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X-Files themed asks!
  1. Season 1 MSR or season 9 MSR? 
  2. David Duchovny or Fox Mulder? 
  3. Gillian Anderson or Dana Scully? 
  4. Maggie Scully or Melissa Scully? 
  5. 1993 David or 2017 David?
  6. 1993 Gillian or 2017 Gillian?
  7. Mulder or Scully?
  8. David or Gillian?
  9. The Lone Gunmen or Walter Skinner?
  10. Who is your favorite character aside from Mulder and Scully?
  11. Do you have any X-Files ships aside from MSR?
  12. Reyes or Doggett?
  13. Favorite season(s)? Why?
  14. Favorite episode(s)? Why?
  15. Favorite MSR moments?
  16. Favorite character developments for Scully?
  17. Favorite character developments for Mulder?
  18. Favorite character developments for Skinner?
  19. Favorite character developments for Doggett?
  20. Favorite character developments for Reyes?
  21. Spender or Krycek?
  22. How do you feel about that bitch Alex Krycek?
  23. Which broke your heart more: Emily arc or William arc?
  24. List some college MSR headcanons!
  25. List some season 1 MSR headcanons
  26. List some season 7 MSR headcanons
  27. List some season 9 MSR headcanons
  28. IWTB or FTF? Why?
  29. How did you feel about IWTB?
  30. How did you feel about FTF?
  31. Favorite thing(s) / moment(s) from FTF?
  32. Favorite thing(s) / moment(s) from IWTB?
  33. Favorite season finale?
  34. Scruffy Mulder or clean shaven Mulder?
  35. Give us your MSR sexy time headcanons
  36. Do you read fics? If so, what’s your favorite kind to read?
  37. Do you have any fic recs?
  38. When do you think Mulder and Scully first slept together? What was it like?
  39. When do you think Mulder and Scully first started dating?
  40. How do you feel about the direction Chris Carter takes as the series progresses?
  41. What’s your ultimate MSR song/playlist?
  42. A song you think embodies Fox Mulder?
  43. A song you think embodies Dana Scully?
  44. When did you first start watching The X-Files?
  45. Why did you first start watching The X-Files?
  46. What are your thoughts about extraterrestrial life?
  47. IRL space: NASA or SpaceX?
  48. Favorite character crossover headcanons?
  49. If you’re an X-Files blog, if your username related to the show? If so, why did you choose it?
  50. Any X-File blogs you would recommend?

friendly reminder that dana scully was born in 1964, clarice starling was born in 1963, and both of them attended the FBI academy in Quantico probably around the same time. 

The cute Polliwog trying to scare lil humans with ghost stories (whether or not its Halloween) 

I think I’ll always come back to this guy since I found @stanchez-sloppy-seconds blog in the middle of a lot of Cryptid AU art, and he’ll always be my favourite <3 

Fic: Ensemble

One ficlet for the wonderful perplexistan​, to make her rough day better.

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He slips his fingers under the errant lock of hair that always falls over her face, smoothing it behind her ear.  He lets his fingers lace through the waves of her hair, his fingertips resting gently at the base of her neck.  She still won’t meet his eyes.  He waits, smiling to himself, his heart buoyed up on a rising tide of hope.

“Talk to me, Scully,” he says.

“I think you know how I feel about you, Mulder,” she murmurs, lashes still downcast.  

He chuckles.  “A man pours his heart out, it’s nice to hear that he already knows how the other party feels.”

“I think you also know how difficult it’s been to voice our feelings,” she says, with just the slightest bit of edge in her voice.  

“Every opportune moment rife with bees or surveillance or some kind of emergency,” he agrees, his thumb stroking the place behind her ear.  “But nobody’s in crisis now.”

“You say that,” she grumbles, but she’s finally looking up at him, even if it’s through her lashes.  “But as soon as I confess my love, one of us will get abducted.”

“I canceled my frequent flyer membership,” he says.  His chest is full of a sweet ache; he has to remember to breathe deeply, hypnotized by the darkening blue of her eyes.  “But I can wait.”

“Mulder,” she pleads, in that helpless voice that mixes amusement and frustration.  “I’ve said it before.”

“Say it again,” he says. “I’m sure the witnesses would like to hear it.”

She gives him a sharp look.  “We’re doing this for the benefits,” she reminds him.  “For legal rights and protections in case you end up in the hospital again.”

“Of course we are,” he assures her warmly.

She sighs.  “Fine.”  She meets his gaze squarely.  He braces himself for a single sentence or a long, rambling, poetical Scully monologue: there is no in between.  “There was a time in my life when I wasn’t in love with you, but it seems to me that I can’t quite remember it anymore.  I still wouldn’t change a day, despite everything.  Whatever we’ve been through, you and I have ended up exactly where we were supposed to be.”  She gives him a tiny, wicked smile as he bites his lip against the prickle of emotion in his eyes. He knew better than to challenge her; she knows all his weaknesses.   “Flukeman or no flukeman, I love you, Fox Mulder.  I take you as my lawfully wedded partner, to have and to hold, to respect and to rescue.”

He looks at her and there has never been a work of art or a poem or a symphony as perfect as Scully.  Voyager should broadcast the curves of her face to the reaches of space along with the Brandenburg Concertos.  What a welcome to the rest of the universe: you are not alone, and look what beauty we have produced.    He is speechless.  She knows it, and smiles and looks away, her hands clasping around the hand of his that isn’t still tangled in her hair.  He can feel the smooth metal of her ring against his skin.  His own ring is a welcome weight, a constant reminder of how far they have come.

The justice of the peace clears her throat.  “Well, I guess that’s as good as anything.  I pronounce you married.  Congratulations.  You may kiss.”

Mulder leans in and brushes his lips against Scully’s.  He can’t risk more, or he’ll fall headlong into the wonder of her mouth.  But there will be time enough, later, and time after that, and on and on until death do them part again.  

Maggie is gently weeping as she signs the license.  Skinner holds a box of tissue for her and then passes the box to William and signs as well, his handwriting bold on the official-looking document.  William stands a little awkwardly, looking embarrassed and proud, slinging one arm around his grandmother’s shoulders.

“It’s going to be okay, Gran,” he tells her, and Maggie laughs through her tears.

“Yes,” she says, looking at Scully with immensely fond eyes, and Mulder finds himself caught in the nimbus of that affection, part of the family.  “Yes, I think it will be.”