#gatsby 2013

[lyledebeast]

Eleven years late, I finally watched Baz Luhrmann's Gatsby (2013). It is probably the best film adaptation of a novel I've ever seen. It does not include everything in Fitzgerald's novel, but it has most of the parts that stand out in my memory from having read it several times over many years and loses nothing that is essential for the novel's main themes. The use of direct quotes from the novel feels far more organic than in many adaptations, and this is by far the most masterful use of the narrator as author trope I've ever seen.

I know Leonardo DiCaprio is Martin Scorcese's love child with Robert DeNiro, but I really think he's done his best work for Baz Luhrmann.

[the-kestrels-feather]

I'm rewatching the 2013 Gatsby because it's a comfort movie and I got the Tom and Myrtle party scene where Tom tells Nick "you like to sit on the side and watch, I remember that from college." And like.

Damn Tom, way to kinkshame your cousin in law.

[r0semaryt3a]

“A good host” - Did I just spend 30 minutes on recreating the Leo Gatsby gif as Corgi Gatsby? Yes, yes I did.

Who knows I might even animate it

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[lt-sparrow]

came to me in a dream

[blackthornluce]

Carey Mulligan and Leonardo DiCaprio as Daisy Buchanan and Jay Gatsby in The Great Gatsby (2013), co-written and directed by Baz Luhrmann.

It's so sad, because it's so hard to make her understand. It's so hard to make her understand. I've gotten all these things for her. I've gotten all these things for her and now she just... she just wants to run away.

[mrjaygatsbi]

❝ Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgastic future that year by year recedes before us. ❞

Felt silly and took some photos of the little guys; but so far guys everyone has been so nice and I can’t wait to actually start interacting with you guys more 🫶 (Yes this blog will be primarily for the plushies BUT I may post any art and fan-fiction I create here too!)

[violaobanion]

PERIOD DRAMA + FLOWERS*:･ﾟ✧

Atonement (2007) dir. Joe Wright The Godfather (1972) dir. Francis Ford Coppola Sanditon (2019-2023) created by Andrew Davies Pride & Prejudice (2005) dir. Joe Wright The Pursuit of Love (2021) dir. Emily Mortimer The Great Gatsby (2013) dir. Baz Luhrmann Emma (2020) dir. Autumn de Wilde Boardwalk Empire (2010-2014) created by Terence Winter Marie Antoinette (2006) dir. Sofia Coppola

[lettersforbeatrice]

The Great Gatsby (2013) / A Series of Unfortunate Events: The Penultimate Peril (2019)

[cece693]

It's All For You (Jay Gatsby x GN! Reader)

Fun fact, one of my favorite books is The Great Gatsby. However, to this day, no one (in my opinion) has managed to fully encase what Jay represents. Character-wise, he's still the Gatsby chasing the green light, but in terms of face claim, I left him ambiguous. I know this is a very out-there fandom, and I know it won't be very popular, but it makes me happy :)

Summary: You were helping Jay see your cousin Daisy, but, somewhere down the line, you managed to become his anchor to reality.

tags: can be read with Nick in mind, Jay is an infatuated boy, clueless reader, Jay finally sees Daisy for what she is, happy ending

Daisy was enchanting. Captivating. Alluring. But none of those words seemed to fully encapsulate the aura she exuded. There was a lightness to her that drew people in, a kind of graceful detachment as if she floated through life just out of reach. Yet for all her beauty and charm, there was something elusive about her, something that kept everyone at arm's length. It was easy to be enchanted by her, to fall for the sparkling facade she wore like a second skin. And Jay Gatsby was no different—at least, that’s what I thought.

Gatsby had built a life around the idea of Daisy, a world spun from dreams and memories of a love long lost. The parties, the lavish displays, the rumors—they all pointed back to her, to the one he had let slip away. When I came to West Egg, I found myself pulled into his grand scheme to win her back. Daisy had asked for my help; I was her cousin, after all, and who better to act as a go-between, arranging encounters, helping to stage those first delicate meetings under the guise of friendly visits?

At first, Gatsby's devotion to Daisy seemed unwavering, as though he was single-mindedly determined to recapture the past. He spoke of her with reverence, like a man describing a distant star, bright and unattainable. He watched for her at every gathering, always positioned just so, as though one look from her would make all the years melt away. I helped him prepare for these moments, choosing the flowers, setting the table for tea, ensuring everything was perfect. He wanted it all to be just right for Daisy.

But as time went on, I noticed something I couldn’t quite name. The way Gatsby's gaze would flicker toward me in moments of quiet, how he would seek my approval on even the smallest details. There was a certain light in his eyes when we would linger in conversation long after the parties had ended and the rest of the world had gone to sleep. I chalked it up to Gatsby’s natural charm, to the friendship that had grown between us amid all the scheming. After all, I was helping my cousin's lost love find his way back to her.

The first real crack in the illusion came one afternoon when Gatsby and I were alone in his library, discussing the next gathering. Daisy had mentioned that she missed simpler times, the quietness of tea on a summer's day. I suggested we hold a small, intimate tea party just for the three of us, something more personal than the grand festivities that had become Gatsby's signature.

“It’s a wonderful idea,” Gatsby agreed, his voice softening as he looked at me, not in the direction of the distant green light that always seemed to capture his attention. “But it doesn’t feel right to ask so much of you, helping with all this.”

I waved off his concern. “Nonsense. I’m happy to help. If it makes Daisy smile, then it’s worth it.”

He gave a small, almost wistful smile. “I suppose it’s not just Daisy who I’m trying to make smile.”

I didn’t know what to make of that comment. I let it slide, laughing it off as a joke, but something about the way he said it stayed with me. There was a warmth in his tone that I couldn’t quite place, and in the days that followed, I began to see Gatsby in a different light.

The tea party came and went, with Daisy laughing and charming her way through the afternoon. Gatsby’s attention was on her, of course, but there was a shift, a subtle one, like a shadow moving across a wall. I found Gatsby watching me out of the corner of his eye, a lingering glance that held more than casual interest. It was as though he was trying to tell me something without words.

And then, one night, as the last strains of music from yet another party faded into the stillness, Gatsby approached me on the terrace. The moonlight cast long shadows across the lawn, and there was a hesitation in his steps that I hadn’t seen before.

“You know,” he began, leaning against the stone railing, “for the longest time, I thought everything I did was for Daisy. Every party, every bit of gold and glitter—it was all meant to bring her back to me.”

“Isn’t it still?” I asked, unsure of what he was getting at. “You’ve built all of this for her.”

“Yes,” he admitted, but there was a shift in his tone, a softness I hadn’t heard before. “But somewhere along the way, it stopped being about Daisy.”

The breath caught in my throat. “Then what was it about?” I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Gatsby turned to face me fully, his gaze searching mine. “It was about finding something real. I thought Daisy could give me that, but then I met you. You were there for every moment, every detail, pulling me back when I started drifting into dreams again. I started looking forward to your company, your words, your laughter.” He took a step closer, the intensity in his eyes almost overwhelming. “It was you who brought me back to reality.”

I stood frozen. “Jay,” I began, struggling to find the right words. “I—”

"You don't have to tell me anything, Y/N." Gatsby smiled, a minuscule one that conveyed just how difficult this was for him too. "I just wanted to make my interest clear."

His words hung in the air, a fragile thread connecting us in that moonlit moment. The warmth of his gaze sent a thrill racing through me, igniting something deep inside—a longing I had tried to ignore while orchestrating his reunion with Daisy. The truth crashed over me like a wave, and I realized that somewhere along the way, Jay Gatsby had become someone truly important to me.

In that electric silence, I felt the boundaries between us dissolve. I could no longer hold back. My heart surged with emotion, and before I could think, I stepped forward and closed the distance between us.

Our lips met in a fervent kiss, an eruption of pent-up desire and vulnerability. It felt like a revelation, as if everything I had been holding back rushed forth in that single moment. Gatsby’s surprise melted into a warmth that enveloped me, his hands moving to cradle my face as he kissed me back with a fervor that took my breath away.

Time seemed to stand still as we lost ourselves in each other, the world around us fading into the background. The soft rustle of the leaves and the distant hum of the night felt like a distant echo. All I could focus on was the taste of him, the way he held me as if I were a fragile dream he was afraid to lose.

[queeringclassiclit]

Nick Carraway & Jay Gatsby

from The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

submitted by anon

[risottofan7]

rewatching gatsby

[more-than-tender-curiosity]

Bitch all you want about the music or the effects in 2013 Gatsby but no other adaptation gave us “his dream must have seemed so close that he could hardly fail to grasp it. He did not know that it was already behind him” from Nick, standing

DIRECTLY BEHIND AN IMAGINED VERSION OF JAY

Like we talk about Nick being the one calling at the end but jesus *christ* the cinematography, the visual storytelling,

[nick-carra-gay-for-gatsby]

what 2013 had: soundtrack, acting, visuals, basically everything

what 1974 had: sam. fucking. waterston. nick.

[rainbowfunks]

anyone heard of this book called the great gatsby

[mrjaygatsbi]

Hello Old Sports ! (Introductory Post)

I’m Lulabel (they/any) AKA the most insufferable Jay Gatsby kin to date /lh :D

As my first ever post I wanted to share my commissioned Natsby plushies that have just been mailed to me <3

I’m autistic and TGG has been a special interest of mine for around 4 years now, and I’ve decided to stop lurking and use tumblr as a little outlet to post about how not normal I am about this book and all the media attached to it! And as a little blog of the adventures of Jay Gatsby and Nick Carraway (plush form :3)

I’ll be taking these little guys on two New York trips that I’ve got booked so stay tuned for that, and I’ll be taking them to future comic cons where me and my best friends cosplay TGG !! And I’ll be taking them on any trip I go on really.. So essentially, this is just going to be a silly blog of my plushies adventures, and my love for TGG (also I’m dying to interact with fellow members of the fandom so PLEASEEE hmu)