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Idk, anymore, what I expect to enjoy when I open Facebook for the tenth time in an hour... but a friend selling their state-of-the-art, gently used breast pump to one [1] lucky buyer ain't it.

And yet, I continue to hold onto my account for the promise of stupid memes and sandwhich recipes, like a True American.

#facebook #is lame #why do i continue to do this to myself? #I ASK YOU WHY?

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My toxic trait is seeing neat and quirky products on Instagram and adding them to my 'saved' folder.

I've never bought anything off Instagram since I've joined...

I continue to save.

#instagram #toxic trait

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obsessed with that bit in wetwired when they both turn up to the suspect's house and scully's being all professional doing her Government Job™️ and she looks out the window and mulder's just there fucking climbing a telegraph pole

#txf

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Nothing groundbreaking, but today I actually got up at a reasonable hour, showered, drove to Goodwill to look around, then McDonald's for a small fry and coke and... for someone who has been too severely depressed to leave the house (bordering on becoming agoraphobic), I'm kinda proud of myself.

It was a small thing, but it made me almost feel human again.

#personal #mental health #small victories

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YES TO ALL OF THIS

Update on the chronicles of me and my wife watching old shows: We have binged our way up to season 3 of Monk.

Thoughts:

I am really surprised at how much of these episodes I remember, even after years.

As a teen, I kind of preferred Natalie to Sharona because I felt like Sharona was too harsh with Monk, bordering on mean. Now, watching it again, I really love Sharona. She gets exasperated with Monk, but you can tell she also cares about him. Really sad that we're coming up on the point where she leaves the series.

There are some points where it feels almost like they were setting things up/hinting at the idea that maybe Sharona and Monk would get together somehow? Stuff like them being mistaken for a couple, some of their bickering, etc. I wonder if that's something the writers had planned, or had wanted to have open as a possibility for the series.

Adrian Monk is autistic coded, for sure. And I love him.

#monk #adrian monk

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Love is joining the Squishmallows subreddit because your wife is obsessed with them, and you wanna keep up with all the latest releases.

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“If The X-Files was a 90s anime.”

credit: MabooCraboo on imgur

#i love this sm #x files #msr #scully #mulder #fanart #anime #dana scully #fox mulder

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My wife out here legit singing 'All I Want For Christmas' to herself while doing dishes

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The hype is deserved.

As I kid I was obsessed with "Man! I Feel Like a Woman!" As an adult, I love Yung Gravy. This collab is insanely hype for me!

#shania twain #yung gravy

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Measuring the snow accumulation with my dick to make sure it's accurate.

#thats a solid 6 inches for sure #shitpost #i dont actually have a dick #but if i did #😏 #snowpocolypse #snow storm 2024 #winter storm ember

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すみません、あなたは私の雰囲気の中でオナラをしました。

Sumimasen, anata wa watashi no fun'iki no naka de onara o shimashita.

#excuse me #you farted in my atmosphere. #japanese #language

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Happy Thanksgiving. Today, all I know is charge my phone, send too many memes, be bisexual, eat hot turkey, and lie.

#except i was born before 1993 so i know to cook #millennials #be bisexual #Thanksgiving shit post #thanksgiving

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The reasons for the new version of “Walking After You” was that it had been licensed for use in the X-Files movie.  Grohl had wanted to provide the track with more emotion, having been unhappy with the original vocal track.  However, he also had high hopes that this love song about his separation from Jennifer Youngblood would be the catalyst for, and soundtrack to, Mulder and Scully finally getting together.

“Having watched the show so much for so many years, you fall in love with the characters,” he says.  "And I guess you sorta expect them to fall in love with each other.  'Walking After You’ is basically an intimate sort of love song where you’re so dependent on someone else that you know, if they walk out on you, then… then you’re walking after them.  Because you need them.  So I guess my dream was to give this to the X-Files and have them use it in a scene where Mulder and Scully finally get together (laughs).  The love scene!   It would be amazing to see that happen with a song that meant a lot to me playing in the background.  That would be pretty beautiful.“

—Dave Grohl: Times Like His: Foo Fighters, Nirvana and Other Misadventures (2015)

#DUDE #msr #x files #mulder and scully #xfiles #the x files #fight the future

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#okay but #why cant we just move to japan??? #idk the more i watch videos the more i want it #i can learn the language #i already have learned the basics #for that peace of mind #i would do anything #i dont have anything keeping me in America

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#goddammit #i have to reblog #i cant not reblog #what is wrong with me #x files #msr #mulder and scully #xfiles #the x files #gillian anderson #david duchovny

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Jamestown, North Dakota

{REPOST} My first challenge! This fic holds a special place in my heart because I used to spend my summers in ND. I had to do some research on Sioux indian folklore, so I hope it's accurate enough. Thanks to @viceversawrites for beta'ing it and creating this challenge!

Mulder comforts Scully with a surprise picnic under the stars after a particularly difficult case in North Dakota.

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He's been at the Stutsman County Sheriff's Office since seven o'clock this morning, sifting through piles of evidence and paperwork and following up on leads that have gotten him nothing. Nowhere. 

The dizzying flicker of overhead lights, along with the smell of old coffee and cigarettes, makes his head throb. He rubs incessantly at his temples with the pads of his fingers, willing the pain to subside.

He's not surprised that it doesn't.

He closes his eyes, wincing, as pictures of young girls' mutilated bodies burn into his retinas like a phosphorescent afterimage. He'll have to remember not to sleep tonight. 

The familiar ring of his cell phone pierces through his frazzled brain, and he scrambles across the desk to grab it, spilling a cup of water on his lap in the process.

"Mul-- shit. Mulder," he answers as he dabs at the wet spot with an old napkin that had been hanging around since lunch earlier.

"Mulder, are you ready to come get me? It's nearly nine o'clock. I feel like I've been at this for days, and I don't know if I can stomach another autopsy tonight."

Guilt prickles at his conscience like a cold, jarring rain. He feels like such an ass. Here he was feeling sorry for himself because he was stuck examining those grisly photos strewn across his makeshift desk all day, when it was Scully who had to face the horrors up close and personal. 

He doesn't know how she does it, case after case. 

"Of course," he replies. "Lemme just wrap this up, and I'll be there in ten."

His egress is swift. He stops only to stuff folders into his briefcase and clean up his mess before grabbing his jacket, and pushing his way through heavy steel doors to freedom. A warm, gentle breeze greets him on the other side, seeping into his bones and calming his weary soul.

It's dusk, now. 

Bands of colorful light stubbornly cling to the remnants of sunshine as they disappear behind the horizon-- caught in limbo between earth and sky-- waiting their turn to be swallowed by the darkness. Day and night locked in an endless battle for time and space.

The sky seems so much bigger in North Dakota. More so than any other state he's been to. Its awe-inspiring presence towers over everything, claiming dominion over the land and making anything tethered to the earth seem infinitesimally small. 

That's why he likes it out here. Back home, people call him a weirdo for always staring at the heavens. Here, it's impossible not to.

Here, the heavens stare at you. 

•••••

The radio station spits and crackles half a country song through the speakers before Scully reaches to turn it off with a sigh, bathing the car in empty silence. The cabin of the car vibrates as the tires beat a path through dusty, gravel backroads to their motel outside town.

They've had to wash the car three times since arriving here.

"You wanna eat at that truck stop diner before we reach the motel? The one with the really good curly fries?" He sends the question out into the void, his stomach growling for attention.

"No. I just want a hot bath and a bed." 

He steals a glance in her direction. Her wistful gaze is fixed upon the slideshow flicker of moonlit prairieland streaming past her window. She seems upset. He thinks he knows why.

"Look, Scully… this case. I know it's hard. I know what you're going through."

"Do you, Mulder?" she quips. "Do you, really?" She's turned to look at him now, her pointed stare cutting through him like a stone-sharp arrow.

"I think so," he says hesitantly. "This is probably one of the worst cases we've been on."

"Yeah…" she scoffs then looks away, as if composing her thoughts, before continuing.

"I spent my entire day cutting open the corpses of young, innocent girls whose families may never get the privilege of knowing or understanding what happened to them," she starts, her voice straining against the overwhelming emotion bleeding through.

"I had to speak with the families-- mothers and fathers and elder tribal leaders-- to convince them I needed to conduct these autopsies to find answers. That there was no other way," her voice begins to waver, and his stomach clinches at the sound of her holding back tears. "And I tried to do it with dignity, Mulder. I did."

He represses the urge to reach over and gather her small hand in his, unsure if now is the right time, if she'd at all be receptive to it. His fingers almost make the journey across the console before her voice startles them back.

"I fought this entire day with local law enforcement and coroners who treated these victims and their families like castaways. Who didn't think they warranted the kind of comprehensive investigation needed to solve this case because they lived on an indian reservation. Because they weren't white."

"I'm so sorry, Scully," he whispers, waging an internal struggle within himself, deciding whether or not to stop the car, to pull her into his arms, before ultimately choosing against it. They're almost at the motel. And he doesn't trust himself not to let things get too far. 

"I had no idea you had to go through that today. If I'd known..."

"There wasn't anything that you could've done, Mulder," she says defeatedly. "I guess… I'm just tired. I really just want to go to bed and forget it."

He understands, he does. He wants the same. Except he can't face that empty motel room of his alone. 

They pull into the parking lot and he kills the engine. The vibrations from their rough journey still linger throughout his body, his ears buzzing in the silence, and he waits.

"You, um, wanna come in-- over? To my room?" His voice is fraught with nervous anticipation-- a teenager asking his crush to prom.

"Mulder-- I… I don't think it's a good idea. We're on a case, and we decided to stay in our respective rooms. Remember?"

He remembers. His selective memory is just having a difficult time remembering why he'd agreed to it. Especially now when all he wants to do is gather her in his arms and make her forget this day ever happened. 

He wants to forget.

Continue...

#x files #msr #mulder and scully #xfiles #the x files #xf fanfic #the xfiles #msr fanfic #fanfic #50 states #mine #a bad fic now that a reread it but whatever #i guess its out there now so whatever