The X-Files Season 11 Behind the scenes If the release date has been postponed in your country or you couldn’t watch it due to any other reason: here you go. Enjoy ❤️
drunk scully literally stumbling down the street: MuLLlllllllllerrrRrr i’M FiiiiiiiiiiiiinNe
someone should write the fic! Never enough drunk Scully
He’s seen Scully as a great many things over the years. Serious and somber, fiercely loyal and intelligent, brave as hell—even flirty and smiley. Over the past three months he’s been blessed to see her aroused and passionate. He loves all of the Scullys he’s been introduced to since knowing her.
But this Scully is new to him. This Scully is drunk and adorable. That’s the only way he can describe it. It’s been a long, pissy week full of set backs, dead ends and supervisor reprimands, leaving them both more than a little worse for wear.
“Let’s go to Casey’s,” she had suggested on the way to the parking garage, and he was pleased and surprised she knew one of his favorite haunts. Of course he agreed.
And now they’re settled against each other in a booth sharing fries, drinks, and smiles. He can’t believe only two years ago he was in this very seat hounding a Martin Landau look-alike for information on a global conspiracy. Now he’s snuggled up against a very warm, flushed, giggly woman who will definitely be coming home with him tonight.
Look at me now, Ma.
She picks up the half empty glass of her third G&T, staring intently at the smudgy fingerprints marring its glinting, smooth surface. He’s essentially sober on two glasses of Merlot, gleaning his intoxication more from her company than from the nectar of ethanol.
“Di’ you know, Muller,” she smiles sleepily at him, then back at the glass, “That in the past alcohol was believed to be a non-specific pharmacological agent affecting many neurotransmitter systems in the brain. But it’s actually only a few primary targets…mostly just the central nervous system.”
He chuckles. Even inebriated, she’s still his dependable, knowledgeable Scully.
“If I remember my driver’s ed classes correctly, it takes very little alcohol to affect your cognitive ability,” he adds needlessly. He knows she knows that—everyone knows that—he just wants her to keep talking in her cute little drunk doctor way.
“Only twenty to eighty milligrams per deciliter,” she nods like a toddler emphatically insisting the sky is blue.
“As little as that, eh?”
“Mmhm…mostly at that point it just causes loss of coordination and euphoria…but I get that just when I kiss you, Muller. And no hang over in the morning, either!” She claps her hands together once and grins and he melts. Oh yeah, he definitely likes drunk and adorable Scully.
“You wanna go home?” he asks as he watches her slam the rest of her drink. She nods and he closes their tabs. Her hair gets adorably mussed as she flips her scarf over her shoulders.
“Watch it, Scully,” he says affectionately as she tries to wrestle on her coat while teetering down the handful of steps to the sidewalk.
“Muller, I’m fiiine! Don’t be a pooper!” Her voice is high pitched and playful as she proceeds to trip on nothing. He grabs her elbow before she manages to roll an ankle. She nestles against his side as they walk. She smells like gin and salt and Scully.
They stop and she turns to look at him. She’s beautiful and drunk and happy and she loves him. In spite of everything that has happened in their lives they’re together and she loves him. He doesn’t think he can get any happier than this, and it’s not the alcohol talking.
She kisses him warmly with a surprising amount of coordination.
“Take me home, Muller.”
“Quite a lot actually. I’ve got a couple of things that I’m filming in the next couple of months that I can’t talk about yet. But both of which I’m very excited about. I have a very full 2019…Only one I can talk about, which is the play. Since finishing the series I have not worked - on purpose - I’ve been spending a lot of time with my kids. And so when I start work at the beginning of May that will be the first time…It’s been really nice to have that time. But there’s a lot ahead, and very exciting things.”
— Gillian Anderson when asked what she has planned now that she has finished playing Dana Scully, FACTS Convention, Saturday 7 April, 2018 (via your-perfect-opposite)
SCULLY: Shut up, Mulder. I’m playing baseball.
A quick “This” fic
“We wanted a life eternal… together.”
I could still hear it ringing in my ears, those words had weighed heavily in the air. And with the feeling of Mulder’s eyes burning into my skin, I felt encompassed by emotion. Did he mean what I assumed he meant with his gaze? Was this a wordless request of his? I couldn’t bear to ask him at the time.
The day had ended unlike any other, but honestly, can’t that be said for every day Mulder and I spend together?
The X-Files ➡️ cast offspring cameos
Sunday Morning
Yep. She did this😂😂😂
WELP.
Three Words (3/3)
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be cold or ungrateful. I just… I have no idea where I fit in, right now. I just, uh… I’m having a little trouble… processing… everything.”
Oh my God, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t realize. He thinks…
“Mulder, I found out I was pregnant the day you went missing,” she blurts. To hell with laying too much on him too soon; he needs to know. “That vertigo I was having, on the case in Oregon… That was morning sickness.”
Mitch’s Twitter I’m crying
11.10 “My Struggle IV” Sneak Peek #4 - Scully Tracks Down Mulder
11.10 “My Struggle IV” Sneak Peek #4 - Scully Tracks Down Mulder
Mulder and Scully’s putative son
putative?
Mulder and Scully’s?
Scully’s?
Now that’s new! What did I miss?
David on Twitter
Must. Not. Cry…
Not sure if this is the revised trailer but there are some new frames in it.
Yup, it’s the revised trailer!
Prompt: Scully is insecure with her body and keeps pushing Mulder away but he just doesn't 'get' what the problem is + aims to change her mind. Thankssssssss :)
She is everything you’ve dreamt her to be. More.
She’s warm. Alive. Passionate. Incredibly giving. You feel as though she’s a gift that you are continuously able to open again and again, and what lies within is new and more breathtaking each time.
The mood of this morning has been playful. You cuddled her close as she woke up, and you whispered words into her drowsy ear just to make her giggle. She made you breakfast, you made her coffee. She walks comfortably around in your dress shirt, the silhouette of her slender form caressed by yet hidden within the fabric. The light of a new day pours relentlessly into the windows, making her skin glow and her hair aflame with color. You find yourself glancing at her frequently, if for no other reason than to remind yourself that she’s here.
You sit on the couch with her standing before you, your coffee mugs empty on the table, and you take her cool hands in yours, drawing her closer. With a gentle smile, she steps forward.
“Come here,” you whisper, “Let me look at you.”