the voice of your eyes is deeper than all roses

* Gillian Anderson * XFiles * Archaeology * Art * Genealogy * Randomness * Poetry

[lottienats]

GILLIAN ANDERSON as DANA SCULLY The X Files, ‘The Field Where I Died’

[goldensunset]

[its-sweet-like-cinnamon]

X-FILES Teliko || 04.03

[katebeckets]

idiots (affectionate)・[62/?] ⤷ 3.13 — “Syzygy”

[sandersstudies]

Me: yeah I’m feeling a little down today

My husband: …would you be cheered up by a 1906 automatic pencil sharpener restoration video

[sandersstudies]

I was

[sandersstudies]

Silly me. I should have remembered that I’m on Tumblr and of course EVERYONE would be cheered up by pencil sharpener restoration. Here is the one my husband showed me.

[unfuckablebogtroll]

[sherlocking-out-loud]

things are dire on UK rn 😅

[msrlibrary]

the unfinished universe by revely 

They are in a motel flanked by a strip of video rental businesses and fast food joints. She’d driven thirty miles out of their way today to avoid staying anywhere near a pine treed forest and he’d pretended not to notice, dozing with his arm slung over his eyes and his seat laid back to take advantage of the mini sun blinds that protected the kid from glare. The car was silent - the boy apparently used to long hours in the car - or maybe he was just solitary like Scully. Mulder pinches one of the kid’s toes and listens to the hyper-quiet of the room, waiting for whatever comes next. No water running, no clothes being shed, no sound of breathing. He’d love to know what she’s doing in there and pictures her leaning against the door with her head thrown back, thinking. She’s always been a big one for thinking.

[liberalsarecool]

Cosign.

[sophsun1]

GILLIAN ANDERSON as Dana Scully

The X-Files – 3.04: Clyde Bruckman's Final Repose

[winding-maze]

"Blackbird" - personal work, inspired by my hometown. Blackbirds are my favourite - they sing so beautifully.

[moinsbienquekaworu]

@zeawesomebirdie

[animentality]

[totallysilvergirl]

It's exasperating and also a predictable downstream effect of the routine devaluation of whatever activities are associated with women's recreation, pleasure, and joy

[wardengrill]

Deadloch 2.06

[relatablepicturesofscully]

[reynard61]

Let's ambush mama! 😼

[dvandom]

"Why do Pallas cats always look grumpy?"

"Pallas kittens."

[waywardmartian]

The sheer roundness of this kitten must be admired.

[swallowedabug]

Deadloch 1.08 (2023)

[glumshoe]

I’m suddenly laughing at the idea of a cliche noir detective story written in the brutally concise style of Hemingway.

A woman walked into my office. She had legs. I noticed her legs. “I have a problem. I need your help,” she said. They always said that. I knew her legs weren’t the problem. I hoped she might want my help with them anyhow.

[glumshoe]

“Can you pay?” I asked. Of course she could. Her shoes were worth more than my rent. She could pay. “I can pay,” she said. Her eyes were wet. I wondered if anything else was wet. Probably not. I am not handsome. Not since the war. She was looking at my scar. Lots of people do. Most look away. Not her. She did not look away. She looked at my scar and I looked at her legs. There were two of them. I liked that about her. I liked that a whole lot. “Will there be danger?” I asked. There always is. This city bleeds danger, then drinks it right back up again.

[glumshoe]

“I’m afraid there might be danger,” she said. She had the voice of a beautiful woman. She also had the face and body of a beautiful woman. She was beautiful.

The light from the window was striped. It made stripes on my cigarette smoke. The end of my cigarette crumbled into ash. My marriage had also crumbled into ash.

“I can handle danger,” I said. I patted the butt of my gun. My gun was a Colt. My gun and my scar were all that was left from my time as a soldier. My gun, my scar, and the nightmares. I looked her up and down. “I am good at handling things.”

[glumshoe]

“It’s about my husband. He’s gone missing.”

She was not wearing a ring. It means something when a woman does not wear a wedding ring. Usually, it means that she is not married. “Seems your ring has also gone missing,” I said. I hoped her dress would join it.

Her red mouth curved upwards. She was smiling a little. “I don’t wear it outside. A diamond that large would only invite trouble.”

“In my experience, trouble doesn’t wait for an invitation.” I looked at her legs again. They were both still there. “When did you last see your husband?”

[nmbrs]

fuck it, i'm curious. reblog and tag with the first fictional death to ever rewrite your brain chemistry and/or make you cry like a baby. mine was ares from the underland chronicles (who, for context, was a giant bat.) to this day i will weep if i think too hard about it. okay, go.