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                                            You know that I was hoping,                           That I could leave this star-crossed world behind                                             But when they cut me open,                                             I guess I changed my mind.

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I NEED NEW URL IDEAS SO I CAN MOVE MULDER!! 

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okay folks, i’m alive. my life has been super hectic but since i’m actually really excited about x-files again and i’m not as busy lately i’m going to revamp mulder’s blog. a fresh start for my babe is the plan at the moment. until then you can find me at @doppelbroder and @forgiivenforget.

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Sorry, I haven't been on in forever. I fucked up my laptop and I am busy with school stuff. This week I'm gonna be at my Granny's while my laptop is getting fixed. But I promise I'll be back to write soon. ( If I'm not back on this account I'll be making a new one for Mulder soon. )

[beenhackedanyway]

I am always some degree of horny.

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SIGHS LOUDLY. life has been hectic. i’m sorry for not being around as much as i’d like but i’m sorta here now. i might do some more replies, but i’m mostly going to lurk. 

[velociractor-deactivated2019081]

this isn’t my 500 followers giveaway but that’s not gonna be out for a few days so here is. a tiny cute thing i feel like doing in the meanwhile so let me live

THE THING    ● prize: shitty cute pixel sprites as illustrated above + under the cut    ● five winners    ● two people win Big Sprites    ● three people win Lil Sprites

THE RULES    ● must be followin me    ● no personal blogs    ● winners will be picked tomorrow night aka June 9th at 10pm GMT

and now some examples of the tinies u could win. they cute

Keep reading

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SCULLY.

                 “No, Mulder. I’m not going to let you drive home like this,” Scully says firmly, keeping her arms crossed over her chest. In different circumstances, she might have laid her hand on his shoulder, but the burning memory of his fingers in places they shouldn’t be led her to second-guess the interaction and stay aloof and stand inappropriately far away.

Just because she’s not inclined to entertain his physical affections, doesn’t mean that she suddenly doesn’t care about his safety and well-being. Just because he’s drunk and couldn’t keep his hands in his pockets, doesn’t mean that they’ve suddenly stopped being friends.                      “If you want me to drive you back, I can, but you’re, um,                      probably better off staying here.” She’s only had one drink, but that’s enough to give her pause when it comes to driving.                                 If she had consumed any more than that, she probably                                would have let him do as he wanted, without protestation.

He’s sheepish now, ducking his head slightly with a soft sigh, maybe he shouldn’t have done what he did; confessing his love in such a way. Then again if he had done it any differently she would have brushed it off like she always does.

A hand comes up to scratch at his eyebrow, a nervous tick of his; one of many honestly. “I’ll leave in the morning.” He says it so softly he’s barely sure she would hear it.

                        “Where do you keep your extra blankets?”

It’s not as if he hadn’t thought about what Scully wanted too, he’s just selfish.

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ZELLER.

A soft snort at the other’s reply. He’d heard of the guy’s workaholic habits amongst plenty other things– like him being completely bat- shit crazy. Zeller couldn’t deduce his level of sanity just yet, but the FBI must have some use for him if they kept him around. He lifted his hand in a “thanks but no thanks” gesture at Mulder’s offer of sunflower seeds, then furrowed his brows at the number of shells littering his desk.

          “We were, but I decided to stick around to finish it tonight.            Didn’t have anything going on, so I thought ‘what the hell.’”

His lips pursed as they lapsed back into uncomfortable silence. He usually didn’t have trouble communicating with colleagues, but he’d heard more of Mulder than he‘d heard from him. From what he’s heard, he didn’t care for the guy.

          “The, uh– John Doe’s toxicology test found traces of a muscle            relaxant in his system. That’s probably what was used to incap-            acitate him while he was bled to death. The cut on his neck and            the ones on his wrists suggest the use of a scalpel.”

All else fails, talk business.

“Or sharp claws. Then again, I’m not the guy that did the autopsy.” He sounds like a fucking nut, but that’s usual according to almost everyone that works with or has heard of Mulder. Hence then nick- name Spooky. That awkward silence was back, but Mulder was busy going through his filing cabinet.

Speaking again he looks up at Zeller and gives a small nod. “Thank you for bringing the files down. You don’t have to stay and keep me company, Zeller. Unless you’d like to, then go ahead.”

Mulder never had problems with communicating with colleagues either but this was a little bit more awkward than usual. Maybe it’s the lack of sleep or the fact Zeller came down not thinking anyone would be here.

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JESSICA

          “She…has.”

There is this hesitation–      he’s been mentioned,      but perhaps she is far      too often caught up in      other things to remember      the names of Dana’s co-      workers– as she leans back into the chair.

     “I just don’t have        the greatest of        memories.  It is        possible she’s        mentioned that.”

Jessica reaches over and takes a couple of seeds, nodding a slight thanks.

     “That is nice of you– the being polite.        I can see how that would be helpful.”

“I’m always polite,” he chuckles softly, leaning back into the chair. Just watching her for a few moments before speaking again.

          “How do you and Dana know each other?”

He’s honestly was just curious. He’s never met many of Scully’s friends if any at all.

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i have no access to my icons at the moment, but i will be finishing all my drafts today and putting them in my queue.

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i am here i am queer and i have liek 15 drafts.

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if u ever think im not talking to u or constantly dropping convos with u bc i hate u consider this:

my anxiety/avoidance 

i literally do not hate anyone and have literally never hated anyone

my inability to focus on anything for too long (i have like three movies i sitll havent finished watching)

im busy

im sad

i got distracted by dance videos on youtube

im sleeping

i have nothing to respond back with

u dont initiate/carry conversations enough for me to do anything

i probably forgot to reply really or just have nothing to say

i want to talk to u but i think u feel like ur obligated to talk to me and so i dont want to burden u with my presence

i kno im overeager to talk about stuff people dont care about and have really specific interests that i have trouble straying out of and a lot of the time i just end up monologuing so i try never to talk about anything i like ever

my memory sucks and i’ll forget we already talked about something and bring it up again and im scared that i do that a lot so i try never to bring anything up

im not v fun or interesting or anything im sorry

people make fun of my typos and misworded things a lot and it makes me not want to talk

i ?? am scared of making u sad/mad bc i suck at talking to people

im scared that i will like u too much and will loose u after i have become attached bc that has happened to me too many times to count

generally i just dont want to bother/upset anyone sob

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She has to leave now anyways…Might as well tell him.”I’m uh… I’m a demon… Like Angels and Demons… The black eyes only come out when I’m really pissed… and you can guess the rest..”Wincing a bit realizing she probably was rambling.

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A chuckle and Mulder looked up at her, shaking his head a little bit. “Holy water would be a good thing to have on hand now, right?” Completely deadpan, it was hard to tell he was joking.

[furyaan-a]

   ❝Don’t know him. Try putting up seeking posters? Heard they do well.❞ Unflinching, voice was filled with a MOCKING SARCASM, head twisted as brows arched. ❝Asking questions and reaching for your gun don’t spell out COMFORT, either.❞

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“He’s not a dog, don’t think they’ll work. Besides most of the police stations already have the details.” God, maybe he should lighten up. He removed his hand from the holster and settled for his hands resting in his jacket pockets. 

            “Sorry, it’s just we think he has vital information to our case.”

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                    “I’m not your life coach, Mulder.” She shouldn’t have to deal with picking up the shattered pieces of his childhood and curbing  the influenced behavior.  Not that she doesn’t occasionally offer critique, but she prefers to deal with it on her own terms and not his. 

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                      “No you’re not.”

She shouldn’t but she is, isn’t she? Everyone has to deal with the after affects of his childhood, the loss of his sister, his obsessions with finding her and finding the truth. He hasn’t realized how much he’s put everyone else through and what it’s costed them.

                          He’s reckless.

[ofrabbithearts-deactivated20150]

bad luck ? not that she remembered —- “ here. it’s not bad luck, unless you’re looking for misfortune. ”

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                     “--i don’t go looking for misfortune, but it usually                     finds me.”

his fingers linger on the cover of her spell book and he shuddered softly before he opened it.