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Reveling in Richonne

#90: The “Few More Days” (7x12)

Y’all we’ve arrived at the final Richonne moment of 7x12! 🎉And it is an adorably perfect moment if I do say so myself. 😊

So the Trash Lady clearly folds and gets in formation once Rick lays out the deal of their negotiation. You can tell that Rick is still super annoyed and frustrated that these Garbage Patch Kids are so difficult and I love that Michonne sees that he’s upset and she makes her way over to him.

Like this is a wife that is so in tune with her man and knows exactly how to comfort him and reach him for whatever occasion.

And so they stand in front of each other, all up close and personal as usual. Like for real they are standing super close in this public place and I love it cuz it just further proves that these two are 100% magnets. 👌🏽

And, looking all glowy and peaceful, Michonne tells him “You get a few more days, before what happens next.” I’ve mentioned it before, but I have to say it again; I really do adore the tone of the way these two talk to each other. 😍

Like she’s just so uplifting and gentle with him in this moment and again she’s saying his words back to him with the whole “what happens next” and “few more days” cuz she knows that’s what he’s been wanting. 

It’s also cute that she tells him you get a few more days cuz you know she means “a few more days out there with me” lol. And Rick also knows this and he proceeds to have the cutest dang reaction. 😋

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Like he really hears her out and then legitimately visibly perks up upon realizing this means they get more time together.

It’s adorable the way he curiously and happily says, “Few more days?” Like y'all this man was super annoyed just seconds ago and now his entire demeanor has changed and he’s practically cheery. 😊

And Homeboy low key looks entranced too lol. Cuz they were already standing super close and then he steps even closer to her. Like all of a sudden no one else was even there anymore, it was just the two of them.

Hearing that he gets a few more days to just be with her is music to his ears. And it’s clear this woman holds the keys to his heart, y'all.

Plus, it’s cute that the writers do this cuz, throughout the whole episode, Rick consistently wanted a few more days and so it’s nice that they end with him getting what he wanted from the beginning. Like it feels full circle. And we actually get a rare TWD happy ending. 🙌🏾

And I love that Michonne one; knew how to lift Rick’s spirits in this moment two; put a positive spin on this frustrating gun situation by reminding Rick this means a few more days to just live and three; when Michonne then replies, “That’s right. We’ll find more, figure it out. Soon. In a few more days.” It shows how she’s evolved too.

That talk with Rick in the van has opened her own eyes to know that time is limited and so you can see that she too is excited for and plans to cherish these few more days they get. 

Originally, she was so ready to just get this fight started and over with but now she’s okay with the fight being put off for a little bit. This lets us know she’s come to terms with how short life can be and so she’s ready to make the most of their time as well. They’re fully on the same page once again. 👌🏽

And it’s sweet how positive her words are too. Like she really is Rick’s cheerleader and she’s confident that they’ll figure things out so long as they figure it out together.

I just love that, despite the gun situation being unnecessarily prolonged, they’re both low key happy that it means more time together. Like basically, this implies that R&M got a “Say Yes 2″. 😋

They spent a whole trip together and yet here they are excited for even more time. That’s how you know it’s the real love. 💯

Again this was such an amazing husband and wife moment and what made it even better is that after that proposal it feels like they too know that they’re husband and wife.

Like they look at each other like they’re married and they know it. And I love how visibly happy you can tell they make each other. Just the idea of a few more days is enough to make them leave that junkyard feeling like they won. 😊

And then they walk off holding hands cuz TWD has no chill. 😂 I love it! Them holding hands here just lets you know that they really do know they’re married and that those magnets are alive and well within them.

I adore that this is so natural for them and that, not only are they unafraid of PDA, but they do it so often and wherever they go. Here. For. It. 🙌🏾

And as they hold hands and walk off, looking like royalty, we all watched them from above, in our newfound place in Heaven. 😇 It was great.

This was legit my mood as R&M concluded what was basically a beautiful Richonne bottle…

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Like you just had to turn up for all the gold that we witnessed in this episode. Richonne completely delivered in 7x12 and it was tens across the board. 👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

I know the episode technically ended with Rosita and her foolish plan but, for me, that handhold was the end.

(Side note tho: Rick was looking real refreshed when he was talking to Tara at the end of the episode lol. Like that was def a man who has had a nice honeymoon vacation 😂)

I remember when it ended I was like TWD should make it mandatory to have a Richonne bottle each season cuz the amount of A1 Richonne goodness in this episode was everything. 💯😊

It was so great to see Rick and Michonne just get to be Rick and Michonne, and revel in Richonne, as well as be so human and multidimensional and playful and heartfelt. Like I got my life and was buried all at the same time. 🙉😊

This episode truly was such a meaningful love letter to Richonne and a reminder of why Rick and Michonne are truly the GOAT.  👌🏽😋

I started these 7x12 posts with this and I’ll say it one last time just for good measure; In “Say Yes” we were blessed. Amen. 🙌🏾🎉😊

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He gotta give him that air you know

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just two guys….bonding… i can’t believe this is my first contribution to this amazing show…

Slytherin: Are you okay?

Ravenclaw: Nope.

Slytherin: Okay, I’ll bite, why?

Ravenclaw: I just like to be prepared, you know? Set yourself up for the worst and then anything otherwise and you’re pleasantly surprised.

Slytherin: You’re never pleasantly surprised by anything.

Ravenclaw: Well, no, because if something good is happening, then something really bad must be about to happen.

Slytherin: And people think I’m the depressing one.

there’s a rule about taking Doctor Who seriously and it’s that to take it seriously you need to not take it too seriously 

this show doesn’t take itself seriously, no matter how dark it might get at times

this isn’t some fucking gritty Edgelord show, this is a show watched by millions of children about hope and belief and trying to help people even when it seems hopeless and even when it doesn’t work, we should never hope that anyone in it stays dead, especially not anyone that represents so much for so many

above all we should never as older fans want anything for it that would take away from the enjoyment of the younger fans

you can’t treat it the same way you would a lot of other shows. its demographic is anyone who is willing to believe in it, anyone of any age. 

this is a show about an idiot in a magical box who fixes things with a screwdriver and a belief in the goodness of people

an idiot who gets into ridiculous situations that are often also dire, who saves the day always but only uses violence as a last resort, who tries to win with words and cleverness first 

over the last few years it’s been one of the only shows on television still trying to tell a hopeful story in a world obsessed with Edgy Cynical Realism, while never shying away from how harsh the universe can be

it is a show about possibility where almost any thing or person or story that can be imagined could be plausible (hello, people being killed by plastic inflatable chairs, a small box being infinitely huge on the inside, a lesbian being saved by her magical star girlfriend)

it is a show created by lifelong fans, it is a constant love letter to itself with stupid little in jokes and nostalgic trips, and above all it is a message and lesson of hope and kindness

take it or leave it but that is what it will or at least should always be

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when in chicago

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woojin being charismatic on & off stage for anon ♡

anonymous asked:

What If one of the fakes had a high school reunion or something like that and just took the crew and it somehow ended in a shoot out with the cops.

Let’s just be clear, it’s not a pride thing. Geoff has never cared what people said about him, not outside a professional sense anyway; he knew exactly who he was, what he was capable of, even before he’d taken an entire city to its knees. So it’s not that he felt the need to prove himself, it’s just that there’s something particular about high school trauma, isn’t there? Something that lingers, even when it shouldn’t, something that emerges from even the most upstanding adults when thrown back together for a reunion, the bullies and the bullied, all desperate to show what they’ve become.

Geoff’s last high school was nothing like he’d ever been to before, a snobby upper-crust hellhole he was only in because his Ma’s third husband pulled some strings, and the other students were quick to point out just how much he didn’t belong. Between the tattoos and the smoking, the lazy looks and slow sneering drawl, it was always all too easy to label Geoff a loser, a drop out, trailer park trash everyone knew would be washing their cars one day. Never mind that he scored higher than most of his cohort even when skipping more or less every class, never mind that he is possibly the most well-read crime-lord in the country, back then he had an image and teenagers are relentless. Not that Geoff was all that phased even at the time, only a year or so away from the day he picked up his first gun and never looked back, but it’s the principal of the thing.

So when an invite forwards through from an email so old he’d forgotten he’d even made it Geoff has to laugh. Then pause, consider, hatch an utterly ridiculous idea, and laugh some more. Because he might not care, but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy ruining the night for all the pathetic stuck-up nobodies he went to school with; rubbing your success in everyone’s faces is what reunions are for, after all. The fact that it has a theme, that it is masquerade of all things, really just cements Geoff’s resolve to drag his crew halfway across the country into one of the strangest nights of their lives.

Everyone knows the option to bring a guest to these events is, in reality, the offer to bring a romantic partner, singular, but it isn’t technically stated. There are no rules barring Geoff from RSVP-ing for 7, so that’s exactly what he does. Sure he receives a few increasingly less polite emails suggesting he’d been mistaken but he doesn’t even bother opening them, doesn’t try to clarify that he is bringing his friends, his family, not his entire harem. Let them talk; they’d do it anyway. Plus, it’s not like the Fake’s aren’t all entirely too pleased with the suggestion, cackling hyenas who spend the next few weeks laying it on thick, batting their eyes and blowing Geoff kisses, picking out increasingly absurd meet-cute stories to tell his scandalised classmates. Between creating new identities and playing dress up in masks and suits they couldn’t be happier.

Masks or not they catch every eye in the room when they make their entrance and why wouldn’t they; Geoff and his unusual request must have been the talk of the rumour mill and identity hidden or not clearly this must be Geoff, it’s not like anyone else brought along 6 dates. As stage whispers hit a dull roar it’s obvious no one was prepared for what they were seeing, perhaps imagined instead stained tank tops and a string of strung-out baby mama’s, not expensively tailored suits and an attractively refined entourage. Paying the noise no heed Geoff swans into the room with Jack looking elegant on one arm, Gavin at his most Ken-doll glamorous tucked under the other, flanked on either side by Ryan, Michael, Jeremy and Ray, all dressed to impress.

Shock and jealousy aren’t good looks on anyone, let alone rich brats turned elitist yuppies, so Geoff’s classmates behave just as poorly as he’d anticipated, years and newfound maturity doing nothing to stop the tittering laughter, the sneers and judgmental looks, fake pleasantry and condescending questions. But then, his crew didn’t exactly play nice with them either.

Ray and Jeremy immediately beeline to the food table and bar, respectively, and each set themselves up and settle in for the night; loud, obnoxious and tactlessly talking about everyone around them. When asked about themselves or their relationship to Geoff they’re both frustratingly vague, Jeremy chattering away without saying much at all and Ray simply staring people down until they can’t bear the tension.

Michael and Ryan set off together to explore the room but quickly separate to accommodate their vastly different methods of surveillance. Ryan skulks into the background, ducking numerous attempts to catch his interest in favour of fading into unlit corners and empty nooks, frightening the life out of anyone trying to slip away for some private time. Michael, on the other hand, seems determined to be the life of the party, cheerfully making conversation only to laugh in the face of every so-called achievement, ruffling feathers and causing major offence wherever he goes.

Gavin slinks off like a man on a mission and doesn’t come back for over an hour, offering no explanation for the absence beyond a dangerously self-satisfied smirk. His work becomes obvious soon enough anyway, once the yelling starts; Geoff’s two main high-school tormentors, mentioned only in passing stories over the years, simultaneously having huge, public, relationship-ending blow ups with each of their significant others. What are the odds? Across the hall Gavin laughs, all tinkling glass and sparkling charm, smoothly working the room like Michael’s mirror opposite.

Jack stays at Geoff’s side all night, hackles raised into something abnormally cold and unimpressed any time someone comes up to speak to them, protective instincts in full force no matter how often Geoff claims to be unaffected. He fills her in on all the worst gossip about those who approach, and as the night progresses and general unease begins to spread Jack mellows, sinking back into something sweet and mocking, somehow even more unsettling playing docile arm-candy than she was rabid guard dog.

Throughout the night the Fake AH Crew remain a key topic of every casual conversation; they might have been regardless, even this far from Los Santos no one can get enough of their scandals, but with the huge heist pulled just last week there was no way to avoid it, everyone has their two cents, their praise and condemnation. It’s too funny, the whole crew killing themselves trying not to break character, to laugh or correct or manipulate the conversation but all their self-control is well rewarded in the end.

Half the room removed their masks less than an hour into the night; too difficult to eat and talk and drink in, too vain to keep their hard earned looks covered, so it’s not at all strange when the Fake’s start to follow suit. Jeremy and Ray start it, the newest member and the one caught on camera the least often, casually dropping their masks mid-conversation. They each get a confused squint or two, a double glance, a few individuals trying to place them, remember how they’d met before, why they were so familiar.

Next came Gavin and Michael, having goaded each other out onto the dance-floor they were playing as much as they were moving to the music, laughing and grappling and generally making a bit of a scene. They snatch off each other’s masks as they play and the looks double, because alone they’re each distinctive but together, together, people have seen those faces together, somewhere they’ve seen them and so often together..

Last is Jack and Geoff, more graceful than their counterparts and moving with far more purpose they reveal their faces in the centre of the room and, like a party trick, they instantly catch the whole room’s attention. Out of context, in ones and twos where they don’t belong, the members of the FAHC could be mistaken but no one in the country would fail to recognise Ramsey and Patillo, the kingpin and his right hand, rulers of the most well-known gang in the US. And here they stand, casually mingling at a high school reunion.

In the calm before the storm the crew gravitates back towards one another, can almost see the cogs turning around them, the lightbulbs flickering on in a slow ripple spreading out across the room, disbelief and the first hint of horror swirling together as people start unconsciously reaching for their phones. As Ryan slips back out and wanders over, the last still masked, always masked, the chatter seems to crescendo then crash into something still and almost silent as a room full of entitled trust-fund babies recognise their own terror.

Finally uncovered and flanked by his family Geoff’s grin creeps across his face, slow and violent and more confirmation than anyone needed as he lets the oppressive tension sit for a long moment, arms spreading out to his sides like a magician revealing a clever trick before he breaks the silence; Surprise motherfuckers.

Guns are pulled from jackets and from there it’s all running and screaming, no honour or courage, just a stampede for the exits to the sound of cackling laughter and the occasional aimless pot-shot. The Fake’s aren’t looking for lives, not worth the hassle really, and this job certainly has no monetary reward beyond the wallets Geoff’s filthy little thieves have no doubt absconded with, but the fear in the air is delightful and even the sound of incoming sirens can’t ruin the mood. If anything it only hypes them up further, all savage grins and ramping excitement as they make for doors, reloading their weapons and pumping themselves up for a whole new police force to terrorise, Geoff’s magnificent little miscreants.

On the way out they pass a wall of yearbook photos, blown up large and captioned with names and all the old superlative awards. Ryan stumbles to a halt and snorts, snatching one off the wall and tucking it into his jacket to take back to the penthouse, though not before flashing the Lads a glance at that all too recognisable face, sending them into peals of screeching laughter as they pour out into the night. Geoffrey Fink; Least likely to succeed. 

Kara mentions how Alex is protective of her. So now, everytime Rookie Officer Kara has a rough day at work, Maggie calls Alex and they take her to get burgers. 

It’s a really great system: Kara feels better around food and her sister, and Alex is always amused by Kara’s appetite and Maggie’s presence calms her down. 

As for Maggie, she just really enjoys seeing both girls a little bit more relaxed. :)

Based on @queergirlwriting ‘s fic (x) where Kara is a rookie that Maggie takes under her wing.

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