friday night is alright

I love you on a Monday
When the world is too busy hating
When the office is too noisy preparing
My hearts does a somersault knowing you’ll be there waiting
And as I jump out of the car running late,
I love you in between adrenaline rates
I love you on a Monday date

I love you on a Tuesday
As I catch a glimpse of you working
On a requirement due an hour of submitting
I would walk up to you hoping
That you would look up noticing
That despite the colors from an artwork you’re painting
The static from my eyes are still more electrifying
Because yours do
And always will
I love you on a Tuesday

I love you on a Wednesday
When twenty minutes of break feels like seconds
When your smiles feel like weapons
And every word is a powerful opinion
That targets my heart in every direction
Every joke is a doorway
Every moment is on replay
Going home late was suddenly okay
I love you more on a Wednesday

I love you on a Thursday
When I ramble about books and comments
And you don’t care about my looks and nonsense
When you remind me of today’s contents
Of happiness, songs, movies, and events
I suddenly wish I have the power to prevent
The curtains from closing this extent
The hours ending from today,
Your hands on mine promising ‘someday’
And when we reach the finish line of today’s raceway,
Remember that I love you on a Thursday

I love you on a Friday
When everyone is busy planning their night
And me hoping everything is alright
As you walk towards my desk in sight,
As my heart beats faster when you meet the light
From the room’s window where I write
My heart elevates on every flight
Up there it goes beyond my height
But there you go,
You skipped my place
Moving your way towards a girl in lace
My heart fell as you embrace
“Where did I go wrong?” I asked the empty space
Still,
I love you on a Friday’s lonely night case

I love you on a Saturday
When I gracefully tell myself not to talk to you again
When I constantly remind myself I am not your gem
You messaged me then
Saying you had a great weekend
And I love you so much it hurts
The pain gets worse
As I grip tightly at the hem of my shirt
“I’m happy for you”, I silently blurt
Please don’t drift away
Please don’t be another soon-to-end holiday
Not another visitor on a railway
I love you so much on a Saturday

I love you on a Sunday
As you take her hand and introduce her
As my heart beats slow down and blur
When her eyes are what you prefer
And I am nothing as I infer
Only, I know better
That loving you wasn’t guaranteed to be an open airway
Nor was it just an easy hundred-word essay
It was meeting you halfway
It was shards of glass on the highway
It was sacrificing you away
It was already seeing dismay
Yet going for it anyways
I love you not only on the weekdays
Nor do I love you only on Saturdays and Sundays
For I love you and when I do,
I love you every day.

Happy Valentine’s Day!

Just a few song lyric sentence starters in honour of Valentine’s Day. I couldn’t find my official “Sappy Love Songs” playlist so I just went off memory. Spread the love and the memes this holiday!

Can’t help falling in love

shall I stay? ❞
❝ wise men say, only fools rush in.  ❞
❝ some things are meant to be .  ❞
❝ take my hand.   ❞
❝ take my whole life too.   ❞
❝ I can’t help falling in love with you.   ❞

Falling in love in a coffee shop

❝ I think that I’m falling for you. ❞
❝ I want to come too. ❞
❝ No one understands me quite like you do. ❞
❝ I never knew just what it was about this old coffee shop
I love so much. ❞
❝ It was you. ❞ 

A thousand years 

❝ How to be brave? ❞
❝ How can I love when I’m afraid to fall? ❞ 
❝ Darling, don’t be afraid I have loved you.  ❞
❝ Every hour has come to this. ❞
❝ Beauty in all she is. ❞
❝ I will not let anything take away. ❞ 

Coffee and Cigarrettes

❝ Coffee and cigarettes are my only escape. ❞
❝ So, won’t you sing with me? ❞
❝ It’s cold outside, and I’m feeling kinda lonely. ❞
❝ I’m looking up, but I’m feeling kind of down. ❞
❝ Yeah, I have friends, but they have friends. ❞
❝ They have parties, and I’m so awkward. ❞
❝ So what do you say, just as friends, we see a movie
This weekend, alright? ❞
❝ Friday nights are always the same in this town. ❞ 

All about you 

❝ You make my life worthwhile, it’s all about you ❞
❝ It’s all about you ❞
❝ I would answer all your wishes, if you asked me to ❞
❝ Hold me close and say three words, like you used to do. ❞
❝ Dancing on the kitchen tiles, it’s all about you. ❞

The Bad Guy (Thomas Jefferson x Reader)

Originally posted by diggstrash

Pairing: Thomas Jefferson x Reader

Requested?: ‘Tjeff with #45 “everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy"’ (@predomina-buna)

Prompt: "Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy”

Words: 3200+

Warnings: Southern Motherfucking Democratic-Republicans, Fluff, High school setting, Prom

Masterlist

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“Stay away from Thomas Jefferson. He’s nothing but trouble for a sweet girl like you.”

That’s all you’ve been hearing from your new friends at Monticello High. You transferred there because of your old school upstate was shut down because of sanitary violations. Your family moved from Albany to New York City in order for you to go to school here. You knew your cousins were attending here so you knew you were going to be safe. You didn’t have many friends so your cousins, the Schuyler sisters, introduced you to their friends and you connected with them. You were really good friends with Eliza’s boyfriend Alexander and Alexander’s gay friend John. The rest of the group were cool and really nice to you. You always talked with them regularly and sat with them at lunch. You were all a big happy family.

That is until you met the Southern Democratic-Republicans.

The Virginian duo and upstate New Yorker that made this trio of chaos were the first things Alexander decided to educate you on once you entered the group. Alexander had a really hostile past with the trio of Juniors that ran the school Debate team and Government class. He would pinpoint each individual member and speaks about them in a hushed tone.

Aaron Burr was the New Yorker. He was actually a student at your old school before moving downtown and enrolling into Monticello High. He was actually supposed to be a Sophomore like you but he got to skip a grade because he was excelling in his studies. He was the top of his Government class and had most of the girls swooning over him. He was the son of a well-known lawyer and the only Honors English teacher in the whole school. You were in Mrs. Burr’s class for Homeroom and often saw Aaron there too, acting as the class teacher aide. He was a bit of a flirt too, courting a girl and then flirting with her friends while she was still on his arm that same day. Aaron was striving to be the captain of the Debate team, but he backed down once he became allies with the current leader. Alexander used to be good friends with Aaron Burr but they soon had a falling out when they got in an almost fatal fist fight over Alexander accusing Aaron of stealing his opportunity at a Law scholarship to Harvard, Aaron, of course, denying it. The fight resulted in Alexander getting a slight concussion and Aaron getting suspended, losing his scholarship in the process, much to Alexander’s delight. Since then, Aaron had sworn vengeance on Alexander Hamilton in a more pacifist way; becoming Debate team captain and forcing Alexander to leave the team. Overall, Aaron Burr was a very proper and intelligent gentleman with a short fuse.  

James Madison was the youngest out of the two Virginians. He was the leader’s childhood friend and protégé, always following him like a lost puppy. James was very intelligent just like Burr and the fellow Virginian. He was the only son of a politician and a homemaker. He has head-chef in the Culinary Arts class and was vice-captain of the Debate team. He was very quiet and wasn’t the social type of guy. Girls still found him cute and would come up to him and try to talk to him but would be ignored or asked politely to leave him alone. James Madison was in your Math class and you were once partnered up with him for a big assignment. He didn’t talk much, you both just split the work evenly between you two and just did it and turned it in together, not sparing the other a second glance. He seemed nice but very antisocial. You didn’t blame him for being so. You weren’t the best at being social either.

And lastly was the ring leader.  

Thomas Jefferson.  

What words could you use to describe Thomas Jefferson? Handsome. Irritable. Funny. Stubborn. Flirtatious. Manipulative. Intelligent. Annoying. The southern casanova messed up your mind and your emotions. You felt the sudden urges to go and talk to him, try and get closer to him. But you also had Alexander breathing down your neck anytime you spare a glance in Thomas’ direction. Thomas was the captain of the Debate team and one of the top students in the whole school. He had a full-ride scholarship to Harvard secured for himself so he could go off the pristine college as soon as he graduates. He was very charming and a huge flirt. Every girl in this school wanted to or already had been with Thomas Jefferson. He had a reputation of a notorious heartbreaker. The longest he was with a girl was three months before dumping her for her prettier sister. He never stopped at one girl for long.

You were almost positive you were on Jefferson’s hit list.  

You weren’t an ugly girl. You didn’t have the largest chest or the thinnest body, but you were still very pretty. You had many admirers throughout your school life and some of that attention was the reason you were bullied in middle school. You were dressed in the latest trends and your hair was always styled in some new style. You had natural beauty so the only makeup you wore was lip gloss and a little bit of concealer. You were always praised for your appearance but most girls took it to the next level and harassed you for being so pretty. You didn’t bother fighting back and would always walk away. They weren’t worth your time and their pointless opinions weren’t going to stop you at all.  

It was a few days before the school year ends. Everyone was beaming about prom and all the house parties that were happening after school was over for the summer. You were too busy finishing up your homework for Mrs. Burr’s class to listen. Since you were a Sophomore, you weren’t allowed at prom. Besides, most of your friends weren’t going anyways, so why get all gussied up for a pointless night with people you won’t see ever again? You were very engulfed with vocabulary and the punk rock music blasting in your ears to notice the tapping on your shoulder or the southern accented voice that was calling your name.  

The sound of Angelica snapping her fingers in front of your face was what made you pull out one of your earbuds. You glared at her before she pointed at something behind you. You turned around and almost dropped your iPod. There, standing mere inches in front of you, was Thomas Jefferson, James Madison and Aaron Burr standing close by him. They were all dressed in their expensive dress shirts, cashmere cardigans, and professional slacks, along with polished dress shoes. Thomas was wearing his nerdy full-rimmed glasses that you thought were adorable. His fluffy curls of raven hair were pulled back into a ponytail, making him look a lot like your French friend Lafayette. He was clean-shaven too, which was a rare sight for you. He looked normal but brand new at the exact same time.  

“Good afternoon, Thomas.” You greeted with a stammer in your voice, standing up straight and placing your iPod safely on the table. “How can I help you on this fine day?”  

Thomas smirked, making your stomach churn. “I have a request for you, Ms. (Y/N).” He stated is a slightly deep tone of voice.  Burr was smirking too while Madison was standing blank-faced and stoic like always.

“A request?” You repeated, confusion clear on your face. “What kind of request?”

“Would you like to be my date to the prom on Friday night?” Thomas asked casually and loud enough for the four tables surrounding you could hear.  

You say all the girls perk up and watch in shock and disbelief. Most were glaring at you but you were too caught up in your surprise to notice. Thomas Jefferson wanted to go to prom with you? A lowly sophomore? Was it a bet? A dare? Did he want something from you? Money? Your virginity? There had to be something that would be fueling his desire to take you to the biggest dance of the school year.

“No thanks, Jefferson.” Alexander hissed, hugging you to his side in a protective brotherly manner. “(Y/N) doesn’t need to be spoiled by you. She’ll be staying the night with me and her friends. Now please go and try to manipulate some other girl and stay away from (Y/N).”  

Thomas glared at Alexander. “You aren’t her father, Hamilton.” He shot back. “Let (Y/N) talk for herself. She might actually want to spend the evening with me.”

You shrugged Alexander off and stood. You shot him a look that said ‘I’m sorry’ before turning back to Thomas, a soft smile on your features.

“I’d love to.” You said, causing the whole cafeteria to grow silent. Alexander had a look of pure shock on his jaw-dropped face. The rest of the group looked up from their conversations to stare at you with confusion and disbelief. Angelica was glaring daggers at Thomas while Peggy and Eliza were smiling at you and doing thumbs-ups.  

“E-Excuse me?” Alexander practically screamed in objection. “(Y/N), you want to go to prom with him?! Of all people?!”

You glared at Alexander as Thomas chuckled. “Yes, Alex. I do.” You answered simply.  

“Perfect,” Thomas said calmly, his smirk wider than usual. “I’ll pick you up around seven Friday night, alright?”

You smiled and nodded. “I’m looking forward to it.”  

Thomas then took your hand and raised it to his lips, kissing your knuckles while maintaining eye contact. You blush a bright red as Eliza and Peggy cheered and whistled behind you. Thomas then lets go of your hand and walked off, Aaron and James following close by. You sat back down and took a deep breath, your heart still beating rapidly.  

“Are you sure about this, (Y/N)?” Angelica asked, taking your hand in hers. “you knew Jefferson’s reputation. I don’t want him trying anything with you.”

You shook your head and squeezed Angelica’s hand. “I’ll be fine, Angie. I know what I’m doing.”  

Angelica nodded, smiling at you. Alexander then proceeded to list all possible ways the prom could end up being a huge embarrassment for you while Eliza and John tried to shut him up. You just tuned him out and returned to your homework. But all you could think about was that Friday night, you would be spending the evening and most of the night with Thomas Jefferson.  

~~~

Friday, 7:05 PM (Three Days Later)~~

It was five minutes past seven o'clock.

And you were freaking the fuck out.

You were all dressed up in a simple but elegant short magenta dress. It had no sleeves and the skirt stopped a few inches above your knee, hugging your torso in all the right ways. The bodice was decorated with sequins and there was a sash around the waist that was a couple shades darker than the dress. The dress came with matching silver and garnet jewelry; a necklace, a bracelet, and a ring. Along with a pair of black heels and your hair curled and pulled up into an elegant updo, you were ready for a night of glam and partying.

Thomas had messaged you and said he’d be earlier than usual. You expected him to be at your house around six-fifty but it has been a half hour and you were freaking out a lot.  

“Maybe he’s ditching me?” You asked aloud, analyzing your appearance in the mirror for the hundredth time. “Maybe I just wasted all this money for nothing? What if Alexander was right?”

Eliza rolled her eyes and placed her hand on your shoulder. “Honey, if you don’t want to go, I’ll have Lafayette text Thomas and tell him. Thomas is a man of his word so he must be coming.”

“If he doesn’t, I’ll beat him into next week,” Angelica said, cracking her knuckles.

You chuckled but your anxiety shot back up. The doorbell rang and Peggy rushed to answer the door. You heard the door open and Peggy squeal in excitement.  

“Eliza! (Y/N)!” Peggy called down the hallway. “Your dates are here!”  

You felt your anxiety melt away as you followed Eliza down the hallway and into the front room. You saw the pissed off look on Alexander’s face before you saw Thomas. Alexander immediately smiled when he saw Eliza. Peggy walked away and Alexander stepped into the threshold, taking Eliza’s hand and kissing the knuckles. You smiled at Thomas, you smiled warmly back.  

“Good evening, Mr. Jefferson.” You greeted. “You seem to be fashionably late.”  

Thomas smirked. “A good evening to you too, Ms. (L/N). I had a discrepancy at home but it is all resolved now.” He looked over at Alexander. “I thought this would be smooth sailing but Hamilton happened to show up at the same time I arrived.” He added.

Alexander glared at Thomas but then turned back to Eliza. “Shall we, Ms. Schuyler?” Alexander suggested, offering his arm to his girlfriend.  

Eliza giggled, taking Alexander’s arm and they both walked out of the house. You took a step out and Thomas leads you to the limousine waiting on the curb, his hand placed lightly on the small of your back. You both got into the backseat and the limo pulled out and drove down the street.  

~~~

10:37 PM (Three Hours Later)

You stepped out of the gymnasium, taking a deep breath of the cool night air. The blasting dance music from inside shaking the building walls and you could still feel the bass’ rhythm in the concrete under your feet. You had been there for three hours and was having a great time. All your friends were there and were making complete fools of themselves. Alexander had challenged Aaron to a drinking contest with Hercules as the referee and John and Lafayette as Alex’s cheer team. You were recording the whole thing on your phone and planned on posting the video tomorrow. You spent most of the night with Eliza but you also stayed at Thomas’ side for a good hour. He showed you around to his friends and held you protectively by the waist. You felt special when he did this but you knew he probably did this with all his other girlfriends before you. You were probably just a date and nothing more.  

“Hey.”  

You turned around and saw Thomas step out of the building, stopping to stand next to you. You both stared out at the campus fields in silence, watching as drunk seniors and juniors tried to play football with no ball. You would chuckle every few minutes but said nothing.  

“Are you having a good time?” Thomas asked.  

You blushed and looked down at your feet. “Yeah.” You answered. “I am. Thanks for bringing me.”

Thomas smiled and took your hand in his. “I’m glad you are.”  

You looked up at Thomas and frowned. “But why?”

Thomas looked at you in confusion. “Why what?”

“Why me?” You asked quietly. “There are so many other girls who would agree to go out with you at the drop of a hat and yet, you chose me. What makes me so special?”

Thomas turned away from you and let go of your hand. You continued to look forward, waiting for Thomas’ response. He didn’t speak for a while and you felt like you said something bad for questioning why he took you out. You just wanted to know why he wanted to take out a sophomore instead of a fellow junior or a senior.  

“The truth is,” Thomas spoke, his voice soft and deep with emotion. “I know I’m the school heartbreaker. I’m just looking for the perfect girl, you know? I’ve been so busy with school and the Debate team that my dad has been on my case about finding a girlfriend. The thing is, he wants to choose my girlfriend for me but I want to prove I can find the perfect girl for me without his help. I went through all these girls and my mind still wanders to you. You’re quiet but you’re really smart and beautiful. I’ve been admiring you from a distance. Madison and Burr tease me about liking you and they aren’t wrong.”  

You blushed so brightly, you were pretty sure your hair was also turning red. Thomas liked you? He was one of the most popular guys in school and he liked the antisocial teacher’s pet that was (Y/N) (L/N)? How was this possible? This kind of thing only came true in books.  

“So,” Thomas took both your hands in his, making you look up at him. “(Y/N), would you do me the honors of becoming my girl and stopping my heartbreaking streak?”  

Your eyes widened and you smiled. “Yes.” You said without a second thought.  

Thomas mirrored your bright smile and leaned forward, locking his lips with yours. The kiss was soft and sweet, his hands letting yours go and grasping your waist, your arms wrapping around his neck. The kiss lasted only a few seconds but it felt like minutes. You pulled away and had a big goofy smile on your face. Thomas rested his forehead on yours, slowly swaying to the rhythm of the slow song playing inside the gym. You swayed along with him, letting all the other noise fade away.

“You know,” you stood straight, looking into Thomas’ eyes. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” You pecked his lips. “But I know now that that’s completely wrong. You’re a pretty sweet guy.”  

Thomas chuckled. “You’re the sweet one here, darlin’.” He shot back, capturing your lips in another kiss.  

Then, the sound of a camera went off.  

You pulled away from Thomas and looked towards the sound. Eliza, Alexander, and the whole squad were watching you two, James and Aaron smirking at Thomas. Alexander watched with pure shock on his face, his jaw hanging open. Eliza was smiling with her phone out, snapping pictures. Lafayette, John, and Hercules were all laughing non-stop, John looking drunk out of his mind.  

“Well,” Thomas spoke with a nervous chuckled, placing a kiss on your forehead. “At least we don’t have to tell them we’re together.”

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Warren Worthington

(I needed something to occupy my mind. I haven’t been feeling all that well these past few weeks, so writing this was a good outlet. I listened to Colors (Stripped) by Halsey to write this. I should have a Ward Meachum fic up by the end of the week. Anyway, I hope whoever reads this enjoys, and feedback would be greatly appreciated!)

Warnings: Slight swearing, alcohol and blood mention.

Word count: 4k

Colors

This is hard.

But he just couldn’t bring himself to do it earlier on.

It would have been easier though.

With the people in charge of the fight club out looking for him, he knew they’d kill anyone including you to get to him.

They wouldn’t want anyone interfering with getting one of their best fighters back.


You had stumbled across him in an alleyway after he had gotten into a fight with a group of men who were looking for trouble.

They had found it.

In the haze of cigarette smoke flowing down from the open window of the building above you and the dim blue light pouring out onto the street as you were walking home, you saw the silhouette of what looked like a pair of wings.

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anonymous asked:

Dunno if you answered before but: Do you play Overwatch?

i don’t play any videogames. 







except overwatch. 

I Need You

I Need You

Word count: 4.1K

Genre: angst, romantic smut

This was a request from @roleplaymeranda , hope you like it :)


You were antsy, waiting for Jungkook at home. This was the third night in a row that he’d gone out with his co workers. You were glad that he had friends at his new job. He had honestly worried so much about starting to teach at this new school. It was new and prestigious and he’d only graduated two years ago, but he had rocked his interview just like you knew he would.

You two had been married for a year and three months and even had a little dog named, Buster. It was true, the first year of marriage was hard. Despite the fact that you had dated for four years before he asked you to marry him. You’d met in college but you knew him before you’d became friends.

You had seen him in one of your classes a semester before one of your friends, Jimin, had introduced you. You thought he was gorgeous. You were in a class of over one hundred people and you sat toward the side, in the middle,  near the door. Jungkook had sat in the front row, in the middle. He was very sweet and always ready to answer questions, the teacher loved him. Luckily, you had taken a class pretty much exactly like it in high school because you definitely didn’t pay attention to anything but him.

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I Ship Us

Summary: you and Cas are both high school teachers, and your feelings for one another are obvious to everyone else–especially your students–except the two of you. 

Pairing: Teacher!Castiel x Teacher!Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: language, FLUFFY FLUFF, you and cas get interrupted a lot

Originally posted by i--could--go--with--you

You practically ran inside the building, your high heels clattering against the tile flooring and your purse swinging from your elbow as you desperately tried to hang onto the stack of graded papers and the cup of coffee in your hands. You were running late to your class—again—and the classroom you taught in was on the top level. Of course.

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Imagine being Rafael’s daughter and meeting the squad after you witness a crime

(A/N: Dedicated to the Anon who suggested it and bumped this up the list. Sorry for the wait. First one of it’s kind.  I want to write continuations for this so definitely get excited for those. I hope you enjoy and to the anon who suggested it. I hope I meet your expectations! Enjoy!) 

This Imagine is Continuted Here 

Imagine being Rafael’s daughter and meeting the squad after you witness a crime

“And it’s the schools Father Daughter dance on…” you continued to say before stopping yourself as you realised he wasn’t listening, “Dad!”

“Hmm.” he said looking up from his monetarily at you from across the counter as he simultaneously poured milk into a bowl of cereal.

“Is on Friday, at the Glasshouses.” you finished.

“What is?” he questioned, still looking at his phone.

“The Father-Daughter dance.” you chuckled, “You said you would come.”

“On Friday night?” he asked for reassurance.

You nodded inn confirmation.

“I don’t know Y/N. I might be busy that night.” he offered, shooting you a cautious look.

“I understand.” you sighed, slightly disappointed, “I can see how you would be busy at 8:00 on a Friday night.”

He smirked at you, releasing what you were getting at.

“Alright, I’ll try to come. I might be late, so don’t say I didn’t warn you.” he gave in, walking round the kitchen counter and putting the cereal bowl in front of you.

“That’s all I ask,” you smiled before looking down at the bowl, “What’s this?”

“I made you breakfast.” he responded as if it was obvious.

You took a dangerous glance to the sink were the empty bowl of cereal you had finished fifteen minutes ago sat, ready to go into the dishwater.

“Thanks Dad.” you grinned, scooping up a spoonful.

“You’re welcome.” he said obviously pleased with himself, “Do you need money for lunch?”

“I take my lunch to school.” you reminded gesturing to your bag which had your lunch on top of it in the seat next to you.

“Since when?” he asked, confused.

“Since always.” you informed.

“Right.” he nodded, with a sigh.

“But I do need money for dinner, because I’m assuming you’re going to be back late.” you offered, so he wouldn’t feel too bad.

“How much do you need?” he asked, pulling his wallet and finally putting his phone down.

“Fifty dollars.” you stated.

“For take-out for one? I don’t think so.” he scoffed.

“I’m not going to order in. I’m going to buy groceries.” you explained.

“Doesn’t Sarah do that?” he questioned, referencing your maid who also did the grocery shopping each week.

“She does but you gave her the week off so she could go Vermont for her sisters Wedding.” you reminded, giving him an all-knowing expression.

He was trying to come off an annoyed but you could tell he was slightly disappointed in himself for not remembering. He was trying.

“I’m giving you thirty. Drop a few of those fancy vegetables you insist on buying.” he played off handing you a mixture of notes that totalled thirty dollars.

“Alright, but if I starve…” you joked.

“It will be one less thing for me to worry about.” he smirked, quickly glancing at his watch, “I’ve got to go.”

He quickly grabbed your hand and directed the spoonful of cereal that was on it into his own mouth. You gave him a look of protest, but you secretly didn’t mind. You weren’t going to finish it anyway. He gave you a wink before, grabbing his briefcase and heading for the door.

“Love you Dad.” you called after him.

“Love you too kiddo.” he called back after a pause.

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not your fault || theo raeken

description: in which you you refuse to listen to your boyfriend’s warnings, resulting in an absolute cataclysm.

requested by: anonymous

warnings: assault, blood, injury, mentions of death

notes: this was requested forever ago n i finally found inspiration for it. the original request included smut but i felt that there was too much drama going in to fit that in.

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rogangilmore  asked:

What would you name as your 10 favorite GG episodes of the series? What are your 5-10 favorite Rogan scenes? And how would you rank the seven seasons from your favorite to least favorite? Thank you for being so welcoming to me while I'm still trying to get the hang of this site :)

Hi! Thanks for the ask. This is a hard question!

Top 10 Favourite Episodes (In No Particular Order):

  • You Jump, I Jump, Jack
  • The Party’s Over
  • Wedding Bell Blues
  • Jews and Chinese Food
  • Pulp Friction
  • But I’m A Gilmore
  • Twenty-One is the Loneliest Number
  • Friday Night’s Alright For Fighting
  • The Great Stink
  • Hay Bale Maze

5-10 Favourite Rogan Scenes (In No Particular Order)

  • Their last scene at the end of ‘Written In The Stars’
  • ‘You Jump, I Jump, Jack’
  • Their dance and then their first kiss in ‘Wedding Bell Blues’
  • The scene at the end of ‘Jews and Chinese Food’
  • “You’re here with Robert and it’s bothering me and I don’t like that it’s bothering me.”
  • The scene when they’re on the couch in ‘The UnGraduate’
  • When they’re an amazing power couple and they save the YDN in ‘Friday Night’s Alright For Fighting’
  • Their goodbye in ‘Partings’
  • When they make up after their fight in ‘Introducing Lorelai Planetarium’
  • When Rory has a crush on the teaching assistant and she tells Logan and he’s like “I love you and I’m not worried about us” in ‘Farewell, My Pet’

And now to rank the seasons. I think I’m going to go with: 5, 7, 6, 2, 3, 4, 1

spyroid101  asked:

Alright, Leon, be honest. You totally misheard Ada's last name as "Wait" instead of "Wong", didn't you? The jig is up!

Y’know what? I actually wish that was true, but it isn’t. I thought it was “Wand” for 3 months after meeting her.

(and in my defense I WAS YOUNG AND STUPID AND ADA BASICALLY MADE MY HEART PUNCH MY BRAIN OUT WHEN SHE POPPED UP.)

-LK