x files valentines


“This gift that you gave me for my birthday. You never got to tell me why you gave it to me or what it means… but I think I know. I think that you appreciate that there are extraordinary men and women and… extraordinary moments when history leaps forward on the backs of these individuals. That what can be imagined can be achieved… that you must dare to dream… but that there’s no substitute for perseverance and hard work… and teamwork… because no one gets there alone. And that, while we commemorate the greatness of these events and the individuals who achieve them, we cannot forget the sacrifice of those who make these achievements and leaps possible.”

“I just thought it was a pretty cool key chain.”

I know I'm a couple days late, but guys, can you picture Harry Dresden trying to celebrate Valentine's Day with Karrin Murphy?
  • Thomas: So how far have you gotten?
  • Harry: *squints at his notepad* No flowers, no chocolate.
  • Thomas: Wow. I’m so proud.
  • Harry: Stuff it. That’s the best I’ve got. No teddy bears, either. I feel like buying her a new gun is a bit much. Also, I’m broke.
  • Thomas: There is that.
  • Harry: But I feel like I’d still lose points if I ignored the holiday altogether.
  • Thomas: At the rate you’re going, you’ll only be able to afford giving her an orgasm.
  • Harry: OH MY GOD THOMAS.
  • Thomas: *snickering* It’s a gift everyone can enjoy.
  • Harry: Either say something helpful or leave.
  • Thomas: Says the guy who has not one, but three hickeys on his neck.
  • Thomas: Fine, fine. I’ve got it. New cleaning kit for her Sig. I’ve seen the one she’s using and it’s seen better days.
  • Harry: That...sounds foolproof. I just have to add my own personal touch to it and we’re golden.
  • Thomas: ...
  • Harry: What?
  • Thomas: You’re gonna fuck this up, I can already tell.
  • Harry: Get out.
  • That night...
  • Murphy: Is that a new cleaning kit for my gun?
  • Harry: Yep.
  • Murphy: Why is there a huge pink bow on it?
  • Harry: Y’know, because you’re a girl. *bolts*

countdown to valentine’s day - seven otp aesthetics:

[6/7] - msr (fox mulder/dana scully) - the x-files

“I was like you once. I didn’t know who to trust. Then I… I chose another path… another life, another fate, where I found my sister. The end of my world was unrecognizable and upside down. There was one thing that remained the same. You were my friend, and you told me the truth. Even when the world was falling apart, you were my constant. My touchstone.“

A Very XF Valentine

I had a fun little idea for us to celebrate Galentines day and Valentines day in txf fandom! I wrote up a little start to a story and I’m going to tag @alittlemissfit who will then add to it and tag someone else and on it will go. By the end of Valentines day hopefully we will have a full story! 

Things to know: 
1. It’s incredibly fluffy.
2. It’s AU. 
3. When it’s getting toward the end I’ll PM the last person tagged and ask them to end it. 
4. After I’ll post the whole thing on AO3 and tag everyone involved! 
5. If you don’t get tagged/you aren’t into my story start your own story train and we can get a bunch going around! 

Happy Galentines/Valentines day to the best fandom ever! 

“You mean Valentine’s day?” Dana asked her sister with a raised eyebrow.
“No, GALentine’s day. Come on Dana please tell me you’ve seen Parks and Recreation!” Melissa said from the other end of the phone.
“I that the one with Tina Fey?”
“GAH! No Dana! That’s 30 Rock. Amy Poehler is the one from Parks and Rec.”
Dana studied her finger nails, “I’m sorry I don’t have unending amount of time to sit and watch TV.”
“You’re forgiven. Now can you come?”
“You still haven’t explained what this actually is.”
“Well on the show they celebrate Galentine’s day on the 13th of February. It’s like all the women get together and eat and it’s about friendship instead of romance. It’s just for fun!”
Dana let out a puff of air and leaned on her counter top, “Who will be there?”
“Me, you, mom, Monica, Terri and Jenna, Crystal, and I figured you could bring Emily.”
“There are two couples in that group, I thought it wasn’t about romance?” Dana said with a wicked smile.
“God, Dana! It’s just a fun day to go and hang out!”
“If you can bring Monica why can’t I bring Mulder?” She said enjoying the irritation on the other end of the phone.
“Because he’s a man.”
“That’s a little sexist.”
“Fine! You are uninvited! But I’m still getting Emily!”  Melissa huffed.
“I’m kidding Missy, that sounds fun. Do I have to bring something?”
“Well since Mon and I are hosting we will have little treats for everyone but you can bring everyone a little something if you want. Or you could make a dessert. Just let me know if you’re bringing food.”
Someone’s muffled voice started talking in the background and Missy told her to hold on.
“Sorry. Actually scratch the dessert, if you could bring some champagne that would be great.”
“Yeah I can do that. Anything else? I have to leave to get the kids.” Dana said as she began to walk toward the door.
“Nope that’s it.”
“Alright tell Mon and the boys I said hi I’ll see you on Monday.”
“See you then.”

are you wearing space pants because your ass is out of this world

standalone; fluff; pg-13 for language; season one, after the first Tooms case; UST; Mulder receives a V-Day card and is immediately suspicious. Trust no one.

A.N.: I depressed the hell out of myself with that V-Day angst so here’s some early, early MSR fluff.


He stares at it like it’s going to explode on him, and he does this for a very long time.

You see, no one in the Bureau cares as much about their work as he does. And that means no one really arrives earlier than he does – and today, well, he arrives earlier than normal.

Somehow he still manages to be the butt of the joke, even at seven o’clock in the morning. He stares at the object some more, wishing for all the world he had laser vision so that he could obliterate the offending cardboard and send a final message to the FBI: fuck you, fuck you, fuck you.

And the worst part? The craftsmanship is remarkable. It even has – he pokes at it suspiciously – yes, it even has beads, and little googly eyes, and goddamnit it’s got those glow in the dark stars, the same ones he has up in a secret corner of his apartment, the ones Samantha would stick all over her door.

So someone has not only arrived to work ridiculously early (or ridiculously late, considering the time he left), but they put a bunch of effort into sticking it to good ol’ Spooky Mulder.

He opens up his little Valentine’s Day card quickly, snatching his hands away as if the thing could snap his fingers in two.

‘YOU’RE OUT OF THIS WORLD, VALENTINE,’ it reads. Good lord, it has glitter.

Here’s the thing. The little heart-eyed alien on the front is gray, not green, and he can’t think of any agent intelligent enough to make him feel that ridiculous. Agent Colton? Mulder had been so sure that asshole hadn’t even been listening. Christ. Skinner?

It infuriates him because look – he plays their game by their rules (most of the time), doesn’t show his face in the bullpen or go to any of their dumb parties. Valentine’s Day is especially off limits after that whole Fowley thing, where everyone talked he couldn’t fuck her right to hide the crazy –


He quickly slams the card shut and shoves it under a random textbook, grimacing when a whole slew of files cascade from his desk and scatters on the floor.

Scully, standing in the doorway with her gigantic shoulder pads and a plate full of pink-frosted cookies, jumps at the commotion and puts the cookies down to help him clear up the mess. When they stack all the folders back on the desk, they actually look a little neater than they did before. Huh.

She offers him cookies and they eat while discussing their next case, a college student in Dayton, Ohio who claims to have rushed in a sorority filled with actual witches. Mulder picks up a book – something on the history of witchcraft in the midwest – and in his excitement to be arguing with Scully, he’d completely forgotten about the card until it flutters to the desktop between them.

“Oh!” Scully’s eyes light up as she grabs it from him, shaking it a little so the beads clack together and the googly eyes wonk out. “You got my card.”

Mulder stares at her stupidly, for a long enough time to make it weird and her self-conscious.

“Missy helped me make it,” she shrugs, setting the card back down. She is so bad at faking nonchalant. “She’s very artistic.”

“I didn’t get one for you,” he blurts out. And then Scully’s the one eyeing him oddly.

“You didn’t have to, it was a spur of the moment…” she trails off, smiling widely as he takes the card back in his hand and traces the stars with his fingertips. “Let’s turn the lights off to see them glow.”

She gets up to flick the switch and turns around to find him leaning back in his chair, his tiny grin just barely illuminated by the glowing green of the stickers.