My Own Head Canons
I'm still not tired of these head-canons. I decided write my own head-canons on themes that I haven't already covered in previous posts posts.
This is pretty multi-fandom so I hid each head-canon under a cut but I'm covering Mad Men, Angel, and Gilmore Girls.
Cooking/food headcanon: Betty Draper always resented that she had to prepare and sit for two meals when she was married to Don, even before she became consciously aware of her resentment. Every day, Betty's life from 4 PM till 9 PM was basically about food that Betty mostly couldn't eat.
First, she'd have to cook or manage Carla's meal preparation for the kids. Then, she had to sit with the kids through dinner. By this point, Betty was desperate to eat something since Betty usually skipped lunch but that would be gluttonous and irresponsible. Betty smoked and drank water as the children ate to try to take the edge of her hunger but it wasn't enough. Sally or Bobby would try to engage her in an inane conversation through their dinner but Betty didn't have the patience to participate since all she could think about was the food sitting in front of her that she couldn't touch and whether Don would be home for a second dinner. Betty could hear herself snapping at her kids but in her head, she defended herself. "Sally and Bobby's conversation *is* inane." "They're lucky that she's being a good mother and sitting with them through a dinner that she can't eat."
Then, Betty had to administer the nighttime activities for the kids. Even after they hired Carla, she was gone by the kids' dinner. Every night, Betty entertained the kids, bathed them, put them to bed, while simultaneously putting together a welcoming, reasonably elegant adults' meal in the dining room complete with a "welcome home" cocktail and the cart set up for more or wine that paired well with dinner. All on an empty stomach.
If Don came home for dinner at around 7 to 8 PM, it was a good night. It meant that Betty would know that her gorgeous, successful, "envy of all women" husband was home for all of her and her alone. Then, Betty could enjoy seeing Don heartily tuck into dinner and immediately guzzle down his cocktail, satisfied that she keeps a good home and knows how to entertain her husband. It made it easier for Betty to retrain herself and eat daintily and look alert and pretty even though she was starving and exhausting because the most important person was seeing her efforts to be a good wife. After all, that's what all of this is for.
If Don gave her some notice ahead of time that he'd be working late and couldn't make dinner....well, that wasn't as good as having him for dinner, but it was a relief. Betty could just make a small helping to eat with the children and she wouldn't have to make a second dinner.
The worst happened more and more frequently later into their marriage. Don came home after 8:30 PM without any notice, uninterested in dinner, and stinking of cigarette smoke or Canadian Club or...another's woman perfume or he didn't come that night at all. Betty had to eat part of the dinner that she prepared for the two of them alone. But of course, Betty couldn't stuff herself like a glutton and she knew from painful experience that it's humiliating to fall on the food like a pig at 9 PM because her husband didn't show up. On those nights, Betty just sat trying to keep from eating too much, too quickly and trying to keep her thoughts from running away from her on Don's whereabouts all in isolation, desperately looking forward to bedtime.
Henry invited himself to dinner with the kids a few times so that Betty didn't have to serve a second dinner. However, Betty didn't get it until Henry flat-out told her in bed that he'd prefer to eat dinner as a family and he doesn't need a separate meal. Right then, Betty fell a little more in love with Henry.
Family headcanon: Richard Gilmore admired his mother for an number of reasons. However, to be honest, part of the reason is that everyone else admired his mother. From when he was a young boy, he remembered hearing a number of adults commenting on how Lorelai Gilmroe I was so admirably rising to the challenge of raising Richard Gilmore as a widow. Extended relatives and members of her charitable organizations frequently noted that Lorelai Gilmore I was extraordinary for never stinting once on her society and charitable obligations even as she steady doted on Richard from when he was a young boy through when he attended Yale.
It wasn't until he attended Stars Hallow's celebration of Rory's graduation from Yale that it occurred to Richard that his daughter and his mother were startlingly similar...
Appearance headcanon- Of all of Wesley's inferiority complexes, he was never bothered by wearing glasses. He was first prescribed glasses at 13 and he was pretty excited to get them. He thought they would stop him from walking into walls and tripping. (Unfortunately, they did not.) In his life where everything was chosen for him, there was something liberating to picking out a set of frames. At any rate, most future and current Watchers wear glasses. Call it either a cost of a profession bent on dusty tomes with small words from a young age on or call it a genetic cost of generations of inter-marriage on the tiny island that is Britain. Wesley never even heard of "four eyes" as an insult until he got to America. Even on reaching the more glasses-hostile-USA, Wesley was still fine with wearing glasses. They were part of him, he had a lifetime of habits of hiding behind them or cleaning them during awkward moments.
However, Wesley did elect to get laser eye surgery during his stay at the hospital after his throat was slit. He had to stay in the hospital for two weeks until the doctors were satisfied that his injury was cured enough for him to eat and live unassisted. Two long weeks of being confined to the hospital with nothing but his thoughts. His throat hurt so much that he couldn't even sleep more than a few hours at a time. A candy striper came by every few days with inane reading material- but Wesley should shoot through the one or two cheap paperbacks that he was allowed to borrow at a time in several hours and he didn't have the voice, nor the patience, to try to get the however, kind-hearted volunteer back to make cheery, one-sided chitchat of "You poor thing! I didn't even know that criminals actually go around slitting throats in LA. We hear about muggings but this is something else. It's like I tell my daughter/son/neighbor/etc..., be careful throughout LA". He mused that one of the benefits of visitors to even mute patients who couldn't carry on a conversation was to bring books or games or videos but that he abruptly stopped that train of though.
Wesley was so hard-up for reading material that he tried re-reading the Bible in his night-stand but tossed it in the corner out of furious guilt. Then, he read through the hospital's public relations booklet on its best elective surgery offices and more renowned units. He happened on a characteristically flashy Los Angeles hospital advertisement about laser eye surgery. He was drawn to the "keep busy" activity of forcibly burning an imperfection out of his body and wrote on his whiteboard to his nurse to allow him to get some exercise to walk to the Medical Arts Building for a free consultation. Wesley signed up for the surgery a day before his release. He was almost disappointed when the physician's assistant boasted that laser eye surgery used to be painful for more than a week but revolutionary technology ensured that it would only be painful for that evening. The physician's assistant somewhat flirtatiously and definitely over-familiarly noted that most people seem a lot happier when they give themselves this kind of an expensive gift. However, Wesley just looked down and that was the end of that discussion. A small voice inside that sounded a lot like his fathers' lectured him that it was imprudent to spent this much money from his savings when he's just been sacked (again) and doesn't know who'll be fool enough to hire him again to do anything. However, Wesley shut the voice out and went for the surgery.
Fast forward five months later, Cyvus Vail worked to design re-written memories of Angel's and very soon W&H's associates. Briefly, Vail wondered how to re-write Wesley's eye-surgery for a Connor-less world. Vail decided against heading back into the past to create a memory where Wesley was dissatisfied with glasses and intended on getting laser eye surgery when he saved enough money. After all, Vail was only paid to re-write memories in the last year. The art of memory writing is to avoid getting carried away with trivia and in a world of epic prophecies and apocalypses and Angel's weird sex life of perfect happiness or perfect despair, Wesley's LASIK was definitely among the trivial shades of trivia. In Vails' re-written version, Wesley was in a snitty funk at working next to obnoxiously PDA Fred and Gunn and decided to get laser-eye surgery because it seems like a cool thing to do. Vail even programmed Wesley's go-to-self-deprecating-joke when anyone commented on his lack of glasses. It went, "Yes, it was expensive pre-mature mid-life crisis. I hope that when I hit my actual mid-life crisis that I go out get something useful by comparison like a sports car." By then, the line felt rehearsed to Wesley even though, well, it wasn't....
This is pretty multi-fandom so I hid each head-canon under a cut but I'm covering Mad Men, Angel, and Gilmore Girls.
Cooking/food headcanon: Betty Draper always resented that she had to prepare and sit for two meals when she was married to Don, even before she became consciously aware of her resentment. Every day, Betty's life from 4 PM till 9 PM was basically about food that Betty mostly couldn't eat.
First, she'd have to cook or manage Carla's meal preparation for the kids. Then, she had to sit with the kids through dinner. By this point, Betty was desperate to eat something since Betty usually skipped lunch but that would be gluttonous and irresponsible. Betty smoked and drank water as the children ate to try to take the edge of her hunger but it wasn't enough. Sally or Bobby would try to engage her in an inane conversation through their dinner but Betty didn't have the patience to participate since all she could think about was the food sitting in front of her that she couldn't touch and whether Don would be home for a second dinner. Betty could hear herself snapping at her kids but in her head, she defended herself. "Sally and Bobby's conversation *is* inane." "They're lucky that she's being a good mother and sitting with them through a dinner that she can't eat."
Then, Betty had to administer the nighttime activities for the kids. Even after they hired Carla, she was gone by the kids' dinner. Every night, Betty entertained the kids, bathed them, put them to bed, while simultaneously putting together a welcoming, reasonably elegant adults' meal in the dining room complete with a "welcome home" cocktail and the cart set up for more or wine that paired well with dinner. All on an empty stomach.
If Don came home for dinner at around 7 to 8 PM, it was a good night. It meant that Betty would know that her gorgeous, successful, "envy of all women" husband was home for all of her and her alone. Then, Betty could enjoy seeing Don heartily tuck into dinner and immediately guzzle down his cocktail, satisfied that she keeps a good home and knows how to entertain her husband. It made it easier for Betty to retrain herself and eat daintily and look alert and pretty even though she was starving and exhausting because the most important person was seeing her efforts to be a good wife. After all, that's what all of this is for.
If Don gave her some notice ahead of time that he'd be working late and couldn't make dinner....well, that wasn't as good as having him for dinner, but it was a relief. Betty could just make a small helping to eat with the children and she wouldn't have to make a second dinner.
The worst happened more and more frequently later into their marriage. Don came home after 8:30 PM without any notice, uninterested in dinner, and stinking of cigarette smoke or Canadian Club or...another's woman perfume or he didn't come that night at all. Betty had to eat part of the dinner that she prepared for the two of them alone. But of course, Betty couldn't stuff herself like a glutton and she knew from painful experience that it's humiliating to fall on the food like a pig at 9 PM because her husband didn't show up. On those nights, Betty just sat trying to keep from eating too much, too quickly and trying to keep her thoughts from running away from her on Don's whereabouts all in isolation, desperately looking forward to bedtime.
Henry invited himself to dinner with the kids a few times so that Betty didn't have to serve a second dinner. However, Betty didn't get it until Henry flat-out told her in bed that he'd prefer to eat dinner as a family and he doesn't need a separate meal. Right then, Betty fell a little more in love with Henry.
Family headcanon: Richard Gilmore admired his mother for an number of reasons. However, to be honest, part of the reason is that everyone else admired his mother. From when he was a young boy, he remembered hearing a number of adults commenting on how Lorelai Gilmroe I was so admirably rising to the challenge of raising Richard Gilmore as a widow. Extended relatives and members of her charitable organizations frequently noted that Lorelai Gilmore I was extraordinary for never stinting once on her society and charitable obligations even as she steady doted on Richard from when he was a young boy through when he attended Yale.
It wasn't until he attended Stars Hallow's celebration of Rory's graduation from Yale that it occurred to Richard that his daughter and his mother were startlingly similar...
Appearance headcanon- Of all of Wesley's inferiority complexes, he was never bothered by wearing glasses. He was first prescribed glasses at 13 and he was pretty excited to get them. He thought they would stop him from walking into walls and tripping. (Unfortunately, they did not.) In his life where everything was chosen for him, there was something liberating to picking out a set of frames. At any rate, most future and current Watchers wear glasses. Call it either a cost of a profession bent on dusty tomes with small words from a young age on or call it a genetic cost of generations of inter-marriage on the tiny island that is Britain. Wesley never even heard of "four eyes" as an insult until he got to America. Even on reaching the more glasses-hostile-USA, Wesley was still fine with wearing glasses. They were part of him, he had a lifetime of habits of hiding behind them or cleaning them during awkward moments.
However, Wesley did elect to get laser eye surgery during his stay at the hospital after his throat was slit. He had to stay in the hospital for two weeks until the doctors were satisfied that his injury was cured enough for him to eat and live unassisted. Two long weeks of being confined to the hospital with nothing but his thoughts. His throat hurt so much that he couldn't even sleep more than a few hours at a time. A candy striper came by every few days with inane reading material- but Wesley should shoot through the one or two cheap paperbacks that he was allowed to borrow at a time in several hours and he didn't have the voice, nor the patience, to try to get the however, kind-hearted volunteer back to make cheery, one-sided chitchat of "You poor thing! I didn't even know that criminals actually go around slitting throats in LA. We hear about muggings but this is something else. It's like I tell my daughter/son/neighbor/etc..., be careful throughout LA". He mused that one of the benefits of visitors to even mute patients who couldn't carry on a conversation was to bring books or games or videos but that he abruptly stopped that train of though.
Wesley was so hard-up for reading material that he tried re-reading the Bible in his night-stand but tossed it in the corner out of furious guilt. Then, he read through the hospital's public relations booklet on its best elective surgery offices and more renowned units. He happened on a characteristically flashy Los Angeles hospital advertisement about laser eye surgery. He was drawn to the "keep busy" activity of forcibly burning an imperfection out of his body and wrote on his whiteboard to his nurse to allow him to get some exercise to walk to the Medical Arts Building for a free consultation. Wesley signed up for the surgery a day before his release. He was almost disappointed when the physician's assistant boasted that laser eye surgery used to be painful for more than a week but revolutionary technology ensured that it would only be painful for that evening. The physician's assistant somewhat flirtatiously and definitely over-familiarly noted that most people seem a lot happier when they give themselves this kind of an expensive gift. However, Wesley just looked down and that was the end of that discussion. A small voice inside that sounded a lot like his fathers' lectured him that it was imprudent to spent this much money from his savings when he's just been sacked (again) and doesn't know who'll be fool enough to hire him again to do anything. However, Wesley shut the voice out and went for the surgery.
Fast forward five months later, Cyvus Vail worked to design re-written memories of Angel's and very soon W&H's associates. Briefly, Vail wondered how to re-write Wesley's eye-surgery for a Connor-less world. Vail decided against heading back into the past to create a memory where Wesley was dissatisfied with glasses and intended on getting laser eye surgery when he saved enough money. After all, Vail was only paid to re-write memories in the last year. The art of memory writing is to avoid getting carried away with trivia and in a world of epic prophecies and apocalypses and Angel's weird sex life of perfect happiness or perfect despair, Wesley's LASIK was definitely among the trivial shades of trivia. In Vails' re-written version, Wesley was in a snitty funk at working next to obnoxiously PDA Fred and Gunn and decided to get laser-eye surgery because it seems like a cool thing to do. Vail even programmed Wesley's go-to-self-deprecating-joke when anyone commented on his lack of glasses. It went, "Yes, it was expensive pre-mature mid-life crisis. I hope that when I hit my actual mid-life crisis that I go out get something useful by comparison like a sports car." By then, the line felt rehearsed to Wesley even though, well, it wasn't....