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aflawedfashion · 11 months
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Midge & Susie | The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel 5x09
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theresawritesstuff · 11 months
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I'd love to see 24 and 7 of the 3 word sentences list if you feel like it (either one or if you're feeling daring, both! but its up to you! <3<3)
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Hawaii 1973
"I think I'm gonna throw up."
Midge smiled patiently, adjusting the flower on her manager's lapel. "You're not going to throw up. You're just nervous."
"Fuck nervous! I'm having a panic attack. Feel my heartbeat."
Susie took her hand, planting it firmly over her chest, her eyes wide with fear.
"Susie, it's okay. Just breathe," Midge coached gently, modeling deep breaths.
"Hey are you two just about–"
The pair looked up to see Lenny smirking in the doorway.
"If you're looking for tips for the honeymoon I've found that move is more successful a couple inches lower but I'm willing to defer to the lady in this case."
"Did you need something?" Midge wondered patiently.
"Just checking to see if you're ready," he replied. "Jim's been keeping everyone entertained but the guy only has so many songs in his repertoire that aren't about melancholy heartbreak or a fistfight."
Susie forgot her panic for a moment, her face shifting to confusion. "Jim who?"
"Oops."
Lenny covered his mouth with his hand, glancing towards Midge apologetically.
Susie turned back to look at her expectantly.
"It was supposed to be a surprise," Midge sighed.
Susie waited, dropping Midge's hand to put her own expectantly on her hip.
"We got Jim Croce," the comedienne admitted finally.
"You got Jim Croce to play at my wedding?"
"Yes."
"Miriam I fucking love Jim Croce!"
"I know. That was kind of the reason we went with him."
"Miriam!" Susie squeaked her eyes growing watery.
"Susie."
"Fuck…"
Susie began to pace, her hands flapping as she blinked back overwhelmed tears.
"I think we broke her," Lenny quipped to his wife.
"You couldn't just get us a new toaster or something?" Susie cried in exasperated joy.
"We got you a slow cooker too," Midge replied softly, watching her friend work through her feelings.
"That's so thoughtful of you! I never want to cook after I'm at the office all day and I'm always starving," Susie wailed.
She took a deep breath, calming herself down.
"Feeling okay now?" Midge wondered. "Or do I need to remind you there's cake later?"
Her manager shook her head.
"What if she gets sick of me?
"She won't," Midge assured her.
"But what if she does?"
Midge let out a sigh, putting her hands on Susie's shoulders, looking her in the eye. "Then we'll get drunk and go down to the Gaslight so you can flash someone and then I'll help you pick up the pieces."
Her manager smiled, shaking her head.
"How the hell have you done this three times? This is terrifying."
"I've only been married twice."
Susie raised a brow about to contradict her but Midge quickly held up a finger.
"The one in Vegas doesn't count," she insisted.
She let out a deep breath, giving it some thought, glancing over at Lenny.
"Yes the idea of taking this big of a step can be scary. Especially when you've been hurt by love in the past. But when you find the right someone… Someone who loves you for you, someone who celebrates your big wins and picks you up when you're down. Makes you laugh at the breakfast table…Taking that leap can feel like flying."
"What about the landing?" Susie wondered.
"Well that's why there's two of you. You've just gotta trust the other person to catch you," Lenny offered from his place in the doorway.
Midge looked over at him softly, a tender smile on her lips.
Susie groaned. "God how are you two still this goo goo eyed after being hitched for five years?"
Lenny chuckled. "Just lucky."
Midge blinked, the number sticking in her mind. "Huh."
Lenny quirked a brow in question.
"I just realized we've been married longer than I was married to Joel."
"You sound surprised," he smirked.
"No, no! Just…" Midge smiled, processing the emotion. "It's freeing in a way."
Lenny nodded, looking a little smug. "You do realize what this means…"
"Please don't tell me you've decided to hire a secretary," Midge huffed teasingly.
Lenny shook his head. "No. It means I am now the reigning champion of being Mrs Maisel's Mister."
Midge shook her head, grinning.
"You already had that in the bag."
"Are you two done?" Susie asked impatiently.
"That depends. Are you ready get non-state recognized hitched?" Lenny batted back.
Susie smiled, flipping him off as she dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief.
"Just give us five more minutes," Midge told him softly.
"Can do." 
He gave her a thumbs up.
"Hey Susie?" he added doubling back.
"What?"
"You look great."
Susie smiled softly.
"Thanks. Now leave, will yah?"
Lenny smirked, leaving the two of them alone.
Susie let out a deep breath, collecting herself. 
Once she was back to herself, she barked "Alright. Work your magic so I don't look all puffy. I've got a lady waiting for me to put a ring on her finger."
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itspanzee · 1 year
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Are you kidding me?? Midge and Susie aren't going to be friends after 25 years because "they tried to be friends in show business" ?! After all the stupid ups and downs and Midge making it big, somehow they are just going to no longer going to be friends at all? What bull.
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yourtinseltinkerbell · 11 months
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whitefluffyyeti · 11 months
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The marvelous Mrs. Maisel 
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mrgaretcarter · 11 months
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2x7 | 5x6
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pixiegeldof · 1 year
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Marvelous Mrs. Maisel's Rachel Brosnahan and Alex Borstein channel iconic duos for EW's cover shoot (x)
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nervouspearl · 11 months
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“Get my girl on the show.”
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hattersarts · 1 year
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personally with all the suise & rose content i am currently enjoying the concept of secret suise/rose that midge then finds out about and gets horrifically jealous of but cant communicate that so just breaks their friendship
this is for exactly 4 people
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5.06 - The Testi-Roastial
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theresawritesstuff · 1 year
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"I immediately regret this decision."
"Susie," Midge said, steering her manager back towards the shop by the shoulders, "As my maid of honor you have to come with me to pick out my dress."
"Co-maid of honor," Imogene corrected.
"Aren't you married with like five kids?" Susie wondered, briefly forgetting to struggle against entering the bridal boutique.
"Three."
"She has a point, Imogene. Married women are technically matrons of honor," Rose corrected.
Imogene scrunched up her face at the term. "I know but she's older than I am and I just don't like the sound of the word matron. Plus, I never got to be a maid of honor before I got married."
"Because you married Archie right out of high school," Midge reminded her.
Imogene sighed wistfully, growing nostalgic. "He always looked so handsome in his varsity jacket. I really should find where we put that."
Susie suppressed a gag. "Ugh, Miriam there's so much tulle. That is what the gauzy stuff is called, right? You don't need me here. You pick dresses in your sleep. I've heard you do it!"
"You'll be fine," Midge assured her manager. "Just don't look at the price tags."
Susie rolled her eyes, curiosity overcoming her as she glanced at a gown on display. "Why? How much can one dress really--HOly shh..."
The sales woman arched a brow in their direction.
"Ma'am." Susie nodded apologetically.
They combed through dress after dress after dress and not one felt right.
Too much like her first dress.
Didn't feel enough like her style.
Too frilly. Too plain...
Finally Susie emerged from the back of the shop. "This one," she insisted.
"Susie, dear, it's lovely, but maybe--"
"Nope. I've spent too much time with this woman's wardrobe. It's this one."
"But it's..."
"Perfect," Midge whispered.
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applesdefinitely · 1 year
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i mean
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yourtinseltinkerbell · 11 months
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5x01 | 5x09
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aceofsages · 11 months
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susie & midge are the embodiment of not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing (so devoted the lines blur)
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eqnygma · 11 months
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I am in gay hell and I can never escape.
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