#married vibes with them always

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Favorite Otps/Pairings: Lenny Bruce & Midge Maisel (The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel) "A spotlight waits for you  center stage. All you have to do is step up and claim it. Once you do everyone will know who you are. They will know your wit, your intellect, your smile. Your great, expressive eyes. They will be helpless to your charms. They will fall at your feet and worship at the altar of you and your show corset."

[creamecream]

“I appreciate the affection, dear, but you’re smudging up my screen!”

*smooch!* “sounds like-“ *smooch!* “a you problem.” *smooch! smooch! smooch!*

[dragonsbluee]

I see your gay uncles of the straw hats Jimbrook and raise you old, gay, heartbroken, pirate captians who find a loving, romantic relationship in each other as they watch over a group of chaotic youngsters.

Because Brook and Yorki had a heartbreaking goodbye, and Brook spent 50 years mourning, but now he has a second chance. He wasn't expecting anything, but then, lo and behold! A handsome, kind, capable fish man enters stage right, and Brook is smitten. Here is someone who understands the grief of losing a captian and partner, then having to take their place to hold the crew together, but ultimately watching thier crew fall apart or suffer due to factors outside their control.

For Jimbei the last few years have been a whirlwind of chaos. He was looking forward to a new adventure full of chaos of his own making and choices. Now, enter stage left, this fantastic, enigmatic, adorable skeleton (and he's a musician!), who is a wonderful presence on a ship full of younger pirates. Jimbei never really moved on from the loss of the Sun Pirates, and hasn't had time to mourn all the friends he's lost in the past few years. But now he finds companionship and comfort in Brook. Someone who doesn't expect him to move on, let's him reminisce, but keeps him from getting stuck in his mourning. He's never thought of romance seriously before, but now he finds himself wanting.

The two meet in the middle, center stage on a ship of dreams as they forge a new one together. They still keep and work towards their individual dreams but find pieces of each other in them. Brook looks forward to the day he can introduce Laboon to Jimbei, and Jimbei has promised to translate the whale's words for Brook. Jimbei will see freedom for his people and finds motivation in every new song Brook writes and story he tells. Together, they find peace, calm, and rest. They find excitement, companionship, and a harbour in the other after years of storms.

[rosie-b]

🦮 fill this empty space (ask game)

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This turned out to be... longer than a snippet, and like the summary, angstier than I expected. It's been that kind of week ig! But there's a promising ending because I needed one :)

It had been a warm summer day when the old Marinette died.

The new Marinette woke up surrounded by golden light, soft, green grass, and the soft murmurings of a stream in northern France. It was perhaps the best way for her rebirth to happen, in a calm, relaxing environment far from the place she somehow knew was home.

She met her family there. They already knew her, and called her "maman," or "ma femme," or "my lady."

Marinette was no one's lady. She never had been, but according to video evidence and the testimony of her husband and children and best friend, that was one of the many roles her past self had filled.

Marinette did not know how to fill any of those old roles anymore. But because of the secret, magical way she'd chosen to lose her memories, she couldn't let anyone know this fact. She had to study years worth of business lessons in mere weeks, preparing for her return to Paris and the international company she would soon be in charge of running again.

At least her past self had accounted for this new Marinette's incompetence. But no one else seemed to see that she wasn't the same woman she had been once, back when a kwami lived in her purse and villains of the day (and year) kept plaguing Paris.

Adrien, the man past-Marinette had married, professed to still be in love with her. He saw some of the differences between the new Marinette and the old one, but claimed they weren't nearly as big as Marinette thought they were. And he chose to spend most of his time around her, so maybe he was right. He whispered praises for each small thing she did, both when they were alone and in public; took the time to learn her new habits; made her fresh coffee for when she woke up two hours after he did; stayed out of her bed to help her feel comfortable.

Marinette could see why her past self had loved him. It was something both halves of her were beginning to share, a love for this man who found a way to bring joy to her life even when it had been turned upside down.

But it didn't change the fact that the new Marinette was not the same woman he'd married. That fact was written into the vows Adrien and the past Marinette had exchanged; the way they had split up their chores; the daily schedule that Adrien still remembered while the new Marinette did not.

To Marinette, this new self of hers was nothing more than a facade made to cover the void her past self had left behind. She was thirty years old and as empty inside as a newborn baby, with no memories to guide her through this unfamiliar world.

Marinette was an icon, the magazines said. A paragon of virtue in an age of corruption, one half of both Paris' favorite couples, a woman who managed to be a world-famous CEO and an attentive mother at the same time.

That wasn't the new Marinette's reality. She didn't even know her children's middle names, though she was learning their favorite desserts, sports, and hobbies.

Most days, it was like learning a foreign language, and it felt just as isolating when she got something wrong or tried to remember something she thought she knew but actually didn't. Sometimes, this new life of hers was crushing, a drain on her already empty self, taking the last bit of Marinette out of her.

But not always.

As out of place as Marinette felt in her own life, the people in it still felt right somehow. They'd been there for her when she woke up; they were there to hug and comfort her when she cried in the night, to help teach her about her own life and tell her about theirs, and to listen when she said she felt different. They loved her, that much was clear, and they promised to love her no matter which Marinette she was; the old one with all her memories or the new one just fumbling through life.

And somehow, even though she claimed not to feel anything more for them than for other strangers at first, Marinette still loved them back. Their presence soothed the ache she felt in her chest, the one she felt when she couldn't remember, and she found herself more than missing them when they weren't there. She looked forward to hearing about their day, to learning their middle names; she held on to the facts they told her about themselves like sweet gifts of gold and honey, like they were all she needed to survive, to fill the empty space her memories had left behind.

The new Marinette was not the old one, and she never would be.

But maybe that was okay. The new Marinette had her own space, too; it began here, in this remote, rural town near the seashore, and it would expand back to Paris, to the place where the old Marinette had lived.

Marinette's home had always been her family, the people she loved. That was something she knew without having to remember it, and something she was more sure of every day.

So she studied the journals her past self had written, re-learned how to design, baked bread beside Adrien, sang songs with her children and stayed by their side. If her mind was an empty slate, then she was going to fill it with love, the same love she'd chosen before and was choosing again.

And someday, this new Marinette would feel whole again.

Thanks for the ask! I hope you enjoyed <3

[gaycrittercentral]

sameth and maximus !! doing some old timey stuff in the old times, I feel like I could see them getting up to some charlie chaplin type hijinks lol

Oh hell yeah I love those guys!! :D their designs are so delightful teehee

Although admittedly I couldn’t think of any very good shenanigans for them to get into, so here’s my best attempt ^^; phonograph fun ehehe

I know swing dancing is more of a 20's thing, but I just keep seeing them doin’ that in my mind’s eye. Maybe I just miss cotillion lmao. Or I just really like jazz. Or both

Btw if anyone can think of other stuff to draw them doin I’d be totally down!! They’re just charming ^^

[unopenablebox]

oh lmao it just occurred to me that plausibly one of the reasons people who know us separately react with exaggerated shock at the Reveal that 🌸 and i are, like, committed life partners, is not only the general surprise factor of "two people i know extensively who do not ever cross paths live together and knew each other for years before they even moved to this city", which, reasonably surprising

but because due to our shared noncommittal approach to "coming out" or "publicly articulating a stance on a personal gender" absolutely everyone who meets 🌸 immediately interprets their whole deal as "one of the gayest men they've ever met"

whereas i kind of halfheartedly use they/them pronouns and present in a way that means everyone is definitely interpreting me as some unknown member of the set "reasonably butch lesbian", "unconvincingly closeted trans man", or, unfortunately, "theyfab everyone will round down to 'bisexual woman who actually just dates men' due to the way theyfabness is configured in left spaces" and i usually encourage the former on account of how at least then they correctly understand me to be gay and it's easy to pitch

so i think possibly some of the time i am actually watching very nice sensitive straight leftists try not to perform disrespectful mental chess to figure out whether this mean we've both just been straight married the whole time, or if they're discovering new unsettling horizons of homosexuality that they're not prepared to contemplate

[rearranging-deck-chairs]

thinking about river clara and yaz who ive taken to calling bluebeards wives in my head bc im normal and how yaz was the only one who wasnt a puzzle first

[the-force-awakens]

I've always found it an interesting tidbit that Poe was raised by Shara's father during the war and wish we had more information on him considering he's most likely passed by the time of Freefall. I'm also curious as to where Poe was during those years considering it wouldn't have been Yavin-4. I'm just eager for more info about the Dameron-Bey family as a whole.

I've always wondered about Shara's father! I wish we knew more about him also, like - even just a name. Soule, how about instead of bullying Lando for the 44th issue in a row, you give me more Bey-Dameron Family Lore, huh?

Yeah, I've also wondered about that, and we got SO close to finding out in the comics. The Empire - or at least, Tarkin's apprentice - knew what planet Shara's father had Poe on, because she threatens Poe and Shara's father to make Shara talk (which can I say, the Empire has done a lot of fucked up things before, but I think that one might be one of the things that floored me the most. Threatening a barely one year old child's life just to make his mother talk...what the fuck).

It at the very least implies that Poe is a space baby, which I love so fucking much because the concept of space babies is my FAVORITE thing in the absolute world, and I think it really adds more depth to the "I belong to the stars" line if Poe was genuinely born amongst them, and I can't be certain but I do believe around that time, the Rebellion was mostly just living on cruisers and didn't have a set planetary base yet.

Yeah, me too! I'm so curious about so much like - clearly Kes and Shara weren't part of the Rebellion when they met. iirc they meet around 3 BBY, and then of course the tlj visual dictionary mentions that Shara's wedding ring is made out of scrap from the rebellion and I'm like. I NEED to know about these two and how they went from a fucking one night stand to pRESUMABLY joining the Rebellion together and then at some point going FUCK IT we're getting married WHILE serving in the Rebellion like HELLO. I NEED TO KNOW EVERYTHING ABOUT THESE TWO. GIVE ME A NOVEL ABOUT THEM LIKE WE GOT FOR KANERA, PLEASE. LUCASFILM. LUCASFILM PLEASE. AND GIVE IT TO BETH REVIS WHILE WE'RE AT IT.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

Favorite Tony + Angela Moments Per Episode - 1x6

[cassie-thorne]

Vibing to Platinum playlist in 2023 like 💆🏽‍♀️

[softquietsteadylove]

Let’s do some Christmas stuff! You choose wich AU! A snowball fight :D

"It's snowing!"

Jack's declaration of excitement had woken the entire house as soon as he was up. He was bouncing with excitement over the powdery snowfall all through coffee/cocoa, and breakfast, and presents.

Until Phastos was finally - finally - ready to let everyone outside.

The Genius Eternal yawned as he dragged himself to watch his son from the covered porch. He smiled as he felt his husband come up beside him, laying his head on his shoulder.

"Which number Christmas is this?" Ben asked softly.

"Jack's 11th Christmas, technically," Phastos answered easily as he rubbed Ben's shoulder, "that's all that matters."

"Baba, come on!" Jack waved to his fathers, but they both held out their mugs of coffee as their excuse not to roll around in the snow, at least just yet. Jack rolled his eyes at them. "Uncle Gil?--Aunt Thena?"

Thena, who had been avoiding the snow very purposefully, shot out the back door. Snow was not her favourite weather, and she actually didn't adapt to cold very well for an ageless being of Cosmic Energy. It made her sluggish.

But the Warrior Eternal flew into the backyard at Jack's beckoning, landing in deep - up to her knees - and sliding next to him. She smiled at Jack's excitement, who never tired of the displays of their inhuman strength and speed. "What are we doing?"

He held up a fist sized collection of snow, "build a snowman with me?"

Gil emerged only a few minutes later, with his own coat thrown on and Thena's draped over his arm. He cleared his throat loudly (aggressively). "Ahem!"

Jack blinked over at Uncle Gil, only now realising that Thena didn't have her gloves or scarf on, having leapt out to join in him in only the long sweater dress she had been wearing since that morning. "Aunt Thena, you'll get cold!"

"Eternals can't get cold," she stated rather factually as Jack started pulling off his mittens to try and offer them to her.

"That's not true," Gil corrected freely as he walked into the backyard with them. "Especially about Aunt Thena."

Thena sighed, sounding an awful lot like Jack. But Gil held her coat open for her with an expectant eyebrow raised. She let go of the snowball now rolled as high as Jack's shoulders, and slipped into it. She turned, letting him button it up for her. "Being around Phastos for so long has made you nervous."

"You," he corrected with a kiss to her nose, "running around in the snow makes me nervous."

Thena let him pull off his scarf and loop it around her hair, although she smiled as he used it as an excuse to pull her into a kiss. She sighed, eyes glittering as she watched a few snow flakes get caught in his dark hair. "Lucky I have you to warm me up, then."

"Uncle Gil, can you help us get the head on?"

"Sure can, buddy," Gil chuckled, releasing his hold on Thena to help Jack with the second, smaller snowball.

Jack watched his uncle pick up the snow barehanded. But he had also watched Uncle Gil pull stuff out of the oven without ovenmitts, so maybe he was the one exception to that rule, even among Eternals.

"Just two?" Phastos called out to them from the porch, "it's gotta be three pieces, Gil! C'mon, I'd expect you to know that!"

"We live in Australia!"

Ben hid himself behind his husband as he saw Thena's hand go up. Right in his assumption, he heard the snowball make contact with Phastos. "Oof, that sounded intense, Habibi. Are you okay?"

Thena merely looked at her brother, holding another densely packed snowball in her hand. "Shall you be a Fighter today, brother?"

"Oh, you are so in for it," the Genius Eternal chuckled. He pulled some snow to his hand with his powers, using them to shape it into the most perfect of spheres before launching it.

Gil caught it in his fist before it could reach her, the snow exploding back into powder as soon as it was in proximity to his Cosmic Energy, "nice try!"

"Jack, help your Dad!" Phastos cried out as he dove behind the barbecue for cover.

"Every man for himself!" Jack screamed out in a laugh as Aunt Thena menacingly approached him with a loose handful of snow.

"There's no escape, Jack!" Gil laughed as he caught their nephew, who was prepared for the capture and tossed a snowball at him. "Sneak attack!"

Jack scrambled up the back porch to his father's side. "Alliance?"

"Alliance," Phastos nodded seriously at his son, peeking out to look at the backyard. "They're gonna be hard to fight."

"We can do it," Jack said as his other father crouched down in their huddle as well. "Uncle Gil will get distracted by Aunt Thena soon and then we can get 'im."

"I believe our time is now," Ben chuckled, pointing around the barbecue's covering.

"Gil!" Thena laughed as he wrapped his arms around her waist, spinning them around with snow at their feet. It almost looked like they were still in the snowball fight, but it quickly devolved into him dipping her down in his arms to kiss her amidst their little dance.

"Now, Jack, now!" Phastos whispered, handing Jack a perfectly crafted snowball.

"I don't wanna hit Aunt Thena!"

"Let your father throw it," Ben chuckled, ruffling his son's hat.

Phastos had no trouble taking aim at his sister. But of course, there was no getting a sneak attack in on the Warrior Eternal. Phastos sighed as she let her shield materialise to block their kiss.

Gil pulled them upright again, staring at Thena as the snow fell gently into her already sparkling hair. He stared into her eyes, catching his reflection in them. "I almost forgot how beautiful you are in the snow."

Thena blushed softly, leaning into his touch as he held her cheeks in his hands, "almost?"

"I could never," he whispered before pulling her into another kiss.

Thena sighed against his lips, reaching inside his coat to wrap her arms around him.

Gil's lips gave her an extra little bump as the snowball collided with the back of his head. He brushed it off, of course, turning around to glare at his brother (who was being abandoned by his husband and child, knowing what was to come).

Thena, already crafting the densest snowball yet, relented as Gil held his hand out. "Don't crush it."

"I won't," he laughed, holding it just so and letting his Cosmic Energy build up behind his hand instead of in his palm. Ben held Jack a good distance away, both of them laughing in preparation for what was to come.

"Now, Gil," Phastos held his hands out, moving away from his precious barbecue so it wouldn't get caught in the crossfire. "Let's just...talk this through."

But Gilgamesh was already laughing. "No one interrupts me when I'm kissing my wife!"

The snowball flew, faster than any pitch any human professional could make. The ball of snow hit Phastos like a brick, tossing his sturdy body into the side of the house and then down to the powdery snow below.

Ben laughed. "Darling, are you okay?"

"Fine," Phastos grumbled in return. It had been a long time since he'd trained or sparred with any of his relatives. How could he forget the punch Gil packed in whatever he did? And this was Gil, joking around and having a good time. If Thena decided she wanted to get serious... "I yield!"

Thena had been preparing an attack of her own when she heard his admission of defeat. She sighed, knowing it would only be dishonourable to attack him now. She dropped her tightly packed snowball - half of it pure ice - to the ground, "fine."

"Dad!" Jack ran over to his father to help him up. "That was so cool!"

Gil wrapped his arm around Thena's waist again, all of them slowly heading back inside after their little battle. "You get it out of your system?"

"Hm," Thena mused. Gil wasn't asking if she had burned off her energy; he was asking if she was going to try and get revenge on Phastos later for the snowball he'd thrown. "Maybe."

Gil kissed her cheek, "Ben and I will be cooking dinner in the kitchen. Just don't do anything to damage the house."

"Of course," she murmured, letting her husband nuzzle his cold nose into the hollow of her cheek. He took her coat right off of her, as well as the scarf that had, at one time, been Phastos'. She pulled Jack's hat off his head for him.

"Aunt Thena, come on, you can show me how to use my new sword game!" Jack beamed at her, pulling her to the tv where Ben was hooking up the motion sensors necessary for it.

Phastos smiled as his son excitedly booted up his new game. Thena looked ever serious as the Warrior Eternal, but Jack could have no one better to show him how to stand and how to move without hurting himself. As much as it was in her nature, it was a nice change to see her smiling as she instructed.

"Cute, isn't it?" Gil chuckled beside his brother before setting his stockpot full of ingredients. "Be careful, though."

"Huh?"

"Thena hasn't forgotten you nailing me in the back of the head with that snowball," Gil advised as he started sharpening the knives and Ben pulled the turkey out of its salt brine. "She's still gonna get you for that."

"Oh, come on, you already got me," Phastos sighed, although he knew it was true. His sister was the Warrior Eternal, and she did not forgive any transgression against the Strongest Eternal.

"Yeah," Gil snorted, "but she didn't."

"I'm sure Thena's more mature than that," Phastos said loudly, as if that alone would keep him safe.

Thena listened from where she was watching Jack play his new game. She grinned as she heard Phastos scream at the top of his lungs. He could assume about her maturity all he wanted, but she had put snow in his slippers, in the sleeves of his house robe, even inside his news paper, all in the name of her husband.

[old-stoneface]

they were fucking insane for using that gay ass song in good omens "a nightingale sang in berkeley square" like that song is sappy and about being in love why would they mention that IN THE BOOK at the end of the last aziraphale+crowley scene . youre insane

[alliluyevas]

catch me writing up a three page document about all the different families in my multigenerational sims play

[noxtivagus]

looking at my rentry is kinda embarrassing help

[dancefevers]

sorry but like. getting even a tiny bit older has made me really like. stop understanding the appeal of being in a fandom about real people that exist in real life in like an obsessive and/or shippy way like. idk grow tf up 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[bumblingbabooshka]

Gee Tuvok how come Star Trek lets you have TWO wives?

I think everyone who’s into Voyager should get to have their own little version of T’Pel, keep her in your pocket. Star Trek’s never gonna add anything about her character, it’s time to go nuts!

My little pocket T’Pel. Country girl I loooove you....