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Happy 31st anniversary of The X Files ! Mulder and Scully you rocked the universe !!

am I a bad person for absolutely loving it when mulder loses his shit when scully's hurt or am I a woman of fine tastes

Hand slipped and I drew them again

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Fight the Future

OPEN LOT

BLACKWOOD COUNTY, NORTH TEXAS

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Stevie had been looking forward to the summer for the entire school year. No more homework, no more tests. Summer was the reward for all those hours wasted at school. 

But now he was bored.

So bored, that when Cody Newton suggested they go digging in the open lot next to the cul-de-sac. It sounded like a good idea. And it was fun for a little while, but now he was bored. Again.

“It’s hotter than balls out here,” he sighed, pulling the neck of his shirt up so he could wipe the sweat off his face.

“Have yours even dropped yet?” Blake teased.

Stevie scooped up a pile of dirt into the blade of his shovel and tossed it at the older boy. “Shut up.”

“I feel like those kids in that book we read this year. Ya know, the ones where they have to keep digging all those holes to become better people or whatever?” Cody whined as he tried to catch his breath. 

“You mean Holes ?” Chris deadpanned.

Cody nodded as he took a hit from his inhaler. “Yeah, only our treasure’s gonna be so much better.”

Stevie squinted his eyes against the sun as he looked at Blake, who was rolling his eyes. Cody dragged them all out here because his brother claimed to have heard something weird here a few nights ago. He even said the ground vibrated under his feet. While they all knew Cody’s brother was probably stoned when he said that, Cody took him for his word and believed there was something beneath the dirt.

Stevie didn’t have much to do, so even though he thought this was bull, it wasn’t like there were any good movies playing on TV anyway.

He dragged the toe of his shoe against the ground and made a circle against the gritty dirt. “My hole’s the biggest,” he gloated, taking note of the other boys’ shallow attempts.

“I didn’t know you swung that way,” Blake ribbed, throwing a pile of dirt back into Stevie’s area.

“Dumbass,” Stevie grunted. Irritated, he raised the shovel and dug it into the ground with as much force as possible. Only this time, the ground didn’t seem to have as much resistance. “What the—,” he murmured.

When he withdrew the blade, he saw a dark slit in the ground. Using the side of his shoe, he pushed some loose dirt near the indentation and watched as the dirt fell into darkness. “Guys, come look at this!” he yelled, repeating the action so they could see.

Chris made a sound at the back of his throat before taking his own shovel and prodding the edge of the slit, backing up quickly as it widened slightly. 

“What if it’s haunted? Like Goatman’s Bridge in Denton?” Cody asked, suddenly nervous.

Stevie raised his hand to his mouth and started chewing the dead skin around his nails. This didn’t feel fun anymore. He wanted to run and grab his dad to get an adult’s opinion, but he wouldn’t be back until six. None of their parents would. 

As the others bickered, something in the darkness caught Stevie’s eye. A glimpse of something? He leaned forward to try and—

His stomach dropped straight into his ass as he felt the dirt give out underneath his feet. His hands swung wildly, trying to grab onto something, but all he found was loose debris that fell alongside him.

Stevie felt like the ground sucker punched him when he made impact. A gasp ripped through his chest and he choked against the air filling his empty lungs. Suddenly, he’d gone from looking at the darkness to the blinding light as he took in the other side of the, now gaping, hole in the ground, framed by the faces of his concerned friends.

“Hey, Stevie. You okay?” Blake called out.

Trying to appear unshaken, he stood up and tried not to inhale any of the disrupted dirt. “I got— I got the wind knocked outta me.”

“Looks like a cave or somethin’!” Cody yelled down.

He was illuminated enough to see around him, but he couldn’t see much of anything. When he walked around to try and see if there was a wall anywhere, he felt a crunch under his shoe, and when he looked, he saw a crushed bone. But it wasn’t the only one. In the dim lighting, the stark white bones seemed to shine.

He picked up the biggest one and realized it was a skull. His daddy had a bunch of critter skulls around the house, but nothing like this. 

With a smile, he stepped back into the light and held his findings up for them to see. “It’s a human skull!”

“Toss it up here, dude!” Cody exclaimed.

“No way butt-wipe, this is mine. Anyway, there's bones all over the place, man,” he replied with a smirk. There were so many bones down here, that they could all probably take home an entire human’s worth each.

Looking down to examine the skull’s strange translucence, he realized he was stepping in a puddle of oil. His smile faltered as he tried to think of where the nearest oil derrick even was around these parts. But before he could give it any more thought, the puddle expanded around his shoe. It was like the earth was bleeding. 

“What the…”

The skull fell from his hands as pain shot through his spine, causing him to bend over and grab his stomach. His blood felt heavy, almost like he could feel the strain of it moving through his body. The puddle kept expanding and Stevie watched in confusion as it began to fill up the base of the skull through the broken part.

He could hear his friends calling out to him, and using as much energy as he could muster, he looked up towards them. He could see they were there, but only because he could see how their bodies contrasted the blindingly bright light. 

And then—

FEDERAL BUILDING

DALLAS, TEXAS

(@admiralty-xfd)

Four minutes.

The moment he sees the digital readout on the bomb, Darius Michaud knows he has only four minutes to live. It’s a humbling thought. 

“Can you defuse it?” Agent Mulder asks.

Yes, I can , Michaud thinks. “Yes, I can.”

But I won’t.

Agent Mulder appears undeterred, as if he’s actually going to stick around like a fucking hero, when Michaud knows that isn’t going to happen. He’s wasting everyone’s time, including his own, so he gives the younger agent an unearned glare. Unearned because the man hasn’t done anything wrong; in fact, he’s done his job exactly right. He’s done what should have been impossible, what had to be impossible. And now Michaud is going to die because of it.

Agent Scully urges her partner out of the vending room with a look Michaud assumes is the only thing that could have managed it. Then, all too quickly, he is completely alone.

He sits on his useless kit and faces off with the bomb: this inanimate, unknowable antagonist that will end his life in three minutes and thirty-seven seconds. Hello, friend. He can see exactly what to do from here, which wires to cut. This could be over a lot sooner if he wants it to be. But Michaud isn’t here to save lives, unfortunately. He’s here for a greater purpose.

The mission , they call it. It’s always been about the mission. Whenever he hears that phrase from a superior, he knows what it means: to follow orders no matter what. And Michaud is good at that. 

Three minutes.

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Folie à Deux (5x19)

When Nancy Aaronson was growing up, any time she thought about her aspirations for the future, she dreamt of indulging in the simple joys of life and spending the riches she amassed from her fulfilling career.

But that’s precisely where the gaps in her vision emerged: the work. Nancy had no dream job, because Nancy did not dream of labor. She just wanted to be happy and afford the things she wanted. Unfortunately, that required working whatever deadend job she could find.

She tried to make it better for herself. Tried being the operative word. When she started at VinylRight, she came in with a box full of decorations to liven up her cubicle. Nothing major, just things that let Nancy feel like Nancy instead of VinylRight Employee 326-01. 

She didn’t get to put anything up, but she made a lot of friends that first day because they bonded over the items they saw sticking out of her box. Well, until they were herded back to their own cubicles.

Nancy hit it off best with her cubicle-neighbor Gary. Anytime they were reminded to “ Dial and Smile,” they’d share a knowing glance and roll their eyes. Sometimes, when they knew they weren’t being watched, they’d go off-script or put on a funny accent hoping to make the other laugh. 

After eight hours day after day repeating the same thing over and over again, it was those little moments that made her feel alive again.

All Eyes Lead to the Truth | Bad Blood (5x12)

As frustrated as he was with Ronnie, he found it hard to really blame the kid. If he was going to deviate from the recommended bovine diet, drinking from a tourist wasn’t the worst idea. But Ronnie was rash and the wrong person saw. Now he had to deal with government intervention.

“Now, uh ... that can't be what it looks like, right?” Lucius asked, trying to add a nervous quiver to his voice while Agent Mulder prodded the bite marks. He found that in these situations, addressing the idea of vampirism right off the bat would help ease his nerves. The investigator would usually roll their eyes and offer a more rational theory.

“You mean like a vampire? I wouldn’t be so quick to dispel the idea, Sheriff. Vampires have always been with us, in ancient myths and stories passed down-”

If his heart was still beating, it would have given out right about now. He felt his knees buckle as he cleared his throat, the metallic taste of his breakfast lingering in the back of his mouth. This guy was onto him.

While Agent Mulder blasély listed off details about the Hartwell’s ancestral tree, he tried furrowing his brow and nodding along enthusiastically, as if this was the first time he was hearing about them. Luckily, Agent Scully didn’t seem to agree with this theory. If anything, she looked a little bored. She was still paying attention, but she sent Lucius a polite smile, as if she appreciated him indulging her partner. 

“-but some might say this was the work of ‘Satanic Cultists’,” he finished, sending a pointed look to Agent Scully.

Now that was a new one. “What satanic cultists?”

The woman furrowed her brows at Agent Mulder before explaining. “While vampires are often brought up in these types of cases, there is a more logical precedent of youth in small towns fixating on different forms of media to the point of obsession. I think that we're looking for someone who has seen one too many Bela Lugosi movies. He believes he is a vampire, therefore…”

“They act like one. Yeah. Yeah. That makes a whole lot of sense,” he nodded. He remembered the teens in the ‘30s going wild for Bela Lugosi. Nowadays, they were all about Interview with a Vampire and Buffy ; the local covens had even reported an uptick in teens pretending to be vampires. They had no class, no decorum. They just gave vampires a bad name. If he could get Ronnie out of this while dragging one of those Brad Pitt-loving freaks down, that would be perfect. “I think she's right.”

SHANNEN DOHERTY as Prue Halliwell in Charmed 3.13

R.I.P. Shannen Doherty 😭🕯️🕊️💔

Everyone finishes The X-Files queerer than they started, it’s just a fact

here’s my one whole discourse post for pride month. you fucks will never ever ever wean off the radfem shit if you keep trying to give “cis men are evil” nuance. no, it’s not bad because they could be closeted or questioning, it’s bad because gender essentialism is a fucking brain poison and it makes you stupid

watching the x files is like wow. love really is real. also what the fuck was that thing

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