#she talks so fast she could be in Gilmore Girls

[uncertainturquoise]

I had the opportunity to hear a talk with Lucy Kirkwood at my university last week! She talked about her new projects, The Witches (musical adaptation of the Roald Dahl novel) and The Human Body (play about the beginnings of the NHS). I even got to ask a question!

[misspickman]

if you’re doing the soft sentence starters may i request “all my choices lead me to you” for cissiecassie

You can never truly rid yourself of vigilantism; many had told Cissie so, from her mother to idiots on TV who knew nothing but loved to spew deep-sounding bullshit to win over the gullible. Though mostly when people talked about this, they'd talk of deep-seated traumas, nightmares and seeing the world through a different set of eyes.

It was all fair and true, as much as she loathed to admit it, but none of it was why she couldn't really quit vigilantism for good. No, it was because of her friends, who were meddling pieces of work and could never leave her alone, and where they came, trouble followed.

“I can never be free,” she gritted her teeth and complained, half heartedly. Her hands worked fast, still remembering the steps as if it hadn't been years since she had to patch someone up. “You can never let me be, can you?”

It wasn't fair. It was coming out of fear more than genuine anger, and some anger borne out of worry. As upset as she was, Cissie could admit that. And certainly Cassie, with her torso torn and bleeding still, could not pay attention to how unfair she was being, so Cissie could be granted this petty indulgence.

Cassie groaned, weak and airy. It sounded like a badly worn out boat whistle, and made Cissie grimace. Then she said, all creaky and pale, “I told them not to bring me here.”

And it broke Cissie’s heart a little, and some of that bitterness wore off instantly like doused with boiling water. It was never about not wanting to help, not even about hating them for bringing trouble to her doorstep—she knew how impossible it was to shake it off. She was not immune to it either.

But seeing Kon burst through her balcony door with crumbled Cassie in his arms had made all her shackles raise. Here she stood in her pajamas, ready to put on an episode of Gilmore Girls to fall asleep too, and her best friend was bleeding all over her couch. What could she possibly do to be of use—why would they count on her like this? Why put her in this position over and over again?

“I need to go,” Kon had said, and Cissie had been furious with him in that moment, even if she understood. Her place was the closest. More lives were at stake. Her brief discomfort was nothing against the vast evils they were probably going up against etcetera etcetera. She knew all that.

Kon promised, “I'll be back in a minute.”

Cissie couldn't stand to watch them hurt; she couldn't take it knowing they were hurt somewhere away from her. Her life was made out of contraries, and still whichever way you spun it, she couldn't help them in any real way. She could wash Cassie’s wounds and wrap bandages around her trembling stomach as she struggled to breathe, but that was all temporary. She couldn't even heal her in a way that mattered; Kon would return soon enough to take her to a real doctor, and this would become just another slip up they'll all laugh about in a month.

Maybe she hadn't been making this easy. But thinking of Cassie feeling hesitant to come here for Cissie’s sake… it was no better than knowing she had been hurt. Was that selfish of her? She really should pick a side.

“Don't say that,” Cissie chided, finishing up with the bandages that were already steadily being bled through. She dragged her palms over the naked strips of skin above the wound, both in some poor attempt to soothe her friend and to soothe herself, to feel Cassie’s warm skin move with her ragged breaths.

“I thought you didn't want me here.”

It was a joke. It didn't sound like one to an unfamiliar ear but Cissie knew it because she knew what Cassie’s face did when she tried to make a joke that she knew wouldn't land. Not that it had ever stopped her before.

“I always want you here,” she said. And it was true, and it was not nearly as simple as that.

Cassie hummed and stared up at the ceiling, tight lipped. It wasn't often that she allowed anyone to see through the cracks of blinding confidence to what Cissie had long known was a soft middle, stitched well but not always holding. She could see through it. Cassie let her, and that had to mean something. Even with the world of differences between them, this stayed the same.

Unwilling, Cissie pulled her hands away from Cassie’s skin. It was sticky with blood and sweat and now her hands were too, as she pressed the tips of her fingers one against the other.

On the now stained couch, Cassie mumbled, “You just can't escape me.”

Cissie scoffed. If she wanted—but this was so not the point. She couldn't imagine wanting it, even if Cassie came with all the baggage of a dangerous life.

“I'm not trying to. Idiot,” Cissie grumbled at her gently. Cassie laughed. Encouraged by the brief cheeriness,

Cissie let her fingers trail across Cassie’s knuckles—bloody and scraped, too, though that was less worrying. That was just Cassie. “I make the choice to stick around every time.”

Cassie frowned, her eyebrows creasing. She looked to be at the edge of consciousness, and Cissie bent closer to snap her fingers in front of her face. It felt mean but it made Cassie blink and her face fold in a funny expression, so it was worth it.

She groaned. “Stupid choices.”

There didn't seem to be a head wound among her injuries but there was blood clotting her golden curls. Cissie pushed back the strands clinging to her forehead. Sticky. She didn't mind. Was almost glad to share the experience, in some weird way.

“Maybe,” she said. “But all my choices lead me to you, so there must be some good in it.”

For a moment Cassie seemed dumbfounded, her red eyes still glued to the ceiling and open wide. She laid there with no further reaction for long enough that Cissie figured she hadn't heard her, or was too tired to continue the conversation—a first one they'd had in a while, with both of them busy, their lifestyles more and more incompatible as they went.

But then Cassie blinked, some of that shock washing away with it, and composed herself, as much as one can when lying half-conscious with a nasty gash in their side.

“Wow,” she said, the word a drawl in her slow mouth. “Do you like me or something?”

A sad attempt at sidetracking; very Cassie. Even that made Cissie swell with a well-known fondness.

She could let Cassie have that one. Because she was bleeding and exhausted and likely feeling terribly useless for having to be taken out of the fight before it ended. Worse, had to be carried away to another person to babysit her while her teammates continued doing their jobs.

If Cissie was in her place, she'd be mad too. The self sacrificial tendencies came with the job. That, too, was what made Cissie roll around in her bed at night.

It's not easy being friends with a bunch of superheroes, she'd told Cassie once, who had taken it badly and in a completely wrong way, as she tended to do. They'd never discussed it again and Cissie figured Cassie got over it and forgot about the whole thing.

Apparently not.

“I wouldn't change a thing,” she said, fingers lingering over Cassie’s forehead. She ran her thumb over her furrowed eyebrow and felt her relax under the touch. “It's not easy, but I'm glad it is the way it is.”

“What?” Cassie asked.

Playing dumb. That was fine. Cissie knew her words landed. Or would land, once Cassie’s head cleared a little bit.

No time for that; she heard the gentle knocks against the window frame before Kon flew in her living room, sheepishly avoiding the scattered glass he caused not an hour ago that couldn't hurt him either way. He looked rough, and still wore himself with all the grace of a flash of light in the air. The deep, uplifting voice came through.

“I've come for my gracious leader. Sorry about the door,” he said. “I'll pay you back?”

“It's fine,” Cissie shook her head. Except well, it wasn't, but it also was, and she'd already forgotten about it in a hurry to take care of Cassie.

That was out of her hands now. Thankfully, she thought, because she was no professional and Cassie needed actual medical attention. She thought this and she knew it, and still felt all queasy as Kon lifted Cassie up and away from her.

He gave Cassie a moment to adjust to the change in position, her head lolling over to rest on his shoulder, then saluted to Cissie and flew away. Just like that. It gave Cissie a strong sense of déjà vu.

After a brief sting of panic as she lost sight of them, she sent a text to Tim to let her know when Cassie is deemed okay. She was not surprised by not getting a response quickly, knowing they were definitely still busy with cleanup and dragging each other back to the HQ. Post-mission duties took time. She knew this. It didn't make the wait any less excruciating.

It was around 2am that Tim told her it was all a-okay; nothing but a flesh wound, he carried the message from Cassie. It relieved her of worry but didn't lessen the all familiar weight in the pit of her stomach as she sat next to the drying stain of blood on her couch, wide awake.

[justanamesstuff]

The intimacy of being understood

Chapter 6

Matty Healy x f!reader

A/N: This chapter it was inspired by Gilmore Girls. I needed to say that haha. Okay, one more chapter and this little story is done (+ the epilogue). I'm not sure I said this but it was a real rollercoaster for me the experience around this story...it's not a one about big moments and plot twists, all that happens is kinda under the surface. The reality is that didn't happen on porpoise, it kinda happened. I've been writing for a long time now, and one thing that keeps surprising me is how stories built themselves. In the sense that the writer only has a bit of control over it..the rest is the magic of writing. So, thanks for being here guys, for reading my works. Truly means the world :)♥

Warnings: a lot of fluffy feelings and a few hurt ones at the end, typos.

Word count: 1.2 K

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The annoying vibration of a phone buzzing closer to her body disturbed Y/n’s dreams. She moved trying to ignore it, although a loud groan from another human being woke her up a little bit more.

Her tired eyes opened and fell on a male sleeping across from her on the couch --on a very uncomfortable position, Y/n thought. Matty was sound asleep on her couch. His curls were everywhere around the cushion he was using like a pillow. The singer looked innocent and cute. 

Her phone vibrating distracted Y/n from the view. Kate was calling her. Y/n frowned to her screen, swiping her finger to answer. 

“Hello.” she said, in a low tone, so her voice didn’t wake Matty. 

“Thanks for picking up, bitch.” 

“Sorry.” Y/n placed a hand on her forehead, walking away from the couch. She turned around to check he was still asleep. Y/n let a breath out, noticing he in fact was. 

After, she noticed the bottles --plural-- of wine empty on her coffee table, also being adorned by the copy Matty was meant to take and return home. Obvious to that point, he never left.

“What are you waiting for?” Kate shouted, Y/n took the phone away from her ear. 

“What?” her friend was very confused.

“I’m freezing out here, girl!”

“What are you talking about, Kate?” 

“Here that goes, our new intent to be healthy. Open your door and I’ll make coffee.”

Y/n vaguely remembered talking with her about going for runs around the park every Saturday. Something they failed at the first start. 

“Are you at the door?” 

“Y/n!”

Kate’s friend walked fast, opening the door and finding her best friend at the other side. She cut the call. 

“Please don’t shout.” she pleaded.

“Oh, shit!” Kate exclaimed, taking in Y/n’s state. 

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Both friends stood side to side on the old frame which separated the entrance of the house from the living room. 

“He’s sleeping in your living room.” Kate stated the obvious. 

“Mhm.”

“Matty Healy is sleeping in your couch.”

“Yes.”

“Care to explain? Did you-” Y/n’s friend turned to look at her, surprised about her idea. 

“No.” Y/n interrupted her before she could say the next words. Both checked if Matty woke up, he only turned to the opposite side. “No.” Y/n said lower than before.

“It’s okay if you did.”

“Kate, he came to pick one of his books. We drank wine and talked about it.” she explained, meanwhile she pushed her friend towards the kitchen. They needed to be far from Matty, just in case he woke up.

“He couldn’t wait until you were at the shop?” Kate inquired. 

“He could. I urged him.” Y/n admitted, making coffee for them.

“You what?”

“Mornin’” Matty showed up, startling them. “Sorr- Oh, hi Kate.” he greeted her, embarrassed she was there.

“Hi, Matty.” 

“Do you- Do you want coffee?” Y/n offered him. Matty looked at the woman for the first time that morning. His curls wild, his cute tired eyes. Her knees almost failed her.

Matty stared between the friends. “I should go…”

“Don’t mind me crushing your sleepover, guys.” Kate teased them, breaking the tension.

Y/n scolded her, “Kate!” and Matty laughed.

“Okay, one coffee and then I'll leave.” he said, taking a seat beside Kate on the kitchen table. 

“Great.” 

Matty and Y/n exchanged a couple of smiles under the attentive watch of Kate. They didn’t notice her, too engrossed in each other. Y/n’s friend hid her smile behind her mug. 

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Matty stood up when the conversation died a little, giving him the perfect chance to leave before he just decided he was going to spend the entire day there. Which was what he really wanted, although Matty felt he already took enough of Y/n’s time and attention.

“I’m off, girls.”

“Really? You just stayed more than twelve hours, Matty.” Kate titled her head. 

“And you wanted to meet her.” Y/n remind him. 

Matty chose silence as the best option, saying a simple “Bye, Kate.”

“Bye, Matty.”

Walking behind Matty, Y/n closed the door so Kate couldn’t spy on them. 

“Sorry about her.”

“Don’t, she’s funny.”

“Sorry for retaining you here.” she truly meant it. 

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“Stop apologizing, ya?” Matty placed his hand on her forearm, looking into her tired eyes.

Y/n made a fake sign of zipping her mouth.

“Had a great time last night.” the singer squeezed her arm a bit.

She agreed, “Me too.” 

“I’ll see you soon, Y/n.” Matty dared to leave a soft kiss on her cheek and she felt all the surrounding air disappearing. 

The frontman looked at her, centimetres away from her face, to then suddenly be metres away.

Y/n waved, saying, “See ya.” Matty chuckled without turning around.

The woman saw her disappeared around the corner. Y/n noticed then she had been waving the entire time until that moment. She stopped, turning around, going inside. 

“See ya? See ya? What a moron.” Y/n whispered, closing the door behind her. 

“Sure. Of course.” Kate teased her.

Kate’s friend protested, resting her body on the wooden door, “I- Don’t.”

“I didn’t.”  the addressed woman lifted her hands.

Y/n’s tired eyes turned to the side, towards the living room. She moved fast, as if someone was banging on the door fell on the book startling her, although her eyes were fixed on an item resting –still– on the coffee table. ‘On The Road’ by Jack Kerouac.

“Shit.” Y/n took it. 

“Excuse you.”

She didn’t hear Kate’s lame joke, she continued, “He forgot the book.”

“Ah?”

“He came to pick the book…and he forgot it.” Y/n looked to Kate. “I’m going to try to catch him.” she started walking, trying to reach the front door. 

Although Kate stopped her, “Don’t be dramatic. Take it to the shop.”

Maybe it was a “Good idea.” since she didn’t want to look desperate. 

“Do you want toasts? I’m starving.” Kate offered, without paying more attention to the book. 

“Yeah, yeah…” Y/n’s were still focused on the old item between her hands.

When Kate was out of sight, she took her phone out and opened Matty’s chat.

Y/n: you forgot the book…

Matty replied right away.

Matty 🎸: yeah x Y/n: I can bring it to the shop!

Because offering to bring it to his house was too much, even more after they spent the night together at hers.

Matty 🎸: no, it’s alright 

Y/N frowned reading the text.

Y/n: what do you mean? 

She was biting her nails when he clarified.

Matty 🎸: I mean, keep it Y/n x 

Y/n typed and typed, looking for the right words. It was his book, not hers. 

Matty 🎸: IT YOURS NOW! 

The singer stopped her before she could protest more, even though she tried one last time. 

Y/n: This doesn’t feel right. I’m going to gift you one. Matty 🎸: fuck no! Forget it. Y/n: Matty… Matty 🎸: Y/n, it was a pleasure to discuss it with you. Have a nice day, see you soon x 

His written words left a sour taste on her mouth. Y/n felt like Matty was dismissing her, ending the conversation, so she just locked the phone, feeling a pang in her chest. Without knowing that at the other end of the line, Matty was waiting for an answer that never came and made him thought he fucked up for good.  

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[rosebug3]

I'm kind of obsessed with the fact that Gilmore Girls was the first show Christian and Sutton binge-watched together. They saw it, got obsessed, and then had to wait for the DVDs to come out so they could buy it and watch it. (What a time!)

Then Sutton worked with Amy on Bunheads and became friends. So when the Gilmore revival was happening, Amy and Dan went out for dinner with Sutton and her husband Ted and Amy asked if she wanted to be in it, and Sutton asked if Christian could be in it too. And Dan said, yep, already written.

I know Gilmore Girls fans think it's a lot of time for two random characters, and I agree, but as a broadway fan, it's kinda adorable.

I love it when they work together.

They decided they were better as friends and got divorced, but then the internet decided that was too boring and decided to make up rumors about how they had chemistry with their co-stars instead. Through it all, they're still friends who care about and support each other!

(And the internet still freaks when they work together even though they either casted each other or were asked for approval in advance.)

And I love Sally talking about why everyone has to talk fast on this show.

[mercuryruledd]

The astrology of Gilmore Girls characters PART 1

— happy fall everyone ☕️🍂

* PSA - I won’t be going off canon, just my own interpretation but a lot of them match canon. Gilmore girls really thought of astrology when giving the characters their birthdays. Also the explanations aren’t that long or detailed because I’m lazy..

Rory Gilmore

Libra sun:

Rory is canonically a Libra sun and in my opinion this fits her perfectly. She’s charming, romantic, a people pleaser, diplomatic and intelligent.

Cancer moon:

This placement indicates an intense bond with the mother. Rory is dependant on Lorelai and vise versa - in a way which some would view as toxic (Lorelai often was too open with Rory as if she was a friend not her daughter)

Virgo rising:

Whilst this placement can be deemed as intimidating, I feel like Rory’s libra placements make up for it for good first impressions. With mercury being her chart ruler it explains her love for learning and her ambition. Rory was also perfectionistic when it came to school - (obsessing over Harvard, extracurriculars) etc. Very self critical and can’t handle criticism which comes in to play during her Yale drop out situation.

Libra mercury: chart ruler

Naturally charming and pleasant. Talented at public speaking - although Paris was intelligent she was too blunt sometimes. Rory has a tendency to avoid conflict too.

Sagittarius venus:

Throughout the show Rory juggled a few relationships but often commitment was an issue. Kissing Tristan whilst in a relationship with Dean, Kissing Jess whilst in a relationship with Dean & the Dean/Lindsay situation. To preface, this placement doesn’t mean you’re a cheater just that commitment is something you might struggle with until you find ‘the one’ — I think the closest thing to that on the show was Logan considering she only kissed Jess once she found out Logan was seeing other people. Notably in the early seasons Rory was unable to respond when Dean and Jess told her they loved her for the first time (a lot of this is to do with her family upbringing and her parents divorce) but her venus placement could explain some of this too. Sagittarius venus’ love intellectual people so this could explain her attraction to Jess in particular.

Gemini mars:

Excels at hurting people with words “Huh quippy why so silent” she always had good comebacks. Debates is one of Rory’s specialities so it makes sense for her to have a Gemini mars.

Lorelai Gilmore

Taurus sun:

So many people have said this before but Taurus is just the perfect sign for her. Lorelai was one of the most stubborn characters on the show — even if she needed help with something she would try to deal with it on her own. Despite what she went through she had ambition to succeed in her own way without the help of her parents. Very generous with her loved ones. The downside I would say is the possessiveness she had over Rory which could be a little toxic sometimes. Craves financial security.

Sagittarius moon:

Sagittarius moons do not like to be controlled, Lorelai needed her personal freedom and independence from her parents and relationships. Also known for their witty humour - Lorelai was one of the funniest characters on the show never a dull moment.

Cancer rising:

Compassionate and empathetic. Mothering energy. Clingy towards loved ones (Rory, Suki, Luke) loves having a routine it’s the little things that make them happy. Such as stopping by at Luke’s every morning.

Gemini mercury: Quick witted humorous and fast spoken. Intelligent and talkative - knows how to argue and cut deep with words. Despite not attending college she has always been very bright and mercury is at home in the sign of Gemini.

Aries venus: Not afraid to jump headfirst into new relationships even if things go impulsively. For example planning a wedding with Max just to call it off shortly before. But once they find the right person they’re loyal and passionate lovers.

Taurus mars:

As someone with this placement can confirm we do not like to be rushed into anything. This exacerbates Lorelai’s stubbornness even more. Anger builds up steadily over time and there is a tendency to hold grudges.

Emily Gilmore

Virgo sun:

I do understand why people think Emily is a Scorpio but to me she gives earth sign sun energy. Especially Virgo. The negative traits of Virgo can be the need to be in control of every situation. Which is the case for Emily. Not to mention her neurotic behaviour. A lot of the times she always imagined the worst case scenario for every situation.

Scorpio moon:

Highly sensitive but good at hiding it. Emily was actually a very sensitive person but struggled to show how she felt. Scorpio moons keep their emotions hidden inside. She also possess a very intense personality.

Capricorn rising:

Mature and practical with a serious demeanour. Often she was perplexed by Lorelai’s humour and rather than being witty she had more sarcastic/dry humour. Unintentionally funny without even realising it. Fashion sense is put together and sensible.

Leo mercury:

Flair for the dramatics. Can be arrogant and unable to see the perspectives of others. Craves attention and admiration from others.

Scorpio venus:

Intensely passionate lovers and highly loyal to Richard.

Virgo mars:

Aggression is shown through criticism. Usually don’t have large outbursts of anger rather more quiet and purposeful. Service oriented (Friday night dinners)

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Thank you for reading 🥰

Will be making a PART 2 at some stage

[saltygilmores]

Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, Season 2, Episode 8, Part 1 ("The Inns and Outs of Inns")

I'm skipping past the second half of the previous episode (I really couldn't think of anything interesting to say about it. It was that whole thing where Rory and Paris get initated into The Puffs, and the Mother/Daughter Fashion Show). You can read my previous reviews here.

This lady held out her cup for a refill. Jess looks down at the mug and walks right past her. I found his terrible customer service inexplicably delightful. I'd say she was gonna stiff him out of a tip for that move, but no one in Stars Hollow tips anyway.

Jess: It's 7:45 am, do you want me to go to school or openly defy child labor laws? Idk, I think you should have a word with the Walmart corporation first, the place hired a 17 year old to drive a forklift during school hours. Luke: Stay out of trouble. Jess: Guess that means calling off the chickie run down at the salt flats. What in the everliving hell does that even mean? What teenager talks like that in 2001, the Year of our Lord? Damn you, AmyShermanPalladino. *sighs deeply*. *Opens Google* "A chickie run is a high-speed drag race toward the edge of a steep bluff above the ocean using stolen cars." It's apparently a reference to the movie Rebel Without A Cause with James Dean. Well, I learned some pointless new information today. Thank you, Mr Mariano. You may not serve customers their coffee but you do serve up hot steaming cups of old timey references. Lorelai and Sookie: We're coming up with names for the new inn. Michel: How about the Money Pit? The Outhouse? The Inn Headed for Bankruptcy?

Heh heh.

I only recall seeing a police car in Stars Hollow two other times (when Kyle's party got busted up and the time Jess comes back in season 4 and gets pulled over? Am I forgetting anything?). Here's the big emergency that called the mythical, rarely seen Stars Hollow Police into town. Spoiler alert: It was some chalk.

And now this pathetic town of bored people with nothing better to do are going to call an emergency meeting over some chalk. Taylor is fa-reaking the fuck out.

Taylor: I've got a dead body outside of my store! Sheriff: No, you have a chalk outline in front of your store.

Sheriff: My partner's out doing a headcount to see if anyone is missing. Until then, just hang tight. Let me remind you how many people live in Stars Hollow. Sometimes it may seem like you only see the same 15 people over and over, but the mind can play dirty tricks on you.

Yes Taylor, just hang tight for a few minutes while one police officer does a head count of nearly 10,000 people. A police officer going around counting people to see if anyone happens to be dead is one of my favorite bits of absurdity in the entire show. 30 seconds later:

Golly that was fast!

Heh heh heh. It is a pretty stupid prank. I think most of Jess' pranks are amateur at best. I believe in his potential. He could come up with something way better. The people of Stars Hollow deserved to be Punk'd for how they treat him. I give this one an A though, because it pissed everyone off so thoroughly, and that's all that matters.

Gilmore Girls wardrobe department: LAYERS! MORE LAYERS, DAMN IT! Wardrobe Assistant: He's in a shirt under a shirt under a vest! I cannot layer anymore! *cries*

Sooo purdy.

Luke jamming a screwdriver into a toaster is highly erotic.

It goes without saying that from here on out we are going to be pausing often to admire screen shots of Jess with absolutely no context. Tomatos Sign: Spotted

Oh, we haven't gotten to the part where Jess murders Shane and dumps her body in the lake. We'll get to that in season 3. In my gritty Gilmore Girls reboot titled The Hollow, there could be several justified homicides. For one example, it's canon that Luke never throws Taylor off a bridge, so my reboot would seek to correct this.

HE'S JUST A LITTLE GUY LET HIM SULK AND LURK What the hell else is there to do in Stars Hollow anyway? The image of Jess of visiting an arts and crafts store is pretty hilarious.

What the hell is AmyShermanPalladino's obsession with swans? "Swans scream one thing, Mom. Sigfried and Roy." Ah yes, another fine early 2000's tasteless "gay" insult. Luke & Lorelai are discussing the grave consequences of missing or even being late to a town meeting. To which I say, if Taylor threatens you, just tell him you're gonna squeal to the Feds about all of his shady financial crimes. That'll shut him right up.

He's been in town for like what, a week and he's already a "situation". I think that's awesome. Your mere existence on this Earth is so powerful that you've thrown an entire community into disarray. Good for you, baby. Good for you.

May I remind you again they are calling this community meeting because of some chalk. "When Mrs. Lanahan couldn't buy lettuce from my store, she drove straight to Woodbury instead." You know what, I just gotta bide my time and let the nutcase rant, because Walmart will eventually drive him out of business for good and in a double scoop of justice, I have faith that he'll also be taken down for his money laundering crimes.

This committee of 85 year olds will seal Jess Mariano's fate. It looks like Hell's waiting room. Jess loves a good town meeting because it's the only time he gets to stay home and whack off in private. Luke tries to give Taylor $1 for a head of letuce (actually, first he asks "how much is a head of lettuce?" which is something he should know if he's running a diner, but I digress. "The CHARGES against your nephew are numerous!" Let's hear them, shall we? He stole the "Save the Bridge" money. But Taylor was going to launder that money, what will he do now? He stole a gnome from Babette's garden. He "hooted" one Miss Patty's dance classes. Please try to imagine Jess ever "hooting" a woman (uhh, she means catcalling...I guess? I could see him calling out some sarcastic quip/witty observation though. He took a garden hose. Why Jess? Why? How did they know he did it? What did he intend to do with it? Where did he keep it? With the 500 baseballs he stole from the school? He set off the fire alarms at school last week. This is a more serious prank that would have gotten him in big trouble if he was caught. And again, Lane and Dean go to this school. Hello? I know at this point Jess and Rory don't know each other well, but that's still major gossip, so why are Rory's boyfriend and best friend always keeping this stuff from her? I am Jess Mariano's defense lawyer and every last thing my client does to annoy the citizens of Stars Hollow is justified. Lorelai, sarcastically: I heard he controls the weather and wrote the screenplay to Glitter** (**a movie starring Mariah Carey that came out in 2001 and is regarded as one of the worst movies of all time and was a box office bomb and possibly the biggest blight ever on MC’s career). You know, Lorelai is being sarcastic by saying she thinks Jess controls the weather but she hates him so much I wouldn't put it past her that she actually believes that. I mean, she already believes that the sun shines out of Dean Forrester's ass. Bootsy: I never like the look of that kid, I knew he was bad as soon as I saw him. AGAIN HE'S BEEN HERE FOR LIKE A WEEK. The subject of the meeting turns from Jess to piling onto Luke for no good reason, and my man Lucas is just about to burst a blood vessel defending himself and Jess from these nutjobs. I honestly couldn't love him more. He's so REAL. Please don't stroke out on us, we need you. Taylor: "There is a consensus among all the towns people that Stars Hollow was a much better place before Jess got here." Kindly go to hell, Taylor Doose.

Dean spending two days on his hands and knees scraping Jess' prank from cement is a beautiful kind of justice. Edit: A commenter made me wonder how Jess made his artwork stick to the cement. Off to Google I went once again. Apparently you can use hairspray to set chalk art, but professional chalk artists use high grade varnishes to set their designs. Jess never half-asses anything. He puts his whole, cute little ass in. You also have to wonder how in a town full of unemployed busy bodies with nothing better to do than notice everything that goes on in town right down to when Rory Gilmore farts, not a single person heard or saw any of this happening. Lorelai fretting that the Independence will be sold to a corporate hotel chain is realistic and it would inevitably happen in my gritty Gilmore Girls reboot titled The Hollow. The Independence Inn would become a Holiday Inn, Luke's would become a Starbucks, Doose's would become a Walmart, and Dean Forrester's house would be a parking lot after a meteor crashed through the roof.

Someone should bash your head in with a safe.

Never in the history of mankind has a single individual sown so much havoc with a single stick of chalk.

Every time I look at that wool jacket lining I feel super itchy.

The captions should really say "okuh", and not "okay." Because that was a stellar "okuh". Get it right. Just another injustice perpetuated against Jesstopher Mariano.

Oh, she did. To be continued in Part 2 so I can add more screen shots.

[reflections-in-a-critical-eye]

The tags in that Lenny Bruce gif I reblogged are not enough, I have to rant 😄 I completely forgot how much S5 annoyed me.

First of all, I thought the finale was the last episode of S4. And it made sense, with Midge out in the blizzard, looking at that billboard. A hint to what's to come, left to the audience's imagination. To my surprise, this spring they released S5. Ok. It was mostly a waste of time for me. Not entirely and I'll explain why. I wasn't some hardcore fan, I don't even know how it's being talked about online (although I think there's some ship discord with the whole Lenny and Midge thing). Mrs Maisel was one of my comfort tv shows. You know, when even the beautiful setting and the clothes are enough to keep me in front of a screen once a week. Which is why I could always ignore the little bits that annoyed me.

And now I have to get into Amy Sherman-Palladino territory. I like her writing style. Overall. I watch Gilmore Girls. A season each spring and autumn. I like the fast talking. But my god, the line between liking and hating is so thin sometimes. It's like sometimes she pushes too hard and disrupts the balance. I can keep up with a fast talk argument between 4 to 5 characters but if it last just a little bit longer and if it gets a bit more nonsensical, I'm done. I feel tired and I get angry myself. I know this is about me and not really about the writer. I'm sure plenty of people love that exact thing about her. Gilmore Girl success is a testament to that.

But getting back to Mrs Maisel, what was the point though? They went back and forth between timelines which is in theory a good writing technique, but here it was messy. For four seasons we were stuck in late 50s-early 60s and now it jumped through decades in the future to show us glimpses of what would happen. I felt it was unnecessary and it was sloppy. What made the show so fun and compelling to watch was seeing Midge trying to make it as a comedian in that specific period of American history. It was about her beginnings. Do I need to know how her adult daughter resents her later? Not really because if someone were to ask me what I would think would happen, I would have probably given the same answer based on the mother-daughter almost non-existent relationship in the entire 4 seasons.

Also, dragging that whole Midge and Joel thing up until the end? Really?

And now I'm making my way down to the Lenny Bruce situation. I like the idea of having this character be but an appareance in Midge's life from time to time. A will they, won't they. The aura of mistery. The palpable tension (the Las Vegas episode was hotter than the one in which they actually slept together in S4). But Luke Kirby is so damn charismatic that it was impossible for me to feel content with only 2 episodes/season. The mood changed the moment he was on screen. It was electrifying. Not a lot of actors can do that. Or maybe I'm just highly subjective. Cause it's not only because he's hot though. He just knows how to move in a scene, how his gaze should land, his intonation...some perfect combination that left me wanting for more.

[dixie12]

thinking about the gilmore girls episode where paris is convinced she didn't get into harvard because she lost her virginity, and thinking about jonny in a similar predicament

he's in his junior year at shattuck, dating a hot blonde just like he's supposed to. he doesn't actually think about sex all that much (because there's hockey! how could anything be better than hockey??) but all his friends are obsessed; it's all they talk about- who gets laid more, whose girlfriend is better in bed, and he's starting to take some heat about it. and his girlfriend has made it pretty clear that's not at all opposed, so he has no reason not to.

so they do. and it's.. fine, jonny guesses. certainly not what all the guys have built it up to be, but his girlfriend seemed pretty happy, and he got off, so he considers it a success all around.

until the next day, when their team loses in the first round of a tournament they were supposed to win. he has no other explanation except that he angered the hockey gods by having sex when he should have been lifting, or practicing his puck-handling, or meditating, or doing any of the hundred other things you have to do to make it to the NHL. and he vows never to make that mistake again.

-

it lasts all the way through shattuck, and for his freshman year at UND. eventually, though, the guys realize that even though he's pretty much surrounded by girls hanging all over him all the time, trailing their hands over his shoulders, tucking themselves into his side at parties, that he always goes home early and alone.

they're getting drunk one night when he spills the story, and the guys immediately start giving him a hard time about it. they're trying to convince him that he's missing out, and it was just one bad game, certainly he's atoned enough to the hockey gods, hasn't he!?

jonny is not convinced. but a few weeks later, he and tj are drinking together, and tj starts talking.

"so you're just gonna hold out forever?" he asks, beer sloshing in his hand as he gestures broadly with his arm. "that's crazy. like, you can't just be a virgin forever, JT, that's pathetic!"

" 'm not a virgin," jonny scowls, but TJ cuts him off.

"i mean, you pretty much are. come on, you don't think you're missing out at all?"

"no," jonny says, trying to shut this shit down. "it wasn't even that good."

"you ever think about trying sticks, not chicks?" TJ asks, and jonny gapes at him. "what?? it's not that weird. you fucked a girl, didn't like it, whatever. but maybe it was just the hockey gods trying to tell you not to waste your time in the ladies' department, you know?"

jonny is still staring when TJ crosses the room, throws him ungracefully into jonny's lap. his hands come up on instinct, holding TJ's hips. he could say no, but TJ feels better under his hands than his girlfriend ever did, so he lets him tilt his chin up, kissing him more gently than jonny expected.

it's.. different. it's been a while, at this point, but jonny was younger then, less in control of himself, and he's still pretty sure he never got hard this fast making out with his girlfriend. he groans, arches his hip, feels TJ hard against him, encouraging him up.

they come like that, not even getting out of their shorts, panting into each other's mouths before separating to go clean off.

"the hockey gods hafta understand brojobs," TJ murmurs sleepily, before they pass out for the night, and jonny hopes he's right.

-

TJ is not right. jonny loses a skate blade in the first period of their next game, then takes an illegal check to the back so hard his teeth rattle, and he feels his knee about to give out before he manages to wrench himself upright. he's still out for a week, between the concussion check and the mild strain to his MCL, and he's got the message loud and clear this time.

no more sex. ever

-

it's not a hard vow to keep during his first few seasons. rookie year he's exhausted all the time, barely able to stay awake through a round of beers on a night out or struggle through a workout on their rare days off; he doesn't have the energy to be out picking up, even if he wanted to be.

his second year, the whole "holy shit i'm the captain" fucks with him for several months until he finally gets himself sorted out, and then they're in the playoff hunt and no one is giving him any shit, all of them focused on bringing the cup back to chicago. and when they wash out a round too early, he can go back to winnipeg to lick his wounds in private.

it's his third season when it all starts to go to shit. he meets hossa at the convention, and a group of them go out for drinks. sharpy brings abby, seabs has his new girl, dayna, with him, even pat's been dating the same girl for a few months now. hossa looks at him, asks if he's bringing anyone.

"nah," sharpy answers for him, ignoring jonny's eyeroll. "he's married to hockey, never brings girls around."

"never?" hossa asks, and he's not being a dick, sounds genuinely surprised.

and all of a sudden, it's like the rest of the guys are seeing him for the first time.

"never..." pat says, looking at jonny with his eyes narrowed.

jonny flushes, looks away, tries to change the subject, but it's way too late now.

he's met with an onslaught of questions that he can't no comment his way out of the way he'd do for annoying media in the post-game. hossa has the good grace to look chagrined, but it's not his fault, not really. he's lucky no one else had noticed yet.

he gets the story out in bits and pieces. the guys laugh at first, but get serious when they realize the actually means it.

"what the fuck, tazer," sharpy says, bordering on angry. "you actually think the 'hockey gods'," and here he does some exaggeratedly obnoxious finger quotes "are punishing you for having sex?"

"yes!" jonny snaps. "obviously!"

"that's.. seriously bizarre man," sharpy says, and the whole table starts in on him again until hossa finally, mercifully gets them to change the subject.

they don't mention it again for a few days, and jonny starts to think that maybe the worst of it is over. they have a night off, and he's watching a movie, lounging in his sweats and drinking a beer when his doorbell rings. he drags himself up, pulls it open, and oh shit.

[eyesaremosaics]

One of my closest friends from high school got married this weekend. How I found out was some photos posted by her so called “best” friend in her Instagram stories. This friend, I’ll call her cruxshadows, has always had issues with this other friend of hers since middle school. Cruxshadows used to sit with me on her porch and cry to me about how much this other person hurt her, was never there for her when she needed her, treated cruxshadows like she wasn’t cool enough to hang out with her.

Last time I saw cruxshadows was after Michael’s funeral. Oddly enough, I was with the other girl, she and cruxshadows lived together, and the other girl told me I could stay at her house. Seeing Cruxshadows after so many years of silence was bittersweet. She looked at me with guilty eyes and said my name both sadly, and beguiling. There was a wistful sadness in the way she said my name. It felt like oceans of time parted us.

Even though we had lost touch in the last ten years, I still thought our friendship from childhood was deep enough that I would be invited to her wedding, but I wasn’t. I found it a little insulting that this other girl was worth her making the effort to maintain a friendship, but I wasn’t. Especially after all she has put her through. It’s not just about the distance either, because she invited another mutual friend of ours from Boston. Just another female relationship that I put my heart and soul into, only to realize—they don’t feel the same way about me.

To be honest, I’m really starting to fear and distrust women. Every woman I have been extremely close to… has burned me in one way or another. Whether it’s a boy coming between us, money, addiction, ghosting me for no reason, or just neglect… I dunno. All I know is I no longer feel safe connecting emotionally with women. At my birthday—it was all men. Mostly gay men. The only exception being a girlfriend of a friend, and Isabella.

My gay boys are very loyal to me, and I to them. Since there is no competition, it’s the best kind of relationship to have. We love being together, because we love each other unconditionally for who we are inside. There’s no comparison thinking, jealousy or any other bullshit that is perpetrated by women.

I dunno… I really thought cruxshadows was one of my only true friends. Even though we didn’t talk often, I really thought our connection was very deep. Free of all the aforementioned issues. She was my sober, silly, theater friend. She pulled me out of a very dark time in my life. I was in the throes of my first ever heartbreak. I had just attempted suicide. All my other friends were hooking up with older guys, doing drugs and getting drunk at parties weekly. I drank, but I didn’t do drugs then, and I wasn’t having sex. I felt like the only one.

Cruxshadows was a goth girl, a Scorpio, with the same birthday as Winona Ryder (who is subsequently my hero), also a year older than I. We met at lunch, and she was really shy. She looked at me with those big googly amber eyes of hers, like a sick little nostalgia puppy at the animal shelter. She warmed up to me after a while, and when she did I asked her why she was so shy at the beginning. She burst out with a sudden violence: “because I wanted you to LIKE me!”

Whenever I was sad, crying in my room over Micheal, Carly would knock on my door asking if I wanted to go for a drive. We would drive aimlessly for hours. She was so weird, but I loved her for that. We would go to goodwill, but some hideous 80s prom dresses and drive through mall parking lots blasting phantom of the opera and belting the songs out the windows to annoy people.

We would watch Gilmore girls, eating garbage. Cruxshadows was the queen of junk food. She would always put one leg up on the dash while driving. Always had a fast food cup full of soda. We loved all the sane music, and went to the goth clubs soon as we were 18. We did plays together, had sleepovers all the time, watching sleepy hollow and playing with all her animals—cruxshadows had a menagerie at home. Her love of animals was one of her most endearing qualities.

She used to love to stalk boys she liked. She was crazy. She used to drag me to sit in the parking lot outside the dry cleaners so she could spy on this boy who worked there from the car with binoculars—I kid you not lol. Our friend Kevin was in his van with us once, and he said to her: “you’re a really bad stalker—“ she cut across him venomously, looking away from her binoculars with sudden violence saying: “QUIET! I’m a very good stalker!”

She made us switch cars, and wear wigs and different outfits to appear incognito so the boys wouldn’t recognize us. She was a riot. We would bake cookies, and movie hop all day long. Frequently going to the pet store, and thrift shops…Disneyland, theme parks, Halloween parties…

The Cruxshadows was her favorite band, and she said the song “Marilyn My Bitterness” reminded her of how she felt about her best friend (the one I mentioned from earlier). So many delightful memories, mixed in with the deep and meaningful. We used to read Anne Rice, and devise a plan to go to the vampire ball. I’m finally going—but not with her.

She always stood up for me, had my back when I needed her most. Around the time I was involved with my narcissistic ex, cruxshadows and I went to death guild to dance. My ex kept appearing wherever I was, trying to physically intimidate me. Finally I asked him what he wanted, and it escalated to him manipulating me into letting him give me a ride home. Cruxshadows darted in between us put her arms out at her sides to shield me s reaming: “NO!”

There was a brief silence, where my ex looked perplexed by her actions. Cruxshadows said to me: “I’m sorry Megan, he’s always been nice to me, but I can’t shake the feeling that he’s not a good guy.” She begged me not to go with him, but I did. She was furious with me. Boy, how right she was.

These are just small examples… but I was there for her through all her break ups… I stood by her when anyone treated her unfairly. We moved to different areas and got just with our lives… but I always assumed we were like sisters… that the connection would always be there—because every time we met up after not seeing each other for ages, we just picked up where we left off.

I know weddings are expensive, and it looks like it was a very intimate affair, she only had two bridesmaids… I wasn’t expecting to be a bridesmaid, but I thought… I guess I just can’t take it personally. I don’t know why this hurts so much.

Truthfully, I am longing for female friendship. Yet, no matter how hard I try, I don’t end up being a priority in anyones life…the way I make them in mine.

My therapist is pretty annoying actually, she said basically that I’m putting energy into relationships with people who don’t care about me. Sometimes that feels like the story of my life. Not to sound dramatic, but it’s really true. Honestly if I didn’t have Yury… I dunno. I really think I would have still been on drugs and would probably be dead by now. The loneliness and feelings of worthlessness were always what fueled my substance abuse.

Always was a lonely child. I remember watching other children play on the playground, wishing I had a one true best friend. People thought I was weird. It was hard for me to make friends, and so I was picked on for being different.

Maybe that comedian was right—maybe I am unlikeable.

I overshare, my feelings are very intense, I have a temper, and I tend to be self involved (though I really, honestly don’t mean to be!) it’s just that I was left alone so much as a child… I had to invent people to play with me. I survived all the traumas of my life by escaping into my overactive imagination. My Pisces moon and fanciful nature insulated me from the harsh realities of the world, and as a result of having only my own company to keep, I get stuck in my head on a loop, and my myopic eyes can’t see outside anything else at times.

Deep down I know I have a good heart, and I have tremendous empathy for others. I feel like I have spent my whole life taking care of broken people. Hoping that fixing them would fix me—so I wouldn’t be broken anymore. All the intensity of my self karma… is off putting to others. It has made me hard to be around. I try SO VERY HARD to hide this. Try so hard to only discuss fun and happy things. I’m terrified to open up to people, because it’s like opening Pandora’s box of evil. All my trauma comes billowing out like a coiling miasma. Taking the lid off that can of worms is like screaming black blood in peoples faces—exorcist style. No wonder no one wants to be around me.

That’s only when I open up though. For the last few years, I won’t do that. I try to keep conversation light and breezy. “do not let others see the darkness within. Don’t let anyone know that you’re tainted.” How dramatic this all sounds. So dreadfully boring.

With cruxshadows … I know… this can’t be the reason. She opened up to me just as deeply as I did to her. Perhaps the ravages of time made her forget about me. I should have made more of an effort…. Yet, I remember texting her often, and her always being too busy. Eventually, I stopped trying. It takes two people to create a relationship.

Sometimes we outgrow each other.

I am trying to be rational, they only had only so many seats to work with, weddings are expensive. I just didn’t make the cut because it was an intimate affair. I hope. Doesn’t make it hurt any less.

[gldenhrs]

                              (—) ★ spotted !!  OLIVIA JAMES on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid ! many say that the 34 year old looks like CANDICE KING , but i don’t really see it. while the  ACTRESS  is known for being  CARING  my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be  BOSSY  i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song LOVER BY TAYLOR SWIFT  .

*   ◞  ╰   general   .

full name : olivia marie james ( nee richardson ) . nicknames :   liv , livvie birthdate / zodiac sign : somewhere in march during aries season . birthplace : houston , tx . sexual orientation : heterosexual . family :   emily richardson ( mother )  &  zach richardson  ( father ) siblings :  none relationship status :  married   children :  emma james ( daughter , 5 years old )  +  another daughter on the way pets :  golden retriever named sammy occupation :  actress . love language :  physical touch , deeds , words . + traits  :  loyal , caring , organized , valiant   &   courageous . - traits  :  bossy , stubborn , workaholic   &  controlling . aesthetic :  matte lipstick , family beach days , blowdried bouncy hair , lipstick stained coffee mugs , matte nail polish , freshly cleaned sheets , gentle touch , game nights , day drinking , sneakers instead of heels , long talks on the phone , mom vibes , oscars stocked shelves . muse inspo :   monica geller ( friends ) , haley james scott ( one tree hill ) , caroline forbes ( vampire diares ) , lorelai gilmore ( gilmore girls ) , prue halliwell ( charmed ) , amy santiago ( brooklyn nine-nine ) , leslie knope ( parks & recreation ) , claire dunphy ( modern family ) , dorothy zbornak ( golden girls )

*   ◞  ╰   quick history   .

ok so , liv grew up in houston with a loving , caring af family which set her values high from the start . the fam was never rich but they also never truly lacked anything ??  

it was clear from a rather early age that liv possessed insane talent when it came for acting , so after a couple of lessons , school plays  &  whatnot , her parents decided to relocate to california so she could pursue acting full time  (  which was a big thing considering she was just 5 , but they believed in her ! )

so obvi , since she was a cute lil blonde girl with immense talent , it didn’t take long for her to book her first big shot movie , &  soon enough liv was a household name !!

growing up , she was careful what she picked  &  even more careful of the company she kept  (  aka fame never got in her head that much )  so with that more blockbuster movies followed , so did appearances on tv , commercials , etc ... u name it ! she was basically hollywood’s sweetheart  (  think hilary duff grows up to be kate winslet or kate blanchett )  &  i have the list of movies she’s made  HERE  to make it easier for u :)) 

fast forward a couple of more years  &  now she’s a big a-list actress , is happily married  (  which is a shock itself for hollywood standards )  to the love of her life for about 7 years now (  think of blake lively and ryan reynolds on this one !! ) ,  has a beautiful daughter named emma who just turned 5 , owns a golden retriever called sammy ( american cliche what can i say )  &&  is about seven months pregnant with ANOTHER  baby girl !!

*   ◞  ╰   personality & cute facts .

not gonna lie she’s totally based off monica geller from friends  &  i regret nothing .

also a huge coffee addict (  surprise , surprise  ) 

wears glasses for reading  &  cleans when frustrated !! 

the mom friend of every group so .... will protect anyone who needs it .

doesn’t tolerate nonsense &  is quick to give u a smartypants comment to a stupid question or overall give u lectures on the bad decisions u make .

does not too well when she’s on the receiving end of criticism  &  hates admitting she’s in the wrong .

famous lines include  “ you did not just say that “  &  “ i told you so “

can do her makeup even drunk ;))

still cries like a baby when mufasa dies  &  susan forgets about narnia .

likes having a glass of wine every night before bed to calm her nerves lolol .

goes lowkey crazy during superbowl season bc .... she’s a big football fan .

a total momma bear  &  will hurt u if u hurt her family .

lowkey hates going to all the award shows bc the press always makes a big deal out of it meanwhile all she wants to do is stay home . 

her husband & her love cracking jokes / tease each other thru social media so they often post ridiculous pics / twitter posts  &  the fans eat it up !! 

*   ◞  ╰   connections  .

childhood best friend aka the rachel to her monica !! <3

a group of  FRIENDS  ( see what i did there fdjnrjtdg  ) give me ross , phoebe , joey & chandler pls !!

friends that often barbecue together on the weekends ?? 

hollywood couple friends !!!

maybe her first love ??  like a guy she dated when she was 14 , and it was totally cute  &  innocent

also exes she dated before meeting her husband  (  think taylor swift before she met joe alwyn ) <3

also co-actors on her films would be grand too !!

ok so since i know our group is full of QUESTIONABLE people , maybe someone she watches over , protects , lectures , etc ??  just let her be a mom friend pls !  

frenemies , coworkers , protective friendship , sibling like friendship , unfaithful friends  , unlikely friends , friends who used to be enemies , ex best friends , friends who balance each other out , competition , rivarly , friends by association , family friends , her husband’s friends :))

[la-appel-du-vide]

11•30•23

It's no secret that I am a HUGE Lauren Graham fan. I watch Gilmore Girls literally every day, and I have read and adored all of her books. So, when she announced she was going on a book tour with her latest book, Have I Told You This Already?, I didn't care that the closest stop to me was in Denver - I had to be there. B and I drove to Denver late into the night on Wednesday, worked remotely all day Thursday, and then went to the event at Trinity Hall, which ended up being a chapel? Weird, but nice.

I was very sad when I got there and discovered that I'd missed out on buying a meet and greet ticket, because they sold out so fast I wasn't even aware that they were ever available. That was a blow to morale.

But we were among the first in line, and ended up with great seats for the show, and so I'm still grateful.

When she came out, I was truly dazzled by her beauty. She looked so young and stunning, and I couldn't believe that we were in the same room. Her friend Sam Pancake was the facilitator, and he was also charming and hilarious. They talked about her book and her acting, her past writings, and then some fun fan questions. It was only an hour long, and I wished it could have continued on and on forever. She's just so fun!

We also each got a signed copy of her book, and I later found out that I could have purchased signed copies of her other books - not just plain copies - so AH. Another missed opportunity because I'm dumb.

And then the next morning, we drove back to Utah. A lot of driving, but totally worth it. I love Lauren even more now. Here's hoping there are more dates in 2024, and that I can actually get a meet and greet pass this time! PLEASE?

[apollosbookreviews]

I’m in love with this book, its characters and its story

I hardly ever pick up a book if it doesn’t include at least some smut. This book however, doesn’t contain any. In most cases that would put me off but I saw fake dating and hockey then the sprinkle of ‘brother’s best friend’/’childhood crush’ and fake dating and my interest was peaked.

Imagine stars hollow from Gilmore Girls, the nice little town. Now picture a guy that is the equivalent of all of the best bits of Rory’s boyfriends. That is Logan Barnes. This man, omfg this man, is the perfect book boyfriend.

I was given the pleasure of reading this book a little bit before it officially came out and honestly what an honour it has been. The ending of this book was so cute that I cried! Literal tears were leaking down my face!!

Honestly no matter how much I gush, my brain physically cannot find the words to explain how good this book is. I'm talking it came out today and I am ready to buy a paperback! What I will tell you though is:

Hockey player/Social media manager (she's also an ex figure skater)

He only truly smiles around her

HE PLANS A DATE AND PART OF IT IS TO A BOOKSTORE AND AND AND HE PICKS A BOOK FOR HER AND SHE PICKS ONE FOR HIM!!! And god when is it my turn! They’re not even dating at this point and I have never fallen in love with a man so fast before in my whole life and I have so many book boyfriends I could have one for every day for the rest of my life.

Childhood crush

A {redacted} to {redacted} by Taylor Swift on the ice after getting the rest of the players to hand her a bouquet of individual roses with the thorns removed so she doesn't cut herself.

A cat called Evil Demon Spawn (Mr Eds for short)

[marcianoliterati]

June Book Reviews, Part IV

3 romance books, ranging from thanks i hated to that was actually pretty fun!

Oblivious roommate, by Devon Doe

 I think this is based off a reddit post about a guy complaining about the guys his rommate brings home only to realise it bothers him cause he likes the guy.

The premise is that the MC is transferring colleges and moving in with his best friend from back home, after a breakup, and upon learning said friend is gay and in relationship has a bit of a existential crisis. 

It’s a nice idea, and I certainly enjoyed the reddit post, but the problem in this book is basically that the MC is a giant asshole.

 It makes it really hard to root for them as a couple when one is so fuckin immature and behaves in really stupid ways. Which is a shame,cause the other guy seems really nice actually. 

But my favourite ships are always the ones where I like everyone involved, and the way he acts is so insecure and ridiculous i’m not sure the couple will really stay together.

He thinks he might be gay  and like him so his idea is to trick his friend into kissing him and then lie to him about it? He goes digging around for dirt on the boyfriend cause he thinks “i dont like him and i dont know why so he must be a bad person, so i’ll help my friend get rid of a bad guy and then he’ll be free to be with me!” he actively sabotages his best friend’s relationship

It’s like all those awfully toxic tropes found in het romcoms but this time its gay

I do not recommend this book. 

The ex hex, by Rachel Hawkins/ Erin Sterling

3 stars

This book is urban fantasy, an ‘our world but a little bit to the left’ plot, just add a little magic. 

It’s set in a small town somewhere in the US, it’s a made up town hidden somewhere in the mountains. I think the location is mentioned but I forget, it hardly matters. 

It starts with a young witch who just got her heartbroken and while she and her cousin drown their tears with alcohol they decide to curse the guy who did the breaking.

Fast forward to nine years later when the guy is back in town, and the curse is causing real issues for the town, so they have to work together to fix it and uncover the hidden story of the town’s founding.

The town has sort of a gilmore girls feel so i’m guessing somewhere in new england, it has a witchy reputation they love to play up and actual magic users, including a whole magic faculty in the local university. 

It’s sort of a murder mystery cause there is death, and ghosts, and mysteries to solve.

They don’t work particularly hard at the world building tbh. The university has classes on magic, though we don’t get a lot of detail on that.

The MC’s family owns a magic shop that sells both trinkets to tourists and real magic items, the coffee shop runs on subtle magic and sells potions disguised as coffee, stuff like that.

Like the movie practical magic.

It’s all quite wholesome and it’s well done. 

And in the middle of it all, the MC and her ex are dealing with rogue magic.

Cause the ex, who is a descendant of the founder, is in town to “charge the lines” but learns quickly upon arriving that his magic is on the fritz and this causes a lot of issues, and his life may be at stake, so they have to fix it, before it hurts someone, and before their founders day festival cause if bad things happen then it could hurt the economy and destroy the masquerade.

It is very entertaining, and funny at times. 

It’s no great work of art but it is a good read, if a bit light. 

Plus two, by Natasha West

2.5 stars

This is a sequel to “plus one” where a woman is need of a date for her sister’s wedding, after her gf whom she’d talked up, suddenly breaks up with her, so she finds a service that hires people to act as emotional support for big events.

and the woman that shows up to play pretend for a day, is no other than a woman who a decade prior was her first love and first heartbreak. 

This book finds them a couple of years later, everything is going smooth until one of their parents brings up the baby talk and it reveals cracks in their seemingly-perfect relationship.

Tbh, i didn’t like it as much as the first one, there is just so much baby talk it gets a bit tired.

What is interesting is how they react to it, how they deal with said baby talk and the issues it presents. 

[lonelyplanetfag]

favorite movies? cds or cassette tapes? do u play any instruments? are you scared of anything? do u believe in astrology? beach or forest? favorite color? would u rather explore the stars or the sea? do u like scented candles? favorite tv show(s)? do u like tie-dyed clothes? rainy days or sunny ones? 

favorite movies?

off the top of my head probably beetlejuice and labyrinth even though both of them scared the Shit out of me when i first watched them- to be fair i was like ten and scared of everything but wtvr

cds or cassette tapes?

cds just cuz im more familiar w em. i finally got a cd player a little while ago and she looks like a little bug and i Love Her

do u play any instruments?

i don't, but my mom's always wanted me to and tried to teach me the flute one time when i was like nine (i was terrible at it if u were wondering)

are you scared of anything?

fuck yeah man- existential shit, social shit, personality shit, i could go on Forever

do u believe in astrology?

not particularly, but it's super interesting and i love hearing people talk about it

beach or forest?

forest all the way, beaches are wayy overrated

favorite color?

probably maroon

would u rather explore the stars or the sea?

sea 100% i love weird n fucked up fish with every part of my being

do u like scented candles?

fuck yeah. i hate buying them cuz all the different smells gets to be irritating really fast but sometimes it's So worth it

favorite tv show(s)?

i'd probably have to go with gilmore girls and the good place. i was raised on ncis and always love a good murder show but the amount of fuckin copaganda shit is ridiculous

do u like tie-dyed clothes?

tie-dye stuff’s pretty cool but ive never been able to make it or style it myself- so Fuck Yeah for it on other people and Fuck No for it on me

rainy days or sunny ones?

definitely rainy. i love being out in the rain and i love taking naps when it's raining and i love how rain smells and i just love Everything About It

[madwoman14]

i am considering starting 25 21 (mutuals posting about their blorbos always convinces me). I havent actually ever watched a K-drama before, so it would be my first one! have you finished watching it? and would you give me some sort of premise so i could decide whether to watch it or not?

P.S: i sent you an ask following the previous one but i think you didnt get it aaahhh 😭

okay taking deep breathes so i don’t trample you with my over enthusiastic golden retriever energy that appears whenever someone even mentions the numbers. like this show. oh. my. gosh. it was my first k drama and i was basically forced into watching it because of my friend. bless her but now she’s created a monster. so yes you should watch.

basically it’s a coming of age story. there’s two plot lines and the major storyline is set in the korean imf crisis that happened in the 90’s centered around na hee do. and the secondary is set during the covid-19 pandemic and revolves around na hee do’s daughter. let me just say that na hee do is the sweetest protagonist. basically the show is talking about how most of the youth had to grow up too fast during the crisis. so even though na hee do is forced to grow up and encouraged to let go of her first real love: fencing. her mother (a beautifully complex character that sometimes reminds me of emily gilmore) tells her to give up fencing and find a more realistic path. nobody believes in her but herself. enter baek yi jin my boyfriend. god this beautiful character is older than na hee do. he’s twenty two, used to be rich and dreamt of working at nasa. anyway his family went bankrupt so now he’s working small jobs and he mets na hee do and they become friends. oh my gosh i love their romantic relationship when they get older but their platonic relationship early on makes me bawl. they were each others supporters and cheerleaders. like they’re so pure. and oh my gosh the supporting characters are so cute and likeable and FLAWED!! it has everything a show needs- comedy(the comedy reminds me of bollywood dramas), friendships, coming of age and how important a first love can be. literally in love with this show and didn’t even finish. the last two episodes are gonna break my heart so i’m waiting to watch with a friend. let me add gifs of the characters because they’re too pretty and that might help convince you (it’s what convinced me)

it’s so visually gorgeous and oh the gilmore girls parallels made me pause the show and then jump up and down. okay so like 1000/10 would recommend. basically it’s one of those shows that stop and make you go: oh ✨life✨ i’ve created a baekdo playlist that i’ll finish but oh my gosh idk how else to persuade you. used my ethos logos and pathos. and oops think i did trample you with my golden retriever energy

[galaxysupreme17]

Hold On

Olivia Benson X Daughter Reader!

TRIGER WARNNING! Cutting/Bullying/attempted suicide. So this isn’t my first time writing but it is my first time posting on here. I write a lot of stories manly about my favorite tv shows/characters. Anyway this is a short story about being Olivia Benson’s Daughter and having depression and someone keeps leaving notes telling you to kill yourself. Olivia is currently a detective around season 14. If you guys have any request send them in and I will write them! 

As you walk through the walls of your high school trying to keep your head down, not wanting to be seen, you walk up to your locker and open it. A bunch of notes come flowing out of it. You squat down, pick them up, and read through them. 

“No wonder your mom is ever around. It’s probably because you are a horrible no good person” and another “my god just go kill yourself” and another “the world would be a better place if you weren’t here.” 

After reading all of them you quickly shoved them into your bag and shut your locker. You walk home and as fast as possible open your apartment door. You run to your bedroom and burst into tears.

 You have been getting these notes for months and slowly you have been believing them. You have your own personal bullies. Their names are Holly and Jamie. They make your life a living hell as often as they can.

 Holly is the captain of the cheerleaders and Jamie is captain of the football team. You open your bag, after drying your tears, and pull out the notes putting them with the others, which are in a box on your desk right next to the picture of you and your mom. 

You smile at the picture through your tear eyes and pull out a pen and paper. You quickly write down a suicide note and leave it on the counter in the kitchen for Olivia to find.

 You then walk to the bathroom and pull out a bottle of pills and your razor. Before doing anything you think about your life.

Olivia was the best mother in the world. Always coming to every performance of every musical and always being there when you needed her. She would be there when you woke up and when you went to bed. 

You remember going to the park when it was snowing and the rest of the squad went and you and Fin ganged up on Cragen throwing snowballs at him. Then the bullying started and your depression and anxiety got worse. You dropped theatre and show choir because you didn’t feel the joy of singing anymore.

 After a little bit of thinking you continued with your plan. You took the razor and slid it across your arms and legs watching as the blood came running down. You grab the bottle of pills and start taking them; at first one by one but then continued until even after you started to feel dizzy. Within in minutes you passed out on the floor. 

~With Olivia~

Olivia finally got off work just ready to be home. She was happy because she was finally going to have an evening with you. She had planned to let you pick dinner then you both would curl up on the couch and finish watching Gilmore Girls. You started that show together loving it because it reminded you both of your relationship with each other.

 You were Rory and Olivia was Lorelai. The memory makes Olivia smile as she drives home. As soon as she parks her car and heads the flight of stairs, she gets a sickening feeling in her gut telling her something is wrong. Olivia rushes to the door and fumbles with her keys to get the door open. Finally, after struggling, she gets the door open and walks inside.

 “Y/n! Y/n Where are you?” Olivia sets her stuff down and sees the note, it reads. 

“Dear Mom, I am so sorry for this. I just can’t take it anymore. The real reason I quit theatre and show choir was because I have been bullied. For awhile now actually. I just cannot stand to live another day. They keep telling me it is for the best that I die and I believe that is true. Just now that I did fight. I fought for so long. I truly just cannot continue fighting. Know that I love you and none of this is your fault, I know you are going to blame yourself for not seeing it sooner but I am serious, none of this is your fault. I just can’t continue on. I don’t think I can continue on, I feel numb and like no one wants me. I love you momma never forget that.” By the end Olivia had tears streaming down her face as she ran to the bathroom banging on the door, 

“Y/n! Please stay with me baby please! Open the door Y/n!” Olivia yelled.

 Pulling out her phone she called 911 and busted down the door. As soon as she saw your body laying on the floor she broke. Immediately, Oliva checked for a pulse which was weak but there. 

“Please don’t leave me baby! Hold on baby-girl please! I love you so much sweetheart!” Oliva cried as she began doing CPR. 

The ambulance soon showed up and the took you and Olivia to the hospital. Olivia called Fin and asked to go check your bedroom for anything and bring it to the hospital. Of course Fin immediately jumped and ran when he heard what happened. Fin was still at the precinct when Liv called and Cragen happened to also be there. 

Fin told Cragen everything and the two took off to go to Liv’s apartment then the hospital. Once the found the notes from your classmates and the suicide note they drove to the hospital. Olivia was waiting in the waiting room and when she saw Fin and Cragen she stood up again, on the verge of tears.

“Liv what happened?” Cragen asks looking her. Oliva cleared her through trying not to cry.

 “I uhh had this feeling something was wrong and when I finally got into the apartment I saw umm the note. I ran to the bathroom and the door was locked so I called 911 and broke down the door. She was just laying there *her voice cracks* y/n looked to helpless it broke me.” Olivia explains and starts crying again. 

Fin pulls her in for a hug and they all three just stand there. Olivia walked away to call Rachel your best friend. Rachel Cabot is Alex Cabot’s daughter and your best friend. The two of you have been through thick and thin together. Olivia knew she needed to call Alex and Rachel so they could be here. 

After calling Alex, who said they would be down there soon, Olivia returned to the waiting room where your doctor came walking out. “Olivia Benson?” She asked softly. 

“That’s me” Olivia said standing and walking forward. “Hi! I’m Arizona Robbins. So me and my team were able to pump Y/n stomach and stich up their wounds. They are still asleep and it might be awhile before they wake up but I can take you back to see them if you want” 

“Yes please” Olivia says letting out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding. As soon as they reached your room, Olivia covered her mouth trying not to cry. She sat next to your bed and held your hand, not wanting to let go. 

Hours later you woke up not knowing where you were. Olivia felt you moving and immediately jumped looking at you with a soft smile. 

“Mommy?” You say barley above a whisper. “Yes baby I’m right here” Olivia says wiping the tears away.

~Days Later~ 

You were sitting on the couch reading your favorite book Little Women. “Y/n can I talk to you about something serious?” Olivia asks walking over and sitting on the coffee table in front of you. “What is it?” You ask setting your book down and turning and looking at her. 

“If you don’t want to talk about it I completely understand but, why didn’t you tell me about the notes from the kids at school?” Olivia asks looking at you watching your facial expressions. 

“I don’t know. I just felt like if you saw them you would agree or would tell me I’m just being dramatic and over reacting.” You say trying not to cry.

“Listen to me Y/n; I will always be here for you to talk or just to cry. I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t come to me. You are my daughter and I never ever want you to feel like I would judge or yell at you. I love you so much baby” Olivia says opening her arms causing you to jump into her arms hugging her. 

“Thank you. I love you too mom” You smile as she tightens her grip around you.