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I have never heard of these women of who you speak? *burns holiday pictures moves house*

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Who are my associates meme

I mean... while part of me would find this funny (and of course be influenced in favour of Netflix shows, monarchs and not dating David Duchovny), I’m hoping for some deep Chis Carter shade that also serves as an answer to “When will you agree to S12″ before anyone opens their mouthses.

And then “NO MEANS NO CHRISTOPHER” on the back. These are also great shirts for a mic drop ya know?

Thanks nonny!

Honestly having had some of the same loud voices now trashing Duchovny try and take me down/ruin my reputation/do whatever it was they got up to last year, I’ve realised that the most meaningful thing any of us can do on here is try and connect to each other. Every fandom comes with a side of twisted and deluded, and giving that voice or trying to reason with it is a fool’s errand. If a person wants to dedicate their blog to saying awful things about someone they claim to be a fan of, or circulating an alternate reality as if it’s fact, then I can’t stop them, but I can make sure what I bring to the table is something different. Something that is authentically me and not based on anyone else’s persona or relationship. Perhaps that won’t make me the most “popular” or “trendy” blog on here, but it has made me a bunch of really, really wonderful friends. And with the series ending? That’s what I wanna walk away with. 

I’m not here to divide the fandom in to friends and enemies according to my beliefs, or make up ideals for celebs I don’t know to fall short of so I can trash them… I just wanna talk to some people about a show and see where that takes me.

yup! I want someone to write her a new play, something with a little comedy in the drama. I would ideally like Nick Hytner to direct it at The Bridge. Then I want Lady Macbeth, Three Sisters, Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf, maybe a gender flipped Julius Caesar or one of the Richards or Henrys. I’ll take anything though, And in super duper dream lala land one day she’ll reprise Blanche in my post-Streetcar script-ishpiece that I’ve had half-written in a drawer for a year

I am not nonny. I made it to Chicago, and am glad I did, but I enjoyed it because of the other fans, the chance to visit and amazing city, and to meet the fandom people I met. The panel for me was honestly kinda a let down, I get acute second hand embarassment, and almost crawled under my seat at some of the questions/awkwardness. Also, although the signing stuff can be fun, it can be stressful and rushed and a bit artificial and while it’s perfect for some people, it’s just not an environment where I thrive. I feel like I got my fill of the con set-up, there, and having been lucky enough to get my speedo signed and then super lucky to get a chance to really talk to Gillian informally on another occasion, I can’t see myself travelling just for a con again any time soon. I feel like I’ve had my go and that’s okay.

That said, if there’s another Chicago (half the fandom showing up) or an event in London with a Q&A (especially one with a pre-approved question list) I’d definitely consider attending/hosting another bash, even if I skipped the signing/VIP malarkey. I’d rather spend my money travelling to see philey-friends than on standing in line for a terrifying photo op…

 Really though I’m just hoping for some London theatre work from Ms Anderson, so I can admire her in her most beloved, and my longest-loved format.

I’m sorry :S I promise only to use photoshop for silly manips from now on! Scully takes up parkour anyone?

Oh don’t get me started nonny. Some nights I still lie awake and go though things I love about that show. It’s imperfect but god is it a thinker. The tumblr girls who have become some of my best IRL friends and I first hung out to hardcore critically analyse S1 Ep1 for two hours in Foyles cafe :’D We had notebooks. It was tragic. It was the best.

Gillian chose a fucking incredible part and delivered off the charts. I. 

Yeah. 

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We have stuff to talk about :p

She’d say thanks herself but she’s reclining and also can’t talk

Thank you, thank you, thank YOU nonny. Your message touched me and knowing something I wrote connected to a person is honestly the loveliest gift anyone could give me. YOU have a good week

Because we know that they would do (and have done) anything to make it work. They’ll beat death, take down the government, give anything and lose anyone to keep each other safe. And it’s still not enough.

That’s heartbreaking.

It’s a cruel exercise in narrative twist.

It defies logic. It defies what we know of them, because to let go of each other they betray themselves and everything they have given up for their truth. It hurts because to make it make sense, we have to shatter what was beautiful about before. To find a reason for their breakup, we have to destroy what was purest about them. 

It’s not a breakup so much as a total annihilation of two people we have been taught to love, and the love that holds them together. It changes everything. It is soul crushing

Oh my god I am sorry, me too! When I set out I really had not appreciated how many years of miserable separation I would have to write. ¾ was the worst because I also had PMS and I was literally messaging Flor like “babe, I can’t finish this without killing everyone”. Fortunately she told me to pause a couple days and… well it ended okay :’D. WHY CAN’T I JUST WRITE FLUFF AND SMUT! 

Or ship one of the many actually married skating couples? I just struggle with the “I’ve seen these two people on TV for approximately 6 minutes and now I KNOW they belong together” vibe. And they’re not characters either, I can understand the blurring of lines more when it’s a TV couple you have watched for decades, but these are athletes and real people who are being told, to their actual faces, that the public knows better than they what right for them romantically. I just think that it’s gone way too far. Everyone loves a good romance but peoples real life choices matter more than fantasy, and while I’m sure it seems harmless and I probably sound like a grumpy old lady, shaking a hockey stick and yelling shouting “get outta my sports” from her skating rink, I do have actual reasons for this.

I’ve had a close friendships with a guy sullied by other friends endless suggestions that we were gonna get together, and it was so uncomfortable, even though we knew it was well meant, that it affected our relationship. We were natural snugglers; we would get comfy to watch a movie, or dance sexy together in clubs or end up sitting close to talk at parties, just to hear over the music. Thes things were a part of why we bonded; we shared comfort, a love of CrazyInLove!Beyonce dance impersonation and a dislike of parties. We were friends. That was all. But to a few others it wasn’t and it spoiled things. We knew, had discussed, that we weren’t romantically compatible, we didn’t want the same things and weren’t sexually attracted to each other. We explained this, more and more firmly, as the side eyeing went on but eventually it was more effort to ignore the “now kiiiiissss” brigade than it was to just not touch each other, or dance, or talk like we used to. It sucked. It is part of why I don’t see him much any more. I miss having that relationship with a guy friend. 

Which is maybe why I’m super vigilant with myself/have a short window of letting it slide when it’s real people because in a small way, I’ve been in someone else’s fantasy relationship. And I didn’t like it. I can’t imagine how awful it would be to have that amplified by being a public figure and having the press jump on board too.

We don’t watch the men’s pairs luge going down the track ass to crotch and go, “man they’re snuggly. They must be fucking”, or judge boxers for intense eye contact, or assume partial artists in the middle of a pin are struggling not to kiss. It’s sport, and we recognise that physical closeness and connection are a skill. Obviously the artistry of the ice dance, the performative nature of it, adds a level of whimsy (and a story, eye contact and crescendoing dramatic music) which makes us go “ooh this is different. Check out that partner connection”. And we should, because that connection is why she trusts him to drop her as she’s spinning over his head at high speed, and he trusts her not to neuter him with a wayward skate. The connection matters, but not because it’s “love”. It matters because that is their team, the person they have committed to work with for years, to try and break a world record and win an Olympic gold. It matters because it enables them as athletes to be the best in the world, it matters because after twenty years of working together, as colleagues they have just done what was once a dream. And that partnerships is just as storybook wonderful as a love story. In fact it is a love story, because they have both chosen, repeatedly, to be there, and skate and work for the same goal. Friendship is love, it counts, and the insistence that to be wonderful it has to be romantic is bullshit. 

Romantic love is not the only valid or rewarding kind.Other relationships can be just as meaningful and important and this should be the perfect opportunity to celebrate that. Celebrate sport, teamwork, friendship, dedication, success and skill. That’s what the Olympics is for, and if you wanna scream about love and curling, watch The Bachelor Winter Sports.

I’mma cry :)

I sure plan to but I don’t think it will be tonight/ I had deluded hope that I could do 25 drabbles in a couple of hours but invariably it took a bit longer. I’ll hopefully get the second half up tomorrow :) And thanks again. It means the world when people tell me they enjoy my writing X

Thank you :)

Hehe yes - it is my intention to take it up to the present day I just had to go up and see my grandma for an hour so I figured I’d post the first few to start with :)

Thank you for your interest, it means a lot!

Held - TXF S7 Prompt

Post Signs and Wonders | MSR | Kinda as requested :)

It happened the way it usually did, a well-meant birthday dinner descending into a cross between confession and a courtroom drama but seated at the head of the table Maggie still can’t bring herself to regret inviting them all here. Hair only a shade redder than her cheeks, her younger daughter strains forward towards her brother, eyes bright with righteous fury in the face of overbearing assumption.

‘This had nothing to do with faith Bill. It was about control and fear and the twisting of a doctrine intended to help people to help only the killer.’ Bill should have known better than to try to joke about his little sister’s lapsed Masses in the context of a case she had very reluctantly shared.

‘And also Snakes.’ Mulder chimes in and she could swear he is enjoying this, face neutral but a wicked energy radiating from him. ‘There were a lot of snakes.’

‘Shut up Mulder.’ Both Scully children in unison and an octave apart.

‘I’m not denying there was a crime Dana,’ Bill continues, ‘But don’t you find it a conflict of interest to scrutinise a congregation, to make judgements about their faith for the purpose of a prosecution? Your investigation invaded a sanctuary, and you of all people should see that it’s not appropriate to investigate that way.’

Maggie opens her mouth to intervene, they’re careening out of debate and into the crisis zone where dessert goes to waste and frosty silences stretch until the next holiday forces a thaw. But she is too slow.

‘We were sent to catch a murderer Bill’ Mulder says. ‘Who better than Scully, someone respectful and educated in the ways of the Christian faith to sort the true believers from those who would abuse scripture to justify their personal evils? Without her it would just have been me, blundering in and trampling Holy Relics, blaspheming and messing up the scientific proof we needed to close the investigation with minimal disturbance to the community and their freedom to practice whatever faith they chose.’

Bill bristles and Maggie breathes. He’s done it again, put himself between the worst sides of both of her children, and it’s an opportunity her son does not pass up.