Wow! I Just Finished The Last Episode Of The Hit Tv Series The Xfiles To Ever Air, I Just Finished S8e21

60 degrees is shorts an tank top weather, come on y’all

No in between. Reblog if you vote pleas

“That leaves us with three hours- three DAYS of footage to watch to find this motherfucker” (or something like that) - David Duchovny

“Thats assuming we’re looking for a motherfucker.” - Gillian Anderson

Dana Scully Gillian Anderson iconic moments: blooper edition

I think everyone has their “this should’ve been the canonically get-together” episode, mine is Detour.

Its right after cancer arc and I don’t think they would’ve gotten together during is because there was to much of a possibility for Mulder that she would be ripped away from him and it would feel too much to Scully like he was only with her out of guilt or pity because she was sick. But in detour they’ve both already realized what they are to each other, they have all these cute moments and god the motel room scene and the scene at night in the woods- don’t even get me started!

Anyway drop your “get together episode”

I feel like i should clarify that canon would be different after this, like they definitely weren’t together yet in ftf, but if they got together in detour it would be different, y’know?

WhatifIweretosay chronic pain Scully who won’t diagnose herself because then she would have a bias and wont try to get diagnosed because she knows how this system works and Mulder who is desperately trying to get her to see a doctor but, “its not debilitating so its fine” is high key her audited

I think HCing characters with physical disabilities is good and should be done more often but whenever I do it I feel like

do you ever just randomly think of mulder holding csm at gunpoint while scully, after her abduction, is fighting for her life in a hospital bed?

do you ever just think of mulder's voice breaking when he asks "why her?"

mulder sinking to the floor in his apartment, crying?

mulder giving scully back her necklace, the cross he'd been carrying close to his heart everywhere he went?

do you ever just have feelings about them?

Okay so i recently started doing dissections in my biology class and if you’ve ever done a dissection you know that you have to flip the left and right because you are facing the specimen, which leads me to a head canon:

Scully constantly gets her left and right confused. Not when shes autopsying, thats the only time she actually knows it, but shes terrible at giving and taking directions. She’ll look at a map and tell Mulder to turn right only to realize three miles later that they were supposed to go left. Mulder will tell her the paper she’s looking for is in the pile on her left and she only looks in the right stack 1 in 3 times

Me: You know how when you were a kid and you’d wish that you’d get sick or injured in a way that would justify why you didn’t live up to your potential?

Everybody, apparently: No?

When i tell you that i rented the movie and recorded this scene on my phone so it is in my camera roll

“But you saved me! As difficult and as frustrating as it’s been sometimes, your goddamn strict rationalism and science have saved me a thousand times over. You kept me honest. You made me a whole person. I owe you everything, Scully, you owe me nothing.”

“Thank every god he doesn’t believe in” ARE YOU KIDDING ME WITH THIS SHIT (this is everything i didn’t know I needed)

One breath, but Mulder shows up in Scully's hospital room with tear tracks still drying on his face and his first real smile since she was taken. He's out of breath, probably broke several dozen traffic laws on his way back to her, but she's awake.

Not Fox, Mulder, Scully corrects her mother, and she is reaching for him before she can think better of it. His hands are warm and shaking and familiar, and he sits down next to her like she's made of glass. Like he is going to break her if he allows his fear to spill out onto the floor.

His mouth opens and closes repeatedly until he finally manages a hi, watching her lips move into a smile. hi. Mulder tentatively lifts their intertwined hands and kisses her knuckles while squeezing his eyes shut.

He wants to fall to his knees and thank every god he doesn't believe in for bringing her back to him, he wants to hold her and press her to his chest until he no longer feels empty inside, he wants to bury his face in her hair and fall asleep with her safe in his arms. At some point during the last few weeks, he must have slept, even if only for a few horrifying hours, yet all he recalls is suffocating darkness and her screams echoing in his mind.

I missed you, Mulder whispers against her skin, but she hears him—she always does.

I heard you, she responds, tugging on his hand to pull him closer. I heard you, Mulder. I felt the strength of your beliefs.

Maggie and Melissa are silently watching the exchange, but they've never cared less about prying eyes and unsatisfied curiosity. Scully's gaze catches on something, and Mulder follows it to the glinting gold cross around his neck. The chain runs through his fingers like water, thin and fragile, and the only thing that helped him stay sane enough to keep going.

Kept it safe for you, he tells her, and takes it off to fasten it around hers instead; it's finally back where it belongs. Tears burn new, glistening paths down his cheeks, and he doesn't bother wiping them away.

I was so scared. It's a confession, it's an apology, it's a promise, and he shuffles closer and closer and closer.

I was so fucking scared, Scully.

Her fingertips are cool against his flushed skin, and he closes his eyes at the contact, fearing that if he moves, she will disappear again. For so long, nothing in his life mattered more than the nebulous truth hiding the fate of his sister. Then she walked into his office with a smile and trust in her heart, and suddenly she wasn't simply helping him discover the truth—she became the truth.

Scully squeezes his hand and traces the line of his jaw, and two warm pairs of eyes look away when she tilts her head upwards, meeting Mulder in the middle as he leans in close, closer, touching.

She kisses him softly because she wants to. Because she can. Because she can taste salt, relief, and light on his tongue, a sunrise swallowed and hidden away throughout the night.

Thank you for not giving up. He couldn't have lived with himself if he had, and it's written across his face and woven into his soul. Losing her would have meant losing himself, and there is nothing that could have stopped him from following her to wherever they would have gone. Together or not at all, and he has no idea why she stayed, why she is still staying after everything he put them through.

You found me, he cannot say; you found me and brought me home. You found me and you saw me, and I don't think I will ever know why you decided I was deserving of your grace and your presence in my life.

They press their foreheads together, and a by now familiar hand lands on his shoulder as Maggie reaches for both of them—family, she had called him, over and over—and there is nothing but warmth offered to him.

Thank you for coming back.

It is entire plausible that either/both GA and DD have written and potentially published txf fanfiction