#chilmark

[theirmarks]

The mark of Abigail Wamposh

Also spelled Abigail Wampos or Wompas. Wampanoag. Her homelands at Nashawahkamuk or so-called “Chilmark, Massachusetts,” on the island of Noepe, or so-called “Martha’s Vineyard.”

In 1729, Abigail was forcibly removed from her homelands and trafficked, in chains, to Newport, Rhode Island, where she was sold into servitude. Her mark appears here on her indenture to Thomas Coddington.

Signed with Abigail’s mark on August 30, 1729. Seen at the John Carter Brown Library.

[daysinayear2015]

Day 231: August 20, 2023

Our best attempt at a cousin group portrait. Chilmark, MA.

[moltengarnet]

Backstage while Ultra-Lite opened for Chilmark in Woods Hole, MA (2023)

[phannibal]

the world is against me i’m in such a good position to visit martha’s vineyard but the stupid ferries only run in the summerrrr

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s6 episode 5 "dreamland, part 2" thoughts

we are BACK tonight to see how scully can save the day, as mulder is still stuck in another guy’s body!!! which is deeply stressful for everyone involved, myself included.

i hope that whatever it is you have to do to fix this problem, it isn’t too painful.

if anyone can figure out how to solve a time warp, it’s gonna be scully, so he should be in good hands. idgaf about morris though. after he gets back into his own body, perhaps we should consider tarring and feathering him.

post-episode thoughts: the ending of this episode raises a great question- if my forgiveness of mulder was based on him atoning for his crimes, where does that leave us now? much to ponder...

and will how will his apartment look the next time we see it?!

back to the recap of last episode. we begin with the scene of him yelling and screaming that morris isn’t him!!

ooo! we get to see mulder’s info in the x files!!!

he was born in chilmark, and his mother’s name is “teena kuipers”. huh; when his mother’s name was mentioned in kitsunegari, the subtitles had it spelled as “tina”. this is interesting, but probably means nothing. quick question: which way do the fans spell it? i need to not make a fool of myself

he lives in virginia!!! in alexandria!! i don’t know where that is, so that doesn’t really mean anything anyway. 

he was born on october 13th, which i find a very appropriately spooky day.

oh, we also see that kersh’s first name is alvin. that is interesting. and he’s on general assignment. 

morris is narrating: “once upon a time, there was a man with the improbable name of fox mulder” yeah <3

NOOO, you leave samantha out of this you morris son of a bitch!!

is this actually supposed to be canon home video footage of mulder playing with samantha, pretending to be spock as a kid??? oh. that’s… adorable. aww. oh. baby mulder... my heart.

morris is talking about mulder's hard work that doesn’t make up for his sister, and we see all these awards in his apartment!! an award for public service from the justice department, and another one for outstanding service with the FBI.

but morris plans to turn mulder’s life around…….

i need to spray this man with a water bottle AT BEST. pepper spray more realistically, though.

wait, it looked like morris was lurking about the basement office. but i thought the basement office was spender’s now!!! all of the papers and newspaper clippings had been taken down! we saw the office in episode 3, and it had spender’s stuff in there instead- definitely not any of mulder’s awards or his diploma or anything! unless he moved all the stuff into his apartment? but how could he have moved it into his apartment if all that stuff was in his office when it was set on fire and presumably went down with the x files?!

hmm. well. anyway.

intro time 

maybe they just permanently trimmed down the intro. still feels wrong.

mulder-as-morris is still screaming as he is being taken away. i’ve always loved how he screams “scully” with reckless abandon, like some sort of coyote. it’s good stuff.

scully is deeply suspicious. and morris-as-mulder calls her “dana” again, which remains diabolical. 

mulder-as-morris is being brought to a jail cell! who is in here with him?! ohhh, it’s captain mcdonough in the body of mrs. chee! mulder obviously doesn’t know what is going on, and pisses the captain off by calling him “ma’am”. poor guy. can’t catch a break. he just wanted to make sure his prison partner who outwardly LOOKS like an elderly woman was okay :(

morris-as-mulder is back to playing virtual golf on the clock. DISGUSTING! i actually support playing video games on the computer, just not on the taxpayer's dime when there are alien crimes that need to be solved.

kersh told scully that she was "willful" and "not a team player", and now she is being suspended for two weeks without pay!! nooo!! well, at least she can get away from this morris freak. she packs up all her stuff to get out of there.

NOOOO... morris-as-mulder calls her “dana” again, and asks if a home-cooked meal at his place would ease the pain of suspension… she smiles, and hopefully this is not an agreement. we all know mulder cannot cook! at least, i don’t THINK he can. maybe he learned some relevant life skills in between seasons or when the camera wasn't rolling.

back at the jail cell, captain mcdonough is trying to explain what happened to land him in this new body, which leads to this amazing mulder line: “hey, grandma top gun, will you shut the hell up?!”

mulder-as-morris is then summoned before general wegman. they want to know why he gave the FBI false info. ohhh, he is improv-ing!!! and doing quite a good job at it!!!! he convinces them he has the real flight data recorder and will bring it back, and he approached scully to try and figure out who the snitch from inside area 51 was. you can achieve so much by saying things confidently.

oooooo, the other guy got in biiiiig trouble!

morris-as-mulder is arriving at mulder’s apartment with groceries and “mood lighting for the bedroom” (GAG!) i hope scully has him at gunpoint in there…

LMAO, he is surprised to learn that there is, in fact, no bedroom. you know what? in this situation, that is probably a good thing.

he finds a closet with lots of magazines shoved in it, at least some of them pornographic, and a singular bowling pin?? wow. morris-as-mulder proclaims that mulder hasn’t been laid in 10 years. ace icon.

(the bowling pin is still sending me)

oh no, mulder-as-morris is returning to his “wife” with all of his stuff still tossed on the curb!! she still thinks he was cheating on her with scully!!!

outside, someone is sneaking up on him in some generic-looking car…

he tries to compliment his “daughter’s” nose ring, for SOME REASON thinking it is a good idea to poke her fresh new piercing, and she hits him with the “as if!” <- LMAOOO oh god. he is truly being tested.

and the son says mom is taking out a restraining order on him. well. i guess that solves the problem of dealing with his "children". 

NOOOO, HIS NOT-REALLY-WIFE CALLS HER “SPECIAL TRAMP DANA SCULLY” <- THAT IS EVIL!!!!! do not bully her 😟 but yes i did laugh <3

he’s trying to explain that he is actually a guy named mulder and he has no idea who she is, but she writes it off as a midlife crisis.

and when he points out that people outside the window are watching him, she says he needs to accept who he is, however repulsive that may be. well. this does not help.

oh no, scully is rolling up to mulder’s place!!! but of course, it is truly morris in there!! and she’s getting shown around the brand new space. oh, he is far too touchy with her. BUT he did get mulder a bed. which could be seen as an improvement. 

he leads her to the bed. and she’s laying on it…. and it’s vibrating?? or something??? hey guys. is this the magic fingers from bad blood all over again.

he comes back with champagne… oh god, he’s singing about getting it on…. we need to put this man DOWN.

“you know what would really be fun?” (she pulls out handcuffs) “oh yeah” <- oh lord. i know she’s cooking up a scheme. 

LMAOOO SHE GETS HIM TO HANDCUFF HIMSELF RIGHT TO THE BED AND PULLS OUT HER GUN I’M HOWLINGGGG

and he does it fully clothed, too. i wonder what his plan was...

“you’re not mulder” “what? baby-“ “baby me and you’ll be peeing from a catheter” <- LMAOOOOOOOOOO i’ve seen that line in screenshots before and now i know the context 

god, he really fell for that. terrible! no brains on this fellow!!

okay, but now i want to know what REAL mulder is going to do with this huge, fancy bed in his apartment. 

i love when scully pulls out her gun!! it makes me clap my hands with glee!

morris-as-mulder says that he considers this a gift from god. he doesn’t want to go back to his wife and kids and job. and scully says she’ll shoot him, “baby”. which is a level of pettiness i admire.

GOD, he changed the message on mulder's phone to say he’s entertaining a very special guess… we need to spray this man with pesticides. but the mysterious area 51 source called!!

mulder-as-morris is sitting by the window, watching the people outside watch him. LMAO, he convinces his "wife" to take him somewhere. oooo, where will they go....?

scully has driven morris-as-mulder down to nevada to meet with the source!! she threatens to shoot him again. and just know that her aim is GOOD, bitch.

mulder-as-morris is here, too!! but morris is meeting with the source (who happens to be general wegman, but i was mostly too distracted by his buffalo bills hat to realize it was a character we had seen before). obviously, due to being morris, he is being an idiot and loudly saying “you’re the guy that took down a UFO?” yeah. wow. how has he made it this far in life? good lord. stop acting so ridiculous with another guy's face on.

mulder-as-morris sneaks out to find scully!!! a reunion!!! i want tears.

but oh nooooo…. his "wife" finds him in the car with her!!!!

morris-as-mulder walks out with the thing he came for from the source, but not before seeing his crying wife. and he dips.

damn. i genuinely thought he was going to feel bad and comfort her there. i guess not.

and poor mulder gets a drink thrown on him by her. they are both suffering in unique ways.

oh shit!!! mulder-as-morris runs into morris-as-him in the bathroom. and they’re both hiding!!!

scully came inside looking for them…. oh shit, the source was general wegman?? OHHH, they did a bait and switch!!! scully took the flight data recorder from the big bag, and mulder is simply holding lots of beer!!!!

OH MY GOD, jump to the lone gunmen??? frohike is cooking for them!!! and he has an apron and a bandana, LMAOOOOO. but domestic bliss is over, because scully is here to interrupt!!! with morris-as-mulder. he’s wandering around their studio as scully asks them to figure out wtf the flight data recorder says.

scully tries and explains that this is not mulder in the room with them. 

MORRIS KNOWS WHO THE LONE GUNMEN ARE???? he says that they believe all the stuff his people make up!! “there is no saddam hussein” <- LMAO??? he’s just some random guy?? wow. wildest in-universe reveal yet.

(fascinating implications for the lone gunmen's journalistic abilities after morris claimed that the stories they pick up are the ones men like him spread. makes you wonder how much of what they are publishing is legit, how much is propaganda, and how much are weird tabloid and internet stories of bat boys and the like. or perhaps that was just a silly throwaway line from morris, and there is no real meaning behind it at all. hmm....)

frohike nearly throws hands, but scully pulls him back. i would have supported violence, but we must not injure mulder's body so that when his spirit is returned to it, it will be a smooth transition.

back in nevada, mulder-as-morris is here with general wegman. and he knows that he is really mulder!!! but sadly, real morris also knows that wegman is the snitch who reached out to him. he sabotaged the craft so that mulder could see it and so he could ask if aliens are real. ohhh…. this makes me sad. they could have queened out together in another lifetime. hopefully wegman can flee to somewhere safe.

the gunmen crack the code in the flight data recorder!! it’s regular flight data with some extra stuff. morris-as-mulder is once again picking a fight with frohike, but how do we get their bodies back?!

abrupt jump. why are these people kissing out in area 51? i don’t want to see all that. oh no. are they going to get body swapped, too???

NO!!! they got melted together!!!!!

well. um. okay.

mulder-as-morris is waiting somewhere. scully is here!!! and so is real morris!!!! 

oh no... another mulder and scully reunion, but this time it seems sad: “you don’t look too happy. don’t tell me i’m going to have to put two kids through school” “that is you in there mulder, isn’t it?” <- OHHH NOOO…. how are they going to fix this???? just stand out in the desert for a bit until the thing comes back!!!

she can barely look at him as she tells him she doesn’t know what to do, because the schedule of the time warp is so random. 

and back in DC, morris-as-mulder has become kersh’s new golden boy; “that son of a bitch confesses to kersh even more than i do to my priest” 

a little gallows humor. because scully is out of the bureau!!! she was relieved from her position!! WHAT!!!

“no. you can explain it to them like you explained it to me. you have the data. you can make them understand. you can get your job back” <- OHHH, he is so convinced that they’ll believe her….. even if it seems ludicrous…. he has that Hope to him. that kind with claws.

“i’d kiss you if you weren’t so damn ugly” OHHHH MY HEART……..

“if i shoot him, is that murder, or...?” “neither, if i do it first” <-AWWWW, this is so sad…. imagine losing your best friend to someone else forever and ever, and then knowing he would have to live a random guy's life... oh. it would make me cry!!!

she grabs his arm and walks away before they both cry, and then he presents her with sunflower seeds to remember him by.

(GOD. THIS KILLED ME)

he watches them drive away…..

but the guy whose friends who got melted together stops the guys from area 51 who work for morris!!!

the couple who were formerly melted into one are fine now, though?? somehow?? it seems they were just hooking up?? area 51 guy says he believes him. 

poor scully is driving home with morris. he calls her “DANES”??? EVIL!!!! 10,000 years in jail.

he offers to put a word in with kersh to get her job back… does he truly have this power?? i suppose it is a somewhat kind gesture, but it would mean working with morris for a living, and i think she would rather just go be a doctor somewhere.

WHAT THE HELL? the gas station that was burned down last episode is back??? and the attendant who was shot doesn’t remember anything??? 

back in area 51, they’re bringing captain mcdonough to mrs. chee… is there a solution to this whole situation???

morris' wife is screaming at scully as mulder-as-morris is being stopped by her!!! SCREAMING "HOMEWRECKER" AT SCULLY IS CRAAAAZY

morris approaches! is he going to be able to convince his wife that he is actually the one who is married to her???? even though he has some other dude's face??

he’s reciting facts about their wedding!!! and then their relationship!!! and he does convince her!!!!

she still deserves better than him, but i am glad she at least has accepted the truth and that mulder did not split their family apart forever

but- they have to get back to the highway where this went down right NOW!!!

the area 51 guys come to get mulder-as-morris because they think he is a traitor???? WE DO NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS!!!

the other guy stops them in the road, though!!! he figured out how to get captain mcdonough and mrs. chee in the right bodies!! he didn't want to get in trouble- LMAO, that is such a real motivation. i understand.

so time will snap back?? and no one will remember this??

DID MORRIS SLAP SCULLY'S ASS AGAIN???? AND HE SAID "IT'S BEEN REAL?" oh, if i were mulder, i would have MAULED the guy. but maybe there isn't time for violence as the time warp is imminent.

and they go back to where we started last episode!!!! going to drive off after being stopped by morris and told to leave!!!

AND WHEN THEY GET BACK, KERSH DIDN’T EVEN NOTICE THEY WERE GONE!!! HOORAY!!!! 

she tells him she's sad his source didn’t work out… oh :(

“hey, scully? i, uh, know it’s not your normal life, but… thanks for coming out there with me” <- OHHH STOP??? I’M GOING TO MELT

she says "you're welcome with a smile" and then hangs up. ohh... my heart <3

he’s entering his apartment… is there going to be a massive bed in there somehow that escaped the time loop…?

oh my gosh!!! she finds the weird coin from the gas station, and he finds his apartment totally redecorated!!!

AWW!!! we got the best ending: none of it happened!!!!!! oh, things brings me so much joy.

his apartment though, LMAOOO! i know he was losing his MIND!!!!! he checked outside to make sure it was the right room, and it was!!!

ah, so they have no memories from those horrible few days. this is for the best. because none of them were enjoyable!!! and morris can go back to his life with no interruptions!! 

you know, i’m usually not into a story ending with a variation of “and it was all a dream”, but in this case, it was the best thing that could have happened. 

oh, how lucky they are to be in the timeline that they are in… wow.

and this way, scully will never have to remember anything more than a roadtrip!!! no evil morris!!! thank god!!! i rejoice!!!

and mulder said thank you for coming with him :,) and she said you’re welcome. even though it’s not the normal life she wants. ohhh… i am having Feelings about this.

man. well. i am glad all things ended this way. although, i am sure mulder is not going to be pleased about all his stuff being gone!!!! 

ah. i can relax now. at least for a few minutes. it's more enjoyable in retrospect when you know everyone makes it out alright.

so, despite my uncomfortability with morris as a whole and being at the edge of my seat because i thought there might be no escaping this sticky situation, it was an enjoyable set of episodes! shoutout to frohike for being a chef also

i see the next one is a christmas episode!!! oh, i wish i could have timed this whole thing a little better; i’m a month off from christmas. but i shall have to put myself in a jolly mood somehow. i look forward to it!

[pilotinthestars]

tumultuous seas - PilotInTheStars

rating: teen | current word count: 15k | @today-in-fic

chapter 1: for my part, the sea cannot drown me

chapter 2: this thing of darkness i acknowledge mine

chapter 3: our little life is rounded with sleep

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A year earlier, Cynthia had done much of the heavy lifting in cleaning out the house. She had gone up to Teena Mulder’s room and cleaned up what she needed to while Mulder surveyed the desk where his mother kept her paperwork. There were pages and pages of medical paperwork and bills. He didn’t have the heart to sort through them now, and likely wouldn’t until he was back home in D.C. She had been getting older, but he had a sneaking suspicion that the files would reveal more than just the growing ailments of old age. 

Having emptied the desk while Cynthia worked on the second floor, Mulder sat down on the couch with the bottom-most of the papers. The staple had rusted and the pages had yellowed, but the gentle pencil cursive of Samantha Ann Mulder was still clearly readable at the top of the page. He recognized the month and the year –  June 1972. It was the medical bill from Samantha breaking her collarbone. He had forgotten most of that day, citing it to be a traumatic childhood experience, but not an out-of-the-ordinary one, not like the others. Most people or their siblings broke bones at some point. 

That month, it had rained for several days, leaving both his sister and him stir-crazy. He’d been able to keep himself occupied with his books, but Sam had nearly gone wild. There were only so many stories she could make up with her Barbies, and when summer came on Martha’s Vineyard, she wanted to take full advantage of it, which usually meant going to the pool a few blocks from their house in Chilmark. 

When the sunshine had finally broken through the dreary layer of clouds, the two Mulder children had immediately taken to the backyard. Samantha had been playing in the treehouse when she’d slipped on the step and fallen to the ground. Her small body had made a thud; the crack had reverberated through the short tree line. 

Mulder had experienced a plethora of uncomfortable experiences, but the sounds of Sam’s crying still echoing in his mind had the ability to make his heart drop into his stomach and the corners of his eyes well with tears. 

He had carried her home as best as his little body could. When her crying had finally reached the house, their mother rushed out. A long twenty-four hours in the hospital followed.

Cynthia padded down the steps and into the living room, disturbing Mulder from his thoughts. 

Read the rest on AO3.

[slippinmickeys]

Fic prompt - Scully goes on a date with the Perfect guy. Mulder is angry, decides to go to a bar to find a one night stand. He just gets drunk and TLG bring him home where... He finds Scully sleeping on his bed

I started this forever ago, but could never really get it to flow and didn’t know how to end it. Reading through it now… it’s a little uneven, has not so much as whispered in a beta’s ear, but I kind of like where I left off and… I have so many unfinished works sitting in docs I’m letting this one fly free. Thanks for the prompt so long ago, Anon.

Dale. The guy’s fucking name was Dale. Who named their kid Dale, anyway? Perfect smile, perfect teeth, perfectly coiffed hair, polite, a doctor, and so damned charming that even Mulder had trouble not liking him.

He had a sailboat. He was taking Scully out on it. He was somehow more Vineyard than Mulder himself – a guy from fucking Chilmark. And Scully was eating it up. She was excited about the date, had been talking about it all day, ad nauseum. Well, he was pretty sure she had. He’d had to tune her out for his own mental well-being.

You’d drink, too, he’d said, maybe out loud, and it took him a moment to register the warm hand that clapped his back, the presence next to his barstool.

“I know, buddy,” Frohike said, eyebrows like caterpillars crawling across his brow, his hand squeezing Mulder’s shoulder.

“Frohike?” Mulder asked, surprised as all hell to see his friend standing there.

“Thanks, Nadine,” Frohike said to the barmaid, who handed over Mulder’s cell phone and credit card, both of which Frohike slipped into Mulder’s sport coat pocket. “Let’s get you home.”

Mulder stood woozily, and the older man had to occasionally correct his trajectory as he stumbled past the billiard tables that Casey had pulled three booths to squeeze into the back room of the bar.

The Vanagon was idling out front, Byers behind the wheel. Langly was riding shotgun, rubbernecking out the window and snapping a tight knot of green gum. The valet looked pissed and said something to Frohike that Mulder couldn’t make out as the little hacker tried to maneuver the much taller man through the open door.

“Keep your pants on, key jockey!” Frohike clapped back as he slid the big door closed. Mulder slumped against the window, miserable, sliding down the vinyl seat as Byers pulled away from the curb.

“What happened?” Langly asked, turning around and peering at Mulder through smudged glasses.

“Scully’s on a date,” Frohike said carefully. Byers’ eyes flicked to Mulder’s in the rearview, but he said nothing.

Langly nodded knowingly. “She been dickmatized? Is this dude some kind of punk?”

“No,” Mulder burped, righting himself in the seat as the contents of his stomach sloshed. “He’s actually a really nice guy.” He directed his comment to Langly’s second question, adamantly refusing to acknowledge his first.

“Let’s just get Mulder back to headquarters,” Frohike said, glaring at Langly. “Let him sleep it off.”

Mulder grabbed onto the side of the van as his head began to spin, and the thought of sleeping on the guys’ lumpy couch surrounded by the close-quarters smell of hot circuitry and day-old nachos triggered a violent urge to propel the contents of his stomach out the window beside him. He took a deep breath and steeled himself.

“No!” he burped again. “Take me home please.”

When Byers’ took the exit for Old Town, Mulder unclenched, and that’s when the urge to puke turned into a biological inevitability.

The look on his face must have conveyed some real urgency, because the next thing he knew, the van had swung over to a curb and Frohike already had the door open. He fell to his knees on the floor of the Volkswagen and hurled an arc of vomit onto the sidewalk outside the van.

“Whoa,” he heard Langly’s nasally voice pipe up when his coughing and gagging had died down considerably. “That’s some serious upchucking. I think he shot it past the fire hydrant.”

He spit once and then looked down in his hand to see a wad of Burger King napkins that Frohike had pressed into it. He mopped his face as the other man slid the sliding door closed and Byers merged back into traffic.

Mulder settled himself gingerly back onto the big bench seat.

“I feel a lot better,” he said pathetically, the sweat on his forehead cooling.

“Well you smell a lot worse,” Frohike replied, scrunching his nose in distaste.

“Bet Dale can’t hit the fire hydrant,” Mulder said.

“Dale can probably hold his liquor,” Frohike grumbled, and the puke-induced euphoria he felt withered, replaced by a humble misery. He wondered where Scully was now, if Dale had let her take the helm. He wondered how big the boat was, if it had a sleeping berth. If Dale and Scully had ever used it.

“You’d drink too, if-” Mulder started, but his words died on his tongue as it came to him what he was about to say. Out loud. To the guys.

The cab of the vehicle took on an embarrassed silence and after a long moment he looked up to find Langly reaching a hand back to him, a foil-wrapped stick of gum on offer along with a look of knowing sympathy.

Mulder took the gum with a nod of thanks and stuck the sheet of spearmint in his mouth, chasing out the taste of bile and sick and rampant jealousy.

When Byers pulled the van in front of Hegal Place, Mulder had trouble meeting anyone’s eye. Frohike was on the sidewalk waiting for him when he tipped himself out of the back of the van, sobriety duking it out with whatever liquor still swam through his bloodstream.

Frohike looked up at him with a kind and steady hand on his arm. “You want me to walk you up?” he asked.

Mulder felt around his pockets for his keys, locating them after a quick search. “No,” he said. “I got it from here.”

Frohike nodded and patted him one more time. “Put a trash can next to your bed, huh? Drink some water.”

Mulder thanked him and turned on his heel, missing the look the three guys gave each other before watching him ascend the stairs and fumble his way through the front door of his building. Eschewing the elevator and up the stairs because moving was better than standing still, down the hallway – where he’d thought he’d told her he loved her in as many words as he could, and still she went out with Dale – and through his front door. He had it bad, he realized, as he stepped through his door and into his apartment. He had it so bad that he thought he could smell a trace of her perfume – the expensive stuff she kept in her sock drawer – when he walked through the door of his own apartment. Christ.

He toed off his shoes and made immediately for the shower, catching the alleyway stench of whatever vomit hadn’t made it all the way to the sidewalk. Standing under the hot spray, he rethought some of his more recent choices.

If he were honest with himself, he’d gone to the bar tonight to pick up a woman and take her home. It had felt like a wild, righteous idea at the time, made on an indignant huff just as Scully was waving goodbye and Dale put his hand on her back to lead her through the double doors of the Hoover building. A decision made with jealousy boiling through his veins, but abandoned when he sat down at the bar and pictured another woman with her head thrown back on his sheets. Anonymous sex didn’t hold the appeal it once had for whatever reason, and he’d ordered a drink instead. And then a second, and a third and on down the line.

What would he say to Scully if she were here now, he wondered, toweling himself off. What do you see in him? That was obvious. He bent over and drank water directly from the faucet, slurping until the headache he felt coming on was assuaged. He looked at himself in the mirror. Why him and not me? He thought, and sighed, padding naked into his bedroom – not bothering to turn on the light – and sliding on a pair of pajama pants he pulled from a drawer.

He lowered himself into the bed, dejected, tired, still a little woozy, when a sound – a quick inhale of breath – sent him shooting back up to standing, heart pounding, instantly sober.

“Mulder?” came a groggy voice from the other side of his bed, and it took him a moment to reconcile his partner’s voice and its place in his dark bedroom.

“Scully?” he said, his voice sounding two octaves too high. “Jesus.”

He reached over and switched on a bedside lamp.

“I’m sorry,” she said breathily, blinking rapidly. She scooted up on the mattress and back into the pillows. Her hair was mussed and she wore a shell-shocked look. “What time is it?”

Mulder was still so surprised to see her that he couldn't put together a coherent answer. “I-what are you doing here?”

Scully looked over at him, took in his pajamas and his bare chest, his still-damp hair, and a look of profound embarrassment washed over her face.

“I’m sorry,” she said again. “I was waiting for you and then-”

Maybe Mulder wasn’t entirely sober yet, because his brain still felt absolutely befuddled. “Where’s Dale?” he asked, sounding rather like a simpleton, like he expected Dr. Dale to come sauntering into his bedroom at any moment, wearing one of Mulder’s robes, handing over a cold martini to Scully and saying ‘great bedroom for a shag, thanks for letting us use it.’

“Out on his boat, I imagine,” she said, not meeting his eye.

“But why are you not… on his boat?” Mulder lowered himself back onto the mattress, perching on the edge. “Wait, did he try something? Are you okay?” He leapt back up to standing.

“It's fine, Mulder, he didn’t do anything. I…got seasick,” she said, finally turning to look at him, a dubious, slightly jokey look on her face.

“But you don’t get seasick.” He was still standing.

She gave him a look like he was being deliberately obtuse. It started to occur to him that she was here on purpose, not because something calamitous had happened.

“But you were excited about it,” he said, lowering himself once again back to the bed. “You kept talking about it.”

“Mulder…”

“Scully?”

She thunked her head back against the headboard.

“Maybe I was hoping you’d talk me out of it.”

“You we’re hoping I’d-“ his heart soared momentarily, a bird taking flight. And then it fell out of the sky.

“Where have you been?” Scully asked, head tilted to look at him, her brow creasing, eyes narrowed.

“I was… at a bar.”

“Oh.” Her cheeks turned scarlet in the warm yellow light of the lamp and a look came over her face like a dawning realization. “Were you… there for someone?”

His life flashed before his eyes. Scully could tell when he lied to her, and he had gone to the bar with the intention of picking up a woman.

When he didn’t answer, Scully’s eyes widened and she stood suddenly. “I have made,” she said, looking around as if for a purse or a set of keys, “an appalling miscalculation.”

Mulder wasn’t sure if she was talking to him or herself, but suddenly she was on the move, darting through his bedroom door in a rapid exodus.

“Scully wait!” he called out, following her, just hoping to catch her before she got to the door. He felt like if she went through it, there was a real chance he might never see her again. Dana Scully didn’t do embarrassment well.

But he almost stumbled into her when he reached the hallway. She had pulled up short next to his billiard ball coat rack, her nose scrunched up in a look of minor revulsion. He had left his discarded clothes and shoes in a rumpled trail from the door to his bathroom, and the fumes coming off of them were sour and unpleasant.

“Mulder, it smells like vomit.”

He doubted she could see his chagrined expression, backlit as he was by the light spilling from his bedroom, but he shrugged.

“I… may have tied one on,” he admitted.

“You went out drinking?” Her face looked like she was working on a very hard math problem. “Alone?”

“Well, the Gunmen came and got me.” While he was sure she was glad he hadn’t driven drunk, he knew that’s not what she was getting at. “I was upset,” he finally admitted.

“Upset?”

He took a hesitant step toward her, watched her eyes slowly climb up to his face the closer he got to her.

“Jealous.”

Her gaze was moving rapidly back and forth between his two eyes. “Jealous?” Her voice barely above a whisper. His stomach did a loop, like a swallow over a corn field.

“You wanted me to talk you out of your date?” She smiled and sighed, looked down and away from him. “What’s wrong with Dale?”

Her gaze climbed back up, lingering a little, he thought, on his bare chest.

“Nothing’s wrong with Dale. That’s the problem.”

Mulder reached out a hand, wanted run it through her hair, but grazed her shoulder instead.

“You looking for a fixer upper? I know at least five different-“

“Mulder,” she said, exasperated. “Shut the fuck up.”

He did so immediately.

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David Fokos

David Fokos, Beach Comet, Chilmark, Massachusetts

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you know you've hit the south of england when every other village is called chilmark

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Chilmark

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The suspect accused of stabbing four young women at an AMC movie theater in Braintree, Massachusetts and then two McDonald's employees at a rest stop in Plymouth over the weekend has pleaded not guilty to charges relating to the second incident, his attorney told Fox News Digital.

Jared Ravizza, 26, of Chilmark – a town on the island of Martha's Vineyard – was arraigned in Plymouth District Court Tuesday on charges including assault with intent to murder and two counts of assault and battery with a dangerous weapon in connection to the alleged rest stop attack.

His attorney told Fox News Digital "no comment" when asked if he had a statement on behalf of Ravizza.

The Braintree Police Department says the movie theater stabbing happened around 6 p.m. on Saturday, leaving four young females between the ages of 9 and 17 with "non-life-threatening injuries," before Ravizza allegedly carried out a second attack targeting McDonald’s employees at a rest stop along Route 3 in Plymouth about an hour later. 

MASSACHUSETTS STABBING SPREE SUSPECT JARED RAVIZZA WAS ‘LAUGHING’ DURING MOVIE THEATER ATTACK, MOTHER SAYS

That attack, the Plymouth County District Attorney’s Office says, left a 21-year-old female and 28-year-old male injured.

"Investigators reviewed surveillance video from the McDonald’s restaurant that appears to show Ravizza allegedly reach through the drive-thru window and stab the male victim with a large knife," the office said. "Video then shows Ravizza leave the drive-thru in a black Porsche, park the car, go inside the McDonald’s, and stab the second female victim."  

Ravizza then allegedly fled the scene before being taken into custody around 7:15 p.m. in Sandwich, a town on Cape Cod.   

Prosecutors in Braintree intend to charge Ravizza with four counts each of assault to murder and assault and battery with a dangerous weapon, according to a criminal complaint obtained by Fox News Digital.

Ravizza is also reportedly a suspect in a homicide investigation. 

The Boston Globe reports that investigators are determining whether Ravizza was involved in a murder in Deep River, Connecticut. 

When Fox News Digital reached out to the Connecticut State Police about Ravizza, the agency sent over information about a homicide that took place on May 25 – the same date as the Braintree and Plymouth stabbings.  

"A deceased individual was found at this location," the report stated. "The identity of the decedent has not been confirmed and the investigation remains active and ongoing." 

"A suspect in this investigation has been taken into custody in the State of Massachusetts and there is no active threat to the public," police said. 

A website for Ravizza describes him as "an American serial entrepreneur and CEO of Ravizza Jones, an internationally renowned full-service digital marketing agency based between New York and Beverly Hills.  

"He is also an American artist and skier," it adds. "Ravizza resides between Beverly Hills and Martha’s Vineyard." 

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David Fokos

Two Rocks, Study #2, Chilmark, Massachusetts, 1995 / 2001

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On the evening of Friday, March 5, 1982, Actor, Singer, Comedian John Belushi got together with several close friends (which included Robin Williams and Robert DeNiro) for a dinner party at "On The Rox", the Restaurant above the famous Roxy Nightclub on Sunset Blvd. After dinner, he invited Williams and DeNiro up to his temporary residence at Bungalow #3 at the Chateau Marmont.. It was while there that, at his urging, he was injected with Cocaine and Heroin (a speedball - now, sadly called a Belushi) by Cathy Evelyn Smith (known to some as "Sundown" see the song by Gordon Lightfoot). His friends left while Cathy remained behind with him. After awhile, John went into the bedroom to lie down for a time, so Cathy left.

Later, John's manager tried to call him at the Bungalow and got no answer, so he went to check up on him. When he entered the bungalow and went into the bedroom, John was blue in the face. Brillstein tried unsuccessfully revive John, but it was too late. John Belushi was dead. He called Police, Ambulance and then the Medical Examiner's Office. Not long after their arrival, the News Media arrived bringing with them crowds of people who looked on as John's body was carried out of the hotel in a body bag and placed into a van. It was at that moment that Cathy arrived back on the scene. When she saw what was going on, she turned her car around and fled.

When Dan Aykroyd got the news in NYC that John was dead, he walked all the way to where John had lived with his wife Judith and told her the news. The Funeral for John Belushi was held in Massachusettes near Martha's Vineyard and he was buried in Chilmark. The funeral was attended by Lorraine Newman, Bill Murry and, of course, Dan Aykroyd of SNL. Dan was in full motorcycle gear.

Sometime later, as a Psychic Medium was trying to make contact with the Dearly Departed in a well known part of Hollywood, she alledgedly came in contact with the spirit of John Belushi, who stated to her that he was just as shocked by his death as everyone else was. Why did he not cross over into the Light? There are several theories, one of which was that he had unfinished business in this life.

A woman and her family had to temporarily move out of their home due to renovations so they checked into the Chateau Marmont hotel in Hollywood. Due to problems with the renovation, they ended up staying there for over a year. During this time, late at night they would hear their young son (age 2) alone in his room laughing and giggling to himself. They thought nothing of it as the child is a very outgoing and playful child by nature. When they finally did ask what he was laughing at, the child would only say "the funny man". So one night the woman was talking to her friend about all this and her friend mentioned that John Belushi had died in the Chateau and that there were many reports of his spirit still roaming the grounds. A friend of hers did a quick search online and asked her if they are staying in Bungalow #3. She said yes. Apparently the family had been living in the same bungalow that John had died in. Some initial thoughts were to take pictures of various actors and show them to the child to see if he could recognize "the funny man" but, according to the mother, this never came to fruition. A friend of the boys mother visited the bungalow while they were staying there. It was for a birthday party for the boy and while it was a bit creepy, nothing out of the ordinary was said to have happened. Until later. After a time, the boy began to copmplain that he wasn't sleeping well because of the "funny man" who would awaken the boy and want to play with him and make him laugh. The mother of the child was sitting in bed one night she was sitting in bed one night looking at a book about the Chateau Marmont, and her son wandered in. He was very interested in what she was looking at so she told him it's all about the Chateau as she turned the pages ... there were many photos of various celebs that have stayed there over its many years. So the kid would say, "who is that?" And she said, oh that's an actor who was popular when your grandma was younger ... and that's Robert DeNiro, that's Robin Williams ... etc. Then she turned the page. The child got very excited, pointed and said: "Look Mommy, there's the FUNNY MAN!" He pointed right at the picture of John Belushi.

No, they have never shown him photos or Belushi films; in fact, when we suggested it a long time ago she said "no" so this kid has had no prompting whatsoever. But he sure did recognize his "funny man" right away! Although she hadn't been afraid to go to the bathroom alone at night since she was 8 years old, she was very uncomfortable doing so when they were staying in Bungalow 3. She said she would run in and out quickly, and never made eye contact with the mirror; she just felt as if she was being watched all the time. She went on to say that every time she opened the door to the room/area the kid was sleeping in, to tuck him in at night, she felt what she can only describe as a "whoosh!" #Tragedy, #ChateauMarmont, #Speedball, #JohnBelushi, #Hollywood, #Party, #Ghost, #Paranormal, #LastSupper, #LosAngeles, #SoCal, #Singer, #Actor, #Comedian, #Crime

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There's no Notable People section for Chilmark because it's too small, but it does mention Fox Mulder from The X-Files :)

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AP PHOTOS: 'Jaws' anniversary shark swim gallery

MARTHA’S VINEYARD, Mass. (AP) — An athlete will aim to be the first person to swim around Martha’s Vineyard to educate the public on sharks. A fishing boat is docked for the evening in Menemsha Harbor, Wednesday, May 14, 2025, in Chilmark, Mass. (AP Photo/Robert F. Bukaty) A fishing boat is docked for the evening in Menemsha Harbor, Wednesday, May 14, 2025, in Chilmark, Mass. (AP Photo/Robert…

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Chilmark, Massachusetts / 2023