Honey, please squeeze me tight / Don't you want your baby to be alright?
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Howard Zinn nailed it.
Universities and righteous students are targets of the fascist conservative industrial complex.
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i love 90s television all these high quality fabrics got me so turned on i almost passed out
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when I see something dated 2019 I think âoh thatâs not too long agoâ and then I remember that 2019 was not only five years ago but those five years have somehow contained several lifetimes
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How about some middle-aged reflections on the early days of their (romantic/sexual) relationship?
Theyâre spreading mulch around the trees, tucking flowerbeds in for winter. The air is crisp and dry, sharpened by the pungent smell of the mulch.
âGot the Stanford alumni newsletter yesterday,â Scully says. âGuess who their new entomology professor is.â
He frowns back, puzzled. Her tone indicates that the answer is one he should get. Does he know any entomologists?
Mulder starts to shake his head. âI have no-â
He sees her face, the smirk sheâs trying hide, and then he remembers. âNooooo,â he says, drawing the word out with a laugh. âBambi?��
âBambi,â she confirms, grinning now. âDid you sleep with her? I honestly canât remember.â
âNo!â Heâs a bit shocked that she thought this. Heâd kind of wanted to though, he recalls. Little khaki shorts.
Scully rolls her eyes. âOh, sorry to impugn your virtue.â
Mulder offers her a petulant look. âYou make it sound like I was Wilt Chamberlain-ing my way through every case.â
She leans against the big sycamore, scoffs. âYouâre mighty defensive there, Marty.â
He grins back. âJudge away. You werenât putting out yet. Not to me, anyway.â
Scully laughs. âWe were so young.â
âWe were so young.â
She rolls her palms around the rake handle, her beautiful slim fingers with oval nails like the inside of a seashell. Sheâd been pretty back then, he thinks. Lovely. But now sheâs ethereal, refined to some radiant essence.
âI thinkâŚ.hmm. I think some part of me really felt that if you and I followed the rules then everyone else had to as well, you know?â Her expression is a little wistful. A little sad.
He does know. âI like to think it made it that much sweeter in the end.â
âIt did. I loved you soâŚsoâŚ.purely. I remember when you made it to that Congressional hearing. I think I was done then. The rest was just waiting to happen.â She laughs, a little shy even now.
âYou were like Beatrice,â he says to her, adoringly, in the honeyed light. âCome to lead me into Paradise.â
Scully drops the rake, walks over to take his hands in hers. âIs this heaven?â she asks, gazing up.
Mulder smiles back, squeezes her cool little fingers. The wind chimes on the deck ripple like harp strings. The sun makes a halo on her tawny head.
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Eve//1x11
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I asked Twitter to give me some drabble prompts as well, and boy did they:
Theyâd been on the road for hours and the tank was running low, having burned extra fuel passing a convoy of Army trucks through the Ozarks. They rattled off the highway and through a gravely intersection, the haze of Missouriâs farms clinging to the car in a fine layer of dust, and Mulder opted for the Kum & Go instead of the Mobile station merely for the pleasure of needling Scully with innuendo.
The storefront of the station was bright and bustling, its windows peddling cigarettes and Route 66 tchotch, and his partner stretched languidly before slamming her door and heading inside. The handle of the gas pump was gummy and the prices were insane, but it was worth filling the tank if only to watch the sway of Scullyâs hips as she walked away from the car.
A ratty old coupe pulled up next to him and four college-aged boys unfolded out of it, one tipping the last dregs of a can of Mountain Dew into his yaw. They were probably hungover but they were still brimming with energy, youth, their skin sun-kissed and pliant. They could put anything in their bodies and it would turn into thin, ropey muscle. Just looking at them made Mulderâs knees ache. He watched them over the roof of their rented Ford.
The driver of the coupe loped off toward the cashier window with a handful of crumpled bills and loose change, and the three other boys, left to their own teenaged devices, started scrumming on the asphalt, kicking at one another joyfully, laughing too loud and getting in other carâs way. A sharp honk from a Honda cowed them back to their own vehicle, but spurred them into defiance, and they shouted obscenities at the older driver as they leaned back against their car.
A flash of spun gold caught the edge of his vision, and he turned to see Scully making her way back to him, her hair bright as corona in the sharp slant of the sun. Her beauty was not lost on the boys next to him, who quieted upon her approach, their eyes fixed on her like statues, her heels snapping crisply on the tarry blacktop.
Scully seemed not to notice their gaze, or if she did, she gave no sign of it, though her eyes flicked to Mulderâs as she neared the side of the Taurus. As she reached for the door handle, the air was pierced with a single sharp wolf whistle. Mulder felt his dander rise like mercury but he said nothing, and the boys leaning against the coupe watched Scully in curious regard, waiting for a reaction.
His partner did nothing but pause casually in the doorway of the Taurus and carefully unbutton her suit coat, shrugging it off her shoulders as one of the boys hissed something too quiet for Mulder to hear. She folded the jacket and turned to deposit it in the carâs rear seat, turning to reveal to the teens behind her the steely black grip of her Glock, the leather of its holster a dull matte in the rays of the sun.
Mulder heard one of the boys mutter a quiet âoh shit,â and he rehung the gas pump handle as Scully slid into the car with a small smile, the boys behind her doing the same, clamoring against each other in their haste.
Mulder got in the car himself and secured his seatbelt before turning to his partner.
âYou enjoy that?â he asked.
âImmensely,â she said, not meeting his eyes, but grinning toward the dash.
Mulder chuffed a laugh and ground the ignition, unable to contain a smile.
âAtta girl,â he said.
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"You should be at the club" Direct exposure to the club would kill me instantly
"You should be at bar trivia night" This I cannot deny
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