#mr jackson

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Mr Jackson 🤤😍☺️

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oh Bradley...my heart :(

The music in the background and the fear she has :( :( :(...the pain

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Woof and I saw some pretty cool things at the local antique shop!

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The stages that Bradley goes through over what happened to Hannah :(

Obviously focused so much on how amazing Jennifer Aniston is in The Morning Show, cause she gives such great performances throughout the series.

But you know what? Reese, especially here, is amazing too. Reese doesn’t get her due, because she does so much with Bradley...when Bradley is saying nothing at all. 

Turns out I have a lot of feelings on Bradley’s walls and vulnerabilities...so filed under read more

We see this the most, when Bradley stops with her defensive, wall of anger(most part, justified anger), the rants(which I love FYI cause relatable), or acting like she’s tough, and we see just her, like we do in the last shot...and really, it’s a woman filled with a lot of pain, sadness and insecurity.

Yes, she’s grieving, in shock over Hannah and feels immense guilt about Hannah. But we can tell in the last shot so much other stuff is going on. 

We saw this before, when Bradley loses her tough facade in the scene, where she had a breakdown with Chip over Hannah, especially when she says “this girl is broken” and her reaction to that in the last shot. 

But we could really see it in the scene with Cory(especially vulnerable there),

(ALSO ON GOD KNOWS HOW MANY TIMES I’VE REWATCHED THIS SCENE, AND I ONLY REALISE NOW, HOW MUCH SHE PAUSES SO MUCH THROUGHOUT THIS and STARES AT HIM A LOT, BEFORE SHE SAYS ANYTHING TO HIM)

(also never over her long pause and stare at him, when he agrees to help her with the Mitch interview)

We can see it again when she tries to be open with him, and stress she doesn’t take for granted the difficult position she’s putting him in. And well...when she sits beside him and pretty much tells him, that he’s one of the the people she likes and cares about in her life....

...we can tell that it’s not something she does very often...

But also we really see all that vulnerability and sadness come together in that wine scene with Alex, especially, when Alex speaks eloquently about love and partnership, and still having faith in that. The look on Bradley’s face after hearing all of that from Alex, is in complete contrast to her statements about her cynicism of marriage and love. Of course, she has those opinions for sure, and she probably has reasons for that, but in my opinion she has the most vulnerable look, after hearing Alex make that statement, it sorta just leaves her shook. To me she sorta looked exposed, and dare I say it, lonely(OUCH IT HURTS), and maybe to me, at her most vulnerable...cause she was not prepared for that...

I honestly see her pain here again....I don’t know man...:( This one shot(that’s why I’m sharing it again) always hurts me the most...I suspect we’re going to experience more of that next season from Bradley and explore more of that I hope...but I just hope she’s not alone, and when she does let down her walls - she does it in a healthy way....because we see what happens when she doesn’t handle it in healthy ways....which brings us to below:

ALSO GOD DAMN IT HER PHONE CALL WITH HER DAD?! HOW COULD I FORGET THAT :( Her reactions to it! When she’s listening to him, and no one she knows is around...it’s in complete contrast to what she says to him...She’s so touched that he called her to tell her how proud he is of her...BUT SHE DOESN’T TELL HIM THAT cause she can’t(their history and a lot of pain there), and that’s what hurts her the most. Hurts too much to have her walls there :’(

ANYWAY IN CONCLUSION REESE DESERVED THAT GOLDEN GLOBE NOM and sorry took me second rewatch to realize it...even though I love and relate to Bradley the most...and just love REESE IN GENERAL

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Making the Grade

As Carlos sat in his seat, he took a deep breath. It was the day of the test, and he had been studying as hard as he could.

"Alright class, you have one hour," Mr. Jackson stated. "You will not rush, and you will not tardy. You will do your best and fill out as much of the test as you are able."

As he gave the last person the test, he looked at his watch. "And your time begins… now."

Everyone flipped the test and began. As Carlos looked over the questions, he saw that it was all the stuff he went over, in an attempt to downplay his boner when Niff was over. All the questions, the secondary tips, everything he could focus on. It certainly played to his benefit, as well; though he wasn't the first, second, or even third to finish, he was able to manage to barely pull a B-. He smiled; it was a definite improvement on his usual D-.

…

The following day, he fixed his hair in the mirror and straightened out his outfit. It was tutoring time again, and he was prepared to show his grade to Niff. He made his way downstairs and waited by the door.

Much like the last time, Niff’s mom dropped her off, and much like last time, Carlos' mom talked to 'Jennifer' on the way into the house. While he saw her smiling, he could tell that it was like a window frosted over with icicles, letting only in a cold sunlight of an early winter morning.

Despite his presence at the entrance of the house, Niff was still walked up to Carlos' room, with Carlos close behind. As she left them alone, Carlos finally saw Niff. She wore a pair of black skinny jeans that hugged her hips and a black turtleneck sweater. As he saw her face, he saw she wore a demeanor that silently told him that she was waiting for the grade.

"So… I got a 'B' minus."

She furrowed her brow slightly. “Is that… better? Worse?”

"It's… better." She's probably going to back out, and tell everyone I only studied to see her tits, he thought. Dammit. I'm so stupid-

Niff sighed. "Alright."

Carlos froze as he heard her.

"Let's get this over with."

"O-kay." He stood, awaiting his reward.

Niff backed up, until she was close to the bedroom's exit. As she went to grab the sides of her sweater, she quickly locked the door, before returning to taking off the top. Or at least, trying to take the top off.

She groaned. "I seriously wore the wrong top for this." She adjusted herself until she was able to get a proper hold of her sweater. She carefully pulled the sweater up until her breasts fell out of it, revealing the fire red bra that carried them. She shut her eyes and scowled.

"There, happy?" She asked with a tone of disdain.

"Uhm… I mean, yeah; they're nice." As Carlos observed them, he noticed that there was an outline of a nipple piercing, as well as an under-boob tattoo that poked out from the bottom and presumably went over the sternum.

"Did those hurt?" he asked.

"Just a little bit," she lied, before pulling her sweater back down. "Alright; now that you've gotten all motivated, you're gonna get good grades, and I can stop coming over, right?"

"Well, not according to the legal thing," Carlos answered. Feeling her gaze drill holes in her, he added; "I heard my mom talk about the community service."

“Ugh, that’s so annoying.” She scowled. “I’m not teaching you anything, so what do you want now?”

Carlos paused as he thought it over. "Can… can I feel one?"

Niff grumbled. "Fine. But only for as long as I let you, got it?"

Carlos nodded. "Sure, sure; it's just… they look soft, and I just want to feel it for just, like, ten seconds."

“No. You get to feel for ONLY as long as I let you feel them.”

"Okay, that's perfectly fair."

“Deal. Now, get to work, dumbass.” She again smacked the back of his head.

"Okay." He continued to study to hide his boner. However, as he kept trying to hide it, he thought about what Niff said the last tutor session. "Hey, Niff?"

At first, she didn't respond, her headphones blasting more music while she read a comic book.

Carlos got up and tapped her on her shoulder.

She looked up from her comic book and slid an earphone back. “Yeah, what?” she asked.

"What was that last time?"

“What was what?”

"You said something about 'the letters' never staying in one place."

Her demeanor shifted. If she were a bird - a raven or a crow, to keep in theme witj her attire - her feathers would've started to ruffle. “Yeah, so?! You got a problem with that?!” She wanted to yell, but Carlos could tell that some type of malicious force held her back to the point of barely speaking stronger than a loud whisper.

"No, no; I just wanted to help you back."

Her demeanor shifted. Her feathers unruffled as she paid more attention. She hadn't been used to that response.

"I have a cousin who has dyslexia."

“Good for you.” She says with a hint of defeat in her voice. “It was a joke, I was messing with you. I’m not some freak, I’m just dumb.”

Carlos, noting her shame, held her shoulder. "No, I know you can't read. I set out my 'Squirrel Girl' comics and a copy of 'Frankenstein's Monster' I got from the library out on the edge of my desk-" he snatched the comic from her hands and pointed to it. "I know the only way you'd choose this over that-" he pointed to the copy of Mary Shelley's book. "is if you couldn't choose it." He sat down. "I'm not mad, and I'm not annoyed. I genuinely just wanna help."

Niff sputtered expletives and parts of defenses. As she did, Carlos got the feeling his words struck a cord. She paused before sighing. “Fine, yeah. I’m dyslexic.”

Alright." Carlos sat next to her. "So, do you want me to help?"

“I’ve tried to get help before but my 'parents' didn't wanna accept that there's a problem. We even moved here ‘cus a school got too pushy about helping me.” There was a pause where it looked like she was going to add something, but nothing was said.

"Then we keep it a secret, and we'll just keep up the act of you helping me; Deal?" he stuck out his hand for a handshake.

She thought about it for a couple seconds. “Fine.” She put her hand in Carlos' and gripped it.

"Alright," he twisted her hand so that the back of her hand face upwards and kissed it. "Then the pact is sealed."

She yanked her hand back to herself. She closed her eyes and scowled. “Don’t you ever fucking do that again you dumbass, or I won’t let you touch or see anything.”

"Okay; sorry."

“Good. You’d better be.” Although he wasn't sure, Carlos thought he could see for what would've been less than a second the faintest of smiles that quickly disappeared. “Thank you,” she said quietly.

“Kiiiids~” Carlos' mom called from downstairs. "How's your studying session going?"

Before Carlos had time to answer, her footsteps were already making their way upstairs.

“Oh, silly me,” she said, her voice closing in, “You’re both young adults, and not kids, my mistake~; it’s just…” she poked her head into his bedroom doorframe. “I remember when you were so small and cute.”

"Yeah, mom," he said, somewhat surprised at her speed, "I was adorable. Not that that helps me now." He motioned toward Niff. "She's been the only girl I've successfully talked to for longer than two sentences."

“I hope you’ve been talking about History, right, Jennifer?”

“Yes ma’am, on-only history. Nothing but history.”

"Yes, Mom; it was only Mr. Jackson's material."

“Good, it sounds like you’re taking your tutoring seriously.” She smiled at Niff the entire time, but Carlos could almost see a cat ready to pounce in her place. Her demeanor shifted to be ever so slightly softer as she looked at him with a genuinely loving demeanor without having to adjust her face. “That’s good, dear~” She faced Niff again, her haunches being put again. "Your mother called, and she'll be here in an hour, Jennifer~" She gave her the same bloodthirsty Cheshire smile before walking back out and walking down the steps, her speed quiet and slow.

When Carlos was sure that his mother had left, he closed the door, locking it in the same fell swoop. "So, I help with your dyslexia when you come over to 'tutor' me, then?" he whispered.

“Yeah, deal. I’ll also do what I can to help motivate you.”

"Alright." He paused. "So, could I see them again?"

She sighed “Fine.” She again lifted her shirt, while keeping them in her bra.

He nodded as he gave a slight smile. "Thanks."

She then put her shirt back down. “Now, read for the rest of the hour.”

"Okay."

After close to an hour later, Niff’s mom came to pick her up. Niff was walked out again from Carlos' room to the front door, where her mother waited for her, who took her on her way. Motivated by the mental image of Niff's perfect rack, and his imagining of what could be hiding underneath her bra, Carlos was left to his own devices until Wednesday of the following week, when he was again taking a test in Mr. Jackson's history class.

"Ah, Mr. Allende," he said, not pronouncing his surname right again. "And may I ask, will you have another stroke of genius again, or should I not get my hopes up too much?"

"Well, I've been getting tutored, so I'd say you'd better get used to it."

"That's good to hear, because-" he handed him a paper "-it's test time once again."

For once in a long time, Mr. Jackson's test went by fairly quickly. He felt the answers come to him more quickly than the last time, and certainly more quickly than his classmates, who showed signs of a struggle. As he managed to naturally speed through the test, he gained more and more confidence about his answers and about himself.

To his, Mr. Jackson's, and everyone else's surprise, he was the first one to drop off his test. Since there was nothing else the teach had ready, he was allowed to leave and roam about, provided that he didn't make a ruckus.

The rest of Carlos' day felt pretty smooth, but as he quietly and calmly wandered the halls, his mind wandered as well, drifting to his tutoring. Hopefully she doesn't think it's too convenient tomorrow evening…

As he made his way back home, he was greeted by his mother, who seemed to REALLY be getting into red meats all of a sudden, to the point where she even got a butcher's apron and professional kitchen set of knives.

“Hiiii honeyyy, how was school?”

"It was good; I was actually the first to finish Mr. J's test."

“Wow!

CHOP!

"That’s great!"

CHOP!

"Keep it up!”

CHOP!

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I need some more focus on Bradley’s background next season or more interactions with her family...not just hints

OH ouch the “always have” line...oh I forgot about that..seriously..I need more of this...

actually what I would love is Bradley’s family interacting with her new Morning Show family....CAUSE THAT WOULD BE INTERESTING!! cough Cory cough

Cough Alex Cough... INJECT THOSE POTENTIAL SCENES INTO MY VEINS...

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OUch...ouch

THIS HURTS WAAA...I need more of Bradley’s backstory for real...or just her dad’s first name 

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WHY DOES THIS MAKE ME SO EMOTIONAL!

It’s what’s not said and Bradley’s face :( :(

I ramble about Bradley’s emotional walls and her complicated relationship with her dad here anyway X

Also how does Bradley’s dad not have a first name? all I see is Mr Jackson? I hope that’s fixed next season but..maybe I missed something or something