#classistfascist

@ldcnes:   holly,  we’ve killed paul anka so many times,  and we’ve created the sweetest dynamic between our kids.  writing with you is always a delight and i’m so glad we still talk.  i adore you,  and your luke,  and liam,  and our kids,  and all the incredible memories you’ve been a part of.  all the angst,  all the fluff,  all the feelings.

@grcwingstrcng:   nic.  my wife.  you’re a true angel,  i’m not kidding.  i adored you,  and i’m so appreciative of someone who loves max and lorelai as much as i do.  they’re amazing,  and deserve love,  and the verses we’ve built for them are my favorite.  also the father/daughter things we’ve done with richard and lorelai have been delightful and i just???  love you.  thank you for being my friend,  and my wife,  and just one of the loves of my life.  i flipping tables love you.

@lovescoffee:   katie!!!  you’re wonderful.  i remember when criminal minds brought us together,  then gilmore girls solidified our friendship.  you’re genuinely one of my dearest friends and i’m so glad to know you and to be able to write with you.

@burnselfs:   jackie!!  you’ve also been around for so long,  and i appreciate it so much.  your writing is beautiful,  and your jess is *chef’s kiss*.  the fact that we know the truth abt jess and lorelai being such good friends is wonderful,  i love the verse we have with holly and katie where lorelai’s basically jess’ mom and i love you and i’m so glad to have you in my life.

“oh, no, that’s okay           anything i wear with my uniform actually just clips on,”           rory assured her grandmother brightly, indicating the little ribbon around her collar and not picking up on any other implications the offer might have had. “besides, i don’t really see much neckwear in my future once i graduate chilton, unless i need to bundle up with a scarf, or something.”

He’s in a group of Yale boys gathered around the pool table. More specifically, he is leaned over it, aiming the cue carefully. He is about to show Victor and all their friends that he is the superior pool player of the two, if he gets this shot right he can win, and hopefully shut his pompous friend up for a few days. Something catches his attention though and he looks up to see her enter. He gives the cue a half hearted push, barely touching the white ball, and passes the cue over to one of his very confused friends, frankly he’s not even sure who takes it as he mutters, “finish the game for me, I need to talk to that girl.” 

Determined steps lead him halfway to the bar, where the truly astonishing girl is already positioned, accompanied by another girl. Then he stops, questioning himself for a brief moment. He glances back at the boys who still look confused, but Victor offers him a thumb up. He inhales and moves on, closing the distance between him and the girl.