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You’re betaing my fic for SSSS and I was wondering if you could do it as I write it? Cause I have stuff right now and I’m just writing it in my free time
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You’re betaing my fic for SSSS and I was wondering if you could do it as I write it? Cause I have stuff right now and I’m just writing it in my free time
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Okay but my chemical romance is officially back this is not a drill hnnnngggggg
so my english professor told us this story last year about how he met his wife and it’s completely possible that he made it up just to entertain us but he says it happened and the story is this
he’s a a cruise with his parents to australia where he’s gonna spend a year or so for some reason. can’t remember why but it was job related. his mom is worried that if he spends too long away from her without her constant advice (my mom is also like this lol) he’s going to do something impulsive and ridiculous.
so, he decides to prank her by pretending to get married to a woman he just met. because he’s obviously so impulsive and ridiculous. so he’s talking to people and stuff and he asks this woman if she’s cool with pretending to marry him to prank his parents. and she says yes. then he goes and talks to the captain and crewmembers and he’s like “i have this ridiculously funny prank where i’m going to pretend to marry this lovely woman to freak out my mom.” and they, of course, reply hell yeah. so like since the first mate has the power to marry people, i guess, he agrees to the fake wedding.
so at lunch he’s like “mom, dad, this is alyssa. i met her last night and we’re in love and also getting married.” and his mom freaks out and that could be that. but no.
if they’re gonna do this they’re gonna go big or go home.
so, he changes his facebook status to “married to alyssa” and invites all his friends to his wedding in the middle of the ocean. (and they believe him and congratulate him and he’s concerned that his friends think he would really marry a random woman he met like six hours ago)
now his mom is getting really nervous b/c alyssa (the fake bride) got her friends she was on the cruise to be her bridesmaids. they got the first mate to “marry” then at dinner in front of people. the mom is horrified.
anyway the next day he goes “just kidding!” and it’s hilarious. but then he has to contact all his friends who were calling him on the phone and stuff to congratulate him to tell them it was an elaborate joke and they all think he’s an asshole and he and alyssa part ways but keep in touch b/c they… actually get along pretty well.
anyway like a year later they meet up again in boston (i think? big city that wasnt new york) and talk and end up dating for like a year and then end up engaged for real. and now he invites his friends to his real wedding and all their RSVPs essentially say “i’ll show up, but if this is another fake one i’ll fucking murder you” and the mom just flat out didnt believe him for a month because she’s not falling for that again.
and now they’ve been married happily for like three years and they’re expecting their second child who has probably been born by now
and the overall point of this post is: imagine your otp
I wanna write this so bad
ITS TIME ITS TIME ITS T I M E
NO IT’S TOO EARLY STOP RIGHT THERE
IT’S TIME
IT IS TIME
IT’S TIME
IT’S TIME
IT’S TIME
IT’S TIME
IT’S NOT TIME IT’S JULY
IT’S TIME
IT’S TIME
IT’S TIME
IT’S TIME
IT’S TOO DAMN EARLY. STOP.
ITS TIME. ITS BEEN TIME FOR MONTHS.
IT’S TIME GUYS
ITS TIME
IT’S TIME Y’ALL
ITS TIME
It’s time
It's time
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2. three last songs you listened to
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5. three songs you wish you could forget (because listening to them hurts)
6. three songs you wish you could erase from history (because they’re terrible)
7. three songs you didn’t expect to like but eventually loved
8. three songs that remind you most of summer and vacation
9. three songs that get you in the Christmas Mood
10. three favourite Halloween/spooky songs
11. three favourite songs from movie or TV series soundtrack
12. three favourite songs from video games
13. three songs you want at your funeral
14. three songs you want at your wedding
15. three songs you want to dance with your love to
16. three favourite songs for sex
17. three songs that remind you of your crush
18. three songs that remind you of your best friend
19. three songs that are your guilty pleasure
20. three songs that remind you of the person who sends this one
21. three songs of your childhood
22. three songs you listen to when you’re sad
23. three songs that never fail to get you pumped up
24. three favourite old songs
25. three favourite songs of 2017
26. three favourite non-English songs
27. three songs that you sing while drunk
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I remember seeing them perform this live on my campus.. My jaw dropped within 10 seconds.
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Having a new roommate is a trip
We’ve spoken a total of once, and it was brief, but my current roommates say you're cool so, okay that’s fine
The Last Five Years // Logince AU (Part 1)
So, here it is. I did it. At least, here’s the first part. This is probably my favorite thing I’ve written so far! I really love it! The point of view kind of goes back and forth between Roman and Logan from over the course of their five year relationship, hence the title of the musical. I highly recommend listening to the musical while reading this, but it can be understood without it! I hope you all enjoy this as much as I do :))) >
Warnings: Angst, break up, homophobia mention, arguing, crying, cursing, let me know if there are more!
Pairing: Logince
Roman let out a heavy sigh as he stumbled into the apartment. He was exhausted, physically and emotionally. After a summer in Ohio, he was back in New York City, and that meant back to the rejections. The only saving grace he thought of as he left his luggage in the bedroom, was his husband Logan.
Despite the rough patch they had been enduring, the fact remained that they were still enduring. Sure, his last visit wasn’t the best, but he said a lot of things that he didn’t mean. He wanted to apologize and go back to the way things used to be. “Logan?” He called out as he made his way back to the living room. He realized that his husband was nowhere to be seen, and a few of his things were missing.
His attention was drawn to the folded paper on the mantle, and the ring that laid beside it. He gulped as he stared at it. He knew that ring, more than anyone. It was like walking through a daze as he made his way to the mantle. He hoped that what this was wasn’t actually happening.
With trembling fingers, he picked up the ring first, knowing that his first instinct was correct without even reading what was on the paper, that had his name in big lettering. Both items were covered in a thin layer of dust, signaling that they had been sitting here for some time, undisturbed. He picked up the paper, seeing the writing on the inside of it.
His eyes scanned the page, filling with tears as he read further. He stumbled backward, falling into the couch behind him. Logan was over. Logan was gone. And he wasn’t coming back. He arrived at the end of the line.
Did I do this? He wondered. He seemed to think so.
Quickly, a wave of rage coursed through him. How could he leave? He could run for all he cared! It’s so simple, right? It’s right…isn’t it?
Emotions were coursing through him at a rate that he couldn’t process. He wanted him back, he wanted his light. He wanted him to go find something better.
He didn’t know what he wanted anymore, all he knew was that he was still hurting.
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Logan held his breath as he stood, looking at his date. He couldn’t help but think that he was breaking his poor mother’s heart, just by being with a man. He didn’t care though, there was just something about the man in front of him, with the sandy blond hair and a bright smile. “So, is there any reason that this won’t work?” Roman questioned with a teasing tone.
“Hm,” Logan pondered for a moment. “I don’t believe there’s anything at the moment.”
“Really?” Roman leaned forward, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “What if I had a really bad tattoo?”
He shrugged, “I don’t see how that would affect how I see you.”
His date hummed, “True…what about a shaved head?”
“I suppose that would be cool. It is your hair, I cannot dictate what you do.”
The questioned kept rolling, moving from minor questions to wild backstories. Logan couldn’t help but think about the people he had in the past who couldn’t even measure up to Roman. He couldn’t lie to himself and keep dating people he couldn’t be happy with. He had to chase his own destiny, and from what he could see, he could see it with this man.
Despite only knowing him for a little less than a year, he knew that this was everything he could want. “What if I liked to drink blood?” Roman replied, talking like a vampire.
“I’d think it’s cute,” Logan blurted without thinking.
There was a moment of silence, worrying him instantly. He messed up. He should not have said that. Why did he say that? His train of thought was interrupted by loud laughter emanating from Roman. It was like peals of bells, and he couldn’t breathe.
Why did he do this to him?
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Roman and Logan sat on the edge of a pier, opening onto a pond. It was a gentle, yet awkward silence. They didn’t know what to say to each other. Each of them felt guilty but over different reasons.
Roman closed his eyes, feeling the anxiety welling up inside him. He knew he had to try. He loved the man next to him and didn’t want to lose him. He would do whatever it took to keep him while he could. He sent a soft smile to his husband, “I can’t believe you really came, and that we’re sitting here,” he breathed.
“Of course I would come,” Logan replied.
“Hey, I’m happy that you’re here,” he grabbed his hand. “See? I’m smiling.”
Logan chuckled gently, before glancing back over the pond. “Y’know, I think you’re really going to like the show,” Roman nudged him. “I’m pretty sure it doesn’t suck.”
The pair laughed, even though it was super funny, it was enough to get some of the awkward out. This isn’t so bad, Roman cheered. See? We’re laughing. He took in a deep breath, knowing that this is the time to bring it up. There was time to talk. “I know things have been rough lately, but I think we’re starting to get better,” he noticed that he caught Logan’s full attention. “I mean, we’ll have to try a little harder to make this last. We know what can be better, and I will own when I was wrong. What if we make a new start this weekend, while it’s just you and me?”
The man beside him let out a sigh, “I wish I could. I want to make things better, but there is another party they are throwing and they expect me there. It is on Sunday.”
Roman deflated, “Oh.”
There was another moment of tense silence before he let out a deep breath. “I didn’t know you had to go so soon? But, it’s whatever, because you have to, right? It’s alright, we have tonight at least.”
“Actually,” Logan adjusted his glasses. “I was unable to book a flight after tonight, so I will be leaving around four.”
He felt like he had been punched in the chest. Without thinking, he stood up, walking away from his husband. “Roman?”
“You know what makes me crazy?” Roman seethed, unable to contain the anger boiling inside of him. “You know what makes me nuts? I thought we would be sharing our time, and you’re going to choose someone else to be with.”
“No-”
“No, you are.”
“N-”
“Yes Logan, that’s exactly what you’re doing!” Roman snapped. “You could be here with me, or be there with them! As usual, guess what you pick?!”
“Roman-”
“No Logan, you do not have to go to another stupid party! You stay with your husband on his fucking birthday!” He paused before continuing, “ Or you could, god forbid even see my show!”
“I want to be here!” Logan retorted.
“I know it must drive you crazy,” he sneered. “That you won’t get to play with your little boyfriends!”
“You’re being crazy.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Yes-”
“No, I’m not!” Roman exploded, tugging at his hair in exasperation. “And the point is, that it’s all about you! Marvelous, novelist you! Oh so wonderful, only twenty-eight and he’s the savior of writing! It’s just you, and you, nothing but you! And I-”
His voice cracked the end of shouting as the tears started pouring down his face. All the while, Logan’s face remained stoic, even as he dissolved into sobs. He just stood there and watched him. “I swear to god, I’ll never understand how you can stand there and see I’m crying,” he looked away from the man he wanted to love. “And not do anything at all.”
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Logan lowered the phone from his ear, in awe of the conversation that had just taken place. An agent wanted him, and a publishing company wanted to publish his book! Since he had dropped out of Columbia, he was worried that he wouldn’t make it. He sent his manuscript to that agent dozens of times, and he finally looked at it. And found a place that would publish him already.
And aside from that, things had been going exceedingly well with Roman. They had been seeing exclusive for almost a year now, and he had been conflicted with the choice to ask him to move in. He couldn’t believe he was only twenty-four, and things were going perfectly. He had complete confidence and knew that he wanted to be with Roman for the rest of his life.
He was about to receive $2000 without rewriting a word, so it would be the perfect time to find a new apartment with his boyfriend. Deep down, he began to wonder if things were moving too fast. Some people freeze out fo fear that they will fail, but he decides that he will keep moving along. Maybe he couldn’t follow through, but what else was he supposed to do?
Maybe things were moving too fast, but he didn’t care.
Sometimes, Logan could really get in his head.
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And all Roman could do was watch.
It was when Logan was writing a book, almost like a trip to Logan land. He just stares out the window for a long time, his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. He was always drawn to that face when he was thinking really hard. Sometimes, in the middle of his concentration, he would smile. His eyes would light up, and he would just melt.
He fell in love every time he saw that smile. No matter what happened, that smile made him come back time and time again. No matter if he felt like he was in his shadow at parties. No matter if he followed his stride, he said he would stick it out. And every time Logan smiled, he was home.
No matter what, they were in this together. He’s a part of that.
Isn’t he?
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p>“Roman, I have a Christmas story I would like you to hear,” Logan held his notebook, which held the story he had written as a gift for his boyfriend.
It was their first Christmas together, and he wanted to do something special. What was more special than a story? Roman smiled, “I would love to hear it!”
He grinned, clearing his throat as he began to read the words from the page.
Schmuel would work till half-past ten at his tailor shop in Klimovich
Get up at dawn and start again with the hems and pins and twist
Forty-one years had come and gone at his tailor shop in Klimovich
Watching the winters soldier on, there was one thing Schmuel missed
“If I only had time,” old Schmuel said
“I would build the dress that’s in my head
A dress to fire
The mad desire
Of girls from here to Minsk
But I have no more hours left to sew”
Then the clock upon the wall began to glow…
And the clock said:
“Oh Schmuel, you’ll get to be happy!
I give you unlimited time!
So Schmuel, go sew and be happy!“
But Schmuel said
"No, no, it’s not my lot
I’ve gotta make do with the time I’ve got”
Schmuel was done at half-past ten and he said “Goodnight, old Klimovich”
Put on his coat to go, but then the clock cried, “Wait! Not yet!
Even though you’re not wise or rich
You’re the finest man in Klimovich
Listen up, Schmuel
Make one stitch and you’ll see what you get”
But Schmuel said
“Clock, it’s much too late
I’m at peace with life
I accept my fate…”
But the clock said
“Schmuel! One stitch and you will
Unlock the dreams you’ve lost!”
So Schmuel, with reluctance, took his thread
He pulled a bolt of velvet and said
“I should take out my teeth and go to bed
I’m sitting here with talking clocks instead!”
And the clock said:
“Oh Schmuel, you’ll get to be happy!
I give you unlimited time
Just do it and you can be happy!“
So Schmuel put the thread through the needle’s eye
And the moon stared down from a starless sky
And he pushed the thread through the velvet black
And he looked, and the clock was turning…back
So he grabbed his shears and he cut some lace
As the hands moved left on the old clock’s face
And his fingers flew and the fabric swirled
It was nine-fifteen all around the world
Every cut and stitch was a perfect fit
As if God Himself were controlling it!
And Schmuel cried through a rush of tears
"Take me back! Take me back all forty-one years!”
And on it went down that silent street
Till Schmuel’s dress was at last complete
And he stretched his arms
And he closed his eyes
And the morning sun finally started to rise
And the dress he made on that endless night
Was a dress that would make any soul take flight
Not a swatch, not a skein had gone to waste
Every ribbon and button ideally placed
And sewn into the seams were forty-one seasons of dreams
Dreams that you could feel
Coming real
And that very dress, so the papers swore
Was the dress a girl in Odessa wore
On the day she promised forevermore
To love a young man named Schmuel
Who only one day before
Had knocked at her kitchen door
When the story had finished, Logan noticed the twinkle in his husband’s eye, the one had that been missing as of late. Despite what he originally said, that was just an introduction to his actual gift. “Roman,” he took his hands in his. “I know you’re not happy, and you deserve to be happy. As a result, I want you to stop temping.”
Roman opened his mouth to protest, but Logan cut him off, “I want you to start auditioning full time. I want everyone to see the brilliant man who inspires me. Isn’t it time you be the ambitious freak that you are?”
His boyfriend’s eyes drifted to his lap, his grip tightening slightly, “What if I’m not good enough?”
“I wish you could see how special you are. And don’t worry, take as much time as you need to. I have an appointment with a headshot photographer and a Playbill where you’re right for something on every page.” He paused, cupping his face, rubbing his cheekbone with his thumb. “I’m lucky to be in love with someone like you.”
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“Logan! I’ve missed you!” Roman cried out as his husband’s face appeared on the screen.
He returned the smile, “I have missed you as well. How is Ohio?”
The actor folded his arms over his chest, “I could eat a fish from last July and it wouldn’t be as awful as a summer in Ohio.”
“I’m sure you’re being overdramatic.”
“I’m sharing a room with a former stripper and his snake named Deceit.”
“…Point taken.”
As he chatted, he couldn’t help but miss being in New York City, where he had cable, hot water, Vietnamese food…and him. He was tired of acting only at the matinees and of the castmate who had taken an uncomfortable liking to him. He knows he wants him, but he wasn’t ever going to get him. He found his guiding light already.
Son of a bitch, he couldn’t believe he had done something right.
He could chew on tinfoil, or get a root canal in Hell, but it still wouldn’t be as awful as a summer in Ohio. All because Logan wasn’t there with him.
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“Is that one John Lennon?” Roman questioned as he and Logan made their way down the street.
Logan shook his head, “No, that one’s Jerry Seinfeld. That one’s John Lennon there.”
“That’s the San Remo!” He exclaimed, pointing out the building.
His boyfriend snickered in reply, “No, that’s the Dakota. The San Remo is up a few blocks from here
“Isn’t that the Museum?”
Logan nodded, “Have you been inside the Museum?”
Roman clapped his hands together, a wide grin growing, “Can we go see the dinosaurs?”
“We should go meet the dinosaurs,” his boyfriend chuckled, pulling him towards the large building.
As the pair made their way to the dinosaur exhibit, Logan began to grow nervous. He knew this would be a perfect opportunity to propose, and despite having this conversation millions of times, doing the act was a whole other idea. “Darling?” Roman rubbed his back, “Are you alright?”
“I am quite fine,” he took a deep breath. “More than fine actually. I have something I would like to ask you.”
Not waiting for an answer, Logan retrieved the box from his pocket, getting down on one knee. He ignored the passerby’s stopping to watch, “Will you share your life with me? For the next ten minutes?”
“Logan,” Roman breathed.
“There are so many lives I want to share with you. I will never be complete until I do.”
There was a heavy silence as he waited for his boyfriend’s reply. “I won’t always be on time,” the actor smiled widely. “But anything other than being exactly on time I can do. I was to be your husband. I want to die knowing I had a long full life in your arms.”
The pair embraced as the crowd around them began to cheer. They met in a quick, yet passionate kiss before staring into each other’s eyes. They had so many dreams they wanted to share, and they knew this was right. They wanted to be together until there was no one left who knew them apart.
This is mesmerizing to watch.
actually physically painful to watch because you know months were spent masking all those frames for each of the kajillions of transitions in this
Holy………..shmokes…….
Oh?? My god??
THis is fucking amazing
