otp: chips are on me

Fixer Upper

I love Chip and JoAnna.  They are the cutest couple ever.  Chip is this giant, goofy Texas guy 

Originally posted by melgotserved

and JoAnna is a beautiful POC who has had four kids and still looks like a damn model.  

They are so in love with each other and are constantly complimenting each other and shooting sweet nothings at each other.  I mean, look at them

i love them so much.  fight me.

anonymous asked:

can we have some affectionate jaytim?

Have you seen the end of season one of Gilmore Girls where Max sends Lorelei a thousand daisies?

This is titled, “Gilmore Girls Lied to Me”.


Looking over the thousand (exactly one thousand) red tulips filling the apartment, Jason thinks to himself, this may have been too much. But he had gotten the idea from a tv show, and it had worked out pretty well there. And why wouldn’t it? This was romantic as hell. Right?

He looks back at Tim and thinks, it was too much. Gilmore Girls lied to me. He feels quite betrayed. Now where is he supposed to get wooing advice?

Tim is frozen just inside the doorway, staring at the flowers (red, because of Red Robin and red tulips mean ‘declaration of love’ in flower language. It took Jason a while to find just the right kind of flower) filling up every square inch of his home, in vases on tables and chairs and the floor. His face is doing something Jason hasn’t seen before and that is pretty unnerving. Jason had expected a different sort of reaction, smiling and laughing and maybe some kisses. Not… whatever this is.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Jason coughs and tries, “I uh. Also made dinner. Chimichangas.”

Finally, Tim blinks and says, “What the hell?”

“You don’t like chimichangas?”

“Jason, what the hell! What is this?”

Jason tries not to fidget too much, but it doesn’t matter anyway because Tim still has not torn his eyes away from the tulips. With a low voice, almost hoping Tim won’t hear him because this is not going well and Tim hates it and Jason was so stupid, damn it all, he says, “A declaration of love?”

That makes Tim’s eyebrows scrunch up and at last he looks at Jason. “What? Wait, so… are you not fucking with me?”

“Fucking wi- no!” Now Jason is confused, and a little hurt. Tim must see that because he relaxes slightly and takes a small step forward.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I thought- So this is… wow. Okay.”

“You thought this was like, a prank?”

“Well, yeah. I mean, there was that one time you filled up the Red Bird with water balloons and it took an hour for me to get them out because I had to be super careful so they wouldn’t pop.”

Oh. Jason had forgotten about that. He hides a fond smile at the memory, because that had been fucking hilarious. Tim glares a little, so maybe he didn’t completely hide it. "But this is different,“ he insists. “It’s flowers! It’s obviously a sweet gesture.”

“Yeah, but-” Tim clamps his mouth shut and looks away. “You’re right, this is sweet.”

“No, what was that? But what?”

“…The thing is, what am I supposed to do with all if these?” Tim waves his hand around, encompassing the thousand bright red tulips. “I can’t live like this. I can’t sit on my couch, or even walk over to the coat closet. And what about when they start shedding? I’ll have six thousand flower petals to sweep up.”

Jason lowers his eyes to the floor and shuffles his feet. “I didn’t think about that,” he says softly.

“It is sweet.” Tim’s voice is much closer now and Jason glances up to find him walking over, a small smile in place. It’s much better than the face he’d been sporting earlier. Now standing in front of Jason, Tim asks, "Just, why?“

“I was trying to, I don’t know. You’re so…” caring and loving and always doing random shit that makes his day, like finding that one song Jason had hummed, the one his mother used to sing and he’d forgotten the lyrics, or swinging by in the middle of patrol just to give him a quick kiss and remind him to stay safe. “I wanted…”

Tim is staring up at him, smiling wider now. “Okay,” is all he says, and he pulls on Jason’s shirt to tug him down and kiss him. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. But you’re the one cleaning it up.”


“So, chimichangas? Did I hear that right?“ 

Jason nods and Tim looks so fucking happy about the chimichangas, far happier than he was about the tulips, and Jason figures next time he wants to do something nice he’ll just get food. Maybe he’ll buy a thousand bags of potato chips.   

My walls were up, but you broke them down. You brought me home. You brought light to my life and chased away all the darkness. And I vow to you — I will never forget the distance between what I was and what I am. I owe more to you than I can ever say. How you can see the man behind the monster, I will never know.