if y'all haven't already, please listen to this podcast. I'm obsessed 😩

*sigh*

Hey y’all. So I don’t normally share “real-life” stuff over here but I’m really trying to spread the word about this…one week from today (Thursday, July 9) I’m co-hosting a virtual workshop on Zoom with The Financial Diet, which is a really cool site about money. This is the inaugural event in the series, and I’m trying to help them make it successful. If anyone is interested in joining, it’s only $10! Or, you could just share this with anyone you think might find it useful? I’d be so grateful! 

Here’s a description of the hour-and-a-half session: 

And if you wanna share on Twitter, Insta or FB, some links for you!

https://twitter.com/TFDiet/status/1277738907535323139

https://twitter.com/ismat/status/1278747591606521856

https://www.instagram.com/p/CCG2sHPnlx0/

https://www.facebook.com/thefinancialdiet/posts/1665315813644173

Thanks in advance <3

Dave O’Flanagan

Remember that time when Mulder and Scully went away for the weekend and stayed in a treehouse?

And Mulder pushed Scully in the swing.

And then Scully pushed Mulder...

And they had a romantic candlelit picnic.

And did some stargazing.

And Scully sang Joy to the World to him by the campfire.

And discovered that the treehouse had a really great bathtub.

And then Mulder claimed the top bunk.

Mulder? It’s bee

Sorry someone had to do it...

8 1/2 by 11

Author: @piecesofscully Rating: NC-17/NSFW Pairing: M/S Note: this follows my previous fic, Manual Labor. Also, I cannot stress this enough- this fic is Not Safe For Work. Tagging @today-in-fic

“Hey, be a doll and go grab a box or two of printer paper before you leave. You have time, right?” 

It’s been six months since I’ve been honored with the title of Special Agent, and I’m still making coffee runs and grabbing a quick box of paper from the basement. I expected this for the first month, maybe even the second, but half a year later? I’m not so naive that I thought I’d be tracking down terrorists or working as the lead on a kidnapping investigation, but I did think I’d be using my badge as something more than a prop to impress men at the local bar. 

Unfortunately, the stories I’ve made up to earn myself a free whiskey and Coke are far more interesting than my day-to-day tasks of background checks and an endless loop of ‘do you want real cream or the powdered stuff for your coffee?’ Fortunately, a free drink is a free drink. 

I sigh, internally screaming that I am capable of so much more than this, then force a smile. “Of course I do,” I say to my superior. He winks at me before he disappears.

5:57pm.

I hurry from my desk that has been clean and bare since lunchtime to the hallway, weaving through a multitude of other agents leaving for the day, their briefcases swinging back and forth in a sea of muted colors and worn leather. I almost bump into Jason, the cute one from accounting, when I see it.

ELEVATORS TEMPORARILY OUT OF ORDER. PLEASE USE STAIRS.

Oh, come on. You have got to be kidding me. I push through the crowd of suits as we make our way down the stairwell. As the rest of them shove through the door marked FLOOR 1, I continue down the last flight to the basement. My toes are screaming as I emerge into the poorly lit corridor, but I ignore them. These new Calvin Klein heels will not get the best of me. 

It’s dark down here, with only a few of the overhead lights in working condition. They flicker every few seconds, threatening to shut off without a moments notice and submerge me in utter darkness. Please stay on, I’m terrified of basements. Boxes of old expense reports line the hallway with dates written in permanent marker, and I glance at one that catches my eye. 

June 1994. 

The year I graduated high school. I can practically smell the layers of hairspray from prom as I lift the lid to thumb through the expenditures of that year.

“I don’t know, Scully…”

I freeze when I hear his voice. They’re in their office. His voice is lower than I expected, but oh my God, they’re never here. Of course, I’ve heard of them, their reputations precede them, and the rumors are endless. 

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AGENT Mulder i am standing here in the RAIN and the MUD and the RAIN

#atths

6:03 a.m.

As I’ve promised, showing you my project. Almost two years of hard and intense work. Sculpting, painting, making accessories and outfits! I want to thank all of you, who waited for this release and stayed with me. I want to say a very special thanks to my dear friend Corey🌺, for being and staying with me, supporting me, encouraging me, who did everything she could for Gillian could see this work, but it didn’t happen because of the ban on presenting gifts. Corey, you did everything you could, you have nothing to apologize for !!! I love you, my dear friend. So I ask all of you, those who are not indifferent, who will read this post, who will like my work, please make repost! wherever you can, let them see …

Thank you so much!

Guys, how amazing are these?  The amount of detail- I’m blown away!  She spent SO MANY HOURS making these as perfect as possible. Every tiny detail made by hand. (I hoped to show Gillian pictures yesterday, but no such luck).  Give this artist some love, and reblog these amazing sculptures!

I’m in awe of the blood/sweat and tears that this artist put into this work! Her hard work should definitely be recognized and celebrated! 90% of making art is hard work! Great job @arizona086 !

THIS IS AMAZING

Spooky times.

What?! This is so awesome!

My friend is watching the x files for the first time and knows there are 11 seasons and they’re like ‘oh I know mulder and scully won’t die in any of these bc they’re still about in s11’ like I mean ur not wrong but ur not right

I’m crying over a house. I love Mulder and Scully’s house so much and I just want them to live in it together.