Found this old treasure when cleaning out a harddrive from 2016. You’re welcome

Yall I have no idea why this suddenly reposted :D thanks for all the well wishes from my 30 and a month and a few weeks ass

Today is my 30th birthday and I'm in lockdown in a global pandemic. Today I opened a box which contained messages and gifts from 13 people I would not have met without the X Files or this website. Today I video called with eight women who live in my pocket and love on me because of this fandom, even though we barely talk about this fandom.

Never let anybody make you feel as though your interests or your spaces are not valid or important. If our jobs, our schools, our doctors appointments can go online and maintain their legitimacy then clearly the loves, our friendships deserve that same respect, that same recognition. Embrace the niche, nerdy parts of you and find spaces that celebrate them. These are the things that will remain in times where nothing is certain, and the people they bring you?

The world may shut down.

Parts of you may shut down.

They will not. Because physical distance, time difference, ridicule for passionate defence or fear of being too much of what you believe in have never been factors that impact these friendships. Neither could a pandemic.

To all my pocket pals out there, I love you. Thank you for your generosity and grace when I have less to give and for accepting what I have. To anyone still looking for those people. Don't give up. I love you too.

Today is my 30th birthday and I'm in lockdown in a global pandemic. Today I opened a box which contained messages and gifts from 13 people I would not have met without the X Files or this website. Today I video called with eight women who live in my pocket and love on me because of this fandom, even though we barely talk about this fandom.

Never let anybody make you feel as though your interests or your spaces are not valid or important. If our jobs, our schools, our doctors appointments can go online and maintain their legitimacy then clearly the loves, our friendships deserve that same respect, that same recognition. Embrace the niche, nerdy parts of you and find spaces that celebrate them. These are the things that will remain in times where nothing is certain, and the people they bring you?

The world may shut down.

Parts of you may shut down.

They will not. Because physical distance, time difference, ridicule for passionate defence or fear of being too much of what you believe in have never been factors that impact these friendships. Neither could a pandemic.

To all my pocket pals out there, I love you. Thank you for your generosity and grace when I have less to give and for accepting what I have. To anyone still looking for those people. Don't give up. I love you too.

The inaugural edition of Fox Mulder pulls a Mulder ft. Dana Scully’s full spectrum of WTF faces.

Today is my 30th birthday. I'm in lockdown in a global pandemic.

Today I sat on my living room floor and read messages and opened gifts from 14 people I wouldn't have met without the X Files or this website. I videocalled with eight women who I wouldn't know without this fandom, who I rely on though we barely discuss fandom any more.

Never let anybody make you feel that the spaces and people that you find online are less than those from elsewhere.

If 2020 has given me one gift it is the reminder that these relationships are the most precious, realest things I have been blessed with. Our jobs, schools, doctors appointments are legitimate when run online, so its time to banish the stigma attached to online love, platonic or otherwise.

These spaces, where we share our nerdiest, nichest interests, develop them and find like minds are the places that will get us through shit like this year. Physical distance, language barriers, different ideas are not insurmountable here. We already have the courage to stand apart from the norm, to be passionate without shame, we are curious, cautious, resistant to the minimisation of what we know to be of value. A pandemic is no match for these people.

The world may fall apart.

I may fall apart.

They will still be there.

To all of my pocket pals. Thank you for being there, even when I have nothing left to give. Thank you for accepting what I bring when I can. I love you.

To anyone still looking for their people. Don't give up. Dont change. I love you.

I'll be thirty in a few days, and my family dug out this Daily Mirror page 3 from when I met Frank Bruno as part of my Baby of the Year duties. Wild to have lived so long already 😅

god i’m still so angry that we got to see mulder meet and hold william for the first time but not scully because apparently we’re only allowed to see the parts of childbirth that are women in pain but not the parts that are fulfilling ? like we had to see every bit of trauma in her pregnancy and delivery magnified and up close from her point of view but the moment we got near any reward for all of it the perspective shifted to his point of view instead and we didn’t even get the catharsis of seeing her hold her baby for the first time ? instead we got to see her perfectly clean and domestic holding her perfectly clean christ child so they’re both presentable for daddy (mulder) and the three wise men ? explain to me how that isnt the most male and sexist writing you’ve ever seen

I'm 7 days into mandatory quarantine and as a result have spiralled into Halloween madness....

Mulder: Hunger, a force that shapes our world, dividing the haves and have nots around a hollow space that cries to be filled. How quickly we forget its bite, even though it is only ever days behind, prowling on the fringe of poverty, teeth bared in indiscriminate hatred -

Scully: Mulder. I literally just asked whether or not you wanted a fry.

So I just read 135k words of a fic before realising it is unfinished and hasn't been updated since Nov 2019 and if that isn't karma for all my WIPs I don't know what is

The last text you sent is the title of your debut novel. What is the title of your book?

Mulder and Scully 🛸

Lol at the Netflix post. Seen it trending in the UK Netflix top 10 for weeks and initially did have an image of a certain contingent shouting I told you so. You are truly a PR mastermind 😉 Anyway hope all is well with you

I did a great job tbh. Hope I get paid soon 🤣 definitely worth all the insane rumours and death threats I received back in the day

I'm so happy to see you active again! I hope you are well?

I am okay thanks! It's been a wild couple years, even pre-Pandemic, and I don't know how back I am/active I'll be but I'm always happy to pop in and reaquaint myself :) I feel lile TXF tumblr is like a coffee shop in an old neighbourhood for me at the mo. Not part of my daily DNA but familiar and with some yummy stuff I'll always come back for 😁

Lots of love, Rose & Rosie

The first time their clothes get trashed on a case with no alternates to hand. Before it's not funny to joke about these things any more, he was supposed to pick out something plain. At the airport, she tugs on hers sheepishly as she declares her firearm, considers pulling a still damp jacket on and dealing with the discomfort in place of the shame but he's watching in that sideways way. Head on it would look like he doesn't care, but she's already learned these are the moments he holds on to, the small captures that he adds up to big things like trust and the way he sometimes looks at her when she speaks her mind. So she throws her shoulders back and meets the official's gaze icily, daring them to smirk, and when they melt away, catches her partner's eye and cracks the corner of a smile, just for him.

"Mulder, we look ridiculous."

"We look like a team"

Mulder and Scully 🛸

"Do you think Bill heard us?"

Post IWTB || Angst?

‘Do you think Bill heard us?’ 

Her question seems impossibly loud in the darkness but Missy just shrugs and keeps running, tossing that crooked smile, (the one that always seems to get her out of trouble and land her little sister in it) back at Dana and the silent house.

‘So what if he did,’ Missy pants as they reach the road, the headlights of their ride lighting her from behind like some Pre-Raphaelite goddess, all wild hair and wide eyes. ‘We’re out now, so we may as well live a little. Can’t you taste it Dana,’ Missy throws her head back and gasps, ‘this is how freedom tastes.’ and for a moment the world is theirs to devour.

Scully wonders why she’s remembering that night now, after all these years, standing on the porch of their ramshackle home with Melissa buried more than a decade and Bill halfway across the world. Melancholy washes over her like a cold breeze and she tugs the elastic out of her hair to muffle the gap between her scrubs and her memory. She wishes she could remember more than she does of her sister, yearning for all the small things that have drifted out of focus around the edges of the main events, but time fades even the most vibrant people to sepia memories.

Unless…

The screen door delivers Mulder with a weary creak and without dissecting the urge, Scully grabs his hand and starts to run. He doesn’t ask why, content to match her pace as she pulls them to the point where the woods swallow the land and everything is starlit. Melissa’s memory runs with them, bursting out of the dusty picture frames in Scully’s mind and laughing at the sight of her tightly wound sister running like she’s forgotten how it feels to fall down. For a few moments Missy lives again, urging them on, her smile pushing back the dark they are still fighting, lending them her lightness for the days ahead. When they finally stop, Scully laughs until her lungs burn, spinning to a standstill and sticking out her tongue at the moon.

'This is how freedom tastes,’ she repeats, savouring the moment as it echoes across the years. It’s a different flavour now, altered by experience and sharpened by loss, but for one moment, it is theirs to enjoy.

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