wild goose i

The Celtic Christians had a name for the Holy Spirit that has always intrigued me. They called him An Geadh-Glas or the Wild Goose. I love the imagery and implications. Much like a wild goose, the Spirit of God cannot be tracked or tamed. An element of danger and air of unpredictability surround Him. And while the name may sound a little sacrilegious at first earshot, I cannot think of a better description of what it’s like to live a Spirit-led life than Wild Goose Chase. 

I still get an overwhelming feeling of …why? when I look at that head and wings. I really think this would have benefited from a more aggressive silhouette?

I know I am an over thinker, and an over reactor. I know that when I see the slightest change in your behavior it sends my mind on a wild goose chase. I know that I get a little much sometimes but believe me when I say I continuously beat myself up over taking it out on you. I know that being dependent on someone else is scary. I know that it does sting a little when I know something’s up and you won’t tell me anything. I know that I’m a brat all the time and I hope you know not to take me too seriously all the time. I know that you have the weirdest allergies I’ve ever heard of and that makes me laugh. I know that you think your laugh sounds like a lawn mower but I want to hear that laugh for the rest of my life. I know that you hate when I put my feet on the dash, but you know Im probably going to do it anyways. I know how you get embarrassed of me when I go on a rant around people, I can see it in your face. I know I’m loud and overconfident and proud, but please understand it took me such a long time to feel myself and be those things. I know that your eyes are my favourite shade of green I’ve ever looked at. I know to get extra croutons because you’re going to eat them all if I don’t. I know that you don’t like hearing bad things that have happened to me because you’ll get nightmares. I also know that you light up my day, that I don’t know how my life would be if I didn’t have you to laugh with, that I love you more than I’ve loved anyone, that you’re my person, and no one has ever earned that title before.
—  I know, believe me

By AllyinthekeyofX

Dialogue only for @xfficchallenges

They are driving.  It’s in-car dialogue and dialogue isn’t my strong point but I tried!  Thanks as always to @guitargirl48 for being my fic rock and telling me it wasn’t too crap.


“Hey Scully, you want to play a game?….eye spy? Make the trip pass faster.”

“Mulder, in case it hasn’t registered through your layers of obsessional focus - the same obsessional focus that dragged me out of bed at 4am on a  precious saturday morning to go haring half way across the country on what will probably be yet another wild goose chase, I should probably point out that it is still dark outside”

“There are lots of things we could see in the dark Scully.”

“lots of things YOU could see in the dark Mulder.  I on the other hand just want to sit here and try to persuade my body that it’s still under the influence of restful slumber.”

“Do I take that as a no?”


“Yes no or yes yes?”


“Yes you want to play a game or no you want me to shut the hell up?”

“Mulder you don’t have to shut the hell up.  I kind of like it when you talk..”

“You do?”

“Yeah.  The sound of your voice puts me to sleep.”


“I didn’t mean it like that.”


“Mulder are you sulking?”


“You are.  You’re sulking because I won’t play a game…..oh for fuck sake. Will you stop it?”

“Stop what?  I’m not doing anything..”

“You’re doing that thing with your face…that kicked puppy thing.”

“Kicked puppy thing?  Scully you’re delusional.”

“No.  I’m not at all.  Every time you don’t get your own way you pull this face….”

“Awww Scully you look kind of cute all wrinkled up like a baby armadillo”

“Eyes on the road Mulder, right now.”

“You were the one who told me to look at your face….your armadillo face…your cute wrinkled armadillo face…hey Scully did you know that armadillos are genetically predisposed to only giving birth to quadruplets?  Pretty cool huh?”

“Amazing.  I’ve been waiting my whole life to unlock the secrets of armadillo procreation.  Thanks for that.”

“Ok, how about this one.  Horses lack the ability to breathe through their mouths.”

“I know.”

“You know?”



“Mulder I just know.  I don’t know how I know.  How the hell do you know that armadillos only give birth to litters of four?…sometimes we just know pointless bits of information and our brains store it for no other reason than to annoy our FBI partners at 5am on a saturday morning.”

“No information is pointless Scully.”

“Yeah well, I’ll grant you that all information has a certain relevance to someone, but it’s all relative as to how much weight we allot to any given subject.  For example, did you know that brain freeze is actually an accepted medical condition?”

“Brain freeze?  As in eating ice- cream- too- fast brain freeze?”

“Sphenopalatine ganglioneuralgia; commonly known as brain freeze”

“I love it when you talk medical Scully.  Okay, did you know that comparative to body mass, a barnacle has the largest penis known in nature?”

“You just made that up.”

“No I swear it’s absolutely true. Why do you think lady barnacles always look so happy?”

 “Hmmm okay, well did you know the ‘dot’ over the top of the letter j is called a tittle?”

“Not bad Scully.  But yes I did and I’m never adverse to a nice tittle.”

“Mulder that was terrible even by your standards.  Ask me another.”

“Another what?”

“Another pointless fact question.”

“I thought you wanted to sleep? Okay, pointless fact about sleep.  Did you know that before the introduction of colour television, only around 15% of people dreamed in colour?  Now it’s more like 82%  I mean how weird is that?  It’s like The Wizard of Oz….everything in black and white and then suddenly there it is - a technicolour landscape laid out for the taking.  Makes me wonder if our dreams are somehow subconscious links to our viewing habits.  That if I watched nothing but cookery shows I would dream in smell-a-vision….it’s a whole new spin on waking up and smelling the coffee….in fact on the subject of coffee, I could use some caffeine right about now.  What say we pull over at the next………oh.”

(Whispered) “Hey Scully, did you know that sea otters hold hands when one is sleeping to ensure they never drift away from each other?…..”



I said screw it and made an official sideblog for all my Winx-related shenanigans.  That’s right, your two favorite things (Winx and my sarcasm) together 100% of the time!  It’s called @winxwannabe, because by god if that ain’t the truth.

I won’t be posting Winx-related stuff around here as often, and will be doing my best to contain it over there.  All of the gifsets/aesthetic stuff I make for Winx will permanently move to winxwannabe.  If that’s why you follow me, go check in there (also sorry because I know people started following me just for that stuff literally today and I’m already sending you on a wild goose chase for content).

I’ll also be reblogging my old stuff there so it’s all in one place.

TL:DR - I have a new winx sideblog @winxwannabe. Be there or be square.