I can’t even begin to process my feelings about every single thing that happens between Carol and Morgan in this ep. If you had asked me a year ago whether I could ever brotp the actual fuck out of this, I would have screamed, “Oh hell no!” But Lennie and Melissa are such acting gods and such gifts that I can’t help but be head over heels in love with Carol and Morgan’s friendship.
An incomplete list of things I adore:
Carol demanding to speak to Morgan first, because (despite everything) he’s unquestionably the person she trusts the most inside the Kingdom’s walls.
Morgan firmly throwing Carol’s own words back at her and reminding her (yet again) that she was the one who wanted to be left alone and he was only doing what she’d asked him to do. The scene where he quietly asks her whether she got what she wanted devastates my entire soul. They may be very different people in so many ways, but he understands her on a fundamental level that I think nobody else on this show besides Daryl even comes close to. He knows it’s not in her to isolate herself while the people she loves are suffering. It’s not who she is, and while he’s not going to push her anymore, he’s also not going to lie to her to make her feel better about herself.
Morgan allowing her to walk away without trying to stop her at all. He’s listening now.
Carol calling out after him when he ragequits her house after Ben dies. My god, Carol just cannot shut off the caring. She wants Morgan to be safe, to be smart, to make good decisions, and she knows he’s in no condition to do that. But again, she doesn’t go after him. She knows he’s a grownass adult who has to make his own choices, and she’s going to respect those choices just as he’s finally learned to respect hers.
The way Carol almost calmly accepts Morgan’s flat statement, “I killed Richard.”
The fact that Morgan absolutely waits for her to consent to receiving the information before he starts talking about Glenn and Abraham. I’ve seen some mutterings about this and they really upset me. He asked her and waited for her to say yes. It’s right there in the scene. Look:
They’ve come to such a place of mutual respect and understanding and it makes my whole heart achy.
The fact that – even though she has to be positively reeling from the devastation of learning that so many people she loves are gone – she still forcefully goes after Morgan and quite literally begs him to stay. She’s been where he is, in a manner of speaking, so she understands that he’s about to crack. She wants to do for him what Ezekiel did for her – offer a middle ground where he doesn’t have to pretend he’s fine but he also doesn’t have to strike out on his own, most likely getting himself killed. To me, this reads even possibly as gratitude to Morgan for not letting her die out there on her own.
Like truly, the last scene between them just killed me. It takes a great deal to get Carol to plead with someone at this point, but she says “Please” twice in order to convince Morgan to stay. That’s how much it means to her to do whatever she can to help him through this.
tl;dr: Lennie and Melissa are such superlative actors that every scene they have together is like a new present. I brotp this relationship so goddamn hard.
Request: Mayor Snart x reader AUs One where it’s Christmas and the reader tells leonard she’s pregnant!!
a/n: last xmas imagine
It’s almost nine o’clock in the morning when the two of you wake up. Len’s firm hand slithers around your waist, ice cube eyes gazing into yours and thin pale pink lips twisted into a sleepy smile. Your palm lays on top of his bare chest, fingers drawing lazy designs in boredom. His chin sits on top of your head and he plays with your hair.
“Merry Christmas, darling.” he hums, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Mmm, I got you something…” His hand untangles from your locks, running across the smooth shiny black surface of the bedstand, fingers curling underneath the golden shell handle. It slides open in a breeze. He sits himself up, back against the marshmallow white bed frame, letting your hand fall in his lap, which is covered by the black and gray comforter.
Carefully, you prop yourself up, hesitantly wrapping your fingers around the small gift. The cyan snowflake wrapping paper feels silky in your hands and you almost don’t want to tear it open. But you do; your fingernails sneak under the clear tape, popping it off. You unravel the navy velvet box from the paper.
Looking at Len, who urges you to continue, you place your thumb on the edge of the box, lifting the lid up. “Oh my god, Lenny, it’s…this is stunning.” you gasp, pulling the heart necklace from the velvet. It’s a silver locket, tinted with a very light blue color. An elaborate engraving of a simple snowflake covers the outside; you crack it open, smiling at the photo of you and him. “I love it!” you beam.
He smiles, leaning on his forearm, TV static pattern pillow crinkling. “I’m glad.” His lips peck yours, the pads of his fingers brush across your temple, pushing your hair back. Before he gets the chance to take the kiss further, you shift your body, getting out of bed with a devious smirk. His eyebrows furrow, “Where are you going?” he groans, eyes following you to the closet.
When you grab the item, you return with your hands behind your back. “And now, it’s my turn. Merry Christmas, Mr. Mayor!” You set a small pair of olive green booties on the bedpost, biting your lips. If he doesn’t get this…
“Um, I don’t think those are going to fit me…” he snorts, pointing his index finger towards the shoes.
You roll your eyes, walking to his side of the bed. “That’s because they’re aren’t necessarily for you…” you mumble, grabbing his confused face in your palms, “I’m pregnant.” Your eyes shine as you tell him, hands moving to lift your loose fluffy pajama shirt up.
He stares at your bloated stomach, finally seeing the slight difference, eyes darting from your abdomen to your face. “You’re pregnant!” He lets out a watery laugh, sniffling as his hands reach out, feeling your skin; you nod, bottom lip in between your teeth. He slams his lips on your belly, scattering kisses on you. “I love you.” he whispers, standing up to kiss your lips.
This is the best present Leonard Snart could ever ask for.
Q&A Emily Ratajkowski making model-turned-actress flip work
OK, be real: You weren’t at all bothered by the fact that in “Blurred Lines,” all the women were nude while the men were not? We took something that on paper sounded really sexist and misogynistic and made it more interesting, which is why women love that video and why it became a viral success. There’s an attitude and energy there that goes beyond girls shaking their ass around suited men — a confidence that I think is refreshing. We don’t have any images of nude women other than in really beautiful magazines shot by great photographers that aren’t overly sexualized. And I think that “Blurred Lines” wasn’t overly sexualized, and that’s what made it interesting.
When you say you made it more interesting — did you have a say in the creative direction? I said no to it originally, and then I met with the director [Diane Martel], who ended up doing the tour for Miley Cyrus. I laid it out to her up front: “I’m not gonna be naked and running around.” Then we had a really great conversation and hit it off as women and creative people and I think that’s how the video happened. … I definitely think that no one expected me to have any ideas about it. When people asked me about it initially, I think they thought I’d be like, “It was just really fun and exciting.” I was like, “No, actually, here’s what I think about sexuality and empowerment and the way we look at nudity in our country and this is what bothers me and here’s a great opportunity, thanks for asking.”
Do you mind that you’re so still closely associated with the music video? It’s a weird thing. Rick Springfield wrote “Jessie’s Girl,” and he probably gets sick of talking about “Jessie’s Girl.” The thing is, I didn’t write “Blurred Lines.” I didn’t direct the music video. I’m really happy for the success, but it is kind of a funny thing to follow me around.
How did you start modeling? When I was 14, I had an acting teacher who was like, “She should think about modeling.” And my mom was like, ‘No, absolutely not. She’s too young, and I’m not going to put my daughter into an industry like that.’ At first, when someone approached me to say I should get head shots I started crying in the car because I thought they meant a needle to the head. I definitely didn’t understand it. I was too young.
Was it hard to be judged physically while you were going through puberty? I’ve always been full-figured in a not-boyish way. So I remember them measuring my hips and being like, “What? I’ve never even thought about this part of my body before.” … I developed very young, so I was more conscious of sexuality and being a pretty girl-woman. Having men look at you and really having no idea what sex is a very strange experience.
How did studio executives treat you when they learned you wanted to transition from modeling to acting? Hollywood is a boys club, and that’s something I thought was a stereotype — and it’s not. That really shocked me. Still shocks me. Everyone’s helping their buddies out and pressing their buddies and playing tennis with their buddies and making movies with their buddies, and that grosses me out. I know that sometimes, I get in a room because someone has said, “I have this model — she was in the 'Blurred Lines’ video? Oh, and 'Gone Girl’! So she’s also a good actress.” I’m sure that’s there.
Your character in the film is a Stanford dropout, and you left UCLA after four quarters. Why did you decide to quit school? I went in for the art department, which was really small, and I thought it’d be a school within a big school. But I didn’t really find that. I also find fine art education really arbitrary. Some of the conceptual stuff they were pushing I didn’t really agree with. When people are like – “College! Oh my God! Ultimate freedom!” – I didn’t feel that way. My roommates were loving hitting the town, but I wasn’t as psyched about going to the frats.
I heard you’re going to be a contributor to Lenny, Lena Dunham’s upcoming newsletter for young women. What will you be writing? It’s a little overwhelming, especially because it hasn’t been launched yet, so I don’t have any examples. It’s an amazing platform and I want to take it seriously and whatever I write to be fun and interesting but also really cover a lot.
You have almost 3 million followers on Instagram. How conscious are you of the pictures you post? You get people who are like, “If you want to be taken seriously as an actress, don’t post any sexy photos.” And that’s…. You can do whatever you want — that’s what being a woman is. That being said, I definitely think there’s a performance side of it. It’s not me. I’m not posting my meal when I think it’s a great, delicious meal. I do factor in the audience and cater to them. You put on an act a little bit. I want to keep it going because I think it’s an important platform and a lucky thing you can have as an actress. Before, everything that was being put out in the world was being dictated by other people.