#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.

[izzythedemigod]

I just found the funniest font ever

Like. What is this. Why is this. Who is the target audience of this?

[housederiva]

My housemate's cat came into my room while my dictation was on...

[holographings]

someone on twitter said Imagine what s2 jayce would give to talk to s1 viktor just one more time. and someone had a time travel alternate dimension fic ready to go. and i read it. and now my face is being eaten by 3750 feral dogs i think

[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

[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. :)

[frankierotwinkdeath]

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

[itseghost]

"Unbidden, an image of Jayce smiling in bed earlier this morning comes to mind. Viktor's hand on his cheek. His slightly chapped lips. His bedhead. Stubble. His smile lines. The shape of his jaw."

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one of my favorite little scenes from coming home (but not to you) by @lesbianherald :) haven't done comics in so so long but really wanted to give it a shot lol

[notrobinsomethingworse]

Dick (Nightwing) and Jason (Robin) stare at Bruce. One sports pleading eyes, the other a shit eating grin. There’s a child between them with black hair and blue eyes.

Bruce, he doesn’t know what’s happening but he doesn’t like it: No.

Dick, grinning: He’s our younger brother now.

Jason, nodding seriously: You’re not gonna take him from us.

Tim, got kidnapped while taking photos of patrol, just happy to be there: Where’s the Batcave?

Bruce: what.

Dick, grinning wider: He’s ours now.

[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.

[roppiepop]

Typical role dustribution

[nenoname]

hunting down a specific image but finding miscellaneous storyboards/some cut panels from the stan comic story instead

[artificialchaoscola]

fly me to the moon.

[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???

[lokorum]

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

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