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Thank you for the video @iheartcate 

Gillian Anderson and her boyfriend, Chewie!

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Enjoy. Those father/son chapters are good.

ES: finally starting! I’ve slacked off for WAY too long. RM read this months ago and gave me her copy and it’s been sitting on my night stand collecting dust. Let’s do this. Bring it on Bucky.

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The smell of him

(I’m not even sorry)

She went to bed knowing that when she would wake up in the morning, he would be here, somewhere in his apartment. It’s been fifteen days. Fifteen days and not a single one when she didn’t think about him. She didn’t change the sheets when he left, needing the wrap herself in what left of his scent every night. He told her he would land in the morning. He didn’t precise the exact time of his landing, so she’d clean his house and set the table for a breakfast for two. She’d planned to cook eggs and make pancakes, even if she knew he probably wouldn’t let her finish and let the pan burn while he showed her how much he missed her on the kitchen counter. She fell asleep, smiling at this thought and expected to have the nicest dreams.

But suddenly, there’s something different in the bedroom. It’s the middle of the night, she can feel the darkness through her closed eyelid, but something is slowly waking her up. Something she hadn’t felt for a long time. No… Something she hadn’t smelled for a long time. Him. The room smells like him. Cologne, sandalwood and something indescribable that’s only his. She must be dreaming. She read once in a magazine that dreaming appeals all your senses. She keeps her eyes closed, waiting for the sleep to take her back, but the scent is more and more intense, vivid, and it makes her shift on her side unconsciously, to have more of it. She’s not awake. She’s not sleeping. Somewhere in the middle. She lays on her side and takes a deep breathe, filling her nostrils with him. One second later, she’s wide awake. Her nose buried in the crack his neck, her arms possessively wrapped around his bare torso. Her legs hovering his. How this could have happened without she realized it? she wonders.

“You here?” she whispers, still not really self-aware

“I’m here.” he says softly. “Go back to sleep, we’ll talk tomorrow.”

She feels him nuzzling her hair deeply before she falls asleep again, wrapped in the scent of him, for real this time.

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OMG, that's so romantic!

My husband just quoted Romeo and Juliet to me as I stood on the top floor of the house and looked down on the living room.

He followed it up with “I’m not going to kill myself over you because what about the kids, but I love you to that intensity”

Chill bro. I love you too.

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Thank you! I had a great time answering 1% of your 10,000 questions. Wish I could have answered more. Next time. Thank you for participating!

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I bet she is reading all of our post so proud of herself right now...

SHE’S WATCHING US DYING

This silence, though!

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What's your favorite scent?

So many things. Rosemary, lavender, sage, rain, grass, the smell of the person you love. 

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What's your favorite scent?

So many things. Rosemary, lavender, sage, rain, grass, the smell of the person you love. 

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What's your favorite line that you said during any of the seasons of X Files?

Sure. Fine. Whatever.

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How long did it take you to master Blanche's southern accent? And what did you watch/listen to, to do so?

Not too long. There was an old recording online of a woman actually from Laurel, MS and I listened to her a lot. And I think adapted it over time. 

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Would you consider yourself optimistic, realistic or pesimistic?

All of the above at the same time. Terrible answer but I’m afraid it’s true.

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she is the queen for a reason

End of the world. Mulder and Scully are trapped in a room. What would they do?.

We be all night. Surfin’ all in this good, good. 

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What's your favourite museum in London? And what's your favourite item exposed in that museum?

Two of my favorite museums are the Foundling Museum and Wellcome Collection. The former is just a fascinating history and the latter has some of the most intriguing exhibits ranging from an exhibit on death to one on the human brain…anthropological studies. 

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is David still in the shower?

David is always in the shower. ;)

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Sorry to jump into this, but if they get confused themselves, how other people won't? a.k.a David answer about an old married couple.

Honestly, when Glen Morgan was talking about M&S, I thought he could have been talking about G&D!

It’s an incredibly fine and blurry line.

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Anything more with Sheila Larken? Gillian looks upset when that lady says "that was Sheila's last scene" /whhere she is brushing tears off David's shirt.

Some sweet footage of Gillian trying to get into the emotion of the moment with Sheila while she’s in the hospital bed.After the make-up wiping and the last day announcement, G & D both hug Sheila. G says something I can’t quite make out other than the word “Mom”. D says something like “My mother-in-law, my former mother-in-law.” to which Sheila says “See you in New York.” Then David says “I know you’re disappointed (in me?)”, Gillian laughs, and Sheila exclaims “Fox!”