X-files s03e02: Paperclip

I had a lot of spare blue ink to use

This Is What I Like

Fluffuary day 18: Cooking Together

Once again set in the revival

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When he wakes, it’s dark outside. Scully is still beside him, asleep. Somehow, they’ve ended up horizontal on the couch. A win for their necks and backs. It’s been a very long twenty-four hours, and he knows they will be sore from all the running. Careful not to wake her, he reaches for his phone and sees it’s 2 a.m. They slept through the entire day.

Fuck.

The house is still a mess. There’s broken glass, overturned bits and pieces, and more lingering evidence of their run-in with the Russians yesterday. Their lives are still crazy after all these years, just a different flavor of insanity. Scully moves against him, stretching and sighing. A clear sign she’s waking up.

we're at the stage of the obsession where I attempt art apparently

it's so insidious that there's an x-files episode about scully sneaking around double agent style wearing a wire just for mulder and I can't even enjoy it because of the horrors

TXF spoilers, I guess?

In keeping with @pearlofthewoods and @shakespearean-fish 's incredible devastating Mulder-trauma takes recently, I just had this horrifying thought:

If the Mulders chose for Samantha to be taken rather than Fox, then that means they knew it was going to happen. And they likely knew when it was going to happen.

Which means that they went to the Galbrands in order to not be there when she was taken, and left Fox, their 12yo son, there alone with their daughter, knowing what he was going to experience.

fic: it's messy, but it's home

She’s not quite sure how it started, or why. But somehow, over the past few months, it has become a regular thing, a family activity. She doesn’t think that baking is meant to be a fun-for-the-whole-family kind of thing, but they make it work, they’ve actually become quite good at it. And with the enthusiasm that William brings to the task, it’s easier if her and Mulder both help out. Also, William insists. And it’s fun. Even though the cleaning up takes twice as long as it takes to actually make a cake.

when boy bands sing a love song addressed to the listener does that imply all 5-10 of them are in love with you at once. that seems like a lot of pressure i don't know if i want to be the nucleus of the boyband polycule.

they think your vibes are rancid

fic: starry night

“Scully,” he says, leaning through the open door into the house, waiting until she looks up from her book. “Come here. Look at this.”

“What?” She turns on the couch, book lowered to her lap. “What is it?”

“Just come. Look.”

The air is crisp and it’s completely dark, and she hesitates a long moment before she gets up, walks over to him with a skeptical look on her face.

“It’s not a UFO, I promise,” he says, and succeeds in making her laugh. God, he’s missed her laugh.

She slips her feet into a pair of shoes by the door before she takes his hand, let’s him pull her with him out onto the porch and into the soft darkness of the night. He turned off the porch light and guides her slowly all the way across to the railing as her eyes adjust to the lack of light from her reading lamp.

She leans her side against his and sighs. “What are we doing out here, Mulder?”

rb to tell prev they're being so brave right now and pat their head a little please

I finished my x-files script collection

After 10 years, and hundreds, maybe thousands of dollars, I've completed the collection of every season and movie.

Yeah, there's one or two script variations outstanding but according to the internet (!🤣) I have the largest collection available.

It's been my pleasure to share snippets with you over the years and preserve TV history.

It's Just a Little Crush

Fluffuary day 17: Highschool/College AU alternative prompt: Crush

This is revival fluff!

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They’re on their way home from the Poundstone case, but work feels impossibly distant when Scully can still feel Mulder on her skin. There was no time to take a shower this morning, having slept late. It’s a wonder they got any sleep at all, given how insatiable they were. Scully squirms in the passenger seat, her underwear uncomfortable. She might still not be satiated.

Before last night, her last non–self-induced orgasm lay so far in the past that she couldn’t even remember it. While separated from Mulder, she went on exactly two dates, and neither ended with any form of intimacy or even interest in it. Every time had felt like betraying Mulder. He was – and is – the man she wants.

And, she fears, she wants him again. Right now. She dares to glance to the side, catch his profile. She knows him long enough, has seen his face a million times, and can detect the smallest hint of a smile. He is proud of himself. He should be after his performance on that pull-out couch last night. Not that she ever had any complaints in that department.

“I can see you watching me,” Mulder says, keeping his eyes on the road.

My latest light up shadow box is a little spooky, wouldn’t you say?

how to say "I love you" in x-files [394/?] ⤷ 8.14 — “This Is Not Happening”