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fox mulder in kitten
the famious line. I love these two so much and even though my project is coming to an end I still wanna draw more scenes of these two. Maybe after a break I’ll do season two
Okay someone please explain why
...That bit at the very end of tonight’s episode where Scully opens the door and Mulder is standing there, waiting for her, knowing that she was going to come to him, looking at her and radiating love and wanting her as much as (if not more than) she wants him is just THE HOTTEST THING EVER.
My name is Fox and this is Dana
The X Files 11x03
They always go back to the same. 25 years later.
Fox Mulder + necktie patterns [6/?]
at last, here are some more revival ties! my favourite is the one from plus one i think (bottom left corner) - lmk which one(s) you like best! :))
This is the thing to understand about The X-Files/Chris Carter
When any other writer writes an XF episode--Vince Gilligan, Glen Morgan, Darin Morgan, James Wong, literally anyone else--they write Mulder and Scully as they are. Two unique, fully fleshed out human beings with their own thoughts, feelings, dreams, histories, but whose lives have become inextricably meshed and bonded together. This is not the case, however, when Chris Carter writes an episode.
Why?
Because Fox Mulder is Chris Carter.
Or, more accurately, an extension of Chris Carter. Carter gets to play out all his fantasies through Mulder, the super intelligent FBI agent with a truckload of psychic baggage who shoots bad guys and works to unravel a global conspiracy. And Dana Scully is Carter’s über-babe, Forever loyal, always there, always willing to put up with whatever crap Mulder/Carter is pulling, willing to follow him to the ends of the earth. Willing and somehow able to be eternally fertile and carry his child, while almost totally casting aside and ignoring her own mental and emotional well-being.
How else to explain the end of the finale, which was practically verbatim exposition/dialogue from season five’s “Emily”? How else to explain Scully’s nearly absent emotional reaction to what happened to William, and Scully’s last words to him serving to validate him, his needs, his incompleteness. Scully is there to complete Mulder/Carter. Blessedly, Gillian and David are such incredible actors that we know the reverse is also true, but that is purely because of them and their chemistry, not the writing.
That’s why these “My Struggle” episodes are so frustrating. We’re on a crazy pinball ride inside the mind of Chris Carter, which pays no regard to what we as longtime fans and lovers of these characters and the show want or expect. So by the end of all this, we’re left with both unending waterfalls of frustration and happiness. The fifth struggle in this case was ours, wanting so much for Mulder and Scully, even as we’re made to sit through 58 1/2 minutes of incoherent angst just for one-and-a-half minutes of an unbelievable revelation and a hug. (Which, btw...there has to be some Fight the Future-esque outtake of Gillian and David kissing because...damn, dude.) So those are some thoughts on what went down tonight. I really do wish someone else had written this final episode, but...so it does go...
Nuclear Apocalypse: *happens* The World: *is a barren wasteland* The Sun: *falls out of the sky* All Life on Earth: *is extinguished for eternity*
Me: *still not over the Mulder/Scully bed scene and sexcapades in The X-Files Season 11 episode "Plus One."*