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London Fog

A/N:  This was written during the Write-In hosted by the incomparable @lepus-arcticus, and it is literally nothing but fluff and ridiculousness. 


Their third week together, Mulder tosses something at her as she walks in the door.  She ducks and barely catches it, shooting him a scowl when some coffee sloshes on her plaid blazer.

“What’s this?” Scully asks.

“I noticed you didn’t have one.  I know you probably didn’t have use for one in sunny Califor-Nay-Yay, but for most of the climates we’ll be travelling to for our field work, especially in the Pacific Northwest and here on the East Coast, they’re going to come in handy.”

Scully finally glances down.

It’s a London Fog catalogue.

“Trenchcoats, Mulder?”

“What, you have something against them?”

“Not really, but they’re a little…Spy versus Spy, aren’t they?  What, are we gonna get matching hats to go with them?  Start talking like gangsters?  ‘You’ll never catch me, Coppa?’” she says before biting off a smile.

“Nah, these are really nice.  They’re weather resistant, they keep the chill off, and they’ll keep your suits nice and clean.  They even come in size extra petite, or whatever you are.  I checked.”

Scully thumbs through the catalogue, fretting.  “Mulder, don’t you think an umbrella does most of those things just as efficiently?  And I have thicker peacoats I can wear over my suits.  I just don’t know that I’ll use it enough to justify the expense.”

Mulder takes a sip of his coffee, shrugging. “Just pick one out then and tell me which one you decide on.  I got a guy back in the UK.  He’ll ship it over to me.  No import tax.”

She stares at him before flipping through the glossy pages again.  She has to admit, some of them do have a certain appeal. Especially that camel-colored one.  

“I just think that this whole aesthetic lends itself to some excessively grandiose concept of what a G-man should look like that you have built up in your head, Mulder,” Scully says, indignant that she’s actually considering this.  “That dark trench you have, it’s like your cape and cowl.  Maybe it’s more your thing than mine.”

“Then get a lighter one, Scully.  I really think it’d be both functional and…becoming on you.”

“There’s a pick-up line I can sense coming that you should probably keep to yourself,” Scully murmurs, just loud enough for him to hear and smirk at.

She finally pauses on one page with an audible intake of breath.  It’s beautiful.  A lighter color, halfway between wheat and grey.  The perfect neutral.  Cinched waist, double-breasted, it even comes with a detachable hood.  

“Hand it over, Scully,” Mulder smiles.

And she does.  

anonymous asked:

SPILL IT, Max! how do you REALLY feel about magic and the paranormal, and other stuff like that!

[prompt]

   " UGH, i’m pretty sure i’ve made my thoughts on THAT bullshit pretty CLEAR– “

>> [the next words are sudden and quick, jumbled, as if they’re being forced out by something that isn’t himself. his eyes widen a bit.]
   ” i actually do, but the thought of shit that’s above me that much SERIOUSLY freaks me out, because i’m a person that really likes to be in control of everything around me. “
 >> [a pause, and max just quickly looks around, expression a weird mixture of panicked and confused, obviously unsure what was happening.]
  ” ..what the FUCK– “

 >> [whoop, and there he goes again. words still fast and jumbled, basically faster then his mouth can actually keep up with.]
   ” because of that shit, i just put a weird tough guy facade about it, and hope to god no one notices, or at least no one cares enough to TRY and notice, and.. “
   ” well, it’s been working out for me so far. it’s why i freaked out so much when harrison accidentally used one of his tricks on me. i couldn’t preten– “
 >> [he quickly covers his mouth with his hands, absentmindedly leaning forward] 

   ” S-STOP IT, STOP IT !?– jesus /christ/ !! “
 >> [he sputtered out, lifting his hands from his mouth for a moment or two because.]

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just imagine…
the moment Lance learns how to unlock his bayard  :’)

slightly older Lance with different guns like, Pistols? Long Sniper rifle? pow pow 
Lance would ACE bc he is a fantastic sharpshooter.

i’m reading a very manly 1950s account of a hunt for el dorado but i’m thirty pages in and the narrator has already described his traveling companion as “handsome” 4 times, “extremely handsome” twice, “exceedingly handsome” once, his voice as “quietly husky” and “a husky whisper,” his fingers as long and deft, his body as “tall and cat-like,” and his eyes as some variation of ice-blue at least three times.

just men being dudes. dudes being pals. it’s great. this is great.

I drew phil but

it needs improvements

perfect.

  • <p> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b><p></b> <b>Pidge:</b> are you guys awake?<p/><b>Lance:</b> yeah, what's wrong?<p/><b>Pidge:</b> I'm having nightmares, can you tell me a story or something?<p/><b>Lance:</b> Now-<p/><b>Hunk:</b> don't do it-<p/><b>Keith:</b> I'm gonna actually slit your throat-<p/><b>Lance:</b> now thIS IS A STORY ALL ABOUT HOW-<p/></p><p/><b></b> <p/></p><p/></p><p/></p>
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time to dance // panic! at the disco

you know who this reminds me of?

these two nerds