#my dad watches sanders sides

[sonicrainicorn]

I had a horrible idea and decided to make that your guys' problem

[crookedfandomquill]

This is very situational, and sadly may not be realistic for everyone, but I need y’all to understand that a very important part of political activism is fucking talking to your conservative or moderate friends and family.

My dad voted for Trump in 2016. He’s a middle class white evangelical from Arkansas. He raised me with conservative Christian values, just like his parents raised him. When he voted Trump, he was holding his nose, but he didn’t feel too bad about it, and went on to vote red down the ticket in the 2018 midterms, as well.

But I started college in 2017. Higher education and independence changed everything for me, and I went home over holidays and summers with fire in my belly and a thousand arguments ready at the drop of a hat, to my father’s dismay.

I remember crying in my room after emotional, intense arguments with him. I told him over and over that I felt betrayed by his choice to vote for a man who admitted to sexually assaulting women, who built his platform on dehumanizing immigrants and the disabled, who spread overtly-racist rhetoric, who flouted the values of kindness and self-discipline that I’d been raised on. And my dad always had some justification about the “greater good”: fighting against abortion, bolstering the economy, getting other Christian politicians into office.

But over time, as we grew further apart and I lost my will to discuss anything with him at all, he softened. He started asking me why I thought the way I did about the things we disagreed about. He would listen to my answers without interruption, and mull them over afterward instead of expressing his own opinion. And all the while, he watched the Trump presidency become cruel and absurd and devastating.

The first time he openly expressed regret to me, I had come home for a weekend after Kavanaugh was confirmed to SCOTUS. My dad realized he had helped elect a man who preyed on women… and that man had opened the door to more predators. I can’t tell you what it felt like for him to admit that he’d made a mistake, not just in voting for Trump but in defending him for so long. We kept arguing, but it was more debating than fighting. I knew he was capable of seeing my side of things, even if it took a while, and he knew I wasn’t just a sensitive college student with shallow new ideas about the world.

And then 2020 hit. Specifically, George Floyd was murdered, and the events that followed played out on the national stage. My dad was incredibly shaken by it. He asked me if I had any books from college about racial issues. I loaned him The New Jim Crow, one of the required readings for my Race and the Law class. Then I gave him Just Mercy. Then he watched the documentary 13th. Then he joined a racial harmony group he learned about through one of the few Black families at our church and insisted our whole family come. He held up signs at a protest against Confederate monuments in our conservative southern town. In three years, he went from defending Trump’s comments about “Black-on-Black crime” to publicly advocating for racial justice and opposing the death penalty.

We went together to vote in the 2020 primaries. I couldn’t help asking who he’d voted for; I didn’t even know if he’d asked for the Republican or Democratic ticket. He admitted he’d voted for Bernie. fucking. Sanders, then made me promise not to tell my grandma he’d voted liberal. When the election rolled around in November, he voted Biden. I’m sure he held his nose to do it, just like he held his nose voting in 2016. But I know he doesn’t regret it.

I am, of course, unbelievably lucky to have a parent who loved me enough, and was empathetic enough, to choose his relationship with me over his strongly-held opinions. He kept searching for truth because, as much as he’ll deny it, he’s a very smart and curious person. No degree of intelligence or curiosity makes you immune to propaganda, especially if you were raised not to question the party line. It’s easy to dismiss our conservative, conspiracy-pilled loved ones as stupid, hypocritical, and cruel. Sometimes they are. But sometimes they aren’t. Sometimes they will bend to keep their relationships from breaking. Sometimes, if they can be made to understand that their beliefs and actions are harming someone they love, they will make concessions. And sometimes they just need one person in their life to put a foot down, to be vulnerable and assertive and argumentative, to bring the impact of their politics close to home.

As the most important election of our lifetimes approaches, do not put peace over progress. If you have someone like my dad, someone who is good-willed and smart and loves you more than their own opinions, tell them how you feel. Tell them what their choices will mean for you, for your friends, for your community. Tell them what they could lose: your trust, your affection, your respect. Don’t avoid conflict if it could be productive. Because my conflict with my dad didn’t just win him over–it won over my moderate mom and one of my conservative brothers. And it put us in community with other like-minded people and led my parents to a healthier and kinder faith.

All of this to say, there is hope in conflict. There is hope in our relationships with people who think differently from us. There is hope in exposing your fear and anger and pain to people you love. And hope is a form of activism.

[part-time-zombie]

Someone told me that they thought logans tie looked like a clip on (they haven't seen the show).

I mentioned this to a friend who has watched sanders sides with me and knows logan well, and they suggested a fic idea where it actually is a clip on because logan doesn't know how to tie a tie at all or he struggles to do it properly, and patton finds out and, being the dad that he is, teaches him how to do it.

This honestly sounds very cute and sweet and i kind of want to do something with this because the mental image I got from it was just too much for my fragile heart.

[theogclownboy]

my caregiver figures

Using the list of stuff I draw and picking characters from the list (plus a gif for funsies) also y'all can reblog this with your own caregiver figures

1: Imposter Dan (Dan vs)

He's a papa figure

2: Chris (Dan vs)

Big bro vibes

3: Lucifer (hazbin hotel)

He is duckie dad!

4: Stolas (helluva boss)

Space papa!

5: Blitz (helluva boss)

Fun uncle vibes

6: Ozzie + Fizzy (helluva boss)

They look like they'd protect me all the time

7: Discord (mlp)

Chaos papa >:]

8: Caine (tadc)

I'd love the adventures!

9: Kinger (tadc)

Silly old man

10: Frank (welcome home)

He seems stern but nice

11: Poppy (welcome home)

She would be so gentle and would bake with me!

12: Gideon/Gordon (Scott Pilgrim)

I would watch anime with him

13: Aziraphale (good omens)

I want him to read to me

14: Nanny ashtoreth (good omens)

She is so cool!!!

15: Patton (sander sides)

He's literally called dad!

16: Logan (sander sides)

I wanna learn stuff from him

17: Red guy (dhmis)

Chill dad or big bro

18: Commander peepers (wander over yonder)

Dude is a caregiver for lord hater already

19: David (camp camp)

Forest father

20: Gwen (camp camp)

She's cool aunt vibes

21: King dice (cuphead)

Casino dad

22: Bryce tankthrust (Brandon Rogers)

She is so badass!

23: Bobby worst (Brandon Rogers)

He's fresh out of jail uncle

24: Wilford warfstache (Markiplier)

Silly papa vibes!

25: Engineer Mark (Markiplier)

Overprotective and caring big bro

26: Jackieboyman (jacksepticeye)

Cool big bro!

27: wammawink (centaur would)

A bit of an overprotective mama

28: Simon (adventure time)

Stressed dad that I wanna help

29: Beetlejuice (movie)

Weird dad

30: Beetlejuice (musical)

Just a silly big bro!

[tristikov]

My dad passed away recently after a nearly year-long battle with cancer. He was 65. His wife took this photo a number of years back, and it sublimely captures so much about who he was, while instilling a mystique that I think is also fitting. I wrote the following to read at his funeral:

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If you’ve ever seen my father in a crowd, you’d know he wasn’t hard to spot… Though his clothing tended to be modest, and his manner gentle, his 6’6” stature meant he usually stood head—and often shoulders—above those around him. That isn’t to suggest he wasn’t a down-to-earth individual, and I’m sure most anyone who knew him could attest to his kindness and can-do desire to help others.

Physical height runs in his side of the family, but even as a full-grown adult I’ve continued to look up to him in more ways than one (…an appreciation of wordplay also seems to be in our genes, but I shouldn’t jump the pun). As a kid I remember riding with him in “the Chev,” a woods vehicle he built himself, collecting, splitting, and stacking firewood for the winter. Through him I learned to appreciate the simple pleasure of working outdoors, roaming the quiet woods, and being considerate of the land.

As I grew older, I also worked with him on his cranberry bogs for a number of years. I learned much in that time, and though I chose to pursue a different career path, I have always looked back fondly on the time I spent working with my dad… Installing sprinkler heads in the busy thaw of Spring, battling weeds and fixing irrigation lines in the blazing Summer sun, setting up the berry pump, corralling the cranberries, and harvesting the crop under the brilliant skies of Autumn, then driving his hand-built ice sanders over the frozen bogs in the chill of Winter. Thanks to him I also have an undying appreciation for the local pizzeria, iced coffee in every season, and taking a nap after lunch (at least when time permits).

A farmer’s life is a demanding one, and each morning, fueled only by a cup of Lipton tea, my father rose to the thorny challenges of every season: Watching over the crop on little sleep through Spring and Fall frosts, maintaining our vehicles and the myriad of farm equipment, or building whatever was needed with the resources at hand—often sawing a few 2-by-4s, welding some angle iron, and bolting on an old motor… Sometimes all three.

Though my father designed and built the house I grew up in, the shop barn we relaxed and did projects in, the shed he kept his dirt bike and later ATV in, the horse barn, the camp in Maine, and at least half a dozen other sheds and outdoor constructions, his most recent endeavor—a new cedar log house--was his masterpiece… Thanks in no small part to the hard work and dedication of his dear wife, the two of them built a lovely home together overlooking the very bogs he had spent so many years tending to.

She also helped him to complete the camp in Maine which he had begun all the way back when I was a child. I took many winter trips there with my father over the years, to relax, ride the snowmobile trails, and to break fresh snow searching for elusive moose antlers. My dad loved the north woods, moose, and a day of both hard work and leisurely puttering… Maine’s state slogan is “the way life should be,” and I think my dad agreed.

I’ll miss greatly those trips with my father, more so even than working with him on the bogs. I treasured the time to connect and learn from him. I’m probably not the only guy to think highly of their dad, but with the wide breadth of skills, depth of knowledge, and social presence he possessed, it was, and still is hard to not be in awe of him. I am a father myself now, and as I remember the impressive size of the trusty old snow boots my dad wore every winter, I feel that his shoes are going to be very large ones to fill.

While my dad no doubt lived a full life, it was far too short, and I weep for the time he cannot spend with his loving wife, his young grandson, and all of his family and friends, with joy and warmth in his newly built home. He was a great father, role model, and mentor. He was one-of-a-kind, and made an indelible impression on those who met him. He will be missed by all, but when the warm late-summer nights give way to cool early-autumn evenings and the cranberries ripen scarlet under a clear blue sky, that is when I will miss him most.

[snowdice]

New Couch; Old Habits (Part of the Envisage Series)

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Roman & Logan, Virgil & Logan, Virgil & Patton, Patton/Logan (background)

Characters: Roman, Logan, Virgil, Patton

Summary: Virgil's parents come to visit him in his new apartment.

Notes: Leg Injury, very brief allusions to torture, Superhero AU

This takes place after Best Laid Plans and is part of the Labeled Universe.

Roman couldn’t help but fidget on the landing between the second and third floor of his new apartment building. “Are you sure you don’t want…”

 “Attempt to carry me one more time Mr. Silvia, and I will throw you out of a window,” Mr. Dr. Sanders said. His tone was without heat, but Roman was certain he was serious. His body may not have fully recovered from being captured, but his powers certainly had. Roman was not interested in having a thrown down with Bluebird even on a day where Bluebird had his leg in a cast and was wobbling on crutches. Roman would probably still lose.

He had to restrain himself from reaching for the man as he teetered dangerously on his crutches while tackling the next step.

Mr. Dr. Sanders was not used to going up stairs with his crutches. Sure, he’d been taught how to do so in physical therapy and his and Dr. Patton’s house had a staircase, but Roman doubted he every actually walked up them. Today, however, they were in a semi-public place, so the man did not want to glide up the stairs like Dracula. He also wasn’t confident in using his powers in a non-obvious way to steady himself yet, so normal plebeian stair climbing with crutches was the only option. Or at least, it was the only option Mr. Dr. Sanders’ pride would let him take.

Roman swore he had heart palpitations every time Mr. Dr. Sander’s good leg left solid ground so he could swing forward supported only by the crutches.

Roman heard footsteps coming up the stairs behind him and winced, worried he was about to awkwardly meet one of his new neighbors, but when he glanced back, it was just Dr. Patton. Dr. Patton had gone to park the car and grab something for them all to eat for dinner. It had taken him a bit as the apartment was downtown with little parking, and he’d likely had to park the car on the university campus. Two bulging plastic bags swung on his arms as he came to a stop a few steps below them.

He seemed surprised to see them still on the stairs, but then shook his head with an eyeroll. “Sweetie,” he said. “I didn’t ask Roman to meet us downstairs so you could make him watch you climb two flights of stairs yourself.”

Mr. Dr. Sanders pursed his lips. He did not turn to look at Dr. Patton as he was too focused on the next step he needed to take. “I am perfectly capable of going up stairs on my own.”

As though to demonstrate, he swung for the next step, perhaps too quickly. He made it, but it was a close thing. Dr. Patton made a sound between a tsk and a scoff but didn’t argue seeing as he was only three stairs away from the top. He and Roman lingered on the stairs below Mr. Dr. Sanders as he finished proving himself.

“Alright,” Mr. Dr. Sanders said once firmly on the third floor. “Which is your apartment?”

“This way,” Roman said, walking around the man towards his apartment with his keys in hand. Virgil always insisted that Roman lock the door behind him even if one of them was still in the apartment or he only planned to be out for a moment. (He always said stepping out for a moment can end up lasting longer than expected and Roman hated that Virgil’s dad had just proven him correct.)

It took Roman a few tries to get the key to work as the lock stuck a bit, and he wasn’t used to opening it. By the time he managed to get the door open, Mr. and Dr. Sanders were beside him.

“What kind of surprise takes you half an hour to get it from downstairs?” Virgil asked as Roman swung open the door.

“A stubborn one,” Roman replied dryly, walking into their apartment.

Virgil looked up from his place on one of their two armchairs with a confused pinch to his brow, but then he saw his parents in the doorway. He blinked in surprise. “What are you doing here?” he asked, and Roman knew it was not directed at Dr. Patton considering Dr. Patton had been here 5 days in the past week.

“While I fully acknowledge I was incapable of helping you move in last week, I still wished to see your new apartment,” Mr. Dr. Sanders replied. “We brought dinner, and Roman suggested we could watch a movie this evening.”

“He probably just wants to make sure we didn’t put our canned vegetables in the wrong cabinet,” Roman stage whispered with an eyeroll.

“I trust Virgil to know the correct way to organize,” Mr. Dr. Sanders replied, “so, if they do happen to be in the wrong places, I will know who is to blame.”

The small bit of banter gave Virgil time to collect himself from the surprise. “Uh,” he said, getting to his feet. “Come in, please. You should, er, sit, especially you.”

Mr. Dr. Sanders didn’t argue (he had to be exhausted at this point). He allowed Virgil to lead him by the arm to their couch.

Dr. Patton, meanwhile, did not sit. He set the bags of food down on the coffee table and made a beeline to the kitchen to grab plates and silverware.

“What’s this?” Virgil asked, glancing at the bags after plopping down on the couch next to Mr. Dr. Sanders.

“It’s from that pasta place we saw just opened down the street while moving you two in. I thought we could try it out and see if it’s your new favorite,” Dr. Patton answered from the kitchen.

“Do they have chicken parmesan?” Virgil asked. He’d already leaned forward to open one of the bags.

“Yes,” Dr. Patton said, amused as he re-entered the living room. “They do have chicken parmesan. It’s in the container at the bottom of that bag.��

“I’ll get drinks,” Roman offered. “We have a 2-liter bottle of Dr. Pepper and the juice Dr. Patton brought. I’ll bring those and some cups.”

“Thank you, Roman,” Dr. Patton said with a smile.

Virgil was busy dishing out a plate of ravioli and breadsticks for Mr. Dr. Sanders when Roman returned. Roman could tell by Mr. Dr. Sanders’ face that he wasn’t enthused about not being trusted to make his own plate, but he was indulging Virgil by allowing this anyway.

Dr. Patton had gotten double the amount of food needed for the 4 of them even considering Roman’s need for extra calories and Virgil’s willingness to gorge himself on pasta. So, there were a lot of leftovers to be packed away into Roman’s refrigerator once they were finished. Roman and Dr. Patton handled clean-up while Virgil and Mr. Dr. Sanders argued good naturedly over the movie choice.

“Thanks for inviting us,” Dr. Patton said in a low voice that was almost drowned out by the water he was running to rinse the plates. “I think it’s doing them both some good. More than you two coming over to see us even.”

“Yeah,” Roman agreed. That’s all they spoke about it, turning to lighter subjects like Roman’s classes and Dr. Patton’s latest read.

Virgil and Mr. Dr. Sanders managed to settle on the movie Back to the Future eventually. Virgil had stacked pillows on the coffee table so Mr. Dr. Sanders could more comfortably sit with his leg elevated.

Only 10 minutes into the movie, Virgil had already fallen asleep against Mr. Dr. Sander’s shoulder. It was only 7:30pm (and Virgil usually stayed up past midnight), but it wasn’t that much of a surprise. Roman had found that man sleeping in much weirder places at much weirder times and they’d only lived together for a week.

What was surprising was when Roman glanced over near the end of the movie and found that Mr. Dr. Sanders had fallen asleep as well.

Roman and Dr. Patton discussed it in the kitchen about an hour after the movie had ended, and eventually decided to let them sleep. Dr. Patton had to go home and let Missy out but told Roman to call him if at any point Mr. Dr. Sanders woke up and needed to come home.

Before he left, he grabbed the purple blanket Virgil always favored and threw it over both of them.

Virgil and his father slept through the night like that until Dr. Patton arrived back at the apartment with breakfast and coffee the next morning.

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[pencilpat]

Sanders Sides: College AU - Part 8

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They lay down together, and Roman sets his head under her chin for a moment, letting himself just hold onto her. They have more in common than he ever thought.

Roman has an encounter with his father and goes to Logan for comfort. Remus learns about Patton's secret.

Hi SaSi followers, this AU is back!

[CW: emotionally abusive relationship with father, that's all for this chapter]

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Roman hardly ever sleeps in, even on the weekend. He’s always up at at least 6 a.m., working out, showering, having coffee with oat milk and caramel syrup, and then watching television until the rest of the house wakes up. He has had the same routine since early high school and he sees no reason to change it, thank you very much. He’s in the middle of preparing said coffee when Patton comes into the kitchen, rubbing their eyes. “Morning, Pat,” he sings, which earns him a sleepy chuckle and then an exaggerated groan.

“Good morning, Roman,” they yawn, moving to pour their own coffee. Roman sidesteps them to allow them room, moving into the dining room to talk to them through the doorway. “Did your workout go well?”

“Oh, without question or doubt!” he says, flexing his arm, which thankfully does show muscle so he’s not just embarrassing himself. He looks between it and Patton with a smile, and Patton claps twice softly, laughing.

“I have work todayyy,” they whine out as they pour vanilla and chocolate syrup into their mug.

“Oh, you poor baby! Come on, Pat, you really only work weekends anyhow.”

“Well, that’s easy for you to say, Mr. Allowance!”

Roman gasps in exaggerated offense. “Hey, can it!”

“No, you!”

Roman is about to retort when they're both distracted by a car pulling into their driveway. Looking at each other in confusion, they move to the window together to see a shimmering black sports car with a driver getting out. Roman feels like a knot just twisted his stomach to bits, and he swallows dryly. “Oh god, oh god, what? They didn’t tell me they were visiting any time soon, ah, my hair is still wet and the living room is a mess, oh god!” Roman goes rushing into the living room in a whirl, leaving Patton behind in anxious silence as they watch the driver open the back door.

A very tall, broadly built man with slicked back brown hair gets out from the door the driver opens, dark sunglasses nearly falling off his nose as he looks over them at the house. He’s talking on the phone, and Patton is thankful for Roman’s sake that their friend will have a moment to make things presentable. Roman scurries around in the living room shoving things into crates or drawers to get them out of sight, he doesn’t have time to actually clean. As he goes, he meticulously adjusts his hair so that as much of the white streak is covered by his other hair as he can manage, reminding himself to breathe since he suddenly seems to be forgetting how. Eventually, his father knocks on the door, his typical shave-and-a-haircut pattern which Roman completes the rhythm of on the inner side before opening the door while contorting his face into the most pleasantly surprised face he can manage.

“Dad! You didn’t tell me you were, uh, stopping by!”

His father laughs, scratching his chin and grinning. “Mijo! Come give dad a hug, huh, what’s gotten into you? Too old for that now or something?”

“Oh- pff- no, of course not,” Roman sputters awkwardly, letting his father wrap his arms around him. He smells like cigar smoke and one of his many overly expensive colognes. He pats his son’s back, but doesn’t linger.

As he pulls back, he begins to mess with Roman’s hair, tutting as he tucks the white even further away. “I was in the area for work and thought I might stop by. That won’t be an issue. Right, Roman?” He peers at him over his sunglasses, smiling even though his eyes glint with a test for resistance.

“Oh, no, no that’s not an issue, papa.” Roman looks at the ground, stepping to the side to let his dad enter before him. He steps into the doorway, brown leather shoes clicking on the hardwood as he takes in the house he pays for.

“Mijo, it’s such a mess in here. You know I wanted to hire you a cleaner, you college kids are all the same. Probably having giant parties every weekend, hm?”

“No, dad, I don’t have parties in here, just like mom asked,” Roman jumps to reassure him, shifting from foot to foot behind him.

“Stop that fidgeting, son,” he says, waving a hand at him as he sits on the sofa. Roman immediately stills himself as much as he can, eyes still trained on the floor. “And who’s our spy over there, huh?” he laughs, drawing attention to Patton in the doorway of the dining room.

They step fully into sight, clearing their throat. “Just me, ha! Hi, Mr. Carmona, uh, how unexpected!”

“Patton, there he is, I thought that was you. Don’t you look worse for wear, it’s not that early, is it?”

Patton lets out a strained laugh, self-consciously tugging at their sleep bonnet with a forced smile as they attempt to ignore the careless ‘he’ that left the older man’s mouth. “Ah, you’re always such a jokester, Mr. Carmona. You’re right though, I have work to go to soon. So. Uh. Yep!” And with a double thumbs up, Patton is gone to their room, leaving a desperate looking Roman in the dust.

His father turns to look at him behind the black lenses, his smile looking a bit more like bared teeth to Roman. “You look fit, though you could be dressed better. Even around the house, you’ve got an image to maintain, right Roman?”

“Yes, dad, of course. I- I usually am dressed better, I was working out, just getting some coffee before dressing up proper-“

“Working out, hm? That’s my boy, thinking about going into sports after all, just like your old man did?”

“Well, ah-“ Roman sighs, choosing to not even discuss his theatre classes. “We’ll see! There’s always the chance later on.”

“Better get to it fast, you only have so many chances with college teams. And we both know you’ve already ruined the chance for a business degree.” Roman stiffens at the words, looking even more pointedly at the floor. There’s a pause of tense staring, before his father breaks out into laughter. “Kidding, son I’m kidding! Of course I’m kidding. You are so uptight, loosen up a little!” He pats the couch. “Come sit, relax, it’s your house after all.” Roman pulls his lips into a stiff smile, sitting down next to him. He swears the air between them is physically thick with tension, pressing his sweaty palms into his thighs to try and resist the desperate need to fidget.

“So,” he clears his throat. “Was there anything you needed to stop by for?”

“Just a visit, is all. I always want to see my favorite boy, you know that,” he grins, finally removing his sunglasses, his eyes nearly the exact same shade of green as Roman’s. Roman hates it. “Especially now that you’re the only heir, I need to make sure you’re being taught well, living well – I want my company going to someone smart and strong.” Unlike Remus, is what Roman hears behind those words, clenching his jaw to stay silent. His dad runs a hand over his hair, which stays perfectly in place. “Anyways, how is school going? And hell, how’s that Virgil kid doing? Haven’t seen him out here yet. Does he sleep in this late? You really shouldn’t surround yourself with people like that, you know-“

“No, dad, he’s at work. Virgil works night shifts on weekends, over into the morning. He’s very hard-working and determined, just like he was in high school. And middle school.”

“What’s he working at right now?”

Roman cringes internally. “Uh. Fast food, but that’s just a college job. Remember, he’s in the engineering courses?”

“Hm! Smart profession!” his father says, scratching at his chin and nodding in approval. Roman reminds himself to actually breathe again.

“Yes, he’s always been smart. Much more than me and Remus, that’s for sure.”

His dad chuckles darkly, folding his hands over themselves. “Oh, come on now. You don’t need to be thinking about him, Roman.”

Roman’s joints stiffen, locking him in place under his father’s gaze. “Right. Silly me. Sorry.” He tries to keep an edge out of his voice, but it bites through anyways.

He can’t see his face, but he feels his father’s weight shift towards him, feels his breathing move closer. “You need to tell me something, mijo?” he poses in an overly casual tone. “Because if you’re still involved with your brother your mother and I would be very disappointed. Is that clear?”

Roman looks up, finally, meeting his father’s eyes evenly, swallowing all his fear in one quiet gulp. “Crystal clear, dad. I wouldn’t dream of it.”

In their room, Patton is almost fully ready when they hear the front door open and close again. Peeking down the hall, they listen. They hear a quiet, soft heaving noise, like Roman’s choking on the air he tries to breathe. Stepping out, they walk to him, quick. “Roman, buddy?” they call from the side of him. The noises immediately cease and Roman sniffs, turning to look at them.

“Yes, Pat?” All emotion is gone from his face, and he looks bizarrely gaunt and hollow in the sunlight.

“Take it that was no fun, per usual.”

“Mhh,” is all he offers, listing backwards until he’s laying across the couch, closing his eyes. He throws an arm over his eyes, waving his other hand at them dismissively. “I’ll be alright in a little while, nothing to fret. Go to work, okay? I’m good. I’m good.”

Patton can tell that this is more Roman trying to convince himself of it than the actual truth of his emotions, but they also knows that Roman never cries if someone is watching him, so they let it be. Finishing getting ready quickly, they come back out with their bag and everything ready to go. They walk over to him, still in the exact same position on the sofa. “See you in a bit, okay, Rom? Love you, buddy. You should call Lo, maybe she can keep you company, yeah?” Roman doesn’t speak in response, and Patton lets it be.

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Logan has always held herself to a high standard of living. She’s the sort of person you’d stereotype as pulling all-nighters, but that isn’t true of her. Her schedule is so tightly planned, down to the minute, that she gets all of her studying done by 8 p.m. and is in bed by 9 every night. She wakes at 7 a.m. the next morning, has a healthy breakfast, usually of oatmeal and the correct portion size of whatever fruit is in season. It’s a cool day today, so she opens her window - as much as it will open, which is a crack half its length – and lets the room air out as she eats. Her eyes close to the light breeze as she eats, attempting to finish quickly despite knowing she has time.

After eating, at exactly 8:30, she gets dressed for work since it’s the weekend. Lo has a job at a fast-food joint nearby, and while the pay is definitely not good, it pays for her apartment and the bit of tuition she has left after her scholarship. Patting down her clothes one last time, she checks it over for wrinkles. Even though it’s nothing but a black polo and a company apron, she will keep it clean and neat no matter what.

Picking up her wallet and keys, Lo is tying up her hair before going out the door, when there’s a knock on it. She pauses dead still for a moment. She isn’t expecting anyone, and the sudden wrench in her routine makes her frown in annoyance. Opening the door stiffly, she snaps out a ‘yes?’ before noticing who it is. “Oh,” she says, shoulders relaxing. “Roman? What are you doing here? I have- work…” She trails off when she takes note of how exhausted he looks, outfit only half as fabulous as usual with a simple half buttoned button up and pants.

“I- I know,” he says, hands wringing for a moment before he forcibly stops himself and puts them at his side. “I wanted to see you, though, even if it’s just for a bit?” He nervously meets her eyes for just a moment, sighing.

Logan blinks rapidly as she tries to consider what to do. Work, her schedule, her routine. She can’t just take a day off, surely, she hasn’t ever taken a day off of her job. But Roman, he needs her. But her job. But Roman.

“Um, Lo? Are you alright? I can go if I need to.”

Logan phases back into reality, her mouth opening and closing uncertainly. “Ah. Well- um. I’m not sure what to do here.” She bites her bottom lip, looking at the floor. “I haven’t ever taken a day off before, especially for something non-illness related. It would be skipping, and I cannot skip.” Roman nods, and she can see him failing to hide the dejected look on his face. She looks at her phone, the alarm notification for work happened five minutes ago now. Six. She breathes in, swallows dryly, and then dials her manager’s number.

-

“Your father sounds miserable to interact with,” Logan ponders, glancing quizzically at Roman. “Why do you entertain him?”

Roman sighs, taking a bite of the cheese fries he got from the food delivery they ordered. “Well, I guess it’s just- I mean, do you not want to impress your parents? No matter what it takes?”

Logan sips from her paper cup of water, glancing to the floor. “My parents are both doctors. They have held me to high standards through my entire schooling. They wanted me to become one as well. They never explained how they felt about- about me going into teaching instead, but it has not felt the same since I told them.”

Roman nods, bringing more food to his mouth even as he responds. “My dad doesn’t like my major either. He went into business, that’s how he’s so rich. My mom’s money helps, but he’s the one really raking it in. You can… imagine his reaction to me going into theatre.”

“Disappointed,” they mutter in unison. They go quiet, both thinking.

“I don’t think we should have to be what they want,” Roman says, leaning his chin on his hand. He hesitates. “But… then, Remus wasn’t what they wanted, and he got kicked out, cut off. I don’t know. I feel like I’m obligated to do what they ask of me, most of the time. My father calls me his heir, he acts like a goddamn king, and I’m his little prince.” Roman angrily swallows his food, glaring at the table.

Logan watches him, eyebrows drawn together. “Do you not want to inherit their wealth? It seems like it would make life so much easier.” She grazes her eyes along the cracked wall behind them, and the cheap furniture that came with the two room apartment that she can barely afford.

“It would, in the way of physical comfort. But- I don’t know, maybe it sounds spoiled.” Roman cuts himself off, but Logan hums, prodding him to continue. “In the emotional sense, I feel completely impoverished.”

Logan smiles slightly. “That does sound spoiled,” she chuckles. “But I understand what you mean, despite the dramatic phrasing.” Roman sticks out his tongue at her, but he’s smiling, and so she assumes he’s not angry. She sets away her water and the wrappings of her food, standing. “Do you want to lie down? I don’t… have a television, but we could watch something on my phone. I can pay for wifi this month.”

Roman ruffles up slightly, trying not to look at her situation with pity. “I have unlimited data, we can watch it on mine,” he offers, taking her hands. Logan looks at him with no expression, then nods. They lay down together, and Roman sets his head under her chin for a moment, letting himself just hold onto her. They have more in common than he ever thought.

--

Lately, Janus has started humming again. She can’t remember the last time she would hum and sing casually, but it was definitely before she even hit middle school. But things have been good lately. Things have been… great even. Aside from the shitty apartment and still existent lack of money, she feels good. And so she’s been humming in the kitchen today. She’s making scones. She also can’t remember the last time she did that. Remus bought the right flour for her, and the blueberries. She bought the rest. They’ve been splitting bills lately – it’s the only way Janus will let him pay.

Remus comes home from the tattoo shop slightly early to the smell of baking and the soft humming of his- girlfriend? Actually, they haven’t discussed what they are now. He watches her from the doorway, smiling like he can’t remember ever doing. They’re happy, that’s what they are. He comes up behind her, and gently, careful not to knock her balance off, wraps an arm around her waist.

“Oh, shit Remus, hi,” she says, startled. She smiles though, turning around from the oven she was keeping watch of. “You’re home early, the scones aren’t even done.”

“Last client cancelled on me today. Remy told me to just go home, heh.” He smiles at her with crooked teeth, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against hers. She stays silent, but she wraps her arms around him in return. He holds her there for a moment, just letting himself be close to her. She smells like sugar and flour.

Janus pulls away with a sigh, leaning her weight back onto the counter. “You are so lucky I’m baking for you, my pain is going to bite me in the ass later thanks to you.”

Remus laughs. “I didn’t even ask you to bake! Why’s it my fault, huh?”

“Because you are at fault for every wrong in the world, clearly.”

“Oh, clearly!” Remus rolls his eyes, grinning.

Janus brushes hair out of her face with baking supplies covered fingers. “Can you go get my phone, Remus? It’s taking forever for these to cook.”

Remus nods, heart skipping at the fact she’s letting him go into her bedroom. He practically skips as he moves to go grab it. It’s on the nightstand, and he picks it up to give to her. It buzzes in his hand and he pauses as a call comes in. He decides to answer it and then bring it to her so that it isn’t missed. “Hello?” he greets.

“Hi, J!” comes a familiar voice. Where does he know that from? “Are we still on for tonight? I wanted to go somewhere that I would like this time, I’m still at my job but I’ll be done soon enough. Answering the phone all day is sooo boring!”

Remus’ eyes widen, and he can’t make himself respond. He does know who that is. It’s his brother’s roommate. Why would they be talking to Janus? Why would they be friends with her at all when Roman’s told them all about her in such a bad light?

“Um, hello? J?” Remus hurriedly hangs up the phone, blinking across at the wall. Hesitantly, he walks out to give her the phone.

“Hey, Jan. Uh, phone!” he says awkwardly as he hands it to her.

“Thank you, Remus, the scones are almost done now. Took you a moment, could you not find it?”

“Uh. Somethin’ like that!”

Janus glances him over. “Something like that?”

“Y-yeah, I guess I was just- I was embarrassed! I’ve never been in there before! You should really clean up your underwear, y’know,” he deflects away from the truth, smiling at her quite convincingly.

She goes slightly red and scoffs at him. “Don’t make it so you never go in there again, Carmona,” she teases him, turning away to hide her blush.

Remus laughs, scratching his calf with his foot, biting at his nails as he rolls the need to do something about this around in his head. “Yeah, Janus. I won’t.”

[notnobot]

Lee moods part 1 (logans mood)

TICKLE FIC

Notnobot, "Hello people!!! This is my first fanfic with the sanders, so bare with me. I would also like to announce that I will be starting to take requests for fics, no art because I don't do art, I will be making a request thing a mugig that will tell you what you can request, sorry forgot the name of the stupid thing, please remind me if any of you get the chance. Oh, and ENJOY!!!"

Logan was lying on his bed in one of the biggest lee moods a person could endure, fantasizing about the dreaded t-word while he stretched himself out and hung his feet over his bed. What if someone had been hiding under his bed, then slowly started to drag their fingers over his feet. Or what if someone, maybe patton, came into his room just to tickle his tummy until he was out of breath. Those both sounded pretty nice right about now, logan thought.

After about ten whole minutes of swimming in a six foot deep lee mood, logan decided to head to the living room in hopes someone there would be willing to tickle him.

As he walked towards the living room, he could hear someone laughing. He entered the living room only to see roman on the couch being tickled by patton.

"Ehehehe, pahahaAHAHAHA! NOHOHOHOAHAHAHAHAHA PLEHEHEHEHEASE" Roman laughed as patton found an extra ticklish spot near his armpits, not noticing that logan was standing on the threshold of the living room door, only able to watch in pure silence.

Patton, on the other hand, did notice logan. "Wanna help? He is a pretty wiggley wiggle worm, could use an extra pare of hands." Patton asked cheerfully. Logan just stood there and started giggling.

Patton, being the one and only tickle monster of the mind palace, realized that logan had been in a lee mood. Oh yeah, he was in trouble now.

Patton stopped his attack on roman the second he realized this. Roman, once he caught his breath, saw Patton's face and knew someone was in a lee mood. He turned around only to see the mind palaces pocket protector, red in the face, giggling.

Both patton and roman had the same mischievous look on their faces. Roman had actually gotten up and picked up logan to bring him over to the couch, and guess what, logan gave absolutely no fight what so ever. All while Patton was wiggling his fingers waiting for logan to be brought over to him to give him the tickles he so very much wanted.

"Lee mood, huh? Well, don't worry, my ticklish friend, you will get the tickles you so very much want and deserve." Roman teased as he flopped logan onto the couch so his tummy was open for tickling.

Patton sat on his legs so he could tickle his tummy, ribs, and sides while roman was standing by his armpits, ready to tickle at any given moment. Logan didn't even protest. All he did was giggle, waiting for the tickles.

"Pick a number, Lolo." Said patton excitedly. For a moment, logan just giggled, thinking about what the number could mean. It could mean the time they tickled him for, or it could be the time he must wait to be tickled.

Logan thought that it was more likely that it was for the time he had to wait to get tickled, so "ehehe twohohoho plehehehase!"

"Two, it is!" Roman said, "Would you like to count down for us logan?" Logan looked at the two with a flushing face. They were really gonna make him do that?!?! Of all the ways to tease him! Well, logan thought, it's only two seconds.

"Ohohkahay," Logan started, "twohohoho, ohohone, zerohoHOHOHO!" Logan laughed. Roman was softly tracing circles inside his armpits while Patton was digging into his tummy. The ticklish sensations were unbearable, but he loved every last second of it.

"Awww, my cute little nerd is all giggly and cute. What more could a dad ask for?" Patton cooed.

"Yes, he is pretty cute, isn't he?" Roman answered,

After about five minutes of tickling, their favorite nerd, roman had to get it really going, for logan's sake, of course.

"Hay Patton, isn't it time for our afternoon snack?"

Patton looked at roman with the most mischievous, sly smile that roman had ever seen. "Oh, how could I have forgotten our afternoon snack?! We must find a suitable snack for today, but what?"

The two were talking as though there was not a laughing, wiggling logan right in front of them. His giggles, laughs, and snorts filled the room. He was truly lost in tickles, drowning almost.

Roman looked down at logan to see he was still holding up quite well for how long they had been tickling him, so why not tickle him a little more intensely, right?

Roman gave patton a sly grin, and in a smooth voice, he said, "Well, raspberries are very tasty and nutritious. Why not have some of those?"

"NOHOHOHOHO NOHOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHE RAHAHSBEHERRIEHEHES!" Logan protested, not meaning a single word of it.

With that, patton pushed up logan's shirt and blew raspberry after raspberry on his poor tummy.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHEHEHEHEH! IHIHIT'S SOHOHOHO TIHIHICKLEHEHEHE!"

Patton stopped with the raspberries but kept his face on logans belly to soak in all his beautiful laughter. Roman, however, had moved down to logan's ribs to keep him giggling, but no longer laughing as hard as he was with the raspberries.

Roman had stopped with his tickling to let logan calm down. Patton went to fetch him a glass of water while roman got him some apple slices. Logan gladly took all the snacks and drinkage he was offered before sitting on the couch leaning on patton.

"So," started patton, "was it all you wanted?" Logan cuddled closer to patton and nodded, with the biggest smile any of them had ever seen logan wear.

He was happy, they were happy, everyone was happy, even virgil! All the laughter had concerned him, so he came downstairs to find logan all smiliey and roman and patton all happy as well. Virgil had joined in to cuddle logan while he was still happy and smiley.

"All tickled out, huh?" Asked virgil with a small smile already forming on his face. Logan looked up at him and nodded, cuddling back into virgil as well as patton. In the end, they all took a nice relaxing nap on the couch.

The end

Sorry, it's short, guys. I didn't have much time to make it. Hope you all enjoyed it, because I enjoyed making it for you! More will be coming soon!!!

[nico-the-overlord]

wait how do i even start sanders sides like o.o help meee TwT

OKAY SO THERE IS FULL A PLAYLIST OF IT IN ORDER- all on youtube

Start on episode called “My True Identity!” Episodes usually range 5-20 minutes but they slowly get longer as series progresses. Longest episode is 50ish minutes long.

There are a couple videos you can skip, as they aren’t like, main-lore-series focused? You can watch them if you want. I can make a full list of such episodes but first early ones are like “dad’s big game day tips”, “sanders sides q&a” (although that’s a REALLY fun one), blooper reel”, ect.

In total it’s all roughly…9-10 hours long I think?

[meow--or--never]

Witchlight characters described by someone who is a second-hand member of the fandom (idk the difference between canon and partner's headcanon)

@scary-spaghetti-enjoyer

Torbeck:

- Straight jacket

- Sad

- Wet skrunkly meow meow.... thing(?)

- Idk what they are

- Owlbear? Homebrew? Bugbear? Kobold with a hair condition?

- Experimented on in past

- Little spoon (rip Frost's eyes)

- Based on looks alone, they're either very smart or very insane

- I think they look like a swell fellow :)

- "[Torbeck] look like if you do so much as breathe a single molecule on them theyll disintegrate into a small puddle of tears"

- "they look like they make the laminated sheet wobble sound unprompted and constantly"

- I originally was using he/him for them, but then I copy/pasted the tumblr meme and thought they/them fits them, so personal hc time

- Idk I just like characters that have gone through so much hurt that they no longer feel like they have a gender or romantic/sexual orientation (projection)

- I know nothing about what experiments happened to them, but either way the scientists probably weren't nice and probably referred to them as an object or something

- Maybe it/its, but only if you're close and they trust you

- I JUST REALIZED BUT THEY KINDA LOOK LIKE LUDO'S (LABYRINTH) WEAKER LITTLE SIBLING

Morning Frost:

- Tiger (of the gay variety)

- Dating Torbeck (gay)

- Wore suit to autistic test (gay)

- A (gay) sorcerer (I thought he was a monk??? Or at most a fighter?? Apparently he's not though, the (noncanon(?)) temple thing he went to was not for monk)

- "This is my boyfriend Torbeck, and this is Torbeck's boyfriend Gideon."

- Chronic pain (especially in his knees)

- This is a personal hc but I feel like he's either GNC or just dresses feminine every-so-often :3

- Breaks the laws of big cats and purrs

- I looked it up and tigers can communicate with their ears, so I'm imagining he wiggles them lots when happy

- I think Brutus told me this, but I also saw that tiger saliva is antiseptic, so he can literally kiss all better

Gideon:

- Married to Kremmy (Idk if this is canon or not)

- Hot (Fire genasi)

- Hot (I've seen fanart)

- Probably a fighter or barbarian

- I think he looks like Hellboy kinda

- He also looks like if my human AU version of Remus Sanders (Sanders Sides) was a demon

- So I can't help but think "Dumb stupid himbo🥰" whenever I see him

- Everyone else has an angsty thing, so this is from my own thoughts, but he probably has body/muscle dysmorphia

Kremmy:

- Has cane

- Rich looking

- Crocodile (or alligator, idk)

- Lets Frost use cane when his knees hurt extra

- I have no clue why, but I think he's an artificer or something, idk

- Maybe a rouge, because his fanart gives con-man vibes

- I want to look it up, but I must stay strong (so my partner can tell me instead:3)

- Angsty thing: he has no lips how he gonna kiss kiss :(

Gricko:

- When in doubt (Grico or Griko) use both (Gricko)

- "A single [dad] who works two jobs, who loves [his] kids and never stops"

- "The reason I've always felt so outcast in my friendgroup is bc apparently they're all in a polyamorous relationship and i didn't know"

- Commitment issues (canon)

- Idk anything else

- Whenever I imagine him, I just see Nott the Brave from Critical Role (has never watched her campaign)

[decent0distraction]

Hi! You may know me as the person who does all of those Our Flag Means Death AUs, theories, and posts that either ruin your day, make you laugh, or both. Mostly both.

But I have something else for you.

My take on family!Sanders Sides - based off of the whole family roles the Sides gave themselves in the Five Years video.

To refresh your memory, Patton labeled himself as the dad, Logan as the mom, Roman as the son (the hotshot), Virgil as the (gay, emo) cousin, Janus as the (sassy) aunt (who talks shit about everyone), and Remus as the (fresh out of jail) uncle.

BUT

This AU of mine is… messed up.

Ok ok ok SO

We begin with Janus Duke, who has just moved back to the town of Sanders Bay, a lovely seaside community.

Janus has spent the last 10 years raising their son (Janus uses they/them pronouns bc I said so), moving from place to place for reasons that Virgil doesn’t know about yet that we’ll get into later. Stay with me.

Virgil is 16 and on his first day at Sanders Bay Secondary Academy (what a name, huh?), his dad, Remus, is getting out of jail.

When Virgil was about 6, Janus and Remus had decided to walk from their house into town to pick up their son from the babysitter. They were about halfway there when someone attacked Janus, cutting his face (resulting in scars on one side of his mouth, eye, and cheek, resembling a snake like face). Remus reacted violently towards the person who just hurt his spouse, the cops are called, and it’s made out to look like Remus had hurt Janus, who was unconscious.

When Janus finally came to, they were in a hospital, being told that their husband had been arrested and arranged.

Cut to present day, Virgil’s first day is met with a slight complication when an idiot threatre-jock hybrid accidentally knocks into him, causing him to hit his head.

Roman Hart insists that Virgil allow him to escort him to the nurse, who just so happens to be his dad, Patton Hart.

Roman’s other dad is their home room and history teacher, Logan Hart.

By the end of the school day, Roman and Virgil are sort of friends. But when Roman asks Virgil if they’d want to hang out or something, Virgil explains that he has to get home because his dad is finally home.

Roman just assumes that Virgil’s dad is in the military. He doesn’t even actually get to ask, because Virgil is too busy running out to Janus’s car.

Everything is going fine for a little while. Virgil studies with Roman after school, or they go to the mall, eventually going to Roman’s house.

The Harts are the nicest people in town, and Patton simply adores having Virgil around.

Janus, one day, is waiting with Remus in the school pick up lane for Virgil. The two of them are having a nice, causal conversation that is interrupted by Janus seeing their son talking to them.

“Oh, my God!” Janus slammed his foot on the break and put the car in park. “It’s them! It’s them!”

Remus looked to see their son standing with another boy, while the boy’s parents talked to Virgil.

They were Patton and Logan Hart, two people the Duke parents were happy to never see again.

When Patton put his hand on Virgil’s shoulder, Janus struggled to rush out of the car. Remus followed.

“Virgil!”

The anxious teen turned to watch his mom run to him and pull him away from the Harts.

“Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

Virgil was beyond confused. “What? No! I’m fine. What are you-“ He stopped when Remus started to approach.

“Dad? Dad, I don’t know what’s happening, but nothing happened. Dad!”

But the man ignored his son in favor of getting in Logan’s face. “You’d do right by you and your family to stay the fuck away from mine.”

Logan didn’t even flinch. “And it would be correct for you to avoid threatening my family.”

Virgil was ready to try to defuse the situation before Janus began to have a panic attack. “Mom?”

Remus is then distracted by his spouse needing his help. He gets his little family in the car and they get home, where the parents sit down and finally tell Virgil the truth.

The truth is, Patton Hart and Janus Duke were friends. When they were 20, and Janus had a child and Patton didn’t, he got upset. And when he saw baby Virgil, he decided that he needed that child.

He acted like everything was fine. He offered to babysit Virgil so the new parents could have some time to themselves. He paid for Janus to be attacked, for Remus to be framed.

But when Janus woke up, he called Patton, screaming, begging. He knew Patton had the baby.

And Patton knew that if he kept Virgil, everything could be traced back to him eventually.

So he returned Virgil, acting like he was just watching the child for his friend.

But Janus moved away, moving from place to place so that they couldn’t be found.

Janus was so desperate to have their husband and their son’s father back that they believed Patton and Logan had moved on.

But to see that man anywhere their baby, Janus couldn’t handle it.

Virgil knows the truth now. How can anything be the same?

Before they can try to figure it out, the doorbell rings.

Janus flinches and Virgil is still busy hugging his Mom to bother with the door.

“I got it,” Remus tells them, answering the door to a man in all black and sunglasses.

“Look, whatever you’re selling, we’re not interested. Try the neighbors across the street. A lot of packages. Maybe they like sunglasses, or whatever you’re situation is-“

“-I’m not selling anything, sir. I’m looking for Remus Duke.”

Turns out, this guy isn’t a salesman. He’s Detective Remy Dormir (idk, I got the name from a human!AU fanart), hired by Roman Hart to find his birth family. (He arranged for this a year before the Dukes moved back to Sanders Bay)

This eventually leads to the discovery that Remus Duke’s father, Romulus King, got a woman pregnant before his passing. By this time, his son Remus had moved far away and changed his name, never successful at pleasing the man.

So yeah, Roman and Remus are half brothers. Which means Virgil’s only friend in Sanders Bay is his half uncle, since Virgil is the biological son of Janus and Remus Duke.

Yeah, there’s no romance between Roman and Virgil. Sorry to disappoint you Roman/Virgil shippers. There’s nothing wrong with that ship, it just doesn’t work for this AU.

That’s all I have so far. If I find that I missed something, I’ll add it later.

[astronomical-bagel]

Sorry you're having a rough day, do you need to talk about it?

oh thanks for asking, I’m just failing all my classes el oh el. I’m a full time student and I have twelve hour school day today and all of my teacher seem to assume that I’m part time and that I’m taking their class for any reason other than I need the credits. My ceramics teacher is making us watch the kiln 24/7 so I was at school till 8 pm yesterday and I’m going to be at school until 9 today and then tomorrow I’ll have to stay until 8. And I have to study for finals and make up for a shit ton of late work and I’m worried that if I fail too many classes that my dad might kick me out of the house. And then my physical health has been declining and I look like hot garbage. People are commenting on my eye bags and my RBF as never been bitchier. I’m just very very frustrated and exhausted. All I want to do is work on my fic and watch sanders sides ☹️

[starborn15]

Growing up ultra conservative Fox News was always on in my house.

I was watching Glen Beck when Obama won the election comfort eat ice cream.

I was listening to Shawn Hannity saw horrifically misogynistic things about The Chicks after they stood up to George Bush.

I had to listen to Agenda 21 which is a science fiction totalitarian dystopian novel written by Glen Beck on a 7 hour car ride with my dad.

Oddly enough…I was also made to sit down and watch 1984.

I watched Animal Farm.

When I was 18 my dad took me and registered me to vote.

I was mad initially because I grew up that way. I grew up on the side opposing the views I have now.

I understand the rage and anger of the right because a small part of me has felt that sense of injustice. It’s a mirage, it’s a story, it’s divisiveness.

There’s a 2003 conversation Bernie Sanders (who my dad had me convinced was a communist set to destroy the country.) but he’s talking to a group of kids and he says exactly what the republican — but even more so now with MAGA does.

Divide and conquer.

College is for left wing radicals — while JD Vance is a Yale graduate and best selling author.

Public Education makes kids stupid and feeds the liberal agenda — public education gives ALL students equal access to education and college and athletics (scholarships, grants).

Immigrants are taking your jobs! — Hiring migrant workers is nothing new…living in Maine workers here on visas often come in the summer time to help manage the influx of tourists because we do not have the capacity to staff our industry. As Mainers all of us. They help…they don’t hurt.

Women just want to have sex without any consequences! — All American women should have the right to do whatever they like with their body, the right to choose does not take away the right to life.

But these questions divide and make one side “evil” and the other side “the loser.” Or feeling a sense of loss. And that loss turns to rage and anger like something has been taken away from them. Even when it hasn’t.

The economy: a big one.

I think if our taxes paid for things that everyone could benefit from people wouldn’t complain about paying them.

But right now our taxes fund the U.S. war machine. And we don’t see any benefit.

Whereas if we offered Medicare for all therefore insurance didn’t have to come out of your paycheck if you chose for it not to maybe people wouldn’t complain.

Or if there was a discounted rate on daycare services for parents because a portion of that was taxpayer funded — like schools. Parents wouldn’t complain.

Because all of these things are added cost without any benefit so our taxes seem useless because they are.

Why is the military able to offer: free healthcare for life? Free college? And 0% loans on homes and cars? Because of government backing. (Not me bashing any military people it just is reality that these social programs are a benefit to the military it’s why they promote them.)

So yeah….

That’s all….

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Either/Or

Hi! If you're not taking requests right now please ignore this, but I had an idea for a Sanders Sides fanfic. In a human au where Roman and Remus are twins and single parents, one family is visiting the other. However, Roman, dad of Patton and Logan, and Remus, dad of Janus and Virgil, have very different parenting styles. They spend the trip passive-aggressively competing to see who's the better parent. Love your writing :D – anon

Read on Ao3

Warnings: bad parenting, they try and compete and the kids aren't having it

Pairings: none

Word Count: 1609

Janus loves Uncle Roman, but he wishes he wasn't here with Patton and Logan. 'Cause whenever he and Papa are in the same room with all the kids, they start competing with each other.

      Patton loves going to visit his cousins!

Uncle Remus's house is so different from theirs, it's all cool artwork and big cozy beanbags, and Uncle Remus is so much fun! He takes them on trips to amusement parks and these really weird museums that Patton's never heard of before and they get to have all the junk food they want!

"Eating's important," Uncle Remus said one time when he was wondering whether it was okay to have a cookie before dinner, "the cookie you do eat is gonna be better for you than the vegetables you don't."

He runs from the car almost before Dad's parked it. Virgil's already outside and they run into each other in a big hug.

"You made it!"

"Of course we made it!"

"I missed you," Virgil mumbles, too quiet for anyone else to hear 'cause Virgil's kind of shy like that.

"I missed you too," Patton whispers back as Logan gets out of the car next.

"Logan," he hears Janus call, "put a leash on your brother!"

"After you," Logan says back, ruffling Virgil's hair as he walks by, "hi, Uncle Remus."

"Hey, Lolo! You look great. C'mon," he calls, raising his voice, "pizza and ice cream inside!"

"Really?" Patton peers over Virgil's shoulder. "Dad never lets us have both!"

Uncle Remus grins wider. "Well, it's my house, and I say if I get back there first, I'm eating all of it!"

They run shrieking inside.

    2.

Virgil stumbles downstairs, still rubbing his eyes. He must be really sleepy, 'cause he thinks he can smell pancakes.

"Morning, sleepyhead," Uncle Roman says, or at least he thinks he does, "come sit down before you fall over."

He mumbles something that could be 'good morning' back, grabbing onto one of the stools and sitting down. "Why's it smell like pancakes?"

"Probably 'cause I'm making them."

That wakes Virgil up right away, his eyes opening wide as he sits up. Uncle Roman waves at him with a spatula, an apron around his waist. He flips a pancake in the pan and it smells really, really good.

"Papa never makes pancakes."

"Well, that's because your papa is a disaster in the kitchen," Uncle Roman chuckles, tapping the edges of the pancake with the spatula, "and I have several burns to prove it."

"Wait, what did he do?"

Then his cousins show up and Uncle Roman makes pancakes for them too, and bacon, and real maple syrup! Not the cheap kind from the grocery store, real actual maple syrup!

Papa stumbles downstairs after a while to see them all eating pancakes and he squints at the way they all start laughing.

"What're you telling my kids, Ro?"

"Only the truth, Re, only the truth."

    3.

Logan likes visiting Uncle Remus, really, he does, but sometimes…

Sometimes it's weird.

Like now. They're watching a movie, just the four of them; Patton and Virgil had bedtime about an hour ago and so it's him, Janus, and Uncle Remus and Dad on the couch, watching something. Honestly, Logan's not really paying that much attention because he's too busy trying to figure out what the grown-ups are doing.

They keep making these little comments, about him and Janus, about Patton and Virgil, but not in that way where parents compete over whose kids are better. They keep saying things like how they're so proud of them for doing something, or how happy they were that they felt they could talk to them about stuff, or even what they've been doing at school, like looking out for the other kids or standing up to the teachers when they're doing something wrong.

He sneaks a look at Janus every now and then to confirm that he's hearing the same thing.

He is.

It's…it's not bad, because he can tell that both of them are genuinely really proud of their kids, and they're not trying to say the other one shouldn't be, but still.

It's weird.

    4.

Janus loves Uncle Roman, but he wishes he wasn't here with Patton and Logan.

'Cause whenever he and Papa are in the same room with all the kids, they start competing with each other.

Not like an obvious competition, not to anyone other than him, of course, but he knows what passive-aggressive comments sound like and it's certainly what they're doing.

"Oh, I was so proud when I heard about Logan sticking up for his classmate," Uncle Roman is saying, "the teacher said he'd never thought about what he was doing before and that I should be impressed by what a teenager Logan was becoming."

"That sounds like what Janus's teacher said about him last week." Papa chuckles. "Never thought I'd see the day where students actually managed to get some reform in their school for the better, and who was at the front? My little man."

"You know, Patton's teacher said that too. Apparently, he's like the classroom leader. All the other kids want to be his friend and he makes sure that everyone can play the games with their comfort levels."

"Virgil does that too. He has a box of fidget toys in his cubby that he lets the other kids fiddle with when they need to focus."

Janus slumps down into the couch, trying to disappear into the cushions. Logan's doing the same thing on the other side of Uncle Roman. They exchange a look.

"Dad?"

"Yes, baby?"

"Can we turn it up a little bit?"

"Of course, honey."

Thank god.

    5.

"Um, hey guys?"

Logan and Janus look up from their phones. Patton and Virgil stand at the entrance to the den, clutching each other's hands. Sugar, Patton's emotional support stuffie, swings from his other fist and Virgil's got his hand shoved deep into the pocket of his hoodie.

"What's going on," Logan asks, turning his phone off and holding out an arm, "what's the matter?"

"Come on," Janus calls too, opening his arms and sprawling over the beanbag, "sad little ones need cuddles."

"We're not sad," Patton mumbles, even as he crawls onto the beanbag for Janus cuddles, "we're—we're—"

"Worried," Virgil says.

Logan takes Virgil into the crook of his arm, letting him rest his head on his shoulder. He runs his fingers through Virgil's hair. "What are you worried about, little one?"

"Is Uncle Roman mad at Papa?"

Logan frowns, as does Janus. "I don't think so, Virgil, why do you ask?"

"They keep acting like it," Patton says, burrowing into Janus's embrace, "they keep—they keep saying things that make it sound like they're mad but then they don't look like they're mad. They keep talking about us too, are they mad at us?"

"No, sweetie," Janus murmurs, kissing his forehead and glancing at Logan, "they're not mad at us. They're…"

"They're being immature," Logan sighs, "that's what they're doing."

"But they're grown-ups."

"This may come as a shock to you," Janus says in a way where he knows it probably won't, "but grown-ups can be immature too."

"That's stupid."

"Yes, you'd think they'd know better."

"Dad has us apologize when we're immature," Patton says, "do you think they'd apologize to us?"

"Who's apologizing for what?"

    +1.

The little ones shrink into their older cousins' arms as Roman and Remus appear at the door. They notice immediately, of course, and part of them instinctively gentles at the sight of distress. Remus glances at Janus just as Roman looks to Logan.

Logan sighs. "You two are apologizing. To all of us."

"And to each other," Janus adds.

Roman blinks. "We are?"

"What did we do?"

"You've been competing this whole weekend," Janus says, huddling protectively around the little Patton bundle in his lap, "and the little ones are noticing."

"You keep trying to one-up each other and it's not cool." Logan lets Virgil squirm his head under his chin. "They came to get us 'cause they thought you were mad at each other or at us."

"Oh, little anomalies," Remus sighs, "we're not mad."

"We know that," Janus mutters, gesturing between himself and Logan, "but they don't."

"It needs to stop." Logan doesn't quite scowl at Roman, but it's close. "We love each other. You don't need to try and prove it. You're freaking us all out. We're not props to show who's better at what."

"You're supposed to be brothers." Janus nods pointedly to how he and Logan are comforting their cousins. "So be brothers."

The two of them look at the picture in the den for a moment. Then they turn to each other.

"You raised some great kids, Re," Roman murmurs, reaching out to clap Remus's shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. So did you."

"Thanks."

"Alright, you little monsters," Remus declares, sitting in the middle of the floor, "get in here for apology cuddles."

"I'm here, I'm here," Roman says as the little gremlins start clamoring for both sets of cuddles, "c'mere—that's it. Hey there, bud."

Kisses press to foreheads, hugs and apologies alike as the six of them snuggle on the floor. Someone puts a movie on the screen and one by one, the children doze off. Over their sleeping heads, Roman and Remus exchange a smile.

What's better than this?

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Tales From Logan’s Office (Part 4) [Sometimes Labels Shift Series]

Fandom: Sanders Sides

Relationships: Logan & Virgil

Characters: Logan, Virgil

Summary: Virgil invades Logan’s office. (Multiple times.)

This is a dealing with events set after my story Sometimes Labels Fail.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Virgil hesitated outside of Logan’s office door in a way he hadn’t done since the first summer he spent with him and Patton. He knew Logan was in there and probably just busy grading unless he’d already finished all of it. Logan was predictable like that.

Logan was… Logan was very predictable. So predictable that Virgil knew exactly what would happen if he knocked on that door and said what he’d come here to say.

And yet he hesitated.

It was like there were two Virgil’s in his head, at odds with one another. One Virgil knew everything was alright and was going to be alright and that Logan would help it feel alright much quicker. The other Virgil wanted to drop out of college, find a small space somewhere, and curl up into a ball while waiting to die. These two Virgil’s existed completely separate from one another, unable to affect each other or inspire Virgil to action, and left him rooted to the spot outside his dad’s office.

He was finally unfrozen when the door to Logan’s office swung open revealing Logan’s TA, Cas. “Oh, hi Virgil,” Cas said as though there wasn’t anything unusual about this, though for him there probably wasn’t.

Virgil swallowed down the go-cry-in-a-corner Virgil for a moment and said “Hey.”

Cas smiled and held the door open for him.

Well, Virgil supposed he didn’t have a choice now. (It was probably for the best.)

He walked through the door into Logan’s office, doing his best to not let Cas see his anxiety. The door closed behind him.

Logan glanced up at him briefly and seemed unconcerned when he saw it was him. “Hello, Virgil,” he said, turning back to his computer. “This isn’t the usual time you invade my office. Do you need something?”

Even if Virgil could think of words to say right now, they would probably have died in his throat. There were 3 seconds of silence, 4. After a 5 second pause, Logan looked back up at him.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

Virgil tugged at the sleeves of his hoodie and nodded. He had Logan’s full attention now and that was a relief for the rational part of him that had brought him here even while it made the anxious side of him squirm.

Logan stood up from his chair and rounded his desk. “Sit,” he told Virgil. Virgil sat.

He could feel Logan studying him but couldn’t bring himself to meet his eyes.

“Physical?” Logan asked. It was always the first thing Logan checked even though physical injury rarely put Virgil in this state. Virgil shook his head. “Social?” Virgil shook his head again. “Academic?” Virgil hesitated but then nodded.

“I see,” Logan said. “It is Thursday afternoon. Is anything past due, due tonight, or due tomorrow.”

Virgil shook his head.

“Okay. Then I will take you home tonight for the weekend.”

“I have class tomorrow,” Virgil managed to say, wringing his hands.

“You have class with Dr. Simmons,” Logan said. “She has mental health days in her syllabus for a reason. This is the reason.”

“I can go,” Virgil said quietly. “I’ll be fine.”

“You certainly could,” Logan agreed. “You do not need to.”

Virgil felt a bit of the vice grip that had been squeezing his chest loosen. “I need to…” he tried tentatively.

“You need to pack an overnight bag while I teach my last class of the day,” Logan said, “and then sit on your bed watching whatever silly Youtube things you do while waiting for me to pick you up. We will discuss what needs to be done with your schoolwork tomorrow afternoon after you have had time to rest. You will have the entire weekend to complete whatever task is worrying you.”

“I shouldn’t skip class.”

Logan waved him off. “Do you know how many classes I skipped for worse reasons as a student?” he asked. “And now I’m a professor dealing with students skipping my courses for even worse reasons than that.”

“…Okay.”

“Good,” Logan said. “Now would you like a hug?” Despite everything, he couldn’t help but smile slightly at the business-like tone Logan took to ask. Maybe at one point he would have felt uncomfortable about it, but now he knew it was just Logan making sure he was comfortable with it before touching him.

Virgil nodded.

“Thank you,” Virgil said once Logan had reached forward to hug him.

“Anytime,” Logan said back. “My office is always open for you.”

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Sanders Sides/Leverage AU

So, I'm watching "Leverage" (2008), and Parker says a thing that reminds me of Logan. Now, I know that initially it would be super obvious that Logan would be the Brain, in Nate Ford's role. However, I have decided we're doing this my way, and that means I can build a whole AU off of the one thought.

Elliot Spencer/Hitter - Janus. I think that he really fits with the gray morals and quiet but strong connection to the cause. He has such a confusing background, and a lot of surprising skills he's picked up over the years that he enjoys using when he crafts his many, many intricate cover stories ("It's a very distinctive-"). He is good at infiltrating organizations as he just blends in until it is his time to strike. Besides, I think he would really love to throw people off by pretending to lean heavily on a cane or crook and then just spinning it around and smacking someone in the face.

Alec Hardison/Hacker - Virgil. I know this is very stereotypical with the whole "antisocial tech person" idea, but if it fits, it fits. Virgil is a genius at tracking people down, partially due to his over-attention to body language and speech/writing patterns, but he also enjoys hacking into security and traffic cameras to people-watch without the chance of them seeing him on his down time. He probably does less semi-grifting and is all remote if he can help it, but Janus definitely balances that out.

Sophie Devereaux/Grifter - Roman and Remus. Now, as much as I absolutely love Janus as the obvious choice for this role, I have my reasons. The twins being twins would give them so much more versatility, and be very funny at times. They can be both the elite socialite and the hardcore convict, at the same time! I think they probably work with Janus on occasion, though, similar to Parker and Sophie's relationship, and try to teach Logan some tips, at least so he won't be so suspicious when doing simple things like ordering coffee.

Parker/Thief - Logan. He's Been Through Some Things, operates by his own rules, and is extremely good at what he does. He probably hates doing the grifter stuff, though, and is very much uncomfortable to the point of stabbing and diving off a balcony to get out of it. He doesn't need to be good with people, he's good at stealing things. He struggles a little with identifying and communicating his emotions, but he really does care for his team. Slightly oblivious at times, but fully committed.

Nate Ford/Mastermind - Patton. He's a dad, and a dad to his team! He's got a bit of an issue processing (repressing) his strong emotions, and he struggles with the morality of being a thief when the "good guys" in his life turn out to be not so good. He probably really has a crisis with going to jail, but eventually is able to see things in a little less black and white. If he can help one person be safe, one child be with their parents, one family find peace, it's worth it.

I just really like the idea of them all living together and committing crimes for the good of society. It is a very good "buddy show" situation and their theoretical interactions make me smile. I'm just a huge sucker for Good Friendship Dynamic Teamwork :)

ALSO

In double-checking to see if anyone else did this, I was reminded that @ironwoman359 has also done a "Leverage" AU! I was very excited to see it, so go check it out for a different spin on things :)