I have an idea!! We all love it when Scully borrows(/steals) Mulder’s clothes in fic, but what about Mulder borrowing(/stealing) Scully’s clothes?
Mulder had been a good boy, restlessly applying himself to complete recovery after waking with the scars of smoked-out beetles in his throat. A little over ten days in the hospital-- a record, barring their previous quarantines-- a little under one for the flight home, a little over two to sleep off the return trip, and (he'd assumed) a few more days, a few more meds, a few more teasing touches and everything would be business as usual.
Today had not been a good day.
He'd woken coughing up an ecosystem, lungs burning and head throbbing with each heaving inhalation. Scully had insisted he stay in bed, repositioning him away from the puddle of sweat pooling under his back and mopping away the gunk he spat into his hand. She'd pulled them both back from the vivid recollection of that hand spattered with blood two weeks ago: "Excess mucous production, Mulder-- the membranes in your respiratory tract are irritated. You'll be fine." And she'd willed it so, handing him the full dosage they'd tapered off yesterday and only leaving because he'd insisted she head in to work.
Three hours in, Mulder found his second wind through sheer desperation.
Scooting and sliding his way to the bathroom, the stink of sweat and acidic saliva oozed from every pore of his skin, collected in every fiber of his clothing. His clothes hit the tile with a half-damp plop; and he gripped the sink with one hand while splashing messy water rivulets down his face and back with the other. Too exhausted to pat himself dry, Mulder monkey-branched from the wall to the doorknob, bracing himself for the incoming change in temperature. His cough predictably hacked in rebellion-- not as violently as it had for reveille, but enough to halt his forward progress in fits and stops.
He refused to go back to the swamp bed, shivering towards the closet for something quick to throw on. Clutching the hangers feebly for balance, Mulder darted from shirt to shirt, wondering if he'd rather freeze than attempt to stretch one over his head.
Hello. That was new.
There was a giant men's coat tucked away in the far-left corner where he knew that Scully knew he knew coats no longer belonged. He scowled-- shivering, sweating, trembling body forgotten-- and made a grab for it, twisting the cuffs around to look for a stitched identification or insignia. There were none.
On closer inspection, it wasn't a giant men's coat, after all: it was a giant, fluffy men's robe.
Hungrily pulling it off the rack, Mulder wrapped himself up in a slice of heaven and resumed his shuffle to the couch. It defied all known laws of nature, leeching the sickness from his body, the aches from his muscles, the pounding from his head. He decided not to question it.
Mulder propped up against his favored arm rest, wiggling his toes until sleep began to fuzzily descend. Before the tide pulled him completely away, Scully's key clicked and turned the lock. Earlier than her usual lunch hour.
"Mulder...?" floated softly into the room; and, at peace, he dreamed.
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Tagging @today-in-fic
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Solve for X
Answer: Destroy billions of dollars worth of brand name recognition, stock price and more in mere moments!
Somewhat amusingly, I had watched a review on a particular terrible movie from a few years ago just before seeing this news which features it as a plot point, and now that site's name means nothing, apparently!
I look forward to the millions of broken links and more this'll create, additional typos that result in folks going to the.. wrong sites.. and all because yet another rich brat whose (slaver) parents didn't love them is afflicted with a severe case of the Dunning–Kruger effect. I swear at this point it's contagious or something...
So hey! How's it going? My day's certainly going better than someone elses! Namely, anyone who still owns Twitter.. I mean Brand "X" stock!
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Hello, hun <3
I'm here in your ask box this fine weekend to ask about your honest opinion about Phil Collins as a drummer and as a singer. I'm curious <3
I'm answering a bit late as always ✌🏻😔
but yooo thanks so much I love random asks!!!!
My honest opinion about Phil Collins as a drummer:
my opinion is split... the way he played jazz fusion in the band Brand X (in the 70s) was *chef's kiss*
also the 70s progressive Genesis drumming had veeery good quality!! But still, imo not perfect, not my favourite drumming.
Then in the 80s his drumming style became bland
All in all: It's ok. He is not a world class drummer and his style is not ✨ OUtRAgeOUS ✨
As a singer:
No I don't really like his voice; it has a unique tone, but you know what I mean, I can't listen to him for a long time
But what's special about his voice is that I connect many childhood memories with it, this adds bonus points to him 😌
Also, when a certain P C song comes on the radio I love his voice much more than when I listen to the same song on Spotify?! (which I find strange)
Again thank you Melllll !! :D
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The X-Files - “Brand X”
Written by Steven Maeda & Greg Walker
March 13, 2000 (BLUE)
Cut line: Scully shows her sympathy for Skinner...
Scully shows her deep concern for Mulder...
Mulder resists the Siren call of the cigarette...
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IT'S NO CONTEST!
At the Koopa Kola Competition, 4 out of 5 mushrooms picked the crunchy taste of KOOPA-KOLA CLASSIK® over the competition -- and without even tasting it!!! Now that's a winner!!!
KOOPA-KOLA CLASSIK®...the Kola that's still made with real coal!
No wonder it's a classik (Now available in regular and extra fat formula!)
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idk how to put it into words but i feel like it’s not talked about enough how in brand x darrel weaver was on the verge of tears during that last confrontation with skinner when he was talking about how he’s “a regular damn scientific marvel” and how they’re gonna study him and write scientific papers about him and shit and like i know he’s the motw and the ‘bad guy’ but the whole experience is as just as traumatizing for him as for everyone else maybe even more so
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So Twitter is now more than ever just like those deliberately shitty fictional products that don't and could not possibly exist. Like those you sometimes see in ads to make the product they're trying to sell more appealing.
Except it actually exists.
For fuck's sake, it's literally 'Brand X.'
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@ultrakillblast is always on point
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You guys I think food fight was onto something
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