X-Files meanderings and other assorted stuffs

I write (mostly) X-Files fanfiction, draw anything that strikes my fancy, and am presently gimping about on a replaced knee. Yes, I have a lot of time on my hands.

[wildwingsuz]

Supernatural!

Anyone want to read a partial Supernatural story I’m working on? I really just need a character check.  10 pages. 

[emmaduerrewatson]

I am Princess Leia and Princess Leia is me. It’s like a Moebius strip tease.

[wildwingsuz]

So many feels.

[naya-kismet-blog]

“September 10th, 2013, “I don’t know whether it’s harder for me to believe that if has been two decades since we began or that it’s still going strong after two decades with fresh viewers every day around the world. “What I find most moving, aside from the persistent diehards and the protestations of ‘your show saved my life’ or ‘my marriage’ are the parents who watched it live, back in the day, introducing their kids to if as if it were a right of passage or a secret kept behind closed doors until the right moment, and.the enjoyment 30 and 40 somethings are having in the re-visiting. Like mum introducing her oldest friend who happens to be a time traveler and is giddy with excitement for their adventures ahead. Sorry, I digress. “The truth is, I am so grateful to have been a part of this groundbreaking trajectory and delighted that it still stands up against the high quality programming of today. Thank you to every last fan from all the corners of the [Earth] whether you were there with us in 1993 or are viewing for the first time in 2013. "Thank you, Chris for having the nerve and conviction to cast me. Thank you to every last crew member and writer for working relentlessly hard to make the show look and sound so good to every cast member for surviving the hours and delivering great performances and last, but not least, thank you, David, for wearing those Speedos. "Gillian AKA Dana Scully”

[wildwingsuz]

Excerpt from a Skinner POV story I’m working on

I explained about the bottles I’d found and that it was possible Mulder hadn’t known he was drinking hard liquor with his beer.  I had noticed several times during the evening he’d been carrying a red Solo cup instead of a bottle.  

 While Scully examined him I stood leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, noting how she handled and moved him with gentleness and caring.  I’d had lovers who didn’t treat me that tenderly.  

 Finally she stood upright and turned to me, looping her stethoscope around her neck.  “I don’t think it’s alcohol poisoning, though he’s obviously had far too much.  He doesn’t have any of the danger signs like turning blue, seizures, slow or irregular breathing, or low body temperature. Why don’t we get him cleaned up, and maybe moved onto your couch for the night?  If we can wake him up enough I can take him home, but I’m not sure we’ll be able to.  He’s as unconscious as if he had been given a heavy dose of prozichilaine.”

 Whatever that was. “All right, luckily my clothes should fit him,” I started to head for my closet.

 “Don’t bother, I’ve got some of his in my trunk.”  At my raised-eyebrows look she huffed and added, “We keep packed travel bags in each other’s cars, Walter.  We never know when we’ll be taking off at a moment’s notice.”

 Made sense.  “Okay, I’ll come out and get it, and then take care of him, if you want to leave.”

 “No, I’ll stay if you don’t mind.  Alcohol can continue to metabolize for several hours after consumption depending on the circumstances, so if it goes past the danger point I want to be here with him.”  She took the stethoscope off, rumpling her hair even more, and began to pack her bag. “Do you want to try and move him, so you can have your bed?”

 “No, leave him there,” I said.  “He’s fine. I’ll sleep in the guest room. Let’s get rid of the spread, though, and I have some extra blankets we can cover him with.”

(It’s almost finished, I promise.)

[perplexistan]

David and Gillian at the Fox upfronts, May 2017. 

[davidsintheshower]

What a pair of injured humans they are

[swampthingy]

Universal Monsters

[mrhenry13]

Great pics

[wildwingsuz]

I finished the Greek nymph story today.

Another excerpt from it.  Won’t publish until my beta reader rakes it over the coals.

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Scully found herself disappointed as she drove to her apartment, then scolded herself for it.  Just because they’d finally had sex didn’t mean they were joined at the hip, she thought. She was a little taken aback at how much she wanted him; she’d never been like this with a man before.  Though she’d always enjoyed sex, being with Mulder took it to a whole new level that she had never imagined.  

She had barely kicked her shoes off when a knock came at the door.  Thinking it might be her landlord, since it was almost the end of the month, Scully opened it without looking.

 Of course Mulder stood there, still in his suit and tie. “You know, Scully, since we usually—“

 He got no further before she grabbed him by the tie and dragged him inside, then kicked the door shut with one nylon-clad foot as she kissed him eagerly.  Mulder wasn’t slow on the uptake; after a surprised stumble through her doorway, he wrapped his arms around her and joined in enthusiastically.  She backed him up against the wooden credenza next to the door and went up on her tiptoes, fingers tangled in his hair and her body flush against his as their mouths and tongues explored each other.  

So much for ‘not on FBI time’, she thought absently, but didn’t really care at the moment.

 “You know, our plane leaves in two hours,” he murmured while nuzzling along her cheek when they broke the frantic kiss some time later, both panting for breath. “How about our first quickie?”

 “Sounds good to me,” she breathed, tilting her head so he could slather kisses along her neck heading downward.  In that position she could just see the clock on the stereo.  “We need to leave in half an hour, so let’s see what you can do.”

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Heh.

[wildwingsuz]

The Facebook X-Files Writer’s Guild Fanfiction Contest

You saw that right.  Come join us, and give it your best shot.  (Yes, you have to join the group.)

https://www.facebook.com/groups/779354792141178/

[mulderscullyinthetardis]

Hold this gun - busy kicking ass.

- - Gillian Anderson:  Mum, Actress, Activist, Writer, Producer, Director, Dark Chocolate Lover, does her own stunts

[wildwingsuz]

Bad. Ass.

[youokay-mulder]

hoo boy.

[wildwingsuz]

Great Mother of Hades, how does this man get better looking as he gets older?!

[aquaristlifeforme]

Zoos prevent extinction. This is why I support zoos. This is why the world should support zoos.

Meme credit goes to the zookeepers at www.facebook.com/ZoosSavingSpecies @zoossavingspecies

[anabantoidstozooanthids-deactiv]

Good zoos save species!!!

[patientxphile]

“… So, in case we never meet again…” 😽😽😽😊💞😏

[wildwingsuz]

Another expert from the story that shall not be named (yet)

“Did you see the plate?  Or the driver?” Mulder asked.

 “No, but I did get a few seconds’ warning or what’s left of me would be a large red spot in the middle of Broome Street,” the other woman said drily.  “A crazy tingle ran through me when I was in the middle of the road, almost like an electric shock, and I kind of jumped forward.  If I hadn’t, I’d have been hit dead on. Literally.”

 Scully struggled to keep her expression neutral.  Though she might consider that some kind of spore or other scientific reason was causing unusual reactions to the painting this, she was sure, had nothing to do with it.

(That’s our Scully, right?!)

[sharongoodnow]

what i want to see in the x-files season 11

scully becomes two whole feet taller and no explanation is offered as to why

the writer’s room consists of 13 women and one genderless and non-human entity plucked straight from a bog in louisiana

at some point within the series fox mulder must disarm some kind of highly destructive device by learning how to use the service known as venmo

agent doggett returns with an elderly black labrador companion who adds nothing to the plot but who becomes scully’s new friend

monica reyes is free and also so so gay

scully is or is not wearing a wig but regardlessly her hair is a light shade of lavender

mulder develops a liking for strange hats

scully purchases a prius with a built-in navigation system

we see at least one cooking disaster. at least one

mulder starts a group text with his cryptid friends but unfortunately the mothman has an android while everyone else has iphones so they can’t all just imessage

william is there and throughout the series he only wears salmon-colored shorts

chris carter makes a cameo as Old Man Yells At Cloud

rob bowman directs again

scully is given an opportunity to subdue many evil spirits but only through her singing voice, and as a result, mulder must pester her into singing while she insists that she absolutely will not

more bigfoot titties

scully gifts mulder an ugly tie for his birthday, complete with a note that says “just like old times!” and for the rest of the episode mulder weeps, as does the audience, while clutching it

at least once per episode mulder must call “dagOO?”

mulder and scully have a dinner party and it goes horribly

an investigation is derailed by an inability to understand teen lingo

mulder wears the darkness falls jacket and no explanation is offered as to why, especially given that it’s summer

agent einstein and agent miller disappear. mulder considers deeming it an x-file but scully says don’t bother

we watch mulder and scully sweatily garden for no plot purpose whatsoever even though we all know that’s going to be the best part of the whole episode

it has an actual real ending that isn’t fake 

skinner decides to brighten up his office by placing a fun unicorn poster over the picture of the president

[your-perfect-opposite-deactivat]

Gillian Anderson’s Media channels Lucille Ball in American Gods (x)

[edierone]

Shoved; Then Jumping

She wakes early — the sky outside his window is barely lighter than the humid, musky darkness inside — and her first semi-conscious thought is don’t move, don’t wake him.

She needs a minute to herself before she has to deal with whatever’s about to happen.

Images from last night flood her brain: him clutching her as he sat in his desk chair, weeping and lost, abruptly and painfully an orphan; her moving off her knees once his tears had stopped and him pulling her close in a different way that was at once shocking and completely expected; his mouth on hers, his hands everywhere, his erection pressing hot and hard against her — and her immediate response in kind, the feeling of being so blazingly alive, so raw and vital, of sudden, animal heat rising to match his; the frenzied unbuttoning, tearing, yanking-off of clothes; his teeth scraping at her nipples through the lace of her bra; his fingers sunk deep inside her before her underwear is all the way off.

Oh shit, she thinks, forehead resting against the bare skin of his back, inhaling his scent, her traitorous body anticipating more — when she’s reasonably certain he’ll never be able to look her in the eye again.

Keep reading

[wildwingsuz]

Another excerpt from the story I shouldn’t be working on about the Greek nymphs.

She came over and took the file from him, then went to sit behind the desk with it, every inch the professional FBI Special Agent.  He folded his lanky frame into one of the chairs in front, stretching his legs out and idly playing with the end of his tie while waiting for her to read through it.

 That was how their boss found them, knocking briefly on the half-open door before pushing it open and stepping in.  “Agents,” he said in his distinct deep voice.  “I haven’t gotten a 302 from you recently, so what are you working on?”

 Scully closed the file, then stood and handed it to him as he moved up next to Mulder’s chair.  

 “A case that was brought to my attention, sir,” Mulder said, sitting up straighter. Yet more proof that fooling around in the office was a very, very bad idea.  “It’s regarding Jane Herbert, the heiress.”

 “Hmn.” Skinner sat down in the other chair and opened the file.  They both waited quietly while he paged through it, studiously not looking at each other.  “So, what you’re proposing here is that women who view this painting become psychic?”

 “I couldn’t have said it better myself, sir,” Scully said, but the twinkle in her eye didn’t fool Mulder.

 “Something like that,” he allowed.  “But I’m sure Agent Scully will discover that there’s some kind of spore or mist coming off the painting that’s affecting them instead.”

 “Well I’m sure they’re not really psychic,” she rebutted. “And don’t you dare bring up Clyde Bruckman again.”

 “Well, I’ll leave you two to it,” Skinner said, rising, handing the file to Mulder.  He could tell that his boss was fighting a grin, and was relieved that they hadn’t aroused his suspicions about their private lives so far. “I can’t wait to see this 302, that’s for sure.”

(I promise I’m still working on the WIP “Long Time Gone”.  But this story has been haunting me and I need to get it out of my head.)