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i’m a little late to the party, but happy 30th #thexfiles 🛸
9 people you want to get to know better
Thanks so much for the tag @randomfoggytiger
Currently reading: recently picked up Before the Coffee Gets Cold by Toshikazu Kawaguchi (coffee + time travel, what’s not to love)
Last song: Coming Up by Paul McCartney (just a really fun song, goofy music video)
Currently watching: not a TV series but I’ve been watching The Casual Criminalist on YouTube (not super in to true crime, so not sure why)
Next on my watchlist: the new season of What We Do In The Shadows, also kinda wanna see that new Agatha Christie movie with Tina Fey
Current fic: nothing current as of yet, but just recently finished In The Watchfires of a Hundred Circling Camps by @cthene (really love the writing and characterizations!) Also alien!Mulder is easily one of my favorite tags/topics/thing
Current obsession: hmmm TXF aside, nothing really sticks out - I do really enjoy music (who doesn’t) and games, but nothing specific comes to mind that occupies a huge chunk of my time (such a blah answer, I know!)
Soooo many people I’d like to know, I’m definitely more of a silent observer, but greatly enjoy and always look forward to meeting fellow Philes (and of course just people in general) ☺️
The X-Files: Son of Egypt
First fic of all time (barring dabbles in my younger years off the internet that don't count.)
All credit goes to @television-overload's intriguing idea-- Samantha adopts and raises William Mulder-Scully (post here)-- with a Prince of Egypt-esque twist~.
A recent cartoon for New Scientist
thanks @milocki for the tag!!
last song: sound life - L.E.M
last movie: lord of the rings - the return of the king
currently watching: trigun 98 but w/ dub this time instead of sub (rewatch)
currently reading: our wives under the sea by julia maxfield (and also trigun maximum)
currently craving: any kind of tea
last thing i researched: how to make an efficient relational database schema using orm (for school). rpi stuff, bugs in video games, and how to write a good story (for fun, i've been getting back into writing recently)
some tags:
@arsonistcryptid @bluescreening @wallf1ower @funnyunnie @annoyingbasementphantom @candidateofloyalty @asushunamir2051 @elu-xx @a-fox-studies + uhhh anyone who wants to join in ig?
Thank you for the tag!!!
last song: (i'm listening to the radio rn) How deep is your love by Calvin Harris and Disciples
last movie: Guardian of the Galaxy 3
currently watching: school of chocolate veeeery slowly
currently reading: multiple things at a time without finishing anything except fanfics
currently craving: a straw to sip my water bc it's 🌈cool🌈
last thing i researched: how to change images with a button on android studio & "color with shortest name" (yk, for science)
Tags:
@the-doctor-the-captain-and-me @queen-of-meows @whovianelle @deletedg1rl + anyone else :)
Thank you so much for the tag @elu-xx!
Last song: Put Your Records On by Corinne Bailey Rae , because I was doing a quiz with my grandparents and one of the questions was about it
Last movie: Oppenheimer
Currently watching: The X-Files and The Fall
Currently reading: L’étranger and Der Vorleser for school (supposedly), otherwise I’m in a huge reading slump excluding fanfic (I’m about to start the Chili’s fanfic, iykyk)
Currently craving: a hug from @jodipwhittagill
Last thing I researched: how to change my ao3 username, because one of my online friends found my account!
Tags (no pressure): @xxsksxxx, @oliviasdehavillands, @ellivia, @badxwolf, @beccawho99, @barn-in-the-desert
Thank you so much for the tag @whovianelle 💕
Last song: Our Last Summer by ABBA because I’ve been in an ABBA mood recently.
Last movie: Barbie
Currently watching: The X-Files (I’m ALWAYS watching the x-files but I've rejoined the rewatch server again so it's going to be a full rewatch once more) and a Rizzoli & Isles rewatch. I have no explanation for that except I stumbled upon an old episode and was drawn in again.
Currently reading: No Mercy by Joanna Schaffhausen
Currently craving: some energy so I can do something productive.
Last thing I researched: How ice preserves evidence (I've been reading a story where that happens and I got really curious).
Tags (no pressure): @queerrocket @baronessblixen @wexleresque @chooselove727 @randomfoggytiger @sandymans-world + anyone who wants to join in
Thanks for the tag~!
Last song: If I Never Knew You (editing an amv)
Last movie: ...Uhhhhhhh... Return to Me?
Currently watching: The Beauty and the Beast 1987 (loving it so much); X-Files (always); and.. I think that's it.
Currently reading: Chugging away at Nan Dibbles content, assorted new XF fic authors (avoiding large Gossamer projects), and a couple assorted various-stages-of-tbr books.
Last thing I researched: FET IVF and 90s/now pregnancy and flying restrictions (IVF meta post.)
Tags: All of them (no pressure "hello" if this isn't your thing or if you've already done this~) @dd-is-my-guiltypleasure, @welsharcher, @baronessblixen, @agent-troi, @suitablyaggrieved, @annablume, @spidey-is-tired, @cecilysass, @enigmaticdrblockhead, @cyb3rpeach, @frogsmulder, @tossingmyglossymane, @paperheartsarts, @freckleslikestars, @mollybecameanengineer, @living-in-unreality, @jessahmewren, @aloysiavirgata, @im-a-goddamn-cat, @imnotyogi, @marinas5099, @mariaann, @kiivitaja, @scullys-scalpel, @agentwhalesong, @akiplo, @frangipanidownunder, @opentheskies, @ghostbustermelanieking, @gaycrouton, @greycoupon, @greekowl87, @herdingcats12, @hamster-on-fire, @kateyes224, @kyouryokusenshi, @leiascully, @lokisgame, @mldrgrl, @lilydalexf, @lolcat76, @nostalgicphile, @o6666666, @perpetually-weirdening, @perplexistan, @peachlavalamp, @redteekal, @rae-noelle, @scullysflannel, @wexleresque
Thanks @randomfoggytiger for the tag!
Last song: The One to Love You - The Lifelike Mix by Howard Jones
Last movie: Dungeons & Dragons
Currently watching: just finished the second season of Good Omens
Currently reading: …textbooks… (but the last actual fun reading was Winterset Hollow by Jonathan Edward Durham)
Currently craving: hobnobs
Last thing I researched: black holes
Tag: the universe!
FAVORITE FILMS - CLUE (1985)
🔥 🔥 🔥
“Complete”
These two seldom get any moments of warmth and peace, I’m here to remedy that.
Thanks for the tag @massiveharmonytiger !!
Rules: Tag 10 of your comfort shows, then tag 10 people
In no particular order (and I’m probably forgetting something major)
1. Sherlock BBC
2. Atypical
3. Heartstopper
4. New Girl
5. Criminal Minds
6. Sex Education
7. Stranger Things
8. Great British Bake Off
9. The Office
10. The Good Place
No pressure Tagging: @whovianwholikesgirls @itsfreakingbats @wheredidthepartygo-mp3 @quevadilla @mydumbmouthtoyourdeafear @thebewingedjewelcat @henrysglock @hunter-sylvester @hewasanamericangirl @nasa-peepoe23
Jay tagged all my people except @residentdormouse and @whovianelle so I’m just gonna start listing to see if I even have ten let’s see how this goes
Doctor Who
Criminal Minds
The Golden Girls
Heartstopper
Stranger Things
Bridgerton
Orphan Black
Queer Eye
The Good Place (Jay don’t kill me I haven’t finished it yet)
Reba
Omg for someone who doesn’t watch a lot of TV I made a list!! I had to dig deep for the last three lol
Thank you so much for the tag!!
1. The X-Files (even though I haven’t finished it yet!)
2. Doctor Who
3. Killing Eve
4. One Day at a Time
5. Sex Education
6. Anne with an E
7. The Haunting of Bly Manor
8. Brooklyn Nine Nine/The Good Place (they go together for me)
9. Call My Agent
10. Merlin
11 (because I’m indecisive). A League of Their Own
Honourable mentions to What We Do in the Shadows, Good Omens, Pose, and The Fall, which I’m not completely caught up on yet so I felt weird saying as my main choices.
Tags (no pressure!): @ayphyx, @cyb3rpeach, @randomfoggytiger, @queen-phalange, @tiredactivist, @kiivitaja, @agent-troi, @andcrsnn, @teenie-xf, @liliean, @jodipwhittagill
Thanks for the tag, @whovianelle!
I don't have too many comfort shows, but I'll improvise~.
The X-Files
Robin Hood BBC (the first to mid of S2, really)
Getting into The Beauty and the Beast 1987, so that as well~
Anything Scooby Doo. What a grand time.
Do miniseries count?
Pride and Prejudice 1995
Pride and Prejudice/Sense and Sensibility/Persuasion-- the inferior 80s versions
Martin Chuzzlewit 1994-- it's amazing and hilarious
Little Dorrit (recent series)
Jane Eyre (Tobey Stephens version)
And... I'm thinking about getting into:
Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel
Tagging anyone who wants to join along~ (but to throw some out there: @welsharcher, @agent-troi @baronessblixen, @suitablyaggrieved, @scullys-scalpel, @spidey-is-tired, @enigmaticdrblockhead, @captainsugarcane, @ragnarockz, @samucabd, @teenie-xf, @cyb3rpeach, @kiivitaja, etc.~)
Thanks so much @randomfoggytiger for the tag! Hmmm, this was trickier than I’d thought:
1. The X-Files
2. Midsomer Murders
3. Golden Girls
4. Seinfeld
5. Bob’s Burgers
6. GBBO
7. Nailed It
8. Trigun
9. Futurama
10. King of the Hill
I’d also just like to add my comfort movie is The Thing (1982) 🥰
I tag…everyone!
Rating: Mature
word count: 1203
Timeless Flight
For Fox Mulder, the silence was the worst part.
At least when the experiments began, the pain diverted his attention away from the broken and fragmented memories he was attempting to resurrect in his mind. They were the parts of himself he did not want to lose. Moments that flashed into his mind and then vanished as quickly as they appeared.
Memories of her.
His partner.
His Scully.
***
The room was dark and cold, and while he couldn't see, he knew he wasn't alone. They were there. Most times, the pain was so intense that he would pass out, only to be jolted awake by his captors. When he was in the chair, they invaded his mind—what he had left of it. They would pull out memories only to return them in pieces, like shattered glass.
He tried hiding his thoughts; he would think about baseball box scores. Numbers and statistics about players—their names, their averages—worked most of the time. It was the only control he had left.
Most of the time....
Finish reading on ao3
from twitter user deejaygeejaygee
it just gets better
and better
thanks for the tag @ivystoryweaver!
Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote and tag as many people as there are words.
This will be short and sweet! LOL
---"Welcome to the Resistance, Rey."
Tagging (sorry if you've already been tagged): @campingwiththecharmings, @the-little-ewok, @romanarose, @agent-troi, @seleneisrising
thanks for the tag!🫶🏻
Mulder kissed her again before resting his forehead against hers. “I guess we should.”
tagging @tofuttim @mollybecameanengineer @katy-kt-katie @welsharcher @randomfoggytiger @incidental-ao3 and i can’t think of any more people lol so anyone else who wants to do this
Hey, thanks for the tag, fellow Fox Mulder Singleton Club member! :DDDD
(I don't do fanfic; but maybe my metas count? I'll look up the last one I did, brb.)
"It’s not until she’s given up completely in Redux II that Scully finally learns the lessons thrust upon her in the cancer arc (as All Things finally teaches her the lessons she’d stumbled over in Never Again and Milagro.)"
o.o Okay, then.
tagging @baronessblixen, (stealing your @welsharcher), @suitablyaggrieved, @paperheartsarts, @mollybecameanengineer, @amplifyme, @settle-down-frohike, @cyb3rpeach, @medicaldoctordana, @cecilysass, @starwalker42, @dreamingofscully, @thatfragilecapricorn30, @scullyeffect, (and I saw your fic temptation @waiting-for-the-day, consider this Michaelangelo's finger of God pointing upon you... what, was that Michaelangelo? *shrugs*) @aloysiavirgata, @smalldisbeliever, @piecesofscully, @freckleslikestars, @admiralty-xfd, @scully-loves-ruthie, @agentmulderrp, @monikafilefan, @ghostbustermelanieking, @contrivedcoincidences6, @postmodernpromartheus, @thescullyphile, @unremarkable-house, @darwin-xf, @greekowl87, @perpetually-weirdening, @perplexistan (if you want~), @sarie-fairy, @gabby-msr, (and @enigmaticdrblockhead if you still want to participate~)
If everyone tagged thinks "...nah", then consider this an enthusiastic hello~.
Thanks so much @randomfoggytiger for the tag! ❤️
Last posted fic line: “I’m not a demon, I’m Fox Mulder.”
Last written, unposted fic line: “But they're not, they're just empty dolls.”
Looking Forward to the Abyss
(I felt inspired to write a spooky XF mini-fic for Halloween. Apologies.) @xffictober2022
SUMMARY:
A case gone wrong.
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She knew. She’d known for a while now, but it seemed she grew tired of waiting for him to prove her wrong and decided to take the initiative.
His former self would’ve probably found this amusing. To be honest, his current self did a bit as well: ‘a fox, a Maggie, and a priest walk into a bar…’
But to be honest, he was more annoyed than anything else. He never could stand religion, and yes he now acknowledged the hypocrisy that his faith in ‘the truth’ was without a doubt a warped sense of religion for him, and he surmised that it was that part of him that understood and at times appreciated Scully’s conflicted nature; both the scientist and the catholic. But still, this was different; a feeble attempt at an exorcism he would guess.
Sorry Mrs. Scully, I skipped on lunch today so no green vomit I’m afraid.
He was; however, not annoyed by their expressions. Similar to prey in the near clutches of a predator, perhaps they could see the error, the miscalculated step they had made.
His eyes, non-blinking since all three joined together in the room, held little glimmer of light, only shadows of a forgotten, ancient, abyss. While he couldn’t bring himself to smile at the absurdity, he could feels the edges of his lips curl back away from his teeth in a snarl. Then as quickly as what little emotion he felt enter his mind and body, it quickly evaporated.
“Do you know what hell is?” His voice soft, but with a textured quality to remove any pretext of sincerity. He watched their shocked faces become somewhat perplexed, but didn’t wait for a response.
“No you don’t. You think hell is fire and brimstone. A place where ‘bad people’ go and pay for their sins. Where horned figures wrapped in red flesh dance as the damned scream in agony.
“It’s not that. I know, I’ve been there. Many times in fact. Hell…is everywhere. Hell is an abyss, devoid of light, heat, cold, love…of anything really. Hell is your darkest fears made into reality, where your nightmares are your only source of comfort, and where your mind is warped and shredded to the point where there is no hope of regaining your sanity.
“People think when you die, you go to heaven or hell. But people never think about what happens if you come back.
“Well, Mrs. Scully…I do. Because I did die, on a case. They killed me, and they foolishly thought to bring me back. They were religious too…although…”
He couldn’t help but smile now. It was a joke and he knew the punchline. How could he not smile.
“They worshipped a different entity, I’m sure you can guess who based on our meeting. But when they brought me back, I was different, that’s how they wanted it. You see,”
His voice had taken on an odd and out-of-place jovial quality now. His affect seemed to lift and brighten; it really was a good story after all.
“I think, they were trying to summon a demon, but…they actually brought ‘me’ back. Not that they knew. I was different. At first I didn’t know who, or what I was. A monstrosity, they hid beneath the floors in the basement. When they could they’d bring in someone, maybe two. With each person I consumed, I gained a larger understanding as to who I was.
“As I feasted on their corpses my body and my mind shaped back into something more familiar. But it only made it worse, I wanted to be myself again, but it came at the cost of devouring another. With a Joe, I could walk again. A Susan, speak. A Dana…”
He paused and his face fell. This was the hardest part of the story, even if it did have a happy ending.
“I was so close, so close to being me again. But they brought her. I couldn’t do it! I couldn’t!!!! But the darkness inside me could. I begged to God to kill me and to save her, I begged to my captors to let her go and that I would take double, no triple, the lives if they would just let her go. But their response was silence.
“Except for her. She didn’t believe it at first, of course not. But she saw the scrawled markings and warnings laid by my previous victims: to hide before sundown. Before I changed. Before I slaughtered them.
But there was nothing she could do. Initially she tried to find an opening, some way for us to escape. And in that process found a video recorder, apparently one of my former victims was on vacation and was recording their trip. And in their desperation, must’ve recorded their final moments… She saw it… I saw it…
“Despair. That’s what I think hell is. And that’s where we were. I didn’t know what else to do, but she did, she always knew. She sat me down and held me in her arms. Sobbing and stroking my hair, she said she loved me. And I loved her. That’s why, I did what I did.
“Yes Mrs. Scully, I killed your daughter. I tore into her flesh and consumed her mind, body, and soul.”
He saw their faces twist and contort into confused horror, but again he refused to wait for their response.
“But unlike the others, when I was done and I came back and those fools released me… I prayed… one last time… This time, my prayer was answered. He brought her back, all I had to do was sacrifice my captors in His name, which I was all to happy to do. And I have to say, their flesh was incredible.”
He couldn’t help but lick his lips.
“And as promised, she was back. But even better, she had no memories of what happened and no hint illness or disease in sight. I can’t count how many people I killed that night, or since then, if I’m being perfectly honest. And I don’t regret it…not one bit.
“But by all means Mrs. Scully and Father…I’m sorry I didn’t get your name; by all means sing your hymns, say your prays, perform your exorcisms…it won’t work. I’m not a demon, I’m Fox Mulder.”
Mountains Crumble to the Sea
If the sun refused to shine,
I would still be loving you.
It’s getting harder now, but I’m amazed I made it this far. The tests, so many tests. This last one has proven to be too much, I think even they sense that now, as they’ve stopped their tests and their cold observations. I’ve been here before; not here, but here: on the cusp of death. This time though, this time is different. In the beginning I though otherwise, but I understand now that there will be no savior or miracle to save me.
Savior. Save me. But I’m too far gone for any of that, not that I really would believe in that sort of thing. Maybe believe isn’t the right word //you say you want to believe, but in what?// No, no I do believe in many things. I believe in hope and resilience, in determination, and in love. I didn’t always believe in these things, but you showed me //you were my friend and you showed me the truth.//
I can feel the pools of regret drowning my eyes, blurring my vision, not that it will last, none of this will But still, thank you. Thank you for allowing me to believe in these things again, but more importantly believe in you. My faith is in you, I suppose that’s why I’m doing this: praying, to you, for you. Anything for you, because I wasn’t able to before.
Regret. I have so much. I should’ve memorized every curve, every line, everything, but it’s hard, it’s so damn hard to remember these things now. It’s hard to breath and even harder to focus. Is this what it feels like to die? I’ve been here before- no wait, you already know that. God, I’m scared.
God?
//God is a spectator-//
Ah, right, I remember. Is He watching, are You watching, is anyone watching? //He just reads the box scores.// Baseball, I loved- no love, baseball; I’m not dead yet.
But I can’t remember and it hurts. I can’t remember what your voice sounds like, it hurts so much. I can’t remember what anything sounds like. All I can hear, is pounding in my head. Loud and slow, once methodical but now erratic.
What will happen to me after this?
I want to believe that, that… I can’t remember…
//Maybe they are souls-// I remember now //traveling through time as starlight, looking for homes.//
I know you thought I was crazy then, but really as a scientist, I’d think this would be one idea you would believe too. Well, at least the principle. We as humans, made from the stars, and once dead return to them, return home. It…sounds nice.
I wonder where you are right now? I wonder if you wonder where I am. I wonder…wonder…won…
I can’t remember what I was thinking. I’m terrible at this, but I know you’ll understand, you always did. Even when I couldn’t. You always put me above you. But why? Am I worth such mercy? And what now? All those times, all those sacrifices, for me a dead man.
I think my prayer is working, the pain isn’t bothering me as much. What initially felt like suffocation now feels like slumber. But I can’t sleep, not yet- I’ll be a good boy and finish my prayers mommy.
Mommy?
Nope she’s gone. Daddy too. Little sis…she left along time ago. Now it’s just me, all alone.
I don’t feel cold anymore, but not warm either.
I hope you know…how much I loved you then, how much I love you now. It was so brief, our time together now we’re apart. Now I’m alone. I think it would be nice to not be alone. Are you alone? It would be nice, to be with you. If I had something I could give I’d be with you, but I don’t have anything left to give.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry if you’re alone. I’m sorry I never told you, told you…I can’t remember, I can’t think. I can’t, I can’t I cant cantcantcant
im sorry…i love you…
my mind…my world…is fading…into darkness
But if I think of you, then you’re here. If I speak to you then I’m not alone.
Mountains crumble to the sea, There would still be you and me.
Darkness (brief)
On the third day Christ rose; I came back on the fifth, semi-lucid and somehow feeling more fucked than before I had lapsed into the medication-induced coma.
I’m like a damn switched on lightbulb that’s flickering about to burn out. Burning hotter and hotter, until it dies or blows a fuse.
I’ve heard the we’re made from the stars, but fuck. I feel like I’m falling down to earth and floating up to the heavens at the same time.
I’m tempted to blame someone but I can’t. My training exposed me to this, but like most things I chose to ignore it. I remember her saying something to me long ago, when we first met, when she was a spy and not a companion, that I’m often blinded by what I want to see and not with what’s actually there.
My god, am I dying or am I coming back to life?
Ascension
There are 3 classes in this world, this new world. Class H, Class H-, and of course Class A. In this society only two classes matter. In any system there’s a hierarchy, I’m told it’s just the nature of man. Not that I’d know, or at least not fully. I suppose I should explain.
Class H stands for ‘humans.’ Class H- technically means ‘human-less,’ although a long time ago we were referred to as ‘hybrids.’ Yes, I said ‘we’ because that’s what I am. I am ‘human-less’ or as some would say ‘less than human.’ As you can probably guess, Class H is the top of the hierarchy. And the bottom? Class A, ‘alien.’ As I said, in this society only Class H and Class H- have any real value, Class A is more or less an identification warranting capture and elimination: a death sentence. They are also our fathers.
Of course, if you really want to get down to the nitty gritty of it there are numbers attached to the two classes. I’ve never paid much mind to the numbers associated to those of Class H, mostly because it doesn’t matter to me. Regardless of the number they are of a higher status. For us, Class H-, there are only two numbers: 0 and 1.
Those who are 0, ‘zeros,’ are just that. They are nothing; however, as some members of Class H say, we are a vast mine of potential waiting to be filled. We all are ‘zeros,’ until we reach the moment when we become 1, ‘ones.’ It is when our ascension comes that we are honored as ‘ones.’
From an outsider looking in, our ascension may be viewed as rather morbid. But we’re taught to rejoice at the moment when we reach this moment in our lives. The moment when we can cast aside that which has made us ‘less than human,’ and embrace our rebirth into humanity. In reality, it is when we murder our fathers.
-x-
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