#queens gambit

[balkanparamo]

Gordon Parks, Showgirls play Chess between Shows at New York’s Latin Quarter Nightclub, 1958

[mediademon]

The Queen's Gambit (2020)

Adjournment

[th3pr3tti3stprobl3m]

[motel6sloginslo1949]

in the light your sickingly beautiful

[sidraofthewildflowers]

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“Let’s play.” - Beth Harmon

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[sleepy-vix]

GUYS OH MY FUCK IM SCREAMING LIKE CRAZY

I FUCKING LOVE THE QUEENS GAMBIT AND MUSICALS ARE SO COOL AND YOU ALREADY KNOW I ADORE MITSKI RIGHT OH MY GODDDDD-

i cant remember any mitski loving moots other than @pickledsad augshsjsjs !!!

[pedropascsl]

THE OBSESSED ARTIST

“The trope of the obsessed artist refers to a character that strives to perfect their chosen craft and better themselves at it by any means necessary, which can lead to their own self-destruction in their pursuit of perfection”

[little-blurry]

Não sei porque meu corpo insiste em sabotar meu cérebro, ele é perfeitamente capaz de sabotar a si mesmo.

[miryum]

HI!!!! Good morning/afternoon/evening to youuu! First, I want to say I really enjoy your fics, it makes me feel like I'm on cloud 9. Too bad their just fiction. Anyways....

Idk if you write fics about benny watts, but ig it's worth a shot, I'm obsessed with play date by Melanie Martinez and that song really fit with benny. When benny was only with the reader to practice or play with her but they have a little thing that a couple does but without label. So the ready gets really tired and have a fight with him, and at the end benny told her his feelings.

Really hope you can make this. And advance thank you! <33

YES!!! My beloved Benny Watts!!!! I love him so much 😊 Thank you so much for your words, yet alas, mine are just fiction *sigh* (also, love your username)

Benny moved a rook across the chess board and your face scrunched up. You were nowhere near the level that the great Benny Watts was, but you liked the think you could predict his moves. You had known Benny since you were children, and therefore were able to practically able to read each other minds. That was an argument Benny used many times to rope you into playing chess with him. If you, the person who was able to prophesy his every move, wasn't able to beat him, then he was confident no one could.

You had tried multiple times to get out of playing chess with Benny (albeit thankful that it was a bit of steady income for the two of you, seeing as you were roommates), but he always managed to trick you into playing with him. Sometimes it was through bets, or he got you tipsy, or he simply looked up with you with puppy dog eyes and you melted.

It was hard though, being Benny's friend. You were constantly left alone at the apartment- if you could call it that- and sometimes had to pick up extra shifts because Benny was too engrossed in chess that he forgot to pick up a check. Your friends had urged you to move out, seeing how the stress could get to you, but you refused. You felt bad about the prospect of leaving Benny. He was your best friend, although you sometimes wondered if you were his. He clearly shared a special relationship with Arthur and Harry, simply because they were all the same sex.

And then there was Beth.

You were unsure of when the girl had first appeared in your life; she had just showed up at one point. And you saw how Benny reacted to her.

You were about to move a knight when a knock sounded on the door. Sharing a look with Benny, both silently agreeing to pause the game, you got up and opened the door. Sighing at the character who was waiting to come in, you moved back to the chess boar and plopped back down on the ground.

"Beth!" Benny smiled brightly. You hated him for it. Your feelings for Benny were probably a main factor in why you stayed by his side, even after he had pushed you into the friend-zone multiple times unknowingly.

"Are you guys playing?" Beth moved to sit by you.

You scooted away from her and towards Benny, gesturing to the board and saying, "Play for me, will you? I could never win against the prodigy."

"Hush," Benny took your hand in his. "You were doing wonderfully."

Without another word, you sat back and watched as the two young adults warred in a battle of the wits. No matter how many times you would watch it, you were always awed at the swift, defiant movements that they shared.

An unwanted pang of jealousy wormed its way into your stomach. Why couldn't you've been great at chess? Would Benny than pay more attention to you? And how could he be so blind? Who else had stood by his side for as long as you?

Throughout the match, Benny continued to hold you hand. When you went to pull away, reaching for a book or magazine to interest yourself in, he pulled you back and muttered something about 'his good luck charm'.

Rolling your eyes at his persistence, you shrugged him off. After a while, Benny was declared the winner, but by a slight margin. Even you were able to see how Benny narrowly avoided defeat. He had gotten lucky. Beth thanked you for letting her drop by, saying she had originally come for a book that Benny suggested. After she had left, you started to pack up the chess board. You had come to live with the fact that in your shared apartment with Benny, chess boards would outnumber anything else.

"You alright?" Benny stretched out on the floor, glancing over your figure.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Come on, Y/n." Benny shot you a hard look. "I've known you forever. I can see when something bugs you. Out with it."

"Are you blind?" You rounded on his suddenly, your odd question confusing the boy.

"What do you mean?"

"Can you see what's in front of your eyes?" you pressed again. "Because I don't think you can. Every time that Beth, a lovely girl, no doubt, but only a new, shiny toy to you, rounds the corner, you're transfixed and I can't understand why."

"Where is this coming from?" Benny exclaimed, feeling bombarded.

"Haven't I been enough?" You ignore him and continued on. "I've tried to be a great friend, but it's hard sometimes. It's especially hard when I've been crushing after you for the past few years and you can't realise that I like you!"

"You like me?" Benny stilled, blinking owlishly at you.

"Of course, you idiot!" You wanted to throw the chess board down but knew that a line you shouldn't cross. "We've had some pretty bad arguments in our lives and any other friends would've separated by now. Why do you think I always come back to you?"

Benny couldn't help but let a laugh escape. "You come back to me?" he clarified, shaking is head. "No, Y/n, I come back to you. God damn it, I like you too. Love you, in fact! Ever since I first set my eyes on you. You, may I remind you, had a school-girl crush on that one boy, Jack. So, I backed off. I've been harbouring feelings for you ever since."

You stared at him. "Pardon?" you asked finally.

"I guess I am blind." Benny flashed you a brilliant smile that made you melt. "Blinded by my love."

[cherrybaby17]

Let’s play.

[balkanparamo]

Havana, Cuba

[miajoanart]

I finally watched The Queens Gambit.

It was a masterpiece. ♟️🏆

[reneeluv154]

Waiting

Hope you like it!! 🤍🤍

In this imagine Jack finds you waiting for him outside his room but you’ve fallen asleep. He Carrie’s you to bed but you want him to stay with you. This is a sweet little imagine.

If you like this imagine I have a few more on my profile.🫶🏼

Jack had been busy, running around the hospital all day. He hadn't once glanced my way which was rather unusual. So here I sat, by his bedroom door waiting for him to arrive so I could have a quick chat with him, maybe steal a hug and a kiss. After waiting for another 30 minutes my eyelids started to gently close and my head rested on the cold wall, I was asleep.

I was woken by two strong arms carefully picking me up. “Shhh I’m here, I'm right here.” It was Jack. His voice was always different around me than around others. It was soft and gentle like a cool breeze on an october night or sweet and adoring like how I assume the moon looks at the stars. I slightly smiled resting my head on his shoulder, loving the way it felt to have him hold me. “Where are you taking me?” I whispered.

He chuckled “To bed darling, why did you not wait till tomorrow to see me? I come and get you every morning. I have to or you would never get out of bed.”

“You didn’t come get me this morning, I haven’t talked to you all day.” I lifted my head off his shoulder pouting at him. “I know, I’m sorry. I was rushed into a procedure. I couldn't come and get you. And then all day I was having to check on patients and do several more procedures.” He explained giving my lips a small peck. “Will you ever forgive me?” He asked, sounding like royalty while pushing open the door to my room. “I guess so.” I smiled as he laid me down on my bed tucking me in tightly, handing me my small stuffed animal.

“Thank you, Milady.” He bowed, making me giggle and him smile while sitting on the edge of my bed. “Your smiles the sweetest thing I've seen all day.” He looked deep into my eyes, his smile now small. One hand reached out, tucking a small piece of hair behind my ear stroking my cheek. “You get some sleep, okay?” I nodded, he tapped my nose wishing me a goodnight giving me a kiss before heading for the door. “Jack?” My voice was small and light but he still turned one arm holding the door open while his other hand was on the frame. “Can you lay down with me? I’m feeling kinda lonely.”

“Of course I can lay down with you sweetheart.” He closed my door stripping down into his undergarment. Something only I got to see, He crawled into bed cradling me in one arm gently toying with my hair, my head laying on his chest, my stuffed animal tight in my hand.

“I love you Jack Dawkins.” I mumbled drifting off.

“I love you y/n y/l/n” I heard him say with a soft kiss to my head before being enveloped by sweet dreams

[bellzsad]

i need thomas brodie sangster to have another american role so there’s an excuse for us to hear his present-day american accent

[mrs--lonelyy]

"what a day" - (t via twitter)

/ thoughts on the deluxe ? vince & t went crazy, what a day reminded me of a the SoundCloud days... i could go on...