Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, 3x8, Let The Games Begin. Part 5 (Richard Gilmore Has A Slutty Past)
Heh, they did the thing where they say the title of the episode inside the episode again.
Goody.
Our fearsome foursome is off to Yale. *drinks heavily*
Emily won't allow Lorelai to bring a sealed thermos of coffee into the car. Frankly I hope Lorelai spills it on her lap and gets a mild scald. It would humble her.
Ya know, It's never stated whether Lorelai has alcohol or coffee in the mug, just that Emily is adamant she can't drink liquids in a vehicle. Frankly, I would understand Lorelai's need to self medicate with booze at 9am before a road trip with her parents, but on the other hand, as I stated earlier. She also didn't have to come. She could be home playing Hide the Cocktail Sausage with Dean. We could skip to the part where Rory and Jess smooch at the gas station.
Never fear. The next scene that follows, the calm before yet another storm, if you will, turned out to be a highly entertaining and enjoyable romp for me.
Enter: Richard Gilmore The Man Whore.
After having already toured Harvard a year ago, Lorelai is still in awe over how many freaking geeks attend large universities.
Richard: I spent a lot of time in the Yale art gallery.
Emily: I'll say you did.
Richard: What is that supposed to mean?
Uh oh.
Huh. Was this art gallery some kind of idk, hub of intellectual and artistic curiosity slash whorehouse where a young man could go to find sexually liberated artistic chicks for easy pickings? But like, in the 50's? What a concept.
Jess would kick his own ass if they called it that.
Richard GIlmore, you dog.
(you have to imagine Jess is feigning interest/ knowledge in the penis octopus portrait to a young lady or perhaps another bicurious young man and not his uncle)
Emily: He was the master of the "Frown, step back, wrinkle, and sigh"
Okay, my curiosity is piqued. You got me. Please explain?
Knowing Richard Gilmore was such a skankbag in college just like Jess is the gift I didn't know I needed today. Jess can do the frown, wrinkle and sigh during a poetry open mic night at the Truncheon, where he takes his latest conquest. Tuesday nights at 8pm. Light refreshments of coffee, potato chips, and chocolate chip cookies will be served.
Be proud of your skanky past, Richard. Your grandaughter's stepcousin sure was of his.
RIchard: I'll have you know was happily involved in a very serious relationship when your mother decided she simply had to have me. We were engaged. She had met my parents, invitations were mailed out.
Emily: You'll give these girls the wrong impression.
Lorelai: That you were the Helena Bonham Carter of the society set?
Emily: I did not steal your father, I simply gave him a choice.
Richard: When you showed up at my frat party in that blue dress, I had no choice.
I know who HBC is but that's another topical early 2000's reference that has escaped me. I guess she was a man stealer of some sort. I"m thinking it must have something to do with Jonny Depp.
Anyway, I don't think you have to worry about modeling healthy relationships for Rory or Lorelai. Its too late, the horse has already escaped the barn there.
Lorelai: I can't believe you were The Other Woman
Emily:This is ridiculous.
Lorelai: The other woman should be saying "this is ridiculous"
Rory's inner monologue: I want to be just like Grandma when I grow up.
We learn Richard proposed to Emily at Yale next to a trash can, and it seems to be a tradition in the Gilmore family to get proposed to next to a trash can. And in Lorelai's case to reproduce with the trash can, continue to have sex with the trash can over the next two decades and eventually, to marry the trash can.
Imagine Luis at a loss when you get back at him for every time he’s made you blush.
Response to @lilchickie’s genius request with a little twist :3 a flustered husband you shall have
He warns, “This might hurt a little.”
“Promises, promises.”
A deep chuckle followed by a comforting squeeze…
And he gently pushes in.
You wince upon the intrusion as the needle pierces your skin. Cool liquid pours into your veins, feeling like a breeze washing over you. Luis is mindful as he pulls the needle out and bandages your arm. Once he finishes, you give him a curt thanks and roll down your sleeve.
“Good news, that should prevent most plaga eggs from entering your system.” he explained clinically, throwing away the used items into an empty oil barrel nearby before returning his attention wholly to you. “The bad news, this is only a temporary solution and will do nothing against direct contact from stronger variants.”
“So basically, don’t start kissing any locals,” you remark in jest. “Got it.”
The man winks playfully, “Well- Unless it’s me, of course.”
You cheeks burn red. There he goes again.
The man is a serial flirt. You’ve known that since the moment you met him and he candidly asked you for a smoke. Confirmed when you said that you didn’t and he proceeded to ask for your number. You didn’t mind this, of course. Luis Serra was ruggedly handsome and possessed a witty charm that effortlessly drew you in like a magnet. However, as sexually charismatic as he made himself appear, Luis was above all a gentleman that never pushes the envelope in his advances. At worst, he leaves you a flustered mess with no say in the matter. As he’s currently doing now…
Taking your silence as a sign that he won over you yet again, Luis begins to back away from your seated form. He doesn’t go very far, however, as he’s stopped by deft fingers clutching at him by the zipper of his leather jacket. The Spaniard glances at you with mild curiosity.
No way you’re going to let him get away with it this time. You meet his questioning gaze, a coy grin tugged at the end of your lips.
“I might just take you up on that… Dr. Serra.”
His eyes widen at your words and the suggestive undertone within them, mouth hanging open but no words come out. You steal this opportunity to pull him closer to you and was met with no resistance. Bringing him into your space until he was caged between your legs, you use your other hand to toy with the lapel of his jacket. Again he says nothing, eyes following your hands intently.
“What’s the matter, Luis?” you drawl coquettishly. “Plaga got your tongue?”
Your question hardly brings him back to his senses, heart pumping and mind racing so heavily that all he managed was a simple-
“¿Qué?”
Got him.
“What was that?” you feign deafness. “You’re going to have to come closer. Can barely hear you.”
Your mischievous hand leaves the flap to slowly glide up his chest, deliberately feeling along the strong muscle hiding beneath the finely stitched patterns. You can practically feel the man purr under your touch and nearly laugh when he tried to disguise it by clearing his throat.
Eventually, your hand reaches his shoulder. A suggestive squeeze and Luis leans toward you like a moth to a flame. His hands rest on either side of you upon the flat surface of the crate, mindful not to touch you although you can tell he desperately wanted to. Grey eyes constantly switch between your eyes and lips, a palpable hunger in his gaze. He leans until his lips hover over yours, open and inviting but never catching. The heat of his body radiates warmth yet you can feel him shiver under your hands in anticipation.
“How’s, uh- this?” His words fumbled in a low whisper, voice dripping with want.
You hum, appearing to ponder deeply. “Not quite. A little closer.”
Your ears pick up the sound of his nails scratching against the wood as he balled his hands into fists. His chest heaves with a deep, shaky sigh. Luis complies with your command slowly until you can barely feel the softness of his mouth and the taste of his warm breath upon your tongue. His musky scent nearly makes you dizzy but you hold firm.
“There. That’s… better,” you say slowly, purposely drawing out your words so that your lips gently brushed his. His lust-driven mind turned to mush, Luis mindlessly mimics your mouth’s movement in a clumsy attempt to capture them. “Now what was it…you wanted…to say… Luis?”
At the sound and feel of his name, he muttered yours without thought under a desperate groan. The man was absolutely drunk off of you. And thirsty for more. You breathe in deeply, the sound from your mouth coming off like a wanting gasp and Luis tilts his head to align with your tempting lips. He moves to dive in and devour you-
Zzzp!
The sharp sound breaks the man from the spell and he pulls back to look down and see you’ve done up his jacket. The man catches your gaze once more and is met with a victorious glint in your eyes. Your bottom lip caught in between your teeth in restrained giddy humor. Luis blinks in realization that he has been had, ears and cheeks burning red. But his expression wasn’t that of anger nor embarrassment. If anything at all, he had a look of newfound respect. A tiny bit of disappointment. And desire burning still.
The dashing man attempts to save face with a short chuckle. “Good one.”
You faux innocence. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“Cuidado, my friend.” The man growls, his tone thick with daring. “You’re playing a dangerous game.”
It was both a warning and an invitation all in one. And you were all for it- Eager to see how much and how long it would take for you both to drive each other insane. The idea pumped you with excitement, mind already coming up with new scenarios to play with him.
You push him back gently until you’re back on your feet, facing him head-on. Already were you missing his warmth, but the sly smile never leaves when you respond back. Another shrug, “Seems pretty tame to me.”
The confounded look on his handsome face was priceless. Without a second glance, you brush past him, making sure that your hand slithered along his body with promising intent until your reach no longer touched him. You barely hear Luis curse softly in his native tongue and can feel the heavy weight of his wanting eyes locked onto your retreating form.
This episode is so close to 6 million views in almost 2 months. We need to celebrate this by watching it cross into 6 million and we only need 12,469 more views to make it happen!
We can do this, we get as many views as we can before they take down the episode and replace it with Watching and Dreaming.
We're in the endgame now.
I am not ready for this show to be over, but just like with Steven universe, all good things must come to an end... even if we were ROBBED of a full season 3 and the possiblity of a TV movie.
Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls-3x8: Let The Games Begin, aka Let The ShitCircus Begin (Part 3)
Luke Danes! Lorelai Gilmore! They are: The Abstinence (For Other People But Not Themselves) Brigade! They can detect bubbling teenage hormones from a mile away and will do anything in their power to stop them! Jess Mariano, with his awe inspiring ability to telepathically impregnate naive virgins in 1 nanosecond without removing any clothes, doesn't stand a chance! Thank god we have you, Luke Danes and Lorelai Gilmore! The Cockblocking Crusaders! The Dry Hump Destroyers!
Scene: Our Handjob-Halting Hero, Luke Danes, has just interrupted an extremely chaste attempt at a kiss in progress. After witnessing his nephew openly groping Shane Campbell and likely several other girls in public and in his diner and his home over Horny Summer 2002, interrupting a kiss with Rory Gilmore with no tongue is just ONE STEP OVER THE DAMN LINE for Blowjob-Blocking-Batman!
I dare say, that was a stupid metaphor from our Intercrouse-Interrupting-Ironman.
There are frequent Sock on the Door references in this show.
The thing is you hang a sock on the door to let other people know you're having sex and they won't barge in.
Too bad Sex-Stifling-Superman here wouldn't abide by The Sock anyhow.
Netflix borked the captions big time here, but there is a loud argument between Luke and Jess about the sock joke, with Luke yelling at Jess that there will be "no socks on the door in my house" and I'm just thinking how weird this conversation would sound if you didn't know wtf they were talking about.
Luke, less than 5 minutes earlier (and I quote):
Wow! WOW! This is great! Wow! Rory and Jess! Jess and Rory! This is great! Don’t you think this is great!
They're only great if they reproduce asexually like snails, I suppose.
When he thought Jess was doing much worse things with Shane in his own home, his response was certainly not a pleased one, but it was... different. So it's okay if he hooks up with a skanky blond girl he barely knows, because who cares if he takes a ride on the town bicycle, right? But when it comes to Rory, her purity must be protected at all costs by other adults. Ha, funny how that worked out.
I know Luke doesn't think JESS is still a virgin.
He looks so defeated, and he WASNT EVEN DOING ANYTHING.
Please don't make me turn on Luke, Tumblr. I already have so little left to live for watching this show.
But that's where they were the first time, Uncle Luke.
THANK. YOU. JESSTOPHER. You're so smart. *pinches cheeks*
The more I'm thinking about this notion that Luke is trying to protect Rory's virginity from Jess, where Rory is a newly minted adult and not even his relative, she's just the daughter of some annoying lady who comes into his diner and doesn't pay for her food, but "Jess doesn't need a guardian" if he'd like to fuck around with random girls of questionable purity, becaue he's a boy I guess, the weirder it sounds. This is just another fiber woven into the rich tapestry of "the young women of gilmore girls who lose their virginity will pay the price with a horrible experience or mental anguish" (Young Lorelai, Rory, Paris, Lane, possibly even Lindsay, god help her).
(girls only).
Jess: What do you think is gonna happen?
Luke: You KNOW what I think is gonna happen.
You know what, how about he doesn't and we say he did. Awkward.
If she’s not too distracted porking Dean to notice, as soon she found out Dean was a free agent she was all over that like a fat kid on cake.
I saw what Jess got away with at the summer bash. I wouldn't exactly count on Taylor Doose for his Makeout Meddling abilities.
Luke looking all smug like "yeah that was great parenting right there. Damn, I’m such a good Dunkel (DadUncle). He’ll never think about humping again.”
Good luck.
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