#fuck I'm old

[patience4not]

[benthesoldiersjeanshorts]

[hastalahamon]

Fuck y'all for saying it's the 20th anniversary of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge

FUCK Y'ALL

[a-queer-little-wombat]

I just saw this in the tags of a post and felt my body crumble into dust and blow away:

Yes, I am an old.

[amplifyme]

Confession time. This photo has its own private room in a small corner of my brain. I try not to take it out very often since it tends to make me feral.

It also served as inspiration a long, long time ago. A little chunk from Chapter 2 of Dance Without Sleeping, a cancer-arc story I wrote in a different era that won me a few fanfic awards. I think it’s held up pretty well.

He turns over on his side and props himself up on an elbow, his attention pulling away from the movie to zero in on me. He lifts his hand and chews on the corner of his thumbnail. His eyes are soft and warm and he gives me one of his unique gazes that I can only describe as a come-fuck-me look. I feel the slow smile spread across my face and he seems satisfied to have captured my full attention for a few seconds.

He grins and asks, "You still full from supper, Scully?"

"Why? Did you stash some ice cream somewhere?"

"Nope," he tells me as he hops off the bed. "Got something better." He disappears into his room and comes back seconds later, his right arm hidden behind his back.

"Mulder..." My tone is somewhere between amusement and trepidation.

"I, uh..." He starts to say more but ends up shrugging instead. He brings his arm around and holds out my dessert.

Somehow, in late winter in a small town in Iowa, Mulder has managed to find cotton candy. It's even blue - my favorite.

"Mulder, where on earth...?"

"It's amazing what you can find in your friendly neighborhood Wal-Mart these days." As I take the cotton candy by the long, rolled stick and begin to take off the cellophane surrounding it, he goes on. "I'm sorry I couldn't come up with a Ferris wheel, but it's kinda hard to find a county fair in March."

I can't help it. My eyes well over with tears. He sees them and reaches out to touch my arm.

"Hey, you okay? Geez, Scully, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry. I thought you'd get a kick out of it. I -"

I stop his unnecessary apology by placing my fingers over his lips. "Hush. It's wonderful, Mulder. Thank you."

He smiles beneath my fingers, and I leave them there longer than I should. He doesn't seem to mind.

I finish unwrapping the cotton candy and look back up at him. "Want some?"

"No, that's okay. I bought it for you."

"Have some." I pull off a thick strand and offer it to him. Instead of reaching for it he leans forward and takes my fingers in his mouth, wrapping his hand around my wrist. I go very still as he sucks the cotton candy from them, his tongue soft and warm as it curls around my skin. He lifts his eyes to mine, and I can see the mischievous glint there - along with a healthy dose of arousal. It flares and burns between us for a few endless moments before he drops his eyes and pulls back. My tongue snakes out to wet my lips and he studies my mouth. The moment ends when he pulls a hand over his face.

"I, um, I'm gonna," he nods in the direction of his room, "I'm gonna try to get some sleep. You enjoy your cotton candy."

My only response is to nod at him. I watch as he steps into the doorway connecting our rooms and begins to pull the door closed.

“'Night, Scully."

"Good night, Mulder."

He gives me another soft smile and closes the door. I sit down at the table and eat every last bit of the candy, counting my many blessings.

[cuffmeinblack]

It is my birthday.

I hate it.

[crowwolf]

Feel free to enjoy this playlist from the 60s/70s ish. Yes it's on Amazon music, don't kill me please...

[lunarflux]

How often do you think the writers for HOTD doom scroll through different platforms to see how critical people are

[menofsweaters]

I just watched @strange-aeons's "The Unlikely Birth (And Death) of SuperWhoLock" and was reminded of battling in the fandom trenches back in the 2010s and no shounen anime queerbaiting bullshit can hurt me now I am unshakeable

[ificouldhelpyouforget]

It's my 15 year anniversary on Tumblr 🥳

[gg-carboxylase]

OK I might have wanted to manifest Book spitting into Force's mouth for Only Friends, but not badly enough that it was all over the Twitter hashtag and someone posted a porn example of what they wanted to see.

Like. I really hope the boys don't troll that tag because they just don't need that kind of info. They don't need to know what is going on Out Here.

That should have stayed isolated to AO3 and Tumblr.

I'm pretty sure they all make more money than I do as a lab scientist, though, so a little trauma isn't a terrible exchange I guess.

[mondaymiddlemarch]

BTVS-OG Experience

Watching Buffy as it was originally released consisted of watching 1 episode then waiting 1 full week for the next one. Finishing a season and waiting 4-5 MONTHS for the next one. Using a VHS tape to record each episode and getting so good at pausing the recording during commercials to edit them out. (FYI slow mo was so great on VHS - frame by frame shots of each and every kiss) Now I can watch the whole series back to back on Hulu, except I still have to put up with commercials cause I'm too cheap to pay for Premium streaming.

[clueless-and-quirkless]

[mandsleanan]

I envisioned myself becoming a crazy cat lady one day, but the most cats we’ve ever had was, temporarily, seven.

At the peak of our stable’s lesson program, the most horses we’ve owned at once was ten. That number’s dropped off, and if I meant me personally, I only have two, which is below the national average.

I very much wanted to be a crazy rat lady, after we brought our first trio home to spare them from live-feeding, and I decided I want rats in my life always. Then adult-onset allergies made the decision for me, and in six years we went from a dozen rats to zero.

I might be a crazy plant lady, but the Northeast only has five cultivable months at best, and living in a shaded house with cats means my houseplant options are terribly limited.

Could have become a crazy quail lady, since when I was breeding and exhibiting button quail I had an entire room dedicated to them. Fifteen enclosures, I sometimes had up to thirty birds between sales. But that was a much younger me.

My dad set up my first aquarium for me when I was six. Always at least one, even when I stepped away from the hobby for college, to focus on art, for quail, for gaming, for animal rescue. I’ve been in this hobby longer than some of the staff tying bags in the pet store have been alive. I can’t even recall how many aquariums I’ve had: display tanks in the basement fish room, breeding tanks against every wall in my bedroom, something temporary in my boyfriend’s dorm.

I suppose I’m destined to be a Crazy Aquarium Lady.

[blackholefriends]

My blog turned eight years old today yippee

[misantropagentile]

Just discovered that today it's 20 years since The O.C. first aired, so here's what became to be my favorite scene™️.

As a daughter of a working class couple studying in a private school with a scholarship, I hadn't before seen another character better representing my inner thoughts and desires.