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ydlmaiki · 1 year

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⚠️This Short Writing Scenario is an AU of Good Omens but with my OCs, So it has minor spoilers to Good Omens s02 e06 last 10 min. or so

If you haven't seen Good omes and is planning to watch it, I dont recommended reading it, but if you dont care, then go for it I guees, you are your own Lord, no one can tell you what to do⚠️

🔴⚠️ Mention of slight Abuse⚠️🔴

🔴⚠️Slight Homophobia ⚠️🔴

🔴⚠️ People Kissing⚠️🔴

Norman's Point of View

as I was waiting for my friend to return from chit-chat with Lord Mauri outside, a Lady & Man that We tried to hook up entered the bookshop, it was my friend Hanah and her "friend" Tom

Hanah: Hello Norman

Norman: Hana and Tom! what an pleasure to see you both, would you like a cup of tea, or perhaps, coffee?

I asked as I started walking upstair to the kitchen+livingroom (both of them were following him)

Hanah: Not really for me, what about you Tom?

Tom: Hm, Can I get water please?

Norman: of course

I said as both of them sat on the couch, I gave the water to tom and he thanked me, I took a chair from the kitchen part and put it in front of them and sat

Norman: Soo, what brings you here? I guess it isn't some books right?

Hanah: Isn't it obvious Norman? you and your boyfriend have been trying to hook up us, even tho, I already have partner

I was suprised by her "boyfriend" I mean, he isnt my "boyfriend" he is my Best friend, even tho he is supposed to be my enemy

Norman: We aren't a pair, We are just buddies, ya know? what is the term that you use here, Homies? I think it was like that

Hanah: Yea sure then, Anyway, why were you trying to hook us up? like, he isn't even my type

Tom looked kinda sad and disappointed

Tom: I mean, she got a point, We both wants to be left alone in peace, and not some two gays trying to hook us up

Gays?! I am sorry, But I am not in LOVE with him, I guess sure he looks pretty, with his Raven black hair that just waves in the wind, or his whiskey/Hazelnut eyes that just shine against the moonlight, but thats like all

Hanah: Look, I am just kinda worried about you, you should talk about how you feel about him, its not healthy to try hook up other people instead of hooking up with each other

Tom: thats true

Normam: Uhh, so, what do YOU want ME to do?

Hanah: just tell Mr. Gersch how you feel and talk stuff out

Norman: hahaha, thats hilarious, we have knew eachother for many years, we dont have anything to talk about, we know eachother, we are like family

Hanah: Norman, there is something in you isnt it? I have noticed how you were sometimes staring at him in lovey dovey way

as she finished the sentence, I kinda was lost in thought, I mean, He is indeed a beautiful Angel, one of the most Kindest and yet Overprotective Angel I have seen.The different popular fashion styles that he wears everyday and always say "whaaaat? black is an popular colour, and if we are supposed to blend in, then it works perfectly" somewhat maded me Chuckle and blush always. He even once wore an crop top and hoodie over it, I almost faint on how se-

Norman: Ou

Tom: what is it?

Norman: emm nothing, but yea, I will try to talk to him okay?

I stand up and walked them out of the store and then waved at them

I closed the doors, and decided to look through some Books that I have, I got stuck in the young adult/romance section.I then started looking through the books and was repeating the same line over and over again "Do I love Aaran? Do I really love him? Do I-" I heard an Bell ring when Someone enters the shop, I turned around and noticed it was Aaran and he had happy face and was moving happily, you could say it like that

Norman: by the face you have and the way you move, I guess we aren't in that big problem?

Aaran: surprisingly, no, Even tho, it was quiet chaotic what happened, Anyway! I have some very great news for you my dear

I looked confused, what great news could Lord Mauri gave him? he isn't the nicest guy, so I am not sure

Norman: What is it? also, I would like to talk about something later

Aaran: ou, okay? so em, Me and Lord, we were like talking outside at the cafeteria about what will we do with the free space of Supreme Archangel since traitor Rozzie and Enemy Janne left

he started walking closer to me

Aaran: sooo he gave me the idea to become the Supreme Archangel, but thats not all my dear

he was standing right in front of me with an big smile and happy eyes

Aaran: he aslo promised that he would bring you back as Angel! isnt that just great?

I was shocked and left speechless

Aaran: We can be together in heaven, and make it a better place

Together? in heaven?

Norman: What? please tell me you said no to that

he looked at me suprised and sad

Norman: tell me, you said no, please

Aaran: I mean, I said that I need time to think about it, but he said "what there to think about? its an amazing choice dude" sooo I then emm

I looked devastated and disappointed on him, Why he would agree to be The Ruler Archangel or how is it called

Norman: Angel, did you forget what they do? they are heaven, they don't care about anyone, all they care is power, and I dont want the same happen to you, okay?

I said as I touched both of his arms

Norman: Please, I want you to stay with me okay?

Aaran: but we can be together in heaven

Norman: no, its definitely some trap, If I would go back there ,I would get killed for who I am

Aaran: why would they kill you? is it because of the Armageddon?

at that moment I realised that I never told him about my gender preference, its true we knew each other over 6000 years, but we never talked about our secrets

I then Decided to stop holding him

Aaran: I am sorry Norman, but I have to do it

Norman: do what?

Aaran: Be the Supreme Archangel, I can change the heaven to Better place

Norman: so you would rather choose heaven over me?

when I finished the sentence, it seems like the wind here got thicker. Aaran looked at me suprised

Aaran: wha- of course not, I wouldn't leave you

Norman: then dont go, stay with me, on OUR side, we don't need them they are toxic

Aaran: but my dear, you can go back being angel, being the Almighty Zalkien, the one who is capable of magic and healing

I felt sad when he said it, to be honest I am happy that I have fallen, that place is horrible than the hell.I wanted to cry, so I decided to walk up the stairs to my room

Aaran: where are you going?

Norman: I am leaving, so you can go being the Supreme Archangel without me

Aaran: but I care about you

Norman: Can you just fu**ing leave me alone, like everyone else did?!!

I looked at him from the stairs as I shouted those words

He looked at me with an fear in his face, but he also seemed worried

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__________Aaran's Point of View____________

I was shocked that he drove at me like that, his face had small tears on his eyes, Oh Amolos, what have I done? He then ran up the stairs, before I could even catch

Aaran: WAIT PlEA-

I couldn't even finish and he already slammed his door wich maded loud noise

I looked at my hands and everywhere in the room, it was my fault, what I was even thinking? of course he won't like to go back because he is demon. No, he doesn't wanna because he wants to be with me here, I felt Horrendous, I felt like I should go upstairs and calm him down, I heard someone open the door wich maded the bell rink, but I didn't turn around to look who it was, I was staring at those stairs and thinking what I have said

Mauri: Soooo Is he going with us ooorr?

After of thinking and regretting my choices, I decided to stay, its the best option for both of us, because even if being supreme Archangel where you have almost all power to do whatever you want, it won't be good without him there, there is no point in doing it without him, so I turned around and looked at him

Aaran: I think I will rather decline your offer

Mauri: what are you talking about? is this some joke?

Aaran: I am saying, that I don't wanna be the Supreme Archangel

he looked at me shocked and waved his arms in the air

and laughed of bit

Mauri: You are joking right? because normally, an Angel would kill someone to be an Supreme Archangel

Aaran: Well, I guess I am different then. The offer does sound nice, but I em, prefer being the emotional support side-kick then being a leader

he looked at me pissed and then looked at the stairs and back at me with some disgusted smirk

Mauri: did HE told you something? because I bet my ass that, that the fucking homosexual demon did some of his miracle to change your mind

I was suprised, Homosexual? its kinda weird, because Demons and Angels dont have like gender. I get that he wouldn't date Someone who looks like a woman, but why he never told me that?

Aaran: what are you talking about?

Mauri: ouuuu, he never told you, did he? why do you think he fell, huh?

Aaran: I dont know, he never talked about him falling

Mauri: Yea makes sense, He was Gods favourite Angel you know? but he just one day, told me that he wouldn't date someone who looks like woman and also kissed one of his "boyfriend" so thats why he fell, well, main reason

I felt sad for him, it makes sense he wouldn't like to comeback because of that, but then they said something that maded my blood boil

Mauri: He is an A***ole, they should have killed him there, we had to torture him before he fell

Aaran: you what?!

I said with suprised voice and kinda pissed

Mauri: what? oh c'moon, it was joke Xavier, and also it was funny how he used to cr-

I got closer to him wich maded him stop talking. I was soooooo close to just kill him, I dont like when someone is talking bad stuff about him behind his back and how could a person do those horrendous stuff, especially an Angel for hergot sake

Mauri: Whoa Whoa man, No need to be so offensive, he is Demon in the final, so it doesn't matter you know?

Aaran: but he still have feelings, you guys hurted him

Mauri: why do you care about him? he is just a fagg-

I slapped his face, I will not let him use slur against him, no one should be mean towards people who loves the same gender as them

Mauri: Ou, that hurted you know?

Aaran: leave, NOW!

I shouted and pointed at the door

He looked at me very pissed and still holding his cheek

Mauri: Fine, but dont expect you will return back like nothing happened

he turned and stomped his way out of the shop

I went up the stairs, there was small hall with three doors, First on the right was his room, second one on the left that was in the middle was kitchen and living room, and the last door that was completely back on right was bathroom and there is window on the end of hall

I stand in front of his door and knocked twice

Aaran: Dear? are you okay there?

I asked but heard nothing

so I knocked again but louder

Aaran: May I enter?

I heard like someone waking up and walking to the door

Norman: What do you want?

he said behind the door

Aaran: Hello dear, may I enter?

Norman: why? you hurted me enough

Aaran: what? no! I would never ever hurt you on purpose

Norman: well, good job, because you just did

I let out small disappointment sigh

Aaran: Norman, I am so sorry, it was my fault for acting stupid and trying to force you to do something you dont wanna, i am really sorry

then there was silence

I heard unlocking door, he opened the door a bit and had his fingers on the edge of the door

Norman: Do you truly feel sorry?

Aaran: of course I do

he then opened the door fully and stand in the door. His beautiful ginger curly hair was more messy then before and the hair hided his eyes, but his eyes were stll visible and also bit tired.He also have dried tears on his cheek and is wearing black long sleeve shirt and grey sweatpants

Aaran: Oh my Amolos, I am so sorry

I said as I got closer to him and wanted to touch his face ,but he catched my hand and looked into my eyes. He then let go of my arm

Norman: I- I am sorry, I wasn't supposed to get too emotional over that, it was stupid from me to drove out like that

Aaran: no no, its okay, I get it, you just had rough life up there

Norman: did Mauri told you something?

Aaran: nothing much, he just told me that when I would return to heaven, that they won't be so nice

Norman: Makes sense, anyway, could you please help close the shop? its already pass the time

Aaran: of course my dear

We went down the stairs and checked if everything is on the place, I picked up my plants and some other stuff that I had in the bookshop for while, bcs Heaven got my place moved out after the Armageddon, so I had to stay for while in the bookshop until I found new one.

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__________Norman's Point of View____________

As I helped him getting his stuff into his MPV car I decided to ask him if he would like some drink before going

[CB] Aaran: No thank you, I need to drive home sober

[CB] Norman: I didnt ment wine, we could just, drink tea or cup of coffee

[CB] Aaran: Well, if you insist, I guess good cup of coffee would be good

so we both went back into my book shop and he sat on the couch while I maded the coffee

Norman: here you go

I said as I bring him the cup of coffee and sat next to him

Aaran: thank you my dear, its really kind of you

Norman: oh c'mon Angel, you are my friend after all

Aaran: yea "friend", hehehe

he said and drank the cup of coffee and had suprised face

Aaran: how come it is not hot and just warm?

Norman: I dont boil the water until the kettle scream, I let it boil for few second and them turn of

Aaran: interesting

he said and drank from the coffee again, Then I remembered what Hanah told me today, to talk to him about how I feel, but I didn't knew how to start, so I decided to start like this

Norman: Do you remember back in like 17th where we were on the first showcase of guillotine?

Aaran: you mean how some man got his head cut of by huge blade?

Norman: Yes, what was his name? Nick I believe?

Aaran: yea something like that, why are you asking?

Norman: Well, remember how I invited you to my house and drank some wine?

His face went suprised and started chuckling

Aaran: Oh my amolooos! You mean how we got sooo drunk that we couldn't remember much what happened?

Norman: Yeaa! I mean, it was such an fun back then

we then both were laughing and talking about humans and french renaissance. After a whille of talking, we were touching our thigh's and I was staring at his pretty face while he was laughing, he then looked at me smiling wich turned into suprised

I turned my face blushing

Aaran: Aww Norman, you are still the same guy, you didn't even changed a bit after those 6000 years

he laughed and pat my back

Norman: Yea, I em, I wanna tell you something about how we got drunk in the france

Aaran: yea what is it?

Norman: you see, when we em were sitting next to eachother, Talking and laughing while you were em kinda laying on my chest

it was hard for me to talk about it, without putting my head in my hands and blushing

Norman: and then after while our heads were soo close that we could em almost k-kiss?

I swallowed after that sentence

Norman: I mean, I did em pushed you after emmm that, hehe

I let out a small laugh and looked at him smiling in nervous way, he had his mouth open slightly, gosh

Aaran: Oh My-, I- I dont remember that happening, I was definitely totally drunk at that time, I am so sorry

Norman: nono its okay, I just em, woaw! look at that time! it will be almost 10 PM

I said as I pointed on my clock on the wall. We both stand up and walked down the stair

As I was standing between the ile of books and he was in front of the door about to leave, he turned around and ask

Aaran: why did you mentioned the drunk accident? I thought we agreed to never talk about it again, if I remember correctly

I had an big surprised face, I couldn't say to him that it was, because I wanted that to happen again, right?

No, I shouldn't wanted it, so I decided to say a lie

Norman: Well em you see, I thought that em it would be cool to talk about the em guillotine history

I said and smiled at him

he crossed his arms and looked at me with smirk,

Aaran: Norman, we both know you cant lie, especially your feelings towards me

Norman: what? I wasnt lying angel, I was speaking the complete truth

as I was about to leave to my door, something that I thought would only happen in dreams happened

he come up to me, grabbed my face and kissed ME, not some girl,no, it was ME who HE KISSED! A GUY! I had my eye open fully and arms opened, I thought he would stop, but he was continuing to nimb on MY LIPS! so I closed my eyes and hugged him,gosh, why I am doing it? I shouldn't like it, but it feelt so good.He then put his hands around my torso and went with his tongue wich maded me pull out from that

he looked suprised and had red cheeks

Aaran: why did you pull out now?

Norman: I- I was just suprised you did THAT!

he then chuckled a bit and smiled at me

Aaran: You seem to quite enjoy "that"

he said and kissed my cheek and lips

Norman: I- f**k, I em

he put a finger on my lips

Aaran: no need to use words Dear, or should I say

he went closer to my ear

Aaran: Love?

that sentence maded my brain explode, gave my heart 10 heart attacks and maded my stomach turn 180° both ways

Aaran: use affection my Love, if you wanna say something

he looked at me with his adorable puppy eyes and his mouth slightly open, Oh my Megeran, I cant believe this is real, Angel Aaran Gerch just kissed a Demon Norman Fell, and to be honest, I LOVED it, every second of it, his soft lips on my cold one, I- I wanted to do it again, but I wasn't sure he wanted to

Norman: could you em, do "that" again? please?

Aaran: you mean me kissing you?

Norman: Y-yea, please

he chuckled kinda and kissed me shortly, wich kinda maded me angry, so I kept repeating again and he repeatedly kept kissing me shortly, until we both started to chuckle from that and let out tired sigh. We were staring at each other eyes, holding each other and just smiling and blushing, wich maded me realise one thing that I didn't know until now

Norman: I loved you since the first day on the garden, Love

Aaran: I know my Dear, I know

he said and kissed my lips

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Author Notes

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Oh Lord, To be honest, it is longer then I expect it, soooo yea I hope you liked it, I just wanted to write the last 10/20 min. of Good omens ep6 in my style with my OC's, which is a LOT different (Good Omens was more tragic but mine was supposed to be more lovely-Dovey)

anyway have a nice day and yea

(left one is season 1 and the right one is season 2)

Norman = Ginger

Aaran = Black Hair

#good omens #au #oc #writing #good omens au

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boasamishipper · 4 years

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tom cruise characters hair rates

Lestat de Lioncourt (Interview with the Vampire)

dramatic gay bitch with the long blonde curls to match. somehow has great hair even when he’s on fire or a depressed corpse in a basement, but apparently more than two hundred years of immortality have not inspired him to try out more than two (2) hairstyles. where are the pigtails. where are the braids. where is the lestat with the emo man bun that we deserve. 6.66/10 for wasted potential.

Joel Goodson (Risky Business)

his hair’s dorky but cute, which matches joel’s personality to a t. manages to go from a side part to a center part to a side part (somehow) over the course of the film and each variation looks equally nice. every strand of hair is always in place, no matter the situation, which - what is your secret, joel. what haircare products do you use? bonus points for being the only tom character with legit bangs. go originality. 7.5/10.

Maverick Mitchell (Top Gun)

ah, mav. major points right off the bat for having a hairstyle that is actually regulation (i love you ice but frosted tips in the navy??? how did you not get written up for that??? what is your secret???). LOVE the hint of floof potential though i wish you wouldn’t try and hide it with the hair gel or the helmet. embrace the floof mav. 10/7 (this rating is inverted).

Brian Flanagan (Cocktail)

now THIS is what i call good hair!!! the bounce! the shine! the floof! the swoop! the WAVES! even disheveled the floof is maintained. somehow his hair still looks good even when food gets dumped on top of it. (*damian from mean girls voice* that’s why his hair is so big; it’s full of bad poetry.) incredible perfect stupendous. every tom character needs to get on brian’s level. 10/10.

Cole Trickle (Days of Thunder)

okay look i know i said i loved brian’s hair the best bc of sheer floof factor (i may have a slight bias) but look at cole’s hair. look at that floof. that is honest, earnest, windswept floof. perfect to run your fingers through, as i’m sure claire can attest. unfortunately the floof starts to fizzle when dealt with sad news or injury or crushed under a helmet, but c’est la vie. only complaint is that his hair at that weird length where it’s too long to maintain easily and too short to put into a ponytail - but it is the perfect length for a flower crown, so. 9/10.

Charlie Babbitt (Rain Man)

pretentious yuppie hairstyle for a pretentious yuppie boy. his hair starts getting some bounce and floof with every feeling he experiences - so far the record to beat is one (1) feeling - but not enough and not fast enough. get him out of my sight. 2/10.

Danny Kaffee (A Few Good Men)

coiffed, well-maintained, professional and fully adhering to regulations - none of which fits danny necessarily, but the hair works. nice and neat, just a hint of bounce. great side part. love the color. not a fan of the attempt at bangs. save that for joel, danny. and get your fingers out of your mouth. 6/10.

Jerry Maguire (Jerry Maguire)

not as bad as charlie babbitt, but still pretty pretentious. little too much hair gel at times. good bounce, frames the face pretty nicely. switches from a side part to a center part depending on the stress level. seems to be going for that rumpled casual look which does not at all come off as rumpled and casual. the more stress, the more unkempt the hair becomes (and the more strands start peeking out). consensus? the man needs a good night’s rest and a better hair care routine (and definitely therapy). help me help you, jerry. 3/10.

Ray Ferrier (War of the Worlds)

starts out short and neat and gets progressively dirtier and messier as the story goes on - which, you know. alien invasion, fleeing your home, running for your life. that’s legit. wash the blood and grit out of your hair, get a good night’s rest. maybe just stick with the baseball cap? you do you, ray. 5/10.

Roy Miller (Knight and Day)

soft sunshine hair for the soft sunshine boy. his skills in the field are impeccable and so is his hair. the number one item on his bucket list (below changing his name legally to mr. june havens) is having someone run their hands through his hair and also possibly braid it. please let roy miller relax and also *t’challa voice* Give This Man A Flower Crown. 9/10.

Stacee Jaxx (Rock of Ages)

long sexy rock star hair for the sexy rock star and yet does he do a SINGLE thing with it besides that bandana that one time or the cowboy hat? no. 2/10 for wasted potential. (also stacee: wash the bourbon out of your hair, maybe? just a thought.)

Jack Harper, Tech 49 (Oblivion)

nice good hair for a nice good boy. some call the hairstyle boring, i call it classic. a very solid poof at the front that droops and becomes sad later on but still looks good. luckily, looking good while being sad is something of a specialty for jack harper. if he finds any accessories or barrettes or hair ties in the wild he’d look very nice as well. 7/10.

Bill Cage (Edge of Tomorrow)

WHO CARES ABOUT YOUR HAIR THE PLANE IS GOING TO EXPLODE. (more boring than classic, extra points for the bounciness and the fact that he’s got great hair literally no matter what point at the end of the world he’s at. 5/10.)

#tom cruise #top gun #edge of tomorrow #oblivion #risky business #a few good men #rock of ages #jerry maguire #rain man #days of thunder #cocktail #interview with the vampire #knight and day #war of the worlds #before anyone asks all of the ethan hairstyles will be rated SEPARATELY #and at a later date bc i have to eat dinner now lmao #my stuff #my edits

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seerofmike · 3 years

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Lobalore is endgame.

Spoilers for this week's comic ahead, but let's go.

>>first off, the elephant in the room...valkloba.

loba and bangalore have, objectively speaking, had the most development in their relationship. they had a lot of care and effort put into establishing their relationship--the fact that bangalore disliked loba heavily at first (and even providing some hints as to why in PQ), but not wanting her to suffer or get hurt because loba is on her squad and bangalore doesn't like seeing people hurt--to slowly becoming more trusting of one another--to copying each other's lingo--to spending lots of time together ("girl's night," revenant calls it)--to this season's comic, they have had a shit ton of relationship development.

valk has had none of that with loba. valk's flirty, has many lines referencing that she's gonna steal your girl, all that jazz. she flirts with loba. she has some connections with her, regarding trauma in their past, but all of that aside, they don't have what lobalore has, and that's a clear, visible trajectory of growth as characters. bangalore starts opening up in season 6--gets a shit ton of new voice lines added, and i don't mean interactions, i mean GAMEPLAY voice lines--to show that she's opening up.

lobalore are good for each other. valkloba would not be. if valkloba becomes a thing after bangalore "friendzoned" loba, then that effectively makes valkyrie the rebound, and that's not healthy, and i would sure fucking hope that wouldn't be the direction they take valkyrie's character in. introducing her only to make her loba's rebound would be shit character work.

so i don't think valkloba is gonna happen. at least...any time soon, if lobalore doesn't end up happening. but i think it will.

>>bangalore did not friendzone loba. loba did not confess or ask bangalore out--bangalore's nosy-ass friends asked if loba was gonna come in and give 'em a little show, and bangalore essentially told them to screw off (but politely). loba and her are just friends, she says, because anita is a private woman and this has been shown countless times, from BG to PQ to Casiello explicitly saying, on his twitter, that she is a private woman. If Bangalore returned Loba's feelings, she would NOT tell that to Ramya and Makoa.

>>Outside of the story, there are two other factors:

1. Queerbaiting. Half of this comic has been Loba keen on saving her princess, being the knight in shining armor (which is NICE, btw, considering the fact that bangalore is the more 'masculine' of the two and loba is the more feminine. it's a nice role switch) and there's been obvious instances of flirting or romantic hints. Including Loba just straight-up saying she has a date with a beautiful woman (Anita.)

Some of the devs are LGBT themselves--I can't imagine they would include such overt hints to a canon wlw (women-loving-women) relationship if they had no intent to follow through on it. Hell, they haven't even given this many overt hints to our other "most likely to be canon" ships, Crypto x Wattson or Mirage x Wraith. It's so much more vague for them and up to interpretation, but there is nothing up to intepretation for Loba and Bangalore this season. Loba has feelings for Bangalore. It's explicit. The devs would, should, be consiously aware of queerbaiting, and would've toned it down had Lobalore not been intended as endgame.

2. There is another lesbian in the roster. Casiello mentioned, when asked about upcoming lesbian characters (back in season 5), he said, "Coming...or is she already here? Or maybe both?"

Valk was obviously the one coming, but what about the one already here? Looking at the other characters in the roster (at that time), Anita seems like the most likely candidate. Of course, just because two gay characters exist it doesn't mean they HAVE to end up together (another reason why Valk being introduced AS the lesbian character only to immediately end up with Loba is an issue), but that's something to keep in mind.

Finally, it's been stated before that no ships will be canon...at least, not while tom casiello works there. in fact, he's stated that the day a ship becomes canon in apex, he'll leave. and guess what! he's gone.

I don't think Lobalore will be canon immediately. Hell, if they're canon in this week's community comic, I'll be shocked, because Apex looooves drawn-out, soap-opera drama--but I definitely think they're endgame. It just narratively makes sense, and the other alternatives don't spell good news for the story or characters, so...wishful thinking, almost?

#apex legends #lobalore #loba #bangalore #valkyrie

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gianarosegoestothemovies · 3 years

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New Queer Cinema

Starting from the late 1980s through early 1990s, a “new wave” of queer films became critically acclaimed in the film industry, allowing the freedom of sexuality to be featured in films without the burden of approval from the audience. This raw and honest film genre displays the truth, secrets, and vulnerability of the LGBTQ+ community and the representation that is deserved. The New Queer Cinema movement was started by scholar Ruby Rich who wrote “This movement in film and video was intensely political and aesthetically innovative, made possible by the debut of the camcorder, and driven initially by outrage over the unchecked spread of AIDS. The genre has grown to include an entire generation of queer artists, filmmakers, and activists.” (Rich) This movement started from Rich’s writing piece, not the filmmakers themselves. An article by Sam Moore discusses Rich’s start of the movement. He states, “Rich acknowledges that the films and filmmakers she considers under the umbrella of New Queer Cinema (including Todd Haynes, Cheryl Dunye, Isaac Julien, Gus Van Sant and Gregg Araki), don’t share a single aesthetic vocabulary or strategy or concern.” Instead, they’re unified by the ways that they queer existing narratives, subvert expectations and foreground queerness in material where it had been only implicit” (Moore). The journey through the New Queer Movement started with Ruby Rich defining the movement through her writing and inspiring filmmakers to continue producing movies with the correct representation.

Actress from Gone with the Wind Susan Hayward claimed that Queer cinema existed “decades” before an official title was given to the genre. French filmmaker Jean Cocteau created Le sang d'un poète in 1934 which is documented as one of the earliest Queer films. This avant-garde style of film is associated with Queer cinema filmmakers such as and is displayed in many upcoming films such as Ulrike Ottinger, Chantal Akerman and Pratibha Parmar. The influence of Queer theory that emerged from the late 1980s helped guide the movement with the creators. The theory states "Challenge and push further debates on gender and sexuality.” Another closely related statement by feminist theory states,"Confuse binary essentialisms around gender and sexual identity, expose their limitations.” Queer cinema filmmakers were sometimes known to depict their films in a “mainstream” way that is agreeable to the audience. There was no exposure to the truths and horrors that the LGBTQ+ community experience and had a lack of representation of historical elements or themes. The concept of “straightwashing” was described to filmmaker Derek Jarman’s 1991 historical film Edward II. This film received backlash from the LGBTQ+ community due to the film’s queer representation catering to heterosexuality and heteronormativity.

The truth of the movement was for Queer films to stop romanticizing or bringing positive images of gay men and lesbian woman. The push for authenticity and liberation for the community needed to be represented in films. New Queer films were more radical and sought to challenge social norms of “identity, gender, class, family and society.” (Wikiwand.com).

To quote the amazing drag queen of all time RuPaul “Everyone is born naked, and the rest is drag” the idea of gender identity and representation in the community is unlimited, why do you need to follow the norms of society when anything is possible? The late 90s documentary Paris is Burning introduced the audience to drag culture in New York City and the people of color who were involved in the community. The term “aesthetic” was repetitive in the research of New Queer Cinema which suggests the significance involved with the style of the films. The documentary includes the aesthetic of the drag world involving the makeup, fashion, and politics. AIDS activism was involved heavily in New Queer films and ridiculed the failure of Ronald Reagans acknowledgment of epidemic and the social stigma experienced by the gay community. Conservative politics occurred during this movement resulting in lack of media coverage and government assistance for the LGTBQ+ community. This political struggle did not discourage the community and the fight is still continuing today.

Beginning in the 2010s LGBT filmmakers Rose Troche and Travis Mathews created a “newer trend” in queer filmmaking that evolved toward more universal audience appeal. In an article from Wikiwand.com states,

“Rich, the originator of the phrase New Queer Cinema, has identified the emergence in the late 2000s of LGBT-themed mainstream films such as Brokeback Mountain, Milk, and The Kids Are All Right as a key moment in the evolution of the genre.[20] Both Troche and Mathews singled out Stacie Passon’s 2013 Concussion, a film about marital infidelity in which the central characters' lesbianism is a relatively minor aspect of a story and the primary theme is how a long-term relationship can become troubled and unfulfilling regardless of its gender configuration, as a prominent example of the trend” (Wikiwand).

The film Watermelon Woman was one of the first queer films I watched for a film class, and this film allowed me to dive deeper into the subject I care a lot about which is the representation of queer narratives about woman of color. Queer woman and men deal with the most discrimination. It is unfair and cruel to see the difference of racial treatment in the LGBTQ+ community because the backbone motto is full exclusion and equal rights. The film Watermelon Woman shined light on LGBTQ+ black woman and interrogated the “Mammy” stereotype that most films depict about black actresses. Minority narratives were pushed into the circuit of the movement with developed into the later academy-award winning film Moonlight that displays those representations makes film history!

Films to recognize in the height of the New Queer film movement are

Mala Noche (1986), Gus Van Sant, was an exploration of desire through the eyes of a young white store clerk named Walt and his obsession with a young undocumented immigrant named Johnny. The film is shot in black and white on 16mm film, contains many of the early Van Sant fixations that viewers would later see get refined in My Own Private Idaho, including male hustlers, illegality, and class.

Chinese Characters (1986), Richard Fung, this early film asks still-pressing questions about the nature of gay desire when it’s mediated via pornographic images of white men. The video defies genre, mixing documentary with performance art and archival footage to explore the tensions of being a gay Asian man looking at porn.

Looking for Langston (1989), Isaac Julien, this short film, a tribute to the life and work of Langston Hughes, is a beautiful and vibrant elegy. Julien creates a lineage of queer black ancestors for himself. The film moves like the poetry it recites, playing with the gaze and how various eyes look upon the black male body.

Tongues Untied (1989), Marlon Riggs, guided by the writer Joseph Beam’s statement, “Black men loving black men is the revolutionary act,” Riggs goes through his own complicated journey of homophobia from other black people, and then racism in the gay community, to find a community of queer black people.

Poison (1991), Todd Haynes, the three parts of the film tell a story about ostracism, violence, and marginality: the bullied child who allegedly flies away after shooting his father in order to save his mother (“Hero”), a brilliant scientist who accidentally ingests his own serum to become the “leper sex killer” (“Horror”), and a sexual relationship between two men in a prison (“Homo”). Exploits radical work that Haynes later uses in his other films.

The Living End (1992), Gregg Araki, the film follows Luke, a sexy homicidal drifter who has a distaste for T-shirts, and Jon, an uptight film critic in Los Angeles. Both are HIV-positive, and as their relationship unfolds, they fight about being respectful or lustrous.

Swoon (1992), Tom Kalin, a black and white film that romanticizes wealthy Chicago lovers kill a 14-year-old boy named Bobby Franks because they want to see if they are smart enough to do it. The murder is more a play of power between them, with Loeb weaponizing sex as a way to control Leopold.

Rock Hudson’s Home Movies (1992), Mark Rappaport, Rock Hudson’s Home Movies is a documentary made up of glances and innuendos from Rock Hudson’s persona, displaying how this dashing, leading man of the Hollywood Golden Age was a closeted gay man.

MURDER and Murder (1996), Yvonne Rainer, is known for her experimental filmmaking and choreography, this film represents a late-in-life lesbian named Doris who suffers from neuroses and breast cancer. Her partner, Mildred, a queer academic, tells the story of their romance as older women. Rainer also makes appearances throughout the film in a tux, going on rants about smug homophobic parents while showing her bare chest with a mastectomy scar.

1992 was the year of the highest amount of New Queer films being produced and exceeding box office expectations. Upcoming 2000s films such as “Booksmart”, “Call me by your Name”, “The Prom”, and “Rocketman” all represent the truths and authenticity of the LGBTQ+ community and creates pathways for more films to include these cinematic themes. The movement continues to grow and succeed in the film industry with new creators and actors being more honest about the LGBTQ+ community.

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I was tagged by @pamouche and @borborai in this and I finally gotten around to doing it. Thanks so much!

Fav wtfock s3 things: honestly I could go on for hours about my love for this season it’s One of my favorite things to exist in the entire world. I have re-watched it so many times and it always leaves me feeling so happy. Some specifics: Robbe IJzermans, sweet sunshine, love and light of my life, I would throw myself in front of traffic for that boy I love him so much. He captured my heart in a way few ever have. This boy. He’s just such a caring and compassionate person. He’s got his little shit attitude, and he’s definitely a tiny brat, but he is also so full of love to give. I love that he’s not flashy. He’s not somebody that a lot of people are going to notice in a crowd. He’s overlooked by everyone, including his friends. But when you get to know him you see how remarkable he is, because few people are that genuinely good. And the way he grew from hurt and lonely and angry and afraid to happy and confident and not only accepting but proud of who he is makes me cry happy tears. He’s just the best. But the other best is the yin to his yang, his beautiful, wonderful, cool, bold, funny, sweet, and completely dorky art hoe of a soul mate, Sander Driesen. When I think of what my ideal Even would be, he is it. His heart is just right there for everyone to see and he doesn’t hide it. In fact he’s extra about showing it. He’s also vulnerable and needy and feels so very young to be going through such large struggles. He makes me laugh and cry and I would dive in front of the Skam France car for him as well. Love that kid so much. Sobbe. Do I really need to say it? Holy shit they are everything. Soulmates, best friends, loves of each other’s lives. Their chemistry is so good that it doesn’t even exist in this stratosphere. It’s otherworldly. The love that they feel for each other is tangible. They’re one of those couples that when I look at them I think “now those two are going to make it”. You can just feel it. They also somehow manage to hit on so many beloved fanfic tropes but remain realistic because it’s actually canon. Like when couples in fanfic will call each other pet names but it’s rare you actually see it in canon. But sobbe is like hold my beer and goes all out with it. The way they express their love to each other is exactly what the other one needs. Sander is loud end boisterous and goes all out to make it clear to Robbe and everyone else on earth how he feels about this boy. He gives him things to make him feel special and he’s full of affection for him. Robbe is also extremely affectionate, he tells Sander what he needs to hear to feel safe and loved and they love spending time together. Their love is a balm for one another that soothes them both. And it’s clear that neither of them need the other more nor ever did. They both needed one another and met at a time in our lives that they were both in pretty low places and were exactly what the other needed. And they always will be. Sorry, getting emotional again. They’re the otp to end all otps. 🥺 The Soundtrack. I love every single song on the soundtrack. All of them, and I listened to the soundtrack so much on my Spotify that my entire top songs of 2020 were made up of wtfock s3 songs. They not only have excellent musical choices, but they are all placed within scenes so well that they perfectly complement what is happening in the narrative at any given point. Casa Milan and Zoenne and Robbe aka Flatshare Fam. I want to live there. It is so warm, it is so inviting, and it is filled with such love. The support that Robbe got from Milan, Zoë, and Senne was unmatched. I don’t know where he would’ve been without it. Could you imagine if he had had to live with his dad? How differently his story could’ve ended up? Especially with Milan, having someone not much older than he is who has gone through a lot of the same things he has. He was such a big brother figure and mentor and I’m so glad Robbe had that.

Fav clip: Scuse me I’m not picking just one so Dinsdag 16:31, Zaterdag 09:41, Woensdag 21:21, Mandaag 11:03, Zaterdag 08:44 and Woensdag 16:36

Fav scene: Their Vrijdag 21:21 reunion, morning after, ohn/mbm, singing to a shoe, the hotel scenes, and the grocery store. I’m not really sure of the distinction between a scene and a clip 😂

Fav shot: Oh god don’t make me choose. Their hands in Dinsdag 16:31 is a big one. The dual mirror shots of Robbe after Milan tells him about gay pride before the attack to him bruised and battered after. When Robbe is kneeling down beside Sander in Mandaag 11:03. The shot of Milan, Robbe, and Sander playing the pandemic game all cozy by the Christmas tree. Any shots of Robbe and Sander making heart eyes and/or kissing. Any close ups of Robbe’s face and eyes bc Herbots, man. Good god he’s amazing.

Fav kiss that Robbe initiates: Woensdag 21:21, Dinsdag 07:27 and Woensdag 17:21

Fav kiss that Sander initiates: Zaterdag 09:41, Dinsdag 16:31, and Vrijdag 21:21

Fav Sander dialogue: Can I say everything? Okay okay, I’ll give some examples. “Wow, that’s expensive!” “You and me, a hundred percent forever, in every universe.” “I’m holding onto you and I’m never letting go of you.” “🎵Ground control to major Tom. Circuit dead there’s something wrong.🎵” “Are you going to leave me behind?” (🥺) “Zero stars on booking.com.” “The moonlight was shining down on you and I knew immediately ‘he is the one’.” “Get ready to be mindblown!” “All the way or no way.” “Take it or leave it, eh?” “You could try bribing the teacher.” “Robin.” Also literally everything he said during wtfockdown because there’s not a moment where he isn’t iconic. But a really special moment, “Just because other people are close minded doesn’t mean that you should make your world smaller.”

Fav Robbe dialogue: “You touched me and I’ve never felt something like that.” “That kiss was really *head explosion noises*.” “Not in this universe.” “Sander, there is something between us. I love you.” “Jawel.” (I just love the way he says it, it’s so fuckin cute). “Fuck Chernobyl.” “Always.” And of course, his verse in eenvoud.

Fav hug: Mandaag 11:03 when Robbe holds a crying Sander. Also, does the spooning and cuddling in the hotel scenes and Dinsdag 07:27 count? Because I love that. Also Woensdag 17:21. Or really anytime Robbe is being a clingy koala. And we can’t forget his hug with Milan after he tells him about the attack. He really needed that comfort.

Fav 21:21: Nope. Nah in all seriousness they just hit different. Woensdag is my favorite in terms of clip alone because from beginning to end it is just so beautiful and perfect. The music, the tunnel, the pool, the kiss, just absolutely gorgeous. But at that time everything was still really new between them and the aftermath of that was rough. Vrijdag is my favorite clip in terms of what it means for Robbe and Sander. The clip itself is shorter, but it has much larger impact in terms of sobbe’s relationship. It’s not just their first time physically, but their emotional declaration to one another as well. It comes with a commitment. Also them falling off the bed laughing is the greatest thing ever. They are so HAPPY. So basically my answer is both, just in different ways.

Fav Sobbe instagram pic: Why are all these questions so mean? Okay- their first one together obviously because along with Robbe’s caption it’s just a showing of their love being official. But also the grocery cart pics for their 6 month anniversary. The grocery store pic in Ardennes getaway. Robbe’s bday pics of them embracing they’re SO HAPPY omg. And of course, we cannot forget the pic posted for Sander’s birthday. It is absolutely perfect. I love it so much.

Fav song/scene pair: I have a few- both examples of wildfire obviously, past lives in Zaterdag 09:41, and rebel rebel at the grocery store. But I have two more that are not at all happy clips but are two of my fave clips regardless: life on mars/zaterdag 21:43 (that scene is impeccable along with its followup which I consider them a pair but LoM only plays in the first one) and I found/zondag 15:12 (my god I love that scene it’s brilliant).

Fav message between Sander and Robbe: Woensdag 12:45 when Sander sends Robbe the sketch of them and talks about that kiss earlier being Chernobyl. Also everything during wtfockdown but especially “I love you so much Robin.” “I love you too. So damn much.” But honestly they had so much adorable banter during those clips we were truly fed.

Fav banter on Instagram: lmaooo they’re always so thirsty on main you could pick a million examples. I will say I loved their back and forth about emojis on their anniversary.

I will tag @onzeziggy @everyone-has-their-story @bowieexaminprogress @sanderxrobbee @ayellowcurtain and whoever else wants to do it. This was fun!

#wtfock #wtfam #sobbe #wtfock season 3 #tagging games

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'Till Death Do Us Part

Part 13 out of 13

When Alex has to bring Philip to work, he and Thomas discover that they both have something in common: they lost their love. They form an unexpected bond and connection about this that grows into something more.

A medium burn with parental feelings about Philip and flowers.

On AO3.

Ships: Jamilton

Warnings: very very brief mentions of death

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Chapter 13: Lesser Celandine Means ‘Joys to Come’

The nine-year-old bounded out before Alex and Thomas through the botanical garden. They had been living together for about three years already and life was treating them right.

Both still worked for Washington, they still argued about small stuff – which they claimed were discussions in good faith and their friends called bickering like a married couple – and Philip was doing well in school.

They had fallen into a routine together that the versions of themselves from five years ago could have never pictured. As much as they started as jagged edges running along each other, they now found themselves puzzle pieces fitting together.

It was early May and one of the first few beautiful days of the month after a lot of rain, so the three had decided to go to the botanical garden nearby.

However, Alex didn’t know that Thomas and Philip were in on a plot together, a plot to do with a little box in Thomas’s pocket.

Philip pointed at a cactus and yelled: “Look, it got spikes!”

“I can see that, kiddo,” Thomas called out to him, “Can it flower?”

After reading the little sign for a moment, Philip pouted and yelled back: “No.”

“That’s a pity,” Thomas said, then called out: “This one here had beautiful peach colored flowers, if you want to see.”

“That’s not peach,” Alex butted in.

“Yes, it is,” Thomas retorted.

“No, it’s obviously orange.”

“What do you think orange looks like?” Thomas sounded more distressed than anything.

If Alex looked again, he could see that it was indeed peach and the lighting had made it appear more orange than it actually was, but now he had taken a stance. So, he said: “Kind of like that, though I will give you that it’s light orange.”

“Peach is pastel orange, you know that right?” Thomas said.

“So, then I’m right and it’s orange,” Alex shrugged.

“No, because there are many shades of orange and this particular one is peach,” Thomas sounded frustrated.

“I don’t know, Tom,” Alex made a great show of observing the peach colored flower, “If I look at it now, it looks more like apricot.”

“Peach is the lighter and pastel version apricot,” Thomas exclaimed, “The difference is literally super small, but I know my colors and this is lighter than apricot, okay. It’s peach.”

Alex grinned at him and the realization dawned, Thomas tiredly stated: “You’re just doing this to fuck with me.”

“You know me so well,” Alex smirked.

From between them, Philip spoke up: “I think it looks pretty.”

“It does,” Alex agreed, before reading the signs and saying: “Oeh, there’s a butterfly greenhouse, we should go.”

Thomas took Philip’s hand and offered Alex his arm: “Lead the way, darlin’.”

In the butterfly greenhouse they marveled at the butterflies fluttering around. Alex looked mostly up, but Thomas and Philip made sure to read each sign, since they had agreed on a certainflower for it to happen.

When they walked past a particular patch of flowers, Thomas got distracted by Alex, who gasped when a butterfly landed on his face. He grinned at Thomas, who snapped a picture. Then Philip elbowed him in the side and pointed at a sign.

They found it.

Philip quietly retreated to the background with the camera, while Thomas squatted and pretended to read the little sign.

He hummed and read: “Lesser Celandine, or Ficaria verna. Classified as a noxious weed, since it flowers before much of the native fauna, establishing dominance over native species.”

Alex stopped looking up and inspected the small yellow flowers. He hummed: “Interesting, what made that flower catch you eye?”

“Well,” Thomas said, here it was, “I happen to know their meaning.”

“Is that so?” Alex asked, suspicion creeping into his voice.

“Yes, they mean ‘joys to come’,” Thomas shifted and reached into his pocket, “And I was wondering if you would want to explore all of the joys in the world with me.”

Gasping Alex looked at him with wide eyes, completely speechless.

“We’ve been through so much together,” Thomas went on, “You gave me so much more than I’d ever thought I’d have. So, Alexander, will you marry me?”

Alex didn’t care that he looked like the ultimate gay stereotype as he fanned his hands in excitement, tears in his eyes as he nodded and chocked out: “Yes!”

Thomas grinned and took out the ring to slip on Alex’s finger. Philip ran up behind him, camera still in hand as he threw his arms around Thomas’s neck, still at the perfect height from where he was knelt and babbled: “You said yes, right, Papa? You and Da are getting married!”

“I did, Pip,” Alex grinned, admiring the simple band with purple stone, “And I suppose you were in on it, little rascal.”

“Of course,” Philip smiled toothily as Thomas stood up, lifting Philip in a piggy back, “Da had to ask someone for your hand.”

“You asked Pip for permission?” Alex laughed.

Thomas shrugged: “Seemed the best option. I felt like he should get a say.”

“And I knew who he could trust,” Philip added.

“Oh yeah?” Alex asked, amused.

“Hm-hm,” Philip nodded.

“Yeah,” Thomas agreed, “It was smart to not involve Laf in this, just Eliza.”

“Dork,” Alex rolled his eyes, but he knew Eliza still had his ring size from when he and her went to find rings for his wedding to John.

“But I’m your dork,” Thomas informed him, “And you’ve just agreed to that being permanent, so I feel like that’s more on you than on me.”

“You’re insufferable,” was Alex’s reply, but they all saw he couldn't stop smiling.

“I know,” Thomas agreed, putting Philip down.

Alex pulled him into a kiss, while Pip made slight gagging noises that they both ignored. When they pulled apart, Alex whispered against his lips: “This was perfect, you’re perfect. Thank you.”

“Charmer.”

“God, I can’t wait to tell everyone!” Alex gushed. He had been the one to ask John, so he never got the excitement of sharing, just the stress of asking. The novelty of this new feeling, making him even more excited about it.

Thomas smiled at him, love filled eyes. Alex didn’t even know how beautiful he looked right now, basked in sunlight with butterflies fluttering around him as his eyes sparkled and his smile tried to break his face in two.

He kissed him.

“What was that for?”

“You’re beautiful.”

“Who’s the charmer now?” Alex teased.

“Da, Da, did you show him your ring?” Philip tugged on Thomas’s hand.

“I hope you don’t mind that I got myself one, I just had an idea,” Thomas shrugged, when he saw Alex’s quirked brow.

“I helped pick!” Philip told him proudly.

“Really?”

“Jup,” Thomas confirmed as he showed him the ring. It was identical to Alex’s, except that the stone was green instead of purple. Thomas said: “You know, those few years ago, I thought it was kind of obvious that we wouldn’t like each other, because purple and green are on other sides of the color spectrum, but I had forgotten how well they go together.”

“Only you’d judge people based on their color pallet,” Alex rolled his eyes, but his voice betrayed how touched he was.

“Do you like them?” Philip asked, eyes shining.

“I love them, Pip,” Alex ruffled his hair.

Thomas offered him his arm and that way Alex could look at his own hand, resting on Thomas’s arm with the ring reflecting the light. As they walked through the rest of the garden, Alex missed most of the flowers by being distracted.

That evening they invited their friends for drinks, when they were all sitting around Eliza spoke up, she had been the one involved, so she knew why this was happening: “So, Alex, any reason for the sudden get together?”

Alex grinned at her: “Well, Betsy, there is actually.”

“Is that so?” Eliza smirked.

“Jup, I got some jewelry today,” Alex told her, holding up his hand to show off the ring.

It was quiet for a second, then everyone seemed to make the connection and there was a wall of noise as everyone congratulated them, asked them how or when, as well as demanded to see the rings.

As Laf held their hands to see and compare the rings, he cried: “These are beautiful, but why wasn’t I told.”

“To be fair, I did think about it, but I was warned against it,” Thomas told him.

“Why!” Laf pouted.

“Because you nearly told John, by bursting out in tears when you saw him,” Eliza cut in, “I had to tell him your pet bird back in France died and he looked like him.”

“Oh, so that’s why he gave me a drawing of a bird,” Laf nodded, then moved on, “Anyway, I have grown, I would have been the perfect wingman in this.”

“I think Philip did a great job,” Thomas disagreed, “Right, kiddo?”

“Yeah, I got it on camera,” Philip said proudly, inviting a new round of chaos as everyone demanded to see.

“Ahw, ‘Lexi, you cried,” Angelica cooed, teasingly.

“I didn’t,” Alex huffed.

Herc looked at the video again and said: “Well, man, it kinda looks like you did.”

“Give me that,” Alex studied it, “No, maybe there was a bit of moist happening, but I feel like that’s more all the pollen in the air. We were in a big garden after all.”

“First of, using moist and grossing everyone out isn’t working,” Peggy said, “Second of, you fucking cried, just admit it.”

“I will agree to teary eyed, but no more,” Alex told her.

“Alright, Mr. Teary Eyed Little Baby Man,” Peggy rolled her eyes.

“Now that’s just plain rude,” Alex pouted.

“No,” James said, from where he had gotten a hold of the recording, “that’s truth, I can see it clearly here in this frame.”

“Gimme,” Lafayette snatched it and snapped a picture of it, “We need to start collecting pictures to show at the wedding.”

“Oh no, you’re all going to be terrible,” Alex whined.

“No, we’re going to be helpful,” Laf corrected.

“I somehow doubt that,” Thomas sided with Alex.

In the end they did have to come back on that. Their friends were absolute champions when it came to wedding planning. Though Thomas and Alex mostly made decisions themselves, the others were all there to give second opinions or double check for them.

They had decided on a late spring/ early summer wedding, so it would take a little less than a year, before they actually got married, but wedding planning took time and Alex took great joy in the word fiance.

Thomas did too, he just didn’t want to admit it.

That summer they arrived in Monticello – as had become tradition – however, instead of the usual greetings, they were met with: “Show us the rings.”

“No, hello, how are you, long time no see, what have you been up to. Of course not, why would they ask about us instead of some shiny pieces of metal,” Thomas grumbled playfully as he and Alex were practically passed around by the family.

Alex just grinned and let them, still amazed by the family he had accumulated.

Thomas had been right back then when he had told Alex that with Ma and Mary on their side everyone was bound to like him too, but Alex had still been nervous each time he met one of Thomas’s siblings. A fear he could now hardly imagine with how comfortable he had gotten in his family, a family he would soon be officially part of.

When he got to Ma, she pulled him into a hug: “I’m so happy for the two of you, son.”

And Alex couldn't do anything, but hug back and say: “Me too, Ma, me too.”

The months came and went and soon they were sending out the wedding invitations out. It was plain white paper, with on the back the date and place as well as the instruction to come dressed in white. While the front bore a poem written in cursive:

let us live like flowers

wild and beautiful

and drenched in sun

e.e.

When the day was there, Alex was stressing in the back of the church, while Thomas was waiting in the front. Alex had offered him the position of walking down the aisle, but Thomas had declined claiming it was too much pressure and that he at least knew what to expect if he got to stand.

Thomas was wearing a beautiful tailored magenta suit made by Hercules as he nervously shifted his weight from foot to foot.

The doors at the back of the church opened and first came the groomsmen and the bridesmaids. All decked out in beautiful white with accents in the colors of the bouquet, as well as flowers in their hair.

It began with Eliza and Maria, after them came James and Angelica, Lafayette and Peggy, Randy and Mary with Herc again roped into the position of flower boy, though he was helped by Kitty and Francie.

Once James, Angie, Laf, Randy and Mary had taken their places behind Thomas and Eliza, Maria Herc and Peggy on Alex’s side, the theme for Alex to walk started to play.

He was given away by Jane, who wore an elegant white 50s style dress, while Alex wore a tightly tailored emerald green suit. His hair was braided with flowers in it matching his bouquet of cluster musk rose, Christmas rose, heliotrope and hawthorn.

From the round window the sun illuminated him and Thomas’s breath caught when he saw him walk. There might have been tears, but that was a whole other thing.

Jane gave his hand to Thomas and smiled at him, before going to take her place in the audience with Kitty and Francie and the rest of the Jefferson clan.

Everyone sat and Washington appeared by Alex and Thomas’s side, ready to ordain them. Before he started Philip came down the aisle carrying the rings. He was dressed in an adorable light blue suit and his hair was tied back with a ribbon in the same color.

After he had given the rings to Washington, he stood next to Alex.

Alex had wanted to make him his best man, but since the best man had to sign as witness and Philip was too small for that, he was the ring bearer and Eliza would sign for Alex and James for Thomas, just like both had done before.

Washington started: “We’re here today to witness the union between Alexander Hamilton and Thomas Jefferson. Before this is officiated, they will say theirvows.”

“Thomas, when I first saw you I thought you were incredibly handsome and a gigantic asshole. One of my assessments has been proven entirely incorrect. You are one of the most kindhearted souls, I’ve had the pleasure of meeting,” Alex began.

He went on: “To me you are laughter over dinner, jokes in the hallways at works, a shoulder to lean on, a hand to hold like an anchor. You are sparkling eyes with crinkles that paint happiness on your features and a mouth that runs as smart as mine.”

“You know how to argue, but also when to let go,” Alex said, “You keep me on my toes, while knowing I sometimes just need to stand. I claim your arguments are shit and while that can be true, they always make me think and I love that.”

“The way you care for Philip and never asked for more than I could give, made my heart grow so fond of you that I cannot possibly picture a life wherein I do not love you,” he told him, “When I come home and see you there, I feel like I am whole.”

“According to Eliza I can’t force everyone to sit through the hundred pages I had written – even though it’s my wedding – which is rude, so I’ll try to wrap it up,” at that Thomas laughed, he could picture the scenario clearly.

“So, Thomas, you are all the little things that make life great,” Alex said, “No matter what, I want to support you and care for you, because I love you so much that it would hurt if it didn’t feel so right. I love you.”

Both were crying a bit and Alex chocked on the last three words as his hands shook while trying to put the ring on Thomas’s finger.

“Darlin’, you came into my life like a forest fire,” Thomas began, “You burned through all my arguments and notions of the world, like that was what you were meant to do. For a long time I thought you were out of control, but you proved me wrong once again.”

“You see, you’re not a forest fire,” he told Alex, “You’re a bonfire, a hearth in the heart of the home, a central place for family to gather. You make sure to keep the ones you care about warm, to illuminate them and pull them out of the darkness.”

He went on: “I always thought you talked too much, but I now know that for all your words, you know how to listen. Your smile can do as much as your words and you know how far a hug can go. The way you can be so intensely caring for the people you love is breathtaking.”

“I wanted to compare you to a thousand other things, but nothing could fully describe your beauty both within and out, which is incredibly corny, yet completely true,” he chuckled, “Anyway, this is my long winded way of telling you that I love you too.”

Now it was Thomas’s turn to struggle with the ring through the tears while behind them Washington began to speak again: “Alexander Hamilton, do you take Thomas Jefferson to be your lawfully wedded husband, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish,‘till death do you part?”

“I do.”

“And Thomas Jefferson, do you take Alexander Hamilton to be your lawfully wedded husband, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish‘till death do you part?”

“I do.”

“Then you may now kiss the groom.”

Neither hesitated to kiss the other lovingly, while beside them the church burst out in cheers and applause.

After they broke apart, they waved at everyone as they walked out of the church, with Philip between them.

Outside they took pictures with everyone, since everyone who had come was decked out in white, the three spots of color stood out all the more.

The time came to do one with the entire family, Alex cried again as both his friends and Thomas’s relatives gathered around them. When he had gotten to America he was all alone and then he had lost part of his family again, but now he was surrounded by almost more people than he could count.

They also took one where Thomas carried Alex bridal style, something Alex and John – being around the same height – had both failed at when they had tried at their wedding. Before Thomas could do it, Alex asked with apprehension: “Are you sure about this?”

“I’ve done this before, it’ll be fine,” Thomas smiled reassuringly, before literally sweeping Alex off his feet. He informed Alex of that fact and got an annoyed look in return, which was beautifully captured and framed by Angelica for on their desks at work.

The Schuyler sister insisted on taking one with Alex, because he was practically their brother anyways.

They took one with the Washingtons and Jane, a picture in which Alex had never felt so short in his entire life.

Herc and Laf, roped Randy and James into taking a picture where they carried the two groomsmen on their shoulders, something that most definitely went almost wrong on multiple occasions.

However, Alex’s favorite picture was the one where he and Thomas held Philip between them and both kissed a cheek, while Philip beamed.

Later he would hang that picture on the mantle between the other two wedding pictures, finally filling the promise that had been in the empty space.

But for now they went to the wedding venue for the reception.

When they were greeting all the guests at the reception, Burr congratulated themwith Theodosia at his side, little Theo had already disappeared with Philip, Kitty and Francie. He shook Alex’s hand: “Congratulations to both of you.”

“What a nice change to see you both here, you were even at the ceremony,” Alex grinned as he also shook Theodosia’s hand. Her smiling and congratulating them both.

“You’re never letting that go, aren’t you?” Burr sighed tiredly.

“Never,” Alex confirmed, “Good to have you.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Burr waved as they disappeared into the crowd.

“What’s the story there?” Thomas asked, leaning in.

“I’ll tell you later,” Alex whispered back, before smiling and greeting the next guests.

Once everyone was there Alex and Thomas got to cut the cake. They had both agreed that neither of them would push cake into the other’s face, which meant that both ended up with cake in their face, naturally.

They mingled until dinner, when it was time for everyone’s speeches.

Thomas’s siblings all had rewritten a song from Thomas’s youth to fit the two of them and preformed it badly, but with a lot of love.

“I don’t know them,” Thomas whispered to Alex when they did that, making Alex laugh.

Jane retold embarrassing childhood from Thomas’s youth while Herc and Peggy had put together a PowerPoint of all Alex’s lowest points college and after.

Highlights included him standing on a table in a bar, tie around his head with a group surrounding him from that time he had attempted a revolution.

There was a picture of him surrounded by empty coffee cups, while he was passed out between them, face covered with sharpie.

Him with a cat on his lap, while he looked very displeased. Herc and Peggy took great joy in explaining why the cat had put that look on Alex’s face.

And it ended with the frozen frame of Alex crying – still claiming misty eyed, Pegs – while Thomas proposed to him, obviously they’d had help from Lafayette, but the Frenchman had an entire speech for them, mostly existing out of ‘I told you so’s.’

Washington had a short heartfelt speech about seeing them grow at work together as well as a few army stories about Alex.

Then Angelica stood up to give a speech: “I have to admit that when Thomas fell onto my couch over fouryears ago proclaiming that he couldn't flirt, I could not have predicted that we would be here now. Naturally I rooted for them, but you have to know that Thomas and Alex could be like water and oil at work, or maybe oil and fire would be a better description.”

A few chuckles from colleagues were heard.

“But here we are and I have seen how much you two have grown together,” Angelica went on, “Did I have to bribe and threaten you both to get that information? Maybe, but I did get to know everything.”

Thomas and Alex laughed at that.

“I remember the little humble beginnings, the tentative flirting, the first dates, the panic, the good times,” Angelica said, “And I knew you both for many years before that, I have seen you both happy and sad. And I am not the poetic one here, but I know what love looks like in your eyes and I can see it on both of your faces.”

She raised her glass: “To the grooms.”

The room echoed.

“From you friend, who is always by your side,” she went on, “To your union.”

“To your union.”

“And the family you have build,” she finished, “May you always be content and satisfied.”

She gave them both a kiss on the cheek and ignored they were all crying before she went back to her seat and Philip got to the front.

With Eliza as hypewoman, he walked in the Schuyler sister’s footsteps with a poem he had written and preformed as a rap:

“My name is Philip, I am poet

I wrote this poem just to show it

And I, can speech fine

You can find family, but you can’t find mine!

I practice French and play kite with my father

I have a Papa, and he’s a great fellow robber

My daddies tying the knot on this day, swank

Un, duex, trois, quatre, cinq!”

Everyone cheered and cooed as he ran into Alex’s arms afterwards and made himself at home on their laps as Eliza said a few words: “Alex is the speech writer between us both while I tell him it can’t be too long, so do not expect essays.”

There were chuckles around the room and Alex rolled his eyes, knowing she added that because she knew he would call her out in his vows, which she had proof read for him many times.

“But I did want to say that you’re a fighter,” she looked at Alex, “You always have been and I can see how much you’ve met your match in Thomas. I’m happy for you both.”

Alex hugged her closely and whispered: “God fucking dammit, Betsy, you’re not allowed to make me cry again on my wedding.”

She whispered back: “Like you weren’t already crying, you big baby.”

“Plausible deniability,” he sniffed.

“We’re filming it,” she smirked, before hugging Thomas as well and patting Philip on his head as she went back to her spot next to Maria.

Lastly, James got up to speak: “I am not a man of many words, so I’m keeping it short,” Thomas smirked and nodded at that, “All the times you annoyed me, Thomas, about what to do, have been worth it to see you so happy again.”

Now it was Thomas’s time to get emotional, hugging James tightly and saying: “I knew you cared,” attempting to tease and obviously failing.

“I know, a shocker,” James pretended it had worked.

After that dinner was served and everyone appreciated the dishes set out. While they ate, the whole room was alight with chatter as people talked, laughed and enjoyed themselves.

When the time came to dance, Thomas lead Alex to the tune of Hozier’s Like Real People Do. It was slightly haunting, but they had picked it, because it fit them so well. The song told the story about the singer recognizing the sadness in his lovers eyes and making them forget, focusing on the now.

As they spun, Thomas looked into Alex’s eyes with that crinkled smile and Alex nearly melted into the floor as he faltered as step.

He unknowingly retaliated, when Thomas picked him up and he beamed down. His braid had loosened slightly and a pluck of hair framed his face, while the lights gave him a halo, causing Thomas to nearly drop him.

Since there wasn’t really a father-daughter dance, Alex danced with Martha Washington, while Thomas danced with Jane. And after that, the two of them danced with Philip, the three of them laughing as they attempted it.

Throughout the night Alex danced with all the Schuyler sisters, Lafayette and Herc, while Thomas was whisked away by his own sister as well as Angelica and Lafayette.

At some point Jane took Alex’s hand and made him dance with her. Once they were on the floor, Alex smiled: “Hey, Ma, enjoying the wedding so far?”

“Immensely, sweetheart,” Jane smiled, patting his cheek, before he spun her.

“You’re an amazing dancer,” he commented.

“I’m spry for my age.”

“What age? You look not a day over thirty,” he grinned.

“Charmer,” she smiled, then said, “But I wanted to properly welcome you to the family. You’ve been a part for a long time, but still, today is a big day.”

She stopped dancing and reached into her purse. Out of it she got an old time watch with a leather arm band. As she handed it to Alex, she said: “When Thomas came out as pan to me, I prepared a wedding gift for all genders, just in case. Martha got my grandmother’s necklace, but this was my late husbands watch.”

“I- I don’t know what to say,” Alex stared at it with big eyes, he’d never had a family item.

“Maybe a thank you,” Jane grinned.

“Yeah, of course, thank you so much,” Alex hugged her, and repeated,“Thank you so much, Ma.”

She patted her cheek when he let go and said: “No problem, you’re one of us now and we don’t let go easily.”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way,” Alex smiled.

They parted ways again when the song was over and Thomas appeared at his side: “What was that about?”

Alex showed his wrist: “She gave me this.”

Thomas looked at it, then smiled sadly: “I remember that. It suits you.”

“You think so?”

“I know so,” Thomas told him, “I also know that Lafayette and Herc are about to do what they’re calling a classic college trick at the chocolate fountain and I need you to either stop them if it’s bad or help them.”

“Oh, definitely helping,” Alex remembered this one, “Grab your phone and film it. We’ll get them back if they ever get married.”

After an eventful night with enough tomfoolery that they were probably permanently banned to ever rent a venue from that company again, they returned home.

Thomas carried Philip to bed, while Alex put away their wedding gifts. When he was done, he joined Thomas’s in Philip’s threshold.

“He’s still so young,” Thomas commented, “But he looks like when I first met him when he sleeps.”

“That’s already so long ago,” Alex hugged Thomas’s arm, leaning heavily on the other man.

“It seems crazy,” Thomas agreed.

Alex hummed, then they stood there in silence, before Alex asked: “Did you have a good day?”

“Of course, I did,” Thomas replied, then after a beat, “Though I am fucking exhausted after this, why did we invite all those people again? I hate talking to people.”

“Because we wanted to actually fill the church,” Alex grinned, “But you’re right, I could sleep for a week.”

“Well, sleeping beauty, you will have to make do to with,” Thomas checked the time, “five whole hours, then we have to catch a plane.”

“Ah, yes,” Alex said, “Paris is waiting.”

“Along with the future.”

“You fucking sap.”

“Excuse you, that’s your fucking forever sap, Mister.”

“Yeah, yeah it is.”

“Who’s the sap now?”

“Oh, shut up,” Alex said, but didn’t protest when Thomas lead him back to their bedroom. They still had a future waiting for them. ‘Till death to them part, after all.

~~~~~~~~~~~

A/N:

Today in I try to write a natural time skip between chapters.

Me describing a scene in a botanical garden with one flower as the end goal along with a whole ass wedding with flowers, is such a struggle lmao, but that’s what I get for making flowers important.

Btw the wedding bouquet means charming (cluster musk rose), relieve my anxiety (Christmas rose), devotion/faithfulness (heliotrope) and hope (hawthorn). Fun fact: I wanted to name this chapter after heliotrope at first, but that felt a bit too cliché.

Also the bit of poetry is from ‘i saw you as a flower’I got the book! It’s so cute and I love it, I’ve never been a poetry person, but I’ve always wanted to be, so here’s to me trying stuff :D

I am never getting married for the sole reason that I do not want to write vows ever again.

Also, the wedding bouquet:

#RR writing #tw: death mention #Hamilton #Hamilton AU #alexander hamilton #thomas jefferson #philip hamilton #eliza schuyler #angelica schuyler #lafayette #marquis de lafayette #james maddison #hercules mulligan #washington #everyone kinda lmao #Jamilton #'Till Death Do Us Part #'Till Death Do Us Part Part 13 #'Till Death Do Us Part AU

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An interview of Adèle in Cannes in 2017 for 120 battements par minute.

A couple of people have asked me to translate it so I did it. Besides, what Adèle says about the violence that oppressed people experience and how it’s necessary to protest and be violent sometimes to be heard feels very relevant today...

0:01

Interviewer : “Hello Adèle Haenel - Hello - Happy to see you again for this very beautiful film 120 BPM. I was born in 1980 so I was little during the Act Up period but I watched it on TV and my mom would complain and say « another violent thing ». There was that bad reputation that didn’t correspond to the real purpose and activism of Act Up, which is something that I realized when I watched the film. And I wanted to know if you also had a bad image of it because of the media.”

Adèle : “Well first of all I think it’s very upsetting that we would call « violent » people that are oppressed. Because we can’t see the violence of the powerful people but it’s always there, through the barriers they’re putting. So it bothers me when we blame people who can only express themselves and be heard this way. So when we tell them « there’s other ways to say this ». Well no actually. Because there are things, if we just talk about it and we tell each other « see you in a month » well in the meantime people are dying, and have their lives destroyed.”

“So the violence of Act Up is a symbolic violence. And yes we can discuss it and it’s discussed in general meetings, we see it in the film. But it’s a symbolic violence against real violence that is done to people that are dying without knowing from what. So it's completely legitimate. And same gores for other issues.”

*noise in the back ground*

“I’m just waiting for this to be over”

“yes I hear”

“It’s not an ideal place”

“Not it’s not. But anyway, I think it’s also because of the way it’s received. It’s just like when we talk about strikes, we always say « ugh they’re on strike again » , but from what I see and think, 90% of the time strikes are justified. If people are striking, there’s a reason, their life conditions are getting worse. Going on strike is a commitment, it’s not just people saying « well let’s in bed, I don’t care I don’t wanna work, I’m lazy. » That’s what media try to send as a message, that people who are politically committed are either violent or lazy because they’re rail workers who don’t wanna go to work”

“But we’re talking about a social fight, it’s very important for things to be spelled out. Because this is also a weapon: to divide all the people who could unite because we have a common interest; 90% of people have a common interest. Of course there are differences inside the group but there’s a shared interest for more equality. And there’s an interest that is not shared at all but that exists and it’s to divide to dissipate all the energy : « they have more of that, you have less of that, he’s a lazy person » etc. Those adjectives are very annoying.”

« So anyway, I think Act Up’s operating modes at the time were completely justified and thought through. It’s not a violence that is useless. And even if it was the case, it wouldn’t matter. »