#2x24

[goldengirlsgifs]

THE GOLDEN GIRLS 2.24 — To Catch a Neighbor — 02.05.87 Rue McClanahan as Blanche Devereaux

[saintskeptic]

something about her sitting criss-cross-applesauce examining a large array of human skeletons

[dakywich]

why are you looking at spocks lips like that, jim?

[mischas]

SETH COHEN & MARISSA COOPER, The O.C. "Even regardless of Ryan, the Seth-Marissa dynamic was cool. They were next-door neighbors, and yet they were strangers, and there was an awkwardness to it. I thought that was a nice dynamic that I could have seen more of. " - Adam Brody

[renegadesstuff]

The jaw muscle 😮‍💨

[saryuuchan]

oh they need to put her in purple more often

[rattboxwarriorr]

okay so i understand that wilson punching house in season 8 was a genuine way to get out his feelings of anger and resentment so they could just go back to hanging out and being friends together or whatever. but what if it was also a subconscious desire to get back at house for the punch he threw in his s2 hallucination ?? is this anything

[mamuscript]

Blessed and Stricken: Chapter 58

"Different Tastes" (S02E24: Our Town)

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Mulder had taken his jacket off, rolled his sleeves up. He was steady and lean behind her, smelling of coffee and printer ink. 

Her face was reflected back to her in the screen, and so was his—only he didn’t know it; didn’t know that when he turned his eyes to her, tried to catch a glimpse of her reaction, she saw the way they bent, the way they hoped, the way they sought entry into her mind. What do you think?

The man in the video was raving; the man standing behind her was watching her; she felt caught in that in-between place—Mulder on one side, the unsettling and eerie world he transported her to on the other.

She could see him coming closer, so the light drift of his hand across her shoulder didn’t take her by surprise, and yet she warmed to it like a Christmas-morning puppy: hoped for secretly; presumed never; cherished always. The casual, physical intimacy hitched her breath every time he claimed it, and she wondered if she would ever get used to his offhand touches, his absentminded contact, his wayward hands.

They fit together now like a half-blind dovetail—meeting at the corners, a ninety-degree angle, a foundational link—and he was at once possessive and reckless with her. His grip sometimes swallowed her arm so completely she thought they would fuse together, his metacarpals subsumed by her humerus like some medical miracle, like Lanny’s conjoined twin—inside her, a part of her, but escaping to wreak havoc when she wasn’t looking.

In the basement office, with the low buzz of fluorescent lights and the underground musk, she reveled in what had once been combative and tactical, but had morphed into a kind of dance. He made his pitch, she formed a counter-argument, she found he had already planned for it, she poked holes he hadn’t anticipated, he never let her win. He always had a zinger—some last word that settled the matter and a grin to accompany it. His gotcha grin, his check-mate grin that she couldn’t have resented even if she’d been inclined to, because she knew what it meant: he had sat and planned, had spent time thinking of her. Had built his presentation and his argument around what he knew she would say.

Mulder backed away with a glint of teeth and grabbed his jacket, and Dana let herself wonder if she had ever really been known, before.

It was an homage; it was a gift. His careful construction—his coming in early to build the case. He couldn't pretend it was for anyone else because there was no one else down here.So—It was her he worked so hard for. She was the one he needed to convince; hers was the authorization he craved. It was only fair; he lived in her mind and her skin and her abdomen, was there in the movement of her fingers and legs; he was a ghost, a shadow in her mirror as she dressed, as she brushed her teeth, as she chose her earrings. He occupied a space beside her even when he was miles away, on the other side of the city, so it was only right that she should occupy his thoughts.

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The rest is here, on ao3.

(gifs by @trusttnno1)