#GINA MY BELOVED

[uu-tella]

Happy Birthday GINA!!

This is entirely based on this extra explaining that Gina and Ichico chose Tella's new uniform. I like to think that Gina uses Tella as a living mannequin to play dress up with (and he can't really say NO, can he?)

Art by: @lovethedanielhd

[starrrbakerrr]

So, I have to ask, do you still keep in touch with the dog from the show? There were seven of them over the years. They all retired to a farm upstate. Oh, that sounds so... They're dead. The "farm" is heaven.

[mewwile]

Gina Fa, in a more celestial vibe.

[pralinesims]

The idiot squad + tumblr text posts

[cat-shouty-13]

Come get your juice :)

[ghostlyarchaeologist]

"We're gonna go back to basics, and we're gonna do a little role-playing. Gonna start with persuasion techniques."

Leverage S01E11 The Juror #6 Job.

Bonus:

[midnigtartist]

Got into The Great Ace Attorney with my sister and spent the last week and a half working on these. It’s a very charming game even if you aren’t super big on the ace attorney games. I def recommend watching @jelloapocalypse stream it over on twitch, fucking hilarious I binged it while working on this

[your-zipper-is-down]

Gina protecting Fuuko!

[schrodingers-catgirl]

TOP 10 ACE ATTORNEY CHARACTERS (THIS IS 10. TRUST ME) 1 - Baker Street Guys (including Gina) 2 - Every Fey Woman (excluding morgan and misty, including dahlia and iris) 3 - Athena Cykes 4 - Myriam Scuttlebutt

[cinnamonnins]

dgs3 makes ginasusa canon ok trust me

[marisatomay]

gina @ethanhunt-deactivated20230911 had their acc deactivated i’m gonna snjfkekfkrkekkjdkfkdkr

[snixx]

changed lives btw

[sarcasticsunshine123]

Gina: I love you, EJ.

EJ: I love you, too, Gina.

(Beat)

EJ: We both love you as well, Ricky

Ricky: Thanks. I was feeling left out.

[aroundthewaygirlao3]

Back at it with my version of how, post-S4 canon, EJ and Gina reunite as adults, when they're ready for their second chance.

Welcome to A Second Chance Is All.

EJ is starting his third year of teaching with some bad news: The funding for the film club and a cappella group that he runs has been slashed by the San Diego Unified school board, and he's got to figure out how to keep his kids' dreams alive. With Ashlyn's help, he devises a plan to save their program. Which involves as assist from some famous faces... including Gina.

A few hours north in Hollywood, Gina's about to be canceled after a series of on-set events and a tell-all interview paint her as a difficult diva. She needs to get out of LA and away from the glare of the paparazzi and gossip sites. When Ashlyn reaches out saying EJ needs her help, she finds herself on the road to San Diego searching for a redemption arc, and on a collision course with her past.

As they work with EJ's next generation Wildcats to make magic happen, old feelings resurface and old wounds get reopened. Can they set all that aside to help the kids? Or will the things that broke them apart the first time end up being the ones that put them back together for good?

A Portwell Future Fic about finding your way back to the things that really matter, and making the most of second chances.

[cable-knit-sweater]

Bestie, I see you’re going for 200k written before the clock strikes midnight on the 31st ✨

Can we get some stucky based on your 34th track?! Perhaps a little prewar softness if it happens to fit? 🥺

Love ya bunches 💕

Ginaaaa baby 💕💕💕 lolol I might be 😂

I love you too!!!💖 Also, your pick 1000% works for a little prewar stucky, and it’s perfect because we both like to make Ms Swift’s songs into stevebucky songs 🥰🥰

Obviously, I had to go with these lyrics: Summer went away // Still, the yearning stays // I play it cool with the best of them // I wait patiently // He's gonna notice me //It's okay, we're the best of friends // Anyway

I hope you enjoy it (although it’s a little more angsty and a little more pining than I’d planned, oops 😂) 💕💕💕

He doesn’t understand how it keeps getting worse. Those feelings he has for Steve growing stronger and stronger every year, going from a little crush into full-blown longing. He kind of waited for the feeling to go away at first, praying that it would, but now he knows he’s helpless against it. He could never not love Steve. He never had a chance of not falling in love with him either.

If only he could find a way to tell him, in a way that doesn’t scare the shit out of Steve, or himself. He hasn’t figured it out yet. So until he does, he tries his best to hide it. He thinks he’s pretty successful, hiding it from Steve at least. Not so successful in hiding it from everyone though, judging from the looks Mrs Rogers gives him sometimes.

He tries to hide it by going out, going dancing with another girl every weekend.

He tries to ignore the fluttering feeling in his stomach when Steve asks him if he can just stay - when Steve’s hiding out at his house, just so he doesn’t have to face his mom after getting into another fight (when he promised her not to).

He tries to stop himself from reaching out and smoothing out the wrinkles on his forehead when Steve unavoidable gets angry with something or someone. Tries to not let the overwhelming feeling of love floor him each and every time Steve gets passionate about standing up for what’s right.

He tries to hold back confessions of love when he’s huddled together with Steve on his small cot, as Steve is burning up with another fever or shaking from the cold, instead pressing closer under the guise of trying to comfort him. He tries to keep his prayers to please not take Steve from him to a whisper, because he’s sure he’d give himself away in an instant if anyone heard his pleas.

He tells himself it’s okay. They’re just good friends, will be the best of friends, until the end of the line. He shouldn’t want more. But god, he does.

He tries so hard to not let it all break his heart.

Until one day, he stops trying. Steve’s sitting on Bucky’s bed, knees pulled up to his chest, angry tears running down his face. They moved in together a couple of months ago, after Steve’s mom died. It’s been hell on Bucky’s ability to hold himself back. But he has, until now.

It’s not like Steve to cry over another failed date. Bucky doesn’t get why he’s so upset, so he asks.

“It’s just…you’re gonna find someone and I’m gonna be on my own, like I always have been, and always will be,” Steve croaks out, dropping his knees down and angrily wiping his face. “Why are you even here? You should be out with Lizzie having fun, instead of at home with me,” he redirects fury at himself for being emotional about this at Bucky.

But he’s never gonna let Steve push him away. “Because I want to be here, with you, punk,” he says, sitting down on the bed beside Steve. “And don’t you say that. Don’t you say that you’re alone, always have been. We promised, didn’t we? Until the end of the line?”

Steve looks sufficiently chastised. “Yeah, till the end of the line Buck,” he murmurs back, a little sheepish.

They sit side by side silently for a while. Maybe, maybe this could be the moment, Bucky thinks.

“You know, I don’t even know if that’s for me. Settling down with a girl, the whole picket fence thing you apparently have imagined for me.”

Steve looks up at him, a frown on his face. “Why not? You deserve that.”

Bucky sighs. “I just…I don’t think that’s what I want. What I want I don’t…I don’t think I can have,” he says, swallowing heavily. Why is this so hard?

When Steve doesn’t say anything, Bucky glances back at him, and what he sees overwhelms him a bit. There’s confusion on his face, sure, but also something he thinks is hope. “What-what do you think you can’t have?” Steve asks in a whisper, large blue eyes staring so intensely at Bucky he feels like they can see right through him, into his soul.

He swallows heavily again, carefully reaching out with his hand to rest his on Steve, waiting for him to pull away.

“I- I don’t know how to…” he trails off, closing his eyes. Maybe it’s now or never, and if he doesn’t, he’ll regret it for the rest of his sorry life. “You’re never gonna be alone Stevie, because I’m always gonna be there. Even if I can’t …if I can’t have you,” he says, holding his breath, waiting for the warmth of Steve’s hand to pull away from his, waiting for Steve to be angry, to leave, or worse.

None of that happens. Steve leaves his hand right where it is, turning around to face Bucky more - he knows because he can feel the thin mattress dip, not because he sees it, he can’t bear to look Steve in the face right now.

“Oh Buck,” Steve sighs, “please look at me?”

It takes everything in him to do as Steve asks, and when his grey blue eyes meet Steve’s blue green ones, there’s nothing even resembling disgust in them, only joy.

Steve turns his hand around so he can intertwine their fingers. “Jesus christ, I thought I was gonna go insane, thinkin’ I was just imagining it all,” Steve says, and he’s laughing, and it’s the most beautiful thing Bucky’s ever seen. “Of course Bucky, of course you can have me. ‘ve always been yours.”

That’s the moment Bucky stops holding back entirely, practically throwing himself at Steve, kissing him with all that he has. It’s clunky at first, a lot of teeth, because neither of them can stop laughing - they’re a little delirious, too giddy and relieved and happy. But eventually it slows down into something softer, and it’s all he’s been waiting for, all he’s been yearning for. It’s everything.

[a-map-of-gays]

If Stranger Things ends and Steve never uses his Farrah Fawcett hairspray to make a flame thrower then I will personally fight the duffer brothers