#my brain: chris chris chris chris chris chris!!!!!

[ameliagiovanna0]

LITERALLY YES ABSOLUTELY DIABOLICAL

This is exactly what I saw in my brain when Chris made the comment

The Rookie

[whore4mattsturniolo]

Eat it - Dealer!Chris x Stoner!Reader

In which...Angel tries to get Chris to eat her out...tries to...

warnings: smutty, chris is kind of an asshole in this

a/n: somebody needs to set angel free man...

Chris had you pinned under him, his mouth attacking yours in a frenzy, his hands trailing up and down your soft skin. His lips moved your jawline, leaving sloppy, wet kisses down your neck as you moaned softly. He nibbled at the sensitive spot of your neck, making you gasp.

Chris was phenomenal in bed. He always made you see stars, always knew exactly what to do to make you cum in minutes, whether it was with his fingers or his cock. But never his mouth.

The more he denied you, the more you yearned for it. Each time he kissed you, every time his tongue delicately slipped into your mouth, you wondered what it would feel like against your clit. Feeling him lapping against your pussy, his beard scratching against your inner thighs as he pried your legs open.

As he left soft kisses along your stomach, you began to feel eager. You couldn't wait anymore. Gently and somewhat inconspicuously, you pushed his head down, hoping he'd get the hint, but he refused to move, his mouth latching onto one of your breasts instead, repressing the soft grumble from how annoying you were being.

You whine, growing more and more desperate for him. You try pushing his head down once again, but all this does is aggravate him more. He sits up, looking at you with frustration.

"Fuck are you doin'?" He asks, pissed off and confused.

You look at him with wide eyes, sitting up against the headboard. "Nothing," you say, trying to hide the growing anxiety in your voice. "Wasn't doing anything."

"Fuck you keep pushin' my head down for?" He spits. "Acting all needy and shit."

You shrug, "I was trying to get you to go down on me."

He makes a noise in between a scoff and a laugh, shaking his head at you, "Fuck no."

You raise your eyebrows. You had never had a guy tell you he doesn't eat pussy, and t fact that he was proud of it left you more confused. "What?"

"I don't do that shit," he chuckles dryly, removing the rest of his clothes, the cool air leaving goosebumps on his pale skin. "Not with you, not with anybody. Definitely not with you."

Definitely not with you. His words rung in your ears and tugged at your heart, reminding you that your situation was just that: a situation. But, despite his cruelness, you still wanted to find out why he refused to go down on you. "Why not?" You ask, cocking your head, trying to maintain the sweetness in your voice and hide the exasperation.

Chris sighs, growing more irritated with the conversation, throwing his clothes off the edge of the bed. "You gonna keep askin' me questions or y'gonna let me fuck you?" he says bluntly.

You start to pout, before nodding slowly. A grin spreads across his face as he pulls you towards him, moving in between your legs as he spreads them apart, admiring how pretty you looked under him. The way your skin glowed under the purple lighting, the way your eyes were glossy from joint you shared earlier.

Teasing you, he rubs his tip over your slick folds, your pussy leaking with need as a soft whine escapes your lips. Coating himself with your arousal, he finally pushes into you, a groan leaving his own lips at the feeling of you stretching around him.

"Theere you go," he coos darkly, watching you throw your head back as he presses his thumb to your clit, earning a smirk from his lips. He knew he was the only one that got to see you fucked out like this, and it made the experience all the more valuable. "This all you need from me, ain't it angel?"

You nod, your eyes rolling in the back of your head as his nails dig into your hips. He always managed to make your brain go fuzzy, no matter what he said or did, he always made you feel so amazing. Your jaw goes slack, all that escapes your mouth is loud, shaky moans.

"Beggin' me to eat your pussy," Chris mutters to himself, his thrusts getting faster, almost as if he was trying to take out his irritation from the prior conversation. "Like this dick ain't enough. Like m'your fuckin' boyfriend or some shit." He grits through his teeth, his voice rough and harsh.

You hear his words, but refuse to acknowledge them in the moment. You were blinded by the pleasure he was giving you, your senses being overun by the feeling of him in your guts. Whatever he was saying would be for you to obsess over in the morning. But right now, all you cared about, all you needed, was Chris.

a/n: lil smutty angsty piece for yall...sorry </3

tags: @yourmother29 @bowsandsturniolos @sweetshuga @sturns-mermaid @leah-sturniolo @spideylana @dykes4chris @sophsturns @mattsbunnyxx @slut4christopherr @trevorsgodmother @sosasturns @emely9274 @courta13 @mattsbrowser @oldermenwh0re @chrissweetheart @leoslaboratory @mattybsgroupie @conspiracy-ash @chriss-slutt @secretlocket @sagebutter11

[cedarwoodtears]

smartest conversation between these two

[orange-catsidy]

[wild-fern21]

Turns out I'm living a horror film

Charles Leclerc x male!voiceactor!reader

Synopsis: You had always loved playing horror games, it was one of your favorite things to do if you were being honest so when you started voice acting in those games you couldn’t have been more happy, your boyfriend on the other hand while supportive didn’t enjoy horror. So when Charles's boyfriend starts to act in these games he doesn't have a choice (In his head) not to play the games. Or Two times Charles kills his boyfriend in a horror game.

-1 

Resident evil 3

You had gotten the role of Carlos Oliveira in the remake of Resident evil three, you were so excited as you had played the original games since they came out so getting a role in one of the games was exciting.

Charles was doing well in the game, he had only died 3 times, but that didn't matter now he got to play as your character. He was surprisingly careful when playing your character not taking chances, he didn’t walk into random rooms without having the gun drawn and he didn’t walk into a room without bullets. Yes he had done that before and yes he died. 

He had made it into the police station without dying you were sat next to him your presence giving him some comfort. He walked through the police station in Racoon city, he was unaware of what was to come. He walked though the hallway to where your personal favorite creature was. The Licker a version of the T-virus which turned the zombie who were once human to a creature, who’s skin was see through showing the muscles and the brain. 

You couldn’t help but smile as you watched him walk into the hallway, he looked to you about to ask before he got interrupted as the licker fell on top of you character. Charles let out a loud yell at the surprises reaching over to grab you hand. You both watched as the creatures claws were wrapped around Carlos’s throat as its claws swung down cutting his neck open. Charles eye’s are wide as he hears your character yell out in pain. He turns to you as the death screen shows before he wraps you in a small hug.

“I didn’t like that game” he whispers into you ear.

-2 until dawn remake Josh.

The next game of yours Charles played was Until dawn, it was a choice game in which you picked from two options, the options you picked gave a different result in the end. Charles believed that this was the least scary and gory game out of them all. From what he had seen it was more of a jump scare game then a blood guts and gore game.

This time the two of you were sat in the lounge room, you sat in your boyfriends lap and Charles hands around your waist, holding you to his chest. “This time I will not kill you” Charles whispers to you “My boyfriend shall live” He added pressing a gently kiss under your ear. You nodded along gently acting like you believed him.

He progressed through the chapters well asking you questions about what was going on to which you just told him to pay attention to the game instead of asking you. He had final got up to the chapter you knew would freak him. He walked as Chris to the small cage area. 

Charles's eyes widened as he saw what the game revealed. It was your character Josh hung up next to Ashely the game cut to a cutscene showing off the room your character was trapped in. In front of the two was a bloody saw. With a track which ran straight then split, one path went to Ashley and another went to Josh. You watch as his eyes turned to you a triumphant smile on his face.

“See I shall not let you die” He told you before looking back at the screen listening to the voice explaining what was going on. You both watched as the saw started spinning at a rapid pace. He shook his head as Chris departed on what to do as the cut scene finished you watch as Charles picked to save you.

“See I’m saving-” Before he could finish his sentence the voice interrupted.

“You have chosen to kill Joshua” Charles started at the game in disbelief as he argued with the game.

He watched as the saw creeped forward towards your character as he brought you to his chest. The saw started slicing through your character body at the waist. As the cut scene cut to the part being cutoff Charles hid his head in your neck as he heard your screams in the game.

“I hate this game” He spoke as he turned the game off.

[nerd-space]

thinking about getting drunk and freaky with chris HE GETS TIPSY FROM A SNIFF OF ALCOHOL

making him do body shots with you JESUSS i need that

Cocky!Chris only comes out one of two times.

1 hes dating you

2 HE GETS TIPSY.

He gets tipsy and his brain rewires into this flirty like MIKE energy. oH MY GOD

"Y'know you're like.. really really fucking pretty right?"

"You're drunk, Chris."

"Oh far from.. just enough to justify flirting with you without a care is all.."

"Good god"

"If that's what you wanna call me, go for it"

"CHRIS!"

"Yes, Princess?"

"I should punch you"

"That could be hot"

"I hate you"

"I love you too, pretty gal"

Thinking about wearing a slutty ass pushup bra and tank top and having Chris slot a shot of tequila into your tits and sprinkle salt over your neck and a slice of lime in your mouth- a dare from Mike due to him noticing how confident Chris can get when tipsy- and obviously taking advantage of it.

Chris sloooowly licking your throat to your jaw and quickly traveling to take the little shotglass with his teeth and knock the tequila back to then drop the glass into his palm and roughly leaning in to take a fat bite out of the lime between your lips as they brush against yours- pulling back sooo slowly and giving you the most heated stare only to end up fucking in his car because you guys could barely make it out the door before you guy's were tearing at eachothers clothes 😵‍��😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

tags!🏷️ (ik you guys would wanna see this..)

@z0mb1epuzzy @boom-butterflyeffect @admirationandromantics @l0relaii

[littlecrittereli]

hi, so i just finished reading reprogrammed and decoded and the whole au has been rotating in my brain insanely, im actually obsessed. recently ive been wondering how the bros post-reprogrammed/decoded interact with their usual villains like donita, gourmand, or paisley. like, im imagining chris getting hit with donita’s pose beam and forced to model or something, flight of the dracos martin style, and im just so curious to see how that’d come out. would chris get flashbacks to diego because of the whole no bodily autonomy remote control thing, would donita even notice anything was wrong, how would martin + the tortuga crew react, etc!!

SLAMMING MY HEAD ON THE TABLEEE I WANT TO WRITE SOME MORE FANFICTIONS SOO BAADDDDDD

I haven't written/drawn anything since NOVEMBER guys im GOING INSANE

oooooo when I get out of this art block it is OVERRRR FOR YOU GUYS, OVER!!!!

[malsmind]

“what are we?”

better than him part 2

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: after what happened between you and your bestfriend, you can’t help but feel weird towards your guys’s friendship, feelings that you never even knew you had suddenly weighing on you.

warnings: smut, angst, p in v, unprotected sex, oral f receiving, pet names (baby) use of y/n

authors note: PART 2 OF BETTER THAN HIM! lmk what u think! this one’s a lil angsty, don’t rlly know what to think about it tbh

wc: 3k

part 1 here!

english is not my first language!

last night felt like a weird dream. it wasn’t bad, not at all, you enjoyed every single moment of it. the only problem was your mind racing with the thoughts of what had happened, confusion, anxiety, maybe even the slightest hint of regret.

"do you want me to make you cum?"

you didn't know what to say. you were speechless. you couldn't help the heat rise to your cheeks, causing you to look away from him. did you want that? he's your best friend, surely this would make things... weird, right? matt grew a little anxious at your reaction, not sure what to do. he mentally face palmed himself for even thinking like that. why would you ever even-

"okay."

matt was pulled out of his thoughts, looking back at you to meet your eyes again.

"what, really? you don't.. have to i understand if-"

"no i want to." you cut him off, leaning slightly closer to him.he nodded, his eyes darting down to your lips, inching closer. it didn't take long for him to fully lean over the middle console of the car and put his lips to yours. the kiss was gentle, his lips moving against yours at a

the image of what happened was running circles in your mind, replaying the moment over and over again.

“you’re so beautiful.”

“fuck, you feel so good sweetheart.”

remembering his words, the way he looked at you, the way he touched you, it made your breath tremble, a slight shiver running down your spine. you didn’t know why you felt the way you did. matt on the other hand knew exactly what he had felt from the moment he met you. sure, you guys have been best friends for years, nothing more. matt always felt something more for you though, something he couldn’t quite explain until he actually got to share some sort of intimate moment with you, the connection of your bodies that night also connecting the dots in his brain.

he drove you home that night, hugging you before driving home himself. he came home, smiling like an idiot. of course, chris and nick noticed the change in his behavior. how smiley he was. however, all that changed pretty quickly when the night after, you still hadn’t replied to any of his texts. the occasional instagram reels or tiktok’s that everyone would send around, that you would send around to matt remained unopened. chris, nick and you would also usually send each other a few things, or chat, but since that night you and matt had your little drive around, ending up in the backseat of his car? nothing.

matt was quick to grow concerned, a weird, unsettling feeling building up inside of him. did he cross a line? were you weirded out? was your friendship ruined?

you read his messages. you didn’t mean to click on the notification but now he knew you were purposely leaving him on read anyway. you couldn’t bring yourself to reply, too confused with your own feelings and how to proceed with whatever happened. matt kept checking his phone, leg bouncing up and down as he sat in his living room with his brothers, supposed to watch a movie.

“kid what’s up with you? you’re not even watching the movie.” chris spoke up, growing annoyed at the way matt’s leg bounced like crazy. he put his phone down, looking up at the TV in the process. “i’m fine, just waiting on a message.”

chris scoffed at his response. he knew something was up. the fact that you haven’t messaged neither him nor nick nor matt said it all. you were all friends, none of you had gone quiet on each other like that before, leaving each other on read like that was something you guys just didn’t do. “you guys had a fight or something?” nick took over, noticing the slight annoyance in chris’s expression. matt looked over at nick with a frown forming on his face.

“what are you talking about?” he huffed, knowing very well what nick meant.

“yeah, don’t give me that. you’re not the only one she’s not talking to. did you piss her off or something? t’was just a drive around, what could you have possibly said to make her act like that?”

matt leaned back into the couch, rubbing his hand over his face. he didn’t know where to start, how to answer. it’s not like he even had an answer, he didn’t know why you just suddenly stopped replying to his messages or the others. after thinking for a while, he simply shrugged, sighing.

“i didn’t do anything.” he lied, kind of. he did do something, but you wanted it too, you both did. one of you just didn’t know how to process what had happened. his eyes not meeting nicks when he lied was all nick needed to connect the dots for somewhat of an answer.

“did you guys like kiss or something?” he huffed with an amused smirk. his smirk disappeared almost immediately when he saw matt’s reaction, the uncomfortable shift in his seat along with the sound of him clearing his throat.

“gross, dude. seriously?! in the van?!”

chris looked at nick confused before he also understood what was going on, his eyebrows raising.

“how the fuck did that happen then?”

“do i really have to explain that shit now??” matt sighed, running a hand trough his hair, pulling his phone out again to check if you had replied to him yet.

chris and nick watched him. the frustration and concern in his eyes growing with every passing second he didn’t get a reply from you.

“did you tell her how you feel?” chris spoke up.

“what?” matt shook his head, a frown on his face “i have no idea what you’re talking about man”

the silence in the room was loud, matt denying his feelings was only making the situation worse. he sighed, throwing his phone aside.

“no..i didn’t. how the fuck am i even supposed to do that?”

“drive over and do it. i doubt she’ll reply anytime soon.” nick sighed, pressing pause on the movie and checking his phone.

matt thought for a moment. was it really a good idea to just show up to your place after you haven’t even answered any of his messages? on the other hand, he didn’t want to leave this whole thing unresolved. he wanted to make sure that you’re okay, that you didn’t regret anything that happened the night before.

”yeah..okay.”

matt sighed, getting up from the couch and grabbing his car keys, walking out the door and getting into his car. he sat there for a moment, thinking about if he should really do this. he picked up his phone again, seeing that you still hadn’t replied to any of his messages.

…

you were sat on your own couch, reading his messages. you wanted to reply, you wanted to talk to him, you just couldn’t get yourself to do it.

when matt saw you were still leaving him on read, he decided he had enough, following his brothers advice.

you didn’t answer, you just put your phone down. you didn’t have any words, not able to express whatever confusing feelings you had over just some simple text. you waited while matt quickly made his way over to your place.

you sat there, anxiously waiting for him to arrive. the knock on your door made you straighten your back, quickly getting up from your seat on the couch, hesitantly opening the door to see matt stand there. his gaze softened when he saw you, anxiety now creeping up on him aswell. “hey..” he spoke softly “okay if i come in..?” he asked, giving you a thin lipped smile “yeah..” you stepped aside, letting him in and closing the door once he was inside. you avoided eye contact with him, walking towards you kitchen. “you want anything to drink?” you asked him, avoiding the topic that the both of you knew you needed to talk about. “y/n don’t do that..” he followed you into the kitchen, reading you like a book. he could tell you were thinking about what happened too, your unreadable expression worrying him slightly.

you stopped, turning around to face him, but not looking at him directly. he took a few steps closer to you, putting his hand down on the kitchen counter next to him. he studied your face, trying to figure out what was going trough your head. he took a deep breath, trying to collect himself and to find the right words, find somewhere to start. “listen.. if it’s about what happened last night.. i’m sorry if i crossed a line. i don’t wanna make you uncomfortable, or ruin our friendsh-“

“you didn’t.” you cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “i’m sorry for ignoring you, i’m just.. i don’t know..” you sighed, struggling to find the right words. you knew you liked him too, more than just a friend, but you were scared of the feeling, scared of the affect it could have on your guys’s relationship to each other. you didn’t wanna lose him, you didn’t want what you guys did to ruin the amazing moments you had, the many more you wanted to share.

matt noticed the way you grew upset, lost in your own mind, overthinking. “i really suck at stuff like this. i probably should’ve told you way earlier. i guess i just didn’t want to ruin our friendship but i can’t help the way i feel whenever i’m around you..”

for the first time that night, you moved your head to look up and and meet his eyes, a nervous feeling in your stomach. you didn’t consider the consequences of having sex with your best friend, not until it actually happened. it made you realize the feelings you had for him, the feelings you never cared to acknowledge, the feelings you were sure you didn’t have, but you did.

listening to a song in his car, driving on some random, empty road. singing along to a song together, laughing together, talking about the most random shit, deep talking, watching movies together. small moments that you loved, you loved them because of him, because he was the one who shared those memories with you. parking in an empty parking lot, eating McDonalds together. looking at him while he was ranting about one of his interests. if he asked you what he was just talking about, you probably wouldn’t be able to tell him, because you were so busy with admiring how beautiful his eyes were. not even noticing how you were studying every single feature about him.

your throat went dry, nothing was the way you thought it was. matt saw the way you was tangled in your thoughts and worries. he took a step closer, putting his hand on top of yours on the kitchen counter.

“it’s okay if you don’t…y’know..” matt spoke softly, his voice low.

you couldn’t bring yourself to speak, to tell him you did feel the same. instead, you leaned closer, giving him plenty of time to pull back. when he didn’t, you pressed your lips to his in a soft, gentle kiss. his hand slightly tightened around yours, interlocking his fingers over yours. he deepened the kiss, moving his lips against yours more urgently, his tongue gliding over your lips, asking for entry and you didn’t hesitate, parting your lips slightly. matt’s free hand came to rest on your hip, gently pulling you closer.

you never broke the kiss, and neither did he. your breathing grew heavier and so did his. his hand squeezed your hip before it came up to cup your face, his other hand left yours to grab the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. everything happened faster than you could process, your bodies needy, small moans leaving matt’s lips along with your needy whimpers. before you knew it, your hands made their way down to his belt, fiddling to unbuckle it.

matt’s breath hitched, moving back a little, breaking the kiss in the process. he looked down at your hands struggling to unbuckle his belt, taking his own hands off of yours to help you out. once his belt was off, your fingers worked on unbuttoning his jeans, his eyes now staring into your ones that were focused on what you were doing. he stared at you, the nervous feeling in his stomach that he always had when he looked at you that way building up. he didn’t know how it happened, but he was just so mesmerized by you. everything about you.

you felt his eyes burning into yours and you stopped after you unbuttoned his jeans, looking up to meet his eyes. he smiled at you, the way your eyes looked into his, questioning his sudden stop. he shook his head slightly, “don’t let me stop you.” he whispered, leaning in to press his lips to yours, traveling down to press soft pecks to your jaw. your head tilted back slightly, his lips moving lower, kissing and gently sucking at the sensitive skin of your neck. it was like you hands were frozen in place, a low moan leaving your mouth. matt chuckled against your neck, helping you pull his pants down, his boxers sliding along with them. you felt his erection against your hand that still hasn’t moved a muscle. instinctively, your hand wrapped around him, moving up and down in a slow motion. matt groaned, his lips parting against your skin. his hands found the waistband of your sweats, tugging them down your legs along with your underwear. you kicked them off, tossing them to the side with your foot.

matt’s head came up from your neck, looking at you. he turned the both of you around so your backside was against the kitchen counter. along with his hands grabbing the back of your thighs to lift you, you jumped up, placing your body on top of the surface. matt stepped in between your legs, spreading them further apart. your wet, needy cunt on display for him. he cursed under his breath at the sight, placing his thumb on your clit. you moaned when he began to move his thumb, circling the sensitive nub. while his eyes stayed on where his body was connected to yours, he shook his head, exhaling sharply.

“i’m not fucking you. i need to taste you. so fucking bad..” he breathed out, moving to kneel down between your thighs, his breath fanning over your pussy. matt didn’t waste much time, pressing his tongue to your clit, circling it. your hands moved down into his hair, tugging on it lightly. every movement of matt’s tongue against your throbbing clit earned a moan from your lips. his pace picked up, his lips occasionally sealing around your clit, gently sucking on it. a groan left his lips when you tugged at his hair again.

he pulled back, catching his breath and standing back up and pressing his forehead to yours. his hand wrapped around his cock, giving it a few gentle strokes before sliding it up and down your slit.

you sucked in a sharp breath when matt pushed his hips forward, the full feeling of his cock inside of you making your head fall down on his shoulder, moans leaving your lips. “fuuuuck.” he groaned as he bottomed out, starting to move his hips. “you’re so perfect y/n..” he breathed out, “so fuckin’ perfect.”

you moaned in response, too deep into the moment to actually mumble out any sort of reply. matt’s hips picked up their pace, pulling back and snapping back into your tight hole. your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, lifting your head back up from where it rested on his shoulder. your eyes met his, and he leaned in, kissing you passionately while fucking into you faster, harder. your lips tried their hardest to move with his, but your moaning made it hard. he pulled back, looking at you again, your eyes shut, mouth hanging open. the built up tension and emotions mixed with the arousal you both felt made it hard for you to last long, both of your orgasms building up with every thrust of matt’s hips against your own. “open your eyes, baby. look at me..” you did. you opened your eyes, meeting his again, moans leaving your lips, pants and grunts leaving matt’s. your moans grew louder, walls clenching around his cock twitching inside of you while it pounded into you.

a loud string of moans filled the room, your orgasm crashing over you. the way you tried to keep your eyes on his while cumming around him was enough to send him over the edge, moans leaving his lips as hot drops of cum painted your walls. matt’s breath was heavy and so was yours, his forehead pressed back down to yours and he pressed a small, sweet kiss to your lips.

“i love you.” he breathed out between pants, “i think i have for a while..”

“i love you too.” you managed to answer between heavy breaths.

@middlepartmatt @emely9274 @impossiblecollectorcat @staargazr @sllutty-sturniolo @shadowthesim

[randomfoggytiger]

Amor Fati's Script: Deleted Scenes, William, and Alternate Worlds?

The Amor Fati transcripts are simultaneously enlightening, maddening, and confusing. CSM's role and aims were fuddled, Scully was more accepting of new revelations, and important information on the brain surgery and Scully's looming pregnancy was swept off the table (or only largely hinted at. Surprise.)

Dream CSM's purpose was more (confusingly) vague. He acts as part of Mulder's unconscious, one which knows about and guides him towards the subconscious boy on the beach; but also as the Devil who is trying to disconnect him from his inner, truthful self (which the boy plays an inadvertent part in.)

Also, "Geriatric bliss" is amazing.

Hosteen opens Scully's mind to alternate realities (we'll come back to that) while Mulder is prepped for surgery.

CSM, meanwhile, believes in God? And that he has become God, in effect, by transcending known human evolution? Or that he has God's blessing to do so?

Diana begins to weaken once CSM is pulled under, her care (and guilt) for Mulder rising to the surface.

During Mulder's surgery, we're shown what's been compressing his system into a comatic state-- a black substance (similar or the same as black oil, likely created by alien DNA that the map stimulated... which makes no sense, post here) that the team has to drain from his brain before they can dissect the sought-after tissues. In the midst of this removal process, he opens his eyes and focuses them on Diana; and later snaps out of his dream state to escape with Scully. This points to a pretty solid conjecture: that this substance overpowers and overstimulates the body until it shuts down and disconnects from reality.

Mulder's brain surgery looks bad, but is actually relatively painless and quick to recover from. (...Yeah... I'm not buying it.)

CSM's doctor refers to Mulder as "your son"; and hints that CSM's surgery was unsuccessful-- so unsuccessful that the seeds for his declining health (and impending death) in En Ami and Requiem are planted here:

Mulder was originally supposed to be in the basement when he and Scully have their final conversation:

Scully was originally less conflicted about accepting her new experiences, taking them philosophically on the chin... including the belief that there are alternate realities that exist. Perhaps it's a full-circle reference back to her thesis in the Pilot; but, regardless, the writers at least (at one point) wanted to flirt with the idea that AUs are a fact in the X-Files universe.

Scully was originally coy about Diana's death (compared to the final version, at least.)

And while Mulder does mourn his ex's demise instead of confirming his touchstone, Chris Carter did make sure to include a nice little hand-on-scalp action for the audiences. So, there's that.

It's underscored that the boy in Mulder's dreams was William: an exact, purposed parallel was drawn between the ship he and Mulder were building and the one Scully touched in Biogenesis.

As we know, Spotnitz and Carter confirmed that Scully's pregnancy was already planned at the beginning of Season 7, and that they hinted towards this inevitability by planting the family planning book in the basement office (Amor Fati, posts here and here.) Both later jointly asked Gillian to include a scene in all things that fans could refer back to when the pregnancy was revealed, post here.

This, then, confirms what Gillian said about En Ami-- that the original vision for the episode was radically changed (by Chris Carter), post here (and here)-- and my own theory-- that CC included En Ami's gloves scene and Requiem's invisible barrier scene (post here) and Per Manum's IVF flashbacks to throw fans off the original scent.

In short: Scully was written to be healed by the ship; and the writers infused other moments later down the line to obfuscate unnecessarily. (Ironically, this joke post was right.)

CONCLUSION

And there we go.

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy!

[chrisbangs]

😴.

[mxrtified777]

krunk

[xiaobaosnoona]

history 3: trapped (2019)

[sturnioloho]

new fav chris pic cuz r u fucking kidding me

[yes-asil]

Made fanart of my own fic, because those 9 sentences I wrote gave me fatal, psychic damage.

[hothammies]

the usage of the lyrics “i don't know what you mean to me, but i wanna turn you on, turn you up, figure it out - i wanna take you on” right after carmy's apology to sydney is so serious to me and i wish we talked about it more. i think it's one of the only times where we get an explicit idea of what carmy thinks of syd in a romantic context and i fucking LIVE for it the lighting, the acting, the attempted phone call, the ambiguity of that entire scene to confuse us on whether or not he's thinking about sydney or if he's thinking about claire in the lyrics - all of it is so so so fucking scrumptious AHHH i love that shit i love this show so much

[shark-acidsoda]

All the screenshot I took from the Bumblebee ep

Warning : yeah there are A LOT and especially only of the Kratt brothers