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Lenny + Midge + Parallels, Callbacks, & Foreshadowing (Seasons 1-5) 
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pandalandalopalis · 2 years
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“Are women more important than God?” and “If you blow this, Midge, I swear ... you will break my fucking heart.” are my two favourite lines of the season because they both hit me like a fucking TRAIN
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vivienvalentino · 9 months
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THE MARVELOUS MRS. MAISEL 4.08, How Do You Get to Carnegie Hall?
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mrsmaiselsource · 1 year
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you paid attention. to you? always.
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LENNY BRUCE + looking at midge
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elizabethbennets · 11 months
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I know we are very unpopular in this fandom, but I love Joel and Midge. Seriously—I adore them. And I know Joel was an insecure ass who cheated and hurt our girl, but his development over the last five seasons means a lot to me. He’s not perfect—at all. And growth is never linear. I don’t agree with all of his choices. What I do love, though, is that he has taken ownership for his mistakes. Joel knows he fucked up. He REALLY fucked up. But I love that he’s become so protective of Midge, and is adamant about protecting her. Midge Maisel needs no man to look “after” her, but she has her blind spots (big ones), and Joel knows that, too. He loves her. And most of the time, he doesn’t deserve her. Even I’m not convinced he deserves her now. But he understands her. And she understands him. There is a respect there that wasn’t there before—one that comes with healing. And if the flash forward tells me anything, it’s that Joel is the longest and most consistent relationship Midge has ever had—failed marriages; the tear between her and Susie; her children…Joel is a constant. They’re not together in the traditional sense, but they will always fold into each other, and I think that’s that story ASP has been trying to cement since the beginning. I remember reading somewhere that ASP said something along the lines of how Midge will get everything she wants, but she’ll remember the day before Joel left her as the happiest day of her life (if someone can source this that would be great!). Joel represents a time of her life that was the epitome of stability and comfort. With all her fame; her glory—I don’t think anyone on this show was destined for a happy ending, and the crux of this is what happens when you step beyond the confines of expectation. Its an empowering story, and Midge was always destined for greatness, but this greatness comes with tremendous loneliness—one that Midge never reconciles with.
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rhaeblack66 · 5 months
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evermore songs as relating to midge maisel because every time i listen to that album i think of her
champagne problems: midge and benjamin. this song has a similar premise to midnight rain i feel like and it just applies to midge wanting more for herself than just a husband
happiness: midge and joel. this song perfectly describes their relationship. this and closure are like their quintessential songs (no, i did not like joel how could you tell?)
dorothea: midge and lenny. “if you ever get tired of being known for who you know, you know you’ll always know me” could be either of them to each other
coney island: midge and benjamin. specifically the line ‘sorry for not making you my centerfold’ like ughhh
cowboy like me: midge and lenny. it’s so fucking perfect. like they’re so similar (can you tell they’re my fav ever) and this song just perfectly encapsulates the vibes of their relationship
long story short: just midge’s love life in general tbh.
marjorie: midge and lenny. hear me out here - after they part ways in the finale, we know in real life lenny bruce died from an od, and i feel like midge would feel soo guilty that she never got to see him again
closure: midge and joel. it’s just so them.
right where you left me: midge and joel SPECIFICALLY right after he leaves her
it’s time to go: midge. just her and relationships that no longer serve her she’s such a badass
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miithridatism · 8 months
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✩ Season 5
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zofiab0guska · 9 months
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i need everyone to know that the ultracheese by arctic monkeys is absolutely a midgelenny song
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verse 1: it’s literally about their little fling and their surprise encounters in the back of bars
verse 2: the secrecy of what they had; how it stayed only between them. the “america in the golden age” part: they are literally fictional characters from a show set in the 50s. also the last bit could be interpreted as midge’s rise to fame idk
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brightlilith · 3 months
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Midnight in Paris with Lenny Bruce. 1
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Pairing: Lenny Bruce x Fem!Reader
Summary: Drinks, laughter and cigarettes with Lenny Bruce.
Warning: drunk people, I think just
A/N: This series is inspired by the film Midnight in Paris. English isn't my fist language. Any mistakes I apologize for. Constructive criticism and supportive messages are always welcome, it motivates me to keep writing.
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I walked through the empty streets of Paris, letting the sound of my shoes hitting the cobblestones echo through the narrow alleyways. I was determined to escape my troubles, at least for one night. The cool night wind gently caressed my face as I immersed myself in the magical atmosphere of the city.
Without a specific destination, I allowed myself to be guided by the golden lights adorning the elegant buildings. I found myself drawn to the magnificent Eiffel Tower, whose nighttime sparkle seemed to hypnotize me. I sat on a nearby bench, allowing myself to be enveloped by the tower's imposing presence and the sense of freedom in the air.
Following my instincts, I made my way to the banks of the River Seine, where the gentle murmur of the water calmed me. The scene was truly enchanting, with the reflective lights dancing on the surface of the river, creating a spectacle of reflections and shadows. I closed my eyes for a moment, allowing myself to simply feel the serenity of that Parisian night.
Still wandering aimlessly, I found myself in Montmartre, immersed in the bohemian atmosphere and narrow cobblestone streets. I felt the artistic vibe of the place, with the illuminated cafes and figures engaged in lively conversations. There, I allowed myself a moment of contemplation, observing the street artists and absorbing the creative energy of the place.
As the night progressed, I finally realized that my troubles had dissipated, at least temporarily. I felt rejuvenated, inspired, and above all, grateful for the opportunity to lose myself in the magical streets of Paris. I understood that sometimes the best solution to problems was to allow yourself to experience the beauty and freedom that life had to offer.
Walking a little further down the cobbled street, I found myself sitting on the steps of the church of Saint-Étienne-du-Mont, at Place du Panthéon, watching the lights of the Parisian night. I was far from home, disoriented, and attempting to find meaning in my life.
A distant sound echoed in my ears, a bell, I would say. I looked at my watch and saw that the hands indicated it was midnight, I wouldn't return to my hotel so soon.
Precisely at that moment, an old Peugeot, immersed in a nostalgic aura, drove up Rue de la Montagne Sainte Geneviève, its engine humming softly.
I watched the car with a mixture of fascination and disbelief. It was as if the past was unfolding before my eyes, bringing with it all the charm of 1960s Paris. I felt a wave of excitement run through my body, inspiring me to move forward, explore new possibilities. In that moment, I realized that the answers I was seeking could be hidden in the fabric of time itself.
Inside were two men and two women, stylishly dressed in clothes reminiscent of the 1960s, with champagne and glasses, serving from an open bottle and drinking cheerfully.
"Come, get in." One of the men spoke merrily.
"Huh?" I murmured confused.
"Come on, we're running late." The woman next to the car window spoke, her French accent distinct. She opened the car door.
"You must be mistaking me for someone else."
"Not at all, come on, get in." the same woman said.
"Look, I'm a little drunk."
"Come on, for God's sake, we can't stay here all night." the woman said.
I stood up from where I was and went to the car, the other two people besides whom I was talking were humming drunkenly.
"You have a wonderful old Peugeot, I have one in New York, I usually collect..." I was interrupted by the woman pulling me into the car.
"Let's go" She laughed. "We have parties to go to."
"What parties?" I asked, I was in between the two women.
"Let's go" The other man said, starting the car.
"Here, have some champagne." The other woman handed me a glass of the drink.
The car left the street, leaving behind the majestic facade of the church and taking me somewhere I didn't know, but I didn't care. Inside the car, I contemplated the grandeur of Paris at night, with its illuminated streets and these four lively people. Laughter flowed genuinely from my mouth, maybe exploring Paris wouldn't be so bad after all.
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Thank you for reading this far, it makes me very happy.🩵
If you liked it, tell me so I can continue writing this series.
Kisses💋
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baxterbella24 · 10 months
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People moved on, but I stayed here. Regardless of how it ends, they'll always be my (beautifully doomed) OTP.
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gretavanfleetlove · 1 year
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a spicy oneshot of lenny bruce x reader but the reader is a known comedienne
Can a Man Change His Mind?
Anon i must say, I like the way you think. Lenny Bruce x Fem!reader
Warnings- none?? Kissing I guess? Oh also guys tell me if you think this needs a part two becuuuuuuz I’m tempted to make one….
Request? Yes.
Summary: Reader is performing at a comedy club when her old friend Lenny Bruce stops by.
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“Y/n!” I heard a voice shout from behind me. “Y/n! Finally.. I was wondering if you’d ever slow down.” They laughed
“Lenny?” I ask with a smile. “The one and only.” Was his reply. Definitely Lenny.
Taking my arm he led me through the crowded club to a dimly lit table. “Lenny, what are you doing here?” His answer was exactly what I’d expect. “Here to see you doll, why else?”
I scoffed at his particularly vague answer. “No… I mean what are you doing here?” Lenny hates or hated? So-called fancy comedy clubs. I know, says the man who got a gig at Carnegie Hall. But he dreads this place. Whether it’s because they wouldn’t take his jokes so lightly or because he thinks any where nice is full of pricks. “Ohh, oh I see, what am I doing here in this place specifically. Since you are such an extravagant comedienne why come here?”
Of course this being asked by Lenny was a rhetorical question. That didn’t stop my curiosity. I nodded with a flattered grin, waiting for the official answer. “I was just in the neighborhood .. I saw you were performing and didn’t have a good reason not to stop by.” He says quiet and slow, like he is every time he’s in a one on one conversation. “Yeah?” I question, It seems like every time I even speak to Lenny. As simple as this. Uncontrollable butterflies start to erupt inside of me. Every little compliment, even the facts he’s here to see me makes me smile like an idiot. “Yeah,” he says in a reassuring tone. “Although I was a bit offended you didn’t-” The fellow comedian was cut off by a young looking slim, tall, man.
“Please excuse me Ms. L/N. I’m sorry to interrupt but I was hoping to get an autograph?” He looked very awkward, continually looking back at a group of friends giggling and watching intensely.
“Oh my gosh. Of course!” I made myself turn my gaze away from Lenny. Writing my name on a newspaper “Y/N L/N AND LENNY BRUCE AFFAIR?” With my face in the middle of a skit as the cover. ‘Flattering picture! An even more flattering title!’ I sarcastically thought. “Thanks so much!” He exclaimed, giving a wink. Laughing to myself I looked back at Lenny. “I’m sorry Lenny what were you saying?” I asked. Having completely forgotten the topic of conversation. “People ask for your autograph now?” He asked more seriously than anything before.
“Well sometimes… that’s not a regular thing! No I guess he must’ve just seen me perform here before or something I don’t know but-” “Calm down!” Lenny stated in a more playful tone than the one before. “I wasn’t asking to call you out or something, it’s just incredible.”
A sigh of relief and embarrassment came from my chest, “Oh!” “You no that was a pretty interesting News headline, yeah?” The feeling of embarrassment hit again. I know I talk about Lenny a lot in skits. Wether it’s making fun of him or telling some story relevant to the joke. And hey maybe we’ve gone home together after a show once… or twice. But I know Lenny doesn’t want a relationship with me. “Friends with occasional benefits” he always said.
“ Interesting, you could say that….” I managed to choke out. Lenny laughed, “They’re not completely wrong, are they?” He asked with a cheeky smirk. “I wouldn’t call it an affair… persay.” I tried to keep my cool as he leaned in closer, making my breathe hitch. “Maybe not, but it’s definitely something.” He continued, leaning in closer. “Lenny, you’re the one who said that.. we were only friends, you know, better off that way?” He seemed to consider what I said, looking down, and back up at me. “Can a man change his mind?” Before I could come up with an answer he leaned in to kiss me. More gentle than any that he’d given me before. But before I could enjoy it I felt the flash of a camera hit us. “Lenny, we can't do this here.” I whispered. He answered quickly, “I know, come on.” Lenny ushered us through a near exit outside. It had just begun snowing. Falling and sticking on the city buildings and ground. Lenny walking quickly, still looked my outfit up and down. Black dress, black tights, and a light cardigan. “God, you’re gonna freeze out here.” He scolded, taking his suit jacket off and handing it to me. I thanked him, knowing he wouldn’t let me reject it. As a taxi cab drove by I quickly stuck out my hand and whistled. Lenny and I, freezing, hustled inside the cab. “Where to?” Asked the driver. Before I could answer at all, Lenny gave his address to the driver, and followed it with a wink to me. “I haven’t been here in awhile, you’ve changed a few things!” I admired his apartment, which definitely got a few upgrades over the past 8-9 months. He nodded “Yeah I’ve rearranged, even decorated.” I nodded whilst admiring the unfamiliar looking apartment.”Y/n?” Lenny asks at a quieter volume then he was speaking before. “Hm?” I hum in response “You never answered me. Earlier at the bar. When I asked if… a man can change his mind?” His eyes looked at me with a gleam of hope, along with underlying lust. My senses were overwhelmed by the apartment and Lenny’s longed for presence that it took me a moment to process what he had asked. “I think…” I started “that a man can change his mind.. if he really means it.” Without hesitation Lenny answered “He does.” “Is he sure?” “He is” “Then kiss me.” Lenny following the spontaneity of the previous interaction leaned in with a kiss. Less empty feeling than before. Now it felt full. It felt full of emotion and longing. The kiss deepened. “Bed.” He said sharply. Then picking me up, hooking my legs behind his back, without breaking the kiss he took us to his bed. “I love you.” He smiled, before showing his face into the crook of my neck.
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I love this picture because it just feels like something you’d find in one of your grandparents’ photo albums and you go show your grandpa and you’re like
“When was this Pop-pop?”
and he’s like “No idea.” 
“Do you know where it was taken?” 
and he’s like “No idea. Ask your grandma.” 
and so you go ask her and she’s like: “Oh that was taken in 1960 at the International Inn in Miami, where your grandfather took me on our first date.”
and you’re like: “But Gramma, you never lived in Miami.”
and she sighs, and says: “Yes, but I was on tour, and your grandfather was living there temporarily. So when we stopped in town, he took me out and we went dancing, and had dinner, and he introduced me to Brye Adler, who later told me I had phenomenal tits.” 
and you’re just like: “Didn’t need to know that part Gramma.” 
and your grandfather sort of wanders into the room, now curious about this mysterious photo, and is like “Where was this from again, hon?” 
and she tuts at him and says “Miami. On our first date.” 
And he nods, and says: “Oh right. When you got that cab.” 
She gives him a playful shove, and he asks: “Who took it again?” 
“It was taken by an overeager reporter who loved you.” 
And his memory starts to jog. “Right, and I didn’t want any photos taken but you loved that dress, so you made us pose.” 
“That he remembers,” she says to you. 
“What else did we do that night?” he asked. 
“There was dinner and dancing, but before that you took me to the Miami After Dark at Brye Adler’s, who said my tits were phenomenal.” 
“Oh they are phenomenal,” he assures her, and you start to feel nauseous being a third wheel now. 
“Okay,” you say, plugging your ears and closing your eyes as they kiss, and your grandma smudges lipstick on his lips, and he wipes it off with a handkerchief. “I don’t want to know anymore. But thanks.” 
And you decide to never go through their albums again.
[photo credit from pinterest, and the Madly Marvelous Costume Book]
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stillsoyoung · 1 year
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What do you think that look means?
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I haven’t draw digitally in a while but i’m stuck dog sitting with no art supplies so I figured good a time as any :))
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anonymous asked ↳ Luke and Lorelai’s Waltz or Midge and Lenny’s Rhumba  
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