If we for a moment forgo canon events and disagreements then I do wholeheartedly hope and believe that Todd and Neil get married during the '70s. It's a sunny afternoon on the perfect day in mid-spring and the light is at its thickest and most golden and Charlie got registered as an officiant just for this day and not everybody's present - Meeks can't make it from Switzerland on short notice, but they get a photo of him and prop it up on the coffee table at the perfect angle to see. Neil keeps wondering if he's going to get the pre-wedding jitters and does end up pacing around the living room early in the morning, but it's less cold feet and more impatience. (Turns out it's kind of hard to get cold feet when your almost-husband is sitting drowsily on the couch to keep you company and he keeps almost nodding off and you keep remembering all the ways in which you love him.) Ginny barges in at noon with hairspray and a sewing kit and insists on making bouquets with shitty grocery store flowers for both of them and Todd's suit ends up with a hastily added elbow patch and Neil's tie doesn't match his pocket square, because one's from Cameron and the other's from Knox. (Something borrowed, something blue...) It's perfect. In the end they go out on the balcony and Charlie's wearing this really tacky priest outfit, just really shitty fabric so that he's probably sweating bullets, and the collar's come untucked, and at the last moment Chris shrieks, "You forgot your bouquets!" and throws one with such good aim it hits Todd in the face. But they get through the vows and both of them only cry a little, because Cameron cries enough for all of them combined, and then that's it - over - and married. And as Charlie beams and says they can kiss there's a well-timed shower of rice from the balcony above, and congratulations, from some upstairs neighbours and well-wishers. Pitts catches the kiss on his expensive video camera and he also catches the cheering, which is so loud that, four blocks away, a lone man packing up his street food van pauses in closing boxes and thinks that there must be a party going on. He's right. And at the end of the night when the last loved one leaves and shuts the door gently behind them to not disturb the newlyweds lying together on the couch, silent with happiness, it's still perfect. At that moment it doesn't matter that there is no piece of paper, or no registry office, or that if Todd has an accident Neil might not be able to visit him in the hospital room. There will be tears for those things, but they come later. For now they're married. The beautiful thing never changes.
I drew pretty horses in my sketchbook while watching silly Youtube drama videos. Then I cleaned it up digitally and put two pages together to one image.
Maryam rode with her mother's army of raiders. She probably is the most experienced horseback rider in the Thirteenth. Raiding style.
Angharad undoubtedly had proper riding among her many homeschooled classes. She probably also got perfect form.
Song is tricky. She most like knows the basics, but hoses are expensive and not part of basic Tianxi military formations, so I don't think she has actual experience. She undoubtedly looked super self-confident getting on the back of that massive warhorse, though.
Tristan I figure never has been on the back of a horse in his life. And he doesn't plan on starting either. That is one of the most obvious contract backlash catnips you can find.
The Erraticana Discord has declared that Fortuna (obviously) has claimed the back of Tristan's poor beginner pony. He's not using it, anyway.
Pittsburgh Penguins/X, Cooper Neill, Darren Yamashita, Jamie Sabau, Jay Biggerstaff, Joe Sargent, Michael Longo, Dave Sandford, Frank Franklin II, Matt Freed