#eliza foster

[thehoneyden]

POV: Mr.Pages about to risk it all

[levy-tran]

MEGAN WEST as ELIZA FOSTER Good Trouble, 2.09 & 2.10

[blackcinderella1]

Good Trouble 3x04 “Klompendansen” Promo Pics Part #1

[sagiow]

Because I love chaos, Eliza Foster

Ooooh this is gonna be impossible to answer out of her 2 measly scenes from canon , will it? 

Why I like them: On the show? Hmmmm... because she was... played by Betty Gilpin? That’s about it. In fandom, she’s ambitious, resilient, crafty, and has a bit of a mean streak. And, after a very proper, decade-long marriage that resulted in failure, very few f-s given as to proper female behavior in nineteenth century America, although she’s smart enough to still outwardly play (or bend) those rules when it benefits her.

Why I don’t: She’s a bit of an elitist and rather racist, isn’t she?

Favorite episode (scene if movie): In canon, I can only recall the one scene in the stairway with Jed. In fanon, I have a soft spot for her shopping outing with Emma, or her “oh no what are you doing” mid-party hookup with Hale in the brand-new, crystal-chandeliered operating theater she helped design.

Favorite season/movie: S2 because she’s off to California and divorcing Jed. 

Favorite line: “Let’s move to California.”

Favorite outfit: Can’t recall what she wore on the show, but I’m sure it was super fetch. So let’s go with the hat with the dead stuffed bird in MHMM.

OTP: On the show, whoever is not Jed Foster. In fanon, you know it! ;)

Brotp: She had no friends that we knew of in canon, but I like to think she and Anne Hastings got along splendidly back in her Mrs. Foster period. Slytherin sisters! There could also be some mileage in her budding friendship with Emma in MHMM as two former Southern belles with soul-sucking first marriages.

Head Canon: LOL I think I’m close to 15K words on AO3 of Haliza headcannon.

Unpopular opinion: I think my close to 15K words on AO3 of Haliza is an unpopular opinion ;)

A wish: That in canon, her divorce becomes as freeing and empowering as it was in fanon.

An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: She dies of dysentry on the Oregon trail

5 words to best describe them: 

On the show: pretty, whiny, absent, annoying plot-contrivance

In fanon: cunning, charismatic, stylish, conflicted and Machiavellian

My nickname for them: Eliza Cameron Hale

Thanks for the ask, enabling friend :)!

[jomiddlemarch]

We run a very tight ship

I.

“Home sweet horrible,” Jed muttered under his breath, sort of, because Sam, the tall and impressively fit first mate for the cruise ship gave him a sympathetic look. The passage-way was narrow but the space he’d been assigned was almost preposterously small.

“The med bay is bigger,” he said.

“You mean you can turn around in it?” Jed snarked, running a hand through his hair. Sam shrugged and Jed thought maybe he didn’t want to make an enemy of someone who might be an ally, if not a friend. “I don’t mean to complain-- I didn’t have a real spatial context for a cabin on a cruise ship.”

“I got you the porthole. Captain Summers didn’t think it was a big deal, but I thought the ship’s doctor could at least get an ocean view. Balcony was a bridge too far. Sorry, man,” Sam said.

“No need for apologies—not from you anyway. I appreciate you going to bat for me and I’m sure this’ll be fine,” Jed replied, willing his face to look as sincere as his voice was. The beard he’d grown and kept didn’t help with sincerity but he was attached to it now, partly because his mother insisted it was uncouth. Jed had had it up to here with couth.

“You packed properly,” Sam commented, gesturing at Jed’s solitary duffel, which was like an oversized olive canvas sausage. It held a fully loaded e-reader, the stethoscope that had gotten him through the internship from hell, and all the clothes he’d have for the next year, the duration of his contract as the medic for Alexandria Line’s Empress Queen, a stupid cruise ship name that might as well be Mansion House for all the sense it made. He’d have to get whoever it was who dealt with laundry to press his tux, which he thought was overkill but his mother and sister-in-law Jessica had insisted was appropriate. He’d drawn the line at white tie (though he had tucked in a set of cuff-links shaped like compasses, so sue him.)

“I didn’t expect a walk-in closet,” Jed said, getting a laugh from Sam.

“Thank the Lord in Heaven,” Sam said with real religious feeling.

“That bad?”

“It varies. We’ve got a handful this time who, well, I expect fireworks,” Sam said.

“You mean tantrums?” Jed pushed. He always pushed. It worked, about 60/40, so there was no reason to stop.

“We’ll do our best to make sure all our passengers have a regal stay,” Sam said carefully, sounding just like the idiotic commercial. It seemed beneath him.

“When that gets old, you know where to find me,” Jed offered.

“Loud and clear. Loud and clear,” Sam said, smiling broadly. Jesus, he was a handsome man; Jed was comfortable enough to say that, at least in his internal monologue. Sam walked away, his gait easy and loose, elegant really. Jed was fairly sure Jessica would say Sam wore his uniform well. Very well indeed. And then she’d waggle her overly plucked blonde eyebrows and Ez would roll his eyes.

“Better unpack,” Jed said to himself, but aloud. Whatever. There was no one to remark that he was talking to himself. Certainly nowhere for someone to hide in the cabin, where he’d be living for the next twelve months minimum because that’s where his fucking “life’s journey” had led him. If Eliza hadn’t taken him to the cleaner’s in the divorce, getting the house and the condo in Aspen and somehow also his fucking sailboat that she’d hated, if he hadn’t spent the last six months in rehab, he might not have found his only viable job opportunity was on this cruise ship with its washed-up lounge singer Byron V. Hale and magician-illusionist (there was a magician-illusionist? That was a thing?) named PJ Squivers on the fore-deck at 4.

“Fuck this,” Jed said, not sure what he was consigning to fuck-dom. Eliza and her greed? Byron Hale covering Barry Manilow? Every hospital in the tri-state area turning him down despite Harvard and his PhD from Stanford? The tiny cabin with its single bed he could never bring a woman back to? His own self-pity? If he figured it out, would he get a gold star?

It was the Empress Queen. He’d get a gold star and a fucking tiara. Good thing he could carry off a tiara.

Next chapter compliments of my co-conspirator, @sagiow​

[madlilsongbird]

I’m feeling feelings y’all!

The fosters series finale has got my cold dead heart emotional 😭

First of all congrats Brandon and Eliza

THOSE MONTAGES

Corey getting emotional when telling Stef and Lena he wants to go home. (That little lip tremble)

Just Corey in general I’m not kidding I cried!

Mariana and Jesus and Callie and Jude coming together and having sibling moments ❤️

“We’ll take the table”

The empty house

The end montage

Everyone driving away

Thanks for a great ride guys!

[levy-tran]

MEGAN WEST as ELIZA FOSTER Good Trouble, 3.04

[levy-tran]

#a universal experience