What Will It Be, Boss? The Comfort Of Misery Or The Pain Of Change?

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An Ode to the Scientists of the X-Files

They sweep into your lab a matched pair, brandishing samples, theories, danger. You make them believe what they're seeing, produce numbers, charts, evidence like magic, forever worshipping at the altar of science, you are the brightest and most incorrigible.

You die in every episode. Your lab burns down. Your car crashes. You're stabbed or drowned or poisoned, No matter which way you're murdered, You die for science.

The duo might not remember your name. But you remember, how under your microscope You saw a little piece of the universe, and God, too.

THE X-FILES | 2.13

I can imagine a drugged Mulder seeing this billboard and begging Scully to take him to one

Got cursed by thought goblins

DANA SCULLY + FEAR

I was watching commentaries and interviews and is always like "oh no they are just platonic, nothing romantic" or "They are not going to be together", Who did they think they were fooling? Nobody is buying that, 30 years ago, today or any near future, this is not usual platonic coworkers behaivor by any means.

THE X-FILES | 4.05

Day 11, Nighttime

Some siblings for you. Just for you. Perry is filing taxes somewhere else. @howtonerdoutovereverything