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wonger? i hardly know her!

#thats it thats the post #bahahaha!#ill see myself out #gachiakuta #jabber #jabber wonger #caff originals

#bahahaha!#these people are parodies of themselves #techbro/mba brainworms

bops you on the head gently with a feather duster

< Second feather duster acquired part 2!! Mwahaha!

#fee ask #self insert #feather duster ×2 #I'm a step closer to conquer the feather duster industry #and then #THE WOOORLD!!!#BAHAHAHA!

Hey guys, GUYS, I just had the greatest idea. It all started with the gifset by @literatigifs of Jess in AYITL, when I remarked that he looked like he belonged on the cover of a Harlequin romance novel (with the muscles and the scruff and the flowy hair... You know what I mean), because it's TRUE... But THEN...

Imagine THIS: that scene where Rory grabs the front of Jess's jacket because she's excited about her "first three chapters," EXCEPT reimagined in the style of a cheesy bodice-ripper from the 90s. Think about it. Firstly, Jess's jacket would have to go. I don't care if it's November in Connecticut, nothing but that tight, olive-green t-shirt for you, sir. His feet are planted wide, hair flowing in the breeze, and he's carrying his duffle bag with one sinewy hand while strongly grasping Rory's waist with the other. His upper body's twisted to the side a bit to give a fuller view of that muscular torso, because we're going for style not sense, here! Supporting a different heavy object with each arm is making his muscles strain in a very picturesque sort of way, of course. Now, Rory's loose-fitting sweater in this scene was obviously intended more for comfort than sexiness, but never fear! If Star Wars could take Leia's look from "covered chin to ankle" to THIS:

Well, so can we! So, we'll keep Rory's loose sweater, but we'll make it very clear that she's not wearing anything underneath, and it's slipping salaciously off one shoulder as she grips the front of Jess's tee-shirt in her fists (stretching the neckline out for a little glimpse of pectoral there...). She's kind of hanging off of him as if she's about to sink into a swoon, her head thrown back in ecstasy and longing, and HER hair is flowing in the breeze too! The pages of her chapters are slowly cascading to the floor, forgotten in the throes of passion.