scullygirl

Found these absolutely deranged photos of my childhood bedroom.

ok you’re all welcome and loved here but u can’t. call it sculder

The X-Files without people + scully’s apartment (1/?) / instagram.

mr and mrs spooky

The sillies (they have consumed my soul)

txf textposts part 11

oh my god i love dana scully sooooo much i want her so bad…

if i was writing gay x files fanfiction for fun in 1997 and i found out david duchovny and nicholas lea had read it together for a laugh i would kill myself on the streets of los angeles

not to be all richard siken about it but: mulder and scully are like two weird little ducks gliding together in a river. they’re like two telephone poles on opposite side of the street communicating parallel. they’re two strange fungi in the woods. they’re a gate and a latch. they’re a tree trunk split into two. they’re barnacles and boat hulls. they’re a sea siren and a light house. they’re a closed door and yellow light streaming from beneath. they’re two ships in the night. they’re each other and not-each other. they’re themselves and not-themselves. they’re the last matches in the box. they might be poisonous. they miss each other. they don’t have the words to say it.

an ode to dana scully from one fox mulder on the day of her 60th birthday ❣️💌❣️lyrics from a tmg song