Montana opening up some incredible possibilities here. imagine the chaos you could cause by filing a fraudulent marriage certificate for two random people who've never met
New fanfic trope: Montana Absentee Wedding
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Montana opening up some incredible possibilities here. imagine the chaos you could cause by filing a fraudulent marriage certificate for two random people who've never met
New fanfic trope: Montana Absentee Wedding
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The production value here is off the charts but this is also literally just what it feels like to play Uno.
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What’s really killing me is the storyline here. One of the friends is delighted to absolutely eviscerate him, whereas the other one looks pained. And there is a subtle overlay of Thanos’ line, “I’m sorry, Little One.”
While one member of the game revels in the destruction of his opponent, the other regrets it.  But only for a moment. Just as quickly, he begins to smile. Was the regret mocking? Or did his mask slip…. What is their history? What are their bonds? And why is one of them so gleeful to sever them? What brought them to this moment…
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I kinda hope Jeremy never notices or is told about Andriel so that years later something like this happens.
Jean: Shows Jeremy a picture of Sir and King Renee texted him.
Jeremy: "So cute! Who's kitties?"
Jean: "Renee is visiting Neil and Andrew."
Jeremy: "They started playing for the same pro team last year. That's cool that they are good enough friends to live together still "
Jean: Bombastic French Side Eye.
Jeremy: Confused Californian Puppy Eyes.
Jean: "Jeremy they're gay."
Sometimes I remember Kevin telling Neil it'd be easier if he was straight when he made it to Court and honey…baby I'm sorry to tell you this BUT You chose 4 out of 4 and all of them are queer. Not a single straight cell in those boys 😭
You ever think Andrew’s like, folding laundry in his apartment with Neil, throwing socks into their shared drawer because neither of them give a shit about socks, and then he has to pause because…he’s folding laundry.
For him and his boyfriend. Who are both adults with like, health insurance and shit. They say shit like “let’s go home” and “what’s for dinner?” Nothing is separated in their dresser except for workout wear because they need different size compression gear. They have matching jackets in the closet and pictures on the wall. They kiss each other good morning, and hello. They grocery shop. And suddenly Andrew’s nicotine gum is heavy in his pocket, because he stopped smoking so he’ll never be too out of breath to reach Neil.
Andrew has to stop to feel his heart, as if folding t-shirts was running a marathon, because he didn’t think he’d last this long. He didn’t think this was possible.
So Andrew sits in their apartment and feels.