Pumpkin or apple // cocoa or cider // halloween or thanksgiving // leaf piles or apple picking // hay ride or corn maze (never been on one or to a corn maze tbh) // woolly sweater or furry slippers // pumpkin carving or knitting // squash or sweet potato // black cat or bat // skeletons or witches // fake blood or fake spiders // mashed potatoes or stuffing // orange or black // apple pie or maple donuts // marshmallows or candy corn // vampire or werewolf // fireplace or cozy nook // spiced wine or craft beer // candied apples or s'mores // big scarf or oversize hoodie
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How do you think Rory and Jess are celebrating New Year's? Because they're together, right?! I like to think they are by now!
Iâd like to believe theyâre together, too! In fact, Iâd like to believe it so much that I wrote a thing about itâŠa oneshot, if you will. The damn thing just poured out of me yesterday. I donât know what happened, but there was no stopping it lol. Sorry not sorry.
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Happy New Year, my lovely friend! Hereâs some post-revival Literati for you to start off 2019 right. đ
xx Ashlee Bree
Like A Calendar, The Heart Skips Forward
With drunken crowds, ugly tinsel streamers which hang in windows, and snow thatâs beginning to stick to the city streets in inches as deterrents, they decide to spend the night in. At home.
The babyâs with her grandparents tonight, probably high on too much sugar and Dr. Seuss. Knowing Luke, heâs likely baby proofing everything again to be safe while Lorelaiâs using scary voices so her granddaughter never goes near the stove (but hey, neither did Rory, and sheâs turned out fine, hasnât she?), so she and Jess have plenty of time to themselves. Thatâs a rarity these days, especially with a toddler in the picture. Alone time seems possible only at ungodly hours in the morning anymore, or during nap time, or in stolen minutes between hectic work schedules. So theyâre grateful to Mom and Luke for the offer to babysit every now and again. And they love to do it, to spoil her little angel rotten with small town affection and attention. All the people of Stars Hollow love it, too.
As for Rory and Jess, they enjoy these adult-only nights. Itâs a time to revel in intellect, in intimacy.
They love to tune into the timbre of the otherâs conversation and fade into each new day talking, listening. Itâs exhilarating to them to share new ideas. To uncover deeper feelings in their relationship, but also for them to reach further into the world to figure out what more they can do. Experience. Be.
Parties hold no charms for them this evening. Neither do bars or over-priced concert tickets. Invites from friends go unanswered because they forget to read their messages. Theyâre more than content to spend the night far away from the end-of-the-year bombast, anyway, with nothing but each other and the hum of this ratty old radiator for company.
They live in an old building so itâs no oneâs fault when a malfunction occurs, as one often does.
Luckily, the heat works fine thanks to Jess and his patient tinkering. (Rory never says it out loud, but she swears heâs inherited this from Luke.) Countless hours he spends bent over tools with a concentrative crease in his forehead because their super, Mel, is a slovenly middle-aged coot who binges too much Netflix and refuses to answer knocks on his door from any of his tenants past 9 P.M. Mel likes to blame this incompetence on narcolepsy, but truthfully, itâs because the couch has molded to his prone body by that point, the television playing episode after episode of Frasier or The West Wing, so why trouble himself to move? Better yet, why not put his ringer on silent and ignore all the incoming calls he receives?
(Spoiler alert: he does.)
Encountering one of the Seven Deadly Sins in an actual person still seems a little ridiculous to Rory, borderline unlikely here; especially in a city teeming full of worker bees who supposedly never sleep, but theyâve managed well enough with the radiator on their own. And by well, she means sheâs prone to kicking the darn thing any time it roars like itâs a beast straight out of Kevin McCallisterâs nightmares in Home Alone.
Itâs cozy and comfortable in the apartment tonight, however. Just the way they like it.
That means Roryâs in her favorite pair of slippers, big cumbersome things with floppy ears and shaggy puppy faces curiously similar to Paul Ankaâs. Her hairâs loose, fallen past her shoulders, and her arms are stuffed into an oversized Cashmere sweater. Meanwhile, her boyfriendâs walking around barefoot, half-naked in a pair of boxer briefs and a green v-neck tee, his jeans in a ball near the door, seemingly impervious to the December weather.
Is he secretly a werewolf or something, she wonders? An alien? Or just some weirdo who sweats when itâs only sixteen degrees outside, a furnace for girls like her who huddle closer for warmth and never utter a word of complaint?
Music plays low in the background. Itâs a playlist curated on one of their phones. Songs from Bjork, the Clash, the Distillers, so many other new and old bands - their favorites - add to the ambiance of this eclectic space they call home.
A half-edited manuscript perches on the edge of the coffee table. Its pages are blotted with black ink and arrowed notes that spill wide into the margins because Jess had spent the morning editing his latest draft, unsatisfied because his characters arenât where he wants them to be yet. Books litter the kitchen counter. They sit scattered across the floor in organized piles near shelves that are already overflowing, some still stuffed in paper bags because theyâd pilfered a thrift shop earlier and now can find nowhere to store the bulky bastards. (Typical for a pair of bookworms who will never have enough reading material between them.)
Appointment reminders and cute little post-it notes stick to the refrigerator in an array of colors. Most are in Roryâs hand, flourished in cursive or silliness, except for the few Jess added by famous authors or musicians because the words moved him; or because he thought theyâd start her day with a pretty thought. A smile. A laugh thatâd brighten the blue of her eyes.
The living areaâs a messy snapshot of their family life with its stench of stale coffee, cologne, and baby lotion. Thereâs a jacket thrown over the arm of a plush designer sofa and way too many half-empty boxes of Pop Tarts fighting for space in the cupboard with jars of smooth peanut butter and pureed carrots. A laundry basket holds many of the little oneâs toys: choo-choo trains, baby dolls, a Batmobile, three sets of ABC blocks, a Wonder Woman figurine, and a stuffed robot aptly named Bee-Doo.
The remote control is always lost somewhere unknown. They might as well attach a key finder around its middle. Or perhaps they should rip up the floorboards instead - a lĂĄ the Tell-Tale Heart - because it never takes less than twenty minutes to find the stupid gadget. Either itâs buried under cushions, kicked under miles of folded clothing or prose, or itâs stuffed beneath pillows with spare kernels of popcorn and pens attached to the buttons. Worse than all of that, though, is how the lost-and-found treasure hunt never seems to diminish their scrolling-for-something-to-watch minutes at all. Not in the slightest!
Later, they order takeout from five of their favorite places. Itâs too much food for two people to consume in one meal, but who cares? Itâs never stopped her or her mother before, so why start now?
Thereâs pizza, burgers, Thai, Chinese, and one heaping order from that Indian place sheâd found around the corner about a month after theyâd moved to Brooklyn. It has the most delicious, pungent food so naturally that leaves Jess scrunching his nose and Rory twinkling appreciatively because heâs caved to her doe-eyed pout for once, her belly and heart happy for getting their way.
âSee here, mister: victory is mine! I knew you loved me too much to deny me. Admit it,â she says before pecking him sweetly on the cheek.
âYeah, yeah,â he says after he pays for the delivery and dumps the bags on the table. âWhatever you say.â He remains noncommittal, but the truth shines in his eyes. âJust donât complain about the cold when I open all the windows. Itâll take weeks to air out the stink in hereâweeks. Probably three.â
âTwo.â
âThree,â he fires back.
âTwo.â
âOkay, twoâŠmaybe.â He brushes hair from her face and lets his fingers linger, then smiles her favorite crooked smile. âIf weâre damn lucky, anyway.â
After dinner, they eat cheesecake with a bottle of wine. Ice cream with cones is Jessâs dessert preference usually, but theyâre out, so they settle for booze and a tasty variation on dairy to help them compile their to-read lists for 2019. Heâs on the left side of the sofa, her on the right. Call it a private, serious exercise. Extra points docked for peeking or flirting.
Such a silly idea it is, really, this hoarding then exchanging of lists. Yet itâs a fun way to pass the hours before midnight. Even more fun when they discover the selections that align, and those that donât, sending them into a tizzyâd discussion about literature and writers the other still needs to know. Pretty soon, another list follows full of recommended titles Jess thinks she should read in the New Year, and vice versa.
Lane had called them a cute agoraphobic couple once, many years ago, if Rory remembers correctly. And by golly, what a label! If only she were here to see them right now, tangled in warmth and limbs and solitude.
She beams at the memory because thatâs what she and Jess were back then. Itâs what they still are. Itâs who they want to be this New Yearâs Eve, and the nextâŠand the nextâŠand for every one after for as long as they can live them like this: in love, happy, and together. Theyâd live this way forever, if only wishes like this could be granted.
âWhat I wouldnât give for a Fairy Godmother right now,â she blurts out without thinking, all wrapped up in blankets and curled tight into his chest. âTo have a dash of Disney magic or two in my possession would be supercalifragilistic.â
âWhy? You donât need saving.â
âThatâs true.â
âSo is it Prince Charming youâre after?â Jess asks with a quirk of the eyebrow.
Frowning, âWhat kind of girl do you take me for? Iâm a feminist.â
âYou want to freeze the world like Elsa then, huh? Is that it?â
âNo.â Tracing his lips with her forefinger, Rory pauses. Reconsiders. âWell, I meanâŠonly if I got to spend all of that time skating across it with you.â
âYou mean falling,â Jess mutters.
âRude! Read my lips: skating.â
He shrugs then. Itâs followed by a smirk. âImpossible things are happening every dayâŠor so it goes.â
Giggling, she shoves him, then covers her mouth with her hands.
âWow, I canât believe youâre quoting Whitney Houston from Roger and Hammersteinâs Cinderella. Who are you?â
âLike you havenât seen it. Give me a break.â
âMany times,â she says, âbut thatâs not the point. The point is youâve given a Gilmore ammunition to mock you for the rest of your life. Hasnât Luke warned you about this? Weâre unapologetic mockers, Mom and I.â
âJeez, youâre mean,â Jess says with a shake of his head and an affectionate pinch to her side. âI should start calling you Grory.â
âHey, no fair! Iâm no Grinch. No Grendel, either.â
âPre-coffee, thatâs arguable.â
âI demand a re-write,â she says, crossing her arms, determined for her pout to win out for a second time.
âNo way,â he replies. âThatâs too much work, Green One.â
âFine. As long as you realize youâre stuck with me regardless.â
âAm I?â
âArenât you?â Rory asks like a question that dangles then deflates. Her voice catches with uncertainty. The soundâs worse than the squeal a lobster makes in a boiling pot as she shifts onto her ankles on the sofa to pin him with a wide-eyed look, her heart pounding, mouth drier than Death Valley in the middle of a drought. Color rushes to her cheeks because Jess remains silent before herâŠbecause he reaches for the tattered copy of Persuasion thatâs perched near his feet so he can underline one of Captain Wentworthâs most famous passages in black ink. I can listen no longer in silence, it reads. You pierce my soul. She knows the quote well. She knows it by heart.
However, itâs not until Jess scribbles down his own line onto the page with some rogue pen heâs found teetering on a shoe with no mate, his hand trembling, the apple in his throat bobbing like itâs been pinched by some invisible force he never saw coming; and it isnât until he places the book in her lap so she can read what he wrote, that joyful disbelief betrays her. That her tears start flowing and flowing. They cover her face in red-eyed tenderness and devotion.
One look back at him, and she knows he feels the same. The love between them so real and so right, it fills the calendar with fulfillment they no longer wish to live without.
Marry me?
Two words, and the jerkâs a poet. Two words, and itâs only him she sees. Two words, one question, and Roryâs faced with an answer that takes no energy to give at all.
Iâd be honored to be the Anne to your Wentworth, she writes back with shaky fingers and a grin so big she can barely see. So yes! Yes! A million times yes!
Wine switches to scotch sooner rather than later after that. Then talking turns to kissing, kissing moves to roving touches without either one of them noticing.
Both hands of the clock reach nearer and nearer to twelve as Rory pauses the movie they werenât actually watching with a yawn, her sapphire diamond sparkling in the T.Vâs muted light. Then she stands to refill their glasses one final time before 2018 ends, slippers scratching against the carpet. Jess wraps his arms around her waist while she pours. He smells of booze and sex and home.
Eyes closed and body rocking, he places a kiss against her arm, her shoulder, her neck, her mouth. He leaves a promise there that tastes of all that awaits them and more.
Together, they watch the snowflakes fall and drift to the fire escape outside their window, a moment of quiet before they pack the rest of the leftovers away so they can head to bed with this year lapsed behind them like another chapter closing. The page turns, and before they know it, December endings become January beginnings. The calendarâs blank and in wait for prose that has yet to be written, both of them looking forward to another 365 days full of learning, laughter, commitment, and so many more family firsts along the way.
list 10 different female faves from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people
tagged by @hiraeth-doux. Thank you! :DÂ
Lois Lane (Smallville)
Brooke Davis (One Tree Hill)
Rory Gilmore (Gilmore Girls)
Peggy Carter (MCU)
Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice)
Rachel Zane (Suits)
Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)
Joan Watson (Elementary)
Diana Prince/Wonder Woman (DCEU)
Jo March (Little Women)
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Rules: List your top ten favourite women from the different fandoms and tag ten different people.
1. Lois Lane (Smallville)
2. Joan Watson (Elementary)
3. Peggy Carter (MCU)
4. Lorelai Gilmore (Gilmore Girls)
5. Elizabeth Bennet (Pride and Prejudice)
6. Brooke Davis (One Tree Hill)
7. Rachel Zane (Suits)
8. Monica Geller (Friends)
9. Hermione Granger (Harry Potter)
10. Diana Prince (DCEU)
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Haha I know you do! Iâm currently sitting here with favorite separate tabs open trying to figure out which one to finish. And instead of--you know, CHOOSING--Iâm staring.
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Regarding the prom - I had three school dances and each time I went with no date, because I didn't know any boys. People said they admired my confidence. Maybe they were just saying it to seem kind but I'm happy I went that way, rather than feel that I had to stay home because there was no guy. And I think it helped me feel confident about going to other events alone in future! It's really not the big deal people make it out to be. Just some of my thoughts to add to yours!
I think itâs awesome you went to those school dances by yourself because people truly do make too big a deal out of them and make it seem like you âneed to have a dateâ to attend when, in fact, you donât. Tbh, sometimes spending time with yourself and/or your friends can be loads more fun than going to a social event like that with a date. (I love going on solitary adventures as Iâve grown older. Itâs tranquil, uninterrupted ME time. Itâs such a great way to push myself out of my comfort zone and connect with new people, new places, new experiences--I encourage everyone I know to try it.) I also know so many people who went to prom with someone âjust to goâ only to end up having a miserable time, wishing they wouldâve stayed home. I have no qualms about my lack of attendance. High school was a rather tormenting time in my life, so I feel like I ended up avoiding more unnecessary pain and pettiness by not going lol
There wasnât a rule at my school which prohibited people from attending dances alone or anything either, but it wasnât customary. It was more or less implied that if you didnât have a date you shouldnât go to them. They made such a fuss out of the Date Thing for prom by having a grand march for all the couples, so I think it scared off a lot of people who wouldnât have minded to go alone.
