I am currently writing a story that will be called Destiny Fulfilled for Gilmore Girls. I hope to write more in the future but right now this will be a multi chapter fic. I hope people R&R!

Here is Lorelai's new engagement ring:=

Favorite TV Shows- The best show ever- Gilmore Girls, Wizards of Waverly Place, What I Like About You,The Nanny, Golden Girls, Once Upon a Time, and more to be found in the future. Yeah, I'm a girly-girl, why do you ask? Recommendations will be accepted and appreciated.

Fave Books- Oh my God, this could potentially take forever. I bring books to go out with my friends. OK. That's how pathetic I am. It is impossible to find a favorite book but I am currently reading Prophecy of the Sisters and have just finished Catching Fire from the Hunger Games series. Who else wants to see that movie in March?Anyway, again recommendations will be accepted and appreciated.

Shippers- One word- Literati, all the way. Jess is the most sweet but not mushy, smart but not snobby like Logan-sorry Rogan fans, you better go to another author-, funny but in a sarcastic way. Lorelai wise, I usually read JavaJunkie but I don't mind Lorelai and Chris. I will write JavaJunkie however so consider yourself prepared and warned!

borne back ceaselessly into the past

I chose this hotel because it has author themed rooms, though which author you end up with is a matter of luck. To my delight we end up in the Fitzgerald room. There’s even a worn paperback of The Great Gatsby on the table by the bed, sitting next to a green-glass lamp.

I say something about the green light and he just stares at me.

“What are you talking about?” he asks after the pause has gone on too long.

“Gatsby,” I say, holding up the book.

“Isn’t that one of those boring books they try to force you to read in high school?” he asks. It’s more dismissal than question, he’s already turned his attention to the rest of the room.

“Boats against the current,” I murmur to myself as he tries to figure out the buttons on the television.

It is in this moment that I realize we’re not going to last.