Marauder23

Megan. She/her. Ravenclaw. ENFJ. Social worker by day. Fic writer by night. 36. Enemies-to-lovers is my OTP. 🔞minors DNI. Twitter: marauder23_ao3 AO3: Marauder23

[marauder23]

AN INCONVENIENT ARRANGEMENT

Chapter UPDATE, 11/15, rated T

Louigan medieval AU

Chapter 11: Flight from Feeling

Louise turned back to Logan and pinched the bridge of her nose, closing her eyes, “—this isn’t a good time.”

Logan nodded, looking over Louise’s head to see the sad, curled form of her sister. “Is she alright? I assisted with what I could downstairs but thought perhaps…” he gestured to Tina.

Louise bit the corner of her lip. It wasn’t funny, really, but imagining Logan trying to talk her love-struck, emotional sister down just felt a bit comical. “You are too kind, sir, but I’m afraid Lady Tina is in need of some sisterly-bonding,” she whispered.

He narrowed his eyes skeptically and lowered his voice as well. “And what, pray tell, does that consist of for you? Sparring? Rounds of defense training? Engaging in a good battle cry?”

She scrunched her nose and slapped his arm, but the curve of her mouth gave her away. “Oy! I’ll have you know I’m very comforting and reassuring.”

“Of course you are, princess. The model of charity and good-will.”

***

Louise has her own thoughts after The Kiss. Her family weighs in on their thoughts regarding Logan. Louise is confronted with stark realizations and an upsetting surprise.

Check out the update: here.

[brainstreams]

[vellichorvibes]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/10 Fandom: Bob’s Burgers (Cartoon) Relationships: Louise Belcher/Logan Bush Additional Tags: Secret Relationship, Angst with a Happy Ending, Break Up, Post-Break Up, Aged-Up Character(s), Long-Distance Relationship, Unresolved Emotional Tension, 2010s, Alternate Universe - Rock Band, Flashbacks, Flashforwards, Breaking Up & Making Up, Time skips

Summary:

Louise leaves. Logan stays. It’s enough to fill an album. ||inspired by Noah Kahan’s ‘Stick Season’||

[motherfuckingshakespeare]

A HANDY CHART FOR THOSE OF YOU WONDERING WHAT THE FUCK IS UP WITH THESE. NOTE THAT THESE ARE ALL THE INFORMAL AND YOU IS THE FORMAL SO LIKE YOU WOULD ALWAYS ADDRESS YOUR SUPERIOR/ OLDER PERSON/ SOCIAL BETTER WITH YOU BUT WITH YOUR BUDS YOU CAN USE THESE. 

[sugar-petals]

this just in. our whole ass pope has politely announced the crusade against slop

[saturling]

together/canoodle

Second day of boblin week 2026 hell yeahhh

[salmonella-destroyer-of-worlds]

Actual roman epitaph for a dog

[disgruntled-foreign-patriarch]

humans are the same

[mornington-the-crescent]

[bedlamsbard]

I’ve seen this one doing the rounds a few times (and it makes me cry every time I see it), but was curious about the original Latin text, so I did some digging: it’s a shortened version of CIL 10, 00659, a tombstone from Salernum (modern Salerno, Italy). (source; CIL is the Corpus Inscriptionum Latinarum).

Portaui lacrimis madidus te, nostra catella,

     Quod feci lustris laetior ante tribus.

Ergo mihi, Patrice, iam non dabis oscula mille

     Nec poteris collo grata cubare meo.

Tristis marmorea posui te sede merentem

     Et iunxi semper manib(us) ipse meis

Morib(us) argutis hominem simulare paratam,

     Perdidimus quales hei mihi delicias.

Tu, dulcis Patrice, nostras attingere mensas

    Consueras, gremio poscere blanda cibos,

Lambere tu calicem lingua rapiente solebas,

     Quem tibi saepe meae sustinuere manus,

Accipere et lassum cauda gaudente frequenter

And here’s my translation:

Wet with tears I have carried you, our little (female) dog, just as I did in happier times fifteen years earlier (lit. “three periods of five years).  For myself, Patrice, now you will not give me a thousand kisses nor will you be able to lie lovingly around/against my neck.  I have sorrowfully placed you, merit-worthy, in a marble tomb and I have joined you always to myself in death, as by your cleverness you matched a human.  Alas, we lost such pleasures for myself!  You, sweet Patrice, were accustomed to join us at our table, to beg charmingly for food (while sitting in our) laps.  You were in the habit of greedily licking our cups with your tongue, which my hands often held for you.  Frequently and joyfully (you) receive a weary one with your (wagging) tail...

tl;dr: this dog was named Patrice and was very, very loved.  (another translation with some glossing of the text.)

[red-faced-wolf-deactivated20251]

[ospreyonthemoon]

It's the fact she's joined to them in death, it's the fact that she sat in her owner's arms and ate their food. That he held the cups down for her to drink from....

Hundreds of years and we still know she was loved. We still know how she liked to sleep. All these years!! Loving dogs is the same!!!!

[thaylepo]

gonna point out too that 15 years is an INSANELY long lifespan for a dog in ancient Rome. This dog was both well loved and well cared for to have lived so long. Obvs there's going to be some statistical overlap with ancient dogs with loving epitaphs having longer lifespans, but in a world without modern vetrinary science or medicine, no canine vaccines, and no nutritionally formulated dog food, this Roman's beloved pooch exceeded even the average pet dog lifespan today.

[sca-nerd]

As Gaston de Foix lamented in the 15th century, “the moost defaute of houndes is that thei lyven not longe inowe.” [the greatest fault of dogs is that they live not long enough]

[ariesrin]

The worst part about writing is that sometimes you actually have to write.

The best part about writing is also that sometimes you have to write.

I will not elaborate further.

[fluffmugger]

[leninthesixth]

you gotta include this photo

[cumpriest]

ağlıycam

[lilli-sturmreiter]

[dovewithscales]

This is it. The internet has come full circle. You can all go home now. We’re done.

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[rebelcptain]

ROGUE ONE: A STAR WARS STORY (2016)

cassian.exe stopped working

[asynca]

Write that one-shot. Those 3 chapters will be the best 10 chapters you ever wrote

[diggingforapplesyerhonor]

Fan art for Rogue One (2017.3) (I bet Jyn loves Chinese food)

[starscrawls]

'Would you care to dance my lady?'

'I don't entirely see the purpose, seeing as I've sworn to loathe you for all eternity'

'Consider it an occasion to step on my foot, should the mood strike'

'Well...when you put it like that..'

.

Yes I have been watching Bridgerton ❤️

[dionysiaproductions]

[madgirlautumn]

This is so obviously correct I can’t even think what the other answer would be.

[sashayed]

has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing

[boomstab-papa]

[thecraftgremlin]

Where’s that one post that’s like Reasons Why My Wife Cried This Week and when are we gonna get a fanfic of that but Ryland Grace.

[stargirl-and-potts]

Reasons my human has cried:

* New student, very small. Grace said it was pebble. Pebble is small Earth rock. Pebble likes name.

* He found out Eridians have no gender rules.

* Students brought him mineral sample. After he stopped crying he said he loves show-and-tell game. Human naming conventions oddly literal.

* I told him Earthsun grew bright.

* I took him up atop atmosphere bypass elevator to look at stars.

* He woke up from nap and found me still with him. I did not wait on his chest; he says I am heavy like “elephant” and he “couldn’t breathe.” I laid my arm over him instead, kept him close, feeling safe. He said “cuddle” was warm.

* Before class he heard younglings singing.

* He has plants in house from sprouts on ship. Plant grew “bud.”

* Engineers got seawater temperature right. He took off shoes and stood in water, sighing. He didn’t care about pants getting damp. Cried until shirt was also damp. Humans very endlessly wet.

* He missed “Doritos.”

* Adrian helped food scientists make taumoeba dried paste. Made it crunchy after heating. We fused it into triangle form. Told him it was Tauritos. That made him laugh-cry. Laugh-cry is rare and precious.

* He remembered Eridians have no gender rules.

* We made him celebration outfit. Used metals he calls pretty. He can see frequencies named “colorful” and “shiny.” These make humans happiest.

* I gave him hug when he wasn’t expecting it. Easier to hug close now with exosuit. Hug when Grace sitting down so he does not fall over.

* Told him to think long time, stay with me as long as he can.