#Mulder and Scully meet the were-monster

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You're really enjoying yourself, aren't you, Scully? Yeah. I am. I forgot how much fun these cases could be.

THE X FILES GIF MEME [5/20] EPISODES Mulder & Scully Meet the Were-Monster (10.03)

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Mulder and Scully meet the Were-Monster is everything I have ever wanted oh my GOD it’s so stupid. Darin Morgan episode. References to literally every other Darin Morgan episode. Rhys Darby jumpscare. Mulder doesn’t know how to use a phone. Scully is leading the investigation. The greatest lines of dialogue I’ve ever heard.

[spookyfbi]

X-Files casting director: Mr Darby, we want you to be in The X-Files playing a cryptid, but can you lose the moustache? We don’t think it fits with the character.

Rhys Darby: yeah, I can lose the moustache! I can lose the shirt if you want!

X-Files casting director: …

X-Files casting director: ok.

X-Files casting director: you can keep the moustache.

[freckleslikestars]

The many facial expressions of Dana Katherine Scully

THE X-FILES | 10.03 Mulder and Scully Meet the Were-Monster

[mrspockomakeitso]

Mulder and Scully meet the were-monster is so insane abdhshahaj this is bonkers.

[meeks-peaks]

Watching the X-Files is such a wild ride. You have the disappointment that is season 9, which did give the whole show a pretty good ending tho, then you have IWTB, which is truly a piece of shit movie if I've ever seen one, then you have the first two episodes of season 10 which give you more disappointment and then – then you finally get to see 'Mulder and Scully meet the Were-Monster' and it's SO rewarding. It's like coming home. It's so incredibly funny, it doesn't take itself serious one bit. Fucking fantastic.

[unremarkablehouse]

I have fave eps in seasons from 1-7 (I only like the MSR scenes in episodes from season 8) but I realized the Revival actually had a lot of great episodes, I just ignored the mythology (which was still better than season 8 or 9). I didn’t include Babylon on my faves list, even though it had some awesome moments because I dislike Agent Einstein.

[tampire]

Faith Renewed

[sleepyscully]

I absolutely ADORE “Mulder & Scully meet the Were Monster” and here is why:

- truly a monster of the week episode which I love

- the comedy of it (reminds me of Bad Blood)

- the existential dread Mulder is facing

- Mulder having the theme song as his ring tone

- the subversion of the were-wolf trope

- the whole “actually the way society is going sucks” and everything that Guy was saying about these “urges” that humans have

- the dedications on the tombstones to the real people we lost

- Scully mentioning Queequeg and stealing adopting another dog

- Scully mentioning she is immortal

- “The internet is not good for you” and the whole smartphone thing is just… so good and feels accurate and silly at the same time

- the trans representation (i don’t think it aged exceptionally well but it’s there and it could be so much worse)

- “that’s how i like my mulder”

- Scully so obviously enjoying herself

- “I think my phone is not working correctly because guys don’t send me pictures of their junk” (I’m paraphrasing i think but yeah, all of this)

- Scully.

Thanks for coming to my ted talk

[i-used-to-be-a-spy]

OMG Mulder and Scully Meet the Were-Monster is one of my fav x files episodes of all time!!

[mararhodus]

This episode is great all around, but I genuinely think what makes Were Monster one of the, if not the absolute, best of the revival is just the fact it's Mulder at his most Middle Aged Dad™️...

Well, that and the cunty trans woman. I mean, the one that isn't Mulder.

[xfiles-vibes]

Oh my heart 💔

We love you, Kim.

Kim Manners’ catch phrase in episodes of The X-Files

“Let’s kick it in the ass.”

Hollywood A.D. (7x19)  |  Mulder and Scully Meet the Were-Monster (10x03) 

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THE X-FILES — 10.03 "Mulder and Scully Meet the Were-Monster"

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David Duchovny as Fox Mulder The X-Files 10.03 "Mulder & Scully Meet the Were-Monster"

[leiascully]

Visitor & The All The Choices We've Made-verse

I don't think I've actually ever made a post of all of the Visitor-related fics, so here it is, inspired by the anon from the other day. All links are AO3 links, although all fics can also be found on my blog with a little digging.

Visitor At least he's guaranteed to see her once a year. (30K, written pre-revival, angst & PTSD to happily reunited)

Resident They have missed every other date they might have held significant - birthdays, anniversaries, days of mourning, days of celebration - but they will keep this appointment. (34K, the Scully-POV companion to Visitor)

Between A Rock And A Hard Place Tad O'Malley makes Mulder and Scully an offer they can't refuse. (12K, Visitor-compliant rewrite of My Struggle I)

Home Again Mulder and Scully investigate a mysterious murder in Philadelphia as Scully deals with her mother's failing health. (18K, Visitor-compliant rewrite of Home Again)

A Mann's World "When was the last time we had a lizard monster, anyway?" (17K, Visitor-compliant rewrite of Mulder & Scully Meet The Were-Monster)

Bonus materials (revival era):

Taurus Season Surely she could find some worthier trigger for her nostalgia than a mid-size American sedan with roughly the same design scheme as a dentist’s waiting room. (700 words, sometime during S11, a meditation on the road)

Mrs. & Mr. Spooky Spurred by an encounter with Tom Colton, Scully buys a birthday gift for Mulder. (1.5K, unrelenting fluff)

Bonus materials (pre-revival):

A Cabin In The Woods Mulder and Scully, on the run, stay for a while in a cabin in the mountains in Montana. A series of interlacing vignettes. (14K, a few months of respite and the Montana Mountain Woman)

Housewarming A walk in the woods near the unremarkable house; a fall night; a fire in the fireplace. (1.4K, what if the unremarkable house felt like the cabin?)

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WIP: on the run

This is a thing that spiraled out of control from a tiny headcanon. I'm not sure this will ever become an actual fic, but I thought I'd share this angsty little snippet, because it can stand on its own. They're on the run after season 9, and Mulder feels guilty, so things happen.

tagging @today-in-fic

It happens only once after they go on the run. Only once, after days on the road, too many days of never-ending worry and fear. Endless days of constantly looking over their shoulders, endless nights with little to no sleep, expecting to be caught any second. It happens once and only once, and Scully knew it was coming. Still, it hits her hard when it does.

It’s a Tuesday, maybe a Wednesday morning; days of the week have lost all meaning, blending together in strips of highway and cheap motels. She wakes up in some damp, moldy room in the middle of nowhere and the bed next to her is cold. For a second, her brain refuses to make sense of it; she sits up, blinking against the light, listening. No sounds from the bathroom, no water running. His bag is missing, no longer on the chair in the corner where he left it. The shock pierces her heart cold as ice: he's gone. Her frantic eyes fall on a note on the bedside table, his familiar handwriting in blue ballpoint pen on yellowed motel stationery:

I'm sorry. I can't do this to you. You deserve so much better, Scully. Please don't be mad at me, you know I'm right about this. I love you.

They checked in late last night and went straight to bed. She doesn't have anything to pack. In her rush to put yesterday's clothes back on, she gets caught in her sweater, can't find the armhole, can't get it over her head, and she loses precious seconds; god knows where he is by now. She leaves in such a hurry she forgets her toothbrush in the bathroom.

He left the car. Of course he did. The keys are in her bag where she put them, having driven the last few miles of their journey last night. That stupid man, if he tried to hitchhike and risked being recognized—she doesn't want to think about it, she needs a level head right now. She knows him better than anyone. Where could he have gone? He doesn't want to be found, not by the cops, and now not by her. Her chest aches and she can’t breathe. She doesn't even know how long he's been gone, and she curses her ability to sleep through absolutely everything. But she knows him. She knows him. If anyone can find him, it's her.

At least this she knows, this is something she can do. So much is out of her control. But she’s fought monsters. She’s solved puzzles nobody else wanted to touch. She can figure this out. And she knows where to start. She knows Mulder.

**

The late afternoon sun casts his shadow long over the soft grass at his feet, and she slams the car door harder than necessary, ready to cry with anger or relief or whatever the hell it is she's feeling. "Mulder."

"Hey, Scully," he says, sounding guilty, resigned, his face unhappy and tired as he meets her eyes.

"What the hell—" She breaks off, barely able to speak through the pounding of her heart. "Mulder, what were you thinking...?"

"I'm sorry," he says. He looks so utterly defeated. "How did you find me?"

She shakes her head, deciding not to get into the shit job he did of concealing his steps; it's almost like he left an intentional trail of breadcrumbs for her to follow, but this is not the time for that discussion. "I cannot believe you. After everything? You try to pull a stunt like this after everything we've been through?"

"It's my fault," he says. "It's all my fault. You're cut off from everyone you love. You have no future. You have no son. Because of me."

"You're such a fucking idiot," she spits at him. He doesn't move, doesn't reply, only lowers his eyes in shame. "Mulder," she tells him. "Look at me."

He doesn't, just lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "Go home, Scully."

"Just stop it," she says. "You know I'm not going to do that. So can we just not do this? Please? Can we please not fight about this?”

“I don’t want to fight with you.” His voice is barely more than a whisper. “I want you to be safe.”

“Yeah, well.” She takes a few steps closer, sighing. “We can’t always get everything we want.”

“Scully.” His hand reaches for her and she reaches back, she always does, she always will. “This isn’t fair to you.”

“Leaving without a word isn’t fair,” she says. There’s more she wants to say. Promises she wants to hear but can’t ask for; promises she wants to make that she can’t put into words. Not yet. Instead, she wraps her arms around him and holds on, closes her eyes when he finally lifts his arms to squeeze her tight and bury his face in her hair.

“What are we going to do?” he asks.

He’s warm against her, warm and solid and there. “I don’t know,” she says.

She can’t keep this anger inside, and he can’t shoulder this guilt on his own. But she’s too exhausted to fight. Too drained to do anything more than stand here with him. Capitulation and relief are written into every breath against her neck, into the way he wraps himself around her. He doesn’t have the strength to let go. Months ago she’s held him like this once before, and she understands how it tears him apart—she’d felt it too, then: loving him so much she’d needed him to leave, needing him so much she’d wanted him to stay.

“What can I do?” he asks, and she fills in the blanks: What can I do to make this right? What can I do to prove I’m sorry? What can I do to make it so that all this never happened?

And she wants to tell him: please see me, please understand that I need you. “Talk to me,” she says, aware of her hypocrisy; her own words are safely locked away where he will never hear them. He left because he loves her. She found him for the same reason.

“I’ll try,” he says.

She knows he wants her anger and she wishes she could give it to him, but she has no fight left in her and neither does he. If she hopes for it hard enough, maybe they’ll be okay. After all, she knows he’s hoping for the same thing.