#ck dexter haven

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top ten movie character names ever and trust that ck dexter haven and reynolds woodcock are on there

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Oh C.K. Dexter Ha-ven!!!

Cary Grant & James Stewart

in The Philadelphia Story (1940)

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In reference to the Philadelphia Story poll, I am not here to defend CK Dexter Haven. I voted for Mike. It's been years since I've watched High Society so I could be wrong but I feel like Tracy ending up with CK Dexter Haven only makes sense in High Society. In The Philadelphia Story Mike makes the most sense. Mike sees Tracy as a human being to be loved which is exactly what she wants. Dex never stops seeing her as some kind of goddess. The narrative more directly supports Mike and Tracy. Dexter never really grows as a character so him and Tracy ending up together just brings them back to the beginning of the movie like a 1940's time loop, but Mike pushes Tracy to be better.

THANK YOU these are my thoughts exactly

[hearta54]

𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐡 (𝐂𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐞𝐞 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫)

Summary: You have a long-lived crush on Cench, the boy across the road, piano is one thing you share. At a piano examination, you find out if your persistent feelings are reciprocated.

Notes: Originally was going to write about Tae-Moo from Business Proposal; thought this suits Central Cee better. Plus he's hot as f!ck.

Warnings: alcoholism, abusive father, a little swearing

Word Count: 2 453

When you played the piano it was like the notes were emitted from your finger tips, rather than from the instrument you love. You closed your eyes and let memory lead into the crescendo of Fur Elise. Playing the piano was a form of ecstatic escapism; it allowed you to transcend reality and exist in a void untouchable by what drained you.

Dad could drain a pungent bottle fast, even faster than he could drain you. Drifting into the decrescendo the melodic keys helped you block the intrusive thoughts you had about him. He used to be better, a memory which was slowly fading from memory. But if you were to be honest … those days when he embodied something other than an absent and sorrowful father were lost in a network of messy incidents, spurred by the violent man he became under the influence.

Sometimes dad was cordial and added to a pleasant ambience but this didn't overshadow his bad days. On these days, you would crawl within yourself, barricaded in your room playing until your fingertips felt numb and your hands lost their supple dexterity. Feeling a need to escape as your parents argued downstairs, mother was made timid by him; so she tread carefully, but even then he was so volatile. So temperamental.

So mother lived in crippling fear: That a chair would be thrown too hard, or that dad would drink too much alcohol. Extra shifts at the hospital was how she coped, running and adamantly refusing to confront - this tainted you with disappointment. Piano was the way you fought. But in rare instances when your favourite composers didn't ease your worried mind you turned to Oakley, the boy across the road.

Placing your sheet music atop of your keyboard you allowed yourself to sink into an inviting daze. Oakley Neil H.T Caesar-Su is it weird that I know his whole name, his friends call him Cench, Cench was an anomaly he made rap music and dressed in tech fleece but under the guise of his demeanor he was one of the best pianist you had witnessed … Grade seven.

When Cench played it was riveting, unconsciously tilting his head to the side and getting lost in the keys he looked like a worthy muse. You digressed, thinking about the way his plump lips upturned when he smiled. The way his dark curls caught the sun when she watched from afar. Afar... because Cench barely registered your existence.

Last week in music class, late as always; he bumped into you. As he retrieved your folder you thought you had glimpsed a twinkle in his eye. But it must have been the glare of the sun because your eyes lingered and his were unbothered; turning away. Changed into your satin PJs you switched the lamp off - some dreams were best left for sleep.

...

Morning had arrived, but as the sun rose smoothly you were ruminating. Casting your memory back to last night, you revisited the way your hands had glided over the keys. Each note seamless and crisp melting into the songs you had beautifully played. You hoped you would play as effortlessly today. Today was a pinnacle and would hopefully affirm the hours of practice and offer a haven which floated more away from what was happening at home and into your future at The Royal College of Music.

Doing your therapeutic morning skincare, you thought listlessly of life there and the endless respite it unlidded. Today you had chosen a white turtleneck layered by a wooly grey cardigan and cute pleated skirt, with opaque tights - for the glacial London winter - and legwarmers. Leaving your room you slipped on your Doc Marten's - a complementary staple in your closet.

They had not been cheap, but with the aid of your part-time job which was not overly lucrative; you were able to secure the shoes and cover the significant costs of piano tuition. Walking down, you treaded softly on the worn carpet, you could hear the wretched sound of beer bottles clinking in the kitchen. Clinging to the bannister you steadied yourself; Cench would be at the piano exam. So you put on a façade of bravery and nonchalance even though you knew it was erosive.

"Hi y/n slept well," his words weren't slurred yet. You were flummoxed, dad was usually rooted in self-interest. When did he start looking beyond himself?

" Dad..." Your words caught in the static air, it sounded so raw.

"Mmm."

"Do you think you can drop me to my piano exam it's a bit far by bus, mum is working and -" Glass smashing to smithereens startled you; you covered your head instinctually.

"Who do you think I am. A fucking taxi, take the bus. You and your God damn piano," he was seething, as he turned around you took in his bloodshot eyes. So temperamental. He wouldn't have been good to drive anyways. Rigid and shaking you rushed up the stairs hurriedly and stuffed your bag blindly with your sheet music. Your eyes were too watery. You shut the door behind you with trepidation, not wanting to spark another polarizing outburst.

Tears streaming endlessly down your face you breath caught as you saw Cench leaving his house across the road. Seeing you he seemed perturbed like he'd seen something he shouldn't have. You watched aghast as he put his earbuds in and pulled his quintessential Trapstar hoodie to shroud his possessing curls. Walking down the street with your eyes downcast, you felt mortified, you felt Cench had seen a part of your life you worked so hard to hide.

You bumped into something unmoving, "ugh," you scoffed exasperatedly. Could my day get any worse? Glancing upwards you were dumbfounded by who stood in front of you.

"Hi y/n, you alright, everything calm yeah?" Cench was looking directly into your eyes, his earbuds out.

You nodded, clutching at fading conviction. How could you tell Cench your problems when he barely knew you? So dishonestly you made it seem like everything was fine; insecurity hoodwinked you into believing he would think you were 'too much.'

Almost smirking, he rolled his eyes tilting his head to one side like he was lost in demanding piano piece.

"Why do girls always move shady? I can tell your not fine, you were tearing up and that _ " he sighed seeing the resolve you had in being stoic.

"Alright then y/n, your fine I guess. The piano exams are time away, taking the bus is mad _" he was stopped short by a honk from a car blaring rap music.

"Anyways good luck, don't stress too tough, your piano skills are hard," Cench said this as the car drove away erratically.

Piano skills? Cench knows about my piano skills? Maybe you're not so self-deluded.

...

Raveled in the chaos of the morning, walking into the revered and coveted Royal College of Music was an exhale. The school was the cornerstone of all your dreams, you could always visualize it vividly. And now here you were for a piano exam, it was a reminder that it was real and not just a conjuring of your escapist imagination.

Walking through the hall you took in the surreal architecture and basked in its splendor. I could get used to this. Peeking at your crumpled pamphlet you realised the auditorium was on your left: 'Auditorium 9B.'

You sat down in a velvety plush seat and felt yourself inflate with hope, a place hear would be a gateway to magic. A piano piece began softly, enthralling the dozens of other pianists scattered in the vast, gilded auditorium. Flicking your eyes heavenwards you saw him, playing as gracefully as ever. Sometimes you thought to yourself Cench was born solely for this very thing.

Cench's POV:

I have played this piece a thousand times before now; I perfected it and made it radiate real talent even. Just so that when I got on this stage, I could stare at y/n and absorb her beauty. I committed every detail of her face to memory before the eighth bar - What can I say I'm a quick learner innit. The truth is I am worried about y/n, I know her dad is an alcoholic, I just don't want her to know I know. She'll get embarrassed and hurt, and I don't want to see her like that, ever. This piano exam is important, grade eight is what I need to come here; so why is all I can think about how to tell y/n I like her? I shake these feelings off as the keys fade for the end. These man are tapped if they say I didn't make Grade 8.

...

Y/n's POV:

Speechless and hypnotised is what you are. Making your way up to the mahogany stage, butterflies battle for dominance in your stomach. This mix of nervousness for the performance and the fact Cench will be watching is both nauseating and intoxicating. You inhale filling your squeezing lungs. The conductor motions for you to begin, the sheet music you have on the ledge... It's not Fur Elise, like you were assigned it's the one you've been experimentally writing. Horrified you close your eyes. Lost. You begin to play anyways. Confront don't run. You play until the amounting crowd is rendered delirious with applause and Cench is peering funnily at you in the audience, you brush it off. That's probably the look of disinterest.

As the curtains closed you saw your future becoming narrower... and narrower. There was an office which you were meant to report to promptly, to hear results. Practically tiptoeing in anticipation you felt yourself drown in dread. Not commencing to Grade seven meant bidding this school a sorrowful goodbye, before you even had a chance to enroll! It wasn't just the prestige, or the vigor which made this school shine in a pearly light, it was the love for music and adorned opportunities it created. For some a school like this was a pretty ornament on a promising resume, but for you, this was your youthful life's work.

Now standing outside the tastefully decorated office, you heard two adults discussing tersely, the conductor and examiner. Knocking lightly on the door, you were further unsettled at how swiftly it swung open. For the millionth time that day, you sat in a seat powerless; while others dictated your fate.

"Ms. y/n last name, we were shocked when you played the piece that was not assigned to you, but it appears you wrote it, yes?" The conductor drawled.

You cleared your throat hurriedly, looking intently at the poker-faced men.

"Yes sir, I did," it came out a near whisper.

"Excellent, welcome to grade seven, I look forward to seeing you at the Royal College of Music in the very near future."

...

You were beyond ecstatic. You honestly had no words to describe this feeling it was bliss and euphoria intertwined. The rain sprinkled predictably as you walked to your bus stop: You couldn't help but romanticise life at times, but this moment was a smidgen of actual romance in your life. Your gentle musings of how much you loved the piano led way to someone you might adore just as equally.

You could hear fast steps behind you through your beige XM4s, thinking it was just another jogger it didn't faze you.

"y/n..." your name caught in Cench's throat. Hearing his voice made you rip your headphones off. Ugh So unsubtle. You stopped to see what he had to say, Cench was only a few inches away. But you wished he was closer... Closer still. As close as possible.

"Hey y/n I saw you walking, can man walk with you," he said this confidently but his eyes were slightly down cast.

"Yes, of course," you replied, letting your heart soar with the possibility of this being the day you would turn a new leaf together.

You walked together to the bus stop talking about piano and your shared dream school, until you could see the tall, red bus blinking at you in the distance.

"There's my bus, see you in music class, Cench," you tried to mask your disappointment as you reluctantly climbed the steps.

"Where do you think I'm going, we live on the same street still," he chuckled rolling his eyes; exciting the butterflied entrapped in your stomach.

"Oh okay," you smiled awkwardly.

Cench's POV:

I am sitting so close to y/n in the bus right now. What if I just leaned in and... Truthfully I am overwhelmed with nervousness right now. This never happens ever. I don't want to talk to her about what happened this morning; she doesn't seem ready and the way she's smiling right now and just looking around the bus. Man she's so cute. Bu there are things to discuss..

"Y/n.."

"mmhmm," she was looking into my eyes and I thought my mind would go blank.

" I - I actually like you a lot... I have for time, I can't lie." Holding my breath. I'm hoping... I hope she responds the way she does in my head.

Y/N's POV

The air left your brain, the moment felt ethereal. You had pictured and edited this moment innumerable times in your imagination. And you always thought it was just remain a figment. Looking into Cench's dark, enamoring eyes you could see he was waiting for your answer.

"I like you too Cench... I have since forever." Your smile turned impossibly large and you faced the front, excited for what's yet to come and beaming.

"Since forever huh, babe don't be silly," Cench's smile was a reflection of a sunny day.

"It's true - " you mumbled realising what he has said. Babe.

Cench placed a warm hand on your cheek. His lips were soft like you had always envisioned; grazing over yours slightly - searching for reciprocation. You opened your eyes wide in awe and surprise, pressing your lips against his. You could feel Cench smiling into the kiss; his lips were sweet and fit yours perfectly. Slowly his hand trailed to grip your waist while the other stayed on your face. Moving your lips together he pushed his tongue in your mouth and roamed everywhere he could; you saw a different galaxy.

Gasping quietly you both pulled away grinning stupidly.

"You're so beautiful y/n you don't understand," whispering for only you to hear, he wrapped his arm around you moving closer. You put your head in the soft spot between his neck and the edge of his shoulder closing your eyes. You thought about love. Love for piano and Love for Cench.

....

THE END

[ritahayworrth]

not my mom immediately mentioning how ugly bing crosby is as soon as she realized he's playing ck dexter haven gwhjwjwkkensjk

[jojoblessed365]

Exactly!!!

Jess was straight up honest with everything- whether the truth hurt or not! And Rory realized this if you see the post-scene argument that she has with Logan and Emily! 

This kind of dynamic can also be seen in the scene with CK Dexter Haven and Tracy Lord, where Dexter tells her that she can be a great person if she has a bigger heart and be more forgiving as well as when he comforts her on her wedding day. You can check out the scenes here-

Also, it parallels the scene with Lenny Bruce reminding Midge that she’s her own person- becoming a stand-up comic like him doesn’t mean that she needs to pull the same things he did; she’s different and needs to forge her own path and put aside her broken pride and keep forging on!

Here's the scene-

So I finally watched 6.08 in its entirety and of course I have my two cents on the (in)famous “WhY did you DROP out of YALE” speech:

From what I’ve gathered, some people seem to think Jess saved Rory with that speech and that there was no way she was going back to Yale without it. I’ve also seen mutterings about how Jess’ speech was rude and presumptous and that Rory would have gone back regardless of Jess’ presence. I think the truth is somewhere in the middle.

There’s no denying that things in the dropout life were piling up for Rory. Moving in to the main house had her dealing with Emily’s surveillance in full force, she was spending most of her time organizing events she had no interest in and driving her drunk boyfriend and his drunk friends home in the night, and she was shown to miss academic life several times. Richard and Emily had started fighting over whether they had taken the right path for getting Rory back into Yale, and Lorelai insisted that Rory would find her way eventually. Something was going to happen at some point.

But returning to Yale wasn’t guaranteed. Not because I think Jess was the only one who could get her back to Yale specifically, but because re-enrolling was a time-sensitive issue. Without someone to give her some kind of rant, Rory could very well have sunk deeper into a hedonistic route with Logan, or waited too long for re-enrollment and had to apply elsewhere. She’d still get somewhere, but it would take significantly more time.

So she needed someone to shake her furiously for two minutes begging her to figure out what she wanted to do. In theory, that person could be any significant character on the show, but when you add in context, the list narrows down a lot: 

We were shown multiple times that Lorelai wasn’t going to be the person because they were at a test of their relationship and Rory was doubting her mother’s judgement.

Luke wasn’t going to do anything like that without Lorelai’s OK.

Richard and Emily would only be able to convince Rory with financial extortion, and that would ruin the relationship they fought so hard to keep with Rory.

While Logan was her boyfriend at the time, he was also the person who had known her for the least amount of time. He would also have been accused of hypocricy by Rory due to how he probably would’ve dropped out if he could too (or at least acted like it during season 5 and early season 6).

Paris’ opinions on Rory’s life decisions tend to be written as jokes, so even if what she said made sense, Rory probably wouldn’t have taken it seriously. At best, Paris’ words could become support to an argument made by someone else.

While Lane could’ve been an interesting choice (especially since she’s Rory’s oldest friend and arguably knows her in ways not even Lorelai or any of the boyfriends do), she’s never established as truly questioning of Rory’s life decisions. The only real fight they have is over Rory spending too much time with Dean in season 1, but other than that Lane tends to support Rory with any decision she makes.

Dean had kind of lost any sway he had with Rory by the final breakup. Him warning Rory over half a season before she actually dropped out would’ve been possessive (considering he could only warn her about Logan and the LDB), and the breakup showed that he essentially gave up on fitting into the elder Gilmore world or helping Rory make her own.

Which leaves us with Jess. There are multiple reasons why Jess ends up working. The first is the fact that they haven’t seen each other in ages. While everyone else has seen the slow descent, Jess comes in having last seen Rory doing just fine at Yale and getting close with Dean again. He’s missed a lot, and realizing that helps Rory understand just how much she’s changed. Second: he comes back improved. A lot of people have already pointed this out, but Jess actually becoming a writer and making something out of himself essentially proves to Rory that she was right about something everyone else that she was wrong about. It also shows her that it’s possible to come out of the lowest lows up to doing something you love. And finally: Jess has a history of telling things like they are. He demanded clarification at the start of season 3 when Rory still dated Dean after their kiss. He had multiple complex fights with Luke. And he also knew how to be supportive without being a blind cheerleader (see: the car scene in season 2). Rory has known Jess long enough to understand that he isn’t trying to be malicious, and also long enough to know that he does actually know her. It’s not so much that he knows her better than everyone else as much as the combination of how close they once were, how time shows the shifts in her life, and how Jess’ glow up can inspire her.

[thoughtslikeaminefield]

Please put your choice for Dean's One True Love in the tags.

[missyourflight]

DEAR YULETIDE WRITER

I'm excited to read whatever you want to write (treats welcome)! Happy with any rating, bit more detail about stuff I like if you're stuck:

Things I like in general: bedsharing; the sentiment “I see you”/”I know who you are”; circularity; ambiguity; queerness; adventure stories; fake dating! AND/OR marriage of convenience!; the apocalypse and what comes after; alternate universes; cross-dressing; people putting make-up on each other; authentically awkward speech patterns; road trips; massages; tattoos; clones and/or robots with feelings; a palpable sense of longing; terrible plans; terrible people; clever/weird things with structure; first times; last times; flashbacks.

Stuff I would prefer not to see: humiliation, choking.

Fandom-specific notes under the cut. Thank you!

The History Boys (Stuart Dakin, Donald Scripps)

Anyone writing it down/anyone on their knees. Doesn't have to be romantic (I would love it to be romantic) but more of these two please, whether it's at school or after. Please no Posner as a romantic interest for either Scripps or Dakin, thanks. Irwin stuff fine/encouraged.

These two actually excellent candidates to be stuck on a road trip together imo. Stuff I like in canon includes: Scripps' faith, Scripps' forearms, Scripps not wanking, any time Dakin gets embarrassed, poetry, Sheffield, the best moments in reading, cold stone.

The Philadelphia Story (Tracy Lord, Macaulay Connor, CK Dexter Haven)

Banging my clipboard spilling my drink chanting THREESOME THREESOME etc. Dressing gowns! Sailing! Pedestals! Big scenes at society affairs! If you simply have to pick a side of the triangle I'd prefer Tracy/Mike, please.

Pretty self-explanatory, I'd just like to hang out with these three a bit more. Stuff I like in canon includes: moments of high emotion near bodies of water inc. swimming pools, drunken honesty, drunken nonsense, Tracy's wardrobe, Dinah, yar-ness as a concept, being worshipped vs being loved, Mike as a writer.

The Righteous Gemstones (Judy, BJ, Kelvin, Keefe)

Would love either Judy/BJ or Kelvin/Keefe here - although feel free to spend the whole fic on another Gemstones significant others hangout feat. Amber and Tiff etc. If the spirit moves you re: Judy/BJ I would welcome absolute filth; it's what they would want.

Stuff I like in canon includes: Judy's tragic/horrifying romantic backstory, BJ's fits, Judy and BJ being absolute sex freaks about each other, Keefe being in charge of looking after Kelvin's body, Satanic sex club stuff, levels of derangement generally through the roof.

[chillentertainer]

CK Dexter Haven declaring this to the two people who absolutely do not enjoy his jokes

me and the 2 people that enjoy my jokes against the world

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Literally no one:

Me: OH C.K. Dexter HAVENNNN

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James Stewart and Cary Grant in The Philadelphia Story (1940)

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Jess and Rory- C K Dexter Haven and Tracy Lord

Okay, I just had this random thought in my head. I recently did a rewatch of The Philadelphia Story (1940/41), and couldn’t help finding a few parallels to Jess and Rory’s relationship with CK Dexter Haven’s and Tracy Lord’s relationship. These are-

Jess and Rory coming from a single mother background = Dexter and Tracy coming from the same i.e. elite background

Jess and Rory’s love for books = Dexter and Tracy’s hatred for publicity

Jess and Rory breaking up in S3 = Dexter and Tracy divorcing for the first time

Jess calling out Rory’s behaviour in S6 = Dexter calling out Tracy’s intolerance for imperfection

Jess sacrificing his feelings just so that Rory can go back to Logan/ Dean = Dexter agreeing to let Mike and Liz cover Tracy’s wedding just to save the family’s face from the philandering patriarch Seth Lord

Rory admitting that she feels like a failure to Jess in AYITL = Tracy breaking down on the morning of her wedding and admitting her feelings of guilt and fear to Dexter

Also, fun fact: Dexter has the least amount of screen time with Tracy, compared to Mike and George, exactly like Jess and his relationship with Rory, compared to Dean and Logan.

So, do you agree with this or not?

Let me know your thoughts!!! : )

PS. It bugs me when people say Tracy should have ended up with Mike. I mean, yes James Stewart and Katherine Hepburn had a hell lot of chemistry and yes, it’s an utter shame that they never got another chance to work with each other, but with reference to their characters, I mean WTF? They barely know each other, Mike is only drunkenly attracted to her and that means they are caught in the heat of the moment... I mean I get that they have potential, but honestly it wouldn’t have worked out. Dexter is the only one who loves her for her humanity, flaws and all (”Be whatever you like, you’re my redhead”), unlike Mike and George who cite her as either a goddess/queen, even despite her saying “I don’t want to be worshipped, I want to be loved.”

[justsomeguygn]

claudia as tracy's younger sister (the best character), though obviously she's not a lestat stan the way tracy's sis is such a ck dexter haven fan. much to think about.

philadelphia story au: louis is katharine hepburn, lestat is cary grant armand is john howard, daniel is jimmy stewart. do you see the vision.

[lesbiancolumbo]

since its carys birthday, i feel like I need to share the thought I had watching cobra kai and that's that I think cary grant and jimmy stewart could do daniel and johnny AND ralph macchio and billy zabka could do ck dexter haven and macaulay connor. mostly because i wanna see cary and jimmy get in a karate fight

oh man this is not how i thought the message was gonna end after seeing the preview in my notes but yeah sure i’ll co-sign and post that

[murderballadeer]

hello, friend! a summary by me: folk. old hollywood. uquizzes. general text posts. CK Dexter Haven oh CK Dexter Haaaaven

oh c.k. dexter haaaaaaaaaaaaavennnnn 

also yes. accurate

(summarize my blog, badly)

[andallthatmishigas]

Cary grant

Ewan mcgregor

Oh this is a very interesting choice.  Cary Grant all the way for me.

And here he is not in my favorite character of his but certainly with my favorite character name, CK Dexter Haven (from A Philadelphia Story).