How To Say "I Love You" in X-files [67/?] ⤷ 8.20 — “Essence”

first the fuck does harry potter have to do with shit?

second yes elizabeth personally colonized every country and comited atrocities

your like the guy on twitter who compared her to hitler.

actually you must be that guy

yall seem to think elizabeth title gave her some kind of power when it was juits that a title.

the british goverment, parliment, whatever shit the uk has did what you just took a screenshot of, but go off buddy.

people: " I HATE QUEEN ELIZABETH BECUASE OF COLONIZATION!"

you hate queen elizabeth for something she didnt even do???

you dont like the royal family than fine but dont be assholes who celebrate the death of an old lady

you people are just as big as assholes as the idiots who are blaming meghan and harry for elizabeth and phillip's passing.

70 years on the throne its not surprising the queen may have done things she shouldnt have

but i notice how yall ignore any good she has done

literally yall when it comes to any good queen elizabeth has done:

how to say "I love you" in x-files [131/?] ⤷ 2.05 — “Duane Barry”

DANA SCULLY + FEAR

1997 EMMYS 2025 SAG AWARDS

how to say "I love you" in x-files [117/?] ⤷ 1.17 — “E.B.E.”

David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson present at the 2025 SAG Awards

screencap redraws bc it makes me feel sooo crazy insane when she kisses him on the forehead

Fandom: The X-files | Pairing: Mulder/Scully | Fix-It | Set in 6x19, Unnatural | Read on AO3

The bat made contact with the ball with a satisfying thwack.

"Ooh, that's good," said Mulder. "Alright, what you may find is you concentrate on hitting that little ball… and the rest of the world just fades away - all your everyday nagging concerns-"

Scully giggled, and they swung the bat again, sending another ball flying. Thwack. He continued, his lips on her ear tickling its shell.

"How you probably couldn't afford that nice new suede coat on a G-woman's salary-"

Thwack.

"-how you threw away a promising career in medicine to hunt aliens with a crackpot - albeit brilliant man-"

Another thwack, and she turned her head to roll her eyes at him, her breath hitching at his proximity.

"-keeping your hands off your gorgeous partner; getting to the heart of a global conspiracy; your obscenely overdue triple-x bill- oh sorry Scully, the last three problems are mine, not yours."

Thwack. "Three, Mulder?" She asked, turning to him again, eyes sparkling with mischief. "You think I'm gorgeous?"

"Yes," he breathed, and her lips parted in surprise at the sudden intensity in his voice. She swallowed.

"You're not too bad yourself," she murmured, turning back to their joined hands on the bat. Thwack. Her back is pressed against his chest and she can feel his heartbeat, a rapid tattoo against her skin.

"And uh-" he cleared his throat. "I'm not doing a great job of keeping my hands off you, am I?"

"No, not really," she said. "But somehow, I don't seem to mind."

Thwack. Before she could overthink it, she let go of the bat, turned in the circle of his arms and cupping his face, pressed her lips to his. They're soft, warm, everything she imagined they would be like in the hours she spent fantasizing about doing just this. She heard the bat clattering to the plate before she felt his arms on her lower back and his lips move against hers to kiss her back. 

"I've wanted you for so long," he said, his voice low, teeth nipping at her bottom lip. She moaned softly against his mouth and felt his fingers tighten on her back.

"I've wanted you too," she whispered, capturing his mouth in hers again.

"Hey!" Came the ball-boy's voice, and Mulder and Scully's lips pulled away. "You two done or can I go home?"

"Go home!" Shouted Mulder, without breaking Scully's gaze, then kissed her again, making her giggle. 

"Don't you want to play baseball, Mulder?" She asked, pulling away and frowning slightly. "I know you don't get to do that very often."

"Sure, but I don't get to kiss you very often either," he grinned. "Besides-"

He kissed her on her nose, and her face broke out into a smile.

"-I like you better."

You, drowning between my arms—stay.

—ocean vuong

isn't poetry fun and not at all ripping out our souls?