#woohoo?

[anime-to-the-t]

It's my 14 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[can-died-violet]

[trypo-p]

I was wondering when that seasonal depression was going to kick in

[hatecraftslab]

They always say 'trans rights are human rights', 'gay rights are human rights', etcetera, etcetera. That's all well and good, go ahead and have your rights, I myself reserve the right to hate everyone equally. But are they monster rights? I have two of them living rent-free in my castle and I need to know there won't be an angry mob if all of a sudden I have to build one of them a husband.

[themagicalghost]

I don't remember getting this

[thescullyphile]

Contact

The Scully tie-in with 'Touch'

Growing up in the Scully clan, touch was an easy thing. No one escapes a childhood in a family of six with their personal bubble intact, and Scully was no exception. Perfunctory complaints ignored, Melissa would wrap her in a hug, or Charlie would kiss her cheek, and all was right in the world.

College was different. Scully didn’t notice it at first, reserved enough that not having near-strangers hug her didn’t really seem like much of a loss. But as she blazed through her undergrad, competent and studious for all who cared to look, she found herself writing letters home she would never send and feeling deeply, profoundly lonely.

It was a hard feeling to shake when she let herself feel it, and no matter how long she lived with it, as hard as she tried, it never quite became normal. Every touch struck a chord now, instead of being a single passing note. Did everyone else feel that way? Touch became uncertain, volatile, an aching reminder of both home and her current isolation, and consequently, she fought to ignore it. Irrationally, Scully felt ashamed for needing anything, and the infrequency of her interactions only served to make her more self-conscious of her desires.

Her most jealous possession she rationed carefully, afraid she might run out, each touch meaning more than the last. A touch on the arm here, bumping shoulders together there, she passed out each touch only after careful analysis. What would the other person think? Only when her intentions were clear did she dare reach out, feeling uncomfortably sensitive and hyper-aware.

Then she met someone, someone who gave her what she was afraid to ask for and more. Someone who had clear intentions and took control and didn’t leave enough space between them for worry to grow. Yes, Waterston’s intentions were definitely clear.

And then they fell apart and Scully was left where she started.

For a few cynical days early in their partnership, Scully wondered if Mulder touched her to throw her off, to put her on edge. She didn’t doubt his skill as a profiler, could only guess at how dangerous he must be if the Bureau was going through the trouble of spying on their most discredited department, and a part of her wondered what he knew about her (and what he would do if he knew about her).

But then, one late night in Oregon, she surprised herself by hugging him first, and then she felt it. Felt him freeze, and then thaw in the moments that she passed hidden in his arms, and she knew he was just as lonely as she was.

It was easy to see the signs once Scully knew to look for them. His late office hours, the way that his touch was not premeditated, but rather instinctual. She saw it in the way his grasshopper knees tilted towards her as they gave reports to Skinner, and by the way his foot was somehow always, inexplicably, on her chair. He had no concept of personal space when he was tired and his eyes would track her arms and shoulders like he wanted to reach out and pull her to him. Touch became...easier. The more he anchored his hand on her back, the more Scully came to expect it, and he gave her something she had spent years trying to forget that she needed.

It was a rebirth, in a way. She slowly reached out a little more, ruffled his hair and grabbed his arm when she walked down icy steps. And when she choked on the need to touch him, to reassure herself that he was there, and she was there, and they both were okay, he was always one step ahead of her, setting his head on her shoulder and her mind at ease.

—

Years later, they lie more together than apart, freshly clingy in light of their new relationship and neither finding a problem with it. It’s like her body was made to know his, and she is sweetly complicit when he pulls her into his lap and kisses her shoulder when she’s trying to cook dinner. It’s his new favorite thing to do, to latch his arms around her waist and sit her on his knee, one of the few times they’re close to seeing eye to eye, and she knows it’s been driving him crazy that she won’t let him do it at the office.

As intuitive as touch is for him, it is intentional for Scully. It’s hard for her to be carefree, even after all these years, and casually touching Mulder still feels forbidden in some ways. Mulder, thankfully, feels differently, simultaneously brazen and shy, asking if something is okay while also having the look of a guilty puppy. He doesn’t feel worthy, but he can’t stop either.

He asks if she will hold him, avoiding her eyes, and there is only one thing she can think to do. She pulls him into her like pulling in a part of herself, and she holds him like he had held her so many years before. He is stiff for fear of rejection, and crumbles rather than thaws in the face of her insistence. When she feels a few hot tears on her chest, she holds him closer, and she doesn’t let go.

[baelor-the-based]

Chapter Three Interview with a Werewolf

He watched her briefly – not transfixed just…well he didn't bloody well know what he was at this point – when he noticed movement out of the corner of his eye. It was a picture in the living room – his mother and father on their wedding day to be exact – which normally he wouldn't have given a second thought to. But with Isabeau mumbling about the rain again beside him, Remus became painfully aware that moving pictures were, in fact, not considered normal in the muggle world.

While Isabeau was distracted with drying herself, Remus took the opportunity to sneak away and quietly flip the picture down.

He then did so with four others in view.

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Obligatory: fuck JK Rowling. These characters are mine now.