lorelaicelia

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Ask my muse questions about their sex life

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bennettcommacordelia:

Boston was beautiful all the time, but there was a special kind of charm that this city had in the colder months. The history seemed to come alive as the temperature dropped and the snow began to fall. Cordelia had thought it a good idea to explore the city she would be calling home for the next two years. She had just finished her formal student theory paper, and was looking for some sort of escape from her apartment. Grabbing her phone, gloves and headphone, Delia set out to find some hidden gems in this magical place. She had explored streets, alleyways, and even some forests. 

By the time the sun had set, she had found some incredible little jewels–a cute bakery, a quaint bookshop and even a penny arcade. However, all that exploring had made Delia forget to keep track of where she was. With no mountains as her built in GPS, she was at a loss. Looking to her phone as a last resort, she realized her small cellular device was dead. Lost–and utterly alone–in a new city did not seem like an adventure Delia wanted to be on. 

“Fuck,” She replied, looking around for someone to ask directions. Shops were closing and she was getting more worried by the second. Ever the overreactor, she bit her lip, nervous that she might not make it home at all. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” she cursed under her breath. She took a seat, waiting to see if anyone might walk by. 

Lorelais walks always made her feel better. Long days in the hospital, followed by volunteer work and whatever else she had going on could often be exhausting, physically of course, but also mentally.  Fresh air always had a certain affect on her, waking her up, refreshing her brain.  She could also clear her mind, which was seemingly constantly running. 

Lorelai had decided that coffee was her best option, the warm beverage would not only warm her up, but put a little bit of boost in her step. There was a place nearby that was open kind of late and had a chill atmosphere that Lorelai always enjoyed. It was the swearing stranger that stopped her. Lorelai, the naive good Samaritan she was, stopped and offered them a smile. “Are you okay? Do you need some help?” she asked, a concerned look on her face.

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lucybcwers:

“I spent the entirety of my lunch break watching an awkward Tinder date go from bad to absolutely worse. The poor guy was so nervous and the girl had her nose in her phone. I’m pretty sure she was on the app, swiping. It was kind of like watching one of those Hallmark Christmas movies where you cringe, but you can’t look away. In retrospect, I kind of feel bad about it. I hope they both find the love they deserve.”

“My experience with tinder has never been good. Both as someone who has gone on a tinder date, and witnessed them.” Lorelai laughed softly. “One time, I was in a Costco, and I was eating pizza in the food court, as you do, and I was half listening to this couple behind me, and they were, legitimately on a tinder date. At Costco. Which I guess I can understand if you need to get your grocery shopping done but it just seems sort of, weird.”

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cassidyxmichealis:

The Cat and Shadow was particularly full this evening-the DJ was playing some very awesome music, drinks were pouring by the glasses, and almost everyone was on the dance floor, dancing the night away. All in all, it was a damn good night, and Cassidy was behind the bar, making everyone’s drinks without taking one break until now. “My dogs are barkin’, good lord,” she said over the music, resting her head on her arm. “Wanna have a drink? My treat…”

Lorelai and a small group of the other residents always went out during the week for drinks, and sometimes dancing to blow off some steam and to get a bit of respite. She had never been to The Cat and Shadow, but she was having a good time nonetheless. She had been dancing most of the night with her friend Olivia when she had decided to replenish her drink. She had taken a seat at the bar, needing to take a breather, and waiting for the bartender to pay attention to her when someone sat next to her. Lorelai laughed in agreement. “I know what you mean, I’ve not stopped dancing since we got here and my feet are going to hate me come morning” she agreed and then shrugged. “Sure, that sounds lovely.”

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neslyn-beinte:

There were a few hours left in her day before having to go to work. That was when the blonde figured it would be a good idea to take her dog, Poochini for a walk or so she thought. Neslyn had paused a moment as something in a display window caught her eye. It didn’t last long as the dog yanked forward on the leash causing the blonde to crash into other, legs getting tangled up in the process. As if it were a scene out of 101 Dalmations. “Shit–” Nes muttered, surely quick to apologize. “Sorry, sorry. I don’t know what got into him.” She busied herself by trying to free both their legs.

Lorelai always was a fan of walking rather than taking a cab, or, Uber and Lyft were the thinks now, right? She just found that walking, taking public transit, allowed her to see more of whatever city she was living in at the time. She had worked a rather long shift, and figured that despite the air being cold, that some fresh air would still be good for her, and hell, the chill in the air might help wake her up. What instead woke her up, was a collision that included a lot of barking and a few curses before Lorelai really allowed herself to focus on the present moment, and she couldn’t help but laugh. “No, no, it’s fine” Lorelai promised, leaning down to help the untangling, and then, pet the excited dog. “There are worse fates than being bombarded by such a beautiful little thing.”

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ninamurray:

“And you should. Focus on all the good you’re doing, helping people who can’t help themselves” Nina assured her softly, hoping at least a little bit of what she was trying to put across came through. Giving her hand the tightest of squeezes, the small brunette sank back into her seat. “It does. It sucks something terrible and I get that but we wouldn’t be in this profession of ours if we didn’t feel things, right?”.

“All of that though, is so much easier said than doen. Which of course, I  can probably chalk up to the fact that I haven’t dealt with as many deaths, and I  guess, eventually, I will get used to it.” and that pained Lorelai, a natural born empath, because  the idea of getting used to loosing someone was still crazy to her. Sure, she didn’t see as much death as say, a surgeon, but the inevitability of her job was that it would happen. “No, I know you’re right. It does suck but I loveit so much, I wouldn’t be doing it if I didn’t.”

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paige---brooks:

Paige laughed as they sat and tucked their legs underneath them before looking at Lorelai again. “Right? I feel like people need to be stopped. It’s an epidemic really. But enough about that, how are you? How’s work? I still can’t believe you spend most of your days looking at vaginas like wow…I’m jealous,” they teased and took a sip of their tea. “Also when’s your next piece coming out? I’m dying to read something good.”

“Anyone who over uses the comma gets a week long grammar lesson before they’re allowed back into society. Grammar bootcamp, if you will.” Lorelai laughed at the very idea of it.  Lorelai then considered the question, curling her knees up and shrugging her shoulders. “How am I? i think I’m well. I am super exhausted but it’s worth it, the work.” she laughed and rolled her eyes, playfully of course. “I do look at vaginas all day but I don’t know that it’s something to be jealous of, it’s the least sexy thing because it’s all technical. and my next article is probably going to be up around the holiday, if I’m lucky, bur enough about boring old me” she shook her head and pressed a hand lightly to Paige’s arm “How are you? What’s new?”

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“Fuck” Sentence Starters

Angry

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“Fuck this.”

“Get the fuck out of here.”

“Who the fuck are you?”

“Fuck that!”

“I fucking hate him/her/them/you.”

“Fuck. FUCK. FUUUUCK!”

“Shut the fuck up.“

“Get your fucking act together.”

“Keep your shitty nose out of my fucking business.”

“Leave me alone, or I’ll fuck you up.”

“Get your fucking hands off of me!”

“Stay the fuck away from me.”

“Who stole my fucking shit?!”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?”

“You wanna fucking go, punk?”

“Get the fuck over it.”

“Where the fuck have you been?”

“What the fuck do you want from me?”

Sad

“Fuck life.” 

“No, I’m not fucking over it.”

“Why the fuck did he/she/they have to go and die?”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do now?”

“Why did things have to go so fucking wrong?”

“I’m gonna eat fifty fucking cartons of ice cream and then pass out and die like a warrior.”

“Try to fucking stop me from leaving my room. It’s not gonna happen.”

“The love of my life just decided that I was worth fucking nothing.”

“I fucking miss him/her/them.”

“Who the fuck cares?”

“All of this fucking shit was for nothing.”

“I fucked up my own life.”

“I can’t believe I did this fucking shit all over again.”

Insults

“Fuck you!”

“I fucked your mom last night.” 

“You’re a fucking asshole.”

“You just think you’re fucking hilarious, don’t you?” 

“Who the fuck died and made you king/queen/ruler?” 

“Go to fucking hell, you piece of shit!”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Motherfucker!”

“Wow, that’s fucking small.”

“Get the fuck over yourself.”

Sexy

“Fuck me.”

“I don’t ‘make love’, I fuck.”

“I’d fuck you all night long.”

“You look like a fucking dog in heat.”

“You look so fucking hot right now.”

“Fuck–faster~”

“FUCK, I’m gonna come!”

“I’ll fuck you right here, right now.”

“Babe, fuck–not here.”

“You’re one cocky motherfucker. Let’s go back to my place.”

“I want to bend you over and fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“I want you to fuck me until I can’t walk.”

“F-fuck–please–~”

“I’d let you fuck me any day.”

“You better use a fucking condom.”

“Tell me what you want me to fucking do to you.”

“Do you want me to fuck you while everyone’s watching?”

“Fuck, it’s big.”

“Let’s make a fucking baby.”

Situations

“Give me a break. I’m in the fucking hospital.”

“How are YOU mad at ME when I’m the one who’s in FUCKING JAIL?”

“Help me set this fucking thing on fire.”

“I’m gonna need a fucking lawyer.”

“This is all YOUR fault, you dumb fuck.”

“It’s not MY fault we’re in fucking handcuffs.”

“Fuck, I’m so wasted.”

“What the fuck did we do last night?”

“Where the fuck am I?”

“Fuck. SHIT. There goes my car.”

“Wait–fuck. Isn’t that my house?”

“Fuck it. Might as well have fun, if we’re going to get caught.”

“Why the fuck do you have gasoline?”

“Where the fuck did that baby come from?!”

“It’s not a party until someone almost fucking dies.”

“FUCK, you scared the shit out of me!”

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Jessie Mueller singing She Used To Be Mine from Waitress, Original Broadway Cast Recording

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text: lorelai

Jer: Going through my pictures i found one of you at the party

Jer: 20171101_1458745.jpg

Jer: I was that bad that i don't remember that happening?

Lorelai: Not only do I hate you for saving this

Lorelai: But I hate that I don't remember this photo being taken?

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daphne-duval:

Eyes straining to keep them focused on her computer, she leaned back to stretch before rubbing the exhaustion from her eyes. “You know when you look at a word too long or write it too many times and it starts to look weird?” she said to the other. “Because I’m pretty sure the word live shouldn’t be as amusing to me right now as it is.”

“I know what you mean” Lorelai nodded in agreement. “When I’m studying for too long, sometimes the words don’t seem like they’re real words anymore. The word heart became so unreal to me after a very late night study session that I broke out into giggles in the middle of the library. It was...embarrassing.”

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immutablepursuit:

He looked on as the petite blonde that accepted his offer for a game tried her best to make a shot. A chuckle fell from his lips, both brows raising. “I mean if you consider only making one ball to be winning then sure.” They had been playing for a while and he was down to the eight ball to finish the game. “Want me to miss so you at least have a chance?” Without waiting for her answer, he tapped the cue ball with the end of his pool stick. It ricocheted off the side of the table and into the eight ball, thus sending it into the pocket. His eyes looked up from the table, focusing on her. “That’s game. Care to go for the bar for a drink?” With a beaming grin, he offered a shrug. “Unless, of course, you want to get beat again?”

Lorelai wanted to be annoyed at his offer to miss the ball so she could have a c chance at winning, but she was a lot of shots of alcohol in and she genuinely didn’t care about the game enough to get upset over it. So she watched him sink the last ball, and then, she shrugged her shoulders at his offer. “I mean, I wouldn’t want to embarrass myself again” came her sarcastic reply and a playful  roll of her eyes “But, I would be happy to let you buy me a drink, thanks” Lorelai smiled brightly, and made her way away from the pool table and book over to the bar. 

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👀 + biggest regret

“I think, being so focused on my career that I was not as focused on letting people in.”

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Send my muse “👀 + a question” and they’ll have to answer with 100% honesty.

No deleting questions, either!

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They called her naive for believing in the good in people. But she was just a loving soul, who thought that even monsters needed someone, who truly believed, they were angels once and they can be it again. And yes, maybe that was naive, but this world needed people like her.

Veronika Jensen  (via siikens)

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isaacwinston:

He chuckled and shook his head, instead watching the other as she settled into the seat across from himself rather than replying right away. “– Isaac,” he answer by way of introduction, offering up a smile. Tipping his head back and forth, as if weighing his options, Isaac gave into Rory’s offer. “I guess that if repaying me means that much to me, then I couldn’t say ‘no’ to a bagel. I get the feeling that your soul would sorta be overkill since all I’m giving you here is a seat and half a table.”

“Isaac” she repeated with a nod of her head, knowing she’d feel more comfortable sitting at this table with this random stranger if he wasn’t exactly a stranger, and names were a good start to that. “A bagel is a good choice, any special requests, type of bagel?” she asked, shifting for a moment to get up and grab it, and, likely grab herself a scone. “I mean, you’re kind of a life saver. Without this seat I’d have to go back to my apartment and work at my desk in a room with a small window, without fresh air and the smell of coffee and baked goods and the general coffee shop environment.”  she made a face. “I’m already pale, I need as much sunlight, as muted as it is by this weather, that I can get, and, like a little human interaction never hurt anyone.” she finally, took a breath and then titled her head. “Feel free to tell me to shut up, I have a habit of oversharing, over talking, over everything.”