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I'M NOT CRAZY THEN. I was watching the broader Revival and My Struggles in particular and thought: Mulder has very little agency but Scully has no characterization. It's so... interesting. Because I've labored under the thought that Scully was stripped of her agency and Mulder was given all of it... and yet, no, it's the reverse. Mulder is more himself in most moments than Scully (especially CC episodes) but Scully is more active in the Struggle episodes even though she gets lesser screen time.
It's almost like... CC saw Mulder as a time waster, and used him a lot to deviate from the plot. Scully always forwarded it in some way and therefore had lesser screen time. Which is such lazy writing and it seems to hold true for all CC's episodes except maybe MSI. There, at least, Mulder was an active participant (even though Scully brings the case to him, he chooses to pursue it.)
As a side note: MSII and MSIII are "through the looking glass" episodes: completely contradictory, from completely opposite angles. The pivot is so pronounced it's a little staggering.
I will say: EWW completely with CSM's addiction to Scully. And EWW to rewriting En Ami. But strangely... there isn't any current-day damage to Scully's agency-- she's just so lazily written (back to this XDDD) that she seems chaotic, unhinged, and rudderless. She becomes pregnant in MSIV but outside of the Consortium's tampering (if one wants-- for whatever reason-- to take CSM's word as law.) It's so... strange.
It's making clearer sense why CC resents the fans so much: it seems, from his perspective, like he went out of his way to give Scully the spotlight-- MSII-- then got backlash. And he gave fans more romantic moments in S11 but that didn't stop them from criticizing MSIV and the miraculous pregnancy. But instead of thinking, "huh, why did they get so mad at my writing?" he chalks it up to us not getting "the vision."
After I finish MSIV, I need to go through and mark each time Scully or Mulder made an active choice in the Revival series and which time they seemed muted or character-less. I'm sure there is nuance to that discussion, but I'm also pretty sure the damage will be equally 50/50. That... will be interesting.
Well, she doesn't have that much agency, does she? Or maybe I'm just thinking ahead and of My Struggle IV. She's on screen for two minutes. I wish I was exaggerating that but I'm pretty sure someone counted and it was like 4 minutes tops, if that.
She's active in MS2 - which makes sense cause that's "her" episode. In reality, though, she isn't actually active cause it's just a vision she has. It's not even real. I've already forgotten all of MS1 but I feel like everyone had some kind of monologue and she was mostly just sitting around. Sorry. As much as I dislike CC episodes, his revival episodes are ten times worse.
In MS3, she doesn't get to do anything either. She's comatose in the hospital for most of the episode. When she wakes, she's like "we need William". It's not about her; it's about William and Mulder. My Struggle 4 is way worse in that regard.
But yes, it's written lazily. I'm not even sure if it's lazy or just plain bad. I mean maybe he really thought this was great. Oh, I don't think he took it all back in MS3 because he got backlash. He knew what he was doing in MS2. There's a scene where the camera pans in on her face and on her eye. That's when the vision starts. What he did in MS3 had nothing to do with how MS2 was received.
What romantic moments did he give Mulder and Scully? Plus One? He alluded at them having sex - we don't even get a single kiss - so that he can have his big pregnancy reveal in MS4. God forbid they have sex just because they want to have sex. According to him, they had sex twice, both times resulting in pregnancy.
CC is always so mad we don't get his "vision". Sorry for being so anti, but the more I rewatch, the angrier I get with his writing choices and his reluctance to listen and maybe reconsider a few things.
The non-CC episodes are much better in that regard! They have more character and are more actively involved - at least to me. The revival isn't all bad. The CC episodes, though... I cannot with them anymore.
#lovely asks#i get so angry sorry :D#cc has that effect on me#the revival is so jumbled#we could have had it all#anyway the revival does have good moments#even if the episodes don't really fit together
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SOLLUX: ii dont know iif ii 2hould play omorii or miinecraft
GAMZEE: ...dIdNt oMoCaT dO sOmE wEiRd MoThErFuCkiNg ShIt?
SOLLUX: yea.. but look you liike MSII, you 2houldn't talk dude
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SOLLUX: okay. ii 2houldn't either ii liike them too... but you get my poiint
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SOLLUX: 2hut up
day 55
im so sad there isnt a yellow text
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Vanquish by Wisdom Hellish Wiles (5/9)
Started this 6 years ago after first seeing the trailer for season 11. Takes place immediately after MSII and ignores all of S11. On AO3 Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4
@today-in-fic
East. William had to head east. He didn’t know exactly where, but he felt the direction tugging at him like the needle on a compass. After examining the bus schedule at the small station in town and counting up the cash and change in his wallet, he decided to take a local bus to Casper and then transfer to the Greyhound headed to St. Louis. He technically only had enough money for a ticket to Omaha, but that still left him with nearly 10 hours of time to think.
The local bus to Casper was nearly empty. William didn’t make eye contact with the driver, but the older man didn’t seem to care or even notice that a teenager was boarding alone in the middle of a school day. The driver pulled the door close and started driving away from the station before William even had a chance to sit down.
He chose a seat toward the back and leaned his head against the cool glass of the window. Think . He commanded his brain to summon up something, anything, that could give him a clue how to find his parents but he didn’t see anything. Thoughts were racing through his mind so quickly that it almost seemed like he wasn’t thinking at all. He struggled to picture the red-haired woman he knew to be his mother, or the man on the beach, but their faces were blurred and distorted in his mind’s eye.
As the bus pulled up to the next stop he considered getting off and turning around. Maybe this was a mistake and he should have gone with Monica. At least she had a plan and he could learn more before deciding if he wanted to be a part of it. But then he remembered looking into the eyes of the man on the beach, the man he knows is his father, and he felt more determined than ever that he had to find his parents.
Oddly, two men in suits and sunglasses board the bus at the next stop. William looks up nervously from his seat in the back and see them approach the driver. He looks down at his lap to try to seem inconspicuous.
“We have to hold you here for a moment. We’re doing a sweep for illegal border crossers,” said one of the suited men.
Border crossers? In Wyoming? William frowned to himself. That didn't make any sense.
“Do what you gotta do,” said the driver, clearly apathetic to whatever was going on.
The men started making their way down the aisle giving cursory glances to the handful of other passengers. William kept staring at his hands on his lap hoping to avoid their attention.
“Son,” the first man said as he approached William. He has a square jaw, buzzed short hair and was still wearing his sunglasses with mirrored lenses. “Do you have any identification?”
“Um, I have my learner’s permit?” William said hesitantly but made no move to retrieve it from his backpack.
“William, you’re going to have to come with us,” said the second man, impatiently.
“How do you know my name?” William felt his heart racing and he clutched his backpack closer to his chest as if it had any power to protect him.
“We don’t have time for this, William.” It was the second man again. He was taller than his companion and with slightly longer hair but the same suit and sunglasses. “It’s in your best interest to come with us.”
William didn’t budge. He froze in place staring straight ahead at the seat in front of him when he felt hands on his arms pulling him up out of the seat. The first man lifted him up by the sleeves of his sweatshirts and dragged him up the aisle.
“Help!” William cried out, but the handful of other passengers avoided his eyes and the bus driver only gave him a shrug before the men pushed him down the stairs.
The driver closed the bus door behind him and started driving away.
“What’s going on?” William felt his heart racing. The plan to work with Monica and his grandfather had all seemed manageable when he was sitting in her office discussing it, but this reality felt new and scary.
"Your grandfather was very upset you didn’t show up to meet him today,” said the shorter man. “He sent us to come get you.”
“But how did you find me?”
The two men grinned at each other and William’s eyes flitted between them.
“You think a powerful man like your grandfather doesn’t have eyes everywhere?” said the taller man. “Now come on, they’re expecting you.”
The two men grabbed William from either side and shoved him toward a black sedan waiting in the bust stop parking lot. He looked around to see if there was anyone he could cry out to for help, but the rest of the lot was abandoned. He ducked his head as the shorter man pushed him into the backseat while the taller man got into the driver’s seat. As the driver sat down his jacket opened up and William could see a holstered gun in his belt.
He swallowed hard. This was really happening. Two armed men had kidnapped him and were taking him to meet his supposed grandfather so he could help him survive an alien invasion. If he weren’t so terrified in the moment he would have laughed because it all sounded so insane. Instead, he stared out the window as the car pulled out of the parking lot and onto the highway.
They drove in silence for more than an hour, headed east on Route 26 with nothing to see but empty fields and blue skies.
“No gas stations in this state?” The driver said as he turned to the shorter man in the passenger seat.
Not much of anything here , William wanted to respond but was still too paralyzed by terror to speak.
“Might have to turn off the highway,” said the shorter man.
“No!” William called out from the backseat. “There’s a big service station in a few miles. I’ve been down this way with my parents before. I think so, anyway.”
“Want to be more specific?” asked the driver.
“Um, I don’t remember. But it’s coming up. Don’t get off the highway,” William said. He was only vaguely confident in this. He knew that he’d driven on this road with his parents before and there were gas stations sparsely spread out. He also knew he’d have a better chance of finding someone who could help him at a busy highway rest stop rather than a single-pump gas station in a rural Wyoming town.
“He doesn’t remember,” said the shorter man with a chuckle. “Kid’s supposed to be the savior of all mankind and he can’t give us solid directions.”
“Well, we’ll take your word for it, kid,” said the driver. “Not like we have any better ideas.”
William held his breath as the miles ticked by until finally he saw a large service station with a rest stop on the horizon.
“There you go,” said the driver who spotted it nearly at the same time. “Maybe he’s psychic after all.”
They pulled up to a pump at the gas station and the driver got out to fill up the car.
“Can I, um, go to the bathroom?”William asked.
The shorter man in the passenger seat sighed and then said, “Fine, but I’m coming with you. And don’t try anything stupid.”
The rest stop wasn’t extensive, just a small coffee shop and a single-person bathroom. The shorter man peeked into the bathroom first and then, after finding no windows or other means of escape, pushed William inside.
“Be quick,” he said. “I’ll be right outside.”
William walked in, locked the door behind him, and tried to come up with a plan.
Growing up, his ability to see what others were thinking or subtly move objects with his mind would come and go. His “therapy” with Monica was all about learning to focus his power by tuning out all external stimuli. She also helped him unlock a new skill—how to subtly shift other people’s perception and create a new reality. He could use it to make himself appear to be someone else or even make himself, in the eyes of others at least, invisible.
He still hadn’t quite mastered this newest ability, but If there were a time he needed to do it, it was now. Like water , he reminded himself, flow like water . Monica had a hippy-dippy way of speaking that could make him laugh but some of her sayings stuck with him. He took a deep inhale and closed his eyes, imagining the atoms of his physical body shifting into a fluid state.
Then he opened the bathroom door. He stared straight at the shorter man sent to guard him but there was no look of recognition. Instead, the man looked puzzled. He swiveled his head from side to side, searching.
It worked, William thought to himself. He wasn’t sure how long he could make this last so he took advantage of the moment and sprinted through the rest stop and back out into the parking lot. The driver was still filling up the car and didn’t even look up when the door to the service station swung open.
He reached into his pocket for his phone but then realized contacting his family or anyone else could potentially put them in danger. There was also the chance he was being tracked by his phone. With that thought, he took the phone out of his pocket and tossed it across the lot. The sound of it hitting the pavement caught the attention of the driver at the car and he looked up but didn’t register William.
The lot was sparsely populated and William evaluated his options. Two semi trucks were parked around the other side of the building. He ducked in between them and concentrated on reorienting himself to sensory details, the feeling of the wind on his skin, the smell of gasoline from the pumps, just like Monica had taught him, to bring himself back into his own body.
“You lost?” he heard a voice and nearly jumped in shock. William spun around and saw a truck driver peering at him from the window in the cab.
“I- I was on a field trip….with my school and I think the bus left without me,” he said.
“Anyone you can call?” asked the driver.
“I don’t have my phone.”
“Well, do you know where they were headed?”
“Um, South Carolina?” William heard the words as if someone else was speaking them. Where did that come from? he wondered.
“Damn.” The driver whistled. “That’s a long drive. Well, I can take you as far as Chicago if that helps.”
“That’d be a huge help, thanks, sir,” he said.
“No problem. Hop in.”
William climbed up to the passenger side of the cab.
“I’m Jake by the way,” said the driver.
“William,” he said.
Jake started up the engine and turned the truck toward the highway. William glanced back at the parking lot and saw the two men who’d taken him from the bus standing in front of their car arguing. Neither paid any attention to the semi-truck driving away.
William tried focusing on the images in his mind of his birth mother. He didn’t know why, but he felt confident that he had to find her—and his biological father—to learn the truth.
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✖️ 10x06 My Struggle II
The one where... Scully tries to use her alien DNA to save everyone - and especially Mulder - from the apocalypse plague.
Tagline: This is the End
Best: I’ve honestly got nothing.
Worst: This entire episode. But if I have to pick just one thing… Why would you keep Mulder and Scully apart for the entire episode?? In the season - at that point the expected series - finale?!! Whhhhyyyyyyy!!??!?! I truly don’t understand why CC thought we wanted to spend an hour being ranted at about chemtrails rather than see these two characters iconic for their chemistry as partners - brought back for a highly anticipated six part LIMITED series - on screen together. And how everyone else working on this show let this happen.
❌ Flashlights
❌ Woods/Desert
❌ Slideshow
❌ Autopsy
❌ Evidence Disappears
❌ Scully Misses It
✔️ Mulder Ditch
❌ Sunflower Seeds
✔️ Voiceover: Scully opening VO
✔️ Catch Phrase: CSM (IWTB)
✔️ Scully is a (Medical) Doctor
❌ Mulder is Spooky
❌ Scuuullllaaaaayy! Muullllderrrr!
❌ Fox/Dana
❌ Inappropriate Touching (that I am here for)
❌ Casual Scully
✔️ Casual Mulder
❌ Trench Coats
❌ Bad Tie Watch
❌ Glasses Watch
✔️ Taking! It! Personally!: Scully
50 States: South Carolina x2 & DC x105 (44/50)
Investigate: Apart
Solve Rate: 67%
✔️ Bechdel Test: Look, I never said passing the Bechdel Test would make it a good episode of television
MSR: 🐝🐝
Goriness: 👽👽
Creepiness: 👽👽
Humor: 👽
Rewatch Thoughts:
William check-in: The cliffhanger is ridiculous - and as we later found out would get completely wiped away - but when this originally aired I was at least intrigued by the idea that another season would entail finding William to save Mulder - those are some good stakes at least.
Break-up check-in: Doesn’t matter, there are only 2 minutes left in the episode when they finally appear on screen together 🤪
Oh great, the slap photos down on the table and recap the series opener is back 🙄 - Scully’s version this time. If they’re going to do this at least set it to music and make me FEEL something about these flashbacks like in the 9x06 Trust No 1 opener!
I think this is the first time I’ve rewatched this since finding out in the season 11 opener that this is all William’s vision (or whatever)… So is Scully walking into the office at the beginning “real” and that first flash of her eye the vision starting? That eye moment would indicate that CC knew the whole time that it was a vision and that he wasn’t really going to go through with the apocalypse… When watching originally I assumed that he created a cliffhanger for the purposes of getting picked up for another season and then when it did get picked up he came up with the vision as a way of getting out of it and back to the status quo - but somehow it makes me madder that he NEVER intended to give us a satisfying ending to this cliffhanger and follow through on the consequences of the start of the apocalypse!!
Science fiction or science fact 🙄
Tad O’Malley says the events of the first episode happened 6 weeks ago so there’s that marker of time at least
Ugh Agent Einstein is back - and is somehow one of the better parts of this episode, which tells you how bad the rest of it is
Scully calls the nurse Nurse again 🙄
Oh god, the Mulder driving scenes, I’m having flashbacks to the season 11 opener, I forgot about these 😫
Oh hey, she does know the nurse’s name - it’s Sandeep
Scully: It makes no sense. Truer words…
The character assassination of Monica Reyes is infuriating. I just… the minute it leaves the screen I’m like that never happened and I forget it completely. It makes no sense.
Look, this is a show with aliens who have magic healing powers, we’ll buy plenty of nonsense. So if they HAD to bring back CSM after he BLEW UP why not just hand wave it away with an alien healing him?? Going into the details of reconstructive surgery when - once again, we saw his FACE EXPLODE - just draws attention to the ridiculousness of bringing this obsolete character back.
I really don’t like the choppy way this fight between Mulder and the guy sent by CSM is filmed - I blame The Bourne Identity. I miss the original series fighting where it actually felt like real people awkward knocking each other over. Mulder spent his time in isolation learning how to fight I guess.
CSM is justifying everything he’s done because of… climate change? OMFG
I mean I kinda get the original series Syndicate’s plotting to save themselves from an alien invasion they couldn’t stop but what is the point of a self-created apocalypse? 🧐
Great, stoking fears of vaccines, not a good look show!
I mean, our pandemic showed us that vaccines can be pretty developed quickly… but sure, Scully is going to create a cure within a few hours all alone based on one vial of her blood and produce enough of this cure to stop a global pandemic, right.
Once again I will reiterate that I don’t think the word vaccine means what the show thinks it means.
So Mulder’s too sick for Scully’s magic alien dna cure - which she hasn’t even tried on him yet - but will somehow survive until they find their missing son and get stem cells out of him? It’s almost like CC knew he wouldn’t have to follow through on this plot…
At least when this originally aired we thought this might go someplace. Of course we also thought the show might just end up ending with Mulder dying on a bridge as Scully doesn’t even try giving him her hours old untested alien dna cure…
I think rewatching the revival has broken me. This episode is so bad guys 😂
I can’t believe there are two more My Struggles to go 🤪
#xf rewatch#xf fanart#msr#my struggle ii#msii#the x files#the xfiles#thexfiles#xf#txf#xf mytharc#i want to believe#truth is out there#xf review#10x06#revival
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so like i found another reference to the fact that scully is immortal here me out and also answer this for me
in Tithonus when the guy who takes the pictures was explaining to Scully why he never died, he says that it’s because someone else took his place. He was supposed to die but someone else died for him. He says this is why he got left behind and death never came for him.
Well...then a few minutes later, Scully is shot and she is supposed to die but he takes her place. So does this mean that death will never come for Scully because the Fenig took her place???
When Scully asks Clyde Bruckman how she dies, he says, “you don’t”
and then there is the whole immortality thing in season 10 when she in immune to the epidemic and her and William’s alien DNA is the only thing that will save the world sooooooo....... they seem like two totally different types of immortalities?
im conflicted? but i also think this is a really cool fact if its true...what are your thoughts?
#Tithonus#season 6#the x files#txf#scully#dana scully#clyde bruckman's final repose#clyde bruckman#text#season 10#my struggle#my struggle ii#my struggle 2#msii#dks#dana katherine scully#xf spoilers
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“ Diastole. The silence between the dub and the lub. Over the past twelve months, I had learned to map and describe the various murmurs in that space. I had memorized the valve disorders associated with them. I had heard diastole, the time when the ventricles are filled with blood, on recordings, on a simulation dummy, and on myself. However, I had never appreciated it on a patient. That little space — which had always been overshadowed in my ear by the cacophony of my internal dialogue, along with a sprinkling of crepitus from my shaking fingers — now shined through with a brilliant clarity.
Never in my life had a silence been so moving.
“Ms. C, everything sounds completely normal. But is it alright with you if I listen just a little longer?”
Ms. C smiled and nodded. “Of course,” she said. “You’re learning.”
A story of personal growth, by Christopher Arthur at Emory University School of Medicine.
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