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favourite hannah montana looks 3/?
Me when I try to go outside and fail in finding an outfit that doesn’t make me look like a pig
“We’re in the Endgame now…”
Artwork by Denver Balbaboco
Every single one of these… stunning.
final part of the angsty sanders sides fic
tw: self harm mention
Virgil glanced to him, trying to offer a smile, but getting shut down. He looked back down at this, sighing as his serving was dished to him. He tried to smile at Logan, who turned up the corners of his mouth at him. Patton took a seat, stealing Virgil’s plate to put some vegetables on it. Virgil opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted.
“Nope, don’t try to tell me you’re fine. You’re getting a healthy serving. You gotta stay healthy.” Patton smiled, at the other. Virgil couldn’t help but nod, giving in. Having someone who truly cared helped.
Dinner went rather quietly, no one but Patton having anything interesting to say. Virgil kept up conversation with him. He nodded, smiled, responded, just tried to make things feel less… forced. Roman didn’t speak at all, Logan spoke up occasionally. It made Virgil feel bad. He was at fault for making everyone feel out of place. Halfway through dinner he couldn’t handle it anymore. He stood quietly, turning to leave.
“Hey, Virgil, what are you doing?” Patton asked, turning in his chair to face the other.
“I’m going to my room,” he mumbled. He hadn’t ate enough. He would be hungry later, but he could just make due with what little he already had in his room. The end of a loaf of bread, the bottom of a jar of peanut butter, he could make it last until he gave in to coming down to make Patton happy.
“Why?”
“Because this isn’t working, okay? I love you, I do, but I can’t do this anymore. We can’t fake being happy until something works out! I know we can’t. I’m literally Thomas’s anxiety, I know when shit’s not gonna work out!” Virgil couldn’t help his anger. His frustration poured through his words. Everyone was looking at him now, even Roman who had refused to make eye contact with him the whole night so far. He gave a soft groan. “I’m going to my room.”
The silence after Virgil leaving was deafening. Roman stared at the spot where he stood, before sighing. He grabbed his phone, checking the text he had gotten earlier.
[virge: hey, after everythings done for the night, can the two of us talk?]
His lips pressed together.
“I… I need to talk to him for a bit, if that’s okay?” Roman spoke quietly. It only took a small nod from Logan to make him stand. He turned toward Patton, who just smiled.
“Go ahead, Princey,” Patton nodded, and Roman smiled back, before hurrying to the stairs and climbing them two at a time. He paused outside of Virgil’s room, before knocking quick and sharp. There was a soft, sharp gasp, before it went quiet.
“Virgil? Will you please let me in?” Roman spoke quietly, a gentle hand resting on the door. There was another soft gasp from behind the door, before a quick rustling. The sound of something being ripped, and finally, Virgil opening the door just enough to see Roman. Virgil slowly opened the door of his room, Roman managing to hide the look of shock on his face.
To put it simply, Virgil’s room was a mess. Tissues were everywhere, as were bandages and gauze. A roll of medical tape was laying on Virgil’s bed. Roman furrowed his brows gently at the sight, looking to Virgil quietly.
“Do you wanna talk in here or somewhere else?” Virgil asked, not bothering to hide it. Roman shrugged.
“Wherever you’re most comfortable.” He felt terrible holding back a pet name. Virgil deserved the world and more and all he could give was a desperate apology. The other nodded. Virgil moved into his room, sitting down on his bed. Roman followed, sitting down next to him. “Virgil I-”
“Roman, I’m so sorry that I made you feel like you had go break up with me. I didn’t mean to be such a shitty boyfriend. And I just…” Virgil sniffled, and was starting to cry. “I don't… I can’t stop loving you! Seeing you downstairs you… you just weren’t yourself. And I-”
“Virgil, please stop blaming yourself.” Roman’s voice was blunt, something not usual. “It’s not your fault. I didn’t mean to hurt you the way I did. Physically, or mentally. I’m so, so sorry for doing this to you. I should have been there for you. I love you so, so much Virgil. I just… I’m sorry.” Roman sighed, cupping Virgil’s cheek. “I’m… sorry you feel the need to hurt yourself. I know you do. There’s no need to hide it anymore. At least, not from me. I know I can’t make it up to you as quick as I wish I could. I just want to say I’m sorry.” Roman cupped Virgil’s hands in his own. Virgil was still crying softly, but also nodding now. He leaned forward, as if asking silently for a hug. Roman recognized this action quickly, leaning forward and taking Virgil into his arms.
“Everything’s gonna be alright, okay Raindrop? My perfect Stormcloud,” Roman cooed, running his fingers through Virgil’s hair. The two sat together like this for quite a while, Roman murmuring comforting phrases to Virgil, while the latter let himself cry into his arms. After a while, Virgil had calmed himself down enough to pull away from Roman’s arms. He sniffled a bit, before speaking.
“Can… can we start over?” The question was quiet, barely loud enough to exist. Roman smiled, squeezing Virgil’s shoulder.
“Oh, I don’t know, absolute stranger who, might I add, is pretty damn beautiful. What do you say?” Virgil gave a soft laugh at Roman’s reply.
“I think it sounds really good, handsome, prince like man who I totally don’t know.” He laughed, sadly, before Roman took him by surprise. He leaned forward, catching Virgil in a gentle kiss. He gave a noise of soft surprise, before giving in.
The kiss was short, but enough. The two pulled apart rather quickly, Roman with a smile and Virgil with flushed cheeks. They sat in silence a long moment more, before Roman hummed.
“Let’s go back downstairs, Patton and Logan are probably wondering what’s taking us so long.”
“Yeah, you’re probably right.” Virgil nodded softly, but didn’t move until Roman stood. He followed suit, rubbing at his eyes for a moment, before leading Roman out of his room. The two went down the stairs together, Virgil leading Roman, who barely kept a distance. Patton and Logan were talking quietly at the table. Their words were too soft for Virgil to distinguish, but Roman had a good guess of their conversation. Virgil moved toward the table first, before Roman stopped him.
“Let me,” he whispered gently, catching Virgil’s wrist. Virgil breathed, nodding and letting him go. Roman paused in front of them both, leaning against the table quietly, and exchanging nearly silent words between the other two. Patton looked up, and smiled warmly to Virgil, a sad smile. They finished speaking, and Patton stood, moving to hug Virgil tightly. Virgil accepted it, leaning into him and noticing the warmth as two more bodies joined the hug. He didn’t object, only let himself be held. He stayed where he was, shifting only sighly to hug everyone back. They all stood together for a long moment, before breaking apart gently. Virgil gave a soft breath, rubbing his arm as he tried to come up with an apology of some sort.
“Guys… I just wanna say that I’m sorry for how I acted at dinner. I shouldn’t have yelled and I-”
“Hey, kiddo, it’s okay. No one was acting right and it was probably making you anxious, right?” Virgil’s nod urged Patton on. “It’s not something you can control. I’m just glad you’re okay.” Patton smiled warmly at the other. The anxious side nodded. He looked up as Logan began to speak.
“Patton is right here, Virgil. We were acting out of place. It wasn’t helpful to you in your situation. We’re all just glad that you are alright, and wish to help you through whatever issues you may have.” Logan smiled a bit at him, pushing up his glasses before looking at Roman.
“You know I don’t have anything meaningful to say, Stormcloud. All my best material was earlier. Just know that I’m here for you, alright. More so than before.” Roman cupped Virgil’s cheek gently, before dropping his hand. Virgil, himself, nodded, catching Roman’s hand before it fell completely.
“Hey, uh, Pat?”
“Yeah, Virge?”
“… Do you think we could finish supper? I’m hungry,” he asked timidly. Patton’s soft laugh made him calm.
“Of course we can. Everything’s gonna be alright.”
“Yeah… it is.”
“‘Everybody’ includes you, Princey.”
What do you mean this isn’t canon???
look at them trying each other styles <3
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Whilst in Sydney in 1994, a man apparently tries to assassinate Prince Charles. And not a single fuck was given by His Royal Highness.
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I’m dead at his face in the last one like “Did you even try?”
And then when he gets pushed he’s like “Wait no let him try!”
his composure is just everything I aspire to be
OMG IT’S BACK!
CHARLES IS THE BEST OMG
Like how he stands there as if, “Okay, I’ll be perfectly still and we’ll see if you can hit me this time. Come on, it is like I’m giving you a head start.” He’s more annoyed with his cuff link than the wanna be assassin.
FOREVER REBLOGGING THIS.
THIS is how you deal with terrorists
Even if you go down you did it with dignity.
You all do know who his mother is right? You know the woman who stayed home during the bombing of London and drove Jeeps in WW2. They are trained to be final boss overlord level composed at age 2.
U don’t fuck with the Queen
His sister, Princess Anne, was the victim of an attempted kidnapping. The guy pointed a gun at her and told her to get out her car. She replied: “Not bloody likely.” And tried to kick him.
I can’t stop laughing…😂
It will forever haunt me that I cannot share this joke with everyone I meet
Roman: Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
Virgil: No, but I scraped my knee crawling out of hell.
Roman:
Virgil:
Roman: *sigh* I know I should have expected this but Virgil really
Virgil: Really. You didn’t honestly believe that I wasn’t going to what? Flirt back?
Roman: YOU CALL THIS FLIRTING VIRGIL YOU JUST CALLED YOURSELF A DEMON
Virgil: Yeah. Your point?
Roman:
Roman: *sarcastically* You know what, I hadn’t thought of that
From here:
To here:
Okay why is everyone sleeping on this scene tho
This is the most masterfully done scene and I have a lot of feelings.
Amy’s compulsive, nerdy, obsessive traits have been the butt of the jokes throughout the show. Everyone has constantly poked fun at her, called her out, teased her over that.
And here yet again when she freaks out over something so mundane which no regular person does - that is the moment Jake decides he wants to spend the rest of his life with her.
I think that’s so beautiful. Like they could have showed a scene where she’s being a badass and saves the day or they just survived a dangerous situation and that’s when he knows etc etc
But no they chose to have this in the most domestic and relevant and relatable setting ever. One which is showcasing one of her supposed “faults” which again Jake has mercilessly teased her about in the past. He looks over at her and just knows. He sees her as she is.
And the fact that there is no other conversation here enhances it even more. He just smiles to himself and the scene cuts there.
It is subtle and understated but so full of quiet emotion.
I’m going to be thinking about this one for a long time.
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