𝐽𝐵.

@delicatepogue do it. i wanna fly!

if i was mean, i'd push you.

🤌

@SarahRoutl3dg3, it was the best date idea by far.

ㅤㅤ 𝑱͟𝑩͟.𝑹͟𝑶͟𝑼͟𝑻͟𝑳͟𝑬͟𝑫͟𝑮͟𝑬͟ 𝙧𝙚𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙚𝙙: with you, always. ❤️‍🔥

ㅤㅤ 𝑱͟𝑩͟.𝑹͟𝑶͟𝑼͟𝑻͟𝑳͟𝑬͟𝑫͟𝑮͟𝑬͟ 𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙: 😏😏✋🏼

@SarahRoutl3dg3 “Because you stayed— through it all..”

@bitbygator Why is that?

@SarahRoutl3dg3 ‘The whole point of ‘until death do us part’ babe!’

⠀⠀⠀ @bitbygator

@FormerInspector He pressed his forehead to the cool wood and whispered, not loud enough for her to hear, but loud enough to admit it to himself, ‘Why now?’ He almost left. Almost. But something in him, a flicker of that stupid, stubborn, hope turned him around. He knocked. Once and waited.

@FormerInspector That night, he walked to Miss Maybelle’s Inn. The neon sign flickered like a heartbeat. Room 3 was at the end of the hall. The door was closed. Lights on. He stood there for a long time, hand hovering near the doorknob, then curling into a fist. He didn’t knock. Not yet.

you were walking the same dangerous path your father did. If you ever want to talk, I’ll be staying at Miss Maybelle’s Inn. Room 3. I’ll wait." She didn’t know if he’d come. Part of her expected silence. Part of her believed she deserved nothing less. Days passed. She walked

@SarahRoutl3dg3 He swallowed hard before continuing, “As much as I hate to admit it… I think Groff told the truth. For once. It wasn’t a power play. It wasn’t like he was trying to manipulate anything. It was his sick twisted way as a final ‘f— you’ to JJ’s entire life.”

@SarahRoutl3dg3 He hesitated and ran a thumb along the edge of his palm, nervous habit. “I don’t think we need one,” he admitted after a moment. “Not really.” Taking a beat. >>

“@SarahRoutl3dg3, so, jay, he’s not my brother but my brother-in-law?”