#actually.....

Worked only for a week.

Got something that might last longer?

Originally I want going to draw the replies but now I will,, but,,, well 

(I’m replying to the first anon that went in my inbox btw)

I got uh,,, some

AAaaaaa :’D

Let’s :))

Callum the 90s anime boy

another snippet from my slow going rory-goes-to-harvard-season-5 au thing :)) this was a bit silly and v fun to write....featuring rory experiencing the going-back-to-uni scary feelings!!! i think i've posted a bunch of snippets from this atcually so far so i might link them all here just to stick them all together :)) OKAY here it is (i am NOT SCARED at all gosh....)

Union Station New Haven stood a stark red brick monolith with big fat windows for eyes and people running out through them like so many tears. Rory and Luke and Lorelai watched it from the street, silent, appraising. Between them: one suitcase, one backpack and a Black White & Read tote bag. Inside sat the whole of Rory’s life, compressed and college-ified. She clutched the tote until her knuckles turned white. 

“Should we…go inside?” Lorelai said, still quiet against the roar of cars and people and trains and goodbyes and hellos. 

Luke said nothing. Rory let herself have one small, shaky exhale before snatching up her mom’s hand and replying: “Yeah. Yeah, let’s go in, god.” 

It was like entering the land of the suitcases. There were suitcases horizontal against the floor, snoozing with napping travellers across benches, and suitcases running alongside impatient young people like lap dogs and suitcases cradled in arms and suitcases standing alone and suitcases flying across the floor like angels broken free from heaven. Luke trailed Rory’s case along behind him. It made a little clinking sound and had patches sewn across the cover. She had pricked her fingers for it; she adored it. 

“Coffee!” Lorelai yelled, too loud in a too-loud place. “God, coffee, abort mission, we have to stop, hey Luke, hey hey Luke. Did you even hear me? I said –”

Luke sighed. “Yes, I heard you.” They paused. It felt wrong, like climbing on the baggage carousel in the airport and catching a ride. People zoomed past them anyway. “Okay, okay. We still have a bit. Let’s stop this crazy woman before she gets us kicked out…”

The coffee shop, a tiny wall-hole that appeared in almost every waiting room, train station, airport and transitory space ever, sold only paper cups of papery coffee and the sickliest blueberry muffins you’d ever had. They bought two of each and perched themselves on one of the great wooden benches that seemed to span miles. It was like being in mass prayer. Rory tilted her head up and the roof stretched up into oblivion. She wondered how she’d feel going back to the city. She wondered if her head would explode.

other snippets from this au: here + here

-Izana