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frangipanidownunder  asked:

How about a short fluff prompt to get the muse working: Mulder giving Scully a foot massage after she wore her high heels to chase a monster.

Ha, thank you! Though it’s not the lack of prompts that stifles me. It’s just plain old me. However, I decided I’m tired enough to not think and just write. This word vomit is the result. 

Every step Scully takes is accompanied by a groan. At first Mulder thinks it is an isolated incident; just a noise. They are, after all, not the youngest anymore and little aches and pains are common – he knows all too well. Of course Scully likes to remind him that she is in fact three years his junior, in excellent health and form. Yeah, right. Another step, another groan and Mulder wonders if she’s trying to tell him something, somehow with these primal noises.

“Are we there yet?” A groan with words is new. Mulder, not in the mood to voice his own exhaustion, shakes his head.

“Where is the car, Mulder?”

“Right where we left it.” He grumbles picking up the pace. It’s unfair, he knows it, but part of him wants to hear Scully and pant and groan in shorter intervals. If Scully knew, or even guessed at his thoughts, she’d kick his ass, pain or not, and kick it good.

“Mulder, can we just…” She trails off but Mulder doesn’t stop walking as he doesn’t expect her to do it either. What does she want anyway? This is their job. Again. Just because they’re in their 50s now doesn’t mean anything has changed. Except that sometimes the criminals are faster. So much faster. If it hadn’t been for the young police officer coming to help them…

“Can’t be that far, Scully. I think-” It’s then that he notices the absence of her footsteps, of her groans; of her. He stops, his eyes searching in confusion, until he sees her in the distance sitting on a log, holding one of her feet. “What happened?” He asks once he reaches her.

“Do you know what it’s like to chase monsters in the forest, Mulder, when you’re wearing high heels?”

“Uhm…” It wasn’t even a monster, he almost reminds her; just a messed up kid.

“Exactly. My feet hurt and I need a break. I’m not…” She trails off again as she massages her foot. 

“Not young anymore?” Mulder offers and her head shoots up like a rocket, her eyes shooting daggers. 

“Not used to it anymore.” After two decades together Mulder knows this look she’s giving him. Dutifully, he sits down next to her and motions for her to give him her feet. She slips out of her second high heel and it falls to the muddy ground as she puts her feet into Mulder’s lap.

“You’re so good at this.” Scully moans and Mulder decides he likes this noise much, much more than her earlier groans. They used to do this all the time back in the day. Back when they were still more than whatever they are now. Never in a forest, though. A smile creeps up on him; there’s a first time for everything, even now.

“You could stop wearing high heels, you know.”

“And get a stiff neck looking up at you? No, thank you. I just need to get used to it again.” He nods in understanding and they fall quiet with only the gentle sounds and rhythms of the forest surrounding them. Scully’s eyes drift close and he knows what that means, too. 

“Hey,” he says, tickling her, “we need to get to the car. Get back to the hotel, write the report.” To his greatest joy, Scully pouts; even if she won’t admit it now, she loves when he massages her feet. Or at least she used to. 

“I know.” She says, misery in her voice.

“I have an idea.” Mulder lets go of her feet and helps her get back into her shoes. There’s that groan again and Mulder chuckles.

“It’s not funny.” She tells him and he almost leans forward to kiss her. They’re almost there, he thinks, but not quite yet. And not here. Instead, he offers her his hand, pulls her up into a standing position. 

“Get on my back.” He tells her.

“Excuse me?”

“Come on. I’ll carry you.” He crouches down so that she can hop on. “Scully, come on. My joints don’t appreciate this position.”

“Then get up. You’re not giving me a piggy-back ride!”

“Scully,” he turns to her, “I will carry you to the car one way or another. Either you hop on or I’ll think of something else.” She thinks about it for a moment, must realize that he’s serious, and finally gives in with a sigh.

“See? That wasn’t too bad, was it?” Scully, despite her tiny form, feels heavy on his back and he swallows his own groan. Tomorrow, he thinks as he puts on foot in front of the other, she’ll have to give him a back massage in return. He can’t wait.


Prince Oh showing you the world; shining, shimmering, splendid  ゚*。(・∀・)゚*。


Happy Birthday, Tumblr, you wonderful little website! You let me talk with people who appreciate my silliness better than most other platforms I’m on, and for that, I am incredibly grateful. <3

here is a list of some fonts that one of my teachers from the past school year said we weren’t allowed to use

please help me make a “lazytown characters as cursed graphic design fonts” list (the above picture being a possible reference)

bonus option:

Mercier x Betty

༄ Peu m’importent les problèmes, Mon amour puisque tu m’aimes. — Edith Piaf

More Mercier x Betty

More of my edits

I wonder when this website is gonna stop pretending biological sex is an absolute mystery until someone yells HAHA! SURPRISE I HAD A PENIS ALL ALONG!!!

Dude stop kidding yourself. Face structure is different. Fat distribution is different. Body shape is insanely different. Hands, muscles, skin and hair, they’re all different. Smell is so fucking different.

It’s not just the penis lesbians don’t want. It’s all of the male characteristics AND the lack of female characteristics. Deal. Breaker.

And y'all are rape apologists.


it’s here.

it’s happened.

I, Paige, writing-to-music, have hit one hundred (100) followers on tumblr.

Yesterday morning, right before I posted the “convincing your parents” post, I had twenty-seven followers. That number quadrupled in less than a day.

So obviously I’m doing a follow forever, because I need to thank the lovely people who have made this possible for me and supported me, all the way to 100. Dear anyone who sees this, thank you. And go follow these people. 

My 1st and 100th followers: @smiles-are-toxic and @arcticlava21 , thank you.

Those who have been more than mere mutuals: @leblonde. @incaseyouart. @silentorator. @ohgreatasarchasm. @theirforeverhome. @eltrkbarbarella. @philfreckles. thank you from the bottom of my heart.

I admire and respect these people as creators: @jelloapocalypse, @inkskinned, @octoberninteenth, @jaimewareham, @granolagothgrandma, @consequentson, @tatitnof, @mindspiil, @crisshowell, @gayandcynical, @melappuls, @deathclassic, @fireworksphil, @pseudophan, @potterlockedtimelord, @phanfriend2022, @awrfhi, @sanesparza, @instarbuckswithdan, @philscurls, @alittledizzy, @42minuites, @golddustphan, @ineverhadmyinternetphase, @adziedoodle, @parentaladvisorybullshitcontent, @howadorableright, @maddox-rider, @phangirlingforphan, @beeken, @scifiphan - all amazing, talented and wonderful people I am delighted to share a social media platform with.

Cheers, everyone! I’ll see you at 200!


lindsaylove1226  asked:

What are some of your favorite Wincest one shots, AU, series ... well whatever ... what are some of your favorites

oh, that’s a really good question and by good, i mean really fucking hard question because i’ve read so much and trying to find them all is kinda hard but i’ll do my best. *cracks knuckles* let’s do this thing.

  • title: sharp dressed man
  • pairing: sam/dean
  • rating: explicit
  • length: 4,200+
  • warnings: weecest, underaged, spanking, daddy!kink
  • summary: sam gets in trouble at school. dean arrives, playing as john. dean’s wearing a suit, sam has finds it hot, ensuing daddy issues and punishment that turns heated.
  • title: unexpected consequences
  • pairing: sam/dean
  • rating: explicit
  • length: 1,700+
  • warnings: weecest (sam is 17), spanking
  • summary: dean catches sam skipping.
  • title: fullofsugar!verse
  • pairing: jared/jensen
  • rating: explicit
  • length: 46,000+
  • warnings: student/teacher, cross dressing, feminization
  • summary: a verse about the love story between a boy and his dearest teacher. little glimpses, long nights, teenage love, everything that’s wrong.
  • title: american sweetheart
  • pairing: jared/jensen
  • rating: explicit
  • length: 7,600+
  • warnings: teacher/student
  • summary: professor ackles lives in a structured world of suits and ties and the monotony of a mundane life. the wearisomeness of his life changes drastically when he stumbles upon a website that alters his once thought of ordinary life and brings out the dark desires of his heart. twenty-year-old jared padalecki lives in a conservative world of class schedules and paying rent and trying to find his place in a black and white world. on the other side of his webcam, jared learns he can be made of lace and soft fabric and pastel colors—bringing out the darkest desires in strange men over the internet. in an odd turn of events, fate will bring them together and it will be their duty to hold themselves together or allow fate to ultimately tear them apart once more. a professor and a college student will together learn the meaning of mortality, vulnerability, and heart break.
  • title: born to die!verse
  • pairing: sam/dean
  • rating: explicit
  • length: 63,000+
  • warnings: underage, rape, drug use
  • summary: this story follows the lives of two young brothers as they try to make it in a dark world. after an overdose threatens to tear them apart forever, sam and dean vow to never leave each other’s side again and hit the open roads of the american west to live fast and free together. they fight and fuck like every day could be their last because one day it just might be.
  • title: v i c e
  • pairing: sam/dean, lisa/dean
  • rating: explicit
  • length: 56,600+
  • warnings: police officer dean, prostitute sam, underage, daddy kink, control issues, drug abuse, abuse
  • summary: dean winchester is an undercover cop in the sex trafficking unit of the chicago pd. he suffers from the loss of his former position in narcotics, a bullet injury that causes him to limp, and the sudden divorce of his wife lisa who'se kicked him out of the house and kept their son, ben. dean meets sam during one of his stings, an underage prostitute who loudly proclaims his sexuality and a penchant for older men. they become slowly fascinated with each other, developing a strange and twisted relationship, while dean struggles to regain what he’s lost, and sam looks for any way out of his life on the street.
  • title: poughkeepsie
  • pairing: sam/dean
  • rating: teen and up
  • length: 5,700+
  • warnings: pre-series
  • summary: the reason “poughkeepsie” became their code word for “drop everything and run” was because that was the one place child protective services ever caught up with the winchesters.
  • title: air catcher
  • pairing: sam/dean
  • rating: mature
  • length: 1,000+
  • warnings: curtain fic
  • summary: sam’s rocking chair always stands to the left of dean’s and no-one will tell dean that sammy’s not coming out to sit with him anymore.

Bryan Fuller: “Mads in a motorcycle jacket. Do you fancy Mads in a motorcycle jacket-”

Gillian Anderson: “Oh my God when… when I saw that scene with him driving up and then he takes his helmet … I mean come on. Come on!” 

Bryan Fuller: “So if you had to pick between the three-piece plaid suit  and the motorcycle jacket you would pick the motorcycle jacket?”

Gillian Anderson: “Oh yes, I’m sorry. Absolutely. I mean look at that (shows Hannibal in a leather jacket ).

Bryan Fuller: “The leather is much more of an olfactory experience. That's for sure.”

Gillian Anderson: “Um yes… amongst other things. Do you know the After Dark website… I wonder if they have done a drawing for Mads- I mean Hannibal. I was going to say Mads and Gillian instead of Hannibal and Bedelia.”