My Unpopular Hot Take Is That I Don't Think Maggie Scully Is Nearly As Open And Warm And Purehearted

"live, laugh, love" cursive wall art but instead it says "confuse, inveigle, obfuscate"

YOU MEAN A ROTARY?!

My friend drew no eyes Mulder (the alien bounty hunter in season 8)

They’re MY parents

#Parents

“I don’t know, I don’t even have a theme picked out.”

“Do you wanna know what I think?” He asked, already turning the car away from the road that led back to Scully’s apartment.

“Almost certainly not,” Scully replied.

“I think-”

“Oh you’re going to tell me anyway. So it was just a rhetorical question-”

“I think it should be alien themed,” Mulder said with a self assured smile. Scully pushed his shoulder, she could’ve throttled him, but he was currently driving the vehicle she was in, so she refrained.

So i’m near the end of season 8 (and potentially putting it off a little) and with all the spoilers I’ve seen… how tf do they not both kill themself? Like all the grief I hear that they are about to suffer and then “yeah and then Scully just goes to be a normal doctor in the revival and they don’t really talk anymore” WHAT DO YOU MEAN? How does that happen? Like i’m sure I’ll find out but i feel like the show could’ve ended at season 5 (i do love dogget and reyes tho)

Scully feels awful. She knows she looks it too, dark shadows under her eyes, all but skin and bone propped up in her hospital bed beside a laptop. Scully had sent her mother home, there was no need for her to be there when she had other things to do, she had to go to church. Scully knew this wasn’t the end for her. Not yet. She had another month at least. She was counting the. She wasn’t sure when she gone from fighting it, to dreading it, to reaching for it. Reaching for that handsome angle of death who would take her somewhere sweeter.

It was selfish, but she was tired.

Mulder had left the room to grab a coffee and Scully seized the opportunity. She knew better than to do it in bed, so she pushed herself up and leaned against the wall for support as she looked through drawer of the bedside table. Her brittle nails skimmed the paper, then her finger tips found purchase against the pack and she pulled it out. The cool press of the lighter against the dry skin of her palm was a comforting weight.

Scully drew a cigarette out of the box and took it between her lips. Her thumb struck the lighter and she held the flame to the end, almost exhaling in relief when it caught. There’d be time for that after, first she wanted to take a long drag. The nicotine flooded her system and for a moment made her feel a little more alive.

She was so engrossed in the feeling that she didn’t hear the snick of the latch moving from its spot and allowing the door to open. “Would you cut that out?” Asked an annoyed, neigh, enraged voice. Mulder stood in the door way, cheap styrofoam coffee cup in his hand. “You’re a doctor, don’t you know what that stuff does to you?”

Scully rolled her eyes and turned her head, exhaling the smoke away from Mulder. She didn’t tell him that it didn’t matter. He was so sure that he was so close to finding someone, to meeting the right person with the right tech or magic or whatever. She couldn’t burst his bubble, she could let him have his hope at least, even if she had abandoned hers.

Mulder placed the coffee cup down and crossed the room to pluck the cigarette from between her lips, tossing it on the ground and grinding it under his heel until he was sure it was out. While he cleaned up the debris, Scully lit another.

He gave her an incredulous look as she savored the taste of stress relief and college parties and rebellion on her tongue. “This,” she tapped the cig, “isn’t what put me in here, Mulder.”

MINE IS ALSO MULDER BEING COLOR BLIND CUZ IT MAKES NO FUCKING SENSE

what minor "canon" thing in txf do you just choose to ignore entirely? not big stuff like william's parentage or the divorce arc etc, but something that doesn't rly affect the overall plot. mine is that i refuse to believe that mulder is red/green colorblind