Reblog to save a life
Reblog to remind someone they’re important
Reblog to remind someone to take their pills
Reblog to convince someone to not cut today
Reblog to convince someone one more night
Reblog to convince someone to not commit suicide tonight
Reblog to help
I love you
Please just survive
Promise me you’ll stay one more night?
In honour of Mother’s Day I give you a reblog of one of my favourite fics I’ve written. This one was written to try and bring some closure to the various and awful things that CC did to the mothers in his show. This one is for the momScullys who deserved better.
It is Wednesday. He’s been waiting since Monday. Her doorman assures him she is alive, coming and going in her hospital clothes, eyes tired and head bowed. Mulder can picture it. He’s seen her that way before, heavy with grief and pushing forward as if somehow she can outpace her pain. The last time it had been his fault. He’d watched her from somewhere outside his body, watched her plead with him, watched her cry for him and then sat in the silence as she bowed to her sadness, folded in on herself and then disappeared.
The day she left, Mulder tried to disappear too. He poured himself so far into a bottle of scotch that he couldn’t see the empty space Scully had filled and he had planned to stay there. He might have been successful without Maggie Scully’s intervention.
Mulder didn’t remember her first few visits; he’d simply woken up clean and in bed instead of filthy and on the floor somewhere. But as time passed his mind coughed back to life and he began to ponder the X-File of his own survival until one night, when she crept in with soup and a sad smile, she found him sober and sat on the couch waiting for her. That was the first night Mulder cried in front of Maggie Scully but it wasn’t the last. She smelled a little like her daughter. She had the same hands, firm but kind. And she still loved him.
tumblr in 2013: GET OVER HERE you little SHITS. We are gonna learn a little something about LIZARDS today. I don’t know if you’ve EVER EVEN FUCKING HEARD OF LIZARDS. They’re PRETTY FRICKLY FRACKING RARE. I’ve only ever seen THREE GODDAMNED LIZARDS in my entire LIFE ON MOTHERFUCKING EARTH. LIZARD FANDOM- YOU MAY WANT TO REBLOG THIS. or else im JUDGING you. REBLOG to SAVE A LIFE and tell someone about LIZARDS
today my anthro professor said something kindof really beautiful:
“you all have a little bit of ‘I want to save the world’ in you, that’s why you’re here, in college. I want you to know that it’s okay if you only save one person, and it’s okay if that person is you”
our taco time has 79 cent tacos today (cinco de mayo). this is probably the case at other taco times. as a poor college student deals like this are very important, and this taco is definitely more nutritious than ramen. now i do not support the cultural appropriation that takes place on cinco de mayo, but i do support poor people like myself eating. please be respectful of mexican culture today!
My boyfriend is suffering from anorexia and needs extreme therapy. Unfortunately insurance does not cover eating disorder therapy, hospitals, or medicine. The therapy alone costs nine thousand dollars, so I started a GoFundMe to hopefully raise enough money before it's too late and he dies. Today is his birthday actually! I feel bad asking strangers for money, but if you can just give a dollar. Whatever will raise funds, you know? If you could donate or reblog my post it would help. Thank you!
It’s so terrible that money is more important than saving someone’s life, of course I will reblog it and I really pray that you guys are able to raise the money needed for his treatment 💕 maybe one day we will live in a world where that never has to be said again and people will be given the help needed no questions asked!