i've seen this movie like 9 times this month and i have no problem with that

anonymous asked:

Ah, I sent that anon to @perplexistan. You totally make a good point. I'm also super pissed about how they treated William and Scully as a mother. I remember watching William during the original run (I'm an old) and screaming at the tv when she gave him up. It made zero sense. Especially since there's no evidence he was actually in any danger and if he had magical powers or whatever wouldn't "they" find him anyways? I guess I've bought into the maternal sacrifice trope. I take it back :)

Oops, I saw this last night right as I was leaving work and then forgot to respond! Listen, I’m not opposed to a LITTLE sacrifice, maternal or otherwise, as a plot point. That’s good drama! But there has been…too much of it, for my taste, without really any point, or happiness, or resolution. It’s one of my biggest problems with ye olde x files, that there are all these dramatic emotional high points of terror and sadness all supposedly in service of some good, some end, but that never comes because that part isn’t as dramatic. It all adds up to very little satisfaction. 

MSR is one of those things, but William is another. We have seen Scully being sad and crying about William (before and after he was born, before and after she gave him away), but rarely ever any happiness over him. Every moment of happiness Scully has ever had regarding the entirety of the William storyline has been tainted by some aching, life-destroying sadness. Even before that. First she finds out she can’t have children. Then she finds out she has a daughter, Emily, and tries to adopt her but can’t because of her Lifestyle and she feels guilty. Then Emily dies. Then (timeline-wise) she wants to try in vitro with Mulder and it doesn’t work and there’s crying. Then she finds out she’s pregnant…but Mulder is abducted. Then she cries through her pregnancy as Mulder is first missing, then returned dead and she has to bury him. Then he comes back to life, we WASTE several weeks on “who’s really the father though WINK” and a bunch of non-Mulder-and-Scully-related plotlines that no one cares about, and then she has the baby and everyone is happy for…24 hours (that we don’t get to see) and then Mulder leaves and she’s sad. Sad sad sad sad for Season 9, William (the payoff of all this angst and anticipation) is mostly nonexistent except when he’s being kidnapped in order to make Scully sad some more, and then Scully gives William up two episodes before Mulder returns. Cries on Mulder’s shoulder about how she gave William up and almost can’t even be happy that Mulder is back, end series. IWTB: Scully is sad about William and futilely tries to save another child’s life partly as an expression of that sadness. End of movie. Season 10: Mulder and Scully look sadly at pictures of William and think sadly about the life they never had with William. (Separately, since they had broken up.) Scully’s mother dies. This makes everyone more sad about William. Last episode: Maybe we can find William and take his DNA to save a dying Mulder. Cliffhanger. 

If they finally found William after all this time only for Scully to immediately die, I think I would burn all my XF shit. I’m not even kidding. I am so, so, SO over the Eternal Sadness/You Thought It Was Bad Before, But It’s Worse Now/No Resolve, Only Reboot that has been XF’s drama engine since Season 8. I honestly at this point wish William had just died as a baby because I am very, very, very tired of having the IDEA of William dangled in front of me in order to elicit an emotional reaction but never actually having anything happen. I to be honest with you am not that interested in a Teenage William storyline. When I think about time passing for Mulder and Scully and the idea of them sitting apart looking at pictures of William and being sad and broken up and that being their lives, and what a waste that is, and how they can never go back simply because no one ever got around to making more X-Files for many years, I just get depressed. If there had been a movie two years after Season 9 where this all happened, the DNA, the pictures, the sad daydreams, then maybe. Now I wish it just had been dropped because of all the time that has passed. 

I just want Mulder and Scully to be together and live their lives and do things together and solve mysteries together and have a range of emotion together and be affectionate with each other and fight spooky monsters and for me to have fun watching it. I appreciate (some of) the writers’ feeling that they SHOULD acknowledge William, since it’s a huge huge thing in a person’s life, but at the same time, it’s like a festering wound. So, to have Scully DIE after this extremely awful thread in her life is finally resolved would be the ultimate insult, to me. And also totally sounds like something Chris Carter would do. 

I didn’t mean for this to get so long or to be negative. I’m not feeling XF-negative! Filming is starting and I’m excited and it’s a good time right now because we have MONTHS of filming to look forward to and hope that the season will be awesome and CC will pull it out and end it on a good note and Mulder and Scully will be set free to ride off into the sunset and have whatever adventures we can imagine for them. I don’t want to feel that the people who make the show hate the characters or hate the fans, and I hope there is still sentiment left in the show’s creators for doing right by the characters and by the audience. 

I have plenty – PLENTY – of dark thoughts on the hypothetical scenario we’re discussing, and I could get into them, but I won’t. I can have fun picking at angsty ideas and trying to inoculate myself against them by preparing for them and examining them and acclimating myself, but this one, I can’t. If Mulder or Scully are killed off, it is game over for me with this show. Not fun, not OK, I don’t want to have a group mourning or whatever, I just would need to distance and separate myself and throw myself into something different in order to forget about it. Maybe I’d be ready to have a big group commiseration 10 years from now but I certainly wouldn’t right away. The fact that it’s even being discussed as a remote possibility upsets me. So that is how I’m feeling about that right now. 

OK, this is me venting and getting out all my feelings about William and everything else and now I’m done. Filming starts today! That’s crazy. Two thousand seventeen and we are getting new X-Files.

  • Clank: Hey Ratchet.
  • Ratchet: What?
  • Clank: Can I share something with you from earlier today?
  • Ratchet: What is it, Clank?
  • Clank: Well, I sent you a text...
  • Ratchet: Mmhm.
  • Clank: ...early in the morning.
  • Ratchet: Yeah.
  • Clank: Because I have to go out of town for one weekend this month, and so, I was like, I will not give specific dates, but "do you have any preference whether I go this weekend, or the next weekend?"
  • Ratchet: Mmhm.
  • Clank: Your response...
  • Ratchet: *starts laughing*
  • Clank: At 9:30 in the morning...
  • Ratchet: *continues laughing*
  • Clank: ..."Motherfucking Captain Qwark Orvus fuck dude motherfucking Spacebook movie bullshit Orvus can you fucking believe this shit"
  • Ratchet: *continues laughing even louder*
  • Clank: No—no...no punctuation.
  • Ratchet: *still laughing* You just made me die- Oh.
  • Clank: ...Random capitalization. So I respond, "I have no idea what we are talking about right now." Forty-five minutes pass. I get a text from you: "Goddamn created Spacebook and fucking lawyers and shit right fucking Omega twins goddamn rowing the boat fuck yo shit I can't even fucking believe this shit have you seen this shit fuck I just watched this shit fuck Captain Qwark man"
  • Ratchet: *continues laughing*
  • Clank: I respond, "Ratchet, you are scaring me." An hour passes. You respond, "Motherfucking Spider-Man Spider-Man you put in the time fuck put in the time motherfucking build shit with his bare hands fucking best friend shit Captain Qwark. I'm very tired"
  • Ratchet: *laughs*
  • Clank: I am just like, "No problem, man. I will do most of the talking at the PDF session today." Immediate, like, response, I am talking like five seconds later: "No man I'll just talk about the Spacebook movie all day shit man you have to be so interested in the shit I have to say about the Spacebook movie fuck dude I just watched it a year and a half ago fuck Captain Qwark man he fucked over Spider-Man crazy Omega twins rowing Trent resin or did the soundtrack fuck this guy who invented Spacebook I don't like dying I cant think of who the fuck invented Spacebook all I can think is the guy who played the guy who invented Spacebook who the fuck invented Spacebook" And then, in all capital letters, two hours later, "MARK ZUCKERBERG"
  • Ratchet: *hysterical laughing*

Something seemed off that night you spent at Calum’s house. It was just a simple party to celebrate the new year coming. There was nothing to be worried about. It was basically like a sleepover. Your friends were there. There were boxes of pizza and soda scattered along the kitchen counter. Movie marathons were playing. Most importantly, you had Calum by your side.

When you were with Calum, time seemed to face odd ends. One moment, you were both running down to your favorite childhood park. The next you’re with him at the diner across the street from the apartment complex you were supposed to move into with him, but decided to wait since the band was starting to get more attention. You could go on small trips, or adventures, as Calum likes to say, and be back home with time to spare before both your parents deem to call the police for your missing presence. 

He was like your trance back to reality. You could be so overwhelmed with school or work, and just by hearing his voice, you were back on track, ready to face any problems coming your way. He could put a smile to your face almost instantly, even if you weren’t feeling one bit sad. Just by the sound of his laugh, you sketched a cheesy grin on yours. He could simply be standing at your doorstep, waiting for you to leave and head to school, and you would feel elated just by the thought of it. He was your reassurance that everything was going to be okay.

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