#squatchin

[madcat-world]

Squatchin (1 of 2) - Christian Bravery

[ocelotdude]

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[ebbpettier]

a set of completely normal and very romantic

CARRY ON VALENTINES

(with transparent treats to slap on top)

for your special someone, because this this is my very favorite holiday and unfortunately nobody stopped me

happy 14th! may all your chapters be 61

[nofacednerd]

in the bfu/cryptid hunting au, they actually did go on that sasquatch hunt and only SOME bad things happened. Jimmy had the time of his life and Clark had a heart attack.

[precedex-files]

Me too Mulder, me too. Except sadly it means that despite all that has happened since 2018, not much has actually changed. We still need Mulder and Scully to fight for truth and justice.

[maragarita]

I love his little stompies

[formerly-serious]

CATSQUATCH FEVER!!! Dude is still being made into stickers, but I do already have him up on Redbubble, Teepublic, and Etsy.

[unremarkablehouse]

I love how Scully calls Mulder everyday and gets upset when he doesn’t drop everything to take her call.

What? Big Foot huntin', had my phone turned off.

THE X FILES 11.04 "The Lost Art of Forehead Sweat"

[cutemothman]

The X-Files 30th Anniversary Celebration // Day 6: Favorite monster(s) of the week

CRYPTIDS

I had to get out to nature. You know, where it's simple and uncomplicated, where it's just you and the elements. And possibly a cryptozoological, simian-like hairy humanoid with enormous feet. I think you just like saying "squatchin'."

[deathsbestgirl]

the thing i love about "detour" nighttime forest scene is that it's soooooo xena warrior princess. whenever two people are resting in the woods together at night and also those two people are in love with each other i'm like ahh yes xena warrior princess. just more evidence of mulder & scully being lesbians. when scully pulled mulder into her lap i was so surprised but it also felt so right. she has the same fierce desire to protect him that xena has for gabrielle

YES I LOVE THIS COMPARISON. especially scully being in xena's role and mulder in gabrielle's 🤣 scully's fierce protectiveness of mulder is one of my favorite things. we usually see mulder's protectiveness as very bodily, literally shielding scully with his body, or he goes & does the dangerous thing convincing her to stay behind (die hand die verletzt & firewalker) and this is one of the times we see her do it. she stays up to guard him & hold him. usually it's more doctorly, or emotionally for scully. hugs, touching, actual medical treatment, standing between him & someone who means him harm.

when hacks did the hiking episode i was like yes this is just for me !!! just like mulder & scully !!! especially the incompetence — mulder goes squatchin' but of course he's the one to get injured and drag them into these situations. ava & deborah are like pathetic xena & gabrielle. ava couldn't even climb a tree 😭

[nitewrighter]

Even though he was in a hurry, Clark gave Lois a flower and remembered to kiss her on the head before leaving 😭

Saving literally everyone in Metropolis regardless of the urgency of their situation and trying to figure out what the US military wants with me without getting dissected at Area 51: 16 hours, 45 minutes

Journalism: 7 hours

Loving Tomboy GF: 15 minutes

Sleep, Squatchin' with the bestie, hobbies, reflecting upon mental health and boundaries, actually figuring out how my powers work and why I have them and where I came from: 0 minutes.

Someone who's good at time budgeting help me out, I'm having a mental breakdown and also got the shit kicked out of me despite being invulnerable.

[ebbpettier]

You might have answered this before but whose the president of the Penelope Bunce fanclub. Is it me?

unfortunately no matter how hard we try, neither of us could possibly ever hope to outrank ...

him

[nofacednerd]

For my animation class the first assignment is to draw a dc or marvel character doing a walk cycle and. Fellas. Am I mentally ill about MAWSM enough

[piglii]

pity that studio trigger left out two of Marcille’s most well known traits in the trailer... her love of squatchin’... and chuffing back a fat dart

[haleyvalentineart]

Was so excited thinking we’d get a Jimmy-centric episode and he was still thrown to the side WITH the flat out acknowledgment that they were doing so… heartbreaking. I love the relationship dynamic between Lois and Clark but this is going to be Jimmy’s villain origin story

rb to go squatchin with jimmy

[numinousmysteries]

Dancing the Tandava (3/10)

[on Ao3] @today-in-fic

Washington, D.C. 1993

It’s only a few months into her assignment on the X-Files and Scully has made it a point to arrive at the office on time. Still, her perplexing partner always manages to get there first. It’s as if he sleeps in this underground lair or he’s afraid to leave her alone in his sacred space. Neither would shock her.

She doesn’t have a handle on Mulder quite yet. His intelligence fascinates and intimidates her. Trying to keep up with his mental leaps leaves her breathless. His ideas are out there, but his hunches are correct an eerie amount of the time. The unexplainable phenomena she’s seen piques her innate curiosity even though none of it fits into her framework of the coherent, reassuringly knowable universe.

He has every right to treat her with disdain. He had her number as a spy (albeit an unwilling and increasingly disobedient one) from their first meeting, and her doubting nature and innate need to play by the book only slows him down. But he seems truly interested in her thoughts and ideas even if they don’t align with his own. She was mortified when she nearly stripped in front of him on their first case to show him the marks on her back, but he never made her feel embarrassed.

Her job is to keep tabs on him but the more cases they investigate together, the more inclined she feels to protect him and his work. Her loyalty is slowly shifting from the establishments she’s long unquestionably trusted to Mulder and his singular quest.

When she shows up this crisp November morning, he’s already at his desk thumbing through a file. He’s wearing thin, wire-framed glasses and a tie with a dizzying, Escher-esque maroon and olive pattern. She thinks he’s handsome, then pushes the thought away. Getting involved with superiors and co-workers is a habit she’s actively trying to break.

“Morning, Scully,” he says, without looking up.

“Morning,” she replies, coming to sit across from him. “Anything interesting?” She gestures to the file on the desk.

“That depends,” he says, taking off his reading glasses and making eye contact with her. This boyish smile and the gleam behind his eyes are already familiar to her. They’re signs he’s found a case that’ll likely lead them into trouble. It both scares and excites her. “How interested are you in the Fouke monster, a.k.a. the Southern Sasquatch, a.k.a. the Swamp Stalker?”

“I have to admit it’s never crossed my mind,” she says.

“Oh, Scully.” His smile widens. “You’re in for a treat.” He turns the file around so she can read it. The first thing she notices is an amateur sketch of a Bigfoot-like creature with red eyes.

“A giant, hairy creature first spotted in Fouke, Arkansas, in the mid-nineteenth century, the Fouke monster has been described as being over 10-feet tall with glowing blood-red eyes. In 1971, Bobby and Elizabeth Ford of Fouke reported that the creature had broken into their home. A neighbor actually shot at it, and supposedly made contact, but it wandered off into the night. That was the last sighting, until a week ago when a group of teenagers camping out at nearby Boggy Creek say he got into their tent and stole all of their rations, including two family-size bags of Doritos.”

“Is Doritos theft a federal crime?” she asks him with a raised eyebrow. He better have more evidence than the shaky testimony of some teenagers to go off. “Or do you just want to go Sasquatch hunting?”

“By the tone of your voice I can tell you’ve never had the pleasure of goin’ squatchin,’' he says, his hazel eyes lighting up as they meet hers. It’s almost enough to make her blush.

The shrill ringing of the phone on his desk interrupts them before she can respond.

“Mulder,” he answers. She can hear the garbled sound of a male voice on the other end of the line.

“My what?” Mulder shouts into the phone, startling her. “Who is he?...Okay, we’ll be there as soon as we can.”

He hangs up the phone and turns his attention back to her. “Change of plans,” he says. “The Fouke monster will have to wait. We’re headed to Montauk. East End of Long Island.”

While she’s partly relieved she won’t have to interview a bunch of stoned teenagers about their alleged monster sighting, the rapid shift in Mulder’s attention gives her whiplash.

“What’s in Montauk?” she asks.

“A historic lighthouse, the shark hunter who inspired Jaws, and actually decent surfing for the East Coast,” he says, grinning at her.

“And yet why do I suspect you aren’t going to ask me to pack a wetsuit?” she asks.

He gives her a shoulder shrug and a pouty lower lip. “I wouldn’t stop you.”

“Seriously, Mulder,” she says, starting to lose her patience. “Why are we going to Montauk?”

“A disoriented young man has appeared at a decommissioned army base and specifically asked to speak with us.” He’s already up out of his chair digging through a filing cabinet.

“Did he mention what he’s so desperate to talk to us about?” she asks, trying to see what files he’s gathering.

“He says he’s from the future. The year 2023 to be exact.”

Scully laughs. “Mulder, that’s ridiculous. He’s probably some UFO fanatic who wants to meet you.”

Mulder shakes his head. He’s taking this seriously. “I think you overestimate my popularity,” he says.

“What about Max Fenig? He said he’d been following your work for years and that he’s not the only one.”

“Well, no one else has ever claimed to be my son before,” Mulder says. “Or that you’re his mother.”

She’s immediately taken back. Mulder has proposed a lot of improbable theories and ideas during their partnership, but this one might be the most ludicrous. He’s already grabbing his jacket from the back of his chair but Scully raises her hand to stop him.

“Mulder, wait,” she insists. “I don’t have to tell you how ridiculous that is. While I can’t speak for you, I know I don’t have a child, and I can say with total certainty that we’ve never had one together. Besides, you said ‘young man.’ How old is he?”

“I don’t know,” Mulder responds. “The officer said early 20s. He didn’t have any identification with him.”

“We were children ourselves 20 years ago,” she says, barely resisting an eye roll. “I can all but guarantee you this is someone pulling a prank.”

“I’m inclined to agree with you,” Mulder says. “But I have a feeling we should check this out. It’s not just what he said, it’s where he turned up.”

“Montauk?” she asks, confused.

“Not just anywhere in Montauk. At Camp Hero.”

“Yes, a decommissioned army base as you said,” she repeats.

“A supposedly decommissioned army base,” he grins. “CIA operatives at Camp Hero have reportedly been using extraterrestrial technology for experiments on everything from mind control and weather manipulation to the creation of wormholes for time travel. The project allegedly shut down in the 1980s when the base closed, but I’ve heard rumors that the work never stopped.”

He flips a file open on the desk facing her. Inside is a black and white photo of a giant radar tower and a hand-drawn blueprint of a building with rooms labeled “hypnosis lab” and “carrier oscillator.”

She tilts her head at him and squints. This is a lot, even for Mulder.

“So your theory is that you and I have a son who’s traveled back in time to—what? Come say hi?” she asks.

Mulder shrugs. “You said it yourself in your thesis: ‘Although common sense may rule out the possibility of time travel, the laws of quantum physics certainly do not.’”

If she did believe in time travel, this would be the perfect moment to return to her undergraduate days and choose a new thesis topic for her future partner to one day quote back to her.

“I know what I wrote, Mulder,” she says. “But that was a theoretical argument not a practical one. I was discussing the possibility of time dilation, an expanding or contracting of relative time as it’s experienced. There’s no science or technology that would actually allow someone to move forward or backward in time.”

“No science or technology that we know of yet,” he counters. “Let’s see what our boy cooked up in 2023.”

There is always the option not to leave with him—to stay in the office and write up a report while he goes chasing what is almost certainly a dead end—but she knows she’ll never choose that door. Instead, she retrieves her coat from the hook on the back of the office door and follows her frustrating, beguiling partner.