Agent Mulder, I am standing 🧍♀️ out here in the rain 🌧️ and the mud looking at two graves 🪦🪦 that we dug up ⛏️ in some cemetery ⚰️✝️ ..... looking at two graves in some cemetery ⚰️✝️ that we dug up ⛏️, and we dug up someone ... someTHING ‼️where we dug up some thing, SOMEBODY 🧍♂️, some thing that I can’t explain ‼️ I’m gonna start from the top. Agent Miles ... Agent MULDER, I am standing here in the rain 🌧️ and the mud looking at two coffins ⚰️⚰️ that we ... AGENT MULDER, I am standing out here in the rain 🌧️ and the mud and the rain 🌧️ and ... the forest 🌳🌳 ... summoned 🔮 Theresa ... Nevin’s body ... Nemman’s body ... and the forest 🌳🌳 summoned 🔮 Theresa Nemman’s body into the woods 🏕️ tonight. And Theresa Nemman’s ... and the for... and the forest 🌳🌳... it summoned 🔮Theresa Nemman’s ... into ... the woods 🌳🏕️ tonight ‼️‼️‼️
i once saw a reddit thread asking what porn women like and someone answered "start the night with x files on hulu, end the night with x files on ao3" and i've never felt more seen in my life.
i fucking love how watching xfiles in order gives you such insane emotional whiplash
like for example, s1 you have ice, this amazing "the thing"-esque thriller, immediately followed by space, which is probably top ten least memorable episodes in the world. beyond the sea has so many emotional beats and insane levels of acting skill, immediately followed by fucking gender bender lmfao. the absolute mindfuck of having the duane barry/ascension/one breath trio interrupted by the 14 year old emo kid's vampiric wet dream that is 3??? unparalleled levels of unhinged decision making in that production room
anyway, i just watched colony/end game, and it ends with that poignant scene between mulder and scully in the hospital, after she put on such a demonstration of loyalty and love by ignoring his wishes and going after him and saving his life, and mulder finishes the scene by talking about how he has renewed faith in his search for truth despite his heartbreak, and it's beautiful bc in the end, isn't loyalty, love, and faith what this show is all about? -cue credits-
the undercover mission in arcadia only lasting a few days is a criminal waste of potential. lock them in those suburbs together for a month MINIMUM. slowly infiltrating the community and gathering information while trying to not go insane with the way they're Not Talking to each other.
they sleep in the same bed, share meals, spend most of their time together doing research and working on other cases—but do they talk? really talk? about the tension and the awkwardness and the way she still flinches whenever he touches her even with warning? or about the fact that no matter how hard he tries, mulder can't help but linger in her space?
it's torture, it's being locked in the basement office with him, it's watching through a glass door as diana takes his hand and smiles. it's mulder's voice saying words she cannot erase from her memory, fibreglass stuck in her capillaries.
long days of silence followed by even longer sleepless nights. scully refuses to give in and move to the guest room so whenever the dreams get to her, she's stuck in the bathroom relearning how to breathe.
despite everything, though, he's still mulder. she watches him—sunflower seeds, shitty movies, shittier jokes, a spark of warmth in his eyes—and sees him again, not a mask of apathy, and the part that misses him begins urging her back into his orbit.
neither of them ever consciously makes the decision to slowly tear down their walls and yet it happens day by day, week by week. old habits seeping through the cracks.
the first time she wears one of his sweatshirts it takes her two hours to notice and then she cannot bring herself to take it off—she's cold, that's all, she tells herself (he never asks, she never tells). mulder's hand lands on her lower back more and more frequently, and she stops flinching, allowing him to touch, to lead, to shield her from prying eyes like he's always done. he's her partner, unwavering and determined and soft.
he never forgot how she likes her coffee, that she reads the newspaper out of order, that she needs a glass of wine and a long, hot bath at least twice a week. patient and attentive and the friend she's been aching for.
it scares her shitless whenever he manages to make her laugh, the sound having become oddly foreign to her own ears. scully's afraid of the air vibrating in her lungs and the lightness in her head, the way she can forget about everything for a moment. the anger doesn't disappear but it makes space for familiar fondness and the warmth radiating off of him whenever she stands too close to him which is more often than not.
eventually, they talk. awkwardly, slowly, with her voice raised and his eyes trained on her as he listens to every word. there are apologies spoken for things she's already forgiven him for but she needs to hear them anyway. the first time she seeks out his embrace they both cry; something breaks open and finally gets a chance to heal.
they pretend to be in love day after day until it starts feeling like the truth again. until they can finally stop pretending, one way or another.
one of the things I love most about Mulder and Scully is that she wants to get him pregnant just as much as he wants to get her pregnant
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