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Gillian Anderson being the last person to realise she just won a 2nd Emmy …

The King of f***ing Everything

Outstanding Supporting Actress, The Crown (Margaret Thatcher) Emmys 2021

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Buttons 1/1

Post This is not happening.  Tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic

Her Mother has a button box. A small rectangular pine container with tiny brass hinges and a pattern of leaves etched into the surface of the lid. The pattern is worn smooth where years of handling, of opening and closing the box have rendered the grain muted, fuzzy and indistinct, a darker patina evident against the faded yellow of the cheap wood that has stood the test of time as buttons were added and stories were told.

Each button held within has its own special meaning – from the shiny brass disc that once adorned her father’s very first dress uniform to the tiny cream pearlised nub that held the neck of Melissa’s christening gown in place.  The gown also worn by the second Scully daughter and, although the lacy material is long since gone, the button remains; carefully removed from the garment with tiny dressmakers scissors to find a place in that colourful box of treasures.

She used to love to hear the stories, would clamour to get the box out on rainy days and randomly pick out a button, waiting impatiently as her  Mother closed her eyes in remembrance before she finally recounted just how it came to be and why it was deemed worthy enough to join its counterparts and be given a history.  The young Dana Scully, not yet tainted by the cruelties of the world around her, lost herself in the romance, in the mundane and in the occasionally hilarious anecdotal recounts because while the content never wavered, it seemed as though her Mother came alive just a little more as the memories sharpened with the continual telling of them and tiny details were added each time to ripen, enrich and entertain her young audience.

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My labour of love is finished. I’ve lost track of how many hours it has taken but I would say at least 50. It is drawn on A3 smooth paper with HB pencil and then over shaded and darkened in some areas with a 2B. Thanks for following along ❤

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Bit late to the 'Handmaids tale' but Holy Fuckballs.

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Fandom Etiquette

I’ve been around for a really long time in various fandoms, and no one ever writes this stuff down. I’ll start. Please add to the list. We can’t expect people to follow “rules” they don’t know exist. 

written with the help of @unbreakablejemmasimmons

Fanart

if you like something, reblog it. Help the artist get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you. 

if you want more of it, support it. This can be via commissions, reblogs, recommending the artist to other people, shouting in the tags, or sending the artist asks/messages. 

if you hate it, keep scrolling. Keep the hate in a message window with a friend, not in the artist’s notes. 

if you want to use it, ask permission. Artwork is beautiful and you want to show it off. But please ask the artist before you throw it into your header or your icon. 

if you use it, give credit. And not just a post where you say “Do you like my new icon? X made it!”. Put it in your blog description, that way when someone rolls around your blog three months from now, they also know where your icon/header came from. 

Fanfic

if you like something, reblog it. Help the author get their work out there in front of more people. Share the joy that it brought you.

if you want more of it, support it. Kudos are fine, but if you want more of the thing you like, you should comment. Subscribe to the story or the author. Send them a message about how much you like what they wrote. 

if you read it, kudos it. Or give it a thumbs up. And this is just if you managed to get all the way to the end. If you finished the story and you actually liked it? Comment and reblog. 

don’t demand content. Be patient. Stories take time. You can encourage without being demanding. Show your love for what’s there without telling them to post more often. 

be gentle with criticism. Some people want it and some people run away from it. If you don’t know what type of person the author is, it’s best not to go there. “If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything.”

Fandom

ship and let ship. You love your ship and other people love theirs. No one needs to “win” when we’re all going to end up in tears anyway. 

if you hate it, stay out of the tag. This has two meanings: 1) don’t deliberately put hateful commentary in a tag and 2) if you  hate a tag, don’t go and read through that tag just to make yourself angry

if someone makes you something, appreciate it. Read and comment the fic. Like and reblog the artwork. Pimp it out and tell them how much you loved it. It’s a gift, treat it like one. 

if it’s a gift, put some effort into it. You signed up for that exchange three months ago and now it’s a week before you have to send the gift and you don’t have the time or the inclination to do the thing. Well too bad. Someone out there has been working hard in your gift, so you should do the same for them. 

none of us are “better” than anyone else. We’re all trash for our particular show/film/book/ship/artist/what-have-you. My fave is no better than yours and yours is no better than mine. 

actors are not their characters. They are people. Treat them like people. 

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Complex, iconic, important … I see.

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Ghosts 1/1

Thanks to @baronessblixen for a read-through and invaluable opinions and also for pushing me to get this done.

Ghosts 1/1

I can’t believe I haven’t noticed that something was so badly off with Scully, because adept at deflecting she might be, but I like to think that after seven years together I can step easily around her deflections and get right to the greater issues.  So it has come as a bit of a revelation that not only have I been had, in her words, I have been had big time.

We measure our lives in the passing of time I guess and even if we try not to, time is constant; anniversaries both trivial and life-affirming are infinite in the shaping of our past, present and future.  Seven years since she walked in to my office.  Six years since the first time I realised I loved her. Probably four years since I realised I was in love with her.  Twelve weeks, 4 days, 8 hours and a handful of minutes when it hit me like the sound of a thunderclap on a still summer night that she was in love with me too.

And from that moment I stopped counting out our lives in hours and minutes because time as I know it seemed to stand still; that moment where my whole universe just imploded in on itself as we finally gave our full attention to an unanswered question that had swirled lazily between us for years and which, for so many reasons, we had both been afraid to acknowledge in any real way.  Seven years of fleeting glances, feather light touches and unspoken words had finally allowed us to be together in a way I had always yearned for but never fully believed would ever happen.

If I live to be a hundred I will never forget the way she looked that night, with the moonlight casting blue shadows across her smooth alabaster skin, her eyes dark and intense as she allowed me to touch her, to taste her, to join with her; moving together like a perfectly choreographed dance as our bodies became one.  I remember the feel of her, tight and slick and soft as she fell over the edge, a strangled moan working its way from deep inside of me as she began to spasm around me and right then, at the moment, I fell right along with her, thrusting desperately against her, in to her, becoming a part of her; that final piece of the puzzle that had eluded us both for so long.

It was probably the closest I have ever come to having a religious experience and the sole object of my rapturous worship was the higher power that is Dana Scully – the woman I had once described as my touchstone and who, as it turned out, became so much more than that; because in the space of a single shared heartbeat she became my everything.

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Spoken For by SisterSpooky1013

General Audiences, 1005 words

Read it on AO3

“Are you married, Agent Mulder? Girlfriend? Or boyfriend, I don’t want to be presumptuous.”

Harvey Caalim had reached out to them after his wife Denise went missing. He believed that she was abducted by aliens, but the local PD had pegged him as a loon and done nothing more than file a missing person’s report. They now sat in his living room, Mulder on the sofa with Harvey while Scully was perched at his dining room table nearby, reading over Denise’s diary entries that detailed her prior abductions.

Mulder flashed his eyes on Scully at Harvey’s question, but she didn’t seem to be paying attention or otherwise wasn’t affected by it. They’d been more than just friends for a couple months now, but at no point had they actually discussed what they were, much less used titles like boyfriend or girlfriend.

“Uh, yeah, I do have a girlfriend, actually,” he finally responded, and he thought he saw Scully straighten up a little in her seat.

“What’s she like?” Harvey asked with mooney eyes. He’d spent the better part of the last 30 minutes telling Mulder all about Denise and what he loved about her. He was a complete sap.

“Um, well she’s crazy smart, way smarter than me. And she’s incredibly passionate about what she believes in. She’s the hardest worker I know, and she’s strong, both physically and mentally. I think my favorite thing about her, though, is how loyal she is. I’m kind of an asshole and I’m always running off after some wild idea, but she always has my back, no matter what.” He was watching Scully from the corner of his eye. She never looked towards them, but he saw her run her tongue across her lip before uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. She was listening, he knew. He hoped she was.

Harvey was beaming at him. “I bet she’s pretty. Handsome guy like yourself oughta have a pretty girlfriend.”

Mulder laughed a little. “That would be an understatement, Harvey, she’s a total knockout. I see men looking at her everywhere we go. The best thing is her smile. She doesn’t smile a lot, but when she does. Whew. Watch out.”

Harvey’s demeanor got just a little more serious. “Does she, uh, doesn’t she mind you spending all your time with someone as lovely as Agent Scully?” He asked, hitching his thumb over to point in Scully’s direction.

“You know you’d think so, but not at all. They get along great. They’re a lot alike, actually.”

“Well then you better marry the girl, Agent Mulder! If she’s as great as you say she is, you don’t want to let her get away.”

Mulder swallowed hard and glanced at Scully. He detected a slight quirk at the corner of her mouth.

“I’m afraid she might be a bit out of my league. If I thought she’d say yes, I would have asked her years ago.”

Harvey gave him a sympathetic nod. “I know how it is, Agent Mulder. Denise could have had any guy she wanted, she was the prettiest girl in town. I don’t know how I convinced her to go out with me, but I’m glad I did.”

Mulder stood and held out his hand, and Harvey followed, slapping his palm with an iron grip.

“I guess we’re just two lucky bastards, Harvey,” he said as he pumped his hand up and down a couple times.

“That we are. Thank you again for coming out. I sure hope you can help me.”

Scully was collecting the papers on the table into a neat pile and slipping them into her briefcase. She turned to them with a pursed smile on her lips.

“We’ll do what we can, Mr. Caalim. May I keep these for tonight? I’d like to read them over, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh sure, Agent Scully. Keep them as long as you like.”

She nodded at him and went to the door. Harvey walked them out to the porch, watching as they climbed into their rental car. Just before Mulder closed the door, Harvey called out to him.

“Agent Mulder! When you see that girl of yours, tell her you love her. You never know when it’ll be your last chance to say it. I wish I would have told Denise one more time.”

Mulder smiled sadly at Harvey and nodded before pulling the door closed and starting the engine.

They were quiet for the 7 minute drive back to their motel. Scully looked out the window with a neutral expression on her face, betraying nothing. Maybe she’d been so engrossed in what she was reading that she hadn’t actually heard. He was a little worried that once they were in the privacy of their motel rooms she was going to read him the riot act for being unprofessional.

They parked and walked towards Scully’s room in silence. She unlocked the door and held it open for him to follow, a good sign. He closed the door behind himself and then stood in front of it, waiting to see if he was going to be yelled at or thrown out. She set her briefcase on the small table, removed her suit jacket and hung it on the back of the chair, and then walked towards him with a determined look on her face. He braced himself, eyes wide on her as she stepped right up to him and pressed her body against his, pushing his back against the door. Bringing her hands to the back of his neck, she pulled him down towards her and kissed him firmly, seeking entrance with her tongue as she ground her hips against his thigh. He responded in kind, brushing the tip of his tongue against hers and gripping her ass to pull her closer to him. Finally she pulled away from him, meeting his eye with a playful look.

“If you want me to smile more, Mulder, you should be funnier.”

He grinned at her.

“Hey Scully?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you.”

Tagging @today-in-fic thank you!

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TWELVE HOURS OF LOVE UNSPOKEN 1/1

This took me a little longer than I expected but @inkcollectorus @duchov @what-the-fuck-is-magnetite and @vickiweis44 this is for you.  I warn you though - It’s angsty fluff that’s heavy on the angst!  Even my Valentine stuff is angsty shit.  Sorry.

Set in season four Cancer arc and told from a third person POV

TWELVE HOURS OF LOVE UNSPOKEN

By

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It’s hard not to notice him that first time.  It’s just after 6pm and he is shouting at the nursing staff, refusing to relinquish his hold on the tiny red-headed woman he is cradling in his arms, clutching her to him as the blood on her face transfers to the white cotton of his shirt, drenching them both in a sea of crimson that blooms and grows with every second that passes.   There is in fact, so much blood it’s difficult for me to figure out the source from my vantage point.

She is making an ugly, gurgling, choking sound even as her body jerks against his.  Her head is thrown back and he is desperately trying to still her movement lest she injures herself further, his frantic pleas to the nursing staff increasing in volume until he is practically screaming at them.  

He is in full panic mode; not thinking at this point, simply reacting to the situation he has found himself in and although I’m sure there is a small part of him that recognises that nothing can be done until he allows them to take her from him, sheer primal terror is preventing him from releasing her.

My throat tightens at the sight of him as he finally allows the attending ER staff to take over, the expression on his face one of such yearning as she is transferred to the waiting gurney and wheeled away from him that it literally takes my breath away. His final keening cry reverberating around the large area around us before he collapses to his knees on the linoleum floor that is now speckled with her blood, covering his face with hands that are equally as marked.  His shoulders are shaking and even though he makes no sound, I know from bitter experience that he is weeping.  Hopeless, uncontrollable distress that has no sound; the most painful kind I think.

No one moves.  No one reacts.  As though he is a wounded animal who might attack at any moment and for just a few heartbeats, it’s like time has simply stopped.

And then I force myself to move; to cross the space between us, my training coming to the fore as I pull a pair of surgical gloves from the pocket of my tunic and slip them on to protect myself from the blood that covers him.  Second nature in an environment such as this.

“Sir?”

Tentatively I place my hand on his shoulder, carefully not exerting too much pressure through my touch, but just enough to get his attention because although I don’t consider myself a medical professional, I have lived though more moments like this than I can recall and I know that right now, gentleness is the key.

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McScuse me???

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So anyway, I seem to have picked up a whole load of new followers. God knows I don't deserve it because I'm never here, but welcome lovely new people!

Also nice to see one of my old fics doing the rounds again. I don't write anymore - the toxicity of the fandom killed my muse pretty effectively - but I'd like to think that now things have somewhat calmed down I might, one of these fine days, just throw a few ideas I have swimming around my tiny mind down on paper.

I miss writing. I miss the freedom and release of it. In the meantime I might reblog a few things because I've forgotten half of what I wrote! Will I ever finish the GA/DD fan art piece? Doubtful, although in fairness I have got it out and looked at it a few times lately.

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Affirmation 5/5

Part five ‘All things’ Missing scene Scully POV  (Epilogue) Post ep Mulder POV

Part one ‘Orison’ here

Part two ‘Per manum’ here

Part three ‘Sein und zeit’ here

Part four ‘En Ami’ here

ALL THINGS

I wake up suddenly, instantly guilty that I managed to literally pass out right in the middle of listening to Mulder waxing lyrical on the potentiality of fate, of the different paths we are destined to take throughout our lives; the paths in fact that we ourselves have taken to bring us right here to this point in time in our strange partnership.

Sometimes I have trouble categorising exactly what it is we share, what exactly is the product of our seven year history together that has seen us fight and fall and push ourselves far away from each other so many times; only to somehow always manage to re-connect once more? 

 More than once I have tried to rationalise this thing we have, this us that is separate from our working lives but at the same time, the threads of our professional history are still wound tightly around us, refusing to fully separate, to allow us to be the people we both yearn to be.  I’m not stupid, I know that a normal life can never be for us, that what others take for granted – a home, a family, simple pleasures that are nothing and everything at the same time – are distressingly unobtainable.  

Because even if Mulder and I had chosen to keep hold of the feelings for each other that we had denied for so long and instead turned to others to help fill in the blanks in our lives that our work on the X-Files had brought upon us, I still believe that those simple life expectations could never be for us.  Too much has happened and too much has been lost and I came to realise a very long time ago that I could never risk bringing in anyone from outside this frightening world we inhabit; that enough innocents have been lost to our quest already.  The blood on my hands is ever present and I know with a certainty that paralyses me at times, that I will never be able to completely cleanse myself of the guilt I carry around with me for the part I played in the destruction of the relationships and the people I loved. 

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Affirmation 4/5

Missing scene and post ep En Ami

Part one Orison here

Part two Per Manum here

Part three Sein Und Zeit here

This chapter contains possible TRIGGERS.  If you are at all unsure please PM me for clarification.  Scant fluff in this one - just raw, angry, hurting from Mulder’s POV

Four

I can’t remember a time when I’ve felt angrier at her,

In fact, anger doesn’t actually even go halfway to describing how I feel. Try hurt, disappointed, unimportant, insignificant even; incensed to a point where I was afraid to even fucking look at her for fear of what I might say as I braced myself rigidly against the door frame in my apartment, listening to the shock and disbelief in her voice as she tried to persuade herself that the risks she had just taken had been worth it. To her, to me and to the whole of the fucking human race, promises and assurances made to her by a man who has wrought more pain, more destruction and more suffering on both of us than should ever be reasonably possible; a man who has shattered our lives – her life – in ways that are unimaginable.

And yet she trusted him.

She fucking trusted him.

More than she trusted me it would seem.

I had received the call from her, finally received it when she was around an hour away from DC. Not when she got in the car to start the long drive back, not when she had put a reasonable distance between herself and that black lunged double-talking fucker who had duped her so effortlessly, not even when she had stopped to fill the car up with gas when she got halfway home. Instead, for reasons best known to herself, Scully had instead given me another five hours of frantic worry as my panic grew when Frohike reiterated for the hundredth time that they didn’t know how to find her, that she had covered her tracks so adeptly that for all intents and purposes, she had simply just disappeared. Ditching me far more effectively than I think I had ever managed during our long and chequered partnership.

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Any Philes (or Gillovnies) who enjoyed seeing David and Gillian together on Sunday please ignore the antis.

Do not allow them to shame you for enjoying David and Gillian getting along. These antis have spent years shaming and harassing people for daring to believe that Davis and Gillian get along and are friends. They claim it’s all about shipping real people, but as I can attest to myself (which I have proof of), I was like sent almost 30 hate anon stemming from a post explaining why I believe David and Gillian are friends.

I explained why they may have not got along during certain points in the original run, but ultimately they got along and have become closer since then. Various examples were used to back up my assertion. Antis got so upset they sent, again, almost 30 hate anons. Only like three of them were neutral or in agreement with me.

This is legit not an exaggeration.

Gillian’s post yesterday blew their whole belief system apart. They claimed that Gillian didn’t like David and that she only associated with him for either the x files or to promote a charity. They said we were making up shit to say they get along and that Gillian was grossed out by him.

Again, this was because people said they were FRIENDS.

Then, yesterday happened and now it’s, 1. “I don’t know why people are losing their shit, David was visiting a friend.” Or, 2. “You guys are being weird about David visiting Gillian.” And, also, 3. “fans needs to quit that shipper shit, they’re ruining a good pic.” 4. “I hate that Gillian is friends with him, she doesn’t know the truth about him.”

Although I’m Gillovny as fuck, I was just happy to see they got along. I was vindicated after what antis tried to put me through and all the shit they put others through. Gillian’s post utterly destroyed their bullshit and claims of rationality/objectivity.

As far as the antis remarks about this visit:

1. They HAVE to admit that David and Gillian are friends because there’s no other way to explain David’s visit. As far as we know, there aren’t any plans for live action x files, they have no active projects to promote, and David is against appearing with Gillian in non x files projects.

So, if they aren’t friends and they aren’t working together, that’s means they’re fucking or dating, right? In this situation, friendship is the lesser evil and they’d be delusional to pretend they aren’t friends at this point.

But it’s not enough to acknowledge that they’re friends, they have to downplay it like it’s no big deal as if the narrative that they hate each other hasn’t been peddled since the fucking 90s.

I mean, what fan wouldn’t rejoice at the fact that two actors with mad chemistry actually get along?

However, antis have to downplay it just to subtly stress and imply that this is a friendship and nothing more. Just because we were right about this doesn’t mean some Gillovnies are right that there may be something more (even if it’s just emotionally), which the confirmed friendship now makes them believe we may be on to something.

2. Most weren’t being weird about David visiting Gillian. However, it’s a pretty big deal because they famously only took professional/work related photos together. How many personal pics have we seen of them. And they spent years talking about how they don’t really hang out and barely text/email each other. Why can’t we squee on the people we care about hanging out?

3. Most fans didn’t bring up Gillovny and, even if they did, it’s a part of life for them at this point. I’d argue that many of the fans who do bring it up are casual fans and don’t mean to be malicious. Most fans don’t keep up with their dating lives. Last year, I just found out that a phile thought David and Gillian were married because Tea and Gillian kinda look alike. Most don’t know Gillian’s dating history, that she and Peter broke up, or about the girlfriend that David hasn’t claimed despite being involved with her for years. Antis find reasons to be upset, and then blame it on excited fans or Gillovnies because they’re upset that we were right about something they swear wasn’t true.

4. Unless you actually had personal dealing with David or a trusted person you know was, a random fan on the internet will never know David more than Gillian. Whatever allegations y’all want to level at him during his x files days, she likely knows about. There aren’t many secrets in Hollywood, so if you know something and believe it, Gillian likely knows as well. No people don’t always know everything about a person, but people in Hollywood love to gossip. There’s no way Gillian could be friends with David and she somehow doesn’t know about the allegedly bad things he did.

Antis also love to lean on remarks given by Dean Hanglund (???), William b Davis, and pat skipper to prove David and Gillian hated each other. All while overlooking Kim Manners (who spoke on record about their connection), Mitch Pileggi, and other people who have said the opposite.

You have the Mark Mann photoshoot where Mark described the event from beginning to end and it was a glowing assessment of their dynamic, which antis claim was “PR.” You also have Jimmy Kimmel who initially observed how well they got along off camera, noticed it again on camera, remarked on it, and then flat out asked them, “what’s going on with you two?”

You have various celebrities, people who know or have come in contact with them, liking and commenting on shit regarding their relationship. I don’t mean this romantically just in general.

There is way more evidence supporting the fact that they got along and are friends (now) than this idea that they hate each other. I’m not saying they’ve never butted heads and fought, however, I think their relationship shouldn’t be defined by the moments they didn’t get along. These two worked long hour days together and became famous at the same time all while isolated in Vancouver together. Cut them some slack.

Keep in mind, their “dark days” came around the time where, in addition to long shooting days, they also shot a movie at the same time! Yeah, they didn’t get along at times before then, but they were some workhorses for Chris!

I do find Orlando Jones’ place in this hilarious and intriguing. We know for a fact that he worked with David and may even be friends with him. Also. he may have worked with Gillian or come into contact with her. They had roles on the same show, but didn’t share scenes together. The fact that he openly ships them is intriguing because of his proximity to them and he’s a professional actor. Orlando likes to have fun and can be trollish at times, but not maliciously.

The fact that he openly ships Gillovny and hasn’t been told to stop is fascinating. I don’t think he’s been told to stop because Orlando has good relationships in Hollywood and doesn’t seem the type of overstep boundaries. So either he’s having good fun with it and doesn’t believe it OR he wants something to happen and likes being involved in the fan shipping. And that tells me either David (and Gillian) don’t have a problem when he does it and/or he sees/hears things we haven’t and wishes they’d get together. 🤔

Ultimately, don’t listen to antis because they’re upset as fuck right now and most of us are just enjoying the content and having a good time. :) don’t let them think we’re doing anything wrong for loving the pics that were released for us to enjoy.

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The evolution of DD