#lunalove-blr

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

Hi 👋

I’ve just finished a rewatch of GG, and I’m really in the mood for a Lorelai/Luke baby-fic.

Do you have any recommendations?

Hi friend!!!! I'm sorry it took me so long to reply to this, but I did *research* in preparation for it. And honestly, I am the worst person to ask about this because my ability to focus well enough to read has completely degraded over time--probably due partly to tech-addled distractiveness (it's genuinely alarming how much time I spend on my laptop), but mostly due to the Adderall shortage and how poorly my replacement ADHD meds fill in that gap. So in the last few years, I've almost entirely stopped reading, especially compared to the bookworm child and book hoarding adult I used to be.

I subscribe to amazing authors on AO3, but since I don't feel up to reading, I have a system: whenever I get notifications of their new work in my email, I open the new stories and bookmark them. I therefore have a giant collection at this point on AO3, a 'tbr' pile of fanfic not dissimilar from my endless watchlist or my nearly 8k onetab hoard that needs dealing with. Which will be nice for me someday when I actually explore them, but isn't at all helpful for reccing needs.

The second reason I'm not your best bet for this specific query is that while I have definitely read GG fic, I rarely read baby-fic of any kind. I don't avoid it, but I also don't seek it out...so when you asked, I couldn't recall if I had ever read a Luke/Lorelai one. (Comparatively, I come across them--and have even occasionally written them--for other ships more often, like Josh/Donna.)

So, since my memory isn't that great, but the internet's memory can be very helpful that way, I headed to my AO3 history. I went through fifty-four pages of my entire reading history for you, just to be absolutely sure I wouldn't miss anything. (And while I have read fic that people posted elsewhere, it happens very very rarely, so my AO3 history is a better indicator.)

Therefore, based on my thorough research, I can say that unhelpfully I don't have a single L/L baby-fic to recommend, because I've never read any! Let alone decided on some favorites. So I'm hoping this will inspire anybody who reads this to add *their* recs if they have them, in comments or reblogs or even by sending them to me if that's easier. (Anons go crazy, my submissions are open too.) I hope you find some good ones to read after all. :)

[allpartofthejob]

@lunalove-blr that's very likely 😅lol.

And I'm sure it would suit her! He can bet his hat on it.

Jack: Who keeps stealing my hat? If I ever see them wearing it I’ll -

Phryne: *walks in wearing Jack’s hat*

Jack: - love them with all my heart.

[lasshoe]

Hi 👋

Just wondering whether the choice of “Non, je ne regretté rien” as the ending song of Ted Lasso s1 has been discussed in the fandom?

It seems a quite interesting choice, when we’re coming straight from Ted asking Rebecca “did I get you”.

lemme tell you i've spent my entire morning looking for THIS POST because i remember it pointing out the use of the end of the song with the lyrics

"i don’t regret anything that’s happened to me because it’s brought me here to begin my life with you"

which seems so..... specific

[yesmadamepresident]

6 for the tdbm ask?

Thank you for asking!

6. When did you first watch TDBM, and when did you join the fandom? What got you into it?

@love-letters-x-cardigan-sweaters was the one who got me into it! She and I were already mutuals because of Madam Secretary, and I saw her posting tdbm stuff - specifically, I remember seeing a video of the cocoa kiss and a gifset with the "we have both known loss like the sharp edge of a knife" quote and I thought it looked really good. So in like, September or October of 2020, I messaged her and asked where I could watch it. It was weeks or even months before I actually started watching it, I think, but by December I was really into it and messaging her every day with my thoughts and reactions. We had so much fun with that! I finished the show and the telemovies on like, January 6th or 7th 2021, and Jeanuary had just started, and I immediately got super into it. So that's when I joined the fandom. So it's been like a year exactly!

[nunonabun]

Turnadette #20?

20 …on a scar.

Something of a follow-up to this. Fairly long, so it’s under the cut.

He set his bag down heavily. Sister Frances had been nervous about the labour of a first-time mother that was running a bit long and he’d opted to go and assist her. His presence ended up being more helpful for morale than for any medical assistance, but he was happy to help in any way he was needed. And he joyfully wet the baby’s head with Mr. Allen before returning home for the evening. Though the work had been far from demanding, he was thoroughly exhausted. A concern pricked at his ego, such a calm call-out wouldn’t have taken so much out of him even five years ago. Mr. Allen’s jovial comments about how relieved the good doctor must be to have left this trying experience behind him years ago would have been water off a duck’s back when Tim was still running about in short trousers.   

He shrugged off the troubling thoughts along with his coat, turning his attention to what supper Shelagh had left for him in the oven. 

Nothing. He sighed. She knew he’d been called out.

He made himself a sandwich and wolfed in down before making his way upstairs. 

Shelagh was just coming out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her hair, a slight cloud of steam emerging from the open door. She seemed to glow in the moonlit bedroom. He probably smelled of sweat and the smoke of the pack of Woodbines Mr. Allen had puffed through during his wife’s gruelling labour.

Frustration at the contrast of their evenings sharpened his words. 

“Looks like you had a relaxing evening. Is there any hot water left, or did you go through that along with the supper?”

Shelagh had the nerve to look affronted. “I’m sure there’s enough for a bath, and I’m sorry about your supper, there wasn’t any food left.”

Patrick pursed his lips, dissatisfied with the explanation. “You always cook for five, six when Timothy’s home, it couldn’t have been to hard to make enough for me as well.”

“Well, I apologize but I didn’t realize just how much Teddy would decide to throw on the floor and onto myself and his sisters, nor how much they would throw back before I managed to calm them down.” Her voice carried all of the tension he could see in her body. “I could make you something simple if you’re hungry.”

“No, no, I’ve done it myself while you had a nice soak.” That was unkind, he knew that, and he was mildly ashamed of himself, but it felt so good to let out his frustration.

“I’m sure it wouldn’t be preferable if you found me in bed with cottage pie in my hair,” she retorted sharply.

“I wasn’t aware it took hours to clean off a bit of cottage pie.”

“It takes a good while if the pie has been used to decorate the kitchen and you have three crabbit children to clean up and settle on your own.” Her eyes were reproachful, arms folded.

Patrick scoffed, “Oh, so now I’m at fault because I was out doing my job?”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind having a bit more support around the house. It’s past time you thought about taking on a young doctor to help with some of the work,” she forced her voice back down to a whisper, words coming out almost as a hiss.    

“I’m not fit for the dustbin just yet,” he snapped. “Sister Julienne is older than I am and you don’t go about telling her to give up work!”

“Patrick,” the forced conciliatory tone frustrated him while also making him feel exceedingly childish. “I never said you should give up work. It’s just that you have many calls on your time and for you especially being overworked is… unhealthy.”

He snorted and ran a hand down his face. “So I’m old and fragile then?

Shelagh was visibly struggling to restrain her own frustration. “No, that’s not what I’m saying and you know it.”

“Do I?” He fixed his eyes on her again, exasperated. “My war neurosis is in the past, we’ve established that. Yet you manage me like I might become an invalid at any moment.”

She blinked and frowned, recoiling as though the words had been a physical blow. “I thought that was helpful, reducing the stressors that might put you in the state you were in that time - ”

“I got out of much worse than that state on my own after the war, you don’t need to witter on about it every time I have a long day.” 

“I’m not wittering on about it, I’m just trying to take care of your health.” She looked hurt, and he harnessed his anger to push through the guilt.

He rolled his eyes. Could she not just let it go? “I don’t need to be taken care of, for goodness sakes, I’m your husband not your patient.”  

“Yes,” she agreed, her accent, thick with the emotion of the situation, stretched the ‘e’ to a melody of its own. She was very distressed now. “And that’s why I care so much about your wellbeing. I would have though you might as well, if you didn’t let your ego become more important than effect your absences have on our family.”

His words caught in his throat. His thoughts were moving to fast to catch ahold of. Patrick turned quickly and walked out of the room, out of the house and into the blissfully quiet night, leaving them each to their own grievances.

-*-

He had closed the door softly, thankfully mindful that this argument would be even worse with upset toddlers joining it. Shelagh was on the brink of tears. They’d grown in leaps and bounds since the early, confusing days of their marriage, but new challenges were never shy to present themselves. He needed space to process their argument, she knew that, but she needed him to talk to her. Not to talk at her and then close in on himself when she pushed back. Perhaps it was selfish of her to resent the feeling that he didn’t consider her needs. Had she properly told him that sometimes the way he took space hurt her? Or that she felt her own work never stopped? 

But why should she always have to tell him these things? She figured out what he needed when he struggled to communicate. She was always looking for ways to manage his stress and make things easier for him. Why could he not try to do that for her? That thought stood out loudly in her mind, and she disliked herself for it. Perhaps she had become selfish since she left the Order. Men often struggled to communicate their feelings and perceive those of their wives, was it not part of her role as a wife, as someone who loved and was loved, to facilitate that communication? And in any relationship each partner had different strengths, it was ridiculous to assume they were equally balanced in every element of their personality. That they complimented each other in many ways was as much of a strength as the qualities they had in common. But there were things that needed to be shared equally, she had learned that over the course of her marriage, and communication was one of them. 

She longed to speak to him about these thoughts, to have a discussion about it without their anger flaring up and ruining what understanding they’d managed to build up between them. Perhaps they still could this evening. Shelagh hated going to bed angry, and she knew Patrick did as well. He would be back from his walk soon enough, cooled off and likely more able to talk about these things. Perhaps she should take the time to stabilize her own emotions. She put on the kettle and began to hum the Vespers service to herself, emptying her mind of all but the calm the music brought her. 

~

It was misting lightly, the small particles of moisture diffracting the light of the streetlamps and causing the cobbles to shine.

He couldn’t rid himself of the memory of her face. She had looked hurt, tired and defeated, a look he sometimes saw if the children were being particularly trying and every other facet of her life conspired to add to the chaos. Normally he wasn’t one of them. A wave of guilt washed over him. He didn’t add to the chaos, but he didn’t help with it either. Not as much as he ought. Dr. Kenley had commented recently about how unnatural it was that wives were pursuing careers after they’d had children and husbands were assuming more responsibility for child-rearing, demeaning themselves, he’d said. Patrick had thought his family to be beyond those old-fashioned strictures. He and Shelagh were a modern couple, equals, sharing every element of their lives with one another. This honesty and closeness was something he cherished deeply. But was it also something he took for granted? Many of their conversations recently had been practical, solving problems and preventing disasters only on the level of scheduling, engaging with the emotions beneath that. He’d neglected to explain the concern he felt at growing older while his family was still young, and he’d neglected to ask about the troubles that weighed on her mind. He stared up at the moon, suddenly longing for closeness with his wife, to explain what he’d been feeling and apologize for what he’d been blind to. He turned back, his pace accelerating as he neared his home. 

-*-

She met him at the door, looking much as though she’d gone through the same introspection as he had. He gently took her in his arms, relief enveloping him as her arms encircled him. 

“I’m so sorry, my love. I took my frustrations out on you, and it was completely unfair.” He held out the olive branch, knowing that as the instigator, it was his responsibility to do so. 

She accepted it. “I certainly didn’t help the situation. I should have asked you to take your space before we talked.”

“And I’m sorry for taking it the way I did. I know it hurts you when I run off in the middle of a conversation.”

“It does,” she admitted. “But it’s nothing that talking it over now won’t heal.”

He nodded and pressed a kiss to her hair. “I’d like that too.”

She sat on the couch, and he removed his wet shoes and joined her.

“Do you really feel I treat you as an invalid?” She asked immediately, her face lined with concern.

He thought about his answer, trying to untangle his own emotions. “Not exactly, that was overstating things. I love that you look out for things that may… trigger me,” he started slowly, “but there are moments when I feel it’s a bit much.”

She accepted this revelation. “Would you tell me then, when you feel that way?”

“I will, absolutely. And much of the time I really do appreciate it. I wouldn’t have gotten through my last relapse, wouldn’t be able to be as open and comfortable as I am about it now without you, I want you to know that.”

She smiled, her eyes warm and soft now. But her brow remained furrowed. “So when I reproached you for working so much -”

He cut her off, “That was completely justified, both for my own sake and for you and the children.” He took a deep breath and held her hands in his own. Their warmth, and the gentle way her her thumb stroked his fingers soothed him. “If I’m being honest, you were right about my ego. I was feeling sensitive about my age, often am, really, and I think I’ve been trying to prove something to myself, and to everyone else, by working more.”

“Oh Patrick,” he could hear the pain in her voice. He pushed on, “It is self-destructive, as you pointed out, and it’s getting in the way of spending the time I want to spend with you and our children. And it leaves you with all of the burden of work and family. That’s not the life I want to be leading. That’s not what I want for us.”

Her soft hand on his face drew him into a healing embrace, the understanding and love they communicated through their lips, through the acceptance of the feelings they’d shared with one another a balm to old wounds. Their conversation continued long into the night, the sleep they lost was well worth the understanding and closeness they gained. Such an argument might happen again, they both knew that, but both learned from it, worked to be better partners. And they grew closer, as they knew they always would for as long as they loved one another enough to work through the problems they encountered and any friction that arose. Until death parted them.

[send me a number and ship and I will ship you a fic]

[rahleeyah]

Do you know that Stephen, Laura and Max are live on Facebook rn? (The Turners de CtM)

I did know!! lol I’m not watching but I’m sure it’s a good time lol 

[ladyyatexel]

lunalove-blr replied to your post: At least tiny Thirteen is here.

Have you seen the Build-a-Bear Dr. Who bears?

I had not but now that I know they exist and I can get the outfits separately, I’m emotionally vulnerable enough to be like okay, time to buy a soft cat or raccoon and put a Doctor outfit on it because i’m an adult

[omgthatdress]

Sidse Babett Knudsen (Danish actress from Westworld) as Sarah Sanders

oooh that’s a good one!

[daniellesdarrieux]

Hollywood Star ask: Story

Story: Describe where you grew up and where you are now

I grew up in a small town in France, it was immensely boring and dull, both the houses we lived in were in the middle of nowhere (think bike 30min at full speed going downhill to go to the center of town). I hated every second of it. 

I am currently living in Seoul (but I will move soon). I have a nice flat in a quiet neighbourhood, quite close to the Han River, filled with eeeeer mid century and vintage stuff we accumulated over the years. I fail at minimalism!!!

Thank you so much!!

[gaslightgallows]

Happiest of birthdays to you ❤️🤗

Thank you! :D

[theloversthedreamersandme82]

∞

This took me forever to answer. Sorry.

The song my shuffle landed on was 'My island home' by Christine Anu which is wierd cos I haven't listened to that song in ages.

Favourite lyric

Six years I've been in the city

And every night I dream of the sea

They say home is where you find it

Will this place ever satisfy me?

[actuallylorelaigilmore]

lunalove-blr replied to your post: possible coronavirus symptoms have arrived in my...

Please make sure to prioritise rest!

okay this was an especially sweet comment to get because i am of course terrible at that even when i’m not sick--and given how much stuff i create here, i don’t exactly expect people to be like ‘remember to go away!!’ out of love. i promise to get rest in addition to fluids <3 and look after myself til this passes!

[professortennant]

@lunalove-blr replied to your post: After having read a lot of your Lucien/Jean fic...

More more more!! And I’ll gladly prostitute myself for it!

(1) this is a very nice offer and possibly the best form of payment i've ever been offered for fic and (2) your review has unintentionally spawned a small prostitute/client AU oops???

[a-magpie-witchling]

Don’t know if you know of these, but saw them and thought of you.

[yesmadamepresident]

9 & 23 for the weird ask?

From this list.

Sorry this is from FOREVER ago but

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Honeysuckles!

23. strange habits?

I’m not really sure. I bite my nails a lot, which is certainly a bad habit. And I tap my fingers mindlessly, constantly. There are like, very specific rhythms/patterns I tap out. But neither of those is super strange, at least I don’t think so. A lot of the time (but not all of the time) when I’m reading something electronically on a phone or computer (like a fanfic or a reading for school or something) I’ll move the words to the top of the page, read to the bottom of the page, and then move the bottom to the top. Like, moving the exact same place on the screen to the top so that I’m reading exactly one screen of words at a time if that makes sense. I really don’t know why I do that, but maybe it counts as a strange habit.

Thanks for asking!

[lorelaigilmoure]

lunalove-blr replied to your post: actuallylorelaigilmore replied to your post ...

I started watching because I kept seeing your gifs here on tumblr, so I suppose I was biased as well, but that commentator must be crazy. “No chemistry”?! Even the actors think there is.

first of all the fact that you’ve started watching tdbm bc of my gifs just made my day and second of all, yes, they’re crazy, and there are only a very few ppl who say this and ignoring them is the best thing we can do.