mulder and diana literally have the most intense divorced energy anyone could ever have...they have the chemistry of two people who've been married for decades and maybe don't wanna be married anymore, maybe aren't married anymore, but once you're married you're grandfathered in. you're always married. haven't touched each other in years, go most days not even considering the other, but owe each other something, and aren't sure of what it is. diana lies and lies and lies to his face, and then dies to save him. she feels entitled to him, she knows what's best for him, what's his is theirs. always. she was there when he got it. she helped him build it. (she tells him herself: "don't forget that"). so much of what she does appears as she's trying to establish a claim over him, but she doesn't have to try. she just is. she's irreproachable. you don't talk about the wife. (and you don't talk to her, as scully and diana arguing is met only with mulder's impatient, "scully...scully...scully.")
any time she comes up in conversation, his friends are uncomfortable. i love the way byers goes "well....yeah?" when scully asks if he knows diana. he says it like he's surprised that scully didn't know about her. when scully won't stop pressing mulder about diana in one son, all three of the boys tense up. the camera keeps going to their reactions. (you don't talk about the wife. they were there. "i always wondered why they split up.")
scully says "special agent diana fowley" as though maybe if she had one more title to throw in, she would disappear. diana says "fox" like she has something to prove. mulder says "diana" like it communicates everything he doesn't say. and in a way, it does. the first time scully heard him call agent fowley "diana," she knew.
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Home Guardians
They’re actually rlly cool and bestest of friends <3
I was outside buying cat food but saw that there was enough snow around for some arts and crafts. I was kinda embarrassed cause my neighbor (old man) walked out to his car (and for a smoke)
I didn’t have any gloves on but I didn’t care, I wanted to make snowmen!!! I could’ve stopped at one but I felt bad because Eyeball (the one with the dirt on face) was alone ;(
So I made leaf! I wanted to give em to my neighbor who was still watching and talking to me but he said to put em with eyeball. Now they’re together on my porch! Maybe I’ll go out again but rn I’m hungry and warming up!
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today sucks im gonna start killing people as my new hobby
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This, somehow, is microwave safe
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It's an odd comfort to experience a Bad Fibromyalgia Time after a long long period of not having this intensity of it.
Like it sucks slsjskdjd of course but
Very validating to experience some of the moderately severe symptoms and realize "wow this fucking sucks, this isn't normal at all, most people do not deal with this and I did a great job at surviving this for years. I deserved way more credit than I myself. Good job, past-me. You were goddamn tenacious."
The validation is nice
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thanks to all who were rooting for me i got the ceramics teaching job. going to be kids classes mostly might also get to teach adults but they were like well wait and see
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Wait what's annoying about blended drinks? Hope ur having a good dayyy
They just take a lot more time and steps to make than any other drink and because of that it interrupts ✨bar flow✨ blended drinks just slow down the process a lot which is rough when you work somewhere where there's a lot of customers all the time.
At my cafe we only have one blender so I also need to clean it between every blended drink so there's no contamination between milk/drink types. We're just a really busy coffee shop so it's hard to keep up in the summer when everyone wants a blended at once lol.
If you order a blended I don't actually want you dead it's just annoying lol hope you have a good day too!!
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i’ve been in a real doom spiral lately about climate change and the fate of the human race and if anything means anything if we are all ultimately doomed by the narrative and why the fuck i keep getting up and pour my heart and soul out into a job that pays me pennies and constantly breaks my heart and makes me feel inadequate—
but.
today was my summer student’s last day in our lab, and she gave me the most heartfelt parting gifts i could have imagined: a silly mug, a four-pack of my favorite energy drink, a gift card, and two handwritten thank-you notes. she told me i was the best “big sister” and she was certain she had the best internship experience out of any of them. she told me how much it mattered to her that i cared about her experience over the past 10 weeks.
and it’s like. i don’t know, i don’t know, but tonight at least i’m more sure than i was this morning that the love human beings have for each other has to mean something, cosmically. when we care about each other it has lasting echoes. nothing lasts forever, but even if we’re all swept away in a giant flood next year or in 100 years, all the love has to go somewhere. it has to mark the landscape. i have to believe that.
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