#Thanksgiving 2018

[hazeltail]

THANKSGIVING THROWBACK

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[tomhardymyking]

Today is 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐲 🙏🏻!

Here in Spain it's not celebrated, and I don't know if it is in the United Kingdom 🤔 Forgive my ignorance ����

This post will be to thank 𝗧𝗼𝗺 once again for his existence, for the way he is, and for his work (which is all wonderful) 🥰💖

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¡Hoy es el 𝐃𝐢𝐚 𝐝𝐞 𝐀𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐝𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐬 🙏🏻!

Aquí en España no se celebra, y no sé si en Reino Unido sí 🤔 Perdonad mi ignorancia 😅

Esta publicación será para agradecer a 𝗧𝗼𝗺 una vez más por su existencia, por cómo es, y por sus trabajos (que son maravillosos todos) 🥰💖

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[strictlyfavorites]

Happy Thanksgiving!

2018 Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade The Rockettes

Swimsuit model Emily Ratajkowksi spent Thanksgiving the way she knows best - in paradise wearing a cheetah-print bikini from her new bikini collection.

[something-tofightfor]

Smutsgiving 2023: Cranberry Sauce / Ezra

Pairing: Ezra x Female Reader (Root Pearl pairing)

Word Count: 2,107

Warning: M.

Author's Note: Who's surprised that Ezra's is the longest so far? Certainly not me. This one is a little ... different than the others, but it still fits.

Takes place in the Root Pearl universe, but is well after where the current storyline left off.

Smmary: Having a get together with Ezra's friends and former bandmates brings things to a boil.

You were nervous, even though you knew that you didn’t need to be. 

The three of you were on your way to a holiday gathering with Ezra and Cee, carefully wrapped dishes in the back of the car and a bottle of wine cradled between Ezra’s knees in the passenger seat.

“There won’t be too many people you do not know here today.” He reached over, squeezing your thigh. “I can feel how tense you are.” 

“It’s not the number of people, it’s … who's gonna be there.” Sighing, you turned down the side street. “Well, one specific person anyway.” 

“She won’t bother you.” Cee spoke up, leaning forward and poking her head between the seats. “And if she does, she’s going to have to say something to me too.” 

“Not necessary, Cee.” You mumbled the words but couldn’t hide your smile at her declaration, your gaze rising to the rearview mirror to meet hers. “But thank you.” 

“Any time.” She settled back, grinning. “And I mean it. What she did before the benefit was fucking awful, I don’t know why Luke’s family even invited her.” You didn’t either, but kept quiet. It wasn’t your place to speak up about Inumon, or her continued involvement with other people. And Ezra doesn’t want anything to do with her so that’s all that matters. 

His hand stayed on your leg until you parked. Even then he was reluctant to remove it, letting it linger there until you whispered his name, settling yours atop it and squeezing. 

But as the three of you headed for the front door, Cee leading the way and you and Ezra following close behind, he leaned over, speaking directly into your ear. “No matter what she says, remember who I am here with … and who I will be leaving with.” 

It didn’t need to be said, and part of you knew that Ezra probably wasn’t a fan of your unease and the resulting need to reassure you. But the fact that he was going out of his way to do it spoke volumes - and helped you to relax. 

Luke’s wife Tamzin welcomed you into the house with open arms, the woman hugging you tightly and following up with similar gestures for Ezra and Cee before she invited you to come and get what you brought settled in the kitchen - and on the tables. 

You agreed, leaning over to kiss Ezra on the cheek before following her, the man’s brown eyes locked on your face as you pulled away. 

Inumon wasn’t in the kitchen when you stepped into it, which was a relief. 

For the next twenty minutes, you and Tamzin made small talk as you transferred dishes and put them on the tables, checked things on the stove and in the oven, and positioned bottles of ale and wine for easy access. 

Once everything was done except for putting down names to denote seating, you went into the main room, a bottle of ale in hand. Your eyes zeroed in on Ezra, the man deep in conversation with one of the members of The Fringe and his wife, and then on Cee, the girl laughing with Luke’s son. But you also saw Inumon, sitting on the smaller couch across from Ezra and talking with someone you didn’t recognize, though she never looked away from the man while she spoke. Of course. Of course she’s in here. 

“I saved you a seat.” Ezra’s voice interrupted your thoughts, and when you made eye contact, you saw that he looked amused, one brow raised. “It’s next to mine, but I’m sure you won’t mind.” 

“Not at all.” you headed straight for him, lowering yourself onto the cushion and leaning forward to set the bottle down. “It’s my favorite place to be, actually.” His smile widened, and even though you saw Inumon’s eye roll, you paid no attention to her. 

But as luck would have it, she was seated across from you and Ezra at the table, the woman sliding into her seat before you did and looking up expectantly as you pulled your chair back. “We didn’t get a chance to say hello before.” You knew it was just her accent, but it felt like she was mocking you, one eyebrow arched and her lips set into a smirk between sentences as he toyed with the stem of her wine glass. “You -”

“Hey, Inumon.” Cee spoke up first, the girl walking directly behind her chair from the other room. “Long time, no…. Whoops.” You caught it - and you knew that Ezra had, too; the way Cee altered her path so that her footsteps carried her directly into contact with the back of the dark-haired woman’s chair. The impact jostled both of them, but only Inumon was bothered, the motion causing her hand to jerk, the contents of her full drink sloshing over the edge of the glass and onto the table - and her lap. “I’m so sorry. I hope it didn’t spill too much.” 

She barely contained her laughter when she continued to her seat, and you took great pleasure in watching Ezra press his lips together, eyebrows disappearing into the unruly mop of hair on his head as they shot up. Oh, Cee. Thank you. 

As Inumon mopped up her plate - and her bare forearm, Ezra and Cee settled in - Cee next to you on one side and Ezra on the other - conveniently placed at the end of the table so that he had ample room for the permanent prosthetic that he was still getting used to.

You made a mental note to thank Tamzin later, but then turned your attention to the head of the table, where one of the members of the Fringe had stood to make a toast. 

He covered many things, but when the speech got to the portion in remembrance of Damon and Luke, the room got even quieter. Without thinking you reached for Ezra and Cee’s hands, squeezing them in reassurance. You didn’t know who gripped you tighter - but it didn’t matter, because only moments later, the toast ended and the other guests began moving to pass around plates and serving dishes.

For a few minutes, the room was filled only with the sounds of people eating and conversing, and you let yourself relax as you enjoyed the meal, too. But the comfort was too good to last.

When Inumon spoke up, saying your name, you barely managed to keep from gritting your teeth. “You brought that canned cranberry, right?” 

“Yes.” Meeting her eyes, you nodded. “Mostly for myself because I’m used to having it, but I figured that maybe someone else would like it, too.” 

“Why?” She cocked her head to the side, staring at you. “Who would want something that’s not as good as the real thing.” What? You blinked, opening your mouth to reply, but she continued. “The original is always better.” Her eyes moved to Ezra and then back to you as she spoke. “Don’t you think so, Ezra? There’s no substitution for the best, for what people want. Things can’t just be replaced.” 

“What is best often happens to be subjective, Inumon.” He lifted a bite of food to his mouth, taking a deep breath and then sighing as he chewed. “For some people, it -”

“For example, you.” She leaned in, lowering her voice. When your attention flicked briefly to her friend, the other woman at least had the grace to look uncomfortable, her eyes darting around the table to ensure that no one was paying attention. But she’s not telling Inumon to stop. She’s not … “You can’t be replaced. You can’t take a backseat to a new guitar player and expect people to like it. What was the point of the transplant if you’re not going to use -”

“Enough.” Flattening your hands on the table, you ducked your head and leaned in, eyes locked on Inumon’s face and the snarl barely hidden from your voice. “Ezra is not a fucking side dish, Inumon. No one is trying to replace him or… or upgrade him, and my bringing Kevva-damned cranberry sauce in a can has nothing to do with anything.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing. You didn’t know him before. When he was….” She paused, squaring her shoulders and looking back at Ezra. “Himself. He never would have allowed anyone to -” 

“Inumon, don't you -” Cee started to speak but was interrupted when Ezra reached behind you and settled a hand on her shoulder, his head shaking. She stopped speaking at the his touch, but it wouldn’t be so easy for you. 

“He’s still himself, you racasmilia, and he always will be.” You scoffed. “You didn’t have any issue with him or his choices when you released those pictures, did you?” She opened her mouth, but you continued, keeping your voice as low as you could without making it impossible for her to hear you. “And I’m not missing anything, Inumon. Because I wouldn’t care if he never picked up a guitar or a microphone ever again. There’s more to him than his fucking musical career.” 

Mumbling the words “excuse me” to Ezra and Cee, you pushed away from the table and headed into the kitchen, ignoring the watchful eyes of the others in the room, though you saw sympathy in Tamzin’s expression. But you invited her so this is your fault, too. 

The door swung shut behind you, and once alone you closed your eyes, taking a deep breath. I cannot believe her. How dare she … But when you released the breath, you realized that it wasn’t about you and your feelings - it was about Ezra, and the way that the woman’s words and assumptions were likely making him feel. 

It had been months of careful progress with him - throughout his physical therapy and the learning process that came with using his temporary prosthetic. The permanent one had been a whole new adventure and even though he was more confident than he had been immediately after surgery, there were still times he doubted himself. And this can’t help, it… 

Gasping when you felt someone wrap their arms around you from behind, you froze, only relaxing when you smelled Ezra’s cologne, your hands moving to cover his forearms. “I’m sorry, Ezra. I shouldn’t have -”

“Turn around.” It was only two words but you complied immediately, spinning to face him, ready to continue your apology. 

He didn’t let you, the man surging forward and colliding with you, his motion carrying you a few steps backward before you caught your balance, arms winding around his neck. “Ezra, wh -”

“No one has ever stood up for me that way and meant it. You have my unending gratitude.” He spun you so that your back was to the door and then urged you toward it, his hands sliding to your hips to guide you. “So few people see me as more than -”

“I do.” You whispered the words, stroking your thumb over his cheek. “And I’ve been looking for a reason to go off on that -”

He kissed you hard then, moving even closer and caging you in against the door, palms pressed against the painted wood. You let him, closing your eyes and sinking into it, lips parted - and Ezra took full advantage, his tongue sliding between them and meeting yours at the same time his hips jerked forward, a quiet moan escaping from deep in his throat.

You knew that sound - and knew it well, and even though it took every ounce of self control you possessed, you pushed him away, gasping for breath. “Ezra, we’re in someone else’s kitchen, and there are fifteen -”

“You think I care?” He leaned in again, nipping at your lower lip. “Because I certainly do not. And right now, the only thing I’m thinking about is you and how much I want to -” 

You didn’t care either.

But in the interest of the people there that weren’t Inumon, you groaned and put one hand on the center of his chest, mumbling his name. He’s making this so damn hard. “If Cee wasn’t out there, I’d consider it.” 

That made him laugh, Ezra briefly pressing his forehead to yours before he stepped away, sighing. “Understood.” He lifted his right hand one more time, cupping your cheek without hesitation and pulled you in for a gentler kiss, letting it linger. “And I meant it before. Thank you.” 

“Any time, Ezra.” You squeezed his hip and then slipped out from beneath his arm, reaching for the doorknob. “Now let’s go back out there and finish dinner. The sooner we eat, the sooner we can go back to your place.” 

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[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

The Lord Reigns!

The earth and the sky should be happy! The people of all nations should say, ‘The LORD rules as king!’ — 1 Chronicles 16:31 | EasyEnglish Bible 2018 (EASY) EasyEnglish Bible Copyright © MissionAssist 2019 - Charitable Incorporated Organisation 1162807. All rights reserved. Cross References: 1 Chronicles 16:30; Psalm 47:8; Psalm 93:1; Psalm 96:10; Isaiah 44:23; Isaiah 49:13

[supernightboy08]

My ALL TIME favorite Holiday Movies:

1. The Nightmare Before Christmas (1993)

2. Free Birds (2013)

3. How The Grinch Stole Christmas (2000)

4. The Grinch (2018)

5. The Polar Express (2004)

6. A Christmas Carol (2009)

[gen-is-gone]

World's most half-assed perfunctory grace said by all the lapsed catholics in this room and now we can finally put red chile on the mashed potatoes :)

[remembertheplunge]

Thanksgiving Alone

Party of One. p. 116

3/5/2015

“The mind awaiting inspiration must be primed ever awake, aware. For this, it is best off alone”

My margin note to above:

11/26/2018 Monday 7:14am

I just spent the majority of the Thanksgiving holiday alone. I in-joyed (enjoyed).

The masses drown in the crush of family and of Black Friday.

I was at peace on Life’s edges: Jails, Gyms and Coffee Houses.

(The mystery and I danced)

[lionblaze03-2]

Yknow guys. I have my moments but honestly I’m really glad to be alive and get to experience this beautiful world... like the birds outside my window or my beloved beast bella (there is an animal!!! In my house!!! And she LOVES me!!!) and getting to see my best friend and watching tv and movies together and engaging with media and taking long car rides. Life is so beautiful and I’m so glad I never forget it too long. Every little thing that makes you feel joy is a reason to be on this earth, so cherish every last one, because you deserve it. You deserve to feel how beautiful the world can be. Even if it sucks dick sometimes. Sometimes everything sucks and then you see a cardinal out the window competing with another for a female and everything’s okay again. Theres joy in every day, so please go out there and feel it as hard as you can, embrace everything that makes you happy. Live. We deserve it.

[jonnysinsectcatalogue]

Insects as Food - Fried Crickets/Orthopterans

We continue to explore the insect world of Asia thanks to a very dear friend of mine and her yearlong travels. With this weekend being Thanksgiving in Canada, today's post offers a new glimpse in the interaction between insects and humans for this blog: eating insects for food. I've received little detail from SaraLi about insect consumption in Myanmar (she didn't partake), but my own research suggests that Mandalay and Yangon have a solid reputation for the Antlion's share of cooking Crickets in marketplaces like these. It's an interesting aspect of culture to observe. In Myanmar, the cooked Crickets are called "payit kyay" (ပုရစ်ကြေ). The technique is to fry them with aromatics by the handful until crispy (as can be seen in Picture 2) and then allow them to cool so they can either be packaged or sold directly. The bulk of the meat comes from the body, so the legs, wings and antennae must be discarded, and the guts are removed prior to cooking. The process is quite similar to the preparation of shrimp when you think about it. It might seem strange and even unsettling to eat insects, but they can offer a surprising amount of nutritional value! On the whole, they tend to be rich in carbs and protein, with plump specimens adding fat content. Now, does that mean I think we should switch production completely from livestock and poultry to insects?

Of course not. However, the idea can be entertained to supplement our nutrition with foods like this and ease the strain of livestock production and the resources it uses. Assuming of course that the insects are grown healthily and there are no problems as a result. A practice like "payit kyay" wouldn't fly in Canada as the insects here (likely) aren't reared by those cooking them, but are caught from the wild. I'm sure great care is taken to discard unhealthy specimens, but there is always a risk if the insects are caught rather than reared, where conditions are more "controlled". Furthermore, when it comes to insect eating, not all insects are palatable. I've spoken at length before about insects that eat toxic plants and become toxic themselves, rendering them unsuitable to eat, but other realities emerge the deeper you look. Hairy Caterpillars should be avoided since their hairs can irritate a digestive tract; heavily armored insects have shells that offer little in terms of taste; insects that feed on decaying matter or carrion pose a major health risk in the form of parasites or infection; some adult insects offer little in terms of meat while others are too risky to rear (Hymenopterans come to mind) for eating.

Orthopterans seem to be a good compromise and they seem to have a good reputation in terms of flavor and as an alternate source of protein. We're still a long way from insects being integrated into our culture like this, so maybe looking at Myanmar can offer us some insight for how we can proceed, if Canada chooses to go down this road (to reiterate, as an opportunity to supplement and not replace). Furthermore, every now and then opportunities present themselves to give insects a try and overcome any squeamishness. On a personal note, I did try roasted Termites at the Taste of Toronto a few years ago. They made for a good bite-size snack by the handful with the right seasonings (you can literally eat them and their eggs like popcorn), but it's not quite popcorn chicken.

Pictures were taken on November 19, 2018 in Myanmar with a Google Pixel. Enjoy a wonderful Thanksgiving and hope there are wonderful meals to enjoy with your family or friends. As per tradition, I'll be leaning towards turkey rather than Termites. Celebrate in thanks.

[extemporaneousmusings]

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[tedthetalk]

Genuinely crazy that I’m still mutuals with the person who messaged me to be encouraging when I was being depressed about not being as close to my old friends like 6 months after starting this blog. That���s like 4 or 5 years and we’ve talked maybe twice since. Internet equivalent of having the same commute as someone

[reasoningdaily]

My former U.S. Track and Field teammate Tori Bowie, who was found dead in her home in Florida on May 2, of complications related to childbirth at 8 months pregnant, was a beautiful runner. She was effortless. At the Rio Olympics, I ran the second leg of the 4 x 100 relay. Tori was the anchor. When she got the baton, I remember thinking, “it’s over.” She just accelerated. When she crossed the finish line, I couldn’t wait to run over to her to celebrate. It was her first, and only, Olympic gold medal.

She also picked up a silver (in the 100-m) and bronze (200-m) in Brazil. The next year, at the 2017 World Championships in London, Tori won the 100-m title, earning the title of “world’s fastest woman.” Tori started out as a long jumper. So seeing her thrive as a sprinter was a huge deal. She was just such a bright light, and people were getting to see that.

Tori grew up in Mississippi and had this huge Southern accent. She didn’t take herself too seriously. You felt this sense of ease when you were around her. I last saw her in early 2021, in San Diego, where she was training. She gave me the biggest hug; something about her spirit was just very, very sweet. I felt her sweetness come over me that day.

Tori was 32 when she died. According to the autopsy, possible complications contributing to Bowie’s death included respiratory distress and eclampsia—seizures brought on by preeclampsia, a high blood pressure disorder that can occur during pregnancy. I developed preeclampsia during my pregnancy with my daughter Camryn, who was born in November 2018. The doctors sent me to the hospital, where I would deliver Camryn during an emergency C-section, at 32 weeks. I was unsure if I was going to make it. If I was ever going to hold my precious daughter.

Like so many Black women, I was unaware of the risks I faced while pregnant. According to the CDC, in 2021 the maternal mortality rate for Black women was 2.6 times the rate for white women. About five days before I gave birth to Camryn, I was having Thanksgiving dinner with my family. I mentioned that my feet were swollen. As we went around the table, the women shared their experiences during pregnancy. My cousin said she also had swollen feet. My mom didn’t. Not once did someone say, ‘oh, well, that’s one of the indicators of preeclampsia.’ None of us knew. When I became pregnant, my doctor didn’t sit me down and tell me, ‘these are things that you should look for in your pregnancy, because you are at a greater risk to experience these complications.’

That needs to change, now, especially in light of Tori’s tragic passing. Awareness is huge. Serena Williams had near-death complications during her pregnancy. Beyoncé developed preeclampsia. I hate that it takes Tori’s situation to put this back on the map and to get people to pay attention to it. But oftentimes, we need that wake-up call.

The medical community must do its part. There are so many stories of women dying who haven’t been heard. Doctors really need to hear the pain of Black women.

Luckily, there’s hope on several fronts. Congress has introduced the Momnibus Act, a package of 13 bills crafted to eliminate racial disparities in maternal health and improve outcomes across the board. California passed Momnibus legislation back in 2021. These laws make critical investments in areas like housing, nutrition, and transportation for underserved communities. Further, several pharmaceutical companies are making advances on early detection and treatment of preeclampsia.

Three gold medalists from that 4 x 100 relay team in Rio set out to become mothers. All three of us—all Black women—had serious complications. Tianna Madison has shared that she went into labor at 26 weeks and entered the hospital “with my medical advance directive AND my will.” Tori passed away. We’re dealing with a Black Maternal Health crisis. Here you have three Olympic champions, and we’re still at risk.

I would love to have another child. That’s something that I know for sure. But will I be here to raise that child? That’s a very real concern. And that’s a terrifying thing. This is America, in 2023, and Black women are dying while giving birth. It’s absurd.

I’m hopeful that things can get better. I’m hopeful that Tori, who stood on the podium at Rio, gold around her neck and sweetness in her soul, won’t die in vain.

—as told to Sean Gregory

[personinthepalace]

#LEGALLY BLONDE SWEEP PLEASEE via @hasbleedtodeathunderourknife

Discuss in the tags whether you like the musical or the movie more

[enigmaticxbee]

Tropes & More - Fic Recs

All the tropey-goodness!

Body-Swap:

Underneath Your Skin by crescentmoon222 - Dreamland AU, NSFW

What if Feels Like for a Girl by @mldrgrl - Dreamland AU, NSFW

Dreamland III by @admiralty-xfd - Dreamland sequel

Flea Market Economy by Punk

I’ll Show You Mine If You Show Me Yours by Tv_Saved_The_Teenage_Girl

Masters of Time by @sisterspooky1013 - time travel to 1960s Masters of Sex, NSFW

Times Colliding by onlytheinevitable- time travel 1998/2018 body swap, NSFW, WIP

Cubed by Louise Marin - Scully wakes up as an alternate version of herself, NSFW.

Parallel by @sisterspooky1013 - Scully wakes up as an alternate version of herself, NSFW.

Fake-Dating:

Never by Allison Kinney - Undercover, NSFW

Diversion by @sisterspooky1013 - Stakeout, NSFW

Just Another Dinner Party by @somekindofseizure - Undercover at a swingers party during Arcadia

Amish Country by Lolabeegood - Undercover with the Amish, NSFW

We’re Married Now by @skinfull - Undercover in a cult, NSFW

Hallowed by onlytheinevitable - Undercover in a cult, NSFW

More Than a Feeling by @sisterspooky1013 - Undercover at a carnival, NSFW

Undercover Swing by 2momsmakearight - Undercover at a sex party, NSFW

It’s Just Pretend by @storybycorey - Undercover in a motel, fake sex turning into real sex, NSFW

The Marriage Spectacular by @cecilysass - Lost FBI agents. Stormy weather. A marriage retreat in a mountainside inn with one room available.

The Newlywed Game by onlytheinevitable - While going out for dinner, Scully runs into an ex and Mulder valliantly pretends to be her husband. However, that little lie traps them into having to play the Newlywed Game in front of a bunch of strangers and they have to navigate admitting feelings they haven't even admitted to themselves.

Baseball Metaphors by @leiascully - Scully runs into an ex and they pretend to be dating, NSFW

Just Go With It by @skinfull - Mulder runs into old high school classmates and they pretend to be married, NSFW

The Annapolis Grant by @slippinmickeys - AU, Scully pays Mulder to play the role of her boyfriend, NSFW

Wedding/FBI Ball Date:

Plus One by @alienqueequeg - Mulder convinces Scully to let him be her plus one at an old friend's wedding, NSFW

Hardball by Missy Pennington - Scully gets a sexy red dress to wear to the FBI ball when she finds out Phoebe Green will be attending

Five Ballrooms by @admiralty-xfd - Five Christmas parties. Five separate POVs.

The Twelve Tropes of Christmas by @mangokiwitropicalswirl - Christmas ball and all the tropes

Holidays:

far away and to the west by @audries - Thanksgiving with the Gunmen

at the close of the day by @audries - Thanksgiving on the road

Fairies, Skip Hence by @slippinmickeys - Christmas at the Scullys, NSFW

Shades of Winter by @piecesofscully - Christmas at the Scullys, NSFW

Marshmallow World by @agoodwoman - Christmas 1998, set Season 6, our beloved agents are working under AD Kersh. Mulder and Scully get into the holiday spirit. NSFW

Regular People by @chimerical1975 - Thwarted Christmas plans, impulsive decisions, and unexpected visitors make two extraordinary FBI agents into regular people. NSFW

Chicken Dinner by @cecilysass - Dinner at Mrs. Scully’s. Mulder overhears Maggie speaking to her friends about her daughter’s relationship with her partner. What he hears floors him.

Gingersnap by @cecilysass - Holiday baking, NSFW

if the fates allow by @all-these-ghosts - Christmas with Mulder and Scully, 1993-2016

Birthdays by @syntax6 - seasons 1 through 7

One Bed (see Faking Dating above too):

Let’s Play a Game by @danasculllie - Motel room Truth or Dare, NSFW

Truth or Dare by Adrienne - Mulder and Scully have a wicked game of Truth or Dare while sharing that hotel room in Rain King. NSFW

Twenty-Questions and a Winter Storm by @danascully77 - NSFW

Designated Mulder by onlytheinevitable - Mulder had always wanted to see what Scully would be like drunk, but he didn't anticipate it would finally happen on the one night they had to share a bed. NSFW

Sexy Snowed-In by @peacenik0 - Mulder and Scully are snowed-in together, will they find a way to escape their boredom? NSFW

Hot and Sticky by Megan Reilly - One hotel room, two FBI Agents...and it's a hell of a hot night besides. NSFW

One room. One bed. by spooky66 - NSFW

Free Merlot at the Cool View Motor Court by @sarie-fairy - post The Rain King, NSFW

Turn that damned thing off by @sunflowerseedsandscience - The Rain King missing scene.

Time Enough At Last by bayloriffic - The Rain King missing scene.

Conversation in the Dark by Cass - The Rain King missing scene.

Stop Me by Gina Rain - post The Rain King, NSFW

Unbidden by @phillippadgettwrites - NSFW

Bunkmates by @leiascully - There's only one hotel room, and it's got a special surprise.

Expense Report by 13th_blackbird - The Bureau conducts an audit, and Scully considers the costs.

Scully/Other:

Universal Invariants by @syntax6 - set over the course of a canon-parallel version of season 1 and early season 2 where Scully’s boyfriend Ethan who was cut from the pilot sticks around. NSFW

Early On by @sunflowerseedsandscience - Mulder and Scully are drawn to each other from the start but Scully is still with Ethan. NSFW

Homicidal Tendencies by Swikstr - Casefile crossover that pairs Scully with the detective from Homicide: Life on the Street. NSFW

You He Did Not Fail by extraordinarily_ordinary - After Scully leaves the X-Files for a position in LA a case brings them back together. Starts Scully/Other but ultimately MSR. NSFW

Original Sin by @syntax6 - post FTF Scully moves to Utah. Scully/Other but great MSR. NSFW

Arizona Highways by Fialka - Visions of Melissa lead Our Heroes on a case confirming the existence of a series of Emilys. But does Melissa really have a message, or is it all in Scully’s head? Scully/Other but ultimately MSR. NSFW

No Regrets by MystPhile - During Arcadia Scully reconnects with Detective John Kresge. Ultimately MSR but not until the very end. NSFW

Promises to Keep by Prufrock’s Love - post Requiem Scully/Skinner, I really struggled with this one, but still an interesting read. NSFW

Heart’s Desire by @malibusunset - post Two Fathers/One Son Scully reconnects with an old boyfriend during a case. My favorite Scully/Other fic - ends in MSR, but it’s probably the only fic where I’ve thought that Mulder might be the wrong choice. NSFW

La Lacuna by @aloysiavirgata - Scully explores her feelings after Milagro while investigating a murder. Scully/Other but ultimately MSR. NSFW

Mulder/Other:

The Waters of Babylon by @aloysiavirgata - As they prepare to become Rob and Laura Petrie, Mulder thinks back on his life and the paths not taken.

Seventeen by @scapegrace74-blog - Explores how Mulder's sexual relationships shaped (and mis-shaped) him as a man. Each chapter represents a different partner. Mulder/Other, ultimately MSR, NSFW

Triptych by @iconicscullyoutfits - married to Diana AU, ultimately MSR

To Love Somebody by Tess and Jacquie LaVa - In the midst of attempting to have a normal romance, Mulder's escalating feelings for Scully, and her deteriorating health due to her advancing cancer, make it impossible for him to commit... Mulder/Other but ultimately MSR. NSFW

The Guts by @wtfmulder - How would Scully react if Mulder dropped an open condom wrapper in front of her? MSR but dealing with Diana.

Dr. Scully's School for Exceptional Boys by Prufrock’s Love - post series, Mulder/Other and MSR, NSFW

One for the Road by @phillippadgettwrites - post breakup, Mulder has a girlfriend but mostly MSR, NSFW

Pregnancy/Baby/Family:

The Family G-Man by Neoxphile and FelineFemme - A double tragedy strikes Mulder the week before Christmas of 2003. What if he could go back and change things, save the son one lost and give the other the family she wanted? Could it keep them safe? NSFW

Five Years and a Lifetime by @monikafilefan @slippinmickeys - One night stand AU. Five years later, Scully and Mulder work at the same pediatric hospital, and Scully's four year old daughter bears a striking resemblance to the picture of a dark haired girl that sits on Mulder's desk... NSFW

In the Best Interest of the Child by @mldrgrl - AU When tragedy strikes, Mulder is forced to take guardianship of his young niece, but the matter is complicated by the arrival of a sister-in-law he's never met.

The Way Things Are by Sukie Tawdry - One night and their whole lives were changed forever. Season 1 AU. NSFW

Right Hand Return by humphreywrites - Scully is returned from her abduction with a baby, no memories of anything prior to her captivity and some PTSD.

All That Is Dark and Bright by @malibusunset - Emily lives AU. NSFW

Five Years and One Night by Shalimar - Scully leaves the X-Files post-Emily but gets drawn back in when Mulder discovers Emily wasn’t the only child created. NSFW

Intimacy Deux by Mojo - The one in five billion happens. NSFW

40 Weeks by @malibusunset - What if the IVF attempt in Per Manum had been successful? NSFW

A Boy and His Fox by 6hoursgirl - What happens when two FBI agents have a platonic relationship based on trust and mutual respect...and an exchange of genetic material. NSFW

The 13th Sign and 7 Days in May by Prufrock’s Love - Post-Deadalive. Mulder saw no reason for life, death, sex, Armageddon, or emotional dysfunction to stand in the way of true love.

Hurricane Season by rah and beduini - Post-Existence week at the beach with the Scully family and baby Wim. NSFW

Terra Firma series by @malibusunset - Post-Existence domestic family drama, a classic comfort read for me. NSFW

Misc:

Partners With Benefits by onlytheinevitable - Friends with benefits, NSFW

Truncated by Lysandra31 - Scully and Mulder find themselves in a tight spot. Spooning ensues.

You Send Me by @spooky-nerd - Portals keep popping up around Mulder. It's rather inconvenient until he realizes it's possible the universe is trying to tell him something.