#brokenboykings

ok you almost have me on this one (pie > most things) but what i hate about pie is when it’s a cream pie. disgusting. get them all away from me

but she is still cold, still quiet and curled into herself and watching, her voice carrying more weight to it now, less airy and bright and young in a time where her only concerns had been getting her paper done on time and whether or not she could afford to pick up another class. her eyes are half-lidded, shadowed, lack the wide-eyed brilliance she possessed, and he finds sparks of anger and resentment in moments where her exhaustion fades just enough. (but not at him, he thinks, never at him, he hopes.)

“i’m tired,” she tells him, curls her fingers into his again, their knuckles flush, and offers him that little smile she has been for awhile now, the one that doesn’t meet her eyes.

“i know,” he says, wonders if age shows, betrays how mutual their weariness is. she leans into him, rests her head on his shoulder, his chin against her crown. they sit on his bed, hand-in-hand, staring at the wall, at one another, and at nothing and everything in-between.

wait are you going to nolacon???? because ME TOO

ilu <33333

--but then, on the day of their wedding, Sam slips the priest $50 to open the ceremony with the "mawwage" speech and he knows she might legitimately murder him that night but the look on Jess' face in that moment is completely and utterly priceless and all told it really is a beautiful ceremony and she can't even be mad about her stupid dorky husband's stupid dorky pranks because now he's her husband and she's his wife and they're so happy together and everything is just perfect

let it be known that charlotte is cruel in one of the nicest ways like i love this and it makes me happy but i was expecting it to be sad as hell so now i am a grab bag of mixed feelings and have to lie down and cry for sixteen minutes and four seconds exactly