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My Twin Peaks/True Detective Crossovering pic for @paydlrt! (on AO3)

Mel: Anyway given all the cosmic movement in tptr... probably happened somewhere in there or shortly before

Mel: An Omen of things to come

Mel: Anyway. Albert and tammy... take advantage of it

Mel: Rip gordon

Mel: Gordon comes in wearing this fedora and doesn't take it off when he gets inside and Albert's like "good god what is that thing on your head"

Mel: Gordon shushes him and yanks him into his office and slams the door

Mel: Gordon tells him that something Very, Very Big, Albert is going to happen soon

Albert's like "what... are you talking about"

Gordon reluctantly takes off his hat

Mel: A Bad Hair Day, Albert

Mel: There's like. One single hair that won't lay flat. Albert can't even see it until gordon points it out

Mel: "Bad hair day, Albert! This hasn't happened since the day before Cooper disappeared!"

Mel: And only one other time, in 1975 ofc

laughingpineapple: ("bad hair day", hair as in singular. That one hair that's an omen of misfortune)

Mel: Concept: would albert just like. Grab the hair and pull it out of his head so he'll shut up about it

Mel: He like keeps talking about it to albert all day and staring at it in the mirror and finally Albert's like "jesus, just pluck it out if it's bothering you so much" [also albert is bitter--gordon complaining about his One "bad hair day" when it's perfect every day and albert.... had to shave his]

Renmorris: Rip Albert's beautiful hedgehog hair :c

Mel: "I can't, Albert! You can't just throw an omen in the trash!"

"Watch me"

Mel: [Yank]

Renmorris: 👏👏👏👏

Renmorris: Is Gordon like...speechless

Mel: Tammy watches the whole thing like "God you two need other people in your life"

laughingpineapple: He wouldn't do that unprovoked, but "you can't just throw an omen in the trash" are the magic words tbh

Mel: Gordon is mortified, yes

laughingpineapple: Tammy, WITH TYPICAL DISPLAY OF TACT AND SITUATIONAL AWARENESS... Tammy, they kind of had three more people in their lives.

Mel: Ok rephrase: "Who even are you people"

laughingpineapple: No no it was like Tammy 101

Renmorris: Tammy ;o;

Mel: the rest of the day gordon is like "i don't want to see you anywhere near my office"

"What Have You Done"

laughingpineapple: BUT

laughingpineapple: nothing bad happens that day

laughingpineapple: or the next

Mel: Albert's like "wow i should have tried that a long time ago. He hasn't texted or called down to my office for almost an entire hour"

Mel: Gordon texting jeffries in a panic like "i had a bad hair day what does it mean"

He gets a response back and it's all in wingdings

You have been Chosen

paydlrt replied to your post “i had a dream that tammy preston was interviewing me for some kind of...”

Also I'm glad I'm the person people tag when they have weird dreams

did i just doom some alternate version of myself to the blue rose life? What Have I done....

Big Sad Overlayed Head

Albert flinches automatically, his fork clanging against the plate. Feels the nervous tension in his gut solidify as Gordon starts to speak. His one, admittedly feeble hope - that Gordon would come back on his threat from last night, would acknowledge Albert’s pain and admit he’d gone too far - shattered against the raw edge of the man’s anger. A united front. It would be hysterical if it wasn’t so damn pathetic, and the thought that Gordon is looking at him to resolve this, is expecting some kind of capitulation or confession or whatever else it will take to placate him now, is enough to make the last remaining shred of his composure fall away.

At some level, he’s aware of Gordon’s eyes on him, but he’s no longer even sure if Gordon is still talking through the persistent ringing in his ears. He blinks down at his barely touched breakfast plate, bile flooding his throat at the sight, and for a moment, he’s horrifyingly certain he’s about to lose what little he put in his stomach just now.

He gets up, slamming his knee against the table, swallowing a curse as he backs away. Wonders if Gordon can see the despair in his face. “Tell Tammy -” He shudders. “Tell her whatever. Tell her I overslept. I - can’t - do this right now.” Blindly, he turns his back on Gordon, realizing he has no idea where to go. Back to his own room would take too long. Bathroom? Too cramped. Street? No privacy. Hotel courtyard then, if he can remember how to get there - but everything feels strangely muted, and his breathing’s all wrong, and… There. Set of double doors at the back of the breakfast room, down a long corridor, through another door, and he’s outside, bursting out into the daylight. There’s a bench a couple of yards away, and he stumbles towards it like a drunkard, hoping to God there’s no one else here to see.

His gut twists and he sits down, head between his knees, but nothing happens except for a weak, strangled heave. His chest hurts and he can’t get enough air, but he presses his palm against his ribcage, trying to focus on breathing. Knowing, at some level, that what he feels is irrational, but still struggling to get his body to take that cue. He couldn’t name the last time he had a panic attack in his life - only that he had them in the months after they lost Cooper - but it’s just as ugly and shameful as he remembers it to be.

God, Cooper… His Cooper, the Cooper he knew, still lost in who knows what nightmare, and who can say if they’re any closer to finding him than they were twenty-five years ago. Only now Albert has hope again - flimsy, feeble and probably false as it is - and it’s killing him breath by painful breath.