It's 2024 I'm really going to need an OG artie stan where are they now
the woman is the king, part 9
summary: a throughline of the matriarchal scullys; be they ethereal, sharp-witted, and ill-omened.
part 1: melissa / part 2: dana / part 3: emily / part 4: scully / part 5: samantha (the interlude) / part 6: them / part 7: maggie / part 8: maggie, part 2
part 9: maggie, part 3
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A scenic walking trail and two pairs of thrift store hiking boots blossoms into their first mutual hobby. Scully sees the benefit of a daily exercise regimen. She still acknowledges the possibility she just appreciates his display of athleticism in cut-off running shorts.
Mulder breaks into a vigorous run with her on his back. She squeals his name, tightening her grip around his neck. A scraped-up knee may be an indication of her skill level; she encircles his waist with her uninjured leg.
While Mulder unlocks the door, Scully rests her cheek between his shoulder blades, and allows him to deposit her on the kitchen counter. It is nothing more than a completely superficial surface scrape; it barely requires a bandage. He still gives it a thorough cleaning with cool water and flashes her small smiles of reassurance.
He dusts his hands together, admiring his work. “My hero,” she praises him. She wraps her arms around his neck to meet his lips. She discovered within three days of their arrival that his earlier jest to defile this place was wholly serious.
She cannot actually complain about his voraciousness. She endured the same unending dry spell he did. While quickly rectified upon reuniting, Scully nor Mulder could deny an ever-present fear of federal agents barging through the door. Not exactly an aid for soul-stirring romance.
“I have things to do, Mulder,” she mumbles between kisses with her hands cupped over his jaw. He grumbles his disbelief that anything else could be so pressing. “We’re almost out of clean clothes...it takes forever to do everything by hand...”
“You’ve been injured,” he purrs. He masterfully tongues a hypersensitive nerve underneath her ear; she melts into the cabinets. His mouth momentarily unoccupied, he continues, “Gotta kiss it. Make it better.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Her intention to play along becomes very clear. He nods at her dreamily and drops to a kneel at her feet. She forgets about her knee instantly.
sometimes i think i need to rejoin fandom culture because my niche interests are not landing in real life
big life update for my followers that have been around since the glee days (and therefore my entire teaching career), i accepted a promotion to lead teacher at my job and it’s actually going well!!
i’m trying to fix my sleep schedule before i go back to work in 2 weeks and on 24 hours of no sleep i’m ready to put every tiny ridiculous headcanon and half formed fic idea into one singular chapter of my wip
the woman is the king, part 8
summary: a throughline of the matriarchal scullys; be they ethereal, sharp-witted, and ill-omened.
part 1: melissa / part 2: dana / part 3: emily / part 4: scully / part 5: samantha (the interlude) / part 6: them / part 7: maggie
part 8: maggie, part 2
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No more than two days in a motel is their first self-imposed rule to protect their identities. After 36 hours at the Leisure Inn, she spreads a map across the bedspread.
Already clocking hundreds of miles trapezing across the Southwest, Scully is tired of the long stretches of desert. Mulder sits behind her, tracing his finger from their current location near Salt Lake City, and up toward the state of Washington. He stops a few inches short of Seattle.
“That’s a little populated, don’t you think?”
When running from the law, an ideal location boasts less than five thousand people. Scully once found the unforthcoming communities of a small town infuriating. She now takes the silence of the populous as an advantage.
“It wouldn’t be Seattle proper,” Mulder amends. “I have a contact in the area with a cabin. I’ve stayed there before.”
An interconnected community of like-minded people, as Mulder would explain, have fed him information for years. He categorizes his contacts as creditable allies. Scully wonders where these people source their information to gain their expertise and resources. She heeds their abilities with caution.
He attractively describes not-Seattle-proper by recounting his memories of a lake view, an impressively restored stone fireplace, and unequivocable privacy. It only takes an hour to map their route and pack their gear into the SUV.
i’m at the point in my summer break where i’ve regained enough of my sparkle to be inspired to write again
to all my remaining glee followers im like seriously rewatching glee for the first time since the show ended and seeing it through an adult lens (and also as an educator) is wild
please explain to me why so many gen z glee tiktokers think honesty is the best artie solo
every school in my area is closed because of a blizzard but my job decided to have us come in then decide two hours later to send us home at noon when the snow was going to be at its worst then change their mind an hour later to “leave when we’re ready” please explain the logic
i’ve written over 1400 words for the next part of my fic and after being so depressed i could barely string 2 words together that’s huge and i think by the time it’s finished it could easily be double that
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the woman is the king, part 7
summary: a throughline of the matriarchal scullys; be they ethereal, sharp-witted, and ill-omened.
part 1: melissa / part 2: dana / part 3: emily / part 4: scully / part 5: samantha (the interlude) / part 6: them
part 7: maggie
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Her oldest, her Billy, inherited many qualities from her late husband, but a less reserved nature. With a much quicker temper, and the vagueness of Dana’s letter, Maggie expected his phone call.
She only listens. William referred to them as the oil and water of their brood; never any use in trying to mix them. Even when a mother is always trying to keep peace among her children.
“She lets people ruin her life,” Bill very nearly froths. She worries for her son’s heart and an untimely demise akin to her husband’s if he doesn’t get his temper under control. “How can you sit here and be so indifferent while Dana allows that man to steal away her goddamn future yet again, Mother?”
Maggie shakes a colander full of strawberries from her garden of their excess water over the sink with the phone wedged between her ear and her shoulder. “Your father would roll in his grave if he heard you use the Lord’s name when you speak about your sister,” she scolds him. Bill only mumbles an excuse. She thinks he expects, eventually, he will get her to take a side, his side, as he always has.
Billy is a strong, successful military man, with achievements and commendations, and still, he could never let his little sister win. As children, he stormed off during board games, and pushed her off her bike when she finished first in races, but Maggie wonders what he intends to win if Dana were to leave her life with Fox.
“This isn’t like Melissa running off to California for six months,” he finally sighs.
She avoids the subject any further.
the woman is the king, part 7
summary: a throughline of the matriarchal scullys; be they ethereal, sharp-witted, and ill-omened.
part 1: melissa / part 2: dana / part 3: emily / part 4: scully / part 5: samantha (the interlude) / part 6: them
part 7: maggie
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Her oldest, her Billy, inherited many qualities from her late husband, but a less reserved nature. With a much quicker temper, and the vagueness of Dana’s letter, Maggie expected his phone call.
She only listens. William referred to them as the oil and water of their brood; never any use in trying to mix them. Even when a mother is always trying to keep peace among her children.
“She lets people ruin her life,” Bill very nearly froths. She worries for her son’s heart and an untimely demise akin to her husband’s if he doesn’t get his temper under control. “How can you sit here and be so indifferent while Dana allows that man to steal away her goddamn future yet again, Mother?”
Maggie shakes a colander full of strawberries from her garden of their excess water over the sink with the phone wedged between her ear and her shoulder. “Your father would roll in his grave if he heard you use the Lord’s name when you speak about your sister,” she scolds him. Bill only mumbles an excuse. She thinks he expects, eventually, he will get her to take a side, his side, as he always has.
Billy is a strong, successful military man, with achievements and commendations, and still, he could never let his little sister win. As children, he stormed off during board games, and pushed her off her bike when she finished first in races, but Maggie wonders what he intends to win if Dana were to leave her life with Fox.
“This isn’t like Melissa running off to California for six months,” he finally sighs.
She avoids the subject any further.
in a representation of my mental state i’ve been listening to glee music for the first time in probably years and my hot take is songs from season 2 and season 4 appear to have the most longevity as far as listenability for me
probably like 2 months ago i saw this tiktok that truly made me have a revelation about my romantic/sex life and it’s been so extremely freeing for me BUT i'm also finding these really fascinating intricacies to it and honestly i love that for me
ok i could go into my whole chronic pain story (i did type it out but deleted it) but do any of my followers have any experience with trigeminal neuralgia or glossopharyngeal neuralgia?