“This is,” Gil says, his bowtie audibly constricting his voice, “too much wedding.”
post-canon OT3, absolutely ridiculous fluff
“Complaints, yes,” Gil says, turning on him, “extensive, lengthy, book-length complaints that I can resurrect during my vows
if you’d like– get it on the official record–” He has his arms
companionably slung around Tarvek’s neck in a way that is 50% hug, 50%
headlock. “No objections.“
JASON: It’s full of wipeouts and every video has emo background music. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that Sollux was a rabid MCR fan when he was thirteen.
SOLLUX: half the camp luthtth after him but ive theen hith fucking american eagle boxther briefth on my thide of the damn cabin too many timeth to give half a shit about hith world-thaving abilitieth.
JASON: Sollux, was that necessary?
SOLLUX: yeah it wath.
(( as it goes, the seven each have at least one sibling from the homestuck crew. nico and hazel, appropriately, have two. ))
I’m slightly in love with the idea of Percy going to college to study Marine Biology and then actually getting a job with it and freaking everyone out with his fish voodoo. Like can you imagine “hey Jackson can see what’s wrong with that seal?”
“he’s lonely Jim”
“what? You didn’t even-”
“I said he’s lonely Jim”