#jeb pyre

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UNDER THE BANNER OF HEAVEN (2022-) s01ep01 : When God Was Love

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Andrew getting ready for Emmy's 2022 with Zegna

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“I’m struggling, honey…”

“I love you…but I can’t struggle through this with you. I need you to do something for us. I need you to bear your testimony before our congregation. I need our girls to see and hear that their sweet father, our priesthood holder, that he still believes.”

Andrew Garfield in S1E7 “Revelation” | Under the Banner of Heaven

[andrew3garfield]

Andrew Garfield UNDER THE BANNER OF HEAVEN (2022) premiere - LA April 20, 2022

[orangechickenpillow]

The Bishop telling Jeb that "it’s a fact, women struggle more with feelings than men" after he's sat on his couch literally struggling to hold back tears while practically begging him for an answer to ease his mom’s pain...... I am filled with so much rage.

The whole “wOmeN aRe mOrE eMotiOnaL” thing is just... bad enough as it is, because obviously -- but it had an extra punch to it in this instance because Jeb is such an emotional person. In fact, we’ve watched him struggle with overwhelming emotion for a whole three episodes at this point. We’ve watched him cry, panic, doubt, struggle, and nearly break over and over again as he watches his community (and his faith) fall apart from the inside out, all while dealing with anxieties about his family -- which have been increased tenfold by the murder of a woman and child so close to home.

So when the Bishop looks him in the fucking eyes and essentially tells him “your dementia-suffering mother is just Being Dramatic because she’s a Woman” and “you’re a man so you don’t feel things as strongly as women do, haha thank goodness for that, am I right?” Is just such a slap in the face. 

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S01E06: Revelation

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Hii Hayes!!!

Congrats on 1.5k!! 🥰🥳 Very well deserved indeed. I love your work ❤️

I'm here to ask for some austen if you feel up for it. I was out of ideas for quotes so I went into my notes app and I found this from The Cruel Prince by Holly Black:

It turns out that having kissed someone, the possibility of kissing hangs over everything, no matter how terrible an idea it was the first time.

I was wondering if you could write something on it with Jeb Pyre (or any of your other characters I love them all).

Love ❤️🥰

thank you thank you hun!!! i don't think I've ever written a blurb so fast, this quote is so perfect!

cw: post utboh, smoking, drunken kissing, allusions to loss of faith, very brief mention of hitting knuckles as a punishment {1.5k}

austen - the queen of romance. send me a favourite quote of yours (can be anything! books, poetry, plays, songs) and I'll make it the theme of a little blurb/dialogue

he had been drunk. the first time, at least. he still wasn't used to being drunk, had spent so many years being told it was a sin.

maybe it was a sin, but he didn't care anymore.

wanting you felt a little bit like that, too. like it was wrong, like you were something out of bounds he should feel bad indulging in, made him feel like a child sneaking treats out of the pantry when nobody was looking, waiting for somebody to come scold him, hit his knuckles until they couldn't reach anymore.

it didn't help that you were younger than him, not much but just enough for it to make everything feel a little scandalous, the pretty young thing at the front desk who had caught his eye on day one.

he had felt worse about it, then, when you had first met, about seeing you and immediately wondering what you felt like, what you smelt like, what you tasted like.

he got to find out all those things, eventually, in the alley of a cop bar at midnight during a retirement party. he had watched you slip out of the back door, finds you lit by the dim, flickering yellow of the street lights and the faint glow of your cigarette. god, you were bad. bad for him. a bad idea. reaching, knuckles waiting to be hit.

you smile at him when you see him approaching, all wide and warm, red painted lips curving deliciously.

he smiles back, smaller, a little less sure. he might be drunk, but he wasn't far gone enough to not realise he was encroaching on dangerous territory just by being here with you, alone in the dark. he still wasn't even sure if you thought about him like that, the way he thought about you, takes all the half glances he had caught over the past couple of months and calls them circumstantial evidence at best.

there's no greeting as he slides next to you, back pressed to the steady brick wall. all you do is offer him your cigarette, already burned halfway down and stained lightly with your lipstick.

"i don't smoke, but thank you, though."

you don't relent, keep your hands stretched between you, ash swaying slowly to the ground. "can you be tempted?" by more than a cigarette, yes.

he looks from the cigarette to you, watches the flutter of your lashes and those doe eyes looking up at him and thinks you must be doing this on purpose, putting on a show to draw him in, doesn't think anybody could look this beautiful without trying.

he takes the nub between his fingers without looking away from you, brings it to his lips with a long, steady inhale.

you start to grin at him, at some point in the seconds of his inhale, giddy realisation that he's done this before.

so maybe he had smoked, just a little, a few puffs behind the station when things got especially stressful, enough to take the edge off but not enough to come home smelling like smoke. you wouldn't mind, he thinks, if it was you he was coming home to.

"thought you said you didn't smoke."

jeb exhales, unwavering, relaxes against the building, proves to calm the hot anxiety spreading through his veins at this new proximity to you. "it can be our secret."

your smile softens, and you study his face so intently it makes his throat close up a little.

"needed a break?" he asks, just so he can change the subject, so he can break you out of whatever puzzle of him you were putting together in your mind. "from in there?"

he offers you the cigarette, and you accept it with a hum of agreement. "i don't think the wives like me very much," you mutter, look away to breathe in one last drag before snubbing it out against the brick. "don't trust me. think all i am is a skirt and a smile to distract their husbands."

jeb doesn't know what to say, and so he doesn't say anything.

there's nothing to do now, with the cigarette gone, has to give you his whole attention when you meet his eyes again. "do you find me distracting, jeb?"

there's silence, long and heavy.

jeb doesn't know what to say, and so he kisses you.

there's no delay, no surprise. you kiss him back like you had been expecting it all along, hooking your fingers into his loosened tie and pulling him to you until he's pressing you against the wall.

you're soft, like he knew you would be, soft where his hand comes up to cup your cheek and his arm moves to wrap around your waist. you taste like smoke and liquor and sugar and you smell the same, too, the sweet cut of your perfume and your lip gloss.

jeb doesn't remember the last time he kissed someone, but he sure as hell knows he's never kissed anyone like this, hot and hot and hot, molten honey dripping from your tongue.

the heavy back door opens with a screech, and by the time the two drunken officers stumble out of the bar jeb's already sprung to the opposite side of the alley.

they both fall past without noticing you, or the thick tension they walk right through, tripping over their own feet and into the deserted main road.

jeb's not sure if he's blanched or if he's blushing, but either way he's glad you can't tell under the dim lights.

he knows by the way you watch him as he walks into the station the next morning that you remember everything clear as day. jeb can, too, does more than just remembers it, can still feel you all over him like a haunting reminder of his indiscretions.

if he thought you were distracting before, he was unprepared for how distracting you were when you were trying. and you were really trying, always coming up with new ways to corner him, to get him alone in the copy room or the break room or even just walk past him in the corridor, brush arms without catching his eye.

every time he would try not to look at you, and every time he would fail, would find your eyes already lingering and the quirk of a smile on your lips. he tries not to watch the curl of those lips, tries not to think about kissing you again.

he gets the overwhelming feeling that you're playing with him, a dangerous game of cat and mouse he's certain he's losing, on the precipice of getting eaten alive.

it's a deserted night, a sunday, and with no one to go home to jeb stays at work long after the sun has set over the mountains.

when he walks into the car park you're leaning against the hood of his car. you smile at him, like you had in the alley. you're even wearing the same lipstick. "i was starting to think you might be living at your desk."

"just, uh..." jeb furrows his brows at you, steps slowing until he pauses a safe distance away, taken aback, undeniably confused. "had a lot of paperwork to catch up on... are you... okay?"

"yeah, 'course i am," you're still smiling, sickly sweet, tone almost too innocent, the type of innocence that only exists to hide something wicked underneath. "i just didn't really feel like going home by myself, so i was wondering if you wanted to... do something tonight."

he almost misses it. by myself. "... together?"

your smile brightens, amusement in your eyes now, and you breathe a gentle laugh as you tilt your head. "yes?"

jeb has to clear his throat, tries not to draw too much attention to the way he loosens his tie a little, an attempt to remember how to breathe again. "uh, what did you have in mind?"

"i don't know, anything, really. dinner? movie?" and, after a few beats, "or you could just take me home, if you'd like."

jeb gapes at you, just slightly, the lightest purse of his lips, and he doesn't mean to but he also can't seem to stop.

"don't look so scared," you smile, back to playing that faux innocence. it's sheer now, though, jeb can see exactly what's underneath, and it takes a lot more restraint than he's willing to admit to not give into it immediately. you take a slow step forward, and then another, soft clack of your heels against the concrete ringing in his ears. "i don't bite, promise."

jeb still hasn't closed his mouth, and now you're close enough that he thinks you might actually act upon it when you look at his lips. he speaks, only because if he kisses you again he's not sure he'll be able to stop. "dinner sounds nice."

come join my 1.5k sleepover!

[royalsunshinehotel]

Jeb Pyre (SFW Alphabet)

A/N: I am not in the mormon church, but about 30% of my friend group are ExMos, so I will be using what I’ve heard from them. This alphabet is for Jeb post-excommunication (because lets be real people have been Xed for less)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Jeb’s kind of emotionally fried, so he has to start small. I think he’s definitely into forehead kisses and Acts of Service. 

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He’d be a solid best friend, we see this with his partner, Bill Taba. I’m on the train that Jeb is kinda reserved until he gets comfortable with you. He’ll be great! You could call him from any payphone and he’d come pick you up! You’d take a polaroid of his first official frostie from Wendy’s! 

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?

Jeb isn’t really familiar with cuddling to begin with. You,  as his partner, kinda have to show him what’s what. This involves you pulling him onto the couch and just putting his head on your chest. 

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Oh he’s so ready. BORN ready. The best dad ever tbh. Jeb’s a bit of a neat freak, just because he wants to know where everything is, and for cooking, he’s got like 2 things he can make. In his defense, it’s an excellent grilled cheese. 

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do\ it?)

It would be messy, ugly. You know that Jeb, in his soul, is a kind person, but it doesn’t show. It’s a massive fight, Jeb starts to have a meltdown, and he takes you right down with him. It’s over. 

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

I feel like after his divorce (yeah shut up what about it), he’d be a bit skittish, only about the title. About three months into your relationship, Taba has to tell him that the two of you are dating, and he’s stunned. It helps his anxiety about your relationship because hell! He’s already in it!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

The most gentle man. Help. ALl of that evil, all of that horror, only made him more soft. 

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Oh he’s a big fan! He will be putting his hand on the back of your neck to hug you deeply. 

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I truly in my heart believe that he’d have to talk to Bill about it first. Like mans is scrambled after the case, and Taba has more “real life” experience outside of the church. 

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Jeb hasn’t been jealous since he was 9 and his older brother took his pair of converse without asking! He basically sulked until his brother came home, and then bluntly, asked if the brother in question would wash the shoes. THis results in the Pyre house needing a new washing machine, but what about it?

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Soft! Soft! Soft! His kisses are always soft and sweet. He’s a big fan of kissing you on the temple and forehead, and he likes to be kissed on the cheek. 

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

LOVES kids. He loves kids so much! Jeb is dialed in to the children’s wavelength and it’s a goddamn skill. 

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Jeb’s an early riser. When he was in school, he’d start his day between 4-5 in the morning! This being said, he’s always up before you. Most of the time, he’s trying to cook breakfast, and add a third dish to his repertoire, but lately he’s just been hanging in bed with you. 

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Jeb goes to bed early, I feel like 9:30pm is late for him. He can stay up, obviously for work, but it’s not his favorite thing. 

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Look, he wanted to turn over a new leaf when he was kicked out of the church, but as he was raised in it, he still has some deeply-programmed loyalty. He’s quiet, until you know what kind of questions you need to ask. 

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Patience of a goddamn saint, and it’s so fucking annoying. 

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He does alright! Sometimes Jeb’s in his head, not really *in the moment*, but all of the information you give him is packed away in his brain. 

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Jeb likes to have 2/4 locks locked on the door at all times. He’s a big fan of walking on teh street to keep you safe. He thinks he doesn’t need protection, but you know that he’d apologize to someone who knocked him down. You’re tough enough for the both of you. 

If something went down at work, he’d give you a call, and tell you to grab the girls, grab a go-bag, and start driving away. The car always has a full tank due to this reason. 

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He’s trying so hard!! You’re pretty lenient and insisting that he relax and heal from all that stress and trauma, but he wants to tell you he cares for you

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He leaves his towel from the shower in weird places. I also feel like he calls your name across the house, and even when you respond, he doesn’t stop until you find where he is. 

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

I feel like since life has changed so drastically, he pays more attention to his looks. He’s dressing a little more conservatively and I do think that this man expands his wardrobe in this limbo period. It’s good to feel some control over your appearance, if nothing else, and that’s what Jeb does. 

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Mans has been hurt. He was kicked out by his entire community, he needs all the support he could get, and for a long time, it’s just you and Bill. He could probably technically get by, but he wouldn’t really want to. 

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

This isn’t too far of a leap, but Jeb actually loves being a GirlDad. Once he recovers from the Lafferty case, he focuses on his girls. We’re talking nail polish, stuffed animals, self defense training, learning to braid. He wouldn’t be mad at a son but he’d take a minute to get a handle on it. 

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t go for another Mormon, the church is too corrupt. He’d also hate someone who’s picky with their foods, ie tearing it apart instead of actually eating it. 

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He’s so still, you have to check if he’s breathing. Jeb Pyre sleeps on his side of the bed, once he puts his head down he doesn’t move until his alarm goes off.

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I'm unwell.

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Andrew Garfield as JEB PYRE UNDER THE BANNER OF HEAVEN (2022-) 01.07 | Blood Atonement

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Big shocker I’m thinking about UTBOH again...

I’ve been thinking about Jeb and reading “Cultish” by Amanda Montell, and had some sort of epiphany about my feelings leaving the church. I remember growing up I would hear the church called a cult a lot, and all the mormons I would talk to about it had strong opinions. “Of course the church isn’t a cult!” usually followed by laughter, “You can leave whenever you want!”

Can you?

That’s when I started thinking about Jeb again (lets be honest when am I not). Andrew Garfield did a fantastic job with his faith crisis scene, but I could never put my finger on why I connected with it so much, why it meant so much to see it on screen. He shows why the “you can leave whenever you want” counterpoint feels so off: you can leave the church whenever you want, but it’s painful. You can see how painful it is for him in that car. His whole life is crumbling down around him, and that’s exactly what it feels like. Why would you leave when it would bring you so much pain? Everyone he loves would be impacted by his decision to leave the church. Everyone! That is huge crazy immense pressure! That’s not even considering the eternal complications if you’re making the wrong choice, if your doubts really are evil. My family converted when I was like 6 or something, and my biggest motivator in the church was making sure I could get into the celestial kingdom to be with my parents forever. Leaving the church not only meant my whole life was in vain, but if I was wrong, I would be cast out from my family for eternity. And my family was in it for a relatively short time! It’s always the bloodline mormons that say it’s not a cult, even though it would be hardest for them to leave. 

I think I often feel silly for still thinking about the church so much 3 years after I left, but seeing a faith crisis helps me put it back in perspective. So to any other ex-mormons perusing Tumblr: I’m proud of you. Whether you were born in the church or converted, you did a hard thing and I’m proud of you.

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detective taba appreciation post (utboh spoilers)

I’ve barely slept in three days and definitely shouldn’t be up now, but I made the decision to watch Under the Banner of Heaven E6 as soon as it came out and here is my conclusion (spoilers below the cut):

The real hero in this narrative is not Jeb Pyre. It’s Detective Taba.

(ANDREW GARFIELD STANS DON’T COME FOR ME, I love him and Pyre is also a fantastic character in his own right, but hear me out.)

If the extreme happens and Taba dies or gets hurt in episode 7, with the narrative purpose of either saving Pyre’s Mormonism (deathbed-convincing Pyre to cling to his faith - an unexpected and touching appeal from a supposed “zealot in the Church of Caffeine” who has actually respected, protected, and advocated for Pyre’s faith and religious practice all season) or severing Pyre’s connection to it entirely, it will suck majorly in terms of the fridging/suffering of a Native character to serve a white character’s development. That being said: it would also fit a pattern, because despite their friendship, and a few touching moments (e.g. Pyre rescuing Taba at the cabin), Pyre has in many ways treated Taba as being disposable this entire time.

The hard truth is that Pyre has been consistently willing to ignore or tolerate racism against Taba, even when it occurs directly in front of them both. The violence and bigotry Taba is subjected to became visible as soon as we met him and has been escalating rapidly over the course of the season, going from the forest ranger’s microaggressions, to Sam’s wife’s blatant racism talking about his skin color, to Bishop Low and his wife treating Taba (a detective) like some kind of dangerous invader in their home, to now, in this last episode, Mrs. Lafferty 1.0 all but calling him racial slurs to his face and a fundamentalist whackjob accusing him of being subhuman - of being used to abominations like the murder of a mother and a fifteen month old baby. The warning signs, the signs of escalation, the signs that Taba is in increasing danger, were there this whole time (as well as all the tropes: all the times Pyre let Taba go alone into a dangerous situation even though he comments on it being dangerous; Taba talking about and showing pictures of his [estranged?] kids, which never bodes well), right under Pyre’s nose.

Pyre has never defended Taba from this, even if he values and cares for Taba as a partner, friend, and confidante. None of Pyre’s crisis of faith seems to involve reflection on the racism in his religious community and their doctrine, and the ways he’s seen it enacted against his partner and friend, even and especially in this single investigation alone. Instead, what Pyre has done is censure Taba in the few instances when he’s reacted against the hypocrisy of the faithful (not even against the racism directly), asking Taba to moderate his tone, to cool off, to step back, to stay silent. If the series culminates in this – if Taba dies or is harmed – Pyre will be complicit, whether or not he realizes it. 

And yet meanwhile, in the background, Taba has been working tirelessly to bring the murderers to justice, and has done nothing but try to make the Mormons around him feel comfortable and safe and understood, despite the fact that they do little or nothing to reciprocate. 

He is constantly thinking of Pyre’s family, of potential threats to Pyre’s family, and trying to protect them. He knows about everyday aspects of Mormon life such as blessings and family home evening, and, unprompted, tells Jeb to go home to his family for it. He gives the girls the skates they wanted but didn’t get for Christmas. He works through the night while Pyre goes home.

With rare exceptions, he changes his language and habits around Pyre and the other Mormons. He seems to chew gum instead of smoking or indulging in other “vices” (and yet gets accused of drinking anyway, by those nasty detectives in E1). 

He’s willing to humble himself to the extreme in front of the stake president of a religion he doesn’t belong to, take insults on the chin, absorb the nastiness and the undercutting of his superior experience without commenting on it. Even though he also makes some efforts, out of compassion and humor, to help Pyre step out of his bubble – with the French fries, with insisting on telling him that he’s “goddamn proud,” instead of just “proud” - he also respects Pyre’s boundaries, and doesn’t start debates or push him farther than he wants to go. 

And so when Taba (GOD, WHY) steps out of the car at the end of E6, making the decision to follow Onias, alone and unarmed, into the dark - bravely, foolishly making the decision to potentially take on all of the brothers himself, to finally take this fundamentalist cult down for himself as well as for the victims, now that Pyre’s not here in harm’s way and Pyre isn’t here to stop him...part of me is terrified for him, and the other part recognizes: this is the hero going for it, ready to save the day, no longer waiting for permission or approval from anyone else, no longer putting up with anyone else’s vitriol and stupidity, and honestly, hell yeah. 

[andrew3garfield]

UNDER THE BANNER OF HEAVEN (2022) 1x03

[orangechickenpillow]

I love how they let Bill and Jeb butt heads a little this final episode. Like, they’ve had their little moments (especially because Jeb is just so goddamn tense all the time -- understandably), but Bill has always diffused the situation or moved them past it. 

But this episode, he really became a lot more confrontational, and I love that. Because Bill is just such a patient, wise, understanding person, so it never came across as mean-spirited or out of control, if that makes sense? 

Like, even though they argued with one another, it never felt like they were at risk of having a falling out. Not once while I was watching their arguments did I think “oh shit, they’re not going to be friends anymore.” And I think that is solely because of the way Bill handles confrontation, and just generally carries himself. 

I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again, and I will not be shutting up about it: Gil Birmingham did an absolutely fantastic job, and Bill Taba was a showstopping character.