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Hello hello hello! It's been rather a while, hasn't it? I've got some free time rn, so I thought I'd do a little round-up post of the last few weeks or so.
GLEE:
Okay, this part's gonna be short because I genuinely can't put most of my feelings into words. I'm not sure if I love it or if I hate it, but on the whole there's a lot of stuff (Mercedes-related, Rachel-related, Will-related (omg ikr wtaf) etc) that I'm looking forward to and desperately hoping the writers don't fuck up.
- After the last episode, I have all of these Rachel/Mercedes feelings but they're all angsty as fuq when that's always been my happy ship, so idk man.
- Yes, Sam/Mercedes has been written. Yes, it's self-indulgent drivel made only remotely readable by the help of the ever-wonderful elva_barrYes, it will be posted soon.
- Santana/Brittany has also managed to sneak up on me again now that they're back to being besties with benefits (with added political aspirations!) I started writing S/B porn in Brittany's presidential office (i'm not hip to any spoilers saying she wins, but in this fic she did), but then accidentally left the notebook I was writing in lying around somewhere. Woops. Sure hope I find that soon...
- On the whole, the one thing I'm really still missing from this show (because I'm sort of ignoring as many flaws as I can rn) is that there still doesn't seem to be much friendship in it. You know? Like, no one is really friends with each other unless they're dating. I just need Puck and Finn to go on brodates with Artie, or Mercedes and Kurt to do a fabulous fierce flawfree duet together, or or or yeah. Just something.
CASTLE:
I am so behind in this show! I've only seen the premiere, omg. How's it been, guys? I haven't heard much of anything about the new season at all. Has Beckett admitted to Castle that she remembers? Is she still seeing Josh? Is Castle still trying to solve the case by himself? Actually, don't tell me any of that, I've changed my mind, dnw spoilers. Just. Is it good? I don't have much free time nowadays, but if y'all say it is I'll make time to catch myself up :D
MERLIN:
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Pardon the incoherent capslock flail, but o m g. What was this episode? So many feelings. Arthur! Merlin! Morgana! Whyyyyy.
- Okay so i don't know if Merlin has been this much of an emotional rollercoaster since that one episode where everyone's sleeping and it's sad but then Arthur Merlin and Morgana are carrying Uther around and trying to figure out how to hide him and Merlin suggests that they dress him up as a woman and then he gets him two pillows because he's the king and I'm just sitting here dying with laughter but then it all gets angsty as fuq and Merlin poisons Morgana and I crey forevery.
Just. In this ep, first you laugh your ass off at Arthur's ridiculous face when the performer's are throwing knives at him, only then it gets super tense, and then you laugh at drugged Arthur about to walk around with no pants. Only then Uther's dying and Arthur's crying and I'm rhyming and it's super sad. Then a bunch of stuff happens and hearts in my eyes over the M/A and they're both so fucking hopeful because maybe Uther will be saved and maybe Merlin won't have to hide his magic anymore, and it works but then it doesn't and i creyed and creyed and creyed, because Arthur says he'll never again trust magic. Arthur holds his vigil, and Merlin holds his, and then Arthur comes out and finds Merlin there and I'm sobbing like a baby, only then Arthur calls Merlin his friend FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER and my tears are tears of joy and then everything is happy and beautiful and they're smiling and Arthur is king and WTF ARE YOU DOING TO MY FEELINGS SHOW?
Ahem.
- So I ship all the things, in case you haven't noticed. I've been pretty big on Merlin/Morgana for a while now because hot-ass magical enemies being all UST-y all over the place just does things to me, but Merlin/Arthur has come back in full force, lemme tell ya.
- For all that I really don't like Uther, I'm gonna miss having Anthony Stewart Head on the show. He's amazing, and I've always been kinda dreading the day he'd leave.
- I was a little disappointed that they didn't mention Lancelot this week. Dude died recently, you know? Side note: damn, Arthur's losing people left, right, and center rn.
And last but not least, I wrote this super recently, it's rough and short and ridiculous, but I was talking with arboursgreen about how ridic it is that Mulder's bday is on International Skeptics Day, and she mentioned that Scully would tease him mercilessly over it, and commentfic happened.
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When Scully pops into their basement office bright and early on October the 13th, with a box of cupcakes in one hand and some case files in the other, Mulder makes one of his infamous leaps of logic and, unfortunately, arrives at a conclusion that is one-hundred-percent wrong.
Rubbing his hands together in mock glee, he says, “Oh, Scully, you shouldn’t have!”
“Good morning to you too, Mulder. I shouldn’t have what?” she asks, setting the cupcakes and the files down on his desk. She crosses her arms and lifts her chin. It’s kinda cute how she takes advantage of every opportunity to be taller than him, to really milk that Scully Look. He grins at her, and her lips twitch upwards a little as she relaxes.
“The cupcakes,” he says, “and the files. Got something spooky up your sleeve? I tell ya, Scully, it’s my day, and I’m feeling lucky.”
She frowns, tilting her head to the side as she considers him, and she says, “It’s - Mulder, what day do you think it is?”
“Uh, I’m fairly sure it’s the thirteenth of October, and it’s my birthday, and you brought me cupcakes. I mean, correct me if I’m wrong, Scully, but as far as I’m aware that is the custom.”
“Your… your birthday,” she repeats. Her lips quiver, like she’s trying to suppress a smile, and he frowns quizzically. What the hell is going on here? She continues, slowly, like she’s trying the words out for size. “October the thirteenth is your birthday.”
“That’s what it says on my badge, Scully,” he says, and now he’s sure something is up because his keen observation skills have picked up on the fact that her shoulders have started shaking so hard that those weirdly large shoulderpads of hers are wiggling up and down.
She brushes her hair out of her eyes slowly, then she says, “The cupcakes are for me, Mulder. And the files are filled with perfectly mundane, ordinary cases. The kind that can be solved not with brilliant, intuitive, insights that are more often than not completely speculative, or with unconfirmed reports of UFO sightings from fifty years ago, but with science.”
“This may be the worst birthday present ever, Scully. I never thought anything could top out that dollar store ant farm from Aunt Mabel, back in first grade, but you are just full of surprises, I guess,” and he’s mostly joking, but he was kind of looking forward to those cupcakes. It’d been nice to think she’d gotten them for him.
“Mulder, I - October thirteenth isn’t just your birthday. I actually had no idea that it was, and I can’t wrap my head around it, honestly,” she says.
“I’m not following.”
“October thirteenth is International Skeptics Day, Mulder,” she says, and, okay, she’s definitely laughing at him now. Not out loud, but there’s this devilish glint in her eye that says it all. He knows he’ll probably laugh about this too, later; he’ll laugh long and hard about how his life is the universe’s big joke, and this is the final, damning proof. For now, though, all he can do is sit there, slack-jawed, staring up at her in disbelief.
“Has no one ever mentioned this to you?” she asks. “I find that hard to believe. This is the kind of irony I'd expect from Dickens, not real life."
He’s never seen her smile so brightly before.
When he doesn’t say anything, she sighs, the smile fading, and she braces her hip against the edge of his desk. “Well, I wasn’t expecting this, to say the least. This was going to be my one day this year to revel in the explainable. A breather from the X-files, I guess.”
He’s not quite sure what to say to that. They’ve only been partners for half a year or so, but he’s gotten used to having her around. He’d never expected her to stay, not in those first few weeks after the Oregon case, when she jumped at every shadow but brushed it off after, and buried herself in her rationalism to escape what they’d seen. But she had stayed, and they’d done some damn good work together. He’ll admit that, yeah, he’d been hoping that she’d stick around, and to hear her talk about the X-files as something unwanted, something smothering… it doesn’t feel great.
She must see something in his face, because she smiles reassuringly. “I’m not going to take away your day, Mulder. Just give me this one morning to steamroll my way through as many of these files and these cupcakes as I can. Then I’ll treat you to lunch, and we’ll grab our gear and go find you some monsters. How’s that sound?”
He can’t help but grin. A compromise from the uncompromising Scully. Might be the best birthday present he’s ever gotten, after all. “You’ve got yourself a deal, Scully, on one condition.”
“And what’s that, Mulder?”
“A cupcake for the birthday boy,” he says, and she chuckles.
“It’ll go straight to your hips,” she warns with a smile before popping the box open to let him choose. She pulls up a chair and opens a file, and they spend most of the morning arguing back and forth with their mouths full of cupcake. The cases she’s chosen are interesting, for all that there’s nothing even vaguely supernatural about them, but he passes the time coming up with the most bizarre theories possible just to see her eyebrows raise and her lips purse. (He gets a kick, and, okay, maybe some stupidly warm, fuzzy feelings in his heart region, when she starts telling him off with a smidge of icing just below her lower lip. He’s so busy trying not to smile that he can’t even come up with a decent rebuttal, and when she smiles triumphantly it just makes the icing more noticeable. He can’t hide his grin after that.)
International Skeptics Day may celebrate the daily bane of his existence, but, he thinks, it’s pretty great, too.
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PS: hey lj cuts are working today \o/