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In Dreamland when Scully says “I’m all a tingle…” I get seriously concerned for their safety because Mulder just stares at her for an insane amount of time. It goes past the point of being awkward and veers into ‘this guy is going to kill then both if he doesn’t at least glance at the road…’

the real x file is that mulder has never (almost) crashed the car because he couldn't take his eyes off of scully.

skinner considers jumping out of his office window after getting a report like "automobile accident caused by scully taking off her blazer, 238 injured, 10 dead. there may have been bare calves too"

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Lmao there was no option for neither 🤣 online I’m only SUPER nerdy about the x files, which I play down IRL because I’m so nerdy about everything else and my friends don’t like the show correctly.

No see results option, I'm forcing you to perceive yourself. rb for more results plus

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This post has been living rent free in my head. DD and GA are like ‘oh plutonic coworkers, so they touch, stand close, gaze and make out with each other right?’

Please note, DD and GA had more unscripted than whatever made it into the show. God bless those horny bastards.

Chris Carter really put the two most horny people on the planet to play opposite each other and expected them to not have sexual chemistry.

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Also it's absolutely unhinged that scully uses "What? An alien implant?" as a JOKE to mulder AFTER the events of momento mori like ?? Girl ??? That alien implant caused the inoperable brain cancer that you're currently Dying Of and you're just chilling in a bar cracking jokes about it ??? I swear to God-

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I’ve got huge Revival feelings! They talk about all the different types of love that exist and Mulder and Scully actually embody most (if not all) of them in some sense. There’s plutonic love, love for mankind, family love and romantic love. I feel that it allows them to shift gears in their relationship based on their needs and the situation but there’ll always be love there.

I find it impossible to believe that Scully would leave because of Mulder’s mental illness. The man has some pretty classic bipolar episodes (between manic and depressive swings) during the series original run. The only thing that makes sense to me is that Mulder started trying to find William and Scully found out and was worried he’d be putting William in danger or just even interrupting his life. Their son is Scully’s hardline, and it makes the revival more compelling that Scully yields and asks Mulder to help her find him.

I also find it hard to believe they were separated for years, those two are overly dramatic about being apart for a few months. I love in the Revival Scully still calls him multiple times in a day and worries when he doesn’t answer (despite the fact she’s working full time).

Scully’s condo was obviously a furnished apartment with zero personal touches (no family photos even). As a navy brat they have their essentials they unpack to make their new digs theres, but somewhere along the line her essential for a home became Mulder.

I'm having revival feelings. I do kind of like how they're exploring that love is not always enough. The question of "what's stopping you two" has become "what has stopped you two." And I like how that plays with the question of what a committed relationship even is? Clearly they are in one of some kind. There is so much love between them. There is so much between them that doesn't depend on what they call it. Relationships are hard and complicated and nothing is ever guaranteed, but they are bonded for all time and that never changes. What are they? Them. They always will be. In the end love is not an unchanging, stationary object. It's motivation and a driving force and inspiration. And that's what they have always been about.

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Scully isn’t surprised to have Mulder wake her up, she doesn’t immediately recognize that she’s in a hospital bed as her first question is “what time is it?” Mulder thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world that his Scully is worried she’s running late instead of recognizing that she is in hospital.

For those of us who believe that they hooked up during the cancer arc at least once, i cite this gifset for the record! Scully’s mask is completely down and she has no qualms to Mulder waking her up, it is beyond intimate!

The X-Files 5.14 | “The Red and the Black”

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Convenient location to crime scene and suspects. Good shower pressure, however Manager did have secret peep holes to watch my partner sleep while he was wearing red his speedos. Would stay here again, 3 stars.

sometimes i wonder if scully ever leaves reviews for the motels they're staying at.

"acceptable mattress quality, nice sheets, room was burned down by an artist but otherwise okay. 3.5 stars"

"wonderful view, rustic charm, good water pressure in the shower. i was kidnapped in the middle of the night and the lock lasted a surprising amount of time before being kicked in. 4.7 stars"

she takes her field reports very seriously.

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grunkle stan: ford! you're alive! grunkle stan: and you punched me in the face, you bastard!

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Scully thought she wanted a normal life, the same things as other women her age are meant to want but her choices before the X files indicate a desire for her life to be bigger. To choose to be a Pathologist instead of a practicing doctor, she’s chosen a way for her work to be about getting justice for victims and going down a different road than being an OB/GYN or Family Doctor (which were the common medical disciplines for women).

As a scientist the X files is an amazing opportunity, the mutations and entities she experienced that stretch the bounds of existing knowledge and require her brain to work in lateral as well as rational order is extraordinary.

Scully doesn’t want an ordinary life or an ordinary love. She picks a man who commits to her with such passion and intensity that even as Partners their level of intimacy trumps anything known.

She sacrifices for this life and it is the harder of all outcomes but to know they have made a difference in the world is truly incredible. Plus sharing a bed with Mulder isn’t half bad either.

And still it’s like. Scully wants a normal life. She wants kids and a typical healthy, loving relationship. She wants candlelit date nights with a potential amore. And then she looks at the guy across from her, his two kids at home and his normal life, and the ringing phone in her hand, Mulder on the line, and chooses adventure. She chooses Mulder and his batshit ideas and the thrill of it all, even if it could mean the end of their lives and her career and whatever it is she thinks of as “normal”. She chooses the X files, and she chooses the two of them, but for Mulder the call of the unknown will always be stronger than hers. So

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everyone talks about the x files as the silly alien show but at its core, the x files is about how corrupt the government is. even mulder and scully, who are fbi agents themselves, cannot trust the government they work for because of all the lies theyve been told and all the suffering they endured at the hands of people in a position of power.

their loved ones were killed. their autonomy was taken away. their lives were nearly lost. they endured so much pain and there were times they just wanted to give up and go back to their normal lives but they knew they could never return to the lives they once lived. their family members will not be by their side. their health will never be the same. they will still remember every trauma they experienced.

quitting their search for the truth would mean allowing people in a position of power to continue lying, to continue hurting others. it means letting them win. and neither mulder nor scully could allow that to happen, not after everything they went through.

i dunno it just makes me so emotional because they lost so much. they have found out the most horrifying truths, have experienced things they will never truly heal from, and yet they have to persist through their pain. they need to because they are the only people who have ever gotten close to the truth. they are the only people who could possibly make sure nobody else suffers the way they did. its not even just the idea of justice for what they themselves went through, its a search for the truth for every person who had suffered. for every person who was betrayed by the government just as they had been.

to scully, its justice for the hundreds of women who were abducted and tested on alongside her, the hundreds of women who died from cancer given to them without their consent. for mulder its justice for the kids who suffered just like his sister, a little girl who was taken along with other children, their lives taken from them before they could ever really live. for both of them, its justice for every person who went missing and returned home, speaking of every horrible thing done to them and only getting laughed at and called crazy. its justice for the indigenous people who had their autonomy taken away, given diseases and tested on and killed off by the government, communities left in ruins as their suffering was ignored. its justice for the families who had loved ones taken from them, who never got answers and never got to know what happened. justice for every life lost at the hands of a government who could not care less.

its never just the personal trauma they experienced but the fact that so many other people suffered. they seek the truth for all of those people, even at the risk of their own lives being taken in the process.

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i really want someone who’s never seen the x files to look at these promotional photos and then try to guess what the show is about

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I knew about pusher but the other ones are awesome!!!

OK I see in Three Words where Scully might be mouthing "It's yours." That was awesome! Thanks for mentioning that! Where in Fight The Future does Mulder say I love you?

OK: I’m DYING about this post I made coming back after like, almost 2 years! I made it right after I discovered the X-Files fandom on Tumblr (and tumblr in general) and I was so excited that this was basically me:

This post is so damn giddy and embarrassing but it’s reminding me of that enthusiasm (also Pre-learning that almost everyone hates IWTB–I didn’t at this point) and I am living! LOL

As per Scully: I actually did a blind test where I showed my husband and 2 other girlfriends who do not watch the show those few seconds and only those few seconds. Each one easily identified the words “It’s yours.” Now whether that was Gillian or Scully, scripted or not, she says it and no one can convince me otherwise.

The rest of the quotes are definitely open to interpretation. In Fight the Future, Mulder shakes his head quickly and mutters something immediately after Scully says, “I had you big time.” I’ll leave that one up you to decide ;). 

Additionally: These 2 other secret-words-happy-little-head-canons came to my attention after this post and they could be (in my mind are) more Mulder ‘I love you’ s:

Pusher:

And Deadlive:

Conspiracies within conspiracies, I tell you. 

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I think the reason Scully mistrusts Skinner and keeps more of a distance than Mulder did was a tactic by the show to avoid any inference of sexual tension between the two. Ultimately backfired and Skinner and Mulder ended up in a bromance.

enough about Mulder & Scully, we don’t talk enough about the raw sex appeal of Walter Skinner

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obsessed with that bit in wetwired when they both turn up to the suspect's house and scully's being all professional doing her Government Job™️ and she looks out the window and mulder's just there fucking climbing a telegraph pole

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(if you are accepting prompts!) what iffffff you wrote a soft gentle little fic in which Scully has a spectacularly unlovely head cold and after some grouching Mulder looks after her? There are so many moments of peril on x files that sometimes it’s nice when the enemy is just a simple rhinovirus, lol.

He doesn’t even attempt to make it himself. Calls ahead to Loeb’s with his order, which he accepts from a stylish young Mexican man whose name tag reads Pierre.

“A sheynem dank,” Mulder says, echoing the grandmother who called Samantha a shaineh maideleh.

Pierre nods. “Bitte, baby,” he says. “De nada.”

***

Mulder clomps up her stairs with Puritan determination. He feels that since he did not cook the food himself he must exert some other effort for it. His soul is at eternal war with itself.

He doesn’t knock; lets himself in with the Home Depot key Scully had made for him around the time that Tooms wanted into her pants for all the wrong reasons. It sticks a little still, even after so many years. He’s rarely had to use it - when aren’t they together?

A hacking noise from her bedroom, something wet being coughed. Spat.

Mulder helps himself to a bowl, a plate, a spoon.

“I’b arbed,” she rasps from down the hall. “I’b a Federal Agent.”

“Don’t shoot,” Mulder calls back, hunting down a napkin. “I am a poor boy from a poor family.” Her mother wears Revlon and his wears Guerlain.

He tips some soup and two of the matzo balls into a bowl, wedges one of the challah rolls next to it. He puts the leftovers in the fridge.

Mulder carries the plate down the hall, the nearly-full bowl sloshing dangerously atop.

He enters Scully’s bedroom. She’s been upgrading over the past couple of years, replacing her IKEA basics with good secondhand finds in cherry and walnut. The candle she’s lit smells like white flowers with thick, creamy petals.

Scully is tucked into bed like an Austen heroine, all delicate pallor and genteel unhappiness. Her nose is pink-tipped and raw, hair in a ponytail. She’s wearing a gray sweatshirt instead of her usual pajamas.

Mulder sets the food down on her nightstand, next to a vase of dried roses and her Yaqui slide holster. A speed loader. There’s a well-framed Monet print over the bed.

Pat Conroy’s Beach Music is open face down on her lap, surrounded by crumpled tissues. She doesn’t look happy to see him, her purple-shadowed eyes narrowing a bit.

“Go away,” she says. Sneezes.

“Brought you some soup,” he says, unnecessarily. Points at it, also unnecessarily.

“Bulder,” she sniffs. “Go hobe. I don’t like being fussed over. I hab a cold, dot Ebola.”

“Too bad,” he says. “I’m going to. Do you have Vick’s Vapor Rub? You really should have Vick’s Vapor Rub.”

She closes her eyes. Pinches the bridge of her nose, centering herself. “It’s dot your fault I’b sick,” she says, looking back over at him after a moment.

“I dragged you into the woods again. You fell down a hole full of corpses! You’ve been in remission for like…twenty minutes.” He jabs the spoon at her.

She rolls her eyes. “You don’t get a cold frob being in the woods. Or frob being chilly. You get a cold frob a virus.”

He feigns outrage. “Excuse me, but are you contradicting noted excellent mother-slash-world-class-epidemiologist Doctor Teena Mulder MD?”

This sends Scully into a flurry of coughing. She swats at him in annoyance. “Ugh,” she says at last. “You see why I can’t hab you here, you’re a lousy durse.”

Mulder takes her hand, pale as a kid glove. He shoves the spoon into it, squeezes her fingers about the handle. “Eat the soup or I’m calling your mom. I’m calling BILL.”

She narrows her eyes again. “You wouldn’t.”

“I think you’re well aware that I’m capable of being overly dramatic when the wind is southerly and the fancy strikes.” He holds the plate before her like an offering to a goddess.

Scully considers him. “You did get us out ob the teabwork sebidar,” she observes. “Techdically.”

“I did,” he agrees.

“You bade be sing,” she adds. Reproachful.

He grins. “The angels all were singing out of tune, And hoarse with having little else to do, Excepting to wind up the sun and moon, Or curb a runaway young star or two.”

Scully looks at the spoon in her hand for the first time, as though wondering how it got there.

“Byron,” she says, a little smile. She picks up the roll, examines it. Peers at the soup. Sneezes again. “Mad, bad, and dangerous to know.”

“Caroline Lamb,”Mulder replies. He doesn’t point out that Caroline Lamb had been Byron’s lover, that she’d sent him a clipping of her pubic hair in the mail. He certainly doesn’t think of the juncture between Scully’s thighs at all, whether it matches the drapes, whether it tastes like kettle corn and Vineyard whitecaps in July. Lobster rolls and saltwater taffy.

He’d meant it, about the sleeping bag. He wishes there had been a sleeping bag and he is so, so grateful there was no sleeping bag.

Scully sniffles again, defeated. “You got be batzo ball soup?”

He thumbs an escaped tendril of hair back from the sweep of her extraordinary cheekbone.

“I did,” he murmurs back. He sets the plate down between them. He peels the roll open, yeasty and fragrant, and dunks it into the golden broth.

He raises it to her mouth.

Scully sucks at it, draws it past her lips. She bites. Chews, swallows. She holds his eyes with hers. She catches an escaped droplet with her tongue.

“Good,” she mumbles. Watches him dip the dry part back into the bowl. “Thank you.”

He feeds her another bite. Her mouth opens like a snapdragon, like an oyster in the tide. She drops her gaze this time. Her guard.

They complete the entire roll this way, and one matzo ball. Silent, slurpy. Scully’s lids droop, her lashes brushing her cheeks.

“Sleepy,” she mumbles, curling onto her side. Her paperback falls to the floor.

Mulder returns the food to the night table. He strokes her hair until she’s out cold, snoring a little. He curls into the bed as well, his nose to hers. He touches her philtrum with his pointer finger. He traces the tender pink whelk of her ear.

They sleep for hours until she coughs awake, gasping, her thin chest heaving. Mulder rubs circles between her scapulae.

“Go hobe,” she says, knees drawn, leaning against his chest. “You deed to sleep.”

He puts his arms around her, drops a kiss on her tangled head. “Okay,” he agrees.

She’s out again in moments. He holds her upright until he drifts off as well.

They sleep until morning. He feeds her soup for breakfast, calls into work with a case of Ebola.

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I love how pissy Scully gets when she’s wet

One Son//6x12

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It’s not just me, but Diana and CSM totally had a lot of chemistry right?! I always assumed they’d slept together and felt like it was heavily implied but maybe that’s just me?