when there’s a girl who finally likes you and you think she’s going to confess to you but you like another girl so before she gets the chance to tell you she likes you, you start telling her how there’s another girl who you like but then an older city boy appears and you assume it’s her boyfriend and that you completely misunderstood the situation
I still can’t believe I was Straight™ for like fourteen years, I look back on it and just ??? How??? Child, did you never see a girl? And nonbinary folks are like legit ethereal deities, how did you survive not knowing you were pansexual how
One thing I really appreciated about the set decor in the revival is that Lorelai’s house is much more masculine than it was in the original series. It’s clear that a dude lives there, a guy’s guy who is into flannel and fishing and yet is still willing to cook all the food. Even though the house was fixed up in season 6 to make room for Luke, it didn’t appear that it got any less girly. But in the revival, it’s changed a lot: there are earth tones everywhere, almost everything has been painted green, and a lot of the new lamps and decorations are still girly but not quite as girly as when it was just Lorelai and Rory. Not all of the changes are positive (don’t get me started on that couch) but it’s a nice balance between being completely feminine and the utter man cave that Luke lived in for so many years. Best of all, the oven in the kitchen is expanded and actually used and there are cooking and eating utensils lying around because finally somebody lives there who actually cooks. It was really nice to me to see that Luke has really made his home and his life there and while there will always be a place for Rory (and April) it’s not just Lorelai’s house, it’s their house and their committed life there, even long before the marriage.
Dean x Reader
Warnings: Cheesy pickup lines, one D-bomb.
Word count: Idk, not many.
“You really wanna know why they call me squirrel, Y/N?” Dean asks serious look on his beautiful face.
“ Umm, I guess. Yeah…” You say taking a sip from your beer.
“Cause I can bury my nuts in you” He chuckles.
“Oh. My. God, Dean, did you just-”
“Yeah, baby.” He interrupts. “You’ll be saying that later.”
You don’t know if it’ll better to ignore him from now on or punch him in the face.
“Come on, Y/N/N it was just a joke…No, but seriously, you know what I like in a girl?”
You know there’s a cheesy ass line coming up and your curiosity gets the best of you. “What?”
Rolling your eyes at your naivety you down your drink ready to leave.
“Y/N, let’s get things straight between us" You look at him again and just arch an eyebrow.
“Sit on my lap.” He smirks and you slam the empty bottle on the counter.
“Y/N!” Dean shout over the noise.
You ignore him and walk out of the slightly crowded bar.
“Come on!” He follows you outside.
“Why you leaving princess? Don’t be mad. Let me make it up to you.” He begs as he grabs your arm. “Look, what are you doing later? I mean, besides me.”
“I’m so outta here! You start walking away.
Don’t be like that, gorgeous!” He runs pass you and stops in front of you.
‘Look I really want you to stay… Im gonna make it up to you.” He snakes one arm around your waist and pulls you flush against his body.
I don’t thing Harry Potter generation is aware of the fact that we would be the next golden era at Hogwarts.
Young wizards and witches born between 1990-1999 would be the era that does not remember the Big War at details but still honors it because of the stories our parents have told us.
The Harry Potter Generation is exactly the generation that enters Hogwarts without battle scars and fears.
Think about it, some of us would maybe go to classes with young Teddy Lupin, one of us would even be his prefect and would have to get him out of trouble, because despite everything he is a son of Marauder and he would hate to stay in his bed late at night.
We would go to school at a time of the greatest and wisest headmaster Hogwarts ever had: Minerva McGonagall. The castle would be repaired, improved.
There will be new paintings on the walls portraying the Great Battle, new secret passages to discover, because the castle was under reconstriuction for a time before you came in and new professors, that could actually teach you potions without giving you attitude and we could even have decent Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher.
There would be remembering the old, sure, but there would be so much new to explore. House rivalry would tone down between Gryffindor and Slytherin, because there’s no Potter and Malfoy around for another ten years. I would be peacefull except occasional illegal dueling at the corridors and secret wizarding chess games at the 3rd floor.
But no more imminent danger. The school would again be just that. A school. Institute or learning and growing up.
I don’t think our generation apreciates it enough. We are the new hope for Wizarding world and if that doesn’t make you feel better about yourself I don’t know what does.