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Things that tell you a lot about me, probably:
- that time I got a Gryffindor tattoo.
- that time I got a TRON tattoo.
- that time we dressed the baby up as our TARDIS.
- (now a sock monkey-TARDIS).
- Greendale Graduate Baby.
- that time the boyfriend proposed in front of a dinosaur at the American Museum of Natural History.
- these intro posts, i guess.

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June 22, 2011

notnadia:

howlingfantods:

outpour:

SCULLY: So, uh, I get this message marked “urgent” on my answering service from one Fox Mantle telling me to come down to the park for a very special, very early or very late birthday present. And Mulder, I don’t see any nicely wrapped presents lying around, so what gives? MULDER: You’ve never hit a baseball, have you Scully? SCULLY: No, I guess I have, uh, found more necessary things with my time then slap a piece of horse-hide with a stick. MULDER: Get over here Scully. SCULLY: [she takes the bat] Is this my birthday present, Mulder? You shouldn’t have. MULDER: This ain’t cheap. I’m paying that kid ten bucks an hour to shag balls. It’s not a bad piece of ash, huh? [she gives him a look] The bat. I’m talking about the bat. Now don’t strangle it, you just want to shake hands with it. “Hello Mr. Bat, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” “Oh, no, no, Miss Scully, the pleasure’s all mine.” Okay, we wanna, we wanna go hips before hands, okay, we wanna stride forward and turn, that’s all we’re thinking about. So, we go hips before hands. One more time, hips before hands. All right, what is it? SCULLY: Hips before hands. MULDER: Now we’re gonna wait on the pitch, we’re gonna keep our eye on the ball, and then we’re just gonna make contact. We’re not gonna think, we’re just gonna let it fly, Scully. Okay? Ready? SCULLY: [readjusting her hands] I’m in the middle. MULDER: All right, fire away poor boy! [ball flies at them and they swing] Ooh, that was good. All right, what you may find is you concentrate on hitting that little ball, [they hit the ball again] the rest of the world just fades away. All your everyday, nagging concerns. The ticking of your biological clock, [another hit] how you probably couldn’t afford that nice, new suede coat on a G-Woman’s salary, how you threw away a promising career in medicine [another hit] to hunt aliens with a crackpot, albeit brilliant, partner, getting into the heart of a global conspiracy [another hit], your obscenely overdue triple-X bill… Oh, I’m sorry Scully, the last two problems were mine, not yours. SCULLY: Shut up Mulder, I’m playing baseball.

The X-Files, 6x19 The Unnatural

God bless you, David Duchovny, for writing this episode.

Oh god, the little hip wiggle and the low voice in her ear and the jockeying for hand position and you know there was no way Scully didn’t know how to play baseball, and then somehow it was just so perfect and I can still see the whole thing in my head and MULDER AND SCULLY TO ME YOU ARE PERFECT

howlingfantods:

outpour:

SCULLY: So, uh, I get this message marked “urgent” on my answering service from one Fox Mantle telling me to come down to the park for a very special, very early or very late birthday present. And Mulder, I don’t see any nicely wrapped presents lying around, so what gives?
MULDER: You’ve never hit a baseball, have you Scully?
SCULLY: No, I guess I have, uh, found more necessary things with my time then slap a piece of horse-hide with a stick.
MULDER: Get over here Scully.
SCULLY: [she takes the bat] Is this my birthday present, Mulder? You shouldn’t have.
MULDER: This ain’t cheap. I’m paying that kid ten bucks an hour to shag balls. It’s not a bad piece of ash, huh? [she gives him a look] The bat. I’m talking about the bat. Now don’t strangle it, you just want to shake hands with it. “Hello Mr. Bat, it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” “Oh, no, no, Miss Scully, the pleasure’s all mine.” Okay, we wanna, we wanna go hips before hands, okay, we wanna stride forward and turn, that’s all we’re thinking about. So, we go hips before hands. One more time, hips before hands. All right, what is it?
SCULLY: Hips before hands.
MULDER: Now we’re gonna wait on the pitch, we’re gonna keep our eye on the ball, and then we’re just gonna make contact. We’re not gonna think, we’re just gonna let it fly, Scully. Okay? Ready?
SCULLY: [readjusting her hands] I’m in the middle.
MULDER: All right, fire away poor boy! [ball flies at them and they swing] Ooh, that was good. All right, what you may find is you concentrate on hitting that little ball, [they hit the ball again] the rest of the world just fades away. All your everyday, nagging concerns. The ticking of your biological clock, [another hit] how you probably couldn’t afford that nice, new suede coat on a G-Woman’s salary, how you threw away a promising career in medicine [another hit] to hunt aliens with a crackpot, albeit brilliant, partner, getting into the heart of a global conspiracy [another hit], your obscenely overdue triple-X bill… Oh, I’m sorry Scully, the last two problems were mine, not yours.
SCULLY: Shut up Mulder, I’m playing baseball.

The X-Files, 6x19 The Unnatural

God bless you, David Duchovny, for writing this episode.

Oh god, the little hip wiggle and the low voice in her ear and the jockeying for hand position and you know there was no way Scully didn’t know how to play baseball, and then somehow it was just so perfect and I can still see the whole thing in my head and MULDER AND SCULLY TO ME YOU ARE PERFECT

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