Feeling A Little Nostalgic Today

Let's do this till 2am

cmon girlies we’re picking out a 10k+ single chapter fic on ao3 to read stomach down head turned towards our phones held next to our pillows as we move only our thumbs to scroll until our sedatives knock us out

Just a platonic butt slap 🌹🔥

i love you fanfics with rabid intimacy. i love you long and intricate passages about lovers who love with such intensity they want to make a home in the bones of their beloved. i love you insatiable need to get impossibly closer. i love you winter love, cold and intense and all consuming. i love you inherent divinity of lovers who love with such ferocity they want to be the blood pumping in their beloveds veins.

There was no space left on the couch. It was Maura's couch, in Maura's house, and it was Sunday night and most of the Rizzolis were over - even Lydia and TJ - and most of the Martins were over as well, Cailin and Hope clustered around Angela, the three Rizzoli siblings on the couch, watching the game.

It was Maura's house, and there was nowhere for her to sit.

Years ago she'd have probably left, even though it was her house, not expecting anyone to notice, but Jane looked up and caught Maura's eye, brow furrowed, and Maura walked over and sat in Jane's lap.

Tommy and Frankie looked over for a moment, but there was a yell from the tv that had the Rizzoli siblings distracted immediately. Maura wondered if Jane had even noticed, but Jane's hand rested on her back to steady Maura when Jane leaned forward to grab her beer, pulled Maura closer whenever someone scored. Maura heard a slap, then a whine from Tommy.

"I wasn't gonna say nothin'," he complained, and Jane chuckled lowly.

When Maura looked up, Hope and Angela were staring at them they way they'd been staring at TJ all night - like they were witnessing something precious.

"done." I say through tears as I pick out yet another fanfic of the same people but this time they meet at a carnival.

"The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion." – Albert Camus

Nothing shuts down a bougie conversation like "well, when I was homeless—" Nothing. It's one and done. They are fucking taken out. The conversation is dead. Done.

Jane rubbing Maura's back soothingly and showing off her chess skills so she can impress Maura... and the way Maura looks at Jane afterwards... Rizzles is real <3

Okay, but season 1 episode 09 of Rizzoli & Isles?! The way Jane soothingly touches Maura's arm and how Maura reacts with this very specific look, this precious combination of surprise and wonder and tenderness for Jane?! The way they sit at home and Jane reassures Maura she doesn't have one single evil bone in her body and how they hold hands so intimately?! And then the lighter scene at the very end, when they join some plumbing business with Jane's father and brother behind the bar, how Maura reaches out her hand to touch Jane,and how Jane reciprocates that gesture and it just looks so very domestic and sweet and natural?! I am going FERAL I ship them so hard it blocks the Suez canal