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Why is it when I’m all dressed up and have my hair done and makeup on no cute girls talk to me but when I’m wearing a t-shirt that’s got “Sappho is my mom” written on the back in sharpie and I have popcorn in my mouth pretty girls decide it’s a good time to short circuit my lesbian brain

Shoutout to fat girls in the summertime. Shoutout to fat girls who wear jeans even though it’s 90 degrees because they don’t like the way their legs look. Shoutout to fat girls who wear a t-shirt to swim because they don’t like the way people look at their stretch marks. Shoutout to fat girls that only wear dresses with sleeves because they don’t like that their arms aren’t perfectly proportioned. Shoutout to fat girls who wear cardigans with button-downs because they don’t like the spaces between the buttons buckling because of their boobs. Shoutout to fat girls who don’t care about any of that stuff and wear whatever they want. Shoutout to fat girls who don’t want to care about that stuff, but do anyway. Shoutout to fat girls who have to work very hard everyday not to care about that stuff. Shoutout to all fat girls in the summertime. You’re all absolutely fantastic and you’re doing fine. Be patient with yourself, you deserve it.

Borderline and astrology

Borderline personality is a condition of pain. There is a clinical list of symptoms that validate diagnoses, but I am not a specialist on personality disorders. I am not going to go into these. I first learned about Borderline personality as a nursing student studying mental health. Their emotional reactivity is extreme. I like to think of it as, imagine 4 girl friends walking down the street. The weather is cold, it’s snowing and windy. Three of the girls are wearing warm jumpers, scarves, and weather resistant clothing. The fourth girl is wearing shorts and a t shirt. They are all experiencing the same degree of coldness and temperature. But the fourth girl is absolutely freezing, she not just cold, she is purely uncomfortable and shaking viciously, all her fingertips are burning. The fourth girl is expressing the Borderline’s severe experience of emotional storms. It’s like they truly lack the protective clothing. They are vulnerable, exposed, and feel deeply. One aspect of the Borderline personality quality I want to focus on, and relate to astrology is that of a distorted self image, identity diffusion, and a disturbed sense of identity. Intense projection seems to be a problematic attribute of Borderline. This lack of self seems to result in substance abusing behaviors to fill some of the emptiness, to try and hold onto something real, constant shifts in vocational aspirations and goals, this prevailing sense of worthlessness. They have trouble ascertaining who they are, what they want, what they like, and where they want to go. This is where astrology can become an effective tool. Can astrology cure Borderline personality? No way. It is typically a manifestation of PTSD, and best treated in the hands of professionals. I do believe though, that astrology is capable of relieving some of the suffering and giving a clear definition of inner potential. The astrological chart suggests our archetypal qualities and potential. It gives an untainted description of attributes that exist within us, inherited at birth. These have not been blemished by their self image, or maybe the abuses they have received from others. It can give people with Borderline personality a framework of characteristics they can found their identity on. They are no longer gliding in the ether, hollow, chameleon and reflecting the traits of others. And people leaving may not feel so deadly, because they have bloomed a portrait of the self, a definition, they can stand alone. Maybe they will learn that their natal Venus in Aquarius is a personality that feels quite distant from others to begin with, and they associate with this, they connect astrology with qualities within themselves. And that Venus in Aquarius, once grounded, revels in its independence. Or that sixth house stellium guides that person to a career in nursing, when he felt so conflicted and confused, astrology provided an outline of his talents and skills, his calling, and he was able to define a future. The emptiness a Borderline feels can be filled by that contemplating reverence they conceive as stars pour into them, they have been divinely crafted, there are constellations that entangle them, they are the descendent of Gods and Goddesses. They are souls expressing as Leos or Scorpios or whatever. I know that people with Borderline personality can feel so hollow and diffuse that they are relieved to hear a Borderline diagnosis because iit provides a stable outline of who they are. And the clinical picture of Borderline personality is not so wonderful. And I think, wouldn’t being able to find yourself through the positive qualities illuminated by astrology provide so much more comfort, guidance, and beneficial reference? Instead of being a pathology, you are a progeny. There is nothing profoundly evil or bad about them. Rather than feeling as though they lack an identity, they just float, they can look into the night sky and see themselves.  At it’s most sacred essence, astrology is compatibility with the self, the stories of the stars are stories of you, and you can fall in love with yourself. I am not an expert on Borderline personality. I do not know that much.Astrology is by no means a remedy nor a therapy. But it can provide a definition of the self in a way nothing else can, and for those who feel so vacant, for those who are searching for an identity, no anchor could be so pure as the cosmos.


This is the first time I’ve ever worn a swimsuit this “sexy”. I’ve always been the kind of girl to wear shorts and a t-shirt to the pool or beach and then only take of the shorts when it was time to get in the water. Never showing my body because I was so uncomfortable, unconfident and ashamed of the way it looked. Not this Summer! You’ll be seeing more bikinis from me! 👙🔥👌🏽 btw I got this one piece for 12 dollars on!! I highly recommend!!!!

Sugar Sweet | 2 | (M)

word count: 5.3k

genre: smut + a little fluff; college AU + fuckboy!kihyun

pairing: reader/kihyun

summary: your best friend & roommate changkyun just wanted to help get you laid. instead you found solace in a pink haired man named kihyun who had a smart mouth with sharp words you weren’t afraid to let cut you, as long as he didn’t mind you hurting him a little too.

a/n: there’s very very verrrry slight dubcon, but in the end it’s consenting by both parties. just in case that isn’t your cup of tea, but i promise it’s as minimal as possible. trust me.

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being attracted to girls as a girl is rough……. like when they have nice figures and wear t shirts that show it off and it’s so effortless…… is the feeling I get attraction or envy? who knows, not me. like do I want to be her or bang her……. that is the question

Here is what little girls are being taught at school:

How to treat their bodies as a thing of shame. 
How it is an instrument of distraction.
How boys can’t resist the slightest sight of their skin without turning into animals.
How boys bear no responsibility in their conduct towards girls dressed a certain way.
How their education is an obligation, and boys need to be given more consideration.
How testosterone is impossible to keep in check and therefore they must act as the wardens of their bodies.
How a girl’s sex is a prison created at birth.
How it doesn’t matter how intelligent they are, or how kind, or how talented, or how brave.

All little girls are taught from an early age that if they wear a short skirt,or a sleeveless shirt, then they deserve to have their right to an education taken away.

—  What Little Girls are Taught at School | Nikita Gill
realize o2 [namjoon & you]

Summary: After a tiny argument over not wanting to go home until everything is perfect, Namjoon snaps. He pretty much offended you about your fashion style and duty of work. You didn’t let it bother you so much, but just staying in silence had Namjoon taking off and saying it’s over. The two of you didn’t speak, call, or even look at each other for a while.

Little did he know that you had a secret hidden from him.

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After speaking with the nurses when entering inside the hospital, Namjoon was led to your room. Seeing your unconscious condition, Namjoon bit his bottom lip as he tried holding back his tears.

“W-w-what’s wrong with her?” Namjoon asks the nurse.

“Actually, I can ask the doctor who cared for her,” the nurse replies and Namjoon nods his head.

Walking towards the sleeping you, many questions ran inside his head. Why is she in this state? Does she have cancer? Is she going to die? Namjoon shook the thoughts out and tries to not think of the negativity. Instead, he reaches his hand out to touch and hold your pale ones.

“Love…” Namjoon’s voice trembled when he calls out to the unconscious you in front of him.

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House Pride

I come from a small town, one that holds around 2,000 people, and one that is poor enough to where the High School holds grades 7-12, in one building, and contains 400 students. Henceforth, our Pride is very dear to us. 

This year, our Marching Band and Choir traveled the 24 hour trip down to Orlando, Florida, where we visited all Disney Parks and Universal Studios. At Universal, one of the first things my group did was load up on our House Pride. I walked around bearing a Hufflepuff Scarf in ninety degree weather, an elder girl by the name of Maggie wearing a Slytherin lanyard, her boyfriend in a Ravenclaw shirt, so on, so forth. 

Soon enough, we came upon another group of our Marching Band. We stopped for pictures, when one of the girls wearing a Gryffindor shirt wrinkled her nose at Maggie, “You can’t seriously be in Slytherin.”

“What?” Now, Maggie’s voice had that powerful, deadly tilt to it. 

The other girl’s twin carried on, “It’s an evil house.”

“It’s not evil, just because a variety of bad guys came from it,” I attempted to play diplomat. Then, it happened. 

“I can’t believe you’re in Hufflepuff. I thought only dumb people were there.”

and Maggie fucking exploaded. I shit you not, in the middle of Universal Studios, right in front of the Fast & Furious advertisement, she began cussing them out. I ended up tugging at her shirt, and she stormed away, leading me. 

“Did you hear them?!” She was practically growling, “‘It’s an evil house’, well, Gryffindor has all the dumbasses!”

And that was the day I realized that Slytherins are actual barbarians if you attack their Hufflepuff friends. 

" Kaylor fandom is outing Taylor" (or, please kill this idea forever)

The idea that Kaylor fandom exists (or desires) to “out” the girls is a common misconception, but it’s one I’m tired of seeing.

First: Kaylor fandom is what it is because Karlie and Taylor helped build it. The girls follow Kaylor blogs, interact with Kaylor sm accounts, and keep the pulse of the fandom to a ridiculous degree. I’m on mobile so I can’t link here, but there are numerous examples of this.

- Karlie’s father and sister frequently “liking” Kaylor content on social media
- Taylor bringing the camera around to focus delightedly on a “Kaylor” banner at her Chinese concert, then bringing those fans to Loft89
- Taylor following blogs with names like “Gaylor Swift” and liking posts such as “I can make the straight girls gay for a weekend”
- Taylor wearing a t shirt with naked girls all over it
- Karlie posting a Valentine’s Day quiz which draws HEAVILY on her and Taylor’s answers to the Vogue “Best Best Friends” feature of 2014 … but is explicitly romantic. Oh, and the love interest is kept carefully gender neutral in all the questions
- A man appearing at random in Taylor’s “73 questions” Vogue video, to ask her where he should take his wife for their anniversary - and Taylor immediately telling him “Big Sur”
- Taylor and Karlie taking three pictures of themselves embracing at Drake’s birthday party, with only the top picture visible. Fans speculated that the pictures got progressively more “couple-y” and then some weeks later the second picture was posted - sure enough it was an embrace and kiss on the cheek, the first picture we’d ever had of Taylor kissing Karlie, instead of the other way round
- Kaylor fandom speculating about bts pics from their Vogue shoot since 2014, and vocally unhappy with Taylor’s birthday post for Karlie in 2015. Fast forward to 2016, and what’s Karlie’s birthday post? A bts snap from the 2014 Vogue shoot.

There are many, many other examples of the girls interacting with fandom in this way. You can dismiss it all as coincidence if you like (and that’s your right) but for many of us there are just too many coincidences. If Taylor doesn’t approve of Kaylor fandom, why “reward” us by giving us things like the bts Vogue pictures? We know she lurks, and it’s not as if she doesn’t have many, many other pictures of the two of them. If she or her team didn’t want to “feed the monster” , it wouldn’t have been hard to choose something more platonic. (And not caption it “I LOVE YOU KARLIE”. But I digress.)

And then there’s the obvious: that we simply don’t have the power to “out” Taylor. Like the Larry fandom, we’re ignored or considered total crackpots by everyone from the mainstream media to the rest of the fandom. Even casual fans are likely to write us off as crazies. What influence do we have? Who actually listens to us beyond our own fandom? The truth is, it’s vanishingly rare for those who don’t believe in Kaylor to even treat us with basic respect.

Drunken Dreams

JILY CHALLENGE | @aly-cat-scat vs. @thecupcakeconsumer 

Muggle College AU: “You’re drunk and walked into the wrong apartment and fell asleep on my couch oh god you’re going to be so confused in the morning.”

In the door to the kitchen stood a willowy girl with ginger hair and green eyes. She was wearing an old t-shirt and leggings—both too small to be worn as anything other than pyjamas. On the long, fabric couch that took up most of the kitchen lay a lanky boy with a bird’s nest of black hair and square glasses that were pressed awkwardly against the cushion. The girl was Lily Evans, one of the students who shared the flat. The boy was of as yet undetermined identity.

Lily wasn’t entirely sure how the boy had managed to get into her flat, but the fact remained that he had managed somehow because he was passed out and snoring over the hideous cushions that Marlene’s mother had bought as an Easter gift.

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Eva Mohn is horribly upset. 

She’s tired of the lies being thrown her way. 

“I can’t today, Eva,” he said. 

“Sorry, just going to hang out with the Riots, tonight,” he said. 

Fine, Chris Schistad can do whatever the fuck he wants but she doesn’t want him lying to her. She doesn’t want to find his tongue down another girl’s throat at a party when he said he wasn’t going to any.

Eva and Chris aren’t dating. Eva knows that. But lying is another thing. 

Why did she take this so personally? Eva could not possibly have feelings for the despicable Christoffer Schistad! Eva is Noora Saetre’s best friend and Noora has taught her that ‘fuckboys’ aren’t worth it. 

So, why does her heart crack under the pressure of her feelings when she sees him with someone else? 

Why is her mind plagued with the thoughts of her not being good enough as the other girls he makes out with and him not wanting her and her not being good enough for him? Should Eva just stop? 

Out of anger, she believes she should slap Chris and end whatever this is between them. But then she tells herself that it’s better to talk it out.. see where he’s coming from. See if there’s a reason? 

Eva is still staring at him, from across the room. 

He said he was not coming…

Chris’s hands are over a girl, as his lips roughly press kisses to her body. The music isn’t loud enough to block out the negative feelings crawling inside her. 

Nothing is enough. 

The alcohol coursing through her system isn’t enough. Girl Chris cracking her usual jokes isn’t enough. 

She sees red and she sees blue. 

Ugh, she thinks. He’s wearing that stupid t-shirt

The girl drapes across him is playing with the zipper Eva always plays with. 

And that’s when Eva looses it. 

She’s not even going to apologize for wanting to be the only person who gets to play with that zipper. 

And as she’s storming her way to the other side of the room, her feelings finally become clearly. 

Eva Mohn likes Chris Schistad and she’s fucked because of it. 

Chris wasn’t expecting Eva to be here. he really wasn’t. So, when he felt her hand turn him around, her Eva smell filling his nostrils, he freaks out. The girl he was with left as soon as Eva came. 

She knows better than not come in the way of Eva and Chris. 

He freaks out completely because she is so going to murder him. 

And being Penetrator Chris, he smashed his lips to hers, pulling her jeans clad body to him. 

The fireworks are instantly set off between them and, fuck, why? 

When Chris was kissing that other girl a few minutes ago, it didn’t feel half as good as this. So, why? 

His lips do things to Eva. It makes her mind fog up, so she’s not even able to comprehend the situation. Her judgements become so clouded, she’d take drugs in an instant, if given. 

So, yes, that’s what it’s kind of like to kiss Christoffer Schistad. 

Or is it only kissing him? A voice makes her overthink. 

But, no! She’s supposed to be furious with him! Yes, that’s what she’s supposed to do. 

So, mustering enough strength - Chris makes her weak at her knees- she shoves him off her. 

“Eva . .” Chris mumbles, trying to kiss her again. But Eva swats his hands away and then grabs his wrist, dragging him down the hallway, where drunk teenagers are desperately making out. 

She quickly pulls him into the - thankfully - empty room. 

Not understanding where she’s coming from - except for the fact of her catching his lie - Chris smirks. “I thought that Friday nights were reserved for making out only. .” 

“DON’T YOU FUCKING DARE, CHRISTOFFER!” Eva yells, shoving him. “You lied to me! You fucking lied, you asshole!” 

Chris looks at her shocked. Tears brim her eyes and he feels something churn him. 

Suddenly, Chris understands that feeling as concern. He doesn’t want her crying over him. Especially him. But girls have cried before him . . Iben cried when they broke up but he didn’t approach her. 

What is it that Eva Mohn has of him? 

“You told me you were going to hang out with your friends,” Eva accuses, her voice much softer now. Her voice trembled as her brain replayed what she’d seen. “I don’t need you, Christoffer.” 

And when she said that, it wasn’t one heart that broke . . it was two. 

They both feel as if a sudden weight had been dropped on their shoulders and there is a fierce ache spreading across their chest. 

“You should’ve just said it, alright. I don’t need you,” Eva says, poking a finger at his chest. “I don’t need you or your stupid lies. You played me.” 

And Chris opens his mouth to say something. But his throat feels dry and he hoarsely whispers, “Eva, I –” 

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Eva raises her voice a little. “You think you can play me and walk away? Guess what, you can’t! You can’t fucking lie to me and expect I won’t be mad at you!” 

“I lied to you for a reason, Eva Kviig Mohn, alrigh’!” 

“I don’t need your pathetic excuses right now, Schistad!” 

“Oh, really?” taunts Chris, grabbing her waist. He turns their bodies and slams her straight up against the wall, his hips digging into hers. “Didn’t you think there would be a reason for my lying?” His lips are now pressed softly against her jawline. 

“Don’t fuck with me, Chris,” Eva hotly whispers into his ear. 

“I needed to get away from you.” 

“By lying?” 

“The only way I wouldn’t directly hurt you.” 

Eva pushes him away for the third time. 

“You fucker! ‘Wouldn’t hurt me’! What? I fucking saw you with that girl and you thought that I wouldn’t directly be hurt?” 

“I lied for a good reason, okay!” 

Really? Oh, please, do tell me!” 

“Because being around you does things to me! Things I can’t handle! And staying away from you was helping!” 

Eva stops, her eyes wide. 

Chris has no idea what he said means. He has no idea that he just admited to liking her - implied, of course. 

And Eva tries to ignore the jumps in her heart. She tries to ignore the smile breaking onto her face. 

Chris is confused. . what did he say? 

But before he can have any realisations, Eva’s grabbed the back of his head and pulled him to her. She quickly angles her head and kisses him, trying to help relieve herself of the feeling building up in her heart. 

Chris doesn’t think much, on his part. He hoists her up and presses her against the wall. Groaning, he rocks his hips forward, eliciting a well-earned moan from Eva’s mouth. To satisfy himself even more, he repeats the action, earning the same response. 

With his hips holding her firm in place, his hands push her t-shirt up and he kisses her right above her heart. 

Eva takes her t-shirt off and throws it across the room, not caring. Getting back on her feet, she unbuckles his belt and unbottons his pants. She doesn’t have time to pull them down because Chris steps into the space between her legs and crafts a love bite onto her neck. 

“You and me, Eva,” Chris growls, leading her to the bed. 

Eva’s heart flips. And he isn’t giving her false hope. No, he’s actually saying something true. And she’s so grateful. 

Eva didn’t expect to be the girl to change Chris. She just wanted the countless amounts of good sex. But . . things change. 

Just as he sets her down, Eva chuckles, whispering, “Do you have any idea what you’ve just said?” 

anonymous asked:

I've noticed one thing about Taylor songs: Love story- "And my daddy said stay away from Juliet."; How You Get The Girl; You Belong With Me- "She wears short skirts/I wear t-shirt." In these songs, you have moments where you ask yourself "Wait is she singing about a girl?" But then she keeps on singing about a male. I never felt like this about other artists. Taylor has a way with words that will make you think she is singing about a boy, when she's not. She has been getting away with it. Genius

She’s literally a genius and I would really like to know her IQ 

anonymous asked:

ok so i just realized that during the revival hype lauren mentioned that she has to wear a costume for one of the final scenes and we were all like OMG WEDDING DRESSS but like that didn't happen and i know there were last minute budget cuts that changed everything but like we were so close and im bitter ok thx

We feel you, we honestly do! We complained about that fact a thousand times to each other, over and over again. We never get tired of picking on the things we didn’t like or we could have had. The whole fandom is probably with you on this. We wish we never knew about the dresses and the possibility to have the wedding of all weddings and not the cheap, yet beautiful elopement, where so many important people were missing. 

It’s OK to be bitter, there were a lot of hopes and expectations for the revival and the wedding, especially when they teased us like this. But let’s canalize all this bitterness and let us come up with what the real wedding would have looked like.

What we know for sure: (x) and (x)

The ceremony/reception will be on November 5 in the middle of the town. (Even though Lorelai mentions it will be on a Sunday, which would be November 6…)

Lorelai will wear more than one wedding dress. One will be inspired by Jackie O and other famous wedding styles. (To our mind comes Diana, right?) Miss Celine is the one making the dresses, but Lorelai will probably help her because Miss Celine is like a thousand years old.

Luke will wear that suit that he looks as hot as Rande Gerber. He will even wear the pocket square - Jess will make sure he does!

The decoration is inspired by Alice in Wonderland. You enter the location through a door with a huge key, walking through a tunnel of white clothes before you see the whole town square decorated with all these beautiful flowers, twinkle lights all over the place. Then there’s the tunnel with the heads,. A car works as a decoration, the Stars Hollow sign is serving as a cute little welcome sign and reminder of the wedding. The couches and stools next to the gazebo invite the guest to chill and talk. While at the richly decorated table the hot dogs can be eaten.

All of Stars Hollow will be present, even Caesar will be allowed to come. 

Emily will come all the way from Nantucket to the wedding, probably still not believing that Lorelai will actually get married, even though Lorelai had assured her. However, Lorelai had persuaded her, in the end, to invite her friends, after all, they were on the guest list.

Kiefer Sutherland might show up, we don’t know if he will make it. One thing is for sure it will be the biggest mystery of the wedding and a running gag.

Reverend Skinner will officiate the second ceremony as well.

Rory is the bridesmaid, and she will be excellent at it.

There will be two flash-mobs. Lorelai’s will be to “Relax don’t do it” with Patty’s girls, who wear t-shirts with Luke’s face on it. It will get crazy, cheesy, and Luke will want to leave the reception as soon as the song starts playing.

Luke’s flash mob will be a disaster with the song change Lorelai had ordered last minute. (Either Luke will get so flustered that he won’t know what do anymore, or he will suck it up and just go through with whatever choreography had worked so hard on. Either way, Lorelai will be super proud of him.)

Both the flash mobs will successfully entertain the guests and nothing else matters.

Sookie is in charge of the wedding cake. The milestone cake will be the official wedding cake, but maybe Sookie made a different one after all - you never know with her. They will get displayed on a table somewhere, maybe even in the gazebo. There will be a lot of leftover cake and Lorelai will eat it for weeks after.

Kirk is in charge of all the organizing of the wedding, and his skills in that department have improved a lot: An incident like the egg incident a decade ago won’t happen this time around, partly because there won’t be an easter-egg-hunt.

What we can assume (headcanon-time!):

Even though April never gets mentioned she’ll be there to see her father getting married. Finally, she will be able to cal Lorelai her step-mother and Rory her step-sister. It’s the beginning of the Gilmore-Danes-Nardini-fam, which we all grew to love so much. 

Lorelai won’t be able to hold back the tears when she realizes that her father can’t be there to witness her big day. There will a heartfelt exchange between Emily and Lorelai, which hopefully won’t be interrupted by any of the townies.

Either Emily and/or Rory will walk Lorelai down the aisle and will give her away to Luke. There won’t be any threatening words, but Emily’s look will tell Luke she will hunt him down if he ever dares to hurt her daughter.

Speeches will be held. Rory is giving probably the most heartfelt one, making everyone sob like a baby (like she did when she gave the speech at her high school graduation). Liz’s speech will be a wild one, filled with all these creepy, yet somehow adorable childhood memories. She loves her big brother dearly.

The dance floor gets probably entertained by Kirk as a DJ and/or Hep Alien will play live. There will be dancing all day and night long. Morey and Babette will be the last ones to leave the dance floor. Morey will moreover play some music himself because it’s a special occasion, he will melt Babette’s heart with that. However, Babette and Miss Patty have prepared some songs themselves to declare their love for their dream couple. 

Either there won’t be a father-daughter-dance at all, or Emily will dance with Lorelai. Luke will ask April to dance, and halfway through the song, he will ask Rory to dance with him. Rory is a little bit his and he steps up to all the step-father duties.

Lorelai and Luke will dance to “Reflecting Light” again. Liz and TJ will get emotional since it was their first dance as husband and wife too.

Jess acts as the best man for Luke, taking care of him and giving him the support he needs.

Paul-Anka and Petal will have some kind of role in the wedding, maybe bearing the rings, or ruining a nice or emotional moment. Paul-Anka will wear a big white bow on his back, and so does Petal. 

Doula would have the right age to act as a flower girl, so has Martha. Davey might be the ring bearer after all, or Lane’s twins. All the kids have some special role and will be involved in the wedding.

Babette and Miss Patty will sit in the first row at the ceremony, sobbing like little girls when Lorelai and Luke exchange their vows. They will hug them so tightly, that Luke thinks he might not be able to breathe ever again. And then he will get the shock of his life when Babette and Patty will finally pinch his butt. Lorelai will shrug her shoulders and smile at him.

Liz and TJ will entertain half the wedding party with their stories of the vegetable cult they were in for about half a year. But they will avoid any explanation for all the couches they have at the new home. (Maybe they are in a couch cult now?)

Luke knows Cousin Billy, he totally forgot about him and he is embarrassed to admit that to Lorelai. She will find out much later. 

It will scare the crap out of Luke when he sees Paris at his wedding. Lorelai was like a mother to her and therefore she could not miss the wedding.

Even though it is Luke’s wedding day, Taylor will find a reason to annoy him. It will probably have something to do with some rules and the town’s regulations.

Kirk will get tangled up in the white clothes and will need to be rescued from it.

Later, Kirk will get into a fight with Lulu because he doesn’t have enough time to dance with her. He has to make sure everything goes according to Lorelai’s plan and that leaves no time for dancing or some crazy times on the couch.

Michel will come to the wedding with his husband. It will be their last big event before their kid gets “delivered”. Frederic will drive everyone crazy with his special orders for the food, everything needs to be served on separate plates.

The 30-something-gang will work as waiters at the wedding, they don’t have anything else to do and they can put another waiter job on their résumé. The parents of the 30-something-gang will be forever grateful for that.

Crazy Carrie will forever be bitter that A) she isn’t invited to the party and B) Luke is off the market for good now. She will hold onto the rumor she made out with him under the bleachers though.

Mrs. Kim will ask Lorelai if her new choir can perform at the wedding, and since Lorelai still is a little scared of her she agrees on it, but she cringes the entire time the choir performs.

Moreover, Mrs. Kim will give her some useful antique as a present, telling her who that item has belonged to some time and why he or she was important to the country’s history.

Mr. Kim won’t be able to make it to the wedding because he will be off on a business trip again.

The guests will demand countless times of Lorelai and Luke to kiss by clinking their glasses. Lorelai enjoys that very much and is happy that Luke is for once comfortable with that kind of public display of affection.

There will be some of Patty’s founder’s day punch, and Emily will try it out and get a little tipsy. Miss Patty and she will bond over it and laugh just as much as at her bachelorette party all these years ago.

Emily will be just as smitten with Gypsy as she was when she first met her at the same party she bonded with Miss Patty. When she’s tipsy, she will confess to her that she reminds her of her maid Berta. Gypsy will think Emily is crazy because Emily won’t have a picture to prove it to her. In the end, Gypsy will be very thankful when Lorelai rescues her from Emily, telling her mother the cab she asked for had arrived.

Kirk will be the last one to be at the reception because as the organizer he’s also in charge of the clean-up.

Lorelai and Luke will spend their first night as husband and wife at home, having the house completely to themselves. Lorelai will want to discuss everything that has happened and Luke will actually have to talk her into sleeping with him.

You’re welcome to add all of your headcanons! The more the better - we can come up with all the subplots for the “shebang” AS-P intended to have.

anonymous asked:

Zig X MC

Zig x MC

Who is a night owl:
Both of them are. If they’re not out in bars and playing pool, they’re cuddled up in bed – her on a Kindle, he on a battered up Salinger book.

Who is a morning person:
Neither of them are. There’s hardly any breakfast cereal or bagels stored in their apartment. Breakfast is coffee. Coffee is life. At least that’s what they think.

Are they cuddlers:
They both are, but Zig is especially cuddly especially when he wants to go just a little bit more…

Who is the big spoon and who is the little spoon:
Zig is always the big spoon. It’s also his favorite way to start something up in the middle of the night. A little nip on her neck here, a little thrust of the hips there…

What is their favourite sleeping position:
Big spoon, little spoon. They fit best that way. His head buried in her hair, her head on his owled arm, his right hand holding hers, her back pressed against his chest.

Who steals all the blankets:
They both do. They’ve gotten into a fight over it and tried to resolve it by buying a bigger blanket. It still gets stolen. The tug of war continues.

What they wear to bed:
Zig has an endless supply of white V-necks, which extend to being partnered with a pair of checkered boxers. She goes to bed in a tank and leggings.

Who likes seeing the other wearing their t-shirt:
There’s nothing like seeing your girl wear nothing but your white T-shirt – a thought that occupies Zig’s mind at least once a day, even after having seen her in it only once. He should ask her more often.

Who falls asleep mid-conversation:
Neither. Once in spooning position, it’s understood that it’s time for sleep.

Who wakes up in the middle of the night with nightmares:
Neither, but the last time this happened it was Zig who woke up in a sweat. He had dreamt he had another outburst and she had left him. When he saw she was asleep right by his side, he took her in his arms and promised himself to finally go to those anger management classes she had been dropping hints about.

Who accidentally punched the other in their sleep:
This hasn’t happened to them so far.

Who can’t keep their hands to themselves:

Zig, hands down. (And up. And to the side. Up and under…)

Camp Qween (Trixya) - Matilda

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic. It’s a teenager/camp AU with lots of queens, but is definitely about Trixya. Let me know if you like it! I’m excited to write more! I also have a drag queen blog goodnightcourtney Thanks!

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