#or a way to understand whats going on in the xfiles?

[casuallycryingoverbooks]

What my biology teacher wants me to use my knowledge from her class for:

What i actually use it for:

I use it to understand the xf and make my fanfics scientifically accurate

[whostobelieve]

It's always been you - Fictober Day 8

Xfiles Fandom Fic for Fictober - Centered around the prompt "It's always been you" but also the song "Hunger" by Ross Copperman as requested by @graciehart One look and I can't catch my breath Two souls into one flesh When you're not next to me I'm incomplete - Ross Copperman

"Mulder, don't you get it, it's always been you? Even when it wasn't." Scully had the worst times admitting her feelings, the worst times opening up, but she couldn't let him go on thinking that she didn't care. She couldn't let him go on thinking that she wasn't the one for him, because deep down, she felt like she was in all of the crucial ways.

They were connected, two souls, and when Scully wasn't surrounded by Fox Mulder, she felt like she was lost in a sea of nothing. It was almost like she was incomplete; she couldn't explain it but he filled up every space inside her that she didn't know needed filling, and she knew that it wouldn't go away anytime soon.

Their eyes met, and she knew that she had hit a nerve, a nerve that couldn't be undone, and she didn't know what else to say in that moment, because she felt like they would always be in this limbo; always be stuck in this way of life, and she would never be able to get him to understand why she had fallen in love with him -- how she had fallen in love with him.

He stepped closer and slid his hand onto her cheek, and Dana Scully had to admit that it ignited her in ways that she didn't know how to describe. It ignited every feeling inside her that she needed understood.

However, she knew that she and Fox Mulder, would always be vastly different than one another, and she didn't know how this would work. She didn't know how they would work, but she so desperately didn't want to lose him. She didn't know how to hold onto him, because they would always be in different worlds -- something she knew would be hard in the end.

But they were in the same world to her at the same time, the same world that she wanted, and she wanted him.

"We have to figure out a way to make this work. We can't go on jumping through hoops -- walking in circles, we've been doing this since William died, and I refuse to do it anymore. I refuse to go on thinking that we mattered to you and what you and I had wasn't real." She said, her eyes looking at the male as she said her peace.

She knew that she was being hard on him, but just like she thought, they were two souls, incomplete without one another, and she needed to make sure that without a doubt, they would be in each other's lives.

Tagging: @today-in-fic @xffictober24 @fictober-event

[scullysflannel]

ok i was feeling crazy bc i kept seeing the "like a switch has been flicked" quote on here and then i get to that episode and scully says the speech and i'm like scully wtf are you talking about!!!! shes saying all this stuff about suddenly realizing youre in love with your best friend and i'm like scully my love that has not been your experience at all though. but i liked your post about it maybe being scully lying to herself a little as she processes her feelings for mulder. i liked "the rain king" and i thought all the ship baiting was fun but there was something kind of off about it too, like the in-your-face-ness of it all was jarring and i wasn't sure if that was intentional or if it just happened to land oddly for me. i think iconicscullyoutfits said smth about how in mistaking scully & mulder for a married couple, the townspeople flatten the relationship and fail to understand everything scully & mulder are to each other, and i liked that. i liked your point about how putting scully & mulder in typical domestic situations always showcases the ways they chafe against them, i think that's so crucial too.

all that aside though it was still a gorgeous episode i liked the heart shaped hail and i loved seeing scully & mulder in the rain because of course it evokes them in the pouring rain in the pilot!!! and the score is particularly lovely in this episode, there's like a repeated love theme mark snow does for sheila and her weatherman which surprised me because that's not really typical of xfiles episode scores and it made it feel almost like a film. i kept turning up my volume so i could hear the music better ^_^

right! and thanks! I said this in that post, but it's hard to tell in season 6 when the writers are leaning into rom-com conventions to make a point about how mulder and scully don't fit those roles and when they're just squeezing them into those roles for fun. but it is fun! and either way, the intentions behind "the rain king" don't really change its effect, which is that the truth of mulder and scully is too interesting and too private to be flattened into something traditional.

but at the same time one of my favorite x-files things is the "both and"-ness of the truth: it's both complicated and simple. mulder and scully don't fit the rom-com friends-to-lovers template, but there is something true about "the rain king" essentially saying "just kiss, it's not that hard." it's the benefit of being just one episode in a procedural that can go anywhere: painting them as small-town marrieds can't remotely sum them up, but the fact that scully fantasizes a little about making their relationship fit that mold means the emotion of it still means something to her.

she and mulder are both obsessed with telling themselves there are still lines they have to cross. if they can pretend that friendship is something that happens before the big commitment instead of the biggest commitment the two of them could make, the other milestones have more meaning. which is not entirely wrong, in a darin morgan "we create our own meaning" fiji mermaid sense. they still have to decide when to define the same things they've been doing this whole time as romantic. I love season 6 because everything they're anxious about is both so easy and so hard. it gives the storytelling more leeway to be unsubtle, because what is obvious can still be difficult to accept. which is kind of the essence of "I want to believe." it's hard to let yourself be loved.

anyway, it's a cute episode, and the stylized elements like the music really help. (so funny that mark snow sometimes sleeps through the big episodes and then something like "rain king" or "soft light" comes along and he's inspired.) love that "the rain king" also carries on the season 6 wizard of oz motif. it's such a grand adventure to get home, but all you have to do is click your heels.

[randomfoggytiger]

You bring out some excellent points in Orison. Thank you! Now, my ideas are not nearly as in depth or good as yours, but I will give it a try.

When I think of this episode, so many thoughts run through my head. I do think that Orison wasn't able to defeat Pfaster because Orison is also a demon and not pure of heart. He is out for vengeance, but maybe it's too late or he is a manufactured "good" because it has to be through manipulation. He is more of a fore-seer in that he can warn others, but his lot in hell is already made. Maybe his time spent on earth is his purgatory.

Scully is as good as she can get to be pure at heart and suffers for her beliefs because she sees the evil of mankind everyday. She tries to understand the evil in humanity through science but her deep conflict is the mystery of faith. In Orison, we see her finally listening to what is true to her by listening to a message, maybe God's, and using her beliefs as her guide. For once, she WANTS to see and believe what she can't understand because science can't explain it, but the representation of the cross on her chest pulls her into some light. 666:6:06 is a warning before the hell approaches, but being scully, she first ignores it.

I go back and forth with Scully's internal demons in this episode. We learn that Pfaster is alive because she asked for life in prison. This is Scully "turning the other cheek". Then, we see in this episode where Scully goes for vengeance as she seeks "an eye for an eye". She taps into the vengeance and anger of the First Testament.

Scully shows her humanity in light of her deep faith when she is tempted with the evil of shooting Pfaster, her tempation, and it's her humanity of free will to choose vengeance. Afterall, in the temptation of Christ, He was able to fight the devil, but He is the only one so righteous to avoid a fall because he is Christ. Scully is human but is shown to work toward justice through a moral lens driven by her faith. This also, in my eyes, is the contradiction of Carter trying to portray Scully in a Madonna light. Scully cannot be so pure but she is humanly good.

Another idea that crossed my mind in one of my many views of the episode is that this is Scully's holy war. Her first was maybe with Boggs but she was young and inexperienced. She reminds me of the archangel Michael who fights against God's enemies but has a gun instead of a sword. Or, maybe a mix of Michael and Archangel Roguel who is the angel of vengeance and justice. What the justice system could not do for all of Pfaster's victims, Scully's representation of a mix of these 2 archangels defeats the demon and provide justice. She seems to be in a trans/in between planes as she walks toward Pfaster in a way that the audience has never seen her before. She is not herself. Because she is in her holy war, Scully is able to defeat the demon and send him back to where he belongs.

The song lyrics and Orison's warning 'don't look any further' reminded me of Lot's wife (I think her name is Sarah) who was warned to 'not look back' but did and turned into a pillar of salt. Did Scully continue to look further or did Mulder guide her to relinquish her inquiry and is why she was able to destroy the evil?

One of the main reasons that I enjoy Orison is because there is finally an end to a case, somewhat, and it's the agents who complete the Xfile. I am sure there are a couple more out there (maybe Tooms), but I can't remember right now.

That solid theory, anon! :DDDDDD

I do think Scully as the avenging angel probably became a motif at some point in the show... it sounds like something the writers (read: Chris Carter) would work in-- and not in a bad way. ...Hmmmmmmmmmmmm, makes me want to read more interviews about the behind-the-scenes decisions, hmmmmmm.

I don't think Lot's wife's name was ever mentioned (Sarai/Sarah was Abram's/Abraham's wife)... but the warnings in that tale and in Orison could, in theory, mirror each other. Scully's holiness/humanity flip-flops back and forth in canon, which makes the religious episodes' themes particularly muddled; but I have heard mention of Scully's goodness being more true than Orison's, and that that enables her to kill Pfaster. I don't know how much I personally buy it, but I do believe that's proooooooobably what the writers were going for? Maybe?

Thanks for dropping in! I had fun reading your thoughts. :))))))))

[maxineswritingcenter]

Short Stack - Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

@nyotamalfoy : So, I was thinking, could you write a Stiles Stilinski x reader? Like the reader is short and the pack just loves to make fun of her (all in good sense) and could it include Derek too?

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The problem with hanging out with werewolves wasn't that they were werewolves. It wasn't that that they could potentially lose control and kill you (although that was a concern on the full moon). No, the problem was that they were all giants. No one was under 5'10. And being someone who was considered a normal height, maybe shorter, (Y/N) was the butt end of everyone's’ jokes.

Before the whole werewolf thing happened, it was usually just a joke here and there from Scott and your boyfriend, Stiles. But Stiles knew better than to say a joke more than once.

But now there were a gaggle of freakishly tall individuals around her all the time and they loved to point it out too. They all had their own nicknames for her, even Derek. The only person who could even understand her situation was Lydia, who was a whopping five-three. But no one made fun of Lydia about her height, mostly because Lydia was un-make-fun-of-able. 

Lydia and (Y/N) were sitting on the bleachers, watching a Beacon Hills scrimmage. It was one of the last few games that Scott would be coaching since he was going to college full time. 

Next thing you know, Liam and Theo walked past them, playfully shoving each other. 

“Sup Mighty Mouse.” Liam smirked as they walked by. (Y/N) sighed loudly in frustration. Lydia glared after the two and huffed. 

“Why do you let them do that?” 

“Because I’m not intimidating like you?” Lydia opened her mouth to retort, but closed her mouth and thought a moment. 

“Okay.” She shook her head, “Yeah. But still? So what if you’re short? I accomplished a lot being short.” 

“Like what?” 

“Being popular and surviving this hell hole of a town.” She said as if it were obvious. (Y/N) nodded after a moment. Maybe it was obvious. Being human in this supernatural town meant you a little underwhelming. You feel alone in your little world. 

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After the game was over, Lydia and (Y/N) were standing around, waiting for Scott and Stiles to get done with the team meeting. 

“Alright, see you at morning practice, guys!” Scott waved to the players and made their way to the two. 

“What’d ya think?” Stiles came around, wrapping an arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders. 

“It was a great game.” She smiled.

“Sure you could see over the people in front of you?” Scott joked. Stiles chuckled, but dropped the smile when he saw the look on his girlfriend’s face. Lydia glared, smacking Scott on the shoulder. 

That was last straw. 

“That’s it. I’m done.” She shrugged Stiles arm off of her shoulders, making her way to her car and driving away. Was this dramatic? Absolutely! But everyone she knew was in the running for Miss Drama Queen Beacon Hills, the winner would be crowned by Peter Hale. 

(Y/N) was just so sick and tired of all of them making fun of her. Sure, it was all in good fun. But all the time? Enough was enough. 

The cliffs were a good place to go when you needed to think things over. Stiles had called a few times, voicemails apologizing with Lydia in the background telling him how dumb he was. (Y/N) just sent a text back saying that she just needed time for herself. But even that was too much to ask. 

(Y/N) sat on the edge, legs swinging. Footsteps made her heart jump, she turned, pepper spray in hand. 

“Back up fiend!” She shouted at the darkness. She heard a chuckle and the familiar figure of Derek Hale appeared in her sight. She relaxed, setting her pepper spray back in the spot besides her. 

“Fiend? What year are you from?” He looked down at her, “What are you doing out here by yourself?” 

“Being pissed. Would you like to join me?” She swept her hand out to offer him the spot in the grass beside her. 

“Being pissed is my specialty.” He sat down, staring out at the city below, he leaned back using his arms to keep himself up. Derek used to be the most intimidating person she knew, but after a while she saw that Derek was just like anyone else. But he had a real bad case of grumpy face. 

“What are you pissed about?” She asked, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. 

Derek shrugged, “Why wouldn’t I be pissed? My uncle killed my sister, tried to kill me, etcetera bullshit that we’ve all been through for the past couple years.” He looked at her, “What are you pissed about?” 

“Well, now I would rather not say.” What she was pissed about didn’t compare to Derek. 

“C’mon, Short Stack, you can tell me.” 

She sighed, “It just that... I’m so sick and tired of being made fun of for my height. Every once in a while, sure, I can take a joke, but lately it has been constant. Just...” She looked at him, seeing that he was actively listening, “Never mind, it’s stupid to be mad about this.” 

“It’s not stupid.” Derek said, totally surprising (Y/N), “You want more respect from the pack. I understand that.”

(Y/n) blinked a few times, “Really?” 

“It’s only fair. You’ve done a lot, you earned your position in the pack, you deserve respect. I’ll talk to them about it.” 

She shook her head, “No, Derek, that’s-” 

Derek smiled, “I got it.” He stood up, helping (Y/N) to her feet. It was nice to see Derek smiling, especially after everything that had happened to him. 

“Besides, I’m grumpy face, aren’t I?” 

Her eyes widened, covering her open mouth with her hands, “Oh my god, who told you that?” 

“Lydia is loud.” 

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Like usual, Stiles was at her house after having used the key he made to get in. He stared her down as she watched Xfiles reruns. He came around, standing in front of the screen just as they were about to reveal the aliens. 

“Is there a reason why you are interrupting Xfiles time?”

He crossed his arms over his chest, “Since when are you and Sour Wolf friends?” 

“I thought we were all friends.” (Y/N) moved on the couch to get a better view of the TV. Stiles sighed and fell down on the couch besides her.

“We are. But Derek basically called us together and told everyone to stop doing the short jokes all the time.” He titled his head to the side, “Then Theo asked if he was your guard dog now and lets just say he’s gonna need the night to heal the bones he broke.” A grin pulled at her lips at the thought of scary Derek Hale getting her the respect she deserved, even fighting the pack to get it. 

“What’s the problem?” She asked. 

“I guess... The problem is that you should have come to me first. I’m your boyfriend and that should be my thing. To defend you.” She guessed Xfiles had to wait. She turned to Stiles to fully look at him. He looked upset, a little pout on his face. 

“It’s hard to talk to you about it when you laughed at it today. I got angry with you. Derek just happened to be there and we talked.” She rested her head on his shoulder, “I know you would defend me with your whole heart. Derek’s just faster.” He mocked offense, his mouth agape. 

“Faster? You better be fast then, missy!” His fingers found their way to her sides, tickling at her ribs. She yelped and scrambling up, running through the house with Stiles close behind. Laughter filling the empty home as the TV played in the background. Maybe being around tall people all the time wasn’t so bad. Sometimes they defended your honor and sometimes they were the love of your life. Sometimes the tall boy you met freshman year, the one who tripped over his own feet, would be the boy you spent the rest of your life with. Through thick and thin. Through life and death. And that was worth it, right? 

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[ceilingfan5]

something about a cryptid hunting road trip and bonding while investigating a spooky ghost or something. Like something BuzzFeed unsolvedish?

(i dont know them but i do know xfiles, or rather the heavily nostalgic and edited version of xfiles that lives in my head, my beloved)

“I still cannot believe you got plain gummy worms. Like, should I be worried you’re a serial killer? Are you going to serial kill me?” Taako gripes in unpleasant whisper.

“Taako, to be fully honest,” Kravitz is getting tired of this stupid stakeout, and isn’t keeping his voice down nearly as much. “If I were going to kill you, your taste in convenience store trash wouldn’t even grace the top ten. We’ve been sleeping in the same hotels, driving the same car. In fact, I happen to think I’ve showed remarkable strength in not doing a homicide you might be personally invested in, even before I bought the snack that I prefer-”

“No one prefers plain gummy worms! They’re way better when they’re covered in sour stuff! Everyone knows this!”

“Like everyone knows Bigfoot is real?” Kravitz raises his eyebrows.

“Exactly. I’m right on both accounts and you’ll be proven guilty of having a stick up your ass.”

Kravitz hands him the binoculars and sighs.

“Sour candies hurt my mouth. I don’t enjoy them. I don’t understand people who do enjoy them. I also do not understand why we are out here at three in the goddamn morning waiting for some asshole in a suit to maybe appear in the forest, Scooby-Doo style, to drive the poachers away. See? I’ve cracked it, let’s go back to the hotel.”

Taako sticks his tongue out at him.

“Killjoy on all accounts.”

Kravitz rolls his eyes. He does not think about how Taako smells nice, even though they used the same motel soap last night. He does not think about how warm Taako is in the chilly night air, or how soft his hair looks. He does not think about the dream he had last night when they were forced to share a bed.

He breathes slowly in, and out.

He sees movement. Alerting, his eyes widen and he points at the enormous thing, which Taako chases with his binoculars.

“What the living hell-”

“It’s him,” Taako breathes, delighted. “We’ve gotta go into that dark spooky forest at 3am, Krav. We’ve gotta.”

Kravitz doesn’t think about the way his name fits in Taako’s mouth, or the warm feeling he gets when Taako refers to him by a nickname that isn’t rude. He thinks about his pajamas, his career, his cat at home. He thinks about his reputation. He thinks about his empty bed, and his quiet evenings, and his dating profile that can never seem to net him a proper fish.

He thinks about proving Taako wrong and getting to go home early.

“Let’s go,” he says, hoping he’s not about to get shot in the heart in more ways than one tonight.

[leiascully]

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#5

OctoberFicFest Day 5: Serpent

This year I’m using the Spooktober prompts from ArtSeaMoni on Twitter.  Rated T for some mentions of sex.  A brief expansion on “Never Again”.

She was afraid of snakes, once.  Now she’s getting one inked on her skin.  Ed watches her with eager eyes, his lips parted.  He keeps wetting them with his tongue, the tip darting out.  The parallels are not lost on her.

Nor is the idea that the symbol she’s chosen is more associated with Mulder than with anything else in her life.  She knew of the ouroboros before she met him, she thinks.  She isn’t certain anymore: many of the things she knew have been reforged in the crucible of their shared thoughts, their origins lost in the heat of their debate.  Sometimes her mind feels like a snake, her thoughts coiled and muscular, weighty, lulled to sluggishness or primed to strike.

How sharper than the serpent’s tooth, she thinks.  She has been a thankless child from time to time.  She isn’t thinking of father figures now, purposefully pushing any notion of them away.  She isn’t thinking of her father.  She isn’t thinking about Mulder, who is more and less than a father figure, more and less than a son.  He is more and less than what she needs, but together, incontrovertibly, they are more.  She cannot think of any way he makes her less.  

She is not thinking of Mulder.  She is leaning into the sting and bite of the needle as it sinks its fangs into her over and over again.  She chose red.  Red like Ed.  Red, the color of blood, the color of life, the color of rebellion.  Red, her inevitable nickname.  Red, the fire-flicker of interest and passion she feels when she is talking to Mulder, arguing with Mulder, their disparate notions slipping and gripping around each other, twined through each other like mating snakes.

She is not thinking of Mulder.  She’s not thinking of sex.  Or she is thinking of sex, the flex and heave of it, the muscles discovered under sleek skin, but she is not thinking of sex with Mulder.  Ed squeezes her hand and she squeezes back harder.  Tonight she’s in the mood to swallow him whole, to feel herself constricting around him, to fuck him to the point of satiation and beyond.  Ed is a meal that has to last her; she knows she won’t look him up again.  She has been restless lately, her wants undulating through her mind, leaving serpentine tracks through her everyday routines.  There’s something hiding from her consciousness that she can almost catch hold of, something she would know if she had a way to track it to its lair somewhere in her brainstem, if she could sense the heat of it like a viper hunting.  But next to the heat in Ed’s eyes, whatever it is at the edge of her mind fades into the whisky-warmed landscape of her thoughts, and she’s soothed.  

Needlepoints scrape through her skin, embedding ink at the base of her spine.  She thought she’d go to her grave unblemished, unmarked except by the faint lines of scars accumulated over the course of a childhood as a younger sibling with adventurous elders.  She might have added a scar at the base of her belly, if things had gone otherwise.  But she has many scars now that she did not choose, some too close to those she would have chosen.  She has scars she can’t remember.  She’ll remember this one.  It will stay with her, a vivid reminder of a night she chose herself.

The pain isn’t pain any longer.  Her body has done what it must and rerouted her understanding.  Each prick sends a frisson up her spine instead of a pang.  She, too, has wide eyes now, and wet parted lips.  The neon in the window is red and it reflects in Ed’s eyes.  It might as well be the crimson gleam of her mouth, the scarlet glint of her interest.  It isn’t her father she sees in Ed.  It’s herself.  Like the ouroboros on her back, she will consume him, and consume herself.  Here she is again, making a choice she knows leads nowhere.  Here she is again, blood beading on her skin, almost indistinguishable from the ink under it.

She is not thinking of Mulder and the way they go around and around.  She is not thinking.  Her atoms have attuned to the buzz of the needle.  Her existence is a waveform and a mote of dust at once; she is uncertain.  She has never been more sure.

She is not thinking of Mulder.

She is.

86 notes • Posted 2021-10-06 03:11:04 GMT

#4

Fic: All things counter, original, spare, strange

Pied Beauty  BY GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS

Glory be to God for dappled things –   For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;      For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim; Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;   Landscape plotted and pieced – fold, fallow, and plough;      And all trades, their gear and tackle and trim. All things counter, original, spare, strange;   Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)      With swift, slow; sweet, sour; adazzle, dim; He fathers-forth whose beauty is past change:                                Praise him.

Mulder and Scully, walking in the Tidal Basin, two standard-issue feds in dark coats among the blossoming trees.  Mulder mentally modeled them from above: two peppery particles in an idle Brownian swirl of motion, suspended in a crowd of tourists and lobbyists and other flecks in grim suits.  And yet, as ordinary as they looked, they were set apart, precipitate, walking the line between the waking world and the dusky underworld crowded with specters. The golden hour light brought out a roseate shadow on Scully’s cheeks like a blush.  She looked as freshly minted as a new penny, all crisp edges and bright copper glints.  Mulder wondered if he looked as improbably young.  The slant of the sun revealed a dusting of freckles under her dusting of powder.  He loved them, individually and collectively: a benevolent accident of genetics, memories of sunbeams preserved on the fair canvas of her skin.  Happier memories, he hoped, than the rest of the marks concealed by her blouse and her jacket and the russet fall of her hair over the nape of her neck.  

A breeze rustled the branches of the cherry trees.  The shed petals tangled in Scully’s hair and dappled her padded shoulders like snowflakes, like stars.  Mulder reached out and put his fingertip into the gentle cup of one petal.  It felt silky against his skin, tender and almost damp, the way he imagined Scully’s skin would feel.  She looked up at him, a flicker of azure inquiry.  He shook his head.  It’s nothing, Scully.  Only his heart, pooling like meltwater in his chest.  Only her loveliness in the dimming evening like a slender moon rising.  Only the way they moved through the swirling clumps of tourists like iron filings drawn by a magnet.  Purpose united them, and some strange law of attraction.  Drawn apart, they would snap back together, strong enough to bruise anything caught between them.

“Your informants have such a flair for the dramatic,” Scully murmured, turning her face nearly into his arm.  

“No better anonymity than the madding crowd,” Mulder said.  

“Mulder, does it ever strike you that no one wants to speak to us except from behind a convenient statue or an unconvincing disguise?”  She had her hands in her pockets, but strode freely beside him.  He slowed to match her pace, strolling along in the fading light.

“I thought that was just how everyone talked.”

“Hmm,” she said.  “Now I see why you didn’t get invited to parties.”

“I went to parties,” he protested.  “I go to parties.”

“Of course,” she said.  “Of course.”

He grumbled, good-naturedly, and let his knuckles brush her sleeve.  The slick sleek polyester of her trench coat felt nothing like petals, nothing like skin, but it warmed him all the same.

87 notes • Posted 2021-04-07 02:32:22 GMT

#3

"I have him, Scully. I got William back."

She collapsed into a chair that someone pushed up for her and reached out blindly. Frohike caught her hand; the warmth of his leather-gloved hand was surprisingly comforting.

"Come home," she whispered.

"We'll be there tomorrow," he promised. Over the monitor, she heard William's soft contented chuckle as he bounced on his father's knee, and the tears rose to her eyes.

100 notes • Posted 2021-06-05 01:10:20 GMT

#2

Listen I don't think I would want to be free of the way I feel when Gillian and David look at each other Like That and touch each other like that and just generally negotiate each others' personal space and the world like they're the only things in focus in the whole universe even if I could. Leave me my simple pleasures. They're my favorite intoxicants. So what if I get a lil' tipsy on their chemistry once in a while.

101 notes • Posted 2021-11-06 16:34:17 GMT

#1

An underrated moment: when Scully taps Mulder's chest with the back of two knuckles to get his attention in The Rain King. A very "I have touched this person before and I will again and this person belongs to me" gesture.

115 notes • Posted 2021-11-06 01:53:56 GMT

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Your Exo-L Secret Santa checking in/replying! I have your gift all queued up although I might add some finishing touches.

Ohh the Xfiles fandom is old school. I've watched a couple seasons always meant to get back to it. Are you still active in those fandoms? I was on tumblr as a high schooler primarily for doctor who, harry potter, star trek. That was quite long ago although I still follow doctor who sometimes.

I have a couple friends who are big BTS fans, and I was super into classic rock at the time and they both sent me the Dynamite mv which IS a great way to hook a 70s fan into kpop. Since then I've gotten into a whole bunch of groups: SHINee was probably first. I'm also big into WayV (veryy excited for their new comeback the teasers look gorgeous!) Pentagon, Day6... Do you follow/listen to any other groups?

I can’t believe you saw SuperM in concert!!! that’s amazing. I have been to one kpop concert (BTS) and it was SO much fun. ugh to see Baekhyun live… but yesss you're right he is almost back! (and we're just not gonna talk about kai and sehun enlisting) Do you think Exo is going to have a comeback soon then?? Trying not to get my hopes up too much haha but I think it's what the world needs.

I really liked Grey Suit too! (Morning Star made it surprisingly high in my spotify wrapped, but Hurdle was the favorite for me). I will definitely check out the live session MVs! I love anything that highlights their vocals (and any time they lean into the superpowers).

Favorite Baekhyun songs are probably Amusement Park, Betcha, Privacy, UN Village. My favorite Exo solo album overall is probably Kyungsoo's though.

When I had covid, I luckily never fell ill, but I tested positive and this was pre-vaccine so there was (understandably!) even more precaution. But no symptoms! I just stayed inside and binge watched tv and tried to learn how to play guitar.

Last optional Q for the present, what are a few of your overall favorite music albums? (doesn't have to be exo/kpop!)

Have a lovely week! <3

Hi Santa,

Yay! I am quite excited to see what you have created for me.

Omg, how lucky you are to have seen BTS in concert! Trying to get tickets are always sooooo crazy! A friend of mine tried to get tickets once and couldn’t.

Besides EXO, I really enjoy TVXQ, NCT and all their subunits.

Maybe us fans can manifest a EXO comeback after Baekhyun comes back from his military service. Crossing fingers!

I am so glad you didn’t have bad symptoms of covid. I also loved Kyungsoo’s solo album, but second to Suho (of course, hahaha) I loved Kai’s first solo album. His 2nd solo album was good, but I really enjoy his first one.

It’s hard for me to choose certain albums for a few of my favs so I hope you don’t mind me going off their greatest hits albums. Some of my fav artists and their greatest hits albums are Bruno Mars, Keith Urban, Maroon 5, and for Taylor Swift her two albums: 1989 and Midnights.

I was very involved in the Arrow/Olicity fandom when the show was on air, but not very much these days. As for The X-Files I still love all the fandom creations (gifs, edits and fanart). They will always be my OTP of fandoms.

Were you excited about the Dr Who’s David Tennant surprise return? I think it might have broken tumblr when it happened. Hahaha! I loved him in BroadChurch.

Have a wonderful week too!

[lilydalexf]

Old School X is a project interviewing X-Files fanfic authors who were posting fic during the original run of the show. New interviews are posted every Tuesday.

Interview with Rae

Rae has 16 stories at Gossamer. If you like MSR, you should go check them out, including (but not limited to) the fun-titled, banter-filled The Cat, an Espresso and a Bag of Sunflower Seeds. Big thanks to Rae for doing this interview.

Does it surprise you that people are still interested in reading your X-Files fanfics and others that were posted during the original run of the show (1993-2002)?

It surprises me that anyone reads my fanfic at all, let alone they are reading it 20 years after I wrote it!

But in the same vein, I am still actively reading xfiles fanfic and I tend to read the older fics, or new fics by authors I recognize or remember from back in the day. I cannot explain this lack of rationale. 🤷

What do you think of when you think about your X-Files fandom experience? What did you take away from it?

I had a great experience with the X-Files fandom! I made some fantastic friends - many even attended my wedding! I didn't really get involved in the dramas that went on. I was aware of it, but really, I just wanted to discuss my show with people that loved it like I did and read the fic, so I ignored all the other static.

Social media didn't really exist during the show's original run. How were you most involved with the X-Files online (atxc, message board, email mailing list, etc.)?

Mainly message boards. AOL chat rooms, Yahoo groups, etc. We would all sign on after the episode aired and chat about it. Deconstruct it. And then we started traveling to meet each other and the real fun began!

What did you take away from your experience with X-Files fic or with the fandom in general?

It was definitely a growing experience. It forced me to step outside my comfort zone a little bit. Traveling to NYC, LA and Chicago to meet people just to fangirl with. Meeting Gillian and getting a picture with her - it was wild.

Different shared experiences that "real life" family and friends just didn't understand. It was fun and exciting.

What was it that got you hooked on the X-Files as a show?

So I came to the show late in the game. I was sick, lying in bed channel surfing and caught the last 5 minutes of Fight the Future and immediately wanted to know why this woman was sitting in the snow holding onto this man. I spent the summer recording episodes on FX during the week and watching them all weekend and was somehow able to pretty much catch up on the first 6 seasons in time for the 7th season premiere.

What got you involved with X-Files fanfic?

In my quest to know all the things that summer before the 7th season, I discovered AOL chat rooms that led me to different discussions on the show in general and at one point, a link was posted to whatever fanfic was hot that minute and I was instantly hooked.

What is your relationship like now to X-Files fandom?

I often feel like a wallflower at a party. I'm on the fringe, looking in to see what's going on. I don't bother anyone and most people don't even know I'm there. Every now and then I'll send feedback on a story, or I might even participate in a random discussion, but I feel it's a little more difficult these days without the chatrooms and discussion boards. Following people on tumblr or twitter and trying to engage in those platforms is more awkward since it feels so much more personal. It's like I'm intruding on someone's personal space.  Or having to scroll through non-fandom stuff to find the fic. The message boards were a more even playing field I guess? It's hard to explain.

When I'm hardcore searching for something...anything to read, I'll refer to "The Classics" list. There are still many on there I haven't read.

I miss ephemeral.

Were you involved with any fandoms after the X-Files? If so, what was it like compared to X-Files?

No. No other characters have ever interested me beyond the story we're given within the confines of the show/movie/book like Mulder and Scully did. My friends would dive into Harry Potter or Marvel or (fill in the blank with anything) and I would try to get excited, but there's nothing.

Who are some of your favorite fictional characters? Why?

Well, Scully because she's so bad-ass. She's always so certain of her convictions. We don't see her second-guess herself often.

Anne of Green Gables because against all odds, she still sees the beauty in everything.

Jo in Little Women because she is just so tenacious. She knows what she wants.

Hermione in Harry Potter. She knows the most important thing she'll do is help Harry and there is value in that, so she gives it all she's got.

Do you ever still watch The X-Files or think about Mulder and Scully?

I do. A couple of years after the original run was over, I lost a dear friend (met because of XF) and then later I had my first baby and life just got busy in a very different way so I fell out of the fandom and just dropped all of it.

And then there was the revival. I waited until all episodes aired and then binge-watched them. And I did the same with season 11, but waited about 6 mos after it aired to watch it, rewatching the whole series from the beginning, first.

But now I turn it on a few times a week while I'm folding laundry or making dinner or some other chore. It's nice to have it on in the background because I don't have to pay close attention because I know what's going to happen. I've actually watched the whole series a few times this way.

Do you ever still read X-Files fic? Fic in another fandom?

I still read XF fic. It's still my favorite thing to read. I am always looking for the next great fic to lose myself in. Back in the day, I would read any pairing, any genre...I was game for anything, as long as it was XF fic. I'm a little more choosy, now, but only because my free-time is more limited. I only want to read MSR and I'm not at all interested in revival fics.

Do you have any favorite X-Files fanfic stories or authors?

I am partial to the novel-length AU and canon-divergent stories.  I love everything by Prufrock's Love and Bonetree. I have read Paracelsus, A Moment in the Sun and the Goshen/Secret World series countless times. Journal 1999 and Journal 2000 by MD1016, The Mastodon Diaries by akaJake, Blinded by White Light by Dashak, Deliverance From Evil by Char Chaffin and Tess.

I could go on all day.

My absolute favorite story is Arizona Highways by Fialka.

I am partial to Scully angst. And the Emily storyline just kills me, so when authors take those elements and write a kick-ass story, I am there for it.

What is your favorite of your own fics, X-Files and/or otherwise?

How awful is it that I had to look up my fics to answer this question? I don't know that I have a favorite. That's like asking a mother which child she favors. Maybe One of the Damned.

Do you think you'll ever write another X-Files story? Or dust off and post an oldie that for whatever reason never made it online?

I won't say never, but I don't think so. I've tried to start one or two with some ideas I've had, but I haven't gotten far with them.

Do you still write fic now? Or other creative work?

No. I don't even have time to read as often as I would like to.

Where do you get ideas for stories?

Usually what if scenarios - I try to work out different ways the story could go in my head. I would usually have the guts of the story written in my head before I typed the first word.

What's the story behind your pen name?

There was already a well-known Rachel posting fic when I got started, so I just decided to go with a nickname - Rae.

Do your friends and family know about your fic and, if so, what have been their reactions?

My husband is crazy supportive and tries to convince me to write again All. The. Time. I never hid my XF obsession from anyone, but I don't think I told many people about my writing.

Is there a place online (tumblr, twitter, AO3, etc.) where people can find you and/or your stories now?

I am on tumblr and twitter, but like I said above, I don't really post. All of my stories are at Gossamer.

(Posted by Lilydale on February 9, 2021)

[coccsd]

Dumb Summary By Me: A computer kills people because it got insulted.

Monster: The computer? Brad? The glorified superior dude?

Favourite Quote Moment: Mulder shoving Scully up an airduct.

Would I Recommend It: It’s not too bad so yeah.

My Initial Thoughts: I can’t remembered if I watched this the first time round but I like it.

Episode Title is Said:  ❌

State: Virginia.

Special Minor Character of the Episode: Jerry Lamana.

Special Prop of the Episode: Shoes.

Inappropriate Mulder Humour: 😞

Inappropriate 90’s Terminology:  😞

Scully Favourite Sentence(s):  😞

Scully Doesn’t Suffer: 😊 (well, she does nearly get killed by a fan)

Mulder Drives: 😊

Scully Drives: 😊

Brief Case Appearance: 😊

Sharing Glasses:  😞

Scully Writes a Report: 😊

Scully Says OMG: 😊

Scully Autopsy:  😞

Scully Ditch:  ❌

Scully Pyjamas: 😊 (purple ones)

Scully Wears A Skirt: 😊

Scully Smiles: 😊

Stupid Tiny Gun Watch:  😡

Mulder’s Hand on Scully’s Back: 😊

Mulder and Scully Talk on the Phone:  😞

Scully Costume Change Counter: 6.

As usual, my comments are under the cut.

This episode just screams 90s.

You can tell this dude is a nerd because he doesn’t wear suits.

Yikes that line delivery.

Xfiles really needs to come with an epilepsy warning…

Fancy sink.

So moral of the episode- don’t have electronic bathrooms.

Why is their a camera in the bathroom?

Why does he have a shower in the bathroom, does he live there?

Why does he even have his own personal bathroom, is that normal?

Closest xf ever came to having a Halloween episode- this is your episode.

I really don’t understand why she’s jealous/mad here. It makes no sense. Jerry, as far as I’m aware, isn’t a Phoebe or a Diana- why are you angry that he worked with him?

A basement office with no heat or windows- that must be fun all year round. I might write a fic…

Yo she FALLS.

And you’re stuck in a lift.

If a lift started working again after momentarily breaking I think you’d let the dude know.

Okay so the camera isn’t facing the shower but still…why is there a camera in the bathroom?

Privacy didn’t exist in the 90s.

Aw Mulder’s nods.

Scully tidies up Mulder’s desk one day and he gets annoyed because he can’t find anything anymore.

Aw Mulder got his work stolen, that’s sad.

It’s actually really sad how he doesn’t want to say anything about it, too.

Jerry a cnut.

What is with these blazer to skirt ratios?

There’s too much feet out.

What is she actually carrying in that briefcase? Is it necessary?

Miss Scully.

What the fuck is a “scruffy mind”

More stuff just keeps getting added to these reports she writes.

Also why is she still wearing heels? You take that shit off the moment you get in.

Is this actually possible?

The voice is creepy.

Nah I think Mulder’s got and gets it worse.

How did they come to this conclusion by doing that?

Lol drawing on the computer screen. I don’t care if the screens are glass, it’s stupid and unnecessary.

Is this dude’s house necessary?

He’s so hunched over. That’s not good for your back.

What an effective security guard.

What’s with the weird camera angle?

I’m not getting in lifts again.

Well I think he’s dead.

Lol and he actually did go back.

It feels weird when Deep Throat appears in MoW episodes.

Should I do a death toll? Death counter? Is that morbid?

It’s weird seeing a season 3 outfit on a season 1 Scully.

Was Mulder actually allowed to get that laptop into the prison?

Where did he whip that from?

Just another day where Mulder and Scully almost die in a car accident.

She nearly falls up the stairs. Mood.

Mulder just saved Scully’s life.

That would still shock him tho wouldn’t it?

It’s so simple that it’s stupid.

Yo remember that time Mulder shoved Scully up an airduct? I wanna see that conversation.

She also should have went up more airducts. Or more tight Scully sized spaces.

I’m not a fan of these unnecessary weird camera angles.

All the papercuts ew.

Can you imagine crawling all that way just to be blown backwards?

Aside from the murder fan beneath, that looks fun.

Mulder’s backpack.

Surprise, Motherfucker!

Surprise, Motherfucker!

Scully’s had a TIME.

That’s why she was never shoved up another airduct. Mulder tried to and she threatened to walk away.

The voice goes from creepy and plain stupid.

Scully cross chain changes all the time.

Hey remember Jerry? He dead.

That’s a big ass ugly phone.

So what happened to Brad? Is he still in prison complaining that he has to wear shoes?

Final Thoughts: I actually really like this episode. It’s no way a good one but it would probably be at the top of my list of meh episodes.

[starbuck09256]

Prompt 38

You're not wearing anything underneath that are you?

@today-in-fic

My other fic may have referenced Mulder fucking scully against a motel door, this isn't that one but I think it's damn good. Bring your smut goggles for this one. Hope it hits those umm special spots.

Fox Mulders mediocre life had suddenly taken on a new zeal. His days spent chasing monsters and lights in the sky replaced by disgruntle farmers wanting more subsidized government loans and less investigations about their obscenely large purchases of the finest shit around. His only consolation prize was the beautiful redhead who was forced to tag along. Not forced Scully the dutiful soldier would go along with a lot of things to keep her badass status, especially if she held out hope to get back their precious xfiles. His quest now just as much hers her willingness to play the game more fierce than her scalpel.

But not all was bad in their existence. She might be playing their game right now but she was into more games than Mulder ever imagined. Games that involved sex, lots of it. And not just regular sex but positions and ways that only yogis dream of. Agent Scully believed in strengthen every part of your body and had shown her lovely lanky partner what positions allowed for maximizing pleasure and sometimes pain.

Rules though all games had them. She had laid down some rules before the xfiles burned, before their work was cinders of paper and dust mangled heaps of tabloids and pictures scattered across their one desk office. No sex at work, no sex on the road for work. No sex in rental cars on the way home from work. His pants all of the sudden had to be much looser because of the painfulness of a zipper on his fully harden cock as he raced to Georgetown. But now Agent Scully had a new tune about rules, she was tired of them. Tired of other people controlling her life, setting expectations, demanding things from her without an ounce of appreciation. Except her partner his soft slow smile his willingness to follow her rules to the letter was not just endearing but heartwarming. He would go to ends of the earth for her. Hell had gone to the ends of the earth, bringing her back not to suffer but to not waste the new comfort they allowed themselves. Certain rules were meant to be broken right?

The flight was delayed 2 hours another small town another set of farmers utilizing fertilizer to well fertilize. She highly doubted the good people of Walla Walla Washington were doing anything to their onions, apples and grapes other than creating some amazing edibles to tantalize the tongue. Mulder wasn't happy he had been trying to keep them on only east coast assignments, leaving the office at 5. No overtime, no travel, no stupid cases that kept him out of her bed and on the cold dark streets of tiny towns with tiny problems and large orders of crap. Finally boarded and soaring into the clouds he pulled out a thing of Twizzlers for her. "We already have to suffer through enough crap this week, we should have at least something sweet." He said with a grin. She smiled lovingly at him. They were her favorite and he always remembered to pick them up when he bought seeds. She shifted in her seat as the fasten seat belt light dimmed along the cabin. The plane was louder than normal but that didn't stop most people from snoring away their troubles. She moved to get up and use the restroom and see how many rules she could break on one case. She dropped a twizzlers on Mulders lap using her fingers and head to pretend at not being able to clutch them in her hands. Having already unbutton her blouse dangerously low. Scully had a plan and it involved Mulders salty lips on her nipples and his long thick clock between her legs at 30,000 feet. Poor Mulder he swallows hard as her breasts bob up and down in front of his face her leg and ass just next to his hand on the middle seat. At first he tries to help thinking nothing of her devious plans. She is innocent, kind thoughtful not down right cruel. "Scully I can grab it for you, umm what your doing is just making me a little well uncomfortable" she looks up at him her devilish plan written all over her face "oh I'm making you uncomfortable?" Her voice is low and the engine is loud but his eyes shoot up to hers in clear understanding. He didn't need a damn FBI conference for their silent communication skills. She is being very very clear. Clear that she wore that beautiful lace bra that hurts but looks amazing on 6.5 hour flight. Clear that she dropped that twizzler on him and had been deliberately sucking on it and twisting it in her hand and with her tongue looking right at him the whole time. "Scully," his voice is a dangerous low growl. "You said.." she pushes up slightly pulling the twizzler into her teeth scrapping the edge of it and letting her tongue wrap around it in a slow exaggerated way.

"I remember saying a lot of things Mulder, things that were way more important when we had our work, when we weren't being send off across the country for no reason other than some fucked up punishment for doing our jobs ... and I don't like being punished without a reason, but right now I want to be a little bad. I'm wondering about what kind of punishments you think I should have for breaking a few precious" her voice drops to a whispers as she leans into his ear her hand stroking him through his pants "precious rules." He is taken back slightly from her boldness. Her determination and clear reasoning always a turn on. "Oh well I have some things in mind," he says licking his lips "you know depending on the crime," she smiles boldly at him. "Good I hope you brought your extra handcuffs G-Man I think you've broken some rules too."

He is a little shocked and very very hard. This is not good this flight is barely in the feel free to turn on your electronic devices stage and 5.5 hours of painful Hard on is not exactly utilizing the full experience of the upgrade to economy plus class. Scully has slipped passed him moving to the tiny restroom stalls swaying her hips just slightly more than she usually does. Wait his mind suddenly having one of those brilliant revelations that earn him his gs-13 pay grade. He almost jumps out of his seat. The mile high club videos are definitely on his top ten porn fantasies of all time. Not that Scully hasn't helped him out with 6 of the other ones already. Worth the wait doesn't even come close to how amazing she is. He was a little too quick and bumps his head on the overhead compartment. He sees Scully chuckle and point to a very specific bathroom door.

He is absolutely sure that the flight attendants will notice if he skips down the tiny aisle and throws open the door to see his sexy partner. So he tries to play it a little cool. Shifting some things around exaggerating his need to stretch out. Looking around to see how many people are really observant at 12:42am. He is happy to report everyone is as oblivious as always. He shuffles down the narrow strip of slightly illuminated led lighting and gently pulls the door Scully snuck into 4 minutes ago.

Scully always resourceful has propped herself on the tiny little sink so he can slide in without the slightest thought that this tiny little 20 foot shell is occupied. She smiles brightly at him as he closes and flicks the vacancy lock. His lips are crushing hers in an instant. She moves easily to allow him to stand in between her legs her pencil skirt already pushed up a ways to let him know exactly what rules they are going to enjoy flaunting. His hands go to her thighs as he palms the lace thigh tights she wears. He groans all these years he thought she was a control top woman. But she has barely any fat and her perfect smooth stomach doesn't need anything to show just how in shape she is. She moans into his mouth. His lips are trailing down her face and moving to her neck one hand up from her thigh up to cup her breast. She sighs softly into his mouth as she moves his other hand up her thigh. His fingers expecting to brush some other lacy type panties but he finds nothing. His mouth pulls off her collar bone swiftly. She looks up at him a smirk on her face. "You're not wearing anything underneath this?" He points to her pencil skirt. She grins shifting forward her hand cradling his swollen cock. He didn't even remember when she undid his pants. "Jesus" he mutters his hand moves forward quick to press on her clit and she almost cries out his cock follows quickly and scullys continue dedication to yoga pays off again as they move in sync with one another in the cramped quarters. The pressure mounts quickly Mulder fingers her in quick circles as he rocks back and forth in her. It's certainly not their best time. But it gives the porn a solid run for his money.

Author Notes:

I'll get to the motel part. Maybe tomorrow. Sorry for typos errors and everything else. Totally wrote this on my phone. Also for the first time prompts, first time for the mile high club anyone??

[fuckindiva]

I was tagged by @grantcary​ to do a bunch of stuff which I'll do bc I want/need to distract my mind (thank you dear!)

Soft Questions Tag

1. What’s one thing that made you smile today? making fun of my dog 2. Favorite scent? Incenses! lots of them 3. What’s your favorite weather? I like it cold 4. Do you have any comfort movies or books? Grease helps me put me in a good mood 5. One food that you never get tired of? lasagna 6. Name 3 fictional characters that first comes to your mind: rust cohle my love, t’challa, michael corleone 7. What song makes you feel the most uplifted? enya, mostly caribbean blue or orinoco flow 8. One otp you’ll go back to? vito and carmela corleone 9. Favorite item of clothing? currently my crystals necklaces 10. One song that never fails to make you cry? river by joni mitchell 11. Dream url(s): I like mine 12. What do you do for self-care? Yoga, music, film, elder scrolls 13. Favorite seasonal holiday? halloween!

10 songs come up on shuffle 

chop suey - SOAD

libiamo ne’ lieti calici from la traviata

pumped up kicks - foster the people

tight as - john lennon

formation - beyonce

addio sogni - giuseppe di stefano

suffer little children - the smiths

matangi - mia

venus in furs - velvet underground

lady madonna - beatles

Rules: tag followers you want to get know better! Name: bruna Gender: female Star sign: aquarius Height: 1,63 cm Sexuality: bi House: slytherin What image do you use as your wallpaper: a johnny gloom’s art Have you ever had a crush on a teacher? yes Where do you see yourself In ten years? rip (resting in peace) If you could be anywhere right now where would you be? an italian villa  What was your coolest Halloween costume? i enjoyed dressing as morticia addams last year Favourite 90s tv show? xfiles Last kiss: promiscuous bc im a ho Have you ever been stood up?: no Have you ever been to Las Vegas: no Favourite pair of shoes: i like my black boots Favourite fruit: i like strawberries but theres many more Favourite book: harry potter, all of them The stupidest thing you’ve ever done: too many but like this bitch be breathin All-time favourite tv shows: true detective and iasip All-time favourite songs: nahh way too many Last movie you saw: mona lisa smile

Rules: answer the questions, then tag 20 people you’d like to get to know. Nickname: bru, a guy from my job calls me morticia and i want it to stick Favorite color: black Current favorite song: hmm espirito del agua by ataraxia & summoning of the artists by hexperos Favorite idea to get creative with: depends on the mood What do I like to do when I’m alone: also depends Average sleeping hours: with my current medication i sleep like 12 hours if possible Cats or dogs: im kinda afraid of cats ngl What do I think of my friends: @discoveryinthedark binch i hate you ♡ Number of blankets I sleep with: usually 1 or 0 but lately its been so cold + im sick so im sleeping with 3 Dream job: full time hermit witch Dream trip: italyy When I made this account: 2010 i think? jesus Number of followers: Ive reached 19,002 !!! 

shuffle and list the first 10 songs that come up + my favorite lyrics from those songs

1. waiting for the night - depeche mode // i'm waiting for the night to fall, i know that it will save us all, when everything's dark, keeps us from the stark reality

2. caribbean blue - enya // if all you told was turned to gold, if all you dreamed was new, imagine sky high above in caribbean blue

3. honey bucket - melvins // (? good luck trying to understand those lyrics)

4. sugar blues - nina hagen // my loving man, as sweet as can be, but the doggone fool turned sour on me

5. the host of seraphim - dead can dance // (indecipherable but very relatable anyway)

6. and i love her - beatles //  bright are the stars that shine, dark is the sky, i know this love of mine will never die, and i love her

7. into the hollow - qotsa // I live behind my eyes (...) that's why i always go alone into tomorrow

8. working class hero - john lennon // THE WHOLE DAMN SONG

9. baby its you - beatles // it doesn't matter what they say, i know i'm gonna love you any old way

10. redundant - green day // i cannot speak, i lost my voice, i’m speechless and redundant cause i love you is not enough, i'm lost for words

I'm tagging anyone reading this who wants something to pass the time as well!

[feministbynature]

I don’t really post on here, but I just found myself inspired after watching “Plus one” so here are my thoughts on the ep...

Who would have thought hell would freeze over and I would find myself giving Chris Carter credit and literally wanting to thank him for not completely screwing up an episode and finally giving us something that he has been dangling as bait above our heads for literally decades?!? ATTHS!!!! That should be the title of the episode because let’s face it that’s the main thing that I am taking away from this episode 😂 but that’s just me, one track mind and also no tolerance for Chris Carter’s “did they didn’t they” bullshit. Philes have withstood it for ages and I’m glad the game of torture is finally over. Apparently this is going to turn into a love letter ode to Chris Carter because right from the get go it felt like a proper xfile, I got that reminiscent chill way deep in my bloodstream when the doppelgänger appeared, nothing like things that go bump in the night with loud music in the background to raise my Adrenalin level to a high. The first dialogue between far fetched theory Mulder and rational medical doctor Scully  as they battle it out cerebral style is how we like our x files! Or at least how I like mine. It also continues Mulder’s theme of claiming the x-files as “theirs” as states in the last episode “This”. These cases are collectively Mulder and scullys bread and butter, and as much as Scully puts up a fight in trying to discredit Mulders whacky enthusiasm over the idea of doppelgängers Scully is intrigued enough to jump into a car with him hit the I95 south to get to the bottom of this phenomenon wether they are mental illness or else... and Mulder is gracious enough to extend her the first go at discrediting him by allowing her to conduct Arkie’s first interrogation at the jail. Bringing Karin Konoval back is yet another mark in Chris Carter’s favor, her fabulous acting abilities as both male and female deranged and mentally ill just blew my mind!  The whole theme of the episode evil minds evil forces borderline mental illnesses was just the thing that Xfiles has been known for and allowed for the frameworks in which Mulder and scullys mind work to kick into high gear ringing true to my ears. And now let’s talk foreplay! Cause there was so much of that interweaved with comedic splatters that I had to rub my eyes in disbelief that Chris Carter actually possesses these abilities (and why has he not used them more frequently?? They are equally as supportive of the show as the angsty ones if u ask me).- Asking for a couple of rooms and not just one assisted to get these two where we wanted them, together in each other’s arms, and it also ties in with the bureaus policy of agents sharing a room. the scold on scullys face as she tells Mulder she is glad to hear all he wants is some shut eye could be seen as an older prudish version of Scully minus the eye roll and skip in her step. But in the aftermath of the episode it reads to me like a married couple that the man is feeling frisky and the woman is just not feeling it that night so she sternly puts him in his place. Let’s face it right now Scully is leaning towards her medical theories to try and make sense of this case and the subject matter is hitting her, she sees more in Judy than meets the eye, and so I kind of understand this scene and appreciate it. Especially since we get the eyebrow foreplay when Mulder asks if that bed is nice and comfy as he comes through their adjoining rooms making it clear that he is still frisky and would rather be in that bed with Scully rather than chasing the case as needed. That actually says a lot about Mulder, sex with Scully is better than weird ass theories (I wouldn’t argue with that). I kind of got catapulted back to “rain king” when Mulder denied blatantly that he stared at Scully while someone pointed out the sheer attraction to him. And here we have Judy clearly seeing the connection between our two agents from just being in the same room with them for a few minutes. And also her twin brother who asks Mulder if he is “tapping” that tasty red head. Everyone sees it and at least they are not denying it even though they aren’t yet addressing the elephant in the room. I found it quite interesting that Special agent Dana Scully as well as Doctor Dana Scully who has fought men with guns and other social deviants and has conducted multiple surgeries and autopsied dead bodies in the past would get so flustered while dealing with a psych patient and her own mortality and aging. I think this was a critical comment about how society brands women as useless and nothing more than their labels, a woman who hits her 40’s is apparently less worthy bcs her womb is no longer functioning.   The fact that she can turn to Mulder for the cold harsh truth when it comes to insecurities shows just how Dana Scully has progressed from the woman who’s catch phrase was “I’m fine Mulder”. She no longer feels the need to hide from this man, she trusts him in more ways than one. And how endearing is it to hear him say “u have still got it going on”. The man speaks the truth! (Bless). And I don’t know if Chris Carter had “tony Orlando and dawns” song in mind when he wrote knock three times but that completely fits in with the solicitation of one Fox Mulder who tells Scully he is just a door away if she should ever want to get it on 😂 and let’s face it, it’s hard to resist the upper arm and torso muscly built of Mulder in that tank top 👅 Knock three times: Hey girl what ya doin' down thereDancin' alone every night while I live right above youI can hear your music playin'I can feel your body swayin'One floor below me you don't even know meI love youOh my darlingKnock three times on the ceiling if you want meTwice on the pipe if the answer is noOh my sweetnessMeans you'll meet me in the hallwayTwice on the pipe means you ain't gonna showIf you look out your window tonightPull in the string with the note that's attached to my heartRead how many times I saw youHow in my silence I adored youOnly in my dreams did that wall between us come apartOh my darlingKnock three times on the ceiling if you want meTwice on the pipe if the answer is noOh my sweetnessMeans you'll meet me in the hallwayTwice on the pipe means you ain't gonna showI can hear your music playin'I can feel your body swayin'One floor below me you don't even know meI love youOh my darlingKnock three times on the ceiling if you want meTwice on the pipe if the answer is noOh my sweetnessMeans you'll meet me in the hallwayTwice on the pipe means you ain't gonna show Continuing with the progression in scullys character I love the fact that she can come into Mulders room and just ask to be held, it’s a little reminiscent of the bed scene in I want to believe where Mulder offers to take the burden, curse god so that Scully can have a break and sleep peacefully. At that given point in time Scully might be cursing god for the pain that is in human mortality and having the ultimate stop be at heavens door so to speak. Mulder undressing in freak out mode and scullys naked shoulder bobbing from above the sheets is the moment that the fandom will forever be screaming about because we finally got a literal confirmation that our duo are doing it!!! (Enter mental freak out and jumping up and down with ecstatic overtones). And there we have it, the afterglow of sex apparently agrees with Scully as she has become the calm and rational no longer haunted by the ghosts that seeped in to her psyche beforehand. And apparently sex with Scully agrees immensely with Mulder as well who movements before his freak out smiled at himself in the mirror. He’s always been so harsh with himself so it was a touching moment. And that last scene, if you mute it and watch scullys facial expression as she shoots off Mulders invitation of a second round of bed wrestling u can see that she is flirting and contemplating it even as she is saying no. I would put more emphasis on the part where she is shooting him down if it ended with just that, but hey, I just call it a knee jerk reaction which was erased momentarily cause let’s face it Scully will now forever be drawn to that damn afterglow of sex with Mulder!!! And now that I have all of the positives out of the way, it’s inevitable to put aside the truly bad dialogue that was held between Mulder and Scully in bed. Had it been anywhere else I would have shrugged it off but Chris Carter, dude, the spooning was probably hurting your retinas and so u thought u would try to distract us with words that were just plain and simple garbage! (Lucky for us we can hit the mute button and just relish in the intimacy and the love that is Mulder holding Scully close). Here is the 💩 that Chris had to inject (I mean how can u get your characters so spot on in all of the other scenes and then fuck up the scene with the best potential??? This is the mystery of CC himself one which we might never really understand)- insinuating Scully thinks Mulder wants children and with a younger woman! 🤦🏼‍♀️ I mean sheesh! He has stuck by Scully for so long and looks at her like a love sick puppy!!! This whole Scully doubting Mulder when it comes to their personal ship is something that will never ring true to me. - Also the stupid question asked by Scully - are we going to spend time together (when they are retired) - as if the x files is the only thing that keeps them together. Has Chris forgotten he wrote a whole damn movie where Mulder and Scully were living in the same house, sharing a bed and not working at the FBI? I know Scully is talking after retirement but seriously man when would Mulder never be part of scullys life? - What’s stopping u from having another kid??? Like are u fucking kidding me dude?? Mulder knows what Scully went through to actually get pregnant (or try to get pregnant) that is not a line he would ever throw her way! And Scully saying she wouldn’t have anyone to have a kid with even if she wanted to? 😡😡😡 I would like to throw “per manum” in Chris Carter’s face and smash his nose with it! Mulder will never say no to scullys request of fathering her child no matter how uncomfortable it might be for him (which at this point I don’t even think this element even exists between them anymore). - Sorry not even Scully saying “we will think of something” as an answer to Mulders question what will we do if we  lose our jobs, which ultimately leads to sex can salvage this scene!!!  I want to see the original script of this scene because it seems that dialogue was cut form it, it kind of is all over the place near the end which is such a chris Carter move, leave the social criticism dialogue in, super glue it with some sort of Shippy elusive declaration and try to get away with it knowing fully well it’s less than perfect. But he gave us the sex, and as a PHILE I have over the years gotten accustomed to blurring the parts and selectively choosing the strong points of the episodes so I am choosing to focus on the physical closeness on this one rather than the flaky words. Ending with a few comments that I had that don’t fit into any long argument 🤷‍♀️ - let’s face it Scully can even make the words “gestalt gestven syndrome” sound like foreplay and totally sexy (and is anyone else wondering how many takes of that they had to shoot because Gillian just kept messing it up? I’m counting on seeing this scene in the blooper reel 😂- The mature  version of Scully, skeptic as she might be is willing to subscribe to the notion better safe than sorry while popping the bread pills- It was nice to see the actual scene on the road where the bear story happened 🐻🐻🐻- Chris Carter with his sexist dick/sword collection scene at the diner 🤢 - And seriously who has that amount of ammunition in his home???? 🤦🏼‍♀️🤦🏼‍♀️

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Bray Road - Fox Mulder x non binary!reader part 6

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Mulder just finished speaking with the Sheriff when he spotted his partner. (Y/N) looked so tired. They were holding their head in their hands and had been like that ever since the boys in blue zipped up the body bags for Jason, his mother, and the other patient that had been attacked. He walked to them slowly and placed a hand on their shoulder. 

“You alright?” He asked. (Y/N) took a deep breath and looked up. 

“I don’t know. I know everything that happened was real, but it feels...I never thought that I would experience that again.” They shrugged, “On the bright side, the cops believed my story this time.” 

Mulder smiled a little and nodded towards the car, “C’mon, let’s head back to the motel.” They stood and the two began walking towards the rental car. 

“What about Winterfield?” 

“Cops are going to search the office now to find evidence of the albuterol and anything related to the DEA. The courthouse is going to have a search warrant by the morning.” 

“Mulder.” They said as Mulder started opening his door, “The full moon is tomorrow.” 

He paused for a moment and looked up in the dark sky and saw the moon was almost full. He looked back at his partner, “We’ll get him. I promise.” 

- 

The next morning, both agents made their way to the pediatrician’s office where there was already a search in place. They met with the sheriff as he was walking out. 

“Agents,” He greeted them, “We found some research regarding the albuterol in a safe in the crawl space.” He handed some of the paper work to (Y/N). They looked them over. 

“It’s like the scrawling of a mad man.” The sheriff said, "Talking about rituals and turning the weak into warriors. As far as we know, there are two other kids in the reports. Both of which were killed in the last attack. According to their parents, they only used their inhalers for emergencies or not at all.” 

“So the DEA was never able to take hold in their systems.” Mulder concluded, "That also means that Winterfield was trying to make more of him."

"That seems to be the case," The sheriff looked back at (Y/N), who was still reading, their face paler than before. The writings from when they were a child were disturbing, describing their body in great detail and how they were perfect to create the master race of lycanthropes.

"We suspect that he's in hiding, but we believe that he's going to come back for you, Agent (Y/L/N)." They looked up at the sheriff's words.

"What?" Their heart dropped.

"We would like to place you under house arrest at your motel until we can apprehend Winterfield. You will be with the best big game hunter in the area, as well as two deputies." The sheriff motioned to the large camo wrapped pickup truck in the other end of the parking lot.

"I-...Right. of course." (Y/N) looked down at the ground. Their fingers gripping the paperwork.

Mulder took notice to their hesitation, "Sheriff, can you give us a minute?" The sheriff nodded and went to speak with the hunter in the truck.

"(Y/L/N), what is it?"

They finally looked up from the papers to Mulder. He seemed genuinely concerned about them. There was a calming sense about him that made them want to relax, but, in this situation, it was nearly impossible.

"I understand why I need to be under lock and key, I do. But I don't feel right about not going after him too." They felt tears burn at their eyes. They were so emotionally exhausted after years of fear just culminating to this moment and they wouldn't get the resolve they wanted.

"Is this about your parents?" He asked.

They glanced at this eyes again, then stared back at his tie, "Partially."

"Aw, you're not worried about me, are ya?" He chuckled.

They met his eyes again, so green and full of determination. It's what (Y/N) liked about him. Fox Mulder may have been known around the bureau as Spooky Mulder, but no one saw the passion. All they saw were the Xfiles. And (Y/N) thought Mulder liked to keep it that way. He had been ridiculed his entire career. But he believed the weird, he believed the strange.

"Skinner didn't assign you as my partner," They blurted out without thinking much. But the fuel was already in the fire, they had to elaborate, "I made up the case file. I kept it secret from my friends at the office because I didn't want them to treat me like I was a joke. I took the case to Skinner and asked to be your partner. I knew you would take it seriously. I knew you would believe me." (Y/N) placed a hand on his arm and smiled weakly, "Please be careful. I don't want to lose anyone else." Before Mulder could speak, he watched (Y/L/N) make their way to the camo truck to speak with the big game hunter and the sheriff.

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At the motel, they had been given a box of evidence from Winterfield's home to look through. The big game hunter, Rodger, was in the corner of the room facing the door, cleaning the silver bullets he had been given to him from the local jeweler in town. He was an interesting looking guy, the was tall and lean. But his hair was styled so one side of his head was shaved to the skin, 3 long pink scars ran from his crown to his temple.

He noticed their staring and nodded, "Bear."

"Excuse me?"

He pointed to the scars, "Grizzly in Alberta. Probably stood about twelve feet tall. Smacked me right here but I put three slugs between it's eyes. So I can handle your werewolf just fine." He loaded to shells into his shotgun.

"Bears act on instinct. When they feel their family or their territory is threatened they attack. This werewolf thinks just as well as he does as a human." They looked out the window and saw the sun lower in the sky, making their stomach feel like there was a sack of rocks pulling them down.

"You have nothing to worry about, uh...what are your uhh..."

"It's Agent."

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The search in the woods around Winterfield's house wasn't showing any sign that he had been there recently. But what they did find was a body. In the basement of his home they found a decaying body shackled to the wall, almost mummified. But the anatomy was inhuman.

Mulder looked was looking over a map of the area that they had already searched, needing to use a flashlight now that darkness was setting in. He looked up when he saw the coroner, Dr. Sherman, making her way towards him and taking her gloves off.

"I've seen a lot of weird things, but nothing as crazy as that." She said.

"How so?"

"Well, when the guy died his bones had grown so much that they were splintering. His teeth were so large they cracked his jawbone. He died in a lot of pain." She said.

"Any similarities to the Mulligan boy?" The sheriff, who had walked up behind Mulder asked.

"Sort of. There were signs of the splintering and the cracks in the jaw but they had healed almost instantaneously. But I'm sure when the lab comes back with the results, they'll show DEA like you said, agent Mulder."

"Any luck?" He turned back to the sheriff.

"None. The dogs can't pick up a damn thing. And the tracks we saw lead off into the woods disappeared about a mile in."

Before Mulder could speak, his mobile phone started going off in his pocket.

"Excuse me," He said, stepping away from the group and standing by his car before answering, "Mulder."

"So we found some info on Winterfield." Frohike began, "Or lack of info."

"I couldn't find any family history on him. That is, until I found these articles from the sixties." Byers said, "His name was Lyle Montgomery. And when he was fourteen he went missing for a month in northern Michigan and when he was found, he was covered in blood but completely unharmed."

"There's another news article a month later from the same area saying that an entire family but one was mauled by a bear. The survivor was relocated, but we can't tell where because the adoption was closed." Langley chimed in, "But it was around the same time that we found the yearbook for Elkhorn high school showing their star quarterback."

"Winterfield." Mulder answered, "Thanks guys."

"You got it, Gunmen out." Frohike signed off and the line went dead.

As Mulder walked back to the group his phone rang again, he answered, "Mulder."

"Hey Fox, I think that uh we're not gonna find this guy. He outsmarted us." (Y/L/N) said.

"When did we start on a first name basis, (Y/N)? And it's not over, we're gonna find him." He said, his eyebrows knitted together in confusion at his partner's use of his first name. Not even Scully called him by his first name.

"No, I think I'm just gonna go home ."

"We can't go now. What happened to you wanting to finally end this? To move on from all this?" He was closer to the sheriff and the coroner now, who gave him confused looks as well.

"Fox, I need to go back home." They said again, more sternly this time.

Suddenly, his eyes widened, "(Y/L/N), is he there?"

"Yeah, I just need to hurry up and get home." There voice shook then, "I've decided to leave the bureau and just go home." They took a deep breath, sounding a little choked up.

"Goodbye, Fox." The line went dead.

"We need to get to the motel right now, he's got (Y/L/N)." Mulder had barely gotten the phone back in his pocket before running with the sheriff to his truck and leading the department towards the motel.

-

(Y/N) hung up the phone, a shaky hand setting it back down on the receiver. They avoided looking in the corner of the room where the majority of Rodger was still in the corner. They looked back at Winterfield. His hands were larger than usual and covered in dark hair. His eyes glowed red. He was spattered in blood from the deputies that he been outside and the big game hunter.

"You know he doesn't believe me." They said.

"Oh I know." There was a gravel to his voice that made it sound more animal, "But he's gotta write something when the FBI starts asking where you are." He grabbed their arm with his massive hand and began dragging them out of the room through the broken doorway.

"Wait!" They shouted, "Let me grab my bag. It'll be more believable for the crime scene photos."

"Fine," Winterfield let go, "Hurry up." He seemed on edge, turning his head from side to side as if he could hear something coming. They went to the side of the bed where their bag laid, there was blood from the hunter on it. Out of the corner of their eye, they saw the silver bullets.

Winterfield began angry, "Come on!" He grabbed them by the back of their neck.

"My bag!"

"Screw the bag!" He growled, pulling them outside. In the distance, they both saw the red and blue lights flashing and the sirens screaming the distance.

-

The cars screeched to a stop, the entire sheriff's department pointing their guns. Mulder called to the others, "Don't shoot, he's got a hostage!"

Then Winterfield seemed to shift before his very eyes, growing a long snout and large animal like arms and legs, all covered in thick dark hair. Still standing on his hind legs, he grabbed (Y/N) by their middle and took off into the woods near the motel.

"MULDER!" They called back, their voice fading into the darkness.

"(Y/L/N)!" He called back, leading the department and the canine unit into the woods after Winterfield.

"Mulder!" Their voice was farther away now.

"(Y/L/N)!" He stopped when he no longer saw tracks, looking around for any signs, "(Y/L/N)!"

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I get all of you are upset but to slam Gillian now for speaking up about the ridiculous male vs female writers and directors on xfiles which is more than off is just not ok. If someone like Gillian who is in a power position who has many eyes and ears aimed at her shouldn't speak up who should because the bts running of the xfiles is just disgusting. It's not even about men being better writers and directors it's that they get hired based on the fact women are considered to do a shit job.

Oh but I find the fight totally legit. What I dislike is that she did sign for another season of The X-Files. No one forced her. She knew exactly what it would be like, she knows Chris, she knows all the writers, she worships them all, usually.She has played many many roles since the original series ended, pretty much all written by men. She has been plugging other shows (you know which one in particular), written by men. Never she complained about the lack of female writers in The Fall, or American Gods, or even Streetcar. So why now? Why picking XF when she’s about to start filming? She did a pretty bad job so far promoting this season and I’m scared it keeps going this way. I’m also pretty sure Chris would have let her write an episode if she wanted to, but it seems like the less she’s involved in it, the better, and it’s a bummer. XF made who she is now, it made her famous, it made her an icon, she made a lot of money thanks to this show, and even if I don’t have a lot of feelings for Chris Carter, he is the one who pushed for her to be Scully. One of the first strong female character of all time. We owe him that, and so does she.It just seems to me that she’s often unfair and ungrateful towards this show. So I get that it’s not as good as it could be, that the writing doesn’t give her as much material as she would, and that the subject itself don’t interest her much. It’s understandable. But still, I wish she would show a little bit more of enthusiasm for a show who has millions of fans and which will reward her with a few millions dollars. This is a totally personal thing, but I always do have issues with people who publicly and loudly criticize what made them who they are now, as bad as those things are.

In other words, don’t bite the hand that feeds you.

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I have been thinking about Gillovny a lot lately. I have been trying to wrap my head around what to believe, what not to believe and how the hell we got from one extreme to the other so quickly. I feel like when i first joined this fandom back in 2016 we were all united and now we are so split it is mind blowing. 

As i have pondered over the events of this year I have come to the conclusion of what i believe could have happened. It is just my theory, maybe just a head cannon i cannot seem to get out of my.. well head lol.  And since no one understands my xfiles/gillovny obsession quite like my friends here i am going to express my theory and hope i do not get slaughtered for it. Everyone who looks at my blog knows i am Gillovny AF so if you have no interest in what i have to say please just skip on.... with that being said here it goes.

I really feel, in my gut, that Gillian and David were together. I have a feeling that David wanted to come out with their relationship but Gillian did not. I mean can you really blame her? She was probably imaging all the questions they would get... 

“how long have you and David been in a relationship?”

“it is rumored y'all have been on and off for years. Is this true?”

“was there ever an intimate relationship before?”

I could go on and on and we all know this would happen. Not to mention i know i would flip, i might even have a heart attack just from pure excitement. I could only imagine being a women and feeling like you have to explain your relationship with this man you have obviously been attracted to for over a decade, a man, in my opinion, you have probably slept with in-between relationships, a man who at one time was such a ass to you, but now is a friend that you would not ever want to hurt.

I think PM was an easier choice for Gillian. He was there, they ran in the same circles in London, they knew the same people, they were already being linked to each other and lets go ahead and say it... Peter does not in anyway take away from her career (which may i add is amazing right now). I mean he could even help her career wise if he wanted to. I think the gorgon (or whatever the fuck it is being called) relationship was just friendship at first. They were not together but they were not not together either they were just what they were until Italy. I think Italy was suppose to be just a nice vacation with a man Gillian was interested in but was not 100% committed to until the paps showed up and took those photos. And then the photos were allowed to be leaked by, again in my opinion, PM. I mean for fuck sake I would have doe the same think if I was him. I would want the whole world to know that Gillian Anderson is my women before she heads off to Vancouver to film, for months with a very handsome coworker she seems very happy around. A male coworker she has said she loves and is attracted to. I would want everyone to know she has something going on before with a man, that is not David Duchovny before she left. I mean it is so strange to me that in all the other pictures i have seen he does not hugs her, kissed her, even places his hands on her back while they walk but then BAM... he pulls her bathing suit down and does well whatever it was he did. It is all to weird for me to believe it was to planned. Again just my theory! I think PM is the best choice for Gillian RIGHT now but I know that Gillian loves David and always will. I know David loves Gillian and always will. I know they have remained the way they are through marriages, divorces, relationships and kids and i know what they have is not for PR, it is not fake... it is real! You can see that when you look at them together... there are just some things you cannot fake and Gillovny is one of them. I mean just read their press... they love each other! 

I just hope that whatever happened that made GA chose Peter over David was not bad enough that it cannot be reversed. I feel like no matter what happened David will always forgive/take Gillian back and i feel the same with Gillian taking/ forgiving David... i mean she has in the past. I just hope he was not hurt by this. I love Gillian and i fell like once all the this mess wares off and Peter can no longer do anything for her she will realize he is not the man she needs. But until that happened, which i really think it will (and i pray to GOD it is sooner then later because IDK how much more i can take) I will set back and hold on for this crazy roller coster i have placed myself on. I will watch old interviews and look at photoshoots (like the Mark Mann one), get geared up for season 11 which i pray is not affected by all this shit and wait for the day all this PM mess is in the past and we are all laughing saying remember when... 

This is my theory and my rant for the day... this is the reason i love all my Gillovny friends and love this community ,no family i get to sneak in on during the day and express my feeling, happy or sad.

Bye for now and remember 

“THE TRUTH IS OUT THERE”

Love you all!!