#sfth gemma

[gemma-of-shropshire]

I don't miss him. I don't! I just- didn't throw his things away because I didn't want to waste some perfectly fine clothes that he knitted, that's it.

I don't- need him, fuck's sake. And if I ever see his stupid pretty face again, I'll sucker punch him and break his pretty nose. That's it.

Yep.

[local-human-disaster]

It's not an act of love if you make her. You make me do too much labor

Companion piece

[milk-is-stable]

drabble request: 11 with The Enigma of the High Visionary pls?

you guys really wanted number 11: "You left, and somehow I'm the one who feels guilty" with Gemma and Thomas, so I'm more than happy to oblige! It's about 730 words, so I've put in a cut to save some space on your dash. Enjoy!

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"-and then Anakin saves everyone by flying in a starfighter and deactivating the whole droid army, and then Liam Neeson dies and Obi Wan Kenobi promises to train Anakin instead, and-"

"Okay Thomas, it really is time for bed now. I promise you can tell me more about it tomorrow, okay?"

"O-kaaaaaay. Will you come up and tuck me in?"

"Yes, I'll tuck you in."

"Yay!"

Thomas scrambled off the couch and bounded up the stairs, and after a moment, his father rose and followed him.

Gemma watched silently as her little Thomas continued chattering away to his father while pulling on his pajamas, brushing his teeth, and snuggling into bed. Thomas Sr. awkwardly reached down and pulled the blankets up around Thomas Jr.'s shoulders and smoothed his hair back from his forehead, and the little boy sighed in contentment.

"I love you, Daddy!"

Thomas Sr. smiled, and leaned down to press a kiss to his son's temple.

"I love you too."

He flicked the light off, leaving the room bathed in the soft glow of the constellation stickers on the ceiling before slowly closing the door.

"You know what's insane to me?"

Thomas Sr. jumped slightly at the sound of Gemma's voice, and he turned to look at her. She stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, her arms crossed over her chest and an unreadable expression on her face.

"You left," she continued when Thomas Sr. didn't respond. "And somehow, I'm the one who feels guilty."

Thomas Sr. winced at the tone of her voice, and he fought the urge he felt to look away from her.

"Why would you feel that way?" he asked, and Gemma raised an eyebrow at him.

"Because for years I told him that you weren't coming back. He was convinced that you'd come home someday and I told him over and over again that you wouldn't. That it was just the two of us now, and that we had to move on. And now I can't help but wonder if...I don't know, if I'm the one who failed him, by trying to deny him that hope. Now you're here, and I want so badly to be able to move on like nothing happened because that's what he wants, the three of us together again is what he wants more than anything in the world, but I just don't know if I...if we..."

Gemma rubbed her eyes, and let out a humorless laugh.

"A part of me can't let go of what you did, and now just like before, I'm the person standing in the way of what he wants."

She shook her head and moved to close the bedroom door, but before she could Thomas Sr. found his voice again.

"You don't have to forgive me, Gemma."

She paused, and he took a deep breath.

"I won't ask you to do that, not after everything I did to hurt the both of you. I tore our family apart, I can see that now. You have no reason to invite me back into your life, and I wouldn't blame you if you never want to speak to me again."

Gemma bit her lip, and Thomas swallowed.

"I won't ask you to let me to stay here with you, I won't ask that you and I try to go back to the way things were before. I'll even be the one to tell Tommy why we can't do that, if you want. The only thing I'll ask is that you let me see him. I want...I want to try and be his father again. I owe him that much, at least."

Gemma sighed, and leaned against the door frame.

"I'm not going to kick you out, Thomas. You need a place to stay, and I also...I do want you to see him. Even if you and I never...I want you to see him. Just...I need some time to think, alright?"

Thomas Sr. nodded, and Gemma shot him a small, pained smile.

"Well...goodnight, Thomas."

Thomas smiled back, and for the first time since the three of them had left Dillon's compound, he felt a bit of the tension he'd been carrying in his shoulders ease. He had another chance. And he was going to do everything in his power not to mess it up this time.

"Goodnight, Gemma."

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Send me a number and a character/LF and I'll write a drabble!

[applepixls]

gemma dress up pt. 2!

face design, pt. 1

[very-confused-alpaca]

so I might have fell a bit in love with the music from The Mad Ones. watched some high school production of it that was available on youtube and the plot was a bit unsatisfying imo, but the music SLAPS and i went kind of insane over it for a couple of days.

anyway, of course i had to somehow connect it to sfth.

dedicated to @solar93 and @fern-daysss, two of my favourite gay little people in my phone :)

[pandora-audax]

So Gemmadonna huh...

Crossover - @sapphicfromthehipweek

@solar93 asked, solar gets.

Totally planned on giving them a full page yeah totally didn't draw them on a little page and decided to give them a full big page cuz i loved them sm...

Too much text under cut:

Dog Walking - I think its super sweet if Gemma saw Belladonna struggling to handle two dogs at once so she decided to help and they had a fun time talking.

Movie - Belladonna isnt a movie person but she enjoys watching Gemmas reactions.

Maffia - What explaination do you want..?

Dresses - Belladonna hates wearing dresses, Gemma isnt a big fan of them but likes it. These dresses are inspired on two of my own dresses by the way...

Chill star watching - Belladonna isnt used to watching stars but Gemma convinced her to come.

<3

[vycookie]

am i allowed to ask about gemmas. totally not the gemmas guy here noooooo

I was sending another ask to you as I was receiving this lmao. But hello esse!!

Ship it

1. What made you ship it?

I thought they were pretty compelling in the lf, but they kinda left my mind afterwards. I just thought cool and didn't think much of it. UNTIL someone named esse made an rp blog of them and I got obsessed. I was refreshing the blog everyday to see what was new even before I got a tumblr acc. Esse the way you write them. I adore it.

2. What are your favourite things about the ship?

The rp blog obviously. They're so idk man I can't explain it. Gemma you will always slay to me. They're so angsty and soft ughhh. I just like hurt/comfort and this ship is very much that.

3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have?

Not that I can think of at the moment. Esse's them is them in my head idk what to tell ya. Thomas does wear glasses though and I will stand with that.

[typingfoxes]

The Enigma of the Spotless Mind - Chapter One - It’s Happening.

(Fuck it, I’m posting it. So I’ve been really engaged in the RP side of Tumblr the last month or so and love @gemma-of-shropshire’s version of Gemma and Thomas a lot, (it’s me, @yourlittleshadow, helloo.). I’m also a massive fan of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. I cannot stress enough, if you have not seen it and you like films that are unique in their storytelling, structurally and visually, please give it a go. Even if you don’t end up enjoying it, it’s such an engaging piece of media with a lot thematically to chew over. So I’m starting a fic where Thomas and Gemma choose to forget each other. Permanently. I’m waiting on an invite on AO3 and will probably transfer it over to there once I’m able, and maybe revise anything I feel the need to, but for now I’ll post it here on my main. It will be following similar beats of the film, but made to fit around Thomas and Gemma and their whole history instead. This version of them are heavily inspired by the @gemma-of-shropshire blog as well. I’ll be linking tracks from the soundtrack that fit the vibe of the current chapter. Enjoy!)

“Good morning, Lacuna.” the blonde receptionist chirps as she answers the phone.

Thomas keeps looking up at her from his spot in the waiting room. She looks so similar to her, at least the last time her saw her. Of course she does. Isn’t that the perfect last kick in the teeth? He comes here to forget her, like she forgot him, only for her near doppelgänger to be the one to check him in.

He peeks down at the overflowing bag at his feet, filled with everything he had left that he shared with her. DVD’s of their favourite films, handwritten notes, sketches she’d drawn of him, his ticket from the first show they’d watched together, the special edition collection of Shakespeare she’d bought for his twenty first, all of it thrown into a black bin bag. Like none of it mattered. He supposes it doesn’t now.

The sun coming through the window glints against the wedding band still on his finger. He should throw it in the bag too. She probably did the same when she brought in all of her memorabilia. He wriggles the metal from his finger slowly, trying to not bring too much attention to himself. When it finally comes loose, he holds it between his thumb and forefinger, turning it over, as if he’ll find something new he hasn’t already seen over the better half of a decade.

“Mr Wright?”

Thomas doesn’t know what possesses him, but he shoves the ring into his pocket when the doctor calls his name, springing up from his seat, like he’s been shocked.

“Yes, that’s me, yes.” He squeezes his eyes in embarrassment for a moment when he hears how pathetic he sounds. The doctor waves him through.

-

“I’m Thomas Wright, and um…I’m here to…erase Gemma Brie-Arne…Is that- Was that okay?”

“Very good, Mr Wright,” Dr. Mierzwiak drawls, an odd mix of comfort and patronisation in his tone as he scribbles his notes, “now, tell me about Gemma.”

Thomas’ eyes flick between Dr. Mierzwiak and the running tape recorder in the middle of the desk. This is even more daunting than he realised.

“I..I’d just started uni? I didn’t think I’d get in, honestly, I’ve never been the brightest.” He gives a weak laugh, falling back on his old familiar maladaptive coping techniques.

“Try to just focus on the part of the memory that includes Ms. Brie-Arne for now, Mr Wright.” Dr. Mierzwiak gives a patient, thin smile.

“Right...right. Well, it was my first lecture. I’d sat up in the back, so no one would pay too much mind to me. I wasn’t really ready to ‘meet’ people yet?” Thomas scratches at his wrist as he remember the next part. “Then she walked in, and…I couldn’t stop looking at her. She hadn’t said a word, but I could tell she was so sure of herself, you know? And then she sat next to me, and I wanted the ground to swallow me up cause I hadn’t stopped looking at her, and she probably thought I was creep. I can’t remember what I said, but she laughed and introduced herself, and I kind of became obsessed with her. Not obsessed, that’s weird! I just thought she was…something else.” Thomas gives a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. “And then…it just went wrong. All of it. We got married, had a son, but…I didn’t think she ever thought I was good enough. So…” Does he need to talk about that? He doesn’t want to, at all, but he must need to for the procedure to go smoothly. “I left. Went to…went to this place, to make myself better? More of a man? I don’t know, it seems ridiculous now.” He grimaces, remembering everything that happened in that place. He’d worked through a lot of the worst parts in therapy, after the fire a year ago, but some parts still made his skin crawl.

“And what’s brought you here, why do you want to erase Ms. Brie-Arne?”

It’s a harder question than Thomas thought, because there’s so many reasons.

“She did it to me? She hates me. The last time I saw her, before she, you know…She told me to go fuck myself. That I’d lost any chance of coming back, or ever seeing Tommy. I mean, that makes sense, I guess. What kind of father abandons their child?” ‘Or attempts to abduct their own child to try and appease a crazed madman’ he adds silently. He looks down into his lap, ashamed he’d ever allowed himself to be swept away with his empty promises, that he’d willingly ruined the one thing he should have kept close.

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The ‘map building’ portion of the process is somehow even harder to stomach. He’s sat with this overbearing contraption around his head, whilst Dr. Mierzwiak and a younger doctor carelessly slap each item from his black bag onto the counter in front of him, asking him to focus on the memories associated with them. He wants to tell them to be more careful, but then remembers it doesn’t really matter, they’ll only get thrown into a skip after this.

After they type a load of coding jargon Thomas doesn’t understand, commenting about ‘healthy readings’, they remove the item and replace it with another. Then another. And another. It feels like it goes on for hours, being forced to remember the times where he hadn’t ruined it all. Where she still had belief in him.

His mind wanders at one point, his eyes trailing off to the side, confused when something doesn’t seem right. It’s like the room’s duplicated, but one version is much fuzzier than the other. He watches a blurred version of himself be shown one of the items he’d just seen tossed to one side, the doctors repeating their jargon and ‘healthy readings’ comment-

Wait, what’s happening?

This feels wrong all of a sudden.

“Um,” he meekly calls out. “Excuse me?”

The room shifts again, and he’s sat at Dr. Mierzwiak’s desk whilst he scribbles, the tape recorder running, but the contraption’s still around his head, and the younger doctor’s still putting the same items in front of him.

“And what’s brought you here, why do you want to erase-“

“Is it happening?” Thomas blurts out, desperate to understand. “Am I in my head, is it already happening?!”

Dr. Mierzwiak looks up from his notes, not seeming to be phased by Thomas’ panic.

“Well…Yes, I suppose this is what it would look like.” He smiles as if he hasn’t just shattered any hope Thomas was holding onto that he would chicken out before it was too late.

Okay…

Okay.

It’s happening. They’re erasing her. A few hours, and it’ll be over. He won’t have to miss her anymore.

He won’t have to feel guilty.