HEART — BREAK.

[christophernolan]

[lorelaikarlsson]

lorelai had decided to take aiden on a walk to get him to go to sleep. sure, it was two hours before his usual bed time but she really needed him to just settle down at least. pushing the stroller with her good arm, she thought the one and a half year old finally drifted to sleep. however, she was proved wrong when they crossed paths with an officer, close in her age, in uniform which got the young boy in the stroller to start calling, and eventually hysterically screaming for his dad, “da.. da.. dada..” the blonde felt her heart sink deep into her chest, as she reminded the child that it wasn’t his father, that his father wasn’t with them anymore. of course, the boy was far too young to understand. at this point, rory lost all of the remaining composure at the screaming child and scolded, “he isn’t coming back!” hot tears continued falling down her cheeks. her action causing the child throwing a fit to toss his bottle, directly hitting the person walking in front of them. “-i-i’m so sorry.” she mumbled to the person who was hit as she retrieved the bottle for the scene that was being caused and for them getting hit. placing the bottle inside the stroller before straining to remove aiden to comfort him, post her outburst, pain of her wounded shoulder causing more tears to fall out as she held the screaming boy close to her. 

[amarashq]

“i sprained one of my fingers yesterday–don’t ask me how, still trying to figure that out. long story short, i have to wear this splint for the next couple weeks and it’s so ugly but you know what? i’m gonna own it.”

[lorelaikarlsson]

“join the club.” lorelai joked, which came out more bitter than expected. she then gestured to the sling her arm was in and the boot on her foot. “i’m only kidding, but, that’s great that you can own it! my uh-- son,” why was it so strange to call him her son? she had no idea. he WAS her son. step son? soon to be but then not step-son? it was still just..too much for her to wrap her brain around. she raised him since he was a new born, he was definitely her son. “he decorated my boot. helped me own it just a little bit more.” she chuckled softly looking at the pixar sticker clad cast on her foot. 

[lorelaikarlsson]

imessage-- open

isaac: im so tired

isaac: my professors only let me off for a week so now i have to go back to classes

isaac: that is something i do NOT want to do

isaac: pls convince me i shouldnt drop out because i swear im about to

lorelai: hi. i'm afraid you have the wrong number. but, you shouldn't drop out. stick it out. take a nice nap. you got this! you will most likely regret dropping out.

[shabernathy]

– “THAT’S IT,” the door to the back room of wicked brew swings shut as he pushes his way through it, nimble fingers moving to untie the apron around his waist. he tosses it up onto the line of hooks behind the counter onto the hook labeled ‘shea,’ scrawled in his own chicken-scratch handwriting over a year ago when he’d first gotten the job. “i’m goin’ fuckin’ vegan.” he sighs as he splays his hands out over the counter. his shift is over, and he’s more irritated than usual. ( it’s the lack of substances in his system, but he’s trying to ignore it – he needs to go a full day without it, he tells himself. that’s how he’ll know if he has a problem. ) “—-m'tired of feeling like shit every time i eat.”

[lorelaikarlsson]

“ -- there’s a couple of great vegan places around, or at least there used to be. i don’t know if they’ve closed.” she offered to the stranger, maybe it would be helpful.  it had been a while since she had been back in halston, and the vegan restaurants weren’t exactly discussed on her every-other-day phone calls to her grandparents. “you have an allergy, or do you just feel bad about consuming and using animal products?” she pondered, placing her newly aquired tea in the cup holder of the stroller where the toddler was sleeping. it was the latter for the blonde, as she had been vegan for the past thirteen years. 

[royalblaiir]

       ❛  why does everyone keep fucking asking me how he’s doing ? ❜       he groaned as he walked into the coffee shop across the street from the hospital talking to no one in particular. he’d made it all the way to the lobby before turning back. fuck that guy. he wanted nothing to do with him and he’d made that clear over the last eighteen years. he’s not my brother.     

[lorelaikarlsson]

lorelai knew she had no place to give advice to the complete stranger, especially when her life was in the place it was at the moment. it’d be hypocritical. she turned from her place in line, tired eyes trying to be as inviting as could be. “y’sound like you’re going through something pretty tough... ‘m sorry.”  she spoke, treading carefully. “- if you don’t mind me asking, how are you doing?” it was a tactic she learned when handling the families of victims on duty. she found it was easier to help someone out with how they’re feeling on whatever was going on. again, she was pretty hypocritical. 

[lorelaikarlsson]

DEPRESSION TW, DEATH TW, GUN VIOLENCE TW BELOW READ MORE!

EMILY WICKERSHAM, THIRTY ONE, SHE/HEE —— hey, did i just see LORELAI “RORY” KARLSSON walking around the block? i hear they live in an HOUSE down the block and they’re a TOWNSPERSON who is a POLICE OFFICER until they move out. they always look like they’re hiding something…but they’re so DEDICATED sometimes i wonder how they can be INSECURE. they certainly can’t be hiding SHE IS STRUGGLING WITH DEPRESSION, can they?

lorelai was born in halston to a teen mother who didn’t want to have her. she was left in the custody of her grandparents who raised her. both of her grandparents were police officers, and since she was a little girl, she wanted to be just like them. so, that’s what she did!

she’s like,,, the ultimate sweetheart, unlike my other bitter pessimists she’s miss positivity, love and light only. she just wants to keep the world safe and protect everyone. jake paralta meets charles boyle. 

she went to college to study crminial justce at ucla where she met wyatt hollenbeck, and well, for her it was love at very first sight. which is a HUGE trend in rory’s life. she constantly fell for people and when she fell for people...well, she fell hard and fast. 

she thought she’d never love anyone as much as she’d love him, they got engaged but, it didn’t work out. and rory was crushed. she decided to just focus on her job and put love aside. she graduated from the police academy and moved from halston to LA perminantly to join the LAPD. 

her plan to put love aside crumbled when she met her partner, brett, and once again fell hard and fast. brett had a wife at the time, so, she settled for just ... being his partner... then his best friend. 

years later, brett’s wife passed away giving birth to her and brett’s child. while he was mourning, rory had swooped in to help him care for the child. then, what rory thought was impossible, one night brett had revealed that he had felt the same way that she had, and even though it wasn’t exactly healthy...the two started dating. eight months later, he proposed and she said yes.

engagement round 2 for rory!

TW: DEATH TW: GUN VIOLENCE fast forward five months, one week before their wedding, they were on a call. when they aproached the car, shots were fired, and both rory and brett got shot. rory got shot in the shoulder and brett got shot about ten times when he tried to save rory. 

they were both rushed to the hospital, on top of her gun shot wound, rory also obtained a severe break in her foot as the car sped away over her foot. she was in the hospital when she got the news that her fiancé had passed and his child was left in her custody. END TW. 

a broken foot, gun wound to the shoulder and custody of a one year old, rory headed back to halston to move back in with her grandparents. she feels bad that she’s bringing ANOTHER baby into their home, especially with how old they are now, but she doesn’t have anywhere else to go. 

DEPRESSION TW since she’s out of work on disability, raising her ex-fiancé’s son, timmy, and helping out her elderly grandparents while mourning brett’s death, she’s not exactly in the best place mentally. she’s been struggling with depression really badly, but will refuse to admit it. she;s mostly just trying to ignore it, hoping it’ll go away on it’s own. END TW.