#[ love dana's relationships ]

[stargatelov3r]

I love characters that think they can't allow themselves to love or be loved

just to have someone stride into their life to turn that concept upside down

[kiernanshayemckay]

Fox Mulder being head over heels in love with Dana Scully

[fortycumber]

the sounds of muffled screaming is me fangirling into my pillow with a big sheepish grin on my face.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Been thinking about the X-Files recently. A show I have a hazy, but fond memory of.

[unfinishedrambles]

hands. that's it that's the post.

[the-spooky-alien]

Nobody does it like Mulder and Scully. They’re partners, they’re best friends, they’re lovers. She’s his one in five billion, she wouldn’t put herself on the line for anybody but him. They’re always on each other’s side (and they know it). She shot him once, and he almost shot her too (and he would’ve if he hadn’t been desperately fighting back the voice in his mind). They’ve seen each other naked well before they first kissed. In fact, they undressed themselves (metaphorically and literally) on one of their first night working together because they wanted to trust each other. She was abducted and he stopped sleeping because he was trying to find her (and he was wearing her faith, holding her cross for her because he couldn’t not hope for her return). She makes him honest, a whole new person, and he needs her to go on (and she needs him too, they’re each other’s touchstone). She listens to him, gives credit to his theories when no one does, and in turn, he doesn’t belittle her for being a woman. They listen to each other so much that they begin to pick up some knowledge about the other’s interests. They save each other countless of time, they laugh and they love, and they grieve and they hurt, always with each other. She does an autopsy to his mother’s body because he asked her to and because he’s unravelling and she’s trying so hard to be there for him. He holds her up when her father dies, cups her cheek and asks her if she’s okay. He helps her through the loss of her sister and she helps him through the loss of his. They kiss on New Year for the first time (and it’s a bit of a lie. He kisses her on that ship, and they almost kiss in that hallway, and he kisses her in the hospital, on her cheeks and her hands). He almost kills himself when she’s ill because he can’t bear the thought of living without her. They dance together, happy and carefree, and then she loses her daughter and he’s there for her. She tugs him in his lap when he’s wounded and sing to him, and the day after, he jumps in a hole to follow her. They’re each other’s truth, the answer they’ve been looking for all these years without knowing it. They are at each other’s bedside all the time. HE WENT TO ANTARTICA TO SAVE HER. SHE TOOK AN HOSTAGE TO SAVE HIM ON THEIR SECOND CASE TOGETHER. HE WIPED SAUCE FROM HER CHEEK

[fringephile]

So much revival hate on here and then there's me over here like oooo which revival episode do I want to watch today?!

Home Again! I'll just be crying tears over poor Maggie Scully today.

I might follow it up with another IWTB watch. 😂

[actual-changeling]

save me season 8 final scene, SAVE ME

[bellamysgriffin]

might regret saying this but i have always found the “joe locked her away and tried to dull her sparkle” take annoying bc this girl released 6 albums, 4 movies and went on a world tour while with him? what else could she possibly have done in that time? but even more annoying is the bizarre take that he was “threatened by and/or jealous of her fame.” 🥴 like… im sorry but if that man wanted to be more famous he could have easily used being tswifts boyfriend to get himself there! like he used a pseudonym when writing with her. and i May regret saying this but… between him and her current boyfriend who seems to be the one profiting more off of her fame? who’s the one shouting out swifties on his podcast and actively engaging with the fanbase and giving conveniently worded quotes that work to subtly put down her ex and show that he’s better i mean….

[monkeyssalad-blog]

The Greatest Game in the World -- His Move by MCAD Library Via Flickr: Charles Dana Gibson (American illustrator, 1867-1944) 1903 pen and ink on paper illustration for Collier's Weekly; published in the artist's collection The Weaker Sex (1903) See MCAD Library's catalog record for this book. Gibson, Charles Dana. The Gibson Book; a Collection of the Published Works of Charles Dana Gibson ... New York: C. Scribner’s Sons [etc.], 1906 intranet.mcad.edu/library

[cyberdragoninfinity]

🔥🔥🔥 would love to hear your takes on Zane Truesdale and or just the Truesdale brothers in general

YESS

🔥for just Zane specifically: it is. deeply frustrating when both fans and official supplementary ygo media want him to just be The Mean Big Bad Sadomasocist Goth (i love Zane so much but DL Zane leaves a little bit to be desired imo!!!) Like... first of all this is literally not even a particularly villainous character. Yugioh has evil gnarly big bad guy characters and Zane really is straight up not one of them im sorry. And that I think that along with this very common fan read on Zane that he doesn't care about anything just speaks a lot to how his character gets particularly misinterpreted even to this day. Like oh my god I think even at his lowest lows in the Hell Kaiser days this is not a character who "doesn't care." If anything he cares TOO much. Like most if not all of what Zane Truesdale does is out of how much he cares about something, be it respect and fair play, the desperate rush of victory, his own sense of pride and mangled self-worth, or for his brother. He does things very deliberately on the whole. This is not a character of violence and apathy this is a mentally ill autistic teen staggering into young adulthood with heaps of potential piled upon him until the weight pushes him to an extreme that he can't really come back from, not without literally killing himself. i love him very much.

(i also cant say im a very big fan of the take i see where people wish he stayed dead after s3--among other reasons i just think the optics are not especially fantastic on being really gungho against a canon disabled character getting to Survive and have some semblance of a hopeful resolution. sorry)

🔥 for the Truesdale bros in general: really tangentially related to all of this i absolutely 1000000% disagree with this unfortunately rampant fan take that Zane is either A.) completely uncaring towards Syrus or B.) abusive or C.) both. No He Is Not. Try Again. These are two brothers with very different ways they engage with the world who have a complicated and for a long while pretty terse relationship, but to believe this is no love there is a disservice to both of them. The GX dub was so fucking real and right to have Zane tell syrus on two different occasions how much he cares about him and is proud of him. Miss me with the helpless Syrus takes and the Mean and Evil Zane takes it's about to be 2024 do BETTER.

[fellhellion]

90s run PAD has this rlly annoying trend where he very often write a female character being in love w miguel and suddenly her entire character shrinks down to the scope of what drama this provokes and it's near continually in service to the narratives of men (Gabriel and Miguel interpersonal drama for example). even when there are actually interesting things to be mined from this angle like w lyla its like. this is a pattern w you dude.

[blaisenova]

hmmm... feeling i should write something fluffy after that angst bomb i just dropped... something with miguel and xina, me thinks. they don't get enough attention and i love their silly little relationship even after they break up.

i can't remember what fic it was that i read but the author had written a running joke between xina and miguel from when they were dating that was "besito para miguelito" and i don't think i'm being overdramatic in saying that changed my life

[ittybittybumblebee]

Long story short: 90s Trigun Ending is good. Just rushed 😭

Yeah it IS good and also rushed. The conclusion/sort-of-conclusion-but-doesn't-quite-feel-like-one-entirely (?) Is good , It just could've been clearer! Thats my only gripe. Im alright with vague endings as in you don't know what happens after, BUT i'd like to know whats happening during??? The ending? As its going on??? That is all.

Ok if youll excuse me rant rambling but i just wanna say i have 2 say.

In MY opinion it wouldve been a more satisfactory vague ending if he LEFT his brother where he was. That leaves just enough mystery wihtout the confusing element of BRINGIN HIM BACK if he was planning on helping his brother get better from his i hate all humans disease id ont think hes gonna be cured by a few gunshots and going unconscious vash sweetie have you thought this through why are you BRINGING him BACK TO THE TOWN. RIGHT NOW. Not even a hesitation on that part? . In the credits it even shows him walking up 2 meryll and millie with his brother on his shoulder BABYGIRLLLLLLLLL TAKE HIM AWAYYYYYYYYYYY 2 HELP HIMMMMMMM SOMEWHERE ELSE DONT BRING HIM THERE WHAT ARE YOU DOING.......

Leaving him there wouldve been more satisfactory as it wouldve symbolized either LEAVING him to die OR live , stepping away. which Vash saying hes gonna start going by his own words and not Rems anymore would make more sense by.

And ...It could symbolize, with leave for speculation on what happens to Knives after leaving him. if his brother does survive, Knives, is probably yet again, going to try to get at Vash. To repeat it all. Vash will have to keep playing against his brother at this cyclical game to survive himself and protect the people he loves (which is all of em bc this guys got the biggest fucking heart on the planet) but neither are going to quit.

OR Knives has a change of heart, after being spared again. It wouldnt happen immediatly though this cunt needs a lot of work lmao. I can imagine years later he could come back to Vash and say something a long the lines of I Learned Some Things That Day That Told Me I Was Actually Wrong, and then go dissapear off to soemwhere else to start again (?) Not likely to happen though. It would be Nice. And Satisfactory. But not likely.

But EITHER WAY . NOW Vash is going to try and do what his heart says anyway and try his best which is all he has done and can do. And he IS going to get hurt again and he might hurt someone else again but he will do his Best and thats okay. And hes Learned that. Now. Sort of adjacent to being able to finally forgive himself. Learning to forgive himself for the mistakes. Forgive himself for who he couldnt save and what he couldnt or didnt do.

Thank you for coming to my TED talk

[mudstoneabyss]

Charles is the type of guy who seems like he'd want to learn about his town and its history even if it's not relevant to him so must be hard when so much of it people refuse to talk about. he doesn't have a straight answer as to what Strex's whole deal is and what's with that scientist who's mentioned in so many historical buildings who looks uncannily like him

[aith-art]

A Courier and A Survivor meet

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 The bag was one of the few items I retained when I made my way back east. Covered in patches from the groups I had befriended, helped and trusted. And some from groups I then abandoned, betrayed, and destroyed to fulfil a contract that I never wanted and couldn't escape. It acted as a reminder of my biggest failure. And an excellent way to transport random junk and mail across the wastes. The only other reminders that still existed were the scars. Two of which I could never avoid seeing in the mirror. I left all that behind me. I made my way to the Commonwealth. I actively ran from my past, even if a shadow of steel seemed to follow me.  

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This Job was no different to my usual. Inform the mother that her husband and child were fine, likely get yelled at, then do a quick shop for whatever clothes and such were brought to Diamond City that could be put to better use in Goodneighbor. Everyone knew that’s where I took what I bought, but never cared. If they did, they never voiced it to me. I shoved the note into my messenger bag with my general supplies.

As I made a move for the gate, wanting to utilise the night to make it past the Commons, a small figure stood before me. 

“Hi?” I tried to hide the caution and concern in my voice, to no avail. 

The person before me was young. Maybe 14 pushing 15. Not someone I expected to see alone in the streets of Goodneighbor. I suppose ‘alone’ wasn’t an accurate description, the girl had a dog with her. A big, healthy one. She and her dog didn’t seem hostile, though in Goodneighbor appearances were something to be questioned. Her red hair was pulled back into a ponytail, much like I wore when I was her age, for a second I questioned if she was a hallucination of myself. It wasn’t out of the question after my injury. But others around had seen her, rolled their eyes, and returned to their lives. She gave a small wave and a sideways look. I was suddenly a puzzle to her. Had I seen her before? 

“Hi.” She replied after a moment, “You were on the Prydwen weren’t you?” 

I paused. No one was supposed to know about that little interaction I had with those steel morons, let alone a kid. “No, Why do you ask?” 

“You were. You looked so different from everyone else aboard. I want to know why you were there. Are you a secret Brotherhood spy planning to take down Goodneighbor for Elder Maxson?” 

That was overly specific, I thought. Though she seemed suddenly more defensive. A subtle hand reaching down the back of her belt, likely for a knife or switchblade. Her feet shifted, entering a somewhat impressive stance. Her mention of Maxson by name informed me that she was involved with the Brotherhood, in some capacity at least. 

“If you’re with the Brotherhood, why do you care?” 

She narrowed her eyes. “I…” 

I had her there. She was smart enough to know that Goodneighbor would become a target for the Brotherhood, eventually, due to being a safe haven for ghouls and outcasts and the Brotherhood’s adamant denial of ghoul’s personhood. But Goodneighbor wasn’t the target of Maxson’s war. Hell, I doubt it made it as even a bullet point on a Brotherhood to-do list. 

“My friends live here.” It was barely above a whisper. 

I couldn’t leave her question unanswered. “I’m not here to destroy Goodneighbor for the Brotherhood of Steel. I’m completing some freelance work. No one in the Brotherhood knows I’m here.” Not a complete lie. It just happened to omit the fact that I was running from the Brotherhood and that I had no plans of going back if I could help it. 

“Oh. But why were you on the Prydwen?” A curious soul. Well-meaning, clearly. 

“Look, kid-” 

Before I could bull shit a response the door to the state house opened behind me and Nick stepped out, mid-conversation with Fahrenheit. I jumped, unaware he'd been inside. He looked towards the bench across from Daisy’s Discounts before his eyes scanned past me and landed on the kid. His shoulders seemed to relax slightly as he saw she was okay. 

“Dana, would you let the courier do their job?” He turned to me briefly. “Headed Diamond City ways?” 

“Yeah, believe I might be saving you a job on this one.” 

“You always seem to.” 

“See you around Nick.” 

I wanted to question why he was running around with a teenager, what they were doing in Goodneighbor. Hell, why did the kid know I was on the Prydwen? But I had to get this job completed, for my reputation if nothing else. We exchanged a parting nod as I headed out of the gate and into the super mutant filled streets. 

As I crossed Boston Commons, taking a quicker route despite the increased danger, I registered a second set of footsteps some 20 paces behind me. They were trying to be quiet, though they weren't doing a great job. I continued ahead. If someone was tailing me, they would make themselves known before long. 

By the time I entered Diamond City the sun had risen and I was certain I knew who had followed me, and how long they’d done it for. I kept this knowledge to myself. After completing the delivery, and being truly chewed out by the distraught mother in the absence of her husband to scream at, I bought a box of sugar bombs, some fabric for the repairs my jeans were in desperate need of, and began to make my way back to Goodneighbor. Enjoying the warm day and relative safety of the route as I made my way via the river. Following it up towards Bunker Hill before dipping into the alley by HalluciGen Inc and following the road through, towards the large skyscraper of Mass Fusion. 

The midday sun began to be clouded by the coming storm as I stepped through the gate back into Goodneighbor, sighing with the familiar smell of cigarette smoke tinged with blood, I saw Nick and Hancock both glaring at someone behind me. 

“Dana.” Nick never sounded angry, but if his fear and disappointment could have been concentrated into one word it was that. Hancock retained his facade of calm, remaining by the door to the statehouse, though it was clear from the state of his coat he’d help Nick try to find the kid. I sidestepped out of the way, slipping beside Hancock to observe Nick and Dana have a ‘civilised’ conversation. 

Hancock whispered to me, “Did you know she’d followed you?” 

I whispered back, “It became apparent as I got close to Diamond City. She’s got skill, I’ll give her that.” 

“The skill of giving two men panic attacks.” 

“I would have told you if I had a way.” 

“Does she know you knew?” 

“Fucked if I know.” 

Both me and Hancock were choosing our words carefully. Neither wanted to admit that we cared about the kid, both trying to uphold an image that we knew was fading. 

“Hey Jules,” Hancock started, trying to work out how to approach whatever answer he was proposing to the problem of Dana. “You’ve clearly caught her attention, and I’m not going to pry into why, but - if she’s willing - would you be up for travelling with her?” 

“You asking me to play bodyguard?” 

“I’ll pay you. Got some caps set aside.” 

“Keep your caps. If she wants me to travel with her, I’ll do it.” After having her follow me to Diamond City, and her knowledge of a link between myself and the Brotherhood I couldn’t leave her to the wastes. 

“Refusing caps, huh. You see something in this kid, don’t you?” 

I didn’t respond. We both knew the answer. I looked over at Dana and Nick, who was kneeling before her and making sure she was okay. Her dog, who had been left behind with Nick in her moment of curious rebellion, cuddled up between the two of them. The conversation ended, Nick stood back up and Dana trudged over to myself and Hancock. 

“Mr Hancock, I’m sorry for worrying you.” She played up a sweet little girl act, the same technique I used to use in DC on whoever it was I wronged. 

“It’s okay, kid.” He gave a glare to Nick, for spragging about his worry. 

Dana turned to me, “And miss, I’m sorry for following you and potentially putting your life in danger.” 

“Thank you for the apology. An’ you don’t have to worry about putting me in danger. I think Nick and Hancock were more concerned that you might’ve put yourself in danger.” 

“I know mam.” 

I looked at her as she ran back the short distance to Nick, who had situated himself on the bench across from Daisy’s. She had so much more of me in her than I would ever admit. Her little bounce as she regaled to Nick that she had apologised. The way she laced her fingers together when she had apologised, a nervous habit. How she looked over her shoulder, glancing at me as she questioned whether or not I’d let her bother me with more questions. I gave her a smile, a subtle invitation to talk. 

Hancock nudged my shoulder, “Keep her safe. An’ come talk to me when you’re free, I’m always in need of a spare pair of hands in town.” 

I gave him a nod, too consumed in my thoughts to say anything but letting him know I heard and acknowledged his request. He pushed himself off the wall and made his way back into the statehouse. 

After Hancock left, my little shadow appeared before me. She beamed up at me, Nick must have mentioned I’d been asked to travel with them. 

She didn’t hesitate to ask, “Are you gonna be running with us?”

Pushing myself off the wall and dropping to my knees out of some respect for the kid I replied, “If you want me to.” 

“Yes!” She wasn’t trying to disguise her joy. But she paused for a second as it dawned on her, “My name’ Dana by the way, what’s your name?” 

“Jules.” 

“That’s a pretty name.” 

“Yeah, so’s Dana.” Her eyes widened as she ran back over to Nick, reporting what he had clearly overheard. I stood up and followed her over. For a brief moment, I registered that I didn’t receive my pay for the delivery I’d made. I’ll get it out of him later. I thought, chancing a glance up at the window where Hancock now oversaw the conversation. We shared one last nod before I completely turned my attention to Dana and the next steps of her journey.