Do You Ever Start Listening To An Album And You’re Like “if Xyz Song That Hits A Little Too Close

Maybe this speaks to how much more I like dogs than people but I was way more attached to Queequeg than Emily

He was so fucking adorable are you kidding me he looked like a muppet and had more personality

spells that should be available at the discount spell shop:

water walking: the nearest bucket grows legs

summon skeleton: it’s inanimate. just some bones

shock: the spellbook is just full of dirty jokes

detect life: detects bacteria

shadow shape: your shadow takes on an interesting new shape

divine intervention: the nearest bush catches fire

mark: summons a guy called mark

Rip Dana Scully you would’ve loved Please Please Please by Sabrina Carpenter

No mulder is not red green color blind he can regularly tell the difference between red human blood and green alien blood

I’m fucking haunted by the throwaway line in Wetwired when Mulder says he is red-green colorblind. I need to know the popular consensus on this.

In no particular order (number 1-10 too keep track if how many):

1 Momento Mori

2 Triangle

3 Ascension/One Breath

3 Redux part 1 and 2

4 unruhe

5 Elegy

6 Tithonus

7 bad blood

8 Arcadia

9 young at heart

10 Wet Wired

Do people actually have lists of favorite xf episodes? Because I'm trying to think of my top ten and it's impossible.

“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.

Y’all i wanna edit msr so bad but where on i are yall getting your scenes cuz everything i try to use to Record is blocked do you have scene packs?

Now I know how Joan of Arc felt

What’s going on in the world that made so many new people start the x files recently (including myself who started it last October) where did we all come from? Does the world go to shit and our preprogrammed instinct is to go “hey alien show from the 90s!”

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Gillian Anderson in my camera roll