Lest we forget, I'll let Scully tell it like it is:

"He's an Oxford educated psychologist, who wrote a monograph on serial killers and the occult that helped to catch Monty Props in 1988. Generally thought of as the best analyst in the violent crimes section."

And then she spends the next seven years as his partner, choosing to remain by his side despite the costs they've both paid in their mutual search for the truth. She also falls in love with him and shares a bed with him and even bears him a son.

Would a well-educated, savvy, curious, rigidly scientific "just the facts" woman who rarely backs down and takes zero shit from 99% of the population, sound like the type who'd stick it out with some brain-dead fool who can't tell the difference between his ass and a hole in the ground? What, she just tolerates Mulder because he's cute? She continues to willingly place her life and safety in jeopardy, makes sacrifices most of us can never imagine, just because he's the fun kind of crazy and takes her on adventures?

If that's really what you think MSR is, then Mulder's not the only dumb one in that partnership, is he?

And just so we're clear on this: Mulder has never been and will never be a "himbo." Miss me with that shit.

2022 WoW x FFxiv: The Leveilleurs visit Azeroth and learn about the many wonders which live there (and meet Yu'la, Broodling of Yu'lon)

Peter, who sat down a while ago on one of the small chairs, trying to make himself as unobtrusive as he could, watches as Olivia goes back to her roaming, much more slowly this time. Her whole demeanor changes within a minute, as if she’s finally allowing her anger to simmer down now that Walter is out of sight. After grabbing that same, dusty doll for the third time, studying it intently for long seconds, she puts it down again. Her hand goes up to her face, next, pinching the bridge of her nose, eyes closed, and Peter almost feels the energy draining out of her, her shoulders slumping, hunching slightly inward. It’s as if the weight of that responsibility is crushing her all over again, without her anger to latch onto. His urge to get up and walk to her is strong, fighting against his most intrinsic instincts. He knows he can’t help, not in a way that matters, but it causes him something close to physical pain, watching her beating herself up like that without being able to give her some comfort. He remains seated instead, uncomfortably so, because there is no way in hell she will allow him to approach her right now, not as she stands. “Can I offer some unsolicited advice?” he does ask after a long minute, keeping his voice low, just in case she’s forgotten he’s here. Given her lack of reaction, she was aware of his presence. She drops her hand, which comes down to her hip as she straightens up, glancing at him. She doesn’t even bother with a spoken answer, giving him a tired shrug instead. “Get some rest,” he tells her, seriously. When she scoffs, as he knew she would, he insists. “I know you didn’t sleep any more than I did last night, so you’ve been up for almost two whole days. Whatever he’s hoping for you to see, I’m pretty sure sleep deprivation can’t be helping.” This is the longest she’s looked at him since last night, in New York, when they first got to the building. With every second she spends with her eyes locked with his, he senses her turmoil increasing, not just in the way her body has started to sway, almost imperceptibly, one of her most glaring telltales. Her face is slowly constricting, too, the look in her eyes becoming anxious. Just as Peter is about to throw caution to the wind and go to her, offer her that comfort they both know she won’t take yet needs, Olivia abruptly puts an end to their eye contact, turning her upper body away from him, her finger briefly going up to her lips.

It's a fact that I love writing body language. It's also a fact that I will probably always love writing Olivia's body language the most. And I 150% thank Anna for the way she played her, because it's magic.

botw was a good story about coping w/ tragedy, the dangers of expectations and pedestals, and how to live after disaster

totk could have been such a good story about generational trauma, coming to terms w/ grief, and how to really on others after a life time of being alone but it just...wasnt. it had so much potential to build on the themes of botw and give a good thematic close to zelda and link's archs and it set all that up but just...did not

Okay, so I know this is probably NOT how it's going to go at all, but I think a really, really interesting take for the Ruins DLC (or just A Post-Fire AU in-general), would be for the fire itself to have snapped the animatronics out of the viruses hold. Like, the sheer damage or security/self-preservation protocols it instills straight up is enough to short circuit the virus and snap them all back to reality.

Imagine the horror of finding out what they've done, what they've been forced to endure, and what's happened to their home all because someone had control over their bodies and minds and it took an entire fucking fire bringing the building down to free them from it. Ouugh.

kh lovessss making the girls interesting anf giving them major potential only to push that all aside and do almost nothing with them. WE NEED A FEMINIST RETELLING OF KINGDOM HEARTS ‼️

the game we deserved

Thinks oh so hard abt the spiraling upwards clan founders, especially the birchclan founders. Silly lil kitties who's pasts are drenched in blood with the primary regret of not drawing it sooner

Why do people say Alexander Hamilton Jr (Alexander's second son) was an asshole? I know he often left the family behind without consideration, but was there anything really else he did that was so terrible?

this is a really good question, and i honestly had trouble answering it. thank you @yr-obedt-cicero for basically doing my job for me GEJSBWMWV

still, there really isn’t much outside of the family that he did that was shitty. he was a divorce attorney so there was that

essentially the gist of everything cicero told me (imma cite the sources they gave me in case you want to do further reading) was that alex jr in general left his family in times of financial hardship to fend for themselves, putting all the responsibility on james to be basically the eldest son (cicero also has a good post on this). he also stole his father’s papers and tried to get an unreasonable amount of money out of e. holly’s will.

tl;dr outside of being a shitty brother, he wasn’t the worst person, but was a really shitty brother

https://deadbishop-blog.tumblr.com/post/86053680832/my-dear-philip-i-hope-you-have-taken-measures-to

As Phil II was writing a calendar and description of every letter and on one he wrote; “… taken by my brother Alexr Hamilton from the House of my sister E[liza] H Holly immediately after her death without any colour of right or authority …,” dated, December 30, 1859 (from my dms with @yr-obedt-cicero bc the link didn’t work)

https://books.google.com/books?id=KL9cAAAAcAAJ&pg=PA65&lpg=PA65&dq=It+was+my+good+fortune+to+have+almost+the+entire+care+and+management+of+her+affairs.+The+elder+son#v=onepage&q=It%20was%20my%20good%20fortune%20to%20have%20almost%20the%20entire%20care%20and%20management%20of%20her%20affairs.%20The%20elder%20son&f=false

the haunting of villa diodati is so unfairly slept upon 

I love how Tony started out as a pokemon Reborn MC OC to me

and now she's just - God's favorite punching bag

someone end my suffering I’m thinking of a braime/lannister fam supernatural au and it went from a silly little idea to me eyeing a google doc because the idea is GROWING

quoting my notes app: "Community market thing between a gap of collapsed buildings (during the end of The Tragedy it takes a while for big grocers n stuff to bounce back w some being lost to the tragedy entirely, that one Casey's down the road in my hometown over in the Midwest is still running tho cause not even the apocalypse would be able to kill it)

i’m not saying i’ve got unresolved trauma but i am saying that this alex rider fanfic is making me remember how shit my dad is

Me: the point of this Stephanie fic should be Stephanie enjoying her time with her friends and genuinely enjoying the life she's been given while slowly discovering who she is

Also me: and kissing Jason Todd. Gotta kiss Jason Todd a bunch.

my roommate saying she’s paying for college w/o her parents help bc it’s her money, but that money is her 529 college fund and stocks she owns like...