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: “Love, after all, always said more about those who felt it than it did about the ones they loved.” ~ The Best of Me, Nicholas Sparks [Veronica Mars | Logan + Veronica <DrAbBlE>]

The siblings watched from across the street as the group left the courthouse – the main event couple in a white short lace dress and blue almost navy suit with white shirt no tie – in the middle of smiling, happy disbelieving, yet happy faces. Their hands were raised in the air, and you could catch the glint of the silver bands on their fingers, trapping and refracting the rays out and around. The siblings looked at each other and smiled, sad but resigned that the two people they loved most – her the groom, him the bride – had found each other in the toughest of seas and swam to shore together, braving anything California (read: Neptune) threw at them. They knew somewhere deep inside this was always how it was going to end up anyways, they were always the closest two of the four, the better friends and turns out the better lovers. Anyone who looked at them and or knew their story, would say ‘and you thought they weren’t going to make it?!’ would need to be checked into a mental hospital stat in their opinion. The girl could tell from here that the kisses, the smiles, and most likely glint in his eyes where she knew tears would be falling but he was hiding them behind black, Ray-Ban aviators, would be the best look on him yet, and while she had some fraction at that one point and she naively through that away, she knew her ex-boyfriend would treat her beloved best friend like the Queen of Sheba if she let him. While the woman studied the man, the man studied the woman, willing to save the white dress image for his dreamscape where it was, he was holding hands with, kissing and going to a bright future towards with. He had never in their time together, seen her shine as much as she was doing today as their group chatted on the sidewalk, someone at each point in time moving cars so the street buffers could get through before enjoying the merriment again. Taking the hand of the woman, he gave it a tight squeeze and her a hard and tight side hug before they turned and walked away, their notes of pride, congratulations and fair wishes, placed on the windshields of Neptune’s now married Veronica Mars, sleuth extraordinaire and NAVY fly-boy, fighter pilot Logan Echolls.

I read this once here somewhere (I can't find the orginal qoute :( ) and wanted to draw it. I think it's hilarious.

Muddy Waters

One need not be a chamber to be haunted; One need not be a house; The brain has corridors surpassing Material place.

Hands are clawing at the edges of his head.

All he can feel is the raw burning of deep scratches. All he can hear are high-pitched screams.

His mouth is open, but no sounds come out. Everything is drowned by the cries.

Cries for help, cries of pain, please please someone help.

A sane person would try to reason. There are no screams. There are no scratches. You are not hurting.

You’re fine.

Tony is not a sane person.

He hasn’t been for a while. He suspects he never was.

(He would laugh, if that didn’t bring back the retching. That’s always a mess.)

But the nails come back, and his head starts bleeding again.

Tony knows who those hands belong to— they used to be gentle to him. They used to pick him up after he fell, after he got hit, after he stumbled on his toes when he pushed himself to his limits and wandered around more asleep than awake.

“You okay there, Shellhead?” – “I’m fine, Winghead.”

Now they push him underwater, then proceed to claw at the scratches, just to let him bleed to death.

Tony welcomes them.

They’re a fine distraction from his burning throat.

He could try to swallow down gulp after gulp of the cheap ambrosia in the bottle on the nightstand, but he’s been there.

It doesn’t help. It never really helps.

Yet it’s the only liquid he has in the room. It’ll have to do.

(They say alcohol is good for wounds anyway.)

Only minutes later, an almost familiar figure stands out in the doorway. When he makes out the impressive physique and the righteous stand, Tony regrets giving in to his demons for almost one entire second.

He should have kept the burning throat.

The urge to laugh is overwhelming, and he barely manages to rein it in.

He feels delirious.

Hopefully, this time he will claw at his brain until he stops thinking for good.

“Hiya, Cap. C’mon in — ‘n’ siddown. I don’t ‘spose you’d care to join me in a drink?”

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Written for round 2 of @lightsonparkave, inspired by this quote.

On AO3.

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Theres a fic where everyone thinks shane and ryan re dating and at the start theres a lady named cindy whos like "this Ryan guy always orders tea for this Shane guy- who is he?! Why does he make him smile so much?" And I'm just wow I love it. I'm rambling and stuff but it had like 12k+ words? Sorry if I'm bothering you but I really really love your account!

Do You Not Know How Love Works? by LeyLines

Summary: “Fuck you, man,” Ryan growled, rubbing his tailbone where he landed on when he fell down just moments ago.

“I’m pretty sure that’s what Devon already thinks we’re doing,” Shane said cheerfully, not at all sounding bothered by the thought.

“Oh shut up, dude.”

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There are many many reasons why everyone thinks they’re together. They’re really not.…or are they?

This is that story.

Rated: Not Rated

Commentary: Man, this fic! It’s a lot of fun because it has these two tropes that I love so much: the outsider POV and the “everyone believes they are together, BUT THEY ARE NOT (yet)”, and the story manages to play with both in an excellent way. It’s a very good fic and I recommend it a lot.