#post modern Prometheus

[unremarkablehouse]

I'm not sure if you got this picture i sent you because I'm pretty new to Tumblr and not sure how to share content. Forgive me if you have n haven't had a chance to respond. I promise I'm not trying to be annoying. Ty for linking Franks comments. I had no idea he revealed it back then. This post was from September and should clear up any doubt about the authenticity of this photo.

Thank you friend, I’m old to tumblr and totally forget to check my inbox lol. With all the manips and fakes out there, I love that this is an authentic moment.

[manicpixeedream]

guys can we talk about how mulder & scully used the FBI’s credit card to buy Cher tickets for a mutant

[thanx-files]

txf is so far beyond my usual wheelhouse when it comes to television, and i remember that during episodes like post modern prometheus with its needle-drops and silly dances and completely unserious meta narrative ending, because that is exactly my speed. i am at my core a silly goose, and i so often need my stories about loss and belief wrapped in humor and music.

this isn’t a criticism of serious episodes, it just me saying how much i love to see mulder and scully dancing.

[twogravesinsomecemetery]

ALSO on the topic of misinterpreting the x-files,, someone told me recently that the ending of the post-modern prometheus doesn't actually HAPPEN ??? like it was just written as the ending of the comic book ??? are you telling me that agent mulder of the fbi did not personally drive the great mutato and the entire population of the town over state lines to a cher concert just so he could waltz with scully

are you KIDDING me

[numinousmysteries]

it cracks me up that chris owens played the great mutato. just always a guy whose daddy never loved him.

[ferdieylisse]

the epic highs [detour] and the epic lows [post-modern prometheus] of the x files :) Like fr though. 'What if there was a rapist but hear me out!! What if he was kind of like a funny guy? Like a silly guy?" dude this plot was barely salvageable the FIRST time you did it (small potatoes) let's not DO that again

[all-eyes-lead-to-the-truth]

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Post-Modern Prometheus (5x05)

He watches as Dr. Pollidori is quickly shoved into the back of the local police cruiser. The crowd gathered around glares menacingly at the scientist as he’s driven away. 

“Good riddance,” Izzy says, standing guard beside the FBI agent’s car where the Great Mutato is slumped over in the back seat. He has to fight a sudden urge to smuggle the guy a jar of peanut butter. 

Pushing himself off the car, he shoves his hands in his pockets and sighs. Izzy Berkowitz may look dumb to some. He may be obsessed with comics while struggling to survive a hicktown childhood with nowhere to go but conventions, but he is far from stupid. Looks can be deceiving. The Great Mutato has surely proven that to everyone here. And looking at the would-be mob milling about, like something straight out of a scene from Frankenstein, Izzy feels ashamed of his judgment.

Mutato being created by his crazy scientist brother wasn’t his fault. He was innocent in that act. Though Mutato knew what his father was doing to women within those fumigation tents while he danced to Cher and learned of the world — did he really understand how messed up it was? That a farmer artificially inseminated unknowing women to try to create his son a mate? 

Izzy cringes at that thought. Everything about this is messed up. 

He strides into the house where Agents Mulder and Scully are, about to tell them exactly that, when Agent Mulder asks, “Where’s the writer? I want to speak to the writer.”

Izzy blinks. “Huh?”

“This isn’t how the story is supposed to end.” Agent Mulder looks at him as if he holds all the answers. He almost laughs, but it’s clear within the agent’s wild-eyed stare that he’s used to being laughed at. Izzy can relate.

“Just because I wrote stories about the Great Mutato, doesn’t mean I know anything about the real him,” he admits, glancing over his shoulder at Mutato’s bowed head. “I think… I think maybe it’s his turn to write what comes next.”

Agent Scully frowns. “What does that mean?” 

“Let’s ask and find out,” Agent Mulder nods at the car. 

“Mulder-”

The agent shoulders past Izzy, flinging open the car’s back door. Mutato looks up with two sets of sad eyes and holds out his wrists, waiting for the cuffs Izzy hopes never come. 

Agent Mulder shakes his head. “If you could write a story for yourself, an ending that doesn’t involve experiments and isolation, what would it be?”

“I…” Both of Mutato’s mouths gape open. “Other than living in a world of acceptance alongside someone else like me, I’ve only ever dreamed of one thing…”

***

Then I'm walking in Memphis

I was walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale

Walking in Memphis

But do I really feel the way I feel?

Izzy’s smiling directly behind the FBI agents as the Cher sings to the Great Mutato in the front row. It’s like a dream: the claw-like hands of her biggest fan clapping to the beat and waving excitedly at the woman on stage. 

He looks around the crowded concert hall and chuckles at the irony. Many of these people are the same ones who’d questioned Izzy’s own creativity for years, yet had no idea they are part of a similar kind of creation: a genetically altered town borne of a father’s misguided love for his adopted son. The simple folk of this rural Indiana town are no different than the man they’d called Monster and chased with pitchforks. 

Maybe they’re all monsters.

Izzy kind of likes that. 

But there's a pretty little thing

Waiting for the King

Down in the Jungle Room

As the disco ball spins and the spotlight shines down on the Great Mutato shimmying in his seat, Izzy catches Agent Mulder reach across the table to squeeze his partner’s hand. “Something wrong?”

She leans over, a tiny smirk tugging at her lips. “Just curious if Jerry Springer is hiding behind that curtain too.”

“You think?” he teases, and she rolls her eyes. “Come on, Scully, have a little fun.”

Izzy can see Agent Scully’s brow arch as her soft smirk turns playful. “Only a little?”

“Ah, Scully,” he gives a lopsided grin, and Izzy nearly rolls his own eyes at their blatant flirting. For a guy who gets laughed at, women sure love him. Agent Mulder turns then and gives the Great Mutato a high five. 

And I sang with all my might

And he said "Tell me, are you a Christian, child?"

And I said "Man, I am tonight!"

The energy in the room swells with the chorus, urging Izzy to stand and sway with the rest of the town. As Cher walks down the stairs and reaches her hand out for the Great Mutato to hold, welcoming him onto the stage beside her, Izzy feels that warm sense of acceptance Mutato had mentioned wash over him. 

Walking in Memphis

But do I really feel the way I feel?

Agent Mulder suddenly stands, bowing his head and reaching out his hand for his partner. Agent Scully seems as awed as Mutato had moments ago before sliding her hand into his, grinning gorgeously at him as he tugs her close, his one hand grasping hers as the other dips down to palm her lower back. They dance slowly, their eyes locked and noses nearly touching. 

Izzy snorts.

Dang, the way they’re practically swooning in each other’s arms reminds him of the covers on his mom’s romance novels. He does roll his eyes then, looking up at the Great Mutato as he joyfully dances with his idol on stage. But if this is how this story of a man-made monster who’s never harmed a living soul is supposed to end, then he’s happy to watch two FBI agents gaze at one another under a disco ball. 

Put on my blue suede shoes

Izzy shuts his eyes and says, “The End.”

Read the rest of All Eyes Lead to the Truth on AO3!

@monikafilefan

[sleepyscully]

I will never not scream about the last scene in Post Modern Prometheus

[killerwizrd555]

IM WALKING IN MEMPHIS!!!!!

[frankingsteinery]

AITA for not telling my fiancé I know he’s queer? 

I 20s (F) have a 20s (M) fiancé, V, and he’s been talking about this terrible secret he cannot tell me and he keeps almost starting to come out and then backing out. The issue is V and I were raised together by his parents, and my surrogate 40s (M) father and (now deceased) surrogate mother arranged for our marriage back when we were both children. They thought it was the best for us and at the time we were too young to realize the implications and had no reason to reject to the match. When we were teenagers our mother was on her deathbed and she told us again that she wished for us to marry, and of course we both agreed. However, V is also best friends with a 20s (M) guy called H, and they were nearly inseparable as boys and teens. They also went to university together and shared an apartment but V had to come home due to family reasons. Lately he’s been going out all day and coming home at night hours later. He insists that he’s fine and that we all leave him alone and not worry for him, but I think he and H have been sneaking around. He even delayed our wedding day by arranging a trip to go to England alone with H. It’s exhausting for all of us and I think I should just tell V I know and support him and that we can call off the marriage, but I’m not sure that’s the best course of action? I’m completely fine with not marrying him - he always felt more like a brother to me anyway - but I worry it might come off wrong. The worst part is he’s really beating himself up about it. He’s so guilty it’s beginning to take a toll on his health. I don’t care if he has a boyfriend I just want him to be happy.

EDIT: nvm he built an 8ft creature in his dorm

[unremarkablehouse]

Never forget, while Mulder might have missed the implications of Scully showing up to his hotel room with wine and cheese, the very next episode he asked her to dance. It’s all about the recovery for those of us who may take a little longer to pick up on social cues…

[contingentmag]

Mulder, unwilling to accept this sad ending, asks, “Where’s the writer? I want to speak to the writer.”

[mvlderfox]

"The other victims. They had their frying pans... violated. ... I think we found our smoking gun."

[mothmore]

just got to chapter 5 in my frankenstein reread oh my god. i fucking love and cackle at the fact that henry is just like “omg victor ^_^ i’m so happy to be here to study with you at university finally after three years apart !!” and victor just stares at him with huge autism eyes shaking and malnourished like “i fucked up. big.”

[mifink]

henry jekyll 🤝 victor frankenstein

fucking around and finding out

[jetleparti]

Prometheus: Unbound 505 / Oil, acrylic, ink, graphite, & wax pencil on canvas. via Jet Le Parti archive.