turning keys

When your co-worker and you are both covered in glitter and shimmer

But you have a serious discussion about demons

Originally posted by xesoteric-extraterrestrialx

White Christmas

This is part of what I’m hoping will be a series where Mulder and Scully are awarded custody of a healthy Emily. Tagging @today-in-fic

Merry Christmas!

Scully tore her gaze away from her medical journal to look up at her daughter. Emily had been standing by the window, peering outside, but was now looking over at Scully, her piercing blue eyes wide and inquisitive.
“Yes sweetheart?”
“Will it snow on Christmas Day?
Scully couldn’t help but smile at the little girl’s hopeful expression. They’d had a dusting of light snow the previous week - Emily’s first experience of it in her short lifetime - and ever since then she’d been hoping for more.
"I’m not sure baby,” Scully replied honestly, setting down her journal and getting up from the sofa. She padded over to the window, crouching down to her daughter’s height, and followed her gaze outside, up into the clouds. “I think it’s a little too warm for snow at the moment.”
“But Christmas is the day after tomorrow,” stated Emily, frowning at her mom. It was clearly the wrong answer. “That’s time for it to get colder outside.”
“That’s true,” Scully conceded. Sometimes Emily reminder her so much of Mulder, willing to believe in the seemingly impossible. “I guess we’ll have to wait and see.”
“I guess.”
Hearing the disappointment in Emily’s voice, Scully kissed her daughter’s rosy cheek. “Even if it doesn’t, I’m sure we’ll get some snow very soon. Winter isn’t over just yet.”
“I’m sure of it.” That seemed to appease Emily for the moment, and she walked back over to the coffee table, where until minutes before she’d been colouring quite contentedly while Scully looked on in awe. Sometimes she still felt as though she needed to pinch herself whenever she set eyes on Emily. They’d been together as a family for eleven months now, but it was still hard to believe that Emily was here, happy and healthy, and seemed to be settling into her new life. A year ago Scully was coming to terms with learning that she was barren, her hopes for a family if her own seemingly lost, and now here she was, with her daughter sitting in front of her, playing quite contentedly. She knew how different things might have been, and she also knew she had Mulder to thank for being awarded custody of Emily; after all it was his idea that they got married, well aware it would improve her chances. Nearly eleven months after their wedding Scully was also still shocked that they were now legally married. They lived together, they shared a bed  - platonically of course - and they co-parented well, but it was still hard to comprehend at times, although even Scully’s family, who’d been furious at first, were now coming to terms with their situation.
A key turning in the lock disturbed Scully from her thoughts, and both she and Emily looked up as Mulder entered the apartment. Emily’s colouring was once again abandoned as she got to her feet and ran over to him, launching herself into his arms just as he set the bag he’d been carrying down onto the floor. “Hi trouble. Did you miss me?”
“You’re home early,” Scully commented as she watched her husband greet their little girl. Mulder stood up straight, lifting Emily up into his arms, his gaze trained on the bag by his feet as he answered. “I had a few errands to run,” he said. Suddenly Scully realised just what was in the bag, another gift for their daughter, and moved to retrieve it before Emily got too curious and investigated for herself.
“How has your day been?” He asked Emily, keen to distract her as Scully carried the bag out if the living room to try and hide somewhere in the depths of the master bedroom.
“There’s no snow,” the little girl replied, scrunching her nose up in disgust.
“Not yet it isn’t.”
“Emily wants snow for Christmas,” Scully explained as she re-entered the room, the present now hidden somewhere in the depths of their bedroom. “I’ve told her that it might not happen, but I’m sure we’ll get some soon.”
“It snows in the movies at Christmas,” the little girl sniffed as she looked up at Mulder with sad eyes. He nodded in understanding, feeling her pain. She’d been so excited at their recent covering, and he too had been looking forward to more snow, if only to watch Emily play happily in it, making snow angels and attempts at a snow family.
“Santa will still visit you though, even if we don’t get snow.“
“But I want snow.” It must have been bad, he thought, if even the mention of Santa hadn’t cheered her up.
“Baby, we can’t control the weather,” Scully explained to her daughter, coming to stand next to Mulder. She brushed Emily’s bangs out of her eyes, then dropped a kiss to her crown. “We can wish really really hard, but if there’s no snow on Christmas morning we can’t be too disappointed, okay?”
Emily didn’t look too convinced, so Mulder leaned in to whisper conspiratorially. “I think we might get snow this year after all,” he said after a moment, his words immediately cheering the little girl up.
“You do?”
“Call it a hunch but I do.”
“Trust me Scully,” he said with a grin. “When have I ever been wrong?”
“Would you like a list?”
“Your mo…Dana’s just trying to be funny,” Mulder stage-whispered to Emily, slipping up on “mom”. She was still adjusting, and neither Mulder nor Scully had pushed for her to call them mom or dad, instead insisting she could call them whatever she wanted, within reason. For now they were Dana and Mulder, and there was no sign of this changing anytime soon. “Trust me pumpkin, we’ll get snow.”
For Emily’s sake, Scully hoped he was right.


Scully stirred as she felt the mattress shift, and opened her eyes to see Mulder climb back into bed, feeling the chill as he did so. “Go back to sleep,” he whispered as he noticed her shift in the bed. “It’s still early.”
She turned onto her side to face him, her body betraying her wish to sleep by becoming more alert. “Where have you been?”
“I couldn’t sleep.”
“You’re freezing. What have you been doing?”
“You’ll see.”
Now she was definitely awake. “What are you up to Mulder?”
“Merry Christmas Scully.” He was definitely avoiding her questioning.
“Merry Christmas to you. Now what have you been up to?”
Suddenly they heard familiar little footsteps running down the hallway in the direction of their room. Mulder groaned. “I hoped we’d get a little more sleep before she noticed –”
“IT’S SNOWING!” The bedroom door burst open and in ran Emily, launching herself up onto the bed. From the looks of her puffy eyes and tousled hair she hadn’t been awake for very long, but her excitement was evident.
“It’s what?” Rubbing her eyes, Scully looked over towards the window. Though the blinds were drawn, it didn’t particularly look like a snowy sky outside.
“It’s snowing! Wake up it’s snowing!”
“Sssh it’s early,” said Mulder, encouraging Emily underneath the covers, hoping they could somehow tempt her back to sleep if only for a short while. “Indoor voices please.”
“But it’s snowing and it’s Christmas!” She gave Scully a pointed look. “You said it wasn’t going to snow!”
Sighing to herself Scully reluctantly got out of bed and padded over to the window, pulling back the blinds. She blinked, taking in the scene before her. “Emily, it’s not snowing.”
“Yes it is.”
“It’s not -”
“It’s snowing out front Scully,” Mulder interrupted, well aware of what she was about to say.
“What?” She turned to face him, giving him her best skeptical look.
“It’s snowing out the front of the building. Outside of Emily’s window.”
“What do you mean?”
“Trust me.”
Emily nodded in agreement. “Can we go play in the snow Dana?” she asked, unable to contain her excitement.
“But it’s not snowing sweetheart.”
Scrambling out from the comforter, Emily jumped off the bed and ran over to her mom, grabbing hold of her hand. “It is,” she shrieked, tugging on her hand and leading her reluctantly out of the bedroom. “Look, you’ll see!” Emily led her into her bedroom, watching with a beaming smile as Scully pulled back the curtain and looked outside, her mouth dropping at the sight. “What the…?”
Sure enough white flakes were falling, settling on the ground below. Scully looked down at her daughter in bewilderment, then turned to face Mulder as he entered the room.
“We told you it was snowing.”
He grinned. “Merry Christmas Scully.”


Mulder had surpassed himself, Scully realized as she stepped out of her apartment building, hand in hand with Emily. Rather surprisingly the little girl had opted to postpone the unwrapping of the enormous pile of gifts sitting beneath the tree in favour of going outside to play in the snow, and Scully had agreed, wanting to know what Mulder had been up to. As soon as she was outside, making footsteps in the soft, white powder, she noticed the snow machine sitting by the edge of the building, spraying flakes up into the air, and heard the accompanying sound of Christmas music being played from the stereo next to it. Jingle Bell Rock sounded out as Emily suddenly let go of her hand and ran through the snow, shrieking excitedly. Scully felt Mulder come and stand beside her, snapping pictures on the camera they’d purchased ahead of Emily’s birthday the previous month, ready to capture her big day. “I can’t believe you did this,” she said to him, unable to take her eyes off of Em as the little girl paused to scoop up some snow and throw it over herself, giggling as she did so.
“She wanted snow for Christmas,” explained Mulder, shrugging as though it was obvious. “She deserves to get everything she wants.”
“You’re such a good dad,” Scully whispered, looking over at him with watery eyes. Her throat was thick with emotion and her heart close to bursting at just how happy she was at that moment, with her partner, her husband, by her side and their daughter playing happily on Christmas morning. Without warning she stood up on tiptoe and kissed him soundly, surprising them both. “I love you,” she added as she pulled away for air, immediately clamping her eyes shut, as though regretting her words. When she finally opened them again, Mulder was beaming down at her, looking as though she’d given him the best Christmas present possible. “I love you too,” he replied, confirming her suspicions and closing the gap between them once again to kiss her, wrapping his arms around her middle to pull her in towards him. Before he could deepen the embrace however, Emily’s voice rang out, interrupting them.
“C’mon Mommy, help me build a snowman,” she yelled, oblivious to the moment she’d interrupted.
Scully immediately tensed in Mulder’s arms, and he knew the reason for it. “Go ahead Mommy,” he murmured, the delight at hearing Emily call her “mommy” evident in his voice. “Our daughter wants to play.”
Unable to stop her tears from falling Scully nodded, then took hold of his hand and tugged on it. “Then let’s go help her, Dad,” she replied, leading him over towards their little girl.

I love when making out with someone, it starts off with soft, slow kissing and maybe even a little pause every now and then just to smile. Then in 0.5 seconds, the intensity increases and next thing you know is you’re trying to pull them closer, but you physically can’t because you’re already body to body, your fingers are digging into their back and you’re breathing heavily while they kissing down your neck.

James: Hey, Kara, did you hear about- 

Kara: Lena and Reign? Yes. I did. Winn has told me. Alex has. Maggie. Jess, Lena’s secretary, and the security guard, Hank. Lena herself and even J’onn mentioned it. So yes, I’ve heard all about them. I mean, Lena barely knows her and she’s suddenly all ‘Reign this’ and ‘Reign that’ and you know that she canceled our lunch date earlier? Because Reign apparently needed her! Needed her!? I was going to order the Greenies lunch today! I was even going to get an extra portion of the fried garlic mushrooms so i could pretend i was full and give them to her because she loves them, like really loves them, but now she’s with Reign and i haven’t seen Lena in like a week and– 

James: Uh, Kara? Are you okay? You seem kind of upset. 


Originally posted by cassiopeia-chasing-the-moon

boyf riends ok

ive been thinking about this all day so what if michael can only take so much sugar before he gets a crazy sugar high

so when he and jeremy are having a sleepover (“it’s not gay!”) and all they are eating/drinking is sugar,,, well michael is bouncing off the walls by one am (jeremy thinks it’s kinda cute but at the same time “sit the fuck down michael!”)

except he’s bound to crash from his high. and he crashes hard.

by like two thirty, three am, michael is totally useless. he can barely keep his eyes open to play any more video games. but when he crashes, he gets dopey and affectionate

so he’ll be having the time of his life, laying across jeremys lap, trying to play with his hands, trying to get him to (“spill some juicy gossip”). he eventually tries to kiss jeremys fingers, hold his hand, etc

he just keeps pushing his boundaries,,, and jeremy is letting him (with a burning red fave, but he’s letting him)

they fall asleep (aka michael passes out and jeremy turns in for the night) practically holding each other, mostly because michael would not let jeremy move once he got ahold of him

as jeremy falls asleep, he’s thinking about telling michael. ya know, telling him. about his feelings

he wakes up, confident and ready to go, except michael embarrassedly detangles from jeremy when he wakes, mumbling a quick “whoa, gay man” (sigh, boys ) and jeremys heart shatters just a little. michael remembers next to nothing from last night, let alone all of his affections


Drew the first one, and then thought “I need bg practice and I wanna figure out lighting.” So have this fluffy klance cuddling

EDIT: Someone lovely pointed out that the previous version whitewashed Lance and Keith, so I did some adjusting and here’s the edited version! (hopefully free of whitewashing!) :^)

Happy Birthday Tokoyami!!! You are a wonderful birb and deserve all the treats 🍰  🎉 🍭 🎁 🎈