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Me: no, thanks, I already know how it was invented, a trio of emotionally unwell bisexuals and their one lesbian friend were lonely
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Anyways Gordon Clark is alive and mostly well despite a having a degenerative health condition, and a serious health scare a few months after his 40th birthday, he lives with his business partner and husband Joe Clark, who had a single-story house built for them to accommodate Gordon's disability, and he enjoys calling up his ex wife Donna to tease her about how she also gay-married her business partner, their friend Cameron, at least once a week
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[SPOILERS FOR 4x07 OF HALT AND CATCH FIRE: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH; CN for drinking/toast mention]
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Headcanon that at some point, Cameron and Donna and the girls get into the habit of toasting and drinking to Gordon every year on the anniversary of his passing
Everyone gets a chance to say something and Donna always starts, she toasts to “Gordon Clark, my first and only real boyfriend and then husband and father of my children, and my best friend” and Haley goes next, with “To Gordon Clark, brilliant engineer, co-inventor of the Symphonic and The Giant, and my dad”
Joanie and Cameron’s toasts change from year, but Joanie’s toast is always more of a roast, something like, “To Gordon Clark, who was an unexpectedly great dad, and who I wish I’d had more time with even though he was like, super aggravating most of the time.” Cameron always makes sure to remind them that she and Gordon really didn’t get along very well at first, and says something like, “to Gordon Clark, aka Mutiny user SexyBeard, whom I once unfairly accused of being a drain on his wife and too traumatized from being a loser his whole life to try anything new or different, who insulted Mutiny to my face on various occasions and could be an insufferable know it all, and who was also one of the best friends I ever had.”
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Endless gifs: Cameron & Donna 1x02
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Anyways headcanon that Cameron and Donna have absolutely traveled out of state just to be in the ~path of totality~ for a solar eclipse
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JUST WANT TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU ALL KNOW THAT MACKENZIE DAVIS AND SCOOT MCNAIRY ARE PLAYING A COUPLE IN THIS UPCOMING THRILLER
And also that in the very beginning of this trailer when she introduces him as her husband, it's awkward, and I feel like it's giving lost episode of HACF where Cameron and Gordon are pretending to be married for some wacky sitcom reason
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*Thee Timeline Post, courtesy of @roarsaidthedinosaur !
According to Thee Timeline Post (#iykyk)* 3/30-3/31 is when Donna drove around singing “We Belong” while thinking about being in love with Cameron so Happy Donna’s Disaster Lesbian Meltdown Day to all who celebrate!
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*ICYMI, our girl is also now a producer and director~
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Happy Birthday to brilliant actress, style icon, utter goofball, and clearly exceptional human beloved by fans and cameras alike, Mackenzie Davis, born April 1, 1987!
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Headcanon that Cameron and Donna's first April Fools' Day as a married couple devolves into an impromptu prank war
[CN: food]
It starts late that morning, when Donna stirs what she thinks is sugar into her coffee, tastes it, and then spits it out into the sink. She looks at the sugar again, and realizes that it’s salt. Cameron, sitting at the kitchen island, laughs into her own mug of coffee. “Really?” she yelps at Cameron. Cameron gets up, puts her mug in the sink, and puts her arms around Donna’s waist. “Just wanted to wish you a happy April Fool’s,” she kisses her cheek. “A perfectly good cup of coffee, ruined,” Donna pouts. “Well, I made plenty, so it’s okay,” Cameron says, breaking away from her.
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Today in PARKS AND CATCH FIRE: Happy March 31st to all who celebrate!
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In which Cameron and Donna celebrate the season
[CN: food/eating/breakfast mention] . . On a Sunday late in March, Donna woke up to the familiar sound of birdsong and Cameron moving about the trailer’s kitchen. She sat up in the Airstream’s narrow little bed, which she had somehow come to love, stretched her arms out in front of her, and then got up, pulled on her silk robe, and went to join Cameron. She kissed Cameron’s shoulder, asked if she could help, and then when Cameron refused, took a seat at the kitchen table, which had just been cleared of all of Cameron’s notebooks and legal pads and books and tech journals and cleaned with a lemon-y disinfectant.
“How’s your morning?” Donna asked.
Cameron, who was somehow transformed into a morning person in rural locations, and who had been up for hours, smiled, “It’s been great.” She arranged her three pans on the stove, and said, “My gardening chores are done, my progress is journaled, my laundry is folded and put away, and my desk looks like it belongs to a calm and emotionally healthy individual.”
Fifteen minutes later, Cameron came to the table with a large tray laden with plates, and set it down shakily, but with no incident.
“This looks amazing,” Donna beamed, as she helped Cameron unload the tray. The took silverware, their plates of eggs, home fries, and vegetarian bacon, and glasses of water and set them on the table. And then, before she sat down, Cameron grabbed the last thing on the tray, an old, repurposed pickle jar. There was a hunk of soil in it, that had a small purple crocus growing out of it. Cameron put crocus in the center of the table.
Donna started to dig into her food, and then asked, “Is that…?”
“The first one of the year!” Cameron said, excitedly. “I found it near my garden patch!” Then, she picked up her glass, held it up, and said, “Happy spring, Boss.”
Donna did the same with her glass and clinked it against Cameron’s. Warmly, she said, “Yes, it is a very happy spring.”
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(belated!) FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2024 #19: In which Cameron and Donna talk about moving
[CN: food and alcohol mentions] . .
It was just after 11pm and, for once, it was quiet at the Mutiny house. Lev was in his room with a guy he’d met at the Mutiny picnic, and Cameron was in the living room, on one of their work terminals.
She was checking to see if Tom was online for the third time that night when she heard a car slow down, and drive around to the back of the house. Cameron got up quietly, picked up the Mutiny house baseball bat, and stepped into the kitchen. She looked out the back door window, and saw what looked like Donna, getting out what looked like Donna’s car. With a sigh of relief, Cameron rested the bat against the wall, and opened the door and stepped out onto the back porch as Donna came up the steps.
Before Cameron could say anything, Donna said, “So I talked to Gordon.” She shoved her hands into her pockets, and said, “We haven’t figured it out entirely, but, he’s in. As of tonight, we’re going to California.”
Eyes wide, Cameron laughed, in happy disbelief . Then, she said, “Wait, why are you here? You could’ve told me that over the phone.”
Donna leaned against porch railing and shrugged, “I was already out.”
“Already out? Out where?” Cameron asked, bewildered.
“The bar,” Donna said. “You know, the one where your fence friend nearly rocked your shit? But don’t worry,” she chuckled, “he wasn’t there tonight.”
Cameron stepped forward, and squinted, trying to see Donna’s face. “Are you drunk?”
“No I’m not drunk,” Donna huffed. She stood up and dusted off her jeans, and then dusted off her hands. “I had a drink, one, singular. I just, needed to get out of the house.”
Cameron frowned, and her shoulders sagged. “You’re always welcome to come here.”
Donna grinned at her. “I’ll keep that in mind, for the next time I can’t stand to look at Gordon’s face anymore.”
Cameron looked at Donna. She felt oddly panicked, though she couldn’t say why.
“You don’t get it,” Donna said, pointing an index finger at Cameron. “You don’t have any idea how good it felt to just walk out. Do you have any idea how many times he just left me alone? With the girls? To work, to go drink?” Donna raked her hands through hair, as if she were about to massage her scalp, and then let her hands fall loosely to her sides, before putting them in the pockets of her jeans again “Not to mention all the times he was there, technically, but was too blitzed and too absorbed in his pity party to carry on an adult conversation….” She let out a heavy sigh, and then turned back to the deck railing, and leaned against it again, resting her elbows on it.
Cameron slowly went to the railing, and stood next to Donna. They both looked out at the darkened yard, and Cameron wondered if they looked like those Peanuts special scenes where Charlie Brown and Linus would talk by that brick wall.
After some silence, Cameron said, “So, we’re going. Gordon and the girls are coming out to California.”
Donna looked at Cameron, and said, “Even if Gordon said no, I was in. I decided that before I talked to him. I decided that I was ready to leave him.”
Cameron’s stomach sloshed with an odd mix of affection and anxiety. “Really?” She rested her arms on the railing. “But what about the girls? What if he didn’t let you take them?”
“Well,” Donna said, sadly. “I wouldn’t have liked leaving them, but I did consider that it might be better to leave them here with him.” Then quickly, she added, “But it looks like I won’t have to. Gordon is just as desperate to get out of here as I am. He never wanted to leave the Bay, and he was right. Don’t tell him I said that, though.”
Cameron chuckled. “Oh, trust me, I won’t.” Then, she said, “I wouldn’t have asked you to do that, to leave them. If you weren’t going to California, I wasn’t either.”
Donna turned to look at her. With a smile, she said, “Yeah?”
Cameron smiled back. “Well, yeah. We’re partners.”
Donna looked back out at the yard, and rested her chin in her hand. Ruefully, she said, “I thought about asking him for a divorce. But it’s not really what I want, I’m not ready to give up, yet. What I want…is for him to invest in us. And the mainframe. But really, us. All of us, I guess.”
Cameron looked at her. “And now, he is. So, good job!”
Donna laughed quietly. “Yeah, I did do a good job! You’re right.”
Cameron listened to Donna’s laugh, and gazed at her now happy-looking face. She felt a tightness in her chest, and the tightness suddenly had words: I wish I could make you happy. It was a feeling Cameron hadn’t felt since she was a little girl.
Abruptly, Cameron straightened up and back away from the railing, moving back toward the house. “Hey. Do you wanna come in? Maybe crash here?” Donna turned to look at her, face quizzical. “It’s late, Donna,” Cameron said. “Just, come on. You can have the couch. Or, my bed, because I’ll up be up for a while, and I can take the couch.” Then, she added, “…we have pizza. Plenty of it.”
Donna stood up and turned toward the house. “You know what? You’re right. And that sounds great.” Cameron went toward the door, and went inside, and Donna followed her.
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HALT AND CATCH FIRE
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Headcanon that Pi Day is celebrated annually and enthusiastically in the Emerson-Howe household
[CN: food mention]
Because it’s Cameron’s favorite thing to eat, in a way, it’s sort of more like ‘chicken pot pi day,’ it’s what Cameron and Donna make for dinner every year on March 14th
They also do an annual recitation contest, and every year, either Haley or Cameron wins. Every year, Cameron jokes, “It’s okay, I’m sure you have useful skills too, Boss,” and every year Donna agrees, “Yes, that’s true! I do have useful skills! Like making money! And buying houses, and cars, and semesters at college!” 
One year in the late 90s, they add a home screening of Pi (1998, dir. Darren Aronofsky) to their itinerary, but when Cameron is unable to sleep for the rest of that week, it promptly becomes a one time thing
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