take a sip every time they call out each others name trying to find each other eg: fight the future cornfield scene “MULDER!!!! SCULLY!! MULDERRRR!!! SCUUUALLLLAAAY!” (not every time they say each others name in casual conversation)
take a sip every time mulder and scully call each other on the phone and scully starts w “mulder, its me” cue: “where are you?” from either one of them
take a sip each time mulder and scully gaze at each other / wordlessly understand each other
take a sip every time mulder has a farfetched theory he pulled straight out of his ass and guesses right; cue: scully proceeding 2 roll her eyes so far back she can see her braincells dying
take a sip every time mulder and scully argue w/ skinner
take a sip each time krycek fucks up
take a sip each time one of them shows their badge / proves their identity / “agent mulder and scully fbi”
take a sip every time scully is typing up a report / field journal
take a sip each time mulder calls/meets up with/ sees an informant (deep throat, mr. X, well manicured man,…); this includes CSM
finish ur glass every time scully gets kidnapped/hurt/is the target of the guy theyre after
finish ur glass every time mulder runs away alone without warning scully and she has to save his musty ass
finish ur glass every time scully says “i’m fine, mulder”
finish your glass every time their computers do smth crusty 90s computer could not do
finish your glass when scully’s right
take a shot every time mulder touches crime scene evidence and brings it to his mouth
take a shot each time mulder sees supernatural shit and scully arrives too late
take a shot everytime scully fills in for any science related job ever ie: superscientist and overqualified scully knows everything there is to know about science ( x )
take a shot when mulder or scully says “believe” in whatever context
take a shot each time someone whos not mulder impersonates mulder and flirts w/ scully
take a shot each time there are insects involved in an xfiles.
take a shot every time samantha mulder is mentioned / a reference is made to her abduction
EDIT: the opening isnt included in the drinking game + my advice: dont go pure
Notes: Happy birthday Patty! And thanks to @txf-fic-chicks for throwing this fic party. Set after Fight the Future.
She holds the handle on the heavy hotel room door when she
goes out for the night, lets the latch slip into its cradle. Mulder is just next door, most likely
napping. Her new perfume trails down the
hallway, wallpaper hugging the scent of loamy fields and bejeweled queens, neat
bespoke suits and desperate paisley bursts of repressed desire.
The swipe of her credit card at Penhaligon’s produced a
manic tingle in her fingertips this afternoon - the bottles lining the wall like preening debutantes, their crystal
ball-capped necks encircled in satin ribbons. Happy birthday, she thought as
she signed her name to the thick receipt paper, smiled at the round-toned shop
girl. I am alive and in London, Arctic basements full of alien viruses be
There’s something briefly thrilling about the idea of Mulder
sleeping while she explores the city alone. But there is another kind of thrill when he comes through the revolving door, combs his way through tea-time
armchairs, a paper bag in hand.
“Hot date?” he asks.
It’s trite and smirky, but it also tells her he’s noticed certain things; knee-high
black boots, the black wrap dress knotted at her waist, the extra sheen of her red lipstick, so bright it could scar a water glass for life.
DAVID DUCHOVNY AND GILLIAN ANDERSON SECRETLY MARRIED: Birth of an X-Files Urban Legend
Andy Kaufman Still Alive? No, But Mulder and Scully Got Married. David Duchovny Tea Leoni divorce news sparks conspiracy theories.
David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson secretly married? It’s got to be something out of an X-Files, right? Everything about that show smacked of conspiracy. It’s why we watched. We were all Night Stalkers looking for a good flashlight scene. It fed the need for mysterious dark corners of almost truths: Who killed JFK? Did Paul McCartney really die in a car crash in 1966? Where is Jimmy Hoffa buried? What crashed in Roswell? Should Bigfoot be on the endangered species list? Any of which could have been an X-file. It was just a matter of time until The X-Files had an X-file of their own.
Sure, maybe The X-Files deserved a more creepy pasta kind of urban legend, like the series was actually the FBI’s way of disseminating information and getting the world ready for mass-alien abductions or using a spin-off to warn about the Twin Tower bombings. But no, the X-Files’ X-file is just a sex-file. It plays into the romance of the show and all those years X-Files fans wanted Dana Scully and Fox Mulder to kiss.
David Duchovny and Téa Leoni announced that their divorce was final over the weekend. Duchovny filed in June, citing an irreparable breakdown of the relationship. Weeks ago, tabloids reported that Duchovny and Gillian Anderson were dating after Anderson was spotted coming out of Duchovny’s place in New York amid rumors that he and Leoni were reconciling.
After reporting this for another magazine, I was contacted by a self-proclaimed insider. Just like on The X-Files itself when a well-manicured man gave insider tips to Agent Scully or Deep Throat and X came out of the shadows to guide “Spooky” Mulder through the looking glass. I had my own deep cover insider, a lone gunman, if you will. Hopefully unarmed. I will call this person Deep X. And I’ll tell you what I know about Deep X.
Nothing. I don’t know shit about Deep X and if I were writing this for an online news zine I could get in deep shit because Deep X can be some online lunatic fringe and Fringe was another show entirely. Maybe not entirely, Fringe was so deeply derivative it could have been X-Files outtakes. This informant could be anyone: an X-Files fan or someone who hated the show; someone who just wanted to see their made-up story in print.
Deep X claims to know “a couple of people who are very close to Anderson and Duchovny.” Inasmuch as feeding an urban legend, this is meaningless. The deejays who ran the first Paul Is Dead report didn’t know the band or anyone in their Apple corps. The first Elvis sighting could have been an impersonator on break. The first person who saw Jesus on a taco wasn’t even a member of the clergy.
Deep X contacted me through email, claiming that Duchovny and Anderson secretly got married years ago, that they have children together and that they wouldn’t have to hide all this in plain sight if it weren’t for Tea Leoni. I ignored it. At my peril. When the Duchovny Leoni divorce announcement came out this weekend, I got an email from Deep X asking “believe me now?”
There are gossip magazines and tabloids that might just label this as an anonymous source and run with it. I’m not saying I believe it. I’m just saying, as an X-Files fan, it’s a story I could wish was true. I was never a Tea Leoni fan anyway and I don’t care if Gillian Anderson’s hair could be a little too red, if you know what I mean. The idea that the actors who played Mulder and Scully could have hidden something like this for years would rank it up there with Rod Stewart getting his stomach pumped because he gave one too many blow jobs.
The X-Files is all about mythology. Part of what feeds that was the chemistry between the two stars. Mulder and Scully teased and occasionally squeezed, but like most things on network TV, never pleased. It took them years to kiss. The idea that they were doing something deep under the covers themselves was always a thing of fan fantasy. Not mine, I actually preferred them separate, smoldering from afar in their unimaginative ties and feet too short to reach the pedal. I wouldn’t care if Duchovny was actually a celibate, just so long as Mulder hit on bug scientists named Bambi.
Also, I’m considering renaming this Tumblr “Fuck Yeah, John Neville!” Because FYJN!!!
I totally forgot about The Well-Manicured Man character, and having him introduced now is a total breath of fresh air (literally, because The Smoking Man was making us all sick with his habit).
Neville did it all, working as a touted member of London’s Old Vic Company in the West End, moving to Canadian theater and then eventually films. He’s most well-known for his role in Terry Gilliam’s “The Adventures of Baron Munchausen,” but (and not to sound like a total hipster here) I know him more for his turn in one of my favorite films, David Cronenberg’s 2002 thriller, “Spider,” starring Ralph Fiennes. It was actually Neville’s last film - he died in 2007 of Alzheimer’s complications.
All in all, Neville’s a welcome addition, even if his character’s plot points are a wee bit confusing (wait, so William Mulder worked with ex-Nazis and the government to keep files and tissue samples of all living Americans born after a certain date to allow the Nazi doctors to sample the DNA and create alien-human hybrids? Or … wait, what?!).
Bucky works his jaw from side to side and looks away. Coming to this banquet, ball, benefit, whatever was a mistake. Especially because of the way he feels about Sam. Forget the image of Samuel T. Wilson in a tailored suit that looks like it was made for a god. Forget his bright smile and how god damn charismatic he is.
None of that is the problem. Well it is, but it’s not the problem. Bucky’s real problem is the gnawing itch under his skin whenever someone not so secretly places their hand just a little too low on Sam’s back. How someone will walk by and let their gaze linger for a space of time too long to be casual.
Bucky can see them undressing Sam with their eyes, and part of him gets it, really. But to them Sam is nothing more than a pretty face with some seriously dangerous cheekbones. They don’t know that Sam used to work at the VA with soldiers that had PTSD. They don’t know that Sam has PTSD, and they probably don’t care.
A submission for the cheating!Akashi scenario! I’m that part of that fandom where I both dislike and like him ;)
[TW] Ambiguous relations towards the end; older!male and younger!woman (albeit it’s legal)
Also, that you for the opportunity to submit this~
Fixed some formatting and tenses! This is a submission by @fairyteirus who wrote a continuation to the infamous Akashi request!
that this is NOT work by our blog, none of the original content has
been changed. Credit goes to the original writer! -Admin Fyre
Like a howl of pain in the silent hill of chaos that murked along the edges of his shattered fantasy. A cherry blossom that withered along the fragments of reality and dream, a single petal that resembled revival in the hellish abyss of vice and venom.
That was who you were in his eyes. A wondrous miracle that clouded his mind like a medicine that shrouded his once darkened veins. Oh, if only he had realized this before his judgement was forever cracked open.
“Akashi Seijuurou became nothing to me.”
He watched you smile delicately at the TV show host as you explained your separation to the world. His eyes never failed to widen when you spit out such cruel words from such pretty lips. The hand that held the remote began to tremble when you explained how he tossed your heart in his hands and manipulated your feelings like any ill-conscious man ever did. You pressed a well manicured nail under your eye to catch a drifting tear that threatened to slip past your lashes. And the sad part was that Akashi truly wanted you to cry. To show some sort of emotion towards him. Because when you left him there to rot, you only looked at him with the dead eyes that never yielded to disgust.
“He has no value to me, as a man, anymore.”
Akashi felt his heart strings pluck to the rhythm of your ever hateful melody. Memories that danced along his gaze made his chest tighten ever so painfully. Nostalgia where you took his hand for the first time, where he opened the door for you wherever you went, or even when he knelt down and promised for you to be the only one. He breathed in through his nose, only to let out a ragged dry sob at your next words.
“I will continue to respect him as a businessman, but he is lower than dirt to me as a person.”
The redhead chuckled in self deprecation when you laughed at a jab the tv show host replied to. He clutched at his hair and dug the blunt of his nails across his scalp. It had been months since he last walked out of his office. Months since he saw anything that resembled the kind of hope you used to embody. Months since he had last had any shred of happiness in his life. And it had broken him.
“I’m truly grateful to people like Kuroko-san and Midorima-san, who helped me get back on my feet.”
Your smile lit up the room as pictures of your shortcoming success began to float across the screen. You had come a long way in such a short time. Magazines had persistently asked for interviews after you walked out of him. Articles splurged out when you were voted to be the number 9 in the Most Powerful Woman Alive poll that year. Job offers popped up everywhere and you finally moved to be one of the most trending models in the business. Of course, Akashi knew you were beautiful and ambitious. But he never knew it would be to this extent after the divorce.
“I’m happy now. I’ve realized that now I know my worth as my own person. Not just being Akashi Seijuurou’s wife.”
His bloodshot eyes twitched underneath the stream of light that entered the room. Akashi didn’t bother to spare a glance at the seething female in the doorway. Sayuri ground her teeth together at the empty shell of the man she was pained to say she once embraced. Needless to say, both their companies were doing well since the separation. However, their client list was slowly losing to ruin since you began to become a very powerful figure in the country. Not many people accepted having their contract to be with someone who could so easily turn on betrayal.
“I was invited to a small runway showing this week. I hope this event will be when my career really starts.”
He continued to stare at the screen, watching you on the conference projector with remorse. His thumb drummed against the rewind button to start the recording all over again. This had been a nonstop cycle since you first appeared on the media.
“I did do one last thing before I decided to leave. I renewed his passport for him. Shanghai is always a nice place to be during the fall.”
It was the 68th time he watched this recording. That day.
“Miss ________, you have a visitor.”
You turned from your dressing room mirror to let out a lazy smirk at the male before you.
Because as Akashi always thought, you were like a dandelion in the hazen fog with wrinkled petals and hollow veins. You were light in the burning embers of hell. And even the strongest men fled to you like a moth to a flame.
He handed you an elaborate bouquet of flowers that rested along your arm neatly. The faint ghost of a smile twitched at the corner of his lips when you faintly brushed your knuckles against the tops of his fingertips during the exchange.
“Now to what do I owe this pleasure, father-in-law?”