please don't watch the British royal YouTube channel
please don't watch the British royal YouTube channel
me trying to get others to like chuck: look how soft he is. look how sweet he is. please ignore the fact that he's trying to ruin his brother's life out of jealousy
gay af to be in the Ankh-Morpork City Watch... what are you watching, other men?
Tbh my brains been fried as of late and I just do not have the energy to have nuanced conversations. Jesus Christ continues to be my rock every day
My cat all day:
My cat when I'm in a voicecall: meOW MEOw meow MEOW meEeEoOoWwW MEEEEEOOOOOOWWWWW
i keep going to add more bullshit to the warrior cats post and i am just barely stopping myself
It is Thighso Thursday
But also, put a waist on this man lol
when you and bae take "be gay, do crimes" a lil bit too far
silvers role being a selfish dps is. actually pretty fitting for him lmao
Impostor syndrome has been kicking my ass so much lately.
Hozier music is so perfect for rivamika.
im a meninist!! mens lives >> mine!! i OBEY my man! i am HIS property.
inspired by this post by @bisexualnursey and this post by @unconventional-turtle: it’s always a good time to cry about the zimbits wedding!
They’re the last ones left on the dance floor, alone for the first time all night. The lights are low, the room is empty, and in the background, Alicia Keys sounds like she’s singing directly to them: Some people want it all, but I don’t want nothin’ at all...
Bitty tucks his head into Jack’s shoulder. His husband’s (his husband’s!) hand is warm on the small of his back, guiding him just a little. They’re swaying more than dancing now, really. Bitty doesn’t mind; he’s full of good wine and his mama’s pie and so, so much love.
He can feel more than see Jack’s gaze on his face, so he looks up. Jack’s eyes are even brighter blue in the dark, almost electric. It takes Bitty’s breath away.
“Whatcha thinkin’ about, honey?” he asks.
When Jack smiles it’s exultant. “I just can’t believe how good your French was,” he murmurs.
Bitty laughs, shaking his head a little, and thinks about the endless hours he’d spent on the phone struggling over those vows, with Bob listening patiently on the other end. He’d been determined to get them right. Aloud he says, “I practiced a lot. Your dad helped.”
“It paid off.” Jack kisses his forehead. “It meant a lot, Bits. Hey” —he spins Bitty out and back into his chest— “have I told you lately how much I love you?”
Bitty stretches up and catches Jack’s lips. “Maybe once or twice today,” he whispers, teasing. “But I can’t say I’d mind hearing it one more time.”
Jack smiles back into the kiss and tells him, in French, again and again.
That’s it. That’s the whole island (or just about). Terrible, to see the water on all sides from one spot.
So I accidentally landed in the Marmien tag while procrastinating in work earlier in the week. I got inspired by the idea of how Mark and Damien might officially begin a relationship if Damien were the sibling Mark fell in love with originally.
It… Was supposed to be flirty. But then it went kinda sad. With that in mind, there’s a pretty strong focus on controlling parents so I’ve stuck it under a read-more.
Word Count: 1,694
It had been a wonderful night. Since gaining full ownership of the Manor, Mark had redecorated and brought it up to the full splendour it deserved. It was the location of many parties that would allow optimal chances to brush shoulders with the crème de la crème of the city. But tonight, it was a smaller, more important affair. Mark had invited his three closest friends over for dinner and drinks to celebrate William’s arrival home from an overseas expedition. The staff were given the night off so the four could fully unwind without the worries of anyone eavesdropping. Spirits were high as they swapped stories and snacks. William had been hired for a job that required him being security during a wildlife documentation trip. The meal was accompanied with tales of William’s adventures and mishaps. The conversation was briefly interrupted as the four partook in the chaos of attempting to clean the dishes. Bubbles were blown, Mark’s hair was soaked, but it was good times, something all of them needed.
One the kitchen was (hopefully) to the chef’s standards, they returned to the living room to lounge on the chairs and chat. They shared casual conversation, and all took it in turns to quiz Celine on the course she was taking. Her parents didn’t think it necessary that a woman get a qualification, but she decided otherwise. After all, they didn’t particularly care what she did if she did it herself. But as for her twin brother?
Oh, how Mark’s heart ached when he glanced at Damien. He was the youngest child, but the only son. That meant that he was the prime focus of the parents. He was left to burden the responsibilities of the family legacy, whether he wanted it or not. His life had been plotted for him with no room for discussion on the matter. Mark was sure that they would have encouraged Damien to distance himself from Mark and William because neither men were ‘suitable’ to their impossible standards, only that they had been friends since childhood. Mark was certainly thankful for that. Damien was already a lonely soul. He couldn’t bear to think about how worse it could be. He had already spent most of the evening quiet, unable to share his own tales with how restricted his life was.
It was why he jumped the gun and asked Damien to stay on when the others were getting ready to leave. Why force him back into his cage so soon? Maybe that was why Celine agreed, throwing her brother a sympathetic look, and suggested that she too would avoid going home so Damien wouldn’t face potential punishment. Damien was grateful for the support, giving a weak chuckle when William patted his friend on the shoulder and reminded him of the soldier’s promise to ‘pummel the daylights out of your old man’ if anything did happen.
When the door closed, Mark fetched Damien a glass of water. Alcohol would not help matters right now and he knew it. He didn’t want to bring the mood down any more, not when his heart was begging to do something.
A badly kept secret in the group was this: Mark had been in love with Damien for years. Not only that, it was reciprocated.
When they were teenagers, Mark’s parents - well-known patrons of the arts with generations of money running through their veins - had hosted a party to celebrate the success of an operatic production that had been on that day. It was a rare time Damien had returned home while in university. With Celine sick at home and William in the army barracks, the pair stole away from the stuffy public spaces and hid in the library. Talk gradually shifted from the opera they had watched, to the idea of what love was and what importance it played in their families, to how they themselves viewed romance in their lives, to Mark admitting he thought Damien to be quite beautiful and that it might be the first time he’s fallen in love, to Damien quietly confessing he wants to be with Mark. Their first kiss hidden amongst the books was soft and tentative. Murmurs of love were shared with breathy whispers, but neither could do more about it beyond sharing kisses and compliments and promises to be true no matter what. Damien was caught under his parents’ thumb. If they chased this relationship further, he would have been forbidden to return to university out of the state, transferred to the local university they wanted him to attend… And would have forbidden him to see Mark again. Instead, they agreed to stay on ‘not yet’. No matter how impatient Mark was, he’d wait. No other person made him feel ‘complete’ as Damien did.
(Oh, his parents had tried to encourage him to date Celine, but he refused. Sure, she was beautiful, but waiting for Damien was one promise he would keep)
Yet as the years went by, something always happened to result in Damien asking Mark to delay his advances no matter how he wanted the opposite. Every single time, the reason would lead to Damien’s suffocating parents being the root of the problem. At least now Mark, Celine and William were old enough to work together to try and give Damien a little more independence. Even now, Celine was willing to put her neck on the line so Damien could have some time alone with Mark with William as her accomplice. Which brings us back to the present. The pair sat in silence on the couch, Damien sipping the water as he was lost in thought. Mark barely needed to tilt his head to know that Damien was weighed down by the stories Celine and William had shared throughout the evening.
“For what it’s worth, I still think you’re incredible.” Mark’s attempt to break the silence hit the nail on the head.
“Of course you would say that,” sighed Damien, not objecting when Mark draped an arm over his shoulder and pulled him close. “You’d say that no matter what.”
“I say it because it’s true. You’re such a clever, charming, intelligent, handsome young man. I’d listen to you talk all night if you’d let me.” There was another sigh, but Mark lightly squeezed his shoulder. “Hey, no, don’t start that. I mean it. You’re so well-read, you always have something insightful to say about everything. You’ve been able to give me tips during my rehearsals for a play you’d never heard of, for pity’s sake. Those good days are coming. We’re all older and wiser, while your parents are old-fashioned farts.” Damien snorted, but he reluctantly moved back so he could look Mark in the eye. There was a smile Mark loved to see, but it was tinged with sadness.
“You always manage to face everything head-on like a wall you can easily climb. I’ve always liked that about you.”
“I’m sitting on that wall ready to pull you up whenever you want. Just say the word.”
“You know I can’t.” The conversation was spiralling back to one they’ve had several times over the years - whether or not now was the ‘right’ time to do anything with their feelings. “My parents won’t approve -”
“Your parents haven’t approved of me from the day I went into the acting profession. They haven’t scared me away, I won’t let them.”
“But -” Damien’s counter vanished into nothing as Mark cupped Damien’s chin with his hand.
“Do my advances make you uncomfortable?”
Mark leaned in.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“So then why not be selfish, my love, just for tonight?”
They were close, so painfully close that all Mark needed to do was push forward a fraction more. But he couldn’t. He had sworn to himself that this relationship was on Damien’s terms. If Damien moved away, he would respect that. He always did.
In that moment, Mark was sure that all his senses were amplified. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Damien was wearing the cologne Mark gifted him for his birthday and it made him feel giddy and light-headed. He let himself be mesmerised by Damien’s beautiful eyes.
He felt an arm snake around his neck. All he could taste was Damien on his lips.
Mark’s eyes fluttered closed as Damien indulged in selfishness and pressed against him. The kiss was quick to deepen as both men let the feelings they had bottled up spill out. Mark’s hands moved fast, wrapping around Damien’s waist and encouraging him to climb onto his lap. Damien broke the kiss to catch his breath.
“I love you. God, I - I need this. I need this so badly…” He trailed off with another kiss.
“Then stay. We can say you fell asleep on the couch and I hadn’t the heart to wake you. We can have tonight and then act like this never happened.” Mark was almost pleading. He would do anything if it meant he could have this moment.
“No… Fuck my parents. I love you and I’ve hidden that for too long. I don’t care what they think.” Damien’s stubbornness, at last, had kicked in; and both men knew it wasn’t the alcohol talking. Mark laughed and brushed a hand through Damien’s hair.
“I love you. And you know, I don’t think either the world nor history won’t care about us. Did you know they think a lot of the great historical figures in Ancient Greece were in same-sex relationships? If the world finds out, they’ll do whatever they can to pin us as close friends. I know I’ve read articles showing how wilfully oblivious the press can be if the couple travel in similar social circles” Tomorrow, Damien might decide to not be as open and bold about their relationship, but Mark would gleefully encourage it tonight as his hand pressed against the back of Damien’s head so they could kiss again.
Words weren’t needed now. They had each other. Without the world watching them, they could finally keep their promise from years ago as they broke apart and embraced.
For now, at least, they had tonight.