Rory-Fact

the fact that Rory Gilmore is not a journalist kills me

the fact that she ended up the same way like her mother kills me

the fact that she’s pregnant without a job kills me

the fact that she has given up her dreams kills me

the fact that she’s not working with Logan like a Power Couple kills me

that fact that Rory Gilmore might end up living in Stars Hollow without telling Logan about their baby kills me

the fact that this whole revival implies that a 30 year old Logan would do the same choices as a 16 year old Christopher kills me

the fact that in life everything comes full circle, so Like Mother Like Daughter is the most terrible bullshit i’ve ever heard.

Rory Gilmore was destined to do a lot more.

Team Jess theory:

The fact that Rory didn’t have a goodbye scene with Jess like she did Logan and Dean, gives me hope. It gives me hope for more episodes. It gives me hope that Jess and Rory are meant to be. It gives me hope that Jess is to Rory as Luke is to Lorelai. It gives me hope that this story isn’t over.

I really appreciate the fact that Jane the Virgin and Gilmore Girls are like the exact same show except that Jane’s boyfriends are all beautiful and gentle souls while Rory’s boyfriends are trash men she found in the Dumpster (and not the fun Dumpster where all the sexy Marvel men live)

ahhh watching the episode where rory tells logan she loves him for the first time and she’s like: ‘i don’t expect you to say it back’ and he’s like: ‘i’ve told a lot of girls i love them before without meaning it and i don’t want to do that to you’. what a good scene honestly!! rory respects the fact that logan is not quite there yet but has enough faith in their relationship to let him know what she’s feeling without expecting him to say it back (SEE HOW IT’S DONE DEAN) and trusting that he won’t freak out and bolt. and logan being like ‘i’m not going to tell you i love you unless i mean it.’ what a good, healthy relationship!!!

anonymous asked:

Why don't you like Dean?

Because he is possessive, obsessive, cannot handle Rory talking to other guys and is as interesting as a dishcloth.

Because he gets mad at Rory for not being able to say ‘I love you’ and then mocks her reasoning, yells at her when he finds out she ate dinner with Jess and Paris and lied (ignoring the fact that Rory lied because she was scared of his reaction), yells at her when he finds out she was in a car crash with Jess (rather than, I don’t know, ASK IF SHE’S OKAY) and, got upset when she wasn’t wearing his bracelet so Rory felt she had to lie about that too.

Because he broke up with her twice in front of crowds of people and publically humiliated her and then acted like it was her decision.  Because he got married knowing he still loved Rory and then blamed Lindsay for his unhappiness. Because he told Rory his marriage was over when it CLEARLY wasn’t so she would have sex with him, and the stayed with his wife anyway.  Because he blamed Rory when Lindsay found out and took no responsibility for his marriage failing, when it was HIS choice to get married so young and then have an affair.  

That about covers it.

*GILMORE GIRLS SPOILER ALERT*

okay so you know what is grade-a piSSIGN ME OFF about people’s criticisms of gilmore girls a year in the life? (stop reading now if you don’t want spoilers - i’ll tag it accordingly too so that this doesn’t show up on anyone’s dash who’s blacklisted gg spoilers) but the thing that’s really yanking on my fucking chain is that everyone seems to be so uPSET and soo fucking #TRIGGERED by the fact that rory is in her early thirties and she doesn’t have it all figured out, that she doesn’t have a steady job, that she doesn’t have a permanent home, that she isn’t married, and popping trust fund kids out every nine months like clockwork to keep the huntzberger legacy alive whilst still maintaining a perfect figure and pouring herself into size two clothes. people seem to be so upset that she doesn’t know what she’s doing, really, she doesn’t have a two year plan let alone a ten year one, she’s not fully applying her degree in journalism from fucking YALE for crying out loud, how can that be?! WHAT A WASTE! rory gilmore, o perfect one, why oh why isn’t your character pandering to that perfect, together, i-know-exactly-what-i’m-doing persona that everyone, for some reason, thinks a woman should have as soon as she hits thirty (extra brownie points if you achieve this level of togetherness in your twenties). WELL LET ME TELL YOU: BECAUSE LIFE DOESN’T ALWAYS WORK THAT WAY. so many people are fucking butthurt about the fact that she doesn’t live in a penthouse on the upper east side of new york with a six figure salary and a chauffeur called anton at her disposal, but let’s get real here for a second: THAT’S. LIFE. shit happens. plans fall apart. desires and dreams fade and change and disappear and THAT’S OKAY. stop feeding in to this really dumbass, rigid notion that unless you’re in your dream job/life by the time you’re 30 then you’re a failure and a disappointment because you’re fucking not omg

tl;dr let me just learn you one thing here right now. it’s okay that rory gilmore is in her thirties and still doesn’t have a crystal clear direction in her life. and you know what? it’s okay that you don’t either.

The fact that there’s so much negativity from people whenever new Sonic Forces stuff gets posted worried me…

I think the game looks great, so I’m not worried about that. What I’m scared of is that the game will fail JUST because of the whiny ungrateful fans that seem to make up a significant chunk of this fandom (at least judging from my experiences)…

what she says: i’m fine

what she means: a nervous and excited jess mariano came all the way to hartford to see rory gilmore and show her his book and tell her that he got his act together and achieved something with his life because of her. all he wanted to do was thank her and let her know that she really did bring out the best in him. don’t think about how hard jess tried to not say anything when she told him she was taking a break from school and being in the DAR, don’t think about how hard jess tried to rise above logan’s snarky comments and tolerate him for rory’s sake until he couldn’t take it anymore. something inside jess just snapped because he couldn’t tolerate the thought of rory, the intelligent and hard working woman that he loves and respects, throw away her amazing life and potential to hide out in her grandparents’ house, become a part of a superficial society like the DAR and plan parties like a rich housewife. when jess questions rory as to why she dropped out of yale, the disappointment and utter frustration is so evident in his voice. he doesn’t try to attack her for being with logan (although he does rightfully point out that hanging with logan every night in his porsche is not her), he just can’t come to terms with the fact that rory has abandoned every essence of her being, to assimilate into a superficial world where everything can be bought and she just doesn’t belong. jess reminds rory that he knows her, knows her better than anyone even if he hasn’t seen her in the last two years, even if the last time he spoke to her he was trying to get her to run away with him and she broke his heart and shut him out. i nearly lost it when jess asks her what’s going on and looks at her with so much sadness, as he’s trying to find a glimpse of the real rory in her, and all she can whisper is that she doesn’t know. he feels her pain of being lost and alone and his voice lowers almost to a whisper and tells her they’ll catch up at a better time. and after months of being in denial, something inside rory finally awakens. jess and rory are made for each other because only they can call each other out on their shit and be perfectly content with wanting the other to live to their full potential, even if it means being without them. 

Clueless

“Imagine being young Amy Pond’s friend, and when she grows up she tells you about the Doctor, and you meet him after almost being killed by a Dalek, and the two of you fall in love at first sight.”

Based off of an imagine by: some-random-imagines. I loved the prompt, so thanks for letting me write a one shot for it!

***

Amelia Pond was always your best friend, even though everyone said she was crazy.

When you were little girls, Amelia lived down the street from you. Every day, you would walk over to her house, and the two of you would play for hours. Amelia would tell you stories about her Raggedy Doctor, and most of your games were centered around him. You liked hearing about the Doctor, and were very disappointed on the day when your mother took you aside to tell you that the Raggedy Man wasn’t real. “Amelia is confused,” she said, “They’re sending her to a real doctor, to help her tell the difference between real and imaginary.”

Even though she had imaginary friends, Amelia was still your best friend. She was still your best friend many years later, when she went by Amy and worked as a kissagram and dated Rory Williams. In fact, Rory had become a good friend of yours through Amy.

So when the two of them showed up on your doorstep, looking the most disheveled you had ever seen them, you were quick to let them and ask what happened. You figured it had something to do with the thing that had appeared in the sky above your home.

“It was him.” Amy gushed. “It was the Doctor, he’s real. And he came back. He sent them away, he saved all of us, the whole planet. He’s real, (Y/N), the Raggedy Doctor is real.”

You turned to Rory, alarm clearing showing on your face. “Is she alright? Should I call someone?”

“No, (Y/N), it’s the truth.” Rory leaned forward. “I’m as shocked as you are, but the Doctor is real. He’s a time traveller, or something.”

You sighed, pouting. “How come I didn’t get to see him? I want to meet Amy’s imaginary friend.”

“You will.” Amy promised. “He’ll come back. And when he does, I’ll make sure he meets you.”

***

That was a while back. Amy was Mrs. Williams now, and she and Rory had moved away. You still visited then every once in a while, and they told you all about their adventures with the Doctor. You had given up on meeting the man. You were just (Y/N), living on your own, working a job that you liked but didn’t love, and spending most of your free time reading or watching Netflix. Things could have been much worse.

For example, you could come home one day to find what appeared to be a UFO crashed in your living room, with a strange robot thing that looked like a pepper shaker rolling through your house. You stared at the thing, cautiously approaching it. “Hello? What is this, what’s going on?”

The creature turned to you, waving it’s eye stalk slowly up and down as if to study you. “You. Are. Human… All. Humans. Must. Be. Exterminated!” It began to advance on you, leading you to step back quickly.

“Now hey, you’re in my house, and I–” you were cut off as the creature shot a bolt of light at your couch, which burst into flames. “Hey! Stop! This isn’t funny!”

“Exterminate!” The creature rolled towards you. “Exterminate!”

You ran through the house, barricading yourself in the kitchen. You pulled out your phone and hit speed dial number three. Amy picked up on the fourth ring.

“Amy, oh my gosh, please help me. Come quick, there’s a thing in my house. I think it’s an alien. It just killed my couch and it says it wants to… Exterminate me. Amy, please help me!” You were talking to fast, your breath quick and shallow as the thing began to cut through your door. Amy assured you that she and Rory would bring help as soon as possible before quickly hanging up.

Only seconds after the phone call ended, the creature busted through your door, rolling ominously towards you. “Exterminate!”

“Stop it!” You backed up to the middle of the kitchen, feeling your blood run cold. “Leave me alone!”

Suddenly their was an odd sound behind you, although you didn’t dare look away from the imminent threat in front. The sound died away, and then you heard a door open, followed by Amy’s voice yelling your name. “Amy!” You yelled, not daring to look back.

You suddenly felt a hand that was much too big, much too masculine to be Amy’s slide into your palm, fingers curling around yours in a comforting and protective manner. A male voice spoke just beside your ear. “Run.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. You let the strange man pull you into what seemed to be a blue wooden phone box of sorts, parked in the middle of your kitchen. He pulled open the door and pushed you inside in front of him, turning to yell something at the giant pepper shaker that had almost killed you. You were barely in the door before Amy and Rory ran to you, wrapping you in a group hug. You were safe.

You finally registered the sheer size of the room you were in. Oh yeah, police box. “So this is the TARDIS?”

The man you had saved you suddenly whirled at you, his barely-noticeable eyebrows raised in surprise and suspicion. He strode forward until his chest was nearly touching yours, looking down at you. “How do you know about my TARDIS? Who are you?”

You blushed, the close proximity of this very attractive man making you even more flustered. “I’m (Y/N). Amy and Rory told me about the TARDIS. And you’re the Raggedy Doctor. Although…” You allowed your eyes to sweep his frame. “Not as Raggedy as I was lead to believe.”

It was the Doctor’s turn to blush. “Well we can’t take you back home, so it looks like you’ll be traveling with us for a bit.” He seized your hand in his, sending invisible sparks up your arm. By his confused blink, you could tell he felt it too. “Welcome aboard, (Y/N).”

You followed him over to the console. “So… Do you have wifi?”

He stared at you. “No one’s ever asked that before. You’re different. Different is good.”

You felt another blush grace your cheeks. “And you’re real. You’re actually real.”

“Of course I’m real.” The Doctor treated you to a childish grin that made your stomach flip.

***

(Y/N) was different, the Doctor decided. She was beautiful, in that special way that only certain humans could be. She had the spark, the thing that all his companions had in common, but it seemed to burn a bit brighter in her. She made him feel things, emotions he had almost forgotten. Things he hadn’t felt… Well, since Rose, if he was honest with himself.

She had an odd sleep schedule. He would find her sitting up in the console room, reading a book, long after Amy and Rory had retired. Sometimes he would let her read in peace, sometimes he would sit down next to her and they would talk for hours. She was fascinated by his stories of adventure, and he was fascinated by her. He wanted to know everything about her.

She had been with him in the TARDIS for at least two weeks now. They were on New Earth, in a beautiful, sunny park. Amy and the Doctor were sitting on a picnic blanket, watching Rory and (Y/N) play frisbee. Amy broke the silence between them. “You don’t know what’s happening, do you?”

“What do you mean? Of course I know, I’m the Doctor.”

“You’re totally clueless.” Amy laughed. “You’ve fallen in love with my best friend, and you don’t even know it.”

“I have not!” The Doctor protested indignantly, straightening up, even as his face flushed red. “(Y/N) is amazing, but I’m not… In love with her.”

“I see how you look at her.” Amy’s eyes softened. “It’s the same way Rory looks at me. You’re in love, Doctor. And she loves you too, you know. You’re both idiots for not seeing it.”

The Doctor frowned, picking at a blade of grass. “Does she… Do you really think she loves me?”

“I know she does.” Amy smiled. “I grew up with (Y/N). I figured out how to tell when she fancies a boy a long time ago.”

He smiled to himself, lost in his thoughts for several moments before he finally stood up. “(Y/N)!” He called out, “Come here, please. I need to talk to you.”

Amy chuckled as the two of them walked off, automatically intertwining their hands as they walked. She watched their serious expressions, and the surprise on (Y/N)’s face at the Doctor’s confession. She saw the hug, saw how it lingered much longer than it could have. And then, finally, there it was. Their first kiss.

It was the first of many. From that day on, the Doctor no longer had reason to complain when the Ponds kissed in front of him. He and (Y/N) did the same to them at least as often.

anonymous asked:

Heatvibe and 46?

“Hey, have you seen the..? Oh.”

Cisco was looking for Wally, honest. 

Wally had taken a box of screws for a project he was working on, and Cisco needed that size to fix Lily and Jax’s fuze mechanism, and they didn’t have any other boxes, and now Cisco is wandering the halls trying to find which Lab Wally had set up in. There’s some noise coming from the lab up ahead, so he goes ahead and shoves the door open.

“Hey, have you seen the - oh.”

Cisco’s still got one hand wrapped around the edge of the door, mostly because he’s not going to be moving any time soon. Mick Rory, who is in fact the sole occupant of the lab, is equally frozen, but his hands are wrapped around the hem of the shirt he’s about to put on. 

“Holy fuck what even are your abs?” says Cisco, before he has a chance to re-engage his brain-to-mouth filters. 

He lets go of the door to slap his hands over his mouth, suddenly overwhelmed by the urge to look anywhere but at Mick. Mick laughs, something deep and warm and rumbling, and Cisco looks back at him, suddenly thrown off. 

“You’re adorable, Little.” Mick says, and shrugs his shirt over his head. 

Cisco’s mildly concerned he might be blushing. 

“Sorry -” he says, finally. “That was - uncalled for.”

“No, it’s okay.” says Mick. “Want me to even the score?”

“What?” says Cisco.

“What even is your hair, that’s unfair.” says Mick, grinning still, lopsided. 

“Listen, Cisco -”

“I’ll get out of your hair - you don’t need to joke.” says Cisco. 

“I’m not joking.” says Mick, as Cisco turns around. “Really, I’m not.”

Cisco stops. 

“You’re not?” he asks. 

There’s a hand on his shoulder, and then Mick is turning him around. 

“I’m not.” says Mick, and then curls a hand around the nape of Cisco’s neck. His eyes are warm. “I’m not.” 

Cisco pushes up on his toes and kisses him. When they part again, Mick is smiling. 

Cisco finds himself smiling too.