabek, but they’re more like “Yura disappears for hours and is spotted 16 blocks away at the motorshop Otabek lives in”