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randomfoggytiger · 2 months ago
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just saw that you reblogged a snippet of Ghost in The Machine. Yes, she does get a little possessive, but she does a little flirting herself, doesn't she? She does the hair behind the ear thing :) oh Scully.
Then, Mulder seems to note when his ex-partner touches Scully's hand to keep her from paying. A tiny bit of "don't touch her" look.
My favorite ahas from this episode are
1. It's Halloween season, or someone just left the pumpkin with candy out all the time and
2. We get to see Scully and Mulder's lunch habits- they get sandwiches or what not and Scully might be the one who pays. Geez, is Mulder really that cheap?
"Is Mulder really that cheap?" XDDDDDD I think it was Scully's day to pay. He brought her the lunches in all things; so it's fair to say they take turns.
I will say, I think Scully was shyly tucking her hair behind her ear. It reminded me of meeting a friend's friend, or a friend's parent: someone who's heard a lot about you, apparently, and already likes you. The Starbuck in her was pleased she had pleased, I think.
The don't touch her look-- you're right! Eeeeeexcellent moment. >:D I do love that Mulder and Scully were possessive of each other from very early on (I'd say since Squeeze: he brazenly admitted it, she dressed down Colton over it. She finally-- admitted it in Tooms.)
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egophiliac · 3 months ago
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still ruminating over Lost In the Book With Spooky Skeletons Part 1, so here's a selection of some of my favorite little bits! (...some more loosely paraphrased than others) (I just feel like Idia has no room to criticize in general, okay)
anyway, I'm sure we're just going to have a fun time celebrating Halloween and nothing bad is going to happen whatsoever! :)
#art#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland spoilers#lost in the book with nightmare before christmas#hajimari no halloween#calling dibs on skeleton kisses as the name of my band#man scully is just a delightful little weirdo and i'm enjoying him immensely#(i'm going with scully until we get something official just because it makes me think of x-files)#(ă‚čă‚«ăƒȘăƒŒ is also how the agent's name is transliterated and i don't know if it was intentional but i love it as a bonus reference)#(i want to believeℱ)#gosh though#'no one at school likes me because i won't shut up about halloween and jack skellington' i'm feeling VERY attacked right now twst#look scully your people are out there#just get on the forums and -- oh wait you're probably from like the 1800s or something#(my theory is that he's from the past and there's just some Book Magic going on to bring us together)#(LOOK they made a point of saying that the book fair has been held annually for a super long time)#a hot topic goth born before hot topic was invented...so sad 😔#i dunno i could be wrong but that feels like a good working theory for now#if it wasn't for mal sensing twsty ~magic~ on him i would think he's like. a christmas elf who's going to kidnap jack in a reverse-nmbc#(not ruling that out though because it would be amazing)#god all the sprites in this event look AMAZING. loving the desaturated colors and the extra drawn-on lines 😍#i'm genuinely kinda sad that we aren't gonna get to see every character like this#who knows...maybe halloweentown will be imperiled again next year...#come back and destroy my keys again please#(that said i'm doing weirdly well so far?)#(i promised i'd save for sebek and just do cursory pulls to get the SRs and not hope for the SSRs)#(...but then leona jumpscared me four coffins in anyway. halloween magic is REAL)
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daynascullys · 5 months ago
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DANA SCULLY & FOX MULDER — the x files
you were my friend and you told me the truth. even when the world was falling apart, you were my constant. my touchstone.
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phannibal · 4 days ago
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THE X-FILES | 3x24 'TALITHA CUMI'
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the-widow-olivia · 10 months ago
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Deep breath.
I am a solidly middle-aged fangirl, and my last real fan community before OFMD was the X-Files. (I feel like I am not the only one here who fits that description).
The news that we aren’t getting a new season of Our Flag Means Death is hitting me harder than I expected.
So I am thinking about Scully.
There’s this X-Files episode called “Clyde Bruckman’s Final Repose.” The plot is about a guy who can see into the future and tell people how they die.
Scully asks him, "How do I die?"
And Clyde Bruckman replies, simply, "You don't."
I've seen fans speculate that Scully winds up becoming immortal by the end of the series. But, 22 years after the end of the show's original run, that line has taken on a new meaning for me.
Scully doesn't die, she can't die, because I still think about her. Scully is immortal because there are fans still writing her into stories, still making art, still getting inspired by her and pursuing medicine and science.
You cannot truly kill a story. You can cancel a TV show. You can, if you're an asshole, make fun of fan creators and their ideas. If you're really an asshole (and a media conglomerate), you can send them cease and desist letters and tell them to stop making art that breathes new life into that story. But the story will not die.
I draw a lot of hope from the long, long history of fandom. The people who loved stories enough to keep them alive, even when it wasn't clear that there would ever be another "official" work in their lifetimes. The Sherlock Holmes fans. The Star Trek fans.
How does a story die?
It doesn’t.
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slimsnipes · 1 year ago
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(light me up)
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rosenkranz-does-things · 25 days ago
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art vs artist. normal art which is mostly my horror girlies (and Tuunbaq) and the. the that.
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mulderscully · 1 year ago
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FOX MULDER | 5.18
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swietadusza · 6 months ago
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koschei-the-ginger · 9 months ago
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fox mulder is the character of all time, he's a 6 feet tall little spoon, he's severely traumatized, his two jobs are being no.1 enemy of the state and a professional personal space invader, his ideal date is going ghost busting on christmas eve, he fought nazis in world war 2, he loves spock, he has a porn collection but hasn't been laid in 10 years. he's utterly devoted to his coworker, to whom he proposed multiple times, but waited 7 years to kiss her. He wore said coworker's cross on a date with a hot vampire lady, he punched his boss in the face, he has 2 different fathers, his best friends thought he was a serial killer. he fucked on Sir Arthur conan doyle's grave in college, he is even bisexual.
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thanx-files · 3 months ago
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The X-Files S5E10: Chinga
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rotaryphoam · 7 months ago
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i had absolutely zero motivation to draw today until i saw this reblog from @princeslimey. so, heres SBURB Files episode 3.
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mulders-too-large-shirt · 2 months ago
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i think it is fascinating that the first time we see mulder have sex (in 3) and the first time we see scully have sex (in never again), both of them approach it fundamentally as an act of self-harm.
mulder, wracked with the grief of losing his partner, trying to save this woman he just met as an act of penance, while scully's necklace dangles around his neck.
scully, processing that she does not have much longer to live, feeling terrified and frustrated, once again trying to force herself into doing what society expects of her, as if that will bring the happiness she has been denied.
i just think it's neat.
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daynascullys · 3 months ago
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how to say "I love you" in x-files [28/?] ‷ 4.18 — “Max”
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tragicotps · 5 months ago
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Gillian Anderson on why she kissed David first at the Emmy awards in 1997 (x)
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lightseoul · 2 months ago
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ooooo could u do 30?? love ur writing sm!! ur an inspiration!!
yes, i can! and thank you so much <3 this one was a bit of a doozy to write, since i really tried to take the unexpected route. enjoy!
(this is lightseoul's 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i'll whip something up!)
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30. "WE SHARE THE SAME NAME!" (1.4k)
he was in the middle of opening the mysterious package—cautious as ever, of course, lest it be a bomb threat sent to the #2 pro-hero dynamight—when he hears the barrage of knocks echo from the door.
he’s not used to visitors showing up unannounced to his home, what with privacy being one of his most deeply held values, especially now that he’s a top-ranking hero in his early 30s.
but it’s not the prospect of having to deal with an intruder that sends his heart racing and his stomach churning with equal parts dread and excitement.
he can easily deal with a non-savory—no doubt about it.
but the person who’s responsible for the all-too-familiar three consecutive, not too heavy but not too light-handed rapping on his door?
not so much.
despite himself, he crosses the distance between him and the entrance in just a matter of few strides, and he takes a deep breath as he steels himself for what’s about to greet him at the other side.
he doesn’t even bother to look through the peep hole, opting to grab the knob and turn it with conviction.
and sure enough, there you are in your—no, his—front porch, decked out in your casual clothes with no makeup on, looking like you just hurriedly dressed yourself to run to his place in a fit of urgency.
it’s that thought that causes his face to morph into worry, even though a million other things are racing in his head, like how long it’s been since you two were alone together, or how fucking pretty you look despite looking so bare and winded.
he gives you another once over, eyebrows further furrowing in confusion, because why the hell would you go out of your way to see him amidst everything? “what’s wrong?”
“nothing,” you start, “it’s just—well, of course it’s not nothing. i wouldn’t bother you if i absolutely had no business to—”
bakugou feels himself frown at your words, but you don’t stop.
“—but i think my package got sent
 here
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you trail off, gaze shifting from him to the cardboard box he was just trying to pry open with his bare hands a few minutes before you unceremoniously arrived at his doorstep, and the second you land on it, your eyes widen, and before he knows it, you’re toeing off your shoes and barging past him and into the living room.
you reach for the package that has been sitting on the kitchen island this entire time, clutching it to your chest and turning to face him, looking absolutely horrified. “you opened it?”
bakugou stammers for a beat, not knowing what to say, before finally settling with: “what else was i supposed to do? we share the same name!”
that must’ve been the wrong thing to say, because your face falls, and for a millisecond he thinks he shouldn’t have went there, but just as quickly you school your face into a neutral expression, before heaving a deep sigh.
“they got my address fucking wrong again.”
neither of you say anything for a while after that, the both of you just standing there in tense silence.
because in bakugou’s case, what the fuck is he supposed to say to that?
that he thinks the universe is telling you two something? that the delivery men can’t even move the fuck on so why should he? that, after all this time, you two do still share the same name, and that it should stay that way—the bakugous—and not separated by a fucking ‘versus’ in the middle?
but he doesn’t say any of these, opting to stare at you instead as you fumbled with the package.
you’re being extra careful with it, he notes, your body angled slightly away from him, perhaps purposely obscuring his view of the parcel.
but then your hands slip and you yelp; down goes the box onto the pristine, hardwood floor, and out tumbles the contents so important that you raced all the way here to what used to be your shared home.
and when he sees it, everything suddenly makes sense.
because sprawled over the ground are what looks to be at least three matching sets of revealing underwear.
before he can even react, though, you swiftly crouch down and stuff the lingerie back into their container.
“they’re not mine—it’s my friend’s.” you then abruptly stand up, awkwardly smoothing back your hair, “she had it sent to my place to save on delivery.”
bakugou doesn’t know how he manages, but he hears himself reply in a surprisingly steady voice. “you don’t have to explain yourself.”
“well, i want to,” you toss back without missing a beat, and he legitimately feels a seed of hope and relief being planted in the pit of his stomach.
because, sure, your reason for filing a divorce against him might be something he can never wrap his fucking head around, but he knows you’re coming from a place of immense love for him.
always, always coming from a place of love.
immense love that he knows hasn’t died out despite your insistent efforts to pull away and keep him at arm’s length.
still, he must’ve been looking pained, because your face softens the way it always did when you were about to soothe him. “i don’t want you to misunderstand, katsuki.”
he doesn’t get the chance to respond to you saying his first name again after what has felt like ages, though, because you reach for the undergarments again before dangling them in the air for him to look at.
“see?” you wiggle them for further emphasis, cringing at the fabric. “you’d catch me dead before you see me in these.”
and he agrees, that type of style was never your cup of tea, and he knows that better than anyone else.
but the way you just said that?
“don’t fucking joke about you being dead.”
“i was just kidding,” you retort defensively, the playful expression that was just etched on your features now long gone. you drop your hand to your side, and you heave such a heavy sigh it wracks your entire body.
you’re exhausted, but so is he.
who wouldn’t be, fighting for a marriage where your spouse is your motherfucking opponent?
bakugou clenches his eyes closed for a second, before opening them and fixing his gaze onto you. you must’ve felt his piercing stare, because your own, timid gaze drifts to him.
and he knows it’s stupid for him to ask, but he just can’t help it—not when you’re looking oh so vulnerable in the kitchen where you’ve cooked a thousand meals together, watching him with palpable longing.
“
are we still doing this?”
this being divorce by litigation—something he never would’ve imagined would be part of his future.
imminent death, life-threatening injuries, global destruction, maybe.
but not this.
and when you nod, he curses himself for even asking in the first place, because no matter how many times you’ve gone over this, the scalding pain that stabs his chest doesn’t get any less excruciating.
“i’m not gonna get any better, kats,” you add on, voice small. “i’m way beyond recovery.”
“and so naturally you have to divorce me?” he snaps, although he instantly regrets it.
you purse your lips into a thin line like you always did when you willed yourself not to cry. “i’m just trying to give you a second chance at love while you still have the time.”
bakugou’s about to spit something along the lines of why you’re talking like you’re already dead but he bites his tongue just in time.
he already knows what your answer is going to be.
so, instead, he shakes his head, muttering to himself. “
whatever the fuck happened to in sickness and in health?”
if you heard him, though, you don’t make it obvious. instead, you gingerly gather your things and start heading for the door.
his eyes only follow your movement as you put on your sneakers, and as you straighten up, he has to fight the lump in his throat at the sight of you leaving.
something that you’ve been doing a lot these days.
“‘m sorry again for the hassle,” you speak up, sheepishly gesturing to the parcel in tow.
he shakes his head. “‘s nothing.”
only it isn’t just nothing.
because at this point, every excuse for him to get to see you is everything.
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