People Complaining About How How Apparently Msr Isnt Relevant But Keeps Getting All These Votes Are Just

People complaining about how how apparently msr isn’t relevant but keeps getting all these votes are just so funny to me because the X files fandom is very alive for a 30 year old show. Maybe it doesn’t have as many fics in ao3 compared to others but that’s because it predates ao3.

Every day gifs are being posted, fics are coming out, art and fancams/edits are being posted on every social media site. Hell I’ve even been involved in drama on Twitter so I feel like that’s a signifier than the fandom is still relevant and alive

The x files fandom is very alive, you just have to know where to look.

I feel like some people need to relearn Genre Expectations... "Man, this tragedy sucks!!! Why didn't they just do XYZ, then everything could have ended happily!!" well, then it wouldn't be a tragedy, would it. "Man, this lighthearted teen romcom is terrible, it's so sappy and unrealistic!!" Well, yeah. If it had been gritty and dark, it wouldn't have been a lighthearted romcom, would it. Is the writing actually bad or are you just trying to order a milkshake from a Home Depot

Yeah sure we’ve all binged a long fic, but have you ever read a WIP and followed someone’s life?

Tidbits of information - (“I graduated today!”) - and small joys (“It’s my birthday!”) and you get to be there to say “This chapter made me cry, happy birthday, thank you for gifting us this”.

I remember reading this fic of someone at the end of high school, older than me then. They seemed infinitely wise, spoke of their future career and getting into the college they wanted. I remember them posting on days they felt like nothing could bring them down - and on days the whole world did and it’s the aftermath of a hospital visit. Cancer, I think it was, their father. I got to the end of the story, I know their father was fine, but also they got to finish their WIP. I graduated three years later than them, still dutifully wrote thank you notes in every comment. I wonder if they remember me, or just the collective of people reading the story as it updates.

Four years ago I was into my first year of university, my first year of figuring out being out in public spaces. I made excuses as to why my name didn’t match my paperwork and read a fic on the train, the same five chapters over and over again for the next years as I thought the story abandoned. It updated this week after such a long hiatus, I left another thank you comment.

There’s an author I love, they update their stories like a clockwork. When they don’t, I check their blog, just to see if their doing alright, not because I feel like they owe me, just to ensure whether I better get out my laptop to write that really detailed university level essay chapter analysis to get them smiling when their day sucked.

And then, once, when I was 17, I read a fic that hadn’t updated in over a decade. I wasn’t even in primary school when it started posting. On the last chapter, I left a comment that, in retrospect, was horribly rambly and most likely full of grammar mistakes. The author replied and though I couldn’t see their face, I thought of them crying. They were married now, had children, and hadn’t thought about this fic in years. They went through their files again, found another half written chapter and an outline. I got two new chapters to read that year.

And then, recently, someone told me they got back into writing original fiction because of my comments. I get to read nearly weekly chapters.

I love binge reading a finished fic, but nothing is ever going to top the feeling of anticipation of waiting for a chapter, the pure joy when someone tells you I was done with this, but you made me think of it again, so this is for you.

Anyway, I think we should romanticize reading WIPs more, growing up alongside the authors writing the stories we love.

This is insane.

It was your idea.

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Jim knew his wife all too well to know when she said everything was fine, there was definitely something wrong. He could hear it in the way her voice raised an octave, almost as if trying to sound a bit more cheerful, and he could see it in the way her shoulders tensed up and her head shot up every now and again. She thought she was fooling him but Jim could see straight through her act; in fact, he always could. They’ve been married for 15 years now, and in all that time, especially after having 2 children who can both do what their mother can, Jim knows the telltale signs that there is a ghost around who his wife just can’t seem to let go. He smiled, placing his used napkin down on his finished plate.

“Okay Mel, where is he...or she?”

Melinda looked startled, knowing all too well he would catch on sooner or later. “I don’t know what you're talking about.”

Still, she dances around the subject. Jim didn’t quite understand why as she always told him when he asked. “Come on Melinda, I know there’s one around. Why won’t you tell me?”

She sighed, looking back in the direction she had been glancing at all dinner. To her left sat a couple that looked to be a bit older than Jim and herself and in between them on each side sat two kids, a young boy and a teenage girl. It looked like they were celebrating something special with the gift bags that sat neatly tucked under the table near the older woman.

“There’s kids with him.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

Melinda turned back and smiled at him. “No Jim, I don’t mean those kids.”

“Oh, the kind I can’t see.”

“Yeah, there’s a young girl, maybe 7 or 8, and a boy who looks to be a couple years older than her. I’m sorry, I tried to ignore them throughout dinner but they just seem so...sad.”

She risked one more glance over and the spirits still stood on each side of the man of whom had no clue they existed, and continued to happily chat away with his family. The little girl who had her hand on the back of the man’s chair looked up and noticed Melinda staring over and smiled, instantly reminding her of her own little girl at home. Feeling just a bit sadder than before Melinda went to face her husband again before her eyes narrowed at something that had yet to make itself known, goosebumps running down her arms, and an undeniable feeling of pure anger sweeping over her.

A woman appeared behind the man causing the two children to disappear. She looked...bad. Her entire body was adorned in burn marks. Melinda swears she could see the flames licking at the woman’s skin until it melted and left nothing but a bloodied mess behind and it made her want to throw up. The hospital gown didn’t help either, as it seemed more red than white. The lady stared at him as if there was nothing more she would like to do than make him join her at that very moment. Her hand raised from her side and she flicked her finger, causing his glass of soda to knock over and spill into his lap. The man rushed to get up, dabbing his pants with his cloth napkin. The woman looked pleased with herself, smiling.

Then her head slowly turned towards Melinda, that smile dropping, and blinked from behind the man to right behind Jim. Her words were more haunting than her presence.

“He killed us. He killed us all.”

And just like that, she was gone.

“Melinda, what happened?”

She sighed, throwing her own napkin down onto her plate. “I think things just got a little more complicated.”