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polikszena · 2 years

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Trick or Treat

Fandom(s): Top Gun: Maverick, Gilmore Girls

Rating: Teen and up audiences

Summary: Cyclone returns to Stars Hollow at Halloween and pays a surprise visit to the Gilmore house.

Relationships: Cyclone x Lorelai Gilmore

Word count: 1705

A/N: The whole Lorelai x Cyclone thing was just a random idea I had based on this post and then I realized that it might even work, and a few days ago I had a thought of writing something Halloween-themed for them. You can find more stuff about them under this tag. (And yes, I’m using the moodboard I made for them the other day.) Also, this fic sets during Season 3 of Gilmore Girls.

Trick or Treat

Getting out of his car, Lieutenant Beau “Cyclone” Simpson felt nervous. He found it a little ridiculous as he could remain perfectly calm when flying an F-18 super hornet, and now he had a trembling stomach as he walked up to the Gilmore house. Perhaps he should have called before putting on a costume and driving here from Hartford. He hadn’t seen her for months, he had no idea whether she was seeing anyone or if she was at home at all. The only way to find that out was to ring the bell.

“Young man!” He heard a female voice from the neighboring house. “Could you help us?”

Now there was no turning back, he thought with a sigh. The neighbors had seen him. Turning around, he saw a tall man and a short woman with a piano on the porch. They wanted to move it next to the front door. It had wheels, but they were still struggling with it.

“Why do you need the piano?” Cyclone wondered as they moved the instrument next to the front door.

“Morey’s going to be a corpse musician!” the woman told her, excitedly. “I can’t wait to see him in full costume!”

“I’ll be the dead jazz singer!” the man announced. “And what about you?”

“I’m an aviator,” Cyclone replied. “A naval aviator.”

“You look like a scarecrow to me,” the woman stated as she looked at his worn-out jeans, plaid flannel shirt and straw hat. He also had straw sticking out of his sleeves at the wrists and at his neck which was extremely uncomfortable.

“Yes, that’s my costume. I’m a naval aviator dressed as a scarecrow.”

“Wait, I remember you!” the woman said with her lips curling up into a smile. “You were with Lorelai at the lip sync battle! You looked great together, didn’t they, Morey?”

“I can’t really remember,” the man said, then he turned to the aviator. “So, you came to visit her, didn’t you?”

“Well, I had something to do in Hartford, so I thought why not? Is she at home?”

“I think so, but she’ll be leaving soon,” the woman told him. “She’ll be on the jury of the costume competition.”

“Of course, you have a costume competition,” Cyclone chuckled, remembering that this was Stars Hollow where the citizens seemed to be happy to make a fool of themselves whenever they got the opportunity. To be honest, he kind of liked that. “Then I’ll go and say hello before she leaves,” he added.

“Thank you for the help,” Morey nodded as he headed to Lorelai’s house.

“Oh, and she’s not seeing anyone right now!” the woman shouted after him.

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When she heard the doorbell ring, Lorelai Gilmore quickly glanced at the clock on the wall and stated in mind that it was way too early for trick-or-treating. Even Babette and Morey had not set up the corpse musician thing yet. She could hear that they got some stranger to help them with the piano. Maybe they needed some more help with it, she thought as she was heading to the front door.

She was already wearing her costume: a black, sequined bodysuit with a tail, a green satin nightgown and a box of Kleenex. And a pair of high-heeled black slippers with feathers on the top, but she hadn’t put them on yet. This year she decided to go as Miss Adelaid from Guys and Dolls. A few weeks ago they saw the revival with Rory, Sookie, and Jackson, and after that she watched the film a few times.

Opening the door she froze for a moment as she saw the tall, dark-haired aviator on her porch, smiling down at her.

“Hello, Junkie,” Cyclone said, using her call sign that he and Luke from the diner had given her. “Trick or treat!”

“Cyclone! What are you doing here?”

She had never thought she would ever see him again. Yet there he was, dressed as a scarecrow, being as handsome as the last time if not more. Getting over the initial surprise, her lips curled up into a smile.

“Had something to do in Hartford,” he told her, “and I thought I’d pass by.”

“Good idea,” Lorelai nodded. “Come in.”

Seeing the green satin nightgown she was wearing, he felt a little insecure. What if the time wasn’t right despite what the neighbors said?

“Are you okay?” he wondered as he followed her into the house. “I mean, you’re in a nightgown.”

“And I have a tail,” she said, showing him the long black tail sewn on the backside of the bodysuit. “Don’t worry, that’s only my costume,” she assured him.

Now it was his turn to smile as he recognized who she was.

“Miss Adelaide, isn’t it?” he guessed.

“Catching a cold,” she nodded with her smile growing wider. “Have you seen it on Broadway, too?”

“No, I played Sky Masterson in the academy,” he told her.

“Didn’t know you were into such a thing,” she said, stating in mind that he had the perfect looks for the role: Tall, handsome with a deep voice. She couldn’t help but wonder whether he could sing.

“Actually, I was pretty bad,” he admitted with a chuckle. “But I liked it.”

“These are fun things,” she agreed. Even if Taylor is the director, and somehow Kirk always ends up playing the lead.

“And what are your plans for tonight?” Cyclone asked.

“Well, since I failed miserably in trying to carve Cher’s face into a pumpkin, I think I’ll grab a coffee at Luke’s, then I take my seat on jury of the costume competition, have a few drinks then TP Taylor’s house and blame it on the kids,” she told him. “Would you like to join me?”

“In throwing toilet paper at Taylor Doose’s house?”

“In the whole thing. Except for being on the jury. You can still join the competition, though.”

“I wouldn’t want anyone to accuse you of being biased, so I’ll pass on that. But I’ll gladly watch it.”

A smile touched Lorelai’s lips.

“Good answer,” she said. “Also, before we leave, something is missing from your costume,” she told him. “Do you mind if I add something to it?”

“No,” he shrugged his shoulders. “As long as it’s not more straws. I have enough of that.”

“It’s not straw,” she assured him, heading towards the stairs. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

Cyclone followed her into the living room where he found a carved pumpkin (not Cher) and a bowl of candy on the table. Next to it he saw Adelaide’s box of Kleenex and her fluffy slippers on the floor. As he was waiting for her to come back, he found himself humming Sky’s solo song: Luck, be a lady tonight.

“This will go well with your costume,” Lorelai’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts as she walked down the stairs with a red bandana in her hand.

Then she stood right in front of the aviator and tied it around his neck. He felt his heart skipping a beat as her scent crawled into his nose, making him realize how close they stand to each other. From the small smile on her lips he could tell she was well-aware of it, too.

“Now you’re a full-blown scarecrow,” she announced, gently patting him on the chest.

“Thank you,” he said. “Now I only need a brain.”

“Let’s hope someone will dress up as the Wizard of Oz,” Lorelai said.

“Luck, be a lady tonight,” Cyclone said with a chuckle.

“And don’t forget to take a treat,” she reminded him. “I have plenty of candy. But be careful, because some of them will paint your tongue.”

“Actually, I don’t have a sweet tooth,” he admitted. “But thank you.”

“I do have some adult treats as well, like a pumpkin-flavored liquor, but that one is so horrible that I wouldn’t even give it to my worst enemy. Or maybe there is some whisky in the cupboard.”

“Lorelai, it’s okay,” he said, placing a hand on her arm to prevent her from walking away.

She looked at his hand first and then up at him. She swallowed thickly when their eyes met. She remembered that the last time she let him go without a kiss despite how much she wanted it. But she felt it would be too much, too soon. She bit on her lower lip as her gaze fell onto his mouth. It might still be too much, but at least she had a good reason now.

He was still cursing himself for not being bold enough to kiss her before leaving, and now he had the chance to do it, as she was standing only a few inches away from him, with her mesmerizing blue eyes fixed on his lips. His heart was beating faster and he felt the urge to go for it: to close the distance between them and finally kiss her. He wasn’t sure how she would react. Perhaps he should ask first.

“I…” he began.

“Listen…” she said, right at the same time.

“You go first,” Cyclone said with a small, apologetic smile.

“No, you go first.”

“Ladies first,” he insisted.

“Okay,” she said with a chuckle. “There’s another kind of treat, but that’s a special one. Only for certain people who don't like tongue-painting candy,” she told him, moving closer and closer. “Which is a shame, because tongue-painting candy is fun, but they said that about the Titanic as well and we all know what happened.”

“Go on,” he said with his heart beating faster.

“Anyway, you have to keep it a secret,” she continued, leaning forward. “You cannot tell it to anybody.”

“I won’t, I promise,” he said, leaning forward as well.

“Good,” she said softly, then she finally kissed him.

Cyclone couldn’t help but smile against her lips, and sliding his arms around her waist to pull her even closer, he passionately returned the kiss, making her moan into his mouth. This was the best Halloween treat he had ever received.

“I must say,” Lorelai began once their lips parted, “that tongue-painting candy is extremely overrated.”

“Couldn’t agree more,” the aviator said then pulled her in for another kiss.

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thegayhimbo · 2 years

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For the ship ask. A,C,E,G,H,Q,V,X.

A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.

Romantic: Lafayette/Jesus on True Blood. Chandler/Monica on Friends. Nancy/Jonathan from Stranger Things.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will.

Bill/Sookie from True Blood. Pretty self-explanatory. I also don't think highly of Hoyt/Jessica.

E - Have you added anything cracky/hilarious to your fandom? If so, what?

Not that I can think of.

G - Have you ever had an OTP? If so, do you remember your first one? Who was in it?

Deep sigh. Richard Castle and Kate Beckett from Castle.

I remember watching that show in high school and staying up every Monday night to catch the latest episode. I was invested in this relationship. They had great chemistry, I loved their moments together, and I initially was excited to see where the writers were planning to take this couple.

Then the season 6 finale happened, and it went downhill from there.

I’m not going to get into all the issues I had with Castle’s last 2 seasons except to say that the show ended badly enough that I have not gone back to rewatch it since the series finale aired. Given how much the last 2 seasons butchered their relationship (as well as the behind-the-scenes drama with Nathan Fillion and Stana Katic), it’s an OTP I don’t talk about anymore.

H - What is your favorite source text for fandom stuff (e.g., TV shows, movies, books, anime, Western animation, etc.)?

Probably TV shows. I don't really discuss movies, books, or animation that much with fandoms.

Q - A fandom you’ve abandoned and why.

True Blood. The takes I've seen on Reddit and Tumblr are so mind-numbingly awful these days, and everyone wants to rip into the show and the characters. I don't have the energy to deal with it anymore. I'm especially tired of seeing braindead hot takes where Jason's actions/words are taken out-of-context so those people can justify hating him. It's tiresome.

V - Which character do you relate to most?

Steve Harrington from Stranger Things. I'm in my 20s working a full time job to make it by, and I'm still trying to figure out what I want to do with my life.

X - A trope which you are almost certain to love in any fandom.

1.) Bromances.

2.) A not-so-nice character demonstrating they have redeeming qualities and undergoing character development to become a better person.

#tgh opinions

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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I feel, and it sucks

Pairings | Damon Salvatore x reader. Eric Northman x reader

Summary | after moving away from Mystic Falls, you finally return, and Damon is prepared to see you again. The only problem is, that you aren’t alone...

Warnings | includes angst, mentions of a breakup, sorta lead up to smut and mentions of it, blood play/kink, tiny bit of violence

Requested ✖️

Quick link to my masterlist, if you’re interested in reading more of my crap 😬

He cared not for the lack of logic that ran through his mind. Not as he went towards your home, you had returned from your year long departure. Mystic Falls had been left in your rear view as you went to a place called Bon Temps.

As much as Damon wished to chase after you, he’d have crawled if he could, he respected your desire to leave everything behind, and move on. And that included him, the man that you had loved, and the one that was profusely enamoured in you.

But now, he had the opportunity to whisk you back into his immortal embrace, and forever be by your side, to protect you, and spend every waking moment with you. Stefan would call him sappy for his advances, but his brother’s opinion simply did not matter. He was so close to being happy again, and he couldn’t deny he was reeled in by the prospect.

Damon was eager to make you pancakes every morning, waking you up with the aroma of breakfast on a tray that he greeted you with in bed. Or even the simple excitement of watching your various expressions whilst reading twilight; ugh, he hated that book, but he would willingly endure its presence if that meant he could become wrapped up in you once more.

But he had to see you first, and get past that progression again. Whilst you had been gone, and in that other town, he had become lost. No amount of bourbon drinking, or hanging out with Ric, could fix his settled mood. He felt like a sinking stone, drowning in the deep end, and remaining on the bottom of the bed, until he was washed away, back to shore.

And your return had done just that; grounded him. He wouldn’t feign to admit his immediate reaction when he first found out you were to come back to your original home. First, he had been in utter disbelief, hardly taking Bonnie’s statement seriously when she informed him of the ordeal.

But then, she showed him the messages that had transacted between the pair of you, and how you were eager to see her again. Nothing of him was mentioned in the conversation, although he was sure that the witch and you had spoken over call sometime after your surprise reveal.

The lack of voicing of your prior breakup gave him some hope; you were willing to take him back. And that was a possibility that he safely held onto, finding it to be a net for him to fall down onto. However, the prospect of a net was like that of a rocking boat, it had an inability stay still when it held a weight, and that mass of pounds was him.

And he knew, as you left, the thought of you had attempted to pull you back, and force you to stay with the selfish power. But as the past had played out, you had not let it, and so you left him all alone, in the claws of the Grill, which was somewhere he found himself to be often in general, but more so after your transcending departure.

The curtains to your room swayed with the evening wind, and he found himself to be enticed by the sight of the open window. It hadn’t been an unusual occurrence for him to climb through the ajar square, and talk about your day, and thus, make it better by his simple appearance.

But, he was deceived. What a fool he had been to think that you had not moved on from little old him, for there was a tall legged man over the top of you, both of your chests bare, and your mouth viscously devouring the inclination of the others. You were oblivious to his accidentally snooping presence, too distracted by the estranged blonde that was now teasing his lips down your throat.

The sight had him freeze, but he was incapable of interrupting whence he watched the man’s teeth sink into the parting of the bottom of your neck and your warm shoulder. It was no man, instead, he was much like him; a vampire. There was a ample difference though, he would never hurt you.

To Damon, you were a treasure, not an edible treat. And it sparked a pulse of fear through his entirety as he watched you be drained by this vile creature. Perhaps he were a hypocrite, he had done the same to many people countless times, and still continued to do so. But the food was not being extracted by anyone, it was being pulled from your veins, and making its way into this stranger’s awaiting mouth.

You shut up as something, a familiar blur, came crashing against Eric, sending his form flying off from your own, the intruder and him ending up on the floor. To cover up and show some surprised decency, you pulled the sheet upon yourself, stretching your red printed neck to view the scene below.

Eric was recomposing himself, shooting immortal daggers towards the reckless, who was... “Damon?” Seeing him once more was inevitable, but the scene of it was a dread of yours. And here he was, in your bedroom, the circumstances with much difference than from what they used to be.

At the sound of his name, both the strapping vampires turned towards you with fixed frowns, both worn for their own reasonable purposes. Damon was studying you, and understanding the scene, now seeing that you had been open to the removal of your blood, and this stranger was with you in some kind of way that he was not a fan of.

And Eric’s, well, it was a combined factor of fury, that was directed at the raven haired and uninvited visitor, and confusion, as he attempted to put together pieces of the puzzle that he was missing. He presumed correctly that the two of you had previously known each other, and thus, his intrusion could be explained, or so he hoped.

There was a longing wrenching in his dead gut, that there was something more than a friendship between you and this Damon. He was far too well adversed with the tell of history, that the looks the pair of you were silently exchanging were anything but friendly.

From the get go, there was a smouldering charm that reflected out of Damon’s blue eyes, and your own showed a conflict of interests. But nevertheless, you straightened your back up against the headboard of the bed, and questioned him. “What are you doing here?”

The interrogative underlining to your voice stung like a bee, but the younger of the two vampires refrained from wincing. That would only show a weakness towards the new vamp in town, and that was not the aim of his game.

“Bonnie told me that you were back.” He thought it would be a simple and trouble free resolution, however, the other immortal presence in the room now told him otherwise. “And I thought this guy here was going to drain you dry? What’d you expect me to do, let some stranger kill you before I even have a chance to see you?!”

A prominent eye roll swayed from your foresight, and you cast a look to the other guy, as though you were talking silently with the newcomer. “He’s not a stranger, he’s my boyfriend.”

“Eric Northman.” He extended his hand frankly to your previous partner, attempting to draw a hateful truce between them. But instead, Damon whence he took the offer, attempted to squeeze the bejesus out of ‘Eric’s’ hand, which only ended in the result of his own bones being crushed.

That much informed him that this Northman was older, and that information alone served as a factual repercussion of him in turn being more powerful. This vampire wasn’t one to mess with, but who knew what he would do, after all, he was Damon Salvatore.

“Damon Salvatore.” He begrudgingly spoke through his clenched teeth, taking his broken and healing back into the safety of his side. “So, the boyfriend. Y/n, I thought you were done with relationships, more specifically, with vampires.”

“You sound like Caroline, bitching about my relationship choices. And the only sense that she spoke to me was to get out of this town and-“

“Shag another one of me.” He quirked his brow, and Eric breathed heavily. One thing he had picked up on, was that he didn’t like the way that this vampire was speaking to you. He was making digs, and making contradictions to all of your past statements. “I believe you even said that I would be the last one, and that isn’t in the same context. You wanted to spend forever with me y/n, not someone like this.”

“Listen here.” Eric hissed, prowling half naked towards Damon, his fangs slipping out from beneath his top lip. “I can see what’s happening here, you want her back. But it appears that she has moved on, so that is something that you’re going to have to suck up.”

“Suck up.” Damon childishly snorted, finding the pun hilarious in his state of mixed delirium. He felt everything, a sense of urgency to win you back, and great pain that was sinking into his age old skeleton. “I feel, and it sucks. But it’s fine, completely fine.” He waved his hand off, staring past the slim brute and finding a painful solace in staring at you. “No, he’s allowed to suck your blood, and what, you suck his dick in return?”

A shove sent him flying into the furthest wall, Eric holding him against it. “She’s mine.” It was a common description of a companionship between human and vampire. He had thought Sookie and Bill’s bond had been a foolish one, however, he met you, and his whole perception changed.

There was something about the collaboration of weakness and strength that worked so perfectly together. It was a true love, in rare occurrences . But the sheriff could feel that the myth was blooming in his own consideration. And he would not allow a young (in comparison to him), selfish specimen of his kind, ruin his chance at keeping that peace.

“She’ll never let you turn her.” Damon gulped, trying to look over the giant’s shoulder to catch a glimpse of you, whom was avidly watching the scene. “If you want forever with her, it will only last a minute, and it’ll kill you when she goes, because if you really love her, then I know it would to me too. She deserves to see the world in all her short life, to be treated like a queen, because she is one.”

Damon gulped, feeling guilty, knowing that as much as he wanted to give you that all, he couldn’t. He would not leave Mystic Falls, and that was what had ended your run in the end. His first priority, as admirable as that was, was to always shadow Stefan, and look out for his little brother.

But that gave him no life, which was exactly what you wanted with him. It didn’t matter if you were to one day become pruned and shrunken, the moment that you lived in was all you wanted. There were memorable tears held in your eyes, but you refused to allow a single one slip.

“Y/n has already agreed that one day, she will go through the change, for me.” Biting your lip, you could only imagine the dispersed appearance that struck Damon’s face. He had wanted forever with you, and instead, you had given it to someone else.

Slinking out from the shirtless man’s grip, Damon cautiously pushed Eric’s hands off him, walking to the window, and casting you a cold look. “I hope you enjoy forever y/n.”

And with that, he was gone in the night, presumably fleeing to annoy Matt until he drank half the bar. And thus, he was the one this time that departed instead, abandoning you, and leaving you in Eric’s claim.

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paceypeternathanslawyer · 4 years

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Another Top 10 Female TV Characters (In no particular order)

I posted something like this before but I added some favorite characters and I had to get my feelings down in writing :) You can read my other post, but in summation, the characters I mentioned before were: El Hopper, Anne Shirley, Lorelai Gilmore, Annie Edison, Joyce Byers, Paris Geller, Lois Lane, Jess Day, Midge Maisel, and Millie Helper.

Joey Potter (Dawson’s Creek):

Joey is one of the best characters in Dawson’s Creek. In my opinion the show should have been called “Joey’s Creek” :) She was a far more interesting character than Dawson. I haven’t finished the show yet so I don’t have too much to say about her, but from what i’ve heard she finally achieves her dreams and ends the series in a happy place, which makes me happy. What I do know is that Joey is extremely driven, creative, and smart. She’s also a character who has been through so much and has made it to the other side to be a very strong and kind person.

Rory Gilmore (Gilmore Girls):

Alexis doesn’t get enough love for her portrayal of Rory. You gotta figure that this was Alexis’ first role ever and she was able to show a lot of emotion in this part, while also being extremely adept at the comedy as well. Rory had her ups and downs but i’ve always been a Rory defender. She’s not perfect, but I also would say that makes her a well rounded character. She’s smart, kind, and an amazing friend.

Robin Buckley (Stranger Things):

Robin was such an important and fun addition to Stranger Things. She immediately brought such a new and dynamic atmosphere to the show. She’s a genuis... I mean, she fucking cracked a professional Russian code in a day. She’s hilarious and Maya is a tremendous actress. How she can go into a really serious and emotional scene and then go straight into a hilarious scene where she’s high with Steve is just simply amazing.

Veronica Mars (Veronica Mars):

Veronica Mars is my favorite character in the original 3 seasons of Veronica Mars. She’s talented, badass, and snarky/really funny. Veronica is a character who could benefit from therapy, but she’s very stubborn and in the 4th season seems to be adverse to the idea of going to therapy. She has been through more than any high schooler should go through. Even before the events of the 1st season. Her parents divorce, she is raped at a high school party, her best friend is murdered, her father, who was the sheriff at the time, accused her boyfriend’s father of killing her friend/her boyfriend’s sister. Because of that event, her and her boyfriend broke up and she lost her group of friends. Hopefully you followed with that last one cause it’s pretty complicated lol. And that’s just the events before the 1st season. Despite that or possibly because of that, Veronica has become a very strong and tenacious girl with a strong love of justice. She is also a loyal friend.

Jeannie Nelson (I Dream Of Jeannie):

Jeannie is so sweet and loyal. She is my favorite character in I Dream Of Jeannie. There is truly never a dull moment with Jeannie around. She’s brings the crazy into any situation and I mean that in the best way possible. No, but seriously she is such a positive and sweet character until you cross her and then as a magical genie you will wish you had never been born ;) Also what fun Barbara must have had playing that character, not only because of all the crazy situations she got to play, but also Jeannie had the best wardrobe ever!

Laura Petrie (The Dick Van Dyke Show):

Laura was such a unique TV character for the time. In the early days of Television there were usually two types of women characters. You had the June Cleaver, stay at home, always dressed immaculately in a dress and apron, always there for some sage advice for her children type of character. And then you had the nagging wife/magnet for trouble like Lucy Ricardo. I don’t want to do too much of a disservice to Lucy cause she is a very beloved TV character and in some ways was very ahead of her time. Yet Laura was very different than those two types of characters. She was supremely real in every way. She wore pants a lot, she had breakdowns because at times being a stay at home mom was difficult and thankless, she talked like a real person would not like a June Cleaver or a Donna Stone. She was funny, talented. At one point, Sally was taking a leave of absence from Rob’s TV show that he was a head writer for and Laura asked to help out in any way. Rob agreed for her to be a typist for them, to at least fill some of the void of Sally’s absence. During that time, Laura actually comes up with some jokes and helps with the writing of the show as well. She was a dancer, she is proficient in self defense. She was truly an amazing character and so unique for an early 1960s TV show.

Olivia Dunham (Fringe):

Anna was an actress who took me completely by surprise. The first few episodes of Fringe, I didn’t feel like she was such an amazing actress, yet as the show went on, Anna really showed herself to be an Emmy worthy actor. She got to play so many different versions of this character as well. She played the original Olivia and then we meet Olivia from an alternate universe and there are some big ways and some subtle ways that those two versions of Olivia are different. There’s a character named William Bell and he is played by Leonard Nimoy. For a stretch of like three episodes, Olivia gets inhabited by William Bell. So it’s Anna Torv doing a hilarious and really well done impression of Leonard Nimoy/his character in Fringe, her mannerisms are so funny in those episodes!! Yes, this show probably sounds crazy.... it is but in the best possible way, everyone should go watch it :) I remember when I became endeared to her character. It was when I saw her interact with her niece, Ella. It showed such a soft and real side of her. She’s a protector, she’s badass, she’s an incredible mother, wife, sister, friend, and aunt.

Astrid Farnsworth (Fringe):

Astrid is such a fun character in Fringe. She’s very endearing and real and funny. I’m sad that during the run of the show, we didn’t get to see more of her, but all that we did get was so much fun. The lab scenes are some of my favorites. The dynamic of Astrid, Walter, and Peter is just the best! Also the alternate universe Astrid is the purest and sweetest angel and must be protected at all costs :)

Sookie St James (Gilmore Girls):

The character of Sookie was really important in my opinion she is a beautiful plus size woman where her size did not define her, she was not the butt of the joke. She is a well respected chef, a loving mother, friend, and wife. When people think of Melissa McCarthy, they don’t typically first think of this role, but in my opinion it’s the best role of her career. She’s very funny in this part, but it’s a different and more low key kind of comedy than some people are used to seeing her in. BTW Drunk Sookie is iconic!! LOL

Lane Kim (Gilmore Girls):

Another character in Gilmore Girls that is underappreciated. She an incredibly talented drummer and she largely taught herself to play the drums. I can’t remember if the music store owner ever taught her but I feel like didn’t. I think she just let her use the display drums until Lane could buy them. Lane is funny and cool and a supportive friend. All the actors in Gilmore Girls were great at the dramatic bits as well, and Keiko was no different, some of those scenes between Lane and Mrs Kim really broke my heart which is credit to Emily and Keiko’s acting ability.

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calamity-bean · 4 years

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two things: one, i love that you’re watching the girls gilmore, please continue to update with your thoughts and two, do you have any folksy music recommendations?? thank you ☺️

The girls Gilmore are delightful! The last episode I watched was 4.21 — Lorelai and Luke attend his sister’s wedding, Rory just finished her first year at Yale, et cetera. (As a longtime Ren Fest goer who would absolutely get married at my local faire in a heartbeat if my hypothetical betrothed agreed to it, I loved the wedding and bore the gentle mockery of said subculture with good humor.) I love narratives about interesting mother-daughter relationships, so Rory and Lorelai are like very heartwarming catnip to me. Sookie is adorable; Jess is a mess but I do love him; lord knows what it says about me, but I identify more than a bit with Kirk; and I just want Luke and Lorelai to please kiss already, but I have a feeling the show’s gonna draw out this will-they-won’t-they for as long as humanly possible.

Re: music — I’m happy to give recs! I’ll start by pointing you to this list of some favorite folksy artists I shared last year, all of whom I love and listen to regularly. But in the interest of something new, here are some specific folksy songs by artists I did NOT rec last time:

“Apple Tree” — Marika Hackman

“Caleb Meyer” — Gillian Welch

“Icarus” — The Crane Wives

“In the Pines” — Fantastic Negrito

“May Song” — Lisa Knapp

“River Man” — Nick Drake

“The Stranger at My Door” — Brandi Carlile

“Teeth on a String” — Stick and Poke

“Tulip” — Jesca Hoop

“Turpin Hero” — Jake Bugg

Hope you find something you enjoy!

#asks #music #folk #op #Anonymous

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rinnnyxr · 3 years

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You love reading. You have hazel eyes. You love camping. You dress in bright colors. Your favorite subjects in school are/were Creative Writing and Art.

You have dyed your hair pink before. You enjoy going shopping. You love chai tea. You are artistic. You love macaroni and cheese. You’ve cried yourself to sleep. You wish you could travel more. You’ve questioned your sexuality. You’re a good dancer. You’re a good singer. You have neat handwriting. You look significantly younger than you are. You don’t watch TV. You love smoothies. You love fruit. You are fascinated by stars. You are fascinated by sunsets. You like to play in the rain. You feel lonely. You love caramel apple cider. You like to try new things. You hurt inside. You write in a diary. You can run fast. You can lick the tip of your nose. You’re double jointed. You love to worship. You are shy at times. You appreciate beauty. You’re asexual. You’ve been bullied. You love summer camp. You’ve encountered the supernatural. You’ve wowed people with your talent. You have regrets. It’s painful to think about your past. You often feel exhausted. You love strawberries. You love lasagna. You look like your mom.

Bold what you like Italics what you have tried but don’t enjoy..

01. Key Lime Pie 02. Tater Tots 03. Sourdough Bread 04. Cobb Salad 05. Pot Roast 06. Twinkies 07. Beef Jerky 08. Fajitas 09. Banana Split 10. Cornbread 11. GORP (Raisins & Peanuts) 12. Jambalaya 13. Biscuits ’n’ Gravy 14. Smithfield ham 15. Chicken fried steak 16. Wild Alaska salmon 17. California roll sushi 18. Meatloaf 19. Grits 20. Macaroni and cheese 21. Crabcakes 22. Potato chips 23. Cioppino 24. Fortune cookies 25. Peanut butter sandwich 26. Baked beans 27. Popcorn 28. Fried chicken and waffles 29. Clam chowder 30. New Mexican flat enchiladas 31. S’mores 32. Lobster rolls 33. Buffalo wings 34. Indian frybread 35. Barbecue ribs 36. BLT (bacon, lettuce, and tomato sandwich) 37. Apple Pie 38. Frito pie 39. Po’ boy 40. Green chili stew 41. Chocolate-chip cookies 42. Blueberry cobbler 43. Steak 44. Chicago-style pizza 45. Nachos 46. Philly cheese steak 47. Hot dogs 48. Reuben sandwich 49. Cheeseburger 50. Thanksgiving dinner (Turkey)

I’m extremely tired at the moment.

I hate when people don’t wear socks with their shoes unless they’re sandals or something. I don’t like meat.

I didn’t do anything productive today. Work is getting on my nerves.

I can’t remember the last time I worked out at the gym.

I play video games.

My favorite color is pink.

I’m sick of stores like Hollister and Abercrombie.

I’m going to the beach soon. Summer is my favorite season.

I love my car. I have an amazing boyfriend.

Ice cream is an addiction to me.

My iPod doesn’t have enough space for all of my music.

I ate mac and cheese this week. Smoothie King is amazing!!

I’m going to be a sophomore in college.

I love shopping at Sephora and Ulta.

I spend way too much money on things I want. I paid for the majority of my car.

I am always cold. I have a pool in my neighborhood that I go to.

I fail at beer pong. I’ve been accused of stealing someone’s drugs.

I don’t wear glasses. County fairs are so much fun! Spiders scare the shit out of me. I am an aunt.

I’ve been with my boyfriend for more than 4 months.

I listen to old music. I can play the piano.

I wish I could play the drums.

My room is messy. I eat so much and don’t gain weight. My camera is falling apart.

The only thing I order at McDonald’s are their fries.

Chick-fil-A has amazing milkshakes. I’ve used a tanning bed before. Tan is such an ugly color for a car.

I moved twice within 2 months.

I think bros are pathetic.

Construction work wakes me up every morning.

I want to paint my room a different color.

I’ve had the same job for at least 2 years.

I know someone who is currently in jail. I refuse to drive with certain friends because they don’t know how to drive at all.

I hate sleeping anywhere besides my bed.

I could go for a donut right now. I’ve had a panic attack and it was scary. I have been to the ER. My medicine always makes me drowsy.

I hate pancakes and love waffles.

I rarely watch TV.

My iPod is slooooow.

I own a Blackberry.

I text more than call people. Bonfires are my favorite. I have never been camping.

I have friends that are twins.

The last time I rode my bike was over 5 years ago.

I know what the red ring of death is.

I love to look up at the stars. I have a good memory. I avoid drama at all costs. I don’t understand how someone can eat something that smells disgusting.

Like hard boiled eggs and tuna.

I have to take medicine on a daily basis. I have something on that is not mine.

Those shape up shoes look so stupid and cost a ridiculous amount of money.

I’m going to get another piercing before summer is over.

I have met a lot of jerks in the past. I’ve only had one job. It would be so cool to visit haunted places. I rarely blow dry my hair unless I’m in a hurry. I love music from other decades.

Never have I ever failed a class.

But I was close.

I’ve had an addiction to the Sims in the past.

I love roller coasters. I get along very well with my boyfriend’s family.

He gets along with mine too.

I need to go shopping soon! I had my wisdom teeth removed. Usually I don’t like to watch movies when I’m hanging out with people.

Next month I’m trying something new. I am super skinny. I own more clothes than I can wear in a month.

I buy high end make up constantly.

I miss someone a lot right now.

I wish I could reconnect with old friends.

I haven’t seen my best friend in over 6 months.

I have flown an airplane.

Storms freak me out!

I love to bake desserts.

I still live with my parents. I’m very happy with my life.

My eyes play tricks on me when I’m tired. I went to see Toy Story 3.

I loved that movie.

I laugh at stupid things all the time. Olive Garden is my favorite restaurant.

I live in a new house.

Sometimes I miss my childhood. It would still be cool to get a Barbie Jeep. I was very shy when I was little. I have never been in a mosh pit. I have been to a different country than the one I live in. I wish gas was cheaper. I am extremely ticklish. My first year of college flew by.

I go to community college. I wish I had a kitty.

Traffic always makes me mad. I love to buy things that help me be more organized. I don’t weigh enough to donate blood. I have sang onstage.

I have been in a play. Gotta miss the old days.

I have a song stuck in my head. I sing in the car. I’m very obsessed with my teeth being perfect and clean. I own a ton of stuffed animals.

I own a studded belt.

I get along with most people. High school was the worst time in my life. Middle school sucked too. I have never been on a cruise.

I stayed up super late last night.

I have currency from other countries than the one I live in.

We recycle in my house.

If I had the money I would move out. I used to play the orchestra.

Skinny little loser guys in Tap Out shirts are stupid as shit.

I love using Skype.

I log onto my Facebook a lot. I know someone who lives on a farm.

I have been to a rooftop pool.

Italian food is my favorite. I really hate hypocrites.

I pretty much have no clue what twitter is.

Winter sucks.

I hate snow.

I wish I had a bigger bed.

I hate going to the doctors.

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thcllslnrd · 4 years

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Strange Love

!! EDIT !!: So this is like kjdfhsk from June? I’m just posting it cause it’s still not bad and I don’t wanna get rid of it, but I’m not gonna finish it since I’ve now finished all 7 seasons and I know these characters totally don’t fit the way I assigned them here anymore. Vampire Bill is...not the guy he was in season 1 lmao. I just wanted to post smth while I’m in the middle of other things, so have an unfinished Parksborn AU!!

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I started watching True Blood recently and even though I've only seen season one so far, the idea of a AU for Parksborn won't leave my head. I mean, a southern Peter with telepathy and vampire Harry? Mmm yes please.

Summary: “In a society where humans and vampires co-exist, Peter Parker may have found the perfect boyfriend. Peter is clairvoyant and constantly hears people's thoughts, which makes dating a bit difficult. When vampire Harry Osborn walks into the bar where he works as a waiter, Peter realizes that he can't `hear' what he's thinking and he is immediately attracted.” (Aka the first episode of True Blood written as a Parksbron AU)

Character assignments: Peter as Sookie, Harry as Bill, Flash as Jason, Gwen as Sam, MJ as Arlene, and Miles as Lafayette.

Peter couldn't help when people's thoughts became his own.

He always tried his best to shut everyone out when waiting tables at Stacy's or walking through town, but sometimes it was too much. Took too much energy to shut too many people out. It wasn't like he could control whatever this was, either! But it made the waiters job hard some days.

Tonight was one of the harder days at Stacy's, the local bar getting busy with the usual crowd of people and then some. Only a handful of the customers weren't drunk yet, but it was only 11 p.m. and Peter had no doubt everyone would be hammered in no time. It was a Saturday night so he knew it was bound to end up like this, but he hated busy nights. Busy, drunk, loud nights always meant people's minds were busy, drunk, and loud.

Jesus, how the hell are Parker and Thompson even close to brothers? They're so fucking different, I jus-

How the hell am I gonna pay my rent after all this! Goddamn I don't wanna have to go to that bar and dance around again....

That woman seriously needs to lay off the burgers, I can see them dragging down her face.

Please Jesus, give me just this one whiskey. It's all I want, just a little bit, I know you'll give me the strength to not want shot number two.

Shit, Flash's one hell of a looker. To bad he's always hanging around with his brothers best friend, I'd love a piece of that a-

Peter slammed the two pitchers of Bud onto the table of 4 townsfolk, biting his tongue to keep his mouth shut in front of them.

"My brother can do however he pleases, thank you very much," The brunette mumbled, walking back towards the plate shelf.

Miles, as always, was working hard in the kitchen between stirring something in a two foot tall pot and flipping fresh made burger patties on the flat grill. For as long as Peter's been working at this bar, the other man's been wearing an apron in that kitchen and keeping everyone company. He was funny, gave good advice, and was all around good company.

As he sat down the spatula to the right of the flat grill, Miles started shaking spices into a separate bowl.

"I need'a order of fries. And if you dropped a handful on the floor for me that would be just wonderful." Peter sighed, resting his arms against the cold metal.

"You got it, hun," The darker man finally turned to the waiter, seeing his uniform and overall look for the day. "Goddamn, Petey! What're you doin' with that tight shirt and fluffed up mob'a hair...D'you have a date tonight?"

"No, but when I wear fittin' close I get more tips."

"You got that right. These hillbillies are suck'as for good packagin'."

"And if I act like I don't have'a brain in my skull the tips are even bigger. If I do, there'all a sudden scared a'me." Miles just laughed, looking up from his bowl and pointing to the other with a handful of spice shakers.

"You got it wrong, hun. They ain't scared a'you, they're scared of them leeegs-"

"Miles Morales! I don't wanna hear that from you tonight!" Peter huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Miles just kept laughing as a bright red-haired girl walked up next to him, putting one plate in each hand. That was Mary Jane, or MJ, and she'd only been working at Stacy two or three years when Peter started. She was sweet, helped him out a lot when he just started serving and taking orders. She had strong opinions, and not the greatest taste in men, but she was always happy and fun to talk to.

"What in the blue hell are you two talkin' 'bout?" Miles turned to the woman with a grin, keeping his hands busy with the food.

"Oh, the usual, Parker's legs an' how everyone wants a hunk outta him." Peter was quick to roll his eyes, looking between the man in the kitchen and the waitress next to him.

"Well, I'm sure he'll figure it all out one day, Miles." MJ took a quick glance between the two before winking and walking off, hands full with paid food to serve.

Peter just bit his lip and walked off with another sigh, knowing the fries would take another minute. He had other orders to attend to, so he went to the bar and grabbed a tray to carry drinks before locking eyes with the bartender, Gwen Stacy.

Gwen was the owner of this bar, which used to belong to her father's before he passed away. They've been friends for years too, met their senior year of high school and have been fairly close since. Peter had always been the loner type anyway but Gwen was a good change of pace. She got along with everyone of all gender, sexuality, color, and opinion (even if she didn't always agree). It made her a good bartender since she had to deal with pretty much everyone in town on the regular, and most importantly a good friend. It did make it strange for her to become his boss after so many years of being friends too, but it left out any awkward 'co-worker and boss' interactions. For the most part.

"How's your night goin', Parker?"

Peter pushed a smile. "I've had better, but it's not'a total wreck."

"Well, is there anythin' I can do to improve it for ya'?"

Peter ran a hand back through his hair, eyebrows knit close in thought. At first he was actually thinking on something to improve his night like an extra break or maybe a free drink, but something changed in the room. He wasn't sure how obvious it was to everyone else in the bar, the sudden silence, but he felt like he could breathe again. No more thoughts about food, beer, liquor, drugs, men, women, sex, all of it was gone. Peter quickly realized it wasn't only everyone's thoughts but everyone in the bar had done dead silent. The whole bar was quick as lightening to end their private conversations. But...why? The hell was everyone so quiet and alarmed by?

Peter didn't see why until he turned around.

Someone new, entirely unfamiliar had walked into Stacy's tonight. It wasn't that new faces weren't welcome here, but there was something clear as day about this new guy. He was tall, but couldn't be more than half a foot taller than Peter, and paler than a piece of printer paper with dark red hair and chocolate brown eyes. There was no question about who he was or what he'd order tonight.

Peter turned back towards the bar and Gwen before him and the redheaded stranger could lock eyes. "My god, I think Stacy's just got its first vampire!"

"Yeah, I think you're right."

"Can you even believe that!? Right here in little ol' Bon Temps? I don't think I've ever been so excited to meet one since they came outta the coffin two years ago!" Peter kept a hold of his tray and pulled his order pad and pen out of his shirt pocket.

He wasn't sure how or why, but when the brunette turned to to serve the vampire, he was already looking right at him. It might have been weird but it was even weirder that Peter was excited, interested to do this. Vampires have been living alongside humans for a solid two years now, but for what he knew, he's never met one before. Especially not in the workplace. Besides, in a small town like this, you rarely got something this exciting.

The brunette walked his way up to the vampire, a smile clad on his face. "Hi, welcome to Stacy's! And what can I get for you tonight?"

The man in the booth was quiet, almost as if he knew everyone was still watching out of the corner of their eyes and thinking about his presence alone. The conversations had picked back up, but if he didn't drown out all the thoughts, they all had something to do with this new vampire.

"Do you guys have any of that bottled, synthetic blood?" Peter bit his lip, already knowing the answer.

"No, I'm really sorry. Gwen got some a last year, but no one ordered it and she had'ta dump it all out after it went bad." He stopped for a second before talking again, trying to fill the silence. "You're our first vampire. Small town."

"Yeah, I think that woman over there's on to me."

"Oh, that's Gwen! She's cool, trust me." Peter kept his smile after looking back to Gwen, unsure why she was watching him so closely.

"Am I...that obvious?"

"A-A little? I mean, I noticed the moment I saw you, but I don't know about everyone else." Peter lied, because he shouldn't be able to know what everyone else thought.

"Well...if you don't have any blood, then I'll just take a glass of red wine. Gives me a reason to stay."

"Oh...o-okay, I can do that for you! Whatever the reason, I'm glad you're staying." Peter smiled, tapping the end of his pen to the notepad.

His smile started to twitch when the woman sitting in the next booth leaned back, pressing her head close to the vampires but keeping her eyes locked on Peter.

"Oh, don't mind Peter. He's craz'r than'a ol' mad dog." There was a real badly spoken tone of seduction in her voice, and if that was her say of trying to flirt or lead on either one of them, she wasn't doing very well.

Peter couldn't help but make a slightly irritated face at her, waiting until he turned away to roll his eyes and huff. He saw the fries waiting at the kitchen window and quickly delivered those and a side of ranch to a different table before getting a glass of red wine from the blonde bartender. He held it, the only thing in one hand, and placed it on the table right in front of the vampire.

"You're reason to stay," Peter smiled, even though noticing the woman from the other booth was in now in the same booth as the redhead.

He clearly seemed to be annoyed, uninterested, but she had her hands all over his shoulder and arm, pressed close. He already felt bad for the vampire having to deal with this woman, until her thoughts were all he could hear, loud in her head. She was doing quick and fairly complicated math as she looked the vampire up and down (as if she was gonna bite him instead), raving about the money she'd get for selling all his blood. When the other woman gave him a weird look, unaware that Peter was even able to listen in on her intentions, he quickly snapped out of it and mouthed a sorry! out before rushing back to the bar.

Well shit.

"Gwen, we've gotta problem, Sarahlee is planning on drainin' that vampire clean and sellin' his blood!" Gwen raised an eyebrow at the man, busying her hands with cleaning a glass.

"Wait, you listened in on her and heard all that?" Peter sighed, knowing it shouldn't have to be much of a question. All of his close friends and family knew of his skill, proved it one way or another until they understood, and what fool would talk about draining a vampire for their blood right next to them?

"Yes! Clear as day!"

"I'm sure he'll make it out okay! Besides, he's a vampire, right? He should be able to handle himself just fine."

Peter turned back to check in on the undead red head, see if the glass of wine had been touched, but no one was in the booth anymore. Not the vampire, or the touchy woman clinging to his arm. His eyes went eyes, frozen for a split second before moving quick and sudden.

"Damn! Gwen, cover me!"

He wasn't quite yelling but he was still talking too loud, dropping his note pad on the middle of the floor and busting through the front door. The hot air hit his skin all too quickly but Peter couldn't even take it in, running down the small set of front steps and out into the parking lot. He had to stop, close his eyes, and focus, of all hopes of finding and trying to help this vampire were blown away. He did just that, clearing his mind and waiting until he got the hint of her thoughts, an echo.

Damn needle...should I keep...worth the wait...

Peter ran as quietly as possible towards the thoughts, stopping dead in his tracks after a few steps to only now realize he was totally defenseless. He knew how to fight with his hands, but considering this woman was handling a vampire all by herself, tonight wasn't the night to take chances. Taking a quick glance around all of the cars, he found a thick link of chain in the open bed of a truck, taking it out and wincing at the sound of metal on metal. If was a quieter carry though, which was good for while she got closer to the vampire and his kidnapper.

For a split second the brunette thought what if Gwen was right? What if the vampires already got his escape planned and he only gets in the way? What if he only makes things worse? Her words were starting to get to him, convincing him to start backing away while he had the chance, until he saw that he was entirely right.

The redheaded vampire from before was now laid out on the ground, needles and wraps all tied and poked into his left arm as the other woman was starting in on his right. She was struggling, and Peter didn't know if it was finding the vein or getting the needle through his skin or what. He was quiet, dead silent but taking a few more steps from behind the struggling woman. The vampire noticed him after awhile, squinting like he was confused or couldn't make out who he was, but the brunette just raised a single finger to his lips in signal for him to keep as he is.

Once Peter was only a yard or so behind the kidnapper, he took a deep breath in before holding the chain with both hands and swinging it against the woman like a baseball bat. She let out a loud gasp as she fell on her stomach, coughing a few times and turning her head to see Peter, still holding the chain and fully prepared to use it again if needed.

"Oh you prissy son of a bitch!" Sarahlee hissed, either from the pain or anger, and pulled a curved blade out from her back pocket. She held the knife out in front of her, just as prepared to use her weapon as he was, but missed on the first swing.

"Step back from him, you low-rent, roadkill eatin, white trash." Peter warned her as harshly as he could, he other woman just laughing and pointing her blade.

"You have no idea who the fuck you're messing with, motherfucker. So just keep your pretty little hands away from me and this vamp, before you get on my bad side."

"Oh please, at this point I'm already sure you don't have any other side."

#parksborn #parksborn fanfiction #fanfic #peter parker #harry osborn #true blood #true blood au #au fanfic #unfinished #sookie stackhouse #bill compton #thcllslnrd #thcllslnrd fanfic

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dollsome-does-tumblr · 5 years

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Top 5 pop culture controversies Lorelai Gilmore definitely had opinions on since 2016

I suddenly cannot remember ANY pop culture controversies since 2016, unless it’s her thoughts on the Gilmore Girls revival! There’s some brain breaking!

Here’s some random things that may or may not fit that category:

I think she probably has very strong opinions on the haps on Great British Bake-Off. She and Sookie obsessively discuss every episode (while Luke pretends not to be that into it, but let’s be real, he watches every episode with Lorelai, he’s invested), and Sookie and Luke get into their own little competition trying to recreate the most epic bakes from the show and impress Lorelai (but really, impress each other and win each other’s culinary respect).

Luke and Lorelai definitely strike me as folks who were routine Game of Thrones watchers. They rant at each other about the last season for months afterward, sometimes in the middle of nowhere, completely unrelated to what’s going on. Lorelai will sit up in bed an hour after lights out and yell, “But there’s no way the White Walkers were meant to be gotten rid of that easily! There’s no way!” And then Luke’s up and ranting right along. Paul Anka is very sick of this.

Lorelai decides she hates Stranger Things at first because 80s pop culture is HER thing, and she’s not about to listen to some nerdy brothers’ take on it. She eventually watches it and gets super into it but has to hide that fact. Especially after all the very loud public fights she’s had with Kirk about it. (Kirk loves Stranger Things.)

She also H A T E S all the live-action Disney remakes.

AND YOU KNOW HER THOUGHTS ON THE CATS TRAILER WOULD BE SO EPIC THAT I CAN ONLY IMAGINE THEM AND REPINE THAT WE CANNOT WITNESS SUCH A RANT BEFORE OUR EYES.

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enchantedlandcoffee · 1 year

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I posted 668 times in 2022

That's 586 more posts than 2021!

173 posts created (26%)

495 posts reblogged (74%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@enchantedlandcoffee

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I tagged 324 of my posts in 2022

#bridgerton - 47 posts

#anthony bridgerton - 36 posts

#sookie asks - 32 posts

#sookie watches bridgerton - 31 posts

#heartstopper - 30 posts

#once upon a time - 26 posts

#eloise bridgerton - 24 posts

#bridgerton incorrect quotes - 24 posts

#ask sookie - 24 posts

#stranger things - 23 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#you're sleepy 24/7 and can't say no to a good blanket. you have a very dreamy aura about you and people tend to feel calmed by your presenc

My Top Posts in 2022:

Elle: Why are your tongues purple? Charlie: We had slushies. I had a blue one. Nick: I had a red one. Elle: oh Elle: Elle: OH Tao: Tao : You drank each other's slushies?

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Eloise: You know those things will kill you, right?

Anthony, pouring another glass of whiskey: That’s the point.

Benedict, smoking a cigarette: We’re trying to speed up the process.

Colin: *Nods while eating raw cookie dough*

190 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

*Steve wakes up to Eddie next to him* Eddie: How'd you sleep last night? Steve, sitting up fast: WHAT THE HELL?? Eddie: *falls to the floor* Steve: What were you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress on the floor! Eddie: I had a nightmare. Steve: You had a nightmare? What are you five years old?! Eddie: Listen, I needed to feel comfortable and I was getting this peversed power dynamic vibe from me sleeping on the ground and you sleeping up there. Steve: *sarcastically* Ah yes, how high and mighty I am up on my TWIN XL. Eddie: That is not what I meant. Steve: Silence in the presence of your king! Who sleeps a lofty 12 AND A HALF INCHES above the ground. Eddie: Listen, I'm not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got up into your bed and I'm sure you did too. Steve: *sarcastically* Yeah, okay. Eddie: You know what? I wanna know. How'd you sleep last night? Steve: *sighs* Steve, mumbling: That was the best I've slept in a while.

197 notes - Posted August 10, 2022

Mrs Potts and Hagrid in the same week!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

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372 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Nick: So I’m bi-

Charlie: *gasps hopefully*

Nick: -lingual. I’m bilingual. I speak two languages.

Charlie: Oh… *takes a sip of water*

Nick: Oh, and I also like boys.

Charlie: *spits out water*

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smolbeandrabbles · 5 years

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Win Life - Gerry x Reader (Mississippi Grind)

Authors Note: I’ve been wanting to use that stupid card image for years! And now I finally can! You know, when Mississippi Grind ended I sat there for a good five minutes wondering how that could possibly be it. Like, I need a wrap up / sequel! Then I started thinking about what could happen... This fic has elements of that story in it but is very much its own thing. I can’t stand that I didn’t know what happened to Gerry but also that the more I thought on it the more I wondered if it could possibly have a happy ending? Anyway, I read a post on Tumblr quoted as saying Gerry wouldn’t even make it out of State with the money. Which I thought was kinda harsh on him. So here. I wrote our boy an ending.

The cat was meant to be a big part of it, then she kinda became an add on but I didn’t have the heart to take her out...!!

Disclaimer: You know when you sing songs, look up the lyrics and go ‘Really?! Those can’t be the lyrics!?’ Well, I edited the lyrics here. So, apologies Luke Bryan. But mine are better for the #Context. I don’t own any characters except for the Reader. I’ve also never been gambling/played cards soooo... You’re just gonna have to take what I’ve written for those parts, ok?

Premise: Months after his encounters with Curtis are over, Gerry meets another mysterious stranger. She’s got big ideas and they all include him. Maybe just once his luck won’t actually leave...

Word Count: 8330

Warnings: Gambling / Drinking

Been in a couple scrapes, I barely got out of Got a couple scars, I kinda ain't proud of But you can't be afraid to drive until the gas tank's empty And if your glass is half full, you better make damn sure it's whiskey!

And be more drunk in love and habits kicked More miracles than magic tricks More green grass grows than green on dollar bills More babies raised, than raising hell More get back ups than times you fell, Well, I don't know it all, Hey, but I know how it feels, To be the guy that's trying to come back from behind, Still trying to win life

But if you lose yourself in someone else Than maybe you don't lose at all...

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Read this like snippits from a road trip. It’s by no means the whole story. But it is the important points.

Gerry thought he might have noticed her before. She looked out of place here. Sharp dressed, standing against a car... and watching him?? He had thought so before. Today she was standing with a white cat on her shoulder. If she wasn’t looking at him, then it was all too much of a strange coincidence... He shifted uncomfortably in his seat and focused on his coffee.

You looked from the photograph, to him, and back again. He had to be the guy... You looked to your cat and constant companion. “Gotta be him...” You were as relieved as you were surprised that he’d be exactly where Curtis said he would be. It meant you wouldn’t have to track him around the country. You put her back in the car and crossed to the little cafe.

“Gerry?” Her voice was smooth and silky sending an odd sensation across his skin as he looked up to her. Clearly, she was looking for him. “Yes?” Why was she looking for him exactly? Was the question.

You gave a sweet smile; he was a heck of a lot cuter in real life than the picture made him out to be. Maybe Curtis sending you here was going to turn out better than you’d thought. “Thank goodness. I’m Y/N! May I sit?” He nodded, his glance at you nervous. Probably because everyone else in the cafe was now craning to see exactly why you we’re talking to him. You did so, and to save him from looking any more shy than he did, you cut right to it;

“Curtis sent me all the way up here to check on you... “ You smiled “his heart always was in the right place...” He instantly relaxed at a name he recognised “Curtis sent you!? How’s he doing?!” You nodded “Very well. Yeah, but he’s much more concerned with how you are doing...” “I’m okay.” You didn’t believe that for a second with the way he said it. “He says, sounding the most un-OK anyone has ever sounded...?” You tilted your head “... I knew he wouldn’t ask me to do this if he wasn’t concerned. From what I observed, you do seem to be... Ok. But you don’t sound it...” Something was going on behind the front he was trying to put up. But you’d become extremely good at reading those. He sighed “Yeah I’ve noticed you...” You smiled as he continued “You’re not exactly hard to spot in a town like this... if you wanted to be more inconspicuous...” You shrugged “It’s not about me...” “Why did he send you?” “I just observe things.” True enough. “Did he pay you?” Then he looked like that wasn’t the correct thing to imply. “I owe him a favour ...” You decided to answer as if it wasn’t a yes/no question. Gerry made a face like he accepted it, although he didn’t have much of a choice. “Excuse me. Can I get you anything?” The waitress came over, looking like she’d draw the short straw, and looked between you and Gerry for far too long. “Coffee would be great. Black, please.” She hesitated for a second, but when it was clear you weren’t going to continue until she was gone, she had to concede. “So,” He stirred his own drink with a smile “she likes her coffee black and her cats white...” He’d noticed. Good. “Sookie? Yeah, she accompanies me around everywhere.” “Sookie?” “You’re clearly not a True Blood fan!” You laughed “Is she part of your investigation on me too?” He’d be surprised how much you could gauge from that; “No. She’s helpful, from time to time...” you paused your sentence as the waitress brought your coffee, and you stirred in a healthy amount of sugar. “You’re a cat person too.” He opened his mouth to answer, when he realised it wasn’t a question. “I own a cat. Yeah...”

You nodded, there was of course going to always be something you liked about him. You were starting to think that this might have been a set-up. And a couple of days from now Curtis’d be calling and laughing in your face. Only, you also felt he might have a point here. You took a sip and looked to Gerry again, he couldn’t hold your gaze very well. Probably because he knew why Curtis would send you, and you were about to start asking the difficult questions. “Did it help?” You didn’t start where he expected “W-what?” “The money. Did it help?” “...With... what?” That was a No. Clear as day. “... There’s not a lot I don’t know about you from Curtis, Gerry. Just answer the question. At least tell me you got out of State...?” He caught on quick, thankfully. “... I got all the way back here...” Curtis had more faith in him than you did. “And then?” “It helped for a little while... Yeah...” He’d started with child support, because he wanted to see his daughter again. He’d started paying debts off, but that always led to tables and... Well, here he was.

You answered your mobile with a roll of your eyes; “So how is he?” “He needs a lot more work than you think he does...” A sigh followed “Can you do it?” “I don’t know Curtis... There’s a difference between trying and doing, and I can try.” “You gotta do more than try!! Tell me it isn’t all gone.” “You can’t fix him by gambling. You’re asking me to fix him by having him gamble for it...” “Because you CAN fix him.” “Why? Because he’s my type? I’m starting to think you’ve sent me to fix something else.” There was an awkward pause but you could hear his cheeky smirk “Maybe. Maybe not. IS it all gone?” “No. But he’s gotta be sensible.” “You’re the only one I know that KNOWS how to walk away.” “On one condition will I do this.” “I thought I already agreed to all your conditions” “When I walk away, you have to give up on him Curtis. If I can’t fix this... It needs to go professional and you’re gonna let me do that. Also. I’m not playing a table with him or for him.” “No I NEED you to play it for him.” “Curtis it’s his life! It’s not yours! It’s not mine. I can’t tell him how to play.” “Please. Can you just... you need to teach him when to walk away.” “You’re asking me to teach him to walk away from his gut instinct and he won’t like that.” “Teach him to have better gut instinct!” You breathed out a heavy sigh; yeah like that was easy...

*** "So..." You were starting to make a quick habit out of meeting in this coffee shop. He noticed today you had dressed down considerably though. He also noticed how you only ever ordered a black coffee, and that left him wondering what you did the rest of the day when you weren't talking to him. "... I cannot imagine roadtripping with Curtis. And neither can I imagine you roadtripping with Curtis. What is that even like!?" You leant on your hand, clearly amused. “It was a lot of good fun. When we were winning." but he grinned "Or maybe it was just a lot of good fun! Y'know, he's a good guy.” "Yeah I know." you agreed "He'd just really get on my nerves. Knows how to push my buttons too well. Maybe you're just what he needed..." Someone with a calm demeanour, a little on the shy side. But could play, and that Curtis could help out. A drifter he may have been but, he always loved helping people. "Maybe he's just what I needed too. " You could imagine that, Gerry looked like the kind of guy who needed ANYBODY at any given time. And, apparently, now he needed you. But, you weren't for thinking that you couldn't use him too… "Would you ever consider doing it again?" "Doing what?" He squinted as he searched you for an answer, that made you wonder how good he was at reading people. If he played, then he should at least have an inkling. "Another road trip?" "That'd be fun yeah." But the look on your face made him realise you were serious "Oh!! Wi- With you!?" You nodded slowly "First we have to get your game up a little… I've got a plan. And I'd like for you to hear it, but I need you to trust me first... And I gotta be able to trust you." "What's wrong with my game?" You smirked "First off. You gotta know when to quit. I've been assured that's a problem. And I can't afford to do this with someone who won’t cash out. Because, believe it or not, it’s the money we need. A small cash out is better than nothing. Or worse, losing it. Second, you gotta play like the people you'll be playing against. Not just the way you play. You have to be adaptable..." He raised an eyebrow, "You think I can't adapt my game?" "I don't think you've ever tried. Play the table. Not the cards!" "I know how to play a table..." "No you don't, not the way I'm going to teach you." "I do! I'm good at reading people." he tilted his head "Okay. Not you and Curtis... You're so alike it's scary but... Everyone else..." You smiled, it was something you wanted to hear "Gerry, what are you gonna do if you end up facing up against a table of people like me and Curtis. How are you gonna win then?" He didn't look like he had an answer for that, but at least you smiled at him "Don't worry. I'll help you with that..." ***

All at once you could see why he had several problems. Currently you were sitting around a table, you and him going through a bunch of scenarios. You'd recruited some ‘friends’ of yours, that Gerry thought you were using the term ‘friends’ loosely for, specifically so they could help out...

The scenario work was actually pretty good. He could certainly talk the talk, and well. Everything you threw at him he could give you a good comeback. And when it was just you vs him at cards that was fine too. You guessed that was because he seemed comfortable around you. And you weren't playing for anything. He didn't often lose but when he did, he would laugh at the play you made "Well! Would you look at that! That was some good bluffing!"

Around this table, you weren't playing, you were watching. The first couple of games you'd been observing the whole table. You tried not to think of the games you were used to when all three of them were making terrible decisions and getting away with them. No matter, it was good you saw Gerry’s complications now. Eventually you started directly observing him. That's what you were here for after all, and if you let him go on playing like this you weren't going to get anywhere. "Mmm." You watched his hand hover over a card. Gerry don't do that! That's dumb! When it stayed there you did it a little louder "Uh-uh." He put his hand down and looks to you "What!?" You just shook your head. You weren't going to say it out loud, but could he just read the goddamn table again!? He had a much better play. He looked back to his hand, then selected another card. Better! There we go!

This continued for another couple of games. Until you fell silent. And that was bad because then he started second guessing himself, so he started losing.

You sighed. "Hang on! Stop a minute!" They all looked to you, head in your hands "Gerry. Don't make me say it out loud..." "Yeah, I get it. You're trying to make me make better plays." "Yes..." "Well that's what I'm trying to do." "No, now you're second guessing every move you make and you're starting to lose it. Focus!" "You’re deliberately changing my game strategy. It's gonna take time!" He had a point. And you felt bad. But it was time you didn't have. "Okay... You're right, I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm just trying to help you be one without being the other. I don't want you to think about every move you’re making... I'm trying to get you to play smarter! I know you can do it. And I didn’t need Curtis to tell me that. You have an answer for everything I throw at you... " You sat on the table and looked to him "But theory isn't practice. Only you also PLAY extremely well. The problem is you don't play like the people you're gonna come up against out there, and if we're gonna do this you're going to have to start. This is good. This is a good start. But you know as well as I, I can't help you out there.” "I know. And I can. " He had a defiant confidence. You liked that. And with a smile on your face, you knew he could too.

*** “Before we leave you need to do one thing for me…” “Okay…” He was just too trusting; it left you perplexed sometimes. Like you could ask him to do literally anything and he’d up and do it. You were the exact opposite; almost too careful. But his personality made sense for Curtis to take him in. Hell, you wouldn’t have come all the way here for Gerry without his guidance. “Everyone you owe. I want a list, names and amounts.” He frowned “Why?” “Why do you think we’re doing this?! I’m getting you out of debt. Well, you’re getting yourself out. But I’m going to keep track.” “So… We’re… NOT doing this for us?” “It is for you! You’re gonna get even. Which sounds like it’ll be an achievement in itself…” You looked across to him; “So do I get a list or not? Because this car doesn’t move without one. Not with you in it, anyhow.” That just made him nod vigorously “Y-Yeah I can do that.” You smiled “Excellent! See you tomorrow!” You knew you confused him by the way you went from being so serious to so cheery. But you wanted to let him know you didn’t come to mess around – or make friends. Though Gerry’s personality made that second statement increasingly hard.

*** After the first few table runs, which had been admittedly shaky even when he wasn’t playing with his own money, Gerry seemed to get the hang of following your lead. And your presence seemed to have the Curtis effect on him. He wondered if he’d perhaps stumbled across another Rainbow, or, one had so happened to find him… As he was playing at home, on familiar territory, and learning – you were letting him keep the money for himself. Hopefully your influence was doing some good. You hadn’t exactly told him how to spend it. You just hoped the answer was wisely. You’d imparted the importance of the list to him, so hopefully he’d been savvy enough to get started. Every win he made boosted his confidence; you just made sure to ground him. You knew sitting around afterwards critiquing his moves put a dampener on things, but you didn’t want him to get over confident. OR get to the stage where he thought he couldn’t lose. The key was to have him cash out, not to go so far he lost it all again. So when the time finally rolled around, he actually looked surprised; “You played well tonight. It was good to see!” Wait, you’d just paid him a compliment!? “I think you’re ready!” “For the road trip!?” “Mm hmm…! If you’re still up for it?” He laughed “Yeah! Yes! Absolutely! It’ll be good for a change of scenery! We… uhm… taking your car?” “Unless there’s a problem with that?” “Nope. No. No problems…” “Questions?” He shook his head, but then thought on it; “When do we leave?” “Tomorrow too early?” “NO.”

*** There was quite the adrenalin rush from his first win under new management. He was pleased with himself that the hard work had paid off. You were pleased everything had worked out in his favour and your effort was not all for naught, so he didn’t end up thinking it had been a waste of time. “What do we do with all this now??” He still hadn’t quite calmed down. The win was modest, but still good. You’d picked your road trip carefully, you’d build up the amounts, the stakes and the buy ins… As long as Gerry kept winning. That was all there was to it. You pulled out the list, for once hating to bring him down even just a little bit; “We start ticking off…” “What?” “Sorry, Gerry, this is what we came for. I’m your money management.” Unsurprisingly he was reluctant to hand it over “ALL of it? You don’t need all of it!” You only made him face his own handwriting; “It’s a long list. We have a long way to go. They aren’t paying themselves!” He did so. Because again, he trusted you for some reason. You were thankful your math was good as you did a quick count and separation in your car. He watched you, fascinated, as you ticked off several names before rummaging around for research of your own and a bunch of envelopes. “Addresses!? You found addresses!?” “Yeah! I did a little research…” You smiled “I want to help. I’m sure that’s pretty unbelievable…” You had spent a lot of time pushing him. “No!” He laughed “I didn’t say that! Geez… Did you do all that in your head…?” “Easy! Easy, easy…!” You turned to him and held out a bunch of notes you’d separated; “You did very well Gerry. You earned this.” He took it from you with a grateful smile. Money that was now really his. You gave a wink; “Just don’t do anything with it I wouldn’t approve of!” *** He cashed out after you made your move. It was subtle, but significant. Why!? Why!?! There was still so much left to win here - what was he doing!? You weren't particularly sure you liked the way he looked as you as he got up either. Prompting you to follow him out of the doors into the quiet corridor. Where he almost literally turned on you; "Why did you do that!?" "Do what?" "You know what you did!" "Do you have any idea how much money you were about to lose!?" He sounded frustrated. If Gerry could get angry, then you figured this was it. "Then just let me lose!!! Y/N!! You can't fix me! Nothing can fix this!! Some guys were just born to lose!!! I'm one of them!" "How can you say that about yourself!? If you think like that you're gonna become a self-fulfilling prophecy!!" "Listen. Y/N. I won’t win by cheating. I can't do that. Winning surely isn't that important to you!?". "I'm trying to help you!" "No! No!! I don't want you to do that! I don't want to win by any means necessary...!!" "You do understand how much debt you’re in right!?" "Yeah!! You don't think I don't think about those numbers every damn second I add to them!?!?! I don't get to see my daughter BECAUSE of those numbers! But do you honestly think that when I do get to see her again I'm going to be able to look her in the eye if I cheated my way there!?! Stop it. I don't want to win this way. I might as well lose if I'm gonna win this way! If I'm going to win! If we're going to do this, we need to do it honestly!!”

There was a silence. Because you didn't think about it like that. And he was right. You were seeing numbers on a page. For you that's what this trip was about. That and your promise to Curtis. To Gerry, even though he'd agreed to those very same numbers... That wasn't why he was here. He had something else to be here for, something much more emotional. Something very real. You bit your lip "You’re right." He looked taken aback for a minute. He'd not seen you back down on an argument before "Gerry... You're... Absolutely right and I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... I didn't even think... And I knew... God... I'm..." He shook his head "I get it. We're here for different reasons. And I know what you're doing... But... Can we do this for my reasons. Not yours. I can't fight... I can't WIN for the reasons you want me too... Okay?" "Okay..." you nodded "That's fair. I… wasn't even thinking about it like that... I took away the emotional motive... I'm sorry. I guess I just don't think that way." "Maybe you should try. Getting emotional. I mean." He smiled "You have a great smile. You know sometimes I see it, and know you feel things... You can feel. You're not so hard as you look." He pointed back to the casino "Now. I think I can kinda get back on a streak with this understanding..." "Really!? Are you sure!? Gerry I don't want you just saying that!! Cause I-" "AW! C'MON! I'm not!! " He grabbed your hand with a laugh, "Let's do this. Together. Y/N! We're a team now! Remember!" ***

"Alright. Deal me in." you sat. Gerry opened his mouth to protest. Was he really doing THAT badly!?! Was this to bail him out or teach him something...? With the way you'd been going, he could only imagine that you were about to teach him something. It made his playing take a back seat. Because he was curious. He'd watched you play before, but observing you playing whilst on a table with you... Was this a test? Could he win against you or not? After a period, he just stopped trying. Your attitude was crazy. You let nearly every play show on your face. And occasionally you would mutter things to yourself. That didn't make any sense as a strategy. That was a sure-fire way to lose!!

"Okay..." Gerry was still sitting with you as the table cleared "How the HELL did you just win." "Reverse psychology." you smiled mischievously "Everyone likes watching the rest of the table. Draw on that. Every good card is terrible and every bad card is the best thing you could have been gifted? Think about that. That draws the other players to make cocky mistakes. So, when they call and you have an amazing hand despite looking like you’re gonna lose everything, not only do you get the satisfaction of winning. You get the satisfaction of wiping that cocky little smirk off their faces." You leant towards him, "Though that could just be because I'm a girl and want to take all these chauvinistic males down... I dunno. " "Is that how you always play?” "No, something I picked up." "It's how Curtis plays." "Ahhh! Yes. Very good!" "Who taught who?" He’d figured out there was no way it was coincidence. "Not a taught thing, more a collab!" He laughed "The first time I ever played him he sat at the table and said Aces are good right!" You couldn't help but laugh, yeah that sounded like Curtis. "But you don't talk. He talks. A lot." "I would talk more... I don't have anything interesting to say." "Aw. I don't know about that. I think you could teach these guys a thing or two." You almost blushed "Yeah... Maybe. But you're the only one that actually listens." He stopped, and you thought he was the one blushing "Oh. Well... I'm sorry about that..." "Don't be. You’re the only person I want to listen to me…" And you were aware of the way you'd said it. And the next look he gave you. And the way you were leaning towards him on your hands. So you leant back, "I - I mean. You know. Given the task at hand!" "W-Well yeah! I get it!" Something told you he'd 'got' a lot more than that, though...

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When Gerry awoke, he was disoriented. None of the signs that he was seeing seemed to point to the place you’d said you were heading... He sat up and looked around for any indication of where you were “...Y/N...??” “Yes...” He could tell by your voice that he had interrupted a train of thought as you stared at the open road ahead. “...Where are we...? There are no signs for-” You smiled, still not looking at him “Detouring. Slightly. Actually, there’s a casino where we’re going, so, I’m helping you a little.” “Where we detouring to??” You had said slightly, so you must have been close to your meticulously planned route. “...Home.” You said it softly. “Home? Your home!?” You nodded, eyes flicking to the sleeping cat in the back seat; “It’ll be good to have a base for a couple of days if nothing else. Regroup... Take stock... Go back to playing mid-tables. I think I better give you some low stakes and remind you sometimes this is fun, not always hard work.” He shook his head “No! no! This - This is fun!!” He made you laugh with how quick he was to defend the whole trip. He was so sweet and had one heck of a big heart. You couldn’t help it nor deny it, you were falling for him pretty damn hard.

When he was here with you in your car, or anywhere that wasn’t a table, he was perhaps one of the sweetest men you’d ever met. All be it with one of the biggest gambling problems you’d ever seen. But when he was at a table, playing, it was like something switched on. All that assured confidence when he had a good hand or things were just generally swaying in his direction. From the way he spoke to the way he sat, it wasn’t sweet - it was damn near sexy.

What was the phrase... Get you a man who can do both? *** You pulled up outside the house and could instantly tell Gerry was staring at the car in the driveway; "Uuhhhhh...!!!" You shook your head at him, "Pretend you didn't see it...!" you grinned "W-W-Why? It's..." His chuckle was nervous "It's gorgeous." "I know. Why do you think I drive around in this one!" You shook the top of his arm playfully and turned to your cat, "Sookie!" She mewled, jumping onto your lap from the back seat, nuzzling your face playfully. "Okay...Okay... Say goodbye to Gerry too, we've got work to do..." She purred louder as Gerry ran a hand through her fur; "You really are a cat person. Thank God..." "I wasn't lying!" "Why did Curtis not mention this to me...?" "Uh. Probably because it’s not something I mentioned to him." "He's a dog person, right." You opened your car door "Is he?" "Oh yeah." Sookie pushed herself against Gerry’s hand in goodbye, before leaping from the car; "She'll be okay for a while..." "Where are we going?" "That dumb casino around here is open 24 hours. Essentially because there are people that never leave..." You looked across to Gerry "That means we can score twice the amount here. But it's OK, you can take a break. Watching you keeps giving me the itch to play. And as we have a bunch of other things to do..." You gave a shrug "I figure I can help you out a bit. Best night is Friday night though, and tomorrow night is pay day." "...You've thought about this." You gave a cheeky grin; "Yeah. So you can scope the place! See! Gerry! Teamwork!"

He watched you from across the casino. Not only did you have a completely different way of playing than he did. NOW you had a completely different way of playing than you were teaching him. Your strategy reminded him a lot of Curtis when he talked. You’d switched completely from how quiet you’d been a few cities ago. You knew these people, he guessed, they greeted your presence warmly. It was easy for you to switch to something new. He also wondered if it was another confusion tactic; because you still seemed to win nearly every hand. He was only half paying attention to the machines and he almost wanted to join the table if only to get a feel for what you were doing. So he could hear every word you said - he wondered if you even talked like Curtis when you played like this. You were interrupted by someone tapping you on the shoulder and beckoning you away from the table. You nodded and followed him across the bar. Gerry noticed how he tried to inconspicuously point him out. But then made it blatant as you looked across to him, nudged their arm and said something that made both of you laugh. Then as they continued talking your face became serious. You got this look he'd seen before - and if he was close enough he thought he might be able to see the idea sparking in your eyes too. The way you leant into the conversation with interest... The machine he was sitting at beeped - jackpot! - Eh, voila! Just like a rainbow... "What?" "Have you seen this guy? I mean... Careful... He's not one I've seen before." You looked across and Luke scowled like you shouldn't be being so obvious "Gerry?! What, no, he's with me… What, is he watching me!? AM I that interesting!?" "Oh, he's interested in something alright." "Damn. Well what do you think? Am I in with a shot?" Luke’s yeah right laugh made you burst into laughter too. "Anyway. Y/N I didn't call you over just because of this guy... There’s another big game going on." "Like. A game?" "Yes; buy in is a few damn million though. Guys only. That’s your problem." You were beginning to think that might not actually be a problem... "It’s not something that isn’t fixable. When?" "Few weeks. If you want in, I've got a connection." "Well that’s what I like to hear Luke. Sure. I'm in. Winner takes all the buy in?" "Of course. No trace. No questions asked..." He held out his hand; "As whom?" You gave him a wide grin and shook it, as if your male partner was not obvious "Gerry." *** "Aw Geez!" Of all people to be fawning over your cat on your front porch as you drove up; Curtis!? "When the hell did you get back!?" "Aww it's good to see you too, gorgeous!" He wasn't looking at you though, "You changed the damn locks." "Yeah, it's my house. Jackass." You whistled Sookie over "And leave my cat alone!" "Our cat! What the heck are you even doing home!?!" "Fixing your mess!" You jabbed a finger at him, ascending the steps "She has never been YOUR cat." You swiped your card and inserted your key into the lock. "You upgraded security!?" he whined, "You’re still damn beautiful!" "Don't make this weird. I don't let just ANY man into my house." "…And whhhat mess!?" He made a shrug like he didn’t know what you were talking about. "Curtis!?!" "Gerry!?" He turned eyes wide and then turned back to you; "ANY man!?!" "Why don't you get reacquainted. I'm just doing my job..." "I just made a suggestion..." "Yeah, yeah..." You waved a hand "That's always how it starts!" They followed you up the steps into your house. You picked up your post and flicked through; "I swear to god if you sent anything here I'll kill you myself...” "Why would I!?" "You two live together??" Gerry was piecing together the wrong pieces of information. And it clearly left him disappointed… "Curtis doesn't live anywhere." "Why are you always so ANGRY with me!?" You laughed, because he should know the answer. He was always getting you caught up in things like this. Only this time he'd also done it for his own twisted benefit of you literally falling for another hard luck case.

"So, how exactly do you two…?" "He’s my big brother..." No point in hiding that now. "My sister’s always had a thing for the hard luck cases..." If looks could kill. He grinned at you; "That is what this is, right??" "He’s YOUR hard luck case." "Are you the sister that has 3 toes missing?" "He hasn't seen your toes!? Geez, Y/N your are working INCREDIBLY sloooow..." You almost spit your drink out "Oh my god! You TOLD him that crap!!!" You shook your head at Gerry "Not me!! Our other sister... Geez, Curtis she got a look in but I didn't?" "A lot of the time you like to pretend we aren't family...!" You gave Gerry a significant look “Is it any wonder why?" Gerry looked more and more confused by the second at what you and Curtis were suggesting. “Why would I have seen her toes?" You stared at the table in disbelief. Was he that slow? Having said that now Curtis might have an angle on why you were being so slow. "Oh. Knowing my sister, I would have expected you to see a lot more than that." He took a sip of his drink to allow that to sink in. And get a kick out of Gerry’s wide-eyed realisation and you looking like you could throttle him. Curtis was determined to keep pissing you off though; "Am I right though?! She doesn’t even want to be my sibling..." "If we're going down that route Curtis, we are actually half siblings." "Really!!?" Gerry looked between you to try and find significant differences "Yeah. Different moms, same dad. In a bad way." You opened your mouth to argue, Gerry got there first "OH." "Yeah!" "Oh shut up Curtis! He wasn't that bad!" "Cuz he actually stayed with your mom!" "I think grandpa would actually have killed him otherwise." " 'Scuse me. You saw what mine did to my toe!" Ok. Fair enough. Gerry just kept glancing at you both. He was fairly certain now that perhaps you both got your feisty tempers from your father - because in that respect you were exactly the same. "But you two live together, so how'd you meet?" "We both agreed not to tell that. But I found her." You rolled your eyes at him; "Curtis is a drifter remember?" "Kicking me out now?!" "I thought Peru was the dream." "It’s an expression." "AH! So you didn't even like it when you finally got there! Well, you’re not staying here either!!" "Geez what, you’re actually kicking me out!? Is Gerry staying!? I bet he is! Is he in the guest room...? Mine by the way... or in yours!?" "Will you shut your damn mouth!" You smacked his arm. Gerry continued to watch, fascinated. To the point where he realised something and he just started to laugh uncontrollably. Making you both stop your bickering and turn to him; "Okay, what’s so funny?" He stopped, wiping tears from his eyes. Though he still giggled through his sentence. "Nothing... This is just..." He shook his head with a smile "It’s like a double rainbow!" *** You begrudgingly let Curtis kick around for as long as he wanted, and he waved you off for the next part of your adventure. Not before trying to impart some romantic knowledge on you, for which he earned a slap. "We’re switching cars." "Why?" "Cuz, where were going we have to have a certain... something-something we don't have in that..." You waved your hand to the car across the street "I mean. This is sleek and stylish and…" "It’s a sports car." "It’s... well, yeah. OK. But we need something better than that." "I mean there’s nothing wrong with that car." "Gerry. Honey. Not where we're headed." You smiled politely "Please step into someone else's reality...!" "Yours, by the sounds of it..." "Aw, only on special occasions." Sookie was beside you by the time you looked back to call for her. "Okay. Sure, but you gotta continue being super nice to Gerry, OK? Don't let me down." As if to give you an answer she leapt over your seat and onto him. "Huh!" "What?" "She just. She pretty much hates everyone but me and my brother. She tolerates cat people... But you..." You gave a shrug and hopped in yourself "You're something special Gerry. You got a gift!" ***

You decided to join him at a table one final time, allowing yourself to get caught up in the way he played once more. "…Wow maybe chatty works for you. But that was incredible the way you played that table! Man, I wish I could do that!" "You don't even realise do you?" You beamed "Gerry you are doing that! What you just did was great!! That's what I want! For you to feel it naturally! You don't even have to know you're doing it. Second nature. Easy..." you were glowing just by the way he was looking at you, "...I guess I could have won but... With the way you played that would have been unfair." "It would have been good competition!" "No! I like this confidence! The player it's turning you into... You are more than ready for what I've got planned. He's incredible. Don't change him. The outlook or the attitude. It suits your play style. Keep up the good work!" *** He watched you calculate it all quickly in your head and place the final two ticks against his list. "We’re done!?" he said it with a joyous laugh "We did it!! We're really done!!!" You tapped your pen against the paper and shook your head "Nope." His mood instantly fell "What!?! But the list--!? We’re done! We’ve finished the list!!" "We're not done. We have one more stop..." He put his head in his hands and leant against the car door "I have to do this again!?" "Now you've paid everyone back, with sufficient interest..." your smile was significant; "You’ve got this down." He breathed out with a murmur; "I thought I was done." "So, you can't handle one more...?" He made a face "Just one?" It was still impossible for him to resist the pull of a table. You'd work on it. "Just one. And never again..." He nodded and you knew how much he was resisting 'well maybe not never' coming out of his mouth. You turned the key in the ignition and tapped your sat nav, handing him another piece of paper "Now be the sweetheart I know you are and type this in." "...Sure!" You got why Curtis had put you together. Because it didn't make sense, which is why it made perfect sense...

"Tell me everything I need to know..." You noticed him tapping his fingers to the beat of your road trip playlist and studying the scenery. You couldn’t help your smirk. "The buy in isn't even worth thinking about. It's crazy. I've covered it. But under your name. Because under no circumstances are women allowed to play these tables..." you took a deep breath; "One small acting favour from you..." "Mm hmm?" "You need to pretend like this is what you do. Like this is your life." "This... Is my life." there was more sadness in that sentence than he let on. You shook your head "Not what I meant. You need to act like you do this on a daily basis. Like you flew in on a private jet just for this game, and you're gonna fly back out tomorrow to your private island. Like the buy in was pocket change, but y’know, enough to get you excited for the game. And you're gonna have to drive this car.” "... What kind of buy in!?" " I'm not disclosing that and neither should you ask... Don't say anything. Just... This is your life, you got me. " He nodded “Okay.” But you needed to hear something else “Tell me you understand." He looked back, blue eyes on yours; "I understand."

** "So... Now what..." He turned back to you as you let him into the hotel room. "You’re gonna do whatever you do to get in the zone. I'm going to put the finishing touches together..." "What do I wear!?" "I got you covered. Gerry, honey, I don't want you to worry about nothin' but the people on the table and the cards in your hand. OK?" "Okay..." You felt leaving him might allow Gerry to unwind with his own thoughts, instead of have him stressing. You spent a couple of hours banking his wins and sending checks to the last few people he owed. Picking up his suit, your dress... And a bottle. When you got back, he was reading the invitation for the event over and over. If he was freaking out about it, it was not showing on his face. You placed the bottle of Woodford triumphantly in front of him. "Curtis only introduces people he really likes to his favourite drink, you know...! It has a heck of a kick. But I think you'll need a kick tonight!" "You're not kidding..." He looked up at you; "Oh! What!" You held out the suit; white. Pristine. With softer lines to suit Gerry... You had an eye for designer and he had to look like he was wearing it. Not the other way around. Like he wore a new one every day... "When I told you Curtis told me everything..." "He literally told you everything..." He stood and took the carrier from you. “Wow... This is..." "Expensive. But it'll suit you..." "What about you..?" You tipped your head with a mysterious smile, "White suit. Black dress. We will make quite the couple..."

Indeed you did. A few glasses of Woodford down and you sitting across from him, it was like Gerry was a whole new man. If he was playing into it, he was going to do incredibly well.

***

“Just do me one favour…” “What?” You handed him a slip of paper “Whatever you do with this money. Put some of it in here.” “What is it…?” He took it from you delicately You smiled “It’s a trust fund. And it’s gonna REALLY help.” There was a silence for a moment as he attempted to thank you and you stopped him, it was fine. It was to make sure he really did what he was telling you he was going to do… "One more thing." He turned to you, because that was your game voice, as he was about to step out of the car. Keys to a valet?, yeah this was way above his usual gamble grade. "Huh?" "However anyone looks at me, whatever anyone says to you about me... Ignore it." That left him with a whole bunch of questions and slight panic that he didn't have time to ask, or you to answer, as you both stepped out of the car. He handed his keys to the valet and let you link your arm through his. "What do you mean?" "And don't talk to me either... " "That's going to make for quite the evening..." "This isn't about being here as friends Gerry. Or about being here together. This is about you being able to afford me." "What!?" Though you held your silence. Again that left him with a bunch more questions. He had a feeling he might figure it out... But wasn't sure he wanted to. He handed over the invitation at the door; security whispered to each other and nodded. But they did not escort the two of you to the main casino. At this point Gerry stopped having questions he knew he wasn’t about to get answers to, and decided to simply roll with it. You'd told him to act like he did this every other weekend so he would do exactly that. Who needed regular casino tables anyway, right? “Why are they all looking at me...?” It was the one question he needed to ask. If they knew then the game was up, after all... It also allowed him to lean in closer to you, which was also an assured part of the game. “They aren’t looking at you...” So you were known here? And by the looks of it in a big way. Were you an escort? Once? Were you still!?

He wasn’t sure he liked the implications of this, he was worried about you. “You sure it’s a good idea for you to be-” You squeezed his arm gently to shut him up “If I’m here with you, looking like this, then yes.” He took a deep breath and you pulled yourself closer to him “God, Gerry! I’m so sorry that didn’t help!” You had to confess. You felt like you HAD to tell him. He stopped you. Hand over yours. “You don’t need to tell me anything. I figured it out.” And he had. Gerry was never lying when he said he was good at reading people. You’d likely been an escort for men like this at games like this – maybe more… He didn’t like to think on that too much. Passed around like you were the game they were playing. That kinda made him angry… sick… feel a whole lot of pity for you. He wanted to win this game for you, too. And you’d actually got out; probably played your way to freedom. Though Curtis has said he had found you, Gerry wondered if he might have something to do with it. “...What are we really doing here Y/N?” You looked to him; sincere “Freeing you.” He tipped his head, and the smile showed he knew you were here for something else entirely. You gave small shrug and mirrored his smile; “Let’s just call it payback...” He held out his hand for you “Now I know what I’m playing for...” He confidently flashed another brilliant smile; “There’s no way I can lose!” “Play this game like it’s the last game you’ll ever play.” “It COULD be the last game I ever play.” His seriousness hit you hard and made you emotional. Finally, he could see the emotion on your face, in your smile – in those gorgeous eyes of yours. “Just play it your best. You got this Gerry… You’re the only one who’s got this.” *** He had played his part flawlessly. But more than that, Gerry had played the GAME flawlessly. He called. There was absolutely no way, with you here, with the way he had played - that you had helped him to play - even with every single other player having all the luck in the world that he was about to lose this. None. He held his hand out behind him, and you realised that he was asking if he could hold yours. He was too confident in this... You placed your hand in his and he grasped you gently. You were too confident in him too. Everyone around the table revealed their hands, one by one. All pretty good. All the kind of hands that would win a game. Even a game that, for him, had really been this difficult. But Gerry had played like a pro. Like he was elite. Like he was one of them. He flipped his hand and he lent back, relaxed. They all stated at his cards in disbelief. How!?! How did this newbie to this table come out of nowhere and win? You were equally if not more surprised. He's done it. Gerry had actually done it!!!

He rose, calm with a small smile. And his voice was quiet, soft almost "I guess I win. Gentlemen." he gave the signal to cash out and stepped back, your hand still in his he turned to you, his smile was confident and you couldn't tell if he was still acting or not. He must have been - how could he be this calm over the amount of money he had just won!?! "What do you say, we get our money and ditch this place, huh?" This was a revenge game for everything you’d been put though. And he’d just up and won it.

***

It wasn’t ever really meant to come out the way it did. But the high from what he has just achieved had the both of you nearly in tears laughing, as you got back in your car. “Oh-! Gerry---! I love you!” For him it was out of the blue, you’d never indicated that it was a phrase you knew. With your background that was hardly surprising. But, he caught on to exactly what Curtis had said before and it hit him hard enough to sober him up. “Do you really mean it?” And then it hit you; because everything about him was serious. You looked back to him, letting yourself regain your breath before you answered. Did you say it because of the moment? Because of what you’d done? Or did you say it because you really DID love him? “…Yeah… I guess… I could really love you…” Gerry just smiled, he didn’t say anything, he didn’t push it further “Well, Alright…” But it was one hell of a smile. Gerry knew he was prepared to wait for you to make that happen. He was decisive enough in your answer to take your hand; “Where to? We could go anywhere. You and I. Right now.” It made you think for a minute, and suddenly smile at the realisation that you were both free. That you and he aren’t ever going back. You entwined your fingers with his; “To the Next Great Adventure!”

GIF CREDIT @ben-mendelsohn-trash and @benmendo as always ❤

This could have been split into like 3 different parts. But I just kinda wanted it to be one long thing! I mean, I’m right right, he’s got two personalities, right? #ThePlayer’ and then #SoftGerry...

#Gerry #Gerry x Reader #Mississippi Grind #Ben Mendelsohn #Linzi Writes #I have questions for myself on this one...!#Unsure on if this relationship is healthy?#She'll get him to some addiction clinic. I think.#She's got him on the right track #I believe in her #I believe in THEM.#The one thing I didn't manage to get in here was knuckle rolling a gambling chip. That is Sexy shit. It just didn't seem to fit anywhere.#And it doesn't seem to fit Gerry either #So now I need to find a Mendo to give a scene to specifically to write that #OH! Shit I forgot! There's that strange Gambling bit in Robin Hood. DAMN! I could put it there #I'm sorry I made you read a bunch of tags about moving gambling chips. But its damn HOT.#Gerry he just doesn't... I just don't... Know?#How I feel about him. TBH.#WHAT I LOVE IS I BASICALLY GOT MY DUMB HEIST PLOT INTO THIS!!#22

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