#going to the chapel of love

[bumblepony]

OK, Maria Miller Hivemind, I've got a question for you all. If Maria and Tommy were getting married in a modern setting with a Western theme, what wedding dress do you think she would wear? And how would she style her hair?

Secondary questions what would the bridesmaid dresses look like? Sarah and Tess are alive and would totally be bridesmaids.

Throwing this out there for anyone who has an idea but tagging some of my favorite Maria lovers. @mariatesstruther @ameerawrites @clickergossip @hypnotisedfireflies

[egophiliac]

LEON

LEON YOUR EYEBALLS

[liquidatorbruntfca]

i love you nyota uhura i love you christine chapel i love you deanna troi i love you beverly crusher i love you tasha yar i love you lwaxana troi i love you kate pulaski i love you ro laren i love you keiko o’brien i love you jadzia dax i love you kira nerys i love you leeta i love you moogie i love you ezri dax i love you kathryn janeway i love you b’elanna torres i love you seven of nine i love you t’pol i love you hoshi sato

[lordcastaway]

of course jean is doomed he is french

[kaffkanya]

chapel will forever be my favorite girlfailure bc imagine having the craziest crush on this hot as hell vulcan man and you try your hardest to get closer to him & u kinda fail, but hes vulcan, so its expected. theyre complicated and all that. but then said vulcan man is out here calling your captain t'hy'la, saying its a pleasure hearing his voice, giving him massages, playing chess w him every other day, talking about this simple feeling, letting him touch him in any way he wants.. like. id go CRAZY crazy, you would catch me in my room like

[ruporas]

wolfwood redraws (ID in alt text)

[elation-station]

the town bisexuals are at your door it is time for you to pick a bride

[gentlegentian]

rip piper mclean you would've loved chappel roan

[youandthemountains]

they are so insane about each other that no one on the ship understands their deal but each other

[starmaker-astral]

It's Candlemas today (Crêpe day) and I know for sure that today, Crowley invited Aziraphale to a fancy spot of lunch somewhere in Paris, to eat crêpes (this time without risking his life) 🥞

[the-broken-pen]

“I don’t need you.”

It sounded less grounded than the villain had wanted it to. It sounded like something someone had told them to say, and they were just repeating it with half hearted determination. They said it again, “I don’t need you.”

“No,” the hero agreed. They were grinning. “You don’t.”

The villain floundered. They, in all honesty, wanted a fight. To prove something, they supposed. That they really didn’t need the hero. That they weren’t in the wrong, here. “What?”

“I said,” the hero said slowly, and the beginnings of a grin curled at the edges of their mouth. “You don’t need me.”

“I don’t need you,” the villain repeated, and the hero nodded encouragingly. It just made the villain want to hit them.

The hero lounged against the doorframe, halfway in and halfway out of their apartment. And truly, that was the worst bit of it all—the hero wasn’t showing up outside the villain’s house, or driving by the villain’s work to see if they truly looked happier without them. But the villain was.

They wanted to scream, and kick, and throw plates onto the ground.

‘Leave me alone.’

But they couldn’t say that, because the hero had. They had cut contact and blocked numbers and ignored the villain’s car as it went by. Still, the villain felt haunted. As if they would never be clean of the hero, parts of their soul forever dirtied by it all.

The hero’s smile, and the way their voice sounded when they knew the villain would cave to their wishes.

They just wanted the hero to—

“Leave me alone.” It slipped out against their better judgement. From the way the hero’s grin widened, they knew it had been the worst thing they could have said.

“Darling, I have,” the hero said, their tone saccharine. Pitying. “You’re the one outside of my apartment.”

It felt like being burned alive, the frustration of it. The way it rose in their chest but had nowhere to go, leaving them shaking with nothing and everything trapped under their tongue.

“That’s not what I meant and you know that—“

“What, you miss me that bad? I thought you—“

“Shut up,” the villain snapped. The hero raised an eyebrow.

“It’s eating you alive, isn’t it?” They sounded pleased.

“It’s not,” the villain protested.

“I told you, you don’t need me.”

“I know,” the villain grit out.

“But you want me.”

Something in the villain’s brain stalled.

“Excuse me?”

“You don’t need me. You never have,” the hero said it like it was a fact. “You want me, though. Even as the sound of my name burns you, and the memory of me rots in your mouth, you’re going to want me.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Am I?” The hero’s voice dropped to a whisper. “You can go out to every bar in this city, kiss a hundred people who look like me and get just drunk enough to forget you’re not mine anymore—but you’re never going to stop missing me.”

The hero knew, of course they did, how hard the villain had tried to forget it entirely. The disaster they had become trying to be clean again.

“No matter how many shots you take to block out the memory of me, you’ll always be mine.”

“You’re insane,” the villain finally managed. The hero simply tipped their head to the side in acknowledgement. “That’s not-what’s wrong with you—“

“You’re the one who misses me.”

It stung, deep in the villain’s stomach. It took them too long to remember how to breathe—too long after that to think of what to say.

“If I’m lucky, I won’t ever have to see you again,” their voice quivered, slightly. “But knowing us, the next time we meet it will be in hell.”

The hero laughed and closed the door in their face.

The villain blocked them. Avoided the side of town the worked in. Moved three cities over.

It didn’t matter.

The villain could still feel the hero under their skin.

Later, whenever someone would ask, “Have you ever been haunted?”

The villain would think back to the hero.

And say, “Yes.”

[sandwichhour]

Wah-Rosalina (wosalina?)

she's from the sea but she keeps trying to convince people she's from space bc she thinks its cooler (she's not very convincing)

[catholicsapphic]

I can’t think about True Presence for too long otherwise I start going ballistic. Like. That’s God. Just over there. That’s Actual God. And I’m over here doing whatever the fuck while GOD is standing there. Just chilling and being a complex carbohydrate. What on earth

[spiritonadventure]

i love the NORTH

[pinazee]

I think i finally figured out why disco/SNW Spock interpretation irks me. I couldnt figure it out because Peck is a good actor and his character hasnt diverged so much that it should anger my TOS loyalty. Plus im usually pretty open minded about creatives doing their thing.

TOS gave the impression that spock only ever let his guard down with Kirk. He was his best friend minimum. He was the most human, the most emotional because of Kirk. And SNW is nearly retconning their relationship. So you see, its my loyalty to spirk thats getting in the way. I want to preserve his special relationship with jim so im struggling to allow spock to show his humanity with anyone but him.