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cristinaricci · 2 months
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THE X-FILES ↳ 2.24 | Our Town
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icedteainthatbag · 2 months
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mulder and soft touches to scully’s face
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bakedbakermom · 3 months
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txf + text posts (9/?)
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alexa-crowe · 8 months
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requested by... @jewish-mulder
THE X-FILES 2.24 | "Our Town"
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ragnarockz · 3 months
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The X-Files Topps Trading Cards ft. Mulder and Scully in the art, 1996 👽
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the-meghan-m · 7 months
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Y’all get ready because I love “Anasazi” a not normal amount
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skelavender · 17 days
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top 10 x files moments that make you go PLEASEEEEE GET A BIOANTHROPOLOGIST
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x-files-scripts · 1 year
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The X-Files - “Our Town”
Written by Frank Spotnitz
April 10, 1995 (WHITE)
Mulder and Scully share a bucket of chicken...
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benoitblanc · 1 year
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see the best x-files episodes are hands-down just the ones about really fucked up people. no aliens, no sea monsters, just people. there might be something a little off, a little supernatural about them, but no matter how paranormal they may be, they are the most frightening when they are human
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something very comically unthinking about Scully carrying around a snack bucket of chicken that's half as big as she is in an episode where one of the plot points is that the meat from that specific plant is causing a whole hecking prion disease in local residents
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randomfoggytiger · 1 year
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X-Files: Our Town "Everything Is Food" (the Musical/AMV)
Okay, okay– I admit: I reused a song in a previous Musical. And to that I say… well I realized halfway through that project that it fit this project more. So… here were are~
To (not at all) sum it up: Mulder wants a hamburger at the weirdest moments.
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piecesofscully · 1 year
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The Patron Saint of Healing
Written for @txf-fic-chicks-blog ‘s anniversary.
The staccato clicking of her heels against the concrete rings like gunshots through the parking garage. It’s always quiet this time of night, when the sliced moon is high and normal people are at home on their couch, watching shows with their loved ones before retiring to bed. And this Tuesday evening is no exception.
Now that she is alone (she would never call herself single), the nights bleed into each other, one blending in to the next and to the next. Her time off work feels lacking of purpose. Her apartment, while fully furnished, feels empty.
The quiet of the night should be peaceful, relaxing even, but it unsettles her. She’s forgotten how to be by herself. This doesn’t feel right, and she regrets the decision to leave him every day but she can’t go back. Not yet. Not until he gets a grip and pulls himself from the darkest depths of his worst enemy: himself.
But God, she misses him.
The walk to her SUV is short, and she nearly misses the items sitting propped against her windshield and windshield wiper. A small, plain black box and a single red rose.
She stands in place, momentarily confused, staring at the gifts. Then, suddenly, the realization of what day it is comes rushing back to her. She glances around, looking to see if he is still there, watching her. When she is satisfied that she’s alone, she grabs the gifts and climbs into the safety of her SUV.
It somehow feels quieter in there, but it’s comfortable. Intimate.
The rose’s petals are velvety between her fingertips, and she brings it to her nose. The scent is luscious and familiar, bringing an immediate smile to her face.
“A rose to symbolize my love,” he’d say, just like he has every year before on the anniversary of her going into remission. “My love for you, your health, your life. Your cancer was one of the worst days of our lives, and your remission the best. It’s worth celebrating, Scully.”
She runs the rose across her lips, not admitting to herself that she wishes it was his kiss. She inhales deeply one last time, then places the flower aside.
The box is small, the size that would normally imply a ring. But the exchange of gold rings happened long ago in a small dusty New Mexico town’s chapel, when she wore a dress of lace and he wore a suit of linen. Their bellies were nervous and their lives were dangerous, but their eyes shone with so much love that their hearts felt like they could burst at any moment. Her nights were not so quiet then.
She rubs absently at her bare ring finger, the gold band that belongs to her nestled at home in her jewelry box. Not forever, just for now, she reminds herself.
The box fits perfectly in her palm, and the top slides off easily. Out tumbles a trinket, no larger than the pad of her thumb. She holds it between her fingers, turning it each way, examining it closely.
Saint Raphael.
“His name means God’s healing,” he would say if he were there with her. “The patron saint of healing.”
He’d then tuck her close to his body, slowly listing off all of life’s events that she’s been present for, all of the beautiful experiences they’ve been able to have together, all of the love that they’ve created over the years. All of the things she’d have missed if she hadn’t gone into remission.
She doesn’t realize she’s crying until tears fall to her hand. Her heart aches for him in a way she’s never experienced until right now. He symbolizes so much to her, so many parts of her life, and it feels wrong to spend today without him.
She doesn’t want to do this alone. Not anymore.
Before she can change her mind or rationalize why she shouldn’t, she pulls her phone from her pocket. It rings one solid ring.
“Mulder, it’s me.”
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submarinerwrites · 1 year
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i didn’t wanna be the one to say it, but we should talk about the fact that sam and dean wear shirts with a frankly alarming similarity to the shirts worn by the incest guys from txf 4×02 “home” at least a couple of times. and while that’s probably unintentional, it does make me think about what exactly supernatural is trying to express about their characters through their wardrobe choices.
“home” is all about the way that this one insular family is seeking an idyllic, basically antebellum past through morally reprehensible acts - that is, incest and murder. likewise, kripke’s stated that supernatural is at least partly about the anxieties of the white working class american guy after 9/11, which bears a striking resemblance to “home” and its emphasis on the conflict between small-town america and modernity. the aesthetics of supernatural and the incest guys further intersect in their pursuit of americana, essentially a mythic american past, a conservative and agrarian world which has never truly existed except in our minds.
incest in “home” happens explicitly in the context of being poor and white in america, and we can’t really understand why supernatural keeps telling us that family is hell without thinking about its incest subtext in relation both to the show’s search for the mythic americana and also the x-files itself. and that’s embodied by the show’s aesthetics. insane.
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ssaalexblake · 2 years
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the amount of buffy on my dash + stranger things is making me wonder how each group would handle each other’s towns’ problems tbh. 
Its funny though, because i’d never say btvs was an inspo for ST, and the creators have said it was TXF, i think, but i think in terms of vibes it has more similarities to btvs than txf. 
one girl in all the world (who it turns out isn’t the only girl) with the power (that was forced onto her by power tripping dudes that didn’t give a damn about her other than her ability to kill)... Hellmouth! btvs portrays it as an underworld where the demons live and ST have it as an inverse mirror to our reality where the monsters live, but same concept imo. 
For some reason a group of kids is solving the problems with a few token adults, high school is still the enemy (expect when it’s not and it’s middle school). 
the main difference is that the mother named Joyce is actually... Not slightly detestable. That one i wouldn’t be surprised if it were on purpose. The Joyces are polar opposites. 
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thexfilesseason4 · 1 year
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rewatching txf has made me realize how deeply my initial conceptions of this novel were influenced by it. like the original plot sounded sooooo outlandish and wild but looking at txf and seeing how it was all gritty looking but the plots were like "the government is using a psychic chess prodigy to get information about the alien goo" and im like oh so thats where i got that. not only that but this 'great american road trip' vibe... all of us in tiny shitty towns out in the vast american expanse, and something Weird goes down and the sexy sexy govenment comes in and asks us questions about our personal lives. thats such a deeply compelling concept...
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freckleslikestars · 2 years
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The X Files: Our Town
Living Polaroid Project: 48/219
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