#herrenvolk

[trusttnno1]

The X-Files rewatch >> Herrenvolk (4.1)

[mullysculder98]

Mulder the type of guy to pour gasoline all over his face and then be all "Ahh!! My eyes!! I can't see!! Cuz the gasoline!!"

[sp00kyactionatadistance]

The X-Files • Herrenvolk

“You put such faith in your science, Scully, but the things I’ve seen, science provides no place to start.

Nothing happens in contradiction to nature, only in contradiction to what we know of it. And that’s a place to start. That’s where the hope is.”

[agathabridgerton]

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Season Four Master Post

Season four is one of the most beloved seasons of The X-Files, and we had a lot of fun exploring the background characters that helped make it so special!

Check out this thread to see all the characters we got to meet this season!

Herrenvolk (4x01) | X

No one would remember him, and if they did, they would struggle to remember a name they were never told. The memory of his existence would remain occluded by the shadows he lived in.

Home (4x02) | Sheriff Andy Taylor

For protection, his father had said, as he pressed the unfamiliar cold metal into Taylor’s warm hand. To keep your family safe.

To keep your home safe.

He shuts the drawer. He isn’t ready for this reality, not now. Not yet.

Teliko (4x03) | Special Agent Sean Pendrell

With them, it was never something simple. It was a computer chip so fragile he could barely study it. It was a complex string of numbers and letters tracking a smallpox vaccination program for reasons he couldn’t even begin to fathom.

This was what he went to school for.

Unruhe (4x04) | Gerry Schnauz

Gerry knew she needed his help the moment they met. There was a howler inside of her head — a black mass invading her body and mind.

The Field Where I Died (4x05) | Melissa Rydell Ephesian

Melissa struggled with the idea of reincarnation, but dared not show it. And as it turned out, a broken link in the chain of her faith led to more broken links.

When she first saw Vernon hurt a child, the chain shattered.

Sanguinarium (4x06) | Dr. Theresa Shannon

The face on the computer had looked just like Jack, but that had to be impossible. The science of surgery hadn’t come that far. To spread the eyes further apart, change features completely… and besides, she knows him. Knows the person he is…

Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man (4x07) | Albert M. Godwinkle

All Albert M. Godwinkle wants today is to read a halfway decent manuscript that puts a smile on his disgruntled face. Today is not that day.

Tunguska (4x08) | Alex Krycek

If looks could kill, Alex would be a dead man. But he thrives off this, off making Mulder squirm. It’s just so fucking easy.

Terma (4x09) | Senator Albert Sorenson

He was a staunch proponent of holding insubordinate witnesses in contempt when the court was not being respected, and no one, not even a government employee, was immune to that.

Paper Hearts (4x10) | Addie Sparks

The little girl he loves is gone, and she is never coming back.

Just like me.

El Mundo Gira (4x11) | Migrant Worker

At the simple mention of El Chupacabra, the shack erupted in a cacophony of worry, as if merely saying the name might summon the beast.

Leonard Betts (4x12) | Michele Wilkes

Even through the panic she felt screaming through her that nothing about this was okay, she felt a moment of relief wash over her. Maybe it had all been a dream. Maybe her partner hadn’t died while she was at the wheel.

Never Again (4x13) | Ed Jerse

Deadbeat. Loser. Failure.

He’s heard it all, and he has had enough. No one humiliates Ed Jerse anymore. No, not now. Never again.

Memento Mori (4x14) | Kurt Crawford

What is destined for a creature borne of fluid and test tubes, guided by the hands of cruel men?

Kaddish (4x15) | Ariel Luria

Someone else’s hatred had taken her true love away. Just like that, in an instant, like it was nothing. But it was not hatred that led her to the gravesite that stormy night.

Unrequited (4x16) | Special Agent Kent Hill

Hill slides in his earpiece, watching as their eyes lock. His wife would call it eavesdropping, but as he steps closer, tilting his head just right to better hear their hushed voices, Hill simply calls it satisfying a long-standing curiosity.

Tempus Fugit (4x17) | Bartender

The man tried to fluff the pink ball back into shape after presumably squashing it in his pocket. “The woman I came in with— it’s her birthday, and she loves these things. I was wondering if there was any way you could ask someone in the back to put it on a plate and bring it out to her?”

Max (4x18) | Sharon Graffia

Sharon Graffia isn’t a liar. She’d only done what she needed to in order for people to believe her. All she’s ever wanted was someone to believe her.

Synchrony (4x19) | Jason Nichols

Naïveté and a complete lack of understanding of the consequences of their work had been their downfall. But how could they have known?

Small Potatoes (4x20) | Eddie Van Blundht

It didn’t take him long to realize he’d initially misread the situation when he saw them at the clinic. Based on the look Dana Scully shot him when he tried to hold her hand at the airport, he knew he was navigating territory Fox Mulder had yet to conquer.

Zero Sum (4x21) | Billy

He slowly twisted his neck to the right, and was horrified by the sight before him. In the next bed over was David from his class, his face covered in gross red bumps. He looked dead.

Billy didn’t know what else to do. He started crying.

Elegy (4x22) | Lauren Heller

She had an exam in the morning. Her mother’s birthday was the following weekend. She had plans.

Demons (4x23) | Amy Cassandra

As she speaks, the deep wound in her skull throbs, reminding her that that was true, until weeks ago when she’d traded the nightmare of one penetrating drill with the reality of another.

Gesthemane (4x24) | Father McCue

Her faith had come from God, yes… but it had also come from another, less expected source. Perhaps it still did.

Stay tuned for more perspectives coming in Season Five!

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We spend so much time deliberating and chatting about who to use in a given episode or where certain characters would be best utilized in the series, and we'd love to hear any opinions or predictions you might have! Do you have a favorite minor character? What episodes do you think would be best for our favorite recurring characters? Your feedback is one of the most enjoyable parts of this project (and sometimes hearing other perspectives can help inform the decisions we have to make). - @admiralty-xfd, @fridaysat9, @monikafilefan, and @gaycrouton

[california-112]

I'm not convinced that dousing yourself with gasoline is the smartest plan Mulder

[icedteainthatbag]

them in “herrenvolk”

[agent-troi]

ok why didn’t the stabby stick kill the alien bounty hunter in herrenvolk, was it just a shitty prototype or what lmao and if so it’s kind of funny how everyone was fighting over it and saying how it was just so so important

[chavisory]

"A group of genetically controlled children were raised and monitored on a compound in Litchfield. The boys were called Adam and the girls were called Eve."

Love the parallel set up later with the farms populated entirely by the boys called Kurt and girls called Samantha!

[x-files-polls]

Summary: Pursued by an Alien Bounty Hunter, Jeremiah Smith takes Mulder to a farm where he finds several girls who are clones of his sister.

[thexfilesbracket]

Drive - A man tormented by a piercing sound that could make his head explode unless he heads west as fast as possible takes Mulder hostage to drive for him, while Scully rushes to find the cause of this affliction that also killed the man's wife.

Herrenvolk - With his mother on deathbed and the alien bounty hunter in pursuit, Mulder decides to put the alien healer in mortal danger for a chance to finally uncover the whole truth behind the alien conspiracy. Meanwhile, Mr. X's cover is blown.

[tanadrin]

the fact that the israeli construction industry was dependent on cheap palestinian labor and is currently at a standstill is one of those facts that learning it just makes you want to scream in frustration. there isn't any especially unique historical circumstance at work here. it's all always the same material incentives all the way down, for which the ideological justification (whatever its origin) is now just a fig leaf for a profitable status quo.

[marinetti-dinner-party]

the most compelling thing about the october 7 exhibit is the merch they're selling

people who follow this blog (first of all: WHY?) know my deep affection for fascist merch. mma lifestyle clothing brands. teas. seasoning. soap. now you can visit a burnt up car (who burnt the car? uhhhh hamas of course DON'T ASK QUESTIONS) and buy a bucket hat to show your love of america's favorite military base/nation of genocidal spoiled children.

[victusinveritas]

Reminder: if someone says something like this to you in public, facial readjustment via pavement is always fine.

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

there's at least one TXF scene where Scully says something profound about how her faith intersects with her strictly scientific beliefs and I. need that

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Herrenvolk (4x01)

Through the dull roar of blood rushing to his ears, he can hear everything. The residents of Hegal Place are unwinding, kids are arguing with their parents about wanting to stay up later, the opening music to a show he never got to watch is playing through old speakers, couples in love are discussing their plans for the days ahead of them.

His knee slips in his own blood as he struggles to pull himself to the end of the hallway and he falls forward, his chin hitting the surface in front of him as his body throbs from the force. The smooth leather of his gloves makes it hard for him to find enough purchase on the floorboards to push himself forward. It’s starting to become hard to know what direction he’s facing, where he was trying to go in the first place.

He’d become the very thing he’d always admonished. There was no such thing as playing against these people; by the time you realized what game was being played, you’d already lost.

He might not have been there when they’d disposed of Ronald Pakula, but he’d taken out enough whistleblowers to know what would happen to himself in the next couple of hours. His body would go cold in Fox Mulder’s hallway, scaring the shit out of one of his hapless neighbors, then the syndicate would intercept the 911 call, and some men dressed as paramedics would take his body before driving off in an unmarked vehicle. The only reason that grey-haired bastard didn’t take his body immediately was to send a message to Mulder, but they’d be back. 

If he’s lucky, maybe they’d bury a dummy in a plot with the name his father gave him etched into the marble. Realistically, he would be thrown in a pit with the bodies of other people who were stupid enough to think they could go against men who thought themselves gods. 

No one would remember him, and if they did, they would struggle to remember a name they were never told. The memory of his existence would remain occluded by the shadows he lived in.

Someone once told me-

There was a man-

A friend in the FBI-

Somewhere along the way he’d lost himself, and these men would make sure there would be nothing left of him to be found.

The bitter taste of copper feels sharp on his tongue. A bead of sweat trails down his face, falling into the corner of his eye before sliding down his cheek in place of the tears he refuses to shed. He swallows. The corners of his vision are blurring, but Mulder’s door frame is crystal clear.

Being a part of this world meant making sacrifices. It was foolish to expect to gain something without giving something in return. Fox Mulder couldn’t get that through his thick skull. His loyalty to Agent Scully was an Achilles heel on his favored leg.

Give or take a few months and she’ll be dead; they said the tumor was likely the size of a golf ball by now. There was a betting pool on when she’d get her first nosebleed.

He could tell she didn’t even know she was dying. His wife hadn’t either, but then again, a bullet to the back of the head was a lot less noticeable than a cancerous growth, even if it was the same hand pulling the trigger.

Mulder would have to learn to live with it, just like he did.

His blood was seeping into the wood, staining the areas where the varnish had worn thin. It would be polished over, maybe replaced with tile by morning.

It wasn’t how he imagined his last act. His hair wasn’t gray, the lines on his face weren’t deep enough. His golden pond was empty and his swan song was out of tune. Unlike all those bastards, he didn’t have any children to live on in his memory — so he would just have to use one of theirs.

Dragging himself over the threshold of Mulder’s door frame felt like nails digging into his flesh. His hands shook as he raised his arm and struggled against the weight of this moment.

The old man didn’t get to choose his successor, but he would.

Their conversations hadn’t extended beyond the lies and half truths they were trained to expound, but he was proficient in reading between the lines. Beyond the prim pantsuits and coiffed platinum hair was a woman who knew the men in charge were no better than children playing with matches.

She’ll know what to do.

S R S G

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