Cold, standoffish, rude to her daughter, judgmental.
Wonderfully three-dimensional mom, wife and grandmother. Delightful fave. Classy as hell/a vicious trollop. ;)
Ooh, hard. I love when she stands up to Christopher and kicks him out of the house, despite a lifetime of fights about Emily thinking they belong together–because her daughter’s in gut-wrenching pain right in front of her, and she loves her more than all that, when it comes down to it. That’s a great moment, as is Emily making her terrible toast, and lecturing on whale-killing.
Idea for a story:
Emily with baby Lorelai, before she was old enough for all the fighting and ‘why doesn’t my daughter want this life I love’. A young Gilmores fic where they’re a family and the rift doesn’t exist yet.
I wish she’d had a different ending? I felt like a lot of the little moments in AYITL were OOC for her, though off the top of my head I can’t list them. I just know that while watching it, her character felt the most like she’d veered OOC and not in a way that could be explained by grief or moving on–just in a way that was bizarre.
Obviously I love her with Richard, but my fave dynamic is actually her and Lorelai. I read a meta years ago that claimed they’re the real Gilmore Girls, and I’ve agreed ever since–their relationship is so fraught and complex and sincerely emotional. The actresses are amazing, there’s always two sides to every argument they have, and it’s clear they love each other so much, even/especially when they can’t stand each other. They can’t see how alike they are, and it’s heartbreaking because if they were just able to accept their differences, communicate better, and let go of the past, they could have an amazing bond.
Emily started travelling more after Rory’s graduation, and met her on the campaign trail when she had free moments for a lunch or a coffee. She sent romantic postcards home to Richard from every city, reminding him of their first years together. Every time she returned, she brought him a souvenir; they became more whimsical the more she traveled. Richard said that her granddaughter must be starting to rub off on her. She just laughed and kissed him on the cheek.
Can I talk about how much I appreciate Talks Machina and Brian Wayne Foster? Welp, I’m going to anyway.
I love Talks Machina because it provides such a pure interaction between fans and the cast. It also allows fans to see the cast more as the people they are. Because everyone is so good at the roleplay within Critical Role, sometimes it’s hard to differentiate. But I love Talks Machina, we get to watch the cast be as unabashedly nerdy about Critical Role as we are and also be the friends that they are for an hour every Tuesday. It’s awesome and I love it. Also it highlights other people like CritRoleStats and peeps. Also more critrole content is awesome. Especially with an awesome host.
And that brings me to the host Brian Wayne Foster.
We all know it’s fun to shit on Brian for funsies, Brian encourages it. But Brian also brought us a bridge between cast and fan. Cause Brian is just as much as a fan as we are. Brian likes knowing weird meta as much as we do. Brian has as much appreciation for art and gifs as we do. Also personally Brian is fucking hilarious. I dont know what the point I’m trying to make is exactly but basically i love everything Talks Machina adds to the Crittersphere
Also cause Brian apparently reads tumblr sometimes so
Brian you’re pretty excellent and smell like cabbage.
tldr: Brian Wayne Foster and Talks Machina are excellent.
I'd meant to ask this yesterday for tmi tuesday but was too late. Who are ur top 3 crushes in the hp fandom? (like other writers, rpers, artists, etc?)
I’ll go with RPers because they put themselves out there more often than writers or artists (and are—hopefully—less likely to be weirded out by my mad love for them). In no particular order:
- My adoration for TT @asktheboywholived is well known by now. I just want to sit in the same room and soak up their residual happiness. Have you ever just known someone who makes you happy by just being around them? That’s how I feel when seeing TT’s gifs. (See? Sexy Marauders had almost nothing to do with it.)
- I genuinely think that Tara @captofthesswolfstar is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, but my crush on her is less romantic and more a platonic “you are a beautiful kitten that I want to adopt and protect forever and ever” kind of way. Hopefully that’s not insulting.
- Laura. @gentlect. I mean … c’mon, people. Are there still humans in existence who aren’t madly in love with her? Half the time I don’t know if I want to BE her or snuggle her. Either way, I want her power.
Characters: Dean, Reader, Sam, Jess, Ellen, Jo, Cas, Benny, Lisa, Garth, Charlie and Bobby.
Pairing: Dean x Reader
Warnings: Character death, descriptions of death, gory stuff, suicide, talks of a miscarriage and swearing. This is angst af. Sorry.
Summary: This is an AU. The world is ending, and the crew are the only people left, that they know off. It takes one bite from a flesh eater for a person to turn. The crew only have each other, a certain death tips the brothers over the edge and this leads to chaos and death.
A/N: This is for @chaos-and-the-calm67 (Bev)’s Milestone Challenge, Congrats! Your work is super awesome and you deserve every single follower! I chose the song ‘when the levee breaks’ by Led Zeppelin. You like let me know, because I love feedback sm. Have an awesome Tuesday!
Thank you guys so much for all the love on chapter one, you guys are awesome! stay sweet.
Tuesday, 8:00 pm.
It’s been three days, and Sherlock was still puzzled over the letter on the wall and the reaction of Lestrade’s niece. He remained in his flat, pondering over things. The killer hasn’t showed, so so far, no new murders. He has his homeless network keeping an eye on Y/n’s whereabouts and who she’s come in contact with for the past few days. She’s connect to this, a big piece of the puzzle, but Sherlock just doesn’t know where she fits. He was sitting in his arm chair, his phone in hand, waiting for a text. John was sitting in his chair with his laptop, trying to find details on Tyler Olson’s records. So far what they know, He was American, and moved to England to attend Cambridge. And that’s mostly it, they’ve got in contact with his parents, and his ex wife to see if they knew anything about anyone who’d have the ambition to kill him, or a reason. But so far, dirt. “Ah finally.” Sherlock says, looking to his phone as it buzzed.
Found her Mr. Holmes She’s up in Lambeth
Sherlock jumps out of his chair with a new found excitement. Causing John to raise an eyebrow at him, “What?” he asks, watching his friend carefully, as he moves around the flat, a rare smile on his face. “Found something about the case?” Watson questions, “Yes,” Sherlock says absently, “I have someone to monitor, you stay here and find out what you can about Tyler.” Sherlock was already grabbing his coat and scarf saying this, nodding at John before slipping out of the flat. Hailing a cab once outside, he gets in and tells the cabbie address. It didn’t take long for Sherlock to reach his destination, he comes out the cab, immediately spotting the girl, in a restaurant on the street over. She’s not dressed for a date, she was casually dressed. So, it’s quite possible she is meeting an old friend. Sherlock watches discreetly from the inside of a tea shop, as a woman approaches Lestrade’s niece. She had red hair, whom he has seen a few times on many crime scenes working with Sally, Sarah her name is. Not much time later, the two exit the restaurant, and walks up the street. Sherlock following closely behind, managing to take a picture of them, and then his phone rings. “Not now Lestrade. I’m busy.” he says, not taking his eyes of the girls. “We got another one.”
“Who was she?” Sherlock asks, walking into the flat of the victim, John who he texted a while ago trailed behind him. “Name was Kate Francis according to her ID. She just started teaching up at Cambridge.” Lestrade says, Sherlock stoops down to where the dark haired woman laid, she died the exact same way that Olson did, and there’s the letter. A large F was sprayed on the wall over her head, with a red line through it. Whoever’s doing this, they’re crossing people out. That much is clear. But what’s the connection between this woman and Tyler Olson? “What subject was she to teach?” Sherlock asks, looking up at Lestrade briefly, “Is that important?” “Yes.” “Uh. The sciences I think.” Sherlock hums thoughtfully, “Interesting.” he mutters.
When John and Sherlock get back to 221B, Sherlock immediately walks over to the wall where he had his leads pinned up. John looks at the pictures on the wall, “Is that Greg’s niece?” he asks, “Who?” Sherlock looks over his shoulder confused and John rolls his eyes, “Lestrade.”
"You think she has something to do with the case. Is she the one you said you had to monitor?” Sherlock sighs, running a hand through his hair as he stares at her picture. He’s still trying to figure that part out, but even if he did. What’s the connection? “Tyler Olson and Kate Francis both attended Cambridge. They both took the same science courses.” “Yeah, so?” John questions from where he sat in his arm chair, looking at him quizzically. “There must be a connection.” the detective turns, and again heads out of the flat. __________
“Do you know what this means?” Sarah asks, walking next to Y/n, stopping her with her hand. And Y/n sighs heavily, “Yes I know what this means.” she says, closing her eyes for a second. “I don’t think you do. Y/n, two of our friends are dead. That means, one of us could be next. You’re on suspension right? Dig around.” She was walking her home, making sure she gets there safely and unharmed. To anyone else, the two of them have never met, the didn’t know each other, had no background whatsoever. And they have their reasons, but they are very close friends, top close. “If you’re suggesting that I go see Holmes.” “I’m just trying to save both our asses here.” the red head argues rolling her green eyes. The two girls stop outside Sarah’s house, Y/n didn’t want to leave her alone, but the girl can handle herself just fine, she is on the force. “You call me when you get home okay?” Sarah says, pulling her into a hug, Y/n nods, muttering, “If I get home.” “It’s not funny.” Sarah says sounding irritated that her friend would make a joke out of this serious situation. “Who’s laughing?” Y/n shrugs, smiling at Sarah, after she promises to call, and making sure that Sarah got inside, she walks back the way she came. Since it’s late, she’d have to walk a bit before she can hail a cab. She has no problem walking in the dark, it’s just a bit unnerving when someone’s out to kill you. She was about to cross the street when a voice stops her, “Spare some change miss?” she turns and sees someone sitting on the floor, a homeless man covered by a tattered cloth. “Uh, yeah. Sure, let me just get it yeah?” she reaches into her pocket and pulls out the spare change she had, reaching down to put it into the can the man was holding out to her, she drops the money in, but he grabs her hand. Startled she tries to pull away, and the man gets up, “Well well, Mr Holmes. If you wanted my number, you could’ve asked.” Y/n says, smirking as Sherlock removes the cloth from around him, dropping it on the ground, “What are you doing up here in Lambeth?” “Getting spare change. Obviously.” He shakes the can in her face, the change he’d collected over the hour dancing around in it. “Why are you following me? I can have you arrested for stalking.” she says, smirking still and Sherlock raises an eyebrow. “I need answers.” He says, and Y/n blinks, her smirk dropping ever so slightly, “I’m afraid I can’t give them to you.” She says, pulling her hand from his, and he furrows his eyebrows. “And why not? You know what’s going on, I know you do. What’s it going to take for you to tell me?” “You’re asking questions for answers I don’t want to give. You’re Sherlock Holmes, just solve the case.”
In retrospect I realize that the subject line above makes it look like I’m there. I’m not.
However, I HAVE sifted through all the fan photos etc. which are super adorable… like really, how are all of you so cute?! Like I know you, dear follower reading this are thinking: “she’s not talking about me, I wasn’t at awesome con, and I am not cute.” but just going through the pictures and using that as a general sample of DT fan cuteness, I can conclude that the fandom at large is easily 95-98% adorable. Thusly, you, dear follower, by sheer statistical fact, have a cuteness factor in the high 90′s, which is at least 40% cuter than the average scummy human out there. Congratulations!… But anyway, I digress…
Aside from your cuteness I was struck by a few things.
Firstly, and most importantly I can’t believe how much hands on groping people get to do when they pose for pictures with DT. I mean, call me a pervert (fair) but there’s an impressive amount of square inchage pressed all up on DT loveliness.
Pretty much everyone doesn’t seem to be checking out his arse, or flipping his collar to read the labels on his clothes, and if you doubted my assertion that I am not in fact at Awesome Con, that should be all the proof you need.
He apparently talks about his ratty sneakers, I’ll be looking for more details in that.
He also wears his blue zip up jacket (I love that jacket on him) which I’ve been trying to identify for a while with no luck. There’s a con question for you all!
His hair IMO is A+++
I’ll get to those socks, likely in another post after Tuesday (I’m about to head out camping for two nights). Although if people want to flood my inbox with observations and identifications that’s fine too. :)
A LOT of the photos from the con are pretty crotchtastic. I’m just saying, those black denims are noice!
Ok I’m going to stop, these observations are really crossing the line into stalkerville and I’m a happily married woman.
Anyway, Love to you all and more thoughts on Tuesday!