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actual-changeling · 2 days
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the real victim of the show is queequeg i have been laughing over his face for an hour
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poor dude can't even bathe in peace without his mom having her version of phone sex with mulder.
he is either considering suicide or eating her like his previous owner
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sentientsky · 14 days
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i haven’t seen a single episode of x-files in its entirety. but this is canon because i said so. i’m chris carter btw xoxo
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tboygareth · 2 months
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Every time Krycek shows his face in an episode
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brawlite · 3 months
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i'm obsessed with the way you're singlehandedly reviving a 90s blorbo in order to give him the worst time possible, its truly what he deserves <3
i am doing my level best, but always looking for others to join the cause 👀
i mean, just look at this face. doesn't he deserve an even worse time?
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vampyrsm · 2 years
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Wanna take Bakugou ghost hunting, or maybe on one of those ghost tour things where you have to be over 18+ and stay the night?
But he's rich enough to buy out the whole night for just the two of you to indulge you in this random ass desire to spend the night in some cold, "haunted", abandoned hospital. He griped about it the entire week beforehand, poking fun at it. "Ghosts don't fuckin' exist, it's a waste of money." " Nothin's going to happen."
Anyway, roll on the night itself. True to their word, the guide let you two wander around the place by yourself and immediately it just feels... scary, spooky, that kind of dread that pools at the bottom of Bakugou's stomach before he has to dive into a big mission. He shouldn't be getting scared of something that supposedly doesn't fucking exist.
Yet still, he finds himself clinging closer to you, he's absolutely fallen into 'hero mode'—his eyes are quick to dart around the dark, he's drawn himself up somehow taller and his muscles are tight like he's about to clock a ghost in the jaw or something with how he's prowling around.
"Thought you said you weren't scared?" you ask him, watching the way his eyes scan the multitude of old metal doors that are hanging off the hinges, something in the air just doesn't feel right.
"I'm not fuckin' sca—"
There's a loud bang at the end of the hallway, and Bakugou wastes absolutely no time in sweeping you up off your feet. You're hauled over his shoulder and that man is on a mission to get the fuck out of there. He scared you more than the noise itself with how quickly he mapped out the nearest exit and is moving at speeds that are making you dizzy. Then once you're outside, he's putting you down and he's a little bewildered himself because what the fuck.
He hears you laugh, smothering it with your hand as you look away to ensure he doesn't see the way you're definitely laughing at his reaction. "Shut the fuck up," he growls, shoving you away but his heart is still racing in his chest. "Was a fucking bird or somethin'."
Definitely refuses to admit to you that just maybe ghosts do exist.
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its-not-aliens-mulder · 4 months
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Krycek is regretting every choice that has lead to him being stuck in a car driven by sleep-deprived Mulder
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7crowsinadress · 7 months
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Krycek is such a little shit he’s so pathetic I want to put him in a snowglobe
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urmom973729 · 8 months
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This loser probably thinks he's sooo cool in his dumb leather jacket and his stupid little gun😒
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gregmarriage · 1 month
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‘i work alone.’ no, bitch, you’re just mad that alex isn’t scully
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kindalikerackham · 4 months
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what the HELL IS THIS
I FEEL LIKE I WAS TRANSPORTED TO 1999
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actual-changeling · 3 days
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look i don't particularly like the concept of soulmates for so many reason but those two?
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no other word that fits. they're IT. the only example of soulmates i'll ever accept. it's them against the world.
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sentientsky · 2 months
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too tired of futzing with this, so have a little “scully xfiles as crowley goodomens” sketch
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rowena-moon-moon · 10 months
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fox mulder is a boy kisser confirmed.
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the lighting in txf s3e15 “piper maru”
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amplifyme · 2 years
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It’s amazing the perspective you gain over the years. Kaddish aired one week after Momento Mori and many fans were upset because it didn’t seem to address the issue of Scully’s cancer diagnosis. But you know what? It did. Not a word was spoken about the cancer, but this episode is all about love and loss. The power of love and of facing the possibility of losing it through untimely death. There is a moment in the scene depicted in the 4th photo where Arial is talking to Mulder and Scully about this very thing and Mulder is so focused on Scully. The whole atmosphere of this ep is drenched in love and loss and despair. It’s pretty damn perfect in light of the MSR.
Thanks to the gift of time, I’ve really come to appreciate this episode in a way I couldn’t 25 years ago. That’s good storytelling. Or maybe it's just wisdom that comes with age.
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eroselless · 1 month
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LAY UR HANDS ON ME
Summary: You and Lando have been friends for years, dancing around your feelings and avoiding the tension between the two of you. What happens when there's only one spot left in the car? [1.7k]
[lando norris x reader ]
MASTERLIST | Part 2 - I LIKE THE WAY YOU KISS ME
Warnings: 18+ for explicit language and smut, sorta dry humping, light fingering and cursing. If there's any I missed let me know!
Note: as the poets say, i’m a slut for Lando <3 
I was inspired by this tik tok and this fic by uluvjay
Anywaaays, let me know if I should do a part twooo
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Lando's eyes can't help but wander over your figure as you sit next to him at dinner. His gaze traces the curves of your body accentuated by the dress you mentioned to him just the week before. The fabric clings to your body in all the right places, exuding an allure that is both captivating and refined. He notices how the colour of the fabric makes your eyes look brighter and emphasizes the features of your body that he always finds himself drawn to. You look completely at ease in your chair, a half-empty glass of wine dangling casually from your fingertips.
He's pulled from his thoughts by a voice across the table. "What's the plan?" Carlos inquires, his hands clasped together in front of him as he gazes out at Lando. He blinks, processing what his ex-teammate just asked him. He hesitates for a second.
"I think I'm ready to head back to the hotel," he replies, meeting your eyes briefly for confirmation. You nod in agreement, your silent support bolstering his decision. A chorus of voices clamours at you, George, Alex, and Pierre opting to go out for a few more drinks and dancing. You shake your head, swirling the glass in your fingers.
"I think I'll head back too," you say, setting the glass down with a decisive clink. Max nods in agreement, Pietra clinging to his arm as they prepare to leave as well. You all begin to file out, congregating in the foyer of the restaurant for some quick goodbyes.
Lily wraps her arms around you in a farewell embrace, a pout evident on her face as she whispers promises of future hangouts before hurrying to rejoin her awaiting boyfriend. Alex gives you a wave from afar, a gentle smile playing at the corner of his lips, and they join the rest of the group as they make their way towards their car.
You walk out, trailing close behind Lando. Your hand is tucked into the pocket of his blazer jacket, a silent yet comforting gesture that keeps you near him. The air is filled with conversations as you make your way to the car that awaits you. Everyone begins to pile into it, Max taking his place behind the wheel with Pietra by his side while Carlos sits in the back with Charles.
"Oh, shit—" you hear Lando mutter suddenly as he scans the remaining space. There's only one spot left in the car, next to Carlos. With a slight grimace, you watch as he waves his hand in the air as if to say, no mind that. Lando takes his place next to his friend, ushering you into the car as well. Your eyebrows furrow together as he gestures for you to climb in his lap.
You hesitantly sit down, pulling the door closed behind you. You had always been rather close to Lando, even going past the confines of friendship, blurring the lines. You'd always be stealing his clothes, his t-shirt, sweatpants, sweaters. He'd always find comfort in your body heat, curling up at your side to sleep or have a cuddle. You were essentially attached at the hip.
You'd grown accustomed to the flashes of cameras and the photos circling online on social media. Often, people would question if you were dating, but the answer would always remain the same—no. Not that either of you didn't want to, but you'd been friends for a few years, and Lando intended to keep you by his side as long as he could. He prioritized your bond over potentially complicating things by introducing romance to the mix.
This feels like entirely new territory, sitting in his lap with his hands hovering above your thighs, the faint scent of your perfume teasing his senses as you settle in. He can't help but feel a flutter of excitement surge through him. If you leaned back, he feared you'd be able to feel the erratic rhythm of his heartbeat underneath the layers of muscle that encase his chest.
As you lean forward to grasp the seat in front of you, Lando can feel his breath catch in his throat as he becomes hyper-fixated on your movements. He can't help but bite his lip as a flush rises to his cheeks, struggling to take his eyes away from where your figure is nestled in his lap. The softness of your touch sears through him.
His eyes dart nervously to Carlos, hoping to find some reprieve from the intense feelings brewing in him. The Spaniard raises an eyebrow at him in silent amusement, a smirk playing on his lips before turning back to Charles and resuming their conversation. With a gentle shake of his head, Lando tears his gaze away, opting to watch the lights go by outside.
He watches as the pavement gradually gives way to rougher terrain beneath the car’s tires, signaling the road to their hotel nestled on the outskirts of the city. Max turns the music up, trying to muffle the crunch of the wheels on the gravel. The transition is palpable, the rumbling of the road sending vibrations through the vehicle. Your position suddenly feels uncomfortable and you begin to shift in your spot, momentarily forgetting that he can feel your every move.
A sudden bump jostles you from your spot and you can feel Lando’s hands tighten slightly over your skin. You try your best to stay still, only shifting again when the car goes over another bump. A whispered plea cuts through the tense air, sending a tingle down your spine.
“Please stop moving.” he murmurs, voice strained. The heat that spreads through you only intensifies as you feel his grip on you tighten, your hands clenching onto Pietra’s seat in response.
“Sorry,” you whisper back, trying to sound as sincere as you can, to sound like you weren’t thinking about how hard he was beginning to feel under you. Lando’s fingers press harder into your thighs. The bumps keep coming and you struggle to keep from moving. The air around you feels as if it's getting hotter as you continue to move against him. Next to you, Carlos and Charles are dozed off, completely unaware of the tension rising just next to them.
You can feel Lando breathing down your back, having placed his forehead at the nape of your neck. It sends a shiver down your spine, right to your core. He’s breathing in your scent, burying his nose in your skin. His breath is coming out in broken fragments as he struggles to keep it under control. His fingers are now fanned out on your thighs, just inches from the hem of your dress. He’s almost tempted to slip his fingers under it. He bites down on his lip, a futile attempt to hide how much he’s enjoying the moment. The bumps in the road continue to make his heart pound, freezing his hands in place.
Desperate for some relief, he tries to lean back into the seat. The ache building in his cock is almost unbearable. He pushes his hips forward, inadvertently bucking them up and now it's your turn to try to keep quiet. You feel yourself hang off of the seat in front of you, back arching slightly.
His gaze is now trained on the curve of your ass in his lap and he can't help the sigh that falls from his lips. He so badly wants to surrender himself to the allure of the moment, so many years of yearning for you building up to this very night. 
You reach a hand down to grab one of his, intertwining your fingers in a silent plea for more. You feel as if you are skating on thin ice as you encourage his hand to move under your dress. A gasp threatens to make its way past your lips as he follows your lead and dips a hand between your legs. Pushing your knees out ever so slightly, his fingers delve deeper, and you find yourself teetering toward the edge of ecstasy.
You both begin to shift in time, the pad of his thumb just barely pressing into the button of your clit and your ass rubbing perfectly against his cock. With each subtle movement, your senses ignite, the friction sending waves of pleasure rippling through the both of you.
“Oh god…” Lando’s voice is a mere whisper, hardly reaching your ears over the hum of the car and pounding of the music. His fingers move in slow circles, you feel as if the pleasure could consume you whole. With every flicker, your teeth dig harder into your lip, and you swear you could draw blood.
You can see the hotel lights from here, light seeping into the car. Panic sets in as you freeze in the seat, hands and hips coming to a complete halt. You can feel Lando shaking underneath you, his cheeks a bright pink. His chest is heaving as he tries to take shallow and quiet breaths. You each try to compose yourselves and you lean back in his lap, pulling his hands out from the fabric of your dress.
The tension in the air is palpable as the car comes to a stop, Max putting it in park and announcing to the sleeping men that you’ve arrived. You bite your lip at the innuendo that goes over everyone’s heads. Not quite, Max.
Lando’s hands take their spot on your thighs again, just as they were at the beginning of the ride. They stick slightly to your exposed skin, a testament to the desire that simmers between the two of you. You can see them twitch as if they’re still itching for more. He smiles weakly at you as you step out of the car, blaming the tight confines of the car for your flushed cheeks.
You don't miss how he gingerly sticks the pads of his fingers in his mouth or how he shoves his hands into his pockets, adjusting his pants as he does so. You blink away the last of the haze in your eyes as you quickly and quietly follow him up to your shared hotel room.
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