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I can’t believe this is real

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for the art request thingy, im always down for some cute domestic shit w/ benny and ethan? maybe the boys pulling an all nighter to finish an assignment (bonus points if benny is trying to use magic to speed everything along lmao)

probably not cute or domestic but i saw benny magic and assignment in the same ask. enjoy

#oh HELL YEAH #look at that late night delirium #this is canon loll #mbav

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I don't rememeber who you are or why I follow you but yes!! Abba!! Clearly past me had good judgement in hanging around.

HELL YEAH im ok with my identity being abba 😔✌️

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update:

idk if this will resonate with the people who are following me, but abba released new music today and you know imma crank “don’t shut me down” to 11 for at least a week

#update #i may be the only abba fan in my life and thats ok #abba

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not to be controversial but sometimes I think the private personal lives of celebrities are in fact none of our business

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Harvest mouse on a dandelion by Dean Mason

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the gays will get it

original source: chebbyart on twitter

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look i get that sometimes characters dying is like good for the story or whatever but consider. i want them all to be alive and have family dinners together. check and mate

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this is a gentle reminder to stop giving life to moments that no longer exist. your energy cannot change what has already passed; within the present, however, exists a multitude of opportunities that may align you with your most desired reality. focus your energy there—where you can create a life that exceeds your former way of living.

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Expectation vs. Reality

#romans face lmaooo

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yea that ep was...really something-- 👀

#sanders sides

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i cant even count how many comedians have aspired and failed to be as funny as this title

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Submission for the amazing @ts-storytime ‘s Sanders Sides Big Bang 2021!! (big thank you to them for hosting this event!!)

Featuring a zealous researcher with a question, an enthusiastic bookeeper with a secret and a spirited artist with a mission, @my-happy-little-bean ‘s incredible story follows a deep search for meaning and beauty - venturing, quite literally, into books, art and life. Find the fic masterlist here! And the fic on AO3 here! [ID : A collage against a dark brown background. It consists of variably sized rectangles, each depicting a different idea, occasionally interspersed by flowers peeking out from below. Starting from the top left - a scene of a bookshop, shelves visible, two trees growing next to each, with an upstairs staircase between them, a floor and a short line of steps to the bottom of the shop, leading to the front door in front of them. Next to this box is an image of a pale hand holding up a book, swirls of different blues coming out of it, the image’s colors resembling a glass painting. Next to it is a scene of a forest clearing, its sky filled with lanterns and a book laid in the centre of it, with gold-and-yellow double-helix-like swirls coming out of it. A crooked pottery bowl sits on the very bottom-right corner of it, two movie tickets peeking out from below. Behind the tickets is a scene of an alien terrain, done in varying shades of red, pink and orange.  A book, ‘Nihilism’ written on its cover sits towards the very top-right corner, a triangular shaped black hole in it, revealing a dull light, a chair and a floating piece of cloth. Atop the book is a sheet of paper with words on it, a small string of white flowers draped next to it. Below that, towards the bottom-right, is a brown book with words on it, lotus flowers blooming next to it. Moving to left, there are two images - one of a nondescript figures sitting in a seminar hall, partly covering the other image of the the bookshop, covered in paper and books, a man with his head in his arms sitting next to empty bottles of wine before a window. Next to this image is a painting of a field of multicolored flowers, a small house with two women standing before it in the backdrop, under a bright blue, cloud-studded sky. Next to this is a recreation of van gogh’s paintings - The Starry Night, The Red Vineyard, Irises and Cafe Terrace at Night, set against a beige background. A blue water lily peeks out from under where Irises meets the end of its box. Next to that is another sheet of pare with scribbled words on it and a small note with a snake-shaped non-binary pin on it towards the bottom. A marigold peeks out from both the top of both the paper and the pin.  Towards the very bottom-right, right below the first image of the bookshop is an watercolor-esque painting of different flowers, their stems bending in different directions, leaves and thin, trailing mushrooms interspersed between them. A yellow gazania sits between the bookshop image and the flowers one. End ID]

#like litERALLY LOOK AT THIS #its GORGEOUS ASIHUKGRVD #sanders sides #ts storytime 2021

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The Bookkeeper (Masterlist)

pairings: logicality, prinxiety word count: 37.4k general warnings: implied major character death(s) (that occur outside of the present story, though they are technically “alive” in the story – it’s magical), mentions of minor character deaths (i.e. parents, grandparents), existential crises, mild swearing, mild NSFW content, brief mention of past homophobia *see beginning of each chapter for specific warnings

summary:

"fray and far fables" has always been considered by its patrons as ‘magical’; the books always seemed more vivid, their spines seemed to breathe — every story seemed like it could be real, through and through. logan fray wishes this was not the case.

buried in his research, logan finds himself caring less and less about his magical inheritance, and more interested in unraveling a single question: what is the meaning of art in a meaningless life?

however, this is not helped by the store’s familiar and magical bookkeeper, roman, who—with the help of the store’s dedicated customer, patton morgan—is determined to convince logan that there is beauty in art and, hence, life: by opening one book nook at a time.

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this beautiful art was made by the wonderful @cyan-silver, who i gush about more in the a/n!

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Chapter 1: Wuthering Heights

Chapter 2: Red Rising

Chapter 3: Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea

Chapter 4: The Starry Night 

Chapter 5: The Signature Of All Things

Chapter 6: 50 First Dates

Chapter 7: The Dispossessed

Chapter 8: Nihilism and the Death of Art (I)

Chapter 9: Nihilism and the Death of Art (II)

Chapter 10: One Last Time, Please

Chapter 11: The Midnight Forest 

Chapter 12: Epilogue

author’s note under the cut! :)

a/n - hello friends! and welcome to me, briefly resurfacing into the writing world with my annual big bang fic!

this was a very different type of fic to what i'm used to writing, but it is a story that means a lot to me! and i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it!

the most special-est of thanks to @cyan-silver! she made such a beautiful piece for this story that is rich with details and small easter eggs i hope you appreciate as much as i do after you read it! she went so beyond what i ever could've imagined, so pls don't forget to show her some love!

and shout out to @ts-storytime and everyone who is part of it! once again, it’s a fantastic way of sharing so many stories in this universe — i’m happy to contribute to one of them!

#TS Storytime 2021 Submission #gabbie writes things #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fic #logicality #prinxiety #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #remus sanders #human au

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The Bookkeeper – Chapter 12

Chapter 12: Epilogue

pairings: logan/patton (logicality), roman/virgil (prinxiety) words: 1540 chapter warnings: none :) chapter summary: ...and they all lived happily ever after.

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The sound of polite applause echoed throughout the room. The buzzing of young students faded with each step across the stage. 

Steady hands shuffled paper on the podium. A deep breath. 

Logan Fray looked up at his audience: a group of people whose minds and souls were only beginning to blossom into a compass.

He looked down at his speech, pushed his glasses up, and cleared his throat.

“Here is what I know...” 

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Logan was never one for happy endings. Happy endings always seemed too close-minded for his taste. Though this, perhaps, was ironic given what he now knows. 

After visiting The Midnight Forest, Logan’s hand seemingly never left the paper. He wrote through the night and throughout the next day. Patton and Roman were admittedly concerned at first, but grew too understand what was happening — Logan wasn’t writing, but searching. 

As all artists tend to do. 

He finished his speech a bit more last-minute than he had hoped, but knew it was perfect the second he dotted the end of the last sentence. He went out to a bar the night he finished, Patton by his side and even Roman, hidden yet curiously peering out of his shirt pocket. Logan vaguely remembered the blurry lights cascading across his vision, the cheers, the laughter, and the warmth that filled his bed not too long after. 

The days that followed were filled with practicing his speech, revising it, and everything in between. Logan felt himself bouncing across the walls of Fray and Far Fables. Despite his efforts that he was fine— truly fine—Patton had convinced Logan to let him help out. And, of course, everything was better because of it. 

As for him and Roman, they grew as inseparable as Logan was to his own magic. Roman would give him notes each time he practiced and, in secret, Logan would take The Midnight Forest with him on another project he pursued. 

On the quiet days—the days when the rain would slowly fall onto the roads outside—Logan would sit down in the armchair next to his window with a cup of tea, and would always feel a small presence resting on his shoulder, watching alongside him. 

The shop was quiet, but it was home; something that Logan hadn’t felt in years. In every corner he’d turn to, there was someone he could live for; someone he found purpose in. 

And he glowed; oh, how he glowed. 

The night before his speech came before he knew it. Patton helped Logan close up as Roman departed for some “beauty sleep” before his trip out into the real world. Logan ran through his speech a bit more before Patton eventually pried it from his hands, leading him upstairs to the bedroom instead. Logan begrudgingly, but gratefully, followed. 

“And just like that, the day is done!” Patton flopped onto the bed with a sigh as Logan changed into his pajamas. “Time flies, huh?” 

“It does, perhaps too quickly.” He joined Patton in bed, letting himself melt into Patton’s embrace. “I can’t believe it’s tomorrow.”

“You’ll be amazing, Lo. You always are.” 

Logan smiled, curling up in Patton’s arms. They laid there in silence for a few moments, letting the moon float towards the peak of the sky. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and Logan quietly thanked each and every star for bringing him to where he now was. 

“Hey, Lo?” Patton’s sleepy voice buzzed against Logan’s chest. 

“Mhm?” 

“I...I love you. I love you so so much. And whatever happens out there and whatever’s beyond it, I...I’m going to keep loving you.” 

A beat of silence. Logan cleared his throat.

“There is simultaneously everything and nothing in life, dear. There is pandemonium and solace in every corner, all at once. And...and there was a time where I had to navigate those truths alone. But now, there is a light guiding me in my pursuit, regardless of where I turn.” 

Logan held Patton a bit tighter as sleep closed in on him. 

“You make me stronger and more resilient each day, Patton,” he murmured in the crook of Patton’s neck, “which is to say, I love you too.” 

…

Early next morning, just as Patton left the shop with Roman on his shoulder, Logan placed a few papers besides the copy of The Midnight Forest on the front counter with a smile. 

— 

“So all this being said, I present to you, once more, my question: If life has no inherent meaning under the lens of nihilism, why are humans so eager to escape and create art if they are simply creating something out of nothing? What, then, do you suppose is the answer?”

Logan looked up at the hungry and curious eyes that met him, and smiled. 

“The answer lies beneath the former of the statement, ‘creating something out of nothing’. With every bit of nothing that could ever follow us in this life, there is something. There will always be something.

“Art is, hence, cyclic in nature. It takes the nothing and creates within it, something. And within that something are arms that will always reach out and beg others to do the same. There is a hidden fascination within us all to fill the void with purpose, with passion.

“Someone once told me that in a life with very little meaning, art worms its way into the spaces that it can fit. And with the help of others, art– and everything it represents– is made bigger than the spaces of life they initially occupy. Within those spaces is the possibility to grow, to foster bonds — to know, truly know, every corner of this life. 

“You are young and are now bouldered with a responsibility that may seem unshakeable. But you are also artists, searching for answers you may need to make yourselves.” 

Logan caught sight of Patton in the audience with a teary smile. And, hidden in his shirt pocket, a warm glow of red. Logan’s smile grew. 

“So continue searching,” Logan finished. Behind the podium, his hands glowed a reassuring blue. “Continue your pursuit of creation, of knowledge, of growth; for your questions will spark answers that spark questions again. And I promise you, such a cycle will allow yourself to grow bigger than the spaces of life you initially occupy.”

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Later that night, Roman found himself alone in the shop. Logan had met some important scholars (Roman had scoffed when he told him) who dragged him out for drinks to talk about prospective research. Patton had tagged along after some gentle reassurance from Roman that he would alright on his own. 

So Roman took it upon himself to clean each shelf and each book of Fray and Far Fables, weaving himself through stories and letting each one breathe, if for a little while longer. 

He eventually found his way to the shelves behind the front counter, frowning at a small gap between one of the books. He narrowed his eyes. There was a book missing. 

He descended onto the front counter, pursuing his lips and trying to figure out where the book could have gone, until he nearly tripped on his answer. 

Roman looked down. His face softened. Right at his feet was a copy of The Midnight Forest , resting neatly and soaking in moonlight from outside. 

He carefully walked onto the cover and laid down on it, trailing his hand across the title. 

Suddenly, he caught sight of a few papers next to the book. Roman frowned, standing back up and floating up to read the whole papers. His eyes widened at a few selected words. 

‘Riptide Publishing Co.’

‘Upcoming dates...sign here…’ 

‘Possible release date for…’

Roman saw an image plastered on one of the papers. 

‘The Midnight Forest by Virgil Aries: With a new foreword by: Dr. Logan Fray’

Roman felt himself glow brighter than he had ever had before. His glow illuminated a small sticky note on the paper. 

‘To my dearest friend,

Here’s to the new stories the world will finally get to hear. Here’s to light, here’s to love, and here’s to hope.’

Roman grinned. He immediately flew onto the cover of The Midnight Forest and placed his hand on it. Red rippled across the whole shop as Roman tumbled through the front cover.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Roman dove into the forest, weaving through trees, searching and searching and hoping…

And then, everything around him froze.

Hovering in the centre of the forest clearing was a faint outline of a small silhouette, only a little taller than Roman, basked in moonlight. It stood still for a moment, as if looking right back at Roman. 

The silhouette then pulsed with a soft, familiar, purple glow. 

Roman grinned, tears running down his face as he flew towards the silhouette. He reached a careful hand towards it, worried that if he moved too fast, it’d all disappear. 

But when the purple silhouette just outstretched a hand, Roman knew it was going to stay; after years of waiting, Virgil would finally stay. 

Roman took the silhouette’s hand and swept him into a waltz; one that took them high above the forest clearing; one that brought them even just a bit closer to the stars.

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a/n — thank you for reading <3

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