THIS IS SUCH AN INCREDIBLE POEM! Actually Gorgeous

This hit HARD…

i think there should be an episode of doctor who where the doctor returns to a time when police boxes were common and then forgets where he fucking parked

God the cinematography of the early seasons are so gorgeous

What if Mulder and Scully got married in the three days between William’s birth and Mulder’s departure?

What if, when they decided Mulder had to leave to keep their family safe, they couldn’t stand the thought of being apart again without some tangible proof of their bond, evidence that they love each other and promise to be together for the rest of their lives?

What if they strapped Will into his carseat and called Maggie on the way to the courthouse, telling her to meet them there?

What if they tied pieces of string around each other’s fingers because they didn’t have time to buy rings? What if the only photo of that day was a hazy shot of the newlyweds in front of the courthouse, holding their newborn son between them, taken by Maggie on her disposable camera?

What if their wedding night was spent in a tight embrace, neither of them daring to close their eyes, wanting to soak in every last moment of their time together, only letting go to calm their son when he woke?

What if Mulder promised his wife that as soon as they reunited, he’d take her on the world’s most extravagant honeymoon? Anywhere in the world she wanted to go, he’d make it happen.

What if Scully received an unmarked package at her doorstep one day that contained only two things: Teena’s wedding ring and a Polaroid photo of Mulder’s left hand, gold band shining on his ring finger?

What if, each night, Mulder pressed a kiss to their wedding photo, placing it under his pillow before going to sleep?

What if Mulder laid there, months later, on a dingy motel room bed, his forehead pressed to his wife’s, and apologized for ruining their honeymoon plans?

What if Scully pulled him closer, brushed her lips against his ear, and whispered, There’s no place I’d rather be?

Bruh did I just get clocked wtf

So I'm washing a blanket. It is a weighted blanket so it cannot go in the ancient washing machine (can I just call that a washine? Is that allowed?). But it NEEDS to be washed. So I put it in the tub and filled it with hot water and detergent and got to scrubbing.

And I'm sat there beside this tub of hot water and suds and cloth, hands and forearms red from the heat of the water and the friction of the washing, sweat dripping into the mix off my forehead, and the thought wanders through my brain that this has been done, like this, for almost all of human history. Maybe it was a metal tub, or a wooden one, or a river or lake shore, but through all of our time here together we have done this thing in this way.

I cherish these moments so dearly. Washing and wringing and hanging. Kneading bread. Sweeping the floor. Putting things in baskets. Owning a bag with a strap or two for carrying things that need carrying. Building a fire. Roasting meat. These things are eternal for us and we have always done them. When I do these things it's like....it's not just me. It's everyone.

You may not be here but you did this thing. Your hands knew these motions. Your heart beat like mine, and I feel you there. I feel you here with me. Do you feel me too?

Individualism is a lie. Everything I am and everything I do was built by other people, and I have helped build others. You are with me and I am with you and there is so much love in that.

'The Fatigue' by Mihail Zablodski (2022)

The early seasons lighting is truly beautiful. Each shot is like a painting.

I won't ever be able to understand the people who complain about the lighting in the early X files seasons. like what do you mean you don't see the appeal of twin flashlight beams in the dark.

doesn't this fill you with hope for humanity? don't you feel the child-like sense of adventure?

you're telling me you don't see the beauty of the silhouettes against the night sky?

the intimacy that comes from two people who only trust each other? you won't be able to tell that story under a bright light. it's the hushed whispers while standing very close together in an empty room, it's the shadows that lurk in the corners. that's the show's central thesis. this is also, simply put, art.

Knowing that it was Rhianna Pratchett and Rob Wilkins to fight for the final 90 minute episode rather than Amazon trying to grab as much money as possible/cut their losses actually exhilarates me! It's like I've been given free rein to enjoy whatever comes out of it guilt-free. Honestly, after sleeping on it, this is the best outcome I could have hoped for, and certainly I didn't dare hoping for anything like it 3 months ago.

Does anyone else struggle with coming up with writing ideas? I want to write but I feel like I can’t come up with any original ideas.