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doctor who au: donna noble and the doctor missed sutekh attempting to murder everyone

Reading: The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune

Audiobook: Pyramids by Terry Pratchett

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tacky kitsch is the real backbone of united states culture. roadside attractions, weird diners, buildings shaped like objects, restaurants with like a shark or a car sticking out of the roof, lawn flamingos – this is the true heritage of the west

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?

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

my beautiful girlfriend libby who lives in my phone and tells me many tales and stories

when mulder comes back from his abduction and sees scully pregnant, his first instinctive reaction is to feel betrayed and hurt because goddamnit they were finally ready, finally so open to explore all that they could be. they were so close to having it all…

but then he understood: he had died! he had died and she hadn’t and she had moved on, she had to. she was right to do so, of course. he always knew he held her back and maybe she had finally learned that too. and now he was back and already sucking her back in, making her spend all the hours at the hospital by his side, not eating not sleeping. and all because she pitied him, pitied the story the scars on his body told and nothing more. he saw it in her eyes.

so he pulled back, he pushed her away the best he could (which was never much but oh gosh he tried). he was cold to her and as confused and conflicted as he felt he thought it was for the best, it was for her.

and scully tried to understand him. after all he had died! he had died and she hadn’t and she knew better than anyone what trauma like that can do to your mind, right?

she thought he didn’t want to hurt her feelings by asking for space to process it all and so she tried to not suffocate him. she gave him time and space. she checked in with him but didn’t press when he didn’t answer. she shielded him from most things from the office. she brushed off his apathy like it didn’t hurt like a motherfucker if she was being honest. she thought it was for the best, it was for him.

but theres just so much a girl can take and a disaster was just around the corner waiting to happen. the breakdown was inevitable.

it happens in one of the many nights she went to his place to check on him and got hit with his usual ‘i’m fine’ crap. she finally snapped.

“mulder stop! just stop! you have no right to do this to me and you know why? because you know exactly how i felt when you were gone, don’t you? when every second feels like an hour and every hour feels like a year. when another day passes and all you can feel when you lay your head in your pillow at night is fear and anguish and failure”

her storm takes him by surprise and he just stands there, sunken stomach and aghast. of course he knew what it felt like. he knew he could never forget the pain of the days she wasn’t with him.

“but you know what you didn’t have to see? my dead body dumped in a field. I had to see that. Did you even consider this for a second?” the rage and hurt in her eyes pierces him, her voice growing louder as she went on “I had to cry over you and beg for it to be a lie. I had to make all the arrangements for your funeral because I needed the closure of a final goodbye. I held your hand for hours till I tricked my mind it was warm again and Skinner had to physically drag me away from you. I dumped the dirt over your casket. I got anxious to go to sleep in hopes i could see you in my dreams only to have recurring nightmares about your body turning into a hard corpse crushing me. I had to go to work every damn day just to keep my mind occupied when i didn’t even know if someone really had my back because i was only ever certain with you. I had to think like you and see things only you ever saw just to make your absence a little less painful"

at this point she was shouting, angrily wiping the tears from her eyes. he made no effort to do the same to his own, eyes fixed on hers. the truth hit him like daggers. she was right, he hadn’t thought about any of that because it was unbearable and he knew if the roles were reversed he wouldn’t have taken half of what she did - he would have ended up committed somewhere or lying next to her seven feet underground.

“I had to curse God over and over asking how could he be so cruel and I had to beg for forgiveness when He showed me all of his mercy and He gave you back to me. I have to swallow the urge to spend every second by your side because i’m scared that when i close the door you will disappear again. Goddamnit Mulder! You have no right to shut me out now! Not after everything!”

His legs finally decided to work again and he crossed the room in a stride, picking her up in the first real, raw, embrace since he returned. she buried her face completely into his chest, craving her nails on his back, bringing him impossibly close. he wallowed his sorrows and begged for forgiveness in her ear. he held her face gently with both his hands, lifting her chin up to urgently kiss her forehead, her eye lids, her cheeks, her tears, the tip of her nose. her lips. and he promised he would never leave again.

they both knew it was a promise he wasn’t sure he could keep, but, for now, it was enough. in that moment, the true mulder, her mulder, was back to her.

and i don’t think i’m wrong for saying it either.