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w1ldthoughts · 4 months

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System Reboot

A/n: Anon requested second piece of sad girl winter!!!

Disclaimer: this is a work of FICTION, the characters are fictionalized versions of real life situations and real people. It’s all based on my imagination.

Love was supposed to be patient. Love should have been kind. But lately love was…hard. It made you question your sanity and your self worth. Love wasn’t supposed to exhaust you or desert you. And that’s exactly what love was doing. It’s exactly what Justin was doing.

When you met him he was a rookie and your college friend Gabe’s super tidy and quiet roommate who loved all things Oregon and couldn’t resist a good movie quote. You stayed in touch with him even after Gabe was released by the Chargers and eventually dated him for a few years before getting married. The first few years of marriage were everything they say it is in the movies. You got to spend every single day with your best friend and the love of your life all wrapped into one. There were football games to attend, bruises and injuries along the way that were no match for the love you two shared and eventually you had a child, a perfect little girl named Remi. Your family was your entire world. And maybe somewhere along the way all of your jobs as a wife and a mom clouded your vision as to who you were as an individual.

It’s not like anyone noticed, let alone your husband. He had things to focus on too; games needed to be won, he had his team, the media and Remi of course. Justin was busy but never busy enough to skimp out on his duties as a father. He cherished every moment with her and it was embarrassing to admit that you envied how much effort he put into his relationship with Remi while his relationship with you had become relatively nonexistent. You weren’t jealous of your daughter by any means, you were just struggling to understand how the same person who would go out of his way to bring you your favorite coffee before leaving for practice had barely kissed you goodnight the last few weeks. What changed?

You were pulled out of your thoughts by the garage door opening and Remi running to the back door to wait for her dad.

“Is that my girl?” He immediately picks her up as soon as he comes in and it actually gives you goosebumps watching them interact. Your husband listens intently as the three year old describes her day in vivid detail. “Hi.” Justin says, finally looking at you when Remi leaves him to head back to her playroom.

“Hi. How was practice?”

He shrugs, moving into the kitchen to sit across from you. “It was fine, nothing new. I was actually going to talk to you about—”

“Daddy? It’s your turn tonight for bath time. Come on, let’s go.” Remi holds onto his leg, tugging on his shorts until he stands up.

“It is my turn isn’t it? Okay let’s go get your stuff.” He tells her, grabbing her tiny hand. Justin looks back over at you and whispers, “we’ll talk later.”

You nod and start putting away the dishes and making sure Remi cleaned up all of her toys like you asked. The giggles and talking you hear going on upstairs make you re-evaluate everything you’ve thought about today. Some people have it way worse than you, why in the world would you be complaining when you live in this beautiful house, with this beautifully sweet husband and an angel for a daughter? Instead of continuing to spiral, you headed upstairs to listen to your husband read your daughter a bedtime story and even joined in as the two of them sang the bedtime song, “Hey Jude.” You both kissed Remi goodnight and headed back downstairs.

“What did you want to talk about?” You asked immediately.

“I can’t be the only one that feels like there’s a disconnect between us, right? I mean don’t you think something just feels…off?”

You sigh, feeling a lump growing in your throat. “I don’t know what to do, but I know I want to fix it.”

“Me too.” He reassures you. “Come here.” You slowly make your way into his arms, holding in the tears that are really threatening to appear. And he can tell. “What if we go out to dinner tomorrow night? Just you and me.”

There’s no way you can muster up words so you just nod, letting out a sigh of relief at this potential marriage saving date.

He was late. Not late enough for you to cancel the night altogether but it was annoying. You had to resist the urge to roll your eyes when he walked in apologizing profusely. Now was not the time to make a scene. Dinner was…awkward to say the least. It was like trying to make small talk with an acquaintance from high school that you ran into at the grocery store. Your husband was becoming a stranger and maybe instead of fighting to hold on to something that was dying, you should just pull the plug. You thanked him for dinner and he walked in front of you on the way out of the restaurant. A hand that used to rest in yours or on the small of your back just remained at his side, crushing your spirit even more. The drive home was quiet and you headed straight to your room while your husband relieved the babysitter.

You looked in the mirror at yourself and couldn’t even recognize your own reflection. Staring back at you was a shell of your former self, someone who you vowed never to become and you cried silently the entire time you got ready for bed. All of your energy was focused on not making noise and you didn’t hear Justin come into the bathroom.

“Babe? What’s wrong? What happened?” He frantically asks, kneeling down in front of you as you sat on the edge of the tub.

“Justin, leave me alone please.” It came out a little harsher than you’d intended but maybe deep down you meant it exactly how it came out.

Either way, he was shocked. “I’m not leaving you like this y/n, tell me what’s going on.”

“Fine. If you won’t leave, then I will.” You ran a hand across your face and stood up to head back downstairs, the man trailing cross behind you. It wasn’t fair how long his stride was compared to yours. “Please stop following me. I just really need a minute to myself.”

“Why? You’re clearly upset and I want you to talk to me. I’m your partner, maybe we can figure it out together.” He’s almost begging, holding his hand out to you. Maybe a week ago you would’ve gladly taken his hand and fallen apart in his arms but there just wasn’t anything left for you to give. “Is it because I was late? Because I apologized and I thought we were good but—”

“No! It’s not because you were late.” You’ve never raised your voice at him but you clearly aren’t yourself anymore. “It’s…everything. It’s the fact that I can’t remember the last time we laughed about something that wasn’t related to football or kid stuff. Or that I don’t even know how long it’s been since we had sex. When was the last time you touched me or held me or I don’t know acted like I am the person you want to be with when you’re old and the most exciting thing in the world is sitting in a recliner reminiscing on the good days. These are supposed to be the good days and they’re not Justin. I am miserable and you can’t tell me you’re the happiest you’ve ever been either.”

He sits on the couch with a sigh, running a hand over his face. “I’m not happy. I mean we used to spend all day together, talking and laughing about random stuff and we just spent the last three hours together and couldn’t come up with anything to say.”

“So what do we do?” You ask hesitantly, already guessing where this is going.

“I don’t have any long term solutions but I do know we can’t keep going like this. I’ll sleep in one of the guest rooms tonight. We’ll have to figure out something more functional when the season ends.”

Watching him walk away from you felt real and final…but maybe this was for the best.

The week after the season ends Justin grabs some of his stuff and moves into the guesthouse. Two weeks after that you found yourself in a small coffee shop, googling “divorce lawyers in Los Angeles,” hitting a new emotional low. Nights were the worst. Times that you used to look forward to were just a reminder of everything you were losing. Remi wanted to watch her favorite movie, Elementals but even the sight of romance, even in cartoon form, had you holding back tears. You and your husband had been spending as much time with her as possible, trying to figure out the best way to explain to your child that your marriage was over.

“I mean what does that even do to a child that young? How do we even start? She’s already asking why we don’t do the bedtime song together anymore—”

This entire time since the separation has been hard on him too, even if he wasn’t physically that far away...yet. He’s got this headache that won’t go away and the thought of telling his baby girl something that will cause her pain makes his stomach hurt. So he tries to hide the pain with humor. “We shouldn’t have created a little genius. She’s probably already figured out something is up.”

You could see the pain in his face and hear it in his voice, but it wasn’t your job to nurse his wounds anymore…no matter how much you wanted to. It was decided that Justin would take her to the zoo next week and butter her up, and when they got home you would try your best to explain everything to her and move forward from there. That way you had time to read up on how to deliver difficult news to a toddler. Easy enough.

The week came a lot faster than you could prepare yourself for. On the morning of zoo day, the pain that radiates through your body is double the emotional pain you’ve been experiencing. All of your muscles ache, your sinuses are on fire and you really don’t know how you managed to get your daughter ready while Justin got her snacks, water and stroller in the car.

He took one look at you and knew something was wrong. “You alright?” There was an intense amount of concern in his tone and you nodded slowly, waving them goodbye and counting down the seconds until you could get back into bed and sleep off whatever this was.

In the car, Justin was interrogating his favorite spy. “Mini, are you excited for zoo day?”

“Yeah! I love the zoo. And animals. And you. But mama’s sick so she can’t come.” She says sadly.

“Mama’s sick? How do you know that?”

“Um,” she pauses, trying to put her words together. “She was coughing and blowing her nose, it sounded like an elephant.” He had to hold in a laugh. “And I hear her crying sometimes, maybe she has a really bad owie and you should kiss it better.”

The last part hurt, the thought of you all on your own dealing with all of these emotions and he wasn’t there to be your shoulder to lean on? It made him feel awful. “Maybe I should.” He turns around to face her and make a deal. “Would you be sad if we did zoo day another day? Mama really needs us to take care of her and I know Dr. Herbert is exactly what she needs to feel better.”

Remi had been obsessed with playing doctor lately and he knew she’d be all for it. She nodded excitedly as he drove to the store to pick up everything they would need. They came back into the house 30 minutes later with all of the essentials in hand and extra popsicles for his mini.

You woke up to a hand on your forehead…and then a tiny one. It would’ve been hilarious if you weren’t hot and cold at the same time.

“Her forehead is warm. She needs meic—the yucky stuff.” Remi whispers, holding the miniature stethoscope in her hands. Her dad nods at her and pulls out the medicine from the bag and hands her a bottle of Gatorade to set on the table. The doctor duo heads back downstairs to let you nap.

Two hours later, you woke up feeling refreshed and a lot less…gross. You gingerly walked down the stairs to find the cutest sous chef in the world hard at work.

“Hi mama, we’re making soup for you.” Remi sings, stirring the pot with Justin standing right behind her.

“Thank you baby, it smells amazing.” You give Justin a wink, whispering another “thank you.”

The three of you sit on the couch while you eat, taking in Remi’s movie for the eighth time this week. When you wake up from your third nap of the day, you are surrounded by your favorite people who are fast asleep next to you. At some point Justin must have gone upstairs to grab your favorite blanket because you know you weren’t covered in it when the movie started. These were the moments that you’d overlooked. Life was different now, you and Justin weren’t the 20-somethings that met and fell in love and it was a mistake trying to get back to that. This was your reality now and it could still be full of joy if you allowed it. That night, you asked Justin to stay for the bedtime song and asked to speak to him in the kitchen.

“I know we were supposed to tell Remi about everything today but—”

“Y/n, I don’t want a divorce.” He finishes for you. “This—you, me and mini, this is what I want. And honestly I don’t think we’ve tried hard enough to fight for each other so this is me, fighting for us.”

You reach out for his hand this time, which he happily grabs hold on to. “I don’t want to do this life with anyone else,” you whisper with your eyes watering. “You’re it for me and um…I want to fight for us too. Whatever it takes.”

“Maybe we could try counseling?” He suggests and you nod, vowing to help him look for someone you both liked in the morning. Your marriage wasn’t fixed in a day, but this was a huge step in the right direction.

“Thank you for taking care of me.” You give his hand a squeeze and he smiles, squeezing it back.

“In sickness and in health remember?”

Even in moments of darkness, love is patient, love is kind. And if it’s meant for you? Love will always find its way home.

#Justin Herbert #Justin Herbert imagine #justin herbert x reader #justin herbert angst #justin herbert fanfic

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ashleywool · 2 months

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More HTDIO x H*R quotes

(My second set of Homestar Runner dialogue reassigned to How to Dance in Ohio characters. Because what's the point of having a small following on niche fandom Tumblr if you can't make even-more-niche crossover content?)

Mel: [home alone in full ADHD task paralysis] Aw, we need to figure out how to get some drinks. Like, without having to actually get some drinks.

[a flashback of Johanna recounting the moment she first thought that maybe her daughter should be assessed] Caroline (age 5): Oh, man. Those first four hundred bites of dirt were not so good. Maybe the next one will be better.

Tommy: Oh, that is IT, satellite phone. You’ve poked me for the last time. [chucks phone into ocean]

Marideth: Boy, did I pick the wrong hemisphere to aimlessly drift through this year.

[“So Much in Common” extended version] Drew: Marideth…your eyes…they flicker like a Sandalwood Sage Sunset. Your hair flows like fresh cotton linens, hung to dry on the deck. Grandma’s Apple Cinnamon Spice is the scented candle I would use to describe your mouth. And your nose: like an unscented emergency candle for when the power goes out...I don't know, this is wrong, this is weird, going poorly as I feared...

Remy: Oh hey, Dairy Queen. Jessica: I already told you, I don’t wanna be called that anymore. I made a mistake! Remy: Oh. Sorry, Dairy Queen.

Tommy: Can you write my Englilsh paper for me? I don’t even care if it’s good or not, I just don’t want to do it. Drew: Uh, I don’t think you have to worry about it being any good if you write it, Tommy. But I’ll take a crack at it.

[someone asks Mel to steal them an animal from Paws & Claws to save it from the horrors of the pet trade] Mel: I never pass up a chance to stick it to the man. Here ya go!

Michael: Have you been using the Internet irresponsibly? Marideth: Er…no more irresponsibly than usual.

#i could do this all day #basically have been doing it all day #htdio #htdio musical #homestar runner #strong bad #stinkoman 20x6 #actually autistic #musicals

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q-starhalo · 5 months

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★ QSMPBLR INTRODUCTION POST ★

Hello!! Welcome to this little town of ours!! You can call me Star or Remy and I use they/them pronouns!! (She/he is alright by me when it comes to other languages!) I am Salvadorian and I speak fluent Spanish and pretty good English!

Here on my blog I obviously talk + liveblog about q!Bad due to him being my main pov! These talks usually include things he has said, his grim reaper lore (because I adore it), his fashion if he wasn't wearing that hoodie/cloak of his (only as of recent but.) and more!! Also, I wouldn't say I'm an analyzer (?) but I do like pointing out random stuff and write up important quotes here and there!

Now onto other little things, I also talk about music and I'm planning on posting my list of.......100+ songs for .........q!Bad.........soon......... :D So don't ever hesitate to request some songs <3 I also sometimes draw art ^^ (mostly traditionally but I've been trying digital more recently!!) You may also see some reblogs of Ranboo or c!Bad or other stuff sprinkled in :D

Considering ships, I usually talk about, you guessed it, starhalo!!! (AND THE CROWD GOES WILD 🎉🎉🎉 WOOOOOOO 👏👏👏🎉🎉🎉). Reason? None, I just wanted to be silly and their relationship is really interesting to me <33 I also like throwing some skephalo/happyduo around here so don't be surprised if I start posting about them too :D

Now. The moment we have been waiting for;

The beloved q!Bad and Crowley comparison post!!! - The post everyone needs to know when it comes to my blog ^^ oh how I adore this one <3 I might also have to do an updated version but we'll see :D

And um. I think that's it!! It's been a pleasure and I hope you guys have made yourselves comfortable!! <33

#I. do not know how to make an introduction post.#and my pinned post took about a week to figure out.#but :D #welcome in everyone!!!#qsmpblrintros

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whiskeyswriting · 1 year

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Incorrect Quotes (Chaos Squad Version)

Spicy: If you put 'violently' in front of anything to describe your action, it becomes funnier. Spicy: Violently practices. Venom: Violently studies. Lucky: Violently sleeps. Dragon: Violently shoots pictures. Whiskey: Violently boxes. Cupcake: Violently murders people. Lucky: Violently worries about the previous statement.

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Venom: A mouse! Dragon, pulling out a knife: Go back to where you came from or I'll stab you. Whiskey, pulling out a frying pan: It'll make a nice meal! Spicy, giving the mouse cheese: You deserve a treat, little guy. Cupcake, gasping: It's Ratatouille! Lucky: His name is Remi, dummy. Venom: ...I was going to say to just trap it and throw it out the window... what is wrong with you people.

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Dragon, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here. Whiskey: Hey. Lucky: Hi. Cupcake: Hello. Spicy: Hey! Dragon: I gave you the key to my place for emergencies only! Venom: We were out of Doritos.

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Scarlet: I am darkness. I am an power. I am your worst nightmare. I could kill a man in more ways than you can imagine. I am the night. I am fury, I am a weapon, I am- Mama Bear: A doll. Dragon: A cinnamon roll. Baby: A sweetheart. Scarlet: Scarlet: ...stop it.

#the chaos squad #incorrect quotes (chaos squad version)

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miniwolfsbane · 1 year

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TBT memory to the time I was madly in love with this Gambit concept image and wrote a crappy fic based off of it in a real notebook, not on the computer. (It's from Wizard World Magazine's special X-Men issue back in the early 2000s. Probably 2003 or so.) Doubtful I still have the notebook, but it'd be so cringe if I did.

If anyone's not a giant nerd like me, this is one of several different X-Men concepts that WW asked a comic book artist (I can't remember which one.) to portray. Two I know we eventually got were Emma Frost and Gambit.

Funny part is, he looks like a clean-shaven Nick Bateman to me, just with longer hair. For a drawing, that's some killer cheekbones/jawline. I love the roseyness to his face.

Can't remember the exact quote and I'm too lazy to go get the magazine from my comic book collection, but some higher-up said they would've designed him to be a bit taller and more muscular (I think? I would not complain if he were!!) some other stuff. Like, dude, this is Nick Bateman's version of Gambit, easily, sans bike. (Remy is usually 6'1-6'2, Nick is freaking 6'4.) Nick also has tats IRL. I don't like, but just pointing it out.

Picture from:

Gambit screenshots, images and pictures - Comic Vine (gamespot.com)

Maybe if I get some energy/time, I'll scan in my copy so we can all enjoy it as a larger pic. ((commence drooling.)) Edit: I also drew it. Don't know if I still have that drawing or not, but I went through a phase where I put it and other fan art up on my wall, I think? Or maybe I'm mis-remembering. I don't think I was THAT brave as a teenager to just put a shirtless guy on my wall. (That came later in my mid 20s, another dumb, DUMB phase. I was stuuuupid.)

#Gambit #TBT #X-Men #Remy LeBeau #Wizard World magazine #the 2000s #X-Men movie #concept art #imagining movie X-Men

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geekynichelle · 4 years

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Romy alá Parks and Recreation:

Gambit: We were hanging out, and suddenly I was like. "What if we got married tomorrow". And she was like...

Rogue: Fine ❤️

#Romy #Rogue #Gambit #Remy LeBeau #Parks and Recreation #incorrect xmen quotes #they did get married at someone else's wedding so...#you love to see it #one day i'll put all my rogue and gambit fan version junk in one place

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king-galaxius · 4 years

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Da Bush Babees - Remember We

Da Bush Babees – Remember We

This version is the Salaam Remi Remix from the 1994 Single….

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#"S.O.S". Mr. Man later changed his nickname to Mr. Khaliyl and went on to produce for other artists #"The Love Song"#Ali Shaheed Muhammad #Ambushed (1994)#among others. Later releases included "Remember We" in 1995 and their 1996 second album Gravity #and after Mister Man suggested adding a reggae toaster #and also released a rare 12-inch single on Rawkus featuring Talib Kweli #and hence reggae strongly influenced its style #but it was in 1992 in Brooklyn #featured production from Jermaine Dupri #Mister Man (later Mr. Khaliyl) and Y-Tee. The three grew up in Jamaica and Trinidad #NY #Pharoahe Monch and DCQ. Mr. Man has also recently produced for such artists as Res and Fabolous. Extended & updated info here: http://en #Salaam Gibbs (later known as Salaam Remi) and the group itself #that the group was formed. The two began collaborating #the trio performed live office auditions and signed with Reprise three months after launching the group. Their first album #This version is the Salaam Remi Remix from the 1994 Single.... Get Da Bush Babees Music: http://www.discogs.com/artist/Da+Bush+Babees &#was produced by Posdnous of De La Soul; that single also featured a then-unknown Mos Def singing the chorus #where Mister Man first saw Kaos perform #which was the group&039;s first underground and commercial success. Its lead single #who also sang the chorus and rapped the third verse of the album&039;s seventh track #Y-Tee joined the group. After their early concert dates attracted major-label interest

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waokevale · 4 years

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Sanders Sides

-The Snow Queen AU-

[In this ver. The Frost King]

I just had to do this one after I reconnected with the book, yet...I made some major changes (big ones) for the roles to be more interesting and fitting, not just random I suppose.

[ If you haven't read the book, and wish to do so...I suppose it does quite matter for you to understand more but do as you wish from that point.........]

This version of the story is happening in the beginning of The 18th Century, and the characters who play the roles of the ones from the story, or have changed/replaced roles with suposedly similiar Input here are:

• Kai - Remus - (The boy who was the victim of the broken mirror’s fiendish shard.)

• Gerda - Roman (The main protagonist, i suppose)

[In the original story Kai and Gerda are not quite related but are as close as siblings can be, in this one although, of course the twins are, well...the twins.]

• Instead of the Grandmother we have the father of the boys, that no one, literally no one would guess who plays the role of him.......Patton...!

• After that, there is also Logan, who gets the role of being The Frost King, The Cursed Frost King in fact (and by cursed I mean he literally pissed someone off [or broken their heart...] centuries before and they turned him into an ice dude)

• Speaking of curses and magic, Janus is the young Sorcerer instead of the Elder Sorceress from the canon story. And in this verse, let's say that Sorcerers are Immortal beings like vampires, because I felt like it, and let's say he's like... approximately 957 y.o

Janus in this version does not keep Roman for a while, because he is a really bored selfish prick, but because he is desperate and genuinely still sad from the time he lost his own kid (guess who that might be...If you know my obsession with familial anxceit you already know who I’m talking about, yes..) Virgil.

[And no, Virgil is not dead as you see in the fanart, he is cute, alive and well.]

• Speaking about him, he is intended to replace the role of the robber girl. But in this version he was stolen from his Pa/Ma one Summer night...

He didn't age at all because...Well, I just said it, Janus is immortal and Vee in this one is actually his biological kid, so Virgil himself is like 53 y.o

• Pryce and Valery are the Prince and the Princess in the upper corner of the picture. (They are meant to be siblings here)

In the other corner are Thomas and Talyn playing the roles of these magical Finn and Lapp people. (I honestly have no idea how else to call them)

And the Crow and the Raindeer are Remy and Emile, because why not.

[To put it simply, like in the canon of TSS no one here is evil (well except the douchebags of Virgil's kidnappers, but they are not canon characters)]

Also before all of that, I wanted to have a little summery and explanation of some of the situations and short stories from this au

-Remus at first is quite a dork (heh) but really he is a pretty friendly and goofy kid, sure he is quite strange in general but he does show love and affection towards his family (well until the shard of The Mirror got stuck in his eye)

-Logan used to be a Prince from the 10th Century who supposedly felt no emotions and was like a stone husk, or a living statue as people used to say, which made his father desperate enough to the point, he literally set up a very great award for anyone who would make him.. feel something in that matter (The emotionlessness was more of an odd and quite unrealistic version of depression, as to be portraid)

-There was one and only one person who succeded in the act and in which fell head over hills for him in the process actually (before the magic mirror of evils broke into pieces, one of the first ones then fell into his own eyes, destroying all the progress and hurting the one who loved him the most, who was the very exact person who freed him from his deep shelled abyss before.)

[I’m not going to say who that was, you’ll have to figure it out by yourself, if you even bother, that is of course]

-Patton is a single father (wow)

He actually managed to find a way into the Garden of Enternal Summer when he was a kid and... As I quote myself:

“ As a faint Memory, The boy saw the most Elegant and quite The most Beatiful man he’d ever seen, yet with a face halfly scarred with scales as if one cursen upon his soul, his outfit too as his posture spoke was vastly gorgeous, painted mainly in golden and black, but what was yet even more so intriguing, was what he held under his arms, ever oh so gently as it were a small and fragile feather. It in fact..quite was at some point, as it was a small child, very young actually from what it seemed...An Infant it was. The man then walked up to him and offered him his hand, one that wasn’t either of his main two, but nonethless he did so and shared one of the warmest of smiles too, no living creature, no beast nor no man would at this point decline and reject his proffer.”

[Yeah...I’m not good with poetry, especially as English despite it all is my second language...I’m even worse with my main one, so eh.]

Buuut he eventually left either way, so..

[Almost no one could find the secret pathway into the Garden of the Enternal Summer as it was well hidden behind the forests, lakes, caves and mountains. So Roman and his family were quite lucky at this point.]

That is all for now I suppose, I have only one question though...

-Roman is a very sweet kid who talks with animals and plants (but let’s make it a bit more realistic here, the plants do not respond in this version and he is confused but still continues to do so) He is although flawed because a character without flaws is like...A Pizza without the Sauce or a Knife without its blade, blunt and boring that is. Yeah...He has anger issues and is quite impatient and stubborn which is interpreted in both good and bad ways.

-Virgil was gifted with a flower magical hair clip (to help him whenever he was in trouble), a violet scarf and a guardian pet Goliath Birdeater Spider shafed like a Purple Pinktoe Tarantula to protect him from any dangers.

Do you think this is an interesting AU?

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skyfallscotland · 14 days

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“Dain, I am the only one who believes you right now, you know that right?” He meets my eyes again. “Violet thinks you knowingly sent her into a trap that almost got us all killed. Did you, or did you not steal a memory that set off this whole, inglorious fucking chain of events?”

A Remi & Dain Story 🥰

#I'm sorry; I couldn't help it ahahshahah #basgiath (remi's version)#remi's version quotes

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nachosncheeze · 3 years

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Music of Blindspot

The music of Blindspot 2x01 - In Night So Ransomed Rogue (Updated)

I'm a dork who likes soundtracks. I've been searching and collecting music from the show for myself, so I thought I'd share. I'll link background music wherever I've been able to find it (using primarily YouTube as I don't have spotify etc; hmu if you have links to add!).

All music is composed by Blake Neely and Sherri Chung; I'm getting nothing out of this except maybe my own notes made legible, for a change. Please tread lightly around the YouTube links as I don't want to get the OPs in trouble or we could lose access to this awesome content. Thank you! :)

Songs by other artists as they come up I'll include lyrics etc. Any corrections, comments, or anything else please hit me up!

Posts will be behind a cut, because most of these posts will be long and I'll be referring to specific scenes so... spoilers!

Edit Note! Now that we're further into re-watch, I've got my bookmarks and files in far better order, and happily, I've learned my way around tumblr a bit more. Being just generally so much better organized, these posts are less necessary to me now than they were at the start, when I was leaning very heavily on them as a means to sort out a truly shocking mess in my bookmarks, meaning I can focus a lot more on the thematic links. I've edited this post in that light (and had fun while I was at it), so time permitting, I will do others as I go along. :D

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Like absolutely everything about this first episode (for anyone who couldn't already tell from the rest of my nonsense, it is EASILY my favorite and I love it sfm), the music is AMAZING and was fairly easy to collect as most of the new themes were available on their own (later episodes borrow and quote and all sorts). It's also got the first introduction of what is, imo, one of the key pieces from the whole series, Torn Apart - including the Remi and Roman theme.

Tortured - self-explanatory; this is the music accompanying the opening montage up to Jane's escape and the rolling of the titles. Of note is that a variation of this track was first heard in the opening moments of 1x23, as Jane washes Mayfair's blood down the drain and Kurt remembers his father's confession. Tortured, indeed. The earlier version can be heard in See You On The Other Side from the official season 1 OST.

Main Theme - I think have a cut of just the theme somewhere but I can't find it atm (will edit again if I do). It's officially released and purchasable on the Season 1 OST; can be heard in "Who is Jane Doe?/Main Theme" starting at approx 2:20.

Motorcycle Chase - up until "Laura Moses, you're under arrest."

Nas' arrival/'Jane Doe has escaped' briefing - The music accompanying Nas' arrival is worth noting, although I can't find a recording of it, as it comes up again at a key moment later in the season. The latter quotes from one of the show's main themes, 'Ink'.

Van scene - Most of it quotes from 'Tortured', above.

Have to Shoot Me - The infamous motel hallway scene, starting right after the ad-break/cut. I defy anyone to not hear the dialogue in their head. Holy mackerel the feels.

Ultimate Polygraph - Pretty self-explanatory again. You'll hear 'Ink' again in there as well, when they talk about Mayfair. Covers to the end/fade to Kurt's office. This one comes up at various points in the series later on, so it's something to watch out for. :D I believe it's based on an unreleased track from season 1. Well, I know it's in season 1... I think in the scene when Weitz is laying out his case against Mayfair, but I'd have to go back and check.

Kurt's Office/"You know, when I was a little girl..." to "Then let's make them pay" - I think I have the latter half of this somewhere buuuuut. Well, I'll edit if I find it.

Making the plan/Making the call/"I can do it"/Fancy tracker/"We have to talk about this."

Meeting Roman - It's our favourite brother figure and oh look, it's a snippet from 'Ink' in there, too.

"For Mayfair" - The team agreeing to work together scene.

DUI Checkpoint - We all love a good video game timed-button-press sequence but alas I've not located the dramatic 80s synth at the end nor the bit when they're switching cars.

Black Hole - When the team is in Patterson's lab looking at Mayfair's drive with Nas, up until the scene ends with "they've got a fun vibe so far." It's very funky! IMO one of the better standalone pieces this season.

Jane and Roman at the hospital, Kurt and Nas in the office, Roman taking Jane "somewhere safe", "Stop yelling it's not helping me code!" "You think I'm working for them?" etc, up to "I'm Shepherd. I'm your mother."

Torn Apart - As heard in the "Jane meets Shepherd" scene. I absolutely had to single this piece out. It's by far the most notable piece in the whole episode and in fact is probably one of the most important and oft-thematically-quoted pieces this season if not the entire series, as it comes back again and again and again throughout. I could honestly rave about this piece all day, and in following posts you'll probably find that I do. Why? It's complex, it's layered, and it weaves elements from season 1 together with a whole bunch of new little melodies and beats that rapidly come to fully represent different characters and situations. To break it down a little:

At approx 0:34, you'll hear a little percussion ditty that is carried forward from season 1, and generally seems to have come to represent Jane's connection to Weller (and in this season, the FBI more generally). Noteable prior examples include 0:30 into The Truth Can Save You - the "Jeller theme", which makes sense - but also in Learn to Trust, a track from the end of 1x11 when Jane has to make the fateful decision whether to meet Weller in the park or Oscar at the tower. In the latter, it's only there for a moment, and on-screen it disappears the moment Oscar appears. (Both those tracks are up for purchase on the Season 1 OST, btw.) It seems pretty significant here in season 2, as its presence or absence in any mix of Torn Apart at any point generally corresponds pretty closely with Jane's conflicted loyalties. In particular, in instances where Jane is really leaning into her connection to Roman, that Jeller sound is just. not. there. It comes and goes from this scene, disappearing for most of it once Shepherd starts telling Jane about her past, and reappearing just as Shepherd declares that they're sending her back to the FBI. It's just... *chef's kiss*.

At approx 0:58, there's a new three-tone sound introduced that seems to tie to Roman specifically. It comes up a lot at various points, including its very prominent use at the end of season 3. On screen in this episode, it's introduced just as Jane hears the names Roman and Remi for the first time, and finds out he's her brother.

At approx 1:40, the distorted "voice of the real Jane" is heard, as she remembers Oscar's death on screen.

Lastly, at approx 2:50, when Roman pulls Jane in for a hug - the first real affection or kindness anyone has shown her since before Mayfair died - you have the first instance of what I would call the Remi and Roman theme, which itself is underpinned by the aforementioned three tones of Roman. SUPER GUT-WRENCHING, and an absolutely beautiful crescendo to finish the piece. Honestly. I love this track sfm.

Anyway. Moving on...

"More than anything" - THIS MOMENT. 😭 If you want another musical gut-punch, here it is. Nas leaves the room, and Jane asks Weller, "Why didn't you tell me about the tooth?" And they've brought back the beginning of Under Cover, from 1x09. That's right folks; "More than anything" is set to the same soft tones as the first moment he saw her in that dress.

Decoded Mayfair pictures, Who's the mole montage, etc.

Ending theme

That's it for this episode! Since this is the first one I've done I've basically just expanded on my own messy-ass notes (note: this is no longer the case xD), which themselves are mostly a poorly-labelled bookmarks folder. 😅 Like I said I'm a dork, so it's A Lot. 😅

Also as noted this episode was probably the easiest to collect, so future posts may be shorter with a lot more "missing" pieces. If anyone has any comments or suggestions about content, please hit me up! :D

#blindspot #blindspot rewatch #blindspot rewatch 2021 #blindspot music #music of blindspot #blindspot 2x01 #blindspot s2 spoilers #blindspot ost #nachos blindspot oc

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why galo thymos has superpowers

putting this under a read more for convenience!

right! first things first: the set up. in universe, it’s expressly implied that there are mutations that have pretty much nothing to do with the promare, re: varys and apparently remi’s alligator girlfriend. (i still don’t understand that.) the direct quote from the subbed version of the movie is “It’s a mutation. They [the burnish] can do nothing about it. The question is how you use it. Like Varys’s superhuman strength.” this mentions the burnish (a mutation) and then puts varys’s ‘superhuman strength’ in direct comparison, which marks his strength as a mutation as well. good enough for me.

the second point on today’s agenda: galo having a mutation. i could go 2 different directions here, both of which are (vaguely) canon supported. the first is that galo has superhuman speed. mr. sonic thymos. (...galo the hedgehog?) we’ll start with this one; i have more of a leg to stand on, with 2 clear pieces of evidence. beware yall, this is where we start getting into conspiracy theory territory.

1. the lake scene: galo and aina’s excellent adventure. this has 2 main parts to it- a) when aina trips and falls, galo is 10-15 feet away from her, yet he’s still able to catch her before she hits the ice on the lake. b) while aina is watching lio’s burnish fire go below the trees, which takes about 2 seconds, galo covers a good... 60 feet? from the middle of the lake to get to his motorcycle by the trees. it’s not normal to move that fast. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

2. the city scene: lio fotia goes human wrecking ball on promepolis. GALO IS KEEPING UP WITH A CAR GOING (at my best guess) 45 MILES PER HOUR. he’s also going that fast before burning rescue catch up with him, and they’re in moving vehicles. you could say ‘but comedic effect!’, in which case i would say ‘why ruin my fun?’

as a minor addition, galo did save himself from the fire in his childhood, which isn’t evidence on it’s own but could support this theory.

which brings us to my second theory: galo has empathy. i don’t just mean he can empathize really well with people, i mean he can feel another person’s emotions as his own. from the superpower wiki “The user can fully interpret the emotions, moods, and temperaments of others without reading apparent symptoms.” and yall. this is where i go full blown conspiracy theorist. i don’t really have much major evidence, just a bunch of small things that add up.

1. galo knows exactly what to tell aina in their heart to heart in the lake scene. 2. he relatively easily believes lio when he tells him something is up with the foresight foundation. 3. galo knows something is up with kr*y before he busts out his question. 4. he knows what to say to hit heris where it hurts, but he says it sadly, like it’ll hurt him too. 5. he jolts like he’s been hit before the destruction ever starts in his cell/promepolis. 6. he sees the tears on lio’s dragon where no one else does. 7. he knows exactly what to say to lio to get through his anger. 8. he talks to lio about his emotions like he knows how he’s feeling in the deus ex machina on the way to the parnassus. 9. he easily goes along with lio’s plan to ‘burn down the earth.’ again, all minor things, but to me they add up a lot. this kind of breaks down regarding kr*y but denial is a very powerful thing, and so is emotional projection. and again you could say ‘these are all just things people with regular empathy can do.’ and again i’d say ‘but why ruin my fun?’

as an additional little thing for both of these theories, galo has red pupils, which could act as an outward signifier for a mutation, as no one else has them.

and that’s a wrap! hope yall enjoyed reading my galo has a mutation conspiracy theories :)

#promare #galo thymos #meta #text post #my posts #had to rewrite this cause of a mistake :(#please pray for my back and my hands #also. i told yall this was conspiracy theorish

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booksandwords · 3 years

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Saffron Alley by A.J. Demas

Series: Sword Dance, #2 Read time: 3 Days Rating: 4/5

The quote: “He looks very nice—and I do mean very nice—but more importantly, Marzana had nothing but good to say about him. We just didn’t know you were … well. Quite frankly, we didn’t know you were in the market for handsome soldiers—but perhaps you didn’t know that yourself?” “I … I did and I didn’t.” — Chereia and Varazda

Saffron Alley has ties to Sword Dance. While you can maybe read them stand alone I would not recommend it. The case that Varazda is chasing in Sword Dance is still being dealt with in Saffron Alley. This picks up a month later the day Damiskos, referred to mostly as Dami in this book, is due to arrive in Boukos to see Varazda and his family. While Sword Dance was from Damiskos's perspective, Saffron Alley is from Varazda's. We get to meet his family and see the place he has made his home. His family are wonderful and not quite what I expected. They were freed by the Zash ambassador 7 years earlier, Ariston is now 21, Yazata's age isn't given but I suspect he's about the same age as Varazda. Yazata is a bit of an introvert, his life prior to being freed was ugly, he's a homebody. He feels the need to protect. His coding appears to be as an aroace. Ariston is more outgoing and an apprentice sculptor, a lot of his good adjustment is down to Varazda. Much of the story revolves around him. Both Yaz and Ariston are suspicious of Dami and his reasons for being there, due to the closeness of their family bond they are all they have. Their houses are stunning, and I would love you see a visualisation of it, they have shared houses with knocked out walls communal spaces and huge practice space for Varazda. There were some guest appearances from the characters in One Night in Boukos Marzana and Chereia, I thought I remembered seeing Bedar's name as well but apparently not. I haven't read that book, and don't really have much of an interest. Marzana and Chereia are both lovely.

On the names in Saffron Alley. In Sword Dance, Varazda has two names, Varazda his Zash name and Pharastes his Pseuchaian name. That pattern of names continues in Saffron Alley with his family but with a complication. Yazata is also called Iasta by Pseuchaians. Remi is called Umit by Yazata, Ummi is her true name, I really appreciate the cultural aspect displayed there. The character that Varazda always referred to as Tash (Pseuchaian name was Tasos) now uses the name Ariston for everyone. Effectively meaning Varazda is deadnaming him. Personally, I like the choice to have Varazda deadname Ariston. It makes it interesting for a reader. We are in the head of someone who is truly trying to change their thought processes but its a long term habit. The change is recent even he is astounded when people call him by the right name at times, Damiskos studiously refers to Ariston as Ariston despite Yazata, Varazda and members of the community slipping and calling Ariston Tash. Remi is an angel she is so good with Ariston's name, Varazda's pronouns and Damiskos's appearance in her life. Varazda is trying to change, trying to adjust through the book there is this interesting disconnect where he will call Ariston Ariston when it is spoken but think of him as Tash. It's imperfect and that is why I like it. Even though Ariston hasn't changed his gender, it's remains something to adjust to and he must be shown that respect but I can't imagine how hard it must be for families to be to adjust to a name they have used for a long time. It's not an instant switch for fiction to treat it as such is in a way disrespectful. On some Greek Mythological ties. There are a number of very clear mythological names in this. Kallisto struck me straight away. Mythologically she was one of Artemis's nymphs, seduced by Zeus and then cast out eventually meeting her end by either Hera or Artemis (depending on the version). Her father was Lycaon which is quite similar to Lykanos. Though Lycaon was a whole separate mess. Leto is a goddess of motherhood. I'm guessing there are others I missed. I suspect all the names are used in an ironical sense.

Random quote and annotation dump for this one.

“I think all that makes sense.” He’d been quiet because he was listening raptly to his friend and his lover finishing each other’s sentences. — This was Varazda about Dami and Marzana. It would be one thing to witness lovers complete each other's sentences, quite another to watch your fairly close friend and your lover.

“The Asteria is in honour of Kerialos.” “Oh, right, of course. The one where the women take over the city.” Varazda nodded. “And men are expected to stay home unless they have a chaperone.” “I’ve heard they can be quite strict about it.” After a moment, looking at Varazda thoughtfully, he said, “What do you do?” The question pleased Varazda. He liked that Dami didn’t take it for granted that he knew which side Varazda would fall on, when the city divided itself by sex. — The whole idea of Asteria is so much fun to me. The rules are great. This whole interaction made me smile and is a brilliant demonstration of Dami's attentiveness. Also Asteria, another Greek Goddess and titaness, sister to Leto, mother to Hecate.

She was the kind of woman you might call “striking rather than beautiful.” — Not sure if this is intended as vaguely insulting. I think it's a pretty good descriptor.

“I think,” said Varazda slowly, “that maybe we should stop using the word ‘normal,’ because I’m no longer sure what it means—but falling in love with someone and wanting to be with them is pretty common. Even somebody older or younger—or the same age—or who has a strange job or comes from a different sort of family or any of that.” — I really think this is just good advice.

she was what a goddess of battle would really look like: naked and bloodied and powerful, with her hair down around her shoulders and weapons in each hand. — I mean yeah. She really does. The lady is an absolute badass when she needs to be.

But it can be useful, sometimes, to have a few imbeciles whom one can deploy when one does not want a job done well. — This is one of the best quotes I've read in quite a while. I laughed.

I'm not sure what sort of book this is in a way it isn't strictly plot-driven and it isn't driven by the characters. But the characters are why I came to it. I adore Damiskos and Varazda. Varazda is a wonderful enby who holds his family together by the power of his own will alone and through a terrifying amount of sacrifices. Which leads him to be willing to give up the one thing he has wanted for himself in a long time. During the Asteria festival, we get a look inside Varazda's head when she in a female mood. I found this whole section stunning. She rode the tide of exhilaration raised by the communal dance, the easy flow of it, the mixture of masculine and feminine that might have been made for her, but was really a high mystery of the Boukossian women’s festival. She looked for Dami on the benches, and there he was, watching her." Damiskos is gloriously attentive to Varazda at all times. While he is not quick to anger, he gets angry at the men that hurt Varazda in his past, and I personally find that highly romantic. He is more than willing to do what gives Varazda pleasure and always puts Varazda first. There is a repeated line ‘I like a lot of things.’ which is honestly one of my favourite lines when it is explained. Damiskos's willingness to respect Varazda's boundaries and limitations even when Varazda is drunk and begging him is something I really appreciated. When they first come back together they aren't sure how to behave reading them find their beat again was enjoyable. The great joy? Their chemistry as they perform together. Varazda as a dancer and Damiskos as his accompanist. That dance... I want to see it performed.

I found Saffron Alley really slow it start and slightly difficult to get into but it ends beautifully. There is a lot of happiness. I didn't really expect those players on those roles. For the endgame but it is effective. According to a reply by A.J. Demas in February 2020, there is a third book in the Sword Dance series, I did originally read this was a trilogy (somewhere). But I don't see where it goes from here. The story arc from Sword Dance itself and the arcs in this appear to be wrapped up. There is the option of Damiskos and Varazda going on a spy mission together (given their chemistry especially when they are performing) or maybe something in Zash. But at least in theory, Varazda can't go back to Zash without dire consequences. Just some things to keep in mind there is a scene of domestic abuse, deadnaming, enby-phobia. I think I'm missing something.

#sword dance #saffron alley #a.j. demas #book review #lgbtq #non binary #disabilites #historical fiction #ktreviews #read 2021

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c-h-pictures · 4 years

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Sides incorrect board game quotes - Monopoly Part 3

There weren’t as many this time because most of it was just screaming, crying or laughing - but each side gets a noise of pain debating on which one worked with which family member.

This version was a version that we got a while ago. It has different cards including having to give facts. I don’t know if Logan knows much about dinosaurs, but I had a massive obsession as a child so we’re going to pretend that he did as well for the purpose of quotes.

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Patton: *laughs as he lands on a massive rent*

Patton: I’m laughing to hide my pain.

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Roman: *lands on massive rent owned by Remus*

Roman: No! No! I will not! I will not pay you this much! Anyone else! Not you!

Roman: *proceeds to pay Remus*

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Logan: *constantly corrects all of the facts*

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Logan: But that card wouldn’t work - you would only know if you were the last species to go extinct once you’d gone extinct, so you can’t recieve any money. Put it in the centre.

Janus: Dinosaurs didn’t have money!

Logan: And that too.

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Patton: Ah! Fu - *stops*

Virgil: Patton!

Remus: And we now witness Morality’s decent to madness as he attempts to swear.

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Remy: I love you, but I dispise you with a passion.

Emile: Sorry, but it’s the only way to win.

#sanders sides incorrect quotes #sanders sides board game #sanders sides #patton sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #janus sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #remy sanders #emile pacani #remile

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vintage-squid · 4 years

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The Fruits of Love

Summary: "When we first met, you thought I was a pompous airhead and I thought you were nothing short of insufferable. If anyone had told me then I would one day spend my mornings waking up in your arms and kissing your illegally handsome face, I’d have told them to take a long walk off a short pier." Logan can't believe the wedding is finally happening, but even his nerves can't stop him from marrying the prince of his dreams.

Pairings: Logan/Roman, brotherly Virgil/Logan, background Virgil/Deceit/Patton

Rating: G Warnings: a whole heckin lotta fluff On AO3

I realized I never posted this to tumblr lol, so here yall go

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Logan exhaled deep and slow as he took one final look at himself in the full-length mirror. He smoothed his hands over the skirt of his dress, trying to focus on the sensation of smooth silk and textured ruffle rather than the clammy chill that had settled into his palms. The layers over his hips accented his low curves, holding him in an embrace as comforting as his fiance did each night. There was not a crinkle to be found in the fabric, nor a hair out of place from his wavy curls, and yet he felt as disheveled as the dressing room around him, which had been cleared of his half of their wedding party only moments before as they scrambled to get the finishing touches of their outfits in order before the ceremony.

Now, the groom-to-be was alone with his thoughts and a raising heart rate. He could do this, there was no reason for the flush of nervousness that sent a cool tingly sensation to the tips of his manicured fingers and toes (styled like miniature galaxies, of course, his brother was an exceptional artist, even with nail polish). There were less people out there than in any of his lectures, and all of the audience would be close friends and family, and yet...and yet…

He startled when someone softly knocked on the door, looking over his shoulder to see his brother, and best man, peeking in.

“You almost ready?” Virgil asked, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. With what was likely a pitiful expression, Logan turned and reached for his older brother. Virgil didn’t hesitate to step closer, gathering him close. He cupped Logan’s face, smoothing his thumbs over his brother’s cheeks and drawing him close to touch their foreheads together. “Hey, it’s gonna be okay, LB. The love of your life is waiting for you out there, annoying as ever, but looking damn good too. Just don’t tell him I said that, or I’ll never hear the end of it.”

Logan huffed a small laugh, both at Virgil’s never-ending rivalry with his fiance, and the childhood nickname he would never shake - not that he wanted to. LB. Logan Baras. Little Brother. Logan Berries. Lotsa Binch. Really, it was getting ridiculous at this point, but it was an in-joke that had been evolving since they were in grade school. It was also part of the reason why Logan had asked to keep his last name, or hyphenate the two, after the wedding; he couldn’t bear to part with such an ingrained part of himself. Thankfully, Baras-Sanders rolled off the tongue quite nicely, in his opinion.

He raised his hands, mirroring his elder brother’s position to cradle Virgil’s face in turn. “I swear that will remain between you and I, else I will never hear the end of his gloating over your compliment either.” The pair chuckled before Logan trailed off with a sigh. “I .. I am…” A second shaky exhale. “I’m anxious, VB.” Virgil Baras. Very (Big) Brother. Vigilant Bro-tector. Vain Bastard. An eye for an eye, as they say. “I know our friends and family support our relationship, but many of them are unaware that I will be wearing a dress and make-up! Not to mention how unorthodox our choice of venue is - I can’t believe I let him talk me into hosting our wedding at his theater, and -”

“Hey!” Virgil’s low voice cut him off with a small shake of his head. “Hey... it’s my job to be the worry-wart here, remember? Deep breaths, okay? And stop chewing on your lip! Do you know how long it took me to get that ombre just right?”

Logan rolled his eyes, but obliged; he really didn’t want to sit through another session of his brother’s perfectionist fussing.

“Now, you look fucking amazing. Like damn gurl, slay it.” Virgil’s deadpanned drawl in a mockery of their mutual friend, Remy, had Logan snorting a giggle. “But seriously, LB, I can promise you that everyone out there is going to be stunned at how gorgeous this dress is, and how radiant you are… and no one more than that idiot you fell in love with. You’re gonna walk out there, and Za is gonna be with you to walk you down the aisle, and mom will be crying, and I’m gonna waiting on stage too, but you’re only gonna have eyes for the man you are marrying today.”

With a shaky smile and watery eyes, Logan lunged forward to wrap is older brother in a tight hug, burying his face into the crook of the other’s shoulder. “The proper pronunciation is ‘going to’, and I love you so goddamn much, VB.” Pulling back, he cycled a deep breath, and squeezed Virgil’s upper arms gently. “Thank you. Now, I believe we have a wedding to attend.”

Walking out of the dressing room arm-in-arm, the brothers snuck around the side doors so they could enter the theatre from the foyer with the rest of the wedding party. The assorted group of groomsmen, groomsladies, and friends of honour turned as they approached, the other best man breaking away to sweep Logan into a hug.

“Oh Lolo! You look stunning!” Patton pulled back, stars in his eyes as he looked over the whorls of colour covering the ballgown-style dress. “Wow…. This dress is absolutely perfect on you! And it matches your pretty make-up! Oh!! This is so wonderful!!” He fanned his face, trying to hold back the tears that were already threatening to fall. “I can’t believe you two are finally getting married!”

A blush graced Logan’s cheeks with a soft smile. “I cannot either; it feels like a dream come true.”

“Speaking of the wedding - we really need to get that started here, people!” A voice cut in, drawing the group’s attention to the ring-and-flower bearer of the ceremony. Denali approached the trio, slipping their hands into both Virgil and Patton’s. Their outfit was a delightful mix of both their genders: the tighter bodice giving way to a flared coattail-skirt with striped pants matched well with their colourful make-up - done on only one half of their face. The ensemble was completed with a wide-brimmed hat topped with an extravagantly flowing feather. “I love that you’re all being cutesy over here, I really do, but I don’t want to have to listen to Roman whine later that we left him standing at the altar. So-” They raised their voice, addressing the wedding party as a whole. “I need everyone to buddy up and line up! We have some gay nerds who need to get married!”

With a wave to cue the sound operator, the music began. A chuckle rippled through the crowd as they recognized the entrance music as a slowed version of the Lord of the Rings’ iconic theme. Virgil and Patton grinned at one another and planted a kiss on both of Denali’s cheeks simultaneously before linking arms and striding into the theater. Two by two, the rest of the wedding party followed, walking down the center aisle through the audience, and parting at the stage to walk up the stairs on each side. Their lines met once more to either side of Roman and the officiant, an array of suits and dresses in colours accenting the grooms’. Denali completed the proceeding on his own, tossing flower petals with a flourish so grand one would almost believe this was their wedding.

Then, the room faded into silence, and, as the opening notes of the original 1963 Doctor Who opening theme (stylized for a wedding procession, of course) played out, Logan rounded the corner. Arm linked with his Za, and a bouquet accented with peacock feathers held in his other hand, the groom looked ethereal in the spotlight. The blues and greys of his dress and make-up sparkled as he made his way past the most important people in his and Roman’s life, and if he had been able to look away from Roman’s eyes for a moment, he would have seen only love and awe radiating back from them.

Logan hugged his Za tightly as they stopped in front of the stage, smiling with tears in his eyes as his beloved parent tipped his head down to kiss his forehead. When Roman stepped down the stairs at center stage, his burgundy suit and silver filigree circlet lending him the regal air of royalty he had always hoped to achieve, his soon-to-be Za-in-law pulled him into a hug too. Ze guided the grooms’ hands together, squeezing them gently with a smile, and stepped back to sit with zir wife to watch as they officially welcomed another son into their lives.

Ever the gentleman, Roman helped his beloved up the steps, ensuring the skirt of his dress didn’t get caught under the practical blue flats Logan had chosen to wear. Thankfully, there was no train to wrangle, as it was an excess of fabric that Logan had no desire to waste or trip over. As they took their places, Virgil stepped forward to take the bouquet, letting the grooms hold both hands with matching smiles.

Clearing his throat, the officiant - and theater owner, and close friend of Roman’s - Thomas, began the ceremony.

“Mawage.” A smirk was tugging at his lips as both grooms’ jaws dropped. “Mawage is wot bwings us togeder today. Mawage, that bwessed awangement, that dweam wifin a dweam…” Slowly, Logan began to grin, Roman already biting his lip to muffle his giggles. “And wuv, tru wuv, will fowow you foweva..” Of course Thomas had chosen to quote the movie they had watched together on their first date. “So tweasure your wuv.”

The entire wedding party was giggling now, as well as a fair number in the audience. Thomas, looking far too pleased with himself, continued in his normal, exuberant tone. “I truly believe the pair standing before us today not only each embody the beautiful magic that blossoms in the heart when one has found true love, but they choose each and every day to work together to care for those precious gardens. They shared carefully tended clippings made from their vulnerabilities and strengths, their fears and their trust, and lovingly incorporated these parts of their partner into their hearts. At times, yes, there were weeds which needed to be pulled. Some just needed to be identified to deal with, while others required both of them pulling with all their might to remove. Those deep roots could have left holes in their gardens, but instead, our handsome grooms chose to fill in the spaces so new seedlings could begin to grow. The literal fruits of their labour have culminated here today, as they promise themselves to one another for the rest of their lives.”

Smiling widely, Thomas retrieved a ring box from the pocket of his suit and held it out. “Roman, I can tell you are absolutely bursting with the need to profess your love right now. We’ll let you say your vows first then.” A laugh rippled through the crowd, Logan snickering too as his betrothed shrugged with a sheepish smile but did not deny the claim.

With his fingers cupped under Logan’s, cradling and supporting them, Roman held up their joined hands and kissed his knuckles. “Hey nerd,” he began, drawing another laugh from their friends and family, and a smiling eye-roll from his beloved. “I can’t believe I’m lucky enough to be the one standing up here with you today. When we first met, you thought I was a pompous airhead and I thought you were nothing short of insufferable. If anyone had told me then I would one day spend my mornings waking up in your arms and kissing your illegally handsome face, I’d have told them to take a long walk off a short pier. But, by Julie Andrews, here we are, and I couldn’t imagine my life without you by my side. You are my greatest joy, my strongest support, and my deepest love. I swear, with every fibre of my being, I will spend everyday striving to be the same for you. I swear to care for you through the good and the bad, to celebrate your victories like they were my own, and to provide for you safety from the noise of the world when all you need is someone on your side. I love you, Logan, this I swear to you.”

Delicately plucking a ring from its satin cushion in the box, Roman cradled Logan’s hand and slipped the band over his left finger. The silver band was inset with three small red stones set on a diagonal, mimicking Orion’s belt - the only constellation Roman could confidently identify for years, frequently and loudly, much to their joined amusement. Woven through the gemstones was a simple silver filigree, and all of which perfectly complemented the engagement ring already at home on Logan’s finger.

If at all possible, Thomas was smiling wider, eyes damp. “Logan? It’s your turn.”

With a sniffle, Logan looked from the wedding band up into the eyes of his love, determined to make it through the ceremony without ruining his make-up. Tenderly, he shifted Roman’s hands so both cradled Logan’s left, around his rings, around their promise. Right hand freed, Logan reached up to cradle Roman’s cheek and smooth his thumb over those sharp cheekbones, accented today with a glittering highlight.

“Roman,” he began, voice a little strained with emotion. “Gods above, Ro, only you and that ridiculously handsome smile of yours could make me forget every carefully planned out word I wanted to say.” The couple shared a chuckle, Roman’s hands tightening briefly around his. “You are every bit the royalty you claim to be. Even now, I cannot recall which one of us began to pursue the other, but I will surely never forget how patient you have been with me through every step of our relationship. Not once have you ever asked more from me than I was willing to share, and nor did you get angry or leave when I requested we slow down because I was scared of how quickly I found myself falling for you. I used to relish in my solitude, in the silence of my own company, but somehow you managed to worm your stubborn way over my walls. You have become a vital part of my life, and I find it unnervingly quiet when you are not around. I cannot even enjoy star-gazing alone anymore! Roman, I need you to know, I would never have it any other way. I swear to care for you through the good and the bad, to celebrate your victories like they were my own, and to provide for you safety from the noise of the world when all you need is someone on your side. I love you, Roman, you truly are the prince of my dreams.”

There was not a dry eye in the theater as Logan retrieved the matching ring to his own from the box and slid it delicately onto Roman’s finger. The equally silver band sat alongside Roman’s engagement ring like it were expressly created to be there. The filigree crept around another trio of gemstones in the same position as Logan’s, though these were coloured a deep blue.

Clutching a hand to his heart, Thomas wiped the tears from his eye. “Roman James Sanders, do you take Logan to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Unable to look away from his love, Roman nodded with a wide smile. “I do.”

“Logan Wilson Baras, do you take Roman to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Logan nodded and squeezed their rejoined hands. “I do.”

“Then by the powers vested in me by the province of British Columbia, I now pronounce you husband and husband! You may kiss the groom!”

Logan had only a moment’s notice at Roman’s shit-eating grin, before he was swung around into a dip, his husband’s - husband!! - knee supporting his back and arms around his shoulder and neck. “You are positively ridiculous,” he muttered, before tugging Roman by the tie to share their first kiss as a wedded couple. Cheers and applause erupted around them, including a wolf-whistle that could have just as easily been from any member of their wedding party.

Straightening, the couple leaned together, Roman’s arm around Logan’s back, hand resting comfortingly on his opposite hip. They grinned, their friends and family standing as Thomas’ voice rang out once more. “Guys, gals, and nonbinary pals, for the first time ever, I present to you Mr. and Mr. Baras-Sanders!”

As a second cheer arose, Virgil stepped over to hand Logan his bouquet again, pulling his brother into a tight hug. “Congrats LB,” he whispered, before standing back and applauding the newly weds.

‘Love you’, Logan mouthed in return, smiling at his brother before turning back to Roman to join their hands and take their first steps into the next adventure of their lives together.

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