What’s love so much about Markgemma is that they’re just:
I know you and you know me, better than anyone else could, and at the same time I don’t know you. There are parts of you that are a mysterious, that I’ve forgotten or have tried to forget, or couldn’t possibly know— though not through any fault of
yours or even mine. But because it’s been such a long time, during which people and things beyond our control have made new parts of us in the absence of each other.
I love the parts of you I know; I can’t bear to look at those same parts. I can’t learn the new ones I haven’t gotten the chance to. I want the chance. I fear it.
Because what if some part of me doesn’t love some part of you… as much as this part of me does now?
sometimes I’m afraid people will just forget I exist if I don’t constantly remind them I do.
“Who are you performing for—” Me. It’s for me. and You. And Anyone who’ll sit down and watch. Performance is part of my personality.
this town ain’t big enough for two weird little guys; one of us has to get therapy
“I hope you die—“ I hope you feel the pain of everyone who’s ever been afflicted with you. Every agonizing second that comes with the simple fact of knowing you. I hope you understand, down to your very core, their anguish.
And I hope it hurts.
Do you ever think about when Rose got trapped in Pete’s World at the end of Doomsday, she might have waited for the rift to open again? That she would wait for Ten to come get her? And if someone tried to pry her away from the wall she wouldn’t let go. She would kick and scream and cry and eventually just sit in silence. For hours. That there must’ve been a moment, one single moment after hours of her waiting and hoping against all odds, that she knew he wasn’t coming to get her.
…And that the moment would’ve happened after five and a half hours.
me when the non-human character wants to be human:
…I’m bringing this back because I feel unwell— chat is this them or am I crazy???
I see your ‘Sun/moon ship dynamic,’ and raise you ‘binary stars dynamic’ as in— we orbit each other. We stay in place and keep moving for the other because they won’t stop pulling us in and we won’t stop chasing them. We will draw each other closer and closer until we merge together and explode into a single, beautiful nebula made of our combined star dust. And the nebula is beautiful because it’s us together, because we were always meant to rip ourselves apart to put ourselves back together as one. We are on a path of mutually assured destruction but we can’t turn back now. it’s already happened. It hasn’t happened yet… but it will.
We are in love, after all.
ho did you just doom my narrative?
love doesn’t transcend severance…
…but the ability to love does.
No because the show isn’t even that good. It’s actually objectively bad. But at the core of it stands two men with such a complex and beautifully earnest bond it will keep the yaoi fans going for generations.