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sorry not sorry <3
i’ve been working on eyes + faces recently and thought “oh what if i make some teary-eyed s2 e6 ineffable husbands angst” so here ya go
Lecoq!!!!
Source (Season 2 - May 29th 2024)
sambaschutte: To those wondering why Roach is suddenly blind and wet during Calypso’s birthday and it never being explained (which is hilarious), here’s why: bobbing for plums in a tub full of cheap rum🌺☠️🏴☠️ Overacting brought to you courtesy of the Lecoq Acting School of Physical Comedy🤣
These scenes hit me hard becoz 1. Baby Nacho’s face looks scared, like, look at his troubled face 🥺 & 2. I was hoping Courageous Pa Pa (Mike) doesn’t shoot Nacho.
My mind was literally speaking out:
DON’T…SHOOT….NACHO
DON’T…SHOOT….NACHO
Plz, Don’t shoot Nacho🥺
Sense8: Cinematography appreciation post
BRIDGERTON | SEASON 2 (2022)
Two almost-kisses and the real one.
The Family (Blindspot post-s2 fic)
A/N: I wrote something again! I've been marinating for weeks on the idea of trying to write something less angsty, without the foggiest notion what it might be. Happily this arrived just in time for the new year. Is this what you'd call fluff?
Set broadly between the second last scene of 2x22 and the first scene of 3x01. Jane-centric but there's Jeller and Allie and Conor in there too. Happy new year folks :)
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Jane didn’t know much about family. Her team was the closest thing she could ever remember having to one, but everything that happened after Mayfair, after the CIA, even in the weeks after her return seemed to suggest that family was fickle, fleeting. Then she met her real family, a brother she was bound to by history and by blood, and through good and bad she thought she’d begun to understand, especially when he'd stood up to their so-called mother. But then that same brother joined that same so-called mother in trying to murder millions of people, and they never got a chance to find out if blood could love strongly enough to forgive each other's mistakes. (Hers was a very grave mistake. He was right to feel betrayed, although it didn’t excuse the attempted mass murder.)
And then Kurt said those three words, and a day or two later she said four back, and a new and puzzling sort of belonging began to unfold.
She worried that they were moving too quickly; it was Allie who told her to get over it. “Kurt said the same thing a few weeks ago,” she said, and smiled a little at the poorly-hidden anxiety that ghosted over Jane’s face. (It was not unlike the look he’d worn.) “I think he was afraid of scaring you off,” she offered as reassurance. “But I’ll tell you what I told him: you guys have danced around each other and put this off through so much, you have a lot of time to make up for. You two are great together, don’t overthink it.”
In the final weeks as Allie’s due date approached, they were already engaged. The trip to Venice had come together surprisingly last-minute; a break for the two of them ahead of his impending fatherhood, because who knew when he’d be able to get away again? She wasn’t expecting his proposal, and truth be told she wasn’t sure he was expecting it just then, either. But something about the city and the night air and the lights provided just the right kind of magic, and before she knew what was happening, the hand that held hers was tugging her to a halt and he was asking the question. There wasn’t time for a ring, but what would she have done with one anyway? Everything she needed was already holding her hand. (He would later admit that he had felt bad when she declined his offer to go shopping, but that he had also kind of adored the little furrow in her brow when she resolutely asserted that the traditional two-rings style would only have been a hindrance, because how was she supposed to punch anyone with a diamond on?)
By the time the call came that Allie had gone into labour nearly a week early, and two days ahead of his scheduled departure to Colorado, there hadn’t been a question. (At least not in his mind.) His face was a frantic mix of emotions as he stuttered something about go-bags and airports, and she placed her hand on his forearm and stood herself in front of him until he met her eyes long enough to take a few deep breaths, at which point his expression melted into a warm but nervous smile. “I’ll call the airline, and work,” he said, “you drive.” She was hard pressed to keep her eyes on the road when she heard him say, “Two tickets,” and “Yes, she’ll need the time off too.”
If three’s a crowd then four was a throng. And so she found herself in a waiting room, sitting nervously beside Conor as they, well, waited. She’d only met Conor a few times before, and her impression had always been of someone a bit stoic. A man of not-too-many words – not unlike Kurt, she mused – but perhaps less commanding, and she had a sense that he was simply reserved rather than walled-in the way Kurt was. (The way he was to everyone but her, of course.) But as they sat in the waiting room together, he engaged her in easy conversation, less about what was going on down the hall and more about general topics – his own family, his and Allie’s work, life in Denver, places that she and Kurt should see, and that maybe they should go together. It was an excellent distraction, and it made her feel welcome.
When the nurse came to tell them they were being asked for, he nervously rubbed his palms on his knees as they both stood, and they exchanged a look that was both reassuring and seeking reassurance. They walked down the corridor side by side, but as they arrived at the room the nurse had indicated, her steps slowed and she stopped in the doorway behind him. Kurt was half-seated on the edge of the bed, his left leg tucked up in front of him, left arm around Allie’s shoulders, and his right hand placed gently on the baby in her arms. A rush of a million emotions flooded Jane’s body at the sight, too many to name. (But among them, she was absolutely certain, were both joy and deep-seated fear – which was really saying something.)
The subtle shift in Kurt’s face when he saw her standing there – it was impossible that he could look any happier or more lovestruck, and yet somehow, he did – told her everything she needed to know about what he wanted for his family. Of course she needed to be there, for him; he truly wouldn’t have wanted, nor stood for it being any other way. And so she was here, the fifth person in the room. (Even if she did feel a little more like a fifth wheel.)
When Allie called her over and asked if she’d like to hold the baby – Conor was right there; she wanted Jane to go first? – her nerves returned and gripped her so solidly that she was surprised to find her feet carrying her forward of their own accord. She stepped hesitantly up beside Kurt, unsure of what to do with her hands as he gently accepted his daughter from Allie and slid forward until his other foot hit the floor. He placed the tiny bundle in Jane’s arms – how could a human be this small? – and stroked the little pink forehead with one finger while his right arm came around her waist. She was sure the little one would start screaming the moment he passed her over – she was a stranger, after all, and can't newborns tell? – but when the fat little face just scrunched up for a moment then relaxed with the biggest yawn and the tiniest sigh, everything changed. Jane didn’t think she’d ever felt bigger or smaller than she did at that moment, and when she looked up at her fiancé in wonder, she could swear his face would split open if he smiled any harder. She found herself misty-eyed, and utterly at a loss for words.
She looked down again at her future step-daughter’s face, and then around at each of the others in the room, almost as overwhelmed at their expressions as she was by the little girl herself. Conor had mirrored Kurt's earlier position on the opposite side of the bed, his arm around Allie’s shoulders, a warm and genuine smile on his face and an encouraging nod in her direction as he watched her cradling the sleepy infant. Allie looked exhausted but she glowed, all pride and love and welcome, and seemed just as gratified and truly happy to see Jane holding her child as she had looked when she was passing the baby to Kurt. And Kurt, he was misty-eyed himself, beaming down at both of them, the two greatest loves of his life. She was supposed to be there, of course she was. And then she found her words.
“Hello, little one,” she murmured with a smile, “welcome to the family.”
HELAENA + the boy
ANNE WITH AN E (2017 - 2019) | s02 ep06 ‘I PROTEST AGAINST ANY ABSOLUTE CONCLUSION’
F•R•I•E•N•D•S, The One with Phoebe’s Dad (S02E09)
Does Rhett's Buddy System S2 mug exist and if so where because I want it?
I know it looks weird but I love mugs and I need another one and this is it so help a person out y'all 😭❤
The price of the small pleasures
Alanna's character feels like a needed contrast that helps shape the perception of Moiraine's character. There is this whole episode where it's all about family and home. Alanna comes back home with a huge family, the kids are having fun, laughing, and playing with her Warders, it's warm, sunny, and cozy, a beautiful nature around, with lots of food as usual. Alanna is open, speaking with everyone, and making jokes. Life is good and people seem happy. Alanna is never alone and it looks like she is often home, where she is accepted and loved. And then there is Moiraine. Oh, boy... It's almost hilarious if it wasn't so fucking depressing.
This one comes back to her huge house, dark and gloomy even during the day, and revisits her memories, but it doesn't seem happy. It looks like a museum of someone long dead. Her things are covered, someone is keeping her room, all her things, but she is never home. She barely says two words to her sister and immediately they have a fight. And I get it - Moiraine is not exactly pleasant in her behaviour, even though she has her reasons. But she refuses tea. TEA! Alanna is cooking, having full meals, and enjoying life, and Moiraine refuses even that small pleasure. And tea is one of the few things Moiraine loves. It's almost as if she deprives herself of every pleasure. And it's not like she can't spend 20 minutes with her sister and say at least a few nice words.
Moiraine doesn't eat. They make a point with that one. We never see her eat. Lan eats, Nynaeve eats, Alanna( almost all the time - she is green, after all), her warders, Lan, Thomas, Verin, and Adeleas is all about LET ME enjoy my meal and wine ( half of the time she is completely out and doesn't know what happens around her and the rest of the time she is horny (now that is not exactly true, but that is for later). Perin even eats. Egwene drinks with Elayne. Everyone at some point is shown to eat. Never Moiraine.
Food is not just necessary for survival. Food is also a pleasure. It should be a pleasure if done correctly. Meals also mean connection with other people. If and when Moiraine ever eats, she eats alone. She refuses to join the others in Verin's house, her sister, and she refuses the sandwiches of her nephew. They make yet another point of showing how isolated she is, even from people, who genuinely care about her.
The first time her sister is actually nice to her, her first reaction is to get defensive and snarky and, after a couple more words, Moiraine literally crumbles and starts to cry. This is the first time in months, after The Eye she shows emotion in front of someone. And it's almost forced, she is exhausted, and hasn't slept in... a while and someone basically reads her and finds exactly her weakness and confronts her about it. That is just for a moment and she composes herself immediately. Seconds later she gets help and she shows emotion again. It sort of seems like showing vulnerability and weakness, and asking for help is something that she has no right to do, or... I don't know.
The one time we saw her doing some for her own pleasure was Tar Valon. The tea and the spa. And Siuan. And this was it. Now it sort of feels like she is avoiding that on purpose. Either she thinks she doesn't deserve it or thinks that this is a distraction.
Her baths in Verin's house are more self-punishment than pleasure. She doesn't have to carry water alone, but she does it anyway. And something tells me that this well is probably not the only one around that house. Both women are Aes Sedai, which means they can use The One Power for ... a lot of things. They have a garden and a bunch of flowers in the house, that look pretty fresh and green for the Mediterranean climate, considering the grass around is dry. Usually, every house has a well or some source of water close by. Yet, milady goes to a well, that is so far from the house, that is practically useless. Good luck bringing enough water from there for all the needs in this house, but anyway. Even with nothing to carry, in this heat, a walk like that is, to put it mildly very unpleasant. With something that heavy to carry up that hill... I don't know.
The other thing is - small pleasures are distractions. The only time she actually sits in the company of the others in S2 is when they are on their way to Tar Valon. And that is because she doesn't have a choice. And something happens there, that I think she thinks is a mistake. A moment of distraction, a small weakness, that threatens to ruin her plan. She is having a conversation. That scene is brilliant! Subtle, well-written, and perfect and I watched it like probably 30 times so far but I was focused on the wrong thing. The night when Lan and Moiraine travel to Tar Valon, everyone is around the campfire. Moiraine is again standing at a distance, isolated from everyone else until Verin goes to her, reveals what she knows and basically tells her "You know what I am not promising anything, you just have to trust me." They cut to other things and when are back again Moiraine folds and decides to sit with them. What could go wrong? Adeleas is drunk again, floating on a pink cloud, imagining romantic stories, speaking of sex life, and trying to make Lan talk. She asks how Lan and Moiraine met. What follows in uncomfortable silence! None of them speaks, Lan seems uneasy, and Moiraine glares annoyed. She continues to avoid his eyes. Verin tries to help, by saying that it's late and they have to go to bed. Adeleas ignores her, in her drunken haze and blabbing some imagined overly sexualized story, which gets on Moiraine's nerves. She quickly interrupts Adeleas's idiotic monologue with the true story of their first meeting. Whether it is because she is already annoyed with Adeleas' behaviour toward Lan, or wants to save him from an uncomfortable moment, is irrelevant. Lan is surprised. Moiraine speaks! But what was meant to be just a way to make Adeleas shut up, turns into a sweet moment. Because this memory is precious for both of them. Lan smiles and joins the explanation, they look at each other, and she smiles too throughout the whole time she tells the story. It turns into a banter between two very close people. Bond, no Bond, at this moment it doesn't matter - they are in synch again. This is beyond sweet. They joke! hell, Moiraine jokes! This is what they look like. This is them. For one very small moment. Everyone laughs. And then, all of a sudden, with a serious voice, a laser-sharp focus, and a very sober-looking expression, Adeleas says her great line. "And that's when you knew. Any old Warder can save you from Trollocks, that right one can save you from yourself." Adeleas wasn't drunk at all. You can pretend to be drunk when you are sober, you can't act sober when you are drunk. It was a setup for Moiraine, to open up, to speak, and she knew exactly how to make her drop her defenses and finally speak to him. An attempt to make her get close to Lan again maybe? Lan was happy for sure. Moiraine though... is on the verge of tears.
She knows what her goal is with him. She knows what the plan is and that little moment was a failure. The small pleasure of this moment would probably cost her. In order for her plan to work, she has to be awful to Lan. One small distraction, and she falls back into her normal self. A tiny moment of happiness, a shared memory, and the old, cold, and sour Aes Sedai is a normal woman with feelings. The danger - Lan sees through her and never wants to leave her side which eventually will lead to his death. That's how much a moment of weakness might cost.
protective jarvis is so scary yet amazing at the same time