#gussie granger

[hitchell-mope]

Hello Dolly remake fancast.

Dolly Levi. Idina Menzel

Horace Vandergelder. Robert Downey Junior

Ermengarde Vandergelder. McKenna Grace.

Ambrose Kemper. Andrew Barth Feldman.

Cornelius Hackl. Daniel Radcliffe

Barnaby Tucker. Finn Wolfhard

Irene Molloy. Emmy Rossum.

Minnie Fay. Sophia Anne Caruso

Gussie Granger/Ernestina Simple. Anne Hathaway.

Rudolph Reisenweber. Daniel Brühl.

[pupsmailbox]

STARTING WITH G

MASCULINE︰ gabe. gabriel. gael. gage. gale. galen. gallagher. gannon. gareth. garey. garfield. garnet. garnett. garret. garrett. garrick. garry. garth. gary. gaston. gatlin. gavin. gaz. geffrey. gene. genesis. gentry. geoff. geoffrey. geordie. george. georgie. gerald. gerard. gerardo. gerrard. gerry. gervase. gian. giancarlo. gianluca. gianni. gib. gibson. gideon. gilbert. gill. gilroy. gino. gio. giovani. giovanni. gladwin. gladwyn. glen. glenn. go. going. gonzalo. gord. gorden. gordie. gordon. gordy. grady. graeme. graham. grahame. granger. grant. gray. graysen. grayson. greg. gregg. gregory. gresham. grey. greysen. greyson. grier. griffin. grosvenor. grover. guillermo. gunnar. gunner. gus. gustavo. gyles.

FEMININE︰ gabby. gabriela. gabriella. gabrielle. gaby. gaia. gail. gaila. gale. galelia. galilea. gardenia. garnet. garnett. garnette. gayla. gayle. geena. gemma. gena. genesis. genette. geneva. genevieve. gentry. georgeanna. georgene. georgetta. georgia. georgiana. georgianna. georgie. georgina. geraldine. geralyn. geri. gerri. gerry. gertie. gertrude. gia. giada. giana. gianna. gianni. giavanna. gift. gifty. gill. gillian. gina. ginger. ginnie. ginny. giovanna. giselle. gisselle. githa. gitty. giulia. giuliana. gladys. glenda. glenna. gloria. gloriana. go. going. goldie. grace. gracelyn. gracelynn. gracie. graciela. gracyn. grecia. greer. greta. gretta. grier. griselda. guadalupe. guinevere. gussie. gwen. gwenda. gwendoline. gwendolyn. gwenevere. gwennyth. gwyneth. gytha.

NEUTRAL︰ gabbie. gabby. gabi. gable. gabriele. gabriell. gael. gage. galaxy. gale. galen. gallery. gambit. gamble. garden. gardiner. garland. garnet. gate. gather. gatlin. gatlyn. gauge. gauze. gavin. gavyn. gaylen. gecko. gem. gemini. gene. genesis. gentry. geo. geode. georgie. geri. germani. ghost. ghostly. giani. gianni. gianny. giavanni. ginger. given. giver. glen. glennon. glitch. glitter. glory. glycerine. glyph. go. going. golden. goner. goth. grace. gracen. gracious. gracyn. grady. grae. graesyn. grand. grant. graves. gravity. gray. graycen. graylen. graylin. graysen. green. greer. grey. greysen. grier. griffin. grime. grimoire. grounds. grove. guadalupe. guess. gutter. gwyn. gwynn.

[fromthemouthofkings]

@tyrannuspitch tagged me to share the opening sentences of my last ten fics and see if there are any patterns.

Let's jump right in, from newest to oldest:

It is rare that a day passes without the voice of a pal in need calling on young Bertram, without the shadow of an Aunt or some rummy circ. in need of fixing. (Jeeves and the Fox Hunt)

In the days after the cat leapt out of the bag, I found myself rather shaky. (On Touching Sunlight)

It was the end of the whole Gussie-Madeline-Angela-Tuppy tangle, and the young master was tired, half frozen through, and on the downswing from being nigh incensed. (Of Pine Trees and Earthworms)

Status? ART said in our private feed. (Redacted Parameters)

Izzy’s open eyes stared, blank and unseeing, at the blue sky above. (la vie en rose)

Izzy Hands wasn’t dead, though he wasn’t sure yet whether or not he was happy about this development. (as a crew)

Edward was dead, or as good as, but the moon was out, Zheng Yi Sao’s ship was disappearing on the midnight blue horizon, and everything, Izzy reflected, was not as utterly fucked as it might have been. (talk it through)

Outside, the rain was falling down. (and the rain came falling down)

Blackbeard, it was widely accepted, was one of the best thieves in the world. (paint your face like you're the mona lisa)

When Professor Minerva McGonagall showed up at the Grangers’ door one sunny day in the middle of July to tell Mr. and Mrs. Granger that their child was a witch, Hermione nearly cried. (Harry Potter, except everyone is trans and JK Rowling can die by my blade)

Interesting. One thing that stands out to me is that several of these are very chatty. Partially that's because I've been writing a lot of Jeeves fic recently and trying to match Wodehouse's style, but it's still interesting. I think I have a tendency to try to cram as much establishing information into a first line as quickly as possible, which is helpful for fanfic, which tends to skip over lengthy buildups and introductions (we don't need 'em) and right to the action as quickly as possible (especially important for shorter fics). It can get bloated or clunky without care, however.

The shortest sentences are from Redacted Parameters (which makes sense, since that's from Murderbot's POV and it is fairly terse and laconic) and and the rain came falling down (which is hilarious, because that's a Silmarillion fic from Finrod's perspective, and he is most certainly Not.) and the rain came falling down also makes a nice mirror with the last line, which is also the title of the piece, and I find that pleasing.

My four most recent fics have all been 1st person POV (Bertie, Jeeves, Bertie, and Murderbot in that order), though you wouldn't know it since both of Bertie's POVs open with him talking about himself in the 3rd person, haha. But I've been enjoying branching out into 1st person POV more often recently; I enjoy trying to match the voice of the original, it's a fun challenge in characterization and style.

All four of my OFMD fics start with someone's name, either Izzy's or Ed's (or both, as in mona lisa, "Blackbeard" is technically both of them)

There's also a lot of talk about someone being dead haha, though again I think that's a product of the way that OFMD s2 went.

All are past tense, which I was surprised by. A few years ago, my list would probably have included some fics in present tense as well. There's a lot of description/narration, and only one line of dialogue.

I think the sentence I'm most pleased with is from as a crew; it's short, it's punchy, it sets the scene immediately and gives a lot of information and character work in a short amount of time. (And it makes me laugh)

Overall, I think it's interesting that most of these sentences are doing a good amount of establishing work, though in slightly different ways.

Open tag! Anyone who is interested, feel free to join in! This was a lot of fun

[valancyjane]

Nowhere else to turn Chapter 89: Recuperation

‘Rapidly slapping footsteps catch Draco’s attention, as Madam Pomfrey snaps up her head in a frown.

“What on earth…? Who dares gallivant about my infirmary in such a foolhardy fashion?” she shrills, as the ajar door to his room springs fully open. Hermione skids inside, closely followed by Luna; the two young witches hurriedly stifle their breathless giggles as Madam Pomfrey flies to the foot of Draco’s bed. She angrily crosses her arms as she blocks their advancement.

“Hermione – Luna! Ladies, this is a hospital, not a racetrack! I’ve a mind to ban the pair of you from visiting, truly! I’ll thank you to find some dignity and composure at once.”

“Sorry! Sorry, Madam Pomfrey,” Hermione’s contrition is undermined by her curly head fruitlessly bobbing from side-to-side as she tries to see past the Healer. “Is Draco awake? Professor McGonagall said he’s going to make a full recovery– I have to see him– please, Madam Pomfrey!”. The urgency in her voice makes Draco’s lips gladly tilt upwards.

“I’m sorry we were running; it was my idea to race here,” Luna gallantly declares. “I’m very sorry, Madam – sometimes my naughtiness gets the better of my good sense, you know.” She shifts to the left, screwing up her face in what Draco assumes is a charming Luna-esque attempt at a conspiratorial wink.

“Oh, indeed?” Poppy sniffs. “Don’t bother pulling my leg, dear, we both know you’re being silly. Now, Miss– er, Professor Granger,” she stays Hermione’s bouncing form with a firm hand to her shoulder. “Draco will be perfectly fine in a day or two: but I must insist that you settle down. He needs rest, and quiet.”

“Of course, of course,” Hermione impatiently agrees. “Please– I need to see him– I need to make sure he’s OK – please…” her clear voice quavers, as Poppy’s pertinacious face softens infinitesimally...’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23994118/chapters/74018784

[thosebizzareserpents]

"I'm coming with you."

What?

"I didn't mince words Warrington."

"What's your aim Bulstrode, I don't time for any games. This isn't the Slytherin common room or the Inquisitorial Squad. I'm done with that shit, time for the real world."

"I know and I'm coming with you. You gotta have somebody."

"Somebody like who Bulstrode?"

"Potter has the Weasleys."

" Neville has Great-Aunt Gussy."

"Who the hell is Gussy?"

"I told you earlier Neville's grandmother Augusta is my grand-aunt."

Plus they have Dumbledore's Army and don't forget Potter's out there with Weasley and Granger.

Neville has Finnigan, Thomas, the Patils, Lovegood - basically a whole support group.

"You don't have anybody. You're alone Cassius - well you have your parents and grand-aunt but no friends.

"Tch, thanks a lot Millicent."

"It's Millie, and I know who you are, Susan and Poonima filled me in fifth year."

"Damn it, Bones and Fenwick."

"You never told your teammates about your grandfather or your family. Maybe one day you will but that's a huge maybe right now."

"I understand Cass, so I'll be with you as your friend."

"Thanks Millie."

[ezraquincredible]

So I just watched Hello Dolly for the first time in a long, long time.

I watched it once when I was a kid when my older brother was either Cornelius or Barnaby (I think Barnaby) in his high school musical about a million years ago. All I remembered was Dolly’s fantastic outfits and, of course, “Hello Dolly!”

Watching it as an adult was difficult, though. Don’t get me wrong, it’s super fun to look at and sing along to like any of the other classics, but even for a musical, the main couple just doesn't make any sense at all. Dolly's a fantastically independent and strong-willed woman. Why would she want to be with Mr. Wives Are For Cooking and Cleaning? Sure, he'd be fun to meddle with cuz he's an asshole, but wanting to marry him seems like a pretty big leap. I know musicals are generally meant to be fun and silly, but half of your interest in a musical is the characters. I just think it's a shame that the main love story sucks, cuz it's such a great musical otherwise.

Gimme a musical where Dolly Levi and Gussie Granger (and maybe other women too!) are a meddlesome duo causing trouble for shitty people on behalf of good people. Dolly doesn’t need a man in her life (she already had Ephram, who she still clearly loves, so like??? again, why Horace???), and maybe she’s bi and she and Gussie fall in love? Maybe she tries to match Gussie up with some guy and it turns out Gussie loved her all along and they have a happy gay ending? I dunno, I just see so many possibilities for a modern retelling of the story (or a sequel that comes after a divorce from Horace).

[wonderwinchester]

Hermione Granger by notamundane featuring a tennis bracelet ❤ liked on Polyvore

Purple dress / Gianni Bini pumps, €59 / Wilbur Gussie purple purse, €88 / Pink earrings, €2,24 / Lord Taylor rose necklace, €42 / Kenneth Jay Lane tennis bracelet, €67 / Dr Hauschka dr hauschka eyeshadow, €36 / Christian Dior fragrance, €105 / Lancome Juicy shaker, €16

[monalisaphoenixmoon]

I've given it a lot of thought

and I think my spirit animal is really Ernestina Simple from Hello Dolly. I mean, one minute she's sitting pretty on a parade float with a pig in the crook of her arm for some reason and the next she's pulling a fast one and antagonizing Walter Matthau like hell in a swanky restaurant. Girl's living my dream.* *I watched Hello Dolly a fuck-ton of times as a child, as you may have surmised.

[valancyjane]

Nowhere else to turn Chapter 86: Conference

‘Harry coughs a little, his sooty hair flopping over his forehead as he quietly says, “Um… I also wanted to say that– that I’d like– I’d love for you to make yourself at home, at Grimmauld Place, I mean. While I’m away– when I’m not away, too, of course– any time you like, not that I expect you to move in or anything– it’s too soon for that, yeah… but Kreacher gets lonely, you know, and I thought that you maybe wouldn’t mind spending some time with him, in the evenings, he’s a really good cook–”

“Harry. Shush,” she lays a silencing finger upon his parted lips, wondering anew at just how endearingly cute his nervous little speeches always are. He couldn’t be more charming if he actually tried; the best part is, he has no idea how sexy his sweetness is. Such a darling… my darling…

“If you’re certain Kreacher won’t mind the intrusion, I would like to drop by occasionally,” Pansy strives to keep her tone light and unconcerned, though butterflies are buffeting to and fro in her stomach. “I’ve developed a bit of a fondness for your record collection, you see – especially Stewart Rod, and The Windows.”

“I think you mean Rod Stewart, and The Doors, love,” Harry mildly corrects, though she can see the amused smile in his eyes. “I wish I could be there to listen to them with you… I’m going to miss you something dreadful, Pansy. Last night – last night was so special – you’re so special, and I just want you to know that I’ll be thinking of you constantly while I’m away.”

He’s determined to make me test the waterproof assurance on my new mascara. Pansy blinks away her stupid tears.

“Hey – you’d better not, I need you to concentrate wholly on the job, Auror Potter! The sooner you throw these bastards in the clink, the sooner you’ll come home, right?” she injects some spine into her wobbly voice. “Please be safe, Harry. I’ll miss you, too.”

“’Throw them in the clink’? Have you been watching old Muggle TV cop shows, love?” Harry grins, before he folds her back into his warm arms. “I’ll be safe as houses, don’t worry about me.”

Pansy lays her head against his chest, unable to speak for a few moments. How is it that being around Harry always makes me feel grounded, and whole? I feel so freaking happy… but I need to stop waiting for the other shoe to drop. Dr Rica was right when she said the universe isn’t actually out to get me. Urgh, being an adult is hard...’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23994118/chapters/73130550

[valancyjane]

Nowhere else to turn Chapter 85: Profession

“Gussie… please promise me you’ll be careful?” Blaise stares intently into her topaz eyes, threading his fingers through hers. “You’re a total kick-arse, cool-as-a-cucumber killer cat, and I have the utmost confidence in you – but I worry about you, darling.”

“I’m not sure about your mixed metaphors there, but I’ll take all that as a compliment,” Gus jokes. “I promise I won’t take any silly risks, Blaise. You don’t need to worry about me, orsacchiotto.” Eh, I hope I pronounced that right…

“’Teddy bear’?! I’m your teddy bear! Oh, Gussie!” Blaise actually picks her up and dances them about his office as she clings to his neck and laughs helplessly. 

“Your teddy bear Blaisey is always going to worry about you – I guess that’s part and parcel of wooing a cop,” Blaise stops gallivanting as he processes his own words. “Cazzo– I’m dating a cop,” he breathes in astonishment as he settles her atop his fancy desk.

“Mmm… I did wonder when that was going to sink in. Do you have something to confess, Mr Zabini?” Gus teases.

“Yes, I’d like to report a crime – Auror Gilmont has stolen my heart,” he clutches at the named organ as she groans. “Too cheesy? Nah, too much is never enough with me.” Blaise links his hands behind her waist, his beautiful, generous lips drifting to within a few millimetres of hers.

“I should go… Kiss me, Blaise,” Gus closes the maddening gap as he happily acquiesces. She experiences a profound, primitive tug that resonates throughout her yearning body, her nerves immediately held in thrall to his touch and taste and smell… even his voice, as he hums in pleasure. Their tongues sensually tangle, their hands avidly stroking exposed skin and gripping strong young muscles...’

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23994118/chapters/72770349

[valancyjane]

Nowhere else to turn Chapter 57: Spring Equinox Gala Part 2 - The Boys

“Oh, really? Tell me, Malfoy… do you accept cash… or kind?” Hermione licks her lips excruciatingly slowly, taking care to seductively trace the outer borders of each vermilion-daubed labium. Draco watches raptly, entranced by the impromptu show.  

“Hunnnhhh… what? Kind – I accept payment in kind,” he gabbles, as Hermione leans close enough to kiss him… but doesn’t.

“Did you enjoy the lamb?” she enquires coquettishly.

“The lamb?” Draco repeats insensibly.

“Your main – the slow-grilled leg of lamb with minty yoghurt and salsa verde,” Hermione nods to the nearly empty plate before him.

“Yes, yes – the lamb was delectable… but I’d much prefer to be nibbling the leg of a certain two-legged curly-haired creature right now,” Draco decides to fight fire with fire. Hermione’s mouth gapes at his salacious intimation.

“Don’t pretend you aren’t wriggling helplessly in your chair every time you think about what I told you I intend to do to you tonight, Granger… I bet if I were to slide my fingers beneath that maddening slit in your superb dress, and run them up to the juncture of your thighs… slip my fingertips betwixt your smooth skin and hot little knickers… I’d find you wet and needy for me… wouldn’t I, sweetheart? Would you like me to demonstrate?” Draco quickly arranges the draped edge of the thick white tablecloth to better cover both their laps, his breathing already shallow and irregular.

Hermione turns the tables on him before he can set his lascivious plan into motion; Draco freezes as her agile little fingers scurry beneath his black outer robes and unerringly locate the buttoned fall of his trousers. She rubs the hefty bulge beneath once, twice, before her hand scrabbles at the buttons and undoes the top two, slipping inside his pants and cupping him tightly through the last layer of his fitted cotton boxers.

Gripping the edge of the table for dear life, Draco can do naught but vaguely stare straight ahead; Hermione’s incendiary words are a warm torment in his ear.

“Try to look natural – there you are, breathe, mon chéri,” she murmurs huskily, her clever fingers finding and opening the single button on the boxers, until they are skin-to-skin. “You’ve been quite the tease tonight, Draco… whispering your filthy sweet somethings in my ear, riling me up until I am indeed antsy with the need to be with you… to claim you too, my handsome, sexy wizard…”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/23994118/chapters/66920404