#Mulder and scullly

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Happy birthday, X-Files! I discovered to my horror after 15 years of marriage that my husband had never seen you. I am fixing that now and we're partway into the sixth season. I'm impressed at how modern the storytelling is; clunker episodes occasionally, sure, but no dead time on the screen. Every bit of story counts.

What is emotional about rewatches is that you can see everything at once. You see their beginning in the basement office and know everything that is to come, even if they don't yet grasp the impact of that first handshake. Mulder and Scully surf a tidal wave of stories, both canon and not, rising and falling and being reborn from the sea of collective imagination over and over again.

Mulder and Scully live on the way that any of us lives on, in the stories told about us. So, as we give thanks today to CC and the boys of 1013, to David and Gillian and the rest of the cast and crew for bringing these marvelous characters to life, let's also say happy birthday XF fandom. XF is 30 today, but we keep the flame burning, and in our stories, Mulder and Scully are eternal.

[mindibindi]

[twin-azure-dragon-wave]

I started reading Claudia Gray's X-Files novel, Perihelion, and I was not expecting Avatar references, but

I love that it's canon that Mulder knows what Avatar is, which opens up the possibility that he's actually seen it. I want to believe that he has seen it. I want to believe he's seen every episode. Does he have a favorite character? (i feel like it would be sokka ngl) did he make scullly watch it with him? did he notice the parallels??? I WANT TO BELIEVE

[thursdayinspace]

I have reached "The Jersey Devil" in my rewatch, and it's a favourite because of the silliness (the drawings. I will never get over them. Mulder calling Scully to please pick him up from jail. quality televison.), but it's also such a character-building episode. For both of them. Because it's so much about their *inner* motivation and their drive.

We've seen how Mulder's past and his search for the truth have influenced his decisions and, in a way, made him who he is. But underneath all that, he is driven by genuine curiosity and a fascination for the world and how it works. He is not looking for a monster, he is looking for something really cool that absolutely fascinates him. He doesn't see a threat, he sees something unusual and beautiful. I feel like we get to see such an important side of him here. He cares. A lot. It's not the first time we see that, but it's so very obvious here. There is all that trauma and that desperate search for answers to all the awful things in life -- and yet instead of only bitterness and frustration, he still feels genuine excitement for the wonders of the world.

For Scullly we get less of an insight into what drives her and more of an insight into what doesn't. It is not a truth universally acknowlegded that a single woman in her twenties must be in want of a husband, kids, and a white picket fence. It seems frustrating that they have to go there at all, but unfortunately that is something that women are expected to want, so it's not surprising that they did address it. So anyway, her date is boring af and it makes sense that she's glad for any excuse to get the hell out of that restaurant. But, I mean. She doesn't have to go with Mulder to the Smithsonian at the end of the episode? She could have found literally anything else to do. That is not part of any case they're working on. She is simply curious too. That is her life and that is her drive too: wanting to learn about things.

And I love how it becomes clear that they share that curiosity. They approach their search for answers in different ways, but they both want to know. The puzzle isn't just part of the job, it's the reason for it too. They genuinely love solving things, figuring things out. Not for personal achievement, but for answers. They're so similar even with all their differences. That's just one more thing they share, one more connection between them. And I really, really love that.

[scullylacuna]

scullly wants to jizz all over mulder so bad but she has this stupid ass vagina

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[leiascully]

@impulsive-astrophile replied to your post “leiascully: Deepest apologies to anyone who gets spammed today by AO3...”

The tag on this post killed me instantly

Tragically the German sex club fic is my Leverage OT3, not Mulder and Scully, but there are only 77 episodes, so I’m sure you can catch up if you want to read it ;)

[incorrectxfiles]

Scully: Excuse me? I lost my friend Mulder. Can I please make an announcement?

Scully: [leans into the mic] Goodbye you little shit.

[wulfhalls]

I want to believe

[spookyscullies]

bITCH wait one motherfucking second in kill switch when mulder is under the influence of the a.i. he tells the doctors to call his doctor, dr. scully

it’s canon that scully is mulder’s primary physician thank you goodnight

[gillovny1013]

ISTG I’m going to light myself on fire. I will never understand how this didn’t lead into a kiss. We were robbed. We only have one more opportunity ever, and I feel like it’s not going to happen.

[byrnedavid]

X-Files Meme: [1/7] Scenes I think that… I don’t know, maybe they’re right. Who’s right? The FBI. Maybe what they say is true, though for all the wrong reasons. It’s the personal costs that are too high.

[jakesjohnson]

“He’s more open to extreme possibilities than-” “Than I was?”

[remadoras]

What are you doing? Going with you to the Smithsonian.

[richardwrights]

rules: tag 9 people who you want to know better/ catch up with and then answer these questions. Thank you @longwindedcurse~

three ships in any order: Hm ok let’s ruffle some feathers lmao Wrightmour, Scullly/Mulder, Wei Ying/Lan Wangji

last song: The Tide is Turning (Live) - Roger Waters

last movie: Fuck I don’t even remember uhh I think it was a bit of Rocketman that was on TV?

currently reading: I should be reading Flowers in the Attic but I’m not

currently watching: Avatar~

currently consuming: Cranberry and vodka

food i’m currently craving: Hmmm I haven’t had sushi in FAR too long

@lucifer-siam @eleventh-earl @belleeeee @othioss @dgmlive @ragingbalzac @greenteaofficial @jigsawfalls

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It’s a date

Something I blurted out for the @xfficchallenges challenge: fic is medice (3) ‘Mulder tries to convince Scully to go on a date’

It’s ringing.„Scully“.

His heart is pounding in his chest and he can hear the blood rushing through his veins. He’s done this a millions times in the last seven years…calling her, hearing her answer the phone, always a little annoyed by the vespertine disturbance.

“Hey Scully, it’s me”. This is different, this is new, this is not just a ‘let’s talk about a case, the day, literally anything…’ kind of call.

“Hey, what’s up?”. There is no real reason for him to call her on a Saturday night with no open case and no open intend to ‘hang out’ as they were doing the last few months.

“What are you doing tonight?”. He shouldn’t have led with that question…that’s the booty call question and a booty call is not what he is looking for. Damn…

“Not much, I was just doing my laundry. You wanna come over?” No, this is not the direction he was going for. “If you bring take-out and a GOOD movie, I may let you in.” He can picture her smirk over the phone. Tempting, but he is a man on a mission and not ready to abandon said mission.

“Let’s go on date!”. It’s out, he released the unthinkable proposal into the void between Alexandria and Georgetown. Silence…

“Why?”. Of course, she’s questioning him. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy, he overstepped her comfort zone, stretching the silent rules of their agreement on partnership and after-work-activities.

“Because I don’t want take-out, I want to take you out. To dinner!”. His confidence is an airplane on the verge of crashing into a mountain. He wants to knock his head on a wall, disappear, rewind to two minutes ago and stop himself from making the call. He blew it.

“Ok”. What? “That sounds nice.” Straightening himself and trying to get back on track, he clears his throat. “Cool.” Cool? What the hell? “I’ll pick you up in an hour.”

So, this is new. They’ve been eating out together a lot over the years but not like this. Not with the label of ‘date’ on it. She’s standing there for a few minutes by the phone, wondering. He wants something. Something big. Something she wouldn’t be willing to do unless he’s charming her into it. But he usually doesn’t make that big of an effort to convince her. So what is going on? She muses while taking her closet apart for something to wear. It’s a warm summer night with 80 degrees outside so she decides to wear the black dress, the one from the opening night of Wayne Federman’s insufferable movie a few weeks ago, with black heels. Maybe he is just being nice, trying to make her feel more appreciated on the path of their relationship from professional to personal. Or maybe he just wants something…

It’s knocking.

“Hi”. “Hi”. Ok, that went well. She looks amazing. And that dress…he remembers peeling that from her body only a few weeks ago. They only used the privilege of an FBI credit card for room service and the rest of the night went down in a haze of champagne and scattered clothes.

“Where are we going?”. “I made reservations in that little French place three blocks down you were talking about the other day.” He made that reservation weeks ago but didn’t have the guts to ask her out until it was nearly too late. Bold move, but he’s here now and she’s there and they are going on an actual date. “Oh, alright. I’ve always wanted to try this place.” Solid start. 

It’s agony.

They can’t seem to find themselves. The place is horribly stiff, the food is good but comes in a million small courses. It feels like time has stopped moving and not in a good way. Why can’t they lose nine minutes or even better, ninety minutes and be done with it? How could they have passed hours and hours driving in no time and not find a single thing to talk about now? She never believed this was possible but she’s having the worst date of her life…with Mulder. As the waitress asks if they wanted to have a look at the deserts, they nearly screamed “No, thank you!” in unison. Ok, at least they are on the same page. When they are finally leaving he looks nervous and sad, his eyes mirror his disappointment and unfulfilled expectations.

“Let’s walk for bit.” She cannot leave it like that, she cannot let this evening end drowned in awkwardness. After a few minutes walking side by side silently, she either has to throw herself in front of the next car passing them or…”What the fuck was that?” She used the f-word. She never uses the f-word but desperate time call for desperate measures.  He releases a breath he’s been holding for what felt like eternity. “I don’t know, Scully. But I sure as hell do not wanna do this ever again…”. “Charming”. “No, I didn’t…I mean that didn’t come out right. What I was trying to say…”. “It’s alright, Mulder. I get it.”

It’s surprising.

She just stops and points to an Irish Pub across the street. “Let’s go in, can’t be worse than the French place, right?” Oh this rare Scully smile partnered with one raised eyebrow asking ‘Are we gonna do this or what?’…he is physically and emotionally unable to resist. “You really wanna go in there?” He’s still a little startled by her course of action, he thought she just wanted to go home. Boy, was he wrong. “Listen Mulder, I’m not going home without a decent drink and a conversation that doesn’t want to make me pull my hair out.” Nice! “Come on!” She pulls him towards the tiny brown door and into the room. It’s loud, crowded and dark. They enter into the depth of people, Irish music and the smell of spilled beer and manage to secure two seats at the rear part of the bar. “How’s it goin’ there?” the barkeeper yells over the noise. “Better soon. Two Bushmills 10 years and two beers please.” “Coming up, lady.” Steve, as they will learn later, smiles and starts fixing their drinks. Alright, she is not kidding around, he thinks to himself. “So honoring your heritage tonight, are you?” She grins and picks up her whisky. “Sláinte!”

It’s fun again.

They’re talking, really talking. About anything. They tell each other stories from their past, they reminisce about old movies and tv shows, they create the perfect hangover snacks (for later use), they fight about whether female or male vampires have the best chance of survival through adaption (how they got there? No one of them would be able to recall the next day). She feels light and happy. It’s pure joy to be around him like this, no imminent danger except for maybe falling of the stool, no sad late night in a greasy diner in the middle of nowhere, no twisted case with too many lose ends, just two people having a fun night out. She missed this and she is so glad to have it with him right here in this shady old Irish pub.

A good amount of whisky and an infinite number of beers later, they sit quiet for a second as Mulder slurs: “Scully…(break for emphasis or finding words)…I’m kinda glad I didn’t go to college with you, I wouldn’t have survived.” She chuckles. “What do you think would have happened if we never met?” “You would probably be dead by now anyway, Mulder.” She giggles as he’s making a face. “And I would have a lot less irritating memories to process…and a lot less good ones to remember.” She’s is genuinely glad they met each other and she wants him to know.

“Guys, I’m really glad you two met too because you are adorable but I’m afraid I’m gonna have to close down now. Sorry.” She pouts as she’s turning to face the barkeeper. “Steve, you’re breaking my heart. What time is it?” “It’s two ma’am.” “Oh fuck, you’re so right to throw us out, Steve!”

She hops down her stool in a less than graceful way and feels her legs wobble underneath her as they are finding their way out of the bar.

It’s home.

Walking a few steps, she knows she’s not going to and does not want to make it home in those heels. She peels her shoes off her feet and nearly throws them at him. “Here, hold that for me.” As she walks on barefoot he stands there for a second, mumbling a confused “ok…” into the night.

Their walk home, it’s really only a few blocks, takes forever since they are slow as hell, stopping to laugh or to argue. At about half of the way she stops a group of young man and asks for a cigarette. He watches her smoke with pleasure. “Uh Scullly, I didn’t know you still smoked.” “I don’t! Just once in a decade…” That’s a lie but who cares…

Their journey ends in front of her building. “Thank you, Mulder.” She takes his face into her hands and kisses him.