#s10e04

[lower-the-volume]

paper moon

#s10e04 #dean winchester #spn #supernatural #Sam Winchester #10.04

[icy-watch]

The practical part of my brain knows that they're just reusing Kai's old model here, but the other part of me is wondering how he still fits in to his old clothes.

#liveblogging #ninjago #march of the oni #season 10 #episode 4 #endings #s10e04

[samsocialism]

#dean #dean winchester #game warden #spn #supernatural #spn 10x04 #s10e04 #gif #*

[inevitablemoment]

Linda Purl as Ashley Pfister in Happy Days - A Night at the Circus [10x04]

#Linda Purl #Happy Days #Ashley Pfister #10x04 #s10e04 #My GIFs

[plasticfloweringreenhouse]

#spooks #s10e04 #Dimitri Levendis

[goodshipsmulder]

The Tide

Post episode fic for Home Again. Mulder's silence at the end scene bugged me so I made a headcanon out of it, as always ;) My first ever fanfic by the way, I shall try and tag correctly. ****

‘Of course we didn’t treat William like trash. Anything but. We did everything we could to protect him.’ I want to say this to her out loud but as with almost everything I’ve wanted to say to her today, the words get stuck in my throat, so all I can do is squeeze her shoulder as she leans into me and hope she knows.

I didn’t go to the funeral, and one week on I still feel like trash myself for not being there for her despite that being at Scully’s request. When we’d discussed it, she was worried I’d get into a fight with Bill again and I had to grudgingly admit, based off of the last time he and I tried to attend the same Scully family get together, that this was for the best. So we’d agreed I’d pick her up after the wake and the two of us would go down to the coast, to a favorite spot of her parents’, and sprinkle some of Margaret’s ashes into the sea there. Bill doesn’t like the sentiment of spreading ashes, claiming the spirit is more important than the body or something, and Charlie as usual couldn’t stick around.

She feels soft and light as she leans into me, and I can’t help but enjoy how tactile she’s been since her mom’s last days in the hospital. Trying not to enjoy her touch *too* much, I keep my gaze on the shoreline in the middle distance.

Ever since we started back on the X Files, I’ve felt this gradual shift as if we’re getting back to how things used to be between us. It hasn’t been a linear, progressive change – things never have been that way for us. No, more like the tide of the sea, slowly edging inwards, the waves crashing forward then drawing back across the sand, imperceptibly moving in. A look here, a touch there, then we back off into the realms of cordiality and professionalism. Back and forth, ebb and flow. Sometimes I feel that she’s close to coming home to me for good, other times I feel like we’re back to square one like when she was first assigned to work with me and we were still learning to trust each other. I hope it doesn’t take another 7 years for her to let me in again…but I can wait.

The breeze lifts a lock of her hair and it brushes against my cheek. Although I still hate fire, I have always loved how her hair looks like a burning beacon of light. Here in the dwindling light and starkness of the beach, it seems to glow even more in contrast. If our relationship is the tide of the sea, Scully herself is a lighthouse. She’s been there to guide me to safer waters so many times and I know she needs the same from me today.

I’m silently reflecting on the metaphor and whether I can extend it any further without it becoming cloying - considering whether she views me as a riptide, pulling her out into danger, or more as a weighty anchor, dragging her downward with me whenever my depression hit - when suddenly she says my name.

“I think I’m ready now,” she says, pulling away from me and picking up the urn containing her mother’s ashes. I rise, trying not to wince at the stiffness in my knees, and help her to stand. Her smart black heels aren’t really suited to the sand, so I have an excuse to offer her my arm to help steady her, and she takes it without hesitation. We make our way down the beach toward the old wooden jetty, up onto the creaking weathered boards and slowly out towards the edge where the water is surprisingly deep and laps gently against the beams beneath.

She’s clutching the urn to her chest and I can see she’s starting to tremble as she struggles with the clasp, so I lay my hand over hers and murmur “We can do this another time if you want…”

“No, no I want to do this today…I need to. It’s what she wanted.”

That’s her ‘I need to work now’ tone so I take my hand away and let her continue. She tips a small pool of ash onto the palm of her hand and tremulously holds it out over the water. I know she’s already given enough speeches at the funeral and the wake, and her voice is already breaking so I’m not surprised when she keeps it brief:

“Mom, here you go, back to Ahab like you wanted. Wherever you are now, there will always be a part of you in the sea, just like dad. And there will always be a part of you with me, too. Love you.”

She turns her hand and lets the ashes sprinkle down into the water, the sea foam gently swirling around them until they sink down away from view.

I’m still gazing at the water when I realise she’s holding out the urn to me. “I’d like you to do this too, Mulder,”

I nod and accept the small heap of ashes she pours into my palm. I hold my hand out over the water and pause. I kinda knew she’d want me to say a few words and I’d been unsure what to say, but I decided to freestyle it, true Mulder fashion.

“Margaret…I know after my mother died you always said I could call you Mom and I never did. I always wanted you to know that it wasn’t that I didn’t want to, just that you always felt like so much more to me than that word had ever meant to me…you showed me so much love and acceptance. Thank you. And thank you for raising Dana into the wonderful, feisty, beautiful person she is today…” I can feel Scully reaching out to touch my arm and I start to falter again. Never one for too much schmaltz, I try for a bit of levity, “and thanks for all that delicious food you made for me, especially your Irish Stew, and for making sure I ate a vegetable now and then. I’ll try and keep that up.” I smile to myself and tip the ashes into the water, somewhat less gracefully than Scully had.

We stand there quietly for a while, then Scully says in barely more than a whisper “When did mom cook for you?”

Shit. I forgot she didn’t know.

“Oh…yeah that was after…after you moved out. She came over one day out of the blue, said you hadn’t mentioned seeing me in a while and she was getting worried about me. She noticed I was looking a little rough and I think she clocked the takeout containers in the kitchen. She came over again the next day with a big bag full of Tupperware homemade frozen dinners and a freshly baked lasagne. And then she came back a week later with more, to make sure I’d eaten.”

Scully lets out a tiny broken chuckle “That is so typically Mom,”

“Yeah, it happened a couple of times, actually. Just whilst you were…” I cut myself off, chiding myself for mentioning the breakup. “She was a very giving person, your mom.”

She reaches out and cups my cheek with her hand, her bottom lip quivering.

“I’m sorry I abandoned you like that, Fox. I should have checked in on you more,”

“It’s OK,” I shrug off the repeated use of my first name. “I was a difficult person to be around back then,”

“So was I…”

I scoff at the notion quietly, shaking my head. She pulls me in for a hug and I breathe her in, her perfume mingling with the faint smell of whiskey on her breath from the bottle she’d shared with her brothers that morning.

The breeze starts to pick up and I feel her shiver.

“It’s getting late. Want me to drive you back to your apartment now?”

She starts to say yes then changes her mind. “Actually…let’s go back to the house together. If we stop by the market on the way I can grab a few things…maybe make you some of Mom’s stew? I��m pretty sure I remember the recipe,”

I’ve gotten better at meal planning lately, and she’ll probably be pleasantly surprised by the current contents of my fridge, but I can’t remember the last time we sat down for a home cooked meal together and can’t help but feel a flush of excitement at the thought of her coming home, if only for a few hours.

“Sounds good,” I say, turning to look back to the shore.

“I think the tide’s coming in…”

I turn back to her and smile, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah…I think it is.”

#x files #the x files #home again #s10e04 #mulder x scully #fox mulder #dana scully #x files revival #margaret scully #mild angst #after the funeral #fanfic #x files fanfic #death mention tw

[upthelagan]

Midsomer Murders. The Axeman Cometh.

#midsomer murders #midsomer murders S10E04 #the axeman cometh #jason hughes #ben jones #john nettles #tom barnaby #grandpacore #grandpa core #tv #actors #utl seen in 2023

[fieriframes]

[Love can sometimes achieve the impossible.]

#s10e04 you found em #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #love

[thenwedied]

person who is obsessed with our flag means death watching any other media: hmm I’m getting a lot of ofmd vibes from this

#our flag means death #bobs burgers #ofmd #ofmdedit #stede bonnet #mary bonnet #bob belcher #linda belcher #parallels #it's me i'm person #s10e04 pig trouble in little tina #bobsburgersedit #ofmdgifs #*mofmdgifs #*mygifs #they're the same picture

[fierifiction]

Reliqua inde 2 a precedenti pagina sub hoc signo.oto.o.a, nio nisi aut quem cercos eorum quae, non suo signae signo.oto.o.a naturas magna, fieri dolore unarum.o.o.a sine quos quiescritis.o.o.a, una est.o.o.a sine autem nisi.o.o.a. A post ciphers is nothing but a post of the Post. The Post is called simply the Post, for it is a post of the Post.

#s10e04 you found em #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #precedenti pagina #hoc

[dykebyulyi]

not madagascar cockroaches 😭😭😭😭😭

#callie watches criminal minds #cw: s10e04

[icy-watch]

Well that's certainly

A look.

Them eyebrows

#liveblogging #ninjago #march of the oni #season 10 #episode 4 #endings #s10e04

[mndvx]

DOCTOR WHO — Knock Knock (S10E04) directed by Bill Anderson | written by Mike Bartlett ››› Pearl Mackie as Bill Potts ››› Peter Capaldi as The Doctor

#doctor who #pearl mackie #bill potts #peter capaldi #12th doctor #dw #doctorwhoedit #dwedit #tvedit #scifiedit

[plasticfloweringreenhouse]

#spooks #s10e04 #Dimitri Levendis

[dongslinger--420]

BJHM S4E03 "Hooray! Todd Episode!" and IASIP S10E04 "Charlie Work" are basically the same episode.

#i will elaborate if necessary #bjhm #bojack horseman #bjhm s4 #hooray! todd episode! #it's always sunny in philadelphia #iasip #iasip s10 #charlie work #todd chavez #charlie kelly

[upthelagan]

Midsomer Murders. The Axeman Cometh.

#midsomer murders #midsomer murders S10E04 #the axeman cometh #jason hughes #ben jones #john nettles #tom barnaby #was going to make this black and white but seemed a crime to hide those eyes of barnaby #tv #actors #utl seen in 2023