#so I ficced it

[mytardisisparked]

The Art of Playing Baseball

I watched "The Unnatural" and was super normal about it.

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The night is cool but he’s warm behind her. So warm. Every place they touch is like the pleasant sear of the sun on a day when you know you’re getting burnt but you’re having too much fun to care. 

She’s giggling, high and girlish and with that rhythmless cadence she knows she has. Every time she laughs she feels his echo reverberate through her back from his chest. His laugh is low and his breath brushes her cheek. She laughs just to feel it echoed again.

“Hips before hands.” He reminds her once more, his hand drifting to her hip again in a way that makes her feel like she may crumble into dust right there in his arms. His lips brush her cheek this time and she wishes he would just drop the pretense and kiss her there. She’s surprised by how bold her thoughts are, but - then again - no she isn’t; her thoughts are always this bold, they just usually aren’t this loud.

The bat in their hands cracks again, the impact of the ball jolting up her arms and rattling her joints. For a second, she can feel the bones in her palms and knuckles acutely. It hurts, but she smiles; it’s the pain of playing baseball. It’s a pain she is more than willing to live with, in this moment.

“I’m out of balls!” The kid at the pitching machine shouts. “Give me a minute!” He runs off to the outfield to gather the few that they haven’t fouled out of the park.

They stand still for a moment, twin breaths moving through them both between her back and his chest. Slowly, she releases the bat and turns in his arms.

The breath that has been warming her cheek is now mingling with her own, leaving her cheek cold. As if he can sense this, his hand comes up to cup her face. 

She’s kissing him before she thinks. She doesn’t want to think. This is not a night for thinking; he had said as much earlier. “We’re just gonna make contact. We’re not gonna think. We’re just gonna let it fly, Scully.”

Without a doubt, she’s flying now.

His lips are as warm as the rest of him and soft, absurdly soft. They move softly too, letting her set the tone of whatever will happen next. She increases the pressure and he matches it.

He tastes like sunflower seeds. She always figured he would. She thought about it, sometimes, as he would give her a handful to crack between her teeth. She hadn’t been fond of the flavor until his hands were the ones holding the bag out to her in offering. Now, she can’t imagine anything tasting better.

Her hands are tangled in the front of the jersey she’s almost embarrassed to admit looks really, really good on him. She’s never been into jocks, but this isn’t a jock - this is Mulder and the jersey is just another aspect of him. It’s an element of who he is that she’s slowly learning, slowly coming to appreciate. 

The hand that isn’t on her cheek is on her hip again and suddenly she needs air.

She pulls back enough to leave his lips behind, but their foreheads, their hands, their chests are still touching. They’re still sharing air. 

Awareness washes over her, tingling in her cheeks. She swallows down the panic that threatens to ruin the warmth and softness of the night. Slowly, she pulls back and looks up at him.

“I think, maybe, I could get behind baseball.”

He chuckles, gently swiping his thumb over her cheekbone. “It’s not always like this.”

“I know.” She swallowed again. “But maybe it’s worth it for the moments that are.”

His eyes are full of understanding. “I’ve always thought that.”

“Have you?”

“Have you ?” His eyebrow goes up: an invitation to either let it fly or let the ball pass.

She leans forward again. This is not a night for thinking.

[potofsoup]

Oh look, it seems like there's a Republican-led movement to purge voter rolls in the lead-up to the election! It's almost as if your vote matters and they don't want you to vote! Anyway, I whipped up a quick map (based on this) that shows when the voter registration deadline is in each state. There are a few deadlines coming up in the next week or so.

If you live in a state that regularly purges voter rolls for infrequent voters (the orange ones in the first map), or if you moved recently, it's good to check if you're still registered to vote.

Vote.org makes it super easy to check your registration: https://www.vote.org/am-i-registered-to-vote/

Just put in your address and DOB and they'll tell you whether you're registered. (And they give you a quick link to register online if it turns out that you're not! Only the 9 states in white on my map don't have online registration, and for those they provide instructions on how to do it via mail or in person.) If you want an extra verification, find your state's election website and double-check there.

So yeah, give yourself peace of mind -- do a quick check. :)

[michameinmicha]

Stumbled upon this random ship (in a fandom im not active in myself) that has like 150 works on ao3 which are all from just two people gifting each other fics about this pairing back and forth and theyve been doing it for 3 years... i think thats true love probably

[frankierotwinkdeath]

Y’all want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you won’t even write femslash about her

[moomoorare]

I love nautical and seaside town horror stories. Tell me more about the fog and water that eats people

[jjk4isen]

super annoying gojo satoru when a girl comes up to you and asks you if he's your brother even after clearly seeing him grabbing your ass and saying super cheesy lines to you to make you only roll your eyes at him.

and you're stuck dumbfounded because it's not rocket science to figure out that you two are a thing just by looking at the both of you because the clingy bastard is quite literally stuck to you everywhere you go, whining and pleading for yet another kiss after stealing several from you.

and it's the same clinginess that prompts him to answer in your stead "yes actually. we're siblings" he beams a smile at you and you scowl, why the hell is he feeding onto this random girl's delusions like that? can't he take the hint?

you're not done scrutinising him when he grabs your chin with his big ass hands and smashes his lips onto yours, tugging and devouring your mouth into an extra sloppy kiss for the girl to take a hint.

he pulls away, a smirk on his lips as he licks his lips where yours had been a second ago. "is that obvious enough?" he chuckles, eyes never leaving yours as you see the girl storm off in the corner of your eye.

[emberfaye]

You know what?

I love you, fics that take months to update. I click on the newest chapter and have no memory of this place and get to go back some chapters and rediscover how much i love everything about this story.

I love you, fics that take years to update. I think of you fondly, and know your names, go search for you and see an update from this year and scream, diving in uncaring of any missed details (i will finish the update and read you in reverse because this is a treat you have bestowed)

I love you, fics that probably will never update again. Thank you for being a roman empire for my mind, thank you for teaching me about the ephemeral fandom experience, for inspiring a thousand million what if-s, for being a comfort read and a nostalgia read and a reread.

I love you fic writers, who jump into projects and stories with enthusiasm. I love you when you succeed in pumping out those chapters and that love doesn't go away when you stop.

I love you fic writers who post and then get in your own head and never feel confident enough to update, whether it's at all or whether it's just that one story.

I love you fic writers, who have a fandom or media hurt you to the point of abandoning or having a hard time with their WIPs.

I love you fic writers, who lose interest or have life changes or illness or bad memory. Thank you for being part of the fandom, a core part of the fandom. Thank you for the time spent in the fandom.

I love you, fic writers who try out something new and then stop. You're so valid.

I love you, WIP fics that may or may not ever get finished. Thank you for brightening my day in the way only you could have.

[everwalldigan]

(Dick coming to collect Jason after he’s been “wrongfully” captured by the justice league while Batman is off world:)

Dick: Listen, Hood might be a criminal, but he’s one of Gotham’s. And he’s my brother.

JL: he killed 80 people in two days.

Dick: …he’s adopted?

Jason, glaring while bound to a chair: SO ARE YOU???

[mountainshroom]

i like the log and the pool

[allskywalkerswhine]

in fics where luke gets plopped into the prequels i want every jedi within ten metres of him to think hes the weirdest jedi theyve ever seen. he has negative lightsaber form. he doesnt know what a kata is. he handstands when he meditates. his solution to sith is to try and have a chat. hes a political radical who keeps suggesting revolution. you ask him what the jedi code is and he says "kindness and compassion and helping those in need :) ". you ask how he used the force like that and he says some shit about how you are a luminous being limited only by your mind. the councils authority is just a suggestion. he is somehow the new favourite of both qui gon and yoda

[eridan-ampora]

i love it when characters are codependent. i love it when losing someone feels like losing a limb. i love it when two people "complete" each other so wholly and terribly that one can barely function without the other. i love it when the fear of losing the only person who understands them is so all-consuming they'll destroy anything to stay together, including themselves.

[aropride]

[lokorum]

jon needs a door and i need a fucking break from this weather uhhh

music from the..floor?? ♪┏(・o･)┛♪

[iwasbored777]

Fanfic writers after watching the honda odyssey scene in Deadpool & Wolverine

[littlelightfish]

This... this is a whole different kind of psychic damage here. When nightmares got Marcille, we get to knew that her's biggest fear is outliving her friends. This isn't even canon probably, but look at this. This isn't a "I don't want my friends to die" kind of dream. This is a "I'm terrified of loosing my daughters, of something killing them, and being incapable of stopping it" kind of dream. It's so simple yet it explains perfectly the whole of chilchucks character. He loves, he cares, deeply. But he, or doesn't acknowledges, or doesn't know what to do with that knowledge.

Besides that. Someone had to wake him up after this. Imagine the devastation in this man after he wakes up. He just saw his three little babys murdered corpses (or maybe he saw them die, wich isn't better). He would possibly not talk about it, and that would worry the hell out of the party, because we'll, they see him all down and only one of them knows what he saw. Imagine being the one to pull him from that nightmare. Seeing this man, usually so composed, fuking staring with tears and terror in his eyes to the composes of what you can only assume are his daughters. It would be heartwrenching.

Idk, I love this man so much...

[aakiwa]

So embarrassing but I’m having a zukka moment rn

Also Azula + Sokka bffs bcs if she got the therapy she deserves I’m telling u their brains together wud be unbeatable

(Ugh I keep flipping Sokka’s scars forgive me)