we think our hearts break only from endings

sci-fi is important

Jess Gets A Name ~~Jess Is Two~~Luke Reaches Out ~~ Jess Meets Babette ~~ Jess Has Breakfast ~~ Jess Meets Taylor Doose ~~ Jess Meets Taylor Pt II ~~ Jess Meets Kirk~~Luke And Jess Hit The Town~ Jess Visits The Library ~~ Transitional Drabble ~~ Transitional Drabble #2 ~~ Transitional Drabble #3

I just think it's so interesting that people end up falling in love with their friends' boyfriends! I absolutely despise every single one of them. give me my fucking homie back you goddamn bastard

translation tags by @minothtime because they are so so good

Mal's Gilmore Girls rewatch: Lost and Found 2.15

Pastel on cardboard , 21,5 x 28,5 cm

This is exactly how I imagined him, except he's a little older in my story. The mop of brown hair with bangs, the little shoes. Argh! So cute! That one black and white picture of Baby Milo with a tragic late 70's bowl cut that's circulated around was just not going to work for me. Jess and Luke retreated back to the apartment, Luke weary from the day, Jess looking proud and resplendent wearing his story time crown and holding his dime store plastic scepter. "Don't whack anybody with that thing Jess. Unless it's Taylor and you're hobbling his kneecaps." Please say Liz called, please say Liz called. The odds are just not good. If she had called, someone would have gone out to find me. "Now Jess, when we go inside, you have to watch out for the smooch brigade." "The....what?" "It was nice knowing you kid." Babette, Miss Patty, Morey, and a few of their middle aged friends were playing some kind of card game in the living room and drinking screwdrivers. Babette had a beach bucket on her head. Where did she even get that? Once the ladies saw Jess, Miss Patty shouted "Smooch Brigade!" and they nearly tripped on themselves to ambush poor Jess with kisses, leaving lipstick marks all over his face. "You can't say I didn't warn you Jess. Hey Babette, hey Patty, hey Morey, hey...the rest of you...we're back. Please tell me Liz called." "I'm so sorry Sugar, the phone didn't ring while you were out. Where do you think she is?" Babette said without removing the bucket from her head, making this a darkly comical scene that truly could only come out of Stars Hollow. "I don't know Babette," Luke replied, trying to make his voice heard over the din of the party. He took a seat next to her on the couch. "She's run off a hundred times before. She's never done something like this. Abandoned her kid. I can't believe she'd do this to him. And to me. Maybe I should be grateful she left him with me and not alone in whatever seedy motel she's living in this week. I just can't keep stalling and lying to Jess about where his mom is. I don't have any answers." "Maybe give her a few more hours to call, then you can call the police?" "Which police? I don't even know what city she lives in on any given day. I'm afraid to grill Jess for answers. I don't think 2 year olds are super reliable sources of information. And I don't want to upset him." "I'm sure she'll show up tonight. In the mean time, just be there for Jess. He needs you." "You're right. I'm the only other family he has besides Liz," he sighed heavily. "No dad. No grandparents. No cousins. All he has is his mom and his uncle. One of us is going to have to raise this kid. And raise him right, or he'll end up in foster care. Or jail." Babette wrapped her arms around Luke in a comforting hug. "You need me Luke, any time of day or night you call me okay Sugar? Any time you need help with Jessy. When you're feeling overwhelmed. I'll come over." "You're a good neighbor Babette. For now maybe you could help disperse this party. Your friends are trying to teach my nephew to play poker. I think Go Fish is more his speed." "Alright, you heard Luke! Break it up!" Babette shouted. Did they really hear me? "We're a bad influence on little Jessy, with all our drinking and gamblin and cursing!" Not any worse than his own mother, I suppose. The group packed up their cards and near empty vodka bottles and dispersed. It was 3pm. Luke had managed to kill most of the day. "We made it Jess. We made it. We survived my first day of involuntarily parenthood. I didn't have to take you to the ER." Jess wasn't listening. He had found a box of used toys the town had donated for him and was rifling through his treasures, lipstick on his face and remnants of his shoplifted candy bar from earlier in the day on his hands and shirt. "Uncle Luke, I hope there is Ninja Turtles in this box. I want to find a Michelangelo." "I don't know who that is Jess, hope you find him."

I stopped posting ages ago, but they were the first thing I thought of when I heard this song, so I had to come back.

~photo credit: Christian Spencer~

Requested by @thefirst3chapters