#this is uhm

[cricketysplitt]

reminder that you're loved

mfbdgsg thank uu !!

[stibnitewires]

do NOT ask me about ggy or patient 46 because i WILL begin ranting

[allweknowisnow]

Making jokes about how your friendgroup is gonna turn into a polycule is all fun and games until three of you end up falling for the same person at once and now all of a sudden it's not funny anymore.

[bwoahtastic]

After the pic of Juan and Callum I can imagine or a sad/insecure kiwi or a sad/insecure stonian baby, or maybe both

jajsjsjsjsjsjs IT WAS TOO TEMPTING I HAD TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR IT

“Marcus? Where are you baby?” Callum called out as he entered their shared apartment. When he got no answer, Callum frowned and slowly made his way to the bedroom, where he found Marcus sitting on the bed, the Kiwi staring at his phone.

“Hey darling.” Callum greeted, crawling onto the bed and pressing a kiss to Marcus’s cheek

“He called you his princess.” is the greeting he got in return. Callum frowned.

“What are you talking about?” he asked, nudging his shoulder against Marcus’s. Marcus sighed and briefly brought his eyes up to meet the Brit’s, before pointing at the Instagram comments on his phone.

“Juan, he called you a princess.” he whispered. Callum settled on the bed more comfortably, trying to pull Marcus close and frowning when the younger man pushed him away. 

“You are not his princess!” Marcus snapped, making Callum increasingly more confused. Everything suddenly clicked in Callum’s head and the Brit chuckled softly. 

“You’re jealous.” he whispered amusedly. Marcus shoved his chest.

“No.” he hissed impatiently, but his cheeks had flushed red. Callum chuckled.

“Can I be your princess though?” he asked softly, nuzzling Marcus’s cheek. The Kiwi still seemed weary, but allowed the touches now, snuggling into Callum a bit more.

“Yes.” he mumbled eventually. Callum just chuckled and tugged Marcus into a deep kiss.

~~~

Jüri nervously chewed on the rope of his hoodie, looking at the post. He was sitting in the tiny attic, having opened the hatch door and climbed the rickety ladder to the top. His legs were still sticking out from the opening as he was just sitting on the edge. He had hidden away here after seeing the posts, knowing that Juan couldn’t come here in his wheelchair. Juan had been yelling for him from downstairs and had even called him on his phone, but Jüri ignored him.

Jüri looked up when he heard commotion, before winching as he saw Juan stumbled down the hallway, hopping on one leg with a pained expression on his face. Jüri shot down the stairs instantly and wrapped an arm around Juan’s waist to support him.

“Are you insane?!” Jüri gasped, helping Juan to the spare bedroom and making him sit down on the edge. Juan huffed.

“You weren’t answering to anything, I thought you had gotten yourself hurt!” he argued back. Jüri sighed, feeling stupid.

“I... I didn’t get hurt.” he mumbled. Juan frowned.

“Then what is it? You only hide here when you’re upset!” he said. Jüri shrugged half-heartedly.

“You called Callum a princess.” he mumbled. “I got upset because you never call me that.” he added, looking anywhere but Juan’s face. Juan snorted out a laugh.

“Oh honey. I might call him a princess, but you are my queen.” he chuckled, before pulling Jüri into a gentle kiss

[baronessblixen]

After much encouragement, I turned the incorrect quickie/quiche convo into a fic. You know me so you know this is fluff. It’s a post-ep for “Millennium”.

Tagging @today-in-fic

Word Salad

He's like a puppy she needs to keep an eye on. 

Mulder.

With his arm in a sling, he is a perfect picture of pity. Her mother awwed when she lay eyes on him as she opened the door. Mulder wasn’t an expected guest at her mother’s New Year’s Day afternoon tea party, but he is a loved one. Her friends treat him like a long lost child who needs to be fed and pampered. They've been here for two hours and Mulder hasn't been without food since. Every time she checks on him, he's munching on cake, on cookies, on whatever he is given. 

"Have you taken your meds?" she asks him in a whisper, touching his elbow to get his attention. In a room full of chattering old ladies, she is fully aware that she and Mulder are a spectacle. He's been introduced as her work partner though she doubts anyone believes it. After seven years, they are so much more. After last night, they definitely are. Warmth shoots into her cheeks and she hopes no one, including Mulder, will notice.

"I have," he promises, chewing.

"What are you eating?"

"Cheesecake."

"Have you had any real food, Mulder?"

He rolls his eyes. "Yes, doc. Have you?" The way he looks her up and down makes her flush all over. It's only now that she realizes she hasn't. All day she's kept an eye on Mulder. Her stomach rumbles and answers for her. Mulder beams at her, a soft, dopey smile.

"Let me get you something," he says and stuffs the last of his cheesecake into his mouth. A crumb ends up on his cheek, close to the corner of his mouth. Scully wipes it away, smiling gently. For a moment she forgets they're not alone. Mulder thanks her before he walks over to the small buffet her mother has set up. 

"Do you want grapes?" Mulder asks her from across the room. The constant chattering drowns out his voice and Scully decides to join him instead. But she's not quick enough.

"Do you want a quickie?" The room falls silent, Scully is certain of it. or maybe it’s because her ears are ringing. Did he really just - she stares at a completely clueless Mulder. 

"Ex-excuse me?" she stammers, afraid to turn around and face her very Catholic mother and her very Catholic friends. Never mind that they haven’t had any sex yet. Neither a long night full of hot, passionate sex nor a quickie. Leave it to Mulder to bring sex to the table. Or the buffet, as it is. 

She should have left him at home after all.

"A quickie," Mulder repeats, his voice softer now that she's closer to him, "one of those cake things." He points at the little quiches that sit on her mother's silver platter.

"It's pronounced quiche!" Scully says through her teeth, relief flooding her. Of course, he is talking about food. He hasn’t talked about anything but food today. But now the damage is done and Scully doesn’t dare to turn around and face the room. Ever again. 

"Oh," is Mulder's response as he takes one, sniffs it and puts it into his mouth. "Better than a quickie," he says, flaky crumbs falling from his lips, grinning.

Part of her is angry. So angry. But the feeling doesn't last, evaporates quickly. All she sees is Mulder with his rumpled hair, his arm in a sling, his lips beckoning. The lips she kissed last night.

Love.

She loves this man. Oxford-educated, oblivious Mulder who can't pronounce quiche. How could anyone not love him? He picks up another piece and offers it to her. 

"Fox," both Mulder and Scully turn around. It's old Mrs. Kupchek, her mother's 70-year-old neighbor and church companion. "Would you be a dear and bring me a quickie, too?"

A moment of silence follows before the tension breaks and they all laugh. Mulder smiles at Scully as if proud of his work. His fingers brush hers in a promise when he hands her a small quiche. 

Scully bites into the treat as Mulder walks over to Mrs. Kupchek, a plate of quiche in hand. The old woman pats his cheek lovingly, chattering away. Mulder nods and listens, doesn’t say no when he’s offered another quiche.

She sighs, smiling. 

[prettylittleliarsxxxx]

[leifsmagicam]

hey chat may we ask which one would look cute on.. a baby dragon?

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bonnet 1 (white w pink bow)

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Voting ended onSep 10, 2025