#the unabridged dean >.< ]]

[castielsparkle]

authentic unabridged jackles dean vessel life experience simulator

[cadaverofdaze]

"How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into."

"A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love."

"I add my own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them from the fire, and sought them when they were lost"

The Unabridged Journal of Sylvia Plath / The Other Side - Dean Cornwell / Face - Brockhampton / Henry David Thoreau / How Do I Make You Love Me? - Abel Tesfaye / Lovers in the Small Boat - Maximilian Pirnir / Birth - Madison Karrh / Dark Red - Steve Lacy / Love Me More - Mitski / Cupid, Armor (detail shot) - Johann Liss

[paulgadzikowski]

In my mother's classic fic The Thousandth Man (the unabridged version of Ni Var from the paperback collection New Voyages), Spock is split into human and Vulcan Spocks. There's a scene with the human Spock feels a need for human companionship, and he seeks out Scott. (I'm pretty sure I remember that this scene was cut from Ni Var which had to be edited for length.) He specifically cites Scott's support during the action of The Galileo Seven when Spock is in command of a lost landing party and everything he does seems to go wrong.

Not that there's never any conflict between them in screen continuity, but Scott is always respectful to Spock in a way that McCoy and even, sometimes, Kirk aren't. (This is why Alan Dean Foster was wrong in the Star Trek Logs series of adaptations of the animated episodes when he wrote Scott calling Spock "pointy-ears", and why he was wrong when he was called out for this at a con panel and tried to defend it ["crew blow off steam sometimes"].)

Even when Kirk gets short with Spock on the bird-of-prey's engineering deck in The Voyage Home, Scott is the one who stands up for/with Spock and says to him, "Look who needs a chill pill."

Scott is Spock's misfit champion.

Okay, no, actually, I’m having more feelings about Trek that I need to articulate

I actually really love the thing that was fairly common in TNG/VOY/DS9 era Trek (I’m not saying that it didn’t/doesn’t happen in other Trek, but I haven’t rewatched the other series as much and wasn’t watching it when I was a kid) where you’d have a misfit character, and most of the other characters would be like “hmm, don’t like them”, but one character would be like “what the fuck are you talking about? they’re a person and they deserve to not have you judging them without getting to know them, stop being a prick”

And idk, I think it’s just hitting me because I keep seeing media, especially aimed at kids, try to teach this lesson, but it will have the protagonist spend the majority of an episode being a dick to someone, and then by the end just have a moment where they go “oh, I guess I was being a dick” - often because the misfit character breaks down from their abuse or does something exceptional to prove that the others were wrong about them - and then all is forgiven, and it just really rubs me the wrong way

Like, a lot of the characters I’m talking about are autistic coded (and for a lot of them, by “coded”, I mean the creators have said that that was the intention) and I find the latter really uncomfortable to watch, even as an adult, whereas these episodes of Trek were a real refuge for me as an autistic kid

Like, bring back Picard telling people to shut the fuck up and stop making fun of Reg, you’re Starfleet officers, not bullies on the playground! Bring back Guinan hearing everyone talking shit about Ensign Ro and being like “actually, I’m gonna be friends with her”! Bring back Kes seeing the way everyone treats the Doctor and being like “Ummm, I’m sorry, I thought Starfleet was better than this”!

Idk, I just didn’t realise how much I missed those episodes until I started watching that era of Trek again

[estrangedaframian]

@jackofalltrades1937 // cont’d [ x ]

“Oh. I’m sorry, baby. I don’t know what got into me. I wanted to spice things up, but I should’ve thought of somethin’ better,” he sighed, “Maybe we can do something else if age-play is out.”

“Nah, it’s nothin’ to be sorry about-” Dean gave a light laugh in fondness, putting an arm around his man and kissing the top of his head.

“Yeah,” he said agreeably, “I’m willin’ to experiment, if you wanna experiment.” Now he’d cosied Jack’s head under his chin, his eyes stoic and squinted like a reptilian resting on a sun-soaked stone. “I’m thinking we should just be ourselves... No costumes, no roleplay... I’m jonesing for the love of my life, not some damn fetish... I’ve wanted to say somethin’ for a while now but I was so afraid we wouldn’t do ‘it’ all if I didn’t jus’ go with it... That’s not to say I ever faked my O’, ‘cause I sure as hell didn’t, but I miss doin’ it without so many gimmicks... I know I’m unfounded, and I’m sorry I didn’t talk to you sooner, but- Well, I started thinkin’ maybe you were sick a’ plain ol’ me, or just sick a’ me altogether... But it turns out I was sick a’ me.”

Dean’s whole body trembled from emotion and he inadvertently dropped Jack’s head, leaned forwards vulnerably, and clutched onto his own knees. Gasps came audibly and a regular source of tears began to flow in intermittence.

“I was good with who I was... It only took me forty fuckin’ years, but I was, finally, good... Chuck took that all away in a day, Jack. He took people away that day, too. Our people. Jack Kline did not deserve any of those things I put on him... It was my unchecked rage that triggered all of this, Jack! If I hadn’t gone to the graveyard to kill the boy, then Chuck’s plans would’ve continued right on track... And Cas, man... I dunno what to make of him anymore. I know he’s really done his utmost to try an’ break the halo-shaped mold, but I can’t help lookin’ at ‘im and seein’ nothin’ by ‘GOD’ written allover...”

Large, bone-weary gestures.

“Hell, he was closer to that rat-bastard than any of us and he still he’s fool enough to believe it all means something... and that damn stupid Precious Moments stubbornness he has... It almost makes me hate I ever loved him for it, you know?”

[gilmoregirlsrevival2016]

Gilmore Girls reference #291

Season 1 Episode 12: Double Date

Rory is reading “The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath.” Sylvia Plath was a writer who most famously wrote “The Bell Jar,” Plath was clinically depressed for most of her adult life, sadly she committed suicide in 1963 at the age of 30.

[minaslittleone]

Masterlist

Wilhemina Venable

Fission & Fusion: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Moments of Flux: masterlist

Wilhemina Venable X Cordelia Goode

The Ballad of Eos and Selene

Unabridged and Overwhelmed

With Golden String

With an Asterisk

Document This Light

Grow As We Go

All Along

How Rare and Beautiful

Pictures In My Mind

Wilhemina Venable X Cordelia Goode X Billie Dean Howard

Before We Turn to Stone

Once Around the Sun

Wilhemina Venable X Cordelia Goode X Reader

Make Peace With the Stars

Headcannons

The Sarahs as Plant Mums

The Sarahs in IKEA

The Four Boss Women of the Anti-Apocalypse

The Sarah's at the Mall

Tag Games

Masterlist

❤️

[supernova-cas]

An  Excerpt From the Unabridged Winchester Gospels

you know, the secret good spn?

there are two things i know for certain. one that bert and ernie are gay, and two that you are not gonna die a virgin cas. not on my watch

okay going feral over this line again lemme provide a timeline from Cas’s perspective

the michael sword Dean asks if he's ever been with a woman. Castiel tries to figure out how to explain he's not into that but before he can Dean takes his reluctance for confession.

Dean says I will not let you die a virgin. Castiel thinks is he really offering? Can I actually fuck the Michael Sword?

but then instead Dean drags him to a den of iniquity and Castiel escapes only after trying to comfort the woman who was trying to undress him

it's a terrifying experience but it's fine it's actually great because he gets out and Dean is smiling. He's laughing. And Castiel is not quite sure why but Dean is happy and that makes him happy too

They get back to that house place. There are still plenty of hours until sunrise.

For us, the screen goes dark. But Castiel is still thinking. it's not really fair, he knows angels shouldn't fuck the michael sword but anna got to!

and so he gets back and says you said you wouldn't make me die a virgin. And Dean says, sorry buddy I don't see any women around here do you? And Castiel says no I do not. And Dean starts getting fidgety and says so what are you thinking Cas?

Dean gets more fidgety. His voice drops. He says something along the lines of you know, I'm not into, I don't do that, Cas

Castiel says something along the lines of Dean Winchester I raised you from hell. I travelled down there to the pits of perdition and saw into your very essence. Past what Alastair made you do, past the self hatred and filth you clothed yourself in. I reached out and took hold of you. I rebuilt you from the atoms up. I saw into your true soul. And it is bi as fuck in there holy shit it shines pink purple and blue did you know that?

and he says, you may judge yourself, you may lie to yourself but please. I still haven't totally got the lying part down I can't really pretend I don't know this And Dean is silent for a long moment

maybe too long

Castiel gets scared

Fuck he scared off Dean, he's going to leave, they're never going to catch Rafael and he won't get to fuck the Michael sword after all

Dean gets closer to him and Castiel wonders if Dean hits him will he pretend it hurts? So Dean doesn't get angrier?

Dean gets closer

Castiel braces his vessel and self

Dean kisses him

And then Castiel gets to fuck the Michael Sword thank yew

[septiembrre]

Good Girls Finale

Tagged by @inyoursheets. Thanks for tagging me, querida!

I've been trying very much not to think about the finale at all. I guess I've cycled back into the denial stage of grief? I'm trying very hard not to look at any meta posts or speculation posts because I just don't want to get my hopes up.

My main singular hope is a beautifully lit Beth+Rio kiss that I can stare at for all of time.

The Unabridged Wishlist:

A Brio Kiss ❤️

Rio punches Nick

Beth and Rio to be in a good or good-ish place and I think by that I mean some degree of softness or undercurrent of romance, and I also mean is some degree of resolve from Beth in cementing her crime partnership with Rio

Ruby and Annie and Beth are together and strong in their friendship

In general, some more great moments between the three leads

If Annie goes to jail or if something awful happens to her, I would really like that to be resolved by the end. This one feels like too big of a wish!

If Annie goes to jail, I hope Rio is not directly involved. Let Nick do it and continue to be the narc that he is

Mick (his presence)

Rio to have a moment of substantive agency (it's a wishlist!!!)

For Ruby and Stan to not end in a place of total conflict

Dean to go away, finally

Do Not Want:

No gun violence aimed at any of the major characters, please

I don't want the Death separation to take up that much time. I'm very hopeful for it but I hope it's a relatively small, quiet scene. I'm not looking for something that is combative and big (if this were an unconstrained wishlist, I would wish that Beth and Rio would actually have the huge knockout fight I've dreamed about since Season 3)

No body humor jokes

Hm, I'm not sure who hasn't done this yet but just in case @dragonturtle @sothischickshe @fairhairedkings

[qvietlight]

brooklyn nine-nine (2015) dir. dean holland // leave me alone (i’m lonely) - pink // the day before - lisa schroeder // sense8 (2015) dir. lilly and lana wachowski // the unabridged journals of sylvia plath - sylvia plath // orange is the new black (2014) dir. constantine makris // bad reputation - joan jett // bridges - unknown // midnight sky - miley cyrus

[mittensmorgul]

Your ending to SPN!! Terrific! Hired!!

Thank you!

I’d love for Sam and Rowena to become the Keepers of the Lore. Sam could become his Best MoL Self with her help, understanding magic and his own powers and what that makes him. Not to mention her knowledge of witchcraft and history, and the shows history of the MoL having spent so long attempting to destroy witches, I love the irony of her and Sam working together for a new generation of Lore Keepers that’s INCLUSIVE of witches and witchcraft AND WOMEN IN GENERAL. And Hunters in general, since they were another group historically denigrated by the MoL.

I’d love for them together to collaborate on The Unabridged and Annotated Edition of the Winchester Gospels, the TRUE story of everything that happened in their lives, from THEIR pov (and probably without the full-frontal scenes of Dean... then again, Rowena might insist on full transparency *wink wink* and make Sam keep those scenes in).

And Dean and Cas, out on the road when they choose to, enjoying having a home when they’re not out doing their thing, enjoying the true FREEDOM of it all, after making peace with the fact that this is truly their choice and who they are as people, and that no matter what options were available to them, like Zachariah proved to Dean in 4.17, Dean will always find his way back to hunting, like Dean proved to US in 12.11 that even without his memories he’d be DELIGHTED by their lives fighting monsters and being best friends with an angel... I mean... this isn’t a new thing in the story, and I think it’s the only way Dean can truly be happy.

So yeah, that’s my ideal of happy endings all around. I assume there will be pain and loss and bad things happening throughout the season, but this is the particular ending I’m most holding out hope for anyway.

*adjusts clown wig because I think I look great with the blue hair*

[biblioncollection]

Mounted police life in Canada : a record of thirty-one years' service (1916) | Richard Burton Deane | Memoirs | Audiobook full unabridged | English | 6/6 Content of the video and Sections beginning time (clickable) - Chapters of the audiobook: please see First comments under this video. Learn more about the famous and respected Royal Canadian Mounted Police. This book is the personal recollections of one ‘Mountie'; his life, experiences and trials as an officer in a new frontier – The Canadian Northwest. (Summary by Esther) This is a Librivox recording. If you want to volunteer please visit https://librivox.org/ by Priceless Audiobooks

[webcricket]

Looking Glass

Chapter 21 - Eisodos

Pairing: CastielXAU!Reader

Word Count: 2105

Summary: Written erotica content warning! The reader comforts Cas who is brooding after killing his AU alter ego. They finally get some much needed and uninterrupted alone time at the resistance encampment.

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If Cas hears you coming, heels tramping the graveled-earth of Bobby Singer’s salvage yard as you traverse a path through bits and bobs of decaying metal, shattered glass, and the overgrown vegetation arising to swallow the remains of humanity’s vehicular ingenuity whole, the brooding stillness of his figure sat upon the rust-eaten frame of a vintage VW bug doesn’t betray acknowledgement of your approach. Sam said you’d probably find the angel out here, and here he is, eschewing social interaction in favor of isolation; or rather, seraphim segregation. Not that you blame him – half the people at the encampment think the only good angel is a dead angel, and the other half don’t trust him as far as they can throw him, which given the muscular build of his vessel and angelically weighted advantage, isn’t very far at all. The thing about people is, they tend to talk; and angels, well they can’t help but hear hushed murmurs in deafening detail.

From the vantage point of a dozen or so yards away where you slow to circumnavigate what looks like a hunk of an armored tank, Cas appears engaged in rapt observation of the vine-swathed backend of a white delivery van parked opposite shedding flecks of paint like snow on the surrounding soil; moving nearer in night’s shroud of dark, borders of blackness illumined faintly by flame flickering from barrels for warmth for those patrolling the perimeter, you see the intensity of his concentration bends not outward, but inward – inwardly sulking, you surmise.

“Hey, Cas.” Your breath fogs in greeting.

“Y/N.” The stern set of his jaw softens to form a slender smile around the utterance of your name; the respite sparked by your presence spreads to pink his pale expression and relax the stiffness of his shoulders into a rounded slump. His regard reels sidelong to settle on you; the grey already veiling his typically lustrous blues dims his gaze further in squinting distress at the sight of the five-fingered bruised imprint left by his doppelgänger deeply purpling your throat and imbuing your voice with a hoarse timbre.

Sensing his surge of remorse over the mark he didn’t create, you flip up the flimsy denim of your jacket collar to conceal it. Leaning against the hood beside him, palms flattening over the peeling paint to support your slouching frame, you avoid the imploring heat of his look. He offered earlier to heal the superficial, admittedly sore, reminder of the other Castiel; you refused, counseling him to save his grace for more important matters – after all, you aren’t home safe … yet.

In the distance, the stalled engine of the school bus Dean and Bobby are attempting to resuscitate explosively sputters and dies. Dean bellows a bitter note, quickly outdone by Bobby’s gruff rejoinder. The acrid odor of burnt oil wefts through the atmosphere, singeing the nostrils. They still have a couple of hours to get the boxy behemoth running. Faith – buoyancy of wellbeing unfamiliar to you from long disuse – that everything will be fine cushions any anxiety you might have about getting out of here; you attribute the mind quieting comfort mostly to the seraph who saved you in more than just the literal sense.

Cas’ continual steady stare, the silence encumbered with his desire to mend despite your protest, and the brisk bite of pre-dawn air coalesce as a spine-tingling shiver to prickle the tiny hairs at your nape. You want to return the favor of faith, save him too, even if it’s merely from himself. “Sam said you were out here avoiding everyone,” you remark to break the ice.

“Not everyone,” he corrects. Without looking, he shifts his hand, seeking and covering your own where it rests on the domed hood next to his leg.

At the tender touch, natural and totally unhesitating on his part, he earns a half-grin tossed backward in his direction gratifying enough to mollify his fretting, for the moment, over your minor wound.

“How’s it going?” you ask, wriggling your hand to fit and flex your fingers snugly between his.

“It’s quiet,” he states, wrongly inferring you’re asking about his self-assigned post as sentinel when you really want to know how he’s doing. “No sign of angels out there. Well, except Gabriel and Lucifer and Ja-”

“I meant” –you pivot, slotting your hips between his splayed knees. Reaching up to tuck a wayward curl overlying his temple neatly back into the hairline, two more dark-brown locks rebel to take its place– “how are you? What you did back there – I can’t imagine what that feels like, smiting yourself.”

Conflict contorts his countenance. Somberly glazed eyes tumble downward to the tangle of your hands. He pulls the bundle of digits into his lap where a thumb extricates itself from entwinement to swipe circles over your knuckles as he stalls to answer.

“I didn’t mean to pry,” you stammer, suddenly self-conscious about the accuracy of your supposition; laying a palm to his cheek, meekly smiling, you offer him an easy out of the awkward inquiry. He said it before – killing Castiel cleanly saved him from a worse fate for sparing you. Maybe it is that simple – a soldier’s mercy with no lingering regret. Maybe you misread the moping.

“No, it’s okay. You’re not prying.” His head shakes, unshaven chin scratching at your skin. “It’s just-,” he sighs, searching for the right words to describe the emotion swelling in his heart. Lifting your held hand to his lips, he presses a light kiss to the delicate digits. “It’s different to have someone care enough to ask me how I’m feeling. You asking, it’s … nice.”

The damp gathering on his lashes attests to how meaningful the cognizance of being the one cared for is to him. Not that he believes the Winchesters don’t care about him, but so long as the brothers have each other, neither of them is falling on their sword in sacrifice for the seraph self-sworn to stoically watch over them. Besides, Sam and Dean’s modus operandi relies on masking emotions and telling themselves and each other heavily tailored truths about how to feel as a sort of shield for coping with the bad day after day.

Killing Castiel was a mercy, for the reason he told you – the angel would have faced Naomi’s wrath, been forced to torture soul after soul until the day humanity ceased to exist, and then be left to endure unending eternity ostracized from his kin as an outsider, belonging nowhere and to no one, burdened by everything he’d done and lost. What he hid was the fact killing him was a mercy for Cas, too; a profound relief, because that version of himself – heart all but carved out of its celestial core with nothing except the fragile link Castiel witnessed and felt drawn to in your memory left to mitigate the capacity for cruelty – absolutely terrified him. His mouth motions to speak, to share with you the unabridged truth – no sound escapes except a smothered sob.

“C’mere.” Jerking at the lapels of his coat, encouraging him to slide to his feet and stand, you fold him to your chest.

The intimacy is the solace he needs. He nuzzles the sensitive stretch below your ear; scenting the dried sweat of day salting your skin, the sweetly exotic essence of you, a grateful growl of contentment hums in his throat for your existence. Winding his arms firmly behind your back, a climbing caress follows up the ridge of your spine to clutch you tighter. Anchored fully in the security of fondness found in your embrace, he tries once again to summon the words – they emerge, a secreted whisper upon your ear.

“Seeing what he was capable of, knowing his thoughts, so similar to mine – to look into that mirror and perceive what I would have become if not for Sam and Dean’s friendship, if I’d never learned what it feels like to … to-” he falters, confidence wavering in affront to the significance of what he’s about to confess and what it will change between you. Surely after everything you’ve been through together, you know; and yet doubt forever dogs his conviction, viciously barks qualms, and nips at his heels for each step he dares take in pursuit of personal fulfillment.

Kneading the nervous knots coiling at his shoulders, you incline backward to examine his features in earnest. “To what, Cas?”

The candor contained in your countenance, the collected pinpricks of light sparkling as a universe in the swirling color of your irises and burgeoning black of pupils, the sanctuary he perceives therein, a desire to lose himself in you unlike anything he has ever experienced before, overcomes all doubt. “To” –fingers braced at your nape, tips splaying to tenderly cradle your head, he leans in to impart the answer directly upon your lips– “love.”

Breathing in the single syllable sentiment, you surrender to the pliant mold of his mouth and insistent exploration of tongue. The hot honeyed taste of him flows thickly over teeth, tongue, and down your throat where arousal roots and blossoms; fronds of passionate fire unfurl from your heart, torrid tendrils traverse flesh and limb. Body pleasantly ablaze, overwhelmed outside-in by the seraph, your mind dizzies itself in a swoon.

Releasing you from the all-encompassing kiss, he bolsters your swaying body and rests his forehead to yours while you gasp to regain breath.

You blink several times to compel your blurred vision to refocus on his besotted blues. “L-love? Are you saying-?”

He nods, nosing your cheek and smiling against your questioningly parted lips before you can finish the question.

“Mmm-me too,” you mumble into the kiss, chirruping in surprise when he swiftly scoops you by the waist to spin you round, pinning your body between his quickening vessel and the hood. The bumper below you squeaks, breaks free, and bounces into the dirt in inanimate comment to his vigor.

Lavishing kisses along your jaw, his lips latch to your neck where it lolls to expose the unsullied side for him to savor. Easing you onto your back, his fingers dip beneath the hem of your shirt, delightfully ticklish in their calloused fumbling and tearing buttons from flannel in impatience. His thumb tarries at the strap and padded barrier of your bra; tracing the laced edging to the center of your torso to unlatch the hook, he moves his ministrations – molten kisses melting downward – to the newly bared breasts. Nipples pertly bud in the humid breeze of his breath, gentle brush of fingertips, and rough twirl of his tongue.

Teasing your fingers through his hair, legs wrapping his hips to draw him nearer in a bid for friction, a needful moan of his name mingles misty into the cool of night.

He stops to peer up at you, blue eyes blown to oblivion when they meet your fevered gaze.

“Cas,” you say his name again, giving a tug at a fistful of his hair. “Angel, need you … now.” You need him before the interruption of a rainstorm, a Winchester, a witch, a road trip, or a rift can interfere. Maybe you have hours, maybe only minutes, however much time you have before the next intrusion upon your intimacy, you don’t intend to squander it wondering or waiting. Groping a hand between your bodies, you grasp and yank at his belt buckle just in case what you need from him isn’t clear.

“Now,” he echoes your demand aloud in a husked rasp – understanding eradicates all but the slimmest rim of sapphire sparkle from his eyes. Understanding hastily shoves pants and boxers down around his muscular thighs as you wriggle out of your jeans and pull him back to your body using his tie for leverage.

“Now,” you whisper the word across his lips, gazes locked as he reaches down to stroke the thick curve of his cock, positioning and sinking into your slick.

Bliss flutters your lashes. Balance bending backward, you brace your elbows on the hood.

Broad hands cup your bare buttocks to guide you closer, your sultry skin sticky as it slides across the metal hood until he buries himself fully into your silken heat and drops his chin to your clavicle with a low worshipful growl. Tilting your pelvis to adjust to the divine burn of deep penetration, you tighten your walls in a pulse of encouragement. His hips piston and slam forward – the now no longer needs saying.

Half-dressed, urgently coupling beneath a starless apocalyptically hued sky, survivors, human and angel from different worlds, it’s certainly not the love you imagined – it’s so much better.

Next: Ch. 22 - The Devil Made Me Do It

[muppetchristmascarol]

I sorta combined both of these, I hope you like them!

Dedicated to my buddy @floral-and-fine for being my cheerleader in this monster boys business 🖤

This is a modern au, Doctor Snoke is the Dean of the sciences department at First Order university, he created Matt in his lab and decided he could do better, and let Matt free knowing that the creature was too ashamed of his own existence to ever tell anyone who had made him.

His second life was nothing like he expected.

Not that he remembered much from his first life, aside form what his creator had told him. And Doctor Snoke wasn’t exactly the type for long chats about where matt’s various parts had come from.

He mostly spent days inside, avoiding direct sunlight so he wouldn’t have to face up to the fact that he looked less than alive

You work in the First Order university library, and you graciously offered to take the overnight shift during exams season, which is how you meet Matt

He stumbled in one December night trying to get out of the cold, and the wind

You were manning the front desk. Not so much manning as occasionally glancing up from your essay to make sure no one needed anything.

When he came in you looked up as the door banged open in the wind, frowning a little at the sudden noise and then softening when you saw him, a shivering boy wrapped up in a coat much too thin for this weather, with a mop of curly blonde hair sticking out from the hood

“Can I help you?”

He shook his head nervously, he still wasn’t used to speaking and your lovely eyes on him seemed to rob him of all ability of speech.

He was still shivering as he settled into one of the many tables with a book, nonfiction, The Unabridged History of Urban Legends.

One thing about the brain Doctor Snoke has picked out for him, even if it wasn’t the best talker and sometimes not a great mover either, was that it was fast. Blindingly fast sometimes, his mind took in details so quickly and he never seemed to forget anything.

Of course I can remember everything he thought I have all this room. My memory’s not clogged up with.. with a life.

Before he had time to make himself sad (a new thing entirely, that he was still grappling with) you came past with an armload of books and paused at his table

“Are you done with this?” You asked, resting your hand on The Unabridged History of Urban Legends, as he had already moved on to European Folklore Through The Ages.

“I— yes, quite finished. Thank you.”

You gave him a surprised, curious expression upon hearing him speak. His voice wasn’t quite accented but his manner of speaking was intensely formal and nearly made him sound like he was from another time.

“You know, if you’re into real life ghosts and monsters or whatever-“ his eyes flashed nervously at the word monster, he hated it and the sudden change his expression made you pause, “uh, there’s a few good documentaries around I could show you”

“I would be most obliged of you” he said, body betraying him by nearly jumping out of the chair he was in, sending you back a step and almost toppling over. A strong arm lashed out and caught you, managing to keep both you and your stack of books upright, “my apologies” heat rose in his cheeks

“No worries, I’ve gotta reshelve these though and I’m only on for a few more minutes, I work the same shift tomorrow though, if you’re free again?”

Matt nodded vigorously and your smile made his heart squeeze in his chest, and not the way it usually did for being slightly the wrong size.

After you had walked away Matt rushed to one of the computers and clumsily typed into the search bar

Elevated heart rate, extreme bouts of happiness, general warm and fuzzy feeling the results came up and he sighed, then noted that excessive sighing was also a symptom.

Diagnosis: in love

[gilmoregirlsrevival2016]

Season 1 Gilmore Girls References (Breakdown)

Yay! All the season 1 references have been posted. Before I start posting season 2, I wanted to post this little breakdown for your enjoyment :) It starts with some statistics and then below the cut is a list of all the specific references.

Overall amount of references in season 1: 605

Top 10 Most Common References: NSYNC (5), Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory (5), Taylor Hanson (6), Leo Tolstoy (7), Lucky Spencer (7), Marcel Proust (7), PJ Harvey (7), The Bangles (8), The Donna Reed Show (8), William Shakespeare (10)

Which episodes had the most references: #1 is That Damn Donna Reed with 55 references. #2 is Christopher Returns with 44 references 

What characters made the most references (Only including characters/actors who were in the opening credits): Lorelai had the most with 237 references, Rory had second most with 118, and Lane had third most with 48.

First reference of the season: Jack Kerouac referenced by Lorelai 

Final reference of the season: Adolf Eichmann referenced by Michel 

  Movies/TV Shows/Episodes/Characters, Commercials, Cartoons/Cartoon Characters, Plays, Documentaries:

9 1/2 Weeks, Alex Stone, Alfalfa, An Affair To Remember, A Streetcar Named Desire, Attack Of The Fifty Foot Woman, Avon Commercials, Bambi, Beethoven, Boogie Nights, Cabaret, Casablanca, Charlie's Angels, Charlie Brown cartoons, Christine, Cinderella, Citizen Kane, Daisy Duke, Damien Thorn, Dawson Leery, Donna Stone, Double Indemnity, Double Mint Commercials, Ethel Mertz, Everest, Felix Unger, Fiddler On The Roof, Footloose, Freaky Friday, Fred Mertz, Gaslight, General Hospital, G.I. Jane, Gone With The Wind, Grease, Hamlet, Heathers, Hee Haw, House On Haunted Hill, Ice Castles, I Love Lucy, Iron Chef, Ishtar, Jeff Stone, Joanie Loves Chachi, John Shaft, Lady And The Tramp, Life With Judy Garland: Me And My Shadows, Love Story, Lucky Spencer, Lucy Raises Chickens, Lucy Ricardo, Lucy Van Pelt, Macbeth,  Magnolia, Mary Stone, Mask, Midnight Express, Misery, Norman Bates, Officer Krupke, Oompa Loompas, Old Yeller, Oscar Madison, Out Of Africa, Patton, Pepe Le Pew, Peyton Place, Pink Ladies, Pinky Tuscadero, Ponyboy, Psycho, Queen Of Outer Space, Rapunzel, Richard III, Ricky Ricardo, Rocky Dennis, Romeo And Juliet, Rosemary's Baby, Sandy Olsson, Saved By The Bell, Saving Private Ryan, Schindler's List, Schroeder, Sesame Street, Seven Brides For Seven Brothers, Sex And The City, Sixteen Candles, Sleeping Beauty, Star Trek, Stanley Kowalski, Stella Kowalski, Stretch Cunningham, The Champ, The Comedy Of Errors, The Crucible, The Donna Reed Show, The Duke's Of Hazzard, The Fly, The Great Santini, The Little Match Girl, The Matrix, The Miracle Worker, The Oprah Winfrey Show, The Outsiders, The Shining, The Sixth Sense, The View, The Waltons, The Way We Were, The Scarecrow, This Old House, V.I.P., Valley Of The Dolls, Vulcans, Wild Kingdom, Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory, Wheel Of Fortune, Who's Afraid Of Virginia Woolf, Working Girl, Yogi Bear, You're A Good Man Charlie Brown

Bands, Songs, CDs:

98 Degrees, Air Supply, Apple Venus Volume 2, Backstreet Boys, Bee Gees, Black Sabbath, Blue Man Group, Blur, Bon Jovi, Boston, Bush, Duran Duran, Everlong, Foo Fighters, Fugazi, Grandaddy, Hanson, I'm Too Sexy, Joy Division, Jumpin' Jack Flash, Kraftwerk, Like A Virgin, Livin La Vida Loca, Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds, Man I Feel Like A Woman, Metallica, Money Money, My Ding-A-Ling, NSYNC, On The Good Ship Lollipop, Pink Moon, Queen, Rancid, Sergeant Pepper, Shake Your Bon Bon, Siouxsie And The Banshees, Sister Sledge, Smoke On The Water, Steely Dan, Suppertime, Tambourine Man, The B-52s, The Bangles, The Beatles, The Best Of Blondie, The Cranberries, The Cure, The Offspring, The Sugarplastic, The Wallflowers, The Velvet Underground, Walk Like An Egyptian, XTC, Ya Got Trouble, Young Marble Giants

Books/Book Characters, Comic Books/Comic Book Characters, Comic Strips: 

A Mencken Chrestomathy, A Tale Of Two Cities, Anna Karenina, Belle Watling, Boo Radley, Carrie, David Copperfield, Dick Tracy, Dopey (One of the seven dwarfs) Goofus And Gallant, Great Expectations, Grinch, Hannibal Lecter, Hansel And Gretel, Harry Potter (book as well as character referenced), Huckleberry Finn, Little Dorrit, Madame Bovary, Moby Dick, Mommie Dearest, Moose Mason, Nancy Drew, Out Of Africa, Pinocchio, Swann's Way, The Amityville Horror, The Art Of Fiction, The Bell Jar, The Grapes Of Wrath, The Hunchback Of Notre Dame, The Lost Weekend, The Metamorphosis, The Portable Dorothy Parker, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath, The Witch Tree Symbol, There's A Certain Slant Of Light, Tuesdays With Morrie, War And Peace, Wonder Woman

Public Figures:

Adolf Eichmann, Alfred Hitchcock, Angelina Jolie, Anna Nicole Smith, Annie Oakley, Antonio Banderas, Arthur Miller, Artie Shaw, Barbara Hutton, Barbara Stanwyck, Barbra Streisand, Beck, Ben Jonson, Benito Mussolini, Billy Bob Thornton, Billy Crudup, Bob Barker, Brad Pitt, Britney Spears, Catherine The Great, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Charles I, Charles Dickens, Charles Manson, Charlie Parker, Charlotte Bronte, Charlton Heston, Charo, Cher, Cheryl Ladd, Chris Penn, Christiane Amanpour, Christopher Marlowe, Chuck Berry, Claudine Longet, Cleopatra, Cokie Roberts, Courtney Love, Dalai Lama, Damon Albarn, Dante Alighieri, David Mamet, Donna Reed, Edith Wharton, Edna O'Brien, Elizabeth Barrett Browning, Elizabeth Webber, Elle Macpherson, Elsa Klensch, Elvis, Emeril Lagasse, Emily Dickinson, Emily Post, Eminem, Emma Goldman, Errol Flynn, Fabio, Farrah Fawcett, Fawn Hall, Flo Jo, Francis Bacon, Frank Sinatra, Franz Kafka, Fred MacMurray, Friedrich Nietzsche, Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Gene Hackman, Gene Wilder, George Clooney, George Sand, George W. Bush, Harry Houdini, Harvey Fierstein, Henny Youngman, Henry David Thoreau, Henry James, Henry VIII, Herman Melville, Homer, Honore De Balzac, Howard Cosell, Hugh Grant, Hunter Thompson, Jack Kerouac, Jaclyn Smith, James Dean, Jane Austen, Jean-Paul Sartre, Jennifer Lopez, Jessica Tandy, Jim Carey, Jim Morrison, Jimmy Hoffa, Joan Of Arc, Joan Rivers, Jocelyn Wildenstein, Joel Grey, John Cage, John Gardner, John Muir, John Paul II, John Webster, Johnny Cash, Johnny Depp, Joseph Merrick AKA Elephant Man, Judy Blume, Judy Garland, Julian Lennon, Justin Timberlake, Karen Blixen AKA Isak Dinesen, Kate Jackson, Kathy Bates, Kevin Bacon, Kreskin, Lee Harvey Oswald, Leo Tolstoy, Leopold and Loeb, Lewis Carroll, Linda McCartney, Liz Phair, Liza Minnelli, Lou Reed, M Night Shyamalan, Macy Gray, Madonna, Marcel Marceau, Marcel Proust, Margot Kidder, Marie Antoinette, Marie Curie, Marilyn Monroe, Mark Twain, Mark Wahlberg, Marlin Perkins, Martha Stewart, Martha Washington, Martin Luther, Mary Kay Letourneau, Maurice Chevalier, Melissa Rivers, Meryl Streep, Michael Crichton, Michael Douglas, Michelle Pfeiffer, Miguel De Cervantes, Miss Manners, Mozart, Nancy Kerrigan, Nancy Walker, Nick Cave, Nick Drake, Nico, Oliver North, Oprah Winfrey, Oscar Levant, Pat Benatar, Paul McCartney, Peter III Of Russia, Peter Frampton, Philip Glass, PJ Harvey, Prince, Queen Elizabeth I, Regis, Richard Simmons, Rick James, Ricky Martin, Robert Duvall, Robert Redford, Robert Smith, Robin Leach, Rosie O'Donnell, Ru Paul, Ruth Gordon, Samuel Barber, Sarah Duchess Of York, Sean Lennon, Sean Penn, Shania Twain, Shelley Hack, Sigmund Freud, Squeaky Fromme, Stephen King, Steven Tyler, Susan Faludi, Susanna Hoffs, Tanya Roberts, Taylor Hanson, Theodore Kaczynski AKA The Unabomber, The Kennedy Family, Groucho, Harpo, Chico, Zeppo, and Gummo Marx AKA The Marx Brothers, Venus and Serena Williams (The reference was "The Williams Sisters"),Thelonious Monk, Tiger Woods, Tito Puente, Tom Waits, Tony Randall, Tonya Harding, Vaclav Havel, Vanna White, Vivien Leigh, Walt Whitman, William Shakespeare, William Shatner, Yoko Ono, Zsa Zsa Gabor

Misc:

Camelot, Chernobyl Disaster, Cone Of Silence, Hindenburg Disaster, Iran-Contra Affair, Paul Bunyan, The Menendez Murders, Tribbles, Vulcan Death Grip, Whoville, Winchester Mystery House

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The Vision by Dean Koontz (2016, Compact Disc, Unabridged edition)